꧁" Aki, take off your shirt."
" W-w-what?"
" You heard me. Strip."꧂
[Before you read this, do note that It's an X reader. BUT! I actually gave you a first name.
in short I don't know if this can be called an X reader any...
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"Itadakimasu~"
Your lips curled into a smile as your hand wanders inside his shirt, feeling his toned chest. You could feel him froze under your touch. You nuzzled your head on his neck and bit his pale skin lightly.
"D-don't." His voice was low and breathless, each word dripping with intensity. The sound alone made your skin prickle with heat. Your hand trailed along the sharp contours of his chest, sculpted to perfection. Damn, his training had paid off
"S-stop..."
"Stop? Are you sure that's what you want?" you whispered, voice low and teasing. Slowly, you trailed your tongue along his neck, your lips following to suck on the tender skin. The thought of leaving a vivid red mark behind only heightened the heat coursing through you.
The storage room was cloaked in darkness, the lights switched off, yet his blushing face remained unmistakable. You could feel the heat radiating from his sweat and hear the unsteady rhythm of his breath. His warm exhale brushed against your skin, mingling with the thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.
Your mouth latched on the exposed skin on his neck. His shoulder stiffened and his hold around your waist tightened.
"Relax..." You murmured, tilting your head for a better angle to capture his lips. His mouth was soft and hot. There was something hypnotic and utterly addictive about the way kisses unfolded—the closeness, the soft, deliberate glide of lips, the intoxicating scent of each other's skin, and the shared warmth that seemed to envelop everything.
There was a string of saliva when both of your lips parted. "W-we shouldn't be doing this h-here." His voice was low and strained. You smiled cheekily, tracing his swollen lips with your finger.
Your eyes adjusted to the oppressive darkness, and there it was—the redness in his cheeks, stark against the gloom. He was so red, redder than the crabs he eats before he engages in battle. "You want me to stop? Are you sure?"
Your hand dived down to squeeze his firm ass. Tamaki squirmed on the spot and your smile widened. He was just too cute!
Your hand trailed dangerously on his zipper. Tamaki stopped your hand from pulling his zipper down. His palms were sweaty and he was trembling as he held you. "W-wait."' His breath fanned your head as he looked down on you. You were slightly crouching and face downward.
