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Your POV:
You stepped into the corridor leading to your homeroom, following a purple haired boy who happened to share the same schedule as you. He was shy and didn't talk much while you were being introduced, but you didn't feel intimidated by his presence at all. The administrator who assigned him as your guide had told you his name was Tamaki Amajiki, and that he was one of the highest performing students in the school. Being held in that regard at such a prestigious school was something that immediately caused you to respect Tamaki, so you figured it didn't matter if his personality was a little off-beat.
"D-do you want me to show you to the dorms? We have a decent chunk of time before c-class starts," he murmured, lifting one shaky finger to point down a hallway branching off from the main corridor. "The administrators told me you had your stuff moved for you, so I thought maybe you never got to check them out." Tamaki was burning in the face, but you shrugged his nerves off with a smile and offered a nod in response.
He resumed walking at an accelerated pace, only slowing down when he heard you nearly trip over your own feet. You trailed behind him until he reached the opening to what appeared to be some sort of rec room.
"This is the common room," he stared at his feet. "Over here are the dorms. I think yours is actually next to mine."
You walked yourself to the area he mentioned. Tamaki rushed past you and stopped abruptly at the entrance to a room two doors down from where you currently stood. As you approached him, he opened the door and stood aside, waiting for you to go in first.
"Such a gentleman," you quipped, not failing to notice his ears grow redder. "Do you mind if I use the restroom real quick?" you asked, heading toward the door at the back of the room. Tamaki shook his head shockingly quick, and stiffened in your doorway. You ignored his rigidness and closed the door behind you.
Tamaki POV:
Tamaki watched intently as you shut the door behind yourself. As soon as he heard the lock click, he ran over to the chest of drawers across the room, scouring them desperately. They smell so fucking good. Need something to smell when I'm alone. Never want to stop smelling (y/n), Tamaki's head developed his own intrusive thoughts. He knew the first moment he saw you that you'd be the one. His one.
Tamaki nearly choked on his heart as he finally found what he was searching for. As if it were a magnificent artifact of buried treasure, he pulled out a pair of underwear from the top left drawer in your dresser. Quietly shoving the drawer back into its closed position, Tamaki heard the water running as you washed your hands behind the thin door that separated the two of you. He rushed as he opted to breathe in one long sniff of the fabric he held so tightly. In an effort to avoid getting caught, he shoved your tattered underwear down his own, adjusting them to sit comfortably enough below his bulge.
He walked back to your doorway and tried to take a calming breath. His eyes were trained on the door as it opened, and the intensity of his gaze clearly startled (y/n) as they stepped back into the room.
"You gonna walk me to class now?" you asked, beginning to brush past him back into the rec room.
"Y-yes," Tamaki nearly whimpered. He cursed himself for being how needy he was especially just from touching your underwear, but the thought of having contact with something that had touched your most intimate areas drove him absolutely wild.
Tamaki silently led you to the class where several other students had already begun to congregate. He ushered you to the teacher's desk and offered a brief introduction, then almost instantly ran to occupy his seat in the very back corner of the class. Tamaki watched as you sorted out your forms for your teacher to organize. He watched how you bent slightly over the desk in order to reference something on your transcript, and seeing how the fabric of your uniform slightly stretched around your backside made him let out a small, desperate whine.
His legs clenched together as he tried to hold in his mewls, but the feeling of fabric between his thighs pushed all reason out the window. Tamaki glared at you like a hawk as you sat down, preparing for your first day of class. He watched you the whole time with eyes as wide as saucers. He didn't even blink when his thighs gave one last desperate squeeze, and he felt himself release violently into his pants. His entire body shook. He gripped his desk until his knuckles turned white to try to stabilize his outward appearance. This is going to be a long semester... he sighed.
Your POV:
The first week of your classes went seemingly well, as the teachers were gracious enough to let you take time for your adjustment to dorm life at UA. The other students seemed nice enough, and you'd even befriended your guide from your first day. Currently, you were changing out of your class uniform and into a hoodie and shorts to go chill in the rec room. It was a Friday evening, after all, and you didn't plan on making it any more strenuous than it had to be.
As you found your seat on the sofa facing the television, you heard a shallow set of footsteps approach you from the mini kitchen.
"Oh, hey, what's up, Tama?" you turned to face him. He looked as cute as ever, wearing a plain sweater and an old pair of sweats. You'd never admit it to anyone, but you seemed to have developed a slight crush on the boy throughout the past week.
Tamaki's eyes shot open at the nickname. "Hey (y/n)..." he mumbled, offering a small smile while raising one hand to the back of his neck. "Is this seat taken?"
He was gesturing the the empty space on the sofa beside you, but if it weren't for that indication, you didn't think you'd be able to tell what he meant. His whisper was barely audible. You nodded with a smirk, scooting over a bit so he had more room to relax. You sat together watching a news story about the quirk-erasing drug that had suddenly grown in popularity for a while, until Tamaki offered to make dinner for the both of you.
"I, uh, I only know how to cook a couple things, but I like to cook..." he trailed off, twiddling his thumbs nervously in his lap. "I can make rice and takoyaki if you'd like."
Your ears perked up as his offer made your stomach growl. "Tamaki," you turned to him intently, "please do that. I'm starving."
He shot up off of the couch and immediately stumbled into the kitchen. You watched him with admiration as he collected the necessary ingredients, mumbling to himself to recount the steps to complete the dish. Soon enough, the meal was prepared, and you sat yourself on the bar stool opposing the kitchen stove. Tamaki's hands were shaky as he presented the dish to you, and he set himself up facing you on the other side of the island counter.
"I-it's all done... Here," he offered, watching you intently as you poked one ball with a toothpick. You stuck the bite into your mouth, and instantly let out a whine of appreciation.
"Tamaki! Tamaki Amajiki!" you yelled through bites, startling the boy across from you. "Why didn't you tell me you could cook like this?!"
"O-oh! Is... Is it any good? Do you like it?" Tamaki uttered with a small smile cracking through his typically nervous exterior. You nodded aggressively as you continued to shovel takoyaki into your mouth. Pleased with your reaction, Tamaki began to eat his own portion, albeit much slower than you.
You finished your plate in record time, and were waiting patiently for the boy in front of you to finish his meal. He slowed his pace, eventually reaching a stop. There were two more bites left on his plate, and he stuck each with a toothpick and held them out for you.
"F-for you... I'm all full," he blushed. Instead of taking the skewers from his hand, you opted to lean over the table and pop both balls into your mouth at the same time. Tamaki's entire being burned bright red, and his reaction made you chuckle.
"You're blushing," you pointed out, mouth still full of food.
"Sorry..." he looked down.
"It's cute," you said, swallowing.
Tamaki shook his head obscenely fast upon realizing what you said. You just rolled your eyes at him as he turned away quickly to rinse off the dirty dishes. You hopped up off your seat quietly not to alarm the boy, and brushed past the counter to meet his backside in front of the sink. Oblivious to your presence, he scrubbed one plate clean and laid it to rest in a tub of warm water. As he reached for the other one, you gingerly snaked your arms around his tiny waist and connected your hands together above his belly button. He was toned, and it felt nice.
He was as stiff as a board as you rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, Tama. It was really good." You closed your eyes and nuzzled farther into his neck. You stilled once your face found a comfortable nook, and rested on his back contentedly. Slowly, you felt Tamaki untense and resume washing the dishes. You could feel the rapid pounding of his heart on your chest from where it pressed up on his back, and you grinned to yourself.
Tamaki put the last dish down with a shaky breath. "(y/n)... What is th-this about?"
"Hmm," you started. You figured it would be better to just tell him straightforward. "I, uh, think I have a thing for you, Tama."
His shoulders nearly spasmed due to how hard his nerves shot through him. You unwrapped your arms from his waist to give him a couple inches of space, and he spun around to face you. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked... glassy? No, you corrected, not glassy. Glossed over.
"Oh," he deadpanned, staring straight into your eyes like you'd never seen him do before. "Oh."
Tamaki's words, or lack thereof, didn't seem to be a rejection, but rather a processing. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. Without another word, he bent over and folded your waist over his shoulder.
"Wha-" you yelped as you were lifted fireman style over his shoulder. While his action was unexpected, it wasn't necessarily unwanted once you realized how strong Tamaki actually was. "Where are you..." you trailed off as he rushed the both of you out of the common room.
He brought you down a familiar hallway and stopped in front of the door to his room. He fumbled with the knob getting it open, and his eagerness made you giggle softly. Once the door finally budged, you were thrown into a bed, rather harshly. Tamaki was immediately above you, and he paused about one inch away from your face.
"Gonna kiss you now, bunny," he started. "Gonna make you mine."
His words made your stomach twist. At this point, you couldn't hide your excitement, but you also couldn't help but notice how the Tamaki looming over you now was almost a stranger from the Tamaki you had grown to love. Your apprehension briefly faded when he gently pressed his lips down onto yours. You pushed up into the kiss, enjoying how soft his mouth felt against yours. A small growl forced its way up from Tamaki's throat, and with it came an aggression you would've never expected to see from the boy.
He pulled away quickly and slipped his hand under the bottom hem of your shirt. "Off," he growled at you. You leaned up from your horizontal position so he could yank the garment over your head. He began to fuss with his own shirt, but opted to just rip it off when it got twisted over his shoulders. Tamaki forced you back down onto his mattress and began attacking your neck with kisses and bites. He shifted his attention from your jawline, to below your earlobe, to the soft fleshy center of your neck. He started to suck on the skin, clearly intent on marking you with hickeys.
"Tama..." you whimpered. "Tamaki can we-can we slow down?" As much as you appreciated the feeling of Tamaki's mouth and hands exploring your body, the whole situation got brought on so fast and you felt extremely overwhelmed. Tamaki said nothing, only disconnected his mouth from your neck and slammed it back onto yours. He ignored your muffled yelp as he shoved his tongue past your lips and began to lick over every inch of his mouth. One of Tamaki's hands clasped your wrists together and firmly held them still above your head.
You began to squirm and kick your legs around under him, still panicky from the rapidness of this whole mess. "Baby boy, just be good for me," Tamaki whispered against your lips. You planned on replying to him, but the sensation of your ankles being restricted by something slimy and cold froze you in your tracks. A pair of large, pinkish tentacles tightened around each of your ankles and pried your legs apart. Your eyes widened in fear as you felt a third ripping at the side of your shorts, leaving you completely bare once its job was finished. A helpless sob left your lips as Tamaki leaned back to admire your vulnerable position.
"Mm, bunny..." he drooled with a manic look in his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes snapped shut and his entire being shuddered. A mangled cry left his lips as his eyelids shot back open and left him panting. After a moment of pure confusion, you realized what happened. Tamaki spilled into his pants just from looking at you like this, and you felt your body betray you as your dick twitched in arousal of knowing you caused it. A blush swiftly spread across your cheeks and climbed up to the tips of your ears. As anxious as you were, you couldn't deny Tamaki's attractiveness.
The tendrils that were wrapped around your ankles tightened due to Tamaki's convulsions. The suction cups on the underside of each tentacle expanded then constricted, dragging your skin to leave bright purple bruises in their wake.
"Tama..." you didn't know what to say. His flushed appearance did nothing to help your evident erection, but the grip on your joints only fanned the flames of your fear. You watched as the boy caught his breath. While you were staring at his face with anticipation written all over your expression, you failed to notice yet another tentacle slip from Tamaki. You shrieked as you felt the appendage land right above your belly button and begin crawling upwards. Slowly but surely, the tendril moved to envelop both of your exposed nipples. It was lain across your chest, flexing and relaxing as it puckered the cups to suck your nipples relentlessly. "Tamaki!" you were nearly crying.
"Shh, shh bunny, it's okay," he soothed, returning his head to the crook of your neck to breathe your scent in desperately. The tentacle continued to stimulate your buds as Tamaki drank in the smell of you. Every inkling of panic you'd felt up until now came to a head when you felt Tamaki's free hand firmly grasp the base of your throbbing cock.
"Ahh! Tama- hah," you sobbed. The tears that had formed in your eyes not long ago began to roll down your face from the dreaded sensation.
"Baby boy," Tamaki breathed directly into your ear, "be good and fuck my hand, won't you?"
"Tamaki, please can we just slow down a bit? You're scaring m-" you were cut off by a particularly harsh squeeze to your cock. It was so painful you nearly saw stars, but the pressure was so overwhelming that you felt precum dribble down from the tip.
"Be my good little bunny. Fuck my hand and make yourself feel good. Use me to get yourself off," he growled, clearly getting frustrated with your defiance.
A broken sob left your throat as you complied with his orders. You felt helpless and embarrassed as your began to rock your hips up into his grip. His firm grasp never weakened, and that combined with the sensation of him sucking hickeys onto your neck made every ounce of pleasure you felt intensify. More tears escaped your eyes when you began to whimper in desperation. You were so ashamed of how good this felt, and your whines and moans only fueled Tamaki's hunger.
"That's it, baby boy. Use my hand like the good little bunny slut you are," he encouraged, breath hot against your flesh.
Your thrusts into his fist were beginning to falter, and your thirst for release made you needier and needier. Half of you was relieved to know this situation was nearing its end, but the other half was so hungry for release that you almost didn't care. With a broken cry and one final push into Tamaki's vice of a hand, you were sent over the edge. Thick ropes of hot cum shot into the air, followed by smaller gushes that spilled over the side of Tamaki's hand. Your body was convulsing in a mix of pleasure and sobbing, and Tamaki couldn't have seemed any happier.
Small whimpers began to leave your mouth as you calmed down, shame returning in a tidal wave once your orgasm stopped. More tears fell over the brim of your eyelids as you stopped trying to hold them back. Tamaki noticed your weeps and moved his face up over yours to kiss the tears off your cheeks. The sweetness of the moment quickly vanished as his soft pecks turned into desperate licks which explored every crevice on your face, collecting the salty tears.
You turned your head away from him to look down in embarrassment as he put a couple inches of space between you two. The hand which held your arms above your head loosened its grip and allowed your limbs to fall limply to your side. The tentacles around your ankles and chest also loosened, then appeared to return into Tamaki's body as he permitted you to to relax into his bed.
Tamaki used his clean hand to cup your cheek and guide your gaze up to meet his. Eyes never leaving yours, he brought the hand you spilled onto to his mouth and began to lap up your mess. He sucked down on each of his individual fingers as to not miss a single drop.
The flow of your tears began to subside and your whimpers turned into shallow breathing. Tamaki parted his body from yours momentarily to discard his stained sweats, then he was back on top of you, nuzzling his cheek into your shaky chest. You felt the wave of terror leave your body as you studied the boy in front of you.
"'M sorry..." Tamaki mumbled into your skin. "You just drive me crazy."
You didn't say anything back, only wrapped your arms around Tamaki's head. You closed your eyes as exhaustion took over your senses, opting to process everything once your head cleared.