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This collection is dedicated to my friend, crystalblue19, who got me writin' some damn naughty things.

Tamaki leaned his forehead against the wall in despair.

Why was it that humiliating thoughts of his childhood always came in the middle of the night just as he was about to go to bed? Did he do something to upset the god of sleep? He didn't know, but he sure as hell wanted to find out because this was getting ridiculous! This was the eleventh night in a row that he'd been like this. Usually, the cycle was broken after three or four days, but even if he trained himself to the point of exhaustion he still couldn't get to bed.

Was he becoming an insomniac on top of everything else? He didn't think he could take it if he did. The bags under his eyes were already large enough as it was, and he'd get even more jittery. What made it even worse was the fact that he knew he was disturbing his—

A shiver wracked Tamaki's spine when arms wrapped around his waist from behind. His shirt was thin enough that he easily felt the tender press of lips on the back of his right shoulder that followed. Then, a smaller, suppler chest saddled up to rest on his back like a cocoon to protect him from the cold.

"D—Did I wake you?" Tamaki asked, even though he already knew the answer. He closed his eyes and tried his best to merge with the wall before him. "S—Sorry."

"Can't sleep again?" his girlfriend asked instead, already knowing that whatever response she gave to that question would just make him feel bad.

Her voice was slower than usual. Tamaki didn't have to see her to know that she was still trying to blink away the heavy dregs of sleep. Unlike him, her brain wasn't plagued by memories of embarrassing moments before bed. She was gone as soon as her head hit the pillow, lost in a world of her own making. He envied her for that. But being able to rub her back and caress her face while she slept peacefully beside him made him hesitant to want the same ability.

"Did you hear me?" she suddenly asked.

Tamaki startled.

"Yea, sor—" he cut himself off before he could finish that word. She'd always give him this reprimanding look when he apologized too much. He was promptly rewarded with a long squeeze of her arms. Tamaki felt her smile on his back, and it made his chest swell with warmth.

"Come back to bed."

"I can't." He screwed his eyes shut to will the thoughts away. "Not yet."

She sighed, before drawing away.

Tamaki exhaled in a mix of disappointment and utter helplessness at the feeling of the cold air hitting his back with her gone, but it was swiftly replaced by joy when he felt her hands cup his right bicep. She rubbed his skin for a moment with her thumbs to distract him from the ill feelings that stirred within him, before her hands slid down to sandwich one of his.

Tamaki glanced down. Her hands were much smaller than his. Colder, too. It was then that he remembered the thin nightgown that she wore to bed that night. She couldn't be comfortable. There was no way. He wanted to turn and drag her towards him, so she could share his warmth, but his cheeks heated in embarrassment instead. Tamaki dug his forehead even more into the wall, until his nose was scrunched uncomfortably against the flat surface.

"Look at me," she said. Tamaki didn't yield. Not even when she tugged one of his fingers hard enough to crack a knuckle. "Please, Tamaki?"

It was the sound of his name in her voice that did it.

He forced his red forehead away from the wall to glance down at her. He was blushing up to his ears by the time he faced her, but he didn't let that stop him. She leaned up to place a kiss on his lips that he clumsily returned. It was purposely brief. Once it ended, he dropped his eyes in embarrassment. Tamaki couldn't bear to look at her whenever she had that affectionate expression on her face—full of adoration and tenderness and another emotion that was still too fledgling to name.

She let go of his hand in favor of wrapping her arms around his torso. Before he could even think about stopping her, she was leaning up, breasts pressed against his chest and mouth right over his ear. She kissed it like she adored even that strange, pointed part of him. Tamaki shuddered at the sensation.

"Come to bed." It wasn't a suggestion.

His entire face burned, as she dragged him towards their shared bed.

Tamaki figured that his brain must've gone on holiday because he could scarcely react once she tugged him forward and then down, so that he was seated before her. His mind drew a blank, even as she dragged her hands over his shoulders to cup his neck. She tilted his head up to meet hers. Tamaki's heart skipped—hard—when her lips curved upward into a soft smile.

He knew what came next.

They'd done this too many times before for him not to.

But that still didn't stop him from whimpering. His hands that had been pressed against the mattress to keep him steady drew backwards, as if trying to help him get away. Even his bottom lip trembled. But this wasn't the mind-numbing sensation of fear, no, this was from nervousness; from anticipation; from the anxiety of not living up to some unknown expectation that she might've had in her head—even though he'd done so dozens of times before. In fact, he vividly recalled a time when she'd almost cried from pleasure after he let her sit on his face.

He was getting hard just thinking about it.

She bent down to kiss him. This one wasn't soft and sweet like before. It was harsher and just a touch more demanding. He found it difficult to keep up. Her tongue slipped in first like it always did. Tamaki felt a pinch of disappointment in himself at once again not having the courage to do so. He was so often at her mercy that sometimes he wondered if she'd get bored of him, but the vile thoughts were suddenly thrown out of the way when her fingers raked down his abdomen. His shoulders tensed, and he fisted the sheets beneath him.

"A—Ah, w—wait," he said, breathless.

The way she would suddenly move without warning wasn't good for his heart.

"Relax," she said, before dropping to her haunches between his legs.

Tamaki was entranced.

He watched her, entirely unable to tear his eyes away once she slipped her hands under the fabric of his shirt. Her fingers explored the hard planes of his abs and the defined shape of his hips, before moving downward. She dipped her fingers into both the waistband of his pajama pants and his boxers, then pulled them down.

Tamaki maneuvered his hips out of reflex to help her, but once the clothes hit the floor and his half-awake erection was exposed, he covered his face with both of his hands in embarrassment. He could feel it steadily growing bigger and harder by the second, and the way her hands rubbed against his thighs weren't helping things.

He chanced a peek between his fingers, only to catch her licking her lips while she eyed his dick. He swore even his neck was red at that point. Tamaki fell back against the bed with his hands still firmly planted over his face. He couldn't handle this. He felt like all of the blood in his veins would gush to his face if they kept this up. But he didn't speak—couldn't speak. Any protest he might've had bent in his throat before it even had the chance to escape because he knew, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, that he wanted this just as badly as she did. His erection was evidence of that.

Tamaki whined when she licked the crown of his dick, right over the slit.

He bit his tongue before another could escape.

It was barely a touch, merely a precursor of the pleasure to come. Her hands roamed his legs for a moment, as if purposely avoiding his shaft. But then the moment was gone, and she went all in. One hand gently grasped his throbbing member, while the other played with his balls. His voice dropped into a throaty groan once her skillful tongue finally fell back over his dick. She puckered her lips, and took the head in like a vacuum.

Her tongue slithered around the scant inch she kept taking within her. The repeated sucking motion was slowly driving him to the brink. Tamaki didn't know where she learned that—didn't want to—but it was incredible. He already felt his pre-cum beginning to seep out. She squeezed in her cheeks to give her lips more pressure, and he let out a helpless groan. She was so unbelievably talented at that. And it only got better once she began bobbing her head back and forth in full, taking more and more of his throbbing girth in that wet cavern.

Her hands continued to move, caressing whatever she couldn't take and occasionally moving upward to drag over his stomach. Eventually, when his body felt as if her pace was too slow, his hips jerked up without his consent. She made a noise from below. He would've apologized had her hand not suddenly moved from his shaft to an area just below, along that soft patch of flesh in between his balls and his ass, and rubbed.

He gasped at the sensation.

And before he knew it, his hips were moving of their own accord. They went in time with her mouth and hands. She drew moans from him like a broken prayer. The sounds that came from her own overfilled lips had him slipping from reality. This couldn't be real. It was too good to be. Then, just as he felt burning heat building up in his gut, she pulled away with a resounding pop that made him shudder.

Tamaki let out a disappointed grunt, before he could stop himself.

His dick hurt.

"Sorry," she said.

He didn't know if it was courage or desperation that fueled him, but somehow, he found the will to lift himself from the mattress and look up at her just as she rose to take off her nightgown. She raised it high over her head, exposing milky-white flesh and a few angry scars on the left side of her body from a difficult battle, before dropping the cloth to the ground.

Tamaki's face turned bashful once he realized that she didn't have any underwear on. His gaze wavered from her to the sheets that had suddenly become ten thousand times more interesting.

Instead of pushing his shoulders and getting on top of him like she was wont to, he was surprised when she crawled on the space beside him. Tamaki turned towards her out of reflex. Her eyes were dancing with mirth, as she took in his flustered expression.

"W—W—What?" he asked, barely able to get the word out.

"Get in back of me."

His cheeks exploded.

"Come on," she went on, and for an instant, he was distracted by the way her pussy glistened. "Take control for a while."

His hands trembled, even as one moved to run over the length of her thigh. Her body was sinfully soft. The smoothness reminded him of half-melted candle wax. Suddenly, he was stricken by the urge to hold her; to bring her close until there was barely any space for breath between them. But because his stuttering heart was such a weakling when it came to matters like this, he had to ask.

"A—Are you sure?"

His girlfriend looked him dead in the eye. "Very."

He gave her a sheepish expression at that. Although his face was still burning a brilliant scarlet, he obliged.

Tamaki took off his shirt as he got on his knees and settled directly in back of her. It didn't take him long to realize that he liked this position. For one, because she couldn't see his face. Two, because he had access to everything. All he had to do was reach out and—

"Tamaki," she called, impatient.

She moved her hair over her shoulder to expose her neck, then reached a hand back for him to grasp. An anchor, he supposed. Tamaki had to bend over her to grab it, and he let out a squeak of surprise when she used it to pull him closer until his chest hit her back. He scrambled to steady himself with his other hand, while she gave his fingers a kiss, before placing his palm on her left breast.

Her ass moved against him. His hard cock pressed against a supple cheek, and she shifted in an effort to create some friction and encourage him to stick it inside of her instead of against.

"I want you," she said.

And he was gone.

Tamaki buried his face on the back of her shoulder and raised his hips. He squeezed her breast. It was such a soft handful that he just had to grope. But soon enough, he drifted away, so he could guide his throbbing cock into those moist walls that were just begging to be filled. She was so wet—for him; because of him—that he couldn't help the shudder that rocked him once his tip met the slick inner folds of her pussy.

It took a bit of force at first, but the head of his dick was swallowed quickly. She moaned at the sensation of his raw cock inside of her. It got louder when his hand returned to its position on her breasts. Her insides were so hot and so needy that he groaned in unbridled delight. Despite his desire to move faster, Tamaki pushed into her slowly, allowing her to once again get used to his length. He kissed her shoulder as he moved, and once he was fully inside, he did so again.

"Ready?" he asked huskily, his lips against her ear. There was no stutter now. How could there be when each slight shift from him made her twitch in want? He knew because he could feel it. There was no greater confidence booster than that.

"You… make me…" she breathed to gather herself, before looking back at him with eyes full of warmth. "Move quick, okay?"

And just like that his poise crumbled.

That expression of hers was so unfair.

Tamaki pulled back up to the tip, before plunging hilt-deep back into her at a pace that tore a scream from her throat. He repeated that motion over and over again. She became slicker with each thrust. Her fluids coated his dick and spilled down her thighs, helping him move even faster. His balls pounded against her clit with each shove forward.

His hand groped and pinched her nipples, while the other helped him maintain his balance over her. He was still curled around her backside. Tamaki figured that it might've been easier if he was upright, but he wanted to hear every breathless gasp that left her lips right beside his ear, so he could commit them to memory.

Without thinking, he moved her knees further apart. He wanted better access. This was nowhere near enough. But the sudden move unsteadied her, and combined with his added weight and her already trembling limbs, both of their upper bodies fell forward—hers against the bed, his against her back.

He didn't stop thrusting. He couldn't even if he wanted to.

They were both breathing heavily now; both becoming more delirious and unaware by the second. The only thing that mattered to them was the intensifying heat between their hips, and how they never stopped grinding against each other. But then she whimpered and a strike of lightning seemed to pierce through the cloud of desire surrounding his mind.

Tamaki lifted his upper body, not wanting to crush her any more than he already had. With her help, he twisted her around, so that she was half on her back and half on her side. One of her legs was curved up against the mattress, while he cradled the other in his strong hand. Tamaki cupped the area just above her knee, making sure he had a good grip, before curving it up over his shoulder.

The new position made her shout his name with each continued thrust.

They were both blushing at this point, but to his utter surprise, hers was so much more pronounced. It spread from her ears all the way to her chest. His girlfriend could barely move her hips because of her position, but that didn't matter. Tamaki listened carefully to each sound that escaped her and matched his pace accordingly.

He went harder, instead of faster now.

Tamaki was enthralled by her blushing face and the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving her. It was the only thing grounding him now. His lower belly had been burning like fire since the start, and he just knew that if he didn't focus, he'd lose himself completely. He picked up the pace, until he found a mix of rough and fast that she enjoyed most.

Then, like a sudden light shining gold—

"Tamaki!" she screamed.

Her entire body quivered with pleasure so abrupt and so immense that she closed her eyes, as if her senses couldn't bear to take in anything else. Her slick walls squeezed his cock to an almost intolerable degree. Her insides convulsed, and he felt it all over his body, but especially where he was buried inside of her. Tamaki continued to move in and out of her, allowing her to ride out her high, while he went after his own.

A hard shove just as her pussy spasmed a final time was what finally did him in.

He ended her name with a guttural groan, while his eyes screwed shut and his breathing grew even more ragged. His relentless pounding finally began to slow. A surge of hot, thick liquid blew into her insides—it satisfied him to the core. The realization that she could literally be bursting with his love for her made him swell with pride. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but thank whoever out there had created birth control injections, before he fell forward.

Tamaki caught himself with his forearm before he could fully collapse back on top of her, but it was for naught. His girlfriend hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down herself. His body loosened at her acceptance. He eased like a languid cat over her form. Tamaki smiled when he felt her fingers delve deep into his dark hair, rubbing, before moving down over his still heated skin. She massaged that sensitive spot where his spine met the base of his neck and worked out the kink that he always had built up there because of how he'd press his forehead against whatever wall he could find.

The last thing he felt was the steady rise and fall of her chest and the comfortable softness of her body wrapped around him, providing so much warmth in the night, before his eyes drifted closed.

He was out like a light.

A/N: I don't take requests. This was imported from my AO3 under the same penname. The other chapters will be moved soon.