Regarding 400 follower requests! I'll need some time to get the Dragon Age requests done, then I'll post an update for the next request session. I'm thinking I'll need a couple weeks before then, just to keep you all updated. Also I need time to make it as epic as possible ;)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Tamaki Suoh Lemon -- Heart Beat

Character: Tamaki Suoh

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

OC: Nakamura Akako, brunette, green eyes, plays the violin

Inspiration: Stockings


“Is this really a good idea?” Nakamura wondered as Kyoya let her inside the Music Room. They’d invited her – erm, well, actually Tamaki had – about a week ago, because they were hosting their annual Christmas party. Though she was dressed up and felt fairly pretty, Nakamura never much cared for the Christmas holiday and was wary to accept their invitation...or to even enter the room at all.

Her mind was made up when two troublesome twins hooked their arms around hers and walked her inside, chatting happily into her ear as she shyly looked around. “It’s a rather bland party, I’ll admit,” one of them said. “But it’s a party nonetheless, right? Merry Christmas, Naka-chann~!” And they both planted kisses on her cheeks before leaving her to go prey on someone else.

Though their antics should have broken the ice, Nakamura was left feeling even more uncomfortable than she was before. She shifted around, feeling quite out of place, and sighed. She knew this wasn’t a good idea...

“Are you just going to stand there?” she spun around in surprise, only to find Tamaki himself only a few feet away. He smirked, “You look lovely tonight, Princess. Would you like a dance?”

Immediately, her cheeks flared up. She stuttered a bit and was about to shake her head when his arms wound about her waist and he brought her into the center of the dance floor.

There was definitely something magical about dancing in a room lit by hundreds of tiny little Christmas lights. Nakamura could feel her heart pound against her chest with every twist in his arms. When he brought her close, she could feel her face grow hot. His breath wavered over her, but he didn’t kiss her.

When Tamaki had seen her come into the room, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. The fact that she looked better than any girl here didn’t really surprise him. What gave him a shock was what she was wearing.

He was sure he’d seen her in less, but even the thought of her completely bare didn’t compare to what she looked like now. He had to admit, it was the stockings that did it. Lacy and made of silk, they traveled up her legs and disappeared beneath her dress. The stitching that raced down the sides of her legs was bold and made him want to reach out to cup her skin. He had to brace himself as they danced. Moving in any farther than they already were would be hazardous.

When the dance was over, Tamaki let out a sigh of relief. It had been the longest dance he’d ever remembered, and he was somehow unsatisfied. He didn’t stop Nakamura as she kissed his cheek and then left to find some of her friends. Instead, he stood there for half a minute, feeling lost and confused, and then his thoughts were interrupted by Kyoya.

“Tamaki. Make sure you dance with the other guests tonight, alright?” He watched his friend shift his glasses higher onto his nose. “If you’re only around Nakamura-san, it’ll be bad for the sales.”

Tamaki nodded absently, not really hearing him. His mind was focused on things that it shouldn’t be. He wondered if anyone might notice his disappearance? Would they care if Nakamura disappeared too? He swallowed thickly.

Kyoya raised a brow, swept his eyes over his friend, and smirked. “Before you start dancing, you might want to take care of your problem, though. Nakamura’s over there.” He pointed toward her, and watched as Tamaki blushed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spluttered, trying not to look down at what must be the reason for his thoughts. But Kyoya was right, of course. He couldn’t very well dance with the guests with a raging hard on. Jesus.

He blamed it entirely on those blasted stockings that clung to her legs. They were seemingly innocent, until they reached her thighs. Of course, it might have been Tamaki’s personal fetish or something – he shuddered at the mundane thought – but the way the lacey tops peeked out from beneath her high skirt was absolutely riveting.

He made his way over to her feeling desperate and uncomfortable. His mind kept going back to what he wanted to do to her. Peel those socks slowly down her leg, kiss every revealed inch of flesh, shift her onto her back and fling her ankle over his shoulder – no. That’ll come later. Right now, he had to pull her away from her friends.

Evidently, he wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding his disparity. Nakamura’s group of friends gave him just one look before flitting away, giggling amongst themselves and leaving Nakamura slightly red in the face. It was nothing compared to Tamaki’s blush, but he tried to ignore that heat in his face as his hands slid around her waist. (Partly because he wanted to touch her, and partly because he was highly embarrassed that she was giving him an erection just by looking at her.)

“Tamaki,” she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling him shiver at the sound of his name. He looked down at her through half lidded blue eyes, locking onto her plush lips, so ready for a kiss... And, because his thoughts were so very apparent, Nakamura saved him the trouble of leaning down as she pushed her mouth on his.

It was one of those moments that exceeded all expectations. She became putty in his arms, knees shaking and mouth watering at the sheer amount of his desire. It was shown through their kiss, through the connection of their bodies as he clutched her, through the heavy breath that wavered over her mouth when they paused.

And when they did pause, and opened their eyes to share the moment every further, something in both of them broke, shattering away to reveal a trust and a passion that neither could quite understand, but both wanted more than they knew.

“Back room? 5 minutes,” came his husky whisper, spilling over her bruised lips as she gasped. She could only nod, breathlessly satisfied by the scorching look in his clear eyes, and then he was gone.

Five minutes was hell. Nakamura felt herself lost as she wound around the tables and couples, trying not to look anyone in the face. Now that Tamaki was gone, she felt naked. Like everyone had seen their passionate kiss and was judging her for the public display of affection. She definitely felt glares in her back...

It took all her willpower not to run into the back rooms of the Host Club this second. The minutes slipped by slowly, and she felt like shuddering at the loss of warmth that her lover’s presence gave her. She glanced up only once, right into Kyoya’s knowing gaze, and then blushed heavily and didn’t look up again.

She wasn’t sure how she made it through, but when she was absolutely sure that five minutes had gone by, she quietly stole out of the room. Her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of the moments ahead.

He was waiting for her a few rooms in, sitting on a spare velvet couch. There was hardly any other furniture within the room, save for few tables and shelves pushed against the far wall. Somehow, the sight of the unused place made her desire escalate.

Tamaki couldn’t seem to look away from her. She was like a rare gift, all wrapped up and ready to be opened. His eyes trailed over her skin, blazing a path that left her blushing and breathless. When he got to her stockings, he felt his pants tighten. His fingers twitched and all he wanted to do was touch those pale, creamy thighs...

The train of his thoughts was shared by her, because she didn’t linger by the door for long. She stepped up to him, feeling strangely calm in the turn of the events. It must have been the appraising look in Tamaki’s eyes, or maybe the subtle sound of his fast breathing that gave her confidence, but she suddenly felt like the only woman in the world, and the only one who could please him.

Had she not felt that confident glow, then Nakamura certainly would not have been so callously bold as she climbed into his lap. Her knees straddled him, pressing her body against his and feeling the cause of his lust. His hands slid around her waist, his cheeks blushing the lightest shade of pink at her crass actions. But he couldn’t complain, because his fingers now had perfect access to her legs.

The tips of his fingers ran gingerly over them, as though they were a sacred gift that came only once every lifetime. He touched the lace at the tops, pushing her skirt ever higher so as to appreciate her better. His thumb circled the skin just above, atop her thigh.

She watched him, feeling more desire with every stroke of his fingers. He peeled the stocking slowly down, just to her knee, and then smoothed her pale skin with little flicks of his glorified hands. She could feel warmth jolt through her with each movement.

Leaning forward, Nakamura pressed kisses to his jaw and neck. One hand traveled to his hair and tangled into the blonde strands. She could feel him shudder beneath her; felt the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed and the twitching mass of his manhood as it pressed tightly to her warmth.

As though just remembering it’s existence, Nakamura shifted slightly, grinding against him. Pleasure shot through her, intense and hot as Tamaki gasped. His hands flew from her thighs to her waist, clutching her and pulling her down harder. His length was hard and she wanted to feel it inside her, without all the confinements of clothing.

He seemed to follow her every thought, because his fingers were quickly, hastily pulling at her top, sliding it down her shoulders and undoing the buttons that held up her skirt. Amidst clothes falling away, they were both aware of how little time they had before people would start getting suspicious. Only the clothes whose disappearance were most needed were slipped off.

She leaned down to kiss him as he pulled her skirt up, loosened and too complicated to fully tear away. Her panties were shoved aside for him, still latched around her hips as his length pressed into her.

She arched into him, breasts pushing against his chest. He slid his hand beneath the cups of her bra, which was unlatched but still around her, and began to knead at her breasts.

The pleasure he inflicted upon her was amazing, and all too much. She came down to sheath his manhood completely within her, making a heat that she’d never felt before take control of her. She panted and moved, jostling up and down as she quickly accommodated his size. He felt so utterly good inside of her, filling her up and making her forget who and where she was.

His hands soon abandoned her breasts in order to clutch at her waist. He led her on, slinking her core around his shaft as he thrust up and into her. His nails dug lightly into her skin, head thrown back and exposing his neck to her hungry eyes. She took to chance as it came to her, leaning in, tightening her grip on his shoulders, and pressing quick little nips and kisses down his tender skin.

He moaned, a garbled bunch of syllables escaping his mouth. Shivers raced through her at the sound, and she upped the pleasure because she really wanted to hear more of them.

His name fell from her lips, whispered and breathless. His eyes flew open and locked with her, silently conversing with her as they sped toward their end.

It was a fruitful end indeed – one that left them completely beside themselves. As her orgasm flew through her, she could feel nothing but him; hear nothing but the thrum of his heart as is melded with hers; see nothing but the burning, scalding love that touched his royal eyes and led his hasty movements. His seed filled her like nothing she’d ever experienced, tearing through her and utterly satisfying her need. With said desire quelled, she could only cling to him and wait until the waves of passion rolled through them.

After a few minutes, it did, and it left them panting and warm as the effects of their actions settled them. His fingers now lazily toyed with the hem of her stockings, still latched to her legs. One hand smoothed over her back, dipping under the shirt that was now loosely hanging from her frame. With their thirst quenched, the hastiness died down. Nakamura shifted beside him, cuddling to his side as he wrapped his arms around her.

Only the beating of their hearts sounded in their ears.

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7 comments:

  1. Could you make a ((Name)) Tamaki baby daddy

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    1. I was actually thinking that I need to update my OHSHC lemons...maybe I'll do a separate request session just for that fandom this spring :3

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  2. Woah. Do a Haruhi reader insert?

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  3. Could you plz do a Hitachi Twins lemon? ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

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