YOU REALLY… THINK IM CUTE??

Tamaki's stomach would doing flips at the thought of surrendering his pleasure, a concept he'd never experienced before. He does the most to obey your demands, even if it meant embarrassing himself. But this was the first time he'd been asked to give up his own pleasure, and it left him distraught. His face would be contorted in a mixture of pouts and whimpers, his eyes welling up with tears as he clutched at your hips in desperation.

Initially, Tamaki would likely protest vehemently, as the idea of sperm retention obviously a punishment. However, if you insisted, he would have no choice to obey you. Despite the struggle it would be for him, the thought of you having full control over whether he can climax or not is a major turn on for him. The possibility of receiving praise if he does manage to succeed adds to the excitement. Let alone the idea of you being proud of him is enough to prevent him from ejaculating, no matter how much he desires to do so.

Alternatively, he might not be able to contain his orgasm and ends up coming all over his sad little tummy :( Even though he might find pleasure in the punishment you administer, he would feel extremely guilty. He would immediately break down in tears, whimpering and apologizing for his actions, promising to be a good boy. However, deep down, he enjoys the idea of defiance and rough treatment, as long as he ends up being your good boy by the end of the night. Though the punishment wouldn't be overly harsh, he would take it with equanimity, counting each spank and murmuring "sorry" and "thank you" in between.

"Have you gotten way too spoiled?" you asked, your voice warm and gentle as your finger continued to caress the fabric of his clothes, tracing the outline of his cock.

The shy boy shook his head, still avoiding eye contact. "Have you gotten… pretty spoiled?" you asked, your tone softening as you drew a little closer to him.

His ears flushed a deeper crimson as he nodded almost imperceptibly, the slightest movement betraying his admission. "Yeah?" you cooed, coaxing him to speak up, though he couldn’t find the courage to.

You exhaled a soft sigh, tracing the contours of his tip with your finger, moving at a torturously slow pace. "Do I need to be rougher with you?" you breathed, your question laced with a hint of curiosity.

His lip curled downward at the suggestion, and he subtly pushed into your hand, as if seeking more. "Meaner," he corrected, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me to be meaner?"

This time, he nodded, his gaze locked on yours, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and vulnerability as they seemed to glaze over and dilate. You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Yeah?"

As shame began to dissipate, he nodded more resolutely, a soft "please" escaping his lips, his tone laced with a hint of desperation.

You leaned in, your voice low and husky, "Please, what?" as you settled onto his thighs, pinning him in place to prevent him from squirming away. He paused, his eyes cast downward, his face growing hotter by the second as he struggled to find the courage to speak his desires. The words finally emerged, hesitantly forced out: "Please...can...can we do more?" His hand slowly going to cover his face, as if trying to conceal the vulnerability that had taken over.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you gently pulled his hand away, forcing his teary gaze to meet yours. "No coming tonight, Tamaki," you stated firmly, your nails digging lightly into his wrist.

His face contorted in confusion, a pitiful puff of air escaping his lips as he whispered, "W-what?" His eyes searched yours, seeking clarity.

You leaned in closer, your voice taking on a calm, deliberate tone. "Let's see if you're really a good boy," you said, your hand drifting over his chest as you watched his expressive face cycle through a gamut of emotions. "You're not getting to cum tonight, understand?"

Tamaki's whiny voice cracked as he asked, "L-like... not at all?" His words were laced with a mixture of disappointment and longing.

“Like not at all.” repeated, your voice dripping with a warm, sadistic sweetness. "But don't worry, if you behave, I'll give you a very nice reward," you purred, leaning down to gently lick his pink nipple.

Tamaki let out a strained moan, struggling to find his voice. "And what if I...do?" he asked, his breathy words tumbling out as he gazed up at you with a pout.

You paused, weighing your options with deliberate slowness. "Then," you said, your tone turning stern, "I'll have to punish you."

Tamaki's whine was almost inaudible as he protested, "Why are you being so mean to me?" He sank deeper into the pillows, his face hidden from view as he sought to escape his embarrassment.

“I thought you asked me to be meaner to you, was I wrong?” you teased, slowly pulling down his clinging boxers to finally release his rigid cock. Tamaki's gaze dropped to his stomach, and he looked at himself with a mixture of self-pity and resignation as he anticipated the marathon of edging you had in store for him tonight.

A small, involuntary whimper escaped his lips as he lifted his gaze to yours, his clumpy lashes fluttering as he gazed up at you with pleading eyes. You grasped the base of his cock, and began to pump your fist in a slow, deliberate motion. Tamaki's hips twitched in response, and he watched with a pout as you let a droplet of saliva slide down the length of his shaft, making him squirm.

"Stay still for me, baby," you coaxed, your wrist moving in a slow, sensual arc as you reached the tenderest part of his cock. His hand clamped down on your wrist, his head thrown back in a moan of pleasure as you stroked his most sensitive spot.

"I-I...," he gasped, his words trailing off between ragged breaths, "I can't...I'm close."

Your pace slowed imperceptibly, and a soft coo of sympathy escaped your lips. "Ah, already? I see my words got you excited," you said, batting your lashes with a wicked smile. "Do you want to be punished?"

Tamaki's whine was like a protest, his hand reaching behind him to grasp the sheets as if seeking support. "N-no," he argued, his hips subtly buckling into your hand as if trying to pull away from the impending orgasm.

You let out a soft sigh, your hand trailing off to caress his sacs. Tamaki's tension eased, and he reached out with a hand, his fingers closing around yours in a gentle grasp. "Hold?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across your face as you gazed at his blushing cheeks. "Oh, you want to hold my hand? How sweet," you teased, your tone dripping with amusement.

Tamaki's arm shot up to cover his face once more, but it didn't stay there for long. His hand quickly reasserted itself, gripping the sheets as if seeking grounding as you began to stroke him again. Beads of pre-cum formed on his length, trickling down his shaft like tiny rivers as you focused your movements on the pink, puffy tip.

As you continued to tease him, you posed the question aloud, more for the pleasure of watching him squirm than any genuine interest in his opinion. "What do you think would be a fitting punishment?" you mused, your grip on his base tightening as you felt his cock throb with desire at the very thought of it. "Should I deny you touch for a week?" You suggested, your voice low and husky, the words sending shivers down Tamaki's spine.

"No," Tamaki protested, his head shaking rapidly from side to side.

You pouted, your smile twisting into a wicked grin. "Oh, come now, don't be shy. A little spank might do you some good," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "You might just turn bright red."

Tamaki's embarrassment began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of urgency as he felt his orgasm building. He was desperate to come, and the thought of being spanked only added to his arousal. His resolve crumbled, and he let out a strained "I'm getting close" as his hips bucked upward in search of relief.

As you withdrew your hand from his cock, Tamaki let out a soft moan, his body surrendering to the pleasure that had been building inside him. His face flushed with shame and excitement, he lay there, helpless and exposed, as the orgasm disappeared.

If you repeat this with him enough, you might just break him. The poor boys brain would dissolve into mush faster than you make think. His skin would be flushed, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, and tears streaming down his face. His thighs trembling with each touch, as if the physical sensation was too much to bear. The pain would be almost unbearable, yet his body would crave release more than anything.

If you spoke words of encouragement, all he would manage would be a numb nod, his mind consumed by the desperate desire to come. From that point on, there were only two paths open to him: succumb to the inevitable and let go, risking failure and the agony of delay; or grit his teeth and push through the pain, earning your praise and attention.

I believe he would be more likely to listen to you, no matter how bad it hurt. Solely because he enjoys being pampered more than anything. Any sort of torture is worth a cold shower with you. He would already be fantasizing about you scrubbing his back and telling him how proud you were of him, how he was yours, and only yours.

Oh, but I do think that if sperm retention became a habit, he might “accidentally” cum, just to see where it gets him.

Hinata's desire to obey is objectively adorable, but his body seems to have a mind of its own. When he's shown affection, he can't help but exhibit a more... enthusiastic response. A gentle kiss on the cheek sends him into flustered giggles, touching his chest and he can't help but squirm away with a whimper. The moment you touch his cock, his thighs are clamping shut. His body instinctively reacts in a way that's hard for him to control. It's not that he's trying to be a bad boy; he's simply a bit more sensitive than others! Despite his best efforts to rein in his emotions, sometimes his body takes over, and he can't control himself.

It's only logical to consider investing in a spreader bar, allowing him to relax and fully immerse himself in the pleasure of a hand job. Though, he was still warming up for such an embarrassing idea.

The cuffs snapped into place with a reassuring click, securing Hinata's ankles firmly. “D-do we really have to do this?” He whined, his face flushed bright red as he tried to hide behind his hands. Despite his best efforts to appear annoyed, his body betrayed him, his cock twitching and leaking precariously close to his navel. The sight was almost too adorable to resist, and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together.

“Don't worry Sho, I'm gunna take care of you, 'kay? ” You cooed, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive inside of his knee. You couldn't help but draw closer, your lips brushing against his skin as you moved up towards him.

“Y-you’re so embarrassing!” He pouted, removing his hands enough for you to look into his watery eyes. His sulky expression only made him more adorable.

“Embarrassing? It’s cute, it would be…so easy to fuck you like this. I’m sure you want that, huh?” You purr with a small giggle, your finger tracing a slow, teasing path along his chiseled torso. He whines at the lewd words leaving your lips, his abs flexing as you touch him. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you watch his facial expressions.

As your hand reaches his lower stomach, he feels the unmistakable sensation of your fingers wrapping around his rigid length. A soft, shaky moan escapes his lips as you tighten your grip, and the sound of the cuffs clinking against each other as he tries to clench his legs is like music to your ears. You coo softly, dragging your hand firmly along the length of him, guiding the copious pre-cum that leaks from his tip endlessly.

As you establish a steady rhythm, your thumb teasing the tender slit of his penis, he's powerless to resist the urge to arch his back off the bed. The air is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, punctuated by soft whimpers and gasps as he struggles to remain still.

“P-please, can you, please-fuckk, slow down!” His words are barely intelligible, his voice trembling with desperation. It's the first time you haven’t had to pause to reposition his thighs, and normally that brief respite would allow him to recompose himself. But now, he's acutely aware that he's hovering on the brink of release.

“You can handle it.” you soothe, your voice a gentle whisper as you slow your pace to a tantalizing crawl. But it's clear that the respite is fleeting, as his legs begin to quiver and twitch, his muscles straining to contain the pent-up desire. A single tear escapes his eye, followed by another, as he clutches at your shirt for comfort.

"Aaaaah!" He wails, his voice cracking as your hand flicks around his head, sending shivers coursing through his body. "I can't... I can't take it! S-slow down, it's too much!" he cries out, his words punctuated by ragged gasps. His grip on your shirt tightens, pulling you closer as if seeking comfort in the proximity.

You exhale a gentle sigh, slowing your pace to a mere whisper, as you gaze at him with a soothing intensity. His body begins to relax, ever so slightly, a soft "sorry" escaping his lips, his tears glistening on his flushed cheeks.

"Shh, don't apologize," you whisper, your voice a gentle balm to his frazzled nerves. "Let me take care of you. I'll be right here with you, watching over you. Just relax for me, okay?" You speak softly, your words dripping with reassurance as you gently cradle his balls in your palm, massaging them with a gentle pressure that's both calming and intimate. He looks up at you, his eyes searching for comfort, and nods slowly, as if accepting your promise.

You resume your steady rhythm, your gaze locked on his puffy face as you monitor his reactions. His lips part slightly, releasing soft, strained moans, his eyelids squeezed shut as if to block out the intensity of his sensations. "Feels... good," he stammers, his words barely audible.

As your hand reaches his head, his thighs stiffen, trying to fold in on themselves in an attempt to contain the overwhelming sensations. But when your hand descends back to his base, they relax once more, releasing the tension. His body seems to be begging to curl into a ball, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through him.

As your pace returns to its original rhythm, he's helpless but to surrender to your touch. He can’t help but bury his head in your chest, his face pressed against the fabric as he tries to escape the intensity of his emotions.

"Ah, is my good boy savoring every moment?" you ask, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, your voice warm and soothing. You catch his whispered response, "It's too much," but it doesn't deter you from continuing to lavish attention on him.

As your fingers smooth across his skin, his hips begin to move in time with your touch, his body involuntarily thrusting against your hand in a primal rhythm. The unmistakable sign of his impending climax sends a thrill through you, and you smile to yourself. "You can let go whenever you need to, Shoyo," you whisper, pulling back to gaze at his contorted face, his features puffy from crying.

He doesn't respond, his eyes glazing over as he nods his head in a slow, uncoordinated motion. His hands flail wildly, grasping for your arm or the sheets, before tightening around his own legs in a futile attempt to contain himself. The bed creaks and groans beneath him as he strains against the bar, his movements growing more frantic by the second.

Suddenly, his body begins to shake and he bursts into sobs. The bar rattles ominously as he thrashes against it, his legs straining against the restraints with a force that makes you worry they might snap. "I'm getting... d-dizzy... I feel dizzy, mommy," he whimpers, his eyes pleading for comfort and reassurance.

"It's okay, Shoyo," you coo, trying to soothe him. "You've been such a good boy for me. You're my good boy, right?" He nods vigorously, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he lets out a guttural moan.

It's a matter of moments before his release, and it's a departure from his usual, curl-up-into-a-ball pattern. Instead, his body stiffens, as if trying to hold itself together, and he lets out keening moans that shatter the air. His eyes flutter shut, and he arches his back, his torso bowing into your touch. The white fluid splashes against his stomach, coating his tightened abs.

It's clear this is one of his most explosive releases in a while, and his sensitivity is amplified to the point where he can't even feel the touch of your fingers anymore.

As you milk out the last drops, you're struck by the visual feast before you: swollen lips, tear-stained eyes, and a still-pulsating tip.

But as he blinks up at you, his red-rimmed eyes seeking reassurance, you can't help but smile at your beautiful boy. You run a gentle hand through his hair, whispering, "My good boy," as you cradle him in your arms.

Despite his shame and guilt over his actions, he's unable to resist the allure of your smell, which has become an intoxicating trigger for him. As a hero, he knows he should be above such base desires, but how can he help himself when he’s never experienced such intense emotions before? It’s not his fault your so attractive!!

Tamaki's arousal is amplified by the prospect of being caught in the act, whether it's pleasuring himself while smelling your clothes or being caught red-handed while stealing them. Despite his deep-seated shame and embarrassment over these desires, he's unable to suppress them, and they often find their way into his dreams.

In fact, the fantasy of being punished for his actions has become a recurring theme in his sleep. He loves the idea of being helpless under your control, with vibrators placed anywhere on him you pleased. His cock, prostate, nipples, he doesn’t care as long as your happy.

His deepest desire is to relinquish control and surrender to your will, allowing him to abandon all responsibility and simply obey without hesitation.

Despite being so pathetic, he has a strong desire to impress you. Being shy, he's not one for grand gestures, but he makes an effort to showcase his small accomplishments in the hopes you'll take notice. If you show more interest in Mirio than him, he'll become sulky and withdrawn. When you're near Mirio, he'll feel anxious and insecure. However, his demeanor changes instantly if you direct even a simple question or comment towards him - it's as if a weight lifts off his shoulders, and he's revitalized by your attention.

Tamaki has a tendency to become dramatically upset in your presence, often feigning hurt or distress in the hopes of gaining sympathy and affection from you. Solely to get a reaction from you, one that he can store away to fuel his late-night fantasies.

Despite his ardent desire to catch your attention, he finds himself tongue-tied and unable to articulate his feelings. When he tries to speak to you, his lower lip begins to tremble and his ears turn a bright red with embarrassment. His words get jumbled and tangled on his tongue, rendering him speechless. As a result, he usually resorts to simply nodding his head or muttering a few faint words.

Tamaki's naturally introverted nature often leads him to adopt a listening role, and he finds himself eavesdropping on your conversations out of a misplaced sense of duty. He rationalizes this behavior as a desire to "protect" and "keep you safe," but it's clear that his true motivation is to uncover more about you.

But that's not all - Tamaki is quite the photographer. He likely has an entire album dedicated to pictures of you on his phone, filled with videos and audio recordings of your laughter, conversations with him, and hell even just you talking to a friend. The poor boy would not be able to contain himself if you made a suggestive joke in his presence. Scurrying off to the nearest bathroom with a raging boner. That’s how bad his fascination with your voice is, and he can't help but replay it in his head, imagining all the intimate things you might say to him. He can get rather sloppy with trying to capture you, oblivious as ever. Let’s just hope you don’t catch him recording you, even with his clumsiness. Tamaki's enthusiasm can sometimes get the better of him, causing him to be reckless in his pursuit of capturing your perfection. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get caught by you, even with his clumsiness.