Because of the amount of weird shit he normally eats, Tamaki's cum is naturally bitter. It has a very unique undertone in taste. It also smells a lot when left unwashed.
That strong smell is the reason why, despite Tamaki's lack of a gag+
reflex, Mirio learned to swallow first: he knew he wouldn't survive another instance of his dad barging into his room asking what that smell was.
Mirio also developed an excellent habit of brushing his teeth, because /of course/ the stench would stay in his mouth and that would have led to even more embarrassing questions. But he'll never tell anyone he got his good dental hygiene from sucking Tamaki off so much.
He also won't admit after this long he- sorta enjoys the weird taste it has. Tamaki takes time off-duty and he's dragging him to eat a lot of his usual odd stuff because /he misses the taste.
By contrast, Mirio's cum tastes ridiculously good. He doesn't do diets exactly, but he keeps healthy eating habits to keep his good body shape, and all those fresh veggies and green juices do /wonders/ for the taste of his jizz. He's lucky Tamaki /really/ likes when+
he fucks him, or else he'd be licking his dick like a lollipop all day long.
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So like- Mirio as Orpheus and Tamaki as Eurydice. SO:
When Tamaki dies, Mirio is not with him. Mirio's voice was so beautiful, the king decided to keep him from going to war. He had to see Tamaki depart. He bid him goodbye and Tamaki promised he'd come back.
When Mirio learns that he died, he's so distraught he can't move. He's numb through the funerary rites, until they have to put the two golden drachmas under his tongue. Tamaki's face is barely recognizable.
Mirio's heart bleeds thinking of how much he must've suffered. Two tears roll down his cheeks and he starts singing, overcome by grief.
Everyone around him starts crying too, and not only the people: animals in the vicinity cry; fish drown themselves in the rivers. Trees cry+
It's alienating, in a way that's hard to understand until you've been through it.
Suddenly, your friends are afraid you'll steal their partners, because an omega's scent would be "too much."
If you're a guy, it's weird in a different way.
Mirio takes a while to notice but, as time goes by, signs just start to pile up. His friends (particularly his /male/ friends) act different around him. They're stiff and weird. They don't tell him he's not one of the+
the homies anymore, but they don't have to. He knows. He can feel it.
Perhaps the only person that still acts somewhat the same is Tamaki. He still comes to his house after school even if Mirio is alone at home, and he's still as Tamaki as ever, telling him+
I have no idea why I was craving this particular flavor of non-con BUT-
cw: heavy mutual non-con, blood, public sex, voyeurism, forced orgasm, overstimulation
#MiriTama, infiltered Mirio non-cons Suneater in front a crowd
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Mirio has never wanted to come so bad in his entire life.
Just come. /Now/. At once. Just finally finish this — end this torture.
His body doesn't listen. That blue pill he took earlier is enough to keep him hard, but not enough for him to come.
Not like this.
Around him, people cheer and scream. He doesn't get how they still have the energy to be excited. It feels like he's been doing this forever. He'd have passed out from pure exhaustion ages ago if he didn't have to keep his cover.
cw: voyeurism, consensual non-con so rape play, implied consent, biting, degradation but a bit of praise too, tears and a cream pie with an anal plug
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"Ah- n-no, stop,"
"Ssshhh, stop nagging, baby," Mirio whispers in his ear, "you're going to get us caught."
Tamaki swallows down a moan, biting into his lip. The clutter of the train around them not enough to get his attention for once. He's pressed against one of+
the train doors — the one that won't open for this whole train line. /Trapped/, his mind supplies, making his mouth dry. Trapped between this train door and Mirio's body behind him.
He shudders, a puff of his own hot breath clouding the window in front of him. Just a tiny+
Whenever Mirio lost his clothes in class, he used to feel all embarrassed and troubled. Ever since he presented as an omega, however, he also ends up soaking wet. The air and exposure are bad enough, but his classmates' looks on him just+
add up to it. He's taken to wearing slick pads, but those stay on his clothes when he loses them, and everyone can feel the smell of his slick as clear as day every time he ends up naked. It's mortifying to no end, and the source of a lot of unwanted attention.
And then there are the times where he forgets his slick pad in the morning. If he puts on his uniform like that, it'd just reek of slick the whole day. Logically, Mirio knows he should probably borrow a pad fron a fellow omega, no judgement implied. And he /could/- but+
"You're so cute," Mirio moans, arching his back, "such a cute kitten. I'm so proud."
A long shudder goes through Tamaki's body. He probably would have+
whined, wasn't his mouth otherwise occupied. Mirio feels him force his mouth open a little wider at the praise — every inch of his body desperate to please. The obscene wet sounds accompanied by soft shy moans.
Today, Tamaki is covered in jewels. A+
thousand swarovski crystals curl around his body, making it shimmer with every movement. Fine silver chains curl around him too: two fine chains going from the claws pressing his nipples to the cage around his pretty cock, a chain from there going to the plug filling his+