Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

New Years!

Word count: 1972

Established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki

"All you could do was stare."

Summary: You and Tamaki are over at his house for New Year's Eve with his family. You accidentally arouse him and then smut.

Includes: Smut/Fluff

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You grinned widely in the mirror, glancing at your necklace to rotate it so the clasp lay against the smooth skin of your exposed back. You had been so insecure about wearing this dress cuz the whole back of it was practically non-existent and the front was a bit too low for your liking, but when you had tried it on, Tamaki, the sweetest, shyest and most loyal boyfriend, insisted that you buy it even though it was well over your 100 dollar budget.

You rubbed your arm, studying your slim figure in the mirror. The short fitted black and red dress made you look as if you could bring destruction or death. And anyone who knew you well enough knew you could if you wanted. Though they also knew you would never hurt a fly and that you were one of the most innocent people to ever live on the face of the Earth, babies excluded. A cool breeze floated in through the window, and you glanced outside to see the darkening sky. It was getting late, which meant your friends, or rather friend, would be arriving any second. You hurriedly slipped on a bracelet and brushed your hair out before hearing the doorbell ring.

"Tamaki", you called out, "Are you ready?"

Tamaki had taken up the duties of cooking dinner for both of his parents and one of his friends, saying that since they, including you, were his guest (even though you practically lived there with how much time the two of you spent together), he would cook the meal. Though it was no issue cuz Tamaki was a fantastic chef, all of his meals were made as if to be served at a five-star restaurant.

"Yes," he called back before yelping. You scrambled to the kitchen, your tights making you slide a bit on the shiny wood floors

"What!" You asked quickly, looking Tamaki up and down

"Nothing, just a little nick," he held his finger up, a long but shallow cut running the length of his middle finger.

"What the heck, Tamaki!" You shouted weakly as some blood trickled down his finger. "You- your parents are here!" You sputtered, dragging his stupidly smiling self to the sink and rinsing it under cool water. "Wash it with soap, get some Neosporin and put a bandage on," you ordered him as you rushed to the front door, swinging it open and greeting parents.

"Hi, Mr and Ms. Amajiki!" you smiled warmly, still out of breath from your rushing around as a strand of hair fell into your eye.

They smiled back as you welcomed them in and you told them to place their apple pie on the table, hoping that Tamaki wouldn't notice it was there. As you held the door open, Mirio sauntered past, whispering to you quietly, "Hope we weren't interrupting anything y/n," raising an eyebrow as you punched him lightly on the shoulder, "you did actually. Tamaki is busy cutting his fingers open in the kitchen," you snarked.

"What?" Mirio inquired, twisting to look down the hall to the kitchen, where Tamaki waved at him, showing off his bandage.

"Everyone, sit." Tamaki said over the chatter, "I'm hungry."

You smiled at him as you took your seat next to him, beckoning to Mirio to take the seat next to you. As everyone served themselves, the chatter picked up: "So how are you two doing?" Ms. Amajiki questioned, looking at Tamaki. Your relationship was flourishing, but Tamaki was practically notorious for being bad with words, especially about feelings and topics he felt strongly about.