Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Talk Dirty

"Talk dirty, you got your hand in my jeans" - Notice Me by ROLE MODEL

WC: 1461

Summary: Exactly as the quote reads. A private moment between Y/n and Tamaki in which you bring Tamaki almost more pleasure than he can bear as you talk him through it.

Includes: smut

Established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, aged-up

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"Oh...yeah". Tamaki's voice comes out breathy, the back of his head resting on your shoulder, his hair splayed over your bare skin. You watch him carefully, your hand running over his hardness underneath his jeans. His eyes are fighting to stay open, gazing at the place where your hand disappears into his pants. Unbuttoned and unzipped but not pulled down: merely shoved aside for convenience.

"Look at you", you whisper, your free hand pulling up his white shirt to expose his abs. He's situated between your legs, hands resting on your thighs as you touch him. He whines, fingers tightening on your skin as desire curls in his belly. "Already so hard for me", you tease, rubbing your thumb over his slit. He moans, the sound reverberating in the quiet dorm room.

He feels content in your arms, the stress of the day draining from him with each gentle touch. He sighs, back arching slightly into your hold.

"So sensitive... Do you like how I'm touching you? Tell me how much you want it". Your voice feels far away, but he knows you asked a question. He reaches backward in his mind, trying to register the words.

"Y-yes~ I want-", he stammers as your warm grip squeezes his length. He lets out a choked-off moan, eyes squeezing shut.

"What's the matter, Tama? Can't keep it together for me"? You let out a teasing laugh, your fingers lightly grazing over his flushed skin. "You look so cute when you're all messed up like this, all desperate for me". He chokes on his breath.

You smile at him, loving his vulnerability and cherishing every needy, desperate noise that leaves his swollen lips.

"What do you want Tamaki"? Your voice pierces through his haze and he rushes to answer you, mind feeling sluggish.

"Everything", he gasps out and you feel his dick twitch in your hold. "Shit~". He whimpers when you run a finger up the throbbing vein on the underside of his member, pulse hammering behind his eyelids. He doesn't think he's going to last much longer.

"You've been waiting for this all day huh? Last a little longer for me okay"? You talk to him softly, voice a purr. He smiles weakly, fingers loosening their death grip on you.

"Mhm", he musters, mind thick. Your hand is tugging and twisting and rubbing and it feels so goddamned good.

His muscles tense as you drag the nails of your left hand along his abs, a broken moan ripping from his throat.

"S-so good nghh~", he groans, chest heaving. You lean closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear and sending a shiver down his spine.

"That's it baby. So pent up for me". You run a finger over his bottom lip and then card your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat.

"Mm yeah- all for you y/n- needed this~" he mumbles on the verge of incoherence as you push him closer and closer to his release.

You turn your grip loose when you feel him twitch, observing his frustrated exhale and the way he thrusts his hips into your fist in search of more friction. But you keep him on the edge, watching as he bites his lip, breaths ragged. "I can feel you twitching in my hand. So close already"?