Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

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WC: 683

Summary: sparring with your friend Tamaki goes slightly...awry.

Includes: suggestiveness

NON-established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, aged-up

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Thwack!

Tamaki's gloved fist lands squarely against your jaw, the impact reverberating as your head snaps back. He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes wide with worry as he rushes out an apology. You seize that split-second distraction, sweeping your leg into his ankles, sending him off-balance. He scrambles to grab your arm as he falls, but the attempt only hastens his descent as he crashes to the ground beneath you, flat on his back. You land on top of him, pressed chest to chest.

"Shit", you mutter, struggling to regain your balance. Your hands find purchase on either side of his head, but the surprise of the fall keeps you close to his body. You feel the solid thud of his back hitting the mat, hear the "oomph" leave his lips as the air is driven from his lungs. His head hits the mat, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours in a dazed, defeated expression. But there's something else—a flash of red creeping up his neck.

"Good one", he murmurs, his gaze flickering briefly to your jaw, scanning for any sign of damage. You chuckle and brace yourself to lift off him when you feel something hard pressing against your stomach, stopping you cold. Is that...? You swallow hard, pulse quickening as the realization hits. You feel the rush of heat across your cheeks, embarrassed and exhilarated.

Your eyes dart to his face, and Tamaki's expression goes from mildly concerned to horror-stricken in an instant. His lips part, but no coherent words come out. As you shift slightly, pressing against him, a low, desperate sound escapes his lips, almost a groan— "Mmmnh... Y/N—ah~" His voice quivers with embarrassment, half a plea and half surrender, the sound spilling out before he can stop it. His eyes squeeze shut, the red flush deepening as his head tilts back, completely unable to control his reaction.

"Tamaki"? Your voice is soft, almost innocent, but your weight holds him firmly in place, preventing any escape. His frantic attempt to explain only comes out in stammers.

"Oh my god, I-I didn't mean to—I swear"! he chokes out, his breath hitching as he realizes there's no way you haven't noticed. His attempts to avert his gaze and twist out from beneath you fail, and with each attempt, he seems to grow more flustered.

The shock in your eyes melts into a smirk, mischief flickering to life as you take in the situation. You'd never noticed how adorable your friend was before.

"Are you... hard right now?" The bluntness of the question makes him freeze, his face going pale, then even redder, if possible. He tries to push himself up on his elbows, desperation shining in his eyes, but you place a hand against his chest and press him back down, gentle but firm.

"Y/N, please, let me explain—" His voice is almost a whimper, but your smirk only deepens.

"There's nothing to explain, handsome." Your voice has dropped to a playful whisper as you lean forward, your finger pressing lightly against his lips to shush him. His breathing stutters, his eyes darting between your face and the way you're settled on top of him. Before he can muster another protest, you roll your hips over him just enough to feel his arousal, and a trembling breath escapes his lips.

"Y/N~" He exhales shakily, his body betraying him as his hardness twitches in response, almost as if it's waiting for your next move. His head falls back, a look of desperate shame clouding his features, but he can't seem to help himself.

"You get turned on when a girl beats you up?" You purr, the teasing question making his pupils blow wide, nearly black with arousal. His hands lift to cover his face, hiding his expression from view.

"N-No! I don't— I mean, I've never—" His voice is muffled, but you hear the helpless, embarrassed chuckle beneath the denial. His body is a traitor, betraying every flustered attempt to downplay his reaction. He finally lets his hands fall, meeting your gaze with a look of resignation.