Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

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WC: 1025

"Skin. So much skin.
God, he was going to wreck you." 

Summary: **NOTE** This story is a request: Y/n sends nudes to Tamaki when he's in his dorm room talking with Mirio

Includes: NSFW

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

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Mirio was talking. Tamaki usually liked Mirio's ramblings and he got a good fix of them being his roommate but today he was zoning out, his phone buzzing every so often, begging him to check his messages. But he was too good of a friend just to start texting when Mirio was clearly telling him something...important? Ugh, he should really pay attention.

Tamaki's gaze slid from his phone to Mirio's animated face. He was talking about a sparring match. Tamaki nodded. His phone buzzed and he looked at it warily. Who was texting him? He reached for the device subtly, swiping up with his thumb to unlock it.

There were some messages from you.

Y/n: are u busy

Y/n: I miss you 😘

Y/n: one image attached

Tamaki's finger hovered over the unloaded image as his eyes skimmed the words hovering above. He shouldn't click on that. Is what his mind screamed. Not in front of Mirio. But his body? His body was already opening the picture.

When he saw it, his heart stalled.

Skin. So much skin. He let out a choked sound, eyes roaming over the picture of you sprawled out on your bed with nothing but dark thigh highs on. Your finger was hooked on the edge of your panties, inviting and teasing all at the same time. And your eyes? They were looking at the camera—at him—like you knew exactly what was going through his mind right now. Sultry yet innocent, Tamaki couldn't help but think that the image was tasteful. It made his cheeks burn.

He shut off his phone, turning it face down as he ducked his head to conceal his fire-engine-red face.

"Tamaki, you okay there"? Mirio's voice dragged his thoughts away from the way your lips tasted yesterday, snapping him back to reality.

"Mhm- y-yeah", came Tamaki's stuttered reply. Mirio just narrowed his gaze. Tamaki's heart pounded. Why had he opened it? God, you looked so perfect. The lighting, the way it reflected off your smooth skin. Your curves and the way you were laid out so prettily. Like you were just waiting for Tamaki to come and devour you.

Mirio's back to his story. Tamaki's phone buzzed. He shot it a glance but resolutely returned his focus to Mirio's remarks on their new teacher. Then it buzzed twice more. Mirio paused.

"Dude someone's blowing up your phone". He pointed. Tamaki tried to act confused.

"Oh, I didn't notice", he shrugged, reaching for his phone and putting it in his lap, afraid to look at the messages even as the anticipation rose. It buzzed again and he let out an awkward laugh, squirming a bit at the idea of you sending more pictures.

Mirio's raised his eyebrow.

"Is it...urgent"? He prompted Tamaki. Tamaki shook his head fast, cheeks flushed red.

"N-no. It's just y/n", he squeaked. And Mirio continued his story. Tamaki exhaled quietly with relief when the inquisition was over.

But again, Mirio's voice faded into the background noise of Tamaki's impure thoughts. He flipped over his phone and checked before he thought better of it.

Y/n: r u with mirio??

Y/n: don't let him see

Y/n: one image attached

Obviously, he was with Mirio! Obviously, he would never show him the picture! Tamaki's mind struggled to keep up, his palms getting sticky.

Tamaki clicked the image before he could talk himself out of it. And there you were.

His vision swam.

Now completely topless, your arm barely covering yourself as you held the camera above you. Your lips were slightly parted, skin glowing under the soft lighting of your room.

His throat went bone dry.

He made a noise halfway between a whimper and gasp and slammed his phone facedown on his thigh so fast it nearly bounced off.

"Tamaki, man, you're really...flushed", Mirio interjected worriedly. Tamaki just shook his head quickly.

"I- I'm-" his phone buzzed again, cutting him off. Mirio's face darted from the phone to Tamaki's face.

"I- I need to go". The words rushed out of Tamaki's mouth as he was already getting up to leave, his pants tightening around him. Mirio looked surprised, his eyes roving over Tamaki as if trying to spot inconsistencies. Tamaki didn't care. He just booked it out of their dorm room and opened your texts.

Y/n: u there?

Tamaki's hands were sweaty as he tried to type.

Y/n: I can see u typing pretty boy

A beat in which Tamaki's breath hitched.

Y/n: bet ur hard right now 😉

Tamaki almost choked. His fingers fumbled over the keyboard.

Tamaki: call me

He pressed send, walking briskly to his dorm room, heart pumping hard in his chest. His phone buzzed. He gritted his teeth and checked it.

Y/n: come over

Y/n: one image attached

Tamaki swallowed. Then he clicked the image. You were lying on your stomach on the bed, legs bent at the knees, and feet kicked up behind you. He could see the curve of your back and your ass, and the teasing look in your eyes. You were biting on something and smiling. Tamaki squinted.

A lollipop. God, why did that look so good?

Tamaki: Y/n please

Even through text he couldn't help but sound desperate. He looked at the picture again, practically able to hear your little giggle through the screen.

Y/n: you running?

You prompted through the screen as Tamaki just shook his head, picking up the pace. His thumb hovered over the pictures again and he selected the first one. He bit his lip as he looked it over, his pupils dilating.

Tamaki: you look so good baby

Y/n: I know

He knocked on the door to your room, hands shaking, entire body thrumming with arousal.

"It's unlocked", he heard your voice.

Unlocked? As in unlocked–anybody could walk in—unlocked? Tamaki's face went red. Anybody could walk in and see you looking like that? Lips glistening, sucking a lollipop with a smirk on your face. He fumed at the idea as he opened the door hesitantly and slipped inside. God, he was going to wreck you.