Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Pictures part 2

WC: 1699

"Get naked, Tamaki."

Summary: **NOTE** This story is a part 2 of Pictures: What happens when Tamaki finds Y/n took those nudes in an unlocked dorm room.

Includes: smut

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

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You looked up when he walked in, catching the redness in his cheeks and the way he was out of breath immediately. Tamaki looked at you like he couldn't believe it. Like all those pictures were unconfirmed until the moment he laid eyes on you. You really were lounging on the bed naked, sucking a lollipop. With the goddamned door unlocked.

"Y/n", Tamaki managed, his breaths shallow. You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, taking the sucker out of your mouth with a pop.

"Tamaki", you replied.

"Unlocked? You left the door unlocked"? Tamaki started, baffled. He reached a hand back and locked the door, the sound deafening in the silence. You pouted.

"Didn't want to get up when ya came", you hummed like it was no big deal. Tamaki walked closer to you, eyes on yours, because anywhere else was dangerous territory.

"What if someone had–"

You cut him off.

"I take it you liked the pictures"? You stuck the lollipop back in your mouth, looking at him expectantly. Tamaki's throat went dry at the not-so-distant memory. His hand gripped his phone tighter in his pants pocket.

"Yeah", he murmured.

"Good". You smiled sweetly, taking in the sight of him all flushed and horny. "Sorry if I caught you at a bad time", you said, voice lilting as you examined your nails. Tamaki hated how you could appear as if you had no cares in the world while lying naked in front of him. It turned him on.

"I was- with Mirio". Your eyes flicked to his just in time to catch the way the blood rushed to his face. You grimaced at the admission, but there was a hint of amusement in your expression.

"Oh, that must've been...hard". You winked at him as if he wouldn't've caught the innuendo otherwise. Tamaki let out a dry laugh.

"Take all that off". You waved at him, going back to looking at your nails absentmindedly.

"What"? Tamaki looked confused.

"You think I sent all those pictures so you'd come over and lecture me on door-locking etiquette? Get naked, Tamaki". Tamaki's jaw ticked at your light yet commanding tone.

He knew what you were doing. He knew you knew he'd be upset about the door. Jealous even. Over the possibility that someone might have seen what was his. He knew you were riling him up on purpose, acting all innocent and ordering him around. He knew, and yet he'd still play along.

He knew, and yet he was still taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

He knew because he saw the way your breath hitched when he took a step towards you. And he knew because the taste of cherry on your lips tasted a lot like submission.

You pulled him towards you with a hand on the back of his neck, lips connected in a desperate dance. Pictures were a damn good icebreaker.

And when you pulled away, your lips slick with spit, you had a glint in your eye. You thought for a second, gazing at Tamaki as he got his bearings and then stuck the lollipop in between his parted lips. He hadn't realized you still had it, and when he moved to take it out, you gave him a sharp look. His hand fell limply by his side. You leaned over the edge of the bed as Tamaki stared at you, cock red and flushed against his stomach.