So this one is a continuation of my last Tamaki Amajiki chapter. It was requested by a couple people trough dm and comments so I'm gonna go ahead and do that. Thank you to all that requested!
Tamaki had fallen asleep on you last night, leaving you pinned to the couch and lost for hope to go to the bathroom until he woke up. You managed to reach your phone without waking him up, and realized it was almost 9. Oh crap, he's gonna be so embarrassed when he wakes up. I'm gonna have to find a way to make it so he isn't. He lay asleep on your lap, looking very peaceful and even somewhat cute. His cheeks were slightly pink and his face had lost its usual worried look. His mouth fell open slightly, his hand resting on your thigh.
You decided enough was enough, and you gently shook his shoulder until his eyes slowly peered up at you. "Y/n?" He mumbled, very confused.
You smiled at him and brushed some hair off of his face. "Hey, Amajiki. You kinda fell over after you fell asleep so I didn't wanna wake you," you explained. His cheeks burned red at your delicate contact. He wanted to be touched, but he didn't want to be embarrassed even more than he already was. He sat up and rubbed his face with both of his hands, trying to conceal how flustered he was.
"Oh god, y/n. I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to impose on you... god, and I even fell asleep on you. I'm really sorry. You must be so irritated with me..." he apologized. You tilted your head sideways a little bit, trying to catch a glance of his face between his fingers. But as usual, they were rigid and didn't reveal anything.
"Amajiki, it's okay," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was stiff and his muscles in his shoulder were tight. "That's what friends are for."
"F-friends?" He whimpered between his fingers.
"Yes, Tamaki," you said, reaching out to his wrist and pulling one down. His exposed eye stared at you, watching in terror as you pulled down the other. He didn't resist much but you could tell he really didn't want you to see him. "We're friends. Or at least I think so. I think you're my friend."
"I think you're mine too," he echoed. You smiled and got up, walking to the kitchen.
"Are you hungry? You don't have to stay, but I'll make breakfast," you offered. He didn't want to choose. On one hand, he really wanted to stay and have normal 'friend times' with you. On the other, he felt he already imposed on you in a way that could not be revoked, and he feared that even though you said you wanted him to be there, that you were lying. That was always one of his insecurities. That his friends were lying about wanting him around. He hated himself for it, but deep down that thought always nagged in his head.
"Amajiki?" You called out, breaking his train of thought. He looked at you with startled eyes as he got up and nervously walked into the kitchen.
"I'll stay," he half-whispered. "B-But if you want me to leave you can just say." That was a safe bet. Either she'll kick me out in a polite way, because that's how she is, polite and nice to everyone, or she'll ask me to stay. Both ways are very scary though, he thought. And he definitely didn't want to leave on his own will. He was too afraid to hurt your feelings, especially after you had been so hospitable.
"No, I want you here. You're good company," you said, not facing him. He blushed wildly, thankful for the fact that you weren't looking at him right now. He looked around your kitchen and noted how neat things were. Very different from his home.
After you had finished breakfast, he thought that would be the end of it. He was conflicted, he wanted to stay but some invisible force wanted him to leave.
"Tamaki, are you okay after what happened last night?" You asked him, cleaning the dishes and putting them away. He sat at the small table you had in the corner of the room. His thumbs went back and forth between his laced fingers as he formulated a response.
"I'll be okay," he stated. You looked back at him and arched an eyebrow.
"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I asked if you're okay right now, not if you will be."
His face flushed and he avoided your eyes. "Y-Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. I'm not really okay," he said. "They haven't responded to the texts I sent out this morning. And they always respond. Or at least Nejire does."
"What even happened anyway?" You prodded, coming to sit down across from him. He shook his head and lowered it towards the ground.
"I stuck my foot in my mouth by telling Mirio that he was being irresponsible and reckless. Nejire came to his defense, and she told me that that's just how Mirio was. A-and it just kind of got worse, and I basically told him that he should change.
"And then he asked why we were even friends if I didn't like him the way he was. It just made me feel like an idiot. I do like him the way he is," he explained, his voice breaking, "but I couldn't stand to live in a world without him."
You looked at his trembling shoulders as he started crying again. "Do you want me to go with you so you can apologize in person?" You asked. He quieted suddenly, considering that possibility. "I could help you feel less nervous and be a buffer for any tense situations."
"I don't think anything could make me less nervous," he sighed. "But maybe having you there would make it less awkward. It's just...I don't want to go yet. Can we just stay here?" He begged.
"Tamaki, putting it off won't help any."
"I know, y/n. I just want some time to build up my courage. If we could just be here for a while, I might even be able to talk to him by looking him in the eye," he hoped. "But that probably won't happen."
You laughed at him, and he reluctantly laughed with you. "Ok. On one condition. Once that happens, you have to tell him how you're feeling. No holding back or putting your head against a wall. And if you promise me you can do that, we can stay here and do whatever you want," you proposed. His lip twitched at the possibility of spending some time with you. He would never admit it in a million years, but he had a semi-major crush on you. He was so scared of liking you that he couldn't even admit it to himself.
"O-okay. I promise," he stuttered. You smiled at him and stood up. You took his hand, which made his mind basically malfunction. You led him to the couch and let him sit down. You sat down next to him and watched his hands wring.
"What do you wanna do?" You asked. He had never been so nervous. Okay, maybe he had but it was still intense. He looked at your eyes and gulped. He couldn't bring himself to say that he wanted you to touch him. He wanted to feel your lips on his, but saying that would being too scary for him. Far, far too terrifying.
You moved closer to him and run the back of your hand across his face. He sighed loudly, which made you smile. He was so cute, but telling him so would be hard for him to accept. At least he hadn't rejected you yet. His hand came up to yours and held it in place. Your soft hands on his face was already more than he had hoped for.
"Is it ok if I hug you?" You asked. He promptly nodded, his blush still on his face. You wrapped your arms around him, and he slowly did the same to you. His hands rested palm down on your back, rigid and hot. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent deeply. He wanted to imprint the feeling of you in his arms into his mind.
"Mmmm," he sighed into you.
"Do you like it when I touch you?" You asked.
"W-What?"
"Do you like it when I do this?" You snuck your hand up his shirt through the front, brushing his skin with your warm hands. He let out an 'eep!' as you brought your hands up to his chest.
"What are you d-doing, y/n?" He exclaimed. He was now backed off, trying not to shrivel up into a ball and never see the light of day again.
"Calming your nerves," you stated simply. He swallowed thickly and watched with huge eyes as you took off your shirt. Everything he knew was turned upside down, painted purple, and flipped inside out. "Do you want to touch me?" You asked, running your hand up and down his arm. If I say yes, it's going to just be a prank, I know it. But if I say no then it'll hurt her feelings and-his reasoning was interrupted abruptly.
"Tamaki, if you want me to stop, please just say so. I'll stop. Im sorry, Tamaki, but I just really like you."
"Like me?" He gasped.
"Yes. I like you."
"I-I... I like you too," he whispered. You smiled brightly and squeezed his hand.
"So... can I touch you? Can you touch me? You can say no at any time," you offered.
"Yes... okay," he blurted. You gently took his hand and lifted it up to your chest, placing it in between your breasts. He felt your fluttering heartbeat and felt his beating along with it. Your eyes met his, and you couldn't believe it when Tamaki took the initiative and kissed you himself. His lips were soft and wet, and they moved in rhythm with yours. You pulled him in closer so his leg was between yours. Your hand ran through his soft hair as his tongue swirled around in your mouth.
He pulled back and gasped for breath, barely able to believe that he just kissed his crush. You pulled at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He was very thin, but he had a modest set of muscles all along his body. You hungrily ran both of your hands up and down his chest, then slid them down to his pants, palming his now hard member through his clothes. He pulled back and stared at your hands, nearly unable to breath. "Wha- y/n, you don't wanna do that with... me?" He said.
"Yes, Tamaki, I do." You unclasped your bra and then took off your pants, leaving you naked. He was beyond scared that you would find his exposed self disgusting, but he let you remove the rest of his clothes too. You grabbed his twitching cock and started stroking it slowly. He melted at your touch, finally starting to accept the fact that you could make him happy, not just emotionally like you did every other day, but physically.
Your mouth met the tip, and you started bobbing it up and down. Little moans escaped from his mouth, sweet noises that made you want to elicit more. You took his whole length until it hit the back of your throat. The contact of his cock to your throat was frankly too much for him. "Ahhhh, wow," he moaned. He lightly touched your head as you bobbed up and down, sending him even closer to the edge.
You sped up, pushing him to new heights. His hands curled up in your hair. "M-more," he humbly demanded. You obliged, doing everything you could to make him come. His tip hit the back of your throat, and he let out a long moan, coming into the back of your throat. You sat up again, wiping your mouth. "T-thank you..." he stuttered. You smiled and picked up his clothes for him, then went to get dressed yourself.
"You're welcome. Let's go now. It's your time to hold up your end of the deal." He nodded and put on his clothes, going back to his normal nervous self.
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Hey y'all, thank you so much for reading. Tamaki is another one of my favorites, so I wanted to write more about him. And plus, you don't see a lot of love for this guy so I thought that I might give the Tamaki fans out there some content.
If you have any suggestions, please don't hesitate to tell me. Thank you!
-Liv💙
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