Tamaki Amajiki oneshots ♡

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title: stay quiet

Tamaki x fem!reader

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context: some anon on Tumblr gave me a good ol' thirst post and this is where it ended up.

why do I always make Tamaki so lewd? I'm sorry, I just love him so much-

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When you first started dating Tamaki, you knew how shy and anxious he got. He got flustered at the slightest compliment you gave him, from "Your costume is really cool" to "You're really handsome, Tama" His mind would go blank and his face would turn a bright scarlet colour in a matter of seconds.

What you didn't know was how you got into this situation: Tamaki's chest pressed flushed against your back, one of his hands covering your mouth as his free hand hastily ripped off your damp panties. His clothed cock was pressing into your back as his lips attached to your neck.

"Tama!" Your whimper was muffled by Tamaki's hand as his fingers skillfully rubbed over your clit. You could feel how wet you were getting and frankly, you were quite ashamed at how aroused you were in this current situation. You let out a muffled moan as two lithe fingers made their way into your core, Tamaki's lips teasingly kissing your sweet spot.

"What's w-wrong princess?" His voice vibrated against your neck as he slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth – which was a bad idea as you let out a loud whine almost immediately. "Aren't y-you enjoying this?" You gasped as Tamaki pulled his fingers from your core, drenched in your slick as he brought them to his mouth. The sight was enough to make you squirm as you bit your bottom lip to silence the moan that tried to slip from your lips.

"I-I... I am.." You admitted as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to give a bit of relief to your throbbing clit. "I just don't think we should be doing this in Mirio's closet!" You kept your voice down, scared that the blonde-haired boy was bound to walk in any minute.

"It thought you said you wanted to take a risk," His stutter was gone as he grew more confident, his fingers working fast to unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. Your eyes widened slightly as he forced you to turn back around, his hand covering your mouth once again as he pushed his length into your drenched cunt. Your eyes widened further as he bottomed out in you, a loud muffled moan falling from your lips.

"If you can keep quiet, everything will be fine."

That's when the challenge started: to keep quiet while Tamaki fucked you in his best friend's closet.

Turns out, keeping your voice down was harder than you thought it would be. Then again, you hadn't expected Tamaki to be fucking you so roughly from behind in closet of all places. Mirio's closet, to be exact. "Tamaki!" You moaned his name as he began to increase his pace, your knees buckling underneath you. Tamaki was quick to catch you as you fell forward, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady. This position only forced his cock deeper into your core, his tip prodding at your g-spot.

"A-Ah! Tama~" Tamaki let out his own groan at the feeling of your walls clenching tighter around his throbbing length, his hips beginning to rut against you faster. He pulled his hand from your mouth as he adjusted his position, his hands grasping your thighs. It was now your challenge to silence yourself as you slapped your hands over your mouth, your eyes clenching shut as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach.

"You like it when I fuck you in my best friend's closet, huh? Don't lie, I can feel you clenching down on my cock," He quietly moaned, making you whine and nod your head. You wouldn't lie, Tamaki talking dirty to you was easily the sexiest thing ever. "What a naughty little girl."

You tried to focus on anything else but the feeling of Tamaki's cock deep in your core was too much, his veins rubbing against your walls as he kept his groans down as much as he could. Your whines and moans were music to his ears, but he didn't want to get caught. Although the risk of his bestfriend walking in on you two was hot, he knew that he would never be able to look Mirio in the eye ever again.

"Shh, butterfly," He whispered in your ear before gently nibbling on your ear which only caused your arousal to build in your stomach. His chest pressed into your back and cock pressed into your heated core, you could feel he was getting close as his thrusts became sloppier. "You don't want him to catch us, do you? Or maybe you do, do you want to give him a show?"

You threw your head back at his vulgar words, the delicious sound of squelching and skin slapping together echoing around the confined space. You were sure that if Mirio returned, he would quickly be able to figure out what was happening in his closet.

"C-Close!" You managed to whimper out before you bit your lip again, your hands covering your mouth once again. Tamaki used your words as extra motivation and began to thrust rougher into your sopping cunt, one of his hands disappearing to play with your puffy clit. "Ah- Tama, no!" You whispered as he kissed your shoulder, his fingers rubbing figure eights on your sensitive nub.

Your body began to shake as you felt your climax building up, your moans becoming louder as his cock slammed into you all while his fingers rubbed against your clit. You let out a muffled cry of his name as your climax washed down on you, pleasure rolling through you in waves as he continued to fuck you, searching for his own release.

His length throbbed inside of you deliciously as he latched his mouth onto your shoulder to stifle his own loud moans consisting of profanities mixed with your name as he spilled his hot seed inside of you, your juices mixing together. His hips slowly bucked into you as he rode out his climax, his eyes still clenched shut as pleasure rolled through his body.

You were both a panting mess as he pulled out of your dripping core, your arms falling back down to your side as your eyes fluttered open. After-shocks of your intense orgasm were still rolling through your body as you struggled to pull up your panties, your body weak and tired.

"S-Stay still," Tamaki quietly ordered as he helped you put your panties back up, his eyes lingering on the sight of your abused cunt clenching to keep his cum in. He quickly looked away, knowing that if he stared much longer he'd easily get hard again. He helped you put your pants back on before he pulled up his jeans, his hands running through his sweaty hair. "Hopefully he d-doesn't notice..."

"You better hope he doesn't notice otherwise you are in some shit when we get home," You mumbled your cheeks fuming red as you opened the closet door, walking back out into Mirio's room. "Seriously? It takes him this long for him to make hot chocolate?"

Tamaki shrugged before Mirio's footsteps neared the door, his hands quickly trying to organise his already naturally messy hair. "Hey, Mirio!" You greeted casually, sitting back down on his bed, your eyes widening as you shifted uncomfortably as you felt Tamaki's seed slowly seep out of you.

"Hey, sorry it took so long. My parents wanted to know about- nevermind, it'll just bore the two of you. Anyway, drink up!" You and Tamaki both sighed in relief as you realised Mirio didn't realise that the two of you were shamelessly fucking in his closet moments ago.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Little did you know, Mirio heard everything while he was downstairs, praying to God that you didn't touch any of his clothes.

Let's just say Mirio was definitely asking for a new closet when his parents got home.