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the backseat | amajiki x reader

a/n: casually can not get into my archive tumblr so i'm dusting off this guy and tossing it to the surface. it's been a couple years. ;D

summary: The time for your graduation vacation has finally come- a week to spend with your friends before you start your careers as Pros. When you’re about to head to the beach, you realize that you’ll be sitting right with your long time crush, Tamaki Amajiki. The catch? There’s barely room for both of you back there.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: dirty talk, slight dry humping, f!reader

There was nothing that sounded worse to Tamaki than spending three hours in a cramped car, even if the end destination was his favorite beach. You had this trip planned for months before graduating; Tamaki, Mirio, Neijre, and a few other classmates were over the moon at the idea of spending the first few days of freedom on vacation. Still… there wasn’t a bigger form of transportation available?

“We’ll have to squeeze in the back.” You motioned between the seats, which you could see partially over mountains of luggage from your spot standing next to the vehicle. Tamaki was beside you, hands buried deep in his pockets and his lips pressed into a straight line, as emotional as he is emotionless. “Mirio had to put one of the three seats down to fit the surfboards, but the two seats should be big enough.”

Your sentence trailed off in volume as you realized how cramped it just might be. You’d rather it be with Tamaki than anyone else, you decided, and knew he felt the same. On your way back inside to get the rest of your things, you did your best to calm your racing heart and drifting thoughts.

Three hours pressed up against the man you’ve craved for years.

How bad could it be?

***

“I’m sorry. I know this is going to be uncomfortable, I-”

Tamaki cut you off as he crawled onto the seat, just barely half of his bottom fitting, the other half hanging off and being shoved against the harsh board material next to him. “Stop apologizing. I’d rather be here than… up there.”

He let out a sigh as he nodded in the direction of Mirio and Nejire, who were starting their karaoke before the car was even running. The stacked bags and coolers made it so that only the tops of their heads were visible, and you could tell that the stress of the drive was nearly falling off of him at the joy of having the barrier.

“You guys good back there? Deku said their car is even worse than ours, can you believe that?” Mirio chirped from the driver’s seat, putting his hand on the back of the passenger headrest to get a good view at the two of you squished in the corner.

“We’re good, Mirio, thanks!” You responded, sticking your hand up with a peace sign to let him know you were hearing him. He threw up his thumb in response, and almost immediately, the sounds of Nejire’s babbling was drowned out by the running engine. With the scent of saltwater lingering off of the beach equipment and flooding your senses, you leaned your head against the window and tried to doze off.

The first hour of the trip was just as uncomfortable as you were expecting. You could tell how hard it was for Tamaki to balance himself with how little of the seat he had, so you kept trying to shove yourself hard against the side of the car to give him more room. It was an endless cycle of you realizing how intolerable his position was and him realizing how much you were hurting yourself to try to make it better for him.

A thought crossed his mind- no, he couldn’t. He pushed his thoughts out of his head the best he could, but anytime he saw you flinch as a bump on the road sent your harder against the plastic wall, his heart lurched even more than your presence caused to begin with. He was overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo wafting in his direction from the cracked window, and after one particularly rough movement, he took advantage of his blurred senses.

“Sit on my lap.”

Your head snapped to face him. What did he just say?

It was so low, so quiet, that you could tell he was trying to be private with it. There wasn’t a chance in hell that they would hear you up front with their insane volume, but still, you played along.

“What?”

“I-” Tamaki stopped and sighed, gathering his words before continuing. “There isn’t enough room. If you… if you sit on my lap, we’ll both b-be comfortable?”

Was it a question or a statement? You wanted him to look you in the eyes, but it seemed he was slowly crawling back into the shell that he had lived in for so long. He felt bold at first, but as soon as he saw your questioning gaze with your parted, wet lips, he lost every ounce of confidence.

This was very visible to you. He was right, though- sitting on his lap would give you both the room and comfort that you had been aching for this entire drive. Even if you were comfortable, which you obviously were not, you would regret giving up the chance to sit on Tamaki fucking Amajiki’s lap for the rest of your life if you didn’t hop onto him like a horse right this second.

Unfortunately, your actions were much more humble than your thoughts. You lifted yourself off of the seat as gently as you could with the car still in motion, giving Tamaki the opportunity to slide himself under you. When you sat back down, you lowered yourself onto one of his thighs, feeling terribly small against his frame.

It was an awkward situation, for a moment, trying to figure out how to position yourself against him, but when Tamaki slid one arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, it fell into place very nicely. He smelled like fresh laundry and trails of food, which you were sure he had more of somewhere close to the seat. If Tamaki was anything at all, he was hungry.

“Is this better?” You whispered, trying to not invade his privacy too much. His heart was racing against you, and even though he was avoiding eye contact with every ounce of restraint he had, you were pleased to feel his arm grip tighter against you when the bumps on the road strayed you off of his embrace.

“Much.” Tamaki’s voice was strained, and it took all of three seconds for you to realize that it wasn’t the only thing that was. His cock was thick against the side of your thigh, and you couldn’t tell if he wasn’t moving because he was enjoying it or whether he was paralyzed with embarrassment.

When he still wouldn’t look at you, you began to wonder if he was waiting for you to adjust yourself the entire time. Using the back of the seat as leverage, you pushed yourself off of him, finally causing him to meet your eyes. Instead of looking grateful like you were expecting, or even embarrassed, he looked almost upset. Words weren’t forming for him, so in an attempt to bring you back to where you started, he pushed his leg up by the toe of his shoe, causing his leg to bounce and causing you to move with it.

You didn’t have time to cover your mouth to stop the noise that broke free from your throat as his movements caused your panties to drag against your clit.

In a normal moment, it would have been just any other shift in position. But the discovery of how long and thick Tamaki was had you riled up, as if sitting on him in the first place didn’t do the trick. You could feel a pulsing in your cunt as you sat there, mortified to have made such a raw sound in front of one of your best friends. You wondered what he would do… would he throw you off of him? You couldn’t blame him. In this moment, you wanted the planet to swallow you whole and erase any memory of-

Tamaki’s hand lightly slapping your bare thigh pulled you from your reverie.

Opening your eyes and pulling your head up from where it was buried in your hands, you met his gaze with confusion. He patted it again, and this time your stomach nearly dropped through your ass when you knew what he wanted, which was for you to straddle his thigh. You were in a sundress, a closet staple for such a vacation, so the idea of exposing yourself so greatly was daunting, to say the least.

Noticing you were silently debating, Tamaki raised a hand and grabbed onto your chin, directing you to look him right in the eyes. His pupils were blown, his mouth hanging open with his tongue coming out to run against his already wet lips. His face was so close to yours, so close, that you weren’t able to take your gaze off of his mouth when his hot breath was fanning against you.

“I could feel how wet you were since you sat down, don’t play n-nice now.” With his words still barely above a whisper, and his grip on your chin not as harsh as you wish it was, you could tell that he was still nervous about what was happening. While his request seemed lewd, there was a shine in his eyes and a lingering in his voice that let you know that this was something he had been thinking about for far too long. He wouldn’t have risked something so out of character in front of his friends otherwise.

There was a need in the way he suddenly brought you forward for your first kiss, but there was a desperation in the way that he was internally begging for you to return the colossal heap of feelings that had been growing in his heart for you for too long. Things were changing with graduation passed, and he had one chance to secure you in his future.

His lips were softer than anyone you had kissed before. It made sense, now that you thought about it, as you remembered all of the times you would peek over at him and see him gently applying chapstick. You wondered if that was the hint that you tasted on him, a soft mix of medicinal balm and the bottled tea he was sipping on throughout the ride. It was an odd combination, but when his tongue tangled with yours for the first time, you knew that it was going to be one that you never forgot.

You shifted yourself to straddle Tamaki’s thigh as he continued to kiss you. His hands sat limp for awhile, unsure of what to do, really, but the second he felt your hot center on his skin, right under the hemline of his shorts, he let his lust direct him. The new position had him spreading his legs out, allowing his heavy cock to press above the knee you had burrowed between his own. Both of his large hands found home on your hips and began pulling and pushing you along him, starting a slow rhythm of your panties pulling against your sensitive, swollen bud once again.

Everything was happening so fast, both in the moment and in terms of your relationship, that Tamaki found himself exhaling and leaning his head back against the seat. You began to worry when his eyes fluttered closed and forced him to stop his movements.

“Tamaki, do you want me to stop?”

Immediately, his head was shaking. He was mumbling, something you knew he did when he was trying to sort out his thoughts. Finally, after licking his lips a few times, he found what he wanted to say. While it was only one word, it spoke the weight of a novel, telling you everything you needed to know about his feelings and giving you the reassurance that you needed to tie the loose ends together in your heart.

“Never.”

With more force than you had ever seen him apply to you, Tamaki grabbed your leg that was between his legs and forced it up and around his hip. One quick pull by your ass had you seated right on his dick, which felt impossibly harder than before. His eyes wandered up and over the luggage in front of you to where your friends were driving, checking to see whether they were still immersed in their road trip games. Thankfully, they were, giving him all of the motivation he needed to grab your hair in his fist and yank your head back.

His kisses started soft on your neck, but the way he suckled down the skin where your heart was beating the loudest was anything but. His grip on your hair allowed him access to the entirety of your upper body, and by the time a few minutes had passed, you were sure that he had laid a kiss on absolutely every inch of it.

Your hips began moving against his, grinding down and causing him to buck right back up. It began as smooth, soft movements, learning each other’s bodies and motions and desires, but it was quick to turn into the roughest dry humping that you had ever seen. You laced your fingers behind his neck for leverage as he pulled your dress straps off of your shoulders, allowing him to slip it off just enough to latch onto one of your nipples. You pulled against his neck as he sucked, continuing to roll against him and swallow the moans that threatened to expose you both.

“I want to be inside of you so badly.” Tamaki whispered around your nipple, letting out the softest of groans. You were both panting at this point, hands grabbing onto whatever would help you drag along each other’s bodies more fluidly. Any makeup you had applied that morning around your mouth was gone, foundation off of your cheeks and chin as his wet kisses dominated you and left you breathless.

Pushing him back against the seat you grabbed the button of his shorts, releasing the zipper just so that his cock was straight up against his abdomen. You lowered your cunt onto him and rolled your hips up, aligning yourself just right so that it dragged against your clit deliciously. Tamaki seemed to like it as well, and he found a bruising grip on your hips to help you move.

“We have the next two weeks.” You whispered, setting your forearms on his shoulders and threading your digits through his hair. A good thrust had you setting your forehead against his and exhaling, feeling pent up from how hard it was to stay quiet.

Tamaki’s eyes rolled back into his head as your pace grew faster, grinding against his cock with a desperation that he had never felt before. He was growing faster to cumming than he wanted to admit, not knowing that you would be releasing yourself any minute. He tried to speak, but his words were breathy and chaotic. “After that. All the weeks. Forever.”

You crashed your lips onto his as you hit your peak, your hips stuttering against him and hands pulling at his hair. In your rapid movements, you brushed against the tips of his ears, and all of the stimulation across his body had him cumming into his boxers. He thrusted up hard when he came, lifting you up into the air and in dangerously close view of your friends up front. All of your sounds were, hopefully, swallowed by each other’s mouths, Tamaki having sucked down on your tongue so hard that you were seeing stars.

It took a minute to calm down, but once you were both breathing normally again, you pulled back to share a shocked expression with him. He looked blissed out, but when his eyes trailed down to your neck and your chest, his eyes widened and all of the color drained from his skin. To see what he was seeing, you pulled your phone out of the cup holder next to you and opened up the camera.

It wasn’t terrible, but there were multiple hickies trailing down your neck and across your chest. It wasn’t something that you would be able to hide from your friends, especially at a beach of all places. While Tamaki’s stomach felt like it was dropped through the bottom of the car and onto the highway, you could only giggle and kiss his cheek.

“That’ll be an interesting one to tell over dinner.”

#icymi #🍆#bye

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