pro hero!Amajiki gets hit with sex pollen on the job and its lights out for you.
He'd come home flushed, hard, and wild eyed.
"Hey baby, what's wro-" But he wasn't listening. You were wearing just his shirt and some panties. His pupils were blown wide, and he was on you before you could finish your sentence.
The first round was over the counter, his mouth on your clit until you were screaming and coating his chin with your juices.
"Can't fucking wait. You can take it can't you? Just gotta, fuck- gotta stretch you out a bit." He was muttering to himself as he dragged his cockhead through your folds and pushed into your unprepared pussy as slowly as he could manage.
"Tama," you moaned. Your boyfriend was big and you were grateful for how wet he'd made you as your hole stuggled with the sudden intrusion.
But your body would always crave his, and you had to admit you liked how needy your boyfriend was.
He was balls deep before you could catch your breath. He only paused for a heartbeat for you to adjust before his thumb was on your clit as he pounded away at your tight heat.
"Can't stop baby, fuck, I'll make you cum though, p-promise." And he did, his skilled fingers drew orgasm after orgasm out of you as he groaned and whined about how you were soaking his cock. The load that filled you when he finally let go was massive, leaking down his balls and your thighs.
You can't even remember what round this was, his hips wouldn't stop moving against yours. You're on your stomach and barely able to claw at the sheets, just fucked completely dumb by his relentless need to cum over and over.
"I know, 's too much, but I can't stop I'm sorry you feel too good." He whimpered and apologized but the truth of it was- he was prone boning you, his strong body heavy on your back as his fat cock squelched through the multiple loads he'd already filled you with.
Your pussy was so sensitive you could feel the vein on the underside of his shaft throbbing inside you, and even though tears threatened to fall you couldn't lie to yourself. You had never felt so good.
Tamaki Amajiki stared at you from across class A-3′s dormitories living room. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over to you whenever Mirio was around. He couldn’t help but feel off when Mirio’s hands touched you, or whenever you chose to sit next to Mirio.
Technically, it wasn’t as if you were choosing to sit with Mirio over your boyfriend, Tamaki. You and Mirio had sat down to watch a movie before Tamaki even woke up. Mirio, a mutually trusted friend should be allowed to spend time with you outside of school, especially when you live in the same dorm building together.
Tamaki Amajiki was by nature not a jealous person. Tamaki trusted that you had good enough judgment not to allow yourself to be put in the position of being alone with someone who wanted you in sinful ways. Not only did he trust your judgment, but he trusted that he could leave you alone with a male and you, yourself, wouldn’t cross that line of betrayal.
Tamaki trusted you not to cheat on him, and he trusted his friend too, but that didn’t prevent him from allowing these fallacious and inferior feelings from forming deep inside his mind. Tamaki couldn’t help but feel uneasy as your head rested on Mirio’s shoulder. Tamaki couldn’t help but be left with this dissatisfactory taste in his mouth when you laughed at Mirio’s joke.
Tamaki let out a small sigh of relief as the credits to the movie rolled and Mirio stood up from his spot on the couch. Mirio stretched his arms out with his ever glowing smile on his face.
“I have to go to my internship now.”
You smiled up at Mirio, bringing that bitter feeling inside of Tamaki come out again.
“Tell Fat Gum I said hi.”
Mirio left the room as you sat up from your spot on the couch. You made your way over to the couch that Tamaki was sitting on by himself and plop down next to him. You make a move to take ahold of Tamaki’s hand but he moves his hand away.
You bit your lip as you shyly smiled up at your boyfriend. He’d been so cold and distant lately and you didn’t know why. Tamaki liked to keep to himself instead of talking. As much as you tried to remind yourself that Tamaki just worked that way, it was frustrating and hard not knowing what was bothering him.
“You’ve been distant lately, did I do something to upset you?”
“No!”
His tone was hard as he replied, Tamaki instantly frowned upon hearing his own voice and tone. He didn’t mean to yell or be cold towards you in any sort of way. He didn’t mean to take his feelings out on you but the feelings had been sitting and boiling for so long that he couldn’t help it.
“I’m sorry, it was rude to yell.”
“It’s okay, just talk to me.”
“You’ve just been spending a lot of time with Mirio lately.”
“Mirios been having a hard time. He lost his quirk and mentor, he couldn’t even get a new internship without my help… Our friendship is completely innocent I would never cheat.”
“I know that already. I know you would never do that.”
You grab Tamaki’s hand and rub circles into the back of his hand with your thumb. Comforting skinship.
“Than what’s wrong?”
“The closer you get to Mirio the more you’ll realize that he’s so much better. He’s loud and social, he’s friendly and always has a smile on his face. I’m quiet and reserved, I’m anxious, I have anxiety. He’s so much better, and once you realize that, you won’t want me.”
You pull your hand out of Tamaki’s and cup his cheeks. You pull his head down so he can look you in the eyes. The tears brimming his eyes breaks your heart.
“I don’t care about those things. I love how shy you are, I love how I get to be there for you when you get nervous or anxious. What you see as flaws are just traits of you that make you who you are.”
“I’m sorry for being so insecure.”
“Don’t be sorry, you’re entitled to your feelings… But between you and me, I prefer raveonettes with tentacles over disrobed blondes.”
TIMESKIP Tamaki Amajiki x GN Reader (Fluff) slight nsfw
Inspired by artwork from @lumayoiii thx u twin
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As you finished prepping the table for dinner, you grab two glass cups and fill them with ice. A second later you hear the front door open. (The huzz has arrived 😩)
“Hey babe I’m home, I got McDonald’s because it was the closest thing nearby I hope you don’t mind.”
“Hey Tamaki! Im almost done setting the table- oh btw what haircut did you get?” You say still with your back turned away from him.
“Oh I got-“
You interrupt him by accident as your curiosity overtook you. “Let me guess you got a trim or layers?”
“No actually I got a pixie cut”
You turn around and see Tamaki Amajiki, his long hair no more but a short textured haircut that enhanced the his features such as his cute pointy ears and his sharp eyes that would always intimidate others but hid a soft spot for you. His handsome face in full view, no longer covered by his precious long bangs. A shy smile appeared on his face as he placed his open palm on the back of his neck in unease, worried what you might think.
But your in awe, and all you can think about is god bless you mirio..
“I do think she cut a bit too much of the sides but do you.. like it?”
“LIKE IT?!” You slam the water jug you were previously pouring into the cups, creating a loud slam which startled Tamaki.
“If I could jump over this table I’d overstim you til you-“
“Did you say something?”
“Uhhhh I mean- You look amazing Tamaki! I love seeing your gorgeous face and those cute ears!”
Tamaki looks down at the ground in a mixture of relief and fluster as his face gradually grows redder.
“Thank you..” he says quietly with appreciation. You go up to himself and give him a kiss on the cheek as the two of you go eat dinner.
Later ~ 😛
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tamaki has a hard time saying no, so when you asked him if he could help you study for the upcoming exams, he couldn't help but agree to it
though as soon as you arrived at his dorm room, tamaki began to get flustered and slowly regretted that he agreed or didn't bring anyone else along…
you were being very nice to him, but perhaps a bit too nice!
telling him how cute he looks when he's flustered, gently touching his arm when you want his attention and all those things only made tamaki more flustered!
he could barely focus on tutoring you, when you were sitting so close to him and kept saying things that made his cheeks turn crimson red
by the end of the study session, tamaki had barely taught you anything, as you were busy flirting with him and flustering the poor boy instead…
even heroes in training are sometimes just high school girls with a crush
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He walked through the doors with an intimidating gaze turned toward the floor, ears poking out like an elf, and for some reason, you perked up in your seat. The cutest boy in your class was undoubtedly Todoroki, but when this guy walked in, your heart skipped a beat. Todoroki didn’t make your heart skip beats.
Amajiki, Mr. Aizawa had called him. Even his name was befitting of someone so delicate. He was awkward, he was fidgety—a person with a personality you had never met before. How interesting.
You followed the rest of the class to the training gym. They were so intent on defeating that Togata guy, and maybe you should have been too, because that was why you were here: to become someone worthy of the title Hero. But Hero’s were also just people, and though this was a school for the next generation of Heroes, you were still sometimes, just a high school girl.
And high school girls were allowed to have crushes.
You appeared beside him at the corner of one of the walls. He was tall, a lot taller than you, back you weren’t deterred by something measly like that. “Hey, you—
He screeched at your tiny finger poke. “What—who are—why aren’t you participating?”
“Hmm?” You leaned in, eyes narrowing in calculation. “You don’t seem to have a problem talking to one person at a time.”
“Uhm.” He swallowed, finally turning to face you. “Shouldn’t you be with your classmates?”
He pointed toward the group behind you, but you shrugged without looking. “Theres no point in fighting a losing battle.”
“Huh?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“I heard what you said,” you crossed your arms and leaned your back against the wall, watching your peers get pummeled. “The cons far outweigh the pros in this situation.” You blinked, “The only thing I would maybe gain from this is being humbled,” you frowned, “and I’m not really in the mood for that right now.”
He shuddered, holding his hands together, “You’re kind of scary.”
“Scary?” You pouted. “How mean, I’m your underclassmen, you’re supposed to take care of me,” you whacked a few little punches at his shoulder, careful to not actually put any weight behind them. “Besides, to be honest,” you straightened up, “I’m more interested in talking to you.”
“Me?” He faltered, “I don’t think I’m all that interesting… So.” His voice cracked and it was the cutest sound you had ever heard.
“You wanna know what I think?” You asked, unintentionally invading his personal space.
“Not really,” he leaned away from you, averting his gaze even as his cheeks burned and told you more than you needed to know.
“But I wanna tell you anyway.”
“Sainoji!” You huffed and turned around, spotting Aizawa walking toward you.
“Yes?”
“Go change, the others are already gone.”
Confused, you shifted to look over his shoulder. Of course, he wasn’t lying. “Right. Sorry.” You nodded, but before running off, turned to Amajiki one last time. “Let’s continue our conversation late, kay?”
“U-o..kay…”
“Hmm, what was that?” Mirio appeared at Tamaki’s side, slapping his back.
“Oo, Tamaki, I didn’t know you could talk to girls like that,” Nejire held up a hand to her mouth as if containing her awe.
“It’s not like that!” Tamaki shouted. “Besides, I think she was just making fun of me.”
“Sorry about her.” Mr. Aizawa said, watching his student’s retreating form. “She’s kind of a wild card.”
“What do you mean by that?” Mirio asked.
“She’s not inherently crazy, but… She is sometimes… how do I put this gently…” he itched the back of his head, “Sainoji can be unpredictable, and sometimes it’s hard to know what she’s thinking.” From watching her the past semester, Shota could confidently say —san Sainoji went about things seriously only when it benefitted her. She was like that with everything, including people. Her own classmates had started to notice pretty early on, but that wasn’t any of his business so he never thought to get involved. He supposed Amajiki had just captured her interest for some reason. Though, he didn’t see how any of that information would be at all important to these students, so he kept his mouth shut.
“What, she wants to see us?” You motioned between yourself and Ochaco.
“I’m just as surprised as you are.”
“Hey, that’s not very nice.” You pouted, but Aizawa knew you weren’t really upset. You could see it in the way his face refused to move an inch.
“Wow, what do you think it’s about?” Ochaco tiled her head.
“I don’t know,” Kirishima jumped up, “but I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m going over to the third year’s dorms!”
“Let’s go with him,” Ochaco said, already following.
“I have no problem with that.” You murmured, if you went with Kirishima, you were sure to see him, and you could even play it off as if you were just excited about what Hado had to say. Though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited about the conversation with her—knowing it likely entailed information about the work study—Amajiki was just a more intriguing topic. What did he do in his spare time? What did he look like when he was focused? Perhaps this would give you a chance to see him in his own habitat.
“Wait for me!” You chased after your classmates.
The walk across the dorms wasn’t hard, but you did have to pass all the second year’s, which took a little longer than expected. The sky was beginning to darken, painting the campus in shades of orange and purple, though you were sure you would be back in your room before it got too dark to see.
“Look, it’s there!” Kirishima shouted, pointing ahead. The structure was identical to your dormitory, the only difference was the white number 3 at the top, contrasting nicely against the brown paint.
“Let’s go.” Ochaco bounded up the stairs, but it was Kirishima who knocked. You stood a bit behind them, trying not to fidget with your fingers. The door cracked open and unfamiliar faces peeked through.
“Uhm, we’re looking for Tamaki Amajiki and Nejire Hado…”
“You’re first years right?” One of the guys in the doorway asked. “Give us a second, here, you can wait in the foyer.”
“Thanks,” Kirishima bowed and led the way through.
Cautiously, you followed, analyzing the interior. In comparison, there wasn’t much difference. What floor did he stay on? You swallowed back the sickness that lurched in your stomach. Amajiki walked down the stairs in a hoodie and sweats. Casual clothing was normal, especially with how late it was, but man he was so… Oh, what was the word?
He kept his head down and hands in his pants pockets. Hado flew out the elevator a second later, “You’re here!” She grinned. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”
“Nope!” Ochaco rolled back and forth on her heels. “Sorry, this is probably unexpected but it was just such a surprise.”
“Oh, I bet. Come on, let’s go talk in the common area. Are you guys thirsty or hungry?”
You forced yourself to move but your eyes remained on Amajiki. Kirishima was talking, almost shouting, and he was just standing there, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked so—
Domestic.
That was it.
Comfortable.
You wanted more. To see more of him and what he would do or say, how he would react to something you said. What was he thinking about you right now? Had he seen you walk in? Was he just as curious about you as you were about him?
But that wasn’t what you’d come here for.
You supposed it was enough to just see him like this. Surely there would be more opportunities to see these quieter pieces of him. Your stomach flipped at the possibilities and you hid a smile behind a palm.
Across the room, Kirishima settled beside Amajiki, who kept his limbs extraordinarily close together. You caught most of what Hado was saying, but every now and then, your eyes would sneak off.
“Well, that’s all.” She said, “I’ll look forward to tomorrow. We can go right after school.”
“You guys ready?” Kirishima grinned, but your gaze snagged on the taller boy who appeared behind him. Quiet and his hands were still stuffed into his pockets, but his eyes were on yours. He blinked away, almost squeaking when it seemed he’d been caught.
“Yeah, just about!” Ochaco jumped up.
“We should probably head back then,” Kirishima checked his phone, “Oh man, it’s late.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Ochaco frowned at her own phone, “Weird, it didn’t feel like it was that long.”
“Time passes by differently here.” Hado giggled like a weirdo.
“Stop it, Nejire.” Amajiki stepped forward.
“I’m only kidding.” She huffed. “Can’t I have a little fun?”
Sweat dripped down his forehead and he turned his gaze back onto the three of you, the tips of his ears turned pink, and you couldn’t help but hope it was because of you. Maybe one day, he would call you by your first name and you could do the same. Him and Hado were friends, close enough that first names came naturally to them. What would it be like to know him that well?
Your upperclassmen walked you all to the front door, with Hado saying, “Get back safely,” as you exited their dormitory.
Last to enter and last to leave, you passed her, then Amajiki, who seemed to grab the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Did you do that?” It was light, so maybe you were just imagining it… But you could swear—
“Uhm,” he refused to meet your eyes, but that was okay, because he was so much cuter when he couldn’t function properly. “Our conversation, you said… You wanted to finish it later.”
“Oh, right!” Your eyes widened and your mouth fell into a deep grin. “So, can I have your number then?”
His breath caught, loud enough for you to hear it, and beside him, Hado coughed into her hand and looked away, as if trying and failing to pretend she wasn’t listening. You didn't care if she was or not, though, because you had no reason to be embarrassed.
“Is that a no?”
“Sainoji, come on!”
“Coming!” You shouted back, “Sorry for being so forward.” You smiled awkwardly, bowing before spinning around on your heels.
“Wait,” he reached out again, and when you faced him for the second time tonight, he had his phone inclined toward you, number pad open.
Tamaki couldn’t believe what was happening. Why she was so interested in him, he had no idea, but he knew questioning people like her about things like that would get him nowhere. It was the same thing with Nejire and Mirio. There was a little difference with this first year, though. She was harder to understand. Harder to predict. Mirio and Nejire were confusing sometimes, but eventually Tamaki could usually follow their logic. Sainoji's logic seemed to exist entirely inside her own head. She seemed to be acting only on her own agenda, like Mr. Aizawa had said, a wild card…
Maybe that was why he was drawn to her.
“Just because.”
Tamaki blinked, mouth dropping slightly open. He wanted to ask what she meant, but he didn’t have to. It was like she could read his mind or something. Oh no—that wasn’t her quirk was it? Quick—think of something—anything!
Was that why she had sought him out that first day he’d showed up at her class? Back then, was she able to read his thoughts? Had she heard him say how scary standing in front of all her classmates was? And now she knew his greatest weakness!
“Amajiki?” She tilted her head and some hair fell into her eyes. “Don’t overthink it.”
But how was he not supposed to overthink things like this? People didn’t talk to him. Girls didn’t talk to him—certainly not underclassmen—but this girl…
“I wanted to talk to you…” she shrugged like it was nothing, “Just because I felt like it.” And when his eyebrows furrowed, her grin finally slipped free. “‘How is she reading my mind?’ That’s what you’re thinking right?” A laugh this time, “I can see it in your eyes… ‘See?’ That’s what you’re thinking now.”
He looked away, face burning up. How was she so good at that? How did people normally handle her?
“So, that's my answer.” She stepped backwards toward the door and for some reason Tamaki wanted to follow. “Just because.”
