Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Cheater part 3

WC: 1686

Summary: Tamaki is hit with a violent quirk that makes him act angrier than usual and he takes it out on you

Includes: Angst/Smut

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"You know what? Fuck you Tamaki"!

You scream at his face, his eyes darting across yours desperately trying to find a sign that you were lying and that you didn't hate him. That you still loved him. Because you were the one that had messed up so what right did you have to be mad? He was allowed to be. He was allowed to be pissed and angry. But he was supposed to be loved. By you. But he couldn't find much other than anger and what was that-? Sadness? Maybe you were remorseful. He hoped you felt guilty.

"Aren't you going to say anything"?! You shout again and Tamaki's eyes turn dark.

"You bitch". He snarls at you.

"You only think about yourself. Why don't you think about me? About us"!?

"Don't you dare-" your voice catches, "-dare talk about us! You are the one who went out and fucked that boy".

He winces at your words. "For the last time. I didn't have sex with him". He says, voice nearly a whisper.

"So you're a liar too". You seethe, voice dripping with disgust, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Oh y/n you can't have already forgotten that you cheated on me first". He smiles grimly, his condescending tone hitting you like a slap on your face. It stings. But it's true.

"We were only having a bit of fun". Your voice is the quiet one now.

"Yeah? And what were we doing y/n"!? He accuses harshly, stepping closer to you, his indigo hair flopping into eyes as he towers above you.

"When we went on picnics, and kissed. When you told me I was the only one for you"? He spits the words at you as he reminisces (if you can even call it that). But you can hear sadness in his tone as you growl under your breath.

He continues. "We were just 'having a bit of fun'"?! He mocks, eyes stone cold and daring. "Then I was having a bit of fun too". He shrugs, backing away from your body pushed against the cold wall. He seems satisfied with using your logic against you.

If only you had kept your mouth shut and your legs closed this never would've happened you rage at yourself. Before Tamaki can turn and walk away you lean forward and strike your hand across his pale cheek. His eyes darken in an instant, capturing your teary expression as a crimson blotch blooms on his cheek but he doesn't move an inch. You think maybe he'll hit you back but he knows better than to get in a hissy fit with you. You glare at him, eyebrows low, fingers curling into fists.

"You deserved that". Your voice wobbles and you bring your hand against his face again. This time he whimpers softly, eyes squeezing shut.

"You filthy boy. You like this", you realize as his eyes open slowly to look at yours. They no longer had the same cold stare. More pained now. More desperate.

"You like-" you pause, slapping his red cheek again, "to be slapped". You're practically laughing in his face as he brings a hand up from where it hangs by his side to soothe the stinging on his face.

"No", he says shortly, lips closing in a thin line.

"Stop y/n", he whispers. You can tell, though, that he doesn't want you to stop. You bring your hand down on his face again.

"Please", he whimpers.

"Please what"? you demand.

"Please y/n", he whimpers again, his legs shaking.