Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Bragging Rights

WC: 1522

"Is his dick magical?"

Summary: Locker room talk lets Tamaki in on his friends' sex-life struggles. He realizes how good he has it with you even if you tease him a little. 

Includes: nsfw/fluff?

established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, aged-up,

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Tamaki generally avoided locker room talk. He liked to do his stuff and get out of there as fast as possible. He didn't like the humid air, the vulgar talk, the teasing, the naked bodies. It all felt claustrophobic. Like a joke, he wasn't in on.

It's not that he wasn't friends with these guys. He was. Just not here. Something about the locker room made his friends a little too willing to talk about things that caused Tamaki to go red. And Tamaki going red, was cause for friendly teasing. Friendly teasing which Tamaki would rather avoid.

But today he got roped in.

"Mina's been faking it", Kirishima's voice floats over to him. He's talking to Bakugo, Sero, and Kaminari, and Tamaki immediately, against his will, knows what about.

"Dude, really?" Sero replies, toweling off his hair. Tamaki hunches over, slipping on his shoes.

"Girls do that shit all the time. Uraraka does it too", Denki starts. "I swear one time she was like- screaming like a banshee–"

"Goddamn Denki–" Sero comments.

"Yeah, no, like for real, it was insane. Like there's no way that's real".

Tamaki grimaces, cheeks heating. This seems weird to overhear. He thinks about you; had you ever faked it for him? No, he would've noticed. You're always so vocal about it feeling good when you're together, Tamaki thinks.

Bakugo scoffs loudly. "She was definitely faking it, bro. If she didn't, then maybe she'd be down for it more often." Denki looks depressed.

"Yeah, I swear my girl's not even into it most of the time", Sero shrugs, like he's trying to make Denki feel better, pulling a tank top over his head. But he just ends up frowning.

"Man, I just don't get it," Kirishima says, sounding frustrated. "Mina's always, like, close, but she never gets there. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong. Is that normal?" He's rummaging in his locker for something as he says it and it's all just a little too casual for Tamaki.

"Nah, girls are just harder. You gotta really commit. It's a good hand workout. Mad boring though", Bakugo adds, patting Kirishima on the back.

Tamaki runs his fingers through his hair, thinking. Faking it? Close but not there? Not into it? You're never like that. You've always been open in your relationship about what you want, always matching Tamaki step for step, a pleasing game of give and take. Hand workout? Sure. But, boring? Not a single moment with you was boring. How could it be?

You, splayed out on his navy blue sheets, moaning out Tamaki's name in that airy voice. The way your hands gripped the sheets as your thighs trembled in his grasp. It was angelic. Hair spilling over his pillowcase as you fought to keep your eyes open so you could look at him longer. Tamaki's face flames as he finishes tying his shoelaces. Never boring.

"Yeah, Kiri, I feel you. Momo always tells me to stop after a bit and I always gotta beg her to y'know– give me something. She's just not as into it as she used to be". Sero's voice is annoyed.

"Hey, Suneater, what about you"? Denki's voice permeates Tamaki's impure thoughts. "Got any complaints about Y/n"? Tamaki jolts, head snapping up.

"Complaints? N-no, me and Y-Y/n are good", he stutters, shoving his dirty clothes in his duffle.