Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Caught

WC: 3,013

"Smut"? You look at him. He covers his face. "My god, you really are filthy".

Summary: **NOTE** This story is a request:  You catch Tamaki reading a Pro hero!Y/N x Pro hero! Tamaki smut fanfic. 

Includes: smut, feral!Tamaki

established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, Pro-hero!Y/NXPro-hero!Tamaki, aged up

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Tamaki was a reader through and through. A nerd, if you will. He always had his nose in a paperback, and if he was on his phone? You best believe it was the Kindle app. Most of the time, you would ask him curiously what he was reading. If only to get him to start rambling about the plot and his ideas. It was adorable.

This morning, he was on his phone reading Albert Camus. So, as you walk into the room that evening, you have your heart set on hearing what he thinks about The Stranger. You lean against the door frame, watching his eyes skim over his phone, as he leans back against the headboard. His hair is falling into his eyes, face tired from a long day of pro-hero-badassing, but he still has pink in his cheeks. You study him quietly, your legs aching from your own day of pro-hero-badassing. But you don't lie down just yet.

You watch him pause mid-swipe, go back. You watch him bite his lip. He's so absorbed, he doesn't know you're watching him. You sigh, gaining his attention with the soft sound of air. His eyes shoot up, startled. You laugh, not noticing the way his phone nearly slips from his grip.

"Whatcha reading"? You pad over to your side of the bed as he stammers.

"N-nothing...uh- Camus". You quirk an eyebrow. Ok, that was weird. You pause, hand stilling where you're pulling back the duvet on your side of the bed.

"Nothing"? Your eyes bore into his as you resume your motions, slumping into the mattress and turning to see his response.

"N-no... not nothing. It's- what I was reading this morning". Sure honey.

You squint at him. Suddenly, sleeping could wait. "Okay", you start, untrusting. "What are your thoughts"? Tamaki looks at the phone in his hand. The screen is darkened as if he'd purposely set the brightness to the lowest setting. You follow his gaze.

"I t-think-" he glances from you to the phone, and you let out a soft giggle.

"Liar", you whisper. His face goes red.

"W-what! N-no– I'm not- why would I be l-lying"!? His grip on his phone tightens. You just look at him with a soft smile as he stumbles over his words. You know him. He'd never lie about something serious.

"Cause it's something you're... embarrassed about"? You prompt, raising an eyebrow and rolling towards him to rest your chin on his chest. You look up at him as you feel his heart speed up.

"I-I-" he can't form a sentence. You bite your lip.

"Something forbidden?... Something dirty"? You gasp in mock surprise. Tamaki's red face gets redder. You smirk. There's no use denying it. He knows that. He knows that.

"I- I don't know wha-"

"Let me see it, Tamaki". You bat your eyelashes like you're asking for last night's homework. His mouth clamps shut. He shakes his head.

"Come on... show me the part where they swim at the beach", you say, fingers tapping at his chest, a thin white t-shirt the only divider between your skin and his.