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Quirky Curiosity

Tamaki Amajiki x Fem! Reader

Warnings: minors dni | 18+/smut [sex, tentacle sex, praise, creampie] and fluff ♡ All characters are written as adults

Word Count: 4.7 K

Tamaki will never forget the first time he saw you.

It was a hazy Monday morning, and as soon as he stepped through the doors of the Fat Gum Agency, his boss had called his name, waving him over so the two of you could introduce yourselves.

“Amajiki!, this is (y/n)! She’s the new receptionist. Say hello to her,” Fat Gum smiled, placing one of his large hands on Tamaki’s shoulder to gently nudge him towards you.

“Uh, hello…it’s nice to meet you.” With a shaky voice, and a slight nod of his head, the pro-hero greeted you. “I’m Amajiki Tamaki or…Suneater. But, you can call me whatever.” As he stumbled over his words, he tried his best to keep eye contact, feeling the tips of his ears grow warm when he saw you smile at him.

“Hello, It’s nice to meet you too.” you gave a light bow as you introduced yourself, catching the endearing expression on his face before Fat Gum stepped forward, apologizing before cutting in.

“Sorry to pull him away so soon, but it seems like Suneater and I have some business to take care of. We’ll see ya later! Have a great day!”

As Tamaki was halted away by the BMI hero — listening to him go on about a change-up in the day’s patrol routes, he couldn’t stop himself from turning around to sneak another glance at you. If you had caught him looking, he was sure it would have been embarrassing, but fortunately, you were distracted, organizing a folder full of paperwork that sat on your desk.

You were the prettiest girl he had ever laid his eyes on, and each day when he walked into work, your appearance and delightful greetings of, “Good morning, Suneater,” would never fail to make his face bloom with shyness.

He tried to deny his feelings at first, hoping that in doing so, he would begin to feel less nervous around you, but that proved to be more difficult than he thought. Because every time he would do so much as look at you — or even hear the muffled sound of your voice from down the hall, Tamaki felt as if he had just been shot with Cupid’s golden tipped arrow.

And some weeks later, following a night spent in his apartment with two of his closest friends — spurring him on with words of encouragement. Nejire and Mirio finally convinced him to go for it, to ask you out before someone else did.

He went to sleep anxious that night, tossing and turning as he thought about what to say to you the next day. He even practiced a few lines, repeating the words to himself as he pictured you standing before him, smiling as you accepted his invitation to a nearby cafe.

Eventually, when he felt as if he had done enough worrying, he slowly drifted off to sleep, only to wake up groaning to the sound of his alarm blaring in the morning.

“Ugh, great…” he wearily sighed as he got out of bed, slightly disappointed at the fact that he had not woken up cured of his anxieties.

Still, he knew that Mirio and Nejire would be incredibly disappointed in him if he didn’t go through, and he would not only be letting them down, but in the long run, he’d probably be letting himself down too.

So with his palms feeling clammy, Tamaki went on with his morning routine, trying his best not to focus on the daring act he had planned on doing when he walked into the agency that morning.

And yet, despite his nerves, he had done it.

Even when his voice shook, face growing warm with embarrassment as he spoke, he kept on and successfully asked you out for lunch.

With a glimmering smile, you accepted. Nodding your head while you silently squealed to yourself, excited that the charmingly cute pro-hero you had been crushing on had actually invited you out.

Initially, he felt like the date would end up as nothing but an awkward memory he would find himself looking back on one day, but he was wrong.

Lunch went on without a hitch. You were surprisingly easy to talk to, and after a while, he found himself growing comfortable around you, especially after he found out the two of you had quite a similar interest in hobbies.

Asking you out to lunch that day was one of the best choices he had ever made. It led to you and him turning it into a routine, and soon enough, you were calling the timid Suneater your boyfriend. With you in his life, Tamaki had never been happier.

And a year later, his love for you had only increased. He would do anything for you if it resulted in seeing you happy.

“You have such pretty hands Tama,” you compliment your boyfriend as you hold his hand in yours, running your thumb across his skin and up the length of his slim fingers.

“But, your cuticles are looking kind of dry,” you pout as you hold his hand. “You know, that’s how you get hangnails.” With a raised brow, you peer at him, expression playful while he looks at you in dismay.

Tamaki has a bad habit of picking at his nails and the skin surrounding them at times — especially when he is anxious. But over the past few months, you have been trying to help him break the habit; by keeping his skin moisturized and less tempting to pick.

“Well, can’t you like, fix them or something? With that flower oil stuff you use?”

“You mean cuticle oil?” you chuckle as you keep hold of your boyfriend's hand. “Yeah, that’ll help keep your hands looking nice and pretty. Wanna go get it for me?”

He stares at you, noticing the pleading look in your eyes as he sighs. “Yeah, I’ll go get it for you. Where is it?”

“Umm, It should be on the dresser. If not, then check the bedside drawer. I might have put it in there.”

Tamaki nods while he listens to your directions, remembering where to look before he sets off towards the bedroom.

Once in your room, he begins his search for the cuticle oil, eyeing the array of beauty products on your dresser only to find that the familiar flower oil you have used on him before is nowhere in sight. It seems like the next place to look should be the small drawer beside your bed. Although, if unable to find it, he'll just have to return to you empty-handed and ask you to find it instead.

“Let’s see…” he murmurs to himself as he pulls open the drawer, hoping to see the small bottle of oil sitting right where you said it would be, but instead, he sees nothing but floral washi tape and animal-themed stationery. He shuffles a few papers around, trying to see if maybe the cuticle oil has been buried beneath them, but it's to no avail.

Still, the depth of the drawer has yet to be explored, so he reaches a hand inside, moving it around until his fingers meet something else.

Thinking it could be the cuticle oil, he pulls the object out, only to regret his decision as soon as he realizes what he is holding.

There, in his hands, lay a slightly curved, crystalline pink dildo — in the ever familiar shape of a tentacle.

Oh, god.

Tamaki can already feel his entire face heating up the more he studies the intimate object. He should just put it back, shut the drawer, and pretend like he never found it. But he can’t because, in all honesty, he’s intrigued.

He ghosts his fingers down the length of the toy, observing the details in the design as he swallows. Perverse thoughts of you using the faux tentacle flashing through his mind.

You are aware of his quirk, right? He wonders as the image of you using the toy alternates into a more erotic fantasy.

Now, instead of picturing the stiff tentacle toy plunging in between your legs, he imagines what it might be like if, instead, the tentacle was real — an extension of himself stroking your insides, holding you down as you whimper out for more, more, more.

“Tamaki! Did you find—”

Cut off by a shocking gasp, his entire body begins to shake, eyes wide and unknowing of what to do with the sex toy that lay clutched in his hand as he frantically stumbles over his words.

“W-what are you? I thought maybe I- I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

He looks completely mortified, hastily placing the tentacle back into the drawer as he continues to panic.

You can practically feel the embarrassment wash over you, but no matter how flushed you are from the awkward situation. There’s still no way you feel as bad as he does. So, in an attempt to not make him feel any worse, you try your best to remain calm.

“It’s fine.” you close your eyes and breathe a deep sigh.

“But, look!” You gesture towards the drawer. “There’s that cuticle oil.” With a nervous chuckle, you grab the clear bottle from inside the drawer and turn to walk away, leaving the situation behind you without another word — hoping to have Tamaki follow.

He hadn't expected such a passive reaction from you; however, he's grateful. And eventually, after some deep breaths to calm himself, he makes his way back into the living room to sit down beside you. Where, with his hand placed in yours, you begin to apply the scented oil all around his cuticles.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Besides, he would have found out about that toy eventually. It just happened to be sooner rather than later.

For the rest of the day, the two of you don’t speak a word about Tamaki’s findings, and the night goes on well.

So well, that once in the bedroom, you end up seated in your boyfriend’s lap, teasing his lips with your tongue as the two of you topple over in a kiss, giggling as his hands hold on to your waist. You lean down to attack his neck, nibbling on his sensitive skin in an attempt to hear his sweet whimpers.

But Tamaki is holding back, and as much as he’s trying to hide it, you know something is on his mind — something is distracting him, you can tell.

“Are you alright, Tama?” you ask, looking down at your boyfriend as you prop yourself up. “Do you wanna go to sleep instead?”

“No. No, I'm not even that tired yet.” He shakes his head. “But, I…”

“What’s wrong?” you question him again, an expression of worry on your face as you notice a faint blush developing across his cheeks.

His hands begin to tremble — and you immediately notice, taking hold of them to help soothe him. Squeezing your hands, he looks up at you and nervously smiles. Contemplating if asking you his next question is even worth the potential embarrassment.

“When…” he looks to the side as his voice shakes. “When was the last time you used that...toy?”

A question like that is the last thing you expect, and your face heats up as you hesitate a response.

“Oh well, not that long ago." you peek over at him. "Maybe, last week when I was alone and, you know…” You trail on with a slight shrug of the shoulders.

The room stays silent before you continue.

“Why do you ask?" you swallow, keeping your eyes on him as he stares off to the side.

He grips your hands further, tightening his hold as he begins to speak, voice shaky but determined to ask if you would be willing to try the one thing he just can’t get off his mind tonight.

“Because I'm not trying to embarrass you but, I just, well…"

You can do this, Tamaki.

"What if I gave you the real thing?” He shuts his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat as he mutters his potentially regrettable words.

Yet again, another unexpected question catches you off guard, but this time instead of your face, it is your core that pulses with warmth. Filling your entire body with a sensual desire as you let out a faint whimper.

Your lack of response makes him anxious, but when he opens his eyes and peeks up at you, seeing you light up in excitement as you nod your head in agreement. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

“Okay,” you hush. “Let’s try it out.”

“Really?” His wide-eyed gaze meets you as you bite your lip and smile, grinding against his lap before you begin to kiss, letting your actions speak for you.

Maybe stumbling across your little sex toy wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. Because truth be told, Tamaki has thought of using his quirk on you before, but he never wanted to bring it up because he was too afraid that you would be entirely grossed out by him, labeling him a weirdo for wanting to attempt such a thing.

But in reality, every time you use that tentacle dildo, your shy boyfriend is always the one you envision, using his quirk to manifest a pink wriggling tendril that has you creaming all over him.

The two of you had desires of the same thing all along and didn't even know it. Well, until now, that is.

Amid your handsy makeout session, you begin to undress each other, tossing your clothing towards the end of the bed until the two of you are left only in your underwear.

"Tamaki,” you say your lover’s name as you pull back from a kiss, feeling the length of his fingers that will soon be transformed into tentacles digging into the flesh of your ass. He looks towards you, a playful smirk gracing his lips as you struggle to keep your breathing steady.

“I’ve always been curious about the use of your quirk in the bedroom. And I know how it works but, have you even eaten anything to manifest tentacles right now?”

Your demeanor when you question him is all too cute. Your eyes filled with curiosity as you ask something that seems so innocent — you even appear to become shy for a second.

“Takoyaki is a pretty standard part of my diet, and I have the habit of eating it even if I don't plan on using my quirk. So, I may have snuck a few into my system earlier.”

So, he planned ahead?

“Well, then, it sounds like someone was prepared for tonight,” you tease, grinding on your boyfriend’s lap as you kiss his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin upon your lips.

His eyes flutter at the contact, gasping as his fingers slip into your panties. “Yeah, well… it feels like you’re pretty prepared too,” he slides his fingers past your folds, feeling the sticky slick gathered at your entrance.

“You’re all nice and wet for me,” he mutters.

Your lips part as you pull back, trading in your kisses for a heavy whimper. Usually, Tamaki always has such a shy demeanor, but when just the two of you are together, half-naked and in the heat of the moment, it’s easier for him to become more daring with his words. Because with a sexy little minx of a girlfriend like you — pulling him into a state of pure lust — he just can't resist.

"Mmm, that's right, just for you, Tama. No one else, ever."

Who is he kidding? When you say things like that, you pull him into a state of pure love too. This man is infatuated with you.

His fingers continue stroking you, preparing you for what lay ahead until you're aching, humping his hand as your thighs squeeze together.

“How should we do this?” you whisper, removing your mouth from his skin; eyeing the purple marks you have suckled onto his broad chest.

“Uhh…” Tamaki swallows, unavoidable nerves returning as the two of you prepare to explore the use of his quirk for reasons other than hero work. “I can hold you… if you want? Just lay your back against my chest."

“Okay…” you hush, nodding your head as you shift, turning around to let yourself rest on the well-defined muscles of his upper body.

“Are you comfortable?” he slides his hands down to cup your breasts, brushing the tips of his fingers across your nipples, feeling the way they harden underneath his touch.

“Uh-huh,” you answer while peering up at him. “I love you.”

He smiles, stomach fluttering from the ethereal expression in your eyes. “I love you too. Are you ready?”

You give another nod, permitting him to continue as he tilts your chin and leans in for a kiss, holding you close as he begins to transform his fingers before you, turning his once skin-toned fingers in sleek, dark pink tentacles.

They slither across your skin, feeling you up until one, in particular, meets the waistband of your panties. Wrapping itself around the lacy material, it begins to tug, pulling at them until they drop down your thighs. With your help, Tamaki is able to remove them, tossing them off to the floor as your soaking center is exposed.

“Oh!” a breath hitches in your throat as you feel the tentacle slide across your slit. Prodding at your entrance before another wraps around your thigh, spreading your legs.

You have to admit, the feeling of tentacles sliding around your body is a bit strange, and for a moment, you question why something that others may find so odd has the ability to turn you on like this. But then you remember, it’s not just the tentacles. It’s also the person that they’re attached to that has you feeling this way.

“You okay?” Tamaki mutters, slowing down his movements to check up on you.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Keep going."

"Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?" He places a gentle kiss on your temple before he continues. Watching the way your body reacts as he begins to move his tentacled fingers around you once again.

They're long and flexible, with little suction cups decorating them that stick to your skin, stimulating every place they can reach. It takes a while to get used to them but Tamaki gives you time. Slowly exploring your body and wrapping the thin-tipped appendages around your hardening nipples until your chest is heaving.

With the added stimulation, your hips begin to move, core clenching as you grow hot with need, inner thighs clinging together with slickness.

Once satisfied with your pleading moans, Tamaki gives your breasts one final squeeze before he glides a single tentacle down to your clit, circling it with the gentlest of touches as he coos sweet phrases into your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this."

His voice is soft, matching his movements as he continues to praise you.

"So sexy too, letting me do as I please with this pretty pussy,"

He adds a bit of pressure.

"Pretty little pussy that only I get to fuck."

With those words, he eases the slick tendril within you, relishing in your cries of pleasure as you take every inch. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, and he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the girth before he begins to move, sliding the pink tentacle in and out of your squelching cunt with ease.

"Oh, my god!” you gasp, brows furrowing.

“Tamaki, please... fuck me harder.”

Your legs spread further, and with your boyfriend’s hand on one of your thighs, he firmly holds you in place, increasing his speed as he fucks you, curling the tip of his tentacle to hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your moans become non-stop, circling your hips as you watch yourself get fucked, cursing when you notice the appendage within you pull out halfway, coated in a sheen of white.

“Yeah, you’re taking it so well...huh,” He breathes — without a sole pause in his motions.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes, feels so fuckin' good!” you whine, high-pitched squeaks slipping past your lips as another tentacle finds your clit, suction-cupped tip curling around the sensitive nub until you can feel yourself pulsing from each suckle. It feels better than you ever imagined, like pure sexual bliss, warmth filling you from your head to your toes as your walls begin clamping down on the appendage within you.

With a crushing kiss, he swallows up your moans as you throw your head back against him. White-hot pleasure coursing through and filling your body with an earth stuttering sensation that has your hands gripping onto his forearms, babbling out a string of obscenities as you cum.

Your trembling body and keening cries have your boyfriend entranced, dick throbbing as he watches you come undone. Achingly hard to have your sloppy hole swallowing him up as he fills you with his seed.

Because while the tentacles must have felt good for you, for Tamaki, nothing can compare to the feeling of him inside of you. Your body moving against his while he grabs you by the hips, burying his length within your warm walls that pull him in as you beg for more.

“You look so pretty when you cum,” he whispers, lips brushing against your slick skin as you come down from your high.

“And you made such a mess of these tentacles didn't you?" He stares down as he pulls the appendages from you, eyeing the way they glisten with your arousal as he slowly transforms them back to his regular fingers.

“But, now I wanna feel you… feel you all over my cock now.” Tamaki trails a hand up your body, grabbing at your tits before he gently wraps his fingers around your neck — being sure not to add any unnecessary pressure as he asks for your approval to continue.

"Can you do that for me?"

“Of course,” You hush, ardently nodding your head, prepared to be stuffed full yet again.

"Perfect...get on your back for me then." Your boyfriend eases his body out from under you as you slip away to lie beside him instead. With your legs bent at the knee, he removes his underwear to reveal his stiff erection. Flushed tip glistening with pre-cum as it slaps against his lower abs.

His toned, sweat-slicked muscles flex as he strokes himself, gazing down at your body while he adjusts his legs to sit before you.

“God damn, you are so fucking beautiful." Words of admiration flow from his lips like honey, causing your knees to grow weak as you spread your legs even further, sweet cunt now in full view while you giggle.

"Really?" you speak low as you bite your lip, brushing the tips of your fingers across your stomach.

“Yeah, really. Sometimes, I can't even believe you're all mine.” The apples of his cheeks bloom as he gives you a timid smirk, sitting back on his knees while he grabs you by the hips.

“Sorry, I just can't resist.”

Only Tamaki would apologize before lifting your lower body until it meets his mouth, flattening his tongue as he licks from your hole to your clit, humming from your heavenly taste. His impromptu actions have you dizzy, thighs closing around his head as you tug on his dark hair.

“Tama! I can't…” you hiss, pushing him away as you try your best to keep from reaching your peak too soon.

Oh, right, there’s only so much you can take after your first orgasm, and as much as he enjoys lapping at your folds and eating you out, he only wants you cumming on his cock for your next one.

“Sorry,” he repeats an apology as he pulls back, nose nudging your clit while soft indigo locks tickle your smooth skin.

The two of you share a laugh as he sets you back down, allowing you a second to relax before he readjusts himself, sliding between your legs as the fingers on his left hand transform once again.

The sleek tentacles aid in holding you in place, legs bent at the knees and spread as Tamaki wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping his length from above. He lays a few smacks against your clit, swollen head hitting your tender nub as you jolt at the contact. Your chest heaving from the array of sensations on your body as he takes the opportunity to guide himself towards your entrance.

He pushes in slow, stretching you out until he is fully sheathed within you, muttering out a quiet curse as your heat envelops him.

“Oh…yes,” you whimper, eyes fluttering closed while he stays in place, letting you adjust before you shift your hips, signaling for him to move.

He starts at a languid pace, dragging along your walls until just the tip remains inside, placing a hand on your hip as your needy pussy pulls him in for more. Not ready to let go of him yet.

"Mmph feels too good. Love your cock more than anything." Your jaw goes slack, head tilting back in a moan as Tamaki plunges into you harsher this time, quickening the speed of his hips as he finds a rhythm.

With each push, the head of his cock hits the delectably sensitive spot inside of you that has your back arching. Body curling in sensual gratification as he grips your skin, holding you down while he guides his slick tentacles to wrap around your thigh and slither towards your supple tits.

He tries to hold back his moans, but the view of you lying beneath him —head thrown back while your hands grip the sheets, body wrapped in tentacles tightening around your waist — is more than enough to have him feeling shameless, depraved sounds of lust falling from his lips as he groans. Your voices mix, keening together as you work each other towards release.

While Tamaki continues to thrust, skin slapping against yours, he maintains control of his quirk and uses the appendages to his advantage. Trailing one down to your puffy clit, flicking the tip around the enlarged nub until, on the verge of another orgasm, your eyes begin to water.

You try to cry out his name — let him know how good everything feels, but every attempt results in a lecherous moan falling from your throat instead.

“F-fuck. M’gonna cum,” he warns, pushing into one final time before he snaps, stilling his hips as you begin to clench around him.

“Yes, ahh, such a good fucking pussy.”

In the end, his uncouth words are what finally push you past the edge. The tone of his voice sets a fire in the pit of your stomach as a flood of warmth fills your insides, toes curling as you drain him, squeezing around his thick shaft for every single drop of cum he has to offer.

He groans as you take it, hearts in his eyes as his entire being fills with a sense of pride. Knowing that it’s because of him, you look this way — body slick with sweat, and thighs still twitching until he pulls out, a droplet of white leaking from your pulsing cunt.

Eventually, after he has taken the time to admire you, Tamaki removes himself from between your legs, allowing them to finally close. Knees rubbing together as he drags his way up to kiss you, placing your hand on his jaw as you slip your tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss before he draws back.

"You know," you begin. "I've always thought your quirk was cool, but now I like it even more."

He chuckles as you gaze up at him, shaking his head at your suggestive comment. "You're too much sometimes..." he smiles as you join in on the laughter, watching the way the corners of your eyes crease before he turns to stand, grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor.

“By the way," you roll over to lay on your stomach. "Couldn’t you have just manifested a tentacle...down there or something?” You point your finger towards his lower body, smirking as you watch his eyes widen.

“I mean, I guess," he mutters, cheeks flushed as he stares down at himself — imagining the way a wriggling tentacle would look placed between his legs. "I... didn’t even think of that, honestly."

“It’s okay." your eyes trail a path down his body, biting your lip as they reach his sex.

"We can try that next time."

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A/N: I just can’t write Tamaki smut without mentioning that he is absolutely in love with the reader (/ω＼) I hope this was a good one! It took me so long to write, but I’m happy that I finally did it. If you enjoyed this piece, let me know. Positive comments keep me going!

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