Oh my gosh I hope I made it in time. Can I have Tamaki being confessed to by his crush? I really love lipstick kisses so please include lots of smooches. Just lots of fluff and Tamaki covered in kiss marks. Please and thank you!
This request is so cute!! I don’t like wearing lipstick but I’ll gladly put some on just to smooch elf boy. (ﾉ´>ω<`)ﾉ
I was actually already working on a personal fic for Tamaki with a similar idea (Tamaki confesses instead of the reader), so I combined it with your request. I hope that’s alright!!
– Mod Katsuki
“U-uhm…”
A coy smile quickly adorned your lips upon hearing your favorite voice. You nimbly spun on your heel and looked up at the trembling elvish boy, curiosity peaking upon noticing his prominent flush.
“Tama! What’s up, darling?”
His blush only grew upon hearing those pet names. You think he’d be used to it by now since you’ve been friends for over a year, not that you particularly mind his slow comfort levels – seeing Tamaki continually flustered only added to his already insurmountable cuteness.
With a hesitant gulp and increasingly rattling heart, he suddenly placed a small folded paper in your hands. You eyed the parchment curiously before glancing up at him. You wanted to ask what the paper was for, but Tamaki was already busy analyzing the grooves in the linoleum floor. With a curious hum and curt nod, you eagerly unfolded the paper – well, until Tamaki had a change of heart and tried to snatch it back.
“W-Wait! Please don’t look it…”
Emphasis on tried. You effortlessly twirled out of his grasp, causing him to fall flat on his face. As much as it hurt seeing him injure himself, you were incredibly curious – Tamaki has never been so straight-forward as to hand you a handwritten note; usually he awkwardly stands next to you as you discussed anime together (albeit sometimes one-sidedly) and told him silly jokes.
Tamaki mentally collected himself and groaned from his newfound position on the floor. His attempt to get up was stopped short when you decidedly plopped down on his back. You quickly chastised and shushed the boy upon hearing his surprised scream.
“Shh, Tama! My best friend just gave me a handwritten note – it’s only polite to read it.”
You grinned down at the boy, who had now taken to burying his considerably warm face in his hands. The tips of his pointy ears were flushed, perhaps from the position you’d forced him into. At least he’d get a better view of the floor he was so desperately interested in. With a mischievous chuckle, you unfolded the note to find six words printed in beautiful, practiced calligraphy.
You are my sun and stars.
A surprised trill left your lips and fell on Tamaki’s worried ears, making the already-nervous boy to freak out some more. Were you upset? Did you hate it? And most importantly, why did Mirio and Nejire force him to confess in such an embarrassing way? When he took up calligraphy as a means to help with his anxiety, he didn’t mean for this to happen.
“Tama…did you write this?”
Your shocked voice pulled him from his quickly devolving thoughts. Tamaki instinctively twiddled his thumbs, heart furiously racing to muster up any sort of courage. This was such a bad idea. He really wished he had Mirio’s quirk because all he wanted to do right now was disappear into the floor and cease to exist.
“Y-yes…”
A few silent moments passed before a weight was lifted off his back. Before he could process what was happening, you’d already hoisted him from the ground and squeezed him into a tight embrace.
“I-I-wha-u-uhm–”
Tamaki’s mind was reeling to make sense of the last few moment’s events, but to no avail. You hugged him all the time – without his permission, but he always enjoyed it nonetheless – so why was this any different?
“Tamaki, you’re so adorable!!”
Before he could begin to formulate a sentence, a pair of ruby red lips smothered his face in a flurry of quick kisses. Pecks upon pecks littered his face, leaping from both cheeks to his nose, forehead, temples, and finally landing on his lips. His obsidian eyes widened as yours fluttered closed, your yearning hands entangling themselves in his soft hair. You pushed his head closer to yours, allowing your tongue free reign of his open mouth. By the time he came to his senses enough to reciprocate and timidly poke his tongue past his lips, your were already pulling away for air, leaving him looking like a dead fish – eyes wide, mouth open, and tongue still peeking out.
You were planning to stop your onslaught of kisses, but his adorable state only made you shove your body against his trembling frame once again and envelop the sweet boy in equally sweet kisses. You stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his slightly clammy neck. Surprisingly, Tamaki was a bit less shy and a bit more prepared this time because he nervously clamped his hands around your waist and gently pulled your body closer.
You sighed contentedly into the kiss before detaching your lips from his and breathlessly attaching them to every soft surface on his warm face, crafting a trail of butterfly kisses and lipstick marks. Each smooch coaxed increasingly louder whimpers from Tamaki before he finally let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. Trembling hands fell on your shoulders and lightly pushed you away, too frazzled and far too embarrassed to continue handling your advances.
Pink lipstick danced around the boy’s face, blending in with his already red countenance. He shrunk into himself, clutching his hands tightly and quickly looking back and forth between the floor and your smiling face. You giggled and patted his head. Planting a final red kiss on his lips before capturing his hands in your own, you finally mused a response to his adorable declaration of love.
“If it wasn’t obvious by now, I like you too, my moon and clouds.”
Later:
“But Tama… could you remind me of your hero name?”
Tamaki tore his eyes away from your hands intertwined with his and tilted his head, brows furrowed and mouth assuming its signature wobble. “…Suneater?”
You nodded curtly towards the poem between your fingers, an impish smile playing upon your lips. “Since I’m your sun, does this mean you want to eat me?”
Nervous hands shot up to shield Tamaki’s red face as incoherent bumbling escaped his mouth. You giggled jovially as he cursed Mirio and Nejire under his breath. Capturing his hot face between your palms, you planted another saccharine kiss on his cheeks and winked.
“If you wanted to eat me that badly, all you had to do was ask, love~”
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