Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Sweatpants

WC: 636

Summary: You confront Tamaki about his choice of clothing.

Includes: suggestiveness

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

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"You wearin' those out"? You eye Tamaki up and down as he shrugs on his coat, the motion making the hem of his sweatshirt ride up slightly.

"Um...yeah"? He looks down at his gray sweats quizzically and then back at you to check if you two are looking at the same thing. You stare at him, looking at the way the sweats sit low on his hips and the way you can see his outline under the thin material.

Did he even bother wearing boxers? You pause.
"You might want to wear something...thicker". Your eyes flick up to his face. "Unless...you want people to stare", you drag out the sentence, watching his face immediately go red.

He glances down, frantically pulling his sweatshirt lower to conceal himself.
"What? I— No, I don't—" he stammers hands fidgeting. "I wasn't trying to—"

"Uh huh", you interrupt. He just looks on helplessly as you walk closer to him. "But it's okay if I stare. Right"? Your voice drops with a sultry sweetness that has Tamaki stumbling back a step, one hand nervously gripping the strap of his bag as the other fiddles with his coat zipper.

"You can— I mean— that's not what I— it's just sweats", he finishes with a huff. You giggle at his flushed expression.

"It's a whole goddamn show is what it is", you mutter.

"I can- go change". He jerks a thumb towards the bedroom door but he says the sentence like a question. Permission.

You shake your head, stepping closer with a shy smile. "You're not getting out of it that easy". His eyes widen.

"So...you want me to wear this"? His face is permanently pinked. You nod.

"Oh, absolutely. Wanna watch you squirm under all the stares", you add, noting the way Tamaki's hands get shoved deeper into his pockets at the statement. He swallows hard, a faint smirk tugging on his lips.
"Pretty sure the only one staring is you", he mumbles. Your grin widens and you tilt your head, letting your eyes drop deliberately to his hips again before flicking back up to meet his gaze.

"And what if I am"? You bite your bottom lip and peer up at him through your lashes. His lips part like he's searching for a comeback but instead, he ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "Then...I guess I'm not changing", he mumbles, his words barely above a whisper.

"Good. Cause I'm not done looking". You crowd his space while he looks at you, eyes uncertain with a hint of amusement.

"You're terrible", he murmurs but doesn't move away. You can practically feel the heat radiating off of him.

"You're provoking me". You poke his chest and he lets out a gentle exhale.

"They're just pants", he says calmly.

"To me, you may as well be naked", you reply, hand settling on his waist as you push three fingers under the elastic band. His gaze darts briefly to the place where your hand is making contact with his warm skin, breath stalling in his throat.

"It's really— not that bad". But still, he's blushing.

"Not bad at all. Eye-catching really. You get hard in these no one will be able to look away", you whisper, fingers pressing harder into his skin. His jaw tightens, something heated flashing in his eyes.

"Why- why would I..." he chokes out the words.

"You like the attention"? Your fingers rub circles against his hip. He turns his head slightly to avoid looking you in the eyes.

"They're just sweats, bunny", he repeats desperately.

"Just remember I'm the only one who gets to look". You tap his chest, withdrawing your hand swiftly from his pants, letting the elastic band slap lightly against his skin. He swallows. Nods.

"Fine by me", he articulates, looking at you sincerely.