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Summary: Tamaki doesn't believe in erogenous zones. You change his mind. 

Includes: suggestiveness, almost smut

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

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Part 1:

You sit on the couch flipping through one of those crappy lifestyle magazines, boredom threatening to pull you under. You flip to the next page. "Erogenous zones". The words are big and bold—electric red splattered on the top of the page. Curious, you skim through. "Erogenous zones are areas of the body that are sensitive to touch and result in heightened sexual arousal when stimulated." The words make you pause. You think about yourself—your stomach, just above your hip bone, comes to mind.

Then, your thoughts wander to Tamaki, sitting across the room with his phone, lost in his own world. Did he have any?

You grin to yourself already untucking your legs from underneath you as you sit up straighter

"Hey, Tamaki". You get his attention easily and he looks up at you, tiredness brushing his features. He hums quietly, prompting you to speak. "You ever heard of erogenous zones"? You see a small eyebrow raise from him but you continue. "They're like these sensitive parts on your body. They feel, like, better than normal I guess". You watch as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Aren't those like- not real? I always thought it was just a placebo. How could it feel that different anyway"? You frown at him.

"What? You really haven't noticed anywhere that feels– I dunno, better"? You peer at him expectantly as he shakes his head.

"I- I don't...think so". He says the statement hesitantly. "It all sounds a little silly...right? Isn't it all just in your head"?

You raise an eyebrow. "You don't think certain parts of your body are more sensitive than others"? You see the thought flash across his mind as his face turns red.

"I don't know, maybe? But it sounds a bit overblown. I mean, how much difference could it really make"? You grin a little, sensing his discomfort.

"So you really don't have any...special spots"? You bite your lip, leaning forward to catch his reaction.

He flushes, hand going to the back of his neck, clearly unsure of how to respond. "N-no... I mean– I've never really thought about it".

"Well, maybe you should", you reply with a wink, feeling a bit victorious about his discomfort as the determination to prove this to him starts nagging at you.

Part 2:

A few weeks had passed since your conversation, and Tamaki hadn't made any move to revive it. So you did.

As the two of you sat curled up on the couch watching a movie, the same curious feeling began to bubble up inside of you. You snuggled further into Tamaki, trying to force your attention onto the screen. But Tamaki was so warm, and you were practically vibrating with energy. You felt the way your heartbeat sped up in your chest, the way your fingers twitched with the need to touch him. You chastised yourself for being like this but decided that one kiss wouldn't hurt.

Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to Tamaki's neck, right beneath his ear. The reaction was immediate—an obvious shiver rolled through his body.

"W-what are you doing"? Tamaki asked, clearly a little surprised at his reaction. You stifled a laugh.

"Did that feel good, Tamaki"? Your hot breath fanned against his neck, making him squirm slightly.

"Y-yeah, b-but...the movie"? His eyes darted to the screen as if this was the most pressing dilemma he'd faced in a while. It's a Star Wars movie, to be fair, you thought he might have said.

"What about the movie"? you teased, brushing your lips against the same spot. "You smell good".

"Y/n", he breathed, his voice tentative and already losing the battle to resist.

"Come on, Tama. Lie down. Let me find those spots". Your smooth voice coaxed him, and he felt his resolve waning.

"I-I don't have any", he protested, but he didn't pull away.

"Well, I just want to see for myself", you murmured. "Is that so wrong"? He met your eyes, looking a little lost but undeniably into how you were acting.

You tilted your head, meeting his wide, uncertain gaze. Something in your expression convinced him, and with a grumble, he lay back.

"You're gonna be disappointed", he warned.

"You're gonna be surprised", you countered.

You let the movie play in the background as your fingertips grazed the hem of his shirt. His breath hitched.

"Relax, Tama. Just trust me", you said, pushing his shirt up a bit. Your fingers trailed up his stomach to a place just beneath his ribs.

The moment your fingers brushed over that spot, his breathing stuttered, and his body tensed. You paused at the reaction.

"Tamaki"? you asked, your voice soft but playful. "What was that"?

"I-I don't know", he stammered, but his red face and shaky breath told a different story.

Your fingers ran over the same spot, and to your delight, he let out a gorgeous, breathy noise that made your heart race.

"S-shit", he whispered, his voice strained. "That felt—different". He exhaled shakily, clearly trying to ground himself.

You stayed quiet, a smirk on your face as your hand moved downward once more. You carefully traced your fingers along his waist, feeling him flinch slightly. You paused, giving him time to adjust before continuing.

Your fingers hovered near his hips, just above his waistband. The moment your fingers brushed the sensitive skin there, his back arched slightly, and a low sound escaped his lips.

"That's two", you noted. Tamaki's breath was coming quicker now, and he clenched his fists at his sides, clearly trying to suppress a reaction.

Your fingertips traced over the same place again as you watched his face. He looked at you like you'd done something to him. And maybe you had.

"Does that feel good"? you asked when his lips parted slightly at the contact.

"It feels—ngh—weird", he admitted, his voice cracking.

You hummed, pressing a slow kiss to his lips as you tugged down his pants. He gasped into your mouth, his hand twining in your hair.

You were not oblivious to the way he tried to take your focus away from the mission. Too bad you were dead set on proving him wrong.

As his mouth pressed hotly against yours, you trailed a hand up his leg, your touch grazing a sensitive spot on his inner thigh. The second you touched him there, he moaned—a sweet, shaky sound that made heat pool in your stomach.

You grinned. Tamaki's face was flushed, his breath erratic as his eyes searched yours with a mix of confusion and desire.

"You're doing so well", you said softly, your voice more seductive as you shifted closer. "Just a little more, okay"? you purred, your lips revisiting that place under his ribs, eliciting a shaky whimper from his mouth.

Tamaki's head tilted back like he couldn't believe this was real.

His chest rose and fell quickly, and you could tell he was struggling to control himself.

"I-I didn't think it would—ah—feel like this", he managed, his words punctuated by another whimper when you returned to the sensitive spots you'd discovered.

"I told you", was all you replied, your fingers shifting over his waist to find the spot that had made him arch. And find it, you did.

"Nghnn~" The sound Tamaki let out, accompanied by the way his face pinked with embarrassment and arousal, was enough to have you smiling.

"So", you asked with a teasing lilt, "do you admit I was right"? Your fingers abused the spot, watching the way your boyfriend fought to stay coherent.

"Yes—" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "You were right".