Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Spiderman

WC: 815

"You know how Mary-Jane kisses Peter Parker"?

Summary: you kiss Tamaki as he hangs upside down, and derail his workout a bit.

If you don't get the reference: https://www.youtube.com/watchv=j3rMEPWZxtg
Start from: 1:20

Includes: nsfw

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

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Hanging sit-ups were your favorite. Not to do but to watch. Specifically, when Tamaki was the one doing them. He was just so fucking good at it. And it didn't hurt that he had his shirt off, too.

You lay underneath him, his legs hooked on the bar as he hung downwards. You had decided to watch from this angle—so close that when he came down each rep, you could see the sweat glistening on his face.

You could tell he was red from more than the exercise, and you hoped you were the reason why. He grunted as he pulled himself up, abs tensing with effort as he attempted to keep his breathing even. You grinned.

"Amazing, sweetie", you said supportively, gazing up at him. He let out a noise— half struggle, half amusement.

Then, to give some semblance of personal fitness, you began to do sit-ups. You planted your feet firmly, and sat up. Your face was mere inches from his. You smirked and went back down. Tamaki just stared. His knees hurt vaguely, but now all he could think about was you.

"Is that really- t-the best place to do that"? He questioned, voice thin. You just hummed the affirmative. He grunted and then heaved himself up again. And down.

You sat up, abs flexing with effort. Tamaki was hanging, staring as blood rushed to his face. You smirked, meeting his eye. He pretended he wasn't ogling you and began to raise himself again but you stopped him. Settling both palms on either side of his face, you stilled him. Fuck, he's so pretty like this.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you ask, "You know how Mary-Jane kisses Peter Parker"? Tamaki's face gets redder.

"Yeah". His voice is hoarse. "Spiderman", he says under his breath.

"Exactly", you murmur, pushing the damp hair away from his forehead. Tamaki's lips part almost instantly, and you suppress a giggle.
"Can I kiss you like that"? You inch your face closer to his. He attempts a nod.

"Y-yes", comes his breathless reply.

"It's more accurate if you can't see", you whisper, bringing a hand to cover his eyes. And before he can protest, you're pressing your lips against his. He lets out a gasp, legs threatening to slip over the bar. You grin into his mouth as your fingers thread through his hair. He kisses back eagerly, letting you nibble on his bottom lip as your tongue invades his mouth.

His legs and core burn with more than just physical exhaustion. He's giddy. He's weak.

He wants to drop off the bar and take you right there, almost as much as he wants this kiss to last forever. He can't see you, can't touch, but, god, the taste of your lips on his could keep him hanging here for an eternity. He feels you tilt your head and kiss him harder. A moan slips from his lips, reverberating through your mouths. You giggle and pull away, lips slick, pupils wide.

"Good"? You ask, admiring the sweat running down his torso. Tamaki doesn't answer—doesn't look like he could even if he wanted. You bite your lip.

It takes less than a second. Tamaki sees your teeth buried in your lower lip, and he doesn't care how lightheaded he feels. He drops down to the floor and is on top of you in an instant, mouth against yours, hot and persistent. You let out a noise of surprise that he swallows happily. His fingers slide into your hair, resting against your skull, holding you. He feels so good against you, hot skin like a cocoon around you.

Your back is pressed against the mats of the gym when you realize where this is headed. You pull away with a laugh, and Tamaki's head falls to your chest, half in embarrassment, half in defeat. You hold him tenderly as you catch your breath, carding your fingers through his hair.

"Getting carried away, huh"? You whisper, teasing.

"You started it". He pouts.

"You're the one not wearing a shirt", you point out, and he frowns.

"You're the one who covered my eyes and made out with me", he retorts.

"It takes two", you say, a glint in your eyes as you shrug. Tamaki just stares at you, eyes dilated, face flushed.

"I know what else takes two", he murmurs under his breath. You gasp.

"Tamaki! You dirty, dirty boy". He just scrunches his nose as you admonish him.

"Come on", he says, already getting up. "I've got another workout planned for us". He gives you that lopsided smile of his. You grab his outstretched hand as he helps you get up.

"Who are you and what have you done with my shy boyfriend"? You smile, unreasonably elated by the way your hand fits so nicely in his.

"I dunno, should we check in the bedroom for him"?

You gawk.