**NOTE** EXCITING NEWS: I made this into it's own book thing so you can go read it there. Imma keep posting the parts here as well (for now).
This does reference/go chronologically with part 27 (Desire), part 28 (Desire part 2), part 29 (Desire part 3), part 30 (Desire part 4), part 31 (Desire part 5) AND part 32 (Desire part 6) and you will definitely be confused about the plot if you don't read those first.
This chapter DOES contain smut.
requested in response to "desire" + "desire part 2" + "desire part 3" + "desire part 4" + "desire part 5" + "desire part 6" (Yes, I'm going to keep doing this)
Word count: 1786
Not an established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki
Summary: Tamaki is mad at you but you're not having ANY of it. Things ensue
Includes: smut/angst/banter
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Crumpled up in the wad of bills the red-head gave you is a tiny slip of paper. It's his phone number, signed "Kirishima" in cursive.
"What the fuck", you whisper under your breath, the other dancers around you continuing to mind their own business as you freak out. This has never happened before. Clients are satisfied but never smitten. Although something tells you that this Kirishima guy isn't trying to take you out to dinner.
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"Hey y/n what's this"? It's the end of the day and Vicky is helping you clean up your vanity when she comes across the slip.
"Oh- one of the clients gave me their number". You reach out to take it.
"Was it that guy with the red hair"? She hands it over reluctantly and you nod suspiciously.
"How'd you know"?
"I dunno. I saw you dancing and he just looked- y'know into it". She nudges your shoulder with a wink.
"He's just competing. He's Tamaki's friend".
"Hmm", she muses, "loverboy number two. Very interesting".
You glare at her. "I'm not gonna use the number obviously". You put the slip into your bag.
"Yeah 'obviously'". She mocks you, a mischievous look on her face. You ignore her.
Stepping outside the club into the dark night, you see Tamaki standing near his car. He's leaning against it in his usual outfit just kind of staring into the darkness. And then he's staring at you.
Tamaki is here.
You walk up to him hesitantly. "What're you doing here"? Your tone is blunt, making it abundantly clear that you expect him to answer you and not tease. He does neither.
"What're you doing giving dances to my friends"? His voice is accusatory as if he's caught you in the wrong. You step back slightly, offended.
"You mean doing my job"? You're incredulous. What right does he have to be pissy at you about doing your fucking job? You guys aren't even dating!
"I mean taking his fucking number". Tamaki is no longer leaning against the car, instead standing up straight as his eyes bore into yours. Gone is the flustered boy in the club. Apparently when he's not aroused, he's very intense.
"I didn't even know he gave it to me"! You're almost yelling, in near disbelief at his accusatory gaze. "I'm not going to use it. And even if I did it's none of your damn business Tamaki"! You jam your finger at him.
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