Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Seven Minutes in Heaven

WC: 1716

Summary: At a party, you and Tamaki are fortunate enough to be shoved in a closet together for seven minutes. A lot can happen in seven minutes.

Includes: nsfw

F/M, NOT an established relationship, readerXtamaki

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"We don't have to do anything y'know", you say quietly, reaching out in the dark to take, what you hope is, Tamaki's hand.

"Y-yeah. I know", he stutters out nervously.

You had been crammed into a small closet with Tamaki because of a little party game called seven minutes in heaven. A little booze in both of your systems had gotten you to agree to the silly game. And a little more booze had gotten you into this closet with Tamaki. Your crush. But he didn't need to know that!

Tamaki's hand is warm in yours and you resist the urge to soothe him by running a thumb across the back of his knuckles. If you knew anything about the indigo-haired boy it was that little touches made him nervous as fuck.

"What will we tell them"? His shaky words snap you out of your thoughts.

"We can just- tell them we made out", you mumble, already imagining all the squealing from your friends and the blushing from Tamaki.

"Made out"? His voice is inquisitive and, even though you can't really see his face, you know he has one eyebrow raised slightly.

"Yes". You slump against the wall, wishing you knew how much time was left in this claustrophobic room.

"What is that"? Tamaki's timid voice stirs something inside of you that's quickly overrun with surprise.

"You don't know what making out is"? You turn to look at him, or at least what you think is him.

"I- I uh- I guess... not"? His hand pulls away from yours, probably to be shoved into his pockets or something to calm himself.

"It's just kissing. For a long time though". You smile to yourself. Of course innocent little Tamaki, eighteen years of age, doesn't know what making out is.

"Oh". His voice is small and soft. "Can I tell you something y/n"?

"Of course". You straighten up, eager to make conversation. Yes, okay, you're a little head over heels for the boy but who can blame you? He's just so cute and pretty and smart and strong and about a million other things you'll never be able to mention to him.

"I haven't had my first kiss yet", Tamaki whispers into the open air between you two, hair falling to cover his eyes.

You startle. It kind of makes sense because he's so shy but it's also mind- blowing that no one's ever made a move on him.

"Wait? You've seriously never been kissed before"? You're incredulous. Tamaki groans.

"Ugh- don't a-act so surprised- look at me"!

You grab his arm. "I am looking at you Tamaki and I still can't believe you've never been kissed". He doesn't pull away from your grasp this time, only sucking in a sharp breath.

"Well I'm not in a rush to get it done so it's alright". Tamaki sighs. You know that's a lie. Tamaki wants to be kissed.

"I could- kiss you. I-If you wanted". You quickly back track so it doesn't seem like you're forcing him. You can practically feel the blush that blooms on his cheeks following your proposition.

"I- uh..." he stutters and trails off, wringing his hands.

"Sorry! That was stupid. Obviously you want your first kiss to be with someone you like", you ramble, not noticing the way he hadn't explicitly turned you down.