Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Uninhibited

WC: 1701

"Not so shy now, huh?"

Summary: You get Tamaki, your co-worker, to dance with you at a club. 

Includes: suggestiveness, so much tension

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

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"So how many drinks do you think it'll take Tamaki to dance"? Your elbow rests on the bar as you look at Mirio. He glances at Tamaki staring blankly ahead down the bar and laughs. You frown.

"Apparently more than two. He looks traumatized". Mirio sips his own drink as you slide your gaze over to your indigo-haired coworker. "You wanna see him dance"? Mirio recaptures your attention with his question. You look at him, a faint blush flushing your cheeks.

"Yeah, Mirio. I do", you assert, sipping your drink. Mirio raises one eyebrow at your confident answer.

"You're crushing hard", he accuses, a smug smile painting his features. You shake your head slightly.

"I'm just... curious, let's say", you shrug.

"Let's say", Mirio echoes, glancing over your shoulder—Tamaki's hovering. You turn to face the tall boy, making out the indigo of his eyes even in the dark room. The music pulses around you so Tamaki bends to speak to you, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.

"It's really loud in here". He states the obvious. You nod.

"Do you wanna go dance"? You ask, glaring at Mirio when he gives you a look. Tamaki looks immediately uncomfortable.

"I- um...dancing's not really... my thing", he manages, looking past you at Mirio, presumably for help. You just laugh, your hand going to Tamaki's bicep.

"Maybe after a couple of shots"? You wave the bartender over and ask for six shots.

"Are you sure this is a good idea"? Tamaki hesitates when you slide the clear liquid in front of him.

"Absolutely", you say, throwing your head back and downing your shot as Mirio does the same. Tamaki follows suit, making a face as he swallows the sharp liquid.

"Watch out for Tamaki, he's a lightweight", Mirio jokes. You watch Tamaki flush.

"I am not", Tamaki retorts, quick to deny. You gesture to the second shot and Tamaki grabs it and knocks it back within seconds. You whistle and Mirio winks at you. Tamaki coughs as you grin at him. The drinks hit him fast, the room feeling much softer all of a sudden. It's a calming sensation.

Tamaki looks pretty in this light you think to yourself as you drink your second shot. He's looking around, two hands resting on the bar, slender fingers tapping on the wood to the beat of the bass line.

"Come on, guys, let's go dance". You grab Tamaki and Mirio's hands, pulling them with you. Tamaki stumbles and a word of protest falls from his lips. But he goes with you anyway.

"I- I can't dance, Y/n", he says once you guys have made it to the middle, bodies surrounding you.

"Don't worry Tama, just feel the music". You don't even realize you've used his nickname. Tamaki's mind short circuits when you call him that, his heart beating faster. He doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you but he also doesn't want to disappoint you. If he makes a fool of himself in front of Mirio he'll never live down the teasing. He glances at you, the colleague he's spent many a hangout with Mirio talking about. Mirio calls the boy obsessed but Tamaki thinks that's too harsh of a word. He just... enjoys your company. A lot. Enough to attempt dancing.