Desire

Part 5 - phone call

**NOTE** This chapter does not contain smut (sorry !)

WC: 949

Not an established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki

Summary: Tamaki comes upstairs to your apartment.

Includes: mostly plot/conversation/teensy nsfw -- Guys I promise there will be filth SOON (just bear with me)

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Your apartment is neat thank god and you turn on the light switch and put your bag down on the accent table you have in your entryway. Tamaki is watching you.

"Sweetheart, help me take my shoes off". You watch him nod and almost immediately kneel down in front of you. What a sweet boy. He looks so good on his knees for you. His deft hands unclasp your shoe, your foot resting on his bent knee. He slips the heel off your foot and moves onto the next one. You rest a hand on his head, fingers twisting indigo strands between them. Tamaki's blush gives away how he feels about that. He finishes unclasping your other shoe, fingertips brushing your ankle as he slides it off your foot.

"Guess what I'm wearing", you say before he can get up. You tug his hair back slightly so he's looking up at you.

"U-um a dress"? He looks confused but also just the tiniest bit turned on. You roll your eyes.

"No sweetheart. Underneath", you whisper just to see his reaction. He bites the inside of his cheek.
"I- uh- I don't-"

"Indigo lingerie". You let go of his hair and his head falls forward a bit.

Jesus christ. You had been wearing it under your dress this whole evening? Tamaki drew in a sharp breath, trying not to imagine you in that outfit too much. He didn't want to think about what he could do to you in that pretty little thing if you let him. Can't. Or else he'll get way too hard, way too fast.

"You like that"? You reach out a hand and he stands up, towering over you.

"Yes". He breathes out the single syllable like it's actually difficult.

"You know you're allowed to touch now". You look up at him, standing so close your chests are a mere millimeter away from being flush against each other. He smirks.

"How generous", he murmurs, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks. You resist the urge to melt in his hands, sparks lighting up at the place where your skin meets. You go up on your tip-toes, lips so close you can feel his minty breath against your skin.

"Did you have a mint"? You tease and he just smiles in response. He angles his lips towards your and your noses brush slightly. Your heartbeat is thrumming in your fingertips and you reach out to hold his hips.

His phone rings. He ignores it, finally connecting your lips in a searing kiss. It's everything you imagined, maybe even more than you imagined. His lips mold perfectly to yours, his tongue gliding expertly in between your lips, gaining access to your mouth. His phone rings again and you pull away, panting.

"Do you need to get that"? You look up at him, pupils decidedly blown. He looks dazed.

"Yes". His lips say the words but he makes no move to grab the device from his pocket. You smirk at him.

"Go on then", you say, pulling him over to sit on your couch as he fishes his phone from his pocket. As he scans the screen you place yourself on his lap, stringing your hands around his neck.

"What". He picks up the phone, voice a little lower than usual. You start pressing small kisses to his neck, sucking and biting.

"I'm busy right now- can ki-rishima d-deal with it"? He squeezes your thigh in warning, tilting his neck away from your predatory red mouth.

"I've been waiting a month for you to fuck me". You whisper the musing into his ear and you swear the poor boy almost freezes beneath you. His nails dig into your thigh.

"You're fucking joking right"? He hisses into the phone and you sit back on his lap, looking at his face. He seems mad. He also seems horny and sweaty and about a hundred other things that are making your stomach flip around.

He hangs up the call, looking apologetic.

"You have to go", you say, a knowing look on your face. He nods.

"I'm sorry". He puts his hands on your hips, eyes locking on yours. "I had a lovely time tonight". You look away. Is he ditching you or is this real? You're so confused. You want it to be real, you just don't know if you can trust him. Sure he's respectful and funny and hardworking but is he honest? Is he going to break your heart?

"It was about to get even better", you murmur, playing with his tie.

"Y-you know I don't only want you for your body right"? He starts massaging circles on your lower back and ugh it feels so good. You hate that it feels so good.

"That's cute sweetheart". You tug at his tie. He blushes. "You sure have a strong reaction to me". You palm his hardness over his pants and he immediately groans out a profanity.

"Ah please- goddamn". He looks at his discarded phone and then back at you. You get off of him. He stands up slowly, looking uncomfortable. Good.

"Can I call you"? He links your pinkies together and your joined hands hang down by your thigh. Your thigh with those beautiful indigo garters all covered up by your pretty dress.

"Sure sweetheart". You look up at him sweetly, hands running down his chest.

"Oh I have something to return", you scurry over to your bag before he can protest and pull out the hundred dollar bill. He looks like he's about to say something but you shove the bill in the pocket of his pants and pat it gently. "Cause you earned it", you say slyly.