Desire

Part 9 - tied up

**NOTE** This chapter DOES contain smut

WC: 4306

Summary: You go on date number two with Tamaki and finally get him up to your apartment and tied to your bed.

Includes: smut/dom/sub/bondage

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The maybe-date rolls around and you're in front of your closet after a long day of work trying to decide on an appropriate movie-going outfit. Apparently this is a little different than just matching some lingerie colors. You sigh, settling on a long white skirt and a nice sage green tube top. Zipping up some black boots you find buried in your closet, you check the time. You're only a little late and Tamaki said he was coming from work so you suspect there's a decently high chance he'll be late as well. You grab your bag and walk out the door to hail a taxi.

He is late.

"Hi y/n". He's wearing a sage green tie. What a coincidence.

"You're late". You look him up and down and notice him doing the same.

"I know. I'm sorry". He's possibly the most genuine apologizer you've ever met so you grant him a smile which he returns eagerly. What a dork. "You look beautiful", he says, eyes roaming across your body, focusing on some areas more than others. You laugh.

"Thank you. You too sweetheart". As you walk into the building together you add: "I like the tie", tugging on it gently. He blushes.

The movie is awful. So awful it's actually laughable how poorly made it is. Incredulous about how a movie like that even gets produced you start rambling about how you could make a movie better than that as you walk out of the theater. Tamaki is looking at you in a way that can only be described as 'adoringly' but you don't notice, continuing to talk about how you could storm Hollywood with your vast collection of shitty movie ideas and your savviness with the imovie app.

"I would watch any movie you made". Tamaki smiles at you and you turn to look him in the eye.
"That is not true", you snort. He nods.
"I would. Even if it was twice as bad as the one we just saw. I would", he confirms, his hand dropping to lace your fingers together as you walk.

"You're adorable Tamaki. Would you like to come over"? You make the offer almost without even realizing.

"T-to your apartment"? He stutters, suddenly blushing. You roll your eyes.

"Yes, Tamaki. I have something I wanna show you". You rub your thumb in small circles on his hand.

"W-what is it"? You can feel him looking at you curiously but you don't turn your head.

"My bedroom. Yeah, it has this cool thing called a bed in it. I think you would like it", you muse, suppressing the small smile that threatens to ruin your crafted nonchalance. Tamaki's mouth clamps shut. You look at him and he nods quickly.
"Did you forget how to use your words sweetheart"? You eye him with a concerned expression. He shakes his head and opens his mouth. "I-I would like to c-come over. V-very much". It amuses you how easily he flusters and you allow yourself a small, but victorious, smile.

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"Well here it is", you gesture to your bed, looking at Tamaki with a smirk. He's frozen. Or at least that's what it looks like. His eyes are searching your room, looking at your bookshelf, overstuffed with books that, you're embarrassed to admit, you haven't read most of. His eyes scan the plants on your window sill and the bulletin board with sketches and post-it notes stuck to it. You can't guess if he thinks you're cool or deranged.