Desire

Part 11 - blow me

**NOTE** This chapter DOES contain smut

WC: 2178

Summary: Tamaki visits you at work to ask a question. Then he gets lucky. 

Includes: smut/teensy angst

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"Private room request for Karma", Mike raps on the dressing room door. You sigh, fixing your hair and making your way to the door. The day after the 'gala article' and you still feel a bit sour about the whole Nejire thing. And Vicky isn't here today which makes everything even worse.

You scowl at your makeup in a mirror as you walk past it. Your eyes are lined with deep purple eyeliner to match your purple lingerie. It's lacy and cute and very very revealing. You open the door and step out to greet Mike. He gives you the spiel and then leads you down the hall. You hesitate outside the door for a second, wondering what rando is in there today and what show you'll have to put on. You sigh, pushing the door open, breath stopping for a second when you see Tamaki sitting on the red plush sofa.

"Oh". You walk closer to him. "You- what- came here for a dance"? You eye him uneasily and he stands up. You take a step back, not in the mood for an argument.

"No. I mean- I'm not turning one down but- no. I-I came here to ask you a question". He takes your hands in his.

"Okay". You relax, feeling the softness of his hands in yours. You look up at him.

"Will you be my girlfriend"? His face is red, eyes suddenly unable to meet yours. You blink at him, slightly untrusting, largely giddy. He's really asking? You nod before you've even really processed the request.

"Yes", you breathe out the syllable. "Yes Tamaki- I'll be your girlfriend". You can't stop yourself from hugging him, hands springing out to wrap around him, pulling him close. He lets out a sharp exhale and a relieved laugh, hugging you back. Your cheek presses against his chest and you can feel his heart racing under his shirt. You smile to yourself, hands running along his back.

Tamaki's head is spinning. He knows he should've asked sooner but- by god- he was nervous. You made him so nervous. And now, right now, with your pretty purple lingerie, he can already feel his nerves jumping. He hugs you back, trying to ignore how nice you feel pressed against him.

You pull away with a suggestive smile, pushing Tamaki to sit back on the couch.

"I wanna give you that dance", you say coyly, running your fingertips along his shoulders. He shivers.
"Mmm I'd like that". Tamaki spreads his legs a little wider. "So- my girlfriend's a stripper", he muses and you laugh a little.

"You like that"? You card your fingers through his messy hair, rolling your body. He nods.

"Mhm very much so". His pupils dilate as you kneel in front of him. "S' so different from my friends", he murmurs, watching you as you drag your wandering hands down his chest and thighs.

"How so"? You rub your fingers over the crotch of his pants and he grunts.

"Y/n", he hisses, eyes flicking to the camera. You giggle, watching him squirm a bit before saying; "How's it different, Tamaki"? He looks confused, trying to remember the conversation you were just having.

"J-just, they all date- like- um... other heroes and stuff". He moans a little when you palm him over his slacks. You freeze for a second.

"Oh I see. The commoners aren't good enough", you muse and Tamaki actually glares at you.
"That's- ohh~ that's no-t what I said". His voice comes out uneven as you start groping him with a little bit more purpose.