Tamaki Amajiki oneshots

Working Hard

WC: 5,444

"Let me get you off, please".

Summary: Tamaki is busy; you're needy. He snaps at you, so you make him pay for it. A little bit of teasing and immaturity later, everyone gets exactly what they want.

Includes: smut/teasing

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

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"Hey". A sweet voice like that rarely ends well for Tamaki. The sound of his own writing stills on the page. He shifts the paper to the side of his desk and contemplates looking up at the doorway through which he knows you are standing.

Before he decides that, yes, he will afford you a glance, he plays a five-second guessing game with himself. The two questions to answer: what are you wearing? And, what do you want?

His answers: matching pajama set, black silk, and...for him to come to bed. He looks up.

Wrong.

He looks down at his desk again and slides the paper back in front of him. He bites the end of his pen as your stare settles over him.

"You like"? Your voice drifts to him, soft and innocent. Although, do you really expect any response other than 'yes, love, you look stunning' from him?

His color guess was spot on. The matching set idea is also right. Pajamas...? Not so much. You're wearing a black silk robe over a set Tamaki remembers you begging him to buy you for your birthday. You'd worn it before. You'd...taken it off in front of him before. You'd done a couple of things in it before that he was recalling at this very moment.

The report in front of him is supposed to be emailed by morning. It's twelve A.M.

Tamaki swallows. He clears his throat. He can do this. He can just explain the deadline. He'll just explain calmly that this work needs to get done, no matter how much he wants— he hears the floor creak.

You've stepped into the room now. Tamaki's eyes are tracing your legs.

He can almost feel your pout. Tamaki finally gathers the courage to look at you, his indigo eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. You're coming up behind him like it's no big deal. Like this is your normal routine, your normal clothes.

Your hands settle on his shoulders, and you look over at his papers as you work your thumbs into his trapezius. Tamaki blinks slowly. He shifts the paper gently. Sets the pen down. Maybe he's correct about that second guess of his. Maybe you just came to say goodnight to him.

"Tamaki", you lean down, your lips brush his ear as you whisper. Tamaki's facing forward, trying to regulate his breathing.

"I want you now". Your voice is breathy like you've crafted it to be deadly. Tamaki's heart skips a beat. Or three. That last word leaves little room for negotiation. Breathe Tamaki. Breathe.

This work is important. You'll understand. That's what he tells himself. But who will tell all that blood rushing south?

"Uh- y/n I- can't right now. I really need to finish this. Today". He looks up at you, expectantly. His face almost reads 'okay, I've told you, now go away'.

It's not beneath you to beg when you get desperate. You pout. Your hands slide from his shoulders down to the top of his pectorals.

"Too much work and no play makes Tamaki a dull boy", you quote, voice still lilting. Tamaki laughs a little.

"Sorry, baby. I really can't". Tamaki thinks that'll be it. He has stood his ground despite every fiber of his being wanting to carry you bridal style to the master bedroom and have his way with you.