Tamaki x Dom!Male reader Oneshots

3-"House Wife"

Hi so,,,,, don't know where I'm going with this,,,, I saw a meme with "house wife and house husband" mentioned so I wanted to go with that lmao enjoy
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He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. The heavy sleeper he called his boyfriend still cuddled into the blankets and pillows. Tamaki stood from the bed, grabbing warm, soft clothing before going to the bathroom.

The night's activities left Amajiki a little sore, but nothing hot water couldn't fix, right? He made a mental checklist of what to do. Shower, make breakfast, wake (M/N) up, shower him with kisses, and request a back rub before their duties as pro heroes begun.

(M/N) yawned, his (e/c) eyes wandering the room before he dozed off again noting his little spoon had left his side of the bed. Which, in all honestly, was most of it. You never could have expected Tamaki would be such a bed-hog when you first moved into your apartment with him, but you wouldn't change it for anything. You snuggled back into the covers, deciding to rest a little more.

Tamaki dried his hair with a fluffy, fresh towel, (M/N)'s slightly too (big/small) sweat pants cling to his hips for dear life. He took note of the light bruises on his hips (M/N)'s hands left, placing his own in the (bigger/smaller) prints his lover left. He yawned one last time, hurrying as quietly as possible to the kitchen to make (M/N)'s favorite, with some (favorite tea) (with milk/honey/etc if desired). After living together for almost five months now, he had learned his taste for just about anything.

The smell of (favorite breakfast) lured you out of the comfortable sheets, loose sweats hanging from your hips. You walked up behind your shy boyfriend, hands rested lovingly on the sides of his waist. He jumped before leaning back into your chest, his eyes closing briefly before returning to cooking.

"Go, sit down. I'll bring it to you."

"You sound like a house wife, KiKi~" You purred in his ear, causing a blush to rise in his cheeks and tips of his elvish ears. Although you'd rather serve him, you go sit at the table anyways. Soon, there's a plate of (favorite breakfast) in front of you, with (favorite tea) just how you like it. You smiled, sneaking a glance at your boyfriend. Adorable as always, couldn't go wrong.

Pretty deep violet eyes, silky indigo hair, stunning and soft pale skin.. he was perfect.

Perfect to you, if no one else.

His voice brought you back to reality, a smile pulling at your lips.

"If you're g-gonna call me a h-house w-wi-wife... at least buy me a k-kiss the c-co-cook a-apron..."