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[pretend-im-not-here-8d]

FEED ME

“Can you put it in my hand?”

He asked, unable to turn his head away from the food sizzling on the pan. His hand was reached out towards her as she stood an arms length beside him, looking at his face that he couldn’t bother to return his gaze to. She looked around, her brain trying to come up with whatever the hell the ‘it’ he needed in his hand was. It didn’t help that his fingers so impatiently twitched.

He was so focused on cooking that he couldn’t even bother to tell her what he needed. So it’s not like he could blame her when he felt something soft but firm press into his palm. The touch felt so unexpected that he turned his once locked head, only to meet her eyes with her chin resting in his palm.

And just like that, he was falling in love all over again. The way her doe eyes just gazed up at him, so innocent and confused. Her brows were raised, like she was asking if this was what he wanted. Her. And, well— it wasn’t before, but it is now.

He couldn’t help but feel his breath get heavier the longer he stared. Then he suddenly could only focus on her. Until the smoke reached his nose. One quick turn, and he was struggling to rush back to his track. Both his hands shuffled back to position as he cursed and turned down the fire.

“Oh, shit! Love, get the sugar, please? The sugar.”

“O-Oh! You could’ve just said that.”

Her voice brightened as he finally clarified what he wanted. She quickly took one step back, snatched the salt from a cabinet, closing it and returned with what he wanted— for the moment.

“Thank you, love.”

The food tasted burnt that day. Even when she’d take a bite and make the effort to throughly chew it and swallow.

“It tastes perfect, as usual, hubby.”

She’s so cute that he was almost convinced. But all he needed to do was sink his teeth in and then wrinkle his face in disgust. He sighs lowly and grabs the plate of burnt food, making sure to scrape the charcoal off her plate before he goes to dump it in the trash. She whined.

“W-Wait! I was still eating it!”

He came back a little breathless with his sigh, reaching for his chair as he scolded her.

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. That thing was burnt into crispy, dry charcoal, love. It isn’t good for your sweet, little tummy, so be good for me and eat the rest of your food, alright?”

She pouted, her lips pressing in a tight line before relenting and bending back down to nom on her food.

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She rolled to her side, facing him after she heard the polite growl of someone’s stomach. She murmured croakily.

“Hubby… You still hungry..? Do you want me to order something?”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m not that hungry.”

Then another polite growl tickled the silence. She scooted closer to him, hugging her soft body into his side. He turned his face towards her and immediately recognized his mistake. Her eyes were round and soft, the light reflecting from the moon glowed in her eyes. What else was there other than her adorable eyes? That pout of concern that tugged his heart. He sighed in resignation and cupped under her jaw again, her cheeks squishing a little.

“God, you’re just so cute, love. I’ll find something to eat, but as long as you promise you won’t complain.”

“Huh..? Why would I complain?”

“Promise?”

She sighed softly but nuzzled into his neck affectionately. “Alright. Promise.”

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Just like she promised. She didn’t complain. Well— she couldn’t. Too busy moaning and sobbing under him. His muscular arms curled under her thighs, locking them wide open as he tongue fucked her pulsating, weeping pussy with the hunger of a starved lion.

The End ♥︎