aggressive househusband drabbles (ง •̀_•́)ง
the idea of a brash, foul-mouthed guy who falls in love with a gentle soul, but still maintains his vulgarness even as he chooses to be the stay-at-home partner is so funny to me idk
fluff, nsfw at end, sub top male reader, lots of cursing, yandere undertones
cooking for you... (*｀▽´)_旦~~
it's a somewhat peaceful day. which is rare, as the house is usually filled with impassioned yells courtesy of your husband. you're engrossed in the mountain load of work to get through in the study, and he's just about to head out for groceries. as he opens the fridge to check for a shortage of vegetables, he sees something that makes his blood boil.
soon enough, the peace is disrupted by a furious yell, calling out your name so loud you swore the neighbours three roads down could hear.
"GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW."
jolted out of your working state, you meekly made your way downstairs, a little worried at what he was mad at this time. it was always something small though, that could easily be solved by a kiss on the cheek. the second you reach the kitchen, your husband thrusts a box you've never seen before into your hands, still cold to the touch from being in the fridge since the start of the day. an accusing finger is prodded straight into your chest.
"you fucking idiot. you didn't eat the lunch i prepared for you?!"
oh. that was it. now that you think about it, he did off-handedly mention it this morning before you set off for work. you must've forgotten to take it on your way out. oops.
"don't tell me you've been starving since morning. i'll kill you."
you truly had been too swamped with work today to think about eating. not wanting to confirm his suspicions, you kept silent, and placed a placating hand on his own. knowing him, he'd probably strap you to a chair and force feed you until he was satisfied. unfortunately, your silence aggravated him even more, he swatted your hand away angrily and looked away, arms folded. he looked like a child throwing a tantrum. it was kinda cute.
"so you have a fucking problem with my cooking, huh?!"
"i don't care, i'm making one for you to bring to work everyday. ungrateful ass....."
getting you to say you love him... ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡
the two of you laid on your shared bed, his head on your chest, basking in the familiar, comfortable silence. it was something he'd learnt to enjoy over the years; your non-existent need to fill the silence at all times. quite the stark contrast to his own.
he brought his hand up to the light, admiring the way his wedding ring glinted in the light. unconsciously, he took your hand in his own, basking in the subtle way your rings matched. he was suddenly overcome with a wave of affection, looking up at you adoringly. mind buried in a book, you barely noticed his actions.
"i love you so much. we'll be together forever. right? right?"
"mmmmm." was the half-hearted reply you gave, not even really registering what he said.
that set him off. swatting the book out of your hands, he gripped your shirt and dragged you upwards so that he was straddling your lap. the intensity of his gaze was hard to ignore.
"you little piece of shit. here i am, professing my undying love for you, and you're ignoring me?!"
"sorry, sorry. i love you too, dear." you knew just what to do to appease him. it was almost a habit, at this point... a tender kiss pressed to his cheek, accompanied by gentle strokes of his hair. it felt like you were the knight in those fairytales trying to calm the dragon down.
"i better not have to remind you again..." he murmured contentedly under his breath, as he laid back down and snuggled deeper against your chest. he was so dramatic sometimes.
"where the FUCK are you?!"
you have to hold the phone away from your ear, to prevent permanent ear damage. you can barely form a coherent sentence, struggling to answer the phone even after it incessantly rang from multiple missed calls. it's 1 am, and most of your coworkers were already slumped over at the table, or drunkenly hailing rides back home. you weren't even sure why you agreed to come to the company event, loud social gatherings weren't really your thing either. plus, you were a lightweight, evident from your red cheeks and the way you swayed back and forth even while sitting down, woozy.
"office event..... ummmm... yeah..... forgot..... to tell ya...." words slurring, you try your best to soothe your husband's worries, but hardly to any effect. quite the opposite, really.
"WHAT? are you drunk right now? damn it, i know you are. thank god you left your location on. just stay there, i'll come pick you up."
"what? no need.... i'll just.... get a cab home..... or something..."
"don't even move, or i'll make you regret it. dumbass."
true enough, within the next half an hour, a black motorcycle rips its way down the street, loudly announcing its arrival in front of the bar. a large figure quickly hops off it and storms into the bar, muttering curses under his breath. to any of your drunken coworkers, a mysterious, intimidating man suddenly heading in their direction would have them fearing for their lives, but to you, it was a familiar sight. without an explanation, he hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carries you out of the bar. perhaps the most memorable moment of the night were the looks of sheer confusion your coworkers gave you as you were carried out by a scary-looking man, chiding you harshly, though there was no real malice behind his words.
"you idiot. you know damn well you can't drink! look at me having to took care of you. again."
"we haven't had sex in a while, y'know." he lay scrunched up next to you in the sofa, burly body barely fitting. "if you don't want to do it, just say so. don't be a fucking pussy."
despite his hostile words, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but thinly veiled desperation. he was someone who was used to getting his way, no matter how forcefully, but it was different with you.
"i've just been so busy lately, sorry... we can do it now, if you'd like?"
for some reason, that seemed to annoy him even more. "don't just say shit to appease me! there's no point in doing it if you don't want to." he grumbled.
"i admit, i'm not really in the mood right now... but i'm not opposed to you getting me into it."
oh, he never backed down from a challenge. smirking, he positioned himself onto your lap, sensually removing his shirt, as if performing a private show. with calculated precision, he grinded against your crotch, knowing exactly where your weak spots were. scars from all his past fights were littered all over the broad expanse of his back. no matter how many times you had seen him without clothing, it never failed to turn you on. gently tracing his scars, you gently whispered in his ear, "you look so, so beautiful, dear. how lucky i am to have you."
at your voice, he felt a shiver run through his entire body. leave it to you to still be so romantic even in such charged moments. he didn't want to wait any longer. "okay, enough with this sappy shit. you're hard already, so stick it in."
"already? you don't want me to prep you?" your tone turned worried. it had been a while since the last time. then again, you didn't really know what he got up to when he was alone at home, craving your warmth...
"you think i'm afraid of some pain?" he scoffed, hands already moving to strip you of your pants. the second your cock sprung out, he aligned it with his puckering hole, looking back to give you one final hungry look. "i won't hold back."
"wait- i just have one request. face me. i want to see you."
he paused. turning his body around so that you were face to face, the passion in his eyes were met with nothing but the adoration in yours. he placed his hands on your shoulders, in a motion to steady himself. "you're too damn soft." he murmured, before plunging all the way down.
"fuuuuuuck yeah." he groaned, feeling you buried at the hilt. you held him in an intimate embrace, whining intelligible sounds of pleasure into his ear. the fullness was obscene, stretching him in a way that bordered on pain, yet he bore it without complaint.
he started to move, setting a brutal pace. he was already heavy, so to have his weight slamming continuously against your lap was something you could barely handle. "ah, dear, please- please go slower-"
"shut up." he hissed. "complaining but you're fucking rock hard, throbbing inside me. pick a damn side...."
"please... please control yourself.... i have work tomorrow....."
"FUCK work! i'm horny! and you're moaning too, so shut up. don't pretend you don't like me riding you like this."
"i do, just- just-" you looked into his eyes, imploring for mercy. his hands gripped your shoulders so tight as he continued bouncing up and down, they were sure to leave a bruise later.
he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. he looked down at you, smirking. each squeeze of his walls was a reminder that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. he was the only one who could protect you from this cruel world, he was the only one whose insides memorised the shape of you.
"say i'm the only one for you. say you'll never leave me."
"i- i love you." you choked out, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. "you're the only for me. always."
he patted your head. "good boy."
you were in for a long night.
