husband dr. ratio x wife readwr
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!nsfw! • fluff • little angst if you squint your eyes • not proofread
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The pancakes are already going cold.
You don’t really care, they’re easy, thats the point. Just something warm to fill the space where a proper meal should be
Its the first quiet morning you’ve had in days
You've been living in the consequences for days now-tight chest, aching head, that awful, buzzing exhaustion that doesn't go away no matter how long you lie still.
You didn’t sleep anyway. So there you were, eating your now cold pancakes
You’re already halfway through your pancakes by the time the door slides open.
“You’re awake” Dr. Ratio spoke, steady, composed…unlike yours, lately.
Your grip tightens slightly around your fork before you relax it.
“couldn’t sleep” you mumble, not looking up.
You can feel it when he notices the plate, your pancakes.
“and this,” Dr. Ratio spoke, “Is your solution?”
You finally glance up. One brow lifts. "Good morning to you too."
Dr. Ratio doesn't react to the tone, of course he doesn't. He steps closer instead, eyes flicking between the plate and your face.
"You've been skipping proper meals all week," he says. "Replacing them with refined sugar is, at best, a temporary distraction."
“They’re pancakes,” you reply, stabbing your fork down a little harder than necessary. “Not a moral failure.”
“I did not say they were,” he counters you immediately. “But the outcome is the same if the patten continues.”
You drop your fork with a soft clink. “Do you ever just talk to me, or is it always a lecture?”
A flicker, brief, almost imperceptible, passes through his expression. "If you interpret concern as a lecture, that may be worth examining."
You close your eyes briefly before averting your eyes, followed by another long sigh
He folds his arms, "You're exhausted. Your sleep cycle is inconsistent. Your eating habits are—"
“Please.” your voice is somewhat sharper, perhaps shaky, even?
“I know that,” you continue. “I know Im tired.”
“Because I don’t have the energy to do everything perfectly right now!” There it is#crashoutqueen. “I just wanted something easy” you spoke, barely above a whisper.
Silence drops between you.
For a second, he looks almost…stuck? confused? whatever…
Then, carefully(barely), a scoff “Easy doesn’t justify negligence” how dare he scoff at you right now…
You push your chair back, standing a little too quickly. “I didn’t need you to correct me this morning.” closing your eyes to avoid sending a dagger of a glare to him.
“Im not correcting you, Im—“
“I just wanted!” You stop. Because saying it out loud feels...stupid. Needy.
He waits anyway. Of course he does. He always wants the full answer.
Your voice drops instead.
“one quiet morning with you.”
You see it this time, the hesitation, the recalibration behind his eyes. But it's too late, the moment's already cracked.
You shake your head, grabbing your plate and turning toward the sink. "Forget it.”
"I don't have time for this," you mutter, grabbing your things.
"That doesn't invalidate the discussion," Dr.
Ratio replies, as composed as ever.
"Avoidance won't resolve—"
"I'm not avoiding anything," you cut in, already halfway to the door. "I'm going to work."
“You’re leaving mid conversation.” He spoke.
Work doesn’t help. Everything feels so off. Too loud, slow…Too much.
Underneath it all, the same thought kept circling
I just wanted you with me in a quiet morning
You ignored all the messages. All of them
Is this the start of how it all ends?
When you come home, it’s late.
The apartment is dim, quiet in that deliberate way that tells you he’s there.
You see him in the living room, a book open in hand.
You just hum. Queue the silent treatment! (˶˃𐃷˂˶)
closing the book in his hand, he averts all his attention to you. “We should finish our discussion earlier.” He spoke
“Im tired” ignoring him completely
Your door closes before he can finish
“doctor” he thought to himself. now, of course, he took pride in the titles he earned, but somehow hearing it coming from you sounded so foreign to him…so distant.
The silence stretches. A full day, you had completely ignored you dear, darling of a husband for a whole day. Short answers. No eye contact. Conversations reduces to necessity.
You don’t miss the way it unsettles him.
Next morning, you were greeted with a familiar scent…sweet?
You hesitate in the kitchen doorway.
Veritas is cooking! #lethimcook with his sleeves rolled up, muscular body on display, just for you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself
Reminded with the argument you had the other day with him, you frown, choosing to deliberately ignore him again.
He had noticed you the moment you sat on the counter. He slides a cup of coffee your way, followed by a plate of pancakes!
“These are composed with oats,” he says, not quite looking at you yet. “The nutritional value should be of adequate standard that supports good health.” “Do tell if you would like me to alter anything that would suit to your liking.” Feeling proud of his work, there is a handsome smile plastered in his oh so handsome face
You take a bite. They’re good, so good. Of course they are.
“They’re fine,” you say quietly, not cold, no warmth either. You only eat half…
He notices. He obviously would.
“I have to get ready,” you murmur, standing. “Im going to shower.”
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with your eyes closed. Feeling the calming warmth of the water and steam in the air.
The door opens. ugh what now…you think to yourself
“What do you want, Doctor?” you spoke, with your eyes closed, refusing to look at him.
“That again” he thinks to himself
“You’re still upset. I shall take that as a problem I have yet to solve,” he spoke
You exhale slowly, “If you’re here to bother me, leave me be.” You stretch your legs out, turning your back to him, resting your arms on the rim to lay your head down.
“My dear, you’ve gone a day without acknowledging me. Humor me a little, I wish to not prolong the absence in our communication.” he spoke softly to you, and only you.
You finally turned to him, to your shock, he is undressing…oh. It startled you for sure. You move closer to the edge, and held your legs to your chest, making space for him.
“And you think following me here is going to help?” shying away as you spoke, avoiding his gaze. How could you not? if your quarrel hadn’t happened, you’d be all over him by now. with his whole body on display for you, you are reminded of how much you missed him.
“I think avoiding you won’t, my dear” he said
“I didn’t want to fight with you” you admit. “That was the last thing I wanted that morning.”
“Im aware of that now. I misprioritized. Had I not addressed your condition first before correcting the problem” he spoke
You huff, “You mean how I felt?”
It almost sounds unnatural coming from him
You turned to search for his eyes, which were already on you, minutes ago. Hours ago, even. Forever on you
“I already felt like Ive been doing everything wrong.” you say, softly, shyly. “I thought distracting myself with work would help. Then, I come home to…more of that.”
“I didn’t need you to fix it,” you continue. “I just wanted you to be on my side for once.”
“Well, you didn’t,” you snap back immediately, with a pout. “That’s why we’re here, Doctor.”
“Still calling me “doctor,” huh? You really can’t drop it, can you?”He pulls you into his arms, hands on your waist, locking eyes with you(with a hint of desperation). “Except for ‘Doctor,’ you can call me whatever you want”
Taken aback by his action, you stare at him. “Veritas” you whisper. “My love” you whisper again.
“Say my name again” he spoke
he crashes his lips with yours. a soft and gentle kiss that you both missed. His hand comes up to your cheek, guiding you closer, while his other hand holds the back of your head, deepening the kiss, refusing to let you go, rather.
“You’ve avoided me for over a day,” he murmurs, voice lower now, quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “I find that difficult to tolerate, tremendously..”
“Tormenting” he says, while he kisses down your neck, leaving marks. He pulls you into his lap, feeling his #ratioboner you gasp at the sudden sensation..
“we can’t do this, I’ll be late for work.” you said shakily.
“Hmm?“ He hums, dipping his head to your shoulder, pressing kisses blelow your ear. “You’re still tired, I see”
“Well, yeah I know that, but what gives?” you ask.
“It’s saturday, my dear. I can have you all to myself today.” he says, with a hint of a smirk in his voice as he lifts his head to look at your blushing face
You place a hand on his chest, pushong him back slightly. Im still upset, you know.” you’re now at the edge pf the bathtub.
He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “whatever shall a husband do to please his lady?” you scoff at him.
heh…He continues, pressing kisses to youe fingers, your palm, your wrist. Slowly, he brings your hand down his hard rock abs letting youe hand travel, pushing his luck, he brings your hand lower, down to his now fully erected cock.
You’re a blushing mess, trying to pull your hand back, he responds by gently pulling you back to his lap. Your pussy and his cock are now touching. #yum he grinds on you slowly “you feel so good, my love” he murmurs and groan into your eear.
“Shall we continue this in our bedroom?”
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