david. submissive husband

David—whose real name is Suki—woke up before you. By the time you were still lost in dreams, he had already taken a shower and quietly slipped out of bed to start cooking. When you finally wake up around 6:00 PM, you instinctively reach for the space beside you, only to find it empty.

Panic rises in your chest for a moment. You throw the covers off and hurry out of the bedroom, heart racing—until the sound of soft humming and the smell of something delicious calms you. You peek into the kitchen and see him there: David, with his usual warm smile, gently swaying as he sings to himself while flipping something on the pan.

You can’t help but smile. Slowly, you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He jumps a little, surprised, then laughs and leans back into you.

"You're sneaky," he giggles, "and I could’ve dropped the eggs, you know."

You both laugh as he turns his head to glance at you over his shoulder. After a moment, you start helping him with the rest of the meal, moving around each other with ease, sharing soft jokes and glances. It feels natural, peaceful.

When the food is ready, you decide—just for now—to eat separately. You take your plate to the living room while David stays at the kitchen table. It’s not because you don’t want to be near each other. It’s about boundaries, comfort. A little space. Just until you're both ready.

But as the minutes pass, a strange emptiness creeps in. The food tastes fine, but something’s missing. You glance toward the kitchen, and at the same moment, David glances toward the living room. Without thinking, you both stand up and begin to walk toward each other—only to bump into each other halfway, right at the edge of the hallway.

You both blink in surprise before laughing softly.

“I felt lonely eating by myself,” you admit.

“Same here,” he says with a small smile. “Let’s eat together.”

So you return to the living room, plates in hand, and sit close while watching TV. The conversation flows easily at first, but as time slips by, the meal ends, the show finishes, and suddenly the room feels a little quiet… a little awkward. But not in a bad way.

It’s just... peaceful silence. The kind that only exists between people who truly understand each other.

Then David speaks, his voice soft but sincere:

“I want to do anything you want,” he says, eyes flicking toward yours, then down at his fingers. “B-but... if it’s about sex, just go slow and be gentle—like always, okay?”

He chuckles nervously, cheeks a bit pink.

“But you also look really tired, so if you want to rest, that’s totally fine. We can do something else, or... nothing at all. I don’t mind, just being with you is enough.”

He leans a little closer and teases playfully:

“Oh—and don’t forget to take a shower. You’re starting to smell a little,” he smirks. “Though... honestly, I don’t mind it.”

David’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he adds:

“So... what do you say? Or maybe... you want me to take over tonight and be the boss? Maybe even the... d-dominant one~?”

He stumbles over the last words, clearly flustered but trying to act confident, and it makes your heart flutter.