Hear me out and indulge me in my wild musing.
He texted you to say he would be home in 20 minutes. You were home early, and you realized that he had a rough day just by the simple message. So, you start preparing him his favorite food. He comes home to your bright smile and warm, tight hugs and gentle kisses. The day's stress leaves his body when you smile at him, and he wants to pull you into his lap, smush his head on your chest, and sleep. You order him to wash up quickly so you can feed him his favorites, and he complies without a word.
Freshly showered, wearing just his joggers that hung low, he leans near the kitchen entrance, watching you intently as you worked around at the stove, telling him all about your day. Any other day, he would not let you work alone, and he would be by your side. Were it for him, he'd never let you lift your finger. He loves pampering you, but today, looking at you taking care of him brings out something primal, and he feels fucking joyful.
It takes him about two more minutes before he closes the distance, turns the stove off, and lowers your shorts and panties. You squeak, giggling in disbelief as you hold onto the kitchen aisle for support, and he shifts you to the empty side of the aisle. You try turning to get a look at him, but he holds you strongly with his forearm wound around your waist. He sighed, a low growl brimming in his chest when he bent you at your waist, pressing your front to the cabinets and the aisle. You were cautious of the vessels as your palms find purchase on the flat surface to hold yourself steady. He tugs at the apron tied behind your back, and the strings come untied and loosely hang beside you. He lowers his joggers and smacks you a couple of times, causing you to let out a shriek, and he rubs himself on you, moaning salaciously into your ear, and humps into you from behind until you are wet enough and then slowly inches inside you, grunting, growling, finally speaking reverently. "You. are. my. fucking. everything," and drives you into oblivion.
Soooo, who would he be for you?
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Initially while reading this I thought Ari, that side of beef leaned against the doorway as I cook for him has me by the short and curlies.
But the more I think about it, the more I think it’s Marshall. This man has been so careful to not let anyone in since Angie, so afraid he’s going to fuck up another relationship with his work and the trunks of baggage that comes with it.
But some how you made him forget that vow to himself. Some how you worked yourself past the castle tower of walls around him and his heart. And he adored you for it. For being tenacious enough to stick with him, to see past the gruff persona and see the man underneath who loves you like he’s never loved another before.
It’s him, my friends and I’m keeping him forever.
