BOYA FICLET

Happiest Woman In The World (R18)

A really long smutty, spicy chapter ahead! Please read at your own risk!! And kindly skip this chapter if you don't feel confortable reading stuff like this! (´∀') (blame my new playlist for setting the mood) p.s. sorry for the late updates T-T

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The water from the sink came rushing down as she aggressively finished the last batch of dishes she was supposed to wash.

12 a.m.

Where the hell is he?

Yaya huffed, staring at the clock- the only thing that kept her entertained.

She had prepared a home-cooked meal, one that she put a hundred percent and ten percent of her effort, in hopes of celebrating her husband's return from a long mission.

She kept gazing at the dinner table, watching the food getting stale every hour that passes by.

Her patience was running thin. Her stomach was no longer hungry, instead it was filled with anger and rage.

As she finished washing the last set of dishes, she let out a long sigh and began turning off the lights, heading to the bedroom that they were supposed to be with together.

However, as she was about to take a turn towards the stairs, she was startled by the sound of metallic keys fumbling at the door.

When the door opened, she immediately knew what she would do.

"I'm home-" said her husband, midway of finishing his greeting when he suddenly shrieked upon the sight of his wife's scowl.

"Uh... hey! Yaya," he spoke nervously.

At first she ignored him. She then took a deep breath and smacked his head to which he replied with a whiny "ow".

"Don't 'hey, Yaya!' me, you idiot! You promised that you'd be home by 8 so we could have dinner together," her tone began slowing down into a sad sob.

Realizing this, Boboiboy couldn't help but feel guilty of his actions. He reached out to her cheek, patting it slowly and wiping the tears that began forming around her eyes.

Yaya let her guard down for a moment and melted into his palm. She stayed in his touch for a good minute until she picked herself back up with her initial glower, which sent shivers down Boboiboy's spine.

"I've left your dinner on the table. Go heat it up. I'll head upstairs first," she said, releasing her cheek from his grasp.

Before she headed upstairs, her footsteps were halted as she felt a sudden grip on her wrist.

"I'd rather have dinner with you, darling,"

Yaya couldn't deny, hearing her husband's soft spoken voice made her heart flutter. Though, it wasn't enough to shake off the fact that she was still mad.

"Hmm," she rolled her eyes. "If only you'd come back 4 hours earlier then we could've-"

Suddenly, all the warmth of her body shifted to her neck as she felt his lips, gliding up and down towards her collar bone.

"I meant... I'd rather have you for dinner," he whispered in a husky voice.

"B-boboiboy!" a squirmed as she felt an even stronger press on the side of her neck.

She reached out her arms to grab his head, allowing more room for him to shower her with kisses.

The kisses that felt like words to her. 'Maybe it was his way of saying sorry,' she thought.