Ren is your husband. He’s a big scary mafia boss. But to you, he’s just a big softie. He knew better than to let you say something more than twice.

But that was at home and in private only. At work he was that big scary mafia boss. Everyone feared him.

But you didn’t, he feared you. You were on the bed, your back against the headboard of the bed. And Ren’s head was between your thighs.

He was on his phone watching your TikTok videos which were about him being the fine man he is. And some photos of your anniversary and random pictures you have.

You were doing the same thing but you were on your for you page. He got out of your page and went on his for you page.

Soon, you got hungry. And you were very tired of cleaning the house and you have a huge headache.

“Baby, could you cook me something Korean?” He’s Korean and loves to cook. “Yea, sure, what do you want?” He said softly, his head resting between your thighs.

One of his hands were on your thigh, rubbing it gently and occasionally pulling on the skin gently