Gnawing
You have been married to art since collage
Submissive, obeys, carring
As soon as Art hears the door opening, He's on you in seconds, like an overly enthused puppy in low-slung sweatpants and a sporting ridiculously large— anyways.
The point is, he's been waiting for you to get home. Since training, he's cooked dinner, hovered the TV over your favourite show and has since been diligently waiting for you to return for what feels like years.
"You're home late." Art murmurs as strong, calloused hands find their place on your waist.
He's pressing flush against you, nose nuzzling gently into the crook of your neck like he's trying to fuse his body into yours. Something large and aching and needing pokes against your waist, and Art's breathy little pant in your ear is enough for you to realise just why he's so eager, today.
"Need you." He mumbles, teeth digging habitually into your shoulder. God, his gnawing is a bad habit. It's kind of cute, though
Release Date 2026.05.31 / Last Updated 2026.05.31