🔞Enhypen bxb smuts/imagines🔞

House Husband (SUNSUN) (S)🔥

RIDING🔞
PRAISE KINK🔞
DEGRADING KINK🔞
HANDCUFFS🔞
BONDAGE🔞
TAUNTING🔞
CRYING KINK🔞
FINGERING🔞
BEGGING🔞
BREEDING KINK🔞
MPREG🔞 (kinda)

SUB SUNGHOON?
POWER BOTTOM SUNOO

Extra info:
-SHY SUNGHOONIE~
-omega verse
-longer chapter

I DIDNT EDIT THIS SO PLEASE IGNORE ANYTHING THAT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE.

Sunghoon pov:
I hummed a happy tune as I worked my way around the kitchen cooking up dinner for me and my husband like I did everyday,

Tonight I wanted to make something special since it was Friday, I decided on some fresh tuna sushi and a steak with mash potatoes incase he wanted something hot, he works pretty late tonight and should be arriving in half an hour so I should hurry on making some fresh pineapple juice.

(Sunghoon in his Nara smith era💋)

Once everything was done, I carefully set the table, I really want to impress him tonight, since all my other attempts this week clearly haven't.

I sat silently with a smile on my face, waiting anxiously for the omega to arrive, it's been a good ten minuets past the time he would usually arrive and worry was starting to bubble inside me.

Another thirty minutes go by and now my alpha was screaming at me to get up and go find my husband, but I didn't, knowing my place in the house I sat still, scratching my wrist nervously, my mind wondering to all the worst possible things that could be happened to my omega.

Is he hurt?

Lost?

Kidnapped?!

That's it, I took up my phone, ready to sail the only number that was in my phone, his number.

Just then the front door beeped and opened, in walked in my omega, my very stressed looking omega, his suit looked out of place, tie undone, his hair was still neat, but his his scent was off.

He didn't smell like his usual light and fresh, yet dominating citrusy smell, he smelt husky and like a heavy smoky wood, it burned at my nose and sent my alpha into a frenzy.

He smelt like another alpha.

"Honey?" I said softly as I approached the shorter omega who kicked of his shoes and dropped his bag, I which I quickly went to scoop them of off the floor.

He didn't answer me, but I ignore it, eyes too focused on his body language, hoping that what I think he was out doing wasn't true, "why are you staring" he looked at me with a raised brow.

I gulped, but smiled anyway, "um...y-you're an hour late-" I started but flinched when he raised his voice, "yes, and what? I come home on a Friday night after doing exra work, and here you are complaining" then he scoffed, "ungrateful" he muttered be fire turning to walk away.

"W-who were you with!" I raised my voice weakly, my voice crackly as he halted his steps, Turing to me with cold blue eyes he looked me up and down before his eyes looked behind me to the dinner table.

"Go and clear the table, I'm not eating that" is all he said befits disappearing into the house, most likely going to sleep in his study again.

My chest aches, heart brawling as I held in my tears. I put his things down into the closet before going to clear the table, not even bothering to eat myself, instead pouring a glass of red wine and sitting down onto the living room couch.

It's been like this our whole marriage, one sided love, me trying and him looking down on me.

Why is it like this you may be asking?