Married to the Devil

1.

The morning sun streams through the kitchen window as Pavel hums softly to himself, absorbed in the YouTube video guiding him through the steps to make Thai fried rice. He stands at the counter, cutting meat into thin slices, his eyes flickering between the knife in his hand and the screen propped up nearby. The sizzle of the pan begins to fill the room as he adds the meat, the aroma mingling with the sounds of the video tutorial.

At the entrance to the kitchen, Pooh stands quietly, his eyes fixed on Pavel. A subtle frown creases his forehead as he watches Pavel's unwavering attention on the video. After a moment, Pooh clears his throat and steps closer, tapping a spoon lightly against the countertop.

Pavel glances up briefly.. without saying anything Pavel continues to watch the vedio.

Pooh, feeling ignored, coughs again, louder this time. "Pavel, are you even listening to me?" he mutters under his breath, though Pavel doesn't seem to hear him.

Annoyed, Pooh picks up a pair of spoons and starts clinking them together, trying to draw Pavel's attention. The noise grows louder and more persistent, but Pavel remains focused on his cooking video, oblivious to Pooh's increasingly irritated presence.

Finally, Pooh snaps. "Pavel! Are you kidding me? I'm right here!" he shouts, reaching out and snatching Pavel's phone from the counter. With a swift, angry motion, he hurls it across the kitchen, where it lands with a thud.

Pavel turns, eyes wide with shock. "Pooh! What the hell was that for?" he exclaims, dropping the spatula he's holding.

Pooh's face is flushed with anger. "I've been trying to get your attention for ages! You're so wrapped up in that stupid video that you didn't even notice me!"

Pavel runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Pooh. I didn't realize... I just wanted to get the recipe right."

Pooh crosses his arms, his anger slowly giving way to frustration. "I get that, but you could at least acknowledge me. I'm standing right here."

Pavel nods, guilt washing over his face. "You're right.I- I'm sorry.''

"you're always like this , you only know how to complain when I flirt with the other chicks because the slut i have at my house doesn't even bother to look at me " Pooh shouted at Pavel.

Pavel took a deep breath , trying to stop his tears . 

I'm not a slut , and you don't fucking have the right to call me , Pavel said glaring and picking up his broken phone. It was the latest Iphone 15 , well it was Pooh who brought this so yeah indirectly Pooh had the right to destroy them because at the end it was all "his money".

Pavel slowly walks to the counter and started cutting some vegetables. Suddenly Pooh hoovered over him , making Pavel uncomfortable.

" W- what are you doing "? Pavel asked focusing on vegetables , trying to ignore his "husband".

"Let me just show how slutty you are," Pooh whispers, his voice dripping with playful menace.

Before Pavel can react, Pooh gives a chuckle and, in one swift motion, yanks Pavel's pants down to his ankles. Pavel gasps in shock, stumbling slightly as he tries to maintain his balance.

 "What the—" Pavel starts, but Pooh has already entered one of his finger to Pavel's hole , leaning on Pavel's.

Pavel's face turns beet red, a mix of embarrassment and amusement. But he decided to ignore Pooh because they gotta eat . 

Pooh keeps increasing his pace in Pavel's hole as he dips another finger.

Ahh~

Pavel feels ashamed of himself as he can't stop but moaning to the sensation that Pooh gives to him. It was his weakness. Pavel slowly stops cutting down the vegetables and closes his eyes.