Identity V ~ X Reader One Shots

Naib Subedar

Teehee, this is my first fic that isn't crack. Let me know what ya'll think ~ uwu

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"C'mon Naib, I have to get up now..." You grumbled trying to get out of bed.

Your half-hearted struggle was met with a tightening hold. "Mmph... five more minutes...," his voice muffled against your neck.

While it was very endearing, you really needed to go.

"Look, i'll make it up you, okay? I have the next two days off!"

Naib didn't say anything, he's most likely processing your words. Finally, he groaned and reluctantly let you go with a pout. Cute.

After you finished getting ready for the day, you head back to your bedroom. Lo and behold, Naib is still laying in bed, his face stuffed into the pillow, and moping with a dark cloud over his head. You move to comfort him.

"Aww, come on! Cheer up!" You couldn't help the growing grin on your face, "once I get back, we can cuddle for two days straight!" You added cheerfully.

He turned to face you and huffed in response. So cute!

You give him a big ol' smooch on his cheek, ruffle his already messy hair, and bid him good-bye.

Man, you miss him already.

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After a grueling day of work, you are very eager to return home and perhaps take a long, hot shower. You also can't wait to see your darling husband, Naib, and cuddle with him under some cozy blankets. Just thinking about it makes you feel sleepy...but you gotta stay awake and focus on getting home!

You arrive at your front door. Humming, you take out your keys and unlock the door. The wooden door creaks as you open it, you let out a sigh of relief. It's so good to be home!

You step inside and are met with a mouth-watering smell. Naib has gotten so good at cooking, you can't wait to see what he made for dinner! You shut the door and take off your shoes. Making your way towards the kitchen.

Your body auto-pilots itself to the source of home-made cooking. You poke your head through the entrance of the kitchen. And, you freeze completely.

Naib, as expected, is in the kitchen cooking dinner. What is astonishing, though, is what he is wearing. Or rather what he isn't wearing.

Mr. Naib Subedar is wearing nothing, save for a frilly, pink apron tied around his waist. His broad shoulders and strong arms look absolutely amazing under the soft kitchen light. His muscular back marked with scars that remind you of how much he's been through. Your heart throbs and fills you with an urge to kiss every single one. His toned ass, you can't help but admire it every time you see it. 

And wait. Is that a drop of sweat running down his back?

Maybe it's just due to the heat from the stove, but the room suddenly feels a lot hotter.

You're too stunned to speak, Naib notices this and eagerly says a line he's heard from one of the soap operas he's been getting into.

"Welcome home, honey!" You can feel his smirk through the sound of his voice.

 Man, this guy-!

"Do you want dinner first," Naib turns around, showing you a seemingly innocent smile.

"Or me~?" 

You had to call in sick for the following week.