Making Subby Hubby's Bad Day Good

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What a fucking day. I swear, everyone at work is completely useless. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

I mean, how hard is it to follow simple instructions? Just do the job right. But no, they mess everything up.

And guess who gets blamed for cleaning it all up? Me. Me! Like, do I have VIXXER stamped on my forehead? I'm so tired of carrying everyone else's weight.

Is it really so much to ask that people do their jobs without me having to hold their hands every step of the way? God, I just want one day where everything goes smoothly. Just one.

First, the Peterson report. Late. Again.

I reminded him three times. Three. How hard is it to send a goddamn email? And then Janet, oh, don't even get me started on Janet, decides to schedule a meeting without telling me.

So there I am, blindsided, in front of the clients, scrambling to explain a project she didn't even bother to brief me on. It was embarrassing. Absolutely embarrassing.

And then the copier jammed. The damn copier! Right in the middle of printing the quarterly summaries.

And of course, nobody's around to fix it. Oh, oh no, everyone conveniently disappears the second something actually needs to get done. So there I am, covered in toner, yanking paper out of that stupid machine like my life depends on it.

And you know what the cherry on top was? Jenkins. Jenkins and his constant micromanaging.

If I have to listen to one more of his condescending speeches about team efficiency, I'm going to lose it. He has no idea what it's like down in the trenches. No one.

It's easy to preach from his cushy office while I'm here putting out fires left and right. I don't even know why I bother anymore. No matter how hard I work, it's never enough.

Never. They'll just keep piling more and more on me until I break. Sometimes I feel like I'm already broken.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in and dump all of this on you. I just, I'm so frustrated.

It's like every time I try to do something right, someone's right there screwing it up for me. And now I'm here, acting all grumpy and like an ungrateful husband. I know you don't deserve that.

You always know how to calm me down, don't you? It's like magic. Just being near you.

It's like everything else doesn't matter anymore. You're so fucking beautiful. Do you think you could help me forget about today? Please? I just want to let go of it all.

I just want to focus on you. You're so patient with me. I don't know how you do it, but I'm glad you do.

I'm so glad you're here. You're so warm, so soft. Just the thought of being close to you like this, it just warms my heart.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I love you. Just the thought of being close to you like this, it's everything I need. Please.

May I? I just. ..

I need to feel you. It's. ..

It's perfect. You're perfect. The way you hold me.

The way you let me. .. Let me do this.

I feel so small in your arms. So safe. You're so.

.. You're so. ..

You're so. .. Small in your arms.

So safe. Your scent. Your warmth.

It's all I need right now. Thank you, baby. For letting me lay my hand on your lap.

Oh. So soft. So warm.

I'm your good boy, aren't I? Your precious boy. I just want to make you happy.

Please. Please. Keep letting me stay like this.

I'll be so good for you. It's. ..

It's so soothing. Like you're taking all the bad away. I can't believe you let me have this.

You're so good to me. So perfect. I'll be good.

I'll be good. I promise. Just.

.. Just for you. Your.

.. Your breasts. They're perfect.

Full and soft. Like they were made just for me. I can't stop looking.

I can't believe I get to take this from you. You're so beautiful. Can I.

.. Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you.

So warm. So good. I can drink your milk all fucking night.

My beautiful queen. So giving. So good to me.

Queen, so giving. So good to me. Yes.

Yes. You treat me so good, baby. Oh, baby.

Oh, you're taking me so. .. Oh, fuck.

Oh, perfectly. Your. ..

Your hands. God. Your hands.

They feel like heaven. I. ..

I. .. I.

.. Baby. Oh, fuck.

Yes. I am your good boy. Your good fucking boy.

Yes, I'm your precious boy. Don't. ..

Don't fucking stop. Honey. Honey, I.

.. I. ..

I won't. .. I won't last much longer.

I can't hold it back anymore. You're. ..

You're driving me insane. Every thought. Every sound you make.

It's too much. It's too perfect. I.

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