Reincarnated in ToonTown With a Cooking System Chapter 36: Say My Name (I)*

--[gan]--

Before I even opened my eyes, I groaned at the distinct lack of warmth from my favorite muscle-bound body pillow. And sure enough, when I cracked open my left eye, I found nothing but empty sheets and flattened pillows, 'Damnit, I can never wake up before him. Maybe he doesn't sleep at all, being a demon and everything. That would suck though, I've always wanted to try waking a guy up with a blowjob.'

Letting out a soft sigh, I turned over in bed only to pause as I felt a noticeable difference, 'This is way more comfortable than it was last night...I'm not just imagining it, am I?'

Sitting up, I went to look down at the mattress only to pause as my eyes passed over the rest of the apartnt, 'So he definitely doesn't sleep.'

In stunned awe, I looked around at the complete remodelling job that had sohow happened overnight without waking up once. It wasn't a small change, either; the entire apartnt had gone from just barely a step above a highway motel to a high-end luxury condo.

Peering over the bed, I stared at the new slate floors and couldn't help but lean over and run my hand along the smooth, cold surface to confirm that it was real.

"What the hell," I muttered as I looked around for the man responsible, only to find a breakfast platter waiting for on the new table that dominated the kitchen area.

Getting out of bed, I sauntered over, and my mouth started to water just from looking at the food. Though before I could start stuffing my face, I noticed a note sticking out from under the plate.

I picked up a piece of perfectly buttered toast and held it between my teeth before taking out the note and reading the words inside.

'Morning, sexy, what do you think of the new place? I know it's a bit of a shock, and before you go asking how, the only explanation I'll give is magic ;). I had to run out real quick for so supplies for tonight, but I made sure that I cooked you a nice breakfast before I left. Hopefully you're reading this before it all goes cold, but no worries if it has, just throw the whole platter into the oven at 350 degrees for a few minutes, and everything should heat right back up. Be back in an hour or so, love ya.'

Staring at the handwritten note, my heart couldn't help but flutter at the thoughtful gesture, 'I really won the fucking lottery, didn't I god... I can't wait to suck the soul out of that man later tonight.'

With a sly smirk across my lips, I sat down and started in on the food Ramon had cooked for , all while thinking of ways I could repay him later tonight.

--[Sumr Smith]--

I was practically drooling with boredom as I scrolled on my phone behind the checkout counter. Friday mornings were always slow, but today in particular was a fucking ghost town.

'I wish I could quit this fucking job...Maybe I should have gone to college...then again, I'm pretty sure another four years of waking up for classes and doing howork would have driven clinically insane.' Blowing a raspberry, I cursed the fact I lived in such a materialistic capitalist society, 'God, I gotta stop hanging out with grandpa...even my bitching is starting to sound like one of his rants.'

I went back to scroll mindlessly on my phone, but a broad shadow fell over , blocking my screen. "My, my, aren't you being productive?"

I froze, hearing the deep masculine voice that had been haunting for days in my dreams and walking fantasies.

Slowly picking up my head, I found myself staring into a pair of dark blue eyes and a devilish smile that looked like it was deciding whether it wanted to laugh or devour in a way that would make my toes curl.

"I see you're sitting again, that's good. I was worried for a second that I had gone too hard on you," The man muttered cockily as he stared down the bridge of his nose.

"You...fucking asshole!!" I ground out through gritted teeth as I shot up to my feet and slamd my hands down on the counter, "You got so fucking nerve showing up here!"

He cocked his head to the side in confusion, "Why are you acting like I killed your whole family in front of you in cold blood?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I gave you my number after we got freaky in a storage closet and you haven't even texted once!" I shouted while jabbing an accusatory finger into the man's wide, muscular chest.

"Is that what this is about?" He muttered and brushed my finger side, "Sorry about having a life to live."

I opened my mouth to scream at the man so more, but then I realized that would only feed into his sick kicks, so instead I exhaled and sank back into my seat, "Just buy what you need and then get the hell out."

"Alright, but I'm gonna need you to get them for , and this ti I need at least a couple of boxes." The man replied, and my eyes went wide as I realized what he was talking about.

"Bullshit," I swore, glaring at him as I crossed my arms, "There's no way you went through an entire box of condoms, it's been less than a week!"

"Like I said, I've been busy," The man drawled, "Now are we gonna keep this back and forth going, or are you going to get my items so I can get going on with the rest of my day?"

My jaw clenched, and it took every ounce of control not to leap over the counter and throttle the smug asshole. But after a mont, I managed to stand up without trembling from an overwhelming amount of rage, "I'll be right back with your items, then you can get the hell out of here."

Moving out from behind the counter, I glared at him one last ti before turning around. Though before I could even take my next step, a stinging pain erupted across my ass, followed by the sound of a crisp smack.

In an instant, all the strength left my body, replaced by the mixture of numbing pain and pleasure I had been missing so dearly.

I hit the floor with a thud as a shocked and excited gasp escaped my lips.

"Hmm, are you really that pent up that all it takes is one little smack to send you over the edge?"

I looked over my shoulder as the cocky son of a bitch stood over and smiled. "But I shouldn't be complaining that much, you ass looks fantastic from this angle."

"I should call the fucking cops on you!" I glared as I spun around to face him, "Why the fuck did you just hit like that!?"

"Because we both know you enjoyed it," He answered, his voice dipping into an octave that made my whole body vibrate, "Why else would you have been so disappointed that I didn't call you?"

"Fuck you, you pompous dickhead," I flipped him off before getting back up on my feet, albeit unsteadily, "Now get out, there's no way I'm getting you shit!"

Walking up, I went to shove him in the chest, only for him to grab by the wrist and spin around so fast that my world beca a blur.

When everything stopped, I found myself pinned against the counter and my arms forced behind my back. I tried moving, but found the man behind was holding down and pressing his body against mine.

'Damnit, no, do not get turned on, do not give in to this fucking himbo!' I tried to scream the horny thoughts out of my mind, but as I felt his large hand trace the curve of my ass, I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan.

"See, there was no need for all the pomp and circumstance. I know what you want, I know what you need," The man whispered in my ear as he leaned over my immobile body that was at his complete rcy.

"Oh yeah, cause every girl needs to be pinned down against her will, by a complete stranger," I growled in response.

"No, not every girl, because not all girls are closeted masochists like you," The man muttered with a dark chuckle as his hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it so hard that there was no doubt that it would bruise, "As for being a stranger, my friends call Ramon."

"I'm not your friend," I muttered even as my heart started to race.

"Maybe not, but you will be calling out my na when I'm gone with you."