Look At Me Sunbae [God of Highschool X Reader]

All Mine [Judge Q]

(A/n: Damnn authhorrr... where tf have you been?? Somewhere over the rainbow lost in hell 😆. The lovely anonimousreader01 hath requested a pt 2 with sir Q. So w/o further ado, enjoy! 😊)

Shifting around in white silk sheets, your eyes slowly crack. The groggy vision clearing sooner than later.

Blinding rays of sunlight peeked through the transparent curtains, filling you with warmth.

It's so bright in here.

You bring the back of your hand to your eyes, slowly sitting up. As you did so you caught a whiff of something pleasant.

Wrapping the sheet around your naked form you head towards the source of your rising hunger.

In the kitchen, you see Q in his briefs with a black apron securely wrapped around him. Biting your lip you trail your eyes over every visible inch of him. Ready to pounce on him for his deadly looks and amazing cooking skills.

He treated you as said he would. There wasn't a moment where he didn't show how he cares for you. You even feel like he might ask you to move in soon. That could be jumping the gun though.

It's hard to believe you've been dating for almost a year now. Being with him has been wonderful, you could hardly tell where the time went. It was well spent.

Quietly sneaking up behind him, you hug his backside. "It smells good. Is it almost done?"

Chuckling, "I was just about to finish up and serve you in bed." he flips the colorful omelet and plates it neatly off to the side with the other food.

You look at the display of food, practically drooling over it and him. I mean, come on— he made waffles, sausage, omelets, fresh fruit, and (fave drink). To serve you in his bed.

Wish I stayed asleep longer.

Turning to face you, Q tightly envelops you in his arms. His right hand traveling down the small of your back.

Raising brows, "Are you trying to cop a feel?"

"I might be." He kisses your forehead. "Or maybe I'm guiding you to your seat." His hand lowers to your bottom, gently caressing your cheeks.

Giggling, "Yeah. I'll say that's what you're doing." You walk with him to the glass table, watching him go back to the counter to bring your food to you.

Picking up the set utensils you dig in immediately, moaning in satisfaction with closed eyes.

Q smiles softly, "You are so cute, (F/n). I can hardly take it."

Blushing, "Aren't you going to have anything to eat?"

Shaking head, "Nah. I already ate. I couldn't wait..." He sheepishly chuckles.

Cutting into your pancakes, you raise the fork towards him. "Say ' Ahh'." You say sweetly.

Leaning forward he accepts the bite. "Somehow it tastes even better than before." His cheeks slightly tint red.