Album [Jaylor One-Shots]

One-shot One: Nutella

A/N:
Looking back on this, I realised this makes me cringe so much it actually hurts—

July 25, 2023 Author's Note: here's the link for the playlist for this book :)
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/29HMeV4GEcw1ut6MqCTmVC?si=DFmi3_tERzuY6GCD61j09Q

07/02/19
8:09 PM

  Taylor lay on the couch, scrolling through Twitter with one hand and the other absentmindedly rubbing a purring Benjamin's stomach.

  Joe hadn't been home in a few days for shooting for that movie, "Harriet" and she was hungry and bored.

  And in desperate need of a good cuddle.

  There was nothing to eat-- I mean, there were almost a hundred things to eat, just nothing she actually wanted to eat.

  She groaned as she ambled to the fridge once more (in the last ten minutes, she had checked the fridge at least seven times) and opened one of the doors.

  She peered inside and grimaced; the amount of mess that was inside made her cringe.

  There was an expired pack of chocolates, an old expired EpiPen ('How did that get there?'), and... was that a rotting carrot?

  She checked the chiller drawer, there were a few vegetables (not rotting) and a forgotten Nutella jar that thankfully wasn't expired.

  Her face lightened as she snatched it up. Feeling elated, she rinsed a spoon and opened the jar.

  Taylor dipped the spoon into the jar and quickly pulled it back out, the chocolate dripping onto the counter, and her brown, knitted sweater with a bear face ("I'm not asleep, my mind is alive...") had chocolate on it as well.

  She heard a car pull into the driveway a few minutes later and went to check.

  There was a car in the driveway, it still had its lights on and it very much was Joe's.

  She went back to the Nutella jar and heard the engine die, the slam of a car door, and the doorknob click a minute later.

  'Tay?' A voice called from the living room.

  'I'm here!' Taylor called back, licking the spoon.

  'Taylor--' Joe's figure appeared in the doorway.

  'Hi,' Taylor greeted with a smile. She didn't notice her voice being as breathy as it was.

  Joe smirked and ran in to hug her. She dropped the spoon to hug back.

  'Hi, baby...' Joe gently mumbled, feeling Taylor's head burrow in the crook of his neck.

  'Hi.' Taylor's voice was hushed from Joe's shirt and her voice vibrated through his body like he was pressing his shoulder onto a speaker.

'You miss me?' Joe whispered, pressing his lips onto Taylor's head.

  'Mm-hmm...' Taylor muttered. Joe felt her nod.

  Benjamin meowed from the living room.

  'Mmm, I-I think that was Benjamin--' Taylor mumbled.

  'Yeah, he can survive--' Joe persisted, his grip tightening around Taylor's thin figure.

  'Yeah, he can...' Taylor trailed off, pulling her head away from Joe's shoulder to look into his ocean blue eyes.

  Without missing a beat, Joe pressed his lips onto hers, and their eyes closed.

  Taylor suppressed a moan, but Joe gladly let one out as their tongues locked.

  Taylor worked her way to Joe's bottom lip and bit mildly.

  Joe moaned once more before they pulled apart reluctantly.

  'Well,' Joe said awkwardly.

  Taylor was smiling meekly, her diamond gaze fixed on his ocean blue eyes. They glinted triumph in them as if she had just won an award, they had the glint they had when she won a GRAMMY or a VMA.

  Joe sighed.

  'That was...' He trailed off and Taylor finished his sentence, 'Amazing!'

  'Yeah.'

  They looked away, both of their gazes focused on the jar of Nutella that lay open on the counter with a spoon of the chocolate it held beside it.

A/N
Ok, I loved writing this 'cause like-- it's all fuzzy and comfy and then it just turns like-- kissing and moaning...
So, I hope y'all liked it, and please don't come for me when I get the art of kissing wrong because I have never kissed someone. Like ever.
Ok, enough with my shitchat, (yes I meant to do that).
I'm working on the second one already!