Collection of One Shots [ADCU 18+]

Espresso

CW: smut smutty smut smut. Enjoy!

Gods, you wanted him.

You had no fucking clue who the hell he was but damn it all if his hazel eyes would only cross the room for just a moment the meet yours. You might actually die of fucking happiness.

You were obsessed.

You pressed your thighs together as you sipped your mostly empty holiday beverage cursing yourself for not getting the big one so you could just sit here and covertly stare at him for just a little bit longer.

This man, this gorgeous behemoth of a man had caught your attention half a year ago when you had been talked into making a coffee run before work one morning by your work bestie. All because she'd been dumped, and you felt bad for telling her you told her so rather than being understanding.

Opening the door to the local coffee place you closed your eyes briefly reminded of all the time you'd spend in this kind of place when you'd been in collage, addicted to coffee barely scraping by on your own barista salary. Because of this fruitless reverie you quite literally ran into him when you entered the door knocking a ceramic mug out of his hand and up into the air. You watched in horror as the mug lifted into the air the dark liquid spilling out in a hurricane of burning caffeine before finally falling to the floor and smashing into smithereens. You didn't even really look at him at first because you were too busy wondering what kind of idiot still drank from a ceramic mug anymore. Everyone was always on the go, in a rush and yet this person who was no better than a giant was actually going to sit down and drank his coffee at a table before going to work like a psychopath.

He sighed and his eyes met yours. The whisp of anger within them was heavy but brief because it disappeared into a mask of solemn coldness as he bent down to pick up the pieces of broken cup. The barista shouting from behind the counter for him to leave it but all he did was hold up his hand motioning that it was well under control.

You were wafted by his cologne when he knelt, it was a deep fragrance rich like his voice, complex bergamot, the distinct scent of cloves and soothing black vanilla, it swirled around you like some sort of poison. Seeping. Into your skin with his close proximity and your heart stuttered in your chest, the flames of embarrassment fanning your face as you realized you'd not muttered an apology or offered any help.

You were frozen to the spot because of this Greek god on his knees before you, not just because this giant beautiful man was kneeling at your feet but picking up broken pieces of the mug you broke which you had yet to apologize for. Shock had kept you there for a moment longer, honestly you had been expecting him to berate you or yell at you, but he did none of that. Your mind snapped into motion before your mouth, and you bent down to help him this was after all your fault. A flutter of apologies fell from your lips as you now knelt before him and reached out to pick up a pice of the broken cup. His hand shot out completely encircling your wrist in his hard grip before you could reach it.

"Careful," his said his tone deep and rich like the coffee that was spilled on the floor, sending a jolt of heat between your thighs. Your eyes met his and they seemed to glow with a barely contained emotion, "you'll cut yourself."

All you could do was nod.

How could a voice affect you this much?

"You should hurry," he said barely glancing at you as he stood heading for the trash receptacle, "the line up is about to get very, very long. You won't want to be late."

You blinked and hurried to the counter turning back when you thought you heard him mumble something under his breath, but your attention was called by the barista before you could say anything to him. After you gave your order, you paused pointing behind you, "I'd like to replace the coffee I spilled."