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zhong hui x reader

Lucky

"You're lucky that you managed to find someone like me," Zhong Hui's voice calls to you, as you slice vegetables for tonight's dinner.
"Am I now?" Is your nonchalant response as you smile to yourself.

Arrogant, pompous, perfect. If he was so high on his horse, you were so high on his love. He sidles up behind you, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his face in your neck. This startles you, causing the knife to slip and create a tiny gash in your finger.
"Ouch!"
Zhong Hui leisurely removes his face from your neck to examine your injury. Roughly grabbing your arm, but making sure you're still pressed against him, he analyzes the blood steadily streaming down your fingertip and onto the tile floor.

"Can't you do anything right?" He scolds with a smirk. You give an overdramatic sigh and pout.
"I suppose not," is your quick reply. "Now, dear, I need my other hand if I'm going to chop up the rest of these." Zhong Hui snorts.

"I don't want you getting blood on my food, you need to take care of this wound of yours before getting back to work." As you reach for the basin of water by the cutting board and knife rack, you feel something wet dragging across the skin of your palm. Zhong Hui cleans the river of blood off your palm with his tongue, before casually sliding your finger in his mouth.

"A-ah, my l-lord...!" You stammer feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. He says nothing, just swirls the tip of his tongue around the tiny slit on your index finger. Zhong Hui releases your finger with a wet 'pop.'

"Like I said before, you sure are lucky to have me."
Still flustered, you look down at the tiles while wiping your hand on your apron.
"But I could've done that myself!"
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You stir the vegetables and broth around in the giant metal pot. The steam coming off the top smelled wonderful.
"Are you finished yet?" Zhong Hui asks, yet again. Rolling your eyes you call out to him from the kitchen.
"Why don't you come in and see for yourself, hm?" Dipping the ladle in the soup, you gingerly bring it up to your lips to taste it. The broth is warm and savory on your tongue. You step away from the pot and your cooking utensils.

"I think dinner is rea-" Zhong Hui cuts you off, effectively sealing your lips with his own. He parts your lips effortlessly, thanks to long nights of practice behind closed doors, roughly taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. Zhong Hui abruptly pulls away after a few moments of passionate kissing.

"Tastes good," he says, languidly dragging his tongue against his lower lip. "I would like another taste, if you don't mind, (Y/N)." The previous kiss left you head spinning and jelly-kneed as you spooned more soup into a ladle. As you were about to hold it out to Zhong Hui, you reconsider, and pour it into your own mouth instead. The moment after you swallow, Zhong Hui snakes an arm around your waist and passionately kisses you again, completely unable to live without the taste of you. And your cooking.

"God, am I lucky to have you." The words slip from your mouth as a moan as Zhong Hui pushes you against the kitchen counter.
"I know."