joji shit

3. can i pls get a waffle

in which you're married to joji, and mans wakes up feelin lovey dovey n kinda smutty ;))

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You turn to your side, the sun shining through the white drapes that disturbed your slumber. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel familiar warm arms pull you close to the chest of the person they belong to.

"Morning baby," his low, raspy voice whispers into your ear, making chills go down your spine. You hum in response and nuzzle your head into the crevice the warm pillow and your husbands bare chest make, with your eyes still closed.

You start feeling light kisses move from the back of your head, then fingers barely touching your skin pulling your hair back behind your exposed shoulder. Next, they trail down your arm, only to be followed by lips sweetly kissing their way down your shoulder.

"Joji.." you whine, not sure whether it's because you want him to stop so you could sleep, or if it's because you want him to stop going so slow and lightly on you.

"Y/N.." he mimics you, except it sounds more like pure seduction rather than a childish whine. He props himself up with his elbow and pushes his body as close to yours as possible, giving himself more access to your neck. His hand is draped over your covered waist and you can't help but put yours over it, enjoying the attention you were getting.

And just as you thought that, just as you could slowly feel him - and yourself - getting more into it, he stops.

"I made you waffles, come have breakfast with me in the kitchen." he demands, plants a quick kiss to your lips and lifts himself up to his feet, walking towards the door of the room in nothing but his Adidas sweatpants. He lets out a laugh when he glances back to see your eyes wide open and your lips barely apart in disapproval.

How could he do that and just walk away? Absolutely no fair.

You groan as you stand up from bed, dressed in your large black Harley Davidson t-shirt with the logo on it, and a pair of Joji's boxers. You freshen up in the bathroom and then make your way to the kitchen where your husband apparently made your favorite breakfast for the both of you.

"George, babe, what is all this?" you ask, looking at the waffles and little cut up fruit on plates with syrup on the kitchen island table, beside the orange juice jug.

"Breakfast? What, I can't make breakfast for my wife now?" he returns, holding the butter coated spatula up, shrugging his shoulders.

"You're being weird about it," you adjust the t-shirt that slid down your shoulder, then take a seat on the counter beside where Joji stood, frying up some bacon on the stove.

"Babe," you speak, tracing over the flower tattoo he had on his chest, which was on full display to you. He replied with a hum, reaching his hand out to your lips so you could take a bite of the bacon he was chewing on. You take a bite and realize you have no idea why you called him.

You just felt like getting his attention, which was now fully on you after he switched off the fire under the sizzling meat strips and covered the pan with a lid. He then takes a step to the right, spreading your legs a little to stand between them and pulling you close, his elbows resting on your knees while his hands met each other on your back.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded with a low voice, looking up into your eyes, a glint of something else behind his.

You let out a small laugh and say it, ending it with a bite of your lip.

"Damn it," his tight fist lightly slamming on the counter beside your thigh. Before you could speak, he lightly pushed his forehead against your sternum and let out a sigh into your chest that sounded much like a growl.

"What's wrong?" you ask, concern laced into your voice. Your hands reach to his head, fingers hidden under his long and messy jet black hair.

"You're so fucking hot," he whined, as if it physically hurt him saying that. "Y/N, you need to either stop, or fuck me because just.. no," he cut himself off, sighing again resting his head lower into your chest, practically between your breasts.

"George—"

He cut you off with a distressed moan.

"Baby—"

He does it again. You laugh at how childish he's being, then take a deep breath. "Honey," you ignore his third cry and continue. "How about this," you reach to your side, your movement a little hindered by the man clenching onto your torso, but then you get the plate of steamy waffles and bowl of leftover strawberries.

"Joji, look at me," reaching for his cheek, you pull his face up so his eyes meet yours. His cheeks were a light pink and his hair was messy from how your hands were in it. You pick up a strawberry and take a bite of it, then face it towards his lips.

Except he doesn't take a bite of it. Instead, he slowly holds your arm and pulls it down. His face inches closer to yours, his focus planted on your lips.

His plump lips touch yours, engaging them in a deep kiss. His tongue shifts into your mouth, allowing him to taste the strawberry you took a bite of. Deepening the kiss, one of his hands rests on your chin, keeping it at the perfect angle while his other hand starts to sneak up your shirt.

You feel his cold fingertips on your sensitive skin and let out a little giggle through the kiss. Then he rests his whole hand on your side, just a couple of centimeters away from your breast and you can't help but giggle harder at the cold contact.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. "I love your laugh," he plants a peck on your red, wet lips. "I love your face," he pecks your cheeks, nose and forehead. "I love these," and yet again, before you could question it, he uses his free hand to cup your boob from over your shirt and the other hand the other, from under the shirt. This causes you to laugh and place your hands on his as you do so.

"George, stop doing that, your hands are so cold!" you reply, getting used to the feeling as his hands began to warm up. "You, sir, can't touch me like that anyway," you tease, not make an effort to remove his hands, though.

"Well, ma'am, I can touch you in other ways," he spoke with a lower voice, a smirk spreading clearly on his face. "If you'd like that."

His hands sneak back down to the sides of your thighs, since that was a pretty awkward position to just stand in.

"Joji," you frown, your stomach beginning to grumble. "Babe, let me get some food in me first, then we can do whatever you want, okay?" you ask, not waiting for him to reply, picking up a waffle and taking a bite of it, slumping your back as your taste buds tingle at the taste of your favorite breakfast dish.

He lets out a small chuckle then pats your thigh, picking up a waffle himself, leaning on the kitchen island behind him and watching you indulge in the food he made for you.

"I'll put something else in you," he winked dramatically, dodging a grape you'd thrown at him after that comment and laughing, his hand clutching onto his stomach.

All you could do was shake your head at the cliche comment, but also feel a little excited inside for what was to come after breakfast.

"Baby, pass me the whipped cream,"

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woohoo 1323 words!!!
i think i should just accept that i write long ass chapters lol
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