→ take it slow, put it down on me
contents : qifrey x gn!reader, suggestive towards the end, though no explicit content, reader is hard at work, caring Qifrey, cheeky Qifrey, pretty much fluff, Qifrey just wants his partner to relax, they both match each other’s freak, no spoilers!
There were days when you simply couldn’t be at the atelier, no matter how badly you yearned to stay cooped up in your lover’s arms while eating his cooking.
It wasn’t your fault, no, work simply had to come first sometimes. Whilst already exhausted, clients would write to you even when you had said you were taking a break. The list of people that had you on speed dial was astonishing.
One of your favorite parts about travelling was visiting the local market. While browsing through the wide display of shops and stalls, there seemed to be an endless amount of trinkets or contraptions that reminded you of home, the atelier in which your life resided.
Bracelets themed after the seasons for the girls, a new pillow for Olruggio, and the finest jewellery for your beloved. You were never stingy with money when it came to him. Sometimes you felt as though your purpose in life was to provide Qifrey with the best.
There was no doubt you doted on him and the rest, as you would come back home with a bag full of requested items and other such souvenirs. And every time you opened the door, without fail, a familiar snow-haired man would be waiting inside.
The same smile on his face, the same subtle wrinkle below his eye as he smiled. He would press a kiss against your cheek and welcome you home, taking your bags for you while already making conversation.
That was your favorite part about work. Coming back home.
You thought today would follow the same routine, the one that you cherished deeply. Little did you know, the same one who hugged and kissed you goodbye at the door every time you left, had something special in mind for the day.
You had come home later than usual. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake — after all, it was past midnight. The door creaked as you pushed it open, awfully loud compared to the silence of the atelier.
Your boots thudded against the hardwood floor. Then, you slipped off your cloak and hat and hung them over your arm. In the distance, you could hear the quiet crackle of the fireplace. The usual sound of home.
As you turned around the corner, a singular lit candle was placed on the dining table. No figure to be seen. Maybe someone had forgotten to blow it out, you thought. Along your way you went, climbing the few stairs towards the living room.
The warmth of the huge fireplace hit you immediately, like a heated blanket over your figure. There, though, is where you could see the easily recognisable figure of none other than Qifrey, sat on the plush sofa.
You were a little shocked he was awake at this hour. He cupped a mug in his hands, slender fingers curling over the surface you confirmed to be your own. A satisfied hum left the other’s lips as your footsteps approached, head turning towards the direction of the sound.
That one mesmerising blue eye stared you up and down, a gentle tug at his lips that formed into the smile you had embroidered in your head. “[Name], if it isn’t the person I’ve been waiting for!” He stood up, perhaps too quickly, and enthusiastically wrapped an arm around your back. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long, dragging out the touch of his fingertips.
“Here, have a cup of your favourite brew,” He took your bag from your hand, replacing it with the warm mug that fit perfectly in your palm. “You’re later than usual. The way back to the atelier must’ve been rough, hmm?” That sweet tone of voice made your heart melt instantly. Even while talking through the teleslate daily, it didn’t quite convey his voice as perfectly as it sounded in person.
“Mm, some roads were blocked, so I had to take a few detours,” You hummed groggily in response, gently throwing your cloak and hat over the armrest before wrapping the free arm around his slim figure. By instinct, you pressed a kiss against his pale cheeks and threw your face into his body.
A soft chuckle emerged from Qifrey’s figure as he put your bag down by the sofa and held you close. In that moment, everything seemed so innocent. But the way he giggled a little too loudly was a tiny bit off-putting, though you didn’t care enough to mind.
After a sweet moment, his hands unwrapped themselves from around your body and instead took your free hand into his. He smiled a little wider now, taking slow steps and leading you towards the sofa.
The light of the fireplace illuminates his figure as he gently pushes you onto the cushion of the sofa, drink swirling in your mug from the impact. You sit with your eyes widened slightly, watching each of Qifrey’s micro moves with a close eye. You place the mug over on the armrest before running your hands up his waist.
He spreads your legs open just enough for his knee to fit through, pressing just against the spot you want him most. He towers over you, leaning in to press a kiss onto your eye. His white robes draped across your lap, an arm reaching to pin you in place, while the other snakes up the warmth of your neck.
Qifrey stays close to your face. You can feel his breath — you might as well be breathing each other’s air. He smiles so sweetly at you, as if he doesn’t have you just where he wants you. One of your hands reaches up to the collar of his turtleneck, hooking a finger under the tight, black fabric and tugging him slightly closer.
“You’ve been so busy with work lately, dearest,” His words hang heavy in the present tension between you two. He was tempting you, and it was working like a charm. “If you promise to stay quiet, I can help you relieve some stress.”
He pressed another kiss against the corner of your lips. He pulls back and looks down at your lovestruck figure, staring up at him like he was holy. You bite at your bottom lip, an infectious smile slowly tugging onto them.
The mug sits forgotten, the carefully prepared brew growing cold the longer it’s left unattended.
a/n : I have had to reformat this brick by brick like. 7 times. but alas the torment is over. second fic ever!!!! yay!!!!! if this is well received then I can perhaps write a part 2…if anyone is interested!!!!! if orufrey is anyone’s cup of tea then you can imagine reader as Olruggio if you’d like🥹💗 anywho, thank you for reading!!!