ā COFFEE JELLY ; coffee x gn! reader
thereās no such thing as a favorite customer with the youngest born, especially not someone as mousy and pathetic as youā¦ so why is he sitting with you?
happy belated birthday to the absolute fkin monstrosity that is @josuke8ā ! canāt believe i have maintained an actual online relationship for at least a year, five years, in fact! usually i want to strangle you, but for now hereās a fic for my best boy!
check out her ocās cafe and get acquainted with the delightful siblings hereĀ !
āoh coffee!ā your voice makes the man look up from his phone and over the counter. the first thing he notes is that youāve put on makeupā youāve never bothered to do that. the second thing is how you look brighter than usual.Ā āyouāre back in the cafe! finals must be over then, huh?ā
he makes his usual uninterested scoff but straightens his back to get a clearer look at you. matching foundation, a subtle but glossy lipgloss, perfectly lined eyelinerā¦ what the hell was going on? you usually looked like you dragged yourself out of bed and went out looking as low-maintenance as possible, but today you decided to look decent. he thinks that he might be looking at you for too long and might give you the wrong idea, but youāve shifted your attention to the menu and started pointing out your order.
āā¦ one strawberry shortcake frappucino, if you please.ā you smile at his dumbstruck face and place the money on the counter.Ā āthank you!āĀ
you leave him to his own devices as you take a seat, bringing out your phone and tapping away with obvious glee. while he blends and pours your drink, he watches you from the corner of his eye as your stupid face twists into several stupid expressions. youāre happy. youāre not the dead-eyed thing that waltzed in every friday evening to get an extra pump of espresso to keep their gear running for another long night of typing out your thesis.
he almost slams the sickly pink drink onto the counter when he remembers that all damage will be taken from his own pocket. he grunts and carefully sets it on a tray, not before glaring at the odious thing. pink. you were all brown and black as you chugged mouthful and mouthful of coffee without any care for your wellbeing.
a tray slams down on your table and makes you jolt and look up from your phone. coffee towers over you, his usual scowl on his face, but his eyes look fiercer than ever. your drink slides in front of you, but you tilt your head in confusion when dessert comes next.
āiā¦ donāt think i ever ordered a coffee pudding,ā you smile meekly up at the boy, but he ignores you in favor of taking a seat in front of you.Ā āoh, uh, youāre sitting there?ā
āis there a problem?ā he snapped and you quickly shrink into your seat, shaking your head no. there is a problem, youād like to interject, but somehow he seemed to be in a mood sourer than most days.Ā
the mood becomes awkward when coffee uses this time to scrutinize you, trying to pick out any flaw that he can use to make a snide remark. but no, youāre dolled up to perfection, clearly trying to make a good impression to whoever youāre meeting. he clicks his tongue.
he can see you making quick peeks at your phone thatās laying on the table, fingers itching to make a response to whoever is blowing up your DMs. you take nervous sips of your drink, the sweet drink feeling like ash under coffeeās blatant scrutiny. you flinch when his lips curve into a demeaning smirk, leaning his head on one hand as he finally starts conversation.
āwhoās the lucky guy?ā
you jolt in surprise.Ā āh-huh? what are you talking about?ā
he scoffs.Ā ādo you take me for a fool?ā he points a lazy finger at your appearance.Ā āyou actually look decent for once. certainly room for improvement but hey,ā he sneers.Ā āif you can turn that mess into something worth looking at, then i can acknowledge the effort.ā
feelings of embarrassment rising up in your throat, you turn down your eyes to stare hard at the table. did youā¦ actually look that terrible before? you tug at your hair unconsciously. oh noā¦ you didnāt bother styling up your hair today. what if your natural hair looked like a disaster?
coffeeās eyes fall on the on the dessert. your strawberry latte is halfway finished but the coffee pudding is still untouched. he furrows his brows, clicking his tongue with such dismay and irritation that you felt that that little click resounded throughout the entire cafe.Ā āwhat are you doing?ā his brown eyes shot up to you.Ā āthe pudding is on the house. arenāt you going to be grateful and eat it?āĀ
you finger your straw and look down.Ā āiā¦ uh, iāll take it for take out. iām cutting back on sweets for the timeā mph!āĀ
coffee unceremoniously shoves a spoonful of pudding into your mouth, cupping his palm with one hand as he eyes your suprised reaction.Ā Ā āa diet?ā he sneers and presses the spoon down on your tongue that only flustered squeaks come from your mouth.Ā āyou? trying to impress some guy who wonāt even look at you twice after this date?ā
he pulls the spoon away, a string of saliva connecting the metal spoon and your parted lips before it breaks. youāre cherry red when you look up at him eyes that beg him for an answer, that questions the sudden aggressiveness. coffee had always regarded you with apathy, sometimes making snide comments about your hideous outfit or eyeing your eyebags and messy hair judgementally. now he paid you special attention, attention you didnāt even wanted.Ā
clear delight turns his lips into a sneer and darken his chocolate brown eyes into a shade hungering and lusting for more. he leans forward and cups your head gently into his palm, tilting your head to face up at him. your teary eyes shake a bit at this forwardness, body trembling to pull away but unable to.
āyouāre cuter this way,ā he murmurs almost sweetly, then his eyes narrow and clenches his fingers into your cheeks until your mouth gapes just wide enough for him to take a peek at your pretty pink tongue.Ā āopen wide~ā
he shoves spoon after spoon of coffee pudding into your mouth, never leaving you time to swallow properly. you splutter and gurgle, but it only feeds into his pleasure. the imbalance in power invigorates him, him the shepherd that feeds and you the lost and wandering sheep. you certainly look and act the part with your tears and submissiveness.
once he lets you go, you cough and he leans back into his seat with a sense of satisfaction. coffee isnāt one for impulsivenessā thatās for his maniac of a brother, strawberryā but he catches himself stealing a quick peck on your forehead, more tender than heād like to admit. a glaze that you find unnatural on him stills him for a second, before he shakes his head and reforms his face back into his usual scowl. he starts cleaning up and once he has everything on the tray, he looks back at your red cheeks and trembling eyes.
āfix your hair and actually find a blush that matches your skin tone,ā he says ever so helpfully, with a smile that seems sweet but only sends chills down your spine.Ā āwhat were you thinking going out in that top anyway?ā
before you frantically fish out your mirror pocket and take a look at your face, he adds on,Ā āoh, and you might want to do something about your date outside.ā
through the mirror, the man you looked forward to seeing glares at you with a bouquet of crushed flowers under his palm. coffee smiles smugly to himself.
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