corbeau x reader prompt with corbeau kissing his partner's finger when they boop his nose, which then dissolves into him kissing their hand. :3
This is violently soft thank you sm for the inspo š«¶
Corbeau was nose deep in his work. Literally.
He scrunched over his laptop, shoulders tight and back arched in poor posture, typing away at the keys as though they were what owed him money. The glare on his face was loud, veins popping out of his forehead. Anyone else might be afraid to approach, but youād grown far too used to him to be nervous.
You walked around Corbeauās desk, coming up to the side of his chair. āSomeoneās busy.ā
Corbeau sighed, but didnāt respond immediately. āItās this stupid legal crap.ā He mumbled, not even looking up at you. āIf I donāt fill these forms out just so, we could run into a lot of problems down the line.ā
āThat sucks.ā You sat down on the armrest. āIām sorry.ā
āItās tedious is all.ā With a huff, he finished typing, cracking his knuckles in the air. Corbeau turned and looked over the top of his glasses at you, expression softening ever so slightly. āSorry, Iām being a poor host. What can I do for you, sunshine?ā
āWell, I was going to ask you if you wanted to get dinner.ā You raised your hand, running your palm through his hair. Corbeauās eyes shut, leaning into your touch. The corners of his lips twisted into a gentle, handsome, smile. āBut,ā you continued,ā if youāre busy, I understand.ā
Corbeau stayed quiet, and you began scratching his scalp with your nails, dark strands of hair slipping between your fingertips. āI am busy.ā He mumbled.
āYeah?ā You moved your hand down the side of his face, cupping his chin. āWell I can go pick up something and bring it back for us, if youād rather. Since youāre so busy, Mr. Businessman.ā Playfully, you let go of his jaw, and booped his nose with your pointer finger.
His eyes fluttered open. Corbeau reached for you, his chilled fingertips wrapping around your wrist. With a gentle tug, he pulled your hand to his lips.
Corbeau kissed your wrist first. His eyes fell shut again as his lips drifted over the soft skin there, moving upwards into your palm. Each kiss was slow, reverent, as if time had stopped, no longer a matter for the two of you. Moving up your palm, he took the time to kiss the pads of your fingers. Once he reached the top, he titled your hand forward, so that he could pepper his lips across each of your fingertips.
You werenāt sure what to say. The moment was soft, lying heavy in your heart, so you decided to stay silent.
Corbeau kissed down to your knuckles, the tip of his nose brushing the bone. Following one long kiss, he sighed, and rested his head against your hand, pressing his cheek against your fingers.
For a long moment he stayed like that, and you didnāt bother to move either, eventually closing your eyes as well.
āNo,ā Corbeau finally answered, kissing your knuckle one last time. āLetās go out for dinner. That sounds lovely.ā