I'm dedicating this concept to @thors-soft-cheeks, the original plus size Thor appreciator!
Steve is an up and coming chef, just arrived in New York to be the head chef for Peggy's new restaurant. He specializes in French food and he's gained some recognition in culinary circles for his skill with flavors that just burst into your mouth. He loves cooking and he loves seeing that people enjoy his cooking. His food is often comforting and satisfying, as well as delicious.
After about a month or two of being in the area, Steve finally gets a chance to breathe. The restaurant was relatively steady, work was good, and the reviews were overwhelmingly positive. One day, a whim leads him to explore the area he's just moved to. There are some antique shops, office buildings, a tea room (which Steve plans on going to at some point), and of course, restaurants. Despite the fact that Steve is himself a chef, he finds himself curious about the competition. And even he gets tired of cooking all the time every now and then.
He finally stops when he happens upon a bakery. It's a bright, happy, colorful place, with various wares on display. Steve was expecting the usual; cakes, cupcakes, breads and the like. There were also, however, less common goods. Patisseries, opera cakes, macarons, petit fours, and more.
His stomach starts to growl in spite of himself. He walks into the store, which is bustling with people. Behind the counter, there's a broad, handsome, man with a smile as bright as the rest of his bakery. By the time Steve is at the front of the line, he hasn't even thought about what he wants to buy. The baker just smiles pleasantly at him. He's a fat man, his body round and soft. Flour was on his apron and a little on his face. His hair was tied back into a neat ponytail. He's beautiful and all Steve can think about is what it would be like to cuddle with him.
After a while, the baker asks Steve what he wants again. Steve blushes with embarrassment and orders two slices of opera cake. When Steve goes to leave, he asks the baker what his name is. The baker smiles and says, "Thor". Steve gives his name and awkwardly walks out of the store.
Going to the bakery becomes a regular occurrence. Every morning, Steve goes to the bakery and tries something different. He samples every bread, every dessert. His favorite thing, by far, is Thor's cakes. He's amazing at them, whether they're birthday cakes or more formal, classic cakes. They start talking on the slow days. Thor finds out that Steve is a chef. Steve finds out that Thor has a degree in multimedia communication, but became a baker because it was his passion. Thor finds out that Steve's parents wanted him to be a lawyer. Steve finds out that Thor is from Sweden.
One day, Steve walks into the bakery and someone new is behind the counter: a plucky young woman named Darcy. He tries not to be disappointed as he approaches the counter. Just because Thor isn't there doesn't mean that Steve can't get food. Before he can say anything, she stops him.
"You must be Steve," she says. She very noticeably checks him out. "Thor said he had something special for you in the back."
She opens the counter and leads him to the back of the shop. Thor is there, working on something new, a black forest gateau, a chocolate sponge cake with cherry filling. It looks delicious and decadent, even though it's clearly not done yet. Thor looks up and smiles at him, chocolate smudged on his face as he works on finishing the cake.
"What's all this?" Steve asks.
"This is a cake," Thor said with a cheeky grin. Steve rolls his eyes.
"I can see that," he replies. "What's it for?"
"That depends," Thor says. He steps back and Steve sees that Thor has written something on the cake with some of the red cherry filling in flowing script
Steve blushes and looks up shyly at Thor.
"This is a bit sudden," he says.
"Well, I got tired of waiting for you to ask," Thor replies with a chuckle. Steve laughs in embarrassment.
"Guess I deserve that," he says. Thor hums, his eyes bright and playful as he looks at Steve. "I'd love to go out with you, Thor."
Thor's smile grows as he comes around the table hugs Steve. Steve has to make himself not feel Thor's gorgeous, soft body. He pulls back and cups Thor's face in his hands. He kisses the man tenderly and Thor returns it, his lips soft and his mouth tasting like chocolate and cherries, a hint of what was to come.
"Now," Steve says as he pulls back. "How about we start with that black forest gateau?"
Thor smiles and grabs two forks. "I thought you'd never ask."
