A/N: Hey guys! I’m a new wlw reader-insert blog and this is my first post. It’s pretty short, really just something to showcase my writing style to hopefully interest some of you guys into following and/or sending in a request. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!
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“What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m baking a cake.”
Hana stood in the middle of the kitchen, flour all over the counters and floor and frosting smudged across her cheek.
“And why are you making a cake at-“ you look over to the microwave and read the time, “at three twenty in the morning?”
Hana shrugs and hops up to sit on the counter.
“I was hungry, why else would I make a cake at three a.m.”
You sigh and walk over to stand between her open legs, your hands resting on her bare thighs.
“Why’re out of bed baby? Thought you would be passed out for the rest of the night after all our fun.”
She smirks as she wraps her legs around your waist.
“I got a desire for something sweet and you were asleep so-“ Hana’s arms come to wrap around your neck, pulling you in close, “I had to make do. But since you’re up, maybe I can have a taste of what I was actually craving.”
She pulls you in further and you know she wants you to kiss her but there’s still frosting lingering on her cheek, so you move in to lick it off in one swipe.
She laughs loudly and presses on your shoulder to back you up and wipes at her cheek.
“God that was gross.”
Your eyebrow quirks in amusement.
“Gross? I’ve literally had my tongue down your throat and I never heard you complain before.”
Her face shades a soft pink and she mumbles a shut up and you let out a laugh at how flustered she is.
“You’re pretty cute when you aren’t an annoying little shit y’know?”
She lets out a noise akin to a raspberry crossed with a gasp.
“I am not cute!”
“You so are.”
“Am not! I’m a badass!”
“And your little bunny logo totally proves that.”
Silence.
She looks at you thoughtfully before nodding.
“Maybe not, but my totally badass meka does.”
She smiles at you like she’s won and you roll your eyes.
“Who says you can’t be a badass and cute at the same time?”
She goes to say something but pauses as she considers what you said. She’s quiet for a few seconds before finally speaking.
“Just shut up and kiss me already.”
Laughter bubbles out of your mouth as she pulls you into her and you’re smiling into the kiss until she nips at your bottom lip. A gasp leaves your mouth and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.
You press into her, yours hands wrapping around her waist to pull her towards you and her legs tighten around you. Her lips leave yours and leave a trail across your jawline and down your neck, biting and sucking to leave bruises in your skin.
“Hana...”
You sigh out her name and you can feel her smug smile pressed into the skin of your neck. One of your hands leave her waist to tangle into her hair and yank back. A moan leaves her mouth and you trap her bottom lip between your teeth before pulling back slightly and letting go. She’s immediately back on you, lips connecting. You trail your hands up her shirt, fingers tickling her ribs and she jerks in your hold, a giggle falling from her lips. Your kisses turn messy, trying and failing to hold back smiles. Your hand trails down from her chest to the waistband of the boxers she’s wearing, finger tips dipping just under, when the smoke alarm rings. You jerk away from each other and she’s quickly hopping off the counter and rushing to the oven, curses leaving her mouth the whole time.
Somewhere in the apartment you can hear your dog howling at the alarm and you rush to turn it off and quiet them down before someone calls the cops or fire department.
The smoke is aired out and the burnt mess of a cake is sitting on the stove. You’re surprised it hasn’t burst into more flames from the glare Hana is giving it.
You wrap your arms around her from behind, chin rested on her shoulder. You hear her sigh before speaking.
“This is all your fault.”
“What? How?!”
“You seduced me and made me forget about the cake.”
She’s turned to look at you, her bottom lip jutted out just slightly and you know she’s trying not to pout.
“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who kissed me.”
She backs out of your arms and crosses her arms across her chest as she looks you up and down.
“See that’s where you’re wrong. You came in here practically begging me to kiss you. So, you started it.”
“Oh really now?”
You’re stalking forward, backing her against the counter. You bracket her in, your arms braced on either side of her against the counter.
“Yes really.”
Her arms are around your neck again, her lips ghosting over yours.
“And you might as well finish it.”
