❀ { kiss the kitsune } ❀
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54745114 koinosuke x reader • romantic fluff • gift for @notnezzy <3
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Finally, the workday was over. Your job had been more demanding than usual today and had left you with an overwhelming sense of fatigue. You wanted nothing more than to change into some comfy clothes, grab a snack, and feel your loving partner's arms wrap around you. Unfortunately, Koinosuke's hours at Nanba Prison were lengthy and unpredictable, which meant you'd be left to your own devices for at least a few more hours.
As you fiddled with the keys to the apartment you both shared and turned the handle, you were greeted with a sight that evaporated all the day's stress in an instant. There in the corner of the kitchen, with a ladle in hand and the other resting on his hip, was your boyfriend Koinosuke. His white hair was tied loosely behind him with a thin ribbon and he was wearing the customized "Kiss the Kitsune" apron you had gifted him for Valentine's Day. As you set your bag down, Koinosuke turned at the gentle noise and immediately set down his cooking utensils with a smile. He quickly glided past the dining room and scooped you into a tight, warm embrace. You both sighed happily in unison.
"My dear, I have missed you all day." He spoke with an airiness to his voice. His hands shifted to better cradle you while his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but melt into his touch and laugh quietly.
"What are you doing here, babe? Thought you had work."
"I decided to take the day off to treat you, love. And by the looks of it, I made the right decision." His eyebrows drew partly together, indicating his concern as his dark eyes scanned your features for more signs of weariness. "Long day?"
"How could you tell?" You remarked with a wry grin as Koinosuke's head tilted knowingly to the side.
"Are you really asking me that? I know you better than anyone, and I pride myself on that fact." The man exhaled as he took his hair down, letting it cascade down his shoulders and back, taking full advantage of how much he knew you adored the sight. "Which is exactly why I've already centered the evening around you and your comfort. Just let me take care of everything."
With that, he planted a supple kiss on your lips and twirled you around, leading you to the sofa in the living room. He motioned for you to sit down, and as you did he could be seen lighting the candles that were perched on the console and end tables in front of you. The smell of cardamom and amber swirled through the atmosphere while Koinosuke stood up behind you and rested his lithe hands on your shoulders. You let out a deep breath and allowed yourself to sink into the plush fabric of the couch, tilting your head back to look at your partner through lidded eyes.
"Massage?"
A chuckle escaped from your lips almost in disbelief. "Are you an angel?"
"I should be the one asking you that." Koinosuke leaned forward and whispered into your neck in between kisses. "You are what I've been waiting for my entire life, the sole reason I can sleep in peace and wake in bliss. As close to perfection as a human could ever be."
Everyone knew Koinosuke was a romantic, you more than anyone, but this was different...this love bordered on veneration. His careful grip on your shoulders stiffened and slacked with the rhythm one would use to recite a prayer. His deft fingers ghosted over your collarbone with affection and reverence, the kind Galatea surely experienced from humble Pygmalion. Although, instead of being a creation of his own, you were a work of art solely by your own efforts. For someone like you to be in his life, to be in his home, to be his...was a miracle in and of itself. Surely he must have done something right to have been blessed to share his existence with you, and now that he had you Koinosuke would make sure to worship you forever.
Once all of your achiness had been rubbed away and you were lying comfortably on your back, Koinosuke unrolled the oversized crimson blanket that was at your feet. He had insisted on buying it when you both went shopping for the apartment, and even though it was somewhat impractical you were glad he got it. It was a beautiful cashmere that effortlessly covered both of your bodies, and the color only added to its luxury. You watched as your partner was swathed by its velvety fabric and as he crawled over your frame on the couch. God, he was so weak for you. You could see it in the way his pupils dilated and hear it in the way his breath picked up. You could smell it in the shampoo he switched to because it was your favorite and taste it on his lips that spoke your name like an orison. You could even feel it as your hand reached up to his chest to feel just how madly his heart was beating for you.
He closed his eyes and shuddered as his head fell forward, causing a few pale strands to gently slide onto your face. You laughed at the ticklish sensation and tucked some of his hair behind his ear to better view the blush creeping onto his features. Koinosuke was just about to go in for another kiss and cuddle you for the rest of the evening when you noticed that his apron was still tied securely around his waist.
"Koinosuke? Weren't you making something when I came home?"
The man paused and laughed but with a slight sense of nervousness. "I was...but I was already finished by the time you came back, you see. Besides, I can't focus on anything other than you when you're with me, so it was only natural that I stopped."
You swooned for probably the thousandth time that evening but managed to focus the conversation back on your boyfriend's cooking before you forgot again. "Sooo...what's on tonight's menu then?"
Koinosuke leaned back so he was no longer on top of you and averted his eyes. "Well, it was supposed to be miso soup but-"
"Oh, that sounds delicious!" You beamed before rising and slipping out of the blanket. "Warm soup and snuggles with my partner after work? I must be the luckiest person on the planet, hehe."
"I was thinking the same thing..." Koinosuke gulped as he trailed after you and into the kitchen.
"You really didn't have to treat me to all this, Koinosuke." You spoke as you grabbed a bowl from the overhead cabinet. "It's enough that I get to come home to you every night, but I can't say I don't enjoy the extra pampering, hehe."
Your boyfriend nodded in anxious agreement as the pit in his stomach got heavier, and he couldn't help but shut his eyes and turn away as you lifted the pot lid.
"Um, is this it or...?" Your eyebrow quirked upwards in confusion. What sat before you was a murky, brown concoction that had no vegetables, no tofu, and miraculously no moisture anywhere in its composition. You picked the pot up and shifted it from side to side, watching as the sludge oozed along and stuck to the sides of the container. "I take it this isn't exactly what you were going for-"
"Please, love. I'm embarrassed enough." Koinosuke whimpered as he held the neatly folded apron an arm's length away. "I don't deserve this treasure anymore, I'm unworthy of it. In fact, I'll never set foot in our kitchen ever again-"
"Woah woah woah, slow down babe!" You panicked as you put the pot back onto the stovetop. "No one is mad, okay? I could never be upset at you, especially after all the trouble you went through for me today."
The pitiful man in front of you sniveled as his shoulders slumped in defeat. "But it's not even soup anymore! I thought I was following the recipe down to a tee but it ended in disaster..."
"And that's fine! Koinosuke please, it's going to be alright, I promise." Your hands outstretched to cup his dejected face and only then did his woeful eyes meet yours. Before he could get another word in, you pressed a deep kiss to his lips that had his eyebrows knitting together and his hands clutching at the apron he now held close. It was breathy and drawn out, but you knew this was the only way for him to stop degrading himself and actually listen to what you had to say. When you finally broke the kiss, Koinosuke was a blushing mess with a vulnerable expression and a rapid heart rate to match.
"Listen. I know you wanted this dish to be perfect, but just because it wasn't doesn't mean that this evening was any less enjoyable. It's moments like these that make our nights especially memorable, and I wouldn't trade this experience or you for the world."
"But, dear I..." Koinosuke started but paused as he saw a pout begin to form on your face. His heart ached at the sight, so he decided to choose a better set of words for you.
"...Thanks. For everything, for all of this." He sighed, setting the apron on the counter behind him and wrapping his arms around your torso. "I tried my best and it didn't work out, but you help to remind me every day that it's human nature to make mistakes, and that that's okay." His eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you closer so that your forms were flush against each other. He nuzzled into your skin and peppered kisses wherever he was able, all the while running his thumbs on your back in a soothing rhythm. You had never felt safer, and while your hearts' had begun to beat at the same time, something else had synchronized between you.
A mortifyingly loud grumble erupted from your stomachs simultaneously, and you both couldn't help but let a few giggles escape.
"Wanna get takeout, tonight?" You said in between chuckles.
Koinosuke looked at you through watery eyes with a grin so wide that it made his cheeks sore. Whether those tears were from laughter or his love for you wasn't important right now. What did matter was that you were his and he was yours. He wiped his eyes and kissed you before cracking up again.
"Yeah, takeout sounds perfect."