Cereal Milk (Riley Poole x Reader)
Summary: Riley makes a huge discovery, and to add on to it, he decides to make waffles and therefore creates chaos.
Warnings: A dick, nudity, and milk
Length: short-medium
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“Hey Riley... Morning.” I yawned as I stretched my arms.
Riley was just standing there, not saying a thing, his eyes as brighter than your future. He began to walk out of the room, and then came back in shortly with a jar of color-specked milk.
“So, yesterday, I realized that cereal milk is nasty but kinda good, so I took a bunch of Froot Loops and I put them into some heavy cream and let it sit.” He smiled brightly and looked at the jar.
“So what did you find?” I asked, scooting to the end of the bed to get closer to him and crossed my legs on the blanket
“I whipped the cream and made whipped cream, and it was really, really, really good!” He walked over to the side table and set the cream on it. He sat behind me and squeezed me from behind, and bear-hugged me. In my ear, he whispered, “I’m going to make waffles.” and ran out of the room.
I lay down for a couple minutes thinking how goofy he was acting today. He is really an interesting work of art. As I lay in bed thinking how this sarcastic and humorous man was sometimes plain tired, I heard a loud POOF and coughing.
I jumped up and ran out into the hall. What I found was not surprising at all for him. After all, this man-child was clumsier than a toddler.
Riley was sitting there, with flour covering his entire body.
“Help,” he meekly squeaked, “It’s in my eye, it hurts, I cannot see, and I feel like a human chicken tender”.
“All right. let’s go get you to the bathroom.” I guided him to the bathroom and helped him get into the shower. I took his shirt off and closed my eyes as I helped him with the other stuff.
“Are you closing your eyes right now?” He asked with a smile on his face.
“I’m trying to not invade your privacy, and besides, I don’t think I need to see your junk right now.” I smiled as I fiddled with his shirt.
“Okie Dokey,” He said, and as the shower began, I went to go rinse his shirt for the wash.
I finished washing his shirt and hung it up to dry so that when laundry day came, we would be ready to go.
“Ya know what, I’m gonna make some waffles for breakfast,” I said quietly to myself as I walked out the door, only to find a naked Riley in the hall.
“Hey, do you know where my towel-”
“AHH!” I screeched and covered my eyes. “PUT SOME PANTS ON PLEASE!”
Riley looked down, smirked, and hugged me
“I’m NOT your towel, get offa me!” I squealed, but then my face dropped.
“Your dick’s still out, isn’t it?” I whispered.
“Yup”
Let’s just say he cleaned up what was left of my last meal.
