Hi ! I can't wait to see your writings, KnB imagines blog give me life 🌸 Can I request a fluffy scenario of Mukkun and his gf having a lazy cozy date at home on a raining day ? Lazy dates with coffee and cuddling in blankets are so my aesthetic Thank you in advance 🌸
Hi there! Imagine blogs give me life as well ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿ if not for them I wouldn’t have created this one! And you just came here with all of my loves (☉∀☉) Murasakibara, coffee and cuddling （●＞ω＜●）I love this request too much!! Thank you for sending it!I’m very sorry for my lateness (TдT)I hope you like it ☆
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The sounds coming from the television weren’t enough to block out the noise that the drops of rain did whenever they hit against the living room window; not that you minded. In fact, from your spot on the couch you paid more attention to them than to the movie playing out before you — maybe a romance? There was a couple in it but you couldn’t bring yourself to remember their names. You clasped your hands around the the mug Murasakibara had brought over from the kitchen and took a sip of the coffee; both flavor and warmth came to you at the same time — the aroma was alredy perfect, but tasting it made you palate tingle with sensation. However, the hot beverage didn’t suffice your need for something that could warm you.
You wanted something — no, someone — else under the covers with you, wanted the strong but gentle embrace of arms surrounding your body, wanted to feel a stable heartbeat under your hands. You call out to the only one who you can think of when needing those types of touches.
“Atsushi!” his first name spilled from your lips and, even after so many times you’ve had said it, you couldn’t not think about how perfect it still sounded. “Why are taking you so long?” you drag out the end of you sentence, slinding a bit more down on the couch while holding the mug on a tight grip “Get here alredy!” you sounded like a child even to yourself, making your voice resonate to the kitchen. You froze, maybe you are indeed acquiring too many of his habits. Shaking the thought off, you raised to your feet and put down the mug, letting it on the coffee table and making your way to your kitchen since a response didn’t came to your ears.
Your socks weren’t able to completly protect your feet from the cold floor on your way to the kitchen, making you walk a bit fast to avoid the chills that, in the end, runned above your skin. You holded the door frame, glidding your fingers on the wood surface and letting your eyes survey the room.
And there he was, sat on one of the chairs that always seemed a bit too small for him. You couldn’t see his face, for he was turned to the oven — always too focused while baking something — but it was impossible not to recognize the purple strands of hair that slithered down the hand he was using as support for his head. You made your way across the kitchen, encercling his shoulders with your arms as you could, savoring the moment with grace — who knew when a possibility like that would come again!
“You know that they don’t bake if you keep looking at them, right?” your voice was as loud as a whisper, breath caressing the spot behind his ear as you brushed away some strands of his long hair. He barely moved his head from the spot on his hand to look over at your face.
“But ____-chin!” he protested, the lazyness never abandoning his tone “I want to eat them alredy.” despite his imposing size and immeasurable strenght, you thought, he looked very cute when he mumbled like that. You kissed the subtle pout that started to form upon his lips. You left his side with hesitance and stood close to the stove, having turned your back at him, you didn’t perceive when a small amount of pink dusted his cheeks, too briefly to notice when you looked back at your boyriend’s face.
“I called you over because I wanted to be with you, and not stay alone and cold while you wait for cookies.” you said, grabbing the timer on the cabinet under the sink besides the stove, an idea crossing your mind. “I’ll put the timer here, we go back to the living room, stay nice and warm, and when they’re ready, we get up and come here to eat ‘em. Alright?” you asked, unable to notice the way that the smile that graced your lips made his heart pound a bit harder against his ribs for a moment.
“Okay…” he rested his head against his arms on the table, voice low and devoid of the usual suspicion he would display.
“For how long have they been in there?” you inquired, holding the white timer in between you hands while waiting for his answer.
“Since forever.” he sounded truly frustrated but you couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape through your lips. “Are you laughing at me, ____-chin?” he raised an offended eyebrow at you and your expression is quickly modified to something at least close to seriousness.
“Of course not!” you answered, putting up an equally offended act. You put the timer to go off in ten minutes, resting it upon the table Murasakibara almost tries to lay on and hold his wrist up to you face so you could kiss the space above his veins. “Come on, lay with me. I will get up to take them off of the oven when they’re ready.” the bargain reached his ears like witchcraft and, in a split second, he was up and walking away from the kitchen with his big hand in yours. The triumph expanded in you chest, the reassurance that you’ve had learned how to handle him. How to use the bargaings on your side.
The couch, unlike the kitchen chair, fit perfectly your body between his legs with the blanket over you both. Despite the coffee having alredy run cold, and the movie being too long forgotten to be able to watch and understand, just having his arms around your waist and holding his hands in yours, head rested on the space between his shoulder and neck — oh, it was all marvelous!
And, just like yourself, Murasakibara was content enough with the warmth of your skin and the stead moving of your chest as you breathed to utterly forget about the oven. In the end, he loved thoses days as much as you.
And loved you, above anything else.
