#chef!techno

“I’m home!” You bellow through the house listening to see if there was any reply, your shoulders slumping when you didn’t hear one. He must still be at work, being head Chef at his own restaurant sure is a time fuck.

You practically ran to change into one of his T-shirts before binge watching Netflix shows, you hadn’t expected to fall asleep. You didn’t even feel that tired. Just like Techno hadn’t expected to find you asleep either, he had almost tripped over your bag when he walked through the door finding it right where you had left it.

You stuff was strewn all over the floor including your uneaten lunch. He sighed looking down at it then back to your sleeping figure with a shake of his head he closed the door quietly and made his way to the kitchen.

Techno grumbled to himself continuously as he cooked you some food, different ideas of how to get you to eat your food at work floating through his head as well as how to punish you for not doing it in the first place.

He stared at the empty space on his wrist, his entire arm was tattooed except for that space. He was still thinking of what to fill it with, for a while, ever since he met you. He was thinking it’s the perfect space for ‘Sugar’.

He finished cooking the chicken and rice, the perfect amount of nutrition for a day of no food. Techno knew he couldn’t let this go on much longer, it wasn’t serious right now but it could turn into a big problem if he let it. This was his responsibility, he thought, it was his job to keep you well feed and happy. There was no way in hell he’d let something like this slip through his fingers so easily.

He padded over to your sleeping figure caressing your cheek while encouraging you to wake up. You did so with a groan. “Hi baby,” You smile sleepily.

“Sugar.” His stern tone and sharp face had you waking up quickly and sitting up just the same.

“What?” You asked so innocently, so sweetly that he almost didn’t want to punish you.

“What’s this?” He asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice though you knew not to play with him right now. His tattooed hand held up your full to the brim lunch box.

“Food?” You smiled joking sheepishly. He didn’t seem to find it very funny, grabbing your wrist and gently dragging you to the kitchen. You finally got to get a good look at your man to find him in his button up white shirt from work, it was open and exposed his strong chest beautifully. That’s not what caught your attention. It was the no trousers and no boxers.

He sat, bare ass to chair, in all his glory and raised a pointed finger in your direction before gesturing you forward. You did, fuck of course you did. And he was rough, his brow furrowed as he lifted your dress and ripped your underwear clean off your figure flinging it somewhere in the kitchen that neither of you paid attention to. Too busy focusing on him pulling you to him and pushing you down on his throbbing cock.

He loved the first gasp, the first moan knowing damn well that it was him that caused it. “Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled apart the fabric covering your chest, his thick fingers wrapping around the straps of your bra and ripped dress pulling you so close to him you could feel him in your throat.

His tatted hand gripping your jaw and turning your head until your eyes landed on the plate of food on the table your boyfriend had so lovingly cooked for you, “you’re going to finish every mouthful of this. The longer you take to eat the longer I get to torture your sweet sweet cunt.” He said placing a light peck just below your ear, that’s when you felt the metal against your skin.

Handcuffs. “Oh and you don’t get to cum until the plate is empty.” He said thrusting up sharply, watching you sob in pleasure, a thin coat of sweat glistening on your skin while you tried to blink away your deliriousness.

With a growing smirk he picked up the spoon and collected some of the food, bringing it to your lips. “Open up for me Sugar.”

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You loved your chef, everything about him, regardless of how silly it was. Like when you woke up at eleven pm expecting to feel your human radiator laying next to you. Instead you heard low singing downstairs, you proceeded to slip on his dark blue short sleeved t-shirt leaving your necklace hanging out, that ring dangling on the end of it.

You tiptoed down the stairs hearing slow jazz music flowing through the house, a small knowing smile tugged at your lips. You leaned against the doorframe gazing upon your lover. His hands rolling a ball of cookie dough as he stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen. A soft sigh escaping your lips, you knew him cooking late at night meant he had something on his mind. Something bothering him, but you’d talk about that later.

“God I love you standing in my kitchen,” he muttered, his heart skipping a beat seeing you standing there in his shirt. A sight he’d seen a million times before and yet it’s always the first time again. You looked so perfect, his eyes flickering to the ring hanging around your pretty neck. His hand twitched wanting to be wrapped around it instead.

“Our kitchen.” You raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. Taking a minute to look him over, you see his hands covered with cookie dough, his hair pulled back into a bun. And god his eyes, you could stare into them all day and never get bored of looking. But what catches your attention most of all, he’s wearing nothing but the ‘I love me some sugar’ apron you got him for Valentine’s Day.

His reason? Because he “Didn’t want to make a mess Sugar, speaking of come here,” he beckons you over and there’s no way you say no when he looks so so so delicious, you let him tug the shirt from your body, “don’t wanna ruin that shirt,” he grins from ear to ear chucking it across the kitchen. “Taste this for me,” he slips a finger into your mouth humming when you suck the sweet cookie dough off his skin.

“So sweet.” You purr, going to suck his index finger next, a groan slipping out of your Chef when you blink up at him.

He has to be honest he was so shy and reserved before you met, you’d guided him to become the scoundrel he is today. You seem to bring out the very worst in him, he can’t help himself when he’s around you. Before meeting you Techno would never in his wildest fantasies be standing in a kitchen with nothing but an apron on with his fingers, in anyones mouth, let alone yours.

“You gunna finish making these cookies or what?” You had giggled. His face contorting in adoration at the sound. He washed the rest of the dough off his hand and turned back to the worktop.

He can’t help but feel the stir in him when he picks up the knife to cut more chocolate up. Something else he’d never imagined would get to him in this way, you didn’t even know yet, no not yet another time.

You pressed your bare chest to his bare back, wrapped your arms around his body and slowly slipped your hands down, slithering them underneath his apron. He grunts as you grip his hard cock in your hand. If he was honest he’d been hard the second he saw you standing there. Your lips pressing kisses across his back as you move your hand up and down, and up and down, and up and down…

“Yes, just like that Sugar,” makes your panties instantly drenched. You continue to pump him, his knife discarded on the the work top as he hunches over slightly. God you loved it when he was vocal and by the sounds of the sinful moans dripping from his gorgeous form you could melt into a puddle of want.

“Just,” a grunt of frustration caught your attention, his large hands removing yours, “just let me,” he turns grunting again, his hands under your arms pulling you up and placing you on the only free space of the worktop, “fuck. Yes.” He groans pulling your underwear to the side and pushing inside you, his head falling to the curve of your shoulder.

He went still inside you, muttering something under his breath like, can’t cum yet, pussy so good, Techno pushed a piece of chocolate into your mouth moaning as he kissed you. “Tec please, please move. Need you to fuck me,” you begged and he complied letting his hips move against yours.

You suckled on the sweet chocolate, whimpering around it. His hot cock fucking into you so hard your delirious, your head lolling back letting your hands fall with you. Please please please.

“I know Sugar, I know. I’ve got you.” Techno gets a grip on himself for you, he has to for you. He can’t drown in the pleasure that is your delicious cunt just yet. He wants needs to make you cum, to drench him first and foremost. And he does, he makes you cum hard until you see a plethora of colours explode behind your eyes. Only then, only when you’ve been utterly spent does he let himself go, filling you up to point you feel heavy.

“Come back to bed?” You ask clinging to him.

“Always Sugar.”

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