#fluffs

Synopsis: Michael B. Jordan loves to cook — but what he loves even more is making you laugh, even if it means cutting all the onions himself.

Warnings: Fluff · Soft Domestic Romance · Kisses & Touch · Onion Tears (literally)

Note: I hate onions — but I love soft fluff, so here we are! Hope you enjoy this little piece of domestic sweetness :) 💛

You always knew Michael could cook — like, really cook. But what you didn’t expect was how much he’d enjoy doing it with you.

Most nights, when you came home after a long day, he was already in the kitchen. Music playing low, candles flickering, the whole apartment smelling like garlic and rosemary. He’d greet you with that warm smile, a soft kiss at the corner of your lips, and his usual:

“Hello, darlin’.”

Tonight was no different — except he wasn’t letting you off the hook.

“You’re helping this time,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a kiss on your shoulder. “No more sitting there sipping wine like you're the queen of the castle.”

You tilted your head. “What do I get if I help?”

Michael grinned, that familiar sparkle in his eyes. He kissed your lips — slow and teasing — before whispering,

“You get dessert before dinner... if you’re good.”

Your eyes landed on the cutting board.

“Wait. Is that... an onion?”

He held up a knife like a peace offering. “Just half. You do half, I’ll do the rest. I swear.”

You picked up the knife dramatically. “You owe me big time.”

“Always,” he said, already laughing.

Not even thirty seconds in, your eyes were stinging, and you were blinking like crazy.

“Michael—”

“I got you, I got you,” he said between laughs, wiping your eyes gently with his thumbs. “You’re so damn dramatic... but so damn cute.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips — soft and slow, the kind of kiss that made your shoulders drop and your heart flutter.

“Come on, hop up on the counter. I’ll handle the rest. You just sit there and look pretty.”

You let him lift you up, legs swinging as you sat on the cool marble. He went back to chopping, glancing up at you every few seconds — just to smile, just to look.

Every now and then, he’d lean over to steal another kiss. Or rest his hand on your thigh. Or whisper something that made you blush.

And there it was — your kind of evening. A little spice, no onions, and the man you loved cooking dinner like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Being with Michael felt easy. Felt warm. Felt like home.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

*starts shaking*

-I say, lying

I feel like he'd be more of a bratty sub who's all sassy until you're there to punish him and he turns into putty in your hands ^^

Brat!sunoo who would be a little too touchy with you all day, leaving lingering touches here and there then acting innocent.

Brat!sunoo who's all talk until you're on top riding the life out of him, the sweet moans and groans leaving his lips were like music to your ears.

Sub!sunoo who gets all whiny when you edge him for being such a brat, tears brimming at his eyes.

Sub!sunoo who begs you so sweetly just to let him cum, the cutest "p-please..fuck!.." leaving his lips in whimpers.

Sub!sunoo who would be in HEAVEN when you finally let him finish.

Sub!sunoo who let a strained moan slip through his lips as ropes of his warm seed shoots inside you and fills you to the brim as you ride him through it.

Sub!sunoo who would let you snuggle him close and fall asleep in your arms, safe and sound >.<

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Okay..... I imagined this would happen someday. I blame Tiktok for recommending me BJHM related videos and reminding me of my love for the show.

Heres the fan art i made after a long time plus the dandys world show watermark thingy