In love with a chef
Requested by: @inhumanshadows
Request: Simon Spier x chef Male reader? So when Simon finally brings him over to study or hang, he notices Simon’s sister messing around in the kitchen and because Simon mentioned that his boyfriend likes to cook a bunch, she asks him to help her, he says yes only if Simon helps to and it’s just a big fluffy bonding thing?
“He's a Chef, Nora. He is also my boyfriend.” I told her as she began to jump up and down, clapping her hands whilst squealing. I will never understand why girls do that in total honesty. I ruffled her hair slightly with my right hand whilst we waited for him to turn up, my sister having some creepy need to interrogate him first. I put a hand in her left shoulder and she turned, giving me her full attention.
“Please don't scare him off, I've just got this and don't want to lose it this time.”
She nodded in response and stated that she was going to try and make raspberry and white chocolate muffins for a dessert for after the sweet and sour she is attempting to make for us all. Sometimes I think she's trying to over work herself but she always manages to pull through, I'm quite amazed and proud to call her my sister (But don't tell her I said that). She jumped up off of the seat and skipped her way into the kitchen where she started clattering the pots and pans around. The doorbell sounded not long after she left and I practically jumped out of my seat and sprinted towards the door, opening it with a gasp of air.
“Hey,” he said slightly awkwardly, staring at his shoes. He lifted his head up and his eyes widened as the sight of my face. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever? What's wrong?”
“I'm fine Y/n, seriously, just ran to open the door for you that's all” I said, blushing into the redness, half hoping the redness would disguise it for me.
We decided to make our way up to my room so we wouldn't be disturbed by anyone and we could get some peace and quiet. My main thought was how I wanted to kiss those perfect lips so badly and wanted nothing to ruin it. Our parents were out and it was just the three of us for tea so my sister claimed the whole of the downstairs, which was fine because that meant we would eat upstairs out of her way. We made it as far as the stairs before a loud crash and a couple of smashes came from the kitchen, followed by a low and quiet “ouch” from my sister. I gasped and ran as fast as I could to get to the kitchen to see if she was okay. To my surprise I found her sat in a heap, surrounded by broken glass and pottery from the plates. As soon as she saw me and told us she was fine she burst into fits of laughter. Her laugh was always contagious, causing us both to laugh with her. I quietened my sniggers as I grabbed the hoover and began to hoover up the mess from around her so she didn't cut herself.
“Would you mind helping me Y/n?” She asked slightly ashamed, “I can't understand the instructions much at all.”
“I would be honoured to help such a highly recommended new chef. But only if Simon can help too” Y/n replied, causing her to burst into a small scream of joy and a laugh from me. This is going to be a great bonding experience, I can already tell. (I have never cooked before).
Y/n looked at the recipe and hummed for a moment or two, everyone and then discussing where she has gotten up to.
“So if you keep a constant eye on that Simon can chop those few things and I can get some pots washed for you both.” He said in his sweet voice, sending chills down my spine. She nodded her head in unison with me as we both got straight into cooking. I started chopping some pineapple up on the green chopping board that was already laid out In front of me, trying not to chop my own fingers off in the process. Every now and then I turned to see Y/n with his hands in the washing up bowl, scrubbing away at the pots. My eyes would flicker down to his cute buttocks before I turned back to the pineapple. You/n finished washing the pots as I almost finished dicing up some onions, he dries his hands and then wrapped them around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder as I diced. I could feel the warmth of his body seeping through our clothes and the steady beat of his heart as we were still, it rapidly increased every time his hand moved even slightly on me, slowing again when he stopped. A small smirk appeared on my face before my sister turned to see us and giggled slightly.
“Get a room” she sniggered at us, causing Y/n to jump back in embarrassment. I told him it was fine and she admitted that she was joking to make him feel better. He looked at the recipe once more to announce that she only had to let it simmer for half an hour, stirring occasionally and adding some soy sauce in after ten minutes.
We headed up to my room once we could leave her to it and flopped onto my bed, I turned Netflix on to cause some background noise.
“Riverdale!” He exclaimed in my ear, I sighed slightly and turned it on to his episode which happened to be the same place I was at. He curled up into me, resting his head on my chest with my arm down his side. We lay there for a while until the episode was over and my sister told us that our food was ready. We got to my door before he grabbed my hand lightly, causing my to spin on my heels. His hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled my in slightly, moving them up to my face and kissing me. I was shocked at first but eventually melted I to it. Desiring more and more, knowing I couldn't have it. Not yet.
