#surprisedessert

You’ve heard great things about a new restaurant that just opened up and decided to try it with one of your friends. She’s been raving about it for a week so you decide that it was your job as a foodie and a best friend to have a meal with her there. You called in a reservation beforehand knowing you wouldn’t find a table if you had just walked in. It’s a fancy style restaurant so you both must dress up before you get there. You dress to impress in a black dress that stops mid-thigh and shows just enough cleavage to be classy, not trashy. You wear natural-looking makeup, silver jewelry, and black heels. You’re ready to leave after your friend gets dressed, which ends up being similar, but with more color.

When you arrived, you gave your name and they seated you at a table for two. They offered you wine, to which you declined since you were driving, and took a menu instead. You glanced it over until your eyes landed on a dish suitable for your cravings that night. You had thought about getting steak or lobster, but decided on chicken carbonara. When your friend had decided on a meal, you both ordered the meals of your choosing and waited for it to arrive.

“It’s really nice in here, don’t you think, Y/N?” Your friend, Jisoo, looked around the room. You had to admit, it was gorgeous in the restaurant. The lighting was just light enough for you to read the menu, but still was ambient and warm. The layout was designed well and there was enough room to walk. Your waiter could have come over a little more often to check on you and the decor could have been a little more expensive looking, but other than that, everything fit the theme and aesthetic well. The ultimate test would be the food since everyone raves about how delicious it is.

“I have to admit, Jisoo, it is quite nice here,” you replied before sipping on the water you had ordered.

Jisoo looked around for any sign of the kitchen, but realized in such a fancy restaurant, you wouldn’t be able to see it at all. “I was really hoping I could see what the chef looks like. I heard he’s really handsome. I don’t know how they got so lucky to see him since he must be so busy in the kitchen.”

“If the food is good enough, maybe we won’t have to pry him from the kitchen,” you retort. You understand what it’s like to be pulled away from your job to have someone complain that you’re not good enough at the job you’ve just been pulled from. It’s incredibly annoying and puts a damper on your whole mood. However, you’re no stranger to letting a chef know if his skills need improving.

“Y/N, please don’t make a scene. This is an incredibly popular restaurant. Do you even realize how many eyes would be on us if you bring the chef out and complain at a popular place like this? You know how much I hate drawing attention to me like that.”

“Oh, yeah. Says the girl wearing a bright, cherry red dress. Give me a break, Jisoo. If the food is bad, I’d be doing him a favor by giving him a few pointers. I won’t be rude, just honest.”

Before Jisoo had time to say anything, your food had arrived. Both dishes looked appetizing so you at least had something good to say about it already. You rest a napkin in your lap and get your silverware ready to try some of the pasta you ordered. You first took a bite of the vegetables that were mixed in which were clearly roasted and seasoned. They could use a bit more seasoning as they were a bit bland, but figured the sauce would help with that. You tried a bite of the chicken and were displeased when you had to continue chewing for what seemed like a minute because it was so dry. How could such a popular chef make such a mistake? McDonalds tastes better than this! You find yourself losing patience, but make a last effort at saving the whole dish. The meal you ordered is pasta, so you hoped that at least the forefront of the whole meal would be good. You rolled the noodles around your fork and collected some bacon bits before taking a bite. The bacon was cooked properly much to your surprise. It wasn’t overly crunchy, which you hated, but most importantly, the noodles were slightly mushy. You couldn’t believe that a restaurant and chef so renowned would dare to serve food that was prepared wrong. Almost everything was wrong.

Jisoo could see on your face that your meal wasn’t prepared well enough for you. “Y/N, how’s your meal? I really like mine. It’s really good,” she boasts, trying to keep your attention away from your own meal.

“I’m glad yours is so good. I wish I could say the same for mine.” You push your meal aside until your waiter finally makes his way over to you to see how the meal was and if you needed anything. “Excuse me, sir. This isn’t very good. The pasta and chicken are both overcooked, and the vegetables are bland. I’d like to speak with the chef that everyone rates so highly.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Let me see what I can do for you,” your waiter says before scurrying away nervously. About ten minutes pass and you’re finally greeted by your waiter again. “You can speak with the chef closer to the kitchen. He can’t be gone from his post for too long, but has agreed to talk with you about the preparation of your meal. If you will follow me, I can lead you to him,” he offers.

Jisoo whines, “he won’t even come out here? How am I supposed to see what he looks like now. Y/N, why are you leaving me?”

“I’ll be right back, Jisoo.” You follow the waiter and he takes you to a man wearing an apron. You assume this must be him and you decide to eye him up since you heard that he was so handsome. He was handsome indeed. He had sharp features and his lips looked soft. He was skinny, but looked toned from what you could see. The waiter introduced you to the chef and left the two of you alone to go about your business.

“It was you who said my cooking was less than spectacular? Everyone loves my cooking, so please, tell me what was wrong with your meal,” the man started, “or did you just want to meet me so badly that you needed an excuse to bring me away from my kitchen.”

You couldn’t believe how arrogant he sounded. Was he really treating a customer this way? “I understand you’re proud of being a chef, but there’s nothing to brag about when you can’t even cook chicken carbonara right. The noodles were mushy, the chicken was dry, and the vegetables were hardly seasoned. I wouldn’t want to brag about that if I were you, and I’m definitely not satisfied. You’re probably not even passionate enough about cooking to even being saying those kinds of things, especially if you think I took you away from the kitchen just to take a look at you. If anything, I’m doing your customers a favor by pulling you away from the kitchen.” You couldn’t believe that you ranted like that, but you wanted him to know that he shouldn’t boast when he has little talent for cooking and he definitely shouldn’t assume that you only wanted to get a good look at him.

“You’re a feisty one aren’t you. I’m offended that you think my cooking doesn’t satisfy you, but I’ll do something special to make it up to you. I will personally cook the same meal for you, but you have to come over to my house to eat it. I work well in my kitchen here, but I work even better in my kitchen at my apartment,” he offers.

Was he really offering a chance to go to his apartment? Who does he think he is? Who does he think you are? “And why would I want to go to your apartment? What’s so special about this deal?” You thought about actually going. You wanted to see just what kind of person this chef was.

“You’re being invited to the apartment of a famous chef who will personally cook you dinner. It’s a once in a lifetime chance here. You see, I don’t like to let customers leave unsatisfied, and I think I know just the thing to please you. So will you come to my place?”

You pause and think for a moment. He’s right, I mean, what do you have to lose? By the end of tonight, you’ll acquire two free dinners and a handsome face to look at for a whole night. “Fine, where exactly is your place and when do you want me to come over? And what’s your name?”

“Kihyun. What’s your number? I’ll text you everything you need to know.”

It’s been a few days since you had gone to the restaurant with Jisoo. Kihyun texted you his address and told you to dress like you did when you went to the restaurant which was odd, but you decided to obey. You showed up to his apartment in the same outfit. Kihyun opened the door for you and invited you inside. You looked around and noticed a very clean, quaint apartment with a delicious smell floating through the air.

“It’s almost done. You can make yourself comfortable,” he tells you, focused on the meal he’s finishing up. You notice that he’s set the table and it looks very modern, which suits him. You sit down at the table and hang your coat over the back of the chair. You look up and watch Kihyun finishing cooking. His silhouette looked very charming from behind, especially with his apron tied around his waist. You made no effort to snap yourself out of your lust driven thoughts, until he turned around and caught you staring.

“Maybe we should open up a view of me in the kitchen at the restaurant so all my customers can see how I cook. I’d get more money if they all had heart eyes as big as yours right now,” Kihyun said with a sly smirk. You tried to think of a witty comeback, but your thoughts wouldn’t collect themselves quick enough so you admitted defeat on this one. He took both plates from the table and plated the food on each, making it look fancy. He placed your plate in front of you and sat down with his. You glanced up at him while you took your silverware in your hands and tried the vegetables and chicken. You looked up at him and he could definitely tell that you were pleased with his cooking.

“I’m assuming your needs are met now?” He attempts to boast, but you won’t let him get off so easily.

“Kihyun, I haven’t said anything. Nor have I gotten to the pasta yet.” You shut him down before swirling the noodles on your fork the way you did in the restaurant. You picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. You couldn’t believe it. This was the same dish prepared by the same man and they were completely different. This one had all the components that you wanted in the first dish.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” He looks at you smiling, knowing that he did a good job.

“Yeah, this is actually quite good. How did you fix the recipe?” You wonder if he spent a lot of time on it, trying to perfect each element you criticized.

“A chef never reveals his secrets,” he teases. You both finish your meals while talking about your lives. You had a pleasant conversation with him and admired him for the way he talked about his restaurant. Your opinion of him had changed since before. He wasn’t the cocky Kihyun you met in the restaurant that night. This Kihyun had more soul and depth. You wanted to know more.

“I said a chef never reveals his secrets, but you’re in luck. I’m going to tell you one of mine. When I first saw you, I was stunned by your beauty, Y/N. I wanted to invite you here and cook a meal that would surely satisfy you. Truthfully, I didn’t cook your meal at the restaurant. I’m training a chef and he obviously failed. I’m glad you took my offer for this dinner.”

You were at a loss for words. He was hitting on you! Suddenly you forgot about his attitude before. All you could think about was the heat rising in your core from the way he talked about you. You crossed your legs tighter under the table and your eyes darkened. Noticing the way your eyes twinkled, he knew that it was time for his final trick of the night.

“Are you ready for dessert?” he asks, deepening his voice.

“You made dessert too? What is it?”

He chuckles and looks at you, his eyes so intense they could burn right through you. “Oh, doll.” He stands up and walks over to you, bending down on his knees. “My dessert is you.”

Before you can react, he pulls your head down to meet his and kisses you passionately. The only thought you could muster was how his soft lips feel against yours. His hands cup your face and his thumb rubs your cheek gently as he kisses you slowly, enjoying every minute. His tongue slips in your mouth and wrestles with yours as his hands slide up your bare thighs. You knew what was about to happen. You wanted it. You wanted to feel him against you and inside you. You needed this. His fingers creep up your leg and push your dress up. You spread your legs and move his hand to your core. He pulls away from your lips and smirks.

“You’re so wet for me already. You’re such a good girl, wearing this dress like I told you to. Good girls get rewarded,” he says as he rubs your clit through your panties. You lean back in your chair and let out sharp breaths. He looks up and watches you in satisfaction, grinning. He moves your panties to the side and teases your pussy with his finger. You look down at him as you whine and bite your lip. Noticing that you’re ready for more, he pulls you to the edge of the chair and begins to lick your clit. You move your hand to the top of his head and grip his hair within your fist. His tongue alternates between flicking your clit and rubbing around it in circles. Your breath hitches when you feel his finger enter your pussy and curl, hitting just the right spot, and thrusts it inside you relentlessly. You moan as he pleasures you and teases you with his tongue. He pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue, licking up any amount of cum you might have already released. You writhe at the different feelings he’s giving you, but you want more. You tug his hair hard and pull him away from your pussy. “Baby, it feels so good, but take me to your bed.”

He looks up at you confused. “You were behaving so well. Ordering me around is a bold move; one that you’ll have to pay for, my dear.” He grabs your neck and stands up, bringing you with him. Your panties fall to the floor and he walks you into the bedroom. His hand is gentle, but you can definitely feel the pressure of his finger tips in just the right spot. You walk backwards until you fall on the bed behind you. You look up and wait for further instruction, being very aware of your actions. Kihyun wanted you to be submissive. He was in control and wanted you to know it.

“Take off your dress and bend over. Bad girls get spanked.” You slip your dress off over your head and throw it on the floor. You turn over onto your stomach and stick your bare ass in the air. Kihyun slaps your ass hard and watches you wince. He spanks you again in the same spot. You flinch and whimper at each spank he gives you. Both sides of your ass are flaming red, getting 5 hard spanks on each side.

You lay on the bed taking a break and feel Kihyuns lips press the back of your neck. He kisses it gently before sucking and nibbling on it. “Kihyun, what are you doing?” He continues to nibble for a few more seconds, leaving a hickey.

“No one will be able to see the pretty marks I made on your ass, but I want everyone to know you’re mine now.” He goes back to sucking on your neck and you sigh. “I’m going to let everyone know how good you taste,” he groans breathlessly against your skin before nibbling at it again. You bite your lower lip as he continues to leave hickies on your neck. The thought of having him again and again almost made you cum at the thought of all the fun you two could have. Kihyun unzipped his pants and slid them down before stepping out of them. You lean up on your elbows and look back to see his hard cock spring out of his pants.

Eager to have him inside you, you whine, “please fuck me, baby.” 

Wasting no time, Kihyun slid into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “Oh my God, you’re so damn tight,” he groans. He felt so big inside you, stretching your pussy. You grip the sheets on his bed within your fists as he starts pumping into you. You hear him groan softly which makes you tense up at how sexy he sounds. He moves his hands to your waist and uses you to help himself pound deeper. You moan in ecstasy as he quickens his pace, digging his finger tips into your skin leaving little bruises.

“Mm Kihyun, it feels so good,” you murmer sexily in attempt to turn him on with your words. You realize it works when he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back. He looks at you and smirks as he pounds harder. You put your hands on your ass and spread yourself further so he can get as deep as possible. Your loud moans and his low grunts filling the room harmoniously.

He reaches his hand around to your clit and rubs it in a soft, but quick motion. You could feel yourself coming undone. “Oh God, yes,” you scream, filling the room with the sexiest sounds Kihyun has ever heard from anyone. He loved listening to the way you moan for him and the way you became needy from his touch. He continues flicking your clit with his fingers and your pussy clenches around his hard member.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” he grunts, pounding relentlessly into you. You scream in pleasure as you feel yourself close to releasing your juices around his cock. In no time, he has you coming undone and writhing underneath him.

He backs away from you, a groaning mess, and jerks himself off. “Get on your knees. Here’s your dessert,” he manages to get out between his heavy breaths. You do as you’re told and open your mouth to receive his hot cum. You take him in your hands and twist his member gently while you help him. You stick your tongue out and press his tip against it just in time for him to release his juices into your mouth. He lets his head hang back and grunts. You make sure you squeeze every drop out of him and put your coated tongue and mouth on display for him to see the masterpiece he created.

“Swallow,” he says in a deep voice. You listen to his command and use your finger to clean up the cum that didn’t make it into your mouth. You suck on your finger as Kihyun lays down on his bed.

“You can stay here tonight if you want. It’s getting late and I don’t want you in any danger. Plus, I’ll make you breakfast.” Your face lights up at the thought of waking up next to a man who wants to keep you safe and call you his. You’ll wake up to a homemade breakfast made by a talented chef, your new personal chef. He takes your excitement as a yes and pats the bed beside him. You crawl up into the bed and lay next to him. He pulls you close and wraps his arm around you, giving your head a place to rest.

Suddenly you have a thought, a new reason for spending the night in this mans bed. “I’ll stay under one condition,” he looks at you in confusion. “I’ll stay if we can have dessert before breakfast.”

He chuckles at your comment and nods his head in agreement. “Uh oh, I gave my baby girl a sweet tooth.”