A/N: I've argued with myself if I should give a mature warning for this. It's not a smut (calm down), but it's close. Lol
So here's your mild ⚠ mature warning ⚠ ;) Enjoy
*Y/N's P. O. V.*
"Time for me to get my favor back, Jimmy boy. Cancel everything you have for today and come over. No buts, love." I typed and sent the text to my...boyfriend? partner? colleague with benefits? owner? lover?...I actually don't know what to call him, but there's definitely something between us.
Labels are overrated anyways and it doesn't bother me whatever this is called. What matters to me is I'm the ONLY person who's this close to him - well, maybe except his two husbands namely Sebastian Moran and Sherlock Holmes.
"This better be worth it, darling," Jim replied and I'm just glad he didn't decline - weeeeell, he couldn't anyway even if he wanted to.
He promised me a special favor, any favor, that I want because of what I did last week. It was very much well-earned anyway because if it wasn't for the decision I made then, we'd all be buried deep underground already. It was almost a failed mission on our part, but I luckily did something to prevent us from failing and now I have this golden reward.
And I'll make sure to make the most out of it.
Jim arrived at my villa after an hour from my invitation. As usual, he's wearing his signature Westwood suit, looking like he's about to launch a multi-billion business to the world, while I on the other hand, looked like a goddamn mess. My hair is up on a messy bun and I'm just wearing an oversized shirt which now that I think about it, was probably his. On top of this, I have a dirty apron on.
"I should have told you not to wear that," I told him and he looked at me in disgust.
"You look like you're a toddler that was left in the kitchen unsupervised," he commented, "Do you just want me to babysit you, love?"
"No, because you're about to look the same as this," I told him with a smirk and took the clean apron from the counter, "Take off your coat, roll out your sleeves, and wear this," I said, throwing the apron at him.
"Oh, kinky," Jim grinned at me and I blushed, but rolled my eyes away.
"Shut up," I stated.
"Didn't know you're up for role-playing, Y/N. You could have told me way earlier and spice up our nights more," Jim winked at me.
"You stop it!" I said playfully, "We're not fucking, we're baking! Come here," I ordered him to follow me back to the kitchen.
"Nothing's stopping us to do both, doll," I heard him whispered which just made me laugh.
This is us. This chaotic relationship is what I live for and I couldn't have enough. Back then, I thought no one can get to Moriarty and build a strange relationship like this, but I proved that wrong. He tolerates my antics so much and I don't think people know how special that is. I can be sassy with him, I can be annoying to him, I can be aggressive with him, and I can be possessive about him without triggering him to kill me. I don't understand what I have and what I did to him, but I'm glad I got to this point. Literally no one else in this world can be this playful to him without getting tortured in some shape or form.
We arrived back at my huge and very messy kitchen and I could feel his judgement coming. Jim's a very organized and clean person when it comes to physical things and he'd probably hate to be here.
"I'm actually impressed on how dirty you made your kitchen, love. You obviously don't belong here," he commented.
"I'm taking that a compliment, but shush. You're going to help me bake a cake," I told him seriously and he stared at me.
"Let me get this straight..." he started, "I gave you a very special and valuable golden favor that you can use for anything...absolutely ANYTHING...and you use it to invite me over to bake a cake? Is this cake the key for world domination?" he continued, genuinely confused.
"Well, would you have said yes to this if you didn't owe me a favor?" I asked.
"Absolutely not." He answered while taking off his coat. Jim threw it on a chair before rolling up his undershirt sleeves and also opening up some top buttons, before throwing in the apron on top. I didn't actually picture this before and seeing him like this in front of me was surprising. He look like he could actually pull off being a house husband...a HOT house husband.
"Exactly my point," I replied, just staring at him and appreciating this goddamn charming man.
"Out of all things, why a cake?" he asked while looking over at the ingredients on the table.
I looked at him and assessed if he's joking or not, but I could really see that he's lost about my logic for this.
"It's your birthday, dumbass," I said and he looked at me in surprise.
"Oh." He obviously didn't know, "Is it?"
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" I stated while shaking my head, baffled that he missed this.
"Well, if it is, why am I baking my own cake?" he goes back to being sassy with me. I knew he'd find a way out of this, but I'm letting him escape.
"This is kinda my gift to you," I answered, beginning to organize some stuff on the table, "You're the man that can have everything and anyone in the world so I have to think of something to give you and obviously, this could be something you've never experienced nor done before, so, here you are, love." Jim just stared at me and I waited for him to laugh mockingly, instead, he chuckled sweetly, "Besides, you love my baked goods. Might as well teach you how to do them before I get killed in this world or something."
"Nothing's going to happen to you as long as you're with me, love," he said in a lot more serious tone and I do appreciate that.
"Weeeeeell, I mean we almost died last week sooooo, I'd press 'x' to doubt that," I said with a laugh and he did give a 'Touche' expression, "Okay, enough talk. I'll prepare the dry ingredients and you handle the wet ones," I said and it's too late when I realized what I have said.
"Does that include you?" his low and growly voice sent sparks all over my body and the way he looked at me like a prey almost sent me off. I felt my face burning and I had to hide my excited smile away by biting my lip.
"Moriarty, I swear to god," I warned while laughing, "Behave!" I said, leaving him there to get the other things we need.
Jim laughed and thankfully he followed what I said before the tension get to us. We started working on this special cake and I had also put on some classical music to be played in the kitchen. Jim look like he's having fun and I was delighted to see that. I thought he'd just see this as boring and nonsensical, but he's trying for me. Again, I'd assume I'm the only one that can see this.
We continued to work and I directed him on what he's doing while I cut some fruit slices to put on the cake. Being the clumsy person that I am, the knife slipped and I made a cut on my finger, "Goddammit," I winced in pain and as a first response, I put the injured finger on my mouth and sucked on it. A few seconds later, I noticed Jim was intensely staring at me and I decided I tease him more. "What?" I said in a flirty manner, showing him more what I'm doing with the finger in my mouth and I think the blood he can see was adding more to the tension.
"You better stop if you want this cake to be baked, love," he warned and I laughed at him. After teasing him for a brief moment, I washed my wound and wrapped it with a bandaid.
"Are you done with that?" I asked him, wondering what happened to the sugar icing I made him do. I walked over to his side to check and I'm actually impressed with how his work looks.
"Wanna taste it?" he asked, getting a teaspoonful of it. He was about to feed it to me but Jim swerved his hand away and he's actually the one to ate the icing.
"You're such a child," I playfully said, but I already decided I need to taste that batch.
I pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply. At this point, I know how this man kiss me and guaranteed, I'd be able to taste that sweet icing from this. I played around with him for a few more seconds - feeling his tongue and lips - before pulling back.
"Hmm, tastes good, love. Good job ---
Before I can say anything more, I knew I've pushed him off the edge. Jim lifted me up and put me on the table in front of him and he stayed between my legs. He's leaning close to me too and I can hear those sexy breathing of his.
"You're walking on thin ice here, love," he growled, adoration and lust are screaming from his eyes.
"Well, let me dive head first in the cold waters then," I winked at him, already giving in the urge for him as well.
Now that he got the consent he wanted, Jim let loose. He kissed me again, but also stopped so abruptly.
He took a whole strawberry not far from our hands and hovered it over on my mouth, "Hold it with your teeth and lips. Don't drop it nor bite into it, or else you'll regret it, Y/N..." he instructed as he put the soft strawberry on my lips. His deep voice and dark stare really does work when he wanted to assert dominance.
I held the strawberry in place, softly holding it with my lips and front teeth, but I already know this is about to get harder as we stay like this longer.
Jim reached for the whipped cream and slowly squeezed some over the strawberry, then my lips, going down to my cheeks then neck. He absolutely knows the trail to my sweet spot there and I'm not sure if I can hold on to this damn fruit if he started to go down to it.
He was silent and so am I, but our heavy and eager breaths were filling the kitchen. Jim started to lick the whipped cream over the strawberry and my lips. His tongue running over my lips was enough to push out a moan out of me and my mind was already about to give in when he licked the trail down to my neck.
He absolutely knows how to please me. His small kisses, his tongue maneuvers, and the way he gently suck on my neck was enough to make me whimper and crave for more, so much more. His hands were tightly gripping on my thighs too which were ever slowly sliding upwards. Everything he does was sending electrifying sparks on my body and I'm about to lose it. The added challenge of not biting nor dropping the strawberry had made this whole lot harder and hotter too.
I actually didn't want him to stop, but I'm thankful that he did, because I know if he continued on, I was about to bite down the strawberry on my lips just so I can moan out his name.
"Good girl," he whispered against my ear and went back to my lips, biting the half of the strawberry and leaving the other half for me.
At this point, I know we're both deep into it and we cannot stop until the knots on our stomach are released, "You might be right, nothing's stopping us to do both," I said and he lifted me up again.
"I'm always right, love. Always," he said as he walk us to my bedroom.
I guarantee it, it's going to be a long day for us.
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A/N: Looool. I knoooow, this was like the most sexually intense scene I have written so far. I hope it's alright haha. I'm really not good at writing smut soooo this will do for now.
Of course this is birthday related because it's our Andrew's day! October 21st. ✨
