Baking
Uvo’s large footsteps down the hall signal his return and you run out of your room into the hall to greet him.
“You’re back!” You greeted him with excitement and he turned to face you. He looked tired but smiled nonetheless, grasping for your hand and pulling you into him for a crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck before he moves to give you a light peck.
“Break it up, you two. I’m tired and you’re in the way.” Nobunaga chuckled, hand absentmindedly resting on his sword. He looked shattered, large bags under his eyes, hair slightly messed from what looked like a scuffle. It was then that you noticed that Uvo’s knuckles were scraped and he had a few bruises.
“We’re you fighting?” You looked between the two with a pout.
“Not with each other. You should see the other guys.” Uvo chuckled before setting you down on the floor and moving aside to let Nobunaga retreat to his room.
“Let me make you some calming tea before you sleep.” You offered and the two grunting in appreciation before retreating to their rooms.
You hurried to the kitchen, making the tea and placing it on a tray along with a few cookies to snack on before they slept, you doubt they’d eaten properly while they were gone so some sugar would probably do them good. You could make them something more nutritious when they woke.
You carried the tray down the hall, gently tapping on Nobunaga’s door. He answered, now dressed in long pyjamas and a nightgown. He rubbed his eyes sleepily before smiling at you.
“Thank you, Dear.” He yawned, taking the cup and one of the plates of cookies. You wished him a good sleep before he shut the door and shuffled further into his room. You then went to Uvo’s door. You knocked gently and he grunted in response. You waited a moment before realising he wasn’t going to answer the door so you went in yourself.
The room was dark, his hulking silhouette hid by the covers. You placed the tray down and picked the cup and plate up, carrying it over to the nightstand.
“Here’s your tea. I brought some cookies too.” You whispered and he rolled over to face you.
“Come lay with me.” He grumbled, lifting the sheets. You get a wave of warmth from him and you moved to slide in beside him without hesitation, settling into his arms as you enveloped you. He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and your hands came up to play with his mane of hair. He sighed happily into your skin and you chuckled.
“Your tea will get cold.” You hummed, nudging him gently. He groaned in disapproval before reaching across you, feeling for the cup and pulling it back to him, sitting up to chug the drink down it one before placing the cup back and resuming his previous position. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, snuggling into him as you felt him relax into a sleep.
You stayed by his side as he slept, your fingers carding through his unruly hair. The heat he produced was comforting and you soon found yourself struggling to stay awake. As much as you would love to stay, you didn’t want to miss making dinner. Reluctantly, you untangled yourself from him, shuffling to the end of the bed and tip toeing out of his room.
You stretched as you walked into the kitchen, running your fingers through your hair as you looked through the pantry and fridge. You settled on making beef and broccoli stir fry, it was nutritious but light on the stomach. You planned to make brownies after dinner anyway that would be more filling if anyone was still hungry.
You got to work, slicing the beef into thin strips and chopping the broccoli. You put them all into a wok along with the cooked noodles when you felt strong arms snake around your waist. You looked up as Uvo rested his chin on your head, his chest pressed against your back. It was clear he’d just woken up.
“Hey you.” You smiled, leaning back into him as you stirred the food in the pan. He hummed in reply snuggling into you.
“You weren’t there when I woke up.” You almost could have mistook his tone to be laced with a hint of hurt if it wasn’t for his teasing smile.
“I needed to make dinner. I knew you’d be hungry when you woke up.” You smiled to yourself. The scene almost seemed domesticated if it wasn’t for the fact that your job was to indulge the Troupe. You almost felt your smile waver before putting your thoughts aside.
“Hmph.” Uvo gruffed and you turned to face him.
“Someone’s grumpy when they first wake up. How about you help me make some brownies after dinner and I’ll give you all the cuddles you want?” You smiled cheekily, watching his face perk up at the suggestion before he nodded eagerly.
“Go get the others for dinner then, it’s ready.” You chuckled, watching him scamper off like an excited puppy before dishing up the food and setting them on the table.
Dinner went by quickly, Uvo making quick work of his food before side-eyeing everyone into finishing theirs in a timely manner so you two could be left alone. You were washing up when he came up behind you, his hands sliding down your arms, clenching his hand around yours gently to stop your task. His breath was hot as it fanned against your neck and you shuddered.
“I missed you when I was gone.” His gruff voice sounded against your ear.
“I’ve never opened up like that to anyone before the night we spent together. I feel like you get me.” Uvo hummed as you leaned back into him.
“I missed you too, big guy. It was quiet without you around.” You chuckled as he pulled back to give you space to continue your task. You hurried to finish before turning around and face him.
“Brownies?” You questioned, walking to the pantry.
“I could think of something much sweeter to eat.” He looked at you with a predatory gaze that made your cheeks flush before he held his hands up and chuckled.
“Just kidding, let’s bake.” He smirked as you attempted to subdue your blush, gathering the ingredients.
Baking with Uvo went... surprisingly well. He listened to your instructions and even cleaned up any mess he made. You chuckled as he stood up from putting the tray in the oven and walked over to him.
“Hey, lean down.” You stood in front of him as he did what you asked. You brought your hand up to delicately brush away some flour that had gotten on his face, smiling softly.
“Aw, I thought I was getting a kiss.” He pouted and you placed your hands daintily around his neck.
“I never said I was finished.” You murmured, and he wasted no time in enveloping you in his arms and kissing your intently.
His hands encompassed your waist, walking you back until you hit the counter gently. He brushed is tongue across your bottom lip; pleading for entrance and you granted it to him with a soft whine. His tongue curved around your own and you felt dizzy at the taste of him. He was intoxicating in all the best ways. He moved to scoop you up, placing you on the counter top and moving himself between your legs. He broke the kiss to speak.
“I’ve been craving to do that since I left.” He sighed and you pulled him back in, your fingers tangling into his mane and tugging lightly, earning a growl from him as he moved to kiss at your neck.
You gasped his name, feeling arousal spike between your legs and whimpered as he slid his hand down to your breasts and squeezed lightly, smirking against your skin as he felt your nipples harden under his touch.
“Seems like you’ve been craving it too.” He murmured, looking up to see your flustered face. Your lips were red and wet from your heated make out session, nipples perked and begging for attention and Uvo only imagined how ruined your panties were. He licked his lips before kissing you once again and you allowed him to devour you.
His deft fingers came down you rub between your legs, his thumb pressing deliciously against the seem of your jeans as it pressed directly on your clit. You whined against him, shuddering as he moved to undo your jeans, practically ripping the zipper to reveal your lace panties. He bit his lip as he took in the view, deft fingers sliding into your jeans and rubbing against your panties, nipping at your ear when he felt wetness on his fingers.
“So wet already, just for me.” He whispered in your ear and you shuddered, rolling your hips against his fingers.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.” He whispered gruffly as he kissed your neck and you responded by mewling quietly.
“Use your words, Kitten. You want my fingers?” He teased and you nodded quickly.
“Yes, yes, please!” You cried against him and he chuckled as he pulled your panties to the side, watching wetness spill out onto his fingers. He moved to run his finger up your slit, moving to suck his finger and groaning.
“You taste amazing, Kitten.” He moved his hand back down, one of his large fingers entering you as his thumb rubbed your clit gently. Your head fell back and you bit your lip to avoid making too much noise, whimpering as he added another finger.
The obnoxious squelching of his fingers stretching your pussy filled the kitchen and you could already feel the slight pain of having two of his fingers inside. You wondered if you’d ever be able to fit his cock. Uvo pressed lazy kisses to your neck, fucking you open with his fingers before slowly adding a third.
“You’re doing so well for me. You’re so tight, Kitten.” He nipped your neck gently, moving down to lift your shirt and free your breast from the confinements of your bra. Your nipple hardened, his hand wrapping around your breast before greedily sucking your nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over it teasingly.
The timer went off with a shrill ring, signalling that the brownies had finished cooking. You felt Uvo retract himself from you, placing your breasts back into your bra and pulling your shirt down before he licked his fingers clean and helped you button your jeans.
“The brownies are going to burn.” He commented with a smirk as you slowly slid off the counter, legs wobbling slightly as he crouched in front of the oven and took the tray out.
“They look good but I doubt they’ll taste as good as you.” Uvo teased as you glared at him playfully.
“You big meanie!” You huffed, moving to place the brownies on a cooling rack.
“Come on, Kitten, don’t be mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around you.
“You better.” You grumbled, knowing you’d have to have a cold shower later.