![]() “It’s a surprise,” you hum quietly as you take the dish towel from where you’d tucked it into your belt, slipping it around Fives’s face and tying a loose knot at the back of his head. You knew he was wondering about the lack of evidence of anything dessert-related. ![]() He’d sniffed and sampled from every pot and pan to the point where you’d had to shoo him out to the living room so that you wouldn’t keep tripping over him in your small kitchen. As soon as Fives had come over to your apartment, he’d found you in the kitchen and had wasted no time investigating what you were cooking. He relents, but his eyebrow raises questioningly. He starts to stand to help you, but you place your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. You feel your face flush with pride as you gather his cleared plate and utensils in your hands, turning to carry them into the kitchen. I wouldn’t have waited so long to ask you out if I’d known I’d get fed like this.” “That was incredible,” Fives mumbles through his last mouthful as he sits back in his chair. Warnings: EXPLICIT (Minors, take a hike) - oral sex, fingering, language As always, thank you to the wonderful for beta-reading this for me! :) A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAAAAAY!!! Since our boy Fives is often headcanoned as the best p*ssy eater in the GAR, I figured it was time to give our boy his time in the sun, so to speak.
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