This post was heavily inspired by @nekokat42 and their incredible art of a (very very beefy) Asahi. I do recommend you check it out: Soft Asahi is my aesthetic!!
~Admin Emma
You woke to the soft sounds of acoustic guitar music and the sizzle of something in a skillet. At first, you were sort of confused–it was a day off for you, but you knew Asahi had to be at his bar at some point to accept deliveries and do some prep for that night.
“Wonder what time it is,” you murmured to yourself. You rolled over, checking your phone and groaning when you noted how fucking early it was. You weren’t surprised Asahi’s side of the bed had gone mostly cold–freak always was an early riser. “So much for sleeping in… damn internal alarm clock.”
You figured if you were going to be up and miserable, you could at least be up and miserable and caffeinated. You’d had a rough week, and you’d hoped that maybe you would feel better on a day off. No such luck, unfortunately. Honestly, you really just wanted to go back to bed with your boyfriend, but you figured he was up for good after taking the dog out.
The smell you were greeted with when you came into the kitchen was second only to the sight. The entire kitchen smelled like fresh pancakes, chocolate, and very strong coffee. Asahi was standing at the counter, fussing with something on the stove. At his elbow was a tray of the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes you had ever seen, a bowl of perfect strawberries, and a French press full of strong, dark coffee–just how you liked it. Asahi’s dog, Hime, was snoozing at his feet, and he had clearly just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still damp, thrown back into a sloppy twist at the base of his neck. He was still wearing his sweats and a loose-fitting tank top that hung from his deliciously broad shoulders. You were granted a tantalizing peek at the dimples on his lower back when he reached back to scratch absently at a spot on his spine. He looked so… soft, and he was humming along to the song playing on his phone. Bathed in the warm sunlight of the early morning, he looked almost golden. He was so beautiful… and you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around his middle.
He startled a bit when he felt your face nuzzle into his broad, chiseled shoulders. You chuckled, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades; “Morning, handsome. This all for me?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he said, holding one of your hands and moving it to his chest. You could feel his strong, steady heartbeat under your palm, and his skin was still warm from his shower. “I know you’ve had a rough week and I wanted to… I don’t know, treat you to something nice. Hence the tray.”
“Awww, babe. You made me breakfast in bed,” you cooed playfully. You rested your cheek against his back, letting your other hand migrate under his shirt. You felt the muscles jump under your fingers as you dragged your nails through the small trail of dark hair under his belly button.
“Well, you’re out of bed, so it’s more breakfast-on-tray now.” You could almost hear the precious pout in his voice. He sounded so petulant… it was actually pretty cute.
“I mean… I don’t have to stay up,” you said, plucking a strawberry from the tray and popping it in your mouth. It burst with juice and flavor; the moan you let out was borderline obscene. “This is the best strawberry I’ve ever had, by the way. Positively sinful.”
Asahi turned towards you, a smirk playing on his lips; “Come here, you.”
He gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. You let your eyes slide closed as he dragged his tongue along the seam of your mouth, licking the stray strawberry juice that had smeared there. You parted your lips, and he gladly accepted the invitation. He pressed his lips against yours; like always, he was infinitely gentle but there was the edge of something more there, like this barely-contained power that always strained just under the surface. You had to rub your legs together when he sank his hands into your hair, his thumbs caressing just under your cheekbone. You felt breathless, and you could feel the impatient edge to the small nibbles against your lower lip.
“What do you say to breakfast and… going back to bed?” Asahi purred against your mouth, curling his body around yours to hold you closer.
“The bar?” You were practically gasping for air, between his proximity and his heat and the smell of his soap and aftershave… Despite his gentle nature, he was completely overwhelming.
“Tanaka can accept the delivery, and Noya knows that stockroom better than I do… the place will survive without me for one day.”
“Hmm… hard to resist such an appealing offer,” you teased, tapping your lip as if in thought.
Asahi pulled you closer to him, cradling the back of your head as he bent to kiss you once more; “So don’t.”
Um, LOVE!!! Adult Asahi is my jam, seriously loved this! If you feel inspired, a sequel with sexy time would be awesome!!
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