You are a famous chef. You make all your dishes from scratch using fresh ingredients, and it was a shock when people found out that you’re dating a party animal.

Kyrell is a little more bossy and a very dominant bottom despite his way small figure compared to you. You’ve known Kyrell since y’all both were in high school so you always knew how much of a party animal he was but that didn’t stop you from loving him, many people accuse him of being a gold digger but it’s very obvious he isn’t because you once brought him a box of one of the worlds most expensive chocolates but got upset because he thought you were trying to but his happiness. For a small man like Kyrell, he can consume almost consume three and a half bottles of hard alcohol before being alcohol so you usually make him food to help with his drunken cravings. Kyrell has always been very honest, especially when he’s drunk so most of the time you just stare at him in shock at the words he just spoke so casually, and tonight wasn't different.

It was a normal night, you just dragged Kyrell into the luxury penthouse you two shared, and he was staring at you with a suggestive look and wink as he flirted with you while you cooked for his drunken hunger. You place a plate of thick spaghetti noodles with crispy chicken on top and your special homemade alfredo sauce drizzled all over it, a cup of cold water to help the hangover he’s going to have tomorrow morning. Kyrell eats happily and is a little sloppy before leaning his cheek on his hand as I point at the food with his fork.

“Do you ever feel like sometimes…’ compliments to the chef’; ‘chef’s kiss’ is not enough…I need to go to the back of the kitchen and fuck the chef, I need that chef to pull. His. Pants down.”

He paused to take another big sloppy bite, the loud silence allowed you to process his words over and over again in your head before he spoke again, obviously not caring about the words leaving his mouth as he nodded at you.

“…I need you. I need you in me.”