Coffee Break [Reno x Reader]

“Reno?”

He stirred lightly, perhaps snorting just a bit. His arm draped lazily over the sofa as he moved.

It was only noon. He would totally be allowed to have extra sleep, right?

“Reno, get off your ass, come on.”

Ah, the voice of a beautiful angel.

Or is it his living alarm clock?

Perhaps a harpy straight out of the depths of Hades.

“Reno, it’s noon! You worthless piece of junk!”

He felt a light kick to his shin.

“Owww, fuck,” he moans, rolling onto his side.

“Reno, are you kidding me?”

He noticed your weight sink into the couch next to you.

And he smelt it, the heavenly aroma, the agreeable, delectable, delicious, luscious, entrancing scent belonging to the nectar of life he grew to love.

Coffee.

Almost immediately, the fiery red-head popped his head from the comfort of the couch. Indeed, there you sat, two cups of the ambrosia, the enticing steam greeting him for the coming day.

“Seriously, noon is coffee break,” you grumbled. “Not ‘I’m gonna sleep the day away, until my responsible girlfriend wakes me up.’”

Before he replied, he swiped the cup from your hands, inhaling the scent. “What, so I didn’t sleep well last night-”

“You weren’t out drinking, were you?”

He groaned. “No, I-”

“Were you out in any way?”

“Damn it, [Name], I already told you, no.”

“Then, were you sick? Do you have insomnia?”

Clearing his throat, he leaned in close, draping an arm over your shoulder. “Baby, if something was seriously wrong with me, I would have told you. I just honestly couldn’t sleep.”

You pursed your lips. Although a little unsatisfied with his answered, you decided to let it slide. You knew him well enough. He wasn’t going to tell you if you asked. It was best to let him on his own terms.

At least, he removed the lid, taking a moment to breathe in the fragrance. And the test? All the better; a little bitter kick to wake him up, milky smoothness, and your own added sweetness to it.

All in all, that was what coffee became to him; a symbol of you. He always teased you for your addiction, saying your blood was composed of the stuff. But, every time you brought him some of your specially made brew, how could he possibly say no?

He glanced over at you, eyes tracing the soft line of your jaw, watching as your eyes close, focusing on the taste and the smell. No matter how times you consumed your favorite drink, you always acted like it was your first time, all over again, like a little kid on Christmas.

And all he could do was smile.

You caught his eye. “Yes?”

With a little sigh, he leaned in closer to you, lazily draping an arm around you, absorbing your scent melding with the coffee.

“Did I tell you these breaks make my day?”

You blinked at him for a moment. “What is it, Reno?”

“Pfft, what are you talking about?”

“You’re actually paying a compliment without being an asshole?”

He scoffed. “And since when have I ever been an asshole?”

Concealing a chuckle, you softly pressed your lips against his. He hummed into it, tracing his tongue around the line of your mouth. The remains of the coffee coated his taste buds, coating his senses. It wasn’t just the coffee - it was you.

You both pulled away still keeping a close proximity to your face, his warm breath fanning over your moistened lips.

That was always something you both could look forward to.

And just like the coffee, you can’t get enough of each other.

You chuckled. “Ass.”

“Oh, shut up,” which he did with another kiss.