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writingsbychlo · 4 months ago

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SPOILT AND CHERISHED | DRACO MALFOY

SUMMARY: draco malfoy has a tendency to buy his way into people's hearts, and you want him to know that it's not necessary. WORD COUNT: 1582 NOTES: specially to match up with my girl @prythiansprincess because we both know just how much draco loves to use his money as foreplay.

Draco was stressed, you could tell from the persistent tapping of his fingers against his thigh, and the twisting of his signet ring around his middle finger, and it amused you to no end. Slipping your hand into his own, he redirected his attention to you, a smile forming on his lips to hide the frown he’d been wearing, and he leaned closer to press a kiss into your hair.

Perhaps you should put him out of his misery, but this was a lesson, and one that he had to learn. It was a mentality you’d been chipping away at with him since the day you’d met, long before you’d even started dating, and that was one simple thing: Draco Malfoy did not need to buy love, he was worthy of it without any money at all.

He’d already more than spoiled you this Valentine’s Day, between the surprise weekend trip to London he’d paid for, and the beautiful customised luggage bags he’d presented you with to pack for the trip, it was enough. Yesterday morning, you’d woken up surrounded by enough presents to almost conceal the silk sheets, and his promises about the day ahead. On your joint hands, the promise ring he’d bought you to replace last year’s bumped against his.

And now, seemingly out of presents to push into your hands, Draco had decided that it wasn’t enough and he needed to treat you to a shopping trip along the London high streets. The problem was that you refused to indulge this behaviour, to let him think this was how he needed to maintain your affection.

Bringing up your clasped hands, you pressed a kiss to each of his knuckles. “Isn’t this nice, Dray?”

“Yeah, nice…” He mumbled, wrapping your joined hands around you tighter and pulling you into his body. “Do you want to go in here?”

Glancing up at the jewellery shop before you, your eyes skimmed across the displays of glittering diamonds in the window, making sure not to linger on anything in particular, knowing his gaze was on you. Finally, you hummed, shaking your head. “No, I think I’m good. You already got me a lovely necklace this morning.”

He sighed roughly, dragging his free hand through his hair. “Yes, but that was just a piece I pulled from the Vault, I didn’t buy it. I should’ve bought you something new, something more special!”

His voice hit a new high, and you took pity on him somewhat, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I tell you what, though, I am getting a bit peckish with all this walking. How about we find a little coffee shop somewhere?”

He brightened at that, even just marginally, and nodded his head. Stealing a kiss from your lips, he once again began to guide you along the bustling streets, until you came across a quaint-looking café and stepped inside. The smell of roasted coffee beans and sugary pastries filled your nose, and you spotted a table in the far corner. “Do you want to go and sit down? I can order, and—”

“No, love. I’ll order, go and get comfy.”

“Just a coffee and a muffin, okay?” You watched his gaze flicker over the display cabinets, and he hummed noncommittally as he sent you on your way. Making your way through the crowded room, you secured your seat in the back corner by the window, sunlight filtering through across the wood of the table. Tucking your bag into your side, and shucking off your coat, you were just getting settled when Draco made his reappearance.

He placed down a steaming mug in front of you, and one in the spare seat designed for him, alongside a paper bag holding what was definitely more than just the one muffin. Taking it from him and opening the top, you raised a brow at him, and he fixed you with an innocent look as he blew the steam off of his latte. “What? You didn’t say which one you wanted, and I didn’t want to guess.”

“You know what my favourite is.”

“At Puddifoots, sure. Not here, I thought maybe you’d want something new.” He smirked, like he’d won a Quidditch match, and you plucked out his favourite and offered it to him. A lemon muffin, one he accepted happily, peeling back the wrapper as you selected a chocolate one. “Are you having a good day?”

“Yes, of course I am.” You smiled, “And I’m having a lovely weekend too.”

“Are you sure? Because if there’s something else you’d rather—”

“Draco.” You quieted him, taking his hand across the table and encouraging him to put down his drink so you could hold the other too. Squeezing his hands in yours, you hoped he could read the earnestness on your face and trust in it. “I am happy, wherever we are, just because I’m with you. I need you to understand that. It doesn’t matter how much you spend on an activity, or whether we spend all weekend sitting in your dorm back at Hogwarts, I’m happy just because we’re together.”

His throat bobbed, and he shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable as his hands twitched in your own. “I know, love, but I still want to treat you.”

“But I don’t think you do know, Draco. Listen to me, I don’t want you to buy me lavish presents like this, or feel like you have to spend your fortune on emeralds and diamonds for me.”

“So you don’t like your gifts?” He pressed, and your shoulders slumped. “I loved my presents, Draco. They’re gorgeous, and I love being here in London, you know how much I love it here. You did everything right, baby. But I just need you to understand that it isn’t the gifts or the trips or the money that make me want to be with you, and I want you to stop worrying and just enjoy the day. Enjoy being with me, like I enjoy being with you. I love you because you’re Draco, not because you’re Draco Malfoy.”

He blinked at you, several times in confusion as he processed, before a shaky breath left his lips. “I know. I get it, and I understand. But it’s just…” His words trickled out, frustration lacing his tone, and he took a deep swig of his coffee, wincing as he swallowed the hot liquid. “I want to look after you. I rely on you to even function. I love you so much it hurts, and I know if you left me I’d fall apart. I need you to need me like that too. I need you to rely on me, to want me, and you don’t, because you’re so strong and wonderful. But if I can’t… if I can’t even spoil you on special days, what else do I have to give?”

“Yourself.” Your words rushed out, “Draco, I need you like that too. You’re the only person I want to see when I’ve had a hard day, you’re the only person who can comfort me when I’m upset, and you’re the only person who I want to be with all day every day because you make me feel calm and safe, and happy.”

“But I like to buy things for you, too.”

“And you still can, Godric knows you’ve got the money for it, Dray.” At that, at least a small smirk took over the sad frown on his face. “If it makes you feel any better, you can buy me more of my essentials. I’ve been needing a new lipstick. I’m not saying stop buying things for me, Draco. You like gift giving and I like getting gifts.”

Leaning in a little closer, Draco followed suit, his nose bumping yours across the table. Dropping your voice down to speak again, you made sure it was just a whisper between the two of you;

“And, you know what, Dray?”

“What?” He murmured, eyes slipping closed as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I’m pretty sure spoiling me turns you on.”

“Oh, it does.” He breathed out, sealing the words with a kiss to your lips this time. He tasted like coffee and the sour sugary lemon of his cupcake. “Getting to spend my money on you, seeing you wearing the clothes and diamonds and pretty things I buy you, I love it.”

He sinks back into his seat as you watch, a matching blush on both of your cheeks and a warmth in your eyes that would carry the two of you through the rest of your day and back to your hotel room later tonight. “Good. But stop stressing over whether it’s enough. Spoil me for the sake of it, don’t spoil me to buy my affections, because you already have them. When you buy me something, just let it be a gift, okay?”

Somewhat reluctantly, he nodded, his fingers tapping an irritated rhythm on the top of the table before his palm at last fell flat. “Okay.”

“I love you, Draco.”

He smiled at that, the pink on his cheeks deepening. “I love you too, mon amour. Now, will you please let me spoil you some more when we leave here?”

“Sure, as long as you know they’re just empty gifts.”

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. “I saw a shop a few streets back that would really be a gift to both of us if you’d wear it later…”

“Now you’re talking.”

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy/reader #draco malfoy/you #draco malfoy #slytherin boys

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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SOMETIMES I LONG TO EAT YOU UP ; RYŌMEN SUKUNA

synopsis; sukuna doesn’t tell you that he loves you. he cooks for you, instead.

word count; 6.0k

contents; ryōmen sukuna/reader, gn!reader, househusband!sukuna, no curses au, fluff fluff fluff!!, sukuna is Whipped bc i say so, (he bullies you a bit but he does so lovingly), lots of cooking and descriptions of food, implied reincarnation au if you reeaalllyyyyy squint (but feel free to ignore it if that’s not your thing!!), reader is a silly goose, sukuna vs human emotion (he loses), he’s ooc but he’s Free

a/n; >:3 is anyone shocked….. that’s right. ari is in fact capable of writing for characters who aren’t stsg….. this one has been in my wips for Many Months now but i finally finished it!! i just think being in a nice warm kitchen could fix him. (super cute dividers by @/enchanthings !!)

sukuna doesn’t tell you that he loves you.

throughout the years you've been together, it's something you've grown used to. words like love must feel foreign in his mouth — even more so when they slip into the air, voiced, manifested.

discomforting, if the crease between his brows is anything to go by.

he only says it under certain conditions, little moments here and there, all of them memorable; a particularly sentimental midnight drive, that time you broke down sobbing into his chest after a rough day, the night he proposed. and so on. little moments, precious moments, few and far between.

that’s just how sukuna is. unaccustomed to being loved, even more unaccustomed to being in love. swallowing the words down, afraid of what could happen if he spoke them aloud, through more than a mere whisper. as if they could burn you.

you don’t mind, because you know him. and you know that he loves you, even if he doesn’t say it nearly as often as you do.

sukuna shows his love for you in other ways. driving you wherever you need to be, holding you to his chest when you’re sleepy, watching reality shows with you even though he hates them; always watching over you, making sure you’re safe and happy, almost hunting for anything that could disturb your peace. you can feel that love, almost reach out and touch it — a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through large crowds, a bouquet of camellias waiting for you on the kitchen table as soon as you get home. it’s there. concrete.

but, above all else… sukuna translates his boundless love into food.

the sun rises outside the walls of your apartment, slow and steady, hazy sunlight flitting through the windows of your kitchen and dyeing the open space in a golden glow — like something out of a summery daydream. you rub the tender skin beneath your bleary eyes, as your feet move you forward. slowly, groggily.

stumbling towards your target.

sukuna doesn’t flinch when you wrap your arms around his waist, forehead bumping into his broad back, practically tackling him into a hug. he’s become attuned to the sound of your clumsy footsteps. he makes a tiny noise, acknowledging your presence, and that’s all.

the low purr of the espresso machine buzzes in the air, as he watches over the process, dutiful as ever. the same drawn out, thoughtful process he goes through every morning; picking out the beans himself, grinding them into grounds, and making a cup for you with his beloved, expensive coffee machine. making sure every setting is exactly as it should be. it gives him peace of mind.

and it needs to be perfect, in every possible way — so sukuna tries his best not to let you distract him.

(he never quite succeeds.)

a blissful little sigh slips from your lips, as you squeeze his waist. hands wandering, feeling him up, buzzing with the warmth the contact gives you. he’s always so cozy, like this. all you want is to smush your face into his plush chest. but sukuna clicks his tongue, and places a palm on your forearm. keeping it still.

his voice comes out raspy, excruciatingly deep. a gruff kind of tilt to it that makes you shiver.

”assaulting me first thing in the morning, are we?”

you’re a little too sleepy to respond, too out of it. still reeling with the hazy remnants of your deep sleep, stretching your limbs out groggily and making a little mrm sound that makes his lips twitch up. unwillingly, might he add.

the two of you do this every morning. it’s a ritual, of sorts, one that you need to function properly — he always makes you a morning cup of coffee, and you always cling to him through the process. he always huffs and puffs and clicks his tongue, but never actually pushes you off. all sukuna does is absently caress your arm, where it rests around his midsection, still watching over the slow brew of the coffee. attentive.

you try not to disturb him too much, you do. because you know he loves this, deep down; the morning sunlight kissing up his nape, the sense of peace sinking into his bones. the feeling of your chest against his back, your fingers fiddling with the strings of his apron. but eventually, you always give in to the temptation of speaking — of coaxing a response from that deep, raspy morning voice.

so you part your lips.

”did you have nice dreams?” is murmured into his back, your cheek smooshed against the soft, dark fabric of his tight turtleneck.

sukuna hums. listening, always, even when he pretends to tune you out. then comes his response.

”i never dream.”

a moment passes.

you bite down on your lip, struggling to withhold a giggle. it doesn’t really work — but you tactfully pretend not to hear his displeased grumble.

”right,” you smile. ”my bad.”

another soft silence washes over you. just for a couple of moments, as you drowsily blink, and sukuna puts two ceramic cups on the counter. blissful, until you break it again.

”i think i dreamt of you.”

sukuna stills. only barely, just for a second, a brief twitch of his fingers; waiting. for tiny crumbs of love, ones you give out like candy, almost absentminded. like you don’t even have to try. ones he never fails to pick up, tuck into his pockets, chew between his teeth.

(sometimes, he envies how freely affection seems to spill from your lips.)

it’s touching, in a way. the idea that he never quite leaves your mind. that he’s there, always, even in your dreams. it’s… sweet. he supposes.

a little yawn leaves your lips, as you stretch your limbs out, akin to a sleepy cat — and he strains his ears to hear what you’ll say next.

”you were a cashier at the mcdonalds i went to.”

…

a click of his tongue — his hand slipping from its position on your forearm. ”get out of my kitchen.”

and just like that, a burst of giggles bubble up inside your throat. muffled into the cotton of his sweater, a sound that makes his heart feel a little too big for his body. ”noooo…” you whine, nails digging into the fabric so he can’t shake you off. clinging to him tighter when he tries, no real intent behind it. ”’m sorry. don’t get mad!”

”i would never work there,” he scoffs. ”frankly, the thought is insulting.”

you quirk a brow. ”what kind of beef do you have with mcdonalds?”

”don't ask me stupid questions,” he huffs, clicking his tongue, a bitter lilt to his voice. ”they don’t make food. it’s practically contaminated — poisonous. i don’t want you eating that plastic.”

(why would you want to, when you have me to make you anything you want?)

you bite down on your lip, trying to hide a teasing smile. endeared, by how grumpy he’s getting. ”aw. i like it, though...”

sukuna sighs.

”alright, then.” his voice is controlled, hiding every single tinge of his carefully concealed frustration. he must have been an actor in a past life, to sound so effortlessly unbothered. ”go buy yourself one of those cheap, awful, bland cappuccinos you love so much. i’ll pay.”

your lips twitch upward. he’s just being snarky, you know he is, but you still bundle up his sweater with your fists. shaking your head. ”i’m just kidding,” you purr, biting back another yawn. ”only want yours.”

sukuna stills. silent, once more. trying not to acknowledge how your words tug at his heartstrings, chew at the bones of his ribcage. something like pride sprouts in his chest, and it’s enough to get him to smooth his thumb over your knuckle again. content. finally, the kitchen falls silent, only the low purring of the coffee machine to fill your ears — until that dwindles out too.

a kind of peace settles in the air. something holy, sukuna thinks.

something that makes him feel human.

he moves his hands delicately, tenderly. attentive, as he pours hot espresso into your cup, slowly and gracefully, a delicate rhythm to his steady hands. just thinking of how warm you feel, like this, how you touch him like he’s harmless, like he could do no wrong in your eyes. how your voice sounds so pretty in the wake of a new morning, when it’s just a little raspy, unguarded in a way that makes him feel like he’s cradling a wounded bird in his arms. something fragile and majestic. he pretends not to like the sound of it, the way it distracts him from his extensive brewing process; but sukuna thinks he’d do just about anything to hear it once more.

absolutely anything.

”what are you thinking about, sukuna?”

”nothing,” he’s quick to hum. maybe a little too quick, but before you can question it, he scoffs. ”are you gonna cling to me all day, you little brat?”

”… can i?”

sukuna clicks his tongue.

(he’s awfully lucky you don’t look up to see the cherry red tint of his pierced ears.)

three little words begin to crawl up his throat. he can feel them, ticklish, heavy, and gulps them down before they get too far. busying himself with the clinking of coffee cups and stirring of silver spoons. then he’s turning around, to face you properly. blowing on the cup, a fragrance of espresso spreading throughout the kitchen, blending with the blooming flowers by the windowsill.

he hands you a cup of coffee, made just the way you like it. glancing at your forehead; wondering if he should pair it with a kiss.

(maybe later.)

”careful. it’s hot,” he hums. then he’s turning around to prepare his own cup, while you murmur your thanks, squeezing affectionately at his waist. taking a sip of the bitter brew. a warm cup of coffee, thoughtfully crafted, only to be passed into your awaiting hands. the same transaction you repeat every single morning.

the same act, conveying the same sentiment; those three little unspoken words.

you take another sip, and a smile blooms on your lips.

your stomach is growling.

it’s been ten minutes since it started. ten minutes since you noticed the pit of hunger in your gut, growing more and more for every passing second; and you’re trying to ignore it, valiantly, sitting in your cubicle and mentally cursing yourself for being so scatterbrained.

how on earth could you forget your own lunch?

a pang of ache bubbles up in your stomach, and you curl into yourself. sitting on a not-so-comfy chair, doing your best to survive, staring at the clock on the wall and watching the minutes tick down. only twenty minutes left of your lunch break.

in hindsight, it was inevitable. inevitable that you’d burn yourself out, eventually, that it’d make you lose sleep, that your fatigued brain would forget something so important. so fundamental to your peace of mind. you need your lunch to focus properly — there’s no way in hell that you’ll make it through the work day otherwise.

you could accept your fate and go buy a sandwich and a can of coffee, but…

(dammit.)

sukuna always makes your lunches himself. tailored to suit your tastes, to give you the nutrients and energy you need not to lose your mind or set the building on fire, with all the hours you spend staring into your computer screen and writing until your brain turns to mush. they’re always delicious, always lovingly made, and you think you might break down and cry if you have to settle for a cheap sandwich instead. you’d rather swallow crushed glass.

a sigh slips from your lips.

your coworker shoots you a sympathetic glance, hearing yet another of your stomach’s agonized growls. she taps at your desk, to get your attention, and you look up to meet her kind eyes. ”my offer still stands, you know?”

you give her a smile. ”no, it’s fine,” you murmur, rubbing the back of your neck. ”eating someone else’s handmade food just wouldn’t feel right…”

”… he spoils you, huh?”

a huff. you pout a little, and she chuckles, going back to eating from her bento. it’s hard not to feel jealous. it’s even harder not to think of the bento still waiting for you in your fridge.

finally, you resign yourself to your tragic fate. putting both palms on your desk, ready to lift yourself up; doomed to survive on a cheaply made sandwich and a too-sweet can of coffee. it’s not ideal, not at all. but it is what it is.

(if only you hadn’t forgotten it…)

”you’re a klutz.”

something is placed directly in front of you. two boxes, stacked on top of each other, wrapped up in a pink cloth — neatly tied, smelling just slightly of food. tantalizing.

you raise your head.

sukuna has one eyebrow raised, a mild expression of disbelief painted on his face. unimpressed, as he gazes down at you, hair tousled and slicked back. wearing a leather jacket, black like the tattoos etched into his skin, on his face, a larger one running in streams of ink from his shoulder down to his forearm. you can see a tiny bit of it, crawling towards his collarbone. equally tantalizing.

a click of his tongue breaks you out of your stupor — stuck in place, staring at him silently. like he just fell out of the sky.

”sukuna,” you sputter, finally, glancing down at the bento and then back up at him. ”you —”

”you’re lucky i noticed,” he cuts you off. ”almost didn't make it in time.” one glance at the clock on the wall, and he’s placing a can of peach tea on your desk; it’s still covered in condensation, his fingers leaving prints on the aluminium. ”i should go. doubt your bosses will be very thrilled to have a motorcycle parked outside.”

”ah.” you fall silent. looking down at your lap, wearing a weak smile, a little too ashamed for his liking. ”… sorry, ’kuna. i know you’re busy.”

he gazes down at you, slumped in your chair, bags beneath your weary eyes. an apologetic smile on your lips, a little dejected. like you’re being scolded.

(his eyes soften.)

sukuna shakes his head. only slightly, by a hair, but enough to put you at ease — to let you know he isn’t upset, that grumpy is simply his default state. his voice shifts into a lower, softer tone. ”just don’t forget it next time.”

then he flicks your forehead. gently, not enough force behind it to even sting.

”klutz,” he says, again, and you know it’s a term of endearment. a smile sprouts on your lips.

you sit up straight, eyes crinkling as you look at him, before falling down on the bento in front of you — practically drooling as you think about the meal you’re about to have. ”thank you,” you coo, a sweet grin on your lips as you meet his gaze. voice tingling with barely contained fondness, expression and posture brightening as you tap your feet beneath your desk. ”i love you.”

something smooths over sukuna’s face; something you can’t quite put your finger on. his lips are pursed, and his amber eyes simmer with something awfully fond. swirling like the spots of sunlight on the wall just behind him. it’s brief, easy to miss — a single tug of his lips. the tiniest little smile.

his hand reaches out, fingertips ghosting over your skin as he brushes through your bangs; adjusting them. and you know it’s just an excuse to touch you, that he’d let himself be greedy and ruffle your hair if you weren’t in public. he doesn’t like having an audience, small as it may be. but he can’t really control himself, when it comes to you.

”make sure to eat all of it,” he hums, glancing out the window, towards the motorcycle parked outside. ”i’ll come pick you up later.”

you smile, and sukuna leaves. elegant, even in the way he moves, collected and confident. languid, long legs and a broad back. the warmth of his palm on your head remains, as you wave after him with a cheery see you soon!

and it’s finally time.

with an eager kind of giddiness, you unwrap your bento — ignoring your still growling stomach, the jealous mutters of your coworker, the ticking of the clock on the wall. from outside the window comes a ray of sunshine, a streak of gold falling across the floorboards. it illuminates the contents of your lunch, and you swallow down a gulp. the presentation is lovely, as always. the top layer carries a mouth-watering cutlet, a wide array of little vegetables, fresh and clean, while the bottom one has a couple perfectly formed onigiri; they’re awfully cute, shaped into little pandas, decorated with dried seaweed and sesame seeds.

you pick one up, holding it in the light of the glittering sun. it’s so cute you almost don’t want to eat it at all.

”did he really make that..?” your coworker mumbles, still chewing on her own food. you’re too hungry to respond.

you fish out a tiny note, tucked between the boxes. that’s where he usually puts them. you don’t remember when it started, but you know he enjoys it; writing down little reminders or words of encouragement. his handwriting is beautiful, clear and concise. your eyes trail over every little word, every letter, the little smudged scribble in the middle. it makes you smile.

you’ve been working hard lately. don’t overdo it. the company won’t fall apart if you slack off every once in a while. i lo we can watch that show you like when you get home.

a warmth spreads throughout your body, from the pit of your stomach down to the tips of your fingers; your heart constricting to make room for the love that blooms between your ribs. you barely even notice the wide smile on your lips, leaning forward to leave a little kiss on the paper. it’ll have to do, since he isn’t here to receive it himself.

and as you dig in, savouring every piece of food he made, you’re almost certain you can feel it. that burst of emotion he always tries to contain, the three little words that always sputter out on the tip of his tongue. the cutlet is perfectly crispy, juicy on the inside, practically melting on your tongue. seasoned thoroughly, cooked to completion, so tasty it makes your mouth water. the onigiri are stuffed with a wide array of fillings, fluffy rice blending nicely together with the contents, little grains sticking to the corners of your mouth. and the veggies are cut into cute little star shapes, light and refreshing, balancing the meal and making you wolf everything down with a bright smile.

there’s love, in this. in every meal he makes for you. there’s love in the way he’s picked out your favorite ingredients, all the seasonings you like, love in the way he’s put so much effort into the presentation alone. love, love, love. you can practically taste it on your tongue. the peach tea tastes sweet and fruity, and you gulp it down eagerly, bento left empty.

there are only five minutes left until you have to start working again, but you feel nowhere near as spent as before. you think of his hands, his eyes.

his love.

(god, you can’t wait to get home.)

a soft, orange glow simmers in the kitchen — an atmosphere too sweet not to savour.

your dining room table is covered in a white cloth, burdened by the weight of one burning candle and an expensive vase; stuffed with camellias in all hues, jasmine buds and pretty bluebells, floral scents mingling with the cinnamon-like one of the scented candle. every inhale fills your senses with pure bliss.

not to mention the food.

you’re drooling. you’re sure of it. eyes darting from plate to plate, dish to dish, overwhelmed by the delicacies; trays of sushi, perfect cuts of salmon and tuna cushioned by soft rice, maki rolls stuffed with all your favorite toppings, plenty of soy sauce in tiny cups. fried shrimp, a golden colour, fluffy and crispy, and miso soup topped with garlic and cubes of tofu, steam rising from the ceramic bowls.

and then, of course, his infamous dumplings, grilled on both sides — a perfect golden brown.

all your favorites.

sukuna takes hold of a teapot. made of glass, stuffed with a blooming chrysanthemum, petals stretching out like rays of sunlight in the golden water. he pours it into two ceramic cups, and then promptly drags a chair out for you; a silent beckoning.

but all you can do is stare.

”sukuna…”

he quirks a brow, meeting your astonished stare, eyes round and confused like a puppy’s; painfully cute. he could eat you up. ”what?”

you open your mouth, then close it again. silent, furrowing your brows as if in deep contemplation. ”our anniversary is in august, right?” something panicked smooths over your face. ”i didn’t forget?”

a sigh spills from his lips. ”don’t be dumb,” he clicks his tongue, glancing away for no more than a moment. ”we haven’t had much time to eat together, lately. that’s all.”

(he missed you. he wanted to spoil you, a bit.

he could say it out loud; but he chooses not to.)

either way, he knows you get the message. because suddenly your eyes glimmer, and a full smile blooms on your pretty lips. you waste no time in plopping down on the seat in front of you, right across from sukuna. ”hehe. thank you, baby.”

he huffs. tiny, more of a shy little breath. ”alright, already. eat. before it gets cold.”

”okay, okay!”

he watches as you grab your chopsticks, hungrily eyeing all the dishes on display. listening to his own heartbeat; thrumming, softly, just behind his ribs. pulsating like a fish gasping for air.

”gosh. when did you even do all this?” you ask, soaking in the intimate atmosphere, as he runs an absent hand through his hair. still smelling lightly of coconut oil from the shower he barely had time to take — but he’d rather die than soil this moment with the smell of his cooking-induced sweat.

”when you were away.” he reaches for the cup in front of him, tracing the tips of his fingers against the ceramic. ”jin helped. not with the cooking, obviously, thank god. but…” he raises it to his lips, before taking a sip. ”the ambience. i suppose.”

a hum. you raise your hand, reaching for the bouquet of flowers. ”did he bring these, too?” a curt nod is all you get; it’s enough to have your lips raising up into a smile, fingertips brushing against the petals, pink and yellow, cupping the flowers like they’re made of glass. ”no wonder. do you know what bluebells symbolize?”

sukuna stills. he meets your gaze, eyes trailing towards your knuckles, your fingers, how they blend together with the petals. how he could almost mistake them for stalks. he leans back in his chair, and mutters under his breath;

”… why else would i ask him to buy them?”

you blink. not in surprise, but realization. the sweet kind, like a splash of citrus blooming on your tongue, refreshing.

(he’s always been a bit of a sap, hasn’t he.)

”… that’s true,” your lips split into a sheepish smile, hoping he won’t feel the heat of your cheeks from this distance. ”they’re pretty. thank you.”

another little furrow of his brows. ”enough of that,” comes a sigh. ”if you really want to thank me, make sure the food doesn’t go to waste.”

you stifle a giggle, reaching for the bowl of miso soup. following his advice. sukuna watches you dig in with a certain look in his eyes, something alert and attentive, soft in the corners. resting his chin on the heel of his palm, waiting patiently for those little blissful sighs to start spilling from your lips. wallowing in the finely crafted atmosphere, pleasant scents and soft lighting, the air brimming with something tender and raw.

he spent all day preparing this. planning out every single meal, waiting for jin to arrive with the scented candles and flowers, cleaning the kitchen until not a single speck of dust remained. cathartic, to immerse himself into cooking for you, cutting tofu and vegetables into little cubes and slices, fiddling with the temperature settings and watching blue flames lick at the stove like hungry snakes. gutting the fish he bought fresh from the market, dipping large shrimps into boiling oil. there’s something powerful about it, something he can’t quite put his finger on. something that makes him feel at ease.

and it’s tender — the act of creation, of feeding someone you care for. he didn’t appreciate that part of the process until you came into his life. he didn’t truly love cooking, either.

(he doubts he’ll ever tell you, but he won’t ever stop being grateful for that.)

you continue to eat, sipping from the soup, dipping sushi into soy sauce, munching at the tempura, humming happily to yourself. you look so pleased, so content, like the cat that got the cream. sukuna watches. his eyes stay glued to your fingers, the way you hold your chopsticks, the grain of rice that sticks to the corner of your lip after a particularly big bite. his ears stay keen, intent on picking up on every little joyous hum behind your teeth. even while eating, he’s feeding off your reactions; every expression you bless him with.

he fell in love with the way you eat many years ago.

”so good,” you moan, closing your eyes in pure bliss, and he has to take a sip of his tea to cover the smug smile on his face.

”make sure to finish what’s on your plate,” is all he says, but the honeyed note in his voice gives his satisfaction away. awfully pleased by your approval. ”i made dessert, too.”

at that, your eyes light up even further, swirling with something excited and sweet, and he fails to hold back an amused little huff.

the evening continues. you eat your fill, warm soup and fried food and sugary ice cream, and promptly fall asleep on the couch in the middle of a romcom he only watches for your commentary. snoozing on his shoulder, all tuckered out. always so sleepy after eating. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, the tips of his fingers gliding across your soft skin. he spares a moment to admire you, under the soft glow of the living room lights — unable to shake away that greedy vein beneath his skin. if it was possible, he’d admire you forever.

but there’s no way you’d ever manage to sit still for so long, so he carries you to bed instead. big, strong, tattooed arms, lifting you up with ease, like a baby bird in the maw of a rottweiler. handling you with the utmost care, tucking you in under the covers, leaning forward to press a single kiss between your brows —

and then you smile.

…

sukuna stills. he watches you, watches you, watches you, every single miniscule motion of your stiff facial features.

then he pinches your cheek.

”owww!”

your eyes flutter open, flashing with betrayal, and sukuna only gives you that signature click of his tongue. ”did you really think you could trick me so easily?”

”i did! you carried me here!” your lips fall into a petulant frown, as you scramble to sit up straight against the fluffy pillows. he only rolls his eyes.

”i wanted to appease you,” he says, and you almost fall for it because it’s not quite a lie. ”such a brat. can’t even walk on your own, huh?”

”well, pardon me for wanting my sweet fiancé to hold me.”

”i hold you all the time.”

”it’s not the same,” you sigh, two little shakes of your head. ”whatever. you wouldn't get it.”

sukuna quirks a brow, but doesn’t push it. instead, he releases the slightest exhale, eyes blooming with amusement, his palm finding its way to your tousled hair. smoothing down your skull.

”go back to sleep,” he beckons, softly, almost hypnotically. his voice is at its most tender when it’s late at night; a little too exhausted to sharpen his syllables properly. ”i’ll hold you later.”

”… you’re not joining me?” you ask, eyes filling with confusion, and he feels a slight tug at his heart — a little string that ties him to you.

”i need to plan next week’s meals,” he mutters, watching as you furrow your brows, meeting his gaze with a pair of disappointed puppy dog eyes.

you know he’s weak to them.

”don’t pout,” he scoffs, looking away for the briefest little moment. weak. ”i'll do it quickly.”

”you always say that,” comes a heavy sigh. you bundle up the covers with your fists, shooting him a bitter little glance. ”but it always takes forever.”

”don’t complain,” he tuts. tilting his head, pink locks falling across his forehead, his maroon eyes. ”haven’t i pampered you enough tonight?”

at that, you fall silent. still pouting.

he tries not to feel bad. he wants to sleep with you; but he can’t. sunday nights are for meal planning. they have been since you first moved in together, and he’s not planning to put a fork in the road of his carefully nurtured routine anytime soon. he needs to make sure you eat balanced meals, get all the vitamins you need — it’s practically life and death.

still, it itches at him. the way you gnaw at your bottom lip, curl in on yourself. you look sleepy and disappointed, and the bed looks empty, which only makes you look smaller in comparison. you look small and lonely and sad. it makes him wish he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole; keep you tucked between his ribs, where you'll be warm and safe.

(he brushes the thought away.)

for a moment, he’s entirely still. then his pinkie twitches, beckoning him to you. there it goes, again — that invisible string. he takes a step forward, crouching down to meet you at eye level.

”… sorry,” he breathes, barely above a whisper. the word feels foreign on his tongue, but he swallows the discomfort. ”i’ll hurry. you have my word.”

you blink.

then you’re smiling, again. flipping to your side, sluggishly, just to face him fully. ”’kay.” you reach out for his hand. ”don’t complain if i’m knocked out when you get back, though.”

he looks at your intertwined fingers, brushing his thumb across your skin, a hum buzzing in his throat. affectionate, despite his teasing. ”i wont have to listen to your nightly tangents, then.”

”you love my nightly tangents!”

a snort pushes past his lips. ”sure,” he smirks, ever so slightly, snarky enough to make it sound like a lie. because he does love them. he loves hearing your voice turn delirious, all sleepy and dreamy with fatigue, loves your stupid questions and even stupider answers. he loves being kept awake on nights when he feels too stiff to sleep, when he knows he’s going to have that dream again; a dream of crumbling buildings and burning flesh, of moonlight on asphalt and blood underneath a young boy’s fingernails. a dream where he looks at you and feels nothing but apathy.

(far more grueling than any of the bloodshed.)

sukuna does love your nightly tangents. they chase those ghosts away, ground him back to a sweetened life, one that smells of cinnamon and sunlight and ripe fruit. but you don’t need to know that. so he doesn’t say it — he keeps it locked behind his teeth, under his tongue.

he squeezes your palm.

and then he’s rising to his feet. you follow him with your eyes, blinking drowsily, cheek smooshed against the soft mattress. he resists an uncharacteristic coo.

you muster up a sweetened grin, teeth shining like stars. ”g’night, honey. don’t stay up too late, okay?”

he hums. a silent i won’t. there are some things he won’t speak aloud, because he knows you’ll hear them anyway. ”pleasant sleep,” he murmurs, raising a hand up to card through his hair. blinking away the fatigue — until a soft bout of laughter spills from out your throat.

”pleasant sleep?” you echo, grin teetering on something mischievous, a sleepy snort pushing past your lips. ”what are you, a fucking vampire?”

sukuna blinks.

then he’s clicking his tongue, that familiar sound, and pushing your face into the fluffy pillow on your bed — muffling your little giggles. gentle, his large palm on the back of your head. affectionate. ”behave,” he tuts, but he’s grinning. your giggles don’t fade away, even when he’s turning on his heel and walking out of your bedroom.

”sweet dreams, count dracula!”

”you’re not getting any breakfast tomorrow.”

ignoring your muffled, distressed whine, sukuna hides a fond smile behind his palm. biting down on his bottom lip to keep it at bay — absently deciding what to make for your breakfast tomorrow. pancakes or waffles? maybe he’ll skip the vanilla ice cream, this time. just to teach you a lesson.

when he returns, forty minutes later, you’re fast asleep. curled up under the covers, drool slipping down your bottom lip. he tucks you into his neck, and mouths them into your ear — three little words, always those same little words, never quite spoken in more than a whisper, as if he fears his voice would break under their pressure. but his breath fans against the shell of your ear, and you absently nuzzle into your arms. as if you understand. that silent language between you.

he wonders if you realize, if you’ll ever realize, just how much you mean to him.

sukuna doesn’t tell you that he loves you, but you know. you know, because it’s in everything he does.

you know that he loves you because he actually allows you into his kitchen, when anyone else would be chased out with a pitchfork. because he doesn’t push you away when you wrap your arms around his waist, over his cream-coloured apron, even though you know it distracts him while he’s cooking dinner — only ever clicking his tongue or making a noise of disapproval, placing a palm over your forearm. muttering little harmless grumbles of it’s like you want to get first degree oil burns.

you know that he loves you because you’re always the first to taste his food, without fail, the first person he goes to when he tries a new recipe. and you appreciate it, even when you joke about how honoured you are to test your king’s meals for poison. he quirks a brow and threatens to take the food away, sure, but then there’s always that one flicker of amusement in the amber of his eyes.

you know because he grills his dumplings extra on both sides, just how you like it, because he forms his onigiri into pandas just to see you smile. because he knows how to make your perfect cup of coffee by heart, and refuses to use anything less than an absurdly expensive coffee machine, beans he grinded into powder with his own two hands. because he believes you deserve nothing but the best, nothing less than the finest delicacies this world has to offer. wholeheartedly.

you know that he loves you because it’s there. you can feel it, in every stolen glance, every slight smile when you finally dig in. in the way the cutlet melts on your tongue, the way the bitter espresso runs down your throat, the warmth that blossoms in your chest when you catch him watching you with the faintest glimmer of a content smile.

a silent declaration, a hymn you can always hear if you strain your ears enough —

i love you, i love you, i love you.

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your boyfriend haechan loves teasing you...especially about holding his hand

The cozy cafe smelled of fresh pastries and roasted coffee beans, a perfect spot for a quiet date. You followed Haechan to a booth near the window, the warm sunlight spilling onto the table. Without hesitation, he slid into one side of the booth, casually leaning back with that trademark smug grin on his face.

You moved to sit next to him, but before you could settle in, he stopped you with a teasing tone and raised eyebrow, “Don’t people usually sit across from each other? Why are you trying to sit next to me?”

You rolled your eyes but stayed put. “I just like sitting next to you, okay?” you said, slightly defensive but flustered

Haechan’s grin widened as he leaned closer. “Aww, my baby just can’t get enough of me, huh?” he teased, his tone dripping with playful smugness.

Your cheeks flushed, and with a huff, you slid out and moved to the seat across from him. “Fine! I’ll sit here, happy now?” you said, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Haechan’s laughter echoed in the booth, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, don’t sulk, baby. I was just kidding,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate.

You shot him a glare, though your lips twitched upward despite yourself. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” he said, leaning forward with a smirk, “you love me anyway.”

The date continued with Haechan’s usual playful antics. As he talked about something funny that had happened during practice, you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The way they sparkled when he laughed, the way his lips curved into a mischievous smile—it was impossible not to be completely captivated.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, breaking your trance.

You blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “Uh… yeah?”

He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. “Were you, though? Or were you just admiring how good I look today?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Can you stop?!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “It’s okay, babe. You can admit it. I do look pretty amazing today.”

When the date was over, Haechan stood up to pay at the counter. You held his arm, following him before he could protest. “What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“Walking with you. Can’t I?” you said, sticking close to his side.

He smiled, clearly enjoying your clinginess. As you reached the counter, you suddenly said, “I need to go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a second.”

But before you could walk away, Haechan grabbed your wrist and gently tugged you back. You turned, surprised, just in time for him to lean in and press a quick, soft peck to your lips.

“Okay, now you can go,” he said with a cheeky grin, letting you go as if nothing had happened.

Your heart raced as you walked away, trying to hide the smile threatening to take over your face. Of course, Haechan couldn’t resist teasing you, even with something as sweet as a goodbye kiss.

When you came back from the bathroom, Haechan was leaning casually against the counter, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on you. As soon as you approached, he gave you one of his signature grins.

“You look so pretty today.” he said, his tone suddenly softer, his eyes sweeping over you.

Caught off guard, your steps faltered for a moment. “What? Where’s this coming from?” you asked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

He shrugged nonchalantly, but his grin widened. “I just thought I’d let you know. Gotta keep my girlfriend feeling special, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your shy smile as he guided you out of the café. The sun was warm against your skin as the two of you started walking down the quiet street, chatting about nothing in particular.

As you were mid-sentence, Haechan suddenly held out his hand, palm up, without saying a word. You glanced at it briefly but decided not to acknowledge it, assuming it was just one of his random quirks.

He didn’t say anything either, so you kept talking, though the silent gesture started to bother you. It was distracting. Finally, after a few minutes, you gave in, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, frowning slightly as you stopped walking.

Haechan stopped too, turning to you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Your hand,” you said, motioning toward it. “Why are you holding it out like that?”

His lips curled into a smirk, and you could tell he was about to say something that would make you regret asking. “I knew you’d want to hold my hand,” he said smugly, “so I decided to take the first step. You’re welcome.”

Your mouth opened slightly in disbelief, and your face instantly heated up. “What?! No, I didn’t! Stop telling nonsense!”

But your flustered expression only encouraged him. “Oh? Then why are you blushing, baby?” he teased, leaning closer as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“I’m not blushing!” you protested weakly, turning your face away.

“Sure you’re not,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “But if you’re so sure you don’t want to hold my hand, I guess I’ll just put it away…” He started to lower his hand, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“No, wait!” you said quickly, before realizing how you’d just exposed yourself.

Haechan froze, his grin turning triumphant. “Ah, so you do want to hold my hand,” he said, his voice practically dripping with smug satisfaction.

You sighed, covering your face for a moment before shyly reaching out and slipping your hand into his. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze as your fingers intertwined with his.

“But you love me,” he said brightly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You glanced at him, finally letting yourself smile. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You said rolling your eyes.

Haechan laughed, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of your hand. “It's okay baby I like holding your hand too.”

As you continued walking hand-in-hand, the teasing faded into a comfortable silence, the moment punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional chuckle from Haechan. You couldn’t help but think that, as annoying as he could be, there was no one else you’d rather share moments like this with.

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How To Taste Coffee Like A Pro: A Beginner's Guide To Coffee Cupping

How to Taste Coffee Like a Pro: Essential Steps in Coffee Cupping

Tasting coffee like a pro requires some practice and understanding of the essential steps involved in coffee cupping. Cupping is not just for experts; it’s a fascinating way for anyone to appreciate the flavors and aromas that different types of coffee offer. Let’s dive into how you can master coffee cupping and make it an enjoyable experience.

Understanding the Basics

Before you start, it’s crucial to understand what coffee cupping involves. Coffee cupping is a method used by coffee professionals to evaluate the flavors, aroma, acidity, and overall quality of coffee beans. This technique helps you to unlock the different nuances hidden in each cup of coffee.

Gathering Your Materials

To begin your coffee cupping journey, you’ll need the following materials:

Coffee Beans: Select a variety of coffee beans to compare. It’s best to have freshly roasted beans.

Grinder: A burr grinder is ideal for consistency in grind size.

Cups: Use cupping bowls or any small cups that can hold about 6 to 8 ounces.

Hot Water: The perfect temperature is around 200°F (93°C), just off the boil.

Spoon: A cupping spoon or any long spoon to taste the coffee.

Notebook and Pen: To take notes on the flavors and aromas you experience.

Step-by-Step Coffee Cupping Process

Following a systematic approach will enhance your coffee cupping experience. Here are the essential steps:

1. Measure Your Coffee

Start by measuring out coffee beans. A common ratio is about 1 tablespoon of coffee for every 6 ounces of water. You can adjust this based on your taste preference.

2. Grind the Coffee

Grind your coffee beans to a coarse consistency, similar to sea salt. This grind size will help in extracting flavors evenly during the brewing process.

3. Smell the Grounds

Before adding water, take a moment to smell the freshly ground coffee. This step is crucial as it gives you insights into the aroma and potential flavors you will experience. Jot down your observations.

4. Add Hot Water

Slowly pour hot water over the coffee grounds until they are fully saturated. Allow the coffee to steep for about 4 minutes. Covering the cups with a lid or a plate can help trap the aromas while brewing.

5. Break the Crust

After steeping, gently break the crust of coffee grounds with a spoon. Take a moment to inhale the aroma that wafts up. This is an important part of tasting coffee like a pro, as it provides a complex sensory experience.

6. Taste the Coffee

Using your spoon, slurp a small amount of coffee. This technique helps aerate the coffee, allowing you to taste the flavors better. Pay attention to the acidity, sweetness, body, and aftertaste, and be sure to take notes.

What to Look For

As you taste, focus on these key components:

Flavor: Identify different flavors and notes. You might taste berries, chocolate, nuts, or floral hints.

Acidity: A bright acidity can be refreshing, while low acidity may create a smoother cup.

Body: The coffee’s weight on your palate can range from light to full-bodied.

Aftertaste: Consider how the flavors linger after swallowing.

Practice Regularly

Like any skill, mastering coffee cupping requires practice. Try different beans, experiment with brewing times, and note your findings. As you deepen your understanding, you’ll begin to identify your flavor preferences and gain a greater appreciation for coffee.

By following these essential steps in coffee cupping, you can enhance your tasting experience and truly enjoy the art behind each cup of coffee. Happy cupping!

The Science Behind Flavor Profiles in Coffee

Coffee is not just a simple beverage; it is a complex amalgamation of flavors that can be analyzed, appreciated, and enjoyed. Understanding the science behind the flavor profiles of coffee can enhance your tasting experience and open up a world of appreciation. As you dive deeper into the various notes and nuances of this beloved drink, you’ll discover the many factors that contribute to what you taste in every cup.

To begin with, the process of how coffee beans are grown greatly affects their flavor. Different regions produce beans with distinct attributes due to variations in soil composition, altitude, and climate. For instance:

Latin America: Known for bright acidity and fruity or nutty notes.

Africa: Often presents floral and berry-like flavors.

Asia: Typically features earthy and full-bodied characteristics.

Next, we must consider the various types of coffee beans. The most common are Arabica and Robusta. Arabica beans tend to be sweeter and more flavorful, while Robusta beans carry a stronger, more bitter taste. Understanding these differences allows you to choose beans that align with your personal preferences.

Roasting is another crucial element in flavor development. The roasting process transforms the chemical and physical properties of the beans, leading to the development of distinct flavors. Some key points on roasting include:

Light Roasts: Retain a higher acidity and greater floral notes, showcasing the bean’s origin.

Medium Roasts: Strike a balance between acidity and sweetness, often with caramel undertones.

Dark Roasts: Feature bold, smoky flavors and reduced acidity but can lose some of the bean’s original characteristics.

After roasting, brewing methods also play a significant role in flavor extraction. Different techniques can highlight or mute certain taste elements. Here are some popular methods:

Pour Over: Offers clarity and highlights individual flavors through a controlled extraction process.

French Press: Produces a rich, full-bodied cup but may introduce sediment.

Espresso: Creates a concentrated shot with intense flavors and a thicker mouthfeel.

Once the coffee is brewed, it’s time to pay attention to the sensory aspects of tasting. Coffee tasting, often referred to as cupping, is an essential practice in the coffee industry. It involves evaluating the aroma, flavor, acidity, body, and finish of the coffee. Here’s how you can taste coffee like a pro:

Aroma: Before sipping, inhale the aroma deeply to identify the scents.

Taste: Take a small sip, allowing it to coat your palate. Pay attention to primary flavors.

Acidity: Notice the level of brightness or tartness without it being overwhelming.

Body: Assess the weight of the coffee in your mouth; is it light and airy or thick and creamy?

Finish: Observe the aftertaste and how long the flavor lingers.

Being aware of these sensory qualities can elevate your coffee experience significantly. Flavor profiles can be quite diverse, often including descriptors such as:

Fruity: Notes of berries, citrus, or stone fruits.

Nutty: Hazelnut, almond, or peanut flavors.

Spicy: Hints of cinnamon, clove, or black pepper.

Chocolatey: Rich notes that can resemble dark chocolate or cocoa.

Earthy: Characteristics resembling soil or wood.

As you participate in coffee cupping sessions, practice is essential. With time, you will start to discern the various flavor notes and understand how they interact. Ultimately, the science behind flavor profiles in coffee is fascinating and multifaceted. By becoming familiar with the underlying factors, you can appreciate the artistry and complexity in each cup you drink.

Exploring coffee flavors not only enriches your tasting endeavors but also fosters a deeper connection with this cherished beverage. Whether you’re brewing at home or visiting a café, knowing how to identify and appreciate flavor profiles will enhance your overall coffee experience.

Common Mistakes Beginners Make in Coffee Tasting

Tasting coffee can be an exciting journey, especially for beginners. However, many newcomers unknowingly fall into common pitfalls that can hinder their experience. Understanding these mistakes is essential for enhancing your coffee tasting skills and enjoying the rich flavors coffee has to offer. Here’s a breakdown of the typical missteps that beginners often make in the world of coffee tasting.

Not Understanding Coffee Origin

One major mistake is not considering the origin of the coffee beans. Different regions produce distinct flavor profiles, and understanding where your coffee comes from can enhance your tasting experience. For example, Ethiopian coffee may present fruity or floral notes, while a Brazilian blend might be nuttier and chocolatey. Familiarizing yourself with these characteristics helps in better appreciating each cup.

Skipping the Grind Size

Another common error is overlooking the importance of grind size. The grind affects the extraction of flavors during brewing. A grind that is too fine may result in a bitter taste, while a coarse grind can lead to under-extraction, making your coffee taste weak. Experimenting with different grind sizes will help you determine the perfect balance for your taste buds.

Ignoring Brew Method Variability

Beginners sometimes stick to one brewing method without exploring others. Different methods, such as French press, pour-over, or espresso, highlight various flavor notes. If you always use a drip coffee maker, try switching to a French press or AeroPress. This experimentation can open up a whole new world of flavors and aromas in your coffee tasting experience.

Rushing the Tasting Process

Coffee tasting is not a race. Many beginners make the mistake of hurrying through the process, which can lead to missed notes and flavors. Take your time. Allow the coffee to cool slightly, as certain flavors can be more pronounced at specific temperatures. Savor each sip and engage your senses fully.

Not Engaging All Your Senses

Only tasting the coffee is another common mistake. Tasting is a multi-sensory experience that involves sight, smell, and taste. Pay attention to the color and aroma of your coffee before taking a sip. This holistic approach enriches your understanding and appreciation of coffee. For instance, the smell of freshly brewed coffee can often give you clues about its flavor profile.

Failing to Use Proper Tasting Equipment

Beginners may also overlook the need for appropriate tasting tools. Using standard kitchen mugs can mute flavors. Invest in a proper coffee cupping set, which typically includes a cupping spoon and cupping bowls. These tools are designed to help you better experience the coffee flavors and help in systematic tasting.

Missing Out on Notes

Many newcomers forget to note their findings while tasting different coffees. Jotting down your observations can help refine your tasting skills and track your preferences over time. Create a simple coffee journal and include details such as the coffee origin, aroma, tasting notes, and your overall impression. This practice makes it easier to identify which flavors you enjoy the most.

Neglecting Cleanliness

A common oversight is not ensuring your brewing equipment is clean. Residue from previous coffees can spoil the flavors of your fresh brew. Regularly clean your coffee maker, cups, and spoons to ensure you always taste your coffee in its purest form. Clean equipment consistently leads to a better tasting experience.

Overloading on Additives

Many beginners feel the need to drown their coffee in cream and sugar. While it’s perfectly fine to enjoy coffee this way, it can obscure the flavors you’re trying to taste. If you want to fully appreciate the nuances of your coffee, try tasting it black first before adding any milk or sweeteners. This way, you can identify the specific notes and aromas intrinsic to the coffee.

By being aware of these common mistakes, you can significantly improve your coffee tasting experience. Remember that tasting coffee is an art and a science, and with practice, you’ll become adept at identifying all the delightful flavors in your cup. Engaging all your senses and taking the time to appreciate each brew will transform your coffee routine into a rich sensory experience.

Tools and Equipment Needed for Effective Coffee Cupping

Coffee cupping is an essential skill for anyone passionate about coffee. It allows you to explore the complex flavors and aromas in different brews. However, to taste coffee like a pro, having the right tools and equipment is crucial. Let’s dive into what you need for an effective coffee cupping session.

Essential Tools for Coffee Cupping

When it comes to tasting coffee, there are a few basic tools you’ll need. These tools help you evaluate the coffee properly and enjoy the process fully:

Cupping Bowls: These are special containers used for cupping. They should hold about 6 to 8 ounces of coffee. Look for wide, shallow bowls that allow for easy aroma access.

Spoons: Use cupping spoons, which are larger than regular spoons. The size allows for better sampling of flavors. A standard cupping spoon holds around 12ml of liquid.

Coffee Grinder: A consistent grind is essential for cupping. A burr grinder is ideal as it provides a uniform grind size, contributing to an accurate tasting experience.

Kettle: An electric kettle with a gooseneck spout provides control over pouring water at the desired temperature, which is typically around 200°F (93°C).

Scale: Precision is key. A digital scale helps you measure both the coffee and water accurately, ensuring the right coffee-to-water ratio.

Timer: Timing is essential in cupping. Use a timer to ensure each phase of the cupping process is followed closely.

Additional Equipment for Enhanced Experience

While the basic tools help you get started, a few additional items can enhance your coffee cupping experience:

Aroma Wheel: This tool helps identify different aromas and flavors in coffee. It’s a graphic representation of coffee scents that can guide your tasting notes.

Notebook: Keep a dedicated cupping notebook. Take notes on your observations—aromas, flavors, acidity, body, and aftertaste. This will help you refine your palate over time.

Water Quality Test Kit: Good water is vital for great coffee. Testing your water quality can ensure you’re starting with the best possible base.

The Importance of Clean Equipment

Having clean tools plays a significant role in coffee tasting. Residual oils and flavors from previous tastings can influence your results. Make sure you thoroughly clean your cupping bowls and spoons before each session. This prevents contamination and ensures a pure tasting experience. Use hot water and, if necessary, a gentle detergent to clean your equipment.

Setting Up Your Cupping Station

Creating an ideal cupping environment will enhance your experience. Here’s how to set it up:

Choose a Quiet Space: Try to find a quiet area with minimal distractions. This will help you focus on the coffee’s aromas and flavors.

Good Lighting: Proper lighting helps you examine the coffee’s color and clarity. Natural light is ideal, but bright, white artificial lighting works, too.

Tasting Area: Set up a table dedicated to your cupping tools. Keep everything organized and within reach to facilitate a smooth process.

Gather Quality Coffee Beans

The most important part of cupping is the coffee itself. Choose high-quality, freshly roasted beans that you want to evaluate. Single-origin coffees often provide distinct flavor profiles, making them perfect for cupping. If possible, source your coffee from reputable roasters or direct from producers for the best tasting experience.

With the right tools and setup, you can elevate your coffee cupping experience. Practice makes perfect, so don’t hesitate to experiment with different beans and tasting notes. Before you know it, you’ll be tasting coffee like a pro and uncovering the fascinating world of flavors within each cup. The more you taste, the more you learn! Enjoy the journey!

Comparing Different Coffee Beans Through Cupping Techniques

Coffee is more than just a morning energizer; it’s a complex beverage with a wide array of flavors and aromas, influenced by its bean origin. If you are keen to explore the nuances of coffee beans, cupping techniques are your pathway to a refined experience. This beginner’s guide will help you compare different coffee beans through important cupping methods.

Cupping is a standard practice in the coffee industry that allows tasters to evaluate the characteristics of different beans. To begin your journey, you need to gather a few essentials:

Select a variety of beans from different origins or processing methods.

<strong.Scales: Accurate weighing helps you maintain consistency in the brew ratio.

These bowls should be wide to allow for proper aroma collection.

<strong.Spoons: Use spoons for slurping the coffee and evaluating flavors.

<strong.Water: Clean, filtered water at approximately 200°F (93°C) ensures optimal extraction.

With your equipment in place, let’s delve into the cupping process itself. Start by weighing about 12 grams of each coffee bean you are testing. Grind them to a coarse consistency, similar to that used for a French press. The grind size is crucial; it can affect the flavor profile you extract during cupping.

Next, place each ground coffee into separate cupping bowls. Afterward, you should pour approximately 200 ml of hot water over each sample. The ideal steep time for cupping is typically around four minutes. During this time, the beans will release various aromas and flavors into the water.

Now, let’s talk about the olfactory experience. As the coffee steeped, lean in and inhale deeply. The aroma is a vital part of the tasting process and can reveal much about the coffee’s origin. Here are some common aroma notes you may encounter:

<strong.Fruity: Notes like apple, berry, or citrus.

<strong.Flora: Jasmine or chamomile hints.

<strong.Sweet: Sugar, caramel, or chocolate undertones.

<strong.Spicy: Cinnamon or clove notes.

Once the four minutes are up, it’s time to taste. Using a spoon, gently break the crust that forms on the coffee surface. This allows you to release more aromatic compounds. As you break the crust, take a moment to smell the fresh burst of aroma that comes forth.

Now comes the slurping part. With your spoon, take a sip of the coffee. Slurp it into your mouth to aerate the coffee, which will help you detect its flavors more easily. When tasting, you can look for the following characteristics:

<strong.Acidity: A bright, tangy sensation akin to that of fruits.

<strong.Body: The weight of the coffee on your palate; it can be light, medium, or full.

<strong.Flavor: The overall taste impression you get from the coffee.

<strong.Aftertaste: The lingering flavor once you swallow. Is it pleasant or unappealing?

As you taste each coffee, take detailed notes. Note the flavors, aromas, and any impressions you have. Comparing your notes across the different coffee beans will help you define what you enjoy most—be it fruity, floral, or chocolatey notes.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with Bean origins, roast levels, and even processing methods! For instance, washed coffees often display a cleaner taste, whereas natural coffees might burst with fruity sweetness. Engaging in this cupping process not only enhances your coffee knowledge but also sharpens your ability to discern different flavor profiles.

In short, cupping is an art that brings the characterized flavors of coffee beans to light. With practice, you’ll soon be able to identify and appreciate the subtleties of different coffees like a true pro. Remember, the more you cup, the more refined your palate becomes!

Conclusion

Mastering the art of coffee cupping can be a rewarding journey, elevating your appreciation for this beloved beverage. With the essential steps outlined for tasting coffee like a pro, you now have a solid foundation to start your cupping adventures. Understanding the science behind flavor profiles will also enhance your ability to identify the unique characteristics of each bean.

Avoiding common mistakes—such as skimming on preparation or rushing through the tasting process—will ensure you truly savor each sip. Remember, taking your time and using the right tools and equipment, from cupping bowls to tasting spoons, can significantly impact your experience.

As you experiment with different coffee beans, don’t hesitate to apply various cupping techniques to discover the nuances that set each variety apart. Engaging with fellow coffee enthusiasts or joining tasting events can provide added insights and broaden your palate.

As you dive deeper into the world of coffee, every cupping session becomes an opportunity to refine your skills, deepen your understanding, and fully appreciate the depth of flavors that coffee has to offer. Enjoy this sensory adventure, and let your taste buds guide you through the wonderful landscape of coffee!

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