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Could you write something where Aaron spills coffee on someone in Bird & Branch and goes back to her hotel so he can take her dress to be dry cleaned ?

HIII!! this one took me a while BUTTTTT i finally got it done. im really proud of it, enjoy!! 💗💗😭

‘COFFEE’

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Love at first sight isn’t real. Or, that’s what you thought up until today.

Walking to the Bird & Branch, you take in the beautiful weather and pleasant temperature in New York City. You wander into the coffee shop, seeking a quiet setting to finish some paperwork. After ordering a drink, you find a seat and begin to work.

After a while, you notice a man walking in alone. He orders coffee and sits at the table next to you. The man has a kind face and a focused demeanor as he settles in with his laptop. He smiles softly at you before returning to his work. You glance back at him before resuming yours, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something special about him.

Lost in your thoughts and the clicking of the keys, you barely notice when he stands up. Suddenly, you're jolted back to reality as his coffee cup slips from his hand, spilling its contents all over your dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, frantically grabbing napkins to blot the spreading stain.

"It's okay, really," you sigh, closing your laptop and preparing to head out.

Before you leave, he gently grabs your arm. "No, it's not okay," he insists, his eyes full of sincerity. "Please, let me make it up to you. I'll get your dress cleaned. I feel terrible."

You hesitate, but something in his voice tells you he genuinely means it. "Alright," you concede. "But I have dinner plans in a couple of hours, so it needs to be quick."

"Of course," he nods. "I'm Aaron, by the way."

"Y/N," you reply, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"So, Y/N," he starts as you both walk out of the coffee shop, "what brings you to New York?"

You perk up at his interest. His bright blue eyes have a sparkle that others usually lack. "I go to NYU. I was studying for my finals when you decided to spill coffee on me," you giggle.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he laughs.

"What about you?" you ask. "What do you do in New York?"

He hesitates for a moment before responding, a hint of apprehension in his voice. "I'm actually in a show on Broadway right now."

You stop in your tracks, laughing in disbelief. "What? Are you serious?"

He scratches his head. "Yeah. Crazy, right?"

An insane thought suddenly pops into your head. "Aaron?" you turn to him, "what's your last name?"

He sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. "Tveit."

Your heart drops. "Holy shit. Like Aaron Tveit?"

He laughs, a bit relieved. "Yeah. Please don't freak out."

You take a deep breath. "No, it's okay. I don't really care," you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Aaron laughs, clearly relieved. You both make your way to your hotel room. Once there, you unlock the door and step inside.

"Okay. I'm going to get changed. I'll be right back," you say, walking into the bathroom.

You shut the door, quickly getting undressed and putting on a clean dress. As you smooth out the fabric, you take a moment to gather your thoughts. Meeting Aaron Tveit feels surreal, but his genuine demeanor puts you at ease.

When you step back into the main room, Aaron is standing by the window, looking out at the cityscape. He turns when he hears you, smiling warmly. “That looks great on you,” he says.

“Thanks,” you reply, feeling a bit self-conscious but flattered. “So, how are we going to handle the dress?”

“Leave it to me,” he says, holding out his hand for the stained dress. “I know a place that does wonders with cleaning.”

You begin to hand over the stained dress, and your hands meet his. A spark of electricity seems to pass between you, and you both pause for a moment, caught in the connection.

Aaron’s eyes meet yours, and he smiles softly. “I’ll take good care of it,” he promises, his voice warm and sincere.

You nod, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. “Thanks, Aaron. I appreciate it.”

As you hand over the dress, your fingers linger for just a second longer. The moment stretches, and before you know it, Aaron leans in, closing the distance between you. Your lips meet in a soft, unexpected kiss, and the world around you seems to disappear.

When you finally pull away, both of you are slightly breathless. Your eyes lock, and before you can even process the moment, Aaron leans in again, this time with more intensity. His lips capture yours in a deep, passionate kiss, and you respond with equal fervor.

The kiss grows more urgent, and you find yourselves moving closer together, bodies pressed against each other.

Aaron's hand cups the back of your head, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. The world outside seems to vanish as the kiss deepens, becoming a whirlwind of emotion and desire.

Aaron breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Y/N,”

"Aaron," you respond, your voice breathless.

With a mutual understanding, you both move towards the bed, the room charged with an electric intensity. As you fall back onto the bed, Aaron's hands are already working on the buttons of your dress, and your hands are eager to explore the contours of his body.

Aaron's fingers deftly work on the buttons of your dress as he guides you back onto the bed. His lips meet yours in a passionate, heated kiss, all urgency and desire. Your hands roam his strong, muscular frame, reveling in the feel of him.

Aaron breaks the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Mmm, you feel so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and husky with arousal.

His large hands slide up your thighs, pushing your dress higher as he settles himself between your legs. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, lock with yours as he slowly, teasingly drags your dress up over your hips. "Gorgeous," he breathes, his gaze drinking you in hungrily.

Leaning down, he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to tangle sensually with yours. His hands slide up your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your body as he presses himself against you, his growing arousal evident.

Aaron's lips trail down your neck as his hands caress your soft skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

His fingers tug at the zipper of your dress, slowly revealing more of your figure.

Pressing his hips against yours, he kisses you deeply, passionately. His hands roam your body, memorizing every curve. "Tell me what you want, Y/N," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

“You. I want you, Aaron,” you confess.

Aaron's eyes light up at your words, a sensual smile spreading across his lips. "Then you have me," he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise.

His strong hands slide slowly down your sides, caressing your curves. Leaning in, he captures your lips in a searing, possessive kiss. His touch is electric, setting your skin aflame with desire.

Aaron's kisses trail a path down your neck, eliciting soft gasps from you. "I want to worship every inch of you," he breathes against your skin, his hands deftly unfastening the buttons of your dress.

As the fabric parts, exposing more of your body to his hungry gaze, Aaron lets out a low, appreciative groan. "So perfect," he whispers, reverently tracing the lines of your figure.

His mouth claims yours once more, the kiss deep and passionate. Aaron's hands roam your back, pulling you flush against his lean, muscular frame. You can feel the thrum of his heartbeat, the intensity of his need for you.

You moan, your arousal growing with every second. “Please, fuck me,”

Aaron's eyes darken with raw desire at your words. "As you wish," he growls, his voice thick with lust.

He captures your lips in a searing, claiming kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth with urgency. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he grinds his growing arousal against you.

Pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, Aaron hooks his fingers into the waistband of your dress. "I want to see all of you," he murmurs, slowly dragging the fabric down over your shoulders. His gaze rakes hungrily over your exposed skin, drinking you in.

With a swiftness that steals your breath, Aaron rolls you both over, pinning you beneath him. "You are perfection," he declares, his calloused palms caressing your bare flesh reverently.

Then, without warning, he surges forward, crushing his lips to yours in a bruising, claiming kiss. His hips grind against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Aaron's eyes gleam with feral hunger as he positions himself at your entrance. With a slow, agonizing thrust, he sinks into you, filling you completely. You gasp at the delicious stretch and fullness.

"Ah, Y/N," he growls, his voice dripping with carnal delight. "You feel so good...so tight and perfect around me."

He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his hands caressing your sides reverently. Then, with a low groan, he begins to move - slow, deep strokes that have you arching and trembling beneath him.

Aaron's pace quickens, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency.

"Yes," he hisses, his eyes hooded with bliss. "Take me, Y/N. Let me feel you."

His mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. The world fades away, replaced by the electric connection between your bodies, the sounds of your mingling gasps and moans.

“God, Aaron!” You scream.

Aaron's eyes darken with lust at your cry. "That's it, say my name," he rasps, thrusting into you with renewed fervor. His hips piston against yours, the slick sounds of your bodies joining driving him wild with desire.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, lavishing your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. "I want to hear you scream for me, Y/N."

His calloused hands grip your hips, angling you to take him deeper. Aaron's pace becomes frantic, primal - the need to claim you, to make you his, overwhelming.

"Come for me," he demands, his voice strained with impending release. "Let go, Y/N. I want to feel you shatter around me."

Aaron's hips stutter as you clench around him, your body trembling with the force of your release.

"Fuck, yes," he grunts, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out your orgasm.

With a strangled cry, he follows you over the edge, his rhythm becoming erratic as he spills himself deep inside you. Aaron collapses atop you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was...incredible," he murmurs, placing tender kisses along your jaw.

Slowly, he pulls out, rolling to the side and gathering you into his arms. He gazes at you with pure adoration, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice soft and full of wonder.

Aaron's fingers trace idle patterns on your skin as he holds you close, a contented smile playing on his lips.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Me too, Aaron,” you giggle. “But I really need to get to dinner.”

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