#privatechef!niccolo x black reader

[mahtharula]

✧･ﾟ— table for two

starring: privatechef!niccolo x black!reader wc: 872 cw: reader is a model,  niccolo is italian (his name is niccolo, explains itself), refers to cheating, slight angst?

the strong scent of chicken parm filled your nose as you eased your way to the main living space of your penthouse. pink fluffy slippers adorning your manicured feet, while your body was wrapped in your pale pink silk robe that hugged at your curves perfectly, finished the look with your bundles being pinned up in curls. 

as you made your way to the stool that sat at your island, you couldn’t help but watch the man preparing your meal from the evening. From his blonde hair that stayed in a nice short cut to his strong back that flexed against the white material as he whisked at whatever was in the pot.

“good evening, niccolo.” you cooed softly as you sat at the stool, watching as the man before you turned towards you, greeting you with his kind brown eyes, “good evening, ms.l/n. it's nice to finally see you.” he said softly, the warmth of his gaze making you shift in your seat as he went to prepare your plate. 

“nicco, i thought i told you to call me y/n, you don’t need to be so formal.” you spoke once more as niccolo placed your plate before you, “ i know, but it’s about respect. but if that’s what you want, i will, y/n.” he said, presenting you with his signature smile, “thank you and this looks so good nicco!” you squealed, earning a soft laugh from niccolo as you picked up your utensils as he began to clean.

it has been 4 nights since niccolo has seen you. you wouldn’t leave your room at all because of the douche you called your boyfriend. it was a consistent thing with the two of you to keep fighting over his adultery ways! but of course, you would take all the blame and lock yourself away while your boyfriend did god knows what and he hated it! of course, he would want to step in but he knew that was out of bound with his job requirements. 

the silence was peaceful for both of them. from the utensils scratching along the plate to the running of water niccolo had going on for the dishes. The ambient sound was comforting. the presence of one another was comforting. it was as if the two of you were in your own bubble, not focused on the outside world and its problems. but sometimes reality had to come and bite you in the a–

“hello?” you spoke, holding your phone to your ear as your food was disregarded, “no zeke, that’s rich coming from you–what do you mean i’m the blame?” you asked as you stood up from the stool and made your way towards your bedroom.

your voice only got louder the moment your door slammed and niccolo could only close his eyes, keeping his focus on the dishes to refrain from following after you. it was the same bullshit from this guy. whether you're doing a show or traveling, zeke always had a way of getting under your skin, but that’s not what you're supposed to do as a boyfriend, is it? 

it was 30 minutes after you disappeared. the dishes were cleaned, the kitchen was sweep, wiped and sanitized to niccolo’s standards and his bag was all packed for him to clock out for the night. he planned on leaving to give you your space, but something in the back of his mind was nagging him to just check on you. placing his chef bag by the door, he eased his way towards your bedroom door before sending three soft knocks to the door, “y/n?” he called, waiting for any sort of reply. when he was met with silence, he slowly pushed the door in to see you buried in your pillows, “oh y/n…” niccolo said with a sigh as he made his way to your side, rubbing along your back as you cried.

“nicco, i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.” you cried into the pillow, your words getting muffled but niccolo still heard, “its not you, y/n, its him. he’s not the one for you and clearly can’t treat you the way a flower should be taken care off.” niccolo was going somewhere with this but some of his own feelings eased out as you shifted your body to face him, “you think i’m a flower?” you asked softly as you stared at those brown eyes of his, “i do.”

it was like something clicked in your brain as you stared at the man before you. lifting your hand to his cheek, you grazed the supple skin before you leaned in to plant a soft peck to his lips. a peck that lead to a deeper kiss that made you straddle his lap, your acrylic nails raked at his hair as his hands gripped your waist. “wait, wait, wait–” pulling away from his lips as you stared at him, seeing the admiration and lust floating through his eyes, “could you spend the night?” you asked hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers as your stared at the man.

niccolo took ahold of your hands, planting kisses against your palms before giving you an answer.

“of course, flora mio.”

✧･ﾟ— author’s note • so first and foremost, i feel like this man needs more recognition! second, this is much longer than expected but maybe it needs a part two...who knows! but i hope you enjoyed this 😙

[neesieiumz]

I never knew I needed Niccolo this bad until this, omg 😳 🫠

✧･ﾟ— table for two

starring: privatechef!niccolo x black!reader wc: 872 cw: reader is a model,  niccolo is italian (his name is niccolo, explains itself), refers to cheating, slight angst?

the strong scent of chicken parm filled your nose as you eased your way to the main living space of your penthouse. pink fluffy slippers adorning your manicured feet, while your body was wrapped in your pale pink silk robe that hugged at your curves perfectly, finished the look with your bundles being pinned up in curls. 

as you made your way to the stool that sat at your island, you couldn’t help but watch the man preparing your meal from the evening. From his blonde hair that stayed in a nice short cut to his strong back that flexed against the white material as he whisked at whatever was in the pot.

“good evening, niccolo.” you cooed softly as you sat at the stool, watching as the man before you turned towards you, greeting you with his kind brown eyes, “good evening, ms.l/n. it's nice to finally see you.” he said softly, the warmth of his gaze making you shift in your seat as he went to prepare your plate. 

“nicco, i thought i told you to call me y/n, you don’t need to be so formal.” you spoke once more as niccolo placed your plate before you, “ i know, but it’s about respect. but if that’s what you want, i will, y/n.” he said, presenting you with his signature smile, “thank you and this looks so good nicco!” you squealed, earning a soft laugh from niccolo as you picked up your utensils as he began to clean.

it has been 4 nights since niccolo has seen you. you wouldn’t leave your room at all because of the douche you called your boyfriend. it was a consistent thing with the two of you to keep fighting over his adultery ways! but of course, you would take all the blame and lock yourself away while your boyfriend did god knows what and he hated it! of course, he would want to step in but he knew that was out of bound with his job requirements. 

the silence was peaceful for both of them. from the utensils scratching along the plate to the running of water niccolo had going on for the dishes. The ambient sound was comforting. the presence of one another was comforting. it was as if the two of you were in your own bubble, not focused on the outside world and its problems. but sometimes reality had to come and bite you in the a–

“hello?” you spoke, holding your phone to your ear as your food was disregarded, “no zeke, that’s rich coming from you–what do you mean i’m the blame?” you asked as you stood up from the stool and made your way towards your bedroom.

your voice only got louder the moment your door slammed and niccolo could only close his eyes, keeping his focus on the dishes to refrain from following after you. it was the same bullshit from this guy. whether you're doing a show or traveling, zeke always had a way of getting under your skin, but that’s not what you're supposed to do as a boyfriend, is it? 

it was 30 minutes after you disappeared. the dishes were cleaned, the kitchen was sweep, wiped and sanitized to niccolo’s standards and his bag was all packed for him to clock out for the night. he planned on leaving to give you your space, but something in the back of his mind was nagging him to just check on you. placing his chef bag by the door, he eased his way towards your bedroom door before sending three soft knocks to the door, “y/n?” he called, waiting for any sort of reply. when he was met with silence, he slowly pushed the door in to see you buried in your pillows, “oh y/n…” niccolo said with a sigh as he made his way to your side, rubbing along your back as you cried.

“nicco, i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.” you cried into the pillow, your words getting muffled but niccolo still heard, “its not you, y/n, its him. he’s not the one for you and clearly can’t treat you the way a flower should be taken care off.” niccolo was going somewhere with this but some of his own feelings eased out as you shifted your body to face him, “you think i’m a flower?” you asked softly as you stared at those brown eyes of his, “i do.”

it was like something clicked in your brain as you stared at the man before you. lifting your hand to his cheek, you grazed the supple skin before you leaned in to plant a soft peck to his lips. a peck that lead to a deeper kiss that made you straddle his lap, your acrylic nails raked at his hair as his hands gripped your waist. “wait, wait, wait–” pulling away from his lips as you stared at him, seeing the admiration and lust floating through his eyes, “could you spend the night?” you asked hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers as your stared at the man.

niccolo took ahold of your hands, planting kisses against your palms before giving you an answer.

“of course, flora mio.”

✧･ﾟ— author’s note • so first and foremost, i feel like this man needs more recognition! second, this is much longer than expected but maybe it needs a part two...who knows! but i hope you enjoyed this 😙