Just A Taste

Just a Taste

Jamil Viper x GN!Reader 18+

Posted: 05/30/23

Just a little taste couldn't hurt...could it?

Word Count: 4k

Story written based on poll results that can be found here. I will be writing for the others in order so stay tuned.

Sexual themes, shameless self insert, Minors DNI

For all intents and purposes, this takes place in an AU where NRC is an actual college and all students are aged up 2 years to be at least 18 years of age.

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Just a Taste

The smell of cooking food and exotic spices filled the kitchen.

Scarabia students rushed to and fro, cutting ingredients, and prepping lunch while one stood in the middle of the fray. Jamil’s hood was pulled up as he worked diligently, managing to keep his eyes on everyone as he easily gave instructions to his fellow students.

“Don’t let the pot boil over. Make sure to dice those carrots. Go ahead and add the spice now.” He called out.

His focus never wavers from his own task. You entered the kitchen, doing your best to stay out of everyone's way as you made your way over to Jamil, his eyes briefly flicking up to you before going back down. The ghost of a smile tugged at his lips but it was gone before you could even be sure that it was ever there.

"Did you need something?" He asked, sounding as poised and polite as ever.

You shook your head, leaning against the counter he was working on.

"No, just figured you'd be busy making Kalim's lunch and I wanted to offer an extra set of hands." You muse with a small hum as you look around the kitchen. "But it looks like you already have that covered." 

You let out a sigh, smiling down at the still-cooking Jamil.

"Guess I'll just have to bother you then." You say casually, leaning a little closer to the hooded Jamil. 

For a brief second Jamil paused, the corners of his mouth briefly tilting up before he looked up at you, the ever-pleasant smiling mask he wore plastered on his face. 

"Ah, please don't force yourself to. I'm sure Kalim would be happy to entertain you till lunch is ready. It shouldn’t be too long now. You will be joining us, won't you? " He questions, his eyes flashing up to meet yours.

You offer Jamil another smile, tilting your head a little.

“I don’t want to be with Kalim. I want to spend time with you…or do you not want me to?” You ask, knowing Jamil was usually too polite to just tell people to leave him alone. 

Jamil was quick to set your mind at ease, shaking his head.

“No, of course not. Please stay. I’d be grateful for the company and help.” He said quickly

With that, you pull yourself onto the counter next to where Jamil was cooking, your legs swinging idly as he worked. There was silence between you two, but it was comfortable. Some of the other students came to Jamil, asking him questions about their dishes that he answers confidently, slightly adjusting his braids as he straightened up or leaned back over the dish he was working on. 

Jamil continued to prepare his own dish, looking down into his skillet you could see cubes of meat, sauteeing in some kind of sauce. Knowing Jamil it was bound to be delicious.

“So what are you cooking today?” You ask, trying not to make it too obvious that you were drooling over the smell alone.

Jamil took his time, casually flipping the meat in the pan, making sure everything was perfectly and evenly coated.

“Nothing too special. Just one of Kalim’s favorite dishes from the Scalding Sands. He’s been asking for it so I figured I’d serve it for him.” he replies, pulling the skillet from the fire and setting it off to the side.

“Oh how kind of you.” You reply.

After a moment you couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in a little to make sure only Jamil could hear you.

“Or did he finally annoy you into complying?” You question, making Jamil’s head jerk in your direction, unable to hide your smirk from him.

With a quick look around Jamil tilted his head, dropping that mask of his to return your smirk.

“You know me too well sometimes. It’s the only way to get him to stop asking for it.” Jamil replies simply with a shrug.

You let out a small chuckle, leaning back on the counter a little. 

"Would you like a taste?" Jamil grabbed a spoon, scooping up a small bit of sauce and a cube of meat. Holding his hand under the spoon he lifted it up to your lips with a coy smile. 

You don't respond, just opening your mouth and accepting the spoonful, trying to ignore the rising heat you felt in your cheeks. As expected it was delicious. The meat was tender and juicy, the sauce a complex blend of flavors that had your tastebuds dancing.

“So how is it?” He asked with a sly smile and a raised brow that told you he already knew the answer. 

You licked your lips, savoring the lingering taste for a few moments longer while you pretended to think it over. If he insisted on this song and dance then you had little choice but to play along.

“Delicious, as always. And poison free it seems.” You reply with your own grin. “I think I’ll take you up on your lunch invitation.”

Jamil chuckles, shaking his head a little. The golden trinkets in his braids jingled softly before he took a step closer to you.

“You say that like I would let you try something that could be poisoned.” He whispered, those cool gray eyes of his looking at you warmly.

You bit your lip, seeing unspoken words in those eyes. Words he would never speak in front of so many. Instead he grabbed his spoon again, scooping up more of his dish before tasting it himself. He let out a soft hum, looking down at the dish with a small frown.

“Hm…it’s missing something.” He muttered to himself before stepping over to you.

Jamil went to the spices you were sitting in front of, looking them over and muttering to himself about what it could be missing. You looked on with a raised brow, not sure when you’d ever seen Jamil like this before, though you weren’t going to complain. It was nice having him so close.

“Ah, there it is.” 

Before you could turn to try and see what he had apparently found you felt Jamil’s lips press against yours. It was brief, and over far too soon. Your eyes were wide as you stared at Jamil. You felt your cheeks heat up like someone had suddenly lit a fire just beneath the skin. 

Jamil was looking up at you with a smirk, his tongue tracing over his lower lip. He had one hand holding his chin while the other rested on his hip.

"Just as I suspected. You really do bring out the full flavor of my dish." He mused coyly, looking rather pleased with himself.

You were still stunned into silence from the sudden unexpected kiss. Seeming to only be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest. It wasn’t until you calmed down a little did you realize how quiet things actually were.

There was still the sizzle of cooking meats and vegetables, the bubbling from different pots; but there was no more chatter, no more chopping knives, or stirring. All eyes were on the two of you and you felt your cheeks burn once more at the realization that everyone had seen Jamil kiss you. 

Jamil had noticed the silence 

himself and turned to face the other Scarabia students, his voice colder and sterner as he addressed them.

“Have you finished your dishes already?” 

There was another moment of silence before the students quickly responded.

“No sir!”

“Then get back to it. We can’t be late." He snapped at the students who hurried to get back to their respective dishes. 

The silence was quickly filled as everyone went back to their assigned tasks under Jamil’s watchful gaze. You couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping you as you took the scene in. The sound had Jamil turning back to look at you with a raised brow. 

“Something you find amusing?” He asks with a small grin.

You shook your head, swinging your legs off the counter once again.

“Just how quickly you can switch from playful to serious. It’s cute.” You reply, tilting your head a little, offering him a playful smile. 

“Cute?” Jamil questioned, that playful smile spreading across his lips again.

You quickly nodded in agreement as Jamil stepped closer once again. 

“Yeah, like when you lick your lips after you kiss me. It’s cute.” You explained, admittedly teasing him, but it was true.

Jamil chuckled, resting his hands on your hips as his eyes darted from your gaze back down to your lips. You grabbed one of his braids, curling it around your finger, his hair smooth and silky.

"Perhaps I should show you just how cute I can be then?" He suggests softly, leaning back in as if to kiss you again. His warm scent wafting over to you.