A Better Kiss (Zach Mitchell X Reader)

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Fandom: Jurassic World
Pairing: Zach Mitchell X Reader
Word Count: 1,159
Prompt: Maybe something cute like Zach and Y/N baking together?
Hope you like it, love!!  <33

“Zach, honey, no, that is not right.” You said, grabbing the chocolate chips out of Zach’s hand and placing them on the counter.

He knitted his eyebrows together and stuck his lower lip out at you, and you sighed. “You’ve already put in two and a half cups of them! If you put in any more, they’re not even going to be cookies! They’re just going to be a tiny bit of dough with way too many chocolate chips.”

“C’mon, you like chocolate chips; one more handful?” Zach tried, and you tossed your hands into the air exasperatedly.

“Fine! Ruin the cookies! See if I care!”

Zach cheered silently to himself, sprinkling a small handful of the chocolately triangles into the white dough. You helped him roll the dough into balls, and when you were finished and the cookies were safely in the oven, Zach pressed you into a cupboard, his hands resting on the counter and caging you in.

“Are you mad that I wanted more chocolate chips?” Zach asked, but you weren’t really thinking about the cookies anymore. Instead, your eyes were locked on the smidge of chocolate that was left on Zach’s lips. Without saying anything, you leaned forward and licked the chocolate off his mouth before pulling away.

Zach looked at you in confusion. “Was that supposed to be a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, you just had chocolate on your lip.”

“Good, I thought you were losing your touch or something.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Please, I am a much better kisser than you.”

“Prove it.” Zach said, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

You angled your head appropriately before tilting upward and kissing him gently, both hands coming up to thread through his hair. You tugged lightly on the dark strands, grinning to yourself at the soft grunt Zach let out at the contact, and caught his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly on it before breaking the kiss.

Zach’s eyes were wide and dark, and his breath was definitely a little faster than normal when you looked at him.

“Okay, you know what, you are a better kisser than me.” Zach relented, and you smiled. “You are way sweeter than the cookies, by the way.”

You groaned. “Nothing is sweeter than those cookies, Zach. You know I love sweets, I really do, but those cookies are going to be way too sweet.”

He shook his head. “Just you wait, __y/n__. You’ll see. It’s an old Mitchell family recipe.”

You didn’t believe him, but you didn’t argue anymore when his lips found yours again. The cookies wouldn’t be done for another ten minutes, you had enough time for another kiss.

Or three.

Or four.

Honestly, you lost count.

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“I’m sorry for doubting you,” You said, your mouth dropping open in surprise as you took a bite of the cookie that you thought Zach had ruined. “This is quite possibly the best cookie ever.”

Zach grinned, snagging the rest of your cookie from your hand and tossing it in his mouth. “I told you!” He said triumphantly, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“You win this round, Mitchell. But when winter comes, we’ll see who can make the better cup of hot chocolate.” You challenged.

“I have a recipe for that too,” Zach said, still grinning. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you continued to pout. “Come on, you’re the better kisser, I’m the better baker, just accept it.”

You relaxed into his arms, turning and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before grabbing another cookie from the tray and taking a bite. God, it really was delicious. Then again, Zach had made it, and he was pretty delicious himself, so it wasn’t that surprising. “Fine, I accept it, Peeta.” You said, and Zach groaned.

“That’s gonna be my new nickname, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.”

“I hate you.” Zach grumbled, and you feigned hurt.

“Ouch, Peeta, that hurts. That really hurts.” You kissed him when he kept frowning. “I won’t call you it if you really don’t like it.” You murmured against his lips, and Zach nuzzled his nose against yours.

“If you call me Peeta, I get to call you Sweet Lips. Or Hot Lips, your choice.”

You gagged. “Okay, fine, I won’t call you Peeta. Never call me that again, please.”

Zach shook your hand. “Deal.”

“So, baker boy, let’s get as many of these cookies eaten before Gray smells them, ye-” You were cut off by Gray bounding into the room and swiping all the cookies off the tray and into his shirt, which he was using as a sort of basket.

You and Zach shared a look before bolting out of the room and chasing after Gray, who was laughing hysterically.

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The night ended with Gray passed out on the couch between the two of you, cookie crumbs littering his cheeks, his clothes, and even, somehow, his hair, and about a dozen crushed cookies spread all over the Mitchell’s house.

You did not want to see how Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell were going to respond to that when they got home from their “date night” (you knew it was actually marriage counseling, but they called it a date night), but you and Zach didn’t want to wake Gray up, which would ultimately happen if either of you got up. Gray’s head was nestled in your abdomen, and his legs were tossed over Zach’s lap, so really, you were trapped.

You reached for one of Zach’s hands tiredly and smiled softly when he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“Hey,” Zach started, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Gray up. “I love you.”

You and Zach had been dating for a while, but neither of you said those words often. You both knew you loved each other, of course, but it made it even more special when he did choose to tell you.

Your smile widened, and your eyes sparkled with a quiet happiness that Zach always managed to bring out in you. “I love you too.”

You carefully maneuvered yourself so that you could brush a feather light kiss across Zach’s lips without waking up Gray, before leaning back into the couch.

“I hope you know that you’re going to have to make me those cookies again sometime,” You spoke softly, after a moment of nothing but you and Zach looking at each other with matching gentle smiles. “I think I got like three, the rest were either eaten by Gray or abandoned on the floor.”

Zach grinned. “I’ll trade you cookies for kisses.”

“So, I get to kiss you, and I get cookies? Seems like a win-win for me.” You pointed out, and Zach shrugged.

“I also get to kiss you and I get cookies too, so everyone wins.”

You squeezed Zach’s hand, beaming at him. “I like this scenario.”

End. ❤