Gummy Bear Thief: Hiro Hamada x reader

“What the heck?!  Where are they?” you can hear Hiro’s grumblings from the staircase as you walk up to his room.  You smile to yourself, already knowing what he’s looking for.

Schooling your features, you take the last step to enter his room.  “What’s wrong?” you ask, playing innocent.

He looks up from his position on the floor and halfway under his desk.  When he does, he knocks his head on the edge of his desk.  “Ouch!”  He rubs the sore spot on his head as he crawls out and sits cross legged on the floor.

You wince at the solid thunk of his head hitting the hard desk and walk over.  “Are you okay?” you ask, but are cut off when Baymax begins to activate.

Once fully inflated, he moves around the bed to get to you and Hiro.  “Hello.  I am Baymax, your personal health-”

“Baymax!  What did you do with my gummy bear stash?” Hiro asks aggressively.

Baymax pauses his speech and tilts his head, “Eating an excess of sugars and sweets is not good for your health or your teeth.  You must maintain a proper diet to compliment your active lifestyle.  I fear that your level of consumption of these gummy bears is too rapid; therefore, I enlisted the help of (Name) to locate and remove your gummy bear stashes from your house and lab so we can properly monitor your intake.”

“You did what?!” he yells at Baymax, before turning his glare on you.

You gulp at the deadly glare he’s giving you and move to take a step back.  “Hey now, don’t look at me like that.  It wasn’t my idea, and we’re only trying to help you…”  You take a couple more steps back, only to bump into Baymax.

Hiro pushes himself up and slowly makes his way toward you, like a predator stalking its prey.  You quickly scurry to stand behind Baymax to use him as protection from Hiro’s wrath.  “Help me?  You’re trying to help me?  I’m afraid I just don’t see how this could possibly be helping me,” his voice has a very dangerous edge in it.

You feel your heart rate increase as you take a few more steps back.  You shriek when he goes to lunge for you, but breathe a sigh of relief when Baymax catches him and pulls him into a hug.

“You will be alright.  There, there.”  He pats Hiro on the head, trying to console him on the loss of his gummy bears.  Trapped in the embrace, Hiro continues to watch you with a narrowed gaze.

“Uh… you obviously need some time to calm down and process this, so I’m just going to-”

“You’re not leaving this house until you tell me what you’ve done with my gummy bears.”  He puts his hands on Baymax’s arms to start pushing out of his grip.

You quickly turn and run for the stairs.

“(Name)!  Get back here!” Hiro yells, increasing his efforts to get out of Baymax’s grip.

“No way!” you yell back.  Glancing behind you, you yelp when you see that Hiro’s broken free and is hot on your heels.  You run down the stairs, trying to be careful enough to not trip down them, but Hiro is much faster than you are.  Just as you reach the landing for the living room, he jumps and tackles you to the floor.  “Hiro!  Get off!” you yell, struggling as you lay on your stomach.

He presses his full weight to your back to keep you in place, “Not until you tell me what you’ve done with my gummy bears.”

“You’re so heavy!” you groan out.  “And you wonder why we took them away from you!”

“Tell me where they are, (Name),” he says firmly, ignoring your comment.

“Never, you can’t make me!” you protest.

He chuckles darkly before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words and you let out a shaky breath.

“Wait a minute…” he suddenly says.  He lifts his body up and tugs on your shoulder to get you to turn around onto your back.  “Why do I smell gummy bears on your breath?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “W-what?  I have no idea what you’re talking abo-”

You get cut off when Hiro slams his lips onto yours.  You gasp when Hiro’s tongue slips into your open mouth.  His kiss is aggressive as he explores your mouth.  Your taste only confirms his suspicions.  As punishment, his teeth lightly nip at your lower lip.  “You’ve been eating my gummy bears,” he accuses after pulling away.

You head is cloudy from the kiss you just shared, that it takes a moment for his words to process in your mind.  “Well, I didn’t want them to go to waste, so…”

“Where are they, (Name)?”

“I’m still not telling.”

One corner of his mouth lifts up as he smirks, “I’ll coax it out of you.”

You glare defiantly back, “I’d like to see you try.”

He chuckles, leaning in close once more.  “Oh, you will,” he whispers before capturing your lips once more.