2p! England x Reader: Those Dangerous Cupcakes

-Your POV-
It was summer break of 2013; ¬you were visiting with your aunt and uncle in a quaint little town off the coast of Whales. You’re cousin told you about the new cupcake shop owned by a creepy overly happy British man who went by ‘Oliver Kirkland.’ You threw on your denim jacket and knee high converse and pulled up the hood. “Be careful young lady and come home as soon as soon as your done!” Your aunt shouted from the kitchen. You stood at attention and saluted to your aunt’s wishes.
“A’ight, can I go now?” You asked. Your uncle looked at you and smiled.
“Be careful (First Name) I don’t wanna have to bring back a dead body to my brother, alright?” He said. You nod and kiss your uncle’s cheek. You smile and walk out of the small cottage. It was raining slightly so you decide to grab your umbrella from the back of your car. You open the Umbrella showing off the cute kitty face the Umbrella had on it.
“It’s just down the road from ‘ere,” You think aloud. You walk away from the small cottage and make your way to the cupcake shop. Cupcakes aside from (Favorite desert) were your favourite things in the world. You were just dying to try one. You walked happily down the road when your friend came running up beside you.
“Hey (First Name), Where ya going,” he asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. You grabbed his index finger and moved his hand. You shot him an angry glare. The tanned man with brown hair and deep red eyes hidden behind black aviators scoffed.
“None of your business you Bloody wanka.” You growled. He laughed, that was one thing you hated most about him, he hated clingy people yet he himself had a clingy personality. Always wanting to be around you and wanting you to hang off of him. He was confusing. “Just go away Alex, I’m going to get cupcakes and I want to go alone.” You snapped.
“Fine, I don’t even like cupcakes.” He pouted. You laughed and walked off. He pouted more I hope you choke and die. He thought bitterly.
You continued to walk and finally the town had come into view and you soon came across a desolate feeling street with windows busted out of every store, and with all the doors boarded up. There was a large spinning pink cupcake on the top of the shop and the door was wide open. The scent of cupcakes made the street slightly less frightening. You walked in and saw a man kneading bread dough. You looked at the pink haired man dressed in a pink undershirt, Purple vest, and brown trousers with the biggest beautiful blue eyes and bushy eyebrows to match.
He looked up and gasped, “A customer! Wait where’s your rush where’s your hurry, you gave me such a fright I thought you was a ghost half a minute won’t you sit, sit ya down,” I sang and pushed you against a pink and blue booth. “Sit! All I meant is that I haven’t seen a customer for weeks, did you come for a Cupcake?” He asked with the same singsong tone before.
“Y-Y-Yes…” you stammered somewhat frightened. This guy’s a real not job, no wonder why he doesn’t get many customers. You thought in a daze. He stared back at you, feeling as if he was staring not at you but into your soul.
-Oliver’s POV-
In walked the prettiest little Poppet I’d ever seen in my life with (Hair length, color and style) her eyes were beautiful and shone like a thousand diamonds. She had rosy cheeks and the biggest beautiful smile; this was the girl Alex was always on about. I smiled at her and she went to bite into the Cupcake. I slapped it out of her hand.
“What the hell are you doing!?” She snapped. I sighed and took in her beautiful face, her eyes the most beautiful shade of (e/c) I blushed and smiled at her.
“You won’t want these cupcakes; they’re not good for someone like you.” I said with a grin. She looked back, an intense look in her eye.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked. “What are they poisoned or something?” her voice turned into a chuckle.
“Exactly,” I smiled. Her eyes widened. She leaned against the booth and sat awestruck. “What?” I asked, with a cock of the head. She shook her head.
“Nothing… never mind,” the young girl croaked.
-Your POV-
You couldn’t believe your eyes; this guy was a homicidal killer, who knew what he was going to do now. “You see you’re beautiful and I wouldn’t want you to die, especially not by my hands.” He whispered. You nod in confusion; so he liked you and didn’t want you to die. He certainly was a strange man. You smile, he may have been strange, but now only now did you realize that this funny Englishman, with pink hair, and bright blue eyes, was certainly a man of status and attractiveness. You couldn’t help but be drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
You smile at the man, and extend a hand, “(Full name)” You state clearly. He smiles and kisses the back of your hand like a gentleman.
He smiles back, “Oliver Kirkland,” He grins wildly. You blush at him; there was something about him that screamed everything you wanted in a guy. You smiled more grinning as much as he was; a blush dusted your already rosy cheeks. He smiles and pulls you up from the booth and begins to dance. As you spin away a certain feeling of freedom falls onto you; he smiles and pulls you back in, “A dance with me, and a kiss~” The Man grins at you. You blush more the heat of your cheeks intensifying. Finally, Oliver pulls you back into him and plants a kiss on your lips.
The two of you stand like this, for what feels like hours, the both of you in pure bliss. Everything is going right; you feel his tongue against your lips as if he were asking to enter. You part your lips and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you deeply running his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every inch. Your entire body shudders as his tongue dances against yours.
He pulls away panting, “That was great,” he blushed bright red. You nod in agreement still speechless over what happened. Still you stare into his blue eyes not saying a word. He looks at you and smiles. “Be mine Valentine~” He blushed. You smile, your blush covering your whole face. You can’t help but smile, you hadn’t felt this way about anyone in your life, you never thought to fall for the likes of that crazy cupcake salesman who poisons his cupcakes.
“Only for you,” You say loud enough for only him to hear. He smiles and kisses your cheek.
“Thank you Poppet.”