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🍪 quality time 🍪 (gaz x reader) smut

Hey again, it's ya girl 🤠

On todays menu is a smutty little piece as requested by @doubdota

This was kinda fun to write so I hope you have just as much fun reading it 😌

Because there's two of them, I tried to leave it open for interpretation so you can pick your preferred version of him and I hope that's alright because honestly I forgot to ask 🧍🏽 my bad fr

But yeah, enjoy!

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Hot and heavy, the scent of delicate sugar, vanilla essence and a dense presence of hard work wafted through the kitchen. The hosts of tomorrow's soirée poured equal parts of baked goods, blood, sweat and tears into the recipes of various dishes and treats. If it's one thing you can't go down for, it's a lame party. And that's real talk.

"hmmm..."

The crisp pages of a recipe book cracked underneath my finger tips as the freshly pressed spine separated.

"whatcha thinkin?"

Slipping his hands around my waist, he gently rested his head on my shoulder.

"I'm not sure,"

Deeply sighing, I pondered if buttercream was too basic, or if sticking to the staples was the best idea. It wasn't like the prime minister himself was attending, it was just a little get together since we rarely got to see each other outside of work relations. But, i'd be damned if these cookies were less than Master Chef quality.

"do you think buttercream would be good enough? Or should we do like a ganache? That could be fun!"

Laughing, he embraced me tighter and placed a gentle kiss on my temple.

"Oh my, y/n, you can just do something simple, no?"

Scrunching my face at the thought, I shot a playful side eye.

"Absolutely not!"

Dramatically freeing myself, I tightened the grip of my apron and dusted my hands with a loud slap.

"I will tolerate nothing less than perfection in this kitchen."

Holding my head high, I marched past him and scavenged for the perfect ingredients to tie my individually baked pieces of heaven together, to really set the scene. Smiling sweetly, he giggled at the idea of my throwing of a grandiose event. Leaning over the counter to my opposite, he placed his head in his hands, softly watching over my every move.

"Well, in that case, what's the plan?"

Asserting myself over the other half of the island, I narrowed my eyes and bit my lip. Bit bold to assume I'd come up with a plan in such short notice.

"How about... chocolate?"

Lips pursed, he entertained the idea for a moment.

"No, too simple. And not vanilla, because that's predictive..."

Then it hit me,

"Lemon!"

Eyes lighting up, he looked at me inquisitively as I bared an overly excited appearance.

"Lemon...?"

"Yeah! Why? What's wrong with that?"

Sitting on the idea for a second, it intrigued him.

"Nothing, could be fun."

"Could be?"

Smiling playfully, he nodded before beginning,