13 Reasons Why Imagines

Scott Reed - Kitchen (SMUT)

Request: Shower or like kitchen smut with Scott Reed?

Warnings: lol smut like the title says, so if you're uncomfortable w that stuff then i suggest scroll past ://

A/N: I chose kitchen cuz I've got another request for shower smut headcanons :)) ALSO: this is written assuming you and Scott are older and living together as a couple

You were making dinner for you and Scott tonight, or you were trying to seeing as you weren't an amazing cook, but you were tired of living off take out or microwavable food.

You and Scott had been living together in an apartment for about a month now as you thought it was time to take your relationship to the next level, which had originally started at high school.

So far you'd managed to burn yourself and spill sauce all over yourself while you attempted to make your own tomato sauce.

"Fuck," you sighed as you realised you'd burnt the pasta. Yes, you were struggling to make pasta.

"What is that smell, babe?" Scott asked, walking into the kitchen.

"It's my burnt pasta," you pouted, "why can't I cook even the simplest things?"

Scott laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"Screw cooking, let's get take out," he mumbled into your hair.

"Again?" You sighed, "Scott, we'll get fat if we eat that much junk food."

"We don't have to get junk food...we can get uh take away salads?"

"We might as well buy a bag of leaves and shove them into a plastic container," you laughed.

Scott groaned, "Babe please, let's just get take out tonight, and I promise we'll learn how to cook tomorrow, the both of us."

"Fine," you muttered, "but you have to help me wash all this up after you order us something."

"Deal," Scott grinned, running off to go order something on the phone.

You began to wash up all the frying pans and kitchen utensils you used when Scott came in and began to help. The two of you ended up having a water fight, splashing water at each other to the point you were both soaking wet.

"For fucks sake Scott I'm wearing a white t-shirt, now it's gone see through," you whined.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Scott said, licking his lips lustfully.

"Shut up Scott," you laughed, but he took you in his arms again, closing the distance between you.

"You know...we could have a little fun while we wait for the take out," he whispered into your ear.

"I need to shower," you laughed.

"You're already wet (Y/N), it's perfect," he said.

He began to tug at the hem of your shirt, and you gave in, pulling it off you and attaching your lips to his.

Scott grabbed you and hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter and you spread your legs so his body could fit between them, never breaking the kiss. You began to undress each other rapidly, craving each other until you were both just in your underwear.

Scott began to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and between your breasts, causing you to moan in response. This clearly turned him on even more as he undid your bra swiftly, having mastered the art of it and pressing himself against you harder.

"Baby, I want you so bad," he groaned.

"Then have me," you muttered into his mouth.

Scott's fingers began to trace down your sides until they reached the hem of your underwear and began to pull them off slowly.

"Scott, the kitchen counter is really dirty," you laughed between kisses.

"Don't worry about that," he muttered, then lifting you off the counter and pressing you against a wall in the kitchen, your legs wrapping around his torso.

"You ready?" Scott whispered, removing his boxers.

"Please..." you begged, wanting him inside you already.

With that, Scott lined himself up at your entrance and slowly thrust himself into you, causing both of you to moan in pleasure. He gave you time to adjust to his size before you nodded, signalling for him to move.

He began thrusting into you again, against the wall, while he grunted into your ear and you breathed heavily.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Scott groaned.

"Keep...going..." you said in between breaths, but you were interrupted by the door bell ringing.

"For fucks sake, did the food really have to come right now," Scott groaned, half from the sex, half from frustration.

"You better go get that," you sighed, as he pulled out.

"But we're not finished," he pouted.

"It can wait till after," you smiled, "go get our food, or it won't happen."

"I swear you're going to give me blue balls one day (Y/N)," Scott muttered jokingly, dressing himself again and trying to find something to cover up his hard on, then running to go get your food.

A/N: well, I think I need Jesus after writing that !! and I forgot to mention protection whoopsies, always stay safe kids.