TVD/TO Imagines, Etc.

Kiss The Cook(Matt)

Fluff/Dirty: (Female/Male) Reader x Matt Donovan

Imagine helping your husband Matt cook for a barbecue.

  "Babe, we have to go to the store, I completely forgot ingredients for the aioli sauce!" Matt Donovan called from downstairs.
"Coming!" You yelled, rushing down the stairs before you grabbed your keys. "How do I look?"

Upon seeing you, your husband Matt smiled sweetly, completely in awe of you even if you were married.

"Perfect, (Y/N), let's go," he complimented as you handed him the car keys. "I hate taking you to the store when you look so hot. People hit on you all the time."

You were dressed nicely for your barbecue that you were both hosting later today.
"Thank you, babe. And also, that only happened once," you argued.
"Whatever," Matt grumbled as you got into the car.

****

"That's so not helping," your husband frowned as you danced around the aisles at the grocery store, taunting him as he tried to find the right ingredients.
"You're no fun," You pouted as you kept dancing.
"Come on, honey, help me!"
"No, this is more fun," you smirked. "Dance with me!"
"No," Matt laughed. "I have to be the responsible one her, because clearly you don't wanna be!"
"Come and dance with me," you whined.
"No!"

You almost choked on laughter as a handsome man not much older than the both of you chuckled, patting Matt on the shoulder as he passed by.
"Trust me, man. If I had a (wife/husband) that looked like that.... I'd keep (her/him) happy," he smiled, and then he was gone.
"See?" You raised an eyebrow. "He gets it."
"Ha ha. Whatever," Matt rolled his eyes. "Go marry him, then."
"Maybe I will," you shrugged.
"You wouldn't," Matt scoffed.
"Maybe," you nodded. "Or.... maybe I'll let you eat a sundae off of me again."

Matt glanced away from the grocery store shelf, his interest piqued.

"Maybe I'll let you spank me with the wooden spoon, or throw an apron on and keep things interesting," you suggested indifferently.
"I'm listening," Matt said immediately. "What are you gonna wear under that apron?"
"A smile," you grinned.
"I think I'd be into that," Matt smirked, trying to hide his excitement and arousal.

"You gotta catch me first!" you grinned, taking off running right there in the grocery store as Matt sighed, taking off running after you.

****

"Vicki! Hi!" You exclaimed as your sister-in-law arrived at your front door early.
"I'm early," she noticed, pulling away as you finished hugging her. "Need any help?"
"Oh, it's fine, we're almost done, Matt's just working on the ribs, do you want anything?" You offered.
"Just a soda, thanks," Vicki nodded as you handed her one from the cooler outside. "Hey, Mattie."
"Vicki, hey!" he exclaimed, hugging his sister with his free arm as he turned the meat on the grill. "Good to see you, sit down."

Vicki sat down as you snuck up behind Matt, wrapping your arms around his muscular torso, kissing his neck eagerly. He was wearing the Kiss the Cook apron you'd bought him for Christmas one year.
"I love your meat, Matt," you groaned.
"Guys," Vicki Donovan frowned. "Let's keep it PG here, huh?" she teased.
"Oh, what? You're telling me you're not dating anyone right now?" Matt asked expectantly.
"Matt," you sighed, kissing his cheek. "You're lucky I'll still kiss you after that."
"Yes, I am," he agreed as he turned his neck and kissed you. "Love you, babe."

"I love you," you smiled, mercilessly teasing him by slapping his ass as you walked away.
"You're the worst," Matt tried to hide his genuine smile.

"Ew. Guys," Vicki sighed. "Please don't do this around the food.... I really wanna be able to actually eat it."