pairing: poly!matt donovan x reader x elena gilbert
summary: baking cookies with matt and elena <3
a/n: should i probably work on requests that i've had since like last july? yes. did i get too excited and spend the whole day writing tvd fics instead? also yes.
requested by: @troubleshootingspacekangaroo
you, matt, and elena are in the kitchen. elena is perched on the counter, legs swinging lazily, watching you and matt knead the dough. flour clings to your fingers and smudges across your arms. she’s banned from helping this time, last time’s cookie disaster is still fresh in your mind.
“this is so unfair!” she huffs, jumping down from the counter. “i should be allowed to help!”
matt smirks and scoops her up in one smooth motion. she squeals, flailing for a second before he sets her back gently on the counter.
“nuh-uh,” he teases. “you’re hopeless in the kitchen. just sit there and watch.”
“babyy, pleaaase!” she whines, turning her pouty face toward you.
you grin, shaking your head. “nope. matt’s right, pretty. you stay.”
her pout deepens, and she flops back on the counter, knocking over the milk carton. some of it spills, and you reach out to steady it, brushing your hand against hers.
“oops,” she murmurs, cheeks flushed.
“you’re too cute,” you laugh, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. she giggles, tucking her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer.
“you’re cuter,” she whispers, brushing her lips along your jaw, down your neck. matt’s arms circle your waist, pulling you toward him, and you can feel his warmth against your back.
“mine,” he murmurs, nipping playfully at your earlobe, making you shiver.
elena gasps, feigning indignation, before leaning into you for another kiss. her lips are soft and sweet, the scent of her perfume mingling with the vanilla in the air. your hands rest on her waist, pulling her closer, and she wraps her arms around your neck, fingers threading through your hair.
matt presses a kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, hands lingering on your hips. you groan softly, tilting your head to give him better access, while elena presses little kisses along your jawline, giggling each time.
finally, you glance at the oven. “the cookies should be ready.”
elena hops down, flour smudging her cheeks as she peers into the oven. “oh my god, they look amazing.”
you pull one tray out carefully, the warm aroma filling the kitchen. the cookies are perfect. golden, soft, and still slightly gooey in the middle. you break one apart, steam rising, and the sweet smell hits you all at once.
matt leans in, taking a bite, eyes lighting up. “oh wow… these are insane.”
elena grabs a cookie too, crumbs dusting her fingers. she bites down, moaning softly. “oh my god… this is so good. you made these perfect.”
you laugh, brushing some flour from her nose, and she leans up to kiss you—soft at first, then deeper, her lips warm against yours. matt presses his lips to your neck as your hands slide around elena’s waist, fingers tangling in her hair.
“don’t forget me,” matt murmurs, pulling you back into him, lips brushing against yours.
you groan, caught between them, but it’s perfect. soft kisses, playful nibbles, and the sweet chaos of three of you in the kitchen. flour, milk, and cookie crumbs coat the counter, but the warmth, laughter, and kisses make it all feel like magic.
elena presses her forehead to yours, smiling against your lips. “okay… maybe i can just watch… for now.”
you grin, brushing a final kiss across her temple, while matt hugs you both from behind. the cookies cool on the tray, but nothing compares to the heat, laughter, and messy, perfect closeness of all three of you in the kitchen.
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