[FIC] I Love You 115 (9/115)
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Osborn/Reader
Word Count: 6129
Summary: “How many rounds can he go?” You know curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.
A/N: For everyone who keeps asking me for smut 囧.
“Can you believe he just rolled over and fell asleep?!”
You make a sympathetic noise through the phone, knowing your friend needs a listener more than anything else right now.
“When I brought this up, he said—and I quote—that I was being inconsiderate because he’s tired from work. As if I don’t work and do all the chores in the apartment?!”
You inhale sharply and, as you turn around to walk to the other end of the living room again while you’re having this conversation, you see Osborn leaning against the kitchen entrance, watching you with a small smile on his lips that the man himself probably doesn’t notice.
The two of you had been about to make dinner together when you received this call from your friend. Unfortunately, she had just fought with her boyfriend, so what you thought would be a short call became an increasingly long, comforting session. Not that you aren’t willing to do this for your friend, but it certainly puts a wrench in your evening plans.
Catching Osborn’s eyes, you mouth to him that this will probably take a while. He pushes off from the wall and walks over to you to lean down and whisper in your other ear.
“I’ll start cooking then, take your time.”
You apologize with your eyes, but he just rubs your head and turns to disappear into the kitchen. You focus back on the call.
“—and he never asks, he just assumes. The more I think about all the annoying things he does the angrier I get!”
