Remember how Gordon swore to himself to never let you do the mixing? Well you had that one smart moment and found the loop hole. Of course this loop hole was found via internet and millions of horny teens and real feminists! The horny teens provided the milkshake idea while a polite feminist chased them off and said to go get a blender. Lucky you, it was your old friend (insert a girl that you know is secretly a feminist from your school past schools)! So she even provided you the money seeing as she owed you for hooking her up with the most popular kid in middleschool.... You annoyed the popular person until they submitted and did your bidding, or maybe you threatened to kill their friend. WHO KNOWS? Welcome to middleschool, the years you regret more than elementary and highschool combined. But you aren't in middleschool anymore so you've seemed to surppress many memories well enough.
Anyway, she gave you enough money to buy a top quality, blender. So top quality that the reason you're even rethinking how you came to obtain this blender is because he asked you. In all honesty, it was fair when he accused you of stealing it somewhere and somehow. But hey, he huffed when you answered.... That's good right? Pfft, hell if I know I'm just the narrator... wait I should know then.... Then uh sure, it was a huff of 'fuck alright.'
Gordon Ramsay assembled the ingredients quickly. Muttering when he had to take a couple of detours when you misplaced many things. But eventually you... well he had all the ingredients laid out. Unfortunately you and him realized while this doesn't require a bowl, it requires a boiling fucking pot. Ramsay was slightly taken back when he finally remembered this. So, he wrote down the first steps on a sheet of paper and set it on the counter. Afterwards, you watched him go to the complete other side of the kitchen, glaring at you. "Better do this shit right!" He snapped when you made eye contact with him. You quickly turned away with a nod.. This should be easy, he fucking wrote it down. Damn though, he was nice handwriting. As nice as that butterfly passing by your windo- You snapped your head to the side, surprised to find Gordon Ramsay right there. Once you noticed his hand, he pulled it from your shoulder. Your body shuddered at the department of his hand's warmth. "I don't recommend spacing around fire." He teased with a sly smirk that made your body shiver once again.
You bit your lip, not daring to meet his eyes as a tint formed on your cheeks. "Y-yes chef," you said with a hesitant nod as you began to reach for the liquid measuring cup and milk. As you did that the chef handles measuring and pouring the whipped cream and the sugar. You could practically feel the heat from his body, which wasn't really helping with that slowly forming problem now was it?~ Anyway, so as you poured the milk into the cup for later, Gordon began adding the sugar into the skillet. The air was growing heavy and you were starting to feel odd.... so to change the subject, not really though, you asked a little question.
"If you had to eat any of these things on their own, which one would you eat?"
"Hard decision between the sugar and cream.... cream."
BAD DECISION, BAD DECISION!!! BRAIN MALFUNCTIO- Sorry just recreating what you are probably thinking at this point as you watched the sugar melt. It was sure taking a while to do so....
"So why c-cream?" You asked the chef, having to flinch at crossing your legs, christ that was a horrible decision! But the agony was easily ignored when Gordon shrugged, turned to look at you, then winked.
"You should already know why,~" he coed, then chuckled when all of it began to make your face similar to a cherry tomato.
As you stumbled about with your "I-I-I"'s, you turned around and poured the milk into the melted sugar. But when you reached for the cream, Gordon put his hands on yours and said. "I'll get it," with that amused smirk of his. So you nodded and carefully moved your hand away with a, "Yes ch-chef." You began, but when your hand moved away as he poured in the cream, his open hand slipped to your palm. At first you flicnhed at the sudden touch of warmth on your palm, but you were easily eased when he gave a soft chuckle at your reaction.
Once you stirred and let your ice cream thicken, you finally attempted to seperate from Gordon. The touching alone was starting to get to you greatly, but he wouldn't let go just yet.
"Chef-" You began, a bit suprised.
"Call me Gordon,~" He corrected you, his face was a bit closer. You could even feel the blush at this point.
"Okay Gordon, what are you d-doing?" You stuttered as you began to back up a bit.
"Just figuring out why exactly you asked that question earlier," He said with a smirk, your lips pratically touching. It was obvious that he knew the reason, yet he continued to press the matter until he got his wanted confession. "Don't act like an idiot sandwich (Y/N)." He jokingly teased.
"Well, I-I um..." You trailed off biting your lip, but then shifted as Gordon soon scooted back. "Well, see if the ice cream is good," he urged as he handed you a spoon, that you took with a nodd.
You dipped the spoon into the thick mixture with slight grin. You were glad that it turned out well, the taste alone was good enough to you. Then again you buy cheap, knockoff branded ice cream from the dollar store. Well despite this you couldn't help but want to rub at your own ego about it. Unfortunately, well actually, fortunely, the food god had different plans. As told by the fact the minute you opened your mouth you felt a warm, slick touch swipe across your lower lip. You widened your eyes at the feeling, looking down carefully to meet Gordon's tongue.
"If you like looking at my tongue, why don't you taste it git?" Gordon said in his usual, joking, passive-aggressive tone.
You were still a bit surprised at the gesture by itself, but the words alone made you dizzy. You couldn't help but lean down to meet the man's lips. A hum of content slipped from the cracks of your soft lips as Gordon began kissing back. As you heard your stove top turn off, you felt a hand whoosh to your lower region. It was sudden, but you couldn't help but roll your hips into the warm touch. You could've sworn you were close to sweating down there at this point, and those little gropes weren't helping either. But they helping you gasp in pleasure as your hands griped Gordon's shoulders.
A bolt of pleasure zapped your hazing mind as your cock was teased of freedom. The pulsing organ stretching your boxers as your jeans cowarded down your legs, away from the scene. This made you groan in want as you felt Gordon lightly grind against you. That action alone gave you a sample for just how big Gordon really was, then again that was expected with the shit he does practically every week and every day.
"Ready (Y/N)?" Gordon asked as he hooked his fingers at the strap of your boxers. You nodded eagerly as you quickly swayed your hips to get the dang thing to slip off. Luckily it did so easily, leaving you two more time tooooo- do I really have to say the obvious? Anyway with your average sized (I t h i n k), erect cock now exposed; you decided it was Gordon's turn. So you rushed to your knees to fumble with Gordon's pants, all the while he just looked at you occasionally snickering. Eventually that snicker turned to a grunt when you finally were able to free his gargantua cock.
Of course like the usual (Y/N) thought process, which doesn't exist apparently, you took it into your mouth without a second thought. This made Gordon flinch, and for you to start choking. As you pulled away coughing, you heard the chef give an audible laugh.
First he asked, "You alright?" Then once you nodded he began to smirk, "Too big?" He teased, but you weren't having it.
"Soon it won't be-" Alright sounded better in your mind, "To ME- I MEAN- MY MOUTH-" Thankfully you were shut up with a tip pressed against your tongue. You took awhile to get some breath before taking barely even half into your mouth. Thanfully, you weren't choking- yet. With that breath of courage you slowly began to bob your head, taking in more as you went on. At some point you weren't even needing to think about anything but listening to the food god's moans.
Just as your neck was starting to cramp, you finally hear a loud moan and a thick, salty liquid fill your mouth. Well that for one took forever so your eyes practically rolled in bliss when he finally came. Then again the man runs around the fucking world so OF COURSE HE HAS A FUCK TON OF STAMINA!!!! Yeah (Y/N), should've thought that through.
"Alright, alright. Time to return the favor," he mumbled once you two regained some breath. You were joyous at the news of you not having to struggle another neck pain saga. In fact you were too busy basking and gloating in that bliss, that Gordon managed to grab your pre-cum leaking cock in the time you were mentally floating about. You were only brought back to reality when you began to feel a tight, warmth move up and down your eager cock. This of course managed to stifle a moan from your lips. Your hand scrambling for the edge of the counter you were leaning against as your legs began to shake. So you struggled oh so greatly to find that edge as you began to loose your common sense. The damn thing seeping out your mouth with those moans that just whistled to Gordon. As he began to pick up the pace, your eyes began to roll as you slightly bucked your hips. This earned you an amused chuckle from Gordon.
"Calm down, (Y/N)," Gordon teased, knowing damn well you couldn't calm down at this point. Your breath and moans growinh shaky as you finally sacrificed a hand to pull Gordon's head closer to yours. Just so you could hungrily steal his lips as you closed your eyes in pure bliss; but just as you felt his lips conntect with yours, you finally came. Hard. A flash of white spurring beneath your eyelids just as cum spurred from your swollen, and now sensitive, dick.
At that point you couldn't recall much. Your eyes opening as the flash subsided, leaving behind a pulsing headache. The most you could remember was wiping your cock with your now messy shirt, then pulling up your pants. You could also feel cool ice chips between your teeth, and the smell of cooking lamb. I mean hey, favorite moments call for your favorite thing. But you could vividly recall Gordon yelling about missing lambsauce that you may or may not have hid from him.
Actually, you could eaily recall that! Your headache from cumming so fucking hard finally wooshing away as you bribed Gordon Ramsay for a kiss in return for the location of his sacred lambsauce.... clever.
Your returning headache couldn't even dare over power the delectable taste of the chef's cooking. Which you happily ate on the couch, sitting next to him with a smile. For a bit, you were left alone to surf through Hulu. All you can recall is having some sort of idea to tease Gordon in some way as you made your way to Kitchen Nightmares. Specifically, its end of Season 5.
He came back with ice cream, turning down the TV's volume on his way to the couch. You smiled gratefully at him as you took a small bowl and gratefully ate the stuff. Oh how its soft texture flowed on your tongue, then its cool, melted liquid went down your throat. It made your headache better, so much better. You could finally make a bit more sense of things without irritation. However, Gordon mumbled at the episode with the same sort of annoyance.
You could finally see how he had to deal with a pyscho baker, and a selfish husband of said baker. Well selfish in a blind, yet still pyschopathic, way. Even you were starting to have reactions to the scenes on said screen. But as the credits rolled and you began to feel Gordon move, you began to panic. Unfortunately that panic brought back that damn headache! So you smashed your face into Gordon's chest or shoulder, frankly you couldn't tell, in desperation for darkness. Luckily his warm body provided all you needed to keep your pain at bay as you slept away. The chef only chuckled and accepted his cuddling fate.
Author's Note:
•#10 in cooking
•#4 in gordonramsay
•#746 in reader
•And the most impressive ranking is #562 in lemon.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS?!?! H o w t h e h e l l did this happen?!?! Christ!
*sighs*
Well anyway I'll be crying and dying while you suggest the next thing for you and Gordy to fuckin cook. Or if you noticed a typo, please point it out because Wattpad crashed and I had to rewrite half of this 2,200 worded chapter.
E n d m e.
-Sincerly,
Hunder