Lemon Donuts | NC17 | 30 Rock
Title: Lemon Donuts
Prompt: about their wedding or getting married. Smut please.
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#20)
Fandom: Jack/Liz, 30 Rock
Requested by: michellek
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 668
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from, but I couldn’t get it out of my head once it was in there. I’m kinda craving a donut now. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
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“Welcome home, Mrs. Donaghy,” Jack rasped into Liz’s ear as he carried her through the door of his apartment. He set her to her feet and she immediately turned to him, curled her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Technically, this isn’t home,” she whispered against his lips as she loosened the tie around his neck. “I still want us to move into a place of our own.”
“And we will,” he agreed, pressing her back against the wall. He kissed her again, long and deep. His tongue in her mouth silenced her for several long, pleasurable minutes.
When Jack pulled away to suck her earlobe into his mouth, Liz was panting for air. “And technically, I’m not Mrs. Donaghy.”
Jack grumbled against her neck. “Why not?”
“Because I’m keeping my name, remember?” Liz left the tie hanging around his neck and set to unbuttoning his shirt. “We talked about this when you proposed.”
“I’d hoped you’d forget about that,” he replied, palming her ass and kneading her through the fabric of her skirt.
She arched into him, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him in for a kiss that left her breathless. “What if I did a hyphenate? Lemon-Donaghy?”
His large hands skimmed beneath the skirt, hooking around her panties and drawing them down her legs. “That sounds like a dessert.”
She raked her nails through his chest hair and laughed against his mouth. “A lemon doughnut does sound really good right now…”
Jack unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. “I can think of a few things that sound slightly more appetizing,” he said, pushing his slacks and boxer-briefs down his hips.
“Oh yea?”
Jack’s response was to lift her left leg and slide inside of her. They groaned in unison and he began to stroke against her.
“Oh yea,” Liz agreed, tilting her head back against the wall. She held onto his shoulders and met each thrust of his hips with ones of her own. “Definitely.”
Jack’s smug grin at her admission that sex was better than dessert only increased the pistoning of his hips. Pinning her back against the wall with his chest, he reached down and encouraged her to hook her other leg around him. She dug her heels into his ass and cried out when he began to fuck her harder and faster than before.
“Oh…my…J-Jack…” Liz replied, not caring that her head was thudding against the wall and not caring that her fancy hairdo was totally ruined. She squeezed around the hard length of him and cried out when she came.
Not surprisingly, Jack did not last much longer. Grasping her hips, he shoved up against her one, two, three more times before he came with a loud groan.
The newlyweds panted for air, remaining fused together against the wall for several moments before he pulled out and gently eased her to her feet.
“Married sex is awesome,” Liz admitted, pressing a kiss to Jack’s sweaty temple.
He chuckled and kissed her nose. “I agree.”
“I can’t believe we just consummated our marriage in the hallway,” Liz replied, shaking her head. She smoothed out the wrinkles of her skirt and watched as Jack pulled up his pants. “Oh my God…what if we made a baby right there?”
Jack’s grin was wide. “I hope we did.”
“That would be terrible!”
“Liz, there’s every possibility that we conceived a child on the couch in your office last Monday, or in the bathroom of that pastry shop on Thursday.”
Liz stifled a giggle and then gave up, breaking into a full-fledged laugh as she followed Jack into their bedroom.
“What, may I ask, is so funny?”
“It would be so awesome if we conceived one of our future lemon doughnuts in the pastry shop,” she chuckled. “Don’t you think?”
Jack laughed and pulled Liz into his arms. “Yes,” he conceded. “But what do you say we try again in a proper location?”
“Sounds good to me, Mr. Lemon-Doughnut.”
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Prompt: about their wedding or getting married. Smut please.
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#20)
Fandom: Jack/Liz, 30 Rock
Requested by: michellek
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 668
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from, but I couldn’t get it out of my head once it was in there. I’m kinda craving a donut now. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
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“Welcome home, Mrs. Donaghy,” Jack rasped into Liz’s ear as he carried her through the door of his apartment. He set her to her feet and she immediately turned to him, curled her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Technically, this isn’t home,” she whispered against his lips as she loosened the tie around his neck. “I still want us to move into a place of our own.”
“And we will,” he agreed, pressing her back against the wall. He kissed her again, long and deep. His tongue in her mouth silenced her for several long, pleasurable minutes.
When Jack pulled away to suck her earlobe into his mouth, Liz was panting for air. “And technically, I’m not Mrs. Donaghy.”
Jack grumbled against her neck. “Why not?”
“Because I’m keeping my name, remember?” Liz left the tie hanging around his neck and set to unbuttoning his shirt. “We talked about this when you proposed.”
“I’d hoped you’d forget about that,” he replied, palming her ass and kneading her through the fabric of her skirt.
She arched into him, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him in for a kiss that left her breathless. “What if I did a hyphenate? Lemon-Donaghy?”
His large hands skimmed beneath the skirt, hooking around her panties and drawing them down her legs. “That sounds like a dessert.”
She raked her nails through his chest hair and laughed against his mouth. “A lemon doughnut does sound really good right now…”
Jack unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. “I can think of a few things that sound slightly more appetizing,” he said, pushing his slacks and boxer-briefs down his hips.
“Oh yea?”
Jack’s response was to lift her left leg and slide inside of her. They groaned in unison and he began to stroke against her.
“Oh yea,” Liz agreed, tilting her head back against the wall. She held onto his shoulders and met each thrust of his hips with ones of her own. “Definitely.”
Jack’s smug grin at her admission that sex was better than dessert only increased the pistoning of his hips. Pinning her back against the wall with his chest, he reached down and encouraged her to hook her other leg around him. She dug her heels into his ass and cried out when he began to fuck her harder and faster than before.
“Oh…my…J-Jack…” Liz replied, not caring that her head was thudding against the wall and not caring that her fancy hairdo was totally ruined. She squeezed around the hard length of him and cried out when she came.
Not surprisingly, Jack did not last much longer. Grasping her hips, he shoved up against her one, two, three more times before he came with a loud groan.
The newlyweds panted for air, remaining fused together against the wall for several moments before he pulled out and gently eased her to her feet.
“Married sex is awesome,” Liz admitted, pressing a kiss to Jack’s sweaty temple.
He chuckled and kissed her nose. “I agree.”
“I can’t believe we just consummated our marriage in the hallway,” Liz replied, shaking her head. She smoothed out the wrinkles of her skirt and watched as Jack pulled up his pants. “Oh my God…what if we made a baby right there?”
Jack’s grin was wide. “I hope we did.”
“That would be terrible!”
“Liz, there’s every possibility that we conceived a child on the couch in your office last Monday, or in the bathroom of that pastry shop on Thursday.”
Liz stifled a giggle and then gave up, breaking into a full-fledged laugh as she followed Jack into their bedroom.
“What, may I ask, is so funny?”
“It would be so awesome if we conceived one of our future lemon doughnuts in the pastry shop,” she chuckled. “Don’t you think?”
Jack laughed and pulled Liz into his arms. “Yes,” he conceded. “But what do you say we try again in a proper location?”
“Sounds good to me, Mr. Lemon-Doughnut.”
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