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jilixthinker · 1 month

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sweet taster

=͟͟͞♡ minho × fem!reader

word count: 1.6K

content warning: smut, established relationship, sub!minho, cock play, kinda chubby (but not really) minho, a little bit of feederism if you squint, it's all very loving and sweet

a/c: i feel things about minho's imaginary soft tummy, that's it.

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"That was definitively too much."

Your home smells like savory and sweet, the nice scent lingering in your living room like a warm blanket, and Minho groans in delight as he plops on the couch with his eyes closed, stress from the work beginning to melt away. He loves when he comes home to the smell of one of your cooking, it makes him feel spoiled and pampered.

The portion of bibimbap was more than generous, but what truly tested his stomach capacity were the three big slices of apple pie he gobbled down while you watched him with adoring eyes, fingers softly caressing his plush tighs.

Minho has a sweet tooth and you love cooking and baking for him, that is always been your love language. In addition to that, in the last year of your relationship you started to experiment in the kitchen with lots of different baking recipies, and your loving boyfriend has been your official taster since that.

You cook, he eats, and you look fondly at him while he savors your baked goods, making a series of cute tiny sounds of pleasure that leaves you cooing and pinching at his soft cheeks. That is how you would describe happiness.

"Are you full?" You ask, sitting next to him and immediately nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

Minho smiles and his arm circles your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You nose at his sweater and he smells like candy, smells sweet and intrinsecally like home and Minho. "So full." He chuckles, placing a wet kiss on the top of your head.

"I guess you don't have space for one last treat then..." you smile against his skin as your hand drops to his belly. It feels tensed and a little swollen because of all the food he ate, and you start to massage it slowly.

"Treat?" Minho's eyes get all round and you hear him sniffing at the air in search of a distinct odor that will make him understand what are you referring to.

"I tried baking some cream eclairs." You smile at him, pinching the soft pudge below his belly button between your thumb and pointer. It's so soft that you wanna eat him whole.

"Well, I guess I can make some space, then".

You sit up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Minho's tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth, pre-savoring the dessert, and you feel a familar warmth spreading through your body. He is just too cute, too precious, too sweet to be yours.

"Let me get it for you. Wanna feed you." You smile as you stand up and head to the kitchen, the platter of creamy sweets ready in the oven.

When you come back, Minho is waiting for you with big pleading eyes, eager to taste the product of your baking. You place the plate on a cushion next to him, but instead of sitting down on the couch, you find your place on his lap, straddling his soft yet muscular thighs.

"Open wide." You say, taking one eclair in your hand and bringing it to Minho's mouth. You tap him under his chin and his mouth falls open easily.

Keeping eye contact, Minho leans forward to take a big bite, chewing slowly to let the flavor really envelop his senses. The lemon cream is sweet and warm, and it melts in his mouth.

You stare at him, pushing the eclair back to his lips when Minho is done chewing, inviting him to take another bite. With a loud gulp, Minho opens up again, and his tongue swirls against your thumb.

"How does it taste?" You ask while you brush a few crumbs from his lips.

Minho swallows the last bit of the eclair and the tip of his tongue laps at his plump lips once again. "Tastes amazing." He puffs out, his breath smells exactly like the cream.

"Want another?" You ask, taking the second one on your hand without even waiting for his answer.

"I am very full, baby." He mumbles, arm falling down to rest on the top of his stretched tummy. "I don't know if I can fit another one. But they taste like heaven."

"Just one more." You murmur as you leave a small peck on the corner of Minho's mouth, licking a bit of sugar away. "You look so cute when you eat. Please, just one more." You insist.

Minho sighs, his tummy is stretched and slighly uncomfortable, but saliva begins to pool inside his mouth as a pavlovian response to the thought of the sweet taste. "Just one more." He conceeds.

You hum and bring the pastry in front of his mouth. Minho diligently parts his lips once again and accepts the eclair. Crumbs are all over his shirt and pants, and there are cream smudges all around his pretty red mouth, even stuck between his teeth.

"So gorgeous for me." You whisper as your hips buck involuntarily against Minho's groin. And then you notice that you are not the only one enjoying this.

"You're hard, uh?" You ask with a chuckle, lowering your hand to cup him through his sweats and squeezing him lightly. Minho hisses and you rub his protruding stomach, feeling the soft skin under the fabric.

Minho finishes swallowing and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears you lowering the band of his sweats. "Yeah. It was sweet." He huffs. "You are sweet. Got me all hard."

You take the opportunity to remove his pants completely to gain easy access to fondle him through his briefs in the process. Minho's breath is is soft and tender, and he smells amazing, all sugary and pretty for you.

"Wanna touch you. Can I, baby?" You ask, finding a comfortable position on the floor, between his parted legs.

The room is warm, but Minho's legs are tensed and his thin hair are fluffy. You caress them and massage the muscles underneath, and you see his fattened cock twitching against his groin. You see a few pearls of precum glistening on the chubby tip, and you wonder if his release would taste like cream if you fed him enough sweets. The thought is enough to rub your legs together, your panties are already sticking to your folds. But this is for Minho, you think.

"You can do anything you want to me." He murmurs, eyes almost closing and head resting on the cushions behind him.

You smile and you scoot forward to wrap one hand around his cock, squeezing it. His swollen cock immediately chubs up even more and wets the fabric of the sweatshirt. The cockhead looks all sensitive, and you tentatively circle the palm of your other hand around it, coaxing a sweet moan out of Minho's lips.

"My sweet, sweet boy." You coo, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and circling, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head every once in a while. "You are so sweet that I wanna eat you up."

Minho's chuckles breathily and lets out a soft sob as his thighs begin to shake.

"Am I your dessert?" He asks, looking down at you with big eyes and still a few crumbs of eclair on the corner of his mouth. He mindlessly licks them off.

"You so are, pretty. You are my candy, my cake, my chocolate milk." You answer, sliding your thumb against his slit and making him whine slowly. "And I really need to eat you. I am serious."

You lower your head past his leaky cock to brush your cheek against the soft pudge under Minho's belly button. And then you bite him.

The tender flesh is warm and squishy, and the taste of Minho's skin, together with the cream scent still lingering in the air makes you moan against him.

"F-fuck, baby." He mutters, and you feel his cock throbbing in your fist.

With the tip of your tongue you lick at the velvety scar across his lower stomach and then you twirl it inside of his belly button, mimicking the way he usually fucks himself into you. He whines at the movement and his body twitches again.

"Love you." You whisper, keeping your grip steady on him. "Love how soft you get for me. How sweet. Love when you eat well and you look like this. You are so delicious, Mimo."

You keep biting softly at the fluffy fat of his pudge, savoring its taste and jerking him slowly, letting the schlick sound of his wet cock resonate through the room. Minho is pliant under your touch and his eyes are glassy.

"Uhm – I am. I-I am cumming, baby. Sorry." He moans when your finger dips a little into his slit.

"Don't be sorry, honey. You wanna cum?" You ask with a loving tone while your hand slides smoothly on his aching muscle. "Wanna cream on me like the sweet pastry you are? You can, pretty baby. Let it all go for me."

And Minho obeys, as he always does. With one last pump he begins to shoot thick ropes of creamy cum all over your hand and his round belly, covering his pale skin with glossy spurts that accumulate on the curve just above his ribcage.

When he is done, you lap at some of his release and it actually tastes sweet. It could be your imagination or just the fact that you are aroused, but you swear you can taste some of the cream on his orgasm.

"Wow." He puffs, hand covering his eyes in a shy attempt to hide himself. "That was... something."

You chuckle and kiss his tummy one last time before looking up to his face. "Then you will not be surprised when I'll tell you I baked more, right?"

Minho's face blushes to an adorable shade of pink. "Maybe... m-maybe I can eat one more".

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sassyhazelowl · 5 years

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Title: Life is What You Bake It Rating: PG - a few swear words, comedic violence Pairing: Lyon x Erza Secondary Pairings: Lucy x Levy, Gray x Lisanna A/N: A challenge piece. 10k in 10 days. Random pairing, random genre, random AU setting. Bakery AU. @dragonshost @impracticaldemon

Link to Full Story in Google Docs - Comments welcome and appreciated :)

Chapter 6

“Gray, get that out of my face.”

Lyon wasn’t sure what surprised him more. Gray up before the buttcrack of dawn or that fact he’d managed to magic away his girlfriend’s camera without a fight.

“Chill out and relax. I’m testing this out for a project. Go ahead and… do your thing.”

Rolling his eyes and swiping a hand through his hair unconsciously, he went to work on the muffins. After he got off work the day before, he’d spent a rather leisurely time on Gray’s deck researching recipes and watching the local squirrel mafia have a turf war. He’d discovered a multitude of tweaks to try on the muffins, and he’d found out what local, seasonal fruits were around to experiment with. He sent off several queries to the locals asking about duck eggs, berries and honey, falling into old networking habits without even thinking.

“Wow, could you possibly be more boring?” Gray complained, circling around annoyingly. He zoomed a close up of the batter bowl and Lyon resisted the temptation of dunking the camera. “Do something more… exciting? No wonder Makarov retired for Florida if this is what the old man did every morning.”

Lyon liked the repetitive motions and the quiet of the kitchen in the pre-dawn morning. It was soothing compared to the rat race of his previous job, and Erza had given him a key, so he could start as early as he liked. He wasn’t expected to run the front or interact with customers, so the earlier he started, the earlier he could leave, theoretically. He suspected it was more because she didn’t trust him with customers and less because she was being generous with his schedule.

For some reason she thought he was an ass. Well, she wouldn’t be the first person to come to that conclusion.

Drolly, he started narrating everything he did, mockumentary-style. Eventually he started dropping in bits of helpful information, and soon, it was a full-blown tutorial on blueberry muffins with Gray interjecting funny comments and sound effects.

By the time Erza showed up, most of the work was done for the morning, lined up to cool on the racks Lyon. Meanwhile, Lyon had set up a table of ingredients and equipment for Gray’s filming pleasure so he wouldn’t accidentally trip while bumbling about.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing,” Gray replied over Lyon saying, “Baking."

Neither of them were willing to admit to the buffoonery two grown men had gotten into unsupervised to the scary woman who stood there with her arms crossed, scowling. Gray quickly hid the camera behind his back while Lyon tipped in the next ingredient innocently, like he hadn't been lobbing berries at his brother.

"Is the bread in the works?"

"It is. Thank you for putting things out last night."

"Good." She turned to leave the kitchen.

Lyon threw another blueberry behind her back at Gray, making the other man yelp and nurse the spot on his forehead. Lyon straightened up when she turned back towards him, face serious and hands mixing steadily.

She turned back with a suspicious look.

"Do you boys need supervision."

"Yes."

"No."

Gray laughed boyishly, still hiding the camera, "Hey, Erza, maybe you should take some lessons. This idiot here is not a half-bad teacher."

"I... I am not sure..." she dithered and Lyon smirked, "Nervous?"

"I am not nervous," she protested staunchly, ignoring Gray's leer and Lyon's widening smirk. Frowning, she added, "I have to get the front end ready. Are you sure you have time to play around?"

"Miss Scarlett..."

"Erza. I told you that yesterday."

"Erza then. Come here." He held out his palm, steady and open, smirk dropping to a sincere expression. Reluctantly, she took a few steps his way, gaze seeking his for a trick or tease. He beckoned again, with a soft crook of his fingertips, "Come here. Put on this apron, and I will teach you some basics. We have time, I promise. Trust me."

She reached for his hand, snatching the apron strings, and snorted, "Maybe if you put on a shirt, I would think you were more trustworthy."

"Oh, burn," Gray hooted, ignoring the pot and kettle look Lyon shot his way. Besides, he had an apron on. It wasn't like the skin was uncovered. It just got much too hot back with the ovens on to wear so many layers.

Lyon mockingly pretended to be wounded before starting the lesson, enjoying the way her brow crinkled up with concentration and the tip of her tongue peeking out as she measured the flour so carefully. He tried not to think about when their fingers brushed, how warm her hands were, but not soft. It was a fascinating texture, and one he wanted to explore in detail. Even in a bakery full of smells, he could tell she wore strawberry and vanilla because every time her hair brushed against him, it teased him.

Much the way Gray was going to later, he was sure of it.

"Uggh," she growled, smashing what had to be the fourth egg in as many seconds. Shells littered the area like fallen soldiers and the bowl Lyon had directed her to crack them in was overflowing with eviscerated yolks. "Why is this so difficult?"

"Here, here," Lyon stepped in without thinking. Deftly, he reached around and steadied her hands, chin not quite on her shoulder. Uncurling her death grip on the poor egg, he guided the motion, creating a strong and sharp crack. The yolk plopped perfectly into the new bowl he'd set in front of her. "See? Firm but gentle."

"Okay. Firm but gentle,” she echoed with concentration, holding another egg. He let go of her hands reluctantly, pulling back to give her space. If she noticed, she didn't say anything, too focused on her hands and the bowl. "Ah! Did you see that? I did it!"

"Perfect," he praised as any good teacher should when their student did well, ignoring the other feelings that bubbled up. Taking a good step back, he brushed off his hands and making a show of checking the clock, "Time to end our lesson for the day."

"Tomorrow?" Her eyes were sparkling with triumph and her smile was genuine.

With a silly, sweeping bow, he answered, "Certainly. Anything you wish, I will gladly teach you."

Flushing, she swatted away his gesture, hurrying to go open the front, and he watched her go a little too long and a little too intensely.

He failed to notice that Gray had gone quiet early in the lesson, camera rolling and capturing every moment.

#fairy tail #fanfic #mine #lyoza #///#bake it #ch6

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itsanerdlife · 6 years

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Captivated (MC Series) 13

Pairing: Biker!Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Merlin, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Michelle Unwin, Frank Castle, Roxy, (Mentions of) Harry Hart, OFC Logan and Markus, Tony Stark, Charlie Hesketh.

Warnings: Swearing, creepy boss, a girl who can handle her own, stalking, creepy guy, law breaking, random hook ups mentioned, angst, sass, drama, cops involved, sexual harassment (nothing happens tho promise), melt downs, and allegations of abuse.

In your town there is a Biker club Called Kings Rebels, you weren’t a good girl and you surely weren’t a biker girl, or were you? One night changes everything in your life. You started that night out as a hostel waitress who works in Stark Tavern, one ass grab and a sucker punch later, did you just slip the Pres of a Biker Club, Eggsy Unwin, your work hours? But is MC life for you, being an old lady? When your faith is tested for the club, they follow through with everything Eggsy promised you. Will your world stay upside down since walking into the Clubhouse, or do you fit into their lifestyle more than you ever thought possible??

A knock on the door, makes you stretch, sitting up you look around. The room was empty, the other side of the bed, made. The door opens, Nat’s red head pops in, grinning at you.

“Good morning sunshine.” She comes into the room, holding two bags.

“Morning.” You smile at her.

“Interesting night?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Nothing happened.” You laugh, swatting her with the pillow as she sits down on the bed with you.

“God, you aren’t any fun, are you?” She laughs.

“Where is Eggsy?” You run a hand through your beer crusted hair, wincing.

“Church.” She nods, you look at her confused. “It’s basically a meeting for the MC behind closed doors, they discuss business and things happening in their town.” She explains, as you nod. “They’ll be done here in maybe an hour.” She looks at the alarm clock on the night stand.

“I guess I should head home and get around for the day.” You sigh, part of you didn’t really want to leave. You enjoyed being around Eggsy, more than you really wanted to admit too.

“Nope. I got you some things from your apartment. Eggsy asked Buck last night, if I would head over when I woke up. I also figured you’d want to shower, so I grabbed you stuff, he said you can keep it here for the next time.” She grins at you putting the bags on the bed.

“Steal anything from my closet?” You smirk as you open your bag.

“What? Me? Never.” Nat laughs.

“Do you stay here too Nat?” You look up.

“Yeah. Buck and I are across the hall and down three.” She smiles. “Why?” She stands up, looking at you.

“Cause I’m going to raid your closet for revenge.” You laugh.

“I should have seen that coming.” She nods.

You showered, dressing in a pair of cut off shorts, a grey T-shirt that read ‘Sorta Sweet. Sorta Savage.’ You pulled your sneakers on, before heading out of the room. You run into Eggsy coming up the stairs, he grins when he sees you.

“Good morning.” He looks you over.

“Do you usually slip out before the girl wakes up in your bed?” You grin at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl spend the night in my bed.” He thinks that over as you gap at him.

“Eggsy.” You laugh. He grabs your hand, turning he starts down the stairs.

“Come on there’s someone I want you to meet.” He throws a crooked grin over his shoulder back at you.

“Meet?” You laugh as he pulls you around the corner, the clubhouse is alive with movement. Woman are carrying in trays and platters, grocery bags, cases of beer. You look at Eggsy, he shakes his head, pulling you towards the back.

“Mom.” He calls to a woman with dirty blonde hair, skinny jeans and a black T-shirt, large hoop earrings, and a dark pink lipstick.

“Your mom?” You hiss at him, trying to not laugh.

“Babe.” His mom turns gushing over him instantly. She comes towards the two of you, he keeps his fingers laced with yours as he hugs his mom. “You’re looking good.” She holds him at arm’s length.

“I manage.” He laughs. “Mom, this is Y/N. This is my mom Michelle.” He pulls you forward, he’s grinning at you as you stand fidgeting in front of his mother.

“I hear you’re a little fire cracker.” She grins at you. “Scott’s nose says he learned real quick.” She smirks. “The girls have been telling me all about the woman who smacked down Hanna.” She laughs.

“You know.” Your mouth flutters open and closed looking for words.

“You should join us tonight.” She nods, looking at Eggsy who looks to you.

“Family dinner.” She looks around the kitchen.

“Oh, no. I’ll spend the time with my brothers.” You wave your free hand, flattered she would invite you.

“I already invited them.” Eggsy smirks. You shoot him a look, he squeezes your hand.

“Okay.” You nod. “Is there anything I can do then?” You smile.

“We need to pick a dessert and basically wait till later and clean down all the tables.” She sighs.

“Well I make a really great cheesecake. You can ask my brothers.” You shrug.

“You bake?” Eggsy tips his head looking surprised.

“I’m full of surprises.” You wink at him; his lips turn up into a grin.

“Can you make about eight of them?” She smiles at you.

“I’ll be spending the day in my apartment.” You look at Eggsy, knowing he didn’t really want you to leave, having sent Nat to keep you from going.

“Mind if I join you?” He shrugs.

“Deal. But you’re going to have to do a few things.” You sigh, smiling at him.

“Things?” His eyebrows snap up.

“I have a few stops to make. Oh and you’ll have to help me with the cheesecake.” You grin.

“I’ll get the car.” He sighs, kissing your cheek he walks out of the kitchen.

“My boy, doing domestic things. You maybe God sent after all.” Michelle smiles at you.

“Funny, I think I’m from somewhere much warmer and a lot farther south than God.” You smirk, running a hand through your hair.

“Sheets, grocery shopping, baking. Interesting taste for someone from hell.” She winks at you, a smile on her lips.

“Text or call Eggsy if you need anything. I’m only four blocks away and I have to misfit brothers if you need a hand.” You laugh, waving as you back out of the kitchen.

“Where to first?” Eggsy holds open the door to one of the black SUV’s.

You laugh, pushing open the door to your apartment, Eggsy’s hands filled with bags, leaving you with two. Your brothers on your couch, the TV on, you squint at the both of them, they freeze in fear.

“You owe me new sheets, and I hate you both.” You walk into the kitchen without another word.

“Clearly you didn’t get laid, you’re still a Scrooge.” Markus laughs, you pick up the apple in your fruit bowl as Eggsy puts the bags on the counters. You whip it at Markus, it hits his chest, bouncing off hitting Logan in the side of the face.

“HEY!” They shout at you, Eggsy chokes on a laugh.

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