Living The Sweet Life

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[leviathanessinthebog]

baking is the most submissive shit ever

oh so you love when anonymous people on the internet give you instructions that you have to unquestionably follow? interesting ✍️

[cupidon5757]

[actuallybakermeggi]

[with-practice]

Cooking for someone as a form of intimacy.

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[haedbands-moved-deactivated2022]

[02hearts]

_hyerim.2 ☻

[addaspoonfullofsugar]

[lemondrop-hun-deactivated202112]

Kinda wanna make you cookies in my cute lil apron

Also kinda wanna get fucked against the counter while they bake

[foodffs]

https://bakingmischief.com/coffee-whipped-cream/

Coffee Whipped Cream -Coffee whipped cream is a sweet and sophisticated alternative to traditional whipped cream. It’s rich, full of coffee flavor, and irresistible spooned over chocolate desserts.

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[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallybakermeggi]

The rest of the morning goes smoothly. Meggi has a perma-smile the entire day 1) because of the previous activities in the supply closet. 2) because her anxiety about no one showing up was squashed when she flipped the open sign on the front door and unlocked it.

All day was a steady stream of guests, some old and some new, who couldn’t help but sing her praises as they walked out the door.

At her lunch break she sat back at her small desk area with a salad Taron had brought by with a note for her to remember to eat. She tapped her fingers on the top of her nose debating wether to see what people were saying on social media. Lydia had popped her head in, hands full of fresh baked goods to refill the cases, and saw her phone in her hands. “It’s good.” Was all she said —knowing what she was debating— as she headed back up front.

With Lydia’s encouragement she looked. People were following them. Tagging them in their artsy photos and recommending them to their friends. Someone who had received a promotional box posted a picture with the box half gone “It was too good I couldn’t stop myself. If you do one thing in New York, go visit the Easy Bakery. To. Die. For.” And for Meggi that was high praise.

Feeling like she was on cloud nine she went back to work, among Lydia and the other two people they’d hired, after eating. This. THIS. Made every bit of work getting here worth it. Now she just needed to keep the momentum going.

[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Christ you'll be the death of me woman," he hisses before smacking her ass. He kisses her best he can while he pulls out his cock, he pushes her underwear to the side, groaning at the wetness he can feel as he presses his head through her folds. He gently presses her against the door, and rocks his hips up into her, trying failing to keep quiet. His hands snake up to her breasts, he grabs them for some leverage and begins a steady rhythm. "Fuck-fuck-fuck," he whispers, her moan in reply is loud so he clasps his hand over her mouth.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

His other hand covers her mouth to muffle it and her head is pulled against his broad chest, eyes roll back in pleasure. Yup. Definitely should have done this last night. Although the pleasure of a quickie this early in the morning has its charm.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

"Fuck, y-you," he groans and bites down on her shoulder gently, "you feel so fucking good." He will never be able to explain well enough what she does to him. He can feel her smile beneath his hand, and somehow that just makes it better. He slows down, but fucks her harder, pulling her shirt down to reveal her breasts. He hears her muffled whimper as he gropes her, pinching her nipple in time with a hard pump.

"Touch yourself for me, be a good girl," he grits out.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

She doesn’t even try to talk his hand placed over her mouth makes that hard to do, but she is happy to be held. To be used for his pleasure as well as have pleasure brought to her as he fucks into her and her fingers speed up bringing her closer to her end.

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Darling," he pants, mouth hanging open, "baby I'm close," he is warning her. He already knows she is too but, "can you come for me? I want you to come for me..." he buries his face in her neck again. He speeds up just slightly, both hands coming down to explore her body, forgetting that he was trying to keep her quiet. Forgetting everything, where they are, what day it is, everything except her. "I need it, I need to feel you," he's drunk on her like so many times before. He can feel more than hear her first when she tips over the edge, and he'll never get tired of the sounds that follow. Except... Wait... He suddenly remembers where they are and he claps his hand over her mouth again.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She turns to mush as he begs her to come, thanking god that there is a wall and his hands holding her up. “Fuck Taron.” She tries to keep it quiet but he fucks her through her orgasm but she moans louder than expected and his hand flies back to muffle it. Her walls tighten around him and coax out his own orgasm, pulling her into him tighter as his hips stutter.

He only removes his hands once they’ve both settled and there is no chance of her making another unexpected loud noise. She can feel his breath hot and heavy on her neck following a trail of soft kisses and a whispered exchange of I love yous they peel themselves apart and adjust their clothes.

“Uhm.” She hesitates. “Got any idea on what I helped you with in here?” It’s a whisper as she fixes his hair.

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Perfect," he whispers before letting her go, "fucking perfect girl," they eventually come back to reality and after chasing her lips with his for a moment he helps her smooth her clothes and hair.

He snaps his head up to look at her, previously checking over them to make sure there's no obvious stains, "oh fuck. No idea... Uh," think think think he clenches his jaw.

"Perhaps some selection of baking supplies I would know nothing about and you needed to show me, y-you know which varieties or..? Something?" He's honestly surprised his brain is even working at all right now, especially when she's running her fingers through his hair, he could really fall asleep.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She giggled as he rambled on trying to come up with something. She has a permanent smile on her face now, hopefully one that will carry her throughout the day ahead.

“Or something.” She repeats finishing with his hair and giving him a quick once over. “Hopefully Lydia just, uh, leaves it be and doesn’t ask.” She does a little spin and asks him “Anything out of place? We need to get back to work.” She doesn’t want to leave the little space they’re in because it means she can’t do this again until they close and she already wants more.

[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Christ you'll be the death of me woman," he hisses before smacking her ass. He kisses her best he can while he pulls out his cock, he pushes her underwear to the side, groaning at the wetness he can feel as he presses his head through her folds. He gently presses her against the door, and rocks his hips up into her, trying failing to keep quiet. His hands snake up to her breasts, he grabs them for some leverage and begins a steady rhythm. "Fuck-fuck-fuck," he whispers, her moan in reply is loud so he clasps his hand over her mouth.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

His other hand covers her mouth to muffle it and her head is pulled against his broad chest, eyes roll back in pleasure. Yup. Definitely should have done this last night. Although the pleasure of a quickie this early in the morning has its charm.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

"Fuck, y-you," he groans and bites down on her shoulder gently, "you feel so fucking good." He will never be able to explain well enough what she does to him. He can feel her smile beneath his hand, and somehow that just makes it better. He slows down, but fucks her harder, pulling her shirt down to reveal her breasts. He hears her muffled whimper as he gropes her, pinching her nipple in time with a hard pump.

"Touch yourself for me, be a good girl," he grits out.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

She doesn’t even try to talk his hand placed over her mouth makes that hard to do, but she is happy to be held. To be used for his pleasure as well as have pleasure brought to her as he fucks into her and her fingers speed up bringing her closer to her end.

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Darling," he pants, mouth hanging open, "baby I'm close," he is warning her. He already knows she is too but, "can you come for me? I want you to come for me..." he buries his face in her neck again. He speeds up just slightly, both hands coming down to explore her body, forgetting that he was trying to keep her quiet. Forgetting everything, where they are, what day it is, everything except her. "I need it, I need to feel you," he's drunk on her like so many times before. He can feel more than hear her first when she tips over the edge, and he'll never get tired of the sounds that follow. Except... Wait... He suddenly remembers where they are and he claps his hand over her mouth again.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She turns to mush as he begs her to come, thanking god that there is a wall and his hands holding her up. “Fuck Taron.” She tries to keep it quiet but he fucks her through her orgasm but she moans louder than expected and his hand flies back to muffle it. Her walls tighten around him and coax out his own orgasm, pulling her into him tighter as his hips stutter.

He only removes his hands once they’ve both settled and there is no chance of her making another unexpected loud noise. She can feel his breath hot and heavy on her neck following a trail of soft kisses and a whispered exchange of I love yous they peel themselves apart and adjust their clothes.

“Uhm.” She hesitates. “Got any idea on what I helped you with in here?” It’s a whisper as she fixes his hair.

[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Christ you'll be the death of me woman," he hisses before smacking her ass. He kisses her best he can while he pulls out his cock, he pushes her underwear to the side, groaning at the wetness he can feel as he presses his head through her folds. He gently presses her against the door, and rocks his hips up into her, trying failing to keep quiet. His hands snake up to her breasts, he grabs them for some leverage and begins a steady rhythm. "Fuck-fuck-fuck," he whispers, her moan in reply is loud so he clasps his hand over her mouth.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

His other hand covers her mouth to muffle it and her head is pulled against his broad chest, eyes roll back in pleasure. Yup. Definitely should have done this last night. Although the pleasure of a quickie this early in the morning has its charm.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He's gonna fucking lose it, they've barely begun and he's gonna blow it.

"Fuck, y-you," he groans and bites down on her shoulder gently, "you feel so fucking good." He will never be able to explain well enough what she does to him. He can feel her smile beneath his hand, and somehow that just makes it better. He slows down, but fucks her harder, pulling her shirt down to reveal her breasts. He hears her muffled whimper as he gropes her, pinching her nipple in time with a hard pump.

"Touch yourself for me, be a good girl," he grits out.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She does as he asks with a whine and nod of the head, smile still planted on her face. Her hand makes it’s way between her legs, rubbing herself gently even though there’s a hunger for more in her.

She doesn’t even try to talk his hand placed over her mouth makes that hard to do, but she is happy to be held. To be used for his pleasure as well as have pleasure brought to her as he fucks into her and her fingers speed up bringing her closer to her end.

[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Christ you'll be the death of me woman," he hisses before smacking her ass. He kisses her best he can while he pulls out his cock, he pushes her underwear to the side, groaning at the wetness he can feel as he presses his head through her folds. He gently presses her against the door, and rocks his hips up into her, trying failing to keep quiet. His hands snake up to her breasts, he grabs them for some leverage and begins a steady rhythm. "Fuck-fuck-fuck," he whispers, her moan in reply is loud so he clasps his hand over her mouth.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She is thankful for his warm hands covering her breast moments after she is pressed against the door. She tries to keep quiet, as to not make it even more abundantly clear what’s happening, but he is fucking her so good and for the first time in a long time that she can’t help the loud moan that escapes.

His other hand covers her mouth to muffle it and her head is pulled against his broad chest, eyes roll back in pleasure. Yup. Definitely should have done this last night. Although the pleasure of a quickie this early in the morning has its charm.

[actuallytaronegerton]

Taron clears his throat several times to get Meggi's attention, everyone but the person he's trying to get to look at him has their eyes now trained on him. This results in him blushing bright red, and he eventually forms a quick little "er eh uh, Meggi, love? Could-could you help me with something in the storage room?"

It's quite obvious, or so Taron thinks, especially since Lydia gives him a knowing look. His blush doesn't fade, he just stares at Meggi pointedly until her confused look turns to one of understanding.

@actuallybakermeggi

[actuallybakermeggi]

Lydia and Megan are getting things ready in the early morning before opening. She’s nervous. Worried that they won’t have anyone stop by even though they had made connections in the neighborhood and had heard from several neighboring stores about how excited they were to have her opening finally. They were drizzling chocolate on some croissants when Taron caught everyone’s attention.

She’s throughly confused when he asks for help, what was he doing that needed her help right now? Oh. Oh.

“Yeah… Sure… I’ll be there in a second. Let me finish this batch.”

[actuallytaronegerton]

He sort of regrets asking her for this now, while she's busily working to get her business ready to open. He curses himself and waits by the storage closet anyway.

Last night they worked on things until late into the night, and she intended on keeping her promise to him, unbuttoning his pants as soon as they shut the door to her room. She looked so tired, Taron couldn't even get hard because he could see how tired she was. He told her to rest, and after fighting her off him with a fit of giggles from them both, she reluctantly agreed.

She told him to ask her tomorrow, which brought them to now, him waiting by the storage closet.

[actuallybakermeggi]

Meggi quickly finishes her batch and tells Lydia she will be right back to which she gives a knowing ‘yeah sure.’ She wipes her hands and takes off her apron, covered in the mornings mess. She made a note to herself to buy a few more aprons for the shop.

Making her way towards the back she sees Taron with his head down, hands in his pockets.

“Soooo what do you need help with Tar?” The corner of her mouth turns up and his head snaps to attention with his own smile. “Got an itch you can’t scratch?” lowering her voice.

[actuallytaronegerton]

His head snaps up, her little smirk is all knowing, damn her for being so sexy.

Suddenly he's blushing all over again, and very hot. A nervous smile sprouts on his lips, "if uh.... I know you're busy, and I didn't... I-" he sighs, but he's still smiling. "I'm clearly very flustered," he kicks his foot feigning innocence. But she knows what he's getting at, "Is now a good time?"

She crosses her arms and stares, "I just-it's uh okay if not I just-you bent over earlier and that skirt is so small..."

[actuallybakermeggi]

She crosses her arms and allows him to ramble a little longer. “Good time?” She repeats his question to quiet him. “If you can make it quick and that you don’t mind that Lydia knows exactly what’s going on back here.” She chuckles closing the distance between them more.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He slaps his hand over his face and groans, "if Lydia knows then Leo knows. I might just be too embarrassed..."

As she comes closer he rubs his face, as if he's trying to wash the redness off. He drops his hand finally and stares at her, biting his lip. "D-d'you want to?"

[actuallybakermeggi]

“Of course I do. I wanted to last night.” she reassured him in the form of a whisper. She also figured a quickie could calm her nerves, much like he did the night before. She quickly added again as a reminder while she reached beside him to twist the doorknob and push the door open “quickly.” Waiting for him to enter before she moved herself.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He sighs before walking backwards into the closet, fisting her shirt in his hand, pulling her in with him. He pulled her to him by the waist and crashed his lips against hers, making sure the door was shut securely. He had been so pent up, wanting her for so long. He grabs handfuls of her ass, pulling her skirt up to reveal the knickers she was wearing, if you could even call the barely-there thong that. He moans, practically devouring her, licking and sucking his way down to her neck.

[actuallybakermeggi]

As he works on her bottoms, her own hands try to rid him off his. Button. Fly. Push them down. Left. Right. She finally gets them lowered over his ass and palms him over his briefs. The sounds he makes as he assaults her neck make the same ones come from her. “Nothing visible.” Her voice is breathy as she reminds him. She didn’t need a hickey for opening day and she definitely didn’t have anything to cover it.

[actuallytaronegerton]

His teeth release her skin after realizing where they were.

"Ngh-s'rry," he slurs, drunk on her, as she palms him. Her skirt is now pulled up around her waist, the thin straps of her top around her shoulders. If he can't leave marks, he would make a mess of her some other way.

He runs his knuckles gently over her thin panties, causing her to whimper, "where?" He looks around for a surface or something at least to lean on, he needs to find something quick or he's going to cum in his pants like a teenager.

[actuallybakermeggi]

He’s looking for a place to sit her, a place to bend her over… but there is no where. The boxes are packed high and where there aren’t boxes there are shelves packed.

She makes the decision for them, spinning around so she faces the door—her ass presses against his erection, her back to his chest. “Here. Now.” She looks over her shoulder as she invites him and is rewarded with a sloppy kiss as he fills her.