T, aka Duckie

Karaoke master, shamelessly affectionate, Welsh Mamma's boy. Mod 21+/18+ only

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taron.egerton Here’s a photo of me in the gym that was completely unplanned and totally unexpected. #candid #reportage

[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]

"You look," he pauses to laugh, "like you've been properly fucked, but hopefully that will just be seen as rejuvenated," he gave her another once over. "You look gorgeous," he couldn't help but smile at her. "Put me to work, what can I carry out of this closet?" She points to a few bags, and a box, things they don't need immediately but will eventually.

He hopes to the baking gods Lydia will just leave them be, knowing how stressful things have been for everyone, and she does just for that day. Just the one though.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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..."

[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.

[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]

In just a few days Meggi would be having her grand opening. Things were falling into place everywhere and she hoped and prayed every day that nothing would come up to ruin the flow she had got into as she got closer. The kitchen was packed with all the essentials. She had taken to doing all her experimental baking in the bakery’s kitchen a few weeks ago when she got the all clear to use it. Just like at home everything had its place and was easy to find on the pantry shelves and in the walk in fridge.

Tonight she was working on packaging the petite versions of treats she would have on opening day to deliver to some of the local friends celebrities that Taron had suggested would enjoy them. Taron had been one of her rocks through the whole process, encouraging her every step of the way and wondering what he could do from across the ocean. She loved him for that and allowed him to do a few things, as well as bounced some ideas off him when Lydia was busy elsewhere.

The smell of chocolate, sugar, and yeast permeated the air already. The traces of her messy baking session were swept away. Just like at home she had her music turned up as she wrapped the tiny foods in cellophane, tied a bow around them, and placed them in their respective piles. Later she would place one of each in a decorative box and seal it with a sticker of her logo.

She kept glancing at her watch even though she had an alarm set because she was anxious for Taron to fly in. She was supposed to pick him up in two hours, which felt like the longest two hours of her life even though she was keeping herself occupied. Her ears perked up as she heard the bell of the door opening. She wasn’t expecting Lydia to swing by today but maybe she decided to? She was, after all, the only other one with a key.

@actuallytaronegerton

[actuallybakermeggi]

Each time he brought her to the edge and held back she cursed him quietly. He taunted her with his words and with them when the warmth of his mouth pulled away she whimpered.

“Honey.” She repeats incredulously having had enough of him teasing her as he chuckled assumingely loving his joke more than she did. His tongue flattened against her, the added finger stretched her. He hit that spot and she moaned his name, hand flying to his hair so he couldn’t pull away again.

“I’m so close. And if you tease me again you’ll be sleeping on Leo’s couch.” She warned him, with no intention of following through, tugging him closer causing him to moan against her core. The vibration is what was needed to pull her over— her hips lifted, thighs tightened, as he continued to pull it from her.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He stifled a laugh at her threat, knowing she probably was bluffing, but would never take the chance to find out. He gives his all, unable to keep himself from making her come for him. Only for him, on his tongue and fingers. He moans again at hearing and seeing her fall apart, he can't help but keep going until she pushes him away. Gently he removes his fingers, unable to help himself he licks them clean. Then he leans his head against her thigh, smiling up at her, and suddenly the laugh he controlled earlier started tumbling out of him. Then the look she gives him makes him laugh all over again, "you're so mean when I edge you."

He kisses her thigh and nuzzles the soft skin there, "Leo's couch? Really? So cruel..." he bites his lip and gives her a flirtatious look.

[actuallybakermeggi]

His head rests on her thigh as she lays there catching her breath, she can feel him suddenly laughing, she sits up enough to shoot him a look and it grows louder he then explains.

“Don’t be mean when it has been that long.” She retorts, poking his nose with a soft smile on her face. She wouldn’t have made him sleep elsewhere, not when he’s here with her. She knows that he knows that, it doesn’t need to be said.

The two of them have a bit more back and forth before he finds her bottoms for her and holds out his hand to help her down from the counter. She doesn’t realize how much time they had taken up until she glances at the clock behind Taron as she zips her skort back up.

“Shit. I need to finish those.” Pointing across the way to the boxes she curses herself, her sexy boyfriend caused her mind to immediately cloud when he made his presence known. “I’ll pay you back when we get home.” She smirks and her hand swipes over his pants, barely tracing his erection before moving to wash her hands to get back to work.

[actuallytaronegerton]

His smile gleams at her playful affection. He watches her like a love sick puppy, which is what he is. He kisses her everywhere he can reach as he helps her redress, he gropes her a little bit too. As soon as her clothes go back on he knows she will be business Meggi again, so he takes his time and once she is back to normal he patiently awaits instructions. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of her hand and he sighs, "mean..." he repeats quietly to himself, but he loves it and she knows it.

He washes his hands and face, chuckling to himself at how naughty the previous situation was, and how they'd have a lovely grand opening party knowing it accured. "Use me," he teases, she looks back at him confused, "how can I help?" His mischievous smirk reveals his act.

[actuallybakermeggi]

In just a few days Meggi would be having her grand opening. Things were falling into place everywhere and she hoped and prayed every day that nothing would come up to ruin the flow she had got into as she got closer. The kitchen was packed with all the essentials. She had taken to doing all her experimental baking in the bakery’s kitchen a few weeks ago when she got the all clear to use it. Just like at home everything had its place and was easy to find on the pantry shelves and in the walk in fridge.

Tonight she was working on packaging the petite versions of treats she would have on opening day to deliver to some of the local friends celebrities that Taron had suggested would enjoy them. Taron had been one of her rocks through the whole process, encouraging her every step of the way and wondering what he could do from across the ocean. She loved him for that and allowed him to do a few things, as well as bounced some ideas off him when Lydia was busy elsewhere.

The smell of chocolate, sugar, and yeast permeated the air already. The traces of her messy baking session were swept away. Just like at home she had her music turned up as she wrapped the tiny foods in cellophane, tied a bow around them, and placed them in their respective piles. Later she would place one of each in a decorative box and seal it with a sticker of her logo.

She kept glancing at her watch even though she had an alarm set because she was anxious for Taron to fly in. She was supposed to pick him up in two hours, which felt like the longest two hours of her life even though she was keeping herself occupied. Her ears perked up as she heard the bell of the door opening. She wasn’t expecting Lydia to swing by today but maybe she decided to? She was, after all, the only other one with a key.

@actuallytaronegerton

[actuallybakermeggi]

Each time he brought her to the edge and held back she cursed him quietly. He taunted her with his words and with them when the warmth of his mouth pulled away she whimpered.

“Honey.” She repeats incredulously having had enough of him teasing her as he chuckled assumingely loving his joke more than she did. His tongue flattened against her, the added finger stretched her. He hit that spot and she moaned his name, hand flying to his hair so he couldn’t pull away again.

“I’m so close. And if you tease me again you’ll be sleeping on Leo’s couch.” She warned him, with no intention of following through, tugging him closer causing him to moan against her core. The vibration is what was needed to pull her over— her hips lifted, thighs tightened, as he continued to pull it from her.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He stifled a laugh at her threat, knowing she probably was bluffing, but would never take the chance to find out. He gives his all, unable to keep himself from making her come for him. Only for him, on his tongue and fingers. He moans again at hearing and seeing her fall apart, he can't help but keep going until she pushes him away. Gently he removes his fingers, unable to help himself he licks them clean. Then he leans his head against her thigh, smiling up at her, and suddenly the laugh he controlled earlier started tumbling out of him. Then the look she gives him makes him laugh all over again, "you're so mean when I edge you."

He kisses her thigh and nuzzles the soft skin there, "Leo's couch? Really? So cruel..." he bites his lip and gives her a flirtatious look.

[actuallybakermeggi]

In just a few days Meggi would be having her grand opening. Things were falling into place everywhere and she hoped and prayed every day that nothing would come up to ruin the flow she had got into as she got closer. The kitchen was packed with all the essentials. She had taken to doing all her experimental baking in the bakery’s kitchen a few weeks ago when she got the all clear to use it. Just like at home everything had its place and was easy to find on the pantry shelves and in the walk in fridge.

Tonight she was working on packaging the petite versions of treats she would have on opening day to deliver to some of the local friends celebrities that Taron had suggested would enjoy them. Taron had been one of her rocks through the whole process, encouraging her every step of the way and wondering what he could do from across the ocean. She loved him for that and allowed him to do a few things, as well as bounced some ideas off him when Lydia was busy elsewhere.

The smell of chocolate, sugar, and yeast permeated the air already. The traces of her messy baking session were swept away. Just like at home she had her music turned up as she wrapped the tiny foods in cellophane, tied a bow around them, and placed them in their respective piles. Later she would place one of each in a decorative box and seal it with a sticker of her logo.

She kept glancing at her watch even though she had an alarm set because she was anxious for Taron to fly in. She was supposed to pick him up in two hours, which felt like the longest two hours of her life even though she was keeping herself occupied. Her ears perked up as she heard the bell of the door opening. She wasn’t expecting Lydia to swing by today but maybe she decided to? She was, after all, the only other one with a key.

@actuallytaronegerton

[actuallybakermeggi]

She feels him messing with the extra fabric under her skirt and she has to hold back her sass correcting him in her usual manner that it’s in fact not a skirt but a skort her eyes open as she giggles at his exasperation.

“Well my boyfriend wasn’t supposed to show up and scare me half to death at work,” her body shivers as he hits a particularly ticklish spot. “...then try to take me on the workspace.”

[actuallytaronegerton]

A shit eating grin grows on his face as she is speaking to him, "well I did ask you what you needed," he teases, running his hand over the ticklish spit again just to see her shiver once more.

"Would you prefer me to leave and come back in two hours?" He is bluffing and she knows it, but he also just wants to make sure she wants to do this now as much as he does. Even though all the while he has been peppering kisses anywhere he can reach, he still waits for her answer before going further.

[actuallybakermeggi]

Could she use the extra two hours to finish her work on the boxes so they could be delivered? Yes, but she was too far gone at this point and he continued peppering her with kisses making it worse.

Shaking her head she gives him the answer he wants “No. Stay. It can wait.” She breathed out. “I can’t.” With that she unzips the side of her skort for him.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He tries to hide his wonderment in her little shorts skirt thingy, the zipper on the side doesn't make any sense to him. He slides his hand down into her bottoms towards the back, squeezing her ass. "As I was saying," he kneads her breast before using both hands to pull her 'skort' off.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She lifts her butt off the surface as he pulls off her bottoms, when she sets herself back down on the cold metal, it shocks her system before warming under her quickly.

Pulling him back to her by the hem of his shirt, she slides her hands under the fabric to caress him as she looks up to him. “Arse. Mouth. Legs. Skirts. Where to next?” She half teases him and is rewarded with a shake of his head, half a smile, and a kiss.

[actuallytaronegerton]

The counters at the bakery are a little bit higher than the ones at Meggi's house, but taron manages just fine after some adjustments. He gets down on his knees and pulls her to him, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders. Kissing the inside of her thigh, starting at the knee and then pulling away to kiss the other. He leaves a mark each time she whines or tries to push his head closer to her pussy. She ends up with four total.

He licks a broad stripe through her, groaning, "god I missed the way you taste."

[actuallybakermeggi]

The first time she tries to push him closer is on purpose but the other whines are involuntary as if her body is hoping he will leave her another mark.

Finally he gives her what she wants, no needs, in this moment. Closing her eyes, her head falls back as she moans. “Missed. You—” she’s not sure where she was to go with that as he delved back in with no warning, a soft swipe of his tongue again, a kiss to her heated core. She couldn’t wait to pay him back.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He moans, a sort of agreement, into her sex. He licks her with much enthusiasm, like a man fucking starved. His fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wider, and he sucks her clit into his mouth. He moans at the thought of being inside her again after months of being without. His hand moves to her dripping entrance, after securing her thigh over his shoulder, he selfishly laps at her for one more taste straight from the source before slowly sliding two thick fingers inside. His cock twitches at the feeling, she was tighter than normal, poor thing, from being without him for so long.

[actuallybakermeggi]

“Ah Fuck.” She hisses as his fingers curve in her, massaging her walls as they contract around them wishing it was his cock.

She had been so busy with everything lately she hadn’t even had the time to get herself off, the tension in her wouldn’t take long to release. She looked down at him, grin plastered on his face as her mouth fell open, telling him he was doing a good job with a moan of “god, you’re too good.”

She didn’t care what was behind her now, she shoved whatever it was so she could lay flat, adjusting her hips and opening up a new angle for him.

[actuallytaronegerton]

"Could be better," he retorts as he pumps his fingers faster. His tongue keeps at a languid pace, pulling her to the edge and keeping her there for his own entertainment. "You gonna come for me, hm?" He nips at her clit to make her hips jerk, "you gonna give me all you've got..." he rambles as he lazily kisses her between his words, "give me all your delicious honey," he chuckles at himself before using his tongue at full speed. He laps at her, pushing a third finger inside and rubbing her deeper, that soft spot he knows she can't reach with her little fingers. Stretching her, getting her ready for him, his cock twitches again in anticipation.

[actuallybakermeggi]

In just a few days Meggi would be having her grand opening. Things were falling into place everywhere and she hoped and prayed every day that nothing would come up to ruin the flow she had got into as she got closer. The kitchen was packed with all the essentials. She had taken to doing all her experimental baking in the bakery’s kitchen a few weeks ago when she got the all clear to use it. Just like at home everything had its place and was easy to find on the pantry shelves and in the walk in fridge.

Tonight she was working on packaging the petite versions of treats she would have on opening day to deliver to some of the local friends celebrities that Taron had suggested would enjoy them. Taron had been one of her rocks through the whole process, encouraging her every step of the way and wondering what he could do from across the ocean. She loved him for that and allowed him to do a few things, as well as bounced some ideas off him when Lydia was busy elsewhere.

The smell of chocolate, sugar, and yeast permeated the air already. The traces of her messy baking session were swept away. Just like at home she had her music turned up as she wrapped the tiny foods in cellophane, tied a bow around them, and placed them in their respective piles. Later she would place one of each in a decorative box and seal it with a sticker of her logo.

She kept glancing at her watch even though she had an alarm set because she was anxious for Taron to fly in. She was supposed to pick him up in two hours, which felt like the longest two hours of her life even though she was keeping herself occupied. Her ears perked up as she heard the bell of the door opening. She wasn’t expecting Lydia to swing by today but maybe she decided to? She was, after all, the only other one with a key.

@actuallytaronegerton

[actuallybakermeggi]

She feels him messing with the extra fabric under her skirt and she has to hold back her sass correcting him in her usual manner that it’s in fact not a skirt but a skort her eyes open as she giggles at his exasperation.

“Well my boyfriend wasn’t supposed to show up and scare me half to death at work,” her body shivers as he hits a particularly ticklish spot. “...then try to take me on the workspace.”

[actuallytaronegerton]

A shit eating grin grows on his face as she is speaking to him, "well I did ask you what you needed," he teases, running his hand over the ticklish spit again just to see her shiver once more.

"Would you prefer me to leave and come back in two hours?" He is bluffing and she knows it, but he also just wants to make sure she wants to do this now as much as he does. Even though all the while he has been peppering kisses anywhere he can reach, he still waits for her answer before going further.

[actuallybakermeggi]

Could she use the extra two hours to finish her work on the boxes so they could be delivered? Yes, but she was too far gone at this point and he continued peppering her with kisses making it worse.

Shaking her head she gives him the answer he wants “No. Stay. It can wait.” She breathed out. “I can’t.” With that she unzips the side of her skort for him.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He tries to hide his wonderment in her little shorts skirt thingy, the zipper on the side doesn't make any sense to him. He slides his hand down into her bottoms towards the back, squeezing her ass. "As I was saying," he kneads her breast before using both hands to pull her 'skort' off.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She lifts her butt off the surface as he pulls off her bottoms, when she sets herself back down on the cold metal, it shocks her system before warming under her quickly.

Pulling him back to her by the hem of his shirt, she slides her hands under the fabric to caress him as she looks up to him. “Arse. Mouth. Legs. Skirts. Where to next?” She half teases him and is rewarded with a shake of his head, half a smile, and a kiss.

[actuallytaronegerton]

The counters at the bakery are a little bit higher than the ones at Meggi's house, but taron manages just fine after some adjustments. He gets down on his knees and pulls her to him, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders. Kissing the inside of her thigh, starting at the knee and then pulling away to kiss the other. He leaves a mark each time she whines or tries to push his head closer to her pussy. She ends up with four total.

He licks a broad stripe through her, groaning, "god I missed the way you taste."

[actuallybakermeggi]

The first time she tries to push him closer is on purpose but the other whines are involuntary as if her body is hoping he will leave her another mark.

Finally he gives her what she wants, no needs, in this moment. Closing her eyes, her head falls back as she moans. “Missed. You—” she’s not sure where she was to go with that as he delved back in with no warning, a soft swipe of his tongue again, a kiss to her heated core. She couldn’t wait to pay him back.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He moans, a sort of agreement, into her sex. He licks her with much enthusiasm, like a man fucking starved. His fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wider, and he sucks her clit into his mouth. He moans at the thought of being inside her again after months of being without. His hand moves to her dripping entrance, after securing her thigh over his shoulder, he selfishly laps at her for one more taste straight from the source before slowly sliding two thick fingers inside. His cock twitches at the feeling, she was tighter than normal, poor thing, from being without him for so long.

[actuallybakermeggi]

In just a few days Meggi would be having her grand opening. Things were falling into place everywhere and she hoped and prayed every day that nothing would come up to ruin the flow she had got into as she got closer. The kitchen was packed with all the essentials. She had taken to doing all her experimental baking in the bakery’s kitchen a few weeks ago when she got the all clear to use it. Just like at home everything had its place and was easy to find on the pantry shelves and in the walk in fridge.

Tonight she was working on packaging the petite versions of treats she would have on opening day to deliver to some of the local friends celebrities that Taron had suggested would enjoy them. Taron had been one of her rocks through the whole process, encouraging her every step of the way and wondering what he could do from across the ocean. She loved him for that and allowed him to do a few things, as well as bounced some ideas off him when Lydia was busy elsewhere.

The smell of chocolate, sugar, and yeast permeated the air already. The traces of her messy baking session were swept away. Just like at home she had her music turned up as she wrapped the tiny foods in cellophane, tied a bow around them, and placed them in their respective piles. Later she would place one of each in a decorative box and seal it with a sticker of her logo.

She kept glancing at her watch even though she had an alarm set because she was anxious for Taron to fly in. She was supposed to pick him up in two hours, which felt like the longest two hours of her life even though she was keeping herself occupied. Her ears perked up as she heard the bell of the door opening. She wasn’t expecting Lydia to swing by today but maybe she decided to? She was, after all, the only other one with a key.

@actuallytaronegerton

[actuallybakermeggi]

She feels him messing with the extra fabric under her skirt and she has to hold back her sass correcting him in her usual manner that it’s in fact not a skirt but a skort her eyes open as she giggles at his exasperation.

“Well my boyfriend wasn’t supposed to show up and scare me half to death at work,” her body shivers as he hits a particularly ticklish spot. “...then try to take me on the workspace.”

[actuallytaronegerton]

A shit eating grin grows on his face as she is speaking to him, "well I did ask you what you needed," he teases, running his hand over the ticklish spit again just to see her shiver once more.

"Would you prefer me to leave and come back in two hours?" He is bluffing and she knows it, but he also just wants to make sure she wants to do this now as much as he does. Even though all the while he has been peppering kisses anywhere he can reach, he still waits for her answer before going further.

[actuallybakermeggi]

Could she use the extra two hours to finish her work on the boxes so they could be delivered? Yes, but she was too far gone at this point and he continued peppering her with kisses making it worse.

Shaking her head she gives him the answer he wants “No. Stay. It can wait.” She breathed out. “I can’t.” With that she unzips the side of her skort for him.

[actuallytaronegerton]

He tries to hide his wonderment in her little shorts skirt thingy, the zipper on the side doesn't make any sense to him. He slides his hand down into her bottoms towards the back, squeezing her ass. "As I was saying," he kneads her breast before using both hands to pull her 'skort' off.

[actuallybakermeggi]

She lifts her butt off the surface as he pulls off her bottoms, when she sets herself back down on the cold metal, it shocks her system before warming under her quickly.

Pulling him back to her by the hem of his shirt, she slides her hands under the fabric to caress him as she looks up to him. “Arse. Mouth. Legs. Skirts. Where to next?” She half teases him and is rewarded with a shake of his head, half a smile, and a kiss.

[actuallytaronegerton]

The counters at the bakery are a little bit higher than the ones at Meggi's house, but taron manages just fine after some adjustments. He gets down on his knees and pulls her to him, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders. Kissing the inside of her thigh, starting at the knee and then pulling away to kiss the other. He leaves a mark each time she whines or tries to push his head closer to her pussy. She ends up with four total.

He licks a broad stripe through her, groaning, "god I missed the way you taste."