Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.
The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.
You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.
As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.
You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.
Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.
The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.
While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.
“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.
“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.
The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.
The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.
“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.
“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.
“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”
“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.
“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.
“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.
“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.
He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.
“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.
“Is there anything else you want?”
“Let me think about it.”
Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.
“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”
“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.
“No you can help yourself.”
“I will.” He took a step closer to you.
“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”
“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.
“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.
After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.
Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.
“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.
Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”
“I didn’t lie..” You panted.
“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.
“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”
Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.
“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.
“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.
Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.
He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.
Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.
Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.
Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.
Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.
Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.
He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.
“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.
No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.
It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.
The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.
Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.
“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck your lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.
“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”
“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”
Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”
The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.
“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.
“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.
“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.
“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.
He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.
“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.
“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.
“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”
You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.
“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”
“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”
“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”
“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”
“I’m not food.”
“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush.
You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.
This is the only (whey) protein bread I’m making from now on. NOT GUMMY AT ALL. Yes, I was shocked, too. This is what happens when I have to work, but I’d rather do anything else. You know, like when you have to study. That’s why the pictures (and the text) are so bad, sorry!
So, basically, you make a ‘smoothie’, and then you mix it with some dry ingredients and just bake… all that. And the best thing is - it doesn’t even *taste* healthy 😁 Ok, I’m starting to get a little overexcited. To the recipe!
Notice how my recipe notebook matches my kitchen. Yes, I, the dumbass, did that 🤓
Preheat the oven to 330 F (165 C).
Blend 1 cup (235 ml) almond/coconut/soy milk (I used soy because that’s all I had), 2 (maybe) ripe bananas, 2 eggs, 1 tbsp vanilla extract (this is not too much, I promise), ½ cup raisins (or dates; use less/more if you want it to be less/more sweet) and handful of almonds (or any nut butter I guess). In my case, I’d say I put about a cup.
While the stuff is blending, in a large bowl mix the dry ingredients: ½ cup banana flavored whey protein (or vanilla/chocolate/Idontknow, I think a lot of flavors would work here), 3 tbsp coconut flour and ½ tsp baking powder.
Pour wet to dry, MIX WELL (both whey and coconut flour tend to get lumpy, so mix it really well), and pour to a parchment-papered (you know what I mean) loaf pan (you don’t have to trim the extra hanging on the sides, it’s easier to remove the whole loaf later).
You don’t have to trim the extra hanging on the sides (it’s easier to take the cake out).
Bake for 45-55 minutes, until the toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
I KNOW it looks ugly, but trust me, it’s very moist! I love it. I think I’ll be baking this for the whole week (breakfast prep!) 😍
This is Beverly Carole
Back story: She lost her creator/mother when she was 17. Her mother was murdered by a rival artist and left her homeless. Taking the deed to her mother’s art and lives on the streets.
Has strawberry blonde fur with green eyes.
She loved to draw and loved seeing the world. Has a locket under her clothes that also has a cross on it since she has faith. The locket has a picture of her mother then a picture of her with her mom.
She’s just trying to find her purpose in life and sells sketches to make some cash. She longs for a place to call home and even have a family, but hey not all dreams come true.
Personality: she’s pretty chill, cautious around those she doesn’t know but is friendly when she gets to know then. She adores children and is often helping kids on the street when she travels. The only exception to her being cautious is of someone is actually hurt. She despises killers and murderers due to her mother being killed. Also hated greedy people as well as cold people (she might not like Donald of she met him)
She is now 21, tries not to smoke around kids and loved cooking when she can. She had a sailor’s mouth when in raged. But if you gain her trust, she’s a loyal bunny. Has 2 beauty makes by her right eye and is curvy with a C-D cup chest.
Loves jazz. And sometimes sings a lullaby to kids.
(in my other story she likes oswald but it’s up to ya. Might color her later and have more about her.)
pidge, looking down at her chest: why are you even here
boobs are just like…sacks of fat that get in the way of fighting and seeing her computer screen when she lays down
and when her boobs just hurt she’s like “why. why me. i’m just trying to live my life”
she doesn’t even have boobs that are that big and she wears sport bras most of the time but sometimes during practice they bounce and she just wants them to s t o p
to hunk: i don’t want my boobs anymore you can have them hunk: pretty sure that’s not how this works
pidge never goes bra shopping like properly like she probably isn’t wearing the right size but the bra fits well enough and doesn’t pinch and she’s not spending any more time on these expensive fabric cups that society demands she wears
society sucks ass
so do boobs
one day lance is like “i’m like 90% sure shiro has bigger boobs than you” and pidge is like “good. he can share my suffering”
shiro: i’m always suffering
those days where you just have to grab your boobs as you’re running up the stairs or something? yeah. pidge hates those days and swears aggressively as she wraps her arms around herself
she loves wearing huge oversized sweatshirts but she especially loves it because she can go braless and no one will know
also for your consideration: the extra lazy days where she literally just wears a sports bra and a sweatshirt and no shirt
lance: do you ever just. hold your own boob
pidge: do you ever just punch yourself in the face
one day she’s bored and particularly annoyed at her boobs and she’s just like. an a cup for awful a, b cup for bothersome, c cup for cursed, d cup for dreadful—
she mostly lives in sports bras but there are a lot of days where she’s like “…what if i didn’t”
the answer is nothing would happen. she’s in space. no one cares. she can just go braless. it’s a freeing day when she realizes that
they’re just laying around one day and she sits up suddenly and is like “does space even have bras”
it does. or at least, alteans do
both her and lance are disappointed when space bras aren’t anything special and are basically the same as earth bras
lance takes every opportunity afterward to say “cool starry bra” when it’s relevant
because stars. and space. starry bra. it’s funny
she is so jealous of aliens that don’t have breasts like how is this fair
pidge loves her armor because her boobs are out of the way for once and it’s so nice
she’s just like “what is even the POINT of you!!” most of the time and like. she knows but still. what’s the point
Craig: Ideally I think that he would love someone who is in good shape so they can keep up with him on runs. However, I think that Craig wouldn’t mind a little bit of pudge on someone whether they’re a boy or girl. He loves nice toned legs on his partner. He doesn’t mind how tall or short someone may be and on women he prefers B and C cups
Brian: Brian doesn’t really have a preference in body types. He is very body positive considering he too is on the pudgier side and just loves a partner who is confident in their own skin. Brian doesn’t worry about anyone being taller than him since he towers at almost 6′4″, however in the case he finds someone taller, he’d be quite impressed by something like that. But in all honestly though, butts. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Damien: Damien has a preference for people with average to slim body types. To him someone who is more petite (not necessarily weight wise) is really cute but he also likes partners bigger than him. He likes the options of being able to either carry his partner bridal style or to be the one being carried. In the end, as long as his partner is healthy in terms of their body type and other genetic variables, that’s what matters most.
Hugo: Thick thighs save some freakin’ lives. Hugo has a thing for thicker or more musclely partners, but of course even the most voluptuous or really toned figure doesn’t beat having a brilliant mind! A little stomach pudge is ok in his books. If you happen to be a woman he prefers B to D cups but he doesn’t discriminate if y’know what I mean. Honestly, he just likes someone that makes a great cuddle buddy while he reads to them.
Mat: Slender figures happen to fit his fancy. He loves a tall partner with a slender and/or fit frame. Many dancers for example may possess this body type. In the case that his partner may be taller than himself, he doesn’t mind that. Good news if you’re in the itty-bitty titty committee, this dad prefers A to B cups.
Robert: Robert honestly finds most bodies attractive, its all a matter of first impressions. Breast size doesn’t matter on a woman and on everyone a cute butt is a plus. He knows there’s beauty in all kinds of bodies and the variety gives him different experiences in bed. Shorter partners tend to be most preferred by this bad dad, he likes the dominance over them.
Joseph: He likes a shapely but average built body type especially on a woman. Height doesn’t seem to be a problem when it comes to partners. When it comes to men, Joseph thinks average to in shape body types are attractive. Toned shoulders and arms on both men and women are admirable. This dad also has a thing for perky breasts. We’re looking at you Mary.
Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester.
A/N: Just making it clear, Reader is 19+ although I have not specified it. This is clearly an AU.
“No sweetheart, we won’t need anything.” your father said as you dried your hands with a towel.
“Really? I mean dad, I could easily make something for you to eat. You order pizza and burgers practically every time and-”
“(Y/n)” your father cut you off with a small smile that you didn’t get to see often as his blue eyes focused on you “We will be just fine. You know the Winchesters, they never really have any preferations.” he shrugged just slightly and you chewed on your lower lip.
“It’s just- all I’m saying is I have time, no homework or anything.” you said as casually as you could. You didn’t want your father to start doubting you even for a second and you’d risked too much already.
“I know, angel.” he placed a hand on your shoulder “But you’re on your first year of college, just enjoy it you deserve this. And by enjoying it I don’t mean spend hours upon hours cooking for me and my friends.”
“You know I wouldn’t have a problem anyway.” you shrugged and he nodded his head.
“I know, but it’s alright. We will be fine.” he rubbed your arm and you sighed in defeat.
“If that’s what you-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence as the doorbell rang and – you tried to hide it as best asyou could – but your breathe hitched in your throat.
“I’ll go get that.” you said a little too fast for your liking but maybe you were thankful for how clueless your father was at times- alright maybe all the time. There were moments you thought he just couldn’t be from this Earth, from his awkwardness to his lack of knowledge about human norms and references you couldn’t help but think that he was an angel or something.
“Hey” you heard the person say as a big grin spread on their face as soon as he looked at you.
You couldn’t help the skip of your heartbeat “Hi” you said a lot more shyly than you wanted to “Come in Mr Winchester. I-” you glanced around “I thought that- that-” you started saying, more like stuttering as you let him in and he let a soft chuckle. Gosh that deep, rough, manly laugh of his that made the butterflies go crazy.
“That Sam would be coming?” he asked but shook his head “Nah he’s too busy being a nerd as usual.” he laughed softly and you smiled. Dean stood there for a moment as you fidgeted with your hands, he glanced around him for a second before opening his mouth to speak but was cut off before he could utter a word.
“Dean?” you heard your father call out and immediately you took a step backwards, almost without realizing it, and putting more distance between you and the older Winchester.
“Hey Cas” Dean grinned, a different kind of smile than he had previously given to you. So much different. A grin that was always different from the one he’d give to people, because the smile he’d give you always meant a lot more than he’d say or feel for anybody else. Oh yes you were screwed.
“Long time no see, buddy?” he chuckled as the two men hugged and for a moment you just looked at them with a fond smile on your face. You loved their friendship more than anything. Your father was not one to open up easily, and with all the family drama that you’d found out went on in his life, you were surprised at how close he was with the Winchesters. He considered them family and you’d learned to consider them as such to once you got to meet them.
“It certainly has been, Dean.” your father said in his usual deep and calm voice “Please come on.” he motioned for him to get in the living room as you followed behind closely, head almost bowed down; therefore missing the look dean gave you.
“Is Sam not with you?” he asked as Dean took a seat on the couch and your father on the one right in front of him.
“No, too busy with a case or something. Usual lawyer stuff.” Dean shrugged.
“Uhm” you spoke up a little hesitantly “Would you like anything to drink Mr Winchester? A beer or something?” you asked as he looked up at you.
“A beer would be great sweetheart, thanks.” he winked at you, giving you that signature Dean smirk and you nodded your head.
“Dad?” you looked at your father who nodded his head.
“A beer, thank you angel.” he smiled softly at you and you gave him a small smile. After a final glance you turned to make your way to the kitchen, unable to shake of the feeling of a pair of eyes following your every movement until you were out of sight. If only you could spot the way Dean was biting his lip then.
“Mhm damn (Y/n) you really outdid yourself with this one.” Dean said or more specifically moaned, practically through a mouth full as he ate on the apple pie you had just served them.
“Thank you Mr Winchester.” you offered him a small smile, sitting down next to him as you glanced down at your book.
The book whose one sentence you had been reading for the past hour or so. Your father insisted you could stay in your room or his office if you wanted some quiecy but you claimed you could still read and stay with them in case they needed something. Truth was it was just another excuse to steal glances at the insanely handsome man sitting next to you. Insanely handsome and… much older. Well, he was your father’s friend too but- you didn’t want to get started with that too. Truth was that just that’s what you had been doing the past hour, sneaking glances of the man and trying not to let it show how you practically melted on the inside every time he laughed or grinned. And as if that was not enough, he had to make all those sounds while you ate that just were so not appropriate. Your father didn’t think much of it but you
“She always makes sure to save a piece or two for you every time she makes pie.” your father said with a small smile and your eyes practically widened in shock.
“Really?” Dean asked, a sly and almost satisfied smirk slowly spreading on his lips “Wow (Y/n) that’s really thoughtful. Thanks sweetheart.” he winked at you as he licked his lips.
You almost choked on plain air so you only cleared your throat, giving your father a glare before shrugging as casually as you could “It’s no problem Mr Winchester. I know how much you like pie and since dad is not such a fun- I don’t really need to gain any more weight.” you tried to play it off with a soft laugh.
“Bullshit.” Dean scoffed “You’re gorgeous either way.” he said without almost realizing it, only seemingly speaking his mind. Fact that made you smile, blush and at the same time feel completely uncomfortable considering your father was standing right there.
“Thanks I guess.” you said with a small smile, not looking at him or anything for that matter but your book.
“Mhm” Dean hummed, as he still winked at you and didn’t say anything more as he kept on making those… so not appropriate for public noises as he ate on his pie. You just couldn’t help but admire for a moment the way he licked his lips and threw his head back for a moment. Boy and were you hooked on his lips in that moment. Those fully, rose, soft lips of his that- How was it possible that this man could turn eating pie into pure porn?
“If you’re done flirting with my daughter-” your father said a little more pointedly than you’d ever heard him before as he gave a look to his friend “-And making all these sounds-” he added and for a moment you held your breath, thinking that maybe he’d caught onto more than he let it show that he knew.
Dean merely grinned and shrugged “You know me man, I love eating a little too much.” he chuckled as he ate the last of his pie.
Well, that could have more than one meanings.
The mere thought made you shake your head and try to focus back on your book. You felt your cheeks burn but you only hoped to anyone that would listen that they weren’t paying any attention.
“That I do know.” your father sighed with a shake of his head and you sneaked a glance at him over your book to see that he indeed had not suspected something. Or at least not understood what Dean was implying.
“Alright-” he cleared his throat “-Remember that client I talked to you about that I met last Tuesday?”
“Uh blonde, short shorts, 5'9, C cup and-” he glanced at you as he started saying the next, obviously, asset but stopped himself when he saw the hard look on your face. He cleared his throat as he tried to fight off his own smirk.
“Yeah” he looked at Cas “I remember her. You sold her the house by the center, right?”
“Yeah. Well, she has this friend that has a great interest in cars. He wanted to talk with someone that specifies in them, since some of them have a few problems. He sells most of them but every time has to do a check first so he asked me if I knew someone and I thought about you. I have his phone and number would you be interested?” he asked and Dean nodded his head at his friend.
“Yeah, Cas. You know I am all up for cars.”
“Good because-” you stopped listening after that as you collected their plates, goosebumps forming as your fingers brushed with Dean’s, and made your way to the kitchen a little too fast. You need a glass of water, as cold as possible to get all those ideas out of your mind and of course the sounds he had just been making.
“Uh where’s dad?” you asked, your pace slowing down as you came back to the living room and noticed your father’s absence.
“He went to get the phone number of some guy in his office, not sure where he’s put it though.” he said slowly, glancing in the hallway that lead to your father’s office.
“Right. The bimbo’s friend.” you said through pursed lips as you practically snatched the book from the coffee table and all-but-glared at the page in front of you. And your anger – well, let’s be honest it’s all called jealousy – didn’t lessen in the least bit when you heard him laugh. He was seriously laughing at you? What the hell was this man even thinking? This was not amusing, like at all. You thought that for a moment he was mocking you for being jealous over another woman. A woman that without any doubt he could have all over him in second and- damn it. You felt jealousy burn inside you like a fire.
“What?” you almost snapped at him but were only met with raised arms and an adorable smile.
“It’s just-” he grinned, gosh that boyish grin would be the death of you “You’re so fucking cute when you’re jealous.” he confessed and you scoffed, looking back at your book.
“I’m not jealous.” you mumbled but where only met with some silence and shuffling. Before you could look up you felt two fingers grab your chin and another hand grab your book and take it away, almost throwing it on the floor. Dean made your head turn to look at him and you realized just how close your faces were.
“And even cuter when you blush while denying it.” he said and you shivered when he ran his thumb over your lower lip.
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, eyes furiously jumping around in alert; mostly behind him scared your father would show up any given second.
“Sshh” he leaned closer “Relax. We’ve done this plenty of times, haven’t we? And I’ve told you many times, it’s Dean.” he smiled softly and you held your breath.
“But- but my father could just walk in any moment.” you whispered, your voice not daring to get any louder than that. You shifted slightly to get him off you but it was impossible. In a swift and quiet abrupt move he grabbed you by your waist and made you lay down on the couch so that he was on top of you. Your bodies were pressed as he sandwiched you between his body and the couch, his weight resting on you and making you unable to swallow as he put a leg between yours.
“Come on sweetheart-” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours “This wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
“But- but we’re on the couch and he could just-”
“And last time we were in his own closet, not remembering we even had any clothes on when we got in it.” he grinned with a simple shrug and you bit your lip at the memory. You had forgotten a notebook in your father’s bedroom and while there to fetch it Dean had found you – claiming to your father he was going to the bathroom. And to top it all? Your father had decided to venture in his bedroom for whatever the heck he wanted.
“And the time before that we were in your room that just so happens to be next to your fathers while he and Sam were still awake talking about whatever lawyer-y stuff Sam could help your father with the houses.” he added before you could utter another word.
“And the time before that- we were in the shower together while your father was in his office and I supposedly asleep on the guest room.” he continued and you had never felt your face heat up more than this very moment.
“Alright!” you said a little too loudly “Alright I get it.” you cleared your throat, and lowered your voice tone “I remember that.” you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.
“This is not the same, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled and he gave you a hard look at which you just shook your head “What if he walks in? What would you do then? What would I do then? He’s my father- he’s your best friend!” you tried to reason with him.
“That would understand. That will understand when the time comes.” he said firmly and you only sighed with a shake of your head “Besides- We’ve talked about this, and we’ve been through with it. Yes, you are my best friend’s daughter. And yes there is no fucking way I’d let any other boy touch you the way I have and you know it too.”
You just couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at the way he said those words, the posessiveness and passion that laced his voice made you bite your lip. This was probably wrong- Hell, it was wrong. You were in a secret relationship with you father’s best friend, he was so much older than you and the things you did with him were not all that innocent. You knew that what you felt for him, and what he felt for you, was true but that didn’t take away the fact that thisshouldn’t be happening.
“That doesn’t mean you had to break his hand either.” you mumbled, looking up at him shyly and he grinned satisfied with what he’d done at a bar he’d spotted you with some friends once.
“You told him you were not interested and he kept touching you. I told him he should back off and he didn’t. What was I supposed to do? He was asking for it.” he shrugged and all you could do was stare up at him as you slowly brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Sure you had a hard time explaining why Dean had been so possessive and so angry at the guy hitting on you.
“You just can’t help it, can you?” you whispered and he grabbed your face with one hand grinning that same predatory smile that had you most of the time bare and shaking his arms in the very end.
“Hell no.” he growled as he looked down at you and without even giving you a warning he crashed his lips to yours. A gasp left your lips as you almost lost it when he attacked your mouth not only with kisses but also bites.
You shivered as his hands ran all over your body. His one hand ran down your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts. You almost moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze and you felt his other hand move from your face down to your chest and to your waist. He didn’t hesitate to yank your shirt a little upwards almost tearing in the process as he ran his hand over your waist, your belly and up to your chest. Your breathing became heavy swallow as he pressed harder on you, especially with his leg. You grabbed onto his hair, hearing him growl in the meantime and bite harder down on your lip. Even if you didn’t want to you opened your mouth and felt his tongue battle with yours as he kissed you hungrily.
“De-Dean” you almost moaned but mostly whined as he let out a soft growl, rubbing himself on you as his teeth grazed over your lips. Your fingers now dag onto his back as you fisted the flannel in your other hand and arched your back to get as much friction as you could. Dear you couldn’t be seriously thinking about things like this this very moment but he could take your breath away and have you all over him with such ease.
Your breath got caught in your lungs when you felt his hand trail from your ass to your thigh again and up to your waist. Until of course he started lowering it and fidgeting with the buttons of your shorts. You shifted in your place, eliciting a groan from him and you mumbled an apology for making his work harder. You just found it impossible to not move in anticipation. His fingers felt to be making goosebumps form every time they accidentally touched your skin as he struggled to free you. For someone that had done this plenty of times it always made you smile how nervous he could be with you at times. Gosh, you loved this man so fucking much. You panted as you arched your your hips so that you’d help him and you felt him grin into the kiss when he actually succeeded.
He managed to unzip your jean shorts and just as his hand finally came in contact with your skin, just before he could move it lower-
“Found it.” your heard your father say, his voice sounding far distant but certainly getting louder as his footstep.
You gasped and immediately pushed Dean away, him scurrying to get himself off of you. Not that it was so easy considering the mess of limps and shakiness you both were. You cleared your throat, smoothing down your hair and clothes – not missing the small rip Dean had managed to cause on your shirt – and hurried to grab your book from the floor. Dean himself cleared his throat and fixed his hair as fast as he could. He glanced at you though and saw you were actually shaking a lot more than him. He held your hands for a moment, steadying them to hold the book properly and leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.
“Relax. Everything’s alright.” he whispered and you gave him a weak smile, feeling your entire face burn and your lips tingle. You had no doubt they looked all red and kiss-swollen. You gave him a small smile and nod of your head, your head already burying in your book as you heard your father walk into the living room.
“I had been searching everywhere on the desk and papers but it was on the drawer.” your father sighed as he sat on the couch “I really need to clean up in there.” he sighed as he finally looked at you.
He frowned for a second “Everything alright?” he asked, looking between the two of you. Dean grinned, glancing at you before finally looking at his best friend.
I was finally able to sit down and get some work done today, and it honestly felt so good! I’ve felt a little helpless and lost the last few days, but today I was able to jot down a couple more things I can make a note of in my textbook, which I really hope will help me on the exam!
Today’s takeaway: write down everything you question!