Your family owned the local bakery, well known for their sponge cakes – which were the fluffiest in the country and had won many MANY awards.
You were grateful for that, because it meant that Mawata Fuwa would come by frequently.
She loved fluffy sponge cakes… and you loved her.
She was the hottest thing on two legs and you would be a babbling mess whenever she was around, but she always complimented you and told you you were sweet – which didn’t help your already language challenged tongue, but she never failed to make you feel validated.
You, however, didn’t feel worthy of her praise or affection, due to your flat chestedness. She was perfection and you felt like you were, well… not.
It was something that the boys always talked about when they were discussing you.
“She’d be so hot if only she had boobs.”
“I thought she was a guy.”
“Did puberty forget to add in the breasts?”
They were passing comments, but man they stung, and it lead you to make a habit of covering your front in any way you could. You were embarrassed by your lack of lumps in the front and so you would hide your chest with your arms, books, bag, anything really… Anything in your hands, immediately became a shield to cover your washboard front.
Fuwa, was the only one who had never made mention of how your body looked. She only had eyes for your face, which you greatly appreciated, but in the back of your mind you wondered if she too thought you would look better with boobs.
“Hi Y/N,” she greeted politely as she entered your family store one afternoon.
“Fuwa!” you gasped with surprise when you stood up and looked over the counter into her pretty face.
You had been doubled over, putting more cakes in the display window and hadn’t noticed her come in.
Her beauty always caught you off guard but sometimes seeing her come in, before she saw you, helped you at least mentally prepare for a conversation with her.
“How has your day been?” she asked pleasantly, giving you a happy smile with her eyes closed and head tilted a little to the side, allowing her hair to fall away from her face and show you the fluffy cloud earrings she always wore.
“Better now you’re here,” you blurted out with a racing heart.
She giggled. “Oh, you always know how to make me feel happy.”
“No, but I’m not just saying it. It’s true,” you thought internally while you forced a smile onto your face. You really wanted to let her know how you felt about her but already you were feeling like it was gonna be difficult.
“What’s on special today?” she then asked, her attention dropping to the cabinet between you two with all the cakes in it.
“Uh… well! We have, uh…” you crouched down and had a look at what was there.
“Do you have the matcha and chocolate cloud delight?” she asked hopefully, crouching down to have a look as well, her eyes meeting yours though the glass.
She smiled at you and your heart did a somersault backwards.
“Uh.. umm… no… but, I’ve got one baking in the oven out the back right now! It shouldn’t take too much longer to finish,” you added.
“Oh! One is being made right now?” she asked with shining eyes.
“Yes,” you replied with a smile as you stood back up and so did she, “would you like to come out the back and I can show you how we make our cakes?”
Her eyes nearly fell out of her head.
“Really?!” she asked with delight.
“Yes, my parents aren’t in today so I’m in charge,” you added with a grin, “come on, I’ll show you.”
You walked over to the flip bench to open it and let her in behind the counter so you could take her out back and show her some things.
She eagerly followed you and you led her into the clean kitchen out the back.
“Welcome to the kitchen,” you said brightly, opening your arms to gesture widely, then immediately bringing them back in across your front and pushing your elbows into your stomach as you spun to face her.
She reached out at took your arms in her hands then pulled them apart, making you blush with embarrassment.
“Don’t do that, it’s bad for your arms,” she chided gently, “you’ll hurt your shoulders if you do that.”
“No I won’t,” you replied quickly, pulling away and putting your arms back where they were.
“Y/N, why do you always do that?” she asked gently, “you always cover your front when you’re not behind the counter?”
Your poor heart was dying with the speed it was being forced to pump at, and sweat beaded along your brow.
“I… I don’t do—,”
“Y/N, I notice a lot about you,” she said, interrupting your sentence, “are you insecure about your front?”
Your gaze fell to the floor with fear.
“No,” you lied in a hoarse whisper.
“What is it that you’re insecure about?” she asked gently.
“Nothing,” you added, tears welling up in your eyes.
“I think you’re perfect, Y/N,” she said softly.
“No,” you replied in a lowkey bitter tone as you looked up into her eyes, “you’re the perfect one. I’m just a flat chested weirdo who wants nothing more than to just be with you but I know that’s never going to happen.” It all kinda came out before you could stop it and then you stopped and stared at her, panic setting in.
“I think you’re really cute,” Fuwa said after a second, “like… I’m attracted to you, cute.”
“Sorry… what?” you asked, wondering if you had hallucinated her reply.
“I love coming here for the sponge cakes… but it’s because I have a crush on you that I really keep coming back,” she admitted, blushing a little and reaching to her ear to retuck the strand of hair that had fallen free from her left ear.
“No. I have a crush on you,” you said emphatically.
She giggled cutely.
“So we have a crush on each other then,” she said with a sweet smile, “can I at least give you a hug?”
You nodded and opened your arms to accept her and felt her boobs push up against your chest.
“They’re so soft!” You thought, enjoying the feeling.
“I like that you’re flat chested,” she suddenly whispered into your ear, “your whole body is perfect to me.”
“And I like that you have boobs, they’re so soft,” you mumble replied.
“You can feel them if you like?” she invited cutely.
“Really? It’s ok?” you asked with surprise, pulling back from her hug.
She nodded, reaching for your hand and placing it on her right breast, “there, what do you think?”
“Soft, like sponge cake,” you replied, squeezing a little as you looked up into her face.
A soft blush dusted her cheeks as you squeezed and her gaze glazed over as you continue to fondle her.
Drawn into her, in the heat of the moment, you leaned in to kiss her, which she returned, her lips and tongue connecting with yours.
She tasted sweet and her lips were softer than anything you had ever felt before and almost in an instant you were lost to her, kissing passionately.
You would have kept going had the timer on the oven not beeped to herald the completion of the latest cake, and you ripped your lips off hers to race over and pull the cake out.
It was cooked to perfection and you sighed with delight when you pulled it out and pressed the top gently with your fingertips, watching it spring back under your touch- like it should.
“Wow,” Fuwa breathed as she walked over to join you at the oven, “it looks and smells so good!”
You looked at her and grinned. “Bet it won’t taste as good as you though,” you replied cheekily, “your kisses taste amazing.”
“No, that’s you,” she replied with a little giggle, “you’re the one who tastes good.”
You grinned at her and glanced at her lips again, hoping to have another chance to kiss them. Thankfully she read your intentions and initiated another kiss.
Back at it again, you went, kissing… then touching over clothes… then under her skirt your fingers roamed, guided by her hand.
Her legs were softer than any cake you had ever felt and your fingertips quickly ran up over her cotton panties to rub her there too.
She sighed lightly with delight and spread her legs for you.
“Sit up here.” You patted the bench beside the cake, “I need more room to work.”
She obliged, and even lost the panties to the floor before jumping up onto the bench and spreading her legs again.
“Can I…?” you asked, looking into her eyes as you slid her skirt up a little.
“Yes please,” she invited, helping to pull it up to reveal a very soft shaven pussy.
“Oh,” you whispered, your clit starting to buzz with all this visual stimulation.
You pushed her legs apart and dropped your head between them, poking your tongue out to lick along her slit.
She gasped lightly again as your hot tongue hit her skin and she reached for your head to stroke your hair.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” she praised, looking down at you while you tasted her again and again.
Like everything else about Fuwa, she was soft there too, and you felt like you could very easily get addicted to licking her between her thighs.
“Like a sponge cake,” you said randomly, pulling back from her and looking up into her eyes.
She giggled, a blush dusting her cheeks. “Really?”
“Yeah, soft… super soft,” you said again, “I wanna just get in there and…”
“Well then go ahead,” she offered cutely, lifting one leg up and resting it up on the bench.
Seeing the pink inside of her pussy lips, you couldn’t help but put your head back down there and lick along the insides of her folds, your tongue wiggling gently against her clit whenever you got to the top.
“Y/N, your tongue feels so good,” she moaned lightly, tilting her head back, her fluffy cloud earrings dangling lightly as her body moved against your tongue.
You were aching between your thighs now, your panties getting soaked by your juices, so much so, that you hand to drop a hand there to rub yourself a little to relived the ache.
“Did you want to have some as well?” Fuwa asked when she saw you had put your hand between your thighs.
“No, I’m good, I want to make you feel good,” you said, breaking your sucking and licking on her for a moment to speak, before resuming what you had been doing.
“Ok,” she moaned, I’ll be sure to spend lots of time on you when it comes time.”
You nodded, pushing your tongue up inside her.
All you could think of was how warm, soft and slightly salty sweet she tasted and the faster your licked and sucked, the more her body heaved until finally with soft legs shaking, she came, letting out a beautiful quivering moan as her juices squirted into your mouth.
“Yum,” you said, pulling back to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
You looked across to the sponge cake beside her on the bench and grinned.
“This is where we let the sponge cakes air,” you said to her, looking down between her wet thighs as she panted lightly.
“I’ll be your sponge cake any day,” she replied with a cheeky look in her pretty eyes.
You stepped back and smiled at her with hands gently on hips.
“I guess I love sponge cake too then,” you replied with a cheeky smirk.
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