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Sangyeon | Identity Film ‘Generation Z’
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕫 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕠𝕞'𝕤/𝕊𝕦𝕓'𝕤
𝕆𝕥𝟙𝟙
ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖 + 𝕂𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟
ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸᶻ ʰʸᵘⁿᵍ ˡⁱⁿᵉ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ (ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ)
ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.8ᵏ
ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵈᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇ ᵗʸᵖᵉˢ, ᵐᵉᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵒʳᵍᵃˢⁱᵐˢ, ᵗᵇᶻ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ
Sangyeon, The Master Dom
Sangyeon may be a kind and gentle guy, but boy this man loves to have all the control he can possibly have in his hands, so the bed is absolutely no exception.
He's the type of guy who enjoys to make you yell his name out and force you to get into positions/clothing that you may find uncomfortable. He will punish you if you refuse to do what he asks, and and he has lots of things he could do to you. Whether it's spanking, light choking, or to push his entire length inside of you and fuck you until you cum.
However after your session ends he will be the sweetest angel ever and will take care of you as much as possible, he really enjoys aftercare because you visibly are weak and exhausted. He lays a bunch of blankets on you, gets you your favorite foods and snacks as you sit together and watch a movie.
Jacob, a Gentle Switch
Jacob can have his both bottom and top moments, he doesn't really prefer one over the other.
Okay, Jacob is sensitive to touch, like.. REALLY sensitive, so it doesn't take him long to let out his first orgasm. However, when Jacob is on the top, he is superior to anyone and anything. There is nothing that can stop this man from going his hardest just to show you how much he loves you.
Although yes, he does have his rough moments, Jacob tends to be very soft and gentle when it comes to sex and is often more worried about you then himself, aftercare is filled with hugs, cuddles and a warm shower together.
Younghoon, Daddy Dom
Younghoon is not "Younghoon" during a session, he will force you to call him "daddy" or "master" during funtime and will refuse to accept anything else other than that.
Younghoon typically isn't a very aggressive time when it comes to sex and he is normally very calm and collective with it, however, like Sangyeon, if you disobey him or call him something other then what he prefers, then well... good luck.
Younghoon is very calm when it comes to aftercare as well, he will make sure you get everything you need or want and will order from your absolute favorite restaurant. He will get your favorite meal, drink and snack and will make sure you are as relaxed as possible .
Hyunjae, Bratty Sub
I am very convinced that Hyunjae is that type of bratty sub, he enjoys to tease and disobey as much as possible just to push your buttons. He'll do anything to make you try to shut him up as he knows it'll make you take things faster.
However after he pushed all your possible buttons, he will regret ever teasing you in the first place. I also see Hyunjae being sensitive and will get angry if you stop or slow down on pleasuring him. He enjoys getting all your attention and wants you to cherish his body. Technically becoming a "Prince sub"
Aftercare will be you taking care of him, he will be want yoh to cuddle him until he falls asleep and afterwards help him wash off, he sleeps like a baby everytime you and him do the dirty, and he will always be clingy afterwards, not wanted to be away from you for a second.
Juyeon, Soft Switch
During fun time, nothing is impossible for Juyeon. Typically, Juyeon prefers and starts every session being the top, but once the tables turn oh boy.
Juyeon is the type of primal dom who enjoys being rough with you for the time he's dom, he makes you do things like suck him out, make him cum, call him "master", but when you decide to switch the roles... Juyeon becomes the biggest sub of all time, he will be begging you to slow down or stop even though he obviously doesn't mean it.
Even so, Juyeon will still insist of taking care of you afterwards but you obviously don't allow him to do all the work, he will also get his own treatment and even though he won't show it.. he loves when you show obvious care and concern for him.
Kevin, Submissive Switch
Kevin loves when you top him, although that doesn't mean he himself doesn't enjoy being top.
Kevin ain't rough when it comes to sex either, he typically knows your boundaries and is very respectful towards them. He will ask permission before taking on anything and will always check up on you, however he can also have his moments where he completes forgets that you might be in pain and his brain completely takes over.
When Kevin becomes the bottom though, it's very simple for Kevin to easily loose control and cum, he has very soft moans and often will try to avoid being loud, which he is normally good at doing, he does enjoy giving you aftercare and enjoys talking about his favorite parts of your entire session.
Bestie pls grace us with some quality, nasty Sangyeon thoughts !!!! This man is what dreams are made of :')
SHEEESH you're right, sangyeon is a dream
everyone sees sangyeon as this hard daddy dom and like...they're right.
like i can't see him as anything else but a dom (unless i force myself to see differently but i mean i'd have to really force myself for this boy)
like he's so rough?!?!? and aggressive?!?!? on my knees bro.
speaking of on my knees, this boy lovessssss getting his dick sucked. don't get me wrong, he loves eating you out, but i feel that he prefers receiving oral.
but, after all that roughness and stuff, sangyeon is just a really sweet and caring boy. he gives really great aftercare (cuddles, forehead kisses, etc)...until he decides to fuck you again ;)
this was really fun!! hopefully i'll be able to do this with all the members :D
Are you you still open with ships?? Could I ask one with Ateez, The Boyz, And seventeen pwueesee 🥺 I'm 154 cm, an enfp and 85% an extrovert tho sometimes I prefer to be alone in a quiet place and just listen to musics and read some book.l, especially when if rains. I love to hear the soothing sounds of rain alone. Really enjoy trying out new hobbies, like almost everything interests me. Very in love with diy and handmades (as long as it's aesthetic and or vintage and or flowery). Super clumbsy too :") Big on sweet tooth and I don't trust people easily despite me being an extrovert. But I tend to forgot about bounderies and just went all out about my private life to strangers :"). Fruits are nice, vegetables are yucky. And I'm not really the most romantic person on earth. My love languange is being bratty to the one that I love lol. Also don't really like ot when a bf is being too nice to me, as in I don't like it when they over help me with things that I can do on my own, like driving, going to some places alone, holding my groceries bags, or other minor or un-minir things I can handle. (It makes me feel useless somehow when they do that :") idk why)
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I Ship You With......
Seventeen: Wonwoo
The Boyz: Sangyeon
Ateez: Yeosang
lucuuu bangett yang hyunjae 😩
fall asleep against me
(hyung line) when you fall asleep on them!
genre: fluff, cuddling, kissing, just comfort notes: this to like help with the horribly sad fiasco that i wrote for hyunjae like oh my gosh word count: 1.3k
sangyeon
when you walked into your shared room, you felt a smile grow on your face when you noticed your boyfriend, sitting cross-legged in bed, doing some work on his computer. he looked so cozy like this, his hair unstyled and soft, no makeup on his face, and just loungewear on.
you climbed into bed, sitting behind him.
“hi,” you giggled, hooking your chin over his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his cheek. this way, you could see what he was working on. he was producing a slow, romantic song. he turned to you and smiled, dearly.
“hi,” he greeted back, breathing out a relieved sigh just at the sight of you. “i missed you.”
you gazed at him with awe, “did you really?”
“mhm,” he nodded, faking a pout that made you laugh. after, the two of you fell into silence as he went back to work. you smiled mischievously before wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your cheek against the broad expanse of his back. you loved the pattern of his breathing and the comforting scent of his soft shirt.
you could hear the typing on his computer and his occasional hum. soon enough, with his warm body against his chest, you found yourself falling asleep, still clutching onto his waist. he didn’t notice at first, as he just kept on working. but at some point, he paused his clicking when he heard you snoring.
he widened his eyes slightly and took a glance behind him. he smiled softly at the sight of you sound asleep against his back.
“how do i move…” he wondered to himself. he thought for a second before as gently as he could, he moved so he was sitting against the headboard and you were sleeping on his chest.
“perfect,” he smiled, caressing your cheek and brushing hair away from your face. he felt your heart soar when you snuggled even closer. “i love you.”
jacob
“is your lap comfortable?” you suddenly blurted out after looking at a couple of videos on your phone. you were fairly new to relationships and wanted to try all sorts of things with your boyfriend.
he looked at you, bewildered.
“is my lap comfortable?” he repeated, in disbelief.
“yeah,” you giggled, gazing up at him with expectant eyes. he sputtered, hating how much of an effect you had on him.
“y-you want to sit on my… lap?” you could see him blush as he looked down at his lap for a second, contemplating the scenario. he blinked up at you, completely flustered.
you snorted, “no, silly, i meant to lay my head on it.”
“oh, i thought…” he trailed off, turning redder by the second. and that was when you decided to tease him just a bit more.
“i mean, if you would like me to sit on i-”
“no!” he blurted out, stuttering. “i- i mean, i wouldn’t mind… but– nevermind.’
you giggled endearingly, “let me test it out. laying on it mean.”
“sure,” he agreed, taking in a shaky breath as he patted his lap. you lay down and put your head against his thighs. you felt your body immediately relax, loving the warmth that encompassed you, as well as the sweet scent of his cologne. you were quiet for a short while, just enjoying the comfortable position.
“what do you think?” he asked, looking at you with amusement.
“very comfortable indeed,” you sighed, melting against him.
he laughed affectionately as he used his hand to brush through your hair. it was so, so soothing that you couldn’t help but get drowsy. he noticed quickly, never stopping his stroking movements. and when he was sure that you had fallen asleep, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips.
“please continue to sleep here, you look adorable,” he whispered, gazing at you with so much love.
“okay.”
“you’re awake?” he gasped.
you smirked, “i am now since you called me adorable.”
younghoon
“if you’re so tired, why don’t you just take a nap?” he whined, clinging to your arm as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you shiver slightly.
“no,” you stubbornly replied. “i have to finish this chapter,” you gripped your book, turning the page with excitement to know what happen next.
“yeah, but you keep on yawning,” he poked your cheek, making you scowl. “meaning that you are tired.”
“lies.”
“i would never lie,” he charmed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
you huffed, ignoring him with pursed lips.
“hey, don’t ignore me, you know you love me,” he cheekily teased you. you secretly loved his nagging, finding it adorable and it making you feel special. but you also loved bickering with him.
you groaned, pushing him lightheartedly.
“i guess i do love an annoying boyfriend.”
he gasped, “you take that back!”
“no, let me read.” the two of you were currently sitting in bed, younghoon right by your side. the both of you were wrapped up in blankets, relaxing late in the evening. as you got more comfortable with your story, you laid your head on his shoulder. but at some point, the words started to get more and more blurry, and you read slower. okay, so maybe you were tired. you didn’t even notice that your eyes were drooping.
he watched intently as your book fell into your lap. he chuckled, lovingly.
“i told you so,” he remarked. though you didn’t hear him since you were already fast asleep. as carefully as he could, he took your book, marked the page you were on, and set it aside. then, he leaned towards you, making you snuggle into the slope of his shoulder.
“sleep well, angel,” he whispered as he laid his head on top of yours, holding your hand tenderly in his.
hyunjae
“you have to watch this one,” he pointed at the screen with adorable excitement. “i’m serious, it’s the best.”
you sighed, shaking your head, “is it spiderman again?”
he froze, looking at you sheepishly. “maybe…”
“oh hyunjae,” you giggled, looking up at him as you batted your eyelashes. “why don’t you be my spiderman?”
he sputtered, blush barely visible, “what are you talking about? just watch.”
you smiled, knowing that he very much liked what you said. you quickly got comfortable, cuddling up to his side. as you watched the movie though, you felt yourself get drowsy. and don’t get the wrong idea, it was an interesting movie! just the day prior had been really tiring.
you decided to lay your head on his shoulder. he instinctively laid his arm out, letting his hand rest on your thigh, comfortably as he pressed a quiet kiss to your forehead. soon enough, you had fallen asleep, snoring quietly.
he was too invested in the movie to notice. but, when a plot twist happened and he turned to you to ramble on about it, that was when he finally took note.
“hey,” he whispered, frowning. “you seriously fell asleep during my favorite movie?” he pouted quietly to himself, though not making any effort to wake you up. he secretly loved how cute you looked.
you woke up slowly, blinking blearily at him.
he widened his eyes, staring at you with guilty, “i didn’t meant to wake you up though…”
“no, no,” you shook your head. “we can continue to watch. sorry for falling asleep.”
“it’s okay,” he scrunched his nose. “i was just joking,” he giggled. he took your head gently and urged it back onto his shoulder. “sleep, my cutie.”
“thank you,” you whispered with exhaustion. and then you smiled to yourself, “my spiderman.”
“hey, don’t start with that,” he narrowed his eyes at you, his ears gradually turning red. “i’ll get shy.”
“okay… my hero.”
“oh my,” he groaned.
Meri Chaand 🌙
SYNOPSIS. This was their first karwachauth after their arranged marriage
PAIRING. husband!choi seungcheol x female reader
GENRE. fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS. Mention of fasting, a kiss, terms of endearment
WORD COUNT. 3.2K
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Can’t believe I am back with this, this was in my drafts for toooo long and finally posting this, well while proofreading I almost couldn’t believe that it was me who wrote this and Seungcheol after all. But here it is, hope you all like this Happy reading :)
TAG. @thepoopdokyeomtouched @aestheticfangirl
I woke up as soon as I heard my alarm, I felt Seungcheol stir in his sleep. I didn’t want to wake him up, I wanted to be as quiet as possible. Somewhere I didn’t want to tell him about any of this, because I didn’t know if he believed this tradition or not.
I woke up quietly and walked towards the walk-in closet, and after choosing my clothes I went to take a shower. I relaxed as soon the warm water hit my body, all the memories, flood in from yesterday. “Do you have work tomorrow?” I nodded, “but it’s work from home. I have to attend a few meetings that’s it”
“Oh, I thought you had an off day” I looked at him, I wanted him to say because it felt like I was forgetting something but then I wanted to hear it from him. “It’s karwachauth tomorrow so I thought…” he trailed off, and then it clicked in my mind, maa told me about this today morning before I left for work and even told me about the sargi. I don’t even know if he believes this or not. “Oh, no we don’t have off because of karwachauth” he nodded. “All good then and you can tell maa if- his words were cut off because of a call he received. I was getting sleepy either way, I didn’t wait for him when he walked out of the room to talk.
I don’t believe in all these traditions and saw my mom doing everything every year, till last year but there was something inside me, where I wanted to keep the fast.
I got ready and went downstairs, I saw maa already setting the sargi, “Nishita?” I smiled at her, I took her blessings but she held my shoulders and hugged me. “Are you sure?” I nodded, “Here’s your sargi,” She asked me yesterday about the fast and I agreed.
“Eat this before the sunrise.” I nodded. I was about to go towards the room but then the thought of Seungcheol getting disturbed and then asking me so many things, hit me so I didn’t go to my room. “Can I eat it here in the living room?”
“You don’t want to go back to your room?” I shook my head, “Seungcheol is sleeping and I don’t want to disturb him. He came late and then I don’t know when he came to sleep after he received a call at 11:30 pm yesterday.” She held my cheeks and smiled, “You care for him so much Nishita” I smiled at her. “Everyone deserves some rest and I have work from home today so it’s fine for me, but he should get enough rest” She kissed my forehead, “He is lucky” I smiled.
I ate my sargi and once I was done, I went to keep the plates in the sink. Despite our arranged marriage, I always wondered how would things turn out after marriage, he gave me the personal space whenever I needed, and he never forced me into anything, things were changing, it’s been nine months after our marriage already, and for me, things were slowly changing. The care he showed even without asking me was something that always got me. And the least I could do for him was to fulfil the traditions I should do as his wife.
I looked outside and it was already sunrise, and I looked at the clock, it read 6:33 am
I went back to my room, well aware of Seungcheol’s alarm of 7:00 am. He usually works out in the morning for like one hour, so it’s his time to get up. I went to take out my laptop, to check everything for the meeting I had to attend. I was holding my Mac and walked towards the bed, and I was surprised to see Seungcheol awake, “Nishi?”
“Seungcheol?”
“You’re already awake?” I nodded at his words. His eyes went to the laptop I was holding, “do you have a meeting now?”
“No, but I need to check a few things before the meeting because I would be talking to the client mainly.” Another reason was to distract myself today and I wanted to ask him why was he awake, since it wasn’t even 7 am yet. He looked lost, and we were just looking at each other, more like staring at each other.
“Subah ho gai?” I nodded
“Umm, good morning” I looked at him and replied, “Good morning” We didn’t do this usually, what’s gotten into him?
“I will go get ready.” I nodded and kept my Mac on the night table. Once he went towards the closet, I fixed the bedsheets and went to sit on the bed with my Mac.
I saw him walking back with his sweatshirt on, I looked at him, “I am going for workout” I nodded at him. I was checking files, then it hit me. It was already 7 am and I had to make breakfast.
I closed my Mac and went downstairs, I saw maa already inside the kitchen, “You’re here?” she looked at me, “Yes, how could I not help you in making breakfast?”
“But you don’t have to do a lot of work today because in the evening we have to do the preparations. So don’t stress too much and you’ve two meetings today.”
“It’s fine maa, and making breakfast is a daily thing, why an exception today?” she looked at me and smiled, “You’re just so beautiful”
“what were you planning to make today?” I asked her, and I went to wash my hands, “something Seungcheol likes” I turned my head to her, “something he likes?” she nodded, “do you want to cook something else?” I shook my head, “he likes Sabudana Khichdi aur Rawa Uttapam” She smiled at me, “Let’s make both and Sangyeon wanted to eat Sabudana ki kichadi yesterday, so I soaked Sabudana overnight, already” I saw, the bowl and went to drain it, “you can cut the vegetables for uttapam, I will do this.” She nodded and once drained, I dry-roasted peanuts, I personally didn’t like peanuts but he did.
Once done, I started making it carefully, and to my surprise, today it turned out nicely; I looked over maa, and noticed she was almost done with the chopping and preparations for rava uttapam. “Maa, let me do this”
“You already made Sabudana” I looked at her, “it’s fine. You can go and check up on others, I can do this. I don’t have any work right now as well” She gave up after I insisted, for some unknown reason I wanted to make breakfast today maybe because I was very relaxed and had no work or I was just bored.
It didn’t take a lot of time to cook for everyone, I was almost done and then I heard maa “Go and call Seungcheol, it’s breakfast time” I kept everything and nodded at her. “I will set the table for everyone.”
I went to our room and I saw Seungcheol buttoning his white shirt, I shook my head and sighed. Doesn’t matter how many times I told him not to walk like this, infront of him but he is like ‘It’s my house, I can walk however I want, I can be naked anytime I want’
His strong scent filled the whole room, I walked towards him, “Breakfast’s ready, maa is calling” Once he was done with his shirt, he took out the tie. He looked at me, “help me?” I sighed and took the tie. Despite his height I managed to help him with his tie, unknowingly today I noticed, we were standing way too close, his breaths were hitting my collarbone which was making it difficult for me to focus on his tie.
“And you’re done” I took a step back and almost stumbled back, but he was quick to hold my waist and pull me closer, “Be careful Nishi” his voice was deeper than usual, the moment he let go of my waist, I let out the breath I was holding.
“Let’s go for breakfast, it’s almost time.”
“I have to leave, I have a meeting” I turned to look at him, “meeting?”
“Yes, I was supposed to tell you yesterday but when I came back to room, you were asleep.”
“But I made your favorite...sabudana” I almost whispered the last word.
“I’m sorry, I’ve to leave” He went out of the room and I followed him, almost disappointed but then I understand, him being the CEO and doing everything. I knew he had work but skipping breakfast? It’s something he never did and rather always tells everyone else that they shouldn’t skip their breakfast.
“Seungcheol” both of us turned to look at maa, “aa jao khane, Nishita ne pyaar se banaya hai aaj”
“Aaj nehi maa, meeting hai.”
“Lekin, Nishi ne bahut pyaar se banaya hai”
“Maa, it’s okay.” He turned to look at me, he had apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry” I shook my head and gave him a tight smile, “it’s okay, I get it.” Whereas this was the first time he was skipping breakfast.
He went out in a hurry and I looked at Sangyeon and papa, enjoying breakfast. Sangyeon was almost taken aback when maa informed that I was fasting today.
*****
After I was done with the meetings, I looked at the time, it was already evening. I was getting sleepy and tired, I heard a knock on the door. “Are you done for the day?” I looked at maa, walking towards the bed where I was sitting. I nodded, “all done”
“Good, everything’s almost done, I wanted to inform you that, there’s a ritual which is followed in our house, which is you have to wear your wedding saree today.” I nodded, “okay I will get ready”
“Once you’re ready come downstairs.” I nodded.
I looked at the time, it was already 6 pm which meant Seungcheol should have come by now. I shrugged off the thoughts and went towards the walk-in closet, to check my wedding saree.
After searching a bit, I found my saree. I took everything out and went to change. After changing into the saree and fixing everything perfectly, I looked in the mirror and started getting ready. I wore my kajal and eyeliner. I applied liptint and once I was done with my hair, I looked at myself and smiled. I picked up my earrings and wore it. Somewhere my mind was stuck with Seungcheol, why was he late? Would he make it today when the moon will come out? Did he believe in this?
I was skeptical about everything, and him leaving early today, and missing breakfast was something I never thought I would witness. I knew the meaning of the fast, it was for his wellbeing, and it didn’t matter if he believed it or not but I was unsure myself…now
I tried to smile looking at the mirror.
I was ready, so I went downstairs and there I saw the way everything was kept and decorated; “Nishita, come here” I went to sit beside maa, we had to decorate the kalash and other things, once everything was done and kept in the thali, we had to go to the terrace
The moment I stepped on the terrace, I was getting anxious, because there was no sign of him yet.
**********
SEUNGCHEOL
I looked at the time, didn’t matter how much I wanted to have coffee, I resisted eating or drinking anything today.
I don’t know if Nishi believed in all these traditions but I wanted to keep the fast for her; I didn’t believe in these until she came to my life. There was something about her which always told me to believe everything, let it be god, fate or destiny.
I felt at my worst when I told her I wouldn’t be having my breakfast, knowing she made my favourite and the disappointment on her face was visible. The whole day she was stuck in my mind, I knew how much karwachauth meant for my mother, I always admired her for all these; not knowing I would be doing this one day for my own wife.
woh vrat nehi rakhegi toh mai rakhlunga, that’s what I told myself.
Once I was done with all the meetings and everything, I walked down to the basement to drive back home. I looked at the time, hoping I wasn’t very late.
The moment I reached home, I saw no one downstairs, were they on the terrace already? I came across Sangyeon who was already wearing a kurta, “where’s Nishi?”
“Bhabi?” he looked at me, “She’s with maa on the terrace. You should go and wait for the moon, it’s almost late bhai, what were you even doing this late” he walked past me.
I went to our room and saw, my kurta set on the bed, “did Nishi take these out for me?” I was about to call her but I remembered she wasn’t here, she was with maa.
I changed my clothes and got ready. I went to the walk-in closet and took out the payal I brought for Nishi, more or less this was our first karwachauth and how could I let it go like this?
I kept them inside my pocket and went upstairs.
The moment I reached the rooftop, I almost stopped my steps when I saw her turning around to look at me, she was wearing the saree that she wore at our wedding, I could never forget the look on her face.
Right now, she looked so pretty, with her half-braided hair, pretty earrings, pretty eyeliner, her golden chain, and her mangalsutra. The way she looked right now, I was ready to keep all the fasts for her, so that she could shine brightly like the moon in my dark days, I wanted to give her all the happiness she deserved, she didn’t deserve to shed a single tear in her life. And I was here to make sure she received all the happiness.
I walked towards her, almost in surprise; she was holding the thali which had everything.
Once I was standing infront of her, she gave me a tight smile, “I almost thought you would be very late”
“And here I thought you didn’t believe in any of these?”
“I didn’t believe in these but felt like you believed in this and I had faith in you” She almost whispered those three words which were enough for me to hear. “Chand dikh gaya” she hurriedly, put her pallu over her head, she looked so beautiful, just the way she looked that night, when we were getting married. Nothing could compare to how beautiful she looked.
She lit up the diya, then kept the diya on the sieve then while looking at the moon through the sieve she poured the water from the kalash. I watched her do everything and somewhere my heart wanted to capture the moment forever, the adoration and dedication in her eyes told me something else. She kept the empty kalash on the other side and then turned to look at me through the sieve. I was looking at her through the sieve, and I was lost in her eyes.
Her eyes always pulled me closer to her, there was always something in her that pulled me closer and made me fall in love with her, they say marriages always happen if there’s love but then how would anyone explain this? I fell for her the moment I saw her in saree at our wedding. The way she looked at me told me, already that I fell for her. The admiration on her face was nothing compared to billions of diamonds. She was the most precious diamond I ever had.
She gave me a smile through the sieve and she was about to keep the sieve on the other side but before she could do that, I held the sieve and looked at her, she was taken aback.
“Seungcheol?” I smiled at her
“I found my moon.” She was surprised, I could say she never thought I would do this.
“fast rakhe ho?” I didn’t reply to her and I heard my mother, “Tu manta bhi nehi tha yeh sab, aur aaj kya hua?”
“Chand mili hai mujhe apni, toh itna karna toh banta hai na agar isko hamesha apne paas rakhna hai aur aise hi chamakta hua dekhna hai toh? Meri chaand itna toh deserve karti hi hai maa” She looked lost. I couldn’t tell if she was surprised, or was overwhelmed, or taken aback.
Once done, I took out the diya from the sieve and kept it on the thali, and the sieve on the table. After that, she did the arti, and I was smiling throughout the time, she looked so beautiful even with the light of the flame. I took the kalash from the thali and I helped her drink the water and broke her fast.
“Ab meri baari jaan” that last word just slipped out of my mouth unknowingly and I was almost flustered, but nothing compared to how flustered she looked.
“Seungcheol?”
“Vrat Rakha hai, paani pilaogi tabhi tutega” she smiled at me and helped me drink the water.
She held the thali and fixed the pallu, and before she could bend down and touch my feet, I bent down and touched her feet. She was taken aback, well I have seen my mother do this to my father but here I wanted Nishi to give another place in my life.
I took the gulab jamun from the thali and gave her a bite, she took it from me and gave me a bite.
“Now one more thing, you deserve” She looked at me confused, “Ab kya baaki hai?”
“Fast bhi rakh liya mere liye, aur kya chahiye mujhe?” I bend down and patted my thighs, “Kya?”
I took out the box and showed her the payal, “Aaj hamara pehela karwachauth hai, toh yeh meri taraf se, ek chota sa taufa” she extended her leg and kept the feet on my thigh, I didn’t care if everyone in our family saw us, this was supposed to be our moment but couldn’t help if this because the public display of affection.
Once I put the payal around both her feet, I kissed her feet lightly. I got up, “thankyou so much” The urge to kiss her was getting high.
My hands cupped her cheeks, “pata hai kitni pyaari lag rahi ho aaj” she smiled at me.
She smiled at me and stole my heart again.
“Aise smile na kiya karo, jaan leni hai kya meri?” this was the first time I was this open with myself and my feelings, my feelings were taking over me.
“Maine kuch bhi- before she could complete her sentence, I kissed her.
I closed my eyes, and pulled her closer. Her lips tasted sweet because of gulab jamun, but I didn’t mind, I liked the taste of the kiss and her lips. I pulled back lightly and looked at her, before she could say anything, I kissed her again, “I love you” I said in between our kiss, “this is probably the first time I confessed and I mean it”
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Down? Astronomically.
Summary: Sangyeon doesn't like sweets. That doesn't stop him from visiting you and your bakery every single thing and leaving with the one thing he hates.
Genre: smut, fluff, mild angst
Pairing: idol!Sangyeon x bakery owner!afab!reader
Fic Warnings: Sickeningly sweet (bah dum tsss) fluff, strangers to simps to lovers, mild mild angst, mentions of food, Sangyeon's cringey as hell actually (like he's down BAD down bad)
WC: ~6.4k (oops)
18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI
SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT
Smut Warnings: y/n definitely has an oral fixation, soft dom!Sangyeon, pussy drunk!Sangyeon, y/n drunk!Sangyeon (he’s down astronomically bad your honor), he’s like obsessed with everything about her, public sex (they fuckin in the bakery 💪 but it’s closed and the lights are (mostly) off lmfao), standing by big dick!Sangyeon until the day I die, hair pulling, tummy bulge bc why not, lowkey size kink hdjgfsj, uhhhh p in v sex (protected. yall better wrap that shit); i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything.
A/N: 5 months and 6.4k words later and this sangyeon rec is done. anon i'm so sorry for the wait i'm so horrible. Also thank you to pookie (Fawn) for beta reading half of this but she had to bail and I told yall 3:30 so.... yuh. Also this is the first time I've written smut since Doll so please don't be harsh on me i'm sorry if it's bad
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Sangyeon doesn’t exactly know when he started coming to your bakery. He doesn’t even like sweets, so why does he keep showing up in the dead of night and leaving with several boxes filled with sweets and a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth?
You.
Gorgeous, kind, brilliant, sweet, you. Coincidence? He thinks not.
At first, he’d started going because Eric had recommended the coffee. And then he met you, stumbling out of the kitchen with a smear of pink frosting on your cheek, a dye-stained apron, and strands of hair slipping out of your tight bun and clinging to your forehead. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but seeing you in that near-disastrous state, yelling at the poor cashier? God, maybe he should start believing.
Down bad, Sunwoo had called him a while ago when Sangyeon had dragged him along on his nightly coffee trip. Down horrendous, actually. Sangyeon had forced him to carry all four boxes of treats you’d sent home with him, ignoring how the younger member of the group had whined about how sore his arms were going to be. No, he didn’t pay any attention as he sent the boy along. All of his attention was on you, watching you wipe down the counter and talk about how busy your day had been.
In the end, he’d only left because Jacob kept calling, begging him to come back to the company to get the boys back in order.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite regular!” You’re beaming at him when he walks in the door, your hand placed on the shoulder of Hyejin, a younger and newer employee. You shooed her away, ignoring her questioning of who this mysterious man with a hat and mask on was. When the door to the kitchen shuts and you’re sure she isn’t coming back out, you circle the counter to stand in front of Sangyeon. “I’m assuming you want your normal order?”
Sangyeon ignores the buzzing in his body when you call him your favorite.
Sangyeon quirks an eyebrow, and though his face is hidden for the most part, you can see his hat shift with the tensing of the muscles in his forehead.
“You have my order memorized?” His tone is teasing, and you feel your cheeks warm.
“Well, I mean- you just- you’re here every day, and- and I just-” you stumble over your words, a low laugh from the man in front of you causing your cheeks to go from pink to red in an instant.
“I’m kidding,” Sangyeon promises, nudging your side with his elbow while he moves to the register. “I think I would be offended if you didn’t know my order by now.” You hum, a delicate and angelic sound that has Sangyeon feeling fuzzy. He forces the feeling away, tapping his card on the screen in front of him. It lags for a moment, and you awkwardly tap the screen to get it to move faster. Sangyeon smiles, watching you repeatedly try to tuck nonexistent hairs behind your ear.
He leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter and peering up at you. You don’t meet his eyes.
“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not nervous,” you insist, now slapping the screen, “this stupid thing is just- it’s just slow and I feel bad about taking up your time. I know you’re really busy-”
Sangyeon cuts you off again. “I’m never too busy for you, cupcake.” You freeze, and the machine dings. Sangyeon’s eyes squeeze shut. Why the fuck would you say that? What moron says that?
“I-” you pause, drumming your fingers on the counter. “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Hyejin will bring everything to you.”
He inhales, ready to apologize, but you’re gone by the time he can form words. The swinging kitchen door is his only indicator of where you’ve gone, and he mentally kicks himself.
Across the counter, Hyejin clears her throat.
“Iced latte for…Yeonnie?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost disturbed at the name on the cup. Sangyeon walks over, hesitantly grabbing the drink. “I’ll be right out with your boxes.”
“Not necessary,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need them-”
“Too bad,” the young girl purses her lips. “Y/N won’t let me leave until they’re gone so…”
“Oh…”
“Plus, I’m pretty sure she makes so much extra because you love her baked goods.” Hyejin stares him down, and he shuffles his feet.
“Yep…that’s…that’s true,” an awkward laugh, “the one who really loves baked goods…”
Sunwoo was right. He’s down astronomically bad.
~
“You’re such a fucking loser, you know that right?” Hyejin scrubs a baking tin furiously, grumbling about how these stupid drops of batter are gonna be the death of her. “Running away and giggling like someone my age because he called you cupcake.” You glare at her. She continues to scrub at the pan. “Do you even know anything about him?”
“Who even asked you?” His birthday is November 4th. I remember because he knew his friends were planning a surprise party for him.
“Nobody. I’m just the unfortunate soul who has to sit here and witness your gag-worthy flirting with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome.” You throw down your rag.
“I’m not flirting with him! He’s a paying customer!”
“Mhm. A paying customer who you wanna fuck sooooo bad.” She smirks at you, and whether mocking or not you know she’s right. Would you ever admit that to her face? Absolutely not.
“You know what-” You pick up your rag and jab a finger in her direction. “If you keep this shit up I’m cutting your hours down.”
“Do that and I’m telling Yeonnie that you want him inside of you. Call it a taste tester or whatever.”
“You know what,” your face is burning up again and your grip on the rag tightens. “Get out.”
“Nope.” Hyejin sets down her sponge and smiles at you. “I’m not leaving until I’m scheduled to leave. Unless we finish early, that is. So you better make a plan to jump this guy’s bones before I help him instead.”
Your rag hits the ground, a groan rises from your throat. And yet…you can’t help the smile that pulls across your lips. You can’t help the warm feeling in your chest that blooms with every thought of this masked customer who only ever goes by Yeonnie, even if you don’t know what he looks like under that mask and hat of his.
~
“You called her what?” Kevin reels back, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. Sangyeon cringes.
“Yeah…”
“Why would you say that? That’s like…textbook ‘do not call a woman this unless she’s your wife!’”
“You think I don’t know that?” Sangyeon flings himself back on the studio floor, a loud thump echoing around him. The other boys had left a few minutes ago, and, oddly enough, Kevin was the only one he trusted enough to tell this to. “God, I’m such a moron.”
“No,” Kevin coos. Sangyeon frowns, rolling his head on the ground to look at him. “You’re just a dumbass who-” Sangyeon flings his foot out reaching to kick Kevin. “Whoa, hey, let me finish!”
“You’re just gonna make fun of me!” Sangyeon whines.
Kevin purses his lips.
“For a 26-year-old man, you sure are childish.”
“Are you gonna help me fix this or not, Kevin?”
Kevin hums.
“Operation Sangyeon-does-get-bitches is a go!”
“Call it that again and I’m getting you kicked out of the group.”
~
“So,” Hyejin leans against the counter while you mix up the batter for a cake. “Has Yeonnie come in yet?”
You purse your lips, carefully pouring part of the dry ingredients into the stand mixer.
“He doesn’t come in until later usually.”
“You must be so disappointed.” You don’t respond.
Truthfully, it is disappointing. Sure, you know he’ll be coming in later on. You know that he’s likely going to be your last customer and for that, you’re relieved. However, the wait has you picking at the skin around your nails. Anxiety builds inside of you. Cupcake is what he had called you. Just a small amount of affection, and for that you had shut down. What if running away had sent the wrong message? What if he thought you hated him and were just being nice? “You shouldn’t stress so much,” Hyejin stops the stand mixer, taking the empty bowl of dry ingredients from your hand. “You’ll overmix the batter and then the cake will be gross.”
“A professional, are we?” A lighthearted smile passes over your lips. Hyejin shrugs.
“I’m here to learn, aren’t I? I’m not gonna get through culinary school by working at a gas station.”
“That’s true.”
“Anyway,” she huffs and grabs a tray of macarons, “just remember the plan and he’ll fall right back in love with you. Guaranteed.”
“How do you know?” You pour the cake batter into a few baking tins, ensuring that all are evenly layered.
“Have you seen how he looks at you?” She scoffs. “That man clearly couldn’t care less about the sweets you give him. He’s here for you and the coffee. Not the cakes or the cookies or the brownies. He’s here for you. No one comes in that often for some baked goods.”
Have you seen the way he looks at you? Yes. You had. Just briefly, though, when his hat had lifted enough for the light to pass over his eyes. The corners were crinkled, clearly smiling under the mask. You’d thought he looked so pretty, even if you couldn’t truly see his face.
You knew him as Yeonnie. That’s the name he had requested the first few times he came into the bakery. He didn’t give you a full name, and you joked that what he gave you sounded like something you’d name your dog. He’d laughed, and when he did it had been like the air was punched out of you. It was such a beautiful sound, and somewhere deep in your mind, you had vowed to make him laugh every time you saw him.
Then he was showing up every day, asking about what didn’t sell very much that day. Every day he would buy them all. And every day, you cracked a joke that had you hearing that gorgeous laugh of his.
Never, however, had he called you anything but your name. Maybe you cared a bit too much about what he thought of you. Maybe you cared a little bit too much about the smudges of frosting on your face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair that clung to your hair after being in the kitchen all morning and afternoon, preparing for the next day’s pastries.
Never had you hidden from a man you loved, even if he didn’t quite know it yet.
~
“So,” Sangyeon leans against the counter, watching you get his drink ready. “Anything exciting happen today?” His hands are shaking, but he hides it by drumming his fingers against the counter. You’d been quieter than usual, ducking your head whenever he looked at you.
Now he was worried that he made you uncomfortable.
“Not really,” you shrug, cupping your hand around the rim of the go-cup to prevent too much splashing as you add a bit more ice. “It was kinda busy, but it was bearable.”
“That’s good,” Sangyeon nods, tugging his mask further up his face. He peers around you, squinting as he searches for Hyejin through the window on the kitchen door. “Where’s Hyejin today?” You shrug.
“I sent her home early. We slowed down a lot about an hour ago and I had already gotten a lot of things done so I told her to head home.”
“So you’re here alone?” Sangyeon frowns. “That can’t be safe.”
“I mean…” you run your tongue over your lips, “I dunno. I do it all the time.”
“You shouldn’t.” Sangyeon frowns, “This is a big city, what if something happened to you?”
“You saying you’re worried about me, Yeonnie?” You lean toward him, your lips twitching up.
“Sangyeon.” He blurts his name out before he can stop it. You blink, your eyebrows knitting together.
“What?”
“My…my name.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Sangyeon. Not Yeonnie.”
You nod, frowning.
“Why didn’t you just tell me your name in the first place?” He inhales, shaking his head.
“It isn’t that simple, cupcake.”
“Why not?” You drum your fingers on the marble countertop. “It seems pretty simple to me. I ask for the name of the order, and you say ‘Sangyeon.’ Easy peasy.”
Sangyeon can’t help but laugh. He can’t help the disbelief at how calm you are. Sure, the reveal of his actual name isn’t that big of a deal. Maybe you thought he was just uncomfortable around people. A bit socially awkward.
The smile returns to your lips.
“Can I ask something?” He nods, leaning on the counter to look you in the eye. The hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see that little crinkle that you’d been longing to see up close since the first day you met him. “Why do you wear this…” you wave your hand at him. “This little get-up?”
He falls quiet, and for a moment you think you’ve made him uncomfortable.
“I…I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I don’t- I didn’t mean-”
“Don’t apologize.” He cuts you off, and your mouth shuts. “I just…I didn’t want your opinion of me to…to change. If you saw my face, that is.”
“If I saw your face,” you echo. “What, are you famous or something? Oooh, are you an idol?”
Boom, right on the money.
You can see the emotions in his eyes. The fear, the shock, the confusion, the nerves. You can see his hands clenching around his coffee. A pit forms in your stomach, growing larger and larger as he shuffles back. Toward the door.
Away from you.
“Sangyeon…” you speak slowly when you circle the counter. “Are you…”
“I have to go,” he spits out. “I’m s- I just…I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m just-” his breathing is shaking, and he back into the wall. Sangyeon stumbles, whipping around and shoving through the door before you can say another word.
And after all that…you couldn’t even give him the cake you’d planned on giving him for his birthday.
~
Sangyeon is pacing. His footsteps are quiet, muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. His hair is in disarray from hours of tugging at the strands.
Kevin is sitting on his leader’s bed, eyes drooping and his head resting on one of his hands.
“Dude,” Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose. “You do know that she probably thinks she messed up somehow, right?”
“God, I just keep making things worse.” Sangyeon groans loudly, kicking away one of the shirts lying on the floor.
“I love that I get to sit back and watch you ruin your love life before it begins.” Kevin stretches his arms above his head, his eyes squeezing shut and a yawn fighting to leave his mouth.
“Gee, thanks Kev.” Sangyeon scowls, throwing his body face-down onto the mattress. Kevin shifts to the side, patting the older man’s shoulder.
“I’m just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t have reacted like you did. What happened to being in love with her? Did you really think she would expose you for being an idol?”
A tough question. Sangyeon would like to say that the answer to that question is yes. He would love to trust you with his whole being, with every fiber in his body, but he’s been burned before. He’s been burned, and he doesn’t want it to happen again.
“I just…I got scared, I think.” Sangyeon’s hands fold under his cheek, his voice slightly muffled. “I just got so scared because I care about her so much, but what if…what if she isn’t…” his voice trails off.
“She isn’t like Nabi.” Kevin frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That she was like Nabi?”
“I…I think so.”
Another pregnant pause between the two of them.
“Here’s what you’re going to do. And this time you are going to listen to me and you are going to follow every bit of my instructions no matter what happens. You are going to do this tomorrow. You aren’t going to let this simmer. You are going to go there tomorrow night, you’re going to apologize, you’re going to confess, and you’re gonna have amazing sex, badabing badaboom, we get our free pastries.”
“There’s no way you’re just helping me because you want free baked goods.” Sangyeon clicks his tongue, rolling onto his back. Kevin scoffs.
“Who do you think I am, Juyeon? No, I’m helping you because we need you to get laid and fucking relax.”
“Somehow that’s even worse.”
“Yeah, well you’ve been up our asses with this next comeback on the rise. Now are you gonna listen to me or are you gonna fuck up again and make us all miserable with your moping?”
Sangyeon bites his tongue, fighting back a retort. “I’ll listen.”
~
“What are you doing here?”
Sangyeon practically cowers under the weight of Hyejin’s gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips drawn into a thin line. He’s abandoned the mask and the hat. The only thing shielding him now is the hood of his sweatshirt.
“I need to talk to Y/N.”
Hyejin snorts. “You think she wants to talk to you after what you did?”
Regret boils inside of him, and he digs the nail of his thumb into his pointer finger.
“Please, Hyejin. I just- I just need to talk to her.” He watches the college student think. Watches her consider her options.
“Wait here. I’ll go see if she wants to talk to you.”
“Thank you, Hyejin. God, thank you-”
“Don’t thank me,” she snaps. “I’m not doing this for you, so don’t thank me.”
~
You’re in the back, listening to the conversation just outside the door. Your hands tug at the edge of your apron, your eyebrows knitting together.
“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyejin is careful to speak only when the door has stopped swinging, her voice hushed and her hand resting on your arm. “I won’t force you to go out there, and I can stay longer if you don’t want to be alone.”
You smile, placing your hand over hers. For the shit you two give each other, she’s one of the few people you can rely on.
“It’s fine, Hyejin. You can go home.”
“You sure?”
No. “Positive.”
~
It’s dark in the bakery. The blinds have been drawn shut, the door locked and most of the lights turned off. Sangyeon stares at the box you place on the table in front of him. Your eyes are trained on the ground, your teeth digging into the plush flesh of your lip.
“What- what did you make tonight?” His voice cracks, and he grimaces while clearing his throat. What a great start, dumbass.
“A cake.” The statement is cold, and he gnaws on his lip. “For you.”
“For me?” He echoes, tugging it closer to his side of the table. You place your hand on top of the box, pulling it back toward you. He drops his hands back to his sides.
“Not right now. Not until you explain what the hell happened last night.”
“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. You flinch, your body curling in on itself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“Why did you run off?” Your voice is quieter than he’d ever heard it, and he has to strain to pick up the words you’ve said. “Why…why did you leave?”
“I don’t- I swear it isn’t your fault, cupcake.” Another flinch, and he snaps his mouth shut.
“Then why did you run?” You lift your eyes, and he can see the tears waiting to fall. He can see you fighting to keep them at bay, to keep calm.
“I…” Sangyeon sighs. “It’s a long story. One that…that I didn’t really want to have to tell you. Not yet, at least. Not like this.”
“You don’t trust me, do you?” Your voice shakes, and Sangyeon shakes his head, one of his hands reaching forward to touch your own. He hesitates, his hand partway across the table before he decides against touching you. “It’s okay if you don’t. I get it. Fans are…they’re crazy these days, I know.” You try to laugh, but you break off into sniffles.
“I trust you, Y/N,” Sangyeon protests. “I really trust you. I ran off because…because I didn’t want this to end like the last time I trusted someone.” He drags a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “My last relationship was rough. I thought I could trust her, and she…she betrayed me. So because of that, I was scared.”
“Of what?” You press. “Letting go of the past? Loving me?”
“Yes!” He exclaims, erupting from his seat and running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts. All I ever want to do is hold you, and kiss you, and- and-” he shakes his head, and you rise from your seat. “It drives me crazy because you make me so happy to see you excited to give me things that I don’t even like but I take anyway because I just love you so fucking much. And- and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for so long but I just- I couldn’t-”
His lips are soft, you think when you kiss him. They’re soft, although slightly chapped. He’s frozen in place, his hands hanging in mid-air on either side of your body. He remains like that and you pull back, afraid that you misinterpreted everything.
He doesn’t let you get very far, his arms wrapping around your midsection and yanking you back into him.
~
It’s so soft, the way he kisses you. Sangyeon doesn’t move too fast, cautious and hyperaware of everything around the two of you. His hands have untied the apron around your waist, tossing it somewhere amongst the tables and he’s placed you up on the counter. His hands are all over you: moving up and down your back, caressing your cheeks, squeezing at your hips, running over the tops of your thighs and through the strands of hair that he’s tugged out of the claw clip.
His tongue is in your mouth, but he’s not using any force. Sangyeon lets you take the reins, set the pace. Whatever you want, he’ll give you. He’s yours. He lets your tongue prod at his own, lets you suckle at the wet muscle to your content. Your body is shaking against his own, and a smile crosses over his lips.
Sangyeon pulls his mouth from yours, his smile widening when you whine and chase his lips. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place. “You’re shaking, cupcake.”
“Want you so bad, Yeonnie.” You reach for him again, your lips just grazing his before he pulls back.
“What do you want?” One of his hands drags along your leg, running higher, and higher, and-
“Want you to eat me out.”
Sangyeon’s eyes go wide. So maybe he’d just been teasing you, but he hadn’t expected his sweet little baker to be so bold.
Your hand pushes against his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. There’s a dazed look in his eyes as he watches you unbutton your blouse. The delicate fabric slides down your shoulders, and Sangyeon swears that he’s drooling over you. The shape of your breasts in the orange glow of the fairy lights, the steady rise and fall of your chest while you breathe.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and your cheeks grow warm. He reaches for you, but hesitates and puts his hand down again. You watch as he drops to his knees, practically crawling to you, and you can feel your panties dampening from the action. There’s a warm feeling in your gut, one you haven’t felt in a long time. His hands are quick to undo the button of your jeans, and he watches you as he tugs the zipper down. You’re leaning back on the counter, eyes struggling to stay open and on him. One of your lips is tucked between your teeth, red and puffy from you chewing on it.
Sangyeon drags your jeans and panties down in on harsh tug, and he helps you lift your legs to step out of them. Your legs are soft, he notes to himself. He leans forward, his lips touching the soft skin gently. You flinch, and he pulls away.
“Why-” your voice trembles. “Why’d you stop?”
“You flinched,” he shrugs. “I will only do what you want me to, cupcake. The second you show discomfort, I stop until you tell me to continue or to leave. I’m yours. Whatever you want is what I want. But right now, I really want to drown in this sweet pussy of yours.” He doesn’t move though, his cheek resting against the inside of your knee and his eyes are lidded with lust. “I’m not doing anything until you say so, cupcake.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, and a nod of your head has Sangyeon practically moaning as he pulls himself closer to your core.
“Fuck, cupcake, you’re dripping f’ me.” He coos, gauging your reactions as he prods at your entrance with the tips of his calloused fingers. You whine, trying to squeeze your legs shut, but his broad shoulders keep them open while he plays with your sopping pussy. His thumbs spread you open, and he watches you clench around nothing.
“Hurry up, Sangyeon,” he grins at the desperation in your voice.
“So needy,” he hums. You click your tongue and one of your hands laces in the soft strands of his hair. Your grip tightens, and he whines when you yank him closer to you.’
“Well,” you hide the way your voice shakes when you feel his breath right up against you. “I need a bit of a taste tester, you know? Need to know if she’s sweet enough- oh fuck-”
His mouth against you before you can finish your statement. His mouth is wide open, his tongue swiping along your folds, dipping inside of you and just grazing your clit, knowing full well that’s where you need him the most. Your hand is still in his hair, but your grip has gone slack. Your jaw hangs open, your head tipped back, and Sangyeon can feel him growing harder just at the taste of you in his mouth.
His eyes drift shut, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. His neck has tipped back at an awkward angle, one that he knows is going to hurt later, but right now? With your pussy dripping against his face and the pretty little moans and whines you release? Sangyeon couldn’t care less. He's enraptured by you. He's obsessed with your taste, and he knows that even if he doesn't like sweets, he'd make an exception just for you.
“Sangyeon,” you’re breathless, pitch raising as he sucks at your clit, laving over it with his tongue. “Sangyeon, please.”
“Please what, cupcake?” His voice is muffled, not even bothering to pull away from you, and the vibrations of his voice have your back arching. “What do you need?”
“Need you inside of me,” you whine. “Please, please I need you so bad. Been waiting for so long. Haven’t you been waiting for me?”
You’re a seductress, Sangyeon decides. A succubus. Sent here to torment him. To get him drunk on you, so much so that he’ll never want to leave. So much so that he’d sell his soul just to get a taste of your nectar one more time.
“Have to make you cum, cupcake,” he denies your pretty little begs. “Wanna make you cum, just once before I fuck you. Please? Please let me make you cum?” His eyes are glowing in the light of the bakery, and you let out a high-pitched whine. He doesn’t wait for your response this time. He drowns himself in your pussy, tongue reaching inside of you for as much of your arousal as he can get. He sucks harshly on your clit, teeth grazing it and drawing loud cries from your lips.
Your legs tremble. A knot is growing in the pit of your stomach. Your body jerks.
“Oh, fuck, Sangyeon-” Your cry trails off into a loud whine, your orgasm washing over you like a wildfire. Sangyeon drinks you up like he’s been in a desert for a week without water, moaning just as loud as you. Getting drunk on the feeling of your thighs shaking around his head, overstimulating you as you come down from your high.
He doesn’t pull away until you physically kick him away from you. His face is drenched in your juices, his eyes glazed with need, and you have a sneaking suspicion that if you asked, he would crawl over and drag another orgasm out of you in no time at all.
But you don’t ask. You need him inside of you so desperately that now you’re the one crawling to him. He’s still fully dressed as you perch your body over his, your core pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. His hands are tight on your hips, and he watches as you tug his sweatshirt up his body.
“Did you plan for this to happen?” You smirk when you find bare skin under the soft hoodie. Bare, golden, skin, with toned abs like no other. Fuck maybe you were gonna get drunk on him.
He grins at you. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” You click your tongue and slide off of him to sit on the counter. He sits up, eyebrows knit together as you swing your legs and smile at him.
“Planned or not,” you hum, “you should probably fuck me before I change my mind and eat that birthday cake on my own.” Sangyeon scoffs, but he’s pulling his pants down his legs and walking over to you without another word.
You, on the other hand, are taken completely aback. He’s big. Like…big in both length and girth. You wonder if you’d be able to wrap your hand around it, but you don’t get the time to think about it before Sangyeon is in front of you, tearing open a foil packet and rolling the condom onto his cock.
“Is it gonna fit, do you think?” You reach your hand forward, wrapping your hand around it. You were right.
Sangyeon hisses at the contact of your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”
You smile, your legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to you. Your hand is still on him, guiding him to your entrance. You both hiss at the initial push into you. It stings, the stretch more than you’ve had in quite a while.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Sangyeon grips your thighs tightly, his fingers holding you so tightly that you swear there will be bruises after this. You whine, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
His arms slide up, holding you close to him as he continues to press inside of you. Sangyeon whispers words of comfort into your ear. He pauses whenever you whine in discomfort, hushing you as he continues to push into you. He bites his tongue every time your pussy clenches around him, muffling the groans that threaten to escape.
You, on the other hand, are moaning shamelessly despite the discomfort. You can feel him everywhere, touching every inch of you and just kissing that sweet spot inside of you. Every time he pushes further into you, once the sting passes, the pleasure is quick to replace it. It overpowers every other emotion inside of you. Your legs wrap tighter around him, forcing those last few inches into you until his hips are pressed tightly against your own and his breathing grows shaky again. You clench around him, and his body jerks.
“Little tease,” he practically growls. “Clenching around me like you want me to cum too fast.” You laugh, but it cuts into a moan when he pulls out a few inches and shoves himself back in. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair and pulling lightly. "Feels so good, Yeonnie.”
“Weren’t you the one that said that was a dog's name?” He moves slowly against you, and at first, you don’t respond, your lips attached to his shoulder and sucking dark marks into the skin. “Cupcake, careful with the marks.” Sangyeon pinches the skin of your thigh and you whine.
“Stop complaining and just fuck me already,” you plead. Sangyeon smiles.
“Whatever you say, cupcake.” You can’t get another word out. Sangyeon pushes you onto your back, barely giving you time to adjust to how he feels in this new position before he’s thrusting harshly inside of you.
He’s harsh with his pace, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs, forcing out moans and cries and begs for him to go faster, harder, right there oh god right there Sangyeon. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, giving you the same treatment he’d just scolded you for, listening to everything you say and every sound you make as he does. The sound of his hips slapping against yours is so loud and he can feel your arousal dripping down your pretty cunt and allowing him to go faster, to fuck you harder.
Then he sees it. It’s faint, but when he looks down at you he can see the outline of his cock pressing against your stomach. His pace stutters, and you whine when he slows down.
“Cupcake, look at you.” He coos, grabbing the hand that’s in his hair and bringing it down to your stomach. You raise your head, eyes fluttering when he thrusts again but you can feel the bulge against your stomach. You force your eyes to stay open the next time he thrusts into you, whining when you see it. “So fucking pretty, baby. So fucking pretty, and so small that my cock is pressing against your tummy, wanting to get out, hm?” You whine again, raising your hips to meet every thrust.
He’s getting close. He can feel it. Every thrust, every clench, every whine. It’s all drawing him closer and closer to the edge, and he knows you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. He knows that you’re getting close again, he can feel the way your walls are fluttering around him rather than persistently clenching.
“Are you close baby?” His hand comes up to rest next to your head, and you whine.
“So close, Yeonnie. Please I’m so close-” Your hips stutter against him, and the knot in your stomach goes tight.
Sangyeon swears he goes blind for a moment with how hard his eyes roll back. His body shakes against yours, his cum filling the condom to the brim. Your back arches, your chests brushing together and he wraps one hand around your back, pressing against your shoulder blades to hold you close to him while the two of you ride out your highs. Both of you are panting, your bodies slick with sweat, and you can only imagine what anyone walking outside is thinking-
“Oh my god, we just fucked in my bakery.” You sit upright, your head knocking against Sangyeon’s in the process. He snorts, rubbing where you just hit him.
“You’re realizing this now?” You smack his arm, and he laughs, pulling away from you. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes, quietly cleaning up and getting dressed. Well…Sangyeon gets dressed. You’re stuck on the counter, your legs proving to be useless now. Sangyeon smiles at this, grabbing your clothes for you and helping you tug your jeans on.
“We’re not fucking in here again.” He quirks an eyebrow.
“So what you’re saying is my car is next?” You punch his arm again, but he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”
“Are you though?”
“...”
“Lee Sangyeon!” He laughs again, taking you by the hand to keep you steady on your feet. The two of you stand there for a few minutes, in the middle of your bakery with the orange glow of the fairy lights.
“Did you mean what you said?” You ask, letting him lead you back to the table you’d left the cake on.
“About what?” Sangyeon peers at you, his head tilted.
“About not liking sweets.” Your cheeks are warm. It’s a silly question, but it had bugged you. Sangyeon smiles, ducking his head.
“Yeah… I was really just here for the coffee.”
“Then…Why did you take what I gave you?” You pout. “If I had known you didn’t like that stuff, I would’ve given you something else!”
“Because I like how happy you sounded when I told you the recipes you were trying tasted fantastic.” He says simply. “I would hate if I said or did anything that made you upset.”
“But you…” you purse your lips. “Then why did you run away? I know that you said someone had…betrayed you before…but did you really think I would do that to you?”
Sangyeon sighs.
“I didn’t know. Obviously, I trusted you- I trust you. But…somewhere inside of me I just couldn’t help but be a bit too cautious. I couldn’t stop myself from being afraid that this would turn out just like that relationship did, you know?” You nod, drumming your fingers on the table. “Can I see the cake you made me now?”
“After all that, you wanna see the cake now?” You scoff and he grins at you, tugging the box toward him. “Whatever. It’s nothing special anyway.”
“Anything you make me is special.” He argues, flipping open the lid of the box. He gasps.
“Do you like it?” Sangyeon doesn’t respond. You get nervous. “Yeonnie?”
“Oh, you want me sooooo bad.”
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