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#lee sangyeon imagines
itsbeeble · 3 months
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"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION
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SUMMARY: The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?
GENRE: smut, fluff, angst
PAIRING: Lee Sangyeon x afab!reader
WC: 7.6k
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: the enemies to we fuckin genre makes a return, mentions of alcohol, eric is a cockblock FR, cops are called oops, making out ig, HEAVY marking but it's more biting each other than anything else, mentions of bets, insults (sexual and non sexual), degredation kinda, choking kinda, hairpulling, overstimulation, face fucking, hate sex, begging, Sangyeon is mean in this oops, idk there's like 3.5k words of smut in here, Sangyeon is really possessive, brat!reader x brattamer!sangyeon, unprotected sex, this is actually kinda nasty i'm so sorry yall
A/N: um...anywayyyyy....i didn't expect to write this much for Sangyeon's fic but uhhh yeah. I hope y'all enjoy whatever...this....is
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“Killer party,” your painted red lips are curled into a sly smirk, your phone dangling in your hand. Sangyeon’s eyes narrow at you, his arms crossed over his chest while he towers over you. Flashing red and blue lights surround the TBZ house, and most partygoers have scattered and disappeared into the night. He vaguely remembers seeing Sunwoo and his girlfriend taking off in his Toyota Corolla, Haknyeon getting dragged off by some girl he can’t be bothered to remember the name of. 
Of course, it was you who called the cops on him. It’s always you, ever since the two of you started the stupid bet at the beginning of the semester.
“It was,” he agrees, not wanting you to know he’s agitated. “It’ll be good for your sorority, no?”
Juyeon stands across the road from him, near the door of the frat house, chatting with a few officers. The other boys are scattered across the lawn, some watching Sangyeon’s interaction and some talking with each other. 
“Mhm, thanks for bringing us some guests, Sangie.” you chirp, spinning on your heel and beginning to walk to the street to your sleek black car. Your hips sway as you walk, your skirt rising up just a little bit and Sangyeon forces himself to look at the back of your head. He knows you’re doing that on purpose. You always do, ever since you started this rivalry. 
Keyword: you.
You were the one who almost ran him over on his first day of freshman year at IST University, yelling at him to get out of your way, that you were going to be late because he was a stupid frat boy who could never do anything right. Being hot doesn’t get you everywhere in life. It's ironic, isn’t it, considering that was how you’d been getting everything since that day.
You were the one who blew up at him at the very first frat party he’d ever hosted as a sophomore, claiming that he purposefully picked that night to host his frat’s biggest party ever. The same night that you were supposed to host your own party. You claimed he did it on purpose, to get back at you for freshman year.
It was you who’d started the bet in the first place. You who got so fed up with his know-it-all attitude, looking down at you all the time with that damn smirk of his. He thought he was everything— the king of the world. 
“Too bad the cops got called on you,” he calls out. His voice echoes in the area, over the distant whooping of college boys and the sound of police chatter and doors shutting. You whip around, stomping back over to him. The cop cars are beginning to pull away upon seeing a list of guests— all of whom were over 21. Sangyeon had been prepared for this, knew you would try something like this. 
“What did you just say?” You hiss out. Sangyeon can practically see the steam rolling out of your ears and cracks a grin.
“You didn’t hear?” Your eyebrows are knit together, and Sangyeon watches the blue and red lights flicker in your eyes. 
“Hear what, Lee Sangyeon?” you get closer to him, and he can smell the cheap perfume you wear every day. 
“Someone at your party narced as well. I heard it’s being shut down as we speak.” 
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“I don’t understand why you two hate each other so much,” Saebyeol picks at the corner of one of her textbook pages, watching you type an angry message to the frat president you claimed to hate so much. For the life of her, Saebyeol couldn’t figure out why you always seemed to be texting him. 
“It’s complicated,” you tell her and she rolls her eyes.
“Clearly.”
Your phone hits the mattress and you turn your scowl to her. She’s smart enough to not look at you, knowing better than to push your buttons too much. 
Everyone knew this. Everyone in your sorority, everyone in the TBZ frat, everyone who you shared classes with. You were the class pet, but you knew exactly how to get what you wanted from anyone and everyone you wanted. Some people called you a raging bitch, some called you a spitfire, and some admired you for not being afraid. 
Lee Sangyeon, though? He did none of those things and you hated him for it. You hated that he didn’t give you the time of day after nearly running him over, claiming that it was no big deal. Even from day one, you already held the firm belief that you were hot shit and you needed everyone to know that. Sangyeon gave you no response to…anything, really. You mocked him in classes, argued with him every chance you got, even called the fucking cops on his party but nothing got his attention. Nothing got you what you wanted. He hardly spared you a glance, always having an alternate solution to any problems you created for him. He would just send you that seductive smirk of his and—
Wait, no. 
Not seductive. 
Annoying. Yes. That annoyingly sexy stupid smirk of his. 
“Y/N.” Saebyeol snaps her fingers in front of your face and huffs at the dazed look in your eyes. “Thinking about your mortal enemy again?”
“Why would I be thinking of him?” You knit your eyebrows together and Saebyeol stares blankly for a moment.
“You’re— you’re kidding, right?” Saebyeol slides her textbook off her lap and scoots toward you on your bed. “Like, this is a joke?”
“Why would I be joking about this?” You fold your arms over your chest and your sorority sister huffs. 
“Y/N, my sweet sweet Y/N, you have done nothing but talk about Lee Sangyeon since day one of our college career,” Saebyeol says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s always Sangyeon this, Sangyeon that, Sangyeon did blah blah blah today and ugh I wanna slap that stupid smirk off his face.” She raises the pitch in her voice, openly mocking you and you can feel your cheeks beginning to heat up with embarrassment and frustration. 
“I do not sound like that. And I don’t always talk about him!”
“If you hadn’t told me so often that you hate his guts, I would think you want him to fuck you sideways into next Wednesday. In fact,” Saebyeol grins at you, “I think you really do want him to fuck you like that.” 
Now your cheeks are on fire, blazing red so bright that she can see it even behind the curtain of your hair. 
“I do not!” You practically shriek, but your sorority sister continues. 
“I’ve heard that he’s really good, just like all the other TBZ boys,” she sighs dramatically as if swooning over him. “Really big, too.” 
Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind is suddenly stuck on the image of him drilling into you for hours and hours. Until the sun comes up until you can’t feel your legs and you’re dripping a mix of his and your cum. 
“I don’t need to hear this right now,” you wave Saebyeol away. She purses her lips. “Get out, scram.”
“Alright,” she concedes, raising her hands in defense. “Don’t come crying to me when we have to attend his party and you guys end up fucking all night.” 
Your head snaps up.
“What do you mean we have to attend his party?” A wicked grin appears on Saebyeol’s face.
“Didn’t you hear? We lost the bet.”
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Sangyeon doesn’t expect to hear your shriek of his name and to see you barreling down the hall at 8AM on a Monday, steam once again pouring out of your ears. He doesn’t expect you to grab him by the collar of his shirt and half-drag-half-walk him into the nearest empty classroom and slam the door shut, shoving him against the wall immediately after. He won’t deny that he finds this side of you attractive, especially when you press up against him. 
“How did you do it,” you practically spit out. He arches one of his perfect eyebrows, a playful grin on his lips. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, princess.” A lie. Of course, Sangyeon knows what you’re talking about. It’s all his brothers had been raving about since the party that got shut down. 
“Don’t fucking call me that.” Your eyes are narrowed, but Sangyeon swears he sees another emotion in them. No, he tells himself, it couldn’t be. You would never. 
“Why not? Isn’t that what you are?” He sees it. The most subtle weight shift, the tiniest press of your thighs together. The shaky breath that you try to keep steady, but he knows you. Four years of debates, competitions, and arguments and he had never once seen your breathing unsteady. Wavered from lack of air, sure. He’d seen that one plenty of times. 
Unsteady, however? That was a whole different ball game that he could use to his advantage. 
Had you asked any of the Tau Beta Zeta boys or any student at IST Uni, they would tell you that this competition, this rivalry that you so vehemently claimed existed was entirely one-sided. Anyone could tell you that Sangyeon was just entertaining you, using it as a way to stay close to you in hopes that one day you would cave for him. 
Not for him to win. No, he couldn’t care less about winning (you’d never guess it from his winning streak). He cares about you. He’d wanted you desperately since day one, but he knew you hated everything about him. 
Or, at least, so you told everyone around you.
“I’m not,” you try to sound angry, to keep your voice rough, but every word that spills out of your mouth comes out in a whine that takes Sangyeon’s breath away. “Don’t call me that!”
“Are you sure?” He takes a step forward, and you’re forced to back up until he has you pressed against one of the rows of tables. “You don’t really seem to be putting up too much of a fight about that do you, princess?”
Your breathing hitches and Sangyeon cages you in with an arm on either side of the table behind you. His eyes bore into yours, and you catch the brief swipe of his tongue across his lip. Your eyes flick down, and then back up, and then Sangyeon’s lips are on yours. 
They’re softer than you thought they’d be (not that you’d thought about it). They’re soft, but he presses them against you with such fervor that you feel like the shape of them would be scorched into your skin. You try to keep pace with him, but his hand is in your hair, yanking on the strands to tilt your head back and you find yourself lost in a daze of pleasure. Sangyeon pulls back for just a few moments when your body shudders against his, a whimper forcing its way out of you. 
“You like that, don’t you?” He yanks on the strands again, your jaw dropping open and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “You dirty bitch.” His lips attach to the skin of your cheek, your jaw, your neck. You lift yourself onto the table, your hands all over him. You put them under his shirt, scraping at his back as he sucks dark marks into your skin that you know will take too much product to cover up. Your nails scrape at his back, digging into the muscles that you know good and well he’d worked hard for. The image of him in the gym, sweat dripping from his shirtless body presses to the front of your mind and you find yourself pushing the fabric up his torso.
Sangyeon doesn’t let you get a good look at his body, however. His hands come down on you, forcing you to lay back on the table. He drags you toward him, your hips sliding against his while he hovers over you. 
“So quiet now,” he hums. “What happened to that mouthy little princess from earlier?” 
“Shut the fuck up,” you hiss, and to your complete surprise, he listens.
In your lust-filled daze, you reach your body up, connecting your spit-slicked lips once more. Sangyeon groans quietly, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him. Your back is arched, your neck pressed into an awkward angle but you don’t seem to care. Not when he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth with so much desperation you would think this was his last day to live. 
He raises you back up into a sitting position but finds that that isn’t quite enough for him and slides his hands under your butt to haul you off the table, walking twenty feet to press you against the wall instead. 
Your lips detach from his, slipping down to his neck to lick and suck and bite at the skin there. You aren’t gentle with each other, not now. Four years of pent-up…anger? Frustration? Hate? Sangyeon isn’t quite sure what to call it, and frankly neither are you, but it fuels the kisses you’re giving each other. It fuels him every time he changes your position. It fuels to grinding of his hips into yours and forcing little whines out of you. Your core pulses every time his bulge slides against you, and you swear you would let him kiss you like this for hours—
The door slams shut, and Sangyeon practically drops you to the ground. A boy is standing there, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open as he stares at you and Sangyeon.
“Um,” the boy starts to speak but Sangyeon cuts him off, his eyes still boring into yours.
“Get the hell out, Eric.” The boy— Eric nods dumbly, starting for the door but you stop him. You’re suddenly all too aware of the position you were just in, of what exactly you just did and a numb feeling fills your stomach.
“It’s fine,” your voice is hoarse and Sangyeon turns his eyes back to you. They’re screaming at you, those eyes of his. Screaming at you to stay, to talk. “I’ve gotta go anyway.”
“Y/N—” Sangyeon starts but you cut him off. 
“Don’t.” Your voice shakes and so does your hand as you push him away from you. His face contorts for a moment, but you turn your back on him before anything else can be said. “Just…just stay away from me, Lee Sangyeon.”
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You wish the bet had never happened. You wish that Lee Sangyeon didn’t make an appearance in your life. 
You wish that he would stop staring at you as you help decorate his frat house. Which, by the way, isn’t as gross as you had imagined it to be. That’s not the point, though.
The point is that you’ve felt his eyes on you the entire time you’ve been there. You felt his eyes on you whenever you stopped to talk with one of the boys in the house, ask where something should go or what alcohol they want. 
“Sangyeon can’t take his eyes off you,” Hyunjae comments as you pass by with one of the last boxes. You freeze where you stand, your cheeks immediately beginning to flush a deep shade of scarlet. “Any idea why, Miss President?”
“No idea.” You tell him, but the nerves seep into your every word and you can’t help but wonder if you’d covered the marks on your neck well enough. You wondered if the scratches you’d dug into Sangyeon’s skin had been revealed to his brothers or if Eric had snitched. You doubt that he had, though, based on the glares that Sangyeon shoots toward him and the way he ducks his head and scurries off to do something far away from the two of you.
“I don’t think that’s true,” Hyunjae sing-songs and you roll your eyes. “You wanna know what I think?”
“Not really.”
“I think that you finally let loose a little bit and things got a little…frisky.” Hyunjae taps the side of his neck and your breathing hitches. So you didn’t cover them entirely. Shit.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask what you thought, then, right?” He grins at your statement and steps to the side so you can shove past him. 
“Hit it right on the nose, didn’t I?” He trails after you with his hands shoved into his pockets.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lee Hyunjae.” You tell him over your shoulder. “And stop following me around.”
“Why would I do that?” he counters. “It’s getting on Sangyeon’s nerves. Isn’t that what you wanted?” 
Isn’t it? Honestly, you weren’t so sure anymore. You could still feel his lips on yours, feel the way he burned the imprint of his lips into the column of your throat, feel the size of him as he ground his hips into you. 
“Usually, yes.” You smile, but it might be more of a grimace at this point. “I tend to get on his nerves.” 
Saebyeol eyes you from ten feet away, watching the way Hyunjae practically corners you in this conversation. You can see the curiosity burning in her gaze, but then your eyes turn to Sangyeon, and a swirl of heat pools in your gut. He looks pissed, but you can’t figure out why. What could he possibly be pissed about?
“I have a few ways we can piss him off,” Hyunjae leans toward you, and suddenly he’s being yanked back with a yelp. “What— dude what the fuck?” 
Sangyeon just scoffs. 
“Stay away from her, Hyunjae.” He says with a little sneer. The heat in your stomach is replaced with an uneasy churning. 
“I was just talking to her!” The younger man protests, but you can see the glint in his eyes. He’s enjoying every second of this confrontation. “Right, Y/N?”
“Didn’t particularly look like she was enjoying your conversation,” Sangyeon shrugs. 
“And you’d know that really well, wouldn’t you?”
You aren’t sure why you chose that moment to step in, but the way Sangyeon flinches at your statement makes you want to backtrack. For the first time in your life, you’re beginning to regret some of the things you’ve said to Sangyeon. 
For the first time in your life, when Sangyeon starts to walk away from you, you want to run after him. To apologize. To grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness. 
You don’t. Instead, like always, you watch him walk away from you with a distraught look on your face. 
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“I can’t believe you’re willingly going to talk to him,” Saebyeol practically yells into your ear over the loud music. The party is loud. So loud, and packed with more people than you’d ever seen at KAT or TBZ parties. It very nearly deafens you, but tonight you’re on a mission. 
“What can I say,” you shrug. “It bothers me when he’s the one walking away ticked off. Plus, I need to have the last word without the emotional guilt” 
Sabyeol laughs loudly before tipping her cup back to empty the contents into her mouth. You’d wager that the contents are terrible considering that the “bartenders” of the night are Chanmi and Hayoung from your sorority. Those two are notorious for never being allowed on bartending duty at your parties after the Hennessy Incident of 2021. You’d been more than happy to let them bartend for this party, however, knowing that they’d make everyone so fucked up that it would be easy for you to convince them they never saw you and Sangyeon together. 
“You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the way you came back to the house the other day looking like someone tried to eat you?” Saebyeol smirks and you scoff. 
“So everyone knows, then?”
“That you and Sangyeon made out in an empty classroom?” You nod. “Yeah. Eric told everybody.”
“Fantastic.” For a moment, you see sympathy on your sorority sister’s face. 
“Y/N, I promise you that wanting him is not as bad as you think. If it makes you feel better, one look at you and he’ll be crawling on the ground begging for just a taste.”
“It’s not even that, though!” You say and grimace at the last part of her statement, but she’s not listening. She’s focused on something behind you, her eyes practically bugging out of her head. “What? What are you staring at?” 
“I— turn—” she cuts herself off, grabbing you and whipping you around. She uses her other hand to grab your chin and point you exactly where she wants you to look and your stomach drops. 
“Holy shit.” 
Lee Sangyeon, in all his glory, is walking toward you with a determined look. And you…you feel that arousal from a few days ago coming back when you see him. It’s not as if he’s dressed in an overwhelmingly attractive way. A white baseball cap that shields his eyes, a black tank top with an unzipped leopard-print jacket over it, and some dark jeans paired with those old Converse of his. A chain that you’d never seen before (not that you’d been paying attention, that is) glittered under the lights that you had set up earlier that day. 
When he finally stops in front of you, every word that you’d planned on saying to him is swept out of your brain. 
“Y/N.” He says, and you half expect him to whip out that stupid smirk. Saebyeol pats you on the shoulder and slips away from you, pushing her way through the party to find someone to talk to. 
“Sangyeon,” you keep your voice curt and do your damn best to keep your gaze anywhere except on his eyes. 
“I think it’s time we had a little chat, don’t you?” you quirk an eyebrow.
“Do you now?” 
“Mhm.”
“And what would we possibly have to talk about?” You ask, already knowing the answer he’s going to give you. He laughs airily, taking a brief glance around the room before he reaches for you. You do your best to not flinch or react in any way when he pushes a strand of hair back over your shoulder. 
Unfortunately, you can’t stop the whine that bubbles out of you when he tightens his hand in your hair and yanks your face toward his. You mentally curse yourself for being into something like this, knowing that he’ll never let you hear the end of it if this goes too far. 
Sangyeon lowers his lips to your ear, speaking at a level that only you can hear over the noise surrounding you. 
“You know exactly what we need to talk about, pretty girl.”
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“Always got so much to say,” Sangyeon slams your body against the wall of what you assume is his bedroom as soon as the lock clicks into place. Your breathing is already wavered, your hands shaking as you clutch at his shirt, laving over the skin of his neck with your tongue and biting harshly to the point that you nearly draw blood. “Always have to get the last word until I get my hands on you, don’t you baby?” 
“Just shut the fuck up already,” You snap and Sangyeon scoffs. His hand slides around your body and he grabs a handful of your ass, pulling your hips against his while he lets you leave your marks. While he lets you have your fun. He has you exactly where he wants you, and both of you know it. 
“What about a safe word?” You glare up at him when he continues to press you with questions and quickly spit one out so you can go back to biting marking him.
He doesn’t know if you notice that he hasn’t kissed you yet, that he’s just been standing above you, rolling his hips into yours, and letting you practically eat his neck. He does know that you’re fumbling. You’re losing yourself, suddenly all too desperate to have him that your body is shaking. Sangyeon loves it.
“What would your sorority sisters say if they saw you like this, hm?” Sangyeon drags a hand up your spine and grabs your hair again, this time just tight enough to get your attention. You pull away from him, your lipstick smeared across your lips and cheek, and your eyes narrow into a dangerous glare. 
“It’s a good thing they aren’t here, then, isn’t it?” You shoot right back, pulling him down by the neck to crush your lips against his. The way you two are kissing is entirely different. He kisses you with an agitating slowness, smiling against your lips. You are kissing him like you’d been in the desert for a week and he was the first glass of water you’d seen since your escape. Your force your tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking at his own. It pisses you off how disinterested he seems to be when he was the one who wanted you to come up here with him. Was Sangyeon mocking you?
Anger swirls in your stomach and you shove Sangyeon back to the edge of his bed. He stares up at you with nothing but pure amusement while you strip him. He does absolutely nothing to help you. Not yet. He’s biding his time and you don’t even know it yet. 
Or, maybe, you do. Maybe you know exactly what’s going on in his mind as you begin to strip yourself of your own clothes, trying to gauge his reactions but he does nothing but stare at you with belittling amusement.
Sangyeon lets you push him down on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, and watches as you crawl over him with your cunt hovering barely a centimeter over his hardened member. That is the only acknowledgment you get that tells you he wants this just as much as you do. He feels the heat radiate off of it, and can feel your arousal beginning to slip down and create a puddle between the two of you. 
Not yet, he tells himself. But it’s getting harder and harder with every one of your movements.
You kiss your way down his body. Well, more like bite. 
“You really like biting me,” he comments, his voice mildly unsteady. “It’s kinda hot.”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” You retort, letting your lips kiss the trail of hair leading to his pelvis. Sangyeon watches you lower your body to the floor, your small hands wrapping around his member and giving it a sharp tug. His throat closes as he fights back a groan. 
“You— fuck me,” His eyes roll into the back of his head and he trails off with a load groan when you suddenly wrap your lips around him. “Fuck, couldn’t you warn me?” 
You hum, the vibrations sending sparks down his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. He can only watch as you begin to take him deeper and deeper, and he can feel his tip hit the back of your throat, can hear you starting to gag on him, but you don’t stop until you physically cannot breathe anymore. Until your nose is almost pressed against his pelvis. You stay there for a moment, your hand on his bare hip and digging your nails in to focus on something other than the fact that you are quite literally about to choke on his cock.
Then you swallow around him and Sangyeon’s body twitches. You pull your mouth off him and lick gently at his tip before you take him all the way down, as far as you can, and do it again. Sangyeon caves.
Now.
You practically fall backward at the rate Sangyeon moves. He slips out of your mouth, a string of spit loosely connecting you to his tip. He kicks you backward, his foot connecting with the back of your thigh and shoving you as far he can until he’s able to comfortably stand over you and you’re the one leaning on your elbows for support. 
“What the fuck was that?” You snap, trying to push yourself up but Sangyeon just kneels over you, shoving you down with one hand only to grab the back of your head with the other and hold you in place. “Lee Sangyeon, let me fucking go—”
“Too late for that, princess.” He coos, and he brushes his thumb of the hand in your hair across your cheekbone. “Open that pretty little mouth for me, will you?” You almost don’t listen to him, but a part of you knows that if you don’t, he won’t hesitate to tie you up and leave you here for anyone to find. 
Your mouth slowly drops open and for a moment, you think he’ll be gentle with you. For a brief, naive moment you believe that he won’t be rough. 
Those thoughts are gone when he suddenly thrusts into your waiting mouth, forcing you to take all of him. You immediately start gagging at the force of his thrusts, your hands clawing at his waist and scrambling for something to hold. He seems to have no problem, however, holding you in place with one hand. It’s so messy, an overwhelming amount of spit that forms in your mouth being the only lubricant he needs to punch into your throat. 
“Look at you,” He hisses out with half-lidded eyes. “Slobbering all over my big dick like the good little bitch that you are.” You try to whine, try to make some sort of noise but you’re having a hard enough time breathing with his erratic thrusting. Your jaw aches, straining against his girth and tears are gushing down your cheeks. Your lungs are burning, but you have no way of telling him to stop. “Fuck, feels so good around me baby.” 
Your thighs are rubbing together, and you manage to find it in you to slip a hand down to play with your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the little nub. Sangyeon sees this, and he lets out a breathless laugh. 
“Fucking slut,” he sneers, fucking your face harsher than he was before. He can feel himself getting closer every time you gag around him, every time you try to take a breath and choke on it. “Can’t even sit still while I’m fucking your face, huh? Have to be a little slut and touch yourself too?” 
You’re able to whine out this time, and the vibration makes him slow down enough for you to start sucking at him like a lollypop. You can’t move your head at all, not with the grip he has on your hair, but you’re able to give long, hard sucks and you’re able to swallow around him enough to draw loud moans out. Your body quivers under all of the sensations you’re feeling. The tears running down your cheeks, the massive dick that’s bruising the back of your throat, the spit running down your chin and dripping down to your chest, the feeling of your slender fingers pushing into your sopping wet cunt over and over again. 
It’s getting to be all too much for you, and thankfully it seems to be too much for Sangyeon too. 
Like he knew you were about to reach your peak (and he probably did with the way you were moaning like a mad woman around him), he rips his cock out of your mouth and lunges for your hand to pull it away. 
“Not a fucking chance,” he grinds out, his heavy eyes trained on the way you practically sob and beg for your release. 
“Was s’close,” you reach a hand up, brushing the back of his neck. He scoffs at your words. “Please, Sangie, please. Jus’ wanna cum! Jus’ wanna be ready for you!” His dick twitches, still hard and leaking precum from the release he’d forced himself to hold back from. 
“Such a thoughtful little bitch,” he coos and lets your hair slip from his fingertips. You whine, pawing at his leg as some sort of way to get him to be kind to you, just this once. “I’ll make you feel good, baby. Don’t worry, I promise.” Another sob from your mouth as Sangyeon slips three thick fingers into you without any warning, without prepping you at all for any of them. 
You moan in protest as he starts to thrust them in and out of you, but your back arches into him when he curls them and brushes ever so slightly against a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head, more drool spilling out the side of your mouth. 
Your orgasm catches back up to you quickly and your body shakes against Sangyeon, a wild moan escaping your bruised throat. He watches you with careful eyes and his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips. He works you through that first orgasm quickly, and you expect him to pull his fingers out and replace them with his dick.
He doesn’t. 
In fact, as the overstimulation starts to hit you and you try to push him away from you, he just smiles coyly. 
“Thought you wanted to cum, princess?” He pouts mockingly and you whine in protest. The sounds coming from your pussy are disgustingly wet, your arousal and cum spilling out of you in neverending waves. “Why are you asking me to stop? Don’t you wanna cum?”
“‘M sensitive,” you whine into his shoulder and he clicks his tongue. 
“Poor baby,” he runs his hand down your spine, pulling you up to sit in his lap while he pulls his fingers out of you. Your body sags in relief, but that doesn’t last long before he’s flipping you over to lay face down on the floor. 
“Need me to slow down?” His hand is on the back of your neck, forcing the upper half of your body to lay on the hardwood floor. It’s uncomfortable, but you don’t complain. Not to him. “Need me to stop for a minute? Give you time to rest?”
“Yes— I mean— Fuck, I meant no,” you gasp out and Sangyeon scoffs.
“It sounds to me like you’re confused, baby. So which is it? Do you need to stop or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow? Until you’re lying on the floor dripping with my cum and just waiting for me to fuck one more load into this little pussy?” 
When you just whine and push your hips back into him, he knows he’s won. Knows he’s fucked the brat out of you and he hasn’t even stuck his dick in you yet. 
“Can’t believe you made me wait four years for this, princess,” Sangyeon presses his hand down on the center of your spine, forcing you to arch your back even more as he slides into you. 
“Fuck,” you hiss out with your words slightly slurred from being pressed into the ground, curling your fingers into your palm and digging your nails in. Your walls are fluttering around Sangyeon, contracting and expanding in weak attempts to open up and take all of him. “Why the fuck are you so big?” 
Sangyeon spits out a laugh, falling still with just over three-quarters of him inside of you. He has to take that breath, has to let himself slow down. If he doesn’t, he might cum without even being able to fuck you properly, and he can’t have that. 
“That might be the first compliment you’ve ever given me, princess.”
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” your voice breaks at the end when he shoves the rest of his length into you. “I fucking hate you, Lee Sangyeon.” 
“No you don’t,” he grins maliciously down at you, knowing that you won’t be able to see it. “You love me.”
At the moment, you can’t argue that. Not when he draws his hips back and slams them back in. You yelp when your body slides forward on his hardwood floor, trying to find purchase on something, anything around you, but Sangyeon doesn’t give you the chance. He sets the pace fast and hard, his grip on your waist being the only thing to keep you from falling completely to the ground. 
You don’t realize how warm your body has gotten until his grip starts slipping due to your combined sweat. Until his body is suddenly hunched over yours, his sweaty chest sliding against your back every time he ruts into you like a dog. He’s panting into your ear, letting out little grunts and groans every time you squeeze around him. You’re no better. In fact, you may be worse with the way you practically scream his name, little wails forced out of you every time he sheathes his length into you. 
“What a sight,” Sangyeon grunts out, pulling himself off you just enough to see your body in full again. His hair is damp, hanging over his face in sweaty strands. “The IST University Spitfire crumbling into pieces for the one person she swore never to touch. Isn’t that something?”
“Sh— shut—” you grind your teeth together, struggling to barely get a word out between every moan and whine and sob you emit. “Your— your fu—fucking mouth.”
“See, I would,” Sangyeon says and you feel him twitch inside of you. “But it’s just so much fun to see you like this.” 
Part of you wants to curse him. Part of you wants to shove him off you and give him a piece of your mind before leaving him to jack off like a high schooler. Unfortunately, the larger part of you that just wants him harder, faster deeper, more more more wins. 
He goes quiet after that, though, and the two of you are left in silence. The “silence”, in this case, being the sound of the party raging downstairs, the sensation of your knees scraping the ground and likely forming bruises, the gasping breaths that you take, the wet sound of his hips against yours, and the scandalous noises that you couldn’t be bothered to restrain. You couldn’t care less if you’re fueling his ego right now. Couldn’t care less that he’ll likely never let you live this down. You only care about the orgasm that’s slowly climbing and climbing and climbing. You know Sangyeon is close too. The build from him fucking your throat for god knows how long and then abruptly tearing his orgasm away from himself, the tightness of your walls around him. He has to be close to cumming. You know he is. 
Sangyeon nearly falters when you grab his free hand, your fingers shaking as they wrap around it and drag him toward your clit. He laughs in mocking disbelief.
“You want me to help you?” He asks and, in your naivety, you expect him to bend at your every whim just like everyone else. As if you’d forgotten the past four years in your fucked out state. 
“Please,” you drag out the e sounds, and Sangyeon clicks his tongue. 
“If you want me to help you, you’re gonna have to put in more effort than that, princess.” He snaps his hips into you, enjoying the way you cry out and scramble to stabilize your body again. “I’ve already made you cum once, and I’m about to do it again. If you want me to help you more than I am, you’re gonna have to beg for it.” 
You gnaw on your lower lip, fighting back more tears. As if that would do anything, anyway. Your makeup was already ruined— dark streaks of mascara dried into your cheeks, smeared lipstick on your chin, smudged eyeliner. Anyone who took one look at you would know exactly what happened. Didn’t matter if they were drunk or not. They’d know who did this to you.
“Please, Sangyeon,” you moan pitifully but you know that won’t be enough. “I’ll be so good, I promise. Please please please lemme cum, Sangyeon please.”
“You’ll be good?” He echoes you and laughs. “Little princess, you’ve been nothing but a little brat since the day we met. What makes you think I’m gonna believe you?” 
A hiccuped sob escapes you. “‘M sorry Sangie, I’m sorry! I pro—promise I’ll be good from now o—on. I’ll b—be good for you!”
“You will?” He asks, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him smirking down at you. “You’ll be good for me?”
“Just for you! Just for you, Sangie! Please, please, please lemme cum! I promise I’ll be good!” 
“Okay, princess,” he says and swats your hand away from his. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
The wail you let out when he picks up his pace again is desperate and carnal. His thumb rubs harshly at your clit, and the stimulation is just enough for you to be thrown over the edge again, your walls squeezing around his member so tightly he’s forced to slow down with a long, drawn-out groan. His body shudders above yours as you continue to pulse around him, forcing him closer and closer to his orgasm.
“D-don’t cum inside,” you manage to hiss out through the overwhelming pleasure. Sangyeon scoffs. 
“As if I’d wanna risk anything with you.” 
Sangyeon squeezes his eyes shut as he forces himself to pull away from you, already missing the warmth of your pussy when the air (cold in comparison) hits him. He wastes no time in wrapping his hand around his length, furiously pumping up and down as he draws closer and closer. You try to sit up, to turn around and watch, but Sangyeon forces you back down with a hand on the back of your neck (which you’re starting to think he has a thing for). 
You don’t put up a fight against him, knowing you don’t stand a damn chance with how exhausted you are. Instead, you opt to crane your neck as best you can, watching in awe (which you would never admit, amongst a handful of other things) as he tilts his head back and lets his jaw hang open, tongue prodding at the side of his mouth. You can only watch as warm ropes of white cum spurt from his tip, coating your ass and lower back. Part of you wants to reach back and swipe some of it, just for a little taste. 
When Sangyeon finally lets you up, you turn toward him with heavy eyes. For a moment, the two of you kneel there in front of each other, sweaty, covered in each other’s cum, and in some sort of daze. You watch his abs tense with every exhale, watch him brush a few strands of hair out of his face. Then you stand up, taking a few steps toward him on shaky legs, and tilt his head up to look at you in the eye. 
“Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?” Your hoarse voice comes out in a purr that’s steadier than either of you thought it would, and Sangyeon grins wildly at you.
“You really think you’re gonna have any control over me?” He slaps your hand away from his face, getting to his feet faster than you’d expected him to, and grabs you, his hands squeezing your cheeks. “You’re my bitch now, princess. No changing that. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”
“I said a lot of things, Lee Sangyeon.” You sneer, but it comes out muffled and Sangyeon rolls his eyes.
“Guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough if you’re still talking back, hm?” Your stomach drops, heat rolling in your stomach again. Sangyeon pushes you back toward the bed and that malicious grin returns. You’re starting to miss that smirk he always had on. 
“It’s fine. We have all night, anyway.”
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By the time Sangyeon’s had enough of you, by the time both of you are entirely worn out and satiated for the time being, the party downstairs has died down and you’re covered in bruises, aching all over. You didn’t bother to move when he brought a washcloth over and began to wipe you clean, removing any traces of his or your release. 
“Never thought you’d actually cave in.” He tells you when he finally lays down. You don’t look at him, choosing to lie face down with your face stuffed into the pillows. 
“I didn’t cave in,” you say, but even you know that’s a lie. “Maybe I just needed a good fuck before finals.”
“So you admit that I was a good fuck?” Sangyeon teases, sliding closer to you and ignoring the way you groan and try to kick him back. 
“Shut up already. I need to rest.” 
A fist hits the wall behind your head and you gasp loudly, sitting straight up when you hear Eric yelling from the room next door. 
“Is this some sort of revenge? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? WHY NOT HYUNJAE? WHY NOT SUNWOO? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?”
Your eyes narrow at Sangyeon who just lays there laughing, one hand thrown over his eyes.
“You knew he went to sleep while we were fucking?”
“Of course I did,” he says through his laughter. Your lips try to twitch up but you force them back down. 
“You’re such an asshole.” You lay back down and let him drag you over to rest on his chest. 
“Yeah, but you love me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Keep thinking that, pretty girl. I’ll convince you one of these days.”
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ericsprincess · 8 months
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yours for the taking
nc-17, smut, boyfriend!Sangyeon, body worship, rimming (Sangyeon receiving), anal fingering, vaginal sex
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part 2 here
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A/N: dedicated to that one girlie who really doesn’t like Sangyeon. You will probably not read this, but I hope you will see the light one day :)
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Finally, Friday. You sigh tiredly, dropping on your living room couch. You put your feet on the coffee table and huff. This week felt more like a month, with the mountain of work you had to do at your job and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Having finally logged off from your work computer a few minutes ago, the only thing left to do was to throw yourself on the couch and wait for your boyfriend to come home, so you could decide how to spend your Friday evening. 
Maybe I can even sneak a nap, you ponder. Although Sangyeon’s shift at work ends earlier than yours, he also goes to the gym after work every day. Even on Friday, which only makes you admire your dedication, since your own gym visits are based mostly on how you’re feeling about it at that moment. Sometimes you find it a little bit annoying that he’s such a stickler about it, but you have to admit, his hard work pays off. He looks amazing and you can never have enough of his body. 
So you just grab a blanket, snuggle under it, close your eyes and rest. You’re more exhausted than you thought because it seems that you fall asleep immediately and suddenly you’re being woken up by the sound of the keys unlocking your front door. 
“I’m home!” Sangyeon yells from the hallway, kicking off his shoes and dropping his gym bag on the floor. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?” he peaks into the living room.
“Hi, baby, it’s okay, I was just napping. How was your day?” you detangle yourself sleepily from your blanket and sit up to welcome him. You’re about to get up and go hug him, but he stops you with a raised hand. 
“Y/N, I would not recommend coming close to me,” he smiles. “I did not have time to shower at the gym, because I wanted to come home earlier and I’m way too sweaty right now. I’ll head to the shower and you can nap some more, okay?” he says while already pulling his t-shirt over his head on the way to the bathroom. 
Uhh, what a sight, you let yourself drool a little over your boyfriend’s body. He’s been looking especially good lately, since he also got a bit of a tan and he’s still having some pump from the gym. You can’t stop staring at him and touching him and he seems to enjoy the attention too. Sometimes you’re sure he’s provoking you on purpose, just like he did right now - taking off his t-shirt in front of you with mildly exaggerated stretch of his arms over his head, putting his abs and chest on display. 
Once again, as it seems to be a habit these days, the more you are thinking about his body, the hornier you get. You look at the closed bathroom door. You can hear the faint sound of the shower and Sangyeon’s muted humming of some song. Could I…? You wonder. Well, why the fuck not.
You get up and march right into the bathroom. When you open the door, it’s already steamy there and you stop to admire Sangyeon’s muscular body behind the fogged up glass, as he’s washing himself. His shoulders are wide and his arms are thick with muscle and veins. His back is wide but waist is thin, with picture perfect six pack abs that make you want to just rub your pussy all over them until you come. And you can’t forget his beautiful full chest, only asking to be bitten and sucked on. His ass and legs are nice and muscular too, and you are really glad he’s not one of those guys who skip legs. You can count on Sangyeon to do everything correctly and properly. 
Not to mention he’s always perfectly waxed and shaved everywhere, making his body so much more…lickable. Especially now, when you can see rivulets of water running down his body.  
“Oh- hey,” he notices your presence almost immediately and smiles at you, with one of those warm smiles of his, so you quickly take off your clothes and leave them on the ground. You join him under the shower and he does waste a second to embrace and kiss you. 
“Did you miss me that much, baby? You had to come to my shower?” he teases you jokingly and you start kissing his neck and collarbones. You know he gets your intent clearly now, even though it amuses him, as usual. Provoking you with his perfect body is his favorite pastime lately, and he clearly enjoys the effect he has on you. 
“Yeah,” you whisper, and latch your mouth on his nipple while touching and squeezing his other pec. Sangyeon closes his eyes and leans back on the tiles, enjoying the feeling. You can feel his cock getting hard against your hip, so you just suck harder, knowing it’s one of those things he loves receiving, even though he wouldn’t admit it. 
You let his chest go and slowly sink on your knees in front of him, licking his abs on the way down. He takes his hard cock in his hand, positioning for you to suck it, but you only lick and suck on the tip, tasting his precum, while he sighs from the pleasure. You pull away and look up at him. 
“Turn around,” you order. 
“What? Why?” he’s confused, but instead of a reply, you grab him by his hips and try to turn him, which he obeys with a laugh. 
“Hands on the wall,” you speak silently, and he does just that, puts his hands on the tiled wall and leans forwards. You take both of his buttcheeks in your hand and squeeze them a little, enjoying the softness and roundness of the muscle. There is no point in wasting time, you’re sure Sangyeon already figured out what’s gonna happen either. You pull his buttcheeks apart and dive in with your whole face, licking at his hole immediately. You have never done that before, but you’re making up for your lack of experience with enthusiasm. You rub your tongue over it, teasing, almost as if you were making out with it. He’s clearly trying to hold back his moans, which pleases you, as you were not sure how he would react. But it seems that he’s into it, arching his back slightly to push against your face more, so you reward him by flicking your tongue over his hole quickly. 
You move one of your hands on his hip, to hold him better while you try to penetrate your tongue inside him. It’s not really possible, he’s too tight and your tongue is just a muscle, but it makes him whimper just at the insinuation of it. You move your hand to rub over his abs, feeling his quick aroused breathing, and how his core muscles move under your hand. It’s intoxicating to know you have such an effect on him right now. 
You slide your hand down on his cock and it's as hard as ever, slick, with copious amounts of precome. You’re wet too, you know it without checking - eating Sangyeon’s ass, his reactions and the taboo of it made you so horny it almost hurts. You want him in you immediately. 
You get up and press yourself over his back, kissing his neck while he breathes so deeply, as if he were running a marathon. 
“Lets go to bed? I really need you to fuck me right now,” you whisper and he can’t even speak, he just nods quickly with his eyes still closed. He looks like he could cum at any moment. 
You both get out of the shower and give yourself the quickest wipe down with the closest towels, just to not drip water everywhere and practically run naked to your bedroom, half-wet.  
You throw yourself on the bed and he jumps right after you, pressing you down, folding your legs up, now wasting a second and pushing his cock into you. You don’t need any preparation and having him inside you feels like a relief. 
“I’m not gonna last long, just so you know,” he chuckles and you huff. “Me neither, but start moving before I literally die.” 
He starts fucking you immediately with all the force he can muster, not bothering with any teasing or finesse, just trying to get you both to cum as soon and as hard as he can. You’re holding onto his back when you get a devious idea. 
You slowly move your hand down his spine as he’s thrusting into you, lower and lower until you stop at his ass. fingers just right at his asshole. You give him few seconds to refuse and when he doesn’t you slowly push a finger in, into his still wet and relaxed hole. 
He whines and his hips stutter, his face buried in the crook of your next, while you're fingering him gently. He’s still fucking you but it’s as if he can’t decide whether to fuck into your or fuck himself on your finger. You’re also close, high from the power you have over him, and how easily you were able to make his strong beautiful man into a puddle. 
He’s almost out of his mind from pleasure, succumbed to just his primal feelings to fuck, when you whisper into his ear. 
“Should I add another one?” and that’s what does him in, and he moans and cums in you, while thrusting into you hard, and it helps you come too, when you feel his cock pump you full of cum. You’re rarely having an orgasm at the same time, but when you do, it feels like you can experience the pleasure of yours and his at the same time, and it feels like you can't stop coming. 
It takes a minute to come down, to make the ringing in your ears stop and your breath slow down, and in the meantime he rolls off you and slumps on the bed next to you. He’s just lying half dead, eyes closed, face and chest red and sweaty. 
He finally opens one eye. “You know, if I knew you would like my body this much, I would have started seriously working out sooner,” he mumbles, face half-buried in the bed. 
You turn to him and weakly slap him on the arm, “Oh I’m sure you would,” you laugh. 
He moves closer to you and grabs you into a hug. You settle comfortably in his warm embrace. 
“Next time, let me show you how much I love your body though,” he whispers. 
Ooh. Can’t wait.
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sungbeam · 9 months
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𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬
lee sangyeon x reader
2.3k words, suggestive, fluff, reader wears a bikini top, discussion of hookups, kissing, drinking, mentions of food, sangyeon shirtless/with a tank top on lmfao, i pay too much attention to his arms, one swear word, sss (soft sexc sangyeon)
a/n: LISTEN 🧍🏻‍♀️ i'm trying to tackle my crisis and writer's block at once okay :') I LITERALLY LOOKED UP THE ANATOMY OF A PICKUP TRUCK FOR THIS. also i kinda forgot how to write sexy sorry if it's awkward i tried; for @winterchimez skfneknfkdnf
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"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?"
The question—no, it was the voice—that had your head jerking up so fast you were surprised you hadn't gotten whiplash. You were met by an eye full: lean and confident stature with bulked biceps of muscle, framed by a gray tank top that left little to the imagination. You didn't know a piece of cloth could cover so little until now, and you swallowed. God, it was always the color gray—
Lee Sangyeon's dark eyes glittered as he smiled at you, one hand tucked into the pocket of his board shorts and the other holding a spatula in his hand. "Hi Yn. Long time no see."
You hadn't even realized who had been stationed at the grill until now. "Hey," you said, still slightly stunned, "yeah, long time no see."
It hadn't really been that long. In retrospect, two months wasn't all that long, but with the things that happened two months ago… yeah, two months felt like two years. You had to snap your eyes away from the blatant amount of arm that was in your vision. And you also pretended you didn't see that he saw just how much you were struggling.
"Well? Can I get you anything?" He asked once more, flipping the spatula in his hand and catching the handle as easy as one plus one. (Oh no, why was that so attractive—) The action drew your eyes to the veins in his hands—no. Everything was coming back to you from that one night. You really needed a drink.
Shaking yourself back into reality, you tried for a smile, holding the paper plate stacked with fruit and junk food in front of you. "Oh, uh, that's okay. I ate lunch before I got here, so I'm not super hungry."
"Ah," he answered good naturedly with a nod of his head. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "If you find that you need anything though, come let me know, okay?"
You bobbed your head in understanding. "Got it! This is your cabin, isn't it?" You asked him, inclining your head back towards the cozy little cabin seated in the foreground of the patio space. You had been invited to a lake bonfire to celebrate the end of summer, and so here you were, in your bikini top and shorts, attempting to soak up the remaining bits of sun. The invitation had been extended to you via your good friend Haknyeon, who you had accompanied here, but had lost as soon as you realized that he was going to join the cannonball contest at the dock.
Haknyeon had mentioned something about Sangyeon owning the cabin, but you hadn't confirmed that it was your Sangyeon. (Maybe not "your" Sangyeon, but just the one that you had in mind.)
The golden hour light painted the entire outdoor space in a wash of amber, and it made Sangyeon's features sharper as the light silhouetted his outline when hitting his back. He broke into a boyish smile, the kind that made his eyes turn into happy little crescents. "Oh, uh, yeah! It's a family member's, but I think I use it more often than they do. I guess I just like the space a lot."
"I imagine it's nice just to have the place to hang out," you commented.
He nodded. "Yeah. Both with friends and family, and alone."
"Ah, so you come here alone often?" Peace and quiet out here must have been a whole other level.
"Mhm," he hummed. "Though, sometimes it's nice to have someone to be around, too. Have you been inside yet?"
You blinked. "Oh, inside?" You stammered. "No, not at all. Haknyeon and I came out here as soon as we got here."
"Then I'll have to give you a tour sometime." You could have sworn you'd seen a sheen in his eyes. Or maybe that was the sunlight. "Or, y'know," he lifted his shoulder in a shrug, lips curling into a smile as he winked, "whenever you're bored of the lake."
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"I'm literally going to hit you—!"
You managed to scramble out of the way as you narrowly missed Kevin Moon's flying hand of doom, bound to swat your shoulder for whatever atrocity you'd committed this time. "What did I do?" You squawked, holding your pouch of spiked Capri Sun (don't ask) close to you.
Kevin groaned as his head tipped back toward the darkening sky. The two of you were seated in the back of Sangyeon's family's pickup truck, parked along the bank of the lake. The space was lined in nice blankets and pillows, and was illuminated by small light bulbs strung on wire, similar to the situation on the patio. Kevin's cropped black hair was damp from his adventure in the lake, a blue and white beach towel hanging around his bare shoulders. He nursed a bottle of beer in his hands.
"You're an idiot."
"Well, you have to at least tell me why that is—"
"It's because you're missing the obvious!" Came Choi Chanhee's voice as he clambered into the back of the vehicle with the two of you.
Oh, great. Now you had both of the brutally honest boys with attitude present. The spiked Capri Sun had been a good decision on your part.
"Do enlighten me," you drawled with a flourish of your hands.
Kevin passed Chanhee his beer bottle and fixed you with a look. "Yn, Sangyeon literally hinted that he wants to get with you," he smiled out of the complete ridiculousness of the situation. "Which is crazy exciting because neither you nor Sangyeon ever hook up with anyone—"
Well, you couldn't just let him slander your name. "Wait, I do hook up with people! I literally did it with Sangyeon like two months ago." As soon as you realized your mistake, you slapped your palm over your mouth.
Kevin and Chanhee exchanged wild eyes with one another, and you could see the gears whirling spinning twirling—
"YOU AND SANGYEON HOOKED UP?"
"Heyheyhey!" You interrupted frantically, hands waving in front of you to get them to stop while you ensured that no one else over by the patio or the dock heard the two. "Now who are the idiots?" You hissed. "I don't think Mars heard you two!"
"Did Mars hear you two?" Kevin asked pointedly; Chanhee covered his mouth delicately as he snorted.
You had to admit… that he got you with that one. Even though you were flustered to no end and laughing at your own misery, you still shook your head. "Can I trust you two to keep this on the down low?"
"Can you trust them to keep what on the down low?"
Your soul nearly rocketed out of your physical body as Sangyeon himself appeared at the back of the truck with the most amused and stupidly devilish smile on his face. Now that the sun was no longer hanging in the sky, most of the people had retreated out of the water to dry off and spend time on land with everyone else. That included Sangyeon with his dark hair dampened and swept back, his shirt—
Where was his shirt.
"Oh, you two—" Sangyeon gestured to Kevin and Chanhee, who both looked far too entertained for your liking, "—Cobie's calling you back. Something about owing him a game of beer pong."
"Oh shit," Kevin swore. "I totally forgot." He and Chanhee shuffled out of the back of the car, but you didn't fail to catch the way they wagged their eyebrows at you on their way out.
"See you guys later," Chanhee giggled with a wiggle of his fingers.
"Or not," Kevin coughed.
You were about to throw a pillow at them, but your attention focused directly on the man standing at the end of the truck bed. The music from here was muffled out, and someone had changed the rager song playlist to something more mellow. You scooted your way down the bed until your legs hung off the edge and Sangyeon could move between them.
"Hi," he said to you again, much lower and softer than the last time, hands braced against the tailgate.
You could feel his body warmth radiating from his bare chest, which was a comforting sensation against the cooler evening temperature that made your skin pebble. You leaned to that warmth just a little. "Hey," you said back.
Despite having definitely dipped into the lake, you could pick up the lingering bits of cologne on his skin, or maybe that was just the pretty way his hair smelled. You could remember the similar sensations of two months ago: damp, sweaty hair; the smell and feel of his bed sheets; the weight of his body; his hot breath at your ear, across your skin, everywhere.
You were melting like butter and he hadn't even touched you yet.
"So," he drawled, tongue peering through his cheeky smile, "what's this I hear about us hooking up?"
You let out an exhale, head hanging in acceptance. "In my defense, Kevin and Chanhee are both very easy to talk to."
He chuckled, and your skin was even more sensitive to the sound than it was to the breeze. "I guess I can't exactly argue with that. But you know why we needed to keep it a secret, right?"
"Mhm, I do," you answered with an amused nod of your head. Your mutual friends always meant well, but you and Sangyeon figured that if you two had told anyone about what happened two months ago, there would be questions that neither of you would be able to answer just yet. Plus, you'd both figured you needed time to really think about those answers first.
He let out a little sigh and he rested both of his warm palms on either of your thighs, gently rubbing the flesh there in a soothing manner. "I know keeping this between us feels wrong, and it's difficult… I don't mind you telling them as long as you're comfortable with it."
"You're comfortable with them knowing?"
"Just as long as you are," he affirmed. "But if you're not, I'll pull the Oldest card and tell them to shut up."
You both shared a small smile at that, and you had the sudden realization about how long you had been away from him.
He seemed to feel your subtle shift, and he grabbed the underside of your legs to pull you closer to him. "M'sorry this took so long for me to say, but you look good enough to eat."
Your heart stuttered in your chest. "Well, I guess we're even then."
"Hm?" He asked, hand coming down to feel your foot hook around the back of his waist and press him closer.
"I forgot to tell you that I'm bored of the lake," you said as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and played with his hair. "And I want a tour of the house."
Sangyeon chuckled, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Just a tour of the house?"
"And whatever else you'd like to show me."
He leaned in, lips hovering over yours so you could feel the warmth of his breath intermingling with yours. His hands smoothed down the sides of your hips, pressing against the small of your back. "Anything you'd like to show me?"
"Nothing you haven't seen before," you teased, before leaning in to press your lips against his and relish in the familiar feeling of his plush mouth. Your legs locked around his waist until you practically weren't even seated on the tailgate anymore, and his hands held you securely to his body.
You breathed him in until you were suffocating on him and everything else had faded to glorified white noise.
And when the two of you broke for air, he continued to deliver kisses to your mouth, unable to be away for too long. Your hands moved from around his neck to feeling the muscles rippling in his shoulders. Your hand couldn't even wrap around his upper arm, and you had a feeling two hands wouldn't find much luck either.
"Love what—you've done with the place," you laughed, catching his last kiss.
There was a smugness to his expression. "Wanna sign a lease?"
You broke into giggles. "You're so…" you shook your head with a grin, "I don't even know. I missed you."
He beamed with that boyish smile that made your chest feel fuzzy. His hand came up to cup your cheek, brush his thumb over your cheekbone. "I missed you, too, baby."
A cooler, sharper breeze flew past you, and you instinctively leaned further into Sangyeon's hold. You pushed out a breath. "Ooh, I should find where I put my shirt."
"I thought that was the opposite of what we were doing."
"Aye," you chided half-heartedly, swatting at his shoulder. "Are you not cold?" He was wearing much less than you were, but it wasn't like either of you was wearing much at all.
He wrinkled his nose as he feigned a thoughtful look. "Well, I had an activity in mind that could warm us up."
You hummed. "Ah, a tour of the house?"
"A tour of the house," he affirmed, lips pressed together to express his excitement. He stepped back then, but offered you one of his hands. "Shall we?"
You gladly grabbed onto his hand and let him help you down from the truck bed. "Always the gentleman aren't you, Yeon?"
"Of course," he said easily. "Unless you don't want me to be." The pointed look your way was enough to make you want to run up to the cabin for shelter.
As he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to help keep you warm on your trek up to the cabin, you replied offhandedly, "You can disrespect me any day of the week."
He seemed to miss his footing on that last step. "You sure about that, baby?"
"Positive."
Sangyeon's arm moved from around your shoulders and down to your waist. He squeezed your side, and if you could have curled your toes, you would have. "The tour might just become a free trial," he leaned over to murmur to you.
Oh, you could hardly wait to get started.
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dontflailmenow · 2 years
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a friend in need 
summary: when reader wakes up in the middle of the night and finds her platonic bed buddy not there, she goes exploring but what she discovers is much more than she anticipated. when sangyeon invites her to do more than just watch, she figures, "why not?"
pairing: sangyeon x female reader
word count: 4.7k
genre: smut, friends to lovers
contains: adult content (18+), masturbation (m.), manual stimulation (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, voyeurism and exhibitionism (unintentional but consensual), some petnames
tag list: @biaswreckingfics @trashlord-007
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Normally, you slept warm. Very warm. Okay, hot. When you crashed with Sangyeon and the two of you squeezed into a definitely-made-for-one-person bed, there were times when you didn't even bother with blankets. Seriously, if he ever got tired of the idol life, your friend would make an excellent space heater. Suffice it to say, waking up in the middle of the night because you were feeling downright chilly was not a usual occurrence, especially at the dorms. But you did and you were cold, as the goosebumps covering your body could attest. Instinctively, you moved to curl closer to Sangyeon, frowning when you met only empty space. 
Your eyes fluttered open and you waited for them to adjust to the darkness to confirm that, yes, you were alone in the bed. You let your gaze dart about the room, sitting up in bed when no sign of Sangyeon was to be found, feeling sleepy and puzzled. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom? Telling yourself that, you curled back up under the covers and waited, the steady hum of the air conditioning explaining the chill in the room, and reminding you that you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep until Sangyeon came back and brought his body heat with him. 
When several minutes had passed and he hadn’t returned, you sat back up with a groan. You glanced at the clock on the nearby nightstand. It was half past two in the morning. Way too late (or early, depending on your perspective, you supposed) to be off doing whatever he must be doing. If he was working right now, you were unfortunately not going to be surprised because you knew how hard he worked and how much he cared about making sure he did what he could to keep the burden on his members to a minimum. Admirable though that may be, Sangyeon was your priority and if you had to drag him back to bed and nag him into letting himself sleep, you would.
With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and climbed out of the bed. Grabbing the zip-up hoodie your friend had left hanging off the back of his desk chair, you slid your arms into the sleeves and pulled the sides across your front. In the darkness, your feet found the extra set of slippers by the door, and you made your way out of the room. 
As you crept down the hall, careful to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake any of the others, you slowly became aware of a soft blue light coming from down the hall in the direction of the living area. You made your way towards it and the muffled noise that must have been the television. Insomnia wasn’t exactly fun either, but it beat working into the middle of the night, and you hoped you would find your friend either passed out in front of the television or mindlessly watching late night programming to bore himself back to a state of tiredness. 
If Sangyeon was asleep, you didn’t want to wake him, so you slid your feet out of the slippers at the end of the hall, bare feet carrying you into the bigger space and to the couch where – yes – you spotted the back of a very familiar head. A fond smile turned your lips up at the corners as you glanced up and saw a movie playing that you knew he’d watched at least a hundred times. Insomnia, then. 
You tiptoed around the corner of the couch and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight that met you. 
Maybe if it hadn’t been the middle of the night and you weren’t still in that groggy, half-asleep state, your brain would have put the pieces together sooner, but you were and it didn’t. And honestly, if you thought about it later, anyone would be surprised. Anyone would take several minutes to process…that. 
Sangyeon. 
His head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, breath sharp and audible from where you stood two arms’ lengths away. Sleep pants pushed down in the front enough for him to – he was – 
That was his hand stroking himself, that was his cock, and it was hard and your eyes zeroed in on the slick slide of his fist up and down, the way his thumb brushed across the tip with every pass. You couldn’t look away as his hips jerked into his own grasp, each upward thrust sending a bolt of unexpected, all too tempting want through your own body. Your thighs pressed together unconsciously, as if the friction could do a damned thing to dampen the heat that was slowly making its way through you like molten lava.
Fuck, this was bad. This was really bad. Not Sangyeon getting himself off, no – that was something you obviously knew he did, but Jesus, seeing him do it. Standing there like a voyeur, watching something that was incredibly personal and private and – he would be mortified if he knew you were seeing it, right? The right thing to do was turn around, go back to the bedroom, and pretend this never happened. 
Which, all right, good luck with erasing it from your memory, but the very least you could do was never tell your friend you knew what his dick looked like or the unfairly hot sounds he made when he was getting himself off. 
Like the groan that sounded an awful lot like your name. You slapped a hand over your mouth to cover the needy little noise that wanted to push its way past your lips at that one. 
He wasn’t – had he just – 
Go, you commanded yourself. Fucking move now. 
Except then it wasn’t just your name he was saying. It was a low, rough question and his eyes were open, his dark gaze fully focused on yours. “You just gonna stand there and watch all night?”
Busted. 
“I, uh, I’m, er, I just –” you stammered, heart pounding so hard you were surprised it wasn’t beating its way right out of your chest. You felt your cheeks flame and nervously tugged at the sides of the borrowed jacket, trying to force yourself to look away from him. At the very least, to stay looking at his eyes and not keep dropping down to his lap. “What?”
Where he was still stroking himself, squeezing himself at the base as he hissed out your name. “I said, ‘Are you just gonna stand there and watch me?’” 
Finally able to tear your gaze away, lust-addled brain clearing just enough to be mortified at your actions and ashamed of yourself for obviously making him uncomfortable. He thought he was alone! you told yourself. He hadn’t invited you out here to watch! If he wanted you to watch him masturbate, he definitely would have said something when you were literally in the same bed. In a private space. 
Which this wasn’t. 
Cheeks flaming, you met his gaze for a heartbeat before forcing your focus to his forehead. Words came pouring out of you. “I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean – I woke up and you weren’t in bed and I was – I was worried. Thought you might be working and wanted to make sure – I’m not gonna just stand here and watch. I’ll go back to – to bed. You just…uh, you can have the room.”
“That’s not what I meant.” 
“It isn’t?” 
He called your name and waited until your eyes found his before continuing. “It’s really not.” Sangyeon let you see the way his gaze swept over you then, from your bare toes, up your legs, lingering at the hemline of your sleep shirt and taking in the way his hoodie draped over you, the way it was parted at the front, the thin fabric of your shirt not doing much at all to hide the way your nipples had pebbled. 
You watched as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, saw the flames that flared in his eyes as he stared for several seconds. Felt like you might go up into actual flames if he kept doing it. That was not the look of someone who was embarrassed.
“What did you mean then?” you asked, for the first time that night feeling comfortable letting yourself look at him, taking in the sprawl of his legs, his hand still wrapped around his erection, the fast rise and fall of his chest, the clench in his jaw, and the heat in his gaze.
The way he let out a breathless laugh and his lips twitched. 
“C’mere,” he said. Commanded, really. His casual confidence, the complete lack of doubt that you would comply should probably annoy you but instead, it drew you closer. 
It was one of the things you liked best about him – the way he knew himself, knew what he wanted and expected, and that he trusted himself to make the right decisions, the way he just automatically took charge. Not in a domineering way, but in a way that said you could trust him because he had your back. You could and often did do whatever you wanted (and most of the time you were in agreement anyway), but you could also let yourself let go and be led by him. 
Mind you, that usually took the form of where to go for dinner, what you two were going to do when you spent the day together, an affectionately stern reminder to go to bed on time because you always regretted it in the morning when you had to get up early for work and were exhausted, a hand on your lower back steering you to the inside of the sidewalk, and so on. It had never been in this sort of a situation. Despite the fact that you were attracted to Sangyeon, you didn’t let yourself think too long or hard about how that might translate into…other things. 
Now, though, as your feet carried you closer to him, into arm’s reach and his hand came out to tug you even closer, until you were standing between his splayed knees, it was all you could think about. Warm, knowing eyes caught yours when your hands automatically landed on his shoulders, your body leaning over him. 
You shivered when you felt his palm slide up the back of your thigh, lifting your leg by your knee and guiding it to the side. You swallowed hard as you let yourself drop your weight down onto that knee, now pressed into the seat cushion beside him. Together, you repeated the action with your other leg, and you found yourself straddling Sangyeon’s lap on the couch. His hands moved to your waist and he squeezed, crooning up at you. “There’s a good girl. Isn’t this better?”
A part of you had vaguely been aware of the fact you thrived on praise, but the way you clenched at being called a good girl suggested you might have been underestimating just how much you liked it. Or maybe it was just that it was coming from him. 
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, grip on his shoulders tightening. You chewed at the insight of your cheek, then let your tongue sweep out to wet your lips, your own heated gaze catching his. Drifting between those oh-so-familiar but never-like-this warm brown eyes, to also very familiar but definitely only like this that one time when someone had the brilliant idea to play spin-the-bottle at a party lips.
You didn’t even let yourself think about lowering your gaze further quite yet. Forced yourself not to think about how he hadn’t bothered to put himself away or how you could swear you felt the heat of him between your bodies. How, when the hands on your waist pulled your hips down until you were sitting on his thighs, when one of those hands slid up your back and drew your body forward, his cock was pressed against your belly. 
“Sangyeon,” you said on a gasp. You swallowed hard, fingers fisting in the shoulders of his shirt, and rested your forehead against his. “Can I – Can I?”
“Can you what, angel?” His voice was soft, deep and thick, and you felt his lips brush across yours. Once. Twice. Nearly whimpered when he shifted beneath you and rolled his hips up into you. 
“Can I touch you?” 
“You are touching me.”
“You know what I mean, Yeonnie.” 
He groaned, fingers carding through your hair before capturing the strands in his grip and capturing your lips with his. Yours parted for his tongue and you did whimper when he slid it into your mouth, slipping along yours, tangling yours with his, as he swept you up in a kiss that made you dizzy with how it stole your breath. The hand not in your hair took one of yours from his shoulder and drew it down his torso, guided it to wrap around his cock, and you both moaned then. 
“Fuck,” he cursed, breaking the kiss when as you gently squeezed and started slowly stroking along the length of him. You watched as he let his gaze drop down to his lap, followed that gaze to see his hand release yours. To take in the sight of your hand pumping him, the liquid at the tip of him, the way you – remembering how you’d seen him touch himself earlier – let your thumb brush across the head with each pass, capturing the precome and drawing it down his cock. His hips jerked beneath you and his voice was a rasp when he spoke, when he praised. “Just like that.” 
Pressing kisses along his jaw, you already knew the answer, but still wanted the words, so you cooed your questions into his skin. “Yeah? Feel – feel good? Like it when I touch you like this?” 
You heard rather than saw the smile he gave you then. “Mm,” he admitted. “Was thinking about this earlier. Touching myself, thinking about your pretty little hands on me. Feel so damned good.” 
He squeezed your hip before slipping his hand back to cup your ass, sliding between your thighs and pressing into your core through your sleep shorts. Next breath a gasp when he felt the heat and the wetness there. “Thinking about this.” 
Other hand still in your hair, he drew your face away from his jaw, tugging gently until your head was dropped back and your neck was bared to him. Lips brushing across the sensitive skin before he paused to capture the skin between his teeth, sucking, and you just knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. “Thinking about being inside you.” He slid his fingers further forward, pressing more firmly when you squirmed over him, whining his name, and your strokes along his cock lost their rhythm. “You want that too, angel?” 
“Oh God,” you said on another whine, tilting your hips to guide his touch where you needed it. Completely losing any sense of rhythm once his fingers found your clit and he started rubbing the fabric against the swollen bud. “P-Please. I want it,” it was your turn to admit. 
As if there were any doubt.
“What do you want? Use your words for me.” Again with that quiet command that you felt like a caress. Sliding his fingers beneath your shorts and into your panties, Sangyeon slid them through your folds, slippery skin easing his passage. Your cunt so wet, you so utterly turned on, that, when he pressed one finger, two, against your entrance, your body easily stretched around him. “Want me to do this?”
“Yes.” He drew his fingers out and then thrust them back in again, a needy whimper bubbling up and out of you. “No. Yes. No, I mean, I do but,” you started, wanting that but also, “I want you.” 
The sound he made then, the low rumble that started in his chest, was the single hottest thing you’d ever heard – at least until he growled your name right after, and muttered, “You’ll get me, then. Fucking already have me.” His hands were suddenly pushing the hoodie off of you, but he hesitated when it was halfway off your arms, stopping you from helping to get it off any further.
“What?” 
“This is mine,” he said, as if that explained anything. 
Brows furrowed and beyond ready for him to be inside you already, you – you pouted. “Yeah, I know. I was cold, so I grabbed it on my way out of bed?”
The smile he gave you was somehow both proud and filthy at once. He tugged the hoodie back up your arms. “It’s staying on.”
You let out a puff of laughter, your own expression turning sly. So that’s how it was. “You wanna fuck me when I’m wearing your clothes, baby?” 
His eyes – already dark and smoldering – were nearly enough to make you combust right then and there. All the humor left you as you found yourself with his hands on your hips, then guiding you to stand, your shorts and panties in a pool at your feet in between one breath and the next. 
In another, you were back in Sangyeon’s lap and he was tugging his shirt up and over his head, neither of you paying any mind to where it landed. You could only stare. Breathless. Despite those occasional – and entirely involuntary (usually) moments of weakness where you somehow ended up thinking about how your friend would look naked and/or what it would be like to have sex with him (and fine, to be with him), this was not a situation you ever expected to be in. 
It was heady. 
You let yourself take it all in, every curve of bone and muscle and play of the light, television still on and casting a blue glow to everything around you. The way he looked at you. Like he wanted to keep you and like he was going to do exactly that. 
Like you were his as much as the stupid hoodie.
His fingers were cradling the back of your head, drawing your face to his until you were nose to nose. You felt his other hand slip back between your thighs, fingertips parting your folds before he moved them to circle your clit. Despite your desire to keep your gaze locked on his, your eyes drifted shut with the pleasure that shot through you at the slow swirls his fingers made against your swollen bud. 
“G-God, Sang– Sangyeon,” you gasped, hips moving restlessly into his touch. Your fingers at his shoulders kneading, thrilling at the feel of naked skin beneath your touch. Acutely aware of the press of his cock into your belly beneath your shirt, the way his other hand moved to your hip and guided your movements, and how with each of them, the leaking tip left a trail of precome across your skin. 
“Hmm?” Because he clearly wanted to drive you completely nuts, Sangyeon chose then to shift his fingers from your clit to his cock, guiding it to press along the length of your slit, to draw it through your slick folds and circle the tip around your clit. A hand on your shoulder encouraging you to lean back so you could both watch as he began to thrust gently, dick now teasing at your entrance then sliding back up to your clit. 
And back. 
Never pressing more than the tip inside of you, though. 
Leaving you wanting him so badly that you couldn’t think of anything else. 
“Please,” you finally said on a whimper. “Want you inside me, Yeonnie.”
“I can tell. Look at how wet your pretty little pussy is for me. So perfect, just like I knew it would be,” he groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. Be a good girl and put me inside you. Show me how much you want me.”
So much. 
That was the answer. 
Said pussy clenched at the idea of being a good girl for him and his filthy mouth. Who knew he had it in him? You didn’t, but you were absolutely not complaining. 
You did as you were told (of course you did), forehead dropped onto his shoulder while you lowered yourself onto him, gaze locked onto where his cock slipped into you, the sensation of being filled – being full, so full – tearing a soft whine from you. His hand slid up your back to take hold of the back of your shoulder, and you let yourself look up to his face, reveling in the way his eyes were squeezed shut and the tight clench of his jaw. 
“Don’t hold back,” you said softy. A demand? A plea? You didn’t even know but maybe it was a little of both. All you knew, as you finally felt your ass land on his thighs, as all of him was buried inside you, was that you really, truly, honestly wanted him. Every part of him. 
His eyes flew open and he grunted, his gaze lowering to your laps and a curse escaping his lips at the sight of himself filling you. Then that molten gaze was back on yours and your breath caught in your chest at the intensity you saw there. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he finally answered. 
You choked back a moan that would be way too loud for the living room in the middle of the night when there were other people sleeping down the hall. Because Sangyeon held you in place over him while he drew his pelvis back, pulling almost all of the way out, then pressed back up into you, movements slow. Allowing you to really feel the way he moved in you, the way your cunt stretched open for him. The slow, hard press of his tip against your inner walls. 
Each pump of his hips, his hand on your hip tilting, his own pelvis shifting, searching until you cried out and had to slap a hand over your mouth. 
Sangyeon’s smile was oh-so-pleased with himself then. So knowing. “Hold on tight, angel. And maybe you better just keep your hand there, hmm?” he teased and you would complain – or at least tease back – but after that, every thrust was to that same spot. Hard. Fast. Sharp snaps of his hips upwards, his grips on your hip and shoulder hard enough that the hickey on your neck was definitely not going to be the only mark you had to hide in the coming days.
And fuck if you didn’t love the idea of him leaving his marks on you.
As if you didn’t decide it would be more fun and more effective to muffle your moans and groans and breathy whines in Sangyeon’s neck, sucks and nips into the skin leaving your own marks. 
As if the way he growled at you to “mark me up, angel,” and “show them all I’m yours and you’re mine,” didn’t just encourage you. 
Honestly, you both probably had some issues to resolve. Later. 
In that moment, though, all of those moments, as he fucked up into you and you gasped out his name, body a livewire, tension coiling in and in on itself as he drove you closer and closer to the edge…all you cared about was him and this. 
The sounds of your skin slapping together and the way he panted your name into your ear, the way he fisted a hand in your hair and forced you to meet his eyes when you were close. When your breaths came shorter, sharper, and you clawed at his shoulders, begging him, “please,” and “need it, need you,” and “Sangyeon, Yeonnie, baby, just want – please,” and his expression was full of pleasure and possession and tenderness. 
How he pressed his forehead to yours and told you to, “come for me, sweetheart,” and “wanna feel you around me,” and even still, “so beautiful like this, gonna make you come now, so I can fill you full of me, then take you back to bed and do it all over again,” and finally, “mine.”
That last one was what sent you over the edge, whimpering out his name and that you were, you wanted to be, would be, and always. Body shivering and shaking above him while your inner muscles pulsed around him and you pressed kisses into the crook of his neck, begging him then to, “show me,” and “your turn,” and “need you to come for me, too,” or even, “want it, love it, love you.”
Sangyeon did come then, his arms wrapping around you and holding you against him as his hips jerked beneath you and he spilled himself into you, your name a breathless groan against your lips, which he captured with his. You smiled against his lips, ran your fingers through his hair – pet him, really – while he held you and you curled up into him as you both came down from your highs. 
Eventually, you had to move. 
“C’mon,” he said, giving your thigh a playful swat. “Back to bed before one of the kids comes out to investigate strange noises.”
You choked on a laugh, reluctantly climbing out of his lap and doing your best to get your panties and shorts back on before you left a mess of bodily fluids everywhere. “Don’t you dare test the universe like that!”
Chuckling, he grinned at you, pulling you into his arms once you were both standing, your lower halves were covered, and the television was off. “Okay, okay. I take it back, Universe.”
“Better,” you replied, answering smile on your own face.
The two of you safely back in Sangyeon’s room without incident. You both curled up in the bed but, this time, unlike every other time, you were lying on your back and Sangyeon was hovering over you. He had himself braced on his forearms, fingers of one hand brushing your hair back and then tracing along the line of your jaw. Thumb brushing over your lower lip, a wide smile forming on his face when you kissed the digit. 
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” you said back, just as softly. 
“We should probably talk about some stuff back there, huh?”
“Probably,” you admitted. Wincing when you remembered how it started. “I seriously did not mean to walk in on you while you were, uh, busy.” 
Sangyeon chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at you. “I know. I'm glad you did, though.”
That smile. God, it made you weak in the knees before. Now that you’d had sex with the man, it did all sorts of fluffy things to your insides. “I mean, sex orgasms are pretty awesome. I would pick sex over solo orgasms, too.” 
He blushed then and you leaned up to press a kiss against his flaming cheek. 
At least, that was your intention. He turned his head to catch the kiss against his lips, however. The look he gave you told you that was absolutely on purpose, which just made you grin.
“I mean that I would pick you over anything. Including orgasms, but orgasms with you are the best, yes.” His words, and the complete seriousness with which he spoke them, suddenly had a lump forming in your throat. You’d – well, obviously you had hoped, but you’d been steeling yourself for it just to have been about getting each other off. 
“I would pick you over anything, too.”
“Good. Also this might be a good time to say that I love you, too.”
“What?” 
Sangyeon breathed out a laugh and lowered his head to press a kiss to your lips, then moved to your neck to start pressing more kisses there. Letting his tongue slip out to lick at the hollow of your throat and sucking at your collarbone. You tried to follow along, but were still stuck on those four words. He’d said – 
“It’ll come to you,” he promised, shifting over you until he was cradled between your thighs, starting to move his hips in a slow grind that was going to make thinking impossible. Your body already starting to respond, fully on board with the promised repeat performance. 
It wasn’t until you woke up the next morning that it came to you.
In full, heat-of-the-moment, technicolor accidental love confession detail. You would be upset if the two of you hadn’t gone and exchanged the words like three more times overnight. As it was, you just curled closer to him, whispering them again as he tucked you into his arms and pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead.
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milkybonya · 1 year
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21. 출발! (departure)
☕️ masterlist
☕️ back to part 20. seating arrangements
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☕️next to part 22. isn't this au speeding up a little too much...?
[💌: including the Kevin Sunwoo heart BECAUSE IT GOT CUT OFF IN THE SS AND ITS TOO CUTE. also creds to whoever made that skz meme <3 AND I THINK fridays will be my update days i know today is saturday ((for me)) because yesterday was busy but YUHH en e ways this series will be ending soon tho lowkey </3 not me deciding on a schedule so late LOL]
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bae-del-moon · 2 years
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From the Heavens || Sangyeon
SERIES MASTERLIST
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Paring: Sangyeon x F!Reader
Word Count: 39.7k
Rated: M (for Suggestive and Violent themes) 
Genre(s): Romance, Fantasy, Angst, Supernatural, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Star-Crossed Lovers, Royalty AU 
Summary: The sun has set. The moon has risen. The night has end, and another day has begun. Happy birthday to you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it does. It’s time for you and the only other Gifted in the world to partake in the crowning ritual. Only one with the gift of summoning may rule. So who’s it going to be? You? Or the Lee Heir who might have stolen your heart?
a/n Almost two years later after I started writing this, but it’s finally here. E- your 23rd birthday fic almost 2 years late. I hope you enjoy it!  
Trigger Warnings available in actual chapter descriptions! 
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C1 
> If the throne was so certainly to be yours, what harm could come from exploring the castle a bit? 
C2 
> You had to be the biggest idiot around to do as he wanted. But perhaps you could find an advantage to this.
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> What’s this? At last, an outing with the man you’re going to marry. 
C4 
> You had felt like you were walking on clouds, living in idyllic bliss while your conscious remained in the glasshouse miles away. But, things made of glass are easy to break. Handle with care: Fragile. 
C5
> A sharp sword & a training dummy are great for venting. And yet, they aren’t enough. 
C6
> Under a sky that doesn’t change, and a forest that doesn’t want to set you free, the trial you’ve been waiting for your entire life is finally here. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but was it always meant to be this hard? 
C7
> Bells are ringing. The earth is shaking. The crown has been taken. THE END
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biaswreckingfics · 1 year
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Sangyeon 29 (angst)
Sangyeon + Angst
(When was the last time you said I love you and meant it?)
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The two of you sit silently in the living room, watching whatever TV show one of you normally throws on. It's more for the background noise as you both numbly scroll through your phones. This is your routine. Day in and day out, it's always the same boring thing. Sometimes you can tell that he doesn't really care if you're home, and sometimes you get a little too excited when he goes to bed early and you have the living room to yourself.
This is normal for long relationships, isn't it? You get so used to the other one always being there that you enjoy the moments you get to yourself. Is that all this is, though? Are you actually both bored with each other, but you've been together for so long that you're afraid of breaking up? Afraid you've wasted precious years of your life on a failed relationship? Maybe you know this is your comfort zone and you're too afraid to step out of it and start a new life.
You glance up and see his eyes glued to his phone. The TV show continues on, but you have no idea what's happening nor do you care. Looking back down at your phone, you find more pleasure from the electronic device in your hand than the scene around you. You feel like you should be sad, but you just don't care. 
Sangyeon's head moves and you look over at him to see him glance up at you. He then looks at the TV before looking down at the ground. When he stands up, you get that elated feeling because you know he's going to sleep. Then, you question what's wrong with you.
"I'm going to sleep. Love you."
"Love you too."
He takes a step before he pauses. It catches your attention because this is new. When he turns and looks back at you, you put down your phone and give him your attention.
"When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?"
You're startled by the sudden question before a wave of guilt hits you. Should you be honest? Should you try to save his feelings? You don't really want to get into an argument, and you don't want to hurt him, either.
"I do love you, Sangyeon."
He stares at you, trying to read through your words. 
"But you're not in love with me."
You stay silent because you know it's true and so does he. It's time for this to happen. It's time for you to push each other out of your comfort zones.
"You're not in love with me, either. We're just each other's safety nets."
He hums because he knows he doesn't have to say anything. When he nods his head and throws a "Good night" over his shoulder, you resume looking at your phone. 
Your relationship has been dead for a long time. You just think neither of you is willing to accept it. Maybe after you both sleep, you'll have a clearer view of what your future holds. See if you're ready to truly leave your safety net or if you'll both stay in it, pretending you're a happy couple that'd rather be nowhere else.
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midnightfantasiez · 6 months
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Pleasure Me | Lee Sangyeon
SUMMARY: ever since your boyfriend was featured in the latest issue of Men's Health, you have had a serious "problem" that you were sure that nobody was to ever find out about, that is, until you were caught red-handed by your very own boyfriend, Sangyeon.
PAIRING: model bf! Sangyeon x f!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: kissing, making out, masturbation (f!reader), fingering (f!reader receiving), cum tasting (f!reader), oral (f!reader receiving), face riding
WORD COUNT: 1,564
A/N: behold my debut fic on my nsfw blog! 🤓 let's just say i've been super duper horny lately and i may or may not be on a writing spree for sexy sangyeon (pls just accept it lmao) shoutout to my loveliest @juyeonszn for reading it through i love you my bubba 😘❤️
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It has been a week since your boyfriend’s nude shots were published in the media and magazines. 
Your boyfriend, Sangyeon, has been working in the model industry for over five years, but only a month ago, he received an offer from one of Korea’s top fitness magazines, Men’s Health, for a photo shoot and an interview. At first, you didn’t think much of it since you’ve always known how passionate Sangyeon has been about his health and working out.
Never in a million years would you have thought that he would have to strip and be featured on the cover of the magazine's fall issue.
Sangyeon knew from the beginning how awkward the entire situation would be, and as your boyfriend, he had to consult you first and foremost to see if both of you were on the same page. As much as it somewhat bugged you at first, you reluctantly told him that it was part of his job and he should treat it as an opportunity instead. 
It took some time to convince your boyfriend since he placed you first in everything that he did, but eventually, he took on the offer and was finally featured in the recent issue. 
Which was when your so-called “problem” began. 
You were too shy to admit nor did you want your boyfriend to ever find out about it. If he did, you would definitely throw yourself off a cliff, saying goodbye to this cruel world you live in. 
You began masturbating every two days, if not almost every night. You would hide in your bedroom, especially when Sangyeon wasn’t  back home from his job, and you would pleasure yourself by touching your body. You would slowly massage your breasts, and the other hand would slide down into your undies to rub your wet core. Sometimes, you would even insert one or two fingers into your entrance, and you’d envision Sangyeon pleasuring you instead. 
You knew this whole thing felt so wrong, yet you could never bring yourself to tell your boyfriend about this “problem”. Hence, you decided to keep this little dirty secret to yourself.
It was a late Friday night. Sangyeon had texted you in the morning that he would be coming home late tonight as he had to meet up with some of the staff for his next photo shoot to discuss plans for the upcoming feature magazine. He texted you his usual “goodnight message”, and you did the same. 
Mentally, you were doing somersaults in your brain because you had been feeling rather horny today, especially when you accidentally came across a rather sexy novel at your favourite bookstore when you had to run some errands for your company this afternoon. It was just like the idiom you learned in middle school, of how curiosity can kill the cat. And that was exactly what happened tonight. 
Once you get home from work in the evening hours, you take a quick shower and have a rather simple dinner that you just easily heat in the microwave before getting yourself all cozy in your bed to read the sexy novella that you have just purchased this afternoon. To set up the mood, you even turned on your fairy lights and lit some aromatic scented candles before lying comfortably to read. 
Just as you expected, the book's contents were rather spicy, and the next thing you knew, you found yourself touching your body again. Slowly, your hands slide back into your underwear, and you rub your dripping wet core. This time, you closed your eyes and tried your best to place yourself into the story's main character, attempting to envision the hot hunky male character fingering you.
But instead, that male lead eventually shifted into the vision of your boyfriend. And you eventually find yourself moaning his name. 
“Oh my god… S-sangyeon… It feels so good…” 
You wanted more, and god you didn’t want him to stop. 
“M-more… more… aaahh—” 
“Baby, what are you doing?” 
That deep voice immediately had you shooting up from your bed, and you immediately turned your head in the direction of the voice. 
Oh, hell no. 
Why is he back? He was not supposed to be home at least till after 12am! 
Not wanting to see or hear more from him, you immediately dived into your bedsheets, muffling a “goodnight, I’m asleep!”, hoping to turn him away. You swear you felt your face burning up so quickly, and your heartbeat was getting way out of control. 
It didn’t take long for him to pull back the bedsheets to reveal him staring at your face. 
“No no, please go away, Sangyeon! I’m about to sleep!” You protested, hoping he would leave you alone and pretend nothing had happened. 
Knowing your boyfriend, though, he is not the type to let things off, especially when it intrigues him. 
“I had no idea you sounded so sexy moaning my name aloud like that.” You already could hear his smirking through his voice, and you slowly opened one of your eyes to look at him. Sure enough, he was turned on and placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing them while inching his face closer to you.
“Hey, you know you could’ve just told me you wanted me.” He was now pecking you all over your face. 
“B-but… aren’t you ashamed.. of this habit of mine?” You asked weakly, and honestly, expecting a negative answer from him. 
But he reassures you instead. “Oh baby, if you were not turned on by that cover magazine that I did, then I’m afraid that what I’ve shown isn’t enough to pleasure you.” 
This time, he gently lifts and positions you so that you are seated on the bed, facing the full-length mirror you have in your bedroom. He then slowly climbs into bed and sits behind you, his hands roaming your body. Gently, he leans down to your ears and gives you a whisper. 
“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. And whatever happens, don’t stop looking.” 
Before you could even ask what was happening, one of his hands immediately travelled down to your underwear and began rubbing your core. Dear God, this time it is happening in real-time, it is your boyfriend’s actual hands that were pleasuring your entrance, one that you have fantasised about for long enough.
“Aww, you’re already so wet for me. Aren’t you a dirty little one?” He teased, before sliding his hands into your underwear to rub while putting some slight pressure on your entrance. Immediately, the moans he had longed to hear filled the entire room, practically music to his ears.
He then used his other free hand to grab hold of your chin to turn your head back towards him as he crashes his lips onto yours, turning the kiss into a rather steamy and messy one. You both would break off in between to grasp for some air, then reconnect your lips again, turning this into a repeated cycle. 
“God—Sangyeon—please—”
“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you exactly want.”
“Your fingers… inside me… now…” 
That was all he needed to hear before pushing two fingers into you, earning a sweet and pleasurable moan from you. He almost immediately picked up his pace, thrusting in and out rather quickly, which made you beg for more. 
“Faster.. Faster!” 
It took almost less than a minute before you came all over his fingers, and he took them out and placed them into your mouth, wanting you to savour your cum. As your breathing stabilised, he immediately commanded that you turn around and position yourself against the headrest of your bed. You were stunned, to say the least, so he had to physically help you again by placing both your hands on the headrest while he got himself comfortably under you, directly under your clit. 
“Since you wanted me to pleasure you so badly, I’ll be nice and offer you once more.” 
Without another word, his hands resting on both sides of your hips immediately dragged you down, and he began kissing and sucking your core rather hungrily. If you thought your moans were loud and messy enough during the first phase, you were so wrong. This felt so much better, and you wished nothing more but to stay like this for a while. 
Sangyeon took his time exploring every crook and cranny of your core, ensuring he was taking in all of the sweetness while his top priority was to pleasure you well. Oh, you would definitely rate both his glorious hands and tongue a grade A+ for sure. 
Your continuous moans and whimpers turned him on even more, and he began sucking a little harder while picking up his pace again. He knew you were about to reach your high and couldn’t wait for it to come.
“Oh my god, more! Sangyeon! Don’t stop!” 
Eventually, you also find yourself rocking your hips onto his face, both now desperately trying to make your cum come faster as possible. 
“I-I’m cumming!” 
A few seconds later, you released your sweet love juice all over Sangyeon while trying to calm yourself down. It took a while for him to savour all of it before he eventually got himself up and positioned you so that you were now straddling his lap. 
“I guess you are now ready for the next round.” 
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A/N: if you thought the self-insertion was strong then yes it is (i practically wrote this for me 🤡)
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tinytinyblogs · 8 months
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Sunwoo As Your Boyfriend
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Boyfriend
(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%
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Sunwoo is the type of boyfriend who you can lean on. He is mature, smart, and knows how to take care of you. He is also romantic and will always make you feel special. He is always there for you. He is the first person you want to call when you have good news or bad news. He is always there to listen and to offer support. He is mature and responsible. He can handle anything that comes his way, and he always puts you first. He is smart and funny. He can make you laugh even when you are feeling down. He knows how to take care of you. He will cook for you, clean for you, and do whatever he can to make your life easier. He is romantic. He will surprise you with flowers, gifts, and thoughtful gestures. He always makes you feel special. He is always honest with you. He will never lie to you or betray your trust. He is supportive of your dreams. He will always encourage you to follow your dreams and to achieve your goals. He is patient and understanding. He knows that you are not perfect, and he will always be there for you, even when you make mistakes.
Sunwoo loves to fall asleep around you. He loves the feeling of being close to you and the warmth you give him. He also loves the feeling of being safe and secure in your arms. He likes to cuddle with you. He loves the feeling of your arms around him and your body against his. He likes you to hold his hand. He loves the feeling of your hand in his and it makes him feel connected to you. Sunwoo loves the feeling of not being alone. He feels safe and secure when he is with you, and he knows that he can always count on you.
Sunwoo would obviously take you on a beach date. He loves the beach so much, and going with you would be another level of happiness for him. He loves the feeling of the sand between his toes. He would love to walk hand-in-hand with you on the beach and feel the sand between his toes. He loves the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. He would love to sit on the beach with you and listen to the waves crashing against the shore. He loves the feeling of being close to you. He would love to cuddle with you on the beach and feel your warmth against his skin. Sunwoo would also love to do some activities with you on the beach. He might want to go swimming, build sandcastles, or just relax and enjoy the view. A beach date with Sunwoo would be a perfect day. He would be so happy to spend time with you in his favorite place.
When Sunwoo spots you in a crowded place, he will ignore everyone else and make a beeline for you. He will have a sweet smile on his face and he will give you the best hug he can muster. He will tell you how much he loves to see you and how happy he is to be with you. Sunwoo will tell you how much he loves to see you in a way that makes you feel special. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys spending time with you.
When you're with Sunwoo, you can't help but laugh. He has a way of making you feel comfortable and relaxed, and you can always be yourself around him. You both have a lot of similarities, so it's easy to understand each other. You love to play around and tell jokes, and you always have a good time together. You might make up silly songs or dances. You'll laugh so hard that your sides hurt. You might tell each other jokes that only you find funny. You'll laugh until you cry. Sunwoo makes your day full of happiness and fun. He always knows how to make you laugh, and he always knows how to make you feel special. You love spending time with him, and you know that you can always count on him to make you smile.
Sunwoo is not afraid to show you his broken side. He will let you know when he is feeling down, and he will let you know when he is struggling. He will cry in front of you, and he will tell you all of his problems. He knows that you will listen to him and that you will help him to feel better. He trusts you. He knows that you will not judge him, and he knows that you will not tell anyone else about his problems. He needs your help. He knows that he cannot solve his problems on his own, and he needs your support. He loves you. He wants to be able to be himself around you, and he wants you to see all of him, even the broken parts. Sunwoo loves all the attention you give him when he is feeling down. He loves the way you listen to him, and he loves the way you make him feel better. He knows that he can always count on you to be there for him, and he is grateful for your love and support. When you make Sunwoo feel better after a rough day, it makes you feel good too. You feel happy that you could help him, and you feel loved that he trusts you enough to share his problems with you. You know that you are making a difference in his life, and that is a great feeling. Being there for Sunwoo when he is feeling down is a privilege. It is a sign that he trusts you and loves you, and it is an opportunity to show him how much you care. If you are lucky enough to have Sunwoo in your life, cherish him and be there for him when he needs you.
Sunwoo loves to call you randomly just to remind you that he loves you. He doesn't care what time it is, he just wants to hear your voice and tell you how much he cares. Sunwoo's random calls are a sign of his love for you. He loves you so much that he can't help but tell you how he feels, even if it's in the middle of the night.
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winterchimez · 6 months
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A Little Care | Lee Sangyeon
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SUMMARY: you have been awfully stressed out with work lately, and your boyfriend notices how it has affected you negatively, so he finally decides to give you some care for the night.
PAIRING: bf Sangyeon x f!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: kissing, making out, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), nipple play, cum tasting (f! reader), p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls do it safely irl folks)
WORD COUNT: 2,253
A/N: so i know i've said from the beginning how i would never write smut... well, something snapped and things happened so here we are 🤡 huge shoutout to my loves @sungbeam & @juyeonszn for proofreading this & reassuring me that it's okay ily both 😭🩵 this is my very first smut, so pls bear with me ><
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The pouring rain that was hitting the train windows was making you ten times worse than you already were. 
It has been such a hectic few weeks for you at the office, but today was the worst of them all. Apparently, your director has been disregarding their employees' well-being and instead kept giving every single one of you more workload than you could’ve possibly endured. They have also made it clear that there will be no exception for losing the deadlines as they are now finally trying their awful best to fix up the company’s image before their subsidiary arrives in Seoul in the coming weeks for a visit. 
Hence, you have been working way overtime each day at the office, and by the time you have gotten home, it was already late enough to the point that most times, you would immediately crash onto your bed and skip dinner. 
Even spending less time with your boyfriend, Sangyeon.
You both have been in a relationship for two years and recently moved in together at the start of the year as Sangyeon managed to transfer to another branch much closer to where you lived. You were thrilled, to say the least, because that would save you plenty of time to take the one-hour bus ride to the city he used to work in back then. 
Ever since moving in with Sangyeon, he has been absolutely the best towards you. He noticed how your hours were much more tedious than he was, and he offered to cook dinner for most of the days while you were in charge of making the lunch boxes for you both since he would be home first than you most of the time. He was also already in his seventh year working for his company, so as one of the higher-ups, his timing was much more flexible, and he basically worked from home at least three times a week. 
Sangyeon has definitely noticed the change in you. Every time he brings it up, you have decided to turn him down instead, saying how you would rather not talk about it and move on to other much more pleasant topics that you both loved—music, films, and some random cafes that you both found on social media where you both would like to pay a visit on your next weekend date. 
And he respected your decision. Even during your weekly Sunday dates with one another, only a little about work would be mentioned, and you both would have the best days with one another, walking hand-in-hand through the streets while munching on your favourite bubble waffles topped off with ice cream. 
But it seemed as if something had snapped within you today. Your emotions were all over the place, and you just couldn’t wait to get back home and dive into his embrace. 
I just want some cuddles and comfort for the love of God.
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“Hey, babe! Welcome home!” 
Sangyeon immediately popped his head out from the kitchen and peered through the door when he heard you unlocking the door open. He quickly approached you while turning the stove off and took your bags into his hands instead. 
“How’s my baby today?” He gave you the biggest smile that you have always loved. His radiant smile would always melt away all your negativity and make you feel much better. 
What he did not expect today was that you immediately dived into his embrace, with tears you have been desperately holding back for the entire day streaming down your face. 
He was pretty taken aback for sure, for the only time you would ever do this was when you two were both cuddling watching a sad film or when you finally got promoted at your job a year prior. Given your demeanour, he knew that something was wrong. 
“Baby… it’s ok. You know you can let it all out, right? You don’t have to hold them back no more.” He cooed while wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back to calm you down. 
“Sangyeon… I… Why is it just so hard to be happy with my work?” You sniffed, trying your best to talk through your tears. 
“I’ve joined the company because I admired their work ethic and environment. Why is it so different from what I have imagined? Why do fame and money bring out the ugliest in people? Why do they have zero empathy towards our employees who work so hard for them?” 
You were a crying mess, and you just couldn’t stop blabbing out the most profound thoughts you have had for several weeks. You were the type to bottle up your emotions, and you would instead take them to the grave and figure them out yourself. You knew it was your bad trait, which led to you not giving yourself enough time and care towards your physical and mental well-being. And the last thing you want to do is trouble your sweetheart, who has done so much for you. 
But tonight, you have decided that enough was enough, and you couldn’t care less if you finally showed your boyfriend your weakest moment because you just did not have the strength to keep it up anymore. 
When your breathing stabilised, Sangyeon finally cups your face to lift it and look straight into his eyes. “Baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through the shittiest management and deal with their nasty jobs. I may be unable to loosen your workload, but I can surely take care of you if that’s what you want.” 
“But you always take care of me, Sangyeon.” You sniffed.
“I know. But, maybe tonight I could give you some special treatment.” 
You giggled and wiped your tears away. “Okay, and what is this special treatment? Will you give me a spa day?”
It was there, and then you noticed how your boyfriend’s eyes had somewhat slightly darkened, and he was now eyeing both your lips and neck. He then gently drops your belongings onto one of the chairs nearby, and his hands now find their way to pull down the turtleneck top you were wearing.  
“Something much better than a spa day.” 
The next thing that happens, he crashes his lips onto yours, savouring them like there’s no tomorrow. This was different, much more different than what you were used to. Sure, you both have had plenty of kisses with one another, even having slow and sensual ones where you would have each other’s tongues in your mouth. But this was different. It seemed a lot more hasty and perhaps accompanied by lust. 
The soft and sweet Sangyeon you have been accustomed to was gone. Instead, he looked like a beast, thirsty and hungry, as if he had not been fed for a while. 
From the back of your mind, you knew you had to stop and question what turned him on. But with the way his tongue wrapped around yours and he was leaving no room for you to catch your breath, it was impossible for you to think straight at the moment. 
His hands now travel down to your hips, and he eventually forces you to jump and wrap your legs around him as he lays you on the countertop. That was when one of his hands slowly reached down, massaged one of your thighs, and eventually moved to your underwear. 
You gasped and were about to stop him, but he beat you to it. He rubbed your clit, all puffy and pink and sensitive, turning him on even more than before. 
“Baby, just trust me,” he cooed and proceeded to pick up his speed. At the same time, he breaks off the kiss and moves his lips down to your neck, sucking your bare skin. Your moans were getting out of control, each getting louder as his fingers worked their way around your tight opening. When you were finally relaxed enough to his liking, he inserted two fingers into you, earning a loud gasp as you tilted your head back. His fingers plunged in and out of you, his pace increasing. 
You couldn’t think straight. How could you? When your boyfriend is literally fingering you while sucking your neck at the same time. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so good at the moment. 
“S-sangyeon… please…”
“Tell me what you want baby.” 
“I... I want you… down there…” 
Immediately, he smirked and pulled his fingers out as he positioned himself right between your thighs. “I never knew you had this within you, baby. And I’m loving it a whole lot.” 
Sangyeon brings himself towards your clit, licking and kissing while inserting his fingers back into your hole. It did not take him long to insert his tongue into your opening. 
Dear God, you were in heaven. 
“M-more.. Sangyeon… don’t stop.. aaah–” 
As he quicked his pace, and so did your breathing and moans. It wasn’t for long when you finally came, and Sangyeon did his best trying to savour all of your juices. He then lifts his head back up to look at you while diving his lips back onto yours for you to savour the taste of your own cum.
“Baby, you taste so good. How about a round two?”
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One thing led to another, and now you were lying naked on your bed. You have been with Sangyeon for two years and have never been naked in front of your boyfriend. And it was also your first time to see how glorious his body proportions were and how refined his muscles and abs were. 
He slowly climbs onto you and lays his hands on your bare skin. You shivered at the contact, you never knew your boyfriend would be so skilled with those glorious hands of his, touching and massaging every bit and corner of your body. He eventually finds their way to your breasts, which you have covered up by wrapping your arms around you. He slowly takes them apart to reveal your bare breasts to him.
“Why would you cover these up? You look so goddamn beautiful to me right now.” 
His lips dove to your right while his hands massaged your left. He circled around your hardened nipples while giving them a little suck every few rounds. You did not know how much your body would react to such a simple action of his, your toes curling and arching at the stimulation. It turned you on so much, and you dug your fingers into his soft brown hair to push him down to suck on them more. 
His free hand now travels back down onto your clit, rubbing it slowly once again to keep you nice and loose. 
“Baby... do you trust me?” 
That was when you opened your eyes and clearly noticed his big bulge poking throughout his boxers, eager to make its way into you. God, you were about to lose your virginity now for real. 
“I... I don’t know, Sangyeon. I’m scared.” 
“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle. And I made you a promise that I will take care of you.” he murmured while giving a gentle squeeze to your hips. 
With that, you slowly nodded before Sangyeon eventually pulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. He slowly lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing your core to capture all your wetness. 
He peered up at you. “Babe. Are you ready?” 
Blinking, you had to take a moment to suck in a massive breath before nodding your head. In one swift movement, he pushes his member into your tight walls, earning a loud whimper from you. Your body quivered at the contact, and your boyfriend came down to you, wiping your tears away. 
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll give you a few moments to adjust. Hmm?” Even while you both were doing the deed, he was still considerate and ensured you felt comfortable and safe above anything else. 
As you tried calming your breathing down again, you finally gave him a nod, meaning he could proceed. He started slow, dragging his member in and out of your pussy for you to get used to it, all while showering you with plenty of kisses on your lips and around your face. 
When your whimpers slowly turn into soft moans, you let him know that he could pick up the pace. The pain that once bothered you was now long gone and was replaced with pleasure. Your fingers in his hair slid down to his bare back, and you couldn’t help but slightly dig your nails into his skin, which turned him on more. 
“S-sangyeon… faster…” you begged him; you were desperately trying to reach that high.
“Are you sure—you can handle it—baby?” He asked in between his groans. 
“Y-yes.. I want… more…” You replied weakly. 
Your wish was his command, and both of your moans now filled your room and the entire apartment. 
“I-I’m.. cumming.. Sangyeon..”
“Me too, babe—where—do you want me—”
“In..inside... please!” 
Immediately, after a few more thrusts, both of you came together. Sangyeon then leans down and buries his face in the crook of your neck, both of you trying your best to catch your breath. When you both finally came down on your high, your boyfriend broke off the silence. 
“So, did I somewhat manage to care for you today, princess?” 
You turned your head to lock your eyes with him before planting a soft peck on his lips. 
“You have done more than care for me, my prince.”
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A/N: i will pretend that i did not write this at all goodbye—
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sangyeonsofthours · 1 year
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"where do you think you're going?" your sudden raspy voice almost hurts from its roughness in the silent bedroom.
you had just spent the last ten minutes struggling against a deep slumber after one long pleasurable session with your fuck buddy, who was meant to be cuddling you right now instead of putting back his clothes. you just can’t believe this little piece of heaven is already in his jeans, almost ready to leave you.
on the other way around, sangyeon spent the said ten minutes trying to slip away from your arms without disturbing your sleep. but as if right on cue, when his arms attempted to slip his shirt on, you had to come back from dreamland and turn his exit harder than it already was.
“i have a class at 10 today” he sighs, shirt still hanging out on his broad shoulders, halfway through being put on, "you know i can't skip it anymore". with his back still facing you and only his head tuned to the side, he throws you a little smile.
“you said that five classes ago” you say, and the real battle begins when you throw him a devilish smirk.
detangling your naked body from the white sheets you can’t help but notice how the bedroom floor is a mess after last night’s activities, with your clothes discarded all over it. not that it is such new information since it always happens when you and sangyeon are too thirsty and desperate for each other.
“come back!” you say, approaching the man before you.
“uh-” you push yourself up against sangyeon’s naked back, delicately letting your fingers touch his slim waist in a caress you know he loves. sangyeon’s body is warm, just like his personality. and you try to steal as much of his warmth as you can, leaning down to kiss his shoulder with feather-like kisses, keeping your eyes in the tiny side part you can see from his face, studying his reaction.
you follow a path up reaching just under his ear and sangyeon can’t help but giggle, finding your behavior too cute, as he lets go of his shirt to take your hands into his, bringing them to fully hug him from behind. you rub your nose against his neck causing a fit of chills to erupt down the man’s skin.
the scene could look kinda erotic, like some romatic aesthetic movie maybe. your naked chest is pressed agains sangyeon's back and the morning sunlight coming through the curtains infuses a yellow aura into your room. it makes your skin and sangyeon's glow. it’s beautiful and cozy.
see, that’s the problem with being friends with benefits. you crave sangyeon’s presence and affection, still, you’re incapable of vocalizing it in the right way.
so all you do is beg him to stay.
“don’t go” your voice is just a low mumble now, and this garners sangyeon’s attention. it’s your bedroom voice, a tone you very much reserve for him, when you want him completely weak for you.
and sangyeon wants so bad to say no, not because he doesn’t want to stay but because he thinks it would be better that he didn’t.
so that’s it. you both are just such dumbers in love.
what started out as just some casual friends with benefits relationship between you and lee sangyeon, grew into something that is now completely out of control. and you’re both growing attached to each other, spending most of your free time together, doing things that your mutual friends would point as… couple things. can you imagine that? developing more than just platonic feelings towards your fuck buddy?
it's confusing. still, you do what your heart wants you to do.
“stay, please?” you beg and unbeknown to you, sangyeon does just the same.
“alright, i’ll stay… but just this time.”
“hm, that’s debatable” you hum, lips curving into a big grin as the man of your dreams just turns around in your embrace, leaning right in to kiss you hard like a starved man, hugging you tight against his body.
and even though you don’t know it yet, both of your hearts flutter for each other.
n/a: ok... so... i guess i'm back???? im sorry for any mistakes, that's not proof readen, i just wrote it in a rush bc of INSPIRATION and asdjqwaçsdlska i dont know, what do you guys think about it? ill try to be more active now I PROMISE
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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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ericsprincess · 6 months
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yours for the taking PART 2
nc-17, smut, boyfriend!Sangyeon, body worship, pegging, anal fingering, lingerie (on Sangyeon), thigh riding
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part 1 here
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A/N: You know who is this for ;)
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“Are you done? Can I go look?” you’re pretty much vibrating with excitement. You’re sitting on the bed, swinging your feet, all giddy. 
“I- I’m not sure? I can’t tell if it’s all in the correct places. there are too many…straps…” 
“If it’s wrong, I’ll fix it for you, just come out already,” you whine. You’re a bit tipsy from the champagne you had this evening and it makes you a bit more annoying than usual. But you can’t help it - today is your birthday and you already celebrated it with your coworkers at work, friends after work, and now, with all your friends on the way home, leftover pizza and cake in the fridge and your living room already cleaned up, it’s time for the main event. A little private celebration with your boyfriend, something you’ve been looking for the whole day. Especially since he promised to give you something particular as a gift. 
“Okay, but I swear I look stupid,” Sangyeon’s grumbly voice sounds back from the bathroom. 
“Let me be the judge of that,” you reply and crane your neck to see better. Sangyeon finally steps out from the bathroom, doing his best to not look totally awkward, but you don’t even care. 
He’s wearing a nice black set of lingerie made from a somewhat sheer lace, with straps and little bows, selected and ordered by you, specifically for your birthday. The top is a soft bralette, perfect around his muscular pecs, making them look almost like tits, the sheer material showing his nipples, and the bottom is a nice pair of panties with brazilian cut (“So that I can see your ass better!”). The panties are clearly working overtime to contain his cock and balls, and you can see both peek from the sides, where the fabric is just not enough to cover them. Sangyeon seems to be particularly awkward about that, because he keeps trying to pull the panties to cover him properly, to no avail. The straps are located in all the strategic places, cutting softly into his flesh, and it makes you want to snap them so badly, making Sangyeon flinch a little from the unexpected pain. 
“Baby, you look really good, trust me,” you’re almost drooling, and you beckon him to come closer. He visibly forces himself to relax a bit, obviously trying to shake off the awkwardness, telling himself it’s only the two of you and not a big deal. He slowly approaches the bed where you’re sitting, almost towering over you. You slowly look up, drinking up the sight of his body, and try to not visibly drool over his muscular legs, chiseled abs, wide shoulders, but especially your most favorite part of your boyfriend - his beautiful full chest. 
You run your hands over his thighs and ass, squeezing in appreciation. His body is hard from muscle and yet soft and warm, thanks to him not being too lean. You brush your hands over his abs, up to his pecs and grab one, squeezing and rubbing it as if it was an actual breast, feeling his nipple harden. So good. You pinch it a little over the bralette, and smirk at your boyfriend who is still trying to suppress any reaction he deems as embarrassing. You can’t have that, and the only thing that deters you from just going to town and torturing his tits until he squeals and whines, are the plans you already made for this evening. 
Speaking of. 
You move your hands down his back until you reach the hem of his panties. He needs to step a bit closer, and his cock is right in front of your face now, and you can see him being already hard, already leaking. You resist nuzzling your face into it and getting a deep breath of his scent, as you know this could very well end up with you wanting to suck him off, but today is not for that. 
Sneaking your hand into his panties, you’re not wasting time and slip your finger right between his butcheeks and- Oh. He’s already slick and wet. You try to push in and your two fingers enter him without any resistance. Sangyeon gasps, with closed eyes and grabs your shoulder.
“You already prepared, baby?” you look up. His face is red and he looks like he would like to avoid your eyes but he doesn’t. “There was no need to, I would have done it for you..” you smile, pushing your fingers further inside. Sangyeon whimpers, losing his composure a bit already.
“Yeah..I mean, it’s a gift for you. You shouldn’t have to work for it.” He speaks so quietly he’s almost whispering. 
“That’s so nice of you,” you lean forward to kiss along his abs, while slowly moving your fingers in and out of him. “Not only do I get your hole as a birthday gift, but you just serve it to me on a golden platter. Couldn’t even ask for more,” you laugh quietly, knowing very well you could have asked for more - and he would give it to you anyways.
You pull your fingers out of him. “Get on the bed, on your back,” you command and Sangyeon nods. He climbs onto the bed as you stand up from it, removing your clothes. He lies down and even though you’re turned away from him, you can feel his eyes on you. You take off all your clothes, wincing as you’re peeling your wet panties off you, throwing them somewhere in the general direction of the laundry basket. Leaning over, you open the drawer of your night stand. 
“Close your eyes, Sangyeon,” you say, and he obeys. 
“It’s okay, I can see you put it on, I will not get second thoughts by seeing it,” he snorts, but keeps his eyes closed. 
“It’s not that,” you fumble with the straps. “I just want you to feel it first.”
You finally manage to buckle yourself into the harness and you reach into the drawer again for a lube. The tube clicks when you open it and rubbing it over the strapped on dildo makes a squelchy sound - Sangyeon can’t see it, but he can definitely hear, and his breath is getting quicker. His cock is now straining in the panties, leaking precum through them. 
You get on the bed and Sangyeon instinctively spreads his legs to make room for you. You take a second to admire his beautiful muscular body and pull his legs further apart and up, to take a look at his cock and balls under the tiny panties. You contemplate whether to just pull them down slightly to get the access to his hole or if it would be better to take them off completely and you decide to get rid of them - it will be nice to see his cock flop around as you thrust into him. 
You bring the strap close to his hole and gently rub over it with the tip, just to get him used to it, so that he’s not surprised. His eyes are still closed and he’s grasping the bedsheets in anticipation.
“Open your eyes, baby,” you say quietly, pushing in. Sangyeons eyes flutter open and he just gasps, as you slowly push the dildo inside of him. 
“Good?” you check and he nods. He prepared thoroughly, as you felt a few minutes ago. He’s blushing and starting to sweat and it’s adorable, so you lean forward, propping yourself on your hands on each side of him and kiss him. “Can I move?” you whisper and he replies with moving his pelvis a bit to thrust against you. 
You start fucking him, first slowly, so that his hole gets used to the surely unnatural feeling, but when you can see Sangyeon is not in any discomfort anymore, you pick up the pace. 
You lean back from him to see better - his face is red and his eyes are closed and he’s gasping and whining in low voice, trying to not make much sound, even though he knows he can and that you like it - he’s still embarrased about it, about being fucked by his girlfriend, about liking it. 
His cock is almost fully hard and leaking and it’s indeed flopping around with the rhythm of your thrusts. You have half a mind to grab it and jerk him off, but you really don’t want him to finish too soon, before you enjoy him to the fullest. 
And the best part - his glorious tits, bouncing contained in the bralette. You could drool just from the sight. You take one hand off his thigh and grope his tit while fucking him and you really wish you were a bit taller so you could reach forwards and suck on it while you’re fucking him. 
But there is no need - he’s losing his mind anyways, he’s touching and grabbing you wherever he can to get you closer to him, deeper in him. 
But you don’t want him to come like that. 
“On all fours baby,” you order, and that wakes him up from his pleasure, disoriented at the first second. But he gets it right then and scrambles up to get up and turn, giving you barely any time to pull out. 
The sight in front of you - a muscular, tanned man in front of you, presenting you his fucked out hole, that’s all just for you and because of you - it almost makes you want to change plans, get rid of the strap and get yourself to come with rubbing your clit as you finger and stretch his hole further. But you’re not the one to ditch a carefully prepared plan so you prevail. 
You push the dildo back to him, listening to his moans, and after a few perfunctory thrusts you thrust as deep as you can into him, and just grind your hips, pressing onto his prostate the whole time, without any mercy, no moment where you would ease up on him. 
Sangyeon whines, almost sobs with pleasure, but you won’t make it easy on him. You lean forwards, your front to his back and without stopping your movement you grope his tits from behind with your both hands. He’s breathing so heavily and despite the pleasure, he still needs to keep himself up, now with the added weight of you. His arms are shaking, and he’s close to his limits. 
“Y/N, please…” he finally finds his words and you pinch his nipple in reply. 
“What do you want?” you ask, enjoying the contrast of his broken voice and yours almost unaffected one. You’re dying for some stimulation, but since you’re not really getting any, at least not in places that matter, you’re only slightly out of breath. And the deprivation is also making you meaner than usual. 
“Make me come, please…please I can’t take it anymore,” he begs, all shame and embarrassment thrown to the wind.
“Should I?” you ask deviously and grab his cock, squeezing it hard. 
“Yes, please, I beg you, please I need to come,” his hands give up and he plants himself into the pillow, moaning sounds muffled. 
“Okay baby,” you laugh. You’re a benevolent girlfriend anyways. “Cum for me,” you say while taking a proper hold of his cock, jerking him off quickly, but not forgetting to keep abusing his prostate, so that he doesn’t know whether to fuck forwards or backwards, and so he cums. Almost endless spurts of cum, landing on your bedsheets, while Sangyeon can’t catch a breath from all the sobbing and moaning. 
You gently slow down, both your hand and hips, taking time so he can calm down from his orgasm. You pull out of him and he just slumps half dead on the bed. 
He looks five seconds from either passing out of falling asleep, but you won’t give him a break. Not yet, not when you haven’t come yet - it’s your birthday still. 
“Turn on your back.”
Sangyeon obeys, even though it looks like it’s taking all of his remaining strength to do so. 
The sight is stunning. He’s all sweaty, with red splotches, blushing cheeks and even some tear stains on his face. You can’t wait anymore. 
“Can I ride your thigh?” you ask, but you’re already unclipping the harness and climbing on his leg, before he even hums his agreement with a lazy satisfied smile.
You’re so wet it’s actually dripping from you and you don’t waste a second. You rub your pussy on his thigh hard, riding it fast and quick to get yourself to come quickly, gasping from pleasure while Sangyeon runs his warm palms over your hips and ass. 
But you need just one more thing, for the evening to be perfect. 
You lean forward, pull on his bralette so one of his tits pops out and you lick it before sucking on it, groping the other one. 
Sangyeon gasps and squirms under you, no doubt the feeling being overstimulating for him now, but you ignore that and suck on his tit, biting the nipple, enjoying his hands grabbing you harder and harder, the more you torture his chest. 
“He’s so nice,” you think. “I could do anything and he would let me,” and with this thought you’re finally coming, letting his nipple go, riding your orgasm out while he helps you move. 
Collapsing on his body, you’re completely out of breath and as sweaty as Sangyeon.
“I think I’m dead.” you groan.
“YOU think you’re dead?” he asks disbelievingly. 
“Yeah..fucking is too exhaustive, I’m glad it’s your job,” you mumble into his chest. Actually. “Well, maybe except birthdays, then I can take over,” you smirk and look up to wink at him.
Sangyeon rolls his eyes. 
“Geez. I am really curious what gift you will demand next year,” he sighs contentedly. 
“Don’t worry baby,” you snort. “I have a list.”
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sungbeam · 10 months
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𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 — 01
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part one: heaven only knows where you've been
nonidol!lee sangyeon x fem!reader
2.1k words, est. relationship au, fluff, romance, swear words, low-key just ooey-gooey, proposal au; sangyeon knows that you're the one, and he's ready to run headfirst into forever with you.
a/n: this was supposed to be a full oneshot LMAO but i'm trying to see if people like it enough for me to continue (_ _;) the motivation has been very low lately y'all
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IT was the summer after his senior year of university that Lee Sangyeon knew he was going to marry you.
He was among the few out of your big group of mutual friends to graduate this year, and instead of a high school-esque grad party, all of you decided to book rooms at one of the fancy ass hotels downtown and live like royalty for a weekend.
It had been in the maknaes' room that everyone gathered round to play a game of One Night Werewolf, armchairs and desk chairs and pillows dragged over toward the couch in the living room of their suite. Jacob's phone sat in the center of the glass coffee table, silenced now that the round had ended in an explosion of disbelief.
"NOOOOO!"
"I knew it! I fucking knew it—"
"I cannot believe she pulled a Chanhee."
All of the commotion was directed toward you, who sat innocently on the couch, squeezed between Jacob's and Younghoon's partners. Your cheeks were flushed and your skin glowed with a beautiful, warm flush, your grin lighting up the room. Victory sang loudly in your eyes, and goddamn, if Sangyeon didn't find you so alluringly attractive even if you just fooled the entire group to win the game.
You could only shrug, fiddling with your Tanner card. Even your inherent modesty couldn't suppress the smile on your face. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Look, you guys know I can't lie to save my life," you said, "so this one's on you for just assuming I was a werewolf."
Sunwoo and Eric grumbled their reluctant agreement, followed by everyone else.
Sangyeon didn't know what it was about you tonight—or rather, you every night, every minute of every day—but if he could spend the rest of his life chasing that beautiful smile, then he could die a happy man. There was something so attractive about the simple, yet genius way you knew how to manipulate your own weaknesses into a strength, to wield it like a blade. It was effortless.
Changmin was groaning again, bickering back and forth with Chanhee about "influencing your tactic", mainly because Chanhee had committed a similar act to you in the very first round (except, Chanhee was actually a very skilled liar, unlike you). Somebody was going around collecting everyone's cards to shuffle up and start up a new game, and in the midst of all the madness, you felt a pair of eyes on you.
You turned your head, mid-laugh, and met Sangyeon's pair of shining crescent moons. Your posture and gaze softened, but your smile widened. It had been three years (and counting) since he first asked you out, since he asked you to be his. He'd been relatively quiet this round, and so you mouthed to him with your head tilted to the side, 'Everything okay?'
A smile pressed into his cheeks. 'Everything's perfect.'
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It wasn't until two years later that Sangyeon announced to Jacob and Kevin that he was going to propose. The three of them had been hanging out at Kevin's place watching a baseball game on TV, their bodies lounging on recliners with drinks in their hands.
Kevin fell completely out of his chair at the news, while Jacob's eyes went comically wide. "FINALLY!" Kevin squawked from the floor, grunting as he hauled himself back up into his chair while massaging his sore backside with a grimace.
Sangyeon raised his eyebrows, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. "What's that supposed to mean?" He laughed nervously. Had you said something to Kevin before?
Kevin deadpanned at him. "Dude, respectfully, if you weren't going to wife her up anytime soon, I was gonna do it for you!"
Sangyeon's mouth opened to retort, quite furiously, he might add—but Jacob wisely put both his hands up to physically step in for damage control.
"What he meant to say," Jacob said with a pointed look at a sheepish Kevin, "was that we are very happy for you, hyung. When's it happening?"
Ah. Well… Sangyeon winced to himself, knocking back a bit of alcohol. "Okay, I don't have all the details worked out—"
Kevin slapped his hand to his forehead. "You don't even have the ring, do you?"
"No—"
Even Jacob covered his mouth. "He doesn't even have the ring."
With a melodramatic whimper, Kevin shook with a feigned sob. "If you liked it, then you should've put a ring on it."
Sangyeon sighed, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. To be honest, he thought telling Jacob and Kevin first was the smart choice, but then again, if he went to any of his friends and told them that he didn't have the ring yet, then he'd receive reactions similar to this one. Even if he went to their partners, he might get smacked around. It was simply the fate of being the eldest.
Moreover, he had only just decided he was going to propose to you. You graduated a year after him, and now you both had stable jobs. The two of you had moved in together awhile ago, but it was only at this very moment that Sangyeon let his mind wander to the "next step". Coming home to you every evening and waking up to you every morning had become his status quo, one that he was infinitely blessed with. He couldn't imagine starting and ending his days with anyone else, and perhaps both you and him had been so busy lately that neither of you could really sit down and talk about beyond.
Sure, the topic of marriage and kids had come up at some point. Sangyeon had even seen a glimpse of your wedding Pinterest board once, and you even knew the exact way he wanted to renovate your future home together. And two kids—you both wanted two kids and a dog.
Okay, so maybe the topic hadn't just come up. But it was about time that the ball kept rolling, no matter how much Sangyeon wanted to take his time with you. A part of him couldn't wait to get to 'forever' with you. No, all of him couldn't wait, not anymore.
The next day, Sangyeon went ring shopping with Kevin and Jacob in tow. Both of the latter's partners were also told to be close to their phones to give their opinions on each design choice.
Sangyeon had never thought about the ring. There were vague options that cycled through each imagined proposal concocted in his head, but none of them had stuck. It had to be perfect, though, that was all he knew and the very thing stuck at the front of his brain as he and his friends hopped from jeweler to jeweler.
Three hours, six shops, and two iced Americanos (each) later, Sangyeon hunched over a case of diamond-topped white gold bands. He wasn't very optimistic at this point, and even Jacob and Kevin had wandered over to a different section of the store to try on bracelets.
Sangyeon's eyes swept over the vast sea of sparkling jewels, each more radiant than the last. They were all either too expensive, too cheesy, or just not the one. There was also the option of going with a rock that wasn't diamond, but Sangyeon always drew himself toward the diamond section, unwilling to look anywhere else.
From his pants pocket, his phone buzzed the familiar ringtone he had set for your specific call. He dragged a hand down his face, but he couldn't help the soft, happy sigh from his mouth as he picked up. "Hey, baby. What's up?"
He nestled his phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued to judge the rows of rings in the case below.
"Love, I'm picking up dinner!" Your voice came out in sharp, strained huffs as if you were running and trying to catch your breath. "Almost missed… almost missed the train! Whoo—holy shit, I'm out of shape," you hissed.
Sangyeon chuckled when he heard you curse again and yell at someone to hold the door for you. Only when you were safely on and vocally announced that you had your butt in a seat, did he reply. "Glad you made it."
"Me too," you panted. "This is why I don't go to the gym; this is so embarrassing."
"I thought you don't go to the gym because you'd just stare at me the whole time," he teased, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk.
You stammered on the other end of the line. "You're—you can't just say that to me in public."
He laughed a little more at that, eyes flickering around him to make sure no one was giving him a glare in the quiet shop. His attention swiftly went back to the jewel case with his eyebrows creased together. This time, however, his eyes caught the glint of one ring in particular. It was one of the many diamonds seated upon white gold bands, but this one was cut in a marquise style: a slim oval at the center with smaller diamonds branching out to create a sort of floral shape around it. There was something so simple, yet elegant about its look.
Sangyeon felt his heart leap in his chest. This one. This was the one.
"—Sangyeon? Honey, you there?"
He cleared his throat, his eyes searching the store for a sales clerk and curling his fingers toward him to signal him to come over. From the corner of his eyes, he spied Jacob and Kevin catch on and begin to make their way over, too. "Yea—yeah," he grappled, "sorry, babe, thought I saw something. What were you saying?"
He licked his lips, straightening, and grabbing the phone with his non-dominant hand so he could point out the ring to the three others surrounding him.
Jacob and Kevin could hardly contain their squeals as they grinned at each other, their hands slamming together so they could grab each other and shake the other's body.
"Oh, uh, nothing. You were just quiet for a bit… where are you, by the way? Should I wait to get dinner?"
Sangyeon mouthed, 'This one' to the sales clerk, furiously jabbing his pointer finger down at the glass case. "Uh," he winced, palm coming to his forehead as he racked his brain for a sensible answer, "I'm out with Kev and Cobie right now, but I'll be home in time for dinner. I'm okay with anything you're craving."
The sales clerk quietly retrieved the ring from the glass case, the diamonds glinting like rainbows in the shop's lighting. Sangyeon's eyes went wide as he gently took the ring in his fingers and inspected the piece.
It was gorgeous. Holy shit.
"Kev and Cobie?" You parroted. "Oh, say hi to them for me! And I'll just grab something from the Thai place down the street."
"Sounds great, baby." Sangyeon bit down hard on his lower lip as he broke into a wide, almost hysterical grin. He mouthed to the jeweler your ring size, a number he had memorized for an embarrassingly long time now. After handing the ring back over, he turned slightly away from everyone so he could finally focus on you. "Sorry, I've been a little distracted, but did you have a good day?"
He could hear the sounds of the train's robotic lady voice announcing the stop for home. Shuffling from your end, then, "That's okay," you chirped, your voice growing soft as you walked further away from hustle and bustle, and closer to the quieter street your apartment complex was on. "I know you were probably busy when I called. My day was okay, but I just—" you sighed as a door thumped closed, "—I'm just happy to be home now. Can't wait to see you."
Sangyeon could feel the tug in his chest, as if the connection between you two was pulling him, urging him home to you. "Can't wait to see you, too, Yn," he replied softly. He knocked his knuckles against one of the glass cases. "Tell you what? If you place the order, I'll just pick the food up on my way home, how's that sound? You should just rest, love."
There was another door slam on your end. "I love you," you breathed in relief.
His heart sputtered in his chest, a small laugh falling from his lips. "You know I love you more."
He could hear the smile in your voice. "This isn't a competition, Mr. Lee."
"Who said I'd ever want to compete with you?" He mused. "But just so you know, I do love you the most."
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dontflailmenow · 2 years
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Can I Call You Daddy? Part One
Summary: Reader jokingly (drunkenly) calls her bff, Sangyeon, Daddy when he's taking care of her and realizes that OH, he's into that. OHH, so is she.
Genre: Smut. BFFs to lovers.
Word Count: 1.8k
Pairing: Sangyeon x f!Reader
Warnings: This part is more suggestive than anything, but there is talk of smutty things in it and there will definitely be smut to come. daddy kink (obvs), use of petnames, cursing, some dirty talk, teasing, humor bc I can't not, soft dom-ish!Sangyeon, Reader is drunk and horny, Sangyeon has some pretty impressive self control.
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So there you were. Friday night sitting alone on the curb outside the karaoke bar where you and your colleagues went for a second round, the last of them having left once you assured them you could get home safe. It had been a long day, at the end of an even longer week at work, and honestly, you all needed the extra time to blow off steam.
If your ears were still ringing from some of the song choices, well, that was fine. None of you were professional singers and the point wasn’t to sing well so much as it was to bellow your frustration away while your compatriots took shots and danced along.
Anyway, thank God for Sangyeon. He was the actual best friend in the world.
No, really.
You broke into a grin when you saw his car pull up and park in front of you. He was always there for you in all the ways that matter. Even if you called him at - you furrowed your brow and looked down at your phone to check the time, eyes widening when you saw just how late it was - ass o’clock, he would still come get you. Actually, he had insisted on it when one of your co-workers dialed his number and slurred about the situation before passing you the phone. Sangyeon had sounded sleepy, but there was no arguing with him when he told you, “Stay put. I’m on my way.”
So yeah. He was the actual best and you knew you were lucky to call him your best friend.
“Sangyeon!” you call out giddily once he climbed out of the car. You made a valiant attempt to stand up without wobbling, but he ended up rushing to you and catching your hips in his hands to steady you before you fell right back onto your ass. This, of course, caused you to giggle and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him with all the strength your tipsy arms could summon.
Which earned you a soft chuckle and a quick hug back before he was guiding you toward the car, careful to keep an arm around you and you upright. “I’m happy to see you, too, sweetheart. Let’s get you home and into bed, okay?”
Now, if any guy other than Sangyeon had called you ‘sweetheart’ and suggested taking you home and getting you into bed, you probably would have bit back the flirty retort. Maybe. It depended on the guy, obviously. But oh, the way your body took those words and tried to make you all confused. But no! You were not going to be led astray by hormones, no matter how hot your best friend was.
And yet.
“You’re gonna take me to bed, Yeonnie?” you teased with a coy smile. Oops. Alcohol, you saucy bitch.
The arm around your waist tightened and you could have sworn you heard him curse under his breath, although you couldn’t for the life of you make out what it was he said. Sangyeon brought his free hand up to your chin, holding it firmly as he directed your gaze to his. “Behave.” That, you heard.
Pfft. Party pooper. You may or may not have said that out loud. Judging by the amusement flickering in his eyes, though, you definitely did.
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Some time later, you became aware of a gentle pressure on your shoulder and a soft voice calling your name.
“Hmm?” you said sleepily, eyes fluttering open to see Sangyeon crouched down next to you in the open doorway of the car. Looking stupidly handsome and just - why was he so hot? It was unfair.
“We’re here,” he said, gesturing behind him and then toward the seatbelt you were still wearing. “You gonna unfasten that for me or do you need me to do it?”
You grinned mischievously. “I need you to do it.”
He shook his head, an answering grin curling his lips as he leaned into you and reached around for the seatbelt buckle. You could feel his breath against your face, warm and humid, and that was - it was not your best idea ever. Tipsy you did not have the same level of control over her libido, okay? Normally, it was fine. You could be close to him without being turned on by just - by him taking a damned seatbelt off.
It had just been a while since you and your ex broke-up. That, and tequila.
You heard the click of the latch and, “I thought I told you to behave,” came his reply. You only realized you’d shut your eyes at some point when they flew open, immediately finding his gaze.
“Sorry, Daddy,” you blurted out before you could even process the fact your brain was apparently considering the words.
Sangyeon inhaled sharply and quickly pulled back, although not quite quickly enough for you to miss the way his eyes had gone dark and heated for a moment there. Oh.
Oh.
You felt that look all the way down to your toes, but especially in your core, where heat started to gather at the knowledge that your best friend liked to be called, ‘Daddy.’
He cleared his throat. “Get up, b- smartass.” Was it just you or had his voice gotten deeper in the past two seconds? “Out of the car; let’s go.”
“What? Oh! Right, yeah. So bossy,” you grumbled, getting out of the car and trying desperately to ignore the fact that you were turned on by your best friend. Like legitimately turned on in the ‘let’s just find the nearest hard surface,’ and ‘please rail me now’ turned on.
Fuck.
It would be a lot easier to ignore that if you weren’t still mostly drunk and having to cling to his arm in order to stay on your feet. Or if he didn’t keep stiffening every time you stumbled and refusing to look at you. Which was totally unreasonable since it wasn’t like you knew he had a daddy kink! Or that you apparently did, too.
By the time you made it to the door of your apartment, you had decided that once was not enough data to make any solid conclusions on, so you needed to test the waters again. For science!
Sangyeon used his spare key to unlock the door and pushed it open for you, but he did not follow you inside, as he normally would have and as you expected. Confused - and more than a little disappointed - you kicked off your heels and almost went flying with one of them due to being unbalanced.
You heard him mutter and then let out a breathy laugh before he was in the apartment with you, his arms wound around your waist, pulling you into his solid chest. “So stubborn,” he said fondly, holding you even closer when you swayed, your brain feeling more than a little scattered at the press of his body to yours. “Let me help, huh?”
Ooh, there it was. Your chance.
“Okay, Daddy,” you agreed, smile impish, letting your fingers play with the lapels of the jacket he still wore.
The sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl, and you had just enough time to register your joy at being right, before your back was flush to the wall and Sangyeon’s body was caging you in. “Oh,” you breathed. Not sure what to say or do other than stare up at him, watching the way he pressed his lips together, his eyes shut, and the noticeably more shallow and hard breathing.
“‘Oh,’ is right,” he did actually growl now. His normally dark eyes had gone darker, filled now with an intensity you hadn’t seen in them before, looking ready to eat you up or burn you down. Either way, you were game. Bringing one hand up to brace against the wall next to your head, he brought the other to cradle your jaw and tilted your head back.
“You just keep pushing me.” He leaned closer, bringing his forehead to yours, gaze flickering down to your lips before he forced it back up. “Do you even know what you’re asking for, baby? Do you know what your eyes are asking me? Daring me to do?”
Knees gone weak, you whimpered and shook your head. You did - at least, you thought you did - but this was a side of Sangyeon you hadn’t seen before and you wanted, needed him to keep talking. “Tell me.”
“Should I?” he asked. You nodded oh-so-enthusiastically. “You,” he started, then paused to draw in a deep breath before continuing. “Your pretty eyes are asking me to fuck you,” he said and your eyelashes fluttered closed. “Oh no. Eyes open and on me.”
Of their own volition, almost, your eyelids lifted and you looked up at him through your lashes. “There’s a good girl.” All you wanted to be in that moment was his good girl and you let out a happy hum, palms moving to press against his chest and slowly start down his torso.
Only to be caught in his hands and pushed into the wall above your head. “Hands to yourself,” he commanded. “Despite the fact that your eyes are daring me to strip you bare and give you my cock until you physically cannot take anymore, I’m not gonna do it.”
When and how did you become this needy mess, body practically vibrating with the force of that need? You frowned, biting at your lower lip to keep in a fucking whine for God’s sake. “What, why? Yeonnie - I mean, Daddy, please.”
Sangyeon looked…pained, honestly. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” You watched him suck in a sharp breath, saw his throat move as he swallowed hard, and you did whine when he grazed his lips against yours. “I shouldn’t even be touching you like this, but fuck, baby,” he said on a groan before tearing himself away from you.
“No,” he said more to himself than you. “You’re drunk and I’m not-” he laughed humorlessly, rubbing his face with his hands, giving himself a mental shake. “Sleep. You’re going to sleep and I’m going home. If you remember this tomorrow and you still want - well, we’ll talk about it then. Okay?”
You would argue but despite that bitch, Tequila, and your really unhelpful at-the-moment hormones, you knew he had a point.
“Okay,” you agreed, already starting toward your bedroom on already much steadier legs. Determination would do that to you. You paused in the doorway to your room to look back at him over your shoulder. “We’re definitely gonna talk about it tomorrow, though… Daddy.”
As you disappeared into your room, you could have sworn you heard him curse again.
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milkybonya · 1 year
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22. isn't this au speeding up a little too much...?
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