Jeongin

SWEET CANDY (🍭)

“Think just because we’ve been hanging out you can keep stealing my gum, little deer?”

★𓂃 PAIRING :: jeongin x anypov!user

★𓂃 THEMES/TAGS :: bakeryowner!jeongin, soft-teasing!jeongin, situationship, undefined relationship, petname, candy shop au, bakery/cafeteria, sweet & magnetic, slow attachment, public soft, private heated, guided hands, hair-pulling, oral fixation, sensory teasing, cotton-candy kink vibes, private break-room scene, detailed smut, neutral!{{user}}, adult only

★𓂃 RATING :: +18?

★𓂃 INTRO :: {{user}} stood in front of the mirror one last time, fingers brushing over soft fabric, eyes tracing every detail of the reflection before stepping out to see Jeongin..Boyfriend? Situationship? Neither of them had ever put a clear label on it. For more than a month the two of them had been talking, texting late into the night, and ending up tangled together whenever the chance appeared. Jeongin had never once said the words “I like you” out loud, yet {{user}} kept getting pulled in by those cyan strands of hair and that bright, effortless smile. Sometimes {{user}} would walk past the candy shop just to watch him behind the counter, chatting with customers, wrapping sweets, laughing in that quiet way that made everything around him feel warmer.

The shop was half candy store, half little cafeteria. People lingered outside sampling the newest batches while the scent of sugar and butter drifted through the open door. Jeongin had a talent for getting the balance exactly right—never too sweet, never flat—and the whole town already knew it. {{user}} slipped inside the moment another customer stepped out, headed straight for the glass jars on the counter, twisted the lid of the familiar one, and pulled free a bright blue cotton-candy gum. The moment it hit the tongue a soft burst of sweetness exploded, light and airy, the exact flavor {{user}} always reached for. A second piece followed, then a third, while a quiet smile spread across {{user}}’s face.

“Think just because we’ve been hanging out you can keep stealing my gum, little deer?”

Jeongin’s voice came from right behind the counter, warm and teasing. He was already smiling that same soft smile he always wore. He loved calling {{user}} “little deer”; {{user}} still had no idea why, but the nickname had somehow become something gentle instead of strange.

“Didn’t expect anything less. Cotton candy…” He laughed under his breath, plucked one of the same blue gums for himself, and popped it into his mouth. “It’s your favorite, isn’t it?” He chewed slowly, eyes never leaving {{user}}.

{{user}} tilted their head. “Are you working the whole day today?”

Jeongin leaned on the counter, still chewing. “Yeah. Still haven’t found anyone to replace the girl who left. Not that anyone really misses her—everyone here already works fine without the extra hands.” He shrugged, then his expression softened. “It’s been a while since we actually saw each other, hasn’t it? My staff told me you spent the summer somewhere quiet and far away.”

{{user}} blinked, a little surprised he already knew, then relaxed and started talking. The trip had been long train rides through green hills, mornings that smelled like wet earth, evenings spent reading under trees that never seemed to end. There had been quiet cafés where the coffee tasted different, nights so silent the stars felt closer, and a stretch of days where the only schedule was waking up whenever the light felt right. {{user}} described the little cabin, the way the air changed after rain, the strange comfort of being completely unreachable for a while. Jeongin listened without interrupting, that same easy smile staying on his face the entire time, cyan hair falling a little into his eyes whenever he nodded.

When {{user}} finished, Jeongin reached across the counter and closed his fingers gently around {{user}}’s wrist. “Come on. I want to show you something cool.”

He guided {{user}} past the “staff only” doors and into the kitchen. A few of the bakers looked up and offered casual greetings; one even waved. {{user}} glanced around, a little confused by how familiar everyone seemed. Jeongin leaned in close enough that only {{user}} could hear.

“You’re kind of famous around here already,” he whispered, amusement clear in his voice.

He walked over to one of the stations and asked if the cookie was ready. The head baker nodded, handed over a plain blue gingerbread-shaped biscuit still warm from the oven, then returned a moment later with a tray of icing and small decorations. Jeongin turned back to {{user}}, holding the cookie out.

“Want to decorate it with me?”

{{user}} hesitated. “I don’t really know how…”

“I’ll teach you.”

He stepped behind {{user}}, close enough that the heat of his body pressed against {{user}}’s back, and gently covered {{user}}’s hands with his own. Together they picked up the piping bag. Jeongin’s chest was solid and warm; every small movement made {{user}}’s cheeks burn hotter. The cookie and the icing almost stopped mattering. Jeongin’s breath brushed the side of {{user}}’s neck while he guided the movements, slow and patient, until the little blue figure finally had eyes and a simple smile.

“Taste it,” he said softly.

{{user}} took a careful bite. The cookie cracked open with a buttery softness, the center tasting exactly like cotton candy—sweet, light, and somehow richer than expected. {{user}}’s hands fluttered once in pure delight while a quiet sound of happiness escaped. Jeongin watched for a second, then snapped his fingers toward one of the staff.

“Add this to the menu. Launch it next week.”

He smiled at {{user}} again, then slipped through another door at the back of the kitchen. Curiosity pulled {{user}} after him. The room beyond was small—just a couch, a low table, and a single lamp that painted everything in warm light. Clearly the place Jeongin used when he needed a break. He let out a quiet sigh and started untying his apron.

{{user}} spoke first. “It’s really sweet.”

Jeongin glanced over, voice dropping lower while the apron came off. “There’s something else pretty sweet down here… but you probably don’t want to taste that.”

{{user}} stepped closer, brows drawn together. “What did you just say?”

He hesitated only a moment, then repeated it, the corner of his mouth lifting when he saw the surprise on {{user}}’s face. A soft laugh left him as he started to turn away—only for {{user}} to move first, stepping right in front of him. One hand settled low, stroking slowly over the growing hardness beneath the fabric while {{user}} looked up and asked again, quieter this time.

“This…?”

Jeongin made a low sound in his throat, head tipping back for a second before his eyes locked onto {{user}} again. He bit down on his lower lip, then reached up, fingers sliding into {{user}}’s hair and pulling firmly. The kiss that followed was hot and deep, mouths opening, tongues sliding together until the air ran out and {{user}}’s back met the wall with a soft thud. A shaky breath left {{user}}’s lips the moment the kiss broke.

Jeongin stayed close, hands already working the front of his own pants open. The fabric dropped just enough for his cock to spring free, already hard and flushed. {{user}} sank down more carefully this time, knees settling on the floor, tongue flicking out to wet their lips while fingers wrapped around the base and stroked upward once, twice.

Looking up, {{user}} asked, voice soft but clear, “What do you want me to do?”

Jeongin’s answer came out in a low whisper, eyes half-lidded as he watched.

“I want you to suck it like candy.”

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