Everything Sweets and Sugary Chap. 2

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Title: Everything Sweets and Sugary

Pairing: Lay/Suho (Fem!Suho)

Genre: SugarDaddy!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warning: Fem!Joonmyeon

Length: Series

Summary: Joonmyeon finds herself drowned in the world of sweets loves and sugary coated words.













Poster by: ate nylevoj



Chapter 2



Today has been a very bad day. She gets gropes here and there, feeling dirty fingers running along her thighs, and even having to listen to an old man giving her dirty talk that doesn’t sound sexy at all. Her mood becomes worse as the landlord texts her about her upcoming deadline for her rent and offers her a one month free if she wants to sleep with him.

When Joonmyeon thinks that nothing could make her bad day becomes worse, she is completely wrong. Because just by one look to the door when it opens for a new customer, her scowl is back to her face.

There he is: that handsome but rude customer.

Joonmyeon grunts, throwing the cloth to the counter and wanting to leave the responsibility of taking the guy’s order to Baekhyun, but the sweet little girl is currently making coffee for cups after cups. She sighs, feeling her annoyance on the highest peak. With a prominent scowl on her face, she grabs the notepad and walks to where the guy is seated; looking expectantly at her.

“Welcome to Little Cherry, sir. What would you like to order.” She deadpan says in a straight tone, eyes looking anywhere but him. She doesn’t have the time to listen to his bullshit.

The guy chuckles, obviously amused by her. He hums, propping his chin on his palm while gently taking off his sunglasses.

“Nice day, young lady. What makes your mood so bad?” He muses.

Joonmyeon rolls her eyes. “Your appearance.”

He laughs softly, shrugging. “Such sharp mouth you have there. But that makes you all more interesting.”





It’s been a whole week since this guy keeps coming. From that first time he came here and since that accident of Joonmyeon toppling the drink over the guy’s papers, she thinks that the guy would report her to the manager and all.

She clearly doesn’t expect him to enter with his all handsome glory, smirking to her, and greeting her as if nothing had happened. Joonmyeon stares in shock as the man walks to closer to her and places a hand against the counter, as if he is trying to trap her oh so coolly.

“Good day, young lady.” He greets, picking Joonmyeon’s hand up and leaving a quick kiss on the back of her hand.

You know what Joonmyeon does?

Punch him on his gut.





The next day he comes again, he is bringing a whole box of expensive chocolate, especially made for her. Joonmyeon makes a face, completely unamused and confused by the guy’s move. What the hell is this? A trick?

The guy chants some sweet lines along something like ‘sweet chocolate for sweet girl’ and so on. Joonmyeon is too outraged to even listen to him. She chases him out of the café. The chocolate is left on the counter for anyone who wants to try to taste it.

When no one is around, Joonmyeon steals one to try and almost regrets her choice because now she is addicted to the taste of the chocolate. Having money really makes everything different.





The next thing Joonmyeon gets is a bouquet of roses. The guy says something about girls can never resist roses.

With a smile, Joonmyeon accepts the bouquet and the guy looks happy, only for her to scowl and hit the guy with the bouquet until he is running out of the café.

Baekhyun stares worriedly and Joonmyeon waves her off, telling her to stop worrying about every single thing she sees.





And now, seated in one of the booths while flashing Joonmyeon a charming smile (not that it’s charming to her, no okay), the guy checks his wrist watch.

“Can I get the same hot chocolate that you brought to me at the first time?” He says in amusement. Joonmyeon rolls her eyes. “And let me pour it all over you again? Most definitely.”

“Nah, I want it in a takeout cup today. I have to go now.” He mutters.

Joonmyeon looks way too happy. “Already?”

The guy smirks to her, “Why? Already missing me?” He muses, trailing a hand up her arm and she slaps it away.

“I’m missing my freedom from a stalker like you.” She hisses, turning around to the counter to grab the order. Customer is still a customer and as long as he is not yet that annoying today, she will try to be civil.

A cup of hot chocolate in placed in front of him in no matter of time and Joonmyeon lets out a hand.

“Money.” She demands, gesturing to the drink. The guy chuckles, taking his wallet out and handing her a card. Joonmyeon rolls her eyes. “It’s only a few won, why are you flaunting your card in front of me?” She grits her teeth.

The guy shrugs innocently. “What to do? I don’t have any cash with me.”

With a grunt, Joonmyeon steals the card away from his hand and stomps her way back to the counter. What a way to delay his time! Such a jerk!

Joonmyeon goes back to the booth, slapping the card and the receipt to the table and spins around to get away because her work is done by now. She can’t though, because the guy grabs her wrist and lifts her hand up to kiss it.

“I will see you soon, young lady.” He looks up, even winking to her.

Joonmyeon feels warmth creeps on the side of her neck and with enough force, she topples him over by a push on his cheek. The guy groans at the dull pain and she stomps away, huffing in embarrassment.







Tonight is her turn to close up the café. Baekhyun has gone home around an hour ago because the girl’s house is quite far from here and the last bus is only available at that time so Joonmyeon is closing up the café for the day.

It’s a cold night, a bit eerie, and very silent. If it’s in a horror movie, there will be something foreign attacking her already, but this is reality and Joonmyeon is one brave and strong girl so there is no need to be afraid of anything.

After the last customer who is a high school girl with heavy eye bags left the café, Joonmyeon grabs the mop and begins to wipe the floor clean; a duty that the boss requires to the workers. She sighs while moping the floor, suddenly reminded by the text message from her landlord about her upcoming rent.

The damn old landlord is raising the rent payment since last month and she was having a hard time to pay it a month ago. Now, she is running out of money and there is barely anything to eat in her house and now the fucking rent is here. Damn it.

“Where the fuck should I get that amount of money in the span of a week?” She grunts, moping the floor roughly to vent out her frustration. Money has always been the only problem in her life, aside from her super size of boobs, butt, and thighs. Why, why?





“Money, huh?” Someone says and she gasps in surprise, spinning around.

That guy is here, standing by the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Joonmyeon narrows her eyes on him. When did he come and how did she not hear him?

“We are closed, please leave.” Joonmyeon mutters lowly, gazing at him. The guy shrugs, unfolding his arms and only to stuff them into his pocket. He steps closer, uncaring about the fact that she had just moped that part of the floor.

Joonmyeon is this close to lift the mop to hit him but then he is suddenly so close to her personal space, leaning down until their faces are a mere inch.

“I can help you with money, if that’s what you need.” He mutters, smiling brightly. Joonmyeon notices the appearance of deep dimple on the side of his cheek and that’s actually pretty cute but then she shakes the thought away.

“I don’t need your help.” She grunts.

The guy tilts his head. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sur—” She cuts herself off because damn it, she is not fucking sure. She won’t get her salary in another three weeks and the rent is due in a week. And also she needs money for groceries and to send some to her parents, and also to pay the bills. Shit, shit, what the hell is this?

“Hmm?” The guy smiles mockingly, seeming to catch the hesitation on her face. Joonmyeon bites her lip, thinking so hard about what to do.

There is a hand gently prying her lip away from the trap of her teeth. As she looks up, the guy is staring at her mouth. “Don’t bite it. You are teasing me.”

Joonmyeon makes a face. “What?”

The guy smiles, leaning back up straight to stand in front of her with a cocky smile hanging on his mouth. “Right, money. I can help you with that.”

She grips onto the mop. “How…?” Okay, this is desperation speaking.

He smiles in victory. “I can help you with money supply because as you can notice already, I have quite a lot of it,” he says oh so arrogantly and Joonmyeon is this close in stuffing his face with this dirty mope. He chuckles, winking at her. “What do you think?”

“What do you want from me? There must be something as the payment.” She says, narrowing her eyes on him.

The guy shrugs. “Well, I don’t want that much. You can do.”

“What?”

The guy leans so damn close, an arm so quickly circling around her waist down to her bottom. A palm gropes onto her ass, making her flinches in surprise, and then the guy leans to whisper to her, “I only need you, baby, and my money is all yours.”

Joonmyeon feels his body heat against her melon chest and that makes her flushes in pink. She lifts a hand up to hit him but he captures her wrist in one swift move, rendering her powerless. She grits her teeth to him and he even has the nerve to smile.

He tilts his head and kisses her cheek. Joonmyeon’s breathe hitches.

“I can give you time to consider it, baby. Think about it wisely and don’t make the wrong decision.” He muses, creeping his hand under her damn short skirt to pat her butt. Joonmyeon squeaks and pushes him away, her face flushing in red.

He steps back, chuckling at her face before making a salute gesture to her.

“I’ll be waiting for your call, baby. Night!” He laughs softly and then he is out of the café, going back to his car but not without sending her an obviously flirty wink.

Joonmyeon stomps her foot down in annoyance, feeling harassed but at the same time questioning herself on why she is blushing and why the hell her heart is beating so madly.

Something doesn’t feel comfortable on her butt and she reaches down to touch, only to find a name card slipped into her panty and digging into her ass cheek. Her face flushes redder as she stares at the name written on it, thinking about how could that guy manage to put this on her ass.

“I’m going to kill you, Zhang damn Yixing!” She screeches, stomping her feet up and down like a kid throwing a childish tantrum.



And from that very moment, everything starts.









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A/N: Hahaha, perv and flirty Xing! >_< Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading! ^^