#Sungchan x you

[mphountitled]

sungchan who’s been such a sweetheart your whole relationship until you decide that you want to break up because you’ve started to notice how absolutely insane the red flags were?? but he NEEDS you, and you need him…you just don’t know it yet. and he’ll do anything to prove that! you out of all people, knows that he’ll always get what he wants.

🎀 anon <33

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 | 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

- Pairings: Jung Sungchan x Fem!reader

- Warnings: College!au, Established Relationship, Language, Angst, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession, Slight Dark fic, Insecurities, Smut (+18 Minors Dni) Breeding Kink, Slight Dub/con, Daddy Kink, Car sex, Choking, Spitting, Grinding, Degradation Kink

A/N: I really liked this request so so so much. I'm not sure if I did it justice, but this was indeed very fun to write

The very ideology of commitment had always been a foreign concept in his head. Not for any self-righteous reason beyond the fact that Sungchan had just never been ‘that guy’.

For the duration of his college career, Sungchan had been all too comfortable, dedicating his time and effort to becoming the #1 draft pick, this goal being something akin to a holy grail in Sungchan's mind. He would honestly rather die than let anything beyond the court take precedence over his mind.

But now Sungchan is yours.

And your head is thrown back in a genuine guffaw aimed at the sky, as you hang on intently to every word another man is saying.

This is the very first thing Sungchan has had to see exiting the gym, with the rest of his teammates swarming around him.

Instead of waiting in the car, like you usually did, a book open on your lap while Classical music oozed out of your phone speakers, you're entertaining his teammate. Your textbook open as your explanations flow from your lips like a waterfall. Seunghan wears a permanent lopsided grin on his face as he cradles the basketball to his side, bending his tall frame down to you and your textbook.

Although you don't notice Sungchan approaching, Seunghan does. The smirk on his face is absolutely diabolical as he raises a hand robotically and waves, before nodding along to your explanations once again.

Unable to move any further, Sungchan chooses to wait out the interaction along the far wall until Anton and Sohee join him in a flurry of their usual banter.

You laugh at something Seunghan says but your eyes are still trained on your textbook. A thought, ice cold and incredibly vile strikes through Sungchan's brain at the very moment.

Maybe Sungchan just was not smart enough for you.

Perhaps that is why you were giving another boy so much of your precious time.

His frown only deepens with the birth of the vile, uncomfortable revelation. All those times he had droned on and on to you about sports, forcing you to watch highlights of basketball games while his head rested on your lap, raking your fingers aimlessly through his hair.

While he was in heaven, you were apparently in hell.

This illogical jumping to conclusions, seems, to Sungchan as your only logical excuse for entertaining another man so closely.

Sungchan does not bother to hide the grim emotions descending on him like a plague. He only leans his back firmly against the west wall, backpack hanging lazily from his broad shoulders while the rest of his teammates scatter on home. Unbeknownst to Sungchan, his face is lowered, causing a wide shadow to cast over his eyes.

"You're glaring."

He does not offer Sohee any justifiable response, choosing instead, to ignore him as he continues his blatant staring.

“What do you think they're talking about?" He asks instead, the confines of his white and orange letterman jacket feeling far too hot.

"Do you know how scary you look when you do that?" Anton snickers, "Borderline serial killer shit."

"He definitely wants to fuck her," Sungchan continues, locked in on this display in front of him. Your book is cradled to your chest now, and you're looking up at Seunghan with a small, imperceptible smile.

"He wants to fuck her, I can tell-"

"How anyone can manage to pop a boner in the presence of a Psychology textbook is beyond me..." Sohee grumbles, dribbling his ball in between his legs.

"In his own fucked up logic," Anton begins, "Sohee's right." He ignores the bewildered expression of the older boy, choosing to roll his eyes over to Sungchan as he explains, "They're probably just talking about school, like they usually do."

"Nah," Sungchan shakes his head, unconvinced, "They just finished an essay on Freud. She fucking hates Frued. Whatever they're talking about... it's not that." You would not be smiling like that if all you had to talk about was psychology. You enjoyed school, but not that much.

"Your fault for going for someone actually smarter than you."

The snicker in Sohee's tone alludes to the fact that it was somewhat of a joke and meant to be taken as one... but the tightening grip on Sungchan's backpack has Anton glaring daggers at Sohee over Sungchan's bowed head.

"B-But," Sohee injects his voice with optimism, "It's not like you don't already have that on lock."

Anton is quick to jump on to the bandwagon, "Precisely," he says, "Girls date from 100, so if she's already let you consummate the relationship-"

"Just say fuck, Anton for the love of God-" Sohee grumbles,

"-She most likely already sees you as the person she wants to spend the rest of her ride with-"

"Fuck fuck fuck, that's what people do in relationships- they fuck-"

"You're a degenerate." Anton murmurs quietly.

And while they bicker, Sungchan did not have the heart to tell them that, for your sake, he had decided to 'wait' on any intimacy because he was so intent on being the perfect boyfriend.

Your perfect boyfriend.

He had spent an embarrassing chunk of your relationship locking away any urges that arose when your kisses got too heated, refraining from stuffing his hands down your pants when you were grinding a little too heavily in between said make out sessions and stopping himself from absolutely ravaging you whenever you reprimanded him, scolded him or corrected him during your study sessions.

Sex was all Sungchan ever thought about whenever you were in his presence, but evidently, you divulge your attentions elsewhere. You did not need him. The farthest you two had ever gone was Sungchan guiding you to orgasm by the sound of his voice.

How pretty you sounded over the phone line, voice heated with lust and veneered with static as you came all over your fingers in your darkened dorm room, imagining it was his. He had uttered so many 'good girl's , so many fits of praise because it was all true. You were a good girl, and he would fight biblical forces if it meant he could preserve that.

"Nah, fuck that," Sungchan pushes himself off the wall, making his way over to you because now Seunghan has his hand on your arm, carelessly handling what did not belong to him, because regardless of the moral repercussions involved, you were his.

"What're we talking about?" Sungchan cannot forget the way your smile dims ever so slightly upon his arrival. It scribbles itself into his memoey like a traumatizing little etch-a-sketch, making his heart sink in vexation and his abdomen tightening into a knot of perhaps, maybe anger.

"Oh, hey-"

When Sungchan looks down at you, he imagines only his face as the only image reflected in your smiling eyes. You were his just as he was yours, and so it should not come off as a shock to anyone when he slyly throws his arm over your shoulder, pulling you unexpectedly into the heat of his letterman jacket.

Your frame is as solid as concrete, the smile you had once adorned now completely gone.

"Hey," Sungchan whispers to you, but he directs his attention to a smirking Seunghan. Very clearly, all too pleased at having roused his teammate.

"Seunghan just needed clarification on psycodiagnostocs," you explain, somewhat nervously, because Sungchan is splaying tiny pecks against the side of your head while never breaking eye contact with Seunghan "T-the paper we have to do on African Epistemologie-”

“I'm sure Seunghan has a tutor for that.” the arm on your shoulder is fashioned of concrete. You couldn't move out of his grip if you wanted to.

“Don't bore him with the details, babe” Sungchan says, keeping his glare stationed on a grinning Seunghan all while bending down to whisper along your ear, loud enough for Seunghan to hear.

“He still needs to work on that Euro step too-”

“Sungchan.” There is a deep tempest stirring in your tone as you glare up at him, wholly and remarkably unimpressed. Before you could complete your verbal annihilation, Seunghan raises a hand, silencing you effectively.

“I'll let you know how the test goes,” Seunghan says, rousing Sungchan more by completely ignoring him, which, evidently, was the goal. “See you around.”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

To say you were fuming would be a gross understatement. You're absolutely seething as you charge towards the only other vehicle parked in the deserted lot.

Sungchan raises his hand to block away the orange sun, settling on an uneven horizon as he strolls lazily after you, seemingly unfazed by his barbaric display of possessiveness Your hands are shaking as they latch onto the Jeep's handle, and you're barely even able to jump up into the truck before he's grasping at your hips, begrudgingly pulling you up.

“I know how to fucking work a seatbelt-”

Sungchan only snickers, before clicking in the belt, “Watch your tone,” he whispers before motioning to place a kiss on your cheek. You block it, flinching away from him and effectively causing a dark cloud to settle over his once jovial countenance.

“You were unbelievably out of line.” You begin to explain, looking deep into Sungchan's eyes as he leans into the passenger, with his arm on the car roof, effectively caging you in.

“I can't believe you did all that, knowing I need people to tutor!" You exclaim, "Knowing good and damn well that that's more money for me.”

Sungchan's eyes are lazer focused on you as he shrugs.

“You don't need his money.” Sungchan begins, furiously trying to keep his voice even, “You don't need anything from him.”

“I don't need anything from you.”

All is quiet as your words seem to haunt the atmosphere like an archaic apparition come to assert its vengeance on two unsuspecting young lovers. You are unable to know what Sungchan is thinking behind those concrete eyes, all until a smile cracks across his visage. A toothy grin that has him chuckling into the air until he's pulling back and shutting the door.

Sungchan rounds the car, head full of the weight of your words and what they essentially implied.

You did not want anything from him.

Or perhaps, you think you didn't.

Once Sungchan is behind the steering wheel, he does not move. He is only swinging his head sideways after a very agonising beat as he says. “You think I'm stupid?”

Your brows furrow, and your heart kickstarts as Sungchan sits back until his head is resting on leather headrest. His hand is stationed on your thigh, and you're not sure why, but a very stark shiver shoots down your spine, one that is not completely separated from feelings of absolute excitement.

“You don't wanna be seen with your stupid fucking boyfriend, do you?” he's not yelling, in fact his voice is perfectly normal. As gentle as the movements of his hand framing your exposed thigh and nearing the lining of your skirt with dangerous precision.

“Babe-” you shake your head, correcting yourself, “Sungchan, where is this coming from?

“You're ashamed of me,” He says, all to plainly before slotting his large hand underneath your skirt. You exhale shakily as you imperceptibly, almoat shyly open your legs further. Never had your boyfriend admistered any physical intimacy, no matter how anxiously you craved to experience his large hands on hour skin.

Did you need to get him mad to have him claim you?

Your morals and values completely dissolve as you throw your head back, allowing Sungchan's hand to delve deeper under your skirt.

“I see how it is,” he whispers, heavy eyes stationed on his hand under your skirt. The very moment the tips of his fingers brush against your soaked underwear, you're immediately grinding into his hand, hoping your desperation will transfer in your stilted movements. He watches, mesmerized.

“Do I need to be smarter for you?” He asks, mouth salivating at the sight of you grinding so heavily against his fingers. “What do I need to do better? It's almost like-” Sungchan's hand disappears from underneath your skiirt and you nearly whine at the loss of stimulation.

“It's almost like I need to get you pregnant in order to listen to me.” He whispers, seemingly to himself before dragging his gaze to you…

“Is that what you want?”

His eyes are piercing into yours as his hand slowly encircles around your throat. He's bringing you over the center console by a single grip on your esophagus, having your hips straddling his.

All in slow, calculated movements.

The rest of the world disappears as Sungchan attaches his lips to your throat, dragging your hips along the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Is that what you want, baby?” His voice is laden with lust. All his previous emotions spilling out of him in the form of sloppy, wet kisses on the side of your face. “Tell me you want me to cum deep inside you,”

A whine bleeds from your throat, immediately snapping his restraint before he's lifting you to uncover his red, leaking cock. Your eyes widen at the side of it, heart pulsing in your chest when it twitches under your palm.

“Fuck, don't look at me like that,” Sungchan murmurs before crashing his lips onto yours.

You're immediately stroking his cock as the kiss deepens, and Sungchan lifts you again, before guiding himself inside of you.

You're sinking onto his cock with bated breath, and he watches you with a pained, euphoric expression. His cock stretches your walls and you shudder as he forces himself deeper and deeper, mumermiing drunken confessions as he assumes a steady rhythm.

“ I've needed to fuck you for so fucking long, fuck,” he is already delirious as he pushes his hand under your shirt, pawing at your sensitive breast.

“F-Fuck Chan,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when Sungchan acts on an intrusive thought and forces his fingers inside your mouth.

“Open,” he practically growls before hooking his fingers inside your mouth. He drags you closer as he continues to fuck up into you with desperation and urgency. Sungchan slithers his tongue out, dragging it lazily against yours before spitting directly into your mouth, all with his fingers still flattening against your tongue.

“Fuck, you're such a slut,” He whispers breathlessly, causing your cunt to clench unimaginably tighter around his aching cock. “You like that, baby?” He asks, returning his hand to your throat. “You like being my perfect fucking slut-”

“Fuck- Daddy,” the words tumble out of your mouth, not for any other reason beyond it just feeling absolutely positively, right.

They evidently have a large effect on Sungchan because his once confident thrusts stutter into shallow motions, as of he was om the brink of cumming right then and there.

“Fuck- oh fuck, I'm so close.”

You can't even begin to explain to him that you're right there with him because your mind is so utterly consumed with pleasure. Your hands are on his shoulders, nails sinking into his letterman as your eyes go hazy with overstimulation and he watches your expression with that same, fucked out, open-mouthed expression.

“F-Fuck, you're gonna make me cum,” he whispers, “You're gonna make fucking cum inside you, baby-”

He twists your nipple, immediately causing a whine to spill from your hips, your cunt tightening around him again.

“Tell me to cum inside you-” He whispers, cock already twitching in warning, “Tell me now-fuck!”

“Please, please,” He's already spilling inside you as the words try to claw its way, out your throat, and you ascend unto your own orgasm. You scream into the stillness of the car as you push yourself down on Sungchan's stuttering hips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he murmers broken praises and affirmations.

He tells you you're so pretty.

He tells you youre body is fucking perfect.

He tells you every little thing that has your heart swelling more and more in its cage. All for the boy in front of you.

“Fuck,” he whispers, allowing his thumb to ghost over your nipple while you both breath out, absolutely breathless. “Fuck- I thought I was going to kill him-”

“Why would you wanna do that?” You whisper, “You're such an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

He only nods slolwy, a small grin spreading across his face as he keeps himself still very much inside of you.

“Now go buy me a Plan B, please.”

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[euseokz]

@ sungchan — you’re my favorite drug, i always get the best highs out of you ;) . cws : unprotected sex . nipple sucking . creampie . some aftercare & cockwarming . wc : 0.7k+ . genre : smut

BOYFRIEND! SUNGCHAN who gets absolutely drunk on you anytime you fuck.

his eyes will get all glossy, heavy with arousal, all while his hips piston into yours mercilessly, the only thoughts clouding his brain always somehow related to his lust — how good you feel wrapped around him, how much he wants to cum inside you, how he can’t hold himself back while drilling into you even if he wanted to. he fucks you so well, hitting every spot he needs to make you cream around his cock while still begging for more, only fueling him further.

sungchan’s frame will be hovering over yours, one of his elbows propped by your side so he can hold himself up while his free hand is placed on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. his gaze will be completely focused on where you two meet, on how well your cunt swallows him, the way your slick mixes with his pre-cum around his dick, leaving it with a thicker, glistening coat over it with each thrust. you’re absolutely soaked, and if that wasn’t enough to let him know you’re just as aroused as him, the way your pussy clamps down around him would give it away, the way your clit twitches begging for attention giving him no other choice but to press his thumb over the soft bud, drawing slow circles over it, his attention still mainly on his thrusts in and out of your hole though. sungchan’s almost mindless touch still heightnes your pleasure immensely, making your thighs tremble and your walls clench down harder around sungchan’s cock. it’s almost mesmerizing how focused he gets when he fucks you, his head slowly getting overtaken by thoughts of wanting to make you two cum as fast and as hard as possible.

it would be rare that he’d do so, but sometimes sungchan’s eyes would wonder elsewhere, leaving the sight of his cock drilling into you and usually following up to your face, wanting to see your expressions, to see how pretty you look taking him. you always handle it so well, moaning so prettily for him, he can’t help but also wanna see your fucked out face. he’ll praise you for it, rambling about how you’re his pretty girl, how proud he is that you take him so well, how beautiful you look all fucked out for him. it only boosts your own arousal, making you desire more of him, thirsty for everything sungchan will give you. he can’t help but feel his cock twitch deep inside you when he notices your expression, almost as if your determination and desperation for him only makes him also want you more. you’ll get absolutely lost on each other, so drunk off of your own lust for one another that, in that moment, absolutely nothing else matters, no fully coherent thoughts coursing through your brains.

sometimes, when he was getting closer and his thrust were getting sloppier, sungchan would drift his gaze towards your chest too, watching as your breasts bounced up and down in synch with his movements. he loved it, loved to watch every part of your body react to him — how your thighs trembled, how your stomach flexed, how your nails dug into his arm, how your back arched, and even how your boobs bounced. it was irresistible, such a pretty view, so he wouldn’t think twice before wrapping his lips around your perky nipples, sucking on them softly, basically absentmindedly, but still eliciting loud moans to escape from your lips because of it, that stimulation added with how his cock felt stretching you out, pushing in and out of you roughly, and with the how his thumb still pressed over your clit enough to make you reach your high, screaming his name shamelessly as pure bliss hit you like a train, each orgasm always somehow seeming greater than you remembered the last one sungchan gave you being.

noticing your state, and feeling how much tighter your pussy suddenly felt, sungchan too would reach his high, warm cum filling you up, painting your inside white while he still kept moving, starting to slow down to help you both ride out your orgasms. you’d both feel so drained by then, brains hazy and bodies feeling heavy, your minds still somehow only able to formulate thoughts about one another. sungchan would get so clingy by then, wanting to hold you, to feel you close to him. he’d stay in the same position, his lips no longer on your nipples but his head still resting on your chest, both of his arms lacing around your waist and his cock still inside you, softening wrapped around in your warmth, stopping his cum from spilling out.

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[jebi-won]

soft launching

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: soft launching with sungchan

warnings: cursing, big back jokes, kys jokes, etc

© jebi-won ── all rights reserved to me. please don't copy my work or share without my permission and crediting me

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[hannie-dul-set]

THREE'S A CROWD — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. three of your friends fight for your affection, totally not because they like you— but simply because they can’t stand the idea of you liking someone else.

PAIRINGS. jung sungchan, park wonbin, hong seunghan x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, rom-com, reverse harem, just a bunch of arrogant and silly little boys in denial, a collection of italicized oh moments in succession, featuring the rest of riize and nct. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, mild possessiveness, so much petty and childish behavior, drinking, breaking and entering, may add more in the full fic. WORD COUNT. preview: 3.2k | full fic: est. 15-18k.

RELEASE DATE. november to december. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. i said i'd do it. so i did. i am. and i'm having so much fun writing another shitstorm of a harem so i hope you find this as fun as i do HAHAHHAHA. sick and tired of seeing nothing but smut under the riize x reader tag so here is my contribution to society. you're welcome.

preview under the cut.

THERE ARE CURRENTLY THREE HEADS IN THE MALE DORMITORY LOUNGE. One is Sungchan, tinkering with the foosball table by himself because the other two heads are refusing to play with him. Second is Wonbin laid comfortably on the couch, headphones on and using his lap as a drum set. Last is Seunghan, on the floor for some reason, and eyes trained intently on his phone with his thumbs tapping on the screen like a madman.

The number gets added when Sohee rushes in from the front door, a large McDonald’s paper bag in hand and four large cups of soda in the other. “Order’s here!” he announces. The three heads quickly pop up from their respective businesses and congregate to the dining corner of the room.

“Fuck,” Sungchan groans, following the scent of the warm, freshly cooked mcnuggets on the table. The other three are already seated and poking holes in their soda cups. Sungchan is still groaning like a zombie. The two open nugget boxes are enticing him. He won’t . He must not. “I can’t eat. I forgot I had dinner plans tonight.”

“With a girl?” Sohee asks. The number of nuggets is depleting by the second. If the rest of the guys come down, there will be none left for him.

“Yes,” Sungchan replies. He swallows hard. Wonbin takes the boot shaped chicken right before his very eyes. This is torture.

Seunghan scrunches his nose, mid-nugget. “Boo. You whore. It’s guys night. How can you do this to us?” 

“A few nuggets can’t hurt,” says Wonbin. He pokes the box closer to Sungchan. 

“You’re right. Move over.”

They snort at his flimsy conviction. Sungchan argues that he is simply experiencing the delicacies of both the east and the west tonight. You’re supposed to have Japanese with him tonight. There is nothing wrong with cross-cultural enjoyment. He is simply diversifying his palate.

“So, is it a date?” asks Seunghan.

“No. I’m just eating out with a friend.”

“Just the two of you?” 

Wonbin raises a brow with the question. Sungchan counts the numbers in his head. “Yeah.” If he eats another nugget, then that would make it five. Five can be counted with only one hand. That isn’t a lot. This is fine.

“Oh man,” Sohee snickers. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s a date.”

“No way!” he defends, the fifth and final nugget stuffed in his mouth. Sungchan swallows before continuing, wiping his hand on the pile of tissue papers on the table. “It’s not a date. I mean, she did tell me that she has a little crush on me, but it’s not a date.”

The three don’t miss the slight curl of his lips— a bastard’s sly grin. It’s a date. It’s definitely a date. Seunghan gives him a hard smack on the back. “The girl has a crush on you, how is it not a date, you piece of shit?”

“Ow! Hey!” he glares at him. “It really isn’t! We even had a whole talk we’re keeping it strictly platonic. I’m not interested in her in that way and she knows that. I’m not doing anything wrong here!”

There’s both disappointment and judgment in Wonbin’s face. “Quit leading her on.”

Sungchan gasps. “I’m not!”

“Who is it anyway?” Sohee asks right before taking an obnoxious sip on his soda. “Maybe I know her.”

“Well, I doubt it,” he starts. “I’m pretty sure you guys don’t know her, but she’s—”

Your name stumbles out of Sungchan’s mouth. It falls quiet, save for Sungchan’s explanation that he met you through the soccer team’s captain, Nakamoto Yuta, and that he’s known you for around half a year now. You’re in different majors, but it turns out you have quite a lot of friends from his team, so you bump into each other a lot. Sungchan knew about your crush on him early into your acquaintanceship— which is why having dinner with you and just you isn’t, “and shouldn’t be that big of a deal! It’s not a date. Seriously.”

“Okay, it’s not a date,” Sohee relents. Sungchan nods proudly at his victory.

“Yes. It is not.”

“But you know what’s funny—” Sohee’s eyes move to Seunghan. “The girl you told me about has the same name. What a coincidence.”

Seunghan is sitting on the table like a mound of stone. He’s got a half-eaten nugget in his hands. He’s not putting it in his mouth. “That’s right,” he simply says. There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “That is pretty funny. What a coincidence.” Coincidence, Seunghan repeats in his head. Yes. It must be a coincidence. He nods to himself and throws the nugget remnants into his mouth, satisfied with that conclusion.

“What girl?” Wonbin rouses. Seunghan turns his head to him sharply.

“Oh,” he says. “A friend from highschool.”

“A friend that’s had feelings for him since highschool,” Sohee grins. “You said she was pretty. Why didn’t you two start dating?”

Is this the chicken’s fault? Why the heck does everything keep circling back to dating? “I don’t know. I’ve just never seen her in that light,” Seunghan explains. He doesn’t know why he’s getting riled up, but he is. “And just because someone confessed to you doesn’t mean they want to start dating. Dude, I feel like you’re the one that should go and find a date. Being single is getting to your head.”

Seunghan has been friends with you since eleventh grade, being classmates and all. You confessed to him early into grade twelve, and even though he didn’t return your feelings, it was never awkward because you never acted differently. In fact, sometimes he second guesses if it actually happened. Just a few days ago, he asked if you still like him to confirm. All you said was, “yeah, why?” and continued working on your assignment. That’s why sometimes he forgets. That’s why it’s not worth bringing up.

Until now, when your name suddenly keeps popping up. Wonbin utters the same. Seunghan and Sungchan’s head quickly snap towards him. “You guys aren’t talking about SM-ARTS Chairperson, right?”

SM-ARTS is an art organization in your university. It’s been a well known org since its foundation— half because of its achievements, half because of its stupid (smart) name. “That’s...yes, that is her.” Seunghan gets a bad feeling. A really bad fucking feeling, and it’s not just having too much unhealthy chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. “Why? Do you also know her?”

“Of course I do. I’m literally her Vice Chair,” Wonbin furrows his brows. This is strange. He’s been working with you since the beginning of the year and you’ve never mentioned a Jung Sungchan nor a Hong Seunghan before. What’s even stranger is their assertions that you have feelings for them. You. For them. It’s a ridiculous thought to entertain because, “she literally told me that he has a crush on me. What are you two talking about?”

Wonbin couldn’t get a more direct confession than yours. It’s typical for the rest of your org officers and members to tease the both of you— the snickers and hollers when you’d call him to discuss something in private, the teasing saying you two look good together. Hell, some of the kids even call you both mom and dad and it’s gone to the point where he’s told them off to quit it because you might be uncomfortable. But you’d always say, “it’s fine,” and “you didn’t mind,” with a sweet smile on your face. Now, he’s no stranger to those insinuations, and for the sake of your professional relationship, he needed your denial or agreement.

Turns out, you do have a crush on him.

So this has become very, very awkward.

“Maybe—” Sungchan stammers. “Maybe...maybe we’re each talking about a different person, maybe there’s actually three different— oh, hey. What are you doing here?”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

“Hey!” 

The sound of your voice bouncing around the male dormitory walls feel foreign and jarring, especially after the conversation that had just transpired. You set down your bag on their couch, walking up to them with a bright smile that doesn’t match their vibe at all.

There’s tension in the air. A very thick and palpable tension and the three are exchanging glances and looks as if to say, ‘Go on. Go say hi to her first if she’s the girl you’ve been talking about.’

But you beat them to it. “Wow. I didn’t think you three knew each other!” you exclaim, skipping over to the dining corner where you find yourself in the gap between Sungchan and Seunghan. The two flinch at the closeness of your presence. Wonbin tightens his jaw. “Anyway, is Shotaro around? I need to talk to him about our trip this weekend, but he’s not replying.”

“He’s in his room. Upstairs. Fourth floor.” 

It’s not a competition, but hearing how quickly the response falls out of Wonbin’s lips sure does makes it seem like it is. Sungchan has his mouth open, gives Wonbin a look, before closing it again. Seunghan never even got the chance, and Sohee is looking at the scene unfold like it’s a goddamned trashy movie.

“Great, thanks!” you beam. “Oh, and we’re still up for dinner tonight, right?”

They can’t go for another speed contest because the question is reserved for one person only— Sungchan, who seems to be caught off guard. “Yeah. Absolutely,” he manages to squeeze out. You smile.

“Sweet. Wonbin, have you prepared the documents I asked for tomorrow’s meeting?”

It’s like a question carousel. “I’ll send them later for you to review.”

“Perfect! Right, and Seunghan—” There goes another rotation. “Mind driving me to the reunion this Friday? Jaeha bailed on me at the last minute, that son of a bitch.”

Seunghan blinks at you, in a daze. “Sure.”

“Nice! And you—”

Your attention lands on the last person at the table. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan didn’t expect you to even entertain him. “Sohee,” their friend fills in, a little taken aback. You flash him a bright grin.

“Sohee! Nice to meet you! Love your necklace. Very chic.”

For some reason the smile on Sohee’s face is annoying to the other three boys. “Thanks!” he says. “Have a nugget before you go.” They didn’t think it was possible, but somehow your face glows even brighter and you lean down, still between Seunghan and Sungchan, to pick up a piece from the box. 

“Thought you guys would never offer. Thank you! I’ll see you around!”

With that you disappear up the stairs, and you take all the noise and the life in the room with you. It’s quiet. So quiet— almost like there’s a standoff. That is until Sohee clears his throat, still pink from the compliment you gave him, and says, “Well. Seems like she’s the same person.” 

No fucking shit, she’s the same person. They can’t keep making excuses anymore. 

Seunghan tries to play it off with a laugh. “I can’t believe you guys would lie and joke about her having a crush on you.” His laugh isn’t well taken by the other two. It spirals down to shit all too quickly.

“What do you mean ‘lie’?” Wonbin narrows his eyes.

Sungchan hollers in. “Yeah, if anything, you’re the one that’s lying! You and him both!”

“Why would I lie?!” Seunghan protests.

“I don’t know— maybe because you’re jealous that she likes me and not either of you?”

Before they can start throwing fists, Sohee interrupts by making himself the collective target. “Have you guys considered,” he starts, hands solemnly pressed together above the crumb littered table. “That she might have a tinge of feelings for all three of you? Not just one?”

They pause in consideration. It takes them five seconds to brush him off.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“No way.”

“Why would she?”

Sohee sighs and gives up. He hears a set of footsteps rushing down and hopes it’s you, so that his three friends would finally quit it. It is you, and Sohee lifts up. Your timing is impeccable. He’s almost convinced you’ve been listening the whole time.

“Hey,” you greet them once again, flashing a smile once, before going off to retrieve your bag from the couch. The three quiet down instantaneously and have resigned to glaring at each other in seething silence. Seunghan isn’t very good at glaring at people, so he reorganizes his strategy instead.

“How’s the thing with Taro hyung?” he asks, twisting his chair to face you better. Sungchan and Wonbin give him a dirty look. That bastard. He’s even considering body language into play.

“Oh! The trip is canceled.” You sling your bag over your shoulder. “So my Sunday has been cleared. Do you guys want to make plans?”

Crap.

You just tossed them a bone.

Sohee is sure this isn’t gonna end pretty.

“Why don’t we go on a date?”

All eyes are wide. Their heads snap in the direction of Wonbin— the fast bastard. His expression is nonchalant, but his shaking knee from under the table says otherwise. “There’s a contemporary art exhibit opening downtown. Let’s check it out together,” This bitch, Sungchan’s expression seems to say. Seunghan’s disappointment seeps through the air.

“Like. A date, date?” you confirm, eyes batting expectantly, as if you have a barrier against the palpably sour and rotten mood flooding the room in ominous swirls.

“Yeah,” Wonbin confirms. He’s lucky you’re too far away to notice the sweat dripping down his neck. “Is...is that a problem? You said you liked me. Why don’t we give it a shot?”

All hell breaks loose the moment you entertain them with flustered cheeks and a shy smile.

“No! Don’t go!” Sungchan’s had it. He can’t take this anymore. “If there’s anyone you should be going out with, it should be me! You like me! Not them!”

Seunghan has left his seat and has scrambled over to you. Wonbin and Sungchan’s eyes widen. They aren’t letting him do this. They quickly follow suit but Seunghan already has a firm hold on your arms and is looking deep into your eyes. He’s put up an invisible barrier. Fuck, that sneaky bastard.

“Were you actually serious when you said that you had a crush on me since eleventh grade?” His voice cracks. If he’s trying to tap into your pity, then it’s definitely fucking working. “But why are these two saying you like them? What about us?! Am I nothing to y—”

Your index finger finds its way over Seunghan’s lips. Silence befalls. Your blank face settles into a sound smile.

“Well,” you pry Seunghan’s hands off you, still smiling pleasantly at all of them. What is this ominous feeling? Why doesn’t it seem like you’re actually smiling at them? “As far as I remember, none of you returned my confessions.”

It’s like a hammer hits all three of them at once.

“And I still like you Seunghan. We literally talked about it the other day.” You gave him a two word answer then brushed him off your essay. That was hardly a conversation. Seunghan feels wronged beyond words.

“How—how about me?”

You look over to Sungchan, who looks arguably like a kicked puppy. “What about you?”

“Well,” he clears his throat, a faint blush coating his ears. “Do you still, uh, have feelings for me too, or—”

“Sungchan, do you think I’d have kept asking you to have dinner alone with me every week if I didn’t like you?” He blinks. Beside him, Wonbin points a finger to himself. You let out a breath. “I’d be blind and tasteless if I wasn’t into you, Wonbin. Especially after working closely together since the beginning of the year. Why are you guys asking me this?”

Sohee has stopped liking all these ominous periods of silence because they’re signs that even more chaos is about to ensue. His three friends’ eyes look empty and hollow as they stare at you. Oh god, they’re far gone.

“So,” Wonbin starts.

“You like us,” Seunghan follows.

“Like all three of us,” Sungchan finishes. 

You give them a smile reminiscent of a kindergarten teacher feeling a swell of pride after her student finishes reciting the alphabet. Sohee feels sympathy pains for his friends. “Yup. I also have a crush on Johnny from med, but he’s graduating soon, so that’s a bummer. Oh! And our TA Jung Jaehyun! He has the face of a god!” Oh, dear. You stomp on them then finish it off with a spit on their faces. Sohee bites his lip, feeling both horrendously bad and curious as to how this shitshow will conclude. 

The three simmer in silence. You give them a raised brow.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Oh, there’s a fucking problem, alright.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that? I did confess to all three of you saying I have a crush on you, but I never said I was in love with you.”

Well, damn.

Neither of them like you like that, but that shit hurt for no fucking reason.

“Don’t think too much of it, sillies! And I don’t get why you’re all so affected when you’re the ones who didn’t return my feelings.” 

Your laughter is poison and your smiling face is tearing them apart. You’re heartless. You’re a devil disguised as an angel. You’re from the deepest depths of hell and have come to earth for the sole reason of tooth-achingly sweet and strawberry scented torment. If they can fall to their knees right now, they would, but their pride is tattered enough already— ripped to shreds by your unapologetic bluntness and honesty.

“Anyway, since I already have plans with the three of you within the week, Sungchan’s later this evening—” The man in question is pouting. He’s pouting very hard when your eyes skip over him, and zones into the person that’s been quiet this entire time. “Sohee! Wanna go bowling with me and my bio friends this Sunday?”

That was a bomb. A large and dangerous bomb. “Sure?” Sohee responds unknowingly. You give them one last sweet smile of torture before finally leaving.

“Great! Get my number from any of them. I have to go meet some people. Later! Thanks for the snack!”

With that, you leave them behind, but not without a trace of disaster. Once they’ve confirmed you’re gone and out, signaved by the tight shutting of the door, Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan look at each other. Then at Sohee. Then back at the closed door once more.

It’s quiet again. They don’t need to talk to settle with three mutual conclusions.

One. Sohee isn’t getting shit after the emotional massacre they went through. He can go crawl and scavenger for your number elsewhere for all they care.

Two. There’s no doubt. They all know you and you all know them. This is something they can’t ignore anymore, so they have to figure out how to behave in case a run in like this happens again,

And three—

You like them. All three of them. At the same time. 

Their pride can’t stand the idea of sharing that affection. Absolutely not. Therefore three must drop down to one. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan are dead set on making sure that that one is going to be him.

THREE'S A CROWD. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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[blue-jisungs]

charizard

author's note. idk guys ive seen a vid like that this morning n it made me really sad so :( ++ if u r interested, i wrote something kinda similiar w bts' yoongi (guys i see a pattern here but i just really love cats :( )

summary. your bf runs to u in the middle of the night whenn u need comfort after seeing a sad video of a kitty

warnings. like one curse, mention of the said cat being treated badly :(

sungchan was fast asleep when suddenly, he woke up – with no knowledge of why did that happen whatsoever. his heart raced, a gut feeling telling him that something was wrong. very wrong.

he grabbed his phone and squinted his eyes when the brightness of the screen hit him. it was nearly 2:30am, the time told him. sungchan’s gaze lingered on the wallpaper set on the discreet picture of you and him. then, he swiped to turn off the dnd and noticed that mere moments ago you shared a link with him.

he frowned and opened it, eyes landing upon a cute cat. your boyfriend smiled softly at the fluffy feline but then he noticed the text: “charizard’s small heart has just got broken after people returned him after adopting. reason? he peed in their bed – probably due to stress but ignorant…".

the pics of charizard – an orange stray cat – shuffled on the screen and it hit him.

in no time sungchan got off his bed, not bothering to change. only putting on his slippers and a hoodie, he quietly left the dorm and dialed your number. you picked up in an instant.

"hi" you sniffled through the phone and he smiled softly. he was right.

"i’ve seen the video" sungchan started, his legs leading him towards your place almost subconsciously. good thing it was just a fifteen minute walk.

"that’s just so mean" you whined, your voice at the verge of braking. he knew he shouldn’t be amused at this but he found it quite cute… you cared so much for a random stray cat that it made you cry "poor charizard… i… i wanna hug him so bad"

"i know baby, me too. the owners were just shitheads but i promise you, there will be someone who will give him a good, caring home"

"and what if his poor little cat heart gets broken again?" you sobbed. sungchan shook his head, the realization of how could it is and how underdressed he is for this weather just settling in.

"it won’t. the tiktok had a lot of views, im sure someone is willing to pamper him with love" he smiled softly. you huffed quietly, only your occasional sniffles on the other side of the line "im on my way, baby"

"cuddles?" you asked hopefully, voice still small.

"cuddles" sungchan replied, grinning.

when he was younger, he didn’t really understand the things people did for love. now, walking through seoul at night because you cried over a cat, shivering only in slippers and pjs, with you on the other side of the phone because– he knew it’s the bare minimum that he’d do for you.

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[totheseok]

☆bf seunghan texts (cat edition)

requested: no

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: I miss him so bad so more hani stuff HE'LL BE BACK SOON

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[chlorinecake]

i just got my nails done and i can’t stop thinking about how sungchan would react to them. him seeing them right after you went to the salon and immediately imagining how perfect they would look scratching his back or around his cock. i wonder if you could write a fic about this and if you could make it friend!sungchan? thank you in advance, i love your works

❛ NAILS DEEP ❜ — @ friend!jung sungchan x fem!reader 📌

contains: unprotected sex, handjob 🦩 word count: 406 👛

can imagine you randomly deciding to show up at his place one day after getting back from the salon, joining him on his couch before he caught sight of your freshly manicured nails …

“what do you think” you asked, letting him take your hands in his to examine them further, but as we all know by now, sungchan has a high sex drive, and it wouldn’t be long before his imagination ran wild.

thinking of how your nails would feel running up and down his back as he fucked into you nice and rough, or what they’d look like wrapped around his dick, pumping him til he cums all over your pretty fist.

poor sungchan… he felt himself growing in his pants just from thinking about it, and now that you were here, you couldn’t just leave him like this, all throbbing and needy…

because at the end of the day, good friends always help each other out once in a while… right?

you honestly didn’t even know that his sudden eagerness had anything to do with your new nails until he verbally said it.

“use your hands for me this time,” he groaned as you got between his legs, your usual blowjob routine becoming a one-hand show as the rings on your fingers provided just the right amount of extra stimulation he was craving, “oh fuck- just like that.”

it didn’t even take long for him to finish in your fist, not letting any of his slick go to waste as you went to straddle his lap, feeling him stretch you out as he bucked his hips up, your hands desperately clinging to his board shoulders which only drove him further over the edge.

sungchan couldn’t keep his hands to himself either, gripping at your waist to keep you in place while he continued to thrust, his mouth against yours as you gently clawed at his scalp, just to reel out more of his desperate moans.

thin red lines decorated the back of his pale skin by time you reached your climax, his mind feeling fuzzy from the way you clenched around him while riding out your highs.

at this point, the poor guy would have a whole ass scratching and hand kink for you, sending off cash every week just to make sure a fresh set stayed on your nails in case you ever decided to come over for a friendly repeat …

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[ilwonuu]

hard dom sungchan just make a mess out of you and degrading you but fucking you so good until you can’t even think anymore

im about to go feral omg..(sorry) OHSBSH THANK YOU FOR UR REQUEST. i hope this is good<3 lmk what u think!!!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you can take it right? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

↬ jung sungchan

❀ pairing- harddom!sungchan x sub!reader, established relationship

❀ warnings- pure smut, MDNI, kissing, kinda rough sex???, dirty talk, unprotected sex(IM NOT SORRY), creampie, spit used as lube??( lube is also used) sungchan likes it messy ok!!, sungchan is kinda mean but we love it, lmk what else 🙃

❀ a/n- my first riize fic??? i really like it im happy with how it came out!!! lmk what you think <3

“please fuck me- i will be so-.” he cuts you off with a desperate kiss. “fuck- look at how wet you are from me humping against you.” he teases you as he pulls your underwear to the side a bit.

“my dirty girl. you like it messy don’t you? you love being fucked like a slut.” your moaning out for him to touch you.

“i’ll be good for you-“ he just smirks as he rips your underwear so that it’s not in the way. “will you? i don’t think you will. that’s the probably sweetheart. stay still.”

he smiles as spits on you clit. licking up your slit teasingly. “touch yourself for me.” he watches as you inch your hand down to catch the spit, rubbing it against your folds.

he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as you see him take his pants off, him not having boxers on at the moment. “stay fucking still.” he grabs your hips as he spits on your clit again.

you moan and roll your hips at the contact of his spit. “yeah you like that? i knew you would. want it dirty like a slut? i’ll give it to you that way.”

you watch him rub the tip of his dick against your folds, collecting your slick as he rubs his pre-cum against your cunt. your moans have gotten louder as starts to rub it against your clit.

“what happened to that dirty attitude huh baby? you get my cock and now you can’t even speak? is that it?” you watch your boyfriend reach for something in your side table already having an idea of what it was.

“gonna make you so messy. gonna make you dumber on my cock. i bet you want me to ruin you. fuck you like you’re nothing but my toy.”

you feel him pour lube against your aching hole, you watch as he puts some on his dick. “sungc-“ he cuts you off as he pushes into you.

“shut the fuck up..” he watches as your mouth freeze as he starts to fuck you roughly into the mattress.

“yea- i like it better when my slut doesn’t talk back.” he fucks his hips into at a teasing pace.

“look that this pussy- sucking me in so desperately. like i don’t give you dick everyday. you just love taking dick don’t you? my dick hungry slut aren’t you? say it.”

he spits on your cunt again as he starts to fuck you harder. “i asked you something.” he grabs your face to look at him as he makes your eyes roll back.

“l-love your c-cock-“ he wraps his arm around your throat. “yea i know you do- you see how you fucking take it. only sluts want it like this.”

he kisses your neck before he feels your pussy clench around him. “gonna cum slut? cum baby- yea fuuck.” he watches as you start to fuck yourself against him along with his thrusts.

“i’m coming-“ he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as he fucks you faster. your legs shake as you cum hard on his dick.

“my fucking s-slut. gonna make you my cum slut.” he holds you in place as he thrusts into you a couple more times.

“sungchan- f-fuck.” he’s shooting his load deep inside you as he fucks you rough into the mattress. “take it all- fuck.” he pulls out and rubs his dick against your clit, spreading his cum around.

“you’re so messy. oh look at this slut.” he makes you shift your gaze to watch as he pushes into you again. your arousal making a loud squelch noise when he starts to shallowly fuck you.

“p-please-“ your own arousal cuts you off as you feel him start to pour some more lube on his dick. “fucking- look at me. watch how good i fuck you.” he pulls you into another sloppy kiss.

“fu-fuck feels so goo-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as you feel him spit on your clit lightly rubbing it.

“dirty fucking slut.” he speeds his hips. you know you’re in for a long and messy night.

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[1-49]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.

➺ pairing: f!reader × jung sungchan ⁝ warnings: hygiene?since they’re in public, but he’s always w his finger in his mouth, so

“Every time I think about all the girls who have ever touched your lips, I get angry,” you comment while trailing your finger along the delicate curve of his lips while spreading the remaining vanilla ice cream from the edge of his mouth across. He is being forced to open his mouth by your excessive fingerplay. Instead of starting to tease, you were only meant to clean up the remnants...

“Yeah?” ── with a foul smirk, Sungchan’s teeth finally slowly bite into your finger. 

His eyes gleam with schemes inspired by the concepts of dark angels. You could say that he does not have any coherent thoughts. His teeth become softer as he bites down.

Seeing him look at you when your finger goes farther, nearly to the point where his lips close it, is unnerving. It is quite obvious & infuriating at the same time, the way his smirk continues to ooze from his eyes. 

The ice cream begins to trickle down the cone to ur hand as the winter sun continues to melt it despite the cold weather. The world does not stop for the people who are passing by, but it does for you two. Given the level of obscenity happening, how could it not?

His tongue coils around your finger, enveloping it in warmth & moisture as it is drawn up to your knuckles and at this moment, you are thinking of nothing but devouring every fucking inch of his mouth... Of biting into his sweet lips, and of bruising him so that everyone would see. Every corner will be explored, and you will savor every feeling. The taste of your chocolate, his vanilla ice cream & even the earlier coffee will all blend together. 

His way of letting it go with an audible pop seems to be a little too passionate...

You observe him as the wind tousles the ends of his caramel hair. Like flames dancing in the breeze, his eyes hold a fire that mirrors ur own. There is this unending ache to feel his lips on your own that you cannot quite comprehend. 

The proper way to compliment him on his lips would, you know, result in seeing his ‘intense with good intentions’ thanks smile────which gives you the sickest feeling in the pit of your stomach and, since you are among those who find it difficult to accept, is evidence that you are in love.

So, it is best if he is not aware of it just yet. It is much safer to flirt than to accept. 

As you watch him lean over & nibble on your ice cream, his lips darken. There are fresh remnants as he smiles, but this time, he uses his tongue to pick up the chocolate.

He nods his head and looks at you intimately, his upper teeth still sunk as he muses over the flavor... “Tasty,” he eventually admits.

All you understand is that there is no getting rid of the sickening sensation in your tummy.

© 𝟭-𝟰𝟵. do not copy, translate, repost, and modify my works.

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[eunseoksimp]

Coming Down ; Jung Sungchan

Pairings: Bf!Sungchan x Gf!Reader

Genre: angst, infidelity

Description: explores the theme of addiction and it’s effects on relationships. the internal conflict of a man caught between the allure of a hedonistic lifestyle, and the genuine love he has for his girlfriend.

Warnings: sexual content, use of swear words, misuse of drugs and alcohol, addiction, self harm, depression, manipulation (not done on purpose), death

inspired by the song coming down by the weekend.

‘i love you.’

or so jung sungchan claimed. it was getting harder and harder to believe the words he uttered from his lips.

‘i’m sorry. i’m trying.’

you heard those words often.

sighing, you pushed his hands away from your waist, disgusted as you hand him back the bouquet of flowers he gave you.

‘i’m sick of it,’ using the pads of your fingers to rub circles on your temple, the impending headache encroaching on you.

‘please baby, i’m so stupid i know. let me try again hmm. please,’ his eyes were bright red, tears streaming down his face as he sank to his knees.

you were sure if this was maybe a couple of months ago that you would have accepted him with open arms, kissing his tears away and telling him that everything was alright.

but it was all becoming a bit too much for you and there was only so much disrespect you could take. sungchan had cheated on you again. but he wasn’t always like this.

no, your heart always yearned for the sungchan you first met, the sweet one who treated you like a princess, who cared for you and made you feel like the only girl in the world.

yet, as captain of the university’s basketball team, tall, broad shoulders and the most delicious set of arms on him, the probability of him being completely overlooked was virtually impossible.

you were willing to work through that; you weren’t insecure in the slightest and you trusted your boyfriend.

why wouldn’t you when he would show you off after games, his arms permanently around your waist as he paraded you around like his prized gift.

but soon the basketball team won more and more tournaments, acquiring more fame and a insurmountable amount of fangirls.

still, sungchan would reassure you that nothing would change.

jung sungchan told you that he loved you. you were stupid to believe him.

you remember the first time it happened. their team had just won the qualifiers and making it into the winter cup.

to celebrate, they had decided to go to the club, a whole section to them.

you weren’t the biggest fan of partying or alcohol, but you didn’t want your boyfriend to be the only one to miss out.

so you tagged along, staying as close to sungchan as possible.

over time you felt distance between you and him, both physically and metaphorically as girls crowded him, drinks being handed to him like it was water and the huge amounts of pressure from everyone around him to chug the liquor.

you felt sick to your stomach, and decided you didn’t want to make a big scene, not when it was their big night.

so you excused yourself, finding solace in the cold night air, hugging your arms around your waist as you wished to be in your bed.

you texted your boyfriend, letting him know how you felt, that you wanted him to come so you could both leave.

it was demoralising; like he didn’t even notice your absence and your chest tightened.

sungchan had been having a hard time lately and you could tell.

there was stress dumped upon him, from his overbearing parents, to his teammates, scouts from the national basketball team, all whilst having to get good grades.

you tried your hardest to be an understanding girlfriend, but you felt yourself reaching your limit tonight.

pushing off of the wall you were leaning on, growing frustrated, you head back inside, deciding you were going home tonight, with or without him.

and you were met with the sight of another girl on his lap, his hands around her waist as she put some sort of pill on her tongue, grabbing his chin and pulling him closer till their tongues connected.

your mouth was agape, frozen in your spot and you felt wonbin, his teammate, hold your wrist and attempt to drag you away from the scene.

‘i thought you left,’ he told you, shifting his weight from one foot to another, playing with his fingers as if he was the one caught cheating.

‘what- i don’t even- what the fuck was that?’ you were still at a loss of words, finding it hard to believe that it was your boyfriend you were seeing.

‘he’s never done this before i swear. i don’t know what’s gotten in to him. you know how it is, the girls finding out he’s the captain of a basketball team and suddenly they’re all surrounding him,’ he was rambling, clearly trying to make sense of what you saw.

‘i’m sorry you had to see that. you must be shocked,’ it made you more enraged that wonbin was the one apologising for his actions.

snatching the necklace off of your neck that he had just given you two weeks ago, you placed it in wonbin’s palm, also removing the bracelet he bought for you after their latest victory.

‘tell jung sungchan that he’s dead to me,’ you were beginning to walk away, wonbin trying everyhting he could to stop you, but you were so mad that you shoved him with all of your might, storming away.

you were so numb that you couldn’t even cry that night, just staring at the ceiling, hugging your pillow close to your chest.

it was when the morning came that the sadness washed over you like a wave, curling up into a ball as sobs racked your body.

it was hard to comprehend why he would do such a thing. was it the increase in female attention? or maybe because you weren’t fun enough for him?

your father did not have the best relationship with alcohol, and after seeing the way it ruined your family, you swore sobriety.

maybe sungchan didn’t like that, maybe he needed someone more exciting, something more alluring.

hearing banging on your door startled you, the noise getting increasingly higher and you weren’t sure who it could be.

getting out of bed you headed towards your door, seeing the figure of sungchan through the peephole.

you wanted to ignore him, but took pity when you saw the state of him.

bloodshot eyes, his shirt wrinkled, hair messy and he had on two completely different pairs of shoes.

‘baby,’ he lets out a shaky exhale as soon as you are face to face.

‘i’m an idiot. more than that actually. i hate myself. i hate what i did to you.’

‘did you sleep with her?’ you knew his answer could potentially destroy you, but you needed to know.

‘i- i,’ he gulped, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

that was all you needed.

‘get out,’ your voice was hoarse, already opening the door.

‘i can’t- please look at me- fuck. i can’t do this without you, i know i messed up,’ he was rambling, looking for any reason to get you to listen to him, to hear him out.

‘jung sungchan, you have five seconds to get out of my apartment before i call security,’ your voice was firm, mustering up all the courage you could get.

but he shook his head, stalking towards you, making you back up, until you came in contact with the cold tiling of your kitchen island.

‘i think i’ll hurt myself if you leave me. i can’t live without you,’ you saw a facial expression you had never seen before and you had to admit you were scared.

‘you can’t say that,’ you felt bile rise to your throat, hands now shaking. it could have been empty words, but the weight of them alone, paired with the fact that sungchan did not look like he was joking, was enough to strike fear in your heart.

‘you’re too good for me, i know. just give me a chance to make it up to you,’ he begged, his hand rubbing up the sides of your waist.

shaking your head, you pulled him off, but he was much stronger than you, hands going back to where they were.

‘sungchan get away from me,’ you weren’t sure if he could even hear you, words so quiet that it came out as a whisper.

‘i thought you said you loved me? why are you trying to leave me?’

‘you- you cheated on me. i can’t forgive it.’

‘yes you can. i know you can. you’re my good girl, of course you can,’ his lips were by your ear and you shivered, your eyes shut.

‘let me love you baby. show you how sorry i am.’

you were too weak, intoxicated by his sweet words as he scooped you into his arm swiftly, leading you towards the bedroom.

he fucked you like he was addicted to you, strong arms pinning you down as he stared deep into your soul, desperately trying to prove himself to you through the act of making love.

he was overstimulated, his cock buried deep inside of you as he forced himself to rock in and out of you, until you were begging him to stop.

he needed to prove to you that it was a mistake, that it was only you, your body that he craved.

he was overwhelmed, shrouded in pleasure but he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch you. so he could make sure his girl was having fun.

‘i love you, so so much. i love you, i need you,’ he chanted, over and over again, the grip on your waist so tight as if he couldn’t bear to let you go, even for a second.

it wasn’t until you used the little strength that you had to claw at his lower stomach, your orgasm crashing down on you so intensely that you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, that he finally pulled out.

‘i love you my sweet girl. let me make it up to you,’ he whispered into your ear, his hair tickling your neck and arms wrapping around your waist.

so you took him back. it was a dumb decision, and looking back at things, you had nobody to blame but yourself.

sungchan did so well at first, ditching his teammates and all of their partying to hang out with you, following you around everywhere you went like a lost puppy.

he was trying his hardest to get in your good graces.

but after two weeks you could tell he was starting to miss going out with his friends and he seemed more on edge than usual.

he hated taking his anger out on you, so when he was frustrated he would opt for silence, but his face would always express his emotions well.

‘spit it out babe,’ you told him as you watched him twirl the same piece of spaghetti around his fork.

‘it’s eunseok’s birthday and he’s celebrating in the club. i know you don’t like me going there though.’

‘you’re free to do what you want sungchan, i just don’t want a repeat of last time that’s all. you should enjoy your friends birthday,’ you stood up, taking your dish to the sink to wash.

sungchan ran up behind you, clearly happy, arms snaking around your waist as he rocks you both.

‘i’ll be on my best behaviour of course.’

lies. you should have known. you faintly remember seeing someone’s contact information light up your screen, but your were too engrossed in your show to check.

the streaks of light from behind your curtain woke you up the next day, and you moved to check the time.

a frown set on your face when you saw a bunch of messages, all from close friends, but the one from sungchan caught your eye the most.

i’ve been bad again. please help me.

sent 5 hours ago.

your stomach churned, hoping that the worst had not occurred. it was just a text, but it was like he was right in front of you, desperation dripping from his very being.

with shaky hands you pressed on his contact number, calling him.

it only took two rings for him to answer, the first thing he said was your name with a sob.

‘sungchan? what happened… please tell me you’re okay,’ you begun to get worried, hearing the way he was hyperventilating on the other side of the phone, please help me’s escaping his lips every so often.

‘it was all- it was just too much and it was making me nervous, so i took them.’

‘i took them and it made me feel so good… and-and warm, so i had some drinks too and i got so lost in it and fuck,’ he whimpered, finding it harder to speak with the burning in his throat from holding back his cries.

‘breathe for me baby, just take a deep breath, can you do that?’ your voice soft, hoping to provide some sort of comfort for him.

there was silence for a while, and you assumed he was listening to you, every so often hearing the patterns of an inhale and exhale.

‘can i come over?’

within the hour he was at your doorstep, flowers in hand and you knew that your fears had come true.

‘sungchan…’ you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

it was obvious he was struggling, the allure of remaining in self-destructive patterns something he was battling with.

it was becoming a habit; when he was caught up in the alcohol and the drugs he would hurt you.

but when he would come down from his high, in moments of vulnerability and clarity, he would express his genuine love for you, expressing how sorry he was and how it didn’t mean anything.

and like a fool you forgave him time and time again.

he loved you, but only when he was sober. when he was high he would forget about everything he felt.

it wasn’t the first time he had done it and deep down you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

the use of substances became a coping mechanism, a solution and a distraction from the real world and all of its problems.

he knew the negative impact it was having on your relationship, the flower shop lady knowing him by name due to how frequently he would buy bouquets to apologise.

there were many moments you wanted to end everything. it was starting to take a huge toll on your mental health, you were becoming more insecure, more paranoid.

you couldn’t feel at peace, every night he went out you lay awake, already aware of your fate.

but sungchan heavily depended on you to overcome his addiction. he craved your love and support, knowing you were the only thing still holding him together.

it was important for him to have a good support system with him to help him overcome it.

you just weren’t sure if it could be you anymore.

A cycle of indulgence and then regret, leading him to divulge his deep need and desire for you.but everyone has their breaking points.

you had lost count of how many times he had been unfaithful, and tonight was another one of those nights.

you sat with your back against your headboard as you looked up to the ceiling.

sticking to tradition sungchan sat at the foot of your bed, a look of remorse on his face.

‘please don’t leave me. i’m trying,’ he whispered, biting his lip to stop the tears.

‘i don’t know if i can do it,’ you were physically and mentally exhausted, starting to become numb to the pain.

‘i love you,’ he held your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and nuzzling his head into your neck.

you didn’t move to play with his hair like you usually did, or wrap your arms around him to pull you closer.

he took matters into his own hands, placing your hand on top of his hair, manually digging your nails into his scalp.

‘why do you keep doing this to me then? if you really love me?’ you spoke up after a while, your voice cracking as you felt a lump form in your throat.

over the past few months you had lost a countless amount of friends, all begging you to leave sungchan, that he wasn’t good for you.

you would tell them how they didn’t know him like you did, defending his behaviour, and eventually they got worn out from speaking about the same thing.

watching you ditch their outings to answer the phone to an intoxicated sungchan. missing important dates because he needed you.

you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue.

‘you’re mine, that’s why. no matter what happens you won’t leave me, you’re my good girl and you love me like i love you.’

but you weren’t sure if what you were feeling was love anymore.

a couple days later you prepared your mind for what was going to come.

the basketball team were celebrating yet again and you just knew sungchan would fuck up. like he always did.

when you saw the call coming from wonbin you weren’t even fazed, putting down the book you were reading to answer him.

‘he’s done it again, hasn’t he?’ you didn’t bother with pleasantries, wanting to get the whole ordeal over with.

the conversations would always be the same, worry and pity evident in wonbin’s voice, making small talk about your classes, or some new show that had come out.

all of this just to soften the blow of what would follow; jung sungchan has been unfaithful again.

it was silent for a couple of seconds, affirming your suspicions and you just sighed.

‘the pressure is getting worse i think. i tried my hardest to keep him away from the alcohol but of course eunseok had to be the one buying the rounds today.’

as insensitive as it sounded, you were starting to care less for the excuses that would be fed to you for sungchan’s behaviour.

wonbin was one of the only guys on the team who you spoke to, the both of you being somewhat friends.

since you hated parties and couldn’t exactly stop sungchan from going to them, you always asked wonbin to keep an eye on him.

there were many times you would get calls from him. he told you that he would rather you found out from him than an instagram story of the night, or gossiping from other people.

‘tell him to come see me tomorrow,’ you told wonbin, deciding once and for all that this would be it..

‘i’m so sorry about this, i know it must hurt but he’s not doing it to be evil. have a good night.’ and then the phone cut.

that night you lay awake all night, pondering on the status of your relationship.

it was obvious that sungchan was struggling, that he needed some help, but you weren’t sure if you were able to be that for him any longer.

inflicting pain on yourself was becoming a habit now. you couldn’t take out your anger or even your frustrations on sungchan, not when he was suffering in his own way.

so you opted to taking it out on yourself, the cold blade becoming accustomed to your warm skin.

it felt like you were constantly underwater, drowning, left completely breathless as you struggled to swim to the surface.

you were hurting too.

the next morning arrived, and the rapid banging on your front door was a tell tale sign that sungchan was on the other side of it.

dragging yourself out of bed, you took a deep breathe, hoping to remain strong in your decision.

you were breaking up with him today.

‘i fucked up again,’ sungchan confessed as soon as the door was open.

‘i know,’ you said, moving aside so he could come in.

‘don’t bother with the flowers, this won’t be long,’ your harsh tone shocked him and he frowned.

‘i won’t let you hurt me again sungchan. i don’t think we should continue our relationship,’ his face dropped, genuine fear flashing over his feautures as his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees.

‘i’m sorry, i’m such a fuck up i know. i never mean to hurt you- i swear- it’s just- fuck i don’t know what’s wrong with me,’ a flood of tears flowed down his ashen cheeks, small whimpers escaping his lips.

‘please don’t go. i’ll do better,’ he crawled over to your knees, making you flinch as you take a step back.

‘don’t do this to me. please.’

‘baby please. she didn’t mean anything,’ he had successfully managed to hook his arms around your calves.

‘oh really? and what about the girls before her,’ anger was beginning to take over you, all your pent up frustration being unleashed onto him.

his head hung in shame, sniffling as he tried to wipe his eyes, but the tears came anyway.

‘i’m done sungchan. i’m sick of waiting around for you to treat me better.’

‘you can’t manipulate me anymore.’

‘but-‘

‘yes even if you threaten to kill yourself. i don’t believe you anyway’ it wasn’t the first time he hung his unstable mental state over you, like a noose that forced you to stay with him.

you didn’t mean your words, not really, but you just didn’t want him to try and convince you to stay.

not when you were slowly decaying.

‘if i don’t have you, i have nothing left to live for. i know i’ve been bad but please forgive me,’ sungchan was practically lying at your feet, sobbing on the ground like his entire world had been ripped out of his hands.

in a way it had.

if this was the first couple of instances, it was likely you would have taken him back, apologised for your harsh words and let him fuck you as an apology.

not this time.

‘should have thought about that before you disrespected me.’

crouching down to his slumped body, you lifted his head into your hands, kissing his cheek.

‘i’m hurting too sungchan, i know a part of you feels bad. but i can’t do this anymore sungchan, i’m hurting too.’

he shook his head profusely, trying all that he could to convince you otherwise but you just wouldn’t budge.

‘i love you, i mean it with every fiber of my being, it’s true. i know i’m a fuck up, i know i’m not worthy of being with you. i-i- i’m really trying to stay away from it all, the drinking, the drugs, you have to believe me.’

you were witnessing a stark confession, sungchan laying bare his flaws and the cyclical nature of his actions.

‘i know it must suck, i hate that i’m making you so sad my pretty girl, you don’t deserve it,’ he acknowledged his wrongdoings and the pain he might be causing you.

‘you’re the only thing in my life that’s constant. you’re not pressuring me to do this or that, you’re not with me for your own benefit. that’s why i can’t let you go,’ he expressed a deep longing and need for you.

it was clear that there was an internal conflict going on inside of him, the struggle of dealing with the pressures of his life in unhealthy ways and the clarity that came soon after; he loved you and he needed you.

a raw and unfiltered yearning, a craving for connection and love.

but this would only be tied to his moments of sobriety. he had a pattern of neglect when caught up in his indulgent lifestyle.

how much longer could you take this?

‘i don’t love you,’ you lied, knowing it would hurt him.

‘i don’t love you. how could i love somebody who acts like this,’ you repeated.

‘do you mean it? you really don’t?’ he was in disbelief, his face paling and hands shaking.

‘i don’t.’

defeated, he picks himself off of the floor.

‘i’m sorry that i wasn’t a good boyfriend. don’t hate me too much,’ he looked back for the last time, an unrecognisable amount of sorrow reflected in his eyes before he left.

you thought nothing of it, crumbling to the floor, assuming the foetal position as you rocked yourself to sleep.

it was only the desperate banging on your door that woke you up, and you thought it was sungchan back again, ready to scold him.

but when you swung it open, you were met with an inconsolable wonbin, eunseok not far behind.they had never come to visit you before.

‘why are you guys here? what happened.’

as soon as you spoke he broke down again, shoulders rising as he buried his head in his hands, hiccups escaping his lips as he clung onto eunseok.

your heart was thumping in your chest, looking between the two boys who were clearly not in the right state to talk to you.

eunseok pulled out his phone, pushing his phone towards you. it was only when you read the text across the screen that you knew why they were acting like this.

in the moment you felt like your life was unreal, disconnected and floating outside of your body as you watched your now lifeless body crumble to the floor.

“young teen basketball star tragically found dead in his apartment.”

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[yutafrita]

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Pairing: Actor!Sungchan x Actress!Reader (she/her, femme presenting)

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references (18+), proceed with caution.

WC: approx. 1K

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Your polite smile was stable as you sat at the interview seat, watching the same clip. This was the third interview this week that had brought the clip for you to force a reaction to, and god it was getting difficult to feign ignorance.

“Look at how gently he caresses her hair there folks!” The interviewer gushed. You jokingly rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

The clip was a behind the scenes feature of your latest film. Your co-star, Sungchan, had noticed a small piece of confetti from your scene got stuck to your hair. He carefully picked it out, and as he did so, you were talking and laughing together. It was completely natural, but the action was clipped out and plastered everywhere online.

Yes, he may have fucked you stupid in your dressing room afterwards, but that was besides the point.

“No, no!” You giggled to the interviewer, trying to stay focused on squashing the rumors. “I am extremely professional- plus, I wouldn’t want to date another actor. We are just friends- he was taking out the confetti from my hair.”

“Well, he’s also a singer…” the interviewer noted, earning oooohhh’s from the audience.

“That doesn’t cancel out the acting, sorry!” You raised your hand in defeat, that fake smile still scrawled across your face. “I will say, he did a great job on set. All of the crew loved working with him, and I can’t wait for you all to check out the movie!”

After the interview, your manager and you quickly maneuvered to your last task of the day- a promotional photoshoot with Sungchan.

“How did the interview go?” He asked. You two stood on set in front of an ornately decorated table in costumes complimentary to your movie characters. The lighting was being adjusted, so that gave you two time to speak casually.

“Terrible. Everyone keeps gushing over that stupid clip.”

“Hm, good thing the cameras weren’t allowed in the dressing rooms,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, holding back a glare.

“You are so conceited.”

“Did I mention how wonderful you look today?” He turned his head fully towards you, his stupid, infectious smile on full display. You looked ahead, hoping most people on set weren’t picking up on your conversation.

“This is why people are suspicious,” you sighed. Your celebrity image was usually that of a sweet, but very serious professional. You hated having to do interviews as it was, but the studio for this recent film was threatening to blacklist you if you didn’t.

The clip to you wasn’t anything spectacular, either. Sungchan had snuck over to your place later that night, and you were snuggled under your sheets together as you, for the fourth time, rewatched it.

“You look so pretty,” he commented, zooming in on your wide eyes that were staring up at him.

“Hm, you’re looking at me in that way an old man looks at his wife,” you teased, in turning zooming in on the soft gaze he had set on you. He was beautiful, this there was no doubt. His eyes were soft and wide, and so easily conveyed his emotions.

“I’ll make you my wife, one day,” he muttered, his voice buried in your neck as if he was embarrassed.

“Yknow, with both of us being famous, our marriage would only last a month.”

“Then that’ll be the best month of my life,” he kissed your cheek, his hand gently motioning your chin to meet his eyes. You were avoiding these eyes- you felt like jello when you were pinned under them. He was needy though, and you gave into his wish to meet his eyes. To the public, you were stern and focused. Sungchan though, you were anything but. You could feign ignorance to any number of talk show hosts, but it was getting beyond difficult pretending that you didn’t have intense feelings for Sungchan.

“Your fans would kill me.”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Sungchan defended. Unlike a lot of young statelets, he had a solid head on his shoulders. It was one of the many things you liked about him. He was clear to set boundaries whenever possible with his fans and with the media, but he still held a lovable and warm persona. You could believe that he would do his best.

Your manager, though, wasn’t so impressed.

“You’ll be over him once you stop promoting the film together,” she rolled her eyes, typing away on her phones.

You crossed your arms, staring out of the window of the airplane. You were taking a flight from New York to Toronto after shooting a cameo in a TV show, and were hoping to see Sungchan before he had to fly back to Los Angeles for a recording session.

Your manager was wrong, of course.

Even after you both moved on to new projects, it was almost gross how often you would try to communicate and be with each other. It was a wonder still that no one had caught any photos of you two out together. Sungchan was getting more bold by sometimes not wearing sunglasses or a hat when out with you. He wanted to show you off, he’d say. And so, years after you both privately committed to the other, you finally walked the red carpet as an official couple.

Permatag! @nini0620

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݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "What Position Yall In?" ft. Hyung Line

Ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize getting jealous

Cw: nsfw, +18, established relationship, crack fic, jealousy, possessiveness, slight toxic relationship

Maknae Line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅ Eunseok

─── ⋆⋅ Sungchan

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@ sungchan — i just miss you so much baby, i can't help it . . cws : phone sex . masturbation (f + m) . oral (m) . wc : 1.0k+ . genre : smut

BOYFRIEND! SUNGCHAN who, when he goes on a week long family vacation, starts missing you a little too much by the middle of it.

he knows you're only a phone call away, so that's what he does, call you, a sweet conversation that started out about how much your boyfriend missed you quickly going south, becoming more devious without either of you even noticing it.

“i just miss you so, so much” sungchan mumbles, his voice sounding almost whiny, and that's when you realize what he wants at that moment. you're direct with it, ask him if he's hard, and when he only lets out a small moan you know he already has his hands down his shorts, probably palming himself through the fabric of his underwear. it was like he was going through withdrawal, a withdrawal of you, so needy for you he was willing to go through any lengths just to get a bit of release.

“are you alone?” you ask, your own hand moving towards your middle, fingers pressing against your clit through the fabric of your bottoms. sungchan gives you a positive hum, letting out another small groan, then telling you that he can't make too much noise though.

that's when you know there's no turning back, that now you're gonna see the end of this.

without missing a beat, and while applying a bit more strength as you touch yourself, you ask sungchan what he’s thinking, his reply more shameless than you’d expected.

“of you, laying on your bed, playing with yourself and making those pretty noises you always make for me… i wish i could just walk in and fuck you, strip you out of every single piece of clothing you’re wearing and fuck you until all you can say is my name” he told you, tone hushed but loud enough for you to catch every single word, a soft whine slipping past your lips as you finally pushed your underwear to the side, touching your clit directly, circling your fingers over it in a languid pace, hearing as lewd, wet noises spread through your room, your low whimpers mixing well with the sounds of your slick while you touched yourself.

“and what are you thinking about, pretty girl?” sungchan asked after hearing your reaction to his words, that enough for him to know he had you exactly where he needed you.

“of how much i want your cock in my mouth right now, how good it always feels when you pull at my hair and make me swallow it all even if i can barely handle it. just thinking about it drives me crazy channie, how sensitive you always get when i lick your tip, and how messy it always is when you let me play with you” sungchan groaned as you spoke, throwing his head back and pulling his hard cock out of his shorts, stroking it at a fastening pace — your filthy words, how you used the nickname you always reserved for your more intimate moments, everything about the whole situation driving his crazier than he had expected it to.

“tell me how you’re touching yourself right now baby, please” sungchan said breathlessly, his eyes closed and his mind running a million miles per hour, his fingers gripping harder around the base of his dick before moving up to his tip, spreading his pre-cum down the entire length, groaning as lowly as he could, so only you could hear him through the phone.

“i’m playing with myself like how you always do before you fuck me” you replied, sungchan immediately answering back with another question.

“does it feel as good as when it’s me?”

“no, your fingers feel so much better” you spoke through a low moan, moving to stuff two fingers inside yourself, letting out another mewl as you felt them push into you, moving them slowly, almost as if you were teasing yourself.

“i wish i was fucking your pussy right now, i’m driving myself crazy just thinking about it” sungchan said, holding back just how loudly he actually wanted to moan, moving his hand faster, desperate for more. “i want you to make yourself cum to my voice, you can do that, right?”

you hummed at sungchan’s request, bending your fingers and pressing them against that spongy spot inside your hole, biting at your bottom lip hard, pressing your lids close together and imagining sungchan was right next to you — much like how he was doing, just that he was instead thinking of you on top of him, fucking yourself on his cock, while you imagined him pushing his fingers in and out of you.

“‘m close” you mumbled, feeling warm pleasure bubble up around your lower stomach, moving your fingers faster, seeking more of that sweet sensation.

“me too, fuck-” sungchan groaned, his voice fading as you only heard him let out a low, dragged out moan, then only his breath being hearable through the phone, it’s pace quickening until he cursed one more time, his voice now strained. “i’m cumming” he grunted, his hands moving faster until strings of milky cum were dripping down his fingers, staining them and running down until it dripped to his shorts.

almost as a chain reaction, you too felt your orgasm burst inside you right after, your high crashing into you hard, making you let out a louder than expected moan before also going silent, only your ragged breath left as you slowed down the pace in which you moved your fingers.

eventually, you two calmed down, taking you a few moments before you spoke again.

“i really wish you were here” sungchan said through a laugh, looking at the mess he had made of himself.

“me too” you replied through a pout, your eyes also focused on the mess you had made.

“i miss you too much already”

“you’re going through withdrawal or something” you laughed, giving yourself a second before getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up, much like what sungchan was doing at the same time as you.

“feels like it” your boyfriend replied through a chuckle, your conversation after that going back to being lighthearted, his need for you still alive, but at least a bit tamer now.

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[ourdadai]

Oii! Quando puder, poderia fazer umas do Sungchan do riize?

riize [ sungchan ] lockscreens ♡

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[hannie-dul-set]

could you do loud sungchan who gets quiet and shy around quiet and cool y/n please 🙏

[blizzard]. there is a storm in korean language department.

“midterms over! guess who’s throwing a party this friday?”

the storm’s name is jung sungchan.

“hey, man! see you!” he high fives with one of his peers, greeting them one after another like a hurricane sweeping everything along the path into his relentless torrent. “mrs. kang! wanna join too?”

loud and outgoing, friends with everyone, jung sungchan. from day one, he’s made a mark on the walls for skateboarding and crashing into the lecture hall— a literal mark, because the scratches his stunt left on the tiles are still there. the fact that he wreaks havoc in his wake is very fitting for the metaphor.

“that guy was talking shit about you the other day. why did you ask him to come?” one of his friends questions. sungchan simply shrugs and continues his series of thirst-second small talks with everyone he passes by in the hallway.

“you’re invited! and you’re invited! and you’re invi—” 

that is, until something puts the storm to a halt.

“invi...invited...”

someone, rather. there’s only one person that can silence jung sungchan— catch him voiceless and stuttering, demoted to a mere drizzle by their mere presence. his eyes widen and he stops dead in his tracks, nearly stumbling over, like the sky clearing after a sudden downpour. the calm after the storm.

and that person is you. 

“uhm,” he starts, eyes averted, pulling down his collar with a swallow to let some air in. “i have a party this friday. would you— would you like to come?” 

when you don’t reply immediately, your silence and blinking eyes filling the air, sungchan feels his airways clog and head going dizzy. “oh,” you simply say. he can’t feel the muscles on his face.

“it’s— it’s not a birthday party or anything, no, it’s just to celebrate the end of our midterms and—”

“yeah, i heard you,” you cut him off. “i’m just surprised that you’re talking to me.”

what...what is that supposed to mean? jung sungchan is friends with everyone. he knows the name of the 8 p.m. security guard’s grandson, and how miss lee is going to get married next week. he doesn’t have any trouble striking up a conversation with a stranger, and awkward silences don’t belong in his vocabulary.

but awkward is the only way to describe the silence here. 

the storm has died. it always disappears when you’re in the equation. it’s either your quiet nature just cancels out sungchan’s innate sociability, or perhaps your usual calm and unmoving face just makes him nervous and uncomfortable around you.

“w—well, everyone’s free to come! free booze, or whatever, haha.”

the answer is none of the above.

”i have an appointment in the evening,” you reply “but i’ll stop by if i can. thanks.” when you walk past him, you leave behind a pat on his shoulder, and sungchan suddenly hears thunder rip out— a turbulent, violent storm crashing in. 

the answer lies in the fact that jung sungchan has a stupid fucking crush on you

your face slices off his silver tongue in an instant, and your touch makes his steady heart go crazy like there’s a cyclone shaking it up to oblivion. he he clutches the remnants of your warmth seeping into his clothed shoulder, a bright shade of red painting his face.

there is a storm in the korean language department. it’s in jung sungchan’s ribcage, and there’s no sign of evacuation.

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Hi hi! Hope you’re doing well <3 i wanted to know if you could write a small drabble with infatuation!Sungchan? Love your work!

Hi hi! Hooooooly it's been a while since I wrote anything infatuation related so yeah let's do it! Thank you also!

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Infatuation AU Pairing: Yandere!Sungchan x Reader TW: Mild unsettling themes Notes: This takes place quite some time after Sungchan's ending but you can definitely read this without reading that.

Sungchan had this awful habit, you'd noticed as of late. When something would stress him out he'd run straight to you, tightlipped and with his eyes looking everywhere but to you. He was a nervous wreck, you knew this for a while now, and you also knew that you were a safe space for him, such was obvious.

And now, when he came back home, he was doing that habit again. He was with you but he wasn't with you, just keeping himself busy while occasionally checking if you were behind him. Right now, he's seated at the kitchen table, a small brush in one of his hands and one of your bunnies in his other as he brushes through her fur. You'd known as soon as he walked through the door that something had happened, and you'd been waiting for him to come to you, but he hasn't yet.

"Sungchan?" You leaned over to look at him carefully. You could tell he was listening to you. "Sung, I think you're being too rough with her," you watched the bunny squirm in his hands and, immediately, Sungchan ceased his movements. The bunny wriggled out of his grasp and onto the table. Carefully, you approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Is everything alright? Did you want to talk about it?" Sungchan didn't respond, but it was obvious that he was thinking. He wasn't looking at you either, instead, he was fixated on the bunny, who was looking for a way off of the tabletop.

"Is it..." he finally speaks and you listened carefully. "Is it suffocating in here?" He asks you.

"Well, if it is, we can just open a window," you say.

"That's not what I mean," he continues to watch the bunny hop around.

"I mean, we haven't really been out since we moved," you chose your words carefully, you knew how he was with you leaving the apartment.

"We have, though," Sungchan's nails started to dig into the pads of his fingers. "You haven't, though," he says. Your breathing stilled for a moment. "Did you... did you want to go out sometime? Alone, I mean," he asks.

This was a test.

"It would be nice, but are you okay with that?" You asked him. The last time you went out alone...

It wasn't good, let's just leave it at that.

"Yeah, I am," he says. He picks up the bunny now and places her on the floor. "I think it would be good for both of us," he says. Your shoulders fell slowly. "Go ahead," he says. "But don't be out long, please," he adds quickly after.

"Yes, yeah, I'll be home before dark," you nodded and bent down slightly so you could see him at eye level. "I promise," you held your hand out and Sungchan linked your pinkies together.

"You promised."

"I did," you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "I'll be right back," you said to him, grabbing the keys on your way out, he waves goodbye to you and you did the same.

You waited until you were a block away to be sure, though. And once you were? A huge smile rose on your face. You didn't know when you'd have a chance to be out on your own. Finally, you thought...

Freedom.

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