#can channie be my skater boy?

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Ice Skating AU - The Beginning

A/n: So obviously this deviates from the original Yuri On Ice anime, but since most of the story IS based off Yuri On Ice, I’ll keep it as it is :D THIS AU IS INPIRED BY YURI ON ICE. I'm changing it's name to just Ice Skating AU since I decided to expand on the universe and give Jeonghan a different backstory :)

I originally just really wanted to adapt a oneshot I wrote, but it ran away from me. Regardless, I like that this gives Jeonghan in this AU a bit more backstory other than just being an amazing skater haha 

Pairing: Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan)

Warning(s): None really, just some fluff, wistfulness, wishful thinking and all that

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Yuri On Ice AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites (Sometimes) Attract

Swish. The puck hits the back of the net, clattering onto the ice, and the team erupt into celebration, clapping Jeonghan on the back while their opponents slump in defeat as the obnoxiously loud sound of the final buzzer goes off.

The redhead Captain grins tiredly, nodding his acknowledgements at the never-ending congratulations and celebrations, but his heart’s not in it. He yearns for a different kind of swish.

It’s not the swish of the net, or the swish of his teammates flying past him in hot pursuit of the little black disc. He’s aches for the almost silent swish of his skates when they slice the air in a camel spin, and the swish of air that rushes by him when he executes a perfect triple axel.

But no one would understand. They’d tease him, laugh at him, mock him even, because that kind skating is for girls.

“Serves them right for trying to challenge the top college hockey team in Korea,” Soonyoung scoffs, and Jeonghan snaps back to reality when he sees his vice-captain being slammed into the barrier.

Ouch.

“Don’t be a sore loser!” Jihoon snarls, standing protectively over Soonyoung. His vice-captain gets up dizzily, being careful to not get his fingers sliced off, shooting an unfocused glare at their opponents.

“That last shot was a goddamn foul!” the opponent’s captain, a Do Kyungsoo, snaps, towering over Jihoon. Jihoon really doesn’t look that intimidating, especially since he dyed his hair cotton candy pink (ironically, Jihoon’s one of the most terrifying hockey players in the team), but the tension is broken before it can escalate.

Jeonghan turns away from the scene, heading off the ice, wishing he had the rink to himself so he can practice in peace, thanking the skating gods that the ice will get smoothed over before his private practice, so he doesn’t have to wobble over the digs and divots him and his hockey mates have left all over the rink.

He hops into the shower, sighing when he feels the aches melt away under the hot water. He inspects his hip idly, frowning when he can see a bruise beginning to form from a tackle earlier in the game.

This sport is so violent, he muses quietly, towelling off quickly and slipping into his clothes so he can grab some food and a nap before coming back to the rink to work on his secret little skill .

Unfortunately, life (read: his team) had other plans.

“Hyung, come on, you can rest after dinner! We’re going for samgyeopsal,” their youngest whines, tugging at Jeonghan’s sleeve.

“I’d love to Channie-ah, but I’m really tired,” Jeonghan murmurs, internally wincing a little at the lie, hating that he’s disappointing Chan.

He would love to join them for dinner, but he also wants to work on his routines without feeling sick and bloated from the mildly disgusting amounts of meat his team ate. He needed to get them perfect. He was going to make the switch this fall, and he knew he needed to be the best if he wanted to avoid being made fun of and lose all of his friends. 

“Jeonghan hyung, please, please, please join us?” Seokmin chirps, and he’s bombarded with pleas and whines he can’t bring himself to refuse. “Fine, fine,” he sighs, ruffling Chan’s hair and mentally calculating the hours he has left, grimacing slightly when he realizes he only has a few hours to practice.

Three hours, two bottles of soju, and far too much meat later, Jeonghan drops his skate bag on the empty benches, shooting a fond smile to the old night guard patrolling the rink. He was the only other person who knew Jeonghan figure skated. Heck, the old man was the one who taught him everything he knew, and gifted him with a passion for figure skating.

“Late night tonight?” he asks, settling down to watch Jeonghan warm up on his figure skates.

“The boys wanted dinner after we won the game, so it’s a late night I guess, coach,” he teases, and the night guard laughs, waving away the term.

“Boy, call me coach again and I won’t teach you Yuzuru Hanyu’s Sochi Short Program,” the guard snarks, and Jeonghan pouts, pulling away from the barrier  to practice key points in the routine.

“Extend more! Your leg needs to be straighter,” the guard calls out, watching Jeonghan glide across the ice effortlessly.

“Again,” he demands, not letting Jeonghan move on until he’s satisfied.

Jeonghan’s dead tired after his grueling session, but it feels so good to be doing something he truly loves. The music, the movements, the grace and poise, it made him so, so happy.

“You need to tell your team. They need to see how good you are,” the guard sighs, settling down next to Jeonghan’s panting form.

“They’ll make fun of me, kick me out of the team,” Jeonghan protests, shaking his head. “No, not until I can prove I’m good enough. Not until I’ve made it into the amateur finals,” he insists, and the guard glances up, spotting  figures huddled in a dark corner of the rink.

“Well then, go polish your routine, sitting on your ass isn’t gonna help,” the guard nags, and Jeonghan snorts so hard he almost chokes, coughing as he gets back up and into the rink.

He shakes off his nerves, head held high as he settles into his starting position.

Extend your lines, finish your movements.

The music starts, and nothing else matters to Jeonghan.

He revels in the swish of his blades and the movement of his body, fluid and sharp in time with the music. Jeonghan feels so free, letting the music flow in his bones and the rush of exhilaration as he pulls off each jump, spin, and trick flawlessly.

He’s so lost in the music, he doesn’t realize his audience has multiplied to more than just his not-coach coach. Jeonghan finishes breathlessly, eyes shut as he takes in the joy and happiness he feels right now.

And then he hears the applause.

His eyes fly open, and he’s greeted by his teammates... cheering?

He’s stunned, hands flopping to his sides as he stares in shock at his entire team hollering and cheering for him. Jeonghan spots the guard standing, smirking knowingly at him, and immediately knows that it’s his doing.

“HYUNG WOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD!” Seokmin’s voice travels through the rink and Jeonghan laughs nervously, scratching his head shyly.

Oh fuck

Oh holy fuck

They know now

Oh my holy fucking shit.

Soonyoung’s quiet, regarding Jeonghan intently. He steps off the ice, still panting from the exertion, and Soonyoung turns to look at Jeonghan. He’s fully expecting anger of some sort, or disbelief that their beloved captain figure skates, but the words that leave his mouth leave Jeonghan stunned.

“Please show us how you turn so quick. It’ll really give us an edge over the rest.”

What?

“You’re... not angry?” Jeonghan asks in disbelief, and Soonyoung stares at Jeonghan, confused. “I mean... it’s nothing like hockey,” he trails off, and Soonyoung laughs lightly.

“Hyung, I’m a dance major, why on earth would I be upset that you like to dance? You’re really good, you should totally compete,” he winks, and Jeonghan turns scarlet.

He stumbles over his explanation, stuttering that he was afraid that the team would make him choose between hockey and figure skating, and that they would tease him for wanting to figure skate instead of playing ice hockey.

“You were always too pretty for hockey,” Chan interrupts Jeonghan’s panicked rambling, and the rest of his team nod in agreement.

“If you really want to choose figure skating we’ll all definitely support you! We’ll just also be sad because you’re really good at ice hockey,” Wonwoo offers, and Jeonghan nods thankfully, feeling a wave of relief overcome him, and suddenly he’s exhausted.

The old guard sees the exhaustion on Jeonghan’s face, and shoos the ice hockey team away, patting Jeonghan on the shoulder comfortingly. “You don’t have to make a decision now. It’s getting pretty late, so get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll work on drills,” he reassures, and Jeonghan shoots him a grateful look.

Jeonghan knows he’s going to quit ice hockey, but he doesn’t want to let his team down mid-season. It means he’ll miss this year’s qualifiers, but it also just means he has more time to practice and perfect his skills, and wow the world when he finally makes his debut.

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Title: Cool off Fandom: BAP Member: Junhong Genre/Warning: Smut, kinda fluffy I need some fluff when I write Jun smut cos HES STILL A BBY IN MY EYES lol hes older than me, swearing (shame on you and your potty mouth!), public indecency (horny kids these days) it was meant to be teasing, but I decided Junhong is a good boy for putting up with you so he deserves something more...  Summary/Request: {Request} how about the smut is about him and his s/o on a date and he teases her in public ;) A/N: Listen to this x cos why not! Okay so view this x but, I also recommend to view this x Word Count: 2802

It was a relatively hot day and you knew that your comfortable season of layer up layer, thick jumpers and comfortable jeans was over. You face was flushed and your night shirt stuck to your slightly sweaty form due to the heat, so when you went to pick out your clothes you decided that it was only logical to wear something loose fitting and… short.

A cute crop tee that flashed just a little waist and a skater skirt was perfect for the weather ‘and for your date’ you brain added as an afterthought. You decided to bring a cap too.

Once you were ready after having a much needed shower, keys in hand, wallet on your person, earphones firmly placed and phone slotted into your bra strap, you locked the door and made your way to the bus stop.

Even the short walk had managed to make your skin form a thin layer of sweat, your neck and collarbones slightly shining. You fanned your face, feeling hot even in the shade, listening to your music as you waited for the bus.

The bus arrived on time as usual and you chose the seat right at the back, sitting by the window and daydreaming out the window. You barely paid any attention to the stops you passed and let out a yelp when someone’s body crushed you. You were ready to let that foul mouth your mother always told you off for loose, sharp eyes shooting to the person who had the audacity to wrap their arm around your shoulders when you saw the biggest grin on the biggest stupid fluff-ball you’ve ever met in your life.

“Shithead!” You mumbled punching him without much strength in the chest. Of course though, the over dramatic giant baby he was, he had to squeal like a little school girl, attracting the attention of the thankfully few people on the bus. “AH!” He wheezed, holding his chest as he fake gasped for breath. “Oh the pain!” He flung himself back into the seat, his free hand dramatically pressed to his head. You rolled your eyes turning from him and turned up your music.

“Hey.” Poke. You took deep breathes. “Hey.” Poke. “Hey, hey, hey” Poke, poke, poke.  ‘I will not commit murder. I will not commit murder. I will not com-’ “CHOI JUNhong I swear to God!” You seethed, lowering your voice to scold the childish boy beside you. “Hey baby.” He grinned adding a cheeky peck to your cheek. 

Junhong loved to tease you. It was so much fun to see your cheeks shade an angry red and your brown orbs deepen to the point he could see himself reflected in your lovely eyes. The way your voice would shakily lower when you were in public as to not cause a scene. How your hands clenched to resist slapping his smug smile. He loved it so much. 

His arm around you pulled you tighter to him as he rested his head atop of yours, ignoring your complaints of “It’s too hot.” “Don’t you know its like 30 degrees arsehole I’m going to die.” “You feel like a fuckin’ radiator, move!” Of course your complaints eventually ceased, eventually, when the two of you were a stop away from the city centre.

“C’mon baby.” Junhong and all his long limbs stood from his seat, careful not to his head, holding his hand behind him for your to hold onto. You roll your eyes, but took it anyway, feeling a different warmth as his large hand gently held yours.

Outside was surprisingly more stifling that the bus with the shitty air con that did very little to cool anyone. “Wow baby, you look good.” You looked up at Junhong who was taking in the sight of thighs being teased by a short skirt, trailing up to a very grabbable waist, your crop top fitting very nicely over your breasts. He blinked when he reached your face, eye brow arched and hip jutted out in attitude. “Done looking?”Junhong’s arm quickly wraps around you to pull you into him. He stares you down, licking his lips and whispers, “You’re barely wearing anything anyway, but... I really want to rip those clothes off of you.” Your eyes widen. Attitude fading into embarrassment and heat no long from the sun but from blood rushing to give your cheeks and ears a shade of hot red. You pull back quickly, shoving his chest and kicking his shin, “Perv!” You speedily walk around him, pissed that there was no breeze to cool your cheeks and that you felt your nether regions tighten as his words. 

Junhong chuckled, tilting his head to check out your arse swaying with your angry steps, your skirt inching a bit too high at times to reveal plump cheeks and ‘fuck no way is she wearing that underwear’. Junhong speedily made his way to you, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you in no time. You said nothing when he fell in step with you, staring straight ahead and hoping your cap shaded your still reddened cheeks. Junhong pouted, thinking you were mad. “baby~” He whined shaking his arms side to side, long limbs looking ridiculous. “Don’t be mad, you know what you do to me.” He pouted and brought out the puppy eyes, bending to get closer to your face. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to quickly push his face away and avoid him, scared he would see your flushed state. “It’s fine.” ‘Fuck, my throat feels dry.’

Junhong gave you a sceptical look. “It doesn’t seem like that to me... You still seem ma-” “ICE CREAM!” You blurt, wanting to avoid this painful conversation. Junhong stares at you, frowning slightly. “I’m hot so.. let’s get ice cream.” You take a hold of his hand, dragging him toward the ice cream parlour. ‘Maybe that will help to cool me down...’

There were quiet a few ice cream parlours in the centre, but you always preferred the ones outside, overlooking the river. You and Junhong entered the centre, relieved at the air conditioning fanning your skin; you still somehow felt hot though. Going up the escalator till you reached the forth floor, you headed toward the outer stores, walking till you reached the ice cream parlour. The inside was busy, no doubt people wanted to escape the heat. but outside had only a few people. 

“Hello and welcome to Kee-kreams. We are offering a 5% discount to people who sit outside, we know it’s hot, but we really appreciate your interest in our store.” A cute girl with chubby cheeks recited and you wondered how many times the poor thing had to repeat the line. Junhong told her that’s fine and the two of you followed her out onto the balcony. “Is this seat okay?” She asked leading you over to the far corner, a table by the tall glass to give you a view. You nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect.” “Great! here’s your menu, just press this when you’re ready to order.” You thanked her, taking a seat and looking out into the distance at the sun making the water glisten. 

“Shall we get something to share?” You turned to Junhong, having forgot his earlier comment and smile. “Sure!” Junhong had picked something tasty in no time and made the order shortly after. While you both waited, Junhong held your hand from across the table, absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as you both small talked. “Wait? So Himchan kissed Jongup? but he reckons it was an accident?” You say in disbelief. Junhong laughed, nodding his head furiously. “How can you accidentally kiss someone playing blind mice? He reckons he “Fell” on his lips.” You laugh, snorting to reply, “Please, Channie’s thirst for Uppie is too painfully blatant.”

“Orders up!” You both turn your head to the cheerful girl who seated you, hand detaching from Junhong’s as she places your shared dessert on the table. “Hope you enjoy!” You’re already licking your lips; mountains of ice cream, tons of chocolate sauce, wafers and cherries, what more could you want?

You were about to reach for the spoon, but Junhong grabbed both of them before you. He cheesily grinned. “Let me feed you baby!” You roll your eyes, “Really Junhong? Give me the spoon.” You try reaching, but his freakishly long arms pull back behind him. “C’mon shithead! I really want it so gimmeeeeee!” Now you were whining. Like a child. ‘Fucking Choi Junhong you’re rubbing off on me’  You huff. “Fine.”

And that’s how you eat for the next few minutes. Junhong swapping between feeding himself and feeding you. Him, purposely you’re sure, allowing cream to drip down the sides of your lips. “Ah!” You squeak in shock feeling ice cold substance fall to your chest. “Shit baby sorry.” Junhong says, rushing out of his seat to go next to you. Grabbing a tissue he begins to wipe your chest. “Ah,” He says with a concerned frown. “You’re going to be sticky now.” You gasp in absolute shock when Junhong nears his mouth to your chest and licks at the sticky spot, tongue lapping before his lips press to your skin. “Jun! What the fuck” He sits up, blinking innocently. “I think it’s okay now baby.

“Hmm I never knew the ice cream here was so good!” Your eyes squint in suspicion. You’ve both been here enough times and he sound’s way too happy right now. “Have some more.” His actions are so cute, you don’t have time to register the ice cream being swiped on your cheek. His tongue is burning hot against the ice cold treat and you feel yourself tense up. Again, he’s slowed your brain, made you into mush so when he dumps more ice cream - this time on your chin -you don’t have time to reprimand him then either. But, you also can’t help the little whimper that leaves your mouth when you feel how his tongue moves to lap at the cream.

“So good.”He groans when he licks at your neck this time. You look around, some people have left the outside, others having their backs to you give or take a couple of people and you can’t really see your table that well from the inside. Still, if someone saw... “Junhong.” Your voice is shaky; your firm and snarky voice barely stable a you feel Junhong place the cream lower, this time beneath your collarbones. His lips come to your ear. “Don’t think of stopping me baby. I saw those panties,” He giggled. Even in situation’s like these he was so casual about it, like it didn’t affect him, But the way he would rock into your body, you know it affected him. “You’re lucky I didn’t push you onto this table and fuck you baby. I was so tempted too, because I know how much you would scream and beg, God, I know how you would beg even if everyone could hear you. But, fortunately for you, I don’t want to be banned from this place, so we’re going to do this. Okay?” It wasn’t really a question and you didn’t dispute as he got more cream, splaying it over your chest to lap up. 

Junhong brought a hand up to roughly squeeze your clothed breast; hastily shoving his hand down your top to expose your breast. You whimpered, eyes looking around. Your cheeks were permanently stained red and you knew there was no chance that you would be able to cool down now. not when his tongue was steadily heating you from the inside out. You hiss when the cream is messily placed on your breast, trailing toward your stiffening nipple. Your knee hits the table when Junhong’s teeth bite your nipple and pull. “Fuck!” You try and shift more into Junhong’s face, feeling so exposed yet so turned on. Junhong sucks on your breast, hard and rough, his spit leaving you glistening. 

Junhong is usually patient; maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the delicious, maybe it’s those damn undies he know’s your wearing now, but his patience is gone. He can’t trail down your body anymore, he want’s his treat now. Your thighs are slapped apart and then he’s cupping your pussy, feeling how hot and wet you are. “I want to eat you out so bad baby. With that ice cream messily dripping down your wet pussy. I know you love my tongue too, don’t you baby?” His voice is strained, soft voice fading into a deep and needy tone that has you bucking against his hand. 

He rubs you quickly, your panties causing a lovely friction on your clit that has your legs spreading more. “How many time’s have I ruined you in these panties baby?” Your panting by now and can barely focus, your mind on alert, but your body begging for more. “Ruin me again.” You whimper. Your hand reaches for the cream, swiping and then looking Junhong in the eyes as you stick your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard. When you’ve released them from your mouth, you crash your lips to Junhong’s, a messy kiss that has teeth clashing and tongues bringing lewd noises, dribble messing the both of you.

You didn’t realise, but nearly scream in Junhong’s mouth when his hand shoves itself down your panties and find your hole, a finger quickly slipping in. “God, I swear you’re the devil.” Junhong says breathlessly, head in your hair as he works another finger into your wet pussy, clenching desperately around him. “I- umph, I could sa-ay the same...ooo.. about you” Your pussy is embarrassingly wet. Junhong’s fingers squelching in and out of you. Your thighs clamp around his fingers and your hip’s buck as your body is just about to fall on the edge. “Nope.” And the fingers are gone. 

“No,” You whine, even stamping your feet. “You can’t fucking, put it back now!” Junhong chuckles, tasting his fingers. “Lift that cute little butt baby.” Confused you do. Junhong shuffles till he’s manoeuvred himself beneath you. “Jun, no we will defin-” “The only way we’re going to be caught is if you can’t get your mouth shut. Hey, baby, eat the ice cream it’s melting.” His fingers dig into your hips when he rolls his crotch up onto your sensitive pussy. “Now.” He growls. With a shaky hand you reach for the spoon, but not before tucking your breast away. The waitress from earlier is showing some more people to tables outside and as you slide the spoon into your mouth, you make eye contact. You can see she’s a tad confused, I mean why would you be sitting on your boyfriend’s lap... But she smiles and turns away, just as Junhong has pulled himself out and is stroking his tip on your wetness. 

You stuff more ice cream in your mouth when you feel him dropping you slowly onto him. Your moans are muffled around the quickly melting cream and you feel like crying, frustrated both by him and by the fact that you can’t make a noise. “Wow! So you can keep quiet?” He teases, enjoying the way you shovel ice cream into your mouth. Once you’re settled on his dick, Junhong moves his hips, slow releases of pleasure working your body. You just want him to hurry, on edge that someone will see, but also wanting to finally cum. 

Junhong moves your hips a bit more roughly, trying to be discreet in your movements. Your dripping all over him and the noises your pussy makes as it swallows him as him groaning. His hand pushes your lower back till your slightly raised, leaning just enough on the table to look casual. “Just like that baby.” And then your crying around a spoon. His hips pistoned up into you, your arse cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. You try swallowing your cries, praying to God that no one can hear you from across the balcony. ‘Oh my God, can anyone from downstairs see you through the glass?’ “C’mon baby,” Junhong groans behind you and fuck, his voice is turning you on, “I can feel your little pussy wants to cum, so cum.” Your body spasms so much, that Junhong has to hold you to keep the attention of others turning to you. Your head lowers, thankful for your cap that can hopefully block the expression on your face as the pleasure slowly dies within you. 

Junhong pulls you off of him, settling your dazed self into a seat beside him as he finishes himself off into a napkin. “That’s disgusting.” You weakly say. He grins. “I’d rather cum in your mouth, but I think it would definitely look suspicious if you’re under the table huh baby?

#anyway... i want ice cream now lol #my paras are so long does that bother anyone?? #zelo smut #junhong smut #bap smut #zelo scenario #zelo scenarios #junhong scenario #junhong scenarios #bap fic #zelo fic #junhong fic #bap scenarios #bap scenario #sangdoldolfics #unedited #also i keep changing what tenses i use fucccckkkk #i will edit at some point in time lol