#sungchan x y/n

[yutafrita]

Dollhouse

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half-vampire!Sungchan x Vampire Hunter!Reader (she/her; femme presenting)

Genre: Angst, dark fantasy

WC: 6.5k

Synopsis: You, an elite vampire hunter, have been assigned to take down the son of the infamous vampire, the puppeteer.

TW PLEASE READ: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! +18 ONLY. Excessive swearing, obsessive behaviors, stalking, a lot of gore, mentions of bullying, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, murder, suggestive/ sexual themes, dubcon heavily implied, violence/ threatened violence, death of family. Please proceed with caution.

I do not believe that any person written into this fic or any of my fics acts at all like these characters here. Their real life counterparts are just my inspiration and are utilized as actors for the story. No ill will is intended.

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You were going to get fired.

You felt it in your bones. Your leg wouldn’t stop fidgeting as you sat in Irene’s office, the crest of the organization looming over you making you feel small. 

Irene walked in, her face cold as stone as she threw a file in front of you before she sat on her chair, “this is your new job.”

You blinked, “what?”

“Initially, I was going to give it to Seulgi and put you on probation-.”

“I killed the vampire cleanly and quickly-.”

“And in front of another human,” Irene cut you off before pinching the bridge of her nose, “look. An insider told us that  you would work best for this job, and,” she sighed before opening the manilla folder, “I think they’re right. The puppeteer has been missing for months after we had finally devised a plan to take the motherfucker out.”

You squinted as you looked over the carefully collected information before you asked, “how much time do I have?”

“Not a lot, so hurry up.” -----------

The library was warm and inviting. It was a small public library that matched the small town it was nestled in. Even when agents were sent weeks ago, they all agreed- it was entirely unremarkable, which made him an even stranger anomaly. The town itself was often forgotten on maps and glossed over, but as you entered the library, you were in awe of the coziness. 

It was almost too easy to find out everything about him. Graduated from community college in library sciences. No one had a single mean thing to say about him… ever. Apparently he hadn’t been in a long term relationship in years either. Your angle had written itself to ensnare him without much help from anyone else in the organization.

You sauntered in slowly, your heels muffled by the dusty carpet as you slowly approached the center table where he sat. You had on a loose fitting dress that stopped at your calves, a low cut top that was still mildly conservative, your dark sunglasses, and your freshly done hair wrapped in a silk bandana.

You found it difficult to hold back your laughter as he locked eyes with you. He was processing a few returned books when he dropped his stamp to fully stare at you. You gave yourself permission to smirk once you made it to the desk, leaning against it to allow him to take full stock of you. His big brown eyes were scanning over every part of you, and by the tremble of his jaw you could tell he was fully trying to hold himself back.

"Hi sir, could you help me out?" your voice was low, and you watched as his dropped jaw slowly lifted. He blinked quickly, looking between your chest and lips before he cleared his throat and looked away, his ears now an embarrassing shade of red. The council had perfectly planned every minute detail down to the final strand of hair, and he was reacting even more deliciously than anticipated. 

It was almost too easy how much he was falling like putty in your hands.

"O-Of... of course! How can I help, miss?"

You removed your sunglasses and placed your hand on his chest where his name tag sat.

"Well... Sungchan," you smiled, tracing your fingers over his name before placing them back to your side, "I'm currently working on a project for a research course."

You began spouting off on a topic you knew Sungchan was absolutely fascinated by. The Vampire Hunter Council had done extensive research on the half-human bastard off-spring of the missing high profile leader of the Vampires. The puppeteer’s son’s eyes were still rounded, hanging onto every word coming out from between your glossy lips as you spoke.

After you finished, there was a pause, and then, "you're perfect."

"I'm sorry?" you pretended to not hear his mutter as you batted your eyelashes at him. He was half-vampire, but as far as you could tell either his vampiric side was fully dormant or barely did much- there were no reports of missing humans in the area, didn’t seem to have his father’s gifts, he was not nocturnal, and didn't bare any fangs.

You almost felt bad about having to kill him.

Even if Sungchan didn't know his monster of a father, it was still an absolute shame to vampires to have your offspring be murdered, and you planned to bring Sungchan's head to the feet of the Puppeteer. At least, that’s the plan. You’ll have to lob Sungchan’s head off after using him as bait to bring the puppeteer out from hiding. 

Sungchan had led you to the back of the library, his large hands holding several books and tapes for you.

“You seem to know a lot… are you busy later? I would love to pick your brain,” You were nearly purring, your hands squeezing his forearm. Cold. Not as cold as other vampires you’ve suckered into thinking you’re weak before killing them, but still colder than an average human. Was this the only way his vampiric side showed?

“No! I mean… I’m not I…” Sungchan was sputtering out now, his free hand pushing up his glasses.  “I- I would love to help you.”

“Hm… are those prescriptions?” You asked, your fingers moving to tap the bridge of his glasses and watch his breathing hitch. Vampires typically had enhanced vision, and while he was only half-human, none of his medical records showed that he had any possible visual impairments.

“N-no they’re for the uh… blue light…” his muttered, clearly flustered. After he led you back to the front desk he began typing away at the computer before nervously looking back up. "Do you have your library card?"

Before you left the vampire hunters council headquarters, you were given every bit of fake identification you would need and this indeed included a library card.

"I... I've never seen you around here before," he was clearly racking his head to remember you as he continued the check out process. He had read off your fake name, and you watched him mutter it to himself to commit it to memory.

"I got it somewhere else in the county," you fibbed, "so. I'll see you at the diner at 9?"

"Y-yes, absolutely."

_______________

You arrived at 9:12pm.

Sungchan sat in the corner in a small red booth with a bouquet of flowers, twiddling his thumbs upon your entrance. There were only three other patrons at the small diner, all at the counter with their backs to you as they stared up at the old television set playing a hockey game.

According to your research, Sungchan had gone on a few dates with a few people he went to the local high school with- so between his bashfulness, innocence, and likely exhaustion with his small dating pool, his eagerness to see you made sense. It was also something you and the rest of the vampire hunters council were banking on. You needed him to be obsessed with you- to post you online, for everyone in town to see you with the librarian, and allow this information to trickle up to his father. You were a top level hunter and were well hated enough by Vampires that this would not be overlooked- especially not by the Puppeteer.

"You look so handsome," you complimented, sitting across from the nervous young man. You were late on purpose- aiming to put him more on edge. You were in a tight mini dress and a pair of combat boots. A combination in your daily life you wouldn’t normally pick, but from his internet history seemed to be outfit pieces he really loved on women.

“Th-Thank you,” he then shoved the bouquet towards you, “these are for you.”

“Roses,” you hummed, staring down at the perfectly red petals, “you’re so sweet, thank you.”

“Um s-so roses are a great way to convey joy, friendship… passion,” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “They’re beautiful and uh… reminded me of you.”

“Roses are my favorite… are you a mind reader Sungchan?” you playfully reached across the table and tapped his shoulder. Lying was easier when you got to mix in the truth. Roses were your favorite, but they were also a part of the crest of the Vampiric Hunters for their scent is supposed to keep vampires at bay.

It seemed to also be another way that Sungchan’s vampiric side didn’t bare its teeth.

Sungchan was sickly sweet. As the weeks passed, each time you would go on a date he would bring either flowers, a book regarding your paper, or a poem he had written for you.

You were inside the motel you were crashing at, recounting this to the president of the hunters.

“Has anyone heard from the puppeteer?” you asked. A part of you was starting to genuinely feel guilty- Sungchan was so human. He ate human food, lounged in the sun, and even seemed to have a heartbeat.

You had considered that his vampiric powers had simply never awoken, and that they never would. This was highly uncommon in vampire hybrids, but genetics were fickle, so Sungchan wouldn’t be an exception if he really just seemed fully human despite having a vampire dad.

“No, but it seems like he’s still giving orders through his lackeys. There was even a small scourge of his puppets tearing up a small town,” Irene recounted, “Remember to keep him sweet on you.”

“Did I not read to you this latest poem? The last stanza was talking about how he wants to fuck me and keep me with him forever.”

“Wow, that’s a little creepy… and maybe sweet?”

“His face was all red when I teased him about it.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him yet.”

“I have to kill him, Irene.”

“That has never stopped you before,” she noted. Irene was right of course. Vampires tended to be overly sexual creatures, so seducing them often led to placing them in more vulnerable positions that could allow you to take advantage of them. 

“Fair,” you muttered, glancing out the window to see the same person who walks their dog at this time every night passing the street across the motel. This town was sleepy and boring, but it was almost odd how scheduled everyone was. No car accidents ever, the same groupings of people throughout town all in the same places. Static.

After you hung up with Irene, you moved across the room to the stack of books you checked out from the library all those weeks ago. They were due soon, and you were planning to swing by the library to drop them off with Sungchan while also sweet talking him with stupid facts you had picked up.

You flitted through the last book you hadn’t opened yet and paused. Crammed in between a few pages was a tightly folded note. Curious, you unraveled it. In extremely messy handwriting and covering the entire sheet was one sentence.

Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die.

You squinted and scoffed. Likely it was a kid in detention that was assigned to write out whatever was on the board and instead did this as a weird joke. Without much thought you tossed it into the trash.

Still. You had a shiver run down your spine. Wrapping yourself up in a coat, and grabbing the ice bucket you stepped out of your room. Maybe a walk around the motel would make you feel better about having to kill the kid who didn’t ask to be born. 

The ice machine sat in the lobby and was usually only manned by the same two people who would hardly look up from their books. You filled it up and looked back over to see the young man again reading Slaughter-house five.

“Yknow, Vonnegut has written other books,” you joked. The young man flinched, his grip tightening on the book to a point that his knuckles were white. Yet, he didn’t speak or react in any other way. You frowned, and returned to your room.

“Do you like the stars?” Sungchan had asked the following night as you helped him close up at the library. 

“Hm, they are pretty, yes,” you hummed, sitting on the edge of the desk. Just like the other nights you had helped Sungchan, the same patrons who seemed to be there every night, left at the same time in the same fashion, all with the same smile and wave to the librarian as they exited.

“I… Do you wanna go into my truck and look at them?” he asked, and you noted he was avoiding your gaze as the red tint on his ears shone.

“I’m a lady, Sungchan,” you pouted, watching as he seemed to jump, “I hope you’re not… expecting anything.”

He was so easy to fluster. It wasn’t even just to keep him obsessed with you at this point- it was because you found it downright exciting. He was so cute as he jumped up from his seat.

“I would never expect anything from you that you don’t want.”

Sungchan was soft and sweet. Your job as a hunter didn’t allow for much dating outside of your profession, and most other hunters were too preoccupied to give romance much attention. Every minute you spent with Sungchan gave you the delusion that you could leave the life of being a hunter and runaway together. You could protect him, and be happy. But then, you were reminded of the oath you gave, your few friendships, and the fact that you have been lying to Sungchan, and you’re brought back down to earth.

You laid on the trunk bed with Sungchan. He drove out a few miles to empty farmland and covered the trunk bed in pillows and blankets. The stars shone bright in the sky, and you looked up to see Sungchan staring up with a smile on his face. He was beautiful with stars reflecting themselves in his eyes.

“My Mom used to take me out here all the time,” he started, his voice a whisper. “I would get bullied a lot in school, so on the weekends when all of the other kids would hang out, my mom would bring me out here and tell me stories.”

“I’m sorry kids were so cruel to you,” you were sincere, squeezing his arm as you laid on his chest, “do… you have any favorite stories? I’d love to hear them.”

“It’s okay- I got to be the bigger person in the end,” you swear you could hear a smirk, but you were too comfortable to check, “but stories… well. She would always tell me this one story whenever I was really down.”

He cleared his throat, kissed the top of your head, and started working from his memory, “there was once a sickly, meek child. He had a hard time gathering his breath, and struggled to keep up with other kids his age. Running was especially a challenge, and his legs would often give out as his peers would run off, laughing at him. He was clumsy, and his limbs were so stiff and wooden. He began to be known as the puppet because of this. Between the torture of the other children, and the torture of his own body, the boy fell deathly ill. The local doctor told the boy’s mother that her son only had a few hours left at best- but, if she gave her own life, her son could live forever.”

Sungchan paused, and you could hear him swallow thickly before continuing, “the mother begged for there to be another way. It was just her and her boy- while her son could live forever, how was he going to grow fully into a capable young man without a guiding hand? The doctor assured the mother though, that the son wouldn’t be alone. He will create a new family of his own one day.”

“And so, the boy was not only given the gift of eternal life, but also another, even more special gift,” he hummed a bit then, “can you take a guess?”

There was a chill that raced down your spine. You sat your chin on his chest, meeting his eyes. You absolutely could take a guess- a real guess, but you decided to continue playing dumb, “hmmm, flying? So he could fly far away from the bullies?”

Sungchan chuckled before he kissed the tip of your nose, “no, but that’s a great guess. The boy was able to control the minds of those bullies, so they could never be cruel to anyone ever again.”

“The puppet became the puppeteer,” you froze, unable to stop yourself. His mother presented this story, and Sungchan had it fully memorized without realizing that the puppeteer was his own father.

“Yeah,” Sungchan was quiet before he met your gaze. “I know you won’t be here forever, but I wish you could stay. I want to know everything about you. Did your parents tell you stories at night?”

“My parents died when I was very young,” you confessed, “they were killed in a home invasion.”

This was partially the truth. Your parents were killed in a home invasion of a pair of twin vampires who slaughtered them mercilessly. You were in the room next door when it happened, hiding under the bed until it was over. The hunters arrived hours later, and you were then adopted into their ranks.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. That’s not fair,” he squeezed you closely and you shrugged.

“Can’t change the past,” you shrugged, forcing a smile.

Despite your own hesitations, you gave in to Sungchan’s begging, and stayed the night at his place. You couldn’t sleep though, and after you were sure he was knocked out, you stepped outside to the back of the apartment complex to call your closest friend.

“Seulgi… he’s a human,” you whisper cried. The back of Sungchan’s apartment complex held a small forest, and seemed to absorb any bit of light the complex offered.

“And you’re sure he’s not manipulating you?”

“You know I can always spot that shit. Remember the orphanage?”

“Vampires turning young children into vampires so they could more easily kidnap humans… you spotted it faster than Irene did,” Seulgi conceited. There was a rustle in the trees and you froze. Your small wooden stake was always hidden somewhere on your person, this time in the lining of your jacket.

“It’s your job, though. Think of the lives you’ll save by bringing the puppeteer out of the shadows.”

“I’ve gotta go,” you hung up, shoving your phone back into your pocket and sliding out the stake. The forest was quiet, and for a moment you thought you imagined it.

Then, a hand holding a clean white napkin appeared before the rest of their body followed.

“I’m not here to attack, just have a chat,” Yuta had a mischievous grin as he skipped out from the forest and towards you. Yuta was a five hundred year old vampire who had climbed the Royal ranks due to his ability to game information. He was never a liar, but just someone who knew how to use knowledge to his advantage.

“You miss me?” You taunted, arms crossed.

“Of course,” he simpered, now fully in your view as the lighting coated him. He was inhumanely handsome, which was to be expected. “However, that’s not why I’m here.”

“And why are you here? Yknow, most people drive past this tiny little town and yet…” you let your voice trail off, an eyebrow raised as you studied his features. 

“I’m one of the few people that know about Sungchan, the puppeteer has kept his half-human son under wraps for a while. How did the hunters find him?” 

“Ah, so you want information from me?” You chuckled at his nerve.

“Hm, I think we can exchange actually,” he raised his eyebrow, and your eyes widened instinctually. Now this was very appealing. “You see, I pop in every few months to see how the young man is doing. Check him out from a far. Then, I write out a report, and give it to his dear old daddy.”

“Why would you tell me where he is?” 

“Hm, perhaps I have my own ulterior motives for leading a top hunter directly to him,” Yuta then took out an envelope from his shirt pocket. “Tell me our leak, and I’ll tell you what you want.”

“It wasn’t a leak,” you rolled your eyes, “Sungchan did one of those family ancestry online dna things. We utilized it see if there was any human-vampire matches… he just popped up one day.”

“God, is there no such thing as data privacy anymore?” Yuta sucked his fangs before extending the envelope towards you. “I hope you are prepared to face the true wrath of the puppeteer.”

You slid back upstairs after a short while, the envelope tucked into your jacket.

——-

Yuta was a fucking liar. The address made no sense- it was clearly just Sungchan’s apartment. You wanted to rip your hair out- how could you be so stupid?

While Sungchan was at work you looked through every crevice of his place, and the only off putting thing you could find was his high school yearbook. God, the kids were so cruel to him. Sungchan couldn’t hurt a damn fly now as a fully grown man, let alone defend himself against the relentless bullies he faced.

You were hitting a dead end. No other vampires had made their way to the town since Yuta a month ago, Sungchan had completely become infatuated with you, and you were becoming too close to the half-breed. 

One night, after he returned from work, you bought a bottle of wine. You had hoped potentially getting him a little drunk could coax any memory of his father out. He had spoken at length about how great his mother was, but shrugged off any prodding you made about his dad. It didn’t help that Irene was breathing down your neck, and Seulgi was struggling to keep her at bay.

“It’s not too strong, is it? I’m not good with alcohol,” He giggled as he helped you uncork the bottle.

“It’s not strong,” you lied as he took out two untouched wine glasses from the cabinet.

“Oh, can you grab me my phone? I left it in the bathroom,” he smiled. Without a second thought, you maneuvered to the bathroom to take it off the counter. While you still on occasion stayed at the motel, Sungchan was incredibly needy. And since your job was to keep him interested in you, you felt inclined to bend to his will, especially when he didn’t care about anything else you did. You still hadn’t even slept with him yet, much to Seulgi’s and your own surprise.

No messages on Sungchan’s phone, or calls, as per usual. You knew he didn’t have a ton of friends or anything, but it was still… weird. No one else in town spoke to you unless it was more than a word and you initiated it. Everything here had felt fake, but without any real reason to be suspicious, you couldn’t really share your concerns. A town full of people, and yet it still felt empty to you.

Seulgi was busy keeping Irene from slashing your throat, so your own phone has been dull as of late. Maybe Sungchan just sincerely didn’t use his phone, ever, unless it was to speak to you.

“Here, Sungie,” you placed it on the counter, and took the drink he handed off to you. You took a large sip and frowned slightly to yourself.

“Everything okay?” He tilted his head, his beautiful brown eyes filled with concern.

“No I guess I just left the wine under the sun for too long,” you reason, taking another sip. It was a little funky, as if the wine had soured.

“Ah, maybe. All wine tastes the same to me,” he took a sip of his own, and you noticed the small dimple that formed and disappeared.

“What are you ssssmiling about?” You asked. Your words came out more slurred than you’d like. You were a strong drinker, but you also haven’t been drinking as much lately. Maybe that’s why the wine was hitting you faster than usual?

Sungchan leaned a little closer, his hand holding your chin up, “how long were you planning to lie to me?”

Your eyelids were heavy, and you leaned your head fully on his hand as you slowly processed what he said, “I… haven’t -.”

“You thought that I wouldn’t notice a pair of hunters in my town following me around?” He squeezed your chin and you yelped in surprise. You were fighting your body now, trying to stay awake despite whatever he put in your drink. “I’ve been waiting for you… for so long. I’ve planned it all and yet… you still won’t be honest with me. That’s okay though. I’ll forgive you.”

————-

You don’t remember meeting Sungchan, but he remembered you.

Years ago, Sungchan had done a solo trip to the big city, and wanted to test his world. Everyone did what he said at all times- how far could he push this gift?

“That’ll be $4.26 for your coffee, sir.”

“This coffee is free for me,” Sungchan hummed. He didn’t ever have to do extra work to make this gift pop in- whatever his wish was, as long as it was physically possible, was his command. 

“Yes, your coffee is free,” the man nodded as Sungchan walked off. 

This is how Sungchan lived life. He had gotten the entire shit town he lived in to follow his every whim. The world was his giant dollhouse. 

Until you shattered it.

Sungchan was able to control the folks working the front desk at the nicest hotel he could find. He was set up in the best possible suite, and sat one night at their rooftop lounge that overlooked the concrete city.

“It’s a great view,” a voice above the chatter of other guests caught his attention. You wore a simple dark t shirt and dark pants, and spared him a smile as you leaned against the railing with him.

“Yeah,” was all Sungchan offered. It was difficult to force himself to engage in conversations anymore, but you were pretty enough that he didn’t feel like shooing you away.

“What brings you here?” You asked, your gaze still set on the city below.

“Hm, I’m on a journey of self-discovery. You?”

“I’m here for work,” you replied. Sungchan looked at you again. Your voice was nice, you were attractive, and he didn’t have other plans.

“Come to my room with me,” he spoke, moving off the railing. Instead of your eyes losing their sparkle and glazing over, though, you stayed just as you were.

Instead, you burst out laughing.

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, unmoving. He froze. Maybe he didn’t say it loud enough.

“Come-.”

“You wish. Maybe buy me a drink next time,” you gently shoved his arm, and then disappeared out of the lounge.

Sungchan was frozen, his eyes not moving from where you once stood next to him. After what felt like hours, he rushed downstairs to the concierge and got your information.

You were made for Sungchan, you had to be. Why else would the universe deliver him the exciting puzzle that was you? A vampire hunter since childhood was now the only being Sungchan, a half-vampire, couldn’t control. It was fate. To him, you were star crossed lovers, destined for one another despite the complications.

Sungchan had discovered his parentage early in life. He was able to easily get his mother to tell him the truth about his father since she, like everyone else, was susceptible to their gifts. 

So, his next steps to get you trapped, were set.

Sungchan had been using the town he lived in as a dollhouse for years beforehand. He loved testing the limits of his abilities, and had hoped that it would one day awaken his proper vampiric powers. In the meantime, though, he would use the citizens to cultivate a proper image for the hunters to happen upon.

Having every town member edit their social medias. Perfectly crafting and tailoring his existence to seem like a shy, bullied child. Make sure every person in town, if ever approached, all know exactly what to say. All that was left was to get a few vampires that knew their way around the hunters so Sungchan could fully execute his plan.

———-

You were awake, but kept your eyes shut.

It was a technique learned early in your hunter training, but one you didn’t ever use. You didn’t lose the upper hand often enough to be foolishly knocked out.

And, yet, you failed.

“Your breathing is uneven and your heart rate spiked,” his voice sent a chill down your spine.

You cracked open your eyes. You were laid on a plush mattress, and Sungchan sat at the corner of the bed, his eyes unmoving from you. 

You wanted to die. Sungchan’s big, beautiful brown eyes that you had become prey for, were gone and replaced with your worst fear. Ruby red eyes, and they were fixed on you.

“You awakened me,” he cooed, crawling towards where you laid. Your eyes searched the space frantically for anything to defend yourself with. Your wrists were bound by rope, and you had been stripped down and changed into a completely different outfit without any of your hidden weapons. The bed you sat on was on top of a metal bed frame, and the wooden nightstands didn’t offer a quick change into a stake. You sat there, like a piece of fresh meat as he now hovered over you. “I want to show you something.”

Sungchan tossed you over his shoulder like you were nothing, taunting you with his newly found vampiric strength. You were reeling.

“You were out cold for three days. I didn’t think what I added to the wine would do that much,” he chuckled as he carried you past beautiful marble flooring and down a few sets of staircases. You were trying to create a mental map, but he was going too fast for you to get much down. “I’m so happy you’re finally here so I can show you your gift.”

Like you were a child, Sungchan placed you on your feet and turned you around. You gagged, staring at the horrific site in front of you. It had to have been months judging by the level of decay, and this matched up with your previous information.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Sungchan snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly to him, “the old, fake puppeteer is dead. Now, the hunters don’t need you to pull him out of the shadows.”

“Y-You’re the puppeteer now,” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. Yuta wasn’t being a dick- he was helping you.

“I had to throw the hunters off our scent-.”

“There is no- Sungchan what the fuck?” you broke from his grasp, terrified and searching the basement area for anything you could use to kill the monster in front of you. “You… you were a human-.”

“And bringing you to your new home awakened me fully!” he was so joyful as he said this, the dread consuming you.

“I was only with you so I could bring,” you glanced at the horrible sight of his slain father, “him down. I was going to kill you.”

“You don’t get it,” he whispered. He looked away, and for a moment you swore his dead eyes were going to shed tears before he met your gaze with a dead glare. “I have planned everything so I could have you. I stole my father’s empire, I had the head of the hunters controlled into giving you this fake assignment…”

As he paused, you decided to make a run towards the basement stairs. You were desperate, and that desperation had made you stupid. Sungchan caught you within an instant, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other squeezing your wrist with an iron grip.

“I didn’t want it to come down to this,” he pouted, “that friend of yours… I have it set that if you escape from me, she’ll burn down the hunters headquarters with herself inside.”

“Seulgi?” you whispered, eyes wide with terror.

“Don’t you get it, though? We are meant to be!” he was smiling as if he did not threaten your livelihood. “Ever since that day in the hotel when you told me no! You’re the only person in the world who did- and you’re a hunter! You are the Juliet to my Romeo!”

“They both die at the end you fucking idiot,” you replied through gritted teeth. 

He let go of your wrist, and instead gripped under your chin with his cold hand, “we’re going to have to work on how you speak to me my love.”

Then, you remembered him. The encounter was so brief and so small to you, and yet, it seemed to be absolutely defining for Sungchan to a point that you became his whole focus. Now, your knees trembled as your fate settled. 

You set your gaze down, submitting as he let go of your chin.

“See? This is good. I have your favorite foods, and everything you could ever need here,” he squeezed you to his chest, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry. “I know you hate cooking, so I have a team of chefs here just for you.”

“Not of their own will,” you bit, and you felt his grip on you tighten before he forced out a hearty laugh.

“These people are all dolls. Now that I’ve taken over my father’s empire…” his voice trailed off. “Nothing in this world matters except for us.”

_______

You snuck onto the rooftop one night. Sungchan had fallen asleep next to you, and you had managed to slip out. Despite the chill in the air, it was not nearly as cold as when you would be forced to be by his side. Before his vampiric powers awakened, he was still slightly colder, but now it was like being next to dry ice.

You needed to breathe.

You missed Seulgi. You hated seeing the glazed over eyes of the people Sungchan took from god knows where. You hated having to be around the monster of a man. 

You hated yourself, especially, for feeling so weak and succumbing to him.

You stared down at the plethora of bites lining your arms, and lifted a hand to touch the ones on your neck that were still fresh. You couldn’t even bring yourself to poke at the ones that lined your upper thighs. You choked back a sob, the wind of the night air rustling through your hair as you stared at the fresh blood Sungchan had managed to leave behind after feeding from you. 

You had let a monster inside of you, and the worst part was that you liked it. Sungchan was very clear about the fact that he had been studying you- everything about you. How you took your tea, how you liked to sleep curled up in a ball, and how to properly pleasure you. He had been studying you for years- knowing exactly how you seduced other vampires and how you would get yourself off. It was already an unfair advantage. This, coupled with the fact that being bitten by a vampire has the same effect on your brain as an orgasm, you were pretty much subdued physically as often as possible by him. And it felt fucking incredible- addictive, even. You hated yourself for being so weak. Weak to a point that you’d be begging for him to fuck you, just like he dreamed you would. Just like he hoped, you’d become his little doll. The shame was becoming unbearable.

You stared out at the surrounding area. In the darkness, all you could tell was that there was no city at all nearby, the light pollution nonexistent as you were able to see all the stars clearly. You were previously able to piece together that this residence used to be Sungchan’s father’s, but he had decided this was best for you. Maybe he was right, in a way. You felt like you were meant to die the night your parents did, so being here with Sungchan was a way to repair that broken strand of fate.

You heard footsteps and turned towards the door. It was one of the housekeepers Sungchan had around the property.

“Hello,” you stared blankly. This woman, like every other servant in the manor was instructed to not speak to you under any circumstances. She smiled awkwardly and within the blink of an eye, was in front of you. 

Instinctually, you went to the pocket of your jacket for your stake. Of course, though, there was nothing. You were unarmed, and physically at your weakest.

She knocked you down to your back, and began dragging you by your hair towards the edge of the roof. The height was only a few stories so it wouldn’t be enough to kill you, but certainly hurt you enough to make killing you quicker for her.

You were clawing at her hands, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fought for your life. You hadn’t made it this far with Sungchan only to be killed by someone else.

She shoved your head over the edge as a wicked grin formed on her face. You sent a swift kick to the back of her knees, causing her to let go of your hair. You stood up and ran towards the door only to then see Sungchan standing there, eyes bright red in anger. 

The woman let out a yelp of fear before you heard a sickening crunch. Sungchan had, without a drop of hesitation, lobbed the head off the vampire and was holding her by her scalp.

“I’ll have another servant pick this up.” he tossed her head off the side of the manor as if it was a crumpled piece of paper. He wrapped you in an embrace, the blood of the woman that landed on his chest now coating you.

“I don’t have anything to protect myself with,” you replied. You were desperate. Maybe, you thought, you could use his obsession with you to get him to give you a stake under the guise of self-preservation. Shit, even some vervain would be useful.

“You’re right…” he whispered, letting go of your embrace and holding you at an arm's length. He brushed the hair stuck to your face away, as you were still sniffling. His hand lowered to the bite marks on your throat. “I’ll make it so that you’re as strong as me.”

As strong as me.

“Sungchan no-!” you were struggling as Sungchan held you with one hand gripping the back of your neck. In the dim moonlight, you watched as his fangs pierced his wrist and exposed his blood.

“No, please!” You had hit a new low, begging for your life.

“I need you safe… and I need you by my side forever,” his voice was melodic as he shoved his wrist into your mouth. You were struggling as he jammed it in as deeply as possible, but you refused to swallow. In your struggle, you two had collapsed onto the ground. He had you fully pinned down, and seemed to relish the fear and disgust in your eyes as is his other hand moved to pinch your nose.

“You know you want to,” he purred, his lips now next to your ear. You were running out of air and the tears and snot were running down your face as you vigorously tried to shake your head no. “I know you love the power you feel when I bite you. When you get to boss the servants around. You’re mine. And now…”

You gulped, your eyes wide in horror as realization set in. His blood flowed down your throat, an ambrosial taste of iron now flooding your tongue and throat.

“Now… you’ll be your whole self with me. Forever.”

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[boba-at-323]

[10:34 PM] note : Fighting [verbal] , I swore 3 times.

“What happened to our ‘forever’, Sungchan?!” You yelled out, unable to control any more of the fury boiling up inside you. 

An hour had passed, but the argument continued to escalate showing no signs of stopping. 

It didn’t start as serious; when Sungchan invited you to hang out with him and his roommate Chenle, you were more than excited to finally spend time with your beloved boyfriend. The last thing you had in mind was to be standing in his bedroom with such a tense atmosphere. 

University had caught up to you and you needed a well-deserved break from everything that was happening, and Sungchan could say the same. Things might have been a little bit easier for the both of you if you had been going to the same universities, but you were attending a university which was hours away from his. In all honesty, Sungchan was trying his best to give you time by sending you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts every day or trying to call you whenever he got the time, but it just wasn’t the same as being physically together. Naturally, the frustrations had to manifest in some form. 

Sungchan had never been one of the people who got angry over a slight disagreement. He understood that everyone had their own opinions and he respected that, especially when it came to you. Even if you said the sky was green, he would laugh and completely agree. Alas, stress can take over the best of us. 

Poor Chenle was hiding in the living room. He could hear every word coming from the bedroom’s direction but he didn't want to come between the two of you. Of course, he wanted to stop you, but it was just too confusing for him. What would he even say? It’s not like either of you would listen to him and stop fighting. So, all that he could do for now, was to pray for the fuss to end. 

“Y/n, please stop being so impossible!” Sungchan sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Me?? I’m the one being impossible? Jung Sungchan, do you even hear yourself?” You asked him bitterly.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying my best to keep in touch with you. I’m trying my best to make up for the time we don’t get to spend together. I’m trying to make this relationship work, even though I barely have enough time to breathe. I’m trying to balance this relationship so it doesn’t end up going very wrong!” His words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about them.

“Oh, so is this relationship just a burden to you?” You could feel your heart throbbing in your head, your mouth going completely dry at the thought of where all of this was heading.

 “N-no, Y/n– that’s not what I meant–” His stomach did several flips when he heard what you said. 

He tried to step closer to you but you only inched back, tears threatening to spill out. 

“No Sungchan, I think you’re right–” You said in a hushed tone, as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I– I think we need a break.” 

The sentence which left your mouth shattered his heart into a million pieces as if someone had slammed a hammer against a mirror. And with the knowledge that you deeply loathed crying in front of people, he realised that he had fucked up. Badly. The silence that followed was deafening.

“Y-you don’t mean that, right?” His voice trembled, filled with disbelief. He did hope that you didn’t mean the sentence that was tormenting his ears. He could hear it repeating over and over in his head, each time breaking his heart even more.

You didn’t answer. Tears continued to trail their way down your face as you looked at him with guilt. Maybe you had gone overboard. Maybe this was just stupid. Maybe you didn’t have any reason to fight. Maybe… You were wrong. 

But before you could take your statement back, you heard Sungchan sniffle. 

Wait– Fuck, did I make Sungchan cry?

“I-I’m sorry Sungchan I didn’t–'' Yet, before you could finish your sentence, Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a much-needed hug. 

“P-Please don’t leave, “ he sobbed against your shoulder, “I d-don’t want to l-lose you.”

Guilt took over you. Of course, you had been frustrated, but you should’ve also thought about him. He was right, he had been trying. You were the one who had been lacking the effort.

“No-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn't have been so s-selfish. You had been trying. Oh my God, I’m so fucking stupid- I’m s-sorry.” 

All he did was tighten his hold around you to pull you closer than ever as if you’d leave the second he let go of you. 

Both of you felt extremely stupid, dragging out such a little thing and making it such a big mess. The tense air started to subside as you both stood there feeling each other’s touch, making up for the prior events. 

He finally let go after a while, still keeping you right in front of him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He took one of your hands in his, as the other reached out to wipe away the tear streaks on your face. 

“Let’s never do this again, babe. I don’t want to see you go. Ever.” he sniffled for the last time.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m never leaving your side.” You said bumping your nose against his, making him smile a little. 

Outside the bedroom door, stood a very relieved Chenle, plotting about when he would clown his best friend for crying over his girlfriend. 

Title : [10:34 PM] || Word count: 957 || Genre: Angst, but fluff in the end || Pairing: Sungchan x Fem!Reader [ft. Chenle] || Thank you @tyuniiz for beta reading this mess ily <3

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[saturnznct]

d-9; crafts | jsc

➸ note; sorry this is late, i was working tonight!!

➸ word count; 889 words

➸ mira; aged 8, nayoung; aged 4

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist 

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Sungchan was an extremely creative parent, in terms of coming up with activities to entertain your two young daughters with. You’d found that your two girls, Mira and Nayoung, were rather restless when their days weren’t filled up with school. So, during school holidays, weekends and bank holidays, you and Sungchan always had to improvise and research things to do. Usually this involved a lot of trips out, to parks and kid cafes and anything he thought would entertain their little minds. 

This Christmas, Seoul had been plagued with heavy snowfall. Sungchan had taken them outside quite a few times, engaging them in snowman building and snowball fights, but eventually the girls became bored of this repetition and Nayoung had come down with a pretty nasty cold, which had spooked Sungchan a little bit.

‘What can we do in the house?’ He thinks aloud, ‘I want to do Christmassy things with the girls but I don’t think we can go outside too much anymore.’

You think for a few moments, ‘you could watch movies with them?’

‘I don’t think they would pay attention for that long,’ Sungchan frowns, ‘they need to be doing something.’

‘Trust us to have the most easily bored children in the world.’

’They’re just at that age,’ he sighs.

‘Maybe google some things to do,’ you suggest, ‘Google and Pinterest have never failed us.’

‘Very true,’ Sungchan pulls out his phone, opening the safari app and typing in some words.

He scrolls silently for a few minutes, reading through several articles that are mostly made up of outside trips such as viewing Christmas lights or going to markets, which Sungchan is fairly sure his daughters would find rather boring. He wades through useless articles before he finally finds one based on indoor activities.

‘Crafts?’

‘They might enjoy those,’ you say, ‘keeps their hands and mind occupied.’

‘Salt dough?’ he suddenly furrows his eyebrows, ‘they can make ornaments with it.’

‘Salt dough?’

‘Apparently you just mix flour, salt and water together. Then use cookie cutters to make shakes and they can decorate them., and then you bake them for a few hours.’

‘They can make ornaments for the tree!’ you exclaim, ‘I’ve wanted ornaments made by them for the longest time.’

‘I guess since you approve… we’ll try it out.’

—

The next day, you bring the girls home from school to find Sungchan in the kitchen, kneading a large ball of dough in a bowl.

‘Daddy!’

‘Hiya, princess, how was school?’

‘Fun,’ Nayoung bounces up and down, ‘what are you doing?’

‘We’re going to do something super fun, Nayoungie!’

‘What is it, what is it?’ 

‘You, me and Mira are going to make ornaments for the Christmas tree!’

‘We’re making them?’ Mira asks.

‘Yep, we’re going to cut these into shapes and you can paint, draw, and put as much glitter on as you’d like! Then we’ll put them in the oven, and they’ll go all hard. Then, when they’re all ready, we can hang them on the tree!’ 

The girls seem interested, hopping onto dining room chairs.

Sungchan has already covered the table with a plastic sheet, to protect it from the inevitable mess that the girls will create.

He puts the dough down on the table, patting it down so that it’s flat.

‘Right, Mira, which shape would you like?’

Mira looks at the cookie cutters for a few moments, before deciding, ‘gingerbread man.’

Sungchan takes the cutter, printing out the shape and placing it in front of Mira, who immediately takes a brown felt-tip pen to the dough.

’Nayoung?’

‘Just a circle,’ she’s swinging her feet in anticipation.

’There you are darling.’

Sungchan watches, completely enthralled with just observing his daughters. Mira colours a fairly traditional gingerbread man, colouring the whole ornament in brown, leaving white spaces for the button eyes and mouth, as well as a red bowtie. It was a little messy looking, with random white gaps and colouring outside of the lines, but it was cute nonetheless. 

’That’s so good, Mira! You did so well.’

’Thank you, dada.’

‘Want to make another one?’

‘Uh… No,’ she hops down from the chair, running presumably off to her room, likely to play with her own toys.

‘Well,’ Sungchan shrugs at you, ‘I had her for half an hour at least.’

A few minutes later, Nayoung announces she’s finished with her own ornament.

‘Is that us, Nayoungie?’ Sungchan asks, being able to make out the four people she’s drawn.

‘Yeah, it’s you, mummy/mommy, me and Mira-unnie.’

‘I can see!’ Sungchan’s chest is filled with pride at his daughter’s creation, ‘your drawing is so good. I’m so proud.’

Nayoung chooses to make another ornament, deciding to make a glittery Christmas Tree, which Sungchan does most of, dipping the dough in the glitter and making sure it stuck.

‘Thank you for making these with me Nayoung, I had fun,’ Sungchan says, ruffling her hair when she gets shy, ‘we’ve got to clear this away so we can have dinner, is that okay?’

Nayoung nods, happily retreating back to playing with her toys, mind suddenly burnt out from both school and her little creativity session.

’That went down really well,’ you comment as you clear away the leftover dough and art supplies.

‘I guess we now know crafts keep them occupied for a few hours.’

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[sweetiesicheng]

sungchan - mafia

word count : 597

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"are we done here?" you asked, leaning into your hip as you stand.

"give your boss my thanks. we appreciate this opportunity with you guys," a guy said while opening a small plastic bag with a flash drive in it, "this has everything on it?" he asked, dumping the flash drive into his hand.

you nodded. then, you politely bowed, "i'll be leaving now," you announced. you left the room through a door that was in the middle of the street. "how come they had to send me?" you complained to yourself. "they could've just sent some newbie."

you walked through an alley as a shortcut and turned onto a street that had a few buildings. you started walking back towards your headquarters.

as you walked down another block, you noticed someone in front of you. you slightly looked up and saw a guy looking at you from ahead. you looked back down at the ground and tried to walk past the guy, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm.

"this isn't your territory. i thought those 127 guys taught you better than to walk onto our turf," the guy said to you.

"i'm just passing through here. i'm doing nothing to bother you," you said and swiped his arm off of you.

"a pretty girl like you shouldn't be with some lowlifes," the guy said to you and put his hand on your waist. "shouldn't you be with someone?" he asked. you noticed him take a gun out and point it at you, aiming straight for you stomach.

"so it's always the girl who needs protection? maybe you should remember who you're dealing with," you replied, looking at him dead into his eyes.

"someone like you isn't going to be able to mess with me," the guy said and leaned his face in towards yours.

then, a car pulled up next to you and the guy. you looked and watched the window roll down to reveal someone in the driver's seat.

"leave," the driver demanded.

"yes, sir," the guy complied and stopped touching you. the guy walked away and put his gun away while you walked around the car so you were standing in front of the driver's window. you leaned over and rested your arms against the already open window.

"trying to protect your enemies again, sungchan?" you asked.

the driver looked at you with a smirk. "i was trying to be nice to the girl who i'm going to steal one day," he replied. "want me to take you home?" he offered.

"no, thank you though. i need to meet with one of my bosses," you mentioned.

"when are you going to leave them and join us?" he suddenly asked.

you shrugged your shoulders, "you might need to kidnap me in order for that to happen." you looked over and saw a familiar car pulling up near sungchan's.

"don't tempt me now, y/n," he grinned again and leaned in towards you, his face just millimeters away from yours. "i really might just have to take you."

you smirked, "yea, good luck with that." you kissed his cheek before pushing yourself away from his car. you turned back and saw doyoung get out of the car. he held the backseat door open for you.

you turned back to sungchan and winked at him before getting into the car. doyoung closed the door and got into the front passenger seat before jaehyun drove off.

"flirting with the enemy again?" jaehyun asked.

you shrugged your shoulders, "what can i say? it's fun playing with him."

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[xiaojunsmintchoco]

I guess I'm in love - jung sungchan (teaser)

a/n: alright guys I'll be prioritising this fic first as it's part of a collab! also very sorry for the shitty banner design- i might redesign it if i can

pairing: sungchan x fem reader

genre: fluff, romance; fake dating, strangers to lovers

teaser wc: 0.9k

synopsis: when a creepy stranger messages you randomly, your friend thinks that she has the perfect solution for you – a fake boyfriend, who coincidentally is in need of a fake girlfriend as well. She sets you both up, and it goes pretty well, until his parents book a summer house for the holidays and invite you too, and you begin developing real feelings for him. Will what is fake stay fake forever? Or can they become reality?

taglist: there is one but i highly doubt anyone would wanna be on it-

"ahh...it's been such a long day," you groan, allowing yourself to flop onto your bed like a piece of cooked spaghetti. You turn on your phone to check your social media, which is something you would religiously do every night before sleeping. You scroll through your feed, double-tapping on posts you find interesting, and also checking your notifications. A message from an unknown user catches your attention, and you click on the notification. 

unknown: you look stunning...can't wait to see you again

The message had you taken aback, and you swear that you almost dropped your phone out of shock. Who even is this? You found the message slightly creepy, so you simply did not reply to the unknown sender. You thought that if you did not give him any attention, he would stop.

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"Ugh…why do I keep getting weird messages from this weird creep?" you groan one day as you're hanging out with your best friend, Joanne, in her room. You'd been casually chatting after finishing homework together, when your phone pinged and another similar message from the same person came. It frustrated you, as he'd been sending you creepy messages every single day.

"What messages? What weird creep? Let me see," Joanne demands, and you pass her your phone as she scrolls through the messages, face contorting into disgusted expressions as she reads them. 

Unknown: you're looking gorgeous today as always

Unknown: so beautiful

Unknown: your beauty is enchanting <3

Unknown: saw you in school today…looking pretty today for me

Unknown: can't wait to finally call you mine <3

She doesn't bother to finish scrolling through the rest of the messages, handing the phone back to you. "Ew!" she exclaims. "Whoever this is, they're such a creep. Don’t tell me he’s in the same course as you! How long has this been happening?" 

"I don't know…about 2 weeks?" you shrug your shoulders, trying to recall. Meanwhile, her jaw drops like a heavy sandbag.

"2 weeks? That's quite a while!" Joanne replies, hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Then again, I'm not surprised, considering how you're all pretty and smart and sexy," she adds, expression changing to a playful one as she wiggles her eyebrows. "Like the honey that attracts flies".

"Says the one who found a boyfriend before I did!" you retort playfully, giggling as you push her gently.

That's when Joanne suddenly stops laughing, and looks you in the eye. "Y/n, you're a genius!" she exclaims, and you swear that you can hear the gears in her brain turning again.

"What?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"We'll get you a fake boyfriend! Since this creepy guy is in the same school as us, if he sees that you're taken, maybe he'll leave you alone!" Joanne says, sharing her plan with you.

"I'm sorry, what?" you ask incredulously.

Joanne sighs exaggeratedly, feigning irritation. "I said, we'll find you a fake boyfriend!"

"What- I mean, why not just tell a teacher or something?" you offer an alternative solution, but Joanne dismisses it with a flick of her hand. "Besides, the holidays are coming soon! I won't be in school for the guy to come stalking me".

"Psh. The guy is hiding behind the shield of anonymity, fat chance they'll be able to catch him. But if he sees you with another guy, he'll get the signal that you're taken and leave you alone!" Joanne reasons, trying to get you to go along with her plan. "Plus, who said you have to be in school for the guy to stalk you? He could follow you home! At least the fake boyfriend can hang out with you during holidays and maybe chase him away".

"I don't know, man. I don't even know that many boys, how am I gonna find someone?" you question slowly. You barely even knew any boys, the only one you knew being Joanne's boyfriend, Shotaro. He was nice, yes, but you couldn't ask him to be your fake boyfriend for obvious reasons.

"Wait," Joanne instructs, holding up her palm as she types furiously on her phone. "I've asked someone. Now, we wait". 

A few minutes later, her phone pings and she hurriedly opens the message, and her eyes grow wider than saucers. "Great news! I have a friend who's willing to help you!"

"Wha-" the news that your friend had found a fake boyfriend for you so quickly gave you a huge shock. "I really don't know about this-"

"Oh and, he needs a fake girlfriend too”.

“Why’s that?” you inquire, curiosity piqued. If the guy was in need of such help too you’d be willing to-

“Essentially, that dumbass panicked under pressure and told his parents that he has a girlfriend, except he doesn’t actually have one,” Joanne snorts, clearly unimpressed by her friend. 

-okay, guess not. “I have to meet his parents too?!” you almost scream out in shock. No way are you prepared to meet the parents of someone you don’t know! You hurriedly wave your hands in front of you, shaking your head frantically to indicate that you’d backed out. 

“C'mon, y/n. He's super sweet, so don't worry! His parents are really nice too, I’ve met them before,” Joanne says, grabbing you by the arm and gently shaking you in an attempt to cajole you into agreeing to meet this mysterious boy. "He's Shotaro's friend too, so we can have double dates, it'll be fun! Besides, don't you wanna get Mr Creep off your back?"

You sigh in defeat, sagging like a sack of rice. "Fine".

Joanne's fingers run over the small screen yet again. "Sweet! Then we're all set, tomorrow after school let's meet at the 7Dream cafe".

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[oracle-of-dream]

idk if i can do requests 😭😭 but can i ask for sungchan x male reader you could pick the prompt

Mr. Trainer

Minors DNI

Summary: Your personal trainer, Sungchan, is helping you lift weights. But he's got his eyes on more than just your workout progress.

Warnings: Male reader, Trainer Sungchan, Dry fucking, Orgasm denial, Riding, Shower sex, Semi-public sex, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Trainer & Student roleplay, Muscle Massages

Wordcount: 3.3k

It was late, the moon high in the sky as the cool air hit your face. Your gym bag with your clothes, in one hand as you approached the building.

You only had time between school and work to work out at the end of the day, but your trainer was always willing to work late with you. You'd met Sungchan while at the gym, a few weeks ago. He saw your form while weightlifting and corrected your posture, politely fixing you into the right position. Before he started helping you, you'd spend your day after the gym in misery from how sore you were. But Sungchan managed to help you so that wasn't a worry anymore. Later he introduced himself as a new trainer looking for clients, offering himself to you, and you accepted his help.

In the locker room, you changed into your workout clothes and hit the gym floor, stretching while you waited for Sungchan to arrive. He lived far away, so he'd arrive ten minutes after you. He's always late, but you never complained since he was the one helping you.

The gym was usually empty except for the staff, maybe a janitor. But you always felt like you were being watched while you stretched. Your head would turn around often–looking for anyone watching you, but you never saw anyone.

Sungchan arrived right as you finished stretching. You saw him approaching in the mirror, so you waved at him. He waved back with a smile, his eyes locked onto your body.

"Finished stretching?"

You nodded, "Yep, just finished."

"Really? Everything?" Sungchan poked at your chest, "You didn't skip legs?"

"Nope."

"Why don't you stretch your legs with me? I gotta stretch too," Sungchan set down his bag nearby and sat on the floor, slapping the ground.

You groaned as you sat down where he directed. Sungchan's stretches were always more extreme than yours, and you'd end up stretching more than him anyway. Maybe you weren't stretching right and he could tell.

He spread his legs and held his hands out, and you matched him. He leaned down as you leaned back, gently pulling him toward you. You switched, leaning down as he pulled you. But Sungchan was much stronger than you, pulling hard, which made your back arch not get torn in two.

You moaned slightly as you felt the pain in the stretch.

"That's right, baby, lemme hear you," Sungchan teased. He told you a while ago that people make noise at the gym to show their passion and that their body is exerting itself. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the soft moans and speaks that came out of you. Sungchan pulled harder, "Really get in there, touch your nose to the ground if you can."

You felt your ribs poke into you as you folded lower.

"Your flexibility is getting much better, let's see about those legs."

He yanked on your arms, pulling your whole body closer as his legs held yours open. Your legs were pulled forward like a split and you couldn't help but squeak at the pain.

"5 more seconds," Sungchan said as he slowly counted down from five.

As soon as the 5 seconds ended, he slowly let you rise from the stretch. Your back and thighs burned from the tension.

"Good stretch! You seem pretty warmed up, so let's get to lifting. It's squats today." Sungchan took some weights out of his bag and brought them over while you took a short break to massage your legs. He took notice, "Was I too rough on you?"

You shook your head, "No! It's just a little sore."

"I have some medicine for that after we wrap up here, so don't let me forget."

You nodded happily at the thought of Sungchan looking out for you. He set you up, telling you to hold the weight to your chest in a squat position. Demonstrating twice, he motioned to you, "Okay, now you do it." You squat down, holding it for a moment and then slowly rising like he taught you. But the expression on his face told you he saw something wrong. He walked around you, "Do it again?"

You squat a second time, Sungchan's large hand landed on your lower back and pushed your spine straight. The squat got harder with your straight back and the weight pulling on you. It was difficult to keep your balance as your legs shook softly. Sungchan slid his hands down your legs as he positioned himself behind you, squatting with you, as he supported your lift. "If it's too much, you can lean on me a little," He cautioned.

You tried to focus on the stretch but couldn't help but blush as Sungchan held you up. His bulging arms slightly compressed you as his long legs were positioned outside yours.

"Come closer, you're slipping," Sungchan directed as he pulled you more into him.

Warmth shot through you as he easily dragged you to him. His chest was pressed against your back, and your reflection in the mirror was too much for you. You couldn't look, and Sungchan noticed.

"No, you need to look at yourself to see the progress," Sungchan's voice was now in your ear. The warmth brushed against your neck as he breathed. Sungchan turned you to face the mirror, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your body slotted into his larger one, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it looked like you were–

Sungchan's eyes met with yours in the mirror. He smiled, "It's okay, you're doing great. No need to be shy." His praise made your head swirl, and you stopped thinking. You were daydreaming about this situation. You didn't realize you were leaning on him so heavily until he cleared his throat. "Maybe we should change to the next position?"

You snapped back to reality. You weren't even moving anymore, Sungchan was doing all the work. Holding your arms with the weight and supporting your body as you put your weight against him. You could even feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

"Yes! Sorry, I got distracted," You stood up as Sungchan took the weight from you.

"That's alright. Why don't we do lunges next? Real simple."

Sungchan walked to one end of the room. "Just here and back a few times," He gave an example with his hands behind his head as he lunged forward slowly.

You started at the opposite end of the room, doing the lunges as he watched you.

"Try to keep your back straight, no slouching!"

You strained to keep your back straight as you lunged, your knees hitting the floor with each one. You pushed through the exercise until you reached Sungchan, your face level with his bulge. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"You're getting it, but make sure your hands are like this," He leaned forward to fix your hands behind your head, pushing your head and his bulge close together. You could lean forward and kiss it–

"Hey, are you okay?" Sungchan looked at your face with concern.

"Huh?" You blinked.

"You have to go back now."

You'd started fantasizing again and now Sungchan was thinking you were an airhead... You turned around and lunged to the other end of the room.

Sungchan clapped to get your attention, "Why don't we call it early?"

You stood from your lunge, your thighs and knees burning, "What? W-Why?"

"I think you're overworking yourself a bit. You're in pain, aren't you?" Sungchan studied your face as he grabbed your body, squeezing gently to find any sore spots.

You winced as he pinched and poked at you.

"See? We should call it. If you're in too much pain, your body will give out on you," Sungchan frowned.

You nodded sullenly, "O-Okay."

Sungchan put away the weights and took you by the hand into the locker room. He sat you down on a bench, "Shirt off," He commanded.

You hesitated. 

Sungchan chuckled, "I can't apply the medicine with your shirt on." He pulled a cream from his bag, shaking the bottle, "Shirt off, now."

You slipped your shirt over your head.

"Back first," Sungchan commanded as he switched you away from him. Sungchan hummed softly as he massaged the cream onto your back, which made you shiver at how cold it was. The soft sting of the medicine changed into a relaxing warmth as Sungchan worked over your skin. He pressed hard into the center of your back, earning a moan from you.

"Sorry, was I too hard?"

You shook your head, "No, it felt good. I'll stay quiet."

"It's alright, go ahead and make noise. Remember, it just means your muscles are cheering for you." Sungchan chuckled as you moaned again with his permission. He turned you around to face him, "Lay down, I'll get your front too."

"I can do that–"

He hushed you, "It's okay, let me take care of you. You worked hard already, so I'll take care of it." He pushed you gently, cradling your neck as he lay you on your back. "Just close your eyes and relax, it's just us here."

The bench felt cold on your skin as Sungchan's warm fingers dragged across your body, spreading a thin layer of cream. He worked his way from your neck to your chest, roughly applying pressure to your chest. You could feel your dick twitch as his palms guided over your nipples. Your whole body flinched as his hands pressed into your sides, as they worked their way down your torso. Upon reaching your stomach, Sungchan shifted and pulled you closer to him. He set your legs onto his thighs to be closer, you could feel his dick rubbing against you–moving back and forth as he moved.

He gripped your waist, pulling you into him more. The way he held you and pulled you, felt more like thrusting. Your weight shifted as he pushed you and then pulled you into him, his cock getting harder as you tried to keep quiet. But when you heard him groan you peeked an eye open to see.

Sungchan's eyes were heavy-lidded with his mouth open, breathing heavily as his hips thrust into yours.

You closed your eyes, pretending not to know.

"Y/n, don't close them, I want you to look at me," Sungchan's voice was deep and gentle.

You opened your eyes to see Sungchan holding your gaze. Nervously you squirmed under his touch, trying to escape. Sungchan gave a strong thrust–shaking your body on the bench, "Don't act like you don't want me to. I've seen the way you look at me and the way you put your ass out hoping I'd stare."

"That's not true–"

"It isn't?" Sungchan touched your cock over your pants, squeezing moans out of you. "You seem to like it," He said as he stripped off his shirt with one hand, the other pressed on your stomach to hold you in place as he dry fucked you.

His muscles flexed and pulsed as his body moved, his veins showed in his hands and arms as he planted both on your sides again. You didn't know where to touch, or what to do, your head was getting too dizzy.

"Come on, baby. Let's work out a little more," Sungchan teased as he scooped you into his arms. He carried you into the showers. He tossed aside his clothes as he turned on the water. As he was about to enter, he noticed you weren't getting undressed.

"Are you nervous?"

You nodded silently.

"It's okay, I'm your trainer remember? I'll make sure you're stretched perfectly before our cardio session." Sungchan took your arm and pulled you into the shower with him, your clothes clung to your skin as the water seeped into the fabric.

Sungchan kissed you as he pulled your clothes off in a rush, the kiss was sloppy and fast as he rubbed his body against yours. His hands skillfully slipped down your waist and a finger inside you as he kept you busy with kisses.

You whined impatiently as Sungchan took his time stretching you.

"You're not seriously getting mad at me for being polite, right? If you want, we can skip stretches. Just ask." Sungchan's eyes had a hint of irritation but he loved the thought of you asking him for sex when you'd been so shy a moment ago.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer. I'm still technically working right now."

You grit your teeth, "Mr. Trainer, can we skip stretches today? I really want your help with cardio." You tried not to cringe at Sungchan's forced roleplay but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Of course. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, jump for me, baby."

You jumped onto him, his arms holding you as your legs affixed you to him.

"Good boy. Now, let's start with a sprint," Sungchan winked as he lined his cock with your hole and pushed you onto him while raising his cock to meet your hips.

The feeling of him forcing you apart made you swallow deep breaths as your trainer watched joyfully. Sungchan didn't give you much time to accept him inside you, as he immediately started moving. The sting of pain bit at you, contorting your face.

"Work through that pain," Sungchan commanded ask he fucked you against the wall of the shower. The water ran down your bodies and splashed as your hips met, but nothing was louder than your moans of pleasure. "That's right, let me hear you!" Sungchan went harder, making your eyes roll back as your neck relaxed. Your head bounced uncontrollably as Sungchan bit your neck, leaving several marks.

Just as you were about to cum, your moans peaking and body tensing, Sungchan pulled out of you completely.

You groaned in irritation, "What the fuck?"

"Fast and slow, that's how we do cardio. We're resting. Did you forget that already, babe?" Sungchan teased as he placed you down, turning you to face the wall with your ass out. His rest period was about thirty seconds, pulling you away from your climax. When you'd calmed down, Sungchan pushed on your back to arch it as he pushed back into you.

He filled you to the max. You felt his body pressed against you but he was still trying to push deeper, squished against the wall you were forced to arch your back more and allow him deeper inside you.

Sungchan held your hips, "Hands on the wall, don't slip." You followed his instructions, and he lifted you to the point only the tips of your feet were still touching the ground. Sungchan somehow managed to get even deeper inside you. "Your flexibility is unbelievable," He moaned as he fucked you fast and hard again.

You couldn't give an intelligent response, the folding stopped you from taking full breaths and Sungchan's cock thrusting into you so hard knocked the breath out of you. Your whole body shook as your climax started creeping up again, you silently begged for mercy from Sungchan. Your body tensed up again, right before your climax, and Sungchan pulled out again.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer."

"Mr. Trainer. I wanna finish the session."

"Finish? We're only halfway there," Sungchan chuckled as he turned the shower off. He shook his head, letting water fly off him, and pushed his hair back. "But if my student asks me to take it easy, we'll just have to put the rest of the session all in this last push." Sungchan led you out of the bathroom, bringing you to the sauna. "If we want to finish this workout, we need to sweat it all out. If you can handle it," He raised an eyebrow.

"Just fuck me already–"

"That's not a good way to talk to me, y/n." Sungchan laid a small towel on the bench and sat on it. "Ride me."

Your legs were already weak from the exercise earlier, but you knew he wouldn't budge on this. There was a look in his eye that said, Come on. I know you want to.

You moved to straddle him, but he turned you around to face away from him.

"Show me you know how to do the squat I taught you."

You rolled your eyes as you slid yourself down onto him. Your legs shook harshly as you slowly lowered yourself. It wasn't long before your legs felt like they were giving out.

"Sungchan, I can't–"

"Can't? Do you need me to spot you?"

You nodded, "Please."

Sungchan held your thighs, "Okay. Lean on me, I'll help you."

You leaned onto him, as he held your legs tightly to help control them. He was big, it was easier for him to fuck you than for you to fuck yourself on him. You wanted to move faster, but Sungchan forced you to go slow.

"Sungchan!"

He sharply cleared his throat.

"Mr. Trainer, please. Fuck me. I–" Your begging was cut off as Sungchan let you go completely. Your body landed fully on his cock, impaling itself. Your head fell back on his shoulder as your body twitched.

Sungchan watched you in awe, "Are you, okay?" He chuckled at your fucked out facial expression. "You look like a complete slut, you're almost drooling."

You moaned back in response as you rolled your hips back. You reveled in the feeling of being full again. His cock fit you perfectly, and the way he held you–it was only a matter of time.

"You wanna cum, babe?" He whispered in your ear.

Sweat dripped from your face, your bodies stuck together, and the room stank of sex. It was so hot and you'd never felt better. You needed to cum.

"P-Please, Mr. Trainer. I want you to cum in me," You whined.

Sungchan's cock twitched as he watched your face. You were so cute, so soft and squishy in his hands. You moaned at every touch, even when you twitched. You couldn't raise your head and your hands shook like leaves in the wind. He'd broken you by accident...

"Okay. I'll handle everything else. You focus on you."

He lifted your legs, leaning you against him, as he thrust up into you. He was faster and more brutal than ever, it felt like the final race in a marathon. Sungchan poured all his energy into fucking you as he chased his climax.

You came first, almost screaming as your body tensed. Your legs curled inward, but Sungchan held them apart as your cum shot out of you. You cock spitting out ropes of cum onto the sauna's floor. Sungchan came shortly after but he fucked you through his entire high, fast and hard, completely wild and out of pace.

By the end of it, Sungchan's cum was warm inside you and he let you lay in the sauna while he gathered your change of clothes for you. He helped you change, dressing you like a doll as you couldn't stand without his support. You held his massive shoulders as you raised your legs and slipped on your day clothes.

Once you were both dressed, Sungchan rubbed your head. "Do you think you'll book another session with me?"

You nodded, "But, maybe we can work out at your place? I don't think the staff want us here." You glanced at the janitor who glared at you as he went inside the sauna to clean it.

"That's a deal, babe. Tomorrow morning at my place."

You groaned, your legs barely able to work as is.

Sungchan didn't give you the right to refuse as he helped you into his car to take you to his home.

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[tarosunshine]

ʚ CREAM

genre fluff 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader

— He cleaned your lips after you had a little cream left on them.

SHOTARO — He runs his finger and puts it in his mouth.

“Oh, look, you got some…” He leaned towards you a little and gently ran his hand over the stain. His face of concentration was everything. Then he put his finger in his mouth. When you looked up, he met your eyes and gave you a gentle touch on the chin, almost like a caress. “Why that face?.” He smiled.

EUNSEOK — He hands you a napkin, but since you can't find the place, he ends up wiping it for you.

“There, at the top. No, in the corner. Not there.” He sighed barely audible and grabbed a napkin before reaching out, taking your face in one of his hands and carefully wiping it off. “Done.” He chuckled as he turned away without letting go of your cheeks.

SUNGCHAN — He would clean you himself.

“Mhm, over there.” He grinned at you as he leaned back in the chair, ponting your mouth. “I'lldo it.” He denied and then grabbed a napkin, ready to clean by himself. He approached you and passed it through to your lips. “Now there you go.” Kiss your cheek and back on his place.

WONBIN — He would grab your face with both hands and kiss the spot, cleaning it.

“Are you feeding all your face?.” He asked at the same time he looked at your upper lip stained with some cream. So he grabbed your face with both hands and came over to kiss you, thus removing the rest of the food. He turned away, and he licked his lips as he chuckled.

SEUNGHAN — He would lean over to clean it with a napkin, and when he finished, he would give you a kiss.

“Here.” When he approached you , you would think that he was just handing you the napkin, but no, he would clean up every last bit of it himself and laugh at you. “Cute.” Finally, he would give you a kiss on the lips before returning to his original place.

SOHEE — He would laugh at you a little and then pass his finger quickly.

“Aw, look how pretty you are.” He laughed mockingly as he approached your confused face. Then he swipes his thumb quickly and somewhat sloppy, but not enough to hurt you. Finally, he eats the remaining cream.

ANTON — He would tell you by pointing his finger at his lips.

“Here.” He pointed at his own mouth, chuckling. He denied and then approached you, hesitating whether to do it or not. “Let me do it.” Until he finally passed the napkin in the place he was indicating.

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[illriize]

JUST A BET. jung sungchan, riize

pairing. idol!sungchan x fan!reader

genre. fluff, angst, crack, nsfw??

synopsis. in which sungchan makes a bet with his fellow bandmates where he has to become friends with a fan on twitter. y/n somehow ends up being the lucky fan account that catches his attention.

taglist. send an ask to be added

03. FISHY NATHAN

LAST CHAPTER. MASTERLIST. NEXT CHAPTER.

taglist. @seunghancore @dutifullyannoyingfox @palchokitty @rksbae @jeongintwt @rkidazed @wccycc @dinosluver @au-ghosttype

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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.

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[sh0tanzz]

ACKK, do more members as bfs with astrology for riize pls !!!

glad I got this asks bc I can now gloat about my man 😛

sungchan as your boyfriend based on astrology !

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

warnings: small mention of sexual innuendo but nothing extremely graphic I'll only do NSFW asks if requested.

I am so in love with his chart.

Virgo Sun: A common trait I see in Virgo suns/risings is that they truly want to be the best optimal versions of themself. They are always finding ways to improve themselves or look/be their best whether its physically or mentally. (This may explain why many virgo sun/rising male idols are into working out, health or self help books. Sungchans interested in all 3 btw😭) But these traits would probably amp up when he's with you, he wouldn't want to slack when it came to his looks or personhood when with you especially since he has so many placements hinting at wanting to seem his best for you. Would want nothing more but to feel appreciated and valued and would give the same to you. He'd help you with relatively anything even if he didn't know much about the task or topic. He'd also ask you a lot of questions (not as much as a virgo mercury would but..) he'd be very interested in quite literally anything you had going on and would try to relate and insert himself in the things you speak about due to his venus.

Cancer Moon: Cancer is at home when it's in the moon so most people with this placement can be very emotional. He'd have to become close to you before fully pursuing anything. He would care about your opinions and validate your feelings. He'd showcase his domestic chore abilities so you'd view him as reliable. Downside is cancer moons have a hard time letting go of hurts so if you accidentally made him feel a type of way he may have a hard time fully letting go. Pretty sensitive to criticism. Would like comfort activities, a bath, a night swim at the beach, watching nostalgic movies, comfort food. I feel like he tries to be all macho and masc when really his emotional subconscious says otherwise 😭

Libra Mercury: Sungchan is his name and flirting is his game. He quite LITERALLY would know what to say to make you giggle and kick your feet. Would probably send goodmorning/night text (With his Leo Venus and Cancer Moon please send one back). Honestly his Virgo sun paired with this Libra mercury makes me feel like he'd gossip like crazyyyy with you. However his Sun and Mercury paired makes me feel like he'd overthink and be indecisive and have to confide in you about his thoughts. Would be good at calming you down and helping you level out your thoughts when you're upset or in a tense situation.

Leo Venus: With his Venus in Leo he'd most definitely brag about you. Even if the relationship had to be kept under wraps he'd soft launch or hint at your existence to others whether it's through wearing something -you- bought him publicly or if staff asked about his week he'd say "I spent time with a REALL GOOD friend of mine". With his virgo sun paired with his leo venus he'd absolutely need praise, it wouldn't just be a want it'd be a NEED for him to hear you compliment+praise him especially on his talents. Honestly the proudness from his venus, the provider energy from his mars..his chart overall points to him just wanting to please/spoil you whilst also getting praise, recognition and attention in return. He'd surprise you with gifts that aren't typical regular gifts they'd hold some heavy value to them (Like an expensive piece of jewelry or the last pair of a specific shoe you wanted that was on sale). The only downsides I see is that he may nag if he feels like you're not taking care of yourself or your business since his Venus makes him see you as an extension of himself and his Virgo sun and Capricorn mars relatively wanting structure and perfection for both you and him. All in all GIVE HIM ATTENTIONNNNNN.

Capricorn Mars: Whew tbh this placement is hot i'm sorry (It's the cap stellium in me.) BUT ANYWAY ! Before the relationship even began once he realized he liked you he had to make his way to you, even if it was a process he HAD to make his way to you. He'd observe you, see if you two seem compatible and once he sees a chance he'd surely make his way to the kill. I feel like this mars paired with his venus shows that he would NOT play about you. He'd quite literally want nobody else to even consider the thought that you could ever give them the attention or time you give him. Would want to be a "provider" in some sense even if you can take care of yourself. Capricorn rules the skeletal structure so he'd compliment and be super into your body's silhouette/shape, it also rules the teeth + skin (bitemarks, harsh hickies), and the knees + joints...let me not continue.

Other Aspects:

Moon/Sun Sextile: Very easygoing since his inner emotions and expression is balanced and in alignment with his ego and outer expression, however it may sometimes lead to him being a little too comfortable at times because confrontation is sometimes needed and he may avoid it (his cap mars may aid with that however)

Moon/Mercury Square: He may have a constant battle between being logical and letting his moods affect his choices and will look to you for help when his mind feels like it's constantly see-sawing, however he might pretend to be stoic before asking you for help :(

Potential Toxicity: (reminder that any/everyone is capable of having toxic or negative traits, these could be POTENTIALLY true)

Venus/Uranus Opposition: Oh boy, so this can be very conflicting since his moon desires nurturing+comfort and other natal placements hint at wanting to please but this aspect points to him wanting constant spontaneous eccentric dynamic in the relationship...he essentially wouldn't let the relationship become "normal" or overly conventional+stable which could be frustrating.

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[yutafrita]

[09:22AM]

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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.

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tutor! sungchan OHHHHHH hed be so angry when you dont get easy and simple stuff

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: incel mindset, implied noncon

sungchan's leg shakes under the table, jaw tense, hands formed into tight fists around his pen. his face is taut, his eyes stern and brimming with irritation, his mouth pursed together as he sighs through his nose. even just looking at you makes sungchan's blood bubble in his veins. the look of confusion contorting your features as you stare at the paper sungchan had set in front of you ten minutes ago.

it was only a review. three simple problems sungchan had spent no more than five minutes coming up. they were as simple as they could get. sungchan scribbled them onto a wrinkled piece of notebook paper before you arrived and he isn't entirely sure why he bothered. it seemed like nothing ever stuck in that empty head of yours. and sungchan hates it.

he truly just doesn't get it.

why do you even bother? sungchan supposes you're pretty enough to never have to raise a finger if you so desired. but instead, here you are. simply wasting your time and his until sungchan just can't take it anymore and he snaps.

he has yelled at you plenty of times, belittled you, clutched your skin in hurtful manners until you looked up at him with watering eyes, and a stupid look that only made sungchan want to laugh in your face. every single time you look at him like he is the one in the wrong. like he has no reason to make your jaw ache between his fingers to get you to finally look at him and pay attention. but what else is sungchan to do? you don't bat an eye when he breathes out a gentle reminder, or even a stern demand.

sometimes sungchan tells himself that you like the way he treats you. there is no other reason for you to continue to show up in his study room every week, looking like you had spent too much time getting dolled up for a grueling tutoring session that would only end with your makeup smeared and your hair mussed.

perhaps you like the way he takes control of you. when he forces you to glue your eyes to your textbooks and listen to the venomous hisses in your ear as he reiterates the same useless material.

sungchan thinks you would learn more if he brushed his fingers along your filthy cunt, giving you some incentive to eagerly listen to him. that seems to be the reason why women like you do anything at all. women made to sit pretty at home live to have their supple skin caressed and tight cunts stretched and filled with seed. he supposes he wouldn't mind providing that for you until it finally clicked in your brain that the touch of long fingers and the full feeling in your pussy is all that will ever matter.

but sungchan just knows you would be a blubbering mess about it. he can already see you trickling eyes, and hear the whimpered pleas. but sungchan can also see the drool slipping from the corners of your lips, and hear the lewd squelch between your bodies that tells another story.

but as you squirm in his hold, accusatory gaze directed at his face, he knows he has no choice.

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[euseokz]

NEED U TO WRITE THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS SUNGCHAN FF SO BAD..,,

@ sungchan — i hate you i swear i do, so why can't i stop thinking about you ? . cws : enemies to lovers (? sort of) . college! au . masturbation (m) . delinquent! reader . wc : 0.7k+ . genre : smut (also sort of) - [pt. 2]

a/n: hope you like this nonnie ! not sure if it’s what you were expecting but . . i actually had a lot of fun with this since i’ve never written anything like it !

NERDY! SUNGCHAN who just can’t get you out of his head.

he always behaves himself, stays composed, shows to class on time, raises his hand when he knows the answer to a question, and sits in the front row so nothing will distract him. you on the other hand are the complete opposite. you show up just so you don’t fail the classes because of lack of attendance, but still get in late most days, sometimes very clearly hungover, and blatantly sleep through most of it, hiding yourself in the back with your stupid friends where the professors already know not to look if they don’t wanna get their nerves up.

you annoyed sungchan, annoyed him with your behavior, with your stupid comments during class, and with your light teasing over how he was so nerdy it was almost painful to watch — but he still couldn’t stop thinking about you, because why were you so pretty? why did your voice sound so sweet even when you spewed the stupidest things? he didn’t know what went through your head for you to behave like that, and he certainly didn’t know what went on in his head when he was alone in his dorm late at night thinking of you, his length wrapped in his hand as he stroked himself, only thoughts of you clouding his mind.

he’d think about how pretty you’d look on top of him, how sweet your cunt would be to him and take all of him so well. he imagined how good you’d feel, how cute you’d sound moaning his name, your own slipping past his lips accidentally every so often as he let out low whimpers of your name. you’d just look so good in his bed, your hair all messy and your expression flustered as he fucked into you.

sungchan wanted you, but he couldn’t have you, because what would that even do to his reputation? he was one of the top students, one of the few people actually expected to have a bright future ahead of them, so what would associating with someone like you, someone who couldn’t care less about school or academic achievements, do to him? it’d mess everything up, so he held himself back, simply ignoring you and pretending you weren’t even there, doing his best to not show that you did in fact affect him, that he did deep down want you. sungchan was a lot of things but he wasn’t dumb. he knew you liked him too at some level, if not in the extent of love in at least some way because you always made sure to show him pretty smiles, to never actually hurt him with your words, to tease him just enough to try to push his buttons and get a small reaction out of him, even if that never worked. you were meaner when you decided to tease other people, your smile turning cocky, and maybe that was because you knew you did leave a mark on them and with sungchan you somehow never did, but he still couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you liked him in the same depraved way he liked you. opposites attract after all, right?

maybe sungchan was finally going insane, wanting someone like you the lowest he could go, but he couldn’t help it. he wanted you, and he was tired of only getting to indulge in his feelings when he was alone and stroking his dick with his hand, so he finally got up the courage to talk to you, that happening one afternoon when he was the last to leave class — as per usual — and found you still in your seat, typing something on your phone, all alone if not for him.

“aren’t you gonna leave?” sungchan asked in a steady tone, his voice not faltering thankfully, looking you in the eye when he finally caught your attention. you shrugged, but got up, about to walk out when he called your name, making you stop and look back.

“what?” you asked, that pretty smile of yours already on your lips, your voice as sweet as always. sungchan looked down, thinking how he’d word it that he’d like to go out with you, but when he did and said it out loud he realized how insane it sounded, almost starting to back track until you interrupted him.

“i thought you’d never ask”

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[sweetiesicheng]

sungchan - one morning

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you woke up after shifting a bit and immediately reached over to check your phone. you texted a few people back and went through your social media before putting your phone back on the desk next to your bed.

you rolled over and saw sungchan fast asleep. his hair was a mess, so you brushed some strands out of the way before kissing his forehead.

he woke up and groaned, "mm...sleepy..." he spoke and draped his arm over you.

"hey, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" you asked him.

"just stay with me for a little bit longer. cuddling is always nice in the mornings," he replied before clearing his throat.

"by the time i'm done cooking, you'll be fully awake. let me go make breakfast," you said to him.

"b-but, i'll be lonely without you in my arms," he pouted at you.

"jung sungchan, let me out of bed so our stomachs aren't empty," you said to him.

"no!" he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight while burying his face in your neck.

"you're so needy for me this morning," you said to him and ran your hand through his fluffy hair. you kissed his head.

"i'm always needy for you," he replied and yawned. "so sleepy," he whined and held you tighter.

"okay, okay, can't breathe. my lungs need room to breathe," you said to him and tried to push him away. sungchan loosened his grip around you and kissed your neck.

thankfully, sungchan loosened his grip enough to where you could slip out of his arms and out of bed. you practically ran into the bathroom so you could brush your teeth, and while you were in the bathroom, you could hear sungchan whining.

"y/n, why are you so mean to me? i just want to hug my precious, tiny bean of a girlfriend!" sungchan whined. you left the bathroom and saw him hugging your pillow with a pout on his face. "hug me," he demanded.

"no," you said and left the room. you went into the kitchen and started making breakfast for the two of you. once you made breakfast, you put all of the food on a tray and went back to your bedroom, where sungchan was still hugging your pillow and pouting. "come on, eat," you said to him and put the tray on the bed.

sungchan glared at you.

"eat, you have practice later," you said to him.

he still glared at you.

you rolled your eyes while grabbing some food with chopsticks, "oh my god, sungchan, i'll cuddle with you afterwards you giant baby."

he instantly smiled and pulled you into his lap, "or we could cuddle now."

"eat your damn food."

he flinched in fear, "w-why did you turn into scary y/n? where's my precious, tiny bean y/n?"

"she went away because somebody won't eat," you said and drank some soup. he pouted and started eating. "what's with that face?" you asked him.

"i just really want to cuddle with you. that's the best way to spend my mornings," he said.

you kissed his cheek, "i told you that we can cuddle after we eat, but i need to make sure that you eat since you have practice later."

he smiled and then kissed your forehead, "thanks, babe."

"you're very welcome," you said and both of you continued eating. once you two were done, the long-awaited cuddle session commenced.

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riizes text reaction to their gf texting them "when will u give me ur last name?"

★Last Names w/Riize★

★Special Thanks Too: Anon, Riize

★Note: sorry this took so long I got in a really bad mental state I'm trying to crawl my way out of rn also sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted I didn't realize till I already had everything done...

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★CW: cursing (kinda) : mentions of marriage :

3-24-24

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ੈ✩ Delulu is the solulu (riize texts)ੈ✩

Genre :- dating them while being in a delutionship with someone else

Pairing :- Riize x gender neutral reader

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