#Sungchan scenarios

[eternalgyu]

2:08 am

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: sungchan x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc: 0.7k

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: kissing + hot sungchan...

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: this was written for @ywnzn BCUZ THE SUNGCHAN BRAINROT IS SO REALLL I'm so delusional for that man.

You stretched your arms, pajama shirt riding up slightly as you yawned, dramatically walking into the bathroom. Sungchan was already standing there with a toothbrush in his mouth. Once he saw you, he smiled at you, wrapping his arm around you. Both of you had busy schedules and your alone time was a gift from god. Your night routine consisted of this, Sungchan sitting on the bathroom counter and yapping away to his heart's content as you did your skincare. At times, he would be curious and ask if he could try a particular serum or face mask, or when he was feeling bored he would ask if he could do all the steps for you. After you were done, both of you each other's arms, reveling in each other's warmth. It was a comfortable routine to fall into and you both made sure to clear out your schedule for this.

“And then he fell headfirst,” your boyfriend explained. You gave him a concerned look through the mirror as he fiddled with one of your headbands. 

“I’m sorry what??” he looked up at your slightly concerned face “is Anton okay??” 

“Babe Anton is a growing boy, it’s just gonna make his bones stronger.” you nodded unconvinced, while patting your face dry.

“OH i almost forgot i bought these face masks for the both of us.” you reached down into the drawer to pull out the 2 face masks.

“Kuromi for you and Melody for me.” Sungchan noticed you were struggling with the packet, and leaned forward and grabbed it from you, jumping off the counter and walking towards you slowly. Once he was cornering you, he ripped the packet open with his teeth, making straight eye contact with you, before grinning widely.

“I was thinking we could put them on for each other!” he beamed at you. You shook your head, so done with him using his pretty privilege over people (you).

Sungchan had struggled with your mask (he put it on upside down… twice, and was sticking his tongue out adorably when you opened your eyes for a second). When it came to his turn, to your surprise, he held you by the waist and hoisted you up onto the counter.

“Because you’re short.” he patted your head. You narrowed your eyes at him and snatched the mask out of his hand. Sungchan leaned forward, and you cupped his cheeks.“Close your eyes, Channie,” you patted his face gently.

“But I won't be able to look at you, pretty.” he said, frowning and leaning forward to peck your lips. You felt your cheeks heat up and Sungchan closed his eyes with a dopey smile on his face. 

“Oh I bought a bunch of these as well.” You said, scooping up the assortment of lip balms on the table. Sungchan looked up from his phone, his eyes crinkling endearingly, when he saw u applying the pink one. “Do you want to try?” he nodded, and you looked down to choose one when he grabbed your jaw and placed his lips on yours. 

“Hm, I think you should try all of them on,” his grin was evident on his face. “And then I'll choose.” You smacked his arm and he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you, his lips joining yours once again.

Sungchan’s head was leaning against your shoulder, placing kisses there every few minutes as you typed away at your laptop. You could tell he was beyond tired but only staying by your side to keep you company, his breathing slowing and turning into snores. You gently shook him awake.

“You're gonna end up with cramps all over tomorrow Channie,” he got the hint and lay down fully but as soon as you opened up your laptop he started whining. “I guess I'll just finish it tomorrow… it's not fair you always get your way.” You said putting your laptop on your bedside table and going under the covers with Sungchan.

“It's because you love me.” he muttered lazily, throwing his arm over you. You smiled to yourself running your fingers through his hair. “I love you too, maybe a little too much,”

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[euseokz]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[eternallyhyucks]

texts with bf! sungchan

—ngl ive had half of these in the drafts since august LMFAO

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[sungbeam]

nonidol!jung sungchan x f!reader

at some point beneath the glittering summer sun and along evening tides, you and sungchan tripped over the line drawn in the sand.

▷ genre, warnings. brother's best friend!au, friends-ish 2 lovers, family vacay + sungchan lol, swearing, kissing, fluff, humor, sungchan does go shirtless (it's a beach), mentions of food, mentions of alcohol; lee jeno, sohee, and anton r ur brothers! (so u have the lee last name but u "look more like ur mom"); barely proofread, also im sorry if this is boring my head has not been in the game for Months

▷ word count. 10.0k

DISCLAIMER: i DO NOT actively write for or stan riize; this is literally just a birthday present T-T so if dynamics/personalities aren't right, i literally don't know these guys 💀

a/n: happiest birthday to my beloved soulmate and wife @justalildumpling :')) i hope u like it <3

OFTEN when you came back home from work, your joints and muscles ached to the point you could barely stand, your hair felt gross on your head, and your eyes stung from dehydration and sleep deprivation. That was the toll of working closing shift at the restaurant you worked at, and had been working at, for the past several years. 

It wasn't out of the ordinary to see the lights in the house still warm and bright when you got home either. Your family was a handful of night owls, not discounting yourself. They had witnessed you in this particular rat-nest dump of a state time and time again, which was why you didn't worry about looking like Death Incarnate. 

“Hey.”

Your soul left your body. 

Sitting on your living room couch was not a family member. Though, he might as well have been a part of it from how much you had been seeing him lately. Jung Sungchan was your older brother Jeno's best friend, but Sungchan was in your year rather than Jeno's. The two met via the high school soccer team and had been good friends since. 

Years later, he was sitting on the living room couch, nearing one in the morning, his hair damp from a recent shower, T-shirt sleeves rolled up his shoulders, and his phone paused from the game he was playing. Your brain was too tired to even register the amount of muscle packed onto his arms (what the fuck—). 

“Sorry, did I scare you?” He chuckled sheepishly, reaching up to ruffle his dark hair, grown out slightly. 

“What are you doing here?” You blurted instead. Exhaustion meant that conventional politeness was completely defenestrated. It was one in the morning on a summer night… usually your older brother was out clubbing or drinking (not that you were any different, but you worked quite a bit more nights lately). 

Sungchan's eyes danced up and down your form. “Jeno and I decided we're gonna pull an all-nighter for the road trip in—” He glanced over at his phone, “—seven hours and just knock out in the car. How was work?”

Road trip? Car ride? If you could just make it to the shower… “It was fine. Tiring,” you said with a sigh. You trudged over to the far side of the room, behind Sungchan, into the kitchen. You grabbed a cup to fill with water, then drained it down your throat just as fast as it had been filled. 

With water in your body, your systems were finally coming back online. Road trip. Car ride. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god. I have to pack.”

“You haven't packed yet?” He queried, tone light and teasing as he watched the progression of your panic with amusement. “Even Jeno's packed.”

You sputtered back at him, “Quiet, you!”

Sungchan's warm laugh followed you out into the hallway and all the way to your room. You couldn't understand why your face felt so hot; you should have been too preoccupied to be embarrassed, after all. 

You slammed your bedroom door shut, dragging a hand down your face. You couldn't believe Sungchan just saw your I-just-worked-for-eight-hours-in-customer-service face. Not even some of your closest friends had seen the aftermath of your night shifts at work yet. 

Crazy. 

It wasn't every family vacation where a plus-one was invited. Your family tried to set aside time for these trips just for the six of you, but this time was an exception. Somehow—you weren't a part of the delegations—Sungchan was invited on this summer's trip to the coast. Your mom mentioned offhandedly it was because Sungchan “was a nice boy,” or something to that effect. Your family rented out a cabin right along the beach for a week, and the lot of you were going to be stuck in the family minivan for a good eight hours together. 

And if Sungchan was tagging along, that meant you were going to have to fight for the middle row seat or—

“Yn—you’re in the back with Sohee and Anton.”

You came to a screeching halt on your way out of the house, a bucket hat shielding your puffy eyes from the waking world, your duffle strapped over your shoulder. It was seven hours later—an ungodly eight in the morning. “What? Nuh-uh; I don't think so.”

Jeno stood only a few meters ahead of you by the door of the minivan, his hands primed on either side of his hips as if he was the self-proclaimed guardian of the car seating chart. “Well, I said so. Sungchan has longer legs than you—”

“Why don't you sit in the back then?” You shot back with a saccharine sweet smile. You were too tired for this shit. 

Sungchan scratched the side of his head as he walked out of the house to stand by you and join the argument, his flip flops thwacking against the ground. “Uhh, I can sit in the back middle seat. It's cool, dude.”

“Sungchan's too tall for the middle seat,” your dad interjected. He took yours and Sungchan's bags to add to the trunk. “Yn's in the back. Sorry, hon.”

“Dad,” you groaned. 

“You can switch with Jeno half way.”

“Dad!” Jeno squawked this time. 

Your father gave a tired sigh, saying more than he would ever say aloud. “Everyone in the car. Can't you two be like Sohee and Anton? At least they're knocked out.”

“They know they'll be sent to the back without question,” you pointed out as you made your way to the minivan. As you passed by your brother, you sent him a very potent stink eye, then clambered into the back row. 

Like your father had said, your younger brothers, Sohee and Anton, were already dead asleep. Their mouths hung open wide enough to catch any wayward fly with their heads angled back against their neck pillows. You snorted and snapped a photo of them to add to your collection of brotherly blackmail. 

Your mom was settled into the front passenger seat already queuing up driving directions to get to the coast. From your perch in the middle, you had a clear view of her phone screen—seven hours and two minutes. Yay. 

You supposed there wasn't anything too terrible about the middle seat; you were out like a light as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway. 

When you woke up, it was about four hours later, and your parents were having a hushed discussion amongst themselves and Sungchan. A baseball cap had materialized on top of Sungchan's head at some point when you were asleep, and the sleeves of his T-shirt were once again rolled up to expose his muscled shoulders. Did this guy not have a tank top?

“...I like it, at least—well, I don't mind all the extra requirements, and I know it'll help me reach my ultimate end goal, so.”

Your mom let out a hum of approval. “Ah, that's good that you like it. You'll be busy as a nurse.”

Right, Sungchan was in the nursing program. Your brother wasa kinesiology major, and you were going into law. It made for quite the diverse pool in the car. 

You opened your mouth in a yawn and fumbled your hand around your lap for where your earbud had fallen out of your ear, carefully so that you didn't shake off Anton's head on your shoulder. (Oh no, was he drooling?)

“Yn-ah, good morning,” your mother teased quietly. 

You glanced up, eyes going wide when you realized both your mom and Sungchan were now peering back at you. “Morning,” you murmured. Your fingers enclosed around your fallen earbud to tuck it into the case left in the bag at your feet. 

“Sleep well?” Sungchan piped up. There was that twinkle in his eyes, the same one from last night. It made your stomach twist in a way that was more pleasant than not. 

You cleared your throat, unconsciously reaching up to adjust the placement of your bucket hat and praying you didn't look like a sewer rat. “For the most part,” you replied. “How about you?”

He shrugged. “I had a decent power nap. Your mom says you're going into law. That's really cool.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Thanks. And you're in nursing, right? That's cool, too—super admirable.”

Sungchan's mouth widened into a small grin. “Thanks. It's only our first year, but it feels like so much work already.”

“Right? Tell me about it…”

Less than fifteen minutes later, the family van pulled into the parking lot of a diner off the interstate, exactly halfway through your journey. The seven of you, weary and hungry, filed out of the vehicle and into the establishment. You and your parents slid into one booth, while your brothers and Sungchan occupied the one behind you. 

There was a low-spun fan swirling above your heads, an 80s song you vaguely recognized wafting through the air at a dull decibel. Your phone was stashed away in the bag tucked into your end of the booth seat while you idly sipped on your glass of iced water. 

You jolted at the feeling of something light hitting the back of your head. 

A gasp from behind you. 

You rolled your eyes, twisting around in your seat while picking the wadded up straw wrapper from your hair. “Who did it?” You deadpanned. 

The boys table was filled with sheepish expressions, to their credit. Your younger brothers, who were sitting on the far side facing you, thrusted their fingers in each other's faces in a torrent of blame and accusation. 

“Aish, never mind. I don't care who did it,” you dismissed. Your eyes caught onto Sungchan's. He sat just diagonally to your left and for some reason, his eyes on you made you feel warm. 

You flicked the wrapper back; it hit Anton square in the forehead. Jeno barked out a laugh. 

“Nice shot,” Sungchan nodded, extending his fist to you. 

You couldn't suppress the smile from coming onto your face as you bumped his fist with yours. 

Food arrived swiftly afterward, and it was demolished as quickly as it came. In the sway of a palm tree frond, the seven of you were back in the confines of the family minivan. 

The remainder of the car ride carried over quickly. Though Jeno unhappily sat his ass down in your previous spot with you claiming his from before, he and your other brothers snored away five minutes in. You didn't go back to sleep despite having a full belly and less than five hours of sleep under your belt; you watched the world pass by outside the window in a blur. 

Urban skylines melted into rolling emerald mountains and pastures, sank into palm trees and sandy shores that met a blue horizon as far as the eye could see. 

The beach house your family rented this year was a two story cottage-type. It was small, with only one bedroom and bathroom upstairs, a bathroom downstairs, and a living room and kitchen. The rest was all beach. It was determined that you and your mom would be given the honors of the upstairs bedroom and bathroom, while all the boys piled into the living room. 

Once everyone was settled in, there was little else to do but go make use of your new backyard for the next week. 

“Yn! Come on, slowpoke!” Sohee shouted at you from the shoreline with cupped hands. You saw his bare back as he splashed into the waves after Anton, who was already only a speck in your vision. 

Your bare feet sank into the sand, and you wiggled your toes between the warm grains. Sunshine, glorious and concentrated above the distant horizon, soaked into your skin. Ah, this was the life.

Just as you reached for the hem of your shirt to reveal your bathing suit, you caught movement from the corner of your eye. Jeno and Sungchan were coming onto the beach from the front of the house, a disassembled volleyball net hanging between them. 

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at the sight of Sungchan's back—

Before Jeno or any of your other brothers or Sungchan could catch you ogling, you gave yourself a nice, mental slap to the face. No more. You needed to stop this. When did you ever look at Sungchan like this?

(You could still remember when he was the gangly kid with the growth spurt trying out for the high school soccer team. He was paired with Jeno to test his potential, and the rest was history.)

Sungchan was the first to spot you as he and Jeno determined a place to set up the net. He beamed boyishly, his chin inclining toward you. “Hey, wanna play?”

Your eyes flickered to the corded necklace hanging from his collar and between his—Yn, shut the fuck up. “Sure,” you said simply, feigning nonchalance. 

If he noticed your wandering eyes, he didn't comment. Instead, he nodded back at you. “Sick.”

You both turned back to your original tasks. Your hands went back to the bottom hem of your shirt to tug it up and off your body. (Maybe you weren't the only one with wandering eyes, though.)

You draped your clothes over the back porch railing and began making your way down to the shoreline. “I'm gonna take a dip and then come back up!” You said to Jeno and Sungchan. 

“Oh, okay—ow!” 

You didn't see nor hear what happened, but when you glanced back, Sungchan had his back turned to you as he furiously rubbed the back of his head, while Jeno smiled innocently. 

Your older brother waved you along. “Carry on!” He said. 

Walking backward for a couple steps, you shot him an incredulous look, then turned around to meet your little brothers in the ocean. Whatever. 

You had been staring at the wooden ceiling above your head for the past forty-five minutes. Your mom's even breathing and the ocean waves rolling outside the window failed to rock you into unconsciousness. You'd figured the sunlight from this afternoon would have made you tired, or perhaps all the food you ate for dinner, but your eyes continued to stay wide open. 

A quiet sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled over onto your side and gently peeled the covers off. With near silent footsteps across the oak floors, you slipped out of the bedroom and down the stairs. 

The cacophony of combined snoring from all the men in the living room was comparable to the volume of the waves just outside. 

You barely contained your snort of amusement. You didn't worry about waking any of them up as you crossed the living room, full of a smorgasbord of limbs and bodies draped across the large couch sectional and blankets on the floor. 

The back door was left unlatched when you reached its threshold. Outside, moonlight dappled across the calm sea like a sprinkling of diamonds. You slowly pried the door open, freezing. 

You and Sungchan made eye contact from across the back porch. He was perched on the top step, nursing a bottle of beer in his hand. A loose breeze wafted through the strands of his hair. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, moving to retreat back into the house. 

“Oh, no—please.” He patted the empty space next to him on the porch step. 

You blinked, at odds. He was clearly out here for a reason and you'd figured he wanted some space, but if he was inviting you, then… 

You closed the back door behind you and settled beside him, with a comfortable amount of negative space between your bodies. You folded your arms over the tops of your knees and stared out at the midnight horizon. It smelled of salt and sea spray, and the light wind was a refreshing crispiness against the humid evening air. 

“Couldn't sleep?” He murmured, glancing over at you. 

You nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He hummed in response. 

“I'm not surprised,” you said. The corners of your lips curled upward. “I wouldn't be able to sleep amongst my brothers either. Their snoring could wake a bear.”

Sungchan sputtered out a laugh as his eyes crinkled upward and he pressed the back of his knuckles against his mouth. “I wasn't gonna say it, but…”

You shared a grin with him. “I will happily say it for you, dude.” 

His eyes were stunning in this lighting. The moonlight hit his irises at an angle that made them shimmer like a shade of molten copper. He licked his lips, and you saw his eyes dart from your eyes, down a few inches, then further down to the beer bottle in his hands. 

“Oh, uh,” he stammered, tipping the bottle nose in your direction, “want some? I thought the alcohol would help me sleep, but it's not looking awfully promising.”

For a split second, your heart leapt at the thought—your mouth pressed against the place his mouth had been, tasting the place he'd drunk from. 

You dashed the thought from your mind. It couldn't have been so significant as your brain was making it out to be. You were probably just sleep deprived. 

“Thanks,” you said while reaching across the gap to accept it from him. Judging by the weight, it was just about half full, and you took a light swig. 

A drop of liquid dribbled out of the corner of your lips, and you swiped it with the pad of your thumb, sticking the finger into your mouth to suck it off. You passed the bottle back over to him, catching his eyes not looking at yours. 

(The organ in your chest was no longer in your chest. Was it normal for your heart to make a home in your throat instead? Why did he look at you like that?)

“Any reason for not being able to sleep?” You asked him to break the silence. “I mean, besides the symphony my brothers and dad are conducting, of course.”

His eyes shuddered, as if breaking out of a trance. “Oh, uhm—nothing in particular, I guess. Maybe it's just from all the excitement. I think it's usually hard for me to sleep in new places.”

You bobbed your head in understanding. “No, I get that. It takes me a little to get used to new environments, too. I don't know how I would have survived if I was living in the dorms at uni and not at home.” The university you attended was a decent commute from your house, so living on campus was never something you gave much thought to. The idea of living independently appealed to you sometimes, but in general, you didn't have a ton of qualms against your circumstances now. 

“For sure,” Sungchan whistled lowly. He contemplated the opening of his beer bottle, then took a gentle sip of its contents. “Have you made a lot of friends? I feel like it's a lot harder than people make it seem.”

You passed him a curious glance this time. “Some, but it's definitely not as easy as high school. You haven't made a lot of friends?”

“The soccer team, mainly,” he chuckled. “The occasional ally in my classes.”

You let out a bright laugh that made his smile widen. “'Ally?’” You parroted. “What a fun word to call classmates.”

“It's true!” He insisted, chuckling. “Some of these professors are evil, man. Competitive grades? Not a chance,” He scoffed. “We're all in this together, even if the curve is against us.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but the rolling waves likely covered your noise plenty. Your family were deep sleepers. 

“I just figured that you meet lots of people,” you offered when your mirth died down to a giggle. You toed a pile of sand sitting on the last step of the porch. “Your socials are pretty active,” you said, “but I guess I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.”

“I could say the same about you, Miss Party Girl,” he smirked. “When are you gonna drag me to a rave?”

Heat raced up to your cheeks. “I've only been to one,” you said, rolling your eyes. He'd seen that post? First, the post-work daze, and now, the turnt raver? “I haven't gone to a party in a few weeks 'cause of finals anyway.” 

Now that you thought about it, you'd been so busy as of late, you couldn't even count the amount of outings you'd declined on your two hands. 

“Trust me, I get it.” He raised his hands in an act of surrender, his knees angling toward you. The negative space was suddenly a lot less negative. 

Another tip of his beer bottle; it swapped hands once, twice more. The liquid dribbled smooth down your throat just as Sungchan knocked the rest back. The empty glass made a dull thunk sound as it hit the wooden porch to Sungchan's right. 

“So what I'm getting,” you drawled, mimicking his position by angling your knees toward his. You felt your legs brush—the stimulus sent a jolt down your nerves that warned of addiction and tasted like the forbidden. “Is that you've never been to a rave before?”

Sungchan gave a noncommittal shrug. “Maybe I have.”

You mocked his shrug. “Maybe you have.”

“Or maybe it's just that I haven't gone with you yet.”

Even the waves seemed to quiet for a second. Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest, and you tied down the nervous laugh ready to bubble out of your mouth. You bit your lip and found yourself nodding. “We'd paint the town red, Jung Sungchan,” you murmured. 

There it was again—that flicker of his gaze to some place you both knew crossed a line. It was the beer, was what you were telling yourself. It was the beer. 

Seagulls surfed the ever-blue sky. Eternal summer could be thought of as a filter of golden, glittery gauze across one's already rose-colored glasses. But summer, truly, was the shade of Jung Sungchan's tank top peeling off his body as he sprinted down the sandbank after your brother, Anton. 

You watched the fabric whip around in the salt breeze before settling into a heap where his footprint melted into the mineral grains. You were giving Sohee the sunscreen spritz-down up on the covered porch, while Jeno barreled down the bank after his friend and brother. 

From behind you came the scratch of the back door sliding open. You and Sohee peered back to where your mom poked her head out. 

She just barely caught her sunglasses in time as they slipped off her head. “Hey, your dad and I are heading out. Watch each other, okay?”

“Got it!” You and Sohee chirped. 

One more nod from your mom, and then she was gone. Your parents were going to take a date into town, just the two of them. That left you and the boys here with the surf and sand—definitely not a terrible compromise. If you wanted, you could probably have the whole house to yourself, anyway. These guys could entertain themselves. 

“Yn! Sohee!” 

Jeno arced one arm up into the sky to beckon you down to the sea, only to get dragged underwater by his two comrades. You and Sohee harked out twin laughs as you watched Jeno fight for his life with limbs flailing and foam flying into the sky. 

You patted Sohee's shoulder as you set the can of sunscreen onto the porch step. “Alrighty, you're good to go, bro.”

“Thanks—race you down!”

“Hey!” Your laughter echoed as you bolted down the sand after him to join the fun. 

As your feet dug into the wet embankment, your palms made purchase against Sohee's shoulders to shove him into the water. A yelp leapt into the air, and you turned away to avoid getting hit in the face with the consequence of your prank. 

“I'm so gonna get you for that!” Sohee spat water out of his mouth, a wicked grin pulling onto his lips. 

“No, you're not, actually!” 

You bolted—well, stomped, your way through the knee-deep water, furiously trying to get away from karma. Water yanked down on your limbs in a forceful coax to give into your punishment, but you were determined. 

You could hear your brothers’ hollers of encouragement: “Get her, Sohee!” and “RUN, YN, RUN!”

Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you pushed your legs harder. 

“I got her!” Wait, was that Sungchan?—

You suddenly felt a pair of hands on either side of your waist—you swore as your legs came out of the water and your world twisted. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” You squawked, squirming wildly in Sungchan's arms as he scooped you into his hold like a bride. (NO. NOT LIKE A BRIDE. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A BRIDE?—) One arm cradled your back and the other under your knees, and he laughed—he chuckled—as you attempted to flip yourself out of his grasp. 

“You're not getting out of this, party girl,” he said close to your ear. 

For a heartbeat, you lost your breath at the rasp behind his words and the grin on his face. But a heartbeat was all he needed. 

There was free fall, and then all sound muffled as cold water engulfed your body. You plugged your nose and screwed your eyes shut. You felt your ass hit the sand at the bottom in slow motion, before the air in your lungs began to lift you back up to the surface of the water. 

You broke out with a gasp, hair flipping back as you furiously swiped your hands down your face to get the water out of your eyes. They stung like a bitch, but you could feel the rush of blood in your ears; it was thrilling. 

A hand in your vision enclosed around yours.

“You asshole!” You scowled up at Sungchan from where you knelt, though it was half-hearted. 

He beamed back at you boyishly with damp hair hanging in his eyes and water running down the crevices of his stomach like a goddamn system of canals. “You're a good sport, Yn.”

“I'm really not.”

You had the distinct pleasure of seeing the smile slip off his face before you used his grip on you to yank him into the water. You swallowed a good half pint of saltwater, but the revenge couldn't have been sweeter. 

When Sungchan's head broke the surface, it was followed by a dog-like shake of his head. You laughed to turn away from the spray of water; Sungchan delighted at the sound. 

Amusement still lingered on your lips as your eyes snagged on the piece of seaweed that made its home on his head. You didn't think twice about it before leaning closer to reach it. 

You stepped forward, and—oh boy, was that a mistake. 

You had a front row seat view of a droplet of water slipping down the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, and the cliff of his chin. You wrestled down a swallow, and pulled the seaweed off his head, flinging it into the water. 

“You had, uhm, a little…”

“Right, thanks—”

You both flinched apart as a man-made wave of water crashed into your sides. “AMBUSH!” Your three brothers declared, springing up out of the water and parading a full-blown attack with all weapons firing. 

You and Sungchan were swift to launch your own counterattack. 

Merriment filled the summer air as much as saltwater embedded into your skin and eyes and mouth. You almost made the mistake of thinking your racing heart was just from the determination to beat your brothers, and not from the guy on your side of the war. The heat was getting to you and the sun was getting to him.  

It was about an hour later that you found yourself lazing upon the slick and smooth plane of a surfboard. The ocean rocked you gently from beneath the board; it had been surprisingly calm all of today. 

At some point, you and the boys established a truce in the Great Water War, mainly because your brothers were hungry and there was a big, juicy watermelon just begging to be cut open and devoured in the house. 

Suffice to say, you let your brothers figure it out. 

Your consciousness faded into the foreground of your mind as a distant sound of splashing neared. You peaked one eye open, lifting the rim of the hat up to see who dared to encroach upon your isle. 

You could recognize Sungchan's mop of hair from a mile away, at this point. You couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, but why did it have to be either?

He cropped up right beside you, pushing back his hair to keep the water out of his eyes. “Hi.”

A smile curled onto your lips, teasing. “Hi. Good swim?”

“Good nap?”

“As good as one can be on the open ocean,” you said, shifting the hat up so you could see him better, but keeping your face shaded. “I don't know how dolphins sleep with half their brain on.”

Sungchan's brows rocketed toward his hairline. “They sleep with half their brain on? Crazy.”

“I know. I can't even stay awake with half my brain on.”

You and he shared a laugh, and he set a palm on the board next to your body. “Aw, no,” he assured. “If you've got less than half a brain on at all times, then I've got one brain cell.”

“Joke's on you, half my brain is half a brain cell.”

He wrinkled his nose at you. Cute. “Sweetheart, hate to break it to you, but that's not how brain cells work.”

You nearly fell off the board. “Okay, Mr. Know-it-all, do tell.”

“I'm not about to talk about neurons on my vacation.”

You challenged him with a look. “Overruled, counselor. Answer the question.”

His mouth fell open in a stunned daze, and his reaction made you break face for a moment to laugh. He blinked. “I have to be really honest with you…” Sungchan carded a hand through his hair, then pressed his knuckles to his mouth. “That was really hot.”

Was it suddenly five degrees warmer out here? 

If blood rushing in your ears was akin to the sound of waves crashing, there must have been one hell of a tsunami in your veins right now. 

You sputtered a laugh. “You need to get out of the sun—”

“I'm sorry I said that aloud,” he grimaced sheepishly. 

“Nurse? Nurse!—” You feigned raising your head up to look around for an imaginary nurse in the middle of the ocean. “Oh, right. You are the nurse.”

He groaned, tilting his head back and playfully punching your shoulder. “You're so—”

“Hot?”

You howled at the sight of his cheekbones blooming the color of ripe watermelon. “I'm kidding; I'm teasing!”

He sighed, smiling despite the pain etched onto his gorgeous features. “Never living that down, am I?”

You shifted your position to laying on your stomach now, your arms folded beneath your chin. Sungchan carefully turned the surfboard so the tip faced him, and you were trapped in his gaze, head-on. “It was cute,” you consoled. 

“So you think I'm cute?” He cocked a brow. 

“And you think I'm hot.”

He flicked water at you. “Aaand, there it is!” 

You laughed again, delighted at the red lingering on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. God, he was fucking gorgeous. 

A beat passed for a second. Something settled between the two of you, a thing you couldn't yet put a name on, but it had been there since last night. Or maybe it had been there longer, festering in the negative space between you until said space could become something of a memory. 

You weren't sure why he was here—why he'd swum out here to meet you when his best friend was back at the beach house, gorging on watermelon and getting his ass handed to him in Mario Kart by his siblings; why he all of a sudden occupied a part of your mind like the tide creeping up the embankment at four in the afternoon. At first, he was far enough for you to settle into a false sense of security; until all of a sudden, there he was, the foamy waves lapping at your feet and his smile the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes. 

His tongue swiped over his lips and he cleared his throat. “So, uh, watermelon?” That was his original reason for coming out here. (He did volunteer, after all.)

You perked up. “Right, sure. Watermelon.”

“Great.” He broke into a smile, but the corners of it were softer, fonder. You could get used to the look of it. 

There was this saying—the elephant in the room—but here in the cabin living room, it was definitely more of a blue whale. Just completely out of the water, weighing about thirteen tons, the size of twelve school buses… yeah, that sounded about right. 

“GO FISH!” Anton flung his finger across the circle at Jeno with the glee of a kid on Christmas morning. “Suck it!”

Your mom sent an express glare his way. “Anton.”

Your youngest shrunk down sheepishly. “Sorry, eomma.”

The seven of you were settled in the living space this fine evening with a deck of cards. Your parents were on the couches watching the movie on screen and the game before them, while you, your brothers, and Sungchan huddled around the coffee table playing said game. Sunsoaked and weary, it only took one hearty and filling dinner to perk the lot of you right back up like a field of sunflowers.

“This is a stupid game,” Jeno sulked as he examined his hand of cards. 

“You only say that because you're losing,” you pointed out. “Anyways, Jeno, can I have that three?”

Jeno cut you a glare as the rest of the table rolled into fits of laughter. Your smile was cheeky, reaching out to snatch the three Jeno revealed he had during his turn. 

“That's cold,” Sohee snorted. 

Your eyes darted over to Sungchan opposite you. His eyes were glimmering. “Yeah, I didn't know you had so much ruthlessness in you, Yn.”

“Why do you think she's going into law?” Jeno grunted. Though one card less, it meant that he had one less pair in his finished pile. At this rate, you might win and end up with the most pairs. 

“Guys, it's literally just how you play the game.” You nodded over at Sohee. “Sohee, do you have a jack?”

Your younger brother handed it over without ceremony. “Unfortunately.”

“Anton, do you have an ace?”

He shook his head. “Go fish, noona.”

“See?” You said to the rest of the table, but your eyes went to Sungchan's. “The nature of the game.”

They let you off the hook because you didn't plunder everyone of their cards this round. It continued on with Sohee, then Anton, before landing on Sungchan. 

He made a show of considering his cards, a furrow between his brows. He glanced up at you over the rim of his hand and gestured with a curl of his fingers. “I'd like that ace, Yn.”

“Oooh,” Anton giggled. 

Jeno grinned as you extended the ace across the table to Sungchan. “Karma.”

“Thank you—” his fingers grazed against yours as he plucked the card from your grasp, “—very much.”

You pressed your lips into a small smile, nose wrinkling up at him. You had a few cards left to rid yourself of. 

Your dad cleared his throat as he stood up from the couch to bring his empty bowl to the sink. “By the way, are you kids still going into town tomorrow?”

The five of you exchanged brief eye contact with one another. “Yep.”

The idea had come up during dinner after your parents came back. They'd mentioned a variety of activities and little shops to visit that might be fun for you to see, including a hand churned ice cream shop and a port side arcade building. It would just be the five of you going, while your parents would walk down to the beach trails about a mile from the cabin to go hiking. 

In the morning, you and everyone else in the house took your time getting up and ready for the day. Breakfast was taken together at the table before you split off into your separate parties. 

Jeno took the wheel with Sungchan riding shotgun, and you sat in the middle row with Sohee, while Anton occupied the back. You rolled down your window to rest your chin on the fold of your elbow, your sunglasses slipping down the bridge of your nose as you watched the scenery pass by. 

Right in front of you, Sungchan also had his window rolled down with his arm propped on the lowered sill. He chatted animatedly with Jeno about whatever game he and all three of your brothers were playing this morning, but you could feel his gaze go to his side view mirror more than once. 

The ride was an easy, breezy one. 

The main town center bustled with locals and visitors alike in the late morning. Jeno found free parking about a block away, and the five of you walked over as one big group. 

“Ice cream first!” Anton declared with one arm raised toward the sky. 

“I concur,” you chimed in. You lifted your sunglasses up slightly so you could read the town directory easier. “Seems like we're close by.”

Anton nodded in approval. “Onwards, then.”

You and your youngest brother led the way. The idea of ice cream made your mouth water, especially since you could already feel a bead of sweat dribble down your spine. Why was it so goddamn hot?

The shop was a cute, little building with a pink and white striped awning and a large window in the front that gave visitors a front row view into the ice cream churning experience. You snorted as Anton pressed his nose up against the glass, a wide grin splitting his face. 

“You're scaring the workers, dude,” you jested, tugging your brother along. 

Anton scrunched his nose up at you. “You scare me every morning.”

“Just because you're a wimp when I put toner pads on—hey! Do you want ice cream or not?” You cackled as he attempted to flick you square in the forehead. 

Jeno groaned. “Guys, can we please act normal for once?” He asked as he swung the door open for everyone. 

Sungchan beat you to the punchline, slapping his friend on the back while he ducked inside. “That's rich coming from you, man.”

“Hey!” 

The squabble was swiftly swept out of your mind when you stepped foot into the shop. You were nearly knocked over from the potency of the sugary waffle cone scent that occupied the room. At the sight of tubs upon tubs of frozen treats kept within the display case, your entire face lit up, eyes going glassy with wonder. “Oh no, too many to choose from,” you gasped, cupping the lower half of your face. 

Sungchan chuckled beside you as he crossed his arms and assessed the dozen options before you. “I didn't know you were such an ice cream fanatic, party girl,” he mused. He glanced over at you with a fond sort of gleam in his eye. 

“Don't even get her started,” Sohee groaned. “She and Anton have a sweet tooth to rival Willy Wonka.”

Anton flagged down one of the workers, having already found his targets to try. He was in here for less than two minutes and was already rattling off the entire menu to the poor girl behind the counter. 

“Tiramisu sounds really good,” you muttered. Your eyes moved slowly from tub to tub. Another gasp flew from your lips, and you clasped a hand on Sungchan's shoulder. “Wait—but strawberry shortcake—hhhhh.” You wrinkled your brows together, lips pressed into a taut line. 

This was not good. 

“You could always get a double scoop,” Sungchan suggested. 

You bobbed your head. “That's true, but I'm just worried I won't be able to finish, y'know.”

“Well, maybe I'll get one of the flavors you want and we can split.” His shrug was all too casual. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, biting his lip through a smile. 

The organ in your chest gave a hop, skip, and a leap. You weren't sure if it was at the thought of it all working out alright or if it was because of Sungchan's generous gesture. You were telling yourself it was the former, but you could be persuaded it was the latter if given a light shove in that direction. 

When everyone's scoops were paid for, you fell into a loose formation to stroll around town while you finished your treats. 

You and Sungchan were glued to each other's sides out of necessity since you were sharing flavors. Jeno walked on his other side, however, lapping at his cotton candy blue scoop seated upon a throne of waffle cone. The two youngest walked in front, leading you all to wherever they wished to go. 

The town itself was rather quaint when you finally soaked it in. It seemed like the kind of place everyone knew everyone, and if you were new or only visiting, the locals were just as friendly and welcoming. The town center was stocked with anything a resident might need—a small grocer down the street, clothing stores and restaurants lining the boulevard, a newspaper stand at the corner, a laundromat, a hardware store, and more places you were certain you wouldn't be able to see in just one walk. 

As you scooped a bite out of some of the last bits of tiramisu in Sungchan's cup, Jeno was summoned up to his brothers who were debating over which way they should turn next. You and Sungchan lingered behind to finish off the ice cream in your respective cups. 

Just as you slurped up the melted shortcake ice cream at the bottom of yours, your eyes caught onto a storefront behind Sungchan. It was decked out in cliché boho-chic, with braided nets, shells, and sand dollars in the window and over the door frame. The souvenir shop seemed to embody the quintessential tourist trap, and you didn't mind falling into it. 

“—guys, we're gonna go to the arcade now!” Jeno said, beckoning you and Sungchan over. They must have decided on a route then. 

You made your decision. “You guys can go ahead! I'm gonna pop into this place for a second. I promised I'd get my friend Minjeong something.” Minjeong was one of the few close friends you made at university, and though you didn't promise to her face you'd get her something, you were determined to get her a little trinket as a token of your affection. 

“You're gonna go alone?” 

You blinked. “Yeah, I'll just meet you guys at the arcade.” 

Sohee piped up, “But mom said buddy system.” Okay, you should probably honor that, but it wasn't as if the four of you always followed that rule. 

“I'll go with you.”

All eyes went to Sungchan who tossed his empty cup and spoon into the nearby trash can. He gave a nonchalant lift of his shoulders. “I wanted to get my mom something anyway.”

You tilted your head to the side curiously as Jeno narrowed his eyes at Sungchan, like they were communicating telepathically. Odd. 

In fact, you didn't really know what to think about being alone with Sungchan. There was a difference between coincidentally ending up on the porch together or conversing in the ocean away from everyone else, to purposefully breaking off from the group to spend time with each other. 

Then again, he said he was getting something for his mom. That gave a different implication to him volunteering to accompany you. The goal was capitalism, not something forbidden.

Maybe you were thinking about this too much. 

“Okay, fine,” Jeno relented. “We'll meet you at the arcade, but don't take too long or we'll leave without you.”

“Aye-aye,” you teased, raising a hand to wave goodbye to your brothers. “C'mon, Sungchan.”

You dumped your empty ice cream cup and spoon into the trash before slipping inside the souvenir shop with Sungchan following right after you. You lifted your sunglasses up on top of your head, skin prickling with gooseflesh from the draft of air conditioning wafting overhead. A soft-toned acoustic played in the background, accompanied by the cheery greeting of a staff member from behind the register. 

You and Sungchan lifted your hands in warm reply, then disappeared into the aisles to explore. 

Your fingers grazed along the racks of clothes branded with the beach town's name and minimalist artwork; your eyes roamed over the ships displayed in bottles on the walls, the not-for-sale surfboard hung for decor. Like many souvenir shops, there were several turning displays that boasted rows upon rows of themed keychains with specific names engraved into them. 

“I will never find my name amongst these,” Sungchan mused quietly from beside you as the two of you rifled through the surfboards and seashells and sharks. “And yet, I look for the S names all the time.”

“Valid,” you nodded. “Sometimes I can't find my name either, but it's the hope that gets you.”

“And fails you,” he pointed out.

“Touché.” 

Near the keychain displays stood a tower of hats and head accessories galore. There were crocheted bonnets, straw hats, ball caps, and even headbands. Your expression glittered as you plucked up a headband with twin sunflowers on the top like a pair of antennas. 

After hanging your shades on your shirt color, you donned the headpiece, twirling around to show Sungchan. “Thoughts?” You asked, failing to sweep your grin away. 

Sungchan beamed back at you. “Oh, you're too cute.”

You ignored the heat creeping up the back of your neck to reach for another headband—this time, one topped with red crab claws. Sungchan graciously bowed his head for you to crown him with the piece. 

“Fabulous,” you declared with your hands on your hips. 

He peered into the small mirror to the side of the hat rack. “You think?”

“Of course.” So much so, that you pulled out your phone to snap a picture. You tilted your head toward his to fit both of your faces and headbands in the frame. 

Sungchan peered over your shoulder to take a glimpse at the photos. His tongue was jammed into his cheek, and you could feel his breath along the shell of your ear. “Send me those?”

“I'd need your number first.”

He grinned boyishly, roughing a hand through his hair before taking your phone from you. “You don't even have to ask.”

As he saved his contact information into your phone, you attempted to calm the giddy butterflies in your stomach by peering back into the mirror at the headband on your head. You squished the plush sunflower heads with your fingers, humming thoughtfully. “I low-key wanna buy this.”

He glanced up from your phone before handing it back to you. “If you buy that one, I'll buy this one,” he replied, pointing up at the crab claws on his head. 

“You're such an enabler,” you jested. A beat passed. “Okay, but only if you get it with me.”

“That is what I said,” he chuckled, eyebrows arched. 

The remainder of the time you and Sungchan spent in the shop was mainly to figure out what you would purchase for Minjeong and what Sungchan would buy for his mom. (Mainly, implying that there was still room for shenanigans.) It took a little more than half an hour, but you both emerged from the souvenir shop with a gift bag each, containing your headbands and the baubles bought. 

The arcade was only about a ten minute's walk from your location, so you and Sungchan took your sweet time getting there. As the two of you walked—the backs of your hands grazing against one another, shoulders bumping—you nearly forgot that Sungchan was your brother's good friend. Jeno had never made it a point that you and his friends should never mix, and you knew he could care less about your love life, but this was different. (Was it?) It felt like something that shouldn't happen, and yet, why were you starting to want it so badly?

The outside of the arcade was a cream colored building, much like the others in town, but with large posters on the outside beckoning guests to come in and try their hand. Your brothers texted you to let you know they were in a game of laser tag right now, so that gave you and Sungchan a little more time to yourselves within the arcade. 

“I have an idea!” Sungchan grabbed your free hand and hauled you off toward something in the distance. 

The feeling of your fingers slotting with his had more than just your steps skipping. “Hey, man—you and your long legs need to chill!” You hollered at him through a laugh. 

He sent you a look over his shoulder before stopping at one corner of the arcade. With jazz hands, he presented his marvelous idea. “Ta-da!”

Before you was an all-time classic: Dance Dance Revolution. 

Your eyes widened just as your smile did. “It's like you read my mind,” you marveled. 

The machine was just like the movies with a multicolored screen of bright blues and purples, a platform with two sets of arrows in the floor, and two arched rails at the back for each player to hold onto as they danced the night away. 

Sungchan marched up onto the platform and fished a wadded up paper bill out from his wallet. “Have you played before?”

When the machine devoured his money, the screen leapt to life and blasted its opening music to announce that somebody was willing to step up to the challenge. 

You set your gift bag down at the foot of the platform and climbed up to join him. “I've only seen it done before, but I've always wanted to try it.”

You and he locked eyes, and you were sure the twinkle in his was a reflection of just how excited you were. 

“Well, today is your lucky day, party girl,” he chirped. “Let's see what you've got.”

It didn't take long for you to figure out that “what you've got” was a lot less than whatever Sungchan had. 

You grappled onto the railing behind you tightly as you stomped your feet against the coordinating arrows that flashed on-screen. How long had it been since that fateful first round? Ten minutes? Two days? It was all mashing together. 

“This is unfair; you have longer limbs,” you groaned after missing a few arrows in a row. Why were you so out of breath?

A bead of sweat dribbled down the side of Sungchan's head. It was almost comical how serious you were both taking this game. “I have practice,” he corrected cheekily. 

“Same difference!”

“A master never blames his tools.”

You huffed. “Bullshit.”

At this point, your losses were becoming ridiculous. Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

For a sequence you knew you were going to miss, you leaned over and pinched his side. Sungchan jolted—it did the trick, and he missed the steps. His head whipped over to you, an impish gleam in his irises. 

“Oh ho ho… you wanna play that game?”

You placed your hand on your hip as the round ended. “If I'm gonna lose, might as well go out with a bang.”

His tongue swiped over his lip. “You're on.”

The next round commenced, and adrenaline spiked through you like a spear, more powerful than before. You knew to expect Sungchan's revenge, but you struck first. 

A poke at his side resulted in a tickle at your waist. You returned his parry with a blind poke at his stomach. 

Anticipating his response, you spotted his arm incoming out of your periphery and moved to step out of his reach. Instead of solid platform, however, your breath hitched at the feeling of half your sandal slipping off the edge. 

Sungchan's eyes went wide and his arm instead curled around your waist and hauled you to him. “Shit,” he muttered, “are you okay? Sorry, that was totally my fault.”

Your palms had landed on his chest, your heart rate slowing but not fast enough. All of the excitement in your veins was likely more so from the game itself, and not from almost falling off the platform… and perhaps, another part of it was you realizing just how close you and Sungchan were now. 

You nodded. “Yeah, I'm completely fine; don't even worry about it. And it wasn't your fault—I miscalculated my step and I started it anyway.”

He pressed his lips together. “Still.”

“Nice catch, by the way,” you said quietly. 

You saw his eyes leave your gaze, and this time, you followed in his movements. He ducked his head, almost shyly. “I guess so,” he chuckled. “I'm glad I caught you.”

If anything, your heartbeat was gaining speed again. The hand pressed into your waist was a little more addicting than you would have liked, and his mouth was closer than you thought it had been. 

In the neon glow of the Dance Dance Revolution screen, you and Sungchan leaned toward one another with one aim, and one aim only. 

“Hey guys!” 

You leapt off the dance platform at the same time that Sungchan zipped to his side, gripping the railing with an expression akin to a deer caught in headlights. 

You pressed a hand against your palpitating heart and turned to find all three of your brothers bounding over to where you and Sungchan were. 

“Oh my god,” Anton gasped, “is that DDR?”

It seemed that Anton and Sohee were more focused on the game than yours and Sungchan's compromising position. But Jeno… you noted the suspicious narrowing of his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest…

You swore you and Sungchan swallowed at the same time. 

“Did we interrupt something?” Jeno drawled. 

“Nope!” 

You and Sungchan looked at each other at your simultaneous answer. Great. That definitely wasn't even more conspicuous or anything. 

Jeno pressed his lips together. “Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced. “Well, Mom and Dad texted and asked for us to meet them at the house, so we've gotta go.” He lifted the screen of his phone up for you to see. Dear god, you hadn't even realized they'd texted the group chat.

You cleared your throat. “Right.” 

You picked up your gift bag, and your younger brothers immediately flanked you on either side to gush about the game of laser tag they had just partaken in. Though you nodded and engaged in their conversation, your mind was elsewhere. 

Plus, it was hard not to be hyper aware of the fact that Sungchan was now alone to face Jeno somewhere behind you. You were not looking forward to the car ride back.

There were always some, unspoken fine lines that should not be crossed—at least, purposefully. In retrospect, you knew Jeno didn't care about who you chose to spend your time with, as long as they treated you right. In the same vein, you didn't care much about what he thought when it came to your own decisions, and yet, you found yourself caring a little more because this was one of his friends. Not yours. 

But feelings were feelings… and you were slowly coming to terms with yours. 

It was like déjà vu when you crept down the stairs in the dead of night for the second time this vacation. You simply could not bear staring at that wooden ceiling any longer with your mind reeling from this afternoon's events. 

The living room was yet again a cacophony of light snoring, and you crossed the room toward the back door once more. 

You paused again, the sight of Sungchan's back a familiar one. Instead of sitting on the porch steps, though, he leaned against the railing, gazing out at the dark waves. It was yet another calm night out on the embankment, but the moon tonight was hidden away behind a few wisps of cirrus clouds. 

He glanced over his shoulder at you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you greeted softly, gently closing the door behind you so you could join him at the railing. It was funny how you both were on the same wavelength. Fate had a funny way of encouraging you.

You and he hadn't properly spoken since the arcade, and Jeno hadn't said a word about it to you either. Dinner had gone on normally enough, so you were unsure of where this all stood. 

“I wanted,” Sungchan began, “to talk to you about something.”

You glanced over at him and found his eyes already on you. “Sure, of course.”

He straightened, gesturing to the sandy beach beyond. “Walk with me?”

You nodded and followed him down the porch steps. Your feet met the cool grains of sand, and a sense of calm seeped into your bones from the bottom up. 

A hand outstretched in your vision, uncertain. You clasped your hand in his palm, and the pair of you began to walk. You couldn't recall whether you began to adore the feeling of your hand wrapped up in his earlier or just now. 

“So…” you trailed off. 

“So,” he picked up. “About earlier today. I wanted to, uhm, make sure we were on the same page about something.” 

He stopped you both when you were a good distance from the house, where the waves slipped along the sand louder than the snores. 

“I had a really fun time with you today,” he said. 

You nodded your head in earnest. “I had a great time with you, too.”

He smiled then, hand letting go of yours to drag over his face. “I'm—I’m happy to hear that,” he replied, and you were sure he was trying to hide his growing giddiness. 

You reached over and gently pried his hands away from his face. “Did Jeno talk to you about today? Did he say anything?” Before he could reply, you added, “Because I know he means well, but who I choose to spend my time with is my decision. If he can't handle us together, then he'll have to learn to suck it up.”

“He did say something to me about it,” Sungchan admitted, “but it was just to make sure I wasn't playing around.” With his hands locked in yours, he gave your palms a reassuring squeeze. “And Yn, I'd like to take you out sometime—properly. No playing around.”

No more toeing the line in the sand. 

Your heart rattled violently in your chest. “I'd really like that.”

His expression melted into something tender, like the dark swirls of molten chocolate in the scoop of tiramisu ice cream. His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. “Okay,” he murmured, barely audible over the soft laps of the waves, “good.”

He considered you for a moment longer, teeth digging into his bottom lip. “I also—I did intend on kissing you earlier today, and I probably should have prefaced it, but—mmmh!”

You looped your arms around his neck and pulled his mouth over to yours. He sank into your hold with a content hum, his hands slipping around your waist to tug you closer to him. You'd never really thought about what kissing Jung Sungchan would be like, but you knew that your imagination couldn't have been better than this. 

When you broke apart with your foreheads pressed against each other and sharing breathing air, you let out a small laugh. The sound coaxed a warm chuckle out of your counterpart. 

“Sorry,” you breathed against his lips, “I probably should have asked first.”

He smiled against you. “You can apologize by kissing me again.”

He most certainly didn't have to tell you twice.

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[119riize]

may i request a sungchan x femreader prompt: 9. “What took you so long? I missed you...”? if you’re comfortable with it ofc !!

IT WAS CURRENTLY PAST 10pm and you were impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back home from practice. today was a longer session which he had told you beforehand, but you literally could not go to bed without him.

so there you were, sitting on the couch staring into blank space, hoping you’d hear the door open soon. you constantly rechecked your phone, checking the time and seeing if sungchan had replied to your messages, but i guess he was too busy to even check his phone.

you sighed and shut your eyes for a bit, but you eventually fell asleep from how tired you were.

an hour later you were still asleep on the couch, and the door was heard opening slowly. sungchan saw you asleep on the couch and couldn’t help but find you cute.

“y/n, your neck will be sore tomorrow if you continue sleeping like this.” he slightly nudges you to wake you up, worrying about your position.

you groan and rub your eyes before opening them.

“come on, lets go sleep on the bed.”

only now you realized that sungchan, your boyfriend, was actually talking to you. you brought your arms out for a hug, “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I MISSED YOU…”

he smiled down at you and picked you up, “i’m sorry love, i had to stay a bit longer at practice.” he told you as he walked to your guys bedroom.

“i also saw your messages. i was too busy to check my phone.” he rested you on the bed and changed his clothes.

“it’s okay babe..” you mumble out tiredly. you made yourself comfortable after sungchan came into the bed with you. you guys immediately cuddled each other and fell asleep.

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[blue-jisungs]

charizard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"cuddles" sungchan replied, grinning.

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

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[suzayaaa]

POLAROID LOVE - 성찬

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

theme: non-idol!sungchan, angst, slice of life, boyfriend au

warnings: mentions of food, cursing

inspired by arguments with riize by @wonbnz

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“I don’t want to see you ever again”

“Then you won’t”

The words echoed in your head like a siren. You and Sungchan rarely argued, but even if you did, it was never to this extent. It reached the point where you aren’t sure you are still a couple. You haven’t talked for two weeks.

You never meant the words you said, yet you also never expected Sungchan to leave. It was all a misunderstanding caused by high emotions and a battle between your hearts and feelings of pride.

At first, it didn’t even bother you. The argument was so strong the negative feelings stayed with you for at least a couple of days, and it wasn’t until you got to spend some time alone with your thoughts that you realized you were not happy with the situation. Still, you weren’t ready to contact Sungchan and were highly disappointed he didn’t try either.

But you missed him. You missed the sound of his laughter at everything you do, the smell of his perfume in every corner of your apartment, the excited screams every time he found the opportunity to compete with you even on the most mundane tasks, the smile on his face every time you woke up because of his kisses, the adoration in his eyes every time you spoke.

All of those things were a daily thing, and you never realized how important it is to you until now.

For the past three days, you tried texting and calling him, always checking your phone just to be met with a lack of response. He didn’t even post anything on social media and wasn’t even featured on his friends’ stories. You thought maybe he’s doing it on purpose or maybe he is just busier than usual. That would explain the peace your phone was experiencing.

You tried not to give it much thought (after all, you’re mad at him), but soon, disappointment turned into guilt and worry.

You were scared. You don’t know where he is, how he is, and if he is still your boyfriend. You don’t even know if he is alive.

Love doesn’t go away when something bad happens. Love never leaves, even when you’re sick of that person, even when your heart is shattered. Despite hurting each other more than you could ever imagine, you still love him. You still care about him and you still want to be by his side.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

But you had no idea where to find him. Sungchan is a wild card. After two weeks, he could be at the other end of the world and you would never know, and he didn’t owe you any explanation. After a whole day of thinking, your brain had offered you two options, and after another day, you decided on the more pleasant one.

Standing at the door with your arms crossed, you look around again before licking your lips. You could still change your mind, go back home, and hope for the man to be a man. Your heart definitely didn’t beat as fast when you were just thinking about it—the confrontation feels scarier than you would like to admit. You shake your head, tell yourself to ‘stop this bullshit and just do it’, and knock on the door. The silence following the knock feels much quieter and those few seconds feel like eternity. Just as you’re sure your soul is about to jump out of you and run away, the door opens and your heartbeat almost stops.

“Seunghan! Hi”

Not your target, but a good start.

You smile at him as he greets you with raised eyebrows, visibly shocked to see you. “Is… um, is Sungchan here?” The quiet voices coming from the apartment raise your hopes and your eyes almost plead for a yes.

“No, he went to play soccer with the guys,” Seunghan gulps at the disappointment on your face, “but come in! They should be back soon, besides, we haven’t seen you for a while.”

You wonder if it’s a good idea to spend time with his friends when you don’t know if you should add ‘ex’ in front of ‘boyfriend’ in Sungchan’s contact name, but as the boyish scent hits your nose when Seunghan opens the door wider, you decide to think less today.

You mutter a ‘thank you’ and enter the apartment.

Before you started dating, Sungchan spent every free moment he had with the boys there. You thought they all lived here together, but when all of them answered ‘it’s complicated’ when you asked, you chose to drop the topic. Even after you became a couple, Sungchan often offered to hang out there, saying he likes how you get along with his friends. You didn’t mind either. Sungchan has very good friends and interacting with them is fun. They welcomed you warmly in their circle, even saying they are on your side now (although you saw some terrified faces when Seunghan said they would beat Sungchan up if he did something to you).

As you take your shoes off, you notice Sohee and Anton playing games in the living room. You shyly walk towards them, not sure what to do or say. You don’t hang out with them without Sungchan around, and your current situation puts you in a more than awkward place.

“Hi,” you sit on the couch and press your lips together. They were quite startled when they noticed you after they paused the game, but the soft smiles on their faces reassured you a little.

The conversation started slowly. After some stutters and seconds of silence, the four of you eventually found your pace and soon the place was filled with soft laughs and lively topics. The boys did everything to entertain you—Sohee proudly showing his vocal talent during a karaoke session, a game of Just Dance with you stealing the show, a long hour of playing Mario Kart, and, of course, a big round of teasing Anton about everything you could think of. The effort put into all of the games caused your stomachs to cry for food, almost in unison.

“I’ll get some food,” Seunghan says, putting his phone on a coffee table.

“I’ll help,” you quickly follow him to the kitchen. You don’t expect anything extraordinary to eat, as this place hasn’t seen a woman for more than two weeks (unless something in the guys’ lives finally moved, or one of the moms visited—your brain rejects the thought of the worst possible option), so you’re not surprised when Seunghan prepares leftovers and snacks. You watch him shuffle around the kitchen and you think something to drink would be a good idea, so you get the glasses and pour coke in them.

As you close the cap, you hear a front door open and your body has to live on its own now. Your brain, heart, soul, everything stops when you hear male voices talking, one standing out to you.

He is here.

You don’t know what to do. The boys successfully took your mind away from Sungchan, to the point where you forgot why you’re here in the first place. You don’t know what to say to him, how to even face him. You don’t want the boys to feel awkward, but the tension between you is as clear as a summer sky, and you haven’t even seen each other yet. You stare at the bottle in your hands and squeeze it desperately when the voices get closer. Maybe there’s a way you can escape. Maybe if you’re fast enough no one will-

“Hey”

Too late.

You slowly turn around to face him and you think you may pass out. He’s standing at the entrance to the kitchen stiffly, looking as casual as ever, but to you, he’s the most beautiful human you have ever laid your eyes on. The oversized pants and tee, hair messed up by the wind outside, the uncomfortable stance. You don’t know if it’s just love or if you’re that desperate, but everything about him makes you forget all the sad things you said to each other.

“Hi”

A simple hey. A simple hey is all that makes you want to throw yourself on him with all your strength, see his smile and hear his laugh forever until you die, tell him everything you love about him and everything you see in him, even serenade him. Sungchan makes your insides explode with love and even though you feel like you’re on a cloud, you do nothing.

You two just stare at each other from a distance of at least three meters, not moving any muscle. You notice Seunghan and the food are no longer there, instead, most of the guys are chatting quietly in the living room, some of them secretly glancing at you from time to time.

You cannot handle the tension anymore, so you take a quick breath and ask “Can we talk after you shower?”

Sungchan’s mouth parts slightly when you speak and his stare softens a little, but he quickly collects himself. “Okay, go to my room” is the only thing he says before he leaves to go to the bathroom. You give a small smile and a nod to the boys looking at you weirdly and do as Sungchan says.

You walk into the room and the first thing you do is make his bed out of habit. You realize you don’t know if it’s appropriate anymore. You cover your mouth with your hands and sit on the bed, looking around.

It feels like ages since you’ve been here. You didn’t even realize how used you are to his presence until you stopped talking—thinking of that, what are you going to tell him? You were right about coming here, but your plan only reached seeing Sungchan. You left out the most important part, and now you don’t know what to do. Again.

Your eyes catch polaroids scattered all over his desk and you instinctively get up to see them. Your hands take one and as you stare, you realize.

These are all the polaroids from your dates. All the way, from the start of your relationship until today. You look at each of them and you hate the feeling of the sting in your eyes and nose.

Your first date, your first kiss, and the ice cream you accidentally dropped during it. The first time you visited each other’s apartments. Your first trip together, a competition on who can name more animals in the zoo. The gift you got him for his birthday, a game he had talked about for months. The flowers he bought for you because you had a bad day. Your first anniversary. The cupboard you accidentally broke at your apartment. The terribly done face mask he tried to put on his face. Celebrating New Year together. Sunset watching. The moment you said the three words to each other for the first time, and the hundreds of walks that brought you two closer each time just by walking next to each other.

“That wasn’t even my fault!”

“You’re a dick”

“And you’re a bitch, but I don’t tell you that every time I see you”

“Maybe you should! Maybe you should start talking instead of giving excuses like a fucking kid!”

You rest your head on the chair. You finally let all your emotions leave you as you sob quietly. Every important moment of your relationship is right in front of you and you’re letting it get crashed down by a stupid argument. You’re letting the main source of your happiness go just because you can’t communicate. You’re letting Sungchan go when dating him is nothing but a dream to you.

You lift your head up when you feel a hand on your back. When your eyes meet his, you throw yourself at him and hug him as if he is going to disappear at any moment. Your tears stain his shirt as you mumble countless apologies into his chest, sniffing and sobbing. His arms wrap tightly around your shaking body and he strokes your head in an attempt to calm you down. You clutch his shirt in your hands and weep even more when he starts whispering, “It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry, I just… I saw these polaroids and I thought you were going to break up with me and I don’t want to break up because I love you and I was so stupid for starting all of this and I said all these things I didn’t mean and,” you stop when you run out of air.

Sungchan lifts your head up with his fingers and that’s when you notice his teary eyes. His gentle smile causes another stream of tears. He hugs you closer and gets the hair out of your face.

“I’m not breaking up with you because of one argument,” he says softly. “It’s my fault too. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I should’ve replied to your texts and calls. I’m sorry.”

You stay in each others’ arms, shaking and crying together, caressing each other, leaving little pecks and deep sighs until you both calm down. You pull out from the hug and you wipe your tears, he does the same. You stare at each other again, eyes shining from both tears and love.

Sungchan takes your hands in his and looks at you sincerely. “Let’s fix this. I love you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod. “I love you too.”

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[lunaflowers]

needy baby (sungchan x reader)

↠ pairing: sub!sungchan x domme!reader ↠ word count: 3.2k+ ↠ genre: smut, fluff, pwp, non-idol au ↠ warnings: fingering, piv, pussy eating, praise, degradation, name-calling, nicknames, mommy kink, domme/sub dynamics, sungchan cums his pants, sungchan is pathetic but he's a good boy ↠ synopsis: you've kept your boyfriend pent up and needy for way too long author's note: fell for this cutie recently and i just had to write something for him

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you had nothing to do for the first time in forever. You were watching YouTube videos in bed wearing just an oversized t-shirt and panties when your shirtless boyfriend, Sungchan, suddenly entered the room and pounced on you.

“Baby? What are you doing?” you asked with a confused laugh, stroking his hair.

His face was buried in your chest and you could hear him mumble something but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“What was that?”

He lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes. “I said ‘I want you.’” As soon as he said it, you felt his hard length against your leg.

“Oh…” you said, caught off guard. Rarely was Sungchan this forward and you didn’t know how to react for a minute. He had always been more shy and reserved, wanting you to initiate sex, and you were used to him like that.

“Come on,” he pouted, “We haven’t had sex in forever.”

“That’s not true…” you said, but you trailed off. You thought back to the last time you and Sungchan had been intimate. It was during a trip to Jeju Island that the two of you had been on. It had been a great trip, it was so rare that the two of you were able to get away together. Both of you had your commitments with school and work that there wasn’t much time. That trip had been… six weeks ago?

Jesus, you didn’t think it had been that long. You’d just been so tired lately, having to balance all the different aspects of your life. If you weren’t working or going to school or studying or at your internship, you were usually asleep.

“I didn’t want to say anything before ‘cause you’re always busy but you’re just watching music videos right now, right? So you have time?” he said this as he was slowly rutting against your thigh.

As it happened, you did have time. And you realised you were horny.

“Stop,” you said, and he stilled, looking at you with his large Bambi eyes.

“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll just go–,” he began, starting to get up and looking completely disheartened.

“Be quiet,” you cut him off. “Get off the bed and on your knees.”

You could see him practically buzzing with excitement as he did what he was told. You sat up over the side of the bed now, Sungchan looking up at you. The erection in his sweatpants was evident. You stuck your foot out and brushed it ever so gently with your toes and Sungchan gasped. 

“Aw, baby,” you said, a little mockingly, “I’m sorry I’ve been a little neglectful lately.”

This was a relatively new thing for both you and Sungchan, this domme/sub dynamic. The two of you had had a few drinks one night and started talking about things you wanted to explore together sexually. When Sungchan shyly brought up the idea of being a sub, his cheeks flushed, you were intrigued. You’d never dommed anyone before but it was definitely something you were up for.

“It’s okay, mommy,” Sungchan said, pushing his hips forwards a little. He loved calling you mommy. The first time he said it, it had slipped out in the throes of passion and he’d looked terribly embarrassed but you’d loved it. Now it was a staple of your sex life.

“But that doesn’t make it okay for you to be such a desperate slut,” you said, pulling your foot away. Sungchan looked simultaneously excited and crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he said, looking a little pathetic on his knees with his eager cock poking through his grey sweats, but pathetic looked good on him. It was sexy. “I didn’t mean to be a desperate slut. I just need you so bad sometimes…”

“I know, baby. Of course you didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension. This was a turn on for the both of you. “So tell me what you want to do to me.”

Sungchan’s eyes lit up. “I want to fuck you! Make you cum!”

“Hmm,” you said, your brow slightly furrowed. “Were you really thinking about making mommy cum? Or were you being a selfish baby and only thinking about getting yourself off? I mean, you were practically humping my thigh. That’s not where my clit is,” you said, pointedly.

Sungchan let out a pained moan and you felt it straight in your core. You knew your pussy was dripping already.

“I do want to make you cum, I just need to cum so bad too! I haven’t in so long… I haven’t even jerked off!” he said, wide-eyed, and it almost made you lose your domme resolve and melt on the spot.

“Really? You’ve been saving all your cum for mommy? Six weeks worth? Well, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. You wanna taste?”

“Yes, mommy, please let me taste you.”

“Okay, baby,” you said. You pulled your panties down your legs and let them drop onto the floor. Then you spread your legs so that Sungchan was eye level with your cunt. You saw his eyes narrow in on it, and he leaned forward with his tongue out and ready.

“No,” you said, snapping your legs closed. “Not like that.”

Sungchan looked taken aback but said nothing, choosing to pout cutely instead. 

You spread your legs open again, this time taking two fingers and rubbing them along your wetness. You saw your boyfriend shift his hips eagerly, keeping his eyes trained on what your fingers were doing. Once they were nice and coated, you stuck them out in front of his face.

“Lick.”

Sungchan eagerly devoured your fingers, closing his eyes as he did so to relish the taste. He moaned with your digits in his mouth and then stopped abruptly, pulling his mouth off of them and looking down and then back up at you.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes full of remorse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, before you looked down and saw it. The wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Did you just cum in your pants?” you asked with astonishment. Sungchan had never done that before.

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know how it happened,” he said, his face filling with shame. “You just tasted so good and I…” he let out a whine. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you said. You actually felt bad. You didn’t realise just how pent up he was and honestly, the fact that he cummed his pants was kind of really fucking hot. “Come here. Get up on the bed with me.” You didn’t want to go too far if he was feeling genuinely humiliated.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, “You can keep going. I want this.” 

“You’re sure?”

“I am. I’m so pathetic cumming in my pants like that,” he bit his lip.

You saw the look in Sungchan’s eyes. He was enjoying the degradation. It only served to turn you on even more how much he was enjoying it. You leaned down and gave him a comforting peck on the lips before straightening up again.

“You’re right. What kind of pathetic man cums his pants just from licking mommy’s fingers?”

“I’m sorry!” he said, shuffling forward on his knees and placing his head in your lap, letting out another embarrassed whine.

You took his hair between your fingers and grabbed it tightly. You pulled it gently, forcing him to look up at you. “You’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, I’ll do anything.”

“Good boy. How about this? You have to make me cum three times before you can cum again. What do you think about that?”

Sungchan looked up at you, slightly alarmed.

“Three times?”

“If you fail, it’ll be six more weeks without cumming,” you said and you saw his eyes widen.

“Are you serious? Six more weeks without sex?”

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t have sex. I said you wouldn’t get to cum.”

You saw his mouth fall open in shock and it thrilled you. “But–”

“Don’t argue with me,” you said, your voice harsh. “You wasted mommy’s load in your pants and now you have to face the consequences.”

Sungchan pouted huffily but didn’t say anything.

“Since I’m feeling soft, I’ll let you choose. How did you want to make mommy cum first?”

Your boyfriend looked thoughtful for a second before asking, “Can I finger you?” You could tell he figured it was the safest option. He’d just cum from tasting you and he wasn’t about to stick his cock in you just yet.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” you said, moving back and laying down on the bed. “Come up here and show me what you got. But take off your dirty sweatpants first.”

Sungchan stood up and pulled off his sweats, revealing his cock that was already half hard again. He got on the bed and sat between your spread legs, eyeing your core and looking eager.

“Can I touch your pretty pussy, mommy?”

“Such good manners. Yes, baby.”

Sungchan reached down and gently began to play with your clit, watching your face as he did so. He liked watching you react in pleasure to things he was doing to you. He loved pleasing you. His lithe fingers expertly worked between your legs as you let out a moan. God, you hadn’t been touched in so long, you forgot how good it felt, how good Sungchan was at this.

Taking your moan as encouragement, Sungchan pushed two fingers into your cunt and you squeezed around them. “You’re so wet, mommy. My fingers slid right in.”

“It’s because you make mommy wet,” you said, already grinding against his palm. 

Sungchan blushed and applied more pressure to your clit causing you to arch your back a little. He pumped his fingers inside you skillfully while continuing to work your sweet spot, slower then faster. You realised in that moment that it wasn’t only Sungchan who was pent up. You also hadn’t cum in six weeks and your orgasm was approaching far faster than you’d intended.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum soon,” you breathed and your boyfriend moved faster, coaxing it out of you. It crashed over you in one strong wave and you came with a small shriek. Sungchan grinned, evidently proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

“Did I do good?” he asked, sweetly. He was obviously fishing for praise and you were happy to give it to him.

“You did so good, baby. You made mommy feel so good.”

He beamed and leaned down, kissing you on the lips. “I’m gonna use my tongue this time.”

You were surprised. “Are you sure you can handle that?”

He nodded, “I can. Please? You always taste so much sweeter after you cum.” Now it was your turn to blush. The fact that your boyfriend was so attentive to your body that he knew the differences in the way your pussy tasted made you feel simultaneously flattered and self-conscious.

“Go for it, baby,” you replied. Sungchan moved between your legs, laying on his belly with his face near your cunt. He grabbed you around the thighs for purchase and slowly began licking your wetness, lapping it up. It reminded you of a kitten. You squirmed a bit, feeling a little over stimulated from the orgasm you just had.

“God… You’re such a pretty little kitty. Maybe I should start calling you that, hmm? Would you like to be my kitty?”

Sungchan paused his licking, “I’ll be your anything,” he said, pressing his tongue to your clit harder this time.

You squirmed again and moaned, “That’s a good kitty.”

You felt Sungchan grin against your pussy. “Thank you, mommy,” he said as he dove back in, this time pushing his nose into your clit and tonguing your entrance. You gasped at the feeling and let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, kitty, just like that,” you breathed, writhing against his face.

Sungchan pushed his face into your cunt. He kissed and licked and sucked on your clit all the while asking for praises. He was eating you out with such enthusiasm that you wondered if you did taste as sweet as he claimed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and you looked down at him. You saw him slowly grinding his pelvis into the mattress as he was eating you out and you smiled.

“Be careful humping the mattress like that, kitty,” you said, before throwing your head back down onto the pillow. “You know our deal.”

Sungchan whined a little but stilled his movements as difficult as it was for him to do so. He didn’t want to cum again so soon, especially if he wasn’t inside you and he definitely didn’t want to be punished with no cumming for another six weeks.

He continued to eat you out eagerly, sucking up your arousal like it was the sweetest nectar. You were whimpering now, pushing your cunt against his face.

“Fuck… Kitty…” you said, your legs shaking now and Sungchan, noticing this, redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers into your pussy as he continued to use his mouth on your clit. Before you knew it, you could feel another orgasm wracking your body, this one stronger than the last one. You came shouting his name and his chest puffed in pride seeing how he was able to make you fall apart like that.

You laid there, giving yourself a minute to recover from the orgasm you just had when you looked at Sungchan. His mouth was glossy with your arousal and he looked slightly pink cheeked. He was sitting up now and you could see his rock hard cock leaking precum.

“Kitty, you’re going to fuck me now,” you said, with as much authority as you could muster while feeling slightly worn out from your two orgasms.

Your boyfriend looked at you wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “But… I’ll cum. Can’t I eat you out again instead? Or use a toy on you?”

“That’s not my problem,” you said and you saw your boyfriend pout again, looking worried. He looked so cute that you almost wanted to relent and let him do whatever he wanted. Almost.

“What are you waiting for? Mommy wants your cock. I can get on top if you–”

“No!” Sungchan cut you off. “I’ll be on top.”

You smirked, knowing that Sungchan wouldn’t last five seconds with you on top, controlling the pace. He obviously knew this too.

Sungchan moved up on top of you, getting his cock between your legs. He looked into your eyes and smiled a little before kissing you on the mouth.

“You’re the sweetest kitty,” you said, caressing his cheek a little. Sungchan kissed you one more time before grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. Just the feeling of it there was enough to make you moan again.

He closed his eyes and began pushing it in slowly, inch by agonising inch. You could tell he was holding his breath and trying to think of anything else so that he wouldn’t cum before you. When he was fully inside you, he opened his eyes, looking into yours.

“I– I don’t think I’m gonna last long… You feel too good,” he whined, his brow furrowed in worry.

“It’s okay,” you cooed with condescension, “You just have to make me cum first.”

He let out another whine and you smirked. God, he was so fucking cute. You did a kegel on his cock and he practically sputtered.

“Please! Please don’t do that,” he said, looking pained.

“Kitty, you need to move. You’re not going to make me cum by just staying like that.”

He nodded as he began moving inside you slowly. He tucked into the crook of your neck as he did so, trying to block everything out in order to not cum.

“Mommy missed your cock so much, kitty,” you said lasciviously. You moaned in his ear. “How does mommy’s pussy feel?”

“It feels good…” he practically whispered.

You decided to have a little more fun. You grabbed his hand and moved it so that it was on your breast. You then put your hand on top of his hand and made him squeeze. “When you squeeze my tits, it makes me so fucking wet.”

He grunted a little in response. He was still moving so slowly inside of you.

“Look at me, kitty,” you said, and Sungchan obeyed, albeit hesitantly. He took his face out of the crook of your neck and looked down at you. You saw that he had tears in his eyes from trying to hold back cumming.

Something about this turned you on immensely, just how eager he was to please, to obey, to be a good boy for you. He whimpered and it made you gush.

“Faster, kitty. I need it faster.”

His expression still pained, he began to move faster. 

“It feels too good,” he said, tears falling from his eyes now. “Please… I’m gonna cum. Let me cum!”

“No,” you said firmly. “Not until you make me cum again.”

Sungchan let out a little sob, his nose turning pink in the process. He reached down and began rubbing your clit haphazardly as he fucked you, hoping against hope that he’d be able to make you orgasm soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

The sight of him teary eyed, so desperately trying to please you was enough to send more waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re such a good kitty,” you murmured, “pathetically trying to please mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he let out another sob. “I can’t hold back anymore.” You could tell he was going to cum by the way he sped up his thrusts, squeezing your ass tightly with his hand and fucking you sloppily. 

His desperate thrusts brought you closer to your peak. Before either of you knew it, the two of you were cumming together, his sticky seed filling you up as you arched your back and clenched around his cock. It was the strongest orgasm you’d had yet, coming in multiple waves. He let out one last sob and collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I tried the best I could but I just couldn’t stop myself. Did I cum first?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cooed comfortingly. You rubbed his back in circles the way he liked as he moved so that he was now laying down beside you. “You did so good. Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Am I gonna be punished?”

You giggled a little at the concern evident in his voice. “No. You did give me three orgasms. It’s okay that we tied on the last one. I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” Sungchan said, looking elated.

“Mm-hmm,” you said, kissing him on the face. “Also, I just want to say sorry for being so neglectful lately. Between work and school and everything else, I think I began to take our relationship for granted.”

Your boyfriend smiled. “It’s okay, YN. I know how much you’ve got going on. I never wanted to pressure you or anything but I just really needed you today.”

“I didn’t feel pressured. And I wouldn’t want you so down bad that you cum your pants again.”

“Hey!” Sungchan exclaimed in slight embarrassment. He gave you a playful bite on your shoulder that made you squeal. “We’re not going to mention that!”

“Fine,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips. “Whatever my kitty wants, my kitty gets.”

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[chlorinecake]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[seoktized]

one thing that has been stuck in my mind for a whole week is threesome with sungchan and seunghan 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 idk ive been imagining seunghan eating you out and sungchan covers your mouth with one hand and play with your boobs with his other hand 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 im going insane

a/n: ALDKDKDNDKS SMASHH also i’m sorry this turned out so long omg i got Carried away

warnings: fingering, oral (f + m. receiving), squirting

but no i see sungchan making you suck on his long fingers bc you’re moaning so loud. but it’s not ur fault!! seunghan was eating your pussy so good how could you NOT moan!!

explicit content under the cut <3

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seunghan started to finger you as he licked at your clit. his actions caused a muffled, but still loud moan to escape your mouth. sungchan watched as you your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how you arched your back.

the hand over your mouth seemed to be doing nothing so he decided to place two of his fingers in your mouth. wordlessly telling you to suck on them.

seeing you sucking on his fingers made sungchan even harder almost to the point where it was painful. he moved you ever so slightly so he could slide from behind you.

you were now face level with his cock, you watched as he slid his sweats down to his ankles. you went wide eyed at the size of his bulge, looking up at him then back down.

sungchan palmed himself over his underwear before pulling them down. his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. he was huge.

you obviously knew he wanted him to suck you off, but you decided to act oblivious so he could tell you what he wanted.

“baby you know what i want.. did seunghan turn you dumb from just eating your pussy?” he said while one of his fingers traced your jawline.

his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping slowly. he tapped his dick against your lips as a way of telling you to open up. you complied and he pushed his cock into your mouth.

as you allowed him to fuck your mouth, sungchan groaned as he watched you lips stretch over his girth. seunghan was still lapping at your folds watching as sungchan held your head, thrusting at a steady pace.

you felt full as seunghan now had three fingers inside your pussy, still kissing and sucking on your clit. you looked up at sungchan— his eyes flickering back and forth to your mouth and your pussy—his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was agape.

between seunghan fucking your pussy so well with his fingers and sungchan using your mouth, your orgasm approached quickly.

this one though felt different, the buildup of your release felt more intense. you closed your eyes tightly as your high washed over you. seunghan’s fingers slowed down as you came down from your high. as you opened you eyes you saw sungchan staring wide eyed at your lower area.

“fuck baby, was i that good?” seunghan chuckled.

confused, you released sungchan from your mouth and looked down to see that you had squirted.

“that was so hot.. but can you finish me off?” sungchan asked, pointing to his cock.

you nodded, still feeling a little woozy from your release. taking sungchan back into your mouth you sucked harder, trying to get him to finish quickly. sungchan’s hand found place in your hair, gripping it roughly.

it didn’t take long for him to finish, his cum coating the inside of your mouth. you let him drop from your mouth, looking up as you swallowed his cum.

sungchan watched with a smile, “such a good girl for me.” his hand went up to rub your cheek.

“me next?” seunghan said with a smile.

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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’s 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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[euseokz]

@ sungchan — you should know by now baby, your pleasure is my pleasure #communism ! cws : oral (f) . overstimulation . teasing . dacryphilia . fingering . squirting . wc : 0.5k+ . genre : smut

PUSSY DRUNK! SUNGCHAN who, if you let him, will stay between your legs for hours on end.

he’ll lap at your heat like a starved pup, so eager to please you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, not stopping even when his jaw starts to ache and his tongue goes numb — not even when your cunt goes numb from the constant stimulation.

he just loves it so much: how your slick tastes, how your clit starts twitching when you just came, how your body spasms from the overstimulation. he enjoys almost playing with you, teasing and teasing, leaving you frustrated and desperate for your release, just to then overwhelm you with it, not stopping until you're crying from how good it feels, your cheeks stained with salty tears being one of his favorite views.

sungchan would lay you down on his bed, big frame hovering over yours for a quick second before he starts lowering himself, finding his place between your spread legs, throwing them over his back and lacing his arms around your upper thighs, locking you in place, unable to move away from him. he’d start by kissing your inner thighs, his touch so gentle it wouldn’t occur to anyone just what he was about to throw you into.

he’d almost make out with your pussy, pecking your folds faintly, applying just enough pressure to make you whine for him, already begging for more — and obviously, he would obey you, because how could he not. sungchan would suck on your clit so eagerly, pushing two long fingers into your hole just to feel you clench around them, each small thrust he did with them moving you closer to the edge, your moans growing in volume and your hands flying to his head and pulling him towards you desperately. he’d change paces, going fast, then slow, then fast again and continuing with that rhythm until you couldn’t take it anymore, your legs beginning to shake and your walls clamping down around his fingers as you finally came, your arousal gushing out of you straight against sungchan’s face, just how he liked, you squirting instead of being a sign for him to give you a quick break only serving as motivation for him to keep going, only growing more thirsty for you.

sungchan would make you cum enough times on his mouth and fingers for you to lose count, your brain getting too foggy for you to still be able to keep track by the end of it. when he was done though, you would be a complete mess. your expression would be all flustered, your eyes glossed as tears watered them, your mouth agape and your breaths coming out in a ragged manner. you would be absolutely drained, barely able to even lift a finger, and sungchan knew it, so as carefully as he could he would hold you, whispering in your ear sweet praises about how good you were for him, how proud he was of you, just to then slowly push his cock into you, thrusting into you slowly, as gently as possible, continuously reminding you of how much he loved you until you were finally reaching your final orgasm, this time snuggly wrapped around him.

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[hannie-dul-set]

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

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

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

the storm’s name is jung sungchan.

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

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

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

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

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

“invi...invited...”

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

and that person is you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the answer is none of the above.

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

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

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

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

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[sminiac]

I think that since there tends to be this preconceived notion that men of a taller, bigger stature are more dominant leaning (and a lot of the time I completely agree) but I can’t help but think about Sub!Sungchan, and how he wouldn’t necessarily be the eager to please, overly whiny kind of submissive, but more of a soft, dimmed version of himself, just wants to be taken care of- to have the ability to sit back and allow himself to be taken care of, yk?

Like very intimate, emotional sex where he’s just completely and utterly yours for the time being, allows you to do whatever you please because he knows that he’s safe, that he’s in good hands, that you’ll make him feel good, so, so good.

Sweet thing, can’t help but love the overstimulation you drive him to, his long fingers squeezing at your arms, taut moans in your ears as he digs the heels of his feet into the bed, forcing himself to take it, because he knows what comes after this, and it’ll feel better than he could ever imagine, better than he could ever force himself through with the effort of only his own hand when you’re unable to see him.

Mewling out breathy pleas as big tears ball into the outer corner of his pretty eyes, lashes clumping as they slip down past his temples, his head thrown back, but when it’s not then he’s angling himself as best as he can to see the way your fist runs slick in up and down motions over his cock, the tip a pretty shade of red, poking out from behind your fingers, drives him crazy.

Once you’re satisfied the poor thing is absolutely spent, his chest heaving, arm thrown over his eyes, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t take more, cue the very sweet, soft sex part that consists of even more tears. His lips blown into a swollen pink mess, so pretty with the moisture he licks into them, a mix of his tears introduced when you thumb softly at his face, whispering the most meaningful praises his ears would ever hear.

So pretty under you, can’t take his eyes off of your face even through his cloudy vision, the way you gently work yourself on his cock, how untethered he feels from the outside world, because when he’s got you, it’s as good as gone. “Love you- I love you s’much.” He’d try to say through a mouth that’s thick with saliva, his register heightened, slack with emotion, the muscles in his face contracting in a weak attempt to refrain from letting a sob wrack his chest.

Just wants you to call him pretty while you hold his face, swiping away the steady stream of tears, fucking him into an untouchable amount bliss.

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[119riize]

sweet repayment - j. sungchan

PAIRING .・゜゜・ tutor! sungchan x fem! reader

GENRE .・゜゜・ fluff, drabble

IT’S BEEN A FEW weeks since sungchan had started tutoring you. you were quite enjoying the way he taught you stuff, since it actually helped with your grades and understanding. and he wasn’t strict either, he was more on the nice side and understood you as a person as well. even though he was a tutor your parents had hired, you felt a connection between you and him, and just hoped he felt that too. sometimes you would catch yourself just staring at him, completely unaware of what he was teaching you at those times. and that’s just what happened today, but this time; he caught you.

“y/n? are you okay?” he asked and you immediately snapped back into reality. you were slightly embarrassed as you realized you were staring at your tutor for who knows how long. “were you zoning out just now?” sungchan asked, and you shook your head, making the other tilt his head. “no, i was listening.” sungchan gave you a look that really just said, ‘were you really?’ and he couldn’t help but let out a small smile.

“alright then, what was i just talking about, hm?” he looked at you, waiting for an answer; but it was obvious you weren’t listening to him, which made you fall silent and at loss of words. all sungchan did was sigh, “you shouldn’t lie to me. you have to repay me y/n.” you looked at sungchan like he was crazy, what did he mean by ‘repay’? after all, it’s your mother who pays him for the tutoring sessions! you’re a broke high school student with no job and no money, so how could you possibly repay him?

“i can’t repay you, i’m broke.” you say as you looked away from your tutor. sungchan scooted closer to you and you got more nervous, your cheeks heating up and turning a bright pink, which the other noticed right away and smiled.

“YOU CAN REPAY ME WITH A KISS.” he said, and you gasped in shocked as you looked at him. he pulled you closer, “what’s the matter? i see you admiring me darling.” at this point you couldn’t help but be embarrassed, which only made sungchan think you were even cuter than before.

he pushed back a little of your hair behind your ear and gently grabbed your chin as he leaned in close and placed a soft kiss on your lips. your eyes widened but you immediately immersed yourself in the kiss as he grabbed you by the waist.

let’s just say your mother doesn’t need to pay for you anymore.

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[hanni-bae44]

title: player #10

pairing- sungchan x fem!reader

genre- implied university au, soccer themed, fluff

word count- 1.5k

a/n- just a short fic where y/n and sungchan are both soccer players and fate brings them together :)

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You took soccer seriously.

After having lost the last game, you were more competitive now than ever. The game was getting close to an end and your legs were killing you but you didn’t waver, not once losing focus. It seemed like hours of relentless running and having your eyes on the ball before the scores turned in your favor. With a bit of shoulder, you managed to get to the ball, and sent it straight into the net and past the amateur goalkeeper.

You soaked in the glory before glancing back at your friends in the bleachers. Just their presence alone gave you the energy to keep going. Although you were tired, it didn’t show. You were still riding the high of the win as you huddled with your teammates to cheer.

After taking out your mouthguard, you ran towards your friends in excitement. As you neared them, you found yourself losing balance. Your cleats never liked the bumpy gravel and they definitely didn’t like them today. You thought you were gonna hit the ground when someone caught you with both arms.

“Sorry, it’s just hard to walk in cleats,” you gave the stranger an apologetic smile. You froze for a second when you met his eyes. He was cute. So damn cute. And here you were a sweaty mess. 

“And yet you ran in cleats,” the stranger joked, “player number 10 should be more careful.”

You looked down at your jersey, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks. Surely player number 10 should’ve been more careful indeed.

Your friends then waved to you, calling out your name. They congratulated you and gave you a high five before introducing you to the stranger. “I see you’ve met Sungchan,” Wonbin smiled. 

“Yeah, I have.” You looked back at Sungchan and gave him a smile. “Are you guys friends?”

Turns out, they were.

You conversed with your friends for a bit on the track before deciding to go to a pizza place to celebrate. For some reason, Sungchan sat next to you. It started off a bit awkward since you weren't good with strangers but then it got more comfortable when your friends started to share embarrassing stories of Sungchan. While waiting for the food, Sungchan and you got lost in your own conversation. “So how long have you played soccer?” he began. 

His question took you by surprise. It wasn’t a loaded question by any means but when the boy asking you was cute, you felt immense pressure to say the right thing and not stutter.

Nervous, you rambled. Then, you asked him the same thing. And turns out, Sungchan was a soccer player too, but at a rival school. He played midfielder and it made you more drawn to him. You wondered why you’ve never seen his face before today, especially since he seemed so close with your friends. It made you curious about him.

As he told you more about himself, you realized that soccer practically ran in his bloodline. His whole family loved soccer, and as he told you more about his life, you began to realize that you and him had more in common than you thought. He was nothing like the boys you knew at your school. He was different. Like a breath of fresh air.

Before parting ways with him that night, he made sure to give you his number. He could’ve simply just entered his number into your phone, but no. He wanted to be extra and write his number on the back of your hand. Your friends teased you about this after Sungchan left but you didn’t think much of it.

In fact, you didn’t think much of Sungchan’s friendly actions that night for the rest of the week. It wasn’t until Wonbin suggested that you text Sungchan that you did. What started off as a simple “hey” turned into much more. Your days soon began to fill with Sungchan and he’d become the first person you thought of you when you woke up. It was just a friendship but as his texts turned into late night FaceTime calls, you began to realize how hard you were falling. Feelings had emerged and it was treading dangerously as it blurred the line of friends.

Despite the fact that your whole friendship with him began with soccer, he has never once asked you to attend his games. By the time he had asked, you were already deep into your thoughts. Were you two just friends? Was he just being nice? Or did he like you too?

Regardless of how you felt, you didn’t show it.

The night before the game, he called you on FaceTime and expressed his concerns for the upcoming game. He seemed apprehensive and while you tried to assure him that he'd do great, he still didn't seem so sure. You could tell in his eyes that something else was worrying him but you didn't press on it.

"How about this?," you began. "If you win tomorrow, I'll treat you to whatever you want."

Sungchan smiled at that. "And if I lose?"

"You won't." You were confident.

The next day, you came to his game alone since the rest of your friends were busy. Your eyes were glued on Sungchan from the moment you sat down on the bleachers. You didn’t think he could look even more breathtaking as he did when he was on the field. While he ran, you focused on his skill since it was your first time watching him play. As a result, it took you a while to realize his jersey number, but when you did, your hand flew to your mouth.

His jersey number was number 10 too.

You made a mental note to ask Sungchan about it later then focused back on the game. He was a pro, having sent the ball straight into the net multiple times, scoring each time he kicked. He was relentless and had good tactic. Any good player could look at his agility and the way he carried the ball across the field, and could tell that he knew what he was doing, and he was damn good at it. All those years of practice was evident in the way he carried the team.

During the game, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was mesmerizing and even more so when he scored the winning shot. 

After the cheers died down and everyone started to leave, you came down to meet Sungchan and greeted him with a huge smile. “See I knew you’d win the game! Also why didn’t you tell me your jersey number was number 10 too? I could’ve worn mine and we could’ve been matching,” you joked, nudging his arm.

“Truthfully? I wanted to see if you’d notice,” he smiled at you. “That's fate don’t you think? That we’re both number 10?”

“I suppose so,” you smiled back at him. Even though he was sweaty and out of breath, he was still so attractive.

He then rubbed at his nape, seemingly nervous all of a sudden. “So I was just thinking since I won the game and all. Instead of you treating me, how about I take you out instead? And if you're free tomorrow maybe we could go on a date too?"

The world fell silent as his words replayed in your head. Did you even hear him right? He had been so shy up until now, that you weren’t even sure if you were daydreaming or not. Despite being taken aback, a smile creeped at the corner of your lips when you finally spoke up. “I'd like that.”

You didn’t miss how his eyes lit up. Written on his face was admiration and the one confirmation you needed to know that he liked you too.

“Where should we eat now then? I’m starving.” Sungchan didn’t look much at you afterwards, and rambled about food as you both walked to his car.

Despite his confidence from asking you out on a date earlier, you could sense that he was still nervous. Tense too. You could feel it in the air when it got a little too quiet. And especially when his hands would brush against yours. You could tell he was holding back when he didn’t take the initiative to hold your hand and so when the air was silent and he least expected it, you locked your fingers with his, taking him by surprise.

He didn’t say anything nor look at you but based off how red the tips of his ears were, you could tell he was flustered. Sungchan was so shy sometimes that it made him even more adorable. You wondered how tomorrow's date would go as you walked alongside him.

His bangs no longer stuck to his forehead and his skin was now glowing from the post sweat. He was breathtaking and the moonlight only did him justice as it illuminated the slope of his nose, his rosy cheeks, and his long eyelashes. You didn’t even realize how long you were staring at him until he licked his lips and cleared his throat, turning to face you.

“So,” he began softly. His voice was barely above a whisper yet it pierced through the silence. “Hotpot?”

“Sounds great,” you smiled. He was truly so cute.

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