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[nugwon]

being manhandled by bsf sunghoon😫

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one moment it’s teasing him, poking the bear. even when he showed obvious signs of being annoyed a little. next thing you know, your against the wall, with his chest flushed against yours. his eyes dark, and his lips on centimeters apart from yours. “you wanna say that again?” he spoke deeply, maybe joking about how your best friend couldn’t take you down even if he tried to did kinda get under his skin.

he’s done it so many other times, what makes it different now? “you’ve been driving me crazy all week, it’s time i shut you the fuck up, right?” as much as your face showed a bit or nervousness, you loved this. getting him all worked up because you knew what came after it. it was dangerous—his hands sliding past the hem of your pants, passing your panties and instantly you’d spread your legs.

his nose brushed against your jaw as he kissed and bit your neck, he was rough and you loved it. “keep running your fucking mouth.” he tugged your pants down with his free hand, resting your leg on his thigh. his fingers sliding into you with nothing but ease—you wanted this. already wet and ready for him. the heat pooling in your stomach as you heard, the gushing sounds of his fingers scissoring there way in and out of you.

only noises that you were about to let out were the moans that escaped your mouth. sunghoon free hand grabbed you chin, making you look him dead in the eyes. “you don’t think i can take you down hm? let me show why we don’t get paid for thinking, y/n.”

[jaeyunverse]

the fake dating pact

pairing(s): park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre(s): fluff, suggestive, fake dating, enemies to lovers, rich kid au, cruise au

wc: 1.6k

warning(s): profanity, making out, implications to sex (no smut)

inspired by: dil dhadakne do

summary: in which ridiculous circumstances lead to a fake dating contract pact being struck between park sunghoon and you.

note: i’m ngl i thought i’d reposted this fic but i’m not able to find it so here we go LOL the sunghoon brainrot’s been hitting real hard lately

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There was a slight chance Sunghoon and you had crossed the boundaries you’d set when you first drew up your fake dating contract.

Okay, agreement would be a more accurate word choice since the document wasn’t legally binding, but the two of you took its contents very seriously. Together, you’d come up with a few mutually acceptable ground rules:

no kissing unless absolutely necessary

non-sexual acts of intimacy are acceptable in order to maintain the facade

keep arguments to a minimum no matter how insufferable the other person is being

no bed-sharing under any circumstances

no falling for park sunghoon even though he is the epitome of sexiness

The last condition was total bullshit, but you didn’t have it in you to make him get rid of it. Your mom had already done an excellent job at pissing you off; the last thing you wanted to do was get into it with Sunghoon.

One may wonder what caused the two of you to make this pact. Simply put, both your families desperately wanted to set you up with people you had no interest in dating.

(Not that you wanted to seek a romantic relationship with Sunghoon either, but we’ll get into that later.)

Lee Saerom had organised a cruise across the Mediterranean Sea on the occasion of her parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. Normally, your family wouldn’t have come within 10 feet of the Park family, but you were both good friends of the Lees and neither of you wanted to give the other the satisfaction of avoiding the trip.

Now that all the powerful and influential families of Seoul were gathered in the same place for a celebration spanning over a few weeks, your parents thought it would be a good idea to find you an ideal suitor who would help their company expand.

Word spread that you were seeing Lee Heeseung, the younger son of the Lees and heir apparent to their empire. The rumour was entirely false, but you had to admit it was a genius move on your parents’ part. Not only did it become harder for Heeseung and you to deny the allegations, but it made the Lees consider a future with your family’s business.

As if you weren’t in a shitload of mess already, the entire thing had somehow turned into a competition with the Parks beginning their own efforts to set Sunghoon up with Ning Yizhou.

The minor problem was that Heeseung and Yizhou were in love with each other, and neither of them had the courage to tell everyone the truth. They were both too afraid of disappointing their parents and bringing disgrace to their families.

You supposed it was a good thing Sunghoon and you had no such qualms. So, before things could escalate any further, the four of you got together and decided to put an end to this idiocy.

On the third night of the cruise, Sunghoon and you announced your relationship. Holding his hand and giving him lovey-dovey eyes felt ridiculous, but you would rather stomach fake dating him than see a wedge form between Heeseung and Yizhou.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked.

Yizhou even pretended to faint while Heeseung started sobbing hysterically. You couldn’t believe he actually pulled out a tear stick and applied it to the underside of his eyes when no one was looking. You wondered if he’d purchased it for this specific reason when you’d explored Turkey earlier that day.

Overall, it was a pretty convincing act.

The Lees and Nings were furious, but you weren’t particularly worried. In fact, you didn’t even care. Your parents had it coming their way the moment they dragged you into their scheming and plotting.

It took a few days for everyone to calm down and for the festivities to resume, but things pretty much went back to normal. Sunghoon and you both got tongue-lashings from your families, but they didn’t make you two break up.

Your reputations were already in the gutter; forcing you to end your relationship after all that had conspired would have been the cherry on top of your disaster of a cake.

The pre-decided course of action was to fake date Sunghoon till the cruise ended. Once you returned to your daily lives and enough time had passed, you would cook up a reason to break up.

It didn’t take long for your original plan to go to shit. As it turned out, spending a week pretending to love the bane of your existence had proved to be quite the opportunity to really get to know him.

Ever since you were a kid, you’d heard your parents say a lot of terrible things about the Parks. You’d been instructed to stay far away from Sunghoon. An impressionable and susceptible child such as yourself had obeyed every order they gave you.

You’d literally been hard-wired to despise and assume the worst of Sunghoon.

The wall of hatred you’d built between the two of you began coming down brick by brick once you learnt the kind of man he was. He was honourable and good and down-to-earth.

Of course, he was a dickhead to you for the same reason you were a bitch to him, but the asshole side of him was more endearing than annoying now.

His snarky replies no longer seemed to bite, and there was always an underlying film of adoration accompanying them.

Perhaps, he’d grown to care for you just as you had for him.

You certainly hoped that was the case, since regularly making out with someone who couldn’t be bothered with you wasn’t exactly your dream.

To this day, you had no idea how you’d ended up grabbing the collar of his shirt and crashing your mouth against his.

Maybe it was because he kept reminding you that you’d lost a bet to him and you wanted to shut him up, or maybe it was because he hadn’t bothered to button up his shirt and his abs were on full display, the ocean wind ruffling his messy hair.

Nonetheless, something seemed to snap in him when you made the move. He responded to your kiss immediately and pinned you against a wall. Thankfully, it was almost midnight and there was no one to witness your less than decent makeout session on the deck.

The next ten minutes consisted of his hands travelling under your loose shirt, fingers grazing the cold skin of your abdomen. Soon, your shirt was discarded, and your legs were wrapped around his waist.

Sunghoon hadn’t bothered stopping even when you ran out of breath. Instead, he’d taken the opportunity to leave bruises on your jaw and neck. The warm feeling of his tongue soothing the spots where he’d nipped at your skin with his teeth had caused you to experience a burning need for desire that went further than the second base.

The amount of reaction he’d gotten out of you was embarrassing. Never had you been unraveled by anyone so effortlessly. He had to muffle the whimpers that slipped past your lips as a result of his ministrations.

If it weren’t for the fact that you were making out in the open and were at the risk of being walked in on, things would have escalated. By the time you parted, Sunghoon’s lips were swollen, his face was flushed and he was breathing hard.

His eyes were hooded and dark, and he was gazing at you with an intensity that made you shiver.

Taking that as your cue to leave, you pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek, fetched your shirt from the ground and hurried away.

You didn’t even know why you thought things would go back to normal the next day.

One look at him, and your legs turned to jelly. You happily obliged when he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and whisked you away from everyone else.

Soon enough, you’d breached almost all the conditions in your fake dating pact.

You spent most of your nights together—be it hooking up, lying in the comfort of each other’s arms or just talking till slumber claimed you. Never in your life had you imagined being at ease around Sunghoon.

Everything else faded away when you were with him. He made you feel yourself. He made you feel whole.

“Hey,” you murmured while you were both swimming in the pool one night, the stars shining brightly in the sky. His eyes were closed and his neck was tilted up, the back of his head resting on the decking behind. “Can I ask you something?”

Sunghoon hummed and opened his eyes, turning his attention to you. “Yeah.”

“I know we have a plan,” you continued, doing your best to ignore the droplets clinging to his skin, “and I know that we’re supposed to stop pretending after this cruise ends tomorrow, but have you ever thought about making this—” you pointed at him, and then at yourself— “real.”

He laughed softly and shook his head in amusement. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m not joking—”

“Every single day,” he interrupted you. Wading his way through the water to close the distance between your bodies, he repeated, “I have thought about making you mine every goddamn day.”

He cupped your cheeks and rested his forehead against yours. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N,” he whispered.

Taking a shuddering breath, you closed your eyes and felt him press his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow and passionate, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. It expressed what couldn’t be said using words, and you realised just how much you’d grown to admire and care for this man.

It physically pained you to consider the possibility of a life without him.

“Sunghoon,” you mumbled against his mouth. “I would say I love you too but I don’t wanna breach the contract.”

He chuckled and ran his tongue along your bottom lip, even going as far as to suck on it. “I thought you broke the last rule days ago.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face. You opened your lids and shifted to get a better look at his expression.

Sunghoon’s eyes were shining with happiness, and you thought you could gaze into them forever. You thought you could witness the grin on his face and hear his honeyed laugh without ever getting tired. You thought you could stand ground against anything life threw at you if you had him by your side.

You knew you could love him and be loved by him for as long as your soul wandered through the worlds.

“I love you too.”

[cinnahoons]

౨ৎ 8:00 am — p. park sunghoon x gn!reader w. 404 genres. fluff, established relationship cw. none notes. reposted from my old blog! @/yeoforce + for my pookie @eternallyhyucks

“one more.”

you feigned a sigh, shifting under the crisp white sheets of your bed to lean over sunghoon. watery early-morning sunshine peered in through your window, illuminating the boy beneath you. you pressed another chaste kiss to the mole beneath his eye.

“there, now i need to go get ready for—“

“another one,” he interrupted. you pursed your lips, momentarily stunned by his eagerness, however you surrendered easily. you cupped his face, smoothing down his eyebrows and bringing your lips to his cheek. he was warm from sleep, giggling beneath you. 

you scowled at his childishness, bringing your face away from his cheek so that your noses were close to touching. his eyes unfocused for a second, too busy staring at the curve of your lips. his eyelashes were downcast, feathered across his skin as he admired you. 

“i really have to go,” you said, face heating up quickly under his unabashed stare. this seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

“nooo….” he whined, grabbing onto the hem of your pajamas. his head sunk deeper into the pillow and he scrunched his nose as sunlight hit his face. “one more? please?”

you rolled your eyes, pushing back a strand of his hair. 

“god, you’re a pain in the ass. i just gave you your one more.”

he pouted in response, and god, under the hazy light of morning, he looked positively ethereal. how could you say no?

so of course you gave in, pressing a kiss to his eyelid so it closed. his eyelashes tickled your nose as you moved down to give him another one against his mole, brushing your lips against his cheek with care. you could hear his gentle intakes of breath each time your lips met his skin, igniting little fires that were put out quickly as you peppered on more kisses. you brushed your thumb over the spot, your other hand running fingers through his hair.

“good?”

his eyes finally opened again, and he smiled contently, though he squinted to keep out light. 

“thank you,” he murmured, dropping his hands from your waist as he allowed you to climb off of him. you stood up and stretched, padding across the carpet to enter your bathroom.

“i love you,” sunghoon called, his voice still rather raspy from waking up. you smiled to yourself. you could almost feel his skin against yours again.

“i love you too, pretty boy.”

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[sadnightforus]

ex!sunghoon who you have an on and off relationship with since your high school days and you can’t seem to let each other go, even in college. Your friends are visibly annoyed at how you wouldn’t drop him every time you complained to them, saying that you’ll definitely drop him because all you guys did was destroy each other but you never seem to do as you said anyway. 

ex!sunghoon who becomes your sneaky link and who lets you stay over at his place and vice versa. But every time that happens, you think he’s lingering into your life like a ghost because there’s no trace of the Park Sunghoon you used to know anymore, who is soundly sleeping next to you. 

ex!sunghoon who always says that he’s no good for you and you both are aware that the relationship drags on longer than necessary. It has become to the point that you both are unsure of where you’re standing at this particular point of your relationship with him. 

ex!sunghoon who always claims you’re too emotional but it’s not your fault that you never have a stable relationship with anybody beside him and you showed your vulnerability (part of the reason why you still keep him around). You know you’re tugging at his sleeve and you wear your heart out proudly, but you don’t want to lose the only romantic lover who knows you inside and out. 

ex!sunghoon who always has sad eyes and everything he said is a blatant lie that he whispers into your ears to get away with his wrongdoings but you cast it aside because you love the pain and you’re addicted to this cycle of the torturing love you both share. 

ex!sunghoon who kisses you like you mean something once you both are alone and you could’ve mistaken the intimacy as his confession of his real affection that comes true, but he’s too quick to tell you goodbye once you both are done for the day and left his place, feeling more hollow and emptier each time you did just that. 

ex!sunghoon who knows that what you’re doing is practically self destructive and both self harm but he doesn’t stop you. It feels as good for you as it does for him, but it also kills him that your presence will never hold a long longevity, which is something he wanted from you. He knows that you just need someone who knows you so sickeningly well that you don’t need to explain yourself, while preparing that one day you’ll no longer be in his life anymore. 

ex!sunghoon who is aware that your love will never be permanent and he knows you’re gonna leave. But he’ll let you do as you pleased, until you’re finally snapped and walk out on him, even if it hurts him and he wishes he can say ‘I love you’ to you. 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: the quickest thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

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a wise philosopher once said that it's not the best idea to lock your friends into a scarce, hazy wardrobe for seven minutes straight.

but you can't exactly kick fate in the ass. while jake waves the chosen names around like victory flags, you get up with a shy smile to move into the tiny place for seven minutes with your best friend.

sunghoon is a great person. sometimes he's a bit lazy and keeps quiet, but he is there whenever he is needed, gives wonderful advice and with his hugs and jokes, you can easily get rid of even the thought of sadness. so you aren't afraid that the two of you will be in heaven for seven minutes. you know that you can confide in him.

your friend gives you a polite hand gesture to encourage you to get in first, then enters right after. jake grasps the doorknob with a huge grin on his face.

"whatever you want to, do it right now! so long, lovebirds" he winks, then closes the door.

you sigh silently. this is the moment you realize how small the wardrobe really is. sunghoon's leaning onto the wall next to your head, and you can feel his body's heat close to you. the hangers fidget slightly near sunghoon as he tries to find a better position.

"ugh, 'm sorry."

you shrug, then realize he can't see it with only a thin stripe of dim light managing to reach inside.

"no worries."

your skin feels hot where his hand touches your shoulder for a moment before hurriedly pulling it away.

you don't get why things turned awkward all of a sudden. yes, sunghoon is usually shy, but not with you. and right now, there is only the two of you in the safety of the wardrobe. it's not like you'd press him up against the wall and shove your tounge down his throat in a second.

the hangers rattle again as sunghoon mumbles softly, and he gets as far away as he is able to, away from you. it feels emptier. you're disappointed.

"how much time do we have left?"

"it's been like ten seconds since we got here. do hate being near me this much? you hid it so well 'til now" you joke with a hint of bitterness. you try to lighten the atmosphere to hide your sadness, which you don't even understand why you feel.

"no, i'm just claustrophobic. a bit."

"sunghoon, what? why didn't you tell me?"

"didn't want to you get here with somebody else."

your heart melts as you move to hold his hand. he doesn't move away this time. you feel somehow satisfied by this.

"can i help you somehow?"

"talk to me."

"uhm, alright. well... now i'm thinking about the pizza we ate earlier. the one with cheese, tomato slices, mushroom, and corn."

absentmindedly, you draw tiny shapes on sunghoon's hand.

"uh-huh. continue."

"and yeah, the pizza was great, but i noticed something strange," you get a little dizzy from the things you want to say. here, in the dark wardrobe a spark lighted up in your brain.

"that there were less tomatoes than usual?"

you could use the tomatoes as an excuse, but you don't. sunghoon's cologne is more than nice and the fact that you're holding his hand makes things even better.

"no, i saw that you had sauce on your lips. i looked at them, and i suddenly noticed that they are really plump," you close your eyes, that way the memory is cleaner in your mind. "i didn't notice it before. i probably didn't pay enough attention. but you have a really pretty mouth. it is truly... kissable."

sunghoon doesn't say or do anything. the silence is heavy and suffocating, mainly because you aren't done yet. in the wardrobe your emotions got into a new light and you need to tell about them to him.

"sunghoon... can i kiss you?" your voice slightly shakes as you whisper the fatal words.

"yes," he breathes out.

you get on your tiptoes carefully as to not collide with the hangers. with your free hand, you gently caress his face, surprised by the fact that his cheeks are so hot. yours are probably flaming up too.

you hesitate for a mere second longer, then you kiss the soft, sweet lips that you craved even when there was sauce smeared over them, but back then you couldn't admit your hunger for them.

sunghoon is uncertain, nervous and a bit dizzy, but careful with you. when he gets more comfortable, he gets the feel of you. he gently grabs your waist, pushes you to the wall as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper and earn better access to your lips. it is as dreamy as you imagined it, even if you unintentionally bite each other's lips a few times.

"sunghoon," you lean back, panting, patting his shoulder. he holds you close to him pressing his forehead against yours. he tries to catch his breath, and you can feel his panting on your cheeks.

"yeah?"

"does this help or should i keep talking?"

"don't say a word" he murmurs, having gained confidence, now he is the one starting your next kiss, but his face and heart are burning up and his trembling knees want him to lean back, forget the kiss and just be in painful silence for the rest of the time, but he doesn't even bat an eye. he attempts to rid himself of the pain by pressing his body to yours and holding your waist more firmly.

wandering onto unfamiliar territory, he dares to poke your lip experimentally with his tongue. you open your mouth wider in surprise with a little moan, and he kisses you deeper. he continues the dangerous game you two started.

sunghoon's chest feels heavy and his lips are numb. a groan erupts from his throat, and he knows that the remaining time won't be enough: he's already addicted to your lips.

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Sunghoon’s voice filters through his headset, low and focused as he clicks away at his keyboard. “Jake, left—no, your other left—”

You don’t care about his game. You don’t care about Heeseung and Jake yelling through his speakers. Right now, all you care about is the way your stomach is twisting painfully, the dull ache spreading through your lower back, the exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

So you do the only thing that makes sense—you climb into his lap.

Sunghoon stiffens immediately, his fingers pausing over his keyboard as he glances down at you, eyes wide. “Whoa, baby—”

“Sunghoon, what the hell are you doing?” Heeseung’s voice crackles through the headset.

Sunghoon exhales, wrapping an arm around your waist as you nuzzle into his neck. “Uh—”

Jake snickers. “Dude, are you getting cuddled mid-game?”

Sunghoon groans, already reaching for the keyboard with one hand, but you shift slightly in his lap, and he falters. Your warmth, the way your arms curl around him, the way you press a soft, barely-there kiss against his skin, it all makes him forget about his stupid game in an instant.

“Guys, I gotta go,” he mutters, ripping his headset off before they can protest.

He tilts his head down, nudging your cheek with his nose. “What’s up, princess?”

You don’t answer, your face buried against his throat. His fingers tighten around your waist, thumb stroking circles against the fabric of his hoodie. He lets you stay like that, soaking in the way you sigh against his skin, pressing another featherlight kiss to the base of his jaw.

His chest tightens. “Baby,” he murmurs, petting your hair now. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

When you finally look up at him, he swears his heart cracks right down the middle. Your eyes are glossy, your lips slightly parted, your entire expression one of pure vulnerability.

“Do you love me?” you whisper.

For a second, he just stares. He doesn’t answer, not because he doesn’t know what to say, but because he hates that you even have to ask.

Instead of responding, he stands, lifting you into his arms and carrying you across the room. You make a small noise of protest, but he hushes you, setting you down gently on his bed before disappearing out the door.

When he returns, he’s holding a heating pack, a bottle of water, and your favorite snacks.

He kneels beside the bed, placing the heating pack on your stomach before brushing his fingers through your hair.

You blink up at him, “How did you know?”

“Because you asked me that dumb question.”

Your breath catches.

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin as he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Don’t ever ask me that again, okay?” he murmurs against your skin. “You already know the answer.”

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━━━ 𑁤 close to you thought …

you couldn’t sleep. not because you stayed up too late the night before or because you had an early class. it was because of your roommate.

park sunghoon.

it was simple really, you were falling in love with him. you would’ve never believed yourself standing in the dark kitchen listening to the hum of the tea kettle as it boiled your water; your mind full of the blonde headed boy who slept behind his closed door.

he was always making advances towards you. asking you to be his girlfriend or to go out on a date with him, but he always said it with a shit eating grin on his face—it was difficult to think he was being serious and wasn’t playing you for an idiot.

months before he was just a roommate, you’d see him every morning and every night passing by.

now, he was the only boy clouding your entire existence and it was something you couldn’t say you enjoyed—at least, not yet.

“what are you doing?” his voice pulled you out of your daze, your teeth lifting themselves out of your lips.

“oh, i’m just making some tea.” you pointed to the kettle. “did i wake you?”

he shook his head, rubbing his eye with a slight smile. sunghoon was in fact not asleep. he was staring at his ceiling thinking about you and how he wanted you all to himself.

“you can’t sleep?” sunghoon questioned while approaching closer.

“not really.” you shook your head this time, reaching over to take the boiling water off the heat.

you needed to distract yourself.

“i don’t think black tea will help with that,” sunghoon chuckled lowly while standing behind you. the warmth from his body cascaded off of him like strong essence, coating your entire body in a plain state of turmoil.

“it’s the only tea we have.” timidly, you turn your head to the side, catching sight of sunghoon’s smirk. he pressed his chest against your back, a hand reaching over to play with the ends of your hair.

he was having fun, he loved seeing you cower under his gaze. a tingling sensation coursed through his veins, almost energizing him.

“i think i can help you,” sunghoon’s palm runs down your back before he spins you around, both hands gripping your waist.

he smells intoxicating like he was ready for this moment, ready for you to fall under the trap.

“how?” a part of you wondered what he had up his sleeve, and another part of you felt like challenging him. sunghoon was always at the hand of the flirtatious remarks, wanting to see you so flustered.

sunghoon leaned in closer, nose brushing yours so gently that it felt like a dream. his lips looking so inviting and soft. he was teasing you, hoping you’d be the first to make a move.

but, you couldn’t do that.

“i should get to bed. it’s late.” you whisper, your words ghosting his own empty lips.

and sunghoon watches you step away from him, leaving the water on the counter to grow cold like sunghoon’s hands; the feeling of your body against his was something he needed again.

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[nugwon]

[jaeyunverse]

the 24-hour dating challenge (teaser)

PAIRING(S) | park sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, crack, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, influencer au (?)

EST. WORD COUNT | around 5k

WARNING(S) | profanity, hoon is a loser and down bad, mc is painfully dense + all warnings to be added in the full fic!

SUMMARY | being a famous youtuber isn’t easy, especially when you have to constantly come up with new ideas to keep your audience entertained. and this time, your viewers want you to date park sunghoon, your best friend of nearly a decade, for the entirety of 24 hours.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | I AM COMING BACK!!!!!! (kinda. maybe. idk i get ahead of myself a lot LOL) finals are finallyyyy over and i have some time to write this week so i’ve started this old wip of mine! it’s going to be pretty short and sweet so i’ll hopefully be able to follow through on this teaser but no promises haha :)) i hope u look forward to this fic! inspired by h.j evelyn (♡)

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“Your followers want me to do what?” 

Sunghoon was positive he’d misheard you. However, part of him hoped you’d confirm the life-altering information you’d casually uttered without even bothering to look away from the TV screen. 

“Hoon!” you exclaimed, your fingers aggressively moving about the gaming console. “Oh, my God, they’re coming after me! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK—” you screeched— “Nonononono I can’t take them by myself! You testicle-guzzling cocksucker, why did you die when I needed you the most?!” 

Sunghoon watched you struggle warily. Your leg was bouncing with anxiety and your eyes bulging out of their sockets. He wasn’t entirely sure you were breathing. Beads of sweat were clinging to your forehead and your face was scrunched up in a weird, constipated expression. 

There was a good chance you’d utter fouler insults if he disturbed you while playing, but he couldn’t stop himself from broaching the subject. “Are we just going to pretend you didn’t say the thing you just said?” 

“The thing about you being a testicle-guzzling cocksucker?” you gritted. “No.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “The thing about your followers wanting us to date for a video.” 

For a few moments, you didn’t deign to acknowledge him. Then, as if a switch inside you had flipped, you pulled the TV’s plug and turned to face him. “Would it be weird?” 

Wow. Okay, Sunghoon mused. I think it would be a fantastic idea and a dream come true, but I don’t trust myself around you. Even as a mere friend.  

However, instead of voicing his thoughts, the boy simply shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve been friends for several years now. I’m a regular on your YouTube channel and I think your fans are aware of the dynamics of our relationship. What do they mean when they say they want us to date? Physical intimacy aside, we already do everything couples do.” 

“I think they want us to be romantic,” you admitted. “Go on a date, hold hands, cross some lines.”

“Cross some lines?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip curling in a smirk. “Is this you speaking or your subscribers?”

Groaning in exasperation, you shoved his shoulder. He fell back on the couch, laughing. “Shut up, dickface! You know I’ve been swamped this semester. My influencer gig has been seriously lacking. I need to step up—do what they want me to do. Besides, we only have to be girlfriend and boyfriend for 24 hours. It’s really not that big a deal. Are you in or not?”

Sunghoon took a few seconds to mull over your words. Sure, he would love to be your boyfriend for 24 hours. As long as his fantasies were brought to reality, he didn’t care if the whole relationship was fake and short-lived. 

For far too long, he’d pined after you. He thought he was doing an excellent job at hiding his feelings, but then you decided to make vlogs for fun. That’s when shit truly went downhill. 

Within a few years, you’d amassed a following of over 5 million on YouTube and 3 million on Instagram. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you’d become somewhat of a local celebrity.  

Being one of your closest friends, Sunghoon was often featured in your videos. Initially, he’d baulked at the idea of being filmed, but you’d worked your magic on him. The boy soon found himself being comfortable around cameras. 

Even though Sunghoon never started his own YouTube channel, his popularity grew along with yours. His Instagram had garnered over two million followers, and courtesy of his good looks and attractive physique, he’d been offered a bunch of brand deals too.

You’d scowled at how far Sunghoon’s pretty privilege had gotten him. While you busted your ass coming up with unique ideas and editing your videos to perfection, all he needed to do was show up. 

What you didn’t know, though, was that part of the reason he’d become a heartthrob among the youth was you. 

You might have been dumb and blind, but your followers certainly were not. They’d realised how Sunghoon looked at you—his eyes always twinkled and a fond smile automatically adorned his lips whenever he caught sight of you. 

To add to that, your fans had pointed out habits he didn’t even know he possessed. For example: idly braiding your strands; bringing you snacks whenever he swung by your apartment; saying hey, sunshine and giving you a side hug by way of greeting; disguising his compliments as insults. 

The list was very long.

They’d noticed the elastic he kept around his wrist at all times too—it was one of the two you’d used to tie his hair into little ponytails because you were convinced you could transform him into Boo from Monsters, Inc.   

Sunghoon himself had forgotten the reason he wore the elastic around his wrist. All he knew was that it was yours and it felt right. But when he read the comments obsessing about it, he rushed to watch the video your fans were referring to. 

And damn, they were right. 

Sunghoon didn’t know if you’d seen the comments your fans regularly left on your various social media pages. You’d never mentioned anything about the community calling you “couple goals,” and he was too much of a coward to inquire if you were aware. 

It was infuriating to know how transparent he was. Sunghoon wished he’d never gotten used to the camera and let slip his true self. 

Perhaps this was the cost of gaining the boyfriend material label—his unrequited feelings exposed for the entire world to see. 

Sunghoon would never admit it, but he’d spent the better part of a day reporting everyone who’d shipped him with you. The entire incident had truly made him go off the rails. 

However, today’s revelation was unexpected. It was an opportunity. A chance to experience something he’d desired for many years. Suddenly, he found himself thanking those busybodies online instead of cussing them out for being ridiculously invested in his love life.

Sunghoon knew saying yes to your proposition would bite him in the ass later on. He knew he’d crave more of you once he got a taste of being your boyfriend, and giving this fake relationship a shot would definitely make it harder for him to get over you in the future. He knew he was a massive idiot for willingly indulging in impending heartbreak, but he could always cross that bridge when he came to it.  

“Okay,” he said, meeting your gaze. “I’m in.”  

[jpnriikicore]

── covering speed

paring f1driver!jungwon x journalist!reader, word count 656, gene fluff, ( masterlist )

the sun beaming down on the bustling paddock at the spanish grand prix. your a intern sky sports journalist that found yourself immersed in the electric atmosphere. excitement pulsed through your veins at the mere sound of engines roaring.

before you knew it you were standing in a sea of cameramen, waiting for the drivers to make their way. a feeling of intimidation went down your spine when your eyes locked with yang jungwon’s, the promising rookie ferrari driver. the latest sensation from south korea making a buzz in the f1 world. the piercing look from across the room as he made his way towards you.

your gaze went down towards your shoes that shuffled in your spot where you stood. you take the short moment to gather your barrings and racing mind. your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip.

once he finally stood in front of you, you finally got the courage to raise your head to make eye contact with him once again. his cat-like eyes studied your features, soaking up every detail that he could at that moment noticing a few things he didn’t last race weekend.

clad in his racing suit exuding a quiet confidence. you observed his poised demeanor and the sparkle in his eyes.

"it’s nice to see you again," he spoke first breaking the silence between the two of you. he beamed a smile at you. his dimples showing off briefly.

you ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach at the sight. he smelted like the champagne that had been poured on the top of his head whilst on the podium. your cheeks turned slightly red as your teeth bit on your bottom lip in an attempt to conceal a smile.

"you too."

"you look great." he complimented, his eyes slowly scanning the clad ferrari red dress on your body.

"thank you." a smile graced your features as your cheeks reddened as red as rubies, but if anyone asked you would blame it on the warm weather.

"i’m sure you and your team are very proud of your incredible performance today getting p1." he listened intently nodding his head along to every word you spoke. he hummed before putting the tube in his water bottle and taking a sip to hydrate. it was unprofessional you were aware, but your gaze briefly glanced at his lips. he concealed a smirk as he took notice.

"we worked very hard recently. we made some adjustments to the car and spoke about new strategies. the free practices went well including qualifying. the car did very well at preforming today."

"any big plans for celebration after this win?"

"taking you out to dinner." your taken aback by his response. your eyes widening at his bluntness, especially on camera, but you’d be stupid to decline a date with him. you shook your head out of disbelief a smile graced your lips.

"you can’t expect every woman to fall for your games just because you're famous." you teased in a attempt to lighten the tension.

"i don’t want every woman." he seemed very serious about the situation. your breath hitched in your windpipe. you take a second to gather your thoughts back to your professionalism and clear your throat. a smile graced your lips again.

"it was lovely speaking with you jungwon. congrats on such a good race and i wish you the best in austria."

"will you be interviewing me next week?" jungwon asked, with no intention of walking away from this conversation quite yet. his head tilted to the side a little with his brown eyes staring into yours.

"um, most likely."

"i look forward to speaking with you again, y/n." he gave you a wink as a farewell leaving you as a fumbled mess in the media pen. before you could bring yourself to leave the paddock you invited yourself to his driver's room to accept the dinner date offer.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[vivvangel]

2:29 AM — park sunghoon.

warnings: fem reader intended, slight corruption kink, dumbification almost(??), fingering (f receiving), eating reader out, use of nicknames for reader such as 'pretty', 'angel', strong language, lower case intended, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader. minors dni.

"fuck.. hoon— oh god, oh fuck—" you cursed out loudly as his tongue was flicking in and out your hole and over your sensitive bud. "mhm? such a pretty girl but such a dirty fucking mouth" hoon chuckles against your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body. "hoon–! please.. please im sorry please keep going" you said out, pleading him not to stop like all the guys in the past who stopped right before you were about to cum. your pleading makes hoon smirk, "my perfect angel, so polite, so innocent, what a good girl— mhmm, you taste so good, baby". you moan out more because of his words,,

"gonna fucking ruin you, baby. you want that, huh? what my cock that badly, angel?—" sunghoon looks up at you as he slides a finger in,

and holy shit, does he regret not looking at you before. you looked even better than you tasted— nose slightly scrunched up as your mouth was shaped like an 'o', making the prettiest sounds he's ever heard. he adds another finger, and sees your face in pure bliss. he's seen this several times but it catches him off guard everytime, you're so beautiful, so fucking perfect.

"my angel, so pretty"

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ do not copy, translate, or repost my work without credit | @vivvangel, 2023

[sunbxrne]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❜ A DATE WITH YOU ON ICE ◟ 박성훈

premise 𓈒 sunghoon teaches you to skate and to fall in love without fear.

── p. sunghoon ＆ 𝑓!reader · fluff soft romance ۶ৎ 1350 wc 、 ✉️ established relationship use of pet names slight teasing physical intimacy kisses

The stadium exhaled a breath of winter as you stepped inside, the cold air prickling against your skin like whispered static. You tightened your coat around you, huddling deeper into its folds as you made your way to the benches behind the thick glass walls that enclosed the rink. The ice stretched out like a frozen lake under the soft glow of the overhead lights before you—gleaming, immaculate, and daunting.

You perched on the wooden bench, your hands wrapped tightly around a paper cup of hot cocoa that had been brought earlier by him, the warmth a stark contrast to the chill that laced the air. Beyond the glass, Sunghoon laced up his skates with the casual grace of someone who belonged to the ice, his movements fluid and confident.

When Sunghoon caught your eye, he offered you a grin, that boyish, charming one that always managed to melt you faster than the hottest summer sun. "You sure you don't want to try?" he mouthed dramatically, gesturing to the ice with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows.

You shook your head with exaggerated vehemence, eliciting a soundless laugh from him.

You were content to spectate, cheering him on from the safe, solid ground, much like a fervent fan at a hockey match. The very thought of stepping onto that treacherous, glittering expanse made your stomach coil in protest. You had seen too many videos—legs splayed, arms flailing, dignity shattered.

Nope. Not happening.

Sunghoon flashed you a playful salute before skating off, transforming into something extraordinary. He spun effortlessly, gliding backward and carving intricate patterns into the ice with a lightness that felt almost otherworldly. He was the picture of elegance and freedom, and you couldn’t help but beam and clap each time he glanced your way, like he was showing off just for you.

Every so often you pumped your fists in the air and shouted encouragements with a giddy sort of pride:

“That spin was so cool!”

“You're amazing, Hoonie!”

“I’m your number one fan!”

He'd respond with little waves, small laughs, and once even blew you a kiss — which made you bury your face in your scarf to hide your flustered smile.

After a few dazzling loops, he coasted back toward you and executed a flamboyant stop, sending a fine spray of ice cascading against the glass like frozen confetti. With a determined flourish, he skated to the side entrance and pushed it open.

His lips moved slowly, tenderly, “Come here.”

You shook your head again, wide-eyed.

He mouthed again, a small, imploring smile gracing his features. “Trust me.”

Before you could argue, he vanished from sight, only to reappear a few minutes later at your side, holding an extra pair of skates.

You backed away dramatically. “Noooo.”

“Yes,” he teased, grinning ear to ear. “Just one lap. I’ll hold you the whole time. Promise.”

“You'd end up dragging me around like a sled,” you protested.

Sunghoon chuckled — that sweet, musical laugh you loved — and leaned in just enough so that only you could hear. “I wouldn’t mind that, you know.”

You bit your lip, torn. You wanted to—god, especially when he was looking at you like that, with so much patience and encouragement in his eyes. But the thought of falling flat on your face or making one misstep, you couldn't bear to see the aftermath.

With a theatrical sigh, you surrendered. “Fine. But if I fall, you’re carrying me off the ice like a princess.”

He smirked, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Deal. Actually, even if you don't fall, I might still do that.”

Once you switched out of your shoes and fastened your skates, you rose tentatively, the thin blades unsteady beneath you. Before you could sway too far, he closed the distance, his glove-encased hand finding yours in a firm, reassuring grasp.

“Lean into me,” he instructed softly, his voice a soft murmur against the stillness, his breath forming silvery clouds between you. “Like this.”

He pulled you closer than ever, until the tips of your skates bumped against his and there was hardly any space left between you. He then shifted his stance, bracing both of you, and began guiding you across the ice in minuscule, careful steps. You shuffled clumsily, resembling a newborn deer, but Sunghoon’s steady hands and steady laughter made it feel like dancing.

“Don't look at the ice,” he said, voice dipping into a coaxing lilt. “Look at me, baby. Always at me.”

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest, overwhelmed by the tenderness laced through his words. So you did—you looked up, meeting his gaze.

His eyes were the color of midnight skies dusted with stars, warm and endless, and when he smiled down at you, you forgot entirely about the ice, the fear, the trembling beneath your skates.

To your astonishment—and Sunghoon's obvious delight—you began to move, inch by inch, your skates finding shaky, uncertain paths across the ice. It wasn’t exactly elegant—there were plenty of awkward, clumsy moments, a few panicked squeals, and one near wipeout that had Sunghoon snatching you into his arms with a triumphant laugh—but you were doing it.

You were skating.

With every hesitant glide, your confidence grew, and before long you were picking up a bit of speed, your strides evening out into something almost resembling a trained skater rather than a reluctant penguin.

“You’re doing it, baby,” he murmured, voice low and brimming with affection. “Keep it up.”

He squeezed your hand encouragingly, his smile so bright it nearly eclipsed the lights above. “See?” he said, a playful lilt in his voice. “It's not so bad after all.”

You threw him a mock glare, sticking your tongue out slightly. “Says the human embodiment of a figure skating trophy.”

Sunghoon barked out a laugh, the sound rich and genuine. “Hey, give yourself some credit. You’re doing way better than I did my first time.”

“You’re just saying that so I don’t cry,” you shot back.

Sunghoon gasped, feigning deep offense. “Me? Lie to your adorable face? Never.”

“You absolutely would if it meant teasing me.”

“I would never!” he insisted, still playing along, though his lips twitched with barely suppressed laughter.

“You totally would!” you accused again, leaning in, your balance wavering just enough that he had to swoop an arm more firmly around your waist.

“Only because you're so cute when you're mad,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Like a little kitten hissing at the snow.”

Suddenly, without warning, Sunghoon gently twirled you in the smallest, most careful circle, his hands guiding you as though you were made of spun sugar.

You whined softly, burrowing your face into the fabric of his coat. “Stop calling me kitten,” you grumbled, though your heart secretly melted every time he did.

“Never,” he whispered against your hair, his breath making your skin tingle. “It suits you perfectly.”

Sunghoon then nudged his nose against yours in a playful eskimo kiss, earning a quiet giggle you didn’t even mean to release. Your laughter floated into the air, mingling with his own as you both swayed across the ice in a slow, unhurried dance, your fingers linked, your hearts hammering in perfect synchrony.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice trembling with how much he meant it—how it cracked him wide open to say it aloud. “So much.”

For a heartbeat, you could only stare at him, the words sinking deep into your bones, warming the very parts of you that had long been cold and hidden. “I love you too, Hoonie,” you whispered back, so softly it felt like a vow.

His gaze dropped to your lips, full of adoration, like he was asking permission without a sound. And you answered by leaning in, heart first. The kiss was gentle at first—tentative, featherlight—a ghost of a touch that sent sparks cascading down your spine. His lips were cool from the frigid air, but the second they molded properly against yours, everything inside you bloomed with heat, with light, with the overwhelming sense of finally.

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