Go Figure! Park Sunghoon.

go figure! － park sunghoon.

SYNOPSIS being a popular actress, it’s common for you to be invited to reality shows. but when your company agrees for you to join a reality show where you’ll have to live with another celebrity and spend the majority of your time with them for a month, you get paired up with the person you least expect to be partnered with. your partner just so happens to be park sunghoon, olympic figure skater - and also, your celebrity crush.

PAIRING figure skater! sunghoon x actress! fem! reader

GENREfluff, crack, slight angst (?), kinda mutual pining, somewhat similar to the show ‘we got married’

WARNINGS swearing, ignore timestamps, y/nhoon are Idiots In Love, pictures of kim minju will be used to visualise concepts / outfits of y/n

FEATURING enhypen, cha junhwan, you young, sieun and sumin from stayc, jinni and haewon from nmixx, yangyang from wayv / nct, xiaoting from kep1er and yuqi from g-idle 

STATUS ongoing

AUTHOR’S NOTE wooooo new smau!!!! and it’s about figure skating !!! the other thing that i never shut up about !!!!! also this my first smau for hoon !!! < 3 as always, permanent taglist is already tagged !! ill be starting this after i return from camp and im posting this pretty early soo .. please dont forget about me LMAOOO T_T if you send an ask to be added to the taglist while i’m away, i’ll get back to u RIGHT away when i return !!!

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PROFILES: simp nation / sk8terz

PROLOGUE － soohorang enthusiast ONE － quad sal antis TWO － #BookedAndBusy THREE － i’m partnered with… who?? FOUR － explains the drip FIVE － kay em ess SIX － i have a confession SEVEN － cameras rolling EIGHT －passed out (real) NINE － change ur wallpaper TEN － bonk on da head ELEVEN － my new best friend TWELVE － quality time THIRTEEN － ramyeon 4 life FOURTEEN － working hard FIFTEEN －looking right cuz u left me SIXTEEN － this is 4 u  SEVENTEEN － my own two eyes!!!! EIGHTEEN － me (an empath)

nah, psy got yoongi out here doing choreo choreo, i’m cracking up 😂😂😂 yoongi said now hol up, how did this happen, why my heart rate up 😩🤣🤣🤣

[220311] ATINY ZONE LOGO only for ATINY (by ATEEZ)

❐ REASONS TO DATE | park sunghoon

precis. all the reasons why you should date sunghoon — a guide by sunghoon himself ( wc. ≃ 2.8k )

genre. fluff, humor, mutual pinning, friends to lovers

warnings. profanities, sunghoon's very bad attempt at asking you out, slightly suggestive at the end, food mentions, sunghoon is a lil' shit, mentions of stress due to school ( who r we even kidding ) ps. i ran this thru editor but if u still still spot mistakes, pls forgive me ty </3

note. always count on tumblr to ruin your headers <3 anyway, happy reading !

even though he acts like a love god, sunghoon is actually a failure in the love department of life.

it’s embarrassing, funny and pitiful at the same time to watch him confess to you— or rather, talk about how much of a blessing he is to this earth, and that you should be honoured for he’s offering you the golden opportunity to date him.

so just like always, sunghoon finds himself sitting next to you before classes, a soft smile dancing on his lips. one may find it painful to not be in the same class with their crush but sunghoon, he doesn’t care. you can always spot him next you before and after classes, during lunch, from home to school and back, even more. and as much as he wishes people would assume you both are dating, there’s only one rumour that spins in the air— sunghoon doesn’t have any shame, and you don’t have the guts to accept your feelings towards him.

but cut to the base line, the truth is a whole another story.

“we should date, y’know?” sunghoon smirks, pointing at you and himself simultaneously as he leans further on the desk next to you for a better look at your face. “you and me.”

you sigh, leaning against the chair. “sunghoon, it’s eight in the morning.”

“and, your point is?”

“my point is that i’m not mentally prepared for this now,” which is partially a lie, partially. mornings are for classes and crying over how your days always start with maths lessons. however, having sunghoon by your side is always appreciated, even though he’s annoying.

“you don’t even have to do much,” he rests his head on his palms, shooting you his infamous smirk as a few students around pretend to gawk at this utterly cheap attempt at flirting. “just say yes when i ask you out on a date.”

“why should i?”

and he sits straight on the chair as if he’s about to present the ten slides long presentation about why you both would be a good couple — which it is, to be specific, except there are no slides, just him rambling, hoping to make sense. and you are enjoying it to bits. “don’t you want everyone to be jealous of you and say, ‘oh my god, yn, your boyfriend is so handsome and hot—”

“no.” you interject, a few chuckles emerging from the stray gazes that have been lingering on you ever since you stepped into the campus. “besides, jake is much much handsome-er than you. even his accent is hot.” and you can hear jake snickering in your head, telling you to keep him out of your lovey-dovey business.

“hey, i can mimic his accent too!” he whines with an offended grimace, and every second testing your ability to keep a straight face. “like, let’s gaur on a date,” he says in a cocky tone, shooting you a smirk accompanied with a wink and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. you’ve seen enough for today.

“yeah, you’re done. now leave, i have to finish this assignment before science class.” you push his arms, beckoning him to leave while shaking your head in disgust. hearing him imitate, or more like satirise, australian accent was the last thing you were expecting today. you look at him through a peripheral gaze, lips curving into a faint smile at the pout on his face as he stands up, rolling his out.

“geez, and i thought the all rounder yn always finished assignments on time,” you shoot him a glare, hoping no one heard his satirical remark because you definitely don’t want your classmates snitch about how science teacher’s favourite student forgot to do her assignments, and if you’re being honest, you’ve been forgetting to do all the assignments lately. “anyway, see you at lunch, sweetheart.”

it’s an endearment you can never get used to. no amount of banters thrown at sunghoon can ever deny the fact that sunghoon calling you sweetheart made you feel unspeakable things. “i’m fasting today,”

you look up, he has already left. a silly smile makes its way to your lips as you get back to your classwork. so, just as always, cut to the base line, the truth is— sunghoon is aware of your feelings towards him, and you’re set on rejecting him until the end of time; or in this case, until the end of finals, which is due in three weeks.

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it’s been ten minutes since you entered the canteen and sunghoon is nowhere to be seen. eating alone is something you’ve despised all your life. you can simply join a bunch of students right now and they would welcome you as if you’ve been their friends for eternity, but your eyes are busy looking for the special someone in the multitude. that is, until you feel someone slide in the empty chair next to you.

“thought you ditched me.” you pout and oh god, you never expected yourself to pout in sunghoon's absence.

“you were waiting for me?” there’s amusement in his voice, a dust of pink adorning his cheeks before his lips morph into a smirk. “my my, yn, are you in love with me?” there it is, the usual sunghoon; and he’s lucky you’re in love with him or else it would’ve been his face and your fist.

“ignoring that,” you roll your eyes. “what took you so long?”

“oh, it’s miss kang and her darned projects,” an exasperated sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the chair, closing his eyes for a brief second before resting his gaze on you. “moving on, have you ever thought about dating me? it’s a golden chance, once in a lifetime.” he brings up the same topic again, pretending he hasn’t been pestering you about the ‘ pros of dating park sunghoon’ for one month and ten days, now. ( yes you count. no you will not tell why )

“how are you not tired of him yet?” sunghoon snickers as sunoo’s voice interrupts his ‘moment’. no, sunoo has no reason to eavesdrop on you and sunghoon’s existingly nonexistent love life. the stars are against him and just happened to pass by. besides if you ask him, sunoo would rather do riki’s assignments for a week than offering to hear about what goes on between you and sunghoon.

you shrug, taking a bite from your lunch. “beats me,”

“hey, if she can tolerate you then of course can handle me as well,” you hear sunoo curse under his breath, sunghoon breaking into mocking laughter and gosh, you are not ready for whatever’s coming up.

“yeah, now stop it you two,” you interrupt before letting things take a turn for worse, a frown settling on sunoo’s face and you figured it was because he could’ve come up with an amazing comeback if you didn’t cut in. “sunoo i have some council work to handle so please tell mr han that i wouldn’t be able to attend his class.” you get up from your seat, feeling sunghoon’s disapproving gaze linger on your unfinished lunch.

and student council work is an excuse. the real is to escape sunoo’s and sunghoon’s endless bickering. truthfully, you do have a lot of pending work because of council. somedays, you would sit inside your class, filling papers and checking reports while letting your eyes trace over all the students having fun in their own bubble, all those who don’t have to worry about school funds and organising functions. all those who do not stray further away from mental stability with every passing day, to put it in jungwon’s words.

you greet the fellow council members, taking a seat in the meeting room for the availability of better privacy and avoid people disturbing you every now and then. people as in sunghoon, and sunghoon because as much as you appreciate and adore his presence, you want to get over with the due work before being offered with another stressful bunch.

amidst all the papers and silence, your eyes take notice of the flavoured milk resting on the table corner opposite to you. you hadn’t seen it before, maybe because you were too busy analysing the documents to let your attention wander on anything else. you grab the drink, there’s a post-it note on it, and you smile at the handwriting.

‘learn to take care of yourself <3’

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you hear the muffled footsteps of students pacing through the corridor, signifying that the class is over. you check the time, five minutes before the next class starts and if you don’t depart now, you’ll be late. and honestly, you could care less. classes are the least of your concerns right now. your mind has been rather fixating on a certain someone for the past hour. you step out, closing the door before your eyes land upon the said ‘someone’ leaning against the wall with his characteristic smirk. a smile grows on your lips.

“how long have you been waiting?” you ask as sunghoon leads you down the stairs, not caring about the location because wherever it’ll be, it’ll be with him.

“twenty minutes? i was kicked out of class for napping,” as expected from him. besides being amazing at figure skating and nailing extracurricular charts, sunghoon is also good at getting kicked out of the class and detentions. he has a record, quite an impressive one— most number of detentions in november 2021.

he says it’s one of his charms. it may be, not many have the charms of getting detentions once every two to three days. not kicking him out is blatant favouritism, and one might as well add that his charms are hypnotic, for he has every teacher wrapped around him with his honey drizzled words. you agree, you really do. park sunghoon is charming, and a man with charms with a very dangerous thing.

before you realised, you were sneaking towards the school’s terrace, silent footsteps through the hallways to avoid getting caught. however, much to your disappointment, you hear sunghoon’s name echo from a few classrooms behind, making you curse internally. being friends with sunghoon is risky, and skipping classes with him is equivalent to digging your own grave. you feel his hand slide in yours as he pulls you to your right, rushing down the stairs to a much secluded area of the school, finally pulling you inside the art room before shutting the door. trouble follows sunghoon, and this time you’re entangled in its grip as well.

he leans against the walls of the art room— which is currently not in use due to renovation— panting to catch his breath and you can swear, you’ve never seen him look so hot before. “you should date me, yn.”

there it is again. just when you think you should stop with this whole game, giving into your feelings and dating him, sunghoon messes up, straying away from the much awaited opportunity of calling you his lover. “i don’t know why i should date you when i have jake,”

“because dating me is fun.” he replies immediately as if he has been anticipating your statement with an answer residing at the tip of his tongue. “you get a comedian and a model in one.”

and you deadpan. “i do not want a comedian boyfriend.”

he takes a long pause while you try to suppress your laughter. his gaze avoids your sight, fluttering all over the room as he tries to come up with a good reply because hell, he did not just rejected for having god tier humour. actually, sunghoon has believed two things in his life. one, people like humour and second, people like him. and your reply, well, he’s not taking it well. not yet.

but then his eyes perk up, shifting back to you. “i’m hot— literally. my hands are warm unlike yours.” oh, well, he’s not lying. you have terribly cold hands, and you thank god sunghoon is confident enough to stuff your hands inside his pockets, fingers interlaced with yours; and of course you have to pay him back in terms of snacks and your exam notes.

“that’s your reason?” you laugh. who wouldn’t? his awful attempts at flirting are the reasons why jake has saved his number as ‘no bitches,’ with the pleading face emoji. however, if you’d ask sunghoon, he claims he’s single by choice not by fate, and everyone agrees because whatever helps him sleep at night, is all that matters. “thought you’d be better at this, sunghoon.”

“i’m better at many other things though,” something shifts in the air. you look at sunghoon, and his eyes meet yours before landing on your lips, making your heart skip a beat; or actually, a few beats.

the silence is deafening, or maybe it’s not. rather, the silence is dripping with the sexual tension between you, sunghoon and the utter realization that you both are on thin ice, considering you’ve been spotted by a teacher who is probably looking for you like some treasure hidden in the hills.

he takes a small step towards you, tilting his head towards your lips and you let out the fakest laugh possible, wanting to bury yourself six feet under ground because the embarrassment is engulfing you. you look at his face— god, you wish you didn’t. it’s overflowing with confusion, a hint of blush on his cheeks. great, because you did not just cockblock your own crush, who is very much aware of your feelings, by the way.

but you have a reputation to maintain, and the elephant in the room is making it harder for you to formulate your thoughts. so you come up with a question, the best you could’ve done. “how is your project coming out?”

and you wait. an awkward smile on your lips, eyes begging him to say something because the silence is eating you, devouring you— digesting you, even. you scream internally. god speed your love and support towards me.

“i just came up with another reason why you should date me.” now that isn’t something you’d expect from someone who just got cockblocked by his own crush. but again, we’re talking about sunghoon and with sunghoon, anything is possible. besides, you should be glad a conversation is happening after your recent actions.

“what is it?”

“you get to kiss me.” yeah no, he’s unbelievable. there’s a shit eating grin on his face as he inches a little closer and you hate him for making your heart escalate infinitely. “people die to do that, y’know?”

“well, i’m not interested.” you respond, averting your eyes and trying to play it cool.

sunghoon meets your eyes once again. “you’re missing out,”

“i don’t care,”

“you should at l— ,”

“not intereste—”

“is it so hard to tell that i want to kiss you?”

“then do it.” a heavy silence follows with both of you looking at each other with lovestruck gazes. you feel your words echo inside your head, cheeks heating up at your close proximity and before you know it, his lips are on yours while his arms snake around your wait, pulling you closer when you kiss back.

your mind goes blank. he’s kissing you. park sunghoon is kissing you; and you’re kissing back, of course, anyone would. like he said— people die to do that. it’s simple, really— his fingers ghost up your waist, cupping your cheeks, shared breaths twirling between soft gasps for air. and your thought process is just an incoherent chant of ‘we’re going to die if we got caught,’ and ‘at least, i’ll die kissing sunghoon,’— as idiotic as it sounds.

you swear you can hear footsteps approaching and you’re definitely not mistaken. you try to pull away, only for him to tilt your head and deepen the kiss and as fun as it sounds, making out with sunghoon is the last thing teachers want to see you doing after skipping classes together.

you’re done. this time, for real. you count your demerits in your head, one for skipping classes, one for doing scandalous things with him— but then he faintly nibbles on your bottom lip, and you’re gone. your arms circle around his neck, the footsteps are getting louder with every second that passes, your heart racing at an unbelievably high pace.

but then he pulls back, much to your disappointment, leading you inside a very messy closet, if anything. you’re unable to formulate your thoughts. the feeling of his lips lingers on you, keeping you away from thinking reasonably. you hear the door open, a few voices emerging from behind the closet door, and sunghoon pins you against one of the walls inside the closet, lips hovering dangerously close to yours.

“now, let’s keep quiet, yeah?” and then he kisses you again.

tree swing.

mingi x reader; enemies to lovers au

word count: 10k

angst, fluff, smut

age 7:

the first time you met mingi, you both ended up with bloody noses and you had only known each other for fifteen minutes. a moving van was backed into the driveway of your new home, boxes of furniture being transported while you snuck away from your duties and opened the white gate to the backyard. 

it was beautiful and spacious, a lot bigger than your old backyard with a multitude of trees and flowers and shrubbery. one swing hung from a branch, just a small piece of wood being held up by rope and you eyed it warily before sucking it up and taking a seat. 

you barely moved your feet as you sat there, observing the back of the house and noting one of the rooms had a balcony attached to it. while you swung lightly, you secretly hoped your parents would allow you to have that room. you loved the idea of being able to read out there during the day or watch the stars at night. 

you hadn’t even wanted to move in the first place. you loved your old school and you loved your old house. you were a part of a group of best friends you’d known since you were five who had all recently decided to join a dance team together. you were so excited to start doing it with them, all of you practicing in the same light purple room you had grown up in since you were a baby. 

but then your parents broke the news to you that you’d be moving in the middle of the summer and you don’t think you’ve ever cried so much in your life. 

“it’s not fair!” you screamed at them through your tears and it hurt them to see you so sad. you begged and pleaded and cried some more even though you knew your efforts were a waste.

the clattering of your gate opening rips you from your memories, head snapping toward it as a tall boy, probably around your age, stomps toward you. his arms were folded and he had a sour expression on his face, planting himself right in front of you and staring down at you.

“uh hi…” you said, although it sounded a lot more like a question. “who are you?”

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what do u think, about food play with jay. u know like he loves honey, so I mean eating u out with a little bit honey in your inner thighs...and a praising words about how u being so sweet for him

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚 ༒

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As you lied beside your boyfriend, jay, on a tiring Tuesday on your shared bed, without realizing, you were putting your beautiful, inviting body on full display for him. Jay couldn’t help but trace the nooks and crannies of your body, from the top of your head to the tip of your toe, absorbing all the little details as a smirk of delight appears on his face while he bites his bottom lip intimately. From seeing your doey eyes that shined with such innocence under the light and your plush pink lips, he was clouded by the memories of how in one second, and in one touch, those same eyes would be filled with lust and sparkle with nothing but greed and satisfaction. And how those same plump, pretty lips would curl and let out sweet whimpers and high pitched noises of peak pleasure. The mouth that would always only utter his name, and his name alone, at the end of every night. Travelling down, he eyed your neck and your detailed collarbone to your half revealing cleavage, and it was only then when the thin fabric of your shirt caught his dirty attention. The shape of your breasts were vivid and detailed through the shirt, and the sight of your tasty-looking tits immediately ignited a kinky desire inside his already perverted mind. Abruptly now, in a fast pace he lowered his gaze to your shorts and a quick idea stormed inside him, that caused him to freeze in position and caused a hard bulge to form inside his pants in less than a second. As jay rushed to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but wonder how you always tasted so sweet when he ate your pussy, and how much sweeter you would taste if he drizzled some honey alongside your thighs and cunt before so lovingly, eating you out.

Seeing him return with a jar of honey and standing stiffly at the entrance, staring at you, at first you were fumbled -“jay..what are you..”-but your sentence soon gets cut off by his stern expression and lewd gaze that makes you realize exactly what he was upto.

“Y/n… be a sweet girl for me tonight, ok babe?” He scoots in closer to where you were seated, earning a smutty grin from you in return. Squeezing the honey inside his mouth from the bottle, you watched as the sweet liquid bobbed down his Adam’s apple and how without wasting a further second, he latched his passionate mouth into yours. His passionate mouth, that was more syrupy than usual, made you feel thrice as much intense neediness and desire than you’ve ever experienced before.

Jay deepened the kiss by groping the back of your neck, while sliding his tongue swiftly admist your mouth, quenching his striking hunger. He moved his artsy fingers on the base of your tshirt, carefully taking it off till you’re half naked, infront of him. He parts his lips from yours, and trailing gentle kisses down your face, he stops at your breasts, looking at them with fawning adoration. Slowly rubbing the tip of your tit with his thumb and blowing into them to make them instantly perked, he reached for the honey bottle beside him, only to drizzle some of it over your entire boobs. “Mhhmm. Looks so good now.” He teased you by pinching your tit before hooking his wet mouth on your honey-dripping nipples.

Whimpers and moans echoed throughout the room, as you felt jay’s hot tongue lick your buds. The way the feel of his saliva lingered everywhere around your boobs, when he sucked on them contently and lightly massaged the other one with care was enough to make you soak down there. It was much more painful for you, the teasing, cause jay was rubbing his thigh around your clothed clit while playing with your titties. Unable to control your burning desire anymore, you moan out loudly-

“Jay..ah please..”

“Please what baby?” He asks politely, with a pretentious tone as his lips let go of your swollen tit with a popping sound.

“It’s driving me insane now…I need you to touch me.”

Being the sweet soft dom that he is, with a loving smile, jay travels downwards without wasting time and levels his head with your pussy, throwing your legs above his shoulders as he impatiently takes the cloth off. Even though he’s seen the sight of your leaking cunt so many times before, it still lights up his vision from elation when he sees it again tonight. However, tonight wasn’t gonna be like all the other nights. Tonight is gonna be different. Tonight is gonna be crazier. Tonight is gonna be sweeter.

You lock your eyes with jay and eagerly gesture him to dig right into his meal.

Jay spills some honey on the inner sides of your knees and lifts up your legs and you lock your toes around his neck as he naughtily stares at the liquid trickling down your thighs……towards the sides of your open spreaded pussy. As soon as the thick honey settles in between the sides of your vagina, he rushes to taste it. He’s never been so rough and desperate before, maybe it was because of his new sugary kink, that caused him to push his head and swirl his tongue deeper into your cunt. He used his free fingers to rub your clit in circles, stimulating you, causing you to moan and grip his head, only to end up with you pulling his face closer to your juices that were leaking out. It was the best experience for jay anyway, cause now your delicious spills were being combined with the taste of honey, and the taste was so good, he felt like he could do this over and over, all fucking night.

“God y/n” he gasps, being clouded by pleasure himself. “Does this feel good baby girl?”

“..mhmmm. Jay please…lick me some more.”

“You’ve been such a sweet girl for me tonight. Why don’t I reward you a little bit?” He raised his eyebrows and you immediately fell into his trap as you squealed and almost begged for whatever he was gonna serve you on the plate next. Cause god dammnit. He’s never felt this good before.

With this, jay decides to make you ride the depths of pleasure as he inserts two of his slender fingers inside your soaking cunt. The contact of his skin at the tip of your hole already makes you arch your back and moan out his name but your cries get louder as he thrusts his fingers inwards. Slow and steady pace, that eventually gets faster, his fingers explore your inner folds as his mouth continues to kiss and lick your pussy and oh my, is he delighted to see that look of content plastered to your face and the screams of delight escape your tongue.

“Jay…” you whine as you feel a tight knot swirling inside your stomach

“Hmm baby?” He responds lovingly while leaving a gentle peck on your tummy, realizing what’s coming next.

“I’m gonna….cum..”

“Go on babygirl. Cream on my fingers and you will be rewarded for being a sweeter girl.”

Not even two seconds after hearing his commanding voice, you feel your cum escape your hole with the withdrawal of your beloved daddy’s manly fingers. Ecstatic and more turned on than before, he smirks and connects his mouth into your pussy again, carefully cleaning you out. Eagerly gulping down everything that’s coming out of you, as if he’s been dying of hunger for ages. The experience had you rolling your head back in pleasure,and you keep asking him to go on and go on, shamelessly.

Jay, finally, lifts his face up and makes eye contact with you and the moment you see him about to say something, it’s as if your whole body freezes from his intimidating gaze. You know what’s coming, you know what’s coming is something you’ve been craving for, you know what’s coming is gonna put a fitting end to your lovely and memorable night tonight.

“Now then you’ve proved to be the sweetest and most obedient girl tonight- should I repay you my love?” Jay winks at you as his fingers travel down to his hip, slowly unbuckling his belt.

Damn.

Tonight is surely gonna be one lovely, memorable night.

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