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falling from grace - j.sc

Pairing ⇾ angel!sungchan x devil!reader

Genre ⇾ smut, a little bit of fluff & fantasy, slight crack

Warnings ⇾ slight dubcon, cheating, religious themes, unprotected sex (children are expensive!), manipulation, corruption kink, making out, marking, finger sucking, fingering, cum eating, oral (both giving & receiving), overstimulation, jerking off, hair pulling, size kink, strength kink, exhibitionism. mentions of natty (kiss of life), seoyeon (fromis_9), ningning (aespa), intak (p1harmony). I might’ve missed something but that’s the gist of it, enjoy!

Summary ⇾ you’ve been eyeing jung sungchan for a while, wondering if he’s as innocent as he presents himself to be.

Word count ⇾ 9.3k words

Playlist ⇾ Zayn (feat. Kehlani) - wRoNg.

Fire and water do not mix. Love and hatred do not go well together. Angels and demons do not get along. And most certainly, You and Jung Sungchan are not meant to be together.

Though something about him fascinates you. How good, nice, pure, and innocent he presents himself to be. He was intoxicating. Addictive than most drugs or alcohol could be. It was alarming how much you desire to find out if that innocent facade he carries is the true him. You knew beforehand that he was someone you can’t have. He was different from your usual entertainment. So untainted, uncorrupted, undefiled. Someone who you can call yours. He was your forbidden fruit. So sweet and charming your heart aches.

Would he be still so kind if you took everything away from him? Would he still look at you with bright eyes after defiling him? Would his wings be still white as snow or would it disappear into ashes once you touch it?

There’s only one way to find out and you make it your mission to unravel the truth. One thing’s for sure it’s not what he calls his God he’ll be worshiping tonight.

“Any chance, one of you is willing to accompany me?” You stopped your train of thoughts to ask one of your dearest friends, Natty and Seoyeon.

“Accompany you where?” Seoyeon asked, twirling a strand of her hair between her middle and index fingers. Natty chuckled, you and Seoyeon both looking at her.

“Girl, don’t think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been looking at Jung Sungchan,” Natty smiled mischievously.

“No way,” Seoyeon smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re interested?”

“Come on. Don’t you two ever think about what lies beneath that pretty face?” You stare at the oblivious boy meters away from you. “He seems so… fun,” you finished lamely. When you turn to look at your friends, they bursted out laughing.

“You could find out if he’s sweet as he looks, if you could get past that,” Natty nods towards a girl, an angel, walking. You recognize the girl, Ningning, well-known for her beauty as well as personality. Her hair sways around, her wings flapping graciously as she navigates her way through the crowd, a smile never leaving her face. She was so prim and proper, just as an angel should.

Unlike you, thanks to your horns, fiery red eyes, fangs, and pointed tail.

“What’s her deal?” You asked, curiosity reigning your emotions.

“She’s to be Jung Sungchan’s partner,” Seoyeon explained. “They’re not marrying each other though, more of like their God blessing their relationship before taking things seriously, if you know what I mean,” Seoyeon added with a hint of uncertainty. “I don’t know what shit goes on in their realm, but that’s what I heard.”

Your mouth stretched into a smile. Perfect.

Sungchan exhaled once he finished the pile he was working on. He had been working since the morning and he badly needed a breather before working on the next stack of files.

“How’s my favorite angel doing?” His head snapped to the familiar voice.

“Well, your favorite angel is exhausted from working. But it’s nothing he had done before,” Sungchan answered with a sweet smile. “How about you, my love?” Ningning blushed at Sungchan’s words.

“I’m doing fine, myself, thank you for asking.” Ningning reached out to hold Sungchan’s hand, sighing at his touch. “I can’t wait to be yours.”

“I can’t wait to be yours, either,” Sungchan blushed.

It was unfair truly, how angels are supposed to wait for the blessing of their God before doing something deemed as sinful. It wasn’t a problem for Sungchan though, he followed the laws like how an angel should.

“I hate to tell you this, but my superior told me that I have to go on a retreat before the big day,” Ningning pouted. It was a required process before the blessing and Sungchan understood, of course he did.

“No worries,” Sungchan assured Ningning, “I understand. For what it’s worth, I heard that retreats are really fun. You get peace and all the good stuff that comes with it, I’m sure you’re gonna have a blast.”

“Well, what about you?” Ningning asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry about me. I have enough work to keep me busy.”

Pretending to be an angel is truly easy.

It wasn’t your idea, but your friend’s. Natty always brought up good ideas. An example would be your meeting with Sungchan’s dad. It was fun, really, having everybody wrapped around your fingers. All it took was disguise and your sickening smile and voilà, a meeting with Jung Sungchan.

Of course you had to bullshit your way through everything, you’re a demon for a reason.

Sungchan was running 10 minutes late for your meeting, you had insisted on meeting at your apartment, for privacy reasons.

After 30 minutes of waiting, you finally heard a knock on your door. You opened it with the same sickening smile.

“Apologies, I was caught up with work and I didn’t notice the time. That is no excuse of course, but I thought I should let you know.” Sungchan said out of breath. He sounded majestic, you wondered if that’s what he’ll sound like when you have him in your mou– of course that had to wait.

“No worries! I understand,” you said with a smile. “I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule. I know it’s way too sudden, I just really don’t know anyone around here, seeing that I’m from someplace else,” You explained while leading him into your apartment. It wasn’t totally a lie, you were in fact from someplace else, hell to be specific, but Sungchan didn’t need to know that.

“Ah, that’s alright. It’s my pleasure to help you. My dad said you needed someone to help you and I gladly volunteered, it was my choice so don’t worry about it.” Sungchan sat on your couch, his wings majestic and shiny. Your patience was wavering, you wanted to take him then and there. Sungchan cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” You politely asked, it was so out of character, you didn’t recognize your own voice.

“Well, I was just asking what you needed help with?” Fuck. What did you need help with? What do angels do?

“Uhm… Bible verses?” You answered, Sungchan blankly stared at you.

“That’s… What about it?” Sungchan asked, confusion plastered on his face. Angels don’t usually recite Bible verses, nor do anything involving it. It was peculiar that you needed help with it. That invoked something in Sungchan. Curiosity. He could deny all he wants but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re enticing.

Sungchan froze, lost in his thoughts to notice you moving closer to him, the distance too close to be friendly. Sungchan moved back a little, startled by the action. He cleared his throat once again, his breath heaving. You smirked.

“Are you always this good?”

“You’re too far away. Come closer, so we could talk properly,” you placed your hand on his thigh. Sungchan gulped. He has never been touched there.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be this close,” Sungchan tried moving away again, but he was stopped by the arm rest of your couch. When did he get so close to the end of the couch?

“It’s ok, you’re not making me uncomfortable. Plus it’s only the two of us. No one will know.” You moved your hand upwards, lightly gracing his abdomen before placing it on his chest, leaning in to whisper, “Imagine how much fun we’ll have, pretty boy.” Your gaze trailed to his lips, biting yours as you do so.

Sungchan places his hand on top of yours, “I can’t be this close to you. I can’t.”

You chuckled, shrugging off his protests, crawling into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while his hands awkwardly stayed on his sides. Kissing along his jaw you spoke, “If you’re worried about Ningning finding out,” You stopped, lips near his ear, “Don’t be. This is our own little secret.”

You pulled away just in time to see a very beautiful Sungchan. Rosey cheeks, eyes twinkling, breath heaving. Fuck. He looked so pure.

You take his chin into your hand, touching his lips with yours, kissing him slowly. He tasted like what you had in mind, even better than what you’ve had in mind. He tasted sweet. As you explored his mouth, his hands finally moved to grip your sides. You had to stop a moan from leaving you as you felt how big his hands were. You can't wait to feel it all over you, but of course that could wait.

When you pulled away from the kiss, Sungchan chased your lips.

“Please…” He said breathlessly.

“You’re so pretty, my angel.” You cupped his face with your hands, and Sungchan’s stomach twisted in guilt as he remembered Ningning. It was so wrong, but it felt good.

“Listen here, pretty boy.” You cupped Sungchan’s jaw whilst he struggled to listen to you, a cloud of need engulfing his senses. “The thing that you will help me with is this,” you took his hand, leading it down in between your legs. Sungchan gasped when he felt the warmth of your wet throbbing core. You had to fight the urge of moaning out loud when you felt his hand against you. “Now, you might not know what to do but I’ll be willing to teach you.” Sungchan nodded at your words not fully comprehending anything. “But this has to be our own little secret, understood?”

“Yes..” you smiled at his breathless answer.

You stood up abruptly, leaving Sungchan confused. You saw the tent in his pants and smiled to yourself, almost feeling bad… until you didn’t. He looked so breathless and lost which didn’t help the ache between your legs.

“Don’t you think it’s getting late?”

Sungchan looked at the clock hanging on the wall, 9:00 pm. Shit. He forgot that he had to be home within 10 minutes if he wanted to talk to Ningning.

Your smile widened at his expression.

“Right…” Sungchan trailed off, standing up to leave.

“I’ll see you again, angel.”

It had been exactly 5 days since Sungchan came over to your place. 5 days where he had endured the endless amount of his torturing thoughts of your lips on his. He swore he could still taste you in his tongue.

“Sungchan?” Ningning’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Are you feeling alright?” Ningning’s voice was etched with concern.

“Yeah, just tired.” Sungchan coughed to mask the feeling of his guilt churning in his stomach.

“I told you to not overdo it,” Ningning sighed.

“I’m sorry. It’s hard being the son of a superior, there's too much to do in a day,” Sungchan hid his head behind his hands, rubbing his face harshly, doing anything to get you off his mind. He was talking to Ningning, his soon to be girlfriend, he should be only thinking about her. But he couldn’t help it. What were you up to? Why haven’t you called him back after 5 whole days? Did something happen? Should he check up on you? Should he go to– Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Sungchan cleared his throat, “When are you coming back? I miss you.”

“I miss you too, my love,” Ningning pouted. “I don’t know the answer to your question, apparently this whole retreat thing is long. Who would've thought that angels should undergo rituals to have a boyfriend?”

“Trust me, what angels undergo for marriage is harsher than this. I heard that you won't be able to see each other for months to build trust and commitment,” At the reminder of his own words Sungchan paled. He was not supposed to be close to other angels, especially when he already has Ningning. Maybe, her calling me back isn’t a bad thing. This is for the better.

“Well, maybe having a superior as a father isn’t so bad. Look at you, you’re already done the basic necessities for the blessing.”

“I should thank my dad, I guess,” Sungchan smiled when he saw Ningning yawn. She was always cute no matter what she did. “You should probably go to sleep.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you again later. Bye, my love.”

“Bye, my love.”

Sungchan ended the call, realizing how fucked he was.

“You haven’t called him since?” Natty turned to you as she held up a sparkly dress against her body.

“Yes. I like that one with the heels,” You hand her a silver necklace that matches the dress she was holding up.

“Why not? I was wondering what angel dick tasted like,” you snorted at her words.

“I don’t know, heaven?” you fixed your hair, showcasing your sultry horns. “Enough about him, I’ll fuck him when I want to, and yes, I promise to tell you and Seoyeon about it.” You sighed, already bored talking about Sungchan.

“I’m surprised you held out this long. You’re the most impatient bitch I’ve ever known. I thought you would’ve fucked him the moment he went inside your place.”

“I have enough boytoys to keep me company,” you shrugged. “Speaking of boytoys, would you hurry up and change? I wanna go to the party now.”

“Alright!” Natty rolled her eyes, disappearing behind the bathroom door to change.

Your phone chimed, stealing your attention away from admiring yourself.

Angel

Hey.

What have you been up to?

Is everything alright? I haven’t seen you since…

Angels are so easy to manipulate. You scoffed. Sungchan is making everything easy for you, you both like and hate the fact. You ignored the text and finished getting ready.

Not long after you and Natty were on your way to meet Seoyeon at some party.

When you arrived at the place, you were amazed by the crowd. You were expecting some trashy party, like the last, but surprisingly today’s crowd is more tamed and hot. Just what you needed, after a shitty week.

“I’m gonna go find my boytoy, I’ll leave you to it,” Natty made a kissy face before gesturing at the party. Both of you had no clue where Seoyeon went, but if you were to guess you’d probably find her under a man too. After all, that’s what you three had planned to do at today’s party. Usually, you were always at parties for drinks and gossip. But something about this week, spelt loosen up for all three of you.

Navigating your way to the kitchen wasn’t too hard, nor was getting yourself a drink.

“Hey,” you felt a pair of hands on your hips, followed by a familiar waft of perfume.

“Hey, baby,” you turn your head just a bit to greet the boy behind you with a smile.

“Isn’t it too early for you to drink that?” Seunghan made a face.

“Tough week, mind letting me have my fun?” You drank from your cup, waiting for Seunghan to take the hint. He does, as always.

“We can go back to my place? This place is packed.”

“Great. Well, I guess it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one having a shitty week,” Seunghan chortled at your words. “Are you ok to drive though?” you placed the now empty cup on the counter top, fully turning to now face Seunghan. He kept his hand on your hips the whole time, never moving even after you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really up to drinking today. That’s why I’m Intak’s DD. He’ll be fine if I leave, though. He’s probably getting his dick wet as we speak.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Jeez, so impatient to have me?”

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes while Seunghan chuckled, intertwining your hands together to lead the way to his car.

Fortunately, Seunghan parked not too far from the house the party was hosted in. The warmth of his car felt nice against your chilled skin as you took a seat on the front seat of his car, waiting for him to get in. Seunghan stood in front of his car talking to someone. To keep you entertained, you pulled out your phone to scroll through your notifications.

Angel

My dad is making me run around town for errands, would you like to come?

I think it’s a good idea to… so that you get used to the place and all.

You don’t have to come of course, I understand if you’re busy.

You chuckled. He is so pathetic. You loved it. How Sungchan desperately tried to meet up with you after what happened in your apartment. Just a little bit more, then you can finally take him. This is one of your favorite games to play when messing with someone. You always loved it when they got so impatient, taking matters into their own hands to get you to look at them in any way.

When Seunghan finished talking to one of his friends, he finally got into the car. Before he could drive, you stopped him with a kiss on his lips. Seunghan masked his shock by kissing back.

“I didn’t know you were this impatient,” Seunghan breathlessly said, after pulling away to inhale air. “Get on the backseat.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

Seunghan climbed back after you, cupping your jaw to deepen the kiss while pushing you back to the seat. Seunghan groans when you buck your hips up against his.

A knock on the window startles the both of you.

Sungchan.

Fuck. How the hell did he find you?

You pull away from Seunghan, confusing him.

“Since when did you care if some other dude is watching you make out with me?” Seunghan runs his fingers through his hair, staring at Sungchan. It’s not like Sungchan is gonna see him, the back windows are tinted. Not the front, though. He should probably get that fix.

“Since the lab experiment is outside your car, waiting for me.” you push Seunghan off you as he laughs.

“Damn. Well, you should probably talk to him. It’s such a shame if you make him cry this early in the experiment.” You snorted, jokingly slapping Seunghan’s cheek. The both of you laughed.

Before getting out of the car, you fix your clothes to hide any indication of your make out with Seunghan. Being extra cautious as you hid your tail, horns, and fangs.

As you got out of the car, Sungchan watched your every move. You held his gaze, looking up as he towered over you.

“What are you doing here?” You were the first to break the silence.

“My dad made me run errands,” Sungchan doesn’t hide the way he glares behind you. You were guessing he saw Seunghan, the way his frown deepened. You heard the car door open and close. Seunghan, you little bitch. You had to hide your smile.

“You would know if you weren’t so busy with him. And if you even cared to look at my texts,” Sungchan brings his gaze back on you.

You chuckled as Sungchan’s brows furrowed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Are you jealous right now, angel?”

Sungchan froze.

“I’m not! Look, I’m just worried, we haven’t seen each other for days. And when I finally do see you, you’re at some devil’s backseat. I promised my dad that I will look after you. This is me looking after you. Let’s go home now.”

You let out a startled shriek when Sungchan lifted you with one of his arms.

“Put me down, Sungchan!” You grumbled.

Your protest was ignored as Sungchan places you inside of his car, buckling the seat belt for you before shutting the door closed. You ignored Sungchan as he started the car and drove. You pulled out your phone.

You

something came up.

Seunghan

ur blue balling me now? damn u’ve changed baby :(

You

i’ll make it up to you soon :p

Seunghan

u better

at least send me nudes i miss ur body

You

you wish. just jerk off to some porno. you’ll be fine.

Seunghan

meanie >:(

You chuckled at your phone, earning you a glare from Sungchan.

“What’s so funny?” Sungchan casted another side glance at you, eyes focused on the road as he drove.

“None of your business,” you were sort of pissed at him for acting like he did earlier. You just wanted dick after a long day, and here comes Mr. Perfect to ruin all your plans.

“Ok. I’m glad to see you, though. But I’m even more glad to see that your phone’s working.”

The car stopped at a stoplight. Sungchan turned his body a little to allow him to properly meet your gaze.

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong? One minute we’re really close to each other, and the second you act as if I don’t even exist.” Sungchan’s voice softened. You reach for his face to cup his cheek.

“I’m sorry, angel. I've just been really busy.”

“Why were you with that devil then?” Sungchan being sulky was supposed to annoy you. You always hated it when men act so stupid. Seunghan was an exception, though. You’ve known him for quite a while, and he did not give a fuck if you hated the way he was being sulky and playful. Sungchan, however, is different. You’ve known him in a short span of time and he’s already getting into you. That fucking kissable pout. You just wanted to kiss it off his face.

The sound of a car honking its horn interrupted the both of you.

“Like I said, angel. It’s none of your business. You’re better off not knowing things, trust me.” You pulled your hand away from his face, facing away from him.

The car started moving again.

Sungchan cleared his throat before speaking, “So…” you casted a side glance at him. “I actually don’t know where you live, so I’ve just been driving us to my place. Are you alright with staying the night with me?”

You were taken aback. Why does Sungchan always find a way to ruin all of your plans?

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You were going to need all of the patience you can get.

Sungchan’s place was exactly how you expected it to be, except for the fact that he only had one room with one bed in it.

“Are you gonna make me sleep on the floor?” you laid down on his bed, Sungchan winced. He had a ‘no outside clothes’ rule, but you wouldn’t know as this is the first time you’ve been to his place. He’ll let you know next time? Next time.

“No. You’re sleeping on the bed, don’t worry,” Sungchan gave you a tight lipped smile as he rummaged through his drawer that contained all of his clothes. “Also, you don’t have to worry about sleeping next to me. I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Sungchan had his back turned to you, oblivious to your disappointment.

You expected him to give in. Why is he playing your game?

Finally, Sungchan turned to face you, hands full of his clothes.

“You should change into this,” Sungchan placed the clothes beside you on the bed.

You smirked.

You stood up in front of Sungchan, grabbing the hem of your party dress, pulling it up to take it off. Sungchan’s gaze never left yours, even as you unhooked your bra. Sungchan gulped. You walked closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck when you got close enough. Sungchan’s hands stayed by his side, eyes never leaving yours, even when he felt your perked up nipples against his chest. You tiptoed on your toes to graze his lips with yours.

“What if I get too cold? Who will warm me up by then, angel?”

“Um…” Sungchan finally caved in, looking down at your body while exhaling. He cleared his throat before looking back at your smiling face.

“Hm?” You expectantly looked at him.

“Yeah…” Sungchan said distractedly.

“What do you mean, angel? I need you to use your words properly, I can’t quite understand you,” You traced his jaw with your index finger.

“I’ll sleep next to you.”

Your smile widened, pulling away from him, you grabbed his shirt, putting it on as you ignored the shorts beside it. Sungchan stood completely frozen, watching you as you lay down on the bed.

“Come here, angel.”

It was going to be a long night.

When Sungchan woke up, his heart dropped to his stomach when he didn’t find you beside him. He quickly got up, only to find you in the kitchen.

“I thought you left,” Sungchan rubbed his face with his hands.

You had to take a breath.

Right in front of you was a shirtless Sungchan. Prominent abs on display. You could see every ridges and lines. Biceps bulging out. Trails of veins along his arms.

You needed to fuck him.

At the lack of response, Sungchan noticed the way you were staring at him.

“Oh…” Sungchan immediately realized his mistake. “I’m sorry. I always sleep hot, so I…” Sungchan trailed off as you got closer to him again.

“It’s alright, angel,” You cupped his face with your hands. “Truth be told, I actually like it. I really do.” you dropped your hands, fingers trailing down his body, stopping at his abdomen. “But, I’m not gonna lie to you… I am kind of upset.” Sungchan’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I might need your help now, angel.”

You smashed your lips against Sungchan, kissing him fervently. Sungchan tried to keep up as your kisses were way too aggressive for him.

You pulled off of him, giving him time to breathe.

You took his hand and brought them closer to your mouth, you parted your lips to take his index, middle, and ring finger inside your mouth, sucking on them. Sungchan gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. Once his fingers were coated by your saliva, you brought them down to your core. You pushed your panties aside as you guided Sungchan’s fingers inside your wet hole. You both gasped.

“Curl your fingers for me, angel,” you let out breathlessly, the stretch of Sungchan’s fingers knocking the air out of your lungs. You didn’t expect them to feel this good. The thought of his dick made you moan, you wondered how well his dick will fit into you.

Sungchan did what he was told to do, making your legs shake as they close in on his hand in between your legs.

“Like that, angel!” you bit your lip to prevent a whimper from coming out. “Now, I want you to pull your fingers out quickly, put them back in quickly, and curl.”

You let out a moan as Sungchan followed your instructions. Sungchan felt a sense of pride as he watched you shake and moan.

“Fuck, angel. Doing so good for me,” you grabbed onto his biceps as you felt your high approaching. “A little bit more faster, angel.”

Boy, Sungchan is indeed a fast learner.

With a final thrust of his fingers into you, you cummed all over his fingers, wetting the floor in the process. Sungchan slowed the motions of his hand, watching in awe as you came.

“Wow…”

“Good job, angel.” You leaned against him as you catched your breath, holding his wrist to stop his hand from moving. His free hand held you against him.

“What just happened?” Sungchan looked at your exhausted face.

“You just made me cum.”

Sungchan stared at you blankly. You scoffed.

“Do they ever teach you, angels, sex?”

At your words Sungchan’s eyes widened.

“W-What?” Sungchan sputtered. “I-I thought sex is when y-you penetrate the vagina w-with the penis?” Sungchan paled. You had to laugh.

“Yes, angel. Do you want me to get you crayons and draw how the flowers get watered by the canisters?”

“Stop joking around! I could get suspended if I partake in such obscene activities!” Sungchan panicked.

You laughed harder. After catching your breath you finally spoke, “Angel. I told you that this is gonna be our own little secret. Don’t worry about all of that. No one’s gonna know. You will not get suspended.” You cupped one of his cheeks with your hand while assuring him. “Besides, there are more ways to have sex than ‘penetrating the vagina with a penis’. You can learn a lot from me, angel.”

Sungchan gulped. This is our own little secret. No one will know. No one. Not even Ningning.

“Like what?” Your smile couldn’t get possibly wider as Sungchan caved in.

You took his fingers out of your hole. You brought his own fingers clad with your arousal near his mouth.

“How about I show you, angel?”

“Yes…” Sungchan lazily answered, distracted by your sticky arousal on his fingers. As you pushed his fingers inside his mouth, you instructed him to suck them clean. “You taste amazing.” your pussy throbbed.

“Why don’t you carry me to your bed, angel,” you wrapped your hands around his neck as Sungchan carried you with one arm to his room. Laying down on the bed with you on top of him.

You began kissing him again, this time more slow and sensual. You kissed down to his jaw then neck, noticing the cross necklace he had on. You bit his skin, leaving a love bite beside where the cross ends. You licked down his abdomen, leaving trails of your saliva on his skin. Once you’ve reached the waistband of his sweats you had to stop a gasp from coming out of your mouth. You looked at his crotch, his hardened cock struggling in the confines of his pajama pants.

Sungchan was big.

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling the way Sungchan struggled while you taught him how to fuck you with his fingers. You were so indulged in your own needs that you didn’t realize he had his needs too.

You pulled off his pajama pants, freeing his cock, this time you did let out a gasp. You started salivating at the sight in front of you, Sungchan’s cock was thick and long, the tip leaking precum with his angry veins prodding along the expanse of his length.

He indeed looked like an angel, collarbones adorning the lovebites you gave him, cross necklace gleaming under the sunlight, pouty swollen lips and bed hair. He was perfect.

Sungchan’s cock was throbbing as he watched you, waiting as you stared at him in awe.

You took his hand in yours, leading his to hold his dick while yours rested on top of his. You slowly moved your hands up and down his length, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. Sungchan let out little whimpers.

“Feels so good…”

“Yeah, angel?” You moved your hands faster, Sungchan moaned out.

“I want you to think of me every time you touch yourself like this, ok?”

Sungchan nodded in a daze, too fucked out to even comprehend what you were saying.

“O-Oh!” Sungchan whined when you sucked his tip, you felt him throbbing on your tongue, tasting his arousal as you sucked and licked his tip. You relaxed your jaw to take half of his size, licking the vein on the underside of his cock, using both of your hands to jerk off the remaining half you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck!” You looked up at Sungchan, surprised at the cuss that left his mouth. Angels never swore. “No, please don’t stop. Please keep going,” Sungchan mewled. If it weren’t for Sungchan begging you to keep going, you wouldn’t have realized that you stopped what you were doing.

Despite being shocked at what happened, you continued to suck on Sungchan’s cock, his moans sounding like your personal heaven. You felt Sungchan’s thigh shake and before you knew it he was cumming inside your mouth. You dropped your joined hands, spitting out his cum back onto his cock, using your hands to smear the mess on his dick.

You watched the tip of Sungchan’s cock spurt out more of his arousal, the tip reddening as you continued jerking him off. He groaned, in turn, sensitive to your touch. You lick up Sungchan’s abdomen, stopping at his chest to bite the skin, all while you move your hands on him. Once you were satisfied with the love bite, you pressed your lips on his, swallowing the whimpers he was letting out.

You two messily made out for a while, stopping when you felt Sungchan cum around your hand. In a daze, Sungchan looked up at you, too fucked out to function.

“You alright, angel?” you asked as you met his gaze, instead of replying Sungchan nodded, eyes droopy. “Here, how about we get you cleaned up. You can go to bed after,” you tried pulling him up by grabbing onto his biceps. Fortunately, Sungchan followed your lead, putting his arm around your shoulder and waist, clinging to you as you both walked to his bathroom.

He wrapped both of his arms around your waist, head leaning on your shoulder as you cleaned him and yourself up. Once you’ve successfully finished, you drag him back to his room where he passed out on his bed while clinging onto you. You lie beside Sungchan, your eyelids slowly falling shut. Before you knew it, you were falling asleep beside him.

“So, what have you been up to these days?” Ningning asked, pulling Sungchan out of his thoughts.

He had forgotten that he was on a call with Ningning, too occupied with the thoughts of you. To his surprise, you didn’t ignore him after what happened, instead you regularly came over to his place to keep him company, driving him insane by wearing his clothes, parading around his apartment with nothing but panties underneath.

It drove him nuts.

That didn’t stop him from shoving his fingers up inside you, of course. It surprised him how much he wanted to taste the slick pouring out of you every time he made you cum, tempted to lick his fingers to find out if it tasted as sweet as your mouth.

Sungchan coughed, his dick stirring with arousal under his pants.

He could always ask you if he could taste you… but how? Does he just lick you then? He had no idea what to do.

He might have to do research. Or he could ask Eunseok for those videos he once caught him watching.

He’s definitely asking you, instead.

“Earth to Sungchan?”

“Right, sorry. I’ve been really busy these past few days. You know how my dad is,” It was scary how easily Sungchan could lie now. Before, he couldn’t even tell a lie, caving in to tell the truth eventually, as his stomach churned in guilt.

That feeling of his stomach churning hadn’t gone away. As he looked at Ningning the guilt inside him bubbles up, again. Yet, when he’s with you, he couldn’t give a fuck about feeling guilty. When are you coming over, anyways?

Sungchan tunes out Ningning as she spoke to him about her day. His calls with Ningning are slowly becoming less frequent, his responses to conversations becoming shorter as he space out thinking about you.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you about this… they’re asking me to stay a little bit longer, because apparently my services have been really helpful. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you sooner, but I have decided to stay. I hope you’re ok with that?”

“Of course, I’m ok with that, it’s your choice. I won’t limit your happiness. If you’re happy to help, then I’m happy too.”

“You’re the best, my love.”

Sungchan’s stomach churned.

“Thank you, my love.”

You quizzically stared at Sungchan. It had been a while since he stared at his food, stabbing the food with his fork as he got lost in his thoughts.

You stood up, gaining his attention. You straddled his lap, his hands automatically finding their way to your sides.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, playing with his hair. Sungchan leaned into your touch, swallowing down his embarrassment before speaking.

“I saw…” Sungchan started, “Uhm, well… I don’t..”

You stared. Sungchan gulped.

“Can I… taste you?”

You stared.

“Like, you know. The thing that… when you..”

“Angel. You can have me for dessert.”

Sungchan audibly gulped. You pulled yourself off of him, pushing yourself up to sit on the dining table behind you. You lift Sungchan’s shirt, showing your cotton underwear by spreading your legs apart.

“Come close, angel. Take it off for me.”

Entranced by you, Sungchan does what he’s told, situating himself in between your legs, staring at your glistening core.

You take the time to tell him what you wanted him to do.

“See this, angel. I want you to lick from here to here ok?” You part your folds with your fingers, showing him your hole. Sungchan was in awe.

You sighed in delight when you guided his fingers to rub your clit, quivering when he pressed a little bit harsher than you told him to.

“When you get here, I want you to suck it hard. You can lick it too, angel. I like that too,” you played with Sungchan’s hair as you explained to him, finding it adorable how he listened intently to your instructions.

“Why don’t you give it a try?”

You gasped when you felt Sungchan’s tongue on you, your grip on his hair tightening as he poked his tongue inside your hole. He slurps up your arousal, sucking your clit harshly, making you close your thighs around his head. You mewled at the feeling of Sungchan’s mouth on you.

He gripped your thighs, tapping the sides to gain your attention. You look down to see his glossy eyes staring up at you.

“Fuck, angel. You look so adorable like this,” you moaned when you felt Sungchan nibble on your clit. One of his hands left your thigh, stroking his cock through his pants at your compliment. The sight turned you on; Sungchan’s chin coated with your arousal as he pleased you, jerking himself off to your moans.

It didn’t take you long to soak his face with your cum, harshly gripping his hair as you released all over him, wetting his shirt in the process.

You lie down on the table, feeling the cool surface as you catch your breath. Sungchan rested his forehead on top of your right thigh, caressing the other while he closed his eyes. In return, you played with Sungchan’s hair, the both of you staying still for a while.

“I should probably clean you up…” Sungchan spoke against the skin of your thigh, “Oh, and… uhm…” Sungchan trailed off.

Confused, you sat up to properly look at him, his pants with a wet patch of his arousal coming into view. You gasped.

Sungchan came in his pants while he ate you out.

“You never come to confession anymore,” Sungchan’s dad spoke over the line. He rubbed his face with his hand, figuring out a way to explain himself. No matter how hard he tried, it all came down to one reason. I’ve been partaking into obscene activities while lying to the person I love, and I’ve been guilty all this time. Sungchan exhaled.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’ve just been really busy.” It was a lame excuse, but Sungchan couldn’t tell him the real reason behind his absence with his faith.

“I understand. Come by when you’re free, your mom misses you.”

After an exchange of pleasantries, the phone call ended.

Sungchan laid on his bed pondering what he was doing with his life. He has an angel showering in his bathroom while another one is miles away doing everything she can so that their relationship can move on to the next big thing.

Sungchan sighed, aggressively rubbing his face again.

“What’s up with you,” he heard you say.

Sungchan removed his hands from his face, taking your figure in; wet hair and body wrapped in a towel, with droplets covering the expanse of your skin. He felt his dick twitch. You smelled so good.

He opened his arms and you immediately got the hint. You crawled on top of him, sitting on his abdomen, to play with his hair. You gasped in surprise when Sungchan pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey, what’s that?” Sungchan asked. You followed his line of sight and saw your tail poking out. Shit.

“Uh…” you cleared your throat, trying to think of a lie.

“You’ve got something poking out of your head too,” Sungchan looked at you, his expression pure of confusion. Come on, think. Spew out a lie, you got this. You looked away from him, hiding your eyes.

You felt Sungchan's hands cup your jaw, making you face him. He stared into your eyes.

“You’re a devil.”

Sungchan pressed his lips onto yours. You froze.

Once you recovered from your shock you kissed back. You had expected him to be mad at you, not this, whatever this is.

You pulled away from his lips, placing both of your hands on his shoulders.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” Sungchan placed his hands on your waist.

“Because… I lied to you..?” Sungchan chuckled at your words.

“Did you really think I believed you were an angel?” You furrowed your eyebrows at his question, “I knew at the very beginning. At our first meeting you asked about bible verses.. angels do not deal with that.” Sungchan mischievously grinned.

“You’re such an ass,” you huffed.

“How am I an ass? You’re the one who pretended to be an angel so that you could get with me,” Sungchan placed a kiss on your neck.

“And you let me..” you bite back. “Why?”

“Because you were fun to be with. I didn’t mind if you were pretending to be an angel in the first place, you had your reasons.”

“You figured out I was a devil, but you never figured out the reason why I was messing with you?” You scoffed.

“No..”

You took his hand into yours, guiding it down in between your bodies to your core. Sungchan took the hint and cupped your core.

“Oh.. well then. Should I prove to you that you picked the right angel?”

“You’re not as innocent as I thought.”

“Give me a break. I caught my best bud watching porn and got scarred for life.” Sungchan rubbed your clit. “Ended up searching up things, and finding out about the real world.” You stopped his hand to focus on your train of thoughts.

“Porn isn’t the real thing. Most of the time it’s staged,” you brought his hand back to your core, letting him continue his actions.

“Noted,” Sungchan said before kissing you. “How about we do the real thing then?” Sungchan pushed you down, pulling the towel off your body. “I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn’t know you were this beautiful.”

Sungchan kissed you again, pulling away only to kiss down your body, mimicking the way you would leave love bites on him.

He spread your legs apart, positioning himself in between them. Sungchan inserts two fingers in you to stretch you out, licking you up when a glob of your arousal seeps out of your dripping hole. You moaned, gripping his hair.

“Faster, angel,” Sungchan moves his fingers faster, sucking your clit to please you. He moved his hips, humping his bed at the same pace as fingers moving in and out of you. All your remaining patience burst at the sight. “Take your clothes off, angel.”

You didn’t have to tell Sungchan twice. He was just as desperate as you.

He pulled off his clothes at lightning speed, positioning himself in between your legs. Sungchan took a hold of his dick, gliding it in between your folds to lubricate it. You both moaned at the feeling.

“You’re so wet…”

Carefully, Sungchan prod your hole with the head of his cock, you took a sharp intake of air at the stretch. Sungchan groaned on top of you, leaning forward to penetrate you deep. The glint of the cross around his neck catches your attention, the pendant hitting the bridge of your nose as Sungchan moves closer to you.

“Fuck, angel… feel so full,” you bit your lip to stop another moan from coming out of you, placing your hands on Sungchan’s broad shoulders.

“Uhm… I’m halfway in…”

Your eyes widened. No way. You knew Sungchan was big but you didn’t expect him to be this big.

You both look down at where you two were connected, moaning at the sight. He wasn’t lying. He was indeed halfway in.

You felt Sungchan’s dick twitch.

“Do you feel turned on watching me struggle to take in your dick?” You bring your gaze back to his eyes.

“Kind of…”

“You’re such a dick,” you gasped when you felt Sungchan force a few inches in.

“What was that?” He grinned, you glared at him. Sungchan bit his lips, carefully moving out of you. He held your thighs open to keep you in place when moving into you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were moaning while squirming around the bed, not expecting Sungchan to be in so deep. His dick was unlike others you’ve taken before; throbbing with need, veiny, thick, and long.

It was heaven.

“Need you to move, angel,” you were too far gone, drunk at the feeling of his cock filling and stretching you up, mind hazy with need.

Sungchan complied to your request, he wrapped your legs around him, positioning his hands beside your head so he could thrust harder into you.

He moved his hips forward thrusting into you harshly, whining at the feeling of you wrapping him tightly. You close your eyes, overwhelmed with the feeling of his big cock moving in and out of you. You opened your eyes, feeling something cold touch the tip of your nose, revealing Sungchan’s cross necklace dangling in front of you.

“How are you so good with this? Aren’t you a little virgin?”

“I practiced with my pillow, thinking it was you.”

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the thought of Sungchan desperately fucking a pillow. The image pushing you to the edge as you came, fluid gushing out of you as you mewled. Sungchan continued thrusting in and out of you, holding your waist and burying his head at the crook of your neck. His pace started slowing down after he came inside you, riding out the both of your highs.

Sungchan laid on top of you as you both catched your breaths. Once his breathing was even, he lay down beside you, pulling you on top of him. You cuddled into him, feeling his hand move around your body, tracing patterns on your skin.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your eyes?” Sungchan pecks your right eyelid, twirling the strands of your hair with his fingers.

I love your eyes. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. No one has ever told you they liked your fiery eyes. Moreover, no one has ever told you they loved your eyes. You were speechless.

You let Sungchan play with your hair, tracing the lines of his abdomen in turn.

“Did it hurt when you were turned into a devil?” At your questioning look he added, “I read somewhere that the process of becoming a devil brings unbearable pain to an angel’s body. You were once an angel too…” Sungchan strokes your cheeks, pushing your hair behind your ear.

For some reason, you felt something break in you. You were once an angel too. The warmth of Sungchan’s body engulfing you was enough to comfort you.

“I can’t really remember. Our memories were wiped clean the moment we turned to devils. Why do you ask?”

“I just… You don’t deserve it, that’s all.”

“I’m glad you think that way, angel.”

“Do I really have to go?” You groaned, kicking your feet in the air. You were laying down on the couch when you overheard Sungchan talking to his dad.

“Yes. My dad wants to know how you’re doing and I haven’t been to church lately,” Sungchan answered as he placed the dirty dishes in the sink.

“Huh, I wonder why…” you sat up to look at him teasingly. Sungchan grins, wiping his hands on the cloth hanging at the oven door handle, walking towards you.

“Because a certain devil has me wrapped around their fingers, now I’m following whatever they say,” Sungchan bops your nose with his index finger, making you smile. “Not right now, though, because I actually have to tend to my angel duties.”

“Boring,” you sighed.

“You need to come with me,” Sungchan whined.

“Fine. Stop your whining, it’s unbecoming,” you roll your eyes.

“Wait— you’re not gonna burst into flames when we enter the church right?” Sungchan said worriedly.

“No, dumbass. I used to be an angel, remember?”

“Oh…” Sungchan lifts you up from the couch. “Let’s go get ready then.”

The two of you didn’t take too long to get ready, rushing to Sungchan’s car, to be on time. Once you arrived at the church you felt shivers run along your spine, the chills in your body worsened when you came face to face with Sungchan’s dad.

You exchange pleasantries with him, staying silent and letting Sungchan do most of the talking, as you obviously didn’t know what the hell they were talking about.

“Hey, dad. I think I should show her around, she hasn’t been here before,” Sungchan said after his father asked something church related. Nice save.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it, then,” Sungchan’s dad smiled, walking off to the other end of the church.

On the contrary to your beliefs, and who or what you were, the place was beautiful. High ceiling, lots of windows, oak wood adorning the pews; it should look like any other church but this one was breathtaking.

Sungchan started walking and you followed suit, he then started pointing out rooms and other uninteresting things while walking. You frowned. You didn’t think he would actually give you a tour of the church.

Once you went back to the main area of the church, he directed you at the back near the entrance, where a few other doors were lined near the candles section. You wondered what was behind all of the closed doors in front of you.

You took a peak of Sungchan who was busy lighting up the candles. Curiosity got the best of you as you slowly strolled to the direction of the closed doors, opening one and going in.

It wasn’t anything special, just a dark confined room that is connected to another with a divider.

“This is the confession room,” you looked behind you to see Sungchan standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the open door. He looked around before closing the door shut, joining you inside the confined space. He moved closer to your body, towering over you as he placed his hands on your waist. “This is where angels confess their sins.” Sungchan whispered, placing a kiss under your ears.

“Hm… well I have a confession to make.” You looked up at him, even in the dark Sungchan looked good; white buttoned up shirt hugging his broad shoulders, with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his veiny arms you love so much. “You look absolutely hot right now, and I want you to fuck me now.”

Sungchan chuckled. “Well, it’s your lucky day.”

Sungchan pulls you close to him, kissing you deeply. You pulled on his pants, unzipping it and pulling his dick out, you moved your hand up and down while he moved your panties aside, inserting two fingers inside you.

“I love this dress,” Sungchan kissed your forehead, spinning you around so that you were facing the door. Through the door, you could see the altar through the dotted holes adorning the top of the door. You felt Sungchan wrap his left arm around your waist, his fingers still inside you slowly moving in and out. The warmth of his dick twitches behind you, touching your lower back as he holds you close. “Make sure you stay quiet, darling.”

Sungchan pulls his fingers out of you, replacing it with his angry dick. You squealed at the stretch, both of your hands moving to cover your mouth. You look straight ahead, getting a glimpse of the structures on the altar.

“I’m sorry…” you said, muffled. Sungchan lightly laughs as he wraps both of his arms around you, lifting you up. Sungchan leans his back at the wall behind him, experimentally moving you up and down his cock. At your muffled moan he moves you faster, the skin of your ass hitting the skin of his thighs.

“You’re so wet…” Sungchan groaned, biting his lips to keep himself quiet.

Your eyes roll at the back of your head when Sungchan hits a particular spot, letting out a louder moan that seeps past your hands. Sungchan panicky moves his right hand to cover your mouth, his hands big enough to cover both of your hands. He shushes you, rubbing your clit with his other hand. How the fuck is he holding you up with one hand? You clenched around him, making him groan.

“Almost close?” Sungchan whispered, you nodded as an answer, not trusting yourself of not making a noise when you removed your hands to speak. “Cum for me, darling.”

You came all over Sungchan, him following after. As you both catch your breaths, Sungchan holds you close to him, still inside you as he whispered again.

“I have another confession to make, I want to fuck you again.”

Life had never treated Sungchan better than the last few months he was with you.

The both of you had been seeing each other weekly, whether it be to fuck or just to hang out, Sungchan enjoyed your company.

You were surprised at how needy Sungchan was, always wanting to be close to you or touching you at any given moment.

Sungchan was calling Ningning less and less as your ‘relationship’ with him progressed, coming up with excuses like having to help out his father to avoid her calls.

Sungchan woke up from the brightness of the sunlight, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He read the clock on top of his bedside table, not surprised at the time.

Beside him, you were sprawled out in his bed, wearing nothing but his shirt, sleeping peacefully. The sunlight highlighted your body. Sungchan smiled, kissing your forehead before he got up. He grabbed a shirt to wear on his way out, messing up his already messy hair.

He went to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his reflection through the window. You truly do enjoy leaving love bites. Why is it so cold today?

Sungchan shivered, returning to his bedroom to put on a hoodie, peeking at you as he put on the hoodie you love so much on him. As if you sensed his presence, you rolled to your side, to face him.

“Why are you up so early?” You mumbled, sleepily.

“It’s noon, darling,” Sungchan crawled to his bed, wrapping his arms around you. He inspected your face for any discomfort that you might have after last night’s escapades. “You alright?”

“Tired..” you yawned, wrapping your arms around Sungchan.

“Oh…”

You snuggled into Sungchan, enjoying his warmth. The two of you stayed like that for a while.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll go get it,” Sungchan kissed your forehead again before walking to the direction of his front door. He didn’t expect any visitors today so it might be someone delivering his package. As he swung the door open, shock infiltrated his senses after seeing who was behind the door.

Ningning.

“Surprise, Love!”

Oh, it was a surprise for Sungchan indeed.

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kissohee · 6 months

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♣︎ high!sex with wonbin ♣︎ bbf!wonbin

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♣︎ rival!seunghan x reader ♣︎ soft!dom!seunghan and shower sex ♧ 3some with sungchan

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bambisnc · 23 days

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [04]

pairing : roommate!sungchan x reader genre : sickfic n fluff nawt smut im sorry about the opening line i js thought it was funi ,, cw/tw : food mentions + hes sick bc he looked after the reader too well D: wc : 0.4k ishh

you've discovered over the past 2 weeks that your nights are spent significantly more productively when sleeping with your roommate.

as in literally sleeping with your roommate i.e. just lying in the same bed (usually his).

you did start out with a well defined list of rules the most highlighted of which was to ensure a pillow boundary between the two of you at all times.

sungchan always somehow ends up going against it thought, much to your delight dismay.

and as you woke up one day in the middle of the night, the clock displaying an even 4.00 am, with his limbs fully entangled with your own in a way you would not have thought was possible; the only thing you can think about is how hot he feels against your skin.

....he is quite literally burning up. and you can almost swear his heart seems to be beating a little too much faster than normal (given your position with your face dangerously close to his chest.)

he's sick.

the idiot's sick.

after the multiple times he insisted he'd be fine and made the extremely clever decision of forgetting all constraints of personal space because he's jus' taking care of you :( pshh obviously no he won't catch your little cold but if you cuddle with him you'll feel soo warm and comfyy~ <3

... you'd hit him if you didn't feel really bad right now; especially because sungchan's intentions were never bad, if a little stupid. he's always looking out for you.. and the one time you tried doing something for him you ended up with prescribed bed rest.

the least you could do was take care of him.

(and there was also the whole him saying he wanted to get ice-cream with you thing which could totally just be you over thinking but sungchan and you definitely did need to work that out. eventually. a couple of months should be ideal...)

you lay a cool, damp washcloth on his forehead; brushing away the messy hair which sticks to his skin slightly.

and you really, really shouldn't; but you can't help gently placing a feather-light kiss to his temple.

but hey. idiots don't get sick right?

or do they..? yeah you honestly can't recall what the lesson supposed to be learnt from all of this was...

later, when you're able to pull yourself away from your roommate's bedside and make your way towards the kitchen to whip up some porridge (light on the stomach, warm for the throat); a little sniff tells you that you are not alone.

and there stands sungchan, busily rubbing out the residual sleep from his eyes, managing to still look annoyingly adorable - which is a great feat considering his height.

scolding him for getting out of bed gets you nowhere, he only declares that he wouldn't have been able to rest anyway; not without you there..

notes : my god how do phone users do htis my laptop isnt laptopping v well so im doign this from via a phone and ouch. + [series m.list] [m.list] (will edit in links later)

song rec : sugarcoat by natty. No i wont be inserting a link.

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kpop-locks · 5 months

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ wonbin (feat. sungchan) ; simple ”♡ᵎ ꒱

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01zfan · 3 months

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jung sungchan | j. sc

safe for work . . . . . . not safe for work

delusional

in the middle (feat. song eunseok)

baby sugar daddy!

not mine.

non-refundable

trigger finger

housequake: part one | part two

bases: first | second | third | homerun

#masterlistz #01zfan: sungchan #sungchanz #sungchan smut

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yutafrita · 3 months

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An Angel, My Angel, and Me- TWO

navigation… preview /// one /// two /// three

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Fallen Angel!Sungchan x Reader (she/her)

W.C: 5.3k

[feat. Soyeon, Yangyang, and Shotaro]

Genre: fake married, fluff, mild angst, romcom

Warnings: Depictions and discussions of throwing up, sexual discussions and innuendos, swearing, religious imagery and discussions (primarily Catholic), mentions of angelic law enforcement and prison, mentions and of and depictions of food and eating.

CHAPTER TWO- WHY DID I GET (FAKE) MARRIED?

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The rest of your grocery trip was silent as you wallowed in self pity and maneuvered the cart on autopilot. You forgot to grab lentils, but Sungchan seemed to know it was best to not point this out.

Sungchan was sweet enough to hold your hair back while you threw up once you got back to your apartment.

“I’m so sorry,” you were mortified. You sat on your ass on the floor of your bathroom, your throat burning, eyes swelling with tears, and cheeks hot to the touch. “I-I just needed a name for my interview and I just saw you that day and-.”

“Hey-.”

“And I couldn’t even talk at the grocery store- it was my worst fucking nightmare!”

“Hey-.”

“I froze! I can’t believe I just froze like that! I can’t believe that!”

“Hey!” Sungchan raised his voice higher so he could properly interject your frantic speech. He swiped his hands across your cheek to help wipe away your tears, and you couldn’t help the embarrassment you felt. “Do you remember when ‘Eerie’ ate your hair tie and was super sick?”

“Yeah, I took you to the vet after you threw up all day and night. I stayed up for like, three days straight.”

“So, if I know you have my back, why wouldn’t I have yours?”

“Well, I thought,” you blew your nose into a piece of toilet paper before continuing, “I thought you were my cat.”

“I’ve also seen you be there for your friends whenever they come down with something,” he pointed, keeping your hair tucked back. “You take care of others, so, I’ll help take care of you.”

You furrowed your brow, “what do you mean?”

He chuckled a bit before clearing his throat, “I mean- you can keep up the facade of us being married. I’ll do whatever you need, if you want.”

********

Playing married consisted of a few things. First on your list, you and Sungchan took a few pictures on your phone so you could have it as your wallpaper for all your devices. Second thing was getting one of said pictures printed out to keep at your desk at work so you weren’t the only employee without a photo of your spouse.

The last thing though was the hardest- it was trying to figure out how to tell your family.

Your grandmother had taken to calling you every other day to pressure you, as well as chatting casually with Sungchan. You swear she liked him more than she liked you.

“I was thinking,” you popped out from your room already dressed in your work clothes, holding the thin gold chain you never wore. “Maybe wearing something I own might help mask you in public. So you can leave without needing me.”

Your line of thinking was, if Sungchan was able to hide in your apartment without being found by the troop, then maybe he didn’t need you around at all time to stay safe. You wanted him to have some semblance of independence.

Sungchan turned around, spatula in hand as he furrowed his eyebrow. He was in the midst of cooking pancakes, and the faint hint of smoke reminded him of this before he turned back to face the stove and flip them.

“Are you kicking me out?”

“What? Of course not. I just figured you’d want actual independence even though you’re on the lam.”

“On the what?”

“On the lam? Running from the troops?” You elaborated. Sungchan had yet to disclose more information on the warrant for his arrest, but you hadn’t really pressed much. You guys had a solid cohabitating, co-existing, thing going on and you really didn’t want to push your luck.

Sungchan slipped the pancakes onto the two plates he had set up before turning to face you. He seemed hesitant, and you wanted to further assuage his nerves.

“I… I think you’d like not having to rely on me to go around on your own.”

He seemed to mull it over before nodding and adding, “I haven’t been able to fly in a while.”

“Then it’s settled- try leaving the apartment while I’m at work and text me how it goes, and of course don’t get caught,” you moved closer then, holding the chain for him to see. You had gotten him a simple phone to use so you both could more easily communicate, and he seemed pleased with the device.

You kicked over your step stool as Sungchan turned back around. He tucked his wings slightly to give you easier access as you clipped the small chain around his neck. You never really wore it, but from the small glint it gave as it now sat on the collar of the Fallen Angel, it felt like it was really meant for him.

Standing slightly above him now, you looked closely at his wings. They were mostly black, with glints of gold and gray splattered at random places. The wings spanned across his back, stopping just at his calf, and the feathers looked insanely soft.

“Everything okay?” Sungchan’s question snapped you back to reality.

“Um.. can I ask something?”

“Yeah!” he turned back around, a smile on his face. He loved asking you questions, so it was as if he was excited to answer something for you.

“Can,” you sighed, embarrassed but still painfully curious, “can I touch your wings?”

He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the question.

“Sorry, I’m just really nosy,” you admitted, scratching the back of your neck.

“Y-yeah, go ahead,” he turned his back to you again, “I don’t think they’re anything special, though.”

You scoffed lightly before gently raising your hand, and caressing one of his wings. It was softer than anything you had ever touched before, and for a moment you swore the entire world went silent as you felt just how delicate they were. You caressed them again, before you heard Sungchan’s breath hitch and then a small whine followed before your whole body froze.

“Sungchan, are you okay?” you removed your hand, confused by his reaction. On the back of his neck and ears you could see his skin turning red. You stepped down from your position of height, stepping back to grab the pancake syrup before noting that Sungchan still hadn’t moved.

“Are you embarrassed or something?” you were joking, but the angel looked over his shoulder and wings to glare at you, his whole face now tinted in red.

“Wings are… really… sensitive,” he admitted, emphasizing sensitive heavily before it clicked. He hadn’t turned around yet because he was hiding what you accidentally caused.

“Oh shoot I’m gonna be late for work,” you lied, ignoring the breakfast and rushing out of the apartment with your work bag and phone. You wanted to think as little about the accidental arousal you caused to your roommate, and forced yourself to ignore it as you took the train to work.

Eyes wandering, you saw someone you hadn’t seen since you graduated.

“Shotaro?” you murmured, maneuvering around the half empty cart and sitting next to the individual somewhat responsible for your current predicament. “Oh my god, it is you.”

“Oh,” he smiled, raising his head from the phone he was previously buried in, “hi! How are your Angels?”

“I-,” you looked around, making sure no one else on the train was listening in, “I don’t have any Angels. I just so happen to live with two,” and one of them you haven’t heard from in several weeks.

“Ah, of course,” he chuckled, looking around as the train met one of its stops, depositing and receiving new ride goers, “so you haven’t figured it out, yet?”

“What I am and what you are? No,” you admitted. You were mostly waiting on Soyeon at this point, who still hadn’t answered any of your texts. You were still almost distraught to see Shotaro so casual about everything. He may have been your classmate for a while who’s known about angels, the fact that your world was upside down and he seemed totally fine was grinding your gears.

“Hm, well, this stop is where I head out,” he then took out a small strip of paper and pen from his pocket, and wordlessly scribbled something down before handing it to you, “when you have a good guess, give me a text,” and with that, Shotaro slipped out from his seat and out onto the train station, leaving you in the dust.

There weren’t any angels at your job, as far as you could tell. The magazine took over an entire floor of an obnoxiously large business building, and you waved hello to the entrance secretary as you walked in. Today you had an early meeting with the head of marketing and a few others, so while you were prepping a bagel from the communal kitchen, you were also speaking to another coworker about how you were both not excited about it.

“I saw the agenda… it really could just be an email,” Yangyang groaned before seeming to check out the kitchen for something.

You were quietly eating your bagel before Yangyang prompted you, “so, no one else has noticed that you’re married to an angel?”

You choked on your food before coughing violently, allowing you to then swallow the glob. “I’m not married to an angel! Are you crazy?”

“Please, I’m a warlock, it’s fine,” he raised his open palm, a small bloom of fire appearing before vanishing in an instant. “I knew as soon as you added that picture to your desk.”

So, you didn’t work with any angels, but you did work with a warlock. Apparently.

“I guess it makes sense, now your kids will be ¾ angels- more advanced nephilim. They might even have properly formed wings. That’s pretty cool.”

You frowned, now abandoning your bagel onto the countertop, “I don’t understand the words you just said.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, “nephilim? A halfie?”

“Is… is that a slur?”

“No dude, you’re half angel. That’s why your shielding abilities are so strong.”

“Words. More words I don’t understand,” you were in a daze now, staring blankly at the warlock. He chuckled instead, looking at the watch on his wrist before standing tall.

“Well, our meeting is in fifteen, so I’ll let you chill out before that.”

“You’re the worst coworker ever.”

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes before slipping out and leaving you in your mental fog.

Sungchan🐈‍⬛ [sent at 11:55AM]: omg!!! Guess!!! What!!!

Sungchan🐈‍⬛ [sent at 11:55AM]: \(๑•́o•̀๑)/

You [sent at 4:43PM]: sorry, i was busy all day

You [sent at 4:44PM]: what’s up?

You are indeed busy all day, but every time you looked at his text you couldn’t help but be reminded of your small accident this morning. Plus, the sudden knowledge that you were a nephilim wasn’t helping. Knowing, though, that you had strong shielding abilities, it began to make sense why Sungchan was able to hide from the troops so well with you around.

Sungchan🐈‍⬛ [sent at 4:45PM]: working hard!! That’s great!

Sungchan🐈‍⬛ [sent at 4:45PM]: Guess who walked around on their own today without being attacked by the troops

Sungchan 🐈‍⬛[sent at 4:46PM]: 😁😁😁

You [sent at 5:05PM]: omg! That’s amazing news 🥳

Sungchan 🐈‍⬛ [5:07PM]: i felt your aura or whatever fade after an hour so I raced back to the apartment 🏃🏃🏃

Sungchan 🐈‍⬛[5:13PM]: but yay!!!!!!!!

You were walking back to your apartment now from the train station, but you were excited to hear more about Sungchan’s one hour adventure. It would be nice to hear something with a net positive before telling him what Yangyang had shared with you. You slipped your shoes off as you entered the apartment, and immediately noticed the arrangement of wildflowers in a bowl atop the coffee table in the living room. Setting your bag down at the dining table, you noticed the complimentary bowl of wildflowers at the center of this table. They were arranged with care, and brought life to the small space.

“Sungchan?” You called, noting how quiet the apartment was.

With no response back, you opened your bedroom door, and saw the man had turned himself back into a cat and was sleeping at the center of your bed.

“Sungchan?” You called, confused by his choice to return to his cat form. Without warning, the cat figure changed back into his angel form, rubbing his tired eyes. “You were texting me like, ten minutes ago? How can you manage to fall sleep that fast?”

“I got to fly after years of not being able to. I guess it tuckered me out.”

“And why did you sleep in your cat form?”

“It’s called a cat nap for a reason,” he responded as if it was obvious, and you did not have it in you to kill this adorable belief of his.

“How was it to be able to fly freely?”

“Oh,” he collapsed on the bed, a wide smile on his face as his wings took up the full span of your bed, “it was incredible.”

You could only imagine the immeasurable joy he had to feel. To have been cooped up for so long to then be able to finally spread his literal wings and soar. To be weightless. You were a bit envious of this part. However, what you couldn’t stomach was him having to realize he had to return, that the feeling of freedom was simply a facade. Here he was, back in your apartment. He was safe, yes, but still hiding in a small space.

“I’m really happy to hear that,” you settled on, still standing by your doorframe. He popped off the bed then, a spring in his step as he fully stretched his body and wings out. “Thanks for the flowers by the way, they’re really lovely.”

He smiled, his eyes shutting with pricks of joy, “I thought of you when I saw them, I’m glad you like them,” his face turned slightly more serious then, “So, when are you telling your Mom?”

You scoffed in response, bringing your fingers to your temples to keep yourself sane. “I don’t know how I’m going to even broach that.”

“Hm, I could meet her over dinner? I have met her before already, in a way.”

“No- Eerie met my Mom when she visited, and she hated him.”

“Well, now I won’t be a cat sifting through her purse for candy. I’ll be a normal dude who she’ll love so much she won’t be as angry about her only kid deciding randomly to get married.”

You bit down on your bottom lip before replying, “we need to be convincing.”

“What?” he was staring blankly at you now, not understanding your stress.

“She’ll need to believe that we’re so disgustingly in love or else she’s going to think I married you because you forced me to,” you explained. Your mother was fiercely observant, so telling her you were married was going to set off alarm bells. You would need to force her to see you being so dumb in love that she believes you.

“We can do that,” Sungchan extended his hand to you then, and you looked back confused before he added, “we’ll have to practice at least holding hands to pull it off.”

You frowned, “yeah,” you then let your own fingers meet his before joining them. His hands were warm, and a sense of calm wafted through your whole being. “We’ll just practice, basic couple things I guess.”

“Has she met any of your past partners?” he asked, reaching forward again and now holding both of your hands.

“In high school, but no one passed that point,” you admitted, keeping your gaze on his chest. You were just in shock by the overwhelming calm you felt holding his hands, the one thing that made you nervous was the thought of meeting his gaze.

“Wow, I guess that makes me special then,” he chuckled, and at this you jokingly and softly shoved his shoulder. “Seriously, though, for you I will try really hard.”

“... thanks. My Mom is really great. I don’t want to freak her out too much,” you confessed, your eyes finally landing on Sungchan’s as your other hand moved to rest on his shoulder while his now free hand sat on your hip.

Fuck.

His eyes were beautiful- soft speckles of honeygold melting into the browns of his iris, all surrounding the large dilation of his pupils. Your hand on his shoulder was dangerously close to his wings, and you were trying to not remember the incident from earlier this morning. The nervous way he had whimpered when your fingers kissed his feathers, it sent butterflies shooting through your stomach.

“This is just practice,” Sungchan muttered, more to himself than to you. You tilted your head, confused as you saw him observing your face with an intent you had never noticed before. His plump lips were slightly parted as he gazed down at your own lips, and you suddenly felt frozen under his gaze. His lips looked so plump and soft, and the way they glistened you knew he had been borrowing your lip balm when you weren’t looking. You felt an electricity run between the two of you. This was something you needed to do to convince people of your relationship… right?

“Yep, this is just practice,” you emphasized, your voice in a hushed tone before shyly leaning closer towards the angel. He met your lips the instant he noticed you shift closer to him, his lips perfectly slotting your own. They were just as soft as you had hoped, and you hooked both your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands met at your lower back, pushing you closer to him as his tongue slid into past your lips and gilded with your tongue. He held you so tightly, your bodies intertwined with only the desperate noises you both released reminding you that you were not one singular being.

The front door slamming open was what drove you two apart.

“Guys!!! I’m back!” Soyeon’s voice forced you back to reality, and you shot a look of surprise at Sungchan before racing out to meet her.

God… what the hell just happened? You couldn’t believe you went so insane that you made out with Sungchan.

The guardian angel was holding several binders in her hand, all neatly labeled and alphabetized. She set them onto the coffee table before wrapping you in a tight embrace. You were still mad at Soyeon for not telling you the truth after all these years, but you were happy to have your best friend back so she could give you some advice on whatever the fuck was happening with you.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” You puffed out after you hugged her back.

“What makes you think heaven has cell phone signal?” She asked, letting you go before glaring at something over your shoulder.

“Welcome back, guardian,” Sungchan greeted, earning a scoff from Soyeon.

“I guess I was right to plan for him still being here,” Soyeon grumbled before grabbing the thinnest binder from the top of her pile. It was aptly named Sungchan’s crimes and defense.

“Did you run a background check on m?” He went to open the binder only for Soyeon to swat his hand away.

“Yes- but that’s so I can figure out how to get your crimes excused by the troop,” Soyeon then opened the binder herself, and flitted to a a divided section in the middle. “Honestly, Sungchan, why did you never get a guardian defense lawyer? I know I could do it, so if someone with more skill-.”

“I didn’t want to go to trial,” Sungchan lost all color from his face, his wings tucked tightly to him as if trying to soothe himself. “I-I… I can’t stand before their jury.”

“Dude, you just stole-.”

“I didn’t steal them. I was taking them back to the people they were stolen from,” Sungchan cut through Soyeon’s statement. “Those items were robbed from humans in that community eons ago and put up as a trophy in the library of Alexandria. We as guardians had no right to keep it.”

Your eyes were wide as you analyzed Sungchan’s statements and the anger he seemed to be holding. He was always so peppy and eager, seeing him be downright pissed off was not something you ever expected from the fallen angel.

He met your gaze, “I’m gonna give you two some time. I’ll be back.”

Sungchan had stepped out, and after a few seconds, Soyeon asked, “so what the fuck have I missed?”

*******

In about thirty minutes, you managed to give Soyeon an abridged version of events, even being sure to include what she walked into.

“Wow… I can’t believe you gave him that gold chain your grandma bought you,” she breathed out, leaning back on the couch. “I asked you to borrow it once and I swear you almost killed me.”

“Can you even kill an Angel?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she taunted. It was quiet a bit before you both awkwardly looked around and away from each other.

It was you who broke the silence, “are you only my friend because you’re my guardian angel?”

“No… I… I’m only your guardian angel because I’m your friend,” she sighed, “I was sent to the human world for my guardian training and… well your previous guardian angel was useless. I started doing his work and ended up just taking his job.”

You leaned back on the couch, taking this information in.

“As your friend,” she sighed, seeming to carefully think over her words before placing a binder on your lap, “I think you should read through what this has to say.”

Soyeon left you alone as you opened the thin binder. The first page made you squint- the bright light the wanted poster naturally emitted burning your eyes for a moment before you adjusted.

“INFORMAL NAME: SUNGCHAN

ANGELIC/ FORMAL NAME: JUNG SUNGCHAN

STATUS: FALLEN

WANTED BY: SAINT GEORGE, THE HOLY TROOPS

REASON(S): ROBBING PROTECTED SACRED TEXTS (details below) FROM THE HOLY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA. GIVING AND OR SELLING OF PROTECTED SACRED TEXT TO UNSANCTIONED HUMAN COMMUNITY.

ADDITIONAL DETAIL(S): Protected Sacred Text includes blasphemous “holy” text that contains idolatry previously worshiped by local human community. Accused was formally a guardian assigned to protect the local community and was tempted by local idolatry into betraying the trinity.

IF FOUND: Bring to closest Troop members. The accused is to stand trial before a mixed jury of disciples, and Guardians. ”

The following page was a normal sheet of paper that had a short handwritten paragraph in Soyeon’s neat scrawl.

“NOTES: Considering the worst he could actually be convicted with is temptation and theft, the argument is just that he was overwhelmed by human emotions by being the only angel in the area for so long. The text, while protected, is not actually sacred by angelic means. As long as he retrieves the books as penance, he would be forgiven super easily. He didn’t do anything horrible as a guardian as far as I could see.”

“He shouldn’t have to bring the books back,” you found yourself saying out loud, looking up to see Soyeon’s pained expression. She seemed . “It wasn’t the libraries to have in the first place… they stole it. He returned it.”

She looked down, her face wearing a downcast expression, “I know. I know that. But…” she met your eyes again, “if he wants to be free, that’ll be the best way to do it.”

“There’s no way for him to stand trial without the books? Is the best way the only way?”

She took the binder from your hand, and flitted between the two pages before looking back, “he can stand trial without them. If that’s what he wants and what you want… I’ll defend him,” she shut the binder before a confident look appeared on her face, “if I can win this case… I’ll be legendary, dude. Tell me what he says- I’ll have to prepare either way.”

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You stared blankly at the door now in front of you. It was an old oak door that your Mom had been needing to change the hinges on for the past few years. The wood wore old scratches from debris and marks that exposed its age, you had to push it roughly due to it swelling over the years, and a placard underneath the peephole had your last name that was fading.

“Should we knock?” Sungchan’s question made you jump slightly. You didn’t realize you were glaring at the door until that moment. You cleared your throat to try and cover for it.

Sungchan was still trying to reach a decision on what he should do, but in the meantime he insisted you needed to do the one thing you had been wanting to avoid for as long as possible.

You knocked on the door, taking in a deep breath as you both now quietly waited for her approaching steps.

“What if she sees your wings?” you aired the question you had been repeating for the past few hours. If your birth father was really an angel, then there was a chance your mother knew of angels and would immediately be able to see what Sungchan really was. While she never mentioned seeing Soyeon’s wings all these years, how would she react to Sungchan’s?

“You know your mom best- you’ll know what to do if she does,” he soothed, reaching forward and squeezing your hand. The two of you had avoided talking about the kiss you shared before Soyeon’s return, and didn’t want to poke at the issue further.

Still, as his hand squeezed yours you couldn’t help the butterflies that puttered in your stomach.

The door swung open and your Mom for once was speechless. She looked between you, your hand that now bore a large ring, and the man whom the hand was now attached to.

It took her a few seconds before she placed her hand to her chest and started laughing.

“Oh, wow! What a way to prank your Mother!” she lightly shoved your shoulder as she continued laughing, taking the flowers Sungchan had extended towards her. “You want to prank me as you introduce this boy to me? You’re so silly sweetie.”

You were both staring ahead in confusion as your mother continued her boisterous laughter, her back towards you both as she maneuvered into the house. With a shrug, and a resolve to get this over with, you moved forward into your family home with Sungchan in tow who closed the door behind you.

“Mom-,” you called, walking into the living room to see your mother setting the flowers into a vase, “I- this is Sungchan,” you introduced him, realizing you should probably at least let him say hello before bursting her bubble.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you,” he let go of you, immediately moving forward to hold your mother’s hand in both of his large hands, “your home is even lovelier than your daughter described. I especially love your paintings.”

You did prepare Sungchan with a few talking points, and gushing over your Mom’s artwork was common knowledge as the quickest way to get on her good side. Your mom switched between landscapes and abstract pastel paintings, and between the gold frames they sat in and the soft yellow light of the living room, it made Sungchan’s black wings have a golden hue.

You were glad your Mom couldn’t see them, and only you got to see the magic that was Sungchan. At least for this moment.

“Oh… why thank you I actually just replaced all of these and-,” she paused before snatching her hand back and frowning, “why are you, Sungchan, wearing a ring too? Isn’t that too far for some prank?”

“Mom…” you stepped forward, rejoining your hand with Sungchan’s, “so… we have something to tell you.”

Your mom collapsed on the couch, hand on her heart, “oh dear. You’re pregnant?”

You scoffed, and Sungchan chuckled under his breath, “no mom.”

“Then why are you… married to this… very tall stranger?”

You stepped closer to Sungchan, tucking one arm under his wings and around his waist and placing the other on his chest.

“Because,” he met your gaze, and you felt your stomach tighten as the moment you had to sell the most had arrived, “because, I love him. It didn’t matter if we waited two days, two months, two years or two hundred years. We just… knew.”

“When your daughter asked, I mean, how could I say no?” he tucked a hair behind your ear and you both smiled fondly. It was quiet for a beat before you heard your couch shift and your Mom sigh loudly. Looking back, she now stood in front of you too, still visibly skeptical but with the corners of her lips threatening to rise.

“Welcome to the family, Sungchan.”

********

“So, your Dad was an angel?”

It was about a week since you told your mother about your supposed marriage. Soyeon was busy preparing Sungchan’s legal defense, and you were at your apartment with Sungchan doing the dishes.

You shrugged, “that’s what the warlock at my job said.”

“You have a warlock at your job?” Sungchan handed you another clean dish to dry, his pink gloves lifting and further soaking the floor and your shirt. You didn’t mind much though as you happily dried off the dish.

“Yeah. He could see through the pictures of us on my desk that you were an angel and could sense that I was a nephilim.”

“Pretty powerful warlock… should I be jealous?” Sungchan elbowed you to joke, and you chuckled.

“Well, you aren’t my husband first of all. Second, I don’t think Yangyang is someone you should worry about.”

Sungchan hovered a dish over the sink before squarely turning to face you. “Sorry, what was his name?”

You blinked, “Yangyang?”

“So,” Sungchan continued washing the dish with a new ferocity, sneering as he did so, “the warlock that turned me into a cat for way too much money just… happens to be your coworker? What does that warlock do with all of his fucking money that he has to work a mortal job?”

“You’re kidding,” you couldn’t help but scoff, “he didn’t act like he knew you when he mentioned your pictures.”

“Well, part of his outrageous fee was his secrecy. I’ll give him that- the motherfucker could keep quiet.”

There was a silence then as you finished up the dishes. You were glad you didn’t kick Sungchan to the curb- he didn’t deserve the bad things that are after him. He was kind and thoughtful. You couldn’t help but dread what would happen after his trial- he had every right to leave you and live his life. In fact, you wanted him to live his life for himself. But… would he ever see you of his own volition? You continued drying off the dishes until they were done, your mind swimming all the while.

“Hey, do you wanna do something cool?” Sungchan asked once you put the dishes away. You raised an eyebrow before he extended his hand towards you. Your heart leapt to your throat before joining your hands together and followed him out of the apartment and up to the roof of the complex.

You didn’t live in a tall apartment building by any means, but even being on the roof of only a six floor building made you a little nervous.

“What are we doing?” you asked, hands still together.

“Have you ever wanted to fly?” His question made your heart stop and your eyes widen.

You ignored your innate fear of heights and nodded. He pulled you closer to him before spinning you around so that your back was pressed to his front. Your breathing stopped for a moment as he wrapped his hands around your waist and squeezed you closely against him.

“I’m not going to let you go,” he whispered, his lips kissing your ear, “are you ready?”

Your bottom lip trembling, you squeezed his forearm before nodding, “yes.”

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Because of the infuriating lack of masturbation fics on this app (and anywhere, really) I decided to put it upon myself to fill that content hole with steamy solo sessions full of love and lust. (Yes, I worded this unnecessarily dramatic to create a humorous effect.)

The following posts will provide you with short fics (<2k) about all the kinks you could wish for — including some hard ones so please read the warnings before diving head first into this... filth.

🌙 Taeil (feat. Haechan)

• 1022 words

• degradation, face sitting, mxm content

🪐 Johnny

• 1110 words

• muscle kink and imagined oral

🌹 Taeyong

• 667 words

• nipple play, drool, coming untouched

🌪 Yuta

• 898 words

• anal fingering, toys

�� Kun

• 1146 words

• edging, dry orgasm, overstimulation

🖤 Doyoung

• 780 words

• exhibitionism, pillow humping

🗝 Ten

• 1035 words

• sex toys, anal

🐚 Jaehyun

• 789 words

• panty fetish

🪵 WinWin

• 1180 words

• breath play, choking

🫧 Jungwoo

• 927 words

• mirror, crossdressing, butt plug

⚡️ Lucas

• 897 words

• pillow humping, drool, muscle kink

🌊 Mark

• 941 words

• accidental voyeurism, nipple play

🪨 Xiaojun

• 749 words

• omorashi, watersports, fingering

🍯 Hendery

• 1158 words

• tentacle porn, cumming in pants

🍃 Renjun

• 795 words

• shower, temperature play, fingering

🌧 Jeno

• 853 words

• porn, shibari

🧸 Haechan (feat. Renjun)

• 1263 words

• mutual masturbation, mxm content

☕️ Jaemin

• 1122 words

• camboy, toys, overstimulation

🎮 YangYang

• 853 words

• fanfiction

🌼 Shotaro

• 743 words

• exhibitionism, wet dream

🪁 Sungchan (feat. Taeyong)

• 999 words

• voyeurism

📖 Chenle

• 771 words

• face-fucking, Haechan (?)

🔮 Jisung

• 728 words

• first time

#nct #nct smut #nct fanfic #smut #kpop #nct 127 #nct dream #kpop smut #boy masturbates #nct dream masterlist #nct 127 masterlist #nct masterlist #masterlist #wayv masterlist

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totheseok · 2 days

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i NEED rii7e to make tiktoks or reels dancing to this song

tell me eunseok and sungchan wouldn't DEVOUR

#lord plsplsplspls #like the “get ur number” part #pls see my vision #hshhdjejdje #riize #eunsoek #sungchan #nini's thoughts ॢ₎#Spotify

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riizeblr · 4 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon/noncon, bully!sungchan x reader

sungchan’s neck began to ache, the persistent craning of his head straining the muscles but he couldn’t bring himself to back away. you aren’t even looking at him, your facade fallen and directed at the stained carpet of the library. there was a faint smell of vomit beneath the dusty smell of neglected textbooks, but his senses peaked and focused on the sweet waft of perfume on your skin.

“are you avoiding me?” he questions uselessly. sungchan knows the answer. of course you are. you had been sneaking away from him all day, turning corners and changing your usual seat in the library. sungchan was elated when you finally wandered into the tall shelves. he knew you were searching for a copy of the textbook he had ruthlessly ruined days before. he wedges his knee between yours, delicious heat seeping into his jeans. “huh?”

“no,” you whisper, lightly shaking your head once.

sungchan lifts his hand a little too quick, making you flinch and hold your breath, preparing yourself for what he might do. you let the air go, going even more stiff when he simply grazes your cheek, curls his fingers around your chin and lifts your head. he examines your face, your expression showing nervousness and fear, your eyes blinking rapidly.

“you better not be,” sungchan lowers his voice, pointing his eyes. he extends his pout, “I’d be sad if you did. you know I like seeing you.” his remaining hand falls to your hips, “especially here. where no one can see.”

you look away again, peering over his broad shoulders. you always do, knowing how sungchan liked to pull you away until you were just out of sight to worry your pretty little head, make you go against him enough to provoke him.

you eyes glaze over, breathing in deep. sungchan’s heart skips but he makes a face of disgust, “pathetic little crybaby. I haven’t even done anything.”

you swipe your thumb over your eyes, tickling his thumb as you do so. “what’re you doing that for?” sungchan leans in closer, “you’re gonna end up crying anyway. you know I like it when you do.”

your thumb glides across your other fingers, smearing the salty tears over them. “you look so pathetic when you do… your eyes such a pretty red color and you’re hot to the touch, your face is sticky, and wet, hiccuping and struggling to breath…” he pauses, pouting again, “you look so fucking stupid. you know that, right?”

you nod, the first of many tears pushing against your waterline.

“it’s because you’re so humiliated, isn’t it? you’re so embarrassed that I make you get off by humping my thigh like a stupid little dog. I walk around smelling like you, you know. makes me sick to my stomach when I remember how desperate you get, whimpering and crying like a little baby when I don’t help you.”

sungchan shifts his knee, the rough material of his pants rubbing against the flimsy fabric of your underwear. he glances down, seeing your bare thighs tight around his, your skirt fanned out across them, hiding the way he uses his hand on your hip to keep your steady as he begins to move his leg. “you act like you don’t want it,” he looks at you, seeing the first of many tears break through your waterline, rolling down your face, “but soon enough you’ll be rutting against me like a little bitch.”

#tw dubcon #tw noncon #discography !#feat. sungchan !#bully!sungchan #[ 🔖 ]#sungchan x reader #sungchan smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #riize drabbles #dark riize #dark sungchan #yandere riize #riize scenarios #riize #sungchan

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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GAME OF SURVIVAL — collab masterlist

❝ Who’s in the shadows? Who’s ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? ❞ — Game of Survival, Ruelle

Below is the compiled list of entries for the collaboration. Last updated: July 1, 2022.

VENOMOUS | NAKAMOTO YUTA

summary. born into the underworld, crime was all you’d known your entire life and was practically in your blood - murder, drugs, money, power, and everything in between. in spite of your father leading one of the two major gangs that dominated asia, you managed to keep safe. but all that changes once the rival gang has bad blood to settle with your father, and suddenly a vendetta’s being pursued against you. writer. @lisired genre. crime!au, thriller, angst pairing. bodyguard!yuta x female reader warnings. graphic violence, mentions of drugs/drugging, character death, implied smut, implied misogynistic behavior, mentions of dv, one instance of attempted abuse(?), mc’s father is an asshole word count. 18.8k

SUGAR AND SALT: THE GAME OF TRUST | LEE MARK

summary. in a game of trust, you and mark lee compete for 1 million dollars- just the right amount of money that could solve all of your problems. the rules of the game are simple: after completing three challenges, all carefully crafted to test your trust with your partner, the team that trusts each other completely, wins. you think you’ve got it all under your control and there’s no way you and mark aren’t the best candidates, however, you find out you’ve been wrong. because you know what they say– don’t trust everything you see. even salt looks like sugar. writer. @rrxnjun genre. dystopian, sci-fi, survival, action, angst pairing. mark lee x female reader warnings. mentions of death and near-death experiences, gore, the criminal law works differently in this universe because i simply said so! word count. 12.9k

YOU’RE NEXT | XIAO DEJUN

summary. you go to the middle of nowhere for a team building of a company you joined only a few weeks ago, but can there be other games involved? writer. @jaesqueso genre. co-worker!au pairing. co-worker!xiaojun x female reader (feat the rest of the lets play ball unit as other co-workers) warnings. strong language, suggestive but no actual description of anything, death, blood, descriptive murders, mentions of Squid Game, inspired by the movie “you’re next” word count. 5.1k

NO LONGER HUMAN | NA JAEMIN

summary. in which you plunged face first into the horrors of a world left abandoned for three centuries in search of your only friend, na jaemin, wondering how you’d fare in a world where the species perched on top of the food chain were no longer human. writer. @neo-shitty genre. angst, slight fluff, post-apocalyptic!au, childhood bestfriends to ???!au pairing. na jaemin x gender-neutral reader warnings. mentions of injuries and bullying, mutual pining, violence, slight gore, character death(s), mentions of injury, swearing, non-sexual nudity word count. 30k~

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SAFE AND SOUND | ZHONG CHENLE

summary. after the second rebellion, an unsuccessful attempt to overthrow panem’s government, the districts are once again subject to the notorious hunger games. except, this time, the games have been given a little twist. now faced with the possibility of having two victors from the same district return home, two district 7 tributes are forced to overcome their life-long rivalry to make it out in one piece. writer. @doderyscoffee genre. angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, love triangle(ish), forced proximity, hunger games!au, tribute!au, dystopian!au pairing. tribute!zhong chenle x tribute!fem!reader (oc) (ft. tribute!jung sungchan) warnings. language, major(ish) and minor character death, death, murder (descriptive), gore, blood, hives (on feet), mentions of suicide/ideation, death threats, hunting, mentions of cannibalism (non-descriptive), mentions of throwing up, mentions of being cut, mentions/implications of ptsd, bittersweet ending, Y/N and Chenle are both 16, Sungchan is 17, Y/N and Chenle both kill, Y/N has a scar on her leg, some inaccuracies for sake of plot

[ teaser link ] [ part one ] [ part two ]

#nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #collab: game of survival

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whatsgoingoninkpop1989 · 8 months

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Task 1 600 word creating generative value.

K-pop’s next big hit: the rise of RIIZE

Todays blog was inspired by news of RIIZE’s successful debut detailed in this article by Riely Miller.

Welcome back everyone! Today we are talking about the rise of RIIZE! Just who are they and where did these monster rookies come from!?

Rise is a Kpop boy group under SM entertainment that have just debuted with a single album on the 4th of September. The group consists of seven members named Shotaro, Eunseok, Sungchan, Wonbin, Seunghan, Sohee, and Anton.

It’s now been just over a week and sale results are out for the first tracking week of RIIZE’s “Get a guitar” single album. They’ve managed to achieve a ground breaking record with their debut single album. That record is becoming a million seller group. This means their single album has sold over 1 million copies within the first week of being released. What makes this more amazing is that this is a feat many groups have never achieved throughout long careers and RIIZE has done it with their debut.

So how did RIIZE do it? And what allowed for this rapid success?

Well leading up to the release of their single album debut, it was available for preorder. In Kpop many fans will preorder a song or album before it comes out so that on release day they get access to the song straight away. Other benefits of preordering are that fans will receive the physical copy of the music release first-even before retailers! These pre orders made during the week leading up to a release are known as pre-sales; which guarantee ahead of release a set amount of sales.

Now how does this relate to RIIZE? Well the group was pretty much guaranteed to break records with their debut sales before their debut even happened.

This is because RIIZE had garnered a whopping “1,032,144 million stock pre-orders for their upcoming debut album "Get A Guitar."”

Reaching over one million sales within a week of debut really is a massive accomplishment for RIIZE. Comparing them to their boy group peers that have debuted in recent years like the group Enhyphen, who in 2020 debuted and held the highest sale debut of that year with 280,873 copies sold during the one week period after their debut, it becomes obvious how insane selling one million copies for a debut is.

Part of RIIZE’s successful debut is due to them having a pre release. That’s right, RIIZE actually had a prerelease single that was put on streaming platforms two weeks before their debut single was released. But why would they prerelease a song before they’ve even debuted? Just how does a pre release help an artist out in Kpop? There are two usual reasons for a pre release.

As Kendall from Kendall’s Kpop blog describes, “1. To build hype about an upcoming album or 2. To present fans with a taste of the musical direction a release is going to take”.

And in the case of RIIZE’s pre release its both built hype for their single album and given fans a taste of the type of music they can expect from RIIZE in future.

The other part of their success is due to being from the Kpop entertainment pioneers SM entertainment. SM is a large corporation with many successful groups under their belt like Girls generation, SHINEE, Aespa and NCT. So in debuting under SM RIIZE was guaranteed an audience from the get go.

Now seeing how successful RIIZE’s debut was, I believe going forward SM entertainment has found their new money makers.

Til next time,

Tom(KBlogBQ),

Toodles.

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop icons #kpop news #riize #riize wonbin #riize shotaro #riize sungchan #riize anton #riize icons

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ask-theticklefiends · 1 year

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to deer spirit sungchan, how did you beat shotaro without magic? sounds like quite a feat...

Deer Spirit Sungchan: it is, but since I'm quite a bit taller than him,, it tends to help out a lot. Taro likes to practice new spells, so sometimes it's better to sit and wait for an opening!

#answers !#anonie friend #Deer Spirit Sungchan

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01zfan · 3 months

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song eunseok | s. es

safe for work . . . . . . not safe for work

bad idea, right?

in the middle (feat. jung sungchan)

summer

your birthday

keyring

malpractice

argue with you: part one | part two | part three

#masterlistz #01zfan: eunseok #eunseokz #eunseok smut

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AN ANGEL, MY ANGEL, AND ME- PT. 1

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Fallen Angel!Sungchan x Reader (she/her) Teaser // Preview // 1 // 2 // 3

[Feat.] Soyeon from (G)i-dle, Shotaro from Riize, and BoA

Chp. Word Count 5.7k Synopsis Finding out your best friend is a guardian angel is pretty mind numbing. It only gets worse when you find out a Fallen Angel has been hiding in your apartment for two years. You think your life can’t get any weirder, until you start lying about being married to keep your new job. Genre Low Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, Ridiculously Fluffy, some angst, fake dating Chapter Warnings Swearing, Food/ Eating, cops/ fictional police force, Catholic Religious imagery, HR interview violation

CHAPTER ONE- THE BLACK CAT CONSPIRACY

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You uncomfortably picked at your cuticles, anxious by the lack of activity in your email. It had only been a week since you started applying for jobs, and yet already you had begun feeling discouraged. The candle you lit in your room a few hours ago filled your lungs with eucalypts, and you still had not been able to calm down. You knew the candle couldn’t exactly work miracles, but still! Your cat sat on your lap, and you quietly dusted off the cuticles that blemished his black fur.

“Sorry, Eerie,” you muttered. You scratched his ear delicately, and he leaned against your hand to show his forgiveness.

“Hey! I’m gonna order a pizza, do you want to split it?” your roommate walked in through your open door, plopping herself on your bed with her eyes on her phone. Your cat turned its head as if to glare at her before placing himself back down.

“Sure,” you responded dryly, still tugging at the loose cuticle. Soyeon looked up from her phone to see your bright computer screen.

“Not this again,” she grumbled. She stood up from your bed and kicked your chair away. Your cat leapt out from your lap and scampered to the corner of your room, hissing at your roommate.

“Hey! You scared Eerie!” you sat up to move her away but she was quick to close all of your computer tabs.

“You need to chill the fuck out. We still have a month left before graduation,” Soyeon reminded before snatching your hand to hold in front of your face, “you are out of cuticles,” she then tossed your hand down and turned her gaze to the cat that hissed at her, “and that cat is always scared.”

You sighed in defeat, “my brain knows objectively that you’re right, but can’t help it. I have to start paying back these student loans soon..”

“I’m ordering the pizza, and we’re watching something.”

You and Soyeon sat on the couch eating your pizza as Ouran High School Host Club played on your living room screen. Eerie sat next to you on the couch, cuddled up against your side as he seemingly watched the screen.

“How many times have we seen this show?” Soyeon asked. The pizza had long been finished, and the empty box sat in front of you on the coffee table, covering the extensive bridal and wedding magazines you had been taking notes on.

“I lost count after the seventh rewatch,” you shrugged, “I think Eerie’s seen it like four times at this point.”

“That cat is fucking weird,” she muttered this sentiment for the one millionth time since you brought the cat home.

“He’s just a little eccentric,” you defended. You scratched the cat behind the ears, and you felt him lean closely into your hand.

“He’s like… I swear he’s like a person,” Soyeon hissed.

“If he was, then he would have to pay his own pet rent.”

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“Remember your final exam will be cumulative,” your professor reminded your class the following morning. You rubbed your temples, hoping the motion would stifle the headache you were nursing to no avail.

You were stuffing your backpack as the rest of the lecture hall emptied. You had another lecture in about two hours, so you weren’t in much of a rush all things considered. Running up through your mental to-do list, you figured you’d get some extra studying done before lecture, and afterwards you’d grab some more kitty litter. Leaving the hall, your pace was followed by someone you had only seen in class and never spoke to outside of that.

“Hey, do you get anything the professor has been going on about?”

“Oh… yeah it’s a bit complicated.”

“My name’s Shotaro,” he smiled brightly despite his seeming distress. “I noticed you’re the only one the prof doesn’t call on, and I figure it’s because they know you know your stuff.”

He did have a point. In your undergrad years, you were a pretty intense student and always visited all of your professors' office hours. While you weren’t as obsessive as a graduate student, you still submitted all of your coursework on time with excellent grades.

“I’m y/n,” you nodded. There was an awkward pause before Shotaro asked the question you were dreading- if he could pick your brain before the next lecture.

Sitting next to him in the library, you sat for about an hour, the young man scooched a little closer to you than you would have liked.

“So, these two would be contrasting then, yeah?” he asked, pointing between two choices.

“Yep!” you nodded before glancing back at the time. “Ah, I’ve gotta go.”

You turned towards your backpack that sat between the two of you before glancing back up. In an attempt to help, Shotaro had shut your notebook and held it in his hand, extending it towards you. Maybe he was a bit strange, but he didn’t seem harmful, at least.

You returned home later that day, exhausted, the kitty litter bag heavy on your arm as you entered.

You shut the door behind you, Eerie immediately wrapping himself around your ankles. You smiled, crouching down to pet the cat behind his ears. He seemed unbothered, continuing to rub his scent between your now outstretched hand and ankles.

“I didn’t see any animals today, buddy,” you chuckled. Eerie scrunched up his face as if to respond to you. You stood up, and made your way to your room with Eerie following closely behind you. You began the process of taking your laptop out so you could start up on more job applications when something slipped out of your backpack onto the floor of your room.

“Huh?” you frowned, bending down to pick it up only to hear Eerie hiss and scramble out of your room. “What the fuck?” you shook your head, picking up the small black string bag that you had no recollection of ever owning. Carefully undoing the string, you dropped its contents into your hand- a small, smooth, green and silver gemstone. You heard the front door open, but instead of greeting Soyeon you stayed in your room, holding the gemstone high above your head and towards the light to try and see if you could figure out what it was.

“Hey, why is that stupid cat cowering behind the couch?” Soyeon asked.

“I have no idea, this rock fell out of my bag and he-,” you looked over at Soyeon and froze. Your eyes widened, and your grip on the rock tightened in fear as you tried to make sense of the image of your best friend of several years before you.

“Hey, is everything okay?” she took a step towards you, and you hesitantly took a step back. Her white wings were protruding from her back and were massive- how could you have never seen something like this? No- was this even real?

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut before opening them. Nothing changed besides the worry on Soyeon’s face.

“Soyeon, what the fuck is that on your back?” you cried. You watched the wings expand slightly as if you had ruffled them with your words.

She glanced back, ignoring the wings before looking back at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude, you have fucking wings!” you yelled, waving the stone in your hand as if to gesture to the giant wings she had. Her eyes widened before she stepped forward as if to speak to you in a more hushed tone. You panicked, and rushed past her and out of your room and into the living room, hoping to put some distance between the two of you.

“How long have you had those things!? What the fuck is going on? Oh god I’m losing it,” you shut your eyes again, massaging your temples with an aggressive pressure as you tried to sift through your memories. You met Soyeon over ten years ago, and while she was more outgoing than you, and was always there for you, she had never had wings or seemed abnormal in any way. You had met her family for heaven’s sake!

You opened your eyes again, now with your back to your couch as you sood your ground. Soyeon entered the space slowly, hands extended to show that she was no danger to you.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” her voice was soft, her head hanging low.

“I know that! I know you won’t hurt me, Soyeon! But what the fuck is going on?” you were a little insulted that she thought you were scared of her. You weren’t! You were more shocked than anything else!

“Can… can I see that rock?” she squinted, and extended an open palm. Nervously, you took a small step forward. You heard Eerie hiss angrily behind the couch, so once you placed the gemstone in your roommates hand, you moved to dig the cat out from his hiding spot, the area between the wall and the couch.

“Seraphinite…” Soyeon muttered as you looked over the back of the couch. Eerie was shaking, his brown eyes staring up in fear as you went to reach out towards him before Soyeon sprung out next to you, grabbing the cat by his scruff and yanking him out of his crevice.

“Soyeon!” you shouted, going to take the cat out of her grasp before you watched in horror as she solved the gemstone between the cat's bared teeth.

That was when, the cat you adopted over two years ago, transformed from a black cat into a man that was a foot taller than Soyeon and with dark, black wings.

“I knew it! I knew you weren’t a normal fucking cat!” Soyeon cheered, yanking the stone out of the mouth of the man that suddenly stood in your living room.

“I… I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, leaning on the couch for support.

“See? Now you spooked her,” the man spoke. You heard a thud before a set of small arms wrapped around you to help you sit down on the couch. Your stomach turned as you looked before the two beings now standing before you- Soyeon’s bright white wings absorbing most of the light in the room, and the being formerly known as Eerie the cat’s wings were pure black.

“Fuck off! I should have the troops called on your ass so I can collect the bounty,” she hissed.

“Who the fuck are you?” you asked, trying to rack your brain for anytime Eerie seemed to, y’know, not be a cat.

“Well,” he sat down on the floor in front of you, as if he had been waiting to be asked, “I have a lot of names-.”

“Asshole,” Soyeon cut him off, earning a glare before he continued.

“But, you can call me Sungchan. I’m a fallen angel.”

“An-angel,” you repeated this word to test it out, still reeling. He nodded, reaching back to scratch a spot on his wings.

“He’s had a bounty on his head for three years… I never imagined you would have accidentally adopted a fallen angel disguising himself as a shelter cat.”

“She didn’t exactly adopt me from a shelter,” Sungchan spoke, and your eyes widened.

“Shut up! Don’t change the subject!” you jumped in. You had sort of found the black cat wandering on your college campus, and the cat had taken to following you around so much- and you were so lonely at the time. You told Soyeon you adopted Eerie from the shelter, but it was more like you adopted him directly off the streets. “Soyeon, are you an angel too?”

She nodded, “yes- but I’m not a fallen angel, I’m actually a guardian.”

“Oh, so original. Posing as a normal best friend,” Sungchan teased, earning a punch in the arm from Soyeon.

You blinked, “you're my guardian angel?”

“Duh,” she chuckled.

You were reeling, placing a hand on your forehead as you tried to understand the goddamn nightmare occuring before your eyes.

“Oh my god, you��ve seen me change! And- and get out of the shower!” you shouted, leaping up from the couch.

“Hey! Hey! I always looked away!” he defended, raising his hands in defense.

“Why would you pretend to be my cat for so long? You ate cat food and pissed in a litter box,” you argued, now just irritated by the amount you’ve spent on cat litter for seemingly no reason.

“Listen, I don’t know why, but being around you has prevented people from catching me! Plus, I got free room and board,” he shrugged.

“Soyeon, you can’t sense other angels?” you asked, waving your hands wildly. For her being your guardian angel, you couldn’t fathom her not knowing about the fallen angel living as a cat with you this whole time.

“I normally can, I also can typically sense charms… I don’t know why I couldn’t sense him,” she seemed upset before adding, “I’m sorry I let you down.”

“Typical guardian,” Sungchan scoffed. You sent him a glare before softening your gaze to Soyeon.

“You didn’t let me down… maybe that charm was just stronger than usual.”

“It’s not, but like I said, being around you has made it so I don’t get noticed,” Sungchan jumped in. “You’re a bit of a freak for a human.”

“I am not a freak. I’m a grad student in a large amount of debt with apparently two angels for roommates.”

“That is pretty abnormal, though,” Soyeon frowned, “I’m gonna need to do some research.”

“At the library of Alexandria, right?” Sungchan stood up, and maneuvered to the kitchen as if he owned the space. “It was always too packed for my taste.”

“We’re kicking him out, right?” Soyeon asked the obvious question as Sungchan rifled through your pantry and took out your chips.

“Oh my god I thought Soyeon was the one eating all of my chips,” you groaned. While, on the one hand, it would make sense to kick the mooch to the curb, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the guy. “Who are you running from?”

“The troops are the cops for angels basically. I may have… tried to sell some ancient artifacts to humans,” Sungchan scratched the back of his neck before adding, “but I wouldn’t steal from you! I swear!” He continued munching on your chips then with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’m highly considering it,” you looked back at your roommate with a frown. The former cat jumped, leaving the chips in the kitchen before rushing back in front of you.

“Please let me stay! I can transform back into a cat and we can pretend like nothing ever happened!”

You and Soyeon both scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Please! I’ll… I’ll do the dishes! Neither of you two like doing those.”

“Hey, we’re both busy,” you defended.

“Plus, I don’t even need a new bed or anything! I can stay where I always sleep!”

“Which is on my bed, you perv!” You snapped, throwing the couch pillow at his head.

He caught it easily before continuing, “then I’ll sleep on the floor. Please! I’ve taken care of all the rodents and bugs that keep trying to come into this apartment!”

“I can’t knowingly harbor a fugitive,” Soyeon insisted, running her fingers through her hair.

Sungchan looked at you with big, pleading eyes, his hands folded together in a prayer pose. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated beyond belief. These past two years though, having a cat around really has made things less painful. Those late study nights where he would sit on your lap, the multiple failed first dates where he tried to never leave you alone.

You already had to deal with the change of realizing Soyeon was not organically your best friend, you weren’t sure if you could handle job hunting on top of not having a third being around.

“Oh my god you’re gonna keep him.”

“What- does being my guardian angel mean you can read my mind?”

“No dumb ass it means I can read your face like a book,” she stood up and shoved a finger against Sungchan’s chest, “if you hurt her, I will call the troops on you so fast-.”

“Why would I want to hurt the only reason I’m not currently locked up?” he countered, furrowing his brows.

Soyeon loudly groaned before turning back to face you, “I… I’m sure you have a lot of other questions.”

“How come I can… see you both now?”

Soyeon extended her hand and placed the rock on your lap. “Seraphinite. It’s a rock that’s used to identify Angels… how did you even get this?”

“I bet it was that dude you were with earlier,” Sungchan muttered, his face downturned.

“Dude… oh my god is that why you were trying to scent my legs when I got home?”

Soyeon slapped her forehead, muttering her frustrations before taking a deep breath. “Now, you’re going to see… all of the angels that co-exist on this plane of existence… unless…”

“Unless?”

“I… could wipe this from your brain,” she offered. You were frozen for a moment before you stood up, your eyes never wavering from Soyeon’s.

“You’ve done that before?”

“No! Oh my god, no never!” she stood up, grabbing your shoulders, “I swear, I never have. I just-.”

“I’m going to bed,” you broke from her grip, your feet padding on the floor quietly as Sungchan began laughing loudly at Soyeon.

You didn’t sleep much. Between the realization that Angels were real, that your best friend was not really the person you thought she was, and the fact that your cat was actually also an angel, you weren’t wired to sleep well if at all.

In the morning, you were greeted by a snoring Sungchan on the couch, and a note from Soyeon on the dining room counter.

“Giving you space. Love you bestie, and I am always there for you. Getting info, will be back asap,” you read aloud as your coffee heated up. You sighed, leaving the note on your counter as you continued mixing your coffee before starting your day.

“What are you doing today?” Sungchan’s voice made you jump, nearly dropping your mug.

“Ah! Fuck, I’m used to your bell so you don’t sneak up on me,” you defended, placing a hand on your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m going to class.”

“Take me with you!”

“Are you crazy?” you responded, taking a sip of your coffee in hopes that you’d regain some energy to deal with this.

“Please? The only time I’ve left this apartment is whenever you would take me to the vet! I promise I won’t draw any attention! Plus… your actual guardian angel isn’t here!” “I don’t need a guardian angel,” you spat.

“Fine, your best friend isn’t here. I’ll be the person you can talk to after class during lunch!” his eyes were wide and his wings were tucked closely to his body, as if he was trying to keep his energy and nerves bottled up. You didn’t understand the logistics, but it seemed that staying at your apartment was just as safe as being out and about with you. He was likely desperate to move around somehow.

“Fine… but I have a job interview after class, so I’m gonna have to bring you back here before that.”

He nodded excitedly, the restrictions seeming to have no weight on him at all. So, now you sat in the back of the full lecture hall with Sungchan, who wore a smile the whole time despite not knowing a single thing the professor said. You, however, were glaring at the several apparent guardian angels in the class.

You learned that most Angels were blocked from human observation due to a charm that settled onto the world. Whenever anything atypical occurred (like, an angel knocking something over with their wings), the charm would make it so it appeared it was something normal. So, to the humans, the Angels appeared like any other average person. Sungchan explained that despite him being hunted down by several Angels, that being near you strengthened the charm enough that other Angels saw him as a normal human if they didn’t look too hard.

Convenient for him. Weird for you.

You were surprised to see that Shotaro was not one of the guardian angels in your class. Considering he was the only person physically close enough to you to drop the seraphinite in your bag, you expected him to also have those large, white, Angel wings. Instead, he seemed perfectly normal.

Lecture ended, and you sat still as everyone piled out of the class, all except for Shotaro who stared back at you two expectantly.

“So, you can see him now,” he had a bright grin, and you frowned.

“What the hell are you?” You asked, standing tall from your seat.

“Same thing as you,” was his reply before bounding out of the classroom.

“God dammit,” you muttered. You didn’t have time to chase after the weirdo- you needed to go back to your place to drop off Sungchan and change for your interview.

On your walk back, you decided to air some more of your questions.

“So, how come fallen angels are also just allowed to wander around?” you had noticed that while there were definitely a few more guardian angels around, there was still a substantial amount of fallen angels with their darkened wings wandering around without a second thought.

“Fallen Angels are all former Guardian Angels. They could at some point be forgiven and become Guardians again, but the only difference is that they don’t have a task directly from the man upstairs. Troops are technically Fallen Angels too, since they aren’t directly God’s task force, but rather are led by Saint George.”

“So, do most guardians assume Fallen Angels they see are Troops?”

“Yeah. Most Fallen Angels that choose to wander the surface are Troops, anyways,” he nodded. You were approaching your apartment complex now, mulling over this new found information.

“What kind of charm lets you turn into a cat, anyways?”

“What? You can believe in angels but not in witches and warlocks?”

You forced a groan, “of course.”

“Thanks again for taking me with you!” Sungchan chirped once you returned to your apartment. “And y’know… thanks for letting me stay with you.”

You stopped your path to your bedroom to glance back to Sungchan who was now perched on your couch.

“Don’t mention it.”

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You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The slacks you wore had a wrinkle that you missed when ironing, and there was a small chip on your nails. You cleared your throat awkwardly, looking over your clean resume to hand to the interviewer. Your rings sat on your right hand, glistening in the overly bright office lights. The secretary was tapping away at his keyboard, and had hardly paid you any mind when you checked in fifteen minutes early for your interview.

The secretary’s office line rang and he swiftly picked it up. You straightened your back when he glanced your way before he hung up the phone.

“Director Kwon will see you now,” he gestured to the large oak door behind him before returning to his work.

“Thanks,” your voice was soft as you passed his desk before entering the Editor-in-Chief of the largest bridal magazines office. The office walls were a soft pastel pink, all lined with different covers the magazine had printed during its one hundred years in existence. The fresh peonies scent was attributed to the several vases of the flowers in different colors and arrangements all organized throughout the space. Director Kwon’s desk, though, was a mess. It was filled with papers, magazines, and framed photos of what looked like her family.

“Welcome! Please, sit,” Director Kwon gestured to the emerald chairs directly in front of her glass desk. She turned her swivel chair to face you, and smiled.

“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me,” you returned the smile, doing your best to keep calm before you stretched your hand, handing over your resume.

The interview went surprisingly well. Director Kwon was energetic, humorous, and was incredibly responsive to your answers and questions. Everything was perfect- until…

“Now, I know HR says I can’t ask this anymore,” her voice lowered, and you felt like you were being let in on a secret, “but, you don’t have the best wedding source from people who aren’t at least engaged,” she rolled her eyes before looking back. “So, honey, are you married?”

You panicked. You really wanted this job. Plus, they always say to fake it ‘til you make it, right? Without missing a beat you seamlessly moved a ring from your right hand onto your left ring finger.

“Is it obvious?” you giggled, lifting your hand to show Director Kwon the ring. She slapped the desk excitedly, writing down a note on your resume. You could pretend to be married- easy enough.

“What’s their name? Pretty gal like you needs to be with someone just as beautiful- I bet the wedding was gorgeous.”

Their name? You panicked. Fuck. You were backed into a corner of HR violations already- you couldn’t not reply.

“S-Sungchan. My husband’s name is Sungchan,” you forced your smile, and in the silence you could not stop talking, “we met on a blind date two years ago and just decided on a whim to get married a few months back!”

The train ride back home after the interview was full of shame and regret. Why did you even respond? Director Kwon should not have ask you that, but fuck, you really wanted this job. Your feelings only festered when you got back home and smelled something burning in the kitchen. You threw your bag down, walking in to see Sungchan spraying the fire extinguisher at the inflamed pan on the stovetop. You stood in shock as he ran through the living room to open the windows to the night sky in an attempt to help the smoke dissipate after the flame died, then proceeded to rush in front you to explain everything.

“I left the tortillas on the stovetop just for a second… I was going to make you dinner… I’m so sorry!” he seemed like he was crying, and he was wailing in sorrow about his slight error.

You sighed, “it’s okay, Sungchan.”

He wrapped you in a giant hug, his wings enveloping you too in the process. How was someone so soft and excitable a fallen Angel? Especially one that was on the run from people that wanted him locked up.

The following week was when you got the call that you got the job. You were so excited, and Sungchan seemed to be in incredibly high spirits for you. Sure, in the office you would have to pretend that a Fallen Angel/ your Former Cat/ your Current Roommate was your husband, but a little lie can't hurt, right?

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You were finishing your breakfast as you texted Soyeon. Your messages weren’t going through as normal, and you were unsure at this point if she was even getting them. Defeated, you set your phone down and stared aimlessly ahead at the kitchen before a thud called your attention.

“Damn,” Sungchan muttered, now on the floor. He didn’t fit well on the couch, something you had been noticing as of late. He was tall already, and his large wings weren’t helping. While he could transform into a cat, you had learned that it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Begrudgingly, you got up from the counter and slightly nudged the angel with your foot.

“Go sleep on my bed. I’m about to leave for work,” you offered. It wasn’t like Sungchan had never slept on your bed before. In fact, when he was just Eerie to you, he usually slept either on the foot of your bed or under the sheets with you.

“Are you sure?” his voice was groggy, and he sat up with his eyes still shut.

“Of course,” you affirmed before checking the time on your phone. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later. Are you gonna come with me to do groceries?”

“Of course,” he nodded before standing up and hobbling into your bedroom.

Sungchan and you had formed a healthy routine. In the mornings, when you were still in school, you would quietly step out for class having already grabbed the lunch the man had put together for you. When you got back, you would either fully engage in questions with Sungchan, or run errands with him. He enjoyed sitting quietly in the same room as you, but since he hadn’t been able to speak to anyone for quite a while, he was elated to have your ear when you gave him the time.

Your job, however, was more convoluted than you had initially planned. As it turned out, your boss had disseminated the information that you were married to everyone- and the concept of marriage was the only thing your coworkers would speak about beyond actual job duties.

“Do you and Sungchan want to renew your vows?”

“Does Sungchan snore? My wife snores.”

“Do you and Sungchan want kids? Or lots of pets?”

Fuck! Doing your job would be a cinch if not for the constant lies and avoiding you had to do to get by.

Sure- Sungchan was otherworldly attractive, but he was also an angel. Sungchan was also very sweet- but he was also likely terrified of being kicked to the curb and fed to the troops.

You groaned to yourself, burying your face in your hands as you took the short train ride back home.You had been in this spiral since Soyeon left and since you started this job. You could really use your best friend- even if she was only your friend because she was your guardian angel.

“Do you think the character someone plays as in super smash brothers indicates what kind of person they are?” Sungchan asked as you both made your way through the grocery store isles together. He had taken to playing on your nintendo switch as well as leafing through your old psychology textbooks in his downtime and it was really showing.

“Um… I guess it depends on the smash game,” you mulled over, grabbing the bag of chips off the shelf. Sungchan was wrapped in an obnoxiously large coat despite the gross summer heat. It helps keep his wings more tightly pressed to his body and less likely to accidentally bump into something.

“They’re not all the same?” he was leaning against the cart, his head tilting as if this information never occurred to him.

“Yeah. Meta Knight was almost banned from competitive play for Super Smash Bros Brawl because he was way too overpowered.”

“... interesting,” he muttered, his gaze focused now on the ground beneath him as if he was mapping out a plan of action. You chuckled to yourself, moving ahead with the cart as Sungchan began asking you several questions about the differences in the smash franchise.

“... honey?” this voice made you freeze, although Sungchan continued speaking until he saw the fear in your eyes.

“Gr-Grandma,” you tried to keep your voice still, but your stutter gave you away.

“Honey, you look lovely,” she stated as if she did not just see you last week at your Mother’s place. Much to your dismay, she made eye contact with Sungchan and smiled sweetly, “and who is this… very tall young man?”

“Oh, it is you!” This new voice nearly brought you to your knees. No way. This had to be a sick joke- you were sure of it. There was no way this was both your grandma’s and boss’s grocery store of choice. This had to be an act of God themselves you felt- how else could this even happen?

“Boa, what are you doing here?” your grandmother spoke to your boss as if… as if they knew each other.

“Are you okay?” Sungchan’s whisper unfroze you, and you met his gaze in terror, sending a look of puzzlement across his own face.

“D-Director Kwon,” you spat out, forcing a smile, “how do you know my grandmother?”

Director Kwon looked between you and your grandmother, and then chuckled to herself. “You two do look alike! Although, I don’t know why, but I thought you changed your last name.”

“Why would she do that? And how do you know my very sweet neighbor?” your grandma asked.

Neighbor. Fuck. Your Director was neighbors with your grandmother- good ones at that, it seemed. You were going to be sick at this revelation.

“I’m Sungchan!” his voice cutting through the wild tension made you nearly faint on the spot.

“Because of her husband here, of course!” Director Kwon stated. She said it. She said it. She said it to your grandma and now it was gonna get back to your Mom unless you denied and potentially risked your work. God- the labor violations kept adding up and there was nothing you could do about it.

“My sweet granddaughter isn’t married,” your grandma was raising her eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer. Director Kwon crossed her arms, staring at you for a response of any kind.

“Ah… did she not mention that there was no ceremony?” Sungchan scratched the back of his neck, feigning sheepishness.

“Sweetheart… you weren’t even planning on telling your family?” your grandma interjected, and you immediately wanted to throw up.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, I wanted to be able to sing it from the rooftops, but we didn’t think it would be wise to announce such a thing so close to her cousin’s engagement. We wouldn’t want to steal the spotlight from her since she’s been trying to get married for sooo long,” Sungchan spoke so smoothly, that for a second even you believed it. You would talk on the phone pretty often with your mother, and oftentimes you did so with Eerie nearby- so of course he heard you gossiping about your cousin and her absolute hunt to be married.

“Y-yeah. You know how they can be,” you joked, hoping your grandma would buy it.

“Oh my… I can’t wait until you do have your ceremony, I’ll get you in contact with my wedding planner,” Director Kwon interjected, leafing through her handbag before handing you a business card. “I’ll get going- I’ll see you Friday for the Barbeque!” she waved at your grandma before disappearing down the aisle.

“I hope you plan to tell your mother soon,” your grandma sighed before reaching forward and dusting off Sungchan’s shoulders, “I can’t wait to have you over young man. Welcome to the family.”

Continue? —> WHY DID I GET (fake) MARRIED?

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