#chase atlantic

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specifically at 2:28 I think is a great backtrack for this fit

[belongjoong]

this is THE san edit hello????? where did my pants go????

[sadbutterfly1417]

high all the time to keep you off my mind

[certifiedsushillover]

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Chase Atlantic PT 1

In a nutshell ୭౿alysa liu & fem reader - In which the girl you figure skated with all your life and childhood best friend suddenly returns from retirement after no contact. You’re angry. Rightfully so. All your hard work, just out the drain when the cameras turn to her. But even after the waiting…the hatred, there was something deeper waiting to be acknowledged.

1544 words; angst+swearing!

Author’s note 𓏲ꪆ hellooo! this is my first ever fanfic so please take this lightly. I’m open to new friends and interactions + there will be a tag list below(comment if you’d like to be put on it) enjoy!!

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“Again.” The pressure in the air hits you as you come down. “Again!” The words echo like a pen dropping in a silent room. And one minute you’re in the air, flying the next, and then lying on your ass the last ticking second. This time, there was no getting up, you just sat there.

A muffled voice caught your attention as your gaze finally focused above you with furrowed brows. “Hey, you feeling okay?” With a gentle nod, you took amber’s hand that was stretched out as you slowly stood up on your blades, catching the way your coach looked at you.

One triple axel. One tiny mistake that could cost you an Olympic medal and what felt like your future. Anyone with eyes could see you weren’t there, mentally, at least. But only one person knew why that was and it happened to be you.

Alysa. The practices, the hangouts with team USA, and even your mind was a jumbled mess because she was always there, constantly and it felt like suffocating.

Later that day, you were back in the rink. It was easier when you were alone with your thoughts. Just you and the ice.

With slow steps, you started free skating with ease. And in no time, your skates felt light like you were on water. No Olympic pressure, no press or media media, and no thoughts of her.

Okay well maybe some.

As you continued the graceful movements, a voice cut through your thoughts. A familiar one. Still skating but now with sharpened glides, your gaze tracked the voice and your movements almost instantly faltered when you saw her.

That small grin with the metal piercing displayed against her gums.

“Alysa.” Your voice is steady, shielding the irritation that was starting to surface and something else entirely that made your heartbeat heavy, drowning.

You continue to move across the ice despite slowing down in the slightest. Alysa smoothly trailed beside you with her head angled to the side in the slightest.

The tension in your shoulders evident.

“You look tired.

” Her tone is blunt and airy like it was supposed to be a joke but it didn’t land in the slightest.

“Thanks.”

She instantly peeped the flatness in your voice and the way your gaze was still ahead.

Silence passed over the two of you as your skates grew heavier on the ice and movements became sharper.

Her gaze beside you was piercing as she spoke again but this time, softer, faint but there. Only something you were able to detect.

“Y’know we haven’t really did anything together personally since we’ve been in Milano. Nothing with just us.”

Your eyes met for the tiniest second but it didn’t last more than two seconds before you looked away and shrugged it off with a tiny breath.

“Well we’re here for the Olympics so yeah. Besides, shouldn’t you be training just as hard as the rest of us or does everything just come naturally to you?”

You could hear the instant scoff mixed in with a light, airy laugh. That was Alysa, after casually saying the bitchiest thing you could think of, she was aware but still found a way to find humor in it.

“Sorry, long day.”

It was such a bullshit excuse but even when being irritated, just looking at her face made something deep, deep in your stomach twist and for once you couldn’t tell what that feeling was.

‘You’re good, I get it.” She nodded with that same gentle but casual tone, eyes studying you carefully like she was trying to figure out something.

Later that night, Amber invited you, isabeau, and Alysa to just hang out in her room and talk since it was one of our first nights in the Olympic village and nerves were high.

Your footsteps approached amber’s room around 9pm.

Truthfully, showing up at all felt like a humiliation ritual. You’ve always been close with isabeau and recently formed a good relationship with amber so there was no need to feel anxious about a casual hangout right?

Lies. You shook your head and dragged your ass here because letting Alysa liu affect your fun was a big no no.

The door opened to reveal amber and isabeau in casual sweats and a relaxed state on amber’s bed. No makeup or paparazzi , just the warm atmosphere.

When you walked inside completely, there were sour cream & onion chips as well as candy wrappers on the bed next to them.

Your gaze scanned the room, you had noticed it was similar to yours and had nice decor with amber’s Olympic jacket thrown across the couch.

That’s when you felt it, that same feeling in your stomach when you looked over to your left where you caught Alysa’s gaze.

She was leaning against the wall with a big ass shirt that read, “rad dad”.

Her lips parted in the slightest like she was just laughing at something isabeau said and her hair resembling a racoon in the slightest given how fluffy it currently was.

You could’ve sworn you saw her eyes slowly and subconsciously flicker down your face, past your nose.

But you quickly snapped out of that state when she spoke up with a steady voice and her gaze lingering across your face with soft arched brows.

“Hey.”

The subtle tension underneath the small greeting was like an elephant in the room as amber instantly interfered by also greeting you with a warm smile and gesturing to sit wherever.

An hour had already passed by of you guys just snacking, talking and watching jujustu kaisen which isabeau had no clue in the world about what was going on. Her reactions were

almost peak comedy if you weren’t paying attention to the way Alysa kept studying you and the distance between you guys.

That distance was dissolved the moment the other two left to go find isabeau’s headphones that she had complained about all night.

My gaze lingered on the iPad in front of us, JJK still playing in the distance but I couldn’t focus because it was like every pent up emotion was resurfacing.

Alysa got up quietly, just leaning her head against the wall however you couldn’t help but glance up instantly catching her gaze.

It stayed like that for a good five seconds before your eyes averted and she instantly spoke up, sounding almost tired. “What is it?”

Your gaze flickered back to hers, brows furrowing,“excuse me?”

A beat.

“What’s going on between us?”

”Nothing”

”You’re lying”

”I’m not, alysa”

”Yes, you are. You can’t even look me in the eyes when you talk. Why the hell are you shutting me out?”

That was it. What it really was. There was a more raw look in her eyes, almost desperate to understand.

The words wouldn't come out of your mouth as she wasted no time to fill the silence.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Ignoring my messages and ignoring me when we’re in the same room.”

“…And the worst part is that I can’t even tell what you’re feeling.”

Without even thinking, you let out a harsh scoff.

“That’s bullshit. ”

Her brows raised in the slightest.

“Bullshit? Please enlighten me.”

The annoyance started to creep into your voice as you spoke, trying to keep your tone leveled.

”You come back after you decide to randomly retire and act like everything is okay. The gifts, the interviews, and now the Olympics!”

Her hands flexed against her pants, as she shook her head, taking in the bitterness of your words

“So this is what all of this is about? I’m finally in the right mental state and able to compete with my best friend of years and all I’m getting from this is that you’re upset over me getting attention?”

You’re already standing up before you could stop yourself, brows knitting together and tone no longer leveled, just filled with anger and vulnerability as you paced.

“I’m upset that you never contacted me! I’m upset that you left me alone! I’m upset that you're just back and expect everything to be fine between us when it’s not. ”

Your voice breaks slightly at the end as the other girl’s brows furrowed, her cheeks hollowing out and that look…

She stepped away from the wall, moving slowly but you noticed it instantly but you spoke again, this time quieter like it was suffocating.

“I’m so fucking envious of you that I can’t breathe. You don’t even know what I went through or how hard it was and now you just show up? I’m so pissed at you but I just can’t-“

The way your voice broke off breathlessly was the only air in the room right now.

Alysa spoke, slowly like she was hesitating.

“I missed you so fucking much”

There was barely any room between the two of you, your breath growing uneven from adrenaline…?

And then you caught it again, the way her gaze dropped to your lips.

Your stomach doing the same exact flip it did earlier but it wasn’t from irritation or nerves. Your voice cut through the silence.

“It’s like everywhere I turn, you’re there. A reminder that you’re actually here and I…I can’t take that, alysa”

Then, your gazes met once again but this time, there was a more desperate, longing look in her eyes like she had everything to say at once but couldn’t figure out where to start.

Your breathing almost stopped completely when her hand slowly lifted like she was moving hair from your cheek but it lingered on your jaw for a moment.

The same way it did right before competitions and right after she’d get first place and you, second place on the podium to her left just taking in how her smile would beam, pride taking over her expression at the ripe age of 13 as she stood tall on the podium.

With her hand lingering on your cheek, and your lips almost brushing against her cheek, your voice came out almost breathless, and confused. You hated her. The way everything was easy for her. The way she just smiled and brushed off a win. The way she never cared to even message you after giving up the sport.

“Alysa”

The space between your faces was closing, slowly and hesitating but enough to be aware of.

Her gaze was carefully trained on your lips before eye contact was once shared between you two again. But this-it was different, unfamiliar and didn’t feel like loathing.

To be continued…

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── NUMB TO THE FEELING

[ fem!reader x hoon; 2.7k; college!au; smut ] 𐔌 lately, everything has been boring to sunghoon, so when he sees you at his hundredth party, you might just bring him back to life. 𐦯

✦ ⋆ ࣪. alcohol consumption, unprotected sex ( again…); piv; nipple play; kissing; cursing a lot; afab!reader; dirty talk.

“oh my god mia, can we just go please?”

the loud music was piercing right through your ear — they were probably bleeding by now, the party was loud, overstimulating and everything you hated.

you could see your friend next to you taking the smallest gulp out of her red cup, pretending she wanted to finish her cup before leaving. liar, terrible liar.

“yo, mia?” you repeated, knowing she was purposely ignoring you at this point. her gaze was glued to the front door staring at it like she could read what that door was saying.

you sighed loudly next to her. the apartment weather was getting your hair frizzy and your clothes clung to your body like they were supposed to be this tight.

the both of you in the kitchen taking a hundredth sip from your cups waiting for god knows what and why. the rest of the apartment was crowded with people you couldn’t even remember you were introduced to by the owner. what was her name again? neme— something.

“shit, shit, shit, he’s really here.” was the first words your friend said after almost thirty minutes of complete silence. you unconsciously looked the way she was now watching, to see a group of guys walking in.

“you fucking joking, jay? seriously?”

you nudged her side because why the fuck jay — aka her ex. — was currently walking in the same crowded apartment as you were in. jay is the lucky guy on campus, rich parents, pretty face, had the prettiest girl on his side but he decided to shamelessly break up with her. still your friend is reaching for him like she’s drowning in an ocean only he can save her from.

mia looked at you with the most apologetic gaze and you knew that she planned this like you’ll have to plane his fucking funeral after he break up with her again.

“last. fucking. time.” you warned her.

she nodded and made her way to the entrance to create some cliché, cinematic, american drama scene where she ‘accidentally’ bumps into him.

jay’s friends group remained unknown to you, actually his entire life remained unknown because why would you give a fuck about a guy like him. his friends look like the same shit found on the floor of an old metro station — at least that’s what you try to convince yourself— because you can’t help but notice one of them catching your gaze, letting a heat introduce itself in the low of your stomach.

“sunghoon! you actually came, no way!”

you could hear the owner shouting louder than the awful she was blasting on her cheap bluetooth speakers. sunghoon? you couldn’t help but take a look back at him like you just saw a handful of bills on the road and you needed to make sure it was real. sunghoon was much more real, and the piercing gaze he gave you back too.

he looked uninterested, almost bored, to be here, in the apartment with his friends already scattered everywhere. one strand of his pushed back hair fell into his face and god you had to press your thighs together.

after spending a hurtful moment with neme—something, sunghoon found you in the kitchen, elbows on the counter you watched him like a predator appreciating his prey before killing it.

“you’re in charge of the drinks?” he looked at you with that same numb expression while scratching his thick right eyebrow. you had an itch too, that he could definitely scratch if he got on his knees and lifted you on the counter.

“no, sorry.”

sunghoon lingered there like his woody, husky, manly scent. he walked past you to come next to you, his elbows were laying next to yours on the counter. “you know, nemesis?”

“damn that’s her name? no wonder i couldn’t remember,” was your answer. you had to try really hard to not glue your gaze to his pretty shade of pink lips yet your eyes betrayed you anyway. especially when he gave you the most beautiful and devastating smile.

sunghoon was looking at you back and his smile grew a little bigger when he found your burning gaze on his lips. “my eyes are up here.” unfortunately your face was now painted in an embarrassing shade of red matching the blush you applied earlier staring into your bathroom glass.

he shifted next to you and for a moment you thought he was gonna leave, but he simply turned his back to the crowd and subtly got closer to you leaning on the peninsula. the kitchen was open, framed by a broad interior arch meaning everything could see you, unfortunately.

“what’re you drinking?” sunghoon asked, looking into your cup innocently sitting between your two burning souls.

“uh, actually i don’t know.”

after sipping on this for more than an hour your taste buds were numb to the taste of anything so you couldn’t remember what the fuck you put in your cup. from the corner of your eye you could see your red cup levitating in the air, probably around sunghoon’s lips before returning to mother peninsula. “that’s good, you’re good.”

this had no business to feel this hot in your chest and the little bundle of nerves resting between your legs waking up from his nap. shit you needed to rub it.

“you don’t look like you’re here to party.”

“yeah,” he started his hand resting closer to your cup, so closer to you. sunghoon stared at you, you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if he was slowly realising you look better from afar or if he was actually appreciating your appearance. judging by his pupils darkened when he catch you biting your lower lip, he has the same itch.

“lately i have been bored with everything. kind of numb.” sunghoon admitted.

“that’s sad, don’t you have a girlfriend or sum?”

he looked at you confused, why would you ask that in that exact moment. “i don’t, do you?”

you shook your head and you swear you could hear him sigh in relief but you didn’t point it out. “why would i be here with you if i had one.”

his head turned until he was watching you once again, if he could spend his last hours on earth looking at you he’ll do it without a doubt. he was now standing in front of you, his hands caging your sides. “what’s your name again?”

his long veiny forearms distracting you from his face and his words. you looked at him through your lashes and sunghoon couldn’t help himself but imagine those long black lashes looking at him while you were spread on his sheet. “[. . .]” your name slipped off your mouth sounding more sensual than intended.

“[. . .]” he repeated your name, tasting it like he’ll be spending all night long saying it. “pretty name, for a pretty girl.”

you cringe at his words and laugh. his hands are still holding hard onto the peninsula on your sides. you didn’t notice the slight change in sunghoon attitude, he gripped more firmly on that marble. your laugh already made its way to his pheart like smoking your first cigarette and finding that comfortable warmth linger in you.

that small sound escaping from your mouth made him feel like he could get high from it. he just founded his new drug in you, something he wasn’t numb to, and he clearly wasn’t gonna let you go.

“just kiss me already,” you assemble the small courage you had from the tiny bit of alcohol that was in your cup. sunghoon flashed you with his whites again, leaning in.

“needy girl,” he whispered on your lips, he knew his friends could see him and were probably watching really intensely the show displayed in front of them at the moment. his hands left the peninsula to finally —finally— claim your waist.

when sunghoon leaned in his lips finally found yours and he felt like his knees might abandon him from the way they shake. your lips were soft and hot against his cold ones, the weather outside was definitely not helping, it was cold, freezing to death actually. but still you were warm fitting in his hands.

his tongue licked your lower lip and it was almost embarrassing how quickly you gave him access to the inside, sunghoon’s big hands fidget with your shirt while yours slides on his chest until they sit around his neck and he feels like he might cum in his pants at this moment.

“fuck, sunghoon,” you moan against his lips, oh yeah he needs you right now, but how can he tell you that he absolutely needs you in ways that are concerning feminism? he can’t say that, “we should go somewhere private.” slipped off your mouth again.

you broke the kiss and he was already missing the feeling of your wet lips on his, but if he could get your other wet lips, nobody was gonna say no to that. “i’m pretty sure, nemesis has an empty room.”

but you shook your head, “can you drive?”

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no way you fumble this bad with your keys for a man you just met at a party and just kissed. but still you’ve been in front of your door for a minute straight now because you can’t get the fucking key inside. after a moment you felt like sunghoon might tell you to go fuck yourself and get back in his car, should you do it in his car— oh my god! it’s finally in!

the door opened revealing nothing because your apartment was pitch black. you reached over to turn on a light and let sunghoon inside, locking the door behind him. “nice place.” his hands were buried deep in his pocket and his nose slightly red.

your coat was now hanging on the coat rack by the door, well it was embarrassing, you were now looking at each other in the white of your eyes, none of you moving, until sunghoon’s gaze dropped lower, lower than your lips.

his pupils were now dilated on your peeking nipples, the thin fabric of your lace top left nothing to imagination, daring him to notice. “you have a room upstairs?” you nodded at the obvious question.

sunghoon didn’t waist a second before wrapping his hands around your waist again and throwing you on his shoulder. “what the fuck are you doing?” he walked to the stairs and placed a small slap on your ass, the little pain stinging until it went numb.

“taking you to the bedroom.”

he carried you upstairs with an ease that made your head spin, your stomach pressed against his hard shoulder. the world tilted, blood rushing to your head, but all you could focus on was the possessive heat of his palm spread wide over the back of your thigh. He found your bedroom door, weirdly quickly, pushed it open with his foot, and deposited you onto the center of the mattress.

you bounced once, scrambling back on your elbows as he stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off his own coat and shirt in a few rough motions. the dim light from the streetlamp outside your window cut across his chest, defining the planes of muscle, the sharp lines of his hips. your mouth went dry.

“fuck, you’re fine.”

he laughed and crawled into the bed. his knee came settling between your legs, he lowered his face until it was a few inches away from yours. “tell me you want this,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that vibrated through you.

“i want it, fuck, i want you.”

a slow, devastating smile spread across his face. “good girl.”

your hips lifted off the mattress, seeking friction from his knee to your clit, he caught the movement and his smile turned wicked.

he kissed you again, you could taste him, clean and sharp, and you arched up into the solid wall of his chest. his hands slid down, fingers finding the hem of your lace top. he broke the kiss, panting slightly.

“this needs to go.” he said and you reluctantly lifted your arms, yeah you were here for sex but that doesn’t mean you were completely comfortable with that.

sunghoon pulled the fabric over your head, tossing it aside, his gaze dropped to your chest and went still for a second. “fuck, oh fuck.” he cupped you, his thumb brushing you hard nipples. the sensation was electric, sharp bolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

his mouth replacing his thumb, sucking the taut peak, the heat, the wetness, the gentle scrape of his teeth made you cry out. your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you. he lavished the same attention on the other breast, biting so gently, so perfectly, that you felt the ache between your legs become a throbbing, desperate need.

“sunghoon, please.”

he chuckled, “please what?” he took a nipple deep, sucking hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly. You writhed beneath him, your back bowing off the bed.

“please i need you to touch me, i’m fucking dripping.”

he laughed and bit his lower lip, “show me.”

his hands went to the button of your jeans, yanking them and your panties down your legs in one rough pull. you kicked them off, suddenly bare and exposed under his burning stare. “fuck, baby.” he groaned, a raw sound of hunger.

he shoved his own jeans and boxers down, freeing himself. your eyes widened, thick was an understatement, he was massive, the shaft heavy and veined, the head already leaking. you reached for him on instinct, your fingers wrapping around the base. your hand couldn't even come close to meeting your thumb.

“see what you’re doing to me?” he gritted out, watching your hands struggle to contain him, “all from one look in that shitty kitchen.”

he settled between your legs, the blunt, hot head of his cock nudging at your entrance, he didn’t push in, he leaned forward, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss, his hands finding yours. he laced his fingers with yours, pinning them gently to the mattress beside your head.

“feel that?” he whispered against your lips, his hips giving a shallow, teasing rock. the thick crown pressed against your slick folds, spreading you, but not entering. “that’s me wanting to be so deep inside you.”

“then do it,” you begged, straining against his grip on your hands.

he pushed.

it was a slow, inexorable invasion, a stretch so intense it bordered on pain, then melted into a breathtaking, full feeling. your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he filled you, inch by impossible inch, his eyes locked on yours, he didn’t stop until his hips were flush with yours, until you could feel the coarse hair at his base against your skin.

“fuck, yes.” you chocked out.

“you’re taking me so well,” he praised, his voice strained with the effort of holding still, “look at you, so pretty, stretched around my cock,” he began to move, a slow, deep withdrawal followed by a rolling thrust that dragged against every sensitive inner wall.

“sunghoon . . .” you panted. “i-i need . . . my clit,”

he released one of your hands, his own sliding down your body, over your trembling stomach. “i’ve got you.”

his thumb found your clit, already swollen and eager, he pressed in a firm, perfect circle, matching the rhythm of his deep, pounding thrusts.

“that’s it,” he whispered, his lips at your ear, his breath hot. “let me feel you come.”

your orgasm crashed over you in a violent, pulsing wave, starting in your core and radiating out in electric shocks to your fingertips and toes. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” your back arched, a broken cry tearing from your throat as you clenched around him, the rippling contractions gripping his shaft.

“yes, just like that,” sunghoon growled, his thrusts turning erratic, brutal, he was slamming into you now, chasing his own peak, spurred on by the convulsions of your body, his free hand gripped your hip hard, his other still locked tightly with yours on the mattress.

his control snapped. “i’m gonna fill you up,” he grunted, his voice guttural. “you want that?”

the crude, primal question sent another jolt through your oversensitive nerves. “please,” you sobbed, lost in the haze.

with a final, driving thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and held, you felt the hot, pulsing release of him deep inside, a flood of warmth that seemed to go on and on. he groaned, a long, shuddering sound of release, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “fuck, baby, i think i’m kind of addicted.”

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