#bae suzy smut

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Career Advice ft. Miss A Suzy & AOA Seolhyun

A/N: I have a few notes before I start this one, first and foremost being that I got plenty of DMs after Special Fanmeet telling me the shock play was well done and it was a good addition to the smut, so I'll be incorporating some of that into more smuts in the future. My readers (as well as myself) have made it clear that they're into dom/sub dynamics, ownership kinks, and all that kind of stuff, so I'll be incorporating that a bit more. You're welcome, ya kinky bastards.

Is this very, very late? Yes. Is it very much overdue? Indeed it is. But will it be very good due to how much time I've had it a a draft? Probably also yes. Maybe. I don't have time to proofread things, so I never know.

This is a pitch from @phoenixwolf (who's been quite patient and a pleasure to work with), which is a pretty unique idea I've never seen before. It'll be quite a bit different from all my others, since the main character isn't in any kind of relationship with the idols. I'm doing a bit (well, in some parts a lot) of modification with how being an idol works and the perks that come with it, since to be quite honest I don't really know how it works and I need to make it fit the story better. So take note of that throughout the story whenever I mention something that probably isn't a thing irl. I have to use Y/N with this one because there's no way I can write it without using a name for the main character, which I don't do.

But after very much procrastination and too much time spent as a draft, it's here. I'm not at all used to writing a more tentative, maybe sub-ish character, so Seolhyun's noona kink solo might be iffy. And also just pretend that Suzy and Seolhyun are in the same group/under the same agency (Kakao) for the purposes of the smut. Also my first time writing a daddy kink. It's probably just about the same as a sir kink.

Point is, this one might be iffy.

-상훈

Length: 5.81k

Possible TW: Just about nothing, just a noona kink for Seolhyun and a daddy kink for Suzy. And of course my trademark, a sprinkle of light spanking/choking.

Tags: Threesome, cunnilingus, blowjob, dom/sub, daddy kink, noona kink, choking, spanking, fingering, face riding

It was just another one of those days; sitting, waiting outside a businesswoman's office waiting to be talked to. The small plaque on the dark mahogany door read "Kim Seolhyun, Ace of Angels". The plush chair I sat on had to be the best office guest chair I'd ever sat on, predictably enough considering where I was.

Explanation time.

My name is Y/N, and I'm a week away from debuting as the next global K-pop superstar. Or at least, that's what everyone around me is saying. I'm 19, and very new to the bustling, jolting, lively atmosphere of the agency's headquarters. I'm not even completely sure of everything that's going on. I auditioned for Kakao Entertainment when I was 15 and almost immediately got a callback from them. I performed two more auditions beyond the initial one and was accepted as a trainee with high praise from judges. I signed my trainee contract and trained for 4 years, during which they touched up on my singing, rapping, dance skills, physique, modeling sagacity, and overall competence as a future idol, all of which they had described to already be near perfect. From the day I arrived on Kakao's doorstep, I had been told I was going to be the next global K-pop sensation. And now I'm a week away from debuting as a massive solo artist.

To say I'm nervous is a little bit of an understatement.

The reason why I'm here is to talk with former and current idols to orient me into what it's going to be like. I've already had conversations with a few notable ones, and now I'm outside Seolhyun's office. I've also been told Bae Suzy is here to see me, which is something I'm excited for. Suzy has been one of my favorite idols since I was really young. ___

"Mr. L/N?" Seolhyun's secretary spoke in a soft voice. "She's ready for you."

I stood up, and with a deep breath and a small adjustment of my tie, pushed open the door.

To my slight surprise, Suzy was already in the room, sitting with Seolhyun behind the desk.

Suzy gestured me in, and I took a seat in front of the desk. It was very well-organized and neat.

"Hi, Y/N." said Seolhyun. "I'm Kim Seolhyun, and this is–"

"I know who you are." I said.

She smiled warmly. "Then introductions aren't necessary, are they?"

I chuckled. "No, they aren't. I requested to meet you specifically."

Suzy smirked. "That's refreshing. Well, it's very nice to meet you, Y/N."

Seolhyun nodded.

"It's a pleasure." I replied, shaking both of their hands.

"No, the pleasure is ours." said Suzy. "It's not often we get to meet the next K-pop superstar pre-debut, is it? Especially when he's so hot~"

Seolhyun hit Suzy on the arm lightly. "Stop, isn't it too soon for that?"

"It's never too soon."

I smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, Suzy. Can I call you Suzy?"

"Yes, of course."

"So," I said, preparing to ask the list of questions I had prepared in my head. "What's the lifestyle like, being an idol?"

...

"–so basically, to sum up that point, don't fall out of line. Not publicly." Seolhyun finished.

"Unless, of course, you feel a little bit more daring, like me." Suzy threw a wink my way. "Media goes crazy for a bit of controversy."

Seolhyun rolled her eyes. "It's a daring move, but your publicity will skyrocket over a scandal. Suzy would know all about that."

Suzy grinned. "Nothing like watching your fans start World War III on social media because you didn't wear safety shorts."

Seolhyun chuckled. "Some, like Suzy, like to rock the boat a little. And it's good for publicity; the media likes a daring figure."

"So you're telling me I should cross the line a bit from time to time?" I asked.

"Yes." Suzy replied immediately.

"Not necessarily," corrected Seolhyun, side-eyeing Suzy, "it depends on what kind of idol you are to the public. But a tiny scandal here and there does keep you in the headlines, whether that be a good thing or a bad thing."

"Ok," I said slowly, "that makes sense. Other than that, what can I do to start off with a bang?"

"You?" Seolhyun said. "You might not even need any of that. I mean, they said they could have debuted you without training. They said they were considering cutting your training short and debuting you early."

"Of course, that's when funds had dipped a lot," Suzy added, "but that's not important. What's important is that they were seriously considering doing it, which never happens."

"So that either means you're already going down Suzy's route, or you're one hell of a potential." said Seolhyun.

"It's the latter."

"Yeah, I figured. All the talk around here has been about you since you started training. All the higher-ups and execs have been super excited because you'll be bringing in a lot of revenue."

"Which automatically makes you a high priority, especially once you actually start making them money." Suzy carried on. "Low-profit artists and groups are lower priority. You? You'll be pretty much as high priority as it gets, which means you can exploit it. Use it to your advantage."

"However you want to use it, bear in mind the fact that they are relying on you for profit. Of course, if you get too cocky, there's always consequences, but as long as you keep in mind the firm boundaries, you're all good."

"Okay," I said, "so I can push my luck a little, just don't overdo it."

"Exactly." Suzy replied. "You're a fast learner. And I'd advise you to wait to exercise that prioritization for a little while until they've gotten a good idea of what kind of idol you're going to be, what kind of profits you'll make them. If you do it too early, they might think early on that you're going to give them a hard time."

"And if that happens?"

"Don't know. Contract termination at the very most, but I doubt they'd do that. But they can make your life hell if they want to."

"Okay, got it. What else?"

"Well..." The two of them thought about it, and then Seolhyun spoke up. "You could try Suzy's approach..."

"Which is?" I prompted.

"Sucking a lot of music producer dick." Suzy laughed.

Her reply took me be surprise, but I barely reacted. "Yeah, I'm afraid I won't be sucking any dick on my way up."

Suzy chortled. "I don't mean that, dummy. But there happen to be a lot of female employees, execs, bosses, producers...I'm not saying do what I did, but all I'll say is...it'll get you in the good books."

"And considering what you have to offer..." Seolhyun added, unconsciously licking her lips as her eyes trailed down me.

Despite myself, I felt my cheeks go a bit red. "Thanks, noona."

She blushed a little and giggled.

Suzy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't get her started, Y/N."

"What?"

"Seolhyun has a thing for being called that. Like, a big thing."

"Oh." I said simply. "Sorry."

"Don't be." She smirked. "In fact, that brings us to our next point, in a roundabout way."

"What's your next point?"

"If, as I advise you, you walk my path, play to your higher-up's kinks. Obviously they'll like it anyway it and therefore you'll be in the good books, but if you play to their kinks, it's like an automatic figurative promotion. I remember one time when I was dealing with this one exec who had a mommy kink–"

"Yeah, yeah, we don't need to hear that one." Seolhyun interrupted. "Don't put him off before he even debuts."

"I'm not into that mommy shit, but I can play along to just about anything." The implications of my sentence were not missed by the two of them.

"Oh, can you?" Seolhyun's voice was suddenly lower, quieter. The two exchanged a knowing look, one that spoke more than a book full of words. "What do you think, unnie?"

Suzy nodded at her and looked back at me.

"We'd like to offer you a special...orientation program." Her voice took on the same tone.

"Oh?" My thoughts ran wilder. "And what would such a program entail?"

"Oh, you know..." Seolhyun trailed off as they both rose from their chairs. "Suzy's route."

"Yeah, we'll be sure to tell the execs how good you are...if you're good." They approached.

My pants were feeling uncomfortably tight at that moment, and it did not go unnoticed by them.

"Ooh, he's liking that idea." The two of them moved closer, their thighs rubbing against mine, hands caressing my arms. I was suddenly very aware of Suzy's tiny skirt, Seolhyun's short shorts. "Let's see what we're working with here."

Shrugging out of my blazer as Suzy pulled on it from behind me, I rid myself of the extra layer and loosened my tie. Suzy's hands unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt one by one all the way down and pulled the bottom of it out of my waistband, leaving it on me.

"Oh~" Seolhyun's eyes widened. "He's quite the specimen, unnie."

I flexed my abs and arms for her benefit, and she bit her lip with lust in her eyes. "Can't wait to give this one a test ride, mmm..."

Suzy unbuckled my belt from behind me and slipped it out of its hoops, allowing Seolhyun to slide my pants down my legs and off my Oxford-clad feet.

"Looks like Y/N has a big thing too, unnie...damn."

Suzy came back around to have a look, and she smirked, nodding in approval.

"Nice, now that's a body that's had a hell of a lot of work put into it. And a massive cock, too..."

My face was going red again. "Thank you."

Seolhyun straddled me, sitting comfortably on the straining bulge of my boxers, barely concealing the gasp that left her lips when it rubbed her through her shorts. "Ah, enough niceties, let's get to your orientation."

"One at a time or same time?" asked Suzy.

"One at a time, then both, I wanna see what this kid can do first."

Suzy opened the door and disappeared, leaving me and Seolhyun alone.

Her voice dropped to a growl as she leaned into my ear, slowly rocking her hips on me, pulling my face closer to hers by the tie. "You said you can play along, hm?"

"Uh, yeah, I did."

She pulled back a little, her expression half eagerness and half interest. "Then make sure you do."

With a flourish she stripped off her small top, a sexy lace bra the only thing between me and her full breasts.

"Mm, you like what you see baby?"

"Yes..." I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Hmm?" She raised her eyebrows, the grinding coming to a sudden halt.

"Y-yes, noona."

She smiled and resumed her grinding. "Good."

Something in her tone turned me on, more than the pleasure of her grating her hips on me. Usually I had a slight leaning towards being a dom, but something about her dominant aura pushed me towards the other end of the spectrum.

She got off me and slipped her shorts down her legs, straightening up to reveal her tiny little thong, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I caught my breath, cock now furiously straining against the thin fabric of my boxers. She slid back onto me, two millimeters of cloth the only thing keeping her heat off me.

"Can I touch you, noona?"

She moaned quietly at the sensation she was causing herself, and nodded. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as I reached up and caressed her breasts over the thin lace fabric, pinching her nipples. I slipped a finger under her thong and rubbed her clit.

"Ooh, yes, just like that," she cooed. "You sure know what you're doing, had practice?"

"Yes, noona." I fingered her harder and took my hand off her breast and moved it to her ass, squeezing a moan out of her. She reached up and fondled her own breasts, and she allowed me to reach behind her and unclasp the bra, unleashing her treasures.

I took off my own shirt as she leaned her face down and kissed me, the gyrations starting to get more needy.

"F-fuck, I want you, Y/N." Her breath came out shaky as she found the perfect spot to grind on and jumped on it, increasing the speed of her movements.

I pushed my boxers down past my thighs and finally freed myself, and she gasped. "Oh my god, you're so big..."

She quickly rid herself of her thong and returned to my lap, lining me up with her entrance and slowly sinking down, suppressing a whimper as she felt herself being filled up. I stretched her out inch by inch until her crotch met my base. Her head fell back and she took a second to adjust, before she started to bounce on top of me. My cock was driven in and out of her tight tunnel, and it was overwhelming. She must not've had anyone in a while because she was certainly the tightest I'd ever had. She clenched around me on purpose on the way down, forcing a groan out of my mouth.

"Does it feel good sweetie?"

I didn't answer immediately, mind lost in the sensations she was causing me. Her thin hand slipped around my neck, not gripping but making her assertion clear.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice dropped a little lower.

"Yes, noona."

Her smile returned. "Good."

I pressed a finger to her clit, and moved it up and down in time with her bouncing. She kept kneading her own tits, moaning and squealing adorably.

"Fuck, noona, you're tight!" The pleasure was too good, she was going to make me cum. "So tight!"

"I know, hold on baby." She purred. "Don't cum yet."

Doing so was difficult, but I managed to stave off the impending orgasm and let her keep spearing her pussy on me. I brought my hand down on her ass, making her yelp, and she bounced harder, raising her eyebrows.

"Now now, let's – ahh – control ourselves, hmm?"

"Yes, s-sorry noona."

Seolhyun suppressed another cry and gripped my shoulders, humping into me with barely controlled lust.

"Such a nice dick, big and hard for me, yeah?"

I only moaned in reply, meeting her bounces with thrusts, jabbing deeper into her. She clenched around me harder in an involuntary response, failing to muffle her yells on each thrust.

"Noona," I groaned, "what about the–fuck–secretary? Won't she-"

"No, she won't."

I inwardly shrugged and thrusted harder, teetering dangerously on the verge of cumming inside her.

"Fuck, I can't hold on," I gripped her hips and pulled her down, jabbing into her. "Should I pull out?"

"No," she murmured, her eyebrows contracting. "Cum inside me!"

Unable to stave it off any longer, I felt that rush of pleasure, the tensing of my entire body. Her eyes flew open and she gasped at the first spurt. She rode it out until she'd taken every last drop from me, and then relaxed her body. Our heavy breaths eventually slowed, and she got off me and quickly got dressed.

"Fuck, you're good. You'll have no trouble in that area, no trouble at all. Rest up, Suzy will want her turn. And get at least partially dressed, she'll want to strip you too." She paused for a moment. "She's the exact opposite of me in the bedroom. She likes to be dominated."

I smirked widely. "Oh, I don't think I'll have any trouble with that."

She returned the smirk. "Neither do I. Well, have fun..."

I heard the sound of a door opening and shutting behind me, and two female voices outside for a few seconds. I pulled on my pants, got out of the chair, and leaned against it, facing the door. The door opened and Suzy sidled in, hands clasped in front of her. She bit her lip when she caught sight of me, and I got off the desk.

I let her take her time approaching, her hips subtly swaying with each step. She reached me and slid a hand over my bare chest, a small and shy smile on her face. Her demeanor had completely changed, something I was more than willing to take advantage of.

I snaked my hand up her chest and fastened it around her neck. She gasped and bit her lip again, leaning into me. I turned her around and pushed her against the desk, my other hand slithering to her skirt and pulling it up. She moaned as I slipped my hand into her black panties and slowly rubbed her slit.

"Mmm," she whimpered, "ohh yes, that's good..."

"Yeah, you like that baby?"

"Mmhmm," she replied in a high pitched tone, nodding eagerly with her eyes closed. I tightened my grip on her neck, and she inhaled sharply.

"What was that?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"Good girl." I growled in her ear, fingering her harder, and her breathing got faster and heavier.

"Daddy it feels so good," she moaned, then cried out at me circling her clit with my thumb. "Oh please daddy, harder!"

I slipped two fingers into her pussy and moved them around slowly, curling them down into her g-spot. She clutched my arm and took in a deep, shaky breath, mouth falling open.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," I muttered, busy at work on her pussy. "Cum for me."

"Ohh fuck, faster, please!" I obliged, moving faster and strumming her spots like the strings of a guitar. Her body trembled and her walls clenched around me, almost crushing my fingers. I slipped a third inside her and pushed, now knuckle deep. But I wasn't about to let her cum so quick, I had much more to do to her.

Suzy's eyes had rolled back by the time I pulled my fingers out, and she'd fallen silent in nearly orgasmic bliss. She looked down at my drenched and motionless fingers and immediately put on adorable puppy eyes.

"Please let me cum, daddy," she begged submissively. "Please, I need to cum..."

"Oh, you need to?"

"Yes, daddy, I do..."

I turned her around and bent her over the desk, then resumed my fingering at a much slower pace. She bucked her hips back into my outstretched fingers, whining needily.

"Faster, please!" She pleaded. "I need to cum, please daddy, let me cum, harder, please..."

I slapped her ass and she yelped, clenching around me again. "Be quiet."

"Yes, daddy."

I did pick up the pace a little, and employed my thumb to rub her clit, continuing the spanks since I noticed she enjoyed it. I was feeling an increasing desire to take my pants off and pound her senseless, but I wanted to make her cum with just my fingers first. And I was very, very close to doing so, judging by her facial and vocal expressions.

"So–good–yes–please–cumming!" Her pleas had spiraled into unintelligible babble as she got closer to her climax. "Harder–fuck–gonna cum!"

My shoulder was beginning to feel sore from the exertion I was putting it through, but I ignored it and kept pumping into her, paying special attention to her more sensitive areas and driving her insane with pleasure. Every stroke brought her closer to her release, and finally it was too much for her.

"OH F-FUCK!" Body trembling and writhing, Suzy orgasmed with a loud cry, her juices gushing out over my fingers. Her pussy tensed and spasmed uncontrollably on them.

Noticing her legs wobbling dangerously, I held her up and helped her into the chair. Her face was flushed red and stray strands of hair were sticking to her sweat-sheened forehead.

"D-daddy..." she whimpered, giving me the puppy eyes again, "I want you..."

I rid myself of my pants and boxers and approached her, seeing arousal flare in her eyes at the sight of me.

"Give me your dick, daddy." She sat up and reached forward, grasping my now-hard cock.

I reached down and pulled her hands off. "Hands to yourself, baby girl. Get on your knees."

"Yes, daddy."

She knelt in front of me, and I grabbed her head by her hair and pulled it forward, guiding my cock into her mouth.

"Mmph!" She raised her hands to my thighs and gave them a small nip as my shaft slid down her tight, squeezing throat.

She gagged a bit and struggled, but didn't tap out, instead massaging the underside of my cock with her tongue.

"Mm, such a good girl," I said, twirling her hair around my fingers and pulling her deeper. "Such a good little slut for me."

One of her hands left my leg and I heard an obscene squelch, combined with a moan into my dick. She was getting turned on by the little bit of dirty talk already.

"A stupid little whore, aren't you?" I continued, flinging out whatever dirty names I could fish up from memory of past sub girls. "Just a dirty slut."

She nodded and moaned again, her arm working more furiously beneath her skirt. I gritted my teeth and let my head tip back.

"Fuck, that feels good," I felt her self-pleased smile against my base. "Keep going, baby girl."

She choked and a little saliva ran down her chin, closely followed by a tear from her effort. She took the other hand off my leg and started caressing her own breast, eyes rolling in her head at the pleasure she was giving herself.

Her lower face was slowly becoming a mess of tears mixing with saliva from her sloppy blowjob. The mess she was making of herself clearly turned her on. From what little I could see of the face that was buried in my crotch, her eyebrows were turned up, I could feel her jaw starting to go slack. I gripped her hair harder and thrust my hips harder, drawing nearer to my own orgasm. But I wasn't going to cum before I'd fucked her, so I semi-reluctantly pulled out of her throat. She sat back and caught her breath for a moment before she stood up and bent over the desk, wiggling her ass enticingly.

I pushed into her with absolutely no hesitation, and she was wet enough that I didn't need to play with her any more. She was even tighter than Seolhyun, and I put my hand over her mouth to suppress her loud moan.

"Shhh." I murmured, and let go of her mouth. "Keep that pretty little mouth quiet."

I started thrusting into her, fast and steady. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and she gritted her teeth to keep from making noise. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, forming it into a rough ponytail and pulling her head back.

"Daddy, it's too good, I can't hold b-back," she moaned, biting her lip. "You're so big, fuck..."

I fucked her faster, the desk creaking a little under the repeated motion. I could tell she was trying her best to keep herself from crying out, but I also knew it was coming.

"F-fuck, I can't...I can't...keep...quiet..."

She was shaking with suppressed pleasure and bucking her hips back on me. I slapped her ass, making her squeal, and pulled on her hair harder. Her tight hole compressed around my cock like it was made for me, the perfect balance between ease and resistance. I pushed two of my fingers on my other hand into her mouth, and she started sucking on them, moaning quietly.

"Give me more, please, daddy," she murmured, voice barely audible. "Faster, please...nghh yes keep going!"

My hips smacked against her thick ass with each thrust, the claps reverberating around the small room. I took my hand away from her mouth and brought it down to her clit, rubbing circles and pressing down, making the volume increase dramatically.

"Didn't I tell you to stay quiet?" I smacked her ass again.

"A-ah! Yes, daddy, I'm s-sorry!"

"Good." I resumed my fingering, making her whimper in her effort. It only took a few seconds of determined caressing of her clit to bring her resolve crumbing down once more.

"Fuck! It's so good daddy, please don't stop! Yes, yes, yes, more!"

I pulled out of her pussy and spanked her plump ass again. "Guess you're getting punished, baby girl."

"No, please! Please don't stop, I'm so close!" She desperately bucked her hips, trying to get me to fuck her again.

I didn't reply, but hauled her onto the desk and spread her legs, reaching forward to choke her. She gasped at the sensation of my head pressing into her pussy again, but nodded after a moment.

I snapped my hips forward and, due to how slick my cock was from her slick, easily pushed most of my length into her, drawing a guttural groan from her. She looked at me with pleading eyes, her expression indicating just how needy she was.

"Fuck my pussy hard, daddy," she breathed, "pound me like I'm your little slut."

"You are my little slut." I gripped her neck tighter and started my thrusts at a slower pace, still powerful. "Understood?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl."

She shuddered and moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as I fucked her.

"Ohh yes, that feels so good..." she whined, hands still clutching the table's edge. "God yes, please keep going..."

"Shut up." I said "This is your punishment, remember?"

"Mmhmm!" She nodded vigorously. "It's my–fuck–punishment..."

I spanked her ass again and drove my cock into her faster. This hadn't been what I'd expected when I'd come in here, but I certainly wasn't complaining about the outcome.

"I'm gonna cum," I growled in her ear. "And you're going to take it all like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy," she gasped, her walls tightening around me as she bucked her hips. "I want all your cum in me!"

Her words sent me over the edge, and with a groan I buried myself inside her pussy and exploded, firing my hot cum deep into her womb. A rush of pleasure flowed through me, sending the feeling everywhere from my fingers to my toes. My muscles tightened and contracted, involuntarily sending my hips into her ass again. She jerked and trembled as the waves of orgasmic pleasure overtook her too, a powerful jet of cum spraying me.

"Fuck, daddy, yes!" She screamed, back arching. "S-so fucking good, yes!"

I pulled out of her pussy and collapsed back into the chair, sufficiently tired out for the time being. Her legs relaxed and fell into a resting position, and she slumped back and laid down.

...

It was a little while before either of us found the energy to do much other than pant and sit there resting. I heard the door creak open, looked over the top of the chair, and saw half of Seolhyun's grinning face peeking through the small opening.

"Yes?"

She smiled wider and closed the door, eyes raking over Suzy's slumped and naked form before doing so. I stood up and pushed the chair aside, went to and opened the door, and gestured Seolhyun in.

"You up for another round?" She asked immediately.

"Hell yes. Think Suzy's out, though."

"I want to ride your face." Her words were clear and decisive. I was entirely okay with that, so I laid down on my back on the carpeted floor. She then stripped off the large nightshirt she'd covered with and stood over my face, giving me an incredible view of everything she had to give. With no further ado she lowered her pussy onto my awaiting mouth and started grinding. I had a perfect visual of her softly whining and caressing her own breasts as she rubbed her slit against my tongue, which was prodding, swiping, and licking any part of her that was sensitive. She let out soft moans, moving her hips back and forth and pleasuring herself on my mouth.

As I was busy eating her out, I heard a creak from the desk and soft footsteps on the plush carpet. A minute later, Suzy's hands slid over my thighs and my cock was suddenly enveloped in a warmth which I could only assume to be her mouth. I groaned into Seolhyun's pussy and kept up my exertions, very quickly pushing her to her climax.

"Oh, fuck, just like that baby," she moaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes. Her eyebrows contracted as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum!"

I worked my tongue harder, pushing into her entrance firmly. She shuddered and her legs tensed around my head, a sure sign of her approaching orgasm.

"Oh, you're so good at this, fuck! Oh god yes yes, don't stop!" I smirked, my ego stroked, and bucked my own hips a little into Suzy's mouth. Her tongue disappeared from my shaft momentarily and then something much wetter, much tighter pressed down on it. I let my head fall back a little as she impaled her warm, throbbing pussy on my cock, the pleasure doubling. I heard a loud cry from behind Seolhyun and I automatically started thrusting up into her.

For several minutes more, Suzy fucked me and I tonguefucked Seolhyun. She had been reduced to mindless pleas for more, body on autopilot as she gyrated her hips on my face. I was apparently way better with my tongue than I thought, and it was only a few more seconds before all three of us reached our peaks at the same time.

I went first, blowing up her pussy with a deluge of hot jizz that triggered her to cum; her warm juices splattered my abs and ran down my sides. Seolhyun's grinding sped up exponentially and then with a scream she met her orgasm. Her cum squirted into my waiting mouth and she fell back into Suzy's lap with an exhausted moan. We all stayed there for a moment more, basking in the after-orgasm bliss, before a notification pinged Seolhyun's phone. She picked it up, read the message, and scoffed. I looked up and could make out a text from one of her superiors:

"Having fun?"

She looked over at the security camera in the corner and gave it a sarcastic wave before putting down her phone and getting up. She dressed again quickly and left.

Suzy stood up clumsily a second later, a small trickle of my cum falling onto my abs. She too got dressed and left, leaving me alone in Seolhyun's office. I stood up, wiped my own cum off my abs with a paper towel, and put my boxers and pants back on. From what I could hear outside, one of the superiors had come down to see what was going on, judging by the voices outside.

"–yes, he was amazing. He knows his stuff." Seolhyun's voice said.

"Suzy?" said a male voice.

"Yes, he's such a good dom, he's so sexy and confident..." She said.

"Good, good. Yet another attribute we can add to the list of perfections. He's sure to be a hit soon enough."

I smiled and pulled away from the door, ego points going through the roof right about then. The conversation continued for a couple more minutes, then the door opened and one of my managers came in, dressed in a suit and tie.

"Ah, Y/N." He said briskly. "If you'll be so kind as to put on a shirt, you've been requested by one of your producers. He wants to talk about your title track, something about the lead sounds on the track. I really have no idea what the issue is, but he said he needs you right away."

I pulled my shirt over my head and refastened my tie around it, leaving the blazer on the chair. "He's been fussing about that for about a week. Might as well go see what we can improve."

"Thank you. Now, if you'll follow me..."

I followed him out the door and into the hall, where Suzy and Seolhyun were both standing, still flushed red. I threw Suzy a wink as I passed and she blushed harder, giggling. A satisfied smirk back on my face and confidence swelling within me, I followed the manager down the hall towards the studio, feeling that things could only go well from here.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Hi, can you do Bae Suzy headcannons? both sfw and nsfw? thank youuu

Bae Suzy Girlfriend HCs

SFW HCs

So caring, always texting or calling to make sure you have eaten, slept, eaten your medicine etc. Will show up to your house if you are sick and take care of the whole day.

Wants to drive you around everywhere.

A big flirt and an even bigger tease.

The type of person who will remember the tiniest details.

Suzy gives you the best birthday presents.

She likes to be the one that plans the trips you both take.

She will rarely show her negative emotions, bottling them up quite often. You often scold her for it but she says being close to you resets all the negativity and even though that sounds a bit far fetched, the pretty smile she has while saying that just makes it hard to not believe her.

She easily falls for jokes and pranks so you try to make full use of that.

Suzy can get hyper easily and then she likes to just cling on to you, annoying you, cuddling you, kissing you. Anything just to use her energy.

She absolutely melt’s whenever you cook for her.

NSFW HCs

Insatiable demon, like once you two begin fucking especially if you haven’t for a while, she won’t want to stop. Like she puts you to the point where you pass out from exhaustion. And then when you wake up she wants to continue.

Kinky and open to try out new things.

Suzy is a switch and leans top or bottom depending on her mood.

Likes to push you to your limits.

Car sex is her absolute favorite. The thrill and risk of being caught, being somewhat in the open, maybe on the way or back from somewhere. All of that just adds up and is the reason why you always insist she drives or else her hands and lips end up roaming all over your body.

Suzy will often invite you to places she’s going for work simply because she misses you and also because she wants…stress relief.

Moans your name a lot when you eat her out.

Wants you to be bratty so she can put you in your place.

Wants to make you cum till you see stars.

She is really good at aftercare and will be so soft and gentle with you.

[curi0us-gh0st]

You & Me (Lee Doona)

pairings: Lee Doona x GN!Reader

word count: 1.606

genre: fluffy > angst (?) > smut

a/n: no, just being very gay for Doona>> || This is to make up for the time I haven't made requests, sorry, this week has been crazy for me and I'm trying to finish my spirit fanfic, then I'll make the requests!

Lee Doona!gf who outside her apartment is arrogant and unfriendly to people, so badly raised that she makes people hate her, but she isn't even paying attention to them; But when she gets into bigger trouble — like a lawsuit for offending and throwing coffee at a medical student at her college — you have to go there and sort it out.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is jealous of you is talking to a popular girl on campus, she is touching you while asking you to help with her activities and not see her ulterior motives, so Doona has to intervene and get involved in the conversation, taking the girl's hands off you and releasing smoke from your cigarette in her face, making her cough and quickly say goodbye for the irritation.

Lee Doona!gf who is forbidden from entering the kitchen because she almost burned down the house trying to make pancakes for breakfast, now you are the one taking on the duties of preparing food for yourselves.

Lee Doona!gf that when she's angry about something you did unconsciously, she'll spend the day with her headphones on just giving you looks from head to toe, like a product she didn't like but has to put up with.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is arrogant towards you, unintentionally just because she is having a bad day, gives you tight hugs and kisses on the neck because she knows that you will forgive her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she has to meet you after a class, puts on her best clothes and prettifies herself just so everyone can look at her and see that she has someone; And that you turn extremely red when she appears in clothes that hug her body perfectly and puts her hand on your waist possessively to expose it to everyone around while kissing you passionately.

Lee Doona!gf who, when she is in front of the mirror for a long time, makes her appear behind her and hug her, telling her how beautiful she is and that he loves her.

Lee Doona!gf who sits with her arms crossed as she watches you train with your friends, biting her lip, winking at you when you look at her from afar, and jumping up and down when you hit the shot.

Lee Doona!gf who when you're watching her favorite team's match but it's too late because of the jet lag, she grabs a blanket and falls asleep with her head in your lap while you make coffee.

Lee Doona!gf that when you spent the whole weekend away because of college, you arrive and see her sitting on the couch pouting and sulking which only gets better when you hug her and carry her to the room, to spend the day cuddled up watching films.

Lee Doona!gf who told you stories about her old life while the clock ticked midnight and you were cuddled up on the soft dorm bed.

Lee Doona!gf who, when you're busy doing your activities, rolls around in bed (or on the couch) with one of your sweatshirts, smelling it and playing with it until you look at it, dropping it on top of her head and making a pile while she Pretend like you weren't doing anything.

Lee Doona!gf who loves to tease you, you're making dinner for you and she's just in your chair showing her shoulders and biting her lips, flirting and singing to you until you ask her why she's looking at you like that and she says she is I miss you, but did you spend the day together??

Lee Doona!gf that when she made you cry because she thought she was in love with someone else, but she was just preparing something surprise for you and cried together seeing you cry even after explaining the misunderstanding.

Lee Doona!gf who takes you to swim in the sea (or lake?) while it's night, the cold of the icy water while you have so little clothes on and are almost hugging each other to keep warm.

Lee Doona!gf who plays with you, spending long seconds in the water until you go down to see her looking into your eyes until she comes up and kisses you, she is so in love with you and everything she thinks and that you are too perfect for her .

Lee Doona!gf who, when he discovers that everyone knows them as "the black cat and the orange cat" around campus, tries to find out who is who, gathering clues until he finishes his search and says that even with your group of friends, you were shy too much and only went out when she went, plus it seemed like she was more friendly with your friends than you were! (you are the black cat and she is the orange cat).

Lee Doona!gf who when you go to a park, she insists on going to a machine to get a toy and when she manages to get it she screams like a child who just got some candy.

Lee Doona!gf who loves being spoiled by you, guarding your gifts as if her life depended on it; Small objects like jewelry, stuffed animals and photographs of you, but I would certainly feel bad if you thought she didn't like the gift because she received it with indifference because she was away from home, but that's just her personality!!

Lee Doona!gf who always comes out of the closet with a new outfit that she just bought or is getting ready with you to go out, she gives you a little spin so you can just say that it looks perfect on her, but only her looking at you, seeing that you are drooling over her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she goes out with you and your friends, wears the smallest skirt she has to tease you, knowing that you get weak when she drinks, so she dances with her friends and lifts her skirt a little more, will make you blush more than than normal.

Lee Doona!gf that when you're going back to the dorm, you end up stopping somewhere just to grab each other and kiss like you haven't seen each other in years.

Lee Doona!gf that when someone confronts you, you try to take the lead to defend yourself and Doona pushes you aside, only to argue with a guy older than you.

Lee Doona!gf who got bright-eyed while you tried to chase away the paparazzi who were disturbing your date and you threatened him if he didn't call the police.

Lee Doona!gf wants to see you near your dorm with your friends, discussing a job and she's down the street, call out to you and raise a hand to get your attention.

Lee Doona!gf that when she saw you defending yourself if a group of college girls were talking bad about her and you jumped in to defend your girlfriend even though you were stuttering nervously, when you were left by the group of girls, she hugged your arm and kissed your cheek making you shy.

Lee Doona!gf who loved it when you used her size to tease, lifting her onto her lap, getting on top of her while pinning her to a wall when she's angry.

Lee Doona!gf who to everyone is a clueless bore to others, but to you, she's just a needy little slut while she begs you to go deeper into her with your fingers.

Lee Doona!gf that when you fuck her, she scratches your back and leaves hickeys and bites on your shoulders and neck just to spread the word that she owns you, but it's actually you.

Lee Doona!gf who likes to rub herself against your soft, hard thighs just to get on top of you (or ride you).

Lee Doona!gf who teases you with her skimpy clothes while you're at practice (or match) until you pull her into the locker room and eat her out, making her moan her name without caring who hears.

Lee Doona!gf who feels so sensitive when you degrade her but cums when you call her a princess or a doll.

Lee Doona!gf wants to run between your legs when you are overwhelmed with activities, just to relieve the tension for the test that is coming up.

Lee Doona!gf the first time you made her squirt, you didn't know if that was good or bad, but as you were glued to her pussy you just took it all willingly, getting up to see her exhausted and smiling with her face covered of its juices.

Lee Doona!gf wants to cry when you accidentally overstimulate her because you decided to take it slow, just for sweet and gentle sex but ended up having to fuck her faster and deeper, hearing her screams until she squirts all over you and the covers.

Lee Doona!gf who is sensitive because you want to play with her breasts, you hug her from behind while you are at home and your hands go up under her shirt, starting to roll her nipples between your fingers, sometimes pinching and kneading them while she moans with her head thrown onto his shoulder.

Lee Doona!gf you take care of after having sex, kissing every part of her body and taking her to the bathroom to clean up.

Lee Doona!gf who loves sleeping on your tall body because she feels safe and good with you, just you.

[iznsfw]

Like a Feather From a Swan’s Broken Wing

LE SSERAFIM's Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader Smut

7,468 words

Categories | agent!You, ballerina!Kazuha, cunnilingus, daddy kink, spanking, fingering, slight bondage

Masterlist | Mobile Masterlist | Commission me!

This is a commission in which I was given the task to write literally anything I wanted (thank you!)

“The art of pleasing is the art of deception.”

— Luc de Clapiers

-

The gun’s in a steady direction, only looking forward. It’s aimed at the dark, at wherever the partners of the man you’ve been hunting for months might hide. On the darker side, you wish that if there would be anyone coming out, it would be the man himself so you'd be able to shoot him. He's the source of more headaches than you could count and the one who keeps you up late at night, and never for a good reason.

It's the selfish part of you speaking. You shouldn't let that interfere with the operation. 

You're in uniform, wrapped head to toe in camouflage green. It feels heavy on your skin, but that doesn't stop your determination. You'll carry the weight of your uniform before you carry the burden that is him, who prolongs the operation, leaves your coffee powder short, and keeps the nation in distress.

Today, you'll catch him, once and for all.

Look around briefly. The night covers you completely, and hopefully doesn't cover the enemy, too. You only take a flashed look; quickness is a skill you once were unlearned in but developed later into the senior years of your profession.

Physical strength is another—the door meets the ground with a harsh thud after you kick it down. Training isn't easy by any means, but it's worth it. Hopefully this mission is the same as well.

Teamwork is a skill you learned, too, for like a flock of crows, you and the squad enter the warehouse. Altogether, they're shouting. They call for the victim (add an "s" for plural form, if necessary), telling her she's okay. Everything's going to be alright, they say, no need to worry.

However, they promise a much bloodier end for the kidnapper, who's probably lurking in the shadows.

"Come out now!" Yunjin shouts. She's frightening when she's angry; her brows are downturned and her fierce eyes are locked onto any movement. Hands on her gun, she's always prepared. "We're not going to ask again!"

"Scan the whole place," Sakura, your leader and chief, commands the rest of your team. The hate for the man glistens in her eyes; for her fierce predator looks, the team often dubs her as the cat of your group. "Don't leave one stone unturned."

The cramped warehouse is emptied out by the sounds of boots on the stairs. You take over the mission half and half: you, Sakura, and Yunjin on the first floor and Chaewon, Wonyoung, and Minju on the second. 

Your half of the team knocks over the boxes. They spill out packing peanuts and hints of drugs packed in Ziploc bags. Doors fly open and welcome you into empty darkness. Above you, you hear the newer ones in the squad yelling. It's an amateur habit, but maybe it would work. Maybe it would finally draw the criminals out to justice, and all of this would be over.

But, of course, when they run down the stairs with faces devoid of any recognition and your face mirroring theirs with disappointment, it's clear that this whole thing is far from its end. 

In fact, you're only at the beginning of a long, uncertain road. 

-

Thread twisted around pins lead to everywhere but the answer. You've been staring at the billboard for too long, trying to piece together the olden newspaper scraps and sticky notes, but there's nothing. Any signs of an answer bring you to nothing. Each path, strung by thread and yarn of colors signifying this and that, draws to a dead end.

If you don't work harder with your team, Bae Suzy would be dead, too. 

So why haven't you caught the abductor yet?

You and your team sit at the rounded table. They look solemn, and perhaps a little irritated. You can't blame them—the mission you thought would be the last became another one to the list of failed rescue operations. 

They're getting tired of this, and if it were any other case, they'd let go of it. But this is Bae Suzy you're talking about—she's famous, reputable, and intelligent. She's an accomplished actress, a loveable idol, and an excellent model. All of these make her the treasure of many high-class individuals who’d pay billions and fans who'd give their lives to have her back, so you have to go through. Whether you like it or not, that’s how the story goes.

Your boss, chief Miyawaki Sakura, crosses her arms sternly. High curved nose, straight-set lips, and eyes that never failed to scour through the team, she nods at you. It doesn't take a sign language translator to get what she means: start talking.

"The mission was aborted due to fallacies in translation and sources," you say. You're using your classic, signature neutral tone for meetings like this one. There's an edge to it today, though. No one dares to tell you about it. "One of our sources translated the location and transferred the information to us incorrectly, hence bringing us to another failed operation."

Your teammates nod. Sakura sighs, pinching her nose.

"Due to this," you continue, slapping down on the table a picture of Bae Suzy, in which she smiles charmingly and waves to a mass of reporters, "we must conduct further readings into the case to ensure that the information is accurate. For Bae Suzy, and for us."

Another series of nods from across the room. Most of them are half hearted.

"So, do any of you have a proposal as to where the kidnapper is now? And where he might have brought miss Bae?"

The quiet Kim Chaewon raises her hand. She used to be the one who brought and made the coffee, but after she helped you solve a cold case during her night shifts, you brought it upon yourself to let her join the team. She listened to the seminars well and was excellent in the training. She had potential, is what you're saying, so you're more than glad to hear from her side.

"I believe the kidnapper is a dancer. Maybe he’s brought her to a studio."

"That isn't relevant," says Sakura, venom in her voice. It’s wholly unintended for her to lash out at the new member of the squad, but her exhaustion is getting the better of her today. 

Chaewon blushes. "I believe it is, chief," she retorts timidly. "He left ballet shoes and leotards in the last operation. It might lead us to his location, especially if he's the sentimental type."

"And you say that after we ransacked an old man's warehouse? After he thought we were little shits playing soldiers and looking for some coke?"

“B-but the operation was your idea!”

"I launch all operations, honey," Sakura informs her, smiling with fake sweetness. "What do you do?"

"Sakura," you warn. Your words are tight. You don't have it in your soul to deal with her feistiness today. Any other day you would have let the bickering go on, but the failed mission has downed your spirits. 

Silence passes around the table. Wonyoung's looking around, waiting for someone to speak. Sakura's staring daggers into the flushed Chaewon. Minju and Yunjin are as quiet as they can be. 

Let the silence ferment with acknowledgement: "Thank you, Chaewon, for your input. Any other ideas?"

"I believe Chaewon is right,” Minju pipes up. “We received a letter from the suspect after the operation.”

You smile, both at the good news and the fact that Minju is, so far, the prettiest out of the squad, and doesn't have only a pretty face but the good wits to back it up, too. That's part of the reason why you love welcoming her point of view, but a letter sounds interesting. Probably even more interesting than getting close with Minju, a thought you entertained more than you should.

“Were there fingerprints?” you ask.

She hands you the letter, which is wrapped in an envelope with newspaper and magazine letters carefully pasted on its front. “No. He probably used gloves.”

You carefully rip the hood of the envelope upwards and pull out the folded paper. You then read it out loud:

"To the police, agents, and detective teams—

"You won't ever find me. I float through the crowds unseen. I glide through the lake of circumstance like a swan. I bring her along, and though she's a kitten scared of water, she's mine now. Forever.

"It would take years before you're even able to save your precious little Suzy. It might not even happen at all.

"For that reason, although I abhor you more than you'd think for you all are built on a system of lies and corruption, I offer you this clue:

"I have flown to other nations where my flock calls for me in our garden. Will you be able to shoot me down?

"Soar with me,

"The One Who Dances, A Flame Eternal."

It must have taken hours to cut out all those magazine letters. That's one thing you'll commend the abductor for.

"'The One Who Dances,'" says Wonyoung in awe. She realizes that Chaewon was right about him being a dancer. For someone as young and new to this side of the profession, it’s like watching a thing straight out of a thriller movie.

"'The One Who Dances,'" Sakura repeats, but in a more sarcastic tone than the interested girl. She scoffs. There's a smile on her face that’s amused despite the situation. "Boo, what a fucking nerd. Did he take up human sciences or something?"

"That's not relevant," you tell her, avenging Chaewon (and defending yourself, too, because you also studied human sciences. That's not fair. You aren't a nerd.)

"I’m telling you, those essays they make those kids do rot their brains. Oh, and shut the fuck up. This is why you aren't a team leader."

Choose to ignore her. "I… I just don't get it," you say hopelessly.

Your hair is thin between your fingers as you crawl your digits into it. They're tense, just like you are. You've been tight and stressed through the whole investigation process, in fact, because you've rolled through every possible location: a school, a secret hideout, an old building. None of them are occupied by the criminals. None of them have Bae Suzy.

"We're getting there," replies Yunjin softly. She pats your shoulder and looks at your billboard of pictures and clues, too. "We already know Suzy's being held captive. We just don't know where."

She's lying. That's what friends are for: to lie to make you feel better in situations where it's impossible to be. In that case, Yunjin’s an excellent friend because you're getting abso-fucking-lutely nowhere. It's been one failed rescue mission after another, and it doesn't seem like the next one would be successful either.

"That's the problem, Yunjin." Twirling the black ocean of coffee with a teaspoon, you point to a newspaper clipping thumbtacked to the west side of the board. "Last time, they said the kidnapper took her to the USA because she was seen at the airport."

You rise from your swivel chair to tug out a printed screenshot of the CCTV at said place, and raise it for everyone to see. It shows the timestamps and Bae Suzy looking scared as she stares into the crowds.

"But then she went back to Dutchland," Sakura adds. 

“Correct.” Take another grayscale photo where Bae Suzy waits unwillingly at the airport, and tap on the sign at the very front of the line she's in that says the name of the country. "The sources are just as confused as we are."

Yunjin's furrowed brow quirks. She picks up the folder and goes through it. The papers reflect in her black-rimmed glasses. "Why would she be in Dutchland?"

"Because," jab a thumb into the picture of Suzy again, "Dutchland means something to the kidnapper. He wouldn't have gone with Suzy there for nothing. It risks everything."

Dutchland is the main setting of the case, actually. Everything begins and ends there. Everything you know about the kidnapper lies in the note he addressed to the police, issued by Minju earlier.

Wait—

Pull out the kidnapper's letter again. It's impossible to mistake it for anything else even through the mess on the table when it's smoother than the other scratch papers. The identifying marks are your fingerprints from pen ink branded onto the thin piece of parchment.

Open it, rolling it out on the table like a mantle. It's a mantle of clues you run your finger on. Flown to other nations… soar with me… our garden… The One Who Dances…

Your breath catches in your throat. "Chaewon," you say, looking up at her, “you’re a fucking genius.”

-

One Leaf Academy is a rich, well-established school for aspiring ballerinas and professional dancers alike. There can't be any other the abductor was referring to. There's only one particularly famous ballet academy in Dutchland, and since he's mentioned that he was the one who danced, this was it. The "garden" mentioned in the letter helped map it down to one location.

It looks good even from bird's eye view. You can see it properly without the pane of a window standing in the way. When you’re part of the squad, flights aren’t taken on planes. Instead, you use helicopters, government-owned and government-approved. 

It took only two days for Dutchland to issue an agreement to let you through the borders. They love Bae Suzy, too, apparently. They love her so much that the process went by quickly and you weren’t even stressed about it. There’s more things to stress about later on, but there’s no use in lamenting the future when the present is already good as is.

The green helicopter lands in the forest behind the school. It camouflages among the leaves and trees, giving you the freedom to hop out of it as noisily as you’d like. 

Twigs and branches snap under your feet as you do, and you have to catch Sakura to stifle her trip.

She slaps your hands away and brushes down her dress, as if your touch ruined it. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"You're welcome, Sakura," you say, shrugging.

"Can you two please stop fighting?" Wonyoung asks. Her delicate voice, irresistible even to the hardhearted Sakura, ceases the argument before it could continue.

Pull the ridiculous blazer they made you wear on and look at the team. "Everyone ready? You know your jobs?" you ask. 

"I'm the mother," says Sakura spitefully. She glares down at the gradient dress assigned to her. "I'll pretend to take pictures and talk to you through the phone."

"Who's the baby daddy?"

"For once, I beg, shut the fuck—"

"Guys," Wonyoung repeats with a more pleading voice. 

Sigh. The fight was on you and it's up to you to end it as well. So, turn to: "Wonyoung?"

"I stay behind and watch out for suspicious people," she replies, back to her usual bright but professional self. You hope she doesn't lose the shimmer in her eyes years down the road of being on the investigative team. You'd hate for her to go through what you had to deal with.

"Yunjin?" 

"First round of backup with Chaewon unnie." Yunjin taps the gun hidden in the loop of her jeans. 

"Minju?"

The girl blushes. "Look for Bae Suzy," she says in a small voice. She looks pointedly at you. "And you?"

"Find the abductor." Look down at your shoes and wonder if they'd ever experience a trip that isn't about work. "Put an end to everything."

Everything's been fleshed out already. There are backup plans of backup plans, earpieces hidden on the sides of your head when the need to communicate comes. This is how it usually is with undercover work. 

You ponder, for a moment, and think if it would forever be like this: a game of cat and mouse, always led on but never going through. It just fuels your passion to find Bae Suzy once and for all.

"Remember, this is a recital," Sakura informs all of you. She points to the backdoors of the ballet academy, which suppresses classical music from the inside. "We have to fit in. Don't drop your cover."

She looks at you and narrows her eyes. “Even if somebody tempts you.”

-

"Operation One Leaf, launched immediately."

You enter the recital with the subtle earpiece strapped to your lobe and your steps light. You carry your posture well, and with the suit, draw looks from the other parents and from children, too. They're wondering if you're the owner of the place, or maybe you're a well-dressed teacher? A wealthy father? They'll never know because you won't dare tell them. 

Regard them with a cold yet polite nod and walk through the sides of the chairs. There's not much of the audience left, but you still have to play your part. 

You lock eyes with Minju, who steps into the recital wearing preppy yet casual wear. Mouth her good luck. She smiles, but proceeds into the backrooms without another word. Right. She plays a part in the mission, too. You shouldn't disturb her.

"You're here, agent," she says anyway, tapping onto her own earpiece. Her voice rings in your ear. "Break a leg."

Sakura gets in a little while later. As per her job, she pulls out the communication device disguised as a phone and lifts it to the air, "recording" the dancer on the stage. 

Blend in with the crowd as you will. You're a little embarrassed by the attention you draw with your suit since the whole thing is supposed to be undercover, but there's no going back now. You have to act the part.

So: stride confidently into the room, never looking down. Take the first seat you see at the very front and look at the performance.

That's kind of how it all started: a look. It wasn't supposed to be anything else, but yes, one single look keeps you hypnotized, not just because of the dance, but the girl who performs it.

She might as well be a swan in disguise. She's got this resilient, princess-like look on her face that's more alluring than it should be. Even her hair serves her royalty; it elegantly floats around her neck and shoulders as she prances and twists.

The uniform, a long-sleeved blouse finished off with a flattering tie and a flowing skirt, doesn't hide her gracefulness. She moves in it as if she were the swan lake herself. Her movements are as fluid as can be. Each rush and lift of her leg guarantees an upskirted moment in which you're allowed to bask in the beauty of her legs and the fullness of her butt, and you know you shouldn't look. You're better than that; you shouldn't let a young, pretty girl stall your job, but there you are, front seat at a recital for professional senior high ballerinas, hypnotized by a ballerina's dance.

You have to snap out of it. You have better and more important things to do than mentally undress a pretty dancer, yet your eyes are glued on her. It's like your vision was programmed to catch every twirl and glide she makes across the platform, to relish the poke of her chest through the blouse that's a little too small, to yearn for her.

The music is just a dreamful background to her. You're dazed. Hypnotized. Locked into a passive position because of her. 

You want this ballerina. You can't do anything but look and want and long.

It's almost heartbreaking when her performance ends. She bows deeply, and you swear she's fired you a wink right before she rises up again. 

You have to get to know her. You want to ask her out, maybe even escalate things further on the first date if she’s willing. But you have a mission to do. The squad and saving Bae Suzy come first.

Regretfully, you stand from the monobloc chair and turn your heel. But then there she is, dressed in perfection and uniform, and looking prettier up close when she shouldn't be that close but she is close and you swear one more centimeter closer and you'd be closed up to her lips.

"Hi," she says, casually. 

That deep voice, fuck.

Wait, when did she get here? 

"I, uh, hi? Wait, how did you… why are you—"

"Please." She rolls her eyes, sets a hand on her tiny pinch of a waist. "Did you think you weren't obvious staring me down?"

"Well, uh—"

(What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you stuttering and stammering and stumbling over your words like you aren't more mature and older than her? How could she say that to you and disregard that fact? 

You couldn't be assed to know, but she's intimidating you in a whole different way: making you feel like the platform she dances on by acting sweet but not too sweet, flirty but not over the top. That's what you know, but here's the problem: you have little idea what to do.)

"Calm down," she says. She's a tall girl, but smaller enough to smooth down your blazer and close it softly around your chest. Her eyes are enticing. "I'm just playing with you." 

Swallow. Try to collect your composure back into a neat pile, but it overflows and ceases. "Excuse me," you say, voice shaking, "do I know you?" 

She pushes out her pink bottom lip, bites it, then shakes her head. "It's Kazuha, if that rings a bell."

"If I didn't know your name, Kazuha," you say, "I'd say I recognize you from somewhere."

"You do?"

"Yeah." The more you talk, the more she looks like Bae Suzy. "You, y-you kind of look like someone I'm looking for."

Kazuha guides you with a hand around your wrist and walks you to the backroom. You have no sense of direction when your eyes are sealed onto her gorgeous face, perfect with their brown eyes and sculpted nose. It's a tour guide to danger, and you don't even know that you're hiking.

"Is she your wife?" She rubs the back of your hand with a thumb, looking at you with such authentic concern that you almost fall for it. Almost. "Girlfriend?"

"No." Breathe through your nose. "Just someone I have to look for."

Slam. The door shuts, and now you're effectively pinned upon its wood like a poster. Amazing how a woman smaller than you could do you like that: have you weak at your knees as she keeps you on the flat of the door, stares you down with no hatred in her eyes, but sultriness. You don't know how you pick up all those clues when she's not speaking, but Kazuha, as you come to find out, isn't like any other girl. She's known her whole life to speak through her body, and the message from her hands pushing you into a flattened position and her leg propped next to your hip is clear.

You’re not sure if you want to open her note and read it.

"Tell me," Kazuha says, chastely, although her actions are anything but, "am I as hot as her?"

Your eyes widen. It's utterly unprofessional; you as an agent shouldn't even begin to engage in a conversation about how the victim's sexually attractive when she might be in the most vulnerable place right now.

Stutter again. Broken words become a new language you're fluent in, and might as well be a native speaker of with how much Kazuha learned you into it. You have her slim, hot body pressed up against yours to thank, and the look in her eyes. The tilt of her pretty little head. Her subtle, knowing smirk.

"I can't talk about that with you," you say, because it's true—you can't. You have a mission to do and your morals to keep.

"Sure you can," Kazuha counters. Her eyes glimmer. "I'm the top student in One Leaf. They basically made me a star when they knew that my name meant 'one leaf,' too. Isn't that funny?"

"What's your point here?"

"The point is," she says, leveling your gaze, "if I fuck you right here in this room, they wouldn't give a damn."

She has a hold of your hands, imprisoning them and trapping them on the slopes of her sizable chest. Your breath hooks on nothing and is released incompletely. Kazuha's breasts are so soft, not the biggest but fill your hands up so well that you'd take them over any other pair. 

Have to resist the voice inside you telling you to squeeze. "What are you doing?" you ask. 

"Tell me, what do men like you want?" 

Kazuha curls your hand into her flesh so that she's making you squeeze—

"Tits—" 

—then leads it below her pleated skirt, lets it cup the globes and touch places that should otherwise be left untouched—

"—or ass?"

Both are tastes of heaven. The two choices are soft yet alluring. But you really shouldn't, though you want to rip that skirt clean off her legs and spank her till her cheeks are red. She deserves that for tempting you, for being such a bad girl when she's otherwise excellent at being a ballerina.

"I can't talk to you about that," you have to repeat. But it sounds more like you're convincing yourself rather than her. 

Oh, and she's far from being budged. 

Kazuha pulls you by the tie and drags you to the nearest monobloc chair. There are plenty of other seats just like that here in the utility room, but she chooses to throw a beautiful, toned leg over each side of your hips and sit on your lap instead. Her ass snuggles your crotch and her legs keep you trapped onto the chair.

"What about now?" she asks. 

Then her hips start to sway—it's another coax for you to drag out of your shell and do what you shouldn't. It's another dance besides ballet that she knows well, and you can tell from how her thighs flex and bounce underneath your touch, she's very good at it. 

"K-Kazuha… fuck—"

"Come on." She's straight up dry humping you, dragging her perfect pussy up and down your growing erection. Her eyes and mouth both pose a challenge: "Tell me I should stop. Tell me you want to do anything that isn't to fuck me."

Kazuha rubs herself on you. She uses your clothed cock as a personal toy for a few delicious seconds, then rises from your lap to unbutton her blouse. One by one, they undo themselves and the pale skin of her chest is revealed. There's her small cleavage. A collarbone carved from perfection. Her beautiful chest. Too much is what it is, yet your perverted self can't stop gawking.

You remember Sakura's words earlier. She told you not to drop your cover, not to get tempted. You dislike Sakura, yet it's her warning that ignites your hesitation. She suspected that you'd fall like this. She was only trying to hold you back.

"Well? What's gonna happen then?" Kazuha crosses her arms. They frame the underside of her tits, a perfect picture. "Do you want to go out there and find some stupid girl or fuck the one on your lap? What's it gonna be, daddy?"

You're not a daddy kink type of person. In fact, you don't really have that much of a sex drive. Intercourse and the like are things you have no time for when your job is like this, much less a discovery of a daddy kink.

So why is your dick so much harder now that she's said it?

Why are your hands on her hips?

Why are you carrying Kazuha's lithe form and placing her right on a desk?

Why are you kissing her?

When your lips and hers meet, an apocalypse is birthed. An apocalypse of sex, hunger, and desire breaks out. Your eyes are closed, yet your hands and Kazuha's own know exactly where to touch and hold. She unbuckles your belt and pulls down your pants. You slide your greedy fingers over Kazuha's perfect buttcheeks. Tug off the ridiculous shorts that saved her performance from being pornographic. Rip off the panties that are sticky with need.

"Oh, ohhh, you like that?" Kazuha moans while you kiss her neck and chest. Don't bother to rip off the uniform when it looks incredibly sexy on her fit body. "You like me calling you that, daddy?"

"Quiet. We're making this quick."

"So you do want to fuck me."

Thighs touch your lips when you make your way down. Or is it the other way around? Whatever, the point is that Kazuha's thighs are a delicacy. They're full yet sculpted and would look great looped around your head. Luckily, you find that the sopped core between them is more delicious.

Lick a line from the bottom of her slit right up to her bundle of nerves. "Who says I want to fuck you?"

"D-daddy!" Kazuha gasps, covering her mouth. 

"You're quick to call me that." You kiss the insides of thighs then start trailing your tongue around her clit. On top of it. Under it. Each side is subject to immense pleasure. "Where's the shame, little dancer?" 

"Right on with the nicknames." 

You splay Kazuha's pink lips and stick your tongue in between them. Her hips buckle forward. Her eyes are all wide and eager and needy, and it takes a few more thrusts of your tongue to have them shut. 

However, it doesn't take a lot for Kazuha to moan. Her voice is tinged with deep tones, and they pronounce out prolonged cries as you toy her cunt with your tongue. Her thighs threaten to crush your head, but, if anything, you'd welcome it. You're happy to be trapped in between her luscious legs and keep the feminine scent of her pussy right up close. Her juices could be your water, the food would be her core itself—you're already eating it like a meal anyway.

"Of course. If you want to play games, I'll give in." Toy with her clit, then proceed to give it harsh sucks and slurps that her lower body spasms. "I'm just playing along."

Kazuha bites on a bated breath and beats the table with a bent hand. "What if I'm not playing around, daddy?" 

"Hm?"

"What if, fuck, I'm not playing around?" She pushes you deeper between her legs and wraps them around your head. She toys with the sides of your ears. "Maybe I like fucking people who obviously shouldn't be doing it. Maybe I like calling a hot man daddy. It just feels so good for me. Did you ever think about that?"

And maybe you like fucking a girl who's a hindrance to your mission. Maybe you like eating out her wet cunt, driving your tongue deeper into the soaked fuckhole, and doing everything you wanted to do to her when she was onstage. 

But all of that is just one maybe after another. As far as you're concerned, you don't actually like doing it, yet when Kazuha whines and squirms like that, your mind is quickly changed.

Self-discovery, you guess.

"So do it," you challenge her. Look up at her while you quickly rub her clit. "Call me daddy."

"Daddy, hngnnn, fuck, daddy!" 

Kazuha's pussy creates the most obscene wet sounds. Your index finger doesn't rest; it fires away at her clit, her most sensitive spot, and urges it to become more swollen. More sensitive. More desperate.

Push her other leg up for more access. As you expected, it effortlessly rises. Who knew that her years of dancing as a professional ballerina would translate well when eating her pussy? You love how her thigh quivers and tries to stay upward while you eat her out. That's one thing ballet didn't teach her: to stay stabilized when there's a tongue and finger assaulting her center.

"Are you usually this wet, Kazuha? After you dance out there with your legs and thighs out for everyone to see?" 

"No, no, I'm not wet! You're, hnnn, daddy," her eyes lose focus and she rolls her head back, mouth gaped, "oh, fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum!"

Start to jack yourself off to the unholy, R-18 scene of Kazuha approaching orgasm. Is it a known thing that ballerinas are the most beautiful when they cum? If not, it should be, for Kazuha's blissful face—eyes shut, mouth wide with moans—and her shaking legs enchant you. They draw you into her and have you rubbing and tapping at her core to coax out more euphoric reactions from her. 

Slip your fingers inside her. Be greeted with a fountain of liquid and scent. Appreciate how tight she is when it's only your fingers in her.

"God, daddy, not there!" Kazuha screams. Have to dodge a few times for her kicking and flailing legs to miss your face. "I'm so sensitive there, oh no, you can't—oh, fuck—daddy!"

Her deep voice thrills your erection, and you could have cum on the spot with her if you were more focused on rubbing her orgasm out. A bit of squirt stains your fingers, but you end up getting more stains of girl cum on yourself as you go on fingering and rubbing. 

Kazuha rubs her own nipples as she settles down from her high. "That, that was—daddy—"

You hush her. There's no time to talk. You unravel Kazuha's tie and wrap the little gray thing around her wrists. You knot them tightly after you wring her arms behind her back. She watches on with confusion, wondering why you're suddenly being so horny. 

If she asked, you'd explain that it's because of her. Who else could be the culprit when she's there with her incredible thighs and perfect, fuckable body? When she's the feistiest little thing who just turns out to crumble if the right guy crosses her? Everything about Kazuha seems to be designed and fabricated to tempt you, and look at you giving in.

"You're tying me up, daddy?" she asks, tone varying between disappointment and excitement.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

She's so cute, really—she closes up to you with the biggest eyes of hurt and want, with her slim lips curved downwards into a pout. "You have to fuck me," she says, like it's a promise you made that she's been waiting on to be granted for a while. "It's not fair. You can't even fuck well, daddy, and you're tying me up? You must be joking."

Scoff. "I wasn't so bad at fucking when I ate your pussy."

"I was just moaning to make you happy." Kazuha leans forward, presenting her exposed cleavage and face that looks otherwise innocent besides the smirk. "I love making big handsome daddies like you happy."

Her words and cutesy tone send chills down your spine. She's so attractive that it's becoming scary, even when she's bound by the hands. 

"Don't you feel bad, daddy?" she asks with a timely lull of her head to the side. "You're giving your whole career away to fuck me. You're supposed to be doing something else, aren't you? Something other than fucking me? So why are you here?"

Her words hit too close to home. "You don't know anything about me, Kazuha." 

"Sure I do."

"Turn around."

"Make me. Holy shit, daddy, you have such a big cock, but you're so pathetic. You didn't expect to fuck a girl tonight, did you? But you saw me and thought about it. And now that I've figured you out, you got mad. Why's it the fault of a good little girl like me that you're doing the wrong thing? Maybe it's because you know you're such a bad person, a bad guy—"

You grab her and push her stomach down on the table. Your rod slips inside the ballerina, and she breaks.

And it's everything you've ever wanted: she's hot and tight and wet around you. Her bouncy ass lives up to its description as you pump at a rapid fire pace inside her. Her pussy's so tight that it feels like it's pinching you to keep you inside, and you do exactly that. You'd never want to be anywhere else.

But you still make sure to pull out to let your length breathe, then submerge them into the tightness of her vagina again. Her lips cling to your dick. They don't want you to be anywhere else either. 

“Say you’re sorry.”

"S-sorry, daddy!" she's quick to say. A broken mirror lies across the table, and from there you can see the expressions of winces and moans on her beautiful face.

"Fucking mean it." 

"Kazu… ha, Kazuha… Kazuha's sorry, daddy!"

There's a certain power you impel on this thrust specifically, and it sends her legs buckling. Place a hand on her bound wrists to keep her in place just like she did when she had you trapped to the door.

Frankly, you did it for the chance to slap her cheeks. Spank one and it jiggles beautifully. Spank the other and her hole tightens. Make it a point of yours to spank there particularly, all while keeping the unyielding quality of her hole. It's how you keep the brat that is Kazuha on a leash.

"Daddy, daddy, fuck!" she screams. "You're so, so good, please keep fucking me!"

"Contradicting yourself." Pull out, much to her disappointment, and slide your cock up and down in the plateau of her asscheeks. The flesh of her ass hugs you. 

"Why'd you pull out, daddy?" Kazuha asks. She looks back at you and pleads with the shimmer in her eyes.

"I wanted to see if this ass is as soft as it looks."

For a few blissful moments you fuck Kazuha's ass cheeks, but never really entering her puckered pink hole. It causes her to whine and pout. It's impossible to not give in to such a pretty face, so you continue for a few seconds, letting the pleasure entice your cock to a full solidness, then pause.

"Are you a good girl, Kazuha?" Rub her pussy then bring your slick digits to her mouth. 

Kazuha licks them clean and nods repeatedly. If you weren't so focused on riling her up, you'd go back to the moment your squad nodded their heads as you went over the mission plan. "Yesss, daddy."

"So much you'd let me fuck this perfect pussy till I'm spent?"

"Yes!"

Twist Kazuha around and prop her on the desk. Then, you tear her blouse. Buttons soar in the air to make way for her full, ab-ridden midriff to be exposed. Her tiny slutty waist has your mouth agape. Her small breasts peek through her black lace bra.

"And let me cum all over this midriff?" you ask, staking the deal higher.

"Oh, what's that?" Kazuha smirks. "Is little old daddy scared to breed me?"

Her character when she's not being fucked confuses you just as much as it arouses you. She looks way better when she's being a submissive little dancer, though.

"Bad girls don't get to be bred."

Push inside her. Yes, you're doing this again. Kazuha's abs flex, and the breaths she takes and releases become more strained. 

As you pound her, she looks at you with this face that's lost any elegance from dancing. It's looking like she's slightly sleepy with pleasure, like she wanted to lay there while she let you have your way with her. And you'd be glad to—her ripped uniform and pretty legs would spur you on in no time.

You grab her ass and start dragging her to yourself, too, to fill her deeper. It works; your tip makes it to her womb and right then and there you're tempted to be hypocritical and breed her anyway. You'd love to imagine how her face basked in pleasure would look when you fill her with your load. You'd love to see her pull the weight of being bred well and dance out there with no care that your semen's rolling down her soft legs. 

But she doesn't deserve it.

"Pleaaaase, I'll be so good!" she says. Her hands end up on your shoulders and she's kissing you everywhere. "I'll be a good girl, daddy, just fffucking fill me up. I'll never… I'll be…. oh!"

You're going too fast. Your sudden burst of energy leaves her on the edge. On the wall, to be more precise, because you're ruining and rearranging her insides so well that she's knocked onto the walls again and again. 

"Daddy…" 

Kazuha winces. Moans. C-cries? She doesn't know what to do. Her legs feel hot and she feels like she's going to burst anytime soon. Your cock's impaling her in all the right ways, grazing her cervix and G-spot but also parting her walls just so that the pain transforms into pleasure. "Gonna cum now, daddy, please let me—oh, please—"

The last word comes out wrung in between pitches. Kazuha shudders and squeals. The pleasure's overwhelming her so much that she's let go of her strength. Her legs feel too weak. Her throat, although you haven't fucked it, is sore. Then you're painting her abs, white fluid against and above and over white skin, and she immediately fingers some of your release and pushes a digit inside herself. She's a resourceful girl besides being an excellent ballerina. Good to know.

"You really didn't breed me, daddy?" she asks sadly.

You regret not doing so seeing the hopeless look on her face. "Sorry, but I've got to—"

Your eyes size up to planets.

—"go."

It's only at the finish of your sentence that you realize that you're right. You do have to go. Why are you here when you have a mission to find the abductor? 

"Shit, shit, shit!" Pull your pants up and fix your blazer. It's cool inside the utility room, but your blood's run cold. "I have to go, Kazuha. I—"

Kazuha rolls her eyes. "Fix your earpiece first, daddy. You're a mess."

You blindly follow her words before you even suspect why she knew about the earpiece, or why it's off. After you tap on it, you hear the following, haunting words:

"Mission aborted. Mission aborted. We've been betrayed."

"No, no, no." You shake your head over and over. You can’t believe that was happening and you missed out on assisting your teammates out. Speak through the piece in a shaken voice, "What's going on? Yunjin? Yunjin, what's going on?"

"What the fuck?" she says, obviously infuriated. "I've been trying to reach you, agent! Where the hell are you?"

Look around. "Uh… I met a girl. We're in the back."

"Fuck. What's her name?"

"Kazuha."

Yunjin's voice reaches an alarm you've never heard from her. "Get the fuck out of there, agent! Get away from her, kill her, I don't give a fuck, just run!"

"B-but why?" 

"The kidnapper's not a 'him,' she's a 'she'! It's a trap!"

As Yunjin's voice echoes from your earpiece in the small room, Kazuha's creepy smile grows. 

"Yunjin," flash a look at the ballerina, who’s still smiling, then at the ceiling, "I don't understand."

"Get your fucking head in the game. 'The One Who Dances', agent. 'One Leaf'! The answer was right in our face, it's her!" Yunjin's practically shouting now. It deafens you, but you hear every word loud and clear. "She impersonated Bae Suzy at the airport, agent. The ‘cat’ in the letter wasn’t about Suzy, it’s about Sakura! She betrayed us!”

You look at Kazuha, and suddenly her smile isn’t as alluring as it was when you were fucking her. It speaks of an impending doom. It tells you that you should really run, but there wouldn’t be much change if you did because she’d still catch you. You’d still end up dead.

Suddenly, all the pieces to the story that played behind the scenes fall into place. They connect too well for it to be false. You never questioned once why Sakura led you in each of the operations, and now it’s clear why she did: she was holding you back from saving Suzy. There was a reason why she was team leader. How did you not catch it?

And Kazuha… she didn’t come up to you just because she wanted to, did she? She had a partner and a purpose. You were searching for the culprit ever since you stepped foot into the academy. It didn’t hit you once that you might be fucking her. 

Kazuha takes a few steps towards you and lays her forehead into your chest. “You’re not mad, are you, daddy?”

How did her tie suddenly disappear from her wrists?

[tsubomikrp]

tsubomi is looking for Bae Suzy!

tsubomi is an app designed for LGBT idols and celebrities to safely connect with others just like them! Whether you are looking for friends to share your experiences with, a long term partner, or just a night of fun, tsubomi may be the place for you! We know how hard it is in this industry to find your perfect match, so we want you to feel safe and welcomed here.

mewe • general / smut • literate / semi literate • +18 • LGBT only

rules • masterlist • apply • mobile navigation

[amorouswritings]

may — 21+ — she/they || minors dni.

semi – selective indie ( smut ) rp. will also write slice of life. i will write any pairing and i'm not particular about formatting. taboo themes may occur. banned fcs: the deceased, those who wish not to be used in rp, known problematic celebrities. pretty lenient on other rules, please don't hesitate to ask. always expanding my muse list !

AREUM HAN ♡ spouse of mafia boss ♡ sub ♡ fc: bae suzy, CILIAN MILLER ♡ pool boy ♡ switch ♡ fc: josh heuston, ELODIE YORK ♡ nurse ♡ switch ♡ fc: victoria pedretti, ERIC MOORE ♡ ceo ♡ dom ♡ fc: josh duhamel, LOUISA SANCHEZ ♡ baker ♡ switch ♡ fc: jessica alba, NICOLE BISHOP ♡ student ♡ switch ♡ fc: katie douglas, WILLIAM ARTOIS ♡ crown prince ♡ dom ♡ fc: regé - jean page,

[sinswithpleasure]

Do you thought of making a bae suzy smut in the near future

Ooooooooh that's a name I haven't heard in years.

Eeeeeee probably not? I don't keep up with her.

[bsuzies]

this is the ooc section !

faceclaim: bae suzy (actress, 1994)

hello! you can call me susu! i'm living for 19+ years in the plus side of the world. my pronouns are she/her. if you wish to connect or plot with suzy, you can pm her to do so! the genres i'm accepting are listed below.

⊹ length: para to semi-para. ⊹ response: one to two weeks. ⊹ preferences: present tense, third pov. ⊹ genres: friendship, romance, angst, comedy, smut. ⊹ tropes: childhood friends, celebrity friends, enemies to frenemies, yandere, drunken texts, fwbs. ⊹ location: wallposts = pms/gpms.

[bbsmuts]

Masterlist

This is a list of all my smuts, by group in alphabetical order. Enjoy reading!

😃 - Community favorite (Top 3 in the Leaderboard)

🆕 - well...it's a new one!

AOA:

Career Advice (Ft. Bae Suzy & AOA Seolhyun) 🆕

BLACKPINK:

• After-match Entertainment (Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie)

• Field Trip Series: -Field Trip (Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie & Jeon Somi) 😃 -Field Trip Part 2: The Queen's Homecumming (Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa) 😃

EVERGLOW:

• Promiscuous (Ft. EVERGLOW Aisha)

• College Days (Ft. EVERGLOW Sihyeon)

• Summer Getaway (Ft. EVERGLOW Yiren)

KISS OF LIFE:

• Midas's Gift (Ft. Kiss of Life Natty)

T-ARA:

• Breakfast In Bed (Ft. T-ara Hyomin)

TWICE:

• Lascivious (Ft. TWICE Tzuyu)

• Like OOH-AHH (Ft. TWICE Sana)

• Good As Gold (Ft. TWICE Momo)

• Party In The Barracks (Ft. TWICE Chaeyoung)

• Special Fanmeet (Ft. TWICE Momo & Jihyo) 😃

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

SOLOISTS

Fluff Smut Angst

Taeyeon

I.N.V.U

Closer pt.1

IU

Girlfriend Headcanon

Eunbi

Eunbi x Jihyo HCs

Sunmi

Chungha

Chuu

Yves

Jessi

Bae Suzy

Girlfriend Headcanon

[julie--kim]

About the Muse + the Blog

Writer: Alex/Lex (she/her); 29; EST

Muse: Julie Kim (she/her); 32; private nurse

FC: Bae Suzy (alt: Han Sohee)

Associated Personal Blog: moonstonewrites.tumblr.com

Rules:

Will not write: smut (I will only do fade to black), rape/dubcon, incest/stepcest, extreme violence/gore, self-harm, daddy/mommy kinks, major age gaps.

Will not interact with krps, celebrity rps/celebrity muses.

Will not write with muns or muses under 25. Do not lie. I will block you.

Multi-shipping is accepted.

Will utilize trigger warnings and content warnings as follows: “trigger tw” and will tag for violence, blood, gore, abuse.

Inspiration for Julie

Astrid Magnussen (from White Oleander), Yoon Jin-Myung (from Hello My Twenties), Jeannette Walls, Alex (from Maid)

About Julie

TW: Child Neglect, Early-Onset Alzheimer's

Julie Kim's mom was only a mother in the loosest sense of the word. A true hedonist, in endless pursuits of her various "passions," her daughter was just another adoring member of a curated audience. But she was the only parent Julie had and no one gets to pick who they're born to.

As a young child, Julie loved the constant cycles her mother went through. Some months her mother was all about dancing, then it was painting, then glass blowing. Each new hobby came with a new home, a new city, and a new man.

Child Julie was less enthusiastic about the latter, but her mother was happy. Her mother was fun and loving despite being unreliable. She was more like a friend at best.

With each move, Julie found herself surrounded by more adults than children her own age. Teachers often used the age old descriptor, "an old soul," to describe Julie, but none of them seemed to notice that Julie was the parent to an immature adult.

The only constant in her life was change and schoolwork. Although, Julie could never quite resent her mother's ways, things got lonely (bringing other kids home meant explaining what her mother was doing sprawled out on the couch at 2:00pm on a Wednesday). There was also the added factor that her "friends'" parents forbade them from coming over to a house with no rules. So, Julie buried herself in her studies.

In the end, the combination of studying hard and her mother's lack of job security served Julie well. She wound up with enough scholarships to attend college. Much like before, Julie devoted her time to her studies and stayed at the top of the class.

Away from her mother's whims and woes, and surrounded by the same group of people for more than a few months at a time, Julie finally made some friends her own age.

Her mother, no longer the center of Julie's world, wasn't exactly thrilled and the bond between mother and child slowly faded. At least that was what Julie thought. It wasn't until late 2022, after Julie insisted she'd help her mother move, that she realized her mother's distance and disdain stemmed from more than jealousy.

Her mother's health was less than perfect. The fact became apparent when Julie ran into her mother who insisted she was lost. It was after a few trips to the doctor and then the neurologist -- all appointments that Julie scheduled and brought her mother to -- that a diagnosis came through: Early-Onset Alzheimer's.

The thing that most people don't know about Early-Onset Alzheimer's is that the decline can be swift. As a licensed nurse, Julie knew what to expect, but her mother's deterioration was anything but easy.

With her work schedule at the time and her own expenses, and her mother's distinct lack of a savings account, Julie wasn't sure if she could find quality long-term care for her mother.

So, it was a blessing in disguise when the offer to work as a private nurse for a politician landed at her feet. Julie knew they picked her for a variety of reasons, but the main one had to be her distinct lack of personal ties. Sure, she had her mom, she had a handful of friends, but nothing too close for comfort.

Things change, though, and now that Julie’s begun to lay roots in the place she used to call home, she may find herself with more personal ties than she ever wanted.

[ifeelsounsure0]

Finding Love Part 5: A Midnight Summer's Dream

Suzy x M!Reader

Fluff, Smut

WC: 8063 words

“Hey, Professor. Our new financial advisor just came. She's waiting for you in your office.”

Your phone’s vibration stirs you awake, and you reach towards the nightstand, aimlessly grabbing for your phone. With your eyes still closed, you instinctively type in the password and open your messages. “Financial advisor? Who in the hell?”

You force yourself to sit up and start replying to Sana. “I'll be there in a bit. Just give me a little to get ready.”

Fighting back the temptation to lay back down, you get out of bed and step into the bathroom. 

You don't bother turning on the lights this time and let the natural light from the open window illuminate the room. Everything seems to blur together. It barely feels like any time had passed before you already stepped into the shower, shampooed your hair, and dried off.

You toss together an outfit, grabbing a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. Since you've got no time to spare today, you rush out the door without a cup of coffee or anything else to eat.

“Professor!” You look up to find Sana, dressed in a beautiful light blue spring dress, at the entrance of the hospital, waving at you. “Hurry up! She's already waiting for you.”

Wait, how did I ge– “I'll be right there, Sana.” You shake your head, hoping to shake off the mental fog you're suffering from, and step out of the car. “Sana?”

“Hm?” she hums, scanning her keycard to open the door before letting you go through.

“When did I ask for a financial advisor?”

“You don't remember?” Sana scratches her head and calls the elevator. “I think it was last week. Professor Lee was yelling at you for having such a small profit margin, so you told So Hee to find one for you.”

“Yeah, I don't remember. Where's she from?”

“I think she told me, Goldman Sachs. Honestly, I don't really remember.”

The elevator doors open with a quiet ding, and Sana follows you in. She presses on the 30th floor and leans against the railing.

“You're not going to the lab?”

“Not today. So Hee said she needed to talk to me about something, and so did the new girl.”

You shake your head and lean back beside her, watching the floor numbers slowly tick up. Your eyes find their way to Sana, her lips slightly pursed as she stares at the buttons. Without her typical conversation, the elevator ride feels eerily quiet, and you can't hold back the urge to tap your finger against the railing.

Thankfully, the ride doesn't last much longer, and once the elevator doors open, you leave the awkward silence. Your floor feels empty early in the morning without your staff, but as you walk towards your office, the unmistakable smell of caramel wafts into your nose.

You can't help but smile when you spot the familiar source of the caramel aroma leaning against your desk. So Hee’s wearing an orange sweater that she paired with a lighter tan skirt. Her cup of coffee, which no doubt tastes like pure sugar, sits beside her, the steam reflecting some of the morning sunlight.

“Boss. There you are.” She smiles and opens the door for you, handing you her cup of coffee. “And here he is, with perfect timing.”

Only then do you notice the other person in the room. “Hello, my name is–” Her matcha latte falls from her hand and spills onto the floor.

Your breath gets sucked out of your lungs. A sharp breath through your dry lips. Deep breaths in an effort to dampen the rapidly quickening pace of your heart.

She hasn't changed in five years. Slightly curled brown hair that framed her face perfectly, brown doe eyes, and pouty lips. Her white tee was crisp and contrasted beautifully with her black skirt. Only once the door closes do you notice the scent of lilacs she always wore and the smell of matcha that she was obsessed with.

“Suj…”

“Hey…. How’ve you been?” Her eyes are glued to the floor, and she can’t seem to look up to meet your gaze.

Lost. Missing a piece of my heart. The words sit on the tip of your tongue, begging to be said. If only you could say it, but you feel So Hee’s eyes on you.

“So Hee. Would you mind giving us the room? I need to talk to her for a minute.” You give her a weak smile and wait for her to shut the door to your office before setting down the cup of coffee.

An awkward silence descends. Suzy stands out of arm’s reach, a few feet away from the window, not daring to come closer. She cradles her arm in front of her body, rocking gently from side to side. Her eyes stare at the ground, occasionally glancing up to see your reaction only to return back to the stained carpet. “So, are you just gonna stand there?” You slide over along the table and tap on the empty space beside you. A silent offer. A test to try and understand the state of your fractured relationship.

“Thanks.” She takes a few slow steps closer, eyes still trained on the floor as she leans on the desk beside you.

Another awkward silence, broken only by the sound of your heart beating out of your chest. Your fingers nervously tap on the desk, trying to think of something to say while your eyes stare at her hand. It was so close, close enough that you could just grab onto it and pull her out of this stuffy office, yet it couldn’t have felt any further away as she refused to meet your eyes.

“What are you doing here, Suj?”

“I don’t really know what to tell you. Last week, I got an email from my boss saying that there was a hospital looking for a financial advisor, and he’d like to recommend me for the position since it's in my hometown and I would probably like it. Soon enough, I was packing my bags for a flight, and so that’s how I got here.”

Your hands press down onto the table as you lean back. “So, you’re telling me that you just decided to take the job because it’s in our hometown, and you didn’t know it would be with me?”

She looks up and stares into your eyes. “Why are you acting like you’re not happy to see me? I know that it’s been five years, but I thought it wouldn’t matter.”

A sigh leaves your lips. “So you did know that it would be me.”

“Yes! I did know that it would be you. Happy now? I’ve missed you for five years, and I came back to see you,” she says bitterly, kicking the plastic cup across the room. “I'll just go if you don't want me. I can tell my boss that the environment didn't fit me.” Her voice breaks on the last few words, and she covers her eyes as she starts to walk out the door.

“You know that's not what I meant.” Your hand grabs her wrist, tugging her towards you. “I was just surprised. That's all.”

“I guess I was surprised too. I thought I'd never get to see you again.” Her tone is wistful, and she stares at her hands. “Sorry,” she whimpers, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m such a mess, aren't I?”

“No.” Your hand cups her cheek and brushes away the tear. “Not at all.” You grab her So Hee’s cup of coffee and hand it to her, watching as she takes a sip.

“Your secretary likes her coffee really sweet, huh?” she chuckles and sets the mug back onto the table behind you. “I probably shouldn’t stay too long.” Her hand reaches into her purse and takes out a black folder. “This is the contract provided by my company. Expected profit margins, what you want me to invest extra cash in. Everything should be covered, so call me if you have any questions.” She starts to get up again.

You glance down at your watch and send a quick text to So Hee. “Could you clear my schedule for today?”

“There are only one or two things, but may I ask why?” She responds immediately, presumably because she's waiting outside.

“Something came up.” You quickly set your phone back down only to realize that you'd grabbed onto Suzy’s wrist as she walked away. “Sorry,” you stammer and let go of her wrist. “Anyways. I'm free for the day, so do you want to catch up over lunch or something?”

“I have one or two people I need to visit, so if you want to come along.”

“Y-yeah, sure. I can drive.”

“Perfect,” she beams, grabbing onto your wrist. “Let’s go then. I’m starving.”

You feel your heart beat out of your chest as you stare at her. Her smile hadn’t changed, and for a moment, it felt like you were both fresh out of college, still just taking your first steps into the real world.

“We won’t get anywhere if you don’t follow me out of your office.” Suzy tugs on your wrist to emphasize her point. “Hurry up, already!” she laughs and laces her fingers through yours.

The grasp of her hand feels familiar, and you don’t resist when she tugs you out of your office and runs towards the elevator. You can feel So Hee’s eyes staring as you pass her on the way to the elevator, giving her a simple wave.

“Bye So Hee! It was nice meeting you!” Suzy manages out. Her grip on your hand tightens, dashing down the final stretch to the elevator.

“You know we didn’t have to run,” you laugh, pressing the button once you both stop in front of the doors.

“I know, but it's not every day that you can go out for a nice run.” Her breathing is slightly ragged, and her face is somewhat flush from the sprint. “Not that I don't have a gym membership, but I just don’t have the time.” She glances at your chest before looking up and smiling. “You look a little… bigger.” Her hand moves over your chest before she suddenly freezes.

“Suj? Are you o—” You feel a hard tug as she pulls you into the elevator and quickly presses the bottom floor. “What were you trying to say, Suj?” Your shoulder nudges against her’s and you sadden, watching her stare at the descending numbers to avoid your gaze. “Weren’t you gonn–”

“No, I wasn’t.” She pushes you away from her, wedging herself in the corner of the elevator. “And stop coming so close.” Her hand then lets go of yours, retreating away as she holds herself.

“Suj, just tell me what’s the ma—”

The elevator comes to an unexpected stop, and the doors open. Suzy leaves as quickly as possible, but you grab onto her arm and pull her back. Annoyed, she tries to draw her hand away but can’t release your grip. “I said stop coming so close! Now let g—”

“You’re leaving on floor ten!” You can feel your employees' eyes as they glance towards the commotion before you pull her back. Once she’s inside, you hurriedly close the elevator door, not noticing how close she is to you now. “Damn it,” you mutter and slide your hand down your face in frustration.

As the doors close, the thump of your heart becomes more and more prominent, and when you glance down, you’re caught with Suzy’s doe eyes looking back.

She blinks once or twice and takes a deep breath before noticing her hand on your chest. Her lips are close enough that you can feel her warm breath. After a few achingly long moments, she pushes herself off, managing out a weak “Sorry,” as she returns to her spot in the corner.

You stare at her, silent in the corner. “Suj.” Your voice gets her attention before you tug on her arm so that she faces you. “Are you going to tell me what’s the matter, or are we just going to be awkward all day?”

“Nothing is wrong.” Her murmur is barely audible.

“Of course, something is wro—!” A deep breath. “I’m sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong, Suj.”

“So Hee said tha—” She stops as the doors open to the lobby, revealing a large group of your employees staring at both of you. “I’m sorry. We were just get—”

You quickly press on the correct underground parking floor and smile at your employees. “We’re still headed down. Sorry, everyone.” Once the doors close, you nudge Suzy with your finger. “So? What’s the matter?”

“Well… me and So Hee were talking, and I don’t really know how it came up, but she said that she was dating you.” Her hand covers her face as she lets out a broken sob. “I shouldn’t have come back if I wa—”

“Shhh.” You pull her into your arms and pat her back. “Me and So Hee are not dating, so don’t worry about ruining anything.” Her soft hair brushes against your nose, and get a whiff of her scent. The smell of her lilac-scented perfume was familiar, and you couldn’t help taking a deep breath before letting her cry against your chest. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”

She lets out a few more sobs as her hands rest on your chest and pull your shirt closer.

“I missed you.”

You smile and press a kiss to the top of her head. “I missed you too.”

“You’re a bastard,” she whimpers and pulls away before hitting your chest. “Leaving me to go to the airport alone. I hated you, but after a few days, I realized how much I missed you.”

“I won't leave again. I promise.”

“Better not.” Her weak nod against your chest releases the tension built from wanting to confess for years, and you pull her closer, not wanting to lose her familiar warmth in your arms ever again. When she drags you out of the elevator doors and smiles, you can't help but feel as if everything is coming back together.

She drags you through the parking lot and stops in front of your car, the old classic that looks slightly out of place in a doctor’s parking spot. “You still drive this to work?”

“No… I always drive my ot– I guess I decided to take this one today.” You shake your head, hoping to clear up the fog that hadn't quite dissipated from this morning, but to no avail.

“Are you okay?” Her hand grazes yours, and she pulls you closer with a concerned expression. Reaching up, she touches the back of her hand to your head. “You’re warm,” she mumbles before taking the keys from you. “I’ll drive then. You look horrible.”

“I’m not letting you drive.” You try to snatch the keys back from her, only for her to push you just out of reach and dash into the driver’s seat. “Suj.” Your knuckles rap against the window. “Get out.”

She looks at you back through the window and pouts, holding up one finger and mouthing, “Just this once. Pleaseeee.”

You shake your head and pull on the handle a few more times, but after a few more tugs of the handle, you relent and climb into the passenger seat. Now you can only watch in horror as she adjusts all of your mirrors and pulls the seat all the way forward before asking, “What’s the third pedal for?”

“It’s the clutch, Suj. For changing gear.”

“Oh.” She taps the pedal once or twice before taking a deep breath.

“Just let me drive,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and get ready to step out.

“It’ll be fine,” she reassures, correctly changing the car into first gear. “It's not the first time that I've driven a manual.”

“Second then?”

She smiles and shakes her head before pulling out of the parking spot. “Third.” Her stifled laughter doesn’t do much to reassure you, but you're left with no choice other than to watch her.

After a few poor gearshifts, Suzy eventually gets comfortable driving the car. “Where should we go eat?” Her eyes glance over and settle on your wrist as you scroll through your phone. “You still wear the watch?”

“Me? N-n—” you try to come up with a reasonable explanation only to look down to see the piece you had both bought together. “I guess I did wear it.” Your voice is soft as you inspect the watch under the sunlight.

It was still as beautiful as ever. The brilliant white dial, sparkly silver case, and black leather strap were pristine, almost as if you had never worn it before.

An awkward silence settles down while she stops at a light heading into the fashion district. “I still haven’t worn mine much either,” Suzy admits quietly, staring at the car in front. Her fingers tap against the edge of the steering wheel, the only sound in the otherwise silent car.

“Where are we going?”

“Getting breakfast. Isn’t that what we planned on doing?”

“I know, but….” You look out the window to see the lines of clothing stores outside, beautiful restaurant patios, and wealthy couples, arms linked together as they walk down the white marble streets. “Suj. There's nothing good to eat here.”

Suzy just smiles and continues driving past the fashion district until stopping on a small street in Little Italy. “Come on. Let's get breakfast here.”

You step out into bustling little Italy. A young boy runs around tossing newspapers to each shop, carts sit alongside the road selling hot dogs and shaved ice, and most importantly, there's already a long line coming from the local deli. “A little early for pastrami?” you ask as the door slams shut.

“It's never too early for pastrami,” she says as she grabs onto your hand and tugs you into the line beside her. “It's been so long since I've had some pastrami from home.”

“You've lived in New York for five years, and you still like the pastrami from here?”

Suzy nods her head and takes a step forward. “I only had one pastrami sandwich in New York. It was my first week there, and I wanted to try the famous New York Pastrami from Katz’s. I ended up waiting in line for like an hour.” Her voice softens. “When I took the first bite. Yes. It was delicious. The best pastrami I've ever had, but I realized I was alone. In some new place, without my best friend who’d always eaten with me from the first week of college. So…” she sniffles. “I never had another pastrami in New York after that.”

You suck in a breath through your teeth and watch her sullen expression stare at the broken pavement. “You know I di–”

“It's okay, though.” She looks into your eyes and forces a smile. “We’re here together now. That's all that matters. Right?”

“Yeah.” There's a dull throb in your heart as you stare at her. A mixture of remorse, guilt, and regret all seemed to pull at your heartstrings every time you looked at her.

Suddenly the feeling of her hand clutching onto yours felt uncomfortable, but when you try to pull away, she holds on even tighter. “I told you to put all of that behind us.” Her hand touches your cheek. “I don’t want you to be frustrated with yourself. You can’t change the past, so stop thinking about it. Okay?” She waits for you to nod. “Good. I hope you still remember my order.”

Her unexpected tug pulls you through the door, and you’re caught staring at a grumpy-looking Italian man glaring at you from inside the window.

“Could I have–” you stifle a cough. “a regular pastrami with everything on it.” A quick glance towards Suzy, hoping to get a reaction, only to see her playing on her phone. “and another pastrami but with half mayo, please.”

“Anything else?” The man scribbles down your order on his notepad.

“Could you add another regular pastrami with everything on it, please?” Suzy says, reaching for her purse. “And yeah, that’ll be it.”

You smile and give the man ₩30000. Once he takes it, you glance over at Suzy doing her best to hide her slight smile as she places her wallet back into her purse.

“You'll be order number six.” He rips off an order number and hands it to you.

Your hand barely manages to grab the receipt before Suzy tugs you down to the pickup window. “Did I get the order right?” you tease, expecting her to reluctantly acknowledge you. Instead, she says nothing and continues scrolling through her text messages. “Suj?”

“Hm?” she hums, eyes still glued to her phone.

“I got your order right, didn’t I?”

Suzy sighs and turns off her phone before snatching the receipt from you. She quickly glances over the receipt and then hands it back. “I only get half a sandwich, but you can’t seem to remember that.”

“That’s bull.”

“I told you that you would get it wrong.”

“Whatev—”

“Order six! Order six!” A plastic bag is placed outside the window with a post-it note attached.

Swiftly, Suzy snatches the receipt from between your fingers and hands it to the man inside the window. You can make out the words thank you on her lips before she grabs the bag. “It smells so good,” she says, opening the bag and taking a deep inhale.

“Yeah,” you smile and push open the door for her to step out. “Where are we eating?”

“This time?” She looks around the packed streets at midday and up at the sky.

Your eyes follow hers to the beautiful blue sky with a few small white clouds dotting the sea of blue. “We could go eat at the park.” You meet her eyes. “It’s a nice day today. Maybe play a game of chess by the pond if you want.”

She looks down the street to the lush green park in the city's center before shaking her head. “Let’s go visit someone today.” Her hand lightly holds onto yours as she waits for your nod.

“Yeah. Let’s go see him.” You grab onto her hand more tightly before noticing the eyes of pedestrians on both of you. “Suj. Wait a minute.” Your hand lets go of hers as you take off your jacket and toss it into the car. Then you roll up your sleeves before holding onto her hand again and tugging her towards the fashion district.

After a few minutes, she leads you into Columbus Street, the main road in the center of Little Italy. “We have to get some fruit,” she smiles, leading you into the weekly farmer’s market.

Every Saturday, the small street is closed down, and stalls are set up on each side of the road selling things from local honey to fresh produce.

Suzy smiles as she guides you through the crowd and to a small stand with an array of fruit baskets. “What should we get?” She looks through each basket, occasionally picking up a tempting-looking fruit and rotating it in her hand.

“I don’t even know what’s in season right now?” you laugh and step back a little so she can freely find whatever she wants to eat.

“How much for a box of strawberries, miss?”

“₩5000.”

Suzy nods her head and picks up a promising-looking box. She turns the box and looks at the strawberries on the bottom before taking five dollars from her purse. “I’ll just take this one, please.”

“Of course,” the old lady smiles and takes the bill. “Does your boyfriend want anything?”

“Him?” Suzy smiles before turning back and grabbing your hand. “Do you want anything, babe~?” She stifles a laugh as she watches your cheeks flush a bright red.

“N-no, thank you,” you stammer and lead Suzy away from the stall. Once you’ve made it far enough away, you turn towards her. “What was that, Suj?”

“What do you mean, babe?” She smiles deviously and runs her hand down your cheek before grabbing onto the back of your neck. Her hand forces you just close enough that you can feel her warm breath brush against your lips. “Look at how flustered you are,” she breathes.

The beat of your heart becomes painfully evident as it quickens inside your chest. Your hand wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. Her small frame presses against you, and her left hand rests on your chest, maintaining some small distance between you.

“You’ve changed.”

“I realized that it’s better to take chances before they slip away.” Your hand presses on her back to push her closer.

Her hand on your chest forces you back, and her finger comes to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere, so let’s do this another time, okay?” She runs her hands through your hair before grabbing back onto your hand. “For now. Let’s go have breakfast. I’m hungry.”

“Y-yeah. Let’s go eat.” You force back the sinful thoughts and follow after her.

Once you round the final corner, you spot a motorcycle officer standing beside a car, notepad in hand, as he marks down a ticket. The realization soon dawns on you, and you stop in your tracks. “It’s okay. We parked in a free parking spot.” Suzy’s finger runs over the back of your hand. “Worst case scenario. I’ll just pay for it.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

She nods and continues walking down the street before stopping outside a watch boutique.

It looks the same as before. The open plaque still hangs right on the door, a few beautiful watches are still displayed outside the window, and a familiar old man sits behind the counter with a magnifying glass over one eye as he skillfully opens up the case of a watch. (His shirt pocket is creased from holding a box of cigarettes inside it for so long, but now only holds a beautiful black pen and his glasses.)

She stands outside silently and continues looking through the window. A quiet whimper leaves her throat before she covers her face with her hand, and a small tear runs down her cheek.

“Hey. Hey. What’s the matter?” you wrap your arms around her and gently lean her head on your shoulder. “Don’t cry. You’re back home now.” Your hand pats her back as your shoulder becomes wet from her tears. She slowly pulls away after a few minutes, and you run your hand down your cheek. “Ready to go in yet?”

She weakly nods but lets you step through the door first.

“How can I he— Goddamn it, you bastard, you actually came!” Michael smiles and sets down the watch. “Come here!” He rounds the counter before stopping in his tracks as Suzy steps in beside you. His eyes widen, and he quickly runs his hands down his face in disbelief. “Suj?” He speeds past you and pulls her into an embrace before softly crying against her shoulder.

“Hey, Michael.” Her voice is soft, and after a few sobs, she breaks into tears on his shoulder.

You’re left standing there, watching both of them as they whisper in each other’s ear and cry. It feels nice to be able to see both of them together again, almost as if this moment is just a dream, and you can’t help but pinch yourself to make sure this is real. After another minute, you decide to step away and give them their moment.

You step behind the counter and admire the watch that Michael was working on, its beautiful movement held together by the small pins and screws that were carefully sorted to the side of the velvet tray.

After a few moments of staring at the timepiece, you walk further down the counter and open the door to his office. Inside, you find a comfy leather chair behind a small office desk. On the desk is an empty cigarette tray and a pair of photos, one of his late wife and the other a trip from the week before Suzy left.

You spend a short amount of time staring at the photo before the sound of movement outside turns your attention away. After setting the photo back down, you step back out to find them getting ready to eat, a plastic bag laid over a glass case to avoid any accidental stains.

“There you are!” Suzy smiles and pulls the stool beside her closer before opening another pastrami sandwich. “Hurry up already! I’m hungry.”

“I’m coming,” you say and sit down beside her. The moment your hand wraps around the sandwich, she takes a messy bite causing Michael and you to make eye contact across the table.

“Some things never change, I guess,” he shrugs and takes a small bite.

“You expected her to change?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “No. She’s still the same as ever.” You can feel his eyes on you before he looks over towards her, and you quickly pass her a napkin.

“Thank you,” she manages out between bites as she quickly dabs the corners of her mouth.

“You still eat like a five-year-old.”

“And?” She finishes her bite and swallows before articulating the rest of her point. “Eating pastrami is meant to be messy. You don’t eat pastrami with a knife and fork.”

“Yes, but…” Your napkin dabs her chin as a little juice comes down from the corner of her mouth. “You can eat pastrami and not look like a child.”

Just as she's about to take another bite, you say, “Let me get the sauce on your lips.” You move towards her and dab the corners of her mouth, getting rid of the small drops of sauce stuck to her lips. Suddenly as you're getting a small crumb on her lip, you feel her breathing slow and cheeks warm. “Suj, are you ok–” You glance up and unintentionally meet her gaze.

Her warm breath brushes against your lips, and she takes a deep breath before swallowing the lump in her throat.

Suddenly, Michael clears his throat, and both of you turn to look at him. “And here I was thinking you were coming to visit me.” He shakes his head before taking a bite.

“Sorry,” you say, slowly moving away from Suzy.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Young love and all that jazz.” His voice is mocking, and he does a slight pizazz motion with his hand to bring home the point.

“We get it, Michael,” Suzy laughs, eyeing you for a moment as you take another bite before finishing half her sandwich. “Well?” She dabs the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “How’s business been, Michael? Looks like you've been doing better?” Her eyes glance around the shop; a lot of the displays are only half full and a few completely empty.

“It's gotten better lately.” His eyes follow her gaze. “There's been a lot of new jobs lately, and a lot of new customers come to buy a new watch.” He stares at the watch on his wrist. “So yeah. I’m a certified dealer for most of the manufacturers now.”

Suzy nods her head, setting aside the other half of the sandwich. “How's Mary? Where's she going to school?”

“Mary?” He grabs a photo from behind him and shows it to both of you. “Mary’s in her last year at Dartmouth. Probably gonna try and get an internship in New York since she still wants to work in finance.”

“That's fantastic!” Suzy digs through her purse before producing a business card. “Have her call me when she's done. I can set her up with an internship.”

“Thank you, Suzy.”

“Anything for a friend.” She smiles to herself before looking at his shirt pocket. “No cigarette box?”

Michael looks down and takes out the pen. “I stopped smoking a few months ago.” He stares at you and chuckles. “An old friend came to visit and gave me a friendly reminder.”

You can’t help but smile when you think about your last visit with Michael. Suddenly you feel an elbow to your side and look to your right to find Suzy glaring at you. “What!” she mouths.

Goddamn it.

“Don’t get mad at him, Suzy.” He gives both of you a kind smile. “I’m sure he was just as heartbroken by you leaving as I was.” There’s a faint sadness in his voice as if he still hasn’t fully recovered from those five years. His hand reaches over the table, and he grabs her hand, running his finger along the back. “We’re just glad you’re back, now.”

“Yeah….” A soft sigh leaves her lips.

“You still wear it?” Michael turns Suzy’s wrist so that the face of her watch shines under the light.

“I guess we just happened to wear a matching set today.” You laugh and look at Suzy, a slight blush rising on her face when your eyes meet.

There’s a knock outside the door, and you spot a recognizable face—someone from a magazine or something you’ve seen before. “We should probably go. You’ve got a customer,” Suzy says, grabbing the plastic bag.

“Wait! It’s been five years, right? Leave your watches here. They need to be serviced to run correctly.” There’s a smirk on his face as he slides both of you a velvet tray to place your watches on top of.

You chuckle and unclasp your watch, placing it on the tray.

“It’s good to know that you’re still as clever as ever, Michael,” Suzy sighs and places her watch beside yours. “We’ll see you next week then.”

“Mm, I’ll see you next week. Bring Cubanos next time.”

“Of course, Michael,” you say as you open the door to leave. “We’ll see you next week.”

“See you next week!” Suzy yells before she runs back into the shop and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

You laugh, watching both of them hug each other again, neither wanting to let go. “Hurry up, Suj! This poor man is waiting to get a watch!”

“I’m coming. Stop rushing me!” She eventually pries herself away from Michael and runs out the door. “Let’s go.” Her fingers lace with yours, and she looks up at you with a bright smile on her face.

Your heart skips a beat, and you cover the crimson blush on your face. “Y-yeah. We can head back now.” You grab tightly onto her hand and politely nod to the customer waiting outside before following after her.

The midday sun feels pleasant, with light dotting clouds on the beautiful blue sky. It was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. The same could be said about the company beside you.

Her lilac perfume scents the air around you as you walk back through the empty streets. Her hand lightly grasps yours, occasionally pulling you closer whenever she nuzzles against your shoulder.

A perfect fairy tale ending. She was— is everything you’ve ever dreamed about. Your first love. The person who left a hole in your heart that only she could fill.

If only this moment could last forever. Just as you reach your car, your phone comes alive, and you’re forced to take an urgent call from So Hee. “Hey, So Hee. What’s up?”

Suzy lets go of your hand but remains beside you, a concerned look on her face. “Is something wrong?” she mouths.

You shake your head and smile before grabbing a strand of her hair and bringing it up to your nose. ‘It’s nothing.”

“Boss? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, So Hee. Could you say that again?”

There’s an audible sigh on the other side of the line. “Professor Lee has just approved Sana’s request for more funding. She needs you here, so you can sign off on the spending.”

“Yeah. I’ll be right there. Thanks, So Hee.” You turn off the line and sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose.

“Is everything alright?” Suzy grabs your hand, running her fingers along the back.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. I’m sorry, but we’re probably gonna have to head back to the office.” You look at her apologetically, expecting a frustrated or disappointed expression on her face.

Instead, she simply runs her hand down your face and smiles. “It’s okay. I had fun today, and I’ve been meaning to get all my things set up in the office anyways.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t look so depressed.” She pinches your cheek. “Worst comes to worst. We can do something fun in the office.”

The only response you can manage is a weak sigh before getting into the car.

—-

The pile of paperwork was finally done. Sana’s request for new blankets and books for her ward was approved, So Hee’s schedule changes have been signed off for the next month. All that was left was ensuring that Suzy had finished moving into her office.

You step from your office to a dark room, save for the singular light from across the hall. A dim yellow glow from a desk light that Suzy has on while working on her laptop. Her glasses fall slightly past the bridge of her nose, and you can see the reflection off the lenses. There’s a slight pout on her lips as she works, occasionally taking a sip of the half-full matcha latte beside her. Her eyes, however, remain intently locked on the screen as she types away at what you could only assume to be the investment spread for the hospital in the next year.

A few knocks on her door draw her attention away from the screen.

There's a short moment just before your eyes meet where a nervous breath leaves your lips. Your heart races, and you nervously swallow a lump in your throat.

Her eyes meet yours, and a slight smile appears on her face as she practically leaps out of her chair to open the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Me?” She glances at the mess of papers on her desk, various spreadsheets of profit margins, and potentially high-risk investments. “Just figuring out the spread I wanted for the portfolio.”

“You should probably head home. It's getting late already.” You lean on the desk and watch her simulation calculate the best investment spread. Your hand rests on the top of the laptop, and once the simulation reaches a quarter of completion, you shake your head and close the laptop.

“Yah!”

“You can do this tomorrow. It's getting late.” You look around the office. “We’re the only ones left.”

Her expression shifts, and a seductive glint appears in her eyes. “Really~?” She climbs onto the desk beside you and moves her hand onto your chest, sliding up until it reaches your loosened tie. “You’re telling me that….” Her fingers tighten the knot around your neck. “We’re the only ones left?”

“Suj….” Your hand grabs onto her wrist. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Her finger slides down the knot of the tie. “And why not?” She glances around the dark room before gently placing her hand on your thigh. “We’re all by ourselves anyways.” Her fingers then move up to your jaw, pulling it closer to her. “You don’t even know what I want to do yet, dummy.”

“I have some clue,” you breathe, her warm hand on your thigh driving your mind haywire as you’re entranced by those familiar yet entirely unfamiliar brown eyes. 

“Do you?” She grabs the end of your tie and pulls you closer till her lips almost touch yours. “Are you so sure now?”

“Suj…” Her warm breath brushing against your lips drives you insane, and your eyes look down to her flushed cheeks and red lips. Those beautiful lips, plush, almost pouty, with a light tint of red. They just look so– you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your hand touches her lower back, and you pull her towards you, a small yelp leaving her throat.

You feel her hands touch your chest before her lips crash against yours. Her lips are soft. Undeniably so, you could taste a hint of the matcha latte she was drinking just a few moments ago. The smell of her lilac perfume becomes indescribably distinct as her hair brushes against the side of your face. Warm breaths tickle your upper lip before her lips slowly part, and you can feel her hand grab a handful of your white shirt, tugging herself closer.

Her tongue touches yours for a moment before she pushes herself away, face flushed a bright red. “We should’ve done this sooner,” she breaths while her hand begins to work away at your tie. Her fingers fumble with the knot, trying to pull it apart before she takes a deep breath as your lips touch the side of her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Your teeth run along her skin, and a slight smile creeps onto your face as you watch her lean back, softly breathing.

It was an ethereal sight, her face flushed as gentle breaths left her lips, the beautiful white skin of her neck unmarred, perfect. A gentle breath becomes a soft gasp when she feels your teeth bite down on her bare skin.

Her grip on your shirt suddenly tightens, and you can feel her hands on your chest before she pushes you away. “I have to go to work tomorrow,” she laughs, her voice caught between laughter and a soft moan.

“We can just take the day off tomorrow.” You quickly force yourself back, enjoying her breathy moan when you start kissing by her throat.

“Goddamn it,” she hums, another ragged breath escaping her mouth. “Don't.”

A sigh. “Fine.” Your lips kiss her jawline and feel her writhe in your arms as you move down to her collarbone, barely exposed through the top of her shirt.

“You’re such a fiend,” she laughs, her hands making their way to your collar and loosening your tie. A few deft moments of her fingers unbuttons half your shirt before she pushes you away from her. “You can stop nibbling away at my neck.”

“And why—” Your hand on her waist tugs her closer. “would I want to do that?”

“Because….” She meets your gaze, biting her lip. “Maybe.” Her finger gently touches your cheek, making sure that you’re still staring at her eyes before slowly tracing down, pushing aside the two open halves of your shirt. “I want to do something else.”

You can feel the beat of your heart as her hand slides over your chest, occasionally letting her nails run along the skin, adding a strangle tingling sensation that drives you mad.

“You’ve been working out, it seems,” she says with a wry smile. Her fingers unbutton the last few buttons above your abdomen before hooking onto the top of your hands.

“Suj….”

“Suj~.” She mimics your voice with a smile and presses her hand on your abs as she leans closer. The seductive glint still hasn’t left her eyes, and she keeps one hand on your chest to keep you from moving forward. “I love it when you say my name like that,” she smiles, her warm breath tickling your lips before her lips crash against yours.

Initially, you only feel the warmth emanating from her flushed cheeks and the softness of her beautiful lips before she grabs onto your tie, pulling you forward. Your length strains in your pants as she pulls on your tie like a leash, forcing you deeper into the kiss while her hand slowly runs down your thigh. The feeling between your legs is excruciating, painful, and you shift underneath her, trying to get some stimulation before the taste of blood seeps into your kiss. “Focus on me, dummy.”

She pulls away from the kiss and bites down on the end of your tie, using her hand to shimmy it out of your collar and then tighten it around your neck. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” Her hand on your thigh traces around your hardened length. “You’ve always wanted to be mine. Haven’t you.” You open your mouth to answer, only to feel a harsh tug around your neck as she wraps the tie around her fingers. “Don’t kill the mood by saying something stupid. Just nod.”

A soft breath leaves your lips, and you give her a weak nod, watching a cruel smile form on her face soon after. “Good. Now kiss me again.” She doesn’t give you much of a choice, yanking on the tie again until your lips are forced against hers.

The kiss is possessive. Suzy controls you with her makeshift leash, and her teeth touch your lips every few moments, a cruel reminder of what will happen if your focus shifts elsewhere.

While she kisses you, her hand on your thigh begins undoing the button of your pants. Her lips never leave yours as she tugs off the black slacks and tosses them somewhere behind her. Your shirt follows after it, leaving you in a pair of black boxers and a black tie.

The room's cool air makes the hair on your legs stand up, and you can feel your length stand up on its own, her hand tantalizingly close to it. “You’re so needy.”

She lets go of your tie and hooks both hands onto your boxers, tugging them off your legs before moving back and admiring her work. “You look perfect.” Her finger runs over your lip, getting a tiny bit of blood which she takes a taste of, while her other hand rubs lazy circles on your thigh.

“Enough of this.” Her hand wraps around your length, and you take a deep breath as her cool fingers constrict around your need. “I’ve been wanting this for too long,” she says, reaching down and letting her slick panties fall down to the floor before climbing back on top of you.

Her lithe frame sits on your lap as she grabs back onto your tie and stares into your eyes. Entranced. The only way to describe how you feel. Everything feels numb as you gaze into those beautiful brown orbs; not even the feeling of the tie constricting around your throat could get you to look away from them.

“Ah fuck.” She pulls again, her lips right next to your ear as she softly moans. “You feel amazing.”

Your mouth opens to say something, but another harsh tug from her silences you. Her finger presses against your lips, and she seductively meets your eyes, a silent moan leaving her lips.

You let her finger rest on your lips for a few moments before quickly taking it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them while you admire the shocked expression that quickly shifts to seductive approval as she runs her hand down your cheek. “You’re such a fiend,” she chuckles, letting her finger slip out of your mouth with a pop as your lips start feathering kisses against her neck.

You kiss her neck with a slight smile, enjoying the softness of her skin while your hardened length presses against her abdomen. Her skin is like the softest velvet against your lips, and her warm breath brushes tickles your ear.

Your hand slips underneath her dress, pushing it off her shoulder. “What are yo–” She breathes a slight laugh as you begin kissing her shoulder, worshiping the gentle curve of her collarbone and the soft skin of her arm.

“Stop.”

Her stern voice forces a pause as you’re pushed away from her shoulder with a firm hand on your chest. 

“We shouldn't be doing this….” Suzy’s eyes are downcast, but her hand grasps firmly onto your shirt. “It's our first time seeing each other in years, and we’re just fuc–”

“You don't want to?” Your finger traces down her jaw before pressing it upward, so she gazes into your eyes. “It's perfectly natural, Suj. We’re both adul–”

“Not like this.” Her hand grazes down your cheek lovingly. “This just feels too much like a fling…. Right?”

You nod slowly.

“Wait for me, so I can be with you.”

Note: Hope you all enjoyed this one. It took me a while to write it, but I would say that I'm pretty happy with it. Thank you to my editing team, @kaedewrites for reading the smut, @fillinforlater, and @v1ntrix for reading the entire fic. All of you are amazing. Nonetheless, thank you for your time reader. Hopefully, I'll see you all soon. Love, Unsure.

[lockefanfic]

Green Silk

Part 1 of this series of oneshots.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he said as she excused herself from the table to go to the washroom, not knowing that every syllable that left his mouth was a dagger into your heart.

On the outside you smiled, laughed, clapped him on the back and said the words of encouragement that were necessary and expected of a best friend. That’s what best friends did.

On the inside you struggled to contain the emptiness in the chest one feels upon receiving ill news. You suddenly would’ve rather been anywhere else, anywhere else on Earth aside from this bar where you’d decided, foolishly, to meet up with your friends for drinks.

“Listen,” he says, turning to you, seeing the proud eyes of his best friend but blissfully unaware of the pain and anguish building just behind them. “I… I’ve been thinking about it, and honestly, I have to thank you. I wouldn’t have met her if it weren’t for you.”

“Bro, naw, don’t worry about it,” you say, adding a shrug and a wave of your hand for emphasis, even as the knot of emotions in your throat threatened to choke out your ability to speak.

“No, I’m serious,” he continues, his arm on your back now, his hands squeezing your right shoulder in a friendly hug. “You met her first. You had dibs. But you still let me take a shot. And now here we are three years later and I’m like, an hour away from proposing to her.”

He reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, where he withdraws a small red velvet box. The glint in his eyes and the smile on his lips are those of a young man who knows his life was about to change that night.

“Bro, I’m so proud of you,” you say once more as he puts the ring away. You bring him close for a hug, ostensibly to show your pride - but in reality so that he wouldn’t see your eyes and the emotions they would betray.

“I’m gonna go take a piss. I’ll grab drinks on the way back to celebrate,” you manage to spit as you rise from the table. Your eyes are watering. The lump in your throat is thickening. You needed to get away.

“Just don’t mix those two up!” your best friend replies, before some other friend at the table cracks a joke, and his attention finally, mercifully, leaves you.

A whirlwind of emotions assault you as you stumble towards the back of the bar, alcohol and feelings and nostalgia all mixing into a heady cocktail that you weren’t quite ready for, weren’t sure you would ever be ready for.

You wanted so much to be proud of him - of your best friend, who’d shared so much of your ups and downs in the many years you’d known him. After so many shitty relationships he’d finally found someone he’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

All thanks to you.

You’d known her for almost a decade, having met while you were both in university. You’d kept in touch after graduation, and when the small start-up company you’d worked for had finally decided it was time to hire a full time marketing manager, and she fit the bill perfectly. You’d become close friends since you started working together, and while it was clear you were both attracted to one another, the stars never aligned. You were both too busy with work or meaningless dead-end relationships. That moment - the moment that takes a friendship and turns it into a relationship - never came.

One day you decided to invite your best friend to after-work drinks. She was there as well. You thought nothing of it. You didn’t know that you’d find yourself regretting sending that invitation for years to come.

When he asked you to introduce him to her that night, you did. When he asked you if it was okay for him to ask her out you said yes. When they started going out, you were happy for them. And when they became serious, you were proud of them. 

Because that’s what best friends did.

You rub your forehead as you approach the rear of the bar and the hallway where its washrooms were located. You could feel a headache starting. You decided that perhaps it would be best if you made up some excuse and left - you weren’t sure how you could handle seeing them together, just minutes before they became enga-

“Hey,” comes a soft voice to your left - and a pale hand on your shoulder stops you mid stride.

When your eyes meet hers you feel the breath leave your lungs - the same way they often did when you made eye contact. 

“H-hey,” you manage to mumble, caught off guard. Her hand leaves your arm, and you both stand there awkwardly, unable to look each other in the eye. You both stare at the floor and your feet.

“I was… just on my way to the washroom,” you say beneath your breath. You look down the hallway towards the washrooms, unwilling to face her.

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” she says suddenly. Her accusation causes you to look up at her, and while those beautiful features of hers are as bright as they usually are, there is a hint of something else behind her eyes.

“Red handed,” you admit, raising your hands.

“He’s going to propose to me tonight,” she says softly, eyes returning to the floor.

“Really? Wow, that’s great-”

“Don’t pretend he didn’t just tell you,” she says, looking up at you again. “You know how he can’t keep a secret. You know him.”

You smile, although it is a sad one, with little happiness behind it. “Yeah, I do,” you admit.

“Then you should know how terrible he is at hiding jewelry brochures,” she says, this time with a soft smile of her own.

“Yeah,” you say, not quite sure how else to respond.

You both stand there awkwardly for a few moments, your eyes locked on one another. The bar is busy, and the loud voices and shouts of the crowd fill your ears, but you registered none of it. You stood only a few feet away from her in the cramped hallway, but it felt like it may as well have been miles.

“Congratulations,” you say, and while you intended the words to sound sincere, your heart betrays you, and your voice cracks slightly.

A sad smile appears on her lips. Her eyes glisten in the low light of the hallway. Her bottom lip gives the slightest of trembles.

“Thank you,” she answers softly.

You turn away to continue down the hallway when her hand reaches out to your arm to stop you from going any further. You stand there for a split second, her small hand on the crook of your elbow. It lasts only a second. It feels like forever.

She pulls you towards her until you are facing her. Her lips crash into yours.

Nothing could have prepared you for it. Neither of you could have said or done anything that could justify it. But as her soft, sweet lips press themselves against yours you knew damn well that you loved every moment of it.

It is over too soon - and when she breaks the kiss her eyes look into yours with desire and need and a million other emotions that you knew she’d been keeping inside for far too long.

“Just once, please,” she says, barely above a whisper. 

She reaches down to your hand, grasping it with hers, and leads you down the hallway. She pushes open the door at the end of it, revealing an empty staircase leading to the upper floors.

Even before you are fully past the door she is already pulling you towards herself, molding her small body against yours as she pushes you against the wall. Your hands embrace her torso involuntarily, wrapping your arms around her, delighting in the feel of her warm frame against yours. All the while your lips continue to duel, your tongues searching for and finding one another as you kiss.

Her lips taste of sweet cherry and her breath smells of a beer or two. 

The kiss tastes like sin.

Your hands roam her body, delighting in the feel of delicious curves beneath thin silk. She was wearing a tight, short strapless green dress that clung to her like a second skin, making it easy for you to appreciate the delicious curve of her naked back, her small waist, and the round fullness of her ass.

She gasps a little as you palm her butt, her breath filling your mouth as she exhales into it. She breaks the kiss, and you both stare at each other, faces mere inches apart. You both stand there for a few seconds, teetering on the edge, ready to pull yourselves away and apart - or fall willingly over it.

She makes the decision for you.

“Take me, please, just once, oh, please, just once…” 

Her pleas break down the last of your restraint, the last vestiges of caution still present in your lust-addled mind. A decade of unfulfilled lust and need joined you both on the edge and threw you both over it.

You turn her around so that her back is against the wall, and you dive into her neck with your mouth, filling your mouth with her taste and your nose with her scent. She tastes of vanilla chased with lust; she smells like strawberries and raw need. She gasps softly as you begin to explore her body, her open mouth next to your ear giving breathless voice to the sinful pleasure quickly building within her.

Your trail of kisses reaches her upper chest - and she is the one who grasps the top of her dress and pulls it down, revealing her perfect, round breasts. They bounce free from their silk prison for only a moment before your mouth is on them, wet tongue quickly latching onto her stiff nipples, swiping the hard bud with long, needy licks before latching on to it and sucking deeply.

Her gasp turns into a moan as you suckle from her breast. Your hand finds her other mound and teases the nipple there as well. Her own hands are not idle - they go from digging almost painful furrows into your scalp to down between your bodies, where she quickly finds the buckle of your belt and begins to undo it.

It’s your turn to moan out loud when she finds your cock, already stiff with excitement at the opportunity to indulge in the body of a young woman you’d lusted after for so many years. Her slim, thin fingers wrap themselves around your shaft, quickly pumping as best she could given the position and the fact that you were still suckling on her breasts. 

“I need you, in my mouth, please, just once,” she gasps, the words spilling from her mouth, each syllable heavy with pleasure and lust and need.

You finally tear your mouth from her to look her in the eyes - hair frazzled, breathing heavily, dress pulled down to reveal saliva-streaked breasts. But she looked no less beautiful. You’d never needed her more.

She wastes no time - soon she has dropped to her knees. You almost wished you had a moment to just stand there and take in the moment. But she was having none of it. She’d waited a decade for this moment. And so had you. 

When she takes you into her mouth you feel like you’d just died. So many years of being the good friend. So many shared hours in the classroom or in the office or at the bar, searching and waiting for a moment that would never come. So much tension built up over long gazes at one another, accidental touches and goodbye hugs whenever you parted. And it all found its release here, in the back stairwell of a bar, on the eve of her engagement to another man. 

You look down, almost afraid to watch for fear that the sight of her taking you in and out of her mouth would drive you insane. But when you finally gaze down, and find her eyes looking back at yours, you wonder if there were any sight that could have been more lustful, more intensely intoxicating. 

And the feel - of her tongue pressed against the underside of your shaft and swirling around your tip with each bob of her head, and of her hot, wet mouth and those tight, soft pink lips wrapped around it - it was almost too much to handle. You watch as she pumps the base of your cock with her left hand while her right hand plays with the wet flesh between her thighs. It was probably a minute or so she spent there, on her knees, sucking deeply and firmly on your cock as she fingers herself. Every second of it felt like an eternity.

Every second of it felt like sin.

She was forbidden fruit now; not simply another man’s girlfriend - now soon to be another man’s fiance. She was already alluring. Now she was irresistible, and you had to have more.

You grasp her naked shoulders softly and pull her up. She lets out a soft moan as your cock leaves her mouth one last time, but she knows what is to come next. Her eyes tell you all you needed to know. They tell you she wanted this, had been wanting it for as long as you had - consequences be damned.

She reaches down between your bodies and grasps the hem of her dress, pulling it up towards her waist, revealing her lack of underwear - and the glistening pink lips between her thighs. She looks up at you, eyes half-lidded with need.

“Fuck me, please.”

You reach down and grasp the back of her knees before lifting her up off the ground, pressing her against the wall. She wraps her legs around your waist. You reach down and point yourself at her entrance. You slip inside her.

When you fill her completely for the first time you both let out a long gasp into each others’ shoulders. A need fulfilled, a lust sated - but one that was tinged with the betrayal of a man who was close to you both. 

Sinful pleasure. But the sinfulness, the wrongness - it made the pleasure more intense.

You begin to thrust into her, fucking her against the wall. The years of need and frustration give you all the strength you need to hold the entirety of her weight. She was already wasn’t very heavy - but tonight she may as well have weighed nothing.

The tight, wet, hot silk of her pussy; the light, airy gasps of barely restrained lust leaving her mouth and filling your ears; the warm heat of her long legs and soft thighs wrapped around your waist - intoxicating, inebriating. You were drunk on her, and you needed every drop of the drink she was pouring down your willing throat.

Gasps and moans fill your left ear in a wordless jumble of sounds. No words, no dirty talk - only the sounds of a woman giving in to temptation and sin. What words could either of you possibly say in this situation? Words were foreign concepts. There was only lust, and need, and sex - and the only language here was the one being spoken by your bodies.

Your cock drills into her again and again and again, her wet slickness lathering your shaft with juices, some of it dripping down onto your balls and splashing wetly in small drops on the floor. Her nails begin to dig almost painfully into your shoulders. She could have drawn blood, and you wouldn’t have noticed or cared. All that mattered to you was the next thrust. The next entry into her body.

Every second you spent inside her was a sinful betrayal of your best friend. But you threw that knowledge aside, pushed it into some dark corner of your mind for your future self to deal with. All you wanted now was the next second, and the second after that. A dark part of you wanted it to last forever, claim her for your own, never let her go.

She orgasms suddenly, as though wanting intentionally to rouse you from your dark thoughts. Her body spasms and shakes around you as the pleasure overcomes her senses. She gasps and moans directly into your ear. Her pussy pulsates and tightens. She quivers. She shakes. The feel of her body’s reactions causes you to tremble in response.

So far she’d been the one in charge. She was the one that stopped you on your way to the bathroom. She was the one that pulled you into the stairwell and she was the one that kissed you.

It was your turn to take charge. It was your turn to stake your share in your sin.

You pull your shaft slowly from her body, and she lets tired legs fall to the floor. With hands on her hips you spin her around so her back is facing you. She catches on. She spreads her legs, her back arching deliciously as she presses her ass against your crotch. Needy. Wanton. Lustful. Consequences and the possibility of later regrets be damned.

You enter her again - this time she is tighter and wetter. A drink with an added shot. A drug laced with something stronger. 

You fuck her roughly against the wall. She moans and gasps and quivers as she is taken, the wordless tumble of sounds leaving her mouth telling you that she was deriving as much wicked pleasure from this as you were. 

You burn the image of her in your mind - torso pressed against the wall, expensive green silk dress a mere sash of fabric around her midsection, exposed breasts pushed against cold concrete, the round cheeks of her ass bouncing with each thrust of your hips. The wet, slick lips of her pussy, barely visible, are tightly wrapped around your cock with each exit and welcome it greedly with each entry. 

Her dress seems oddly vibrant and colorful, despite the dim light of the stairwell. It is almost a teal color, or a dark jade green. Green like envy. Envy for a relationship another man enjoyed, one you never had. Green like jealousy - jealousy you knew you shouldn’t have felt, for a man who was your best friend, and for the long life full of love that was laid out before them.

She had the same feelings for you that you did for her. 

She should have been yours.

The realization of it almost makes you go mad. It makes you angry.

You fuck her even more roughly, your cock pistoning in and out of her helpless pussy at an even quicker pace - and her moans and gasps rise in volume in response. Her walls tighten and pulsate around you once again, and you know she is on the verge of orgasm once again. You snake your right hand around her torso to find her right breast, finding it cold with the chill of the concrete wall. You find and pinch her stiff nipple. She lets out a long, needy moan as you take her body, have your way with it.

You feel your own orgasm beckoning. She tumbles over the edge first, becomes a wet, quivering, trembling mess only held up by the cock nailing her to the wall. You bury yourself as deep as you can into her body.

When you cum inside her nothing else exists. Not the sinful temptation, not the knowledge of knowing you were cumming inside your best friend’s soon-to-be fiance. And surely not guilt. That would come later.

For now all that existed was the hot wetness of the mess you were making inside her body with each spurt of hot semen you fire into the depths of her pussy. That was all that mattered. That was all that you gave a damn about.

You both stay there, frozen, for more than a few minutes as your bodies slowly recover from the intensity of your respective orgasms. The pleasure worms its way through every inch of your body, and when it winds down you are afraid of losing it. You want to chase it, hold on to that feeling forever, even as it left your body like grains of sand between the fingers of a desperately grasping fist.

You bury your head against the crook of her shoulder. You relish the feel of her warm body in your arms and the wet flesh between you that connected you to one another.

You close your eyes - a part of you never wanted to open them, for fear of what you would have to face when you did.

After you slip from her body you both spend a few awkward minutes in silence making yourselves look presentable. Reality returns, unwelcomed, to your world. You tuck yourself back into your pants. She pulls her dress back into place, wiping the wicked evidence of your sinfulness from her thighs with a tissue she retrieves from the purse she had carelessly discarded on the floor when she first pulled you into the stairwell. 

She avoids your eyes. When she is ready to leave she faces the door to the bar’s bathroom hallway, her hand on the knob.

“Last chance,” she says, softly, barely loud enough to hear.

A few moments pass as she waits for a reply. Her hand on the doorknob trembles ever so slightly. Even in the dark of the dimly lit stairwell you can see her eyes are glistening with tears. 

One of them falls down her cheek as she opens the door and returns to the bar. She is off to enjoy the rest of her evening, and the new life she would soon begin with her future husband. You let her go.

That’s what best friends did.

---

Author’s Note: oof.

Sad endings aside, I hope you all enjoyed this. I think the Dress series will be a regular thing from here on out. They’ll all (probably) be oneshots, and don’t worry, they definitely all won’t be as sad as this one. :)

[girlgrouptrash101]

Suzy - Hazy

Request: "Can i request scenario with Bae Suzy where reader and her meet at club and they flirt, dance and hook up in bathroom?"

Word Count: 1,200 Words

Warnings: NSFW Content Ahead

A/N: yes I am in fact alive I know you’re all surprised

- C

Your mind was clouded with flashing lights, hot girls and alcohol as you moved along with all the other people on the dance floor. You weren’t usually one to go out partying, but life had been getting on top of you a bit lately, and you just needed to de-stress, and let your hair down a bit.

Out of everyone dancing on the floor, there was only one girl who had caught your eye. It was a brown-haired girl in a little black dress, and you’d been trying your best to get close to her all night.

After a few more shots and your friends hyping you up, you finally got the courage to go over to her.

“So, are you going to finally talk to me, or are you just going to keep staring at me for the rest of the night?” She said, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped at her boldness, and she grinned at the way your cheeks flushed red.

“Don’t tease me, let’s just go dance….”

“Suzy.”

“Okay Suzy, let’s go dance?” You said, raising your brow in hopes that she’d follow you to the dance floor. She nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the mass of sweaty bodies. She didn’t let go of your hand so you didn’t get lost, making sure you kept close to her.

She moved easily to the beat, a lot smoother than everyone else who mas moving like a drunken mess; most of them probably couldn’t even hear the music anymore.

Your hands came to her waist as she wrapped her own around your neck, bringing her face closer to your own as she danced. You watched her with hooded eyes as she moved against you, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she stared you down.

Suzy turned around in your hold, your hands gripping tighter on her waist as her back pressed up against yours. You groaned as her ass pressed up against your hips, still swaying along to the beat.

Suzy whimpered as you moved her hair to one side, kissing and nipping at her ear and moving down to suck at her neck. You smirked as you left a little mark there, and as soon as you saw it you knew you wanted more. You had no idea who this Suzy girl was, but already you were getting addicted to her; you needed to get closer.

It seemed Suzy was having the same thoughts as you as she grabbed your hand, making a beeline towards the bathroom. You followed with a lazy grin on your face, this gorgeous girl was about to give you all her attention, and you couldn’t help but get an ego boost at the way guys and girls alike looked rather jealous that you were the one holding Suzy’s hand.

She wasted no more time, shoving past drunken girls fixing their already ruined makeup in the bathroom mirrors. She found the first empty stall and pushed you inside, barely locking it before pulling you back to her and smashing her lips on yours.

Your hands moved to thread into her hair, pulling her even closer as your tongues battled for dominance.

Suzy was getting impatient with your wandering hands, and you barely had time to react when she grabbed your hair and pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

You quickly bunched up her dress around her stomach, licking your lips at the sight of a wet spot already on her panties. You pushed your face into her, kissing over the thin fabric that was leaving little to the imagination already.

Both of you were too far gone to think about teasing any longer, so you didn’t hesitate for a second when she asked you to just please her already.

Suzy’s panties were soon down around her ankles as you dipped your tongue into her and started to eat her out like she was the last thing you were ever going to taste. Suzy’s hands came down and buried themselves in your hair, tugging harder every time you did something that was just right.

Seeing Suzy’s eager reactions, you wanted nothing more than to hear her screaming out your name – even if it was in the middle of a bathroom of some downtown nightclub. Your hands stayed firm on her thighs, your nails digging into her soft skin as your head stayed buried between her legs.

Working away on her clit, you groaned at her sweet taste; you felt like you could never get enough. You were soon finding more pleasure than pain in the harsh way Suzy was pulling on your hair, everything just adding to the pressure growing between your legs.

Your tongue flattened out as Suzy pulled you impossibly closer, grinding on your face to get her ever closer to her impending high. You could tell she was close by the way her hips started to stutter and how her moans got a pitch higher than before.

With just a few more licks against Suzy’s sensitive spot, you had her tumbling over the edge. Your hands gripped even tighter to her thighs, feeling her legs shake as she came hard. You lapped up everything she gave you, your mind still hazy from the amount of sticky sweetness she was giving you.

As soon as the gorgeous girl had recovered you were pulled to your feet by your hair, dragged in for a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Suzy pulled back to work on your neck, leaving marks across your skin so you didn’t forget this experience anytime soon. Not that you ever would anyway.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the way Suzy kissed and bit at your skin, little groans leaving your mouth. You were so distracted by her, that you didn’t even notice her hand pushing past your panties and delving into your wet heat.

You whimpered against her lips as she kissed you again, her fingers getting wetter and wetter with your arousal. As soon as Suzy was satisfied with how wet you were, she slipped two fingers inside, making you bite her lip harshly.

You clung onto her shoulders, practically moaning into her mouth now rather than kissing her. Suzy wasn’t letting up, thrusting inside quickly, curling her fingers with each movement.

With each thrust, her palm hit perfectly off your clit, bringing you ever closer to the edge. Suzy leaned forward and nibbled on your ear lobe, letting your head fall forward onto her shoulder as you finally came.

Suzy pulled her fingers out of you, putting them into her mouth and tasting as much of you as she could.

With one last kiss, Suzy helped you sit down, holding her phone out for you. You got the message, putting in your phone number for this mysterious girl kneeling in front of you. She leaned up, kissing your forehead and winking as she pulled away.

Suzy looked over your worn from once more, smirking before leaving the cubicle and disappearing back into the mass of people outside.

You definitely hoped that she’d put that phone number you gave her to good use, you just had to see her again.

[hongism]

yes no maybe - b.chan 18+

» b.chan x fem!reader » smut, slight angst, pwp » exes to lovers, one-sided enemies to lovers » language, explicit smut (specific smut warnings under the cut) » wc 8.7k » summary: saying you don’t ever want to see chan again would be overdramatic and irrational. saying you don’t want to go back to him however is an entirely different story. » a/n: we aren’t talking about it okay. title from the song ‘yes no maybe’ by miss bae suzy the lyrics fit the fic rather well <3

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smut specific warnings: public sex, semi-public sex, car sex, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, impregnation kink, marking, oral sex: f, multiple orgasms, cum eating, size kink, hair pulling, some dirty talk, petnames (darling, baby girl, sweetheart, princess once), some possessive themes, slight degradation (reader @ chan), praise, something of a hand/finger kink in there i kinda blacked out

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It’s not that you absolutely despise the man currently sitting across from you now, in this cramped and far too small cafe. Nor are you terribly annoyed by his presence even though you didn’t plan this little outing with him — frankly, he invaded your private time by deciding to sit in the armchair across the low table with his own coffee in hand. You were of half a mind to kick at his shins but the table is too low for you to reasonably do so without spilling your own drink and knocking his laptop off as well. You aren’t that kind of cruel, even if you mean to be a bit of a bother.

Seeing him now is nothing particularly new, at least not in your opinion. You see him around quite often all things considered, and seeing as the two of you work at the same place it is only inevitable that you bump shoulders here and there. At your favorite niche little coffee shop however? Absolutely not. Which means he followed you here. 

“Can I help you with something?” You inquire as one of your legs crosses over your other knee. The position is a defensive one of course, with your arms brought up to cross over your chest and all, but your sudden guest pays your shortness no mind. 

“Just here to grab some coffee and get some work done,” he replies through a sickeningly sweet smile that’s coupled with deep dimples pinching valleys into his cheeks. You force your gaze to the window on your right and stare out at some squirrel trying to steal a lady’s muffin. If you think too deeply about it — which you’re begging yourself to not do — you’re certain you would feel the ghosting sensation of his soft lips across yours, along with the gentle caress of his hands down bare skin.

You squeeze your eyes shut to push those fragmented memories out of your head. 

Perhaps there was a time when you tolerated Bang Chan a little more than you do now.

That’s neither here nor there because right now it’s all down to the man who occupies the seat a little ways away from you and you are begging yourself to have an ounce of self-control and restraint to keep from doing something you regret. It’s more likely that you’ll say something unnecessarily hostile in your efforts though.

“You working on the installation piece for next month?” He leans forward enough to glance over the lip of his own computer and at the notepad you have splayed out on the table. Quickly, your hand slaps down over the paper in a poor attempt to conceal your designs there. To no avail, of course, because your hand can’t cover the whole paper on its own, and Chan, in his neverending bout to see you squirm, flicks his gaze up to meet your fiery one. The glint in his eyes is twofold: knowing and teasing. You swallow down the insult fighting to breach your lips. 

“No peeking,” you say instead, nose wrinkling as Chan leans back with a loud laugh. “Amanda doesn’t want us to collaborate until next week.”

“Playing goody two shoes now won’t do you any good, baby girl. You forget I’ve seen all your dirty little secrets behind closed and open doors.” His posture is lackadaisical in a way, nonchalant just for the sake of pissing you off, and you know that because it’s become something of a default stance for him to take for the past several months now. Or if you’re being more specific, since you broke things off with him.

“Then let’s talk about why you followed me here.”

“Me? Following you? Hardly.”

Your lips curl into a frown, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by your companion, but you ignore his stare in favor of picking up your notepad once more. Pen in hand, you draw your knees up onto the seat to keep Chan from seeing any more of your work. 

“Do you wish I was? You need me to want you to get off at night or something?”

Your composure fractures a hair. Knuckles bleed white, and you whip your chin up to glare holes into Chan’s forehead only to be met with the same irritating gaze as before. 

“Don’t,” is the only threat you can muster without fully cussing him out here in public. 

“Maybe I was following you. Just a little, to see where you scurry off to during project breaks. Hyunjin says you always go to the same place, so I had to see for myself. And what do you know? He was right.”

“Hyunjin is a fucking snitch.”

“You still wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?”

A low blow, by Chan’s standards, although you can’t blame him for it.

Maybe at the end of the day all the anger you direct towards Chan is simply a result of your own missteps and faults months ago. There’s still a myriad of reasons floating through your head about what pushed you to the decision, along with what was going through your ex’s head as he agreed so readily and without a second thought. 

“And I did, thanks. It was wonderful.”

“I can tell based on how you don’t speak to each other anymore. Although… I guess that tends to be a trend with you and your boytoys, doesn’t it?”

You slam your foot down on the tiled floor so hard that it echoes a bit and startles the customer at the table just adjacent to your little corner. Before you can even part your lips to spit out a retort, Chan is speaking again.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore, y/n? Thought you promised there was no bad blood between us.” His tone is still soft and amiable, enough to make drop your defense a hair and settle back more comfortably in your seat once more.

“Isn’t that how it always is?” you mumble. It borders on the bitter side if you’re being honest with yourself. “Anyway, Hyunjin is the one who stopped talking to me. After I told him I didn’t think it was working out. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Could be. We promised to stay cordial after all.” Chan shrugs and brings his laptop to rest on his knees. He won’t look at your face now, yet you’re almost grateful for that.

“I don’t think cordial entails telling you the details about my past relationships.”

He dares to look at you then, but you drop your eyes first. He pushes his laptop to the side without explanation then gets to his feet and steps away from the chair and table. You nearly believe he’s just going to up and leave like that, abandoning his belongings with you without rhyme or reason. He turns when he reaches the edge of the counter and heads right back towards you though. Upon reaching you, he breaks out into one of his stupid trademark grins that never fails to make your stomach do backflips. He juts a hand out into the space between your bodies.

“Hi, y/n. My name is Bang Chan, I believe we work in the same department under the same creative lead, Amanda Wang. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you hiss out between gritted teeth. It’s easy to slap at the offending hand dangling in the air before you. Even as you smack him away, Chan laughs like you’ve just told the funniest joke known to man. He collapses back into his previously-occupied armchair, still laughing without a care in the world. “You only came here to embarrass me, is that it? Am I just supposed to never show my face here again, you twat?”

Chan grins wider.

“Come on, that’s not really what you wanna call me. Put a little more fire in there, baby.”

You ignore his request in favor of checking the clock on your phone. Half-past three. If you walk back now, you’ll be at least ten minutes late to check back in with your team leader.

“Great and now I’m late to getting back to the office because of you.”

“I drove here,” Chan says. He’s still smiling.

“Isn’t that convenient?” You sneer in return, almost hating the arrogance rolling off his shoulders.

“For me, yeah. Don’t think I heard myself offering you a ride though.”

The nerve.

Your lips part in disbelief while Chan just leans forward as he closes his laptop. His tongue pokes out between his lips, and you catch a glimpse of that little ball of metal that rests at the center.

“Could beg for it…” he pushes the device back into his messenger bag, maintaining the same cocky eye contact with you all the while. “Or I’m sure Hyunjin would pick up the phone if you called.”

It’s then that you recall exactly why you had ample reason to break things off with Chan, and why you weren’t the one solely in the wrong over the course of your relationship.

Three slow blinks later, you’re packing your own bag with an annoyed huff and a sting to your eyes that’s humiliating at best.

“I’d rather risk being late. Thanks though.”

“A-Ah, y/n, I was just kidding! You don’t — there’s no need to beg, I’ll give you a ride back.”

For whatever reason, his insistence stops you in your tracks, and you pause to look into his eyes for any sign of more insincerity. You find none. It’s the only reason you let yourself agree.

“No funny business, Chan, I was already late once this week because of traffic.”

He throws his hands up and shakes his head almost immediately.

“You have my word.”

For all that’s worth, you say to yourself rather than out loud because you aren’t keen on picking a fight when he’s already rubbed salt in a wound that hasn’t fully healed yet.

There’s a sort of familiarity as you follow him out of the cafe and to his dingy pick-up truck that he’s had since well before you met him. The kind that sends you back several months and plunges you into ice-cold waters of what you used to have with him before it all ended in a mess of gasoline and flames. The same feeling pesters you as he pulls the passenger door open for you and keeps a hand near your lower back just in case you fall because you always had a tendency to slip on the running boards. The plan you had to give him the silent treatment on the ride back to the office goes out the window when he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.

“I’ve tried, you know. To call Hyunjin. Or just text him. Kinda hard when he’s got my number blocked.”

Chan wets his lower lip and plugs the keys in without saying anything. That silence persists for longer than is comfortable, and you start to backtrack when it gets too unbearable.

“Forget it, what am I saying? You don’t even care about my relationship with him, you’re probably happy that I’m mis—”

“I’m not. I’m not happy that you’re upset or that you’re hurt, especially when I know you’re lying when you say you were the one to break things off.” He twists the keys, and the truck revs to life. The radio blasts something by The Weeknd over the speakers, something new and recent that you had half a mind to send him a text about when it dropped because sharing music with each other used to be oh so frequent in your lives. The music thumps through the vehicle, loud and grating against your ears like you’re in a club rather than a car, and you find yourself staring over at Chan yet again. 

The blue tone to his hair is fresh, something you noticed about a week ago when he first got it, and if you dared to be perfectly honest you’d have no issue admitting how damn good it looks against his skin tone. Other than that, he’s not really changed. Not that you expected him to — you see the man five days a week in the office, it’s not like he’s just drastically changed overnight or anything but still. A big dumb dangly silver hoop hanging from his ear to match the chunky bracelet around his wrist to match whatever tough-guy aesthetic he’s always gone for (it’s a farce to you; you know him better than that, you know that he’s a softie under all those layers). It shouldn’t surprise you or catch you off-guard that he’s visually no different from the man you used to know so well. But here you are lamenting what was and the way things are now because perhaps part of you knew that talking to him like nothing had changed would make those old, buried feelings spring up without any effort on your part. 

The way he drives infuriates you just as it used to as well, simply on account of how damn distracting it is for you. One hand clenching the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles shift with even the slightest movement, the other drumming over the center console in time with the beat of the music.

You suppose you can only be grateful that he’s not pestering you for more information about the relationship just after him or whether there had been others along the way. He probably knows there was no one else except for Hyunjin already; it’s rather hard to keep a secret from a man you work with when your team is so full of gossipers. 

“You going to the company dinner Friday night?” he asks instead, both catching you in the act of ogling his hands and abrupting bringing your thoughts to a screeching halt. You’d forgotten about that precious little thing. Company dinner means seeing two of your exes in one place, which you aren’t particularly keen on, but work comes before pesky relationship woes. All you can do is hum a small noise of approval for several seconds.

“Kinda have to, don’t we?”

“Eh, don’t think Amanda really keeps track by the end of the night. Going to the new club downtown, remember?”

You’ve done well to avoid such outings for a long while now, at least the ones where you knew at least one of your exes would be present, so you’re of half a mind to play the avoidance game yet again to preserve yourself from making bad decisions.

“I’m driving myself if you need a designated driver.”

“You know I don’t like getting drunk,” you say through a half-smile, one that Chan mirrors without looking over at you. 

“If you need a ride then.”

It’s firm and final right then, both the fact that you are most definitely attending the club night this week and that you’re allowing yourself some room to make some god-awful decisions that same night.

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It’s already well into the evening by the time you show up at the bar with one of your other coworkers on your arm. She’s already had a bit to drink, considering how she’s giggling and clinging to you like her life depends on it, but your stomach has been flipping over itself and causing you nothing but pain since noon hit. The option to call out sick lingered in the back of your head. You shot it down without second thought; it isn’t that you really can’t help yourself, simply you’re already in this deep. Why would you back out now?

Mina leaves your side the second you get inside, which is only mildly concerning because you catch sight of your boss on your left, and seeing her catch the other clumsy woman is reassuring enough by your standards. You migrate closer to the bar at the same time with your fingers tugging loosely at the hem of your black dress.

“Your boss ordered drinks for the whole night. Feel free to ask for anything on the menu,” the bartender tells you as you settle your hands on the wood. You give a small nod in reply and blink down at the paper he slides your way.

“They’ve got your favorite.” A new voice, cold and unwelcome, along with a hand that moves to settle on the other side of your body even though the newcomer stops on your right side. His arm is long enough to wrap around you without him being fully pressed into you and if that wasn’t clue enough, he’s also not built the way Chan is. Too tall, too lanky, too familiar as well though. “The Leg Spreader.”

“How clever. Did you look that one up before you came?” you mutter back, pushing the paper forward as you shrug yourself out of his caging grasp. “Just an Old fashioned is fine, thank you.” You twist to put your back to the lip of the bar, and in a desperate attempt to ignore the man lingering beside you, you blink around the club for anything that’s more interesting than him. It’s rather packed, but that’s to be expected for a Friday night, and you can hardly see through the mass of bodies under the club’s strobe lights. All the more shocking for Hyunjin to be wasting away next to you.

“You finally toughen up, doll?” Hyunjin settles beside you, almost seeming to accept his defeat in not pulling a bigger reaction out of you. “Boring.”

“You wasted enough of my time, don’t you think?”

“Oh come on, we both got what we were after, didn’t we?” His elbow knocks into your side like it’s merely a jest, but you’re rolling your eyes and looking the other way before he can laugh in your face. “It’s just that one of us wanted a little more than what was offered.”

You’re second-guessing your drink choice now, and something that hits harder feels a lot more tempting now. Maybe shots? Shots are always a good idea, right?

“Night’s barely begun, Hyunjin, let’s not ruin it yet. Find me later if you wanna argue.” He’s clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth a moment later, then pushing off the bar right after. It’s clue enough that you’re about to be free of his presence in the very least, so you turn back to the bar to check on your drink. You should know better than to think that he would leave without getting the last word in, however, because you’ve barely thanked the bartender before Hyunjin’s voice is hitting your eardrums again.

“We both know who’s gonna be playing that game later, and it surely won’t be me. Try not to embarrass yourself in front of the whole club like you did last time.”

The hilarious (or disheartening depending on how you view it) part is that the man has every right to say such a thing and you can hardly be mad at him for speaking the truth. Better to suffer a little humiliation from him now rather than by a whole crowd of people later. 

“y/n, y/n!” Mina is back on your arm, grabbing onto you as you nurse your drink, and with her comes your boss. “Let’s go dance, please. Don’t wanna dance with strangers alone.” You don’t have time to glance over at the other woman with you before Mina is tugging you away from the bar. Amanda simply waves you away and takes the spot you just occupied by the bar, no doubt ordering a drink for herself in the meantime. 

Mina brings you to the outer edge of the dance floor, where the crowd isn’t as thick, and you’re grateful for that much. The slightly shorter girl drapes her arms around your neck in an attempt to support her own weight as she starts to sway in time with the thumping bass of the music. You aren’t much of a dancer yourself, so you simply let her take over and try your best to match her rhythm even if it’s stilted and awkward on your part. It isn’t long before she’s pressing up into your space to shout over the music.

“I saw Hyunjin corner you at the bar! I’m sorry.” Her tipsy pout is genuine enough, and you appreciate it for what it is because she knows: the on-off relationship you had with Chan prior to fooling around with Hyunjin and the catastrophe that was that relationship with Hyunjin both. “I don’t see why he can’t leave well enough alone. Annoying ass.” She huffs through her pout then tips her head back to look at the ceiling. “I bet if you got on with some other guy tonight he’d finally realize you aren’t trying to get in his pants anymore.”

There’s no use trying to reason with her when she’s already this far gone but part of you wants to argue that he’d only view it as something desperate and lame on your part, and you don’t quite feel up to banging a stranger tonight either. The only shame is that Chan has yet to make an appearance.

Mina dips further back and knocks her head into someone’s chest, a rather tough-looking someone at that based on how he’s dressed in a tight black turtleneck and a leather jacket to overlap it. But then you’re looking up to his face to find strong features and a head of blue hair that glows a little under the club lights. Hardly someone tough after all.

“Care to take her off my hands?” you ask over the thrum of the music. Chan laughs as he weaves around Mina’s flailing limbs. 

“Rather dance with you, if I’m being honest.”

Ah, this is dangerous.

Unfortunately, you can’t just abandon Mina here alone to chase some dick, no matter how good or big it might be.

Then again, Chan seems to have other plans. He wraps himself around your other side, stepping behind you without quite laying his hands on you yet, and you think he’s about to grab your waist when his breath kisses the shell of your ear.

“Is it alright if I touch you?”

A sharp inhale, and you’re already falling into the intoxication that always comes with Chan. He’s wearing your favorite scent, the cologne you gifted him last year for his birthday, and that alone is ridiculous to the point of hilarity. 

“Go for it, big boy.” 

He hums at that, but you moreso feel the vibrations rushing through his chest as he presses up against your back. His large hands push around your waist to settle on your abdomen. One quick glance down and you feel yourself swallow around nothing, not because of how low his hands are against your body but rather the way the tips of his index and middle fingers can overlap with how he’s holding you. 

Mina’s lost herself in the music now, and it’s clear that she has no intention of tuning back into any sort of conversation you might try to have with her. So, you throw your head back against Chan’s shoulder and twist to press your mouth close to the curve of his jaw.

“You’re a menace.”

“Was hoping you’d call me a dumb bastard, darling.”

A laugh breaches your lips, but it sounds more sarcastic than anything. 

“There’ll still be time for that later, I’m sure.” You hadn’t meant to say that out loud or to fall into Chan’s whims with such practiced ease either. Yet here you are, ready and willing to sign yourself over to a repeat of the more pleasurable parts of the relationship you had with him. He’s so insufferable you’d almost rather smack him upside the head and cuss him out for ensnaring you with such little trouble. You’d probably have to knock yourself out in the meantime to keep from being hypocritical on top of that. 

“Miss you,” Chan murmurs against the spot just underneath your ear. The riskiness of your position has your head swimming. Mina is still in front of you, still trying to encourage you to dance like Chan isn’t seducing you right before her eyes. You’re also still on the outskirts of the dance floor and not far from the bar. Your boss no doubt sees the whole scene unfolding at the same time. Hyunjin is nowhere on your mind, not even to flare up the old flames of I hope he sees this, I hope he misses what he had, it’s just a dizzying blend of Chan, Chan, Chan. “I miss the way your body feels under me, on top, when you’re riding me, the pretty sounds you make…” His lips press a daring kiss to your skin, one that’s a little hesitant and aims to test the waters. You’re oh so receptive to his advances, keening into the touch without care. “Miss the way we fought.”

You laugh again, and once more it’s ironic and insincere.

“You can’t possibly miss that.”

“More than you think.” Chan dares to be more bold in the way his lips brush across your neck, and he inches the neckline of your dress down at the nape of your neck with his chin just to kiss there. The metal on his tongue is warm as he drags it over your heated skin. “You always let me fuck you so nicely after we fought. Called me such pretty names as I went down on you like it was all I was good for.” A scoff escapes you.

“They were hardly pretty. I called you useless and pathetic more often than not. But that’s what you liked, wasn’t it?”

Chan shrugs against you, and you can feel his softly exhaled laugh blossom over your neck.

“Loved when you were mean to me, yeah, it made me feel like I had something to prove. Always wanted to fuck you harder and better because of it.”

“You wanted to prove your stroke game was passable at best,” you murmur, pulling a hand up behind your head to latch onto Chan’s hair. Your fingers push through his locks and find purchase there. A tug and a pull later, and the man is groaning into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Someone who merely wanted to be my friend again wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

“It’s been… a while.”

“Lemme fix that.”

“C-Chan.” Your breath stutters as his hands start to wander over your abdomen. The resolve you were clinging to so desperately is in absolute shambles by now, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to not abandon your friend right here and now to go off to some corner of the club. “Not n-now.”

“Not now. But sometime tonight, yeah?”

“Cocky bastard,” you huff out, but you’re smiling through the words nonetheless. “You’re taking me home, aren’t you? I recall some himbo offering me a ride.”

“That’d be me.” Chan’s hands retreat to your hips, thumbs lingering to rub circles over the fabric of your satin dress. It does nothing to curb your wanton desire for him. If anything, it makes the desire to check the time and calculate how early you can leave without making your boss upset even stronger. “Cocky bastard and the eager to please himbo. Don’t discount my hard work, baby girl. Just wanna make you feel good.”

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you now, should it?” You drag your hand lower, slipping past his shoulder and moving down until it rests between your ass and the front of his pants. The bulge resting against your palm is indication enough about how aroused he is already, and you can’t keep your laugh to yourself. “All this from some sweet talking? Baby, it seems like you’re the one who needs to get laid.” 

The soaring feeling in your chest heightens as Chan growls into your skin. His fingers tighten, and he pulls you closer to his body as best he can. You squeeze around his half-hard member at the same time, clenching his pants and underwear under your fingers. Then you’re pulling away from him in the blink of an eye and softly grabbing hold of Mina’s arms to steer her off the dancefloor. You can hardly focus on making sure she’s alright with Chan pressing his dick against your ass at the same time. Better to drop her off with Amanda instead of trying (and failing) to divide your focus. Chan moves with you, and his hand lingers near the small of your back as you push closer to the bar. 

“Amanda, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to head out early,” you announce upon pushing Mina into the seat beside your boss. “Some girl stuff just hit me unprepared and I left my medicine at home. Is it alright if I run home?”

“Knock yourself out! This one’s just for fun anyway, you don’t have to stay!”

“I offered to drive her home if that’s okay,” Chan adds, leaning up on the balls of his feet. Amanda blinks between your cool and collected expression and Chan’s flushed cheeks for a few seconds. You’re almost certain she sees right through the ruse, but then she grins from ear to ear and waves a dismissive hand through the air. 

“Ever the gentleman! Take good care of her for all of us.” With that, Amanda sends you both a little wink then shifts her focus to Mina’s slouched form against the bar. You don’t have to try hard to grip Chan’s wrist and pull him towards the exit; not with him trailing after you like a lost puppy. You barely make it to his truck in the parking lot before he’s taking control again, hands snaking up to your waist and pushing you to the nearest solid surface, which just so happens to be the dirty exterior of his truck door. You open your mouth to complain about the treatment, only to have Chan’s lips invade your own with just enough pressure to steal the breath from your lungs. It’s been far too long since you tasted him, and even now it’s something sickeningly sweet on his lips. You lap at it like its pure candy, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth just to nip at the skin and feel his weight shudder against you.

“Overachiever,” you murmur into his mouth as he pulls back just enough to look at you. The grin he sends your way in response is coy, only heightened when you hear the click of the car doors behind you. “Mine or yours?”

“Backseat.”

“Chan, I’m not letting you fuck me in a club parking lot,” you whine.

“Just let me have a taste then. I don’t think I can wait until we’re at your place.” His gaze finds yours for a mere moment, but the need is flashing across his features in that same second. You truly can’t help yourself.

“Aw, Chan, isn’t this a bit pathetic? If you needed me so badly all this time, I would’ve taken care of you.” You press up into his space, forehead knocking against his hard enough to make your noses bump together. “Do you want me to take care of you, baby? Need my pussy to get off?”

“Maybe I do,” he says back without missing a beat, and then his hands are shifting lower to tuck under the curve of your ass. He speaks with such certainty too, like it’s a fact you ought already know, and you can’t quite recall a time where he didn’t beat around the bush before admitting what he wanted. “Or maybe I’m fine with letting you use me to get off too.” He holds you to the side as he yanks open the door to the backseat, and there’s a thrum of anticipation under your skin, rushing through your veins with enough speed that you’ll probably pass out if you move too quickly. Chan tests that theory with his next question as it has you whipping your head towards him so quickly the world spins in your vision. “Think you can ride my face here?”

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

One corner of his lips pulls up enough to flash a dimple.

“Come on, it’s all I’m good for really.” You know that his arrogance is all bluff, unlike other men you’ve brushed elbows (and less appropriate parts) with because at the core of it all Chan might like being degraded some, but he craves the validation and reassurance that comes right after. 

“Okay, move, you bastard, or I’m gonna lose my mind on you for good.” Chan laughs as he scrambles his way up into the backseat, and you’re hot on his heels as he lays himself out across the length of the cushions. “At least your height is good for something,” you quip once the door snaps shut behind you. His hands brush over the bare skin of your thighs right after, and whatever further jabs you had on your mind dissipate like dust in the wind because of his hands — his stupidly big hands that spread over your legs with maddening heat. You can do nothing but stumble forward on all fours as he urges you up his body with those same hands. They wander higher the closer you get to his face, pads of his fingers pushing up under the hem of your dress until they can latch around the lace of your panties. A whimper (one that you tried to bite back) escapes when he yanks the fabric down over your ass and thighs roughly.

“Now can I take care of you?” Chan asks from between your legs, hands settling on your ass once he’s got your underwear wrapped around only one ankle. 

“Please.”

You anticipate the first drag of his tongue through your folds, but it’s a sensation you’ve been utterly robbed of for months so it catches you off-guard. The tip of his nose shoves into your cunt as he pushes his tongue lower, and that alone has you throwing a hand down into his dark blue locks for just a bit of purchase. Head thrown back, you toss yourself over to the electrifying pleasure he’s pushing into your body. The string of words that leaves your mouth next is an odd cacophony of curses and his name muttered in quick succession. You can’t very well look down at his face right now without melting on the spot either because he has such a knack for staring so intensely up at your expression while going down on you like this. Your other hand grips the headrest closest to you, nails digging into the cushion with the same fervor that the one in Chan’s hair has. 

The first flick of his tongue has your body curling in on itself, with an embarrassingly loud moan to accompany it.

“Fuck, just — just like that.”

Chan hums into your cunt like he’s trying to speak through you. It simply sends a rush of pleasurable vibrations through you, and you tug harder at his hair as though it will do any good.

“So good, you’re so good, Chan, please.” He delves deeper into you at the encouragement. Nose brushing hard against your clit, you feel the stud through his tongue rub up against the inside of your walls and just about fall apart right then and there. You don’t want to reach your high now, not yet, not when you’ve barely had him, but the way he’s urging your hips to follow the motions of his wet muscle isn’t doing you any favors. You fear you might cum all over his face like this without any warning. Your thighs quiver around his head, and that’s what ultimately makes you blink down at him — simply an effort to see whether you’re choking him out or not. Unfortunately, you’re met with a lust-filled gaze that is drenched in arousal strong enough to make your own gut rush to match it. There’s a challenge in his gaze, the kind that’s teasing and urging.

You gonna cum?

“Yes, p-please, you insufferable bastard, make me cum like this.” 

Do you like it?

“It’s so good, love your tongue in me, please don’t stop.”

Chan pulls your hips forward with more urgency as your muscles start trembling even further, and it’s the brush of his nose over your clit that finally sends you careening over the edge. Your body seizes atop him as white-hot pleasure surges through you. The only thought running through your mind is Chan and how damn good he feels even after all this time, and you don’t even have his dumb cock in you yet. Another whimper pushes past the seam of your lips. The man underneath you slowly rubs his palms over the tops of your thighs, easing you down from your high like not a day has passed since the last time he did this. You let him shift your positions until he’s got you seated in his lap rather than on his chin. It’s easy to wrap his broad body up in your arms, rake your fingers through his hair with more gentleness this time, and simply catch your breath in a daringly intimate moment. He’s kissing you now, and you can taste yourself on his lips, but it’s not a bother when he sucks your tongue into his mouth to explore deeper. Your grip on his head grows firmer as you become more desperate to taste him further. You can’t keep your hands from wandering either because it’s been too long since you got to have him like this, to feel his body under your fingertips. Even through the clothes, you seek to explore the lines of his body from width of his muscled shoulders down to beneath his jacket where his raised pecs sit and even lower to his solid abdomen and the pretty thickness of his waist. You crave him in an absolutely carnal way, want to unravel him with just your hands, yet you want him to do the same to you. 

You’re just cum, and the sneaking lust for more is already budding in your gut.

“Your place is closer than mine,” you murmur into his mouth. He pulls off your lips with a wet pop. There’s a little string of saliva that dangles down from his lower lip that you’re tempted to kiss off.

“You sure?”

“I’ll stay over,” you reply, plucking up the courage to brush your thumb over his mouth instead. “Just for tonight.”

Just for tonight is a bold dip into something you know you’ll have to address later, but Chan thankfully doesn’t choose to press the topic for now. Maybe in the morning when you wake up in his bed and stumble to the kitchen to find him cooking those damn domestic breakfasts he loves prepping for you.

You ease off his body to crawl into the passenger seat, kicking your underwear off onto Chan’s lap with a laugh and a giggle that bursts from your chest without thought. He’s close behind although he suffers a lot more trouble than you do thanks to how much stockier he is, but when he crawls up into his own seat (thankfully without kicking the horn on the steering wheel) he tosses your panties back into your face. 

“Hey!”

“They’re yours, baby girl.”

“I don’t expect to need them later,” you grumble back without much heat to your tone. His hand falls over the center console to rest on your thigh, and you nearly shove him off in a huff before you decide to let him have his way for now. 

At some point on the drive, you realize that you’re being far too obvious in the way you’re staring directly at his side profile. It’s also likely apparent that you aren’t really staring at him with unhinged sexual desire either, but moreso something wistful. Part of you hates that you missed this so much, missed just being in his presence and surrounded by him in such a way. But perhaps there’s some weight to the saying that what goes around comes around, and this thing you had with Chan — whether good or bad — is swinging back in your direction.

You intertwine your fingers through his as you climb the stairs to his apartment, leading the way even though it’s his home and not yours. Once inside the door, he’s pressing you up against the wood with a newfound fervor. Hands under your dress and pushing upwards without relent, until you’re naked before him with dress and bra scattered. He helps you remove his own clothes and throws them off to the side in a similar manner until he’s just left in his underwear and stupid little snowman socks that he’s wearing in the middle of autumn for whatever reason. You don’t have the time or energy to comment.

“How do you want me?” He asks against your lips, and you whisper your response in the same way.

“Want you to fuck me like you don’t know how to do anything else.”

“I’m yours then.” Chan laughs and it echoes a little before he’s lifting you up to his hips and securing your legs behind his back. 

“Mine, huh?” That lifts your ego some, a feeling that he does well to intensify as his lips latch onto the unmarked skin around the base of your neck. You don’t stop him from leaving marks there, nor does he need to ask permission to do suck at the skin until it blooms with reds under his lips. The two of you knock into his cramped bedroom with no amount of grace. You hit the mattress with an oof and a breathy giggle that Chan swallows with a kiss as his broad form drapes down over yours.

“You’re mine too,” he says through kisses. You simply lay back and drink in his touches, humming to yourself as his lips kiss a path down your torso and between the valley of your breasts. Large hands come up to rub over your nipples. “All mine. You’ve always been mine.” His mouth lingers around your stomach, just below your chest as he continues to pinch your sensitive buds into firmness, then he’s pulling up again to latch around one of your breasts like that. 

“Want your underwear off,” you complain through his ministrations, because as welcome as they are, you would much rather have the sizable package he’s keeping tucked away even now. “Want your dumb dick in me, Chan, come on.”

He laughs around your nipple, teeth still latched around the skin. You watch his gaze slide up your body to settle on your face. Then he tugs upwards harshly, drawing a loud moan out of you along with making your back arch off the bed.

“Anything for you, princess. I’ll give you anything you want.” He leans back off the bed to drop his underwear to the ground. Although you don’t see him moving for anything, you still rush to get your next request out before he can.

“Condom?” It comes out as a question instead accidentally.

“You want one?” He asks back.

“I’m fine without if you are.”

“Really been that long since you banged someone, huh sweetheart?”

“You’re one to talk, big boy. Don’t see you claiming a need for one,” you counter, pushing up onto your elbows to level him with a half-hearted glare.

“Maybe I’m good about using protection.” Chan shrugs as he leans down over you once more. He’s on all fours when you grab hold of his face and tug him towards your own with his cheeks pinched between your fingers.

“You never were. Liked it raw too much.” 

He stares at your lips before teasing the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“Just with you, darling. Always wanted to fuck you full of my kids after all.”

You’re laughing as you sprawl yourself out on the bed.

“Come on and actually do it this time then.” Mostly joking, the slightest bit serious, and some parts curious to see how much enthusiasm it’ll put in your partner. You’re pleasantly surprised when he rushes down to join you, hands scrambling to hook under your thighs, and he almost seems fully ready to fuck his dick into you right then and there with no assistance whatsoever. And yeah, you don’t mind a bit of a stretch, but you’ll flay him alive if he tries to take you without at least a little lube. “Get the lube, dumbass, we don’t need to be going to the emergency room because you got too eager and tore my vag open.”

“You can’t — ugh, you can’t say things like that and expect me not to lose my shit.” Chan lets go of you to rifle through his bedside table. You nearly coo at the pout on his lips.

“Such a good husband you’d be, darling. So eager to do your job and get me pregnant.” It’s not even your typical brand of dirty talk, not the first thing you go for or an idea you’re particularly into but Chan’s enthusiasm is endearing enough to make you want to tease him.

“That why you want me to go in raw so badly?” His quip comes with the click of the lube cap, and you wait for him to squirt some onto his palm before you dare to respond, just in case he loses his shit and spills it everywhere.

“Just like when you fuck me full of your cum actually.”

To his credit, he goes absolutely still for a good four seconds before he’s slinging curses your way and muttering about some insane woman in his bed that he can’t get enough of. You welcome him back between your legs with a grin on your lips, locking your ankles on the small of his back as he slicks up his thick length. 

“Ready for me?”

“I’ve been ready, you’re the one over here taking your sweet time like there’s no rush!”

“Well, I did make you cum before we came here. Figured that would stave you over a little.” You huff and slide a hand up to cup the back of his neck.

“You and I both know that I’m a bit insatiable.”

“Good for me since I’m so… what was it you used to say? Virile?” His cock teases your folds now, rubbing along your wet slit with no hurry, but you can see his fragile resolve about to snap. You sink back into the mattress as he brings his hands down to rest on either side of your head. 

“Have at it then, babe, show me how good that stamina is.”

He drives into you slowly despite your jab, although you’re more than a little thankful for that because the stress is more than you remember and he feels a whole lot thicker than he looks. 

“Your cunt miss me that much? You’re taking me right in already,” Chan teases. If you didn’t know that he’s simply trying to distract you from the worst of the stretch, you’d probably reach up to smack him upside the head. He sinks in fully, hesitating inside you to wait for your breathing to even out and become steady once more. “You were made for my dick, yeah?”

“Other way around, love, your cock was made for me.”

He drops his forehead to yours with a shaky huff, a testament to how much restraint he’s showing in not moving yet. That little inkling of wanting to tease him endlessly floats up in your head again, but you shove it to the side in favor of chasing your own pleasure as well as rewarding him for giving you so much already tonight.

“’m ready, I can take you.”

The kiss he leaves on your forehead is far too intimate, but then again your position is much of the same.

Chan pulls out to the tip then drives his cock back into you with one sharp thrust. He searches for a pace like that, thrusting into you with a series of stuttered pumps into your tight walls before he finally settles on a steady rhythm. He rolls his hips against you, and his eyes don’t leave your face for a second until he sees your expression contort with pleasure. The first knock of his cockhead into your sweet spot has you seeing stars.

“Feel good?” he grunts out between thrusts.

“So good, so full. Hngh, Chan, you’re so big in me.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah, just like that, please keep fucking me just like that,” you moan, pushing your head further back into the bed as your back arches up into his wandering touches over your chest. 

“Look at you, as pretty as ever… taking my cock so well. Don’t care what you say, you were made for it. Take it too well for me to think otherwise.” His words sort of drift in one ear and out the other, but it truly becomes white noise when one of his hands wanders down to rub circles over your sensitive clit in time with the drives of his length inside you. 

“O-Oh, fuck.”

“Is it good, baby? Am I fucking you well?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t — don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Want my cum in you? Can fuck you so full it’ll spill out of you, just tell me what you want, pretty baby.”

“Make me cum,” you whine. You reach down to grab at his hand, but he knocks your offending fingers away with a quick swat then returns to rolling quick circles over your clit. “Please, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream on my cock then, baby, I’ve got you.”

Your body seizes with a second bout of euphoric pleasure, but this time Chan doesn’t wait for you to recover; he fucks you through the motions of your orgasm, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each passing second until he’s about to burst himself.

“Can I cum in you now, darling? Gonna give me my reward and let me fuck you full of it?”

“Cum for me, Chan, please?” 

It’s either the feeling of your walls pulsating around him or the little plea in your tone coupled with your watery and unfocused eyes that sends him spiraling, but he joins you like that with his cock twitching inside you as he fully buries himself in your heat. Your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, still fluttering while he spills his load into you. You can’t even find it in you to be bothered when his arms fully give out on him and his weight drops atop your body. All you have the energy to do is wrap a hand around his head where it rests just above your chest and run your fingernails over his damp scalp. 

“If you bleed blue hair dye on me, I’m never letting you hear the end of it,” you murmur through your exhaustion.

“Mm, it’ll wash off in the shower. Just lemme… lemme enjoy this a little first.”

“You can enjoy it after we shower.”

“Nah, you’re all warm inside, don’t wanna move yet.”

“You’re gonna get it up again if you don’t get out of me now though!”

Chan lifts his head off your chest and blinks up at your pouting expression. There’s a fondness in his eyes you can’t place, and it probably comes with an emotion you’d rather not name. 

A problem you can worry about later since the man seems intent on being a menace even now.

“Then we simply have round two in the shower.”

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a/n: i have no defense for myself... pls look away from my moment of weakness i won’t tell if u guys don’t... we can forget this happened....

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[purecantarella]

I’m Yours

 Request : your "Hush" writing was so good ;-; there are really few bp writers that can write decent a/b/o dynamics and i really like how you write!may i request another a!rosie if thats alright? a fluffy type smut where she just takes o!reader in her baggy hoodie to help ease her of her insecurites of her body imagethank you and i look forward to your works in the future!

I’m so flattered that a lot of you liked my A/B/O fics :”) This request is cute 🥺💓 I hope you all enjoy! 

Disclaimer : Those under 18, please look for something more wholesome. This isn’t exactly content you should be subjecting yourselves to. 

When Rosé began courting you as an Alpha, you were hesitant. But after you both spent more time together, dozens of gifts, and the piles of hoodies that she had scented often, you couldn’t help but develop feelings for the young idol.  

Courting turned to casual dates then finally, you couldn’t deny her any longer. You two began to date exclusively and Park Rosé had to be the most gentle alpha you’d ever met. Her habits from your courtship never faded, she made sure that you felt loved and secure at all times. The vocalist was a caring partner and a kind alpha. 

But the nature of your relationship doesn’t close her off from her friends, colleagues, and fans.  

You had trust and faith in her but she still was in close contact with other women. Ones you knew were better for her and better suited for her. Since she admitted her attraction to you, you could never pin down why. You knew she could do better.

Rosé deserved better. 

You sat in your apartment, in one of the many hoodies she’d given you. Her scent beginning to fade from the amounts of times you’ve used it. Your eyes glued to your phone. Another day, another dating scandal revolving around your alpha. Dispatch had seen her driving around with Suzy Bae, an omega, laughing and sharing coffee together all day. Your gaze sat over the blurry image of the grinning idol. 

You sank into the seat, contemplating your place in her life. You knew that this was her passion and her work. You would never want to jeopardise that, you cared about her too much to do that to her. But at the same time, seeing her with so many different kinds of people, specifically omegas, made you feel a little out of place in her life. 

While you were sunk in the couch, taking in a deep whiff of your girlfriend’s faint scent that clung onto the hoodie, your front door clicked open. Already knowing who it was, you leaned over to the side to conceal your upset expression and hoped that the jacket you had over you would mask the scent of disappointment that you knew would air out of you. 

Rosé’s members had already told her about the articles that had been circulating which is what lead her to your apartment, leaving Suzy rather confused. After she took off her shoes, she removed her hat and her mask, sitting a seat apart from you. You were still curled up in a feeble position but the article of clothing you had on you still warmed her heart. 

“Hey...” She began, her voice soft with the adorable Aussie accent shining through. When you didn’t turn to face her she scooted closer to you as she abruptly pulled you into her lap. You knew that you thrashing about wouldn’t do you any good, she was far stronger than you. Despite having to rough you up a bit to get your attention, she still didn’t want to hurt you in any way. 

You were propped up on her lap, a pout evident on your face. She cracked a small smile, placing a hand on your cheek gently. The pads of her thumbs tracing the outline of your cheekbone as if she was holding the world in her hands. Rosé tilted her head slowly to the side before connecting your lips to which you reciprocated after a second or two. 

You fell into the feeling of her lips against yours as she began to release the most enticing scent from her body. A familiar scent that made your body heat up and slick to begin collect itself in between your legs. She pulled away, trailing her way down from your lips to your jaw then to your neck. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, N/n...” She muttered against your hot skin. You whined softly at the feeling of her teeth dragging on your neck in the most delicious way. 

“No one compares to you...” She whispered against the shell of your ear, nipping at the skin. You groaned out, your hips slowly beginning to shift against your alpha. Finally, the vocalist pulled back to look you in the eyes. 

“I’m yours. And I want to prove that to you...” Rosé whispered, her forehead flushed against yours, her fingers hooked onto your shorts and underwear, waiting for your go ahead. Your eyes locked as you bit your lower lip gently, nodding before you locked your lips with hers again. A series of your lips meeting briefly and separating as she moved to get your shorts off. 

Once the cloth came off, her one of her hands immediately found their way to your hips, the other sat on your cheek as you both continued to deepen the kiss. Locking you in place right above the denim of her thigh, you gasped as she flexed the muscle there, brushing against your clit. You released soft moans as she continued to guide your hips in a forward-backward motion, creating a friction that felt almost mind boggling to you as she whispered praises against your lips hungrily. 

“Baby, you look so good riding my thigh. Does my baby like that?” She asked, a brief smile gracing her lips as she saw your face contort in bliss. You nodded wordlessly as you nessled yourself into her neck, sucking and biting the skin there. Rosé groaned softly as you marked her neck diligently, weaving a hand through your hair tugging the strands. “Mmmm, yeah baby, so good...” She moaned. 

The movement of your hips began to stutter more and more erratically as you came closer to your climax. You arms moved to wrap around your girlfriend’s neck, pulling her closer to your body. 

“Rosie...I’m gonna cum...Oh my Godd~!” You moaned against her neck. Her hand still glued to your waist, pushed you harder down on the still flexing leg. With a soundless scream, Rosé felt the damp patch of your heat against her jeans, which have never felt tighter in her life. 

Upon coming down from your high, you pulled away to look your alpha in the eyes again. They shown with so much love and adoration that you couldn’t help but place your lips over hers again. The smile on her face grew brighter as she felt you smile against her kiss. 

Once you pulled away, she ran a hand through your damp hair. “That news is bullshit, you know that right.” The blonde paused before adding, “You’re the only omega I will ever want and will ever need.” 

You bit your lip to try and conceal the shy smile that was beginning to grow on your lips. Rosé quirked a brow at your sudden shift in demeanour. You pecked her lips again and trailed the seemingly innocent kisses to the shell of her ear. Your tongue poked out and traced over the shell of her ear, making her shudder with delight. “How about we make it official?” You asked in a soft voice. 

Her eyes went wide staring at you and then to your neck. “A-Are you sure, N/n?” Offering another tender kiss, you nodded. You leaned your neck to one side, brushing the hair out of the way. Rosé moved again to nuzzle into your neck, tentatively looking up into your eyes for final confirmation. 

With a simple nod, her canines dug into your neck making you moan loudly at the feeling. The alpha venom in her coursing through your veins as you shudder with ineffable pleasure. 

The vocalist licked the blood from your neck gently, not wanting to hurt you before pulling away to see you in a haze. But still, she smiled proudly at the mate mark that was now exposed on your neck. 

“You’re finally mine...” She muttered happily, embracing you softly. You wrapped your arms tighter around her. Before pulling away, pecking the tip of her nose lovingly. 

“I’ve always been, Rosie...”

again, i’m going to hell for this, so uh, i hope you all enjoyed this! HAHAHAHA remember that requests are open and comments and criticism regarding my work is welcomed or any random things you’d want me to know. 

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