#Bae suzy

[kwilquib]

Unscripted Desire

Part 1

Part 2

Bae Suzy x Reader

Switching POV

Word Count: 8.9k+

A/N: had go split into two because of block limit.

The hotel bar exuded quiet luxury, its polished mahogany counters gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. The scent of aged whiskey mingled with hints of expensive cologne, a far cry from the smoke-filled dives she usually avoided. Suzy sat at the counter, her manicured nails idly tracing the rim of her crystal tumbler, the ice inside melting slowly. The amber liquid glided down her throat—smooth, refined—but it did little to quell the fire simmering in her chest.

She didn’t need to look at the screen to know what was playing. She had heard the gasps, the whispered murmurs, the way the bartender had hesitated before refilling her glass.

But still, she turned.

“Top actress Suzy caught in scandal—exclusive photos leaked!”

The news anchor’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. The massive screen above the bar displayed a montage of her face—smiling on red carpets, caught in the glare of paparazzi cameras. Then, the latest ones—blurry but damning. Her, exiting a luxury hotel. A man’s silhouette beside her. A rumor spun into a wildfire.

Her grip tightened around the glass. Bastards.

The sound of ice clinking in glasses and the occasional hum of jazz music no longer masked the shift in atmosphere. A low murmur spread through the bar like an infection.

"Is that really her?"

"No way, it’s Suzy, right?"

"Damn, she’s even hotter in person—"

She exhaled sharply, tilting her head down as she adjusted the brim of her cap. But it was too late. She could feel the stares now—some subtle, some bold. A group of men at the far end of the bar were whispering, one of them already raising his phone.

Shit.

Suzy threw back the rest of her drink and slammed a bill onto the counter, not bothering to wait for change.

“Leaving so soon?” the bartender asked, wary.

She flashed a practiced smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. Not really in the mood for company.”

She could feel it now—the shift. It always happened right before someone got brave enough to approach. Right before someone tried to talk to her, or worse, tried to touch.

Sliding off the barstool, she pulled her coat tighter around her body and moved toward the exit, ignoring the hushed conversations behind her.

Outside, the cold air hit her like a slap. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled out her phone. The screen was flooded with missed calls—her manager, her agency, even her mother. The scandal was spreading like poison.

And she had nowhere to go.

Her apartment? No chance. The press would be swarming the entrance.

Hotels? Cameras everywhere.

She started walking, head low, ignoring the flash of a camera from across the street. She needed to disappear—just for a night.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the dark figure leaning casually against the alley wall up ahead.

Not until it was too late.

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You drag your feet along the dimly lit street, shoulders heavy from another grueling day at the accounting firm. The subway entrance is just two blocks away when you hear it—a sharp intake of breath, followed by hushed, urgent voices spilling from the alley ahead.

You slow your steps, instincts prickling.

The sounds come first—muffled struggles, the scrape of boots against the pavement, a low chuckle laced with something vile. Then, a woman’s voice, sharp with defiance but tinged with the tremor of fear.

"Let me go."

Your gaze sharpens.

A slim figure is pressed against the cold brick wall, three men surrounding her. One grips her wrist. Another blocks her escape. The third, holding a camera, sneers.

"Come on, sweetheart. You’re already all over the news—what’s one more little scandal?"

"We know what kind of girl you are."

"Bet you’re just playing hard to get."

Your fingers twitch. You take them in—calculating.

The man gripping her wrist leans in, voice dripping with amusement. The second stands close, predatory. The third lingers just outside the fray, the lens of his camera gleaming.

And then there’s her.

Dark hair in wild disarray, lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast. Her dress is bunched at her thighs where they must have grabbed at her. But her stance is defiant—legs set, shoulders squared. She’s fighting. But she won’t win.

You step forward. Slowly. Deliberate. The scrape of your shoes against the pavement finally catches their attention.

The one holding her tenses first, his head snapping toward you. "The fuck do you want?"

You don’t answer. Your eyes flick between them, then to her. She sees you. Measures you the same way you did her.

"You lost, buddy?" the second sneers.

You pull out your phone, raising it just enough for them to see the screen. "Police or tabloids first? Either way, your faces are going viral."

A beat of hesitation.

"Fuck, let’s go, man. It’s not worth it," the one with the camera mutters.

That does it.

The grip on her wrist loosens. The men exchange glances before slinking into the shadows, muttering curses under their breath.

Silence.

You exhale, already turning to leave. But she’s still there, still pressed against the wall, watching you. Really watching you.

Chest still rising too fast. Adrenaline still humming beneath her skin. But now there’s something else in her gaze. Something keen.

"You okay?" Your voice is quieter now, but firm.

Her lips part—then curl. A slow, deliberate movement, the ghost of a smirk.

She trails her fingers down her arm, smoothing over her own skin as if only now remembering it belongs to her. "That was... brave of you."

Something in the way she says it makes your pulse thrum.

Her dress is still askew, one strap slipping off her shoulder, the curve of her collarbone gleaming under the dim light. When she exhales, it’s slower now—measured. A performance.

For you.

She shifts, subtly, her thigh brushing against yours as she steadies herself. "You didn’t have to help me."

"You wanted me to?"

A pause. Then, a soft laugh. "I wanted someone to."

Your fingers twitch.

She tilts her chin up, her mouth so very close now, her scent—something faintly sweet, something warm—curling around you.

And then, barely above a whisper: "Are you going to take your reward?"

"Don't care." The words come out before you can stop them, exhaustion stripping any patience you might have had. "What the hell were you thinking, walking alone in an alley at night? Are you trying to get hurt?"

She blinks, caught off guard. "Do you... not know who I am?"

"Should I?" You rub your temples, already regretting stepping in. "Look, get a cab or something. It’s not safe here."

You turn to leave, already thinking about your bed, your alarm clock, the miserable morning ahead.

"Wait—" she calls after you, indignation flaring in her tone.

But you don’t stop. Whatever mess she’s in, it’s not your problem.

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Desperation makes people do crazy things. That's what Suzy tells herself as she trails the stranger through the dimly lit streets, keeping just far enough behind that he doesn't notice. Her heels click softly against the pavement—a sound that would normally make her self-conscious, but right now she's beyond caring.

She watches him climb the stairs of a weathered apartment building. Third floor. The kind of place she wouldn't have looked twice at before tonight. But right now? It might as well be salvation.

Her phone buzzes again. Another message from her manager: "Where are you? The press is everywhere. Your house is surrounded."

Decision made.

She catches the door before it locks, following his path up the worn stairs. The carpet is threadbare, the walls a dingy shade of beige. She finds him just as he's unlocking his door—303.

"Hey!"

He startles, turning to face her with wide eyes. "What the—"

She doesn't give him time to finish. The moment the door cracks open, she pushes past him into the apartment.

It’s small– painfully small. A one-bedroom unit with an open living space, a kitchen tucked neatly to the side, and a couch that looks well-worn but comfortable. The floor-to-ceiling windows should make it feel spacious, yet to her, the walls seem too close, the ceiling too low.

But it's private. Anonymous.

And right now, that's all that matters.

Perfect.

"You can't be here," he says, voice tight with disbelief. "How did you even—"

"I followed you." She drops onto his couch, letting her body sink into the worn cushions. They smell faintly of laundry detergent. "I need a place to stay."

"This is not a hotel." His jaw clenches. "Get out."

She reaches for the remote on his coffee table, flipping on the small TV mounted to the wall. As if on cue, her face appears on the screen—the scandal still breaking news. She gestures at it dramatically. "See that? That's why I can't leave. You saved me back there. That makes you responsible."

"That's... that's not how this works." But she can see the fight draining from him, replaced by pure exhaustion.

She pulls her legs up onto the couch, making herself comfortable. "One night. That's all I'm asking. By tomorrow, my agency will have handled everything." She hopes.

He stares at her for a long moment, and she holds her breath. This is crazy. She knows it's crazy. But she's out of options.

Finally, his shoulders slump. "Fine. One night. Then you leave."

Relief floods through her, though she keeps her expression neutral. "Deal."

He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "I must be losing my mind" as he disappears into what she assumes is the bathroom.

Suzy lets out a long breath, sinking deeper into the couch. Around her, the tiny apartment feels like a fortress—the first safe space she's found since this nightmare began.

Her phone buzzes again. She turns it off without looking.

Just one night, she thinks. One night to breathe. One night to figure out her next move.

One night in this stranger's apartment, where nobody would think to look for Korea's biggest star.

She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom. For the first time since the scandal broke, she feels her muscles begin to relax.

Maybe desperate choices aren't always the worst ones.

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You sat at your desk, eyes flicking to the clock, counting down the minutes until the workday ended. Each second dragged like molasses, the fluorescent lights overhead doing little to keep your exhaustion at bay.

Then—your phone buzzed.

"When are you going home?!?"

You sighed, barely sparing the message a glance before turning back to your screen. You weren’t in the mood. Home wasn’t any better than work, anyway.

Another buzz.

"I’m bored. I’ll be waiting outside your office."

Your fingers paused over the keyboard. A bluff. Typical Suzy, always demanding, always expecting. As if the world revolved around her whims. You dismissed the message and refocused on your task.

Then, another buzz—this time, a photo.

Annoyed but curious, you unlocked your phone.

It was a selfie. But it wasn’t her face that made your stomach drop—it was the background. The ground floor of your office. The reception desk, crystal clear behind her.

She wasn’t bluffing.

"Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, shoving your chair back.

You shot up from your seat, raking a hand through your hair.

"Sir?" you called out, barely masking the irritation in your tone. "I know it's a little early, but can I clock out?"

Your senior barely looked up but caught the urgency in your face. He sighed, waving you off. "Go ahead."

Not wasting another second, you grabbed your things and rushed to the elevator, pressing the button impatiently.

The moment the doors slid open, you strode into the lobby—and there she was. Suzy.

Leaning against the reception desk, chatting with the receptionist like she had all the time in the world. Carefree. As if she hadn’t just disrupted your entire evening for no reason other than her own boredom.

Despite her attempt at going incognito—oversized hoodie, cap pulled low, and dark sunglasses—there was no mistaking her. The way she carried herself, the subtle air of confidence, the effortless way she drew attention even when trying to avoid it.

As you got closer, her voice drifted to you.

"Can you call someone for me? It's urgent."

"I can look up their name for you," the receptionist offered with a polite smile.

"His name is—”

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A sudden grip on her wrist. Firm. Quick.

Suzy blinked, momentarily startled, before a slow smirk curled her lips.

Ah. There he was.

She turned her head lazily, meeting his sharp, irritated gaze. Annoyance simmered just beneath the surface—he was trying to keep his cool, but oh, she could see it. The frustration, the barely restrained anger.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, voice tight, forced into some semblance of calm.

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "I told you, I was bored. You shouldn’t have ignored me."

She watched him grit his teeth, his fingers twitching against her wrist before he let go. How amusing. He always acted like she was some kind of nuisance, an inconvenience in his neatly arranged life. But despite all that? He was here. Right where she wanted him.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she pressed her car keys into his palm, ignoring the exasperation and tightening his expression.

She pressed her car keys into his palm, watching his expression shift from exasperation to disbelief. "I’m hungry. Let’s eat."

"You could’ve just ordered something. Or gone through a drive-thru," he said, voice sharp.

She ignored him.

Because despite all his resistance, all his frustration, she knew.

He was going to follow her.

And that—more than anything—made her smile.

The drive was tense.

The low hum of the engine and the occasional sound of turn signals were the only things filling the silence between them. He gripped the steering wheel a little too tight, jaw locked as he focused on the road ahead.

Suzy, on the other hand, sat comfortably in the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other, tapping her fingers idly against her knee. She was entirely unbothered by the thick cloud of irritation radiating off of him.

"You know," she finally broke the silence, her voice laced with amusement, "I'm paying, so you can relax."

He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers flexing around the wheel. "That’s not the problem, Suzy."

"I just wanted takeout anyway," she continued as if he hadn’t spoken, "so we can eat at home."

His eyes flicked toward her, disbelief flashing across his face. "Home?" he repeated. "Whose home?"

"Yours, obviously," she said easily, stretching her arms behind her head.

And just like that, he had enough.

"You’re unbelievable," he snapped, his patience finally cracking. "You act like you own me, like you can just decide things for me. What part of this makes sense to you, Suzy? You show up uninvited, you drag me out of work, and now you expect me to do something you could've done alone?"

"You’re being ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, but he caught it.

He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, I’m ridiculous? That’s rich coming from you."

Her head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. "I don’t see what the big deal is. I just wanted to eat with you. Why are you acting like I did something horrible?"

"Because you don’t ask—you just decide things for me," he shot back. "You don’t care what I want, Suzy. It’s always about you."

Suzy scowled. "That’s not true."

"Really? Then tell me—when have you ever considered what I wanted?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. She hated that. Hated how he always had something to throw back at her.

"Well, I want to be with you," she declared, as if that alone should settle it.

He clenched his jaw. "And that’s exactly the problem. You act like I don’t have a choice in the matter."

She scoffed. "You’re just making excuses. What, are you scared of me or something?"

"Scared of you?" He laughed, shaking his head. "No, Suzy. I just don’t want to deal with your entitled attitude."

That struck a nerve.

She turned fully to face him, brows furrowing. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he said, exasperation bleeding into his tone. "You walk around like the world owes you something—like I owe you something."

Her fingers tightened around her arms. "I owe you something?" she echoed, tone sharper now. "I don’t see you complaining when other people throw themselves at me. But when it’s you, suddenly it’s a problem?"

"Because I’m not one of your fans, Suzy."

That shut her up for a second.

But only for a second.

"You’re acting like I’m forcing you at gunpoint," she snapped. "All I’m doing is giving you my time. Do you know how many people would kill for that?"

"There it is again," he muttered, gripping the wheel. "Your time. Your attention. It’s always about you."

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "If you hate it so much, then why are we still here?"

"Because you won’t leave me alone!"

His voice rose, frustration boiling over. Suzy flinched slightly at the sharpness of it. But instead of backing down, she doubled down.

"God, you’re so dramatic," she muttered. "I thought you were different."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah? Well, I thought you would change after your hiatus, but here we are."

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he’d gone too far.

The car went deathly silent.

Suzy's expression froze, the usual fire in her eyes flickering out for just a second. Her fingers clenched against her arms, nails pressing into her skin.

He could feel it—the shift. He hit a nerve. A deep one.

She swallowed, staring ahead, jaw tight. "Pull over."

"Suzy—"

"Pull over."

He exhaled through his nose but did as she asked, guiding the car to the side of the road. The moment it stopped, she pushed the door open, stepping out without another word.

He closed his eyes, running a hand down his face. "Shit."

After a moment, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out, finding her standing by the side of the car, arms crossed.

"Look," he started, sighing, "I shouldn’t have said that."

She didn’t look at him. "No, you shouldn’t have."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I’m sorry."

Suzy let out a long breath, finally meeting his gaze. She studied him for a moment before nodding. "Apology accepted."

A beat of silence.

"But I still stand by what I said," he added.

Suzy’s lips twitched, somewhere between a smirk and a scowl. "So do I."

Of course she did.

And somehow, despite everything, despite the argument, despite the tension still lingering between them—he knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

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As you pull into the parking spot outside your apartment, Suzy is already moving. Before you can even turn off the engine, she’s out of the car, slipping into the night like she’s done this a hundred times before.

You curse under your breath, grabbing the takeout bags and hurrying after her, but she’s fast—too fast for someone who claims to have nowhere else to be.

By the time you catch up, she’s crouched by your doorstep, fingers deftly adjusting the potted plant where you keep your spare key. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t fumble.

Just lifts it, plucks the key from its usual spot, and unlocks the door with the ease of someone who belongs here.

Like she’s done it countless times before.

She steps inside without looking back, already shrugging off her jacket, already shedding the pieces of her disguise, leaving a trail of familiarity in her wake.

And for a second, you just stand there.

Watching her move through your space like it’s hers. Like she’s always been here.

You tiptoe around her mess, careful not to disturb the chaos that has overtaken your once-pristine apartment. The space you kept meticulously tidy—your sanctuary—now feels like occupied territory, claimed by the nation’s so-called first love. She lounges on your couch, lazily flipping through TV channels as if she belongs there.

“When are you leaving?” you ask, setting your takeout on the table with a little more force than necessary.

She sighs, not even looking at you. “Again?” Her voice carries the weight of someone more exhausted by the question than by her own intrusion.

“You said one night. That was the deal,” you remind her, trying to catch her gaze, but she refuses to meet your eyes.

Instead, "I'm going to shower!" she announced, a touch too brightly, seemingly ignoring your last comment.  She stretched languidly from the couch, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of her stomach.

Her eyes met yours briefly, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.  She moved with a deliberate slowness, her already short shorts riding even higher with each step.  As she walked past you, she stretched again, exaggerating the movement, highlighting her petite frame. The stretch pulled her shirt further up her back, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin, while her shorts dipped precariously low, almost to the edge of her hips.  It was a performance, a subtle display designed for your eyes only.

Reaching the bathroom door, she paused, holding your gaze captive. You watched, unsure of what she was planning next.  Suddenly, she moved again, as if initiating another stretch. But this time, the movement was different, more deliberate. She fully lifted her shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Then, she reached for the waistband of her shorts, slowly pulling them down, deliberately showcasing the curve of her backside.  Beneath the shorts, she wore lacy underwear, the delicate fabric barely concealing her form.  The striptease continued as she slowly raised each knee in turn, carefully removing her panties, teasingly obscuring your view of her most intimate area.

Finally, she stood nude, her back to you.  As if sensing your captivated gaze, she turned her head just enough for you to see the edge of a grin playing on her lips.  It was a look of both triumph and something else… something you couldn't quite place.

With a final, lingering glance, she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving you in a state of heightened anticipation.

The bathroom door clicks shut, and you finally let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

This wasn’t new. Not really. Ever since she decided your apartment was hers too, Suzy had been toying with you—testing boundaries, pushing limits. The casual touches, the way she’d stretch just enough to let her shirt ride up, the way she’d pretend innocence after every single deliberate move.

But tonight? Tonight was different. Tonight was bolder.

You drag a hand down your face, exhaling sharply. The image of her peeling off her clothes, that teasing glance before she disappeared into the bathroom—it lingers, searing itself into your mind against your will.

You should be used to this.

You aren’t.

Shaking off the heat curling in your stomach, you turn to the mess she’s left behind, grasping onto the one thing you can control—order.

Her jacket is draped over the armrest like she owns the place. A scarf is tangled with her purse on the floor, one of her shoes discarded near the door while the other is kicked under the coffee table. And her clothes—why the hell were they everywhere? A hoodie thrown onto your chair, a sweater half-off the couch, socks abandoned completely.

You crouch, grabbing her shirt and folding it with a little too much force, jaw tight as you work.

She’s done this before—left her mark, made herself comfortable, like she’s waiting for you to snap, waiting for you to do something about it.

You never do.

Not in the way she wants.

But tonight… tonight is testing you.

The sound of the shower running is background noise, but your mind betrays you, conjuring up images you shouldn’t entertain. You shake your head, focusing on picking up the wreckage of her presence instead.

Because this? This is her entertainment, tormenting you, a game.

And you’re not going to let her win.

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The last beads of water slide down her skin, slow and indulgent, tracing the shape of her body like tiny, obedient servants before vanishing between her thighs. The steam still clings to the air, swirling around her like a curtain before finally retreating, revealing glimpses of her reflection in the mirror.

Suzy grins. There it is. The spark of victory. The proof of her power.

Because she saw it. The way his jaw went tight, the way his fingers curled around his shirt, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He thought she didn’t notice—thought he was still untouchable, still above her games. But tonight, oh tonight, he slipped.

He lingered.

And that? That was a win.

She hums to herself, a playful little tune as she watches her reflection, trailing a finger down the length of her arm like she’s congratulating herself. Because why not? She earned it.

That man had the nerve to dismiss her, to act like she was just a nuisance in his life. Like she wasn’t the most exciting thing to ever happen to his boring, colorless world. Like she wasn’t a gift, generously bestowing him with her presence.

Ungrateful.

And yet, despite all his protests, all his tired sighs and sharp words—he looked. He always looked.

Suzy giggles, the sound light, teasing, full of mischief.

"You can’t ignore me forever, you know."

She tilts her head, admiring herself from different angles, brushing her damp hair back over her shoulder.

Perfect. Every inch of her was designed to be admired, and after tonight? He’d have to admit that. He’d have to admit that he’d been wrong about her. About everything.

She bites her lip, not out of shyness—please—but because she loves the anticipation. The thrill of knowing she’s gotten under his skin, past his walls, into that stubborn little head of his.

Just a little more.

She reaches for her bathrobe, slipping it over her damp skin, the silk clinging in all the right places. She doesn’t bother tying it tight. No, no, no. That would ruin the fun. It stays just loose enough, just dangerous enough, like an invitation waiting to be answered.

Then, with a final wink at herself—because really, who deserves it more?—she steps toward the door.

Suzy’s joy immediately faltered as she stepped out of the bathroom, her grin freezing in place. There he was, diligently setting the table, his back to her, completely unbothered. No lingering glances, no tension in his shoulders—nothing. He wasn’t even waiting.

How dare he?

She had given him a show, hadn’t she? Deliberately undressing in front of him, her back turned just enough to tease, to tempt. She’d felt his eyes on her—or at least, she thought she had. The memory of it had fueled her confidence as she stepped into the shower, imagining him squirming, resisting, wanting. But now? Now he was just… setting the damn table.

“You’re out of shampoo,” she said, her voice sharp with annoyance, though it was mostly to mask the sting of his indifference.

He paused, his hands hovering over the plates for a moment before he straightened. “How?! I bought that four days ago—” His voice caught, as he glanced at Suzy, just barely, but it was enough. A tiny crack.

Suzy’s grin returned, slow and triumphant. She waited, her eyes narrowing as she braced for the rest of his sentence—some excuse, some flicker of emotion. But it never came. Instead, he simply turned back to the table, his movements calm and methodical, as if she hadn’t just emerged from his bathroom, damp and glowing and perfect.

Baffled. Confused. Frustrated. Annoyed. The emotions churned in her chest, each one sharper than the last.

Just when she thought she’d finally cracked him, just when she thought she’d seen the faintest hint of vulnerability, he’d reverted to his usual self—dismissive, unimpressed, utterly unappreciative of her grace and beauty.

“You’re going to eat like that?” he asked, his tone casual, as if nothing had happened. As if she weren’t standing there in his bathrobe, the silk clinging to her skin, her hair still damp and curling at the edges.

Suzy’s jaw tightened, but she forced herself to smile, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached the table. She didn’t take her eyes off him, searching for any sign of a crack in his nonchalance—a twitch of his lips, a flicker of his gaze, anything. But there was nothing. Just the same infuriating calm.

She sat down across from him, her movements deliberate, her robe slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder. He didn’t look up. He was already eating, his focus entirely on his meal, as if she were nothing more than a mildly inconvenient guest.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until Suzy couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re not gay, are you?” The question slipped out before she could stop it, her voice saccharine-sweet, but her knuckles whitened around her fork. Pathetic, she scolded herself. But she needed an answer—any answer—to explain why he refused to look, to want, to break.

He paused, his fork hovering mid-air. For a heartbeat, she saw it—the faintest twitch in his jaw, the shadow of something raw flickering behind his eyes. Then it vanished. He set his fork down with deliberate calm and met her gaze. “I’m not playing your games. You should’ve realized that by now.”

The words were a slap. Suzy’s smile cracked, her chest tightening. Games? This wasn’t a game. This was survival. If he could resist her, what did that make her?

She stared at her plate, the food now repulsive in its mundanity. Why couldn’t he see her? The steam from the meal curled upward, mocking her, and suddenly the room felt suffocating.

Then it hit her—a jagged, desperate epiphany. He hadn’t thrown her out. He hadn’t called the cops, hadn’t sold her secrets to the ravenous press. For all his scowling and sighs, he’d let her stay. Let her linger.

Because he wants to, her pride hissed. Because he’s lying.

The last drops of water had barely cooled on her skin when she stepped out of the bathroom, her silk robe clinging to her damp body. Suzy knew exactly what she was doing. She always did.

“Are you really unaffected by me?” she purred, rising from her chair, letting the robe slip dangerously off one shoulder. She circled the table like a predator, her bare feet silent against the floor, her movements slow, deliberate.

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But something flickered behind his eyes—something dark, something warning.

She ignored it.

“You can pretend all you want,” she whispered, gripping his chin and tilting his face toward hers, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her thumb traced the hard line of his jaw, feeling the tension coiled beneath. “But you’re enjoying this. Admit it.”

“Suzy.” His voice was quiet. Too quiet. Like the silence before a storm.

Drunk on her own confidence, she pressed closer, her breath warm against his skin. “Admit I’m under your skin. Admit you think about me—”

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around her wrist in an iron grip. The suddenness of it made her gasp, her practiced composure slipping for just a moment.

“You want to know what I think?” His voice was low, controlled, but laced with something that sent a shiver through her. “I think you’re pushing boundaries you don’t understand.”

She tried to hold onto her sultry smile, but it faltered when he stood, towering over her, his presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way.

“I—”

“No.” He cut her off, backing her against the wall with slow, deliberate steps. His other hand came up to her throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a silent reminder of control she no longer had. “You wanted my attention? Congratulations. You have it.”

Her breath hitched. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be the one in control, the one making him unravel.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His thumb brushed against her racing pulse. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To break my control?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Or are you finally realizing you might have pushed too far?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came.

“You didn’t think,” he murmured, his voice darkening. “You never do. You just take and push and demand, thinking there won’t be consequences.”

Then he kissed her. Not sweetly, not like in her carefully crafted fantasies. This was raw, deliberate—punishment wrapped in pleasure. His grip tangled in her hair, holding her still as he devoured her, bruising and possessive.

She whimpered, hands fisting in his shirt, caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away. This wasn’t her game anymore. This was him showing her exactly what happened when she got what she asked for.

When he pulled back, her breath was ragged, her lips swollen. The smug confidence she wore like armor had cracked completely, leaving her wide-eyed, vulnerable.

“Still think I’m unaffected?” His gaze was dark with satisfaction. “Or should I show you exactly how affected I can be?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body betraying her even as her mind scrambled to reclaim control.

He didn’t give her the chance.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he tugged at the knot of her robe. The silk slipped from her shoulders, sliding down her body like a whisper, pooling at her feet.

She was bare before him, her skin flushed from heat and the chill of the air. A shiver ran through her as his hands found her shoulders, his touch light yet commanding.

He leaned in, lips grazing her neck, his breath warm against her skin. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips.

He pulled back, his gaze never leaving hers, then lowered his head—his breath now ghosting over her breast. Then, without warning, his lips closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak before sucking deeply.

“Ah… Hnng…” Her moan broke through the silence.

She tried to grasp onto her confidence, forcing a teasing smirk. “I should’ve known you were this hungry—”

The words died on her lips as he latched onto her again, silencing any attempt at control.

Her legs pressed together, squirming against the growing ache between them. Her hands hovered over his body, unsure where they belonged—her thoughts a haze, her senses overwhelmed. A strange sensation started at her toes, tingling, winding its way up until her head felt dizzy, like she was melting into him.

Then he stopped.

She barely registered the ragged sound of her own breathing, her gaze locked on him—not with desire, but with the dazed fixation of a predator realizing it’s become prey.

“You think I’m doing this to make you feel good?” His voice was low, almost clinical, as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.

“I’m n-not—” The lie fractured as his free hand slid down her ribcage, fingertips branding her skin. Her body tautened, betraying her, hips arching toward him before she could stop herself.

“You’re right,” he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. “This isn’t about me. It never was.” His palm closed over her breast, thumb circling her nipple with deliberate, agonizing slowness. “It’s about you learning what happens when you shove your way into someone’s life and demand they perform for you.”

She gasped, teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle a whimper. Don���t. Don’t give him this. But her traitorous body strained against him, heat pooling low in her stomach.

“Keep your hands here,” he ordered, tightening his grip on her wrists. “Or I stop.”

“Stop then,” she hissed, the last shred of pride sharpening her voice. She shoved weakly against him, but her muscles felt liquid, useless.

He laughed—a dark, humorless sound—and nipped the curve of her neck. “You don’t want me to stop. You’ve never wanted anything real in your life, have you? Just applause. Just proof.” His fingers pinched her nipple hard enough to sting, and a broken noise escaped her throat. “Here’s your proof, Suzy. You’re ordinary here. Just flesh. Just need.”

She hated him. Hated how his words slithered under her skin, hated how her thighs trembled, hated the slick ache between them that throbbed in time with his touch. Most of all, she hated the part of her that craved this—the part that wanted him to dismantle her, piece by performative piece, until nothing was left but the raw, shameful truth:

She’d rather be ruined by him than ignored.

So she let herself break.

Her hands, once limp with shock, clawed at his shirt—buttons scattering, her nails scraping skin. She bit the inside of her cheek, hating how badly she craved the heat he’d denied her.

“You’re already wet,” he muttered, fingers skimming her thigh, blunt and deliberate.

Her breath hitched, but she forced a smirk, lifting her chin. “I—maybe. So?”

His lips curled, as if amused by the pathetic excuse for defiance. “So? Liar.”

A sharp gasp broke from her as he slid a finger into her, ruthless.

Her fingers trembled against his belt, but she yanked at the leather anyway, snapping it free. “You talk too much,” she muttered, pretending her voice wasn’t shaking.

“You begged for this,” he said, pressing another finger inside, harder this time, until she was pinned between him and the wall.

“Hnnng…Fuck…” The sound slipped before she could stop it. Humiliating.

His grin was immediate, infuriating. Heat crawled up her neck, but before he could throw another taunt, she grabbed his waistband and yanked—pants and boxers falling in one sharp pull.

His cock sprang free, thick and hot against her stomach as he leaned in, claiming her mouth. The kiss was different now. Deeper. More. And yet his hands never withdrew from between her legs, never let up, never let her breathe.

She was spiraling too fast, losing ground. No, no, no—she wasn’t supposed to be the one drowning.

The climax built, tight and unbearable, until—

He broke the kiss. Just like that.

Suzy chased his lips, her mouth grazing his chin, his jaw, anywhere—but he turned away, leaving her gasping at nothing.

“Contraceptives,” he muttered, already heading for the kitchen counter.

“Oh.” The word slipped out small and stupid. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cheeks burning. Since when did she forget herself like this?

Her body ached with frustration, but she refused to stand there waiting like some desperate, abandoned thing. So she followed, her bare feet slapping against the floor. “Hurry,” she breathed, though she’d rather die than admit it was a plea.

He turned, a condom packet pinched between his fingers, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he hooked an arm under her knees and lifted her.

“Wait—!” Suzy yelped, arms flailing before instinct had them locking around his neck.

His heartbeat.

She could hear it, rapid and relentless against her ear. Or maybe it was hers. She couldn’t tell anymore. Their breaths, their heat, their hunger—blurring together.

He laid her down, shadow swallowing her whole as he climbed over her. But instead of moving, instead of tearing into her the way she swore she wanted, he just... stared. His gaze traced her face, slow and searching, like he was trying to memorize something she didn’t even know she was showing.

It made her skin prickle. “What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he murmured, voice softer than she’d ever heard it. “Just wondering how someone so loud can feel so small.”

Suzy’s throat tightened.

She wanted to scoff, roll her eyes—fire back with something smug and clever. But the words tangled, refusing to come.

Before she could untangle them, he kissed her again. Slow, deliberate. His hands cradled her face, gentle in a way that terrified her.

Here’s your refined scene, keeping Suzy’s teasing nature but also her struggle with honesty and vulnerability:

Because fragility was the one thing she couldn’t fake.

“Just—just do what you want already,” she stuttered, hating how weak she sounded.

He hovered over her, their faces so close she could feel his breath against her lips. Her nipples, tight and sensitive, pressed against the heat of his skin.

Instead of answering, he kissed her—just a tap, far gentler than before. Almost sweet.

“Aren’t you a little impatient, Suzy?” he murmured, the tease running straight through her, twisting low in her stomach.

It was the first time he’d said her name with a smile.

Her heart fluttered.

No. No, no, no. She refused to react to that.

Before she could come up with some snarky retort, he pulled back, dragging his lips down her body. His movements were slow, deliberate, each inch of space he put between their faces only making the anticipation coil tighter inside her.

Her breath hitched when he settled between her legs.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, already knowing.

She knew exactly what he was about to do.

Yet she asked anyway, unprepared for the moment it would actually happen.

“W-wait, at least let me take a shower first,” she blurted, grasping at anything to stall, to breathe, to think.

A snicker rumbled from below. “Didn’t you just take a shower?”

Heat flooded her face. She wanted to disappear.

Before she could find another excuse—

“Haahn—!”

His tongue swept over her folds, slow and deliberate.

“Ahh! god—!”

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up her spine as he played with her clit, teasing, circling, pressing.

“W-wait… I—ah! Ahhn! Hnghh!”

Then—

“Hiiic!”

She flinched, her entire body jolting as he sucked, her back arched upwards, the sound indecent, shameless.

Blinking down at him, her breath ragged, she found him already watching her. Smirking.

“You’re really sensitive, Suzy.”

His words lit a spark of defiance in her. He was teasing her, toying with her, and she wasn’t about to let him get away with it.

She sprang up, her body still trembling from his touch. “It’s your turn now.”

He raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “What?”

“I said—it’s your turn now.” She tapped his shoulder with her foot, her legs still parted, unintentionally exposing herself more than she realized.

His gaze darkened. “Oh?”

“Let’s see how patient you are,” she challenged, tilting her chin, her voice laced with quiet amusement.

A slow smirk spread across his lips, but he said nothing.

“What are you waiting for? Lie down.” She guided him onto his back, effortlessly shifting their positions. Now, she was on top.

Kneeling between his legs, her eyes flickered downward, and—

Oh.

His cock stood between them, thick and rigid, a sight she was no stranger to. And yet, something about him—about this—felt different.

Her fingers moved without hesitation, wrapping around him with practiced ease, stroking with a steady rhythm. He was warm, heavy in her grasp, the weight of him familiar yet somehow new.

She had done this before—many times. But never with him.

And now, with the heat of the moment slowed to her pace, she had the chance to take him in, to truly feel him.

Her fingers barely met around his girth.

Her breath hitched.

He was bigger than she expected, thicker than she was used to.

A challenge.

Her lips curled slightly as she leaned in, her breath ghosting over his length. Her strokes remained measured, deliberate, teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing—what effect she had on him.

With her free hand, she traced the tip, swirling a finger through the precum, watching the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. A soft chuckle escaped her as she tucked her hair behind her ears, preparing to take him in.

Slowly, she let her tongue slip out, teasing him before finally making contact—

“Nggh…” A deep grunt rumbled from his chest, his cock twitching in response.

And then—

A sharp pulse, followed by a hot splash across her cheek.

She stilled, eyes flicking up to meet him. His breath was ragged, his fists clenched at his sides.

A wicked smirk tugged at her lips as she dragged a finger through the mess on her skin, bringing it to her mouth, letting her tongue flick out just enough to taste him.

“You’re really sensitive,” she murmured, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

His jaw tightened.

And just like that, she knew—she had him.

That moment of vulnerability, of losing control, it was hers to wield now. The tables had turned, just as she had wanted. Before, she had been overwhelmed by him, caught in his pace, his touch. But now—now, he was the one left breathless beneath her.

Her strokes slowed, teasing, deliberate. She leaned in, lips just barely grazing his length, reveling in the way his muscles tensed, in the sharp breath he sucked through his teeth.

Yes.

This was the power she had been after.

But just as quickly as she seized it—

The world flipped.

A gasp escaped her as he moved with speed she hadn’t anticipated, his hands gripping her waist, turning the entire game on its head. One moment she was on top, in control—

The next, her back was against the sheets, his weight caging her in.

His knee parted her legs effortlessly, pressing between her thighs as he loomed over her. That smug dominance had returned to his gaze, lips curling with something dark and knowing.

She shuddered, realizing—

She had only borrowed control for a moment.

He had merely let her think she had won.

“Suzy,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, eyes dark and impatient. “Did you enjoy your little game?”

Her breath hitched.

She could feel him—his cock resting heavy against her stomach, a silent promise of what was to come. It pulsed against her skin, a relentless reminder of the inevitable.

Heat coiled low in her belly.

She wanted him.

She needed him.

Her breath hitched as she watched him roll the condom on, the slow, practiced motion only fueling the fire already burning inside her.

Hesitation warred with longing, nerves tangled with impatience. But pride had no place here—not when every inch of her ached for him.

She was ready to surrender.

She parted her lips, ready to plead, to beg—

“Ready?”

His voice cut through the air, low, rough, edged with impatience.

It was the question that could have once been her escape. The opening she had looked for before.

But that moment had passed long ago.

Now, there was only him.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, a silent answer—a confirmation, a submission, an invitation.

It wasn’t him who had been in her grasp—

It had been the other way around all along.

With her silent permission, he wasted no time. Strong hands spread her open, parting her folds as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

“Ngh… Fuuuck!”

He pushed inside, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. A gasp tore from her lips as her walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size. His heat seeped into her, a sensation that was both overwhelming and intoxicating.

Her feet quivered. Her fingers curled into the sheets, while her other hand covered her mouth, muffling the cries threatening to spill free.

The sudden, intense pleasure blinded her. Her eyes clenched shut, darkness swallowing her vision, but she wasn’t alone—she could feel him.

Moving.

Slow at first, each thrust deliberate, controlled, but quickly gaining speed.

“Hnngg…” She bit down on her lip, her breath shaky, her body at his mercy as he drove into her over and over again.

Her world narrowed to the sounds around her—their ragged breaths, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bed beneath them, the rustling sheets.

She could feel everything.

The firm grip of his hands on her thighs. The way her body shifted with every deep thrust. The friction of him inside her, stretching her, claiming spaces untouched before.

And then—

A jolt of pleasure shot through her as his thumb found her clit, circling it, pressing, teasing.

“Hnng… No, n-not there—”

Her eyes flew open, and she found him staring at her, gaze dark, unwavering, drinking in every tremor, every reaction.

Heat flooded her cheeks. His focused attention made her feel bare in an entirely new way.

But he didn’t stop.

If anything, her protest only encouraged him. His movements deepened, his thrusts grew stronger, reaching deeper than she thought possible.

“Hnng!!”

Flustered, she covered her face with both hands, as if shielding herself from his gaze—unwilling to let him see just how undone she was becoming.

His pace slowed—a brief respite.

A chance for him to catch his breath.

And for her to regain a shred of sanity.

Her hands trembled as they shielded her face, as if trying to ground herself, to control the heat creeping up her skin. But he didn’t let her. His hands, warm and firm, gently pried hers away, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Her breath hitched. His eyes, dark and unwavering, held her captive.

Slowly, he guided her hands to his lips, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her fingers, her palms. The sensation sent a shudder through her, and before she could stop it, a whimper slipped past her lips.

“Hnngh…!”

The attention she had craved so desperately now felt overwhelming—almost unbearable.

"Why… why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, voice unsteady, flustered.

A grin tugged at his lips, his intensity never faltering. “Because I want to see your beauty, Suzy.”

Hearing her name from his lips hit her harder than she expected. It wasn’t just the compliment—it was the way he said it. Soft, tender. A stark contrast to the raw dominance he had shown before.

She had heard her name spoken countless times, but with him, it felt different. More intimate. More real.

The simplicity of his words, the sincerity in his voice—it was exactly what she had longed for. And yet, now that she had it, she felt shaken, unprepared for how deeply it unraveled her.

“What?" she breathed, struggling to process it.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, sending a tremor through her body.

“W-wait—” Her protest barely left her lips before his mouth claimed hers.

His tongue slid past her parted lips, and instinctively, she met him, matching his rhythm as if it had always been this way. As if her body already knew how to respond to him.

His hands skimmed down her legs, shifting, lifting her hips with effortless control.

The brief pause between them shattered.

Their break was over.

His hips drove into her once again, a deep, deliberate thrust that stole her breath.

Her moans were swallowed by his mouth, his kiss consuming, demanding.

The force of him pushed her deeper into the bed, her body molding to his movements as he pressed her into the mattress. His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to an edge she wasn’t ready to face.

His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, sucking, biting—leaving his mark.

“Hnnng… I can’t… I—” Her plea was barely a whisper, drowned out by the rhythm of their bodies colliding.

His kisses turned into nibbles, teasing, devouring. Desperate to stop his assault, she tried to push his face away, only for him to seize her wrists, pinning them against the sheets.

Now her hands became his focus.

He kissed her fingertips, grazed his teeth along her knuckles, breathed in her scent as if memorizing it. Then he sucked gently, tongue flicking over her skin, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You look gorgeous like this, Suzy,” he murmured, admiring the wrecked state he had reduced her to.

His voice cut through the symphony of their skin slapping, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together, the ragged breaths and muffled moans.

Heat flared across her skin. She wanted to say something—anything—but before she could, her body jolted.

“Ah—!!” Her cry broke free, louder than before, almost a scream.

He had reached deep, pressing against a spot she hadn’t known existed.

Her vision blurred. Her thoughts fractured.

She was unraveling, pleasure crashing over her in waves so intense she could barely hold on.

“I’m… close…” His voice was rough, strained, barely comprehensible. But she didn’t need to hear it.

She could feel it.

His cock throbbed inside her, primed to explode.

And then—release.

Heat surged inside her as his climax tore through him, his body tensing before he spilled into the condom.

Her walls clenched around him, milking every last drop, her own ecstasy cresting in tandem.

Her mouth parted in a silent scream, her entire body seizing in pleasure so sharp it was almost unbearable.

For a moment, there was nothing. No thoughts, no words—only sensation.

Her consciousness floated, her body trembling, spent, utterly wrecked.

Then—his lips were on hers again.

Soft this time. Gentle. A stark contrast to the madness from moments ago.

With the last remnants of her energy, she kissed him back.

Slowly, the kiss melted into something tender, something lingering. A silent exchange of satisfaction, of fulfillment.

Her breathing slowed.

Her consciousness drifted.

And before she could fight it, sleep pulled her under.

Part 2 ---->

[arielleslipgloss]

How to Become an It Girl

“Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.” - Audrey Hepburn

Manners and Body Language! Legs are together, arms close to body, head high. Of course, I can’t forget good posture. No matter your body language, always make sure your posture is good. Manners are just as equally important. A simple, excuse me, please, thank you, pardon me, makes such a big difference!

Signature everything! Signature jewelry, perfume, color, bag, hairstyle, EVERYTHING you can think of. Make your own iconic look. When people see you, they know that you own that look. Everything, about it says ME!

Take care of your health and focus on you! Health is wealth!! Take care of your body, mind, soul, heart, skin, hair, nails, teeth, etc. Focusing on yourself will change your life, I PROMISE. I recommend you watch self development videos/youtubers. Just like, TheWizardLiz, Tam Kaur, Simonesquared, Persephonesmind, etc.

4. Look presentable/make a strong first impression! I will never forget when Song Jia first walked in on the island in Singles Inferno. Her hair was done, nails, outfit looked fresh, makeup was done. Not to mention, she walked in with confidence, a smile, good posture and stayed to herself. She carried herself so well. She greeted everyone with a beautiful smile and graceful bow.

“Happy girls are the prettiest” - Audrey Hepburn

5. Stay true to yourself! Treat yourself with love. If you’re looking for someone to feel your void, fill it yourself. Learn to love everything about you, even your imperfections. Appreciate the little things in life, like dancing in your room alone, your grwms, picking out your outfit, the trees, sky, laying in your bed, living life. Celebrate your life everyday.

[w-loc]

೫🪞᭨ 𓊆ྀི ℬae Suzy — 𝒟uo locs 𓊇ྀི

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[elryuse]

Suzy x Male Reader

Smut, Actress has an infatuation with a younger childhood friend

Always On My Mind

Bae Suzy X Male Reader

Tags : Childhood Friends, Vanilla Sex, Extra Intimate and Passionate, Sweaty Sex, Kissing, Romance Words : 4,982 Words

You always called her Noona. Ever since you could remember, Suzy was a constant in your life—a beacon of warmth and comfort. She was two years older, always smiling, always teasing, and always looking out for you. Her black hair framed her delicate features, and her voice carried the kind of assurance only an older sibling—or someone who cared deeply—could muster.

"Noona, wait up!" you called as she walked ahead of you on the way home from school.

Suzy turned, her lips quirking up into a soft smile. "You’re too slow, Y/n. At this rate, I’ll have to carry you home!"

"You’re only saying that because you like showing off," you grumbled, your face flushed from running to keep up.

"Maybe," she said with a wink, "but it’s my job as your Noona to take care of you, isn’t it?"

That’s how it had always been. She was the big sister you never had, but somewhere deep down, you also knew she was something more.

It was a Saturday afternoon, the sky overcast but dry. You were sitting in the small park near your neighborhood, kicking pebbles while Suzy sat on the swing beside you.

“I have to tell you something,” she said softly, her voice lacking its usual playful lilt.

“What is it, Noona?”

She looked at you, her dark eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place—regret, sadness, and maybe a touch of excitement. “I’m leaving. Next week.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. “Leaving? Why?”

“I got accepted into an idol training program in Seoul,” she explained, her hands gripping the swing’s chains tightly. “It’s a huge opportunity for me, Y/n. You understand, right?”

You didn’t understand. Not at all. All you knew was that Suzy was leaving, and the thought of it made your chest ache. “But… what about us? What about… me?”

Her expression softened, and she reached over to ruffle your hair. “Oh, my little Y/n. You’re going to be just fine. Besides, I’ll come back to visit when I can. And you’ll call me, right?”

“I guess…” you muttered, not meeting her gaze.

“Promise me, okay? Promise me you won’t forget about your Noona.”

You nodded reluctantly. “I promise.”

Life went on, as it always does. Suzy’s absence left a void in your heart, but you buried yourself in school and later in college. Occasionally, you’d hear whispers about a girl group named Miss A on social media or from classmates, but you never connected the dots.

Until one evening, your phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.

“Y/n-ah, it’s me.”

The voice was unmistakable. Your heart skipped a beat. “Noona?”

She laughed softly, the sound like a melody you hadn’t realized you missed. “Still calling me Noona, huh? I’m glad.”

“Where have you been?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly. “It’s been years.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been so busy, but I debuted! I’m in a group now—Miss A. Have you heard of us?”

“Yeah… I think I’ve heard your name around,” you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

“You’re so hopeless,” she teased. “Anyway, I’m back in town for a bit. Let’s meet up. I want to hear everything about you.”

You agreed to meet at the old park where she’d told you she was leaving all those years ago. It was late afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows on the ground.

When you saw her, your breath caught. She was still the Suzy you remembered, but something about her had changed. She carried herself with a quiet confidence now, her long hair flowing in waves down her back. Her smile, though, was the same—warm and inviting.

“Y/n,” she called, waving at you.

You approached hesitantly. “Noona…”

She grinned. “Don’t look so scared! I don’t bite.”

“It’s not that,” you said, trying to compose yourself. “It’s just… you look so different now. More… grown up.”

“And you’ve gotten taller,” she teased, poking your arm. “But you’re still the same shy little kid I remember.”

The two of you sat on the swings, just like you had all those years ago. She told you about her life as an idol—the rigorous training, the long hours, the moments of doubt. And you told her about college, about your struggles to figure out what you wanted to do with your life.

“You’ve done so much, Noona,” you said, admiration clear in your voice. “I’m proud of you.”

Her expression softened, and she looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “And I’m proud of you, Y/n. I always knew you’d grow into someone amazing.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the park in twilight, Suzy turned to you, her expression serious.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Noona.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I’ve missed you. More than I thought I would. And seeing you now… it feels like I’ve been searching for something, and I finally found it.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “Noona…”

“I know it’s selfish,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “But I don’t want to be just your Noona anymore.”

The world seemed to freeze. You stared at her, your mind racing. “What are you saying?”

She reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. “I’m saying I want to be more than just your childhood friend. More than just your Noona. I want… I want to be with you.”

The air between you crackled with tension, thick and electric, as Suzy’s words hung in the twilight. Her fingers lingered on yours, soft and warm, and her gaze was unyielding, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten.

“Noona,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the faint rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Her lips curved into a small, nervous smile. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/n. Not yet. Just… let me be honest with you for once.”

She shifted closer on the swing, her knee brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, but you didn’t pull away. How could you? This was Suzy—your Noona, the girl who had always been there, even when she wasn’t.

“All these years,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I convinced myself that I was just your Noona. That I was looking out for you like a sister would. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Even back then, when we were younger, I felt something… something I couldn’t name. And now, seeing you again—” She paused, her breath hitching. “Now, I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Your heart raced, pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. “Noona, I…”

“Shh,” she murmured, placing a finger against your lips. Her touch was feather-light, but it silenced you instantly. “Just let me finish.”

Her hand dropped, and she leaned in, her face inches from yours. Her scent—a mix of citrus and something uniquely her—filled your senses, dizzying and intoxicating.

“I don’t want to leave without knowing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Without knowing if you feel it too.”

The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, suspended in this moment. You searched her eyes, dark and endless, and saw the vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide. It mirrored your own—the fear, the longing, the hope.

“Suzy,” you said, her name slipping out before you could stop it. It felt strange, foreign, to call her anything other than Noona. But at the same time, it felt right. Necessary, even.

Her lashes fluttered, surprise flickering across her features. “You called me by my name.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “Because… because you’re not just my Noona. Not anymore.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Before you could process what was happening, she closed the distance between you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender.

It was messy, awkward even, born from years of suppressed feelings and stolen glances. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, while yours found their way to her waist, clutching her like she might vanish if you let go.

When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Me too,” you admitted, your voice rough with emotion. “But I never thought…”

“I know,” she said, cutting you off with another quick kiss. “Neither did I. But now that we’re here… I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Her hands slid down to your shoulders, then lower, tracing the contours of your arms before settling on your chest. You could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of your shirt, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

“Suzy,” you said, your voice cracking. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded, her expression serious. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, she stood, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet. The park was empty now, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. She led you away from the swings, toward the familiar path that wound through the trees.

Your steps faltered as the implications of what was happening began to sink in. “Wait, Noona—Suzy. Where are we going?”

She glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Somewhere private. Unless you’d rather stay here?”

Heat flooded your cheeks, and you shook your head quickly. “N-no, private is good.”

Her laughter filled the air, light and carefree, and she tightened her grip on your hand. “Good. Follow me.”

The walk to her apartment was a blur. Your mind raced, torn between disbelief and anticipation. This was Suzy. Your childhood friend, your Noona. And now…? Now, everything had changed.

By the time you reached her doorstep, your nerves were frayed, your pulse thundering in your ears. She unlocked the door and pulled you inside, kicking it shut behind her. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of a lamp in the corner.

She turned to face you, her breath catching as she studied your face. Slowly, she reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek.

“You’re really here,” she murmured, almost as if she couldn’t believe it herself. “And you’re not running away.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she stepped closer, closing the gap between you. Her hands slid up your chest, then around your neck, pulling you down until your lips met hers once more.

This kiss was different—slower, deeper, more deliberate. Her tongue teased at your bottom lip, and you opened for her without hesitation, a low moan escaping your throat as she deepened the kiss. Her body pressed against yours, soft and warm, and you wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her close.

When she broke the kiss, both of you were panting, your faces flushed. She took your hand and led you to the couch, pushing you gently onto the cushions before climbing onto your lap. Her knees bracketed your hips, and her hands rested on your shoulders as she gazed down at you.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” she confessed, her voice husky. “But it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

Your hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as you looked up at her. “Suzy��”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me what you want, Y/n. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitched, and your grip on her hips tightened. “I want you,” you admitted, your voice raw with need. “All of you.”

A shiver ran through her, and she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Then take me.”

Her breath caught in her throat as your hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. The air around you felt electric, charged with the intensity of your shared desire. You could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, wide and searching, as if she were trying to pierce through every wall you’d ever built. And for the first time, you didn’t want to hide. Not from her.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down her spine. She tilted her head, her mouth parting slightly, inviting you in. But you held back, teasing her, letting the anticipation build until it was almost unbearable. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you forward, but still, you lingered, savoring the way her breath hitched when you finally closed the distance.

The kiss started slow, tentative, as if you were both rediscovering each other after years apart. Her lips were soft, warm, and achingly familiar, yet they carried a sweetness you hadn’t noticed before. Your hands moved from her hips to her waist, sliding up her sides until they found the curve of her ribs. She gasped into your mouth, her body arching into your touch, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Your tongue brushed against hers, coaxing a low moan from her throat. She tasted faintly of honey and something uniquely Suzy—something that made your head spin and your pulse race. One hand tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head to the side as you kissed her with a hunger that surprised even you. Her fingers slid from your shoulders to the back of your neck, holding you close as if she were afraid you might pull away.

But you had no intention of stopping.

“Noona,” you whispered against her lips, your voice rough with need. “I’ve dreamed of this.”

She shuddered at your words, her grip tightening on your neck. “Y/n…” Her voice was barely audible, trembling with emotion. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

Her confession shattered whatever restraint you had left. With a growl, you pulled her onto your lap, her legs straddling your waist as you claimed her mouth again. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, filled with all the longing you’d bottled up over the years. She matched your intensity, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp as she kissed you back with equal fervor.

One hand slid under the hem of her shirt, your fingers skimming the smooth skin of her back. She arched into your touch, a whimper escaping her lips as you traced lazy circles over her spine. Your other hand moved lower, gripping her thigh and pressing her closer until you could feel the warmth of her core against your stomach. The sensation drew a groan from deep within your chest, and you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against hers as you tried to catch your breath.

“Suzy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. “I need to see you. All of you.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, reverently, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then, with a shy smile, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin to your hungry gaze. Her breasts were perfect—full and round, with nipples already hard and begging for attention. You couldn’t resist reaching out, cupping one in your hand and rolling your thumb over the sensitive peak. She gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please…”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, you captured one nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened bud. She cried out, her hands tangling in your hair as you teased her mercilessly. Your free hand roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her as if committing her curves to memory. When you switched to her other breast, she squirmed in your lap, her hips grinding against yours in a way that made your head swim.

“Noona,” you groaned, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

A wicked smile spread across her lips, and she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Then let me take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she slid off your lap and dropped to her knees in front of you. Her hands moved to your belt, deftly undoing the buckle before pushing your pants and boxers down your hips. Your cock sprang free, hard and aching, and she wasted no time taking you into her hand. Her touch was firm but tender, her fingers wrapping around your length and giving you a slow stroke that had your eyes fluttering shut.

“God, Noona…” you groaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch.

Her lips curled into a smirk, and then she leaned forward, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth. The heat of her tongue was almost too much, and you had to bite back a moan as she swirled it around the sensitive head. Her hand continued to stroke you as her mouth worked its magic, alternating between sucking and licking until you were trembling with need.

“Fuck, Suzy,” you growled, your fingers tangling in her hair. “You feel so good.”

She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Then, without warning, she took you deeper, her throat relaxing around you as she swallowed you whole. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and she looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes—a stark contrast to the dirty things she was doing with her mouth.

It was too much. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around your cock, her dark eyes locked onto yours… it pushed you dangerously close to the edge. But you weren’t ready to finish—not yet. With a shaky breath, you pulled her off you, ignoring her pout as you lifted her back onto your lap.

“My turn,” you said, your voice thick with desire.

Her breath hitched as you flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and settling between them. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her wet folds, and you couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the damp fabric. She whimpered, her hips lifting off the couch as you tugged her panties aside, revealing her glistening entrance.

“Y/n,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Don’t tease me.”

You smirked, dragging your finger through her slickness and drawing a gasp from her lips. “But Noona,” you murmured, circling her clit with your thumb. “Watching you squirm is my new favorite hobby.”

Her response was cut off by a strangled moan as you leaned down, replacing your thumb with your tongue. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and tangy, and you lapped at her eagerly, drinking in every drop. Her hands fisted in your hair, holding you in place as you explored her with your mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks of your tongue.

“Oh God,” she cried, her back arching off the couch. “Y/n, I’m—I’m—”

She came undone with a cry, her thighs clamping around your head as waves of pleasure washed over her. You continued to lick her through it, gentling your movements until she collapsed back onto the couch, boneless and gasping for air.

When you finally pulled away, she looked up at you with hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “Y/n…” she murmured, her voice weak but filled with affection.

You kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on your lips. “Noona,” you whispered, “I love you.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she pulled you into another kiss, pouring all her emotions into it. When you finally broke apart, she wrapped her arms around your neck, holding you close.

“Take me,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Make me yours.”

Your heart raced as you positioned yourself at her entrance, the tip of your cock pressing against her slick folds. “Are you sure?” you asked, searching her eyes for any trace of doubt.

She nodded, her expression filled with certainty. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With a steadying breath, you pushed inside her, the tight heat of her walls enveloping you in a way that made your vision blur. She gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as you buried yourself to the hilt.

“Y/n,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “You feel so good.”

You leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as you began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had her writhing beneath you. Each thrust drew a soft cry from her lips, and you couldn’t get enough of the sounds she made—the way she whispered your name like a prayer, the way her breathing hitched when you hit just the right spot.

Her hands roamed over your back, her nails leaving faint trails of pleasure-pain that only spurred you on. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—sweet, floral, and utterly intoxicating.

“Noona,” you groaned, your hips snapping against hers. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. “Then don’t,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “I want you to come, Y/n.”

Her words pushed you over the edge. With a guttural groan, you thrust into her one last time, spilling yourself deep inside her as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. She clung to you, her body trembling as she reached her own climax, her walls clenching around you in a way that prolonged your release.

For a moment, everything faded away—time, space, the world outside—leaving only the two of you, connected in the most intimate way possible.

When you finally came down from your high, you rested your forehead against hers, both of you struggling to catch your breath. She smiled up at you, her eyes shining with warmth and affection.

“Y/n,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of emotion. “I love you, too.”

You kissed her gently, savoring the moment. But as you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.

“Again?” she asked, her lips curling into a playful smile.

The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the blinds of Suzy’s apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. You stirred awake, your arm draped over her waist, her body warm and still against yours. Her breathing was steady, and for a moment, you just watched her, marveling at how peaceful she looked in sleep. She’s even more beautiful like this, you thought, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she saw you. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

“Morning, Noona,” you said, your heart swelling at the sight of her sleepy smile.

She stretched lazily, then propped herself up on one elbow. “I have to go to set today,” she said, pouting slightly. “It’s my music video shoot.”

You nodded, trying to hide your disappointment. “I’ll miss you.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss you gently. “Why don’t you come with me?” she suggested, her tone casual but her eyes full of hope. “You could see what it’s like behind the scenes. And… I’d love to have you there.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The idea of seeing her work, of being close to her even while she was in her element, was incredibly tempting. “Are you sure? Won’t it be weird?”

Suzy shook her head, her lips curved into a playful smirk. “Everyone will just think you’re part of the crew. Besides, I want you there. Is that so bad?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Not bad at all.”

---

The set was buzzing with activity when you arrived. Cameras, lights, and people filled the space, creating an electric atmosphere. Suzy immediately took charge, giving directions to her team and chatting casually with the director. You hung back, watching her as she moved with effortless grace, her confidence radiating in every step.

This is her world, you realized, feeling a mix of awe and pride. She belonged here, commanding attention without even trying.

At one point, she glanced over her shoulder and caught your eye, flashing you a quick smile. Your heart raced as she excused herself from the group and made her way over to you.

“How are you holding up?” she asked, her voice low so only you could hear.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though you felt a little out of place among all the chaos. “You’re amazing out there, Noona.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, suddenly shy. “Thank you,” she said softly. Then, after a pause, she added, “Stay close, okay? I want you near me.”

You nodded, unable to resist the warmth in her tone. As the day went on, you stayed by her side, helping where you could and simply enjoying the chance to be with her. Between takes, she would lean into you, stealing quiet moments of closeness that made your pulse quicken.

During a break, you found yourselves alone in her dressing room. The door clicked shut behind you, and Suzy turned to face you, her expression serious.

“Y/n,” she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I know this is new for us, and… maybe it’s too soon to say this, but…” She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto yours. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this—for us—my whole life.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, your hands roaming over her back as if trying to memorize every curve.

She broke the kiss reluctantly, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t want to hide this,” she whispered. “I don’t care who sees us. I just want to be with you.”

Her declaration left you breathless. “Noona…”

She pressed her finger to your lips, silencing you. “Don’t overthink it, Y/n. Just be with me.”

Before you could reply, someone knocked on the door, startling you both. “Suzy-ssi, we’re ready for you!” a voice called from the other side.

Suzy sighed, stepping back but keeping her hand in yours. “Come watch,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I want you to see this.”

You followed her back to the set, your heart pounding as you took your place among the crew. The cameras rolled, and Suzy transformed before your eyes, slipping effortlessly into her role. She moved with such precision and passion that it was impossible to look away.

As the shoot progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how often she glanced your way, her smile growing warmer each time. It was as if she were performing for you, pouring her heart into every movement because you were there to witness it.

When the director finally called “Cut!” and declared the shoot a wrap, the room erupted into applause. Suzy bowed graciously, thanking everyone for their hard work, but her gaze kept drifting back to you.

Once the crowd began to disperse, she made her way over, her steps slow and deliberate. “Well?” she asked, tilting her head playfully. “What did you think?”

“You were incredible,” you said honestly, your voice filled with admiration. “I mean, I always knew you were talented, but seeing you like that… it’s unreal.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down, almost bashful. “Thank you,” she murmured. Then, her expression grew serious. “But you know what the best part was?”

You shook your head, curious.

“Knowing you were watching,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It made everything feel… different. Special.”

Your chest tightened at her words, and you reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. “I’ll always watch you, Noona. No matter what.”

She smiled, a soft, contented smile that made your heart ache in the best possible way. “Good,” she said, leaning in closer. “Because I plan on keeping you around for a long time.”

As the crew began to pack up, Suzy led you to a quieter corner of the set, away from prying eyes. She slipped her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “what do you say we continue where we left off earlier?”

Your breath hitched, and you didn’t hesitate. You kissed her deeply, your hands gripping her waist as she melted into you. The sounds of the set faded into the background, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment.

When she pulled back, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with desire, she gave you a mischievous smile. “My place or yours?” she teased, her tone light but her gaze intense.

You chuckled, your heart racing. “Whichever gets us there faster.”

Her laughter echoed through the empty set as she grabbed your hand and led you toward the exit. But as you reached the door, she paused, turning to face you. “Y/n,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “this isn’t just about tonight. This is… forever. Okay?”

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “Okay.”

And as you stepped out into the cool night air, hand in hand with the woman who had once been your childhood friend and was now so much more, you couldn’t help but feel like the universe had finally aligned. For the first time in years, everything felt right.

“Let’s go home,” Suzy said, squeezing your hand.

[808airsoftbros]

Forgotten or Not (Nana/Bae Suzy)

Author: This is a commission hiring from my good friend @elryuse but I added my own edits and twists to it so I hope you all enjoy it. Also if you want to read more of my fics check out my Masterlist

Y/N's POV

The grand dinner event was a whirlwind of glitz and glamour. The air was thick with anticipation as fans worldwide gathered to celebrate K-pop's meteoric rise. As a relatively new member of the scene, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves.

Suzy and Nana, my two girlfriends, were by my side. Their presence was a comforting balm amidst the chaos. We had been together for several years, our love a quiet, steady force in our lives.

As the evening progressed, I couldn't shake the feeling of a growing divide between the older and newer generations of idols. The younger stars, like Blackpink, exuded a confidence bordering on arrogance. Jennie and Lisa, in particular, were known for their outspoken nature.

I overheard them making derogatory remarks about the older generation, dismissing them as "grandmas" and claiming they were relics of the past. My blood boiled.

“If it weren’t for us we wouldn’t be in this position in the leaderboards!” Taeyeon argued but Jennie simply sniffed.

“Hm. Maybe so but your time is over and there is nothing left for you to give now it’s time make way for new gen idols like us!” Jennie replied and Lisa snickered.

“Enjoy your time Grandma, while it lasts~” Lisa remarked and laughed as they walked away.

I could tell Taeyeon-Noona wanted to say more but she didn’t because we all knew they were right…

I had always admired the pioneers of K-pop. It’s true they had paved the way for artists like me and the fact that our time is nearing but to see them treated with such disrespect was infuriating. Suzy and Nana tried to calm me down.

"Don't do it," Suzy whispered, her voice firm.

"It's not worth it." Nana agreed. "They're just young and naive. They'll learn eventually."

I knew they were right, but my anger refused to subside. As I watched the younger idols perform on stage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment. I had worked hard to get to where I was, and I didn't appreciate being dismissed so easily.

“I know but they didn’t have to be so rude about it!” I pointed out and Nana sighed.

“To tell you the truth… I was just like them when I was there age, when Afterschool debuted we were one of the best there was and for the previous generation of my time, we showed no sympathy in their situation, we thought we were invincible and we’d last forever… But I was wrong, as we got older, dancing and singing along with the ruthless practices got more difficult and eventually our company retired us and were quietly replaced by younger rookie idols and eventually we were forgotten,” Nana explained her story.

“And this cycle will always continue as long as K-pop stands, our companies are always working on training better and stronger idols than will ever be, and eventually as they get older they will soon feel the same as we did, we are lucky enough to still be in the industry as actresses, and in some cases… It doesn’t matter how old or how young idols are, they too will be replaced before they know it,” Suzy finished giving a dead serious look in my eyes.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Suzy and Nana's words. They reminded me of the transient nature of fame. One day, I too would be considered outdated and replaced by a new generation of idols.

It was a harsh reality, but it was one that I would have to face. I realized that I had been so focused on proving myself that I had lost sight of what was truly important. I had been so eager to be recognized as a rising star that I had forgotten to appreciate the journey.

The next morning, as I prepared for another event, I felt a newfound sense of perspective. I had faced a challenge, and I had come out stronger on the other side.

I realized that the future of K-pop was bright, and I was excited to be a part of it. As I stepped onto the stage that day, I felt a sense of peace.

I knew that I had a responsibility to the younger generation of idols. I would be their mentor, their guide. And I would do everything in my power to ensure that they were treated with respect.

But most importantly, I would cherish the love and support of my two incredible girlfriends, Suzy and Nana. Their love was a constant in my life, a beacon of light in the ever-changing world of K-pop.

The incident at the dinner event had brought Suzy and Nana even closer to me. The shared experience had deepened our bond, revealing a new level of understanding and empathy between us. Nana, always the practical one, had taken the lead in comforting me in the aftermath of the event.

Her gentle words and warm embrace had provided me with the solace I needed. Suzy, on the other hand, had offered a different kind of support.

Her quiet strength and unwavering belief in me had given me the courage to face the challenges ahead. As time went on, I found myself appreciating the unique qualities of each woman in my life.

Nana's grounded nature and unwavering support provided a sense of stability. Suzy's quiet strength and unwavering belief in me gave me the courage to face any challenge.

Their love for me was a constant in my life, a beacon of light in the ever-changing world of K-pop. Together, we navigated the ups and downs of our careers with grace and resilience.

We celebrated each other's successes and offered support during difficult times. Our bond grew stronger with each passing day, a testament to the power of love and friendship.

~

Five years later…

As five years passed since the dinner event, though may seem little time has passed but it felt a decade, the industry changed drastically than I could ever imagine. Blackpink who were one the worlds most famous K-pop group eventually fell under.

With new groups such as Le Sserafim, IVE, NewJeans, and others debuting, they got off huge while Blackpink went off the leaderboards with their absence of comebacks and attending other events and the same can be said for the previous generation groups.

As for myself, I decided to propose to my two beautiful girlfriends and when they said “yes” I was ecstatic and we got married a month later, and already discussing our retirement from the industry as we believed we’ve earned it after working for years.

One evening, as we sat together on the balcony of our shared apartment, I turned to Suzy and Nana.

"I'm so grateful for you both," I said. "You've made my life so much richer."

Suzy and Nana smiled at me. "We're grateful for you too," Suzy replied.

[lenteur]

Digital single <come back> 2025.02.17 (Mon.) 18:00 (KST)

[k-tarotz]

Pac - which idol are you similar to?

Hey our sweethearts! This is just a short pick a pile for fun, it's a general reading so only take what resonates and leave what doesn't, it might include messages that you should hear right now! If you like this pac please reblog or like it, thank you a lot <3

Pile 1:

Idol vibes: Sunghoon (enhypen), Mark (nct), Wonbin (Riize)

Alright so you are giving natural leader energy. You’re the type who’s always hardworking, having your goals right in front of your eyes. You are creative but also classic and smart. People probably come to you for advice because you just get it. Some of you might be introverted, not showing all your layers to just anyone but rather to the people you are close to and they enjoy how much duality you have to yourself.

Why you are similar to them:

You know how to take charge without being bossy.

You’re always looking to improve yourself and help others.

People trust you because you keep it real.

What to remember:

Don’t doubt your abilities. Don't ask yourself "can I actually-" Yes, you can.

Pile 2:

Idol vibes: Suzy, Jisoo (blackpink), Felix (stray kids)

You are the kind of person that everyone loves to be around because your energy is so chill but fun. Like those idols you’ve got this quirky / funny, free-spirited vibe that makes people feel safe to just be themselves. You are lowkey magnetic without even trying. You are charming and honest, the people around you find you very trustworthy.

Why you are similar to them:

You don’t care about fitting in - you’re all about being you.

Your sense of humor and kindness make people want to stick around. They find you very lovely.

You’re super loyal to the ones you care about.

What to remember:

Never tone yourself down for anyone. Your unique vibe is what makes you stand out, people like you exactly for who you are.

Pile 3:

Idol vibes: IU, Jungkook, Cha Eunwoo (astro)

You are giving sweet but powerful vibes. People might underestimate you at first but you’re all about proving them wrong. You work hard, stay humble and have this warmth to yourself that makes others feel comfortable around you. One or multiple of those might be your main love language; physical touch (especially hugs), gift giving and words of affirmation.

Why you are similar to them:

You are a supportive friend, yet you know your own worth, your potential and what you want.

You’ve probably been through a lot but came out stronger.

Your kindness makes people love you, even if you don’t realize it.

What to remember:

Trust yourself more - you’re stronger than you think, even if you go through a hardship you will make it out just like last time.

Thank you for reading! 🩵

- Hun

[spanktony]

“LEFTOVERS” - lee doona.

summary: lee doona was so full of herself and you hated it. until, you understood.

words: 4.2k +

warnings: 18+ g!p reader, p in v, oral (d receiving), doona’s kinda an ass but not really because she’s wifey, and i think that’s all.

notes: once request open back up more doona requests guys 🙏🙏🙏🙏 she’s so underrated

navigation. request.

you had never met someone so full of themselves; well, that was up until the moment you had your first interaction with doona. you had just finished lacing up your sneakers, your compression shirt hugging your torso and your workout pants snug and comfortable.

the day was still cool, perfect for a run, and you were looking forward to clearing your head after a long day of work.

being a server was no joke.

you popped your headphones into your ears, selecting your playlist before closing and locking the main entrance door behind you, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes that had been watching you from across the courtyard.

it was a beautiful evening, and you smiled as you started singing, off-key but nonetheless singing, while you warmed up and stretched before your run. you didn't notice the figure sitting nearby until you were almost past them.

doona.

she was sitting on the brick fence that surrounded an old tree, one leg crossed over the other, and a cigarette dangling from her lips. the smoke swirled lazily around her, and she exhaled slowly, watching you with a bored, detached look as you bopped your head to the music in your headphones.

you were in your own little world, head down, and pounding music that drowned out everything except for your own thoughts.

but then, just as you were getting into a good groove, doona stood up abruptly, taking a drag from her cigarette.

without missing a beat, she stepped directly into your path, her body blocking your way.

you came to a halt, pulling your headphones down to your neck.

"excuse me," you said, raising an eyebrow, already feeling the irritation start to build. you hadn't been expecting anyone to stand in your way, let alone her.

doona regarded you coolly, the smoke curling from her lips as she blew out a cloud and gave you a pointed look. "what's your deal?"

you blinked, confused, your jaw slightly dropping. "what?"

doona took another slow drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. the calm, almost calculating look on her face made you feel even more confused.

"you've been staring at me for weeks," she said, her voice laced with something you couldn't quite place. was it annoyance? amusement? "every time you run by, you look up at my apartment. i see you. you're watching me."

you blinked again, the irritation from before quickly turning into bewilderment. "what? i'm not—what are you talking about?"

doona's expression didn't soften. she flicked the ash off her cigarette, still maintaining that intense gaze. "don't act like you haven't noticed me. you've been eyeing me from across the courtyard every day, practically tracking my every move. and now you're singing my songs like some kind of weird obsession. what's your deal, stalker?"

a small laugh escaped you, almost out of reflex. "are you serious? i've just been doing my thing—i'm not stalking anyone."

doona raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. for a moment, there was a pause between you two, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears as your confusion started to shift into something else.

"yeah, right." she took another drag, blowing the smoke into your face, causing you to close your eyes and cough slightly. your jaw tightened at the action, but you still tried to keep your cool. the last thing you wanted was to give her any kind of satisfaction.

doona tilted her head to the side; the two of you studied each other intently, the tension thickening between you as the seconds dragged on. her gaze was sharp, predatory even, and her lips twitched into a small smirk.

you, on the other hand, were trying your hardest not to show how irritated you were. it wasn't like you cared that she thought you were some sort of stalker. in fact, you were far more interested in getting away from this confrontation and finishing your run.

but as you stared back at her, you couldn't help but feel... curious. who was this woman? why was she so damn confident and dismissive?

finally, you exhaled sharply, pulling your shoulders back when it finally hit you. she was lee doona, from dream sweet!

your confusion morphed into a mix of surprise and disinterest. you weren't particularly impressed by celebrity status, and honestly, you couldn't care less who she was. all you cared about was getting back to your routine and putting as much distance between you and this strange encounter as possible.

you stared at her for a beat longer, trying to mask the faint surprise flickering across your face. doona's eyes held an intense gaze, scanning you almost like a puzzle to be solved.

but when you didn't immediately react the way she expected, her expression faltered for a fraction of a second, and she flicked the cigarette again, sending more ash into the wind.

"so, what?" you said, cutting through the silence with a firm tone, finally over the awkwardness. "you're accusing me of stalking you because i run by and look up at the apartments? that's a stretch."

doona narrowed her eyes, seemingly a bit put off by your nonchalant attitude. she opened her mouth, but something in your demeanor stopped her. maybe it was the fact that you weren't fawning over her or hanging on her every word like people usually did.

maybe it was the confusion you still had about her unexpected behavior. she seemed a little unsure of herself for the first time in the conversation.

her voice, when it came out, was slightly less accusatory, but no less annoyed. "it's not just about running by, alright? it's the way you look at me. like you're always waiting for something."

you paused, taking a moment to process her words. you tried to read her, but she had the same expression as before, guarded and defensive. her posture was relaxed, but her eyes were sharp.

was she really this caught up in a casual interaction with someone she thought was obsessed with her?

"i'm not 'waiting' for anything," you replied before brushing past her, putting your headphones back in, and jogging out of the courtyard towards the street.

over the next week, doona's presence became hard to ignore. she had a way of appearing at just the right moment—whether it was passing you in the hallway or casually lounging on her balcony as you stepped out for air.

her presence was like a constant shadow, always hovering just out of reach but never quite out of mind. you couldn't deny that her mysterious aura intrigued you, but you weren't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

each time you crossed paths, whether she was perched on the balcony with a cigarette or standing in the doorway as you passed by, she had that same intense, unreadable gaze. it was like she was trying to figure you out, but at the same time, she never seemed to want to make the first move.

you, however, had other things on your mind—your routine, your runs, the work that needed to get done. doona wasn't a part of that, no matter how much she seemed to want to be. you kept your head down, trying to block out the distraction that was her presence.

but one day, when you returned home after work, still dressed in dress pants and a black button-up shirt, you saw doona sitting outside.

you hesitated for a second, unsure if she'd approach or if you should just keep walking. but before you could make up your mind, she called out to you.

"hey."

you stopped, caught off guard by the lack of confrontation this time. she wasn't blocking your path or looking at you like you were some strange specimen. she was just... there. waiting.

"are you going to keep ignoring me, or do you actually want to talk?" her tone wasn't harsh this time, just curious.

for a moment, you felt a flash of irritation. who did she think she was, acting like she had the right to dictate when you should talk to her? you had enough of these mind games. you glanced over at her, seeing her kicking her feet outwards like a child.

she wasn't smoking this time, and she wasn't giving you that intimidating, piercing stare either. instead, her eyes were warm, and there was a small, inviting smile on her face.

something in your stomach twisted slightly, but you managed to hold yourself together. you stepped forward, crossing your arms, but your stance was more relaxed now, less defensive than before. "what's this about, doona?"

she leaned back against the fence, leaning back on her arms and tilting her head slightly. "i don't know. maybe i was wrong about you."

"wrong about me?" you repeated, confused. "what do you mean?"

doona let out a sigh, her gaze flicking down to the ground before meeting yours again. "i misjudged you. thought you were... obsessed or something."

a soft chuckle escaped you, and you raised an eyebrow, still unsure if you were understanding correctly. "and now?"

her stomach growled audibly before she could answer; doona's eyes flicked down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair, clearly embarrassed.

you couldn't help but chuckle at her. "lucky for you, i've got leftovers from work," you said, tapping the backpack you had slung over your shoulder, which contained a portion of the evening's meals from your restaurant job.

"leftovers?" doona raised an eyebrow. "what, you think i look like i'm starving?"

"maybe not starving," you said, "but it's not like you're going to turn down free food." you held out the bag, shaking it slightly, almost teasing her.

she eyed it for a moment, then pushed herself off the fence, moving toward you with a slow, deliberate step. "you're lucky you're offering," she muttered, taking the bag from you with a slight smirk. "i wasn't going to beg for your charity."

"right," you said, shaking your head. "just take it, doona."

for a second, she seemed to hesitate, as if weighing whether to offer a witty remark, but instead she just muttered a quick thanks, her fingers brushing yours as she took the bag.

the next evening, when you returned from work again, there she was, sitting by the same spot, her eyes trained on her feet. she didn't seem to notice your approach until your foot scraped against the concrete.

this time, she didn't wait for you to say anything. the moment she saw you, she stood up and walked toward you, eyes gleaming.

"got any leftovers today?" she asked, cutting straight to the point.

you were taken aback for a moment. had she really come just for food? "still hungry, huh?" you asked, grinning despite yourself.

"very," she replied, with that same smirk you were starting to recognize all too well.

you shrugged, reaching for your backpack and pulling out another container. "here, take it."

days passed, and each night when you came home, doona was there, waiting for more of your leftovers. her presence had become a routine, like a weird, unspoken agreement between the two of you. you'd offer the food, she'd take it with little fanfare, and sometimes, if you were lucky, she'd stay for a little conversation.

one evening, your manager practically forced you to stay late, almost two hours after your shift had ended. when you finally arrived home, exhausted and hungry, doona wasn't waiting for you. it was late, so you don't know why you would expect her to be there.

but as you made your way up the stairs and towards your apartment, you noticed something odd. a faint sound—footsteps. someone moving quickly, almost purposefully. you paused, glancing around.

there she was.

doona stood at the foot of your building, her eyes scanning the space like she was looking for something—or someone. her gaze locked onto you the moment you stepped into view, and for the briefest of moments, there was something almost sheepish in her expression.

you stopped in your tracks, the exhaustion from your late shift quickly replaced by a flicker of amusement. "i didn't think you'd be waiting tonight," you said, adjusting the strap of your backpack, almost expecting her to snap back with some witty retort.

she didn't. instead, she bit her lip, her eyes darting around as if unsure of herself. "i thought you might have forgotten," she said with a small shrug.

you blinked, the words catching you off guard. "forgot?"

"yeah." she looked down at her feet for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "the food. i've... been getting used to it."

a weird, inexplicable tug in your chest made you pause.

"i haven't forgotten," you replied, your tone a little lighter. "i just got stuck at work longer than usual. but i brought something for you."

you opened your bag; instead, it wasn't the usual takeout you usually brought her. instead, you pulled out a small cake—chocolate with rich frosting and a simple "happy birthday" written on top in delicate icing.

doona blinked in surprise, her eyes widening a little. "what... is this?"

"it's your birthday, isn't it?" you asked with a small, teasing smile. "i figured you'd appreciate something sweet, instead of leftovers for once."

she stared at the cake for a long moment, not even noticing you turning away and walking upstairs toward your bedroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

doona lingered by the doorway, still staring at the cake. something about the gesture touched her, and her mind raced with questions, but none of them would formulate into coherent words.

after a long, thoughtful pause, she made her way up the stairs with the cake in her hand. when she knocked on your door, you opened it, already anticipating her arrival. you weren't surprised to see her standing there, her expression unreadable as she walked past you, heading straight for your bed and setting the cake down on your desk.

you raised an eyebrow as she made herself at home, flopping down on your bed without a care in the world. it was a little jarring, considering how much she had thrown off the idea of getting close to you just a few weeks ago. but there she was, casually reclining on your bed, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you stood by the door, not quite sure what to say. "you just walked in without even asking?"

she shrugged, her eyes not leaving yours. "it's not like you're going to stop me."

"what makes you so sure?"

"you wouldn't have let me in otherwise."

that was a fair point. you sighed, moving to unbutton your work shirt, but instead of heading to your closet, you stayed near the door, keeping a safe distance from her. "what do you want?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"i just wanted to see if you missed me," she answered, her voice unexpectedly soft, though laced with that playful challenge. her gaze held yours, and for a second, you could have sworn there was a hint of affection in her expression.

you swallowed, breaking the gaze and looking away. you didn't want her to catch the flush creeping across your cheeks.

doona smirked, watching the way your fingers fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, the way you tried so hard not to show any sign of vulnerability. you chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in your laugh.

"miss you?" you took a few steps further into the room but kept your distance, not wanting to make the moment feel too awkward. "you've been showing up for leftovers, and now you're asking if i miss you?"

doona raised an eyebrow, which dropped when she let out a sigh, glancing around your room. it was her first time ever being up here. "you looked for me tonight," she muttered. "i didn't think you cared if i was around or not."

you paused, the weight of her words hanging in the air. for a moment, you felt exposed, like she had somehow cracked through the barriers you'd carefully put up around your thoughts and emotions. you'd been so intent on brushing her off, pretending that her presence didn't matter, that you hadn't realized how much she'd started to occupy your mind.

"i didn't look for you," you said quickly, though you weren't entirely sure if you believed it yourself. "i just—" you rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes, not wanting to meet hers. you took a deep breath, forgetting about taking off your work clothes and instead focused on trying to maintain your composure.

doona's gaze softened slightly as she watched your struggle to keep your cool. she could tell you were trying to downplay the shift in your emotions, but it wasn't working. there was a crack in your facade, and she was starting to notice it.

"right," she said, her voice dropping into something softer, more teasing than before.

you shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of your neck again as your eyes flicked to the cake you had given her earlier. for some reason, the sweetness of the gesture now felt like it was hanging over both of you, making everything feel more real, more vulnerable. you had never meant for this to become more than just a simple exchange. leftovers. a casual moment. yet here she was, in your room, in your personal space, making things feel... complicated.

"i didn't expect you to be here," you muttered, trying to sound indifferent but failing. "i didn't think you'd care if i gave you a cake or not."

doona let out a soft, almost wistful laugh. "you really are bad at this, aren't you?"

the way she said it caught you off guard. there was something affectionate in her tone, something beyond just teasing. you had never thought she would soften up like this, not after all the weird tension that had built up between you two. but there it was.

you swallowed, still not quite sure how to handle the shift in the air. it was no longer about leftovers, no longer about the small interactions. she was making you confront something you hadn't expected to feel—maybe even something you hadn't wanted to feel.

"doona..." you started, but she cut you off before you could finish.

"stop overthinking it," she said with a small, half-smile. "i'm not here to make you uncomfortable. not really. i just... want to see how far you'll go."

"go where?" you asked, still confused but unable to stop the questions from rising in your chest. "what do you want from me?"

she sat up from your bed, the air between you two thickening with every word. "i just want to know if you're more than the girl who gives me leftovers. are you?"

her gaze was intense now, and her words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. you didn't have an answer, and you didn't know what she was hoping for. you just knew that whatever this was—whatever you two were turning into—it was no longer as simple as it had been when she first asked for leftovers.

she stood up from your bed, her hands falling to the buttons of your shirt, her eyes never leaving yours. you felt the soft cotton of your shirt, now being unbuttoned by her, slipping off your shoulders as she leaned in closer.

her fingers traced along the lines of your collarbones, slowly, gently, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. it was such a gentle touch, such a light caress, yet you couldn't help the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your heart skipped a beat.

she tilted her head slightly, her smile growing as she watched you, the intensity of her gaze making it clear that she was enjoying this. enjoying seeing you get flustered, enjoying seeing you react to her touch.

and then, her hand moved to your hip, and she pulled you closer, pressing her lips against yours.

you could feel your pulse quicken as the kiss deepened, her fingers digging into your hip, her other hand reaching up and tangling in your hair, tugging slightly. as she pulled you closer, you could feel her body pressing against yours, her breath mingling with yours, your mind going blank as her tongue swiped over your lips, tasting, teasing.

you hadn't expected this—hell, you didn't even know if you were ready for it. but doona wasn't giving you a chance to overthink. she was just there, and all you could do was follow her lead.

when the kiss broke, you found yourself looking into her eyes. they were dark and full of want and something else, too. you swallowed, feeling your stomach twist with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

doona leaned in again; this time you didn't hesitate, kissing back with the same intensity and hunger she was pouring into you, her lips soft and insistent against yours, while her arms dangled around your neck.

the kiss deepened again, your hands fell to her waist, and doona began walking backwards; you followed her like a puppy on a leash, falling on top of her as her back hit your bed. her eyes were half-closed, but they were still looking at you. she ran her hands up and down your sides, caressing you. her touch was light, but you felt it go right through you. doona smiled up at you, her hands going to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up, her fingers grazing your skin as she pulled the material up over your head.

her hands fell to your core, fingers trailing against your stomach. her touch was making you shiver, sending waves of pleasure through you.

you bit your lip and closed your eyes, focusing on her touch, looking down to see a singular finger moving along the top of your pants, tracing the outline of your belt, teasing. she was taking her time, exploring your body, watching and listening to your reactions. it was making you painfully hard, and you wanted nothing more than to have her fingers wrap around you.

finally, doona moved her hands back up and unbuckled your belt, sliding it out of the loops and tossing it aside. then, she popped the button on your pants and lowered the zipper, sliding your jeans down, exposing your black boxers.

she was gazing at you, her pupils blown wide with lust. doona licked her lips. she was waiting for you to say something. but all you could do was nod and kiss her.

her tongue slipped into your mouth, and you moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by her lips. doona's hand was in the front of your boxers, rubbing your cock through the material, feeling how hard you were. your hands gripped the sheet beneath you, and you took in a sharp breath.

you let out a grunt as her hand moved under the waistband of your boxers, wrapping around your shaft, squeezing and stroking. "wait," you said, breaking the kiss. you pulled back a little and looked at her. "let me help you."

she bit her lip, nodding, letting go of your cock. you sat down on the bed, kicking your pants away, and watched as she slid off her own pants, her hips raising from the bed before lowering again.

doona had you in a spell, your eyes glued to her every movement; you wondered if she was aware of the effect she had on you. she was wearing a pair of black lace panties, which contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin. your gaze lingered on her breasts, which were covered by a coordinating bra.

she lay back down, her hair fanning out on the pillow. you couldn't stop staring.

"see something you like?" she teased.

you nodded, crawling back on top of her, afraid that any words that left your mouth would make her change her mind.

instead, you kissed her again, one hand cupping her cheek, the other sliding behind her back, deftly unclasping her bra. you felt her body shiver as you slid the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell away, exposing her breasts.

"you're so beautiful," you murmured. she smiled, pulling you closer.

you lowered your head and began kissing her neck, working your way down to her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, making them harden under your touch. the soft sounds of her moans only encouraged you further, along with the grip she had on your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.

her hands tangled in your hair as she whispered, "don't stop."

you moved lower, kissing her stomach and then her thighs. anywhere your lips touched, she shivered with pleasure.

your fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her legs. you were staring at her now, more than ever, taking in her naked form, her body flushed and warm, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily, her eyes locked onto yours.

you moved forward, settling between her legs, spreading them open, your hands gripping her hips. "please," she whimpered. "i need you."

you pressed your face against her thigh, kissing it softly, your hands gripping her thighs firmly as you trailed kisses up towards her core. she arched her back, silently begging for more, her fingers tangling in your hair as she guided you closer to where she needed you most.

"stop being an ass," she whispered in frustration in her voice. "just give me what i want." you chuckled softly, then moved higher, your tongue finding her wet folds. her breath hitched, and her hand tightened in your hair, a low moan escaping her lips as you gave her exactly what she desired.

you lapped at her cunt, your tongue moving up and down her slit, tasting her. she was writhing beneath you, her back arching off the bed, her pulling at your hair so much it was starting to hurt. her moans grew louder, more desperate, "oh, god..." she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "that feels so good."

you continued to lick her, your tongue sliding up and down her slit, teasing her, before you focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. she was panting now, her legs trying their hardest to trap your head between them as she bucked against your mouth.

"fuck... oh, fuck..." she was breathing hard, her moans increasing, her thighs squeezing tighter around your head. you knew she was about to cum, and you didn't want to disappoint her, so you quickened your pace, swirling your tongue around her clit before sucking on it gently. she let out a loud gasp, her legs tightening around your head, her back arching as she came hard.

her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she rode out her pleasure. after a moment, her grip on you loosened, and she let out a long, content sigh.

you looked up at her, a smile on your lips, and she grinned back at you. "see," she said breathlessly. "i knew you could be a good girl." you wanted to roll your eyes and disregard the pet name, but your body's response was instantaneous, and you felt yourself grow twitch as the words escaped her lips.

you climbed up her body and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on your lips. "do you want more?" you whispered against her lips, and she nodded. "i want you inside me."

you moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down as you pulled off your boxers, revealing your cock, fully erect, glistening with precum. the dark-haired girl smiled seductively as she crawled towards you, straddling your lap and guiding you inside her with a moan of pleasure.

the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth was overwhelming, and you both moaned in unison when doona's hip began moving achingly slow. she was trying to get a reaction out of you, and you were so lost in the moment that you could barely form a coherent thought.

your eyes left the sight of your member buried deep inside her to meet her intense gaze, your mouth agape and your hands gripping her hips tightly. "pretty," she muttered, her voice husky, kissing the outline of your jaw before trailing down your neck.

your mouth took in her breast, savoring the taste of her skin as she arched into your touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. she started riding you faster, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was better than any song she had ever sung.

"doona," you managed to gasp out, your hands gripped her waist tightly, your mouth falling against her shoulder, trying to contain yourself.

you didn't know what the two of you were going to be after this, if she would continue playing that stupid game she loved so much, if you could just stay as friends, or if you could somehow get closer, but for now, none of that mattered. all that mattered was her and her soft body.

her hands dug into your hair, and you buried your face in her neck, breathing in her scent. her pussy felt so tight and wet, and you groaned against her neck, your teeth biting at her skin. she started moving faster, and you knew she was close. a loud whine left her throat, and her fingers tightened in your hair, yanking you back to look at her.

"y/n," she whined. "fuck, please. are you close?"

you nodded.

"fuck, baby. you feel so good. come with me, y/n. please." you reached down and circled her clit with your thumb, and her mouth dropped open, her head thrown back as her entire body tensed, her pussy tightening around your dick, pulling you over the edge with her. you groaned, pressing your face into her neck as your cum filled her.

she collapsed on top of you, and the two of you caught your breath.

[girlsdit]

lee doona smoking

[zhanglinghez]

Bae Suzy as Koo Jeong In & Park Bogum as Park Tae Ju

Wonderland (2024)

[ningmotel]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 ๋࣭♡?

[kwilquib]

Unscripted Desire

Part 2

<---- Part 1

Bae Suzy X Reader

Switching POV

Word Count: 7k+

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the warmth pressed against your side. Soft, delicate, her breath tickling your chest with every slow exhale. Suzy.

Your arm is draped over her bare back, her cheek nestled into the curve of your shoulder, her fingers loosely curled against your ribs. The nation’s first love, tangled up in your sheets, clinging to you like she belongs there.

You exhale, rubbing a hand over your face, still half-dazed from sleep. The room is dim, bathed in the quiet glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains. It should feel peaceful. Instead, it’s… irritating. Not as much as before, but still enough to bother you.

You weren’t supposed to wake up like this—with her.

Not because you regret it. No, that would be too easy. But because she’s always been a thorn in your side, a constant source of disruption in your otherwise structured life. And now, seeing her curled against you, her body so naturally fitted to yours, that disruption is worse.

The worst part? You don’t want her gone anymore.

That realization settles uncomfortably in your chest. You should move. Get up. Create distance. But before you do, she stirs.

Her body shifts, pressing even closer, her thigh brushing dangerously against yours. Then she makes that sound—a soft, barely audible whimper—shifting her hips just slightly, enough that you feel the warmth of her bare skin dragging against you.

Your body reacts before your mind can intervene. Heat coils in your gut, tension pulling tight in your abdomen. You grit your teeth. Not now. Not like this. You won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much she affects you.

Carefully, you pull away, inch by inch, shifting to put space between you. It’s agonizing, her warmth leaving your skin like an unbearable tease, but you refuse to let yourself indulge. Not this morning. Not when she’s asleep and unaware of the chaos she’s causing inside you.

You sit up, running a hand through your hair, willing the sensation away. A few deep breaths. Control.

Behind you, she stirs again, this time with a sleepy sigh.

“Mmm… you’re awake?” Her voice is thick with sleep, soft and expectant.

You glance over your shoulder. She’s stretching, eyes still half-lidded, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. She looks… satisfied. Smug, even. As if she’s expecting you to be captivated, to hover over her, to worship her after last night.

You don’t give her the reaction she wants.

Instead, you stand, reaching for your discarded shirt. “You should go back to sleep,” you say flatly.

That throws her off. Her brows furrow, lips parting slightly as she props herself on her elbows, the sheets slipping down just enough to tease.

“You’re not even going to say anything?” she asks, voice tinged with disbelief. “After last night?”

You button your shirt, not sparing her a glance. “What do you want me to say?”

Suzy scoffs, clearly unimpressed with your lack of enthusiasm. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe something about how amazing it was? How you couldn’t get enough of me? How waking up next to me makes your entire morning?”

You roll your sleeves up, unbothered. “That’s what you expected?”

She pouts, but there’s a flicker of something sharper in her gaze. “That’s what most men would do.”

You finally meet her eyes, your expression unreadable. “I’m not most men.”

That earns you a glare, but before she can bite back, you check your watch. Time to leave. You’re already running behind schedule.

You grab your jacket, ignoring the way her gaze follows your every movement, clearly dissatisfied with how this morning is playing out.

“Where are you going?” she finally asks, her voice shifting slightly—less playful, more uncertain.

“Work,” you answer simply.

She blinks, as if the concept of you moving on so easily is unfathomable. “You’re seriously just… leaving?”

You pause at the door, glancing at her over your shoulder. Her hair is tousled, her skin flushed, her lips still slightly swollen from last night. She’s undeniably beautiful. And yet, you refuse to let her think she has you wrapped around her finger.

“There's still leftovers from last night, don't bother going to my work again” you say before stepping out, leaving her in your bed, dissatisfied and confused.

The last thing you hear before the door closes is her frustrated sigh.

Good. Let her stew.

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Suzy sat in his bed, the sheets tangled around her, staring at the spot he had just vacated.

He left. Just like that.

She scoffed, throwing herself back against the pillows, her arms crossing tightly.

"There's still leftovers from last night. Don’t bother going to my work again."

His voice echoed in her mind, dripping with indifference, dismissing her like she was some clingy inconvenience. And yet, the warmth on the other side of the bed, the faint scent of him lingering in the fabric, all of it told a different story.

A very different story.

Suzy rolled onto her side, pulling the pillow closer, nuzzling into it—before abruptly realizing what she was doing. She shoved it away and sat up, raking her fingers through her messy hair.

"Good. Let her stew."

That was probably what he was thinking when he walked out.

“Ugh, you arrogant—” She grabbed the nearest thing—his pillow—and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a pathetic thud.

And now, she was left alone in his apartment.

She sighed, rubbing her face, before finally forcing herself out of bed. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her shiver as she reached for her clothes.

Something about the act of getting dressed here felt… too familiar.

Her fingers brushed against the closet door, hesitating before she pulled it open. Inside, amongst his dark jackets and button-ups, was her hoodie. A pair of her slippers tucked neatly in the corner. A small hairbrush on his dresser, a bottle of her favorite lotion beside it.

Since when did I start leaving things here?

She walked toward the kitchen, her movements muscle memory at this point. The fridge hummed softly when she opened it. Just like he said, last night’s leftovers were still there—neatly packed away.

Suzy closed the fridge without taking anything.

Eating alone? Absolutely not.

She had never eaten alone before. Not once.

She either ate on set, with staff, with other celebrities, or with people who catered to her schedule. Even if she wanted to eat privately, there was always a manager, an assistant, a stylist hovering nearby. The very thought of sitting down to a silent meal, alone in his apartment, made her stomach twist.

She could try, but she knew what would happen.

It had happened before. The one time she thought she could handle it, the loneliness had settled in so thickly that she felt suffocated. Halfway through her meal, she had rushed to the bathroom and thrown up everything she had eaten.

Pathetic.

Her grip tightened on the fridge handle before she let it go.

Forget it. She’d rather starve.

Just as she turned away, her phone buzzed.

A familiar name flashed on the screen—her manager.

She let it ring once. Twice. Then—

With a sigh, she answered.

“Finally! Suzy, where the hell have you been?” Her manager’s voice came through, exasperated.

Suzy smirked, leaning against the counter. “Nice to hear from you, too.”

“This isn’t funny. The director called me—again. He’s been waiting for you to get back to reality, and I don’t have an excuse for you anymore. You need to stop playing around.”

Her smirk faltered.

There it was.

The other side of this.

The part of her life she had been ignoring—the part she was losing by staying here.

Suzy closed her eyes for a brief second before responding, her voice light and careless, even as something heavy settled in her chest.

“Playing around, huh?” She exhaled. “Yeah. Maybe I have been.”

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The end of your shift came faster than expected.

Normally, you’d be relieved. Work was exhausting, but it was a predictable kind of exhaustion—one that you could drown out with a drink, a shower, and a few hours of sleep.

But today… your mind wasn’t as clear.

It started as you packed up your things, a simple thought slipping in.

Home.

Then, right after—

Suzy.

Your grip tightened around your coat.

It was frustrating. Earlier, you had left her in bed, tossing her nothing but cold words. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do—to keep the upper hand, to remind her that you wouldn’t dance in the palm of her hand like everyone else.

But now, you weren’t so sure.

Maybe you had been too harsh.

Your mind replayed the mornings you had spent with her—not just the bickering or the annoyance, but the small moments in between. The way she always complained about waking up early, only to end up stealing sips of your coffee. The way she would demand you eat with her, acting dramatic about dining alone. The way she somehow turned your dull apartment into something lived in, something warmer.

She was an inconvenience, sure.

But she had also become… something more.

Someone who made your mornings less quiet. Your nights are less empty.

And you? You had taken that for granted.

Your feet moved on their own, leading you away from work and toward a small, secluded café. Her favorite.

The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped inside. The owner recognized you immediately and, without a word, started preparing the dish you had ordered for Suzy before.

A small, satisfied feeling settled in your chest.

She would like this.

She would probably smirk and say, “Oh? So you do care about me, after all.”

You could already hear her teasing voice.

The thought was annoyingly pleasant.

You adjusted your sleeves, waiting at the counter—until something inside the store caught your eye.

Or rather, someone.

Suzy.

Dressed up.

Not in your oversized hoodie, not in the comfortable clothes she wore around your place, but in something sleek and polished—something meant to be seen.

She looked stunning. And she wasn’t alone.

Across from her sat a man, equally refined, equally stunning. His suit was different from yours—not the tired, practical kind you wore, but something sharp, effortless, expensive.

And she was smiling.

Laughing.

The sight hit you harder than it should have.

For the first time in a while, you remembered—who she was. Who you were.

Suzy wasn’t some ordinary woman who just happened to stumble into your life. She was a star, the nation’s first love, someone meant for cameras and flashing lights.

And you?

You were just a man coming off a long shift, in a suit that felt dull in comparison, holding a takeout bag like an idiot.

You clenched your jaw, exhaling sharply.

What were you even thinking?

Without another glance, you turned on your heel and walked out.

But before you could get far—

“Hey.”

Your steps halted.

Her voice cut through the air, sharp and unmistakable.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

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Suzy rested her chin on her palm, barely listening as the CEO droned on.

“—so you don’t need to worry. The scandal has been completely taken care of. You can return without any issues.”

She smiled, just enough to appear interested. “That’s good to hear.”

But in truth, she didn’t care.

Normally, this kind of news would’ve been a relief. The industry had nearly eaten her alive before, twisting the smallest rumors into career-ending disasters. But now?

Now, it felt distant. Like something that belonged to another life.

The CEO kept talking—schedules, brand deals, comeback strategies—but her mind had already drifted.

She glanced out the café window absently.

And then she saw him.

The moment she recognized his figure, her posture straightened.

There he was, walking away. Why?

Her eyes darted down, and that’s when she noticed it—the takeout bag in his hand.

From this café.

Her breath caught.

Without hesitation, she stood up. “Excuse me.”

The CEO raised an eyebrow. “Suzy?”

“Something came up.” She didn’t wait for his response before slipping away, moving quickly out the door.

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she caught up to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He didn’t stop.

She huffed, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “What’s with that attitude? Didn’t I tell you before? If you see me, you should at least say hi.”

Still, he didn’t meet her eyes.

Suzy’s lips curled into a smirk, masking the unease bubbling inside her. “What, are you mad about something?” She tilted her head, voice laced with teasing. “Did you miss me?”

That did it.

He stopped, finally looking at her—but there was no usual irritation, no amusement hidden beneath his glare.

Only coldness.

“I don’t have time for this, Suzy.” His voice was firm. Detached.

The smirk on her lips faltered.

That was new.

He had always been exasperated with her, annoyed even. But never like this. Never this distant.

Her fingers curled slightly, nails pressing into her palm. “What’s wrong with you?”

He exhaled sharply, gripping the takeout bag tighter. “Nothing. I just realized something today.”

She crossed her arms, trying to keep her tone light. “And what’s that?”

His gaze flickered past her, as if looking at her was a waste of time.

“That I don’t belong in your world.”

Her heart skipped. “What?”

His next words were quieter. Resigned.

“You’re right. You’re Bae Suzy. Admired by everybody.”

She scoffed, but it came out weaker than she intended. “You—you only realize that now?” She tried to sound confident, but her voice wavered.

His jaw clenched, and for a second, something flickered in his expression—something unreadable. Then, it was gone.

“So whatever game you’re playing, you can stop now.” His grip tightened around the bag. “I admit it. So please… leave now. Let me go back to my life, where Bae Suzy isn’t in it.”

He exhaled, as if releasing something heavy.

“It’s time to end this.” A pause. “I mean it this time.”

The words weren’t loud.

But they hit like a wrecking ball.

Suzy’s breath caught.

She had seen him frustrated before, annoyed, even furious. But never like this. Never this certain.

Her fingers curled slightly, nails pressing into her palm. “Don’t be stupid.” Her voice came out softer than she wanted. “You don’t mean that.”

His jaw tensed.

He didn’t answer.

He just stepped past her.

Instinctively, she reached out, fingers grazing his sleeve. “Wait—”

He flinched.

Not dramatically. Not cruelly. Just enough to make it clear.

There was no room for negotiation.

Her hand dropped back to her side, feeling suddenly foreign.

This wasn’t a game.

He wasn’t just pulling away. He wasn’t waiting for her to chase him.

He was leaving.

For real.

The sound of the busy street faded into the background as she stood there, frozen.

For the first time in a long time, she didn’t know what to do.

His tone reminds her of how they started distant, cold if not more

His tone reminded her of how they started—distant, cold. If not more.

They had come so far—hadn’t they?

They went from strangers, both an annoyance to the other.

To—

The way he looked at her last night, the way she had started feeling at home in his space, the way his presence had become something she looked forward to—

And now, it was slowly reverting back to the beginning.

Had all of that meant nothing?

She forced herself to breathe, scrambling for answers. Was it last night?

The thought made her stomach twist.

Had it been a mistake? Had she miscalculated, played too recklessly?

Her fingers twitched, aching to grab onto something, to stop everything from slipping away.

And yet, no matter how much she replayed their conversation, she couldn’t find an opening.

Because this time, he wasn’t just angry.

He was done.

…

She didn’t know how long she stood there.

By the time she forced herself to move, she didn’t even remember where she had been going.

Her feet carried her aimlessly, her mind replaying the argument in an endless loop.

Then—the bag.

The takeout bag he had been holding.

Her breath caught in her throat.

From this café.

Her heart thumped.

He had bought food. For her.

Even after this morning. Even after pushing her away.

That meant something. It had to.

The realization burned away some of the panic creeping up her spine.

There was still a chance.

She just had to stop playing games.

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You arrived at your apartment, your footsteps heavy, your thoughts heavier.

The door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world. But the moment you stepped inside, you realized it hadn’t locked out everything.

Traces of her were everywhere.

Her clothes, once carelessly scattered across the floor, had been gathered into a small pile in the corner. It was barely an effort, but it was an effort nonetheless.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair.

She had actually tried.

The air still carried the faintest hint of her perfume, something light, something warm. A used coffee mug sat on the counter, untouched since morning. The blanket she had stolen from your bed was folded—messily, but folded—on the couch.

Everywhere you looked, she was there.

Even when she wasn’t.

You slumped onto the couch, the weight of everything crashing down on you all at once.

It had to end.

It was always going to end.

You and Suzy were from different worlds—worlds that were never meant to cross. You had made that clear tonight. There was no reason to dwell on it.

But still…

Your eyes drifted toward the pile of clothes. The blanket. The mug.

She had made this place her own.

And now, it was emptier than ever.

You sighed, sinking further into the cushions, closing your eyes. The exhaustion from work, from her, from everything, threatened to pull you under.

Then—

The doorbell?

Your eyes snapped open.

It rang?

You sat up, mind scrambling for possibilities. It was late. No one ever came here.

Another chime.

Then, before you could even move—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Not gentle. Not patient.

Desperate.

You exhaled sharply, standing up.

And just as you reached for the handle—

The door burst open.

And there she was.

Suzy.

Still dressed in that sleek outfit, still looking every bit like the star she was. But there was something different now—her chest rising and falling like she had run here, her lips slightly parted, her eyes burning with something raw, something desperate.

She stepped inside without hesitation, shutting the door behind her.

“Suzy—”

“Don’t.” Her voice wavered, but only slightly. She exhaled, steadying herself. “Just listen.”

You clenched your jaw but said nothing.

She took another step forward.

“You want to know why I kept coming back?” Her lips pressed together, almost like she was searching for the right words. “At first… it was because you didn’t recognize me.”

Your brows furrowed.

She let out a breathy, almost bitter chuckle. “Do you know how rare that is? To walk into a place and have someone not immediately know who I am?” Her gaze met yours, something distant flashing through them. “You weren’t interested. You didn’t care. That annoyed me. It intrigued me.”

Your chest tightened, but you stayed silent.

“And yeah, maybe at first, it was a game,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “A challenge.” She looked down, almost like she was ashamed. “But at some point, it stopped being that.”

The air between you shifted.

She swallowed hard before meeting your gaze again.

“I liked being here,” she murmured. “I liked waking up in this apartment, stealing your coffee, arguing about stupid things. I liked being around you. I liked…” Her breath hitched. “I liked you.”

Your fingers curled into fists.

She took another step, closing the distance. Her eyes flickered with something raw, something aching. “You think I don’t know what this is? What we are?” Her voice trembled, but it was steady. Determined. “I know what I feel. And I know you feel it too.”

Your throat tightened. You wanted to deny it, to push her away. But you couldn’t. Not when she was standing this close, not when every word she spoke chipped away at the walls you had built.

She searched your face, her brows knitting together. “I don’t want to play anymore,” she whispered. “I’m done with the games.”

A pause.

Then, softer—

“I want something real.”

Your throat felt dry.

You wanted to believe her.

But reality loomed over you like a shadow.

You shook your head. “Suzy…”

Her eyes caught the hesitation in your voice.

The part of you that wanted to reach out, to pull her in, to admit everything.

You almost did.

Almost.

But you stopped yourself.

Because if you said it out loud, there would be no going back.

And you weren’t sure if you could survive that.

Suzy saw it.

She saw the reluctance, the fear, the way you wanted to hold on but were too scared to.

Her jaw clenched.

Then—

She grabbed you by the collar.

Before you could react, her lips crashed onto yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate.

Like she was trying to force the truth out of you, trying to shatter whatever wall you had built between you.

But even as your lips connected—

You didn’t.

She felt it.

The way you stiffened, the way you refused to pull her closer, the way you were still holding back.

She pulled away just slightly, breathless, forehead almost resting against yours.

Her fingers curled against your shirt.

“You feel it too,” she whispered. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact.

Your eyes shut.

Because you did.

And that was the problem.

“Suzy—” you started, a weak attempt at denial.

“No.” Her voice was firm, unwavering. She refused to let you finish.

Then, before you could push her away, she pulled you in—her lips crashing onto yours, desperate, insistent. There was no hesitation, no room for resistance. Her tongue slipped past your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs, forcing you to meet her halfway.

You should have stopped her.

But you didn’t.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, your body caught between fight and surrender. She was relentless, pressing closer, molding against you like she belonged there. And maybe, for a fleeting second, you let yourself believe it.

The taste of her, the warmth, the way she moved—it was intoxicating. And as much as you wanted to pull away, to regain control, you found yourself drowning instead.

She pulled away just enough to breathe, but she stayed close—so close her forehead nearly rested against yours. 

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, almost teary. 

The raw emotion in her eyes should’ve been enough to make you push her away. Instead, it rooted you in place.  

Then—she moved.  

Before you could react, before you could say something, she pressed against you, forcing you back until you hit the couch. A sharp exhale left your lips as you sank into the cushions, your body tense, your mind screaming at you to stop this before it went too far.  

But Suzy wasn’t waiting.  

She tossed her purse to the ground in one swift motion, not caring as its contents spilled across the carpet.

Then, with practiced ease, she reached for the zipper of her dress.  

Your breath hitched.  

The fabric slid from her shoulders, inch by inch, baring more of the smooth, unmarked skin beneath. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t playing games. There was no hesitation in the way she stripped herself bare, her dress pooling at her feet before she stepped forward—completely, utterly exposed.  

Your hands curled into fists at your sides.  

This was dangerous.  

And yet, when she climbed onto the couch, settling onto your lap, pressing against you—warm, soft, relentless—you didn’t push her away.  

You should have.

But instead, you just sat there, trapped between the weight of her body and the weight of your own unraveling resolve.

She kissed you again—deep, desperate—before slowly trailing down your body.

Her fingers worked with impatient precision, loosening your belt, unzipping your pants. The fabric slid down, pooling at your ankles, and your breath hitched as you felt the cool air against your exposed tip.

Then, she touched you.

Her hand wrapped around you, firm yet deliberate, stroking with slow, measured movements. Her other hand worked at the buttons of your shirt, hurried and eager, as if she couldn't stand any barriers between you.

Once the last button was undone, she positioned herself between your legs. She leaned in, her breath warm against your cock—teasing, lingering.

Then, she looked up.

Her gaze locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if she were searching for something—waiting.

And then, finally, she took you in.

A sharp exhale left your lips as heat enveloped you, her tongue teasing, exploring. Her hands gripped your thighs, steadying herself as she moved, slow at first, then deeper, her rhythm unrelenting.

She never looked away.

Her eyes held yours, intense, unwavering, reading every flicker of restraint, every inch of surrender.

Your fingers wove into her hair, not guiding, just following—helpless against the way she pulled you under.

A groan escaped your throat.

“Fuck…”

As if it wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for, she paused, bracing herself. Then, with quiet determination, she took you in fully—almost choking, her cheeks hollowing as air desperately escaped her throat.

“Suzy…”

You knew she couldn't hold it for long. This wasn’t just desire—it was a plea. A desperate attempt, a refusal to back down, to be denied.

Before she could hurt herself, you gently pulled her away.

Her eyes flickered with confusion, with worry. Searching yours, as if trying to understand.

“Wh–why–” Her voice wavered. “Did you not like it?”

“You didn’t have to,” you said softly, trying to assure her.

“I have to!” she argued, her voice tight with something raw—something desperate.

She leaned on top of you, her hands gripping your shirt like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go. Her chest rose and fell against yours, her breath warm, uneven.

The words sat heavy between you.

Then—

Her phone rang again.

The sound cut through the charged air, shrill and demanding, but Suzy didn’t move. She stayed there, staring at you, as if waiting for you to challenge her, to push her away again.

You didn’t.

But you didn’t pull her closer, either.

“You should answer that,” you said quietly.

“No.” She shook her head, her grip on you tightening. “This is more important.”

Still straddling you, she reached down, fingers fumbling against the carpet until she found her phone. Without even glancing at the screen, she powered it off and tossed it aside. The dull thud echoed in the silence.

Then, she turned back to you.

Her eyes—wide, searching—held yours.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I need you to want me too.”

Your hands rested on her hips, trembling. She felt it—the war inside you, the way your body betrayed you even as you fought to keep yourself guarded.

“Suzy…”

“Don’t think,” she pleaded, leaning in, her lips hovering just above yours. “Just feel.”

Her hand disappeared beneath, reappearing as a sensation—a slow, deliberate touch, stroking your dick.

She straightened her back, lifting her hips as she positioned herself above you. A quiet breath escaped her lips as she guided you to her entrance, her warmth pressing against your tip, her juices flowing from her to yours. Slowly, she sank down, inch by inch.

She jolted, hesitating for a brief moment. Her eyes met yours, searching. Then, with a sharp breath, she dropped fully onto you, her body colliding with yours as she took you in completely. You feel her muscles contracting responding to the intrusion.

“Haaah—!”

Her hands flew to your chest, fingers curling, gripping. Her hair cascaded around her face, veiling her expression, but you could hear it—her breathing, uneven and audible, each inhale sharp, each exhale trembling.

You stayed still, waiting as she adjusted, feeling the way her body clenched around you, how every breath she took made her tremble slightly against you. 

Then, she rises.

Slowly, she straightened, arching her back, shifting her hands to brace herself against your thighs. Her head tilted back, hair flowing freely, a few stray strands catching on her parted lips.

She was breathtaking.

And then, she began to move.

She started slowly, letting you feel every inch of her warmth, her curves, the way she gripped around you. Her movements were unhurried at first, teasing, making you savor every second as she ground against you.

Gradually, she found her rhythm, growing bolder, more confident. Each motion became smoother, more fluid, her body pressing closer until her breath mingled with yours.

Before she could collapse from the strain, you reached up, cupping her chest, massaging, teasing—easing her tension as she lost herself in the moment.

As she gathered her strength, she straightened again, your hands following her movements, trailing over her skin, fingertips brushing against her sensitive peaks. You admired the way she arched into your touch, the way she responded so effortlessly to you.

“Suzy… you feel so good,” you murmured.

Her fingers tangled in her hair, twisting strands around her face as pleasure overtook her. She bit her lip, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her body trembling.

“Fuuuuck…” she cried out.

A sudden shudder coursed through her, her muscles tightening around you as she reached her peak. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her, leaving her breathless.

Slowly, she collapsed onto you, her head resting beside yours, her fingers tracing soft, absentminded patterns across your cheek. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her breath as she tried to steady herself.

She pressed a soft kiss against your jaw, her breath warm as she whispered, "You feel that? That’s real."

Her fingers trailed down your chest, lingering, teasing.

"Stop holding back… Show me you want this too."

Her words sent a sharp current through you, unraveling the restraint you'd been clinging to.

You stared down at her—chest rising and falling, lips parted, eyes dark with something you weren’t sure you could resist any longer.

Your fingers twitched at your sides.

She noticed.

A slow, knowing smile curved on her lips, daring you. She reached up, her fingertips grazing your jaw, featherlight but insistent. “You always hesitate,” she murmured, tilting her head, watching your expression shift. “Why?”

You didn't answer.

But you didn’t stop yourself this time either.

With a sharp breath, you moved—grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as you pressed her into the couch. A small gasp left her lips, her body reacting to the sudden shift.

She barely had a second to process before you claimed her mouth, hard and consuming, swallowing the teasing words before she could say them.

Her breath hitched, then melted into you, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

This was different.

No more games. No more lines blurred with uncertainty. This time, you needed her to understand.

She did.

Her body moved against yours, desperate and yielding, her hands trembling where you held them down. Her breaths turned uneven, her chest pressing against you as she arched.

She wanted more.

So you gave it to her.

You let go of her wrists, and the moment you did, her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you back into her. Her fingers scraped down your back, nails biting into your skin as if anchoring herself.

Your hands explored her body in return, tracing the curves you’d memorized yet never allowed yourself to claim like this. Every touch, every press of your fingers, left her gasping, her body shifting to meet your every movement.

You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way she trembled when you kissed down her neck, when your lips ghosted over her collarbone, when your hands traced lower, pulling her hips flush against you.

The anticipation built with every second, every lingering touch, every breathless whisper.

Then, finally, you positioned yourself against her, her warmth enveloping you inch by inch.

She tensed, breath catching, before forcing herself to relax around you, her hands gripping your shoulders, nails pressing into your skin. Her body adjusted, stretched, taking you in completely.

Her forehead fell against yours, eyes shut tight, lips parted as she took slow, measured breaths.

You waited.

And when she exhaled, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, something unspoken passed between you.

She moved first.

A slow, tentative roll of her hips, testing, feeling.

Your breath hitched.

She did it again, this time with more confidence, dragging a groan from deep in your chest.

And then, she found her rhythm.

She moved, and you let her, let her set the pace, let her lose herself in the pleasure, watching as she melted against you.

Her hands roamed, desperate and aimless, one moment clutching at your arms, the next twisting into her own hair. Her head tilted back, exposing the long curve of her neck as she gasped your name between each breath.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Gripping her hips, you took control, moving with her, deeper, harder, until neither of you could form words—only sounds, only the raw, unfiltered expression of need.

Her body trembled beneath you, her legs tightening around you as she edged closer, her walls fluttering around you.

You were close.

“Suzy…” your voice was strained, warning.

Her fingers curled against your back, dragging you impossibly closer.

“Me too…” she whispered.

The moment broke.

She clenched around you, her release hitting her first, her body shuddering as she cried out. The sensation dragged you over the edge with her, your own pleasure crashing down in waves, leaving you breathless.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

She was spent, her body completely relaxed beneath you, her chest rising and falling against yours as she caught her breath. You stayed like that, pressed against each other, feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened.

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Suzy felt warmth, the kind that settled deep in her bones. Her body molded against his, her breathing steadying as the silence stretched between them.

She had done it.

She had broken past his restraint, made him feel, made him stop holding back—if only for a moment.

A slow smile tugged at her lips.

Soft. Satisfied. Content.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t pushing her away. He wasn’t building walls between them. He was here, with her.

But then… he shifted.

It was subtle—the way his muscles tensed, how his fingers curled ever so slightly against her skin. But she felt it.

The hesitation.

The doubt creeping back in.

Her heart skipped, a sudden unease slipping into the warmth she had been basking in.

She lifted her head slightly, searching his face. His eyes were open now, staring past her, distant. The way they had been earlier. The way they used to be before everything changed.

Her stomach twisted.

No.

Not now.

Not after this.

Before she could say anything, a vibration broke the silence.

It wasn’t her phone.

It was his.

She stiffened as he reached for it, the shift in his body—away from her—far more deafening than the sound itself.

Then, she saw the name flashing on the screen.

Her manager.

The unease coiled tighter around her chest.

Something was wrong.

And this time, she couldn’t ignore it.

Suzy’s breath hitched as she read the name flashing on the screen.

Her manager.

Her stomach tightened.

She looked at him, waiting—praying—he wouldn’t answer. That he would ignore it, just like she had ignored hers. That he would choose this moment, her, just a little longer.

But then he exhaled, and the weight of it told her everything.

He swiped to accept the call.

“Hello.” His voice was calm, even.

Too even.

She felt cold.

She slowly sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, her pulse suddenly too loud in her ears.

Then she heard it. The frantic voice on the other end.

Words spilling too fast. Urgent. Panicked.

Her name. His name.

The apartment.

Photos.

Exposure.

Scandal.

She didn’t need to hear the rest.

Her throat tightened as she reached for her own phone, fumbling to turn it back on. The screen lit up in an instant—dozens of missed calls, unread messages stacking one after the other.

And then the headlines.

Her heart plummeted.

BAE SUZY SPOTTED LEAVING UNKNOWN APARTMENT

ACTRESS INVOLVED WITH MYSTERY MAN?

SCANDAL OR SECRET ROMANCE?

She felt lightheaded.

This wasn’t just some rumor. This wasn’t speculation.

They had proof.

Paparazzi shots. Her outside his building. Her coming and going. The timestamps… they had been watching her. Watching him.

She gripped the edge of the couch as reality crashed in.

She didn’t even realize she had stopped breathing.

“…Suzy.”

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice.

And that was when she saw it.

The way his face had shifted.

The way his expression had gone blank.

Carefully guarded.

Like a door had slammed shut between them.

Like the last few hours had meant nothing.

Her throat tightened.

Then—

A knock at the door.

Loud. Urgent.

She flinched.

“Suzy! Open up!”

Her manager’s voice, sharp with barely restrained panic.

She curled her fingers into the blanket.

“Suzy, we have to go. Before the press shows up.”

This was happening too fast.

She wasn’t ready.

She turned to him, searching his face, searching for anything—a sign, a flicker of something real.

Something to hold on to.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t reach for her.

She felt something inside her crack.

Slowly, mechanically, she forced herself to sit up.

Her limbs were heavy as she pulled on her clothes, every movement deliberate, slow, as if drawing it out would somehow change the inevitable.

She fastened the last button on her blouse with trembling fingers.

She could still feel his touch on her skin.

Could still taste him on her lips.

And yet, it already felt like he was gone.

Her bag lay nearby, its contents scattered from when she had tossed it aside earlier.

She crouched down, picking up her phone, her keys, her lipstick—every little piece of herself she had left behind in his space.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

“Suzy, now!”

She straightened, exhaling slowly.

Then, finally, she turned to him.

One last time.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say.

Because what was there left to say?

He had already made his choice.

She gave him a chance.

A moment to stop her.

To say her name, to ask her to stay, to fight for something.

But he didn’t.

He just sat there.

Silent.

And that silence broke her more than anything else ever could.

A soft, bitter smile flickered across her lips.

Then, with quiet finality, she turned away.

She reached for the door handle.

Paused.

Hoped.

But nothing changed.

So she pulled it open—

And stepped out of his life.

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You wake up before the alarm.

Not because you’re well-rested—far from it. You wake up because your body still expects something that isn’t there.

The quiet. That’s what hits you first.

For weeks, your mornings had been filled with sounds that weren’t yours—the rustle of blankets from the next room, the faint clatter of her rummaging through the fridge for something she never finished, the soft hum of a song playing from her phone as she brushed her hair.

Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly intrusive, she would wander into your room uninvited, crawling onto your bed, complaining about the cold or just because she wanted to bother you.

You used to sigh in annoyance, push her away, tell her to go back to her own damn bed.

Now, you wake up to silence. And you hate it.

The bathroom feels colder without the usual mess she left behind. The overstocked bottles of shampoo stare back at you, a mistake born out of habit—because she always used too much, and you got used to compensating for it.

The kitchen is worse. You open the fridge and see the takeout you bought last night, untouched. Two portions.

You pick it up, stare at it for a moment, then set it back down.

She used to steal bites from your plate, even when she had her own. Always with that smug little smirk, like she was testing how much she could get away with.

You would give anything for that annoyance now.

The walk to work is unremarkable. The world moves on, oblivious to the fact that something vital has been ripped from yours.

At lunch, your phone sits face-up on the table, her contact just a tap away. Your fingers hover, but you don’t press it. What would you even say?

By the time the afternoon rolls in, exhaustion weighs on you in a way that has nothing to do with work. You’re distracted. You catch glimpses of her everywhere—in the reflection of a passing train window, in the way someone tosses their hair, in a distant laugh that sounds too much like hers.

And then—

Your phone buzzes.

An unknown number.

You stare at the screen for a moment before answering.

"Hello?"

"Finally! Man, you do not make it easy to get a hold of you."

You recognize the voice instantly—Suzy’s manager.

Your grip tightens around the phone. "What do you want?"

"Relax, I’m not here to cause you a headache. Got enough of my own." There's a tired chuckle on the other end. "I just wanted to check—have you seen Suzy?"

Your brows furrow. "What? No."

"Talked to her? Met up with her?"

"Why would I?" You say it slower this time, unease creeping in.

There’s a pause. Then, a sigh. "So you really haven’t seen the interview yet, huh?"

Something in your stomach twists. "What interview?"

Another sigh, this one heavier. "Okay, look… just turn on the TV, alright?"

Before you can ask anything else, the line clicks dead.

You stare at your phone, a strange weight settling in your chest.

Curiosity—or maybe something closer to dread—pushes you to unlock it.

A trending video immediately catches your eye.

"Bae Suzy, Unscripted!?  –  Full Interview (Archived Livestream)"

Your breath slows.

You hesitate for only a second before tapping on it.

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The lights were blinding, the hum of production buzzing around her—stylists making last-minute adjustments, the mic being clipped to her dress, the host running through her lines with an easy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Suzy sat still, hands folded on her lap, posture perfect. Outside, she was composed. Inside, her mind was a storm.

It’s just another interview.

A familiar dance. A routine she had perfected over the years.

"Going live in ten… nine… eight…"

She tuned out the countdown, exhaling softly.

The screen flashed.

The host smiled. The music faded. And the world was watching.

"Welcome back, everyone. Today, we have the one and only Bae Suzy with us—an icon, a survivor, and, dare I say, someone who knows how to make a comeback."

Suzy returned the smile, unfazed by the underlying bite in the words.

"I try," she said smoothly.

They eased into it, the same questions she had answered a hundred times before. The trials, the triumphs. The resilience of a woman who refused to disappear. She answered each with effortless grace, her voice steady, her expressions controlled.

But every now and then, the interviewer would say something—something meant to sound supportive but laced with skepticism. And each time, her mind would twist it, redirect it, until she wasn’t thinking about the industry or the scandals.

She was thinking about him.

How he looked at her that night. How he didn’t stop her—but didn’t hold on either.

"So, Suzy, after everything, what made you come back? Was it passion? The love of the craft? Or maybe… unfinished business?"

Unfinished business.

Her grip on her lap tightened.

She thought about waking up in his apartment, wrapped in a stolen blanket that still smelled like him. She thought about the way he used to watch her when he thought she wouldn’t notice—always guarded, always holding something back.

She thought about how easy it had been to walk into his life.

And how stupid she had been to walk out.

She almost laughed.

The interview went on, the questions getting bolder. She met each one head-on, undeterred. But then—

"Speaking of unfinished business…" The interviewer leaned forward, eyes glinting. "Your most recent… situation. That’s quite the scandal, isn’t it? A secret relationship? A hidden romance? Care to clarify the truth for your fans?"

The air shifted.

An unscripted question.

The storm inside her stilled—then changed direction entirely.

Her lips parted, the words already forming. The scripted denial, the casual dismissal.

But instead—

A bitter smile curled on her lips.

"You want the truth?" she mused.

The interviewer hesitated, as if realizing too late that the game had changed.

Suzy tilted her head, gaze sharp. "The truth is, it’s exhausting."

Silence.

"Having cameras in your face the second you step outside. Having every move dissected, every breath turned into a headline." Her voice was steady, but something dangerous lurked beneath it. "But you know what’s worse? The way you all act surprised when we get tired of it."

A murmur rippled through the studio. The host shifted, suddenly less comfortable.

"You paint a picture," she continued. "You create a story. You decide what we are, who we’re with, what we feel. And then, when the truth doesn’t fit your fantasy, you get upset."

She exhaled, a humorless laugh escaping.

"And the best part? No matter what I say, you’ll twist it anyway. So why bother?"

The interviewer blinked, caught between intrigue and damage control. "Are you saying the rumors are true, then?"

Suzy smiled.

Not the polished, camera-ready kind.

Something softer. Smaller.

"You all want to know who he is." Her voice dropped just slightly, the weight of her words pressing against the silence. "You want to know if I chose him."

A heartbeat.

Her fingers curled against her lap.

"I think the real question is…" Her gaze drifted, somewhere beyond the cameras. "Why didn't he choose me?"

The air in the room froze.

The interviewer scrambled to recover, but Suzy had already leaned back, mic still on, eyes burning with something fierce, something alive.

I intruded into his life before.

Why not do it again?

If he wasn’t going to hold onto her—

Then she’d just have to make sure she never let go.

~~~

You watch the screen, heart pounding louder than it should.

Suzy sits there, poised, confident, unshaken by the interviewer’s leading words. But then the question comes—the one meant to corner her, to trap her into a scandal she can’t escape.

But she doesn’t dodge.

She doesn’t deny.

She leans in. Smiles. And then she says it.

"You all want to know who he is… if I chose him."

A slow inhale. Your fingers tighten around the phone.

"I think the real question is… why didn’t he choose me?"

The world might not understand what she meant. But you do.

Because that wasn’t a farewell.

That was a challenge.

A laugh bubbles up, breathless and disbelieving, and suddenly, you can’t sit still. Your chest feels too tight, your hands restless.

You run.

Out the door, through the streets, past people you barely register. Your heart pounds, your mind races, but there’s only one thought screaming through it all—

She’s coming back.

By the time you reach your apartment, you’re breathless, but exhilaration drowns out the exhaustion. You shove the key in, fling the door open—

Empty.

Your chest still heaves as you scan the living room. Nothing.

The excitement flickers, but you don’t stop. You check the bedroom. The bathroom. The kitchen. Each empty space chipping away at the joy, replacing it with something hollow.

She’s not here.

You stand in the middle of the apartment, heartbeat slowing, an ache settling deep in your ribs.

Maybe you misunderstood.

Maybe she wasn’t talking about you.

Maybe it’s too late.

Maybe that was the final moment, and you were too much of a coward to grasp it when it mattered.

You sink onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Then—

The door clicks open.

Your head snaps up.

And there she is.

Suzy steps inside, gaze sharp, movements purposeful. Her lips are parted, ready to argue, to fight, to demand.

She came here prepared to battle.

But she doesn’t have to.

Because the second she crosses the threshold, you’re in front of her, arms pulling her in.

She stiffens—startled—but you don’t let go.

"You can do whatever you want," you murmur into her hair, voice shaking. "Stay, intrude, turn my life upside down—I don’t care."

Her hands clutch at your shirt, but she doesn’t push you away.

"I missed you," you admit, breath hitching. "I—God, Suzy, I took you for granted, I was an idiot, I let you walk away when I should have held on."

Suzy swallows hard. You feel it against your chest.

"You regret it?" she whispers.

"Every damn second."

A shaky exhale. Then softer—"You’re nothing without me, huh?"

You let out a breathless laugh. "Not even close."

She lingers in your arms, tension melting away, her fingers curling into your shirt as if anchoring herself. And then, as if she’s just now realizing what this means—what this moment is—a small, knowing smile tugs at her lips.

"So what now?" she murmurs. "Another scandal?"

Your heart is still racing, but this time, it’s not from fear.

You smirk. "Why stop now?"

Her laughter is warm, bright, everything you didn’t know you’d been missing.

And then, just because you can, you tighten your grip, lift her off the ground for the briefest second, making her yelp in surprise before you crash onto the couch together. She’s breathless, half laughing, half complaining about how reckless you are, but she doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she cups your face, brushing her thumb over your cheek, eyes glinting with mischief. "You better be ready for what’s coming."

You grin. "I’ve never been more ready.”

~The end

A/N: this was such a pain trying to upload this T_T

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