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Finding Love Part 5: A Midnight Summer's Dream

Suzy x M!Reader

Fluff, Smut

WC: 8063 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When did I ask for a financial advisor?”

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

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

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

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

“You're not going to the lab?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suj…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here, Suj?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah, sure. I can drive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suj, just tell me what’s the ma—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you.”

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

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

“I won't leave again. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Second then?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got your order right, didn’t I?”

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

“That’s bull.”

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

“Whatev—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“₩5000.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve changed.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You expected her to change?”

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

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

“You still eat like a five-year-old.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Suzy.”

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

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

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

Goddamn it.

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

“Yeah….” A soft sigh leaves her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Boss? Did you hear me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

“Yah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suj….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop.”

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

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

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

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

You nod slowly.

“Wait for me, so I can be with you.”

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

#kpop fluff #kpopfanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #bae suzy smut #bae suzy fluff

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luna-di · 9 days

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#doodle world #quincy doodle world #tj doodle world #doodle world suzie #i can't choose which ship #because Quincy x Susie has the opportunity for cute fluff #but Quincy x TJ has the chance to be a really angsty doomed lover yaoi if Quincy is Zavier #maybe both?

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bakeryblood · 2 years

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Suzie, do you copy?

Eddie Munson x Male!Henderson!Reader

cw: Siblings are weird, coming out, dustin x suzie

“Okay man, all I’m saying is- I’ve got game!” Dustin’s contentious bragging pulled various groans and whines from his friends as they walked the halls of the High School. They had originally been looking for Eddie and Dustin’s older brother but so far without luck.

“Dustin I swear, if you go on about Suzie’s beautiful eyes—“

“Yeah or her amazing, luscious hair!”

“I’m going to throw up..” Will and Lucas chimed back and forth and Dustin simply grinned.

“Wow guys, I could cut through this jealousy with a knife.”

Suddenly, before anyone could defend themselves against the accusation of jealousy a certain long, curly haired man jumped from around the corner. Hands up beside his face as he screamed at the kids, causing them to leap and scream back for a moment before they realized it was Eddie who doubled over in laughter as their fear responses settled.

“Tell me why we were even looking for him again?” Maxine asked as Lucas looked at her, remembering she didn’t usually join them on one of their Friday hang out sessions. He was about to respond when Eddie chimed in after finishing up his laughing fit and Y/N creeped out from behind the walk Eddie had leapt out from behind with his arms crossed.

“So, little man got himself a girl?” He clasped his hand on Dustin’s shoulder in a congratulatory manner as they smiled up at him until his brother cleared their throat drawing their attention onto him.

“Does mom know?” Fuck. Of course their mom didn’t know. To anyone in their friend group who knew his mom and had spent any decent amount of time at his house could attest to the fact that letting Mrs. Henderson know of a relationship was like letting all of Hawkins know. She was the complete opposite of unsupportive.

‘Oh my goodness, call her up Dustin! I want to meet her! Should we all take a road trip? I knew that camp was a good idea!’ The mischievous smirk on his brothers face contrasted Dustin’s just that much more as both of them thought over their mothers potential reaction.

“O-Of course she does!” Damn. If his voice hadn’t cracked perhaps he would’ve sounded a little bit more convincing. Y/N crossed his arms and stared his little brother down for a minute before they rushed past the two seniors.

“L-Like I said, y’all are all just jealous of me!” He walked backwards and looked at his friends unamused faces before setting his gaze in on Eddie who was really trying very hard to keep from cracking up with laughter again. Y/N and his smoke session they’d just finished moments earlier wasn’t helping him in the slightest. It was almost painful trying to hold it in.

They all followed after Dustin as he led the way to their club room, flooding in and settling in in the chairs that scattered around the table. They hadn’t had plans for a game tonight, or even getting ready for their next campaign, none of them seemed to have anything better to do then occupy the space and talk amongst themselves. Which was exactly what they would have been doing at one of their homes anyway.

“Sick of this..” Dustin mumbled to himself, his cap shading his irritated face. He knew he was screwed now, his brother never missed an opportunity to keep their moms attention on him so that he could freely do whatever he wanted.

“Sick of what Henderson?” Eddie took up his spot at the head of the table with Dustin sitting to his side as his right hand man. Eddie was probably the least likely to actually get mad at him for teasing them and it helped him feel better about how his friends his own age treated him about his relationship.

“Sick of being the only one with a girlfriend for one…Aren’t you supposed t’ be our leader? Why’re you still single?”

Munsons dark eyes widened slightly as he placed a hand on his chest in a feign insulted manner. “Who the hell said I was single?”

This made multiple members of the club crack up, making Dustin feel successful on getting the attention off of himself with grand comedic timing. “Eddie. Do you see any girls here? ‘Cause I sure don’t.”

“What the fuck.” Max threw her arms up and Dustin shot her a look of ‘what?’ before turning back to his older friend who had Y/N leaning against his ‘throne’.

“Who said it had to be a girl he’s dating?” Y/N chimed in and Eddie leaned over onto the table with his hands covering his face. They had specifically talked about this exact scenario coming about and agreed they would ease Dustin into this conversation.

Dustin looked at his brother and then back to Eddie multiple times before cracking a grin. “Okay, yeah, you two are fucking with me.” Y/N chuckled and softly shook his head, letting his brother rake his brain as his smile fell. All those nights Eddie picked them up super late and he never came back. Getting rides after school. Them always being together before club meetings. Oh my fucking god.

“Nope nope nope. Not falling for it, good try though.” He waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss their attempt at fooling him into believing that they were actually secretly a couple.

“Oh no, you’re right. We’ve totally just been practicing The Never Ending Story to sing at you and Suzie’s wedding. Not fu—“

“Okay! Y/N, go do something else. Anything else, please..” Eddie revealed his flushed face and looked at you pleadingly. Once again Dustin was losing the battle within himself to not believe what you were saying. But if the two of you were joking wouldn’t Eddie be helping you out? Playing along with you?

“Holy shit..” Dustin now mirrored Eddie’s earlier position while his brother laughed at the expression that had been on his face. Y/N knew he wasn’t genuinely disgusted by the idea, more so taken a back. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught on sooner and now in his attempt to embarrass Eddie, which he did succeed in doing, he’d also embarrassed himself.

The eldest Henderson brother was the only one unapologetically laughing at both of them as the rest of the group discussed what was happening. Either voluntarily admitting they had figured it out early on in the school year while others were still on the fence about believing it. They just didn’t have the context clues Dustin did.

“Oh come on ‘dusty buns’, is it really that bad now that you know?” Y/N held onto Eddie’s chair to keep from doubling over as his brother shot up out of his seat, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“Of course it is! You- You can’t just not tell me things like that!” So that’s really what it was. He wasn’t mad his brother was gay, he was mad because he felt lied to. He felt like the two of them should have been able to confide in each other like that, even if they butted heads like any other pair of siblings would. Hell, Y/N was the first one he told about Suzie and he’d helped him make Cerebro so he could talk to her. He was the only one hyping him up about his relationship while all his friends chose to not believe him.

Y/N stopped laughing and took a moment to let his brothers body language and facial expression register to him, realizing that Dustin was actually genuinely upset. “Dude, I’m sorry-“

“Fuck off, no you’re not.” He left his bag on the table as he pushed the chair back and started to head for the door. Lucas reached out to grab his arm but the curly haired boy was moving to fast for him to snag ahold of his jacket.

“Dustin, come on! Don’t leave!” Eddie called out to him before smacking the table in frustration. Y/N rubbed the back of his neck and gave a moment to think about how to handle the situation before heading off after him, only to stop at the door and hold up his hand which Eddie quickly caught on to and pulled his van keys from his jacket pocket. Tossing them to him and then watching as he went out the door as well. “Fucking great, now they’re both gone.” He motioned to the door before going back to his chair and slumping down into it.

“Don’t worry, Dustin has never stayed mad for long.” Lucas piped up and Max slapped her hand on his chest, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’. “Don’t say that! You don’t even know if he is mad, we don’t know anything about those twos’ dynamic.”

When Max was right she was right, siblings are fickle things. Erica and him could seem to be at each other’s throats but that was just how they were with each other. When they were younger Dustin always seemed to brag about his brother. Saying things like, ‘If I get to be even half as cool as him y’all better watch out, I’ll be so popular.’ When in reality Dustin was the only one who really thought of them that way until him and Eddie connected.

What they did all know is where Dustin was probably headed, meaning his brother would also have no problem catching up to him and having a much needed heart to heart talk.

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“Suzie..Suzie do you copy?” Dustin sniffled as he was met with radio static. “Suzie please pick up, I really need to talk to someone!”

“Dusty? Oh my gosh, are you crying?” He smiled as he heard his girlfriends voice and he cleared his throat and wiped his face with his free hand before responding.

“No..of course not…”

“Please don’t lie to me, just tell me what happened..”

Dustin sat on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest as one pulled at the grass on the hill and the other held the radios mic close to his face. “So that’s it pretty much..my best friend and brother are dating…”

“Well that’s just great dusty buns! Aren’t you happy for them?” Suzie exclaimed after turning the volume on her radio back up, having turn it town out of fear that her religious parents might hear her boyfriend using foul language let alone talking about a relationship between two men.

“I want to be! That’s the whole point babe, why couldn’t he just tell me? Did he really think I would think he was weird or gross or something?” Dustin bopped the mic against his head a few times after releasing the button.

“Maybe he thought…you were ready to know.” Dustin jumped at the sound of his brothers voice as he came over the edge of the hill, slightly out of breath. He scrambled to his feet, dropping the mic for the radio in the process and looked at him slightly fearful.

“Calm down. You’re the one mad at me, remember?” Y/N walked over and plopped down on the grass, picking up the mic as Suzie repeatedly asked Dustin if everything was okay. “Hey uh, Dustin’s all good. Y/N here, thanks for keeping him company.”

Suzie gasped, covering her mouth at the sound of Y/Ns voice over the radio. Slightly worried he might be upset that the two of them were talking about his personal life the way they had been. “I’ll let you get back to it in a few minutes, alright?”

“A-Alright! Absolutely! Take all the time you need!” She stuttered back to him before placing her mic down and running towards her bed, throwing herself down into the plush sheets. To think this was had to be the first time she’d gotten to hear her future brother-in-laws voice, under these circumstances!

“What’re you talking about..” Y/N sighed as Dustin came and sat next to them despite his uncomfortable attitude.

“Me, being gay. You wanted me to be transparent with you so let’s be transparent.”

The younger boy huffed and kept his eyes fixed to the grass ahead of them. “So what, you thought I was too immature to know about y’all? I’m not stupid Y/N.”

“Dustin, I didn’t say you were stupid. But you did wear Chewbacca underwear up until last year.” His younger brother gave them a weak shove before allowing himself to give a small laugh.

“That doesn’t have anything to do with maturity, Star Wars is for all ages.”

“You only stopped wearing them because mom couldn’t find them in your size anymore dude..” Y/N had to catch himself before he let a laugh slip out himself. “Anyway, that’s not important right now. Eddie and Me is new alright? We weren’t looking to hide it from you forever.”

“Yeah but— You can’t act like you just woke up senior year and decided you liked guys!”

“No, of course not. Maybe that’s how things work out for other people, but I’ve known for a long time. Probably since I was your age..” Y/N and Dustin sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them flip flopping from feeling more and less uncomfortable.

“But no shit I don’t think you’re stupid Dust, I thought I was just telling you we were dating. I thought you knew.” Dustin made a face at him, mouth open. “How the hell would I know? You hang out with girls all the time! What about prom?”

Y/N finally let himself laugh. “Those are girl friends Dustin, not girlfriends.” He pushed his curly hair off of his sweaty face and grinned, imagining how much of a lady killer his little brother must have thought he was. “You do realize how small this town is, small towns are not the friendliest to my type…Plus back then I thought I needed cover girls anyway..”

Dustin mumbled ‘cover girls’ to himself thinking over what it must’ve meant. “Does mom know?”

“Of course mom doesn’t know, mom doesn’t know anything that isn’t a question on jeopardy. ‘Who is- your queer son!’” Y/N imitated Alex Trabek’s voice as he made the joke and they both burst out laughing. “Plus if I had ever told her you’d have to fill her in about Suzie, you know that woman is crazy about having grandkids.”

“Ew.” Y/N rolled his eyes at his younger brothers response, of course he’s still not at that age. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah bro, we’re always good.” Dustin gave his brother his signature toothless grin as he got back up off the grass, brushing his ass off as he did so before giving a stretch. Not looking forward to the trek back down the hill one bit he figured he might as well get a move on before Eddie started walking home.

“Get home safe, don’t spend all night out here!” He hollered back as he made his way off.

Dustin sighed and looked down at the mic for the radio and rushed to pick it up out of the grass, “Suzie, oh my god I’m so sorry! Uh, him and me are on the same page now..are you still there?”

Radio static filled his ears once again for a minute until he heard those giggles that were music to his ears. “Oh, thank god.”

“Chewbacca huh?” Evil. His brother was pure evil, and he would be getting him back.

#stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #dustin henderson #dustin x suzie

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beetlebabe · 1 year

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Coloring Page Commission

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice cartoon #valentine #beetlejuice the animated series #this interaction is canon in the coloring books so....#beetlebabes #beetlelyds #fluff #lydia deetz #Suzy's Queue

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milfformunson · 2 years

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Double Date (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Eddie comes and helps (Y/N) unpack, but ends up unpacking more than just boxes. Part two to “Double Date” linked above.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F! Reader (Suzie’s older sister)

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, Fluff, angst, reader has religious trauma, Mormonism, crying, mention of weed, food is mentioned more than once, F! Reader,

Word count: 4.1k

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Eddie drove a little too fast to Dustin’s and rang the doorbell repeatedly. An irritated, wet haired Henderson opened the door, scowling at Eddie.

“Sure, now you’re on time.” He rolled his eyes as Eddie pushed past him and paced the kitchen.

“Shut it Henderson. I need you to tell me everything you know about Mormons.” Eddie demanded.

“Don’t tell me you’re joining just for (Y/N). That’s crazy!” Dustin shouted.

“No! I don’t think I could set foot in any type of church without bursting into flames. I just want to know what they believe… if there’s any chance (Y/N) could ever… you know, like me.” Eddie said shyly.

Dustin rolled his eyes, motioning for Eddie to follow him to his room so he could finish his hair. Dustin gave Eddie the rundown on the basics of the religion, from what he’s heard from Suzie, and what he’s researched himself.

“Mormons are super-religious white people. They have a lot of rules they have to follow like no swearing, no smoking, no drugs, no drinking, no coffee, no tea, no tattoos, no piercings other than ears, no dating until 16-Suzie’s parents are more lenient on this with her because we’re long distance. They have to always wear longer shorts and t-shirts because of ‘modesty’ or whatever. They have this ‘law of chastity’ which is basically no sex or anything like that before marriage. They usually only date and marry other Mormons because they believe in order to get into Heaven you have to marry in their temple and you can only go in the temple if you’re a member and pay 10% of your income. When you go to the temple you get this special underwear you have to wear all the time, which is another reason they dress the way they do. They get married super young so they can pop out babies. Oh-and their founder ended up having like 40 wives.” Dustin said casually while applying gel to his curls.

Eddie sat on Dustin’s bed, mouth agape. “Please say you’re joking. There’s no way that’s real.”

Dustin shook his head. “It’s all true, according to Suzie.”

Eddie was astounded. They thought Hellfire was a cult when THAT existed? “That sounds…”

“Like a cult?” Dustin interjected.

“Exactly. It sounds like something I’d make up for a campaign.” Eddie agreed with a small laugh.

Dustin nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m fucked, man. (Y/N) is never going to want to be friends with, let alone more, with a drug dealing metalhead.” Eddie flopped onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation.

“You never know until you try. Come on, Munson. I don’t want to be late.” Dustin declared.

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You had spent the morning fussing over what to wear, and Suzie was no help. She just sat there making snarky comments about trying to impress Eddie, even when you adamantly denied having a crush on him.

“You two were cuddling last night!” Suzie had argued.

“We were not! The couch is just…small. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable on the floor.” You retorted. Suzie just rolled her eyes.

After applying a thin coat of mascara and lipgloss, you had to figure out how you were doing your hair. You sighed as you tossed it into a big claw clip. You didn’t know what you were supposed to wear to impress the boy that you met less than 24 hours ago that you definitely didn’t have a crush on while he helped you unpack. A knock on the door signaled they were here, so you quickly put on your overalls over your t-shirt.

Suzie opened the door to a bouncing Dustin holding a box of donuts in one hand and comics in the other.

“Dusty bun!” Suzie squealed, quickly grabbing the comics. Dustin shoved the box in your hands and the two of them quickly got situated on the beanbag chair in the living room.

“Um, Hi.” A nervous looking Eddie said, still standing outside of the front door. .

You smiled, motioning for him to come inside. “Hi, Eddie. Donut?” You said, offering him the box.

He shook his head “I’m okay, thank you.”

You nodded, taking out a maple donut with sprinkles and taking a bite. “Come on, most of the unpacking left is for my room.” He followed you down the hall, admiring the way your overalls hugged your butt.

Your room was pretty bare since you still had some furniture to buy. All that was in there was a queen sized mattress, a bookshelf, and a small writing desk. The remaining boxes were stacked against the wall in neat towers.

“You have a sprinkle on your face.” He pointed to your mouth.

Embarrassed, you quickly wiped your mouth, asking “did I get it?”

He laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer to you. He gently brushed the sprinkle off of your upper lip, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Got it.” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Thanks.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Butterflies filled your stomach and your face felt hot. How could such a simple act make you so…flustered?

“Any time, sweetness.” Eddie said, stepping back and clapping his hands. “So, where should we start?”

“What?” You were puzzled, still reeling from the contact.

Eddie smirked, motioning toward the boxes.

“Oh! Right. I have most of them labeled, so if you don’t mind starting on the books?”

“Do you have a specific way you want them organized?” He asked, opening the first box and sitting down in front of the bookshelf.

“I usually go alphabetically, but the ones in series stay together. But you can organize them however you want.” You smiled at him sweetly.

You opened a box of clothes and started hanging them, working in comfortable silence for a while. Eddie carefully scanned every book you owned, trying to get a glimpse into your mind. There were a lot of poetry books, Jane Austen classics, some Sherlock Holmes, and some religious books he didn’t recognize. He smiled when he found your worn copy of The Lord of the Rings. The cover was practically coming off of the binding, the pages yellowing from repeated touch. and when Eddie was done organizing your three boxes of books, he opened the one with your radio, walkman, and cassette tapes.

“Music?” He asked, holding your small radio.

“Sure. You can pick.” You said, glancing quickly over your shoulder.

Eddie got to work setting up the radio, and turned it to the local station that played all of today’s latest hits. It wasn’t his style, but he figured it would be yours so he could live with it.

“You don’t seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” You observed, smiling to yourself.

“You’re right, but YOU seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” He sneered playfully.

You scoffed in mock offense. “Are you judging a book by its cover, devil boy?”

His head snapped in your direction, his jaw dropped at the comment. He made the motion of stabbing himself in the chest, falling over to the floor dramatically. “You wound me with your words.”

“You started it, Munson!” you threw your pillow at him, giggling.

He stood up, holding your pillow, a challenging look on his face. Your eyes widened as you tried to predict his next move. You glanced at your mattress, eyeing the other pillow on it. At the same time you went to grab it, Eddie jumped and he fell right on top of you so he was laying on your back.

“Eddie!” You squealed. “Get off of me!” you were a giggling mess, your hair falling out of your clip as he stubbornly laid on top of you.

“Hm. Your mattress isn’t very comfortable. It’s kind of squirmy.” He teased, poking your sides.

You managed to resituate so you were laying on your back, Eddie was hovering over you, his dark curls hanging around his face. Without thinking, you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, your fingers running along his jaw as they came back down. You took the opportunity of his proximity to examine his face. He was so gorgeous. Little freckles sprinkled his cheeks, smile lines creased the corners of his mouth. His lips were full and pink, looking very kissable. His eyes had a hint of gold in them that you hadn’t noticed before, you could easily get lost in them.

Bryan Adam’s “Heaven” started playing on the radio, which changed the atmosphere from playful and casual to something more tender and intimate. Eddie was biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes briefly looking at your lips, your bottom one pulled between your teeth.

Slowly, Eddie got off of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He extended his hand and helped you sit up. Your hair was messy from the playful tackle, so you unclipped it fully and lightly shook your head so it fell gently past your shoulders. You took the hair elastic from your wrist, and quickly threw your hair into a loose braid. Eddie watched you, impressed by the speed of your fingers.

“Do you want me to braid your hair, Eddie?” You asked, and he was prepared to make a snarky comment because he thought you were joking, but your head was tilted slightly to the side and you had a soft smile on your face.

“Not today, sweetheart. But I might take you up on that sometime.” He smiled back at you.

“Eddie, (Y/N)?” Dustin and Suzie were standing in the doorway. You two quickly stood up and took a step away from each other.

“What’s up?” You asked, not daring to look at Eddie.

“Steve just got on the walkie and said he wants to have everyone at his house tomorrow to swim and stuff so the group can meet Suzie.” Dustin explained.

“I know it’s Sunday… Can I go? Please, (Y/N)? We won’t be alone, we’ll be in a group!” Suzie pleaded.

“Yes, Suze. You can go. I’ll take you guys and pick you up.” You said with a chuckle.

“Eddie can take us, right Eddie? He’s part of the group.” Dustin smiled at Eddie.

Your shoulders sagged, disappointed that you would be all alone tomorrow. You forced a small smile, looking at Eddie. “Are you okay with that?”

Eddie saw the change in your demeanor, and he really wanted to hang out again. “Why don’t you come? You live here now, so you should make some friends.” He shrugged.

“I don’t want to intrude or ruin any group dynamics.” You shrugged.

“No, Eddie’s right! You should come, you can meet more people your age. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve.” Dustin emphasized Steve’s name, staring at Eddie. Eddie scowled at him.

“If you’re sure…” you said, looking at Eddie for confirmation.

His expression softened and he smiled. “Come, please.”

You nodded, trying to hide your excitement.

“Great! Now, let’s go make food. I’m starving. Sandwiches okay?” Suzie beamed, dragging Dustin to the kitchen before anyone could respond.

You chuckled, stepping closer to Eddie with your arms folded over your chest. “Are you sure I won’t be intruding? What if your friends hate me?” You asked quietly.

Eddie stepped even closer, his chest an inch away from your arms. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and dragged both hands down your arms forcing you to uncross them. He held your hands, his thumbs gently rubbing your palms. “They’re going to love you. I promise. Come on, let’s finish unpacking.”

You nodded and sighed, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eddie let go of your hands, reluctantly, and you busied yourselves unpacking. You were unpacking the last of your clothes when you remembered what you had in the box Eddie was currently unpacking. You didn’t want to draw attention to it, so you pleaded that Suzie would yell that the food was ready before he got to the bottom of the box.

To your relief, she did.

“Peanut butter and jelly, turkey and cheddar, and BLT.” She said, walking out as you came into the kitchen.

Eddie grabbed a BLT and leaned up against the counter. You picked up a peanut butter and jelly and hopped up onto the counter across from him. He finished his sandwich in three bites, and you heard his stomach grumble, still hungry, but he didn’t move. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the other BLT and held it out to him with a smirk. He reluctantly took it, shyly looking at the ground.

“I don’t want to eat all of your food.” He mumbled.

“Then don’t. I have a fully stocked pantry and fridge, so it’d probably take you a long time to eat it all.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughed, biting into his sandwich.

After you two had finished your food, he wanted to finish unpacking. You assured him you could finish the last two boxes another time, and he frowned, slightly disappointed. He thought you were going to kick him out since you were pretty much done.

“Will you help me hang some pictures and stuff?” You asked him, holding a hammer.

He nodded enthusiastically, following you back to your bedroom.

You opened the box that held your picture frames and carefully laid them on the floor. Eddie stood behind you, studying each picture. There was one of you and who he assumed were your siblings all wearing matching outfits, some different nature prints, a framed cover of The Hobbit, a few poems, and a big building that looked like a castle.

“What’s that? Your castle, princess?” He asked, pointing at the picture.

“Oh, that’s the Salt Lake City temple. There’s a saying ‘if this isn’t your castle, then you aren’t my prince.’ that Mormon girls say. It’s the goal you’re supposed to strive to achieve.” You let out a small chuckle laced with a hint of sadness.

Eddie knew he definitely wasn’t a prince, let alone one that would ever be granted access to that castle. He frowned, grateful you couldn’t see it. “It’s pretty.”

You just nodded, putting it back in the box.

“Wait, why aren’t you hanging it up?” Eddie asked, kneeling next to you on the floor. He saw a tear fall from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away.

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered, pressing your palms under your eyes to try and stop the tears.

“Told anyone what?” He moved the picture frames, shifting so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you.

You took a deep breath, looking straight at Eddie. Were you really about to tell him your deepest secret? You had only known him for 24 hours and yet, looking into those big brown eyes, you felt like you would trust him with your life. You stood up, Eddie’s brow furrowed in concern, then in confusion as you dug through the box he was unpacking earlier and pulling out a shoebox. You sat back down and put the shoebox in your lap.

“This is my box of contraband.” You opened it and put it in Eddie’s lap.

He carefully looked in the box, pulling out various items. Cassette tapes of Dolly Parton, Michael Jackson, Prince, The Cure, Metallica and Iron Maiden?! He looked at you quizzically, but you shrugged, motioning for him to keep looking. He pulled out two novels with half naked men on the front, steamy romance novels probably, and gave a small chuckle. He pulled out black lace teddy, which you quickly grabbed, both of your cheeks turning bright red at the discovery. Under the teddy was a bag of weed, which really shocked Eddie, and a journal.

He shook his head in confusion, “Wait, other than the weed, why is the rest of this contraband?”

“I’m not supposed to listen to that ‘devil music.’ That’s all music that didn’t ‘bring the spirit’ into the life of the listener, so I never listened to popular radio.” You laughed, remembering earlier.

“I’m not supposed to read steamy romance novels with sex scenes, let alone have ANYTHING with a half naked man on it. This-” you held up the teddy “goes against every modesty standard I’ve been taught. I stole the weed from Eden, she still thinks my parents found it and took it from her. I haven’t smoked it, I’ve been too scared to. That journal? Holds every single thought I’ve had for the last two years. It’s full of things I find extremely problematic with the church, and questions I tried to get answers to. Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having…”

Eddie listened, growing more confused because this box contradicted what he was told about Mormons. “So, Dustin told me about your rules and stuff this morning. You’re saying you don’t follow the rules?” He held his face in his hands, his brain was going a million miles a minute trying to understand.

You shook your head. “I’m saying I don’t think I want to anymore. My whole life has been someone telling me what to wear, how to behave, what to read, where to go, what my future should be like. Being guilted for normal human thoughts and feelings. I don’t want to spend 3 hours at church every Sunday. My parents never cared about how I was feeling, they just wanted me to be perfect so I could be the perfect little wife. I don’t want to go to the temple. I don’t want to pop out 7 babies, stay home all day, and dote on a husband who probably doesn’t even know how to pleasure a woman!” You were practically shouting, but quickly lowered your voice, realizing Suzie could hear.

Eddie just stared at you, trying not to smile at the last statement. He cleared his throat and pushed down his smile before motioning for you to continue.

“Did you know that they consider sex before marriage, masturbation, oral sex, all of that type of stuff, a sin second only to murder? Do you know how guilty I felt after watching Grease at my friend’s house and feeling turned on by John Conaway? I couldn’t sleep for a week because I felt like I was committing a crime! It’s literally indoctrinated into you if you’re born into it. You don’t have a choice or a chance to question. You’re fed the same lessons year after year, the same rules, the same expectations, and you’re judged if you question it. My parents would be so disappointed in me, maybe never speak to me again, my friends from home would abandon me if they found out about this stuff, which is part of the reason I wanted to move so far away. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.” You were in tears again, all of the frustration and tension you had been holding onto for the last two years releasing as you vented to Eddie.

Eddie grabbed you, pulling you into his lap so he could give you a hug, shushing you while rubbing your back gently until your sobs had almost stopped. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you were grateful for Eddie’s tight hug. He smelled like weed and coffee and old spice maybe? You didn’t know, but he smelled good. You sat up and slowly slid off his lap, sitting across from him again, your knees gently touching his.

“Jeez, you probably think I’m crazy. We’ve only known each other for 24 hours and already I’m spilling my guts to you.” You let out a half-hearted laugh, wiping the remaining tears.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, (Y/N). I think you’ve been holding on to so many emotions and trying to go through it alone. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know what it’s like to be judged for every single thing you do. I’ve never been part of religion- unless you count my satanic cult.” He winked, making you giggle. “Sometimes ranting to a stranger is easier than people you’re close to because they don’t have any expectations for you yet.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his knee. “For agreeing to yesterday, for helping me unpack, and for listening to the rantings of a strange girl you’ve only known for a day.”

“It’s been my pleasure.” He said, placing his hand on yours. “I’m more than happy to help in any way I can. And please, for the love of God, do not smoke that weed. You don’t know where it came from. If you want to try it, I can get you some.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You laughed. “I think for now, getting my feelings out in the open is a good start. I don’t want Suzie telling my parents anything.” You said as you started putting the things back into the shoe box.

You tried to grab the weed that was next to Eddie, but he snatched it away from you, giving you a stern look. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t try to fight him on it. He put it in his pocket with a gloating grin on his face.

The next two hours Eddie spent trying to hang pictures straight, you telling him they were off just slightly, him fixing them, and even though they never were perfectly straight, you told him they were. You liked watching him concentrate, his tongue poked out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Around 6 o’clock, you all headed out to go get burgers at the local diner. After you had ordered, you and Eddie went to go get some condiments at the condiment station.

“Aww man, I forgot that fry sauce doesn’t exist outside of Utah.” you pouted.

“Do you mean ketchup?” Eddie questioned.

You didn’t answer, instead placed equal parts mayo, ketchup, and a small bit of barbeque sauce and mustard in the little paper cup. Eddie watched, mildly horrified, as you took a coffee stirrer and mixed it all together. You stuck your pinky in the mixture and tasted it, nodding your head in approval.

“That does not seem like it would taste good.” Eddie scrunched his nose.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Munson.” you hip bumped him, walking back to the table.

You and Eddie were seated on the same side of the booth so Suzie and Dustin could be as close as possible. You sat with one leg folded up on the bench, your body turned slightly sideways to face Eddie, while you talked. When your food arrived, you tried to get him to try the fry sauce mixture, and after a few minutes of pleading and batting your eyelashes, he relented. He dipped his fry in the mixture while you, Dustin, and Suzie watched his reaction. He folded his hands in front of his face, pretending to be deep in thought, before saying “I give it a 7/10. It’s not bad, but plain ketchup is better.”

Dustin and Suzie chuckled, going back to the conversation about what they wanted to do during Suzie’s last two days in Hawkins. You half listened because you had to go where Suzie went, but you and Eddie were sneaking glances at each other, smiling in embarrassment when one of you caught the other staring.

“Is that okay, (Y/n/n)?” Suzie asked, bringing you out of your little bubble.

“Is what okay?”

Suzie sighed, exasperated. “Tomorrow we’ll go to Steve’s, and then on Monday Dusty bun wants to have a picnic at the park for dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, grateful that they didn’t want to do anything too crazy.

When you were finished with your food, Eddie dropped you and Suzie back at your apartment. You stayed in the car as Dustin walked Suzie to the door, giving them a minute of privacy.

“Thank you for helping today. I had a lot of fun.” You said, fidgeting with the hem of your overalls.

“You’re welcome. I did too.” Eddie ran his hand through his hair.

You looked out the window and saw Dustin and Suzie still hugging, rolling your eyes because you knew they would never let go unless you broke it up. “I better go before they suffocate each other. I’ll see you tomorrow at Steve’s?”

Eddie nodded, a goofy grin on his face.

You opened the door, but in a moment of bravery, you leaned over to Eddie and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You said, hopping out of the van and walking to your door.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Eddie called after you, watching as you broke up Dustin and Suzie’s hug. You and Suzie went inside, and Dustin came back to the van.

“Man, she’s amazing. I wish I could see her every day. At least we get tomorrow.” Dustin sighed, buckling his seatbelt.

“Yeah. Amazing. Tomorrow.” Eddie mumbled, still blushing from the kiss as he drove away.

After getting ready for bed, Suzie was gushing about how sweet Dustin was as you laid in bed. But you weren’t listening very intently, because all you could think about was Eddie. Suzie assumed you were sleeping, so she stopped talking. A few minutes later you heard her light snoring, and soon drifted off yourself, excited and nervous for the next day.

#Eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things season four #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things pov

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airlocksandaviaries · 2 years

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alright hear me out and picture this. Suzie is visiting for winter break and one evening she and Dustin are watching Neverending Story together for like the twelfth time, sitting on the carpet and right up as close to the TV as possible. (And of course they’re totally geeking out about it the whole time).

Steve and Eddie are on the TV couch behind them, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around Steve, about as close to him as he can get without actually sitting on his lap. They’re fondly watching the kids as they energetically rave about this ridiculous movie. Eddie leans his head just a little closer to Steve’s and says, “What total dorks, huh? Who would have thought it,” and then Steve’s chest gets all warm as he finally realizes it.

He already has it. A family. In all of these nerdy, goofy kids that Steve loves more than he’d ever be able to admit. He already has them. He already has what he’d always wanted. All he’d needed was Eddie.

And he loves him, too.

#and then they KISS #at least until dustin and suzie catch them #then they throw pillows at them #HERES SOME FLUFF FOR THE TAG #stranger things 4 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #steddie fluff

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the-cooler-kira · 2 years

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Prom Night || Suzie Q x Reader

cw: female reader, absolute fluff, caejose (caesar x joseph), swearing, unedited

summary: (MODERN HIGH SCHOOL AU) y/n wants to ask out her crush and seeks advice from her best friend

note: AAAH PROM IS TONIGHT AND IM GONNA BE SNEAKING OUT WITH MY BOY BEST FRIEND!!!

MASTERLIST

"For the last time, just ask her!" Caesar, your best friend, groaned while you panicked for the nth time today.

"That's easy for you to say!" You snapped back at him, eyes darting around the cafeteria trying to find the one girl that had your heart.

You were both sat waiting for Joseph and Suzie to get out of their classes, and you figured it was now or never: you had to ask Suzie to the prom. It was tonight, but it's better late than never.

Naturally, you were panicking about it.

"Well yeah, I just asked Jojo and he said yes."

"That's because Jojo's crush on you was obvious, Caesar." You began, "and he's probably the horniest guy at our school. Of course he was gonna say yes."

Caesar lightly hit your arm and laughed at the way you described Joseph. You weren't wrong, but this wasn't about them.

As if on cue, Joseph walks in heading straight over to the table and sits uncomfortably close to Caesar with a smug grin on his face. You didn't even want to know. Probably something stupid he did during class has him feeling all high and mighty.

You shook your head, waiting for that bubbly blonde-haired girl to walk in.

And she did.

Did you manifest it by thinking about her too much?

Caesar roughly nudges you in the side with his elbow, snapping you out of your daydream, and you immediately walk over to her and lead her back out to where there is much less people and more fresh air. As you were walking away, you heard Joseph making childish noises before Caesar scolded him.

"Suzie, can I ask you something?" You messed with your fingers as your eyes kept looking between the floor and her deep blue eyes, which were unfortunately unreadable.

"Of course, (Y/N)!" She happily chirps.

God, you love the way she says your name. Her small physique and cheery, yet air-headed, personality just made you want to protect her from everything.

What if she says no? What if she already has a date? What if she doesn't even like girls?

"Uh...(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

Shit. You made your anxiety obvious. Well done.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about-" you began to ramble. However, you couldn't help but to stop when you feel her delicate hands against yours as she tries to provide you with a sense of reassurance. How precious. What the poor girl didn't know is that it made things worse, because now you couldn't focus on anything apart from the way her hands felt in yours.

A moment of silence passed.

"Just say what's on your mind," her voice was quiet and gentle, understanding even.

Fuck it.

"Do you wanna go to prom with me, Suzie?"

Slowly, her eyes widened and lit up as an overjoyed smile made its way onto her face. You swear you've never seen her look so happy.

"Wait really!?" She squealed. "I thought you'd never ask! Of course I do," she answered and she felt her face heat up with a bashful blush.

"Never ask?" You echoed. Was... was she waiting for you to ask her this whole time?

"Yeah! I was too afraid to ask in case you already had a date or didn't like girls," she admitted.

"I had the same fear!"

You both just stared at each other in disbelief, before bursting into laughter. During this wholesome moment, she decided to wrap her arms around you and nuzzle her face into your neck, you could feel her sweet smile against your skin.

Reciprocating her hug, you wrapped your arms around her and somehow brought her even closer.

"I'll pick you up thirty minutes before, yeah?"

"Yeah."

You were relishing in each others embrace before you heard two familiar male voices.

"Awww!"

"Be quiet, Jojo!"

#lesbian #jjba x reader #suzie q #suzie q x reader #fluff #jjba fluff #cjc #caejose #jjba battle tendency #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #modern au #gay #pride

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justtuesdays · 2 years

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one-shot: henrik

One-Shot | Link to AO3

aka To the Ends of the Earth

It's been years since Henrik last saw Arel, but he's sure he knows the girl from his childhood like the back of his hand. He'd follow her anywhere— he just hopes she'd let him.

— for @whatisreggieshortfor (hbd!)

#litg henrik #litg #love island the game #litgs2 #oc: arel moriel #arel moriel #santana savvel #oc: santana savvel #a little fluff #thanks to suzi for giving this a looksie #a windflower summer camp #one shot: henrik #tuesdays: works

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truessences · 1 year

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Just a little fluff I felt inspired to write lol

#stranger things #mileven #lumax #Mike Wheeler #El Hopper #Lucas Sinclair #Max Mayfield #Dustin Henderson #Suzie Bingham #Will Byers #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #mileven fanfiction #lumax fanfiction #duzie #fluff #fun #stranger things future

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Finding Love Part 6: Scheherazade

Suzy x M! Reader

Fluff, Angst

WC: 6841 words

“Wait for me, so I can be with you.”

Ashamed– that was the only way to accurately describe how you feel. Your hand falls away, and you find yourself staring out the large windows to a beautiful view of the city skyline as she pulls her dress back up her shoulder.

“Hey.” Suzy’s hand touches your cheek, forcing you to meet her eyes. “It’s not you. It's me.”

“Yeah… I get it, Suj.”

“Then look at me, dummy.” She holds onto both sides of your face, a rosy hue painting her cheeks while her mouth forms a slight pout. “I meant it when I said I love you.”

“I kn–” Her lips press against yours—a light peck usually reserved for the first date at the park or in front of their house.

“Well…. Cheer up, then. I’m by your side again.” Suzy manages a weak smile before climbing off your lap. “Anyways…” She takes a deep breath and glances around nervously. “Could I stay over at your place?”

A half chuckle, half nervous breath leaves your lips, and you scratch your head. “Suj. You just said that we were going too fast, and now you want to sle–”

Her finger silences you before you can even finish your sentence. “I haven’t found an apartment yet, so I was hoping I could crash at your place for a while.” She looks at you with her doe eyes, your heart entranced by the flutters of her lashes.

“Fine,” you breathe carefully to ensure your heart doesn’t skip a beat. A few moments pass, the rhythm of the clock on her desk, the only indication of the passage of time while both of you remain motionless. All you can feel is Suzy’s warm breath tickle your chest before she takes a deep breath, sucking all the air from between your lips. She rests one hand on your chest while the other grabs the center of your shirt.

“Suj…”

“Shhh. I’m just redoing your buttons so you don’t get cold.” Her eyes intently stare at each one while a rosy blush creeps up her cheeks. After a few moments, she finishes the bottom two but struggles with the last one around your collar. “Why does it have to be so hard to d–”

“I’ve got it.” Your hands move on top of hers and guide her as she buttons the final one around your neck. Her hands feel smooth and soft, and your hands linger over her’s once she’s finished.

She makes no effort to pull away but keeps her gaze locked on your chest.

“Aren’t you gonna let go of my shirt, Suj?”

“Oh, yeah,” she laughs nervously and pulls her hands out from under yours as quickly as possible. “You’re such a tease.”

“And yet, here you are a decade later, still by my side.”

She mumbles something incomprehensible, along the lines of, “Biggest mi… of my….” before she grabs onto your hand. “Let’s just go home already.”

“If that’s what you want.” You lean toward her and press a kiss against her cheek. “Wait for me in the lobby. I just need to finish cleaning up.”

Suzy rolls her eyes, and a flash of anger appears on her face. “Why didn’t you do that instead of sitting in here teasing me?”

“Too good of an opportunity to pass up.” You flash your best innocent smile and shrug your shoulders.

“Ah.” She stays silent for a moment before a quick tug on your hand has her right up against you. The slightly annoyed, slightly angry expression is gone, replaced by something that you could only interpret as ‘Anything you can do, I can do better.’ Her eyelashes flutter before she grabs the back of your neck and lets her lips almost touch before bringing them against your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, love.”

A nervous lump rises in your throat that you quickly force back down as you fail to mask the crimson blush that’s more than likely taken over your entire face.

Suzy breaks out of character for a moment, failing to stifle her laugh before kissing your cheek. “See you in a bit.”

You’re left too stunned to speak. Instead, all you can do is reach out a desperate hand to tug her backward, but before you can grab onto her wrist, she slips away. “Damn it.” A soft sigh leaves your lips. You turn off her desk lamp, pitching the office into darkness save for the white light of the moon.

This was how it usually was, just you, all alone in the empty office after everyone else had gone home. You hated it. How lifeless everything felt. The lack of people made the air deathly cold, while an unpleasant silence always descended upon the entire floor.

Yet, as you stood by the elevator, you couldn’t help but smile. This time was different. You didn’t feel quite as cold, knowing that someone was waiting for you at the end.

You stand outside the elevator in silence for another few moments until a notification pings your phone. The love of my life <3. “Are you done ~ yet? I’m hungry?”

You chuckle and quickly type back. “Might have to sleep here. Get back home yourself.”

The three dots appear almost instantly. “...” You don't respond, waiting for her to say something else before the elevator opens and you step inside. The elevator feels slower than usual, and you can’t stop the urge to tap your fingers along the rails. 40, 39, 38….

Your heart races as the floors count down, and it feels increasingly stuffy the closer you get to the bottom.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6. A shallow breath leaves your lips, and you undo the top button of your shirt. Finally, you can take a deep breath before the numbers count to zero.

And there she is. A slight pout rests on her lips as she stares at her phone. Her black bag hangs from her arm, swinging gently from side to side as she aggressively types with both hands.

You should’ve felt more nervous. Every moment since she left you on the fortieth floor has felt torturous, like a phantom pain you couldn’t quite pin down. Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t hold still. Yet, as you stepped toward her, all the pain, the nervousness, all of it dissipated.

The click of your oxfords on the marble floor alerts her to your presence, and time seems to slow as she turns toward you. Her hair flows over to her right shoulder, and she tucks a loose strand behind her ear before running toward you, a brilliant smile on her face. “There you are! I was thinking about going back up to check on you.”

“Sorry. I had a few things that I needed to finish up, so it took me a while,” you chuckle and scratch your head before nervously grabbing her hand. Your fingers just lightly grasp onto hers, to the point that it probably wouldn't even be called holding hands.

“What are you doing?” she laughs and covers her mouth as she looks down at your hand. Her fingers then move through yours, lacing them together. “This is how you’re supposed to hold hands.” She swings your hand from side to side with a coy smile on her lips. “Now that we’ve established that. Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving. Where should we go?”

“Your choice.”

She scratches her head before taking her phone back out. Now, you can clearly see that she was looking for places to eat while waiting. “I don’t know. There’s just so many options.” She scrolls through her bookmarks for the city, a large assortment of restaurants perfect for any craving.

“You have like a thousand saved but can’t decide on one?”

“That’s the thing. There are just so many options.” After another few moments of frustrated scrolling, she looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Can you choose? Please~.”

You sigh and take the phone from her. Vietnamese, Chinese, Greek, Italian, there were dozens upon dozens of restaurants. You can only scroll for so long before the images and names begin to blend together. “Let’s just get sushi.”

“Told you that it would be better if you just chose,” she laughs before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “Same place as always, right?”

“Yeah. We have to drive there, though.”

“That’s fine.” Suzy taps the down button for the elevator with a cute jump in her step. “I’ve been wanting to go for a drive anyways. Your office is so stuffy.”

“My office?”

“Yeah. I kept getting weird looks from everyone inside.” Her expression shifts, eyes looking down at the ground. “Especially So Hee. She gave me weird glares every time she walked by my office.”

“It’s just how she is sometimes. I wouldn’t think too much of it,” you reassure, your thumb rubbing circles over the back of her hand. When her expression doesn’t change, you squeeze her hand a few times until she looks into your eyes. Your hand gently touches her cheek. “If nothing changes, I’ll talk to her. Okay?”

She closes her eyes and leans into your hand, nodding slowly. “Okay. I’ll trust you.”

The ding of the elevator draws her eyes open, and she tugs you inside. “What floor?”

“G1,” you say before quickly pressing it.

“Yah! I’m controlling the elevator,” Suzy grumbles and hits your arm with a pathetic punch.

“Ouch, that hurt,” you tease, mockingly rubbing your arm before pulling her closer. Your response doesn't elicit a reaction from her, and she just simply looks away from you. A sigh leaves your lips, and you fish your keys from your pocket, dangling them between you. “I'll let you drive today.”

A sly smile forms on her previously angry expression, and she looks into your eyes. “You always did know how to apologize to me,” she smiles before snatching the key from between your fingers.

You can only shake your head and sigh as she drags you out of the elevator. All that's left to do is hope and pray that your car makes it back home in one piece.

“It's so pretty.” Suzy lets go of your hand before skipping toward your car. Her hand glides over the glossy black paint as she circles from the passenger side to the driver’s seat.

“Please keep it that way.”

“I will. I will. Don’t worry so much,” she says with a smile before she opens her door and slides over to unlock yours. There's a confident glint in her eyes as you climb inside, and she begins rifling through your cassettes. “Mariya Takeuchi?”

You nod your head and watch her slide the cassette. A satisfying click follows, and the synth introduction of “Plastic Love” begins.

“~突然のキスや熱いまなざしで~,” she sings with a smile while her hand moves behind your headrest and she looks into your eyes.

You stare into those beautiful pools, mesmerized by the light reflected off the surface—your breath hitches in your throat.

Suzy blinks once, breaking you from your daze. “Caught you.” A cheeky grin appears before she looks through the rear and pulls out of the parking spot.

A few gear shifts later, and she's racing down the main road of the city. Bright billboards hang off the sides of skyscrapers. Beautiful faces run crimson over their lips, their delicate shoulders uncovered, all a desperate attempt to draw just a moment of your attention.

Yet, you could only focus on the person beside you. The way her lips pursed together while she focused on the rev meter or how she smiled to herself whenever a gear change was perfect. She looks confident, leaned back, one hand on the wheel while the other shifts gears.

Then there was her lovely voice. She loved to avoid harsh enunciations and simply just flow with the music. Even a decade later, she still sounded beautiful, her voice still as youthful as ever.

The song suddenly ends, and you see her take a deep breath. “How was that?”

“Hm?”

“My singing.” She taps her finger on the wheel. “It's gotten better… right?”

Her question takes you a moment to process, and the subtle downshifts of the car act as a makeshift countdown for you to answer. You shouldn’t feel nervous answering such a simple question. All you had to do was tell her yes. But you couldn't.

The words were trapped on the top of your tongue by a rush of memories. Each and every moment, you tried desperately to listen to this cassette without her, resurfacing in cruel detail. Every time you would let the cassette click in and hear the introduction, only to desperately take it out moments later when the vocals began—leaving you with only the feeling of being alone and incomplete.

A few moments pass in silence, the roar of the engine winding down as she slows to a light. Her hand touches yours, running over your scarred knuckles. “You don't have to answer.”

A concerned expression rests on her face before she gives you a weak smile. “I’m just glad that you're with me now.”

“Yeah. I am too.”

For a few moments, time stops, and you both simply smile at each other, content with the warm touch of one another. Then, just before the light turns green, Suzy pouts her lips and slides her hand back onto the gearshift. One last moment of calm passes before the light finally turns green, and she floors it to the sound of “Konyaha Hearty Party.”

After a few minutes, the billboards become more sparse, and the buildings lose their height. Smaller shops line the side of the road with residential areas between every other light.

The streets are empty, illuminated only by old street lamps that hadn't been changed since the 1980s. Bright stars dot the sky, no longer hidden by the smog of the city center.

Suzy drives past the bar where you first got to know each other, a small group of patrons still visible through the open windows. A few more moments of quiet driving before Suzy parks in front of a small restaurant. A few beautiful lanterns hung outside, giving the shop's wooden exterior a bright orange glow. Inside, you could see a few cleanly dressed men and women dashing between a dozen or so tables, platters in hand. Everything looked perfect.

“Let’s go,” she smiles, giving your hand a light squeeze before she rounds the car and pulls you out of your seat. When her weak tug fails to get you up, she tosses you the keys and dashes towards the entrance.

You watch her run towards the entrance, hair blowing back in the wind, laughter breaking up the sound of the night. Once she makes it to the front of the entrance, everything comes to a grinding halt, and she turns around, her slightly frustrated expression morphing into pure anger once the realization comes that you hadn’t even gotten out of your seat.

“Yah! Hurry up! I said I’m starving!”

A long sigh leaves your lips, followed by a slight chuckle. “I’m coming.”

Before you could even make it half the distance, she runs towards you and grabs your hand, pulling you inside the shop. The bell atop the door chimes once as she tugs you inside.

“Table for two?” The closest waiter asks a young lady, probably a few years younger than you.

“Yes, please.” Suzy flashes her a smile, but you can feel the vice grip on your hand tighten.

“Sit down wherever you’d like. I’ll help you as soon as I can.”

“Thank you.” Suzy waits for her to turn away before dragging you towards a nice booth by the window.

You feel the eyes of other patrons on you as you pass by; a few laugh, a few give looks of pity. All you can do is give them a kind smile as you’re led away.

After a few more moments of awkwardness, you find your seat—two stools looking out the window with a vanilla-scented candle set between them.

Suzy snickers as soon as she sees the candle, covering her face with her hand and looking at you wide-eyed. “This is kind of–”

“Romantic? Yeah. I know.” You force a lump back in your throat and pull the stool for her. “It's fine, though.”

“Yeah….”

Suzy quietly climbs onto the stool and watches as you instinctively reach for the utensils, running them through a napkin before placing them beside her. “You still have that habit?”

“Cleaning utensils for the girls? Yeah.”

“You don’t need to make it plural. There's only one anyways.”

An amused chuckle. “How would she know? She hasn't been here for five years.”

“Well…” Her hand touches your arm. “I think that any doctor who clears out their entire day just to go eat with their old friend. Might have feelings for her.” Suzy’s hand runs up and down your forearm until you meet her eyes. “Then again. What do I know?” she smiles, letting herself lazily touch your arm until she’s interrupted by a cough from behind. “Sorry,” Suzy laughs nervously, quickly drawing her hand away.

“It’s not a problem.” The young lady covers the slightly rosy hue of her cheeks as she takes out her pen. “What can I get you?”

“Could we have two tuna platters, please?” Suzy taps her finger on your thigh. “Is there anything else you want?”

“Two hot teas as well, please.”

The waitress nods and scribbles a few things on her notepad. “I'll bring everything out in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” Suzy flashes a smile and waits for her to turn away before breaking into a small fit of laughter. “That was kind of embarrassing.”

“Really now?” You look around at the other tables. Their eyes all look away, but some occasionally wander back to steal a glance at the two of you. “Now everyone’s looking at us too.”

“Yeah.” Her eyes dance around, noting all the wandering eyes that somehow made their way to your table. “Eh. I don't really care,” she shrugs and presses her lips onto your cheek. “I hope you don’t mind either.”

You smile and grab her hand, gently holding her fingers almost as if you were going to kiss her hand. “No. I don’t.”

Suzy nods, a content smile on her lips. Both of you sit in silence for a few minutes, relishing each other’s company. Occasionally your eyes would meet, and she would have some strange combination of a flustered blush and a cute giggle before she stared at your hands again.

“Are you going to say something?” she asks suddenly as she meets your gaze. “Or are we just gonna sit like an old couple until the food arrives?”

“I wouldn't mind,” you laugh, running your finger over the back of her hand. “Whatever you want, though.”

“You're annoying,” Suzy pouts. Her nose cutely scrunches up before she lets out a long sigh. “The stars are very pretty…. I never got to see them in New York.”

“Yeah. I don’t really get to see them much either.” You stare out at the tiny lights that dot the sky, some brighter than others, some larger, but together they create the perfect picture; a blank canvas covered with a light dusting of silver dust. Understated but beautiful in its own way.

A few moments pass before you tear your eyes away from the sky and glance at the girl beside you. Her chin rests on her hand as she stares wistfully out the window, brown hair flowing down one shoulder. You could’ve looked on forever, but you’re only allowed a few beats of your heart before her soft voice breaks your trance.

“You keep staring at me,” Suzy laughs, resting her hand on top of yours.

“Sorry. This still feels like a dream. The fact that you’re here. With me. I didn’t think I would ever see you again, Suj.”

Suzy nods before sliding her stool closer to you. “Well…” She’s closer now, close enough to feel her warm breath against your face. Her eyes meet yours, but a subtle raise of her brow and a slight smile ensnares your gaze as she leads you downward. “I don’t think it is.” She gives you a painless pinch on the arm, a slight smile forming on her lips. “Sometimes dreams come true.”

A snicker escapes from behind, and you both quickly turn to find the waitress covering her mouth with one hand while her other holds up two plates of salmon sushi. Realizing she’s finally been caught, she takes a deep breath and recomposes herself. “Two tuna plates,” she smiles, placing them in front of you.

After she sets the platters down, she quickly turns to leave but suddenly stops a few steps away. “Can I just say, though? Both of you are so cute.”

“This still feels like a dream.”

“Sometimes dreams come true.”

“It was so adorable!!!” She’s almost jumping for joy as she describes what had transpired in front of her eyes. “Anyways, let me know if you need anything.” Almost as quickly as she arrived, she disappeared behind into the kitchen.

Only now do you notice other customers, their hands cover their mouths, a few with a rosy hue over their cheeks. All you can do is give them a slight nod of acknowledgment before turning around, your face bright red from embarrassment.

Suzy stares at her food, an amused smile on her face while you sit there shellshocked and unable to speak. “Someone's been watching too many dramas,” she laughs, breaking apart her chopsticks before looking at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You stare at your tuna. The meal that you had looked forward to ever since you left the hospital all of a sudden seemed much less appealing, your appetite disappearing after such an embarrassing ordeal.

“Why aren't you eating then?” Suzy nudges you with her elbow but does little to stir you. “Fine,” she sighs, picking up one of your pieces. “Say ah.”

“Suj, what are you do–mmmh”

She pulls away, a cute smile on her lips, but after staring at you chew, she breaks into a fit of laughter. Her laugh dissipates the knot in your stomach, and suddenly you feel the urge to smile back as your hand quickly covers your mouth, hiding the half-chewed roll. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing~ Just that you look so cute whenever you eat,” she laughs, poking your cheek before quickly taking another sushi piece.

“Shut up,” you mumble, feeding yourself another piece to avoid the embarrassment of being fed.

“Fine,” Suzy takes one last bite of her tuna before pushing it away. “Almost done yet?”

You take a final sip of tea before dabbing your mouth with a napkin. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

The eyes of the last few customers follow Suzy as she waltzes toward the cashier and hands them her card. “Just two salmon plates,” she smiles, holding up two fingers and flashing them a brilliant smile.

“Sure.” The cashier holds out his hand.

“Just wait, let me get my ca—”

“We only take cash.”

“Since when do you only ta—”

You quickly intervene and push her behind you, fishing out ₩50,000 from your wallet. “I've got it.” A small smile creeps up as she mumbles something behind you, her plans of paying unexpectedly foiled.

A loud ding from the register sounds as the cashier takes out ₩20,000 and hands it back. You smile and lace your fingers through Suzy’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“Fine.”

You step outside into the cool night, Suzy’s warm hand holding onto yours. A pleasant spring breeze flows down the empty street. Only a few cars remain, the last few sushi customers.

Suzy lets go of your hand and runs underneath the singular streetlight, the warm yellow glow shining off her brown hair. She has a playful expression as she holds out her arms and tries her best impression of a ballerina.

You stand outside the light, a few paces away, watching the scene play out in front of you.

“What are you doing?” she laughs, leaning forward and grabbing onto your hand. Both her hands gently clasp onto your own, a content smile on her lips. “This is nice. Right?”

“Yeah, it is ni—” A loud yawn interrupts you, and a smile creeps onto your face.

“Sorry!”

“We should get going,” you chuckle and take your keys from her bag. “I’ll drive.”

Another yawn escapes from Suzy, and she reluctantly nods, climbing into the passenger’s seat.

With a soft purr, you set off into the night. The night is quiet; everyone already retired to their homes after a busy workday.

Suzy sits silently beside you, eyes staring out into the night. Soft breaths leave her lips as you quietly glide down Main Street.

Your eyes force themselves away from the road, and you find yourself staring at Suzy. “Don't want to play anything?” you ask as you eject the previous cassette and place it into its case.

She shakes her head.

The silence unnerves you slightly, and you take one hand off the wheel, grabbing onto the back of her hand. Without saying anything, you slide your fingers through hers.

Beneath the white light of the moon, you see a rosy blush creep up her cheeks, but she still avoids your gaze.

A slight chuckle leaves your lips, and you let go of her hand. Your hand then rifles through the center console, looking for the correct one. Just in your periphery, you can read the album names that Suzy had written back in college.

Earth, Wind, and Fire.

Fuyukakan. You stare at the tape for a few moments, rotating it between your fingers.

“If you want to listen to Midnight Pretenders, use the other one. I don't want to skip through an entire album for one song.”

With that issue settled, you set the tape back down and grab the next one.

Rumors. Your fingers tap on the wheel as you wait for her to voice an opinion.

After another minute of silence, Suzy turns toward you, her eyebrow raised. Without saying a word, she takes the cassette from you and inserts it into the player.

“You were taking too long to decide,” she says simply before lowering her window and turning up the volume.

The beat of the drums then fills the car as Suzy leans her chair back and stares at you, a content smile on her lips. Once the guitar begins, she sways from side to side and closes her eyes, enjoying the cool wind rushing through her hair.

“Now, here you go again. You say you want your freedom~” Her voice sounds a little breathier than she would've liked, but she laughs it off. “Well, who am I to keep you down?”

You can’t hold back your smile at the sound of her voice. Suddenly once the final note leaves her lips, you're left with just the voice of Stevie Nicks playing through the speakers. You glance over, waiting for her to start singing again, only to find her staring back.

She has an amused smile on her face as she looks at you. Her eyes flutter once or twice, a subtle ruse to draw your attention away from her pouty lips. “Did you really think that I would just sing for you the entire drive?” she laughs, running her hands through her hair. “We always sing this song together.”

“I just wanted to listen to you tonight.” You force your gaze away from hers and back to the road.

She lets out a long sigh before closing her eyes once again. “Players only love you when they’re playing. Say women, they will come, and they will go. When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know. You’ll know.”

Then almost as if this moment was a dream, the song ends, and you turn into your house. “We made it,” Suzy laughs and does a quick stretch before she steps out of the car.

“We probably wouldn’t have if you were driving.”

She raises an eyebrow at your comment before snatching the keys from the ignition. Your car door closes with a loud slam. Silence as you’re left to enjoy the sight of her skipping towards the door before she fumbles through your keys.

You remain inside your car to watch the amusing sight unfold before you. After the first three attempts, she looks back and points at you before pointing at the ground, “Come here!” she mouths.

You shake your head.

“Come here!” Her yell is loud enough to startle you, and you quickly step out, not wanting to get a noise complaint from the neighbors. “Finally, now, which stupid key is i—” She watches as you don’t bother with the keys in her hand and simply lift up the black panel on top of the handle. 9. 4. 1. 0. 1. 0. Her birthday.

The door then unlocks with an electronic click, and you push it open. “The key for the door is in my car.” You grab the keys from her hand. “These are for my office.”

“That’s dumb.” Suzy looks at the keys dangling in front of her with annoyance before she pushes you aside.

A long sigh leaves your lips, and you look out into the night. Hopefully, none of your neighbors woke up because of her scream. You smile and slip your keys into your pocket, thinking that for the first time in a long time, your home doesn’t feel cold and lonely. Maybe you could get used to th—

“What is this!”

Maybe you spoke too soon.

“What’s the matter?” You rush inside to find Suzy staring at one of your paintings. One of the more abstract pieces that So Hee had originally bought for your office. “You don’t like it?”

“What do you mean you don’t like it? It’s hideous.” She points at the painting. “It looks like a child could’ve painted it!”

You laugh and breathe out a sigh of relief. Your hand ruffles the back of your hair before you take a step away. “And here I was worried that something bad happened.”

She gives the painting one last glare of disgust before tossing her purse on the kitchen island. “If the death of your taste isn’t bad, then I don’t know what is.”

“I wouldn’t say all of it is gone,” you smile, wrapping your arm around her waist.

“If this is your pitiful attempt to say your taste in women has gotten any better.” She turns around and places both hands on your chest. “It hasn’t.” With a cheeky grin, her hands force you away, and she quickly rounds the island as she looks through your drawers.

“I thought you liked Sana?”

After a few tries, she finds the cupboard with your drinking glasses. “I do. Sana’s adorable, but I can’t say the same about your secretary.” She then opens the small wine fridge that you keep on the countertop. Reaching in, she takes out a few bottles and gives each a look that ranges from mild disgust to somewhat tolerable. Suddenly, she takes out the all-black bottle that So Hee had left last time she was here. “And what is this abomination?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and bite down on your lip.

Suzy stares at you for a few moments, holding the bottle in both hands before she quickly sets it back. “No wonder you’ve got such horrible taste now.” With a long sigh, she takes out a bottle of scotch, a little more than half empty. “At least you still have the sense of mind to drink something that actually tastes good.”

“Whatever, Suj. I’m gonna go shower. Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”

A soft chuckle leaves her lips, and she gives you a wink before taking a small sip of her scotch. “Trust me, It’ll be fine.”

With that, you step away and walk towards your bedroom. Once you step through the door, the haze returns again, and after what feels like only a few moments, you find yourself stepping out of the shower.

This time, however, the haze didn't even come to mind as you rushed out, unable to wait another moment to see the person waiting for you in the kitchen.

For the first time, your home felt alive and warm. With all the lights on and the smell of browned butter and chocolate, your house felt lived in. And as you step into the living room, you’re left breathless because of the reason why.

Suzy stands by the kitchen counter, hair tied up in a ponytail as she rolls the dough into small tennis balls. She’s changed into a new set of clothes, a dark gray sweater and a pair of black exercise shorts that barely peeked through the bottom of the sweater.

Her lips form a slight pout while she rolls a bit of dough between her hands. Once she was satisfied with the shape, she placed it onto your small kitchen scale, and her smile lit up when the perfect weight appeared on the screen.

You laugh softly to yourself and decide to surprise her. The tile floor muffles your steps before you quickly wrap your arms around her waist and rest your nose on the side of her neck. Much to your surprise, she barely moves and continues rolling the dough into balls, a slight smile on her lips.

“I can smell the citrus shampoo, dummy,” she says as she finishes the final ball of dough. “Now scoot back a little. I have to put this in the oven.”

“Or we could just….” You take the tray and slide it into the oven without moving your arm from her waist.

“You're annoying,” she giggles as you tickle her waist, giving her a gentle kiss on the neck. Her hands grab onto your arm and try to force it away, only for you to hold on even tighter. “Let go already!”

You shake your head against her shoulder and keep your tight hold around her waist. “No.”

“I wanna watch a movie, though,” she pouts. Her arms try to reach under yours as she wriggles in your arms.

“Which one?” Your interest piqued, you stop your relentless assault on her waist and neck.

Suzy thinks about it for a moment. “Let’s watch Titan—” Your fingers run circles around her waist, a gentle suggestion before a long sigh leaves her lips. “You can choose.”

“Really?” you chuckle, bringing your lips to her ear. A gentle breath causes her face to flush a brilliant red, and you pull away to admire your work from behind. “Romeo and Juliet then?”

“Romeo and Juliet. Why would I watch that garb—”

You smile and start tickling her again. For a few moments, her beautiful laugh fills the empty room before she runs out of breath from laughing too much. “Fine. Fine. R-Romeo and Juliet.”

“Perfect.” Your arms unwrap from her waist, and you step away, grabbing the two glasses and the bottle of scotch. “I’ll bring everything over.”

“Okay.” Her voice is soft as she walks towards the living room, but they avoid your gaze.

Once she steps away, you’re left alone with your thoughts and the smell of freshly baked cookies. Three minutes left.

Your fingers tap anxiously on the countertop, and a thought flashes through your mind of having a glass before you watch the movie. Before you grab the bottle, though, you shake off the idea, realizing that it would be empty before the end of the night anyways.

“Scotch and cookies,” you chuckle and reach into your fridge for a carton of milk. As you fill up the mug with milk, a loud ding sounds from the oven.

Beautiful wafts of steam rise from the cookies, and you set them on the countertop, giving them a minute to cool. The buttery smell fills the entire room, and when you look towards the living room, you find Suzy stealing a peek at how they came out.

When you meet her eyes, she quickly looks away and turns on the TV.

“Hurry up! The movie is gonna start without you!” Her back is still turned to you, but you can barely make out the sound of her feet stamping against the sofa.

“Coming!” In a rush, you burn your finger on one of the cookies but still manage to stack them on a small plate.

“Took you long enough,” Suzy grumbles as you walk over to the sofa to set down the cookies and cup of milk. She watches you wince slightly when you try and grab a cookie before grabbing your hand. “Are you okay?” Her hands tightly hold onto yours as she brings it up to her lips.

Your heartbeat slows as you meet her eyes—those entrancing doe eyes that you loved much. Slowly. she brings the burnt end of your finger up to her lips and purses her lips. Her gentle breath feels like a cool breeze that flows through your entire body, and you can feel the tight knot in your stomach unravel.

“Better?”

“Mm, yeah… better.” You swallow a lump in your throat as she lets go of your hand and takes a cookie for you.

“Here.” She places the cookie against your lips. “You made them.” Her head tilts from side to side, waiting for you to take a small bite. “Come on! The movie’s starting.”

You smile and take a small bite. The cookie is soft and gooey with a strong scent of brown butter. A few chews give different flavors of chocolate, toffee, and butter. “Happy now?” you ask, finishing off the bite.

“Very.” She takes a bite of the same cookie before setting it back down on the plate. Her eyes stare at the TV before she leans over and rests her head on your lap. “Wake me up when we get to the good part.”

“What's the good part?” you ask, running your hand through her hair.

“The end.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You pull her up so her head rests on your chest. Your arms then wrap around her waist as you press a gentle kiss to the back of her head. The soft scent of lilacs distracts you from the loud clang of swords coming from the TV.

Moving downward, you kiss on the nape of her neck as she squirms in your arms. A laugh escapes her lips. “I thought we were watching the movie?”

“I am,” you murmur, your focus momentarily shifting to Romeo’s first appearance. A soft scoff before you return your ministrations back to Suzy’s delicate skin. “Now you’re watching? Just because Romeo is on the screen?”

“What can I say? I have an eye for beauty.”

You shake your head but continue resting on her shoulder to watch the movie beside her.

As the movie progressed, however, you realized how pointless watching a film with her in your arms is. Everything about her was horribly distracting. Whether it be her soft curls that brushed against your nose or how her lilac scent seemed to dominate your senses, never giving you more than a few moments of freedom. Nowhere could you find the opportunity to actually focus on the picture.

Eventually, once Romeo enters the party, you find the will to get up and grab a glass of water. “Suj, I’m gonna get some wat–”

“Stay,” she murmurs, her eyes almost closed as she turns to one side. One hand holds onto your shirt, unwilling to let go.

You look down at her sleeping form and heave a long sigh. Fluttering eyelashes, rosy cheeks, pouty lips–you never stood a chance. All you can do is smile as you move her to the most comfortable position on your lap before “What is a Youth” begins. “You almost made it to your favorite part, Suj.” Your voice is wistful, and your hand gently caresses her cheek.

Now, you finally have the chance to watch the movie. Yet, as you watch Romeo meet Juliet’s eyes five years later, something feels different. The magic was gone, or maybe you had finally grown out of these cheesy romance stories.

Most likely, though, as you sat there with Juliet in your arms, you realized that your first love, like all others, was little more than a dream. A dream that was hopeless from the start. And as you look down at her, your hand running through her hair one final time, you take a deep breath, one final attempt to memorize that perfect scent of lilac and gooseberries, only to find yourself more empty than before.

Then everything fades to black. All dreams come to an end.

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Loverboy ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

Pairing: taehyung x reader

AU/Genre: fluff, smut, angst, established relationship

Word Count: 7,177

Warnings: feat. Jimin and Tannie, body insecurity (including some self-deprecation but nothing toooo bad), sexual insecurity, a hint of marriage insecurity, catty coworkers (one who wants your bf! 😠), swearing, social drinking, and explicit sexual content

Sexual warnings: oh where do I start? dom!taehyung, sub!reader, two smut scenes, praise kink, asking for consent, lingerie, foggy glasses, reader is on pill, f*ngering in the kitchen, oral (f.), d*rty talk, making out, tiny bit of breastplay, m*ssonary (legs over shoulders and then around waist), hand holding while c*ming bc I'm a sap, slight begging kink, back kisses, cuddling, taehyung calls oc sl*t once but all other times he is calling her beautiful, baby, etc., lots of neck kisses, oc does her best to initiate, if I have overlooked some my apologies....these are the main ones though.

Now Playing: UP by J. Valentine (thanks to tae's live 😳)

A/N: I've been have crazy tae fever 😅 once again my pwp's turn into fluffy one-shots hahah with smut ofc. Anyway please enjoy 🥰 fyi oc isn't a virgin nor shy generally speaking, but she's nervous about her sexual abilities.

The last ten minutes of work on Fridays are possibly the best moments of your life.

And it’s all thanks to an unspeakably gorgeous man with ruffled ebony hair, perfectly plump cherry lips, and a seductive tiger-like gaze. The faint mole on his nose is wicked cute too and when he puts his reading glasses on–oh fuck.

Of course, you’re referring to your boyfriend, Taehyung. You accidentally bumped into him while he was taking his Pomeranian for a walk four months ago; leading to the messiest (yet cute) first date ever. Now, he and Tannie come over to your apartment every weekend for snuggles under your cozy fleece blankets.

TGIF right?

But while Friday nights typically consist of snuggling with two goofs, it means getting hammered at the bar downtown to your coworkers. You don’t typically take up their invites to join but tonight you were guilt-tripped into it. Something about chumming with the gossipy group rather than being on their blacklist for the seventh rejection in a row was more appealing—they can be a vicious bunch.

Taehyung wasn't off work for another hour or two anyway, leaving you with a decent amount of time to kill. So why not appease the peanut gallery for a few?

“It’s my two-year anniversary with Eun-woo,” one of your coworkers, Ji-won, pipes up after taking a sip of her Cosmopolitan. She swirls the glass in her hand before setting it down on the table. Ji-won works in the finance department and is absolutely gorgeous. Her skin is clear, has honey-colored eyes, and possibly the best body proportions a woman can have. Her personality is no joke either and her laugh? Infectious. Everyone who comes across her either wants to marry her or be her best friend.

The cynical part of you wants to dislike her but it’s impossible–that’s how charismatic she is.

“Oh my god, congratulations babe!” Another coworker of yours reaches over and pulls the woman into a tight squeeze, giggling at the news. Suzy also works in the finance department and the pair are the best of friends. “I can’t believe how well it’s been going between you and Eun-woo! What are you doing to celebrate? You have to tell me!” She grabs her friend's shoulders and shakes her.

Unlike Ji-won, Suzy is much more energetic and eager to know the details of everyone’s lives. Nosy in other words. But despite her invasiveness, she manages to attract a great number of suitors as well; taking nearly half of them home with her every night. Suzy has beautiful bone structure and to get to the point, she’s naturally very sexy.

You don’t feel the same way towards her as you do with Ji-won; you dislike her quite a bit. The main reason is that she has an insane crush on your boyfriend and shamelessly flirts with him whenever he’s around. She’s told you many times before that if anything happened between you two, to let her know. She masks it as a joke to lighten the blow but god, you don’t like calling people a bitch but if the shoe fits.

“We’re taking a short weekend trip to Jeju Island,” you hear Ji-won’s silky voice reply, cheeks growing rosier with each word. “I think he might propose to me but I’m so nervous.” Her fingers move to grip her Cosmopolitan; raising it to her ruby-red lips to take another sip.

“That’s so wonderful,” you start, downing a shot yourself. The burn of the alcohol rolling down the back of your throat serves as an excellent distraction from your personal worries about marriage. You love the idea but would anyone stay with you for life?

Your relationship with Taehyung has been going swimmingly well, with the occasional fight here and there, but you haven’t been together nearly long enough for a proposal to come into the picture. Maybe someday but you can’t afford to jump ahead of yourself.

“Jeju Island will be perfect for you both. You’re like a couple straight from the Hallmark movies,” you continue with an encouraging smile. “You be sure to tell us if he really does propose though. What hint did he give to cause your suspicions?”

Ji-won chuckles and tucks some of her hair behind an ear. “We were packing for the trip last night and I saw him sneak a small jewelry box into his bag. I didn’t say anything because I thought maybe I was seeing things but when I thought about it later, I don’t think I was wrong.”

Once again, Suzy grips the poor woman’s arm to tug it out of excitement. “Please tell me I get to plan the bachelorette party! I’ll hire only the best strippers for you babe, as long as you want them of course. Oh, I’m just so crazy about this! Weddings are my heart and soul!”

After watching the scene unfold in front of you a grimace spreads on your lips. “Weddings are your heart and soul?” you repeat as a question, trying to withhold your judgment. “Last I knew you weren’t the fondest of happily ever afters.”

“That’s a good point!” A fist suddenly pounds on the table. You all look toward the source; your third coworker Mina who’s already borderline drunk. Mina is your IT specialist and after so much HTML and Python, her brain is utterly fried. Similar to you, she started dating someone about six months back except he’s been on an overseas business trip for the past week.

“Suzy,” she points at the woman whose eyes widen at the stark gesture. “You sleep around, right? So __’s right that you don’t actually like fairytale weddings.” Her words slur a bit due to her drunken state.

Across the table, Suzy rolls her eyes and shrugs. “For myself yeah, but not for other people. I’m not against weddings entirely.” She leans towards Ji-won with hopeful eyes. “By the way, if you need help picking out what underwear to bring with you on your trip, just say the word.”

Ji-won’s previous blush returns fourfold at the offer. “Thanks but I have that under control.”

“Oh good,” she praises, waving her margarita around in her hand. “It’d be an atrocity if you didn’t. Lingerie is the cherry on top for keeping your sex life spicy, and if you didn’t have any I’d drag all of us to the store right now. __ agrees with me.” She winks. “Her and Taehyung must have gone through tons of sets by now.”

What. The. Fuck.

When did Ji-won’s potential engagement turn into a poke into your sex life?

You choose to ignore the comment entirely.

Not that she needs to know but you and Taehyung have recently started becoming very active in the bedroom; you're never in the same position twice. Even began getting down and dirty in the back seat of his car (...if he isn’t the biggest experimentalist you’ve dated then you don’t even know your own name).

But while it's been wild in the bedroom, lingerie isn’t an area you’ve explored yet.

You know, it sounds crazy. Surely a couple that's open to a whole list of kinks and positions would dabble in something as basic as lacy underwear.

It's not the case here.

Truth is you're timid of the whole idea; of purposefully seducing someone with your body. Would you be so bold? No, even if you are interested to try it out, you'd shy away within the first ten seconds.

Yes, you've recently become sexually active with your boyfriend but 90% of the time it's him who's doing the initiating. The subtle hand on your thigh or kiss on your neck while you're trying to wash the dishes—he's truly evil with that one.

Not to mention that Taehyung has your clothes ripped off before you can blink so what's the point of buying expensive, itchy lingerie?

Atrocity or not, you have your reasons.

"Well?" The sound of Suzy's nagging tone brings you out of your daze. She stares you down with piercing eyes, demanding a reply.

You merely shrug and take another shot.

Sorry, but you're not really into the whole swapping sex stories with the woman who wants to sleep with your boyfriend.

Suzy gives a small huff when she realizes you aren't talking. "So anyway..." she turns to the other two. "Sex is boring without a proper lace set. Or silk if that's more your thing. I have at least twenty in my draw." She takes the lime from the rim of her glass and plops it into her margarita proudly.

You're mid-eye roll when you hear Mina shouting in agreement. "Hell yeah, it's boring! I just got a new set the other day for a video call I'm having with my boyfriend tomorrow night." A round of oohs is given before she continues. You on the other hand listen intently. "Ever since he's been away in England at his conferences, it's been like a heaven sent to keeping our sex life alive."

Ji-won nods. "I wasn't sure how it would go the first time I wore lace for Eun-woo. Once I did, we never went back. It gave me a sense of power to take the lead too, which most men find really hot. It gets tiring when they have to do all the work all the time."

The girls chuckle together while your mind reels. Taehyung's never had a problem with you being in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants before fucking you silly. But then again, it's not like you've ever asked him.

Your face flushes at the thought—you've never actually asked if he wanted more.

Is he actually happy with the sex?

Should you be doing more for him like wearing lacy underwear or a maid outfit (or whatever's in these days)?

Maybe he isn't satisfied at all but tolerates it because he loves you. Sex isn't the only part that matters in a relationship you know.

Still.

It's an important one.

And if a few pieces of lace are seemingly such a necessity as your coworkers attest...then you're fucked.

Ji-woo places a gentle hand on your shoulder and furrows her eyebrows in concern. "You feeling okay? This is the second time you've zoned out in twenty minutes."

"Oh my god," Suzy gasps, hand covering her mouth. "It makes sense now. You haven't had sex with Taehyung yet have you?!" Her eyes smile at you devilishly as she bites down a grin. This woman seriously needs to get a hobby other than obsessing over your boyfriend.

"Actually," you drawl, scooting your chair backward until you're able to get up. "We have multiple times and we don't plan on stopping. He's coming to my place in an hour or so where he'll gladly fuck me wherever we please. I gotta head out for that now but see you all Monday."

You hurry away from the group as quick as you can, fully aware of their eyes burning holes in the back of your neck and jaws dropping in shock. Why did you say that __? Fuck it.

You feel unwell.

For the next hour and a half, you're restless; pacing around the house in search of meaningless tasks to do. Cleaning usually helps in these situations, though it's proving quite useless this time.

Are you a good sex partner?

Does he secretly wish you'd take the riegns more?

You fluff the living room pillow and toss it on the couch. Stupid. It's all stupid but you can't shake it.

When your boyfriend finally arrives at your place, you take a deep breath before throwing the front door open.

"Hi baby, how was your d—"

As soon as Taehyung strolls inside and sets Tannie down on your apartment floor, you grab the collar of his shirt and press your lips firmly on his. He's surprised at your boldness yet not the slightest disappointed given the hands that smoothly settle around your hips.

"I missed you," you say desperately, walking him back into your kitchen island. Taehyung grunts when the small of his back hits the edge.

"I missed you more."

He shoves his tongue into your mouth, drawing out a sweet moan from your lips. His favorite is when you gasp, hips bucking into his. So with subtle fingers, he untucks your blouse from your pants to trace up the expanse of your back. His cool fingers cause you to shiver as he does this; not because you're chilly but because of the growing anticipation inside you.

As Taehyung runs his large palms up and down your bare back, you card through his soft, fluffy hair. He knows how messed up you enjoy making it. That and it's typically a sign that you're extremely turned on; yearning for him.

He'll gladly take either.

"Oh!" You yelp when he spins you around until it's your back against the counter. An unexpected giggle comes out of you upon seeing his glasses foggy from your mid-make-out session. You do the honors of removing them from his face and carefully set them on the counter. "Hi handsome," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Taehyung lowers his head to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, placing several feather-like kisses along the ridge. "Beautiful," he returns your greeting, smokey eyes lifting back up to meet yours. "Wasn't prepared to be kissed like that."

"Did you like it?" You bite your lip which most definitely does nothing to tame the growing erection in his trousers. Taehyung brings a thumb up to your lower lip and swipes across it lightly before pushing it into your mouth.

"I liked it a little too much." His voice drops a few octaves as he watches you suck on the digit. He'd rather have it be his big cock but it's all about the build-up. "I was trying to be a good boyfriend and ask about your day but all you seem to want is to get dicked down on your kitchen counter. Is that all that's on your mind tonight baby? To spread your legs like a dirty girl?"

You whine and rub your thighs together but he prys them apart with his knee. He then moves to unbutton your pants, watching for a nod in consent.

"Please Tae," you say once he retracts his thumb from your mouth, giving a brief nod. "Been waiting all week for you to touch me."

"Shit." Taehyung makes quick work of your pant button and unfastens the zip. He then dips his fingers into your underwear to glide across your folds. "You want me to touch you here baby? Stick my fingers in you and make you come around them?" He teases, obvious that you're wetter than the Pacific Ocean; you could probably take him all right here and now if he desired.

"Yes, put them in," you beg, bucking your hips into his hand. "Please, can't wait much longer."

He smirks at your neediness and begins to sink two of his fingers into your wet pussy, just the tips. "How's this? Can you come like this? You're so wet I bet you can."

You shake your head, inches from snarling at him. "More. Need your whole finger in me to come. Baby—"

As soon as you drop the 'B' word Taehyung pushes his fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. The loud gasp you let out reminds him of how far his fingers can actually reach; sometimes he forgets how long and slender they are.

His pace is steady from the start, fingers pumping in and out of you as he watches your head fall back further and further in pleasure.

"Fuck," he swears and quickens his speed, curling his fingers to properly stimulate your sweet spot. "I can feel your pussy clenching and throbbing already. Come whenever you want okay?"

"Uh," you answer in a pant, sweat lining across your forehead as your body jerks back and forth.

"Mm that's it," he coos. "Can't even talk can you? That's okay, focus on how my fingers are making you feel. Good right?" He continues thrusting inside of you, loving how you've started riding his fingers in an attempt to make yourself come faster.

"F-feels amazing Tae!" You moan as the peak of your high inches closer and closer. To help get you off, Taehyung circles his thumb over your clit and latches his lips to the side of your neck.

"You wanna come?" He taunts between kisses and you reply with a breathy 'yes'. Taehyung smirks and nibbles on your ear, licking the shell of it a little until finally, you come all over his fingers.

"Such a dirty slut," he says, slipping his fingers out of you and cleaning them off. He kisses you afterward while his hands work to remove your blouse. Once he has the material pushed off your shoulders he kisses a hot trail down to your collarbone.

Taehyung reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra next but then, he feels your body suddenly tense up. It's not a good tense-up either, it's stiff and uncomfortable.

"You okay beautiful?" He stops all movements and puts his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the counter. "Did I go too far? Shit I'm sorry if I did, you can tell me."

You shake your head fervently, rejecting the idea. "No, you didn't do anything." You then glance down at yourself in your plain black underwear; nothing fancy. All at once the conversation with your coworkers floods your thoughts again and you feel silly for letting it consume you but it does, it bothers you.

"Taehyung I—" you choke on your words as you watch your boyfriend's previously playful face turn into one of worry. You glance down at your hands and chuckle, feeling bad that you just ruined the mood. "I really need your dick in me, let's just get back to it." You move to kiss him but he doesn't let you.

"Hold on a second. I know that laugh," he says, looking deep into your eyes. "Something's bothering you."

"Oh no, I was just thinking that you must be really hard right now so—" You wave your hands about but he grasps them into his, softly.

"Stop. My dick can wait. What's going on?"

You sigh and allow your shoulders to slump a little. "Its nothing, Tae."

"Which means it's absolutely something." He takes the initiative to lift you on the counter; into a seated position and you know, you're not getting out of this until you tell him what's up.

A good 30 seconds of silence pass with him patiently waiting for you to say something, anything. Taehyung's about to prod a little more until you blurt it out all at once.

"Am I sexy? I mean, we have sex but are you...satisfied? Are there fantasies you haven't told me yet? And what about lingerie? You know I haven't worn any of that so...am I boring? Is it boring to have sex with me? Because I can wear that stuff if you want...if you like it I mean."

Taehyung's mouth gapes open at you, baffled by what he's just heard. It takes him a few moments to gather his thoughts; the last thing he wants is to be an idiot and reply dumbly.

"I'm sorry," he starts and rubs soothing circles on your hands. "I don't know where to start. Of course, you're sexy, you're my angel. And boring? This coming from the woman who makes me hard just by looking at her?"

"Tae I know that–"

"I love you," he continues. "And I love all the things your pussy does to me. There's nothing you need to do, wear, or say for those to be true. Now who gave you the idea that you're boring? Was it me? Shit, it was me wasn't it?"

"No! It wasn't." Your fingers tighten in his hold, eyebrows raising in slight alarm. "I was out with some girls from work and they said that lingerie is the cherry on top for keeping sex spicy. They also said that sex is boring without it and that a woman should take charge in the bedroom so her partner isn't doing all the work."

"Well, that's bullshit."

"Taehyung! You're not taking this seriously."

"I am baby. I promise I am. But since when did fabric define a healthy, thriving sex life? We fuck all the time without lingerie and last I checked we both come. And you know why? Because we're made for each other and we have really great sex. I'm not one to blab about our sex life to others but if I did, everyone would be jealous. Especially of me, because I'm with a literal angel. So not to belittle your coworkers but they're a little narrow-minded."

The faintest smirk pulls at the corner of your boyfriend's lips as he slowly dances his fingers along your waist. "By the way, I would happily do all the work. I aim to please as you know. And taking charge isn't a problem for you seeing as you practically jumped me two seconds from walking into the door. Poor Tannie is scarred for life now. I think he ran into your bedroom."

"Stop," you allow a chuckle, feeling the tension lighten from his joke. "Tannie's seen a lot worse, I'm sure. He just likes my fluffy comforter. Little dog has high standards just like his daddy."

"It's true, I spoiled him too early." Taehyung's grin spreads like oil across his face and you smile as well, not as wide as his but enough that the mood picks back up. "Back to what we were talking about though. I don't want you to think that you're not giving me enough okay? Maybe for your coworkers, sex is different for them and fair enough, they have their own relationships to maintain. But, as long as you're alright with how we're doing, both in and out of the bedroom, then we're perfectly fine."

"So..." You pause to take in the drastic difference in opinion. "You don't want me to wear a sexy lace set or something? What about a ribboned bodysuit? I've seen those becoming more and more popular because they show–"

"Yes, I–I'm aware of the variety out there." He wets his lips, thumbs pressing into your delicate skin harder. "I won't lie in saying I wouldn't love seeing you in a set or two, but I think it's up to you. Because the only thing I need is for you to be comfortable, whether it's in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats or naked on this countertop. You're stunnimg to me either way because it's you in front of me and no one else."

"I love you Tae," you sigh and lean into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist to bring him near. Naturally, his crotch brushes against yours as he inches to stand between your parted legs. "Wow, you're still hard?" You snort, feeling his very obvious bulge.

Taehyung kisses the top of your head. "Yes, you'll be surprised at how long I can last with a boner."

A week after your conversation with Taehyung and getting possibly the best fuck of your life on your kitchen island, you find yourself at the mall with your favorite pink-haired boy; Park Jimin. You and Jimin have been close since college and when you say there are no secrets between you, you mean it.

Jimin is also a fashion mogul which is why he's insisted he tag along with you on your search for new clothes. Due to the coolness of the season, you're in need of some warm fall clothing. He prefers you look for something from Dior or Chanel but you put a stop to that; your bank account doesn't have the funds to support that joy ride just yet.

"My grandma's sweater looks better." You hear your best friend sass for the twentieth time behind you. "Put it back __."

"No." You throw the hanger with the baby blue cardigan over your arm and continue browsing through the sale rack. "I happen to like this one, you snob."

The man instantly slaps a hand over his heart as if mimicking being shot. "So rude when I'm just trying to save you from a fashion disaster. If my assistance isn't needed then I might as well go over to the men's section and take a look at the new cufflinks I saw on the way in."

You give your eyes a roll and if you did it once more, they'd get stuck up there. "Fine by me, you've been gawking at them the entire time we've been here. I thought you didn't dwell with the commoners Mr. Only-Buys-Designer-Staight-From-The-Runway-Itself."

"Well, what can I say," Jimin snaps and heads for the other side of the store. "We all have faults. It just so happens that my new partner prefers these kinds of cheap renditions over classic Prada cufflinks."

"Aww poor Chim," you holler after him. "Maybe gift him a pair for Christmas to help break him in?"

"Tried that for his birthday and it was a major fail __. But it's all good because I'm saving that gift for someone else."

You freeze at the questionable choice of words. "And who's that?" you ask. Jimin whips his head over a shoulder and smiles sweetly.

"Your boyfriend. Did you forget he also loves designer?"

"Oh yeah, right. Thanks, Jimin." You hold out the baby blue cardigan, observing it once more. Maybe you shouldn't get this? Not that it matters to Taehyung what you wear either but....maybe it does look old ladyish.

"Hey," your best friend strides over to you again with a softened expression. "Everything alright between you two?"

"Everything's great, you just got me thinking of something is all. I recently had a small talk with him last night about, you know, our bedroom situation."

Though your voice is lowered Jimin understands you clearly. You confide in him a lot so of course he knows about all your personal challenges; the ins and outs of you. He's known about your hesitations towards lingerie and intimacy long before Taehyung came into the picture.

"Oh shit," he swears under his breath. "What did he say?"

You proceed to retell him the highlights of last week's conversation; how sensitive Taehyung was to you and how he told you it's up to you if you want to bring lingerie into the mix. Jimin nods along.

"So what about you then? Do you want to explore the endless realm of lacy bodysuits, transparent bras and panty sets, garters, and aisles of naughty roleplay outfits to fulfill your sexual fantasies or no?"

"Damn, no wonder that lingerie store you worked at straight out of college didn't want you to leave. Anyway, I was thinking about giving it a try but I'm still unsure. It's not that I don't want to or that Taehyung's pressuring me–I still just feel really nervous."

"Here's a thought then." Jimin hums aloud. "What if we went to an underwear store and you tried on a few things? You don't have to buy any of it or take any home to show off. It'll be an experiment of sorts."

You ponder the idea and it doesn't sound half bad. Low commitment right?

"Okay. I think there's a Victoria's Secret on the second floor."

"Oh no no," the man shakes his head as if amused by your cuteness. "We're going somewhere a little more special than that."

"Jimin! Help please!" You holler from inside the dressing room of one the poshest boutiques you've been in. Turns out the place you've been dragged to is a high-end underwear store called Delilah's. You were beyond skeptical of the price on your way in but it wasn't horrible.

"Oh my god," Jimin rushes into the stall with you as soon as you call for him. "You look so sexy in this __. Like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped."

"The tiny silk bows on this thing barely cover my nipples." And you're not exaggerating. The set you've opted to try on first is Jimin's pick; a strappy red two-piece with matching garters, silk choker, and bows over both breasts. He says it's supposed to be like a sexy Mrs. Clause but while it's sexy for sure, it's way more revealing than how you'd prefer (at least the first time trying this kind of thing out).

"Turn around," he commands. "You're straps are a little loose."

"I don't think this one fits me Chim. This is obviously meant for a specific body type and it's not mine." You have a hard time staring at yourself in the mirror so you stare down towards the floor instead.

Jimin takes a small breath and turns your shoulders back around so you're facing him again. "This is for anyone who wants to wear it, love. Your body is beautiful and this set looks smashing on you. If it's not your style, no problem, but I won't have you getting down on yourself."

"You're starting to sound like Taehyung now." You give a nervous chuckle and rub your arm.

"If it means you listen to him then good. I'm your best friend and your biggest supporter __ so you know I'll always be honest with you. Now do we not like this because it's not to your taste or is it because you're not good enough for it?"

"Not...my taste," you slowly draw out the words. "Thanks Chim."

"You really mean that?" He straight into your eyes, knowing you have a habit of telling him only what he wants to hear sometimes. You nod.

"Yes, and I was thinking maybe we can keep the color the same but go for something a little tamer?"

"Anything for you, love."

Well, he convinced you to buy the third set you tried on at the boutique. It's a similar shade of red as the first set; the ones with the bows on it, but covers a bit more. Both the bra and panties are strappy and made of sheer, but also have the occasional lace detailing to cover the important parts. A matching red robe made of silk was included in the purchase too.

When you got home, you shoved the set into the back of your drawer, not thinking you'd take it out any time soon.

But alas, you did.

You're now twisting in front of your bedroom mirror with it on, along with the robe which loosely hangs off your shoulder.

"Is this cute?" You ask yourself. "I look kinda different with it on. Maybe I should return it," you continue to talk to yourself in mutters until your bedroom door squeaks open. You jump at the sudden intrusion.

There, sauntering into the bedroom is your boyfriend's dog. Being Friday again, Taehyung and Tannie came over to spend the weekend with you. But while your boyfriend is busy showering in your bathroom, Tannie has decided he wants to make himself cozy on your bed.

"Hi Tan." You crouch down on your knees in front of the pup and give him a few good pat. He yips at you but doesn't move away. "Have you still not made up your mind about me yet? I know I took your daddy away from you so now you don't have him all to yourself anymore but didn't I give you extra treats this morning?"

Tannie's big eyes look up at you and then towards your bed. He then trots over to the edge where his doggie stairs are and uses them to climb up atop the bed. You stand up from your kneeled position and place your hands on your hips.

"Well, I guess you made this place your home huh?" You watch as the little dog spins three times in a circle before plopping down. "Alright, you're too cute to be fake mad at. Since you're here though, maybe you can help me."

You feel utterly stupid for what you're about to do next, yet that feeling doesn't stop you. "What do you think about this new set I got? It's my first one so I'm excited but it looks weird right?"

Tan huffs and stares at you.

"Yeah? It does, doesn't it? You know when I got this I was thinking maybe I could get into it...this whole lingerie thing. And it's sexy, no denying that, but as I told my friend Jimin. It's not meant for my bod–"

Your sentence is abruptly cut off when a pair of hands make their way around your hips. They stay atop your robe yet the burn of your boyfriend's fingers is still fiery hot.

When did he get out of the shower?

Taehyung stands behind you in a pair of silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. His bare chest presses lightly against your back and his wet hair falls messily around his face with a few strands covering his eyes. "Hi," he breathes in a husky tone, right next to your ear. It sends a whole trail of shivers up your spine. "What's not meant for your body, baby?"

In a ball of nervous energy, you move to tug the robe as closed as you can, forcing his fingers to loosen around your body. "Tae! I didn't hear you get out of the shower. I was just talking to Tannie and I-I'm gonna go get changed, now that the bathroom's free."

You'd make a beeline out your bedroom door if it weren't for the arm that snakes around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "Do you have to change? Because I really, really don't want you to. As always I'll let you make your own decisions though..." Evilly, he sweeps your hair all to one side to expose the nape of your neck. He then places a kiss on the sensitive area; too soft, his lips are too soft.

You bite your moan back however, don't meet his question with a response. The thought of opening your robe and showing him the number underneath makes you crazy with arousal. You just wish you didn't have the pesky whisper that tells you that there's nothing to go crazy for after you do.

You're really not trying to be so hard on yourself but can you actually do this? The set is hot, sure, but maybe it was a mistake to g– "Oh Tae, fuck." You gasp when your boyfriend latches his mouth on the side of your neck, sucking on it lewdly. It never fails to send your head backward into his firm chest. Your eyes fall shut to bask in the pleasure. "You're way too good at this," you coo.

Taehyung slowly traces down the fabric of your robe, near the opening. It's a struggle for him not to pull the thin material open. "Can I see?" It's a plead.

You wet your lips and fiddle with the material yourself. "I-I don't know."

"Let me rephrase that." He folds his palms over your fingers and spins you both around so you're able to see each other's reflection in your full-length mirror. "Do you want me to see?" His deep, lusty eyes lock with yours in the glass. Taehyung brings his chin down to your shoulder, resting it there calmly while his grip tightens around you.

He gives you as long as you need to reply.

"...yes," you finally decide, dragging your robe down and off your shoulders. Taehyung groans and kisses your bare shoulder as you cautiously show yourself to him.

"Tan." His voice calls out, more gruff than when he was speaking with you moments ago. "Living room." The little dog's ears perk up and he flees off the bed and out the room.

"Did he really have to go?"

"He's our baby. He can't witness all the nasty things I'm about to do to you. He'll make himself comfy on the couch, don't worry." Your boyfriend runs his hands up your thighs before helping you remove your robe completely. "I haven't said it yet so I'm going to do it now. You look fucking hot in this, like a lucid dream. I don't deserve this, fuck."

"Really?"

His fingers sensually trace your curves, then the thin band of your lace panties. "Yeah, really," he hums and cups your mound. "This color on you is making me insane. I can't decide if I want to take it off or savor it on your body a little longer."

"Tae—mfph!" He doesn't let you finish, preferring to turn you around so he can press his lips on yours. He moves with passion, nipping your bottom lip to sneak his tongue inside. Your moans only grow louder when his grinds his hips into you.

With a gentle pull, Taehyung leads you to the edge of your bed. "Lay down for me, on your stomach."

You do as he says and slide onto your mattress, face down. All your senses tingle at once when you feel his body hovering over you. His legs straddle you from behind as his hands cling to the sheets on either side of you.

"Tae what are you doing?" Your senses heighten, your heart thumping at the inability to see him.

"This," he answers and brings his warm lips to the small of your back. The tiny jolt of surprise doesn't stop him from continuing to kiss up your spine and all the way up between your shoulder blades. He's never kissed you like this before. Your body arches off the bed from the newness and arousal pools between your thighs.

"This feels ni-nice." The broken moan spurs your boyfriend on. He kisses you the same way again, faster. Clearly, wherever your boyfriend's lips touch you, you like it tenfold.

Once he gets back to your shoulder blades Taehyung lifts his head up and unclasps your bra. He then flips you over, gives you a quick peck, and rips the now pesky material off your body.

"I love seeing this on you and I wanted to wait it out some more but I can't do it." He cups the swell of your breasts, squeezing them together while his thumbs fondle your perky nipples. "You look so, so beautiful and I need to make love to you now or I'm going to come in my pants like a teenager." He releases your breasts and mouths at the supple flesh, tongue licking across the peaks.

"Fuck," you moan and sink your fingers into his hair. "I need you too. Please."

Your panties are off before you know it, the cool air hitting your warm pussy. Taehyung spreads your thighs wide open and tells you to keep them there until he gets his own pants and underwear off. He's seconds from putting himself into you when he pauses.

"Can't skip over this can we?" He circles your clit with the pad of his thumb and lowers his head down to your center. "Not that you really need it seeing as you're soaked down here, but I'm a creature of habit." He proceeds to lick up your folds, teasing your clit at the same time.

"Oh, oh my god Tae!" You claw his hair harder and reflexively buck your hips into his mouth, drawing a deep groan from him.

"Shit!" He raises his face from between your thighs with lips already glistening with your arousal. "Maybe I can finish eating you out after I fuck you into the mattress."

You nod your head. "Okay, yeah sure, fuck me. I'm still on the pill."

Taehyung lifts both of your legs over his shoulders and rubs the tip of his cock up and down your entrance. You clench at the teasing. "You are literally going to be the end of me, baby." He thrusts himself all the way into you, bottoming out much quicker than other times.

"Fuuck," you both moan at the stretch. Taehyung's hips snap forward with vigor, his thick length being squeezed by your velvet walls with each push and pull.

"Goddamn, this pussy is too good for me. So hot and tight, shit! You're so beautiful you know that? Everything you are. That's why—it's why it hurt me so much when you asked if I thought you were sexy or boring last week."

Your nails dig into the sheets as you watch the veins protrude from his neck. His eyes, on the other hand, are laser-focused on you.

"Hurt....you?"

"Yes," he affirms, fucking into you faster with hard, controlled thrusts. "Hurt me so much because you're mine and I–fuck I'm gonna come soon!"

I never want you to question how I feel about you. And when you asked me those things, it made my head spin. Our relationship is not all about sex and I thought maybe I was making it seem like that. And now, seeing you in sexy red set gives me such a mindfuck but I don't want you to feel like it's just because of the lace."

"No, no not at all. I don't think any of that because you're perfect to me too Tae. Going out with my coworkers and having that conversation just triggered me. This is all still new to me....us."

"I know." Taehyung unexpectedly stops his movement to lower your legs from his shoulders. He then brings them around his mid-section which you gladly wrap around. "It's new to me too but we're just starting right?" Your hands are intertwined with his when he resumes his previous brutal pace.

"Right," you breathe, fingers gripping his firmer against the mattress "I'm-I'm gonna come baby. It's so close."

"Me too."

You both have your release at the same time, panting like crazy from the post-orgasmic bliss. Taehyung rides both your highs out, then pulls out of you slowly.

"Holy fuck." You're the first to speak. "That damn lingerie really did make our sex better."

"Better?" Taehyung squeaks out. "What do you mean better? Was it not as good before?"

"I'm kidding, however, I do think you were a lot more eager this time. What happened to the whole being able to last with a boner for eternity if you have to speech?"

He breaks out into a cute grin. "I guess I was bullshitting then, lesson learned. Also, even though the lingerie is hot we don't have to keep doing it...I mean if you want to–"

You shut him up with a kiss and snuggle into him. "Maybe we'll try it again. It was kinda fun. Either way, you're right, we don't need it because I love you."

"I love you more. Now how about I fulfill that promise earlier about eating you out?" He jerks back to look at you with a quirked brow.

"Taehyung....we were having a moment."

"Oh shit, sorry. We can keep snuggling, come here beautiful." He pulls you back into himself with a smile.

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