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modernmanblues · 2 years ago

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chances

CH 2: VOGUE PT. I

plot: American photographer Leah Walker is ecstatic when she’s presented with the opportunity to spend the summer of 1975 in Stockport, UK to take photographs of local English groups. Given her history of taking photos of big acts such as The Rolling Stones and The Doors, she is taken by surprise when told that her first clients will be the up and coming Manchester-based group, 10cc, who have kept a low-profile until recently, after gaining worldwide stardom from their hit I’m Not In Love. Leah knows little about the group and gets acquainted fairly quickly, but what she doesn’t know is how much trouble she’s about to get herself into with the group’s beloved lead guitarist, Eric Stewart. She has all summer, come to think of it. The possibilities are endless.

themes: playfulness, hothead Stewart, insinuating rivalry between group members, flirting, some fluff

a/n: I am dividing this chapter in two parts, with the latter being where most of the action happens. I've decided to do this because honestly, I've been going through severe writer's block and running out of tasty ideas. Not to worry, they'll come to me in part two.

“Hi..you alright, beautiful?”

“Should we get on with it, then?” Eric poses the question to the group, exchanging dazed looks with his mates fishing for a response.

“What’s that?” Lol sounds oblivious, furrowing his brows at Eric.

“Are you daft, Laurence?! The photoshoot, man!” Eric responds matter-of-factly, sounding slightly irritable.

“Just asking a simple question, Stewart. No need to be ornery..Christ. And stop calling me Laurence! You know I don’t like being called that!” Lol exclaims in an aggravated tone. He rolls his eyes in dismay at Eric’s sarcastic remark.

Eric glares at Lol, his face turning a slight serosanguineous color. “You know what, I’ve got a good mind to thum-”

There is increased tension in Eric’s tone. I find myself growing slightly aggravated at this somewhat hostile interaction. I decide to interject.

“Okay, that’s enough!” My command is solid and firm, “why don’t we just get this over with? We’re wasting valuable time and I’d hate to keep you all here longer than you need to. You can reconcile your differences once we’re through here.”

The four men crane their heads toward me, gaping at me and seemingly flabbergasted by my audacity. We all stand in momentary silence, exchanging dumbfounded looks. I glare at each of them, feeling some convection of heat in my face. I’m feeling irritable at the moment. I will NOT be babysitting a bunch of grown men.

Eric takes a stride towards me with swagger, something I have been keenly observing. He smirks at me, his eyes adhered to mine. A little deviant. This one’s going to be trouble, I can tell already.

I stand with my arms crossed and head turned to the side, avoiding his gaze to my aggravation. Eric is standing just inches away from my face. I take in his body heat as he firmly clasps his hands on my shoulders. He places a finger under my chin, gently shifting my head to face him. He searches my eyes with his and succeeds.

“Hi..you alright, beautiful?” His boyish smile instantly remedies my temper. A lump travels down my throat as I shudder under his gaze.

Beautiful? Oh he’s funny..he thinks he can just sweet talk his way out of this. However, I’d be lying if I said this term of endearment coming from him didn’t have an effect on me.

“Yes. I’m fine, Eric. Now can we please get started?” My voice cracks as I attempt to control the mild fluttering in my stomach. Tension leaves my face as I meet his gaze.

“There, there now..this is just how the lads and I talk to each other sometimes. Sorry, did we frighten you?” His tone is reassuring. Like a clairvoyant with a keen ability to tap into human emotion, it seems as though he can read this tense feeling I’m having at the moment. He remedies my affliction by gently rubbing my upper arms, and as he does this I feel tension gradually exiting every inch of my body. His touch is soothing, and I’m finding it difficult to resist sinking into his arms yet I somehow manage to maintain integrity.

I peel away from Eric’s hold. I strive to maintain composure. I shut my eyes momentarily, running my fingers through my hair. I inhale deeply and exhale–one slowed, controlled, meaningful breath. I bring my hands together and smile broadly at the men as I collect my thoughts.

“Now, are we ready for some nice pictures, fellas?” I glance at Eric. He smiles at me timidly, like a school-aged child who’s just received a wholehearted compliment from his teacher for the first time.

“Absolutely!”

“I was born ready!”

“I didn’t dress to kill today for no reason now, did I?

“I have been looking forward to this all day.”

They strike me with their commentaries in a rapid-fire fashion. Listening to them rave about the photoshoot with such enthusiasm overwhelms me with joy. My mood is uplifted, considering how irritable I was just moments ago. I smile at the men gleefully as I listen to their banter about how one is perhaps the best dressed for the occasion–an amusing interaction to say the least.

“Oi, lads! Before we get started, I suppose we should get better acquainted with our lovely photographer. After all, she still is very much a stranger to us.” Lol says this matter-of-factly, darting his head towards me. His face brightens as he grins at me widely.

“An interrogation.” Eric shoots a glance at me from the corner of his eye, smirking.

An interrogation?! Well I certainly did not sign up for this..

“Lol’s right you know. I think it’s only fair that we get to know a bit more about..you. If that’s alright with you, of course.” Eric places emphasis on the word you. I feel as though he’s prodding me on purpose, and he’s found the perfect opportunity for me to be vulnerable and be an open book to them..to him. I certainly could be overanalyzing his intentions, and my thought process may even be a bit delusional, but a girl can only speculate. What baffles me most is why these men seem invested in scrutinizing my rather uneventful life story. Whatever the reason is beyond me, but I feel obligated to feed their curiosity now that they’ve opened up this portal.

“Very well then. Shall we take this discussion somewhere more..private, if you will? I prefer that my personal business be discussed just amongst us and not with the rest of the world.” I demand an accommodation since they’ve so graciously requested to know the details about my parody of a life.

“Of course, of course! Anything for you, love.” Eric glances at me, he is beaming with boyish allure that’s gradually growing on me. Charming.

“Right this way, come with me.” He leads the way into a small, secluded section in the rehearsal room. The rest of us follow him like a parade of baby geese following their mother.

I quickly study the area. From first glance, the area looks neat, organized and free of clutter–surprising, considering this is practically a playground for young musicians that presumably indulge in some raucous behavior in their spare time. Oddly enough, I feel proud of them for keeping this place in pristine condition. Minimal furniture present–I note the bright red, horseshoe-shaped sectional and the large black round coffee table stationed in the middle. I turn my attention to the two clear ashtrays, a couple half empty bottles of scotch, the open box of Winstons and four diamond-cut whiskey glasses sitting on top. Rockstars by trade.

“Please have a seat.” Eric pulls up the hem of his denim jeans before sinking into the sofa. The three others follow suit and sit to his right.

I want to maintain professional boundaries. They sit on one end of the sofa while I settle myself on the opposite end. With the coffee table separating me and the men, I feel that this is a comfortable distance. For some odd reason, I feel like I’m at a job interview–this is almost reminiscent to the day I sat to interview with Dan for this job 5 years ago. Only difference was we were seated in the two suede love seats he had in his office–I should say has because he still has them things in there.

“Lovely studio, by the way. It’s nice to know you crazy kids are able to keep this place up despite all your antics.” I say this jokingly of course. The American in me all too often resorts to sarcasm as a way to break tension–at times a strength, other times a weakness.

Graham chuckles, glancing at me with sleepy eyes. A tiny smile interrupts his blunted expression. I am just now noticing his lengthy eyelashes. They complement those dreamy, dark brown eyes of his. Oh he’s gorgeous. His dreamy eyes, his slick, black curls, his slim figure, his nonchalant demeanor–he is every photographer’s dream, I think he’d do well as a fashion model in my honest opinion.

“Mm..yes. Eric and I are keen on orderliness and unfortunately, we’ve had to constantly keep up with the mess that these two lunatics make.” Graham is matter-of-fact, glaring at Kevin and Lol.

“Right. And we’re not going to repeat the story of how they left this place in shambles last week after play fighting with string cheese and meat pies. Looked like a tornado tore this place apart..empty beer bottles, meat pie remnants, traces of cheese and shaving cream all over the damn floor. Man was it a sight! You just had to be there.” Eric tuts. He narrows his eyes at Kevin and Lol, shaking his head in dismay, “Graham and I are always babysitting these two fools.”

“Oi! We did too clean up after ourselves, Eric!” Lol sounds like an exasperated young child who’s just been scolded by his mother for misbehaving.

“We were tired and we were bored out of our minds so we wanted to have a bit of fun. Lol and I had our thrill, but I can assure everyone here that we enjoyed responsibly by cleaning up our own mess, otherwise we wouldn’t have heard the end of it from Susie Day over here.” Kevin rolls his eyes at Eric.

“Sod off, Godley! You’re not any better than Lol and you know it! In fact, you’re far worse sometimes!” Eric scoffs at Kevin’s tongue-in-cheek remark.

Eric swipes the box of Winstons from the coffee table. He slides a cigarette out from the box and a lighter from his jean pocket, then anchors the cigarettes between his lips. He quickly produces a tiny flame with one effortless flick of the sparkwheel with his expert thumb. He leans his head into the flame to burn the tobacco. He takes a puff from the cigarette, then exhales a steady stream of smoke into the studio air.

Eric leans his cigarette against an ash tray and presents me the small carton, smirking at me. “Would you like one?”

He rises from the sofa and takes a stroll towards me and introduces the small carton of pure nicotine to me. I stare into the box mindlessly. Cancer sticks. I have never had a single cigarette in my life, but today I’m feeling bold.

“I would love one, thank you Mr. Eric.”

I withdraw a cigarette from the box and he ignites a flame with his lighter once again. I lean my cigarette into it, locking eyes with him. He smiles at me timidly. I study his eyes–they’re a gorgeous light brown color. I take note of how they glisten when the light hits them from the perfect angle. His partially disheveled hair suits him well–it enhances his attractiveness. His curtain bangs fall perfectly over the corners of his eyes, just enough that I can still catch a glimpse of them. The subtle rose color that blush his cheeks is becoming more prominent as he takes in the mild heat from my cigarette. He is breathtakingly gorgeous and undeniably photogenic. He is a model client, and one that photographers would absolutely rave about. Rare beauty as we like to call it.

As a photographer, the skill of ascertaining beauty in certain individuals makes me sound superficial and perhaps even biased, but indeed it is a skill that is core to the profession and one that requires a lot of time and patience to master. Of note, there’s a kind of beauty that appeals to me. The ability to identify this type of beauty is a skill I’ve acquired as a novice photographer–most consider me seasoned at this point in my career, but frankly speaking, I consider myself a novice. I have much to learn still.

I take a hit off my cigarette then crane my head up to face Eric. I expel a cloud of smoke into his face, smirking at him. I feel like playing a little game with you, Mr. Stewart. His face grows more smug as the traveling smolder gently collides into his face.

“Rookie.” He raises an eyebrow at me, maintaining his smug expression. He looks rather sultry.

“Is that a compliment or an insult, Mr. Stewart?” I gaze up at him, smiling broadly, “you may choose to answer that only after everyone else is through with their questions. Now, would you please be seated? I believe you and your mates had some inquiries about me?” My tone is direct. Of course, this is not my first rodeo and providing redirection is an art that I seem to have acquired naturally as a photographer.

Giving direction is a constant struggle for us photographers, especially when working with unhinged rockstars. I’m still trying to gauge these ones, however. I can’t quite tell just yet whether or not they’ll be trouble, the lot of them.

“So bossy..” Eric playfully rolls his eyes, shaking his head. He turns around to tread back over to the sofa and sinks into the cushioned furnishing.

Eric takes his partially burned cigarette then anchors it between his fingers. He takes a hit off it then leans it back against the ashtray. He leans over the coffee table, sliding over one of the whiskey glasses closer to him. He proceeds to swipe the bottle of scotch and unscrews the top then pours some of the liquor into his glass, about a shot’s worth so it appears. After pouring his desired amount of beverage, he glances at me from the corner of his eye. The look he keeps giving me is rather alluring, if I didn’t have any self-control I’d be swooning.

“Care for some scotch, hm?” Eric raises an eyebrow at me, his tone seemingly coaxing me to agree to the offer.

“Oh that sounds lovely. I would love some, please.” My smile is demure. He and the rest of the group have been more than accommodating to me thus far, it’s overwhelming to say the least.

Eric pours a shot’s worth of liquor into a whiskey glass and delivers the glass to me.

I look up at him with an infectious smile.

“A gentleman and a scholar.” I lean my cigarette against the ashtray and proceed to steal the glass from him, then raise it as if making a congratulatory toast. I take a sip of the alcohol.

He slides back into the sofa. Raising his glass, he smiles broadly at me.

“And a woman with class.” he winks at me as he takes a sip of his beverage.

That fluttering sensation in my stomach is back. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I feel the temperature in my cheeks rise gradually.

“Well, lads? Questions? For the lady?” Lol inquires the group, raising his brows as he glances at his peers.

“Where in America are you from, exactly?” Graham bravely initiates the query.

“Brooklyn. New York.”

“Is that right? I heard only the best tasting pizza in the world comes from New York.” Eric is quick with his remark.

“Why’s it always about food with you, Stewart?” Kevin scoffs, rolling his eyes at Eric.

“Do you always have to be so-”

“Next question, please!” I interject before any bickering ensues.

“Oh yes, do you have a favor-”

“What makes you happy?” Eric interjects Lol, locking eyes with me.

A lump travels down my throat. I drag my hand across the sofa deliberately, feeling its soft, velvety texture to ease my nerves. I take another sip of liquor. I smile at him genially.

“My family. My work family. My friends. Photography..my clients. They make me happy. I get to capture people’s most candid moments. And what I see in them..I see passion, devotion and at times even frustration. But that right there is the very thing that lured me into photography. People allow me to capture their most vulnerable moments. That’s what I love most about my profession and to see that side of people is what makes me happy.” That was perhaps a little more than what needed to be said but it was a well thought out response, in my opinion.

“That sounds lovely.” Eric gives me a boyish smile. He has not peeled his gaze off me.

“And what about you, Mr. Stewart? What makes you happy?”

He sits in silence for a moment while he takes a sip of liquor.

“Well I do fancy what I do around here in the studio and being in the company of these three hooligans. There’s never a dull moment.” Eric playfully nudges Lol.

I chuckle at Eric’s response. He maintains a fixed gaze on me as he takes another sip of liquor. It seems as though this entire interaction has grossly been about us, with the other three men being our fervent audience.

“Now, what’s all this about?” Jonathan appears unexpectedly. His tone is scornful.

“Jonathan darlin’, we were just wanting to get to know the girl! She’s been such a delight to have around.” Lol grins brightly at Jonathan.

“Fraternizing with the photographer, eh?” Jonathan shoots his eyes at me, giving me a smoldering look, “might I suggest that you youngsters continue this little hubbub after you’re through with the shoot? It’s getting a bit late, lads.” Jonathan shifts to a more father-like tone.

The men collectively sigh and grumble indistinctly, seemingly disapproving of Jonathan’s suggestion.

Eric cranes his head towards me, ogling me from head to toe, “I suppose.”

“Alright fellas, who’s ready for some candid shots?”

“Me! Me! Me!” Kevin and Lol frantically wave an arm up in the air like school-aged children desperate to answer the teacher’s question.

“Ma’am, I am ready for my beauty shots.” Eric proclaims, striking multiple ridiculous poses.

I giggle at his playfulness. “Fine. Let’s get on with this finally, shall we?”

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casspurrjoybell-18 · 7 months ago

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Worthless - Chapter 24 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Asher

Our feelings were known, moving freely through our link but it was more than that. It wasn't just the pack link, it was the bond between mates. My mind went back to one of the times Kade had tried to teach me about mates, about how at times they felt like one being. I finally understood what he meant. Alpha Eric laid out his proposal, the others periodically chiming in with suggestions. Soon enough, we had a solid outline. They believed Murphy was already prepared or he wouldn't have called. He was expected to attack sometime in the next few days.

Alpha Eric wanted to take the fight to him but first, he wanted to call the neighboring packs to see if they would help. As the sun began to set and the meeting came to a close, Eric did just that. We were with him as he held a group call with Alpha Viren of the Lindencross Pack, Alpha Irene of the Crowshaw Pack and Alpha Kalis of the Quinto Pack. They were the closest to us but it was still iffy if they would even get here in time. Murphy could attack at any moment. Even so, they all promised to send warriors and help in whatever way they could. I think knowing that eased a lot of the pack's concerns. Everyone was tense, waiting for any indication that the attack was underway.

Most of the pack stayed at the pack-house, only a few going back to their homes if they lived close by. Many stayed outside in wolf form, partly guarding and partly to be ready if Murphy attacked. Though I was uneasy, I was happy to go to bed beside Kade. As soon as we stepped in the bedroom, which he made sure to correct me as ours, my shoulders sagged. The room was no longer filled with just Kade's scent but a mixture of both of ours. It made me happy. It was as if it was proof of our love in some way.

"I understand, love," Kade chuckled, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

My cheeks heated up as I leaned against him.

'I love you, Kade.'

"I love you too, Asher," he said before kissing my temple.

He let go of me so he could start undressing me. Though I could do it myself, I knew he enjoyed taking care of me so I let him do as he pleased. He picked me out a pair of clean shorts and pants for him then lead me into the bathroom. He turned on the water, waiting for it to heat and motioned me inside. He stripped and joined me in the shower cubicle. We began to wash each other, nothing sexual about it.

The act was relaxing and we both got out feeling refreshed but also tired. I fell onto the bed with a sigh, drawing out a chuckle from Kade. I smiled up at him and held out my hand, beckoning him. Warmth flooded his eyes and he did as I wanted. My body molded against his, our breathing almost instantly syncing. He ran his fingers through my hair and soon enough I was asleep.

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I woke up to howls, adrenaline flooding my veins as I realized Kade wasn't beside me. I sat up, my eyes whipping back and forth as I searched the bedroom. Racing to the closet, I quickly threw on some clothes. My breath sputtered as I ran out of the room, people moving all around me. They were scared. The children had an expression of confused terror as they were led to the safe room. I rushed paced them, looking for Kade. I almost ran into him as I turned the corner. He caught me before I could lose my balance, a look of worry on his face.

"Asher, please go to the safe room."

'Where's Riley and Fallon?'

"They're already inside. I made sure to find them and take them there. Please, do as I say and go straight there."

I nodded, kissing him before I turned and hurried in the direction of the safe room. I heard his hurried steps going in the opposite direction and sighed. He would be alright. My mate will return victorious.

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tardisnerdynerd · 10 months ago

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Out of the Garden: Into the Field

part 1

Part 1:

Eric and I had gotten used to Agent Spruce, he’d been our Handler since we graduated and the months after felt easy. He called us to his office like he’d done many times before, we figured we had a mission. “Lily, Eric, glad you made it. Listen, I have to go out of the country, I can’t say much more on the matter as it is classified. Another Agent will act as your Handler while I’m gone, I believe you’re familiar with Agent Basil?” Spruce said. “Our old science teacher?” Eric asked, surprised as I was to see our Professor from college standing in the doorway. “Nice to see you two again as well.” Basil said. “I’ll leave you to it, lock up when you leave, will you Basil?” Spruce said, tossing him the keys to the place on the way out. Basil had barely caught them and had turned to say something but Spruce was already quickly walking away.

“So, Basil, what’s our mission?” I asked. “It’s Agent Basil, you ought to know that by now.” He sighed. “Yeah, I was just trying it out, felt wrong, won’t happen again.” I replied. “I’m honestly not entirely sure the nature of your mission yet. Rose told me an Agent would drop off a file but I haven’t seen them yet.” Basil said.

We waited and not too long, but long enough to be awkward, a woman entered the office with a folder. She walked over and handed it to Agent Basil. “Nice to see you again Basil, kind of a grim case so I hope everyone is up for it.” She said. “They will be, no need to worry Agent Pine.” Basil replied. Agent Pine looked at us again. “Good luck.” She said, giving us a thumbs up before leaving.

We waited, Eric began tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. I took his hand in mine to keep him from annoying our teacher. I ran a thumb over the back of his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back, I felt like I could see the love in his eyes. Punctuating that feeling he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Agent Basil closed the folder. “Pine was right about this being a bit grim. Agent Lavender is believed to be dead.” He said. “Did you know her?” Eric asked. “Not very well.” Agent Basil answered. We all were quiet a moment.

“Is there evidence?” I asked. “Not much, just a large pool of blood in her living room. All the doors and windows were locked. No one should’ve known where she was.” Agent Basil answered. “Was she on a mission?” I asked. “I’m not at liberty to tell you the nature of it but yes she was on mission last anyone heard from her.” He answered. “We have a possible motive then.” I pointed out. “Yes, I believe we also have a potential suspect for you to stake out as well, be sure to check his apartment too.” He said, handing me a piece of paper.

There was a black and white photo of a man in his thirties, said he worked in construction and had known ties to an enemy organization in the area. Eric read it with me, huddled close. The two of us got up at the same time, hands still clasped together. “Is there anything else you can tell us?” I asked. “Not at the moment. Dismissed.” Agent Basil answered, reminding me of school. Eric and I left the building and went to follow the lead we’d been given.

“That was weird.” Eric said. I nodded, checking both sides before we crossed the street. We made it to the other side before the light changed. It wasn’t long until we were across the street from the apartment we were staking out. The two of us walked down the street and lingered in the middle. We turned towards each other, I fixed Eric’s lucky hat to hide his face better. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” He said. I blushed a bit but didn’t reply, eyes glued to the target.

We stood there a bit longer and then we walked around the block. We made various excuses to stop, such as him going to get us both some pizza, or me accidentally dropping my hair tie and looking for it. We sat on a bench, I put my head on Eric’s shoulder. He put an arm around me and rubbed the upper part of my arm to keep me warm. The coke winter air nearly put me to sleep a few times before I succumbed to my tiredness.

In the morning Eric gently woke me up, shaking me slightly. “Hey, morning.” He said. “Were you up all night?” I asked. “No biggie.” He answered. “It is, you need to sleep too.” I replied. He yawned. “Fine, only a few hours though, then we go check in with Professor Basil.” He said before quickly falling asleep. I texted our teacher and let him know we hadn’t seen anyone come or go from the building.

#writing #OutoftheGarden #OutoftheGardenIntotheField #Code of the Flowers #Code of the Flowers Book Series #Code of the Flowers Prequel

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mackjlee9 · 2 years ago

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Hasegawa Langa x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Requested by Kendall_leonard on Wattpad.

Warning; classroom sex, creampie, rimming, dumbification, feminization, use of the word pussy.

Masterlist.

Oh, my hand is better now, my fingers are still a little numb but the pain is gone :)

With the annual culture festival coming up, every class was busy selecting what they were going to do. (M/n)'s class wasn't an exception. But their theme was already chosen.

They'll be doing a play, what it was going to be had yet to be discussed. He didn't care much about it, as long as he doesn't have to play a major role in it. He was more interested in whatever Langa's class was going to be doing.

At the end of the day, the trio, Langa, Reki, and he walked together on their way home, and (h/c) haired male decided to ask them what they'll be doing for their class.

"So... what is your class' theme for the festival?" Both males next to him blushed and avoided looking him in the eyes. (M/n) looked left at Reki and right at Langa, both had the same expression on their faces and were stuttering.

"A... c-café...?" Reki ended up saying with a shaky voice, to which Langa just nodded in agreement, completely silent. (M/n) stated at them, but just shrugged and changed the subject.

He was going to check their café after the play was over.

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The following day, the first hour of the morning, (M/n) took his place as class rep, and walked to the front, he wrote the name of the play they were going to act on and listed down the characters.

The Little Mermaid, read on the board.

"Okay, we have to pick the princess... who's gonna be Ariel? Any suggestions?" None of the girls raised their hands, and instead, some boys gave suggestions as to who it could be.

Like that, every character was picked. And unfortunately, (M/n) got the role of Prince Eric.

Well, they had almost a month to prepare for it.

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Weeks went by flying, and it was already the day of the festival. His class got dressed and ready, as relaxed as they could, and started their play.

He didn't see Langa or Reki in the audience, which meant they were busy with his café, so as they were done, he changed into his gym uniform and ran towards Langa's class. There was quite a line when he got there, but he patiently waited.

When he reached the door, he realized two things. One, the butler at the entrance was a girl, and two, the sign above the door said 'Crossdressing Maid Café'. Well, that explained why Langa and Reki were so flustered about telling him what their class was gonna do.

He entered the room, and was guided to an empty table, he looked around trying to find a light-blue-haired boyfriend, or at least his redheaded best friend, but they were nowhere in sight.

He sighed, and picked up the menu, reading over and deciding what to pick.

"H-hello, master... I-I'll be your designated m-maid..." a quiet voice he knew quite well reached his ears, and he looked up.

His breath hitched, his stomach tingling and goosebumps showing on his skin when a shiver ran down his spine.

The maid dress Langa was wearing was a little short for him since he was one of the tallest in his class, the headpiece he had on made him look even better, and (M/n) was having a hard time holding back.

"M-master...?" Langa's shy voice made him snap out of his daydreaming state, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "What are you go-gonna order?"

"Uh... I don't know, whatever is fine, I guess." Langa just nodded, knowing exactly what he was gonna give to his boyfriend, and he turned around with a small smile.

The next ten minutes he spent there, (M/n)'s eyes couldn't help but follow Langa everywhere he went, frowning at the squeals of the girls from other classes whenever he walked by. But, he already had to leave the classroom, but before that, he called Langa over and made the male lean over enough for him to whisper something in his ear.

"I'll be waiting for you until your break starts, okay?" Langa blushed but nodded and he bowed towards (M/n) as a goodbye.

The (h/c) haired male waited right outside Langa's classroom, standing next to a window as he watched people walk by him, he only waited for almost ten minutes, and thankfully, he saw Langa walking out still wearing his maid.

"Sorry, I have to go back in fifteen minutes, so they didn't let me change," he whined looking down after he stopped in front of (M/n).

Even if they didn't have much time left (M/n) was thankful that Langa didn't change clothes, he had been feeling quite... horny for the past twenty minutes, so he knew it'll just take a few minutes.

He smirked and held Langa's hand, rushing down the hall and to his classroom. On the way, he felt inside his uniform pocket and he cheered to himself when he felt the keys there.

(M/n) dragged Langa inside and closed the door behind him, locking it and making sure the other door was also closed, it was, so he went back to Langa who walked to his desk and sat on it. The light-blue-haired male stared at him with an innocent look in his eyes, but it turned into a nervous one when he noticed the lustful look in his (e/c) eyes.

"(M/n), what-?" Langa couldn't finish his sentence, (M/n) slipped a hand under his thigh and lifted it to his waist, holding him by the back of his neck as he leaned down. Langa had to place both hands behind him to prevent falling off, and the next thing he felt was (M/n)'s lips on his, soon pushing his warm tongue in.

Langa couldn't help but whimper at the intense feeling (M/n)'s kiss sent through his mind and body.

"I'm sorry, Langa, but... fuck, you look so good in that outfit," he muttered against the male's lips, his hand reaching for his underwear and pulling it off his body. Langa was left gasping on the desk, his legs spread open, one of them bent on the desk, exposing his half-hard cock and twitching entrance.

Kneeling on the ground, (M/n) gripped tightly onto Langa's thighs, dragging him closer to the edge of the desk and going down between his milky thighs.

"Try not to be too loud, or we'll get caught," he muttered with a smirk before putting his tongue to work. He licked all around his rim, teasing him with just the tip of his tongue. Langa pressed his hand over his mouth, eyes gathering tears at such a light stimulation. He let out whimpers, his legs shaking as they struggled to stay spread open, but the urge to wrap them around (M/n)'s head was too strong, and the moment his tongue was inside him, his light-blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, he moved his hand away to grip tightly onto the desk as he closed his twitching legs around (M/n)'s head.

(M/n) looked up, groaning at the mess he made of Langa when he barely even did anything to him. His cum dripped down his thighs, and backing away to take a breath, (M/n) licked it off his skin before it fell on the floor.

Standing up, (M/n) held Langa's waist and brought him closer to his body, making him get off the desk, keeping a hand behind him on the desk while the other one reached to hold onto (M/n)'s shoulder.

"Turn around," he muttered against Langa's lips, the male nodding and slowly turning around, whimpering when he felt (M/n)'s erection pressing against his ass. He lifted Langa's skirt, caressing the pale skin of his hips, holding him a little bit tighter as he started humping him, clenching his jaw when the thought of fucking Langa while in a maid outfit crossed his mind, "Fuck, I can't hold back any longer..."

Hurrying to take his erection out, he pressed the wet tip against Langa's entrance, the male biting his lip as he felt (M/n)'s cock entering him.

Langa's legs trembled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his hands gripping tightly onto the desk, shivers running down his spine when he heard (M/n)'s satisfied groans, feeling every inch of his throbbing cock stretching his insides.

"Look at you, princess, taking my cock in your tight pussy," biting his bottom, Langa let out a choked moan when (M/n) moved his hips, thrusting deep inside him, his cock pulsing as it started leaking pre-cum, and for a split second, he remembered that he was wearing clothes that didn't belong to him.

"W-wait, the maid is go-gonna get... dirty~" he whispered in between whines while glancing back with glossy eyes, (M/n) slowed down the rhythm of his thrusts, and smirked, leaning closer to Langa's ear.

"Well, you're gonna have to hold it up, princess," (M/n) reached the front part of the skirt and held it up with his index and thumb, waiting for Langa to do it instead. The blue-haired male hesitated for a moment before grabbing it with both hands, leaving his red cock in plain sight, "Good girl~"

Langa let out a short but loud moan after those words, his body being held tightly by (M/n) who had started pounding his warm insides, stretching his walls, and hitting his prostate with every move. Langa's mouth was wide open, ragged breaths getting out of him, his eyes clouded with pleasure and crossing momentarily before rolling into the back of his head yet again.

It was so good, (M/n) knew exactly how to fuck him to make his knees weak, how to make him cum untouched, and how to make him moan like a whore, but sometimes, when his mind was too dumb on pleasure, he was unable to say a word, only heavy panting left his mouth as his tongue slightly poked out.

He was already so close to cumming, and his break was about to be over, "(M/n)- please-" moaning next to his ear, (M/n) took a deep breath, his fingers gripping tight on Langa's hips, his pale skin was surely gonna have bruises in a couple of hours, but it's not like any of the really cared about that.

"I know, I'm... gonna cum too, baby," clenching his jaw, (M/n) sped up his thrusts as they were getting sloppier by the second, a deep groan resonated in his chest when he came, Langa let out a high-pitched whine as his cum spurted out of his cock.

They took a few deep breaths to calm themselves before (M/n) pulled out, and Langa felt his cum slowly dripping out of his gaping hole.

"Is the maid dirty?" Langa looked down and checked the skirt before shaking his head no in response, quietly whining when he realized what did get dirty.

"But... I dirtied your desk..."

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years ago

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Morning sex with The Boyz

The Boyz Masterlist Group Masterlist

Not requested but wanted to write something for myself after my week

Sangyeon:

The gentle touch on your waist had shifted slightly, finding it’s way under your sleep shirt to draw shapes on the skin. Sangyeon knew you were awake, he could tell by the way your breath hitched at his actions. So it only egged him on further.

Sangyeon’s lips found your neck and that was when you melted into his touch. Appreciating the affection so early in the morning, especially as his fingers inched down and under the edge of your underwear. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” You sighed between the kisses being placed on your neck. You could feel him smile against your skin before simply chuckling. His hand now cupping your core teasingly.

“I missed you while I was sleeping.” You could feel his hard on poking your side as he spoke. You couldn’t help but laugh, turning around to fully face him and taking the advantage to slip your own hand into his underwear. Stroking him gently, you watched his eyes flutter shut and he let out a sigh.

“Seems like you missed me too.”

Jacob:

You watched as a soft smile pulled over his lips as you traced them. Truth be told you couldn’t help yourself, Jacob was beautiful in all ways and you loved admiring him. His eyes opened slowly, gracing you with that beautiful expression of his.

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you so that you were now comfortably on top of him. “Admiring you.” You said softly, your fingers moving gently from his lips, down to his bare chest. Your body moved down slowly, kissing the exposed skin where ever you could. Down his chest and abs only to look up at him as you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes were hooded with sleep but that smile was unmissable.

“Admiring me? I should be the one admiring you.” His voice was still very filled with sleep, even as you pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs. Jacob couldn’t take his eyes off of you, not as you took his half hard cock into your mouth and especially not as you looked back up at him.

“Why don’t you turn around so that I can admire you at the same time?”

Younghoon:

Moments like this, they were rare. Moments where you both had enough energy to start the day like this. Younghoon’s face was burried in the crook of your neck and his arms were wrapped around you, hips rocking into yours gently.

“Younghoon-” Your voice was barely a whisper, sleep still having some effect on you even in current events. He picked up his pace, moving his hand to lace his fingers with yours and pin your hands over your head. He looked at you, puppy dog eyes taking in your expression and admiring how pretty you were to him like this.

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, hips nearly stilling completely. He wanted this morning to last because well, moments like I said before moments like this were fleeting. He leaned down and connected your lips as you pulled him even closer with your legs.

“This is a really good morning.”

Hyunjae:

Hyunjae had felt you straddle him as he was inbetween consciousness and sleep. But the comfortable weight of you on him was enough to make him open his eyes. However the sight he saw when he did was enough to make him open his eyes wide.

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be seducing me like this?” He asked and you started laughing, looking down at your appearance. “It’s just your shirt.” You remarked, leaning forward to kiss him. He graciously accepted the kiss, hands coming up to grab your ass roughly. As he did so he dragged the fabric up, pulling it all the way up and off of you. You sat back up after that, allowing him to take a good look at your bare upper half.

Hyunjae sat up too, pressing his chest to yours and kissing you way harsher than before. You took advantage of this, using his shoulders for leverage to grind down on his very fast appearing bulge.

“Nevermind, it’s definitely not too early for this.”

Juyeon:

It started with you opening your eyes to see him staring at you, somehow that managed to escalate into him being seated between your legs, lips wrapped around your core. Juyeon was nothing if not a giver.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, hoping to egg him on because fuck you didn’t want him to stop. “You woke up... energetic.” You choked out, feeling him pull away from you and kiss over your stomach and hips. “I couldn’t help myself, you look so good sleeping.” He mumbled against your skin lazily, only to continue this time with the intention of leaving marks.

The fingers tangled in his hair tugged slightly, signaling that you wanted him to come back up to you. Juyeon slowly made his way back up, kissing where ever he could before connecting your lips and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I don’t think you understand how good you look at all times.”

Kevin:

Rolling around, Kevin caged you under him with a big smile. “’Morning.” He said cheerfully and you lifted your hands to cup his face. You were still kind of sleepy but seeing his bright and smiling face gave you some energy. “You’re dressed already?” You asked with a pout and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you.

“Don’t be dressed yet.” You mumbled inbetween kisses, feeling them deepen as his tongue dipped into your mouth. Kevin settled between your legs as you kissed, feeling you start to pull his shirt off. He pulled away to throw it on the ground. “I put all this effort into being dressed whenever you woke up.” He teased, moving to kiss over your neck.

“Too bad.” You sighed, feeling his hand snake down and pull your underwear to the side slightly. He teased you with his fingers, taking in every little sigh and moan that escaped you. Kevin lifted his head again, kissing you a little harder than before and picking up the pace with his fingers.

“What am I supposed to do with you? If you’re so frisky so early in the morning.”

New/Chanhee:

It was a crime to wake Chanhee up before the alarm, truly. But you had found a way that seemed to be effective and didn’t get a lecture thrown your way. (of course this was something you had discussed and he was okay with it) Your hand snaked around his waist, your face burrying into his back as you did so.

Gently, your hand snuck under the waist band of his boxers and your wrapped your hand around his half hard cock. You could hear a choked moan, which caught you off guard as you thought he was asleep and you let out a laugh into his back.

“Awake after all?”You asked, your tone incredibly teasing. Chanhee attempted to scoff, only to turn into a moan as your pace picked up. But the best thing he could thing to do was reach back, fingers grazing over your core through your underwear. The action left you stunted, your own hand halting as he rubbed you through the fabric.

“You have an attitude for it being so early.”

Q/Changmin:

Your fingers carded through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. Slow mornings were nice and he loved the special treatment. But he loved the warm skin of your chest more and he found himself, gently sucking marks into the bare skin. Unbuttoning your sleep shirt more to reveal more skin, he kissed over the top of your stomach.

His nose brushed against your skin, making you giggle a bit and tug his hair slightly. “What are you doing? i thought we were cuddling?” You asked, the tone of your voice joking as he kissed down your stomach. “Is that not what this is?” He smiled at you widely, teasingly almost.

You shook your head with a smile and he moved his hands to pull your shirt off completely. He went to kiss your skin again only for you to stop him. “If my clothes are coming off, yours are too.” You said, pulling his shirt off of him. Changmin adored the feeling of his skin on yours, especially like this.

“I mean, if that’s really what you want all of my clothes can come off.”

Haknyeon:

He was absolutely obsessed with kissing all over your face, this was no exception. Not even when his hoodie was bunched up at your waist and your underwear was somewhere discarded in his room. No, no, definitely no exceptions.

Haknyeon loved morning sex, it was lazy and gentle and he could show you just how much he loved you. “I love you like this.” He mumbled, rolling his hips lazily into yours and listening to your whimpers. He wrapped your legs around his waist and attached his lips to yours.

“I love you so much.” You mumbled against his lips, trying to concentrate on your words but it was harder than it seemed. Feeling yourself getting close, you tightened your grip on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you too, so so much.”

Sunwoo:

Something about the simple act of laying in bed with you made Sunwoo feel some type of way. The feeling of your back side pressing into his front as you slept, it turned him on to no end. But he wasn’t good at letting you know that, well verbally at least.

His body did a great job of notifying you of these things, especially as you were both slowly waking up. His hard on was very prominently poking your butt and you were very aware of it. Stretching out, you made sure to press against him a little harder to see his response. His hands came down, gripping your hips to hold you there before placing his lips by your ear.

“Keep doing that, please.” He asked, bucking his hips to press against your ass harder. “You always get shy when you get horny in the morning.” You remarked, moving to grab his hand. You guided it down the front of your sleep shorts, feeling a wave of confidence because of the effect you had on him. “Next time just take initiative.” You whispered, trying to hold back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over your core.

“Carefull what you wish for.”

Eric:

Something about you sleeping in his shirt had sparked something in him. So much so he couldn’t really help himself but pull you on top of him the second you were awake. His hands dragging over your thighs as you made out, squeezing them every now and then.

Your hands pressed down on his chest, giving you a bit of leverage as your ground down on him. Feeling his bulge through his sweatpants as you pulled your lips away from his to get some air. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, feeling completely fucked out by you just kissing him and grinding on him.

You couldnt help but laugh a bit, rolling your hips again only for him to grip your thighs harshly. The action made you fall forward once more, coming face to face with him as Eric became more stern with you.

“If we’re gonna do this, let’s take the clothes off.”

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haruhey · 4 years ago

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Established Relationship Fluff | Smut

There’s only one bed shower, and Daryl Dixon is an opportunist.

the request:

every single fic of yours is seriously amazing. ur a great writer!! can i request a daryl shower smut bc wooweeeee

There’s always a giddiness inside Daryl when he returns from runs. No more sleeping in the RV for nights on end, no more eating cold canned chicken soup and - as much as he liked Aaron - no more hearing him talk about how much he missed Eric and making him miss you, too. He’s exhausted, his muscles sore from overuse, but the fact that you’re probably curled up in bed makes him so damn excited that all the ailments of his aging body are swiftly forgotten with each step he takes.

Houses fly by in a blur as he ramps up into a jog, his feet taking him to the dim light of a moving lantern in your shared bedroom window. By Daryl’s estimate, it couldn’t have been more than 10 or 11pm, but time meant little in the apocalypse - it was either dark out, or light and with the days getting shorter, he noticed you using the lantern more and more frequently. Just a few days ago, you had fallen asleep curled up on his chest, the soft orange light filling the room before he strained his body trying to turn it off without waking you. The next morning he had a terrible cramp running from his rib up to his bicep, but he never complained. Not even a wince in your presence since he thought the soreness was worth it. He would rather die several times over than lose the image he saw - of your pillowy lips taking soft, steady breaths of air while you slept against his bare skin.

Smiling, he lets himself remember the way you looked when he first gifted it to you, a grin that spread to the apples of your cheeks and crinkled at your eyes plastered on your face. It wasn’t a perfect replica, but it looked close enough to the one you would both light on nightwatches in the prison - which he thinks was when he first realized he loved you. Daryl also remembers the first night he saw you use it, the memory so vivid in his mind that he felt like if he reached out, the soft fabric of your pajamas would welcome his touch.

He could picture it now, your back against the headboard, reading one of the books that littered the shelves he never touches. Your face bathed in the lantern’s hue while your eyes scanned the pages and drinking in every word of whatever you were holding. He plucked that book right out of your hands that night and pulled you onto his lap, kissing the pout off your face until you weren’t annoyed at him anymore, rendered down to just laughing against his lips.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get home and see you again.

Daryl curses under his breath as he fumbles a little with the doorknob, but the profanities are quickly replaced with a huff of accomplishment as he practically sprints to the bedroom, boots shucked off haphazardly at the front door. He skips every other stair with long strides, desperate to feel you in his arms. When he enters the bedroom, he places his crossbow on the dresser and is surprised to see the room as dark as it is, the only source of illumination being the moon as it streams through the windows. The bed is empty and the blankets are strewn to your side, but neither you nor your pajamas are anywhere in sight. Panic flies through him before he registers the unmistakable sounds of the shower running, and he scoffs at himself when he sees the dim orange light peeking from beneath the bathroom door.

Had you known how worried he was for a second, you would have laughed at him. He was already so protective of you before the two of you got together, but it was another level entirely when you both made it official. It wasn’t just losing you to the dead anymore - it was also losing you to other people. Daryl knew you could take care of yourself, he had seen you hold your own on runs in the prison and trips outside the Alexandrian gates, but, God, if anything happened to you he wouldn’t know what to do. Being apart from you once when the Governor attacked was already almost too much for him to handle, but the thought of losing you and having to be okay with the fact you were never going to love him again? That was something he never wanted to experience.

Leaning against the wall, he pulls off his belt and places it next to his crossbow, his vest following not long after. The mattress squeaks slightly when he makes his way over to it and lies down, his body feeling almost instant comfort at the feeling of something other than the hard leather of his bike’s seat. Days like this made him think that maybe you were right in jokingly telling him that his motorcycle was a dumb choice for long runs - his tailbone was probably shaped like a rectangle from how long he’d been sitting on his ass.

A few moments pass as he allows himself to indulge in some rest, eyes closing and already in the first stages of a slumber before he shoots up, pushing himself to the edge of the mattress and sitting straight. Fuck, he needed to shower. He had given you his word that he would. Each time before he fell asleep after a run, he’d said; and Daryl Dixon was not one to break promises. Especially not to you.

Getting off the bed, he sheds his shirt and throws the old fabric onto the dresser, grimacing at the knowledge he would have to scrub at the dried walker blood come morning. His socks are next, pulled off by impatient hands and left on the floor, not even given a second glance as he then pulls open a drawer and grabs a pair of boxers from his meager pile. The only thought in his mind being the feeling of smooth sheets and your body against his skin. He’d pick up his clothes after his shower - if he could even muster up enough energy to.

Step by step, he makes it a good few feet out of the bedroom before he realizes the other second floor bathroom doesn’t work. If his memory served him correct, there were some plumbing issues and, before anyone could buy replacements, the world became, well, what it is now. After all, it was the only reason you and Daryl even took this house - nobody else wanted to have only one shower and, after becoming a couple, sharing one between two people didn’t seem all that bad. At least, that’s what he thought until now. Groaning, he rubs his eyes in an attempt to rub out the fatigue in them before his whole body lights up with an idea. Maybe he could have some fun with this. And if you asked, he could always blame the missing pipe or whatever it was that the Alexandrians couldn’t fix.

Practically thrilled, he mentally pats himself on the back and rushes back to the bedroom. Tired? Not anymore. Daryl can’t be if he wants to fulfill what just popped into his mind. Years of hunting leave his footsteps nearly silent when he enters the bathroom, but he’s not exactly at a disadvantage in terms of noise. The rhythmic beating of water against the tiled floor drowns out the slight squeak of the door as well as the hitching of his breath when he notices the gap. With how the room was designed, just standing at the door led his gaze in a nearly direct line of sight to you, the shower curtain lying an inch or two from the wall and offering him a vision which he doesn’t hesitate to indulge in.

It’s not like he's never seen your body - far from it, actually - but there was something about you that made him hesitate when it came to stuff like this. You deserved sweet and soft, affectionate with declarations of love between his kisses, and while he enjoyed giving that to you, sometimes he wanted something different. Sometimes Daryl wanted to act on impulse - to feel a different type of desperation - and tonight, he wanted to act out one of his long-hidden fantasies. One that involved you on many, many occasions.

Truthfully, he couldn’t fucking stop thinking about it since Merle and his buddies showed him that damn VHS as a hormonal high schooler. He never really had a committed girlfriend or anything like that to ever even pluck up the courage to ask, but that fantasy remained like a phantom in the back of his mind, lying just outside his finger’s reach. One that haunts him late at night and renders him withering in his own palm. At least, that was the case. Because he has you now and how he managed that? He didn't know. But he felt confident enough around you and trusted you enough to pursue the desire in him.

A shiver courses through him, running along the tip of his spine when he considers the possibility you might like it as much as him - and if you did, maybe he would divulge to you more of these secrets he’s always kept hidden so well.

With silent movements, Daryl unbuttons and unzips his jeans as he leans against the door of the bathroom, just barely suppressing a groan when his fingers graze the zipper. He curses himself, chastising his sensitivity at the mere image of you doing something as mundane as taking a shower, but he knew it was an inevitable consequence. Ever since the prison, anything you did got him riled up - even just seeing you sitting on his motorcycle made his skin light up with goosebumps. Left in only his boxers, he steps out of the denim pooling at his feet and picks it up, throwing it haphazardly onto the cream coloured counter as he waits for you to take notice of his presence. The metal button clashes against the smooth marble of the vanity, and its noises sound across the room, your eyes opening and your fingers catching the edge of the plastic curtain as you dart your head out, searching for the source.

Your body tenses up, no doubt the experience of living out on the road for so long, but the fighting instinct drains from you the moment you see the affectionate boyish grin playing on Daryl’s lips. It’s barely visible as he stands so far from the meager light source, but it sends an eager smile onto your face. Like all those times he’s returned to you, you want to run to him, feel his arms wrap around you and inhale his scent as you plant those incessant kisses he ‘hated’ everywhere on his face, but that urge only serves to remind you that you’re standing naked in a shower and he’s just staring at you.

“Daryl! What the- I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.”

Embarrassed, you speak, voice pitched higher than normal from the shock and excitement coursing through your body. However, he stays put, leaning against the door as he drags his eyes up the expanses of skin afforded to him; that is, until you pull the plastic curtain to cover yourself and run your free hand through your hair, tilting your head ever so slightly in order to urge his eyes to meet yours. You wait for his response as you brush the wet strands back from your face, but it never comes, him instead choosing to stride towards you and send you a pout before pulling petulantly at the shower curtain, trying to coax you to let go of it. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, your grip loosens and he can barely hold back his excitement when you really do let go, tongue peeking out for just a second before he hooks his lip between his teeth.

Throughout your relationship with Daryl, you learned he loved looking at you, gawking at and admiring each angle, birthmark and curve until you felt heat flush through your body. Even before the two of you got together, his gaze stuck on you, longing and soft when you weren’t looking, only hardening if your eyes ever met his. Each time he saw you it was like he was still in disbelief that you were his, forever suspended in the wide look he had when you first confessed to him, hence why you didn’t pay much attention to his stare as you moved to pump out some shampoo. You didn’t really know why he was in the bathroom and he made no effort to tell you, but you were here to clean yourself. So that’s what you’ll do. He’ll probably leave sooner or later after making sure you weren’t hurt anywhere, anyways.

The way the light from the lantern bounced off your glistening skin made you look like some sort of goddess. Like an otherworldly being he shouldn’t be looking at. Or like a succubus, sinfully tantalizing, except you didn’t know what you were doing to him as you raked your hands through your hair again, bubbles forming already between your fingers as you scrubbed. Shit, this was way better than he expected, and he’s gladly taking in everything it was offering. Shifting his weight, he clenches and unclenches his fists - commanding himself to keep them at his sides - but then you turn around, allowing the water to rush down your back and his resolve withers away as he tries not to envy the path along which it’s falling.

Soon, the little space between the shower curtain and the ceramic tiling isn’t enough for him. He needs to feel you against him, his trembling hands and suffocating boxers egging him on like this was the first time he’s ever seen you naked. Clearing his throat, he urges himself to move, building his confidence which had seemed to dissipate nearly immediately as you locked eyes with him. What he wanted to do wasn’t sweet or affectionate, and even though he knew you would tell him if you didn’t like it, he just didn’t really want to risk even doing something you didn’t like in the first place.

“Sorry I, uh, I’ll go rinse out my hair somewhere else. Here, I’ll get out so you can-”

This was it. He had to act now or he’ll lose the opportunity. Running his thumb across his bottom lip, he watches as your hand reaches for the shower valve, but your movements and voice stop when Daryl shoots his dominant hand out, the calloused skin wrapping around your wrist in a warmth that makes you snap your gaze to his. While firm, he never applies enough force to hurt you - he knows what kind of men there were in this world, and he didn’t know what he would do if you ever thought of him like that. On the contrary, the feeling of his fingers around you is welcome, especially after what felt like years away from him. Giving him that same inquisitive look, except this time laced with a small smile, you can tell by the way he’s gnawing at his lip that he has something to say. Something that has him hesitating in a way you’ve never really seen him hesitate before, well, besides the first time you both kissed.

“Actually, mind if I join ya? ‘Cause ya see, the other shower don’t work and there’s this girl - my girl - she’s amazin’, but she doesn’t let me into our bed ‘til I shower and I’m damn tired.”

Oh.

Noticing the way you tense up slightly at his suggestion, he offers more, another reason to sway you into accepting as if the pursuit of his little fantasy would both begin and end with what drops from his lips. This definitely felt more daunting, like a much larger leap than him asking for permission to kiss you.

“I also heard showerin’ in pairs saves water.”

Oh.

Yeah, you get why he was hesitating now.

Honestly, Daryl really couldn’t give a fuck about the water he was talking about. What he had in his running mind had little to do with his environmental footprint and more to do with feeling your skin on his and the image of you coming undone for him. He hasn’t been home - been with you - in what felt like weeks, and he thought the generator could stand to work a little harder after running for one person for a few days. With a slight upwards twitch of his eyebrow, you can feel what little apprehension you had leave your body and his heart pounds in his ribcage with the anxiety of what’s to come. At least, he thinks that’s why its beating at 100 miles per hour.

It surely can’t be the residual hormonal anticipation or excitement from his youth.

“And who exactly did you hear that from?”

The slight joking edge to your voice causes him to smile, but it’s a mischievous one, one that holds promises and sends a shiver through your body. Daryl really had no clue what he did to you when he looked at you like that, his piercing blue gaze hitting you as his head tilts down almost sheepishly to the grip he has on you.

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a glint residing in them that draws you to look at nothing but him as he runs his thumb along the bone of your wrist. With a tilt of his head, he speaks, muttered as he gnaws once more at his lips and lets go of his hold.

“It matter?”

So nobody, probably.

The amusing thought sends you shaking your head ‘no’ as you smile, pulling open the plastic curtain in invitation while trying to suppress the idea that just popped into your head. Daryl just wants to shower and the only reason he wants to shower with you is to fulfill that promise he had made. Because he just wants to go to sleep. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he’s hopeful that you would be watching him - and he’s fully prepared to make a show of stripping his last piece of fabric - but he’s sorely disappointed when he sees your eyes closed in an attempt to keep the bubbling shampoo from burning at them.

Why weren’t you looking at him? Was he not overt enough?

Wow, he really wasn’t very good with… whatever it is he’s trying to do, huh?

You shuffle forward from the steady stream and he takes that as his cue to step in, gladly placing his body just a few inches from yours and sighing in relief when the water hits his sore muscles. The sounds don’t go unnoticed by you, and your heart sinks a little with each suppressed groan of pain Daryl lets out. He always worked so hard for Alexandria, and they still treated him like somewhat of an outsider, questioning his true intentions with harsh looks when he even so much as walked too close to them. But they didn’t seem to mind him much when they were eating the animals he hunted, though, and that sent your blood boiling.

Turning around, you try not to let your gaze drop too low as you place your hands on his shoulders, frowning when you feel the stiff knots that have burrowed their way underneath his skin. Almost immediately, Daryl submits to your touch, an all too familiar warmth bubbling in his heart as he, too, turns and exposes his scar ridden skin to you, allowing your thumbs to rub circles into his upper back. He always loved this - the domesticity of these moments, the wordless communications, your love and affection directed solely at him - and he’s starting to forget the real reason he crashed your shower in the first place, lulled into relaxation under your nimble fingers and the water beating down on his overworked muscles.

“Does that feel better?”

Your question warrants a response landing somewhere between a grunt and a groan, but then you laugh and he swears his heart swells tenfold. He missed hearing that. Even if you got embarrassed of it sometimes, or hid it muffled behind the palms of your hands, he loved hearing it. Because you glowed when you did, your eyes crinkling up at the corners with a smile that almost always brought him to his knees, and perhaps almost selfishly, the knowledge that he doesn’t want to be away from you any longer dawns on him - as well as the knowledge that it’s inevitable that he has to leave again soon. Whether it be with Aaron or Rick, or some of the poor bastards that piss their pants whenever they see him.

When you stop your ministrations, he feels himself frowning as you tap him once with your thumbs, but he elates almost immediately when you speak promise of a better massage come morning. He’s slightly ashamed of the way his whole body lights up in goosebumps in anticipation, but it’s not unwarranted. Spending late mornings with you was something Daryl never knew how the hell he had lived so long without, and they were his favourite types of mornings by a long shot. Especially when it ended up more often than not with you on him or him on you, the both of you thankful for the misfit house you had all to yourselves and away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.

“You’re too damn good to me.”

But he deserves it, you think to yourself, He deserved to be cared for like this.

His praise drips with a softness he didn’t even know he was capable of until you came along and Daryl turns back around to face you, smirking lopsided when he sees a shy smile worm its way onto your face. He had to have known what he was doing when he said stuff like that - especially when he used a voice like that. Seriously, how long had the two of you been together? It felt like an eternity already, but he could still make you flustered from a simple compliment. Shaking your head, you rest your wrists at the nape of his neck and use the leverage to pull his lips to yours, thumb swiping at the blood dried at his cheek and hoping the distraction of your tongue on his will keep him from teasing the warmth crawling up your neck.

A ‘hm?’ noise falls from him, small and surprised as his eyebrows raise for just a moment before his hands loop around your waist by instinct. When you pull away, another noise falls from Daryl, but this time it’s more disappointed than anything, and he chases your lips with his bottom one jutted out, taking full advantage of the strong arms he has wrapped around you. Holding you in place, his eyes plead with the now perfected ‘one more’ look you’re all too familiar with and you can’t bring yourself to deny him - he knows you can’t. Closing his eyes and puckering his lips as he waits patiently, he hums when you finally kiss him again, his satisfaction vibrating down to the hollow center of your collarbones before begrudgingly letting you go when you pull away again.

The water runs a brownish red from the dried walker blood being washed off his body and he scrubs furiously at his arms, trying to gauge the right move that will get your thighs shaking and your moans bouncing off the ceramic tiles he’s seen less than he’s willing to admit. Should he just… go for it? Just pull you against him and push you up against the walls he wants your noises to echo off of? No, he should come up with a better idea. You deserved a better idea.

Running his thumb along his jaw, Daryl sneaks furtive glances at your body - who the hell he was hiding them from, he didn’t know - and picks even more skin off his chapped lips as he watches you twist at your waist ever so slightly to comb through your hair. Swallowing down his spit like some teenager, he watches your shoulder blades protrude and disappear, intently following the droplets of water as they fall along your neck and down the muscles you’ve developed. He had to hand it to the sorry rich prick who had designed this house because, all things considered, they did a pretty good job; there was just enough spread of it between the two of you to pass as a decent shower. Even if you or him had to oddly angle yourselves to warm a cool patch of skin.

Reaching towards the shampoo bottle, his arm brushes against your waist almost feather-light, but it sends a shiver through you, rattling your ribs and making your cheeks flush all the same. Daryl lingers for a moment longer than you expect, his body leaning as he stretches over and you think he’s going to step forward - wrap you up in him - but dutifully, respectfully, anxiously he stays put. You want his touch, especially after nights alone with only the scent of him on his side of the bed to keep you company, and, having caught a quick glance at his straining boxers before he joined, there’s little room for doubt in your mind that he wants you. But still, it exists.

Your own arms begin to sore when he finally pulls away, his hands now raking through the hair he seemingly never wants to cut. Clearing your throat, you turn around, eyes screwed shut as you face Daryl, fearing for both the shampoo you’re washing out stinging at your eyes and the fact that if you looked at him, your gaze would probably drop. God, was all it took just a few days without him to have you craving him like this? The close proximity coupled with the knowledge he’s standing next to you naked makes you tense up before a shiver runs up your spine, your thoughts causing your breath to hitch for barely a second. Despite your efforts to suppress it, your subconscious prays that he picks up on the little noise. Please let him pick up on it.

And he does, ever observant as he connects the dots, the initially surprised look on his face melting into a small anticipatory smirk before he all but races to lather his hair in the coconut - or was it grapefruit? - scent. This was good. This was damn good.

He dares take a step forward, tentative, testing out the waters as if he was unsure of your desire, but he knows he can read you, and that he can do it well. This was when he should do something, right? The subtle confirmations - a tense, a shiver, a hitching breath - beg him to. Under the streaming shower, Daryl impatiently scrubs at his scalp, teeth hooked permanently atop his lip as he watches the rivulets of watered-down shampoo catch along your skin, his fingers and mouth itching to replicate its path down your neck to your chest. He knows that path well, and perhaps that’s what makes him even more envious.

Thank God for the fact you’ve closed your eyes because if anybody saw Daryl right now, they would take a step back, maybe even several thinking he was angry. How could they not when he was glaring at you as if you had done something horrible? It’s a surprise to him, the fact that it seemed like you really could not feel the burn of his stare, but then a thought pops into his lust-fogged brain. Maybe you did know. And maybe you were toying with him, playing coy and pushing him to a teetering edge, letting him taste the tension on his tongue until he could hold back no more.

To say he’s impatient is an understatement. He isn’t simply impatient, no, he’s impatient. He wants to do something. He wants you to do something, to initiate the flurry of hands and lips he’s craving so desperately and, seemingly blind to that triad of signals, he scrubs frantic at his hair in an attempt to control himself. As he rinses out the shampoo, he manages to cling onto what little restraint he had over his body until you turn back around. It was like the universe was egging him on, trying to break his resolve by showing him those dimples on your lower back, reminding him of the way he gripped them when he took you that night before he left - and it works. Jesus fucking Christ does it work.

Daryl’s body crowds you then, muscular arms wrapped around either side of your waist and rough hands palming at your chest before sliding down to your stomach, pulling you flush into him while he grinds his hips experimentally against your body. The feeling catches you off-guard, eyes widening in surprise as you let out a gasp into the steam of hot water and you grip harshly at his forearm, attempting to steady yourself from the sensations blossoming from your thighs. He can feel them tense and begin to snap closed against him, but you hear the corners of his mouth twitch upwards with satisfaction.

“What- what are you doing?”

Restless, his fingers travel downwards, hooking a strong thigh between your two legs as he ignores your question, them parting immediately to accommodate him. Daryl’s veins thrum with adrenaline, feeling the all too familiar effects of your warm skin when he realizes you’re letting him do this - enjoying him, even - your hands pawing at his to beg him to speed up, to bring you that nirvana he loves to be the reason for. Heat flushes your body, knowing full well what he’s capable of, but despite it, your skin erupts into goosebumps under his touch, desperate for more.

“What’s it look like ‘m doin’?”

Your neck comes under his affection next, his lips meeting it as he mumbles the words against your pulse point, tongue darting out when he feels it speed up. Almost methodically, Daryl finds the marks he’d left days prior, darkening them with unadulterated determination and rolling his hips against you once more. The heavy motion draws a whine from you, short and needy as your nails dig into his wrist and he all but basks in it. God, this felt good. How the hell had he spent so long without you? Without your skin under his? Everything about you feels like a fucking drug to him.

“D-Daryl- what would your girl say.”

He smiles against your neck, a warm pride bubbling in his chest when he hears the slight shake in your voice. It always got like this when he was touching you, and he liked to think it was the anticipation raking through your body. All the possibilities he could bring to you. He loved listening to your voice as it was, but hearing it quaver as it bounced off the ceramic walls, mingled perfectly with the rhythmic thrum of water crashing against the two of you? It was almost alarming how quickly it made his head spin.

Submitting to your urging, he lets you slide his hands down to the apex of your thighs, groaning guttural into your ear when he feels your hips lift and rut into his touch, unintentionally grinding your ass onto his cock when you push yourself back onto him. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, you hear his breaths as he digs his palm an inch below your pelvis, thick fingers gripping harsh at your inner thighs as he nudges his further between them. It feels like fucking magic, whatever he’s doing, and a plea tingles at your lips before you bite it down. Daryl’s never been this bold, and this is new territory for the two of you. Very new. So you were going to let him take his time - let him explore every inch of your skin as if he didn’t already have it memorized - despite the fact every cell in your body screams for you to sink down on him right here and now.

His grip disappears too quickly for your taste, but before you can even register the decadent sear that marks his blunt fingernails and calluses, his palm makes home just below your stomach and he swipes two fingers against you, spreading you for him but avoiding that bundle of nerves you want so desperately for him to touch. An expletive drops from Daryl’s lips as he gathers evidence of your arousal, and the sound of him makes you claw at his wrist, your hands still blanketing his as you try to angle him to do something other than coat his fingers and smear you across your inner thighs. Amused, his middle finger curls, breaching you just until his first joint before pulling away, relishing in the way you clench as if trying to keep him in you.

“Hm, I dunno. What do ya think she’d say? I think she likes it.”

You can hear the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he feels your body react and you can practically see it behind your closed eyelids. Daryl knows all your buttons, every single movement that renders you down to a puddle of mush, but he’s avoiding them. His jaw clenches and unclenches as you buck your hips up to try and meet the talented fingers only getting further and further and further from you. Skin warm from the streaming water and the sheer amount of lust coursing through him, his left arm snakes upward, resting just under your breasts before pulling your shoulders flush against him. His teeth sneak out from behind his lips, grazing against that spot that made your thighs shake the first time you slept with him, and you become putty in his hands.

A gasp of Daryl’s name falls before a staggered whimper erupts from your throat, his hands moving so fast and sure along your body as if he had molded you to his perfection. Everything hits you at the same time, his sharp canines right below your jaw bone before they melt into the caress of slightly chapped lips, the hand at your chest palming and tweaking and toying like there was no tomorrow, his fingers swirling, nudging at that tiny bundle of nerves you’ve been silently begging him to touch just once, and you can’t stop the noises falling from your lips. No matter how much you try, they escape.

“Or d’ya think she’s too busy moanin’ for me to tell me?”

Oh, that fucking prick.

To make it worse, you can’t even bring yourself to be angry for that long because his voice drops into that low, husky whisper that makes your knees go weak. Had Daryl not essentially smothered you against his body, you just know you would be a puddle, pliable and aching after just a few days away from him. A jolt of pleasure rockets through you the moment you realize what he wants - to make you as desperate as he is for this - and you know he knows exactly how to get it. Biting your lip, you trap your sounds in your throat just to spite him and you dig your fingers into his forearm, seeking in any way to find another outlet for all the compounding stimulation he just keeps giving you.

Your heartbeat drums through your ears and you can barely register the growl against your skin, but the vibration of it is inescapable. He feels the crescent shapes already forming from your nails on his tan skin and he pulls his face from you, breath fanning your ear in preparation to express how disappointed he is at you robbing him of your noises, but you beat him to it, freeing the words that burn at your tongue to knock him off his high-horse. Daryl was never a very confident man, but fuck if it does not make your skin tingle.

“I think she’d tell you to- to shut up.”

The rebuke is futile, a stutter brought on by the push and pull of his deft fingers and he laughs. Daryl chuckles into your skin before everything from him detaches, only for him to grab at your waist and spin you around to face him, adjusting his hold to crowd you once more. Your back hits the ceramic tiles, a sharp whine escaping you at the contrasting cold, and you can see that smirk you had envisioned on his face when you open your eyes, taking in every inch of the swept back hair now falling into his face as he tilts his forehead slowly to yours. Running your non-dominant hand up from his arm to his face, you push the strands back, smiling slightly at the way he melts as his eyelids flutter shut for just a second. As much as he said he hated how damn soft you made him, he sought after your touch, your hands much too intoxicating for him to deny them.

You glow a ring of delicate orange from the lantern shining behind him, the light bouncing off your glistening skin and those sparkling damn eyes that shine with unguarded affection despite your ‘annoyance’ from just moments ago. Creating shadows over your body with his broad figure as he blankets you, Daryl nearly groans with delight at the image - the realization that you look impossibly better with the warm hue making his head spin. And when he remembers that you’re his to love? He tries to hide just how much it makes his mind run, but his voice comes spilling out without much thought, everything about you shrinking the filter between his brain and mouth that he so tenaciously keeps on during the day.

“That so? ‘Cause if I do then I can’t tell ‘er how much I missed her. Or what I was thinkin’ when I thought about ‘er at night.”

Daryl was already so worked up at the thought of doing this to you, you didn’t even need to actually do anything to him to have him throbbing against your stomach, begging to be touched after days of only imagined scenarios to keep him company. So you indulge him, tracing your dominant hand down the V-line of his pelvis and biting your tongue when his hips snap into your grasp, his grip at your waist tightening as he tries to still himself. He wants you to touch him, to let you give him what you want to give him and he tries his damndest to control himself, instead using his words to try and rile you up.

“Nothin’ I do feels as good as her. Nothin’ I’ve tried’s ever been close.”

Your whole body shivers at the insinuation, the ceramic sandwiching you to Daryl ceasing to feel as cold as it did when he first pushed you against it. He feels like centuries have passed when your hand finally wraps around him, running your fingers in a stroke that has him groaning and nearly keeling over you with how much that simple damn action makes heat pool in the pit of his stomach. Everything about this feels heightened, the steam of the shower failing in comparison to the heat pinging between the two of you. His eyes seek yours, cock twitching and catapulting him much farther to his climax than he would like to admit when he sees you watching your grasp, lips parted ever so slightly, pleading with him to lay his on them.

Heart thrumming in his chest, another groan of an expletive followed by your name drops from Daryl before his hips jerk forward, stuttering into your grip with no real rhythm as he pushes a rough kiss onto your mouth. When you let out a little surprised squeal, he pulls himself back immediately, as if shocked by his own lack of self-control, but your hand never stops, and your face leans closer towards his, the feeling of his ruined sounds vibrating along your tongue making you chase him. This must have been how he felt when he had you whimpering for him on those late nights and early mornings. No wonder you both loved them so much.

Twisting your other hand from the side of his neck to his nape, you pull him to you with equal fervor, the stroking of his cock forgotten in favour of his chapped lips turning into something more sinful with each movement of his talented mouth. His fingers begin to wander now, eagerly grasping at the two dimples at your lower back before his palms find all too familiar territory kneading and massaging your ass. Knees nearly buckling, you remember the leaking heaviness twitching in your grip and you nudge him between your thighs, your legs spreading just a bit wider as you inch him closer and closer and closer to where you need it most.

“N-no, wait- I gotta-“

His hands shoot downwards to still yours and he pulls his hips from you, his statement stuttered through a sharp, shaky breath. Whining, you nearly beg for him before you realize he succeeded in what he set out to do - and he was only gone four days, your subconscious chastises. Your head is swimming in desperation for him as you shake it, hair whipping into your face and onto the wall while you vehemently disagree with both his words and your own internal mocking. All coherent thoughts leave your mind, washed away in the stream of water running down your body and you come to the conclusion that you don’t fucking care if he would poke fun at you come morning, you need to feel him.

“Daryl you don’t need to- you can just- I can-“

You don’t need to keep-

You can just-

I can-

God, you sounded pathetic, your voice barely breaking above breathy through the heavy beating of water, and he loves it, it’s enticing him; he could die right now and he would feel nothing but satisfaction. Daryl was never a very confident man - well, with people at least - but around you, he felt wanted. Not just in moments like this when you craved him so debaucherously, but in moments when you would pull close to him while you were sleeping or hug him from the back. Just giving him your affection so freely and not expecting any back. It made his heart damn near break everytime he had to leave. Adjusting his grip on you, he digs his knee into the wall, perching you on either side of him and leaning closer and closer to your burning skin.

“Gotta get ya ready. Jus’- jus’ be a good girl an’ be patient. Don’t want ya limpin’ tomorrow ”

Despite his words, Daryl can’t help but think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It wouldn’t be so bad to linger beside you the whole day, a constant reminder of the real reason you needed him to get you things, or why you would grip his arm as a piss poor substitute for a crutch when the two of you walked along the street. Nobody else would know - at least, neither of you would ever tell - but the satisfied puff of his chest and the fact he stands just a little bit prouder might make them connect the dots. That, and the lovebites that creep out from underneath the neckline of your shirt which, coincidentally, only seemed to darken after he came back. Nah, he thinks to himself, it wouldn’t be so damn bad.

“I thought you were tired.”

There’s a hint of concern in your voice, peeking out from between the teasing and he grunts, acknowledging your words before his hands wrap around your wrists and urges them to loop around his neck. He knows he needs to do this, the action a silent beg for you to just relax and let him treat you right in the way you know he always will. With his neck flush in the crooks of your elbows, you tug him, pulling his face to yours and raking your fingers through his wet hair.

“Never too tired for you.”

His stubble scrapes against your nose as he mumbles his confession between kisses down from your forehead, a delicious burn leaving a trail that makes your heart beat impossibly faster between your ribs. Grip falling to your waist, Daryl’s rough fingers inch towards the apex of your thighs, but he moves them so fucking slow you're tempted to just reach down and push them into you like you intended to do with his cock. Before you can entertain the idea any longer, he catches your lips in a clash of tongue and teeth and knowingly smirks against your lips. He’s dedicated, attentive, and what kind of man would have the heart to deny you? He would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask.

Daryl eagerly swallows the moan you let out against his lips when his middle finger curls into you, the vibrations spreading along his tongue and consuming him from the inside out. Your thighs spread wider for him, welcoming him - no, begging him - for more and it riles him up almost comically well. Whether it was intentional or not, he would never know. He pulls his face away just inches, breath heavy against your parted lips before he sends you a small smile, an underlying mischief peeking out from the tiniest sliver of teeth he exposes. Leaning more of his weight onto his knee, his left hand travels around your waist to your ass, digging his dull fingernails into the flesh and pulling towards him, bringing your hips off the cold ceramic and snaking that arm into the curve he’s just created.

Before you can even brace yourself, he pushes a second finger in, curling languid with accelerating speed, revelling in the heat you bring him with an audible groan that reverberates off the shower walls. Already so desperate, the feeling nearly makes your legs shake under your own weight, but Daryl’s prepared - he could keep you up with the hand he has splayed across your upper back and he’s secretly proud of it. His mouth returns to you again, tongue surging to meet yours as if just the taste of your kiss would satisfy his desire to taste what’s beginning to coat down his palm.

It doesn’t, but it’s a damn good substitute.

Nails scratching pathetically at his scalp, your lungs beg for oxygen, but you ignore your body’s pleading for as long as you can. You need Daryl. Just him. Just him. His fingers are ardent, all of them pushing and pulling and toying and touching you in a way that skyrockets you into an overwhelming nirvana and it feels good. It feels so good to be with him again, surrounded by his scent and his heat, that you start to entertain the thought of begging for him. You try to do just that, but every sound coming from your lips is only absorbed greedily by his before you pull him away by his hair, taking large gulps of oxygen as he does the same.

Not even a second passes before you’re grinding down into his palm with pleas falling into the steam of the shower, all your words going straight down to his cock. Gritting his teeth, he growls at your desperation, lips shooting down along your collarbone before catching the skin between teeth. He has your whole body memorized, proof of that fact littered across your body in the form of lovebites, memories seared into your mind of his everything and it’s almost too much to handle. Almost. But you need more. And Daryl knows, much too perceptive in all senses of the word.

His left arm snakes up to your neck, the nape of it secured in a grip firm enough to pull your hips down onto his muscular thigh, spreading you and rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves with his rough skin. Something between a swear and Daryl’s name chokes through your throat and he curls his two fingers just enough for you to repeat the sound, the movement perhaps pulling your hips forwards toward him. With the way you grind down so readily on him, it wasn’t easy to tell whether the roll of your lower body was from his fingers or the lust running through your veins. A satisfied smirk worms its way onto his face that you want to kiss off, but your head is stuck against the ceramic tiling by his hand tugging securely on your hair. Not enough to hurt you. Never enough to hurt you.

He can feel it now, the fact that you’re close, and it only makes him work harder. Maybe it was selfish of him, expediting your pleasure so he can finally seek out his, but he’s damn near shaking with the thought of finally being able to be with you in one of the ways he always wants to be. Sometimes Daryl felt like a teenager with all this certain enthusiasm he can’t seem to control with you around, but you had never complained - you made him feel alive in all the best ways - and he thanked whoever was pulling the strings in his favour for bringing him to you. Circling his thigh, he pushes everything he can up into you, the pressure making you feel like you’re floating. Fingers carding through his hair, your whole body tightens around him in a silent plea, and he's pretty sure he would have to be just about the biggest idiot in existence to ever deny you.

“Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me. Ya wanted my cock didn’t ya? Jus’ give it to me an’ I’ll make ya feel even better.”

Give it to me.

Daryl’s voice makes your mind swim, the growl rough and dangerous like everyone always tends to think he is, and incoherence drops from your lips, echoing against the confines of the walls as his breath fans your ear. Rutting your hips up to his hand, the knot in your abdomen snaps, the proclamation of it escaping you in a broken moan of his name. He can feel your body’s reactions before you start to get those familiar sparking waves of pleasure, the clench of you around him growing sporadic as he continues to unravel you with his teeth gritted, the unrelenting precision of his fingers sending you clawing and tugging at his scalp with no regard of your strength for just a moment.

His groan at the sensations edges out the haze of your climax and you immediately detach from him, pulling your body back from his so abruptly that he slips from you. Scrunching his nose in disappointment, his large hands cling at the back of your thighs, bringing your chest and forehead to his as if he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even just a few seconds.

“Sorry- sorry if that hurt I didn’t mean to-”

Face inches from yours, he shakes his head and cuts you off with a series of hungry pecks. One to your sinfully soft lips, then to the corner of your mouth, then one to your jawbone, devouring your apology right then and there as he overtakes your senses.

“‘S alright. It felt good.”

Then he kisses you again, urgent all the same, but he only pushes a firm brush of his mouth against yours. The movement is like a signature, as if it were his name scribbled easily along at the bottom of a letter - a soft possession that you wear along the tingles of your lips. It makes you claw at him again, tugging on the sides of his hips to pull him flush against you, fingernails digging crescent shapes he wants to see come morning, and your apprehension all but dissolves into the hot water of the shower. You were his, he was yours and in his mind, there was nothing he wanted more than for you to show him just what he does to you.

“Anythin’ ya do feels good.”

It’s stupid, how you could be in the middle of something so intimate and a simple compliment from him could leave you flushed from the neck upwards, but he loves it. He loves the little whimper you let out at his words and he smiles that lopsided boyish grin that makes your heart skip a beat. When he smiles at you like that, it makes you feel like the only person in the entire world. No walkers, no Alexandrians, no runs or patients at the infirmary to steal you or him away from the other. There was no one except you and Daryl - and it’s been too damn long since it was like this.

Body flush against yours, he snakes a hand down between his legs and the other grips at your thigh, hooking it around his torso and begging with a roll of his hips for you to rest your leg there. Each breath he takes sends a jolt of pleasure blossoming against your ribs, his skin rubbing against your chest so deliciously it makes your mouth fall open in silent pants of air. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but they open when Daryl says your name, broken by a curse that falls somewhere after the first letter. He looks good like this - eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.

Gritting his teeth, his mouth can barely form a coherent sentence with how much excitement is coursing through him, and he’s trying his fucking best to hold back from slamming into you until you give him a nod or a pull or anything, but then something in him breaks. The feeling of just having you so damn close worms its way into his brain and he takes himself in his fist, dragging along to gather the remnants of your climax and notches himself, all the while groaning from the heat emanating off you.

“‘S this okay? Need t’know if this’s okay.”

Slurred speech. It was so uncharacteristic of the Daryl everyone else knew - the Daryl who was so sure of himself, the Daryl who wore a permanent scowl on his face, the Daryl who was so mysterious, never speaking anything above a growl - and you think you could have laughed had it not been for the fact the words themselves dig up memories of all the times he had said them to you before. Every cell in your body lights up, high alert now that he’s in you, but he’s not moving. He’s not inching into you or filling you in the only way he can and you push your hips towards him, greedy movements making you swallow more of him. Taking a sharp breath, he lets you rut against him, but still, he doesn’t fucking move.

“God, Daryl- yes. Yes, it’s okay. More- more than okay.”

Sometimes you hated him, and then hated how stupid you felt for hating him.

He waits for your words. He always does. Without fail he checks on you before he slides into you. He never wants to take because he always wants to be good for you, but sometimes you wish he would. Sometimes you wish he would just take from you - take everything you have. There is nothing in this world that is not shared between the two of you. Daryl’s wholly yours as you are wholly his.

Curses drop from his lips, your name thrown in once or twice as if he’s reminding himself you’re real as he feels you around him. They fly out of his mouth like the bolts from his crossbow and ricochet off every wall as he begins to move, slow at first, experimental maybe with his hand secure against your thigh, then he starts building and building into a heavy, sinful rhythm. Shakily, Daryl groans, the breath he lets out tendrilling at your chin before he sucks frantically at your bottom lip, your noises meeting his as they hit the ceramic wall.

He wants to live in this moment forever; immortalize the way you look and sound on one of those VHSes, write the damn date on it, and hide it away for his and your eyes only so it’s rewatchable and revisitable and reliveable. It's not enough to just sear you into his memory like he’s done so many times before because you’re damn near perfect. Like you were made for him - for him to give you everything he wants to give to you.

“Fuck- fuck- you feel better’n I remembered. How’s‘at possible?”

The words escape him, rushing out as if you’ve put a spell on him, and they almost escape you, too, your pulse beating in your ears. But he’s so close to you, growling out through gritted teeth into your ear and pushing his lips to the curve of your jawbone like they need to be on your skin. He pulls his body away, chest leaving yours, and you pull at his waist to bring him back, whining lewd for him and only him, shameless and betraying the blush you feel as you register his stutters, but he doesn’t. Instead, Daryl smiles, that same damn grin with his teeth hooked along his bottom lip and eyes hooded as he watches every change in expression. You groan, half in the way he rolls his pelvis just enough to rub against that small bundle of nerves that beg for him, and half in annoyance at the way that lascivious expression seems to make every electron in you buzz.

“Shut- shut up.”

He lets out a sharp breath, a singular amused ‘ha’ following it, cock hardening and twitching even more at the fact he’s making you blush like that first night he had lavished every inch of your body with his lips - like you didn’t deserve every single damn word escaping from him. Leaning his weight against his left forearm that lies on the side of your head, Daryl brings his face to yours, nipping at your lips and seeking your tongue before he starts speaking.

“You should see yourself like this, y’know. Fuckin’ perfect for me.”

For a man who only ever growls and mutters, he certainly liked to talk a lot when he was pounding into you the way only he knows how and you’re just so damn unbelievable for him. For him. You’re his to love and it sparks something within in him that makes his tongue fucking run and his hips speed up involuntarily. Hell, you probably heard more of his voice in this shower tryst than the whole first nightwatch you had with him. You’re not even sure the water is beating down onto you anymore because the heat of your body makes the shower pale in comparison.

The sweat accumulating on his back and chest and everywhere is washed away almost immediately as it forms and you’re grasping for something to hold onto. Clawing, you wrap both your arms under and around his shoulders and scratch desperately at his back, grinding up against him and making jumbled noises of moans and Daryl’s name when he drags against that spot he knows so well. It’s skin on skin, the ceramic wall ceasing to feel cold as you screw your eyes shut and let yourself mount and mount with each roll of his hips. You hear a nearly feral growl, feeling your leg being hiked up higher by the elbow hooked underneath your thigh, and a loud noise breaks from your throat when his thumb swipes where his cock meets you.

“C’mon, we ain’t got all night.”

You’re close and he knows it. It was like he was rubbing it in your face, the fact he could make you like this - how quickly he could reduce you into the incoherent, ruined state you always seemed to become for him. Attentive. He’s always attentive. You can tell by the way he’s memorized everything that makes you shake and capitalizes on them, thrusts coupled with the tight circles pulling you closer and closer to that precipice of pleasure, but he says those words anyways, hoping to get a reaction from you. Daryl’s not an impatient lover - he would spend hours buried in you if you let him - but he’s so damn close and perhaps almost selfishly, he wants to watch you succumb first. He wants to watch the water race down your body as you writhe for him against the wall, and he wants that to send him over the edge.

“Then- then do better, Daryl.”

You bite back, your breath grazing against his neck and a wet heat rushes through him, making him groan nearly wrecked as his hair tickles your cheek. Reaching behind his muscular body to his shoulder blades, one of his large hands is more than enough to wrap around both of your wrists and he takes them in his grasp, moving them until they’re secure against the ceramic wall behind you. You’re warm for him. Pliable for him despite the veil of distaste in your voice and he can’t get enough of it.

Daryl’s so fucking happy you bite back.

His hips stop and you let out an almost childish cry, but he stays buried deep, filling you up to the brim as the water beats down on the both of you and holding you against the tiles by the weight he’s pressing from where you meld to him. His face is so close to your ear now. So much so that you can feel the breath when he speaks, a dangerous growl resounding through your body before his teeth graze along your neck.

“Hm? I ain’t never heard a complaint from you be- before. That a- fuck- are ya challengin’ me?”

An expletive drops from Daryl’s lips when you clench around him, no doubt from the sudden crash of your mounting pleasure, and he pushes impossibly further into you, firmly pinning you down until he knows you won’t be able to move anymore. He wants to show you he can stop at any moment, that he can make you work for it, but you both know he’ll give in. Maybe you didn’t know the extent of which you have him wrapped around your finger, but if you even knew half of it, you would know he would never stop. Not when he was so desperate for you he can barely think of anything except the way you look and feel. At least, not unless you wanted him to.

“Are you g-gonna take it up?”

Although your mouth ceases there, your brain runs, pleas tickling at the tip of your tongue, but you can barely manage to form the meager few syllables that have already escaped you. Eyebrows knotted at your forehead, you try desperately to coax more movement from him - a whine, a whimper, a thrash of your pinned hands flattened by his strong grip - but Daryl’s so damn still and it’s driving you crazy. When your body settles for only ragged breathing and shaking thighs, he takes it as his cue to lean down, lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s so affectionate you forget that, just moments ago, he was relentlessly pounding into you.

“Don’t know. Seems like you might be wantin’ it more’n me.”

Smiling against your mouth, he pulls away just enough to speak. A challenge in his words so obvious to you that you try in vain to buck your hips to his. If he didn’t sound so good and look so good and feel so damn good, you would have denied it, but you’re strung so taut, so close to the peak, that you can barely form a retort. A stupid, handsome smirk rests on his lips as he waits. Patient. Like it wasn’t affecting him, being buried in you. He’s just waiting for your words - goading you as he watches from underneath his lashes.

“Daryl, I swear to God if you stop right-“

The insincere threat is enough to spur him into action. Partly due to the fact you sound so desperate and ruined for him, and partly because he just needs to feel you again - he would lay you down and take you the way you deserved on the bed come morning, but right now was a different matter entirely. Swearing, his smirk drops in favour of a scowl, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he snaps up into you in quick succession. The hand at your thigh is roaming now, massaging and palming wherever his nimble fingers can worm their way onto before it splays across your ass, using the grip to pull your body impossibly closer to his. Daryl would have made you beg for him - he wanted to - but he can’t stop himself. Not when you look so pretty up against the wall and you’re taking his cock so well.

“Been gone four days an’ you’re already so damn needy.”

Whether that statement was directed at you or himself, you would never know.

An abashed whimper escapes through you and you want to deny it, perhaps just to see what would happen, but you can’t. You can’t because Daryl’s right. He knows he is, and you know he is. You thrash your arms so you can touch him, feel his skin underneath your fingers, but his grip around your wrists keeps you firm against the ceramic tiling - just enough to keep you pinned so he can admire the way you squirm for him. Grunts and groans of your name escape from him with each thrust, the feeling of your body melded to his much too intoxicating for him to keep his mouth shut.

“What, you embarrassed now? Wanna cover your mouth? Keep them noises from me when you’re soundin’ so damn pretty? Ya better not be thinkin’ about it. ‘Cause ya damn well ain’t gotta.”

Daryl tilts his head, eyes squinting in faux-concern and mocking you as his hips relentlessly hit up into yours, pushing out the breath from your lungs which escape in tantalizing gasps with each roll. You’re so close, and the only thing you can do is moan at the sound of his rough voice, the coil tightening in your abdomen because of his determined thrusts. You just need a little more - just a little more - and he reads you like a book.

Without warning, the hand pinning your wrists frees itself, his finger pinpointing back between your thighs with an unadulterated eagerness to pull your climax from you and you damn near cry out Daryl’s name as you claw at his back. It’s like second nature to him, the way he can touch you and make you crumble for him. Practice does make perfect, and he’s always been a persistent man.

“Ya sure as hell weren’t when you were bein’ a brat.”

Everything he’s doing to you is almost effortless. It makes your legs shake and without warning, your thighs tense up, a white hot surge of pleasure erupting from the base of your stomach and you gasp a broken moan of Daryl’s name as you clutch at his neck in an effort to keep yourself from collapsing onto him. He holds you close, chest pushed up to yours and breathing ruined into your ear as he works you through your climax with dextrous fingers, chasing his own as his rhythm begins to falter. Sporadic thrusts meet each flutter of your clenching warmth. until he can’t hold out anymore.

Screwing his eyes shut, a stuttered chanting of profanities mixed in perfectly with pleads of your name fan out from his mouth and he pulls out, rubbing himself harsh against your thigh before your fingers wrap around his cock. Fuck, Daryl nearly crumbles right then and there, a ragged groan rushing from him before his hips jerk upwards to your touch - nothing could even compare to it and he thinks nothing could ever come close. Nothing except you. Pulsing in your grasp, both of his rough hands dig into either of your thighs and he stills, teeth gritted as the evidence of his pleasure hits your stomach before being washed away in the steady stream of water.

Satisfied, you smile and lean towards him, your head coming off the ceramic wall, and he parts his lips immediately for your tongue, but you pull away after giving him a quick peck. Scrunching his nose, Daryl pats lightly at your thigh for your attention and seeks your lips once more, moving his with the same amount of overwhelming love and affection he always does. It makes you feel warm inside, like you were the only one in the world for him. And you were. At least, in his mind you were.

He releases the grip he has on your thigh and slowly lowers it, his hand still ghosting close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. Both legs still shaking slightly, your foot hits the floor of the shower and you lean your weight on it, tentative and experimentally at first before you overestimate its security and half-fall-half-stumble into him. Daryl notices, of course he does, and he swallows down the pride welling in his chest as his sure grasp steadies you against his body.

“Hey, hey, I got ya. Jus’- jus’- I got ya.”

By instinct, he speaks, the rumble of his chest against yours making your heart well up with the familiar fondness you always experience when it comes to him. Daryl wasn’t a man of many words even though you had managed to break him out of his shell a little - at least with you - but there was no doubt in your mind that he genuinely and wholeheartedly cared about you. In his eyes, you had strung the stars into the sky and he always treated you with a softness he never thought himself capable of.

With one hand on his waist and one on his shoulder, you use Daryl as a crutch, continuing to lean your weight on your legs until they cease to shake. When you can stand on your own, albeit with wobbly legs, you link your fingers in both of his and meet his protective gaze - alert as if prepared to catch you again if your body gave any type of signal. He smiles when he sees the expression on your face and brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a firm kiss onto the back of each of your hands before letting go and reaching for the bar of soap you two had ignored in exchange for something more riveting.

“Here, let me- I’ll help ya wash up.”

It meets your shoulder and it’s cold as he trails it down, lathering your right arm before moving across your chest and to your left. Smiling at his concern, you hum, nodding your head and content at the feeling of his tenderness as he continues to dutifully run the suds down along your body. Daryl unabashedly goes about copping a feel or two when his hand just so happens to fall onto your chest or your ass, a boyish grin meeting your quirked eyebrow when you question his intentions with a look. If you actually, truly cared to ask him, he would say he was helping you wash your body and making sure he was doing it to the best of his ability - quality assurance or some shit like that.

He helps you lather, too, calloused fingers rubbing off dead skin much better than yours could as he focuses the showerhead on him. You laugh when he pulls you into him, water streaming down your body along with his hands as the bubbles wash off your body and you run the bar of soap along the broad expanse of his shoulders, doing your fair share of subtle… touching too. Daryl all but melts into your caring hands, revelling in the way your attention is solely focused on him before he grunts, as if signalling you to look at him. When you do, his hands loop around your waist, head tilted to one side as he gingerly rubs those little shapes he always love to draw onto your skin.

“Y’alright? Was, uh, was that alright, I mean.”

Allowing you to maneuver him under the shower, he begrudgingly lets go of you to rinse off all the soap and feels genuinely clean for the first time in what felt like days. Smiling, you respond, saluting playfully and laying a small peck onto the corner of his lips before you spin around, pulling the curtain open just enough to reach for the towel lying just a few inches away on the towel rack but still keeping the warmth from the water in.

“Yes, sir!”

His cock twitches at the name, betraying the slur of fatigue in his voice and he sighs at himself, turning the shower knob off and opening the curtain fully, reaching for his own towel that hangs next to yours. He always did feel like a teenager when it came to you, and usually he didn’t mind it, but he really was tired before this and his back is killing him, so maybe another time.

Drying your body, you turn your head towards him and smile before making quick work of your wet hair and stepping out, pulling your underwear on from where you left it on the bathroom counter. It’s a small smile, one fully innocent and only ever reserved for him, but that look makes your words replay in his mind. A shudder runs through him as he tries to ease a smile onto his face too, admiring the scene of you for a moment. It’s domesticity, showing him a homelife he could actually feel loved and safe in; reminding Daryl something like that actually existed for him.

He imagines meeting you in a different world, wooing you like you deserved through coffee dates and Radiohead concerts, not through killing reanimated corpses or guarding Alexandria’s walls together, and his whole body calms down.

But then you pull on a shirt that’s much too big for you - one of his shirts that you said you liked wearing because it smelled like him - and he swallows his spit as if he hadn’t seen you naked just moments ago, a familiar shudder running through him again. Definitely another time. Near future, preferably.

Hopefully.

“You coming?”

Your voice breaks Daryl out of his daydream and he grunts an answer, smirking at the joke that just popped into his head as he replies with a curt ‘I just did’ and catches the pair of boxers you throw at him in response. Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through your hair and try to dry it as much as you can with the towel before reaching for your toothbrush. He follows suit, dressed in only his boxers as he brushes his teeth and shakes his wet hair at you like a dog, causing you to whip water at him off your fingertips after you wash off the excess toothpaste dribbling at the corners of your mouth. Smiling internally, he spits, tasting mint on his tongue that he'd much rather replace with the taste of your lips, even though he knows full well you’re just as minty as he is.

“Thank you.”

Meeting his eye in the mirror, you give him a confused look, eyebrows raised in an expression he thought was much too cute on your face for your own good. Your hands don’t still as you continue to rub out the water in your hair, determined not to go to bed with it too wet and risking it to clump up and dry tangled.

“For lettin’ me, uh, do that.”

His naturally gravelly voice clears up, turning slightly more timid than you were used to and you notice the shift in his behaviour. He avoids your gaze, waiting for your response as he fiddles with the lantern he now has in his grasp, unsure of what you would say and you decide your hair is dry enough. Hanging your towel back onto the rack next to his, you grab his free hand and lead the two of you back towards the bed, smiling affectionately as you turn off the lightsource and place it onto the nightstand. Wide-eyed, Daryl stares at you, as if waiting for you to tell him to leave - that you hated what he had done - but you break him from that train of thought as you slip under the covers and welcome him to join you.

Relief washes over him and he happily climbs in, groaning at the feeling of your body next to his and he succumbs to the comfort of the mattress. Pushing yourself into his side, his arms automatically open for you and he swears he could cry when you brush your thumb against his cheekbone and lean up to him.

“Anything for you.”

He feels the words as you whisper them just inches away from his lips, and he relishes in them when you pull away from the quick peck and dig your face into your pillow, closing your eyes and just looking so at peace. You’re so close to him Daryl’s in awe and he can’t help but stare. Wanting to hold onto the feeling of his skin a little longer, your finger draws a little heart over where his beats in his chest and you speak again, voice so warm and sincere.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

Home. That’s what it is to him now, too.

“Glad ‘m home too.”

With a final kiss laid on your forehead, Daryl echoes your statement and pulls your body closer into his. A small smile tugs at his lips and his arm slings lazily at your waist before he, too, closes his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the lull of sleep.

It was good to be back.

Back to a home he had made with you.

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nyuksw · 3 years ago

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[4:08pm] Sunwoo — Smut

warnings: breeding kink, mirror kink, praising kink

Sunwoo glared at you through the mirror reflection as you were with Eric who was showing you some of the dance moves that were part of his rap verse choreography out of fun. Everything was fine until you two started to get too close and a little too touchy for his liking. Eric is a natural affectionate and touchy kind of person, of course with no malicious intentions behind, but for Sunwoo it was quite the opposite.

“I really like the rap you wrote.” you gushed to him after he showed you his work.

“You think so? I struggled to write it for a few days, I was about to ask Sunwoo for help.”

“Yeah, it came out really good. You don’t need Sunwoo’s help!” You reassured him one more time.

“Thanks Y/N.” he smiled confidently at you, suddenly wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to head towards the door as practice was over and everyone started to leave, except of course Sunwoo, who stood behind glaring at both of you.

“We’re going to get some bubble tea, wanna come? It’s on me!” Eric asked excitedly, making you giggle at how he was always so energetic even after practice.

“Sure! I’ve been craving some lately. Sunwoo do y-” you turned around to look at Sunwoo who was standing on the same spot, arms crossed and a serious cold look.

You knew Sunwoo perfectly and you could tell he was upset over something, however you never expected it would be because you’ve been close to Eric lately and you simply assumed he was very tired from all the practice and stress happening lately.

“You know what, I think I’ll stay back this time. I would prefer to go home and relax with Sunwoo if you don’t mind.” You said softly, signaling to Eric with your eyes to take a look at your grumpy boyfriend.

Eric looked behind you, his mouth turning into an ‘O’ shape and nodding, “Sure, we can go another time! Drive safely back home, see ya at the dorms Sunwoo!” Eric waved and exited the practice room leaving you and Sunwoo behind.

“Ready to go?” You asked Sunwoo as you helped him gather his things, putting them inside his bag but got no answer.

You finished packing and looked at him one more time, he was on the same spot still staring at you. You sighed and headed to the door but before you could even step out he slammed the door shut and turned your body around with a swift move.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asked slowly.

“Well… practice is over and the guys are getting some food...” You trailed off trying to register why he was talking and acting like this. Was it really a rough practice?

“Do you want to go for the food or for Eric?”

oh so that was it... he was jealous

“What do you mean?” you asked again, pretending to be clueless.

His hand went to crept up your shirt. “You know exactly what I mean. Do you think I’m stupid and didn’t see they way you were acting with him?”

“Sunwoo, we were only dancing and hanging o—”

He didn’t let you finish your sentence as he leaned in and kissed you roughly. Just enough to show you how much he wanted you and how upset he was, he pushed you more against the door and grind against you, making you feel how hard he was already.

He pulled away and his hands started creeping up your shirt touching all the skin he could as his head dipped low to kiss your neck.

“Only I can touch you.” He murmured against your skin before his lips started sucking the skin, leaving a mark. You were still trying to catch your breath when he suddenly lifted your shirt and removed it completely. Leaving you only with your bra, he cupped your boobs and gave them a light squeeze as he kissed you again.

“I love your tits so much.” He said as he started removing your bra, dropping it to the floor next to your shirt.

His mouth immediately sucking on one of your nipples, pinching the other one with his fingers before moving to suck it too. He flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue and moved to suck on the top of your breasts, leaving marks there too. He pulled away and admired your tits all wet from being sucked.

“So beautiful and all mine. Only mine.” He said kneading your tits slowly as his thumbs rubbed your nipples in circular motions. He leaned in and captured your lips once again as one of his hands made his way under your panties and his long delicate fingers found your clit, making you gasp.

“W-What if someone comes in?” you said making a poor attempt of pushing his hand away.

“So what? They will see that only I can make you feel this good. Only I can touch you like this.”

He pushed two fingers inside you and you moaned, echoing through the practice room.

“Let me hear those pretty moans, baby.” He started thrusting his fingers faster. You were close, your legs starting to get very weak but he pulled his fingers out.

“You won’t have an orgasm yet, you've haven’t behaving well.” He whispered against your lips.

“Sunwoo... please.” You whined but he only placed a finger on your lips.

“You earned it.” He smirked and removed his shirt. Your hands are going to touch his body. “Like what you see?”

Your hands went to tug at his pants desperately and he pulled them down, releasing his hard dick and you moaned just by looking at it. But before you could even touch it he grabbed your wrists and stopped you.

“Not today baby, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” He said as he pulled down your pants and panties. “I promise I’ll let you suck my dick later at home.”

He grabbed one of your legs and lifted it up, holding it up with his forearm. His other hand pumped his dick a few times before aligning it to your entrance and pushing in without a warning.

“You feel so good, your tight pussy takes my dick so well.”

He thrusted up and only the sound of slapping skin and moans could be heard in the entire room, suddenly becoming too hot. You wrapped your arms around him to support yourself, Sunwoo burying his head into your neck placing kisses.

He pulled out and turned you around, your face now being pressed against the door and thrusted deep into you again, now supporting yourself with your hands pressed against the door. He turned to his side where the big mirror was. “Turn around, look at your reflection in the mirror.” He said, grabbing your chin and turning you to face the mirror.

“Look at the way you are being fucked. No one can fuck you like I do.”

You started to feel even more hot and wet by looking at the mirror, seeing the way Sunwoo snapped his hips and thrusted into you, slapping your ass and squeezing it.

“Look at the way my dick fills your pretty pussy perfectly.”

He grabbed you by the waist and without pulling out he moved you and pressed you now against the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you from behind.”

He started thrusting harder and faster, making your tits bounce and your nipples gaze over the cold mirror every time, adding more pleasure.

“Your tits look so beautiful bouncing like that. Are you watching?” He asked as he moved your hair to your side, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder. “So perfect, you're all mine.”

“Sunwoo...” You moaned.

“What is it, baby?”

“Please, I’m close...” You managed to say between moans and unsteady breathing.

“You’re doing so well. Tell me who is the only person that can make you feel this good.”

“You.”

“Say my name. I want you to say my name.” he grunted, gripping your hips and thrusting hard, making you scream his name earning a smirk from him.

He kept thrusting a few more times before you finally came, screaming his name one more time and your pussy tightening around him. He stopped his movements and finally came inside you, his warm release filling you completely as he moaned and collapsed against you.

“Be good and take all my cum, fuck.” he pulled out of you and watched his cum leak out of you, bringing up two fingers to push it back inside and making sure it stays there.

He placed soft kisses on your back as he helped you walk towards a chair, collecting all the scattered clothes on the floor to get dressed again.

“If this is how jealous sex will be like, then I guess I’ll hang out with your friends more often.” You said laughing, making him chuckle.

“You better not.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you and sending you a glare.

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ejzah · 2 years ago

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There are stories where Sam and Callen are asked about working with Deeks because it must be a chore. Can you do a story where someone sympathizes/commiserates with Deeks that he has to work with them. It would be nice for the someone to give him credit for working with them and their attitudes toward him even though he's proven himself over and over.

A/N: I’m sorry for how long it took me to get to this prompt. This is sent in season 4.

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An Ally

“No Deeks, I am not going with you to a surfing championship. I hear enough about swells and boards from you every single day, I don’t need that times several hundred.”

“Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun,” Deeks wheedled, nudging Kensi’s shoulder as they strolled into the mission. He’d been chipping away at her for most of the drive in, and knew he was close to getting her to agree.

“Is this all some ploy to see me in a bikini again?” Kensi asked, turning to him with her hands on her fists, a smirk tugging at her upper lip.

“Kens, I’m insulted. I would never, ever do something like that. However, if you feel compelled to wear the recommended attire for a surfing competition, who am I to stop you.” He gave Kensi his most persuasive grin, lowering his voice. “You know you want to see my skills.”

Kensi looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s assuming I find your, ahem, skills impressive,” she retorted, turning around to better enjoy his reaction.

“Meow.” They turned into the bullpen where Callen, Sam and a man Deeks didn’t recognize were already gathered. “Oh hey, didn’t realize we had visitors.”

“Kensi, Deeks, this is Agent Jeffrey Carrillo from the Florida field office,” Callen introduced. “Carrillo, this is Agent Kensi Blye, and LAPD Liaison Marty Deeks.”

“Don’t worry, despite his looks, he’s harmless,” Sam added with a smirk.

“Thanks,” Deeks drawled, reaching out to shake Jeffrey Carrillo’s hand. “Nice to meet you Jeffrey.”

“You too. And it’s Jeff.”

“So, what brings you to LA,” Kensi asked. “That’s kind of a trip.”

“It is,” he agreed. “I had a prisoner transport up this way and your boss, Hetty, asked if I could stick around for a couple cases. Apparently my boss couldn’t refuse. Literally.”

“Sounds about right,” Deeks said, already liking Jeff. He had a head of tight brown curls, deeply tanned skin, and an infectious smile.

“Deeks, you think you can handle showing Jeff around?” Callen asked.

“I’ll try not to get lost.”

“Then Kensi can catch you up on our operations,” Sam added. Deeks resisted the urge to roll his eyes at being relegated to tour guide, and gestured for Jeff to follow him.

***

“So that’s OPS where Nell and Eric, otherwise known as the Wonder Twins rule. You’ll love them,” Deeks explained, calling back on his experience leading campus tours in college. “They do all kinds of wizardry that the rest of us can’t even begin to comprehend.”

“Can’t wait,” Jeff said, smiling as he followed along at a leisurely pace.

“Any questions so far?”

“Not about the building. But I am curious about the liaison part. How does that work?”

“I’m pretty sure Hetty completely invented the position just so she could recruit me from LAPD a few years ago. I’m supposed to act as a go between for NCIS and the police, most days I’m essentially acting as an agent,” Deeks told him, suck in a sharp breath. “Just don’t tell Sam, Callen, or Kensi I said that.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you’ve made it through that long working with Hanna and Callen,” Jeff commented, shaking his head. “That’s impressive.”

“Wait, you know Sam and Callen?”

“Oh yeah, my previous team had a joint case with them years ago. It must have been before your time. I was just a little rookie fresh out of FLETC back then, but I saw how they treated anybody that didn’t live up to their ridiculous and very particular standards.” Jeff shook his head again, glancing significantly at Deeks. “But I bet you know all about that.”

“How’d you guess?”

“Well, let’s see. The condescending jokes were a big hint. You also don’t look the part, which I personally am a huge fan of. And you aren’t afraid to speak your mind,” Jeff listed off with a shrug. “From what I remember, those are all top hits in the “Sam Hanna least favorite things” playlist.”

“Did you get the LA Special Treatment package too?” Deeks asked, discreetly looking Jeff over. He wouldn’t exactly consider him a rebel at first glance.

“Oh, no. I was too scared not to fall into line as back then,” Jeff answered with a chuckle. “Which I kind of regret now. There were a couple of people on my old team though who were not your typical agents at all, but they were amazing at what they did. Callen and Hanna just kind of walked all over them a lot. Or made those jokes that are just a little too unkind to be funny. Never sat well with me.”

“I could say they mean well, but that’s not always true.” Deeks grinned wryly. “It sucked at first, but for the most part it’s way better than my first few months.”

“Geez.” Jeff gave him a look of disbelief. “Now I respect you even more for sticking it out. And that’s why as soon as this little trial period is over, I’m headed back home to Florida. I did this because Hetty insisted, but even she can’t convince me to make the switch.

“Understandable,” Deeks said. “Though if you ever change your mind, I’ve got your back.”

“I appreciate that, Deeks. Same here. And if you ever need to vent, I’m just a call away.”

“You got a deal, brother.”

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A/N: Yes, this was a little harsh on Sam and Callen, but sometimes they don’t play so nicely.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam and Callen #Deeks makes a friend #prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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mariesocuniverse · 2 years ago

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Lullaby

Melody has trouble sleeping

Time: 2020

Melody blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The white of her walls seemed to be mocking her as she couldn’t find it in herself to go to bed.

The others have already gone to bed, if the lack of light she could see underneath her bedroom door could mean anything.

Melody turned over and looked at her clock, groaning as the glaring 3AM stared right back at her.

She was glad Eric got rid of that demon alarm that shook the entire dorm.

Melody didn’t understand why she couldn’t sleep.

She even tried to count sheep but that didn’t work either.

Melody sighed and got up from bed, tiptoeing her way outside her room.

The boys were asleep in their rooms and considering that they shared the rooms, compared to Melody having her own, she didn’t want to risk waking the entire dorm up.

She quietly shuffled to the kitchen, searching for something to eat for a late night meal.

Was ramen at 3AM a bad idea?

In her sleep deprived state, Melody didn’t seem to care as she opened the pack and quietly cooked her ramen.

To her credit, she was surprised how quiet she managed to be while cooking the ramen on the stove.

When she deemed her ramen ready, she turned off the stove and put the ramen in a bowl, crouching down on the floor to eat her food.

Melody hummed, satisfied with how her 3AM meal tasted.

“What are you doing?”

She nearly choked on her noodles when she heard the voice behind her, whipping her head around to see a concerned Jacob standing behind her.

“Why are you here?” Melody whispered, getting up from her position and placing her bowl on the counter.

“I heard you in the kitchen and wanted to know what you were doing.”

“What are Superman or something?”

The pointed look he gave her was enough for her to know he was serious.

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought it would be a good idea to get a snack.” Melody admitted. She was never able to lie to Jacob often.

“You should tell us if you’re having trouble sleeping,” Jacob said softly, examining the bags forming under her eyes,”It’s not good if this happens often.”

“I know...”

Jacob was silent for a moment and Melody could tell that he was deep in thought.

“How about I sing you a lullaby?” Jacob offered, cutting her off before she could snap him out of his daydream.

“I’m 22, not an 8 year old.” Melody said to him.

“C’mon, think of it like we’re back as trainees.” Jacob said, ruffling Melody’s hair with a smile.

Melody felt the corner of her lips rise for a second.

She used to have trouble sleeping as a trainee, more so than now, despite being exhausted from all the practice she did to prepare for their debut.

Yet, whenever Jacob sang to her, he always managed to lull her to sleep.

Her sleeping got better as more time past so Melody didn’t need it, but it seemed that today was an exception.

“But the dishes-”

“I can wash them after you go to bed.” Jacob persuaded, tugging her towards her room.

Despite her silent protests, Melody allowed him to drag her to her room and tuck her into her bed.

“I feel like a kid again.” She said amused, snuggling into her blanket.

“You act like it despite being only one year younger than me.”

Melody slapped Jacob playfully, the man chuckling as he sat down on Melody’s bed.

She closed her eyes when Jacob started singing, focusing on the boy’s soft voice.

조금 더 Step Step Step 나비처럼 난 조심스레 다가가 또다시 밀려나

Soon enough, the soothing voice started lulling her to sleep, her breathing starting to steady and she felt sleep creep up on her.

“Sleep well Melody.”

#the boyz 12th member #12th member of the boyz #the boyz addition #the boyz female addition #the boyz female oc #kpop female addition #tbz female member #tbz oc #tbz female addition #tbz female oc

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cardansriddle · 4 years ago

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Eric Coulter- Impatient

Summary: You and Eric have something going on between you that is left unlabeled, all because of his commitment issues. This leads to some arguments and an angry make out session. Idk the story is better than the summary.

A/N: I don’t know if people still are into Divergent, so if you are, here’s an Eric one shot for you because he is underrated and let’s admit, so much hotter than Four.

Warnings: Making out? angst, choking.

Somehow Jay had managed to drag me into a bar full of sweaty dancing bodies, convinced me to wear a short black dress that hugged my body just at the right places and apparently planned on me getting batshit drunk, considering the amount of shots he was ordering. "Can we get twelve tequila shots?" He asked the bartender cheekily, who nodded and started preparing our drinks.

"Jay, I'm gonna be on the floor after those shots," I groaned. I had no shame in hiding the fact that I was a lightweight, everyone has seen it. I quickly scanned the room with my eyes in hopes of seeing a certain leader and once I could not locate him, I turned around and watched as the bartender put our drinks in front of us on the table. Without waiting for Jay, I licked the salt of the brim of the glass before downing the shot and biting into the lemon.

"Then darling, you better hope it's clean." He smirked without a care in the world.

I groaned and I could already feel the buzz of alcohol hitting my head.

"Hey, you're Bella right?" Someone tapped on my right shoulder. I twisted my body so I was facing the unfamiliar face. I nodded in order to confirm his question and he smiled before holding out his hand.

"I'm Zack." He introduced himself and I shook his hand politely. He then leaned in really close, invading my personal space as he whispered with a low voice. "I have seen you fight. Really impressive moves you've got there."

With furrowed eyebrows, I muttered out a 'thanks' watching as he chuckled before he leaned in once again as if I missed his point. "Maybe you'll show me more of those moves?"

Before I could reply and decline his obvious offer, I felt a presence at my back. "Leave." A familiar deep voice commanded from behind me, and I resisted the urge to smile widely at the sound of it. Despite not admitting it, I've been craving to see Eric again, he was a wicked potion that seeped into every pore and cell of my being, something so potent that even the tiniest drop left me aching for him.

Zayn or Zack, I forgot what his name was fumbled around before he left hurriedly, not in the mood to face the wrath of Eric Coulter. No one was that brave. I waited till he came to stand in front of me, eyes holding fury as he looked down at me.

"Hi, Eric." I greeted him nonchalantly, putting on a smile that I was sure looked more like a grimace.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, body tense as he stepped closer to me.

"Well, I'm not an initiate anymore, I can go to clubs," I replied with a shrug, watching as his anger grew. His fists clenched as he put one of his hands on the bar and the other on the back of the stool I was sitting in, trapping me there.

"No. You can't. Have you seen how all the men are looking at you in that little black dress?" Eric growled, his breath fanning my face as he spoke. His face was way too close to mine, yet I did not mind. Instead, I craved it, I needed the space between us to simply disappear.

However, I was a stubborn woman, so instead, I put my hands on his chest and roughly pushed him away, and stood up. His eyes travelled over me unashamedly, from head to toe before they settled on my eyes again.

"Fuck's sake, Eric!" I exclaimed. "Can't go to a club, can't wear a dress, can't do this, can't do that. Are you my dad?!"

"Keep this act up and I'll fucking spank you like I am."

My whole body stilled as I felt a familiar throb in my lower abdomen at his words. His chest was suddenly too close to mine, and my breasts grazed his chest with every heavy inhale that I took.

"Fuck you, you're a fucking asshole." I spit out.

"Watch your tongue, Bella." He hissed, leaning towards me as if to intimidate me.

"I'm sorry am I spitting venom again? Hopefully, it doesn't stain that pretty blonde hair of yours." I said before stomping away and out of the club. My partying mood was ruined, and despite the tequila shots that I took, I felt myself sobering up after my interaction with Eric. He made my blood boil, yet my heart still yearned for him.

I might not have tried any drugs, but there was no doubt in my mind that Eric was the closest I've ever come to an addictive substance.

I've gotten whiplash from his hot and cold behaviour. There were times I would not see or hear from him for days, then the next minute he was turning up at wherever I was, acting like I was his property.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. The unexpected action took me off guard, causing me to slam against a hard chest that I already knew belonged to Eric. We stood in a deserted corridor, panting as our eyes locked.

"Don't you dare ever walk away from me." He hissed. He clenched his jaw, and I knew he was furious.

"Then stop treating me like I don't fucking exist! I don't know whatever issues you have, but if you want me, then you better overcome them or at least let me help you! But do not treat me as if you own me when you do not even look at me half of the time! I am not your property, Coulter." I growled, feeling my anger rise as seconds passed. My words must've triggered something in him, as he slammed me against the nearest wall while his hand grabbed my throat, choking me.

He had me pinned against the wall, his eyes were dark with rage as he focused on strangling me. I knew my expression was deadly, I was looking right into his eyes and I was not scared at all. He was holding my neck so tight that I could already feel bruises forming there, yet I did not let my numb expression falter for a second, despite the pain. Any other person would be struggling to fight him off by now, or at least try to.

Instead, I decided to surprise him by sliding up my hands up his arm, until they rested on top of his hands around my neck. I smiled before whispering my next word.

"Harder."

I knew I caught him off guard since I felt his hands loosen around my neck as his eyes widened, so I used his moment of distraction to my advantage, quickly sliding my leg around the back of his knee before bringing him down on the ground, straddling him and pinning his hands down. I knew if he wanted, he could easily overpower me and get free of my hold. He was no doubt stronger than me, yet there was something very intimate about our position. It was as if he was submitting to me by staying underneath me, his hands pinned above his head as he looked at me with a look I could not decipher.

He then closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "You're mine."

"Not if you are not mine," I replied, watching the conflict in his eyes as he continued staring at me with that same goddamn look. "it can't be one-sided. If I am yours then you are mine."

"You're a weakness. My weakness." His eyes flickered to my lips before meeting my gaze. "And I can't have any weak spots."

"Then you have to let me go." My heart clenched painfully at the notion of never being with him. He inhaled deeply at my words but shook his head.

"Shut the fuck up." He said and it seemed as if something clicked in his brain, his eyes cleared as he freed his hands from my hold before bringing them to my face. his lips crushed against mine, cool and dripping with bitterness-- a flavour I had missed. It was just as I remembered it, still raw and passionate and full of greed. I kissed him back immediately, my body treating him like a drug that I have been craving yet could never get enough of. His hand gripped my thigh harshly, our lips moulding together as we got lost in each other.

I finally mustered up enough strength to pull away from the kiss, ignoring the way my body begged for me to kiss him again. "Make up your damn mind Eric. I'm getting impatient." I told him with heavy breaths, pulling away from him completely and standing up. I looked at him one last time, knowing my eyes held pain and agony at being separated from him after reuniting with him, and I walked away, hoping he would stand up and chase after me, tell me that he was mine as long as I was his, yet he did not, and I did not even bother wiping the tears that streamed down my face as I walked away from him, my heart hurting with every step that I took.

#eric coulter #divergent #eric coulter one shot #eric coulter imagine #eric coulter smut #eric coulter fanfic #eric coulter x reader #eric coulter angst #eric coulter divergent #dauntless #insurgent

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streetlight11 · 3 years ago

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Nothing More

Theme: brother's best friend au, drabble

Genre: angst

Warning: mentions of alcohol

WC: 917

Pairing: Choi Chanhee (New) x Fem!xReader

a/n: hellooo, here's a short drabble of Chanhee :> bear in mind, this chanhee character is a jerk so yeah...

Chanhee has been in your life for ages, only because he was your brother’s best friend. Though he was your age, he was apparently your brother’s friend because they went to the same school despite being in different years. Your brother was Bae Jacob and he is a year older than you. Jacob is so close with you that you tend to share even the most embarrassing stories with each other. He was basically the best sibling you could ever ask for.

Chanhee on the other hand, is a very unapproachable individual at first glance. He has a cold exterior which just screams ‘get away from me’ if he doesn’t know the person. The only reason why he talks to you is because you were his best friend’s baby sister. The only problem is, you have a pretty huge crush on him. Not even your brother knows about this.

One day, Jacob asked if you wanted to follow him and go hang out with his friends along with Chanhee. Technically he was on babysitting duties due to your parents being out of town for the weekend. Upon hearing Chanhee’s name in the list, you agreed to tag along.

You didn’t really know the rest of them that well but you’ve seen them multiple times in Jacob’s instastory.

It took you a while to warm up to them but it was pretty easy considering most of them were already very friendly and warm towards you despite all of them being younger than you. A few hours later, you were seated between Eric and Haknyeon on the couch when most of them suggested a game of ‘Dare Or Drink’ with the penalty being tequila shots. The first few rounds were already quite spicy, thankfully you weren’t involved in the dares.

However, your relief soon dissolved when the bottle landed on Chanhee. Only for Hyunjae to speak up without a single falter in his voice. “Kiss a girl in the room.” You knew this was a set up considering you were the only female in the room and it’s very obvious.

Immediately, Chanhee turned to you as his eyes then flickered over to Jacob as if silently begging for your brother to get mad and stop the game.

Instead, Jacob simply smiled and said “Go ahead. It’s just a game.”

You panicked as you looked back at Chanhee, seeing the way he was sort of thinking twice on whether to do it or just take a shot. However, seeing that he started to walk over to you, just tells you that he was actually going to do the dare. Your heart began to race in your chest.

Oh my god, does this mean he likes me too?

What if he has a crush on me like I have a crush on him?

Why else would he kiss me if he doesn’t feel the same way about me?

Oh my god it’s finally happening!

Chanhee stood in front of you as he hovered over you like a predator lurking on its prey. Soon enough, he leans down with his hands on the top of the couch to stop him from falling on you. Without any warning whatsoever, Chanhee kissed you almost hungrily as he basically attacked your lips. You melted against his lips, letting your hands clutch onto his shirt to pull him down. Except, the minute you were about to deepen the kiss, Chanhee pulled back without a single doubt.

He soon went back to his seat as if nothing happened and this itself confused you beyond words. What happened to kissing you? Why was he suddenly acting like he did not just kiss you in front of your brother? What is going on?

A few minutes after you all decided to end the game and some of them were already tipsy, you noticed Chanhee going to the kitchen to grab a drink for him to wash down the alcohol in his throat. Since he was alone, you took this chance to acknowledge him about the kiss earlier.

Nobody told you to prepare for the heartbreak you were about to feel in less than 5 minutes though.

“H-Hey Chanhee… Um, can I talk to you?” You started as you watched him rake the fridge for something to drink. All the while, he never spared you a glance and even then, it hurts you slightly.

“Uh. What do you want?”

“Um… Well, you see…I-I um… I actually um… I-I…” You couldn’t let the words out of your mouth so he did it for you.

“Don’t worry about it. I only did it for the game.”

He paused as he took a huge gulp of the soda before shutting the fridge door and soon turned around to face you with the most emptiest expression you’ve ever seen before he continued, “Besides, it’s just a kiss. Nothing more…” That was the last thing he said as he made his way towards the living room and past you. His words struck you like lightning as your heart felt like it had just been ripped out of your chest and was thrown to the ground like a piece of glass.

All these while, you thought he would reciprocate your feelings. That maybe one day, you’ll end up being in a loving relationship with him. That you would hear him say ‘i love you’ to you over and over again while he kisses you.

Looks like you’ve just been delusional the entire time.

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sunfire-forever · 4 years ago

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Punishment time part 2

Part 1

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x The Boyz Eric x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: smut, threesome, dom!juyeon, switch!eric, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , double penetrati0n, nipple play, usage of toys, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: After a wild night spent with your best friend's flatmate without your bestie knowing, you are coming back to their apartment. It is your birthday and they are waiting for you with a proper gift, making this night definitely one that you and your body will never forget.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight shining from Juyeon's window to your face. Juyeon had his arm wrapped around you caressing your naked body under his blanket. You could still smell his parfume mixed with many other scents from the night before. His muscles around you made you feel so safe and sound. You needed a few minutes to realize that the past night was not a dream and you were thinking about if you could even walk from so much pleasure the man next to you gave you. You turned around to look at him. Juyeon was dead gorgeous. He was still sleeping yet his messy hair made him look so cute and innocent - completely opposite to what happened last night.

You looked at the clock and it was already 10:27am. Oh my goodness, you needed to go home! You didn't plan to have sex with your best friend's flatmate but even more you didn't plan to stay overnight. There were so many thoughts in your head - how should you behave after this? how will Eric react - does he already know? and what was the comment Juyeon said about Eric, was it true?

You needed to put away these thoughts for awhile and just get your ass out of the room before Juyeon wakes up. You put on your clothes, packed your things and quietly exited the room. You peeked in the room next door which was Eric's trying to see if he is sleeping but no one was there. After turning around and letting a sigh of relief, you went to put on your shoes. After tieing up your shoelaces where you needed to squat, you raised up again seeing 2 legs in front of you.

"Eric Sohn! What are you doing here?"

"Um it's my apartment I guess. You look messy, what happened to you? Here - your charger."

You completely forgot that you were supposed to meet because of the charger. Gosh, you've had luck since if didn't hear anything thinking you came for the charger.

"Thanks!" you said trying to look as less obvious as possible. "By the way, why do you have a cake in your hand?", you ask noticing him holding a cake as well.

"Hm, I wouldn't think you'd forgot your own birthday tomorrow but yeah I bought it for you"

Oh shit, that's true. Your birthday was tomorrow and you didn't think of it at all.

"Wow Eric, thank you! But it's too early to eat it now..."

"True, but you can come by in the evening and we can wait for midnight together just like we do every year."

"Sounds like a plan" you said.

"Yeah the cake was meant to be a surprise, y/n" - Eric said while accompanying you to the door, you already going outside. He gazed at you and made a dramatic pause.

"But I guess we need to think of another surprise for the night" he said slowly, while the door closing in front of your eyes watching Eric's mischievous smile get out of your sight.

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8:00pm. Juyeon and Eric's apartment.

You waited in front of the doorstep checking yourself out in the reflection of the door.

Every time you've entered this apartment you were in some sort of hoodies, sweaters, clothes for chilling out and relaxing.

But today, that was not the case.

You rang the bell and the door opened.

"Hey y/n what's up.. Ohhhhh myyy" - you heard Eric say in awe.

You took your birthday as a reason good enough to look smoking hot. Sexy. Seductive.

You wore a tight red see-through dress and black lacy bra and fishnet tights underneath.

You had a choker around your neck and you were smelling like roses. And yes, you were standing like this in front of your best friend. He doesn't need to know that you drank 3 glasses of soju before you came here. You just enjoyed this confidence and thought it's completely appropriate for your birthday. He also looked very handsome with a black unbottoned shirt.

You entered the apartment . "I'll go to the basement and get the beer", said Eric leaving your sight. You bent down to take your heels off and while squating you felt a big hand grabbing your butt.

"Hello princess."

You threw your heels on the side and stood up while the hand still grabbing your booty.

*Shit* you said in your head. This was unfair.

In front of you was Juyeon, looking like the most fuckable creature in the world. He had a black t-shirt and extremely tight leather pants on. His forehead was showing and he was looking at you like you're a treat he is just about to taste.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Oh what do you think?" you replied moving his hand from your butt under your dress to your core. His hands were going over your cold skin and fishnet tights and when they reached the end point, you saw his expression change.

Maybe you decided to leave your panties home making his cold fingers directly over your core. This small thing made you notice his bulge becoming more evident making him go crazy even if he didn't want to show it much, his body revealed all signs. He leaned in for a kiss, but the moment got interrupted by the sound of Eric's steps approaching the living room from the basement.

"I brought the beer!" Eric shouted while you two got your hands off of each other. In the end, Eric doesn't know anything. You tried to act normal, although the chemistry and sparks between Juyeon and you were on fire.

An hour and 10 beers later, the three of you were all on the couch comfortably next to each other. In the beginning you were all just regularly sitting, but many laughs and celebratory cheers afterwards you were all laying down. You were in the middle and as the night approached, you comfortably turned around to your bestie Eric him hugging you from the back. You used to hug a lot, this was nothing new. He was also the one who liked skinship and sometimes you also played video games in this position. But as he was holding you in your arms and hugging you, he started doing something so far unknown. He took your palms and started slowly massaging them. This felt so good. You felt your body relaxing and at one point you even closed your eyes diving into this unfamiliar yet erotic sensation. You opened your eyes and saw Eric's head move much closer to yours, his soft lips being an inch away. But then you turned your hand around looking at Juyeon on the other side of the couch extremely furious. You were not touching him, but the way of how you were laying down with your legs very open made him looked at your bare pussy under your short dress.

You spread out your hand and took another beer, not breaking the eye contact with Juyeon. He looked jealous, irritated and needy.

He wanted to grab you from Eric's arms and use you to his own pleasure. You opened the bottle, yet the weird position made you... spill half of the bottle over you.

You and Eric immediately wanted to stand up looking at the mess. The beer spilled over you and your floor. Your top was so wet that the thin material completely revealed your stripped bralette as well as your hardened nipples after the reaction with the cold liquid. And while you were standing up Juyeon took a close look at your soaked body.

"Eric, where is the mop?"

"In the first drawer in my room."

"Cool, let me get it quickly"

You entered Eric's room and approached his shelf, opening the first drawer. You froze.

"Holy shit" you said being flabbergasted. You were looking at were definitely... not mops.

It was a drawer full of sex toys. Your eyes opened wide. Dildos, vibrators, chains, nipple clamps, rings and so many items you were not sure what they are. You had a few moments of blackout your brain not believing that your so far innocent best friend had a collection like this. You were staring at the items when you suddenly heard noise behind you.

"Oh well, well, what do have in here" you heard while turning around and seeing Eric at the front door.

"I told you the first drawer from above baby, not from below"

"I didn't know you're into these things, Eric", you replied.

"Oh look who's the one saying that. I also didn't know you were into being fucked raw the whole night. I couldn't sleep yesterday from your moans coming out from Juyeon's room"

"You... you heard it? I... I can explain"

"There is only one thing I want you to explain."

said Eric stepping closer and closer to you.

You heard a door slam in the back.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. We didn't agree to play like this. I still didn't give you permission to touch... what was mine." said Juyeon approaching you too and holding your chin up.

"Don't start whining once you receive your punishment pup. You'd be so powerless against me, begging and begging to cum for me but only I can decide when and how you will. You're mine and your body knows it, responding only to my touch I'll make sure you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." - said Juyeon... to Eric.

You witnessed Eric turning from a confident flirt to an ultimate sub carefully listening and obeying to every word Juyeon spoke out of his mouth. Damn, you knew Juyeon can make so many people wrapped around his finger but you never thought your best friend is one of them. Juyeon took Eric's chin and stared at the younger one, pulling him in for a wild kiss.

"But not today, pup. Today we are taking care of this birthday princess over here. She deserved to be handled well. Do you have a wish, baby?" Juyeon asked switching the attention to you.

"I only have one wish" you said, hearing the clock marking that the midnight has arrived.

"Fuck the hell out of me", you replied.

A second later Juyeon took your waist and pushed you relentlessly on the bed. He pulled your dress up and didn't even bother to take off your tights but just ripped a part of them making a hole exactly at your already dripping core.

"Happy birthday, beautiful" said Juyeon at the second where he slammed 3 of his fingers in you while his thumb hitting a sensitive spot on your clit.

"Ahhhhh fuck Juyeon" you moaned loudly, but soon you were shut up by Eric who started making out with you.

Eric's lips felt like cotton candy. They were so soft and plump but the tenderness didn't last long since all of a sudden the mood completely changed and the kisses started being faster, deeper and rougher, matching the pace of Juyeon's fingers. Eric's kisses felt forbidden, you never expected for you two to get closer to this level of intimacy. But damn, you couldn't complain since it felt so damn good. You felt your high was coming closer so you couldn't control yourself but whine and moan. Eric moved his lips to your neck, leaving juicy kisses, marking it as his territory. A few moments later, you felt your high coming up, your orgasm filling your entire body and your cum going all around Juyeon's fingers.

After you calmed a bit down, you realized your two men still have their clothes on. Now it's time to change it. You crawled up to Juyeon and soon later all his clothes were on the floor. His toned muscles and doll-like body turned you on even more, so you couldn't help yourself but start worshiping his cock, taking it all inside your mouth and deep throating it while swirling your tongue around it, making you hear his needy moans again. He was standing next to the bed, and you were on your fours when unexpectedly Eric came from the back and slammed his cock inside you without any prior notice. Juyeon's hands already stretched you well, but Eric's size made you see all the stars. Being in the doggy position made you feel different spots. Your mascara got completely smudged up from tears which started going while your body tried to get used to the sizes inside your mouth and your core. A few minutes and many thrusts later, you started clenching and you felt both Juyeon and Eric cum inside you, you simultaneously reaching your second orgasm and your body becoming weak to their core and collapsing on the bed.

"Look at our goddess taking us both so well." said Juyeon. He went out for a second and came back with a something in his hand. "Close your eyes kitten, I have a small surprise for you". All of a sudden your eyes went black and a second later, your body froze. And then at once you had both Eric and Juyeon on you, each of the guys giving attention your nipples. But this was a different kind of feeling - they took an ice cube in their mouth and while the cube being in the mouth they both mercilessly sucked and licked your nipples - the left one was Juyeon's and right one Eric's. It was their warm, tender lips stroking one of the most sensitive part of your body mixed with the freezing feeling of the cube giving you shivers all over your body.

After the ice cubes melted, Eric slowly stood up and came to his drawer. "Since you were so curious about it, shall we use some pretty toys on you, y/n?" pointing at his sex toy collection.

He took a big clit vibrator in his hand, handed it to Juyeon, which put it to the highest speed and placed it on the perfect spot. You've never used toys before and someone else using them on you turned you even more on. The vibrator did wonders, but just before you wanted to orgasm, Juyeon turned it off.

"What the fuck Juyeon, why did you stop?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

You got angry. You knew he was jealous so you wanted to make him even more furious.

"And what if I want someone else to make me cum?" you said with a tricky voice, turning up to Eric and starting to ride him.

"Show me what you got, Eric" you said to your best friend, him controlling the pace and placing his hand around your neck pulling just as much as pressure for the choking to spice you up. You couldn't see Juyeon anymore.

All you could hear is noise from the drawer.

Probably he was putting the vibrator back, you thought. But instead he pulled lube out of Eric's drawer. He approached you and you knew it because you felt his warmth on your back. But you didn't want to say anything.

Maybe you should have, because Juyeon took the lube and prepared your second hole for his entrance. And at that moment, you had your best friend and your lover double penetrating you. You loved the attention, especially from someone like them which exactly knew how to pleasure a woman.

"Fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!" you screamed from the bottom of your lungs, sweat on your forehead, with your makeup completely ruined, watery eyes, looking like a slut that you are. They haven't stopped but continued ruining you up to the point where the biggest, most powerful orgasm in your fucking life hit you. You started squirting, messing up the whole bed and your men pulling their cocks and spitting their cum all over your chest.

All three of you were laying on Erics bed, trying to catch your breaths. Soon after, you fell asleep, cuddled in between Juyeon and Eric.

"Do you do this often?" you asked Eric

"Do you expect less from two porn stars?" he answered, leaving you without words.

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Should’ve, Could’ve

Eric King x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of Injuries, Near-death experience, Swearing, SPOILERS for House Of Ashes, Break up angst

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: Despite a bad break up and an even worse fallout of their friendship, Eric and Y/N find themselves in a very familiar situation but under very different circumstances, bearing emotions they never thought they’d feel for one another ever again.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your request! I’ve fallen head over heels in love with this man and I’m so happy you’ve given me the opportunity to write for him with your request. Hope I managed to capture what you wanted and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

"There you go, you're okay, you're alright, it'll be ok, I promise you."

The faint familiar voice does little to comfort Y/N as they slowly return to reality after the harsh fall they endured, leaving them unconscious for an undecided amount of time. Their eyes open a crack to reveal the face of Colonel King, his features twisted in a worried, almost pained expression.

Their first instinct upon seeing him by their side is to sit up and brush of the probably major wounds and the unbearable pain they are in. They'd much rather walk it off than to accept any help or pity from him.

"I'm fine..." They mumble as they act on said instinct and attempt to sit up, gritting their teeth as the already immense pain increases and rushes through their body, getting the wind knocked out of them.

Their spine gives out, the strength in their upper body leaving them and they would’ve hit the ground with a thud once again had Eric’s arm not made it around their torso to catch them in time.

“Thanks...“ They mumble as they’re slowly set down on the ground.

“Yeah, well, you’re not as fine as you say you are. I’ll call the medic team to fly in.“ The Colonel says, an awkward stutter in his voice as he fidgets with his radio that is not responding nor reaching anybody. “Fuck...“

“We’re under ground, Colonel. With all due respect, but I thought you’d know how a radio signal works, or how it doesn’t work at such a depth below the surface.“ The kicker about this sentence of Y/N’s is that they meant zero respect to him.

Hell, if they are to be asked, they would’ve agreed to never see his face again. In their defense - not that they need any - it was his idea way before it was theirs and they still haven’t let him live it down. It’s insane how quickly their relationship went from zero to a hundred then back down to zero again, and maybe in the negatives too.

Their breakup shook the whole division, breaking the hearts of many when they were told Y/N would be sent to a different division and no matter how much they protested, the Colonel at the time didn’t cave and allow a proper send-off for them. That meant Y/N had to succumb to the most dreadful boarding of a helicopter in their entire life with only the eyes of the Colonel and the, at the time, Sergeant King.

If there had been anyone else, they would’ve looked given at least a look over their shoulder, given a wave and a smile of encouragement as a promise that they’d see each other again. They probably would’ve done it for Eric too had things not ended as they did.

“Don’t move, I’ll look around for an exit.” He says, getting to his feet and beginning to assess the perimeter, missing the annoyed eye-roll Y/N gave him in the process.

With all the willpower there could be in a Lieutenant like them, Y/N pushes themself up in a seating position, pondering the idea of attempting to stand up and look for a way out on their own.

Having heard the shuffling behind him, Eric turns around to give them a certain look that is actually a mix of emotions none of which can be properly deciphered, “What are you doing? What did I just say?”

There goes another eye-roll, more so meant to prevent a pained expression on their face as they somehow, with enough pushing, manage to get to their feet. Their eyes screw shut as a jolt of pain almost makes them scream. Eric’s hands take hold of their arms, helping them stabilize themself before stepping back, leaving enough room between them as an invisible reminder that the state their acquaintanceship is in is all his fault.

“I won’t let you hold me back...“ They say with a strained voice, barely above a whisper, but still get their message across. Loud and clear and ten times as painful as the worst he’s experienced in his life. If the distance, literal and metaphorical, wasn’t enough of a reminder of the way he fucked things up, Y/N’s words have proven to be the last nail in the coffin for him...and the last push to break his silence. Y/N must’ve noticed the deeply hurt look in his eyes and, although they don’t want to feel guilty about it, they can’t help it. So, they hurry to modify the subject, “Plus, you aren’t always the greatest under pressure.”

“You don’t know the whole context, do you?“ He asks bitterly, no longer able to look them in the eye.

The guilt is long gone from Y/N’s mind the second they hear those words, their initial reaction being to turn to hostility as a defense mechanism, “I know what you told me.”

“So you don’t know all that happened.“ He says in a tone that to Y/N sounds accusatory.

“Don’t gaslight me, Eric! Don’t expect me to know something you never took the time to tell me. That’s what you always did! You were very selective with what I should know even though we were both at the same goddamn rank back then and even now! What difference did it make trying to outshine me?! The worst part is I constantly thought you were trying to work alongside me and not behind my back to leave me in the dirt!“

“That’s because you never tried to hear me out till the end, Y/N! You always heard what you wanted to, what would be easier on you!“ He bites back, eyes glinting with frustration but not quite anger. He could never get angry with them.

“Oh please enlighten me then!“

“Fine! And you better listen cause....this is not a story I like telling so don’t expect to hear it twice.“ The hostility leaves him as the words escape his lips, his eyes turning solemn as he transports himself back when they were still practically rookies. Back when they were happy together, back when he fucked it all up.

“So you’re gonna tell me you didn’t scream like a baby when I was literally there in the room with you?“ Y/N teases as them and Eric sit in the cafeteria following a night of watching horror movies, finishing it off with Psycho which hit Eric particularly hard. It’s around 4 AM and they really shouldn’t be up and especially not out of their rooms but Eric needed a snack and a distraction - THAT he’d never admit.

“It was a scream of surprise, not of fear!“ He argues, taking a sip of the soda they managed to snag from the vending machine and have ended up sharing cause Y/N’s coins got stuck and didn’t go through, leaving them moneyless.

“I wish I’d recorded it to show you how full of shit you are being right now.“ They retort, pulling out the voice recorder they always keep on them for...purposes they haven’t disclosed yet.

He rolls his eyes, “If you keep going around waving that thing in front of people’s noses...” he trails off as he swiftly grabs it from their grip, causing them to gasp, “Someone’s bound to snatch it from you eventually.”

Just as they’re about to literally climb over the table to retreat the thing, the beam of a flashlight lands on them, causing them both to jump and turn to look at the person holding said flashlight. And oh boy are they startled and not at all pleased to see the Colonel standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, glaring at the sight of the two Sergeants growing pale under the light, their eyes wide with terror.

“S-Sir...“ Eric attempts to start up a defense speech but the Colonel cuts him off with a single sharp hand gesture before he turns to Y/N.

“Y/L/N, in you room, now!“ He barks out, his words having Y/N on their feet and out of the cafeteria in seconds, his eyes focused on them, not failing to catch that apologetic and sympathetic look they shot Eric’s way. As soon as their footsteps are no longer audible, he turns to the frozen man in front of him, “In my office!“

Eric’s drenched in cold sweat the whole walk to the Colonel’s office, making it seem like the longest trip in the world rather than the minute it actually took him to get there. He awkwardly settles in a chair opposite the frowning man as he looks down at his hands where he’s fidgeting with the sound recorder.

“King!” The booming voice startles him, causing him to look directly at his superior despite that being the last thing he wants to do right now. “What the hell do you think you’re doing up past curfew?”

It’s safe to say Eric’s a little confused by the question, considering he wasn’t the only one roaming around but is also glad Y/N isn’t in much trouble, “Um, well...Y/N - I mean, Sergeant Y/L/N and I were just...”

“No, no, don’t get Y/L/N into this. I didn’t ask about them. They’re a hooligan as is, but you’re the one who’s troubling me. You’re the one with potential, actively wasting it on a relationship that’s not going anywhere.“

A match of anger lights within the Sergeant as he narrows his eyes at the Colonel, “I’m sorry, Sir, but I don’t think I understand what it is you’re saying...”

“I’m saying they’re not good for you, boy!“ The older man snaps, “They’re wasting your potential and you’re distracting them more than they’re already distracted to begin with. They never took any of this seriously but now they have you to toy with to keep themself entertained!“

“What is that supposed to mean?“ The ‘all due respect‘ segment has been thrown out the window as Eric feels fury burn within them.

“All I’m trying to do is warn you, Sergeant King. You’re not doing them well, you’re not helping them. They need to strut their stuff and they must do it alone. It’s a process you clearly shouldn’t be a part of if you’re presence, especially your relationship with them affects them so negatively.“

“I-It is?“ Having hit him right where it hurts, the Colonel smirks as he watches the younger man double down on his confidence.

“I’d say so. They never preformed well per se, but ever sense the two of you started dating it’s gotten way worse, I’d say. And so has your performance, King. You both need to pull yourselves together and you cannot do that within proximity of one another which is why I’ve decided to send Y/N away to an ally division where I’m sure they’ll make much greater progress and achieve what they have come here for.“ The casually delivered blow is what serves as a punch to Eric’s gut, knocking the wind right out of him. The thought of waking up every morning and going about his day without Y/N makes him feel so empty already. Makes him feel like he’s lost a part of himself.

However, Eric King is many things, but selfish he is not. If it is for the purposes of Y/N bettering themself, he’ll live in that empty cycle, stuck on hamster ball. Then again, he’d do anything to see them happy.

“Y-Yes, sir. I understand.“

Eric stops the voice recording, jaw clenching as he too witnesses Y/N transporting themself back to the day following the events recorded that night.

“Eric!“ They rush after him as he heads into the field for a run, “Slow down! We have a problem!” The sergeant takes a firm stand but doesn’t turn to look at his partner, but they don’t seem to notice that oddity, “Colonel Richardson wants to send me away! What the fuck type of crazy has gotten into him?!”

“I know...“ He starts but quickly trails off before pulling himself back together, “It was my idea...“

There’s a long pause, long dread filled pause before Y/N dares to speak again.

“What? Why, Eric?“

Those two questions, still till this day echo in his ears, the pain they were spoken with stabbing him through and through every time they cross his mind.

The silence in present time becomes too much for him to handle as he quickly shakes his head and decides to disturb it for the sake of his sanity, “You want your voice recorder back?”

Y/N shakes their head too, but they do it out of disbelief, “I can’t believe you kept it all this time...I can’t believe you recorded that and didn’t think to show it to me...we could’ve figured something out....”

“Which is exactly what I didn’t want to happen! I didn’t want to keep dragging you down...“ He admits, running a hand through his hair, “And I pressed record on accident, probably when the asshole startled me, I didn’t find it until a week after you’d left.“

“You could’ve still reached out...“

“I should’ve but I didn’t. I didn’t because I had this mental image of you being so perfectly happy without me that I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that for you even though there hasn’t been a day that’s passed by without me thinking of you and regretting what I did. And I know to you it means nothing now after such a long time but to me it does and it feels so nice to get it off my chest but also hurts cause I know it won’t change anything between us and...“

“Hey, hey, hey...“ They cut him off, putting and to his rambling by placing their hands on his shoulders, “It’s not nothing, Eric. It’s not just nothing to me. It’s a step forward. Who knows how many more it’ll take to mend this shipwreck of ours, but what’s important is taking that first step. Which is always the hardest too, but here we are, we’re past it and we can move on, one step at a time. We can’t keep dwelling on all the things we could’ve or should’ve done. It’s my fault as much as it’s yours and it’s just unfair having only you make your way through the repairs it’ll take for us to be whole again.“

With his heart beating in his ears, Eric allows himself to calm down ever so slightly as his left hand comes up to cup theirs which is resting on his right shoulder. “Ok then, Colonel Y/L/N, what’s the next step?”

“Finding a way out of here, maybe?“ They reply with a slight tilt of their head, earning themself a smile from their partnering Colonel.

“Sounds like a plan.“ He nods, not willing to let go any more than they are but still succumbs to the fact that it’s necessary.

When they part, Y/N heads back to the spot where they landed upon their fall to retrieve their bag. As they’re gathering the stuff that’s fallen out of it they casually say: “Oh and you can keep that voice recorder, seems you’ve made a better use of it than I ever could.”

Well, it’s safe to say they have no idea how much that small gesture means to him.

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