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soobnny · 1 year

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don’t be a stranger — han jisung.

trope. friends to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff. part 2 to meet odd.

synopsis. you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

word count. 4.3k words

warnings. mentions of that sex-addict neighbor from the first part, mentions of killing bees, and i think nothing after that except for a few curse words

note. this can definitely stand alone but for it to make more sense, read the first fic here! i’ve finally decided to write a part 2 after popular demand, i hope this was ok!

A lot has changed since that night at the rundown convenience store with Han Jisung.

For one, your shared neighbor had moved out after the person living in front of her finally had enough of her. Guess they had more courage to confront the problem than you and Jisung combined.

This meant that the solace of your dorm was finally yours again, and you couldn’t be happier for the return of silence and comfort. Since then, you’ve officially said goodbye to Seungmin’s couch and your noise canceling headphones.

And Jisung.

With no reason to leave your dorm at ungodly hours in the morning anymore, the chances of seeing each other grew significantly low until you were back to small “hi”s and “hello”s.

Sadly, letting go of that neighbor had apparently been a package deal with lesser opportunities to talk to Jisung too.

You hate to admit your disappointment in your lack of interaction after that night. While only a month has gone by, that’s still 30 whole days without that shift in your interaction that you thought you’d bear witness to. That night you’d spent with him was a moment you enjoyed and cherished, and you would’ve hoped he felt the same way.

Similarly, Jisung’s been dejected at the lack of you in his life. He bares no shame in admitting that he had, not once, not even twice, but tried multiple times to gather enough courage to knock at your door just to ask you how you’ve been and if you’d like to hangout with him again — sometimes with a tub of ice cream, sometimes with a cup of coffee he had made for you prior.

Like today.

Han Jisung finds his fist ghosting over your door, hot cup of coffee in hand. Knock, just knock on their door, it’s not that hard. Why is it so hard for him?

He stands there for 2 minutes, studying every fragment of wood on your door.

In that time, he overthinks his actions — do you even drink coffee? Maybe the cup he had prepared wasn’t your preference? He should’ve just gotten the same brand of ice cream you shared that night. Did you want to talk to him again?

Cursing to himself, he trashes the cup yet again after having fallen prisoner to his social awkwardness.

Han Jisung has always had trouble making any type of first move. Truthfully, he was only ever able to gather enough courage to ask you out on that walk because the glint in your eyes was so bright after having laughed with him over your shared situation.

And maybe because he was a little sleep-deprived and you looked really pretty sitting next to him, and you were talking to him like you’ve known each other forever.

Something so humanizing tends to bring people together in weird ways, and that’s what had happened that night.

Now, however, with no reason to spend time with you, Jisung has trouble wondering if you had the same eagerness to talk to him again.

Do male leads in romantic comedies also have a hard time talking like he does? He supposes he could always ask Changbin even if he’d be teased and laughed at in good spirit.

Han Jisung would brave through it if it meant getting useful advice to speak to you again.

For now, with the trashed coffee cup, he retreats back to his own room.

Perhaps he could try again tomorrow.

Jisung recognizes your voice just as the elevator doors open.

He had just gotten back to your apartment after another late night session at the gym with Changbin and Chan — it was their only shared time together, so workouts were always scheduled at night.

With a gym bag slung over his shoulder, he’s about to turn the corner to where your rooms are when he hears you.

Your voice has always been recognizable to him, but this time something else was laced with the way you’re speaking. It isn’t hard to place it as stress, which makes the boy peek in curiosity and concern.

“Seungmin, pick up. Seungmin, pick up. Seungmin! Thank god. Are you at your dorm right now?”

There’s muffled sounds at the end of the line, but your stress seems to grow more and more as the conversation continues. It’s evident in the way your grip tightens around your phone, and you’re pacing back and forth hurriedly, and the way your hand repeatedly moves to run through your hair.

Turns out, Seungmin isn’t at his dorm. He’s gone home for the long weekend, but he tells you Jeongin might be there.

He’ll have to get back to you on that in a couple hours though because Jeongin has a night lecture, and Seungmin can only contact him after that.

Maybe you could kill a few hours in the main lobby – it wasn’t like you were new to that.

Hanging up, you jump back when you see Jisung standing at the end of the hallway, waving shyly at you and bowing in apology.

“Sorry, I must’ve looked like a creep just standing there. I didn’t wanna disrupt the conversation by passing by… I swear, I’m not a creep.”

With a boyish smile, he continues. “I purposefully didn’t pass by because it felt serious. Just in case I ruin the mood by passing by.”

You laugh. “No, it’s okay. You just scared me. How have you been, Jisung?”

Jisung.

He wants you to call him Hannie again.

Still, despite the downgrade in nicknames, he thanks Whomever is Above for the opportunity to talk to you again, even if it was just for a few minutes outside your apartment room.

“I’m great! Just got back from the gym.” He gestures at his bag abashedly, biting down at his lips to control his overenthusiastic tone when talking to you before looking back at you. “Though, I should really ask how you are. You sounded pretty stressed just now.”

“Ah, I was being silly and accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. And I can’t get the spare key from the landlord until tomorrow at earliest. And Seungmin isn’t at his apartment right now, so it’s a whole disaster.”

It’s easy to talk to Jisung about your problems. You feel the same sentiment that nothing ever sounds crazy to Jisung, and it certainly helps that you’ve been through hell and back together trying to survive your previously shared neighbor.

Being locked out of your apartment was basically nothing in comparison to sharing ice cream at the main lobby because your neighbor enjoys having really loud sex.

On the other hand, Jisung has his own conflict in his head.

He’s going over whether it was appropriate or not to invite you over. He could feel his heart pounding straight out of his chest, similar to how it feels when his knuckles are ghosting over your door in attempt of a knock.

“Well… if you really had no other option. You know, my apartment’s just there. And open… for you to stay at, if you want. If you really had no other option, since it’ll be more convenient to you. I’m sorry, is this weird? I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”

Han Jisung is stuttering over his words as he speaks to you, but you think you get the gist of what he’s trying to offer. “No, it’s okay! I wouldn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable since it’s your space.”

You think he’s feeling pressured to offer since you had shared your problem with him, but you don’t know he’s more than willing to help you out. While Jisung prefers his solitude, he thinks a change of pace for the night wouldn’t hurt.

“I wouldn’t be uncomfortable at all. Actually, maybe YOU would feel uncomfortable, but if you aren’t then it’s really fine!” Then, it’s that boyish smile again and the shy scratching of the nape of his neck and the gentle rock back and forth.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Positive!”

He ushers you towards his door, repeatedly telling you that it was no problem for him. And just when he’s about to let you in, he falters.

“Oh… actually.” Jisung remains standing in front of his door, unmoving, hand with his keys hovering over the doorknob. “Can you give me a minute?”

“Uh, sure!” You smile at him sweetly, and then he pushes his key into the keyhole, angling the door just enough so you can’t see anything before slipping into his room.

And then a string of curses follows, and a few stumbling?

His footsteps are loud as he rushes around his room, picking up every piece of clothing and dunking them into his laundry bin. His heart drops to his stomach when he catches his boxers lying on the ground, thankful he had come to his senses before letting you come in blindly.

Close one.

With the wrappers of food thrown out and his dirty clothes back in the hamper, Jisung feels more comfortable letting you in. Reopening the door again, he peeks out to check if you’re still there. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You tilt your head, smiling at the sheer cuteness of Han Jisung and his poked out head from the door and the small ‘hi’ he had addressed to you paired with the cutest smile that accentuates his round cheeks.

“It might be a little messy right now, I hope you don’t mind.” He pouts, opening the door enough to let you in, hands behind his back as he scans your reaction nervously.

His apartment space wasn’t any different than yours, probably the same size, but the way he had decorated his living space was so potently Han Jisung – like a room captured directly from his image. It’s not the neatest, but by all means, it wasn’t messy at all. It was a little chaotic in the way it’s decorated, and there’s a whole mini studio setup in the corner of his room, but it all felt like he had taken a piece of his home and brought it with him in this apartment.

What’s even more adorable is the obviousness of the rushed cleaning that had happened minutes prior. You can see some random things poorly hidden around the house, but you’re too busy feeling flustered to think about it much.

“Oh, it looks so home-y. It feels very you.”

A familiar heat climbs onto Jisung’s features at the compliment that slips out of your mouth so easily, and he suddenly feels more proud of his decorating.

He hadn’t always been the most confident in his living space, only inviting his closest friends over because his place was always deemed the most messy of them all possibly due to his chaotic decorating (and because he liked to keep his things lying around where it’s easier to access – to his downfall as he always forgets where he had put his things later on).

But, the small genuine compliment from you had lifted his worries and now he feels he should invite his friends more often.

“Do you want some water? I’ll get you a glass.” As he navigates through the kitchen, you politely settle yourself on his couch and continue to look around at the artwork littering his walls. It’s signed “Hwang Hyunjin” at the bottom, and they’re absolutely beautiful.

Sounds familiar, you think.

“What did you eat for dinner?”

You snap out of your reverie at his question.

“Actually… I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

“What?” He rushes over to you with the glass of water, looking at you with wide eyes. All you can do is smile at him sheepishly. “You haven’t eaten yet? Why? Were you busy today?”

“I was probably just gonna eat some instant ramen when I arrived.”

Although he does the same, he can’t help but scold you. “Eat your meals well, you have to eat a lot. Come on, I’ll order us some food.”

“Do you have any recommendations?” You scoot closer to where he’s seated, peeking at his phone as he scrolls through food applications to order for you.

“Hmm.. if you mix seaweed soup in rice and have it with radish kimchi, it’ll fill you up well.” He thinks with a lot of consideration, running over all the options that could replenish your hunger, and ultimately deciding on what he’s been loving lately.

“Let’s have that then.”

You nod your head, and move to return the empty glass of water in his kitchen. Jisung instantly misses your warmth from when you were inches beside him on the couch.

You’re driving him insane.

You drive him a little more insane when you don’t return from the kitchen right away. He makes his way to where you’re standing, but it seems that you’re staring at nothing in particular. With the empty glass on the counter, Jisung doesn’t understand why you’re just staring at the wall in horror.

“(Name)? What’s wrong?”

Your head snaps to the direction of Jisung’s voice. He’s looking at you with curiosity, and you can feel the heat radiating from your face. “I just realized I don’t have any clothes with me.”

“Oh! Don’t worry. You can just wear some of mine.”

Fuck, you feel so embarrassed, but Jisung is making it seem like it’s nothing – like he’s doing you a simple favor, and not the complexity entangled in staying at his for the night. Comfort is unknowingly wrapped around you in everything that Han Jisung does.

“Okay, I laid out some clothes in the bathroom. Just there.” He points at a door before directing his eyes back at you. “You can go take a shower if you’d like, while we wait for the food.”

You nod, thanking him again, but he simply brushes you off with that bright smile. He even hands you an extra toothbrush from his cabinets.

Jisung doesn’t know how he acted so nonchalant while lending you his clothes, because right now, as you emerge from the bathroom with a towel in hand, drying your hair, he feels like he’s about to explode at the sight of you in his clothes.

He knows his face is fully red right now. There’s no way to fight in, not when his shirt and sweatpants were practically swallowing you whole. He feels something akin to when you had messily eaten your ice cream on the walk back home from the convenience store, and he finds himself mumbling to himself. “Cute.”

“How do I look?” You laugh, flailing your limbs around to show the excess of material moving past your feet, and how his sleeves are down to your elbows. Before he has the chance to stutter over his own words in an attempt of a compliment, his phone begins to buzz.

“Must be the food.” He says, and you move to help him grab the takeout containers from outside. Settling them on the table, you move to grab your wallet from your bag.

Jisung blames it on his exhaustion from the gym, but a schoolboy giggle escapes him before he can hold it back the moment he spots the keychain he had won you a month ago still attached to your wallet.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already paid.” He moves to shove your wallet back down from your bag, and he feels himself physically malfunction when you pout up at him. “That’s not fair. Next time, I’m paying, okay?”

Next time.

Han Jisung cannot count the number of times you have made his heart do a backflip.

Over dinner, you talk about a multitude of topics – never running out of things to say. You realize it’s always been like this with him. You always have a lot to talk about, and you don’t feel scared or nervous to talk about anything.

Similarly, Jisung’s feeling giddy at how he feels he can tell you anything, so he does. He likes the laughter and giggles he elicits from you everytime he tells you a funny story. He also likes your efforts to pitch in with your own stories, feeling lucky you’re entrusting him with pieces of your life like that.

“Actually, in 6th grade, I was kind of a bully. I was kind of mean… but I was only mean because there was this girl who was SUPER mean to Seungmin so I had to get back at her.”

“Hmm?” He pushes you to continue your story, looking at you attentively as he chews on his food, following along your every word.

“So what I would do is, I’d step on bees right. I’m so sorry to the bees, I was young and naive. But, I stepped on them and I’d pick them up and put them in a plastic bag, right?” You smile mischievously, recounting the story in your head.

“Don’t tell me.” Jisung dramatically gasps, pointing a chopstick at you.

“Oh, but I did. I put the plastic bag in her locker! Yeah, I was kind of a psycho.”

He laughs, the wholehearted, head thrown back, thigh slapping kind of laugh as he looks at you in disbelief. But your story warms him – to know that even when you were still so young, you had already gone through extreme lengths to protect the people close to you.

In exchange for your story, he tells his own too. He recounts a story of when he had eaten spicy yuptteok without realizing it.

“I learned about the spiciness of life that day. Now, I’m scared of spicy food.”

He allows himself a quick glance at you from time to time whenever the familiar sound of a throaty laughter is bubbling from you, just before he finishes his story. Nothing feels more accomplishing than your genuine reactions and opinions to his stories.

You listen to him. You listen to every single word without fail.

You still listen an hour later while you’re seated on the couch, exchanging stories with each other.

Though, it’s interrupted for a moment when your phone begins to ring, and Seungmin’s face pops up on the screen. He must have an update on Jeongin already as it had been hours past the last time you had ringed him.

Swiping the call button, you answer with the intent to tell him that your living situation for the night has been solved.

“Jeongin’s at the dorm now, if you’re not already sleeping outside your apartment door.” Seungmin is so unserious in the way he says this so nonchalantly, like he has no remorse if you were out on the streets.

You know better though.

“It’s alright. I’ve sorted it out! Thanks again Seungmo.”

“Oh? Where are you staying? Is it safe?” His concern peeks out just a little bit at your words, and he proceeds to tell you it really isn’t a problem if you crashed at their dorms again. Besides, you could sleep on his bed this time, instead of that couch you hate so much.

Seungmin makes another mental note to replace his couch the next time you lock yourself out of your apartment.

“It’s safe, so don’t worry.”

“I’m not worrying.”

“Sure you aren’t.” You giggle.

Then, he hangs up.

You wonder what Seungmin would say if he found out you were at Jisung’s — not that you could ever willingly admit that out loud without stuttering and blushing an intense amount. He’d definitely say something stupid, so you’re almost thankful he doesn’t push at the topic of where you’re staying too much.

You value that he trusts you.

The rest of the night, you and Jisung stay on the couch, unmoving from your positions. Sometimes, you’d chat about stupid things, sometimes you’d scroll through Youtube videos on his laptop – pranks gone wrong, puppies, banned commercials, random videos from years ago.

He’s convinced he could talk all night just to make you keep laughing, and everytime you do laugh, he’s hit with just how beautiful you are, and he feels his heart explode every single time. He can certainly get used to that sound.

It feels so easy with you. Talking, laughing, everything feels so easy with you to the point where it’s scary. What was going to happen after tonight? Would you go back to merely acknowledging each other in the hallways? Would it take another odd circumstance to cross your paths again? Would you stop directing your laughter to his stories? Would all of that have to disappear again?

“Jisung? You okay there?” He blinks out of his own thoughts, looking at you intently before realizing the video you had been viewing had long ended and he was simply staring at a blank screen.

“Just thinking about those poor bees.” He lies straight through his teeth.

“You are so mean.” You hit him playfully, and he grabs your elbow before you can hit him again, laughing down at you. His breath hitches at the sudden close proximity, and he’s letting out nervous coughs while extracting his hand back to himself.

And then you yawn, and Han Jisung feels himself melt into a puddle.

“We should probably head to bed. Take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He helps you up from the couch, ghosting his arm on the small of your back in case you stumble in your sleepiness.

“It’s your apartment, I can’t kick you out of your bed like that.” You shake your head, planting your feet on the ground so he can’t move you.

“It’s really fine.”

“You’re not changing my mind, Han Jisung. Plus, you couldn’t possibly fit comfortably on this tiny couch. I’d fit right in.”

He sighs in defeat, mumbling a ‘fine’ which makes you grin.

“Let me get you some pillows and a blanket.”

The moment feels strangely intimate as he carefully places some of his pillows and a warm comforter on the couch to make sure you’re comfortable for the night. His eyes are slightly droopy from the exhaustion, but he’s determined in his task.

Han Jisung has definitely taken firm root in your heart, and you hope he stays around in your life forever.

“Do you need anything else?” He had taken it upon himself to tuck you in, and he feels the same suffocating feeling on his chest when you smile up at him in thanks, accompanied by a shake of your head.

He thinks he has a good idea what this feeling is.

“Okay. Goodnight.” Your heart just about melts in your chest at his words. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before with his eyes a little hooded and a gentle smile on his face, with his heart on his sleeve like that for you.

“Goodnight, Hannie.”

Jisung turns off the lights and almost falls when retreating to his own room at the mention of your old nickname for him. It’s a shame you can’t see the lovesick smile he has on his face while regaining his balance.

You don’t recognize where you are at first when you wake up.

When the sunlight hits your face enough to pull your eyelids open, you’re thinking – this definitely doesn;t look like my room.

Stirring slightly, a yawn leaves your lips as you sit up to try and process everything that had transpired the night before. When you remember Jisung and his gentle smile and his crinkled eyes, you almost fall off the couch.

“Good morning!” Your eyes meet his cheery ones, drinking in the details of his features; messy hair that suggests he’s also just gotten out of bed, slightly puffy eyes, clothes from the night prior.

“Good morning.” You peel yourself off of the comforter, walking with him to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

“How was your sleep last night? Hopefully it’s better than sleeping on your friend’s couch?”

He remembers, and something about that has you biting back a goofy smile this early in the morning.

“It was great. Thanks again for letting me sleep here for the night.” He simply nods his head, eyes still trained on you.

Han Jisung is acting a little strange this morning. While he’s normally this bright and active, it feels like it’s being amplified. He keeps looking at you, in every little thing that you do, and then he looks away when you try to catch his gaze. It feels like he wants to say something, even until you’re bidding him goodbye and thanking him again.

“I’ll return your clothes once I get it in the laundry.” You smile, and he nods his head, but he’s still tapping his foot on the ground excessively fast, bouncing on his feet and walking with you to accompany you outside.

“We seriously have to stop meeting under these weird circumstances.”

Laughing to try and cover up the fact that he can barely pay attention to what you’re saying, he opens the door for you. But can he really allow you to slip through his fingers again?

“Maybe we can meet again soon… tomorrow? For coffee? Under more normal circumstances?” Jisung tries to sound as casual as he possibly can. If you knew better, you’d know he was feeling his most nervous right now – even more nervous than when he had to pass a demo for his classes.

To his luck, you don’t notice the nervous quiver in his voice.

You stop in your tracks at his words, turning to look at him with a smile. The poor boy is falling deeper and deeper, and it’s definitely too late to pull him back up now.

“I’d like that.” You bite down at your lips, glancing up at him with a slight hesitation.

And then you kiss his cheek, and Han Jisung would throw himself out of his window if he could at this moment, running down the streets and screaming in victory.

Instead, he places his hand on his cheek, mouth slightly agape as he stares at your retreating figure.

“Don’t be a stranger, Han Jisung!”

He won’t be.

You’ve reminded him again and again that life and love is here for him to live it, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Starting tomorrow. With coffee. And hopefully another kiss on the cheek by the end of the day.

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saelique · 21 days

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HARD DAYS, SWEET WORDS AND PHYSICAL TOUCH !¡

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ cw ノ fluff, physical touch, cuddles, reader has a hard day </3 NOT PROOFREAD prompt req by @little-miss-chaoss ! The one with hard day and cuddle sessio with Huuya pls because I'm in desperate need if that's okay 🥹 Love you and take care! <3

synopsis : nakahara chuuya is quite the smooth talker and the perfect boyfriend, isn’t he ?

”you’re being awfully clingy again.”

chuuya’s voice snaps you out of your own daydream, lifting your head up to look back at his pretty eyes.

“what ?”

“clingy. did you have a bad day or somethin’ ?” the executive stares down back at you, worry lacing his features. it’s obvious by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are almost in a pout and the way he sighs before bringing you back down his chest again, resulting in you making a hmph ! sound.

“is everything alright doll ?” he sighs, running his hands through your soft hair as you hum.

“just tired . . .” you mumble, the words muffled by his clothes. burrowing your face deeper into his chest. “I hate work.”

“do you want me to ask your boss or whatever for a break or whatever ?” you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. “dunno.” “hmm . . . let’s go on a date this sunday, yeah ? how does that sound darlin’ ?” he suggests, suppressing a yawn.

he hears you chuckle and you look up to him again, booping his nose. “go to sleep chuu, you’re tired.” “mm . . . not until you fall asleep.” chuuya gently kisses your forehead.

to be honest, if anyone was to tell you that this is the same man who’s practically a executive in a mafia, commited too many crimes, and probably tortured people you would call them a liar because there’s no way that they’re the same person.

you always think that he has different personalities at times.

”eh ? why ?”

“cause then how else would I get to see my pretty girl fall asleep ?”

#౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ : novels !#chuuya x reader fluff #x reader comfort #reader comfort #Chuuya x reader comfort #Bsd x reader fluff #X reader fluff #fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #Chuuya x you

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hughjidiot · 4 months

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(This is probably OOC but screw it)

For your consideration: following Total Drama Island MK and Julia start spending more and more time together, to the point where it's incredibly obvious to everyone that they're dating. Everyone except MK and Julia themselves.

Julia: "Me and MK? Dating?? Don't be ridiculous! We're just best friends!"

Bowie: "... Really? And what all do you and your best friend do together?"

Julia: "Oh the normal BFF stuff: text every day, regularly visit each other, share a bed when we sleep over, go out to restaurants and movies, look into getting an apartment together, have frequent and passionate make-out sessio-"

Julia:

Julia: "... wait a second..."

#hugh jidiot rambles #total drama island #td julia #td mk #mkulia

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Loved in Different Ways

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Friends with benefits doesn’t always stay like such. A relationship happens, just friends, or the worse possibility of ruining what the two of you had to begin with. And it’s always feelings that get in the way of it all • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - protected & unprotected sex (no glove, no love) / m & f receiving / grinding / fingering / outdoor sex / face riding • TW: Scars / Past Abuse / Insecurities / Injuries / Canon Violence / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

It had to start somewhere.

Daryl stumbles into the shared room at the CDC he was sharing with Y/N since neither of them wanted to be stuck with Shane and his big head. She was a bit tipsy herself and it took a second to look up from the book she found in the room to look at the archer entering the room. He shuts the door loudly making them both flinch.

“Ass”

“Sorry, little…out of it”

“Mm. You’re gonna regret it in the morning”

“So are you” Daryl scoffs having to point out he’s not the only drunk in there. “Yea think this shit can really help us?”

“Mmm…No, bastard is alone. Harder to cure somethin’ by yourself” Y/N leans back into the couch. “Kind of stressful thinkin’ about it”

“Wanna not think about it?” His boldness shined through as it caught Y/N off guard a bit and her shocked expression made him feel regretful. “Sorry I—-“

“Stress relief, right?” Y/N gave him a curious look as Daryl didn’t wait another second before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

As he slowly towers the woman on the couch making her instinctively move to lay down. Daryl brought himself on top of her slotting himself between her legs as Y/N brought her arms around his neck pulling him back down to reconnect their lips while his hands explored lower.

His big warm hands started to reach under her shirt drawing chills down her back. He parts for a moment to bring her shirt over her head and admire the view.

“No bra?”

“I was going to bed before we decided this…why the fuck would I wear one?”

“Mm. Maybe you shouldn’t…like…ever” Daryl watches the complexion in her face turn a bit more red compared to the pink hue from being drunk. He knew he got her with that one.

The archer lowers himself taking her right breast into his mouth taking her sensitive bud in-between his teeth getting more riled up to the sounds she started to make. While he gave the right one the attention of his mouth he used his free hand to massage the other making her arch her back pressing herself against him.

“Fuck…give me more” She begs feeling his teeth tug at her nipple ripping out a moan from her throat as Daryl lets go.

“Just testing some things” Daryl brought his fingers to gently pinch her nipple to ease the pain from the biting as she whines. “Patience, honey. I’ll give you exactly what you want” he sighs pressing his lips to her neck gently sucking to leave marks while he brought his hands to undo his belt feeling her shift from beneath him to remove her shorts and panties while he took care of himself.

Once he freed himself from the confines of his pants and boxers, Y/N suddenly flinched when she felt his cock rest against her core. She grinds up against him looking down at how big he was while he couldn’t control the noises he made feeling how wet she was.

“All for me?”

“Yes…yes all for you, now please” Y/N gave him a pleasing look as he aligns himself watching himself slowly enter her while glancing up every now and then checking for any signs of discomfort. But hell she’s enjoying herself. So was he.

This was the start of a very interesting relationship.

It usually ever happened when either one of them was stressed.

“Y/N, got a sec?” Daryl whispers to her as she was listening to Shane have another rant about the search for Sofia and how Carl was doing. Y/N nods before leaving the group to go with him to the stables of the Greene Farm.

Daryl suddenly pressed Y/N up against one of the stable walls crashing their lips together. But the heated make out session involved a lot more talking.

“Leavin’ tomorrow. Search for the kid” He pants bringing his lips back to hers once more biting her bottom lip and gently pulling back.

Y/N groans in a good way watching him get on his knees fiddling with her pants. “Just be safe”

“Mm. Worried about me, honey?” Daryl smirks looking up at her seeing her face flush liking the way he looks on his knees a bit too much. “Spread’em”

“The fuck are you doing?” Y/N suddenly slammed against the stall when Daryl brought her legs on his shoulders after ridding her of her clothes. She felt shivers on her spine when his hot breath hit her core. “Fuck…”

“Didn’t even touch yea yet” She couldn’t see the on going smirk on his face as he immediately brought his tongue between her lips.

“Jesus Christ!” She moans to the sudden action as he continues to make out with her pussy enjoying every single sound she was making, especially when his nose would bump into her clit intentionally.

“Cum for me, honey” Daryl begs into her continuing what he was doing while squeezing her thighs at a bruising level. The moment he felt her legs tremble, he strengthen his grip for her to let go and weakly lean against the stall.

As the archer helped her stand helping her get her pants on as she didn’t notice that he stuffed her panties in his back pocket. She’d realize later and smirk to herself to the action. As Y/N finishes getting her pants on she finally noticed the horse that was staring at the two.

“Was he there the whole time?”

Daryl turned to see the horse staring and glared back at it. “Fuck if I know”

“Next time, wait til night to do it in your tent. I don’t need the farm life watching me get it off” Y/N smacks his chest in a playful manner before heading out of the stables first.

There’s been a few times since the CDC and frankly, Y/N at first thought it was all to relieve stress. Forget about the day. Or whatever has you needing to take a load off. But when Daryl returned with the help of the Rick and Shane carrying him in, something snapped.

Daryl flinches to the bright light that shines in his eyes only to relax seeing Y/N on the other side of it.

“You could’ve died”

“Meh.”

Meh? Really… Y/N didn’t let her facial expression falter as she kept a neutral one while continuing the neuro exam only for Daryl to take the small flashlight into his hand.

“This isn’t effective for the outdoors?”

“It’s my pen light, from when I was a resident” Y/N smiles taking it back and slipping it into her flannel pocket.

“Mmm…does that mean you patched me up too? Or is it just kids lives you save?” Daryl leans back into the pillows enjoying the temporary time he’ll have in an actual bed.

“Were you a detective in old world? Because how the fuck can you guess that when you just learned I used to be a doctor and was learning to be in peds?”

“You just confirmed it, honey”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush that time hearing that nickname she’s heard a number of times. “You’re just clever then. But yeah. In the old world I was training to be a peds surgeon. And I did help Hershel patch you up”

“That why you shining a light in my eyes?”

“Had to make sure you didn’t have a brain issue. Can’t lose you” I really can’t lose you.

Some part of Daryl took those words further but there’s always something to keep him where he’s at.

“Gonna nurse me back to health?”

“Time does that, buddy.” Y/N got up from the edge of the bed moving toward the door. “But…” as she locks the door she turned toward him with lustful eyes. “I can give you some relief”

The archer was intrigued and before he could even stress about the residents in the building, Y/N reassured him that most of them were out and she may not be a skilled tracker like him…but it would take a lot to startle her. She’s more prepared than he thinks.

“Maybe—-“

“Close the curtains for good measure? Already ahead of you” Y/N smiles closing the curtains before climbing onto the bed straddling his legs. “Now just lay there and look pretty”

“What about you, honey?”

“Oh you’ll repay me later. And you better…” Y/N brought her legs to part his nestling in between them as her hands worked at his pants unbutton them and freeing his cock from its restraints.

Daryl brought his arms behind his head watching Y/N carefully wrap her hand around his cock. Stroking a few times before finally licking a long stripe from his base to the tip making him buck his hips slightly to her already welcoming mouth. She started to suck just the tip drawing quiet moans to escape from his lips as one of his hands drops beside him gripping the sheets the more she took into her mouth.

He’s massive Y/N thought as she took more in knowing damn well she’s going to choke but she’s up for the challenge. Even if Daryl couldn’t help the instinctive thrust in her mouth making her gag as that sound riled him up even more when he knew damn well not to stress the rest of his body.

“Fuck.” He groans feeling her pull off as a trail of spit from his tip to her lips made his cock twitch. “Don’t hurt yourself now”

An eye roll was Y/N’s only response to such as she went back to sucking his cock with the help of her free hand gently cupping his balls. She’s always so gentle He thought watching her take all of him into her mouth once more knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Daryl couldn’t contain it much longer as he shot his seed into her mouth expecting her to want to spit it out. But as she pulls away swallowing his load, she’s full of surprises. Y/N wipes the excess spit off her lips with the back of her hand as Daryl tucks himself back into his pants watching her cover him in the sheets.

“Now get some rest” Y/N smirks patting his chest on her way out as he couldn’t help but watch her walk away.

Y/N steps out of the Greene house watching Andrea approach the place about to pass her when she just had to stop.

“Hey, I’m sorry for accidentally shooting Daryl. I know how close the two of you are and just…thought I’d apologize to you too”

At least she doesn’t know the “benefits” of the closeness Y/N sighs turning to Andrea and approaching her ever so quietly before suddenly grabbing her collar bringing her face to face. “You ever take a risky shot like that again. I’ll have yea meet your maker before the dead does”

The woman quickly pulls away seeing the anger in Y/N’s glare linger even as she walks away removing her attention from her. And Andrea thought only Daryl was the scary one.

A few nights in the Greene house did him good, but he eventually left without telling anybody. Just as long as Daryl continues to take it easy for a while…even in his own tent. But the night he left he didn’t go to his tent. Instead, he entered Y/N’s when everyone else was sleeping knowing she would be awake given the apocalypse made her insomnia return. He may not have asked himself, but he listens to everything she says while she talks to the others.

“See you’re up and at’em again” Y/N lowers her book a bit surprised the archer came to her tent instead of tapping the outside three times to indicate her to move to his. Given his isn’t with the group.

Daryl didn’t say anything as he brought himself over to her connecting their lips together. Y/N brought her left arm around his shoulders running her hand through his hair as he continued to kiss her. Pushing his tongue past her lips to explore her mouth and fight with hers enjoying the sounds she made just from such. He pulls away at the right moment for both to catch their breaths looking at Y/N longingly.

“Thanks for nursin’ me up”

“That’s one hell of a thanks…you’re welcome”

“Mm. I’m not done yet, honey.” He snuck in one more kiss before pulling away entirely. “I just ain’t doing anythin’ in a tent too close to others”

That was her indicator to go to his for more of her thanks from the archer. Waiting an appropriate time before going.

Neither of them kept track of time, especially when they fell asleep after. Daryl always woke early and before everyone else. He saw Y/N sleeping peacefully beside him as every worry he had before about getting caught subsided for he enjoyed the sight of her sleeping. Sleeping peacefully finally… Daryl gently brushes the hair out of her face continuing to enjoy the sight feeling a twitch of a smile.

Too bad those moments were rare, and the peace was even rarer…or taken from them.

When Glenn announced that the barn was full of walkers, it went downhill from there. Shane being who he was just had to make things worse and reveal the walkers. Inevitably taking them out…and Sophia with the group of undead. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that formed not by the realization of where she’s been all this time but by the loud sobbing coming from Carol as Daryl kept her away from the walker version of her daughter.

The trend only continued to go down, which meant the two not having a moment alone to unwind or hell…even talk. When the barn burned down and news of Lori’s pregnancy came clear to everyone, Rick started taking charge and appointed Y/N to take care of her. Sometimes she wishes the apocalypse took her out day one, then she wouldn’t be tasked with stress on top of stress.

It’s been a few months house hopping…

“Hey…where’d yea jacket go?” Daryl watches the doc shiver slightly given the only thing on her was her long sleeve and her flannel over it.

“Lori needs to stay warm. To avoid getting sick that can harm her and the baby” Y/N frowns hugging herself as Daryl couldn’t help the worry mixed with anger brewing in his chest. She shouldn’t have to sacrifice her things for someone else.

He knelt down to her level scanning her person before looking around finding those huddling up in their little groups. He leans into her space whispering. “I know a way that can warm yea up”

“Get the warden to stop watching my every move and then I’m all yours”

The archer has a few tricks up his sleeve as he got up from his position heading over to Rick to talk to him about something. Leaving Y/N to think the worse for just a moment until she felt a scarf wrap around her. She looks up only to smile at Carol for the gesture watching her settle the best she could by the fire that they’re controlling to stay low. In case of yknow…more assholes.

“Y/N. Go on the run with Daryl” Rick states returning his attention back to Lori who was still upset about what happened at the farm.

Y/N looks at him confused and even more when looking at Daryl. How’d he manage to do that?

The two headed out of the house as Daryl took lead toward another before stopping when he no longer heard her footsteps behind him. Y/N looks up at the sky as the snow fell feeling that old familiar feeling of calm. She sighs watching the condensation from the usual misty cloud in the air before picking up the pace to follow him into the home.

“How’d yea manage to free me from my ball and chain?”

“Told’em we’ll go find stuff for the future Grimes spawn. Might come up empty”

“We’ll bring something back. Even if it’s just a blanket” Y/N smiles for a second as she sat on the couch after setting her pack down. Daryl did the same joining her after setting his pack and crossbow down, watching her hands instantly go for his poncho using it to warm her soft freezing hands.

I’ll forever take in every minor detail…even when I’m afraid of this feeling in my chest Daryl watches her do such before taking her hands into his. “C’mere honey” he tugs at her hands watching Y/N move from her side of the couch throwing a leg over his lap straddling him and getting comfortable.

“You are depriving me of your warm hands…”

“Oh, but I’m not” He brought his hands under her shirt feeling how cold she really was even with a few layers. She needs to stop sacrificing her own well-being for another. He sighs pulling her in close and hiding his face in the crook of her neck thinking the action will want her to pull away since it’s not what they originally agreed on.

But Y/N wraps her arms around his neck bringing her as close as humanely possible. The two stayed like that for an hour or hell…felt like forever. Some part of them…never wanted to part from the other.

On the way to return to the rest of the group, they did manage to find some items that most can benefit from and especially the future member joining. Before Y/N entered the house, Daryl grabbed her arm to stop her and as she turns to him she saw the jacket in his hands.

“Don’t let Rick take it from yea for his wife. And don’t instantly give it to her either”

“I promise”

The prison felt like a gift sent by God, then also a rude awakening. This higher power seems to always give both sides of the coin with every decision he/she/they make. The group had gotten separated in the prison because of one of the prisoners that lead to the walkers infesting parts. While few went for a safe option of finding a hiding spot, others search for others, and the worse part of the sick cosmic joke as reality.

That being Maggie stepping out of the prison when part of the group regrouped holding the little baby while Carl walks beside her with the numb feeling coursing through him.

“Oh Maggie…” Y/N frowns watching her sob as she went to Glenn instinctively while Rick falls apart. I should’ve been there… the guilt was going to eat her alive if she didn’t. “Let me check the baby”

“We even got anythin’ a baby can eat?”

“The baby needs formula” Hershel adds watching Rick go numb before taking his axe and heading back inside.

“We ain’t losing anymore people. I’ll go on a run”

“I’ll go with you”

“So would I”

Y/N watches the three head toward the cars as she held the small baby checking her features while Hershel joins her in the main area of the prison to make sure she is indeed healthy.

Thankfully she was.

This little baby had Y/N wrapped around her little finger as she hasn’t let go of her since she was handed to her. When the formula finally came she was handed off to Daryl who happily took her and got her situated in his embrace feeding her the bottle that Maggie had made.

“Yeah…you like that lil ass kicker?” Daryl smiles hearing a few laughs at the nickname as he looks up finding Y/N admiring the sight of the two.

During the night Beth took over caring for the little one while Carl tried to get some sleep along with the others.

Daryl sat on the catwalk on a mattress watching Y/N step out of her cell half way locking eyes with him. It took only a second for him to know to follow her after she got a head start.

The archer followed the doc outside of the prison in the courtyard or more so a blindspot from Glenn who took up the watchtower that night. Daryl brought himself closer resting his hands on her hips feeling Y/N’s arms snake around his neck. Neither of them said anything and had a similar moment like back in the house during the harsh winter.

Securing the safety lead to a few things that lead to another break given so much was going on.

Glenn and Maggie getting kidnapped by Merle

Michonne’s arrival

Part of the group rescuing Glenn and Maggie

Daryl leaving with Merle…

Daryl leaving with Merle.

Y/N was about to ask more about why he decided to do that but Rick immediately ignored her and went to Carol. Telling her what Daryl wanted her to know.

That left a bitter taste in her mouth but she couldn’t do anything about it. He was gone and a part of her felt…lost. The doc groans leaving the room the two were in to hide away in their cell until the every other hour check on Judith. But she knew Hershel would handle it if she didn’t…which lead to her staying in that cell for hours. She didn’t hear when Daryl returned and of course with his brother of all people but a small part of her acted and didn’t care in the moment.

“Don’t do that shit again” Y/N yells at Daryl the second he came to her after returning before going to talk to Rick about the plan for the Governor.

Daryl frowns feeling awful for a moment as Merle wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“She’s the one yea talked about? Feisty” and without a second thought, Daryl socked his own brother in the family jewels making him drop to his knees.

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“I’m gonna go back. To my people.” Daryl glares at his brother heading back toward the prison as Merle was quick to follow.

“They don’t want me there”

“So?! They want me there and they’re just gonna have to deal with yea.” Daryl clenched his fists thinking for a moment before turning back to Merle and grabbing a fist full of his shirt. “But you don’t go anywhere near—-“ then it dawned on him once more, they weren’t anything but physical. “Forget it. Just shut the fuck up”

“Who’s got yea tied around their finger baby brother? Or hell who’s got that heart of yours in the palm of their hand?” Merle follows shortly behind. “The only Dixon with a goddamn heart has given it to someone special—-“

“I didn’t give shit”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you in such a hurry. And why did yea tell Officer Friendly to tell another one from that group to keep an eye on…who was it? This chick named Y/N?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MERLE” He snaps watching his older brother step back to get away from his angry little brother. “Keep your mouth shut. You don’t get to say shit until you’re useful”

“Fine fine…whatever” The two started to walk back once again as Merle kicks a rock along the way never knowing when to shut up. “If she’s smokin’ just hit it—-“

“MERLE”

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He never thought he’d miss his annoying ass.

Daryl laid in the grass a few steps away from his brother that he had just put down. Of course he pulled a Hail Mary and no one but him would think positive about such. There was still a threat…but at least he did something for someone other than himself.

Once the archer returned to the prison, he didn’t stop to talk to anybody. He had one thing on mind and went to find it.

Beth looks up from the crib that held Judith finding Daryl at the cell door. She taps Y/N’s shoulder to grab her attention as she looks at the archer.

“I need yea”

“Are you hurt?”

“No. I just. Y/N.” Daryl didn’t want to say it out loud even if there was more to it. “Come on”

Y/N nods handing Beth the bottle she had just made before rising from the bottom bunk to follow Daryl into a completely other cellblock where they both knew no one would interrupt.

Daryl entered one of the cells first as Y/N followed about to ask if something was wrong and there was. There always was.

“He’s dead”

“What? Who…Merle?” Y/N frowns watching him nod as he drops his crossbow toward the wall. “Daryl I’m so sorry—-“

“Son of a bitch did nothing for others in his entire life” Daryl frowns sitting on the bottom bunk feeling the bed shift when Y/N joined him. “This just had to be his one heroic act. In a hell of a world”

“The apocalypse makes people do crazy things”

The archer kept his attention on her, always on her. He knew he could fall apart in her comforts and his body couldn’t hold it in any longer. The tears came suddenly and Y/N carefully held his face wiping away the tears as he brought himself closer…eventually pressing his lips against hers making her gently push away.

“Daryl…”

“Please…”

Y/N could sense how broken he was in the moment that she was conflicted on what she should do. She brought her arms around him bringing him closer like times before. But she soon parted looking at him lovingly.

“Let me take care of you”

This moment felt more intimate than other times. Daryl didn’t rush…he worshiped every part of her…still littered her body in marks but in the sense that he can…more so he wants those to know. Even if she was going to cover most of them later.

The archer started to slow his thrusts for a second staying above the doc looking down at her. He brought his right hand to gently caress her cheek, admiring the features that rest on her beautiful face. Taking in every blemish, freckle, and scar…his body relaxed as did hers.

I can’t ever lose you.

Once the threat of the Governor was dealt with. Now it was time to rebuild the prison to be their home. It took months but it got there with the help of the Woodbury folk they had taken in after they realized their former leader was a flawed man. More people meant Y/N was busier for one, but thankful there was another doctor around to help. The council consisted of mostly the Greene Farm group as Rick needed to step down from power, which lead to Daryl and Glenn stepping into the role more with the help of Hershel and Carol. Including a new friend, Sasha.

But besides the new stuff…the relationship hasn’t changed much from where it was. Y/N felt stupid for holding back a lot of her words for wanting more but wanting more can lead to a lot of negative outcomes as well. She didn’t want to lose a friend.

Then one morning before the runners were going to head out before Daryl was going to head out, Y/N knew he’d be by his bike waiting for the others to get ready so she thought that small window would be of opportunity. Instead, she found herself eavesdropping on a conversation between Daryl and Carol.

“So…How’s Y/N?”

“What?” Daryl looks at Carol confused, more so thinking she knew about their sneaking out at night or during the day for a “minute”.

“You’re always with her. I assume you two are something but like in hiding? You two are cu—-“

“There’s nothin’” He was so quick to say that. “Why yea even care?”

“Why do I? Why do you?” Carol gave him a questioning look as she crosses her arms. “Others may be clueless but there’s more to you and her than what the rest of us see”

Now Carol didn’t know what they did behind a closed door, but it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out either. She did know there was something more emotional between the two and a lot of denial from one end regarding it. Y/N is good at covering her feelings until she can’t anymore, while Daryl denies the fact he has any.

“You care about her. I’m not gonna say the L word but the bond you two have can be of such”

“I don’t think so” Daryl’s words struck like one of his arrows through Y/N’s chest. “Must be…imagining things” he felt pain grow in his chest when saying that, why can’t he just admit it? What’s there to lose?

Her. Seeing her every morning. Seeing her smile as she held the youngest Grimes. Seeing her help those working the fence when it’s not her shift for their little clinic. Seeing her watching the stars at night that lead to more.

Daryl didn’t understand the distance that grew between the two. He didn’t want to pry about it thinking Y/N needed a break from their physical relationship. When the reality of it, she didn’t want to face him after the indirect rejection. She was heartbroken and put that pain into overworking.

That when the illness came through, she was last to enter A-Block…

“Is she breathing?” Hershel asks as Rick lays the doc down on one of the bunks on the second floor where Glenn resides.

“Yeah, but she hasn’t woken up…” Rick frowns getting her situated as Daryl suddenly came storming in. “She was collapsed in her cell. We heard it when Hershel was patching up my hand”

“She has no head injury but she is sick. We shouldn’t be in here any longer”

“I need a minute” Daryl states watching their faces contort into concern as his turned into anger. “One. Fucking. Minute.”

The two listened as long as Daryl didn’t take off his mask that happened to be his bandana. He knew he had to leave on the medicine run soon but he was the last to hear about this. The space was broken when Y/N helped Caleb get the list of medication for Daryl and those joining him to grab such. He didn’t know in that moment she was struggling, now they’re here.

The archer knelt beside her bed brushing the hair out of the way of her face. Taking in every feature as if this could be their last moment.

“Carol was right…I love yea…I was just afraid of sayin’ anything” He frowns feeling a few tears slip. “Don’t die…I’ll come back. Get yea back on your feet…I need yea, honey”

She heard every word that came out of his mouth but was took weak to respond…and too exhausted to instantly wake up once the meds were inside her. But Daryl stayed by her side waiting for the moment she woke, then he was drawn to outside when commotion broke out. Before he left, he tied his bandana on her wrist as some form of sentiment that she’ll know once she’s awake.

But Y/N woke to the prison collapsed around her and the undead flooding in. She even suffered some collateral damage but just a head lac.

We lost everything

Where is everybody?

How long was I out

Where’s…

Where’s Daryl?!

Y/N managed to get out of the prison without getting caught in the hands of a walker. She did take one out that was in the main cellblock when she went to see if she could get some of her things and covered herself in its blood to blend in.

Her slow movements quickened when a car was approaching the gate so that they would know not to shoot. Thankfully…Carol stepped out and ran to Y/N embracing her immediately. Not caring about the blood.

“So…Rick made you leave?” Y/N asks sitting with Carol in the car after they drove until they ran out of gas. More so away from the infested prison.

“Mhm. I did what I thought was right”

“I don’t…I don’t blame yea for what you did. It was inevitable if we didn’t get the medicine in our people”

“Thank god you made it” Carol squeezed her hand watching her wince a bit but due to the head lac. “I can take care of that”

“You need more visualization. You’re gonna have to cut my hair…” Y/N sighs settling into the seat and more importantly the jacket she was given a long time ago. “At least make it short and badass like yours and not like a four year old got a hold of scissors” that got a laugh out of the both of them.

After taking care of that, the two managed to find or the girls Lizzie and Mika found them reuniting the two with Tyreese and Judith. The small group found a house and held up for the night…as the kids were asleep, the adults continued to enjoy the fireplace.

“Do you think he’s still alive?”

Carol looks at the worried expression on her friend’s face as she curls up on herself on the loveseat couch.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know…” Y/N frowns tugging at the sleeves of her coat trying her hardest not to fall apart at the thought that he could be dead without knowing how she felt. “When I was sick, before Daryl left to get medicine for our people…he told me that he loved me thinking I was out cold…and I don’t want to live the rest of my life without him ever knowing how I felt”

“We’ll find him. We’ll find the others…my sister…and Daryl, so you can tell him. And you better. This world needs some happiness in it out in the open” Tyreese smiles squeezing Y/N’s shoulder receiving her smile before going outside to take the first watch.

Carol waited till the door closed before bringing herself to sit on the floor using the couch Y/N was on to lean on. She gave her a look that only drew an anxious smile from the doc.

“Have you two been fucking all over the prison?”

“Oh more than the prison” Y/N laughs as Carol smacks her leg joining in on the laughter. “It took y’all forever to figure it out?”

“Oh I had my suspicions. The others still don’t fucking know” Carol scoffs playfully resting her head against the cushions. “But there was so much more to it. You two loved each other in the smallest of ways that who couldn’t just sit and watch it piece together. Daryl acted like a hurt puppy when you took space from him and I heard from Caleb that you couldn’t stand being away from a certain archer. You need each other in more ways than one”

The warm feeling hearing those words made Y/N’s smile last a while. She really does need him.

The group of six turned into four…due to the unthinkable that no one wants to relive. They were following the tracks when they ran into someone talking about their people.

“Be careful alright?”

“You as well” Carol states about to make her way to this sanctuary as she glares at their hostage. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

It’s always the craziest people made in the apocalypse to think they are invincible. Martin, they’re hostage, thinking he was one of them.

When he threatened Judith’s life, both Y/N and Tyreese backed off. Tyreese being told to tie Y/N’s wrists together and forcing her to sit on the ground before being told to step out of the cabin. Right as Martin left Judith’s box he made his way to the door to check on Tyreese but was suddenly tackled to the ground by Y/N. Resulting in Tyreese rushing in finding the two wrestling on the ground.

“You have to be a moron to let someone I trust tie me up” Y/N snaps choking the guy as he suddenly takes his knife out and stabbed the doc in the arm but given she didn’t let up. He was done for.

Tyreese took care of Y/N’s wound as she held Judith while the two stared down the now dead hostage.

“You could’ve gotten hurt worse than this”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I got stabbed. And not in the new world” Y/N sighs resting her chin on top of Judith’s little head as she snuggles in her embrace while Tyreese finishes with the bandaging.

The group reformed, gained a few new friends that shared the horrors of Terminus. Carol lead the way to the cabin in the woods and as they draw closer, the door opened revealing Tyreese carrying Judith out of the house. Rick and Carl didn’t hesitate and booked it toward the two with Sasha following shortly behind.

Daryl held his head down after seeing the small reunion between two families. He only brought his attention back forward away from the ground when he heard the door to the cabin shut.

The doc was last to step out putting her coat back on on the way out seeing the large group as her heart beat grew faster when her eyes locked onto his. She didn’t even get far when the archer sprinted toward her and suddenly tackled her to the ground.

“Jesus Daryl. The poor girl is injured” Tyreese interrupts the two’s reunion as Daryl lifts himself to check for himself being met with her laughter instead.

“One hell of a reunion”

“Who hurt you? Who do I—-“

“Eh. Don’t worry. Already took care of him” Y/N laughs continuing to smile sitting up once Daryl move enough off of her for her to do so. “You look like hell…” her smile faltered resting her hand on his cheek feeling him lean into such.

“So do you…I thought I lost you” Daryl frowns kissing the palm of her hand.

Her soft laughs that he would listen to forever returned as she brought both of her hands on his face. “I had to keep living to tell yea I love you too Daryl Dixon” and with that he didn’t care about everyone watching as he brought his lips to hers enjoying the moment without any stress.

“They were something?” Maggie questions as Glenn couldn’t help his laugh escaping. “What?!”

“It was so obvious! If we weren’t taking the night watch, one of them always were and the other would surprisingly be outside”

“I didn’t know they were doin’ something” Rick adds in as Carl groans.

“That’s cuz you’re an idiot, dad”

“Rude”

The two broke their kiss because Y/N couldn’t stop laughing to what she was hearing. But hell, at least they don’t have to keep anything a secret anymore.

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onherway · 7 months

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From my debut poetry book: Dangerous Sessions: The Black Room

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nhularin · 9 months

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oh my, oh my god!

PAIRING sunoo x reader GENRE highschool AU, secret relationship, fluff WARNINGS none..lets just pretend that they had imessage back in the day 😭 WC 0.8k

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August 26, 1998

High school, a place filled with unattainable teenage dreams, fluttering hearts, and rollercoasters of emotions.

the day had started like no other, sunoo arrived at your house at exactly 7:25 am with your favorite breakfast in the passenger seat and grumpy and childish good mornings and kisses coming your way

hes so not a morning person

sunoo would surprise you with small gestures, leaving cheesy notes written messily on top of love filled doodles in your locker, slipping your favorite snack into your bag, or lending a listening ear when you needed to vent about someone in your club

in classes, sunoos eyes would seek yours across the room, menacingly annoying you with things to keep your attention to him. though you never dare to miss the looks of adoration in his eyes. A discreet, gentle brush of his fingertips against the back of your hand as he handed you a pencil, feelings of warmth and assurance through your shared moments of learning.

amidst crowded hallways and hushed whispers, your secret relationship went unnoticed by the rest. you became masters of secrecy (thats what you claim), your stolen moments filled with giggles and butterflies

both of you didnt mean to keep your relationship a secret, but with rumors and gossip sites spreading like wildfire, you both decided that you didnt want to go through the hassle of it all, given your respective reputations. the model student class president with the grade's troublemaker? thats a headline for sure

the school library, a haven of peace and quiet, became your favorite hiding spot. among stacks of books and dim lights, you would steal fleeting kisses and share lighthearted bickering, wrapped in the cozy scent of old pages and young love.

"you know" you started as you unwrapped your candy packet "my friends have been getting quite suspicious about me having a boyfriend"

sunoo only raised his eyebrow "is that so" he hadn't been subtle the last few weeks so he couldn't blame them

" yeah, they think that im dating kim taerae from class 3" a giggle left your mouth when the boy next to you let out a dramatic gasp "how dare they" but you only shrugged and kissed him

the afternoons were usually yours, after class sunoo would walk you to your locker, his touch grazing yours in a subtle yet comforting way

but today, as the final bell rang, you found yourself joining your friends in the library to prepare for an upcoming exam which you were NOT prepared for in the slightest. you didnt think much about it but you knew questions burned within them, their menacing minds yearning to know about the mysterious boy that had stolen their poor friend's heart and time

"so" danielle leaned in, curiosity shining in her eyes, her textbook long forgotten on the desk with a random page opened for faux productivity "spill the beans, who is he!"

you arched an eyebrow, pretending to focus on your notes " i have no idea what you're talking about"

hyein groaned, eyes sparkling with curiosity "hey come on! we saw you being all giddy and cute with someone in front of the broadcasting room! You've been keeping this secret boyfriend of yours under wraps for way too long. we're not idiots y'know"

you sighed, realizing that its pointless to keep anything from your nosy friends. you found it amusing how they all looked like puppies waiting for their owner to give orders to them "he's just... someone special, thats it"

as you all attempted to study, the questions became more persistent, but you skillfully deflected their curiosity, finding amusement at their frustration. the library served as a backdrop for your failed attempts at productive studying, as laughter and whispered conversations replaced quiet shuffling of papers

hours passed, and as the sun began to sink, signaling the end of your study session, you bid your friends farewell.

"this is not the end!" hanni yelled out

With a cheeky smile and a wink, you waved at her.

when the coast was clear, you silently typed out a text message to your lover boy

as you pressed send, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and contentment. you knew her friends wouldn't give up on their quest to uncover your love life, but for now, kim sunoo remained your cherished secret, a mystery hidden from prying eyes

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mirror, mirror.

sub!beomgyu x softdom afab!reader

warnings: trainee au, implied masturbation (m), oral (f), exhib./voy. themes, degradation, praise, handjob (w/ mirror)

wc: 3.8k

a/n: repost 1!

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8:27 AM

There he is.

Beomgyu said he’d be in the dance practice room to get some extra practice early in the morning, so you decided to head over and join him. You could use the extra practice yourself before the other trainees show up later on.

You know that he’s a punctual boy who’s working hard to debut, so seeing his blurry figure through the door’s little window tugs at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t be more proud.

But you did expect to see him, you know, dancing. Right now, he’s just sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, facing the mirror? Is he resting, perhaps? And with his stupid black hoodie hanging on the other side of the door and covering the glass, you can’t really make out much of the view inside.

For real, what is he doing?

When you squint and use what’s best given to you from this dumb angle, you can at least peep a black mini tripod set up with his phone attached, seemingly sitting between his legs.

Ohh, maybe he’s monitoring his dance progress. The fans he’s accumulated through trainee vlogs and reality shows would be so proud of how much he’s grown.

But enough of your little mind tangent. You’re curious and excited of what he’s gotten down so far.

“Beomgyu!”

At your unexpected—and unwanted—surprise entry, Beomgyu’s shoulders shoot up as if he’s been struck by lightning. And within microseconds, he’s curled up in this awkward ass siting position where his legs are retracted into his chest. Even weirder when you notice one of his arms hastily slip in between them at the last second.

“Don’t get any closer!” he yells hoarsely, throwing a hand up to stop you as he hides his flushed self. You immediately freeze in place at the sudden outburst.

The timid boy doesn’t even turn around to throw you a simple glance, or greet you brightly like he always does when you two see each other. Maybe you came in a bit too hard.

“Woah, woah, you—y’good?” You slowly approach him with your hands and eyebrows up, signaling that it’s going to be okay, and Beomgyu clears his throat, probably realizing that he’ll give himself away if he doesn’t choose the right cards. Damn, he was so close too.

With a quick gulp, he keeps his eyes down as he throws a tight smile over his shoulder in your direction.

“Y-yeah...I-I’m fine…” he mumbles, obviously lying straight through his pearly whites. For a moment that feels like eternity, you want to figure out what’s wrong, but some dumb, invisible-like force is preventing you from…whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing. This whole thing is just weird—he is weird, and not the good kind of weird, which he normally is.

You can’t blame him for being so on his toes, though, not when debut’s just around the corner.

So, you brush it off and resume your walk towards his area with an anticipant gleam in your eyes and a small smile, which you may or may not be forcing yourself. “Sooo...what’re you up to?”

“I’m, uh, f-filming!” Beomgyu huffs out exaggeratedly, as if to overcompensate for his missing extroversion. “Y-yeah, filming something for the fans…”

Just when you think he can’t be more tense, his voice goes a bit higher in pitch every step you take towards him.

And why are his eyes darting around like a sinner? God, what is he so nervous for?

But then again, he does have the camera all set up and it seems to be on, so that could be why. He’s probably filming a short talking clip to post and is nervous to do it.

Except when you get close enough, he just looks all defensive and weird, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches you intently from under his locks.

He looks a bit freaky, like he’s about to pounce on you or something, or vice versa—but just then, your eyes meet his in the mirror, before trailing down just enough for you realize what he was in the middle of.

You had just interrupted his little session.

Keeping your face as natural as possible, as if you don’t have an ounce of suspicion, you figure it might be time to claim your Oscar—y’know, in case this idol thing doesn’t work out.

“Shit!” Maybe your gasp was more dramatic than you’d intended, but it does the trick. “I totally forgot—did they call my number?” You pull out a piece of crumpled paper from your pocket, so conveniently set up for this very moment. “Hurry and finish, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”

And with that daring performance, you quickly turn on your feet and dash out of the dance practice room, holding in your fist a piece of paper with nothing scribbled on it, and a mental image of Beomgyu’s pitiful cock in his.

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8:43 AM - Cafeteria

How long does it take for that boy to finish? Well, clearly long enough to flood your brain with questions that may never be answered—crazy enough to trigger voices as well, debating on whether it was worth training this hard for this long, just to catch a fellow trainee touching himself.

And in a setting so risky, so public—for anyone to walk in—has he gone mad? Debut’s doing a lot more than just fuck with his mind, that’s for sure.

You nearly choke on some boba when your eyes land on a certain someone’s ridiculously tall figure. Fucking finally.

Closing it behind him cautiously, Beomgyu walks down the corridor in your direction, pretending to be scrolling on his phone. And all of a sudden, every question you were sure to have forgotten, comes punching right in. Can you even still look at him in the eyes? How could you see him the same after this? Did he even wash his fucking hands before he touched that handle-

Beomgyu timidly nods at you to acknowledge your simple existence and takes a seat on the opposite side of your small table, eyes immediately darting to the bubble tea in your hands before pointing at it.

“Yah, give me a sip.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, already extending his hand out to reach for it.

Scoffing, you tuck the drink towards your chest and away from his dirty hand. Can you believe the gall of this boy? The nerve?

Your eyes travel from his hand to his confused face, nose twitching up in disgust.

“Gyu, I can’t believe you…” You lean towards him enough to whisper, “You sly ass fox...”

But then again, his amazing ability to act innocent when he’s not has always been a mystery to you. You’ve seen his pranks on the others.

“What? I forgot to bring my wallet, okay?” He tries to explain, shamelessly reaching for the bubble tea in your grasp yet again. “But if you give me some now, I promise I’ll buy you whatever you want next time. Deal?”

He...he’s really trying to negotiate with you right now? Like nothing had just happened? Like you totally weren’t gonna walk in on him with his cock in hand, cum about to spurt everywhere?

“Since when do you have a wallet-“ You roll your eyes with a sigh, “Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

You give the cafeteria a quick scan to make sure no one’s in hearing proximity.

“I know…” you pause for a second, preparing for the wave of awkwardness to wash over the both of you, “…look, I know you were…touching yourself.”

How did you get here again?

“But don’t be alarmed-“ you start, but his eyes widen immediately and he almost chokes on spit.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Don’t lie to me, Gyu- I can literally see the white stains on your fucking pants!” You whisper-yell, sharply pointing to the pitiful markings of his dried up dick milk for proof. Is he oblivious, or just stupid?

At the point, his eyes are practically bulging out of his brain and that speaks for itself.

“You’re not fooling me,” you lean back with crossed arms.

Given that he could freeze time and think about it, he could’ve played those stains out to be anything. But anxiety’s already pouring into his brain about his future, and what would become of it if you went around telling everybody.

Beomgyu quickly blocks his crotch area from your view with his hands and mutters a curse under his breath. He’s so childish, it’s amusing. Being this dramatic won’t get him anywhere.

“Explain yourself, hm? Explain why I almost walked in on you and your alone time—in the practice room, no less.”

All of a sudden, the boy slips off his seat and presents himself on his knees, hanging his head in shame and clamping his hands together. You’d tell him to quit it, but this is getting…pretty interesting. It’s kind of a shame more people aren’t here to witness him like this, though. He’s a total wreck.

“Y/n, please don’t tell anyone,” he desperately begs, boring into your eyes with his big brown ones until you can see the glossiness thicken. “Please, please don’t…”

Poor guy sounds like he’s about to cry at any second, and your pussy weirdly pulses at the sight.

“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

You pause to sigh in annoyance, “But did you have to do it there? In our practice room? Come on, isn’t that too much?”

Beomgyu darts his tongue out to wet his dry lips,“I- I know I shouldn’t have….but I just…I just couldn’t help it…you know, we haven’t had enough time between monthly evaluations and stuff…” he trails off, but you can’t help but notice the pretty pout that forms on his lips.

But you understand him. Horny and stressed? The worst duo.

Especially during these busy days, his roomies are in and out all the time, their schedules becoming more hectic and unpredictable—there’s no way he can find peace. And it’s not like he could spend too much time in the shower either. Too little time to spare, and too many things to do.

“No, yeah, I get it,” You nod, showing a bit of empathy for the poor boy. “Is this a normal thing for you?”

“No, it’s my first time- doing it in the practice room, I mean…” He mumbles and fidgets with his fingers.

“Yah, you- seriously…” you sigh, latching your lips back on the straw and he watches patiently, gulping. You could really use a nap right now, but not when he’s on his knees like this.

“You’re seriously lucky it was only me. What if it had been Kai? Or Soobin?” You gasp loudly as an even worse thought hits you, “Yeonjun…”

His hands cover both ears theatrically, shaking his head. “Don’t even-“

“Gyu, what were you thinking?”

“I…I just wanted to film myself…” he admits quietly with a bit of shame laced to it, and picks at his pretty fingers. “…s-see how it was like-”

“Film yourself? You mean like the ones on porn websites?” You have to laugh at him, so you let out a little snicker. How pathetic can he get? Surely, not more than this? “What are you, some kind of camgirl?”

Beomgyu looks dumb and miserable, pouting and pretty much begging for you to torture him. At this point, you could very well get him to do whatever you want. Besides, what do you get out of staying quiet?

“You know I’m not gonna keep my mouth shut.”

The instant shock on his face is priceless. He probably thought you were gonna let him off the hook or something. Now, isn’t that stupid?

“Please don’t tell anyone, Y/n- please, please, please…” he begs, clammy hands rubbing together so pitifully as he scoots closer on his knees. “I- I’ll buy you boba every day!”

His eyes are just so, so pretty. How could you take him even a pinch seriously when he’s pleading for your mercy? At this point, you might even develop some sort of God complex if you haven’t already.

Because never in a million years would you ever think to have Beomgyu wrapped around your finger, so desperate in front of your eyes. Your very own slave. The thought alone sounds too good to back out now.

“And why shouldn’t I?” You coo, pouting in the feign of innocence.

He reaches out to take your free hand in his (cum-colored ones), but you let him, already consumed by the power you have over the boy. He rubs over it gently, looking up at you with tears forming at the corners.

“Y/n, please…the others—they won’t let me breathe…it’ll be so embarrassing…”

He’s not wrong. But that’s why it’ll be fucking hilarious. The whole company would be throwing around “mirror fucker” or “camboy.”

And what, he gets off on people watching him, too? Tsk, this is all too easy.

You simply shrug, still not getting the reaction you want. “Hm, not sure if it’s my problem-”

“Don’t tease me right now, Y/n, please!” He whines, “I’ll do anything- anything you want!”

Right into your trap.

“Oh? Anything?”

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This really was all too easy. With some time left over before the rest come in, you have a kneeling Beomgyu settled obediently between your legs in the same practice room, but this time, you’ve decided to play a bit smarter—actually locking the door and dimming the lights, fully covering the window with his same black hoodie.

You glance at the camera sitting in the corner once more to see if it’s running, just as he’d requested. You could grant him this one thing, right?

Honestly, it makes you laugh, but if this could get him off until the next year, why not?

Leaning back on the chair, you teasingly move your panties to the side and his hungry eyes follow. “Let’s hurry before the others show up…but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Having them watch me fuck your sweet, sweet mouth, yeah?”

With a hefty gulp, his tears start cornering his eyes again, cheeks reddening with the shock of arousal shooting down to his cock. Your words are so vulgar and dirty, and it affects him so much. Who knew he’d get off on being used?

But Beomgyu is a good boy, and has manners, keeping his hands stationed on his thighs. He’d rather wait for your permission than act on his lusty impulses.

“Okay, baby. Stick your tongue out for me and make me cum.”

He scoots closer cutely, and it’s already killing you. The boy constantly chews on his lip and gives you one last look before he gently spreads your legs apart.

You could melt right now. He’s so fucking cute just resting his hands on your thighs, and the moment he lays his warm tongue on your slit, his pretty, teary eyes shoot up to gauge at your reaction, looking all innocent while he begins kitten licks here and there.

They become longer stripes as he drags the tip of his tongue gently up and down your neediness, but you’re starting to feel a bit impatient. “Gyu, we don’t have time to play games right n-“

Your own gasp cuts you off when he presses his lips against your dainty bud, sucking so lightly, so eagerly, you can’t help but grab a handful of his hair. “O-oh god…that’s it, just like that…”

Beomgyu gives your clit a break and goes back to dragging his tongue up and down your folds. It’s a simple motion, but this time he’s applying a bit more pressure with his tongue to show how needy he is for your sweet taste.

His lips are slobbered with all sorts—you’re starting to wonder if he’d just wanted this all along.

“Holy sh-shit…you’re s-so good at this,” you breathe out, and the praise makes him whimper, “Maybe you should be my very own personal slut, Gyu…I’d fuck your pretty mouth every day…”

Beomgyu can’t do much about his poor, leaking cock, just throbbing in the tight of his pants. To keep himself from touching it, he squeezes your thighs to hold back, and because it’s not his time yet. Pitiful, but his purpose now is to make you feel good.

Just as you’re getting lost in how pretty he looks between your legs, he angles his head in attempt to press his tongue in deeper, digging out the source of your sweet essence.

“I mean…if this what it feels like to have you eat me out…imagine what riding your face must be like…” Beomgyu’s eyes flutter at the idea and doesn’t even care about all the drool running down his chin.

“Stick out your tongue so I can fuck myself with it.” He obeys and sticks it out for you. It’s convenient, because he can watch your pretty face contort as you guide his head back and forth, letting his tongue dip into you as you please.

His teary eyes are so angelic and innocent in nature, you could pass out. Everything about him is so puppy-like, obedient and vulnerable—so easy to corrupt.

You feel the rapid tightening in your abdomen as you get closer to the edge, so you move his head a bit faster, gripping a little harder that he whimpers.

“Let me cum in your p-pretty little mouth, yeah?”

It’s when he whimpers one more time that you fall apart. At this point, your legs are locking his head in and you’re pushing his face into your cunt to keep him there. You might be suffocating him with your convulsing thighs, but like a good boy, he waits on his knees patiently and lets you fuck his face until you’ve calmed down from your ecstasy.

It’s a comforting sight, really, to see your good boy, with his teary eyes ever so pretty and hair all fluffy and disheveled the moment your legs loosen up around him. Even when he’s catching his breath, he looks adorable.

You reach out to run your hand through his hair and he takes it with love. “You’re such a boy for me.”

Beomgyu can’t help but yelp when you abruptly pull him up to slam his chest against the mirror. He’s so lightweight, you could throw him around like some pretty doll.

A cute cry slips out as soon as you ram your leg up against his ass to keep him against his own reflection.

With your arm snaking around his pretty, dainty waist, all tight and secure, you shoot him a warning grin just before you give him what he wants.

“Oh, is this where you came earlier?” You scoff at his pathetic attempt at cleaning up the stains on the mirror. “How fucking dirty of you.”

You hand slips down past his waistline without warning and his body jolts at the sudden intrusion, taking in his delicious sobs when you pull his pretty, throbbing cock out.

“Filming for the fans, huh? Maybe next time you go live, I’ll make you take out your dirty cock in front of everyone and make you touch yourself…so that everyone can see what a stupid little whore you really are, yeah?”

His eyes flutter back and lips part against the mirror as you spread his precum all over his bulbous tip, whimpering because he wants to hear more of your sin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Stupidly, Beomgyu nods with breath hitting the mirror. He just wants you so bad, he’s starting to lose it.

“Or maybe I’ll suck you off in front of everyone, show them how pretty you look when you cum in my mouth…” your devilish coo causes him to buck forward, needing your fingers now more than ever. It feels like he’s in heaven—or hell, because of your teasing—with the way your hand slides up and down his cock with ease.

It’s no doubt that your touch is different from his own, clearly slower and more calculated, whereas his is sloppy and desperate. If he had known you were this good with his cock, he would’ve gotten caught earlier.

Already, his cock twitches over the insane amount of pleasure you’re giving him. Drool starts bubbling at his mouth and shamelessly seeps past his lips, dripping down his chin and smearing the mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby. Don’t you like watching yourself get fucked?” Beomgyu nods profusely, and pries his eyes open to take a look at himself, cheeks all pink and face all fucked out because of you.

He whines and bites down on his lip immediately when you pick up the pace, careful to keep his volume under control. It appears he’s become so stupid that he’s forgotten the walls are soundproof. And by the way he claws at the mirror and throbs between your fingers, you can tell he’s dangerously close.

“And you were filming yourself, pfft,” You scoff, “I’d be ashamed too. How disgusting.”

Your words hurt, but has his cock leaking regardless. It just feels so good, along with how his sensitive, puffy tip presses against the mirror as you rub him off.

“Please, p-please let me c-cum, Y/n…” he quietly cries against the mirror, voice bending at your pumps, “oh, please…”

“Mm, you’ve been such a good boy. Look at yourself when you cum for me,” you coo, going at a vigorous pace and he whimpers in obedience, prying open his big teary eyes.

But right when he’s about to lose it, he mindlessly locks eyes with you once more in the mirror, letting you witness the last of his innocence flow out of his eyes.

“F-fuck…please-” He whimpers and squishes his lips against the mirror, “I-I…m’cumming-“

You hold his trembling body close to yours, right around his waist as his hot, milky cum shoots out from its pocket, splattering onto the mirror in almost the same place.

“God, you look so cute like this…getting ruined all for some stupid video…” you pant against his shoulder as you squeeze him out completely.

With stained fingers of white, he watches you suck them off from under his heavy eyelids. A little taste of his saltiness shouldn’t hurt.

You help the poor boy slump down against a clean part of the mirror. He looks close to passing out, or needing sleep—anything that would help him recover from…all of this.

“You did so well, Gyu,” you coo sweetly, hoping something else might bloom out of this little episode.

But when you turn to walk over to the camera, you realize the usual orange light isn’t blinking anymore.

“Oh my god…” The screen’s gone completely black.

“It died.”

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