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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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Cuddles and soft sex with Old Man Boba(Who’s really only 41)

@peacefulwizardfox requested some Old Man Boba cuddles, so I did that and more!

Notes: This is for everyone who doesn’t hate old man Boba. If you hate his body then get the fuck off my blog :) Those of you who love his body? Enjoy some fluff and smut

Also! I am a legends whore so some legends Boba content is in this

Spoilers for season 2 of the Mandalorian chapter 14 kinda?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, grumpy Boba being grumpy Boba, teasing, joking around, smut, soft smut, more fluff, Boba is beefy and it’s sexy

^^^^^^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIGH JIGGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!^^^^^^^

You laid on Boba’s large naked chest, tracing your fingers delicately along the many scars that covered his dark skin. Your long term lover watched you, his dark brown eyes hypnotizing. “You're beautiful, you know that right?”

Boba huffed a laugh, “I was eaten up by Sarlacc stomach acid for two days…..I’m getting old and-” You covered his beautiful mouth with your hand. “You’re still the most handsome man in the universe to me. And Boba, Cyar’ika, you’re forty one. You’re not old.” Boba rolled his eyes at you being sappy and sweet. He loved the attention though, but he’d never admit it.

“You’re going to make my teeth rot out one day.” Boba muttered and you shrugged, “You’re just saying that as an excuse because your old ass-” He slapped your bare ass and you yelped. “I’m kidding!” You laughed at his teasing glare and crawled on top of him fully. You kept laughing, Boba didn’t laugh but a small smile pulled at your lips. You knew it was hard for him to hold back a dumb grin and some chuckles.

Once Boba had hit forty you began making old man jokes here and there. You’re lucky you’re not human leather by now. Boba hated the jokes, but they were pretty funny.

He wrapped his thick arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent. You both smelled of sex and one another, and it was addicting. You two had been in bed all day, since Slave I was on autopilot to your next destination. It was rare having a lazy day with “Mr. Works himself to death.”

Boba was always grumpy, even in bed when you two are cuddling. It’s just his personality, so it was easy to poke at the bear. You began kissing his neck, which was very very sensitive. Boba grunted and batted at you, clearly half asleep. You narrowed your eyes and kept teasing his neck with your lips and tongue. Boba could only huff and squeeze your ass as a weak defense.

You two had been sleeping and having sex all day, so he clearly didn’t mind. His bare cock sure didn’t mind either. Boba opened his eyes when you teasingly grinded your hips down against his, a growl ripping from his throat. You smirked and kissed him deeply, his lips fitting perfectly with yours. His hard cock was pressed against you, but not where Boba wanted it.

Boba gave you a fake irritated look when you pulled away, a smirk pulling at your lips. You’re lucky Boba was in a good mood, so he was letting you tease. If he wasn’t? You’d be under him and being rutted into like a bitch in heat.

You dragged your lips, tongue and teeth along his scarred throat. Boba exposed more of his throat, clenching his jaw when your teeth nipped his Adam's apple. Your mouth moved to his collar bones, then to his chest. You felt like worshipping your sexy bounty hunter lover, so you’d do exactly that.

His beautiful body was scarred and worn from the stressful life of a bounty hunter, Sarlacc acid, and the cruel twin Tatooine suns. It only made him even sexier to you, his scars telling a million stories. With age Boba has gotten thicker, but he kept it mostly muscle. He wasn’t as toned as he used to be, but you didn’t care. There was just more of him to love, to kiss. His stomach and chest have gotten softer, so he was even more comfortable to lay on now.

Boba laid his head back, enjoying your soft warm lips and tongue tracing his sensitive scars. A growl tore from his thick chest when you gently nipped one of his nipples. They were very sensitive for a man who’s worn a chest plate all of his life. Before you could move to his softening stomach he grabbed you and yanked you back to his face. You made an offended noise as he moved you.

“Boba I was doing something!! I can’t ever body worship you?” Boba snorted sarcastically, “You just enjoy the taste of my cock.” You got in his face, your nose brushing his, “Perhaps.” You sneered, your lips hardly brushing his. He smiled, but quickly hid it by yanking you into a passionate kiss. Fuck he loved you and your smart mouth.

Boba never lost the fire that burned within him, and you could always tell by the heat behind his lips. You nearly screamed in surprise when he flipped you over, pinning you down. “I wanted to be on top.” You huffed like a child, Boba just gave you a bemused look.

“Then don’t be slow.” He smirked when you glared at him. Boba, of course, got payback when he gently nipped one of your nipples. You moaned, the glare not leaving your face. “Bastard.” He chuckled at your word, his lips connecting with yours once again.

You and boba had been together for a while now, so he knew your body perfectly. He spread your things apart with his calloused hands, letting you know to throw your legs around his thick waist. His hot lips never detached from yours as he settled himself comfortably between your legs. His lips were so blinding that you hardly even noticed the change in position until he grinded his cock against your lips teasingly.

His taste was so addicting and erotic that you whined when he pulled away so you two could breathe. He smirked and moved his mouth to your neck, making sure to mark you up even more than he did earlier.

You moaned as his calloused hands began to play with your nipples, hardening them into peaks quickly. He moved his right hand away to trace a thick calloused finger along your slick folds. Boba smirked, “You’re so easy.” He nearly purred, causing you to blush. “You’re just sexy and very good at this.” You whispered, nipping his ear softly. Boba hummed, not disagreeing.

Boba kissed you again, his tongue wrestling with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. You gripped his muscular shoulders, your nails ripping open the scratches from earlier. Boba groaned, loving the slight sting. Boba was a little self conscious about his scars, but he loves the ones you give him.

He buried his face into your neck when he pushed into you, his large cock filling you perfectly. Boba always filled you to the brim, his cock hitting every deep spot inside of you. You cried out his name, gripping his muscular body tightly. The sensation of him caused your walls to grip him tightly, making it hard for Boba to control himself

“Fuck you’re always so tight.” He growled out the words, his voice gruff from pleasure. You went to snark back a reply about him having a big cock. Instead, Boba shifted his hips slightly and your train of thought derailed. He smirked at your gasping reaction, he knew exactly where your special spots were. He was cocky about it too.

Boba began at a slow rhythm, taking his sweet time. Your body moved perfectly with his, your cunt squeezing around his shaft like a vice. Boba wasn’t the most vocal man, but you knew how to draw out those sweet erodic noises from him.

You dragged your nails along his scalp to the back of his neck, the sensitive skin there always fun to tease. Boba shivered, his cock twitching deep inside of you. Boba picked up his pace, his thrusts now deeper. He moaned loudly at your teasing touches, which only made your walls quiver around him.

The sensation of his lips on your neck, along with one of his hands playing with your nipples was enough to drive you mad alone. You had already cum a few times today, so you were incredibly sensitive.

Boba panted in your ear, his hot breath causing you to shiver. “That’s it baby.” He moaned the words out, his pace picking up. The small bedroom of Slave I was filled with absurd sounds of skin against skin and of your wet cunt. Boba nipped your ear, his scarred body pressed flush against yours. “That’s my good girl, so close for me.”

You whined at his heated words, your walls squeezing him even tighter. You knew not to cum before Boba said so, but he made it really hard for you. “Boba!” You dug your nails even deeper into his skin as he thrusted into your hot core faster.

“Boba please.” You threw your head back, the noises combined with the sensations driving you wild. You knew he loved it when you begged, so you begged. “Boba baby!” You cried, “Please please let me cum!!” Boba’s cock twitched at your words, a loud moan leaving his lips.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He gave a few more rough thrusts, his orgasm just as close as yours. “Cum with me.” He snarled out the words, which made you cum hard. His warm seed filled you to the brim as you screamed out his name like a prayer.

You saw spots when you came, your throat already sore from your screams of pleasure. Boba rode out his orgasm with yours, his hips bucking softly. Once he was finished he pulled out, which made you whine at the loss.

Boba rolled onto his back, pulling you back onto his chest. You nuzzled your face between his large pectorals, your body feeling like jello. You were half asleep, enjoying Boba’s warmth and body.

“Cyar’ika.” He muttered, stirring your cock drunk mind. You blinked at him, a chuckle leaving his lips at your glare. “We should probably shower and prepare for-” You cut him off with a tight hug, “mo.” You mumbled, your words muffled by his large chest.

Boba sighed and stroked your hair, “Come on-” You hugged him tighter and he grunted. “You have to feel gross.” You snorted loudly at him, your face not moving from his chest. Boba sighed and laid his head back.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He continued to stroke your hair, “Five more minutes and that's it.” You pressed a kiss between his pectorals. Boba rolled his eyes at your muffled, “M...’love you too.”

After five minutes you were both sound asleep in one another's arms, forgetting completely about the job he had to get done soon. Your cuddles were more important to him though, but he’d never admit that.

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Coming right up ❤️

Fem!Reader X Eren

Warnings: 18+ NSFW smut / slight angst / cheating

Eren's brooding eyes snap towards his roomates bedroom door when he hears the muffled voices of you and your boyfriend. Your voices weren't quite yells - yet. But it was abundantly clear that there was almost certainly a storm brewing. Ignoring it, he returns his emerald greens onto the manga book he was reading, silently telling himself not to pry. This would be the fourth argument you two had this week - and it was only Wednesday. Over the course of the month...? He'd lost count.

He pushed away the irritation that began to claw under his skin. He'd always secretly had a thing for you and he seen that his douche bag of a roommate did not treat you as well as he should.

He leasuirely turns the page, his usual calm exterior hiding his frustration as sure enough, the volume of your voices begin to rise through the wood of the door.

He tries to ignore it, focusing on the magnificent art work that brought his pages to life. But he couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind how much happier you'd be if you just left his ass and got together with himself.

When he hears your voice crack and an uncontrolled sob break through your lips, he leaps up with a sigh, scratching the back of his head and heading into his room. Hopefully by the time he has a shower and is dressed, the two of you would have hashed it out and made up.

Fat chance.

"You don't even have sex with me anymore..." He hears you cry tragically as he passes by the door to his room. "Do you think I'm ugly now...? I'm desperate here!"

His eyes widen and hands form into a fist, his entire body freezing at the sound of you sobbing those words.

Are you - no. Is he for real?! You're gorgeous. You're kind. Funny. Caring. Strong... What the fuck is wrong with him?!

He shakes his chestnut brown head and storms into his room, unintentionally slamming his door a lot louder than he'd meant to.

Eren takes his time in the shower - allowing the steam and hot water to relax him and refocus his mind. Really, it had nothing to do with him.

So why couldn't he shake you out of his mind?

He was relieved when he eventually got out, dried and dressed and he no longer heard the yelling. His eyes scanned the alarm clock next to his bed.

21:43

He'd been in the shower for a little over an hour. The warm water soaking into his skin and making it feel that extra bit soft. With a lazy yawn, he strolls to his door to pick up his book from the living room. He's surprised to see you sitting on the couch, alone reading his manga.

"Hey." He sounds, eyes wide as your beautiful form is melted onto the sofa.

"Oh, hey." You sit up nervously, placing his book down. "Sorry Eren, is this yours?"

"Where is he?" Eren asks, walking into the room.

"...I don't know." You mutter.

He could see that spark behind your eyes becoming extinguished due to that Jack ass and he wasn't going to just stand by and watch that happen.

He places his hands in this trouser pockets, leaning against the wall. His man bun a lot more loose than usual from his freshly washed hair; a couple of strands falling over his handsome face.

"You know... I think you're gorgeous." He admits without a care in the world.

You blink in surprise, not really knowing what to say. "I... Uh... Thank you, Eren. It means a lot."

"I know." He shrugs, slinking over to you and plonking himself down next to you, the weight of him making you sink slightly. "I couldn't help but hear you arguing. If you ask me..." He turns his head to look at you - his dark smouldering eyes peircing your very being. "He's an idiot."

Your cheeks begin to burn as you glance away shyly, your confidence well and truly in the back pocket of your boyfriend's jeans - wherever they may be or who's floor they're on right now.

He returns his gaze ahead, arms splaying over the back of the couch, his left arm over your shoulders but not touching you.

"I'm sorry you heard us arguing." You whisper.

"Doesn't bother me." He shrugs. "What bothers me is the burning question of why you're even still with him."

You don't answer. You don't have an answer. It's a question you'd asked yourself all too often.

Whatever shower gel Eren uses rolls off him into your nose. A mixture of spiced sandalwood with a hint of teatree maybe? Whatever it was, it combined with the warmth of his skin, blanketing you with such compassion you could almost feel his increased heart rate as his eyes slyly drink you in.

"I heard other things, too." He mutters, suddenly leaning his face close to yours with a smirk. "I can help you, if you want."

"H-help me?" You heart palpitates and butterflies flutter within you, his demeanor totally changing into something you'd never seen from him before.

"I can make you feel good." He explains with such simplicity, you were certain he couldn't possibly be taking about what you thought he was.

Your vacant expression forces him to spell it out for you.

With his large hand cupping your face , he brushes his lips against yours his eyes then scanning your orbs for any resistance. All he can see is how startled you are; wanting to kiss him but your conscience holding you back.

"Let me take care of you..." He reiterates, his hand now slowly moving up your thigh. "In more ways than one."

"E-eren..." You breathe, your logical thinking quickly being taken over by your now throbbing libido as this gorgeous man now gently slides his tongue into your mouth, catching your lips tenderly once he was fully inside.

He's beyond elated when you return his affections, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair; your breathing rate quickened yet heavy. His tongue caresses yours, swirling and entwining, his throat buzzing with a low, short moan.

It's a hurried kiss - your hands roaming each others face and hair with quick succession, your inhales and exhales pushing through your nostrils loudly, the both of you quickly becoming flustered.

Whether it were his alpha male DNA coming into play, or he got too fired up (maybe both) he ends up scooping you up with ease and carrying you, bridal style, into his bedroom. His lips never leave yours as he pushes the door closed with his foot behind hiny, reaching around and clicking the lock, before lowering you gently onto the bed.

He crawls over you, his breath heavy and eyes heavy lidded; his mouth finding its way to your neck and grazing it.

"Eren... I can't. It's not right..."

You hear yourself but it didn't feel like it was you saying those words, your body screaming at you to just shut the fuck up.

"I'm just showing you how you should be treated." He breathes, hand now roaming up your shirt. "You're not doing anything. It's all on me."

Your moan that escapes you as he pulls at your nipple pushes him on the verge of crazed lust, his lips returning to yours as he rolls your breast around in his large palm, squeezing and pulling. It had been so long since you'd been touched in this way, your body craved it so badly. You found yourself grinding against his thigh, your kisses now desperate as you tug at his hair.

Somewhere within enjoying his touches and kisses, he'd removed your pants. You weren't sure when, just one moment they were there, the next your legs were bare as his hand cups your crotch, your wetness soaking through the material of your panties.

"Eren..." You gasp, back arching at his warm skin - even through the material it felt so good.

His fingers hastily push them to the side with a groan, wanting nothing more than to have you fully. But he knew that wouldn't be possible. Not with the thought of him looming over you like a shadow.

You cry out a lot louder than expected when his long finger slides into you, followed by a second, his thumb circling your external magic spot as he continued to nuzzle into your neck; kissing, whispering and biting.

"Do my fingers feel good inside you?"

You nod, your grip on the sheets tightening, your legs tensing and releasing as he begins to wiggle his digits.

He'd spent many-a-night imagining you under him like this. His long cock was solid, and you could feel his yearning for you pressing tightly against your thigh.

Your body is on fire as he works you, picking up speed as your insides suck him in, caressing him and begging for more.

"You're so fucking gorgeous..." He hums, now looking down into your eyes. "Fuck... You've got me so hard."

You whine loudly at his words, back arching and nails digging deeper into his matress. Your face is burning, boardering on hysterical as your untouched sex is so lovingly caressed.

"yes, Eren... It's so good..." You sob, your mouth hanging open and your eyes clasping closed. "Ah~ Ah~~!"

"Fuck..." He marvels, watching you squirm at his charity.

"I'm going to... Already..." You warn, feeling suddenly full as the pleasure begins to get too intense.

"yes, cum baby..." He smiles softly yet devishly, his pace getting faster.

Your silent scream confirms your climax, your back springing and your insides clamping down, sprinkling his palm with your water as you swirl right down the drain and into the palm of Eren Yeager.

He watches you in sheer awe as you come undone, unweaving and unravelling at his mercy. Squirming and trembling, your body now under his control during those few seconds of unrestricted ecstasy.

You expected to be riddled with guilt when you'd come back to earth. But strangely you didn't. It felt... Right.

"Do you feel better?" He mutters, his mouth caressing your shoulder.

You nod, speachless.

He removes his fingers reluctantly; placing them on his flat tongue. "You taste good too." His tone has a bitter sting to it, you're perfect, just like he'd always thought.

"Be with me. Leave him." He states. "You deserve so much better. I want to be the one who takes care of you."

You think about it for a moment. It makes so much sense to do so. But well, y/n... Whether you take him up on his offer or not - it's up to you.

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren smut #snk smut #eren x you #eren x oc #eren x y/n

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haikyuuishete · 4 years

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Team finding out about S/o || Headcanons

Synopsis: Headcanons for Fukunaga, Koganegawa, Kunimi, Konoha. These boys need more love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Fukunaga:

It was hard to believe for Fukunaga to have a girlfriend, even though he doesn’t talk, he wasn’t shy either.

He is the best boyfriend, he cares about you a lot

He isn’t shy about PDA, if you want to kiss or hug him go ahead, he loves it

He loves cuddling you and even loves being next to you

The team doesn’t know you exist because you are in a different club so you can’t visit him at all, but after practice he takes you home to cuddle but they never see you because Fukunaga always leaves last to wait for you

Whenever you can’t walk home with him, he leaves with his team but always buys extra food for you two when he comes over to your house

What surprises people is that he talks to you more than other people which you don’t mind

you love his sense of humor absolutely adore it

Once he left his team jacket in your locker so you decided to pay him a visit since your club was canceled for the day

Arriving to the gym, his teammates were practicing and your boyfriend was no where to be found

“Are you looking for someone?” Lev comes up to you almost towering over you, “Lev don’t do that you’re scaring her!” Yamamoto pushes him away to smile at you.

“Sorry who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for my boyfriend” “boyfriend? I don’t-“ you spot Fukunaga coming out from the locker room, “excuse me” you run up to him, “Shōhei” you called him

Everyone turned around to look at you two almost shocked

“Who’s that?” Inouka asks Yamamoto who was equally shocked.

“You forgot your jacket” you hand him his jacket, “I was looking for it, thanks love”

Jaws drop, “damn Fukunaga always getting the cute ones” Kuroo smirks while Kai smiles happily for his junior.

“I’ll see you later okay” pulling him for a kiss which his responds to, “love you” “love you too”

“Smooth bastard” Yamamoto groans

“FUKUNAGA YOU GOT SHIT TO EXPLAIN”

He doesn’t come out alive

Koganegawa:

He’s an volleyball idiot yet he knows how to whoo a girl

Of course he’s embarrassed and all blushly, yet he had cute charms making it hard not to like him

He‘s a sweet boyfriend and very dumb at times

But he’s loving and very supportive so like your personal cheerleader

He doesn’t like to talk about his private life so that’s why his team doesn’t know you and you don’t come around practice because you know he won’t concentrate at all and will end up leaving with you

After class when everyone leaves, you two stay behind for a bit to be with each other

“We have a game soon do you wanna come and watch?” “I’d love to” you grin ear to ear as he excitedly tells you about his next game

You couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss which makes him instantly melt into your arms.

Little did you two know that Aone and Futakuchi was looking for their setter, “gosh where is this kid?” Futakuchi groans as he searches, Aone stops him by grabbing him by the shirt pulling him close to him, pointing at the classroom.

His captain eyes grew wide like super wide, “what are you guys looking at?” Kamasaki walks up to them before being shushed by the second years, pointing at the class room

They were shocked they thought that Koganegawa was innocent

“Hey um *cough* Koganegawa” Futakuchi was the first one to break the silence

Both of you separate from the kiss, “oh hi what are you guys doing here?” He cocks his head to the side cutely

2nd years and 3rd years stopped working

Kunimi:

This dude doesn’t even tell anyone or his best friend because he’s lazy and doesn’t want to get into details how he got you to say yes

He’s lazy but a passionate lover

You two just sit in the back of the class and talk shit like it’s a normal some people would think you two are best friends

Your humor combined with his is like roasting everyone who disrespects you

But at home he’s a lovable bear, he loves cuddles and sleeps in your arms when practice was hard that day

You would be playing video games as he rants to you just a regular thing or the other way around

It was your anniversary and he wanted to skip practice because it was on a weekend and he wanted to spend it with you

The funny thing is he didn’t ask Oikawa but asked Iwaizumi instead

Of course he was let go without being asked why

You two went on a date, went to the zoo for a while then got food

You two walked home holding hands as he held your stuff toy he got you while you ate your ice cream talking about the latest anime you watched

Then his team bumped into you two

They were shocked but not really because they have seen those little smiles when he was texting you

Kindaichi is dumb so he didn’t even notice

“Who’s she?” He points at you as you wave awkwardly at them

“She’s my girlfriend stupid” Kunimi rolls his eyes as he pulls you closer to him

“Oh Kunimi you have a girlfriend how cute! You’d should’ve asked for advice since I’m an expert-OW IWA-CHAN!” Iwaizumi hits Oikawa to shut up

“Sorry you two we’ll be leaving now” he pushes the whole team away so you two can enjoy your day out without being interrupted

The next day Kunimi didn’t live it down

He was asked so many questions ti Oikawa almost being killed by Iwaizumi for asking “have you guys done it yet?”

Konoha:

Super sly, he keeps his private life in check and his club activities in check

Even though his team is like his family and you are his love of his life

You and the team never met officially because of time and schedules

His team knows you exist but never really met you, so like you’re his mysterious girlfriend

You were busy helping out your family store and had club activities

The boys had games and even study sessions because they need their captain to be on top of his game *Bokuto gets distracted with the littlest things*

Whenever he is done with practice he would go over to the store and help out

Konoha loves to tease you on whatever you do because he gets these cute reactions from you

He likes annoying you sometimes even have playful arguments which turns into a make out sessions

He doesn’t do pda in public because he wants it to be private because he loves showering you with a lot of love at home and no one can judge him for it

But he will hold your hand and walk you to class, but you two have to sit far away from each other because you two bicker a lot which your classmates would always tease you two about it

You didn’t see him all day and wanted to see him at least once so you went to the gym to greet him, he was all by himself.

“Akinori” you whisper waving at him, he opens his arms and you jump into them

“I haven’t seen you all day and I’ve sent you texts” he peaks your lips, “sorry I was late today” you kissed him back

“WHOA WHOA WHOA!” Bokuto screams pointing at you, “That wasn’t necessary Bokuto” “DO YOU SEE THAT AGAAShi?”

“Yes Bokuto I see it too” Akaashi sighs

Konoha let’s out a little sigh, holding your hand up, “this is my girlfriend y/n” he introduces you to the team, Bokuto literally bunny hopped over to you two

“You’re pretty” he smiles cheekily, “okay get away from my girlfriend” Konoha hisses at his captain

From that day on you’re now apart of stop Bokuto from getting emo squad

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fukurodani #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu aoba johsai #kunimi akira #haikyuu koganegawa #koganegawa x reader #koganegawa kanji #konoha #fukunaga shouhei #fukunaga x reader #date tech

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prettyboongi · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: They React To You Speaking A Different Language (When Waking Up/Falling Asleep)

[Note: Hi readers! This fanfic is inspired by my very first request! And hopefully it won’t be the last. To be honest, this request was pretty challenging and it took me awhile to figure out how to go about it. At the end, I decided not to specify the language that Y/N speaks since I don’t want to alienate anyone. This one is definitely less than perfect, so constructive criticism is welcomed. But I do hope that you guys (especially the requester ^_-) enjoy it! Peace!]

Seokjin

You and Jin absolutely loved your "Movie Night Fridays”. Not only do you two get to spend quality time together, you two also took turns when it comes to picking that night’s movie. And tonight was your turn - your pick: an underrated animated Disney flick - and you were excited.

However, there was one issue at hand: you were unbelievably exhausted. All day, you were busy helping your best friend move into her new place and you didn’t anticipate her having so many things to take with her. Common sense tells you you should just turn in early but you decided against it. Especially knowing that Jin himself will be super busy the entire weekend.

As you two were watching the film, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. It also didn’t help that you were extremely cozy in your favorite sweatpants and hoodie while snuggled under Jin’s soothing arm. Jin was unaware of your internal battle as he was too invested in the movie. It wasn’t until he heard you softly snoring that he attention was brought to you.

He gently shook up your shoulder and said in a low voice, “Hey honey, wake up. Let’s get you to bed.” In response you mumbled something he couldn’t quite catch. “Hmm?”

Half awake, you started whining something in your native tongue, which at first confuses Jin since he had no clue what you were saying. But as you collapsed into his lap and immediately fell back to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at your vulnerable state.

“You’re too cute, Y/N,” Jin says to himself. He then turns off the movie and carefully carries you to bed.

Yoongi

It was a calm, lazy Sunday afternoon when you and Yoongi decided to take a nice nap together. Well, it was calm before your slumber was interrupted by the sound of Yoongi’s phone. Despite its blaring sound, Yoongi was still peacefully asleep, like the lazy cat that he is.

Annoyed and still heavy with sleep, you grabbed Yoongi’s phone and turned to shake him awake. Still not waking up, you get even more annoyed and start yelling at him as you shake him even harder. Without noticing, you yelled for him to wake up in your native language, which startled him as he finally woke up. It takes him a few seconds to register what was going on but pieces everything together with the sound of his ringtone and disgruntled expression on your face.

Once Yoongi takes the phone from you and leaves for the other room, you lay back in bed and, in no time, continue your nap.

Hoseok

“Ugh, why is he taking so long?!.” you angrily say to yourself, sitting patiently on the couch.

You were waiting for Hoseok to come back home from picking up food at your favorite restaurant. And honestly, you felt like he was taking a little too long with the food. Your precious food. You tried calling him to see what was the hold up but no answer from him.

“I’m starving,” you whined in your head. You realized that whining and being angry wasn’t going to make the food immediately arrive, so you tried your best to relax. You laid down on your sofa, your head comfortably on a soft throw pillow and closed your eyes. You focused on your breathing for a few minutes which definitely helped calm your nerves. It also helped you pass out right on the couch.

“Hey sorry babe,” Hoseok says as he walks into the apartment, setting the containers of takeout on the kitchen counter. “They made a mistake with our order, that’s why the wait was long. And I know I would be the one to suffer if I brought home the wrong food,” he trails as he realized he was talking to himself. “Y/N?” he calls out with no answer. He walks around the apartment, only finding you moments later, snoozing on the couch.

“Awwww,” he coos while walking towards you. He then shakes you gently to wake you up, “Baby, the food’s here.”

You stir a bit before propping yourself up with your left elbow. Still half asleep, you look at Hoseok with drowsy eyes and softly mutters a phrase in your mother’s tongue. You weren’t fully aware of what you were saying but that didn’t stop it from stirring a certain feeling in Hoseok. Despite you rarely speaking your native language around him, it drove him crazy of how deep and sultry your voice sounded while speaking. In other words, it turned him on quite a bit.

He took your dozy face and kissed you passionately, fully waking you up now. You broke away from his lips and said, “What about the food?” Hoseok looked at you with hungry eyes and replied with, “A little more waiting couldn’t hurt.”

Namjoon

“You said that you’d take a break and take me out to lunch,” you said to Namjoon.

You have been hanging out with Namjoon at his studio, as he was working on the groups’ upcoming album. Initially thinking it would be fun to spend some time with your loving boyfriend, witnessing his genius at work, you were just bored out of your mind. As an excuse to get out of the stuffy studio, you suggested he’d take a break and go to a nearby cafe together. But if Namjoon was known for one thing, it was his extreme perfectionism.

“And I told you I will, once I was done with this song,” Namjoon answered back, keeping his eyes on the computer screen.

“You also said that two hours ago!,” you whimper.

“Be patient, my pet. I swear I’m almost done, then we can go.”

You wanted to take his word but it’s really hard to, especially since you’ve been waiting on him for so long. But you didn’t want to leave him; any opportunity to hang out with Joon, you took it no matter what. The only thing you could do was jst to wait.

You sat on the couch opposite from him and laid your head on the armrest. While you weren’t necessarily sleepy, the sound of Namjoon tinkling away on his computer combined with the soft glow that illuminated the studio made you feel relaxed. You eyes soon began to flutter and you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Not noticing that you were dozing off, Namjoon asks, “So which cafe did you want to go to: the one in the building or down the street?”

You weren’t fully fast asleep yet and caught his question in time. However, while in your sleepy state, you answer him in your native language.

Namjoon stopped what he was doing for a moment. Even though he understood what you said since he was pretty fluent in the language himself, he was confused since you two never used it with each other.

“Why are you speaking in…,” he begins as he looks back to you, trailing off once he finds you asleep on the couch. He contemplates waking you up or leaving you alone to nap, but he ultimately chooses the former. He knew how much you wanted to spend some time together and didn’t want to disappoint you.

He walks over to you and light taps on your shoulder, walking you up. “Ready to go?” he playfully asks you. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you only reply with a smile on your face.

Jimin

After finishing a recent comeback, the guys thought it would do them good to take a small vacation and decided to stay in LA for a little bit. Despite having so much fun with everyone, visiting historical landmarks and stopping by so many food stops, Jimin really missed you and wished that you were with him. He offered to fly out where he was but you had other important obligations to take care of.

“Don’t worry about me, Jimin. Go ahead and have fun with the others,” he remembers you saying to him the last time you two spoke on the phone. He tried his best to keep his mind off you, but so many things made him think of you. “I wonder if Y/N has ever heard of this place?” “I bet Y/N would love street tacos.” Your attempts to hide your true feelings to the guys was in vain as they could sense that you were in his mind for the majority of the trip.

After spending the entire morning and most of the afternoon sightseeing, he decides to give you a call once he gets back to their hotel room. He suspected it had to be morning where you were at and assumed you would be awake by now. He was right about it being early - way too early in your opinion - but you were in no way up yet. He clicks on your contact and waits for you to answer.

“Hello,” he heard you answer. Your voice was groggy and raspy but Jimin was too chipper to notice. He was just so happy to hear you.

“Hi honey!,” Jimin says into the phone, “Oh man, you don’t know how happy I am to hear your voice. Today’s been so busy for me. How’s your morning going?”

Since you just woke up, it takes you a few seconds to fully understand Jimin’s simple question and you proceed to answer. Just in your native language. The one that Jimin was in no way fluent in.

“Huh?”, Jimin responds perplexedly, “Y/N?”

Hearing him say your name snaps you out of your sleepy state and realizes what you just said (or at least how you said it). Flustered, you gave yourself facepalm. “Oh sorry,” you apologized weakly, “I haven’t gotten up yet.” But all you could hear on the other was Jimin giggling hysterically, unable to control himself. “Hey!,” you said with a slightly annoyed tone, “What’s so funny, Park?”

“Sorry honey,” Jimin says in between fits of laughter, “You’re just so freaking cute.”

Taehyung

It was only recently that you and Taehyung decided to get your own place together. You two have dating for about two and thought it was about time. Sure, Taehyung did miss living with the guys and they missed him too. But Taehyung just loved you so much and wanted to take the next step in adulthood with you.

For the most part, you and Taehyung made perfect housemates. You two divided chores evenly and neither nagged the other to do them. You cooked most of the meals, though Tae made it up with running whatever errand you asked of him. And most importantly, any conflict that arose, the two nipped it in the bud before the problem got worse. Yes, living at peace together was absolute paradise.

Nevertheless, there was just one thing that Taehyung had a rather tough time getting used to: it was your sleep talking. Whether it was you walking him up in the middle of the night spouting gibberish or you mumbling incoherent phrases while taking a long nap, it would always catch Taehyung off guard. It wasn’t that he was annoyed or bothered by your sleep talking, it simply creeped him out. And avoid making you feel bad about it, he never brought it up.

However, one night had to be Taehyung’s strangest encounter with you and, specifically, your sleep talking. It had been hours when you and Taehyung turned in for bed and both of you were fast asleep. A sudden movement of the bed had woken up Tae. He assumed you were leaving for the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep. But once he heard your voice in a strange tone, his eyes bolted open. He turned to you and found you sitting straight up, gazed fixed upon the front of you.

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asked you but you didn’t respond. After a moment, you begin to speak in a deliberate yet monotone voice, all the while speaking in your native language. Your eyes were still staring into the darkness and you sounded as if you were reciting some demonic spell. You even heard his name a couple of times throughout your monolog, which didn’t help at all. Taehyung wondered if waking you up would’ve been a smart idea but honestly he was too spooked to move. This lasted a couple of minutes and when you were finished, you laid back on in bed and went fast asleep. Leaving a baffled and scared Taehyung, asking himself, “What the fuck just happened?”

The next morning, Taehyung walked into the kitchen, finding you making breakfast.

“Morning, Tae,” you exclaimed in a cheery voice, “You hungry?”

Still disturbed from what happened, Taehyung stuttered a “Yes, sure”.

“What’s wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

Taehyung chuckled nervously, not daring to say anything.

Jungkook

"Tonight was really great, Kookie. Thanks for taking me out."

You and Jungkook were driving home after a spending date night at a restaurant Jin recommended.

At the steering wheel, Jungkook glances at you for a second and smiles. "You're very welcome, baby, I'm happy you had a great time. I really have to thank Jin hyung once I get home."

Date nights with Jungkook were always fun and this one was no exception. It didn't matter what you two ended up doing, there was never a dull moment between you two. You were just so happy to be with someone you can be fully relaxed with.

The drive home was very calming. The warm glow of the city lights and the R&B music playing softly on the radio created a very chill vibe around you. Maybe a little two chill since you were beginning to fall asleep.

Not taking his eyes off the road, Jungkook asks, " Hey, are you in the mood for some ice cream? I know this great place nearby, you'll love it."

Still somewhat conscious but very close to falling to passing out, you answer sleepily in your native language.

"What? Is that a yes?" he asks perplexedly but you don't answer. When he stops at the red light, he looks over to you. You were fast asleep, your head leaning on the glass window.

Jungkook smiles softly to himself and gently runs your knee. "Time to get you home," he says quietly and drives into the night.

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 4 years

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Hey lovelies...

A sweet Dewey Finn x reader fic. Verrrry fluffy, verrrry happy, verrrry clingy, verrrrry drunk. Dewey accidentally discovers he can pull off a very low, growly, hoarse, husky, gravelly voice. Just like a certain ghost-with-the-most we know. 💚

Something really special.... me and the amazing, sweet, talented @ironmansuucks have been working on together.

We genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one.

I LOVE YOU MORE THEN PIZZA

“Hey guys, c’mon… tequila!!” Dewey wiggled his eyebrows, smirking at his friends as they headed back to the bar, for what felt like the millionth time that night. It was Friday after all, and as usual the boys were drinking the place dry of tequila after a long week. Dewey and the kids had been practicing extra all week for a show booked for the following Friday. They had worked so hard and Dewey was so proud of them but he was exhausted. His voice was completely messed up from singing and shouting with them all week and he just needed a night off. It was scratchy and hoarse, almost sore sounding but it wasn’t, and it was easy to tell by the way he was throwing back the tequila shots, most likely making his voice worse. But he didn’t care. He was having fun.

Due to not having any dinner before he went out (not to mention the 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila 4), Dewey was well and truly fucked. Him, Ned and a few other of his friends, were stumbling around their favourite bar, making one another laugh. The music was on point and the drinks kept flowing. It was one of those nights were everything was hysterically funny and silly. Those were the best kinda nights. Doing dares, drinking games, and who could forget about the daft dancing.

Dewey was showing Ned one of the guitar riffs that he had taught the kids, air guitar of course, when suddenly someone bumped into him, shoving him forward a bit. Dewey turned round to see a massive, tall bald guy barging past him “hey man, move out my way” the man grumbled as he hustled past. What the hell? Dewey looked at Ned, drunk and confused “who the hell does that guy think he is? Move out my way” Dewey mimicked, screwing up his face and buffing his chest and shoulders. Due to his voice already being fucked up, he sounded the exact same as the dude. His voice raspy and hoarse. Ned and the other guys were in hysterics at Dewey’s impression, which only prompted him to continue.

As he headed towards the bar, he kept his shoulders buffed and his face screwed up, his friends jumping behind him, still laughing. “hey, can I order 8 tequila shots” Dewey quipped to the barman in his husky, exaggerated voice, eliciting laughs from his friends. The barman didn’t bat an eyelid and just served him. “here you go boys” Dewey continued, handing his laughing friends shots, “bottoms up”.

* * * * *

You rolled your eyes laughing.

Some while later, namely 1:30 AM, you had received a few texts from your sweet (drunken) Dewey Finn:

heeeeeeyyy ybaaby

I mioiss yuoo s oo mucjh

ccan you pleaaes com e pick me up pp lesae ?? ?? ?

You rolled your eyes laughing, knowing he was going to be absolutely steaming. You quickly replied, telling him you would be there in ten. You already knew the bar he was in due to his drunken snapchats, and because it was the one they would always frequent on Friday nights.

Due to your tiredness, and lack of drunkenness, you could not be bothered with the bar. The loud music, the smell of a mix of different alcohols, and the sweaty people jumping around was just something that didn’t particularly appeal to you right now. Grab Dewey. Get out.

Squeezing past all of the drunkards, you could see Dewey at the bar with a few friends. You felt soft at the sight of him smiling and laughing with his friends. It was always a sight you loved to see. His cheeks rosy from the alcohol and his soft, fluffy curls slightly messed up from jumping around. You made your way over to him, car keys in hand ready to grab him and rush goodbyes to get him home.

Dewey was leaning against the bar laughing when you approached him. When his eyes caught yours he lit up. His eyes growing wide. His friends were all laughing at him and you had no idea, until “h-hey baby” Dewey growled out, still exaggerating his hoarse voice causing his friends to bellow out in fits of amusement. You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing lightly “hey Rockstar, what the hell is up with your voice?”.

Dewey made his way over to you, staggering slightly “oh yeah th-is guy was like barging past me and.. and he was all like g-get out of ma way” he giggled, his voice rough even when he spoke normally. Dewey threw his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You held him up, him using you to lean against, you could smell the tequila on him.

After successfully getting Dewey out of the bar and into the car he began to get worse. The fresh air making him seem more drunk, as it always does. He was sat in the passenger side seat, his elbow resting against the window and his head against the head rest. “sweetheart… I just.. I just like you more than p-izza ok.. and I really REALLY like pizza-a”. you laughed at him and his rough, kinda sexy, voice. “thanks Dew, what a compliment” he looked at you, his eyes lidded and tired “no baby, I-I seriously lOVE pizza.. b-but I just like you sooo much mooorrrree”. He lightly poked your arm, smiling away to himself. Nearly home now.

You knew Dewey was clingy, but drunk Dewey was ten times worse. From the moment you got home he was stuck to you. “Dewey you need to let my hand go so I can take my shoes off”, “nooo I just love youuuu”. “you need to let me go so I can get changed” “no just stay with me pleeease, pleaeeaase, I’ll d-die if you don’t” he would plead, voice cracking and his hand pulling you into him.

After forcing him to drink a glass of water, poor baby was tuckered out. He continued to drink the water with one hand and patted your head with the other. You looked at him and his tired eyes, confused and laughed. “what am I? your dog?” he nodded, gulping the water. His eyes were closing and you knew you had to get him to bed, hoping he wouldn’t be sick. It was nearly 3 AM.

As soon as he got into the bedroom Dewey threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes “night” he croaked out. “no no no Dew you need to get your trousers off you goof” you moved over to him. “nooo I don’t want too.. too tired” he whined. “Dewey Finn sit up and take those Jeans off. I have just washed those sheets and I’m not having your black jeans staining them” you warned, folding your arms. He huffed loudly, like a child, and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and moving his legs so they would fall down. He could be so lazy sometimes.

Finally you were both in bed. Dewey scooted over to you, getting his body as close to yours as possible, his hand sneaking to your side, sliding up to your ribs and rubbing the skin there. “so soft…” he cracked, his eyes closing with sleepiness. You smiled at him, but furrowed your eyebrows worriedly “remember Dew, if you feel sick, wake me up” you cautioned. He simply nodded and grumbled in response. His voice sounded as if it was sore, you troubled. Whatever he had done to it, the amount of tequila he had consumed certainly wouldn’t have helped him. You shook your head, “you crazy dude” you whispered lovingly, running your hand down his face admiring his rosy cheeks, and wild hair.

* * * * *

You sighed in sheer relief that morning when Dewey didn't get sick at night. The trashcan beside his side of the bed was luckily un-used. It was kind of a miracle why though, the amount of tequila he drank had been enough to fill up your half of your bath-tub. You shook your head on the pillow as you eyed your boyfriend. He was soundly sleeping on his side. His hair was messily spread out on the pillow, standing up and difying any sort or gravity. You loved Dewey Finn with all your heart, he was just a hyper kid sometimes. A bouncy, hyper kid, with amazing charm and guitar skills... sometimes on too much liquor.

You traced his every feature with your eyes, letting his beauty sink into the deepest level of your soul.

It was almost angelic, his soft face combined with the rough scruff on his cheeks. The rising sun making his messy brown hair glow like the sun herself reached out to kiss it. He smelled like the bar you picked him up from, combined with the fresh smell of your bedsheets, and something unmistakably Dewey.

You rolled your eyes, internly cursing yourself. The boy drank half a bath-tub of tequila last night... You had to carry him home... and yet here you was. Falling even more in love with that dorky, bouncy rock-star. You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried. He only tried to have a good time... that's all.

You shot your Dewey one last glance, before sneaking out of bed. You put on your cozy socks, and grabbed Deweys sweater on the way out. Just before you closed the door you heard Dewey mutter something as he stirred in his sleep, and you smiled at the cute noice. You left the door peeking open a bit, and threw on Deweys worn ACDC sweater. It smelled like him, minus the smell of liquor he was currently sporting.

You tip-toed down the stairs, in desperately need for some coffee. You always were an early bird, while Dewey woke mid day if you'd let him. That part you couldnt change... no matter how hard you tried.

You figured his hang-over-ass would also enjoy some coffee, so you made one for him as well. Yours was filled with lots of milk, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.... Dewey drank his coffee black.

As you passed the stove you figured he could use some hang-over-proof-food as well. So you grabbed a pan, cracked two eggs open and started making scrambled eggs on toast. Humming softly to yourself, watching the still rising sun seep through the kitchen window as you prepared breakfast.

You were suprised when you felt two strong arms wrap softly around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You chuckled and yelped a bit in suprise when dewey came to stand behind you, his body still sleepily warm as he pushed himself up to you against the stove. You felt the weight of his head rest on your shoulder and smiled at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, when he pressed a soft kiss on it. He swayed you gently from behind, moving in sync with your humming.

You struggled to keep your attention to the breakfast you were making, instead of focussing on Dewey behind you. Dewey started to nibble on your neck while you continued to stirr the eggs in the pan. Dewey noticed the slight hitch in your breath while he softly suckled on your pulse point and tried to sneak his hand under your sweater. You squeeled a high pitched sound and grabbed his hand under your sweater before it could get to its destination. He growled in dissapiontment and you felt him pout against your cheekbone, scruff tickeling your cheek when he did so.

You squeezed his hand and mumbled: "Let's have breakfast first, okay cassanova?"

Deweys hands moved towards your sides, he took a step back and he pressed a kiss on the top of your hair. He hummed in response at your suggestion and slapped your ass before slumping into the kitchen chair.

A high pitched yelp escaped your throat, and you was just about to lecture him but when you turned around your mind went still. Comletely still. Aside from the singing choir in the back of your head.

His bedhead was still all over the place as he slumped into the kitchen chair. His brown locks standing in different angles on his head, framing his beautifull face. The golden light of the sun still surrounding him with a bright halo, almost like the joy of life shine out of him. The bright light of the sun reflected in his eyes, and it made his gaze even more entracing. His head rested in his hand and his droopy eyes were full of sleep, but also full of admiration when he looked at you. He brushed his free hand through his messy brown locks, making his hair even more chaotic. A satisfied smirk ghosted his lips and Dewey Finn looked smug as hell.

How could he not, you were practically giving him heart eyes at the moment.

You turned around quickly, struggling to focus on the eggs in front of you again.

You turned off the stove and flopped the eggs on the kitchentable unceremoniously. You sat down across Dewey and sipped your coffee while eyeing your boyfriend over the coffee cup, with a fond smile on your face. Gosh... you loved this man.

He happily beamed back at you and digged into the eggs, his hoarse voice cracked: "Thanks love..."

You couldn't help but laugh at the state of his voice... all fucked up from the shouting and singing of last night. That voice....

A thought popped up in your mind, talking about last night...

That voice. The voice that made you laugh and giggle. Made you sing and hum. His voice made you happy and emotional. Grounded you and guided you. Deweys voice had you aroused in seconds, and you loved every tone it could make... but this voice. It was hoarse and husky and gravelly. Croaky and somewhat nasal.

This hang-over, worn-out growly voice was something else.

You tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that this side of his voice made you feel.

You asked a question to keep Dewey talking in that gravelly voice, so you could feel some more of...

Whatever it was that you seemed to feel at it hearing him talk in that voice...

"Hey Dew... you slept okay? You didnt get sick man. That's great!"

Between eating his toast and sipping his coffee he replied, again with a low, husky, growly voice: "Yeah... that's pretty cool indeed. Lucky me, huh? Hey... Thankyou for picking me up last night..."

You were lost in thoughts as he lowly kept growling through his scentences. The only thing you could think off was that voice was making your knees weak. Good thing you were already sitting... Cause with the orange glow of the sun, combined with his scratchy low croaking voice you were sure could swoon at the spot.

This voice of him was something else. You certainly felt something.

... a lot of someting.

Dewey noticed your mental absence as he continued to growly speak. He noticed that your breathing had changed, and he saw the rosy colour your cheeks had gotten. He saw your pupils widening, you bit your lip and then left your mouth slightly agape. You licked your lips as he sneakily tried to slip more and more pet names for you into his conversation. His voice dropping lower, more breathy and huskier by the second.

He was in the middle of a scentence when you lost your fight to pure lust, love and desperation. You launched yourself over the kitchentable and kissed him with all the love that was bubbling inside your soul. He bit your lip as a deep growl escaped his throath and you panted between kisses: "Mister Finn.... you are an absolute angel... and your voice... Especially your hangover voice... Should be illegal."

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We hope you enjoyed it. We sure enjoyed writing it! @ironmansuucks ... a deep bow and thankyou for doing me the absolute honour of writing with you. 💜 It was a pleasure, dear.

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shownusaurus · 4 years

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Summary: you have always been told that the line between love and hate is thin. well, so is the line between love and friendship.

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Featuring: Monsta X Ensemble

The first time you see him, he's wearing a tawny, v-neck crochet cardigan with nothing underneath and some white leather pants. You're so distracted by his friend though that you walk straight into him, and your steaming tea flies out of the cup you'd previously been fiddling with and onto his practically bare chest. Not to worry though, because it also flies back onto you and scolds your hand, and while you let out a small yelp and shake your hand, dropping your cup and effectively staining his friend's white shoes.

He ends up laying across your couch for the rest of the evening and night as you'd insisted you tend to the scald, and you soon learn that his name is Hyunwoo. When he tells you, his friend Hoseok leans forward to hold the pack to Hyunwoo's skin as it seems you've sunken into a daze that makes the aforementioned cackle with glee.

You're all quick to become friends even though you suspect Hyunwoo's become annoyed with your neverending apologies for having spilt your tea all over him. Hoseok watches the two of you fondly, happy for his friend as he notices the hearts in his eyes, and with your permission acquaints himself with your extensive ramyeon collection.

If he notices the moons you're making right back at Hyunwoo, he doesn't comment, but you know he does as he sits on your armchair and slurps noisily at the noodles he's eating with your nice chopsticks, cheeks puffed out and neck bent so that the noodles don't slip from between the two sticks, though his eyes are on you and he seems to be smirking as best he can.

They stay the night eventually as it starts snowing heavily outside, Hyunwoo on the couch after he'd fallen asleep, and embarrassingly, Hoseok and you share the bed. He crackles loudly when your face flares up but promises you're not his type and there'd be no funny business as long as you could keep your hands to yourself. You don't know whether to be insulted or thankful.

After that, you three spend a lot of time together. Your hand heals although there is a scar that fades within the month, and as it turns out Hyunwoo has super-human healing abilities and the blotch where you'd spilt your drink is gone within two weeks. You use your envy of his "abilities" to touch his abs whenever you can, and you have a feeling he knows, but he doesn't let on either way.

Hoseok is another thing entirely. When you let it slip accidentally that the reason you'd even bumped into Hyunwoo was because you'd been enraptured by his, as you so eloquently put it, "bulging man titties", he collapses to the ground, holding his stomach as his muscles contract with his laughter. You notice Hyunwoo deflate at your side as you say it, though, and for the next few days he's even quieter than usual, and shows up on the third day of avoiding you wearing what you think is probably the sluttiest shirt he owns. He smirks every time he notices your eyes trailing down to his chest, and you don't like that, the smug son of a bitch. You mistakenly turn it into a competition between Hoseok and Hyunwoo with who has the best tiddies, and they invite over Hyungwon, Hoseok's boyfriend, to help decide.

You're both naturally biased, and as much as you're awkward around strangers, you two seem to get along quite well. He's definitely one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen and the minute you see him you snap about their friend group being just gorgeous men and how it's unfair, and all three of them crack up. The competition begins then, and although it's definitely obvious that Hoseok's man tits are absolutely ginormous and he's probably more swole than fucking Superman, jaws- specifically yours- drop when Hyunwoo pulls out his last defense definition.

He vibrates his tiddies.

The noise you let out is not human at all, and the way your eyes widen and cheeks puff is a dead giveaway to your embarrassment at having even made that noise- a cross between a wheeze and a whine-, nobody comments on your flustered state but everybody decides they need to mimick the noise you made. You faceplant the nearest cushion, much to everyone's amusement. Hoseok has made his way into your ramyun collection again.

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Things actually get heated the first time that you and Hyunwoo are alone together. He'd taken you on a slow walk, it being around 9pm. Hyungwon, Hoseok and Kihyun had been left at your house and the way they'd been sucked into Supernatural you'd imagine they hadn't even noticed you'd gone.

You come to a stop in the park, hands brushing against each other shyly until he eventually slides his fingers between yours, a gentle smile gracing his already beautiful face. You look up at him then, staring, eyes wide and lips open. When he looks at you he feels heat bloom across his chest and cheeks, and he squeezes your hand tightly in his own. You squeeze back and suddenly it feels like his heart is constricted in his chest. You look so beautiful then, the moonlight framing your hair perfectly and casting a ghostly glow across your cheeks, accentuating every curve of your face in a way that reminds him so much of stories of Artemis it's uncanny.

He hears you murmur something beneath your breath and when his eyes snap to yours inquisitively, body moving to angle so that he's facing you directly, your other hand moves up to trail so gently across his cheek that he barely feels your touch, only the heat coming off you. He wants to close his eyes and sink into you, but you speak before he can, and his adams apple bobs in his throat, eyes trailing to the ground.

"I can see stars in your eyes." you'd murmured, and the smile that lights up his features is heavenly, the pleasant clench in your chest a reminder of your feelings, the happiness that blooms within you at having that smile directed at you and only you. His hand comes up to grasp yours and he presses it against his face further, sinking into your gentle caress with a happy sigh, eyes closing and figure relaxing curving into your own. His other hand, the one that had been holding yours the whole time, released yours and found its way to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You don't think, but let your body tell you, and your arm eventually comes up to snake around the back of his neck, your other hand eventually finding it's way to your own while his comes to gently touch your own cheek.

Your eyes droop as he leans down, his own eyes heavy, breathing slow and relaxed. He stops before your lips touch and you whine needily as he chuckles, nose brushing intimately against your own, foreheads pressed together. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, tangling in the hairs there as he pulls you forward slightly so that you're now stood on your tiptoes. Your lips brush against each other and you want to dive forward and smash your lips together, but the intimacy of taking it slow holds you back.

He nuzzle his nose against yours, brows furrowed but not unhappily, a large sigh falling past his lips. His natural woodsy scent combined with the smell of fading cologne encompasses you in much the same way his arms have, and as his lips finally press to yours oh so gently... So does the smell of alcohol.

It's like your heart cracks in your chest. You fall back onto the heels of your feet, ruining the moment entirely, and as your eyes snap open so do his. He looks confused, maybe even hurt as your hands slide down his chest and fall limply to your sides, but it doesn't compare to the emotional pain you currently feel. His grip on your hip slacks enough for you to slip from his hands, though he holds on for a moment before finally letting go as his eyes search yours.

It's a wonder, considering you'd been staring so intently into them, that you hadn't noticed the haziness of his eyes and the slight lazy look about him that wasn't usually there. How didn't you smell the alcohol before? you ask yourself as you take another step back, and finally his own arms fall to his sides. Now he does look confused, enough to open his mouth and lick his lips slowly before questioning you, and you bark out a harsh laugh that makes him flinch where he stands.

"As if you don't know, Son Hyunwoo." you whimper, looking down where your hands have clasped in front of you. He looks even more confused now than he had before and he tries to take a step forward but the toe of his boot catches on a slab and he stumbles, though corrects himself fairly quickly. You tremble as he rights himself and comes to stare into your own eyes, and if you hadn't known any better you'd have thought he actually looked sad when he saw the tears in your eyes.

"What-" he starts, but you snap then, and a stubborn, salty tear rolls down your cheek. His heart clenches in his chest, but it's not the same as before- now his Artemis is hurting, and... and it hurts.

You sneer harshly and this time he steps back, more confused than ever with how your face has twisted into a vicious, sad snarl. "I can smell the alcohol on you, Hyunwoo." you snip, your voice shaking with anger and pain, your arms wrapping around yourself as if to comfort yourself.

"Whatever, Hyunwoo. I thought you were different." and that's the last thing you say to him for two weeks. You turn and begin the trek home, all the while he's walking along behind you and begging for you to listen, to understand. You ignore him as best you can, but you eventually burst into hysterical sobs as tears cascade down your face. He watches your shoulders shake and your steps stutter and he offers to carry you the rest of the way, but he gets no response, only your slow steps in the direction of your home.

He slows down too, he wouldn't dare walk beside you with you feeling this way because of him. When you eventually burst into your apartment and startle the other three out of their hyperfixation on the show you run into your room straight away. Hyunwoo is faster than you and steps in front of the doorway, but you slide under his arm and slam the door behind you, sliding down the other side and allowing yourself to succumb entirely to your pain.

He frantically beats against the door, calling your name as his eyes start to swim, but he gets no response and lets his forehead fall against the thin door with a thud, fists resting on the door at the side of his neck. He trembles but doesn't cry, and the apartment fills with the sound of your hurt.

When he eventually turns and looks at the others, Hyungwon and Kihyun are sat together in the corner, side eyeing him with clenched jaws, but neither say anything.

It's two weeks before you speak to him again. He comes over with Hoseok, Kihyun, Hyungwon and Minhyuk still, but it's rare- where he'd come over almost every day before, now you've only seen him twice. Each time you see him it's a reminder of the pain you feel, but when he's away it hurts, too.

But Hoseok, sweet, sweet Hoseok- he's pissed.

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Kihyun becomes your comfort. Hyungwon and Hoseok are there for you if you need it, but neither are good with emotions and Hoseok starts crying if he sees you crying, so you can't really lean on him in a time where you spend most of your days wasting away in front of the TV, watching sappy romcoms and crying into your bowl of ice cream. There has been the odd time Hoseok has sat with you and cried into your ramyun, but emotions are exhausting and you don't expect him to have to put up with yours and his every time he comes over. Minhyuk is aware of what happened but you met him after, and while he's a ball of sunshine always trying to cheer you up, it's not the same. Kihyun is there as a shoulder to cry on, as a protective wall between you and Hyunwoo when he's there, as someone who dries your tears if you're too tired to do it yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunwoo spends a lot of his time at home, curled up on the sofa eating his sorrows too- he doesn't cry half as much as you do, but he still cries sometimes. His muscles have softened slightly because he hasn't been working out as much, but he doesn't care right now. If you're not there to look he doesn't want anyone to, and so he doesn't care all that much about a softening belly as he might have before.

Changkyun and Jooheon are there for his comfort. Changkyun is funny and spirited, and he keeps his mind off things. His boyfriend, Jooheon, is much more soft around the edges, there to offer tissues if needed or just let Hyunwoo cry onto his shoulder.

And then, Kihyun shows up. He's angry and tired from looking after you, and his recently dyed orange hair reflects his current mood. He sneers as he presses his finger into the center of Hyunwoo's chest, eyes piercing and teeth clenched as he tells him that he better sort things out with you or so help him god, he'd shove his foot somewhere the sun doesn't shine, because you talk about him as if he hung the stars in the sky for you even still.

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It takes him two days, but he hits the gym harder than he ever has before, shaves his itchy stubble and takes a long, hot shower before he works up the courage to come to your house alone.

When you answer the door your breath catches in your throat. Hyunwoo. He looks good all things considered, but you can see the slight thinning of his cheeks and the purple circles peeking out from beneath a light concealer Kihyun had no doubt made him put on. He looks good, but he somehow looks awful, too. You'd have thought it would be nice to know that he was suffering as well as you, but it doesn't help. It just hurts. You don't go to close the door like you should. He walks in anyway, slowly as if to make sure you'd let him. You don't stop him and you curse yourself for it as you turn around to make sure you have at least one eye on him, the door closing behind you.

You stare at each other for what feels like a century, until your eyes get so dry they itch and you have to look away after you've blinked the water back into your eyes. He gestures to the couch as if to ask you to sit down but you stubbornly stay standing, eyes narrowing slightly. He sighs, anxiety spiking even more, but he takes your hand and leads you to the sofa anyway. This time you do sit, but the shame builds in your chest as you do. He sits beside you, your legs pressed together and his spread apart. Your hands land in your lap but he reaches forward to grasp them in his own, soft from lotion with a few callusouses from working out. It surprises him that you don't pull away, so he lets himself take advantage of the moment to run his thumb gently over the back of your own hands before he begins speaking.

"I know I hurt you." he starts, peaking up through his lashes to gaze into your eyes. Even now, you can't help but to compare them to the sparkling stars in the sky, so bright and beautiful. He swallow harshly, but keeps going. "I should have considered things better, like how you would feel if the guy you like suddenly came onto you while he was drunk-"

Your ears are ringing. The butterflies in your stomach suddenly turn to bees, buzzing frantically and looking for a way out. You feel sick.

He knew?

"Hold on." you mutter, looking up at him through your lashes with an icy gaze that makes his breath hitch in his throat and his jaw snap shut, shuffling uncomfortably under the weight of your glare. It looked as if he was trying to look anywhere except at you. "You're telling me you knew about my feelings? And you still did it?"

You waited for confirmation or rebuttal, but got nothing except the awkward clearing of his throat and his grip tightening around your hands, though his chocolate eyes were looking right back at you now. You refused to think about the glittering stars you saw in them, the hope and dreams. Instead, you ripped your hands away from his grip and stood up quickly, shaking off his hand as it tried to catch your wrist while you walked toward the counter that separated your kitchen and sitting room. He looked on worriedly, shoulders hunched in on himself as he watched you through his thick lashes.

"You're telling me that you manipulated my feelings, then? What, did you hope that if you showed some interest, knowing I liked you, that I'd drop my panties straight away?" you sneered angrily, leaning against the counter and turning your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eye.

Were it any other time you might have laughed at the offense on his face when he heard what you said, but as it were you could hear the shuffle of clothing and then the squeak of his shoes as he approached, speaking quickly, "So that's what you think of me, baby? I swear it's-" he began, but was quickly cut off by your angry ranting as you whirled around, spearing him with your burning gaze.

"Don't you call me that, Son Hyunwoo. It's not like that, huh? Then tell me why that's exac-" but, this time, it was you being cut off. You jolted where you stood as he seemed to lose all patience, chest puffing as his voice rose above yours, a sharp 'let me speak!' carrying throughout the room. Somewhere in the back of your head you thought that he evidently hadn't had much to eat today, since that's why he is usually irritable, but you shoved that thought away for the time being.

As your eyes moved to the kitchen window you idly thought of how it was starting to get dark out, how the stars would be out soon, and a sharp pain bloomed in your chest as you immediately thought of his eyes, gentle chocolate irises that always seemed to glitter with the light of the stars in them. "Look at me when I'm taking to you." he snapped, walking forward to place his arms around you on the counter.

Irritated, you looked back at him and jabbed your finger into the center of his chest, scoffing at his tone and commands. "No, you don't get to tell me wh-"

You blinked. He had surged down when he heard you start talking, his lips forcefully pushed onto yours to shut you up, eyes squeezed shut tightly and a hand holding your wrist down on the counter that you'd used to jab at him when he'd snapped.

It took a moment, but you pushed the thoughts of allowing yourself to relax into the kiss away and instead wriggled your wrist as much as you could until you eventually managed to get out of his grip, now using both hands to beat and push against his chest as if you'd be able to force him off you. When that didn't work and his lips stayed glued to yours, his body still crowded into your personal space, you wrenched your head back with a gasp and shoved him as hard as you could, angry tears dripping down your cheeks.

"Son Hyunwoo, you bastard! Get away from me! Get off! Get-" but this time you were cut off by your own sob, your hurt having bubbled to the surface while you had been preoccupied with detaching your lips from his however you could. Miserable tears dribbled down your cheeks, your cheeks hot and eyes rapidly swelling. You beat harshly against his chest, the power behind each punch getting less and less until you were left leaning against his chest, your ear against his heart while you sobbed pathetically, hands slapping lightly with as much power as you had left in you. Your cries were frantic and loud, breaths coming in quick bursts before being cut off again by another few hiccups and coughs, or a sniffle. Your lack of air had begun to make you panic slightly too, but you were distracted by the feeling of Hyunwoo resting his chin on your head, pressing a light kiss to your crown while his arms came up to wrap around your smaller frame, caging you into a bear hug while his veiny hands ran up and down your spine, whispering gentle words of comfort into your hair.

He waited until you had calmed down slightly before he spoke again, eyes reopening from when they'd closed while you had been in his embrace. He lifted you onto the counter quickly, his hands sliding down to grasp your waist before he moved to stand in the space between your thighs, hands moving so he could gently wipe away your tears. It was silent for a moment then aside from your slowly calming sobs, the occasional hiccup, cough or sniffle too.

He stood almost completely still save for the slow rise and fall of his chest, thumbs delicately stroking your hips as your own arms rose to wipe away any fresh tears with your sleeve. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." he sighed, brushing damp stray hairs away from your face. "Look at me, Y/N. Please." he murmured, lifting your chin as you sniffle again, looking up at him through your damp eyelashes. "Aw, look at you, you're so precious." he chuckled, eyes running up and down your weak state. You huffed then, hands falling to land on your bare knees with a light slapping sound. "I don't know how you thought I did any of that just to get into your pants, Y/N, you oblivious little doll. If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever."

He hummed, watching with a certain softness as you seemed to preen, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear while your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Oh how he wanted to lean down and take it between his in that moment, but he held back, blinking slowly as his hand came up to stroke his chin and jaw nervously. You watched him for a moment, eyes stinging and sight blurry from any remaining tears, and then finally spoke again, voice hoarse from crying so loudly for so long. "You mean that?" you asked, sniffling.

He chuckled, nodding as he pulled you closer to him by your hips, his tight green tee straining against his muscle with the movement of his shoulders. You smiled then, ruffling your hair as embarrassment crept up on you, heat flooding your face, neck and chest. He was half-tempted to aw at you but after quick consideration decided against it, not willing to risk the quiet peace the two of you had in that moment.

Instead, regarding you with a cautious gaze, he brought a hand up to hold against your cheek, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours while your noses brushed together gently, eyes falling closed by themselves as you stood, simply breathing each other in. A rumble sounded from his chest that sounded almost like a cat's purr and you smiled, leaning up slightly so that your lips nearly brushed, his hand stroking your cheek and the other wrapping around your waist while your arms came up to snake around the back of his neck.

"I love you, Y/N." he spoke, his voice quiet as if he was trying not to disturb the peaceful moment. You grinned, breath catching in your throat as euphoria flooded through you, as if the stars had personally graced you with their brilliant, bright light. "I love you too." you spoke, keeping your own voice down and your eyes closed gently, a jolt running up your spine as he nuzzled his nose against yours, moving so that his lips barely trailed across your cheekbones and your jaw before moving up to press a little kiss against each of your eyelids and then your forehead, and then finally, moved back down so that his lips were right in front of yours, but made no move to press them against yours. Instead, you heard a gentle hum as he pulled you even closer, your legs now able to wrap around his waist comfortably, and then finally, his soft, soothing voice carried through every part of your soul with one simple request, "Kiss me."

And you did.

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The next day, Hyunwoo listened with a soft smile as you told Hoseok about what happened, the other boy nodding along whenever he felt it necessary, eyes wide and lips open, completely absorbed in your story. His chest warmed as he heard what you said, placing the last dish on the drying rack for the night and reaching out for a towel.

"He touched me and it felt as if the stars were dancing across my skin."

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ddaengyoonmin · 4 years

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Faerie Realm 13.5

Pairing: Ot7xReader; currently mainly Jungkook x reader with past Jimin x reader and future other members. ;)

Genre: fluff, angst, smut(In previous and later chapters)

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Warnings; Drunken bar argument with threats and mentions of killing.

Word count: 1.2k

Taglist: (I definitely think I missed some of you and some usernames were changed from my last list😭 so im sorry if this is all wrong lol. I am doing away with taglists for the most part but ill keep on for faerie realm if anyone wanted to be tagged let me know) : @taekookandyoongi @life-anime-food @i-like-puppy-mg @seesawsmin-flower @karissassirak @btsvisuals @vynia

A/N: Okay it's been months but Faerie Realm is back y'all! So let me explain myself. Faerie Realm is my baby, and this series is FAR from done. But, I got stumped, really bad lol The way I ended the last chapter I honestly didn’t have a plan on where to go to transition to what I wanted to happen next, and I didn’t totally know what to do for the boss fight scene. So, I hope we aren’t mad about this but there is a time jump happening.

This chapter is called 13.5 because I wanted to have an explanation of what went on in our characters lives during the months that pass between chapter 13 and 14.

Thank you to those who still send asks about Faerie Realm, and to the new readers who I see binging through the series in my notifications. I love you all and appreciate you patiently waiting for this update of my ridiculous fic I love so much.

The boss battle had gone smoothly, without a hitch. Yoongi and Namjoon’s fire attacks were extra effective against the type of creature that was in the cave, and many other groups had joined in to take it down.

You and Hoseok were thanked and rewarded by quite a few of the other groups for your healing you’d done for their team during the attack. Though you insisted you didn’t need to be compensated you both wound up with quite a lot more gold in your inventory than you’d started with.

You didn’t feel like you needed to be rewarded though. You did heal quite a few people from other teams,but there were quite a few times where you knew you could’ve been healing another team’s member, yet, you were too scared to take both your hands away from Jungkook. Memories of the attack in the woods where you’d almost lost him running through your mind.

After defeating the boss, a giant glowing blue portal with white flecks swirling around in circles like dye dropped into water appeared. It sat in the back of the cave where the boss had spawned.

The first team to go through wasn’t your own. Jungkook had held your team back, skeptical of the newly spawned portal, saying it wouldn’t hurt to let someone else test it out first.

Almost instantly the guinea pig team as you’d all called them, a group of all Fire Fairies, returned back the way they came. They gave it the all clear, and upon realizing this really was the portal to level 2 the surviving players of Faerie Realm started to pour in to the next floor.

There were those players who chose to stay back in the starting village, not many but a few. It was mostly those who had been too scared to leave it in the first place.

A lot of people made fun of them and many whispers and harsh words were passed around by the other players.

“Why should we be out here risking our lives for players that aren’t going to even help.”

“You know this game has limited resources right? Certain things don’t respawn and yet here we are sending food back to the main town.”

That sentiment tied in to an even darker one floating around the groups.

“We should just kill the players not helping out. All they are doing is being lazy, and taking resources we need to live.”

Upon hearing that spoken in a bar on floor two Jungkook had stood up on his table, well drunk, but speaking clearly.

“Say that again.” He growled, now looking down at the group of Sylphs that had been drunkenly muttering those words far too loud.

The tallest of the men turned around to Jungkook, staring up at him unphased.

“I said, we should get rid of all the leeches in Main Town, who sit around on their ass all day while *we* get our ass’s kicked down into the red to get us all out of here.”

Jungkook paused for a moment.

“You think that they wouldn’t help if they could?” He asked, “You don’t think that they wish they were out here helping. Some of those people back there have never played an MMO in their life let alone even picked up a video game, and you expect them to be out here doing what you’re doing?” Jungkook hissed.

“Ah bullshit, we all know your girl started out as a first time player, word gets around. I don’t see any excuses for them not just putting in the effort like she did.” The green haired man rolled his eyes.

Jungkook now jumped down from the table, you had gasped for a second thinking in his drunkenness he’d fall but he landed smoothly in front of the man, their chests now almost touching.

“You think just cuz one exception happens that means anyone can just do it huh? That everyone has the resources and opportunities and people to coach them through the game? 90% of those people back in Main would die the instant they stepped foot out of the safe zone. Those are people’s families. People’s moms who decided to pick up the game to try out before giving it to their kid for their birthday. So fuck you. I’ll fight to get them out of this game. I’ll fight to get us all out of this game. If you’re just doing this for yourself you might as well just fly into a dragon's mouth and get fucked…”

“Ohhhh kay.” Taehyung was now pulling Jungkook away from the fuming sylph who was now turning beet red and pursing his lips together so tightly you thought he’d pull a muscle.

You were proud of Jungkook though, his attitude had greatly changed from when this all had first gone down. He’d gotten less selfish, more caring, he was a hero in this game.

You on the other hand found yourself turning opposite. The longer you stayed in this game, the more you cared just about you and your team getting out of this alive than anything else.

It wasn’t easy knowing how to feel. You certainly wouldn’t go around talking about killing the townspeople of main though. Some people in this game were just vile, not far off from the real world.

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In the months after the boss battle that led your team to floor two, you’d grown close with all of the boys. Your newest additions Yoongi and Hoseok had stuck around the whole time and there was no doubt this was your permanent group.

You and Hoseok had especially grown close, being that the two of you shared the rare trait of being a water fairy you’d often get grouped together when doing raids so that you could use a series of double team healing spell moves that you’d come up with together.

He was honestly becoming your best friend.

Things with Jungkook had stayed the same, you loved him, and he loved you.

Jimin and you still kept each other at an awkward distance, but the months spent every day together had certainly healed much of the strain between the two of you.

Though Jungkook never quite fully got on board with being fond of Jimin, he was kinder to him and things had been civil.

Namjoon and Yoongi became quick friends over similar reasons to you and Hoseok, a shared set of skills made for some great bonding moments.

Jin you’d gotten to know better, realizing there was an extremely funny and entertaining man under the fear that he’d had for so long was one of the highlights of your time here.

Growing closer to all of them was such an odd gift you’d gotten through this life or death game.

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--(Snippet from chapter 14 :D)

“Y/n?” Taehyung called out from behind the almost unreal blue veil of water separating the two of you.

“I’m still here…” You spoke quietly. Not quite sure how to respond to his confession. “I just don't know what to say. Jungkook is…”

“I know.” He cut you off.

You couldn’t see him well, you wanted to just push through the water and run over to him, shake him, ask him why the hell he thought it was okay to say this to you now.

“I just thought you should know.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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I thought they deserved a little light fun for their trouble.

Part 15: Excursion

When you come to.. you can feel his presence next to you. Every languid movement of his rough fingertips sliding and dancing meticulously over the skin of your back, over soft hills and along the creases of valleys of the small rolls of your sides.. it all seems wonderfully endless like Nirvana is a place reached through portals embedded in his touch. It’s so expansive there’s no room to feel anything else because then you’d have to come down.. and you would rather stay in heaven. His fingers work overtime never ceasing, lightly exploring the land that is your body as you lay still with eyes closed, melded with the soft pillow, half awake. Awake enough to feel his soft flower petal soft lips press into your cheek repeatedly.. healing caresses.

“You look so peaceful.” The soft whisper is barely audible but you hear him and feel his breath lightly at your ear, those lips ghosting ever so subtly over your lobe before trailing in a whisper-soft line from your jaw to your shoulder. “Hello, beautiful.” The smile in his voice makes you warm and you fight the muscles in your face to stay neutral. “I saw that,” he chuckles referring to the slight twitch of your cheek. “You’re not sleep.” You can feel the light rush of air from his words on your skin. You whine not wanting to leave your cloud. His palm rubbing your right buttcheek in soothing circles threatens to put you right back to sleep until he grips both cheeks and spreads them exposing your center to the air. The bed moves and the cool air is eclipsed by his finger sliding through your lower lips and then the slick feel of his tongue.

“Turn for me,” he whispers putting a hand on your side and encouraging your motion as you roll onto your back. It’s amazing he didn’t yank or toss you as much as he’d manhandled you, you smirk. “What’s so funny?” He smiles and you shake your head.

“I was just thinking about how gentle you’re being. You’re never gentle like this.”

“You wouldn’t know.. We’ve had sex one time…”

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“That was more than once,” she scoffed causing Erik to bury his face in her neck to be close again. There was something about the proximity. He loved being able to reach out and touch, feel, and caress someone. It gave him the intimacy he so often lacked being who he was in the life he was in. There wasn’t much room for this.. soft shit. There wasn’t much room for anything deeper than a quick session and he wasn’t really touching like this. He was groping, pulling, and shoving. Typically, that was perfectly fine and even preferable.. but in moments like these, he remembered how good it felt.. How normal.. Slow and simple touch.

“I count that as one time,” he whispered. Despite the number of rounds, if they’d kept going it was always one time. He must’ve tickled her with his beard or something because she tucked her chin.

She was more relaxed than Erik had ever seen her. Her breathing was even as she lied still, her lazy smile liberated from her daily insecurity and apprehension. Her body held no tension. It was a rare and welcome moment where no anxiety seemed to hassle her. Her mind seemed clear and her pretty brown skin had a natural glow marked with small bruises from his tight grasp and his bite. The bruises were of her neck, titties, thighs, and waist though they were faint. The combination of elements to create the masterpiece he was currently appraising brought him pride like he hadn’t felt in a while since dealing with his subs. He’d done this. His touch, his words, his dick.. they had brought the most peaceful version of her to the forefront, a visible change. This was her at her most beautiful. Her body moved naturally with no hesitation, breathing in and out easily. He smiled at her humored expression as she laid still on her back and analyzed him, not even focused on the fact that she’d thoughtlessly lifted her leg allowing him to settle between her fleshy thighs.

Her mound was still heated as he covered her entire pussy with his mouth in a passionate lock, his tongue sweeping her lips as if it were her mouth and tongue dancing with his. His tongue flattened on the underside of her clit and he drew it into his mouth, closing his eyes and drifting to a different zone, absentmindedly sucking and flicking as he sighed in contentment. Y/N’s sharp grip on his locs at the root pulled him back to reality and he heard her soft moans growing increasingly more strained. She was close. He continued even when she came, collecting the sloppy prize he’d worked for on his tongue even as she pushed at his head and shoulders. Stop? Now? Stopping now would be like ordering and waiting on the food and leaving when it finally came to the table. That would be a wasted trip. This was the part of sex where she’d realize that no other nigga would ever make her feel like this and that he couldn’t be replaced. This was the point where all of his subs got addicted. It wasn’t necessarily just the dick, though his stick was magic. It was his immaculate tongue game because he ate for her pleasure as well as his own. He put his forearms over her thighs and under her kneecaps, locking his hands over her pelvis freezing her in position so she couldn’t run. He watched her struggle as he continued to feast, humored by her attempts to flee as she came again, heaving. He was having fun and she wouldn’t take that from him.

When he was good and ready, he released her and her body melted back into the bed like a marionette doll with its strings released. She looked surprised but resigned when he hopped up lining himself up at her entrance, unable to gather the strength or momentum to stop him. He could see in her already sated face that she didn’t expect to get dick too.. again.

“Clenching already,” he mused lowering his chest to hers, rocking into her so that the mattress bounced and shook. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her jaw whispering in her ear as she replied breathlessly in his.

“This pussy wet as hell.. Who got your pussy this wet?”

“You, daddy.”

“Yeah? Say that shit again.. You like when daddy fuck you like this baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Say you like this fat dick up in that pussy.”

His dick twitched in her when she repeated him and he had her say it over and over. He knew she had to have felt it, her power.

“You sound so fuckin good.. You finna cum? Say my name when you cum.”

“Eriiiiikk,” she gasped like a prayer rocking under his weight. That was it, he knew it was either pull out or prepare for children neither of them were ready for. He pulled out, releasing a large load on her stomach watching as some of it pooled in her bellybutton and some slid down a crease in her side. Damn.

As he sat catching his breath, he looked over the room and back to Y/N once more. She was at peace yeah, but if she was anything like him.. and he knew she was.. she was starving and probably a little bit weak after exerting all that energy.

“Aight so, I like laying up with you and shit woopdeewoo, but a nigga need nutrition, you feel me? I gotta eat something other than pussy or my whole mood finna be fucked up and don’t none of us want that.”

“Pick my outfit,” she sighed stalling for more time in bed to collect herself.

—

Tugging your afro back out and into place after leaning on the seat in the uber next to Erik who tried to suffocate you the entire ride with his mild scent of delicious spice.. you clack down the sidewalk with your black red bottom heels and mid-thigh length kimono style red dress while Erik strides next to you in a red long sleeved shirt that looks like it's made of a soft material. It clings to the defined cuts of his body mapping out his pecs and broad shoulders in a way that looks effortless. He wears a gold Rolex and his gold-rimmed glasses sit on his nose as he looks ahead not even trying to be the model that he is. His hair is tamed today, molded over to the side and his black pants look tailored because they fit his long legs perfectly. His black loafers are like new.

"What you looking at," he asks suddenly, eyes still forward. You could bite him he looks smells so yummy.

"You. You clean up nice," you tease.

"Was that a compliment? Damn, I fucked you real good," he gapes causing you to stop walking, the clacking on the sidewalk ceased. He turns, to face you with a smirk like you're tripping.

"See, you do too much that's why I don't say anything. You get the big head."

"Come kiss me," his fingers curl beckoning.

"No," you pout stepping around him feeling him pull you back.

"Yes."

Yes, your mind agrees. But your stubborn mouth says, "No," and your stubborn feet walk off.

"Such a brat," he chuckles beside you again. "How you compliment me and get mad?"

"Erik ain't nobody messing with y--Dude.. It's so freaking tall," you gape coming to a stop to look up at the Reunion Tower standing creme white in the midst of shorter buildings which are also tall. You've only just noticed it somehow. It looks like something that would be in a theme park, like the Drop Zone. You can see the little windows at the top.

"561 feet. The 15th tallest building in Dallas. We can go see the 1st too if you want.. I never asked if you were afraid of heights," he says and you can see him eyeing you from the corner of your eye. "You nervous?"

"It's a good nervous, I'm excited." Bouncing with anxious energy, you forge ahead watching the building get taller the closer you stand.

"Two day and night tickets," Erik says pulling his wallet. The dim lighting with the bright blue lights on the walls remind you of an aquarium the way it's artfully done, cool and blue with an air of fun. It's a creative space, very cozy. Suddenly it doesn't feel like you're casually hanging out anymore. It feels like an honest to God date.

"This looks so cool," you whisper looking around. "What's that green light for?"

"Green screen," a lady with a vest and nametag smiles. "Would you like a picture?"

"Ye-"

"No, but thank you," Erik interrupts.

"Erik, come up a bit you're not camera shy. I know you're not. As pretty as you think you are?"

"Nah. We can take pictures I just rather we do it ourselves so that we have control over where it goes and how it's used."

"Erik.. it's one picture. Come on," you prod. It's not the money and it's not his looks. What other reason would there be for not taking a picture with you right now? "Is it me?"

"Why would it--" he narrows his eyes and drops his head looking irritated before shaking his head in relent. "Aight. Fine. Let's take the damn picture."

"Attitude?" He needs to check it. A photo shouldn't frustrate him so much. It's just a photo. You step closer and he puts his arm around your waist. "Can you smile?" He smiles and you look to the camera to smile getting the shot. "So where do we pick up the picture?"

"We'll print it and then it'll be available for purchase but it'll take a few minutes."

"We'll wait," you say walking to appreciate the walls lit blue and white in patterns. "Don't the white lights kind of look like fireflies?"

"Fireflies... I can see why you'd say that," he mumbles from behind. Probably still salty about the picture. "Hey."

"What," you say turning around noticing the phone held up in his hand. "Really nigga? Delete it. You got me off guard, it probably looks crazy. The corners of his lips turn up as he continues watching his phone screen. "You still taking pictures. I see your thumb. Stop, wait! You try to pose on the spot and he keeps snapping as you move to a different pose, touching the wall. He changes angles, squatting. "Get my good side," you instruct tilting your head down and to the left.

"All your sides are good sides," he says dryly before standing and flipping through the shots he'd taken. When he looks up your phone is in your hand aimed at him and you already have two similar looking photos of him standing there looking delicious, flipping through his gallery. One corner of his mouth lifts mischievously and you capture that too. He grins wide like a toddler and you snap three pictures of that watching him come back with his camera on you. "Aight, Goofy, go check on the picture."

You go to pick it up and it's you two in front of the building like a post card only they fit the entire building and some background into the photo. It's great quality and the way Erik holds you close to himself you look like a real couple. He pulls it from your fingertips to look it over.

"We do look good," he says staring at it before handing it back. "Let's go look around some more."

Walking alongside Erik, you walk through a square-panneled hall lit a reddish orange. It's like you're on your way into a 90s dance club or a rave. At the end is an elevator and another lady in a vest. This time she's black and when you enter the elevator it's kind of dark and blue.

"Oh my God," you pant excitedly making out Erik's blue grin as the woman in the vest walks in behind you and presses a button that dings. The doors close.

"So welcome to the reunion tower one! My name's LeAsia I'm your elevator ambassador for this afternoon and to our rear, this is the Eastside of Dallas. Our first view." Natural light floods the elevator through the window and you see treetops and buildings along with a whole lot of big blue sky. It looks like a post card. "It gets better the higher we go." The higher the elevator goes, the more expansive the view becomes as the image disappears and reappears with the passing of each floor marker. 16 seconds is all it takes to get up since the elevator is moving so quickly. The elevator ambassador mentioned the exact speed, but you forgot it as soon as she said it. "When we reach the geo deck we will be 150 meters above ground. You can see everything within a 35 mile radius." Now THIS view is beautiful.

"Cool," you blurt watching more land come into view. Erik's quiet chuckle has you glancing over and he's watching you.

"You guys are so cute," the ambassador whispers and you smile at her before looking back to the scenery. The elevator door opens. "Here we go," she says and when you step out there's holographic wallpaper and a buttload of people, but it's not so crowded that you can't move about freely. Stepping around the groups, you head to the long row of floor to ceiling windows.

"You can actually go outside," you point pulling Erik by the hand as you lead him to the doors where the wind blows loudly. There are little telescopes or whatever you call them that let you zoom in when looking at different buildings. "This is amazing," you grin standing to look out over the city as your fro blows about. His locs get flung around a bit too and you try not to laugh because you know yours is windblown as well. The sun looks like it's across from you and a train goes by underneath you in a slow crawl. It looks like a toy.

"Let me look," Erik says taking control of the scope. He looks to be enjoying it as much as you. When you're both done on the deck, you go back inside and look around some more, exploring before deciding lunch has been delayed long enough. You still hadn't eaten and his stomach had reminded you both of that fact.

"In here," he says walking into a place called Cloud 9. "Shit, all these fuckin old ass colonizers this shit look like a Cracker Barrel."

"But that view though!" The view was to die for, glass all around. You didn't mind the old white people, you just wanted to sit there and look out of the large windows. You were both seated and the food didn't take too long thankfully and it wasn't bad at all. As a matter of fact you were surprised by the presentation.

"You gonna eat that,” Erik asks pointing to the cocktail shrimps left over from your appetizer, taking them before you can answer, he takes one plopping it in his big mouth as you gape at him watching him chew obnoxiously.

“You could’ve waited and I would’ve told you that I did plan to finish it I’ve just been caught up with this entree.”

“That’s obviously why I didn’t wait,” he says eating another. Nodding, the petty side of you kicks in and you pretend to go for another forkful of your chicken before stabbing into his New York strip steak with your knife. His eyes bulge as you slide it to the edge of his plate before he blocks you, pulling on your hand along with your fork and angrily shoving both to your side of the table.

“WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU,” he snaps quietly looking disgusted. You’re taken aback, but press forward masking your mild discomfort. He ain’t have to get that mad.

“I want a piece..,” you murmur. Your fork waits for the next drop in his defenses.

“No. You know I hate sharing food that’s why you got your own, you should’ve ordered the steak if that’s what you wanted.”

“But I didn’t want the whole steak, I just wanted to try it and now that I see how it looks I just want a bite..” He fights your fork again.

“No. Hell no.” He continues to smack, his eyes on his plate and head shaking like he’s still offended you’d even dare try something like that. It’s annoying, his reaction, but you’re not mad. This is a perfect opportunity to try out the new card he’s given you to play. It hasn’t been lost on you, his tendency to melt over a single word.

“Hmmm,” you pout feeling semi-foolish. “Please daddy?” His chew slows as he makes eye contact, his expression dull. You wait to see how he’ll respond.

“…No,” he blurts returning to his food, but the fact that his response has softened has you itching to try it again.

“Pleeeease daddy? Just a piece?”

He blows an irritated breath through his mouth as he looks from his plate, off to the side through the window, and back up to your eyes. Rolling his eyes he cuts a bite-sized piece and plops it on your plate bringing a grin to your face that he ignores shaking his head and returning to his food.

“Can I have a sip of your drink,” you cheese watching him.

“Y/N… Don’t push it,” he warns with a stern look to say you're too transparent.

“Please daddy, just a tiny sip,” you push pouting innocently and pinching the air. Stabbing the bite of steak he gave up, you put it in your mouth. It’s tender. He continues to ignore you. That won’t do. You wave a hand in front of his face drawing his wild eyes. He looks irritated.

“…Don’t do that shit,” he sneers returning to his food with an eyeroll. Touchy… It seems there are limits to his generosity even with the password and you back off, not wanting to wake the beast. You'd both been having so much fun. Suddenly he sits back in his seat and smirks. “You so fuckin scaryy… I think you get anxious when you see certain facial expressions. I noticed that when we had sex, you bitch up a lot when someone’s facial expression is aggressive. What you think I'm finna do to you? Seriously. Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles noting your sudden irritation.

"Oh you like to play," you nod going back to your food. "That's okay."

“What your short ass finna do, dwarf? You telling me you got hands? …Huh?" He kicks your foot under the table and you jump giving him the evil eye.

"Stopp."

"You got hands, lil one? Can you fight? If a bitch touch you right now, you ready?"

"What?"

"Nah, you a runner. You sprint from bitches. You sprint from niggas. You sprint from the dick. You damn near FloJo when it come to conflict. Usain Bolt on that ass.”

"I don't have to suffer these fallacies and fairy tales." You start to get up from the table and walk away from him and his patronizing conversation but change your mind because it would only bring him joy proving his point. Instead, you sip your lemonade and look out of the window. No he didn't say Usain Bolt. “You’re irritating as hell.” His head cocks to the side with those damned judging eyes and you kiss your teeth.

“Aww,” he teases, his lower lip hanging in a pout. “Babygirl mad?… Grow up. Conflict will always be there. We're gonna grow you up today. That's what we're gonna do."

"Grow me what," you scoff drawing back.

"A spine."

"No thanks, I have one."

"Then why you drinking lemonade when you asked for tea?"

".....Shut up. I like lemonade too, so I didn't really mind."

"That's not the point. Direct that energy to the waiter and ask for a sweet tea."

---

Erik watched as she looked at the waiter, raising her hand halfway and lowering it awkwardly when he turned to another table not seeing her. It was so sad. She put her finger up again and he looked pass her not even seeing her and turning around. She put her finger back down looking awkwardly to Erik who stared her down in disappointment. He raised his brow. Was that it?

"You're in Texas... If you you wild out one time, who is gonna know? Do something." She seemed to understand reading his mind and she stood to follow the waiter. He turned when she reached him and Erik saw their mouths moving. The waiter nodded and she smiled before making her way back to the table.

"He said he'll bring me a sweet tea, it was a mixup," she smiled again fidgeting and adjusting her dress.

"Put your hands flat on the table," he ordered and confused, she obeyed. Her eyes were wide in question, but he waited until she calmed down. "You look beautiful. And you did okay, I'll give you a C+. Now eat your food." She paused before deciding to pick up her fork again and this time she didn't fidget.

"Where to," he asked when they were out on the sidewalk walking aimlessly. He didn't really care where they went. He was at peace just walking, but he knew she wouldn't last in those heels all day.

"Let's go to the tallest building," she smiled suddenly.

"We can do that.. it's a bank though," he chuckled as she frowned. He pulled out his phone. "Okay how about.. Hm. You've been shopping already. We ate. You wanna hit up the amusement park?"

"YES," she yelled pulling out her phone with a quickness to pull up the uber app on her phone.

"Well damn. I would've taken you to one before if I knew you'd get this excited."

She grinned in response. The trip wasn't bad and the park had just opened. She wanted to do everything, pulling him everywhere. First, he had to stop in a shop and buy her some sandals she could walk in, letting her carry her heels in the plastic bag the sandals came in.

"Oh my God," she groaned, "God bless flip flops."

"I wish God would bless them dogs attached to your ankles," he mumbled just to mess with her. In actuality, he wasn't even paying attention to them Ruff Ryder's.

"My feet are done, don't you ever in your life come for me," she pointed gripping him up aggressively by front of his shirt. She ain't mean to, but she was turning him on.

"I'm sorry, don't hurt me," he pleaded shrinking up. He laughed till his stomach hurt when she unleashed smacking his arm repeatedly like she could possibly hurt him. "Aw shit," he breathed between cackles. She hit him once more, mad that she couldn't do damage and he wiped the tears from his eye. He caught her hand, wrapping her up in and embrace when she tried again, redirecting her to a ride. "Look at the person bungee jumping," he pointed using her hand. She was easily distracted. "You wanna jump," he asked suddenly wondering how much she weighed. These things always had weight limits. This was something he didn't usually need to think about with his other subs because they were built differently, but for her safety now he had to ask. "How much do you weigh?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. That wasn't a good enough answer and he didn't want her to be embarrassed if she exceeded the weight limit. He looked around wondering what they could actually do. That's when he saw the Skycoaster.

"Come on." He pulled her toward the ride and when their turn came, instead of risking riding in the same sling, he decided to go first as a Guinea pig and demonstration since he carried some weight as well. He was secured over a sling-shot like peice of equipment and laying on his belly with his limbs free when it pulled him back further and further and further. Higher and higher into the air. Based on the trajectory, he knew he'd take off. Further and further back he was dragged as Y/N watched him from afar. They were really building the anticipation. He could feel the wind as he was high up. Higher still. And then he bounced dangling in the air as if he'd reached the end. Suddenly he dropped and while his adrenaline raced, he felt like he was soaring. He shot forward before the tension pulled him back and we swung back and forth dangling and twisting this way and that in the air. He could hear Y/N scream and it tickled him. He could imagine how she'd scream when it was her turn.

Finally he danced back and forth close to the ground at a distance and pace where he could be freed.

"Your turn little one," he smirked watching as she was secured, her face now nervous. He held her bag of shoes and her flip flops. "Breathe," he reminded her, breathing in and out visibly to direct her. "It's fun. It's like flying," he grinned watching her wide eyes on him as she was pulled back further and higher. "RELAX," he yelled chuckling with the ride operator.

"AHHHHHHHSSJKLHG," she screamed as she was dropped. He almost pissed himself from laughing as she screeched, thrown back and forth. She finally calmed down when she realized it was almost over and she was closer to the ground, moving slower. He watched her try to act like she wasn't just screaming bloody murder as his eyes creased with tears. "Shut up," she huffed walking up, her equilibrium thrown off. He couldn't help it. He had to get one last hard laugh in as he turned away so she couldn't see his face. She still heard him and hit him again. "It's not funny," she frowned.

"The way you screamed gibberish like that, baby, it was hilarious." She'd stormed off but she was still barefoot which didn't help a nigga trying not to laugh. "I got your shoes," he called after her, his voice cracking with the laugh he'd tried to smother.

"Leave me alone," she yelled. She wasn't mad, just mildly embarrassed and trying to move away from the ride as quickly as possible. He decided to humor her. This was fun.

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