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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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evie 🥺🥺🥺 i definitely wrote that bit from experience lmaoooo. speaking personally as a hyper-independent bitch i feel like it can be so hard to let someone take care of you - and then so sweet once you finally do 🫠 i'm so glad you enjoyed this soft lil story. thank you for reading and sharing your feelings with me!! 💜

it's sweet (explicit)

genre: a fluffy lil sickfic

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you forgot to call out sick from your dick appointment, but he stays anyway.

word count: 4.3k

contains: no smut just fluff????? new year new me 😎 but as this is fuckbuddies to maybe-lovers and there are certainly a few references in here to sex, because of who i am as a person, it's enough that i'm tagging it explicit anyway lmao. but this is all fluff! reader has the flu, tae is a sweet sweet boi and takes care of her, it's all a bit sappy~ 🤧

A/N: happy new year!!! and a very happy belated birthday to my capricorn prince 💜 this soft little idea got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let go, and i had a lot more fun writing it than expected. plus i feel like i only wrote tae as a menace in 2022 (sorry to tae 👹) so i had to right my wrongs with this one lmao. it was a nice interlude before i jump into LDOMLT ch11 (the final chapter 😭) - i hope you all enjoy and that your 2023s are off to a pleasant start!!!

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You genuinely enjoy being single.

With your last relationship officially in the trash, you’ve found yourself settled into a comfortable peace. There’s no man in your life to mess up your plans, to force you to have to compromise or share anything, to suck up your energy and domestic labor like some kind of emotional vampire. You can do what you want, whenever you want, and you have a reliable rotation of both sex toys and fuckbuddies to keep you physically satisfied when the need arises.

Being single, you have come to learn, is fucking great.

Except when you get sick.

A knock at your apartment door drags you out of your DayQuil-induced slumber. You move to sit up with a sniffle before letting yourself drop back into your veritable nest of blankets on the couch, struck with the immediate recollection: it’s just the food you ordered. You’d specifically put in a request that they leave it at the door, but maybe the delivery person is just being nice and letting you know it’s there.

Except then they knock again.

And ring the doorbell.

“Jesus,” you groan to yourself, aggressively enough that you’re nearly sent into a fresh coughing fit, but you manage to choke down the spasm in your lungs as you drag yourself to standing. You cross the short distance from your couch to the front door, sure you look like death warmed over, and swing the door open.

At first, you’re certain it’s the DayQuil fucking with you.

“Taehyung?”

The corner of his mouth pulls up as he blinks sweetly at you, expressive almond eyes peeking out beneath untidy dark hair— extra fluffy today, like he’s just washed it and waltzed out of the house without any styling. His clothes tell the same story, a plain gray hoodie and joggers, creased a little like he’d just pulled them off his bedroom floor, though everything looks fresh off the runway on him.

As your eyes trail down his frame, you take in the container of ramen you ordered, held easily in one of his large hands, his long fingers hooking over the side.

His presence is typically a welcome one, particularly on Friday nights like tonight, but those are circumstances where you tend to be a little more… put together. So why is he here tonight?

“When did you start working for D—”

The food delivery service name dies on your tongue as your thoughts finally catch up with your mouth. He’s here tonight because it’s Friday, and this is what you do on Fridays. He’s here because you didn’t cancel. You’d had the thought in a drowsy half-awake state between naps, then had promptly rolled over and pressed your face into the pillow, telling yourself you’d remember to text Taehyung when you woke up.

Which of course, you did not. And so here he is, having clearly intercepted your delivery. And, it now occurs to you, having to witness how absolutely godawful you must look in your stained sweatpants, your hair surely a mess from a day spent napping on the couch.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter, quickly crossing your arms over your baggy t-shirt, suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. Why that matters when you’re standing in front of a man who regularly leaves hickeys all over your tits, you’re not sure, but in this moment it somehow feels like it does.

“Tae,” you take a step back, trying to keep him out of your germ radius. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you. I’m super sick, I think it’s the flu. You should go.”

He frowns a little, his eyes jumping from you down to the takeout container in his hands. “This is like, barely warm.”

That makes you smile a little despite yourself. A very Taehyung greeting.

“Yeah, well.” You roll your eyes. “I pay twice as much so it can take an hour and be cold by the time it gets here. Makes sense, right?”

His dazzling smile at your sarcastic remark only heightens your own self-consciousness, and you quickly extend a hand for the container.

“Sorry to make you come all this way. Hopefully next week I’ll be back to normal.”

Taehyung nods, yet makes no move to hand over the soup he’s currently holding hostage. “You should rest. Let me heat it up for you.”

You can’t help but wonder what he expects to happen when he crosses the threshold, and that makes you heave a sigh, then quickly bury the cough that chases after it into the crook of your elbow.

Thankfully your voice doesn’t give out when you manage to answer him. “I’m serious, Tae. I’m not—” you pause, considering how to phrase it: desperate to be railed? “—you know, the way I usually am on Fridays. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight. Except maybe you’ll get sick.”

He shrugs, like there are worse things. “I get it. But you shouldn’t be alone.”

At least he’s been sufficiently warned, you think to yourself, and then you relent, leaving the front door of your apartment swung wide as you step back across the living room to promptly collapse onto the couch again. You bury your face in the blankets with a muffled groan as you hear Taehyung shut the door behind him, then make his way into the kitchen.

As is typical with any man that enters your kitchen, you expect to have to walk Taehyung step-by-step through how to do everything. But, to your surprise, he asks no questions: he seems to find a good-sized pot and figure out how to work the stove all on his own, and you can hear him humming softly to himself as he goes.

Truly a credit to the male species, you think to yourself with a bitter laugh.

You collapse back against the cushions, a little too aware of the fuckbuddy in your kitchen to be able to drift off to sleep entirely. Nevertheless, you still find yourself slipping into a haze, your eyes dropping shut just to snap open again at the tap of a bowl being set down on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes widen as you sit up and stare down at your ramen, only to find two halves of a soft-boiled egg staring back up at you. You’d ordered from your favorite place in the city, which is easily the best ramen you’ve had in your life, but you know those fuckers charge extra for an egg. Which is why your cheap ass never orders one.

But here one is. So that means…

Taehyung drops down onto the couch next to you before you can even finish compiling the thought in your brain, but he must be able to read the look on your face. “Oh, do you not like eggs?”

“I— no,” you answer quickly. “I mean yes. I mean, I like them, I just… Thank you.”

You glance up in time to see him shrug, his mouth twisting a little, like he’s suddenly made shy by his own kindness. “Gotta get your protein in,” he offers casually, and you laugh over the steam rising up from your bowl.

He keeps a tentative cushion’s distance away from you, but you can feel his eyes watching as you take your first sip of the rich, warm broth. While you slurp it down, you tell yourself not to get greedy with Taehyung’s time: you expect this will be it, that with his act of kindness done for the day, he’ll get to his feet and be on his way. As soon as your front door slams shut behind him, he’ll probably be pulling up his text messages with one of the many other options that must be available to him.

You try to ignore the way that thought makes your stomach twist, to just eat your damn soup and not think about it. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But to your surprise, Taehyung leans forward and snatches the TV remote off your coffee table with a triumphant sigh before slumping back against the couch, like he’s settling in. “Do you wanna watch something?”

You shake your head as you take another sip before answering. “You really don’t have to stay, Tae. I can appreciate that I’m not a lot of fun to be around tonight. And obviously you didn’t come here to watch me eat ramen.”

Already starting to scroll through your streaming services, Taehyung runs his free hand through his hair with a knowing, slightly horny smile. “Depends on what you mean by eat ramen.”

You nearly choke on a noodle, but he’s otherwise distracted, mouth dropping open a little as he clicks into one of the options.

“Oh, I know what we can watch.”

When he pulls up A Charlie Brown Christmas and promptly presses play, you can’t help smirking. “Christmas? You’re, what, five days late?”

Taehyung’s mouth opens again, like he’s going to say something, and then he just smiles that same self-conscious smile. “Ah, I just like the music.”

His long fingers splay out in front of him, miming along to the opening melody while he adopts the faux-cool expression of a jazz pianist. You hide a giggle in another sip of broth, and he quickly shrugs the impression off, crossing his arms over his chest as if to keep his limbs under control.

“And it’s cute,” he adds, voice halfway between shy and sentimental. “The little tree.”

It occurs to you now that you’ve never seen Taehyung so… your brain can’t find the right word. He’s just different tonight.

You nod as you slurp up a strand of noodles, and you can’t deny that he’s right as the movie plays on. It’s been years since you’ve seen it, not since you were a kid, but it’s just as enjoyable now, somehow timeless. You find yourself smiling softly as you finish your meal and settle back against the couch, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

All at once, Taehyung jumps up, and you watch dumbfounded as he silently scoops up your dishes and disappears off to the kitchen. When you hear the tap switch on, your jaw drops in sheer disbelief, and you sit up again, peeking over the back of the couch to get a glimpse of him: he’s pulled on the dishwashing gloves you keep tucked next to the sink and is making short work of not just the bowl and the pot, but the takeout container too, and your various other sick-person dishes you’d regrettably let pile up. Humming to himself along with Vince Guaraldi, like it’s something he does every day.

Your head spins as you drop back down against the cushion. What is happening? Did you take too much cold medicine?

That thought only reverberates louder in your brain when he returns, still humming the last few notes of the song. This time he chooses to settle in right beside you on the couch, as if entirely unconcerned about the contagious virus running rampant in your body— he just pulls you into his side, one arm wrapped over your shoulders, fingertips casually starting to play with the ends of your hair. Like it’s that easy.

You glance up at him, shaking your head a little, and Taehyung looks down to meet your gaze. “What?”

“This is just…” An incredulous laugh cuts off the end of your sentence. It’s hard to believe you’re looking at the same person. This can’t be the man who wraps his hand around your throat as he spits into your mouth, who will keep you in his bed for hours until you’re crying from overstimulation, who fucks you so good you can hardly walk the next day.

“I didn’t expect you to be like this,” you admit, pairing the words with a finger driven gently into Taehyung’s ribs. He squirms a little. “You’re… sweet.”

Taehyung’s lips part, and then he pauses, clearly considering how exactly to answer you. His mouth turns up soft at the corners, hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed to say what comes next. And then he says it. “You didn’t seem like you wanted sweet.”

The words settle over you, offered quietly in the low, rich tones of his voice, and as you keep gazing up at him, it strikes you: he’s not wrong. If he’d pulled this cozy domestic housewife act on you any earlier, on a normal Friday, you would’ve sent him packing without hesitation.

That thought makes you a little sad.

You tuck back in against Taehyung’s side, trying to refocus on the TV screen as you snuggle in under the blanket. Pressed close like this, you can feel the sturdy thud of his heartbeat in his chest, at a rhythm not dissimilar to yours.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” you breathe, and you swear you can hear him smile.

His touch lingers as the last few minutes of the movie play on: slipping from the ends of your hair to trace over the fabric of your shirt, then sliding further up to dip beneath the collar of it. The talented fingers you’ve become well-acquainted with work their magic in a new way, pressing firm circles into the muscles of your shoulders, muscles you didn’t realize were pinched so tight until he starts to work them open.

“Fuck,” you murmur, shifting a little to allow him better access as he continues. “That feels so good.” You can’t quite help the laugh that flutters out after your words; it’s certainly not the first time he’s made you say them.

There’s a small huff of breath from Taehyung beside you, and then his hand moves up to cup the back of your neck and give a gentle squeeze. It’s a comforting motion, and just arousing enough to make you sigh a note, your eyes briefly dropping shut. When they flutter open again, you realize the movie has ended, that he’s looking down at you, a knowing smirk toying at his lips.

“Don’t start,” you warn, unable to keep your voice entirely serious. “I meant what I said, I’m tapped out for the night.”

Taehyung raises his palms in the air, as if to claim his innocence, and you find yourself instantly missing the heat of his hand on your skin. “All I was thinking is that I kinda want dessert. Too tapped out for that?”

“I’ll never say no to dessert,” you admit with a soft smile. “I think I have ice cream in the freezer.”

Something glints in Taehyung’s eyes at your words. All at once he untangles himself from you and, rather than standing up and walking the long way around like a normal human, chooses instead to vault himself over the back of the couch, as if to get your freezer as fast as possible. You tip back against the cushions, momentarily overcome with laughter, and thankfully, it doesn’t trigger a cough attack.

After a second, you cocoon the blanket around yourself, then get up to follow after him, dropping unceremoniously down onto one of the barstools tucked on the far side of your kitchen island.

Taehyung glances up, clearly surprised, then continues trying drawers until he finds the silverware and retrieves two spoons.

“Just want to keep you company,” you say by way of explanation as he hands you one, and you reach down to pry off the lid of the pint of chocolate ice cream he’s set down on the counter. It’s only as you glance up again that you realize he’s grabbed something else, too, and is continuing to rummage through your cupboards. “Wait, what are you doing?”

There’s an innocent look on Taehyung’s face as he rights himself, the handle of a pan clutched in one hand. “I found something when I was looking for the ice cream. It’s my favorite. And I thought it might make you feel better, too.”

“Uh huh,” you intone, though your mouth is already starting to tick up, endeared. “A completely selfless act, I’m sure.”

“Of course it is,” he answers with an over-exaggerated wink, flipping the pan cooly in his grip. You squint at the bag as he thuds it down on the counter beside him, then sets the pan on the stove and flips on the burner beneath it.

Hotteok. You’d completely forgotten you’d even picked the bag of frozen sweet pancakes up a few weeks ago, that you had purposefully tucked them into the back of your fridge for a particularly good— or bad— day.

“Chef Kim,” you ask, feigning the tone of a journalist conducting an important interview as you fish your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants. “Can I interest you in some background music, or do you prefer to cook in absolute silence?”

Taehyung glances back over his shoulder at you, his grin nearly too big for his face. “How about Sinatra?”

You raise one eyebrow at the admittedly unexpected suggestion. “Frank or Nancy?”

He pauses for a moment, as if considering. “Either.”

It’s only a few taps, and then Come Fly With Me is floating out of your Bluetooth speaker, and Taehyung is singing along to himself as he drops a frozen disc onto the heated pan, occasionally turning back to deliver lines to you with an extended hand.

You roll your eyes as you drag your spoon through the top layer of softening ice cream, sucking it into your mouth in an attempt to hide the grin that’s spread over your face.

By the third song you find yourself humming along too, trying not to put too much strain on your still-weak throat. The kitchen has started to smell of sweet, toasted dough as Taehyung works diligently at the stove, and he finally flips the burner off before turning back to you, a plate in each hand and a thick pancake stacked atop each plate.

“Sous chef, will you please apply the ice cream?” he asks, eyes wide and blinking as he sets the dishes down.

Quickly playing along, you nod as you begin to scoop a healthy amount onto each plate. “Yes, chef!”

“And sous chef, do you, uh… have any chocolate sauce?”

You bite back a laugh as his roleplay falls apart as quickly as it began. “It’s in the fridge.”

Taehyung promptly turns and pulls the door open, eyes searching the shelves before he finally spots the dark brown bottle and lets out a triumphant hum. He nudges the fridge shut again with his hip before striding back toward you.

“Plating is key,” he muses. You answer with an appreciative nod and a giggle when he uncaps the sauce, then leans down close to the plates, feigning intense focus as he drizzles each dollop of ice cream with stripes of chocolate.

Once his artful design is complete, he steps back, his tongue toying at the corner of his mouth as he spins one plate to admire his handiwork.

“What do you think, chef?” you tease, and he nods once, decisive.

“It’s perfect.” He glances up, shooting you a grin that knocks the breath from your lungs, and you try to collect yourself as he nudges a plate toward you, encouraging you to take a bite.

You carve your spoon through the pastry, right down the middle where it’s stuffed full of sweet brown sugar syrup. The flaky layers pull apart at the impact, warm enough that you can see steam rising off of the golden dough. You pair a small piece of pancake with a wedge of ice cream on your spoon, then bring both into your mouth at once, and the contrasting mixtures linger on your tongue: hot and cold, sticky sugar chased by rich chocolate. It’s so good that you can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise as you press your hand to your mouth and chew.

“Do you want to know something?” Taehyung’s voice pulls your attention back, and you look up at him.

“What?”

“Today’s my birthday.”

There’s a split second where you wonder if this is another imagined scenario, and then your eyes widen as you take in the look on his face and realize he’s entirely serious.

“Wait, Taehyung, really?”

He nods once, bringing a spoonful of ice cream to his lips.

“I-I had no idea,” you stammer, suddenly feeling like an asshole. His birthday, and he’s here waiting on you hand and foot, while you haven’t so much as said a word of felicitations. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s waving away your apology with his spoon, then proceeding to answer around his bite of food. “It’s not like I expected you to know. I don’t really make a big deal of it.” He shrugs. “I tend to… I don't know. I get sort of melancholy this time of year. The holidays, my birthday. It’s a lot all at once. A lot of pressure. To be happy. To have everything figured out.”

Nodding slowly, you let his words fully wash over you before you respond. “I get that,” you finally murmur, working off another piece of hotteok. “Nobody ever talks about it, but I feel like birthdays are kinda weird as an adult. You have enough of them and it just starts to feel like a day, you know? Not special.”

“I usually find myself just hiding out, waiting for it to be over,” Taehyung admits.

You take a second to think back. “Yeah. I didn’t even do anything on my birthday this year.” A self-pitying laugh rises up before you can stop it. “Honestly, this whole year was such a flop. I’m glad it’s nearly done.”

Taehyung makes a face like he can’t disagree. “Hey, sometimes that’s life.” He pauses, brow furrowing slightly, then reaches a palm across the table. “Can I play a song?”

“Go ahead,” you offer, pushing your phone into his hand. You scrape your spoon along your dwindling dessert, and haven’t even managed to bring the assembled bite to your mouth before the music changes— from one Frank Sinatra song to another, this one with a driving blues rhythm.

Taehyung is already on his feet, hips starting to sway. “Ah, come on. You have to dance with me.”

He’s closed the distance between you before you can even protest, his hands smoothing across the blanket still wrapped over your shoulders.

“Let me take your coat, ma’am.”

You shift off the stool and onto your feet with a smile as he unwraps the blanket from around you and tosses it toward the back of the couch, missing by at least a foot.

“Why thank you,” you tease, feigning some kind of Transatlantic lilt to your voice that makes him really laugh. “Such a gentleman.”

Taehyung turns to face you again, and then you feel his large hand pressing to the small of your back, warm even through the fabric of your shirt, and your heart stutters a little. You take his other hand in yours and let him lead, let him pull you all the way in until you can turn your head and press your cheek to the firm plane of his chest.

Frank Sinatra croons on about how you can’t let life get you down, and suddenly there’s a weight settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I feel bad, Taehyung,” you admit, and when you glance up at him, he’s looking right back down at you. “That you’re here with me tonight.”

“Why?” he asks, like he really doesn’t know.

“Because,” you shake your head. “I don’t know. There’s a million better places you could be. I can’t even give you birthday sex.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to,” he answers simply, then leans back, guiding you under his arm for a spin.

A little giggle bubbles up in your chest, catches on the first syllable of your reply as you twirl. “A-are you sure?”

Taehyung nods, thoughtful, when you come back to center again. “This is a good reminder that… I like taking care of people. It’s been a while since anyone’s let me.” The hand holding yours gives a gentle squeeze, and you can’t help but squeeze back.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me,” you answer softly. “You did a good job. Pretty sure I’m on the mend already.” You blink up at him through your lashes, and the way his eyes are fixed on you makes your heart squeeze, too.

It’s nearly overwhelming, taking him in like this, close enough that you can see every stray beauty mark kissed over his handsome features. Fluffy-haired, big-dicked Kim Taehyung— who would’ve thought?

Taehyung’s adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and you feel a sudden rush of heat all over, one you don’t quite think you can blame on a fever. It hardly even occurs to you that the two of you have come to a complete standstill now, barefoot in the middle of your kitchen, Taehyung’s palm pressed to your back, the fingers of your joined hands now shifting to lace together.

“Taehyung,” you’re breathing his name before you even realize it. “Would you… want to stay here tonight? Like, sleep together, literally?”

The smile that flashes over his face is nothing short of brilliant. “Yeah, okay.”

Your voice dips a little lower, teasing, as you smile back. “I really do think I’m feeling better, so. Maybe in the morning I can take care of you, too.”

Taehyung’s fingers brush the length of your jaw, then reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue.

“I’ve got this spray that makes my throat totally numb, so.”

He pauses, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, but he can’t quite keep a straight face. “Fuck, why is that so sexy?”

You’re laughing against his lips when he kisses you.

#kkulfm-2 #fic review #it's sweet #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

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americanobts · 1 year ago

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@kkulfm-2 writes amazing stories (Regency Yoongi?!), is a great listener and lovely friend. And leaves the best, most detailed, thoughtful, incredible reviews. They are a treasure.

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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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Thank you, Evie! Taegi are one of my favorite pairings, so it was pretty easy to imagine how they’d turn the night around for reader 🥴💕

Teamwork | MYG & KTH

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: smut, holiday, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking pot, kissing, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, car sex, skirted Yoongi, stoner Taehyung

Word Count: 1.7K

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: It's supposed to be a New Year's Eve party, but your friends have turned it into an eligible bachelor contest. What are you supposed to do when you're caught between two men?

A/N: This was written for the BCC x FI 12 Days of BTS Holiday Event! My advent calendar prompt was "the only singles at the holiday party." Inspired by the GQ/Vogue photoshoots that destroyed everyone last week. Thank you to @miscelunaaa for beta-ing for me!

Smut starts immediately under the cut. Like, immediately immediately.

I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜

“Ah! Ah!” you pant as Yoongi slams his hips into you. The motion jostles you forward, and your grip on Taehyung’s cock loosens as you try to remain on your knees. “Fuck!”

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” Yoongi grunts, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts away. You bounce as you bob your head on Taehyung’s dick, deep throating his thick length.

Caught between the two men, in the throes of ecstasy, you think for the briefest of moments how this isn’t the New Year’s Eve you’d imagined for yourself tonight.

You’d shown up to your friend Jin’s house earlier this evening dressed in your favorite festive sweater dress, ready to eat, drink, and be merry with your friends. Get your wassail on. Whatever that meant.

However, five minutes into your arrival, after you’d just barely finished fixing yourself a peppermint martini, Jin had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you directly towards a handsome stranger standing by the Christmas tree.

A pair of cat-like eyes checked you out from underneath artfully mussed silver-blue hair. You had flushed slightly under the gorgeous man’s gaze, and your eyes scanned his slender frame, taking in his outfit. An oversized yellow and black sweater, tucked into a long black skirt.

That same skirt is now bunched around his waist as he pounds into you in the backseat of his car. “Shit, Yoongi!” you cry, hand stroking Taehyung as you gasp for air. “I can’t suck his dick if you’re going to fuck me like that!”

“Sorry,” Yoongi apologizes, his rhythm suddenly slowing. Now he’s hitting you nice and deep, cock gliding in and out at a relaxed pace. It’s enough to make you moan around Taehyung, who sits on the other side of the backseat, thighs spread, hand threading through your hair as he guides your head down.

You’d been surprised to meet Yoongi. But in retrospect, of course your friends would turn something simple like a holiday party into another matchmaking session. After all, you’re the last single person standing in your group of friends, and they simply cannot have that.

They mean well. At least, you assume. Every last one of them is disgustingly happy in their respective relationships, and they want you to be just as happy as they are.

The thing is, you are happy. You love your life, just as it is. But try explaining that to the marrieds and all you get are “Sure, hun” head nods and condescending smiles. So you grit your teeth and put up with their machinations.

One of Yoongi’s hands finds its way to your clit and presses into the sensitive nub. You whimper as loudly as you can with your mouth stuffed full of Taehyung, spurring the other man to repeat the action, rubbing again and again until you can feel that pressure inside you threatening to snap.

Somehow you hadn’t snapped at Jin for bombarding you with an unexpected setup, greeting Yoongi politely. You figured, fine, you could deal with a few minutes of awkward talk with this incredibly hot man. Then you could explain the situation - how pairing you off is your group’s unofficial pet project - and tell him that there’s no pressure to impress because you’re there to party with your friends, not meet a potential date.

But you never got a chance to tell Yoongi any of this, because at that moment, Jimin walked up with another stranger.

“T-Taehyung,” you stammer, head lifting for a moment as you grind back onto Yoongi. “Are you close? I’m - I’m so close!”

Taehyung groans, his head tossed back against the headrest. “Yeah, ‘m close. Just a little more.” One of his hands reaches under your dress to fondle your breast as you begin to jack him off in earnest, speeding up your movements.

Jimin introduced you to the shaggy-haired man wearing the most ridiculous eyesore of an outfit - a fluffy white jacket adorned with loopy embroidered flowers, worn over a tight white t-shirt and plaid pants. The pants were so colorful and loud, they could probably hear them at the North Pole. But the insane sartorial choice couldn’t distract from how attractive he was, dark eyes framed by long lashes, perfectly pouty lips forming a hello as he greeted you.

Those same lips are currently forming your name as Taehyung nears his climax.

You had pulled Jin and Jimin aside, asking them why neither had informed you ahead of time about the setups. Both claimed that they knew that if they’d warned you, you would’ve skipped the party. Which was both true and irritating - you hated being so predictable.

Again, you told yourself that you could deal for a few minutes before setting these guys free.

But that’s when the contest began.

Yoongi leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as his lips brush your ear. “You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna make this sweet little cunt weep. Hold on tight.”

All you can do is whine, again rolling your hips back onto Yoongi as his finger never stops strumming your clit. The tension is nearly overwhelming at this point.

It had been almost as tense inside the party. Jin and Jimin acted like the world’s most annoying hype men, talking up their friends at every turn. You wanted to join the game of holiday charades? Jin immediately praised Yoongi’s skills, saying he was a master with his hands. Jimin jumped in and insisted that Taehyung was the best partner because his lack of inhibitions meant he’d act out anything perfectly.

Didn’t matter what game you were playing, or what conversation you were having, your friends just kept bringing it back to Yoongi and Taehyung, trying to sell them like they were the prizes in this weird real-life dating competition you suddenly found yourself stuck in.

You ignored them. Until you couldn’t.

Fed up with their constant one-upping and non-stop bickering, you left to get some fresh air. But some of your other friends were blocking the front door. So you made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping for a minute to yourself.

Instead, you opened the door to find both Yoongi and Taehyung inside, sharing a joint.

“Goddamn, don’t stop,” Taehyung begs as the tip of his cock flushes. You know it won’t be much longer until he explodes, so you don’t let up. He dives in for a messy kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth, breaking away only when he can’t suppress a needy moan.

“Harder, Yoongi. Please.” You glance back at the man fucking you, and he smirks, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, looking absolutely depraved, as his long fingers curl around your hips again.

Both men had looked at you in surprise when you entered the tiny room.

“I thought I’d locked that,” Taehyung murmured. He offered you the joint.

You’d taken a long drag, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling loudly. “This is such bullshit. Come to the party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

“So your friends are always like this?” Yoongi asked as you passed the joint over.

“It’s not usually this bad. But since there are two of you here, they’ve turned it into some weird alpha male contest or something. Like, who picked the better mate for me. Frankly, I’d love to leave, but I don’t want to deal with explaining why I’m going.” You’d sighed. “I just wanted to have fun tonight. Is that so much to ask?”

“Since you asked so nicely, baby,” Yoongi rasps as he picks up the pace. He’s pistoning his hips now, and you drop your head onto Taehyung’s shoulder, barely able to keep upright as you keep pumping away.

You’d sagged against the sink, totally disappointed in how your night had played out, when Taehyung, standing by the window, pointed out how the trellis seemed to run directly by the sill and right on down to the ground.

Five minutes later, one leg dangling out the window searching for a foothold in the woven wood, you couldn’t help but pat yourself on the back a little. So much for being predictable.

“Ah, god, come on, cum with me,” Yoongi hisses as you simply keen, beyond words. He smacks against your ass over and over as you reach your peak, your walls clamping down and soaking him with your release. Yoongi follows right behind, filling the condom with his orgasm as Taehyung starts to spurt in your hand. You quickly lower your mouth, swallowing his hot seed down.

The drop down to the ground underneath Jin’s bathroom window was thankfully a short one. Taehyung and Yoongi both climbed out after you. Before you could pull up a rideshare app on your phone, Yoongi offered to give you a ride home.

“But first, we have to finish this,” Yoongi said, holding out the joint. “Wanna join us?”

That’s how you found yourself sandwiched between the two men in Yoongi’s backseat, playing puff puff pass and trying to salvage your night.

Now, as you collapse against Taehyung, euphoric, totally spent, face buried in his fluffy jacket as Yoongi pulls out of you, you think things have definitely turned around. Ended on a real high.

“You know, I don’t understand why everyone was so set on us fighting for your attention,” Yoongi had said as he blew smoke rings into the darkened cabin of his car. “Right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung nodded, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled.

“We actually discussed it before you found us,” Yoongi informed you. His lithe fingers lightly brushed against your leg. As you sucked in a quick breath, they slid underneath the top of your thigh high stocking, tracing figure eights on the warm skin beneath. “And we decided it’s always better when everyone works together.”

Taehyung’s voice whispered in your ear as his lips suddenly skimmed along your neck. You gasped as Yoongi’s mouth nipped at the other side. “Yeah. It’s all about teamwork.”

#fic: teamwork #thank you 💜#lovely moots #kkulfm 2 #reader reactions

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xjoonchildx · 1 year ago

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I’m outraged on the behalf of the king’s mistress. He’s out here trying to have his cake and eat it too. At this point I hope she falls in love with one of the king’s other lords - maybe a tumble with Lord Jeon or a romp with the elder Lord Kim? - because her so called true love is acting like a FOOL.

oh anon, i can't fault you in any way for feeling this way! the king certainly has been acting a bit ... foolish.

but i am going to share this lovely piece of feedback i got from the incredible @kkulfm-2 because she managed to put in words so perfectly what i've been trying to convey:

it's this. SO MUCH this. as usual, the brilliant evie took the ideas and words right out of my head. in some ways, i honestly think the man is running on autopilot, even. does he even know why he's been so immature and unlike himself?

but you're right. he's definitely out here trying to have his cake and eat it, too. funny thing, that. rarely does it ever work in someone's favor 💅🏼

#anagrams 💕#fic: kanalia

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sugalaritae · 2 years ago

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harrow's december reads

hi!! happy end of the year!! my job was spectacularly boring this month and i did a lot of reading while i was working. i don't think i've ever read this many fics in one month, so i'm pretty proud of myself. i've read like 3 from tumblr and they have been reblogged and screamed about and you can check them all out here

i've read some really amazing fics this year and i wish i had kept track of all of them!! 💖💖

here we go:

trust in the weather by melodiusb au:witches - yoongi x namjoon x jimin

Jimin’s heartbeat synced to Namjoon and Yoongi’s in the seconds after the wedding ritual was complete. He can only tell when he focuses that it’s three beats now, instead of one. But it occurs to him, as he’s tripping over a root three feet below the surface, that he’s still alone. Namjoon and Yoongi did this five years ago. Jimin is five years behind them--more, if you count the time they were engaged--and he always will be. And he’s stuck here, and with them, for the rest of his life.

sonámbulo by batman au: inception (movie) - taehyung x jungkook

One painting, one mission, one hundred days.

starving (& other artistic mediums) by TAHC (orphan account) au: college(?) - yoongi x namjoon

It became a permanent thing the next year in August. But neither of them knew it was going to become a permanent thing. To them it just looked like a temporary thing. A slightly permanent, temporary thing. Or; Namjoon and Yoongi are both struggling artists, throw a baby into the mix and they're struggling parents as well. Throw love into the mix and they're just struggling.

the wait by @kkulfm-2 au: the old guard (movie)

When Jungkook takes too long to come back from his latest death, Yoongi begins to spiral.

summer;blue by batman au: witches - taehyung x jungkook

More than you can manage, more than you can hide: a study in light.

up we go by Oh_Hey_Tae au: witches - yoongi x jimin x taehyung

“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.” The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind. (Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

by tomorrow by Oh_Hey_Tae au: college - yoongi x taehyung

“Why are you freaking out now?” Seokjin asks, and the seconds tick by and suddenly the atmosphere shifts. “Ahh, I get it.” Yoongi perks up, swivels, spots Taehyung stepping from the hall into the room and he’s in fitted slacks and the baby blue button-up from earlier and he looks divine. Yoongi’s heart just stopped and he’s not sure how to get it beating again. Namjoon’s a doctor. A doctor in training, but some form of medical professional regardless. Namjoon knows CPR and cardiac arrest symptoms and all that shit. He’ll know Yoongi’s dying. “Perfect timing. Let’s eat.” Or he’s going to wink at Yoongi and send suggestive eyebrow raises the whole night. Great. Fabulous. (Or: Yoongi loves Taehyung and Taehyung loves Yoongi and somewhere along the way they figure that out.)

when night comes by Oh_Hey_Tae au: supernatural/folklore - jungkook x everyone

Jungkook’s tipsy, but he’s not buzzed enough to miss that he doesn’t recognize any of the four dozen people here. And seeing as his friends aren’t ones to ditch and there’s no way they’d play a prank this mean on him, Jungkook reaches the conclusion that he just walked into a stranger’s very expensive home, uninvited, and started eating their food and petting their well-dressed dog. (Or: Jungkook shows up to the wrong Halloween party and meets the most powerful family in Seoul.)

don't go where i can't follow by Black_Ranger (ongoing fic) au: pacific rim - hoseok x jungkook

It's been 4 years, 1 month, and 20 days since he's last set foot inside a jaeger. Jung Hoseok thought he'd outrun his past but it still doggedly haunts him. When monsters keep rising from the deep, the PPDC comes calling for one of their best. Who is he to refuse?

tell me again by Oh_Hey_Tae au: college - yoongi x taehyung

It’s a boy. A boy in a silk pajama set. A boy in a silk pajama set with a nametag too small to read who’s colorfully cursing in the thickest Daegu drawl Yoongi’s heard since he left home and it’s absolutely, without a doubt, the most beautiful sound Yoongi’s ever heard in his life. (Or: Yoongi falls in love with people’s voices and, in consequence, falls in love with Taehyung.)

let the light in by sharpa au: witches - yoongi x jungkook

There is magic in the world, but for years Jungkook has shied away from his gift. (It's intrusive, unwelcome, dangerous.) Now, he's in New York City, battling loneliness and a college course he hates. Until on one particularly bad day, he turns down a side street in East Village and his life changes forever. (Or: six boys run a magical emporium together and Jeon Jungkook is looking for a place to belong.)

steady as the morning by sharpa au: witches - yoongi x jungkook

Seven magical boys and an old house in New York City. (A series of moments set post Let the Light In.)

telepathy by sharpa au: non!idol but still in music - yoongi x hoseok x namjoon

Yoongi can't believe his luck: set up on a blind date with Kim Namjoon, the boy who took part of his heart with him at twenty-three and never gave it back. They haven't spoken in years, since they imploded, and the awkwardness now is soul-crushing—sat across from each other in a trendy Itaewon restaurant with too much and not enough to say. But the gorgeous boy two tables over might change everything.

#griddle reads #griddles recs

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raplinesmoon · 2 years ago

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Thank you Evie! This was honestly just for fun and super indulgent but I’m in love with how it turned out and you are correct, vampire Namjoon is so so cute!! I miss him 💜

Love At First Bite (KNJ x F!Reader)

NO-FACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤖ 「 Day 25 」: teeth

Pairing: Vampire!Kim Namjoon x Dentist!Reader

Genres: fantasy, fluff, slight horror

AUs: strangers-to-lovers?

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of blood drinking, hiding one’s identity, cracked teeth, extractions, anesthesia, the dentist (sorry I’m scarier than Namjoon I know), HIPAA non-compliance, passing out (these are all minor)

Ratings: PG13

Summary: Kim Namjoon has a fang-tastic problem on his hands. And you’re the only dentist who can fix it.

A/N: Hi! If you’re doing a drinking game to this fic, please cross tooth/teeth off your list (idk why you’d be doing that, but here we are). This story is purely self indulgent, bc I rarely see dentists represented in any type of fics, but I’m out here to change that. Also, I don’t condone the questionable actions taken by health professionals in this, it’s just meant to be funny! I hope you enjoy!! Also cameo from my beloved Useless Magic couple 🥺 Lots of love, Isi 💜 Banner made by me.

Taglist: @magentamoons

After living for hundreds of years, one came to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. Kim Namjoon was no stranger to these moments of small indulgence.

Unloading his grocery bags in his apartment, Namjoon carefully lit a candle, making sure to steer clear of the flame. Yes, they were dangerous and could potentially burn him to death, but the smell of lavender and sage made it worth it. This weekend, he’d stopped by the new bakery that had opened in town, called Magic Shop.

Namjoon had a sneaking suspicion that the couple who owned it definitely had something magical about them. There was too much raw energy thrumming in the air to credit their success to recipes alone. In fact, the owner Jin had mentioned being allergic to garlic, which prompted Namjoon to raise his eyebrows in surprise. On one hand, he was tempted to ask if the man was a fellow vampire as well. On the other hand, he was glad that the herbed loaf he’d purchased wouldn’t cause him to puke the moment he dug into it at home. Deciding to hold his tongue, he made a resolution to return to the bakery one day and get to know more about its mysterious owners.

Humming to himself in the kitchen, Namjoon warms up a mug of fresh blood from the bags he stored in the fridge, as well as a slice of the crusty loaf slathered with butter. Contrary to popular belief, vampires didn’t have to only survive on blood. While blood was their principal life source, Namjoon’s taste for the substance had begun to wane over the centuries. After living in so many cities and countries, he’d been exposed to the wonders of human food, from delicious, fragrant tahdig in Iran to sweet, airy krapfen in Austria. The food made the blood go down easier, which is why he took to stopping in local bakeries and grocery stores to sample their finest delicacies.

Buttering up the piece of toast, he chomps down on the crunchy bread with his long, slim teeth. Immediately, Namjoon is met with the sound of a deafening crack. His heart (not that he has one) drops, and he looks in horror to see a piece of his canine lodged in the bread.

Panicking, Namjoon drops the slice of bread and immediately makes his way to the antique mirror hanging in his entryway. Flashing a grim smile, he inspects the damage.

“Suck my life!” he moans, as the sight of his broken front tooth greets him. A clean slice, all the way through the tooth, with the tip missing. Groaning to himself, he laments on the loss of his charming feature. Even though it had been years since Namjoon used his teeth to pierce the flesh of another human, his fangs were still an important part of his identity, and now one of them was broken.

He’d never hear the end of this from Yoongi and Hoseok. Decades of friendship with the demon and the werewolf had led to countless bouts of teasing over Namjoon’s clumsiness. While he resembled every bit the elegant vampire in terms of his stature and interests, his actions spoke otherwise, as he constantly managed to stumble or bump into and break everything he touched. Perhaps that was why antique stores loved when he’d walk in searching for a new mirror.

This wouldn’t do. He had to get this fixed, now. But Namjoon was sure no vampire in history had ever broken their fangs. However, plenty of humans had. Frantically reaching for his cell phone, Namjoon taps “tooth doctor” into the search bar, sighing in relief when a result for a place called “Smile Street” pops up that looks to be a short walk away.

It was risky, exposing himself to humans like this, but Namjoon had no choice. Putting on his best glamour, he heads out the door.

“Jisoo! Can you grab me some topical and two carps of lido with epi for this extraction please?” you yell out to your dental assistant as you try to calm down the panicking lady in your chair, assuring her that pulling her tooth meant getting her out of pain, not putting her in more pain.

Smile Street was your pride and joy. You’d worked through so many countless years of dental school and specialty training to be able to take care of patients and provide for them. Obviously, not every patient who walked in the door was perfect, but the people of this town had been more than grateful for you and your practice after the old dentist had retired and moved to Florida.

“Doctor ___, here’s the anesthesia you asked for, all loaded and ready to go,” Jisoo hands you the syringe, continuing to talk as you begin to numb up the patient.

“A new patient just walked in, complaining of a broken tooth. I know you’re strict about taking walk-ins and emergencies, buuuut, he’s kind of cute,” she whispers.

You roll your eyes at her. Jisoo had been trying to convince you for years to take a break from your hectic lifestyle and consider dating, but somehow, you never found the time among your daily patient load and continuing education courses.

“Set him up in Room 3 please, I’ll be there as soon as I’m done with this.” Jisoo nods, giving you a wink as she walks out.

“Kim Namjoon?” you read your clipboard as you walk into the room. “My name is Doctor ___, and I’ll be taking care of you today. I understand you’re here for a broken tooth? Could you tell me in your own words what’s going on?”

Looking up at your patient, you do a double-take. Jisoo had not been lying when she said he was cute. Cute, in fact, was an understatement. The man in front of you was hauntingly beautiful. Tall and big, with pale skin that somehow glowed, and glinting golden eyes. He flashed you a small smile, dimples popping out to greet you. Those damn zygomaticus majors.

“Hello Doctor,” he greets you, voice warm and deep. “I’m so sorry for walking in last minute, but I seem to have run into a bit of a problem this morning. I was enjoying a piece of bread from that new bakery, Magic Shop-”

“I love that place!” you blurt out, face immediately heating at your outburst. “I’m so sorry, please continue.”

Namjoon lets out a laugh, and you see a flash of white sparkle below the operatory light. “Anyway, I was biting into my lovely loaf from Magic Shop, when suddenly I heard a loud crack. I’m known to be pretty clumsy, so at first I thought I’d broken the table or chair or something, but when I looked down, a piece of my tooth was in the bread!” “Oh no! I’m so sorry about that!” you respond. It happened all the time, patients biting into crusty bread or nuts or candy, and cracking a piece of tooth. You had this in the bag. “Was it painful? Do you have the tooth piece with you?”

Namjoon freezes. He didn’t really know how to tell this (pretty) doctor that he was undead, and therefore unable to feel pain. So he settles for assuring her that it didn’t hurt, and holding out the plastic bag with part of his fang.

Inspecting the broken piece, you’re surprised to see how sharp and pointy it is. It didn’t look like a normal tooth at all, but you brush it to the side. It could’ve been a complicated fracture, like an Ellis Class III, so you were more worried about Namjoon and how he was feeling.

Putting on your gloves, you turn on your light and ask Namjoon to lean back, putting on a pair of safety glasses, gulping as you realized they only made him look more attractive.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” you breathe, leaning in towards him.

Namjoon nods his assent, his mind racing as you get closer and closer, worried about exposing his secret but also secretly wanting to impress you with his (what he thought were) perfect teeth.

“Namjoon?” he’s jolted out of his haze by the sound of your voice. “It’s gonna be hard for me to look without opening your mouth isn’t it? I wish I had x-ray vision, but unfortunately, I don’t.”

You give him a kind smile. The poor man seemed so sweet, but also strangely nervous. You wanted to reach out and hold his hand to assure him that you were only here to help, but you realized that would be weird.

Slowly, Namjoon opens, and you’re greeted with the sight of slim, white, perfectly aligned teeth. A dentist’s dream. However, you stop short when you catch sight of his canines. Abnormally long and pointed, sharp like those of a dog, or a lion. Well, only one of them. The other one had been blunted by the fracture. Looking more closely at the broken tooth, you fail to make out any red that signifies the tooth is alive and has a blood supply.

Blanching, you retreat from his mouth quickly.

“I’m just going to go to the computer and jot down some notes,” you say nervously, hoping he can’t catch on to the tone of your voice.

As you sit down at the computer, you internally groan. Great, the one man you’d found attractive in ages and he just had to be one of those patients that came into the dentist asking for his teeth to be shaved down and fitted with vampire veneers. Every year, around Halloween, you had to fight off dozens of questions about making vampire teeth for patients who wanted to give others a fright, chastising them that it was dangerous and unhealthy for their teeth. And this man had gone out and done it. Still, as a doctor, it was your duty not to judge his personal choices, and to provide him with the best care possible.

“Well Namjoon,” you begin. “There’s a couple of options we can pursue here. It doesn’t look like the fracture has reached the pulp, which is the nerve of your tooth. Unfortunately, we’re unable to just glue the piece of tooth back on, as there’s a high possibility it’ll fracture again. We can potentially fit your tooth with a crown or a veneer to restore the fractured part. I wanted to ask though, are you interested in a more natural look for your teeth?”

“Natural?” Namjoon ponders, feeling slightly offended at your assessment of his teeth. “What does that even mean?”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, your teeth, they’re-, they’re uh-, they’re kind of pointy. We could also do some minor procedures to help give you a softer look?”

Namjoon begins to fume. Sure, he’d found himself hopelessly attracted to you within the past twenty minutes, but he couldn’t believe you’d offer such a ludicrous suggestion. Changing his fangs? Changing who he was? No way in hell.

“Doctor, I’m sorry to say I don’t agree with your suggestions. If you have no further ways to help me, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Your mouth is agape as he takes off the bib and glasses, sets them down on the tray, and storms out the door.

The chill of the night air greets you as you wander down the dead-end street, looking for the apartment complex at the end. You were stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid for wandering out this late at night, but the memory of what happened with Namjoon this morning had you shaken up. You hadn’t meant to offend him, and you’d been looking forward to seeing him more if he chose to seek treatment for his tooth.

So you’d done some questionable digging through your medical records and managed to find Namjoon’s address. Jisoo, the bad influence she was, egged you on to try and apologize to him in person, and convince him to come back. Normally, you’d never agree with her outlandish suggestions, but you’d developed a tiny crush over the course of your appointment, and thought it best in your (professional) opinion to apologize and give some disclaimers.

Reaching the apartment complex, you greet the doorman, asking him to help you find apartment 613. He guides you to the elevator and gives you directions to find your way, and you frown as he wishes you a safe visit. What a weird thing to say.

Stopping on the sixth floor, you approach the apartment at the end of the hall, a chill crawling up your spine as you reach for the knocker. Three loud taps later, you tap your foot impatiently. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was asleep, like a normal human?

Immediately the door opens, and you’re met with the horrific sight of Namjoon, clad in only a muscle tee and pyjama shorts, with blazing red eyes and blood dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

Your mouth opens to scream, but you’re sure no sound comes out as you drop the basket of bread from Magic Shop you’d brought, and darkness envelops you.

Namjoon drags your body into the apartment. He was sure he hadn’t killed you. He hadn’t even touched you! You’d just caught him mid-feed, stress eating as he freaked out over how rude he was to you today. He’d been making plans to buy flowers and apologize tomorrow. Then, you’d shown up at his door randomly and now you were passed out on the couch.

The HOA was going to have a field day if they found out he was both a vampire and housing an unconscious woman in his apartment, and he liked this building! It had a grassy rooftop with a community garden! Namjoon paces back and forth, as he sees you stir on the couch.

Blearily, your eyes open, taking in the sight of Namjoon, freshly changed into a t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. You must have been hallucinating the blood on his face.

“So I’m a vampire.”

Your eyes widen, and the apology you were going to make gets caught in the back of your throat.

“I’m sorry, you’re a what?”

“A vampire. You know, those blood-sucking demons? Well not demons, because they’re their own separate entity, my friend Yoongi is one actually, he’s pretty cool, you should meet him. Vampire? Like Dracula? Nosferatu? Edward Cullen?”

“Good one! You really had me fooled there, especially with the fang teeth,” you erupt into laughter, stopping when you see Namjoon flash you a sinister smirk, canines glinting in the moonlight.

“Oh. You weren’t joking.”

“I wasn’t.”

In the shadowy lamplight, you feel a strange exhilaration being here alone with him - heart racing, the hairs on your arm standing up.

“Are you scared of me?”

“No,” you breathe out. Somehow, you couldn’t wrap your head around the situation you’d found yourself in, sitting in the living room of the most attractive vampire you’d ever seen. Well, the only vampire you’d ever seen. Whether he was human or not, Namjoon had an incredibly kind soul, and you’d offended him today. Your brain sparks as you remember what you came here for.

“Oh! I brought you some fruit tarts from Magic Shop. I know they aren’t the bread, but they’re really better for your teeth because they’re softer. I wanted to say sorry for suggesting that we shave down your fangs this morning, I-, I- didn’t know, but now I understand.”

“Fruit tarts?” Namjoon’s eyes widen at the delicious treat. He’d been so paranoid after what happened with the bread that he’d resorted to taking his blood plain for the rest of the day, holding his nose to mask the disgusting taste.

“Yup,” you say, thrusting the gift basket into his arms. “I won’t tell anyone, by the way. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll leave now.”

As you turn to put on your coat and shoes in the entryway, Namjoon jogs up behind you.

“____? Would you like to stay and have the fruit tarts with me?” he flashes you a sheepish grin, hand rubbing the back of his necky shyly.

Giving him a wide smile, you remove your coat, hanging it up next to the beautiful antique mirror.

“I’d love to.”

Six months later

“So,” Jin says, as the four of you take a stroll in the park. “How’d you two even meet?”

“I broke my tooth,” Namjoon chuckles. “And of course, I freaked out and went to the nearest dentist I could find. And then I freaked out again because she was prettier than I imagined.”

Namjoon looks around carefully, checking to see if anyone is within distance, before flashing his fangs to Jin and his girlfriend.

“No way!” the witch exclaims. “She fixed that for you? I can’t even believe it, it looks so real. How’d you do it?”

Smiling, you wrap an arm around Namjoon.

“What can I say? It was love at first bite.”

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

Glossary:

Topical - numbing jelly spread on the cheeks or gums before giving anesthesia. usually cherry flavored, but sometimes it can be bubblegum or pina colada

Carp - short for carpule, aka the little glass cartridge that contains anesthesia

Lido - short for lidocaine, the most common anesthetic used in dentistry. also known as novocaine

Epi - short for epinephrine, which is added to anesthestic to make it last longer

Zygomaticus major - the facial muscle that helps you smile. people with a variation in this jus le develop dimples

Pulp - the innermost part of teeth, which contains blood and nerves.

Complicated fracture - a tooth fracture that exposes the pulp

Ellis Class III - a tooth fracture of all three layers of the tooth (the enamel, dentin, and pulp)

Crown - a cap that provides full coverage to a tooth, often to replaced a worn down or decayed tooth and make it look normal again.

Veneer - similar to a crown, but more like a thin shell that slides onto teeth (mostly front ones) to make them look more aesthetic

#feedback that makes me cry #kkulfm 2

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hobi-gif · 2 years ago

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tag game

thanks for tagging me @kkulfm-2 and @augustbutwinter!

favorite color: green 💚

currently reading: the new chapter of wicked & wild wind by annie_vi

last song: the 1975 - give yourself a try

last series: sh**ting stars (which just reads as shitting stars if you ask me)

last movie: at home it was CODA. and i LOVED it. but at the cinemas it was mrs harris goes to paris.

currently working on: about to do some beta reading for the lovely @sugalaritae

tagging: tagging me is where tags come to die because i always leave out someone, so now i don't tag anyone 😆

#tag game #me

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bangtanmademedoit · 2 years ago

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thank you for tagging me as always evieee 💜💜 @kkulfm-2 honestly, i always feel so warm and fuzzy when you tag me because it reminds me that people haven’t forgotten about me and it always brings me back to this wonderful fandom and makes me want to try to continue to be active... i just lysm 😭

favorite color: pastel pink is my main staple, but i love pastels in general! also enjoying shades of brown these days.

currently reading: i don’t read much these days (it takes me like forever to read one thing so i have many things on the go at once), but i’m currently reading outlander and re-reading the harry potter series in korean

last song: boyfriend by dove cameron (don’t remember how i first heard this song, but it’s been stuck in my head these days. so catchy!)

last series: oh gosh.. i can’t remember.. probably extraordinary attorney woo! which if you haven’t watched, you need to check it out! i’m rarely ever able to finish watching a series these days, but i finished this one pretty quickly because i just loved all the characters so much! 🥰

last movie: 🤦‍♀️ ... movies are even more rare.. umm... honestly? it was probably either the twilight series, hunger games, or harry potter.. they are my comfort movies

currently working on: getting a hold of my mental health.. and that’s about it unfortunately! i have many wips and things i want to do, but i haven’t worked on anything this year really.. hopefully soon!

tagging: no tags again because i don’t know enough people to tag who haven’t already been tagged

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And when I beat up Kanalia! Namjoon w/ a sock full of butter, than what? 😤

We only like the Mins in this house 🌸

i have so many things i wanna say about the king right now but i have to wait 😭😭😭

just a little bit, just not to be super spoilery. but man did the brilliant @kkulfm-2 tell NO lies 🤯

#anagrams 💕#fic: kanalia

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piedpiperslists · 2 years ago

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Seokjin Drabbles (XVIII)

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

6:16 PM by @likeastarstar dating au

Most Ardently by @00bamc enemies to lovers, Pride and Prejudice au Summary: Since the moment you met him, you knew that it was hate at first sight. No one in their sane mind could deny that Kim Seokjin is a prideful asshole. You disliked him, and even more when he had the audacity to confess his undying love for you.

[drabble] by @bangtaninink established relationship, parents au Summary: “We will never speak of this again.”

Crime & Punishment by @bangtaninink s ft JJK, mafia au, PWP Summary: You’re supposed to kill five people per month, as per Seokjin and Jungkook’s request. You’ve only killed two. Somebody’s in trouble.

Gentleman by @army-author strangers to lovers Summary: You always tend to avoid clubs, but when you are dragged to one by your friend, you know it can only mean trouble. Luckily, you have a mysterious stranger to protect you.

Recipe for Disaster by @army-author celebrity chef!Seokjin, enemies to lovers Summary: What happens when you mix yourself, a standoffish celebrity chef, and a month long contract for a cooking show? Absolute chaos, that’s what!

[...] He finds your sketchbook and tries returning it to you, Part 2 by @thebangtancloud sm strangers to lovers

The Bodyguard by @hollyxqx s bodyguard!Seokjin Summary: Seokjin, hired to protect you by your wealthy father, can’t keep his hands off you after a night together.

Hello, Nurse by @sugaurora doctor!Seokjin, pregnant!reader Summary: Along with your babies, it looked like the New Year would bring something much more unexpected.

Such Selfish Prayers [AO3] by @kkulfm-2 s established relationship, PWP Summary: Part of a mini series featuring dom!reader with each member.

Week by Week by @hobidreams established relationship Summary: “Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”

Midnight Snack by @taehyung-the-baehyung established relationship

Something New by @taehyung-the-baehyung s established relationship, idol au, PWP

“It was just a nightmare” by @stayjimin established relationship

“Please don’t cry.” by @stayjimin established relationship

#ksj list #seokjin drabbles

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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LOL EVIE 🙈 i can't believe you read this absolute nonsense whieugherjgfg

now of course we all know hobi is good at everything - but i thought it would be really funny to pair his extreme determination and desire to Do Well with, uh..... being very not good at a thing 🤣 honestly would let him bad dirty talk to me all day even if it killed me lmfao

you're so sweet 🥺 i'm so glad you could brave "lick that kitty" and still manage to enjoy the smut!! and omg i posted this on my birthday, you read it on his birthday, this fic is just supercharged with birthday powers i guess!!!! 🥳 ty so much for reading my love!! 💜

birthday drabble 12 - jhs

@hobi-gif asked: 26 and hobi because i’m gonna try and make you write more oral and there aren’t ever enough hoseok fics please

alright. we've reached our final drabble of the day, and this one needs a little intro.

here's the thing. nothing personal to anyone who suggested this prompt specifically - i mean i AM the oral queen so i don't blame y'all 😇 and i chose this prompt list so really it's on me lmao - but i hate it. i hate it so much, i don't think it's hot *at all*, AND IT GOT REQUESTED SERIOUSLY LIKE 4 TIMES, YA FREAKS

so. i decided to uh..... take this in a slightly different direction. i think my brain was melting from writing so much porn and i figured this would be a good (read: insane) way to round out the smut party 😂 love you hope~ and i hope you can still enjoy this. and my sincerest apologies to jung hoseok, at least i made him good at oral okay!!!!

pairing: hoseok x reader contains: smut!! basically a crack fic with oral lmao. dirty talk (both abysmal and not), cunnilingus, fingering, a little teasing/begging, edging if you squint?, reader is kinda mean lol, i'm so sorry hobi summary: hoseok is so good at giving head, but so bad at talking dirty. it really makes things difficult.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

Hoseok is so much better when he's not fucking talking. Once his head is between your legs, it's amazing. It's just enduring everything that comes before that can be kind of excruciating.

Because he is so fucking bad at talking dirty.

You’re still trying to figure out where he gets the shit he says from– either bad porn or terrible romance novels is your best guess. And it’s not like you suffer in silence. You take every opportunity to correct him, and he’s improved vastly from when you first started hooking up. You’ve finally convinced him to remove the word ‘boobies’ from his vocabulary, for instance.

But now the horrible ones sneak up on you when you least expect it, usually either leaving you disgusted enough that you momentarily shove him away, or laughing so hard you nearly knee him in the face.

When you realized how terrible he truly was at it, you did your best to convince Hoseok that it was fine. You don’t need dirty talk to get off. He could just touch you, taste you, fuck you, and it would be plenty. But that was before you knew him as well as you do now, and you weren’t aware of the strong perfectionist streak within him. Hoseok does not like being bad at something, and now that you’ve pointed out a flaw, he’s more determined than ever to do it right, to practice until it’s perfect.

At least his oral skills are worth suffering for. You really don’t understand how he’s good at the thing that is objectively much harder, yet so bad at just fucking talking.

Tonight, Hoseok’s got you stripped naked on his couch, and you spread your legs accommodatingly as he moves to kneel in front of you. “Wanna taste you,” he groans against your thigh, and you let out a breathy sigh. Good, that one was good.

“Wanna lick that kitty.” You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and you hear Hoseok laugh a little.

“Fuck, I’m so bad at this. I really promise I’m trying.”

You open your eyes to look at him, and his cheeks are flushed pink with embarrassment. “Maybe you need to try less. The first one was fine. Just please don’t call it a kitty.”

“Pussy?”

“That’s fine.” His mouth is ghosting over you as you have this discussion, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from grabbing the back of his head and shoving him down. You’d prefer to power rank the various terms for vagina when you’re not ridiculously aroused and dying for contact, but Hoseok has repeatedly asked that you correct him in the moment.

“Or I’ll never learn!” He always insists.

You deserve a medal for your service, you think to yourself, and then you gasp a little as his tongue brushes over you.

For a person who tends to prefer things neat and tidy, Hoseok is sloppy when it comes to giving head, in the best way possible. He loves to start off with long, slow licks, flat tongue dragging over you, so teasing that it’s nearly torture for how good it feels.

Pleasure coils tight in your belly as he works to pull soft noises out of you. Between his diligent mouth and your own wetness that’s been building up all night, you’re fucking soaked, and desperate for more.

He pulls away briefly with a smack of his lips. “Mmm, tastes good.”

You sigh a little but decide to allow that one. Being complimented on your flavor has never done anything for you personally, but you’re not gonna stop a man from talking positively about the taste of pussy. Feminism, or something.

“Keep going,” you whine softly, and he does, settling at your clit and moving more intentionally now. You can barely keep your own tongue in your mouth as you watch his flicker over you again and again. The strong muscle of his jaw works tirelessly, like he could do this all day, and you lean back on your forearms to enjoy the show.

When he slips two fingers into you, you exhale a heady moan of relief, spreading your legs wider to allow him access. He presses intently on your g-spot, rhythmically, enough that your hips start rolling in time.

“Feels so fucking good, Hoseok,” you offer in encouragement. You can feel your orgasm starting to build, and you whimper when his mouth momentarily leaves you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

He always fucking does this. As annoying as you find it, you kind of get it, that he wants to hear the things you’ll say so he can repeat them back to you, his own way of practicing. You’re sure he’s in need of the ego boost, too, so you’re willing to play along for a little bit.

“I want your mouth.” The words come out on a whine as his fingers start to pick up speed.

“Yeah?” He presses a teasing kiss right above your clit, and you’re keyed up enough that you hiss and flinch slightly. “Where, baby?”

You groan a little more, trying not to lose it. “On my fucking cunt.”

You don’t use the word often, and Hoseok raises an eyebrow in response, like you’ve said something naughty. “Ooh, is that right?”

“Yes, Hoseok.” He’s killing you. “Please.”

“What should I do with my mouth?”

“Make me come.” You can’t stress the words enough, hips lifting up unsubtly towards him as his fingers continue to work you.

“Uh-huh. How bad do you want it?”

That’s it. You can’t fucking do this. “Hoseok!” You cry, ending his game of twenty questions. “I don’t want to fucking talk anymore!”

“Oh, so impatient!” He chides with a grin, rubbing even harder against your front wall, enough that you throw your head back and make a frustrated noise. He drops his mouth close, so close, to where you need him, voice low as he continues. “Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind.”

Your head snaps up at that one.

“Jung Hoseok!” You shout his name so loudly– and not out of pleasure– that he withdraws and leaps back from you, eyes wide in sheer terror. “What the fuck?!”

“W-was that one not good?”

“Why are you bringing visual impairments into your fucking dirty talk?!”

He sputters for a second. “I was trying to be creative.”

You have to bury your face in your hands as pleasure and disgust twist together in your stomach. This is practically turning into unintentional edging.

“Hobi,” you start, your voice slightly muffled. “Can you please just eat me out?” You level your gaze on him. “I’m either going to die or kill you if I don’t come right now. Please.”

"Okay, okay," he relents, laughing a little at the fact that you're clearly on the brink of insanity. "No more talking."

To your overwhelming relief, Hoseok crawls back towards you and does as he’s told, and weird ableism aside, he makes good on his promise. You instinctively reach out to claw at the couch cushions beneath you when he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers returning to beckon inside you, now at an unrelenting pace.

It’s so fucking good– and you were so fucking close– that there’s no stopping you now. You wind your fingers through his hair, holding him firmly to your core, and your thighs start to shake as your orgasm finally crests.

“Yes, oh fuck, just like that–” you gasp, and then you lose your grip on your ability to speak; you can only cry out as relief washes over you.

Your walls flutter around Hoseok’s fingers, and he hums against you gently as he continues to move his tongue, drawing out the waves of your climax for as long as he possibly can.

When the motions go from pleasurable to overwhelming, you release your grip on his hair and he backs off, moving up to sit next to you on the couch.

“I love making you come,” he says sheepishly as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. It's enough to make you feel a little bad about being so mean. He really is trying.

“Want you to fuck me, Hoseok,” you breathe, your head buzzing with the rush of post-orgasm chemicals. You’re smiling, still blissed-out, as you hook your thumbs into his belt loops to tug him closer to you.

“Yeah, baby?” He purrs. “Then why don’t you bend over and let me give you this penis?”

You laugh so hard you fall off the couch.

#kkulfm-2 #fic review #birthday drabbles #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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I love a needy boy 🥺😝 thank you, Evie! Someday I’ll get back to these two - I have a sequel WIP that’s about half done! 💕

Claim | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: supernatural, smut, friends to lovers, Vampire!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, biting, vampire feeding, dry humping, slight possessiveness

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: ��You smell so good,” he whispers, and you shiver, from the chill of his nose as it skims along the curve of your throat. “Why do you smell so good tonight?“

Jimin wants to claim what is his, and so do you.

A/N: I woke up from a dream this morning about Vampire!Jimin and had to write it down. Thanks to @herecomesjoon for convincing me to share this - I appreciate your constant support, Saturn! 💜 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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Jimin is a snuggler. This is a fact. There’s no way to sit next to him on the couch, side-by-side, without his arm draping around you, or his head resting in your lap. It’s just the way it’s always been, ever since you became friends years ago.

But the way he’s currently lying against you, his chest to yours, face nuzzling into your neck fervently, well, this is new.

The two of you had been watching a movie, like any other typical Saturday evening, you snuggled into Jimin’s side, his arm slung over your shoulders. About five minutes into the film, you noticed Jimin’s attention was elsewhere. Namely, on you.

Usually, Jimin could handle being so close to you. Your scent always tempted him–you were a human, after all, and what were humans to vampires but delicious little treats? To most vamps, anyway. Jimin only fed as he needed to survive, never for fun.

But tonight his senses were going haywire. You smelled divine. Completely intoxicating. Jimin’s eyes shifted from the screen to the spot where the elegant column of your neck met the gentle curve of your shoulder. He could practically see the veins throbbing underneath your soft skin, pulsing with the crimson nectar he suddenly craved.

He lowered his head, taking a long sniff. Then he froze, realizing just how loud he’d been.

“Um. Min?” You tipped your head up, side-eyeing your friend. “Everything… okay?”

He hastily pulled away, nodding, running his free hand through his dark hair. “Yep. Fine.”

The movie recaptured your attention, but Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes from you. He was already lost, giving himself over to the desire to bury his face in your throat. To coat himself in your luscious fragrance, drink it down like fine wine.

“Jimin!” you yelped as he suddenly pounced, vampire speed kicking in as he guided you onto your back and covered your body with his. “What are you–”

“You smell so good,” he whispers, and you shiver, from the chill of his nose as it skims along the curve of your throat. “Why do you smell so good tonight? I mean, you always smell good but tonight… it’s stronger, somehow.”

Teeth graze a line from your ear to the dip in your throat between your collarbones. Breath hitching, you go completely still.

Jimin stops, too. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, fingers caressing the bare skin above the collar of your shirt, trying to soothe you. “I’d never bite you. I just… I just need to be closer to you right now.” He pauses. “Is this okay?”

Now that you’re over your initial shock, sure, it’s fine. Except…

“You can bite me, Min.”

Jimin’s eyes are wide as he lifts his head to peer at you. “You don’t… you don’t mean that.”

Oh, but you do. It’s all you’ve wanted for a while now, but were too afraid to ask.

“Yes, I do. Please, Min.” Jimin doesn’t move, so you tilt your head away, exposing more skin, smiling at the hiss that escapes his plump lips. “Bite me. I want you to.”

The movie is long forgotten, characters on screen jabbering away incessantly, but the only sound you hear is the audible gulp Jimin makes. “You don’t know what you’re asking me. What it means for a vampire to bite someone.”

You know exactly what it means. That’s why you want him to do it.

“If I mark you up, drink even just a single drop… you become mine.” Jimin’s fingers flex as he speaks, like he’s itching to do the exact thing he’s protesting against, but keeping himself in check.

“Min.” Placing a hand on his cheek, you draw his gaze back to yours. “I’m already yours. Didn’t you know that?”

His resolve breaks and with unearthly speed he crushes his mouth to yours. It’s a rough kiss, needy, stealing your breath as it bruises your lips. You kiss him back just as eagerly. Just as hungrily.

His tongue trails from your chin to the perfect spot on your neck, where your scent is the most potent, and his fangs slip forth, tracing circles on your skin as he readies himself. Despite their sharpness, the light touch of the elongated canines tickles, and you giggle slightly at the sensation.

“Sorry,” he pants, so worked up already at the mere thought of sinking his fangs in, and it occurs to you how much he must hold himself back all the time. You want him to let go for once.

“Do it, Min. Claim me.”

With a growl, he does.

Sharp teeth pierce your skin, a momentary sting that makes you cry out, before his lips latch around the puncture and he begins to suckle.

Pleasure. Overwhelming, consuming, extraordinary pleasure courses through you. Falling limp against the couch, you close your eyes in bliss as Jimin sucks at your neck. A hand in your hair tangles and tugs, locking your head in place while he drinks from your veins, but you couldn’t care less about the pain. All you know is ecstasy, intense and true.

Despite his demonic nature, Jimin is in heaven. The delectable taste of your rich blood is even better than your mouthwatering scent. It’s unbelievable. Pure ambrosia, and as he swallows another decadent mouthful, his eyes flutter shut as well.

“Mine. All mine now,” he snarls into you, lapping away lasciviously.

“Forever,” you sigh dreamily, high on his venom, his touch. He glances up at you, eyes burning bright red, and the sight should terrify you, this otherworldly creature staring at you, mouth smeared with scarlet, with your blood, but it’s Jimin, your Jimin, and you know there’s nothing to fear.

He begins to rock against you, and in your delirious haze you realize how hard he is, cock rubbing between your legs, and the friction mixing with the unending bliss flowing through you is too much. You tumble over the edge, falling into the infinite oblivion of an unexpected orgasm, which goes on and on as Jimin continues to drink.

He allows himself to enjoy another gulp, and then he forces himself to lap at the marks, healing them, sealing them shut with his tongue. You’ll have a scar there soon. To humans, it will look like little pinpricks, tiny dots marring otherwise flawless skin, but to other vampires, it’s a sign that you’re claimed, traces of his venom lingering forever in the wounds to prevent anyone else from touching you.

From taking what is his.

Eyes closing again, a peaceful calm steals over you, and you drift away.

When you awake, Jimin looks like his normal self again. He’s kneeling by the couch, warm brown orbs observing you attentively from beneath his bangs. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you reply, lifting a hand, intending to caress his cheek, but your limbs feel heavy, your hand slapping back onto your thigh uselessly. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, it takes a while for the venom to wear off,” Jimin informs you, carefully helping you sit up. He moves you so you sit between his legs, pulling your back flush against his chest. Then he grabs a glass of orange juice sitting on the end table. “Here. Take a sip.”

Your lips wrap around the straw, thirstily sucking down the sweet liquid. After a minute, he switches the glass for a cookie. “Eat this.”

You chew for a minute. “Do you always feed your meals like they just visited the Bloodmobile?”

He huffs a laugh. “Just the ones I care about.” His chin rests on your shoulder as you finish your snack, and you press a crumbly kiss to his cheek.

Despite how soft he’s being right now, you can still feel his hard length pressing into your lower back, and you wiggle slightly, laughing as he curses quietly.

“Should we do something about that?”

“Not now. You need to rest for a little.”

You begin to scoff, but still can’t raise your arms without feeling like you’re swimming through molasses, so perhaps he’s right. He seems to sense your frustration.

“Don’t worry, baby, we have plenty of time for that later.” You preen at the pet name. His fingers skate down your arms, tucking you into his embrace, and with a happy hum your head lolls back against his shoulder. “Sleep now. I’ll take care of you when you wake.”

“Forever?” you ask, yawning widely, feeling sleep pulling you down again.

“Forever,” he promises, and you dream of red eyes and neverending delights.

#fic: claim #thank you 💜#lovely moots #kkulfm 2 #reader reactions

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