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> I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS | ONESHOT>
> CHRISTMAS AU— tooth-ache inducing fluff>
> WORDCOUNT— 4,479>
> PAIRING— kim seokjin x single parent!reader>
> A/N: this oneshot is part of a collaboration with @chimchimsauce > for her 12 Days of > Christmas advent!>
> Motherhood was one of the best things to have ever happened to you. > Your daughter was the light of your life; your reason to keep going > every morning. When you found out you were pregnant with Daeun, you > had expected her father to stay. You two were young, dumb and > supposedly _madly in love_. But the moment you broke the news to > your ex, he split and was never heard from again. It was hard > raising Daeun on your own, especially in a society that stigmatized > single parents, but you did it all for her. Daeun truly was the > light at the end of your tunnel. She reminded you of yourself— > instead of watching YouTube on a sparkly new iPad like all the other > girl and boys her age, Daeun found enjoyment in playing with your > old toy kitchen playset. While other children wore brand new clothes > toting this year’s most popular superhero or princess, Daeun > learned the concept of ‘vintage’, which was code for > hand-me-downs. Your daughter never cared that money was tight, which > meant that she couldn’t always get what she wanted, because her > heart was always set on one irreplaceable thing that money could > never buy— that missing puzzle piece in her small family of two.>
> Today, Daeun had decided to wear rainbow leggings, a brown skirt— > despite it being the middle of winter— and a fuzzy pink sweater. > Her sense of style was honest to god horrible, reminding you of your > college buddy’s obsession with mismatched Gucci pieces that were > both gaudy, yet somehow tasteful. Smiling to yourself, you scrolled > through your phone waiting to pass the time while Daeun scuttled > about at her toy kitchen. And just like clockwork, as soon as your > digital clock hit noon, there was a knock at your door and your > daughter rushed to answer. “Daeun,” you shouted from the sofa, > grabbing her attention, “What do you say when there’s a stranger > at the door?” She gave you a puzzled look, a tiny smile plastered > on her cherubic face. “But it’s just Jin, mama, and he’s your > best friend!” A muffled giggle, which belonged to none other than > Kim Seokjin, wafted through the door. “Who is it?” Daeun’s > tiny, unassertive voice inquired. A low, baritone voice replied > curtly, “Min Yoongi.”>
> Wide-eyed with fear, Daeun glanced at you over her shoulder. She did > not know this person named Min Yoongi, who, in reality, was just Jin > pretending to be his grumpy coworker. Seokjin’s prank had clearly > caught her off guard because she looked like she was about to burst > into tears. Seokjin could sense her discomfort from the other side > of the wooden barrier and he was quick to rectify his mistake, > “Daeun, it’s just me. It was a joke, I’m sorry!” The girl > was beside herself with both fear and anxiety— two feelings both > so new to her at the ripe young age of six. She was scared that > there really was a strange man at the door, and worried because she > had almost let him in. “Oh honey,” you cooed, pushing off the > sofa and scooping your daughter into your arms. “It’s okay, > don’t cry.” With one hand, you skillfully unlocked and opened > the door, waving Jin into your abode. “See? It’s just Jin!” > Daeun’s tearful frown morphed into a bright smile when she saw the > blonde man before her. She wiggled out of your hold, muttering > something about ‘not being a baby anymore’, and clung onto > Jin’s legs, effectively trapping him in the doorway, slushy winter> boots and all.
>
> It was endearing to see your daughter so comfortable with another > man. In fact, besides your dad, Kim Seokjin was the closest thing > Daeun had to a father figure in her life. She loved him— always > telling you she wanted to marry Jin when she got older. And Seokjin, > being the kind-hearted man that he was, would play along with her > childish daydreams. Unbeknownst to Daeun, both you and Jin had > decided to not disclose your romantic relationship to your then > four-year-old daughter, due to not wanting her to get too attached. > It was for the best, although hiding a big part of yourselves from > your daughter was painful. There were moments when you both believed > Daeun noticed the stray caresses or longing looks shared between the > two of you, but in her childlike wonder, she continued to call Jin > your ‘best friend’. The fact that she was so comfortable around > Seokjin made your nervous; how would she respond when you decided to > disclose your relationship with him? Would she be hurt that it had > been kept a secret? Or thrilled at the aspect of her mom having a> boyfriend?
>
> “Daeunie, I thought you were mad at me,” Jin said as he removed > his winter gear. He jokingly wrapped his scarf around the small > girl’s head, covering her like a mummy. “No!” Daeun fumbled > with the woolen fabric until she had made a small face hole for > herself, “I just thought you were a bad guy and I was scared that- > that mama would be mad for letting him in…” Now free of the > confining garb, Seokjin kneeled down to level himself with your > daughter. “Daeunie, sweetie,” he began, “You are a very smart > girl, someone who’s brave and fearless. I just surprised you by > playing a mean prank, and I’m sorry.” The blonde smoothed your > daughter’s hair down and pressed his cheek to her head > affectionately. “Forgive me,” Jin said, his plush lips peeling > into a sorry smile. “Pretty please?” Daeun pulled back from > Seokjin’s warm embrace, giving the man a skeptical look. > “Hmmm,” the master manipulator feigned disinterest, causing Jin > to fluster considerably. “I’ll give you three piggyback > rides!” Daeun remained stone-faced. “I’ll convince your mother > to give you ice cream for dinner!”>
> “Seokjin,” you warned, eyes pointedly glaring at him.>
> “Okay, maybe not,” he replied with a sheepish grin. Suddenly, > Daeun clapped her hands together as she hopped up and down, “A > makeover!” Jin acquiesced quickly, seemingly under the presumption > that he would be giving the makeover. The young girl ran off towards > your bedroom in search of beauty items, granting you and your > boyfriend a few scant minutes alone. “So,” you muse, striding > over and wrapping yourself around his broad chest. “When is Santa > going to pay us a visit?” Seokjin had agreed to play ‘Santa’ > for Daeun this year, due to her growing skepticism about the > mythical Saint Nicholas. He hummed contemplatively, probably > formulating one of his dirty dad jokes. “Depends, have you been > naughty?” Jin’s hand began to wander down your sides, before > settling on your hips, his lithe fingers trailing just under the > waist of your pants. Soft, supple lips enveloped yours in a > passionate kiss—tongue and all— despite the fact that your > six-year-old daughter was one room away. “Or nice,” he added > somewhat breathlessly, palming the flesh of your bottom. You jerk > away, trying your best not to laugh at his lascivious joke.>
> Jin continued the barrage of crude humor, “I know Santa’s got a > _big package_ just for you, Y/N.” You scoff at his poor attempt at > comedy, “Oh God Jin, that was so cheesy.” Despite your > nonchalant dismissal of his jokes, you both knew his puns were > secretly your guilty pleasure. “C’mon, baby. I know Saint > Nick’s got three ho’s, but you’re the only one I want to ride > on my sleigh.” He broke into his characteristic windshield-wiper > laughter, curling over himself as he slapped his knee. You joined > him in his merriment, laughing so hard tears begin to form in the > junctions of your eyes. Your daughter returned with arms full of > makeup and hair products, bewilderment evident on her face. “What > are you laughing at?” The two of you regained your composure > before Seokjin sat down on a nearby ottoman. “Wanna hear the funny > joke I told your mom?” You shudder, knowing his child-friendly > jokes are even more cringe-inducing than his naughty ones. Daeun > settles herself at Jin’s feet, looking up at him with her big doe > eyes. The blonde clears his throat dramatically, “What happens if > you eat too many Christmas decorations?”>
> “Uhhh,” Daeun scratches her head, then relents. “I dunno.”>
> “You get _tinsel_-itis!” Cue his maniacal laughing and Daeun’s > bubbling giggle. Once their laughter quelled, your daughter > remembers her initial purpose for her trip to your bedroom, and she > gathers the items she dropped on the floor. “Jinnie, come here,” > Daeun waves at the man blushing due to his bestowed nickname. He > obliges and sits cross-legged before the six-year-old, ready to > begin her makeover. Seokjin’s taken aback when she twists the tube > of bright red lipstick and shoddily applies it to his lips.> “Wha-”
>
> Daeun interrupts him with a shush. “No talking during your > makeover!” You shook your head, pleasantly surprised that your > daughter could be so cunning. Jin, on the other hand looks like > he’s about to pass out, his ‘beautiful skin’ being tarnished > by the grubby hands of Daeun. And yet, he stays and lets her apply > makeup haphazardly without a single complaint. Daeun truly did have > Kim Seokjin wrapped around her tiny pinky finger.>
> •·················•·················•>
> Clad in matching a-line plaid red dresses, you and Daeun looked like > the dictionary definition of ‘Family Holiday Card’. She wore > white stockings and red mary janes, while you settled on simple > black heels and candy cane earrings. Although you both had dressed > up, something which Daeun loved to do, you could tell she was > feeling perturbed. Usually, she was rambunctious like any other > child her age, but today she was on the quieter side— more sullen > and reserved than usual. Sitting you daughter on your lap, you begin > to broach the subject carefully. “Daeun, baby… What’s > bothering you?” She looked away, stubbornly refusing to answer. > Unfortunately, her hard-headedness was one traits she inherited from > your ex. “Nothing,” she pouted as she looked at her dangling > legs. “Daeun, look at me,” you asserted, grabbing her attention > immediately. The small girl looked at you, tears brimming in her > eyes as she hiccuped her confession. “Mama… They’re so> mean.”
>
> “Who? Who is mean, sweetheart?”>
> “My classmates,” she explained between choked sobs, wet spots > staining the crimson of her fancy dress. “They- They said Santa > wasn’t real and they made fun of me for being a baby!” Your > heart clenched for your daughter’s shattered innocence, but you > knew this time would come soon enough— but not on the same day > that Daeun was supposed to meet ‘Santa’. Wrapping your arms > around her small frame, you cuddled her into your chest in an > attempt to soothe her. “Daeun, just because they can’t see Santa > doesn’t mean he’s _not_ real,” you insist in an attempt to > preserve her innocence. “In fact, I think he may be paying you a > visit today to ask what you want for Christmas!” The pure, > unfiltered joy that returned to your daughter’s eyes was > indescribable; Daeun was mature in a sense— she valued the little > things in life, even more so than most people your own age.>
> “Is he really coming, mama?”>
> You nodded with a wide grin, “I promise! Mr. Santa heard you were > a very good girl this year.”>
> Daeun responded with a small gasp, tiny hands covering her mouth in > shock. “And I can ask for anything?” Again, you nodded in > agreement. The past few years, Daeun only asked for one or two > things, but this year Seokjin agreed to help with funds for a > bigger, better Christmas gift for your daughter. You knew she had > been eyeing the latest Hatchimal that most of her friends had, and > you’d do everything in your power to give her the one thing that > she wanted. “But no pets, okay Daeunie? I already told Santa that > our apartment doesn’t allow pets!” She let out a soft ‘aw’ > in defeat before jumping off your lap and grabbing a cookie off a > nearby plate. Just as she was going for a second, the front door > creaked open followed by a ridiculously handsome Santa Claus walking > in. Due to forgoing the potbelly, Jin looked like a younger version > of Kris Kringle— if he were a model.>
> “Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas, Miss Daeun!” Said girl sprinted > towards the man in red, eyes wide with excitement. “Santa! > You’re real!” Seokjin, in his most believable rendition of a > Santa voice, chuckled, “Of course I am, I came to visit a very > special girl today.” Your daughter tugged Santa towards the plate > of cookies she had laid out for him, “I made you sugar cookies > with lots of sprinkles!” Seokjin grabbed a cookie and bit into it, > overacting every single mannerism, although Daeun seemed to not > notice. After settling into the nearby armchair, ‘Santa’ patted > his lap signaling Daeun to sit. “Miss Daeun, someone told me that > you were a really good girl this year! All A’s in every > subject?” She nodded with a proud smile, her cheeks flushed from > the praise. “Yup! Mama says I’m a smart girl!”>
> “Well then, I certainly think you earned the right to anything you > want this Christmas, Daeun,” ‘Santa’ said as he patted her > shoulder. Your daughter sat contemplatively on your boyfriend’s > knee, her eyes following something unseen. “I want- Well- It’s a > secret, okay Santa?” Jin nodded, the fluffy white beard bouncing > as he did so. Daeun leaned into him, her hand cupping around his ear > so as to hide her words. You studied Jin’s expression, gauging his > reaction. Much to your surprise, his eyes widened into saucers > almost as large as the wire-framed glasses he wore. “O-Oh, Daeun, > that’s a lot to ask for,” Seokjin stuttered as he gawked at you. > He recovered quickly, though, continuing with more positivity, > “But I’ll do anything to make sure your wish comes true.” It > was as if Jin was speaking to Daeun as himself rather than > ‘Santa’, which made your heart melt. The young girl cheered > giddily, wrapping her arms around the suited man. You took a photo, > capturing the tender moment on film— it was times like these where > you felt the overwhelming love you had for both your daughter and> Kim Seokjin.
>
> “Well, Miss Daeun,” Jin exclaimed, rubbing his back mockingly. > “This old man has to go see other good little boys and girls.” > Your daughter gave the jolly man in red one last hug before > sprinting off to her room, most likely to play with her dolls before > bedtime. Making sure the coast was clear, Seokjin removed his beard, > wig and hat, sighing at his release from the torturous devices. > Silently, he pulled you into his torso, breath ghosting on the crown> of your head.
>
> “Thank you for doing this,” you murmur against his chest, the > sinewy pectoral muscles softened by the fake white trim of Santa’s > coat. “I know it’s not easy dating someone with a child.” > Seokjin inhaled sharply, a hand coming to card through his hair. > “About that,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “She- She told > me what she wanted for Christmas and I don’t know if I can fulfill > her wish…” You peer up at the blonde man before you and study > his face; his eyes were searching somewhere far beyond you— as if > he were looking a thousand miles away. “She said,” he began, > choking on his words once more, “She said she wanted a dad.”>
> “A dad?” You repeated, simultaneously perplexed and awestruck. > Your sweet, darling Daeun had never once mentioned such a sentiment. > Any other single parent might feel a numbing inadequacy that their > single-parent household was not enough for their child, but you— > you felt happy. Perhaps this was your daughter’s way of telling > you she had accepted Seokjin and was comfortable enough with him > being a permanent presence in her life. After mulling this fact over > for a few seconds, you glanced back up at your boyfriend, only to > see his rich brown eyes brimming with tears. “It’s time we tell > her,” he sighed, a smile peeling at the corner of his lips. > “Daeun should know her mom has found someone that can make her > Christmas wish come true.” The Santa hat he once held now lay in a > pool of discarded items, as you two engaged in a kiss full of > passion and promise; a promise of love, a promise of a happy family. > As you and Seokjin stood entwined in one another’s embrace, your > daughter peeked her head into the living room, excited to show you > her styled doll, only to see someone who looks vaguely like Santa > Claus kissing you, her mother.>
> •·················•·················•>
> “Smile,” the waiter exclaimed as the flash of Jin’s cell phone > nearly blinded the three of you. Daeun blinked, scrunching her nose > in discomfort. Seokjin sighed dramatically as he looked at the > picture, his hands ruffling his hair. “Aigoo, I look so old! Is > that a wrinkle on my forehead? Y/N, we need to retake it.” The > blonde raised his hand, ready to flag down another server, but you > stopped him. “Jin, you look way younger than 27. Plus, the > restaurant is swamped tonight, so please just let it go.” Framing > his face with a thumb and index finger, Jin cockily wiggled an > eyebrow. “Do you promise I’m the most handsome man in the > world?” You knew the man was just fishing for compliments, but > nevertheless, Seokjin’s cheekiness never ceased to amaze you. “I > hope you go bald, Kim Seokjin.”>
> While Jin sulked over your joke, Daeun busied herself by doodling in > a sketchpad. You recognized yourself— partially due to the red and > white triangle dress somewhat resembling your own. Next to you was a > smaller stick figure, presumably Daeun herself. There was one last > stick person: a bald man with crude red bowtie. Gesturing at the > unfamiliar figure, you ask your daughter who she supposedly drew. > “Who’s this, honey?” Daeun scoffed as if it was obvious who > the mystery person was and points her red crayon across the table, > “mama, it’s Jinnie of course. Look at his bow!”>
> Seokjin leaned across the table, handing your daughter a paraffin > stick titled ‘unmellow yellow’. “But why didn’t you use this > color for my hair?” Daeun tilts her head innocently, eyes wide > with confusion. “Mom said you were gonna be bald…” You nearly > choke on your water as you try to stifle the laughter that > threatened to ruin the ambiance of your dinner. Seokjin looked > dumbfounded, and you were sure the man was about to give himself a > heart attack. Patting your daughter on the back, you praised her > work and gently steered the conversation away from Seokjin’s > impending baldness towards a more serious topic.>
> “Daeunie,” you said, rubbing your hand over the expanse of her > back. “Jin and I have something very important to tell you, okay? > Please put your crayons down and listen to us, and then you can go > back to drawing.” She nodded, giving both of you her undivided > attention. “First, honey, I want you to know that if anything we > say makes you upset, then let us know and we’ll stop,” you > inhaled sharply, making eye contact with Seokjin, who nodded in > encouragement, before continuing, “You know it’s always been > just us two for the longest time, and I couldn’t ask for anything > more. Having you was the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and > I’m glad you’re my little girl.” You planted a kiss on > Daeun’s cheek, which she happily accepted. “But mama’s been > hiding a really big secret from you, and she wants you to know > tonight because it’s a special day.”>
> Your daughter flashed a toothy grin, “Because it’s almost> Christmas!”
>
> “You’re right, sweetie. Because it’s Christmas Eve.” > Reaching across the table, you laced your fingers with > Seokjin’s— displaying a subtle, yet succinct level of intimacy. > “I wanted to tell you that Jin and I are a bit more than ‘best > friends’. Actually, we like each other very, very much. We’ve > liked each other for a very long time, and he makes me happy.” > Seokjin continued where you left off, and his hand trembling > slightly as he addressed your daughter. “I like your mom a lot, > Daeun. She’s a very special woman, and I want to be in her life— > and your life— for a long time. I know that initially, you may not > feel comfortable with me being around all the time, and that’s > okay. I will do whatever it takes for you to feel secure. Your > happiness matters to me too, because I’ve always thought of you as > a… daughter,” the last few words catch in Jin’s throat. What > he said clearly impacted him because his eyes were brimming with > unshed tears. He feared rejection— not just by others, but by the > most important person in your life. The last thing Kim Seokjin > wanted was to encroach on Daeun’s comfortable, stable life with> you.
>
> Daeun was reactionless. It worried you slightly, but, in all > honesty, no reaction was better than a tantrum. After a heavy bought > of silence, it appeared that Daeun had finally processed the > bombshell you’d dropped on her. A pair of unsure eyes stared at > you apprehensively, “So… does that mean I have a daddy now?” > You released Seokjin’s hand to instead cup your daughter’s face, > brushing down any fly-away hairs. “He doesn’t have to be if you > don’t want him to. I know this is a lot for you to process, and > we’re not expecting an answer from you right this minute.”>
> Suddenly, your daughter’s bottom lip puckered, followed by the > sound of a soft whimper. Trying to prevent her from crying, Seokjin > reached across the table and offered his hand. “Why don’t we > talk about this outside?” Although she initially looked surprised, > Daeun reluctantly agreed, before attempting to zip her coat up to no > avail. Once again displaying the utmost patience, Jin knelt down to > help with the zipper. Once the two found themselves in the crisp, > winter air, Daeun immediately scooped up a measly amount of snow and > chucked it at Jin. “Hey, that was rude. Just bec-”>
> “Mama belongs to Santa!” Daeun crossed her arms over her chest, > angered, yet somehow still adorable. “I saw her giving him a kiss! > So that means she doesn’t like you. Please don’t lie to me…” > Combing through his hair, Seokjin tried to conjure a reasonable > explanation for the actions your daughter had witnessed. Fat tears > rolled down Daeun’s cheeks, threatening to freeze her eyelashes. > “I ju-just want a dad to take me to d-daddy daughter > dan-dances,” she hiccuped. “I ge-et made fun of cuz I don’t > h-have anyone but m-m-mama.” Seokjin’s heart nearly broke at the > sight of your daughter so overcome with emotions over wanting a > father figure. He didn’t know if it was too direct, but his > instincts had him scooping Daeun into his arms. He stroked her hair, > effectively soothing her sobs into small sniffles. “Daeun, I’m > sorry if we made you think that we lied to you, but your mother and > I really do love each other. I was the one who actually dressed up > as Santa,” Jin explained. He felt bad for ruining the illusion of > jolly Saint. Nick, but assuaging Daeun’s worries were more > important. “Santa was supposed to come, but he got sick, and we > didn’t want you to be sad, so I borrowed his coat and hat!” That > explanation seemed to pacify her, and soon she was back to playing > with the freshly fallen snow, crafting another snowball from the > fresh powder before lobbing it at his legs. “Can we play like this > every Christmas, Jinnie?” Seokjin dipped his hand into an unbroken > mound of snow and retaliated, missing Daeun by a long-shot. “Of > course we can, Daeun. Nothing would make me happier.”>
> •·················•·················•>
> The years went by, and the three of you continued the same Christmas > Eve tradition: go out to eat dinner, followed by Jin and Daeun’s > infamous snowball fight. Each year that Daeun grew closer to > becoming a young adult, she would ditch more of her old values. > Unfortunately, that meant Santa was no longer of importance to > Daeun. Her affinity for vintage clothes changed to favor of more > stylish apparel, and asking for Barbie dolls soon became asking for > a cellphone. Because of her transition into early-adulthood, both > you and Seokjin worried that Daeun would outgrow the childish > tradition in favor of hanging out with her pre-teen friends. But > every year, she would have to practically drag Jin outside to play, > stating that ‘the cold will keep his face firm’.>
> This year, Daeun had hinted that she had a special gift for your > fiancé, although she never gave you more than a few vague clues. As > your small, unconventional family huddled around the Christmas tree, > you noticed Daeun nervously fiddling with a red envelope in her > lap— as the number of gifts slowly dwindled, the more fidgety she > became. Finally, after the last present had been distributed, Daeun > stood and cleared her throat. “This last gift is for you, Jin. I > know you promised to grant me this wish 8 years ago, but I think > it’s only right for me to be the one to let you know that I’m > ready.” She handed Seokjin the envelope, and both you and your > daughter studied his reaction as he opened it carefully.>
> _“Dear Jin,_
>
> _Thank you for being there for my mom when no one else was. You > treat her so well, and I am grateful for that. When I think of > ‘true love’ I think of the relationship you two share, and I > want to find the same type of romance when I grow older (also, > don’t worry, I won’t date until I’m at least a sophomore in > high school). I’d also like to thank you for being there for me. > You always supported me in school and in life. I’ll always > remember you being patient with people who questioned if you were my > biological father whenever you’d take me places, or the times when > we dressed up as twins for father-daughter dances. Thank you for > taking care of me and showing me that a real father doesn’t need > to carry the same DNA, but instead should carry the same > overwhelming feeling of love._>
> _Love,_
>
> _Daeun.”_
>
> Jin sniffled, trying his best to suppress the tears that reddened > his eyes. You wrapped your arm around Seokjin’s shoulder in an > attempt to comfort him, knowing how overwhelming it must have felt > to receive such a heartfelt letter. He clutched the note in his > hands, scared it would disappear at any moment. Watching as your > daughter reached behind her back to procure a long, flat parcel > wrapped in festive paper, you felt Jin stiffen. “Open it,” Daeun > insisted, placing the packet in his hands. Tentatively peeling away > the layers of wrapping paper, Seokjin gasped when he saw the > contents of the folder.>
> Adoption papers.>
> “Merry Christmas, Dad.” It seems inappropriate to scream _FUCK_ after reading such a beautiful, touching story but I absolutely must!!Keep reading
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10th Aug 2019
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> SUMMARY: A tragic brain aneurysm stole the life of your best friend > and no one took it harder than her husband, Namjoon. After locking > himself away to mourn for two years, he walks back into your life > with his precocious daughter in tow, ready to prepare her for > kindergarten. As you offer to help him acclimate to his new normal, > the opportunity to grow closer than friends kindles healing in both > of your hearts.>
> PAIRING: Namjoon x Reader>
> GENRE: Fluff, angst>
> WORD COUNT: 17,813 (for the series so far – in progress)>
> WARNINGS: SingleFather!Namjoon, mentions of death, excessive > cuteness, risk of cavities>
> A/N: I had a very compelling dream about Namjoon over a year ago and > it’s been marinating in my cream puff heart ever since. This is> how it began.
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> CHAPTERS: 01
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> | 05 | 06 | …?>
> EXCERPT:
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> _He grins and diverts his gaze toward the floor to his left, > murmuring something you can’t quite make out. You take a couple > steps closer to the edge of the counter to see him lean down and > pick up a little girl. She’s grown a lot since you’ve last seen > her, but she is still every bit as adorable, donning ebony pigtail > braids and a light blue sundress…Her eyes are full of wonder as > they soak in her surroundings, but the moment she sees you, she > tries to bury her face in her father’s neck. The sight is so > endearing and sweet you feel as though you’ll melt into a puddle._>
> _“We’re here to get a library book,” Namjoon answers, before > redirecting his attention to the girl in his arms. “Jaeah, this is > ___. She’s one of Daddy’s friends. She’s a librarian. Want to > say hello to her?”_>
> READ NOW ON AO3>
>
> _Copyright © 2018-2019 by dark-muse-iris. All rights reserved._ There’s nothing that makes me _x_ out of a story sooner than the inclusion - and main featuring - of children. Needless to say, single parent aus are not my thing. That may be why it took me a long while to get around to reading this fic, but I recently re-read some of my favourites from Iris and I thought, _goddamnit, I love her characters so much, I bet even this scenario will enthrall me_. And of course it did. A very gentle and fuzzy enthralling. Oh my God. It’s been a long time since I read something so unabashedly fluffy. But it also packs such an (imo unrivalled) emotional punch that I teared up during Namjoon’s POV chapter. There’s nothing I love to read more in fics than real people with real feelings, navigating the mundane, the awkwardness, and the dramas of life. I do love a good slice of life au, which is why this fic appeals to me so much despite my initial reservation. This isn’t written as so much a fantasy (daddy isn’t a perfectly-coiffed CEO with hired nannies and an incidental child) but an honest depiction of single parenting and the difficulties (and joys!) that come with. Grief is delicately explored, too. It’s wonderfully fascinating and thought-provoking. I especially appreciated the maturity with which Eunhee’s involvement was handled. She’s as large a character in this story as the two leads, even though she’s deceased. And that’s really something to be lauded when a tendency with single parent!aus is to gloss over the previous partner (whether they be deceased or divorced) in favour of the reader insert. They’re also often villainised. So that subversion from my expectations was really refreshing, too. And it’s well-known I enjoy my slow burns, of which this is god-tier. I desperately, desperately want the two of them to be happy. Whether that’s together, apart, or supporting each other in some other, platonic way, I just want what’s best for these people. Wonderful work and absolutely worth your time reading. I really wish I’d read it earlier.* #namjoon
* #singleparent!au
* #fluff
* #angst
* #series
* #ongoing
* #dark-muse-iris
7th Aug 2019
SOURCE: dark-muse-iris2,298 notes
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kittae
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> HELIOTROPE
>
>
> PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x reader>
> SIDE CHARACTERS: Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin>
> SUMMARY: A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic > erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the > rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in > everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering > lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from > scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly > demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings > (or better yet, between your legs).>
> GENRE: Smut, fluff, a bit of comedy here and there. Maybe some > angst, who knows.>
> ↠ 1. The Talk>
>
> ↠ 2. Game Over>
I accidentally read the 2nd part of this before the 1st, not realising this was a series, but i was so happy to see there was more to readafter!!!
Omg. Okay.
Firstly, I love Taehyung’s character in this. It subverts expectations when one thinks of a pornstar. He’s endearingly ditzy, stubborn, and difficult to control, which is _hilarious_. I really feel for Yoongi here!!! But their partnership is also super adorable. He puts up with it all and loves him despite the difficulties of working with him. ALSO, if Yoongi isn’t reading my mind when he said women no longer want his _glitter sunshine porn_ (i fucking snorted) but are increasingly going for more things like degradation *pulls on collar*. Tae + _that_ = jackpot. YOONGI IS RIGHT. I stopped watching that kinda romantic, vanilla, softly lit stuff because it came a bit too tame for me LMAO. The second part!!!! I love, love, love the MC so far. How she covered for Tae, tried to reassure him, etc. It’s so cute how flustered he was getting. This instalment gave me such the confusing boner bc on the one hand Tae is manspreading with a giant bulge and I wanna sit on that honey, and on the other hand he’s blushing and stuttering and– HE’S SO CUTE. I CAN’T. This was addictively, brilliantly written and so funny. I cannot WAITto read more.
* #taehyung
* #pornstar!au
* #smut
* #comedy
* #series
* #ongoing
* #kittae
* #favourite
30th Jul 2019
SOURCE: kittae
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SWEETNESS.
underthejoon
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>
> Originally posted by nochuie>
> The sting of uncertainty has been eating away at you all evening. > Uncertainty. Guilt. Maybe a little bit of, dare you say, > jealousy? It’s a rather unpleasant cocktail of ugly emotions that > brew in your belly as you watch him from across the room. He is > effortless in his charm and the pretty brunette beside him has > definitely taken notice even if he hasn’t. Jungkook isn’t one > to pick up on the obvious signs of women fawning over him and again, > you feel as though you could scream.>
> Not that you have the right to any of those emotions. You were the > one that created the distance that now forces these feelings down > your throat. You were the one that drove him away when all he wanted> was closeness.
>
> It wasn’t even days ago that Jungkook told you he wanted you. And > not just as a friend. Not just as the person he buries himself > inside night after night in secrecy. He _really_ wanted you. > Exclusively and openly. Officially you and him for the rest of your > friends and the word to see. He said he cared about you. Said you > made him feel all sorts of lovesick every time you kissed his lips, > shared his bed, wore his clothes. Jungkook told you he wanted you > and you shut him down.>
> Not just once, though once was heart breaking enough as it was. When > the look in his eyes went from hopeful and timid to forlorn and > defeated. His lips had just been on your body. His dick had just > speared you silly and still, you made him believe his feelings were > misplaced. That they were not reciprocated despite the fact that > they most certainly were. Likely tenfold.>
> But he didn’t give up like you thought he might. He pleaded with > you through the haste of throwing your clothes back on. He assured > you that there was no need to rush into it. That he’d wait and do > what he could to show you he was sincere. He offered himself up to > you, raw and unabashed. Vulnerable and tender in his admiration and > still you denied him the truth he deserved. Instead you served him > deceit. You made him feel as though months of stolen kisses, sweat > soaked sheets and soft whispers in the dark meant more to him that > it did to you.>
> Keep reading
>
Dear god, this is absolutely breathtaking. I tore through this quicker than anything (and it takes me forever to read things). I was literally just on Fal’s page to reblog this to my to-read blog but I glimpsed the first couple of paragraphs and I COULDN’T STOP. Her writing is the epitome of addictive, moving, soul-wrenching. Like. There’s not a line of dialogue in here - which is revolutionary in itself - and it just makes it the most intimate, heartfelt thing. A solemn introspection. Like a diary entry u read with desperate fascination; u can’t look away. And as the writer of this diary records their woeful encounter with a lost love, u only hope the entry concludes happily. I won’t spoil it because it deserves to be readblind. Beautiful.
* #jungkook
* #angst
* #fluff
* #drabble
* #underthejoon
* #favourite
30th Jul 2019
SOURCE:
underthejoon
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BLOOM | KNJ {M}
meant-for-dreaming
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>
>
>> _Family is who you kill for. Who you die for. In this society, you >> and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders >> absolute. But when such orders command you to abandon what little >> honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in >> lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. >> That is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, >> and a love for coaxing the world into BLOOM._>
> PAIRING: assassin!reader x florist!namjoon > GENRE: smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff> WORDS: 20.7k
> CONTAINS: descriptions of violence & blood, weapons, minor character > death, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f), protected piv, multiple smut > scenes, namjoon talks to his plants > A/N: this piece challenged every ounce of my creativity (in the best > of ways) & i’m so ecstatic to share it with you all! i tried my > best with the floral research, please forgive me for any> inaccuracies.
> part of the @btssmutclub> summer collab!
>
> Night is coming.>
> With steady hands, you draw taupe curtains on windows that reflect > the light of a dying sun, melting into the horizon to pave the way > for the illustrious moon. The space now cast in darkness, you follow > the trail of shadows to the full-length mirror that lines a wall in > the entryway of this hotel room.>
> “Lights on, 60%.”>
> You tilt your head to a side, scrutinizing the dress that hangs > loosely from your figure, done in a muted, subtle navy. With no > loose threads to be found, you focus on your hair, on the carefully > pinned bun and the solitary tendrils that weave their way down the > side of your face. Just below, two earrings, diamond studs, add just > a hint of distracting sparkle. But the most important accessory of > your night will be the ring on your right hand’s middle finger, > and the thin, imperceptible needle hidden inside, filled with > exactly one dose of lethality.>
> From the designer purse that sits at your side, you extract your > mini-communicator. A few taps has the hologram pixilating to life, > bursting from the screen as you confirm the details of your mission. > Tonight, you intend on making the acquaintance of one Park Siyeon. > Multi-millionaire. Entrepreneur. _Target_.>
> Keep reading
>
WOW. WELL. I’m extremely thankful that Rain and I crossed paths on Twitter the other day so that I could come to read this fic.Because.
It is just PHENOMENAL. P. H. E. N. O. M. E. N. A. L. I know I tend to rant a lot about anything I like, but I do NOT say the following words lightly: THIS WAS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE. I have read so many authors on here and I can say without any shadow of a doubt in my mind that Rain is a stupendous writer. One of the best. Like, top 5 best. I’m not exaggerating. I was fucking astounded from the get-go.Keep reading
* #namjoon
* #assassin!au
* #smut
* #thriller
* #angst
* #oneshot
* #meant-for-dreaming* #favourite
29th Jul 2019
SOURCE:
hobidreams
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MUSE (M)
gimmesumsuga
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> _THE ONE WHERE YOU AND NAMJOON STAY AFTER HOURS. _>
> PAIRING: NAMJOON X READER>
> WARNINGS: Pure PWP (porn without plot), sex in a public setting, > fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex.>
> WORD COUNT: 2.3K>
> AUTHOR NOTES: This is by no means a masterpiece, but god damn it, I > was just in the mood…>
> Originally posted by 94sgf-remade>
> The sight of Kim Namjoon sat hunched over with a pen and paper in > hand is no doubt a familiar one and yet, somehow, it still manages > to make you smile.>
> Some might feel annoyed to discover their significant other still > hard at work long after the rest of their colleagues have gone home > - for them to have chosen to stay behind in an empty green room > rather than come to bed with you - but when you see him > concentrating so hard, completely oblivious to your arrival, > that’s not at all what you feel.>
> You feel endeared. You feel proud. You feel_ love_.>
> “Planning on staying here all night?” You smile as Namjoon > startles a little in the plastic seat in which he sits, folding your > arms and resting your hip against the doorframe as his eyes dart up > from the page. He blinks rapidly at you, mouth slightly agape.>
> No doubt he probably would stay if it weren’t for you disturbing > him but it’s 12 am, recording finished hours ago, and you’ve > killed as much time as you can possibly manage to. You’d > chauffeured the rest of the group home, even going so far as to stay > for a little while at the dorm once you’d gotten there, but > there’s only so long you can stave off the longing for the comfort > of your own home - your own bed.>
> Namjoon smiles at you once his tired eyes have been sufficiently > remoistened, flashing those dimples that make your heart pit-a-pat> just so.
>
> “Inspiration waits for no man,” he says as his gaze falls back > to the page not a moment later, his teeth finding his bottom lip as > his pen begins to write anew.>
> Perhaps from anyone else the line might sound pretentious, but not > when it comes from Namjoon. You, more than anyone, know how humble > he is and how much sincerity is in those words; how seriously he > takes his responsibility as a leader and songwriter; how often > he’ll sacrifice himself, day or night, should his muse command> it.
>
> Take now, for example. He was out of bed at 6 this morning - in > the make up chair for 7 - and even now he’s still wearing the > clothes the stylist gave him earlier, his hair still perfectly held > in place by god knows whatever product it’s full of. He must be > exhausted and yet they hide it so well; so handsome that it nearly > makes you swoon every time you look at him.>
> It doesn’t help how well the leather pants they’ve put him in > cling to his thighs - nor the way he’s spreading them so far open > as he balances a pad on the left.>
> A wicked thought pops into your mind, one that has you glancing > behind you up and down the deserted hallway and then stepping into > the room and closing the door firmly behind you, an equally sinful > smile on your face as you lean back against it.>
> “What about for a woman?” Ever so slowly, Namjoon’s attention > lifts from the page, his curiosity piqued by the silky softness of > your tone, one of his eyebrows arching as he notes the bite of your > lip and gentle side to side rocking of your hips.>
> Keep reading
>
JEEEEEESUS H. ROOSEVELT CHRIST this hit the right spot this evening. Steph is, as always, not only extremely skilled in wielding English but also weaponising it until I’m a fuckin’ puddle on the floor. Idek. The way she writes Namjoon fucking gets to me. She knows how much I love Sweeter Than Sweet Namjoon. He’s sweeter here but still dadDY AF AND I WANT TO DREAM OF THIS TONIGHT. OOOFff. THE DIRTY TALK. I– WHEN HE ASKED HER ~THAT~ I PRACTICALLY EVAPORATED. Hot and sexy and sophisticated smut. YUS.* #namjoon
* #idol!au
* #smut
* #drabble
* #gimmesumsuga
* #favourite
28th Jul 2019
SOURCE:
gimmesumsuga
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taeken-my-heart
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> SUMMARY: YOUR MOM CALLS YOU STUBBORN, YOUR FRIENDS CALL YOU WILD, > AND THE BOYS YOU’VE LEFT IN YOUR WAKE CALL YOU A FRIGID BITCH. > YOU’VE BUILT A LIFE OF INDEPENDENCE AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY. > KIM TAEHYUNG, HOWEVER; SEEMS TO BE ABLE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND.>
> PAIRING: TAEHYUNG X READER>
> GENRE: FLUFF, MILD ANGST>
> WORD COUNT: 4648>
> WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER IS JUST AN ANGST FEST, I’M SORRY! NEXT > CHAPTER GETS BETTER, I PROMISE!>
> **THERE IS A READ MORE LINKED BUT IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BE WORKING > AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT. I’M SORRY! TT>
>
> *************>
> Spring semester was a misleading name. It indicated that it was > going to be warm; flowers blooming, rivers and streams melting and > warming, getting ready for the impending summer swim parties>
> But this, no this was not spring; not yet, at least. A fresh 6 > inches of snow greeted you on your reentry to university and after > warm greetings to your housemates and giving Charlotte the gifts, > you’d brought her from Paris, it was back to campus to buy your > textbooks and seek out your classrooms in preparation for classes> the next day.
>
> Keep reading
>
Okay, so I’ve been reading this fic where I can over the past couple of weeks and I Have Many Thoughts That I Must Express. I apologise if my thoughts are a bit all over the place, but there are quite a few things I need to yell about, here!!Keep reading
* #taehyung
* #f2l!au
* #college!au
* #slow burn
* #fluff
* #angst
* #series
* #ongoing
* #taeken-my-heart
* #favourite
22nd Jul 2019
SOURCE: taeken-my-heart62 notes
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lamourche
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>
> PAIRING: Hoseok/Reader>
> GENRE/AU: college!au, sortafuckboy!hobi, definitelyfratboy!hobi, > hookup to friends to lovers>
> TAGS: freeform, smut and fluff, recreational drug use, theoretical > threesomes, lots of smutty times, happy ending,>
> WORDS: 12,597
>
> A/N:
>
> Me: This time it will be different, just smut - no plot, no happy > ending, no attempts at character development.>
> Narrator Voice: This time it was not different, although there was> some smut.
>
> SUMMARY:
>
> The second time you hook up with Jung Hoseok, he doesn’t remember > the first time.>
> You’re surprised. It was only a few weeks ago, and you were in a > broom closet. That has to be different, right? (Well, not really, > you’ll learn.)>
> ***
>
> Keep reading
>
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow. I don’t know where to start with this?? I felt so many things?? Have so many things I wantto say??
Keep reading
* #hoseok
* #college!au
* #smut
* #fluff
* #oneshot
* #lamourche
* #favourite
22nd Jun 2019
SOURCE: lamourche
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btshodown
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>
> Originally posted by rapnamu>
> _I’ve been having a lot of Joon feels, so this fic will also be in > the perspective of him, just like in the Hobi one. I hope I can > capture him well. Anyway, hope you enjoy and let me know what you> think?_
>
> _EDIT: So I went ahead and finally edited this little fic. I was > never happy with how I ended it and wanted to change it somehow, but > I actually like how it started. So I just added 1.2k+ of dialogue > and detail toward the end. I’m much more content with it this time > around and maybe I’ll add some small drabbles to it. <3_>
> _ _Genre: Light smut / Slightly charred marshmallows>
> Recommended song: Company by Justin Bieber>
> Word Count: _2,735k _4,003k>
> The smell of liquor, perfume and cologne permeate the air around > Namjoon as he looks around the bar he chose for his lonely night. > The rest of the boys should be asleep in this moment and something > about being in an unfamiliar country, in an unfamiliar city, > drinking in an unfamiliar bar by his lonesome brought him some sense > of peace. Lately, the idol rapper had been staring at the hotel > ceilings, wondering why his thoughts wouldn’t let him finally > close his eyes and follow his friends off into that dreamscape.>
> So, he found himself in this bar with unfamiliar faces in hopes that > he could distract his tired mind and finally claim the sleep he > desperately needed. He couldn’t afford to show up to the concert > in two days, exhausted and upset. ARMY’s didn’t deserve to have > him performing so half-heartedly.>
> “Penny for your thoughts?”>
> Keep reading
>
This was a wonderful, unexpectedly emotional piece to read. I thought I was in for some wham, bam, -thank-you-ma’am, but it was so much more than that! I would even say that, while the smut is likely the fic’s centrepiece - and that sudden cut from the bar to the bed made me choke on my tea - it’s the rawness of the characters that is my favourite aspect of this. Seriously - the dialogue plays out so earnestly, Namjoon _feels_ so Namjoon, I could perfectly imagine this being something that has happened to him before. The part immediately following their tumble took my breath away. It was so palpably sad. For both of them. You’re not even in the head of the reader character in this instance, but the depth of emotion she’s feeling is wonderfully conveyed. I was so invested in his - and her - prevailing happiness that I hoped upon hope that he wouldn’t just walk out that door. Adding the extra dialogue absolutely elevated this piece - loved it!* #namjoon
* #idol!au
* #smut
* #angst
* #oneshot
* #btshodown
16th Jun 2019
SOURCE: btshodown
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thatlongspringnight
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>
> Originally posted by kwonloveclub>
> @suzuchim MY FRIEND idk > why but I feel like I need to tag you in this (I know exactly why, > enjoy some nearly smut)>
> @katie-de-lune tagged > because this idea wouldn’t exist without you, lol.>
> Just some good old fashion school au with Tutor!Reader and> sub!Jungkookie.
>
> ------------------------->
> “How are you supposed to learn if I’m inconsistent?” a subtle > purr that made him twitch, writhing under your hand.>
> “B-But, I haven’t gotten one wrong yet, please.” A gasp, his > bottom lip ruddy from his teeth. You tutted your tongue, slowing > your strokes. He bucked his hips, chasing the feeling of your touch, > nearly begging for more. “This is my first mistake. I won’t do > it again, I swear-“>
> Your nails grazed the base of his cock making him whimper, falling > silent under your warning touch.>
> “I was going to go easy on you, but you’re feeling cheeky > tonight, aren’t you?”>
> “Nooooonaaaa.” He was whining, pure and simple, those big doe > eyes searching yours for any shred of hesitance.>
> Well he wouldn’t get any today.>
> “No cumming till you get this section right, no mistakes. If you > break the rule, you’ll be punished worse.” The flush on his > cheeks darkened, his well-built thighs tensing as you danced your > nails over them. You tossed him a bone, a soft smirk on your lips. > “If it is too much for you just say the safe word.”>
> His eyes darkened.>
> Jungkook did love a challenge.>
> ------------------------->
> “That isn’t the proper spelling.” You gestured at his > handwriting, the ruler in your hand grazing the paper. “You missed > this one last time too, you know.” You felt the flesh of his back > tense and ripple as you rested your head there, an intimate gesture > that in theory was soothing, but you could tell he was nearly > writhing in anticipation.>
> You let your teeth graze his supple skin, knowing full well you > would be leaving a bruise, angry and purple, behind.>
> He made a sound, a whimper, pressing closer to your mouth, trying to > chase the pain.>
> _Smack._
>
> The sound was sharp, unmuffled by clothing as you brought the ruler > down against the flesh of his thigh. He cried out, the sound a whine > through his gritted teeth, his cock twitched, chest flushed with> desire.
>
> You brought it down again, then a third time.>
> “For every time you got the answer wrong.” You whispered into > his sweat soaked skin, relishing his whimpers and moans as he tried > to keep your attention.>
> “you’re so noisy, what a brat.” You teased, leaning down to > press a kiss to his stomach, another to his hips, letting your teeth > make their home there.>
> He was putty underneath you, limp and pretty, staring you with this > mesmerizing eyes.>
> “You should hit me again.” He breathed. “I deserve more.”>
> ------------------------->
> Sweat-soaked and panting, his normally wide eyes were fluttered > shut, dark lashes brushing against his flushed skin.>
> You sat up, lightly brushing your fingertips against his skin, > tracing designs as you connected the dots of his freckles, the > beautiful canvas of his body littered with love bites and glaring > red marks where your nails had dug into his skin.>
> He whined, a pitiful whimper, at your movement, eyes half-opening in > an attempt to woo you back to his side.>
> “What’re you doing?”>
> “I’m getting a towel.” You reached over, tweaking his nipple, > relishing the way his body trembled under your touch. “You made a> mess.”
>
> “Ngh, but- “ He reached out, hand grabbing your wrist. You were > reminded of his strength, the muscles of his body flexing as he> moved.
>
> He looked like art. “Noona, please just stay with me a little bit> longer.”
>
> “Yah, Jungkookie, you act like I’m going to leave you.” You > tutted your tongue, sliding your fingers through his damp hair in a > comforting motion. “I’ll be right back to clean you up.”>
> He held fast. Tugging you closer, till you were nearly on top of him > against, till your nose pressed against his own, captivated by the > stars in his eyes.>
> “I love you.” The words slip easily from him, like he meant > them, like he’s said them a hundred times before.>
> You stare, lips parting in surprise as he pressed his mouth against > your own, a messy situation of teeth and tongue, his hands pressing > indents into your hips.>
> “I love you too.” You finally manage, resting your forehead > against his, heart nearly melting at the way relief floods his > features. “More than anything.” You kissed his forehead. “More > than anyone, I love you Jeon Jungkook.” Oh my gosh, this was a delightful little number. I have a huge weakness for sub!Kook and I was ready to read thousands of words’ worth of his torment if it were from this writer. He’s so needy and soppy and sexy and strong and—💀Anyway.
The writer has that rare and wonderful way with words that illustrates so much without bloating it. The description was a heady read and I would be extremely interested in reading longer pieces. That’s all I want. MOAR. You know how some smut can read rather clinical or, like, as a litany of executed actions? Rather than the impassioned encounter it should be? Well, none of that here. This author understands how to illustrate the senses. I’m like Kook, desperately lunging for MC’s wrist. But it’s the the masterlist I’m going for. 😂(via jostoread
)
* #jungkook
* #sub!jungkook
* #noona!reader
* #college!au
* #smut
* #fluff
* #drabble
* #thatlongspringnight16th Jun 2019
SOURCE: thatlongspringnight187 notes
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