Someone Send Me To The Dentist! I Love Little Bits Of Fluffy Bon Bons!

Someone send me to the dentist! I love little bits of fluffy bon bons!

love signs XV (min yoongi)

genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff with a twist ;) cursing, some displays of affection

a/n: back with another…..this is gonna be cute as heck you’re not even ready. i wasn’t ready. lololol lemme know if you wanna be tagged :) 

taglist: @yoonaasa @parkdatjimin @pamzn @chemicalstxrs-blog @fringe-frank ​

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“No.” Yoongi protests, shaking his head. He presses his folded arms closer to himself, tucks his legs under him on the other end of the sofa. 

“Yes.” You say, disregarding him completely and selecting your favourite New Year’s movie on the screen. 

“No chance in hell.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Please……” He whines. 

“It’s tradition. I’m pressing play.”

“Of all the movies in the world, you had to pick this.” When you look over, you can see Yoongi pouting, hugging a pillow. 

“I love zombie movies.” The opening scenes of Train to Busan starts floating across screen when he says, "And I……I don’t.“

"Are you scared?”

“No.”

“You are, aren’t you?” You tease him. Yoongi was tough as shit. He’d survived the idol trainee system and a car accidents and made it through so much hardship. But even someone like him had their fears. Scary movies was just one of them. 

The movie played on and you were hooked. The cinematography was beautiful,  even as the way the tension kept building. When corpses start reanimating, Yoongi yelps. 

“Shit, fuck, what the fuck?!” You chuckle. "How are you so happy, you maniac?“ You shrug, eyes still focused on the screen. Yoongi settles down, tries to tame his wild breathing. He counts backwards slowly. He tries to focus on something else. 

"I’m just gonna look at Gong Yoo. Just gonna focus on his manly face and his deep ass voice and……” He says, mostly to himself. 

“Is it helping?” You ask, amused. 

“A little. Aww…..cute kid.”

“Ha…..don’t get attached. You’re in for a wild ride.”

The more action plays out on screen, the deeper Yoongi sinks into the sofa. Eventually, he props up the pillow on his lap, pushes it forward like a shield. 

“Ahhhhhh…….”

“Are you hiding?”

“No.”

“Yoon-ah…..”

“I’m not.”

You sigh loudly, pausing the movie. Yoongi looks even more startled by the lack of sound, as though a zombie is just gonna pop out from behind the sofa.

“Come here.” You say, encouraging him with your hand. 

“I’m fine.” He doesn’t even look in your direction. You’d laugh if you didn’t see the look on his face. He was scared. And damn, you felt a little bad. Teasing him was fun. But not at the expense of actually making him feel bad. Sighing again, you closed the distance between you, sitting in the middle of the sofa and opening your arms up to hold him. 

“Come here, you big baby.”

Yoongi peers over at you, like he’s trying to see if it’s a trick. Maybe you’re a zombie. Fuck. He was so scared he couldn’t tell reality apart from the movie. Eventually though, he moves, turns his body towards you. You gesture for him again, feeling the strain in your arms now. Then suddenly, he shoots forward slamming into you. He’s practically on your lap. You groan in pain, repeating, “okay, okay, you’re okay”. You hold him close, head perched on your collarbone. And Yoongi wraps his arms around you. He’s quiet, breathing slowing down against your chest.

“Better?”

“Mmmh.” He hums and you can feel the vibrations in your ribs. You press play and the movie carries on. A few moments later, you can feel him relax against you. 

“You seem fine. Were you just pretending to be scared so we could cuddle?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

Just as a couple characters lock themselves in the bathroom to escape death by zombies, Yoongi tenses again. When you peer down, he’s squeezed his eyes shut, sinking his fingers into your love handles.

“Ooooo okay no you’re actually freaking out. We don’t have to keep watching.”

“No, it’s okay. I wanna see how it ends.” Oh, there’s that rapper bravado you love so much. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t do something to you. Still, you hesitate, asking, “Are you sure??”

“Mmh. Unpause please.”

You oblige, settling back down again. Yoongi cuddles into you and you stroke his hair slowly - gentle pats melting to long, drawn out motions that could lull him to sleep if he let himself go like he does on nights after a long trip away from you. There’s nothing that cures his jetlag better than your hands.  

“Would you actually protect me if there was a zombie apocalypse?” He asks a few moments later. You reply, “Of course. I’d shove other people in the zombie’s way just to save you.”

“Awww……you homicidal maniac. I love you.”

You shoot up, shoving him off you. Yoongi just lays on the sofa. He’s stunned. You smile and jump down into a weird squat position, pointing at him.

“First I-love-you of the year! Pay up, motherfucker!”

“That’s not fair. I didn’t do it on purpose. It has to be on purpose!”

“No, that wasn’t part of the bet. I won fair and square. Pay up, pay up, pay up!”

“Ahhhhhh really? You’re gonna make me pay for being a good boyfriend?”

“Loser pays, loser pays.”

“Aiiiiissshhhhh…….this is what I get…..stupid zombie movie……stupid commentary on the human condition that would’ve been much more intriguing without the half dead monsters running around.”

“What are you complaining about?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re such a sore loser. So cute.” You exclaim, planting a big kiss to his cheek. He leans into it, reveling in the feeling. Yoongi loved it when you’d kiss him like this - like you couldn’t get enough of him, like he was the only person in the world you deemed worthy enough to know the feel of your lips.

“Want another? Have to say it.” You tease. 

“I want another."  He says, eyes fixed to a point on the ground.

"Another what?”

“Ahhhhhh come on. Please.”

You chuckle, slipping your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“I love you too.”

“Love you when you’re cute,” you say, planting a kiss on the mole on his neck, “and when you’re annoyed,” you murmur, kissing the mole on his cheek, “and when you’re scared” moving up to kiss the mole on his nose, “and when you’re breathing. I just love you so much.” You say, finally kissing him on the mouth.

Then you pull back. Yoongi chases after you, eyes fluttering open slowly.

“I love you.” You say, kissing him deeply. He cups the back of your head as you lean forward. When you part, he smiles at you sweetly. It makes you want to dip your head down and kiss him again.

“I love you too.”

Tip from an older lady: Don't do it. It takes FOREVER to recover and it changes you.

I wish I had the courage to get my heart broken

Like little bon bons of smut, I love it .

Bestie, it's been a while and I have some important questions for you 😏

Holiday Edition

Who rents a cabin in the mountains and does you on the floor in front of the lit fireplace? 🔥

Who makes their home-made mulled wine way too strong and has sloppy drunk sex with you? 🍷

Who makes holiday cookies with you but uses the icing for something else? 🍪

Who turns hanging lights into an impromptu boudoir photoshoot because "the lights look so beautiful on your skin, let me try something really quick" 🎄

-🍹

*GASP* A HOLIDAY 🍹THOTANON POST?! You are a true gift --- one that the boys can’t wait to unwrap...

Q: Who rents a cabin in the mountains and does you on the floor in front of the lit fireplace? 🔥

A: Jimin and Tae

(WOW OK WOWWWWW @mochilatae YOU SEE THIS?? YOU SEE HOW YOU MANIFEST THINGS?)

Jimin and Tae can barely keep it together once the three of you burst into the cabin that they booked MONTHS ago, agreeing to split the cost if they can split your time, lips on lips, hands in hands and in hair and grabbing elsewhere, hushed and hurried protests from one that the other is being too selfish with you. After a couple of hours of "unpacking your luggage", flitting back and forth between their rooms upstairs, you finally go downstairs, and the three of you share dinner. And if you can share dinner, you can definitely share dessert. Soon enough, clothes border the bear skin rug. Jimin's lips find that spot on your neck to be just as sweet. Tae's hands find their homes on your hips, always going in for seconds, and thirds. As the night goes on, you're somehow insatiable, and yet completely full -- Jimin's length feeding you, Tae's filling you up, and you only wanting more, more, more.

Q: Who makes their home-made mulled wine way too strong and has sloppy drunk sex with you? 🍷

A: Yoongi

Yoongi is nothing if not meticulous. And yet, here you are, face down, ass up, in his bed, the two of you giggling and drooling between hisses and lip bites. What was he going to say? Oh, right, lean over that way and--- yessss, just like that, snap back and meet him halfway. Both your brains are so foggy, and yet, you understand each other, half-mumbled sentences hidden in hungry kisses and licks and sucks and slurps. You understand each other like you do when you're completely sober, which you totally were when you slipped more than just a little brandy into the mix when Yoongi wasn't looking. "What did you do?" Yoongi moans through grit teeth, as his cock pries the last of your deepest walls just apart enough for him to bestow upon you his perfect crown. "This what you wanted, huh?" You giggle and squeeze as he slaps and claws at your ass. "Yes!" you cry out, both of you erupting with pleasure. It's everything you want, the only thing you want, getting drunk off of him.

Q: Who makes holiday cookies with you but uses the icing for something else? 🍪

A: Jin, Hobi

Jin usually portions everything out carefully, so you're surprised when you enter the kitchen to find way too much icing for the amount of cookies you're going to make. He tells you it's for later. Your mind reels. What could it possibly be for, you wonder, as his hands rest on top of yours to guide you on how to handle the dough, as his seesaw-ing voice tells you, "Size matters, sweetie" when you go to portion the dough out, and his chest pressed against your back as you both slide the tray inside the oven. When you turn around, Jin is holding out an icing-covered finger next to your lips. "We've got some time to kill. Ready to find out?" he asks, with a grin. You suck the icing off with a pleasant pop, after which he grabs the icing bag and pulls you to his room.

Hobi hates messes. But he loved tossing the flour, and the chocolate chips, and the icing at you as you raced around the kitchen. The icing in particular is everywhere, in your hair, in your clothes, on your skin. You don't even remember how the food fight started, but the icing in particular is starting to drive you crazy. "Truce," you whine. Yes, Hobi hates messes. But that also means that he's really, really good at cleaning them up. He plucks dried icing from your hair. He licks the icing from your neck. And, as the decidedly ugly but most likely still delicious cookies bake in the oven, he washes your body under his rain shower head, taking extra time to make sure you're squeaky clean --- that is, except for the things you're about to do...

Q: Who turns hanging lights into an impromptu boudoir photoshoot because "the lights look so beautiful on your skin, let me try something really quick" 🎄

A: Jungkook, Namjoon

"Let me try something really quick," Jungkook tells you, as he lets his film camera hang around his neck. He walks towards you to adjust one stretch of the string lights hanging on the tree. You smile warmly at him as he analyzes the scene, working hard to make sure that he captures your silhouette perfectly, your naked curves smooth and clear against the red, green, and gold bokeh dots that he hopes will turn out exactly as intended. "Now," he says, walking back to his spot a couple of feet away, "turn over your shoulder for me?" You do, and you slip him a seductive smile. "Mmm," Jungkook says, snapping picture after picture. His camera falls, hanging around his neck. "Let me try something else..." He walks up to you, and instead of his hands adjusting those lights again, they run down your sides, tickling you and and pulling you back to him, your ass meeting his bulge. "Jungkook," you say playfully, as his forearms rest against your hips, hands finding their way to your mound, "we're SUPPOSED to be decorating the tree." You can't help but shiver and relent when Jungkook slips a finger between your lips, takes your other hand and places it against his hardening cock. He mumbles in your ear, "Let me try decorating you instead."

"The lights look so beautiful on your skin," Namjoon cooes, as he snaps a picture. His eyes follow the string of lights spiraling around your naked body, criss-crossing in the space between your breasts, the ends twisting around your wrists above your head. "God..." He can't get enough of you tied up and lying on his silk sheets like that. When you start to arch, knees bent, back curved, only your ass and the crown of your head the only things still touching the sheets, he takes bursts of pictures, not wanting to miss a moment. "Fuck." You turn to him and push your lips out, eyes heavy-lidded. "Fuck. OK. That's it." You giggle as Namjoon tosses his phone onto his nightstand (he completely misses), choosing to occupy his fingers with the task of tracing the string of lights, the pads of his fingers grazing your skin, your jaw, your throat, your nipples, your still-tied wrists. But he doesn't free you. "I thought we were gonna..." you trail off. "Oh, we are," Namjoon says, starting to undress. "But... those lights... they just look so beautiful on your skin."

“come take a swim with me~” cr. @/taee <3

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I'm not even a hands person but his are just so damn elegant.

hoseok’s hands : an underappreciated piece of art

appreciate art, appreciate hobi’s hands