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one good purr (deserves another)

Excerpt: “Taehyung grins, bracing his arm on the table again and scooting closer. His knee brushes against your thigh under the table, and a ripple of tingles radiates from the spot. A thrum of energy spreads over your back and neck, an awareness prowling beneath your skin, stronger than pre-heat symptoms should be. Maybe it really was a mistake to come visit Taehyung with your heat next week.”  (Fox!Taehyung, Shifter!AU)

Genre: Romance, humor, fluff

Rating: pg17+ (dirty language, discussion of heat/mating, sexy thoughts, etc.)

Pairing: reader/Taehyung, [mentioned Minjoon]

Length: 7.2k

A/N: not associated with my other Taehyung fox fic

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet



“So what’s your plan for your heat this year?”

It takes a moment for the question to sink in before you scramble for the calendar by your bed. “Oh shit, I completely forgot. Fuck, what day is today? What month?”

Minji laughs and rolls onto her back, digging her toes into the carpet. “March 23rd. I kinda figured you’d forgotten, with midterms around the corner and all, but it’s probably time to start preparing for that too." 

"Damn it.” You stare hopelessly at the calendar on the wall. A week and a half. Barely ten days until your heat, and you hadn’t prepared in the slightest.

Heats are the worst part of being a shifter, in your opinion–humans didn’t realize how lucky they were, not to be trapped in a small room for seven to ten days, out of your mind with the need to fuck, sweaty and dirty and swimming in every hormone-driven fluids that your body could produce. You hate your heats. 

“I’m screwed,” you whine, dropping onto your bed and pressing your face into your pillow in misery. 

“Not yet, but you definitely could be,” Minji snickers, and you hear a rustly of fabric, the soft pad of foostepts, before a heavy weight drops onto your back, pushing a muffled grunt from your lungs. “Seriously, though, are you going to spend it alone again? Or are you finally going to find someone to share it with? At least it falls on spring break, like mine.”

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