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This song never fails to lift my spirits 🥰

in a world where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold

Bartender Jungkook makes me 🥴

That being said, this one-shot is extremely well written, highly recommend 10/10. Just a warning tho, a cold shower WILL be needed after reading 😆

last call | jjk x reader

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.4K

synopsis: jeon jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you.

warnings: oral (female receiving), protected sex, jungkook thirst, excessive jungkook thirst, hello we’re talking about jungkook here – there is a jungkook-sized amount of thirst, unsanitary use of a space designated for food and beverage

A/N: this fic is a commission for the @ficswithluv​ special project “Changes with Luv”. The awesome @dee-ehn​ made a donation to BLM for this fic and she asked for sexy times with long-haired JK with tattoos and dammit that’s what she’s gonna get.  Thanks so much for making the donation, this is a cool way for authors like me to pitch in for an important cause!

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Jeon Jungkook is the sexiest man in this city.

That’s not a matter of opinion, that’s an actual fact – voted into law by you and the rest of the Council of The Thirsty after a night of downing shots at The Black Swan.  The four of you piled into the bar’s single-stall restroom to check lipstick and chat shit and it was decided, that was that.

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Cutie Pie Kai (Huening Kai One-Shot, Fluff)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: So I came up with this idea while re-watching TxT’s interview with Buzzfeed, you know the one with the puppies? I highly recommend if you need a daily dose of FREAKING ADORABLE TxT. Anyways, the question was what TxT thought of each other the first time they met, and of course, most of the boys said they thought Huening Kai was cute, and he seemed to kind of roll his eyes and be like, “Yes, yes, I know I’m cute, thank you.” It made me laugh, and then I dreamt up this one-shot. Enjoy!

(Unedited except for a brief spellcheck)

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Warnings: Maybe like one swear, idk.

Word Count: There are words.

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Cutie Pie Kai (Huening Kai One-Shot, Fluff)

You watched bits and pieces of the interview between packing up all the makeup supplies. You had just graduated high school, but thanks to your older sister being a full-time makeup artist for Tomorrow x Together, you were able to land an internship working closely with her. It mostly consisted of coffee runs and endless cleaning of brushes, but you knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime.

The interview went smoothly, of course. TxT had been preparing for interviews since the day they started training. Most notable was the question about the members’ first impressions of each other. Yeonjun and Taehyun told Huening Kai they thought he was cute when they first saw him, and if you hadn’t been watching him closely, you would’ve missed the brief eyeroll he gave at their answers. “Yes, yes, I know I’m cute, thank you,” he replied.

After the interview was a photoshoot, group shots first, then individuals. Huening Kai was the last to finish, leaving you alone with him in the dressing room as you carefully wiped off his makeup. The only event left on TxT’s schedule was a lengthy practice, and you wanted to make sure Huening Kai wasn’t sweating off makeup and, in doing so, causing his perfect, porcelain skin to break out. He sighed, slouching in the chair as you worked. “Something wrong?” you asked.

“No. Well, maybe.”

You hesitantly put down the wipe. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just… everyone always tells me how cute I am, but that’s all they see. Then you have Soobin or Yeonjun, and everyone always talks about how manly and sexy they are.” Huening Kai’s lips turned out in the cutest pout you’d ever seen, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling at the irony.

“Well, sexiness doesn't equate to manliness,” you replied, grabbing a puff and soaking it with cleansing water. "You can be cute and manly."

“Yeah, I know. They just have a different appeal, a more mature appeal. Meanwhile, I’m over here, and all my fans ask for is, ‘Aegyo! Aegyo!’”

Huening Kai sighed, putting his face in his hands. “I just don’t know how much more I can take. I know I have a baby face, but I can be sexy too, you know?”

You glanced at the ceiling and pressed your lips together to keep from snorting out a giggle. “Yeah, of course.”

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and pinched Kai’s cheek. “But you’re just so damn cute, who could help themselves?”

“Quit it!” he said, batting your hand away, but his brown eyes danced with mischief.

You reached out and began running the puff over Huening Kai’s gorgeous skin when he caught your wrist, stopping your movements. “Do you really think that, though? That I’ll never be more than ‘The cute one?’”

The playfulness from earlier dissipated, leaving you looking into Kai’s eyes, large with earnestness. “Uh, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “I dunno. I think people think that right now because you’re so young, but maybe as you grow older, they’ll think differently.”

“Hmmm.” Huening Kai leaned back in his chair. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you replied, zipping up your bag. “Well, you’re all finished. I’ll see you in two days for that photoshoot.”

“Right.”

You turned to leave, but had barely twisted the doorknob when Huening Kai’s voice stopped you. “Wait.”

You looked back to see him stand and slowly stalk towards you, his eyes dark and hooded. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Wh-What?”

“You think all I can be is cute for the next few years?”

“N-No, that’s not what I-”

He was so close now you could smell his cologne, some type of citrus scent mixed with mint. He towered over you, making you shrink against the door, your hand still on the knob. Kai gently placed his hands on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him, his rose-pink lips turned up in a smirk. “Still think I’m cute?” he asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t bring yourself to breathe let alone answer. Despite being in close proximity to the gorgeous members of TxT, you’d always restricted your attraction to any of them, Huening Kai in particular, to admiring them from a safe, professional distance. Now here you were, confronted with your crush head-on.

Huening Kai’s eyes bore into your own. “Because I think you’re cute.”

He leaned down, and you instinctively turned your face away. “Hyuka… Wh-What are you doing?”

Humming in response, Huening Kai pressed his lips against the skin of your neck, causing you to sigh as tingles erupted all over your body. He continued to kiss you, his lips getting closer and closer to yours, eliciting small gasps of delight from you. When you could no longer take it, you wound your hands in his soft, dark hair and pulled his face toward yours, colliding your mouth against his in the sweetest kiss.

The push and pull between your lips and his continued as he pressed you back into the door, one of his hands finding refuge on the small of your back, the other caressing your jaw. The two of you broke apart only when voices from the hall floated towards you, reminding you both where you were. You stared at Huening Kai in shock for a moment before busying yourself with packing up the rest of your makeup supplies.

“So, uh, I guess I’ll see you in a couple days,” he said.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey,” he said softly, gently grasping your jaw and turning your face towards his. He stared into your eyes for a moment before smirking. “Cutie pie.”

You scoffed in response as Huening Kai opened the door. “Oh, and Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t ever call me cute again.” His dark eyes smoldered as his eyes slowly roamed up and down your body, causing you to swallow hard.

He winked before shutting the door, leaving you to ponder what the hell just happened. Well, you knew one thing for sure. You’d never think of Huening Kai as ‘cute’ again.

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So I haven’t gotten any requests 😬 So I’m going to open up requests indefinitely until I become overwhelmed or need a break again.

We’ll see though, this tumblr’s traction has really died down 😞 It’s my own fault since I took such a long break without posting anything.

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Helllooooo kutie pies!

I have some exciting news! I’VE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS!!

I am HECKA grateful. I didn’t know anyone would like my writing so much, let alone 200 people. I appreciate all the comments, the reads, and the support I’ve received over the past year and a half since I started this blog. You all are amazing, and I purple you so hard 💜

To show my thanks for being such uh-maze-ing kuties, I am opening requests for the rest of October! I know, I know, I still have a couple of unfulfilled requests, and trust me, I am working on them. Slowly, but surely.  I promise I will get to your requests as quickly as possible. My schedule has opened up drastically (meaning my little one takes long naps now lol) and I’ve got the itch to write!

Submit a request here! You may choose from my Prompt List if you wish. One-shots or Drabbles only, but I reserve the right to turn them into a series if I feel inspired! 😉 A reminder about my request rules: No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

 BUT WAIT.

There’s more.

I am also opening up requests for Tomorrow x Together One-Shots and Drabbles. That’s right, MOA, time to shine!

I have followed Tomorrow x Together since their debut, and find all of the members absolutely adorable. The only thing I ask is that since they are a younger group, no smut requests, just fluff, romance, and/or angst please! I’ve added them to my Master List, and am so excited to write fics about them. They are such a fun, inspiring group. I can’t wait!

Thank you once more, and submit those requests!

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first love

soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

college!au, fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au, smut

tags: marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, vaginal penetration, use of protection 👍🏻, loss of a character’s virginity

~13.8K word count

posted: october 22, 2021

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a/n: thANK YOU ALL FOR 600+ NOTES 🙈💓

One of the best decisions, you decided, was going to college. Sure, it’s not for everybody, and for a long time you weren’t sure if it was for you. Your parents were like most, encouraging you to go with high hopes that it would lead you to a good career. You, on the other hand, had heard from many of your friends and strangers on the internet through their stories that sometimes college was a waste of time and/or money, so you were skeptical. Luckily, your best friend Sooyoung was sharing the same troubling decision as you, so you both decided to look for a fitting college for the both of you go to so you wouldn’t be alone. After graduating high school and months of college applications, you both decided on an arts college in Seoul. Both of you being from Daegu meant that both of your parents were apprehensive about leaving your hometown, but ultimately they decided they would have to put aside their worry in order for you to get your desired education.

So, you went to college and for the first three years you were content. You decided on a technical Music major, dreaming of maybe producing and writing music, while Sooyoung picked a Performing major.

Your last year of your degree was when your life started to change for the better, because that’s when you met Yeonjun, a.k.a the catalyst for your near future. Yeonjun was a fellow student with a Dance major who was in desperate need of electives that weren’t going to be so boring that they made him want to drop out. That’s how he landed in his seat next to you in Professor Kim’s Songwriting 101 class for his spring semester and met you. The two of you became good friends over the semester, often helping each other study and hanging out outside of classes. That’s how you met him.

Soobin was in his third year of his Arts History major, and being an introvert, he found his four closest friends and stuck to them. Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai were all a bit more extroverted him, which he was mostly thankful for since it brought him out of his shell when necessary. Like when Yeonjun invited him to go shopping in Seoul with his friend from his Songwriting class. That’s how he met you.

The two of you got along really well, and soon enough the two of you became the ones in the group that the others teased for being in love with each other. The thing was, Soobin wasn’t like his friends when it came to relationships. He had never spoken to a girl romantically, let alone been in a relationship. He wasn’t brave enough to make the first move; hell, he got nervous when the group would hang out and the only available place to sit was next to you. His cheeks bloomed with blush when you complimented him. He couldn’t even imagine asking you out.

You on the other hand, had been in a handful of relationships since high school, some more serious than others. You usually weren’t the one to commence a relationship, but you had done so a couple of times. The fateful day the three of you went shopping in Seoul was in the beginning of May, and for the next couple of months you found yourself falling for the younger, but taller, boy. However, you were left wondering if he felt the same as he never made a move on you. Fortunately, Yeonjun and Sooyoung came to the rescue, setting up a movie night for the group where everyone but you and Soobin cancelled last minute, leaving the two of you alone at the movie theater lobby wondering where everyone else was.

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Crossing The Line | Choi Yeonjun (M)

◟* ♡︎ .. pairing — yeonjun x f!reader

◟* ♡︎ .. genre — smut

◟* ♡︎ .. word count — 6.7k

◟* ♡︎ .. summary — in which your drama teacher makes your schoolgirl heart flutter and you knew you had to sleep with him.

◟* ♡︎ .. warnings — 18+, age gap, sir kink, teacher!au, college!au, dom!yeonjun, exhibitionism, seduction, oral sex (m & f recieving), masturbation, clit play, jealously, (ft. Soobin) manhandling, dirty talk, semi public, explicit language.

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Halloween got me in this kinda mood... 🎃

Werewolf Taehyung Moodboard - Part of Supernatural BTS Week

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Please make a oneshot where Jimin is trying to win you back. ❤ I mean where you two broke up because he didn't love you anymore then he started to regret it and now is trying to win you back but you aren't agreeing to it. ❤

It's Crazy Part Two

A Note from Kutemouse: Alrighty kutie, here is the fulfillment of your request. I am so sorry it took forever, I am just now getting back into the swing of things after so much crap has happened over the last year and a half. Fyi, I am taking requests again, and am writing regularly. Hope to hear from you again! <3

Rating: Suitable for Teen and Up Audiences

Genre: Angst, Lovers to Strangers, Break-Up

Warnings: Swears (definitely, this time). Lots of angst.

Word Count: 1339

Summary: The last time Jimin saw you, he realized how much he wasn’t over you. Will you take him back or leave things as they are?

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It’s Crazy (Jimin, Angst) Part Two

Jimin’s POV

I slumped against the wall, hands shoved in my pockets, blonde hair hanging low enough to cover my face. I’d been here for at least fifteen minutes. If I didn’t knock, someone was going to notice and demand I leave… or worse, you would come out and see I was sitting here all indecisive and pathetic. I had to make my move. Now or never.

Hesitantly, I straightened up and rapped my knuckles on your door. After a beat, you flung it open, phone caught between your shoulder and cheek, dishtowel in your hands. My heart clenched. I remember how we used to do the dishes together, each time inevitably ending in a soapy water fight that I always let you win.

Your eyes widened and the phone slipped from your shoulder to the floor. We both knelt at the same time to grab it only to sit and stare at each other, our hands touching as they hovered over your phone, apprehension forcing us to hold our breaths.

“Jimin.”

It wasn’t a question or a cry or even an exclamation. It was a statement, as if you knew I’d be here.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“What are you doing here?”

I nervously ran a hand through my hair. “I came by to…”

“To what?”

“I don’t know, to talk, I guess.”

You stood, snatching your phone from my grip. Your expression was frustratingly unreadable. I couldn’t tell if you were mad, sad, glad to see me. C’mon Y/n, give me something to work with.

“You can come in.”

I gingerly stepped over your threshold into your apartment, glancing around with mild interest. The furniture was mismatched, no doubt given to you or purchased second-hand from thrift stores. There was a tv, though, and a game console, so you still enjoyed splurging every once in a while.

You sat down on a chair, leaving me to sit on the couch. “I’m only going to ask you this once more, Jimin,” you said. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” I said with a soft smile, hoping it would melt your emotionless exterior.

It didn’t. “Why?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. I saw you… at my concert?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, trying to get a hold of myself. I needed to play things smoothly, otherwise you’d probably go running off again.

“So, anyway, it brought back a lot of memories, and I wanted to see how you were.”

You eyed me with suspicion. “You could’ve just picked up the phone and called or texted.”

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have reassured me. I needed to see you, Y/n.”

The implication of my words should have been clear, but you merely blinked. “Jimin, I appreciate you checking up on me… but I’m fine. My life is good. You don’t need to do this anymore. You’re not my boyfriend, remember?”

Your words stung, using truth to pierce needles into my heart. “I know,” I murmured, hanging my head. “But the way we left things… I never got a chance to explain.”

“You mean you never made time to explain.”

I furrowed my brow. “No, that’s notー”

“Just like you never made time for dates, or any of my family events, or just to simply talk to me.” Your voice rose with each syllable, causing my mouth to part open in shock. You never yelled. Hell, you never even complained during the course of your relationship with me. How much have you changed?

“And just like how you never provided me with any reassurance, any comfort, even though you knew being away from you, surrounded by fans, was so fucking hard for me!”

You were shouting at this point. I backed away from you as you advanced, your eyes filled with tears.

“And the way you never asked me one single question about me, or my work, or my life, even though I left EVERYTHING behind to move here and be with you!”

Something inside me snapped. I didn’t deserve to be treated like this, to be yelled at, to be criticized for things out of my control. “I thought you wanted to come to Seoul for University!”

You turned away, sliding a hand down your face, before facing me once more. “Are you fucking serious, Jimin? I came here for you. I stayed for YOU! I did everything FOR YOU!”

Tears streamed down your face, falling freely now, causing me to falter. Was I really the asshole you made me out to be?

“God, I get it,” I snapped. “I should’ve paid more attention to you.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, you should have. And now here you are, randomly showing up and trying to win me back again when that’s what you should’ve done all those years ago.”

“Maybe. But you knew what you were signing up for, Y/n. You knew I’d be busy as hell.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick. “I knew you’d be busy. I just didn’t realize being busy meant you had no time to love me.”

“I would have, if you’d just told me what was going on,” I muttered, turning away from you.

You shook your head, a smile appearing on your tear-streaked face despite everything. “You haven’t changed.”

“You don’t know anything about me anymore. I have changed.”

You bit your upper lip, sucking it between your teeth before releasing it as you rose from your chair. “No, you haven’t. But I have. And I deserve better.”

I also stood, scoffing. “Y/n, what do you think I’m doing here? I want you back. I want to give you better. I will give you better. I never stopped loving you.”

Confusion blossomed in your eyes. “What?”

“I never stopped loving you,” I said breathlessly, stepping closer to you. I could feel the effect my proximity had on you, could practically hear your heartbeat speed up and your breath increase in pace. I knew you wanted me back, too.

Until you turned away, that is. “That’s great, Jimin, but it’s too late. I’m with someone else now… Someone I love. Someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated.”

Desperate, I grabbed your hand. “He can’t give you everything I can,” I said. “You don’t have to just attend concerts anymore, you can experience them. Backstage, any time you want.”

Your brow furrowed in annoyance. “And any time I have a few days off, we’ll fly to Paris,” I continued. “It’ll be just like old times when I’d visit you between work. And I can get you into any restaurant you want, without a reservation, I’ll just make some calls andー”

You held up your hand, stopping the words in my throat. “Enough,” you muttered. “Money or status is not going to sway me. It might have back then, but it won’t now. I gave you my answer. Now get out.”

“Wh-What?”

“Get. Out.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was, offering you the chance of a lifetime, and you were turning me down?

You strode over to the door and yanked it open. “Leave,” you snapped, pointing.

I hesitated, not wanting to part ways. Not again.

“LEAVE!”

My feet moved of their own accord, feeling as heavy as lead as I was the one to walk out the door and exit your life this time. You slammed the door behind me, and I heard sobs coming from inside before they faded away.

That memory would always stick with me. I’d wake up hearing sounds of you crying, reaching over to comfort you only to find the sheets empty and cold. I’d hear it when I was out and about, striding down the street, or at fan meets, and eagerly glance around for you, only to be met with faces I didn’t know. You’d haunt me for years to come, your words echoing in my mind whenever I wasn’t preoccupied.

It’s crazy how relationships work. Or rather, how they don’t. And never will.

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A Note from Kutemouse: Fyi, don't yell at people like this. It's hurtful and ineffective. Learn from Y/n's and Jimin's mistakes and communicate clearly. It's a good way to love yourself <3 <3

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Helllooooo kutie pies!

I have some exciting news! I’VE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS!!

I am HECKA grateful. I didn’t know anyone would like my writing so much, let alone 200 people. I appreciate all the comments, the reads, and the support I’ve received over the past year and a half since I started this blog. You all are amazing, and I purple you so hard 💜

To show my thanks for being such uh-maze-ing kuties, I am opening requests for the rest of October! I know, I know, I still have a couple of unfulfilled requests, and trust me, I am working on them. Slowly, but surely.  I promise I will get to your requests as quickly as possible. My schedule has opened up drastically (meaning my little one takes long naps now lol) and I’ve got the itch to write!

Submit a request here! You may choose from my Prompt List if you wish. One-shots or Drabbles only, but I reserve the right to turn them into a series if I feel inspired! 😉 A reminder about my request rules: No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

 BUT WAIT.

There’s more.

I am also opening up requests for Tomorrow x Together One-Shots and Drabbles. That’s right, MOA, time to shine!

I have followed Tomorrow x Together since their debut, and find all of the members absolutely adorable. The only thing I ask is that since they are a younger group, no smut requests, just fluff, romance, and/or angst please! I’ve added them to my Master List, and am so excited to write fics about them. They are such a fun, inspiring group. I can’t wait!

Thank you once more, and submit those requests!

Much love,

Kutemouse

Updated Master List now includes Tomorrow x Together. Don’t forget to submit those requests! Much love!

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Main Preview (Angst, Light Smut)

Not-A-Date Date with Jimin (Angst, Fluff)

First Time with Taehyung (Fluff, Smut)

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Request a One-shot or Drabble imagine for BTS (Requests are OPEN for the rest of October! See my 200 Kuties Milestone Event announcement for more info!)

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“Becoming His” Part One, Part Two (with Smut), Part Two (without Smut), Part Three, Part Four (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut

“Red Flame” Part One, Part Two ~ Drabble, Fluff

“Good Enough” ~ Drabble, Fluff

“Always Loved You” ~ One-Shot, Fluff

“And Then He Was Gray” Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six (End) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Fluff

“Make This Work” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

“Paint Me Over” ~ One-Shot, Smut

“I Need U Girl” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

“Tears and Tulips” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

“Summer Portrait” Part One, Part Two ~ One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire

“Through Hell” ~ One-Shot, Angst

“It’s Crazy” ~ Drabble, Fluff, Angst

“Caught” Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Smut

“Never Really Over” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

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I have some exciting news! I’VE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS!!

I am HECKA grateful. I didn’t know anyone would like my writing so much, let alone 200 people. I appreciate all the comments, the reads, and the support I’ve received over the past year and a half since I started this blog. You all are amazing, and I purple you so hard 💜

To show my thanks for being such uh-maze-ing kuties, I am opening requests for the rest of October! I know, I know, I still have a couple of unfulfilled requests, and trust me, I am working on them. Slowly, but surely.  I promise I will get to your requests as quickly as possible. My schedule has opened up drastically (meaning my little one takes long naps now lol) and I’ve got the itch to write!

Submit a request here! You may choose from my Prompt List if you wish. One-shots or Drabbles only, but I reserve the right to turn them into a series if I feel inspired! 😉 A reminder about my request rules: No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

 BUT WAIT.

There’s more.

I am also opening up requests for Tomorrow x Together One-Shots and Drabbles. That’s right, MOA, time to shine!

I have followed Tomorrow x Together since their debut, and find all of the members absolutely adorable. The only thing I ask is that since they are a younger group, no smut requests, just fluff, romance, and/or angst please! I’ve added them to my Master List, and am so excited to write fics about them. They are such a fun, inspiring group. I can’t wait!

Thank you once more, and submit those requests!

Much love,

Kutemouse

What I've Been Reading Lately ~ September Edition

Hi kuties,

So not only do I write BTS fanfics, imagines, one shots, etc. I also read them... extensively. An embarrassing amount actually 😂

Annnnyways, I've decided to start reviewing the ones I read and giving a little shout out to the authors. These are fics that end up on my Fic Recs List.

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Alright, so first up is...

Head in the Clouds | Yandere, Smut | Jungkook by @taequois

Lemme start off by saying this work is utterly amazing.

I found it because I was looking for inspo for my own yandere work, "Becoming His." I've been having major writer's block on how to end the dang fic, but the problem is, I hate all typical yandere endings. There's the ending where the yandere kills their love interest (ugh, gross), the ending where the yandere 'wins' i.e. the love interest complies and becomes completely submissive (even more gross), and the ending where the yandere realizes that what they are doing is wrong and changes. That last ending is really, really hard to do without dragging out a massive plotline, for which I have no time nor energy. So, I sought out examples of fics with yandere endings I was here for, and this work was at the top of my list.

It's everything I love about a yandere fic. It's intense. It's tempestuous. It has that amazing split viewpoint, with one pov being from the love obsession, where the yandere is innocent, loving, sweet, perfect, etc. and the other pov being the violent, creepy tendencies of the yandere. It's chilling, to say the least. And this fic does not disappoint. The abrupt ending left me with literal goosebumps.

I love the pacing, as well. There are no unnecessary details clogging up the way to the end. Speaking of... the ending! It is glorious. I love those middle-of-the-action endings that leave it up to the reader’s imagination to decide how to proceed. It fueled my need-to-write juice. I want to read more from this author.

Rating = 9.5/10

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Good Boy | Smut, Angst, Romance | Jimin by @btssmutgalore

Unlike the last fic, this one is an intense, multiple-part slow burn. And I love it. The build-up this author has got going keeps me thirsty for more. I can’t wait to read the next part of this fic.

Usually, I’m not into sub!BTS imagines, probably because in my head I see most, if not all, of them as doms (excuse my own imagination making me biased), but I am here for this sub fic. Lemme tell you, btssmutgalore’s OC has way more patience and control than I do.

I love Jimin’s character in this fic. He is so freaking cute and I absolutely adore him.

The only tad bit of criticism I have for the fic is that there are some parts that seem repetitive which slows down the pacing, but with a tiny bit of editing, this fic will hit that perfect 10 no problem.

Again, I can’t wait for the next part!

Rating = 9/10

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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates | Smut, Fluff | Jungkook by @ot7always​

Holy SHIT. I mean... HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS FIC.

Not even joking, I’ve read this fic probably eight or nine times since quarantine of last year. It’s hands down my favorite, go-to Jungkook fic.

Why?

Well, if you read it, you’ll completely understand.

This fic is a work of f*cking art. The writing is amazing, the pacing is perfect, and holy goodness, does it have you on the edge of your seat. Will they or won’t they? My favorite question when it comes to BTS fanfics.

Jungkook is, without a doubt, one of the sexiest men alive, and I adore a good roommate au, so the combination of the two resonates with the combination of peanut butter and chocolate... Absolutely perfect.

Shout out to my girl Y/N who is thirsty for all things Jungkook. I feel you, girl, I feel you.

Read, and feast your eyes on my personal all-time favorite Jungkook fic. You’ll thank me later.

Rating = 10/10 (if I could rate it higher, I would)

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That’s all for September! Happy reading, kutie pies!

Much love,

Kutemouse

Connect Two

Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.

This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU

Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.

Word Count:

Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?

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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)

The party was, in a word, loud.

Just the way you liked it.

You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.

“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.

You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”

“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.

You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”

She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”

“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.

“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”

“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.

You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?

Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.

I’m sorry.

Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.

“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”

Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.

Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”

To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.

You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.

“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.

“What?”

“Introduce us,” you hissed.

Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”

You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.

However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.

“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.

You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”

“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”

You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.

His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.

“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”

“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.

You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.

“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.

“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.

“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.

“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.

You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.

Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”

You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.

He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.

You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.

You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”

“Want me to take you home?”

“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”

“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”

“Sure th-thing.”

Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.

Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.

“Wait.”

You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”

The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”

You slid your hands out of his. “What?”

“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.

You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”

Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.

You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.

“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.

“Wait, Y/nー”

“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”

Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.

“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”

You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Want a drink?”

You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.

The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.

“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”

You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.

“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.

“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”

“We did, huh?”

The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”

You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”

You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.

“I told you I liked someone else.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”

You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.

“She rejected me.”

Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.

“But I never stopped loving her.”

“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?

“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”

You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”

“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”

“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”

Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.

Jungkook nodded.

You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”

“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”

“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”

“What? No, that’s not what Iー”

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”

“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”

You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.

“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”

You folded your arms. “Maybe.”

He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”

You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”

Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.

Caught (Part Two)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header.

A Note from Kutemouse: Hey all! Thank you so much for your patience. I am feeling a lot better now. Hopefully, I stay healthy and energized until the next baby comes around 😉 I am nearing 200 followers and am considering opening requests again as a massive “Thank you for continuing to follow me despite my slow af updates” 😂 Look out for an announcement in that regard!

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Yandere!BTS, Yandere!Taehyung

Warnings: As always, swears. Taehyung drugged Y/n like the ass he is. Super sexy daddy Taehyung. Restraints are used. LOTS of dialogue (sorry, not sorry!). Taehyung is kind of a matured version of a fuckboy? Begging. Yeonjun doesn’t give a damn. Bargaining. Negotiations. Taehyung has blackmail pics of sexual acts on his phone. Y/n considers staking Taehyung (I would too, tbh). Tae’s pretty forceful and we discover he *may or may not* have a choking kink.

To be clear, there is no actual sex in this part. No non-con. Nothing too crazy… yet 😜

Word Count: ‘Bout 3.7k

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Part Two ~ The Proposal

Soft thoughts floated through my consciousness, rousing me slowly from slumber. “Is it morning already? Where’s Chanwook? This doesn’t smell like my room.”

With a groan, I opened my eyes, something heavy and large pounding through my head.

“Welcome back, baby girl.”

My eyes darted to the figure sitting in front of me, hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. My entire body jerked away from him when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Both hands and feet were secured with zip ties to the chair I was in. “Damn you, Kim Taehyung!” I grunted, my speech slightly slurred.

He merely chuckled, tapping a long finger against his bottom lip. “It’s just a precaution. Can’t have you getting away, now can we?”

“What the hell do you want?” I spat.

He leaned forward, the flickering light from the nearby fireplace catching on his sharp jawline. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I narrowed my eyes in response.

Taehyung stood, circling my chair until he was out of sight. “I want to make up for lost time, baby girl. I missed you.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that made its way past my lips. “I obviously didn’t miss you!”

He suddenly reappeared at the corner of my vision, causing me to whip my head around. Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he loomed menacingly over me. “I know you didn’t,” he growled. “No visits, no letters… the entire time I was in prison, I kept waiting for something from you.”

“So that’s what this is about,” I snapped, squirming out of his grip. “Revenge. You want to make me suffer for leaving you behind and living my own life.”

Taehyung slammed a large hand on the back of the chair, making me jump. “Enough!”

He leaned down until his inky eyes were level with mine, boring a hole straight through my soul. “You’re here for my pleasure, baby. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Taehyung, please!” My tone, no longer snarky, was laced instead with sheer and utter panic.

“Please let me go,” I begged. “I have people who will be worried about me, people who will send the police to come looking for me.”

“No you don’t,” Taehyung said, holding up my phone with a smirk. “A few texts and a couple of social media posts here and there should keep them away.”

My heart sank as I realized the extent of his words. “Taehyung, please,” I said, desperately throwing what shreds of my dignity I had left out the window. “Just let me go. I’m sorry I didn’t write to you while you were in prison, okay? That was wrong of me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he leered down at me. “As if that will be enough to satisfy me,” he growled. “You owe me, Y/n.”

“Then tell me what you fucking want! To scare me?! You’ve already accomplished that. To teach me a lesson?! Consider this lesson learned!”

I glared up at him defiantly. “If money is what you’re really after, my fiancè will pay good money to get me back.”

Taehyung laughed, his sinister chuckles reverberating off the walls. “Do I look like I need money?” he asked, gesturing around. Even in the dim firelight, I could tell the room we were in was large, the floors richly carpeted, the furniture rich and expensive. I gaped at my former lover in disbelief. Back in our school days, Taehyung could barely afford to take me on a date let alone afford a place like this. Then again, I didn’t know where I was. What if it was all a ruse?

Taehyung knelt in front of me before reaching a hand out, causing me to flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, tenderly stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Don’t you get it, Y/n? I don’t want money or revenge, or to teach you a lesson. What I want most… is you.”

I shied away from his touch, my eyes widening, my throat closing up. My next words came out in a choked whisper. “But why?”

Taehyung shook his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Enough. Here’s my offer, Y/n. You will stay with me for one year. 365 days, to be exact. If you still want to go back to your old life after that year, I’ll let you go. However…”

He trailed off, allowing what he was saying to sink in. I immediately began shaking my head, but he stopped my protests with a finger over my lips. “However,” he continued, his tone more forceful. “If you choose to stay, you may stay.”

I pulled back as if his finger had burned me. “I will never choose to stay,” I spat.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “Have it your way. But just so you know, that year begins only when you agree to my proposal… not a moment sooner.”

“What if I refuse to agree?”

He smirked. “Then you’ll be in this room for a long time, won’t you baby girl?”

Anger bubbled up beneath my skin, causing my limbs to shake. “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!”

His smirk only grew. “Only if you’re good.”

He turned on his heel and exited out a door, throwing light over his silhouette for a brief moment before he closed it behind him. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, but no one came. I wondered if anyone could even hear me.

After a few hours, exhaustion overtook me, and despite my best efforts to stay awake, I began to nod off, my head lolling back against the chair.

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“Miss Park?” a voice said, bringing me out of sleep. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Glancing around, I found myself in a spacious bedroom with lavish furniture and a large, smoldering fireplace. Sunlight streamed in through large windows that graced one wall of the room, overlooking a large courtyard.

I was tied to a high-backed chair upholstered in soft, red fabric, a similar chair where Taehyung had sat only hours before in front of me. “Miss Park?” the voice asked again, and I glanced sideways to see Yeonjun standing there, a tray in his hands.

He smiled a bit. “Glad to see you’re awake. I have breakfast for you.”

“I don’t want it,” I immediately said.

“Trust me, it’s not been tampered with,” he said, setting the tray on a nearby empty desk. He picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. “See?”

“Fine,” I sighed. “But what about these restraints? I can’t exactly eat with my hands tied.”

Yeonjun pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open. I flinched and shut my eyes before feeling the sudden release of pressure around my wrists and ankles. I pried open my eyelids to see that Yeonjun had cut the zip ties off, angry red marks left where they’d cut into my skin.

He led me to the desk, sitting me down in the chair behind it. “Eat,” he ordered.

I reluctantly took a bit, chewing slowly. There were no funny tastes or smells, no indication that any of it was poisoned or tampered with. I realized I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Hunger overtook my senses, and I ravenously finished every bite.

“Glad you liked it,” Yeonjun remarked, taking the tray and empty dishes.

I grabbed hold of his arm just before he walked away. “Yeonjun, please,” I pleaded. “Help me. Let me go.”

“Sorry, Miss Park,” he said, shrugging me off. “That won’t be possible.”

“Please!” I shouted, my voice hoarse as he shut and locked the door firmly behind him.

At least he didn’t tie me up again. I glanced around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon or method of escape. Nothing sharp was in immediate reach, but maybe I could smash a piece of furniture, make a stake of some sort?

I picked up a small wooden stool, intent on throwing it as hard as I could when the sound of the lock clicking made me freeze.

The door suddenly flew open and I dropped the stool, the clatter softened by the carpet. Unfortunately for me, Taehyung’s sharp eyes caught everything. “None of that now, baby girl,” his deep lilt rumbled. He kicked the stool even farther away from me, clicking his tongue tauntingly.

“Fuck you, Taehyung,” I muttered, refusing to look at him.

He stepped close in front of me, his dark eyes drawing me in despite the hate surging beneath my skin. “Maybe later,” he said, his tone teasing. “But for now, I just want to know if you’ve thought any more about my proposal.”

“I have. The answer is, and always will be, no.”

Taehyung smirked. “If you say so.”

He stood and began circling me the same way he had last night. I couldn’t help the way my eyes slid over his well-dressed figure, trying to size him up. Black slacks hugged his calves and thighs, setting off his Italian leather shoes nicely, leading up to a belt hugging the curve of his waist. Taehyung’s collared shirt was also black, loosely unbuttoned at the neck, with sleeves pushed up to his elbows exposing sun-kissed skin. Rings decorated his large hands, and his dark, curly hair spilled over his eyes like he’d just woken up.

My disgusted consciousness snapped me back to reality, making me shake my head a few times.

“Fine, I’ll play your game,” Taehyung said suddenly. “I’ll sweeten the deal. As you’ve noticed, I’m quite well-off. So, as a thank-you for your cooperation, I’ll buy you a gift of your choice. Money is no object.”

“I don’t want a gift,” I snapped. “I want you to let me go.”

“Oh, come now,” he taunted, once again stepping close to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. The warmth from his palms sank through my blouse into my skin.

“There has to be something you want. A designer outfit? An all-expenses paid trip?”

“I don’t want anything but my freedom,” I protested, shrugging out of his grip. “Taehyung, you can’t just buy me off like that, I’m not some object that you own! You can’t just kidnap me and make me yours!”

“I know that,” he retorted. “That’s why I’m giving you a year. I want you to fall back in love with me because you want to, not because you’re forced to.”

“I don’t want to fall back in love with you. I’ve got my own life, Taehyung! A fiancé, a family, friends!”

Taehyung’s face screwed up in disgust. “Your fiancé is a piece of shit,” he spat. “Do you know what he’s been doing while you’ve been working late nights trying to obtain your dreams?”

I shook my head, my mouth parting in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

“These pictures don’t lie,” Taehyung said, opening his phone and shoving it toward me. Displayed on the screen was Chanwook, your supposedly loving fiancé, drilling into a woman you didn’t recognize from behind. His face was contorted in pleasure, sweat dripping down his naked torso. That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Shock shuddered through your veins as you recognized your penthouse apartment, your bed, one of your engagement photos standing upright on the night table next to the couple.

Taehyung gently took his phone back. “There are more, but I don’t think you want to see them,” he murmured. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, turning away from him.

“I really am sorry.” He reached out a finger and tenderly stroked my cheek.

“I said, fuck off!” I shouted, slapping his hand away.

With a low growl, Taehyung shoved me backward, causing me to land with a yelp on the bed. He crawled over me, one hand snaking around my throat, the other gripping my wrist, pinning me down. He pressed a knee between my legs, pushing against my center. I instinctively leaned back, trying to get as far away from him as I could, exposing all the skin of my neck to him. He trailed his lips lightly over my jaw, his hand around my throat squeezing briefly before wandering down, lingering over my breast, landing on my waist and squeezing there.

My breath came out in short, panicked gasps, my eyes watering from the possibility of what was to come. Fear clenched my heart, but at the same time, a small part of me wanted to succumb. His scent drifted over me, taking me back to the days we used to do this willingly, hours upon hours spent wrapped around each other under the sheets in endless pleasure. It didn’t help that he still wore the same cologne. I used to worship that smell, stealing Taehyung’s clothes whenever I could so during the nights we spent apart, I still had a piece of him. I felt my body betraying me, my core clenching, desire oozing from between my folds, reacting to the pressure from Taehyung’s knee.

“I won’t touch you,” Taehyung hissed, his voice low and deep, each one of his exhales over my skin setting my nerves on fire. “Not until you say you want me.”

He released me all at once, taking a step back to view the sweaty, terrified mess he made of me with relish. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t provoke me.”

My body wracked out a sob I’d been trying to keep contained as I sat up. “Taehyung, please,” I begged. “Let me go.”

My ex-boyfriend knelt down in front of me, gently grasping my jaw with both hands and swiping away my tears with his thumbs. “Sorry, baby girl. Not going to happen. I need you too much.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please.”

He stood and left, the door shutting behind him sounding like the final note to my death march.

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A week passed without seeing him. The only time I saw anyone was when Yeonjun brought me meals every few hours, three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each time he asked me the same question. “Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

Each time my answer was always a firm, “No.” After a few days, I stopped attempting to escape. Even unrestrained, it was futile. One time, I’d even thrown a chair at the window, but it didn’t even scratch the pane. I slammed my fists against the glass, frustrated. What kind of paranoid asshole put bulletproof glass in his bedroom windows?

Before I could take that thought any further, the door opened, announcing the arrival of Yeonjun and breakfast. “Good morning, Miss Park,” he said.

“Morning,” I mumbled half-heartedly.

“Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

I sighed, defeated. “Actually, I have some questions. Is there any way I can speak to him?”

In reality, my answer was still floating in the ballpark of no, but I wanted to get Taehyung in here to at least see if I could negotiate some terms of my own. I had to try.

“I’ll let Mr. Kim know you want to speak with him,” Yeonjun said, uncertainty in his tone. “Miss Park, if I may be so bold, I think you should take him up on his proposal.”

My eyes snapped to his. “Seriously? How could you say that to me?”

“Easy,” he said, taking a step back. “I just mean, if you’re intent on going back home, wouldn’t the quickest way be to settle with him and get the year over with?”

I hung my head, knowing he was right. With all this time to think, I had come to the same conclusion. I hated giving in, but it seemed to be the fastest way to obtain my freedom.

“There have to be conditions though, right?”

“Naturally.”

“That’s why I need to speak with him. I want to negotiate some terms of my own.”

Yeonjun’s face broke out in a smile. “Very well, Miss Park. I’ll tell him.”

“Thank you.”

It was nearly dark when Taehyung finally came to see me. I continued staring out the window, arms folded across my chest, ignoring him. “Baby girl,” he murmured, stepping close behind me and rubbing his palms up and down my forearms. “I heard you wanted to see me.”

I turned and stepped out of his reach. “I didn’t want to see you,” I snapped. “I just wanted to discuss the terms of your proposal. I have some conditions.”

“Alright then,” he said, sitting down and gesturing to me to sit as well. I continued to stand. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be able to call my aunt every so often.”

Taehyung’s dark eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll call using the speakerphone. The phone doesn’t have to be anywhere near me. That way if I say anything you don’t like, you can cut the call short. I just want to hear her voice, let her know I’m okay.”

He sighed. “Fine. Anything else?”

“I want to know where you’ve taken me. Where I am.”

“All you need to know is that we’re still in Korea,” he replied. “My countryside villa. See baby? I told you I’d buy us a house in the country.”

Taehyung flashed me a boxy grin that brought memories of the boy I loved in high school flooding back like a river bursting through a dam. I squeezed my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms, grounding myself.

“However, I should warn you,” he said, his tone less playful and more menacing. “There are no nearby cities or towns. If you run, all you’ll find are miles and miles of woods. We’re very well-hidden here, and I intend to keep us that way.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “Don’t tell me where we are, I don’t care.”

“If you’re finished,” he said, standing up and stepping close to me once more. “I have some terms of my own.”

I scoffed. “You’ve already kidnapped me, Taehyung, what more do you want?”

“Nothing much. I’m merely smoothing out the details,” he said, his deep lilt causing my chest to tighten.

“Fine,” I snapped, shoving my emotions down.

“When I said I wanted you to be with me for an entire year, I meant it,” he replied, his inky eyes catching on mine. “So wherever I go, you go with me.”

“Fine.”

“And you don’t try to escape.”

I tossed him a glare. “You can’t honestly expect me to—”

He put a finger over my lips, silencing me. “You try to escape, I’ll put you back in this room, and your year will start over once you begin behaving properly again.”

I slapped his hand away. “God, fine!”

Taehyung smirked. “So you agree?”

“Yes, I fucking agree!”

“Excellent.”

He strode towards the door and held it open for me. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”

I practically ran out of the room I’d spent the last few days in, desperate to behold a new view, to breathe fresh air. A large hallway met my eyes, with doors leading to who knew where. Taehyung grabbed my hand and tugged me after him as I tried to take it all in. So the expensive furniture and spacious room weren’t a facade. He actually was extremely wealthy if he owned this place.

We rounded a corner and walked through a gallery, opulent pieces of art hanging on each side of us, rounding another corner only to tread down a large staircase. “Taehyung, is this your home?” I asked, my voice high and soft with disbelief.

He hummed in response. “Actually, it’s only one of my homes. It’s my favorite one, though.”

I balked at his response. The Taehyung I knew could never, ever afford such luxuries. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he continued to lead me past a dining room, a living room where I caught sight of a pool in the backyard, through two sets of double doors, until we entered a spacious suite covered in colors of soft, dark gray and black. A large mural was embedded into the wall above the massive four-poster bed depicting what looked to be a scene from Greek mythology. I turned, gaping at my surroundings. If I thought the bedroom I’d been locked in was large, this room was absolutely humongous. With the bed in the middle of the room surrounded by expensive furniture and a sitting room off to the side with a door leading to the backyard, I began to feel overwhelmed. How did this happen? How was Taehyung living the life of practical royalty after the state I’d left him in?

I spun slowly, taking it all in, when I saw it. A gorgeous painting depicting a woman whose face was half in shadow, half in light, smiling down at the both of us. My mouth dropped in horror as I recognized my own face. “Fuck,” I muttered, stumbling back. Fear clenched my heart as I wondered just how far Taehyung would take his apparent obsession with me.

“Do you like it?” he asked, mistaking my alarm for awe.

“It’s i-interesting,” I managed to stammer out.

“I had it made so I wouldn’t forget your face. But now that you’re here with me, I won’t need it anymore.”

He gestured around the room. “This is the master suite. My room. You’ll be staying here for the time being. Anything of mine is yours.”

“Wait… you’re giving me your room?”

Taehyung chuckled. “No, Y/n. You’re staying in my room with me.”

I shook my head. “No, absolutely not. I refuse!”

He cocked an eyebrow and stepped close, causing me to avert my eyes. “The agreement was that you stay with me and go where I go. That includes where I go in my own house.”

I could feel my anger rising, threatening to burst out, but I calmed it as best I could. “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Your things have been collected and brought here,” Taehyung said, turning away from me. “Feel free to unpack and shower. I’ll bring you something to eat later.”

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked flippantly.

He turned back just long enough to toss me a cheeky smirk. “Just have to go clean up a little mess is all. Be back soon.”

“Wait,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. “What happened to, ‘I go where you go?’”

“Not this time, baby girl,” he replied, walking out of the suite and leaving me alone.

I glanced around. “Agreement or no agreement,” I thought. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

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Part Three Coming Eventually!! 😂

And Then He Was Gray (Part Six, End)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: Woooooooow, here we are, at the end! I think this is the first six-part one-shot I’ve finished on this tumblr. Uh-maze-ing. This was so much fun to write. I love that I came up with this purely out of my own head, the only inspiration being that damn beautiful gray shirt and Jin’s damn beautiful self. I’m really proud of this piece. I hope you, dear kutie reader, enjoyed it as well. Thank you for your support, and as always, I purple you <3

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Praise kink shining through, oral, mutual masturbation, a bit o’ angst, and (as always) f*cking swears.

Word Count: 1,583

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Six (End)

My eyelids fluttered as my consciousness stirred, but I buried my face back into the pillow, not wanting to wake up. If I woke up, it would be morning, and I’d have to go home, and my amazing one-night stand would be over, becoming nothing but a bunch of memories I’d only be able to take out late at night when I was alone.

I reached a hand out, feeling beside me where Jin had lain, his strong arms wrapped around me as we finally drifted off to sleep for the last time. After the first time, despite a heavy makeout session and him promising to fuck me into oblivion again, we decided we were both too exhausted to go another round. Jin sweetly took care of me, grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping me down with it, tenderly kissing every inch of my body as he did so. “Did so well,” he muttered between kisses. “So good. My good girl.”

I sleepily preened at the praise, smiling and letting out content sighs as he cleaned me up. He got us both large glasses of water, watching to make sure I gulped mine all the way down before snuggling up against me in bed and wrapping me in his arms. The heat emanating from his skin alongside his heartbeat lulled me almost to sleep when Jin’s voice broke the silence. “Y/n.”

“Mmmm?”

“That was… mind-blowing.”

I hummed in agreement, my eyes still closed, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“I just wanted to ask before we fell asleep… if I get horny again, do I have your consent to wake you up by eating you out?”

My eyes shot open, heat flooding to my core at the thought. “God, yes,” I sighed.

I could feel Jin’s smile as he kissed my cheek. “Good. Because if I’m sleeping next to you, it’s almost a guarantee I’m gonna wanna fuck again.”

And fuck again we did. Jin only let me have a couple hours sleep before I woke up with his head between my thighs, slurping down my juices as his tongue penetrated my core and swirled around my clit. I came twice again, once from him eating me out, then again as we fucked once more, this time more slow and sensual as we were both still a bit drowsy.

After a couple more hours of sleep, I woke up to Jin fingering me, the pads of his ring and middle fingers drawing circles on my clit as his hot breath warmed my neck from behind. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his lengthy shaft, pumping up and down until we mutually orgasmed once more.

I smiled, the memories from last night leaving warmth flowing through me, and finally opened my eyes. It had to be at least mid-day, if not later. The sun was lighting up the room, even through Jin’s dark curtains, and the day felt like it was already mostly over. Jin was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around, my gaze landing on a folded t-shirt with a glass of water next to it. I gulped it down, so thirsty after all of last night’s antics, then put on the t-shirt, which fell to my thighs.

I cautiously opened the bedroom door and padded down the hall into the kitchen, from where a delicious smell was wafting throughout the apartment. “Hey,” Jin said. His upper half was bare, and he wore gray sweatpants that fell loosely around his hips. I wet my lips at the sight of Balenciaga boxers peeking out above the waistline.

“Hi,” I replied, a bit breathless.

“Did you sleep well?”

I hummed in response. Something was sizzling in the pan he held, and he dragged a spoon through it before blowing the steam away and holding it out to me. “Taste this.”

I stepped close and obliged, the warm smell coming from the pan enticing my senses. I chewed and swallowed. “Wow, that is really good,” I said.

Jin shot me a smile. “Good. Sit down, I’ll make you a plate.”

He set the food-filled plate in front of me, along with a pair of chopsticks. “Thanks,” I murmured.

“Oh, here’s your phone. I charged it for you, and your clothes will be out of the dryer in a few minutes.”

I blinked. He washed my clothes? Jin seemed to be almost too considerate… Almost like he’d practiced this routine a million other times, with a million other girls. That depressing thought led me to turn on my phone, eager to distract myself from my perpetual loneliness.

Soyeon had called me three times, and texted me twice as many times.

I quickly tapped out a message back to her.

I lay my phone face down on the table. It buzzed a few times, no doubt Soyeon freaking out about the fact I was at Jin’s place, but I ignored it. “Everything okay?” Jin asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just Soyeon checking in on me.”

Jin was wiping his hands on a dish towel, staring intently down at me. The sight of his bare honey-toned torso and taut muscles was almost too much to look at. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was, and even more unbelievable was the fact we’d had such an incredible night together… But with every high comes just as deep of a low. How is it that I’d gotten laid but I felt more single today then I did last night?

I quickly finished eating and went to grab my clothes, changing as fast as I could and grabbing my purse. “Erm,” I said, causing Jin to look up from cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m going to call a cab. Thanks for… Well, thanks for everything.”

Jin’s brow furrowed. “Wait a sec, I can give you a ride.”

I smiled weakly. “There’s no need. I can get home on my own. I’ll just wait on the curb.”

He crossed the room, confusion in his eyes. “Hold on now, no need to rush. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “You wanted… what?”

Jin stepped close, caressing my cheek with a long finger. “Why are you always running away from me?”

“I’m not,” I retorted, stepping out of his reach. “I’m just trying to give you an out so you don’t have to feel bad.”

“Why would I need an out?”

I glanced awkwardly to the side. “Because… Well, because… This is just a one-night stand, isn’t it? I mean, that’s what you do with girls?”

Jin scoffed. “Seriously? You’re still on about that?”

“Well, yeah. Look, Soyeon told me━”

“I don’t care what Soyeon told you. Yeah, there have been other girls. You’re telling me there haven’t been other guys?”

I stayed silent. Clearly, after last night, I was no virgin, but I wasn’t a player either. “I just wanted to be clear with our expectations,” I muttered, turning away.

I had my hand on the door handle when Jin placed his large one over it. “Tell me, right now,” he said earnestly. “Be honest. Do you want this to only be a one-night stand? Or would you like it if something more came out of it?”

My mouth parted in surprise as I looked back at him. “Be honest,” Jin repeated, his gaze eager. “Because I’ll be honest with you. I have been with other girls, yes, a lot of other girls by some standards. I’ve always been straight with them, telling them they were just a means to satisfy me for the night, but none of them could even do that much. None of them were what I needed.”

I slowly turned back around as he spoke, letting him get closer and closer with each word. Jin placed his hands on either side of me, effectively pinning me with my back to the door. “I need you,” he said, passion dripping from his voice. “I need everything about you. I told you, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be perfect for me.”

I pressed my lips together. “Yeah, but sexual compatibility does not make a relationship,” I said. “No matter how amazing.”

Jin blew out a frustrated exhale, shaking his head. “You still don’t get it. I want to date you, Y/n. Will you go out with me?”

I blinked. Was he… serious? I mean, we did have some things in common. We both liked to cook, we had similar friends… and we were fantastic in bed together. Maybe this could work. Maybe I could have someone of my own, finally, someone to go to parties with, someone to share all my secrets with, someone to love.

“Y-Yeah,” I finally stuttered out. “I’ll go out with you.”

Jin let out the breath he’d been holding, sliding his palm up towards my jaw, angling it upward. He captured my lips with his in the sweetest kiss, drawing me up on my tiptoes, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He drew back, and I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer, wishing for more.

“Come on,” Jin said, his gaze darkening as he tugged me by the hand back towards the bedroom. “I’ve got the whole day off, and I know exactly what… or should I say, who… I want to do.”

Smiling, I let him lead me into the kind of bliss that, until that moment, I’d only dreamed I’d be able to have.

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The Fucking End <3

And Then He Was Gray (Part Five)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: I’m baaaaack!!!! 😄 So sorry this took so long to update! I feel so bad, but I promise I have a good reason why it’s been forever since I’ve posted. Please see my Big Announcement Update for further info. I’ve missed you all!

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Swears, god f*cking dammit.

LOTS AND LOTS OF DIRTY, FILTHY SMUT including, but not limited to, biting, sucking, groping, Jin throwing Y/n around a bit, the giving/receiving of hickeys, BDSM themes, fingering, Jin going all in on Y/n’s praise kink, face-fucking, smut, smut, and more smut.

Forget the gallon of holy water, I need an entire pool-full of the stuff 😂 Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,178

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Five

Once Jin had shut and locked his front door, I turned around and looked at him from across the room, eyes wide with apprehension. He stared at me for a few long moments, a playful smile drawing the corners of his full, cotton-candy lips upward, his large hands shoved in his pockets.

“Tell me what you want,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t catch it.

“Want… Want you,” I murmured.

Jin crossed the room, stepping so close to me I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I looked down in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of that. He gently cupped both sides of my jaw with his hands and raised my gaze until it was locked onto his. I drew in a shaky breath, trembling from the suspense, as his head dipped further down until his lips mercifully brushed against mine.

I let out a satisfied moan, finally getting a taste of what I desired, as I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around Jin’s neck and tugging him closer. Jin let go of my face, putting his hands to work elsewhere. They scrambled over my body, not able to decide on a resting place. They first squeezed my hips, then wrapped around them, then moved to massage handfuls of my ass, only to roam north and tweak my clothed breasts until my nipples stiffened.

I gasped and licked inside his mouth, each new sensation bringing me higher and higher until my mind was smothered in a lust-filled haze. I wanted him. I needed him.

Jin suddenly shoved me backward, and I fell on the couch behind me with a loud “Ooomf!”

Before I could question him, he loomed over me, eyes swirling with dark clouds of desire. As slow as could be, Jin raised his arms. His gray, star-studded shirt followed suit, showing off the honey-toned skin of his stomach I’d been dying to get a taste of all night, and the strip of Balenciaga boxers. My mouth watered, forcing me to swallow. Finally, he tugged the shirt off, revealing his smooth, broad shoulders.

Jin stepped closer to the point where I could smell his musky cologne, the spiciness of the scent making my nostrils tingle. God, I wanted nothing but to taste that bare skin. I wanted nothing but to inhale buckets of that scent. Yet I didn’t dare touch him. Not until he gave me the go-ahead. I actually sat on my hands to keep myself from the temptation.

He chuckled a bit at my antics before tantalizingly undoing the button that sealed his jeans together. His fingers grasped the zipper, and I actually bit my lip to contain myself.

Jin took notice and dropped to his knees, pressing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip and drawing it out from between my teeth. “What did I say about you biting your lip?” he murmured, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura.

“S-Sorry, Sir,” I stuttered. “I-It’s your job.”

“That’s right.”

He kissed me harshly, dominating my mouth with his, taking turns between shoving his tongue down my throat and taking my bottom lip between his lips and sucking. “You know,” he said, drawing back, leaving me panting. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s fair that you get to see me before I get to see you.”

Jin snaked his hands around to my ass and tugged me to the edge of the couch, causing me to let out a yelp. He devoured my mouth once more, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core until he reached my gray skirt and began to tug it and my panties off all at once. Jin drew back as he slid the fabric down my skin, his eyes following its movement until he reached my calves. I lifted my legs up, allowing him to slide the clothes over my feet and toss them away.

He then grasped both of my knees and forced my legs apart. Heat flooded my cheeks as he stared at my dripping core, fascinated. “Damn,” he murmured. “Such a pretty pussy… just begging to be fucked.”

I whimpered in response to his words, my exposed middle clenching around nothing. Jin let out a low groan when he saw that. “Want me that bad, huh?” he asked.

I nodded eagerly. “Want you so, so bad, Sir.”

Jin stood and undid his zipper, yanking his dark jeans down just enough to expose his hard member bulging from inside his boxers, the tip barely sticking out above the waistband, weeping pre-cum.

He drew closer, standing between my open legs. At long last, he finally freed his dick, tossing his pants and boxers away, and I gasped, my mouth falling open of its own accord. “That’s right, baby girl,” Jin growled. “Suck. But keep those hands underneath that pretty ass of yours.”

I immediately obeyed, sliding my hands underneath my thighs, before shoving the entire, long length of his cock inside my eager mouth. The velvety, soft skin of his member urged me to hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, bobbing my head up and down, earning me several loud gasps and moans from Jin. I got him to the point where his entire frame began to shudder from the pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he managed to gasp out. “No teasing at all… just went straight for it. My kind of girl.”

Encouraged by the praise, I sped up my pace, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat and activate my gag reflex. I instinctively tried to press my legs together, wanting any sort of friction or relief, but Jin’s body stood in the way.

Jin groaned loudly, gratifying me through his pleasure. He wrapped my hair into his fist and guided me as I continued slurping and sucking around his huge member. “Hold still, baby,” he suddenly commanded. “I’m going to fuck your face.”

At his words, I braced myself and tried to contain myself at the same time. My entire system of nerves felt like they were on fire, tingles running up and down my spine at every moan he let out, flushing with a heat I only dreamed existed before now. “Squeeze my thigh when you need a break,” Jin said.

He suddenly thrust deeply down my throat, holding still there for just a second before pulling nearly all the way back out. He did that a couple more times before increasing his pace, ramming his cock in and out so rapidly I almost couldn’t keep up. I dug my nails into Jin’s thigh, trying to stay in control while staving off the downward spiral that was my own carnal indulgence.

Jin immediately stopped, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. “You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, so different from the dominant growl he’d used earlier.

I coughed for a moment, wiping tears from my eyes. “Y-Yes,” I finally spluttered out. “Sorry, I wanted to keep going, I didn’t think, I just needed something to… something to…”

Jin’s eyes were soft as he pulled me upright, a knowing smile hovering over his perfect lips. “Something to hold on to?”

I nodded, looking down in embarrassment.

He lifted my gaze to his with a gentle finger underneath my chin. “Do you want to keep going?”

I nodded eagerly. His dark eyes smoldered, lust filling them, his smile changing into a smirk. I was going to get whiplash from the duality of this man. Jin suddenly scooped me up, causing me to shriek in surprise, before carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. “Come here,” he growled.

I obeyed, scooting towards him. Jin peeled my top off, grunting in appreciation when he saw the lacy black bra underneath. “Were you expecting this to happen?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I shrugged. “Not really. I just… like to feel pretty in all aspects when I go to a party.”

“I see,” he murmured, leaning down and undoing the clasps of my bra, sliding the straps down off my shoulders and tossing the bit of fabric somewhere behind him. He crawled on the bed on top of me, nudging my thighs apart. He leaned back, only for a moment, sliding a condom on his hard, huge length. I swallowed hard at the sight.

Jin let out a low chuckle before grabbing me and flipping me onto my front. “God, this ass,” he groaned, spreading my cheeks apart.

He rubbed the pad of his middle finger up and down my length. “So fucking wet still. That’s my good girl.”

I moaned at his words, soaking up his praise. Jin leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, before prodding me open with his tip. He was enormous, but I knew I could take it. I wanted to take it more than anything at that moment. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, the pressure on my slick walls so phenomenal I could hardly stand it. He bottomed out then slowly slid back until he was nearly all the way out again, then pumped back in. His pace increased as we both adjusted, crescendoing faster and faster until slapping sounds filled the air. I pressed my face into his comforter, moaning loudly as he pounded me into the bed like nothing else mattered. Grunts, growls, and the occasional, “Oh god, you feel so good,” came from behind me as Jin continued ruining me beyond belief.

The building pleasure I felt was unreal. It felt so good, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t open my eyes, hell, I could barely breathe. I could feel my pelvis muscles tightening, a chord in me about to snap.

“Fuck!” Jin cried out, suddenly pulling out of me. My legs trembled as the cold air hit my insides.

“Come here,” he growled, flipping me back over. “I need to see that pretty face as I make you come undone.”

He kissed me harshly, twirling his tongue around mine, groaning loudly as he pressed back inside of me. He went frustratingly slower this time, prolonging both our orgasms, instead choosing to focus on biting and sucking the skin around my neck and breasts, leaving a trail of purple blossoms all over.

Jin pulled back suddenly, sweat making the ends of his hair wet, his lust-filled eyes and parted mouth making me flush with a new wave of heat. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he murmured.

I audibly gasped as he pumped in and out of me at a lightning-fast tempo, the smell of our juices permeating the air as they began to mix. It was all I could do to moan and feel his delicious length hitting all the right spots. “Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” Jin panted. “Gonna cum so hard around my dick?”

I fucking lost it. All my muscles tightened at once, a gasp coming at the end of each loud moan as I struggled for air, my orgasm washing over me like a thousand-foot tidal wave. “Fuck!” I cried out as I hit the peak of my pleasure.

Jin slowed down a little, prolonging my orgasm, relishing in the way I tightened and released around him. “Damn,” he grunted. “You’re pussy is so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could fuck it all night long.”

“Do it,” I groaned.

His pace picked up once more, my moans coming out as loud whimpers. I almost wanted to beg for him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg him to keep going forever and ever. Jin’s hips snapped into mine, and he only paused for a second to pin my legs backward, his shoulder muscles popping from the tension. “God, I’m gonna cum,” he huffed, pounding me faster.

His pleasure was my pleasure. I moaned loudly as my muscles clenched together once more, another orgasm hitting me just as he let out a loud growl, pressing his twitching length inside me as he came.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jin groaned, his member pulsating inside of me as spurt after spurt of cum wrecked the inside of the condom. He finally stilled, both of us panting hard. Jin slid a hand around the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, slowly, sensually, like he wanted to taste and feel every bit of my lips with his, so different from his rough kisses from before.

I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I kissed him back. He felt so good, so amazing. I didn’t want this to end.

Jin pulled away, his eyes taking a tad longer to open than usual. “You can stay over,” he murmured.

I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain my glee over having a few more hours with him.

Jin’s gaze darkened as he once again gently pressed a finger to my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Y/n… What did I say about biting that lip?”

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Part Six (End) is here!! Enjoy <3

Omg that must have been hectic! I'm so happy you're better now! You're so strong to have gone through so so much. Please take care and stay as safe as you can💝. Take as many breaks as you need, your health is most important!

Also congratulations on the baby!💗

It was insane! But I am all better now, and I feel super healthy and strong. Thank you for being so supportive, kutie, ily <3

Update to my Big Announcement

Warning(s): Pregnancy, morning sickness, surgery, and swears.

TL,DR at the end.

Hey kuties~

Been a while.

I cannot apologize enough for having been gone for like... a year. Literally a year. Lemme spill some tea on what has happened since July 2020 when I found out I was pregnant.

So, shortly after I posted my Big Announcement in which I said I’d finish all my ongoing projects (LOL), I got sick. Like, it was regular pregnancy sickness, but worse. I was throwing up ALL the damn time. It was bad. I couldn’t move off my couch let alone think up beautiful words to write you all, and I am so sorry for that.

So, my second trimester rolls around, and my morning sickness as well as Covid takes a turn for the better, so the little shop that I work for opens back up. But then, my Assistant Manager quits to pursue his art (which I fully support! His art is amazing x 12,000). My Manager offers me the position. So here I am, fully pregnant, and going from working 2-3 days a week in 5 hour shifts to working a full 40 hour work week. Then Christmas rolls around, which for retail is like a living hell, so I’m working hella overtime. All while pregnant in the middle of a pandemic. To say I was sanitizing my hands every 5 minutes is an understatement.

I am very lucky. I’ve never had Covid. I didn’t go outside or visit people once during the pandemic, and it’s only recently I’ve begun to see my family regularly again. It was nuts.

Anyway, the point is, I had no time to write, and even if I did, I spent it sleeping because holy fuck, pregnancy makes you tired and it’s not like the morning sickness ever fully went away, it just lessened.

So my third trimester rolls around, and I am still working anywhere from 40-55 hours a week all while being UNCOMFORTABLY PREGNANT. Yes, I am crazy. It got to the point where I was so huge, I couldn’t bend over any more to pick up merch people had thrown on the floor.

That was when I turned in my resignation. I’ve always wanted to quit work to be a full-time mom and writer, and this was my chance! Right?! WRONG. So I quit 2 weeks before I was due, and in that time, I was quarantining, but I was setting up everything for the baby and also resting, because fuck, just walking around the house made me tired. Pregnancy is a wild ride, my peoples. So again, not really any time to write.

So then, I have my baby. And she is freaking BEAUTIFUL (yes, she is a girl!) and amazing, and... so damn high maintenance. I mean, that’s just babies in general, but my little girl is so goddamn picky about everything. She was not one of those babies that would just eat and sleep a lot, she required a ton of attention. Not only that, but I had to have her via emergency c-section because she decided to come a week late, and her heartbeat started dropping because my placenta decided it had enough and started to give out, so I was on the couch AGAIN not able to really move or do anything besides feed my baby, sleep, and eat.

So my baby girl is 3 months old, and she finally got to the point where I had actual free time during the day. But then... I started having pain. Real bad pain, in my back. Like the type of back pain where you are immobilized in bed, not being able to move because it hurts so badly. It got to the point where the pain would only go away when I threw up.

Y’all, I legit thought I was pregnant again, and I was about to give up because holy fuck, I was not ready.

So I went to the doctor. Turns out my gall bladder was super inflamed with a bunch of little stones in it. So I had to get it taken out. Yep, you read that right. I had 2 SURGERIES IN 4 MONTHS.

Fuck. Me.

Anyways, so now I’m all healed up, my pain is finally gone, my little one is 4 months old and actually takes long naps now, and I finally, finally, finally have time/energy/motivation to write.

So here I am! I’m back! And as an olive branch/apology present, I have finished “And Then He was Gray!” Yep, I’m posting the last two parts over the next two days (one per day) so you can have that, at least. I’m still keeping requests closed for now until I get caught up (which honestly, might take another whole year tbh). I’m planning on posting regularly again, but it will be very slow, and nowhere near as consistent. Sorry everyone, I’ve got a little baby to take care of, and well, as I’ve learned, shit happens!

Thank you for all your understanding and support in advance. It’s such a pleasure to write for you all, and I honestly do love it. I wish I had more time in the day, but hey, what can you do?

Love you kuties <3

TL,DR: I got pregnant, was really sick from the pregnancy, then got promoted to full-time at work, then had a baby, then had gall bladder surgery, and now I’m finally healed up with enough energy to write for you all again.

I know for a FACT there is something therapeutic in seeing cute drawings like this one 😍

I think there’s definitely something therapeutic in drawing cute things

I f*cking LOVE this!!!!

i’m a king, i’m a boss remember my name all sh*t-talk, they got no game off with their heads

I can't wait for sonogram your sweet bean! 🤗

I could hardly wait either, but here they are!!

Update on me: Still feeling yucky all the time. It’s hard to do much other than sit on the couch and watch Netflix most days. I am taking medicine for the nausea, and it helps, but I’m still wiped out most of the day. On days I feel good, I write! There’s some good stuff coming soon....

Update on baby: They are fantastic so far. Healthy, as far as the doctor can tell. I cried when I heard their little heartbeat for the first time.

The only part I’m upset about is the fact that my partner was not allowed in the hospital room with me due to COVID restrictions, which I understand... but at the same time, it hurt my heart. He was pretty disappointed he couldn’t hear the baby’s heartbeat or see them on the sonogram. He is as much of a parent to this child as I am, plus he’s been the best partner ever, he deserves to at least hear his kid’s heartbeat at least once, right? :(

Love all you kuties!! <3 <3 <3

good morning/evening wherever you are in the world ☀️🌛 positive vibes coming your way!! hope the weather is good in your area! stay safe you lovely bean, enjoy your week! 🌻 p.s. i'm always here if you need someone to talk to 😌

NICOLE!!! I FREAKING LOVE YOU!! Sorry I didn't respond to this until now. The weather is as hot 🔥 as Tae's ass, but it's sunny!! ☀️

My lil baby bean is doing well! They make me so sick, but at least we are both healthy!! Awww, and same to you, babe. If you ever need someone, I am here for you. Love you 💜