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Cutest Valentine's ever, wth ❤️

CHEESY BTS VALENTINE CARDS (insp)

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Buy Me a Coffee

Heyyyyy all you kuties, so I have started a Buy Me a Coffee page to try and get some monetary support for following my dreams and becoming a full-time writer. If you want a custom-made one-shot or multi-part BTS, TxT, or BlackPink fic, simply Buy Me a Coffee or two and submit a Request! Drabbles under 1000 words are free.

I purple you, thank you in advance 💜

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Ahhh it is amazing 🤩

Alright done,, my first request, (witchcraft, spellcaster)

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Come collect your board, I dropped it😆

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Holy moly, gimme some of that 😍

Namjoon in Ep. 3 of In The Soop S2

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BIG ANNOUNCEMENT

I'm planning on making making moodboards to your likings aka taking requests🤙🏻 (provide me with pics of the desired member, only upto 3 pics, either all must be a sequence pics or it will be coming in different moodboards) you can ask or message me

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I Missed You

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gift I used for my header 😁 Creator is credited.

Original Request: “Hi there! A request. Maybe you will do or maybe you wont’ but still, can you do a imagine where hobi is a sugar daddy, and he spoils the reader annd you know what happens next😅”

A Note from Kutemouse: Well hello there kutie pie! You’re the first requester I’ve had in so long, thank you so much for sending this in! When I read your request, my first thought was, “Oh hell yes.” I’ve been feeling Hobi lately (hence “Pillow Talk” 😂), but I haven’t written a dom Hoseok fic yet. Thank you, dear kutie, for allowing me to write this. It was honestly such a pleasure.

Btw, doesn’t this amazing gif SCREAM daddy Hoseok? 🥵

(Like half of this is unedited)

Rating: R (18+ only)

Genre: Smutty Smut

Warnings: Sugar daddy Hoseok, sugar baby Y/n, a shit ton of making out described in detail, sexual descriptions and words, oral (m receiving), Daddy/Baby Girl relationship and kink, Hobi softly collars Y/n, dom Hoseok (f*ck yes), swears to the max, bit o’ fluff.

Word Count: There are words.

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I Missed You (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

Jung Hoseok sighed as he unlocked the door to your apartment. It had been a long few weeks, full of non-stop travel, interviews, photoshoots, and of course, live performances. Now that the pandemic seemed to be ebbing, BTS’ schedule was busier than ever. But this weekend? This weekend would be dedicated to you.

He hadn’t seen you in nearly a month, and except for the occasional text and video chat, you seemed to be keeping busy as well. You joined a pilates class and threw yourself into doing well at university. Your last paper had received resounding praise from your professor, thanks to the hours of research you had poured into it. The truth was, you were keeping yourself occupied so you wouldn’t have time to miss, or even think about, Hobi.

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Hi there! A request. Maybe you will do or maybe you wont' but still, can you do a imagine where hobi is a sugar daddy, and he spoils the reader annd you know what happens next😅

Well hello there kutie pie! You’re the first requester I’ve had in so long, thank you so much for sending this in! When I read your request, my first thought was, “Oh hell yes.” I’ve been feeling Hobi lately (hence “Pillow Talk” 😂), but I haven’t written a dom Hoseok fic yet. Thank you, dear kutie, for allowing me to write this. It was honestly such a pleasure.

Find your requested imagine here: "I Missed You"

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I Missed You

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gift I used for my header 😁 Creator is credited.

Original Request: “Hi there! A request. Maybe you will do or maybe you wont' but still, can you do a imagine where hobi is a sugar daddy, and he spoils the reader annd you know what happens next😅”

A Note from Kutemouse: Well hello there kutie pie! You’re the first requester I’ve had in so long, thank you so much for sending this in! When I read your request, my first thought was, “Oh hell yes.” I’ve been feeling Hobi lately (hence “Pillow Talk” 😂), but I haven’t written a dom Hoseok fic yet. Thank you, dear kutie, for allowing me to write this. It was honestly such a pleasure.

Btw, doesn’t this amazing gif SCREAM daddy Hoseok? 🥵

(Like half of this is unedited)

Rating: R (18+ only)

Genre: Smutty Smut

Warnings: Sugar daddy Hoseok, sugar baby Y/n, a shit ton of making out described in detail, sexual descriptions and words, oral (m receiving), Daddy/Baby Girl relationship and kink, Hobi softly collars Y/n, dom Hoseok (f*ck yes), swears to the max, bit o’ fluff.

Word Count: There are words.

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I Missed You (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

Jung Hoseok sighed as he unlocked the door to your apartment. It had been a long few weeks, full of non-stop travel, interviews, photoshoots, and of course, live performances. Now that the pandemic seemed to be ebbing, BTS’ schedule was busier than ever. But this weekend? This weekend would be dedicated to you.

He hadn’t seen you in nearly a month, and except for the occasional text and video chat, you seemed to be keeping busy as well. You joined a pilates class and threw yourself into doing well at university. Your last paper had received resounding praise from your professor, thanks to the hours of research you had poured into it. The truth was, you were keeping yourself occupied so you wouldn’t have time to miss, or even think about, Hobi.

The arrangement the two of you had was unique, that was for sure. Hoseok knew he barely had any time to date, along with the fact that he was constantly in the public eye, and the last thing he wanted was to have to sneak around and subject his partner to possible hate and humiliation. With that mindset, Hoseok kept his eye out for a girl who he could share a few days here and there with, who wouldn’t mind hardly ever seeing him, and who wouldn’t need the type of commitment he knew he could never give.

The pandemic allowed Hoseok to easily go out without being recognized, and one morning he donned a mask and baseball cap to pick up coffee at the cafe down the block. You were nearly at the end of your first shift on the job, thank god. A number of wealthy snobs lived around the area and were extremely particular about their order and service, plus you still had your second job to get to.

You caught Hoseok’s eye the second he walked in. “Hi there, welcome,” you greeted, turning from a table you were wiping down. “What can I get you?”

For Hoseok, there was no going back after that. He visited the cafe as often as he could, always in disguise and always hoping for a brief conversation with you. He enjoyed the way your soft, pink lips would turn up in a small smile whenever you saw him and the way your cheeks flushed whenever he flirted with you. If only he could get you alone.

He finally got his chance. You were taking the trash out to the dumpster behind the building when he approached you. You felt like a mess, what with coffee stains littering the front of your apron and your hair falling out of its bun, but he would’ve taken you right then and there if he could. “Hi Y/n,” he said, lowering his mask to reveal himself at last. You started. “O-Oh! Hey there! Um, this is actually the back entrance, but if you come in through the front, I’ll start on your order right-��

“I wanted to speak to you, actually,” he said.

You stood there, holding onto the garbage bags like they were your lifeline, a flush already creeping up your cheeks. “A-About what?” you stammered, nervous in the presence of such a handsome guy.

“I know this may seem strange, but I’d like to take you on a date. It can’t be anywhere public, though. Would you be willing to meet me at this address?” He lifted the strap of your apron and slid a business card underneath it, staring deeply into your eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Your face was so red it might as well have been on fire. “A d-date? With me?”

Hoseok nodded. “My phone number is also on that card. Text me if you can’t make it. Wear something nice. See you at eight.”

Without giving you any time to protest, he spun on his heel and left. Later that day, the latest BTS song, “Life Goes On,” played over your cafe’s radio. As Hoseok’s heart-warming, mellow voice came through the speakers, you dropped the mug you were holding, ceramic shards flying everywhere. Your coworker asked if you were okay but you couldn’t answer. You couldn’t tell her you’d been asked out on a private date with Jung Hoseok, and you hadn’t even recognized who he was until that moment.

You showed up for your date much too early, wearing a halter-neckline peach-colored dress underneath a black coat. It turned out the address was in a large, ornate apartment building. You had to get through a gate where a security officer checked your ID to make sure it matched a name on a list, as well as be issued a visitor’s keycard that would allow you access to the elevator for one night only. You knocked softly on the door, pulling down your mask so you could be recognized through the peephole. Hoseok opened the door, wearing a custom-tailored suit jacket over a white shirt, the top few buttons undone to show off his caramel-toned skin.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as he slipped off your coat, admiring the soft skin of your shoulders. He couldn’t wait to taste it.

The date went well. Hoseok had ordered the most exquisite food and a few bottles of wine. After a glass, you loosened up a bit. You had questions, of course. Hoseok answered them all before presenting the idea that had been filling his head since he first laid eyes on you. He said that he wanted the two of you to keep seeing each other but with conditions. You would move to this apartment, only mere minutes away from the apartment complex BTS lived in, and Hoseok would pay all your living expenses. He knew the reason you worked two jobs was to try and save up to go to university, but if you agreed to the arrangement, he’d pay your tuition and fees in full. The only thing he asked in return is that you would essentially be his girlfriend whenever he was in town, providing him a respite from being one of the world’s biggest pop stars. You’d have to sign an NDA contract, of course, but other than that, you were free to come and go as you pleased, free to pursue whatever course of study you wanted at university, and free to live your life without worrying about money.

You could hardly speak after all that, let alone provide him with an answer. He’d pay for everything? Everything? And all you had to do is act the devoted girlfriend whenever he happened to have time off? But Hoseok was clear. This wouldn’t be a typical relationship. He’d be gone for weeks, if not months, at a time, and he’d only have a few days a year to spend with you. You couldn’t get clingy or demand more from him, otherwise, he’d cut ties and let you go. He didn’t have time for arguments or drama.

After a couple days went by with nothing else on your mind, you texted him to tell him you concurred with the arrangement. After all, you really wanted to go to university and study medicine. A medical student’s schedule was extremely busy, so you wouldn’t have time for love anyway. The two of you seemed meant to be.

A year went by without incident, but you found with each visit, you began to miss Hoseok more and more. You missed talking to him, missed his contagious laughter, his bright smile, his jokes. You missed the nights spent tangled up in the sheets, his heated kisses, and the marks he left all over your body. And he, in return, began to miss you as well. He chose to show his affection with gifts, however, trying to hide how he really felt behind showering you with designer clothing and accessories.

This time, he showed up with a bouquet of purple tulips, your favorite, and a scarlet velvet box. “Y/n?” Hoseok called out.

“In here!”

He stepped into the kitchen, where you were stirring a pot over the stove. You wore a white apron over your blouse and skirt, your hair held up in a clip as you cooked. It was enough to ramp up the needy desire for you Hoseok had been feeling into overdrive. He wrapped his arms around you, hands sliding up to grope your breasts, grinding his hips against your backside. “Baby girl,” he murmured against your skin as he nuzzled your neck, taking the clip out of your hair and letting it fall down your back. He began to leave hungry, wet kisses along your jaw.

You groaned, your eyes fluttering closed. “H-Hobi, wait, I’m in the middle of making dinner.”

Even as the sentence came out of your mouth, you knew your protest was only half-hearted. Truth was, you couldn’t wait to get him in bed.

“Let it simmer,” Hoseok growled, reaching over the stove to turn down the heat. “And give me what I’m really hungry for.”

You turned, eyes wide. “Wh-What are you hungry for?”

He smirked. “You.”

Hoseok lifted you on the counter, his palms sliding up your skirt and teasing the edge of your thigh-high stockings as he eagerly devoured your lips. You allowed him to dominate your mouth, moaning as his tongue twirled around yours.

He separated from you, leaving you with eyes closed and breathless, before slowly peeling off each of your stockings, trailing kisses along your inner thighs as he did so. With a sly grin, he sat in one of the kitchen chairs, spreading his legs apart to show off how hard you made him. “Daddy’s had a long week, baby girl,” he murmured. “Why don’t you come over here and make me feel better?”

His words had you slipping off the counter to your knees, crawling eagerly towards him until you got close enough to undo his belt buckle and lower his zipper. Eyes locked on his, you took out his rock-hard length, your mouth watering at the sight. It was, to this day, the most gorgeous cock you had ever seen. Long, thick, with a perfect curve that served to hit all the right spots inside of you, it was safe to say you were addicted.

You licked a long strip up to the soft skin of the head, which you sucked gently like it was the most delectable lollipop. Hoseok hissed in appreciation, his fingertips scraping along your scalp until he gathered your hair in a fist and shoved his cock fully in your mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned, holding himself deep down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Hoseok didn’t let you breathe until you tapped his thigh, causing him to slide his cock out of your mouth all at once before shoving it in again. You let him fuck your mouth, grunting as he set a brutal pace. Occasionally, he let out a moan that sent heat straight down to your core, finding pleasure in his gratification.

He withdrew his cock from your mouth for the last time, panting as you coughed and sputtered. He took a napkin and bent down, gently wiping your mouth and cheeks until the only evidence of your debauchery left was the flush of your skin. “I have a gift for you,” he said, helping you stand.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm.”

Hoseok took your hand and led you down the hall until you both stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bathroom. He drew the velvet box from his pocket, smiling as you gasped. “Oh, Hobi, you didn’t have to.”

“Hush,” he said, stepping behind you.

This gift, unlike his others, was simple yet expensive. It was a gold necklace with a thin chain and a small, emerald-encrusted pendant that read, “Hoseok” in gold lettering.

He put it around your neck, smoothing your hair out of the way. “Do you like it?”

“I actually love it,” you said, touching the pendant in disbelief. “But you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Hoseok met your eyes in the mirror. “This will remind you of me when I’m gone. It even has my favorite color gemstone. Green, the color of hope.”

You smiled. “I noticed.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’ll wait in the bedroom. I want you wearing nothing but the necklace.”

You nodded, shivers running down your spine. He left you to undress as he also undressed, tossing his clothes in a corner and stroking himself as he sat on the bed to wait. You came in shortly, completely naked except for the necklace as told. Hoseok grasped your hips and yanked you close, twirling his tongue around each of your nipples as you gasped, running your fingers through his dark, silky hair. He nipped at the flesh of your breasts, occasionally sucking and leaving deep purple marks. “Turn around,” he ordered softly.

You obeyed, presenting your ass to him. He sat you on his lap and spread your thighs apart before taking his middle finger and stroking your clit. You shuddered, gasping as he continued his ministrations, relishing in how wet you were for him. “You’re always so ready for Daddy, aren’t you baby girl?”

You nodded, leaning back into Hoseok’s chest as he sped up his pace. He dipped his finger inside of you and circled it around, the pad of his palm pressing against your clit. “Oh god,” you gasped, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.

Without warning, Hoseok began to rub your clit again with the tips of his fingers, circling your sweet spot faster and faster until you were squirming in his hold. “D-Daddy, I’m going to-”

“Cum baby girl, c’mon, soak these fingers,” he growled.

You cried out as your orgasm washed over you and drowned you in pleasure, cum squirting out all over Hoseok’s fingers and his lap. He didn’t let up, continuing to rub your clit until you grabbed his hand, begging him to stop due to the overstimulation.

You whined when he took his fingers away, the open air flowing over your wet pussy making you shiver. Hoseok turned you around and licked his fingers, the sight of his lips wrapped around each digit driving you crazy. He kissed you then, letting you taste the sweetness of your pussy.

He maneuvered you onto the bed and grasped your hips once more, lifting them until they were level with his cock. “Ready, baby girl?” he asked, pressing a palm in the middle of your back.

You nodded. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

Hoseok growled. “I fucking love it when you beg.”

He shoved his cock into your dripping pussy, stretching you out until you didn’t think you could take any more. A whole year of getting fucked by Hoseok and you still could barely take the full length of his dick. He slid almost all the way out of you before shoving himself back in and repeating the action, causing your entire body to tremble with the force of his thrusts. Your legs buckled and began to slide down the sheets until you were practically lying on your stomach, which was just fine with Hoseok as he leaned over you and rammed himself into you even deeper than before.

You moaned into the mattress, grabbing at the sheets until your knuckles turned white, trying to keep yourself grounded as Hoseok fucked you so hard you saw white spots at the edges of your vision. His grunts got louder and higher in pitch, and you knew he was getting close. Just the thought of him painting your insides with his cum had you on the edge, crying out as he hit your g-spot.

“Cum for me baby, squeeze that pussy around my cock,” Hoseok panted, feeling you beginning to contract.

You moaned loudly. “Right there, Daddy, right there, oh my god, I’m gonna-” Your second orgasm hit you like a truck, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth parted open as your breath stopped, every muscle in your pussy constricting around Hoseok’s beautiful cock.

He couldn’t take it anymore and thrust into you one last time, shooting load after load into your tight hole with a loud groan. He lifted you up as his cock softened inside of you, pulling your sweaty back against his torso, rubbing your stomach affectionately. You rolled your head to the side to capture his lips in a kiss, pushing and pulling at lips with yours. “God, I missed you,” you murmured.

Hoseok tensed. Shit. You weren’t supposed to let him know you felt attached to him and missed him when he was gone. That was the type of commitment he swore he didn’t want in this relationship.

“I mean, I missed this,” you said, backtracking. The way his eyebrows were furrowed worried you.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pulling out of you and going inside the bathroom.

Damn it. You lay down, rubbing a hand over your forehead. Why the hell did you say that?

Hoseok came back with a washcloth and wiped down your body, erasing the mess he made from your body. He caught sight of the necklace bearing his name and smirked before laying down beside you, cuddling your body close.

“Hey,” he murmured, causing you to look up at him into those dark, sparkling eyes. One corner of his mouth turned up. “I missed you too.”

Warmth flooded your chest and you snuggled into his side. You didn’t know if he had feelings for you, and you didn’t know if you had feelings for him, but you did know that he cared about you enough to miss you, and that, for now, was enough.

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My little baby girl just turned one, and I want to introduce her to Taehyung SO BAD just to see him react like this 😭 Btw her lullaby at night is “Winter Bear.”

“my dream is to be a dad”

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What the FUCK

:(((

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Pillow Talk (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the image I used for my header 😁 I do own the edit of the header.

A Note from Kutemouse: Basically I need to drink some Hobi water and take a freezing cold shower after writing this. This is an idea that’s been living rent-free in my head for a while. Welp, time for it to pay up 😂

(Basically Unedited)

Rating: R (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Holy shiz, okay, here we go… Mutual masturbation, awkward conversations in the nude, oral (female receiving), hickies, biting, Y/n is the softest dom and Hoseok is her sweet baby boy, making out described in exquisite detail, I use sexual words and swears.

Word Count: There are words

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Pillow Talk (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

You unlocked the door, bobbing to the beat resonating in your headphones, before heading inside your apartment. You tossed your bag on a chair and opened the fridge. Empty. Fuck. Oh well. You grabbed a bottle of water and took a few gulps, sashaying your hips as your favorite song played.

“Smooth like butter,” you sang under your breath, opening a few cupboards. Also empty. Damn. Take-out for dinner tonight for sure.

It was then you heard it. A noise so strange you whipped off your headphones just to make sure it was real. You froze, still on your tiptoes, listening hard. There it was again. It sounded like… like some type of mewling.

“Hobi?” you asked the empty room tentatively. Jung Hoseok was your roommate that you had lived with for the past two years, but you’d never heard that kind of sound from him.

You quietly grabbed a steak knife from a drawer and crept down the hall, intent on catching the intruder. You followed the sound, which seemed to be coming from your room. The door was barely cracked, but you could see someone moving around. When you finally got close enough to peer inside, you gasped, slapped your hand over your mouth, and dropped the knife. Luckily, it fell on the thick carpet, muffling any sound it would have made otherwise.

None other than your roommate and best friend, Jung Hoseok, was straddling one of your expensive, memory-foam pillows, stark naked from head to toe. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he slid his hard length along the fabric of your purple pillowcase over and over, moaning loudly. The longer side of your bed faced the doorway, so you had a full view of the show. You raked your gaze down Hoseok’s beautiful body, his golden skin dewy with sweat, his abs contracting as his hips rutted against your pillow. Your eyes finally wandered down to his cock, and you felt your core clench. It was the most gorgeous cock you had ever seen. Long, thick, and slightly curved, just the sight of it made your mouth water.

“Oh god, Y/n,” Hoseok murmured. “That feels so good.”

You had to stifle another gasp. He was thinking of you while he did this? You sidled up to the door as close as you dared, glad he hadn’t heard you. Then again, he was moaning pretty loud. Is this what he did when you were out and about? Now that you thought about it, you weren’t supposed to be home for another hour. You were covering for a coworker, and your boss had offered to let you go home early as a thank-you for volunteering to help out.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok’s moans getting higher in pitch as he neared his climax. Oh god. He was so gorgeous, with those pretty noises spilling from his cherry-red lips, matching his flushed cheeks. And that cock… With a weeping tip and prominent veins, you didn’t know how you were going to stop thinking about it. You bit your lip, tugging at the edge of your skirt as you rubbed your thighs together. You never imagined you could get so turned on at the sight of your best friend humping your pillow.

Hoseok sped up his pace, rubbing his beautiful cock over every inch of that pillow, his moans getting louder and louder. “Yes, Y/n, just like that, don’t stop,” he whined.

Fuck. Without any more hesitation, you slid your fingers down the waistband of your skirt, moving the fabric of your panties aside to rub the pad of your middle finger along your moist folds. Hoseok’s hips stuttered as he got closer and closer to orgasm, his moans coming out more like gasps. You rubbed your clit in time with his hips, faster and faster until you were sure you were going to orgasm right there in the hallway.

“Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Hoseok groaned lowly just before white spurted all over your pillowcase, spreading like creamy icing over a hot cinnamon roll. If you were wet before, you were positively soaked now. Hoseok fell back onto your bed, panting. You quickly stepped away from the door, afraid he would see you peeping at him, or worse, see the hand you still had down your panties. You pressed your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing as your impending orgasm slipped away.

You heard rustling noises then footsteps heading toward you, and before you could move, Hoseok opened the door, still completely naked, holding your cum-stained pillow over his crotch. His eyes were on the ground, so you had a second to compose yourself before stepping in front of him. “Hi Hobi.”

You had never seen him jump so hard. “Y/n!” he yelped. “Wh-What are you doing here?!”

“I live here.”

You glanced down Hoseok’s body, his hand clutching the pillow so tight you could see the white of his knuckles. “Whatcha doing, roomie?”

“I was just… just…”

You crossed your arms. “Arranging my pillows for me?”

Hoseok’s eyes darted from side to side. “Uh… yes?”

You cocked an eyebrow. “In the nude?”

“I-I-I was j-just-”

“Save it.”

You reached over and tugged the pillow away from him, clicking your tongue at the wet stains littering the fabric. “Hobi, do you know how much these pillows cost? Not to mention my 800 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcases!”

Hoseok stared at you in shock, covering his cock with his hands. “I-I’m so sorry Y/n, I was just on my way to washing it-”

“Wash it? Oh baby, you’ll clean more than just my pillowcase,” you said, your voice dangerously low.

You stepped toward him, smirking when he blushed deeply at your close proximity to his naked body. You gently removed his hands and began to stroke his softening length, standing on your tiptoes and putting your lips to his ear. “You’re going to also clean up the mess you made in my panties,” you whispered, relishing in the way he shivered as your breath fanned over his skin. “With your tongue.”

Hoseok gulped before nodding. “O-Okay.”

You crashed your lips into his, shoving your tongue down his cavern, completely dominating his mouth with yours. You hungrily devoured his soft, red lips, enjoying the way he moaned when you bit down on his bottom lip and gently sucked on it. Hoseok slid his palms towards your ass, massaging it roughly before you slapped his hands away. “No, no, no,” you teased, beckoning him into your room with a finger. “No touching until you’ve made me cum with that tongue of yours. You already got to cum, so it’s only fair.”

Hoseok grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his dark, mussed hair. “Yeah, about that…”

You clicked your tongue. “Later. I need you to eat me out, now.”

You lay back on the bed, giving Hoseok plenty to look at as you slid your panties down your thighs, using your foot to toss them elsewhere. “Holy fucking shit,” he murmured, kneeling on the ground in front of you. He didn’t dare touch, just stared at your pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Hands behind your back,” you commanded, glee zipping through you when he obeyed without question.

Hoseok leaned in, leaving wet kisses along the insides of your thighs, working his way up to your core. Your muscles were already trembling from the anticipation, but nevertheless, you stayed propped up on your elbows so you could see every bit of the action. Finally, he licked a long strip up your center, causing you to let out a loud groan.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” you hissed.

He did it over and over again, his tongue dragging from your perineum to your clit, like he was trying to memorize your taste. Without warning, he shoved his tongue inside of you then withdrew it, flicking it back in and out of your pussy, fucking you in a way you’d never been fucked before. “Oh god, Hobi,” you moaned, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair. “More, more, please more.”

You felt him smirk against your folds before he put that tongue back to work, dragging it over your clit before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, hard. “Fuck!” you cried out. “Hoseok, I’m gonna… I’m gonna, fuck!”

He finished his assault on your clit and went back to tongue-fucking you, lapping up the gush from your orgasm, not letting a drop go to waste.

You tugged on his hair, dragging him up to face you before you rewarded him with kisses, tasting yourself as you sucked on his gorgeous tongue.

You felt Hoseok’s hard length against your thighs, but he didn’t dare try anything without your permission. “Hobi,” you murmured, staring deeply into his dark eyes. “Fuck me.”

He wasted no time in unbuttoning your blouse, leaving deep purple hickies along your cleavage as he fumbled with the clasp on your bra. “Awww, baby having trouble?” you giggled, undoing it for him.

Hoseok blushed, shyly turning away from your exposed chest. “It’s okay,” you murmured as you unzipped your skirt and slid it off your body. “You can look at me.”

He took a deep breath before turning toward you, his mouth falling open at the sight of your naked form. You smirked, straddling him. “Your cock is so pretty,” you moaned as you felt his tip prod your entrance.

Hoseok held back a groan, biting down on his bottom lip. You slowly took him inside of you, relishing in the stretch, the curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “Oh my god, Hobi,” you whimpered. “If I’d known what you had hidden down here, I would’ve tried to get in your pants forever ago.”

You began to move, slowly sliding up his cock until it was almost out before sliding back down it again. Hoseok moved with you, fucking up into you, making you gasp. Oh yeah. You were gonna be sore tomorrow. You increased your pace, slapping sounds filling the air. You could tell Hoseok was holding back, trying not to get too turned on, biting back his moans as best he could.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear you,” you said, trying to encourage him to let go.

“Can’t,” he grunted. “I’ll cum.”

At that, you increased your pace even more. “You better not,” you teased, panting. “You’ve gotta satisfy me first.”

You took him as deep as you possibly could before circling your hips, savoring the way his cock felt inside of you. Hoseok kneaded the flesh of your ass, biting down on your shoulder. “Fuck Y/n,” he murmured, soothing the bites with wet kisses. “You’re better than I imagined.”

Motivated by his praise, you kissed him, hard, before bouncing up and down on his cock once more. Hoseok gripped your ass, helping you move as your muscles began to tremble. His dick was hitting all the right spots, the curve of his shaft rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. “Hobi, I think I’m going to-” you moaned, but you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

You moaned loudly, one hand wound in his soft, dark hair, the other pulling his torso flush against yours as you rode out your orgasm. But you weren’t done yet. Determined to make Hosoek feel as good as you did, you began to move your hips once more, your ass jiggling as you rode him.

“Fuck, Y/n!” he cried out. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up.”

You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth. “That’s the point,” you panted. “Cum for me, baby.”

His moans got higher in pitch and louder, and you knew it was time. Just before he came, you hopped off him and shoved his beautiful cock down your throat, swallowing down every bit of his orgasm. Glee zipped through you, giving you goosebumps, at the sight of his shaking thighs. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he panted, flopping back on your bed.

“Holy shit, indeed,” you agreed, laying down and snuggling up to him.

He wrapped an arm around you and drew you close. The two of you stayed like that for a long while, almost falling asleep, before you asked the question that had been nagging at the back of your mind. “So… how long have you been befouling my poor pillows?”

Hoseok chuckled nervously. “Bout a month now.”

You sat up. “A whole month?!”

“Uh… yes. Since the party at Namjoon’s.”

You pursed your lips. “What changed? You’ve never shown any signs of wanting me before.”

“You did,” Hoseok said, sitting up as well and touching his nose to yours. “Remember when we played ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven?’”

You rubbed your forehead. “Not really. I had a lot to drink that night.”

“Oh, well… you got paired up with me, and when we got inside the bedroom, w-we made out.”

“I vaguely remember this,” you said, frowning. “But was it really so good, it made you want me?”

“I already kind of wanted you,” Hoseok admitted. “We’ve lived together for two years now, so I’ve caught glimpses into your sex life. A thong here, a flash of your ass there. But it wasn’t until then that I realized just how much I wanted to fuck you.”

Hoseok rolled over you, nudging your legs apart with a thigh. “And then some.”

“So… you wanted to fuck me so badly, you came in here and defiled my pillows instead?”

A smile tugged one side of his mouth upward. “Something like that. At first, it was just me jerking off to the thought of you, but then I began to want more. And your pillows? They smell like you. They were the next best thing to having the real you.”

Warmth coursed through your veins at his words. You rolled over, taking him with you, until you were straddling him once more. “That’s hot,” you murmured, kissing him sensually.

You pulled away from him abruptly, making his eyes flutter open. “But Hobi?” you said. “If you feel the need to hump something that smells like me again, just come find me. I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Hoseok smirked. “I look forward to it.”

[kutemouse]

This has happened to me. I was in love with a guy all through high school, but he was in love with someone else. He was always in the back of my mind, though, even after we graduated and went our separate ways. We’ve reconnected since, but only after I had married the love of my life. He’s still single to this day. What’s weird is he’s very similar to my husband... Shy, reserved, nice af but has a hard time opening up, nerdy, handsome, etc. I guess I have a type. Makes me wonder if, in an alternate universe, I’m married to him instead.

There’s something inherently tragic about meeting your right person at the wrong time

[kutemouse]

to everyone who’s ever said something kind about my work: you help me get through the day. thank you.

[kutemouse]

PS5 (Taehyun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited. Any and all lyrics from “PS5” belong to Salem Ilese, Alan Walker, and Tomorrow x Together.

A Note from Kutemouse: I loved writing the Yeonjun version, so I decided to make a Taehyun version seeing as how they both sang on the song “PS5.” For this one-shot, I tried to do like an opposite mirror of the Yeonjun version. For example, the characters in the Yeonjun version were very confrontational, in this version, Y/n and Taehyun avoid confrontation at all costs 😂 Anyway, hope you enjoy! 💜

(Basically Unedited)

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swears, hella passive aggressiveness, cold shouldering, Taehyun being a supreme jerk, relationship drama x 5000

Word Count: There are words

Master List

PS5 Yeonjun Version

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PS5 (Taehyun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

You shuffled your feet, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you debated whether or not to interrupt your boyfriend. His silvery-blonde hair hung down into his eyes as he stared intently at the screen, the buttons of his controller clicking as he played. “Um,” you mumbled. “Taehyun?”

He didn’t respond. Then again, he hadn’t said more than five words to you for the past couple days. Last week, you had gotten in a huge fight with him. Your job required you to travel to Europe for a few months, and your boss hinted the project you were working on might take even longer. That night, you had come home tight-lipped and stressed, and all it took was Taehyun asking what was wrong for everything to explode. You and he argued into the late hours of the night, ending with Taehyun insisting you quit your job. His reasoning was that Korea was your home, both of your families were close by, and he couldn’t and didn’t want to leave.

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[kutemouse]

PS5 (Taehyun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited. Any and all lyrics from “PS5” belong to Salem Ilese, Alan Walker, and Tomorrow x Together.

A Note from Kutemouse: I loved writing the Yeonjun version, so I decided to make a Taehyun version seeing as how they both sang on the song “PS5.” For this one-shot, I tried to do like an opposite mirror of the Yeonjun version. For example, the characters in the Yeonjun version were very confrontational, in this version, Y/n and Taehyun avoid confrontation at all costs 😂 Anyway, hope you enjoy! 💜

(Basically Unedited)

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swears, hella passive aggressiveness, cold shouldering, Taehyun being a supreme jerk, relationship drama x 5000

Word Count: There are words

Master List

PS5 Yeonjun Version

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PS5 (Taehyun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

You shuffled your feet, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you debated whether or not to interrupt your boyfriend. His silvery-blonde hair hung down into his eyes as he stared intently at the screen, the buttons of his controller clicking as he played. “Um,” you mumbled. “Taehyun?”

He didn’t respond. Then again, he hadn’t said more than five words to you for the past couple days. Last week, you had gotten in a huge fight with him. Your job required you to travel to Europe for a few months, and your boss hinted the project you were working on might take even longer. That night, you had come home tight-lipped and stressed, and all it took was Taehyun asking what was wrong for everything to explode. You and he argued into the late hours of the night, ending with Taehyun insisting you quit your job. His reasoning was that Korea was your home, both of your families were close by, and he couldn’t and didn’t want to leave.

The problem was, you loved your job. You worked hard to get it, and you didn’t think you could find another anywhere else that would make you as happy. You tried to compromise, tried to come up with some sort of solution where you could keep your job and your relationship, but to no avail. Taehyun was stubborn, and after more arguing the next day, he went out to calm down and came home with a brand-new PS5 and an expensive-looking gaming headset. He’d barely said anything to you since.

Taking a deep breath, you tentatively reached out and tapped his shoulder. He didn’t even bother looking at you as he removed a headphone. “Taehyun? Dinner’s ready.”

He nodded once before slipping the headphone back over his ear. Your chest tightened painfully as you walked back into the kitchen and sat down to eat, alone. You guessed Taehyun would rather eat his dinner cold than eat with you.

You picked at your food, the pain in your chest traveling up your throat, making it hard to swallow. Finally, you pushed your plate away, sighing. You didn’t know how much longer you could deal with this silent treatment. Shouldn’t you be talking things out, trying to figure out a plan so the both of you could stay together?

You felt anxiety creep along your nerves, triggering your flight response. You weren’t the type for confrontation, and you dreaded even trying to talk to Taehyun, but what other choice did you have? Between his silence and his new gaming console, he barely noticed you were there as it was. You would either have to talk to him or allow him to continue shutting you out until you faded out of existence from his life.

Bracing yourself, you quietly crept up to Taehyun, gently tapping his shoulder. He sighed, muting himself before removing a headphone once more. “What?”

“Oh, um… uh…”

“What?” he asked again, irritation evident in his tone.

“I-I was wondering if w-we could talk,” you stammered. God, you hated conflict of any sort, especially with the guy who was still, despite everything, the love of your life.

Taehyun’s chocolate-brown eyes narrowed. “Can’t you see I’m live?” he said, gesturing at the screen.

“O-Oh, sorry. I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You shuffled to your bedroom, hanging your head. There was nothing you could do if he wouldn’t talk to you. Damn him! Tears blurred your vision as you yanked open your closet and pulled out a duffel bag. You barely noticed what you were throwing into it. Clothes, toothbrush, underwear. You just knew you needed to get away.

You made your way to the door, tears still streaming down your face, trying to keep your sobs contained. The sound of you opening the lock must have caught Taehyun’s attention because he suddenly whipped his head around, sliding his headphones down to hang around his neck. “Y/n?”

You paused, a tiny blossom of hope filling you along with embarrassment over your reddened, tear-stained face. “Y-Yes?”

“Wait,” he said, crossing the room towards you, distress in his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“To Wonyoung’s,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Wait, why?”

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself a brief glance into his alarm-filled eyes. “I just think-” You broke off, choking back a sob. “I just think we need some time apart.”

You reached for the doorknob, but Taehyun put his palm against the door, not letting you open it. “Y/n, please. Wait. I know I… I know I’ve not been in a very talkative mood lately, but-”

“Not been in a talkative mood?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Taehyun, you’ve barely spoken five words to me over the past couple days.”

“I’m ready to talk now!” Taehyun pleaded.

You finally looked him full in the eyes, your tears dry for the time being. “It’s too late,” you said firmly. “Now let me go.”

Taehyun’s hand fell to his side in defeat. “Fine.”

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The next day, you woke up on an air mattress in Wonyoung’s room, depressed as hell. You could barely move let alone think. Your entire being just felt numb, your limbs heavy, and your willpower weak. Despite Wonyoung’s attempts, you weren’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

A furious knocking sound roused you from a deep sleep. You placed a hand to your aching head, groaning, before you heard Wonyoung’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to see her.”

Shit. Taehyun.

“Well, she’s sleeping. You can try calling her later or something.”

“I already did. She’s not responding.”

“Maybe there’s a reason for that.”

You sat up, shocked. Your usually sweet, soft-spoken best friend had never sounded more angry. “Wonyoung, wait,” you called out. “Let me talk to him.”

You did your best to get yourself off the mattress without stumbling, smoothing down the large t-shirt you sported and running a hand through your hair. You hoped you didn’t look as bad as you felt. “Y/n,” Taehyun breathed out when he saw you. He nervously glanced at Wonyoung. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

You stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind you. “So talk,” you said, folding your arms over your chest, your voice devoid of emotion. You had expected this talk to come sooner or later, and you wanted to get it over with some dignity.

Taehyun mumbled something, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking everywhere but at you. “What?” you said.

He took a deep breath. “I just came to apologize.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I mean it, Y/n. I have acted like a supreme jerk, and I didn’t realize how badly I messed up until you were leaving me.”

“I didn’t leave you,” you muttered. “I just wanted to give you the space you supposedly wanted.”

Taehyun stepped close to you, and you hated how your senses craved the touch of his soft hands, the smell of his cologne containing notes of lavender and orange blossom, the way his eyes used to roam over you from across a room, lifting his pale-pink lips in a smirk. You shoved your feelings down like you had been doing since you left. If you weren’t feeling attracted to him, maybe it won’t hurt so much when he inevitably breaks up with you.

“I thought I wanted space, but when I got too much of it, I couldn’t…” He broke off, not able to finish.

“Couldn’t what?”

Taehyun took your hands in his, squeezing tightly. “Couldn’t breathe!”

He sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “I couldn’t fucking breathe. I can’t live without you, Y/n.”

Despite you spending the entire morning refusing to feel any sort of emotion, tears filled your eyes at his words. “Does that mean…?” You didn’t dare finish that sentence.

“It means, if you go to Europe, I’m going with you. I don’t care what it takes.”

A spark of joy began in your chest, igniting a wave that eventually covered your entire body in warmth. “You’re being serious?”

“I’m being serious,” Taehyun said, giving you a small smile. “I can’t lose you. If you still want to leave me, I completely understand, but if you don’t leave me, I promise I’ll find a way to win you over.”

You kissed him then, not able to stop yourself if you tried. He instantly brought a hand up to caress your face, lifting your chin to deepen the kiss. You separated from him for only a moment. “You already have,” you whispered before touching your lips to his once more.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stood in that hallway, kissing until your head spun, but you knew you’d continue kissing Taehyun for the rest of your life. You never wanted to go a single day without kissing him, whether in Europe or anywhere else in the world.

[kutemouse]

maybe jungkook is the type of guy that will always look up when you enter the room, regardless of what he's doing or who he's talking to; a habit formed from the simple thought of ensuring you were okay, comfortable, and safe. it's when he's with his friends that he looks up to see your grin when you walk in with one of the other guys' partners, heart warming in his chest at the sight. after sharing a sweet giggle, you both easily blend back into the main conversation; sinking into his warmth as he raises his arm and opens up the space beside him that fits you just right. with his lips pressing to the top of your head tenderly in a welcome back, his eyes swim with playful musings next. "care to share what's got you all smiling like that, hm?"

maybe jungkook is the type of guy that sings like his heart is on its last beat at the karaoke bar, closed eyes and free hand waving around with his absurd level of adlibs that cracks everyone up. just as the round of applause fades away, he catches your eye when an old love song queues up next. he nabs back the mic from the table with a cheeky grin and wiggling eyebrows, much to your exasperated eyeroll but entertained expression. after clearing his throat dramatically, he lowers his voice as he starts an announcement reel, causing your friend group to throw their heads back in laughter. with whoops and hollers, it spurs his antics on as he kneels in front of you. "to the love of my life, i would like to dedicate this next song to you."

and maybe, just maybe, jungkook is the type of guy that sets up secret romantic dates with consideration and care. after coming home from work and searching for his warm embrace with a soft call of his name falling from your lips, you are met with silence instead. before worry could strike, your eyes catch the cue card he had taped to the wall adjacent to the coat closet, smiling when it directs you to your shared bedroom. there, you find a new outfit (in your perfect size and in your favourite style) perching prettily on the bed; a single rose and another cue card waiting for you. "let me take you somewhere, beautiful -- just because. go relax, have a bath, and take your time getting ready. i'll come pick you up at 8. i love you ♡ - jk."

[kutemouse]

“My pride, which I thought I have given away, has turned into self respect. My fans, keep your head high with pride. Cause who else can do it like me? Huh?”

- The Last

No matter where life takes me next, I will forever be grateful to this man. He has saved me in so many different ways. I love OT7, but I am a proud Yoongi stan. Suga, AgustD, Min Yoongi. Happy Birthday!

Happy Suga day, everyone!!