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I’m so sorry! I made a schedule and didn’t keep to it, bear with me though, I’m flooded with finals staying up til 2am to get this work done~! The Yoongi fic is in progress I promise it’s just taking time, I’m so sorry that I’m posting at a slow pace but I wanna make sure that I make quality content for you lovelies~

In the mean time to keep this blog active I am taking smutty confessions and I will reply to all of the darlings! Give me your worstᕦ༼ ✖ ਊ ✖ ༽ᕤ

Thank you for understanding!!

-Kelsey

Hi Hii~

Next fic I will be working on is Yoongi smut! Look forward to that being posted on the weekend! Love you bbys!

Kelsey~

T-Shirt Tease(Jungkook)

A/N: So the request for this was a little general so I gave you a small imagine and not a whole one shot. If you’d like a more developed Jungkook smut, send me a message!

Request: Teasing a BTS member in just a T-shirt

Genre: Smut

You were getting ready to relax finally for the night, classes and projects getting you all worked up. You wanted a night to just relax, you were at your best friend’s apartment. Jungkook didn’t mind having you over for the night you guys used to hang out all the time. You were spending the night like old times, you just wanted to spend time with your favorite boy. Jungkook let you use the shower so that you could wash up and get comfortable for the night.

You had gotten out of the shower and grabbed the shirt that jungkook had left for you, it draped over you spaciously. You loved jungkook’s t-shirts, they always made you feel so cute and small. You dried your hair and looked for a pair of sweatpants. They were nowhere to be found. You let out a sigh and dried off completely before venturing into the apartment with just the t-shirt on.

“Kookie, where are the sweatpants?” You called out and you hear him call back.

“Sorry, must have left them in my room!” you rolled your eyes when you see him sitting on the couch with a game controlled glued to his hands.

You snuck around the couch and decided to sit next to a very distracted Jungkook. You watched as his attention didn’t leave the t.v screen for even a second as he asked you if you found the sweatpants.

“Nope” you said as you slid closer to him. A small blush started at the top of his ears.

“T-Then why did you come over here? The pants are in my room, ____” he stuttered for a second before getting himself composed again.

“Cause, I hate wearing pants anyways” you sighed “I like to relax without any pants on, it’s much more free this way” you said playing with the hem of his shirt that came to your mid thigh.

Jungkook kept his eyes forward, trying his best not to glance over at you. You wanted him to look at you, you had the biggest crush on him since the two of you were kids and now that you were a college student you wanted to tell him how you felt. You wanted to show him how you felt before he forgot about you because of his career.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, you swiped the controller from his hands and swung your legs over his body. You were now sitting in his lap. You looked at him and whispered.

“Look at me, Jungkook” he looked in your eyes and nowhere else “we aren’t kids anymore so...I need to say this.”

“____, I love you” he said before you could get the words out. Your eyes widened and a small blush brushes across your cheeks. You were at a loss for words as his hands came up to your waist.

“You...you what?” you stuttered in surprise.

“I love you” he said again with more confidence “I just, respect you so much. Then you come out here, teasing me in this little get up” he teases running a hand over your thigh.

“I wanted to get your attention…” you smiled.

“Well, now you have it” he smirked as he leaned forward. You close the gap between you and Jungkook. His lips were soft, his kiss was gentle. You deepened the kiss, pushing your body closer against his. You had been waiting for a long time to do this. You tangled your hands in his hair.

You felt his hands snake around to your ass, gently caressing it with both hands. You gasped slightly as he gripped you gently.

“This is mine now” he smirked. You felt so sexy, you wanted to be his and only his.Jungkook peppered kisses down your neck and sucked to make purple bruises flower against your skin. You let out soft moans as he sucked on your collarbone.

“Let’s take this to my room” Jungkook breathes against your sensitive skin. You nod in agreement as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you into his bedroom.

Update!

Your requests are in progress but,i want you to know that I will be posting on a schedule due to my classes and college blah blah blah. So I'll only be uploading your stories on the weekends! I'm sorry bbs but it works for me this way :)

Love ya~

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Please send me requests for kpop imagines, smut, fluff, angst etc. I am taking requests right now!!! Please send in your fantasies and I will write it!

H&R 12 Finale

A/N: I know I’ve been afk for a while and I know that y’all think hit and run is dead and won’t have an ending but uh YEET HERE IT IS. College is such a bitch I hate doing work but I want a career so oh well. This is the ending that I think the story would have, please let me know what you think, your input means the world to me and I would love to be more active. Look forward to more imagines my sweet bbys

WARNING: Mention of suicide, violence

Request: Gangster!Changkyun

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1292

It was finally time to put an end to all the bullshit that you had been put through, time to fight for yourself and the ones that you loved. You charged with Wonho and Changkyun to Hyungwon’s place with urgency in your step. 

“___, are you sure you’re ready?” Changkyun was worried for you but you knew in your heart what you wanted to do.“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be” you said as the three of you stopped before Hyungwon’s door. You took a deep breath before kicking in the door, that fell easier than you had expected it to.

 The main room was in tatters, furniture strewn about and clothes on the floor. Food wrappers littered the floor as well as stains that you could only assume was alcohol due to the stench in the air.“Where the fuck are you, Hyungwon!” you screamed. The main room was empty, no one in sight. 

You heard a soft clapping and you traced your finger over the gun holstered to your hip. Kihyun came from around a corner, limping slightly, there was a white bandage wrapped around his thigh from being shot.

“Come back for more?” you glanced over to a side door where Kihyun stood with a smirk across his face “I knew you wanted me” he said in a sickening tone. The sound of his voice made you want to throw up, you remembered his hands on your body and the sick tone he had. He was a disgusting pervert who deserved to die.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet through your skull” you threatened lifting your gun up and pointing towards Kihyun. He smirked.“I can’t give you a reason sadly, I know what I am and I know what I’ve done. Would you really feel satisfied killing me though? Would you be able to sleep knowing you had blood on your hands?” he questions as he sauntered towards you. 

You became concerned. You wanted to kill him, you wanted to kill Hyungwon, but would killing them truly make you happy? It would almost put you on the same level as them. 

“I-I...I’m not going to be swayed” you said, tightening the grip on your gun.

“Then go ahead” Kihyun griped the barrel of the gun and pressed it to his forehead “Kill me” he stared at you.“___…” Changkyun said “We’re not here for him, just remember why we’re here” his voice bringing you back from the rage inside.“You’re right” you said softly. You yanked the gun from Kihyun’s grip and smashed it into his temple. He fell to the floor unconscious. You looked at his limp body on the floor and it reminded you of what it was like to be so vulnerable. You shook the thought from your mind and kicked his body to the side, moving further into the building.

A door at the end of the hall caught your attention. The door was cracked open and shone warm light. You proceeded to open the door to see Hyungwon sitting at a desk, head in his hand.

“So, you found me,” he said defeat written all over his tone “You’re going to end it right?” he questioned.

The look in his eyes were dull, bags under his eyes and his hair ruffled. You smelled something irony. You looked on the ground and there lay one of his members, Shownu. He lay in his own blood, dead.

“What...happened in here?” you ask cocking your brow.“I’m done” Hyungwon sighs “I don’t want to do this anymore, and I don’t want any money.” 

“It doesn’t make sense” Wonho said defensively “What’s your angle?”

“I have no angle, I’ve lost all my money to Namjoon” he said defeatedly “I’ve lost everything…” he looks down at the motionless Shownu.

 “He committed suicide” Hyungwon said dryly “Namjoon came for his family because of a debt.”

You looked down at the body with a gun shot through the skull. You felt sick at the thought of Shownu blowing his brains out and felt weak. Changkyun was behind you, making sure you didn’t fall back, noticing how faint you looked.

“I realize what I’ve done and I want it to end, everything” you looked up at Hyungwon who seemed to be at his wits end.

“Don’t…” you started to mumble.

“What?” He questioned “Don’t do what, kill myself? And why should I spare myself. I made your life a hell, not to mention everyone else that ever crossed paths with me” he let a small tear drip down.

You watched him reach behind himself and you couldn’t stop your body from moving. The next thing you knew, you wrapped your arms around him and tackled the man to the ground.

“Please!” you shrieked “I’m tired of watching people die, I can’t watch you take your life, I just won’t allow it!” You sobbed on his chest without even thinking about it. 

Wonho and Changkyun were in awe, not sure what to do next.Moments passed as you lay on Hyungwon’s body crying before Changkyun came to pull you off. You wiped your tears, trying to compose yourself even if it was slight.

“We don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret” Wonho said as he reached a hand down to Hyungwon. 

“Suicide is fucked up and I never thought I would say this...but I can’t let you do that to yourself” Changkyun chimed in. Hyungwon was surprised, the look in his eyes slightly changing,but he stayed silent.

“Look, we won’t make trouble with you, but we can’t forgive you for what you’ve done. No one can be forgiven for the kinds of things you put us through” Wonho stated firmly “Just, try to change your life around at least. Do it for yourself” Wonho gave a sad smile in Hyungwon’s direction.

“I’ll...be better…” he croaked out “I don’t expect forgiveness and I don’t deserve it, but, i’ll live. I’ll live with the things I’ve done and work to change who I am” He said sitting down at his desk again.

“Good” Changkyun said “We’re leaving, and I hope we don’t cross paths again” he says looking the man up and down one last time.

“Right back at you” Hyungwon chuckled to himself. With that, you were gone. You had left everything behind, Hyungwon, drugs, violence and everything that had happened. It was time to move on and become someone new.

~5 Months Later~

You were living with Changkyun and Wonho in their small apartment but there were changes. Wonho stopped selling drugs and arms, he had gotten a modest part time job at a ramen shop in order to keep you and Changkyun safe.

 You continued to work at the convenience store and moved out of your own apartment and shared a bed with Changkyun, which you just so happened to be laying in.

“Morning, babe” Changkyun said with his sleep ridden voice as he rolled to look at you.

“Morning, sleepy head” you said giving him a kiss on the forehead. Everything seemed to be going great for once and you planned to keep it that way.

You slid yourself into Changkyun’s arms and he pulled you against his body.

“I love you” you whispered into his chest “I’m so happy that I have you.”

“I love you too, and I hope nothing breaks apart ever again” he said pressing a kiss on top of your head. 

The two of you laid in bed for the whole morning. For the first time in a while you were finally able to just relax and be in Changkyun’s embrace, and that’ where you wanted to be for as long as humanly possible.

Changkyun

I’m trying to get back into the writing flow and my UB changkyun is getting me all worked up. Let me know if you’d like an intimate scene at the end of h&r, im not sure if i should put one in. Here’s a drabble that I was just messing around with. ~

You looked at him, desperately, you wanted him so bad. Why was he so fucking perfect? Sculpted by god himself, Lim Changkyun was one of the most beautiful men on earth. His deep voice shot through you every time he spoke.Every word that passed his plush lips made you shiver.

“What’s wrong?” he cocks an eyebrow at you “you look like you want something” he smirks and you feel your face blazing. How embarrassing, it was like he was reading your mind.

“I-I uh, nothing” you stutter stupidly. God why did he make you this way? How could he get you so worked up without even touching you.

“It’s definitely not nothing” he moves a little closer and you feel yourself move a step back. The look in his eyes was dark, the smirk on his lips was teasing. You couldn’t help but notice how wet you were getting at the thought of those eyes looking down on you while he straddled you.

“It’s j-just” you were shaking with want of his body, shaking with need. Your back hits the wall. His hand smacks against the wall right beside your head.

“Just what?” his lips inches from yours. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to lunge on him right then and there. Take his lips with yours.

He read your mind once more, closing the gap between the two of you. His soft lips made you melt as he slowly and tenderly kissed you. It was like heaven. You let your eyes flutter shut and you kissed him back with the lust that bubbled inside you. Your hands draped around his shoulders and you let yourself be swept away by him.

Your knees felt like jelly as the kissing continued, his hands wrapped around your waist to keep you standing. He then starts to suck on your neck softly, nibbling at the skin occasionally making you let out little gasps.

“Up” he groans softly and you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushes you flush against the wall and continues the assault on your neck.

What Could Have Been...

You keep me up. Why? It's not fair that you have this effect over my mind. I keep remembering, the good but I also can't forget the bad. The times I cried over you, the times I felt hopeless. 

you're in my mind, you're in my dreams. It's so not fucking fair. Why on earth do I still care about something I'm sure won't happen. It was only once right? or maybe twice. You know how I felt, you know how I feel, so why did you have to break me the way that you did?

I remember the night you felt my pulse, I was sure I could feel yours too. You held me so tightly that I didn't know what to do. I was so, so, sure that you felt the way that I did.

I remember talking to you about it, weeks later, it took so much courage to say something to you about how I felt. I didn't know what to expect but I shouldn't have expected anything, you told me it was "comforting" and that's it. Just a comfort. I'm a fucking pillow for you to cry on, right? 

You ran back to her after our encounter. You told me that you would be with her, despite all that you said before, despite being unsure. So why? Why did you choose her when you told me what between us felt right? 

Was it the heat of the moment? Was it my skin touching yours? Maybe it was the way there was almost no space between us. You stopped though, you were unsure, as always; but never in my life have I felt so sure of something.

Never in my life had I been held by someone who could make me laugh til I cry, make me smile when I'm down and listen to me when I have stories and rants to tell. You were like home for some time and it was so fucking nice, to have something feel like home because nothing fucking felt like home.

You don't know how hard I cried, how many times I've tried to get you out of my fucking mind. How many times I've told myself "He's happy with her, fucking get over yourself" and just laid in the dark, wondering what could have been.

Maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me, maybe it's that I give so many second chances, but something inside me still wants you. I want what we had even if it was short, it was so good, and it was so right. You made me feel wanted. Maybe in the future or in an alternate timeline, we could be together the way that I want, but I guess I won't know for sure. For now I have to lay in bed wondering what could have been.