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Hello followers/readers of this blog. I’m sorry I haven’t been active on here for a while, I unintentionally took a break from writing my Puppy Love fic. During that time I could see that writing fiction wasn’t the best thing for me at the moment, and it started to feel like something I had to do instead of something I wanted to 😔 So I think for now I might put my writing and even reading on hold.. I may still come back to it, especially my Puppy Love fic as I had so many ideas and sections I’ve already written!

I’m definitely not deleting, and will still keep notifications for this blog on 😊 I’m proud of the pieces I’ve created on here, even if it wasn’t a lot, and have also read some amazing fics. I just need to take some time to pursue other things for the time being.

Thank you to everyone who has read my work, and left a like or comment, it means so much to me 💜

paris with taehyung : 3

chapter 1 link here

chapter 2 link here

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: romance; fluff and smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x idol!taehyung; establishes relationship

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s just been far too long since he’d seen her, he would practically do anything. even if it’s abrupt—like buying a one-way ticket for her to travel halfway across the world without telling her. night(s) spent at a fancy hotel might simply be the perfect way to make up for what they’ve lost in the months they’ve been apart.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: some swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: dom!taehyung; teasing; dirty talk, choking; edging; fingering; dry humping; unprotected sex

only i can do that,” as expected, he stopped your hand from going any further with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “it’s what i’m here for.”

with those words, he hooked his index finger on the waistband of your underwear, tossing it to the ground in one effortless movement. at this point, he’d done it enough times to master it.

“it’s what you’re here for?” you repeat his words, smirking slyly and raising an eyebrow.

“yes,” he bent an arm behind to rid himself of the white t-shirt, the material slipping over his head. that, too, he tossed to the ground.

taehyung inched forward to place his lips on yours, sucking on your bottom lip and making your back arch against the bed. his arm weaved through the gap between the bed and the curve of your spine, lifting you up until you were up against him, his body flush against yours.

“tae,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he’d set his undivided attention on your neck, making sure the indents of his teeth were left there.

“what is it, y/n?” the way he breathed your name was enough for arousal to gather between your legs.

“you need to do something,” your teeth grit together as you felt your clit press on his erection through the material of his pants.

“tell me what to do, then.” like a switch had been flipped, he’d given you the initiative to take over.

you didn’t even bother to process what you wanted to say to him. “fuck me,” you whispered, completely unashamed. your words were so straight-forward, so vulgar.

taehyung chuckled voluptuously, clearly amused. he untied the drawstring of his flannel pants under your bodies. “fuck you, huh?”

“quit teasing,” you pleaded.

“why?” he ground his crotch into you, hips circling smoothly into yours. the sensation sent a current of white, hot pleasure up your abdomen. he pressed his lips to your ear. “it’s what makes it fun.”

“we’re going to take all night if you keep this up,” you gritted your teeth. frustration wouldn’t even begin to describe how you felt as he continued rolling his hips into yours. because he was a dancer, he had it much easier than a regular person at doing it. his movements were fluid, his grip on you tight and secure.

“all-nighter, it is.”

“fine,” you panted, sliding your tongue over your bottom lip as you mirrored his lustful expression.

his hips was suddenly placed into a halt. you felt your core throb from the lack of friction, your eyebrows knitting from the lack of electrifying pleasure that his clothed hips could possibly give you.

taehyung flipped the both of you, back into the position you were in just a minute ago where he hovered above you. he was a heavenly sight above you, the dim lights of the hotel room almost illuminated a halo above his head of tousled brown hair. taehyung’s tongue licked and teased the skin on your chest, trailing down to your stomach. before he could get to where you wanted him the most, he rose back up once again to press a wet kiss to your lips.

his tongue urged your mouth to open as he lured you into the depths of his kiss. your fingers dug into the skin of his bare back, nails leaving marks.

he kissed you like there was no tomorrow and it made you feel alive.

all the emptiness you’ve felt in the past five months without him, he kissed that away.

all the ache and melancholy you felt from missing him, he kissed that away.

all the problems that burdened your mind, he kissed that away.

you stretched an arm out to slip your hand into waistband of his flannel pants. he bristled, catching your wrist before you could travel any further. you felt the sharp edge of his pelvic bone against your palm. he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“let me touch you,” your voice was almost limp like your hand in his grip.

“no,” silent dominance was practically emanating from his tone. it nipped at your bare skin, weaved into the dark clefts of your mind. “tonight is about you.”

“that’s not fair,” you whined, immediately hating yourself after for doing so.

“well, let me tell you something,” slowly, he ran a finger down your face. you found yourself staring into his narrowed eyes helplessly. in those lenses he was almost expressionless, and you would’ve believed so if his hard member wasn’t pressing on your inner thigh. his teeth grazed your ear before he whispered, “life isn’t fair.”

taehyung in bed was a whole other notion. in bed, he was different.

he was hot, sultry. he was daring.

in bed, he didn’t play it vanilla.

especially with you.

with you, he felt freer than he did on stage in a stadium filled with fifteen thousand people.

with you, he trusted.

“fuck, tae,” you shifted your grip to his forearms as you felt your arousal drip down onto the sheets.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” taehyung murmured before removing your hands around his arms to place them around his own neck in order to shift himself closer to you. his slow breathing became strained the minute you fisted your fingers in his hair. his dark eyebrows drew into a slight frown, lips parted from panting. he remained above you, one arm holding himself up while his other hand returned to your folds with full force this time.

you gasped as soon as you felt him plunge two fingers into you, leaving your mouth agape and your eyes screwed shut. his thumb traced circles on your clit as his ring and middle fingers pumped into you, stretching out your walls. his fingers moved at a slow pace to give you the liberty to adjust.

he growled at the tightness around his fingers.

“did you touch yourself while on the road?” you breathed.

“more than you know,” he nodded above you. his fingers increased in speed, hisses escaping his lips as he felt how wet you were for him.

“what did you think about?” you held back a moan as he applied more pressure to your slits.

“you,” his answer was so simple, so vague. then he continued, “the taste of you on my tongue, the tightness of your cunt around my dick.”

his words seemed to make your synapses go haywire as soon as you completely processed what he said.

his words were vile and most definitely things he reserved for only you to hear.

his fingers were soon timed to the pattern of his raspy breaths, his long fingers curling in you.

you didn’t realise how hot you were feeling until you heard your rasps for air. your orgasm wasn’t far away, and taehyung seemed to be able to sense it by feeling your walls tightening around his fingers. he grunted, retracting his fingers before you could come undone right before his eyes.

your walls seemed to clench even tighter for him, now that his fingers weren’t in you. you were burning. judging by the beads of sweat that formed at the crown of taehyung’s forehead, he was too.

he sucked on his fingers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the intoxicating taste of you. the corner of his lips quirked up shamelessly. “god, you taste so good.”

you kissed him before he could say anything else and driving you insane, sweeping your tongue into his mouth. he grunted, extending his arm out and digits wrapping around your neck.

“is this okay?” he asked.

you gave him your answer without even saying anything as you smirked. “didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”

“it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he shrugged, tightening his fingers around your neck.

“for you, maybe.” you replied playfully.

your words seemed strike directly at him. the expression in his eyes softened, his lips forming an ‘o’.

“tell me if it hurts,” he said.

you nodded wordlessly.

“i don’t want to hurt you,” he shook his head. regardless, his hand was still around your neck, one step away from choking you. “i’m serious, y/n.”

you kissed his cheek reassuringly. “you won’t,” you tugged on his hair.

“fuck,” he tilted his head back in the direction of your tug. “i love it when you pull my hair.”

“is it the time to say––” you pulled him to you until his ear was by your lips. “that i love it when you choke me?”

taehyung groaned in your ear, so deep and vocal. “don’t say things like that.”

“why?” you asked rhetorically before you reached down and began to palm him through his pants. it was evident that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath that as you could see a wet patch from his precum on the area of his crotch. he tipped his head back once again, releasing a loud moan from the back of his throat. you sped up your movements, hands groping tighter onto his twitching cock through the flannel material.

this exact movement was his breaking point. taehyung slid his pants down to his knees as he kneeled before you. he pumped and stroked his own length with a tight fist as he leaned down to whisper, “i need to be inside you.” he was short for breath, almost heaving while his other hand constricted your throat.

it was something you’ve never felt before, a strange sensation that you never knew you could enjoy. the cold sting of his rings on your neck, the strength of his fingers around your skin. the discomfort had interchanged with an absolute sense of euphoria and pleasure. it was enough for you to drip from your cunt even more than you already were since his fingers had done played a part in turning you into a moaning mess.

you nodded to give him the consent he needed. with that he eased himself back onto you, aligning his length up along your entrance. he paused as he grazed his tip over your slit, one of his torture methods. at same time, it anticipated you for him.

taehyung kept his hand around your neck as he thrusted himself into you to the hilt, moans escaping his pretty lips. his eyes were shut, savouring the sensation of your cunt clenching around him. you gritted your teeth, hands finding nowhere but the sheets to hold on to.

“shit,” he hissed. “you’re so fucking tight.”

his restrain on your neck disabled you from reaching up to run your fingers through his luscious locks so instead you arch against him until his nose brushed yours, just to get some skin contact aside from his cock in you. he pulled you into a kiss as the undulation of his hips proceeded with a slow rhythm, one that drove your senses out of the window. he broke away, holding your bottom lip between his teeth. he chuckled lowly as he peered down through dark eyes at you.

witnessing his lover come undone over his touch was something he found so sexy, he might have just came right there and then. you found yourself unable to contain your moans anymore, especially with his infuriatingly slow pace.

“taehyung,” you moaned as he sped up, hips pounding into yours and reading your mind.

“that’s it,” he cooed. “scream my name until the whole city of paris can hear you.”

he rocked into you with a more punishing rhythm, each thrust sending the backboard of the bed against the wall.

somehow, you managed to gain the willpower to crack a joke as he lost himself in you. “poor jimin next door.”

taehyung scoffed, offering you a smile you found rather sardonic. he snapped his hips into you as his fingers clutched harder around your neck. a whimper was let loose from your lips once you felt him brush all the right places. “i don’t want to hear another man’s name from your pretty lips right now.”

you didn’t, couldn’t say anything more as he increased the velocity of his pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the warm atmosphere. sweat leaked down his forehead, drenching his long fringe. he laid himself down on you, torso against torso. he let go of your neck and slipped his arm under your waist to lift your body even closer to his own until it was physically impossible to be anymore closer.

you knew he wouldn’t be able to last as long as he used to. this was what abstinence from sex for half a year with one another was like, aside from relieving yourselves with the help of your fingers and imagination. it was desperate, needy. the lust and desire between you both were reciprocated, like it always was. tonight there was something ignited in him that you haven’t noticed before.

“fuck,” he grunted into your ear. “i’m close.”

“cum in me,” you said.

hearing your words was something that dragged him even closer to his release. he moaned, the roll of his hips picking up even more agility. he held onto you tight as his quickened breaths brushed the base of your throat. pressure began to build up in your abdomen, the tingling sensation in your cunt intensifying with each thrust he made.

“tae,” you weaved your fingers through his hair.

“hm?” he hummed, voice strained from physical demand. “are you close?”

he managed to crack a laugh in response to your vigorous nod.

with one last thrust, you were washed over with a wave of pleasure from your climax, thighs trembling and walls closing in on his dick. the moan that emitted from your lips was the loudest yet, reverberating against the french wainscotting of the walls. your back arched into him, your tailbone pressing against the mattress as your chest pressed against his with the support of his arm around your waist. he cradled you to his chest while you shook from your orgasm, triggering his own.

taehyung soon followed suit with his own release. the one arm that kept him up gave out as he landed his naked body on you, his other arm sandwiched between the mattress and your lower back. a string of curses mixed with your name slipped out of his mouth in a groan rich with pure bliss and frenzy. you felt him release his load into you, his entire body trembling along with yours.

you watched him close his eyes while you both rode your orgasms out, savouring the feeling of his dick softening in you right after release and that feeling of the everlasting, enhanced connection that he felt with you every single time you two made love.

taehyung pulled out of you, falling back onto the bed beside you. he was still panting. and so were you.

“i missed this,” he murmured through pants.

you sat up, resting your head against the beige velvet headboard. “the sex?” the teasing, you figured, would never stop. especially with taehyung.

“what?” he turned his head on his pillow to look at you, bewildered. “no, of course not. i missed you.”

“and the sex?” you probed him again. a cheeky smile hung loosely by your lips.

“yeah, fine, whatever.” he rolled his eyes playfully and his smile made another appearance tonight.

scooting to the edge of the bed, you bent down to pick up your silk robe that taehyung had aggressively tossed to the side earlier. you slipped it back onto yourself, tying the drawstrings tight.

“where are you going?” he mumbled with one eye open as he sensed your swift movement to make your way to the bathroom.

“bathroom,” you answered and paused at the bathroom door. in your peripheral vision, you saw taehyung sit up in interest. “i’m taking a bath.”

there was a long silence between you two and a question that floated midair.

then you decided to ask it aloud. “do you want to join me?”

without even directly looking at him, you could spot that wide grin from miles away. “thought you’d never ask.”

you threw your head back and laughed.

he dashed past you and into the bathroom, butt naked. it made laughter tumble out of you harder, your head and chest filled with glee and serotonin.

you shook your head, a smile still plastered across your face. you spotted his discarded clothes on the carpeted floor, deciding to pick them up before you joined him in the bathroom. you figured he might need it right after his bath. the thought of him shivering like a baby after the water runs cold made you chuckle under your breath.

“y/n-ah!” he called out amongst the blaring sound of running water. “where are you?”

you walked in the bathroom to find his lanky figure in the bathtub, knees pulled up to his chest and an obvious pout on his face.

“i’m here, you baby,” you set his clothes down by the sink and began to undo the silk belt of your bathrobe.

you could see him he look at you creepily with the raised eyebrows and distorted smirk through the mirror. he did things like this on purpose to make you feel uncomfortable. except, you didn’t feel that way. you thought he was just being silly.

“come here, then.” he spread his arms to welcome you in.

you stepped into the bathtub carefully, lifting one leg after another to prevent yourself from slipping and falling. you sit in between his legs, back pressing against his chest and resting your arms on his knees. the two of you let out a huge sigh as you the toasty water started to fill up the tub and engulfing you and your lover in it’s warm embrace.

“this feels nice,” he said. you felt the vibration of his voice from his chest on your back.

you laughed at the obvious fact, leaning your head back into his collarbone. he reached to the tray by the tub and grabbed the shower gel. he unscrewed the cap and poured it under the running faucet to create a makeshift bubble bath.

under the water, his arms found their way around your waist, fingers lingering dangerously close to your sex. it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you both finished, and this gave a very clear signal that he was in the mood again.

“round two?” he whispered in your ear.

“not today,” you shook your head.

this man and his hormones.

“okay,” he answered quietly. “thought you might want to.”

“you’re tired,” you spun around in the tub to face him, water swirling from your movement. “quit lying to yourself,” hands reaching up, you ran your fingers through his hair and stared him straight in the eye.

this was exactly why you loved drawing him. you’ll never get bored of just drinking the sight of him. his hair was a tousled mess, his lips still red from kissing you earlier, neck covered in small marks you left. his eyes were tired, mouth turned up into a small, satisfied grin. his sharp features were simple, but they were expressive.

he didn’t need to say anything for you to understand him. you could just take one look and you could see what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

in public, he was a complex figure.

with you, he was simple. simple in a way that you understood each other in a level that made him exhale with relief every time he spotted you in the crowd of fanatics, that he had someone to know how he was truly feeling and someone he could come home to just completely free his mind.

he lost too many people over the years, you and his family were the only people he had replaying in his mind, aside from his members.

the murmur of your name interrupted your thoughts. his hand was around your arm, drawing you in towards him. “you’re right, i am.”

“so––“

“but i can’t miss this opportunity of seeing you naked.” his creepy smirk had made a return.

“quit lying to yourself and being a perv,” you rolled your eyes, smiling.

“but i’m only ever a perv for you,” he mumbled. “please love me.”

“i do love you,” you laughed and ran a hand down his face. “but you really need to rest.”

“i’ve been sleep deprived for five months,” it was like he finally came into a revelation, looking away from you. he was lost in a daze of his own thoughts and you could almost hear the gears churn in his head to process it.

that, you realised, simply showed how unaware he was about his own wellbeing. worry nipped at you, a familiar feeling that you felt every time you were apart for a long period of time.

“can i tell you something?”

“go ahead,” you replied.

“i can’t sleep well without you.” his

“that’s a problem, then.”

“it is,” he agreed. “but i try my best.”

“i’m sure you were fine without me,” you said. “besides, you’ve got jimin.”

“ah, jimin,” he drawled on. “maybe i should share a room with him next time.”

“maybe you should,” you nodded. your smile was an attempt to lighten up the mood. he smiled back at you, eyes crinkling. “here––“ you lifted yourself up from the water, unaware of how exposed you were to him. at this point, you didn’t care. you stepped over his legs to get to the edge of the tub. “––move forward a little,” you pushed him lightly on the back as you sat yourself on the lip of the cold porcelain. your hands gripped his shoulders, massaging it to relieve the tight pressure.

“ah,” he rested his head on your lap while you worked your hands on his shoulders, fingers ridding him of the stress of having an entire world tour had put on him. he closed his eyes and stretched his long legs to fill up the empty length of the tub.

“you need a break,” you muttered under your breath after feeling how tight his muscles were.

“just another month, baby.”

you hummed in delight at the term of endearment. “i didn’t tell you how much i’ve missed you––the real expanse of it.”

“you didn’t have to,” taehyung flicked an eye open to glance up at you. “actions speak louder than words.”

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Hello I just started reading puppy love and it’s amazing! You’re very talented, your writing it’s so refreshing and soft and I loved the way you imprinted Taehyung personality. I loved the first chapter and I willing to read more of this story. Congrats

Thank you so much! 🥺😭 I’ll admit that I worried it wasn’t very good, so your words mean a lot. I’m so glad you like it, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy further chapters 💜

a human touch, part I

Part [1] / 1.5 / 2

(masterlist here)

pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 13.3k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, future smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: everyone knows that androids don’t think, or feel, or have emotions. they’re not human, after all. so when a two hour session with a sex android ends up with nothing more than a nice conversation, you think that’s the first and last time you’ll see v. 

then he turns up at your door. 

warnings: talk of sex work (taehyung is a sex android), implied physical harassment (mentions of bruising), cursing/explicit language, mentions of alcohol, honestly this is a lot softer than these warnings would make you think I swear 🤧

a/n: I started writing this fic like 2/3 months ago and then put it on hiatus bc god it was kicking my entire ass. but ya girl is finally back to working on it! it’ll be two parts, because this fic is a big one! I hope to have the next chapter out next week/the week after (but no promises kdsflkfdfsdf) thank you @hobi-gif​ for loving this fic so wholeheartedly and supporting me while I struggled with it, queen shit ONLY. note: this is loosely a detroit: become human au but you don’t have to be familiar with it at all!

Here are the three things you know about the Eden Club.

One: it’s a sex club. Everyone knows that. Besides, even if they didn’t, all it would take is a single look—the soft blue lighting that shines out from the windows, the screens behind the glass that flash images of shifting and undulating bodies, the heavy beat of music that pulsates from the building and out into the night air; everything murmurs of the promised pleasures that are held within. 

Two: it’s a sex club entirely staffed by androids. Androids make better lovers, according to the ads. They might look human but they don’t have free will like you do—anything you ask for, you’re given without question or reproach. They can’t say no to you. They’re entirely at your command.

Three: you don’t ever want to go to the Eden Club. It’s not that you have anything against androids—because you don’t—but you feel bad for the ones who are owned by the club, even if they’re literally only built and programmed to serve humans. It just feels… wrong.

And here’s the fourth thing you’ve just learned about the club, much to your dismay: you are about to head inside it.

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I’ve just finished reading chapters 2 and 3 of puppy love and it’s so cute. I loved that Taehyung send that cute picture of yeontan to y/n. I’m really loving the plot, i was so surprised with when he called her friend 🥺 no i’m willing to see how their relationship will go and to know more about Taehyung’s feelings about the reader.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it, and that you appreciated the plot twist! 🥺🥰 I can just see Taehyung sending her constant pictures of Yeontan! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you like where the story goes 😊

See you (M)

The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: Mild smut; kissing, fingering.

A/N: This is gratuitously self-indulgant piece; a daydream gone too far!! And yes, i know I’ve left it open for a second part.  No, I’ve got no idea when I might actually get around to it 😂

Part two

“Are you sure you want to bother with this?” Sarah asks, eyeing the seemingly never ending line the of people that stretches out before you with one doubtful eyebrow raised, disappearing above the blunt edge of her fringe.   

You can’t blame her for looking skeptical.  After yesterday’s debacle that had you standing for almost ten hours straight, your feet aren’t exactly in prime condition to go tackling yet another queue.  

“I got an invite,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders and pulling the shoulder strap of your bag back up into place as it threatens to slip down.  “I can’t just let it go to waste.  There’s like a thousand other girls here who’d tear my arm off for this.”  Gesturing to the sign above a set of glass double doors that reads ‘BTS Studio’, Sarah’s gaze follows the motion of your arm.  

“Alright,” she concedes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and grimacing as she does so.  It’s all too easy to empathise with how she’s feeling; the balls of your feet are killing you, too, not to mention your lower back.  “At least we’re sitting tonight, I guess.”

“And I’ve got more painkillers, so we’ll be fine.”  Sarah nods and then follows alongside you as you make your way down to the back of the queue.  It’s a relief when you realise that it’s not actually as long as you’d originally thought; nowhere near as long as the lines for the actually concert, anyway.

“Ok, I’m gonna go to the loo so that’s gonna kill… like, an hour, at least, right?” your friend sighs, a wry smile stretched across her pretty face, “And then I guess I’ll just go hang out in Starbucks or something until you’re done?”

“Sure, ok.  I’ll text you when I’m out.”  

“Cool.  Have fun!”  She bids you a farewell wave that you return as you sidestep into the queue behind a small group of girls who’re practically bouncing with excitement already, chattering away in a European language that you can’t hope to understand.    

Luckily, once the doors actually open the queue moves fairly quickly.  Scrolling through tumblr on your phone and rewatching last night’s videos keep you amused for the most part; smiling like an idiot down at your screen as you go over the precious memories stored inside.  

You’re only thirty people or so from the front of the line when you suddenly get the feeling as though you’re being watched, looking up from your phone with curious eyes and glancing from side to side.  Sure enough, your gaze meets that of one of the attending staff - a young East Asian man with neatly styled hair and sharp cheekbones - and oddly enough, when he sees you looking he doesn’t seem too concerned about having been caught staring.  He looks you up and down quickly, eyes narrowed, and in under normal circumstances you might think he was checking you out but… for some reason it doesn’t quite feel that way. It feels more like a clinical inspection than anything else, but before you can even begin to figure out what his intentions might be he looks away and then he leaves; abandoning his post without a word to any of the other staff and striding away, leaving nothing but confusion in his wake.

“Well that was weird…” you murmur under your breath, and though you may be frowning as you lower your eyes back to your phone, the latest gifs of Jimin to grace your dash are more than enough to help you forget the odd little occurrence. 

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