A Human Touch, Part 2, Final

a human touch, part 2, final

Part 1 / 1.5 / [2]

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.

pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 24.4k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)

warnings: cursing/explicit language, very brief injury mention/blood mention (nothing violent/explicit I promise!), alcohol consumption, reference to former sex work, sexually explicit content, reference to masturbation, reader has sex for the first time, oral (f + m), multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (taehyung is an android but please take necessary precautions irl), I think that’s it but please let me know if I’ve missed anything

a/n: this got so incredibly long,, I hope that makes up for the wait! thank you to @hobi-gif​, as always, for being so supportive and uplifting and beta reading this for me, you are a shining star in my sky. and thank you to the wonderful @flowerseokjin​ for letting me pick her brain about art galleries and telling me about the incredible exhibition/paintings that I wrote about in this fic, you truly are the loveliest 💕

note: this is the final part of the main story! I’ll be writing minis/drabbles etc in the future but,, this is part 2 of 2 💖

A month after Taehyung walks into your life, you finally get new neighbours.

You’re aware of this because: 

a) Rory had let you know in advance (to wit: “I have been instructed to inform you that the new tenants of apartment 4A will be moving in next Sunday.”)

and:

b) Said new tenants are apparently very noisy.

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a hero’s journey (m)

summary; jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story pairing; jungkook x editor!reader (f) genre/warnings; best friend’s boyfriend au, slice of life, angst with a happy ending because im weak, pining pINING, everyone’s kind of a mess in their own sweet special way, alcohol use, mentions of ze weed, toxic relationships, mean friends, sex—slight dom!kook, food play, fingering, squirting, heavy use of the petname “pretty girl” bc im weak, strength kink, manhandling (oop!) w.c; 22.2k a/n; woof! my first fic for @goldenclosetnetwork​ 23 | jungkook’s birthday project! this goes out to all the closet romantics *ahem me cough* who doesn’t love pining between a cutie koo? a huge thank u for vivi @eerieedits​ for making this bbbBEAUTIFUL fic banner!  

prompt used: “I should’ve known.”

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Recrudescence (1)

Summary:  It’s nearly easy as breathing (for six of them, at least) for BTS to pretend to be just like everyone else - humans with big dreams and aspirations. But one person brings the façade crashing to the ground and for some reason, they just can’t let her go.

Tags: @fandomstoryteller @justapotatonow

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Prologue

Chapter One 

There are few chances for I - ARMY to interact with their beloved boys and, depending on where they lived, no chance at all. Those lucky enough to get to see them are limited to concerts where they scream their hearts out, their idols just close enough to be out of reach. 

K - ARMY, on the other hand, have it much easier. Fan meets, regular performances, appearances on commercials, hell, they might even see them on the streets.

But this is an exception. When Big Hit announced the internationally open songwriting competition, it sparked pure mayhem. Millions upon millions of entries in all sorts of languages flooded in despite the contest only running for two weeks. 

It took Big Hit months to sort through them all and choose the finalists, six songwriters who get to come to Korea to work with the producers and the boys themselves, the best song being recorded and placed on the upcoming album. Y/N had submitted on the very first day. It couldn’t have taken more than fifteen minutes of effort, a simple song about the pure and innocent happiness of childhood summers. She knew when she wrote it that she wouldn’t get in. She hadn’t submitted with the hope that she would. She did it because she wanted to look back at her youth and say she lived it to the fullest. She wants no regrets.

So what the hell is this email?

YN stares at the unopened email named “Congratulations” in her inbox, hand shaking slightly.

This has got to be a prank, right?

But just as she gets ready to delete the email, a twitter notification pops up on her screen. It’s from Big Hit’s official account. The tweet links every contest winner’s account and low and behold, her very own is listed at number six.

With a gulp, the girl reopens her email, reading the mail from the company in disbelief. 

One month later, YN stands in front of Big Hit Ent in awe, not believing that she’s really here. 

The meeting she and the other winners are required to attend doesn’t start for an entire hour, but restlessness keeps her from relaxing in the very luxurious hotel room she’d placed in. 

Before she arrived in Korea two days ago, YN read the lyrics to the other constant’s songs and they were all far superior to hers. She can’t understand why she’d been chosen as a finalist when her song was rudimentary at best. She’s not unconvinced that there’s been some sort of mistake, that someone mixed up her song and some else’s.

It’s that fear of being offered an apology and sent home prematurely that has her here so early, the girl determined to soak up everything she can while she has the opportunity. 

Meanwhile, deep inside of the company, Taehyung has his face buried in the crook of some faceless woman’s neck, a low, deep moan escaping his throat as he takes another pull of the tantalizing liquid slipping down her skin.

“You’ll kill her,” Seokjin says, tone dry and uninterested.

Taehyung pulls away from the dazed women only to shoot a glare at the man across the room.

“And?” He asks, licking his lips. 

“And I don’t feel like getting rid of another body. I’m tired of having to clean up after all of your messes,” Jin replies, shooting a cold glare at the other man.

“Fucking drama queen,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes before licking a long stripe up the woman’s neck, sealing her wounds. 

“What did you just say?” Jin asks, pushing off the wall threateningly. 

“Why do you always have to whine so damn much, huh? Stop breathing down my neck,” Taehyung says, rising up as well.

“Both of you, chill out. If you’re going to fight, do it later. We’ve got to meet up with those contest winners soon. We don’t have time to deal with your nonsense,” Namjoon says, annoyed.

They couldn’t go ten minutes without a fight breaking out. You’d think after six thousand years together, they’d be more civil with each other. If anything, they seem to get more hostile every millennia. 

Jin leans back against the wall and Taehyung gives a smug smirk before Jin raises his finger and sends him across the room, Taehyung hitting the wall with a deep thud. 

On a couch on the other side of the wall, Jimin sits cross-legged, flipping a coin up into the air over and over, eyes glazed over. Jungkook sits beside him, humming music with headphones over his ears. 

He flinches when the coin suddenly smacks him in the forehead, causing Jungkook to slide his headphones over his ears.

“Shut up. No one wants to hear your annoying ass voice,” Jimin snarls out before grabbing the coin and resuming his actions. 

Jungkook glares at the man, catching the coin in the air and throwing it across the room where Taehyung lays cursing in a heap on the floor. 

Jimin’s up in a moment, reclaiming the coin and flipping Jungkook off, who returns the gesture. 

Hoseok stands next to Namjoon, the two watching the scene in disgust. They can’t stand being around the four of them, but they don’t really have another choice. As much as they’d like to leave them, they know they’re better off sticking around. 

“How much longer until we have to get to the meeting room?” Taehyung asks, standing and brushing himself off.

By now, the girl’s unconscious, and will most likely remain that way for a day or two. Taehyung’s venom takes the human system a while to overcome, making it easy to subdue and kill them. A person can’t survive getting poisoned with it more than once. 

“About ten minutes,” Hoseok replies.

“Yoongi better get his ass here then. We don’t have time to be waiting around,”

Just then, through a cloud of suddenly appearing black smoke, the man in question appears.

“Speak of the devil,” Seokjin says, only to receive a cold look.

“We missed you,” Namjoon and Hoseok chime, causing Yoongi to smile a bit.

“I missed you more,”

“Oh, barf,” Taehyung says, sticking his finger down his throat.

As if he even has a gag reflex. 

“Whatever,” the three say in tandem.

“I got everything straightened up down there. The problem’s been solved and the boss is already doling out punishments. He said he won’t need us for the rest of today, though we should check in tomorrow,”

Namjoon and Hoseok nod. 

Just then, one of the coordi noonas knocks on the door before sticking her head in.

“Come on up, boys. They’re ready for you,”

She doesn’t see the passed out chick on the couch or the blood on Taehyung’s too long teeth.

“We’ll be right there,” Hoseok says, flashing her a smile.

The human leaves and the supernaturals follow, Taehyung licking the remnants of blood from his shortening canines. 

“Who even came up with his dumbass contest again? Why do we have to do this? I hate having to play dumb in front of the Int ARMY,” Jimin complains, rubbing the coin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“PD nim. And yeah, it’s tiring, but if you want to keep playing with those shiny things of yours Jimin, then we have to keep them happy,” 

Jimin blows his bangs out of his eyes, annoyed.

Jungkook chuckles.

“Who you laughing at?” Jimin snaps.

“You,” Jungkook mouths. 

Before they can fight again, the seven of them make it into the large meeting room, all slipping inside. 

It appears that everyone is here already, but Bang PD nim is giving some speech about specifics and rules and yadda yadda, all of the fresh meat contest winners facing away from the boys. 

None of them notice the boy’s entrance as they all pay rapt attention to the presentation, but the CEO is quick to point them out, six sets of eyes drilling into them.

And then the world is white, bright, blooming color exploding in their brains as time grinds to a halt, their senses overrun as they take her in, some low, primal instinct of theirs clawing its way up to the surface, the desire to take her into their arms and never, ever, let go overwhelming them.

All seven, eyes seeing only her growl out, lowly but undeniable one single word:

“Mine,”

Chapter Two

Are You Drunk?

Pairing: Jungkook / You

Genre: one shot / bestfriendstolovers!au

Rating: M (explicit sex)

Word count: 8.1k

Summary: Sometimes, drunk talk are nonsense. Most of the time, they’re not.

gif creds: @ariescults-moved

JK [12:49 am]: hey

JK [12:49 am]: y/n

Y/N [12:55 am]: what

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(banner by the lovely @itsoktheresbts​ !!!!)

➸ 18+

➸ Word Count: 13K

➸ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Female Reader

➸ Warnings: Heavy angst, mentions of depression, infidelity, unprotected penetrative sex, oral f receiving, unwanted advance (but nothing bad happens), swearing, drinking.

➸ Summary: Four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. Living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. What happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

➸ A/N: Based off this request by @itsoktheresbts​ :

So, the prompt is : “you were exhausted/sick. I had to carry you to bed.” It would be ex-husband Jungkook x F reader.

Funnily enough, I wrote all 13168 words of this before realising I never actually included the prompt word for word. But it’s in there… you’ll see what I mean lol and I hope you can forgive me!

This fic was so much fun to work on despite the angst and the conflict, and I really hope people enjoy it and stick with it until the end. I love to write about how I feel like situations would actually play out in real life rather than in movies, so this was an amazing opportunity once more to explore that, and yeah, I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS!!!!! (ps anyone who knows me and is familiar with my work will already know this is unedited lmfao)

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long black | kth

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. establish relationship au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: taehyung x reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • slight pwp • because apparently, there is plot

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: taehyung with a lip piercing be warned, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, slight bratty!reader, big cock!taehyung, teasing, semi-public sex, nipple/breast play, nipple/breast worship, panty licking, thigh slapping, a wild sir kink appears, praise, cock sucking, gagging, dirty talk, cum swallowing, handjob, pussy eating, fingering, face fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, for some reason ??? this turned soft???, unprotected, creampie

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: taehyung with a lip piercing,,,,, that is it,,,, that is all im saying thank you for coming to this ted talk :)

⇥ unedited cause im a trash gremlin :)

“Stop that,” Taehyung hisses, watching you through narrow eyes; his long dark hair framing his forehead. Coy look painted on your face, you simply quirk an eyebrow while lazily running your hand up and down his leg, slowly inching further and further towards the tops of his thick thighs

“Stop what?” you question, your words coming out in a purr, laced with faux innocence.

“Get your hand away,” Taehyung hisses once again, voice low and gravelly. Just the sound of it has you squirming in your seat, heat pooling both: in your abdomen and between your thighs.

“Taehyung,” you call out breathily, face heated with lust and eyes half-lidded as your fingers scrape against the length of his, now harder, shaft.

“____,” Taehyung warns, trying to keep his gaze focused on where Jimin was dancing with his new wife, Park Suri, and not on the way your fingers oh so innocently brush against the side of his thigh.

“Hyungie,” you whine lowly into his ear, “want you,” you continue. Almost instantaneously, Taehyung’s jaw muscles flex, the angular bone jutting out further. Your breath fans the lobe of his ear while you pull the cuff piercing that adorns the shell of his ear between your teeth.

“After the first dance,” Taehyung gruffly responds. A small pout graces your lips and with a sigh, you drop your head onto his shoulder.

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