#V x you

[whyse7vn]

KIM TAEHYUNG

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“You’re…. here?” Taehyung is confused.

It’s not like he was unhappy to see you or anything, in fact his insides felt as if they could fucking explode out of joy right now you’re here. He could of sworn you were mad at him, like reallly mad at him like i’m not talking to you for at least 24 hours, running you over with a car in my mind i’ll push you off a bridge type of mad at him but like he said you’re… here, at his front door. Kinda weird he notes, you definitely do have a key that you make very frequent use of but he decides he’ll call you out on it later.

“Problem?” You voice seems hoarse.

Taehyung frowns. Had you been crying?

You immediately notice the frown that boy in front of you wears and let out a small cough in an attempt to clear your throat.

“Problem?” You try again followed by an awkward smile.

Taehyung can’t help but mirror your small smile with his own boxy grin “Never”

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You now sit on Taehyung’s soft brown couch legs crossed holding one of his many decorative pillows to your chest. You inhale deeply and a musky wood scent fills your nose as you exhale his automatic air freshener, located on a shelf near his tv, goes off and a sickly sweet rose scent fills the room. You scrunch your nose up in disgust but choose not to comment on it knowing that your complaints will fall onto deaf ears as Taehyung claims the smell is “super romantic and alllll the girls love it” You giggle at the memory.

“Water right?”

You break away from your thoughts and look over your shoulder to find Taehyung’s eyes staring right back at you over his kitchen counter. You’ve always liked the way Taehyung’s place was laid out. The open plan really helps his home feel connected and has become your groups go to when hanging out.

You give Taehyung a small nod and turn back around. Something’s…. missing. Your gaze falls to the floor. Oh. You now notice one of Yoentan’s chew toys tucked under the corner of Tae’s fluffy carpet, the toy is purple in colour and what seems to be in a bone shape. Your lips pull into a smile.

“Where’s Tan?” You question.

Unbeknownst to you Tae freezes. “I— erm he’s with my parents right now” He internally cringes he hates lying to you. “Schedules have been real busy lately had to put him somewhere” At least that part was true.

Realistically there was no need to lie you about Yeontan’s whereabouts. I mean sure you would have looked at him funny probably asked a bunch of questions too but ultimately he could have told you. Yet he knew as soon as that question left your mouth he wasn’t going to tell you the truth.

Simply because he’s afraid.

Afraid that you’ll be ok with where Yeontan is right now. Who he’s with right now. And knowing you as much as Taehyung hates to admit it you most likely would be okay with it. You’ll probably read into it congratulate him on finding someone. Taehyung physically rolls his eyes at the thought. He wants you to burn like he did, like he does. He wants the thought of him choosing to leave Yeontan in the care of her instead of you consumes you whole. He wants it to devour you to haunt your every waking thought he wants it to—

“He’s all the way in Deagu? You know i would of taken him if you needed me to”

Taehyung blinks “I know”

He definitely does know.

But call him jealous, call him petty he didn’t care the thought of you and Jaehyun, Joon, Yoongi, Kook and fuck even Hoseok now consumed him. Consumes him. And that’s practically why he felt no shame in calling that number buried so deep in his contact list a week ago.

Now though, he must admit as he sits around an arms length away from you on his couch this whole “no shame” thing he was feeling before had just turned into pure guilt. Taehyung desperately tries to find your eyes but you refuse to make contact the air around you both suddenly awkward. Do you know he’s lying to you perhaps? Or is this just you upset because of the breakup? It’s very rare for Taehyung to be at a loss of what to say most of the time, so with everything in him he decides to break the awkwardness that has somehow found you both.

“Soooo…you went to see Hobi?”

Your eyes lighten up instantly thankful that Tae had taken the initiative to break the silence “Yeah i just wanted to make sure he got that the whole situation wasn’t actually his fault you know he gets in his head about that kind of stuff”

Taehyung nods along with what your saying

Another wave of awkward silence takes over.

You sigh and begin to get up off the couch.

“Maybe i should lea—”

“Did you fuck him?”

Both you and Tae’s eyes widen after the bold question leaves the man’s lips. Taehyung even slaps his hand over his mouth to had to the dramatics of it all.

“I’m sorry?” You begin

“No i’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to ask that i just— i just noticed you are wearing Hobi’s hoodie and i just thought that— you know so i asked and—” Tae rambles trying to save himself.

You look down at the light blue hoodie you’re wearing very clearly not yours and equally clearly Hoseok’s due to the bold “J-HOPE” printed on each hoodie cuff and it entirely being a little too big for you. You look back up from the hoodie to Tae finding him still rambling on.

“I mean with you Jaehyun it’s like crazy so if you—”

You make eye contact with Taehyung and he shuts up almost immediately.

“What if i did?” The air shifts.

“Huh?” Taehyung is quick to reply

“Fuck Hoseok, what if i did fuck Hoseok?”

“T-thats cool” Taehyung suddenly feels small under your intense gaze.

“Is it?” You press

Taehyung nods unable to trust his own voice right now.

“Are you sure Taehyung?”

“Super sure. I don’t care”

“Then why ask?”

Taehyung turns his head away from you breaking the eye contact you both once held. The Tension in the room in the room is thick, suffocating. Taehyung takes a deep breath.

You’re here.

And Taehyung is still confused as to why. You’re making him feel guilty. Taehyung has nothing to feel guilty about. You’re still here you shouldn’t be here. Not after what’s happened today no. You’re here, why are you still here? This isn’t fair, not on him on you, on Hobi, on Joon Yoongi Koo—

Your delicate fingers on his jaw pull Taehyung both out of this spiralling thoughts and his head to face you again.

“I’m here” You speak slowly to him.

Taehyung can’t breath, he won’t breathe he refuses to breathe so many thoughts, too many thoughts it’s-it’s all not fair. Hot, his body feels hot his mind feels hot everything is just hot and the way you’re looking at him is just so…

Hot.

Fuck it. Taehyung throws all the nonexistent composure he had out the window and tugs you closer smashing his lips onto yours. His hands immediately find you hair while yours find rest on his neck your tongues dance in each other’s mouths for what feels like hours your kiss filled with so much passion and unspoken words before Taehyung pulls away for some much needed air. His hair just as disheveled as yours and lips just as swollen he smiles at you. He doesn’t say anything just stares and smiles. You go to open you mouth to say something but he’s quick to cut you off by diving back into your lips. He does this partly out of fear you’ll ask him to stop say this isn’t right and leave and party no fuck that definitely because if your lips aren’t on him in the next five seconds he’ll actually pass away.

In this moment Taehyung is happy. He’s happy and you’re here.

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i don’t know where tf this came from shocked at myself actually

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[sunnebeam]

fall from grace.

DRABBLE.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

warnings: smut (are we even surprised at this point? as usual, minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc of the time period, but in this day & age please use protection), royal au, mentions of actively trying for a child, other warnings withheld due to possible spoilers

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: finally!!! this cute lil drabble completes my 'smut with storylines' collection (which is basically just an unofficial collection of smutty drabbles i wrote for each member lol). anyways, enjoy reading and don't forget to share ur thoughts! ^^

The kingdom's people call you the Peasant Queen.

Some say it in jest, some say it with affection. But you believe a majority say it in disdain.

A lowly peasant as the Queen? A former palace servant as the King's beloved wife? A complete disgrace!

A number of people chalk it up to a love potion. Others point to a curse. Some say you resorted to black magic to bewitch the King. And the crazier the theory becomes, the more they pin the blame on you.

But in truth, you never wanted to become the Queen. Never asked to be and never expected to be. But your husband, King Taehyung, always knew you were going to be one.

"Is everything to your liking, my love?"

You turn your head to your husband's voice, your eyes softening when you see his boxy smile. You nod at his question, turning your gaze back to the windows of your shared chambers, where you can see from a distance the extravagant floral arrangements you had insisted on for the palace gardens.

"Everything is perfect, my King," you respond, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his hard chest against your back.

"Good," he says simply. As long as you're happy, he supposes he can be happy as well.

"Thank you, my King," you suddenly say, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you for helping me commemorate today's significance."

His smile hardens but you don't notice.

"Of course, my love."

Your smile widens.

"He would have loved the flowers," you mumble, your smile never faltering.

His eye twitches but you don't catch it.

"I'm sure he would have, my love," he murmurs. "After all, he always used to love what was mine."

"What was that, my King?"

"Nothing, my love," Taehyung mutters then leans his forehead against yours. The both of you stay like that for a few moments, quiet and leaning against each other, before he asks you, "Have you drank your tea for the day?"

Warmth rushes to your cheeks at the mention of the tea that's supposed to help with fertility and conception. You nod, confirming that you have indeed already drank the concoction.

He smirks, his hands reaching for your garment and removing it from your body. The action still makes you bashful no matter how many times he's done it before.

"Still so shy, my Queen?" he teases you while he's removing his own garments.

"I can't help it, my King," you gasp when he pulls you to him, your naked bodies pressing against each other. "I have never been with another man. I have only ever laid with you, and yet you always manage to make me act so... salacious."

Taehyung always loves to be reminded that he's the first man to have taken your innocence. But on days like these, when the garden looks so decorated upon your insistence and the day holds so much significance to you, your words leave a slight bitter taste in his mouth.

Because he was almost not your first. It was almost not him.

"And I'm the only man to see you in such state, my love," he growls, his fingers reaching down to prep your womanhood. When he sees that you're ready for him, he spits on his hand and coats his cock with the wetness before sliding inside you. "Never forget that. Ever."

"I won't, my K-King," you stutter when he starts thrusting in and out. "You're my first..."

A harsh thrust.

"...you're my last..."

And another.

"...and you're my only."

He groans in pleasure and satisfaction, placing his hands on the underside of your knees to lift you up and wrap your legs around him. You, in turn, wrap your arms around his neck and let him carry your full weight with ease.

"That's right, my Queen," he says with conviction, bouncing you up and down on his dick, letting gravity heighten the pleasure for both of you. "I'm your husband. Your King. Me."

Not him, he adds internally.

Because although you've been married to Taehyung for two years now, the thought of him still pops up every now and then. Although you've been Taehyung's wife for two years now, you still decorate the garden with flowers to commemorate his birthday. And although you've been Taehyung's beloved Queen for two years now, you still talk about him from time to time.

"I love you, my King," you whimper when your husband angles your body in mid-air and his thrusts start to reach deeper spots inside you. "I love you so much!"

She loves me, Taehyung chants internally. Not him, not him, not him.

Your King pounds into you with renewed vigor, making you scream wantonly in delight. Your pussy tingles with each movement, clenching around his fat dick uncontrollably.

It doesn't take long before you're creaming around him, your juices gushing and making it easier for him to continue fucking you through your climax. Just as you're coming down from your high, he spills inside you, his member twitching inside you and keeping you plugged up.

Taehyung promptly carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and placing a pillow underneath your lower half. He then pulls out of you slowly, and when he's completely out, he inserts two fingers inside you, making sure not a single drop comes out.

"Maybe we finally made one," you mumble adorably, a hopeful look in your eyes.

Your husband merely smiles. Finally conceiving a child with you... the thought makes him feel content.

Maybe it's time he lets go of his grudges. Maybe it's time he feels secure in the fact that you married him. Maybe it's time he forgets about the palace gardener you fancied before him.

Maybe it's time he forgets about Jeon Jungkook.

After all, although you were in love with Jungkook first, you never ended up telling him. And although Jungkook was in love with you as well, he also never ended up telling you.

Because Taehyung made sure of it.

And although, in the end, you ended up marrying Taehyung, he'll never let you find out the truth.

And the truth is that Jungkook never went back to his home village to take care of his sick mother. The truth is that Jungkook never died from catching his mother's sickness himself. The truth is that Jungkook never even made it home, to begin with.

All you truthfully know is that Jungkook is dead.

But you'll never know that it was all by Taehyung's royal, bloody hands.

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[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Your Pleasure is Mine (V for Vendetta)

Pairing: V for Vendetta x AFAB! Reader (no use of gendered pronouns/pet names, no use of Y/N)

 Words: 5.2k

Warning(s): SMUT! Masturbation (Reader), Oral (reader receiving), thigh riding, fingering, vibrator, dildo/strap-on, squirting, overstimulation, V gets a pinch crazy (very very minimal), use of safeword (nothing bad, Reader just knows their limits uwu), blindfold, light choking, V keeps the mask ON (for the most part) fluffy aftercare.

A/N: I am so nervous to post this bc I havent written a reader insert in some time, havent written smut in FOREVER, and I havent watched V for Vendetta for awhile either BUT I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS DONE. SO HERE. Also, I headcanon V to have almost his whole body burned so, the strap-on warning is not for peggin’, sorry for those who thought that haha. enjoy

Also this post is goin up on my birthday so its like a reward haha

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It was a quiet evening in the Shadow Gallery. You did some cleaning for your partner V, and now you were doing some light reading of a book he recommended a couple days ago. It was a short, but very sensual erotic story that was on the banned list of books by the Chancellor. The words and analogies were simply written yet read as beautiful. You could see why V would recommend it. The story was eerily similar to yours and his dynamic; a masked vigilante character and his lover. The vigilante comes to his lover later in the evening and from the worry, they make love.

You almost wondered if he had you reading this on purpose, but you both never made that step your relationship. You understood from all that he has told you, his body was badly burned and he never took off his clothes or disguises. You've only seen his hands and you've felt his lips against yours and your face, but he had you close your eyes for that. You respected that aspect of V, you loved him for him and not for any appearance reason (although you wouldn't deny his typical get up was a major turn on.) Did you have your urges? Sure, but you took care them yourself with tools V stole for you whenever he was out.

Time was lost on you as you kept getting absorb in the short story. You finished the novella with a satisfied huff at its ending and set it aside. You stand up from your's and his bed, stretching your limbs. You glance at the clock and furrowed your brows.

"When did it become almost 11:30pm?" You mumbled and make your way to the kitchen to get some water. It was an hour or so later than when V said he'd be home, an inkling of worry bloomed in your chest. Whenever he went out to stop fingermen or steal supplies he always returned home to you on time, sometimes earlier. What had kept him so late?

You took a sip of water, welcoming the coolness it brought to your slightly dry throat and mouth. You clicked off the light in the kitchen and walked back to the main area of the Shadow Gallery. You yelped and jumped at V suddenly appearing, still in his cape and hat. The water in the glass you held ended up all on the front of you.

"Shit V, you startled me. Usually you announce when you're back." You chuckled, using the back of your hand to wipe water off your chin.

"My apologies, my dear. There were more fingermen than expected." He quickly approached you. His gloved hand takes the glass from your hands, setting it on a nearby table. One of his hands rest at the base of your neck while the one found itself softly cupping your jaw. His thumb swiped away water droplets still on your chin before slowly dragging along your bottom lip. "How was your day, hmm?"

"Wasn't so bad. I cleaned and then read that one book you recommended." You leaned into his touch, taking in a deep breath. You felt a shiver down your spine when you felt his fingers by your neck tap against your skin. With the story fresh on your mind it seemed like your senses were heightened.

"Ah, The Night Unveiled." V tilted his head, his tone indicating he was smirking. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Mhm, but I couldn't help but wonder if you suggested it on purpose, V. A smut story of a masked vigilante and his lover?"

He chuckled. "An idea formed in my head some when I saw the book in my collection. I thought you would enjoy a truly good read and... and would like to try something with me."

"You simply could have asked, V, though I did enjoy the read. The author wrote well."

"It got you in the mood though, did it not?" He tilted his head again, moving his hands to the hem your shirt. He maneuvered them underneath your top to grip your hips. He pulled you flush against him, your hands immediately resting on his chest. "I felt how you reacted to my fingers near your neck."

"What made you want to take this step?"

"I have always wanted you in an intimate matter, but as you know, my body is..." His usually confident tone faltered, his words trailing off. "But, I thought about it and came up with a solution. Come with me, dear." He gently took hold of your hand and lead you down the familiar hallway to your bedroom. You also felt a rush of heat up the back of your neck and to your face at the thought of sex with your beloved partner, something you often fantasize about.

V opened the door and the two of you walk in. He turns to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned forward, resting the mask's forehead against yours. You heard him take a deep breath and you couldn't help but mimic him.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, my dear, let me know. We shall learn as we go so please use the light system."

"Got it." You smiled and place a small peck to the lips of his mask. He chuckled pulling away from you.

"I'll be right back,  stay here." You nod,  watching as he ventured into the large closet for a few moments. He came back out holding two boxes, one you recognized. It held the few sex toys you had. You bit your bottom lip at the sight. You were definitely curious to what he has planned. You would be lying if you didn't feel the heat pooling between your legs. Subconsciously you crossed your legs while still standing, watching your partner set the boxes down at the foot of the bed before sitting down on the edge closer to the middle.

"Can you take off your shirt and shorts for me, my love?" His deep voice cut through your brief stupor. You nodded and gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head. You let your top fall to the ground and your shorts quickly followed. All you were left in were your white panties. You felt embarrassment wash over you for just a moment as you stood before him. You had been nude in front of him before. V liked to have days were he'd dedicate his time into pampering you, which meant he often helped bathe you. Yet, for some reason, in this moment you felt like shying away.

You heard V take in a sharp breath of air.

"You look divine my dear, as if Aphrodite crafted you herself. Please, come here."

"If anyone else heard you bring up a Greek God like so Creedy would have your head." You chuckle and heard him laugh as well. Slowly, you walked forward until you were between his legs. His hands, still gloved, were back on your hips.

He slowly dragged them downwards, gliding down your thighs. You felt your body shiver at the contact and he next moved them upwards. You felt his hands get closer to your chest, your breath caught in your throat in anticipation. You bit on your bottom lip as his hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently. You let out a content sigh before a small moan escaped; the pad of his thumbs grazed over your perked nipples. V tilted his head at your soft noises and decided to fully cup your tits, kneading and squeezing them.

"Sit." He spoke a simple command. He maneuvered his knee and thigh between your legs. You complied, taking in a sharp breath as your covered heat now against his thick thigh. "Go on, my dear, get yourself off on me."

You nod in response, not trusting your voice. You lazily started rocking your hips, riding his thigh. Your lips parted at the feeling and your hands gripping his shoulders; his own were back on your hips. Soft mewls left your mouth as you grind down, keeping a steady slow pace.

"That's it, darling." You didn't know his voice could get lower and huskier. You felt his fingers press into your skin, gripping your hips tighter but he made no effort to control your movements. "Does that feel good, hmm?"

"Yes-ah..." Your breath came out in pants. You leaned yourself into him to get more pressure and movement focused on your clit. Your roll your hips down and your body twitches. You've found just the right angle. You move faster and and faster, the pleasure making you slowly lose yourself. Your noises leaving your lips were getting louder. You sucked in your bottom lip to try and suppress them, but you felt V's hands grip your hips harder. Your rhythm came to a stop as you moved to look at his mask. There was a very brief moment of dull pain in his grip before he let up.

"Keep going. Do not silence yourself." His words were firm but you could tell by his tone he was adoring you. "I want to hear everything. I want to see everything."

"Sorry-"

"Don't apologize either." He chuckled and tapped your right ass cheek, signaling for you to continue. You nod, leaning forward again as you grind your hips down on his strong thigh, hoping to find that sweet angle. You slid your arms around his neck, your bare chest pressed against him as you tried to find that sweet spot again. You feel him wrap his arms loosely around your hips while you moved.

You shifted your left him and moaned loudly right by his ear.

"Yes, my love." You felt his chest rumble against yours. "That is it. Are you close?"

"Yes, V. Oh my god, yes." Your fingers gripped the clothes on his back as you rolled your hips, your movements getting sloppy as you chased your orgasm. You could feel it creeping up on you, getting closer and closer. V's hands soon found themselves resting on each asscheek yet he still made no effort to control any of your movements. You felt the heat rush up your legs and your body twitches and stills, before you sag against V.

"Did that feel good?" You feel one of his hands rest on the back of your neck while the other softly stroked up and down your lower spine.

"Mmhmm..." You pant, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"What color are you at right now? I still have many more ideas-"

"Green, Love. I am doing just fine." You chuckle and sit up right, cupping the cheeks of his mask. "Although I have a feeling you will be focusing mostly on me tonight."

"And if I am?" There was playfulness in his tone, the hand at the nape of your neck gently applied pressure.

"I would feel a bit bad."

"Your pleasure is mine, my love. As I mentioned to you previously my body is not in the best state, but I find it enjoyable watching you get lost in pleasure. So please, do not feel bad. I will be enjoying everything." He turned his head to nuzzle his mask into the palm of your hand.

"What else you got in store for me?"

"I am glad you asked." There was a slight growl to his voice. He helped you off his thigh and had you stay at the bed. You watched with curiosity as he went to the corner of the room. Your masked lover dragged over the armchair back to the bed with ease before sitting down. "I would like to see what you do to yourself when I am away."

"Ah, that's why you grabbed my box." You smirked and he nodded. You reached over to your box, still eyeing the other one. You slowly flipped the lid opened and eyed your options. You glanced to V who was still watching you and glanced back at your toys. Biting your bottom lip, you pick up the small bullet vibrator.

You move to the headboard of your bed, back propped up by the plush pillows. You kept your eyes on V as you lifted your hips up to slide off your soaked panties. You spread your legs, your wet cunt on full display for him. You saw him straighten his posture at your actions which had you close to smirking.

You started slowly massaging one of your breasts as your lowered the off vibrator to your pussy. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly dragged it up and down, your legs twitching at it grazing over your sensitive clit. Your felt around on the toy with your finger before finally pressing the on botton, the vibrator coming life.

You moaned loudly at the vibration again your clit. Back arching, you stopped playing with your breast and immediately pushed to fingers into your wet hole. You desperately needed to feel filled up. The sounds of the vibrator, your fingers thrusting, and your moans filled the room.

"Ah-Fuck! V..." You almost whined saying his name. You repeatedly chanted his name as your fingered yourself. Your eyes never left his rigged form as he watched you intently. Your toes curled and you could feel another orgasm approaching. "I love you, V-"

Suddenly, V stood up from the chair and walked over to the foot of the bed. He quickly opened his box and grabbed a piece of dark fabric.

"Are you comfortable with being blindfolded?"

"Y-yes." You breathed, removing your fingers but keeping the vibrator against your clit. You lost the sensation of near relief, but knew you loving partner would bring it back. V immediately crawled onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. He carefully leaned in and placed a black, thick silky fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head. You felt your nerves start to rise and you quickly turned off the vibrator to give yourself a moment to adjust.

"Make sure to tell me when your uncomfortable." His rich voice almost startled you now that you can't see him. "I figure this is your first time being blindfolded, would you like me to walk through what I am going to do?"

"That would be great." You smile, taking in a deep breath. You heard some ruffling comig in front of you and then felt the bed shift.

"I am going to touch your thigh." You noticed two things. One, his voice didn't sound muffled and two, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. You nearly jumped when you felt his scarred fingers gently stroke your inner thigh. "I am going to kiss you. I plan to leave marks there." There was a second pause until you felt his mouth gently kiss your thigh. Next thing you felt were his teeth nipping your skin. V started trailing kisses from what you felt. His mouth started near your knee and was getting closer to your heat.

"Mmm..." You practically feel his breath against your cunt.

"What color?"

"God, green." You couldn't contain your anticipation. He chuckled and slid an arm around to rest on your lower stomach. Your back arched when you felt his warm tongue swipe up your slit before he latched on to your clit.

"F-fuck, V!" You cried out. You wanted to reach down and press his face closer to your cunt but you kept your hands gripping the pillows. You knew he had both his mask and wig off, so you settled for jutting your hips. He chuckled and held you down with his arm.

"There, there." He mumbled, his tongue doing wonders your sensitive pussy. You felt him insert two fingers, they curled and hit the right spot, causing a pleased whimper escapes your lips at the feeling. He continued lapping your juices and gently suckling on your clit in all the right ways.

You're not sure how or why, but V was amazing at eating you out.

"H-how are you so good-Hng!" You whined, tossing your head back. That familiar warmth spread through your body, heat pulling in your stomach. He detatched himself from your pussy and while you couldn't see him, you knew he was smirking.

"I think it is both muscle memory from before Larkhill and from the many movies and books from the banned list I obtained." He hummed, the vibration of his voice felt so good. The blindfold had"Come on my tongue, darling."

"V..." You whimpered when he removed his fingers but then moaned as his tongue delve into your hole. His free fingers circled and played with your clit. "Fuck-fuck!" It felt like fireworks as your second orgasm hit. You threw your head back as you sputtered out a mixture of curse words and his name.

"Divine, darling. Absolutely divine." He moved away you to let you recover from your orgasm. "I am going to kiss you now." He didn't give you time to answer. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, you could taste yourself. Unlike your gentler, more sensual kisses with V, this one was full of passion and lust. One of his hands rested on your neck and he applied a little pressure to the sides. Your thoughts were scrambled from your post-orgasm high, the hot kiss, and now his hand on your throat.

"Just a moment, dear." He pulled his face and hand away. You hear noises again and you assume he is putting his mask and wig on. A minute passes when he speaks again. "I am taking off the blindfold." You feel his hands trail up your neck and behind your head, untying the silky fabric.

"Ah, shit." You weakly laugh and wince at the light. Your eyes adjusted in time though and now you could see your lover staring down at you.

"You look stunning like this. Dazed from an orgasm on my tongue." He cupped your cheek with his hand and you immediately nuzzled into it. "One more thing, my dear. Are you up for it?"

"I think I have one more in me." You smiley blissfully.

"Good." He leaned forward and had his mask kiss your hairline before getting up. He opened his box again and you watched with half lidded eyes as he seemingly strapped something around his waist. He grabbed something else, what you swore was a dildo but then it was obscured by his body. "This looks quite silly." V laughed.

"Let me see." You giggled. Your lover turned around with his hands on hips and you had to cover your mouth to hide the grin. He was still fully clothed in front of you in his black get up but on his crotch was a realistic looking strap-on but it also was in a clear lavender color. You removed your hand and revealed your grin. "Yeah. It looks a little silly but I am very excited for what's in store."

"Good." V gave a curt nod and walked around the bed, sitting in the other side. "Do you have the energy to ride me?"

"Oh I would love to." You smirked and sat up, feeling energized enough. You threw your leg over his lap, effectively straddling him.

"My, you are stunning, sitting here on my lap like so. Oh how I love you."

"I love you too, V."

"Every time you speak my name I am put further under your spell."

"I'll be saying it plenty more here soon." You pecked the masks lips and reached back for the dildo, grabbing it and lining it to your entrance. You figured you were plenty ready to take it. Slowly you sunk down on the thermoplastic cock and you placed your hands on his chest. V took in a sharp breath as he watched your face show the pleasure you were feeling. His hands gripped your hip.

You set a slow pace to start. You softly moaned as you moved up and down. The strap-on filled you up deliciously. You knew it wasn't the real thing but the moment still felt special. The intense love you already felt for V only deepened now.

You felt V's hands help guide your hips and you could tell he wanted you to go faster. You smile at his masked face and quickened your pace.

"Fuck-This feels... feels good." You rasped. You couldn't tell exactly were he was looking, but you figured he was watching your tits bounce. V removed one of his hands from your hip and reached over to where your vibrator laid. You didn't let him even ask, "Green, V."

"Good. Come undone for me again. I want to see your while your whole face is shown to me this time." He powered on the toy, its buzzing filled the room. You slowed down enough for him to press the vibrator to your clit. You nearly scream in pleasure, your body stilling and twitching.

"Oh fuck!" You hissed at the sudden wave of pleasure. "Move V- Ah-!"

"Of course." There was a smirk to his tone. He started bucking his hips upwards, everything felt so intense yet so good. You felt what seemed like fire pooling in your lower abdomen. Your were getting lost in this immense pleasure and you could tell your third orgasm was going to hit hard. The vibrator against your clit and your lover fucking you had you nearly lost in ecstasy.

Your head started leaning back as your third orgasm was nearly there when suddenly you felt the hand that was gripping your hip fly up to back of your head. V's hand cupped the base of your skull and forced you to keep your face looking directly at the mask.

"Keep your focus on me." V practically growled.

That intensity in his voice, the very steady and strong thrust, and the vibrator had you crying out his name. Your third orgasm hit like a firey explosion. Your walls clenched around the strap-on as your body stilled, jaw hung loose and eyes almost rolling back.

"Yes, that is it." V husked. Your body trembled, feeling overstimulated. Your partner still kept going, seemingly lost in your reaction. You cried out as he kept going, as he moved the vibrators in circles around your sensitive and engorged clit.

"V-!" You whimpered out his name. A part of you wanted to stop, the stimulation practically overwhelming, but your mind and heart kept screaming for him to keep going, to see how much longer you could hold out like this. You wanted to feel completely undone by the man you adored so dearly. Suddenly his thrust came to a full stop. He quickly pulled out of you and switched the position, everything seemed like a blur in your drunken-like state.

You now laid on your back, V having a firm grip on your legs as he maneuvered them for easy access; the vibrator, still in his grasp, buzzed against your leg. He entered you once more, giving you only a moment before his thrusts continued.

"V, fuck!" You choked out. His grip on one of legs left and you nearly saw white; the bullet vibrator was back on your clit. Tears leaked out of your eyes as you stared up at the mask watching you so intently.

"Good, my love. You are taking this so well. So-fucking-well." He grunts. You feel your heart flutter at the use of a curse word, something he hardly ever utters. There was something in the tone telling you he was fulling letting loose now. And you loved it. "Cum one more time for me, alright?"

You simply nodded, unable to coherently speak.

"I asked you a question. I need to hear your voice."

"Y-yes!" You writhe and shuttered. Then your vision nearly faded to black as your fourth orgasm hit, you couldn't make a sound other than his name. You felt sudden wetness around your pussy and V's clothes as his hips languidly rolled against you.

"My, my dear. It seems you made a mess." V chuckled, slowly pulling out but still kept some of the dildo inside of you. You barely manage to lift your head and saw liquid dripping from his pants.

I've never done that before... You hazily thought.

Your tired eyes widened when you felt him push back in and your sweat drenched body twitched with the vibrator on your clit.

"V- red. Red sweetheart." You panted. Immediately, he halted his movement and turned off the vibrator. Carefully he removed both toys from your body and placed a hand on your cheek.

"I am sorry. I lost myself there. Are you hurt? What do you need?" His voice was soft and tender.

"I'm not hurt. I just knew I couldn't handle anymore." You said, nearly breathless as you came down from everything.

"Just relax. I'll start a bath for you while I change into clean clothes. Does that sound fine?"

"Of course." You lazily smile at him as he got off the bed. You close your eyes and hum a soft song while V went into the closet the change. It only took him a few minutes but you nearly lulled yourself to sleep.

"Are you ready?" He asked. You hummed a response and sat up, you swing your legs off the edge but as soon as you attempted to stand your legs gave out. If it V hadn’t had been so close without you realizing you would have met the ground.

"Wow, you really fucked me until I couldn't walk." You couldn't help but laugh. He looped an arm under your knees and used the other to support your back as he lifted you easily into his arms.

"Once again, I sincerely apologize to you. I know this night was supposed to be for us to test-"

"Don't. Everything felt good. Great even. I knew I wanted to keep going as you did for that last one." You stretched your neck to peck the masks cheek. "I don't mind rough either next time, V."

"Well I am glad." His seemingly bashful tone of voice told you enough. You giggle with a simple smile and wrap your arms around his neck as he walked you both in the bathroom. V sat you down on the closed toilet and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around your shoulder. You watched with half lidded eyes aa he got the bath going. The water started filling the porcelain tub and you watched as your partner added soothing oils to the water.

When the water reached the right amount V turned the handle to off. He removed the towel and lifted you up and hovered you over the water. It was routine now after his days of pampering you for him to do this so you could test the temperature with your foot. He lowered you just enough to do so and you hummed in delight.

"Just right, V." You smiled and he gave a single nod, assisting you to stand in the tub before helping you lay back. You sigh contently at the warm water around you before glancing at V. Your eyes widened a bit when you daw him roll up his sleeves. His arms, much like his hands, were severely scarred. Usually he let the water soak his shirts when helping you bathe. Deciding not to comment on it, you simply smile to acknowledge this step in trust.

You didn’t care about what his appearance may have been under his clothes, what you cared about is who he is. He was an essentric person, but kind. He was understanding and driven. And he was someone you loved dearly.

V pulled out the small stool he kept in the bathroom. He lathered up a loofah with the soap you liked and gently took hold of your arm. For the next few minutes he gently washed you, speaking softly to you. When he was done with that he started massaging your limbs, earning him content noises from you. You could fall asleep at any moment now. A whine escaped your lips when his hands left you.

"Sorry, my dear, I have to clean up everything. It shouldn't take me long. Try not to fall asleep."

"No promises." You sleepily smile, watching him as he left the bathroom. You stretch your arms and legs with a small hum. You felt hazy and content in the warm bath after being pleasured and cared for. Your eyes slowly closed with a small smile and you couldn't help but doze off.

You're not sure how much time passed since you closed your eyes. V's deep chuckle stirred you awake. You blinked up at him as he set down a fluffy towel, before he reached into the water to unclog the drain.

"I told you not to fall asleep." He teased and helped you up. With his hands placed on your waist, he easily lifted you out the tub. He grabbed the towel and started drying you off. You smiled contently at how warm it was. He must of thrown it in the dryer for you. Wrapping you in the towel, he lifted you in his arms and back into the bedroom.

You noted the different bedding and felt warmth flush to your cheeks.

"Sorry you had to clean all that by yourself."

"No, I am actually quite proud of myself and you for that." His boastful tone had you feeling more flushed. He sat you down on the bed next to a small stack of clean clothes. "I hope to get you to that point again, dear."

"That was the first time I ever squirted." You smiled. V knelt down while you carefully stood up, removing the fluffy towel. You shivered at the difference in temperature. Your lover unfolded a pair of black panties for you. You placed a hand on his shoulder and step in each hole. V slowly pulled the underwear up and quickly offered you some sleeping shorts, which you repeated the process. He had you sit back down so he could put on a very large shirt over your head. You smiled at how warmed the clothes were on your body.

"Thank you for taking care of me, V." You sigh.

"It is the least I could do for you." His hand cupped your jaw and his thumb stroked your cheek.

"Still, I appreciate it and you. Can you give me a kiss?" You grin getting up to stand.

"Anything for you." You close your eyes as he lifted his mask. His lips pressed against yours softly, the kiss full of love and adoration. He pulled away and you waited until he spoke again to open your eyes, his mask back on. "I love you, forever and always."

"I love you too, V." You smiled, the attempted to stifle a yawn.

"You need rest, my dear."

"Lay and tell me a story until I sleep?"

"Of course." V lead you to your side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped you get into bed and tucked you in. He quickly moved around the bed and got on top of the bed. You wasted no time scooting up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso and resting your head on his strong chest.

You sigh, feeling content and happy.  V started speaking, reciting a short story he has memorized and told you before. His rich voice was soft and comforting, and after a few minutes you were lulled into a deep sleep, feeling secured and protected.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 28: Dirty Talking(Baby, talk dirty to me...)

warnings/kinks: injuries/wounds, smut, dirty talking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vulgarity word count: 1.1k pairings: V x Fem!Reader teaser: “Fuck I…I love fucking this pussy,” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic

V was interesting to you. He intrigued you like no other. He wasn’t cocky and sassy like Dante, nor did he use profanity as much as Nero did. But the way that the black haired man used poetry and flowery language to speak to you, it made your heart flutter every single time.

You understood the circumstances of how he got here, and while you didn’t know Vergil personally, you were very much enjoying his humanity. V was a breath of fresh air in your life and he made you so happy. You two were so close that Dante and Lady often enjoyed poking fun at you. It never bothers you because you feel like for the first time in your life, you may have actually fallen in love.

V likes to recite poetry to you and to make you feel like you’re being wooed and courted. Things haven’t gotten too intimate yet, but you begin to wonder what he might sound like if he were to talk dirty to you. 

You invite him over one day during all the chaos. It’s mostly just to talk over some battle plans and also to tend to some of the wounds he’s obtained. You often worry about him, even though he tends to pretend it’s nothing serious. When he arrives, you have some tea brewed for the both of you and your first aid kit all laid out in front of you on the coffee table. He smirks at your hospitality but you know he’s not going to complain or protest.

“It’s always a pleasure to be in your company, my dear.” V says as he sits down in your comfortable chair.

“Pleasure is all mine, darling.”

You begin cleaning up some of the wounds on his hands and arms, then you move up to some of them on his chest. It’s not long before that’s all forgotten and you’re kissing him so sweetly.

Everytime you kiss him, he just melts. V swears he’s never felt anything like this before. He thinks about how you might affect Vergil if he were whole once more, but he also likes to push those thoughts away in favor of being a little selfish and to keep you all to himself for as long as he can.

“Such a pretty darling…such soft lips, like the petals of a rose.”

This makes you smirk, and you take his hands and guide them to your breasts. His cheeks turn pink but he starts to knead the tender flesh.

“There are other lips on my body that are like rose petals.”

Your words make him stop in his tracks. He knows he’s not always one to be vulgar, but your vulgarity excites him in ways he never knew existed. He’s more than happy to continue this intimacy. So with a few more heated kisses, you lead him into your bedroom.

Between making out and exploring each other’s bodies, you and V are finally naked. He kneels between your thighs, his long fingers pumping into you. You mewl his name, making his cock throb at the sexual sounds you’re making.

“Fuck me,” you plead. “Please V, I need you to fuck me…”

He blushes once more. It’s not that he doesn’t want to fuck you, because he very much does want to. But he’s just worried that maybe he won’t be able to perform in the way you’d want him to. He’s afraid to disappoint you.

“I want to make love to you,” he says as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“V…”

Your sweet voice hits him hard, making him long for you even more than before. He spreads your legs, and guides his aching cock to your tight hole. It’s so wet and slick, and your walls are like velvet as he slowly slides into you. His eyes roll back once he bottoms out, and he’s panting and moaning so cutely.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

V nods his head, “Oh my dear…it’s exquisite…”

You giggle softly, making his eyes snap open. You reassure him by caressing his cheek lovingly with your thumb. Then you bring him closer for a kiss.

“Let’s hear you get dirty, V. Tell me how much you love fucking this pussy.”

He can’t believe his ears. How is going to be able to do this? He’s a little nervous but most definitely excited about all of this. He stammers a few words, then he looks down to where you’re connected.

“Fuck I…I love fucking this pussy,”

The words make you clench around him, and he moans at the sensation. He starts to rock his hips, making you both whine. It’s all so sensual but there’s a bit of vulgarity coming through. V then leans in to kiss you, and you bite his bottom lip.

“You like fucking this little pussy don’t you?” You ask him, kissing him again.

“Love fucking this little pussy. My little pussy to fuck, isn’t it?” He sounds even more possessive right now.

You whine as he begins slamming into you now, and you can feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. V watches you carefully as he fucks you with expertise. It’s almost like he’s known how to do this the entire time he’s met you, he just was a little too shy about bringing out this side of him.

“You gonna cum on my cock, huh? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

This is the moment where you feel yourself becoming so aroused. He’s taking the lead on the dirty talk, no longer taking your cues. It’s such a sexy thing for you to be witnessing. It’s almost like he knows exactly what to say to get your motor running.

You let out a cute moan when he shifts the position just a bit, and V takes this opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth. You happily suck on them, drooling all over them.

“You’ve got such a pretty little mouth…and you were right, it matches that pretty little pussy of yours. Perfect rose petals.”

You clench around him, feeling your orgasm coming quick. You desperately try to warn him that you’re about to cum, but with his fingers shoved so deep in your mouth, it just comes out as choked out babbles. V finds himself enjoying the dirty side of sex, and he knows he’s going to continue fucking you like this for as long as he can.

He shoves his fingers even deeper into your mouth, and with just a few more thrusts, you choke out some moans as you cum hard all over his cock. The entire time, he’s coaxing you through it with the filthiest words. You’ve never cum quite like this before.

V pulls his fingers from your mouth, strings of saliva coating them. He brings them down to your aching clit and begins rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

“Now,” he starts. “Are you going to be my good little slut and take my seed?”

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[bangtanintotheroom]

Model Behavior (M)

Still hooking over Still hooking over and die

• Pairing: Taehyung x Assistant!(F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 3,181

• Summary: Helping with photoshoots brought you stress, excitement and a sense of validation. Today, you experience a new and unexpected emotion, thanks to the man at the center of it all.

• Warnings/themes: the Elle Korea photoshoot 😵‍💫, innocent touching (at first), flirting, eye contact, Tae in the open denim jacket ⚰️, making out, oral (m. receiving), a smidge of soft dom!Tae, Y/N using her teeth 🥴, restraining (with hands), cowgirl, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (a swift talk about BC and STDs is had!)

• Song Inspo: Quick Musical Doodles - Two Feet (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: When I tell y’all I am TIRED of this man wrecking me 🔪🔪🔪 I didn’t expect all of this from the Elle shoot! It got to me so bad that I started writing the beginning of this in the group chat… 🫣 Thank you to @minisugakoobies @sugalaritae @minttangerines for taking the ride to delulu land with me 💕💕💕 And thanks to @luaspersona for the helpful beta! 😚

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @jinsquishes @swweetnightt @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @ssaboala @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

You're an assistant on the set of Elle Korea.

You've always been professional, especially since your position involved sprucing up the model at the time. From damn-near naked to partially covered, the human body never fazed you too much.

Until the day Kim Taehyung stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wandering.

Your responses were delayed.

Every time your fingers brushed against his sun-kissed skin, a spark began and traveled to the pit of your belly. And it didn't help that he had a tendency to look you dead in your eyes whenever you were in front of him.

His dark gaze penetrated you every single time.

But you managed to truck on and the rest of the shoot goes smoothly. Well, aside from the one time you almost missed your cue from the director, thanks to wishing you were the flower sticking out of Taehyung’s waistband.

Just as you were packing your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You thought it was your boss and prayed that they didn't notice your slacking today; you had a cruise to go on next month. Opening your mouth with an apology ready, you spun around, only for it to evaporate.

For it was your distraction standing there.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

Wait, he actually remembered your name? You were so used to 'the helper' or 'that girl' or 'you there' that the courtesy surprised you.

"Yes...Taehyung, right?"

A smile that lifted his cheeks came over his handsome face.

"That's me. Thank you for your help today, you work quick."

No Y/N, don't shuffle your feet like you're some shy schoolgirl.

Oops. Too late.

"Oh, thanks, but it's kind of what I have to do. If I was slow, I definitely wouldn't be here, haha."

You hoped you didn't sound too self-deprecating there, but it seemed to be okay as Taehyung chuckled.

"You have a point there."

Thinking that he was just coming by to pay his gratitude before moving onto whatever else million-dollar celebrities do, you were caught off-guard when he remained steady. For a few seconds, nothing was said as he continued looking you dead in your eyes.

Fuck, he needed to stop with that. Did he know what kind of power his deep brown orbs had?

"Y/N, listen. I need a bit of a favor before I leave for the day."

You blinked.

"You do? What is it?"

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his tight slacks, making the front of his open denim jacket part further, revealing more of that golden skin you kept eyeing up.

"I really liked these outfits. I wanted to see if you could give me the details on them so I could pass them along to my stylist."

Oh? You could do that. Anything to be around this gorgeous man longer.

"Of course! Just follow me to the fitting area, the bags have all the details."

Taehyung directed a box-like smile at you, nodding. You turned and motioned him to follow you down the hall and past people scurrying by with coffee trays and overflowing binders. Reaching your destination, you walked into the room with him, hearing the door shut behind as you made a beeline for the clothing rack along one of the walls.

You studied the cardstock hanging off of the first garment bag before speaking, "Okay, it looks like the red leather jacket you had was Valentino from the Fall/Winter 2023 collec—"

"Y/N."

You were interrupted by a baritone in close distance to your ear, turning your head to jump at how close Taehyung was standing next to you now.

"Y-Yes?"

His full lips curled into a crooked grin.

"I knew what collection that was from before I even got here."

Huh?

"You did?"

"Mhm."

A hand came up to hold yours, removing it from the paper.

That spark from earlier? Yeah, no, that was nothing, because his long and callused fingers against your smaller and somewhat dry ones lit a damn match inside you. And he only made the fire grow with the way his eyes lidded, looking so close to one of the shots that was taken earlier.

"Just wanted to get you alone."

Oh shit.

The air shifted thanks to his confession. The longer your gazes held, the more you forgot that you were at work.

You definitely shouldn't be alone in a dressing room with a famous idol. You definitely shouldn't be forgetting that anyone could bust in at any moment. You definitely should be reminding yourself about that cruise you still had to pay off. You needed this damn job and—

"Y/N."

A shiver ran through you. Damn, his voice.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you were looking at me the whole time."

Oops.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung, I shouldn't have been—"

Whatever else you wanted to say was halted when he pressed one of those appendages to your lips.

"Why are you sorry? You think I made you bring me back here for an apology?"

All you could do was stammer, looking undeniably stupid in front of someone who you deemed untouchable. Realizing you were at a loss for words, Taehyung took the reins and moved his finger before leaning down. You felt his wispy bangs brush against your forehead, eyes still on his smoldering gaze.

"If you're not averse to overtime, I'd like to see what's been running through this pretty head of yours."

Nope. This had to be a dream. Or a setup. Maybe that prick Kwan was trying to get you fired so he could get your position.

But...you didn't want to say no.

Licking your lips, you finally found your voice again.

"I...I don't want to get in trouble."

The idol didn't seem fazed, shoulders shrugging as he laid his hands on your hips.

"What happens in this room, stays in this room."

Ah. Well, that was what you would definitely consider a green light.

So you gave your own answer by grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him in for a heated kiss. The next few moments were a blur.

There were hands roaming. His over your comfortable clothes that were starting to feel restrictive over time. Yours going straight for the warm, bare skin underneath the denim, doing your absolute best to remember every bump and dip. How many people would get to say they got to touch Kim Taehyung like this?

At some point, his back was pressed into the wall next to the rack, lips still ravaging your own. Your fingers went on autopilot for his belt, but as soon as you brushed the expensive leather, Taehyung broke the kiss.

"Hold on."

Uh oh. Did he change his mind?

You tried to stave off the disappointment coming on.

"What's wrong?"

He took your hands and pulled them away, but he never let go.

"I know how well these hands of yours work, baby—"

The smirk he gave you should have been illegal in over seventy countries.

"But I wonder if your mouth is just as talented."

Oh.

He had to have felt the way you trembled in his grasp. He had to.

"I mean...I've never had any complaints before."

Taehyung's eyes squinted at your sudden surge of confidence.

"Then don't be greedy. Sharing is caring."

Barely biting back a grin, you waited until he let you go before sinking down to your knees, coming face to face with a tent in his costly slacks. You began reaching for his belt again, only to feel a light swat to your hands. You gaped up at him in shock, only to quiver at the heat directed on you.

"I didn't say you could use your hands, did I?"

What had you gotten yourself into and how could you do it again?

“No, you didn’t.”

Taehyung’s straight teeth flashed dangerously.

“Don’t keep me waiting, gorgeous.”

While those few words rolled off his tongue, he took the opportunity to shift his hips closer to your face. You couldn’t hold back a swallow.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself with what you were about to do.

You anchored your palms on your thighs, gripping lightly before you leaned forward, brushing your lips against the cool metal of his belt buckle. Praying that you wouldn’t get any marks on it, you took a hold of the leather with your teeth. You tried your best not to think of how stupid you might have looked, attempting to undo Taehyung’s belt this way.

But his word was absolute; no hands meant no hands.

Finally, you got somewhere, managing to release it from the metal prong before sliding the buckle away. This gave you access to his slacks now, relieved that this part would be much easier.

It was a good thing you only had lip balm on; any kind of stain on the expensive fabric would surely cause you to be reprimanded by your boss.

Your teeth loosened the button from its hole before going for the zipper tab, the sound of the fasteners undoing themselves like music to your ears. You went for his waistband as soon as you were finished, putting more force into your movement this time. With a sharp jerk, you pulled down enough to see a good portion of his briefs.

Just one layer left.

Taehyung seemed to be losing his patience, jutting his hips forward once again. Shooting him a reassuring look, you made quick work of the thin fabric. You barely had time to avoid his cock springing out and hitting you in the eye, face warming at the humored chuckle he gave.

Wanting to wipe the smirk off his face, your mouth engulfed as much of him as possible before giving a harsh suck.

“Shit—”

Lips curling around his length, you gave it your all, throwing in whatever tricks you were familiar with. Taehyung seemed to appreciate the effort, ebony eyes watching you like a hawk and filth-coated praises leaving his mouth.

“That’s it, baby— This what you wanted to do to me the whole day?”

Hopefully the way you fluttered your lashes got the message across.

“Goodness, I hope you’re not like this with every model you work with.”

Now your eyes narrowed, a hand coming up to swat his thigh on instinct. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize your mistake until Taehyung flew out to grab your wrist.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

Forgetting that your mouth was occupied, you began apologizing, but the idol was quick to stop you with his free hand.

“Give me your other arm.”

Your thighs quivered at the commanding tone covering the baritone now, obliging without a second thought. He wrapped his long fingers around your other wrist, keeping your arms up and next to his legs.

“Go on.”

You did not expect him to just take charge like that; the thought only made your pussy clench hard before you continued sucking him off.

For the most part, Taehyung let you do all the work. But sometimes his hips would come to life, taking a moment to give shallow thrusts into the wet heat of your mouth. The rational part of your brain freaked out whenever some of your spit threatened to leak out onto his pants while the horny part relished in the messiness.

Just before a large glob was about to slip past your lips, you felt him release your wrists and pull back to slide out of your mouth. While you were catching your breath, Taehyung helped you stand before walking you over to the couch on the other side of the room. He took a seat, keeping his legs spread as he tugged you by your hips to stand between them.

“Sorry to rush the fun, but my people are going to be looking for me soon.”

His hands already began working at your pants before the sentence was even finished.

“It’s fine.”

As soon as he opened the closures and yanked both waistbands down to your calves, you helped with getting them off your feet. He pushed his own clothing further down his legs and you straddled his lap, shivering at the sensation of his dick under your drenched core.

“You’re okay with this?”

Taehyung’s question took a second to sink in, but you nodded when it did.

“Yeah. I’m clean and safe.”

The man underneath you reflected the nod, hands sneaking around to cup your bare ass.

“Good. You don’t have to worry about getting anything from me, either.”

Your brows knitted jokingly as you felt Taehyung lift you up a bit.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to have to end up going to the media and letting them know that Kim Taehyung is carrying something.”

He merely chuckled, reaching down to guide himself to your entrance.

“And I don’t want to have to go to your boss and tell them about what went down in this room.”

Your mouth parted as you felt him begin to spread you out, words unable to come out until you were fully seated on his lap.

“T-Touché.”

Pleased with your acceptance, Taehyung took a hold of your hips and began pumping up into you. It was torture to have to hold back some of the louder noises you wanted to make, but you did not want to lose this damn job.

Guess you would have to show your appreciation another way.

Managing to balance yourself upright, you laid your palm on his chest, pushing the jacket aside to give you a better look at his torso. Your fingers roamed over the tanned skin, savoring the muscle and tone lying underneath. You took special interest in his stomach, enjoying the faint outline of abs that would show whenever he thrust up.

“Hey, that tickles.”

Your lips curled at Taehyung’s thick protest, sliding your index finger down to trace around his belly button.

“Sorry.”

He merely shook his head as you showed no signs of stopping your trek, digging his nails into your bottom.

“Sure you are.”

Taehyung made sure to get his revenge by pumping harder, forcing you to clap your free hand over your mouth, preventing a loud moan from escaping. He doesn’t slow down over time, fucking into you with abandon as low grunts left him. The model seemed content with watching you bounce above him for the most part. His dark orbs often switched between your face and where your bodies were connected.

The two of you continued until you felt that unbearable coil twisting in your gut, needing something extra to help it snap. Taking a chance, you removed the hand silencing yourself to grab one of Taehyung’s, sliding it between your hips. With a pleading look down at him, he nodded swiftly.

You were sure you tasted blood with how hard you bit on your lip when he started circling your aching clit.

But it was just what you needed, finding yourself getting to that precipice faster than before.

“T-Taehyung—”

Said man continued his movements, eyes steady on your face.

“Keep going, baby. Gonna make me come too—”

His admittance made your pussy quiver, but the excitement took a halt with a sudden thought you had.

“Wait, where are you gonna come?”

“I’ll pull out, don’t worry.”

Oh hell. If he did that, who knows where the mess would end up. While it would be unpleasant if it landed on your own clothes, any trace of semen on his own garments would cause a fiasco.

“Don’t, just— Stay inside, it’s fine.”

Taehyung gaped up at your words. It seemed like he wasn’t going to fight you though, not saying anything more. He let his hips do the talking for him instead.

With a few more steady thrusts and swipes over your bud, you saw stars behind your lids, arching your back and stifling down a cry in your throat. Your nails dug into the firm chest below, needing some sort of anchor as you rode out the tension. You almost missed the sight of Taehyung following behind you, watching as his face screwed up in bliss as ropes of release coated your walls.

His hips came to a stop after some time, his head flopping to rest on the back of the couch as he caught his breath.

“Fuck, that was good…”

You couldn’t speak quite yet, choosing to reflect the sentiment with an unsteady nod. The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths before you tapped his shoulder.

“We should probably get out of here now.”

“Ah.”

You were careful in pulling off of Taehyung’s dick, making sure nothing dripped out. Thankfully, a tissue box was nearby, allowing you to grab a few sheets to clean yourself up. You handed a couple to him as well.

Once you were done, you picked your pants and underwear off the floor, sliding them back on over trembling legs. Taehyung seemed to finish getting himself together at the same time as you, fastening his belt. He looked up at you with a grateful smile.

“Thanks for that, Y/N.”

You scoffed lightly, your own smile coming to the surface.

“I should be thanking you. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to get the opportunity to fuck an idol.”

The taller man laughed at your quip, wispy bangs moving as he shook his head.

“Cross it off your bucket list. Who knows, we might see each other again in the future.”

Taehyung smirked at how flustered you became now, leaning down to plant a kiss on your swollen lips. He whispered against them, “Hell, I wouldn’t mind it. See ya.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye, heading for the door. Shooting you a wink, he opened it before stepping out and shutting, leaving you all alone in the dressing room now.

Wow.

Did you really just sleep with the Kim Taehyung?

And got away with it?

A short laugh couldn’t help but come out.

Hopefully he was telling the truth when he said that what happened here would stay between the two of you.

Glancing at your watch, you decided to head back to the set to help break everything down. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the knob.

A sudden realization froze your body and made your gut twist.

The two of you forgot to lock the door.

Motherfucker.

All you could do was sigh and shake your head before leaving; Taehyung better keep his pretty mouth shut.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

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Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

You'd started dating V 2 years after he debuted. Your company Cube were not thrilled about it. They knew they couldn't stop you or any of your G(I)-dle members from dating but they hoped you'd atleast date someone from the big 3 so if it got leaked you'd get a ton of publicity (you'd also get a ton of hate but they didn't care about that). BTS hadn't blown up yet so they saw you dating V as pointless, but you didn't.

V first caught your eye because of how good-looking he was. Then you also saw how sweet and kind he was and you knew you had a thing for him. You admired him for a while before you started trying to express your interest in him. You started bowing more to him, smiling, saying small things like "good luck" before BTS went on stage. It worked and you became friendlier and friendlier until one night V came over to you at a party and asked you out. You of course said yes and got on instantly. You really weren't slumming it by dating someone like V and it was your company's fault if they couldn't see that.

The two of you were really happy for a while. You had 3 years of bliss but that all started to change when BTS' fame skyrocketed. At first, you were thrilled for V! You knew how hard he and the guys worked and how they'd been overlooked for 5 years but fame is weird and we all crave attention and praise so you didn't fully blame V for what happened.

Suddenly everyone wanted to know him. Guys who couldn't be bothered to respond to him when he bowed to them were inviting him to A-list parties. Girls who'd never even spoken to him were acting like they were best friends with him. Particularly the ones from big companies. You decided to let V do what he wanted with it and let him enjoy parties and events on his own. He deserved the praise, not you and you didn't want to be accused of riding his coattails. Plus you never liked all that party stuff so you just waited home for V but slowly things started to change.

You saw V less for one thing and when you did see him, things were different. His team were styling him weirdly and trying to change things about him to make him appeal to an even wider audience. They toyed with his appearance like he was doll and started changing more personal aspects of him. His interests began to change and even the way he spoke altered. It would take him a few minutes each time you were together for V to shed the idol V and just go back to normal V. You loved when your V was back but it took longer and longer reach time. Not to mention when you did see V on the idol circuit you didn't like what you saw. You hardly recognised the man and didn't like how flirty he was. Sure there were girls throwing themselves at him all over the place but that didn't mean he had to reciprocate. Didn't he care about how you felt watching it?

Apparently not because when you brought it up in the car on the way home V was not happy. He didn't get it and saw your reaction as a lack of trust, completely misreading everything. You argued the whole way home and opening the door to your apartment, V still could understand what was wrong with his behaviour. "V you were flirting with her don't even try and pretend you weren't!". "Okay sure but what's wrong with that? It wasn't really me flirting with her just my character". You blinked "V that makes no sense! We're not actresses and even if you chose to flirt with her because your company asked you to I'm not okay with that". "Why?" V asked "you know none of that is true". "It doesn't matter though the girls you flirt with don't know that and neither do the others watching. Plus why would you even do that? There are some lines you don't cross V and when does flirting turning into more?". "More like what?" V asked and you shrugged "I don't know? A sexy dance together, lingering hands, a kiss...It will only keep getting worse and the lines will keep thinning and people will think that you're up for it" you argued but V was just getting more frustrated.

"I don't get why you're so worried about what other people think. Who cares if they think I'm fucking everyone in the industry, it's not like I'm actually sleeping with these girls and you know that!" V said and you laughed "wow thank you so much for doing that major favour for me!" you said and V rolled his eyes "why are you being so difficult?". "Can you really not see why I'm upset?" You asked and V shook his head "it's not like I'd ever actually cheat on you, I wouldn't go that far" and your jaw actually dropped. "V I don't want you to go anywhere near! It's not good enough that you didn't go too far! I got at first it was exciting having pretty girls from big companies talking to you but how can you not see through it? It's been a year now and none of these people wanted you before you were big!". "But you did so I should be grateful to you?" V asked. "That's not what I'm saying I just...I can feel you pulling away V and if you want out just say so" you said.

That stuck with V and he immediately switched to comforting you, telling you there was no way he'd want that and he'd make you see that. You wanted to believe him but a few months later it started happening again. This time you didn't fight it. You let V break away from you and do his own thing and you ended it 3 months later. You think there was relief from both sides when you did.

It didn't take long for V to start using his newfound freedom and you mainly just tried not to watch but it was hard because now everyone was watching him and news travels fast. You heard how he was seeing a model and then an idol and then an actress and then two models at the same time and it continued. At the few after-parties you went to, V could usually be seen making out with some girl and then another one later in the night. You'd heard he'd jumped into booze, girls and drugs head first and honestly didn't know how much Big Hit was paying the newspapers to keep it quiet but it must be a lot.

Fast forward to 2 years later, BTS were the biggest band in the world and you were happy for V but didn't really think about him much. The V today was a different person from the one you knew who didn't exist anymore. So you didn't even think of them as the same person. It was almost as if V had retired or moved away and there was just this guy who looked and sounded like him but you knew it wasn't him. However there was one person in the world who was sure if anyone could get the old V back, it was you.

You woke up to hear your phone ringing at 4 am. You glared and then gasped as you saw who was ringing, it was V's mum. You'd always been close to V's family when you were dating, especially his mum and towards the end you talked to her more than V. When you told her you'd ended it she understood and said she knew he'd lose you if he wasn't careful. You hadn't spoken to her since apart from Christmas cards so immediately shot up worried this had to be some emergency.

"Y/n it's V! He's not answering his phone and he needs to be at the airport in 2 hours! The boys can't get through to him and they won't let them leave the airport. Y/n he's missed so much if he misses this trip he'll be disciplined or worse" she said near tears and you nodded letting her words sink into your sleepy brain. "Okay so V is late for a flight?" you asked "what time does he need to be there". You confirmed all the details with his mother and then nodded "okay Mrs Kim don't worry I'll go get to him" you said without really thinking. You quickly pulled some clothes on as his mum sang your praises and thanked you a million times. You couldn't believe how quickly you'd offered yourself but for V's distressed mum you'd do anything you could. You promised to text her with updates and then closed your car door. You hadn't been to V's place in years and you hadn't ever planned on going back but here you were

You weren't even sure why V still lived here. Sure it was convenient but he could afford somewhere 5 times the price of this with all the fancy amenities but he'd stayed here for some reason. Maybe he was never here long enough to care about moving.

You walked up the stairs to his place and wondered if he still kept the spare key in the same place. You were kind of counting on it. You searched in his flower pot (which now had a fair few cigarette buds in which was a lovely touch) for the fake rock he'd bought. You found it and pulled it apart to reveal the key. Well some things hadn't changed. You took small comfort in that and opened the door.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of alcohol. It stank and was stale, as if the smell had been there a while. The apartment had changed a lot since you'd been here. Pretty much all the furniture was different and you could see the jump in V's fortune. You didn't like it though. It looked like someone else had decorated as none of this was V's style and it was all too tacky and showy. Then you reminded yourself that the V you knew was gone and this was probably the new V's taste which made you scrunch your nose in distaste.

You made your way further into the living and saw the coffee table was covered in a mix of alcohol bottles and some substances. You tried not to look too closely at everything and hurried through the living room trying to get past the smell and called out for V. You still remembered where the bedroom was and knocked but got no response. So you threw open the door.

V was in bed but you couldn't see him clearly because of the other girls in his bed. Two, one on either side. They were all naked and you assumed V was the lump in the middle. "V get up!" you yelled and knocked loudly on the door. The people in the bed jumped and began to stir. They all made a noise as you yanked the blinds up. V sat up and you realised you'd missed another girl who had been entwined with him. 3 girls and counting you thought, expecting another one to pop out from under the bed.

"Y/n?" V asked confused and you nodded "get up, you're late". "No I'm not I've got until...shit" he said seeing the clock. You nodded "yeah so get up!". "But why did they send you?" V asked and you shook your head "that's not important. What is, is that you've got a plane you can't miss so get up and get dressed. Ladies please gather your things and leave. I will order you a taxi to take you home". The girls did as you said, clearly thinking you worked for V or something and filed out. "You've got 10 minutes to get in the car or I'm leaving without you" you said and walked from the room. You made sure the girls got in their taxi and then went to grab V's suitcase, which was by the door, to find it empty.

You groaned, so annoyed he hadn't even packed and shoved open his bedroom door again to see V had left his bed but hadn't found his clothes. He wasn't shy and turned to face you, without a care in the world and actually smiled. He leaned on his wardrobe slightly "Y/n if you wanted a go all you had to do was ask" he said. You rolled your eyes "been there done that, I'm here because you haven't packed anything" and you walked past him and put the suitcase down on the bed. You turned around to see V standing right behind you, still naked and jumped. You hesitated for a second before your resolve came back. "Why don't you go clean up while I pack, you smell like a nightclub. Where's your passport?". "They have it" he said and you nodded "go wash up" and turned away. "Whatever you say Y/n" V said passing very close to you and he left the room. His words were incredibly sexually charged and you figured he must still be drunk. You could feel his eyes on you as he left the room but refused to turn and look at him.

You grabbed a bunch of clothes, shoes and underwear and shoved them in the suitcase. Then you grabbed his chargers and added them. You knew he'd need his skincare but he was in the bathroom with it and you didn't want to give him any more misguided ideas. You sealed the case and knocked on the bathroom door "5 minutes V, I'll be in the car" and waited.

4 minutes later V appeared, hair still dripping, looking like he'd been in a hurricane but dressed and ready. When he got in you told him to text RM you were on your way and ask where he should go. "Done, so now are you going to tell me why they sent you?" V asked "was it the boys' great idea or management?". "Neither, your mum called me in floods of tears because she thought you were going to be fired". "My mum?" he asked and you nodded "I never deleted her number and I guess she never deleted mine". "Did you delete my number?" V asked and you chose not to reply, putting the radio on instead and V let it drop.

You reached the airport 20 minutes later and V undid his seatbelt. "Thank you Y/n for doing this for me". "I didn't do this for you I did it for your mum" you said but you knew that was only half true. "Well thanks for caring for her, I would like to say I kept the same links with your family but that was never possible huh?". You couldn't believe he was bringing this up now and actually laughed "really? Still not over that?". "I don't think I'm unreasonable for still being upset your parents don't know who I am". "You want them to know who you are? Are you sure about that?" you asked "do you really think they'd be your biggest fan after everything that happened?". V looked down because you got him there and he sighed "sorry I'm still hungover, forget I said anything. Thanks for coming out of your way, I'll call my mum before we take off". You nodded and pressed the button to open the boot "I obviously can't come in with you" and V nodded "thanks again" and stepped out of the car. You didn't wave or anything but when you got far enough away that he couldn't see it...you looked back and saw V disappear inside.

You checked the headlines the next day to make sure V made the flight but other than that you went back to your life, V fading out of it. You didn't even tell your members where you'd been. You didn't know if they'd be upset at you for helping V or get hopeful this could mean something more. Yuqi was firmly of the opinion he didn't deserve anything from you but you knew Shuhua and Seoyeon still held out hope for you two despite everything. They thought V would give up his new lifestyle to be back with you but he couldn't give it up to keep you when he first got it so why would years later be any different?

Then a few weeks later you got some flowers delivered to your building. It was a huge extravagant bouquet that must've been really expensive. You guessed who sent it but sure enough, there was a card with one letter on it. "V". "Who sent them?" Minnie asked and you crumpled the card behind your back "oh just that brand I did that photoshoot with". "Awww that's so sweet!" Soojin said "mine never do that" and you just shrugged but one thing stood out to you. V still remembered what flowers you liked and had the bouquet made custom because they were all there. You remembered just how good a boyfriend V could be when he tried but that was the thing...it was all dependent on him giving a crap.

Some small part of you thought there might be more to this. That V might reach out to you again or this would be a wake-up call to him but no. The girls were always honest with you with any rumours and so a week later Miyeon admitted V had been kicked out of a club for having sex with a woman in the toilets. He'd apparently laughed it off, talked his way back inside and then left with a different girl. You scolded yourself for ever thinking he could change.

So when your friend Kai's birthday rolled around you were feeling a little restless. You wanted to banish any thoughts of V from your head and when you explained the whole thing to Kai he got an idea. He was friends with Jimin who had asked if he could bring Junkook and V with him. Kai checked you were okay with it and then told him yes...but that was months ago and now Kai had his own agenda because he'd heard V had been seen with his ex. "Now I know this is petty but what would you say if I suggested we do something to show V and my ex they're not the only hot idols living their best life?". You smiled "what do you have planned?".

Kai's party was huge because he was Exo's Kai and everyone loved him. So many idols showed up and he rented a mansion which only just fit them in. His party had everything from huge ice sculptures, to trapeze artists and fire breathers (not near one another of course) and the most amazing food in the world. But Kai had purposefully set up a stage overlooking the dance floor outside and about 2 hours in he made his entrance...with you by side.

Kai was the king of dance and so to kick off his birthday he did a dance with you but not any dance, it was sexy even for Kai's standards and you loved it! You adored the sexy concepts and Kai was the dream partner. Kai had choreographed this himself and you were so proud of your best friend so threw yourself into the moves...literally! Kai caught you in his arms and ran his hands down your body as you clung onto him with your legs tight around his waist. Then the next second he flipped you over and you sprang onto your feet beside him. You'd both practised very hard for this (more than you'd care to admit) but this was so much fun! Kai had been through a lot lately and wasn't sure if his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him with V so to see him so happy warmed your heart. You did everything you could to make Kai seem as sexy and amazing as possible and it wasn't hard.

You and Kai had warned your members that you'd be doing this dance but they still cheered and acted like it was the first hearing about it and to be fair their surprise was genuine. The girls hadn't seen you be this carefree and sexy since you broke up with V and they loved it. The Exo members saw Kai was in his element and screamed for him as loud as any EXO-L.

The dance finished with you and Kai pressed together, faces inches apart and the room erupted. You were pretty sure you could hear each of your members individually screaming in the roar and Kai recognised Suho's scream anywhere. Kai was so excited and had a beautiful smile on his face as he pulled you towards him and looked at the crowd. "Fuck him Y/n you're gorgeous" he said and your eyes found V in the audience. You moved them off him immediately and back to Kai "and so are you, she doesn't know what she's missing" and Kai smiled "and this is why you're my best friend, let's get down there!" and you agreed and took his hand descending down the staircase together for the night of your lives.

The party went on until the early hours of the morning and Kai only finally went to bed at 7 am. You set him up in one of the bedrooms upstairs and decided to do a sweep of the house before also going to sleep. You were in the garden wondering if to leave Sehun asleep in the bushes when you felt someone behind you.

You turned to see Jimin who smiled awkwardly. V had left ages ago, not long after your dance actually, but Jimin and Jungkook had stayed late. "Hey" Jimin said "I left my phone here accidentally and was naively thinking it might still be here. Have you seen one?". "Grey/black swirl phone case?" and Jimin's eyes lit up "you've seen it?". You smiled "I found it last night and put it somewhere safe" you said directing him to the kitchen. You opened the oven and saw Jimin's jaw drop. "Hey this is a fake house and nobody was going to start cooking so it was safe I promise". Jimin clutched his phone tightly but nodded" thanks Y/n" and you nodded to him "no problem".

An awkward silence settled and you had no idea what to say to him. The elephant in the room was V but how could either of you bring that up naturally? "Congratulations on the Grammys" you said and Jimin looked back up from the floor "thank you, it was surreal but so fun". You smiled "you deserve it, we were all cheering you on". "Thanks Y/n" Jimin said "I'm glad you're happy" he said when you frowned he gestured upstairs "with Kai?" he half asked. You didn't want to tell him it had all been a ploy to make his friend jealous but also didn't want to lie and say it was true so you just looked down nodding. "Thanks...I should probably actually go see if he needs any help with anything" you said and Jimin nodded "of course thanks Y/n and with a bow, he left.

One thing was for sure, the party and your plan was a raging success. You were sure you'd never hear from V again...but you did.

This will be a four-part series and I will post the new parts at the top of this page when they are up!

I hope this goes without saying but this is all fictional!!!! I am not saying V does any of these things and took creative liberty. This is all made up and I am not trying to imply anything. So...if you want a fun fake kpop story with the very hot Taehyung then stick around.

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[jellys-compendium]

V - NSFW Alphabet

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Cw: smut, sexual objectification, restraints, toys, and other things that come with the NSFW alphabet. A/n: The NSFW alphabet for V has arrived woooo! I had a blast writing these. To me, V isn't your typical sex god that we tend to see a lot in erotic writings. It was very refreshing and a treat for me to write about a character that doesn't exactly fit into the whole "plows you into the mattress for 5 hours" trope.

V - SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

V is quite cuddly after sex and he is attentive with his aftercare. He will bring you whatever you need without complaint, whether it be a glass of water, a snack, some more blankets, or a towel to clean up. That man is at your beck and call.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

V's favorite body part on both you and him is your hands. For him, he likes his hands because they can be used to bring you pleasure--to caress you gently or to plunge into your swollen and slippery pussy, angling his lithe and talented fingers just right to bring you orgasm after orgasm. As for you, V loves your hands because of you use them for such beautiful things. To sign language, create art, and hold him. But V's absolute favorite thing about your hands is how they claw into his back whenever he's inside you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves the sight of his cum decorating your skin. While V loves to come inside you, he also cannot deny that rush of pleasure that courses through him when he sees his cum dripping down your folds, painting your stomach and thighs, glistening on your flushed cheeks and pouty lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh to be tied up and at your mercy. The desire of being roped and gagged by you, laid down on the bed and at your utter mercy as he encourages you with his gaze to straddle his hips and use his cock to your hearts content. V has a bit of a fetish for being used by you. He wants you to take your pleasure from him, to use his body to make yourself feel good, while he sits back and watches.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V is not very experienced when it comes to sex. But his eagerness to please you more than makes up for it. He's receptive to your guidance and a quick learner. It's actually crazy how fast he learned and mapped the sensitive parts of your body. How to quickly he figured out how to make you writhe and arch and cry out his name as you squirt all over the bedsheets.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. V's a romantic, and he loves looking in your eyes whenever the two of you are making love. Being able to also feel your arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer as he sinks his cock all the way inside you? Heaven.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As I mentioned in the SFW alphabet, V has a bit of a dorky sense of humor. It wouldn't surprise me if he threw in a little joke or a teasing remark in during sex. V loves not only the sound of your moans and cries, but also the beautiful sound of your laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

V maintains himself down there, although he doesn't have a lot of hair to begin with so he doesn't need to shave. Just a slight trim to keep things neat and he's good to go.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This man is a hopeless romantic. Oh boy, let me count the ways in which this man shows his affections for you during the act. Spoiling you from head to toe with adoring kisses, fingers painting the shape of your body as they worship each groove, curve, and imperfection--the whisper quiet praise that falls from his lips. To V you are the most precious thing in his life, and he needs you to understand that fact to the very depths of your soul.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

V's not really in the habit of jacking off. He much prefers to come to you whenever he's in the mood. However, that being said, should you and V be separated for a time he does get pent up, and he has to find a little private moment to himself. He's usually quick about it, fisting his dick in a tight grip, groaning as he imagines you bouncing on it--your tight pussy milking him so sweetly as you come.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I mentioned before, V's got a bit of a sexual objectification kink. He loves you and trusts you and wants you to use his body to satisfy your own desires. Whether that be his cock, his fingers, or his face, V is sooo ready to give you free reign. Outside of the sexual objectification kink though, V also has a bit of a hand kink. Even the most fleeting of thoughts of your pretty little fingers wrapping around his cock makes his breath draw short.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

V prefers privacy so that he can more leisurely make love to you. He wants to savour you, and quickies in an alley or in the DMC van (while enjoyable) isn't his preferred way to have you. V would much prefer to have you naked, spread and waiting for him in the comfort of your shared bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sight of your naked body is the quickest and more sure fire way to turn V on. But you can also get V going with a sultry glance, a suggestive smile, gliding your hand along the expanse of his tattooed skin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

V is not interested in bringing you pain. While he realizes that for some, pain can be just as intoxicating and welcomes as pleasure, he cannot bear the thought of hurting you. To V, your body is a temple for his reverence and worship--never to be marred by a violent or cruel hand.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

V is undoubtedly a giver. That man could spend hours between your thighs, dining on the sweetness of your arousal if you let him. When it comes to skill, V wasn't particularly skilled at going down on you at first. But with a little gentle instruction, V now makes your legs tremble and give out with only a few swipes of his talented tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual for the most part. V can go faster and treat you a little roughly if you would like, but he much prefers to slowly have you come apart his arms. Turning you to putty in his hands as he slowly and masterfully guides you towards that exquisite release.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan of quickies, but you won't ever see V saying "no" at any opportunity to feel your sweet and tender skin against his own. To bask in how your body arches and then softens against his own.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

V is open minded, and he does like to explore with you in the bedroom. He's always interested in trying different positions or indulge you with different kinks and scenarios. When it comes to risks, V isn't that interested in semi-public or public sex or with being caught. He feels that your intimate moments between the two of you should stay private.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

V's stamina is below average I would say. He's usually spent after one round. Given how his body loses its strength more and more with each passing day, it's really no surprise. But you are unbothered by it and V's lack of stamina certainly doesn't stop him from letting you leave the bed unsatisfied. Just because V's too exhausted for one more round, doesn't mean he can't make you come in other ways. On his fingers, using his mouth, or even toys. Speaking of which...

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

V loves to use toys on you. He's always eager to learn about new ways that he can make you come. Bullet vibes, anal plugs, and dildos are some of his favorite toys to pleasure you with. V's favorite though? Using multiple on you at once while also satisfying you with his cock. A plug lovingly nestled in your ass, coupled with a vibe massaging your clit and this throbbing length stuffing your pussy full? Nevermind that V isn't one for multiple rounds, you'll be exhausted after just one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V is certainly a tease, but he's not one to leave you hanging. He's more of a flirtatious tease when it comes to foreplay and the build up to sex. Once he's inside you though, it's becomes all about making you feel good however quickly or slowly you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's relatively quiet, but V makes the sweetest and most adorable little sounds whenever he's feeling good. The airy moans and soft sighs that tumble from his lips are like music to your ears, and you're always thirsty for more. V's a little embarrassed about the sounds that he makes though, so it's really only in the throes of passion that you hear them the most.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

V's quite sensitive and sometimes he has a habit of coming a little too early (especially if it's been a while since the two of you have made love). The two of you usually just laugh it off though, teasing one another with light hearted quips as V works his fingers into you to finish the job.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

V's dick is average sized, and it's one of the prettiest dicks you've ever seen. A soft pink head, coupled with his smooth shaft and an adorable little mole that decorates the underside of it. V is certainly pleasant to look at and play with.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive ranges from standard to low depending on how his body is holding up. While V enjoys sex greatly, to him it's one of the many ways in which he can show his affection towards you. Cuddling with you under the covers, opening his heart up to you with hushed whispers in the dead of night--all of these are ways in which V reveals his yearning for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

V doesn't tend to fall asleep right away after sex. Usually you're the first one that slumber takes, leaving V a quiet opportunity to trace your body with his hands. Admiring the work of art that is you.

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How about wdyd tae teaches yn how to kiss,since she sucks at it🤷‍♀️

yes!!! wdyd tae will not hesitate at that request. >;)

maybe it's because taehyung still makes you nervous, but you've never really understood how to properly kiss him.

in the spacious, warm bathroom, taehyung gently collects your hair to put it into a high ponytail. "wanna go for drinks tonight?"

"sure."

it had been quite a quiet day for the bar, just you, tae, and a few friends. everyone decided that they had enough fun after a good 2 hours. you and taehyung walked side-by-side behind your friends, your right hand wrapped in his left, tucked in his coat pocket. you use your free hand to pat him on the shoulder. he lowered his head so his ear was up to your mouth level.

you, a little lightheaded from the drinks.

"you wanna teach me how to kiss?"

taehyung pauses for approximately 3 seconds, then nods.

your friends ask you two which way you two are going when coming across the intersection. "subway." he says, the cold night air blows from your back, making you shiver slightly.

after everyone has parted their ways, you stop in your tracks, causing taehyung to face you. "there are no subways at this time." you state, as if it is the most obvious fact. the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

"i know."

and there you two stood outside of the subway station.

"closer" "kiss me" "open your mouth." "tongue."

taehyug's mouth interlocked with yours, you feel your body shiver and go limp when his mouth sucks on your bottom lip before letting go. the hands around your waist tighten when his mouth finds your neck and your collarbones.

the street was empty around this time. the tip of his tongue enters your mouth once again. lips and tongue, almost fighting.

your arms wrap themselves around his neck, you two now looking at each other, the alcohol has faded now. just you and him.

"why are you looking at me." he raises an eyebrow when he realises you're staring at his lips again.

"cause i like you."

"so you like me now?"

"hm...just a tad bit though."

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Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V x Reader (reader is gender neutral but there are some comments that may seem to veer one way or the other)

This is a weirdly specific idea but it came to mind while trying to calm myself down from an emotional dysregulated episode. I’ve never gotten violent with people but I have trashed some things in my blind panic and rage, so the physical attacking aspect might not be too realistic. I tried.

Disclaimer: This story shouldn’t be taken as a serious representation of mental troubles or as a guide on how to deal with someone who is having an episode.

Trigger Warnings: Forceful confinement. Attacking others and (in one case) being attacked. Mentions of wanting to hurt others and yourself.

Dante

“Welcome home.” Dante greeted, fully expecting the glare you shot him considering he could hear your stomping and cursing from across the street.

Something on your mission had clearly ticked you off and Dante intended to stay out of it.

However, things change when he gets up from his desk and starts towards your shared bedroom, hoping to take refuge there while the storm passed.

You start accusing him of abandoning you and not caring about you.

“Hey now, you know that’s not what this is about.” He keeps up his joking tone, hiding the honest offense he took at your claims.

He knows that once this episode passes, you’ll apologize and tell him not to take the things you say in this state seriously.

But he also knew that right now, in this manic state, you do believe everything you're saying. He has seen it and, once upon a time, felt it himself, the overwhelming feeling that the world and every creature in it are against you.

So he stayed, still intending to let you thrash around to your heart’s content. That is until you yank a Devil Arm from the wall.

“Whoa there cowboy, no need for that.” Even in the hands of someone who couldn’t call upon the demonic power within it, a Devil Arm could still cause some serious damage. Dante may be able to handle quite a bit of abuse and any furniture crushed in your rampage could be replaced, but god forbid you hurt yourself.

He grabs hold of the hand guard and tries to pluck it from your grip but you hang on like your life depended on it, screaming, pulling, swearing, kicking, and clawing at Dante in an attempt to make him let go.

His quips and prods come naturally. He teasingly says things like “Feeling feisty today aren’t we kitten?” and “I didn’t know my sweet little kitten had claws” as the only damage you are able to do to him is giving him a few nicks with a jagged nail you had broken in your rage.

Eventually, he lifts the Devil Arm up and out of your reach.

Instead of hanging there you give up on that one. You let go and make a dash for another weapon lodged in the shop’s walls.

“Alright, playtimes over.” Dante drops the Devil Arm he had confiscated on his desk and wraps his thick, strong arms around your waist, pinning your arms down at your sides. “I’m gonna have to put you in time out.”

He lifts you off the ground with ease and carries you to the couch.

You can kick, scream, and struggle around all you want but there isn’t much you can do while in his lap, your back to him.

He holds you tight, only loosening his grip a bit if you start to wheeze, cough, hyperventilate, or any other action that suggested you weren’t getting enough air.

“That’s it kitten, let it all out.” He coos between your incoherent shouts.

When you aren’t thrashing your head around, he places gentle kisses along your shoulders and up the back of your neck.

As you settle, his iron grip transitions into soothing rubbing, messaging your arms and thighs.

When you finally relax into him and start muttering apologies for your actions and what you said his jokes soon come back in full force.

Not quite immediately though as he first assures you that “It’s alright, your fine. I’m not going anywhere.”

I briefly considered writing separate entries for different stages in Dante’s life, but I felt that the only thing that would really change was how moody he got in response. So instead, I made this general scenario and slipped in some angst. Also, I had no intention of having ‘kitten’ be your go-to nickname but the quips I came up with just fit the name so well so I kept using it ^^;.

Reboot Dante

Mocking each other, playfully arguing, and coming up with creative insults were just a part of your guys’ relationship. Being able to take smack talk and throw it right back was something Dante loved about you. And from your two’s bubbling anger came rougher kisses and better sex so it was usually a win-win.

This, along with having anger issues himself and being a generally confrontational guy, resulted in Dante not realizing that your mood was more severe than any other time you got pissy. If anything, he takes this opportunity to toy with you, having fun lighting your short fuse as you worked on a mission together.

“Aww, you didn’t get that? You know, I’d spell it out for you, but that’s assuming you know your ABC’s.”

“Oh ya, you’re totally glowing babe. But I think it’s from the radiation coming off your toxic ass.”

“You're worth every penny babe. That being said, let me show you to the discount section because I found a spot for you.”

It was all fun and games for Dante until you started making crazy claims with an all-too-serious voice.

You screamed about how much you hated the world, the people in it, and yourself. That was all relatively fine. He agreed with a lot of what you said about the assholes in the world, though not about yourself. But then you started hinting at wanting to hurt yourself.

He tells you to chill out in what may seem like his usually cocky tone but anyone who knew him well enough would have caught the twinge of uncertainty and fear that crept out.

Dante turns away from you, whips out a cigarette, and lights it. “Let’s just get this shit over with.”

Once the two of you were done with this mission and out of limbo then he could get you both something to drink to calm down. Or maybe he would hand you off to Kat.

Out of all the moments for Kat to split off to do something else, why did it have to be the time Dante needed her help the most?

He can hear you stomp after him screaming your lungs out but he isn’t in the mood to yell back anymore.

Dante keeps his glaring eyes straight ahead, his shoulders tense up, and the pinch hold on his cigarette grows stronger, denting the filter.

Then, everything escalates all too suddenly.

His shoulder is grabbed. He is spun around. His cigarette snaps and tumbles into his hand where it quickly burns a hole through his glove and skin. You’re screaming in his face, asking if this is what he wants. Theirs a gun between you two. Dante’s fight or flight reflexes kick in and his instincts choose what it always did.

He slams his clenched fist up into your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs. You drop your gun and crumble to the floor, hands wrapping around your stomach as your desperate attempts for air turn into violent coughing.

“Shit! Fuck! I’m sorry I-” Dante reaches down to you but when you, whether intentionally or not, jerk away from his shaking hand his heart drops into his churning stomach.

“Kaaaaat!” Dante turns and takes a few steps away from you. “Kat! Where the hell are you?”

“I’m here Dante.” Kat's white lucid form comes sprinting around a corner at the rare sound of panic in Dante’s voice. “What happened? Are you guys okay?” She quickly notices you curled up on the ground fighting for breath and rushes over.

“Get them out of limbo.” He orders, unable to look at your now crying face out of shame.

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay here and finish the mission. Just get them somewhere safe. Help them.” Because God knows Dante can’t. He’ll just fuck up more than he already has.

I believe that reboot Dante would, by far, be the worst at handling violent emotional breakdowns. This man can’t keep himself in check when walking down the street half the time. There is no way he can navigate someone else’s emotions. But now that he has you, Kat, and Vergil (people that he wants to protect and keep a positive relationship with) he is trying to reign in his anger around them. Bad habits die hard though. That was my thought process.

Reboot Vergil

It started with you and Vergil worrying over something having gone wrong on your recent mission. This includes your own failings, which he will point out and calmly instruct you on how you could have done better.

When he notices that you are getting far more riled up about this than usual his own negative comments lessen and eventually stop when you take on a doomful mindset.

At first, he stays calm, telling you that “things will be dealt with”, “everything would be fine”, and “no need to get so worked up”.

But as you kept yelling and start stomping around, he grows impatient, telling you to go cool off somewhere else as he tries to gently lead you out of the room.

Not taking this well you fight back, getting up in his face and screaming at him.

He doesn’t back down though, standing up straight and glaring down at you. He shouts your name at you like an angry parent trying to assert dominance and instill slight threat.

When you suddenly start physically attacking you catch him off guard and get a single good hit on him, a punch to the jaw. Any attempt after that though he easily blocks or evades single-handedly, his other hand holding his sore jaw.

He doesn’t try to grab or restrain you though, not until you turn your violence onto the objects around you two.

Ungodly amounts of irreplaceable documents were spread around the room. Terabytes of data on encrypted memory sticks. Stacks of incriminating papers. Ancient and fragile books. All were so easily destroyable and it was all the same to you in your blind rage.

So, begrudgingly, Vergil retrieves one of the pairs of handcuffs used by The Order from a draw and wrestles you into a sitting position. He cuffs your hands behind your back and around an unpowered radiator mounted to the wall.

As you thrash and scream Vergil tries to do something to distract himself, some work or making a drink. All the while one of his hands rubs his already-healed jaw as if it could soothe his non-physical pain.

Once your adrenalin runs dry and you are left sitting slack against the wall, Vergil approaches you. He goes down on one knee in front of you, making himself less threatening, though still above your slouched form.

“I’m going to take the cuff off now alright?” He doesn’t proceed until you respond with a quiet affirmation.

He unlatches each cuff separately, taking the time to gently slide each of your hands free, delicately holding your soar wrists which were red and limp from the struggle.

“Would you like something to drink?” He offers as he stands up, still gently holding your wrists, urging you to stand. When you don’t move, he places your hands on your lap.

“I’ll be right back.” He promises, stepping out of the room momentarily. He returns with a mug of water, an orange, and an ice pack.

He lays them in front of you like an offering to a goddess. He doesn’t ask for an explanation or an apology. He doesn’t ask you to leave nor does he leave you. He’ll let you reflect in silence for as long as you need while he works close by.

“If you want to talk, I’ll be here to listen, always.”

This is the first of the set I wrote (though not the first one I thought up) so it is a bit different from the others as I was still trying to settle on a style. He is also the only one in this group that would probably have actual restraining equipment on hand to use on you and would know how to do it. The order does some shady shit so you’re not the first person he has had to tie up. Though you are the only one to get such nice treatment after ;).

Nero

Despite the fact that Nero is guilty of violently lashing out at people and things, he is wholly unprepared for your breakdown.

To him, it started like any other argument you two had. Your voices grew louder, your brows knit together in glares, and baseless claims, threats, and swearing spilled from each of your mouths recklessly. Kyrie was fussing in the background, trying her best to calm the situation with her words.

But then you started to hit things. You punch a wall, breaking through the drywall and knocking things off it. You kicked at tables and shelves, rattling the things on them into falling over or to the floor.

“The hell is your problem?!” He more so accused than asked.

He doesn’t approach you though, yelling back at you from a distance as he felt his right arm flex as the adrenalin in his body was making his arm crave violence, but he wasn’t going to lay a hand on you.

That was his intention, but then you started throwing things. In your blind rage you were just flinging things around randomly, but then you threw a cup in Nero’s direction.

He easily doges with a lean and it sores past him. It shatters against the wall… right beside Kyrie.

She lets out a surprised shriek, jumping back as the broken shards graze her dress though do not cause any damage.

Nero snaps, his protective brother instincts kicking in as he storms over to you.

“Nero, wait.” Kyrie pleads, reaching for his arm but he brushes it away.

“Stay back Kyrie, I’ve got this.” Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do but he had to stop you.

“Please don’t hurt them.” Kyrie cries though she heeds Nero’s demand and backs out of the room, knowing that she would just be in the way.

Of course Nero wasn’t going to hurt you. He could never. And that’s the problem. He doesn’t know how to stop someone’s violence without resorting to it himself.

As he watches you scream and throw things, which he makes sure to catch and drop on the floor, while also crying and shaking he is reminded of an angry and frightened child lashing out. You remind Nero of his childhood self.

As a child… what did people do to stop him?

A distant memory of himself and Credo flashes in Nero’s mind.

Now within arms reach you take a wild swing at him. Nero uses your momentum against you, spinning around you and pushing you forward while tripping you so you fall to the wood floor.

You hear the stomp of boots on either side of you. As you prepare to lift up onto your hands and knees, a massive weight lands on your lower back, forcing you back down.

Nero was sitting on you, pinning you to the ground.

Though not totally understanding what had you acting like this, Nero could tell that you weren’t in your right mind and you weren’t able to communicate coherently until you calmed down. So he kept you under control until you two were able to work things out together.

Though he is unable to use his legs, as they were straddling your hips, his hands are free. He doesn’t want to use them though, worrying about hurting you with his overpowered right arm. However, he will stop you from hurting yourself by tossing any sharp object out of your reach and holding your head steady if you start slamming it against the floor.

He also responds to a lot of your accusations once realizing that many of them were, whether directly or indirectly, self-deprecating.

“Broken? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re not a failure.”

“You just need to calm down, you’re fine.”

“Of course I love you.”

Like Reboot Dante, Nero has an attitude problem and is prone to starting/egging people into fights. However, Nero has enough self-control to not hit things he knows he shouldn’t. Like, no matter how pissed off he got at Kyrie (unlikely considering she is a saint) he would NEVER lay a hand on her. I wanted to implant that feeling here.

His solution to this is childish (fun fact I got this idea from a past experience where a family member did this to child me when I was having a tantrum) but he grew up having his anger funneled into combat training for The Order of the Sword so he doesn’t really have many experiences dealing with anger any other way.

V

You leave a scratch on the side of Nico’s van by how forcefully you slammed the door open.

“So you’re gonna bust up my van now dickhead?” She screamed, trying to follow you to continue your guys’ argument but Nero wrapped her in a Nelson hold to stop her before she started a fistfight she wouldn’t win. “How about you shove a tampon in before coming back!”

As Nico thrashed, shouting stranger and stranger insults, and Nero attempted to get her to chill out, V silently slid out of the van.

He had stayed silent through the argument, observing the situation unfold but not feeling the need or right to intervene. This decision had been solidified when Nero tried to interject and had only made things worse.

His lack of action, however, did not equate to a lack of concern for your well-being.

“Are they done yet?” Griffon said wearily as he was summoned, having evaporated to safety the moment his mocking comments had gotten him grabbed by the leg and tossed into the front windshield of the van.

In his defense, according to himself, that attack wouldn’t have worked on him if his master didn’t ban him from hurting you.

“Scout ahead for demons,” V instructed while calling Shadow out from the floor. His eyes stayed glued to your form as you stomped down a dirt path leading away from the city and into a lightly forested area. Though with it being the fall season many of the trees were close to bald of any foliage. “and lead them away from any danger.” V added with a stroke to the top of Shadow’s head.

Shadow darted back into the ground and slid after you.

“Alright lover boy,” Griffon took off from V’s outstretched arm. “but I’m gonna keep high. I don’t feel like becoming Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Oh,” V called Griffon’s attention again who had already risen higher than the sparse trees. “and keep an eye out for anything… derelict.”

“Oh-ho! Now we’re talking.”

And so, you were tracked and led through the woods. Griffon zoomed around overhead, signaling to Shadow whenever your path would lead to a pack of demons while looking for an abandoned structure you could ‘play’ with. Shadow didn’t so much push you into any direction, but more so shepherd you through acts like blocking your current path and making attention-grabbing sounds and/or movements along safer roads. And V studied you from a distance, keeping you in earshot while casually avoiding your line of sight.

Though he was following you out of a desire to watch over you while allowing you the space to vent your frustrations, he also found a sort of fascination in your outrage.

The lover of art in him was attracted to pure, intense, unfiltered emotions. As if he was watching an interpretive dance or a slam poetry performance, V studied your movements, your posture, the words you spoke and how you said them, trying to decipher them to understand the underlying feelings from which they originated from.

By the time you finished tearing apart the remains of what was once a cabin, he had a firm grasp on what had truly set your heart ablaze.

He doesn’t approach you until you slump to the floor in exhaustion. Your head lolls back as your tired muscles surrender to your weight. You start to fall back but are quickly caught by V’s arm sliding around your shoulders and supporting your neck.

He flouts down to one knee as he lowers you onto the awaiting Shadow, the feline’s warmth and silky coat cradling around you as your new support in this almost laying position.

As your body and consciousness fight over whether or not to sleep here and now, you feel a soothing warmth glide up your cheek.

“Rest now love.” V’s fingers glide up the side of your face and into your hair. He could discuss his theories on what feelings deep in your heart had caused you this pain after you had recovered your strength, even if that meant sleeping under the fall sunset somewhere deep in the woods. “I’ll be here to watch over you.”

This was the last one I wrote since I am still getting a grasp on V’s, and his familiar’s, mannerisms. I think I did okay. This one ended up the longest and I blame this on integrating Griffon and Shadow, which I also think I did okay writing.

Also, I debated whether to have Griffon present as you fell asleep, maybe cuddling up on you for warmth, but I feel like he would talk your ear off and not let you rest so I left him out.

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Ask > Do You Like What You See

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: PG Summary: It's another game of tug o' war with the one who dubs you his favorite stylist. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: Language

Happy birthday, TaeTae!

It’d gotten so bad that Taehyung stopped trying to hide. Everyone knew he was into you and he, being the charming sweet talker that he is, got them all to overlook his indiscreet behavior.

Case in point:

“Taehyung, be still.” You frowned, reaching for the makeup remover.

“I can’t help it.” His smirk made it clear that he could, in fact, help it. “You give me goosebumps.”

It was the timbre of his voice coupled with the smolder in his eyes that made it hard to focus at times. And he knew it. Used it like a fucking crutch.

“I’m barely touching you!” You hissed, dabbing at the smudged eyeliner.

“I know but it tickles.” He pouted. You’d never know he was a grown ass man if you didn’t look at him. “You’re just teasing me.”

It was bait. If you told him you weren’t trying to tease him, he’d tell you he wouldn’t mind if you chose to because he “likes that.” If you ignored him, he’d say you were admitting guilt.

“I can get someone else to finish your styling then.” You curtly recapped the pen. You turned to put it down but his large hands caught your wrists.

“Hey, don’t do that. You have no idea how much trouble it is to get into your chair.” His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips. “I’ll be still for you.”

“Please and thank you.” You forced a professional smile before picking up a brush. “I’m almost done.”

True to his word, he behaved long enough for you to finish with the eyeliner. The dressing room had quieted down as some of the staff left having finished their tasks. Having a cooperative client to work with will do that for you.

Taehyung’s eyes cased the room and a small smirk returned to his stupid beautiful face. “Ooh. We’re almost alone.”

“Yeah, so?”

He beckoned you closer with a finger. You found yourself leaning closer as if he had you attached to puppet strings. “Hey, tell me something: do you like what you see?”

You nearly snorted as you pulled away. “When it comes to you, who doesn’t?”

He scoffed. “That doesn’t tell me anything. I want to know about you and your preference.”

You picked up concealer and a brush. “It doesn’t matter.” You filled the brush with a bit of cream and started dabbing it around his mouth.

“Yes, it does.” He spoke firmly yet with a slight whine. “I can’t take you out if you’re not into me.”

You had to look away and cover your mouth. Once you were sure you wouldn’t laugh, you turned back to him. “No dating coworkers.”

“Meh.” He made a face. “That’s more of a warning than a rule. PD-nim said so.”

“Really. That’s the first time I heard it.”

He sighed and caught your wrists in his hands. “Please.” He looked you in the eyes, face completely serious for once. “You know I’m very much into you. Be kind to me. Throw me a bone here. Or at least put me out of my misery.”

Ugh. The puppy eyes.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, aware that your stupid cheeks were betraying you. He didn’t tease you about it, instead keeping quiet as he brushed his thumbs over the pulse points of your wrists. “You’re…cute.”

He frowned. “That’s it?”

“I mean, if we didn’t work together, I’d consider going on a date or two.” You shrugged and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let go. “Tae—”

“You can’t say something like that and not expect me to beg!” He turned up the charm, eyes wide and sparkly as he pouted. “Please? Let me take you out. I swear you’ll like it. I can be good.”

“You sound more like a puppy than a grown ass man.”

“Yeah, because I’m trying to be your grown ass man.” He pulled you close enough to kiss. “What do you say?”

#kpop + sims #sims interactions #bts fluff #v fluff #taehyung fluff #bts drabbles #v drabble #taehyung drabble #v x reader #v x you #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader

[devilmayfamily]

Here's something sorta suggestive: Dante, Vergil , V react to their SO greeting them wearing their coats and nothing else 😏 😉

Special Welcome Home

Dante is absolutely awestruck for a moment upon seeing you when he enters.

You'd told him you'd have a surprise for him when he got home from this mission but this was not what he was expecting; you standing at the door, nothing on but one of his old coats.

Mans quickly enters the house and closes the door.

He has to take a moment to take in the sight before him, which worries you only a little bit due to his unresponsiveness.

"Babe? You ok?" you ask.

"Oh, I'm more than ok," he responds.

If he has the patience, mans picks you up and carries you away from the living room. If not, which he probably doesn't, he immediately backs you up against a wall or until you fall onto the sofa and cages you in.

"I could get used to coming home seeing you like this," he says, hand running down your side from shoulder to thigh.

"I can't spoil you all the time," you reply.

"You spoil me enough by being in my life," he replies, bringing you in for a kiss.

You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him in more to deepen the kiss.

"So what are you going to do now with your little surprise?" you ask, pulling away from the kiss for a second.

"I think I have an idea we will both like"

~

Vergil is a little grumbly from having to look for hours for his coat before going on a mission with his son, just for him not to find it. It's not until he gets home that he understands why he could never find the old thing.

He finds you laying on the couch reading, his coat covering you like a blanket, upon walking in. He raises an eyebrow, taking in the scene before him while softly shutting the door behind him.

Hearing the click of the door makes you look up at him, a smile spreading across your face.

"Welcome home love," you say.

He doesn't move for a moment before slowly walking over to you. You sit up with a smile on your face as he gets closer, clutching the coat to cover you.

"Have a good day at work?" you ask.

How were you being so calm about this, Vergil wondered? It was like you were comfortable in the fact that underneath his coat you lay bare to the half-demon.

However, maybe that's exactly why you were so calm.

"I'll be honest, I was quite upset going into work today," Vergil finally says.

"Oh? How come?" you ask.

Vergil smirks, leaning down to cage you in between him and the sofa.

"Why don't I show you why?"

~

V doesn't see you at first. You'd hidden yourself in the small library you'd built for the two of you, giggling to yourself as you heard the male call out for you.

Once he finally makes it up to where you are, he doesn't notice at first that you are covered by just a coat. His coat. One of his few backups.

He begins to walk up to you to give you a kiss when he finally notices. That's not a blanket covering you, that's his coat.

"What's wrong babe?" you ask.

"I realize you are not using a blanket," he replies.

You look down at his coat and smile. "No, I found something much better," you reply.

V slowly approaches, carefully taking in the sight in front of him. He uses his cane to lift your chin, making you look up at him.

"Something tells me I need to remind you about stealing," V says, his voice deepening a little.

"I didn't steal," you reply.

"And now we're lying."

You face flushes, heat spreading from your cheeks down your neck.

"Will you behave?" V asks.

You nod. "Yes, sir."

V smiles. "Don't worry love, you know I'll be gentle."

#devil may cry 5 #dmc5 #dmc #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc5 v #dmc dante #devil may cry dante #devil may cry 5 dante #dante x reader #dante x you #dmc5 vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil #vergil x y/n #v sparda #v x reader #v x you

[whyse7vn]

KIM TAEHYUNG

RANDOM 01:

!gc taehyung who is actually a sick little loser who does not know how to genuinely talk to women at all !! like no joke had like 1 genuine girlfriend he thought he was in love with when he was 18 but she broke up with him 3 months later

!gc taehyung whose only real girl LARGE SPACE friend is you

!gc taehyung who openly and horribly flirts with you finding comfort knowing you can’t actually leave him because you work together (kinda sick of you ask me)

!gc taehyung who DID fly all the way to paris for jennie only to be told “this isn’t working out” “you’re just not what i thought you’d be”

!gc taehyung who told himself he wasn’t upset about being broken up with

!gc taehyung who never told anyone about his short lived relationship with jennie and profusely denies it any time it’s brought up

!gc taehyung who despite being broken up with for many months now thinks about the phrase “you’re just not what i thought you’d be” everyday

!gc taehyung who realises when it comes to you everything comes naturally whether it’s flirting talking eating or just being him it is always easier with you

!gc taehyung who doesn’t seem to realise his normal “harmless” flirtatious remarks towards you hold some extra weight to them these days

!gc taehyung who after a unbelievable miracle a free weekend one night with you namjoon and like 6 bottles of soju managed to get you into his bed

!gc taehyung who is genuinely so sacred about where you and him stand now you’re dating jaehyun

!gc taehyung the most bullied man in the gc (justice for him)

!gc taehyung who took the furry bit waaayyyyy too far and now genuinely likes being called a good boy

!gc taehyung who is NOT actually going broke but simply looses his card way more than he would like to admit

!gc taehyung who finds it hard making new friends

!gc taehyung who counts his lucky starts every night for that day with you and joon

!gc taehyung who is extremely surprised you tolerate him after all the crazy shit he’s said to you

!gc taehyung who is definitely NOT a bad influence on jungkook

!gc taehyung who can not physically go a day with out talking all of his members at least once

!gc taehyung who once literally SOBBED to you for hours about the bullying yeontan had received in the gc (he was extremely high) (and they weren’t even talking about yeontan he just saw the word rat and fell to his knees)

—

hiiii so this is a new concept i’m trying out idk if i like it yet but basically the whole idea of it is to give a bit more insight into every one in the gc and what’s going on??

i think in the future i want to add more structure into these like each post to have a theme maybe idk but i would like it to be less random

like maybe people can ask questions about a certain member and then i can put the answers here like this???

for example someone could ask oh how come jk lives with y/n? and then i’ll answer like this.

i feel like this allows more of a look at each member individually and explains why they act the way they act or why they might of done some of the things they’ve done

anyways lmk of you fucking with it or not or if you have anyways to help me improve this at all luv you all mwah mwah

tags: @piw6n @92jinnies @birdie-vhs @kooksmilitarywife @hob3loveofmylife @jujubiism @bloopkook @ratchetpizza1 @myntalks @arloo00 @watamotee33 @y2kcy3brz @taiwan0618 @indigobsessed @freyadanvers @gguksbeloved @raetf @bbsantc @winuvs @medicinemybish @bxnnyhime @leleluvsbts @baetukki @zyaaaszn @thelilbutifulthings @jazminethecreator @k4ngelz @jmnscutie

#bts crack #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts text #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung × reader #!gc taehyung #v x you #v x reader #gc offline #kim taehyung

[suvidrache]

Dancing with Demons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 107 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero.

Dante loves dancing!

He'd do just about any dance.

May not know all the steps to the tango, but he will learn for you.

Vergil doesn't really like dancing.

He would prefer to watch you.

He would only learn a dance if you taught him it.

V would prefer to slow dance.

Something that's nice and slow, and doesn't take too much energy.

Something that would last a lot longer.

Nero doesn't dance often.

He wouldn't break out and start dancing randomly like Dante.

He'd be okay dancing whenever you want him to.

He would either watch you dance or join you if you start randomly dancing.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

Tag list: @phantomheiko & @thevoidwriting / To join my tag list apply here!

#dante headcanons #dante imagine #dante x y/n #dante x reader #dante sparda imagine #nero x reader #nero sparda #nero devil may cry #nero x you #nero imagine #devil may cry v #dmc v imagines #dmc v x reader #v x reader #v x you #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x y/n #vergil x you #devil may cry vergil #dmc vergil x reader #dmc headcanons #dmc imagines #dmc x reader #dmc nero #dmc x you #dante x you #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda #vergil

[dollfacerecs]

— kim ⋆ tae ⋆ hyung

kth fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ tolerate it ; ♤ || series — by @archivedkookie

⇝ arranged marriage, cheater!taehyung // just the sadness of it all.. the way reader just wants to be loved and the way taehyung just wants to be left alone its so so sad. MANNN.

♢ pending…

#kim taehyung #taehyung #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x y/n #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung fic #kim taehyung fics #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung fic #bts taehyung #bts v #v x you #v x reader #bts fics #📁🍀.taehyungrec #clover recs #clover rec #minors dni #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #taehyung imagine

[actuallysaiyan]

Go With The Flow(Sparda men cum headcanons)

warnings: smut, creampies duhhh, slight breeding kink, mentions of cumming on someone, swearing, rough sex, male moaning, uhmmm smuttiness.

word count: 1.9k

pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader, Nero x Fem!Reader and V x Fem!Reader

a/n: shout out to @beneathstarryskies, who is amazing and always believes in me and helped beta read this.

He has a tendency to cum a LOT. It’s quite thick too. But only a few shots come out. Its thick consistency makes up for how little shots come out. It makes for such a high volume out of such a small amount that comes out at the moment.

His growls and dirty talk will quickly turn into whiny attempts at warning you that he’s about to cum. It just comes out as nonsense a lot of the time; he can hardly even think of the right things to say. When he finally cums, it’s a lot of swearing and cursing that falls from his lips.

His hips will stutter, but he fucks you through every wave of his orgasm. It just keeps going and going until he is completely spent. Then he tends to slump on top of you, praising you with sweet words. Dante gets very affectionate after sex, but mostly he gets a little sleepy.

Loud, animalistic grunts fall from Dante’s lips as he pounds into you recklessly. The sounds of your wet skin slapping together echo along with your cries of love. With your little body pressed against the mattress, your clit continues to rub against the soft sheets beneath you. You know this next orgasm will completely wreck you. You aren’t even really sure how you’ve managed to hold on this long. Dante had gotten home from such a long, hard job that when he finally got to kiss you, he knew he had to get you into bed as soon as he was able.

“Baby,” he finally mutters. His brain is so thick with the fog of lust. His balls are heavy and he knows he can’t even hold on for much longer. But he wants to cum with you. “Are you close?”

You whine out your response, “so fucking close.”

He smirks before pressing into you even deeper. It takes but a few more thrusts and you're falling off the edge. You cry out his name as your vision cuts to static. Every nerve in your body feels white hot with pleasure. You knew this last orgasm would ruin you, and you are right. Dante whines as your walls begin to clamp down on his cock, squeezing it until he’s seeing stars. Soft whimpers fall from his lips as his hips stutter. 

“Cumming! Fuck I’m cumming! Fuck fuck fuck!” His voice trembles as he fucks his thick cum deep into you. 

After a while, his high begins to subside and he’s feeling a little weak. Slowly, he stops his pace and just rests against you. He’s very careful not to put his whole weight on you. He kisses your shoulders and the back of your neck before pulling out of you and resting next to you. 

“I am one lucky devil.”

While his cum is thick, it’s a little more stringy and thinner than his twin. Vergil has a tendency to shoot a lot of it into you. Six to seven spurts per orgasm usually, which makes up for the lack of thickness in his cum. 

Vergil growls a lot when cumming, and it soon turns into desperate grunts as the pleasure takes hold of him. You may hear some possessiveness coming from him when he fills you up with his seed. 

His whole body tenses and he likes to hold you to his body as his orgasm washes over him. It makes him feel so connected to you as he relishes in all these overwhelming emotions and sensations. Once he’s come down from his high, Vergil likes to get you cleaned up as soon as possible. But sometimes this turns into another round, as Vergil has a weakness for seeing his cum drip out of you.

He’s been rutting into you for what seems like an eternity now. You’ve come undone for him countless times, and still it’ll never be enough. Every ounce of softness and love that comes out of you, it makes him feel so weak. But for once in his life, Vergil wants to feel weak. Especially if it means being weak for you. You make him feel safe in so many ways as well, making it so that the weakness he does experience doesn’t even matter when you are right there to protect him.

“Such a beautiful little mate,” Vergil breathes out before kissing you. “All for me.”

“All for you,” you manage to say. Your voice is so hoarse from screaming and crying out so much. But you’d never have it any other way.

“‘Want to fill you up. ‘Want you to carry my seed,” Vergil can hardly recognize his own voice saying these filthy things to you. But it feels good to say these things to you. Your reaction is always worth the small amount of embarrassment he feels.

You begin pleading and begging to be filled with his cum. He smirks and begins thrusting deeper into you. His balls are so heavy and he’s so close.

A loud growl rumbles from his chest as you feel the first shot of cum. Vergil grips onto your hips tighter than before, and he pulls you so close to his body. He tenses as these waves of pleasure wash over him, rendering him into a growling and grunting mess. You make him feel this way. You’re the one who makes him want to share all of this with. Finally, he’s panting as he comes down from his high.

“Look at that mess,” Vergil comments as he pulls out of you. His cock is already throbbing. It’s such a filthy sight. “Absolutely begging for another round, aren’t you, sparrow?”

Nero’s cum is thick and he shoots a lot of it. Seven to eight spurts per orgasm, and it fills you so much that most of it leaks out before he’s even done cumming. He just has a lot to give you and he will give it all to you. You can expect to be glazed any time he decides to make a mess on you.

Pitiful moans and whimpers fall from his lips as he cums hard. It’s loud and he swears and curses a lot. You can hear some possessiveness in his voice as he mutters things about you and your sweet little pussy. Nero might even bite down on your pretty skin and leave marks as well as he tumbles over the edge.

He shudders as he is overtaken by the divine pleasure that washes over the both of you. Your little walls will be milking his cock, and he just drives himself deeper and deeper into you with every shot of his thick seed. After he comes down from the high, he tends to be a little timid. He wants to cuddle but he keeps thinking about all the filthy things he said. 

“Keep riding me, baby.” Nero moans as you grind against him even harder. 

You giggle before leaning in to kiss him. Who would have thought he would be so submissive underneath you? You’re quite pleased with the results of this little experiment. You and Nero always stick to a few key positions in sex, but when you mentioned you wanted to be on top, he was more than happy to let you take the lead.

It’s better than what he could imagine it to be. Your breasts press up against his chest, making him moan when he feels that warmth coming from you. The way you sometimes brace yourself on his chest and change the momentum, it drives him crazy. Your walls seem to be even tighter this way than before. And you can come undone so easily this way, he realizes. Nothing has ever felt better in his life. He’s growing addicted to this position quickly.

“So fuckin’ close. Please please, don’t stop.” His voice has grown a little needy. The tone is so desperate, you swear you could cum just from him pleading.

“You��re so needy, baby.” You comment, and he groans. His cheeks are a little pink.

“Just wanna fill you up, baby. Want to fuck a baby into my little princess,”

It’s your turn to blush now. You’ve never heard him say anything like this before. But you won’t deny, it’s very arousing. You’d be happy to start a family with Nero.

Suddenly, he’s shuddering. His pleading increases and you hear him slip a few curses in there as well. Shots of thick, hot cum begin filling you up. You ride him harder and faster, making him squeak in pleasure. He feels like jolts of electricity are coursing through his entire body, rendering him into a numb mess.

Nero opens his eyes when he’s finally come down from his high. He looks up at you and he realizes what he said at the end. His cheeks burn hot as he’s ashamed of being so forward. But you only soothe him with a sweet kiss.

“I love you, Nero.”

V

V’s cum is pretty thin and stringy. He doesn’t shoot a whole lot of it, but it feels good regardless. It’s warm and leaves you feeling dizzy with lust. He has a tendency to always cum deep inside of you, and he hardly ever wants to pull out. The act alone makes him feel so connected to you.

He whines a lot as he cums hard. His eyes will roll back in his head as he mumbles such sweet words. They all just come tumbling out as he rides his high. Depending on his mood, he may be a little more desperate or possessive. But he always has the sweetest words of love for you.

He shudders and shakes, and his hips thrust into you involuntarily as the pleasure takes hold of him completely. V barely has control over his body as he cums so intensely. It’s like he’s floating on this cloud the whole time. When he comes down from his high, he snuggles on your chest and doesn’t pull out. He may actually pass out from such intense pleasure.

“Oh sparrow,” V whines as he plunges into you. He never wants this to end, but he knows he’s dangerously close to his orgasm. “I love you,”

You smile sweetly at his words. He cups your face and kisses you deeply. Your walls keep pulsing around him, making desperate moans fall from his lips. He’s never experienced a love like this before. It’s so much more intense than he would have ever imagined. He wants more and more from you. But there’s just no way for him to hold on for that much longer.

“‘Gonna make me cum so hard, darling. You feel too good.”

You’re both panting as the pleasure builds deep inside of you. V leans his forehead against yours and you both close your eyes as you let the pleasure take hold of you. The tip of his long cock brushes against your sweet spot without even trying. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been lit on fire as you teeter on the edge. 

“V,” you whine. “I’m cumming.”

His eyes snap open to watch you come undone so beautifully under him. He knows he’s a goner when he sees that sexy look on your face. It’s too much, he can’t even take it anymore. He moans your name over and over as he cums so deep inside of you. His hips snap against you as the pleasure leaves him reeling. Shivers run down his spine as he feels his cock throbbing with every shot of his hot cum. 

You cling to him through every wave of pleasure. It’s so wonderful to fall off the edge with your lover. You can tell he’s enjoying every moment of it just like you are. He places a soft kiss to your lips when the high finally subsides. Then he rests on your chest and he groans softly.

“You feel too good,” V chuckles. “How am I ever supposed to last a long time?”

#bacon.writes #dmc #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry x reader #dante x you #dante x reader #dante x fem!reader #vergil x you #vergil x reader #vergil x fem!reader #dante x y/n #vergil x y/n #nero x you #nero x reader #nero x fem!reader #nero x y/n #v x you #v x reader #v x y/n #v x fem!reader #v dmc x you #v dmc x reader

[jvngkook97]

(Tae)ke Me On

synopsis; where taehyung is no stranger to seducing tourists and reader is a stranger to flirty photographers – but not one night stands. when in France, do as the French do, no?

pairing; photographer!taehyung x tourist!female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, Paris au, photographer au, tourist au

warnings; some minor manipulation in the form of jealousy, cursing, dancing with two left feet, ice cream dates and indirect kisses, museum dates and art appreciation, the realization that moments are fleeting and so are feelings, explicit sexual content, dirty talk in French, soft and dominant taehyung, equally as soft and dominant reader, overstimulation, determination, bliss, cold sheets, warm hearts and lingering memories

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,507

a/n; taehyung just looks so pretty in Paris that I had to write something about it. this is loooong overdue and I’m so sorry but writer’s block is real y’all. be sure to give your fav authors some love cause it can be hard. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @btshoneyhive, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Paris, France — the proclaimed Ville d'Amour.

To you, it was a time well needed to get away from the stress of reality. The dead-end job, the shitty ex-boyfriend, the dull daily routine of life that was in desperate need of change.

To him, you were just another carefree, albeit gorgeous, tourist who saw things through rose-colored glasses.

And he couldn’t wait to crack them.

The air felt crisp, cold, and clear.

The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.

He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.

It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.

When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your wondering gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.

“J’adore ton sourire.”

{“I love your smile.”}

The once serene look on your face turned to one of shyness, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor shrinking in on itself. You had no clue what he spoke, but the gentle way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the mystery male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and could only daydream how they would look along with your skin as your body writhed with pleasure underneath him. Or, if he had a choice, above him.

Only one way to find out.

“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”

{“Can I buy you a drink?”}

You said the one word you knew in French, having memorized quite a few social phrases before coming, so you knew what he asked. Though forward, you welcomed the thrill — the adventure — as a foreigner.

“Oui.”

{“Yes.”}

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Monday

You threw your head back in laughter as he dipped your now bent over figure gracefully, your arm secured around his neck and his at the curve of your back. When he pulled you back in, your chest was flush against his. In your liquor induced haze, you missed the way his eyes flashed with a hidden glint to them, the seemingly permanent smile on his face never faltering.

“I thought you said you were a bad dancer?” He eyed you dubiously, and you let out a snort of laughter, hand raising to cover your nostrils and mouth with wide eyes.

He let out a boisterous laugh and gently tugged your hand away from your face, the glint gone, but replaced with a now playful and mischievous air. You opted to fan your face instead, the humidity of the small pub and humility of your rather unladylike action taking a toll on your emotions and body respectively.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

His deep, baritone, voice filled your mind as he encompassed you into a tight hug, his mouth outlining the shell of your ear. This dude loved touching in any way, shape, or form. You chalked it up to his lineage, his facial features resembled that of Asian descent and yet his personality and mannerisms screamed French. To you, it was a dangerous duo, but you couldn’t get enough.

When he told you that he spoke three different languages, including yours, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how one could know so many, but the prospect of him teaching you a different language filled you with excitement, a promise he said he would own up to when you agreed to see each other again after today.

“We should call it a night, yeah?”

Your legs felt like noodles, your head was fuzzy, and images were slightly blurred. It wasn’t until you leaned your full body weight against him, did you come to the realization that you were beyond tired and still jet lagged. His hands stabilized your wobbly figure with a firm grip on your waist.

Blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you replied.

“Yeah–I should head back to my hotel.”

“Would you like me to get you a cab?”

“Please.”

His hand hovered on the small of your back as you slowly made your way to the front of the club. The immediate relief you felt as you stepped onto the sidewalk had you tilting your head up to the now night sky, a multitude of stars twinkling alongside the crescent moon.

A drunken night goer collided into you, sending your already unstable self backwards into the awaiting arms of your savior. His arms encased your torso with a vice grip, his own heels digging into the cracked concrete in order to be sure that he didn’t go falling himself. He threw a curse word that went unheard at the inebriated back of the mystery person – and even though you knew it was a bad word, the way it sounded in French as he shouted it over your head had your body warming with a mix of emotions.

Majority of you was entirely grateful for his presence, a good chunk of you was beyond happy with the generous amount of time you were able to spend with him where he showed you both popular and hole in the wall attractions. He essentially played the part of your personal tour guide with how rich with knowledge he was of the history of Paris.

You really lucked out.

“Thank you.”

He was still mumbling curse words under his breath, staring daggers into the direction he watched the night stroller head in until he was gone. It was your own barely audible mumble of gratitude that had him awkwardly maneuvering his face at a weird angle to see the front of yours. His brows pulled together in confusion.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For–,” you struggled to come up with words, the list of many things you were thankful for being long in itself that you opted for the shorter and simpler route. “–everything?”

It ended up coming out as more of a question at the end than a confident declaration, and it had you inwardly cringing with just how out of touch you were with flirting since your ex walked out of your life.

“You’re wel–,” his head perked up as he fixated at something over your shoulder. Before you could utter another syllable, he put two fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle followed by waving the same hand animatedly back and forth.

The squealing of tires is all you heard before a yellow taxi cab slowed to a stop in front of you two. Keeping an arm around your waistline, he stepped one foot off the sidewalk to open the car door for you. With a gentle smile and push at your lower back, you stepped off the sidewalk yourself. His hand then grabbed yours to stabilize your movements so you could swiftly, and ungracefully, plop your butt onto the clothed back seat.

Making sure you were fully inside, he then carefully shut the door for you. You clumsily went to roll down the window and he chuckled in amusement at your hasty movement. Once it was halfway down, did you poke your head out of the window to ask him a question.

“Kim Taehyung.”

Your brows rose and your mouth was left open in an ‘o’ shape as you watched his mouth form the words as if in slow motion. How did he know?

“Y—,” again, you were cut off by his psychic abilities.

“My number is on the napkin I slipped inside your coat pocket. Call me when you wake up and I can give you a more in depth tour of the sights.”

His boxy smile, accompanied by the confident yet suave wink he sent your way as the driver pulled away from the curb had your heart racing in anticipation of the day to come. A smile of your own lit up your face, making his own become broader. The same smile turning into one of confusion as a slender, manicured hand slid its way around his shoulders and a mystery woman kissed his cheek.

He missed the way your face dropped into one of morose when he pivoted on his heel to greet the woman with a kiss on each of her cheeks. You pulled your head back into the cab, his attention on you long gone as you sulked in that taxi cab the rest of the way to the hotel. The only comfort you had was the lightweight napkin that you fished out of your coat pocket, and – true to his words – had his number written down on it with a ‘call me’ elegantly written in red ink.

It was the French thing to do, you rationalized. They could just be friends. He seemed surprised to see her, therefore he had no idea she would be there. Yeah, you thought with a sullen nod, it was a spontaneous meeting. That must be it.

Another lingering thought crossed your mind as you reread the scrawl.

He didn’t even know your name.

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Tuesday

“Y/N Y/L/N”.

The flat of his tongue was licking the side of the waffle cone that housed his now dripping ice cream as he hummed in acknowledgement. You could feel a drip of your own strawberry ice cream land on your thumb and you made quick work in licking it away as well.

“Beau prénom comme toi.”

“Something–,” you wracked your brain over the common words he’s already taught you. “Beautiful?”

He nodded, smiling at you encouragingly, and gestured at you with his ice cream to continue. Nibbling on the waffle cone, you tested the thoughts in your head out loud.

“Beautiful name?”

His body rose in front of your seated position on the large fountain you were both resting at as he began clapping for you loudly and exuberantly. In the process he ended up with his remaining ice cream on the floor. You grinned at him shyly, mockingly bowing in turn. A few giggles escaped your lips at the fallen frozen treat.

“Like you.”

He sat back down next to you as he said this. It was with such confidence that you wondered if he uses the same tactics with other foreign girls only in town for a week – or, and you highly doubted this – if you were considered special. You’d like to think the latter, but your gut told you it wasn’t true.

A finger poked the crease lines that began forming on your forehead in between your eyes. Attempting to look at the invading digit, had your eyes crossing comically in a way that had Taehyung leaning into your face with a coy smile.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Swatting the finger away, you rolled your eyes at him. His mouth began to open, and you had no doubt that he was about to spew some other flirtatious comment your way. Deciding your poor, little, hopeless romantic heart couldn’t take anymore feigned interest, you shove the remainder of your own ice cream into his mouth. His eyes grew wide, as he opened his mouth more to accommodate the sugary, strawberry goodness with a surprised grunt.

He brought up a hand to clamp around the waffle cone, eating half of it in one bite that would’ve taken you a good minute to finish yourself. Swallowing, he gave you a smirk with narrowed eyes.

“Do you know that we just indirectly kissed?”

“You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

All he did was laugh in glee at your flustered face.

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Wednesday

You both began sprinting for the nearest awning cover you two could find, the cold and relentless rain having no qualms with drenching your shivering forms otherwise. The rain caused several curls to appear that plastered to Taehyung’s forehead and it made him look even more irresistible than he already was. But you? You probably looked more like a drowned raccoon, positive that your eyeliner and mascara were smeared when you made the mistake of wiping water from your eyes.

“Who was that woman?”

You hoped you came off as more nonchalant and curious, rather than accusatory. Though, now, you figured – was as good a time as any to ask the loaded question that will either quench your doubts or fuel them. It didn’t look like the rain was going to let up anytime soon, and conversation was the perfect distraction.

His eyes looked at you, but his body stayed forward. You mimicked his pose, doing your best not be stiff as you waited for his response. His lip quirked up, but he repressed the smirk that wanted to show. He was selfishly wondering when you would bring it up or if you even witnessed the planned exhange. Not that you needed to know that part.

“A friend that’s also in town for the week.”

You resisted the urge to eye roll. Friend could’ve meant anything and gave you nothing in terms of feeling assured you had no current competition of your male companion’s company for the remainder of the week.

He looked down at his watch with pinched brows, and what seemed to be actual concern on his face. He sucked his lip between his teeth and made a sound of disappointment. This made you turn towards him with your own worry lines adorning your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was actually supposed to meet her not too long after our stroll ended, but this weather is going to make me have to postpone our date.”

It’s a good thing his attention was still focused heavily on his watch, the resound sigh escaping his lips shortly after his wounding ending statement – so he was able to miss the hurt that crossed your features at his words, it having been hidden by once again returning to your fixed position, your hair securely shielding your face from him.

“I’m sorry our stroll ended up causing you to miss your date.”

A loud crack of perfectly timed thunder was able to conceal the forceful tone you used in reiterating the dreaded ‘date’ word, leaving him none the wiser to your inner turmoil. Or, so you believed.

He coughed into his hand to cover up the smile that wanted to form. It was always the same with Americans, they get jealous so easily. If only you knew that the date wasn’t really a date and it was with his guy friend and not the woman you saw previously — but, again — you didn’t need to know that. This was far more amusing to him, though it only confirmed his suspicions more on you taking a liking to him.

Good. Very good. The week was halfway done already and you two have yet to share a kiss, let alone get anywhere close to his end goal with you, but it was all apart of his plan.

And his plans never fail.

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Thursday

You could not believe what your eyes were seeing.

Taehyung stood off to the side, not too far from you, but enough room to give you your own space as your eyes took in the sight of what was in front of you. Him having seen it countless times, he just tilts his head in order to get a better view of the awestruck expression on your face rather than the infamous painting.

The Mona Lisa.

Unbeknownst to him, a small smile erupts on his face while watching you, a common occurrence he’s been catching himself doing lately. Along with it, always came the damning butterflies that he didn’t know what to do with. Normally, he would only have a one track mind that hindered such thoughts, but alas – not when it came to you.

With you, he’s actually rejected other female’s company. Not an ounce of regret could be felt when doing so and he wondered when your supposed friendship might’ve crossed the line to something more. Something deeper. If he didn’t live in this city for so long he would’ve hashed it up to the romantic aura that seemed to come with it as the perpetrator of his sudden affections for you.

What kind of black magic have you cast on him?

“–ello?”

He blinked out of his stupor to come face to face with your amused one. Your head was tilted, but the smirk on your face let him know that you had an inkling on what he was thinking of, if not for the way he was zoning out on you specifically held any hints.

You weren’t used to it. All the attention, all the touches, all the minuscule glances he would send your way thinking you had no clue – but you did.

And you had no clue what to do about it.

Or, rather, you did know what you wanted to do.

It was just a matter of how you could accomplish it.

You cautiously touched your fingers with his as you two walked to the next framed piece of artwork, and not too long after did you feel his own slide between yours and encase your small hand in his.

This was a start. But you only had one more night left in this city and it was time to make the most of it.

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Friday

Much like your first day here in Paris, you had the warmth of sun above the sky to caress your face, eyes squinting as you tried to zero in on the tip of the Eiffel Tower that stood tall in front of your minuscule, ant like body to those who looked down on you from the structure. Though, you know it wouldn’t last for long, the orange and purple hues were just on the horizon to signal the start of the evening.

His arm brushes up against yours as he stands next to you, mimicking your current position.

“Beautiful, is it not?”

“It truly is a sight to see. I can’t believe I’m looking at it in person.”

“Would you like to go to the top?”

You switch your focus to his, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Could we?”

His signature boxy smile appears.

“Let’s go.”

Due to modern technology of an elevator, it doesn’t take long for you both to make it to your destination in minutes. You step out and are instantly in awe at the dazzling sight before you that is Paris at night. The lights flicker sporadically, shadows in the form of cars and shapes of people filter through them continuously. It’s hard to believe you’re here right now. So much so, in fact, you need to ground yourself somehow.

Your hand flails at your side, looking for some sort of proof that you’re not dreaming and this is just an insanely vivid fever dream. A hand secures your wandering one in a firm, yet gentle grip. Slender fingers interlocking with yours has your heart in a frenzy. It just works to make the moment all the more surreal.

You can hear Taehyung let out a low chuckle.

“All you American’s seem to share the same reaction, you know? It’s cute.”

He might as well have been talking to a wall, that’s how much you were still enamored with the man made beauty around you. It’s true, if you were to take a gander at all the tourists around you, you would find the same wide eyed, dazed look.

The only difference between them and you was, well, him. Finally breaking yourself out of your stupor, your eyes shift to his that are already staring at you. You can feel the tension that’s slowly starting to build the longer you two stare. It’s exciting, it’s thrilling, it’s everything you were hoping for on this whirlwind of a trip.

Taehyung noticed the way your eyes seemed to somehow become even more dazed as you gazed at him, which is how he knew the moment had arrived.

It was time.

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Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues battled for dominance, clothes were strewn randomly on the floor as soon as you stepped foot into your hotel room. The curtains were only half drawn, letting the dark room be naturally illuminated by the moon’s beams that cast an almost magical glow onto the white bedding of your bed.

Said bedding just gets kicked off in the lust fueled dance of bodies, knowing the material would only hinder certain movements and cause more sweat to transpire as the night goes on.

Before you know it, he’s hovering over you, hair dangling in front of your face that semi shields his blown pupils as he locks eyes with yours, a question lingering in them. Your bare foot slides down his toned butt cheeks before your heel digs into the supple flesh of one cheek to bring his lower body closer to yours.

The one push alone causes the head of his bulbous, condom wrapped, throbbing member to bump into the hood of your clit as it slides up and down your wet folds with ease. The sensation causes a sharp inhale from you, that only gets let out when he pulls a throaty moan from your lips, inserting only the tip into your core. His forehead drops into the naval of your breasts as he watches his cock slip further into you, your own legs spreading to accommodate him more. If it wasn’t for the shaggy hair that blocked your view, you know you would be doing the same.

“Dieu, tu es si mouillé.”

{God, you’re so wet.}

“I have no idea what you just said, but fuck–,” he pulls out all the way, only to snap his hips against yours to sheath himself again. “–keep talking.”

There’s a mixture of what sounds like a grunt and laughter as he kisses the valley between your breasts. He complies, both the accent and the words you presume to be dirty, only spurs on the tight coil in your stomach that’s begging for release.

You let out a broken whimper, your back arching off the bed that Taehyung uses to his own advantage, securing one toned arm around your back to hold you up and switch positions. His back is now against the headboard as you straddle his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders and nails digging into the flesh as your body wracks with your first orgasm of the night.

His heels dig into the mattress to get a better angle as he pistons in and out of your dripping hole, his hot tongue latching onto one of your nipples that he accidentally bites when his own orgasm takes hold. Your immediate reaction is to grip his hair and yank his head back and off your nipple, but what you come to find has you parting your lips in a silent ‘o’.

Taehyung’s eyes are closed, face scrunched with both pain and pleasure, the action making him let out a gutteral, near animalistic moan. The lewd sight makes you feel powerful. His eyes are still closed when you decide to swivel your hips against his, making figure eights. Your pace is fast, one hand keeping a vice in his hair, the tips of your nails digging into his head, while your other hand clutches onto the top of the headboard for support.

Much too quick for his liking, his eyes burst open, his mouth mimicking yours with a silent moan, but you can feel his entire body tense as you work his second orgasm out of him. His eyes are pooling with unshed tears that pulls at your heartstrings, and you slow your brutal pace to a more sensual one as he rides out his orgasm. His body eventually relaxes, sagging back into the headboard.

Finally releasing the death grip on his hair, your own body comes to a full stop as you lean back against your hands on the bed to give yourself your own little break from the workout you just had.

“Comment es-tu réel?”

{How are you real?”}

He chuckled mirthlessly, head falling back to join his body in exhaustion, but his eyes are still locked with yours. All you do is smirk sinfully at him, not knowing at all what he just said, but having a feeling it has to do with your stellar performance.

His hands roam over your stomach, the tips of one hand hovering dangerously close to your exposed clit from the position your in. He sees when your lower body tightens, your hole fluttering around nothing. His now semi hard member slipped out for the most part when you chose to sit your butt back on the mattress between his legs instead, though due to his impressive length, the tip still stayed in.

Two fingers gently pry your folds open, your essence still dribbles from the prior stimulation down his cock that coats his fingers in seconds when he shifts to inserting two fingers up to the knuckle above his shaft, slowly scissoring you open and stretching you. Your head falls back against your shoulders, and you do your damndest not to close your legs out of sheer instinct to lock the fingers inside your pussy greedily.

You’ve never felt this full before, it was almost overwhelming. A quiet sob escapes your lips, that has you slapping a hand over your mouth. Your lower body shakes, as you refrain from moving against him, knowing your body is still tired and wouldn’t be able to handle the strenuous activity again. But god, did you want to cum so badly.

Please. Please. Please. Please.

“I got you, baby. I got you.”

You don’t realize that the mantra you thought was in your head, was actually being spoken out loud, mumbled behind your hand. Though, you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. Your only focus being on finding your own pleasure.

He brings his other hand up to rub lazy, but pressured circles on your engorged clit. Your body twitches at the sudden onslaught, and to further your building pleasure, Taehyung begins to minisculely move his hips in short movements.

Your legs begin to shake as the pressure once again builds, the coil tightening in you to the point of bursting at any second, yet you wanted to scream at the fact your orgasm was teetering on the edge of occurring, but not.

You hated being a girl sometimes, having to deal with the agony of your own body denying you an orgasm right away.

Taehyung began to grunt, his cock now fully hard, though he paid no mind, his only goal being to coax you to your high. His brows were scrunched, teeth digging into his bottom lip, sweaty curls plastered around his flushed face and neck. His hand was cramping, his legs were cramping, his arm was cramping, but he fought through it.

Sharp pants began to take hold of you, your chest heaving in a rhythmic pattern. The hand that was once over your mouth, now joins your other hand in clutching the bed sheets in a death grip and you stare up at the ceiling with watery eyes, a determined look on your face.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you finally begin swiveling your hips in time with his hand movements – the lewd, wet, squelching that resounded throughout the room surprisingly only doing the bare minimum amount in helping you.

There’s one factor you noticed that stopped.

Taehyung’s French. You needed to hear it.

“French.”

You grind out, eyes still honed in on the celiling. He lets out a grunt of confusion, not expecting you to talk, so your words fall on deaf ears. It nearly makes you growl when you say it again.

“French. Now.”

“Jouis pour moi. laissez-moi vous voir se dérouler. Christ. Tu es tellement belle putain.”

{Enjoy for me. Let me see you unfold. Christ. You are so fucking beautiful.”}

His voice is laced with a whiny undertone, and as if by magic, your orgasm explodes from within you. You sob in relief as your body falls backwards onto the bed, he chases your bodies movement to hover over you once again. He secures one arm around each of your legs as he lifts your butt off the bed to get a deeper angle to plow into your now dripping pussy at a break neck pace. Skin slapping against skin reverberates throughout the room.

“Holy fuck. Oh my god. Taehyung, please.”

Your hands are trying to push him off of you, the overstimulation making you see stars. Thankfully, it’s only mere seconds later that he collapses off to the side of you, his own chest heaving along with yours as you both now stare at the ceiling above you. Shadows flicker around the room from cars that pass by, the mumbled sound of cars honking and passing conversation being the only background noise to fill the silence.

“That was–,” his voice is raspy, laced with both exhaustion and the need to just close his eyes and sleep.

“Oui.” Your reply is met with a breathless chuckle, one you join in with soft laughter of your own.

He throws an arm around your waist, laying his head sideways between your breasts and then sighs in content. You mindlessly begin carting your fingers through his sweaty curls, and it’s not long before you hear soft snores coming from the male. Eventually, as you watch the shadows dance around the ceiling, do your own eyes get heavy, and you drift off into dreamland, a smile on your face.

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When you wake up, he’s gone.

A note, scrawled in elegant cursive lays on the pillow next to your head. A single rose accompanies it.

‘Jusqu'à ce que nous nous revoyions, mon amour.’

{Till we meet again, my love.”}

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You wouldn’t see him again for another two years, and by then, you’re no longer the same naive tourist you once were.

The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.

He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.

It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.

When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your strong gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.

“J’adore ton sourire.”

{“I love your smile.”}

The once serene look on your face turned to one of knowing, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor becoming more poised. You knew exactly what he said, the mischievous way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the familiar male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and couldn’t wait to see you writhe with pleasure underneath him again. Or, if he had a choice, above him.

“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”

{“Can I buy you a drink?”}

You recited the popular phrase you knew in French, having become more fluent in the love language since you last saw him, so you knew what to ask. Though forward, he welcomed the thrill — the adventure, the passion — as a once fellow foreigner did in a time past with open arms and mind.

“Oui.”

{“Yes.”}

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