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no-more-cream · 6 years ago

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maieusiophilia

oneshot

genre: fluff + smut

devil!taehyung au (oolala)

pairing: kim taehyung + reader (f)

***cw: impreg kink, devil(?), nsfw, language***

nobody asked for this

Kim Taehyung was his name. Kim Taehyung was his earthly name, the one he used as he walked the streets of Seoul, South Korea, the name he introduced himself as when he first met you in a dimly lit coffee shop on one particular night. You were busily completing an assignment that was due at midnight… the clock read 11:17pm.

Sigh. Lowering your head into the crook of your arms crossed above the mahogany table, you were close to calling it quits when you heard the raspy sound of someone clearing their throat rather abruptly. Snapping up, your eyes locked with a tall, handsome, man.

“Uh… yes?” You asked, immediately regretting your annoyed tone of voice, when the strangers eyebrows flinched for a fraction of a second.

“Do you need help with that?” He stated, eyeing your laptop, “You look like you’ve given up.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “You’ve been watching me?” He smirked.

“No, but I’ve been listening.”

“What?” You questioned, perplexed by the odd situation.

He was feeling risky tonight.

“I’ve been listening to your thoughts,” the man paused for a second, expression contorting to appear irritated as he acted out, “Ugh, I’d do anything to have this shit finished.”

You blinked. He rolled his eyes at your lack of understanding, continuing, “I’d sell my soul so that I don’t have to do this.”

“Wait– H-How do you–“

The brunette interrupted your stuttering, “Nice to meet you, I’m Kim Taehyung…”

“More commonly known as the devil.”

And that was all it took to mark the beginning of a twisted yet beautiful relationship.

And it explained how you found yourself here, walking towards the front entrance of your apartment to answer it. Without bothering to check the peephole, you quietly swung the door open, revealing none other than Satan himself.

“Why, isn’t it such a relief to see you, _____,” Taehyung whispered, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he noticed you clad in only your light sleepwear.

You sighed, “Do you know what time it is?” He shrugged, walking over the threshold as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Tae, I have class in the morning… I need to sleep,” you whined, nevertheless, giving way for his mouth to find the crook of your neck. He mumbled something against your skin as you closed your eyes.

“And I have,” your breath hitched as his tongue lapped over a particularly sensitive spot, “an exam.”

He lifted his head away you, a dark look in his eyes, “Then we need to act quick.”

“Tae…”

“Babygirl, when the devil is at your doorstep, begging to fuck you senseless, an exam should be the least of your worries. You know damn well that I can easily take care of something like that.”

You huffed at his vulgar language, warmth spreading from your cheeks down to your core, “I don’t like cheating, Taehyung, it isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t cheating, it’s a ‘deal with the devil.’”

“That’s still chea–“

“No, because I want to do it. I’ll do anything for you, _____.”

You fidgeted at his endearing statement, unsure of what to say. Lately, and by lately you meant the last few months, your relationship with Taehyung, had developed into something much more serious. What had originated as a minor fling: the devil knocking at your doorstep to pester you about making a deal; had became Taehyung escorting you around town and doing measly human things for your sake.

Then, the two of you became intimate with each other, and you assumed that was the extent of your relationship with the devil until a few months ago. Taehyung started to interfere with your life by helping you out, in secret. When you suddenly began to make A’s on all of your exams and found small surprises in your bedroom after a particularly rough day: roses, chocolates, the man himself, you questioned him about it. He shrugged,

“The devil works in mysterious ways.”

“______, dear?” You snapped out of your trance, reflecting over the past, as Taehyung lowered his face directly in front of yours, “Did you hear me?”

You nodded, feeling unusually bashful as he caught you mid-thought, “Why me?” You saw Taehyung’s eyes leave yours for a brief second before he responded, “Because I…” He paused.

“Let me show you,” and with that, you felt your feet leave the ground as his taut arms swooped you into the air, Taehyung walking in the direction of your bedroom.

Approaching your silken bed, he laid you gently atop, fixing himself directly above you. Taehyung’s long legs found their way in between yours as one of his arms gripped your thigh, hoisting it onto his hip.

“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you, _______?” You nodded, he had told you this before. He said that every time he came to Earth, he’d find himself drawn to the streets of Seoul, running into you one way or another. You plagued the devil’s mind like a curse.

Eventually, he made himself known to you in some hipster coffee shop, late at night, which didn’t seem to alleviate images of you floating into his consciousness. He really was cursed.

“So, then…” Taehyung started, “You’ve realized that I can’t stop.”

Pursing your lip, you began, “But what makes me any different? I’m just another human, Tae.”

“I understand that much, but never in the entirety of my long, endless existence have I ever felt this disturbed by another.”

Scoffing, you raised an eyebrow, “disturbed?”

Replying quickly, “Yes, _____, you disturb me. Somehow, I feel weak when I see you, or think about you… My heart pounds in my chest, and swells when I hold you,” his fingers grazed the skin of your cheek.

“You are the sole being in existence that can bring the devil to his knees.”

Mouth slightly agape, you stared in astonishment at Taehyung, his words eliciting your heart to double in its pace. The man had spoken sweetly to you before, but always hidden behind a veil of mysteriousness, he maintained an elusive persona at all times. But now, the supposed devil was showing his most vulnerable face.

A delicate smile came involuntarily as you gripped the muscles of Taehyung’s upper arm.

“_____, I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” He lowered his face until his lips just barely grazed your temple, “I’m going to make love to you.”

His lips peppered light kisses across your face, “furthermore,” one of his hands moved down, from your collarbone and to the waistband of your shorts, “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, so you can bear the spawn of Satan.”

You gasped, partly at the explicit words escaping Taehyung’s mouth, partly at the feeling of his long fingers rubbing slow circles into the sheer material of your panties.

What did he just say?

“Did you hear me, ______?” Lips against your ear, he whispered, “You are going to be my Queen, the Queen of Hell, if you will allow it.” You moaned softly, hands moving to find solace in his bed of brown hair, tugging at the strands in response.

Taehyung briefly stilled his movements, focusing his dark expression on yours, “Answer me.”

Gulping, you answered, “Yes, Tae.” You felt a fire kindling within you, suddenly open to the idea Taehyung was presenting to you. Was he playing a trick on you? The devil was very skilled in terms of getting what he wanted, however, whether he was manipulating you or not didn’t matter to you in this very moment, and you found yourself aching for his touch again as you moved your hips towards his hand.

He grinned, noticing your desperation, “Do you want me to touch you, _____?” Biting your lip, you nodded again, rubbing your core against his still hand, “I do.”

His slender digits slid the fabric of your panties to the side, slowly running through your wet folds as you breathlessly moaned into his ear, “Like this?” You nodded almost frantically, craving more, “Or…”

Before you could register what what occuringto you, you were flipped onto your stomach, body completely flush against the lustrous sheets with Taehyung hovering over you. His hands gripped the fabric of your panties as he slid them down your body, then suddenly his fingers were inside of you, “like this?”

Gasping at the sudden stretch, you raised your hips against his fingers.

“My babygirl likes this, doesn’t she?” He snickered, his other hand reaching to smooth over your ______ tresses as he pumped his fingers into you, “I’m going to fuck you just like this.”

“Please, Taehyung,” you moaned, fingers gripping the bed in anticipation as his long digits slowly moved in and out of you, Taehyung adding another finger, “I need you inside of me.”

The brunette groaned deeply at your words, “Fuck, how am I supposed to control myself when you want me so badly, baby.” He felt his power convulsing, something that only happened when his human form was overwhelmed. It was harder to maintain himself in human form, he’d admit, and at times like this, when his spirit felt turbulent, it affected his surroundings, as well.

You took notice to this as flashes of lighting and the sound of thunder echoed through your cracked window, momentary shadows appearing ahead of you on the wall of Taehyung with curved and pointed protrusions from his head; his horns fully exposed.

This was a sight you had never seen before; Taehyung had always refused when you’d ask to see his true form. But finally catching a glimpse of it drew you wild, knowing that such an intense being, whom you entrusted your body and whole self to, was so inclined to your liking.

Steadily, you felt Taehyung’s shaft enter you readily as you were already soaking wet, your juices flowing onto your thighs as well as onto him. His hoarse voice radiating through the air as he gripped your hips.

“You feel so good, _____,” Taehyung practically growled, you could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure, careful not to hurt you, as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. He was so considerate.

“Tae,” you moaned, steadying your hands in front of you as you rose to your knees, propping yourself up with your elbows, “don’t hold back.” The darkly man grimaced at your request, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

A smug expression floated over your features as you pushed yourself further onto Taehyung’s throbbing cock, his breath hitching, “I want to feel the true power of Satan inside of me, Tae.” That was all it took for something to snap within the all powerful devil, relinquishing any sort of constraint he once had.

At once, Taehyung flipped you onto you back again, raising your legs toward your head, as he violently thrusted into you at a force and speed that altered your state of mind. Throwing your head back, you moved to wrap your arms around Taehyung’s back, when he used one hand to grip both of yours, pinning them above your head. He had never been so rough with you before, and for a split moment you felt fear course through your veins.

“Tae– Oh, my God… I–“ His lips connected with yours violently, tongue already pushing past your swollen lips, stifling the moan you were erupting with.

He removed his tongue from your mouth slowly, lifting his face far enough to make eye contact with you, darkly, “Don’t speak that name here, _____. Now or ever, okay?” You barely managed to bob your head up and down as the sound of skin-to-skin slapping filled your ears.

Then, as he lifted his head, you managed to get a good look at him. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, nearly the entirety of his cornea appeared to be stained with dark ink, leaving his iris a different shade than the usual, an electrifying yellow, which seemed to glow in the darkness of your room. Also, his hair looked longer than usual, bangs nearly covering his bright eyes and hair passing the length of the nape of his neck.

But most surprisingly, were the obsidian horns that protruded from his forehead, between his bangs. They were longer than you had expected, twisting delicately. You were astounded, enthralled. Taehyung looked absolutely beautiful.

Pausing momentarily, in the midst of him pounding into you, you squeezed your hands out from his hold to reach up at him, delicately smoothing over the fine ridges of his horns. Taehyung faltered for a fraction of a second, before smirking, “You like those?” He slowed his pace.

“You’re beautiful, Taehyung,” you whispered, before gasping at his touch moving from your lower abdomen to the bundle of nerves between your legs. Twitching at the feeling, you felt your climax approaching, and Taehyung could tell by the way your legs tensed and convulsed around his shoulders.

“Fuck, _______, you keep squeezing around me like that and I’m going to put a baby in you.” You whined at his threat, feeling his skin raise in temperature, you were sure it was past the point of humanly possible as you felt the stinging heat radiate onto you.

“Please, Taehyung, finish inside of me,” you whispered into his ear as his lips found the sweet, sweat covered skin of your neck, claiming the flesh. The thought of Taehyung releasing his load into you drove you over the edge, and you felt your body wash over with euphoria, his mouth never leaving your neck as he thrusted through your orgasm. Overstimulation began to set in and you whimpered.

“_______,” he groaned, eyes clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on his finish, “_____, I’m going to fill you up so well.” Your body quivered and Taehyung moved his arms to your waist to hold you in place as his thrusts grew faster in speed and sloppier in method. The severe temperature of his fingertips accompanied by the mere pressure were sure to leave bruises and burns later.

His shaft seemed to be growing in size by the second, that or you had gone beyond your capacity and were beginning to feel weak. Before you knew it, Taehyung’s grasp on you had multiplied in intensity, heat and strength, and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, when he groaned loudly with his eyes shut tightly, “Fuck, you feel so good.” His load released inside of you, equally as hot as the brunette, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the utter potency of Taehyung’s seed spilling within you.

He stayed in his position for a minute, only the sound of both of your breathing filling the room. Ever so slightly, the supernatural man eased himself out of you, careful not to spill any of his cum. Once out, Taehyung briefly marveled at the obscene sight of your core weeping with his white fluid, before cupping his hand in front of your entrance.

You laid breathlessly across the black sheets, hair fanned out behind you and cheeks flushed, with Taehyung watching you from the most exposing view. However, you felt no shame as he stared at you with ample endearment in his golden eyes, “You’re so beautiful, ____.” He smiled at you, his large, boxy grin, in stark contrast to his completely unsheltered demonic features. You giggled, blush running up your neck, “Taehyung, why haven’t you showed me before?” The brunette’s eyes traveled elsewhere, before he pointed to the adornments atop his head, “these?”

Nodding, he replied, “Honestly, I didn’t want to scare you…”

You eased yourself onto your elbows as Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, his fluids leaking onto his thigh which he paid no mind to, “I’m not scared of you, Tae,” you kissed the tip of his nose, “I think you’re absolutely ethereal.” He grinned at your response, “Such bravery, as expected of the Queen of Hell.”

His dirty talk from earlier replayed in your mind, you partly felt your core begging for more Taehyung, if it wasn’t for your laughter from imagining yourself as the actual Queen of Hell, “Now that I think about it, that’s a little funny.”

“What is?” He pondered, head slightly tilting to the side. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t know… Just the concept of me, a human, becoming the Queen of Hell, bearing your children.” He shook his head, eyes overtaken by seriousness, “Do you not like it?”

You stammered, “N-No, of course I do! I mean… I guess, I just-- If only that was possible, I wouldn’t mind it.”

Catching on, one corner of Taehyung’s lips turned upwards, “______.”

“Yes?”

“Nevermind, darling. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He gently eased you back onto your back, a warm rag appearing in his grasp in a matter of seconds, as he wiped the mess between your legs. Wrapping you up in the thick comforter, Taehyung snuggled up next to you, his eyes closed as he focused on reverting fully to his human form, “Wait, Taehyung. Stay like this for tonight, I like it... “ He smiled, relaxed against your body, as one of his arms wrapped around your stomach protectively. Almost immediately, you found yourself in a deep slumber.

You awoke in a frenzy the next morning, naked and afraid, as your alarm clock beeped incessantly. You were nearly late for your exam, and you scrambled out of your apartment in record time, just barely making it inside of the exam hall before your professor locked the doors, giving you a disappointed look. As if you could explain why you were running late, why you looked as if you only got two hours of sleep that night. If only.

Following the completion of your test, you had to drag yourself out of your seat in utter dismay, you were positive you had failed. Reaching into your bag, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages from Taehyung who had disappeared sometime during the night. You had to admit, you were somewhat letdown when you woke up and he was nowhere to be found. But he was the devil, for Go-- for his sake, and he definitely had better things to do.

[one new message]

tae: my dear, I have an invitation for you

Curiosity was an underestimate as you typed out a reply, Taehyung wasn’t the domestic-type, so this couldn’t be a date. Then what was it?

you: what’s up, tae? invitation?

Instantly, you received a message.

tae: perhaps, I should do this in person…

tae: but i’m a bit caught up in preparations

tae: … i’m formally inviting you to ‘go to hell’

What? Was this Taehyung trying to formulate a joke?

you: haha, I get it

you: no, I don’t. wym?

tae: how do I put this, my queen…