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ggukkiereads · 2 years ago

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"Give me the hurt. You don’t have to hold onto it anymore. I can take it."

🌷 Been meaning to react to this fic here on tumblr. Though I've actually read this on AO3 when it got posted, I feel like I can scream my thoughts here more and move on easily lol. What intrigued me the moment I saw this was the title? Did they paint each other naked or something for a class? Won't spoil the answer for anyone who hasn't read it. But, I appreciated the idea that "paint me naked" could mean different things. For me, it's that imaginary line between them as they strip each other down to their true selves. True selves that have always been unapologetically exposed, just that in Jungkook's case, people choose to believe in rumors, form misconceptions, and put weird labels on him (weird guy, etc.). And as she sees and likes him for who he is, he's actually seeing her wholly too. When he's willing to take all of her including "the hurt", these are moments to melt for (insert meme of being in a melting puddle). This line sums it all up:

"...he looked straight into your eyes, as if he was looking into you rather than at you."

From the get go, this is so descriptive? I feel like each scene was detailed I could imagine every element in each frame (and I may have added my own as a result lol). It felt like watching a 90s (or maybe 80s) film with late night drive scenes plus those great pairings: the brooding Delinquent Guy meets the Girl Next Door or The Bad Boy and the Pretty in Pink (if one doesn't get the John Hughes film references...😭). And the poems! Gah the poems are probably my favorite parts. I am a sucker for stories with poetry involved and I could have just read your poems alone and my heart is won over.

"You did feel broken and alone and misunderstood. And you knew that sometimes Jungkook felt that way, too."

❤️❤️❤️(fluff)😭(just a quick angst)🔥🔥🔥(doesn’t overpower the plot which is good!)🌹🌹🌹

One thing that stood out to me was Jungkook's characterization. He's just so real, honest and empathetic? That part! That part when he responded to her Taehyung comparisons and all the moments after that - I just melt. Jungkook has been nothing but true to himself and genuine with how he is with OC. Ugh I love wise philosophical artistic characters with quirky vibes who doesn't give a shit except when it comes to OC. Though he is all that, I also felt like there's so much we don't know? He still feels mysterious until the end. I just feel there were less character build up for OC like we saw more of her observations of JK and her hang-ups over some guy than her overall personality? (is this because it's more of a reader insert?). And I feel that we are more certain of Jungkook's feelings and OC still has some stuff to work on. Oh well, let's leave that discovery to Jungkook lol. Speaking of observations, I love how OC will go on and on about how wonderful Jungkook really is beyond these rumors and misconceptions then shift to how hot he is in his gray form-fitting pants ㅋㅋㅋㅋ (because ain't that all of us with him irl? lol). "And those thighs? He could smash a watermelon" - LOL! This hits different knowing Jungkook can tear pineapples with his bare hands in real life. So Yes. I am betting on his watermelon-smashing thighs too.

I really enjoyed delving into this artistic world where Jungkook thrives. Just saw the post-drabble got posted and I would love to read more of their story 😍.

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

✿ title: paint me naked ✿ pairing: artist!jungkook x fem!reader (ft. taehyung) ✿ rating & genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst ✿ warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 ✿ date & wc: april 2022 | 16k ✿ notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!

✿ masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist ✿ what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten // don’t - bryson tiller

✿ special shoutout to @jjkeverlast for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.”

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out.

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room.

“It’s the darkest room in the house!” he’d insisted and you hadn’t objected because, well, it seemed on brand for the way the entire night was going.

With arms stretched out, your fingers pressed into something bumpy and hard. You could hear Jungkook’s breathing beside you and a light laugh alerted to you that he was much closer than you’d initially thought. After a quick prod, fingers gliding slightly upward, you realized you were grabbing his abdomen. The hard ripples you’d felt were his toned abs beneath his thin t-shirt.

“Sorry,” you whispered, though there was no need to be quiet. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around yours and took the objects you had clutched between them: scissors and an undeveloped film roll.

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ggukkiereads · 3 years ago

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“Cover me in red, baby.”

🌷 I love the whole concept of painting each other - it's just so intimate and sensual. That part when the colors blended must have looked so visually stunning. I just wish we sort of get to see the finish product (like Taehyung showing it in a gallery and that bish of an ex get to see it or something, yes I'm petty for OC). It was nice to see how they addressed her insecurities too. Taehyung is just lovely, cheesy, and tender. He gets a million stamps of approval from me. I never gave much thought about being called "muse" but after reading this fic, I realize it's actually a cute nickname to have. I love this Taehyung imagine and it was so easy to visualize him in the scenes, it’s just so him 🥰.

muse. (m)

A/N: So, apparently sex paintings are a thing and I’d thought it would be right up Tae’s alley lmao. Sorry for sitting on this for a month but school's a bitch

Summary: Taehyung is an artist and your body is his muse.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: oral (m+f recieving and giving), sex, dirty talk, fingering

You looked through the cupboards, finding a pan, some clean plates and bowls. You checked the fridge, looking through the shelves in hopes of finding something to work with.

Is it too much to make breakfast? Maybe he would like—

“You know, you could have stayed in bed a bit longer…”

You froze as you heard his hoarse voice in your ear, his arms wrapped around you.

“T-Taehyung.”

“Mmhm.”

He nuzzled into your neck, humming in response.

Your boyfriend, Taehyung kept you long enough to make you stay the night. It was on you for not keeping track of time, the movie marathon the two of you had put you at a disadvantage. Though, you were sure he was banking on you being too interested to care.

“Muse~ You make me want to tease you when you zone out on me like that.” He cooed, the nickname he gave you always gave you butterflies when he says it.

“I was just thinking…”

“Is it conceited to think it’s about me?”

“Yes…”

“Even though I’m right?”

“Even so.”

“Then, can we go back to bed? Maybe you could dream about me instead?”

“It’s already 11, we can’t sleep in more. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” You turned around to scowl at him, immediately regretting your actions moments later.

“So, I can just eat you out for breakfast. I don’t want to miss meals, you know.” His left hand gently cupping your breast while his right hand slipped dangerously close to your cunt.

“Can’t we just eat a nice breakfast instead?” You weakly offered, his fingers playing with the folds of your cunt as his thumb expertly touched your clit. You couldn’t forget the left hand either, who now gently pinched your nipples through the shirt you wore.

“But your pussy’s the best spread I’ll ever have.”

He spoke directly in your ear, sinking two fingers into you with no warning. You couldn’t resist, enjoying the rhythmic pumping of his fingers into you as you leaned against the sink for support.

“Look at that, got no more fight left in you, honey? Or is my fingers too good to resist?”

“Don’t —ah– say it like that.”

“Your pussy is telling me a different story than those pretty lips of yours. Take a good listen.” You couldn’t deny the quick mess of your cunt he made in such a short time. He knew that you knew but you couldn’t mutter those words. One, out of embarrassment and two, it would only add to his teasing.

“What about you?”

“You’re going to have to speak more directly, muse.”

“Don’t –nng– act like you’re not –ah– hard.”

“And if I am? Going to do something about it?”

You palmed him through his boxers, is this morning wood…? He was evidently hard as you witnessed with your own eyes as you lowered the band to free his cock. You ran your finger along the vein in sheer curiosity, did he always get this hard in the mornings?

“Don’t think so hard, just touch me the way you want to.”

“O-okay.” You damned yourself for somehow being shy while he had fingers up your cunt that very moment but you sloppily spit into your hand before grabbing hold of him. You’ve become accustomed to the warmth of saliva, unmatched to the warmth of Taehyung’s body but you had to focus on him.

Your thumb ran across the slit, down the shaft with the rest of your fingers in a fluid motion. Your eyes judged his reaction, the hard bite of his lips was a good sign until he brought his lips against your neck. You moaned loudly at the sudden lick.

“Fuck, honey. Grip me harder.” You heeded his instruction, tightening your grip with each pump of his cock. His audible groans in your ears were distracting in addition to the quickening pace of his fingers.

“T-Tae!” He swiftly lifted your shirt and bra, latching his lips to your bare nipple. He suckled, knowing well how sensitive they were. You could mewl in response, wanting to keep up your own pace.

You brought your other hand to fondle his balls, remembering how much he liked that and a loud grunt reaffirming your memory.

“You don’t play fair.”

“N-neither do you.” You retorted.

“That hurts, honey. But I know much you like when I tease you when I make you a shameful little mess while you come for me over and over again. That pretty face you make just begging for more even then.”

“T-Tae…”

“Show me once more, my little muse.” As he spoke these words, you were already coming. You cursed, cried out his name as he held you up.

Though, you weren’t forgetting something. It wasn’t a graceful way to get on your knees but you wanted to catch him off guard. You took his cock into your mouth, beginning to finish him off.

You haven’t done this before you met him, learning what he liked through his words and actions. He would always praise you each time with a smile, making your heart race a little. It only made you want to please him as much as he does for you, taking the thrusts of his hips that joined your rhythm.

“Holy shit, how can your little tongue feel so good?”

“Just like that, all– all the way down.”

“Fuck, baby, you get better every time.” He praised, you noticing the twitching of his cock before he came down your throat. You took as much you could before pulling away, coughing a bit.

“Oh shit, baby, I didn’t mean to just shoot down your throat without forewarning. Are you alright?” His voice was now full of concern as you nodded your head.

“I-I’m fine.” He helped you to your feet, holding onto you as you stood.

“Okay. I’m not going to lie, it was kind of hot to watch.”

“Coughing included?”

“Maybe not that part.”

“Thought so.”

“Now, onto the next thing.”

“Which is?”

“I like my eggs scrambled.”

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You held onto Taehyung’s arm, partially to keep yourself steady while you wore heels but also you wanted to stay closer to him than usual. Every so often, you’re reminded of the world Taehyung lived in, international elites gathered in banquet halls while they drink and network.

The first event he took you to left you anxious yet impressed. Seeing Taehyung speak so many languages, some with more fluency than others but they all seemed to like him. Of course, you couldn’t imagine them not liking him, so charismatic, so…perfect.

“Muse?”

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? If you need us to go, just shoot me an ‘X’.”

“I remember, Tae. I guess I’m not used to this yet.”

“That’s alright. I don’t mind if I have to stick by you all night–“

“No! I mean– you should do what you always do, don’t let me stop you.”

“You’re not holding me back, you’re the only thing that makes these events worthwhile.” He kissed your head, continuing to guide you into the large room when many were gathered.

“Ah, Mr. Kim! Ma’am! Welcome.”

“Good evening, I take it you may know where I’m seated.”

“Right this way.” The two of you followed, being seated near a couple you’ve seen before.

“Ah, it’s Miss Y/N, yes?” The man piped up, god why didn’t he just do the dude thing where he talks to the other man in a couple while the women talked? Yes, you could admit it would be weird if he didn’t acknowledge you but you didn’t want to carry on any conversation.

“Yes…”

“You look stunning, never thought the colour champagne was easy to pull but here you are.”

“You look…um…nice as well.”

“What a tender compliment.” What does that even mean? You pondered while his attention turned to Taehyung.

“Taehyung, I didn’t realize how stylish your suit is. Is that Balmain?”

“Custom from an Italian tailor. A gift from a generous friend.”

“Generous, indeed. You look impeccable.”

“Enough with the flattery, it doesn’t make my heart flutter as much as my lady or business.”

“Straight to the point. I like it.” They started talking more about business, your interest running dry. The man’s plus one was silent, maybe she wasn’t much of a talker either. You figured it didn’t matter much if you said anything though it would be nice to not have to cling to Taehyung at every event…

“Darling?”

“Yes?”

“Is there anything you’d like to drink?”

“I’m fine, Tae.”

“Okay.” He kissed your cheek before walking off with the man.

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

“W-what?”

She suddenly spoke, her tone icy and the disdain was clear. Was that what she was thinking while you sat there?

“You’re so different than the women he’s been with before, it’s giving me whiplash.”

“Does that even matter?”

“Either your status is unmatched or he took pity on you. I’m leaning towards pity with that dress.”

“Wow, you sound pretty jealous for someone that’s already in a relationship.”

“I’m just speaking the truth. Pesky little gold diggers like you don’t deserve to be around men like my Tae–“

You didn’t realize your reflexes reacting before your hand connected with her face. It felt like time slowed after you slapped her. The thought of this woman trying to claim your boyfriend enraged you, especially when she already had someone no less. The moment of gratification from her shock was bliss until you heard a voice.

“Y/N–?” You looked to see Taehyung staring at you. He had two bottles of water in his hands and the other man already grabbed the cold woman as she began to weep.

“I-“

“Let’s go.” He mumbled, quickly whisking you out the room with onlookers gossiping. You only followed, Taehyung only stopping when the valet came around with his car.

He silently opened the door, allowing you to clumsily step in before walking into his seat. The drive was quiet, he held your hand the whole way home. You shouldn’t have found solace in that, he could sense your anxiety levels soaring and wanted to ease your mind somehow.

“I heard what she said.” He didn’t speak until he was parked at your apartment building.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I did. I almost forgot that…”

“Go on…”

“One of my old flings. She probably thought she still had something with me.”

“Oh.” He slept with her before, huh…

“Were you the one to end things?”

“Yes.” You’ve always appreciated his honesty but god, you wished he’d lie to you now.

She was right, you were so different from her. She was curvier, bustier, her hair was longer, her lips much plumper than yours. Her wardrobe was probably more elegant and classier than whatever your best dress would ever be.

He truly could have anyone he wants and here he was with you, a woman who could barely keep her emotions in check.

“Muse.”

“I’m sorry. I-I messed up your deal and embarrassed you in front of all those people.”

“I don’t care. The guy was a hustler, nothing of value to offer.”

Not like you had anything either.

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“It’ll blow over. Most people were too drunk to care and they won’t remember next time.” Would there even be a next time?

“Ah…”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Aw, such sweet lips like yours shouldn’t be telling me lies, you know.”

“I-I’m not.”

“Are you sure?”

You swore if he asked again, you might burst into tears. All this time he’s spending on you is taking away from someone who deserves him much more than you.

“I’m just a little tired.”

“Let me walk you upstairs, then.”

“It’s alright, Tae. I’m a big girl, I can make it to the elevator just fine.”

“Then, good night my muse.”

“Night.” You got out of the car, waving to him until he was out of sight. The first mascara-filled tear hit the pavement before the flood gates of more followed.

You eventually made it to your apartment, quickly wiping off the rest of your makeup and you laid in bed, hugging the body pillow Taehyung had gotten you. He gifted you his cologne, instructing you to use it whenever you missed him. And missed him you did.

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You hadn’t seen him much since the event, luckily it meant that you didn’t have to talk about that night. But it only gave your insecurities a chance to grow with the seeds planted by that woman.

You cursed yourself for even considering what she said but if she was an example of the women that piqued his interest, you didn’t fully check out all the boxes.

“So, let me get this straight. You end up talking to one of his old flings and now you can’t stop thinking the words of some bitter bitch who can’t get over the fact she got dumped?” You decided to invite your best friend, Reina, for a girl’s date. You didn’t know when the conversation turned into this but it felt cathartic to speak on the elephant in the room.

“It’s not that. She just reminded me of how different I and Tae are, he’s well versed in so many things, travelled around the world and the farthest place I’ve been is across the country to visit my grandparents.”

“So what? You’re going to break up with him, so he can find someone else?”

“N-no…” When did you become so greedy? You don’t think you’re good enough for him but you didn’t want to let him go either.

“Then?”

“I just want to do something with him he’s never done before. Something new for us.”

“Something new, huh?” You didn’t like the glint in her eye that matched the smirk on her face.

“I don’t like that look on your face.”

“Oh, sweet Y/N, I’m trying to help. Pretty sure this is exactly what you and Taehyung need.”

Even so, you were understandably fearful of what she had in store.

She bossed you into taking a shower and dressing up in a simple dress. You were reluctant in all of this, unsure of what she had up her sleeve until you saw Taehyung standing in your apartment.

“T-Taehyung?”

“I missed you.”

“I-I did too…”

“Man, you two need a lot more work, huh? Taehyung, take her somewhere nice.”

“W-wait, where is this going?”

“Just trust me! Now, shoo.” Taehyung took your hand, the sudden kinship catching you off-guard and allowing him to lead you downstairs.

“I thought you were busy…” You sat him in his car again, him taking off somewhere.

“I was… but Reina told me you weren’t feeling well, so I came immediately.”

“That’s not exactly it…well…maybe.”

“I see. “

“A-anyways, it was so mean of her to kick out of my apartment. I was in the middle of Thor.”

“You have an unhealthy obsession with Chris Hemsworth.”

“He’s the better-looking Hemsworth.”

“He’s married with children, muse.”

“Let me have dreams, Taehyung.”

“As long as they’re about me, not him.”

“Alright, Mr. Jealous.”

“How could I be envious? I have you already, I was your first. I find that hard to top.” That word again, first. You know he was just teasing, it didn’t stop the feeling of inadequacy that stunned you back into awkward silence. He parked in an empty lot, lit by a street light but it didn’t matter much.

“Y/N?” He rarely called you by your name, reserved for moments of shock or worry, his tone pointing to worry. You hated yourself for letting some has-been tell you what you are, to make you feel all these useless emotions that just picked away at you. You were so happy before, was it just blissful ignorance?

“Just breathe.” You took a deep breath before exhaling. You were a mess.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re a bad liar. Your leg hasn’t stopped shaking since we got in the car.” A common gesture that didn’t mask your anxiousness.

“Is it about the other night?”

“If it was?”

“Tell me how you’re feeling, thinking. As much as I wish I was a mind reader, you’re pretty good at keeping some cards to your chest.”

“Would make me a good poker player.”

“Would bet on you every time. But don’t try to distract me now.” You knew getting into an enclosed space like a car where you couldn’t–of course, he locked the doors already. Can’t get your way out of this one, huh?

“It’s stupid.”

“If it’s affecting you this much, then it’s not.”

“She told me I was different than what you’ve had in the past. Then you admit you’ve… been with her before and I know… I-I sound really stupid right now, but I can’t get it out of my head. What the fuck do I have that she doesn’t? Everything we do, it’s just new to me and the same old to you. I don’t–“ You were babbling, sobbing partway through your ramble and you wanted to crawl back into bed.

He cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears as they fell.

“I love you. That’s what you have that she doesn’t. I was her ATM and she was just an outlet for me to feed my desires. Every time I wanted her, the next day I would see a bunch of charges to my card. She snapped at me one day when I wouldn’t fly her out to some fashion show and I cut my card. That’s why I left her. I was numb, just throwing myself into parties, anything where I could feel numb with people all around.” He ruffled his hair, probably feeling frustrated with his former self. He wasn’t looking at you now, did he feel ashamed?

“Then I met you. A cute girl that paints. I still remember how I’d let you use my arm to mix colours. The sweet giggles that left your lips when I got paint in my hair.”

“I still remember how I felt when you kissed me first. Granted, you were a bit tipsy but it felt like something woke me up. I didn’t have to feel numb anymore.”

“So I like that you’re different. Because when I do anything with you, it feels different too.”

“Taehyung.”

“I’m just rambling, aren’t I?”

“Taehyung.” It was your turn to cup his cheek and make him look at you.

“Why are you crying harder than before?”

“Because your speech is beautiful, you ass.”

“Not sure if I should be insulted or flattered.”

“Take it as both.”

“Noted.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For not telling you sooner.”

“I’m sorry for not letting you know how I feel. Here.” He took one of your hands, placing it on his chest. With the bounding beat of his heart, you looked at his face to notice he was blushing and you could feel your face grow hot.

“Beats this much for you.”

“Alright, you’re being so cheesy.”

“Which type, gouda or cheddar?”

“God, you don’t stop, do you?”

“I want to keep you happy, so I’ll be silly, serious and sexy whenever you want.” Of course, he had to toss in sexy. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to laugh.

“There it is. The prettiest sound in the world.”

“Enough, you have more sap than a maple tree.”

“Does my syrup taste as good?”

“And…now it’s sexual.”

“It already was when I saw… is that red lace, hm?”

“I-It’s not my fault, I forgot to do laundry.”

“Mmhm, is that so?” He wasn’t waiting for an answer, leaning in to kiss you. It’s been so long–too long since you felt his soft lips against yours and you only wanted to savour the taste of him. You pouted when he pulled away, his lips meeting your neck this time.

“T-Tae.”

“Hmm?” His hot tongue left sloppy kisses, your head feeling dizzy until you heard his phone vibrate. A lot.

“Fuck. I don’t wanna.”

“Maybe it’s important.”

“So are you.”

“Pick it up, Taehyung.”

“I like that tone, you should use it more.” You shot a glare at him as he picked up the phone.

“Yeah, it’s done? I’ll come back.” He slipped his phone back in his pocket, sighing as he started the car.

“I was about to get to the good part.”

“Maybe we could continue this later…”

“I like the sound of that.” He drove you back, holding your hand as you two went back to your apartment.

“What are you doing?” He stood behind you, covering your eyes all of a sudden.

“Just go with it.” You let him lead you in, covering your own eyes as he guided you in.

“Alright, open them.” You did, seeing a blank canvas with some paint and towels carefully placed around an air mattress.

“We’re painting?”

“I thought I mix two passions, painting and having sex with you so… sex painting sounded like a good mashup to me.”

“Where did you even get this?” You turned to him, seeing him grinning mischievously. Eerily similar to Reina’s…

“Yesterday, Amazon prime is heaven-sent.”

“Have you… done this before?” You’re kind of shocked that he knew about something like this, then again he was the more adventurous of the two of you.

“I haven’t. I want to do this with you.”

“Okay…”

“I believe we were in the middle of something earlier.”

“Were we?”

“Let me give you a refresher.” He uttered before pressing his lips against yours. It felt a shock of electricity shot down your spine when he kissed you, energizing you. You let him slip off your dress while you unbuttoned his jeans, stealing kisses between.

“Holy shit.” He exclaimed as he eyed the red lingerie in more detail. You felt more exposing in it than when you’re naked but hearing him hum as his hands ran around over your body made you feel better.

“I almost don’t want to let you wear clothes, ever. So fucking pretty.”

“Pretty little thing, always weak to my touch.” It was a familiar scene, his fingers playing with your pussy. He walked you back to the wall, your back against the hard surface.

“I want a taste this time.” You were almost puzzled until he sunk to his knees, his hand gently opening your legs. You could feel his breath against your panties, the mesh between the lace barely covering your pussy.

God, his fingers touched you gently before he pushed the panties to the side. His eyes were locked on yours as he ran his tongue around your exposed pussy.

“F-fuck.”

You felt your mind go numb, the sensation of his tongue teasing around your clit. It was shameful how wet you became.

“Look at me, muse.” You didn’t think you could, to watch him slowly unravel you with slow flicks of his tongue. His lips wrapped around your clit, slightly tugging and you grew more aroused.

He seemed to pick up on it, his pace hastening and you almost wanted to cover your face due to the sound of your wetness.

“O-oh god– yes–” You buried your hands into his hair, gently tugging and he breathed against you

“That didn’t hurt, did it? I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for it, I like it.”

“O-Oh.”

“You’re so cute. I just want to mess you up.” He slipped in two fingers with little effort, continuing to stimulate you while he spoke.

“But then again, I want to see you come all over my face. Maybe you’ll squirt all over me like last time. I can only imagine how pretty your sobs will be this time, or will I get a delicious whimper?.”

“T-Taehyung.” He talks so dirty with such ease, his voice bearing no shame while you grow bothered by his words.

“Don’t hold back on me now.” He muttered before pressing his lips against your clit once again.

It was that simple gesture that brought you to your climax, the feeling of his fingers venturing as deep inside you as they could. Those lips of his, now pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh as he slid your underwear off.

“So good for me.” He rose to his feet again, kissing behind your ear.

“It’s not fair that you’re still dressed.”

“You going to do something about it, darling?” You bit your lip, he’s really going to push you into taking the lead, huh?

You started with his shirt, pulling the soft black cotton material over his head before unbuckling his jeans.

“So how do we do this?” You slipped his pants down along with his boxers, him kicking them off for you.

“Pick a colour?” He unhooked your bra, tossing it whenever you threw his shirt.

“Um blue?”

“Good choice.” He led you over to the canvas, grabbing the blue bottle of paint and pouring it into his hands.

“Isn’t there instructions?”

“Not when it comes to art, my muse. Just follow my lead for now.” You were pretty sure he wanted to touch you more, using the paint as an excuse to ready you for the canvas but you weren’t complaining.

“Cover me in red, baby.” He handed you the paint bottle, letting you touch wherever you’d like. Your hands lingered around his chest, first, your handprints were what you’d seen before his body was more covered in the paint.

He used a towel to rub as much paint off his hands, the rest already dried. He picked up a condom on the coffee table, quickly applied it before looking at you.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You laid down, Taehyung climbing on top of you. He didn’t give you time to think, kissing you again while the tip of his cock teased your cunt.

You gasped in his mouth as he plunged into you, his cock slowly stretching every inch of you.

He was gentle, his hips rocking into yours as his hands held himself up over you. Your mind went numb as he continued to thrust. He kept moving positions with you, the two of you fucking every inch of the canvas.

“I love how blue looked on you, now a light shade of purple.”

“Are you getting turned on by colour theory right now?”

“Something about being able to make you cry out my name while we make art together, I guess.”

“God, why is that so hot?”

“Well, I did start with red.”

“Shut up.”

“I hope you don’t.” He thrusted harder than before, cutting off any response you had with a whine.

“Take it.”

“You– haah– might tear– the canvas.”

“A chance– nnn– to do this again, haah.”

He got on you on your stomach, fervously thrusting from behind and you couldn’t muster words. You could tell he was close, as were you but you waited for the final push.

“Shit. You good, baby?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t fall asleep on me, sweetheart. We need to wash off the paint.”

“Sounds like round 2 to me.”

“Oh? We better get started.”

“T-Tae?” You exclaimed as Taehyung swept you off the canvas, carrying you to the bathroom eagerly.

“Prepare yourself, muse.”

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