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agustdmono · 6 years ago

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MASTERPIECE; kth Oneshot (M)

Pairing(s): Kim Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Ever since you moved into their town, you loved the work of the artist who owned a shop near your home. Eventually, you become a regular and grew close as just friends. Will you accept his offer and participate in his newest project?

Word Count: 7.8K+

Genre(s): ONESHOT! Mature (18+), Smut, bts AU (Artist Taehyung)

Caution(s): Slight dom!Taehyung, Y/N is painted on and then put against a canvas, lots of foreplay and teasing, oral (Y/N receives), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, fluff ending

Author’s Note: We tried to pull thru the artist block. Tried. ((*゜Д゜)ゞ” - Thena

Moving into a new apartment was difficult, but unpacking and setting up all of the furniture was worse. Still, you had to stick to protocol and go through all of the steps to break the new place in. You finally finished setting up the last household item, but you noticed that your walls felt too empty. You stood there with your hands on your hips just observing how boring it was to look at. If anything, you thought that you could sleep where you stood. There were no paintings, photos, or shelves hung up whatsoever. To get a headstart on some sort of decoration, you took out your laptop and tried searching for the nearest art shop. After a few minutes of browsing, you stumbled upon Vee, that happened to be walking distance. Excited, you grabbed your purse and put on your shoes and headed for the store.

When you arrived at the front of the shop, your eyes were already observing the exterior of the building. The store was simple; yet it managed to stick out, compared to the surrounding stores. The next thing you knew, your hand was already against the cold metal of the door. You heard the chime above the frame once you took one step into the area. There were other customers present, but it wasn’t too crowded to the point of it being overwhelming. You received a couple glances and welcoming smiles from a few people; which you assumed were locals. The vibe here seemed to be homely, and not to mention, how the quietness soothed you like a lullaby. The atmosphere was just all around calming.

While taking your first waltz through the store, you eyed the paintings up and down. It as if you were picky with your choice, and when you reached the halfway point, the first painting that caught your eye was the surrealist movement. You were fascinated by the way the brush strokes protruded ever-so-slightly out of the canvas. From the front view, it looks completely flat and 2D, but when you stepped to the side, you could see other parts of the work from a different perspective.

“That’s my favorite one too,” a male commented.

You were startled by the sudden statement. The male stood close to you wearing an apron covered in paint splatters, but he managed to get some on his face. While he held his hands behind him, observing the painting like you previously were, you couldn’t help drag your attention towards him instead. You’d be lying to yourself if you thought the guy wasn’t attractive, but you weren’t here to scout for a man. You asked how much the piece was, and his answer was a little over your budget. Although it was only three digits, the wallet in your purse was screaming, and you felt defeated. The various artworks on the shelves were beautiful too, but you found yourself drawn, specifically, to this one.

“I’ll come back when I have more money,” you sheepishly explained. “I just moved here, and I don’t have enough cash on me at the moment.”

“It’s okay!” he beamed. “I’ll give you a discount since you just moved in.”

You were taken aback by his kind gesture. Of course, you accepted his suggestion since it was a good deal. When he took down the painting from the wall, he held it tightly with one hand, ensuring to use the other to seal the deal. Once the two of you shook hands and exchanged smiles, he traveled over to the counter. Behind it, he took out bubble wrap and secured your purchase. After you paid for the item, you thanked him for the discount.

“I’ll be coming back more often,” you smiled as you tucked your wallet away.

“Great! I love having regulars,” he exclaimed. “You can call me Taehyung, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung. I look forward to seeing you later.”

As he offered you another one of his boxy smiles, you left the store enthusiastically.

You practically bolted back home, but you were careful not to drop the artwork. After receiving 50% off the painting, you wanted to make sure that you took care of it. Finally, as your apartment complex came into view, you let out a relieved sigh. Before you knew it, you were already up the elevator and prepared to make a beeline for your door. As soon as you kicked your shoes off, you went straight for your toolbox under the sink. Taking out the hammer and nail in one hand―the painting still in the other―you walked over to your living room. Now, this was the indecisive part: knowing where to hang up the new piece. But without thinking about it too much, you casually strode over to the empty wall beside the bookshelf. It was a place where the art would clearly be seen, so it was more than perfect.

You finally had a steady income with your office job, and you found yourself coming into Taehyung’s store every week for the next month. Every time you walked out, you’d find yourself holding a new purchase and the two of you undoubtedly got closer. With his charm, irresistible smile, and contagious laugh, you were captivated more and more by the day.

This week though, you couldn’t visit him because four of your coworkers were on vacation, and you had to fill in their spots in order to keep the office running properly. Piles of paperwork were given to you, and you would leave the company building around 11pm. You were torn and drained from the amount of stress you took for the team. Thankfully it came with extra pay; otherwise, you would have walked out of there faster than anyone could say, “oops.” Once you received your paycheck at the end of the week, you were excited to spend it at your favorite shop: Vee.

After meeting up with your coworkers, who were on vacation, you were stoked to know that you were able to go back to your original schedule. You excitedly walked to the shop and didn’t bother changing out of your work attire. Walking around the shop, you spotted Taehyung already occupied with one of his regular customers. You waited by the cash register, holding the item you were ready to buy. It was a sculpture of a three-headed dragon. Taehyung walked up to the counter with the customer lingering by his side and helped her out with her purchase. They both made small talk as he rung her up, but it felt like forever while you waited. As the lady left, you watched as he quickly made his way to the back to grab some water. And once he came out, you flashed him a smile and a small wave. You were too busy digging into your purse to notice that he halted in his steps. Right when he saw you, his eyes scanned your physique. He then took another quick sip of his water, eyes wide and still looking passed his cup, before helping you out. The last bit of his beverage ended with a loud gulp; which then made you look up. Maybe that pencil skirt on you was a little too tight for his liking.

“H-How was work? I, uh… I missed you last week,” he stuttered, struggling to keep his eyes off of you.

“Last week was absolute hell for me,” you complained, running your finger through your hair, already frustrated at the thought. “They let me off early because my coworkers finally came back from their vacation. You know, I’m envious of you, Tae.”

“Really? Why?” he asked.

“You’re living your dream as an artist,” you stated, looking around the entire shop in awe. “I wish I could do the same.”

There was a slight pause between the two of you, causing the air to increase with tension. It wasn’t too noticeable, but you could tell there was something going on in that mind of his. You looked up at him, and as expected, he had that look in his eyes as if he were in deep thought.

“I want to show you something. It’s upstairs, but I need to help all these customers first,” he informed.

Initially, you were a bit skeptical, but you’ve known Taehyung long enough to trust him at this point. He led you to a door in the back of his store and pushed it open; which revealed a suspicious staircase. The two of you walked up the stairs until you reached another door. He rummaged in the front pocket of his pants to fish out his key to unlock the second door. When he motioned you to go in first, you nodded shyly. You just saw a studio full of empty canvases, sealed paint buckets, a large tarp, and all of the art supplies someone could probably think of, lying around. You stood in the middle of the room, fascinated by the view of the streets through the windows and the unfinished paintings.

Taehyung smirked at your reaction: glad you were interested in his workroom. Not many people knew about it; and by that, the only people who currently know are just you and him. When it came to his private room, he wanted to keep the space to himself. But when he met you, all while getting to know you as well, he wanted to become a little closer.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said with apologetic eyes, before rushing down to help any remaining customers.

You found yourself roaming around the studio by yourself. The room was fairly large, and the windows definitely accentuated that characteristic. You surely didn’t mind waiting on Taehyung, but you found yourself to be a little bored. To occupy yourself until he was to appear again, you glided passed some of the paintings. There was another particular piece that caught your eye, but you could tell he was still working on it. Because his equipment was still near the canvas and the paint was still wet, you made sure you kept your distance. He was painting a portrait of a female, but it was too difficult to depict who it was due to the lack of detail.

“I’m still working on that one,” he mentioned, as he closed the door behind him.

You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion but finding it somewhat humorous. Once you noticed the gleam reflecting from the sun in his eyes, he bowed his head. Before you could ask him about the other customers for conversation, he motioned you to follow him. With that, you trailed behind him, looking past his shoulder to peek at what he was moving towards. The two of you walked up to a large canvas and you couldn’t help but wonder why he needed such a huge canvas; taller than an average human. It had to be at least seven feet tall. He was grinning from ear to ear, and you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“This is my next project, and I wanted to ask you if you’d like to be a part of it,” he explained, excitedly clapping his hands lightly.

“W-Wait, really?” you questioned, shocked obvious with your expression. “Am I really worthy enough for your art?”

The look on his face looked almost as shocked as your previous one.

“Of course!” he smiled.

You felt honored but astonished at the same time because the offer was so sudden. You wanted to help your favorite artist, so you might as well be apart of it right?

“What do I have to do?” you asked.

“I don’t want to give too much away,” he hummed, “but I’ll need to paint on your body.”

“Huh?”

“I mean o-only if you’re okay with it,” he chuckled nervously.

“I’ll do it,” you interjected.

“I understand if you don- oh, you actually said yes.”

“I trust you.”

If he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy because you could see how relieved and happy he was at the same time. He grabbed a sheet and spread the item on the ground so that paint wouldn’t get onto his floor. He pulled the canvas closer to the setup and placed paint buckets near the edges of the sheet.

“We can take it slow if you want.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you nodded.

You removed your heels before setting foot onto the sheet. You started off with unbuttoning your shirt; which exposed your black bra. The air conditioning was on and the cold air was hitting your bare skin. You slid the rest off and waited for Taehyung to finish mixing the paint. Once he turned around, he nearly dropped his paintbrush at the sight of you. Your chest was facing him and you did your best to not look shy. If anything, you kept a straight face, but you had to clench your jaw.

He invaded your personal space the moment he took a step towards you. You tilted your head up to avoid his gaze. You could feel his hot breath travel down your torso as the brush lightly tickles your skin. At one point you let out a giggle because you’re ticklish. You had to constantly tell yourself that there are no feelings involved. At least you tried to.

“Can I remove your bra?” he asked.

You snapped out of your thoughts. You felt your face get heated at his question, but you ended up nodding. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and fumbled with the clasp of your bra until he successfully unhooked the undergarment. You slipped the item off of you and threw it somewhere.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled to himself.

Unfortunately, you didn’t quite catch that, but he went back to coating your body with paint. When he got to your breasts, you shivered at the feeling of the brush rubbing against your sensitive skin. Eventually, he got to your nipples and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning. You swore you stopped breathing. He saw you struggling and it made him want to make you squirm at his touch.

“Remove your skirt please,” he politely requested.

There’s no backing out now. You were about to pull down your skirt until you remembered what you were wearing underneath: sheer thigh-high socks. Your work had a dress code: if you wear a skirt, cover your skin with stockings. But you're lazy and you know how much of a hassle stockings can be. Taehyung is going to be in for a surprise.

You pulled your skirt down and kicked it off to the side. Your gaze met his and you saw the hunger in his eyes for a quick second. He mumbled something under his breath before he could continue.

“Trying to impress someone?”

“Work dress code,” you briefly explained. “Didn’t want to wear stockings, so I improvised.”

He cleared his throat and nodded. The sight of you was driving him insane, so he had to work quickly, but he can’t stop the tent in his loose-fitted pants from growing. He squatted down before you noticed the bulge in his pants; which he was thankful you weren’t able to catch.

When he started, he only painted within the lining of your socks, making sure that the lowest part of you would be finished. Since the squatting position wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, he wanted to get that part done as soon as possible. You even offered to remove them in order to ease his focus on not getting the paint on the stockings, but he insisted that the top half of your thighs was enough. Apparently, it wasn’t enough for you though. He seemed so focused on such a vulnerable part of you; yet, you were sure he only had eyes for any empty spots he’d leave. As you peered down at him, you licked your lips as he stroked the paint near your groin. JESUS. Even then, you were sure you held your breath by the abundance of nerves that ate your stomach away.

“Can you spread your legs a bit more?” he questioned.

As he spoke, you felt his hot breath once again; only this time against your core. You knew that your thong was soaked at this point. Just then, you wish you could recite every single curse word known to man, and you hoped that he wouldn't notice that. Lucky for you, your undergarment was black; which could hide your excitement. It wasn’t until you met his eyes that you reluctantly nodded. Once the cold red paint hit your skin, you inhaled a deep breath to calm a part of your mind. Just when you thought you settled down, you felt a light graze over your core. It instantly brought a yelp out of you, feeling embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he innocently pretended.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, not seeing through his playful act.

When you thought you knew Taehyung, you definitely didn’t. He was always the type to be full of surprises; and yet, here you are thinking that this is some sort of untamed project of his. While you were the source of it all, you were starting to think that there might be a little catch to this entire ordeal.

“You good?” he hummed, painting inches away from your heated center.

“Y-Yeah,” you gulped. “I’m just fine. Are you good?”

“With this view?” he rhetorically asked. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“What?” you questioned, dumbfounded with how honest he was being.

“Nothing…” he casually trailed off, leaning closer to sigh against you.

At this point, you had a gut feeling that he was legitimately trying to torture you. But since you didn’t want to ruin his newest art piece, you tried so hard to avoid asking too many nosy questions, and you do also recall him not wanting to give too much away.

“Done!” he exclaimed.

Finally, you mentally told yourself. You closed your eyes, noticing he pushed himself from off of the ground. Just when you thought it was over, he placed his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to turn around.

“I just have to do your back now,” he added, a toothy smile still on his face.

Knowing that you would stutter when you spoke, you just nodded, tying up your hair to give him space. Assuming that he would use the same brush was probably the worst decision; especially when you felt his hands tracing the curves of your hips and back.

“Is this okay?” he asked, stopping at your hip.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered.

“Seems like that’s the only word you know,” he chuckled, still wandering his stained hands all over your body. “Are you nervous?”

“J-Just keep going,” you reassured, knowing your nervousness was too much to hide at this point.

“Let me know if its too much for you, alright?”

Yet again, you had no words but a silly action that encouraged him to continue. With the thickness and quality of the paint, all of the substances on your body weren’t drying. You were somewhat confused with this concept he had going on. Maybe, you thought, that he would end up taking a picture of it to gain some inspiration for later, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Instead, you looked over your shoulder to see Taehyung, both hands covered with red, and flickering his eyes between all parts of your body. What made you even more anxious was how comfortable you were under his control and line of vision. Beforehand, you were just aching between your legs, but when he tilted his head, you could tell he wasn’t exactly done. He made his point to go even further, obvious with the look plastered all over his face.

“What next?” you dared to wonder out loud.

He hummed, reaching for the nearest cloth to wipe off the excess paint on his hands. Although they weren’t completely off, he figured that it was as good as it was going to get.

“You’ll see,” he hinted with a mischievous smirk.

You thought he would need it when painting; especially on a canvas so large, but apparently not. You also noticed him beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. In a slight panic, your eyes attempted to look anywhere but at the being before you. You could already imagine how you looked: trying hard to not appear astonished and in a trance when the skin of his torso was exposed. You just watched―as creepy as it sounded―you didn’t know how attracted you were to Taehyung until now. The boy you met in the shop the first day: sweet as can be, offering you a discount on your first purchase, turned out to be a total man who knew how to handle himself just right.

“Taehyung,” you called softly.

While he peeled the top from his body, he glanced up at with raised brows. The way his brown doe eyes sparkled under the natural sunlight brought a shy grin to your lips. But when you didn’t say anything more than that, a grin grew on his face as well. It was like the Taehyung you thought you knew had a hidden part of him.

“Have you figured it out yet?” he teased, tracing the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

It was likely that he was going to do the same thing that he did to you; except reversed of course. Maybe he would hand you the bucket of red paint, a paint brush, and a side of directions to go with it. But rather than leaving yourself not fully satisfied with your assumption, you made the bold decision to ask him.

“A-Are you gonna show me?” you stuttered.

“Come here,” he smirked.

You couldn’t believe those words and the expression on his face. There were really no lies when you looked into his eyes. There was a small stumble when you only took one step towards him, your knees getting weaker when you came into a realization. When he began taking off his shoes and socks, your eyes still watched his fingertips play with the waistband peeking above the button of his pants.

“Maybe you can help me with these,” he suggested, a smirk laying calmly on his lips.

As said, you took your time to approach Taehyung with caution. On the other hand, you had the thought of the paint on your body getting all over the place. Luckily, you both stayed standing on the tarp so the substance wouldn’t be all over his floors. When you glanced back up to his eyes, you could tell that the emotions behind them changed into something darker; lustful in a way, causing a chill to run down your spine at an instant. You then pressed your lips together as you realized you were taking in the entirety of his person’s image. While your attention ran over his bare skin, they steadily made their way down to his midsection. You recalled letting out a short breath out of forgetting how to breathe in the first place. Never did you think you would find yourself in this position to undress Taehyung. If anything, you would have thought that he would take you out to a nice dinner first like any other naive male. Now that you were here, you just had to shake your head; resisting the thought of an innocent male when he practically instructed to assist him with stripping down any leftover material.

“I have all the time in the world,” he huffed behind a light chuckle. “And apparently you do too; by how you’re just staring.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, letting your eyes fall to the ground.

You felt a taller presence in closer proximity. Peeking up at Taehyung, you made out a genuine smile as you looked passed your eyelashes. You were hoping that he didn’t find your lack of eagerness irritating.

“How about I give you a hand, hm?” he suggested, gently tracing his fingers along your arms.

As your eyes gazed down at his, you gave a small nod. You didn’t know what came over you, being an outgoing and confident person outside. Something about this type of scene really made you uneasy, wondering if you suited any of it. Somehow you also felt bad that Taehyung had to speak so much for a piece of art. All while pulling yourself out of thought, you were directed towards the cold metal of the round button at the top of his pants. But, that wasn’t the only thing you noticed either.

“Would you be opposed to me fucking you against that canvas?” he blurted.

You couldn’t believe your ears with what you’ve just heard. What made the entire scenario more unbelievable was the way his gaze intensified at his question. Your lack of eagerness must have made him doubt his actions. When you just stood there in shock, you felt as if neither one of you could take a breath. Despite his seriousness, you could feel his nervousness emitting from him. By taking a moment and inhaling a deep breath, you hummed out. Of course, you wouldn’t be against the idea of it; especially since he was Taehyung of all people, but the nerves were all the things that stopped you from presenting any confidence in yourself.

“I mean, I’m not oppo-”

And that must have been his exact cue. To gain a certain surge of reassurance that you were for the idea, he had to hear it from you. Apparently, though, he couldn’t help himself after you began. As his full lips pressed against yours, the palms of his hands immediately wrapped around your lower back for support. To say you were taken back once again would be a lie. You sort of had it coming by the way he was already hungrily licking his lips when you opened your mouth. Just then, you didn’t want to think about it; instead, you wanted to catch the two of you in this intimate moment together. It was like you were getting lost by how tangled the two of you were gradually getting. Your fingers would find their way up to his brunette locks to search for some sort of pull. You tugged gently, causing his moans to vibrate into your own mouth. From the gains of pleasure, you felt your center getting heated once again. As you were lead into the direction of the canvas, you were waiting to feel the flat surface against the apple of your back. The both of you were anticipating the sudden stop once the object stood in the way.

Just then, as the rigid frame was felt, you pulled away from the kiss. Your hands remained unmoved in Taehyung’s hair with a specific look in your eyes this time. He quickly dipped his head into the crook of your neck. As if it were natural, you tilted your head to give him more access. He brought his hands up to your breasts and massaged them. His lips were attached to your neck, and you felt how he roughly sucked on you. You felt the bed of his fingers playing around with your sensitive buds, so there was no point in holding back your soft mewls. Pleased with your reaction, he continued to leave marks all over your neck. Soon enough, you felt his hands cupping underneath your ass. By doing this, he pulled you even closer, causing paint to smear on his body. Surprised with the unexpected action, you let out a gasp. You instantly raised your own hands to rest on top of his shoulders. Letting out a sheepish smile, you trailed your eyes down his torso.

“Take it off for me,” he demanded.

You were thrown off guard by his sudden command. There was no going back now. You brought your hands down to the button of his pants. Your fingers were trembling, not used to the daring action. As you made several attempts, you felt your chin being lifted up by him. Your eyes met his before he spoke.

“Look at me while you do it.”

Without breaking eye contact; eventually, you managed to unbutton the garment. It wasn’t until Taehyung’s eyes flickered between his lower torso and you. You could tell he wanted you to finish him off by tugging his boxers down as well. As his hard-on sprung free, you couldn’t help but swallow the lump that swelled in your throat.

“Don’t be nervous,” he reassuringly spoke, “I’ll take good care of you.”

You still weren’t adjusted to this new side of him, but you��d be lying if you said you weren’t aroused. He kicked his pants and boxers out of the way. While of his hands seized your waist, the other took a hold of your chin so that he was in your line of view. His eyes stared deep into yours; which caused your legs to weaken. Standing became a challenge. Judging by his hooded eyes, you knew that he was ready to give you everything you desired. He was waiting for a hint that you wanted this as much as he did. Instead of waiting for him to make the first move, you leaned in to capture his lips. He was surprised at your sudden confidence. You felt him smile through your kiss. His grip on your waist tightened, and you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip, begging for access to explore your mouth. You opened wide, and he didn’t hesitate to dance his tongue along yours.

As he pulled you closer, you could feel his stiff bulge pressed against the surface of your stomach. He pushed you against the canvas; which caused you to break the kiss. You both were panting at how long you two were going at it. He pushed his right leg in between your thighs; which left you no choice but to spread your legs for him. You were trapped in between his body and the canvas. With nothing to hold on to, you placed your hands on his shoulders to keep a steady balance. He began to press further into you and rubbed his thigh against your womanhood. You tilted your head back and rested on the canvas. He took the opportunity to leave a trail of kisses on your neck and continued to work his way up back to your lips. Once his mouth was on yours again, his hand glided down towards the waistband of your underwear. He played with the band; which was pushing you over the edge. He was near your sensitive area and you wished he would go further. You sucked on his lower lip before pulling away.

“Can’t take anymore, baby?”

His hand was inching closer towards your womanhood and you were getting impatient at this point. You couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. He noticed your actions and stopped his hand from going any further to tease you. You looked at him and almost let out a whine.

“You didn’t answer me Y/N,” he said sternly.

“I want more,” you answered as confidently as possible, making sure you had the same aura of someone on his level.

“Seems like you don’t want it,” he teased while inching closer to your core once more.

“But I do,” you replied.

Just then, you felt his hand retract from their position on your body. You had to quickly take action for yourself. Without thought, you wrapped your arms around his neck and ground on his erection; which made a growl escape past his lips. He was frustrated with how quickly your mood changed. You pressed harder and you saw his teeth biting down on his lower lip. The pale skin around his mouth seemed like it could bleed at any second now. You could tell he was doing his absolute best to keep himself composed. If this doesn’t prove how much you’ve been craving more intimacy, you don’t know what will.

You felt his hands back on your waistband, but this time he didn’t hold back. He made his way past the lining and you already felt his fingers near your pussy. Your hold on his neck tightened as his fingers slide through your folds, and you could hear the wetness of your womanhood. You were embarrassed by how evident your arousal was, but you could see his jaw clenching. The fact that he was able to make you wet for him, definitely turned him on. Without any warning, he stuck a finger into you and pumped in-and-out of you in slow motion. You bit your lip to prevent your screams from being heard, but he couldn’t help but take notice of what you were trying to do. He shoved a second digit into you; which caused your eyes to roll back.

“Let it out,” he directed.

Seeing as how you were still biting onto your lip, he inserted one more finger into you and quickened his pace to unravel the build in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t hold back anymore as the pleasure continued to build up at a rapid pace.

“T-Tae!” You managed to let out.

The satisfaction on his expression was apparent. He used his thumb to rub at your clit to stimulate your core further. You threw your head back and felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure hitting you. His fingers curled in you and it felt too good to resist. Your walls began to clench around his fingers; which indicated that you were close to cumming, but he wasn’t going to let the fun end there. He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving the feeling of dissatisfaction.

You then snapped out of your high when he lifted you up against the canvas. As the palms of his hands reached around your thighs to hold you steady, you pressed your lips together with anticipation. By Taehyung seemed to be taking his time now, scanning your entire body in front of him, you glanced down at how vulnerable you looked. Surely, his tip slipped into your entrance. You hissed in as his unbelievable length pushed inside of you, causing a fit of moans to be released from you and Taehyung. Just when you wanted to catch Taehyung’s eyes, you found the other pair already looking directly at you.

“Taehyung,” you breathed with pleasure.

Taking that as another one of his cues, he ended up thrusting with a pace. As he still held up your weight, he lifted you up and shoved you down onto his cock, to make sure you felt all of him. With each time you took all of his size inside of you, your head would fall back and your jaw slacking open with disbelief. You didn’t know how amazing it could feel. Although, never did you think that this would be something you’d find yourself in.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

“God you’re so big,” you moaned.

When those words came from you, he felt his confidence surge within him.

“I wanna cum on your cock so badly.”

He leaned into your neck and groaned. Your words are pushing him past his limit, but he wanted to enjoy this moment; except, you were making it difficult on him because of how naughty you were.

“Holy shit,” he managed to breathe out. “You’re driving me insane.”

He pulled out of you and you let out a small whine. You felt empty and you missed the feeling of his cock inside of you. To your surprise, he let you down gently, but he spun you around. With your front facing the canvas, he pressed his body against your back until you were fully laid on the surface. He didn’t wait for a sign that you were ready due to his lack of patience. He grabbed your hips and guided you towards his torso. His dick easily slid inside of you; which caused a rush of pleasure that filled throughout your body once more. On his first thrust, he immediately hit your g-spot, causing your knees to buckle. Both of you were reaching your high, but that didn’t stop Taehyung’s brutal pace.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N,” Taehyung mentioned.

“O-Only for you,” you breathed as you took in his cock.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he groaned. “Every time you walked in, I just wanted to make you mine.”

If you weren’t getting your brains fucked right now, your heart would’ve been fluttering at his comment. Perhaps you could also be looking up at him with admiration, but the scenario you were in, put that idea on hold.

“Show me how much you want me,” you challenged.

When you spoke those words, the grip on your hips instantly tightened. Just by imagining it, you guessed what would happen at this very moment. One of his hands soon began to glide up your back, taking in the feel of your soft skin. While letting out a hot breath, he licked the corner of his lips. The look in his eyes was practically burning holes in the back of your exposed body.

You knew that he wouldn’t be too rough with you; until you felt a sharp tug on your hair. It was clearly unexpected on your part, but you weren’t complaining about it. The rush truly gave you that extra oomph to verbally express the pleasure you encountered. The walls overflowed with the sounds of your uneven breaths and deep moans. You then felt his soft lips brush against the shell of your ear; which gave you chills that ran down your spine. As soon as you felt his upper torso pressing against your back, you held your breath. His pace decreased in speed; which made you somewhat nervous.

“Don’t test me, baby,” he teased with a smirk. “I’ll have to show you next time.”

The nibble you felt on your ear then caused you to let out a mewl. You wanted to beg for more but couldn’t; due to the fact, he cut you off with his chilling tone.

“Let’s see what I can show you now,” he concluded.

“Please,” you whispered, not even taking a second to reply.

With your eyes closed shut, you wanted to take in every single second, needing to take in the unbelievable rush he gave you. It was like he could read your mind when his pace suddenly increased. As the pull on your hair remained, you arched your back to catch the slightest glimpse of him. He looked amazing with his bangs tousled in front of his forehead, sweat only starting to glisten on his chest and his eyes that caught your gaze again. The connection you felt didn’t fail to make itself obvious when you caught each other at the right time. When you locked both of your eyes, you offered him a genuine smile. As a result, Taehyung leaned forward; which lead his cock to sink further into you. Your mouth resembled the shape of an “o” with the inevitable feeling. Watching him inch his face closer, your stare exchanged between his lips and eyes with a sudden craving.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented just before he pressed his lips against yours.

Taehyung could switch between two moods. One second he could be an absolutely charming, but the moment his dominance outshined through his actions.

When you thought things couldn’t go any better than it already was, your eyes widened at the impeccable speed. His movements were unexpected when you felt his dick reach further than before; only at this time, he slowly pushed deeper without that initial quick pace. Your mind was running; yet, you could feel your legs falling weaker with his pattern. He’d start by quickening his thrust into you, but he would also slow down to shove himself as far as he could. Just by the various sounds of your breaths intertwining with each other’s, you moans were practically like a second language.

He took a hold of your leg and held it up as he pounded into you. He was able to fuck you deeper; which made you scream for him.

“I’m gonna-” you stuttered, trying your best to hold it in.

“I’m almost there, babe,” he informed, placing soft sweet kisses on your shoulder.

As his teeth grazed your body, you couldn’t bring yourself to let out a breath. If you let that happen, you knew you would be bringing yourself to release. Trying to gain all of your energy, all you needed was to wait for Taehyung. What didn’t help was when all of his breaths being cut short after every thrust into you. You could hear the exhaustion, from not only you but from the other who held you so close.

“I’m coming, Y/N,” he told breathlessly.

It was clear to you both that unwinding at the same time had significance. Once you felt Taehyung’s warm embrace wrapping around your waist, you let out a satisfied breath. He pulled out of you, and you were able to relax again after standing up for who knows how long.

“We need to wash off,” he chuckled.

“Please,” you agreed, sounding out a similar light-hearted laugh.

He leads you to the bathroom and helped you get cleaned up immediately. The hot steam really did wonders for both of your bodies; especially after coming undone together. Unfortunately, the time you spend together was short-lived. After you finished just before Taehyung could, you made a beeline for the set of clothes he prepared for you. Quickly changing into the spare items, you made your way over to the bed to rest. At this point, you were selfish. You didn’t bother waiting for him due to your exhaustion, so you pulled the blankets up to your neck, taking this perfect moment to relax all of your muscles once again. Just when he entered the bed area from the bathroom, he laid on the opposite side of you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Tired?” he wondered.

You could only nod, not being able to express your words properly. It was like he really did fuck the emotions out of you. He kissed the back of your head before you heard his even breaths. You felt at peace and you closed your eyes, resting against his bare chest. Little did you know that you were slowly falling into a mini nap.

Once you woke up, you didn’t feel him by your side; which made you panic a bit. You sat up quickly, only to see him sitting by one of his paintings. It appeared he was adding some finishing touches to his work. You wrapped the blanket around you for extra comfort before heading over to him.

“Whose that?” you asked curiously.

“Who else would it be?” he continued.

You squinted your eyes at the art piece, genuinely trying to give an answer.

“Is that…” you paused, double-checking. “Is that me?”

“In my eyes, you’re the art piece.”

With those seven words, you felt your heart melt at his words. No one has ever done this for you; not even your few past partners. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, not being able to control the unbelievable amount of emotions. You were overjoyed with his gift. You didn’t know whether you wanted to hug or kiss him, but you just knew you wanted to be with him in the long run.

“So does this make us official?” you asked as you took in every detail of the artwork.

“Only if you accept this painting,” he teased.

Hand-in-hand, you and Taehyung observed the other paintings that were up on display. There were various amounts of art pieces left for the entire public to see; ranging from sculptures to paintings and even a station to create your very own work. Although, you weren’t necessarily focused on any of those. When he initially invited you, the one conclusion you jumped to was him having a piece of his own. His face was unfazed, aiming to not give you any sort of hint whatsoever. Still, you remained curious as you both walked along the empty pathway. It wasn’t until the both of you neared the end that your eyes widened. The number of people you noted surrounding a certain area had your senses heighten. Intently following the crowd, you attempted to peer over the sea of people. In hopes to snatch just even a glance at it, your mouth fell ajar. While you stood there―meeting eyes with an excessive amount of paint smeared on the canvas―there was a great wave of doubt in the back of your mind. You thought it couldn’t be; however, the intense color of red only caused a bed of goosebumps to rise upon your skin. Without noticing how tight your grip was on Taehyung’s hand, you felt as if your feet sunk into the floor, not gaining any courage to go any further. Something you couldn’t notice after that was the confused expression swiped over the male’s face.

“You did not,” you hissed, eyes never removing from the frame.

He only flashed you a mischievous smile. As he took note of your reaction, he then took matters to plant a kiss on your lips.

“It’s more beautiful up close,” he told.

Before dragging you towards the art piece, he tilted his head in front of your vision to catch your attention. You didn’t have any other choice but to let your eyes of disbelief connect with his. Soon enough, it was like he had no time in the world as his hand took control of your jelly-like body. The public only continued to swarm the painting, filling the air with nothing but interest. Fortunately; yet, unfortunately, they were all kind enough to let the producer of the painting pass through. There before you, you saw the canvas that he indefinitely fucked you against. All it took was for one gulp to remember everything from that exact day; as if those fine moments were engraved in your memories forever. This painting was only the physical copy and proof of that.

There were certainly many aspects of art people could consider, but you honestly couldn’t stop glaring at Taehyung, nor could you stop the crimson shade from forming on your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit it though; that you appreciated how everyone took a keen liking in the painting. You were involved, that was for certain, but these people had no guess of truth behind it. Not even seconds later, you recalled hearing a stranger make a comment of their own.

“The energy from this art piece is rather…” the person trailed off, leaving everyone to anticipate. “Intimate.”

That’s when you knew you thought too soon.

Taehyung simply let out a laugh while you hid your face in your hands, sincerely wishing the earth would eat you up.

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