Sorry for bothering, But would that be okay If I request a V x Fem!Reader Smut fic, please? I really loved the Hcs
Hii!! It's totally alright, you're not bothering me! and yes, it would be delightful to fulfil your request<3 I hope you're doing ok and having a great day, enjoy reading!
"V" Valentin Viljoen NSFW Headcanons
Content: Smut, Light BSDM, Biting, Overstimulation, Scent Kink, Top V
Warnings: !!minors do not interact!!
A/N: Don’t repost or copy my work!! If it was reposted/copied please reach out to me, this was done by my hard work and no AI is used in the making of this cuz we hate them
The low hum of the terrariums was the only sound in V's sanctuary, a soft, mechanical heartbeat that underscored the charged silence between you. The green lighting cast his sharp features in soft relief as he guided you toward the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He didn't want to rush this; V was a man who understood that the most exquisite things required patience.
"Lie back for me," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, velvety register that always made your stomach flip. "Just relax. Let me take care of everything."
Once you were settled against the cool sheets, he reached for a length of black silk ribbon. His fingers, usually so steady and controlled, had a faint tremor of anticipation as he looped the fabric around your wrists, securing them to the headboard.
The light touch bondage wasn't meant to hurt, but the restriction made your pulse quicken, leaving you exposed to his intense, unblinking gaze. V hovered over you for a moment, his dark green eyes tracking the way your chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Then, he leaned down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He took a slow, deep breath, inhaling your scent with a quiet sound of approval that made your toes curl. "You smell like heaven," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot and unsteady. "I could stay here forever."
His hands began to explore you, He started with your thighs, his thumbs tracing slow circles that gradually moved higher. When he finally parted you, his touch was reverent. One hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your heat with devastating accuracy. He began to work you with a steady, rhythmic motion, his thumb finding your clit and applying just enough pressure to make you whimper.
"Shh, darling. Just feel it," he crooned when you tried to arch against him.
Then, he moved lower. V sank between your legs, his hair brushing against your inner thighs as he positioned himself. When his tongue first made contact, you gasped, your hips bucking instinctively against the silk restraints. He was patient, circling, teasing, and then with a deliberate flick he began to eat you out with a focus that felt blissful. He used his fingers to stretch you open while his tongue worked relentlessly, finding the exact rhythm that made your vision blur.
The overstimulation was deliberate. Just as you felt you were about to come, he would slow down, teasing you with light touches that left you begging for more, only to intensify again when your breathing became desperate. He wanted you on the edge, suspended in that delicious agony.
"Please, V... I can't " you sobbed out, your one hand gripping against the pillow and the other at his hair.
"I know," he murmured against your wet skin, looking up at you with pupils blown wide. "I've got you."
He finally rose up, his hand holding his shaft as he align with your hole, He entered you in one smooth, deep thrust, filling you so completely that you cried out. His movements were slow and controlled, he switched to a faster phase making your back arch and moan louder, each stroke designed to drive you further toward the brink. He leaned down to mark you, his teeth grazing your shoulder, leaving behind a faint red bloom that served as his signature.
As you both neared the peak, V's movements became more urgent, his breathing coming in harsh, guttural grunts. "I want to be inside you when I finish," he gasped, his grip on your hips tightening. With one final, devastating thrust, he shuddered against you, filling you with his heat as you both collapsed into each other.
V immediately untied your wrists, his touch impossibly gentle. "You did so well," he whispered, kissing your forehead.
He moved with quiet efficiency, fetching a glass of water and a warm cloth. He cleaned you with reverent tenderness, wiping away the sweat and spent passion as if you were something sacred. Once you were refreshed, he helped you into one of his soft t shirts, ensuring you were warm and comfortable. Finally, he pulled you into the nest of blankets, holding you against his chest. “I love you, Rest up Darling, I got you” as he kissed the top of your head.
