Yk there's something so hot about Tall!Reader in all her glory
Okay imagine this, you, a 6'8 woman and your boyfriend
Vergil who is only 6'5, and is super embarrassed about having to look up instead of down at you to talk to you.
Your height doesn't really affect the way you two live, although it does feel weird knowing his own girlfriend is taller than him.
Oh but in the bedroom? That's a whole different story, if he actually let's you put a leash on him (which is highly unlikely if he's in a bad mood) he loves the way you just tower over him while he's on all fours, turns him on real good.
Dante who is a whopping 6'3, is like Vergil, embarrassed, that his significant other is a whole 5 inches taller than him. It's quite embarrassing if you're out for a walk and he just pretends you're a friend and what-not.
He should know by now that doing that sort of thing gets him in a lot of trouble. One time he introduced you to Lady and Trish as a "friend" and let's just say later that night he swore he could see God.
Nero is a 6'2 cutie pie and honestly is not that embarrassed about it, he's chill with you being taller than him, all he knows is that you'll give him great cuddles, considering that you'll probably wrap your entire body around him.
The only thing he does get embarrassed about is that he sometimes needs your help to grab something off a shelf that's just a little bit out of his reach.
I have a feeling that one time he wanted to try something different, so the next thing you know Nero's head is slightly grazing against the roof as you're busy lapping your tongue around his shaft in the damn shower, yea let's just say the next day he's having headaches from bumping the roof so much.
V who is 6'4 (I think) has no problem with you being taller than him, as long as he has someone there to take care of him and protect him, he's doesn't care.
What's his favorite is when, let's say, you're busy ordering food, he walks up right next to and stands up on his toes, then directly in your ear he whispers the most dirtiest thing he could think of, and just leaves as if he hadn't peeped a word. The reaction you get while the face you give him always makes him smile.
What's another of his favourites is when he's sitting directly at the end of the bed, with absolutely nothing on. The way you slowly walk towards and tower over him, what he likes to do during the time that you're towering over him is he likes to slowly spread his legs open, showing that he's all yours, you're the hunter and he's oh so definitely the prey.
A/N: Fun Fact: a lot of the stuff I write is actually inspired/based off of other people's posts, but I'm too scared to tag them, like this post is inspired by the way @shes-claws-deep writes, but unfortunately she hasn't been active in 3 years, so I feel somewhat safe tagging her 😭😭😭
you were never fond of children. they yell, cry, scream, throw tantrums, and take up all of your attention. they are just too much to handle - which is why you don't have any.
your friend, hyuna, knows this very well. yet, out of all people, she goes to you for help with her daycare.
"pleeaassee?" she begs on the other end of the phone. you sighed. "no, hyuna." you said for the 3rd time. but she wasn't giving up. "come on, y/n. I just got a new boy. he's super sweet and cute and funny." she emphasizes the adjectives, trying to bait you into her trap.
"and?" you ask, tapping your foot against the wooden floor. "trust me, you'll love him." she assures. "plus, I'll be making my famous chocolate chip brownies." fuck. she'd pulled out the I'll-make-you-some-brownies card. clever girl.
you groaned. "fine!" hyuna cheers and does a victory dance, thanking you over and over again. you shake your head at her silliness, giving her a farewell and promising her you'll be there shortly.
it didn't take long for you get dressed and head out the door. you thought the 15-minute drive would be enough for you to mentally prepare yourself for obnoxious children, but you were horribly mistaken.
you walked up to your friend's house, the sole of your shoes tapping against the concrete. not even 2 seconds after you rang the doorbell, loud footsteps could be heard tumbling down the stairs. sounding like a heard of rhinos.
the doorknob jiggled and a short brunette gave you a welcoming smile. she wore a cupcake onesie, beaded bracelets, and a pair of lace cat ears rested on her head. but she was definitely not a child. she looked to be in her late teens.
"hi! I'm ariana, but you can call me cat." she introduced herself in a very enthusiastic tone, waving a lollipop in her hand. you had a stunned expression as you looked down at the little girl. before you could answer, hyuna started scolding her. "cat, what have I told you about talking to strangers?"
cat looks down at the ground. "not to do it." she mumbled against her watermelon flavored lollipop. "that's right. but I'll let you off the hook this time since it just y/n." hyuna gave a playful grin. you mouth still hung open as you watched your friend pat the oversized toddler on the head.
"come in, and close your mouth."
cat giggled as you stepped inside hyuna's living room, where three girls were snuggling on the couch, watching finding nemo. it was awfully quieter than you expected. there were no screaming children running around chasing each other or throwing toys.
"um... where are the kids?" you manage to ask, only to get a loud cackle. "right here, silly." she motioned towards the girls on the couch. "girls, say hi to y/n." three heads popped out and waved cheerfully. "hi, y/n!" you waved awkwardly before they turned their attention back to the movie.
"hyuna, can I talk to you for a second?" you said through your teeth, doing an awful job at hiding your anger. she hummed and led you to the kitchen where the brownie ingredients lined up neatly on the counter. "what's up?" she asked, obliviously. "what's up? what's up?! you not telling me that you babysit teenagers is what's up!" you shouted. "they're not all teenagers." she defends. "whatever." you shot back then rubbed your temples. "look, I don't care that you take of littles, that's gucci, but a heads up would've been nice."
she was about to respond when a loud 'thud!' was heard from upstairs, following by whining.
"taehyung!" she gasps and runs up the stairs faster than you could blink. you dig into your bag and opened a bottle of advil, taking some tap water and swallowing two pills before following your troublesome friend. gotta prepare for a headache.
you followed the soft hiccups to the guest room. both of the comforter and sheets and one of the pillows were thrown onto the floor, not far from the culprit who was crying in pain. "what happened?" hyuna said, kneeling beside the boy, lifting his head to reveal his red, tear-stained face.
his light brunette hair draped over his forehead, almost covering his eyes. his plump lips formed into a pout. his sobs were reduced to light sniffles. "I fell off the bed..." he whined in a voice deeper than you can comprehend.
hyuna embraced him in a warm hug, rubbing his back as you stood there awkwardly. "oh, noona, who's this?" he said when he peered over her shoulder, with a big boxy smile that made his eyes disappear. she glanced at you momentarily. "this is my friend, y/n."
he stared at you in awe. in his eyes, you were absolutely gorgeous. "h-hi." he said cutely and tugged on hyuna's sleeve. "noona, does she like little boys?" he whispered. she looks at you and smirks. "maybe." she says and laughs at your dumbfounded look.
"are you gonna make the brownies or what?" you said, changing the topic. taehyung instantly jumps to his feet and claps. "BROWNIES! I LOVE BROWNIES!" you mentally cringe at his sudden outburst but laugh. "me too, kid. which is exactly why hyuna should make them right now." she rolls her eyes and makes her way downstairs, leaving you with a victorious smile.
taehyung followed closely behind you, picking up your vanilla scented body spray. "since you guys want them so bad, you're going to help me." she says, pushing the mixing bowl in front of you. "y/n, keep a close eye on tae." she whispered. taehyung had poor cooking skills. from burning waffles to forgetting to remove the plastic off the chicken; he's banned from stepping foot on the tile floor. poor thing.
but today was an exemption after noticing his little crush. he was practically all over you, trying to touch you and smell your delicious perfume. but you were too distracted by making damn brownies to notice. "y/n?" he says softly, loving the way your name slipped off his tongue so smoothly.
"yes?"
"c-can I help you?"
hyuna grinned at the boy's shy attempt at getting your attention. he's normally very outgoing and can talk to anyone. so seeing him so flustered next to you was amusing. "sure. crack this egg for me." you hand him a large egg and tae giggled when he felt your delicate fingers brush against his.
but he felt a lot of pressure as you watched him line up the egg to the side of the bowl, knowing that he's very clumsy. he wanted to show you that he's a big boy.
although it backfired when he cracked the egg with too much force and yolk spilled out all over his hand and onto the counter. you couldn't hold in your laughter—or wheezing—after seeing his disbelief. tears formed in the corners of his eyes because not only were eggshells digging into his palm, but he had embarrassed himself in front of you.
"oh, god bless your heart." hyuna chuckled, handing him a towel. "I'm sorry." he said softly, avoiding your gaze. "it's okay, tae." you assured and he tried to hide the rectangular smile but failed miserably. cute.
after the brownies were done, you, hyuna, tae, and the other 4 girls (cat, nancy, momo, and joy) sat together and watched Aladdin. singing along to all of the songs and laughing at the goofy characters.
taehyung sat uncomfortably next to you, not sure if he could rest his head on your shoulder or hold your hand during the sad parts. hyuna noticed him glancing at you and gave him an assuring nod. slowly, tae leaned against you, laying his head in the curve of your shoulder. you froze but soon got comfortable.
once the movie was over, most of you were asleep, including tae. even hyuna was dozing off as momo and cat trapped her in a cuddle sandwich. you lightly push taehyung off of you, replacing your shoulder with a pillow and cautiously stepped over joy and nancy.
you grabbed your mini backpack and your friend mumbled a goodbye before going back to sleep. you smiled at them before grabbing your keys. taehyung's eyes fluttered open when he heard the front door close, a few tears running along his face once he noticed your absence.
"y/n...?"
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the next day, taehyung, momo, and joy were in the living room. (nancy wasn't there because her caregiver came home early from work and cat had adulting to do.) momo and joy were playing barbie together, twirling the plastic dolls around and brushing their hair. tae loved playing barbie, even though he gets teased for it. but today he had collapsed on the couch.
"what's wrong taehyungie?" joy asks, still brushing the dolls hair. "he's upset because he can't find a mommy." momo chimes in, smiling devilishly. taehyung whimpers, digging his face into a pillow. "awe, it's okay. you'll find a mommy one day." joy says comfortingly but momo scoffs. "no he won't. there aren't any mommies looking for a baby boy, only baby girls."
he let out a small, silent sob, knowing that she was right. no mommy wants a baby boy, especially him. "you should just get a daddy." momo suggests. he lifts his head from the pillow, glaring at her with red, puffy eyes. "I don't want a daddy. I want a mommy."
"are you sure?"
"yes!"
taehyung's skin was boiling, his face glowing red, while momo still had that stupid look on her face. "why not? you already act pretty gay." his vision became blurry as cold liquid spilled onto the pillow. "shut up!"
"make me."
those were the last two words she said before a ken doll was thrown at her face.
she screamed as the hard plastic came in contact with the side of her cheek. tae immediately regretted it and joy was at a loss for words when hyuna came and found them. "what happened?!"
that's when he started wailing.
"I miss y/n!"
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to say that you were pissed at the fact that your friend called you at 11 in the morning, stating that a screaming taehyung is begging for you, would be an understatement. you nearly slammed her front door when you walked in but you were immediately melted into taehyung's touch.
he clung onto you for dear life, digging his head into the crook of your neck, rubbing his tears on you.
"y/n, I-I'm sorry. I j-just like you s-so m-much and I feel safe wi-th you and I wanna be with y-you all the time." he hiccups against your shoulder, running his fingers along your soft hair.
you were at a loss for words as the younger boy confessed his feelings towards you; not sure how to feel. instead, you just hesitantly pat his back.
"please don't hate me." he mumbled against the cotton material of your shirt he had soaked with his emotions. his warmth sinking into your chest, making your heart melt. "baby boy, I don't hate you," you said softly into his hair. he beamed at your response, smiling brightly. "I love you."
"mommy loves you too."
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fast forward to 3 months later, you both rested on the couch. bodies intertwined like vines as you stroked his hair, which has now grown into a weird, surprisingly attractive mullet.
you both just laid there, listening to each other slow, steady breaths. taehyung was on top of you, face pressed up against your boobs. "just listening to your heartbeat," he says. yeah right. naughty boy.
the comforting silence was interrupted by his low, thoughtful voice. "mommy..."
"yes, baby?"
"I think I'm ready." that sentence makes your eyes pop open at a slightly anxious tae. you knew exactly what he was talking about. he was talking about a specific topic that had been brushed aside for months. he wanted to have sex.
"are you sure?" you looked into his deep, coffee brown eyes, searching for any trace of doubt. his face was centimeters from yours, allowing you to scan through his unique features. from his uneven eyes to the cute little mole on his nose. "yes, mommy. I'm sure."
he took a silent, deep breath. "I want you to fuck me, mommy. right now." he rested his forehead onto yours, your noses lightly brushing each other.
needless to say, you were shocked. never have you heard such foul language spill from his pretty lips. "are you clean?" he nodded his head and hummed a quick "mm-hm." his eyes once again burned into yours, but something was different. his coffee brown eyes have been filled with a sweet, rich creamer—known as lust. it swirled throughout his irises, washing out most of his purity.
"wait for me in the bedroom; naked and on all fours."
excitement and arousal boiled in his belly as he went upstairs and stripped himself from his clothes. his cock already bulging out of his boxers. the perspective you had was cunning. his cute ass on display just like his mommy told him. he even got the lube out for you.
you removed your tank top and shorts. "you're such a good little boy, taehyung." you cooed as you massaged his ass, planting a quick peck on his lower back. "only for you, mommy." he let out a small whine when he felt your hands rub down to his thighs, dangerously close to his erection. "I'm your good boy."
"that's right," you grinned. "and mommy is gonna make her good boy feel good." you spread his ass and hovered your mouth over his tight, virgin hole. "please," he whimpered. not wanting to keep your baby waiting, you softly kiss his hole. taehyung responds with a slight shudder.
"feel good?"
"yes, mommy. give me more."
taehyung arches his back as you kitten lick him and occasionally slip your tongue into his entrance. his sweet moans overpowered every other noise surrounding you, causing heat to rush into your core. the sheets have already been ruined by his leaking cock. you smirk. "flip over, kitten. I wanna see your precious face as I fuck you for the first time."
kitten...
that was a new one. you usually stuck with "baby" and "baby boy"—the more soft nicknames. the word kitten itself was completely innocent to the normal, vanilla human being, but for both of you, it was a guilty pleasure. it made tae feel owned while it gave you authority. you fucking loved it.
once tae was on his back, his face glowed with a fluorescent bronze shade that made him look like he was made of gold (thank you sun!). you grabbed the bottle of lube and generously poured it onto your fingers. he sucked on his lip impatiently.
"safeword?" you ask, playing with the lubricant on your fingers. he thought for a moment and searched the room before smiling. "van gogh." you return the grin and start slowly alining your fingers with his hole. his walls clenched when he felt the cold liquid drip onto his entrance, whimpering as you carefully push one finger into him. you watched as his face contorted at the weird feeling.
"it'll start to feel good, I promise," you assured as you dripped more lube onto your fingers. he grabbed your hand and let out a soft whimper. your finger explored his walls until you came across a special spot that made tae tighten his grip on your hand and yell out in pleasure. "FUCK, MOMMY!"
his moans increase in volume when you slip in another finger. his free hand slides up his torso to brush against his nipple. with your fingers still inside him, you grab his hard member and start slowly pumping him. "hows my kitten doing?" you ask, looking into his glassy eyes. "g-good." he moans. "please go faster."
"anything for my baby." you move your hand faster and push your fingers deep inside him. which made him started thrusting in your hand for more friction. his teeth sunk into his lip to catch his lewd moans.
he looked so beautiful. his eyes shut tight, his plump lips in between his teeth, his cock leaking onto your hand. the fact that you are the first person to see him in such an impure state had your stomach burning.
you stopped abusing his hole and he whined as you slipped your fingers out. "are you ready for mommy's cock?" his eyes instantly lit up and he shook his head. "yes, mommy. I want you to fill me up and make me cum." those words sounded so sweet and innocent coming from him, it drove you insane.
you wasted no time fetching the strap on that's been sitting in your closet for a good 3 months. taehyung practically drooled when he saw you putting on. his dick twitch with excitement and he brushed his fingers over his entrance.
you smiled at him fingering himself, feeling extra confident. "how many times how you touched yourself to the thought of mommy's big dick inside of you?" he mutter a quick response that was drowned out by a moan. "I'm sorry what was that?"
"a-a lot..." his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at his confession.
"spread your legs, baby." you commanded and he quickly obeyed; spreading his legs embarrassingly wide. he shifted impatiently as you brushed the tip of the dildo against his entrance.
slowly, you pushed past his entrance. taehyung whimpered as his walls stretched inside of him while his hands gripped tightly onto the sheets. his radiant skin was now covered with small beads of sweat, adding to the illusion of his gold-like skin. such a beautiful little boy.
"do you want me to be rough or soft, baby boy?" you asked sweetly while groping his thigh. he made eye contact for a quick moment and you already knew what he wanted. "rough, mommy. make me scream." he exhaled and you instantly felt you core heat up.
you licked your lips hungrily before pulling your hips back and slamming them against taehyung's ass. a very lewd moan fills the room. hopefully you closed the windows... (ʇ'upıp noʎ)
again, you thrust into him, slapping your skin onto him. his cries of pleasure began to increase. he cupped his hand around his sensitive dick but you shooed his hands away. "no touching."
"c-can I touch you, m-mommy?"
"of course."
not another second passed before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down into a big, bear hug. the position made it easier hit his prostate. however, his whines now muffled against the crook of your neck.
"mommy, may I cum?" he whimpered into your neck, lightly pecking and licking your sweet spot. "yes, baby. cum for mommy." soon, white liquid covered both of your stomachs. you start to pull out but tae pulls you back down. "mommy, stay with me." he snuggled against your skin and sucked on your collarbone.
"baby boy. mommy needs to clean up so she can make dinner."
"but mommy... I don't want dinner. may I eat something else?" he looked at you with big, twinkling eyes. how the fuck does manage to be so dirty yet so innocent???
For a request like idk if youre comfortable with cockwarming but the reader just sittin on taes dick while hes tied up and shes like doin her taxes or something lol (maybe joon cause sub + bigdick joon is my life) but hes not allowed to cum and is dying but also absolutely loves how close they are and is super soft hearted and he maybe gives a couple of pathetic lil thrusts once in a while and whines when she clenches and he cums as soon as she says he can and just fluffy smut pls 👉👈
untitled - kim taehyung
his muscles are tense under the binds you had him in, wrists tied along with his arms and placed cutely on his chest. his lips are jutted out into a pout as he looks up at you, eyes glossing over.
“please?” he asks again for the umpteenth time, and he already knows what your answer is, but it doesn’t stop him from asking. “no, tae.” and there it is. he clenches his eyes shut as he tried to control himself.
he was laying flat on the bed, spread out for you, and you were on top of him, his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat. you could feel his cock twitching everytime you even made slight movement, and the thought had you looking at him with mock sympathy. “this was your idea tae, so you gotta go through with it for me.” you murmur, hand coming up to caress his face.
he pouts even more and leans into your touch, muscles flexing under the binds, trying to keep himself together. you know he loves the intimacy and closeness of it all, yet he still wishes he could just push up into you enough to make you feel good.
“i know, and i do love it but, i wanna make you feel good.” he whines, hips lifting up a bit to thrust into you pathetically. it’s all he can do with the way your hands are holding down his hips. his head tips back and his eyes close when you clench around him without warning. “please.” he strains.
“maybe if you can be good for me, i’ll let you cum.” you mumble, swiveling your hips to tease him a bit. you can tell he’s eager and ready to cum by the way his face his red, and his hands are balled up as they sit on his chest. you matters into your hands to roam your hands over his body, teasing his most sensitive spots.
your fingertips glide over over his chest, teasing one of his nipples, taking it between your fingers and pinching it gently. he mewls, arms twitching under the slight shock and pain, but he loves it.
he’s about to open his mouth to moan, but you pull your fingers away, and he opens his eyes. he wishes he had the energy to glare at you, but instead he’s looking at you pathetically with a pout.
“patience, baby boy,” you tell him, and he wonders how much patience he has to have before you’ll relieve him. “you’re so needy.” you comment, rolling your hips, causing his mouth to part open. “you’re ready to cum, tae? ready to fill me up so good?” you tease, rolling your hips against him once more.
“please, please, please, wanna be s-so good for you.” he mumbles, and he tried to keep his eyes open and on you as you continued, but he couldn’t help it as they kept rolling back and closing.
“you can cum, tae, it’s okay,” you murmur, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “be a good boy for me, and cum, tae.” you spur him on. with a cry of your title, his twitching and his back is arching and rising off the bed as he spills into you, triggering your own orgasm. he’s whimpering as you clench around him, and cum.
“oh my gosh...” he breathes once you get off of him, watching his cum drip down from your thighs. he’s groggy and tired when you undo the binds on his wrists and arms, rubbing them a bit from their soreness. you grab a small towel to wipe to both of you down, and another to wipe away the sweat.
you pulled the towel out from under him that had been prepped before hand. “you were the best boy for me, tae.” you murmur as you slide into bed with him “but i-“ he begins to say as he wraps his body around your and curls into you. “but nothing. you were so good for me, taking everything i gave you like an obedient boy for me.” you praise, hands raking down his hair slowly.
a smile spreads over his face at your words, and he’s cuddling into you even more. “thank you for that.” he voices, voice tired. “always,” you murmur back, equally as tired. he knows you’ve fallen asleep when the calming hand in his hair stopped moving. he chuckled a bit to himself before placing a small kiss on your stomach, and then falling asleep himself.
V's velvety voice startles you from your daydreaming.
"V!" You whirl around from tapping on your laptop, a bright smile spreading over your lips from seeing him standing there, bare-ass naked with his hands adorably cupping his crotch and a slight blush on his defined cheekbones. "How'd your shower go, baby?"
The dark-haired poet bites his lip and draws close, squaring up before you. "It went well, Master," he whispers, hands still twitching over his crotch and barely concealing his rock hard cock. "I...I cleaned myself for you, Master."
"Did you?" Oh, he's so adorable when he smiles that tremulous smile. "Get into the inspect pose, darling."
Without a word, V straightens up to his full height. Stiffens his back. Raises his hands up and linking them behind his head to keep them out of the way. Struggles not to cover himself as you admire his beautiful cock, as you turn it this way and that and pull down his foreskin to check that he's cleaned himself well. But it is when you lift his balls and cup them playfully that a little whimper slips from his lips.
"Oh, sensitive, are we?" You giggle and push down on his cock, letting it bounce up and jiggle this way and that. "Cute. Bet the month in this little beauty didn't help." And by 'this beauty', you mean his metal cock cage. Lifting it by your face, you dangle it from your finger and grin. "Get ready to get back in~!"
"Please-"
Ah.
"What's the matter, baby?" You simper up at him.
V's lip is nearly bleeding from how hard he's biting it. "Master, I..." His voice cracks and he forces himself to swallow past the lump in his throat. "Master, I believe you mentioned allowing me a cheat day yesterday."
Oh yes, you did say that, didn't you? Letting his cock go, you point to your feet, thoughts swirling in your head as you watch him get down to his knees. "How long have you been in chastity, V?"
He places his palms on his thighs gently, knees spread, and tips his head up to look at you in the eyes. "Thirty-two days, Master." With those devastating puppy dog eyes out in full force, he flutters his lashes and wets his lips, aiming to look the most attractive that he can, the most seductive that he can, in the hopes that you decide an entire month and some change is long enough to hold his orgasm from him. Heck, he's just about crawling up the walls with his need.
"Thirty-two days," you hum and tap your lip. "Bet you're getting a bit desperate now, aren't you?"
Oh, you have no idea. He's starting to snap at Nero and Dante, starting to paw at you a lot more than is appropriate. Starting to rub up on you and cuddle you even closer in bed in the hopes that you'll allow him to rut against your backside. Desperate doesn't cut how he feels right now. "Yes, Master. It's getting quite...hard." The last bit is murmured quietly under his breath, his voice trailing off as he notices the intense lust and hunger in your eyes. "Master, is it not hard for you as well?"
His quiet throwback makes you laugh loudly. "Hard? Oh, honey, that's the understatement of the century!" Getting up, you circle around him slowly, touching his shoulders, the hickeys you left behind on his neck and collarbone, the bruises from his daily spankings, and the livid scratch marks on his back. "You have no idea how many times I've just wanted to throw you on the bed and ride you till you're fucked stupid," you whisper into his ear, snaking your arms around his neck until you're cupping his pecs and playing with his perky nipples. "How many times I've wanted to hop on your cock after I've fucked your ass so good you're shaking."
A powerful shiver goes through V's body and he moans, his cock jumping and flexing with each word that you whisper into his ear. "I-" he pants, "I want that too, Master."
"Is that so?" Suddenly, you wrench his head back with a hand twisted into his dark locks, yanking and pulling until he's flailing for balance. "Is that what you want?"
Despite the tight grip on his hair, despite the pulling of his scalp, he nods feverishly, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Yes," he gasps. "I want you to fuck me senseless, Master. To take me. Claim me. Destroy me and rebuild me until I can't fucking take it any longer-ah!" The yelp that escapes him follows your teeth latching onto his shoulder. "Maste-!"
"Shut up," you growl, moving out of the way and pulling and pushing him until he's sprawled out on his back beneath you. "I need you to put your mouth to better use than spouting poetry right now." Your words are hastily spoken and roughly said, breathed out between urgent movements as you rip your pants and underwear off. As you bat away his hands and straddle his face, you use both hands to grab at his hair, his face, his head to pull him exactly where you need him.
And V, bless him, dives right into you without any further coaxing, his hands obediently lying by his sides instead of cupping your thighs and your hips like he so clearly want.
But now, now you don't care about his obedience. "Hands on my hips, V."
Immediately, his hands fly up and cup your ass and your hip, his long elegant fingers digging into your skin as he supports you, pulls you down closer to where his lips and tongue are working overtime to slurp up your dripping slick. And you are, dripping that is, because nothing is hotter than seeing V beg on his knees for you to use and abuse him as you wish. For you to take and take and take until he has nothing left to give. He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his proud nose and those puffy lips so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he's moaning uncontrollably, gasping and whimpering and moaning your name and your title between slurps and sucks.
He's a voracious pussy eater, your V. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he's nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face. "Make me cum, baby. Make me cum and I'll fucking ride the shit out of your dick." His fervent nodding only feels that much better against your oversensitive flesh. Withholding from touching yourself without him around means it'll take much less to make you cum. Much, much less. In fact, you're already feeling that warmth deep in your belly, that itching need to cum. "Suck my clit, use your tongue, baby, come on!"
Good, obedient V loses his breath at your firm command, his chest heaving and his hands twitching on your hips as he hurries to obey. His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of pussy juice. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as possible. And then! And then, V does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love.
Taking a hand off your hip, taking those beautiful, long pianist's fingers, he slips two fingers into your soaking wet pussy and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.
"V!" You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm takes you by storm, making you shake like a tree in a hurricane until you're doubling over him, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you're slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure. "Oh V, fuck, so fucking good, baby~"
Underneath you, V slows down his fingers and his sucking, his free hand coming up to brace your bicep as you slowly ease yourself off his face. His mussed, messy, soaked face.
As you sit gingerly on your bum, you reach out to stroke his hair out of his eyes. "How you feeling, baby?"
Stirring from his daze, V licks his lips and turns his head towards you, his eyes bleary but slowly clearing up as he watches you watch him. He swallows quietly and kisses your palm gently, blinking. "I'm doing good, Master. What about you?" His hand comes up, pressing your hand closer to his lips.
Sweet boy. Smiling, you lean down and press a kiss to his lips. "I'm doing so good, baby," you murmur into his damp skin, parting far enough to wipe away a bit of pussy juice off his nose and then smear it over his lips. "You horny, V, baby?"
Your pretty little raven-head bites his lip hard and nods quickly, so quickly that his hair flops all over the place from how hard he's shaking his head.
"You wanna cum?"
More nodding.
"You want me to ride you and fuck you and let you cum inside me?"
V's breathing comes hot and heavy, those dark eyes becoming darker still, and his face goes as bright a red as humanly possible. "Yes," he whimpers. "Please. Please ride me." He holds onto your wrists and squirms his body, spreading his legs and arching his hips upwards to display his rock hard, red hot, throbbing cock. "Please?"
An evil grin spreads across your face and you nip his plush lower lip. "How badly do you want it?"
"I desire it," he whispers, staring straight into your eyes. "Crave it. I crave your dominance, Master. But please, I...I can't take it any longer."
Your hand snakes around his throat and presses gently, firmly, tilting his head up so that you break that precious eye contact. "Beg me more."
"You're so cruel. So, so cruel." V's voice is broken, weak, yet full of desire and submission. "I hate that you dangle my orgasm out of my reach, and yet tease me with its shadow. The thing that I covet, that I desire almost above anything else. But I love your dominance, your power. Master, your control over me is absolute. All I am, all of it is yours. I am but a slave to your will." Then he leans into your grip. "Master, please. Mercy."
Ah, that submission. The giving of power to you. The decision over his orgasm. That even with his cage off, with his cock free, he chooses to give you that privilege of controlling his pleasure. That makes you almost drunk with ecstasy. And what do you do with that power?
"Poor baby, so desperate, so needy," you whisper into his ear. Then you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on it. Hard. "But you still can't cum today."
His eyes fly open. "Master-"
"Didn't you say you'll obey me?" Your voice turns dark, dangerous in the silkiest way.
His eyes flutter closed, his throat bobs. "I...I did, Master." He leans up, pressing his throat harder against your palm. "I'm yours, Master. I am yours to use as you desire."
"You are, V," you murmur and kiss him gently, taking the cock cage from where it fell on the floor. "Now put your hands behind your head and spread your thighs. You're going back inside."
V visibly bites back a sob but he obeys without a second thought, bringing his knees up and pressing them open to the sides. Baring all of himself for you.
You sit silently on the couch in the van, Lady wrapped all snug in her blanket next to you, her eyes avert to your wrists, a pretty bracelet wrapped around it. She grabs it and brings it closer to her face, "When did you get this?" Curiosity in her voice. "Oh, uh V gave it to me last night" you confessed.
She lifts her eyebrow at you. "Last night? But Nero told me you were out with him last night" "It's called lying, Lady" she sighs in response as she let's your wrist free.
The door slams open, a bloody Nero and V enter the van, both of their faces filled with tiredness, you stand up and rush towards V, a look of worry on your face. "Don't worry, I'm fine" he reassures you before you even get a word out.
You grab his arm and he winces from the pain. "Doesn't look like it" you snarl back. He lowly chuckles at you, you were very overprotective of him and he was fond of it, but sometimes you were a little too crazy for him.
"Move lovebirds, I just got something really cool!" Nico pushes the two of you apart as she heads inside her station, cooking up whatever disasterous masterpiece in there. You sigh as you drag V towards the couch, dragging the medkit out from underneath it.
You take the bandage and wrap it tightly around his arm. After finishing up your work, you put away the medkit and sit next to V, wrapping your arms around his uninjured one and leaning your head on his shoulder, slowly falling asleep.
| 5:34 PM |
Your eyes blink open as you feel around you, V nowhere to be found, you sit yourself up and rub your eyes, the silence of the van creeping you out.
Your ears ring uncomfortably as you stand up, almost tripping over your own feet, Jesus, what the hell happened while you were sleeping? Your ears stop ringing and the sound around you becoming clearer.
The sound of soft moans fill your ears immediately after, your eyes widen as you look behind you, V's hand being the only thing visible to you.
You slowly walk towards him, making sure to not make any noise, as you walk right next to him, a loud gasp escapes you, causing him to snap his head directly towards you.
"M-my l-love! I did-didn't know you would be awake s-so early" he whimpers as his thighs shake from his previous actions. You look down at his crotch and there he sat, no pants, no underwear, no nothing.
"W-what were you-" your sentence was cut-off as you realize what he was doing, you walk in front of him and spread his legs even further with your shoes.
He looks up at you in embarrassment as you eye the base of the dildo that's shoved up his ass, "Please" he says as he passes you a small remote, when did he get a hold of that? You put your thoughts aside as you grab the remote, a bunch of different numbers and buttons on it.
You press the highest number on the remote, V arches his back as a choked moan escapes him, without hesitation he starts bouncing up and down on the toy, high pitched moans leave his lips as his eyes roll into the back of his head. You lean against the counter next to you and watch your boyfriend lose himself in pleasure.
His brain is basically already mush as he starts speaking nonsense. "F-fuuuck, hAH! Hah, fuck, it-it's so g-good, pl-please more, g-give me more, please mommy"
He slips that name out by accident, not even crossing his mind as he only thinks about all the pleasure he's receiving from the toy. You stand there lost in thought as you think about the name he just called you.
Your fingers figet with the remote as you think about all the things you could do to him. You snap out of thought as V calls out to you. "P-please Mistress, let me cum? I p-promise I'll obey, I'll do anything! Just let me cum~"
His begs were slowly turning into babbles again as he rants on about you letting him cum, his words were then interrupted by yours. "Hmm, I dunno... Have you been a good boy lately?" You smirk at his figure becoming smaller from your question. "Ah! Hah~ y-yes, oh god, I've been su-such a good boy fo-for you-" His words were cut off as you step on his cock, a choked moan escaping him as his hand grips your shin, trying to pull you off him.
Your boot presses harder on his cock, forcing him to let go and attempt to grab the floor beneath him. His legs shook as you press even harder onto his cock. "Don't lie to me puppy, you've been a bad boy, and you know what happens to bad boys?" Your smirk growing even wider as his glossy eyes look a up at you. "B-bad boys get p-punished~" he hiccups as he tries to pull you off again to no avail.
"That's right! Bad boys do get punished! Stand up." You demand, he pulls himself off the dildo and tries to stand up, he falls back against the wall, oh well that's good enough. You gently bend him over the counter and spread his legs as wide as they can, you kneel down behind him and smack his plump ass, he yelps in pleasure as continue to mess with his sentive ass.
You spread his ass cheeks open to reveal his desperate hole. "Mi-misstress, what a-are you-" his sentence was cut off by your tongue entering his asshole, he whimpers as he feels your tongue inside him, this whole feeling was foreign to the poor boy. So feeling your tongue make work of him turned him on more than he liked.
He grabs the back of your head and forces you deeper inside him, he moans as he bucks his hips forwards. "Oh-oh! I'm go-gonna cum!" As soon as he said those words, you grabbed his hand and pulled your tongue out. That was the second times you've edged him. V basically falls limp on to the counter as his legs nearly give up on him.
You grab him again and push him against the wall, he moans as you grab his hair, you push his upper back more against the wall, forcing him to arch his back in an uncomfortable way. You push your own body against him and he smirks, but the smirk was quickly wiped off as you wrap a hand around his cock, your index finger messing with his sensitive tip. He cries out, panting as if he were a damn thirsty dog on a hot summer day.
You continue to stroke him up and down, not slowing your pace for even a moment, he tells you to slow down but you ignore him and continue to 'somehow' fuck his brains out without anything inside him. He grabs your lower thighs and slighty brushes the tip of his cock against the wall. "Hah! Haaah~ im- I'm gonna-" his sentence was shut by the fingers of your free hand gagging him.
He bucks his hips up as he, without warning, cums onto the wall, his moans gagged against your fingers, he blinks his eyes a couple of times only to realize... You're still going, oh shit.
| 7:54 PM |
You sit shotgun next to Nico as you look out the window, the cigarette in your hand nearly being forgotten as you think about the actions you did just now. You put out your cigarette and look back at V, who was resting his head in his palms as his legs shook violently. Lady looks at him with worrisome. "Oh don't worry! He's just a, uh, a bit shocked, that's all!" You smile at her as she slowly nods her head, unfortunately the puzzle in her head solving itself as the tone in your voice reveals everything.
Who knew V would've been dommed by a Sexy, 6'3 woman, oh Lady definitely wants a turn now.
jin dragged himself home with a big pout because of practice, which led to the perfect opportunity to dig out your secret kink. "how about you let daddy take care of you?" you asked, sensually, scraping your nails down his mile long shoulders. "daddy? what the hell have you been reading?" initially, he goes into eomma mode and scolds you for being so 'dirty.' but he's about as pure as kim namjoon himself. so, of course, he cannot deny your offer, and he surrenders himself to you.
gives you a good long stare. it's hard to read exactly what he's thinking inside that genius brain of his, and at first, you're expecting a big fat no. but with that same empty expression, he says, "okay, daddy." and a heat is rushed straight to your core. from that point on, he's much more vocal. especially when you're hitting him from the back with his favorite dildo and his hands are tied behind his back. "oh, fuck, daddy!" he'll moan, whimper, and growl like there's no tomorrow, arching his back so his skin could slap against yours like a good little kitty.
not the biggest fan at first because he can feel pressured by society, but god damn it he loves you too much to say no. besides, that certain glow you held in your eyes when he was trembling beneath you, never fails to get him riled up. to see you completely lose yourself in the bedroom and play a role so full heartedly, then scoop him up your arms afterwards and kiss away any marks or tears, is the sexiest thing he'd ever see a woman do. eventually, he'll push aside his preferences on titles not only to please you, but to accept his role in your relationship without a single care about traditional gender roles.
"you got it, daddy!" as a kink connoisseur, rm had no problem addressing you by whatever title you wanted, masculine or feminine, because you've done the same for him. he's trusted you with some of his dirtiest turn ons, so he wants you to always feel comfortable to share yours. he delivers fantastically through text and everyday conversation. however, once you're finally in the bedroom, he starts choking up. "thank you, d-daddy..." his says, like he was ordered to, after you spank him, voice cracking. you chuckled because namjoon isn't one to stutter in bed. he rambles sometimes, yes, but stuttering? nope. so it felt like an accomplishment. "awe, you stuttered for daddy. that's so cute!" you coo and he hides his face into his pillow to hide his shame.
mochi had been a bad boy; shaking his ass on stage behind your back for a perverted audience. that sexy body of his belonged to you and only you. however, the thought of him swaying his hips suggestively in a tacky outfit aroused you and provoked your masculine side. "mistress, please! I said I was sorry." he whined as you pulled down his jeans, revealing neon pink fishnets and a black thong complimenting his thick ass. "right now it's daddy, got it?" you grabbed his chin and he nodded swiftly. "yes?" you said, pushing him to agree verbally, and send him deeper into subspace. "yes, daddy."
just like namjoon, taehyung is not here to disappoint. he'll run up to you when you get home with kissy lips and open arms yelling "daddy~" with no problem because he's just precious like that. although, he is a lot more confident in the bedroom. every teasing stroke of his cock, grip on his neck, pull of his hair, slap on his ass, has him begging for more. "harder, daddy. I can take it." he'll say it proudly with those beautiful, swollen lips coated with either saliva or his cum, and fluffy hair drooping over his eyes like he's being paid for it.
expect the brat to tease. he'll scrunch up his face and release that elmo laugh of his like he's high off laughing gas, but he's not shaming you at all. in fact, despite his laughing fit, he was quite turned on. his girlfriend having a masculine title, or even being the masculine one in the relationship, was a dark fantasy of his. "are you gonna fuck me good, daddy?" he asks, coyly, breaking the kiss but still grinding his perfect body against yours, whining sweetly into your ear. this leads to you grabbing his petite little waist and pinning him down on the bed. "daddy is going to fucking ruin your sweet little boy pussy until you're nothing but a dumb slut who can't even mutter a sentence, baby boy." you growled, harshly yet tenderly, sending kookie deeper into subspace as he anticipated your next move.
[Headcanons] How would the DMC team react to their s/o accidentally revealing a bit of their underwear with the way they stretch or bend over to pick something up?
Dante
Your Dante is a pervert through and through. Pervert with a capital P, now that you think about it. He whistles at you and bites his lip, growling and prowling over to you with obvious grabby hands as he pulls you close. Whether you did it intentionally or not, it has the same effect. Dante lets you know exactly what it does to him. The horndog.
If you’re bending over and have yourself braced and he’s within eyesight, you can bet your ass Dante will come over and hump at your butt jokingly. Although the erection pressing into your buttcheek is anything but a joke, he sings some random stripper song and feels up your thighs. Everything is with your permission, of course, sought long before he even dares to touch you like this.
If anyone else is around, he surreptitiously positions himself behind you so no one can see your underwear. He’ll still whistle, though, he’s an asshole but not that big of an asshole.
Nero
Nero is blushing like hell but he can’t take his eyes off you. Well, he tries, but his gaze always slips back to that strip of underwear that he spots. And if he angles himself juuust right he can see your butt crack and down your- He’s cut off by you standing up and backing up into him, pressing your ass against the slight bulge in his pants.
Now he’s flustered and stuttering when you tease him for his boner, caressing it if no one is around. While normally he’s glib and just says anything on his mind, right now he’s a little tongue-tied while you tease him even more when you pull down the hem of your pants just enough so he can see your underwear again. Oh god, do you really have to tease him out in the open like this? You really do enjoy humiliating him, don’t you.
If anyone else is around, Nero will try to distract anyone who looks like they’re staring in your direction. He’s chill, but he’s not that chill. And he’ll slice Dante up if the older demon hunter whistles in your direction again.
V
V sits back and enjoys the view, hand on his chin and lip between his teeth, gnawing at it as though to make up for not having his lips on you. If your pants slip too low, he’ll call out to you and alert you to your bared underwear. Otherwise, though, he’ll be content to watch your ass wriggle and your thighs flex as you go about doing what you’re doing.
If you’ve given him permission to touch himself, you can bet he’ll be pressing his palm over his erection, trying his hardest not to slip his hand inside his pants so he can touch himself. It’s a little puzzling to him how a little slip of skin and fabric can get him so aroused, but he’s not complaining when you huff and get to your feet, stumbling over to his lap so you can claim what’s yours.
If you’re baring your underwear outside, V will insert himself between you and whoever else is around you, utilising his long coat to block anyone’s view of you. No one else shall lay their eyes on your underwear!
Vergil
Vergil sits back with a grin and crosses his legs, looking for all the world like a smug cat that ate the canary. He’s not ashamed of openly ogling your backside as it sways back and forth, as your pants or your shorts tighten over your ass so deliciously. If you take much longer, he might turn bratty and go over there himself to get a palmful of your heart shaped butt. Even if it gets him spanks.
It should perplex him how hot under the collar he’s getting when you’re still fully clothed, but really he’s just glad that he can be ready at a moment’s notice when you tell him to come over and help you get whatever you’re reaching for. Even when it’s right in front of you. It’s an excuse to get him close to you and he takes it, pressing himself up against your ass so he can assist. Normally grinding against your butt will get him punished, but your giggles and swaying of your hips reassure him that yes, he can put more pressure.
As opposed to the other three, Vergil would rather gouge out the eyes of anyone who looks at you rather than protect you from their gaze. Intimidation and a bare Yamato works much better than getting up and standing behind you, after all.
