✦ 𝐒 𝐖 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐒 𝐔 𝐑 𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄 ✦

"Some nights begin with exhaustion...

and end with unforgettable memories."

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୨ৎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

Kim Taehyung (V) × Female Reader (Y/N)

୨ৎ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄

Pure Smut • PWP • Established Relationship • Fluff Ending

୨ৎ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Idol AU

୨ৎ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

18+ • Explicit • NSFW

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୨ৎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

✦ Rough Sex

✦ Breath Play / Choking

✦ Possessive Taehyung

✦ Mirror Sex

✦ Hickeys & Marking Kink

✦ Dirty Talk

✦ Dom!Taehyung × Sub!Reader

✦ Spanking

✦ Nipple Play

✦ Overstimulation

✦ Creampie

✦ Explicit Smut

✦ Sweat Kink (Light)

✦ Strong Language

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This story is entirely fictional and intended for mature audiences only.

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For my readers who love sweaty, possessive, mirror-fucking Taehyung…

Let him choke you, claim you, and fill you up.

This one’s dedicated to every one of you who gets soaked just reading the warnings.

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Y/N carefully packed the meal, ensuring everything was still warm, her excitement growing with every item she placed in the bag. She caught her reflection in the kitchen window, smoothing down her outfit and checking her hair one last time, a soft, genuine smile spreading across her face as she imagined the look on Taehyung’s face when he saw her. The anticipation hummed beneath her skin she couldn't wait to see him, to bring him a moment of comfort in the middle of his intense practice, and she felt a wave of affection wash over her at the thought of his tired but happy expression. With the bag in hand, she headed out, her steps light and her heart full of warmth, completely focused on the surprise she had planned for him.

She slipped into the building quietly, the familiar thump of bass still echoing from the practice room even at this late hour. Pushing the door open just a crack, she peeked inside. There he was, Taehyung, drenched in sweat, his tank top clinging to every ripped muscle on his chest and abs like a second skin. His hair was messy and damp, those sharp jawline and full lips glistening under the studio lights. Fuck, he looked so goddamn hot like this, all worked up and breathing heavy, muscles flexing with every move. Her pussy clenched instantly at the sight, a rush of heat flooding between her thighs. She wanted to jump his bones right then, ride that sweaty cock until he fucked the air out of her lungs, but she bit her lip hard and shoved the dirty thoughts down. Dinner first, right? Keep it sweet.

“Tae?” she called out softly, stepping fully inside with the bag raised like a peace offering.

Taehyung spun around mid-step, eyes widening in surprise before that signature boxy grin broke across his face. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?” He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, chest heaving, looking every bit the fuckable idol he was.

“I brought you dinner, idiot. You’ve been grinding away in here for hours. Figured you needed fuel.” She set the bag down on the bench, trying to play it cool even as her nipples hardened under her top from just watching him.

He stalked over, all tall and predatory, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. “You’re too fucking good to me.” But the second he got close, his gaze dragged down her body slow and hungry, taking in the way her clothes hugged her curves. “Shit, you look so damn beautiful. Always do.”

Without warning, he grabbed the bag, tossed it aside, and pulled her against his hard, sweaty body. His mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding, tongue shoving deep like he was starving for her instead of food.

Y/N moaned into the kiss, hands fisting his damp shirt. “Tae… the food…” she tried weakly, but fuck that, her cunt was already soaking her panties, throbbing for him.

“Fuck the food,” he growled against her lips, voice low and rough. He spun her around, pressing her back against the cool mirrored wall, hands roaming greedy over her ass and tits. “Been dancing like a maniac, all this energy built up, and now you show up looking like a goddamn snack? I need to bury my cock in that tight little pussy right now.”

She gasped as he yanked her skirt up, fingers shoving her panties aside and sliding two thick digits straight into her dripping hole. “Oh shit, Taehyung! You’re so fucking sweaty… and hard already.”

Her hips bucked against his hand, slick sounds filling the empty room as he finger-fucked her fast and deep, thumb grinding her swollen clit.

Y/N’s head spun as his fingers worked her with brutal precision, every thrust hitting a spot that made her vision blur. She was pinned between him and the cool glass, the contrast against her heated skin sending shivers down her spine that fought against the intense friction of his hand.

"Look at you," Taehyung rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he watched the way her head fell back against the glass. He didn't slow down; he only pressed harder, his thumb rhythmic and punishing against her clit, teasing her right to the edge of an orgasm she wasn't ready to let go of just yet.

"Tae—please," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into the damp fabric of his tank top. She needed more than just his fingers; she needed all of him, the weight of him pressing her into the mirror until there was no space left between them.

He caught the plea in her eyes and smirked, a dark, possessive glint taking over his expression. He pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving her gasping in the sudden loss, only to immediately guide her hands down. He grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside to reveal the hard, corded muscles of his chest. Then, he reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving hers, savoring the way her breath hitched as he unzipped his trousers.

Y/N’s eyes locked on his hands as Taehyung slowly dragged the zipper down, the metallic sound cutting through the heavy silence like a promise. He shoved his trousers and boxers low on his hips, freeing that thick, heavy cock. It sprang up hard and angry, veins pulsing along the shaft, the fat head already glistening with precum.

Fuck, he was huge, the kind of dick that made her mouth water and her pussy ache with need.

But he didn’t slam into her. Not yet.

Instead, he grabbed her wrists in one big hand and pinned them above her head against the mirror with a firm grip that left no room for argument. His other hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to stare into his dark, hooded eyes.

“Keep those hands right there, baby,” he ordered, voice low and commanding, sending a fresh gush of wetness down her thighs. “You don’t move them unless I say so. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, breath shaky. “Yes, Tae…”

“Good girl.” He smirked, that dangerous, sexy glint making her clit throb.

He took his time now, slow and deliberate, dragging his free hand down her body. He squeezed her tits hard through her top, pinching her stiff nipples until she whimpered, then shoved the fabric up roughly to expose them completely. His mouth latched onto one, sucking and biting while his fingers twisted the other, mixing pain with that sharp pleasure that had her squirming against him.

“Stay still,” he growled against her skin, biting down harder on her nipple as a warning. She cried out but forced her hips to stop grinding, obeying even as her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

Taehyung pulled back, admiring the way her chest heaved, nipples shiny and marked red from his mouth. He hooked his fingers into her soaked panties and ripped them down her legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle. Then he kicked her feet wider apart, spreading her open for him.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He ran two fingers through her folds, spreading her slick all over her swollen clit before pulling away again. “So fucking wet for me already. Dripping like a needy little slut. But you’re gonna wait.”

He pressed his body closer, his rock-hard cock sliding hot and heavy against her inner thigh, teasing just inches away from where she needed it most. Every tiny shift made the tip brush her slick lips, but he never pushed in. Instead, he wrapped one hand lightly around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse race under his palm while his other hand delivered a sharp smack to her ass.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear before his mouth descended on hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a desperate, claiming act that tasted of sweat and pure, unfiltered hunger. As their lips collided, he wound his free hand into her hair, gripping a fistful at the nape of her neck and tugging hard enough to force her head back, exposing her throat completely to him.

She let out a broken, high-pitched sound as his grip tightened, her body straining against the mirror. Taehyung didn't stop there. He broke the kiss, leaving her panting, and trailed his mouth down the column of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin until he found the sensitive point at her jaw. He sucked hard there, his stubble scraping against her, leaving a dark, heated mark as he worked his way along her jawline with deliberate, sharp kisses that sent electric shocks straight to her core.

"You're mine," he growled against her skin, his hand still anchored firmly in her hair, controlling her movements, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. He pressed his face deeper into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, his breath hot and ragged against her pulse point. "Every second you spent waiting for me, you were thinking about this, weren't you? About me taking control?"

She couldn't form words, only a shaky nod, her eyes rolling back as his tongue swirled against her jaw and his fingers tightened further in her hair, anchoring her as he began to pace his rhythmic, torturous friction against her inner thigh once more.

Y/N’s body trembled against the mirror as Taehyung kept his fist tight in her hair, yanking her head back further to give himself full access to her neck. He sucked hard right over her pulse point, teeth scraping before his lips sealed down, pulling the skin into his mouth until a deep, dark hickey bloomed under his efforts.

“Fuck, Tae… that hurts so good,” she whined, her voice hoarse already.

He growled in approval and moved lower, creating another bruising hickey right at the base of her throat, then another on the side where everyone would see it tomorrow. Marking her like the possessive bastard he was. His hand around her throat tightened again, controlling every breath she took. Not enough to cut her off completely, but enough that each inhale came shallow and desperate, her head getting light and fuzzy while her pussy dripped even more down her thighs.

“Breathe when I let you,” he commanded, squeezing a little harder as he pinched her exposed nipple between his fingers, twisting it viciously. She gasped, the limited air making the sharp pain explode into overwhelming pleasure. He rolled the sensitive bud harder, pulling and flicking it until she was shaking, then switched to the other nipple, giving it the same brutal treatment.

“Look at these perfect fucking tits,” he muttered, slapping one breast lightly before latching his mouth onto the nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his hand kept restricting her breathing in that perfect rhythm. Every time she got close to the edge of too much, he loosened his grip just enough for her to suck in a ragged breath, only to squeeze again while he bit down on her nipple.

Y/N’s wrists stayed pinned high above her head, her back arched, pushing her chest further into his mouth like the desperate slut she was for him. “Please… I need more…”

Taehyung pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, admiring the swollen, spit-slick buds and the fresh hickeys decorating her neck like a claim. He ground his thick cock against her soaked folds again, the fat head nudging her entrance but never sliding in. Just teasing. Torturing.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said darkly, choking her a little tighter while his other hand delivered another sharp smack to her ass.

The sting mixed with the breath play had her eyes watering in the best way. He leaned in and sucked another hickey right below her ear, tongue lapping at the fresh mark as he rocked his hips, coating his dick in her slick without giving her the full thrust she craved.

Her lungs burned deliciously, vision spotting at the edges as he kept the pressure on her throat and twisted both nipples at the same time, hard and mean. “Taehyung… fuck… I’m yours. Use me however you want.”

That earned her a wicked smirk. He loosened his grip on her throat just enough for her to gulp in air, then immediately tightened it again while lining his throbbing cock up properly. The fat tip pushed against her tight hole, stretching her open just a fraction as he held her right there on the edge.

“Beg for it like you mean it, baby. Tell me exactly how you want me to smash this dick in and ruin you.”

Y/N’s lungs burned as Taehyung kept his strong hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath a conscious struggle. Her head felt floaty and hot, the lack of air sharpening every single sensation until her nipples throbbed and her pussy wept for him.

“Please, Taehyung… choke me harder while you play with my tits,” she gasped out, voice raspy and broken. “I want your mouth leaving more hickeys all over my neck so everyone knows I’m yours… Please smash that co—umm… inside me and wreck my cunt. I need it so bad I’m dripping everywhere.”

He let out a low, filthy laugh and rewarded her by tightening his grip on her throat even more, cutting her air off completely for a few dangerous seconds while he attacked her neck again. His mouth sucked a fresh, angry hickey right next to the others, teeth sinking in deep enough to make her eyes roll back. At the same time he pinched and twisted both her swollen nipples viciously, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until she was shaking uncontrollably, her pinned wrists flexing uselessly above her head.

The mirrors reflected everything back at them: her flushed face, the dark bruises blooming on her neck, her tits red and abused from his rough hands and mouth. Taehyung kept rocking his thick cock against her slick entrance, the head catching on her hole and stretching it open just a tiny bit before pulling back, never giving her the deep thrust she was dying for.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with pure lust. He lined up the fat, leaking head of his cock right against her dripping entrance again, pushing in just the tip so her pussy stretched around him obscenely. His hand flexed tighter around her throat, cutting off her air as he prepared to thrust.

“Fuck… that’s my good girl. Get ready.”

Taehyung’s eyes burned with raw, feral hunger as he held her there pinned, breathless, dripping. His hand flexed around her throat one final time, squeezing hard enough to make stars explode behind her eyelids, before he slammed his hips forward in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck—!” Y/N screamed, the sound choked off by his grip as his thick cock speared deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls around his girth in one savage stroke. He bottomed out instantly, heavy balls slapping against her ass, the fat head kissing her cervix with punishing force.

“Shit, baby… so fucking tight,” he growled, voice wrecked.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back just enough to feel her clench desperately around him, then drove in again harder, deeper setting a punishing rhythm that made the mirror behind her rattle with every snap of his hips.

The wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into her dripping cunt filled the practice room. Slick arousal coated his shaft and ran down her thighs with every thrust, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around him like it was trying to milk him dry.

Taehyung’s hand stayed locked around her throat, controlling her air while his other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He fucked her like he’d been starving for it deep, relentless strokes that had her toes curling and her pinned wrists straining above her head.

“Look at yourself,” he rasped, forcing her head toward the mirror with the hand in her hair. “Look how fucking pretty you look getting ruined on my cock.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust. The reflection was filthy: her skirt bunched around her waist, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, neck and chest covered in dark, possessive hickeys, her face flushed and lips parted in a silent cry as his thick cock disappeared inside her again and again.

He released her throat just long enough for her to suck in a desperate breath, then tightened again, cutting off her air as he angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside her over and over. Her vision whited out. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her belly, her walls spasming wildly around his pistoning cock.

“You gonna cum already, baby?” he taunted, teeth scraping her jaw. “Gonna soak my dick while I choke you?”

She could only nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cheeks. Her whole body trembled, pinned between the cool mirror and his scorching, sweat-slicked muscles.

Taehyung leaned in, biting down on the fresh hickey at the base of her throat as he fucked her mercilessly. “Then cum. Cum on my cock right now.”

The command shattered her. Y/N’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave her pussy clamping down hard around his thick length, gushing slick heat around him as she came with a broken, strangled cry. Her thighs shook violently, vision going black at the edges from the lack of air and the intensity of her release.

Taehyung groaned loudly, hips stuttering as her cunt fluttered and squeezed him. “Fuck—good girl. So fucking good for me.”

He fucked her through it, chasing his own release with short, powerful thrusts. His hand finally loosened around her throat, letting her gasp and moan freely as he buried his face in her neck, sucking another dark mark while his cock throbbed inside her.

With a deep, guttural moan, he slammed in one last time and came hard thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pulsing pussy, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft with every shallow grind of his hips.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, sweaty, trembling. Taehyung finally released her wrists and wrapped both arms around her, holding her close as he softened inside her.

“Fuck… I love you,” he murmured against her skin, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to one of the hickeys he’d left. “Best damn surprise I’ve ever had.”

Y/N smiled weakly, legs still shaking as she clung to him. “Love you too… Now can we finally eat that food before it gets cold?”

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In celebration of the new The Freak Circus update, I drew my own circus characters interacting with the members of the TFC cast I think they would get along with the most. Was this a thinly veiled excuse to draw both of my current fixations together? Yes, yes it was lmao.

Congratulations to @nekoboydreams!! You've done such an amazing job with TFC, and I cannot wait to see what else you have in store for the future!

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Adelina and Ticket Taker would both probably talk about topics that are relatively boring to most over coffee/tea, like taxes or all of the different things that must be done to keep their respective circuses afloat and running smoothly. They also both have some control-related issues, and things like organization and cleanliness are very important to them. As long as Adelina doesn't learn about what exactly The Freak Circus of Horrors does to some humans they come across, I feel like the two of them would get along pretty well. Plus, they both don't really trust most people, and that would be another factor that would get them on equal footing in the other's eyes.

Benedict and Pierrot are both relatively soft emotionally compared to their companions, which sometimes results in them getting hurt. I could totally see the two of them baking together, eating sweets, and gushing about their respective MCs like two lovesick puppies. However, much like Adelina, if Benedict ever found out what happened at The Freak Circus of Horrors, he would probably be the one most appalled, even if he understands why they must do what they have to do. Though, he can't exactly judge them too harshly, especially since he was once in their position before he found a place to call home at Cirque des Débuts. Pierrot also holds his family close/would do anything to keep his family safe, and Benedict knows exactly how that feels, too.

Clementine and Doctor were kind of the two outliers, but I feel as though they would get along somewhat well as soon as Clementine got comfortable with him. They're just kind of awkward and asocial in general, but I feel like Doctor wouldn't necessarily be much of a talker, which Clemeinte would appreciate (they much prefer sitting in silence to incessant or unnecessary small talk). Clementine would also probably take an interest in the Doctor's work/hobbies, not finding it as appalling as Benedict or as shameful as Adelina would. Out of all of their companions, Clementine has the most neutral stance on human life, and I feel that's something Doctor would relate to as well.

Dartois and Harlequin are both the youngest in their respective troupes, and they both have a penchant for stirring up drama or causing trouble, so I feel like they would be an unstoppable and annoying force to be reckoned with. While Dartios doesn't always purposefully try to get under other people's skin, they do, and they do a very good job at it. This is something Harlequin would probably use to his advantage, especially considering that Dartois is a bit naive still/getting used to living as a human (RIP Pierrot lmao). I just think they would be a hilarious duo and would probably accidentally burn down a building or something if left unsupervised.

Finally, Elliott and Jester both have quite a sadistic streak, so that would be a common ground they could stand on together (plus their overall dislike of humans or amusement regarding messing around with humans/treating them as pets is another similarity they have). While they certainly would disagree on some things, like Elliott finding that humans can be interesting to have around every now and again, I don't think it's enough to break the potential bond the two could possibly form. They also take an almost leader-type role within their respective circuses, even though Elliott's kin doesn't really listen to or respect him the way that Jester's kin does.

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...Yeah, this was just entirely self-indulgent of me, but it was fun thinking about how my own characters would interact with the TFC cast, especially considering how inspiring I find TFC to be as a solo indie developer myself! I mean, the characters are all non-human entities, they live at a circus, and they all have consumed (or still consume) people every now and again, so they would have a lot in common to talk about. It's a very messy sketch, but I needed to create it before getting back to work on my capstone (I desperately want to graduate and be done with school).

If anyone is interested in learning more about my OCs or the story they're from, you can read more about them on my itch.io page and see how the project progresses there (I have dev logs here on Tumblr, as well)!!

All artwork in this post belongs to me, and reposting my artwork on other sites is prohibited! Thank you very much!

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