#daddy v

This is what happens when you make an offhand comment to @ravenclawnerd about maybe drawing Jihyun happy. Next thing you know, you’ve drawn him with the son she created for him in her amazing fic. So here you are, Jihyun and Chanseong, finger painting together and just generally having a blast. Because you know Jihyun would be the best dad.

6x9″ Copic marker on cardstock.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY PASTEL PRINCE!  IM NOT SALTY AT ALL THAT I OWN AN IPHONE AND COULDN’T PLAY YOUR ROUTE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY OR ANYTHING. I’M FINE.  IN FACT IT JUST GAVE ME THE TIME TO FINISH WRITING THIS FOR YOU. 

Okay my darlings! This is just a HC about how V spends this birthday- it’s AU and steams right after V’s To Promise #7 as I can’t seem to get over Daddy V anytime soon. Whilst it’s not super important to have read it (there may be some places where you may go- huh?- but I understand skipping the previous story as it is over 18K long.)  So here is V, Dae Hyun and MC- celebrating V’s birthday.  Excuse me while I continue crying over not being able to make V happy. 

Request - 1.  Anonymous said: Hii again!!! I want you to make a smut with Taehyung and with a bit sadness at the beginning but at the end, I'd like to end up with a rough smut and fluffy ending!!! Thnx 😘😘    

                 2.  Anonymous said: 안녕하세요~!! Can you make a scenario with Taehyung being his girlfriend jealous, but at the end they are both turned on and have rough sex?                    

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Angst (Jealousy), Smut

Summary - Getting jealous is one of the traits that turn Taehyung on regardless of what you say or do.Consider it his kink. *wink wink*

Warning - Oral, daddy kink, dom-sub

Spending a weekend at home was probably the last thing you’d wanted to do.

Sighing, you plopped onto the sofa and lazily picked on the cushions, too bored out of your mind to even bother noticing your phone vibrating on the table in front of you.

Only when it began ringing the second time, did you push yourself up with a groan and picked the phone up, pressing the speaker on, Taehyung’s voice immediately greeting you.

Perhaps he was bored too.

‘Hey, Y/N, I called to say I won’t be making it home in another three-to-four hours, okay?’ His lazy voice indicated the hours of lecture he’d been going through since morning was nothing pleasant either. Who had lectures during the weekend anyway?

You sighed through your nose, 'Why?’

'Tutoring’ He said, his voice clipped. You stiffened instantly. Tutoring was fine - but if the person-

'With?’ Taehyung knew the tone too well. He was inwardly squirming already at the possible wrath he would face later at home. But strangely, he still smiled.

'Look, Y/N, it’s just for this month. We have our mid-terms coming up and I can’t fail it. You know how important that scholarship is for me.’ He was right - you did know how important the lectures were for him. Still, that didn’t answer your question. But it didn’t have to. The tired and exhausted breath that clung to his voice as he explained it as sweetly as he could, answered enough.

'Is she the only person who can tutor you?’ You asked, trying to sound as bored as possible. If you were really bored, then keeping the tightness in your voice from him wouldn’t be so hard, right?

Wrong.

'Yes, baby. She is.’ The faint ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece seemed to amplify as though Taehyung’s own life was timed - or perhaps your anger.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried not to yell as you loosed a shaky breath and spoke, 'Okay, cool. See you in the evening.’ And the call cut as swiftly as a knife would.

Your head was pounding. That girl - that tutor - his classmate - she made you want to shatter things. You didn’t know if he was just too blind, or naïve, or incredulous, or all three - but you had seen the hunger in her eyes as she had watched him, the last time you’d crossed paths. If she as much as breathed wrong in his direction- You didn’t want to complete the thought.

You trusted Taehyung. Enough to know he would push her away if she was to get too touchy. Enough to know he would come home to you and make it up to you. Yet somewhere, a tendril of guilt pulled at your heart. For all that he was working hard, if this was how you were going to pay him back with…

You shook your head. You had every right to be…jealous. There, you said it. Although you hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, he knew you way too well to not see through that fake wall of 'oh-she’s-really-nice’ attitude.

Now, all you had left to do was wait for your boyfriend to come home. And maybe not throw things or pull your hair out as you did so.

The hours went by like years. Every minute you’d heard even the slightest rustling of leaves or the tapping of a tree branch against the window - your head would snap to the door.

Three-to-four hours. That’s what he’d said. And only two had passed. Your hand itched to type - to let him know you were anything but patiently awaiting his arrival - to let him know you were really missing him. It was genuine, though. You had that much courtesy. A weekend with hours to spend - why spend it alone when you had a boyfriend to spend it with. Except yours was not at home. Or with you.

You sprawled on the sofa, and like that, another hour passed.

With every other half an hour, your position on the furniture shifted - your legs would be on the arms of the couch, hanging by its side, or your head would be dipped by the front, your legs resting on top of the couch. Even with blood rushing to your head you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Then you heard the fumbling of keys. And the turning of the lock. And then shuffling of feet as the person finally got in and closed the door. By then, you had straightened up, your butt resting where it was supposed to, before it was off the furniture.

'I’m home- Y/N?’ He sounded surprised as you rushed past him, your feet thundering on the floor as you made your way to your shared room. Perhaps he could sleep on the sofa tonight. It served him enough to come home an hour late.

'Y/N,’ you heard him before he’d made his way to the room you were in, your back facing him as you stood in front of the window - the sun setting behind the buildings as the time ticked into evening.

Again, the same exhausted voice sounded as he repeated your name, but this time in close proximity. He was tired - you knew it. But you just couldn’t stand it. His hands came to rest on both your shoulders, and you could feel the the ring - the one you’d gifted him - digging into your shoulder as he pressed his fingers around both your shoulders. They were small enough to disappear into his large hands. And you liked that.

He turned you around slowly, and you braced yourself as you heard a gasp leave his lips. A gasp so quiet but sharp, before he whispered, 'Baby…’

Your glistened eyes watched his exposed chest, the first two buttons kept unbuttoned as he had rushed today morning.

'Why are you crying?’ His soft, baritone voice rang in your ears and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. This was stupid - you couldn’t believe you were crying over this.

'I can’t take it, Taehyung.’ You confessed. And you didn’t have to explain what you were talking about. He knew exactly just what - who - you were referring to.

And in a voice he’d never used with you before, he said, 'We’ve talked about this, Y/N.’

It was disappointment. And the edge of his temper. You were really yanking at it. Even with that tone, you didn’t stop. And you just really wanted to slap yourself for it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did before you.

'I don’t care, Taehyung. It just really, really bothers me how you don’t notice how she looks at you,’ You spoke calmly, even your temper tipping off the edge.

He let your shoulders go, his hands going deep into his pockets as his eyes fixated on you. You knew where this was going - the gesture itself screamed, run.

'And why should I? I have my girlfriend in front of me to know I have nobody else to to look at. To need to look at.’ He countered, and you would’ve swooned if it weren’t for that little devil of jealousy dancing inside you. Your eyes looked at him beneath your eyebrows before you tipped your head to look up at him.

'So even if she made a move on you, you’d just brush it off saying that I’m your girlfriend and you have nobody else to touch-’

'Y/N!’ you flinched as he raised his voice, 'That’s enough! I’ve had enough of your shit about that girl. She’s just as harmless as you are. And if you maybe could look beyond that jealousy, you’d see it.’ His voice lowered considerably, but you hadn’t cowered. You held his stare, and him yours, and then you noticed his eyes. His pupils had dilated a great deal.

You opened your mouth, ready to verbally slap him, to point out that you weren’t as jealous as he was claiming you to be when you felt the ghost of a touch linger around your jaw, before he surely grabbed it, his thumb grazing over the border of your mouth before it moved to caress your cheek.

Your heart thundered in your chest, 'So it’s alright for you to be an over-protective bastard when I simply smile at a guy, while I can’t even breath wrong towards a girl who’s probably touched you?’

A faint flash of amusement flickered across his brown orbs as you spoke. You hadn’t noticed he’d been nudging you towards the wall beside the window until your back was pressed surely against it, the coldness stinging your exposed shoulders, the tank top now seemed to have being nothing but a nuisance as he kept watching you. He ran a seductive tongue over his lips, as he watched your own.

'Yes, princess. That’s correct, but don’t worry, she was nowhere near me,’ He breathed, his hands now falling down your sides slowly as he dragged his fingers delicately along the length of your arms before gripping your wrists roughly enough to contrast with the way he spoke, and pinning them smack above you against the cold wall. He pressed his body against yours, his exposed chest seeming to gleam against the golden-orange light that bled through the window. And as he pressed further, you felt the undeniably large evidence of his arousal against your core, letting you loosen a whimper at the attention.

'Because,’ He continued, and you had long forgotten what he’d been blabbering about, 'Only I get to touch you like this,’ his hand dipped down your arms that were held by his other, and fell against your breasts, his fingers kneading you through the material of your flimsy tank top. He smirked - not wearing a bra was definitely a wise decision.

'Only I get to feel you like this,’ he pressed his groin against yours in emphasis, and moved so subtly you had to close your eyes to feel it. 'And only I get to kiss you like this,’ he finally added, before he pressed his mouth against yours, and began kissing you so wickedly, so feverishly, it was like he was more than just ready to devour you whole - and god be damned, did you like that idea.

He pulled away, and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, your hands falling by your sides again. His eyes gleamed in the light, and the lust you saw there - sugar coated with dominance and passion - drove you crazy. Let the tutor be damned.

‘I wonder what that mouth can do, other than whine about me wanting to study, hmm?’ He drawled, and you felt your mouth water. The thought of him filling your mouth-

‘Come here,’ His deep, guttural voice broke through your train of thoughts - more like images - as he brought you back to reality. As though under his command, your legs carried you to him, his hands hanging loosely by his sides while he stood a few feet in front of you, his eyes dragging over your body like a scanner. Once you got in arms length of reach, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, gathering you in his arms before he claimed your mouth once more. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. His tongue brushed over your lip and you were more than just ecstatic to let him in, letting him dominate over you as much as he wanted to.

And then his arousal poked your thigh - and it was like feeling skin wrapped steel as it did so. You ran a palm down his torso, and his stomach before placing a palm on him, before rubbing him through the material, a growl erupting from him and swallowed by you.

You pulled away and before he could say anything, you pushed him hard enough to make the back of his knees collide against the bed and let him fall on the mattress. You walked closer to him, getting down on your knees as close as possible to his clothed member before yanking the zip down and unbuckling his pants, pulling the material down along with his boxers. It was more than just a sight to behold. A moan escaped your lips.

‘Show Daddy how that lovely mouth works wonders, kitten.’ Was all he needed to say before you grabbed him eagerly, giving him a few teasing pumps, before you leaned in and licked a good length from the base and along his shaft up until his tip. The groan that left his mouth was so deep you felt you’d become undone right there.

You wrapped your lips tight around his shaft, taking him in enough to reach the back of your tongue, but not deep enough for his tip to collide with the back of your throat. You were teasing him so subtly - but he knew you too well, enjoyed it too well, to refrain himself from thrusting into your mouth. And when you bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob, his hands weaved into your hair and clutched tighter, his hips momentarily bucking into your mouth, ‘That’s it kitten, take all of Daddy,’ He moaned deeply, and you obeyed. And boy were you God gifted to not have a gag reflex. Because his next thrust went so deep, that when it touched the back of your throat, you’d felt him twitch, as though ready to come, but he growled loudly, ‘No.’

He pulled himself out of your mouth, and you felt your saliva mixed with his pre cum dripping down the corner of your mouth, his hungry eyes taking the sight in before he leaned forward, his member touching his shirt covered toned stomach as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips, licking away the trickle of fluid, ‘Get on me, baby girl.’ 

You instantly got to your feet, and almost hissed as the burning on your knees finally registered - carpet burns. And the angry red on your knees were  enough for him to see before he looked up at you, and as though a switch clicked in him, he stood up. ‘You know what, I have a much better idea.’

Your heart hammered so loud it echoed in your ears as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing over a sensitive spot beneath your ear, his arms wrapping around you securely and pulling you closer to him. His chest remained glossy, and the buttons too annoying to keep them together. Your hands worked on them but he simply moved them away, before you felt a silky material wrap itself around your wrists. You gasped as the sight of his discarded tie around your wrists came into view.

Picking you up, he placed you on the dresser behind you that you hadn’t noticed he’d been leading you towards. Your tied hands immediately went over his head, resting on his shoulder blades before he pulled you closer to him, your clothed core meeting his bare shaft, your eyes closing in response. By instinct, your head dipped backwards, and you felt his lips latch onto the skin of your neck, where he began suckling and kissing, nipping at certain parts where he knew was the most pleasurable for you. You let out a breathy moan as you felt him nearing your breasts.

‘Do I make you feel good, Y/N?’ His head reappeared, and you brought your head back up, your half lidded eyes meeting his blazed and lust-filled ones, his hands already kneading the skin under your tank top of your back.

‘Hmm?’ You hummed, as you felt one of his hands make its way towards your throbbing heat, anticipating the much needed attention from him. As you waited with closed eyes, his hand moved closer, his fingers expertly maneuvering around your inner thighs before settling flat over your heat.

‘Must I repeat my question, love?’ He whispered, his mouth so close to your ear, his breath tickled your ear lobe. Goosebumps rose on the surface of your skin and you looked at him, ‘You make me feel more than just good, Daddy.’ You breathed.

His eyes crinkled ever so slightly as his lips twitched, ‘Good girl, kitten.’ He began moving his fingers roughly against your clothed heat, it already being wet from all the sexual tension that had been hanging since the moment he had turned you around at the window, and since the moment you had caught sight of his gleaming chest. And now when you watched him, his eyes trained on your parted lips, you noticed the glimmering of the chain he always wore.

Right then, you moaned, ‘I need you, Taehyung.’ You dared use his name, but rather than him stopping, you only heard him growl, ‘Fuck this shit. Come here, Y/N.’ And what happened next was simply a blur of moans, and kisses and a whole lot of fucking.

You felt his fingers tear away the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear along with it, the tip of his member greeting you almost instantly. Your hands remained behind his head, tied and bounded while he unbuttoned his shirt with one free hand, while he held you with his other. As his shirt came free, his hands pulled you closer to him as possible, his shimmering and toned chest finally meeting your clothed one. And with that one pull, he had you filled. Filled to the brim. You let out a yelp as you felt him stretch you massively, his member getting harder inside you as you bucked your hips against his, indicating it was okay to move. After that, it was as though he had completely forgotten what mercy was.

He thrusted, hard and deep into you, your breasts bouncing behind your tank top that he was (in the heat of the moment) too annoyed to bear - leading to his hand grabbing the front of your top and rip it, it falling apart in two pieces. But you were too into the moment to even care - or hear the material ripping.

He moved faster, his hands working wonders on your hardened nipples while you grabbed what you could of his hair, his lips latching onto your lips in a hungry, heated kiss.

‘I believe this is more than just enough to let you know that you belong to me, no, kitten?’ He growled in a predatory-like voice onto your lips, your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt your release fast-approaching, ‘And you, me, Daddy.’ You breathed in broken whispers, your walls tightening around him, the dresser under you banging against the wall as he pushed harder into you.

He groaned, in what you thought was his response as his thrusts began slacking, his eyes shutting tight as he led the two of you to euphoria. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as you bucked your hips, feeling his release spill inside you whilst you released around him, your moans chorused as you dipped your head onto his shoulder.

You legs unwrapped in fatigue, your hands doing the same, as you breathed heavily onto his sweaty skin. You felt him pull out of you, his chuckle reverberating inside you as he whispered, ‘Always, Y/N.’ And it took you a second before you recognized that as his response to your claim.

You brought your head back up, anything but exhaustion in his eyes seen as he smugly said, ‘Up for round two, kitten? Or do you have more to whine about?’

And you certainly did whine the next morning as you got up to walk.