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HoneyMoon In Paris

Pairing: V x femReader

Word count: 2,920 words

Smut Below The cut

WIP not yet finished

You wake up to him jumping up and down on the bed.

“Tae! Tae!” You scream into your pillow, immediately annoyed with him already ruining your plans for the morning. He is fully clothed, already back from a run.Still you don’t lift your head so, he flops down into a cross legged pose. You can now see he’s holding his breakfast, a red apple.

“Are you happy now?” He asks with a little bit of sass as he tucks your hair away from your face.

“No.” you pout stubbornly , finally rolling over. “What are we going to do today?” you say gently tugging the sheet over your nipples.

“Whatever you want.” he says, taking a small bite of his apple and using one finger to pull down the sheet ,back to it’s original position. He looks down at you smugly.

He had essentially been leading the honeymoon since he had been everywhere. You were happy there were so many places he had wanted to share with you. But, today was the first day where it seemed as though things would be more relaxed.

“Up!” he commands, slapping you on the ass and heading towards the bathroom. You watch the crack in the door as he bites the apple in his mouth,simultaneously sliding his shorts down his tanned legs. His hair flutters out from his forehead and you admire the muscles contracting on his side and arms. He moves to turn on the shower and you watch as the steam pools into the bathroom.

“Fuck” you whisper under your breath,sinking further into the mattress. You get up and gently pad your way towards the bathroom, quietly brushing your teeth and enjoying his shower song as he hums to himself. His song becomes quieter before he stops altogether.

“I think I know what the plan is for today.” he says after turning off the water. You had zoned out momentarily admiring his half eaten apple on the counter.

“What’s that?” you ask, spitting in the sink and washing out your mouth, regaining consciousness.

“ I think” he reaches up pulling a towel down from over the shower door

“ We should go shopping for you. Girls like that right?”he asks jokingly , knowing he loves to shop more than anyone you have ever met. Well….aside from Hobi.

“Sure.” you laugh, rinsing out your mouth and drying your face for the last time. He comes up behind you in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head before resting his chin there. He smiles at you in the mirror, his chubby cheeks making you roll your eyes. His ability to be effortlessly cute was your hardest of his talents to ignore, especially when he used it to his advantage.

“Get ready!” he says, backing away and slapping you on the ass……..again.

“Tae!” you scream but he's already ran out of the room.

You let out an exhale outside of the store. He was carrying bags and paying for everything. Not that you were surprised , this is how he acted in public since your very first date but, going into a lingerie store with him , you knew the public was bound to hear about it. Whether it came out during your trip or was polite enough to wait until you got home. There was a Frenchman holding open the door to the store and he greeted you with a smile. You were still too deep in thought to continue forward.

“Hey hey…” he walked towards you calmly , picking up on your stress.

“This is our last stop, I think you’ll like it here.” he continues, You looked at him and rolled your eyes, knowing more than anything he would like it there. You stepped inside the small french shop, immediately amazed by the caliber and quality of the material. Some of these sets actually looked sturdy, like something you could feel confident in. You knew you were beautiful . You knew Tae worshipped your body but, it also didn’t escape you that he was a kpop idol heralded for his looks and sense of fashion. The world had made it clear that you were not the woman they had expected.Something about being perceived that way was harder to grasp than the fact that you had married an international superstar.

“Tae, how expensive is this stuff?” you can tell he is immediately pleased by your shock.

There were handcrafted dominatrix outfits, leather bustiers daintily draped over faceless mannequins and other displays.The man who held the door open asked if everything was to his liking in french. He replied back, which as far as you knew was the extent of his french but, you were impressed nonetheless. The man then left the room through a door on the opposing side, the old door making a very loud locking sound. And you looked at Tae in surprise. You followed him to the center of the store as he sat in an exaggerated royal looking chair. You almost couldn’t even hear the paparazzi anymore. This far into the store felt safe. You stood next to him, continuing to survey the room. He crossed his legs, turning to you.

“Y/N” he says roughly “ I want you to pick something.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his tone. He raised his eyebrows in your direction, punctuating his request.

You walked through the avant garde aisles for a bit but you knew you were picking a piece that had stunned you the second you walked through the door. As you made your way towards it. It suddenly dawned on you that everything in the store was your size. Your least favorite color wasn’t even in the room. Not one garment had been made that didn’t seem like your style. This was the moment of realization that Tae had commissioned this entire outing. You grabbed your lingerie and rushed back to where his chair was, nearly tripping over his foot in the process.

“Why are you running?” he looked confused but smiled at your childish antics.

“Did you rent this entire place and commission the designer to make things specifically for me ?” you questioned. The look on your face must have been absolutely priceless because he lets out the most guttural laugh ,clapping his hands and doubling over in the chair.

“Yes, and I’m glad you don’t think it’s too much .” he shrugged, beginning to blush. The redness at his neck and in his cheeks was always a dead giveaway that he was just as infatuated with you as you were with him. He extended a hand to you “I’m so glad you’re my wife.” he smiles , pulling you into his chair. He adjusts his legs and you stand between them, bending down to kiss him in the chair. He smells good as always and your heart flutters the same way it does everytime he kisses you. You begin to straddle him, working towards sitting on top of him when you hear his protests.

“No, no , no” he whispers “ I want to see this on.”

You smiled, immediately catching on to what he was thinking.

“Where do I go?” you say popping up and he points to a curtain behind him.

“I can help if you need me to” he says , the tiniest bit of honesty mixed in with his dirty thoughts.

“ I can do it.” You say confidently , turning on your heels.

You were out in no time.Hangups and personal insecurities aside, this is what you and Tae excelled at. Your understanding of each other's bodies was one of the first things that drew you to one another. He smiled like a kid when he saw you.

“I like this one.” he says, smile widening. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the small bit of collarbone and peck that are peeking out from under his dress shirt and you can tell he notices that you are eyeing him.

“Actually” he gets up headed towards you. He takes your hand, pulling you back towards the dressing room. He spins you into the oversized dressing room, pulling the curtain behind you. Quickly he pins you between him and the wall. Your hands find their way to his tiny waist and you make quick work of lifting up his shirt and pressing your hands to the warmth of his core. His kiss deepens and lets out a slight moan into your mouth, as he can’t help but be overwhelmed by the heat between the two of you. He holds your face in one hand and kisses your neck with the other. His lips are so soft, your eyes begin to roll back in your head.

“I love you .” he whispers into your neck. These words have the effect of making your insides melt. His skin was flawless and gentle against yours, his lips puffy from the pressure of the two of you meeting over and over again. You reach a hand down, into his pants and you can feel his cock straining, begging to be set free. You quickly undo his pants and slide your hand down to meet the delicate skin of his member. He shudders at your touch but, releases the most guttural moan of pleasure you have ever heard from him. He grabs your face with both hands, pushing you back into the wall and kissing you deeply. He rolls himself into your hand as you feel his hands begin to shift. He pulls your teddy to the side and ingles himself at your opening. Your body is begging for him and he smiles to himself at your neediness.

“What do you want?” he asks patiently.

“Come on” you respond in frustration .

“I won’t do it unless you tell me you want me to.” he whispers.

Your eyes looked up to meet his, he was so earnest. He wanted you to beg for him. In the insanity that had become the beginning of your marriage he longed for the connection.

“Please- Please fuck me” you choked out.

“You can be louder baby .” he smiled back in response.

“Please fuck me right now , in the dressing room I-”

Your pleas turned into a moan as he entered you.

“Good girl, shhh.shhh.” he cooed slowly rocking into you. He steadied his hips and his eyes on you , going through every moment with you, reading your eyes to know if pressure was to much or just enough.

“neowaui yeongyeol-eun jib-ida” he said under his breath. Your korean was good but, still some cultural sayings stumped you.

“neowaui yeongyeol-eun jib-ida” he says again, before kissing you. He stops you from getting to ask again with his hands are tangled in your hair. You begin to let out guttural noises as he holds your throat and your opposing hip to wall while claiming your body.After a few more thrusts he comes inside of you ,out of breath, you push back the damp hairs on his forehead and kiss it, in exasperation. You both laugh at eachother, at the power of the moment as it fades.

“Are you sure there aren’t others you wanted to try?” he asks jokingly.

You look up at him innocently and say “ I think we should try them all on…..back at the hotel.”

He smiles, kissing you deeply again . Eventually, you pull back looking at him, knowing he is much to popular of a public figure for this to continue.

“Okay” he nods sighing into a smile as you pull apart and attempt to make yourself presentable again. The honeymoon was just beginning.

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