𝑪 𝑯 𝑨 𝑷 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹 𝑻 𝑯 𝑰 𝑹 𝑻 𝒀 - 𝑭 𝑰 𝑽 𝑬

THERE IS SOMETHING so peaceful about cleaning up at Taehyung's house. It was a neat routine. Venus would start in the living room, dusting, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming the rug, fluffing the pillows on the couch, etc. Then the kitchen. She moves on to the foyer where she sweeps, mops, dusts, and trims the bonsai tree if it's required.

Only now has Venus been able to get around to cleaning up Taehyung's studio. It was something Taehyung was all that particularly ecstatic about, but he reluctantly allowed her to do it because he needed to work on his organization. Everything right now was simply an organized mess. He could never forget where he place something because he visually remembered where it was. That is if he used it within the previous month or so. Memories can only last so long.

Taehyung busied himself with his latest painting of Venus, the one with the smudged roses on her stomach. Once again, the painting was from his perspective between her legs. This time, it was at a slightly lowered angle. This time, to hide her identity, her head was tilted upwards so anyone who looked upon the painting would only see her jaw.

But the key detail of the painting was smackdab in the middle of their face, right between her legs was a rose. A beautiful pink rose. The bud of the rose was put in place of her clit. Venus was flustered just as she was the last time she saw one of his paintings. He was turning them out fast. Taehyung simply said she gave him so much inspiration, he never wanted to stop painting.

It was hard for Taehyung to focus with Venus moving around in the background, so distracting with her unmatched beauty. He'd be painting, paying careful attention to the minor, meticulous details. He made sure to dot all her moles and to give special attention to her stretch marks. But then his eyes would be drawn away from this art and to another work of art, far more beautiful than anything he could ever create.

She shuffled around in his peripheral vision, behind him occasionally, but she never once tried to interrupt him. At least intentionally. Her presence was distracting enough as it was, a welcome distraction but a distraction nonetheless. Taehyung had before insisted that she didn't come and clean today, to give it another week. He felt bad having her clean up after they just had their date, but once more Venus insisted upon it. "It's my job." She reasoned and promptly went to work before he could discourage her again.

She cleaned his desk first, organized all his sticky notes so they weren't simply all over the place. She dusted the surface and wiped it down to restore its shiny surface once layered in dust. She swept the floors, humming softly to herself while she waded around him.

There was something so domestic about a scene like this, Venus humming, cleaning, while he watched her with hearts and stars in his eyes and his heart beating in his stomach. He should start painting with her in the room more often. That extra kick of inspiration and energy was just what he needed to get these paintings done. As time bore on, he grew tired and disinterested. That was simply human nature. One cannot continuously do one thing without growing tired of it.

So sometimes he would get other business done. Make sure the Red Room was running smoothly, talk to potential buyers for his paintings, some just wanted one for their personal collection, some modern art museums wanted to display his work, plus he had to set up everything for his upcoming gallery which he aptly named "The Doves of Venus".

Occasionally, he'd stop not because he got bored, but because he got hard. He was painting the body of the woman he found most beautiful in the world, recalling all their moments of passion, of course, he'd get horny. To which he'd have to stop, relieve himself and then continue.

And now she was here, wearing jeans that hug her frame in the best way possible. It was truly unfair.

"Have you ever painted yourself?" Venus questioned. She had been wondering this for a while because whenever she looked up his paintings, they were all of another person, another body in such an intimate position with him. She turned to look at him. "If you paint what's beautiful, where are all the paintings of you?"

There should be dozens if not hundreds of paintings just of him if he wants to capture and immortalize true beauty.

Taehyung stopped painting to look at her, setting his brush in the water along with the other cluster of various-sized brushes. "I do have paintings of myself." He told her as if it were obvious. He was his own first study of human anatomy, how bodies worked. He has plenty of paintings of himself, he just figured none of them were worth showing to the public. "They're only a few of them. I only know where one is, I think." He had stored them away in the back of the studio bathroom he had renovated into a secondary closet (the first one was used to store all his...toys.).

With that knowledge, Venus' curiosity burned. Twisting her fingers with a timid look across her face, she asked, "can I see them?" She wanted to know if he painted himself as accurately as he painted her.

Taehyung wasn't shy about his old work, though they weren't nearly as good as his more recent ones. He figured he'd show her the most recent one he had painted when he was bored about a year ago. He knew where that one was before he saw it, tucked away in the very back of his closet.

So he got up, wiped his hands on his apron, and made his way towards the closet to show her the painting she so greedily desired to see. He opened up the door, shelves lined the walls of the room, some stacked with unused canvases, others with extra art supplies in case he ever needed backups.

In the very back was a stack of old paintings he never sold, most, people never even knew existed. Venus stood at the doorway, thinking of all the ways she could better organize this small room to get as much space out of it as she could.

After searching through the pile, Taehyung finally found it, the only painting of himself he could find. Maybe he burned the others out of sheer embarrassment of how they came out.

Taehyung looked past the canvas at Venus. "Are you sure you wanna see it?" His eyes flickered back to the painting before returning to her. It wasn't that he was embarrassed. Most of the shame has worn off over the years. It was simply a body, that's how he rationalized it. Everyone has these parts, so why should he feel embarrassed about it? If anything, he'd be more embarrassed by his style of art.

Venus nods. "Absolutely." Her curiosity can't be quenched by anything except that painting. So, Taehyung shrugged and handed the painting off to her.

She didn't know what she expected but it wasn't...this. Just like all his other paintings, it was from his perspective, looking down at himself. There were a few strands of what she assumed was hair coming from the edges of the painting. His toned torso led to the deep v of his hips all the way down to the main focal point of the painting.

He held himself in his hand, she could almost see the way he stroked the satin skin of his cock. He defined every vein with immaculate detail. This thumb sat against the pink tip of his dick. Shiny white beads of cum covered his hands. It erupted from him like a volcano, trails of cum covering his abdomen, hand, and pelvis.

Venus' face grew hot to the touch. She wouldn't be surprised if she began steaming. It was as if she had never seen him naked in real life or this was her first experience of anything graphically sexual.

"You can have it if you want it," Taehyung told her off-handedly. "It's not like I have any use for it." He passed her by to return to his painting. He didn't want the paint to dry up and he'd have to paint over it.

Venus couldn't imagine owning a painting like this, having it what? Hung up on her wall for everyone to see? She wasn't as nonchalant about nude bodies as Taehyung was. "I should wrap it up as a gift for Jimin." It was a feeble joke, one Taehyung snorted at. "I'm sure he'll love it." For a moment, he was about to sit down when a thought sprung into his head. He was far too impatient and even more horny to wait until later. His painting wouldn't suffer too much drying a bit.

"Come here, princess." He walked towards the bed she had so neatly made up. Venus quickly set the painting down before shuffling over to him. She was getting better at smoothly transitioning into her position as his sub. "Yes, sir?"

"I want to try something. Won't you help me with it?" He removed his apron, letting it fall to their feet. He then moved on to pull off his shirt with an inquisitive expression on his beautiful features. His shirt ruffled up his hair, fluffy and dark, getting longer by the day in messy curls. Venus swallowed. "Of course."

Taehyung took the honor upon himself to undress her, removing her shirt button by button, then her pants. It was like unwrapping a present and he was a giddy child. Every graze of their skin was electrifying. She sparked him, the fuel to his inner fire. How would he ever go on without her?

He tilted her head up and pressed his lips to hers. He wanted to stain his lips with her sweet taste. He wanted to know nothing except the taste of her. She was enough for him to simply never need to eat or sleep again. She was all the energy he needed. His hands roamed her bare body, pulling her against his so she could feel him, hard and erect against her stomach.

Finally, Taehyung set her on the bed and parted her legs. She offers no resistance to him as he comes and sits between her legs. He loves how easily she reacts to him, how wet she is already. His fingers glide between her lips, gathering creamy wetness on his digits before rubbing her clit. His lips bit softly on her bottom one before latching together.

Taehyung took her right hand and brought it to his dick simply dying for her touch. It's clear what he wants, and Venus doesn't hesitate to comply. She wraps her fingers around the thick appendage. She stroked him gently, up and down while circling her thumb on his weeping tip, leaking with sticky pre-cum.

Venus gasps, squeezing softly around him when Taehyung pressed his middle and index finger in her. She could only describe his moans as the sweet, tempting waves of the vast, endless sea. They were deep and throaty. His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his forehead to hers and continued to finger her. He was knuckles deep inside her, feeling around her silky walls until he pressed the softest spot and earned himself a whiney moan. "Sir~"

"Keep going, princess. You got this." She hadn't even noticed that she had stopped until now. Venus continued, flicking her wrists as she attempted to concentrate on giving him pleasure while he busied himself with fingering her with the pad of his thumb weighing on her clit.

Taehyung didn't know how he was lasting this long. He's had wet dreams lasting a mere few minutes that had him awake in a sticky mess. Now he was looking at her, all wide-eyed with her pouty, kiss-swollen lips while her hand stroked his cock. He looked down at his hand, wildly entering in and out of her pretty pussy while this thumb circled over her clit.

He was envious of his own fingers, covered in the very essence of her. He'd much rather it be his mouth, or his dick that makes her cum, to feel her on his tongue or pulsing around his cock, but this was nice too. Every flex of her muscles clamping down around him he was sure would be his undoing, but he lasted just a minute longer.

Taehyung knew her. He could see the signs that she was close from her labored breaths to the way her sweet whines became a bit higher than usual. She continued to pump him in her hands, a bit faster now. She wanted him to cum with her.

Venus was the first to go, falling over the edge of the cliff into the deep, endless sea below. The waves crash down on her, swallowing her whole. "Sir." He kissed her again, massaging her walls, and guiding her through the motions. She could feel him twitch in her hand and knew he wasn't very far behind her.

His moans became lower in comparison to hers becoming higher. With his hand placed over hers and his lips firmly attached to hers, Taehyung came all over her. It was very sudden, shooting out to splatter onto her chest and stomach and dear God, it just kept coming. It covered her hand, much like his painting sitting against the doorframe.

His body shuddered on top of hers. An iron will was what kept him from collapsing on top of her beautiful body, defiled and tainted by his cum. But Taehyung would be a liar to say it didn't give him some deep-seated satisfaction. Next would have to be her mouth.

"You will be the end of me, Venus De Rosa," Taehyung swore to her. Venus could only lazily giggle in response. "I'm sure you'll end me before that ever happens."

Taehyung grabbed a towel and took diligent care cleaning the two of them up like if he rubbed too hard he would ruin the art he so carefully worked on perfecting.

"You should put the paintings of you on display at your gallery."

Taehyung scoffed at the thought of having paintings of his own body at a gallery. "It's a gallery meant for you, not me." He was a simple painter, not a model himself. But Venus insisted. "I will entirely refuse to be in any more of your paintings if you don't include yourself." Taehyung didn't like to be set to ultimatums, for his choices to be reduced.

But it wasn't like he was embarrassed. He just didn't see the art he created of himself as worth anyone's time. But Venus seemed to see the value in showing himself off. She would share her gallery with him because she thought he deserved the spotlight as well. He was just as beautiful as her.

Taehyung sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll start including myself in the paintings." If that will make her happy then fine. It wouldn't be too much of a problem. They would have to start using a mirror though so he can see himself. "But not by myself. I'll be in the paintings of you." A compromise of sorts. The focus will still be on her, but he will still be in the painting with her, merely complimenting her. "Deal?"

Venus would like Taehyung to have his own portraits, but she figured this would be a good start.

"Deal."

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

I didn't expect to put smut into this chapter but it kind happened. Oh well 🤷‍♀️ what can I do?

TSA of the Day:

"A man came to my house all angry and shit because apparently I fucked his wife and I was like... "I've fucked a lot of men's wives, you'll have to give me a name, actually I probably won't remember that either...describe her, does she have good pussy?" He nearly punched me in the face."
-Taehyung

Tell me if I already used this one. I'm losing track of all of them. Also, any ideas for TSAs or JSAs are gladly welcome.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

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~Kay ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄