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It’s been stuck on 9 minutes left for the past 3 hours and I honestly don’t know what’s going on 😭 Both videos are 22 minutes long, so I don’t think they’ll upload tonight…

You guys should go get some sleep. I’m really sorry for not uploading on time 💔

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Devious Love 10 is coming tonight, baby girls… stay ready 😏✨

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Devious love 9 [2/2] #smut

**Taehyung:** "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "Mine."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that tasted of hunger and possession. It wasn't gentle; it was a claim.

His tongue danced with hers before he moved down to the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking and nipping just hard enough to leave a mark—a visible sign to the world that she belonged to him.

His hands moved lower, cupping her breasts. He began to play with them, his thumbs grazing her nipples until she was arching her back, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

He let out a low growl of approval, his mouth following his hands. He took one peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his other hand kneaded the soft flesh, making Y/N whimper his name.

Taehyung eventually moved lower, his kisses trailing down the center of her chest to her stomach. He kissed the soft skin there, his hot breath fanning against her as he moved toward the edge of her thighs.

**Taehyung:** "I told you, Noona... when I'm with you, the noise stops. Right now, I can't hear anything but the sound of your heart racing for me."

Taehyung didn't stop at her stomach. He moved lower, forcing her thighs wide apart and pinning them down with his elbows so she couldn't close them. He looked up at her for a second, his eyes dark and focused, before he buried his face between her legs.

He started using his tongue in long, slow strokes, licking her from bottom to top. He was being deliberate, swirling his tongue around her clit and then pushing two fingers inside her at the same time. The wet, slapping sound of his mouth against her skin filled the room.

Y/N arched her back off the bed, her hands clutching the silk sheets until they bunched up in her fists. She looked up at the mirrored ceiling and saw the reflection of the scene—Taehyung’s dark hair between her pale thighs, his face messy with her wetness as he worked on her.

**Y/N:** "Fuck... Taehyung..."

She gasped as he flicked his tongue faster, his fingers mimicking the pace inside her. The friction was intense. After about five minutes of him relentlessly eating her out, Y/N felt her entire body go rigid. Her muscles clamped down around his fingers as she began to come, her hips bucking uncontrollably.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, she tried to push his head away and close her thighs to stop the overstimulation. But Taehyung was stronger. He didn't let her move. He used one hand to press down hard on her stomach, pinning her to the mattress, while his other hand forced her right thigh even wider.

He didn't pull away even as she finished. He kept his tongue right on her, vibrating it against her sensitive skin until she was shaking and crying out for him to stop.

**Taehyung:** (Looking up at her, his lips glistening) "I'm not done with you yet, Noona. You’re going to take every bit of this."

YN's pov

I watched from the pillows, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps, as Taehyung stood up at the edge of the bed. He didn't look away from me as he stripped off his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion, kicking them to the floor.

My throat went tight as I looked at him. He stood there, completely bare, and began to slowly stroke his length, his eyes tracking the way my chest was heaving. I felt a desperate, throbbing ache between my thighs that made me want to hide, but when I tried to pull my legs together, he stepped back onto the bed and forced them back open with his knees.

The heat in the room was suffocating. My mouth felt like it was full of sand, my throat so dry it actually hurt to swallow.

**Y/N:** "Tae... wait. I need... I need to drink water."

He stopped his hand, his head tilting to the side as he looked down at himself, then back at me. A dark, playful glint flickered in his eyes.

**Taehyung:** "Are you sure that’s the liquid you want, Noona?"

**Y/N:** "Eww! No! Not that! I mean actual water, Taehyung. I’m thirsty."

He actually chuckled, a low, raspy sound that vibrated in the air. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the glass of water sitting there. I watched him, mesmerized, as he brought the glass to his own lips first. He tilted his head back, and I couldn't look away from his Adam’s apple as it moved up and down with every slow, heavy gulp. It was so incredibly sexy that I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second, trying to regain my senses.

I felt the bed dip. When I opened my eyes, his face was inches from mine, his breath cool and damp against my lips. Before I could say anything, he crashed his mouth against mine.

I gasped in surprise, and as my lips parted, he tilted his head and forced the water from his mouth into mine. the way he shared it—his tongue slicking against mine to make sure I swallowed every drop—made my heart hammer against my ribs.

He pulled back just an inch, his lips glistening and a drop of water trailing down his chin.

**Taehyung:** "Better? Because I’m done playing now."

Taehyung's POV

I watched her lying there, flushed and breathless, her hair fanned out across the white silk like a dark halo. The water I’d just shared with her had left her lips glistening, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to ruin that perfect, pretty face with the kind of pleasure only I could give her.

The ache in my lower half was a constant, throbbing demand. I leaned over her, my weight supported by my forearms, pinning her into the mattress.

**Taehyung:** "Can I fuck you now, Noona?"

She blinked, a soft blush spreading from her neck up to her cheeks. She looked at me with those big, judging eyes that I loved so much.

**Y/N:** "Can't you... can't you say it nicely for once?"

I let out a low, rough chuckle. She always wanted the romance, even when I was seconds away from losing my mind. I shifted my weight, feeling the heat of her skin against mine, and lowered my voice until it was a ghost of a whisper against her ear.

**Taehyung:** "My heart, the queen of my soul... would you give me the honor of losing myself inside you?"

I pulled back just enough to see her reaction. Her eyes softened, that stubborn spark in them melting into something much more dangerous—invitation. I didn't wait for her to answer verbally. I could see the 'yes' in the way her hips twitched toward me.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the friction of her wetness against me making my vision go slightly blurry with the sheer need of it. I moved slowly, pushing into her inch by inch. I wanted to feel every bit of that tightness, every ripple of her muscles welcoming me back where I belonged.

**Taehyung:** "You’re so tight, Noona... it’s like you were made specifically to hold me."

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as I finally bottomed out, filling her completely. The noise in my head—the doctors, the fire, the blood—it all just stopped. There was only the sound of her breath catching in her throat and the feeling of being home.

I watched her face as I began to move, my body sinking into hers with a steady, punishing rhythm. I could see the way she was biting her bottom lip, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets, trying to swallow every sound. It pissed me off. I didn't want her silent; I wanted to hear exactly what I was doing to her.

**Taehyung:** "Don't hold it back, Noona. This room is soundproof. No one is coming to save you, and no one can hear you scream my name."

I saw the tension leave her shoulders as she finally let out a long, shaky breath. The next time I thrust deep, hitting that spot that made her toes curl, she finally let it go.

**Y/N:** "Ahh... umm... Tae... Taehyung..."

Hearing my name fall from her lips in that high, broken tone was like a drug. It hit my brain harder than any medication ever could. I needed to keep that sound. I reached for my phone on the nightstand with one hand, never breaking my rhythm, and hit the recorder. I wanted to play this back later when I was alone, to remind myself that she belonged to me.

She reached up, her fingernails digging into the skin of my back, dragging down in long, stinging lines. She leaned forward, burying her teeth into my shoulder to stifle another cry, but it only made me push harder.

I wanted more. I wanted to hear her shatter.
I shifted my weight, leaning down to take one of her breasts into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking it slowly like a lollipop, before sucking it deep into my throat. At the same time, I gripped the other one hard, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

**Y/N:** "Oh God... *hnggh*... stop... no, don't stop... *ahh!*"

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Devious love 9 [2/2]

I got a restriction, so please read it using this link for now. I’ll delete it later and re-upload it.

here is the link https://youtu.be/yNT7AHWL4Os?si=yVbka...

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Devious Love 9 is coming tonight 😈

I don’t know how many parts I’ll drop… most likely just one, but let’s see 👀

You guys better like, comment, and share the video… I’m literally taking no break for this 🥲

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BEST FRIEND WITH BENEFITS
—Taehyung's short FF

Pt.1

The air in the room was heavy and hot, smelling of sweat and expensive cologne. Taehyung had been in a cold, silent rage ever since they left the party, but now that they were behind closed doors, that silence had turned into a punishing, physical intensity.

He had her pinned to the mattress, his movements heavy and relentless. Every time he drove into her, it was with a force that made the headboard thud against the wall.

**Y/N:** (Gasping, her hands clawing at the sheets) "Tae... please, slow down. You’re being too rough. Just—slow down a bit."

Taehyung didn't listen. Instead, he gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her skin. He leaned down, his voice a low, dangerous growl right against her ear.

**Taehyung:** "Why were you talking to him, Y/N?"

He punctuated the question with a hard, deep thrust that made her back arch off the bed.

**Taehyung:** "Tell me. Why was he leaning so close to you?"

**Y/N:** (Sobbing, her voice trembling and broken) "Ah! Taehyung, stop... he was just... he was just asking me about the project. That’s all, I swear!"

**Taehyung:** (Gritting his teeth, moving even faster) "The project? You looked like you were enjoying the attention. You shouldn't have let him touch your arm."

He suddenly grabbed one of her legs, hoisting it up and draping it over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.

**Taehyung:** "Now take it like a good girl. You need to learn who you belong to."

**Y/N:** (Crying out, her head tossing back and forth) "Why... why does it even bother you this much? We’re supposed to be friends... ah!"

The word 'friends' seemed to snap something inside him. Taehyung reached down, and while still buried deep inside her, he forced two fingers in alongside himself.

**Y/N:** (Screaming, her body tensing in shock) "No! Stop! It’s too much! Taehyung, please, take them out! I’ll not do it again, I promise... fuck, take them out, it hurts too much!"

**Taehyung:** (Looking down at her with dark, possessive eyes) "I told you to be good. Maybe now you'll remember that the only man you should be talking to is me."

Taehyung pulled his fingers out of her roughly, but before Y/N could even catch her breath, he shoved them straight into her mouth. The taste of salt and herself filled her senses as he watched her with a heavy, hooded gaze.

**Y/N:** (Muffled and choking, she pushed his hand away) "Fuck you, Kim Tae... ah, Taehyung, stop it!"

**Taehyung:** (Voice deep and rasping) "That is exactly what I’m doing, isn't it?"

He didn't give her a second to recover. He gripped her waist again and drove into her with a final, frantic pace. Y/N’s body suddenly tightened, her toes curling as a massive wave of release crashed over her. She cried out his name, her voice breaking as she came. Seconds later, Taehyung let out a low groan, his muscles tensing as he followed her, finishing deep inside the protection.

The room went quiet, save for their heavy breathing. Taehyung pulled out and stood by the edge of the bed. He stripped off the condom, tied it in a knot, and tossed it into the dustbin with a bored flick of his wrist. He climbed back onto the bed, reaching out to pull Y/N into a hug.

**Y/N:** (Pushing him away with all her strength) "Don't touch me."

She sat up, clutching the pillows to her chest, her eyes red from crying.

**Y/N:** (Whispering harshly) "Now do the project all by yourself, you bastard. The deadline is tomorrow morning, and instead of working, you had to fuck me like an animal tonight. I'm not helping you. Do it yourself."

Taehyung didn't argue. He looked at her for a long moment, the anger from before replaced by a cold, focused calm. He grabbed a box of tissues and began to wipe the sweat and fluids from her skin as she sat there, stiff and resentful. He then reached under her, pulled out the damp towel they had been lying on, and threw it aside.

He pulled the heavy blanket up to her chin, tucking her in as if nothing had happened. Without saying a word, he walked into the washroom to freshen up.

A few minutes later, the sound of the shower stopped. Taehyung walked back into the room, still shirtless, wearing only his low-slung trousers. He didn't go back to the bed. Instead, he went to the large desk in the corner where the materials were laid out.

He switched on a small desk lamp, leaving the rest of the room in dim, golden shadows. He sat down and began to work on the model of the building, his large hands carefully gluing the miniature structures together.

Y/N watched him from the bed for a moment, his bare back muscles moving under the soft light as he worked in total silence. Eventually, her exhaustion won, and she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep while the sound of his tools clicking against the table filled the room.

Taehyung kept his eyes on the architectural model, but his mind was entirely on the girl sleeping a few feet away. The soft, rhythmic sound of Y/N’s breathing was the only thing keeping him grounded.

**Taehyung:** (Thinking) *Friends. She actually had the nerve to use that word while I was inside her.*

He gripped a piece of the balsa wood so hard it nearly snapped. To her, they were "best friends" who had crossed a line. To him, there was no line. There was only her, and there was the rest of the world that he barely tolerated.

**Taehyung:** (Thinking) *She thinks I’m a bastard for what I did tonight. Let her think it. It’s better than her knowing the truth—that I’ve been rotting with jealousy for weeks watching that guy look at her. I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted to leave enough marks on her that she’d feel me with every step she took tomorrow.*

He looked over his shoulder at her. She was buried under the blankets, her hair messy against the pillow. A surge of possessiveness, thick and dark, tightened in his chest. He hated how much power she had over him without even trying. She saw him as a safe harbor, a childhood companion she could lean on. He saw her as a divine necessity—something he had to own, or he’d burn everything down.

**Taehyung:** (Thinking) *The project. She thinks she’s punishing me by making me finish this alone. I’d build ten of these cities by hand if it meant she stayed in that bed. If it meant she stayed in my room. If it meant she never looked at another man again.*

He turned back to the model, his fingers steady as he applied the glue. He would finish this perfectly for her. He would make sure she got the highest grade, because she deserved the best. And when she woke up and saw the finished work, she’d smile at him, call him her "best friend," and thank him.

And he would smile back, hiding the fact that he was slowly losing his mind with the need to make her his wife, his shadow, his everything.

**Taehyung:** (Thinking) *Sleep, Y/N. Dream about your "friend." Because when you wake up, I’m never letting you go.*

The next morning, the sun bled through the curtains, hitting Y/N’s eyes. She tried to shift, but a sharp ache shot through her core. Her inner thighs felt tight and sore, a physical reminder of Taehyung’s relentless pace from the night before.

She sat up slowly, clutching the duvet to her chest, and saw him. He was passed out on the couch, still shirtless, his head tilted back. The architectural model sat finished on the table—perfect and precise.

**Y/N:** (Thinking) *He actually finished it. All of it.*

Looking at his sleeping face, her heart twisted. She hated how much she wanted him. She had loved him for years, but she was terrified to say it. To her, this was a fragile arrangement. If she confessed and he didn't feel the same, she’d lose the only person who actually stayed.

She remembered how this started. Six months ago, her ex-boyfriend had cheated, ending things in a screaming match that left her shattered. Taehyung had found her on the floor of their apartment. He had held her, fed her, and when they both got too drunk to think straight, the comfort turned into a desperate, messy hookup.
Since then, it had become their routine. A "friends with benefits" setup that felt more like a marriage. They shared this apartment, their secrets, and their bodies—but never their true feelings.

She tried to stand up to sneak back to her own room, but as soon as her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled from the soreness. She let out a small, pained hiss.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open instantly. He was a light sleeper, always alert when she was nearby. He sat up, rubbing his face, a smug smirk tugging at his lips when he saw her struggling.

**Taehyung:** "Seems like I did a really good job last night if you can't even walk."

**Y/N:** (Glareing at him) "Shut up and just help me. I need to get to my room."

Taehyung didn't walk her over. He stood up, crossed the room in three strides, and tucked one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her in a sudden bridal carry.

**Y/N:** "Taehyung! Put me down, take me to my room."

**Taehyung:** (Walking toward his own ensuite bathroom instead) "No. We’re taking a shower together. You can barely stand."

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