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Devious love 6 [3/3] #smut


The cabin was silent except for the low, constant drone of the jet's engines. Taehyung’s weight was heavy and warm against Y/N, his skin slick with a light sweat that made the friction between their bodies even more intense. As his kisses grew more demanding, trailing from her jaw to the sensitive skin behind her ear, Y/N felt her resolve slipping.

**Y/N:** (Breathing heavily, hands pushing weakly against his shoulders) "Taehyung... stop. We’re on the plane. You have to stop."

He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A slow, lopsided smirk spread across his face, one that looked both playful and dangerous.

**Taehyung:** "You really want me to stop... *baby*?"

The word hit her like a physical shock. Her breath hitched, and a fresh wave of heat pooled in her lower stomach. Seeing the way her pupils dilated at the pet name, Taehyung’s smirk deepened. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he lowered his voice to a gravelly whisper.

**Taehyung:** "I haven’t been inside you for three days. I’m not landing in London until I’ve marked you properly."

**Y/N:** (Hissing the words, her face flushing deep red) "Stop saying those things so loud! They’ll hear you! You don't have any shame, but I do!"

Taehyung let out a low, dry laugh that vibrated against her chest. He didn't answer with words; instead, he crashed his lips onto hers in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of hunger and possession. When he finally pulled away, Y/N was dazed, her head spinning from the lack of oxygen.

**Y/N:** (Whining softly) "Then just... do it quickly. I don't want to get caught."

**Taehyung:** (His eyes glinting) "Quickly? No. And if you’re so worried about being caught, let’s see how you stay quiet while I do this."

The challenge in his voice sent a thrill of pure excitement through her. He moved down her body with deliberate slowness. He bit at the cord of her neck before moving lower, his mouth hovering over her breasts, swirling his tongue around the tips until they were peaking through the silk. He continued his descent, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, his breath hot against her navel.

With a sudden, sharp movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her silk pajama shorts and pulled them down, tossing them carelessly toward the end of the bed.

He settled himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her knees to push them wide apart. Y/N felt completely exposed under the dim cabin lights. Taehyung looked at her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her before he reached down.
His fingers were warm and slightly calloused as they first brushed against her inner thigh, then moved higher to find the damp silk of her underwear. He didn't hesitate, sliding his hand underneath the fabric. When his middle finger made first contact with her wetness, Y/N’s hips jerked upward instinctively.

He began to stroke her, his thumb applying steady, rhythmic pressure on her clit while his fingers slid slowly inside her. He watched her face intently, catching every wince and gasp of pleasure. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly as he pushed deeper, mimicking the motion he planned to make with his body later. The sensation of his thick fingers sliding in and out of her, accompanied by the wet, squelching sound of her own arousal, made Y/N bite her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

**Taehyung:** (Watching her struggle) "Don't hold it back, baby. Let me hear how much you like it."

He sped up the pace, his fingers curling inside her to hit the spot that made her toes curl. Y/N arched her back, her fingers digging into the plush mattress as she fought the urge to scream his name into the empty air of the cabin.

Y/N’s head thrashed back against the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought the urge to cry out. Every time Taehyung’s fingers curled deep inside her, a sharp gasp escaped her throat, but she quickly smothered it by shoving the back of her hand into her mouth. She bit down on her own skin, her muffled moans vibrating against her knuckles.

Taehyung noticed her struggle and let out a dark, amused huff. He didn't slow down; instead, he used his other hand to pull her wrist away from her mouth, pinning it above her head.

**Taehyung:** "No hands, Noona. I want to hear you."

He replaced his fingers with his thumb, grinding it hard against her clit while his other fingers pumped deep and fast. The dual sensation was too much. Y/N’s hips bucked off the bed, her breath coming in ragged, broken hitches. She tried to swallow her screams, but small, high-pitched whimpers leaked out with every stroke.

Seeing she was right on the edge, Taehyung suddenly pulled his hand away. The abrupt loss of contact made Y/N groan in frustration, her body trembling and aching for the finish.

**Y/N:** "Taehyung... please... don't stop..."
**Taehyung:** "Tell me you want it. Louder."

He teased her, brushing the head of his length against her entrance without going in. He did it over and over, mocking her with the friction until she was begging. Finally, he positioned himself and pushed inside in one smooth, heavy thrust. The fullness made Y/N’s eyes fly open, her fingers digging into his scarred shoulders.

He began to move at a steady, moderate pace—not so slow that it was gentle, but not so fast that it was a blur. It was deliberate and firm. With every downward thrust, their bodies made a loud, wet thudding sound that echoed in the small cabin. Taehyung leaned down, his chest crushing hers, his sweat dripping onto her skin as he increased the intensity.

Just as the rhythm was picking up, the jet suddenly jolted. A sharp bout of turbulence hit, causing the floor to drop for a split second. Y/N gasped, her body tensing in genuine fear as she gripped Taehyung’s arms, her eyes wide with panic.

**Y/N:** (Panicked) "Taehyung! What was that? Is the plane—"
**Taehyung:** "Shh, look at me. It’s just the wind, baby. I've got you."

He didn't pull away. He stayed buried deep inside her, his weight acting as an anchor. He slowed his movements down to a thick, honey-like crawl, grounding her with the sensation. He took her face in both hands, forcing her to focus only on him while the cabin creaked around them.

**Taehyung:** "Focus on me. Breathe. Feel how deep I am."

As she started to calm down, the slow, agonizing friction began to build the tension back up, even hotter than before. The fear of the turbulence mixed with the physical pleasure, making her nerve endings raw. Taehyung felt her walls tightening around him and knew she was close. He shifted his angle, hitting her deeper with a rhythmic, driving force.

**Taehyung:** "That’s it... give it to me now."

He sped up, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. Y/N couldn't hold it back anymore. As the climax crashed over her, her self-control snapped. She arched her back, her legs locking around his waist as she let out a loud, unrestrained scream of his name.

Taehyung didn't stop; he drove into her three more times, his own body shaking as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her while his forehead pressed against hers, both of them gasping for air in the thinning altitude.

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devious love 6[2/3] #smut

He would paint a stroke, then immediately lean in to ki-s the spot right next to it, his warm breath drying the wet paint on your skin.

**Taehyung:** "Don't hold your breath. I want to hear you."

He moved lower, his hand steady even as yours began to shake. He painted golden vines that climbed from your stomach up to your ribs.
Every time the soft bristles flicked over your skin, a jolt of electricity shot through you. You bit your lip hard, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge of the table.

You were desperate not to let out a sound—not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.
*I have to get to London,* you reminded yourself. *I have to see what he’s hiding.*

Taehyung noticed your silence. He dropped the brush onto the palette with a wet thud and looked up at you, his eyes dark with a challenge.

**Taehyung:** "You're trying so hard to be a good girl, aren't you? All for a trip to London."

He stood up, stepping between your thighs and pulling you to the very edge of the table so your legs were wrapped around his waist.

He didn't use the brush anymore. He dipped his fingers into the warm, gold paint and smeared it directly over your nipp--les, his touch heavy and demanding.

**Taehyung:** "Let’s see how long you can keep those pretty lips shut."

He bent his head, capturing one gold-covered peak in his mo-uth. He su*cked hard, his ton-gue swirling in a way that made your head fall back.
The pleasure was sharp, crashing over you in waves. You let out a strangled gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders, but you still refused to let the tears fall.

He moved to the other side, his teeth grazing you as he growled low in his throat. His hands wandered down, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thi-ghs, marking them with gold and red fingerprints. Every touch was designed to break you, to make you melt and sob under his power.

**Taehyung:** "Cry for me, Y/N. Show me how much you want it. Forget about London... forget about everything but what I'm doing to you right now."

He kiss-ed his way up your ne-ck, his lips wet and stained with the paint from your body. He was relentless, his hands and mouth working in perfect sync to push you over the edge.

Taehyung looked up at you, his eyes narrowing when he saw You were trembling, but you hadn't let a single tear fall. You were determined to win this game so you could get the answers you needed in London.

**Taehyung:** "You are so determined, aren't you? It's almost impressive how much you're willing to endure just to get your way."

He didn't sound angry; he sounded obsessed. He dipped his entire hand into the jar of gold paint and began to smear it across your stomach and thighs, creating messy, thick patterns that felt heavy and cold on your skin.

Then, his expression shifted. The playful artist disappeared, replaced by the man who wanted to own every part of you. He dropped to his knees between your legs while you were still sitting on the high table.

Your eyes widened, and you frantically shook your head. "No... Taehyung, wait—"

**Taehyung:** (Smirking) "I told you I'd make you cry, Noona. If the brush won't do it, I'll use my tounge ."

He didn't hesitate. He reached out and pulled your pants down, tossing them onto the dusty floor of the studio. He gripped your knees and pushed your legs wide apart, dragging your body to the very edge of the table so he could get closer. As he moved, the wet paint on his hands stained your inner thighs, leaving red and gold streaks everywhere he touched.

He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin, making you jump. He didn't waste any more time. He buried his face between your legs, his tongue making direct, heavy contact.

The shock of it made you let out a loud, broken gasp. He was relentless, using his tongue and lips with a rhythmic, intense pressure that made your entire lower body go numb. He swirled his tongue against your most sensitive spot, then sucked hard, his hands gripping your hips so tightly his fingers left marks in the paint.

You grabbed the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white. Your head fell back, and a low, shaky moan escaped your throat. The pleasure was so sharp it felt like a physical weight in your chest. You could feel the wet paint on your thighs mixing with the heat of his mouth.

He looked up at you for a split second, his chin smeared with a mixture of red paint and your own moisture, his eyes dark and wild.

**Taehyung:** "Still not crying? Let's see about that."

He went back down, his movements becoming faster and more aggressive. He used his teeth gently, then followed it with deep, slow licks that made your toes curl and your legs shake uncontrollably. You were biting your lip so hard it bled, fighting the urge to sob as the first wave of a massive climax began to roll through your body. You were losing the battle, and he knew it.


​The room was silent except for the sound of a brush dragging across skin. You sat on the high wooden table, a silk blanket barely clinging to your hips, as Taehyung turned your body into his canvas. He painted a delicate lily over your heart, then choked it with a crown of dark, thorny roses.

​"You're trying so hard to be a good girl," he whispered, his voice vibrating against your neck. "All for a trip to London."

​He dropped the brush and his eyes changed. The "innocent" boy was gone. He dropped to his knees, his hands stained with gold and crimson paint. Before you could protest, he pulled your legs wide, smearing the wet colors across your thighs.

​He didn't use a brush anymore. He used his tongue, his teeth, and a hunger that made your head hit the table behind you. You bit your lip until it bled, gripping the wood so hard your knuckles turned white. You refused to cry. You refused to break. You needed to get to London to find out what happened during those six years of hell.

​But as he looked up, his chin smeared with red paint and his eyes burning with madness, he let out a dark chuckle.

​"Still no tears, Noona? Let's see how long you can hold out."

Taehyung pulled back slowly, the friction of his tongue leaving your skin tingling and hypersensitive. He sat back on his heels for a moment, using the back of his hand to wipe his lip and chin, smearing the mixture of red paint and moisture across his jaw. He looked up at you with a dark, predatory heat in his eyes.

**Taehyung:** (Voice raspy and deep) "You taste so good, Noona. Better than I remembered in my dreams."

He stood up, the metal of his belt buckle clinking as he began to undo it with steady, practiced fingers. Panic and adrenaline flared in your chest, and you quickly snatched the silk blanket, wrapping it tightly around your torso again as you sat on the edge of the high table.

**Y/N:** (Breathing heavily) "Can we... can we go to London now? You said if I didn't cry..."

**Taehyung:** (Chuckling darkly as his trousers hit the floor) "We haven't even started yet, Noona. Why such a rush to leave? I want to enjoy every inch of this 'canvas' first."

He stepped between your thighs, reaching out to grab the edge of the blanket. You gripped the fabric with white-knuckled intensity, refusing to let go, but Taehyung didn't struggle with you.

Instead, he leaned in and bit the sensitive skin of your inner wrist—just hard enough to make your fingers instinctively jerk and loosen their hold.
In one swift motion, he ripped the blanket away, tossing it into a corner of the dark studio. You were left completely bare, sitting on the high table with the morning light exposing every gold and red mark he had painted on you.

He didn't enter you immediately. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to the very edge of the table until your legs were locked around his back. He moved his body against yours, the heat of his hard length dragging slowly up and down against your wet entrance.

**Y/N:** "Taehyung... please..."
A broken moan escaped your lips as the friction sent a jolt of electricity through your spine. Your head fell back, your eyes rolling as the pleasure began to blur your vision. You felt like you were drowning in the sensation of him teasing you, so close yet not giving you the release you craved.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s hand shot up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your throat. He didn't choke you, but he forced your head forward, making you look directly into his crazed, obsessed eyes.

**Taehyung:** "Don't close your eyes. Look at me. I want to see exactly when you break."

He continued to drag himself against you, his skin hot and demanding. You reached up, grabbing his forearm with both of your hands, trying to either push him away or pull him closer—you didn't even know which anymore. He was teasing you relentlessly, hovering at the opening, driving you to the brink of insanity until you were sobbing for him to finally stop the torture and take you.



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Devious love 6 is coming tonight

I’ll be posting 3 videos today. The video turned out too long, and I couldn’t export it properly, so I’ve split it into 3 parts.

I haven’t edited the 3rd thumbnail yet, so I couldn’t share it, but here’s the caption:

“He becomes needy and makes love to you in his private jet.”

Hope you all enjoy it

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Tomorrow is my last exam, so l’ll post the next part after tomorrow.

I have a question in my mind… don’t you guys get flashbacks of those YN & CEO memes whenever you hear YN’s name? 😭 Because I literally get flashbacks every single time I read “YN” lol. And I even get cringe sometimes 😭 I read fanfics on Wattpad where they don’t use “YN,” they actually use real names, and it feels so different 😭


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Devious Love 5 is coming tonight 🔥

I’ll upload it in 2 parts because my phone is out of storage 😭
But don’t worry—both parts will be up tonight!

Also, thank you so much to everyone who wished me luck for my exams and waited for me 🤍 It really means a lot!

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I’m really sorry for making you guys wait 🥺💔
My exams are going on right now, so I’ve been really busy with studying.
I’ve already made the thumbnail and half of the editing is done. I’ll post it very soon, so please wait a little more for me 💗✨

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Devious love 4 #smut [2/2]

You were trapped between the headboard and his heavy frame, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. The risk of being caught, combined with the way he was filling you, made your head spin. You kept your hand clamped over your mouth, your eyes watering from the intensity, while Taehyung continued to drive into you with a focused, obsessive energy. He wasn't just having sex; he was marking you, making sure that every part of you knew exactly who you belonged to now.

The noise of the wooden headboard hitting the wall sounded like a drum in the silent house. Every time Taehyung pushed into you, the bed frame creaked loudly, making you stiffen in panic.

**Y/N:** (A frantic, panicked whisper) "Taehyung... stop. Slow down. The bed is making too much noise. They’ll hear us."

Taehyung grunted, his muscles locked in tension as he pulled out of you abruptly. Before you could even catch your breath, he grabbed your waist and hauled you off the mattress. Your feet hit the cold floor for a split second before he laid you flat on the hard marble, the chill of the stone sending a shock through your spine.

**Y/N:** "What are you—?"

**Taehyung:** (Voice raspy and low) "No more bed. No more noise."

He knelt between your legs and pushed himself back inside you in one heavy, blunt thrust. The hard floor offered no give, making the sensation of him filling you feel twice as intense. You gasped, one hand clapped over your mouth while the other clawed at the cold marble floor for balance.

As he began to move with a slow, grinding rhythm, Taehyung reached for the buttons of his dress shirt. He ripped them open, the fabric fluttering away as his bare, sweating chest pressed against you. He was focused, his eyes fixed on yours with a dark, hungry stare.

**Taehyung:** "Noona... can I take your shirt off?"

Your head was spinning from the friction and the cold floor. You couldn't think straight.

**Taehyung:** (Leaning down, his nose brushing yours) "Noona... can I?"

**Y/N:** (Breathing heavily, your eyes fluttering shut) "Just... do whatever you want. Don't ask me."

Taehyung didn't waste time with buttons. He gripped the collar of your pajama top and ripped the fabric down the middle with a sharp tug. He reached back and unhooked your bra, throwing it aside. As your chest was exposed to the cool air, Taehyung let out a low, guttural curse.

Seeing you completely bare under him for the first time made his body react instantly; you felt him grow even harder and thicker inside you, stretching you to your limit.

**Y/N:** (A muffled moan escaping your hand) "A-Ahh... Taehyung..."

The sensation of him getting bigger inside you while your back was pressed against the freezing marble was overwhelming. Taehyung leaned down, his mouth finding your breast. He began to suck on you with a greedy, desperate hunger, his tongue swirling against your skin while his hips continued to drive into you with a relentless, heavy force.

He wasn't being gentle anymore. He was taking what he wanted, his hands pinning your wrists to the floor as he claimed every part of you in the dark of your home.

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​He buried his face against your chest, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts with a greedy, desperate hunger. He wasn't just kissing you; he was sucking hard, his tongue swirling roughly against your nipple while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Every time he swirled his tongue, he drove his hips forward, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the quiet room.

​Y/N: (A choked, broken moan) "Taehyung... ah... please... slow down..."

​He didn't listen. His hand reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He started rubbing it with a fast, jagged pressure that made your toes curl against the floor. Every few seconds, he would slide a finger inside you alongside his length, stretching you to a point that felt like you were going to break.

​The combination of him filling you, the rough friction on your chest, and the direct pressure of his fingers was too much. The pleasure was so sharp and constant that it started to cross the line into pain. Your breath came in ragged, sobbing hitches, and tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes, sliding back into your hair.

​Y/N: (Sobbing into your hand) "Stop... calm down, Taehyung... please... it's too much... ahh!"

​Taehyung: (Voice a dark, guttural growl against your skin) "I can't... I told you I can't stop. You're so tight... you're literally shaking around me."

​
Taehyung’s movements became frantic. He was completely past the point of rational thought, his eyes glazed with a mix of lust and exhaustion. Just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he reached down and did something incredibly sharp and sudden—a jagged, rough flick against your clit while simultaneously pulling your legs up over his shoulders to drive himself as deep as possible.
The sensation was so electric and overwhelming that your self-control snapped.


**Y/N:** "AAAAHHH! TAEHYUNG—!"

The scream ripped through the quiet hallway, echoing off the high ceilings of the Jeon mansion. You immediately slapped both hands over your mouth, your eyes wide with pure terror, but it was too late.

A few seconds later, the distinct sound of footsteps approached your door. A soft, worried knock followed.

**Mrs. Jeon:** (From the other side of the door) "Y/N? Sweetheart? Are you okay? I heard a scream... is everything alright in there?"

Your heart nearly stopped. Taehyung didn't pull out. In fact, hearing your mother's voice seemed to make him even more possessive. He gripped your hips with bruising force and continued to thrust, his movements slow, heavy, and wet. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin to keep himself from groaning out loud.

**Y/N:** (Voice shaking, trying to sound normal while your body was jolting under him) "I-I'm... I'm fine, Mom! I just... I saw a spider. A big one. It scared me."

**Mrs. Jeon:** "A spider? Do you want me to come in and help you shoo it out? Or is Taehyung awake?"

Taehyung’s pace increased. He was grinding his hips against yours, the friction making it almost impossible to speak. He leaned up, his eyes dark and mocking, watching you struggle to keep your voice steady while he was literally inside you.

**Y/N:** (Gasping, trying to swallow a moan as he hit your sensitive spot) "No! No, don't come in! Taehyung... ah... Taehyung already caught it. We're... we're just about to go back to sleep. Goodnight, Mom!"

**Mrs. Jeon:** (Pausing for a second) "Oh... alright then. Sleep well, children. Don't let the bugs bite."

You listened to her footsteps retreat down the hall., you let out a ragged breath, but Taehyung didn't give you a break. He let out a low, dark chuckle against your ear, his thrusts becoming faster and more aggressive now that the danger had passed.

**Taehyung:** "Good job, Noona. You’re a very good liar when you want to be."

He didn't stop until he felt you shaking uncontrollably again, his hands pinning you to the cold marble as he finally hit his limit, his entire body tensing up as he emptied himself inside you, his weight crushing you into the floor.The adrenaline from the risk of being caught finally ebbed away, leaving your limbs feeling like lead. The cold marble floor was no longer a thrill; it was just freezing and uncomfortable.

**Y/N:** (A weak, shaky whisper) "Taehyung... I’m exhausted. Please... I can't stay on the floor anymore."

Taehyung, still breathing hard and slick with sweat, nodded slowly. He looked down at your trembling body and the mess they had made on the expensive stone. Without a word, he stood up and scooped you into his arms. He carried you the short distance back to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing in behind you.
He pulled the heavy duvet over both of you,

creating a warm, dark cocoon that smelled of his cologne and the lingering scent of your encounter. Instead of burying his face in your neck like he usually did, Taehyung shifted. He pulled you onto your back and settled his head directly onto the center of your chest, resting his ear right over your heart.

**Taehyung:** (Voice muffled and sleepy) "This is... so soft. Why was I always hiding in your neck? Your chest is so much more comfortable."

He let out a long, contented sigh, his hand resting possessively on your waist. He listened to the steady, frantic thrum of your heart as it slowly began to sync with his own. He looked up at you for a split second, his eyes soft and heavy with a rare, quiet peace.

**Taehyung:** "It’s like a pillow... the best one I’ve ever had. I’m never sleeping anywhere else again."

You were too tired to argue, too tired to think about the "marriage" or the psycho who had just claimed you on your parents' floor. You ran your fingers through his messy hair, a reflexive action you couldn't stop.

Taehyung nuzzled deeper into your skin, his breathing becoming rhythmic and deep within minutes. Surrounded by the familiar walls of your childhood room and the overwhelming warmth of the man who refused to let you go, your eyes finally drifted shut. For the first time in years, Taehyung slept without the nightmares, and you both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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His hand reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pajama shorts. He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath smelling of expensive whiskey and mint.


**Taehyung:** (A desperate, pained groan) "Please, Noona. Just the tip. I promise... I won't go any further. I just need to feel you. I’m in pain... it’s a physical ache."

You tried to make excuses, your voice trembling as you spoke about the house, your parents in the next room, the timing—anything to stop the momentum.

But Taehyung let out another guttural sound of need, his face contorting with a genuine, raw hunger that looked like physical agony.

**Taehyung:** "You promised. You said you’d give me anything I wanted if I let you see your parents. I kept my word. Now, keep yours."

The guilt and the sight of his vulnerability finally broke your resolve. You looked at his bandaged, burned hands and remembered he did that for you.

With a shaky breath, you lifted your hips, allowing him to slide the shorts down. You reached up, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer.

**Y/N:** (Breathing heavily) "Fine. But just as you said... don't go any further. I'm only doing this because... because you're in pain."

Taehyung’s smirk returned, dark and triumphant. He didn't move to finish it immediately. Instead, he buried his face in your neck, his tongue swirling against your pulse point.

**Y/N:** "Stop... don't do that. Just... just do what you said and let's sleep."

**Taehyung:** (Whispering against your skin) "Why? Are you afraid you'll lose control? Let's see how much control those four years of 'maturity' really gave you, Noona."

Before you could protest, his hand moved between your thighs. Your breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as his fingers found your heat.

**Y/N:** "Taehyung! Why? Just... just do the other thing. Why are you doing this?"

**Taehyung:** (His voice deep and protective, yet laced with a sadistic edge) "You'll feel too much pain if I don't. I'm taking care of you, wife."

**Y/N:** (Clutching the sheets, your head rolling back) "I won't... I won't feel pain. Just do it and sleep. And remember... remember your promise. Don't go further."

Taehyung didn't stop, his fingers moving inside you with a steady, relentless pace that made your hips arch off the bed. You bit your lip so hard it bled, trying to keep your moans trapped in your throat. When the climax finally hit, your body shuddered violently, and you buried your face in the pillow to muffle the small, broken cry that escaped you.

​Taehyung didn't give you a second to recover. He pulled back, his eyes dark and fixed on your face as he undid his pant. You gasped, your eyes widening at the sight of him. It was the first time you had seen him like this, and the sheer size and intensity of him made you want to shrink away. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to keep looking.

​Taehyung: "Don't close your eyes, Noona. Look at what you're doing to me."

​He didn't enter you yet. Instead, he grabbed your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the mattress. He began to stroke his length against your outer lips, the friction creating a slick, searing heat that made you gasp for air.

You reached back, your fingers clawing into the pillow, twisting the fabric as you fought the urge to scream. You were terrified that your parents or Jungkook, sleeping just down the hall, would hear the bed creaking.

​Then, true to his word, he slowly pushed just the head of his member inside you.

​The pain was sudden and sharp, a stretching sensation that felt like you were being torn apart. You wanted to shriek, to push him away, but you couldn't make a sound. Instead, you lunged forward and bit down on his shoulder, your teeth sinking deep into his skin to ground yourself against the agony.

​Taehyung: (Hissing through his teeth, his hand coming up to stroke your hair) "Shh... I know. I know it hurts. Just breathe, Y/N. Just breathe for me."

​He stayed perfectly still, letting your body adjust to him. He whispered calm, possessive things into your ear while you continued to bite him, his blood copper on your tongue. Slowly, the stabbing pain began to fade, replaced by a heavy, pulsing ache that soon turned into a desperate hunger.

​The fear of being caught was still there, but the desire burning in your stomach was becoming louder. You felt your own muscles start to clench around him, wanting more than just the tip. Your hands moved from the pillow to his waist, your fingernails digging into his skin as you pulled him closer, your body betraying your mind.

​Taehyung: (A low, dark chuckle vibrating against your chest) "You’re starting to like it, aren't you? Your body is begging me to break my promise."

You stopped biting his shoulder, your teeth leaving a deep, reddened mark on his skin, and instead wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.

​Driven by a sudden, desperate impulse you didn't want to admit to, you arched your back and thrust your hips upward. You needed more than just the tip; you needed the full weight of him to stop the burning inside you.

​Taehyung’s eyes blew wide, a guttural, pained groan escaping his throat as your sudden movement nearly broke his resolve. He looked down at you, his face drenched in sweat, his muscles corded and shaking from the effort of holding back.

​Taehyung: (Voice a strained, ragged whisper) "Noona... I told you... I promised I wouldn't go further."

​Y/N: (Your voice broken, eyes clouded with heat) "Just... just do it. Please."

​He didn't need to be told twice. With one slow, deliberate surge, Taehyung pushed himself all the way inside you. The sensation was overwhelming—a blunt, heavy fullness that reached deep into your core. You gasped into the pillow, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as your body stretched to accommodate him.

​Taehyung didn't move for a long moment. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours. He was vibrating with the effort of controlling himself, his hands gripping the mattress so hard the wood creaked. He was your husband now, not just on a piece of paper, but in the most primitive, inescapable way possible.

​Taehyung: (Muffled against your skin, his voice dark and possessive) "You're mine now. Completely. There's no going back from this, Y/N. You've finally let me all the way in."

​He stayed still, letting you get used to the feel of him, his heartbeat thumping against your own. He was the psycho who had trapped you, the boy who had obsessed with you since childhood , and now, he was the man who held your entire world in his hands. He began to move with a slow, agonizingly controlled rhythm, each stroke a reminder that you would never be free of him again.

Taehyung moved, the full length of him stretching you until you felt like you were going to split. You gripped his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin as you tried to push him back slightly.

​Y/N: (A sharp, pained whisper) "Move... stop moving for a second. Please."

​You were both drenched in sweat, the heat between your bodies making the sheets stick to your skin. Taehyung was shaking, his muscles corded and hard as he tried to stay still. His face was buried in your hair, his breathing coming in heavy, jagged gasps that sounded too loud in the quiet house.

​Taehyung: (Voice strained and raw) "I told you... I told you we should have gone home. Fuck, Y/N... I can’t stay still. I’m losing it."

​Y/N: "Shh! Don't... don't make any noise. My parents are right there. Please, Taehyung... ahh..."

​You grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face down into the crook of your neck to muffle his groans. You were terrified that a single loud sound would bring Jungkook or your father to the door.

​As the initial sharp pain began to settle into a heavy, pulsing throb, your body finally started to relax around him. You were getting used to his size, the fullness of him becoming a constant, blunt pressure deep inside you. Taehyung felt the shift—the way you stopped tensing and started to melt into the mattress.

​He moved his hips just an inch, a slow, experimental thrust that hit your sensitive spot perfectly. A loud, involuntary moan escaped your throat. Your eyes went wide, and you immediately slammed your hand over your own mouth, your other hand gripping his hair to keep him silent.
​Taehyung: (A dark, choked-off sound escaping his lips) "See? You can’t handle it either."

​He didn't wait anymore. He began to thrust with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement deep and heavy. He was holding himself back with everything he had, trying to keep the bed from creaking too loudly against the floor. Every time he pushed inside you, he let out a low, vibrating grunt against your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing your shoulder as he fought the urge to lose control completely.

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