Ashen || k.th.

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A/N: Mature content ahead. Don't read if you're not comfortable.
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Taehyung stepped out for a second bringing Yeontan with him. As I was left alone, I walked towards my mirror and stare at myself. I smiled softly at the reflection that I saw. For the past months, I barely recognize the woman I see in this mirror. She was the image of someone barely hanging on, forcing to go on with life.

But now? It's different. It was Taehyung all along. All it would take is him to bring back myself.

I reached up to touch my lips with my fingertips. I was just kissing Taehyung again. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as I remember how his lips glided against mines. Or how his tongue moves, searching for my own, and claiming it. Every touch, bite, and suck caused a spark to light up inside me as an unfamiliar heat rushed up to every fibre of my body.

"Admiring yourself?" I heard his rich heavy voice from behind me. I flickered my eyes up, cutting my trance, to look at him through the mirror.

Damn. He looks so luscious as he strides towards me in his white button down, slacks clinging gloriously on his thick thighs.

"Did I make you wait, princess?" He whispered when he reached me. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms from behind me and pressed me to him. I felt something hard from my backside causing me to gasp. He chuckled sexily as he eyes me from the mirror. I began panting as I feel his thumb running circles along my stomach. "Now, where were we?"

"Tae, please." I whispered to him, making him smirk at me. Fuck, that smirk does things to me.

"Please what, kitten?" He pressed his lips along my shoulders and whispered back in my ear. His breath ran across my skin, eliciting goosebumps all over. "What does my kitten want? Hmm?"

"Do something, please." I wasn't sure as to what am I asking him to do. I just feel like I want to feel him. I need to feel him.

He detaches his hands from my waist as he looks back at me from the mirror. His hands ran from my shoulder blades down to the middle of my back. The warmth of his palms and his burning stares were enough to make me grip the edge of the vanity. He lightly tugs the string of my dress, causing it to fall undone. Since it's the only thing that hold the upper part of my dress, the material easily fell hunched to my waist. My breast and stomach now exposed to his eyes. Heat rushed to my cheeks when his eyes trailed down to my upper body, his eyes showing hunger, lust, and adoration all at once.

"Y/N.." He calls out as he feasts his eyes. Once again, his hands held my now bare waist as it trails upward. His palms teased my sides as his lips went to kiss my right shoulder up to my sweet spot. Taehyung began to suck on it, making my breath hitch. When he moved away to admire the mark that he just did, he let out a gasp. My eyes widened, wondering why. Did I do something?

"Y-You got a tattoo?" He asked. Oh. I bit my lip and sheepishly nodded. I was too absorbed in his presence that I forgot to tell him about it.

I nodded and saw him smile while he looks at my tattoo. "Fuck, it looks good on you." He clasped my hands in his as he spun me around. I blushed as he looks down on my body again.

"As much as I love this dress on you, I think it's time for it to come off." His voice lowers down as he tugs my dress completely off of me, leaving me in my lace panties. He lets out a low groan as he pulls me towards him. His chest collided with my bare ones as his hands reached down to grope my ass, pushing me further towards him. Our lips met and began moving along with each other. He slowly steps towards the bed as I thread my hands on his hair, tugging on it and making him moan. I trail my hands down his shirt and began undoing his buttons.