사랑해

autumn falls.

there's a warmth in the autumn season even though the crisp night air whispers through the window cracks, the moment the sun disappears behind a cloud or horizon, autumn air welcomes the skin vigorously without prepare - but he makes me feel warm still.

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“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.”     - Lang Leav

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Hello, You ♡ Yes, You. You ethereal, beautiful being. I am writing to you with bittersweet yet wonderful news - depending on the perspective. I am writing this post to inform all of you that I will no longer be writing for this blog for the foreseeable future. What I mean by that is that I am not giving up writing forever, no. But my life has changed so much over the last two years, I do not see myself writing again for quite some time. But don’t worry! I will be back!

Below the Read More section, I have poured my heart and soul into the real reasons why I’ve made this decision. I warn you, it’s lengthy but it’s everything that has led up to this over the years. So, if you fancy, have a read. If not, I bid you farewell and wish you all the happiness in the world. Thank you for supporting me so far. I truly appreciate it and love you all very dearly. Now, if you wish to read it at a later time, I will have a link available on my page at all times for anyone who is curious. It’s a hell of a story if you ask me ~

Edit: Made by Me - also, a surprise photo at the end Warnings/Triggers: Talks of emotional abuse, depression, and suicide but also happiness and love -

→ pairing: taehyung x reader → rating: m for mature - sexual content and graphic content → genre: short one shot | smut → words: 2.7k → edit: made by me

→ summary: a quick blurb about the one night you find yourself wanting to let loose and unwind. going to the bar that you love the most - with the intentions of dancing the night away and feeling light as a feather. but yet you find yourself in the arms of the most intriguing man you’ve ever met. everything happening in such a blur - yet with such sensual intentions.

The bass pumped through your veins and vibrated against your seat. You could feel your body responding to the beat, wanting nothing more than to get out on the dance floor. Your fingers start tapping impatiently against the counter as you have been sitting and waiting for your drink for about ten minutes. Every time, you think to yourself. This was your favorite club. You treated yourself every Saturday night by coming here, right at midnight when you knew the vibe would feel just right. Sure, the service kind of sucked, but they had the best music.

The question never entered your mind as to why you always came alone. You loved going there alone. It was a safe place. Yeah, you’d get hit on every once in awhile, but the security was so tight, you were never in harm’s way. If anyone ever thought about taking advantage of someone, a bouncer would spring out of nowhere and take care of the problem. This was your haven. Your escape from reality. Your ecstasy. No one could ruin that for you but why do you feel this constant burn in the back of your neck?

The bartender finally sets down the triangle shaped glass in front of you with the clear elixir - a dry martini with a twist. 

“This one is on the house,” he mumbles then walks away to finish his tasks.

“Wait. Why,” you shout down to him. It’s no use. He doesn’t seem to care about your presence. He knows you’re a regular and that you’re not going to spend a lot of money on drinks. You always made it a point to drink one or two and just dance the night away with a slight buzz. Staring down at the drink, confused and curious, you graze the ring of the glass with your middle finger. And there it was - that twitch again. You shift your neck uncomfortably and take your drink in your hand. Spinning around swiftly in your seat, you take a drink and moan as the liquid burns down your throat.

You cross your legs, careful not reveal much more from your short black dress. It wasn’t terribly short, but short enough. The DJ switches to a new song that’s familiar to you and you start moving your hips slowly in your seat; smiling as you’re enjoying yourself. That’s when you see him. Your lips part slightly and your body stops all motion. He stands on the upper level, the open balcony, hands in his pockets and watching you. How have you never seen him before? You’ve been here every week and there he stands like he’s a part of the architecture. Through the darkness and the blinking colorful lights, you can see a smirk graze his face and he turns on his heels and walks away.

A frustration builds inside of you and you don’t know why. It takes uncrossing your legs and repositioning them to try to ease the ache. Unable to take the eeriness of your current situation, you close your eyes and down the cocktail. It stinks your throat but you shake it off, set the glass down and hit the dance floor. You weren’t sure of the song that was playing but it was definitely a remix. All you cared about was that it made your body move just the way you wanted it to. Your hips moved against the bass. Your legs moved to the rhythm. Your arms raised above your head as your hands swam graciously in the air. The bodies around you seemed to maintain a respectful distance from you as you enjoyed yourself. 

Just as the song transitioned, your body came alert when one of your favorite songs came on; Desire by Meg Myers. It was meant to be a cool down song, meaning the next was going to be very fast paced. You didn’t care. This song was like a drug. It made you feel alive. It made you feel powerful, sexy even. It felt like the room was moving in slow motion. Bodies, two by two, formed together to grind against each other. Your hips swayed to the song, your hands listening to your body and going wherever they pleased. Suddenly, a pair of hands slid around your sides, pressing you against them.

“Keep dancing,” the deep voice whispered into your ear. Typically when something like this happens, you whisk around and shove them off. This time was different. His voice was so smooth and knowing - like he knew exactly what he was going. Without realizing, you started to move against him, grinding against him. Surprisingly, his body moved in perfect rhythm with yours. With his hand around your torso, his other hand slid up your arm to your neck, brushing the hair out of the nook. He pressed his lips to your ear.

“I need you,” he hissed. You gasped at the sound, stopping your movements. Unable to take it any longer, you turned around to face your partner. Just as you were about to comment on his boldness, you halted at the sight of him. He was beautiful; tall, classically handsome. There was something sultry and mischievous about his face; that grin. He wore a long sleeve, button down with the sleeves rolled up and fitted black dress pants. It fit him so perfectly as if it were made for him. His blonde hair complimented his tan skin in the best way.

Against his smirk, he licked his lips as he watched you take him in. He simply held out his hand, beckoning you. The music was so loud, even if you tried to speak, you would have to yell. But you were fairly certain that your vocal chords were numb. You looked down at his hand, graced with long fingers, and put your hand against it. He wrapped his fingers around your delicate hand and led you away from the floor. 

Every alarm in your body was going off, now questioning why you weren’t trying to stop yourself. The curiosity was eating at you and you couldn’t resist. It was like being led into a world of imagination. You weren’t even sure if this was real or if it was a dream.

The sound of the music grew quieter and quieter as you walked down the red walled hall. The bass still vibrated around you, haunting your every step. Your heels echoed throughout the hall with each stride. The man walked slightly in front of you, firmly holding your hand with his fingers laced with yours. You weren’t going to deny that you weren’t drawn to his dominance, but there was still something so gentle about him.

Jarring you from your thoughts as you watched his every move, you stopped at the end of the hall in front of a red door. Removing a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and held it open.

“You have a choice, Y/N. You can enter or you can leave. I won’t force you to go any further if you don’t want to.” You were looking into the dark room, trying to figure out what was inside. When you heard your name, you snapped back to him.

“How do you know my name,” you ask. There’s a trace of humor in his eyes. He scoffs.

“It’s my club. I know everything. You’re a regular. I’ve been observing you for some time now. I would hope I would at least knew your name. Now, if you want to know more, you’ll have to follow me inside.” You opened your mouth to speak but stopped as he made his way into the room. The door remained open. You stood there, looking down the hall for any form of movement; seriously starting to believe that this was a dream. Taking a deep breath, convincing yourself that this was a dream, you entered the room and closed the door behind you.

Taking a few steps into the room, you realized it was carpeted. The lights came on and it took you a moment to adjust your eyes. When they came to focus, you swallowed hard, feeling a massive lump in your throat as your stomach dropped at the sight. The room was gorgeous. The walls matched the crimson red that lined the outside hall. The carpet, a darker shade. A leather couch rested against the wall with a black coffee table to match. A bar took place on the opposite side of the room, unattended but fully stocked. But the biggest eye sore was the large bed in the back of the room that looked fit for a king - red and thick blankets, made and neat.

The man enjoyed watching you take in the room. He glided to the bar and walked around it.

“Dry martini with a twist, right,” he asked nonchalantly. You shook your thoughts and turned to him, nodding yes. Although, it was pointless because he was already starting to make it before you answered. In no time, he made the drink expertly and poured it into a stemless glass. After placing the garnish aesthetically on the rim, he took the drink and made his way back to you. He presented the drink to you and you took it without hesitation; eager to take a sip to get you through this moment. You let out a sigh after it ran down your throat.

“You haven’t told me your name,” you said boldly, yet still timid. He put his hands in his pockets.

“Kim Taehyung. I’m the owner of the club you love so much,” he said with a smooth, cocky tone.

“Aren’t you a little young to be an entrepreneur like this? I thought most club owners were in their 40s.” He looked at you with his dark brown, almond eyes that grew darker by the second.

“Do I look like a man that doesn’t get what he wants,” his voice was low and sent chills down your spine. His words gave you a boost of confidence; a confidence that you’ve never felt before. 

“And what do you want,” you ask in an innocent voice. He smiles at you, looking you over. Taehyung takes the glass from your hand and sets it down on a nearby table. Standing before you, he takes his hand and molds it to your neck, forming his fingers delicately around the side.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? Everything you do or say drives me insane,” he lets out a deep sigh through his nose. “Before I do anything, I will ask you if it’s something you want. Simply tell me yes or no. Understand?” You listen to his words and nod your head slowly. He cocks his head, waiting for a better response.

“Yes,” you respond.

“Good girl.” He licks his perfectly sized lips and stares at yours. “Can I kiss you? I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes.” Eager, he closes the distance between you and presses his mouth to yours. He massages his soft lips against yours as you kiss him back. You moan against his lips, causing him to deep the kiss. You feel his warm tongue graze your lip, begging for entry. You oblige and part your lips for him, immediately tasting you and claiming what he wants. He groans and lifts you off the ground. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge against your center.

He moves you to the bed and lays you on your back. Taehyung breaks away from the kiss and stands before the bed, opening his shirt to reveal his bare chest. You watch him with lust filled eyes, getting hungrier for him by the second. 

“Do you like what you see,” he asks in his deep voice. You bite your lip and nod.

“Yes.” He continues to undress himself, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn’t help but to gasp when his erection sprang from his boxers, long and thick, already glistened with pre-cum. He groaned.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” he warned. You traced your eyes back up his body and looked at him.

“Who said you needed to?” His expression darkened with a hint of playfulness as he crawled onto the bed to hover over you.

“For your sake, you’ll want me to.” Your breath shivered as it escaped you.

“For my sake, I don’t want you to,” you said in a soft, low voice. A fire ignited inside of him and he was unable to hide it. Taehyung practically growled under his breath before reaching under you to unzip your dress and ripping it off of you. Your breasts laid free and he grabbed the hem of your panties and yanked them down. 

With strength and ease, he lifted your body and put your further up the bed. He leveled himself on top of you and placed his fingers at your lips.

“Suck,” he demanded. You smirked and parted your lips, letting his long fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked as hard as you could; like it was a treat. He took his fingers out from the warmth and slide them between your bodies, connecting to your clit. A moan left you and rang into his ears. He circled around you, making you grind against his fingers.

“So eager,” he groaned.

“Please Taehyung,” you begged. You kept grinding against him, hoping his fingers would lower. They willingly reached into your folds and slid into you. Just as you thought he was going to be gentle, he pounded his fingers in and out of you with a speed that seemed inhuman. Your moans into cries of pleasure. 

“Ah…T-Tae…” That was all you could get out. You felt like your body was already on fire, an explosion begging to erupt.

“My name sounds so good on your tongue. I want to hear more.” His silky voice was enough to drive you over the edge. He removed his fingers and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. He rubbed it against your entrance, teasing your sensitive folds and making his tip wet with your arousal. 

“Say it again,” he demanded, raspy and needy.

“Taehyung,” you whined, “I want to feel you. Please.” You wrapped your hands around his shoulders, digging your nails into his collarbone. Biting his lip, he thrusted into you. You took him deep inside of you as he hit the back of your walls over and over; each thrust angrier than the next. His moves were so animalistic, it made you want to scream. 

You dug your nails deeper into his skin, drawing blood. This only drove him crazier. He dipped his head into your neck and took your skin between his teeth. He sucked on the flesh as ferociously grinding inside of you, building your orgasm rapidly. He pinched your skin with his teeth, desperate to taste you. The pain was almost unbearable but quickly numbed and soothed as he broke through the barrier. Your orgasmic moan into his ear from the sensation heightened his arousal. He shifted his head to look you in the eyes. He lowered his head and just barely touched his lips to yours.

“Come for me,” he whispered against your mouth. He pressed his lips against yours and put his hand back down to your clit, using your juices to lubricate it. You tightened your walls around his cock, feeling your orgasm just a breath away. You broke from the kiss, unable to stay quiet.

“Ah Taehyung! I-I’m gonna come!” Just as you rode out your climax, he groaned and moaned along your cries; his hot orgasm filling inside of you - making his cock feel even better inside of you. He slowed his movements and slowly took himself out of you. He chuckled lightly, the softest sound you’ve heard from him. It was contagious. You smiled as he brushed the hair from your face. He planted another kiss on your lips, which were already swollen from before.

“Will I ever see you again? Maybe outside of the club,” you asked innocently. He hummed.

“Baby, I’m hungry for you already. You definitely haven’t seen the last of me.”

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Bonus:

→ pairing: taehyung x reader x ft. dr. min yoongi → rating: m for mature - sexual content and graphic content → genre: drama / smut / angst → words: 15.2k → disclaimer/warning: this is a piece of fiction based off of the fifty shades of grey series. this is not a parody. there are mentions of strong dominant and submissive lifestyles. there are also various psychological issues that are addressed throughout the series; including anxiety, self-destruction, blood, panic attacks, childhood abuse and self-harm. this is a work of fiction and not to be taken as a promotion of the series, fifty shades of grey. this is an original piece of work. edit is created by me. enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated.

→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 [series in progress - please read previous chapters]

→ summary: it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?