make it up — kth.
pairings ; taehyun x fem!reader
busy schedules and missed quality time, but with him, you never have to ask twice for reassurance and change you can feel with every sense.
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genre › established relationship, smut, slight angst, fluffish.
warnings — basically pwp, soft dom!taehyun, slow and sensual, taehyun calls reader good girl, mentions of feeling neglected/ alone at the start, oral (f receiving), let me know if i missed any!
notes fiancé taehyun on my mind forever. i think he’d be soo giving and despite being a hard dom most of the time, he’d fold if you told him to. anyway, comments & feedback appreciated as always!
it’d been a year since the most magical night of your life—where he’d gotten on one knee and asked you to be his forever. now, the same hand bearing your engagement ring felt heavy as it undid the straps of your torturous heels, him on the couch zoned in on anything but you.
resigned tears brimmed your eyes, what had become your routine the past few weeks. wake up, be all smiles for his events, sleep alone, repeat. maybe he had felt it too, but the indifference in his gaze whenever he saw your expression that yearned for his touch, the wishful thinking dissipated.
setting your shoes neatly beside you on the floor, your palms found their way to your forehead, elbows resting on your knees. it was characteristically silent in the living room, a habit that replaced the once music and laughter-filled atmosphere of his place, your place. without much thought, quiet sobs began pushing past your reddened lips.
“honey?” his voice felt foreign, one that usually brought so much comfort, now felt like another stab to your gut. his steps towards you were careful, warm hand finding its place in your hair, caressing it softly, “what’s the matter?”
your face is slow to emerge from its shelter, trembling bottom lip on full display for him to see. his eyes still looked like they held the stars in them, the calm in your turbulent storm. somehow it still felt like he had the solution to all of your problems, as long as you let him try.
“i can’t be a robot anymore,” your voice cracked as the sentence forced its way through you, tears beginning to trace your cheek, “i can’t keep doing these events like i’m not wondering if you’ve outgrown me before the rest of our lives have even started.”
his hum of acknowledgement is quiet, irises becoming more reflective by the second, and his instinct bringing him to his knees before you. you who brought out nothing but the best in him, and you who sat helplessly needing him to answer for his shortcomings.
taehyun was always one to drown in work, giving no regard to anything, or anyone, as he perfected something. in a way, his selfish need to be better, to tangibly improve, had never been a problem until he met you. suddenly, nights where he would have usually dove into tuning his technique became filled with your laughter and mindless questions about nothing. and worse, he found himself preferring it.
he never had a doubt in his mind that you were his forever, even when that meant making his passion share the stage with the object of all his affection. he was convinced he would give everything up for you if you asked, and knowing that you would never make him choose was exactly why. his soft coos mixed in with a string of meaningful apologies, eye contact from his lower angle while his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face.
voice gentle as ever filling your ears and clogging all doubt. it made you feel silly to have ever doubted him, yet none of his tone seemed of any defensive nature, instead absolving you of all blame and placing it on the broad shoulders your hands clung to.
“i will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. please, just promise me you’ll stay.” your heart almost broke at the rawness in his voice, his hands instinctively holding your face flush between them. your shy nod came accompanied by a sniffle, feet finally brave enough to push himself towards you.
your eyes fluttered closed at the felling of his lips on your forehead. he gently made his way through your nose bridge, kissing every inch he could; even gentler as he kissed the remaining tears built up on your lashes. you giggled simply at his speed picking up, his hand traveling to the back of your neck, and feeling the subtle smile against your skin.
“can you let me make it up to you?” his usual dominant air held more weight to it, almost begging you to let him back in. your yes came quietly, soft sniffles as he effortlessly lifted you by your waist and held you against him on the walk towards your shared bedroom.
the room was engulfed in darkness when you entered, cheek resting against taehyun’s shoulder. he turned the lamp on, setting you down at the center of the bed. for some reason, you felt awkward. despite the familiarity of intimacy between you two, tonight felt different.
you’d finally trusted him enough to say he’d hurt you, feeling like a porcelain doll under his gaze. sex with taehyun was always passionate, always at the peak of infatuation, and him burying inside with little remorse; and you liked it that way, but it felt much too contrasting to the fragile state you were both in, and he knew that.
his eyes scanned your figure fondly, still clad in your evening dress, makeup perfected under your careful hands he adored holding. his own hands slowly caressed your exposed shoulder, fingertips skimming down your arm as if this were his first time exploring you.
tentatively, he lowered one of the straps of your dress as he came closer, plump lips leaving open mouthed kisses against the most tender parts of your neck and shoulder.
“you’re so beautiful.” he breathed against you, to you or to himself, you did not know. your soft breaths began to fill the room, the lightness of his touch making you hyperaware of everything he was doing.
you helped him shrug off both of your dress straps, his mouth never leaving your skin for a second. by now, he would have marked countless claims on your body, a mess of teeth and saliva adorning you both, but tonight, he held back. he was taking his time simply admiring you as you are, not as his, but as who he fell in love with.
he traveled down to your breasts, mouth attaching to your sensitive nipple expertly, causing your grip around his bicep to tighten slightly, attempting to suppress any noise from leaving your mouth.
he knew just how to push all your points with ease, an ease only someone who has studied you meticulously could have. swirling around your bud, his hand squeezed your thigh wrapped around him, inching his way to your core.
the way he towered over you only made your reactions more evident, eyes fluttering as you watched the way his arm reached the hem of your dress before lifting it, your legs unable to even remotely close with him between them.
his calloused fingers played with the edge of your damp lacy panties, a soft sigh leaving him, “i haven’t even touched you, baby.” he sounded more amused than scolding, eyes finally moving to watch your dazed face.
you were already so drunk on his touch, scent, breath, eyes, that you barely registered him gently slipping your dress off. he now laid level with your clothed cunt, plump lips trailing soft kisses on your inner thigh.
his teeth attached to the center of the lace first, index fingers helping him slowly edge the garment off of you. huge eyes never left yours. a whimper escaped you, the feather-lightness of his touch on your hot skin caused your back to arch off the bed involuntarily, mind completely giving itself over to him.
he took another second before planting a soft kiss on your bundle of nerves still behind by your lips. his hands gently pushed your thighs further apart, and he licked a strip to the top.
a choked whine, another arch of your back. whether this was torture or paradise, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
you felt his long fingers carefully spread you open, and another kiss planted right on your clit. you felt the vibrations of his satisfied hum right at your core, and all your composure escaped you as he began dipping his tongue inside your already pulsing hole.
he lapped slowly, savoring every drop until his tongue could remember your taste by heart. his free hand reached to hold yours, interlocking your fingers before picking up his pace.
your moans were music to his ears, every please had him quickening his pace. you laid so vulnerable before him, trusting him to make you feel like you held the world at the tip of his tongue, and you did.
he began lapping wildly, index finger prodding at your entrance shyly. your other hand reached for his hair, curses and chants of his name echoing like a prayer in your shared sanctuary.
“please, tyun i’m so close—” your pleas were cut off by his finger fully entering you, immediately curling to press against your sensitive spot. the moans that left you were entirely too obscene for the care he was giving your pussy right now, eyes fixed on your breasts and what you allowed him to see of your face (with your increasingly erratic movements).
“i want you to cum on my mouth, baby. please, be a good girl and cum for me?” he whined against you, attempting to kitten lick your clit between every word, “let me taste every drop.”
you did not need to be told twice, the knot in your stomach releasing around his digit at his words, and failing to control how hard your back and legs convulsed. he continued his ministrations until he felt you calm down, slowly slipping his finger out of you. with a kiss, his lips made one final stop at your still-sensitive cunt before he rose to hover above you again.
his index finger clad in your cum made its way towards your mouth, opening it for him without any hesitation. your lips wrapped around him, tasting yourself, tasting what he had done.
a smile graced his beautiful face, hair sticking to his forehead, and the bottom half of it covered in your arousal. your hand went to cover your own face in sudden embarrassment, his chuckle filling the room as he placed a kiss to the back of your hand still interlocked with his.
“you have no idea how perfect you are to me.” his voice came more serious, and closer this time. “i’m sorry i had you doubt that for even a second.”
his words filled you with a warmth not even his skilled mouth could, and you pulled him impossibly closer, peppering kisses on his head and clearing his forehead tenderly.
he took care of clean up, per usual, and the next morning you found yourself in the predicament of food vs pleasure, which was a choice you gladly let your husband-to-be decide.
