until my last breathe - kth
pairing - husband!taehyung x wife!reader
genre - smut, fluff, wedding au, established relationship, newlyweds, one shot
warning - 18+, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, emotional intimacy, soft dom!taehyung, praise kink, lots of crying and kissing, extremely in love tae
a/n - after nine years of loving each other quietly and completely, taehyung finally gets to marry the girl he’s adored since he was nineteen. from tearful vows at the altar to a slow and worshipful wedding night by the ocean, this is soft, emotional, deeply devoted husband tae at his absolute finest.
The morning of our wedding day arrived wrapped in soft golden light, spilling through the curtains of the room where i was getting ready. I am marrying the love of my life today. After 9 years of love, growth, and countless memories together, we’re finally tying the knot and beginning our forever as husband and wife, and just in a few hours, I would walk towards the man who had been my whole world since I was nineteen.
My mother helped me into the dress, a simple, elegant gown of ivory silk that flowed like water around my hips. The fabric whispered against my skin, light as a promise. The veil was a gauzy mist that fell past my shoulders, delicate lace edges catching the light.
"You look beautiful," she whispered, eyes glistening. "He's going to lose it."
I smiled, thinking of Taehyung. My gentle giant. The man who still opened doors for me, who remembered the way I took my coffee even after nine years, who held my hair back when I was sick without a single complaint. A real gentleman, not the performative kind. The kind who got up early to make me breakfast before work, who wrote me little notes hidden in my bag, who cried at movies and wasn't ashamed of it.
The drive to the venue felt suspended in time. Gardenias and jasmine lined the pathway, their fragrance wrapping around me like an embrace. The string quartet played something soft and familiar, our song, the one that had been playing when we first danced together at that dingy little club in college. He'd been so nervous, his palms sweaty, but he held me like I was made of glass.
I stood at the back of the aisle, the white petals scattered like snow beneath my feet. And then the doors opened, and the music shifted into the wedding march. Our favorite song in the background,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? "
Taehyung stood at the altar. He was wearing a black tailored suit with a white dress shirt and a slim black tie, giving him that sleek, classic gentleman look. His hair was swept back, a few strands falling across his forehead. He looked devastatingly handsome, but that wasn't what made my breath catch.
Not just a single tear escaping, his eyes were swimming, cheeks wet, lips trembling as he tried to keep it together. His best friend, Jimin, nudged him gently, handing him a handkerchief. Taehyung took it but didn't use it, just clutched it in his fist, his gaze locked on me as I started walking.
Step by step, I moved toward him with my dad. The world blurred around us, the guests, the flowers, the sunlight filtering through the oak trees. There was only him. His breath hitched audibly when I was halfway there, and I saw him mouth something. So beautiful.
My father kissed my cheek and placed my hand in Taehyung's. His fingers were warm, slightly trembling. He squeezed my hand, then brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. A sob escaped him, barely contained.
"Hi baby ," I whispered, my own voice cracking.
"Hi my love" he breathed back, tears streaming freely now. "I-I can't believe we are getting married."
The officiant spoke, but I barely heard the words. All I felt was his thumb stroking circles on my palm, his eyes never leaving mine, the way he sniffled through his vows, promising to love me fiercely, tenderly, endlessly. When it came time for the rings, his hands shook so much he almost dropped mine. Jimin steadied him, and we all laughed a little, breaking the tension.
"You may kiss the bride."
Taehyung stepped forward, cupping my face with both hands, so reverently, like I was something sacred. He kissed me softly, slowly, tasting of salt and sweet. His lips moved against mine as if he was memorizing the moment, and when he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine.
"I love you," he murmured. "Thank you for choosing me."
The reception was a blur of laughter, dancing, and champagne toasts. He held me close during our first dance, swaying gently, whispering that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His hands stayed respectful on my waist.
By the time we escaped to our honeymoon suite, the moon hung high and silver above the ocean. The room was draped in white linen, candles flickering on every surface, rose petals scattered across the bed. He closed the door behind us and stood there for a moment, just looking at me.
"I want to take this slow," he said, his voice husky but tender. "Tonight, I want to make love to you. Not... not our usual thing. I want to worship you." I nodded, my heart swelling.
He stepped forward, his fingers finding the tiny buttons along my spine. One by one, he undid them, pressing featherlight kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. He didn't rush. He didn't grope or grab. He simply undressed me like I was a gift he'd been waiting nine years to unwrap. The dress pooled at my feet. He knelt before me, kissing my hip, my thigh, the curve of my belly. He looked up at me with those dark, tear-reddened eyes, now filled with adoration.
"You're so perfect," he breathed.
He stood and guided me to the bed, laying me down against the soft sheets. He shed his own clothes slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. When he was bare above me, his body warm and solid, he didn't immediately press into me. Instead, he kissed me deeply, languid kisses that tasted of champagne and forever.
His mouth traveled down my neck, across my collarbone, pausing to worship each breast with soft licks and gentle sucks. His hands roamed my sides, my waist, my thighs, but always with reverence, never demanding. He parted my legs with the same care he might handle a blooming flower.
"Tell me if anything feels too much," he murmured against my stomach. "Tonight is about you. About us."
When his mouth found my cunt, it was slow and deliberate. His tongue circled my clit with gentle pressure, lapping at me like I was honey, drawing out soft gasps and moans. He didn't try to make me come fast. He savored every taste, every shiver, every quiet whimper I made. His fingers slid inside me, two at a time, curling slowly, exploring me like he was relearning my body after nine years.
I came undone with a soft cry, my hips bucking against his mouth as he drank me in, humming with satisfaction. He kissed his way back up my body, his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and ready, but he didn't rush. He lined himself up, looking into my eyes.
"I love you," he said, so serious, so raw. "I want to feel every part of you."
He pushed inside me inch by inch, filling me completely. He paused when he was fully sheathed, letting me adjust, letting the moment stretch. Then he began to move, slowly, deep strokes that rocked the bed and my soul. He buried his face in my neck, whispering endearments between kisses. Mine. Beautiful. My wife.
Each thrust was measured, loving, building a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat. He watched my face, adjusting angles to hit that spot that made me gasp. When I came again, clenching around him, he groaned my name like a prayer.
He didn't last much longer after that. With a shudder and a cry, he spilled inside me, holding me so tightly I thought we might merge into one being. He stayed buried, breathing hard, pressing kisses to my forehead, my nose, my lips.
"I'm never letting you go," he murmured, voice thick with emotion. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his heart thud against mine. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."
We lay tangled together, warm and sticky and complete. The candles burned low, the ocean whispered outside, and knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of making love, slow and sweet and deep, the way a gentleman does when he's found his forever.
And Taehyung held me through the night, as if I was the most precious thing in the universe.
I was. To him. And he was to me.
an - this is exactly how i want my wedding day to be 😔🥀
