Y is for Yesterday
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 5 -
Category: Fluff | Smut Word Count: 1,352 Group/Member: 2PM | Taecyeon
The tepid water from the rainfall showerhead felt great against your tender skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been intimate with your husband, but it was evident that he had needed to release some tension. Examining your body, you could see the subtle maroon hue appearing beneath the skin on each of your forearms, and you were sure that your neck was laden with hickeys. If the bruises weren’t enough, the ache emanating from your lady parts made you whimper when the water pressure from the handheld head hit it. This was a sign of punishment for allowing yourself to become too immersed in work, you thought.
Before getting ready to clean up the mess from last night’s romantic dinner, you towel-dried your hair and slipped on his shirt – it always smelled like him, and you often fantasized about when he used to ruin you after seeing you in it. Those were the early days of your marriage – between your careers, it was lucky if the two of you even saw each other, let alone have sex. As you headed downstairs, the sound of broken porcelain on your brand new tiled floor alerted you, so you darted to the kitchen as quickly as your legs would take you.
There was your husband, Taecyeon, picking up the shattered pieces of the serving dish and sweeping the remaining bits. You stifled a laugh, and upon seeing your amused expression, he grew bashful – it was sweet that he was trying to clean, even if he wasn’t the most graceful man in the kitchen.
“Well, there goes my surprise,” he shrugged, looking sweetly at you from the fridge. Taecyeon had removed the plates from last night and replaced them with a beautiful fruit display. Grapes, strawberries, and raspberries decorated the island, and upon further examination, you noticed a small ramekin of honey.
“I thought you had to work today?” you coyly mused, tapping the tip of your toes on the hardwood floor and playfully crossing your arms. Taecyeon reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of white wine, pouring two glasses and hinting at you to sit down.
“I took the day off,” he casually replied, watching you closely as you sat across from him.
“Oh? Is that so?” you continued with your candor, slipping a raspberry beyond your lips and chewing it slowly, eyeing him in skepticism. You adjusted in your seat and fought the wince from the discomfort of your soreness – if Taecyeon was taking the day off, it only meant he hadn’t finished what he’d started yesterday, which only meant rougher sex today. That was something you were capable of handling when the two of you had sex several times a week, but going months on a dry spell…you didn’t think you’d be able to manage two times in less than a twenty-four hour period.
“I wanted to do something special for you,” he honestly confessed, giving you a genuine smile. “We’re always so busy, and every time we part, I begin to miss you the moment you’re gone.”
“I feel the same way, Taec,” you candidly replied, “I want us to go back to how we used to be, when we made each other a priority.” You grabbed a strawberry and lovingly fed him, smiling in earnest. He noticed the marks he’d left from the night prior, and his expression changed.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go that hard last night,” he worriedly said, reaching across the spread to trace the bruises lining your neck with his fingertips. His warm touch reanimated your lust for him; despite being overly sore, you wanted to go for round two.
“Maybe you can make it up to me?” you slyly suggested, swiveling on your barstool and twitching your eyebrow at him. Taecyeon had been resting his chin on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow. Retracting the hand that reached to you, his expression turned wily as he caught your drift. You placed your index finger into the honey and reached it up to his lips. His tongue cascaded over your finger and his lips closed on it, letting his tongue tease you, as he tasted the sweet nectar.
After removing your touch from his mischievous lips, you cleverly grabbed another raspberry and put it into your mouth, grabbing your glass of wine and heading to the window. The morning sun lit up the alabaster kitchen so well, and the contrast of Taecyeon’s dark hair and tanned skin made you bite your lip in anticipation. Following your lead, he walked up behind you at the window, turning you around to face him. He grabbed your glass and set it back on the island and began unbuttoning his shirt that adorned your torso.
“I’ll be gentle,” he cooed, delivering soft pecks of his lips against your bare flesh. After unbuttoning your last button, he helped you up onto the counter, leaving his hands on your backside. Your lips found his, and you teased your tongue along the entrance to his mouth before the two of you amplified the passion.
In a heated embrace, Taecyeon reached behind himself to grab the ramekin of honey. He pulled his face away and smirked, turning it on its side to drizzle the honey down your torso. Biting his lip, he began kissing you along your clavicles and licking the honey as he traipsed downward. His smooth tongue glided along your skin, giving you goose bumps.
When he’d cleaned your torso of any sticky residue, he smiled up at you before travelling south, where he kissed the cotton fabric of your panties. Shuddering at his placement, you tried to still your breath to control your vehemence. Taecyeon sent a firm swipe of his tongue along your folds through the material, maintaining eye contact with you to gauge your arousal. Nibbling on the sodden undergarments, he pulled at them with his teeth while his fingers laced with the waistband. They snapped back to your center and Taecyeon lifted your bottom to remove them from your bodice. Chucking them over his shoulder, he pressed your thighs as far apart as he could and dove face first into your sex.
Taecyeon lapped at your juices like the good boy he was, allowing his tongue to penetrate your sensitive center. He sucked on your folds and trailed his tongue along the hood of your clit, avoiding it to amp up the tension. You moaned his name at his avoidance, and while he smiled into your pussy, he began humming as he started to make out with your clit. He sneaked a hand up to one of your breasts, where he gently massaged while watching you.
Rolling your hips into his face, Taecyeon let you use him for pleasure while he kept up his machinations. You grabbed onto his thick locks and pushed him further into your heat, feeling your climax on a rapid approach. Taecyeon lifted you from the counter onto his shoulders, his face still deep in you. His strong arms held onto you while he ravenously ate your dribbling center; you came not a minute afterwards. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders, screaming profanities as he continued to nibble and suck while you rode out your orgasm.
As you started to come down, body still twitching uncontrollably, Taecyeon laid you down on the cool countertop again, hovering over you. He smiled at your post-orgasmic bliss, grabbing you another raspberry and feeding you kindly. After a few moments of catching your breath, you sat up and turned to him; he looked at you with an eyebrow raised as he took a gulp of the wine.
“Nice of you to apologize,” you sarcastically jested, softly punching him in the arm. He choked back his beverage, trying not to laugh.
“Oh what, you think I wasn’t genuine?” he cleverly countered, cocking his head back and raising his eyebrows.
“Well, I think we both know you prefer when I call you ‘daddy’,” you shrewdly remarked, testing his patience.
“Oh Kitten, do you want a repeat of yesterday?”