9:04 p.m. | l. sm | svt
content: fem!reader, dom!idol, shower sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, mentions of brat taming and orgasm denial, copious amounts of praise, fluff, husband!seok, 1.9k ish
“You look so pretty,” Seokmin coos, dragging his nose over your cheek to press a sweet peck to your lips. He’s smiling into it, and he pushes your soapy hair behind your ears.
“Shh,” you giggle softly, running your palms down to his chest. “Less talking, more helping me get the soap out.”
“So bossy,” he huffs playfully, spinning you to be under the water. He shields your eyes with one hand as he works the shampoo out, and he can’t help the way he slides his hand lower to squeeze your hip.
“Seok!” You breathe out, pushing half-heartedly at your hand, and he beams at you.
“What, you expect me to see you all wet for me and not want to have you?” He scoffs, and you can feel your face burn from his shamelessness, but you don’t stop him as he tugs you closer to him, letting you feel his hardening erection, as he dips down and kisses you so deeply you feel lightheaded.
“That’s my girl,” he coos sweetly as you slide your hands down his abs, smiling as they tense and the sharp breath he lets out as you wrap one hand around him. “So good for me.”
“Am I?” You ask breathlessly, chasing his lips.
He pulls back and winks at you. “Of course you are. You stopped misbehaving when you realized I won’t give you what you want, didn’t you?”
You had. When you and Seokmin had first started dating and sleeping together, you’d been bratty and tried to learn how to push his buttons, entranced by the agitated clench of his jaw and the dark shine to his eyes when he put you in your place.
He’d been so condescending, telling you only good girls got to cum, feigning disappointment in you as he forced you to have ruined orgasms - if you got one at all; forced you to watch him in ecstasy as he got himself off and played up his loud moans - of your name and swears - to make you squirm.
He knew exactly how to break and train you. The second you’d behaved, you were showered in kisses and orgasms and praise, treated as rough or as gentle as you wanted, fucked until you couldn’t think about anything but the delicious drag of his cock as he brushed your g-spot and circled your clit just how you liked.
Seokmin was good with his hands, his tongue, anything and everything he could use on you, and you’d quickly learned to behave: eager to sink to your knees or spread your legs for him, pleading softly and sweetly for him to treat you right. He never refused unless you misbehaved, and you never did anymore, desperate for anything he’d give you: and he’d never give you what you wanted if you were bad.
“I did,” you respond finally, and he rewards you with kisses down your jaw and neck, scrapes of his teeth that he soothes with his tongue as he claims you as his - even though the wedding ring that glints on your hand already does that.
“Mm, that’s right,” his voice has dropped down to the huskiness and deepness you only ever hear when he’s desperate to have you against or on him for hours. “I should reward you for being good. My gorgeous wife,” he breathes out, letting his hand slide from your hip to slowly circle your clit. “Doing anything I ask, hm?”
“Yes, anything, Seok, please, fuck,” your voice is already breathy and whimpered as he slips one finger into you, letting his calluses brush against sensitive spots. It makes your legs weak, but he holds you firm to him and you melt into him, leaving small marks across his collarbones and chest.
“How many can you give me today?” He asks sweetly, like he hasn’t slid in a second finger and like he’s not scissoring you open with a teasing smile as you struggle to meet his gaze, eyes already half-lidded, like you’re not struggling to process his words because all you can think of is how empty you are.
“However many you want, baby, please,” you know he’ll stop when you say, but the way his eyes light up has you clenching around his fingers, and he smirks, pulling his fingers out to lick your wetness off.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos, sinking to his knees. “Ride my face for me, sweetheart,” he orders, and you nod, shakily shifting your weight and sinking down onto him as he tugs you closer. His nose brushes you just right, and the first press of his tongue inside you has you crying out.
“God, Seok!” You gasp, and he hums, the vibrations delicious and mind-numbing as he only presses closer to you. The water is cold on your back, and it only adds to the sensation - so different from the heat of his big hands tugging you down onto him with more force, the molten desire coursing through you that has you shaking and already close to tipping over the edge.
“Cum for me,” he whispers before diving back in, and you nod, and it just takes his nose rubbing your clit just right for your knees to buckle as you fall apart.
He catches you, bracing you as he stands, and he kisses you - desperate and hard, and he tastes of your arousal. You can’t help but whimper at the taste and the force, sure to bruise your lips as he presses you closer to the wall.
His cock is hard and hot against your hip, and you arch into his touch, desperate to be full.
“Words, sweetheart,” he reminds you, kissing your cheek sweetly.
“Fuck me,” you whine, and it could sound like a demand, but it’s so needy and soft that it only makes him smile.
“Louder,” he beams at you, and your eyes fall to where he’s spreading his precum down his shaft, the way he twitches in his hand.
“Please, Seok, fuck me. Need it.” You beg softly, and his eyes crinkle into crescents.
“Good girl.” He teases you for a bit, tapping the head against your clit, and when you whine angrily, he only chuckles breathlessly and slides in one fluid motion. “So perfect for me. This pussy was just made for me, hm?”
You nod eagerly, clenching around him as he sets a slow but deep rhythm that has your mouth falling open as you pant softly and cling to his shoulders, desperate for something grounding and a sensation other than the drag of each vein of his cock against your sensitive walls.
“Only yours. Forever.” You remind him, and the kiss he grants you is soft and loving, a complete juxtaposition to how his thrusts speed up.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Agreed to be mine, forever and ever.”
“Because,” you gasp out, voice shaky. “I am. But you’re - you’re mine too. My Seok.”
“I am, I am,” he reassures you, thumb pressing down on and circling your clit. “All yours, princess.”
You whine at that, clenching around him, and he laughs.
“So cute,” he’s laughing at you, but you don’t have it in you to be jokingly mad. “Like when I’m yours? And when I’m possessive?”
You nod dumbly, letting your eyes slide shut after you catch the sight of his brow furrowing and his jaw clenching with his focus - not wanting to cum just yet.
“Well, I’m all yours. Can have me whenever you wanna be full. And any other time too. Gonna be by your side forever,” Seokmin hisses out as you clench around him. “And you’re mine. No one else allowed to see how well your pussy takes my cock. All mine.”
“‘M close,” you whine, and he breathes out a small chuckle, lowering his face to suck marks across your collarbones and breasts, and the scrape of his teeth close to your nipple has you falling apart.
“Okay?” He asks as you quiver in his arms, and you nod.
“Need you to fill me.”
“Fuck, so good for me. Gonna stuff you full of my cum,”
“Please,” you whine, the overstimulation the perfect mix of pain from oversensitivity and pleasure from his unrelenting ministrations to have you close to another orgasm.
“I will,” Seokmin promises, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer. You can’t tear your eyes from the desperation in his eyes, the puffiness of his kiss-bruised lips, or the tightness of his jaw as he tries to drag it out. “Make sure you’re never empty of me.”
That sends you over the edge, and he’s not far behind you, hips stuttering before he stops, filling you with ropes of hot cum. He rests his forehead on the wall, his ragged breaths brushing your shoulder as he recovers.
“Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he laughs breathlessly, hissing softly as he pulls out and grabs a washcloth to wipe you clean.
“I should be the one saying that,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “Fine, we’re both lucky.”
He hums. “I’m fine with that.”
This time, his kiss is sweet and loving and meant to do nothing but make you feel wanted, and you can’t stop smiling as he shuts off the water and helps you towel dry.
He even ties the sash of your fluffy robe for you, peppers your face in kisses, and leaves small and apologetic pecks on the hickeys that peak out of the collar.
The two of you settle in a comfortable silence, doing skincare side by side in the opulent hotel mirror, and you can’t help your smile when the light glints off his wedding band and you realize that he truly is yours, forever and ever.
He keeps brushing his arm against yours, and you know it’s intentional from the playful smile he’s failing to hold back.
As soon as you finish with your moisturizer, you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his side, and he immediately reciprocates, putting down his serum without even putting the lid back on.
“You’re so clingy,” you tell him, and he pouts at you.
“Excuse me!” He huffs, feigning offense. “I didn’t know it was a crime to want my wife to hug me.”
“It’s not,” you beam at him, playing with the end of the ties to his robe. “I wanna hug you too. I like when you’re in my arms or I’m in yours.”
He kisses the crown of your head and hums happily, and uses one hand to finish his skincare, unable to detach from you.
The two of you stumble to the big hotel bed and the fluffy comforters, laughing at your clumsiness as you get comfy.
He settles easily, studying you with his pretty eyes, so dark and sparkly and fond. He traces words on your arm - the only ones you can pick out are ‘I love you’ and ‘Mrs. Lee’ and it has your heart clenching with fondness, so you wiggle closer until you’re entwined with him and it’s nearly impossible to tell where your limbs begin and his end.
“I love you,” you tell him, and he smiles softly, eyes already closed as he gets comfy.
“I love you too, my dear.”
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