(제이)jongseong. glory box.
TROPE: established relationship, wedding night, coming of age, obsessed husband + gorgeous wife, mlw
TAGS: smut, body worship, marking + licking, extremely passionate, praising, jay's a bit submissive, whining + whimpering (hard while writing), pussy eating, desi reader, jay being sickeningly sweet and a gentleman + more!!
give me a reason to be a woman
THE GIRL who swore her virginity to the man she'd be wed to in the future, finds herself at the altar just barely into her twenties, and on the night of the wedding, her groom makes it his life's purpose to make her feel like a woman while he takes what was gifted to him way before he'd even knew of her heavenly existence.
for I've been a tempest for too long
her wonderous tales of life in india, your mother would commonly throw in how she, and all the woman before her, swore themselves to celibacy until marriage.
she'd hold you tenderly in her lap, gold adorned hands running through your silky brown mane as she'd tell you, that despite most woman in your family having a reputation of being tempests: which they weren't they were just far too beautiful for most to handle, they had all managed to keep their cherries fresh and unharmed.
"why waste something so intimate and special, on someone you could never imagine spending forever with?" she'd say each time, and when you were old enough to fully understand exactly what that meant, you completely agreed with it.
like your mother would say, sex was sacred, almost like a closed practice, and your virginity was like a gem that couldn't be just gifted to anybody, when it could possibly land in the wrong hands. being so reckless with yourself was almost like a ritual for negative energy.
even so, it wasn't like your mother was forcing you to save yourself, in fact she always encouraged the idea that it was your choice, not hers.
"if you do have sex, just make sure to be protected, my love. no babies until there's a ring on your pretty finger." she was completely open and understanding, especially since she and your father were so grounded in sexual intimacy till this day.
still, you decided to follow in the divine footsteps of the woman before you, not because you were honoring the legacy, but for the mere fact that it made more sense for such a spiritually and emotionally sensitive creature such as yourself, to protect you and the future child you may or may not have, from the hands of some evil who had nothing but ill intent.
so, you swore off your virginity to a man you'd not yet met and willingly accepted the comments of being a prude or "no fun" from people who'd lost there's far before they were even legal adults. you didn't really care for others opinion on it, because being a virgin never meant that you had to be innocent.
you were pretty sexual for someone who refused to have sex, always cracking the most perverted jokes and flirting the best over people who were deep in hook up culture. plus, you were no stranger to pleasing yourself.
despite being vastly under-experienced, you weren't ignorant to the world of sex and intimacy, and you're sure your future husband would not mind that one bit.
for this is the beginning of forever and ever
you had never known yourself to have an irrational fear of your person suddenly growing distant until you met jongseong. he, to record, has been the longest relationship you've ever had with a man, and the more he stayed, the more you grew to worry if he still had as much love for you as he did when you two first started dating. it was a feeling no other guy had invoked in you.
you had always been pretty unbothered towards boys suddenly growing cold, never wondering what could have possibly gone wrong or if you were the problem. you were confident in the fact that it had everything to do with them and nothing to do with you, especially since you were so damn loving, a little too much even.
however, even when you had somehow made it to the altar with someone, you'd consider the man of your dreams, you felt as if he'd suddenly change his mind, tell you that he did not fancy the idea of spending forever with you.
the fear lingered even when he'd said, "fuck yeah, I do." even when he'd grabbed your waist, held your chin, and pulled you into a kiss that had you dizzy well into reception; even when he'd held a rather heartfelt speech solely about you and your family, that definitely had you ugly crying, at the bitter end of it all.
even as you currently stood in the main lobby of a fancy and probably expensive hotel, dolled up, adorned in gold and glitter, hair blown out and black lace dress getting you stares from white men who couldn't even afford you with their retirement funds, waiting patiently for you husband to return from checking on your room; you felt anxious over the imagined possibility of him calling everything off right in the middle of this building.
maybe you've created this fear for yourself with being celibate this entire time. your virginity was hanging over your head at this point and you were scared he'd take it and leave the second he got the chance; but you'd rather it be fear than guilt.
"baby doll, what I tell you about picking your nails? they're so pretty and you haven't put them to use yet." your husband teases sweetly, an undertone of concern laced in the depth of his voice as he held your anxious hands in his own.
he knew how you were feeling, he saw it in your teary eyes moments before he'd sealed your union with a kiss, and he understood it, more than you probably thought he did.
his species had a sinful habit of wronging woman for their own pleasure, but unlike them, his goal wasn't to get in between your legs. if that was the case he would have left the moment you'd declared your intent to save yourself until marriage. he had no intention in having sex with you until he knew for sure you were ready.
he wasn't all that eager for it either way.
besides, he married you because he loves you, painfully so. he'd never loved a woman more, and trust, you deserved that love and every god damn thing else he could milk out of himself.
he honestly had no other motive behind marrying you, not in any intent to own you or brag about the goddess he'd managed to score, not even to start a family, nope, he married you just because he loves you and wants to give you the world. he'd have to make that known to you, so you'd be more at ease.
"come on, sexy. the room's ready." he says as he places a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving beside you and guiding you forward by your lower back, his palm instantly setting your skin on fire like you'd never been touched before. you had no idea why jongseong's affection made you feel like a touch deprived nun.
still, you allowed him to guide you, even if the destination was your demise; you shut off your brain and blindly followed jongseong's loving direction. luckily, he was no villain and eventually lead you, unharmed, to your shared hotel room.
he urges you towards the door, murmuring: "ladies first." whilst he tasked himself with grabbing his and your suitcases. he gives you not much space as you enter, following only a couple of inches behind like you'd disappear if he was far enough.
he doesn't mean to, but he stares as you walk, admiring eyes ghosting over the deep brown skin of your exposed back, smooth and polished with the potent rose body oil, one of many that you use.
his gaze travels on, past your waist and down to your ass, that he could see a little too clearly through the thin lace fabric of your dress, looking far too fat and tempting for his fragile self-control. it was a damn miracle you were wearing something underneath or he'd end up murdering someone.
he continues watching you saunter about even after he'd stop a few feet away, his luck seeming to keep you distracted while he tracked the movement of your ass and the slight jiggle of your thighs like he'd just discovered the female anatomy. he only stops when he feels some feral feeling crawl in his chest, biting painfully at the edges of his soul, forcing him to rip his eyes away from a meal on two legs before he did something only horny teenage boys do when they're desperate. he was better than that.
"wow, hubby. this is so beautiful." you call out, slowly turning your attention towards your husband, who now had his focus set on neatly placing yours and his luggage in a nearby closet.
after a second or two of his trembling hands struggling, he turns to smile at you, a rather adorable smile that tells you he's gushing over his new pet name. you cannot help but giggle, watching with a gaze of pure, raw love as he waltzes over to you, lashes batting and smile widening.
"yeah? is it, doll?" he hums as he comes closer, not at all thinking about what you said, just completely floored over the fact that he managed to marry the girl he'd dream about even when he was wide awake. "mhm. you always have a talent for picking out the most romantic spots." you responded, smiling fondly at his lack of attention to the topic and cupping his face as he leaned in, pressing a butterfly inducing kiss to your lips.
"that's cause I have you in mind." he mumbles, pulling his jacket off his body with his lips still pressing sweetly against your glossed ones. "my pretty lady who deserves all the gorgeous and romantic things in the world." he continues between kisses, quickly discarding his jacket so he could wrap his arms around your body, swaying slowly side to side with you perfectly fitted against him.
he's looking at you like a lovesick puppy would its owner, eyes almost forming hearts and smile bigger than any kid in a candy store. you were the center of his universe right now, and probably will be forever, the only woman in his world.
he had to be the luckiest man in the world to be gifted the chance with a woman as divine as you, he almost felt like he didn't even deserve you, but yet here he was holding you in his arms after saying his vows in front of both your families.
"I hope you plan on sweet talking me for our entire marriage." you give the man an admiring once over as you speak, your hand gently caressing the line of his jaw, cold sliver of your wedding ring making his spine tingle in the best way.
"trust me, beautiful. I don't plan on stopping, not even after I've used up all the sweetness in the world." he responds, leaning into your palm and kissing at it tenderly.
"baby doll." he calls out, too lovingly, your heart squeezing in your chest and even harder when you can see how his eyes soften as he looks at you, really looks at you, taking you in fully, breathing you in, letting his mind completely realize that you were his wife and he was your husband. he looked almost like he could cry just from the idea of having you forever.
"god, I love you so much, so fucking much." he whispers in a tone that has tears resurfacing at your water line, and they almost slip as he reaches up to hold your hand, keeping it against his face and turning to kiss it here, there.
you weren't even fully over the fact that you'd stood at the altar with this man not even a few hours ago, and yet, he was still trying to make your heart explode out of your chest.
"I love you too, baby." you reciprocated with a small frown, not because you were sad, but for the mere fact that his affection for you brought you to tears.
jongseong smiled, eyes falling and face rubbing into your hand as if he was a cat who couldn't get enough of his owners' attention.
he stayed silent, body still swaying with yours as he took his time to drown in this moment, in your presence, in the fact that he had this heavenly creature all to himself.
and you let him, stayed with him and drowned in it all yourself, watching him with nothing but adoration in your eyes, like you could not do anything else but love the man who stood before you.
you moved your free hand down to his bicep, subtly rubbing up and down the muscle, the softness of your skin seeming to seep through the fabric of the man's dress shirt, making his chest shudder with the release of a shaky breath, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. you noticed the small reaction, and felt compelled to push further, edge a little more out of him.
your hand slid down to his wrist, slowly coming back up and taking his sleeve with it, making it roll up past his elbow and exposing his skin to your tender fingertips. it was almost like you knew just the right ways to drive him crazy.
he swallowed, a shallow breath leaving his nose as he slowly opened his eyes, expression desperate, yearning, edged with a heat he was trying his hardest to keep from rising.
you had a way of thinning his self-control in the simplest ways. it was always like foreplay the way you'd tease him, push him till he was turned on beyond belief, just for him to doing nothing about it because he was respectful and he'd honestly rather be sexually frustrated the rest of his life than force you into sex.
still, it seemed so damn difficult to control himself right now, like the many glasses of wine he had at the reception was making him far more hormonal than usual. he was already hard, and you've only been touching him for a few minutes.
"baby..." he mumbled, the letters falling against your lips when you leaned in to kiss him, just as they left his own. this kiss was just passionate enough to set his entire being on fire, from his soul outward. he could feel his string of control burning and fraying away from his grip.
"baby, don't. I can't..." he whispers like it hurts. "I'm not strong enough to resist you tonight." he claimed, but his body spoke a contradictory statement, his hands holding your hips with a vice, ring digging in your skin as he pulled your further against him rather than away, making how turned on he was a hell of a lot more obvious.
he knew he should push you away like he usually does, let himself calm down, but he just couldn't, and it seemed like you weren't going to let him either way.
"jongseong." you call out, oh so gently, like you were trying to ease whatever woes he had running rampant in his mind, your hands returning to his face and adding to the soothing effect. it worked for the most part but didn't make him feel any less like a dog in heat.
he lets out a hum, and much to his chagrin, it comes out in a rather whiny manner. he's embarrassed by how his body is making it so obvious that he's struggling to keep it together.
you tug him down slightly, so he's closer, so you're both breathing the same air, noses brushing each other, eyes locked and boring into one another's soul. your husband whimpers, feeling incredibly pathetic for such a mesmerizing woman.
"you don't have to hold back, jay. we're married now." you say, oh so tenderly, the words running so delicately across his skin and making him shiver like you'd put ice down his shirt. your voice was like smooth honey to his ears, sweet with your accent adding a little sexy spice to it; your voice was like a delicious liquid that he would always have his mouth wide open to taste, enhancing every fragment, every letter, every point of punctuation, and making even the simplest of sentences sound like a saccharine secret curated just his hearing pleasure.
"you sure, baby? we.... we don't have to..." he says quietly, caressing at your sides as his eyes searched for any signs of fear like he saw earlier, but it was all gone now, your pretty eyes holding nothing but the type of love that had his heart melting in his chest. god, you were driving him insane tonight.
"I was sure the moment you proposed." you smiled, making the blonde's heart squeeze painfully. "I promise, I want this, I want you, more than anything." you professed in a whisper, gently kissing the tip of his nose. he lets out nothing but a shaky exhale in response, eyes falling shut as your fingers slowly ran through the hair at the back of his head.
he was aching for you at this point; there was no chance in heaven or hell that he could refuse such a loving offer.
he pressed his lips upon yours, for what felt like the hundredth time, hands pushing your body backward into a table, the lamp on top shaking as he caged you against the furniture.
his mouth devoured yours in a languid manner, taking it's time to taste and memorize your lips like he was stranger to them. to him, no matter how many times he kissed you, it always felt like the first, making his heart race and mind reel every time without fail, as if your lips were laced with a drug made just for him, and he had no problem going in for another fix. he was addicted and he was not ashamed.
he pulled away, not too far, finally mumbling a response: "then I'll make sure you don't regret a single second." he brings his face back towards you, pecking your cheek sweetly before moving down to your jaw giving it heated attention whilst his hands started exploring your goddess like body, the warmth of palm and fingers easily reaching your dark skin through the lace of your dress.
you hum, a soft one full of pleasure towards your husband's affection, that felt so different even though it was nothing new. it was like finally being married made everything ten times more intense.
jongseong found his way to your neck, covering your fragrant skin in his love and letting out small moans like he was tasting some rich desert. when he trails away and lingers toward your collarbone area, he slides his tongue from between his plump lips, using it to trace the bone in a way that makes your ears burn and has goosebumps scurrying down your skin.
he pulls away, much to your dissatisfaction, eyes taking in your curvaceous stature before returning to your gorgeous face. the way he was staring, with such intent and almost concentration, brows furrowed as if he was studying a piece of roman art, made you feel incredibly shy, very exposed and vulnerable as if you weren't clothed.
it wasn't the first time he'd stare at you in such a way, oh no, you'd caught him many times in the long duration of your relationship, in the moments where he believed he was being discreet, but this was the first time he had done it so unabashed. his sudden confidence in staring at what was his, made you feel almost feral, like you wanted to just eat him whole.
"turn around for me, doll." he requests gently, backing up slightly to give you room to do so and watching as you listened with a smile on your face, too eager to follow his lead. he did not know if he liked it or not, considering the fact that it was usually you telling him what to do. he probably liked that more if he was being honest.
he closed the distance between you and him once more, placing one hand on your hip and using the other to move your silky hair over your shoulder, carefully, so it no longer obstructed the full view of your back, the canvas painted with red ink that formed pretty shapes of flowers native to india, ones that match your mothers. every time he saw the tattoo, he couldn't help but be awed by how well the ink fit against your skin, how fitting the art was to who you were.
it seemed that almost every single detail about you was stunning, from your culture to your radiant and bright being. every second spent with a beauty such as yourself; was another second he felt the want to become nothing, but a man created to serve and worship you, like you were his goddess, his religion. you were but he could not spend the rest of his life as your loyal lap dog, no matter how he secretly yearned to, you probably couldn't even fathom the idea.
his used his finger to trace over the fine lines of the inked drawing, his eyes doing the same, mind trying to understand every single little thing about the chosen tattoo, like he was trying to find out more about you through it.
soon, his entire hand was moving over your skin, making your face flush slightly as you peeked over your shoulder at him, watching his continued concertation, adoring how he seemed to be studying you now that he had the chance, and would have plenty more for the rest of the week.
"you are so beautiful." he says like it pains his heart, his voice quiet and a lot more bassy than usual, making you a whole lot more drenched than you were initially, the moment his words met your ears.
"you don't have to flatter me so often, jay." you mutter, and much to your hearts dismay, he looks up at you as if you have deeply offended him. he says your full name, in that way he does when you've done something to upset him, and your heart was already in your ass at the first letter.
"don't you ever make such an assumption. you are the most gorgeous woman I know, and I mean that." he says sternly, as his fingers brushes over the stretch marks near the curve of your hip. you have to muster all your strength to keep yourself from cumming right then and there.
"never doubt your beauty, do you understand me?" you almost moan at the subtle authority in his voice and the way he lifts his eyebrow, but instead you respond with a small, mumbled: "I do."
he smiles gently, "good girl." gifting praise before leaning to press a kiss onto the back of your shoulder, trailing more downward, hands returning to caressing at your sides.
the audacity of this man to shift his demeanor so effortlessly, was astounding.
one of his hands left your side, reaching towards the rather untrustworthy strings holding your dress together and tugging them apart with ease, leaving the lacey garment loose and easier to remove, which was his immediate next step.
his lips returned to your shoulder as his fingers busied themselves with the thin strap laying upon it, slowly pulling it down and letting it fall before moving to repeat the same unrushed action on the other side. this slow and tender treatment of your body was making you feel far more turned on then it should.
he continued slowly but surely removing your dress, until it dropped down into a fabric puddle at your feet, all while his mouth created a pretty little mark in between your shoulder blades, eliciting a shaky exhale from you, sweet music to you husband's ears.
the blonde sunk down to his knees, giving some attention to your lower and mid-back, his hands moving down to your thighs, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of the bottom of your ass that your panties couldn't quite cover. there was no piece of clothing that could hold back all of that ass you were equipped with; he fucking loved it.
your whole body was hot, flushed from the fact that this man had absolutely no shame when it came to worshipping your body. you were downright sexy and jongseong made an extreme effort to make sure you knew it, hell, that everyone knew it. that is exactly why he tells people he doesn't give a damn about how revealing you liked to dress, because he knew that no matter how many men stared and drooled, he was the only one of his kind that got to fully bask in every part you showed, and more.
he spun you around, not too hastily, slow enough for him to see the way your butt moved as you did before the view as no longer in sight.
he kissed your thigh, his hand moving down to your calf so that he could lift your foot, opposite hand keeping you steady as he placed the heel adorned limp gently against his erection, a move he'd commonly used to get off many moments prior to tonight.
his hips instinctively bucked up, naturally making his hard on press into your heel, a hummed moan being let out against your inner thigh as his lips peck at the skin, the vibrations going straight to your cunt.
"this is torture..." you mumbled, feeling endlessly teased by how slow he was taking things at the moment, grateful for the lack of rush but still feeling a bit impatient. your husband did nothing but smile, continuing his slow path up your inner thigh, completely skipping over your genital area as a whole and kiss up your stomach. oh, he's evil.
he paused his bout of affection, lips brushing tortuously against the skin of your stomach as he looked up at you, making your breath hitch slightly and heart nearly stop at the way his adorably catlike eyes stared into your own.
you never knew the view of your man on his knees looking so gone for you, was going to make you this hot. gosh, what is his problem.
"sit." he said in a soft tone, voice embroidered with loving authority as he placed his hand on your stomach and pushed you back slightly, and of course you followed his order with no need for consideration, feeling like you might actually combust from literally anything he does at this point.
you pushed the lamp back some, sitting yourself at the edge of the table while your lover watched you like he was witnessing an angel falling from the sky. you adored how he seemed to think you were some type of deity no matter what you were doing.
"take those off, please." he says please like he was begging for it, and of course you did as he asked, being glad to almost.
you move your manicured fingers down to the waistband of your panties, lifting slightly from the table so you could tug them down, your husband just watching you with his hand over his mouth like he's holding back a filthy remark, already feeling like a pervert just for staring.
you smile, proud to have him so captivated and making a small effort to put on a show, slowly sliding the lace down your thighs and successfully freeing one leg before letting it slide down the other before kicking the undergarments off, amused by the way his eyebrows furrow at the sight.
jongseong closes his eyes, letting out a shuddery sigh and attempting to calm down the fire in the pit of his stomach. he was already so frustratingly hard, how dare you tease him.
he opened his eyes a second later, staring intently at you as you gave him a cheeky smile and spread your legs to show him how mesmerizingly wet you were. you're taunting him, and he's close to just fucking you into oblivion, but in the favor of savoring this moment and making sure your first time is a good time, he holds on tight to that last tiny string of self-control he has.
jongseong crawls towards you, closing the few inches of distance between you two. the action appears rather animalistic, especially with the way his eyes lower and how he looks at you like you're a meal fit for a king. the sight has a heat shooting up your body, spreading through your chest and across your face, your smile falling and lip getting stuck between your teeth. the reaction has him smiling now.
he's between your legs eventually, lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder, his fingers trailing up the inner thigh of the other, gaze falling away from you face and down to the delicious sight of your pretty pussy, glistening with the sweet juices he so easily milked out of you.
"you're so pretty, baby. so wet too..." he whispers, lightly brushing two fingers over your soaked folds, making you bite your lip harder.
the blonde kissed your inner thigh before glancing up with loving eyes, "no need to keep quiet, sweetheart. we're in the presidential suite, no one can hear us." he says with a slight cocky tone, making you roll your eyes despite your current position. typical of jongseong to book the most expensive suite in a luxury hotel.
"come on, pretty lady, let hubby hear you." he pleads, sweetly as his fingers rub gentle circles around your clit, tongue timidly licking at your folds, effortlessly pulling a soft moan from your slightly glossed lips.
jongseong smiles, giving you a drawn-out praise in response: "good girl."
he continues his small licks at your cunt, his fingers slowly sliding inside and catching you completely by surprise, a lengthier moan leaving you, much to your husband's enjoyment. "is that good, baby?" he asks you, head tilting slightly as he watches your reaction to the slow drag of his fingers within your velvety walls.
"mm, yeah." you responded between moans, already breathless and he just started. "yeah? good." he hums, leaning back in to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud, making one of your hands hold on to the edge of the table and the other reach out for his hair, fingers tangling within the blonde locks. jongseong hums into you, loving the feeling of your hand his hair, pretty nails lightly starching at his scalp.
his fingers don't stay inside of your long, his full focus being put into eating you good, mouth devouring you slow and tongue tasting every part of you he could reach. based on the way he was moaning himself, you tasted pretty damn good.
jongseong used his hands to spread your legs further apart, giving himself more room to be a bit more thorough and messier. the obscenity of the view and the sloppy wet noise made you feel like you were going lose your mind from the way it enhanced the pleasure he was giving you, even more so when his nose continuously brushed over your clit, each time making you louder and louder, unable to keep yourself from being vocal about how good he was making you feel, and that he was proud of.
"jay..." you moan out, the sound of his name falling from your lips so sensually, making him shudder, cock twitching in his pants.
his gaze slowly lifts, whole body feeling hot from the sight of you, staring at him with your head tilted, hair falling your face, lips parted as you moaned for him, it was like a damn painting that his mind made no hesitation in taking a mental screenshot.
"you look so fucking good like that, baby." he says when he reluctantly pulls away from you, giving your pussy a few more good licks like he couldn't get enough. he would love to keep his face buried in you forever but the aching in his cock was a bit too painful to deprive himself for much longer.
he kissed at your inner thigh before sucking gently at the sensitive skin and leaving a little mark, something to remind you he was there later.
jongseong grabbed at his tie, tugging it loose as he rose from his position and stood between your legs, taking a second to fully admired you in this state. he never knew that he needed to see you like this, completely bare and vulnerable, dark brown skin flushed, eyes soft, full of love, breath slightly bated as you waited patiently for whatever he may due next, gloss almost gone from the amount of times his lips have touched you own, it all made him fall in love with you for the second time.
you were so damn perfect no matter what.
the man leaned down towards you, cupping your cheeks and squishing the slightly before pecking your lips. you can't help but smile despite being perched upon a table, naked. the man seemed to make you feel giddy even in the most heated moments.
he stands up straight once, backing up a few steps and holding his arms out for you, "come here, doll." he beckons, using his hands to gesture for your presences, to which you naturally oblige, lifting yourself from the table and sauntering into your husbands awaiting embrace.
he wraps around you warmly, kissing the crown of your head before shifting your position, his arm finding its way behind your thighs so that he could hoist you up into bridal style with ease, like your weight was nothing to him. he'd spent many mornings hard working in the gym for this moment.
you wrapped your own arms around him, not because you were scared he'd drop you, but for the mere fact that you wanted to be close to him, to the heat of his body, wanting to feel him against your bare skin even if he was still fully clothed.
jongseong tightened his grip on you, make sure you were secure before he traveled through the suite, one of his hands removing your heels whilst he walked.
he took you to the master bedroom, placing you ever so carefully onto the king-sized mattress. he backed up, reaching up to tug at his tie once more in an attempt to remove it, the sight making your body shiver with antioption.
since the age of seventeen, you'd fantasized about the moment that you would find your prince charming and give him the one thing you denied all those relevant people who thought you were easy. it probably happened a bit more instant in your young brain, but this was the moment you'd been waiting for, the moment that make all those nights of sexual frustrations and hours of yearning to be relived of celibacy, worth it. you had felt anxious leading up to this point but now that you were here, here with him, everything felt just right.
jongseong realized it to, noticed the shift in your being, the relaxation and trust you put into him. he was more than happy that he was bringing you peace in such an intimate experience.
"need a little help here, baby doll." he called out after much of an amusing struggle with his tie, though it wasn't because he couldn't do it himself, it was just because he was distracted by your honey brown eyes boring into him. he had a hard time staying focused when you stared.
you smiled, gesturing for him to come closer with your finger, to which he eagerly followed, finding himself between your legs once again. your hands were quick to get to work, not feeling patient enough since he had edge you and himself for a little longer than necessary. and he wasn't at all complaining, he was right there with you, helping pull off his dress shirt once it was unbuttoned, so you could move on to pulling his belt open.
he was trembling with each piece of clothing that came off his body, getting a little too worked up from your touch. he was way more pent up than he'd realized. no matter how much he had claimed being deprived of sex wasn't that big of a deal, his body would always disagree.
"oh..." your reaction made the blonde panic a bit, mind scurrying to find a reason for it until his gaze followed yours. then he was smiling, taking in your expression with a proud feeling stirring in his chest. he was being cocky, but he was certainly glad to have impressed his wife.
of course you had known that he was well endowed, having seen a fair number of prints and encountered many instances of accidently brushes of your hand, to know that he was packing quite a bit, but you were expecting him to be so thick, nor did you ever believe that a cock could be so.... pretty. from the pink hue of the pink tip, that was leaking from how turned on he was, to the way it curved ever so slightly, you loved it.
"like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked as he leaned down to peck at your lips, a deep groan leaving him when you hummed and wrapped your hand around him without much warning. at this point he felt like he was the virgin with the way you made him feel like this was the first time for him as well.
"fuck, I'm going cum before I'm even inside of you." he mumbles against your cheek, letting out a shaky exhale as you slowly stroked him like that was exactly what you were trying to accomplish.
"then what are you waiting for? I'm ready." you tell him, and he has to grab your hand to stop you from moving before he actually combust. "you're really trying to give me a heart attack..." he whispers, being your hand up to his mouth and kissing the palm, as he uses his free one to guide his cock to your heat, slowly sliding it between your messy folds.
your moan comes out in time with his, your hands latching onto his biceps as he continued gliding his cock through your slick, only stopping when his tip poked at your entrance. "tell me if I have to stop, okay? I don't want to hurt you." he says sweetly, kissing at your temple and waiting for your soft nod before pushing into you.
he enters with ease, your just wet enough to make him doing so less painful and more of an uncomfortable stretch. so, you don't stop him, and he continues with no worry but still a little caution.
he starts slow, of course, dragging his girth in and out in a steady manner, making you dig your nails into the skin of his muscles from how good it feels, from the feeling of every groove and vein brushing your plush walls. "you okay?" he asks, and you nod, head lolling to the side and lips parted in pleasure. he hums and continues, giving you more and more each time, driving both of you to insanity, especially with the way you pull him in the deeper he goes.
"you feel amazing, doll." he mutters before connecting your mouths, devouring each other in a loving but heated manner, moans getting lost in one another.
once he's sure that you are completely comfortable and feeling nothing but pure bliss, jongseong picks up a more moderate pace, but goes no faster, making your experience passionate rather than rushed and lustful. regardless, you're in heaven, reeling from the way he presses his body warmly against yours, your nails scratching at his back and mouth sucking up the whimper he lets out.
words eventually become unfamiliar to the both of you, the only communication being the sounds you elicit from each other and the filthy sounds of your connection mixed it with it. at this point your souls were melting together, scents infusing, skin confusing itself with the others. you were becoming one, no longer separated by language, or the color of your skin, just existing as energy, sealing your union completely.
your husband pulled away from you, albeit reluctantly, sitting up slightly and lifting your legs up, placing one over his shoulder and holding the other up by your ankle, a position he knew would take you straight over the edge. he was so damn embarrassingly close, but he had to have you right there with him before he let go.
he rutted deeper into you, whimpering against the skin of your calf as he kissed at it. his tongue licked a hot trail up to your gold adorned ankle as he watched you, body trembling as it tingled with the sensation of your incoming orgasm. he whined, his cock twitching in your cunt as it squeezed him, prepared to milk him of every last drop he could pour out.
he tried to hold it together a little longer, but the way you were holding onto him so tight and how loudly you were moaning his name, had him losing his damn breath, along with any self-control he had ever built up prior to meeting you. he came before he could he even process it, and he came hard, panting and letting out pathetically whiny moans like it was the first time, and it was in a way. it was the first time a woman had made him cum so hard and so much, the first time he felt unashamed and free to sound as pathetic as he could. he was truly meant to marry you.
"holy shit, I love you so much." he confessed after you'd came not long after him, his lungs trying to remember how to generate air and body taking it's time coming down from the high cloud your pussy sent him into.
you smiled, as you seem to do a lot around this man, the giddy feeling returning and your heart fluttering as you admired his current state, fucked and a mess, hair tousled, covering his eyes, and chest littered with marks and bites you don't at all remember giving him. he looked perfect like that.
you felt perfect right now, right where your meant to be. you felt like a woman, the sexist one alive, and you had a handsome husband to tell you that every single day of the rest of your life.
"I love you too, hubby." you tell him sweetly and he smiled against your calf, a huge one, teeth and dimples on full display, a boyish giggle leaving him. he was lovesick truly.
gonna give my heart away.
you laid comfortably in his warmth, basked in his embrace, allowed his hands to wander, fingers to trace and memorize without fear. you left all your thoughts and worries at the door, let yourself be mindless, defenseless in his territory.
the honeymoon was over, the wedding a thing of the past, yet you lounge upon him with no care for the wonder of if he would wake up and suddenly love you no longer, for there was a new phase of love among you, one that had no name nor expiration date, it was just one full of peace and light.
you understood your mother now, why she had told those stories and bared her wisdom with you at such a young age. she knew that if you'd waited and saved your vulnerability, that you would have found the one who would stay with you forever even if you gave up your celibacy or not, you would have found true love. and she couldn't have been more correct.
regardless you were happy that you gave it all to someone who never made you feel less than what you are: "one of the most beautiful women in the world."
