All my Love | BSK (M)
💍Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Afab!Reader
💍Genres & AUs: Romance, fluff, smut, established relationship au, soulmate au
💍Summary: You and your husband spend your first night as newlyweds together, still as in love with each other as you've been since day one.
💍Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)
💍Warnings: Profanity, fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, cum eating, so much fluff!!! Like they are so in love!!!
💍Words: 3.4k
💍Note: Written for @k-vanity Idols over Flowers event. The bouquet I put together is: roses (romance), fresia (own genre idea), amaranthus (marriage & co), thistle (own au), myrtle (soulmate), band of satin (weddings).
I’ve been in my Seungkwan feels lately and just wanted some fluffy smut 🥺 Thank you @agustdealer for betaing this for me!!! 💖
💍Net Tag: @kflixnet
You had never given much thought to the concept of finding your soulmate or even marriage. Growing up, when all of your friends were finding their soulmates around you, all of them having their tiny heart-shaped birthmarks on their wrists filled in a deep shade of scarlet while your own stayed empty and nothing but an outline, you barely cared much.
When you graduated high school and went to college, even more people in your life were finding the person that the universe told them they’d be spending their life with. You watched and congratulated them and wished them well. You accepted that maybe it would take longer for you to find your person. Even after you graduated college and entered the working world and wedding invitations showed up in your email left and right, you remained unphased.
At least since you were single you only had to be responsible for yourself and didn’t have the extra baggage of another person to worry about. A few partners entered your life here and there, but none of them wanted anything too serious.
You weren’t their soulmate after all since their tattoos stayed an empty heart like yours when you were together.
And that was fine. You were content and as your twenties went on that all remained the same and it was okay - you were okay. You’d nearly forgotten about the concept of soulmates and had long since stopped fantasizing about your own wedding.
And then Boo Seungkwan popped into your life and all of that changed.
You met him through a friend at your new job, everything. Your co-worker Hansol introduced you both at a company party that Seungkwan had been his plus one for, and upon bringing your hand up in a small, shy wave to him, you saw it. The little black heart outline on the inside of your right wrist - the one that had stayed empty for years - slowly began to fill with the brilliant red that signified you had met your soulmate.
Instantly, you understood everything that you’ve heard your entire life. That finding your soulmate is like finding the other half of yourself that’s been missing within you. That the feeling of seeing your soulmate for the first time would resemble an almost out-of-body experience as everything immediately clicked into place.
Seungkwan had also stared at his wrist in awe, slackjawed at the revelation. In no time, he became a constant in your life after that, the two of you instantly knowing that the universe had been oh so right in determining that you were meant for each other. He was the complete opposite of you in so many ways but he was also the most perfect man you had ever met in every possible way.
It took three years to know that Seungkwan is all you want for the rest of forever so when he proposed to you one spring afternoon you didn’t think twice about saying yes.
A year later, on another spring afternoon, you marry your soulmate, and everything for both of you is like a dream come true, feeling the happiest you’ve ever been.
“Wow! They really went all out with this room!”
Seungkwan admires the trail of roses that lead from the hotel room door, across the carpet, and to the bed with the heart made of petals decorating the white linens. The room is bathed in a warm glow, so cozy and inviting with a few electric tealight candles strewn about. It’s all straight out of a romance movie with the champagne chilling near the bed and fruit sitting on the table - a true honeymoon suite.
You can’t help yourself as you skip over to the bed and flop backward onto the middle of it, the light scent of the rose petals invading your nose.
“This is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You admit, spreading your limbs to stretch your body on the king-sized bed.
“Well, I had to make sure I booked us the nicest honeymoon suite. I can’t have my perfect, amazing wife stay in just any old room.” Seungkwan beams at you, your heart leaping in response.
“My husband is so thoughtful and always thinks of me. He truly is my soulmate, huh?”
“Yeah, he is. He’s the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to call himself your soulmate.” Seungkwan saunters over to you, lying on his side next to you. He dips his head so that he speaks against your lips, his breath tickling you.
“I’m the lucky one. Not only is my husband extremely thoughtful but he’s also so insanely good-looking.” You run your hand down his arm, his muscles flexing under your touch from beneath the fabric of his tuxedo jacket.
Seungkwan is always handsome and has been since the day you met, but something about seeing him today: his perfectly tailored suit hugging his body, his megawatt smile permanently etched onto his face, the sheer joy in his demeanor - it was enough to have you falling in love with him all over again.
“Not as good-looking as my lovely, divine, phenomenal, wife is though.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, admiring the way you giggle at his words before finally kissing you, your lips moving together in perfect rhythm.
Kissing Seungkwan is always akin to a cliche romance movie moment no matter how many times you do it. The world around you melts away and everything you think about and feel and know is Seungkwan and Seungkwan only.
His elegant hand cups your face with nothing but tenderness as yours snakes around his waist and under his jacket to pull him close.
Gingerly and with nothing but tenderness, Seungkwan slips his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand eagerly begins its descent. He moves from your cheeks, trailing down your chin, to your neck, then reaching its final destination of your breasts, still nestled in your white dress.
He gives your mounds a few squeezes, eliciting a yelp from you. The reaction Seungkwan gets from you spurs him on, palming you a few more times, relishing in the whines you let out.
Soft, tender lips move away from your mouth, landing on your cheeks and then to your neck, the plunging neckline of your dress giving him easy access. Your husband lavishes your neck in kisses, loving the breathy symphony of sounds that you make for him. He spends extra time on your most sensitive of spots, using his teeth to ensure he leaves marks in his wake.
“Kwannie…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please give me more!”
“What do you want?” he murmurs between nibbles.
“I want you.”
“Oh? You wanna consummate our marriage already?” He’s teasing you now, his lips moving back to your cleavage, licking a stripe back up to your neck.
“Well, you can’t just kiss me like this and not do anything else!”
Seungkwan’s endearing laugh reaches your ears and you smile between squeals.
“I can’t say no to you even if I wanted to, sweetheart.”
His lips move to your cleavage again, leaving open-mouth kisses as his hand eases over your side to the zipper on the back of your dress. He unzips you with gentle hands, helping you lay on your back, and slides the dress off and onto the floor. Before he can get your panties off, you’re making grabby hands for him to help slip his jacket off. Seungkwan lets you undress him piece by piece until you’re both in your underwear, gaping at one another like teenagers during your first time.
His hands are on you again, unhooking your lace bra and shimmying the matching panties down your legs. Seungkwan takes a minute to admire you. Your skin, as smooth and supple as it always is, practically glows before him. Your eyes that he could look into and get lost in every day, shine as you stare up at him, your need for him so blatant.
Seungkwan climbs onto the bed, between your legs to hover over you, and swoops down to smother your bare breasts in kisses, taking a nipple between his lips and suckling. A gasp leaves your lips as he flicks his tongue over the bud, leaving you squirming under him once again.
Teeth graze your nipple as Seungkwan continues, letting out deep hums against your skin. He switches between each breast, biting and sucking even more hickeys onto you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you huff out his name, pushing your chest to his face for more.
The hand that Seungkwan isn’t using to grope you slides down your stomach, slowly inching towards your pussy, and his long, skilled digits trail up and down your sticky folds.
“You’re so wet, my love. Is that all for me?”
“It’s always for you.” And you mean every single word. Seungkwan is all that you need and want and so much more.
Seungkwan eases a finger into you, your overwhelming wetness making it easy.
Your body always has an immediate reaction to your soulmate, going lax in his hold, but you still want so much more. Your thirst for Seungkwan is almost insatiable at times. All it takes is a few dirty words and a deep kiss to have you gushing for him and tonight is no different.
Seungkwan’s finger works you open as his thumb flicks at your swollen clit. A tiny shriek jumps from your throat, hands scrambling to latch onto Seungkwan’s arms, but he pays you no mind. His eyes only stay trained on you, quickening his movements to pull more melodic sounds from you.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” The words are hushed as they leave your husband’s mouth.
“You’ve said that about fifty times today,” you mewl as Seungkwan plunges a second finger into your greedy pussy.
“And I’ll say it another fifty times every single day for the rest of our lives.” He leans down to kiss you, and your eyes flutter shut both at the warmth of his lips and the way that his fingers crook up just the way you crave for them to.
Seungkwan’s wonderful fingers spear in and out of you while he continues to coo words of love and adoration at you. Seungkwan has never been shy in detailing the ways he loves you and the reasons why, but the sweet words he’s using to compliment everything from your laugh and your smile to your admirable selflessness and even the way that you sing to yourself when you think no one’s listening, has tears welling in your eyes.
It’s him singing your praises so genuinely and the pressure of his thumb circling your clit with the right amount of pressure that has you seeing stars as you come undone on his fingers. He works you through it, telling you how stunning you look and how lucky he is that he gets to see you like this for the rest of your lives.
Your husband kisses away the couple of wayward tears that manage to fall and gathers you in his arms, with the delicacy of handling a piece of fine porcelain.
“How are you, my love?” Seungkwan checks, inspecting your half-lidded eyes.
“I’m okay, but I’d be much better if you continued making love to me,” you run your fingers down one of his round cheeks, making sure to gently poke at the beauty mark under his eye that you love so much.
Seungkwan’s soft eyes darken with lust again at your words, his pretty lips quirking up at the corners.
“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.” He accentuates his words with a peck and bites at your lower lip.
When Seungkwan buries his cock into you, his girth stretching your sensitive walls, it feels as though a fuse has been lit inside of you. Your eyes flutter as he begins moving his hips, thrusting into you deep, his pelvis pressing firmly into the back of your thighs. Seungkwan knows everything there is to know about you, like just how hard you like him to fuck you to all the spots on your body that have you squirming.
“Fuck, Seungkwan…yes.”
“My beautiful baby. So pretty and always willing for me.”
“Always.” Even with knitted brows, you give him a loving smile, your soulmate returning the gesture.
You wrap your legs around Seungkwan’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. His soft skin is so hot against yours, flushed in a way that makes him look even more perfect. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him close enough to you that you can bury your face into his neck, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of perspiration.
With every drag of his cock against your spongy walls, your cries of Seungkwan’s name only get louder. He shares your desperation though, as he starts to roll his hips into you faster, and he moans out for you in the same high-pitched tone he uses when he playfully throws a tantrum.
“You feel so good, darling. You feel so fucking good.”
“More, please Kwannie, gimme more!”
“Yeah? My baby wants more?”
“Mmhmm, need it. Need all of you.” Seungkwan stares back at you, eyes full of nothing but hearts and stars for you. He’d given you all of himself from the moment you met and would continue giving you any and every new piece you’d ask for.
Seungkwan dips his head down, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you with a tenderness that’s a stark contrast to the now bruising force of his thrusts, your body bouncing wildly on the mattress. Your loud, almost shrill-sounding squeals that escape between your mouths seem too loud to your ears and you almost worry you’re being too loud in the room. But when Seungkwan’s length pummels your g-spot, the thought is quite literally knocked out of you.
“You’re so perfect,” your soulmate mumbles into your mouth before sitting up straight to look down at you.
You stare back at him in awe. Even with sweat beading on his forehead and nose and his skin as red as the ripest of tomatoes, Boo Seungkwan is still the most stunning man you’ve ever seen. When you voice this to him, he seems to blush even more, smiling at you in the most dazzling of ways.
He takes a moment to adjust, bringing his knees closer to the backs of your thighs and taking hold of your hips. You run your eyes over his arms and the way they bulge as he holds on, then move to his bare chest, wanting so badly to feel him under your fingers.
“Like what you see?” He teases, catching the way you ogle him as he slowly rolls his hips into you.
“Always, baby.” Reaching up, you drag your fingernails over his chest and down his stomach, goosebumps breaking out across his arms.
Seungkwan pulls back, almost all the way out of you before driving his hips forward with a force that makes your eyes screw shut at the pleasure.
“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you,” Seungkwan pants out and you oblige, forcing your lids open.
The sight of your perfect soulmate, knitting his brows, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His chocolate eyes fixed - on you and only you - is enough to cause your heart to swell and your legs to shake almost violently as your orgasm rushes you.
“Seungkwan, I’m so close!” You do your best to roll your hips in sync with Seungkwan’s, your pace faltering as the pressure in your belly builds.
“Cum for me, baby. Let go for me,” his voice is like the finest silk, wrapping you up gently and making you impossibly warmer.
When you cum, it’s with Seungkwan’s name on your tongue as always is the case. Your lips part as you gasp for the air that’s knocked out of your lungs in the most glorious of ways. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open - a tiny bit of you thinks about shying away from Seungkwan’s gaze but he doesn’t let you.
He loves you in every conceivable way and thinks that everything you do is breathtaking, including when you cum. Your skin glistens and glows, your perspiration like the finest of glitters. Your pillow-soft lips part and sing his name which is enough to have Seungkwan falling apart right after you. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s your name this time that bounces off of the hotel room walls as he empties himself inside of your velvety walls.
Seungkwan fills you up, the both of you sharing a long moan at the intense warmth as he pumps you full and digs his nails into the outer parts of your thighs.
He huffs out a breath when he’s empty, slowly pulling out and watching his seed seeping out of your hole and dripping down your ass cheeks. He’s transfixed at the sight, licking his lips.
“Seungkwan? What-!” Your question ends in a choke as he suddenly drops to his stomach and shimmies to move his head between your legs, plunging his tongue as far into your entrance as he can. Your hands shoot down to grip his hair, his thick tongue moving in and out of your messy cunt, slurping up both your juices and his cum.
As he tends to do, Seungkwan eats you out as if you’re his last meal. The man truly never gets tired of being between your legs for as long as you’ll let him. One of his hands reaches up to grab your hand that’s tangled in his once neatly styled hair. He threads his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze him. The act is sweet, but it doesn’t overtake the lewd sounds he’s making as he moans into you, sending vibrations through your body.
It doesn’t take long at all for Seungkwan to have you releasing again, this time on his tongue as you cry out for him, your back bowing off of the bed dramatically.
He cleans you up, much more gentle this time, aware of just how sensitive you are now. Once he’s done, he crawls back up your body to look at you with those eyes again - so full of adoration for you.
Seungkwan kisses you once more, this one much more innocent, even with your scent on his face.
After quite literally stealing the remaining breath out of you, Seungkwan flops onto the bed next to you. His hand finds yours between your bodies and threads your fingers together. He raises your hand, your wedding ring shining bright even in the dim lighting of the room.
“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife,” Seungkwan sighs, bringing the back of your hand down to his lips. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/n.”
“And I love you, my precious boo.”
The two of you lie there for a little longer, time nearly slowing as you admire every part of your husband, him doing the same.
“You know, if I’m remembering what was on the website correctly, I think there’s a giant soaking tub in the bathroom,” he mentions. “We could both use a warm bath after the day we’ve had.”
“Yeah, I think we could too,” you smile. “You think they have bubbles?”
“Not sure, but I think we need to go find out.”
Seungkwan helps you off the bed and holds your hand as you enter the other part of the suite. He lets you sit on the edge of the jacuzzi tub as he runs the water, ensuring it’s warm enough to soothe your sore muscles and adds the strawberry-scented bubbles he found on the countertop as it fills.
He keeps a close eye on the water, finally sparing you another glance once the tub is adequately full of warm bubbles. The smile that he sends your way is one that you’ve seen all night and even more times in the years you’ve been with him but it still doesn’t fail to make your heart race and have you sending him a shy one in return.
You’ve only been married for about ten hours now and it’s been the most magical ten hours of your life. You’re more than ready to be graced with a million more hours of loving and being loved by Boo Seungkwan, the soulmate that you’ve waited all this time for, and he was well worth the wait.
