Seventeen Imagines (18+)

Newlyweds | S.Coups

Rating: M | WC: ~1.9k

Three days of wedded bliss and of Seungcheol not being able to keep his hands off of you. It seems you can't keep your hands off of him either, even when he's in the middle of ordering room service.

Warnings: porn without plot, blowjob, facesitting, fingering, talk of punishment/spanking, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, aftercare

Reader Notes: has a vagina, called wife, sweetheart, baby, got nails done for wedding

"Hi, yes, this is the Honeymoon Suite. We'd like to ask for a couple things, if possible."

Seungcheol has just finished speaking when he feels the sheet shift over his hips, followed by a familiar hand sliding up his thigh. He can feel the drag of your new wedding ring, the chill of the metal against his skin making his muscles tense before he catches your hand with his own. He arches an eyebrow, silently asking you what exactly you think you're doing.

You just send him back a flirty little smirk, shifting down the bed to kiss a trail from his abs to the skin just above where the sheet covers him. It lays low on his hips and with your sudden attention, he's already starting to get hard. He's been in a near constant state of arousal since he helped you take your wedding dress off and he'd thought you were taking a break after three days of being a menace, but apparently not.

"Mr. Choi? How can we help you?" A voice sounds in his ear and he lets go of your hand, clears his throat, and responds, "We'd like some more towels, and-"

And his mind flashes to the mess you'd made of the bathroom together while you rode him in the bathtub, splashing water and bubbles all over the floor. The rest of the towels had been used to mop it up, barring the ones you dried each other off with after.

You pull the sheet down and take his cock in your hand, making him bite back a gasp as he attempts to force out the rest of his answer.

"And a bottle of red wine; Merlot, if you have it. That's all."

The voice promises to bring it soon just as you lick a stripe up his cock and swallow half of it in one go. He chokes out some type of thanks and slams down the phone, taking three tries to find the receiver.

Seungcheol cups your cheek, pressing his thumb into the hollow to feel himself in your mouth.

"Fuck, sweetheart, gonna have to punish you for that later," He groans, half joking, half planning to get you face down, ass up right after you make him cum with your mouth.

He can tell by the look in your watery eyes that you did this with exactly that outcome in mind, making him bite his lip and give a minute thrust. You moan around him, the vibration so good and the sound so sweet, he moans right back. You take in another inch, covering the rest with your left hand and resting your right on his hip, your freshly manicured nails digging into his skin.

He loves the sting, loves the marks you leave on him, loves how you're looking up at him right now. Your eyes are watering but you start a slow rhythm anyway, moving your head up and down and coming up for air every so often. Your mouth is so warm and wet, and your lips look so pretty stretched by his cock like this, and, fuck, is he already getting close?

He is, and he opens his mouth to warn you but knows you already know, because you know everything about him, because you're his wife. You're his wife now and just thinking about it makes him harder, makes him twitch, makes him cum. He groans the whole way through it, some sounding more like whines, all sounding like attempts at your name.

You whimper, your throat working around him to swallow it all and your teary eyes locked with his. When you pull his cock out of your mouth, he lets his hand slide to your neck, tugging you up and into a searing kiss.