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kumeko · 2 days ago

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A/N: For the Sunrise zine! It’s always interesting looking up traditions in other cultures, especially around marriage. I feel like Eijiro would like to uphold old traditions while Katsuki is very “fuck it, let’s just go to the civil court and get it done with” (how is not as important as the fact that it happens).

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“This is stupid,” Katsuki said bluntly.

If his fiancé heard him, he didn’t show it. Eijiro hummed cheerfully as he sat down at the kitchen table across from Katsuki, their knees bumping and elbows touching. In his hands was a steaming cup of tea (not coffee—Katsuki refused to deal with a hyperactive squirrel) and a protein shake. His recent cooking kick had just died down, leaving their fridge once again empty and unstocked.

The humming grew louder. A pop song. It was far too early for a pop song. At least Eijiro wasn’t outright singing it. Katsuki wasn’t sure if his coffee was strong enough to handle it.

“This is stupid,” Katsuki repeated, louder. When Eijiro still said nothing, he lightly kicked his feet. “Hey!”

Eijiro laughed as he cleared the table, shoving aside crumpled flyers and torn napkins. He didn’t even wince at the foot on his shin, the idiot’s skin so thick that insults and attacks just rolled off him. “It’ll be fun!”

That wasn’t a denial. Katsuki scowled, bumping their knees once more in protest. “It’s pointless and stupid.”

Rolling his eyes, Eijiro shrugged off the complaints and disdain with a practiced ease. Now that the table was clear, he sat back in his seat with a satisfied sigh. “Just humour me, ok? I want to try. Our parents did it.”

Katsuki snorted. “Another reason not to do it.”

If his father had inserted this inane idea in his fiancé’s head…

“It’s not even that much work,” Eijiro added, his smile not dropping a notch. It was something both infuriating and endearing, how positive he could be regardless of the situation. Right now, though, it was just annoying. “We don’t have to go to a shrine or anything!”

“You think that’s the problem?” Katsuki’s frown deepened. Perhaps it had been a mistake to let Eijiro take charge of the wedding. He kept tossing in frivolous old rituals, things that Katsuki could care less about. If they had done it his way, they’d have just run to the court already and signed the papers. They’d already be on their honeymoon by now, in a hotel room with absolutely no interruptions.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to do that now.

Eijiro squinted at Katsuki, as though sensing his thoughts. “It’ll be quick, trust me.”

“That’s not the issue,” Katsuki retorted, rapping his fingers on the table impatiently. “If you wanted quick, you’d have just listened to me.”

“That’s not quick, that’s just doing nothing. Look!” Unmoved, Eijiro pulled out his phone and quickly typed. Turning the screen to Katsuki, he showed a simple calendar. Rokuyo.com. It was tacky and hideous, like it had come from the 90s. Brightly coloured font, black and white grids, and pictures of random weddings lined the sides. “There’s a website that checks what dates are auspicious.”

“It’s a bunch of money-stealing bullshit!” Katsuki snapped, rolling his eyes. His grip tightened on his coffee mug. At the rate things were going, he’d have to buy a new one. Again. “None of it’s—”

“Real, I know, I know.” Eijiro finished his sentence for him. “But I like it.”

Katsuki glared at the TV across the room. He knew he should have stopped Eijiro from watching his horoscope every morning. Letting the small things slide had invited a big trouble.

“Please? It’ll be easy!” Eijiro reached across the table, covering Katsuki’s hand with his. He cocked his head softly and pleaded, “Just do it for me.”

Easy. Nothing had ever been easy when it came to Eijiro. It hadn’t been easy meeting him, falling for him, or even proposing to him. Why did Katsuki think that marriage would be any different? At least it was just rokuyo, instead of a more obscure, hard-to-do, annoying ritual.

“It’s outdated,” Katsuki grumbled. He didn’t move his hand.

Eijiro squeezed gently and smiled. “Kinda. No one really does it. They’re missing out.”

“Missing out on what?” Katsuki ground out. It was a serious question. What was there to miss out on? Rokuyo was just picking an auspicious date for an event. You didn’t even need to go to a temple these days. Look at the lunar calendar, find out if Buddha liked a day or not, and wham. Just why were they letting someone else pick the date for their wedding? Throwing a dart at a calendar would work just as well.

“The fun.” Eijiro grinned like the idiot he was. Whether it was lucky colours or lucky numbers, he ate up all of these mystic bullshit schemes. Even when they went out, Eijiro liked pointing out signs of good fortune.

This was a losing battle from the start. He might as well just accept it. With a huff, Katsuki rested his chin on his hand and gestured for his partner to continue. “Fine. Do it. It had better be the best fucking day.”

“Knew you’d see it my way!” Eijiro bounced forward, pecking Katsuki on the lips before sitting back and reaching under the table. His red hair disappeared for a few minutes as he grappled with an invisible object. “Momo,” he grunted, “said we’d need this.”

That reassured him more than he expected. “Need what?”

“This.” Eijiro inhaled sharply before sitting up quickly, a giant binder in his hands. He dropped it on the table with a loud thud. Sticky notes and colourful tabs stuck out from all ends and the thing looked like it weighed a ton. “Everything we’ve planned is in here.”

Finally, something Katsuki could agree with. If Momo said they needed it, then they needed it. Katsuki couldn't be bothered with the planning and Eijiro couldn’t organize to save his life. Their friend was the only reason Katsuki hadn’t actually dragged Eijiro to an officiant.

There was something impressive about how neat Momo’s writing was. Tiny, yes; cramped, yes; even the margins were filled with notes, but her writing was still neat and legible, despite the fact that Katsuki would need a magnifying lens to read it all. If Eijiro had any problems, he didn’t show it, his finger sliding down calendars and day-to-day itineraries as he skimmed the pages.

“She wrote too much,” Katsuki commented, still leaning on his hand, still watching. He took a sip of his coffee, the caffeine burning a path down his throat and jogging him awake.

“Just a little,” Eijiro admitted, rubbing his neck awkwardly as he gave the binder an affectionate look. “I don’t think we’ll do even half of this.”

Katsuki snorted. “A quarter is pushing it.”

“It’s not that bad!” Near the end now, he stopped flipping pages. “Alright, looks like the last thing we have planned’s in June, so the wedding’s after that.”

Part of Katsuki wanted to ask why they were planning their wedding around side events, but he could tell he wouldn’t like the answer. It was either sappy or crappy and he didn’t want to deal with either.

Eijiro thumbed through his phone. “Alright, when’s the first lucky Taian day…the sixth!” His smile dropped. “A Thursday.”

Katsuki shrugged. “Then we get married on Thursday.”

“We wanted it on the weekend in case someone can’t take the day off.” Eijiro shook his head sadly.

Katsuki tapped his fingers, not getting the problem. “So we don’t invite them.”

“We can’t not invite Momo!” Eijiro’s jaw dropped, his phone almost falling out of his grip in his shock. Well, at least that explained everything—that someone was Momo, everyone else was capable of skipping work except for her. “She’s literally planning everything.”

“Then tell her to start taking vacations!” Katsuki scowled, sitting back and crossing his arms. Their friend was a workaholic. If anything, they should be forcing her to play hooky. Maybe if they’d dragged her away from class once in school, this wouldn’t be an issue now.

“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time she took one—” Eijiro agreed before catching on. He shook his head quickly, making an X with his arms. “But that’s not the point here! No weekdays!”

“Fine.” Katsuki curled his lip. “Then what?”

“How about…” Eijiro checked the binder, scanning the dates. “The next Saturday isn’t good, but the one after is free.” His grin faded as he glanced at his phone. “And that’s Butsumetsu. The worst day to do anything.”

Katsuki idly rubbed his fingers, feeling his sweat build up, a spark building in his fingers. Maybe he should just destroy all calendars.

Eijiro chewed his lip, frowning as he read from his phone. “The day after’s another Taian and a Sunday and—” He pouted and flopped over onto the table. “But Deku can’t make it.”

That made things easy. Katsuki snorted. “We don’t need him.”

“Yes, we do,” Eijiro stared at him incredulously, “he’s your best man!”

“We’ll do a traditional wedding,” Katsuki countered immediately.

He flicked a pen at Katsuki. “We still can’t leave him out!” Flicking through the phone once more, Eijiro perked up. “The twenty-ninth’s good, and it’s a Saturday.” He sat up, double checking the binder. His eyes widened and he stared at Katsuki excitedly. “Everyone’s free too!”

“Fucking finally,” Katsuki muttered. “Book it.”

“Oh, right! Good idea!” Eijiro hummed as he tapped a number on his phone, another inane pop song that Katsuki unfortunately knew all the lyrics to. “Hey! I wanted to—yeah, it’s Kirishima, we talked before! Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” When Katsuki glared, he smiled sheepishly and cleared his throat. “Actually, calling about booking—I know, we picked a date! July twenty-ninth! It’s a—oh. Really?” His smile dropped. “No, not, it’s cool, just gotta pick another. Yeah. Uh huh. Yep. Call you later!”

Katsuki didn’t even have to ask. “All booked?”

��Yeah.” Eijiro smirked triumphantly. “All because it’s a Taian day. See? Other people do this too!”

He twitched. “And that’s why it’s booked.”

“Well. Yeah.” Eijiro rubbed his neck, an embarrassed flush reaching his ears. “But still—”

“And they rip us off on those days.” Katsuki scowled, remembering his mother’s complaints. “Doesn’t it cost a goddamn arm and a leg more?”

“Well…yeah.” Eijiro slouched, dispirited. He set down his phone and fiddled with his fingers as he contemplated. “I guess…we can just drop the whole thing.”

Shit. Katsuki clicked his tongue. He’d gone too far. He always did, as the rest of his friends were more than happy to remind him, but it was easy to forget with Eijiro sometimes. His fiancé was especially good at bouncing back, deflecting sharp words like they were nothing, and sometimes he seemed almost invincible.

As stupid as he found horoscopes and lucky signs, Eijiro didn’t. Eijiro didn’t and that was all the reason Katsuki needed. Leaning forward, he glanced at the still open calendar. July 15th was free. His lips curled and he slammed the binder shut. “July fifteenth.”

Eijiro blinked. He glanced at the binder, then at Katsuki, and cocked his head. “Huh?”

“The wedding. July fifteenth,” Katsuki bit out, not letting his partner get in a word edgewise. “We’ll have it then.”

Flustered and confused, Eijiro reached for the binder. “Oh, uh, is that—”

“Everyone’s free,” Katsuki said, his hand firmly keeping the fat thing shut. There was no need to check anything else.

Still taken aback, Eijiro picked up his phone. “Oh, then—”

Katsuki reached forward and wrapped his other hand around Eijiro’s, keeping him from unlocking his screen. “It’s a Saturday. Everyone’s free. We’ll do it then.” He glared at the phone. “Who cares if someone else thinks it’s a good day or a bad day?”

Eijiro deflated slightly, his grip on the phone going limp.

Fuck. As usual, his mouth got in the way. Katsuki growled, running a hand raggedly through his hair. He had never been good at words. “You just want the day to be auspicious, right?”

“I guess,” Eijiro agreed hesitantly, not entirely following.

“We met July fifteenth. Nothing more auspicious than that.” Katsuki snorted derisively, his eyes meeting Eijiro’s. “It’s our day, we say if it’s a fucking good one.”

They stared at each other, his words hanging in the silence. Eijiro didn’t reach for the binder, didn’t reach for his phone, just sat there and stared. Then, maddeningly slowly, he nodded, his smile returning. His eyes crinkled as he reached up and cupped Katsuki’s cheek. “It’s our day, isn’t it? Ours.”

“You good now?” Katsuki asked, leaning into his touch. The table dug into his hips as he tilted closer.

“Yeah.” Eijiro wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck before kissing him. “More than good.”

Another kiss, deeper this time. He should have bought a smaller table, there was no way he could get closer without getting around it. At least the table was cleared, they wouldn’t even have to go to the couch or the bedroom.

Before he could move, Eijiro broke the kiss. Panting, he pressed his forehead to Katsuki’s. He smiled slyly. “You remember the day we met?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki growled.

“Or what?” Eijiro teased.

Katsuki didn’t even bother going around the table before lunging. He already knew the best way to shut that damn mouth.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #fanfic #it's always interesting looking up other traditions #the world is such a big and interesting place #poor katsuki is the very practical guy with extremely impractical and romantic friends #they will pick many many events #he just wants it done and jumping to the honeymoon

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chlorinecake · 4 months ago

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A SUCKER FOR THE TASTE ✦— 𝐋.𝐇𝐒

▹ PAIRING — experienced husband heeseung x virgin f. reader

▹ GENRE — smut, fluff, newlyweds au

▹ SYNOPSIS — As teens, you were the uncanny duo that fell in love at first sight. Some odd years later, and you’re now a newlywed couple, spending your first night together in a fit of nerves as you navigate sex and other new feelings…

▹ WARNINGS — KINKTOBER SPECIAL, basically just pussy drunk!husband!heeseung making you squirt for hours on the night of your honeymoon, marriage themes (duh), mentions of food, dom and sub dynamics, kissing with tongue, overstimulation kink (reader cums multiple times), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, petnames (baby, angel, pretty, sweetie), that’s all

▹ WORD COUNT: 3.3k — DAY 1

YOU AND HEESEUNG were like Romeo and Juliet; two people from totally different walks of life, and honestly, no one ever would’ve guessed you two’d end up falling for each other.

Sometimes, it’s hard to tell any time had passed between the first moment you met Heeseung with a hickey on his neck in the lunch hall to now as you sit before him on a king sized bed, ring fingers clad with beautiful bands to match as you stared into each others eyes, speaking a love song of unspoken words.

“You’re fine with waiting til marriage?” You remember asking him a few weeks after you first started dating as teens, “you won’t think I’m a prude for wanting to keep things traditional?…”

“Of course not, sweetie,” you remember him answering while cupping your face in his hands, “a girl like you is worth the wait—” He whispered in between kissing your lips, “—and so much more…”

Since that moment, you and Heeseung have stuck to your guns, not even so much as showering together to keep your purity intact until the right moment…

… That fateful day when you’d say “I do” and he the same, right before venturing off into the sunset on angel’s wings to explore another country together.

Another life, might I add, as a married couple on your extravagant honeymoon…

Everything was so magical in your head, too… but regardless of that, Heeseung was too big of a fucking dork to let himself be romantic for once.

Just an hour ago, he had told the hotel receptionist “you too” after she congratulated you both on getting married—

“Grrrrrrrrr,” he pouted, scrunching his nose at you.

“Did you just… growl at me!?”

“Yes, and I’ll do it again if you keep resisting,” Heeseung threatened playfully, pointing an accusing finger at your frame now.

Sighing, you raised your hands beside your head as a sign of compliance, parting your lips slightly as you held your head back for him.

“Alright, don't move this time, alright? We can do this!” He ordered more passionately this time, cradling a single grape between his fingers before angling his wrist backwards and launching it towards your mouth.

“Oh my gosh, I finally caught it!” You shouted with excitement, words coming out a bit slurred as you bit down into the sweet fruit, “Tastes like victory,” you continued, making Heeseung grace you with his thundering ovation.

“Brava!” He began to cheer, but the rest of his sentence was interrupted by his own burp, which only elicited a fit of embarrassed giggles from the both of you…

Two empty glasses of wine sat on the hotel nightstand beside the bed you were currently sat on, and if it wasn't obvious enough, y'all were already starting to experience the giddy effects of the alcohol dancing in your systems.

“So,” you smiled, a laugh still present in your throat as you fed him a white grape from the bowl between you two, “we're the couple that eats pie in place of dinner now?”

“Sure... but not just any pie,” Heeseung corrected, leaning closer to your ear as he whispered, “blueeeberry pieeee.”

You're not sure if it was the wine or the honeymoon high, but you can't help yourself from laughing out loud at Heeseung's behavior in this moment—

“You’re a legend for always vibing with my horrible sense of humor, y’know that?” Your husband remarked while tilting his head at you endearingly.

“Your humor is definitely one-of-a-kind, but I wouldn't want you to change a thing about it,” you returned tenderly, right before feeding him a fork-full of blueberry pie from the dish between you two, feeling your heart swell as he smiled into the bite.

The kind of smile you’d have a hard time getting out of your mind later—

“Thanks, babe,” he said, a bit of dark blue jam resting in the corner of his mouth now as his eyes sparkled with what you could bet was pure flattery.

You always liked it whenever you managed to get Heeseung all flustered before you, considering how he was usually the one to make you a blushing mess with only his words.

“You've uh...” you stammer slightly, “you've got a little something on your lip there...”

“Really?”

“Yea, just... let me get it for you real quick,” you continue, licking the pad of your thumb before leaning forward to dab at the jam on his mouth.

That's when you noticed his lips curving into a subtle smirk as he whispered in a low voice, “You got it, baby?”

“Y-yea,” you stuttered again, feeling your face heat up at his words, and if you didn't look so hot to him right now, he would've pinched your cheeks—

“Whoops,” Heeseung gasped facetiously, pouting at the streak of blueberry jam he very intentionally just smeared on your lower lip, “must be the wine making me so clumsy today...”

Your eye almost twitched at the sight of him licking his finger clean, a rush of nerves swarming in your stomach now

“I-it's okay, Heeseung,” you said while lifting your thumb to your mouth, “I've got it...”

“No you don't,” he chuckled at your shy demeanor, right before closing the space between you two, taking your face in his hand and kissing you.

And yes, you saw this coming, but it took you a few seconds to fully close your eyes, letting them flutter shut as you both sighed at the taste of each other, almost as if the contact relaxed you…

The kiss was slow at first, with you and him simply breathing against each other’s mouths as his velvety lips moved against yours.

But that pace didn't last long once Heeseung broke from the kiss to move the bowl of grapes and pie out of the way, a few of the glossy green ovals hitting the ground with light thuds as his right hand found the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.

The kiss grew more intense from there as both your heads were tilting into each other, wet smacks filling the room now as his tongue prodded against yours with every passing second.

“God, you taste so sweet,” Heeseung groaned, desperately clinging to your waist which only made you moan in response.

You and Heeseung had made out countless times in the past, but you could tell something was different this time... you never felt this worked up with him before, and you knew it wasn’t just gonna end with a kiss—

“Can’t wait to taste other parts of you, too, baby…” he hummed, kissing along your neck while pinning your delicate wrists above your head.

And that’s when you felt it…

The twitch between your legs and the heat rushing throughout your entire body…

You were wearing a plaid pajama skirt and white top that matched Heeseung’s plaid sweatpants and long sleeved shirt, as you simply expected to only eat some dessert, discuss the rest of your honeymoon plans, and head straight to sleep right after.

Now though, you knew you wouldn't be able to get much rest with your emotions like this… at least not comfortably, that is…

You’re between his lap at first until he guides you onto your back, kissing down your neck, between your breasts, and down your stomach as he lifts your top, stopping at the waist band of your skirt given the way your body tensed up suddenly.

“Is everything alright?” He asked softly, glancing back up at you with a swollen look to his pouty lips, given all the kissing they had just done.

You knew what was happening right now..

Heeseung was doing exactly what you had asked him to do, and as much as your body craved it, your mind kept fighting it for some reason…

FLASHBACK —

“Just… don’t make it too… formal, okay?”

“Formal?” Heeseung repeated with a slight chuckle as you sat beside each other on the plane that morning.

“Well, yea… I just don’t want to make a big deal out of it—”

“But it is a big deal, baby,” he cut you off by placing his hand over yours. “We’ve been waiting a long time for this, y’know?… Not just to have sex but—” he leaned closer to you as he whispered this in your ear, “—to make each other feel good… in all kinds of ways…”

His breath tickled your ear in that moment… similarly to how his lips were tickling you now as you laid before him on the mattress, his head hovering over the space between your thighs.

“We don’t have to go any further until you’re ready, love—”

“I’m ready, Heeseung,” you said while nodding, but he waited to continue, knowing in his heart that there was still something you needed to get off your chest.

He backed away, pulling your shirt back over your stomach and sitting on the bed normally now.

“Heeseung,” you said again, drawing his sparkly doe eyes back to you.

“I’m listening, love,” is all he replied with, offering you a warm smile, “what’s on your mind?”

What’s in the way? You internally asked yourself right after, knowing deep down that you had no reason to feel so nervous with him right now…

Heeseung had never alienated you because of your inexperience with sex before, and was always very understanding of your moral and sexual boundaries.

But now, things were different; you were a married couple, and one of the many perks of that was being able to explore each others body in a comfortable way…

Turns out though, it was all just your own insecurities clouding your judgment, and you hated that you couldn’t shake the nerves bubbling in your stomach…

“It’s just that,” you started nervously, fidgeting with your manicured nails, “I… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Yeah, I know,” your husband nodded sarcastically, trying his best to resist the urge to kiss you again—

“And…well, you have a lot more experience than me with this kind of thing,” you continued, lowering your head.

“So what?”

“What if I don’t meet your expectations?…”

“Expectations? What do you mean, ____?”

“Well, you’ve been with a lot of other girls and what if I’m not as good as them? What if you don’t like sex with me?…”

Heeseung’s heart would’ve otherwise dropped at your words, but instead, he smiled softly, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head towards him. “You’re nothing like those girls I was with in the past, ____, and that’s my favorite part about you,”

You looked into his eyes as he continued, “I’ll be happy with whatever happens tonight. You wanna know why? Because I did it with you, and I love you with my everything, princess…”

“I love you too, Heeseung,” you replied meekly, flashing him a soft smile as he kissed your cheek.

“No expectations tonight, then… okay, baby? I just wanna please you,” he whispered, slowly guiding your body back down against the mattress with a secure hand. “I wanna make you feel so good,” he continued, placing another kiss to the center of your lips.

Heeseung started by letting his plush lips wander all over your body again, lifting your shirt up once more to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your stomach.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured with warm breath against your skin, caressing your inner thighs with his hands until you naturally craned them open, inviting him to your pulsing core.

Your breath hitched once you felt his nose burry between your clothed folds, but your little sounds only excited him even further, and he wasted no time in removing your panties completely now.

“Heeseung,” you whined, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he spat on your cunt, toying with the moisture there using his middle and index finger.

“Just relax for me, angel,” your husband cooed with a soothing tone, and you're not sure if it was the alcohol or the petname he just called you in his bedroom voice, but your head was starting to feel very dizzy.

And if you weren't so horny, you would've felt bashful in front of him like this... half-naked, and trembling when he's hardly even touched you yet.

The coldness of his wedding band against the warm flesh of your thigh sent shivers down your spine, and he wasted no time in inviting his fingers into your sopping hole, one at a time until your walls practically sucked him in.

He then started to leave kitten licks against your sensitive bud, complimenting the pace by pumping his wrist towards your pelvis with his digits still exploring the gummy walls of your cunt.

Admittedly, you had tried fingering yourself in the past, but it never felt as good as the way Heeseung worked wonders inside you right now, but you still needed something...

Something to hold onto… something to grab, and Heeseung could immediately tell once your nails started weakly nipping at the bed sheets, your pussy throbbing more and more—

“Hee,” you moaned, feeling his fingers curl deeper and deeper inside your tight cunt, “need to touch you so bad...”

“Yea? Wanna hold my hand, pretty?”

All you can manage to do is nod desperately, making him chuckle slightly at your neediness.

“If you hold my hands, I need you to promise to keep your legs open for me on your own... can you do that for me, love?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, and with that, Heeseung got to work on licking your slick from his fingers before finding your hands in his.

But your core was already missing the stimulation, making your hips rise up and down as if thin air would provide enough friction to ease your craving.

And that's when he licked his first stripe up the center of your pussy, and you're sure your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sensation.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to escalate from there, either.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked you in like a starved out man. His tongue was applying pressure in all the best ways before sinking into your hole, filling you up just enough to have you arching your back on the bed.

You felt your first orgasm wash over you, but you knew your husband had no intention of stopping so soon.

You were mewling beneath him at the overstimulation, thankful that he at least slowed down the pace of his tongue, even though he was still very earnestly slurping at your juices…

“Could eat this pussy for hours, princess… you’re just too delicious…” he groaned, and you felt the bed shaking from the way he was rutting his crotch against the mattress, furrowing his eyebrows as his kept eating you out.

“Come on baby, let me hear you,” Heeseung practically begged, his tone sounding so hoarse, so drunk as the vibrations from his voice only tantalized you even further, “tell me how good it feels...”

“F-feels s-so fucking good, baby,” you moaned, words coming out in fragments given how cloudy your brain was becoming, and you're pretty sure you had your second or third orgasm shortly after as your hands squeezed his, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His tongue was licking between your folds so well, the textured muscle making your skin tingle all over but in the best way imaginable.

Heeseung didn't plan on any of this to happening, which is why it felt so good in the first place. It was natural, raw, and so so messy…

Your own cum was dripping all over his chin and lips, and he was loving every single second of it.

He was obsessed with it. The way your clit throbbed against his lips, the way you squirted your juices all over his face, the way your thighs squirmed while struggling to stay open, and your angelically desperate cries of pleasure as he drew out orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

He wished he could watch your face contort with need as he fucked you with his face and tongue, but he couldn't look back up at you no matter how hard he tried… He had to keep his face buried between you…

Your strength eventually gave out and your grip released his hands that soon found one of your tits, gripping the mound of flesh in a way that only drew you even further over the edge.

Your hips had even developed a mind of their own, humping against his face like a bunny in heat as he whispered filthy nothings against your cunt, as well as sweet somethings that you'd hear for the next hour or two that Heesueng spent with his pointy nose brushing against your clit.

“You're so fucking wet for me, angel...”

“Love it when you come all over my face.”

“Pull my hair, baby... harder than that...”

“So so beautiful, and just for me.”

“Keep those pretty thighs open just like that, baby…”

“You taste so fucking divine...”

“Please don't tell me to stop... just one more, baby... I know you've got it in you...”

He found just as much enjoyment being between your thighs as you did in having him there, making you cream on his tongue again and again until you finally hiccuped the words, “N-no more, Hee... p-please, I can't t-take anymore...”

But your begging only made Heeseung even greedier, letting his fingers find your clit where he applied enough pressure and stimulation to break that last orgasm out of you, leaving you a shaking mess as he kissed you down, harder than a bullet in his own pants from getting to see you like this so many times and for so long in just one evening.

A series of shaky whimpers filled the room now as your husband crawled back over you, kissing you with his swollen lips while caressing the side of your fucked-out face. “You did so good for me, baby... especially on your first night...”

“Th-thank you,” you said with a weak chuckle, still feeling your orgasms fresh in your hips and thighs as he kept soothing you with his touch, your breath shaky in your chest after hours of coming undone with him…

That's when he moved over to lay beside you, and your eyes almost immediately caught sight of the thick bulge resting behind his pants, and you couldn't help but feel a little bad now given how he didn’t get much action the whole time.

“Do you want me to...” you started timidly, moving your hand to touch him up til he stopped you.

“Not tonight... we can have fun with that tomorrow,” Heeseung smiled, making you giggle again as he changed his position to make the bulge less noticeable, “for now though, let's focus on getting you cleaned up... sound good?”

“Better than good,” you replied tenderly, kissing him on the cheek before he got up from the bed and headed toward the hotel bathroom where he planned to run you a nice warm bath.

“Wait!” Your husband called out suddenly, just as he caught you trying to get out of the bed on your own.

Running over, a confused look remained on your face as he picked you up from the mattress bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom.

“I didn't forget how to walk, Heeseung,” you giggled, keeping your hands secure at his shoulder as he cradled you into the tub.

“I know,” he laughed, helping you get your top off and over your head as the water ran in the background, “I just didn't want my precious wife accidentally stepping on any of those grapes I dropped earlier...”

It went without saying that Heeseung had always been a loser, but he was your loser, and that fact alone was the bandaid that covered up every preconceived notion of him you ever created in the back of your mind…

You didn’t see him the way other people saw him… as the former man whore, troublemaker, or hopeless goof from high school, ‘destined’ to never change…

You saw him as the adorable nerd who accepted you for the things you saw as flaws… as the guy who still wore character themed PJ’s every once in a while that you now get to call “Hubby,” “lovey,” and “mine…”

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