honeymoon | 오세훈
summary hiding in the bathroom until sehun falls asleep seemed like a foolproof plan to save yourself from your honeymoon night but he is patient, awake, and waiting to show how he can't enough of his wife.
pairing husband!sehun x virgin wife! reader
warning mdni, smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of blood
wc 4k of pure smut
a/n requested! this was kind of late haha i kept procastinating this sorry,i need just one word to describe sehun #daddy
playlist i got love by taeyeon, underwater by red velvet, love beyond by haechan, trampoline by red velvet—irene&seulgi, nobody knows by kiss of life.
heading back to the penthouse your husband had rented for the honeymoon, you sat quietly beside sehun in the car. his hand rested gently over your thigh, while the city lights blurred past the windows. your heart pounded against your ribs, anticipation making you unusually nervous. it was obvious what turn things were going to take when you reach at home.
you glanced at him, sehun noticed your nervous expression and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "you okay?" you nodded, taking a quiet breath. "...yeah" He didn’t look back at you, but his thumb moved on your thigh.
it started slow. a deliberate, dragging friction against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. he rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth, a maddeningly lazy rhythm sending tiny sparks of electricity racing up your spine.
you swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, but you turned your head to face him. you gave him a soft smile, a tentative offering of submission that he accepted with a slight, with a subtle curl of his lips. his eyes remained on the road, but the pressure of his hand increased, just enough to let you know he was acutely aware of the effect he had on you.
the car slowed to a gentle halt as sehun pulled up to the private entrance of the high-rise. he opened your door himself, extending a hand to help you out. you took it, your fingers sliding against his, and he pulled you up with a force that brought you crashing against his chest for a fleeting second before he steadied you, a grin playing on his lips.
he was suspiciously clingy as you walked toward the elevators. usually, he maintained a respectful distance in public, a cool aloofness that he dropped only in private. tonight, that mask was gone. his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you walked.
he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, "you're so gorgeous, y'know that?" you just laughed it off.
of course he was possessive of you before you even got married, but this was different; this was a raw, unfiltered need that didn't care about an audience.
the elevator ride was a blur of mirrored walls and rising numbers. he crowded you against the back panel, his hands roaming freely over your hips, "hun, stop it—" his gaze dark and fixed on your mouth. "why?" a chuckle escaped his mouth, "are you shy?" his tone was sardonic.
when the doors finally chimed open, revealing the expanse of the penthouse, he didn't let you walk. he guided you with a firm grip on your waist past the floor-to-ceiling windows and the untouched champagne on ice.
the moment the front door clicked shut, sealing out the rest of the world, his resistant broke. sehun didn't wait for the bedroom, he didn't wait for you to catch your breath. he latched onto you, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising intensity as he guided you backward.
your legs hit the edge of the plush living room couch, and momentum took over. you both fell onto the cushions, the expensive leather creaking under the combined weight of your bodies.
you landed on your back, the breath driven from your lungs in a sharp gasp, but before you could recover, he was there. his body covered yours, heavy and demanding, trapping you against the soft cushioning.
his lips found yours, not gentle, but with the desperate hunger of a man starved. it was a crushing kiss, his mouth slanting over yours, swallowing your sounds as his tongue pushed past your lips.
your tongues tangled, a wet, slick slide that tasted of mint and the lingering sweetness of the wine at dinner. you moaned into his mouth, your hands moving instinctively to his shoulders, pulling him down closer, needing to eliminate every inch of space between you.
your body was trapped between his long legs, one of his knees wedging itself firmly between your thighs, forcing them apart. the position was vulnerable, exposing, and it sent a rush of liquid heat pooling in your core.
your fingers ran through his hair, threading through the soft, dark strands and tugging gently, drawing out a groan from him. he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck in sharp, teasing nips that made you arch your back.
you pressed your palms flat against his chest, halting him before things went further. "uh, let's wash up first…?" the words came out soft, almost seeking permission rather than giving direction. sehun blinked once, then twice, before nodding. "want to shower together?" his voice was low and rough, eyes heavy with lust as they locked onto yours.
your fingers traced his jaw, thumb brushing his skin. "you should go first. it'll be quicker." he exhaled sharply through his nose and stood, the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, unmistakable and rigid. he didn't complain, just gave you a small nod and headed toward the bathroom.
the sight of him walking away with that obvious erection made guilt twist in your stomach. he knew you were a virgin. he'd always respected that boundary, never pushing past what you allowed. you'd promised him everything on your honeymoon night, but right now your nerves were winning.
you sighed and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands clenched into fists. the shower started running. minutes later, sehun stepped out with water still dripping from his hair, a towel slung low around his hips. his lean torso glistened, every line of muscle on display.
heat pooled low in your belly at the sight, but you stood quickly, eyes darting away. "i'll be quick," you mumbled, then hurried into the bathroom before he could respond. the door clicked shut behind you. your breath came fast, heart hammering against your ribs as you stared down at your feet, trying to steady yourself.
your heart hammered against your ribs as you leaned against the bathroom door, breath coming in shallow bursts. the image of sehun standing there in nothing but a towel clung to your mind—water sliding down the ridges of his chest, the way the fabric hung low on his hips, barely hiding what strained beneath. heat pulsed between your legs, but the knot of nerves in your stomach refused to loosen.
you stripped quickly, stepping under the spray. the water was warm, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside you. you wanted him. god, you wanted him so badly it felt like a physical ache—a ghostly reminder of a boundary you refused to cross remained in your mind.
as you washed, your fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, each touch an unintentional provocation that only reminded you of how dangerously close you’d come to giving in on the couch. lost in a haze of longing and guilt, you decided to linger.
you hoped that by the time you finally stepped out, sehun would be fast asleep, sparing you from the tension that threatened to snap. you took your time, slowly rinsing your hair and scrubbing your body, letting the minutes bleed into forty. plenty of time, you told yourself.
when you finally unlocked the door, you nudged it open just a crack, peering out to see if the room was dark and silent. your eyes darted across the space, but he wasn't where he should be. a small frown creased your forehead as you stepped out fully, a single towel wrapped tightly around your body, clinging to your damp skin.
as you turned, you realized sehun was still awake—and he had been waiting for you. he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, hidden from your initial line of sight. your blood ran cold as your eyes met.
"oh?" you muttered, the sound barely a whisper. he stood up slowly, his hair dry and his frame draped in deep silk pajamas that shimmered under the dim lights. "you took your sweet time, didn't you?"
his voice was low, vibrating with an intensity that made your knees weak. you instinctively took a step backward, your grip on the towel tightened. "i was just..."
you looked down, unable to withstand the heat of his gaze, which remained fixated on you with a hunger that told you he knew exactly why you had stayed in that shower for so long.
"if you don't want to do it, you could have just told me." he closed the distance between you in a few slow, deliberate strides. as he leaned in, his breath fanned over your damp skin, sending a violent shiver racing down your spine.
"no, it's not that..." you stammered, your eyes dropping to the floor as you scrambled for an excuse. "i just...i thought you'd be sleeping by now." your voice had grown soft, almost fragile. suddenly, you were hyper-aware of everything; the way the damp towel clung to your body , the scent of your soap, and the intensity of his gaze tracing every inch of you.
"you thought i was asleep?" a dark, knowing grin spread across his lips. "why? are you scared?" you snapped your head up, shaking it frantically. "i know i told you that i'd—"
sehun let out a sharp huff, cutting you off. his hand reached out, fingers sliding into your wet hair and gripping gently, sending fresh chills rushing through your body. the contact was electric, grounding you and unraveling you all at once.
"if you don't want to do it, let's not," he stated clearly. his voice was steady, his eyes holding a look of genuine sincerity that should have made you feel safe but the heat coiling deep in your stomach; the pulsing, desperate ache between your thighs suggested something entirely different. your body was betraying your promise, screaming for the very thing he was offering to forgo.
"no." you mustered every ounce of courage you possessed, looking directly into his eyes. "i want to do it," you whispered, your voice trembling. "but i'm scared." your eyebrows knit together, a flicker of vulnerability crossing your face. "i'm scared... what if you don't enjoy it with me? or what if i feel—"
sehun scoffed sharply, a sound of pure disbelief as if your doubt had personally offended him. "are you kidding me?"
he didn't waste another second. in one swift, decisive motion, he reached out and ripped away the only barrier remaining between you. the towel plummeted to the floor, leaving you completely exposed in the dim light. your hands flew up instinctively to conceal your bare chest, but he was already moving.
he lunged forward, his large, warm hands slamming against your damp, cooling skin. one hand clamped firmly around your waist, hauling you flush against his hard frame, while the other seized your breast, squeezing with a possessive intensity that stole the breath from your lungs.
he crashed his lips against yours. he kissed you like a starved man, his tongue demanding entry with a raw, desperate hunger. there was more need in this kiss than you had felt before—a passionate, overwhelming surge that swept away your fears and replaced them with a blinding, white-hot desire.
sehun hoisted you up in one fluid motion, and you instinctively locked your legs around his waist, clinging to him. your wet core pressed firmly against the luxurious fabric of his pajamas, the moisture quickly seeping through the silk, marking him with your own arousal. your fingers tangled deep into his soft hair, pulling him closer as you kissed him back with a feverish, desperate passion.
his grip on your waist was punishing, his fingers digging into your skin with a bruising intensity that only fueled the fire between you. with a low growl, he carried you the short distance to the bed and threw you back against the mattress. he was gentle enough not to hurt you, but the suddenness of the fall left you breathless and open.
he didn't waste a heartbeat before he was over you, his mouth descending on your neck. he began suckling and nibbling at the tender flesh, his teeth grazing you just enough to make you gasp. he was marking you—claiming you as his wife with a primal territoriality (naega wolf awooo saranghaeyo). vivid pink and purple bruises began to bloom across your neck and jawline, permanent stamps of his possession.
soft, broken whimpers escaped your lips, the sounds echoing in the quiet room. hearing your surrender only swelled his ego; a small, triumphant grin played on his lips as he felt you tremble beneath him.
slowly, he trailed his lips downward, his tongue tracing a wet path over your collarbone until he reached your breasts. he let out a low moan of approval, his mouth closing over one peak. he began biting and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, teasing the sensitive tips until you were arching your back, begging for more.
while his mouth worked tirelessly on one breast, his other hand moved to knead the soft, plush flesh of the other. he squeezed and molded you, his palm hot against your skin, while he inhaled deeply. the scent of your soap mixed with the natural, musky fragrance of your aroused body, an intoxicating blend that drove him toward a breaking point.
he was focused, methodical, and utterly relentless. with a sudden, deliberate flick of his tongue, he grazed his teeth across your nipple, biting just hard enough to send a jolt of electric pleasure shooting straight to your core. you let out a sharp, strangled gasp, your hips bucking instinctively against the mattress.
he didn't stop there. sehun moved with a possessive hunger, ensuring there was no inch of your body left untouched. his hands and lips wandered everywhere—the dip of your waist, the sensitive curve of your inner thighs, the soft skin of your belly—mapping every curve and crevice as if he were memorizing you. every touch was a claim, every kiss a promise that he intended to devour every part of you until you were completely spent.
finally, he descended to the place where you needed him most, the epicenter of your desperation. his palms burned against the cool air of the room as they pressed firmly against your thighs, forcing your legs wide. he paused for a heartbeat, taking in the sight of your core; flushed, swollen, and glistening with the evidence of your arousal.
the sight of your juices leaking, dripping onto the sheets, forced a heavy, ragged sigh from his lungs. he looked completely undone, fully submitting to the hunger you stirred in him. it was as if he had reached a new level of arousal, a fever pitch that made his eyes darken with a predatory intensity.
without another word, he latched onto you. his tongue swirled with expert precision around the bundle of nerves, teasing your clit with rhythmic, swirling motions. your back arched violently off the bed, your chest heaving as you fought for air. your hands flew to his hair, fingers gripping tightly and pulling slightly, desperate to ground yourself in the pleasure.
sehun was a master, pulling broken, high-pitched moans from your throat effortlessly. then, with a sudden shift in intensity, he plunged his tongue deep inside you, forcing you to grip the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. he began to flick his tongue with a relentless, blurring speed, driving you toward the edge.
your vision started to blur, white spots dancing before your eyes as your head grew hazy. He was utterly pussy drunk, consumed by the taste and scent of you, jamming his tongue into you with a desperate, starving energy. he couldn't get enough, he wanted to swallow every drop of you.
"you're so sweet..." he murmured against your skin, his voice low, vibrating rumble that echoed through your entire body, sending a final, violent wave of shivers crashing through you just as the first peak of pleasure began to shatter.
the orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, a violent, crashing explosion of pleasure that ripped through your entire body and left you completely undone. your muscles spasmed, your vision flickering as you plummeted from the peak into a state of raw, shivering vulnerability.
"fuck—please," you moaned, the words barely a whisper, broken and desperate. your feet dug deep into the mattress, toes curling as you tried to anchor yourself while the aftershocks continued to ripple through your core. you were wide open, breathless, and utterly at his mercy.
but sehun wasn't finished. he didn't pull away; instead, he leaned further in, determined to drink every last drop of your release. he continued to lap at you, his tongue sweeping over your hypersensitive skin to ride out the high with you.
as he finally pulled back, his chin was slick and glistening with your juices, a mark of his absolute consumption of you. he looked up at you with a dark, heavy-lidded gaze, his breathing just as ragged as yours. your chest heaved heavily, your heart hammering against your ribs, as you lay there trembling.
sehun hovered over you, his weight supported by his arms as he gazed down at your flushed, ruined state. his eyes were dark with a mixture of triumph and affection. "how was it?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
he was questioning the doubt you'd felt earlier—the fear of inadequacy that had kept you in the shower for forty minutes and he had systematically shattered it.
words refused to leave your mouth; you were completely speechless, your mind a hazy fog of pleasure. your eyes were heavy-lidded, barely able to focus on the man above you. "it felt so good..." you finally muttered, your voice a broken thread of a sound that grazed his ear.
the praise acted like fuel to his ego. a smug, satisfied smile played on his lips, his chest swelling with the knowledge that he had pushed you to the brink. your hands, still trembling, reached out toward the buttons of his silk pajamas, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
he didn't even let you finish the first button. with a sudden, impatient movement, he shrugged the silk off his body, casting it aside in one fluid motion. in the same breath, he freed himself from his slacks, stripping away the last barriers between you. your eyes were fixated on him, wide and hungry, taking in every inch of his hard, lean physique and the evidence of his own towering arousal.
you were so mesmerized that you didn't realize sehun was watching you back, observing the way you looked at him with such raw desire. "look at you," he scoffed with a soft, teasing smile, his voice dripping with amusement at your blatant hunger.
blushing furiously, you quickly looked away, unable to maintain eye contact under his intense scrutiny. you began mumbling something incoherent, your face heating up as you tried to hide your embarrassment.
while you were distracted by your own shyness, sehun leaned down and lightly grazed the tip of his rigid length against your entrance. the sudden, hot contact made you jolt, a small gasp escaping you. "hey—!"
sehun only chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating in his chest. "look at me, okay?" he commanded softly. you nodded, your eyes meeting his, wide and searching.
"i'll be gentle, but it might hurt a little," he murmured against your ear, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. the heat radiating off his body was overwhelming. as you looked down, the sheer size of him made you brace yourself; you knew you were in for something intense.
he began to enter you inch by inch, devastatingly slow. each fraction of an inch felt like a conquest, the stretch so intense it made you see stars despite everything he had done to prepare you, the previous penetration hadn't been enough to make taking him easy. you clenched around him instinctively, your breath hitching.
"wait—don't move!" you gasped, your voice strained.
he paused, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as he looked at you. "i'm not even halfway in," he whispered, his voice a mix of patience and hunger. "just relax for me... don't tense up, baby."
your mouth dropped open at the realization. he wasn't even fully inside you, yet you already felt completely filled, stretched to your limit. you let out a long, shaky exhale, forcing your muscles to soften and trying to make room for all of him.
sehun didn't stop until there was no more space left between you, finally settling in and burying himself to the hilt. the sensation was overwhelming; you breathed heavily, your lungs struggling to keep up as you felt the delicious, agonizing stretch of him filling every single corner of your core.
for a moment, the pleasure was all-consuming, but as he pushed that final, deep inch home, a sharp surge of pain spiked through you. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as the intensity of the stretch hit its limit.
as the initial shock subsided, your gaze drifted down. there, contrasting against the sheets and the skin of your thighs, you spotted a small amount of blood escaping from where you were joined. The sight sent a jolt of panic through you.
your eyes snapped back to his, wide and clouded with worry, your breath coming in short, shallow hitches. you looked at him with a silent, frightened question, wondering if you had been pushed too far.
sehun followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the crimson staining the sheets. the smug, dominant expression he’d worn moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a look of intense concern. he froze, his entire body locking up as he processed the sight.
"you're doing so great..." he breathed, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mixture of worry and raw adoration.
he didn't pull out immediately knowing that a sudden retreat might only cause more pain but he shifted his weight to alleviate the pressure, his forehead resting against yours.
his breathing was ragged, his heart hammering against your chest in a frantic rhythm as he looked into your worried eyes. he waited for you to settle, his fingers gently weaving through your hair to soothe you.
"do you want me to move?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft, tender tone. you gave a weak, trembling nod, trying to come down from the violent high of overstimulation jolting through your veins.
beneath you, sehun was suffering. his hands were clenched into tight fists, his knuckles white; being buried deep inside you without the ability to move was making him excruciatingly sensitive. every pulse of your warmth was like a drug, and he had to fight every instinct to simply lose control and rush into you. you were so warm, so tight, and you felt absolutely heavenly.
slowly, he began to move. he started with shallow, hesitant thrusts, coaxing soft, needy moans from your lips. a low groan escaped him, his fingers gripping your waist with a bruising intensity. sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down as the friction built.
"oh god, you feel so good—," he whined in your ear, the sound primal and desperate. your hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as the tension reached a breaking point.
he couldn't resist himself anymore. with a sudden, guttural sound, he pulled out almost entirely leaving you to frown at the sudden, cold emptiness—before he rammed his length back inside with a forceful, punishing depth. the impact knocked the air right out of your lungs, leaving you gasping at the new, relentless pace.
you closed your eyes, surrendering to the sheer intensity of the sensation, but sehun stopped abruptly. "look at me," he commanded, his voice hard and authoritative. "If you don't, I'll stop."
you had no choice but to obey. you snapped your eyes open, locking your gaze with his. he wanted to see every flicker of pleasure and pain on your face; he wanted to witness exactly how he was breaking you.
with your eyes fixed on his, sehun took you in with a greedy stare, ruthlessly ramming into you, claiming every inch of your body over and over again.
the air in the room had grown thick and heavy, saturated with the primal scent of musk, sweat, and an overwhelming amount of love. the only sound filling the space was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin hitting skin—a lewd, intimate collision that echoed the frantic beating of your hearts.
sehun’s pace shifted from ruthless to desperate, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat as he drove himself into you with a singular, hungry focus.
you screamed his name, the sound raw, your voice echoing against the walls as the bed creaked and groaned under the violence of his passion. each thrust was deeper than the last, hitting your cervix and sending shocks of electricity shooting up your spine.
sehun let out a low, jagged groan, his muscles corded and straining as he felt your walls begin to spasm. the way you were clenching around him; tight, hot, and desperate made it obvious that you were right on the edge.
then, it happened. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, a violent surge of pleasure that robbed you of your breath and left you sobbing for air. your entire body shuddered, your back arching off the mattress as the peak ripped through you, tears escaped your eyes at the excruciating overstimulation. your juices flooded your core, leaving both his thighs and your stomach damp and glistening.
but sehun didn't stop instead of pulling back, he rode out your orgasm with a frenetic intensity, grinding his hips in faster, chasing his own high. he wanted to feel every single throb of your climax; he wanted to be consumed by you. your legs were shaking uncontrollably, the overstimulation turning your nerves into live wires, but he held you pinned, refusing to let go until he reached his own breaking point.
with a final, guttural groan, sehun buried himself to the hilt one last time. he slammed, pinning you against the bed as he emptied himself deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick surge of his semen filling you.
in your haze of pleasure, you didn't let go instead, you milked him, your internal muscles clenching and pulsing in endless, rhythmic waves that drew every last drop from him. your pussy throbbed violently around his length, refusing to let him go even as the intensity began to level off.
for a long time, neither of you moved. you remained locked together, chests heaving in unison, the only sound the ragged, desperate gasps for air. sehun collapsed against you, his weight a comforting pressure, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both drifted in the afterglow of a session that had pushed you both to the absolute limit.
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