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“Pull over.”
Slowly, Taehyung’s eyes move from the greenery of the road in front of him to focus on you. All around you are tall palm trees and coconut trees. You can smell the ocean. Etta James’ beautiful voice filters through the air, as “At Last” blares from the convertible speakers and he sings along. It was the first song you danced to just a few days ago, when you were announced husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung looks so gorgeous sitting across from you. You grin, spotting the marks you left on his throat with your teeth and mouth peeking out from the collar of his blue Hawaiian print shirt. His skin is golden and tan, sun kissed from hiking across the island yesterday. His hair is disheveled, his eyes just a bit tired and there’s some fine stubble on his face. But he’s relaxed, happy. He can’t ever remember being this happy.
He had his first taste of vodka last night, when you agreed to go to the swim up bar at the hotel. It didn’t sit right with him, but he kissed the taste of vodka from your mouth when you told him to hand the drink over. He loves that his wife’s liquid courage is stronger than him.
Afterwards, when you were both just a bit giggly and warm, you found your way back to your hotel room. Bent over a sofa, with Taehyung pressed against your back. His hand around your throat, forcing you to stare into the sitting room’s mirror just in front of your face.
When he asked who you were, who you belonged to- it took everything in him to stay still until you gave him the answer he wanted. His hips didn’t start slamming his cock into you until you stuttered out, whining and breathless - “I’m yours. Tae. I’m your wife.”
Hearing it seems to drive him crazy. Not that you’re complaining. He fell to his knees right after you, your fingers tangling in the long dark locks of his hair as he got his wet mouth on your pussy, intent to make you cum again. Eager to draw every bit of ecstasy from you, even as you were still tender and quivering as your last orgasm had just passed over you.
“Tae-” you had to close your mouth around your fist from screaming too loud.
“One more time, baby,” he had whispered, once he pulled his lips away from sucking your clit to look at you. His gorgeous face and mouth wet with both your arousal. Smirking as he told you, “You’re so sweet. You taste so good. Sweeter than our wedding cake.” Before you could say anything, his fingers were buried inside of you again. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it-”
You don’t know how you both made it back to the bed after that.
Taehyung still smells sweetly of the flowers from the leis people are giving you. It’s customary for the resort to welcome newlyweds. It’s supposed to be good luck. And you ache with something that feels like pride the longer you stare at him. It makes your heart feel warm. He’s yours. Not just on paper, but forever. The band of white gold adorning his finger is there to answer anyone that might question it. He’s yours. He’s always going to be yours.
“What?” he says, feigning surprise, as if it’s not the first thing you’ve said to him since he got on the road. You were craving poke, and as your new husband, he laughed and said it was his unspoken vow to deliver on any cravings you had.
“I said pull over.”
He smirks, one hand on the steering wheel. The hand he has wrapped around your thigh is inching higher. It’s driving you crazy, making you squirm in your seat. You’re so wet for him already, it almost feels uncomfortable. And your dearly devoted husband is acting like he doesn’t know you’re not wearing anything under your sundress. Not like he asked for you not to wear anything under your clothes this whole honeymoon.
Just like him.
You can already see the outline of his dick through his yellow shorts, sans underwear. He’s big. And he’s not even all the way hard yet. Fuck. How did you get so lucky?
“And why do I need to pull over?”
“I need you.” You reach for the hand he has on your thigh and squeeze. His eyes once again move from the road to meet your gaze. It’s heated. Loaded. As if you can feel all the things he wants to do to you at once.
“Eyes on the road,” you smirk.
He thinks about how gorgeous you look with the sun beaming down on you. The mischievous look in your eyes. The flowers you plucked from some leis caught in your hair as he drives. His eyes have to fight to regain focus on the road. But not before they trail from your cleavage up the length of your throat, and then your face before they leave you.
“You know I’d rather be looking at you.”
You can’t stop yourself from giggling. You’re carrying his last name now and he’s still the biggest flirt. You love him so much, you feel like your heart might burst.
Taehyung gives your thigh a squeeze and your left hand joins his. Both the diamond on your engagement ring and your wedding band catch in the light, sparkling in the Hawaiian sun. Your throat feels heavy when you stare at them. They have claimed you twice to him now. It feels like they’ve always belonged there.
“You could do that better if you stopped being stubborn and listened to your wife and just. Pulled. Over.”
“Baby, why do I need to pull over?” His voice sounds even deeper. God help you. “I need to hear you say it.”
The truth is you can play this game too.
You lean over the console, trapping his hand between your thighs now as you press your lips to his jaw. Teeth nipping his earlobe, pressing your tongue into the indentation of his throat where you know he loves to be kissed. You feel him shiver beneath your mouth.
When your fingers move to cup Taehyung’s dick through his shorts, he hisses. Pressing his head back against the seat. He’s already so hard, heavy and growing in your palm. Just like you’re already soaked for him.
“Shit-” he groans.
“Tae, I need you to pull over so I can get your cock in my mouth.”
“Here?” he asks, as if he would ever deny you anything. “Right now? In broad daylight?”
“Uh huh,” you press kisses down his throat, your fingers skimming under his shirt to feel his tan skin. “I want you right now. I’m aching, baby.”
He laughs, in a way that makes you feel like he’s going to taunt you. Drive you both crazy for just a little while longer. But you know him too well. “We just fucked last night and you’re still so eager. Right now? You want it that bad?”
“Mmmhmm,” you tell him. “Please-”
His stomach clenches at the ache in your voice. “You sound so good when you beg, baby.”
“Do you want to know how bad I need you?”
Maybe getting married made you a little braver because before you know it, you find you’re touching yourself. Your fingers delve under your dress to press your fingers into your pussy, dipping shallowy, so fast you can’t stifle the moan that leaves your mouth.
Taehyung feels his skin prickle when he hears you moan. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter. His eyes tilt to the side to watch you bunch the dress up enough to get your fingers inside of you. It does nothing to cure the ache you feel so sharply, but you know it’s doing the job to get him off the road.
“Baby?”
You press your fingers between his lips so he can taste your wetness on his tongue. Taehyung moans around your fingers as you kiss his face. You can feel the car turning under your feet and you know you’ve won.
Your husband swerves the red convertible to the side of some hill. The loud color isn’t going to help it, but he makes a sharp turn, parking the car behind some trees.
Taehyung’s pulling his seatbelt off with quick hands as you help pull his dick out from his yellow shorts. Precum is already oozing from the tip. You feel your mouth watering just staring at him, you can’t wait.
“Get on your fucking knees,” he’s gritting his teeth when he says it and it’s like music to your ears. He says the dirtiest shit for only you to hear, and he says it with all of the love in the world. “This is what you’ve been after since we left, baby? There you go,” he groans, widening his knees. “Put it in your mouth. Get it all nice and wet, baby.”
You gaze up at him to find his head already tilted back, his eyes closing in relief when you take his hard dick in your mouth. The cut of his jaw looks incredible at this angle. You can’t help moaning too, the feel of him between your lips sates something deep inside you. You’re so gone for this beautiful man that having his dick in your mouth soothes you. Thank god you married him.
“Holy shit,” he hisses. Both of his big hands resting against your skin. One hand smoothing the tendrils of hair away from your face, the other resting against your cheek so he can look at you. He’s holding your face so tightly the imprint of his wedding ring could leave a mark on your cheek. Tae’s always been a sucker for eye contact when he’s inside of you. It’s one check on a long list of the things you love most about him.
“Fuck. So pretty,” he says, when his eyes can move from slits and open to look at you. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby.”
His thumb traces over your bottom lip where you had to open your mouth wide. It's swollen now, pressed against the underside of his dick. Taehyung feels hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. He’s got the prettiest cock. You would go so far as to say you never loved sucking a guy off until you met him, thank god his is the only dick you’ll have until the end of forever now.
Taehyung is patient enough to let you go on like that, making the most obscene noises as you drool over his dick. Talking you through it. Smiling a smug little grin when he hears you gasp, realizing you’ve forgotten to breathe a little with your need to get him off.
“Fuck me,” he groans. When you stare up at him, his eyes have closed to slits. “Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop-”
Your mouth feels full with him inside. Good. You can feel every vein against your tongue. And you know your man is a tiny bit of a masochist because he likes it when you hit him with just a hint of teeth. Just a little. Your tongue darting out to soothe him just as quickly, licking the slit at the end of his dick.
It’s an awkward angle, but you manage to reach one hand under him to squeeze his balls which are aching for some attention. They’re full with so much cum for you.
“Oh baby,” his deep voice stutters when you touch them. “Oh fuck-”
It’s almost hypnotizing to suck Taehyung off. You know what he likes. The twist of your hand around his base, the widest part of him, save for the head of his dick. Your fingers can barely close around his girth. Tender licks of your tongue and the pressure of your mouth sucking on his tip. In a more comfortable position, you could pull out all the stops - playing with his ass, stroking him with one hand, relaxing enough to get him in your throat, so that he chokes in disbelief as you soften your gag reflex to take him in deep enough and all he has to do is just fuck your face.
You must’ve been so lucky in another life, because even the taste of him is so fucking good. Which is great because you feel so powerful when he stares at you after you swallow. You love swallowing for him. It’s almost as good as when you let him cum on your tits too. His fingers sliding through the mess afterwards to bring two fingers between your lips until you’re moaning around his digits. Sucking the taste of him and you both off his fingers.
Your left hand is resting on his abdomen, pressing tight against his skin there, buried in the soft line of hair above his belly button. And when his eyes open to look at you and find your wedding ring pressing against his skin, just the sight of your wedding ring on your finger could be enough to make him cum alone.
“God, I love you. Wanted my dick so bad you couldn’t wait till we got back to the hotel, huh? Needed me in your mouth so bad, that you didn’t care where or who could see you, baby.”
You whimper around him, your lips around his cock, making him shudder beneath you.
“Pull your mouth a little tighter. Just like you know I like, right baby?” You nod against him, humming happily when he slides deeper into your mouth and that earns a gasp from your husband. “You’re so good at this. So good at sucking cock. You’re going to suck my cock forever, baby.” The endearment in his voice, the promise of time, makes you moan around him.
“Shit,” he whimpers, completely weak beneath you. “Fuck baby-” He feels absolutely trapped in your mouth and he would not rather be anywhere else. The heat and wetness feels tight and deliciously warm around his cock.
Your hand is firm around the base of him, his skin is pulsating between your lips and against your fingers. You feel so powerful feeling your effect on him. You want him spurting inside you, you want him to lose control so bad.
Vaguely, you’re aware of his right hand traveling down the back of your dress. It’s a blue Hawaiin print dress, with yellow and white flowers that match his own shirt. He’s sentimental like that.
When you feel Taehyung’s hand delve under the hem of the dress, you moan around his cock. His long fingers squeeze your bare ass before delving between your ass cheeks to press two fingers deep into your pussy. You’re so wet for him already that the slide is so, so easy.
“Oh baby,” he moans, so loudly that you don’t know if it’s because of how good you’re sucking him off or because of how much he loves finding out how wet you are. “You’re so fucking wet. You wanna cum for me with my cock in your mouth? With my fingers inside of you, angel? Does sucking your husband’s dick make you this wet, baby?”
You want to gasp, but your mouth is so full of his cock. Your cunt so full of his long fingers. You feel like you could cum without him even touching your clit right now. It feels so fucking good.
You pull off him long enough to answer his question.
“Yes,” you gasp. “Tae, cum in my mouth-“
When you move, a string of saliva and his precum leaves a trail, connecting the distance between your lips and his cock. Taehyung is quick to close the bridge between you to crush your lips together. Cleaning up the mess on your chin. Groaning when he can taste himself on your tongue. Kissing you deeper. His fingers never stop sliding in and out of you. You gasp as he keeps his fingers moving, your walls working to get accustomed to him. Your pussy dripping all over his hand.
“Fuck. Tae, I don’t know why we even leave the damn hotel-”
He laughs, low in his throat. He loves how scratchy your voice sounds because you’ve been sucking on him. You’re so fucking endearing and he loves you so much. He hopes you always feel this way about each other.
“Because we need food, baby. We need to eat. Sustenance-”
“What I need,” you gasp, when he hits your favorite spot. If he concentrates hard enough, he can hear the sound of how wet you are over his own laughter. His fingers come out wetter each time and if he could look down at his fingers now, he knows they would be shiny with you.
He kisses you again when your eyes roll back.
“What I need is for you to fuck me,” you tell him this with your hand still stroking his dick.
You ache from your position. You should be embarrassed, spread out across the rental car, on his lap, balancing on your hands and knees. Your breasts feel heavy at this angle, and so does the ache between your thighs.
Good thing he knows you so well. It feels like every inch of Taehyung’s skin tingles with the need to be with you. Near you. Inside you. Yesterday, while you were on your hike, you found a waterfall. And he insisted on pressing you against the wall beside it and ate you out on his hands and knees, like a man starved. Your ass scraping against the side of the mountain as he shoved his head between your legs, and pushed your bikini bottoms to the side, in a hurry just to get his tongue in your pussy.
“Come up here,” Tae groans as he lifts you up. You feel yourself whine as you let go of his dick and your mouth slips off him. You’re disappointed that he didn’t get to cum in your mouth, but your husband has other plans.
Something thrills you as he manhandles you so easily. His hands cupping the back of your ass and pulling you up, his hard dick falling between you. Your hands scramble to grab his shoulders and the back of his neck as he gets you in position.
One hand is gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Marks that will match the rest of the bites and hand prints he left all over you last night. Your ass still burns from where he was spanking it-
You feel like you can’t breathe as he lines himself up with your pussy. Dimly, you realize you’re begging him-
“Please Tae. Please, please-” you whisper against his lips, almost like a prayer. There’s an excitement to what you have together. Knowing he can balance you on an edge like this and make you feel crazy and insatiable, while knowing he’ll always give you what you want. He can stare into your eyes and make love to you, so slowly that you feel delirious when you finally cum. Or he can bend you over onto your hands and knees and use you, edge you for hours until your tear stained face is pressed into the sheets. Whatever you want, whatever you need. He will give it to you. This sweet, sweet man.
“Don’t tease”- you frown, when he strokes the head of his dick against your folds.
He laughs, smiling into your neck. You smell so good. “I won’t, baby. I need you too. I need - my wife. My wife-” He says it with equal parts disbelief and excitement. He grabs your face to kiss you deep, and when you open your eyes you see him staring intently at your face. “You’re my wife.” As if he’s saying it for the first time.
Happiness settles in your chest as you rest back on your husband’s thighs just a bit as he slides home inside of you. Where he belongs.
“I am. I'm your wife. Oh-” you gasp. “Fuck.”
He’s so big, and wide. It never fails to catch you off guard, even after so much time together. Your fingers could never reach the spots he fills. It feels so right when he is inside you like this. You can’t believe you get to have this for the rest of your life.
“Fuck baby,” he says against your lips.
Just like everything else in life, he’s right there with you every inch of the way. Always. Breath mingling with yours as he gasps too. Inhaling sharply as you slide down the length of his cock. You kiss him hard, holding onto him for dear life as he slides home. Deeper and deeper. He’s so big, it feels endless. Just when you think he’s going to bottom out, you slide down his cock just a bit more. When finally he’s balls deep inside of you, his hands grip your ass to shove you down all the way.
Your fingers move from gripping the headrest behind his head to fist in his hair.
“I love you,” he tells you, as you pull hard on the strands.
You watch him move with precision beneath you. His eyes open to find you, his fingers wrapping around your torso to grip you hard, as if you might disappear if he loosens his grip. You’re endeared by how he’s always clinging to you.
“I love you,” he grunts into your neck. “Fuck- so good-”
His hand is shoving into the top of your dress so he can suck one of your nipples into your mouth. It’s so fucking hot. The way he uses his mouth to cover your nipple in his spit, the way his teeth bite into your skin. Branding you. You’re his. You’re his for as long as you both shall live. He promised you this for every day of your life.
You could get misty eyed just thinking about how handsome, how beautiful he looked waiting to marry you under an arch of pink and white flowers. The way he cried saying his vows. The hushed way he told everyone that you make him want to be a better man. The pressure of his fingers against your waist as you danced your first dance as husband and wife together. The way he hummed along to the soft jazz music, his lips against your ear telling you maybe a hundred, thousand times that night- “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
It’s when Taehyung’s hand - the one with his wedding ring on it- comes to rest on your face, that you snap back to reality. You kiss the inside of his hand where it rests, holding eye contact with him the whole time. And he grunts as you slide one of his fingers between your lips, sucking it off just like you were sucking his dick just a moment ago.
“Fuck Tae,” you moan, bouncing on his dick. He shoves his fingers between your bodies to feel your skin, pressing down on your tummy where you can both feel him. Hard and heavy and pulsating inside of you.
“Feel me? Inside? I love you so much baby,” and you could swear his eyes are glossy when he says it. His deep, gravely voice is heavy with so much emotion.
“I love you too,” you assure him. “I want to make you cum. I want to make my husband cum.”
The smile he gives you is so bright and soft and glorious, before he drops his face into your neck.
“I’m close,” he groans.
His forehead pressed against your throat. Teeth and lips marking up the column of your skin. He kisses your throat, where his lips can feel your heartbeat pulsing beneath your skin. It’s his favorite sound, his favorite melody in the whole wide world.
“Fuck. Honey. Your pussy. My favorite fucking place-” His eyes roll back when he says this. His face looks almost pained with the effort to hold back from cumming inside of you too soon. He’s so gorgeous and hot, and all yours. “God. You’re so tight, baby. I’ve fucked you so many times, but you’re still- I’m gonna cum so hard-”
His hands shift you back and forth on his lap. His feet pressing deep into the floor of the car so he can thrust up inside of you, just as he bounces you on his dick. “I love you so much-”
“Do it,” you tell him. “I want it. Cum all over me, Tae.”
“You first, my love,” he bites your neck. Grinning wickedly at you as his hand delves under your dress. The material is already embarrassingly pushed up to a bunch around your stomach and also shoved down so that your breasts are exposed. Quickly, with his knowing fingers, he finds your clit and rubs circles into it. You’re half naked, wrapped around your husband, and you’re not embarrassed that it doesn’t scare you.
When Taehyung presses you back, the arch of your spine has you leaning against the horn on the steering wheel. The loud noise makes you jump forward, your hands scrambling around his neck.
“Tae!”
“Shhh,” he laughs, low and hearty against your throat. “Shh-” Pressing kisses against your face as you giggle, and hold him close.
He laughs with his face pressed between your breasts, pressing kisses against your heart until you feel like you’re melting in his arms. His hot mouth is wrapped around one of your nipples. His quick fingers pinching the other nipple until he gets it to pebble between his lips too.
“It’s okay,” his voice is muffled because he has his mouth wrapped around one of your tits. Your nipples are wet from his mouth when he lets them go. He leans back to rest against the seat of the car, bringing you with him. His fingers return to stroking your clit. “I’ve got you baby-”
“Tae-” he can read your body so well. You stiffen, but his hips keep moving even as he feels you begin to tremble in the cage of his arms. Holding you down tight and shoving himself deep inside of you. Your thighs pressed tight around his waist as you start to cum on his cock. “I’m cumming-”
He squeezes you tight, thrusts harder - he’s buried as deep as he can go. He doesn’t even need a warning, he knows your body so well.
“Fuck,” he grunts, feeling your walls milking him for all he’s worth. His hand grabs the side of your neck, forcing your foreheads together so he can stare into your eyes as he paints your insides white. “Fuck.”
It’s not the first time he’s cum inside you. Hell, it’s not even the first time he has on this trip alone. But it’s the promise of your lives together, the vows you took before arriving here - the way the future stretches out like a new and beautiful thing in front of you. All of it makes him shiver. From the top of his head all the way down to his toes. He trembles with the force of his orgasm. He gets to be inside of you as your husband now. He gets to cum inside you as your husband. He’s yours, just as much as you are his. Forever. He can’t believe it.
“Fuck,” you say when your brain feels like it can finally string a word together.
Taehyung’s skin feels like it’s pink all over, as he catches the breathlessness in your voice. You have goosebumps. You sigh softly as he kisses the ones all over your shoulders. He did good. It’s always so fucking good.
“I’m so glad we get to do this forever.” He laughs, but his words are tinged with a sincerity and seriousness that makes your chest feel tight and your eyes feel like they could water. Taehyung is always so sweet in the afterglow. You slot your lips up together for a gentle kiss.
“Me too,” you whisper into his neck. “For as long as we both shall live.” You whisper the same vows you recited to him in front of all of your family and friends.
You feel Taehyung kiss your forehead, his hands trailing down to rub your shoulders. He pulls your dress in place so you’re at least a little more decent while you’re sprawled against him. You don’t even have to do anything at all. Your eyes close peacefully while you lay slumped against him, trying to catch your breath. If you were in bed, he would be trying to match your breathing together.
“Breathe with me baby,” he says softly, as if reading your mind. His cheek slumped against the top of your head as he cradles you. It’s almost jarring how he can go from complete filth to being the softest man you know. You wouldn’t have him any other way.
Your husband looks beautifully spent when your eyes open to find him. You could stay here forever, wrapped around his lap, his arms tight around you. Your face hiding in the enclave of his neck, where he smells like flowers and sweat and something so distinctly him.
You thank god for newlywed bliss, but you feel content knowing you’ll always jump his bones like this. Even when you’re both old and gray, you can’t imagine ever wanting him less than you do right now.
You squeeze his hands. It’s only then that you realize he’s absentmindedly stroking your wedding ring with his thumb. Like the gesture is something he does unconsciously now. He does this a lot in the morning now, you realize. Especially when you wake up tangled together, his body clinging to yours. His long legs wedged between your knees, his face in your hair and his arm around your shoulders. He always weaves your fingers together, one wedding ring stacked on top of another. There’s a beautiful, shiny gleam that bounces off your rings when they’re reflecting in the sunlight as you welcome another day in together as husband and wife. You’re never going to get used to this. You can’t wait.
“Husband?” You swear he blushes when you say it.
He hums to let you know he’s listening. “Wife?”
His eyes are still closed, his hands still on your hips. You feel sticky and hot between you. And so, so in love.
“Can we get the food to go?”
Taehyung laughs, his eyes opening to find your face. “You don’t want to explore the rest of the island?”
His smile broadens when you shake your head no. “I want to go back to the hotel. I have a husband to ravish.”
“Mmm. I love being ravished,” he laughs. He looks so relaxed. His smile is so bright and warm, it could rival the orange sky and the sun that is setting high above your heads.
You kiss his cheek, your lips lowering to his ear to tug the lobe into your mouth just like he likes.
“Mmm,” he groans.
“Baby,” you tease him seriously. “You haven’t even seen the lingerie I packed yet.”
His eyes look wide and scandalized when they find you next. And this time it’s your turn to laugh.
“Well fuck, Mrs. Kim - why didn’t you say that first?”