(A/N: For the anon requesting honeymoon night with wither yoongi or jk! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it!)
I promise to always see you for the person you are, to try to understand you always, and listen when I can't.
No one ever told you how scary getting married was. The act of trusting someone so deeply was terrifying, to devote yourself to them in a way that held you to them for the rest of eternity. It was terrifying.
There's no way you'd even be doing it if it wasn't Yoongi standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at you with so much excitement on your face you practically ran to him.
I promise to support you as much as I promise to protect you. To intertwine my life in yours as seamlessly as my soul is attached to yours.
Yoongi could tell it was getting to you all week leading up to the wedding, the tension in your shoulders, the anxiety over even having to spend one night apart from him. It was him that you wanted, but the entire concept of a marriage was just... scary. His vows were strong, they were true, and they were yours. He soothed any worry that you had, easing the fear and replacing it with the clarity that it would be okay- nothing would change, you would be you and he would be him.
He hadn't stopped touching you since the ceremony, whether it was a weighted hand on your back or holding your hand with a gentle steadiness as you thanked family and friends for coming. He whispered sweet words and convictions in your ear as you danced, staying close beside you through the reception and excusing the two of you early on in the night.
I wish I could promise you the world, but it isn't mine to give. Instead, I'll give you mine and everything that comes with it with the promise to always love you as I do now- which is with an infinite abundance.
You looked at him with careful eyes, watching his reflection in the mirror as he walked up behind you, kissing the top of your shoulder.
"Mrs. Min," He mumbled against your skin with a small smile you returned instantly. His large hands held the waist of your dress and smoothed down the material, gazing at your figure with intense focus. You turned your head towards him slightly, meeting eyes for a fraction of a second before he kissed you.
You felt his hands work and the buttons holding your dress up, sweeping your hair to one side and undoing the small buttons without taking his eyes off of you, "I missed you last night."
"First night we've spent apart in awhile," You agreed, "Let's not do that often."
"I'll have to go on tour eventually, things'll open up again, I'll be traveling more." He pointed out.
"Put me in your pocket and take me with you," You pouted. He laughed and nodded kissing your neck sweetly.
"Yes ma'am," He whispered, punctuating the last word with undoing the last button, pushing the soft material of your dress down your body.
He moved downwards with your dress, its fabric rippling at your feet in a pool of lush material. He kissed down your back, bent over slightly, breath flush against your hip.
"Venus," he noted, referencing a painting you felt flattered to be compared to. You scoffed lightly, which turned into a gasp as he lifted you in his arms with ease, a cheeky smile on his face.
I take thee to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, until my lungs give out. I pledge thee my faith, my trust, and my heart. I love you, I'm yours forever.
Yoongi fucked into you hard, thrusting his hips against yours with an almost bruising intention.
"Make it hurt," You gasped, feeling your pussy constrict around his cock, pulling him in and trying to hold him there. You entire body reacted to your husband, wanting him as near you as possible. Your body burned out the tension you had been holding, forgetting everything else but Yoongi and Yoongi alone.
"Okay, baby," He grunted, fucking you even further into the bed. He pinned you down on your back, hand on your hips and the other one under your knee, holding it up against his body. You could feel your heart beating too fast but calmed down when you looked at his face, a stupidly mushy expression on it.
Yoongi met your gaze and cursed under his breath, collapsing on top of you and kissing you roughly, "I love you- I love you, I love you." He chanted against your skin.
"I- fuck, I'm really glad I'm married to you, I love you," You said urgently, gasping slightly when his hand found your clit and he thrust into you at the right angle, hitting the soft spot in your pussy that sent you unraveling.
Your vision blacked out, pressure building up, blood pulsing in your ears that took your ability to hear from you momentarily. It was overwhelming, the level of emotion in your body as you shoved yourself down onto him the best you could to ride out your orgasm. You panted slightly, coming around him as Yoongi increased his speed, getting sloppier, less targeted before he finished as well with a low moan and a string of curses.
"Holy fuck," He groaned, resting all of his body weight ontop of you for a moment, pressing his face into the crook of your shoulder.
"Give me twenty and we'll go again," He grinned, pinching your side teasingly and laughing when you squeaked in surprise.
"You really weren't kidding about cherishing me until your lungs give out," You joked, still trying to catch your breath as you raked your fingers through his now slightly sweaty hair.
"Definitely not," He laughed, smiling at you, "A promise is a promise- raw dogging my wife is a part of my duty as a husband."ļæ¼
"How romantic," You teased, smiling contently down at him. Marriage was terrifying, yeah- but it was worth it.
(A/N: did I ruin the moment with a smutty ending? maybe but a hoe will do what a hoe will do.)
