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The ceremony had been an intimate affair only the closest of friends and family being allowed in. But the reception had been a different story, all your friends, families and coworkers had shown up for the bash. Jiyong being the king of kpop drew in its own crowd, even if that meant he’d brought half of Korea to Salem.  After partying for what felt like hours, the two of you had decided it was time to go. 

Naturally, that was how you’d found yourselves wandering around a cemetery at night. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to sneak away from your own reception and head back to your newly wed suite. Until Jiyong had taken a wrong turn. 

“I told you it was a left at the light, not a right.” You groaned, your phone flashlight the only thing lighting up your steps. 

“Why’d you listen to me anyway? I’m not from here.” He side stepped a vase filled with Halloween flowers and you clutched his arm tightly. 

“Neither am I!” You paused, turning to face him. “And besides, you insisted, Mr. Man. Who was I to argue with my husband?” 

For a second, a very small second when Jiyong heard you call him husband, he forgot you were currently lost in a cemetery at night. That was of course, until he found himself falling into a grave. You toppling down on top of him. 

“Are you okay?” His hands were on your face, studding you for any signs of cuts or broken bones. 

“Yeah, your dumb ass broke my fall.” You giggled, moving to stand up. “Are you okay?”

“Eh, I’ve fallen from worse.” He shrugged as he moved to stand next to you. 

You moved to lean back, but quickly remembered where you were and moved to the middle of the grave. Jiyong watched your movements, a smirk on his face as he brushed some dirt off his shirt. 

“Uh, Ji?”  He looked up at you, a raised brow.  “My phone didn’t survive the fall.” 

“And I left mine at the reception.” He sighed, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair.

“So we’re stuck down here?” You weren’t going to panic. Not today. 

“It can’t be that hard to get out of here.” Jiyong jumped, gripping onto the sides of the dirt wall, quickly sliding back down. “Or yeah…we’re stuck down here for now.” He folded his arms with a shrug. 

“So what? We just stay down here all night?” Jiyong smirked, making his way to you. 

“I can think of some fun things to do down here.” His brow raised and you shook your head.

“I’m not fucking you in a grave, Jiyong. There’s bugs.” 

“Oh come on, I’ll keep you safe.” He leaned in, pressing a feather light kiss to your neck. 

“But my dress will get dirty.” You whined, hating how easily you were about to cave. 

“It’s a good thing it’s black, then. Nobody will notice the dirt.” He teased, his lips trailing up to your jaw. 

“Jiyong.” 

“We’ll send it to the cleaners once we’re home.” He promised before his lips captured yours. 

Your eyes slipped closed, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this in a grave. But it was your wedding night after all. It would be irresponsible to not consummate the marriage. Even if that meant doing it in the dirt. 

Jiyong shrugged out of his jacket, pulling away from you briefly to lay it down on the ground as a makeshift blanket. There was only so much he could do to protect you in the elements, but he was going to do his best. He turned back to you, pulling you towards him, his lips back on yours. 

His arms tightened around you as he slowly and carefully lowered you both to the ground, pulling you on top of him. You positioned yourself so that you were straddling his lap, which would be so much easier if you were in different clothing. 

Your hips grinder down on him, the feel of his hardened cock rubbing you through the material of his pants caused you to moan. You were so lost in him you almost forgot where you were, almost. Jiyong’s lips were back on your throat, kissing a trail from your mouth down to your breasts. 

“So ripping the dress would be frowned upon?” Jiyong mumbled, his hands moving to rest on your hips and you nodded. 

“Very frowned upon.” He groaned, his teeth grazing your skin as he moved a hand up to carefully free your breast from your dress.

His mouth capturing your nipple, his hand moving back down to your hip, carefully pulling you closer to him. He moved your panties to the side, sliding his finger through your wet folds and groaned at how wet you already were. 

“Maybe we can rip it a little.” You panted, your hips rolling into his hand.  

“No way, Mrs. Kwon. We’ll find a way to make this work.” Jiyong smirked, his fingers moving inside you quickly.

You moaned, your mouths meeting in a frantic kiss as his fingers curled inside you just right. You made quick work, undoing his fly, your hands cupping his hard cock through the material of his boxers before sliding inside the opening to pump him slowly. Your finger circling the tip before sliding back down.  Jiyong moaned, quickly flipping you guys over and freeing himself from his pants, just enough. 

“Can I take your dress off?” Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be a question, but Jiyong didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable down here. 

You nodded and Jiyong moved his hand, unzipping the back of your dress. He lifted you up ever so slightly, one hand holding you in place as he slid the dress down your body. He placed it down carefully beside you and took a minute to take in the sight of you. 

You were the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen, even while laying in the dirt, your hair a mess. He grinned before leaning over, placing a soft kiss to your lips. Sliding your panties down, he moved to position himself between your thighs, entering you slowly. 

Your legs moved to wrap around him, arching your back to allow him to enter you fully. He stayed like that for a moment, breathing you in as you got used to the feel of him inside you before he moved. His hips thrusting slowly, deeply. Jiyong had nothing but time if you were going to be trapped all night, there was no rush and he planned on taking his time with you tonight. 

You moaned with each thrust, your nails clawing down his back as you urged him to move faster. Jiyong hissed, his lips moving to your collarbone as he picked up his movements. He bit down gently on your skin, his tongue swirling around the fresh bite. 

You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust, your back arching more and more. You moaned, pulling him even closer to you. Jiyong smirked against your skin, your moans were like music to his ears and if he could only hear that noise for the rest of time, he’d be a happy man. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered in your ear. 

He positioned himself for one final deep thrust and you came undone. His name falling from your lips as you relaxed against him. Your hips bucking into his as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure. 

Jiyong came shortly after you, releasing himself inside of you as he buried his head into your neck. You held each other close, Jiyong doing his best to keep your head off the ground as you caught your breath. 

“How would you rate your first time in a grave?” Jiyong teased as he helped you back into your dress. 

“There won’t be a round two.” You rolled your eyes as you moved to stand up. 

“Jiyong?!” Jaeho’s voice rang out before Jiyong could even respond to you. 

“Jaeho?” You yelled back. Jiyong’s eyes wide as he rushed to get his pants zipped up. “We’re down here!” 

A light was seen over head and you sighed in relief when Jaeho came into view. 

“Are you guys ok?” 

“She looks nice and fucked, I’d say they’re better than okay.” Your best friend's face came into view with a smirk and you glared at her. 

“We’re okay, can you get us out of here?” Jaeho nodded. 

“Help is already on the way.” 

Jiyong flung his jacket over his arm and reached a hand out for you once you were safely back above ground. There was silence for a minute as you two came face to face with your entire wedding party before Jiyong cleared his throat. 

“How’d you know where to find us?” 

“The moans gave you away.” Seunghyun shrugged, causing you to blush. 

“Okay, well thanks for bringing everyone to rescue us, Jaeho. But I think I’d like to go to the hotel now.” You hid behind Jiyong, your face beat red. 

“Maybe you’ll learn to not run off next time.” Jaeho stifled a laugh but led you both back to the car. 

Jiyong opened the door for you and slid in next to you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you to him. The rest of your wedding party slid in behind you with Jaeho sitting up front. After dropping everyone back off at the reception hall, he instructed the driver to take you back to the hotel. 

A short walk and a few questionable glances from the staff later, the two of you had finally made it to your destination. Jiyong wasted no time in turning on the shower, stripping out of his clothes and helping you take off yours. He placed them into a special pile, making sure not to get dirt and mud everywhere before he led you into the shower. 

He took his time, lathering up your hair with shampoo, making sure to rinse out every last bit of dirt before moving onto conditioner. While your hair sat you helped him clean his own hair, rinsing until his hair was perfectly white again. 

Lathering up the sponge with soap, he gently moved it down your body, his lips connecting with your neck. The sponge falling to the shower floor as his hand made its way down your body. His finger sliding against your slick folds as he backed you into the wall. His other hand moving to grip the wall, keeping you both steady on your feet

You let out a shaky breath as his finger entered you, a second digit following quickly and he began to pump in and out of you quickly. Your mouth finding his, your tongues tangling together as he quickly worked you to the edge. 

“Ji” you whisper against his lips and he smirks, his fingers moving faster. 

He doesn’t respond, his fingers working faster, his eyes staying on your face as you breathing becomes rigid. His thumb moving to circle your clit. You come undone, his name falling from your lips as you arch against the shower wall. Jiyong was quick with his movements - as quick as he could be in the slippery shower and moved you both so he’s sitting on the ledge, you on top of him. 

He lifts you slightly, positioning himself at your entrance, his hands on your hips as you lower yourself slowly. Your hands rest on the shower door, helping you as you move your hips against him. 

“You’re always so tight for me, Jagiya.” He groaned. 

You move faster, the position allowing him to enter you fully. Your bodies are wet and slippery, and Jiyong’s fingers dig into your hips, keeping you steady against him. He thrusts quick and rough into you. You can feel your orgasm drawing closer, still sensitive from the last one and you lift off him, slamming down. 

You come together, screaming his name in ecstasy as he fills you up with his release. You stay like that, wrapped up in each other's arms until the shower water grew cold. Jiyong stood carefully, his hand on the small of your back as he turns the water off. 

He wraps a towel around you, rubbing your arms to help you dry off faster before wrapping one around his waist. You grin at him as you reach for another towel, using it to towel dry your hair to the best of your abilities, suddenly feeling exhausted. The weight of the day finally catching up to you both. You drop the towel on the ground and look over at your husband. 

“No bugs?” He laughed and leaned in to kiss your lips.

“No bugs.” He promised. 

“Oh thank god.” You sighed, changing into a robe and holding one out for Ji. “Come on Mr. Dragon, match me.” 

Jiyong smirked and took the robe from you, sliding into it with ease. His towel in a pile next to yours. You blinked, questioning your own sanity. Was there anything about this man that you would ever not find sexy about him? You reached for his hand, pulling him out of the bathroom. 

“I’m so exhausted. And hungry.” You sighed as you flopped down on the bed. 

“Hungry? We had an 8 course dinner!” Jiyong’s eyes widened as he made his way to the room service menu.

“No. Our guests had an 8 course dinner. We had cake.” 

“You’re right.” Jiyong chuckled before handing the menu to you. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Dragon.” He placed a kiss on your temple as he moved to sit next to you. 

Your honeymoon night was spent much differently than you’d pictured, surrounded by snacks wrapped up in comfy robes while you marathoned Halloween movies until morning. But neither of you would’ve had it any other way. Well, maybe not falling into an empty grave, but even you had to admit it made for a great story.

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