Kim Namjoon, Wife Guy

Year Four

Who needed bridesmaids when you had Namjoon's six best friends? You joked sometimes about having seven boyfriends but you were coming to terms with the reality of seven fiances.

You let Taehyung plan all the music, it was easier to hand over that much control, and you knew he'd make sure everyone was happy with plenty of classics. Jin and Yoongi fought constantly over the catering, but made some great choices for your special day. Hoseok took Namjoon out to buy his suit, his exacting eye right next to the tailor, suggesting another millimeter here or there. Jimin asked to help you choose your dress but it didn't really feel like a question, and the two of you managed to compromise on something admittedly ravishing and tasteful. Namjoon asked Jungkook to be his best man, and he helped Joon write his vows. They shared a brain and a heart.

The planning and the run up to the big day and all the excitement of the festivities left you exhausted on your wedding night. You fell into the hotel bed, beautiful dress and swollen feet and face aching from smiling for hours. Namjoon stood over you, taking you in, and you started to see yourself in his eyes. His eyes moved over the curvy outline of your body and his gaze lingered just below your belly.

He took off his jacket, slowly, making sure you were watching. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it back to show you his skin beneath, teasing you. You sat up, eyes fixed on his beautiful hands, thinking of how they would struggle to get you out of this ridiculous contraption of a dress. You giggled and he giggled.

"Husband?"

"Yes, wife?"

"Can you fuck me now and we'll worry about getting this dress off later?" you smiled.

"Jimin will still be up partying with Hobi, we'll text him when we're ready."

He approached and you unzipped his pants while he finished taking off his shirt.

"You are so sexy, Joon, let me touch you everywhere," you started to get up, but he pushed you onto your back.

"No no no, on our wedding night my wife doesn't lift a finger. I'll do all the work, my love."

After those tender words of affection, he grabbed you by your hips, turned you over, pulled your hips up, flipped your dress over your back, and shoved your panties aside with one hand and plunged into you with his fingers.

"Mmmm, you're so wet for me, baby. Do you want me? Tell me what you want."

"Joon, shove your dick in me. Fuck me in my wedding dress, baby."

"That's all I thought about all day," he muttered, "when I could finally feel you wrapped around my dick. Oh, yes, just like that," as you clenched on his fingers.

You pushed back into his hand trying to get him deeper and then started moving back and forth but he pulled out. You whimpered.

He gave you a little spank and you gasped. He cooed, "Jiggly."

"I said I do all the work tonight, wife. Are you listening now?"

"No, I'm not listening yet, you should spank me some more," you teased and wiggled your butt.

Namjoon giggled and spanked you again. You pushed your ass into his hips and felt how hard he was.

"Oops, I forgot to listen again," you whimpered. "Maybe a little harder?"

He paused so you wiggled again. You heard a sharp inhale and a "WHACK" before you felt the impact. It was sharp and hot, spreading across your ass, and shooting alarms all over your body.

Namjoon gently asked, "Was that ok-"

"- Fuck me so hard, oh please fuuuuuuck..." you were suddenly crying and begging.

Namjoon barely pulled down his pants and plunged in.

"Oh fuck you're so tight," he murmured.

"Please, husband, please fuck me hard." You were staying perfectly still, waiting.

"Of course, wife," he chuckled and began to move fast and deep inside you. You whined and whimpered but never moved.

His hands moved all over you, grabbing, pulling, grasping, making you his all over again.

"You're doing such a good job letting me do all the work, baby, I'm so proud of you," he grunted.

"Thank you, husband," you whispered as he hit your spot over and over, hard. He made you so happy. He made you come a few times, too.

You felt him almost ready to come inside you, digging his fingers urgently to get a firm grip on the layers and layers of wedding dress pushed around your hips. You whispered, "Destroy me, Namjoon, ruin me on our wedding night."

He lost all control and fucked you like an animal for just a few minutes until he spilled into and out of you. He kept thrusting a bit until he caught his breath and a little more composure.

He fell next to you and pulled you down on top of him. "I love you, wife."

"I love you, husband." You pecked his lips.

Jimin stopped by a little later, smirking and joking about the state of your dress, your hair, your bed, and went live on the group chat. All your husbands were so pleased for your conjugal bliss.