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Kim Namjoon marries Jeon Jungkook the 6th of September 2019. They both decided to get married in between their birthdays, it felt right . September has always been an important month to them, it holds feeling and it's meaningful, they already share September so it only made sense that they have the day that marks the time they spend the rest of their lives together in September.
The wedding is beautiful, it’s at a fancy hotel and everywhere is decorated in flowers and lush green plants, the room is filled with soft, warm lighting and everything feels bright . Namjoon has never seen so much happiness and love in one place, he’s already cried more times than he’s willing to admit, but when you’re getting married to your forever, surrounded by the people you love more than anything, it’s a little hard to not cry.
It’s later on in the evening, after the speeches (as funny as Taehyung’s speech was, Namjoon is very close to never speaking to him again), the first dance, the congratulations and the food and Namjoon is feeling a little overwhelmed. The day has been perfect, everything him and Jungkook’s pinterest boards could have imagined. Now, the only thing Namjoon wants is to be alone with his husband . They’re married and they’ve hardly had any time together, logically Namjoon knows they’ve got the rest of his life to spend with Jungkook but he kind of wants to run off with Jungkook and have their holy shit we’re married moment together.
Namjoon has snuck off to the balcony, nursing a glass of champagne and taking a moment to breathe in the cool air of the night. He can feel the temperatures start to turn, the mornings are fresher and the night are crisper. He’s always liked the freshness of autumn, the colour and warmth that come from autumn make him feel inspired, excited for the end of the year and coming into a new one.
“My favourite thing about seasons is the smell, I always feel like I can smell when the seasons start changing. Autumn has a much cleaner smell than Summer.” Jungkook. He’s stood at the doors of the balcony, also holding a glass of champagne, with a sheepish grin on his face.
“I thought I might find you here. You look content, I’m sorry for pulling you out your thoughts.” Jungkook explains, sounding a little apologetic.
Namjoon smiles at him. “None of my thoughts are more important than you. Unless they’re about you, which even then I’d rather have the real thing.”
“Hyung! That’s so gross. Is this what married life is like now? You and your cheesy lines? I don’t think my heart will be able to handle it, I might die.” Jungkook giggles as he starts walking over to Namjoon.
Namjoon shifts on the bench so Jungkook can sit in his lap. Jungkook wraps his arms around his shoulders and kisses his temple.
“I hope this is what married life will be like. Although I don't like the bit about you dying, maybe don't do that.” Namjoon reaches up and kisses his chin.
“I’ll try really hard not to,” Jungkook takes a sip of champagne and sets his glass down, then takes Namjoon’s out his hands and sets his down on the floor. “What were you thinking about anyway? You looked happy.”
“Funnily enough I was thinking about the change of seasons, so what you said about the smell was weird, like you were reading my thoughts.” Namjoon frowns.
Jungkook smiles and runs his hands through Namjoon’s hair. “Of course I can read your thoughts! We’re soulmates . Soulmates who are also married.” Jungkook says, giddiness tight in his voice. “I also came to find you because I was feeling a little swarmed in there and needed some air.”
“Yeah, it’s fun but it's a lot. I just wanna spend time with you but everyone seems to be getting in the way of that.” Namjoon perks up suddenly with an idea. “Hey, do you wanna break out of here? Our suite is on the top floor, you have the key card right?”
Jungkook opens his mouth wide, like he’s shocked. “Are you suggesting we ditch our own wedding? Hyung is naughty.” Jungkook sounds scandalised, but Namjoon can see right through him.
“I mean, we can stay. I would much rather go upstairs and have very tender and loving wedding sex but if you wanna stay and listen to Yoongi’s drunken spiel on weddings being about consumerism that’s fine by me.” Namjoon responds smugly.
Jungkook jumps up as quickly as Namjoon’s ever seen him move. “Yes I have the key card. Let’s go!” Jungkook reaches out to grab his hand and Namjoon can't stop laughing.
“Yoongi-hyung is full of shit, I know he’s got a ring box in his drawer at home for Kihyun-hyung. It’s all an act, I’ve also seen his wedding inspiration pinterest boards.”
Namjoon is still chuckling when they come back inside to the hall, Jungkook tugs him in close, so he can reach and whisper in his ear.
“How are we gonna get out of here? I keep crying every time someone talks to me so you’re gonna have to come up with an excuse.” Asks Jungkook.
“I think we might get away without anyone seeing us. Everyone seems pretty far gone by now, or they’re dancing. Just walk out and don't draw attention to yourself.”
Jungkook snorts. “That’s gonna be hard considering we’re literally the grooms, but I get it. Play it cool, I can do that.”
“Just come on you idiot.” Namjoon laughs.
“Yeah but you married this idiot so who’s the real idiot.” Jungkook says as they begin their mission to sneak upstairs.
Namjoon can feel his palms start to sweat, thankfully Jungkook doesn't comment. Just tugs him along as subtle as he can manage (which isn’t very subtle at all).
Their mission is going well until a very drunken Jimin and Hyunwoo stop them in their tracks. They both look a little teary eyed, Hyunwoo reaches up and grips tight on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Congratulations you guys, this wedding has been beautiful.” Hyunwoo congratulates, his voice sounds watery. The grip on Namjoon’s shoulder is getting tighter.
Jimin smiles with his whole face. “You two are so cute! Cute husbands.” Jimin pouts, and looks up at Hyunwoo. “When are we gonna get married? I wanna be cute husbands with you.”
Suddenly Hyunwoo turns a deep shade of red and starts stuttering. Namjoon pulls Jungkook across the room before they get involved in that.
“Well that was kinda weird.” Thinks Jungkook out loud.
“Hyunwoo-hyung is planning on proposing to Jimin tonight. He asked my permission as well, he’s cute.” Namjoon explains.
Jungkook lets out a fond aww as Namjoon drags him along the room. They try and scuttle out of there as quickly as they can, and even hide behind a chair for a couple of minutes because drunk Minhyuk is way more affectionate than sober Minhyuk and neither of them want to be trapped in a hug for what would probably be over an hour.
Finally they make it out of the reception hall, and into the main lobby. Namjoon stops for a second to catch his breath whilst Jungkook is patting down his suit looking for the key card. He holds it up with a glint in his eye and a victorious look on his face.
“C’mon husband we’re in the honeymoon suite .” Jungkook says, attempting to sound sultry.
“Oh shut up, there’s no way that’s what the room is called.” Namjoon responds, more fond than annoyed.
Jungkook looks bashful, “yeah it's not called that, it would be so much better if it was though.”
“Just get your cute butt upstairs.” Namjoon reaches across and slaps Jungkook on the ass. Jungkook turns around and winks at him, running off to start skipping up the stairs.
-
Once they get upstairs, out of breath and sweating Namjoon mentally punches himself for not thinking to take the elevator. Legs stiff and sore, they waddle up to their room. Namjoon watches Jungkook tip his head back and take a deep breath before he fishes the key card out his pocket and slides it in. The door to the room swings open and they both step inside.
The room is beautiful, big open spaces with bright windows overlooking a balcony, the night sky shining through. Comfy looking couches and lush looking carpet that Namjoon can't wait to feel on his bare feet. There’s an ensuite bathroom that has a bathtub (Namjoon makes note of Possible Sexy Time Place), shower and large sink unit. The best thing of all is the bed, it's huge and covered in what looks like over a hundred pillows and thick, soft looking comforters. Namjoon is so excited to make use out of this bed.
Namjoon looks away from the bed to find Jungkook bent over, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Namjoon walks towards him and wraps his arms around Jungkook tight, hugging him with as much emotion as he can manage because he finally has him alone, he’s waited all day to have Jungkook to himself and the moment has finally arrived.
Namjoon starts pressing soft kisses against Jungkook’s neck, Jungkook doesn't move much just straightens up and hums in content.
“Hyung, before we carry on you have to know something.” Jungkook begins in a serious voice.
Namjoon frowns and lifts his head up. “What?”
“This is my first time.” Jungkook says with no humour in his tone.
Namjoon bursts out laughing, “Sweetheart, it isn’t your first time. We’ve been having sex for a long time now.”
Jungkook spins them both around so they’re face to face, then pokes Namjoon’s nose. “It is my first time! First time having married sex!”
Namjoon groans. “You’re the worst.”
Jungkook smiles and Namjoon leans in and kisses him, tries to show him how much he loves him, how happy he is they’re husbands. Licks deep into his mouth and kisses soft and intense. Jungkook lets out a whine and dips his head in closer, nose pressing against Namjoon’s.
They don't stop kissing, just enjoying the moment together and being close. The kisses continue for a long time, until Jungkook runs his hands down Namjoon’s arms and takes a hold of them and begins to walk Namjoon backwards to the bed, and gently pushes him back till Namjoon falls back with a soft oomf . Namjoon isn’t even a little annoyed, not when Jungkook immediately climbs into his lap and starts kissing him again, deep and eager.
Namjoon starts relaxing, getting lost in the kiss and reaches up to start undoing Jungkook’s shirt buttons. He gets the first three undone before Jungkook pulls his hands away and sits up.
“So you know how we’re now married. Married and about to have married sex.” Jungkook begins.
“Yes, I’m aware we’re married husband.” Namjoon says, mainly because he enjoys the blush on giddy smile on Jungkook’s face.
“I bought something that’s traditional for weddings.” He reaches into the pocket of his suit pants, and pulls out a small frilly cloth.
Namjoon frowns. “What is that? It looks like my grandma’s hanky.”
“Hyung, no! It’s a garter. You know like they have at weddings.”
“I’m not wearing that.” Namjoon responds.
Jungkook pouts. “Please? I can’t wear it I have chicken legs.”
“Don’t act like you’ve considered wearing it, we both know how you feel about my thighs.”
Jungkook eyebrows turn upwards, the same look he gets when he’s about to start whining. “That’s fair enough. C’mon please? I just wanna pull it off your leg with my teeth.”
Namjoon perks up a little at that. The idea of Jungkook’s mouth on his thighs is always appealing.
“Alright fine. I’ll wear the garter.” Namjoon agrees.
Jungkook smiles really big and immediately starts stripping himself, throwing his suit jacket and shirt on the floor. Then he makes quick work of Namjoon’s clothes until they’re both lying naked, garter in between Jungkook’s fingers.
Jungkook pulls at Namjoon’s legs so they’re dangling off the edge of the bed, and sits in between them. He kisses the soft skin of his inner knee and leans down to lift his foot up so he can slide the garter up his leg, kissing up his leg as he goes until the garter is wrapped around Namjoon’s thigh. It’s a little tight, the skin is pinched around it but even Namjoon has to agree the delicate white frill of the garter looks really good against the tan skin of his thigh.
“God you look hot.” Jungkook groans. “Can I suck you off?”
Namjoon tugs at his hair. “You’re so romantic, please suck my dick husband.”
Jungkook doesn't react to the husband , instead he sucks a dark mark right above where the garter is, Namjoon winces but Jungkook kisses over it, soft and gentle.
Namjoon’s hands are still in Jungkook’s hair when he dips his head down and swallows as much of Namjoon’s cock as he can manage. Namjoon gasps and kicks his hips up in the air, making Jungkook choke, so he pulls off and starts leaving wet kisses up the length of his cock, hot and eager until he reaches the tip, then takes Namjoon back down his throat again with a pleased hum, the vibrations make Namjoon let out a deep moan.
Jungkook pulls off again to catch his breath, leans in and kisses all over Namjoon’s groin and inner thighs, occasionally leaving love bites but it more feels like he’s just trying to feel and taste Namjoon’s skin, like he’s getting carried away with himself and needs Namjoon to pull him back in.
Namjoon pulls at his hair as gently as he can manage. “Baby, please.”
Jungkook obeys and eats up Namjoon’s cock, mouth warm and wet and so overwhelming. His lips are tight around Namjoon, and Jungkook keeps running his hands over his thighs, soft and gentle it almost feels like he’s tickling him. The contrast between the intense heat of Jungkook’s mouth and the gentleness of his hands is making him dizzy.
“I’m gonna come soon, if you wanna fuck please get your fingers in me now.” Namjoon demands with a gasp.
Jungkook pulls off with an obscene pop sound. “Hyung isn’t very romantic. This is our wedding night, we aren’t fucking we’re making love.” Jungkook’s nose is scrunched up, pretending to be annoyed.
Namjoon tried to catch his breath. “Please, husband. Finger me so we can make very sweet and gentle love.”
Jungkook grins, and quickly kisses Namjoon’s lips. “That’s better,” he stands up between Namjoon’s legs and starts walking around the room, looking for lube Namjoon guess. “I can't remember where I put the lube.” Jungkook stops in his tracks scratching at his head.
“Is it in your toiletries back? With your underwear? Inside a sock?” Namjoon suggests, feeling needy.
Jungkook perks up. “I know! It’s inside one of my shoes in my suitcase. I didn’t want it to leak.”
Namjoon feels a sudden rush of affection, “come over here so I can kiss you, silly boy.”
He does a little jog over to him and kisses him, soft and sweet. Then pulls at the garter so it snaps against Namjoon’s thigh. “Let’s make love husband!”
Before Namjoon has a chance to respond Jungkook kisses him again, it’s dirtier this time more intent towards it, Jungkook always kisses him with such eagerness it makes Namjoon’s head spin.
The kisses carry on until Namjoon can feels Jungkook’s wet fingers against his rim, rubbing gentle circles against the opening. It makes Namjoon shiver all over.
At the same time Jungkook breaks apart the kiss and starts sucking on Namjoon’s neck, he slowly pushes a finger inside Namjoon.
It’s a sensation Namjoon still takes a minute to adjust to, it always feels a little uncomfortable, not for long but the intrusion makes him need a breather. Jungkook is always patient, never moves until Namjoon gives the go ahead.
Jungkook is sucking on the soft skin of Namjoon’s earlobe when he gives the play to start moving. Jungkook lets out a little groan and starts moving his finger, slowly in and out of Namjoon, getting deeper with it each time. Namjoon can feel himself becoming more relaxed, opening up for Jungkook.
“Another, please.” Namjoon whispers.
Jungkook nods against his shoulder and presses in a second finger with the first. Namjoon can feel it more. He can feel the deeper twist of arousal in his gut, Jungkook works his fingers in deep, curling upwards searching for the spot that makes Namjoon cry out.
“ God , feels really good.” Namjoon says as he squirms around, trying to ease the tight coil inside him.
Jungkook sighs heavily through his nose and takes that as his que to push in another finger alongside the other ones. Namjoon moans, deep and long. Jungkook fucks his fingers in faster, curling them upwards, hitting his prostate making Namjoon’s hips jump up and causing him to cry out. It’s getting too much, too quick. Namjoon is really going to come if Jungkook carries on.
“I’m really gonna come, please get inside me.” Namjoon almost begs.
Jungkook kisses him again, gentle and loving. “Yeah. I’m excited, my first time gets to be with the man I love the most. How cool is that?”
Namjoon can't help it, snorts an obnoxious laugh. “You’re an idiot. Let’s make love before I go soft.”
Jungkook slowly pulls his fingers out of Namjoon, he whines at the loss but that put to a halt when Jungkook snaps the band of the garter against his thigh again.
“Can I pull this off you now? Or after we have fantastic orgasms?” Jungkook questions.
It takes a second for Namjoon’s brain to start working. “Now. Do it now.” He demands.
Jungkook sits back down on the floor again and starts kissing up Namjoon’s leg until he reaches the garter, then he pinches it between his teeth and slowly starts dragging it down his leg, he keeps his eyes locked with Namjoon’s, he thought this was going to be silly but with Jungkook’s heated gaze on him, he feels like it’s a lot hotter than he thought.
Jungkook’s head dips down out of Namjoon’s view as he finishes tugging off the garter. Namjoon can feel the soft fabric tickling against his leg along with the gentle puffs of breath coming from Jungkook’s nose. After a minute Jungkook’s head pops back up into Namjoon’s view, garter still in between his teeth.
“Okay, that was hotter than I thought. Please, can we make love now husband?” Namjoon pleads.
Jungkook blinks a few times before he answers. “You’re legs are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Namjoon snorts, Jungkook grabs the lube and coats his dick with it, it’s shiny and wet and Namjoon’s mouth waters. He’s going to have sex, sex with his husband . His husband who he married today.
“Hey. I love you a lot.” Namjoon says before Jungkook can push inside him.
“I love you too, husband.” Jungkook says as he kisses him.
As Jungkook kisses him, he slowly pushes his cock inside Namjoon, it’s thick and warm, Namjoon’s insides squeeze tight with the feeling of Jungkook being inside him. His beautiful husband is going to make him come so hard he might cry and Namjoon is very excited.
When Jungkook has fully bottomed out, Namjoon wraps his arms around him and kisses him. Kisses him and puts all his feelings for Jungkook into it, the overwhelming love he has for him, the warmth and the comfort he feels. He tries to put it all into the kiss.
Jungkook pulls his lips away, breath shaky. “Can I move?” He murmurs.
Namjoon nods and Jungkook starts working his hips in tight circles, staying deep inside Namjoon and working his cock so he can reach for his prostate. He finds it quickly, of course. Years of doing this they know each other’s bodies inside and out.
Once Jungkook finds his prostate he starts to move his hips in earnest, pushing in and out of Namjoon in quick, eager motions. Namjoon feels embarrassingly close already. He ached for this all day, the need to be close to his husband to feel him pressed up against him like this.
“I love you. I love you so much, god.” Namjoon says over the sound of crude sound of skin slapping.
Jungkook whines, ducks his head into Namjoon’s neck and starts harshly sucking on the skin there. His movements are deep, fast and intense. Namjoon really isn’t going to last.
“Touch me baby, c’mon make me come.” Namjoon breathes out.
He can feel Jungkook nodding against him, hair tickling his ear. Jungkook shifts so he’s sat up more and reaches down to take ahold of his dick. As he starts stroking he slows his hips down, works his own cock in slower, grinds upwards making tears come into Namjoon’s eyes, Jungkook strokes his cock in time with the slow grind of his hips, it’s too much. The heat of the moment, the love he has for Jungkook, his husband all comes crashing down into this moment and Namjoon seizes up and comes all over his belly and Jungkook’s hand.
“Keep going baby, you deserve to feel good.” Namjoon pants.
“Always feel good with you.” Jungkook gasps as he eagerly fucks into Namjoon, hard and fast chasing his own orgasm. Namjoon feels sensitive, shaky and sore from his own orgasm, but this is about Jungkook now. Namjoon keeps talking, tells Jungkook how good he is, how happy Namjoon is they’re married and how much he loves him. Jungkook keens high in his throat and Namjoon can feel it when he comes. Jungkook lets out a shaky exhale and flops down onto Namjoon’s chest, pressing a kiss on the pec.
-
When Namjoon wakes up he’s overheating and feels really gross. He looks down and find the source of the heat is Jungkook laying on top of him.
“Jungkook, wake up we fell asleep.” Namjoon kisses the top of his head and shakes him a little. He can feel dampness on his chest which tells him that Jungkook must’ve drooled on him.
Jungkook groans. “Ugh, I don't wanna move. Can we stay like this?”
“No way, we’re really gross. We need a shower.” Namjoon tried to shift Jungkook off him but he won’t budge.
“C’mon baby, if you move now I’ll eat you out after the shower.” Namjoon bargains with him.
Jungkook lifts his head up. “Is this what married life is gonna be like? Lots of fantastic orgasms and feeling like my heart is gonna burst out my chest every time I wake up?” Jungkook continues, “I’m so happy it almost hurts. I love you. Let’s shower and then kiss and have awesome sex.” Jungkook says as he jumps up and walks into the en-suite.
Namjoon isn’t sure what married life will be like, not sure what the future will hold. But he’s got his whole life with Jungkook to figure all that out.