About Story: Your wedding day is finally over, but the night is far from finished. Between the champagne, the lingering guests, and the way your new husband looks devastatingly good in his afterparty outfit, you can barely keep your eyes off him. And when the celebration finally dies down and the two of you are left alone, being able to call Jiyong your husband feels more intoxicating than ever… Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader (newlyweds) Word Count: 3,526 | Oneshot Content Note: explicit sexual content, newlyweds, wedding afterparty, wedding night, flirty banter, sweet exhaustion, fingering, nipple play, romantic sex, praise, possessive/affectionate language, unprotected sex, creampie A/N: [request]
The air inside the luxurious rented villa on the outskirts of Seoul is filled with the scent of expensive champagne, perfume, floral arrangements that are already losing their crisp freshness, and the unmistakable, wild energy of a wedding afterparty. The official ceremony has been over for a while. All the tension, the emotional tears from both your parents and his, the flashes of cameras, and the formal bows have finally given way to this relaxed, pulsing night. The villa you chose for the occasion is absolutely perfect. The glass walls open onto a sprawling garden blanketed in darkness, while inside, modern design blends with warm lighting to create the perfect backdrop for celebrating your big day.
You look around the crowded room, a tired but endlessly happy smile settling on your face. Every corner of the villa seems to have a life of its own. Over by the bar, a group of your friends are laughing loudly as they knock back yet another shot of soju, gesturing enthusiastically toward the DJ to play their favorite song. Across the room, near the leather couches, you see Jiyong. Your husband now. The word still feels unbelievably new and sweet inside your head. He isn't just your boyfriend anymore... As of this afternoon, he's your husband.
You watch him from across the room, your heart fluttering all over again. After the official part of the evening, he changed into an outfit that immediately took your breath away, and it looks like none of the guests can stop staring either. He's wearing a white suit with subtle vertical stripes. He left the jacket in the dressing room, leaving his silhouette perfectly framed by a fitted waistcoat fastened with a row of dark buttons. Underneath, he has on a light, slightly sheer white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. Around his neck, a stylish ribbon with a brooch replaces a traditional tie, and his hair is perfectly tousled now. He looks unbelievably attractive, like a groom who just escaped his own wedding to take over the best party in the city, proving he isn't just the king of the stage, but of the nightlife too.
You changed after the ceremony too, trading your heavy, elaborate wedding gown for a light, flowing white dress that is perfectly suited for an informal afterparty. It’s comfortable, softly hugging your body, and finally letting you breathe freely after such an exhausting day.
Right now, you and Jiyong are apart, each spending time with a different group of guests, just as you'd planned so you could catch up with everyone. Jiyong is surrounded by his closest friends from the music industry, the band, and his producers. Watching the huge smile on his face, you feel as though it isn't possible to love him any more than you already do. Youngbae is patting him on the shoulder, leaning in to tell him something, and Jiyong throws his head back, bursting into genuine laughter. Even from across the room, you can feel the sheer relief and happiness radiating from him. Months of strict secrecy, planning, logistics, choosing the venue, and constantly worrying about the media finding out are finally over. You're here, you're married, and no one can take that away from you.
“Y/N! We're waiting for you!” your cousin shouts, dragging you out of your thoughts and back to reality. She's holding a tray lined with shots of some brightly colored liquor.
“I really can't anymore, girls,” you protest weakly, but your laughter gives you away.
“No excuses, you're the bride! Tonight you drink to your happiness! All night long!” your best friend chimes in from your left. You welcome another wave of congratulations, handshakes, and warm hugs from people you haven't seen in years. Relatives keep telling you with tears in their eyes how unbelievably beautiful you look and how happy they are that you found a man like Jiyong. With every sip of alcohol and every new compliment, you feel the last remnants of your wedding nerves slowly melting away. You're just so incredibly proud. Proud to be standing by Jiyong's side, proud of how the two of you handled the entire ceremony. It was beautiful and traditional, but also completely exhausting.
And yet your gaze keeps wandering back to Jiyong like a magnet. At that exact moment, as though he can feel your eyes on him, Jiyong turns in your direction. Your eyes meet over the heads of the dancing, laughing guests. The moment lasts only a few seconds, but time seems to stop. Jiyong winks at you, raising his glass in a silent toast from across the room, and gives you a look filled with such pure love and devotion that your breath catches. You know that even though he's talking to everyone else right now, his mind is only on you.
Time slips away, and the clock on the wall shows that the night has already bled well into the early hours of the morning. The music gradually softens, the DJ switching to calmer, chill-out tracks, and the main room begins to empty out. The first wave of guests, mostly older relatives and family members, headed back to their hotels around midnight, and now even the most persistent friends are beginning to give in to exhaustion. You watch the last few groups say their goodbyes, hugging you and promising to call tomorrow, before slowly disappearing either up to their rented rooms or out toward the waiting taxis.
As the room slowly empties, it becomes wrapped in silence. Suddenly, almost as if it had been choreographed, you find yourself standing completely alone in the middle of the enormous space. Well, not completely alone. Jiyong is standing at the other end of the room. His friends have just left, and he's by himself, hands tucked into the pockets of his striped trousers. His gaze is fixed directly on you. He takes a step, then another, slowly crossing the room toward you. Every movement is relaxed, but the sheer exhaustion of the long day is clearly visible. Another button of his shirt has come undone at his throat, and his hair is wildly, impossibly sexy after a whole night of dancing.
When he stops just a step away from you, in the middle of the room bathed in warm, dim light, you simply look at each other, the silence between you saying more than any words ever could. You can see how emotional he is, every bit as much as you are. Those eyes that usually flash with fierce energy onstage are soft now, tired, but filled with a deep, genuine happiness and love.
“Hey, wife,” Jiyong whispers, testing the title aloud for the first time with such intimate softness that goosebumps break out all over your skin. His voice is hoarse, worn out from a night of talking and laughing, but unbelievably warm.
“Hey, husband,” you answer with a soft smile, feeling tears of happiness and sheer exhaustion prickling in your eyes. Everything is finally catching up to you. The relief that it's over, the realization that you actually did it, and that your love is finally official.
Jiyong doesn't hesitate for a second. He pulls his hands from his pockets and wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you tightly against him until you can feel the warmth of his body through his thin shirt. You hide your face against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with expensive perfume and the faint trace of alcohol. You feel his long fingers gently stroking the small of your back through the thin fabric of your dress.
“We did it,” he murmurs into your hair, holding you as though he never wants to let you go. “Finally. And now it's just the two of us.”
“I'm so tired, Ji,” you admit quietly, leaning your entire weight against him. Your legs are practically refusing to hold you up after spending the whole day in high heels. Months of preparation, sleepless nights spent worrying over every single detail, all of it is draining out of you now, leaving behind nothing but pure, sweet exhaustion.
Jiyong laughs softly and kisses your hair. “I know, baby, me too. Come on, let's get you out of here before you fall asleep standing up. Let's go get some air.”
He pulls away, but only far enough to take your hand, his fingers immediately intertwining with yours. He gives your palm a firm squeeze and leads you toward the huge glass doors that open onto the terrace and the garden beyond. The cool night air immediately kisses your skin, clearing away some of the hazy exhaustion from inside the villa. The sprawling garden is silent, with only the distant rustling of leaves in the trees breaking the quiet.
Hand in hand, you walk down the stone steps and onto the grass. Having already left your shoes on the terrace, the cool, damp grass beneath your bare feet feels like an unbelievable relief. Jiyong walks beside you, glancing down at you every now and then while his thumb brushes over the back of your hand, right where the new ring he placed on your finger today glitters softly.
At the far end of the garden, surrounded by tall trees, stands a wooden gazebo wrapped in hundreds of tiny fairy lights that wind around its pillars and roof like a glowing web. It looks like something out of a storybook, completely isolated from the rest of the world. When you step beneath the wooden roof, the lights create an intimate, warm little bubble around you. In the middle of the gazebo sits a comfortable wooden bench piled with soft cushions.
Jiyong sits down with an exhausted but relieved sigh, leaning back against the wooden backrest. He stretches his arms along the top of the bench, his eyes fixed on you. “Come here, my lady,” he whispers with a warm smile.
You take a step toward him and sit directly on his lap, your legs draped over his thighs as you let the full weight of your exhausted body rest against his chest. Jiyong immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your hair and takes a deep breath.
“This is perfect,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you feel the steady beat of his heart right beneath your cheek. Your dress gathers softly around you as you curl up in his arms. Your fingers absentmindedly begin playing with the edge of his striped waistcoat and then the ribbon around his neck, looking up at him again. “You look absolutely perfect in this, you know. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all evening.” Jiyong proudly lifts his chin, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “I knew you'd like it. I know your taste too well.”
You roll your eyes playfully and give him a light swat on the chest, making him huff out a soft laugh. “Oh, look at you, Mr. Confident!”
“I can't believe you're really mine,” Jiyong murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath heating your skin. “I've had to control myself all day. When I saw you walking down the aisle, when I watched you dancing, all I could think about was when we'd finally be alone. When I'd finally be able to tell you how much I love you without hundreds of eyes watching us.”
“I know,” you murmur, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his messy hair. “It was exhausting. All those months of planning, all the pressure. Sometimes I felt like this day would never actually come. But now, holding you like this, it was all worth it. I'm so happy, baby.”
Jiyong smiles, the deep sound vibrating in his chest. “I know, sweetheart. My mom cried, Youngbae gave a speech that felt like it would never end, but the most important moment was when you said yes. From that moment on, nothing else mattered to me. You're Mrs. Kwon. My wife, my other half, the person who finally makes me feel complete...”
His words are filled with such tenderness that tears of emotion gather in your eyes again. You turn your head toward him until your faces are only inches apart. The fairy lights of the gazebo reflect in his dark eyes, which are filled with absolute, devoted love. Jiyong leans in and kisses you. The kiss is unbelievably gentle and soft, his lips moving lazily against yours, tasting you as though you're the most precious gift he could ever receive. His thumb gently strokes your side through the thin fabric of your dress, sending waves of warmth deep through your body.
“Let's go upstairs,” he whispers after a moment, his lips still brushing against yours. “I want to make love to my wife and give her all the care she deserves.”
Together, fingers intertwined, you leave the glowing gazebo behind. The garden surrounds you in silence as you make your way back toward the villa. Stepping inside, where only the dim emergency lights still glow, you climb the wide wooden staircase toward the main bedroom. Every step feels heavy, exhaustion settling over your shoulders, but at the same time, you can feel that sweet, electric tension building inside you at the thought of what waits for you now that you're finally alone as husband and wife.
When Jiyong opens the heavy bedroom door, you step into a spacious room with an enormous canopy bed piled with white pillows. Jiyong closes the door behind you, turning the key in the lock, and the soft click seems to finally shut out the entire outside world.
Jiyong leans tiredly back against the door. Your heart pounds as you watch him slowly begin to unbutton his striped waistcoat. One button after another, taking his time, his eyes fixed on you. When he finally slips the waistcoat off, casually tossing it onto an armchair, he's left wearing only the light, slightly sheer white shirt. He takes a step toward you, his gaze darkening with an incredible intensity.
“You look so beautiful in this dress,” he whispers, his voice deep and velvety. “But I still prefer you without it...”
He steps so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His long fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress. With every inch the zipper slides lower, Jiyong follows it with a hot, damp kiss against your neck and shoulders. The dress slips down around your feet, leaving you standing in front of your husband in nothing but delicate white lace underwear. Jiyong freezes for a moment, his breath catching as endless desire mixes with pure admiration in his eyes.
“You're perfect,” he breathes, gently lifting you into his arms and laying you down in the middle of the soft white sheets. He immediately moves over you, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows so he doesn't press down too hard, even though you can still feel the intoxicating warmth and presence of his body against yours. Jiyong lowers himself toward you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that is no longer just tender, but filled with the passion that has been building inside him all night, matching the fire inside you. His tongue slips into your mouth, slow and hungry, and you moan quietly against his lips. Your hands immediately rise, your fingers sliding into his hair as you pull him even closer.
Jiyong pulls away for only a moment, just long enough to quickly shrug the white shirt from his shoulders and undo his trousers, which soon join his boxers on the floor. When he returns over you completely naked, the raw attraction between you feels almost tangible. His body is slim and muscular, covered in the tattoos you know so well, every single one carrying a story you're familiar with, and his heart is pounding wildly inside his chest.
“I want all of you, Y/N. Let me lose myself in you,” he whispers as his lips travel down from your chin, over your neck, and toward your collarbone, his teeth closing firmly around the sensitive skin, making your back arch beneath him. Meanwhile, his hands remove the last pieces of your underwear with an incredible gentleness.
His fingers begin exploring your body, sliding over your hips, your stomach, and then moving between your thighs. Jiyong knows you perfectly. He knows exactly where to touch you to make you lose your mind. When his fingers find your most sensitive spot, already hot and wet with desire, you moan softly, your hips instinctively moving against his hand.
“Jiyong, please,” you breathe his name like a prayer, your eyes clouded with desire as your fingers tighten around his shoulders.
“Don't rush, baby. We have all night,” he whispers with a quiet smile, though you can see in his own eyes just how much effort it takes to hold himself back. His fingers continue their sweet torture, circling, pressing, slipping inside to prepare you for him while his lips tease your nipples, making them harden beneath the pressure of his tongue and teeth. Every quiet moan that leaves your lips only drives him further.
When neither of you can endure the burning desire any longer, Jiyong shifts between your thighs. He grips your hips, looking directly into your eyes as he slowly, inch by inch, pushes inside you. The feeling of him filling you completely is so intense it steals your breath. Your eyes widen, your lips parting in a silent cry as you grip his shoulders tightly, your fingers digging into his skin. Jiyong freezes for a moment, giving you both time to adjust to the perfect, tight connection. Then he lowers himself to kiss you, catching your quickened breaths and every moan against his lips.
He begins to move, slowly at first, with long, careful thrust filled with an incredible tenderness. Every thrust is deep, accompanied by the quiet sound of your skin moving together. You feel the heat of his body, the way the muscles in his back tighten beneath your hands, and the sweat beginning to sheen across his forehead. His rhythm gradually quickens as the passion between you grows impossible to control.
Jiyong changes the angle, his movements becoming rougher, more instinctive. With every deep thrust, a low moan escapes him, making it perfectly clear how badly you're driving him out of his mind, matching the way he's doing the same to you. Your hips move in perfect harmony with his, meeting every movement as you crave every inch of his body. The only sounds filling the bedroom are your frantic, heavy breathing and the quiet, uncontrollable moans of pleasure escaping your lips every time Jiyong reaches exactly the right spot deep inside you.
“Ji, I love you... I love you so fucking much,” you moan brokenly, feeling the unbearably sweet tension of your approaching orgasm tightening in your lower stomach.
“I love you too, Y/N... You're my everything,” he answers between ragged breaths, his thrusts becoming fast, hard, and relentless. He catches your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning your joined hands against the pillow beside your head. He watches your face twist with pure pleasure, and the sight pushes him closer to the edge.
Together, you fall into the deepest darkness filled with glittering stars as your body contracts powerfully around him in orgasm, your nails digging into the backs of his hands where your fingers are intertwined. Jiyong lets out a loud, deep groan and thrusts into you several more times before finally coming inside you, his own orgasm tearing through him in powerful waves. His body drops heavily over yours, but he immediately shifts his weight onto his elbows so he doesn't crush you. Both of you breathe heavily against each other's lips, the air inside the bedroom hot and saturated with the scent of your lovemaking. Jiyong buries his face in your neck, his chest rising and falling wildly against yours.
After long minutes, when your breathing finally begins to settle, Jiyong slowly rolls down beside you. He immediately pulls you against his side, so your head rests on his chest and your leg lies across his thigh. He pulls the white duvet over you both to protect you from the cool morning air coming through the half-open window, because outside, dawn is already beginning to break.
His long fingers, tired but still unable to remain completely still, begin gently stroking your bare back. Absolute peace settles over the room. You're exhausted, your bodies heavy with the fatigue of the entire incredible day, but your souls feel completely calm and whole.
“I love you, Mrs. Kwon,” Jiyong murmurs, already half asleep with his eyes closed, before kissing your hair. You close your eyes, feeling his warmth, his scent, and the safety of his arms around you, slowly drifting to sleep with a smile on your lips. You drift off knowing that this isn't the end of one beautiful day, but the beginning of your entire life together…
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