When Wooyoung wakes up he sees a note on the bed next to him from Yunho.

'If you are confused on why you're waking up alone, San and Yeosang gave me a very rude wake up call and kicked me out so you can get ready for the wedding. I love you, Baby. I will be waiting for you.'

Wooyoung smiled to himself. He sits up and stretches then, grabs his phone to text San.

Wooyoung: Why the fuck did you kick Yunho out this morning?

Instead of getting a reply, San and Yeosang come bursting into the room with a plate of food, water, makeup bags, and Wooyoung's outfit.

"Good morning!!! It's wedding day!!" Yeosang claps his hands after setting everything down.

"How are you feeling?" San asks, sitting with them too.

Wooyoung just rolls his eyes at his friends and smiles. "Weird. But a good weird. I'm ready."

"Soooo what are your vows?" San giggles as he drags Wooyoung out of bed to make him sit at the vanity.

"You'll have to wait and see, guys. Also... the wedding isn't until this afternoon? What are you doing?"

San runs his finger through Wooyoung's hair. "We need to pick a hair style! Duh."

Yeosang giggles as he gets their outfits out to hang them up. He walks over with a bottle of white nail polish.

"Besides we need to make you so hot that Yunho will forget how to talk. The sex will be GREAT tonight," Yeosang says wiggling his eyebrows.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes again then holds out his hand just like a diva would, fingers straight and accentuated.

Yeosang slaps it playfully before he pulls up a chair and starts painting.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, focusing intently on not messing up.

"No." Wooyoung answers right away. "Not one bit."

"Really?" San asks. "No cold feet?"

Wooyoung smiles and shakes his head. "He's mine. I can't imagine not being his husband. I have never been more sure of anything."

Wooyoung looks up to see San and Yeosang just looking at him with soft smiles.

"Well I know one thing. Yunho is lucky. And this will be the wedding of the century."

Wooyoung giggles excitedly at San's words. Today will be the best day ever.

A short time later, his mom comes to join them along with Hongjoong.

The older gives Wooyoung a knowing smile as he cups his chin then, presses a light peck to his cheek.

"You look gorgeous already." Hongjoong hums, then goes to sit on the bed.

"You really do, Sweetheart." His mom adds, placing a hand over her heart.

"My 'suit' is hanging in the bathroom if you want to see it," Wooyoung motions for his mom who squeals and runs to the bathroom.

Everyone laughs when they hear a shriek.

"Woo baby! It's perfect!"

Wooyoung giggles. "Thanks, Mama."

San finishes up with the third hairstyle he tried on Wooyoung. With his longer hair, San pulls the top part back and puts some small braids here and there. He even weaves in a silver chain and some small, white flowers to add something extra while leaving a few loose strands around his face.

"I think this is the one, Woo," San says, motioning for Wooyoung to look.

Wooyoung bites his lip and glances at himself in the mirror.

"Sannie..." Wooyoung gasps. "It's perfect."

The older beams and adjusts a couple of the flowers, fussing over his creation. "You are what makes it beautiful." He adds, blushing slightly.

"Now makeup. I invited Hongjoong for this part," Yeosang says making Wooyoung laugh.

Hongjoong claps happily and grabs his makeup bag before making his way to Wooyoung.

"I'm happy you're both friends now considering you've shared a dick," Wooyoung says jokingly making Yeosang scoff.

"Oh please. Hongjoong isn't interested anymore. Besides, I think it works out if you think of the heart-eyes he has been giving Jongho."

Hongjoong blushes slightly, making everyone squeal.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Wooyoung shouts.

"Shut up!!" Hongjoong yells back. "It's not that big of a deal!!"

"Sure it is!" Wooyoung leans forward and grabs his hands, "Oh, Joongie, he'd be so perfect for you!"

Wooyoung knows he can't go into full details as to why, not with the current people in the room, but Hongjoong's eyes sparkle slightly, indicating he knows.

Hongjoong blushes and leans in slightly. "Don't tell him yet, okay?"

Wooyoung makes a motion of zipping his lips shut before leaning in to whisper something too. "I won't say a word. But the word you should say to get his attention is hyung," Wooyoung says with a smirk.

Hongjoong gulps slightly. He turns to grab his foundation before turning back to Wooyoung to start blending it in.

Before he knows it, Wooyoung's face is covered in a layer of makeup and he's stepping into his wedding outfit.

San stands off to the side to take pictures while the other three help get everything situated on his body and zipping him in.

"Oh, Sweetheart." His mom says with tears in her eyes. "You look simply stunning."

Wooyoung blushes and turns to look in the mirror. He feels giddy trying to imagine Yunho's reaction to seeing him.

Yunho, on the other hand, is freaking out a little. Not from fear or nerves. He is freaking out wondering how he became the man he is now.

"Dude... You look like you're about to run for the hills," Mingi teases.

Yunho is pacing in Seonghwa's room while everyone gets ready so he understands why he looks that way.

"I'm just excited. Nervous... but excited. Never thought I was the marrying type, you know?"

Jongho stands up to stop Yunho's pacing. "You've got this bro. Just focus on Wooyoung. Focus on how happy you will be to finally hold him in your arms and call him your husband. You deserve this man. Plus.... you look hot!"

"I do?" Yunho turns back to the mirror and adjusts his bow tie and rubs his hands over his white shirt.

He'd decided against a jacket because of getting married on the beach, but he still wanted to look a little formal, so he'd bought a white button-down shirt, a black tie, and black fitted pants that hugged his legs perfectly.

Mingi snorts and claps him on the back. "DUDE. Calm down!"

Yunho sighs heavily and forces himself to sit, but that only lasts for a few seconds before he's up and pacing again.

"What if Wooyoung changes his mind? What if his dad objects or.... I don't know, what if... what if-" Yunho is cut off when Mingi slaps him making his head snap to the side.

He slowly turns his head back to glare at the younger.

"There he is! Welcome back YuYu!" Mingi says with a wide grin.

Yunho takes a threatening step forward. Mingi's grin slowly falls and he takes off to run behind Jongho.

"Did you really fucking slap me? You are more of a brat than Wooyoung!"

Jongho snorts. "Yeah, that's an impressive accomplishment if you think about it."

Yunho rounds on Jongho to snap at him too, but his shoulders fall and he shakes his head.

Then he starts to laugh. Loud and hardy and full.

"It really is!" He clutches his stomach and falls back into a chair.

"Oh boy." Seonghwa sighs from where he's looking at his phone. "He's hit loopy. Mingi, you broke him."

"I'm just a little nervous," Yunho says. "I want to marry Wooyoung. I do. But am I cut out for marriage? I mean I never thought I would be this guy. The guy who falls in love and gets hitched and wants kids."

Seonghwa finally looks up. "Since I'm older than you, listen to some advice. You will never know something unless you do it. You are ready for this Yunho. I see it. Look how far you have come since you met him! Look how far we all have come. I have seen the way you have changed since meeting him. You are happier and more relaxed. You are more than ready, Yunho."

Jongho and Mingi nod their agreement. Yunho takes a shuddering breath and looks at the clock. Time to head downstairs.

"Who's ready for a wedding?"

Wooyoung glances at the clock and sucks in a breath. "It's time."

A huge smile tears across his face and he feels like he could vibrate right out of his skin.

His friends all go first, hurrying to take their seats while he and his mom go meet his dad at a hidden location.

"You look wonderful, Son." His dad says, pulling him into a hug. "Ready?"

"So fucking ready." Wooyoung bounces on the balls of his feet then takes his parents hands to begin the walk down the beach to meet the love of his life.

Yunho is standing with his eyes closed at the altar. He hears his friends behind him gasp and knows Wooyoung is there. He doesn't want to look. Terrified that he won't be able to stop from running to him and ruin the wedding.

"Just open your eyes or you'll miss the most beautiful man coming to meet you," Jongho whispers.

Yunho sucks in a deep breath and opens his eyes. When he sees Wooyoung coming towards him, his heart stops. This isn't real. He died in the hospital because he is looking at an angel. He must be dead.

Wooyoung smiles as he walks with his parents to stand in front of Yunho and the minister who is preparing to start the wedding.

"You can't be real," Yunho breathes out softly. "Is this real?"

"It's real." Wooyoung whispers, reaching over to take Yunho's hands.

Their eyes never leave the other's as they recite their vows and promises of forever.

It's simple and short, but perfect for them in every single way.

The minister barely gets the closing statement out before Yunho is grabbing Wooyoung and dipping him low to the ground, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

Wooyoung laughs into the kiss as he hears their friends whistle and shout behind them.

The older pulls him up from the kiss and stares at him. He is so in awe over the man before him.

"You're my husband," Yunho says in disbelief.

Wooyoung giggles. "And you're my husband. Always."

Yunho pulls him into another deep kiss then. He couldn't be happier than in this moment.

As soon as they finish kissing, Yunho wraps his big hands around Wooyoung's waist and lifts him up to spin around in circles.

The younger's joyous laugh rings loud and true as he tilts his head down to gaze into Yunho's eyes.

The applause from their friends and family start to vanish as all they do is focus on each other.

Husbands. They are husbands now, legal and binding.

A few hours later, everyone has either gone off on their own or to bed. But not the newlyweds.

Yunho had removed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He had his arms wrapped around Wooyoung as they dance to no music on the beach.

"Are you happy, Love?" Yunho asks.

Wooyoung laughs. "The happiest. Are you?"

Yunho smiles. "More than you know, Baby."

Wooyoung smiles and turns his head to rest it against Yunho's shoulder.

He fit so perfectly there, able to tuck away underneath Yunho's chin where he feels safe and secure.

Home.

Yunho is his home.

"I love you." Wooyoung says, closing his eyes and giving himself over to the gentle sway of their bodies.

Yunho pecks his head softly. "I love you too, Wooyoung."

After a minute, Wooyoung stops their swaying. He looks up to Yunho wish a teasing glint in his eye.

"I think it's time we... consummate... our marriage. Don't you think?"

Yunho smirks and his eyes darken slightly. "Maybe. Why? Are you in a hurry to get out of this corset?"

"More like in a hurry to show you what's under it... Daddy."

Yunho's eyes flutter and he groans, all his desire going straight to his dick.

"Well, Baby Girl, I'm very excited to see it." He growls as he tightens one arm around Wooyoung's waist to keep him locked against his body.

Then he uses the other one to grab Wooyoung's chin to hold him in place as Yunho devours his mouth in a hungry kiss.

Yunho starts walking Wooyoung backwards towards the house. He pulls back slightly when he feels Wooyoung needs to breathe.

"Let's go," he growls out.

Yunho all but drags a giggling Wooyoung upstairs and guides him into their room.

"First, I get kicked out of bed by your friends. Then I don't see you all fucking day. And then you come out wearing this sexy ass corset? That's not fair, is it?"

Wooyoung trips and falls back into their bed while Yunho looms over him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He feels so small beneath the man, small and helpless and oh so ready to be devoured.

"And now you tease me with something more?? What a naughty," Yunho rips off his shirt and tosses it aside, leaving his tie behind to hang loosely around his neck which he yanks on next, "naughty girl."

Wooyoung whimpers at his dark tone and can feel himself trembling on the bed.

Yunho rips the tie over his head and uses his teeth to help make the hoop bigger. He reaches to grab Wooyoung's arms and ties them together above his head.

Yunho flips Wooyoung to his stomach and begins untying the back of the corset to remove it.

"You just can't help teasing me can you, Little Girl?" Yunho growls out.

Wooyoung whimpers at the words.

"Fuck, why are these things so long??" Yunho growls, yanking harder on the bindings of his corset.

"Y-You like it- AAH!!" Wooyoung yelps when Yunho tugs just a bit too hard and the pain makes his cock ache.

"Oh I do. And I'm gonna tie you up with every ounce of this ridiculous thing just to punish you."

"Daddyyyy~" Wooyoung whines, feeling so overwhelmed.

Yunho finally manages to yank the corset off. He tosses it aside and flips Wooyoung onto his back once more to remove the bottoms.

"Didn't you say there was a surprise under these?" Yunho teases.

Wooyoung gives him a bratty smile and raises an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Yunho growls and lightly smacks Wooyoung in the face making him moan slightly. Yunho smirks at the sound.

"Don't brat off. Not tonight, Little Girl."

"But you like it when I'm a brat." Wooyoung licks his lips and stares at Yunho with hooded eyes.

Yunho looks like he's going to respond, but he stops suddenly when he yanks Wooyoung's pants down and sees what he's wearing.

White, lace panties with "Daddy's Little Girl" written with pink thread.

It's so thin it barely contains his little cock, and Yunho can tell that once he rolls Wooyoung back into his stomach, there will be absolutely nothing covering his delicious ass.

Yunho almost finds it comedic that Wooyoung would have something like this specially made just for him. Just for their wedding.

"It would be a shame to ruin this, Baby Girl," Yunho whispers.

Wooyoung looks at him sweetly. "Then don't ruin them."

Wooyoung sits up to wrap his tied arms around Yunho's neck. He pulls him down into a short kiss.

"Just ruin me."

"Fucking minx." Yunho growls deeply before lifting Wooyoung's arms up and throwing him back on the bed.

That's when he catches the flash of pink from between Wooyoung's legs and groans again.

There's a nice plug nestled between his cheeks, already making sure he's stretch and ready.

Yunho pinches the end of the plug and tugs lightly before pushing on it.

"Care to explain?" Yunho asks not taking his eyes off of the plug.

"I wanted to be ready. Please?"

Yunho glances up at him. When he begs so sweetly it's hard to resist. He strips of his bottoms and slowly eases the plug out.

"Can't wait to fuck my pretty little wife," Yunho says as he lines up with Wooyoung's hole.

The moan Wooyoung's gives at that title is so lewd, it's positively sinful.

And it sets Yunho's soul of fire.

As he sinks in, he grabs Wooyoung's hands and throws them over his own head. Because they are bound together, Wooyoung is forced to stay upright on his knees, back to Yunho's chest, while Yunho has full use of his own hands.

And he does not hesitate to run them down Wooyoung's body, watching everything he does in the mirror on the wall.

The way his fingers trace Wooyoung's delicious curves. The way the custom panties are on full display. The way Wooyoung is trapped against him and can't do anything about it.

Yunho sits still for a moment to let Wooyoung feel him. The poor sub is already panting. Yunho lowers a hand over the bulge in Wooyoung's stomach.

"It's like you were made for me, Baby Girl. Made to be my sub. Made to be my lover. Made to be my wife."

Wooyoung cries out again. Yunho feels him clench on his dick and smirks to himself. Then he starts rocking up into Wooyoung slowly but aggressively.

"That's right. Take my cock. Look at it fill you up."

Yunho licks his way up Wooyoung's neck, eyes never leaving the mirror.

"If only I could really fill you." His voice deepens. "See you nice and round. Keep you home to be my knocked up little housewife."

Suddenly Wooyoung is coming with a wail, back arching away from Yunho, which only forces his cock to press against Wooyoung's prostate and add more pleasure and overstimulation.

Yunho hisses at how tight Wooyoung squeezes around him. When he realizes why Wooyoung came, he grins.

"You like that idea." It wasn't a question. "You like being my wife. And you like the idea of carrying my kids, don't you?"

Wooyoung whimpers as Yunho starts to slowly move again. He brings a hand to Wooyoung's throat just to hold it.

"Hope you're ready for round two."

Yunho untangles himself from Wooyoung to shove him forward into the bed.

Wooyoung can't do anything to catch himself, so he lands with a "oof", face down and pressed into the bed with his ass up.

Yunho wastes no time entering him again and starts slamming into him at a rapid pace.

The sound of his hips slapping Wooyoung's ass is the perfect percussion to Wooyoung's melodic cries and moans.

Wooyoung whimpers at his dick starting to stiffen. He feels so sensitive but so good at the same time. It's only when Yunho wraps a hand around him inside the panties that he gets fully hard again.

"Your little clit is dripping for me, Baby Girl," Yunho says lowly.

"Only you," Wooyoung gasps out.

Yunho shifts his hips to press harder into Wooyoung's prostate with each thrust.

"Daddy!!!" Wooyoung screams, then immediately sobs from the over stimulation.

Yunho sneers down at him, thriving more and more with each snap of his hips.

"That's right. You're mine." He growls, punching each word deep into Wooyoung's gut.

"Al- ways- y- ours- da- ddy- aaaah!!"

Yunho feels his orgasm wash over him. He fills Wooyoung to the brim. When he sees the plug on the bed next to them, he stuffs it back in Wooyoung, who whimpers pathetically.

"What do you need, Baby Girl?" Yunho asks.

Wooyoung flops back over. "Make me come again Daddy. Please?"

Yunho shushes him and slips the panties down just enough to take his 'husband's' dick in his mouth whole.

The groan he gets in return is so delicious and needy, Yunho speeds up so he can give Wooyoung the pleasure he deserves.

He hums around the younger's dick, sucking and bobbing his head up and down.

Then, to seal the deal, he starts to twist the plug in circles, wiggling it to press against Wooyoung's prostate.

It makes Wooyoung wail again as he sprays cum deep into Yunho's throat.

He prolongs it a little by suckling and humming, enjoying the way Wooyoung twitches beneath him.

"D-D-Daddy..."

Yunho pulls off and moves up to kiss his husband again, forcing his tongue into Wooyoung's mouth so he can taste himself.

But even so, they both throw as much passion into the kiss as possible, neither one wanting the connection to end.

Wooyoung is the one who breaks it first, though, panting heavily as he nuzzles into Yunho's neck. "Love you. Love you so much."

Yunho presses his lips to the top of his love's head, unable to stop the smile crossing his face. "And I love you, Wooyoung. Now, and forever."