“Stop the car” Yoongi looked at her sideways, his brows furrowing. "Are you okay, little one?" he pulled to the side, turning to Nico, scrutinizing her face, she looked like someone was suffocating. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her lungs struggled to keep up with her need for air.

Her face was getting redder and redder and she snapped her fingers in stress as if she was trying to break them one by one. "We did…it…" she looked up at him, her eyes darting fearfully, her lower lip quivering, a vein throbbing on her temple and Yoongi smiled slightly, cupping her face and running his thumb along the vein, trying to calm the furious throbbing .

"We did it" he pulled her against him and her head fell onto his chest, his hand sliding down her back, caressing her soothingly. Nico might be a trained assassin, cold-blooded and deadly, but without the mask and hood, she was just a woman who had just married a man she'd only been with for two weeks and known for only a month.

This duality of hers was one of the reasons why she was so attracted to him, while he hid his closeness and feelings for someone under the mask of indifference and coldness, she hid her strength behind a true mask, showing only her natural tenderness and warmth that only women possessed.

Even though she still had some lost memories, maybe some that would never come back, she was showing her true self more and more and Yoongi couldn't help but fall for her more and more. Nico didn't hide what she was thinking, she didn't pretend who she was and what she was like, she just let her face express everything she was thinking and feeling, something Yoongi never learned to do.

"Look at me, baby" he lifted her face and gently ran a thumb over her cheek. "It's okay, Nico, you're where you need to be, next to me" she bit her lip, blinking to hold back the tears and nodded softly. That hazel look, full of an abyss of wild raw emotion, was driving him crazy, burning his soul and making him want to face the world and anyone who wanted to hurt her.

Yoongi smiled and held her to his chest again. He wasn't a romantic, he didn't know how to express what his heart wanted to show, but he knew he wasn't wrong. His intuition was screaming at the top of his lungs that it was time to settle down and that she was the woman to do it for.

Maybe the way he proposed to her was wrong, he had taken advantage of her current situation, but she had to be his at all costs. Maybe she would blame him and hate him when or if she found out that actually the marriage wasn't necessary, that it was enough just to prove that she had a fiancé, but he had to be sure that she wouldn't be able to escape him, that no one else will have the right to claim her.

"What if you regret it, if when we face my father and Ki tonight and they attack you, you regret and hate me?" he looked down at her. "You're smarter than that, little one, do you really think I'd marry you only to regret it later or that I'm not ready for the consequences?" he asked, taking her hand and lightly rubbing her wedding ring, he kissed her fingers.

Nico shook her head. Maybe they didn't know each other completely, maybe Yoongi seemed cold and disinterested most of the time, but she was starting to learn how to read him. She felt the comfort he felt around her, saw the calmness with which he held her close at night, simply because he needed someone who would let him be himself without having to hide behind his mask.

Yoongi loved and cared for the boys and Bangtan, they were everything to him and he would die for them, but their wild nature was the complete opposite of his quiet and peaceful nature and his need to be alone sometimes and even though sometimes showing them his affection, with indifference, he kept them slightly at a distance, preserving his own poise.

That was exactly what drew her to him. The truth behind the cold, unscrupulous Min Yoongi was that he was actually very soft, kind and loving, he just needed someone to understand him without having to strain to show it and feel ridiculous doing it it.

She nodded and smiled softly, Yoongi sighed and leaned in, kissing her softly but deeply. Nico knew why he wanted this marriage, it wasn't because of her, or to help her with her father, that's why, but mainly because he had become dependent on her presence around him. She was his buffer, his safe zone.

"Do you feel better?" Yoongi looked at her face which was returning to its normal color, she nodded again lifting her lips and he kissed her again. "You're a big, soft bear, Min Yoongi" Nico whispered against his lips and felt him smirk. "Just for you, Mrs. Min" he hummed, holding her face for a moment, savoring her lips before returning to driving without letting go of her hand.

"Where are the others?" Nico asked, leaning back, smiling slightly at the way Yoongi unconsciously ran a thumb over her hand, focused on the road. "I thought you might be nervous and asked them to leave us alone for a bit" he turned down the driveway to the mansion.

"So we'll be alone until tonight?" he looked at her with raised eyebrows. She looked at him with a mischievous smile, her tongue lightly moistening her lips and he smirked. "Could my wife be turned on?" Nico shrugged, tilting her head. “I wonder if it's different when I'm with my husband” she winked at him and Yoongi burst out laughing, getting out of the car to open the door for her and help her out as well.

"Shall we check?" he closed the door and pressed her against the car, pressing his lips to hers. His hands slid up her thighs, lifting the edge of her dress. Nico wrapped her thigh around his hip and Yoongi broke away from their kiss for a moment when he noticed two of the guards looking at them.

The two quickly lowered their gazes and disappeared. "Why do I feel like the ring has unleashed what it has been successfully suppressing until now?" Nico giggled and Yoongi looked at her lustfully. "Which one to be exact?" he muttered, picking her up, her legs locked behind his waist.

"Your jealousy, YonYon, don't you think I haven't noticed?" he was taking two steps at a time and almost hit Maria with the door as he rushed in impatiently. "I don't have a choice now,baby, I can't afford to have them dirtying my wife with lustful looks!" he growled, taking possession of her lips again. Nico chuckled hearing Maria's giggles behind them.

Yoongi carried her into the bedroom and unceremoniously slammed her onto the bed, climbing up and trapping her thighs between his knees. "I know what yours sound like…" he cupped the neckline of the white elegant dress, smirking. "...but how do my wife's clothes sound when I tear them?" he growled and parted the light fabric, revealing her white bra and heavily heaving breasts.

"Definitely better!" he removed the dress from her shoulders, leaning down, his lips and tongue touching and tasting the silk of her neck, Yoongi grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Nico squealed helplessly under his touch.

He held her wrists with one hand and loosened and removed his tie without untying it, using it to tie her wrists to the bed. Nico watched him with a darkened gaze, the light touches of his fingers on her body making her skin burn and prickle, causing an unending barrage of moans and soft whispers calling his name.

"Did I tell you that you're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted?" he sat on her hips, sliding his hand between her breasts, undoing the front clasp of her bra. His eyes studied and memorized her body, even though he already knew every inch of it.

Nico smirked, closing her eyes and arching her back. His fingers continued to burn her body, touching her as if she were a map whose lines he explored like a blind man. Her belly tightened under the gentle touch, his eyes glinting lustily as he watched the woman beneath him passionately respond to even his most fluttering touch.

He traced, as if connecting dots, every blue mark he himself had left on her body. Some were already disappearing, others were bright, others left recently, slowly changing their color from dark blue to purple. But each of them meant she was his.

He looked up at her face, delight and pride, like an artist whose masterpiece was on display, shining in his eyes. "You couldn't be more perfect, baby!" he growled and bent down again, sucking her nipple hungrily.

"YonYon!" she twisted again, tightening the tie. Yoongi slumped down next to her, letting his palms cover more of her body, his mouth leaving new marks, adding to his masterpiece.

Her underwear followed the dress. His fingers teased her already moist entrance, his lips playing with and around her breasts, teasing and marking, tasting and making her shudder breathlessly. Her hips willingly parted, allowing their new master absolute access.

Slowly, methodically and patiently, Yoongi pleasured her, with every touch proving to her that he adored every part of her, every moan, every time she squirmed under his hands and lips. With each movement of his fingers inside her, she was getting closer to the reward for his efforts.

But just before he got his reward, he removed his fingers, stood up, and undressed, returning to the bed with her. He settled at her feet, spreading her knees wide. Her gaze fell on him, her eyes wide and clouded with passion speaking to him silently.

"Yoongi!" she eagerly raised her lower body slightly, her eyes fixed on his horny cock, which hungrily quivered against the entrance to her pussy. Yoongi smirked, leaning over her. Nico licked her lips, her tongue tasting his before he pounced, kissing her roughly and wildly.

He leaned back on his elbow, still kissing her, wrapping her thigh around his waist, his fingers digging into her hip, his cock penetrating and stretching the softness of her pussy, joining husband and wife for the first time.

"Holy shit, baby!" Yoongi growled, his teeth grazing a line of her jaw and down her neck as he slowly moved his hips against hers. The wet sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the bedroom.

His cock relentlessly stretched the walls of her pussy, sending unceasing waves of shivers and wetness between her legs. Nico clung to Yoongi, her nails leaving marks on his back making him gasp against the sweet pain.

"Fuck, Yoongi!" Nico screamed, her hips pressing against him, her core sucking and pressing mercilessly his cock. He gritted his teeth, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, raising her hips even further to penetrate deeper.

Nico froze, throwing her head back and arching her back, a firework of brightly colored stars erupting behind her tightly closed eyes. Yoongi thrust a few more times, hitting the bottom of her core, his cum pouring out, filling her womb.

"Mine!" Yoongi growled, sinking his lips into hers, biting her kiss-swollen lips. "You're only mine, Min Nico!" he leaned heavily on his other elbow as well, resting his forehead against hers. "I'll kill anyone who even tries to touch you, little one!" Yoongi grunted, feeling her smirk against his lips as her arms pressed him against her body.