the preachers' wife

Early Honeymoon(Jung Hoseok AMBW Smut)

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The preacher said to the both of you causing a bunch of loud cheers to erupt throughout the grand church. Hoseok laughed softly, turning to face you, his hands gripped onto your veil pulling it up and backwards against the top of your head to reveal you face, your tears streaming down your flushed brown cheeks that were turning shades. Your soft big eyes staring up at him with the most love and adoration that you could muster. The soft red lipstick against your plump lips bringing out your features in the white dress. Hoseok smiled leaning down to press his lips against yours, sharing a deep kiss between the both of you. One of his hands cupped at your cheek to keep you close to him and you happily followed pressing your lips back against his, the hoots and hollers not really registering to your ears because you were so caught up in how it felt to have this male sliding his tongue into your mouth sucking on your tongue. A soft groan left your lips, your body pushing closer to his as your hand moved to grip his bicep.

“Hey-HEY! My daughter is in here can you maybe tone down the rated scene for later goodness?!” Taehyung exclaimed with a playful smile clapping his hands as he watched you guys. Hoseok pulled back licking over his lips grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you y/n. I’m so glad you are finally mine.” He was so sweet just knocking your breath away from your lungs. You nodded shyly seeing so many reporters and new stations that were there filming the BTS member getting married.

“I am happy I am too. I fought your fans hard enough for it.” You teased playfully slapping at his arm as he gripped onto your hand. Hoseok grinned pulling you down from the stairs at the alter before walking down the aisle. You both did a couple rounds of walking up and down the aisle that were decorated with pink and white ribbons and the little red rose pedals that the flower girl had put down. If you had to choose a highlight for your wedding it would have been watching Yoongi’s three-year-old son waddle down the aisle with Taehyung’s five-year-old daughter. They were both so cute and they had stolen everyone’s hearts away including yours to the point where you just wanted to hold them both.

“Don’t worry we will make our own now, yeobo.” Hoseok whispered hotly against your ear kissing the lobe as the camera man told your bridesmaids were to go. You could feel your cheeks heat up, turning to look up at the male that was smirking playfully down at you, you had to admit you really wanted him but you had to tell yourself not to do it.

“Hoseok, don’t tease me when you know we have all day for this.” You groaned trying to not think about it too much. Hoseok chuckled as you both started to pose for pictures dropping the conversation for now. Once the pictures were taken you were both being escorted outside while they showered you both with rice throwing it gently over your heads.

“Don’t waste food!” Hoseok shouted playfully but caught some of the rice as he led you towards a limo that you had rented out for the day. He picked you up sliding you into the limo as he slid in beside you both of you heading to the reception.

You couldn’t believe that you had gotten there in one piece, Hoseok was a tease saying little things and giving you soft little touches here and there, but only laughing it off as he grabbed your hands and got you out of the limo. Hoseok had led you towards the big dance hall that was decorated with your wedding colors, a bag in his hand as he led you towards one of the bathrooms locking it behind him as you bypassed so many guests that were waiting for you. Hoseok helped you strip out of your grand dress almost tripping on the train as he picked the dress you and laid it against the counter. He eyed you hungrily, his hands moving to grope at your body and pull you close to him, his hand moving to dip down the front of your panties and rub against your clit causing you to moan.

“Holy, shit Hoseok why!” You whined as your hips bucked against his hand wanting to feel more, your legs spreading wide. Hoseok chuckled moving you to look into the bathroom mirror, his hand going to cup at your breast and play with your nipples, leaning down to suck on your ear humming.

“You look in the mirror and tell me I don’t have one of the most breath-taking women on the planet? How could you ask me to keep my hands from you?” He asked softly moving his middle finger up and down your slit, before he pressed his middle finger deep inside of your pussy. Your head threw back as you tried to hold in your cries from being too loud, your hips ground in a circle as you pushed down against his finger fucking yourself for him to have a show. You pressed your ass back against his dress pants feeling the dent in the slacks as he rolled his hips against your ass. You were on could nine loving those thick fingers that would finger you. He added another one, scissoring you open as he finger fucked you, the wet lewd sounds started to produce and drench your lavender panties that were part of your lingerie set.

“Please keep going, make me cum daddy.” You whispered out to him who was more than happy to oblige. He shoved his fingers in and out of you deeper, letting your wetness coat at his fingers as he released a soft growl, your stomach knotted, your hand moved to grip at his wrist as you got closer, your legs were bucking as a loud mewl escaped your lips but suddenly a knock on the door made you both freeze.

“Hoseok! Come dance with your mother! Hurry up you two!! She gets to hog you later.” His mother playfully yelled walking away from the door because if she didn’t get you out, you would both stay in there fucking and she had a pretty good idea of it.

Hoseok chuckled looking at you apologetically pulling his hands back from your pussy. He sucked on them moaning at your taste, his free hand pushing his brown hair from his forehead.

“I’m sorry baby I promise to make it up to you later.” He leaned down to kiss your pouty lips knowing you were hating him at this moment. You were sulking, but you tried to let it go, dressing up in the short off the shoulder white sundress, you put on your white zip up heels that was accented in gold, a lazy smirk on your lips as you planned on getting your husband back. He changed into white jeans that were baggy on his body and a pink button-down shirt, with the first few buttons undone he smiled at you. You rolled your eyes being the first out of the room and towards your parents. You guys had someone come to clean up behind you and put your dress and his tux in the car so with all the worries gone away and the wedding behind you, both of you started to relax and just enjoy your time. You moved around and danced with your parents, taking pictures with anyone who wanted to be in your presence. You even allowed some of the fans to come in and experience the reception as long as they were not crazy and trying to ruin things because you were with their favorite bias.

When it was time for you guys to give a toast, you all sat down at a long white table filled with food and seats for everyone that you allowed up there. Namjoon was the first up to speak, being the leader and everything he had to go first to set the mood and make things interesting. Telling embarrassing stories and just things about Hoseok that were endearing in your eyes. Your mind however was going to something else, your panties were still very much drenched and your pussy was clenching just hearing the male beside you chuckle or say something in a low tone to you. Even when you were dancing he purposefully held his hands closed to your ass gripping on your hips too much to bring you closer to his body when there wasn’t even space. You were buzzing with the need to get him back. Sitting against him, your hand came up to slide up his thighs slowly causing him to clear his throat while you smiled sweetly continuing to laugh and look at everyone glad that the table cloth was down long enough so no one could see. Your hand placed against Hoseok’s bulge, rubbing up and down against the outline of his shaft, feeling it twitch under your hand. He groaned and cleared his throat trying to smile as he leaned close to you to whisper.

“The harder you get me the harder I am going to fuck you.” He said with a sweet smile, kissing your lips making it seem like it was a lovingly conversation.

“Then, what happens if you can’t get any harder?” You asked him nuzzling your noses together licking across his bottom lip quickly.

“Then, I will fuck you as hard as I can and I’m not stopping until I get you screaming and sore from my hips slamming against yours.” He spoke against your lips and you shuddered pulling back from him as Hoseok was called to stand up and give a speech. While he was doing it, your hands moved to trace the inside of his thigh, you couldn’t go too high because you would get in trouble but you were going to try and push as much as you could, humming in pride at the fact that he was losing his mind and trying to play it off but his cheeks were tinting red.

Once he was done, he sat down to look at you giving you a breathtaking kiss as his lips slammed against yours, until you couldn’t breathe anymore. He pulled back winking at you. It was his silent promise to you and you knew what that meant, and boy were you ready for it.

For some of the reception you stayed with the little babies, finding Yoongi’s son’s cheeks so adorable. Pinching them gently you held him in your lap as many more people came around you to talk and say sweet things to you and Hoseok both. A lot of people told you to have kids, and you couldn’t help but feel so shy and flustered from that conversation alone. It wasn’t the thought of having his kids, it was how he looked at you like a predator that was more than ready to pounce on its prey whenever it was time to. When the reception was over, and everything was being cleaned up you both were urged to go and head towards the plane so that you could fly out for your honeymoon. Your heart was beating fast and you kept trying to push it off and stay around because you knew that Hoseok was more than ready for you. He chuckled picking you up, kissing your lips and shutting you up as he carried your flailing body towards the limo.

“Driver, please whatever you hear.. Don’t blame me. And I promise I will paint your room when I get back.” Hoseok told his cousin that he bribed to drive as he rolled up the window between you and the front. You shook your head as Hoseok pulled you on his lap whispering to him as he moved your panties to the side and gripped you around your waist to stay pressed against him.

“I warned you one too many times.” Hoseok recalled as his dick was free, he gripped it with one hand slapping it against your wet slit smirking as he pushed you down to grind your wet lips against his shaft that was eager and pulsing ready to feel you.

“I behaved!” You tried to reason and he shook his head.

“You aren’t behaving now. You’re trying to run from this dick. I only have so long so unless you want to be standing outside of the airport letting everyone else see us shake I suggest you take it now, because the longer I wait, the worse it will be on you.. We don’t have toys in here kitten.” Hoseok looked up at you. Nodding your head quickly you agreed, knowing that he was speaking truth and you didn’t want to be punished later and denied orgasms on your honeymoon.

Hoseok grinned proudly, gripping at the base of his shaft, he pushed his dick into you slowly burying himself inch by inch until he was having you rested in his lap, buried inside of you to the hilt. Hoseok had been already moaning, your warm wet walls wrapped tightly around his walls, and your hips circled lightly around him, making sure he was inside of you making sure that you could feel him all. Your hands moved to grip at the male’s shoulders, slamming yourself down on his shaft immediately. You pulled back until just the tip of his dick was inside of you. He watched you moaning in pleasure as you bounced roughly in his lap, his hands moved to grip at your ass cheeks. He helped bounced you on your lap after a while, his own hips starting to meet up against yours.

“Does it feel good? Are you happy that you’re finally riding my dick you little needy girl?” He asked you slapping at your ass cheeks. He leaned close to run his tongue against your collarbones, sucking on your skin, he made sure that you had blistering red bruises on your body.” You nodded your head, bouncing as hard as you could but keeping in mind that you were in a car you had to be careful of how you fucked him not wanting anything to happen while you were on the road.

“Yes daddy, your needy little kitten is so happy her daddy’s dick is buried deep inside of her pussy.” He groaned immediately gripping at your body to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you closely he started to snap his hips up against you pounding deep inside of your pussy, the wet lewd sounds being heard even though music started to play in the car. He bit on your jaw, harshly sucking on that skin as well just trying to mark you as his dick switched angles and searched for your spot. Once your hips reacted and you released a cry of his name with your fingers tangled into his locks, Hoseok aimed for it over and over making sure he assaulted that spot with the tip of his dick, your legs were shaking and you were crying out for him, incoherent cries and a mix of his name, your eyes drifting shut as you clung to him. Hoseok let his hips go, pushing them up as fast and hard as he could growling and grunting out calling your name in between as he focused on you, moving to his limits for you. It paid off when you were gripping tightly at his hair and pressing your head down against your own arms crying out his name as you let your orgasm hit you. Your legs locked around his thighs and your pussy gripped him like a vice, keeping him close to your body. Hoseok kept pounding into you until his own shaft was ready to release, his cum burying inside of your tight space, and he made sure to push his hips deep as he pulled you down on his lap making you take all his cum. He took deep breaths kissing along your jaw, your chest heaving as you swallowed air letting your limbs slowly unlock. Hoseok released you from the tight hold letting his hands rub up and down your back soothingly as he kissed on your face.

“We may be done now, but I don’t think I fucked you hard enough. I’ll make sure to redo when we get to our destination. Let’s hope you are a good girl because I have no problem finding out ways to bury my fingers deep inside of your pussy on this plane, princess.” He warned and you nodded, holding onto him, deciding in your mind if you should act out or take heed to his warning.


The Preacher’s Wife is my favorite Christmas movie. Denzel Washington is basically in love with Whitney Houston and that’s a world I want to live in.

Plus the soundtrack is basically a Whitney Houston Christmas album.


245: Jack and the Strangers

Once upon a time Jack was visiting his kinfolks down in Greenbrier Holler. Every year, in the dead of winter, Jack’s aunt and uncle would have a big party at their cabin to fight off the cold, and they would have all the families from the holler over for a night of eatin’ and dancin’ and general merriment. 

Well the much anticipated night rolled around again and Jack’s aunt and uncle’s cabin was full of kin and friends from all around the hills. Despite the snow and bitter cold a band showed up to play, and folks were dancin’ and having a good ole time when all of a sudden a knock comes at the door. Jack went over and opened the door and an old man stood there holding a banjo in one hand and an old rucksack in the other. “How do sir?” The old man asked. “Couldn’t be better if I was in a barrel of gold!” Jack replied. “If you would permit me,” the old man said, “I’d play you this here banjo for some food and a bed to rest my head? 

Well Jack was the kind of person that would give a polecat a bed to sleep in, so he brought the old man into the cabin, sat him down by the fire, and loaded him up a plate of beans and cornpone. “Everyone!” Jack yelled, “Our guest is gonna play us a song.”

The crowd quieted down while the old man warmed the skin of the banjo beside the fire. He strummed a few notes then started playing just about the prettiest song Jack had ever heard. 

Well pretty soon Jack was starting to feel sleepy. “It must have been the good food and good dancin’.” He thought to himself. So he leaned himself up against the wall to listen to that pretty ballad plucked by their guest. “I’ll just shut my eyes a spell.” He thought, and as his eyes closed he saw everybody else in the room start laying out on beds and couches and some people were flat out on the wood floor. Everyone hushed up and started dozin’ off. 

The old man sang some words, but Jack could barely make them out:

This song I…yer head…fine…yer house…yer gold…

Jack woke up suddenly to the smell of a fire, and looking around folks were in a tizzy running out of the smoke filled cabin. Jack jumped up and ran out into the yard with the rest of his folks. It was broad daylight outside, “We must have slept through the night!” Jack said to his aunt. Jack’s uncle said it must have been that stranger that they’d invited in, but Jack and his aunt hushed the man sayin’ it was always bad luck to turn away a stranger. 

A year passed by and the party night was here already. Jack and his kinfolks had lit the bonfires and were celebrating with plenty of food and dancin’ in his aunt and uncle’s brand new cabin. Just as Jack started dancin’ with pretty Margaret from up the holler, a knock came at the door to the cabin. Jack rushed over and there standing in the doorway was an old beggar woman carrying a reed flute in one hand and a worn out potato sack in the other. “A fine night sir!” The old woman said. “A fine night!” Jack replied. “If you would permit me,” the old woman said, “I’d play you this here flute for some food and a bed to rest my head?”

Despite the protests from Jack’s uncle, he invited the old woman inside the cabin, sat her down by the fire, and loaded her up a plate of beans and cornpone. “Everyone!” Jack yelled, “Our guest is gonna play us a song.”

The old woman took out her long reed flute and started playing the prettiest melody Jack had ever heard. Pretty soon he and the other guests were plumb tuckered out and everyone took a seat on chairs or on the floor. Some lay out under blankets, others piled up in the corners of the cabin, pretty soon everyone was fast asleep. 

The old woman started to sing some words, but again Jack could barely make them out:

This song I…yer head…fine…yer house…yer gold…

Jack woke up to a similar scene as he had the year before. The cabin was all full of smoke and everyone was running around like headless turkeys trying to get out of the place. Out in the yard Jack’s uncle was a-ravin’ and a-rantin’ about the stranger they’d dare let into their house again. Jack’s aunt hushed the man up telling him that no one should be left out in the cold. 

Well Jack helped his aunt and uncle build their cabin again for a whole year. They were fast approaching the party night and Jack was sure to not let anything bad happen this time. So he went up the holler to old Mr. Green’s cabin. Everyone said that old Mr. Green was a witch but nobody ever dared call him that, and Jack always figured the man was probably just more wise to the ways of the world than anybody else was. 

Jack told the old conjurer about what had happened the last two years and Mr. Green told him not to worry then handed him an old hatchet. “What’s this for?” Jack asked. “Jack,” Mr. Green replied, “you make sure your aunt and uncle has their party, and when that beggar comes to the house you let them in, feed them, set them there by the fire, and when they play their song you hold that hatchet up to your head and it will make sure you won’t fall asleep, but you have to close your eyes and act like you’re asleep like the others.” 

Jack took the axe and knew exactly what he had to do. He rushed back to his aunt and uncle’s cabin and set them to cleaning and cooking for the party they were sure to have that evening. 

Around midnight and everyone was a-rompin’ and a-dancin’ and having the nicest time, when there come a knock at the door to the cabin. Jack rushed over and there in the doorway stood a little orphan child with a fiddle in one hand and a handkerchief sack in the other. “Please sir,” the child said in a soft voice, “if you’d let me, I’d play you this here fiddle for some food and a bed to rest my head?” 

Jack just smiled and brought the child into the house. He sat him right there by the fire, and gave him plenty to eat just like Mr. Green had said, then quieted everyone in the cabin down. “Go ahead and play somethin’ fer us.” Jack said. 

The orphan boy took out his fiddle and started playing the nicest, prettiest song any of them had ever heard, and as the crowd started getting sleepier and sleepier Jack quickly sat down over on one wall and hid himself behind some flour sacks. He held the hatchet up to his head and even though he had his eyes closed he didn’t fall asleep like the others. 

Pretty soon the boy began to sing and this time Jack heard the words:

This song I play,
That you may lay
Yer head on a piller fine.

Yer house is nice,
You’ll pay the price,
For all yer gold is mine!

When the boy was finished playing Jack opened his eyes just a little bit to see him taking off his skin like it was a coat, and there underneath was a strange feathery critter with a face like a possum, with hands like owl claws, and feet like two goat legs. The critter quickly set to gathering up all the coins and jewelry from the pockets of the guests asleep and snoring there on the floor. Then Jack saw him go over to where his uncle hid all the family loot tucked in behind a rock on the mantle and he pocketed that too!

Jack quietly got to his feet and crept up behind the critter while he was busy stuffing all the money and gold into his handkerchief sack. And just as the beast was about to spit fire out and burn the cabin down Jack went SWISH! SWISH! with the hatchet a cut the critter’s head clean off. 

The next morning Jack’s aunt and uncle and all their kinfolks started waking up and much to their surprise the sun was shining and the cabin was still in one piece. “This year’s party,” Jack’s uncle said, “was a mighty success I reckon!” And Jack’s aunt asked him where’d their stranger had gone to, but Jack just told her that the boy had played and played before Jack let him sleep up in the loft, then, this morning, a nice preacher and his wife came and took the boy to live at their house. 

To this day Jack never did mention that strange critter to his aunt and uncle, never did say nothing about talking to Mr. Green, nor about the magic hatchet. “Best not worry them.” Jack thought to himself. 

Isabelle. P2// Draco Malfoy x Parent! Reader.

Title: Isabelle P2.// Draco Malfoy x Parent! Reader

Request: Sequel to Isabelle?

Paring:  Draco Malfoy x Parent! Reader.

Warning(s): Sweet Draco????

Four Years Later…

“Isabelle, please put on your dress.” I muttered, annoyance in my voice as my five year old ran around the room. Mum and dad were trying to help me get my dress zipped, while I did my hair and makeup. “No mummy,” Isabelle giggled, I rolled my eyes as a knock were at the door, “Mum, please open the door.” I muttered putting my hands in my hair. Narcissa walks into the room, closing the door as quickly as she opened it, “Y/N,” she smiled looking at my dress, I looked at her smiling. “Hi,” I looked down; Isabelle came up to me, tugging on my strapless dress.

“Okay, we’re going to be late.” I muttered, pulling up my dress and putting on my shoes, “Isabelle go with Nana and Papa,” I nodded towards my parents; Isabelle nodded picking up her teddy bear and flower basket. I sighed as they shut the door. Something New? Check. Something Used? Check. Something Blue? Check. I looked in the mirror fixing my red lipstick. I took a deep breath, leaving the room. I walked towards my parents, mum handed me bouquet, I smiled at her. “Thank you mum,” I kissed her cheek.

I walked down the aisle, looking around at the black, white and red roses, all of the guests in black. I looked at Draco, standing there in his black suit, he looked at the ground, his hands in front of him as he messed with his fingers, he looked up when he saw us standing by him, mum and dad kissing my cheeks, before handing me off to Draco, I took Draco’s cold hand into mine, allowing my warm hand to warm his.

“Do you Draco Lucius Malfoy take Y/NY/M/N Y/L/N as you lovely wife?” the preacher asked, Draco moved the ring up my finger, I looked at him as a tear slipped down my cheek. “And do you Y/NY/M/N Y/L/N take Draco Lucius Malfoy as you lovely husband?” he asked, as I moved Draco’s ring up his finger. “I now announce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The preacher smiled at us, I moved closer to Draco kissing him eagerly. He kissed me almost as eagerly.

Five Years Later…

“Draco can you get the baby ready?” I yelled out of Isabelle’s bedroom, I was curling her hair. We were going to dinner at Draco’s parent’s house. Having three kids sounds like a lot of work, and trust me it is, but when they start to grow up, it’s beautiful. “Mummy, is this okay to wear?” my five year old daughter, Bellatrix, walked into Isabelle’s bedroom. Bellatrix had put on a black dress, and black flats. I nodded, finishing Isabelle’s hair. “Which one do I put on him?” Draco asked rushing into Isabelle’s bedroom, I sighed, “The black suit I laid out.” I whispered kissing him, I grabbed Isabelle’s dress handing it to her, “Please hurry and finish.” I sighed; I took my dress and put it on.

“Is everyone ready?” I yell as I straighten the collar of Isabelle’s dress, Draco came running in with the diaper bag and keys, adjusting the baby on his hip. “Ready.” He breathed. “Okay,” I nodded kissing Draco. “I love you,” he cooed when I pulled back, “Yeah, love you too.”

A/N: THIS IS REALLY CUTE AND I LOVE IT!!! Any requests??(;

call me cheesy, but i love wedding season in Texas. the boots under the dresses. barn and pasture receptions. jelly jars for drinks. tea, tooth-rotting tea, and beer. daisies in the bouquets. the boot scoot boogie. the flower girl’s all tuckered out, bless her heart; that girl really thinks she can snag the only single groomsman in That dress? bless her heart. the preacher’s wife almost steals the spotlight. Tim McGraw is there. someone’s aunt made the sheet cake from scratch. (From Scratch)