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ronwestbreeze · 2 months ago

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live in gotham they say... | birdie goes to a wedding

summary: what idiot willingly moves to gotham city of all places? you, apparently. word count: 2.8k warning: none! just chaos hehe author's note: i really appreciate the love from my first post of this! so glad y'all are enjoying it! enjoy this next one I have for you!

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It was a good thing you had a backup plan—at least, that’s what you hoped it would be. Back in high school, you started a small website for your photography business. You made some good money from it back then, so you decided to bring it back in hopes of starting a small business in Gotham.

So far, it’s sort of worked.

In a couple of weeks, you’ve had about three bookings, all for some yearbook photos at three different schools in the city. The money from it could only get you gas and maybe some dinner that could work as leftovers if you were smart and knew how to make it last.

Still living in your car though, but it could be worse!

Your photography bookings were slowly gaining traction and taking off. The next booking was for a birthday party. It was a frat boy scene, not too impressive but hey, you got some good money from it.

The next event that booked you was a wedding.

This, you were a bit more nervous for, mostly because you had nothing to wear that was close to being wedding ceremony material. So, out of desperation, you dug through your boxes of clothes until you finally found a black dress you wore to your grandmother’s funeral back in your junior year of high school. Hopefully, you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb.

Turns out, you didn’t.

The venue was a boat. Like a really nice boat. Which told you that whoever was getting married was loaded.

Everyone was dressed differently yet so rich it made you invisible—which helped with not sticking out like a sore thumb. Whatever country the groom and bride were from seemed like they knew how to dress and throw a wedding. Colors burst everywhere, the dresses were over the top yet beautiful and the decorations were bright and loud. Taking pictures was easy to do with so many sights for you to capture.

This had to be the best booking you’ve ever gotten, especially if it seemed like an A-list kind of wedding with as much security around.

At some point, you were dragged away to the second floor of the ship to get pictures of the bride and the bridesmaids.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” A shriek came from the room the wedding planner was dragging you toward.

After pushing the door open, inside there was a woman in a puffy wedding gown the color of scarlet with women surrounding her as they did her hair and makeup. Everyone here seemed to speak Spanish and caught up in their own little worlds—except for the bride of course.

The event planner guided you toward the bride, motioning for you to take pictures of her getting ready. You carefully made your way over—mindful not to get in the way of the makeup and hair crew—as you held your camera up, “Okay, can I get a nice smile from the bride—“

“How the fuck do you expect me to do a heist without a getaway driver?! What do you mean King Shark called in sick?!” You paused, the grip on your camera tightening. A heist? Did you hear that correctly? The bride to be planning a heist in the middle of her wedding? No, maybe you misunderstood…

The bride kept going, not noticing you yet. “This isn’t Big Belly Burger! He’s not gonna get fucking PTO…” The bride trailed off once she did finally notice you and your camera. She had a phone to her ear and her eyes were wide. Oh shit. “Aw, shit…”

Shit, she knows you overheard her. Why the hell was she planning a heist in the first place—not the point. But this made you a suspect, right? What if the police got involved—what if she’d have you killed for knowing about the heist? How did this already turn to shit?

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Waiting to see what the other would do first.

“Harls? You good?” A woman’s voice came from the bride’s—Harls—phone. The woman was probably her other crew for the heist—shit, she was going to send them after you, wasn’t she?

Think, think!

“Yeah…” The bride sighed as she reached under her dress. You blanched when you saw it was a gun. “Montez might’ve sent a little birdie—yes, don’t worry, I’ll handle it! I haven’t screwed it up yet!”

“¡sonríe para la cámara!” You blurted before taking her picture with the flash on.

She hissed, throwing her head back in surprise, “Ow!—The little birdie blinded me!—Yeah well, it hurt my eyes so shut up, will ya?”

Quickly, you moved to get pictures of the bridesmaid, repeating the same line in Spanish, hoping to show that you couldn’t speak English and totally didn’t hear or understand anything she had said about a heist or a getaway driver, before dashing out of the room to get back to the deck.

You blended in with the rest of the guests and photographers, making sure to keep your head low and unnoticeable. But of course, you just had to notice more strange things.

The security guards standing by were all holding guns, almost as if ready to shoot anyone who would step out of line. Then there were some of the guests. Most of the men were tatted and drenched in gold chains and expensive-looking watches. The gold didn’t stop at the men but even the women were decked out in more expensive-looking jewelry. Some were even smoking cigars as they stepped straight out of The Godfather.

First, the bride was planning a heist and now you felt as if you were in the middle of a mob boss movie. Just what kind of wedding was this?

“You’re living in your car. You’re living in your car.” You murmured to yourself, trying to calm your nerves.

Suddenly the groom came down the aisle and everyone gathered in place. The distant waves of the water and the organ playing set the mood of the wedding. You snapped pictures of the bridesmaids and groomsmen walking down the aisle and snapped a few more pictures of the guests before finally the bride came out.

You subtly hid yourself behind a nearby security guard, hoping to stay out of sight as she came down the aisle. She was very pretty, that much was clear. Some of her pale blonde hair was highlighted with blue and pink and her scarlet wedding gown trailed along the floor behind her as she walked. But she seemed quite distracted, her head snapping back and forth as if she were looking for something—or someone.

Shit, was she still hoping to take you out? Maybe you’re Spanish was a bit rusty after all.

Fortunately, you weren’t the one she was worried about.

By the time she got to the end of the aisle, the minister began the officiation—and yet you couldn’t stop noticing strange things as the ceremony went on.

Some of the security guards started blocking the entrances. Some of the guests began fiddling with their holsters that were conveniently hidden under their coats and dresses. Then there was the fact a few chairs were empty of a few guests a few thuds were coming from outside the double doors the security guards were standing in front of.

You were suddenly all too aware of the way the boat was slightly rocking. All your life, you’ve never been one to be seasick but your stomach was twisting up into all sorts of knots at the moment. You could legitimately throw up from being so anxious.

God, you really hated being observant.

“Harley Quinn, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked, snapping you back to the ceremony.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” The bride—Harley—shrugged distractedly whilst her eyes kept dancing around the room.

“And Gabriel Montez, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

You furrowed your brows at that point. Why was the minister speaking English?

Harley seemed to notice this as well. “Aw, shit.”

The minister closed the bible, “Then I hereby pronounce you—UNDER ARREST!”

And just like that, the whole room broke into utter chaos. The minister removed his fake beard and robes to reveal he was a cop. A few of the security guards did the same. You ducked under a nearby table as soon as the guns were out, the cigars were put out, and bullets went flying.

The bride, Harley pulled out two guns and joined in the gunfight. “Secure the goods! Secure the goods! We’ll get our own fucking getaway driver!”

You had to get out of here fast.

Taking a risk, you crawled from under the table and toward the double doors leading out of this chaotic room. A body had dropped next to you, causing you to yelp and look away before you could see the blood and the lifeless eyes from them. You just kept going, no point in stopping or looking back. Everyone was distracted, you wouldn’t waste your chance of escaping.

Once you got to the double doors, one of them slammed open—nearly smacking you in the face in the process—as a few more security guards rushed in to join the chaos. You took that chance to dive through the door right before it closed, muffling the shouts and the gunshots. Stumbling to your feet, you didn’t hesitate to run.

It took a moment for you to find the path leading down under the boat where are the escape baots were. That’s the one thing you remembered when you were given the tour. There were for emergencies and you were pretty sure this counted as one. But finding it was the biggest relief. They were all either lifeboats or motorboats. And wanting to get to land faster, you went for the motor boat.

Quickly, you searched for the emergency latch and pulled it down, creating an opening wide enough for you to take one of the boats and escape. You leaped onto one of the motorboats, making sure to untie it from the anchor.

“Freeze!”

You yelped and glanced over our shoulder, seeing a cop a few feet away, pointing a gun straight at you.

Fuck.

“H-Hey! I’m not a part of this! I’m just the photographer!” You tried while raising your hands as the cop drew closer, his gun never wavering.

“Slowly, get out of the boat.” The cop ordered making your heart drop.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Carefully and slowly, you got out of the motorboat, “There must be some mistake—I swear I have nothing to do with the heist, I swear!”

The cop then narrowed his eyes, “Oh yeah, then how did you know there was even a heist if you’re just a photographer?”

You paused and realized your mistake. Okay, that one was on you.

“Alright, that’s a fair point.” You grumbled, hands still raised.

The cop never lowered the gun, “Step away from the boat. You’re coming with me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly stepped away from the boats. “Please—this is all just some misunderstanding—all I do is take pictures—um, do you have to point the gun at me? Uh…No hablo ingles?”

“Just shut up already and stand still!”

“…Que?”

Now he was pissed—which granted was your fault. “Alright, kid. One more word out that mouth of yours and I’ll—“

A gun went off and the cop fell forward. You screamed as his body fell into the water. Now a new gun was pointed at you, this time with the bride—Harley Quinn—on the other side of it.

She grinned at you, “I knew you could speak English, little birdie!”

Your hands were still raised while you trembled, “To be fair I panicked and I really didn’t mean to overhear your heist plans—I’m just a photographer here trying to make a living so, uh, please don’t kill me. I won’t tell anyone, seriously—“

Distant voices and footsteps drew near, causing Harley to groan and suddenly push you into one of the motorboats. “Enough yapping and more running!“ She dumped a duffel bag onto the boat which landed with a heavy thud with clinking sounds coming from inside it. No doubt that was the stolen goods.

“Wait, what are you—“ You furrowed your brows as she was tearing the skirts of her wedding dress.

Harley sent you a glare with wide eyes, “Whatcha waitin’ for? You wanna go to the slammer or do you wanna escape and be a free birdie, birdie?!”

“Not with a criminal!”

“Gasp! I’m hurt! And here I thought we bonded for a moment!”

The cops were drawing closer. You glanced toward the dead cop floating in the water, knowing that if they saw that and you were in the boat with Harley, then you were as sure as dead.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Tick-tock, little birdie!” Harley shouted as she loaded more bullets into her guns.

With that, you quickly adjusted your camera and quickly turned the engine on. The footsteps were getting closer and Harely clicked her guns into place.

Shit, shit, shit.

The first few cops came down, guns pointed. “Stop right there—“

You slammed on the pedal and steered the motorboat out of the underboat just as Harely started blazing bullets toward the cops.

“HAHA! Too slow!” Harley stuck her tongue out as she continued shooting at the cops the more they got further and further away from the boat.

Night had fallen and the air was cold despite the warm spring season. Gunshots echoed through the distance but you tried your best to drown it out while steering the boat away from the chaos. Though, of course, chaos itself was on the boat with you.

“Wow, you’re good at this! Have ya ever been a getaway driver before?” Harley asked once they were further away out of range of the cops and gunshots.

You swallowed, shivering slightly from the cold. “No—I mean, I’ve driven a boat before but I’ve never done this. Boat racing doesn’t count, does it? Then again, I’ve never helped a criminal escape from the police—am I going to be wanted now? Did they see my face? Oh great, not even a couple of weeks into here and I’m already being chased by police—there aren’t going to be flyers with my face around town are there? I just wanted to get a job and a little apartment, not go to jail—“

“Wow, you’re a yapper, huh?” Harley laughed as she leaned against your shoulder. “Well, welcome to Gotham, suga, it ain’t getting any prettier from here.”

You frowned and glanced toward her, “Uh…thanks?”

Eventually, a beach came into view as you steered the boat toward it. Once you had gotten to shore, Harley leaped out of the boat with the bag of stolen goods, “You should probably get running, birdie. Them coppers are persistent little fuckers.”

Just as she said that you heard the distant sirens stirring you to quickly scramble away from the boat and rush along the beach. Harley ran in one direction while you ran in another.

“See ya around, little birdie!” You heard her call and could practically hear the grin in her voice.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you found your parked car and let out a huge sigh of relief. Only to groan when you realized that you wouldn’t be paid after all of that bullcrap. So much for a guaranteed buck. Maybe no more weddings for now—especially ones on boats.

You took your camera and placed it safely back in its case when you suddenly felt something heavy in the pocket of your dress. Hesitatingly, you dug into your pocket and took out the heavy object—only to gasp.

In your hands was a gold watch—one of those watches you’d seen those older tattooed men wearing at the wedding. How it got in your possession you weren’t sure….

A flash of Harley’s grin was imprinted into your mind and you gripped the watch.

You could return it. That would be the right thing to do.

But then again, you went through hell just for a photography job. And you needed another meal to last you more than a couple of nights.

Technically…you didn’t steal it.

And technically, you could look at this as your paycheck.

In the corner of your eye, there was movement. You thought someone had caught you as you quickly pocketed the watch away and looked toward the movement.

Only you saw a cat sitting on the hood of one of the nearby cars, its indigo eyes staring in your direction curiously. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

At some point, you pulled out of the parking lot. At some point, you drove past the police cruisers who didn’t spare you a second glance. At some point, the watch ended up back in your pocket and you didn’t think twice about it then.

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hotreadingwitch · 11 months ago

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Bucky x Reader - Whiskey & Wine

Content Warnings/Kinks: OMEGAVERSE-ish, arranged marriage, praise kink, alpha kink, cum swallowing/play, choking, licking, hickeys, fingering, oral sex, penetrative vaginal sex (+ knotting), impregnation/breeding

Silent, stoic, cruel even, but undeniably 100% Alpha. Y/n had only heard reverent praise and scared whispers regarding the character of her soon-to-be husband James “Bucky” Barnes. She figured it was lower-level werewolves, ones with no real connection to him, that spoke of him this way. Maybe, though logic made her think otherwise, he was simply a kind man with a bad reputation. Surely not, but all she could do was hope…

The traditional march played as the wedding planner, a female werewolf of her future husband’s pack, ushered her down the aisle. Almost tripping on her heels, she tried her best to put one foot in front of the other. She passed her parents, the same ones who’d offered her up for the engagement in the first place, as well as members of both their packs sitting within the small church. Bucky’s back was broad, his stance dominant, powerful, and intimidating. Only when she was firmly planted next to him did he finally spare her a glance.

His gaze flicked up and down her face, as if he were tracking her or waiting for a particular shift in expression, one of fear perhaps, like he was used to seeing. She jutted her chin, packing away the stories of malice she’d heard about the man standing beside her at the alter, for sanity’s sake if not for her own self-preservation, because, though potentially cruel, he was possibly the most beautiful person she’d ever seen in her life. Her face must’ve flickered with the internal conflict warring within her because Bucky’s gaze sharpened, drinking her in like he’d sip whiskey over ice, slowly and with leisurely purpose.

Then, just as he’d finished looking her up and down, clear hunger in his eyes, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened. She knew then, flush creeping up the back of her neck, that they’d noticed it at the exact same time…the scent, the intoxicating smell. To her, he oozed of leather, wood, salt, and fire, but also, somehow, of home. His scent was so strong it was almost like a siren’s call. What she smelled of to him she did not know though it seemed he was struggling similarly. Her lips parted as her cheeks heated, almost curious enough to ask, as if the eyes of both their packs weren’t watching curiously from the church pews mere feet away.

“Ready, Alpha?” the officiant asked, clearing his throat.

Bucky’s stare was icy, causing the other man to jump slightly. It was as if he didn’t wish for the moment to be interrupted. She tucked that information, as well as the overwhelming realization of what his scent meant, away to deal with after the ceremony.

Y/n could barely focus on the words the officiant was saying. The religious component of weddings had never truly interested her. After a while, they were coming close to the end of their vows,

“…through sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part? The officiant asked.

“I do” Bucky responded, with so much certainty it startled Y/n.

“And you, Y/n’ he prompted, “do you promise to take James through sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

The arrangement between them was to broker peace between two confrontational tribes, a marriage made for her on behalf of her parents and his mother. He was older than her by maybe 10 years or so, having just ascended, becoming the Alpha of his pack when his father died. She met his gaze, feeling suddenly, for the first time as if she had a choice. It was something in the open way he was looking at her that made her feel as if she could trust him, as if she didn’t need, let anyone want, to run anymore.

“I do”

Bucky’s shoulders sagged in relief and Y/n was so fixated on the movement that she almost didn’t hear the officiant say, “You may now kiss the bride…”

Y/n’s face heated as Bucky gazed at her with nothing but pure want. The hostility they’d both had prior to meeting each other simply melted away, as did the rows of werewolves viewing the moment between them. His hand gently gripped her face, tilting her face upward. Her eyes fluttered closed as he came closer until suddenly his warm lips brushed against hers.

It was modest, controlled even, and over within seconds. In other words, Bucky’s kiss was nothing like what she’d expected. As she opened her eyes disappointment coursed through her until her eyes caught on his. That smirk, that slight narrowing of his dark gaze. He might not be giving it to her now but he sure as hell would be when a hundred pack members weren’t looking at them in their hotel room that night.

The crowd cheered as they turned toward them. Bucky’s lips grazed her ears then and she could practically hear the smile in his tone when he said, “Later…”

She blushed, taking his hand before making their way up the aisle, walking towards the big church doors and their future.

Click. The door locked behind them.

Bucky’s tall form moved towards her, easily overpowering her space with just a few steps. The hotel they’d been put up in for the night was massive, overlooking the city’s famous skyline, with a king-size bed in the centre of the space. His hand rested on her waist, his thumb caressing her skin. Even the heat from his hand through the fabric of her dress was enough to make Y/n's feelings from earlier all come to the surface. Y/n gazed up at him and judging by the way his tongue ran across his bottom lip, he could tell exactly what she was thinking about.

“I don’t want to overstep Y/n…” Bucky started, his hand still grazing her waist.

“I want you to” she interrupted, “Overstep, I mean…I want whatever you’ll give me tonight”

He cleared his throat and for a second she thought she may have misread the situation, his lingering looks, his words…his scent. Insecurity made her cheeks heat.

“But only if that’s what—“

“Shh,” his hands moved to her warm cheeks before his lips landed on hers, silencing her self-doubt in seconds. She’d normally balk at a guy telling her to shush and yet when Bucky did it her feminist cares went out the window. He kissed her fiercely then, humming onto her lips with pure satisfaction. His hands moved down to her ass as they stumbled backward towards the bed, pushing her down onto the silky sheets. He chuckled darkly as she bit at his bottom lip, dragging her sharp teeth across the delicate skin, “You’re gonna be trouble aren’t you?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be” she found herself whispering back, eyes still closed.

“And if I just want you Y/n?

That got her to look at him, to truly look, intently searching his gaze.

“Then you’ll have me” Y/n finally kissed him again, groaning into his mouth as his hands travelled across her body, “Take me, Bucky please, I need you…”

His hands moved down, checking her expression to make sure she was both turned on and willing, pushing her wedding gown up so that it sat around her waist.

“Fuck” he swore at the sight of her.

“Like what you see, husband?” She joked, playfully showing off her lacy, white panties to him.

But all she could do was gulp as his eyes darkened quicker than a rolling storm and he began to slowly roll up his shirt sleeves until they rested just below his elbows, giving her a front-row seat to his strong, veiny forearms.

“This arrangement is not—” he started only to stop and collect himself, rubbing at his stubbly chin, “You may joke about it now Y/n but the next time the word ‘husband’ comes out of your mouth it’ll be because you can’t help but scream it”

Before she could even respond, his hands were back on her, caressing the underside of her thighs, spreading her legs wide with gentle but firm pressure. She gasped as he slid her underwear to the side, hungrily taking in the sight of her slick pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me baby…” he groaned as his fingers started to run up and down her slit, “…Ruining these pretty little panties”

She whined in response, his fingers felt so good her eyes fluttered shut, her brain zeroing in on the pleasure.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she whimpered at the gentle contact, bucking her hips up to meet his touch.

“Good” he declared, his confidence infectious, turning her on even more.

“Yes,” her voice was breathier now, desire taking over her body and mind, the need to please him stronger than her will to live.

Bucky’s finger traced up from her slit to her clit, the simple motion making her shiver and moan softly. He rubbed circles around and around it, languidly, as if he could tease her pussy all day. Her slick made his subtle movements smoother than silk.

“Such a pretty pussy baby” he kissed at her inner thigh, his growl muffled as he sucked on her skin, “So fucking hot…and all fucking mine”

Bucky touched her like she was a goddess, like he believed she deserved to come again and again, as long as it was for him and only him. And she could tell it turned him on to touch her. Not only did his pants look extra tight, but his gaze was dark, and his cheeks flushed beneath brown stubble. He groaned as she ground her hips up, feeling his fingers with more pressure, making her eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me Y/n or I’ll stop touching you right now”

When her eyes snapped open, Bucky’s gaze was piercing.

He came up her body as slow as a predator, his tongue grazing her neck in a strong line, cool air tracing where he’d licked mere seconds later. She couldn’t help but shiver. The smooth lick turned to kisses, a smattering of gentleness that combatted his strong command over her pussy and made her melt into him, somehow even more than she already was.

“…I need you to look at me while I fuck you with my fingers, okay baby? Can you do that for me?” He said as he slunk back down.

“Yes,” she gasped needfully, not taking her eyes off of him.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes Alpha” she whined, pulling his hand back to her.

He slid two fingers into her wet hole, up to the knuckle, and she rocked her clit against his palm, chasing her high, taking everything he was giving to her and more without once breaking his gaze. His other hand mapped her thighs, tracing over her soft skin, almost obsessively. Her back arched at the feeling.

“So wet, so fucking tight…” his lips pressed between her thighs, causing her to gasp.

She whimpered and whined with every flick of his tongue as he licked like her pussy was coated in the sweetest honey.

“My needy baby…” He goaded her, making her groan, “Are you gonna cum all over this tongue?”

“Yes, fucking yes” she growled, gasping, “Don’t stop”

His fingers pumped, curling inside her as they did, his tongue lapping at her clit, until she was on the edge. Her body felt suspended in the air as if she was about to free fall. Back arching, she came, bursting all over his expert tongue. Only after she’d shuddered her way through the feeling did Bucky stop, removing his soaked fingers and sucking up all her juices.

“See that wasn’t so hard baby” he smirked.

“Yeah?” She glared, “Why don’t we see how long you can last being teased like that?”

Bucky’s eyes slowly lifted to hers, “You’re that desperate for my cock?” She aimed to gently slap his shoulder playfully but he caught her hand, grasping it tightly in his, “And here I thought you were a good girl Y/n…or maybe you just want to be fucked like you’re bad?”

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips. Bucky grinned fully, canines on display, before throwing her further up the bed.

“Hands and knees” he commanded, his voice thick with lust.

The time for teasing was clearly over. Y/n flipped over, adjusting herself so that she was in the position he wanted. If her first mistake was being too playful, then her second was looking back over her shoulder just in time to see Bucky unzip his pants and pull out his giant cock.

“It’s too big Bucky…” she whined at the sight, tightening instinctively.

“You can take it baby” he stroked her clit softly between kisses on the back of her neck, warming her up again, “I know you can”

His praise made her practically light up inside. If he said she could take then that meant surely she could. To show she wanted it, she arched her back, letting out a small “please”

He spread her folds, opening her entrance to him before sliding in. She moaned at the feeling, not able to help the way her insides clenched immediately around him. Throwing her back, she was already beyond being far gone. Bucky’s hands swept across the swell of her ass, squeezing the flesh so hard she felt the action in her bones. He thrust slowly, teasing her, dipping his cock in and out of her until he was completely coated in her juices.

“Fucking soaked for me” he growled as he continued, “You've been thinking about taking my cock all night baby?”

“Yes” she whimpered and fuck, she really was a complete mess for him, putty in his veiny, sexy hands.

Bucky’s thrusts continued, speeding up slightly until she couldn’t help but beg him to go faster.

“Please…” Y/n whined, flustered by his teasing cock, “I need it…it—faster—fuck”

His hands ran up the space between her breasts from behind before settling around her neck, pulling her up so that her back was flush with his hard chest. Her heartbeat thundered beneath his palm as he squeezed, the pressure gentle but firm.

“You need what, baby?” His voice was rough in her ear, the sound of his breath so erotic she almost came right then and there, “Use your words and tell me like a good girl”

“I need you to fuck me faster—roughly, please”

If her request felt stupid to express aloud, Y/n’s embarrassment was literally fucked out of her instantly with the power of Bucky’s next thrust. Her back arched, making his cock hit deeper and causing her to gasp. He slammed into her relentlessly and when she looked back he had that feral grin on his face again. It was like he needed it like this, hard and fast, too.

“Bucky…” she whimpered, the noise garbled in her throat.

“Yeah, say my name baby, fucking scream it” he growled, his voice both intimidating and warm.

She clenched tighter around him, moaning at the intensity of the feelings her body was experiencing. He nudged her legs farther open with his knee in response, pushing deeper, eliciting another rumbling groan from her.

“…Right there” she whispered breathily as his groans of pleasure tickled the shell of her ear, turning her on even more.

He thrust and thrust and thrust, pushing so deep into her she thought he’d break her. But she didn’t break, in fact, she felt that with Bucky she probably never would. Moaning she bounced her hips back, driving into him, her pussy practically grabbing him and pulling him further inside. Her mind was turned on by Bucky sure, but her body, that was another thing altogether. She seemed to be having a reaction to him that even her mind couldn’t control. It was something deep within her that was attracted to Bucky, something both restless and needy and cellular.

Logically, she knew he must be her mate. Logically, she knew that having a mate, having sex with a mate, was explosive. What she didn’t know was just how explosive it would truly be.

“As soon as I smelled you, I knew you belonged to me” he groaned, his thrusts puncturing each sentiment, “Sweet wine, berries in the summertime…Perfect, you’re fucking perfect for me Y/n”

“I feel—“ her breathing became more and more laboured with each thrust, “—the same way”

His strong hand, gripped her face, tilting her lips backwards to meet his. Their kiss was passionate and full of all the things they both wanted to say. But they’d found each other, by a stroke of luck they had, and that was all that mattered. Words could wait.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening even more, “You know what’s about to happen, baby?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, telling him that she understood before whining, “Please..”

Y/n could feel it swelling beneath her but it didn’t scare her, if anything it made her want his cum more. The need to have him filling her was so intense, her pussy clenched harshly around him. With any other man her tightening that much would surely push him out but not with Bucky, not with her mate. She could feel his knot, his wet lips on her neck, his hand reaching down to flick at her clit, each pleasure making her gasp. Bucky was everywhere but more importantly, he was everything.

“Squeeze me, yes—fuck” he growled in her ear, “Taking me so good—taking all this cum for your Alpha”

“Yes, yes, yes—shit” she chanted, her body blissed out as the waves of her orgasm began to wash over her, “Please don’t stop”

“I won’t baby, never”

It was Bucky’s lust, his confession, and his confidence in their future together that sent her fully over the edge.

“Fuck” he breathed in a harsh breath as her pussy started to milk him.

She breathed in deeply, holding it in her lungs as the pleasure washed over her, making her body twitch and her back arch. And Bucky held her through it all. His hands roved over her with reverence, taking in her perfect form as it writhed before him as if he was in awe of his skill and how he was able to make her feel that good.

Only when she’d finally finished and he’d deflated, did he pull out of her. She knew then that, after this experience, they’d never part. They’d needed to fuck it out and now the rest of their lives would be better for it. His lips met hers before he began tracing her warm skin, planting kisses in the wake of his gentle fingers.

“You know…” she started, blushing as she immediately caught his focus, “You told me what I smelled like to you but I didn’t tell you what you smell like to me”

“And what do I smell like?” He smiled playfully, eyes still soft and hazy from his orgasm.

“Home”

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Writing a Wedding Timeline

Wedding Day Timeline - (also known as a day-of event schedule) a detailed schedule of events for your wedding day.

Wedding Schedule

Here are some factors to consider when putting together your wedding day timeline:

Get familiar with how much time each activity takes. Use sample timelines (like the ones below) to learn how long each wedding day activity typically takes. This will help ensure that you allot enough time for each activity. Talk to your wedding photographer to nail down a shot list. They should be able to provide a time estimate for each photoshoot and how best to take advantage of natural lighting. Your caterer, likewise, can provide crucial input on scheduling.

Get a head start. Your wedding schedule can start several days before the wedding date if necessary. For example, some people throw events leading up to the wedding day itself, like a rehearsal dinner or family brunch. Include these events in your timeline to get a comprehensive view of your wedding weekend.

Account for travel time. If you’re planning a destination wedding, be sure to include relevant flight and shuttle estimations in your timeline. If you’re planning a local wedding, but plan on navigating to various sites throughout the day, include those travel times as well. For example, if your bridal party is getting ready at an off-site location thirty minutes from the ceremony location, include the thirty-minute drive in your timeline.

Be as specific as possible. Rather than glossing over events with catch-alls like “wedding ceremony,” “cocktail hour,” and “wedding reception,” break down events into specific moments. For example, the wedding reception could include the wedding party entrance, the newlyweds’ grand entrance, a welcome toast, first dances, cake cutting, bouquet toss, garter toss, and a grand exit—the specifics are up to you.

Practice and adjust. “Everybody asks me, ‘Do we have to do a wedding rehearsal?’” wedding planner Mindy Weiss says. “The answer always, forever is ‘yes.’” A rehearsal ensures everyone knows where they need to be when, allowing you to stick to your timeline.

Pre-Ceremony Timeline

Depending on the size of your wedding, there might be plenty to schedule before the ceremony start time. Here’s a sample timeline:

Couple and wedding party get ready at 8:00 a.m.: Depending on the size of your wedding party and the complexity of your looks, hair and makeup can take several hours. Talk to your hair stylist and makeup artist to get an idea of how much time to budget. Remember to take a break for lunch at around 11:00 a.m.

First look at 1:00 p.m.: “There’s so much decisions about the first look,” Mindy says. “What is the first look? That is the first time you are seeing your partner that day. Some of my clients . . . want to do the first look—no matter what—when you're walking down the aisle. There are other clients that would like to do the first look earlier, for many reasons. They may be getting married later, so there’s not enough light. They want to get their pictures done [sooner], so they can enjoy the cocktail hour. Whatever your preference is, it must be captured.”

Pre-ceremony photo shoot with wedding party at 1:30 p.m.: Once your wedding party fully dresses up but before guests start arriving is when you can take photos. You may also want family members included in this photoshoot. “Often, we have the children come with the family so that they don’t get too tired,” Mindy says.

Pre-ceremony refreshments at 1:45 p.m.: Having refreshments available before the ceremony is a nice way to welcome your guests. “Often, we do not feed the guests at this, but we do offer them a nice cold drink, lemonade, if it's snowing out, some hot apple cider,” Mindy says.

Wedding Ceremony Timeline

“[In] current times the [couple] has really been customizing their ceremony based on what they feel they should include,” Mindy says. “As far as the order, it’s different for each ceremony.” Here’s what your ceremony timeline might entail:

Ceremony starts at 2:00 p.m.: Religious wedding ceremonies can take much longer than one hour, but the average secular ceremony can conclude in as little as fifteen to thrity minutes. “If you’re getting married . . . at a house of worship there are very definite rules that we have to follow,” Mindy says. Whether or not your ceremony is religious, Mindy adds, “it’s great to involve your officiant in designing your own service.”

Officiant and witnesses oversee signing of the marriage license at 3:10 p.m.: Your marriage license makes your marriage official. “The person that you choose to officiate your wedding is a very important decision,” Mindy says. “Not only does this person repeat vows, repeat prayers, repeat stories about the two of you, but they become instrumental in actually bringing the two of you together.”

Family photos and cocktail hour at 4:00 p.m.: While you pose for family portraits and take photos with your bridal party, your guests could enjoy appetizers and a drink before the reception begins. “That’s typically an hour,” Mindy says. “Sometimes, we’ll have a wine-tasting bar, which is great if you’re having a soft bar, and there’ll be somebody behind there who can really introduce the wine.”

Wedding Reception Timeline

The wedding ceremony has ended and now it’s time to celebrate. Here’s a template of a wedding reception timeline:

Wedding reception begins at 5:00 p.m.: “They’ve eaten; they’ve had a drink. It’s time to go in for the reception,” Mindy says. “We give them about fifteen minutes to all get in, find their table, get settled.”

Grand entrance and couple’s first dance at 5:15 p.m.: “We grab the couple,” Mindy says. “They come to the dance floor. They do their first dance. Often we invite the family or parents to join, and then we invite the wedding party and then everybody up there. So we have a captive audience, and everyone’s dancing.”

Welcome toasts at 6:00 p.m.: After the first dance, “we invite the guests to sit down,” Mindy says. “Sometimes there is a person of worship there that may do a blessing before they serve the first course.”

Dinner starts at 6:30 p.m.: If there will be toasts during the meal service, communicate your timeline with your caterer. “You want to avoid people serving food during the speeches,” Mindy says. “Not only is that rude, but it’s noisy. So let’s try to avoid that.”

Wedding party toasts at 7:35 p.m.: “My favorite part,” Mindy says. “I would do the . . . main host speech right after dinner. Because it’s nice that they can invite up [one of the couple] to dance after their speech. It’s very heartwarming.”

Dancing at 7:45 p.m.: “After that, it’s dancing,” Mindy says.

Cake cutting at 8:30 p.m.: “It’s time to cut the cake,” Mindy adds. “That’s a great moment for the couple to speak, say your thank-yous, not only to the hosts . . . but also to the guests who have traveled and have joined you in your celebration.”

Open the dance floor at 9:00 p.m.: Some of the best memories spawn on the dance floor. Make sure the videographer sticks around so you can remember the night forever.

Grand exit at 10 p.m.: Assign someone to prepare the getaway car for your send-off. Distribute sparklers to your guests for the classic, grand finale photo. Some wedding venues have a cut-off time that you will have to schedule around.

After-party at 11:00 p.m.: “Most recently, we have gone into after-parties, late-night food,” Mindy says. “This consists of greasy, junky food to absorb all of the spirits that you have consumed in the last five hours. It’s very optional. It’s not budget-friendly. But if it’s important to you, it’s really a fun addition to your celebration.”

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call it what you want ✨ part 7

Harry’s starting to feel the pressure..

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, best friends to lovers, angst, smut, f receiving, secret relationship

The past few weeks did not play out in your favor. You were only able to see Harry a few times, and each time was shorter than the previous one. It was almost like the world was working against you, instead of for you. One of your mutual friends, Heidi, was getting married this weekend so there have been a lot of things going on. Last weekend, you went on the bachelorette trip. Her fiancé was not really close to Harry, so he opted to not go on the bachelor’s trip. Besides, he had a ton of stuff he had to do regarding his internship. He got an easy excuse, you didn’t have that. You were a part of the wedding party, so you felt obligated to go. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to celebrate, it was solely the fact you were spending yet another weekend away from Harry that you hated.

Now, it’s finally the night of the wedding and you were excited. Of course it was a celebratory night for your friend, but it was also the night you were finally free to see Harry. You knew that once the wedding was over, you would be going with him - most likely to his place. Of course, he made sure to let you know that you had no choice. He was sick of being away from you, and he was craving your company.. as well as the intimacy.

The wedding ceremony was being hosted at a pretty chapel. You were waiting patiently for the service to start, as was Harry. He was sitting next to your other friends in a pew, waiting to see you enter the room. Sure, he was happy for Heidi, but he was more concerned with you.

“Alright, everyone. We’re about to start!” The wedding planner, who was a relative of Heidi’s, announced with a big clap.

You perked up, thinking about how quick this will be. You were desperate to see Harry. You could hardly text him today. You were getting ready, taking photos, and helping with last minute things before people arrived. Your phone was put away in your bag and you were unable to answer it. Harry hated being away from you, but he was trying not to be selfish. Heidi was a close friend of yours, more so than she was to him, and he knew this was an important event. It wasn’t about him.

Before you even realized it, you were walking down the aisle with your arm locked with the groomsman you were paired with. It was the groom’s cousin, but you didn’t know him. Your eyes struggled to stay ahead of you as you fought to not scan the crowd for Harry. The chapel was filled to capacity, and you had no clue where he was sitting. You ignored the thought and stayed focused.

You were second to last in the wedding party, so you weren’t going to be able to look around for very long. You took the opportunity and searched the bride’s side of the chapel for Harry. You were starting to gain a little nervousness in your stomach as you struggled to find him.

Finally, after a solid minute of searching, you locked eyes with him. Unfortunately, you caught his tense stare and clenched jaw before he could make it disappear. He smiled as he realized you were looking at him. You gave him a gentle one in return, but a new fear was forming in your mind. Why was he looking that way? Did you do something? Surely not, you hadn’t seen him in a few days and you didn’t have any kind of fight.

Harry had made the face when he saw you come down the aisle with your arm around someone else’s. He wasn’t upset with you, he was just jealous that someone else was getting to touch you before he was - even though it wasn’t in any kind of serious, intimate, or meaningful way at all. He missed you and he was impatiently waiting to put his arms around you. That guy just ticked him off a little.

Thankfully, the ceremony went by pretty quickly. You tried to keep your mind off of Harry and on the bride and groom instead. It was a special day for your friend, she deserved to have your full attention. Harry, though, kept his eyes on you the entire time. He liked the way the light sage green color of the dress complimented your skin. The straps were thin, they were delicately laying over your shoulders. It was a little tight at the waist, which gave definition to your hips. The dress touched the floor, and he thought it looked wonderful on you. He kept having to swallow and bite down on his cheek as he thought about the body that was beneath all that fabric.

Once the ceremony had ended and the wedding party exited, the guests were instructed to go to the reception venue next door.

Harry was not happy about leaving without you, but he knew the faster he got it over with, the quicker he’d be able to see you. When he walked into the venue with the majority of your friend group, he was displeased to see the seating arrangements. Everyone was allowed to sit wherever they pleased, except for at the tables designated for the wedding party. He was annoyed that he wouldn’t be able to sit with you. He would have to get over it, though, there wasn’t anything he could do to change that.

There wasn’t much he could do other than wait. So that’s what he did. He sat with his hands resting on his lap while his friends talked amongst themselves. They all couldn’t fit at one table, so they were occupying the ones around, too. Harry was sitting with Austin, which wasn’t ideal, but he had no other choice. When the wedding party entered the venue, Harry perked up. He scanned the sea of dark brown tuxes and green dresses, trying to pick you out. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw you.

He smiled as he watched you walk around some of the tables, navigating yourself to where you saw your friends were. You hadn’t seen him just yet, but you saw Stephanie standing up. You were clutching some of your dress in your hand, trying to keep it off the ground and prevent yourself from tripping. Harry wished he could escort you to the table, to help you out so you weren’t so nervous about walking - but of course, he couldn’t do that right now.

When you finally picked your head up, your moved your eyes around and unexpectedly caught his stare. Your cheeks caught flames and you decided to walk a little faster. He stood up to greet you as you approached the table. Luckily, Austin had excused himself to the bathroom and everyone else was so caught up in talking that they didn’t pay you any mind.

“Hi!” You squealed happily as your arms wrapped around his torso.

He laughed a little as his arm went around your back. He didn’t want to overdo it, so one arm was all you got.

“Hey, you look stunning.” He whispered into your ear, wishing you were alone with him.

“Thanks.” You said through a sigh, slightly embarrassed but you weren’t sure why.

“I’ve been waiting all day to see you.” He kept his voice low as you pulled away from his hug.

“Yeah, same.” You glanced around quickly, just to make sure nobody was watching. “I’m so tired of this dress and these stupid heels.”

Harry smirked, bringing his hand up to your waist almost instinctively. “You look great.”

“Harry.” You muttered quietly and pushed his hand down. You took a few steps back and slipped a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Too much.”

“Right, sorry.” He quickly apologized and sat back down in his chair, but he stayed facing you. “Do you have more bridesmaids duties?”

“Not a lot more.. just gotta sit over there.” You said while looking over your shoulder towards the table.

“Maybe I’ll get to see you again.”

You let out a breath and closed the space you shared with him. You couldn’t do anything too obvious or drastic, so you just sat your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, a disappointed expression on his handsome face. You frowned, not liking the fact he was upset. You were literally an inch from him, but he couldn’t touch you.

“It won’t be too long.. once the dancing starts.. we can talk. Just gotta do all the wedding stuff first.” You told him with a gentle smile, trying your best to convince him it would be okay, but you weren’t sure he was listening.

“Unless someone sweeps you away.”

Your eyes darted around again, making sure it was clear. You leaned down to his ear, not really caring if any strangers were watching - as long as none of your friends were.

“I won’t let that happen, I promise.” You placed a kiss on his ear.

When you leaned back up, Harry grunted and reached out for your hand. You let him take it for just a few seconds before you started to back up. He dropped it, his heart breaking as he realized you were about to leave.

“I gotta get over there before they announce the bride and groom.” You nodded your head towards your brother, who was walking back to the table. “Besides, your friend is back.”

Harry huffed as you turned away from him and began the journey to your designated table. He watched you walk away - admiring how nice your long hair looked while it was curled. Half of it was pulled back in a sparkling clip, but it all cascaded down your back. Before he knew it, you vanished in the crowd.

Harry put on his best performance for his friends while he waited for his chance to see you again. Dinner consisted of a long table of food options where the guests served themselves. He ate some of his food, but he was mostly distracted. He didn’t want to look suspicious, so he didn’t stare in your direction the entire time. The special wedding festivities were over now, and the guests were invited to go into the next room to dance and have fun. There was an open bar, and Harry was ready to throw a shot down his throat. He was tense and anxious, he just needed something to lift the edge off.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked with a welcoming smile.

“Um, shot of whiskey.. whatever you got.” He said with a sigh, leaning his arm on the bar as he waited.

He stared at the marble counter top as his shot was being poured. He was wondering where you were. Surely, there were no more photos that needed to be taken or small things that you had to do for the bride. He wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he was very impatient.

“Thanks.” He said as he took the small plastic shot glass and threw the contents into his mouth. “Can I get another? Then I’ll be outta your way.”

“Got it.” She smiled back.

He wasn’t aware that you were standing not very far from him, watching as he took the second shot and emptied it into his mouth. He decided to ask for a mixed drink, so he waved the bartender back over. You knew that sometimes he overdid it, and you didn’t want that to happen tonight. You quickly walked his way. He had already had two glasses of wine, so he was getting a bit warm. He wanted to take off his suit jacket, but he didn’t.

“Be careful, whiskey makes you a little rowdy.” You said suddenly, appearing next to him with your hand on his back.

He jumped at first, but then grinned as he realized it was just you. “Finally.”

You let out a laugh as his arms snaked around your body. Luckily, the majority of the guests were taking advantage of the dance floor - including all of your mutual friends.

“Missed you so much.” You whispered into his ear as your arms went around his neck. You felt more comfortable hugging him this way now than you did earlier. There were too many eyes on you before.

“I missed you way more.” He mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your jaw before letting you go. Despite knowing he wasn’t being observed by anyone that he knew, he didn’t want to overdo it.

“Am I going home with you tonight?”

He smirked, then lifted a brow. “Trying to get in my pants?”

“Shut up.” You gave him a gentle shove, but made sure you let your hand trail down his chest and abodomen afterwards. “You’re such a guy.”

“Look at you.” He said, gesturing to your body. “Can you blame me for thinking that way? You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up, you’re too loud.”

He rolled his eyes, then grabbed your waist to pull you towards him. “Then get closer.”

“Stop before someone sees us.” You huffed back, looking over your shoulder to make sure nobody you recognized was around.

Harry moved his other hand up and gently grabbed your jaw. He shifted your head back, your eyes finding his instantly. “Relax.”

“No.” You pulled his hand down and took a step back - you didn’t want to, but you had to. “Save all this for later.”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor. “I’ve been waiting all week to see you.”

“I know.” You grabbed his hand, the one that was closest to the bar and not out where everyone could see. You laced your fingers with his and gave his hand a squeeze. “Later, okay?”

He rolled his eyes and kept them on the floor. You were surprised that he was acting this way, but you quickly remembered he had some alcohol in his system. He was probably solely thinking about you and nothing else - not even the environment you were in. If he were sober, he would be more subtle with his touches and smarter about his word choices.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered out after you became silent.

“I don’t think you need any more drinks.” You said through a sigh.

His eyes lifted to meet yours. “Why?”

“You’re acting too.. obvious.” The lift of your eyebrows didn’t effect him, he was still unsure.

“No, I’m not.”

“Just.. please, don’t do anything too crazy, okay? I don’t want.. people to see anything.”

He huffed again, almost like a child would, but gave you a nod. “Okay, I won’t. I’ll be on my best behavior, promise.”

“Thank you.” You rubbed your thumb over his skin before letting his hand go. “Now, do you wanna go find everyone else? We can dance.”

“Everyone else?” He mumbled out, a frown covering his lips.

You took a deep breath. “Harry, we have to act normal, okay? This is no different than any other situation.”

“You promised me you’d spend time with me once everything was done.” He furrowed his brows. You realized his words had a little anger in them.

“Harry, we can have some private time here and there, but we have to interact with everyone else.”

He shook his head in disbelief, then turned to face the bar. You hit your hand against his arm but he was ignoring you. He lifted the cup to his mouth and swallowed the contents in seconds. He wasn’t a child, but you felt like scolding him.

“Fine. Then I’m going to act like everyone else.” He said with a cold tone as he waved to the bartender. She walked over to him and smiled. “Can I have some more whiskey.. on the rocks, please.”

“Just whiskey?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, then looked your way once the lady was occupied again. “Go have fun.”

“Harry.” You pouted your lips out, not pleased with how he was acting. “Please, don’t be this way.”

“I’m not being any kind of way. Just go have fun. Go dance, have a drink. We’ll worry about each other later.. at home.”

You were shocked by what he said, but you were more so disappointed in his attitude. You gulped softly and adjusted the strap on your shoulder as you walked away from him. Of course, you were upset. You wanted to cry your eyes out and beg him to stop being so mean towards you. Was it him actually being mean? Probably not. He was just annoyed, and you knew that and understood why, but still.. It hurt your feelings.

You disappeared before he knew it. He looked around, but you were gone from the room. You went to find your friend group in the ballroom, hoping that they were dancing and having a good time. You would just join them and try to forget about Harry.

Dancing with your friends was always a fun time. You felt like the last few times you were with everyone, you weren’t very active. Of course, that had a lot to do with your new intimacy with Harry. It wasn’t like you suddenly hated your friends, the anxiety of it all was just eating you up. Tonight was a chance for you to let go and have fun. You weren’t concerned with Harry right now. He’s a grown man, he can handle himself.

An hour went by without you seeing Harry again. You were mostly with your girl friends, so you were dancing and singing and having a few sips of champagne. You didn’t want to get drunk, so you just shared drinks with them. It was a fun time. Well, until you had to go to the bathroom.

You broke away from the group and headed back towards the dining room and bar. The bathrooms were through there, near the lobby. Your eyes were roaming around as you walked, just observing the decorations and the people. That’s when your attention froze on the bar. Harry was sitting on a stool, his head laying down on his arm. There was an empty cup in front of him, and as you got closer, you realized there were several empty cups.

“Harry?” You said his name sort of loud, the music was blaring through the building. You laid your hand on his shoulder blade and started gently rubbing his back. “Are you okay?” He lifted his head and you instantly felt your heart drop. He looked so sad. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

He shrugged, then looked to his empty cup. He tried to gesture the bartender over, but you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it down. You shook your head towards her, and thankfully, she understood. She didn’t come over.

“Stop.” He huffed, trying to pull his hand from you but his efforts were weak. He didn’t want you to let him go, that’s why he didn’t try.

“Have you been here this whole time?” You asked with a frown, leaning your body onto his to be closer. Your hand went down to the small of his back. “Hmm?”

“Yeah.. cause you left me.”

“Harry, we can’t.. can’t act this way in public, okay?”

“We could.”

You knitted your brows together. “Well, we’re not.”

“Go back to everyone else. Go have fun.”

You let go of his hand and quickly grabbed his jaw. You moved his head so it was facing you again. He wanted you to stay like this, to not let him go again.

“Come to the bathroom with me.”

“What?” He seemed a little confused.

“We need to talk.” When you relaxed your brows and features, he noticed you seemed upset.

He didn’t say anything, just nodded and proceeded to stand up from the bar stool he had chosen an hour ago. You knew where all your friends were, so you confidently took hold of his hand and pulled him behind you towards the bathrooms.

You thought one escape to a public bathroom would all you’d share with him, but clearly not. To your advantage, the stalled bathroom was big but had a lock on the door. You turned the lock and let Harry finally wrap his big arms around you in the way he wanted to all night long, ever since he laid eyes on you walking down the aisle. You returned his embrace, not caring about messing up your hair or makeup at this point. The wedding photos were done with, you had no reason to be so concerned anymore. Harry squeezed you as hard as he could without hurting you, and that made you feel safe. He held you like that for a few solid minutes. Everything was okay for the first time in a while.

He stayed quiet, and so did you. There was nothing that needed to be said right now. You just had to feel his body against yours. Your eyes were bolted shut, and his were, too. He felt like he was on another planet - was it the alcohol, or was it you? He wasn’t sure, but he knew it was a different feeling than anything he felt tonight.

When he finally let you loose, you moved both hands up to his jaws. He was frowning, almost like he wanted to cry. He did, but he didn’t want you to think he was a loser for crying.

“Hey, you gotta tell me what’s going on, okay?”

He shrugged. “You already know.”

“Tell me.”

He huffed, looking away from you for a moment. “I hate having to pretend. It fucking sucks.”

“Harry.”

His lips turned to a frown and he leaned down so his lips were on your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.. I know it’s not easy.” You mumbled back, letting one hand move into his hair while the other went to his chest.

“It was.. sorta easy at first.. but since we.. y’know.. I just want to touch you and kiss you all the time.”

What he was explaining to you was how you felt. The kissing situation made things very different, but it was somewhat more manageable to act normal in front of other people. Even after Harry had touched you intimately, things were easier than this. It’s different now - more than it’s ever been.

“And it’s been.. so long since we got to be together.”

“Do you remember how I was at the restaurant? We.. we can’t.. can’t be so emotional about this in public, okay? I know it’s super hard.” You pressed a kiss to his dimple, but he was too sad to appreciate it.

“It’s so hard.” He muttered out, feeling defeated from all of this. “M’trying to.. to be strong for you.. not disappoint you.”

You grabbed his jaw and pushed his head up so you could see his eyes. “I know, honeybun.”

For the first time in a while, he shot you a smile. “Honeybun?”

He was surprised by your use of a pet name. It was the first time you really called him anything like that, and he seemed to like it. His cheeks were flushed and his smile was contagious. You laughed a little while rubbing your thumb over his skin.

“You’re so sweet, hm? Just like a honeybun.”

“If you say so, peach.” He chuckled back, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

He looked down at your chest for a second, then to your lips. He wanted to suck your tongue down his throat, but he refrained. He wasn’t sure if you wanted that yet. Your hand moved to his neck, your thumb messing with his ear lobe. The feeling of your skin moving against his made his stomach churn in a good way.

“My eyes are up here.” You said suddenly, lifting his head up. He hadn’t noticed he was staring at your chest.

He let a smirk cover his mouth. “If you lean over.. you’re gonna be spilling out of that dress.”

You cocked a brow at him. “So you’re admitting to staring at my boobs?”

“Hmm.” He laughed under his breath, making you grin.

“What a creep.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Just be mindful, darling.. I’d hate for some stranger to see them tonight before I get to.”

You were not surprised by his words, and you were glad he was back to his normal self and not so upset anymore. “You’re so jealous, hm?”

“I have a good reason to be.”

“Is that so?”

He licked his lips and yanked you closer, his arm tight around your body. His mouth was brushing against yours, teasing you with every second that went by.

“Do you care about that lipstick?” He mumbled out, his lips pressing into yours already.

“No.”

His tongue practically shot into your mouth. You couldn’t resist the moan that came out as he started exploring each inch of your mouth. His hands didn’t hesitate to explore either. He was squeezing your butt with one while the other kept you pressed firmly against him.

After all these days of being unable to touch him like this, you were lost in the moment. Everything around you disappeared and nothing mattered. The world stopped spinning, it was just you and him.

“Harry.” You gasped out as he grabbed your waist on either side and lifted you off the ground.

“Shh.” He sat you down on the counter, his hands selfishly grabbing onto your body as he returned to your lips.

You didn’t protest, didn’t say a thing - just let him continue. You wanted to rip his jacket off and tear the buttons from his shirt, but you tried to control yourself and just worry about kissing him. He noticed how hard you were pulling on his clothes, though. He broke the kiss and immediately took hold of your face with his warm hand.

“I want you.. so bad.” He breathed out, trying to get his lungs to catch up.

“Not in the bathroom.” You let out a gentle laugh. “And.. not if you keep drinking, understand?”

He nodded. “Yeah.. I’ll stop, promise.”

You leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Drink water.. eat something, okay?”

“I will, promise.”

Just as he was, you were trying to calm yourself down and catch your breath. Your hand slid up his chest to his shoulder. You adjusted his shirt collar, noticing how messed up you had caused it to get.

“You look.. really nice in this.” You told him with a sweet smile.

The dark grey suit looked nice on him. You admired how the shirt was a soft shade of blue instead of just plain white. The top two buttons were undone, so you could see the chain around his neck. You wanted to strip him, but now wasn’t the time.

“We should.. go back out there.” You said after a few moments of silence.

He licked his lips and nodded gently. “I guess so.”

You decided that it would be fine if you both approached your group of friends at the same time. There couldn’t possibly be any harm in that, or so you hoped. When you came up, you immediately made a joke about finding Harry stumbling over the bar stools. There were some laughs and snide comments, since it wasn’t unusual for him to get this way at events or celebrations.

He was trying to counter your claims, which just added more laughter to the group. It was a relief to hear that. There was still a bit of anxiety lurking about, but you hoped it would pass on. Everything went accordingly for the rest of the evening. You were focused on having fun with your girlfriends, dancing and singing to the music.

Harry was more involved in conversations as he casually looked around and gave you a few glances here and there. He wasn’t drinking anymore, the goal for the night had changed. He wanted to black out and forget it all - forget how upset he was and how much he missed you. Instead, he’s trying to let some of that alcohol fizzle away so he could appreciate you later on.

Once the wedding was over and you did your job of helping clean up some of the mess, Harry gladly volunteered to drive you home. Your roommate was gone for the weekend, so the destination was your place and not his. Besides, you wanted to be in the comfort of your own bed after such a long, exhausting day. But of course he actually didn’t drive his car, you weren’t drunk from the few sips you had.

“My feet are hurting so bad.” You groaned as you finally got to sit down on the foot of the bed. It felt like you had been standing in the for days.

“I could give you a massage.” Harry said with a cheeky smile as he knelt down to your feet. He swatted your hand away and took over removing the shoes. “You’d feel better.”

“That would be nice.” You raked your fingers through his scalp as you yawned. Unfortunately, you knew nothing would happen tonight. You were beyond exhausted and you wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer. “Help me out of this dress and I’ll go wash my makeup off.”

“I’ll gladly help you out of it.” He chuckled to himself as he stood up and held his hand out for you.

“I don’t think.. I have the energy for anything.” The sigh you pushed out made him frown a little. “I’m sorry.”

He licked his lips and shrugged as he grabbed your waist and turned you around. “That’s alright. I know you’re tired.”

“I would love to, don’t get me wrong.. I just.. can’t tonight.”

There was something about seeing the disappointment in his eyes that made you feel horrible. You knew he was thinking about this all night, especially once he filled his body with alcohol. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel bad, but there was simply nothing you could do to fix it. You were tired, your feet hurt, your back hurt - everything hurt. You just wanted to relax and go to sleep.

“I know. I said it’s alright, peach.” He said in a low voice as he swept your hair over your shoulder so he wouldn’t get any of it caught in the zipper. “We can make up for lost time tomorrow.”

“Please, don’t be mad.” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make a wish or say a prayer or do whatever was necessary.

“I never said I was mad, babe.” He pressed a kiss to your back as he guided the straps of the dress down your arms.

Once it was off of your body, you picked it up and draped it over your arm. Harry was trying to control his mind as you walked across the room half naked. You put the dress on its hanger and stuck it in the closet, intending to deal with it in the morning. When you turned to face him, he was undoing his shirt and coming out of his clothes, too.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You said as you approached him. He looked up and smiled as you snatched his hand and wrapped your fingers with his. “Do I still get a foot massage?”

“Of course, peach.” He winked, making a layer of blush rise to your cheeks. “You get whatever you want.”

You disappeared into the bathroom to take off your makeup and soak your tired body in a warm bath. Harry wanted you to have some alone time, even though he was desperate to be with you all night. It was different now, you were home. There was no hiding needed or secrets you had to keep up. It was just you and him.

Despite wanting to relax, you were becoming anxious to be with him. Your bath was quick, but it was decent. You mainly just wanted to soak your muscles and rinse the day off. Your hair was pulled up on your head, you’d deal with washing it in the morning.

When you finally came back to the bedroom, Harry was sitting at your vanity scrolling on his phone. You noticed the bed was made and he had emptied your hamper. You smiled sweetly and walked over to him.

“Massage time.” You giggled.

He looked up at you and smirked. “Yes ma’am.”

“Could you also give my calves a little rub? They’re hurting.”

Harry followed you to the bed, where you sat down on the end. “Sleeping naked tonight?”

“No, I’ll get dressed in a little bit.”

“So just going to tease me then? Won’t let me take care of you tonight.. but forcing me to stare at this towel?” His grin was contagious.

“Don’t be a cry baby.” You joked back. “I promise we can do whatever you want in the morning.”

He smirked. “Whatever I want? Hm, I’ll remember that.”

Harry spent a good ten to fifteen minutes rubbing his fingers deep into your feet and legs. You kept letting out soft hums and moans that stayed circling his mind. He wanted you so bad, but now wasn’t the time. He tried to stay focused as he massaged your sore muscles. He’s always offered to do this for you, way before anything changed. He had strong hands that made your tension melt like butter. You always took advantage of his massage offers.

When he was finished, he helped you rub lotion on your legs. He pushed the towel up a little so he could cover your thighs. He tried not to peek between your legs but it was hard to avoid. After that, you got off the bed and figured it was time to get dressed.

Harry grabbed his phone and sat down on the bed as he waited for you. Just as you slid a pair of underwear up your legs, you heard Harry sigh. You turned to face him, a t-shirt in your hand, in time to see him furrow his brows. He was looking at his phone.

“We’ve got a problem.” He said suddenly, lifting his head.

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t seem to be angry, but he was definitely bothered by whatever he was reading. “Come look at this..”

You climbed on the bed and sat next to him, taking the phone. You crossed your legs and read over the text your brother just sent Harry. Instantly, your stomach dropped and you gulped slowly.

From Austin: Have you been alright lately? I saw you acting weird earlier.. like you didn't want to be around us when my sister was over there. The two of you having a cat fight? You’ve been weird about her lately.

You gulped harshly as you read over the words. You shook your head and gave the phone away. Harry tossed it on the mattress and huffed, unsure of what to do.

“You can’t reply to that.” You mumbled out.

He rolled his eyes. “I have to.”

Your heart was starting to race. Your brother never asked about your friendship with Harry. He didn’t care that you were super close. It hadn’t always been that way, but once it started he just accepted it. It was no big deal.. so, why is it suddenly coming up?

“Then lie. Say nothing’s wrong.” You shrugged, trying to stay calm. “I mean.. technically nothing’s wrong.”

“Well, he clearly thinks something is wrong.” He quickly replied, his tone was sharp.

“Who cares what he thinks? Just lie.”

He didn’t appear to be on board with what you were suggesting. He groaned and ran a hand through his messy hair. You weren’t sure why this was actually bothering him so much.

“What if he’s catching on?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his intense stare. But you kept your own eyes down and just shrugged your shoulders. There really wasn’t anything you thought you could say. What more could you do?

“Just lie to him, Harry. We lie about everything else.. what’s it matter now?” Saying it out loud brought some of that guilt back up.

You absolutely hated the fact you were keeping such a huge secret from your friends and your family, and that included your brother. As much as he pestered you, he was one of your best friends. Not only that, he’s Harry’s best friend aside from you. Lying to him about all of this isn’t ideal, but it’s what you wanted for the time being..

“If I lie and say nothing’s wrong and I keep acting however he thinks I’m acting.. he’s going to know I’m lying.” Harry started to sound more paranoid than you initially thought.

You let out a deep breath. “But nothing’s wrong. Just tell him you were tired and wanted to drink. He knows you were at the bar.”

“Yeah, but does he know you were with me first? What if he saw you?” He was quick to respond.

If anything, you had been observant all night. You knew for sure that none of your friends were around when you were with Harry. None of Heidi or the groom’s family knew you, so it’s not like somebody saw something and reported back to your brother. Harry was starting to be more anxious than you.

“He didn’t. Nobody we knew was in there, Harry. You’re being a bit.. dramatic.”

As you said that, he scoffed and tensed up next to you. Even though you weren’t touching, you could feel his body change. He didn’t necessarily want to be angry with you, but what you said sort of affected him.

“Oh, as if you haven’t been dramatic about this before.” His tone made you frown.

“I never said I haven’t been.. Why are you being so rude?”

Harry moved to the side of the bed. You watched closely, not sure if he was going to get up and disappear from your room or not. You didn’t want him to leave, especially not after you had to suffer all these days without seeing him.

“Because, you’ve been worrying about this and now it’s making me worry.” He finally spoke, his head hanging low as leaned over, his arms on his knees.

You didn’t know what to say. Maybe he was just having a hard time tonight and this was some of that lingering frustration from being apart from you. Normally, he was the calm one and you were the overthinker. You feared maybe you couldn’t help him.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Harry.” You reached over to touch his back, but as you did he shook you off and stood up. “Don’t.. don’t leave.”

“I just need a minute.” He muttered out, grabbing his phone from the bed. “I’ll.. think of something to tell him.”

“Harry.” You whispered out his name as he started walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back in a little while.”

As you watched him leave through the door, you felt a lump form in your throat. Something was different tonight and you weren't sure where things went wrong. What if you were too harsh with him at the wedding? You knew nobody was watching, yet you didn't allow him to do much. Maybe he thought you were being too serious about everything. Was it all finally coming back to bite you?

One of your biggest fears that had developed since this all started with him was starting to creep into your mind. You feared something would happen that would ruin your friendship. What if it was an argument? You rarely, if ever, argued with him before or even disagreed about things. Now, it seems more common for you to spat about something.. and each time it’s been about your situation. Was intimacy playing a larger role than you could’ve imagined? Was it truly going to ruin everything?

Tears swelled in your eyes as you sat in silence, the only noise being the thoughts racing in your head. You weren’t sure if he’d come back in the bedroom.. and you were too tired to wait up for him.

Although you were successful at falling to sleep, your anxiety was bubbling up and you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night. You reached behind you, gently patting the air until you touched his body. It was relieving to know he was behind you, even though he wasn’t cuddled up next to you. You turned onto your stomach, your elbows digging in the mattress as you battled the racing thoughts in your mind.

You and Harry had never really had a bad argument in the past, and despite the disagreement you had earlier not actually being that bad, you felt very upset. You had never gone to bed without him telling you goodnight, and it felt odd and unsettling.

A sigh fell from your lips as you grabbed your phone, wanting some light so you could see him. You opened your home screen and sat the phone on the pillow. There was a soft glow casted on him now, allowing you to see how adorable he looked. He was facing you, one arm under the pillow, his hair was a mess.. You smiled to yourself, admiring him was one of your favorite things to do. He was so perfect.

You thought maybe seeing him would make you feel better and ease some of the tension you held, but it was doing the opposite. A tear trickled down your cheek suddenly, followed by more and more as the seconds passed. Maybe you had been too rough with him earlier. He was seriously worried and anxious about the situation and your attempts at calming him must have been read wrong. It wasn’t your intention to upset him, and now it felt like you were falling apart.

You covered your face and tried to keep your crying silent. But it was difficult to stay quiet as you sucked in breaths and tried to control your quivering lips. After a few minutes, the sounds got louder and Harry could feel the bed moving slightly as your shoulders jolted with each breath. You were struggling.

“Peach?” He said softly in a groggy voice, melting your heart.

You sucked in a breath and quickly wiped your eyes and cheeks, hoping to rid your skin of the tears before he could see them. He opened his eyes and squinted, adjusting to the light reflecting off your skin.

“What’s the matter?” He realized you were sniffling and trying to hold in your tears. His hand slid onto the small of your back, a warmth you missed so much was lighting a fire on your skin. “Baby.. why are you crying?”

You shook your head and chose to drop your head on the pillow. Harry sighed and scooted closer to you, closing the small space. You grunted as he rubbed circles on your back. He wasn’t sure what time it was or why you were awake to begin with, but he wanted to comfort you no matter what.

“Go.. go back.. to sleep.” You managed to get the words out, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Harry pulled the cover off of you some, feeling how warm you were made him think you were too hot. You didn’t protest, just went mute as you waited for him to give up. He wouldn’t do that easily, though.

“Tell me what’s going on, peach.”

That word did something to you every single time he said it. You couldn’t resist the butterflies forming in your stomach or the way your heart sparked or the heat that rose to your cheeks.. every time it drove you crazy. You let out a groan and lifted your head, your puffy eyes finding his. He wished he could see you better, but you were glad he couldn’t. Whenever you cried, you would always end up crying more if he was watching. Something about it made you feel worse, more embarrassed and ashamed.

“Are.. are you.. mad at me?” You asked him a shaky tone, your voice almost broken completely.

Harry furrowed his brows and slowed his hand to a stop on your back. “What?”

“I made you mad earlier.. I know i did.”

“No, you didn’t. I was just irritated by the text.”

You huffed and let your lips fall to a pitiful frown. He hated seeing you this way. He leaned closer, his face just an inch or so from yours now. You wanted to kiss his lips, wanted to feel the magical sensations he gave you.. but you stayed still and just looked at his eyes.

“I’m not mad.” He tried to stress his words, but you weren’t believing them.

Whether he was actually mad or not was starting to slip from your anxious mind. You were more concerned about what could’ve happened or may happen one day in the future. What if you had a major blowout fight and everything came to an end? Not only would this new found romantic relationship end, but your years long friends would be ruined. Everything would shatter.. and there would be no fixing it.

“I knew this would happen.” You whispered as your eyes shifted from his worried stare.

“What do you mean?” He was still confused as to why you were so upset over what happened. Sure, it wasn’t the best situation, but he didn’t think it was this bad..

“That all of this going on between us would cause fights.”

He sighed gently and licked his lips. “How many times do I have to tell you, love, that everything will be fine?”

The thought of arguing over this yet again was enough to make you realize that maybe he was right. Maybe things would be okay as long as you continue doing what you’re doing. There was no need to go out of your way to lie or hide more than you are now, so why worry? They didn’t know, and they haven’t asked..

“Do you.. promise that you’re not mad?” You asked in a soft whisper, making him smile back.

“I could never be mad at my little peach. Promise, darling.”

Harry’s hand moved with your body as you shifted onto your side to face him. He slid his touch down to your hip where he rested his hand and gave you a comforting squeeze. You took in a deep breath and pushed it out as you realized your body was not prepared to rest.

“Great.. now m’so worked up.. I won't be able to sleep.”

Harry smiled as your lips poked out in a pout. “I can make you a bit tired.”

He moved his hand to your butt, while his eyes stayed glued to yours. A few ideas popped in your mind, but you were hesitant to say something or agree to anything. You were exhausted from the long day dealing with the wedding, and the arguing earlier made you feel emotionally drained. You feared you couldn’t handle any intimacy with him right now. Yet, you still let out a soft whisper.

“How?”

He leaned into you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Let me take care of you.. just a little bit.” His big hand squeezed as much of your ass as he could hold, wishing he could grab more.

A sigh fell past your lips. “Harry.. I.. I’m just anxious.. I don't really have the energy.”

“I’ll do the work, peach. Just rub you for a few minutes. I know it’ll help.”

Although you were tired, the thought of his fingers being lost in your underwear was tempting. Under the covers, you reached for his hand and he let you take it. As much as he was enjoying your ass, he wasn’t going to deny you his hand. He knew how much you loved his hands. You wrapped your fingers with his and let your eyes fall to his shoulder. Each time he’s touched you, it feels like the very first time. You get butterflies shooting around in your stomach, your head starts to get a little dizzy, and you have a burning desire in your body for him. It was magical each and every time. The thought of him doing it is enough to drive you mad.

Your eyes moved back to his intense stare, blush covering your cheeks. “Would you really?”

A smirk toyed on his lips. “Of course.. I love watching you cum for me, baby.”

The statement made you push out a breath and close your eyes. The little things he did and spoke were always what caused the most chaos in your body. You wanted to climb on his lap and tear his clothes off, but your body was too worn out to do that now.

“And.. and you’re okay with.. me not doing anything in return?” You asked curiously, your tongue poked out to lick your lips.

He watched it disappear back into your mouth, a million thoughts filled his mind as he darted his eyes back to yours. “Absolutely. I need to make it up to you anyway.. I shouldn’t have left you like that.”

You cocked your brow and let out a giggle. “Yeah, you do need to make it up to me.”

“Sassy, hm?” He pushed his lips onto yours and swallowed the soft moan you let out.

Harry grabbed your body, digging his fingertips into your flesh as you clawed gently at his neck. You didn’t want to hurt him, even though he would definitely not mind, so you kept your nails soft on his skin. He grunted as you shoved your other hand into his hair, pulling him further against you.

“Missed you so much, peach.” He muttered against your mouth, his tongue returning with a split second to continue exploring.

You couldn’t respond to him, so instead you just pulled on his roots and squeezed his shoulder. Soft whimpers and moans filled the air as he sucked on your tongue and bit down on your bottom lip. Your stomach was bubbling and your toes curled as the thoughts of what was to come circled your mind. You needed him way more than you initially thought you did.

Harry pushed down on your hip, forcing your body to fall onto the mattress. You whined as he pulled back from the kiss, but quickly sighed in relief as his lips moved to your jaw. He sucked on your skin for a few seconds before falling down to your neck. You didn’t want to go all the way, and he was aware of that, but he just had to make up for lost time.

You gripped his nape as he filled his mouth with your skin, creating a few soft marks here and there. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you craved him. You grabbed his hand from your waist and moved it between your legs. He hummed against your skin as he took over and covered you with his hand. You wanted more, and the grunt you let out made him smirk.

“Please.” You whispered next to his ear, closing your eyes as you patiently waited for him.

He broke away from your skin and lifted his head, his pretty eyes instantly locking with yours. He gave you a smirk and placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You pouted, silently pleading with him. He was enjoying your begging, but he didn’t want to torture you any longer.

“So warm, hm?” He mumbled as he patted you through your panties.

“Harry, please.” Your voice stayed quiet. “Touch me, please.”

He pressed two fingers over your clit and gave you a little tease. You groaned, furrowing your brows as he chuckled. As much as he wanted to keep teasing you, he knew that if he didn’t start soon you were going to explode.

“M’gonna take care of you, peach.” He leaned back so he could get a better look at you while he made you come undone.

You bit down on your cheek as he brought his fingers to his mouth. When you first started this, you were a bit shy when it came to your body. But right now you didn’t care about all of that. You kicked the covers down, making him gently laugh, and tugged up your shirt. Your chest wasn’t out, even though you were sure he’d like that.

“Hm, always so wet for me, yeah?” His hand disappeared in your panties and you let out a moan as he coated your clit with his spit and slid his fingers through your folds. “Been too long since I’ve taken care of you, hm?”

You grunted. “Too long.”

His lips lifted with a smirk. “Won’t let that happen again, darling.”

A wave of pleasure flooded your body as he began making circles on your clit. Your legs already felt week and your stomach was knotting up. You weren’t sure why you were so sensitive, maybe it was just because it was Harry doing it. When you did it by yourself, you were never this intense right off the bat. Now wasn’t the time to question it, the only thing on your mind was him.

As much as you wanted to watch him, you couldn’t keep your eyes open as the sensations swarmed your body. Harry was amazed by how beautiful and perfect you looked like this. He was trying not to focus on his growing cock. This was all he was getting tonight, and he was okay with that. A minute passed by as you got lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Talk to me, baby doll.” His voice rumbled deep and low, making your eyes roll back into your head. “Tell me how it feels.”

You were lost for words at first, and you thought it would be impossible to say anything. Somehow, your eyes managed to open and you caught his stare, but you couldn’t speak. Your lips parted as you pushed out a breath. He was thoroughly pleased with how you were reacting to his touch.

“C’mon, baby, gotta tell me, yeah?” He whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face. Everything he did was making it harder to speak.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gripping him hard while the other one grabbed his elbow. He hissed as your nails sunk into his skin. His favorite part was always when you wrapped your hands around him. Finally, you were able to speak.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasped out, your lip was quivering. “S’good.. re-really, good.”

“Yeah? Like it when I rub your pussy, don’t you, babe?”

You nodded, unable to really say anything else. He chuckled and moved his lips down to your forehead.

“I know you do, baby. Look at you, hm, coming undone for me.”

“Harry.” You whispered his name quietly, fearing that you’d scream if you spoke any louder.

“I want you to cum for me, okay? Make a mess, baby.”

It was like his words controlled your body. Your stomach rolled as your thighs began to tense up. You scratched at his skin while your moans filled the air. He knew what he did to you, knew how easy it was to guide you to the edge.

“Harry.” You pushed out his name as you came.

He rubbed you through it, humming in satisfaction as he watched your body react to what he had done to you. So much spilled out of you, it felt never ending. You pushed your hand off your forehead and let out a heavy exhale. Harry smirked to himself as he watched your eyes close and your lips fall apart. You were breathing hard, trying to catch up and slow down your heart rate.

“Feel tired now?” He asked with a subtle chuckle.

You dropped your hand and looked over at him. He was still holding onto that smirk, and it made you shake your head and smile back. There was something so wild about this, something so special and crazy. You licked your lips and just stared into his green eyes. It was evident that he was tired, but he was willing to do anything you wanted, and that included staying awake to let you stare at him.

“I’ll go grab a wash cloth-“

“No, not yet.” You snatched his hand as it came out of your underwear. “Just.. stay right here for a bit.”

You kept hold of his wrist as he rested his hand on your stomach. The feeling of his damp fingers against your skin made your heart skip a beat. It was a surreal feeling. Even though it wasn’t the first time he’s touched you, you still couldn’t believe he did it..

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ALL MINE (Ony)

"You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame. Remember the last time I made you miss your damn plane? Remember the last time I wet you down with champagne?"

A/N: Hey! I'm down bad for this man rn, lol. I've got lots of ideas for him though, so yay! Happy reading :) Inspired by @lingeriae and this post! Requests are open, too! Get at your girl.

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, Public Sex (Outdoors), Cervix kissing, Wedding details, N Word Used, Black reader in mind, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Dominant!Ony (when tf is he not in my mind), Depiction of marijuana usage, Depictions of alcohol consumption, Mild Dubious Consent; Beta'd by my besties <3

Pairing: Ony x Wedding Planner!Reader

Song Inspo: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

His eyes drilled into the side of your head, trailing the curves of your body.

As maid of honor, your dress was a little different from the other bridesmaids. Make no mistake, your girls looked good with a t on the end. You made sure of that, but you all agreed upon something more…tailored for the lady making the most moves. So, your dress was designed to your tastes and fit you like a glove. It accentuated all your assets and Onyankopon was taking stock.

The two of you had only fucked once but there was this heightened tension ever since.

During the entire wedding process, Ony had been a pain in your ass. Because he was the best man, the two of you had to collaborate on many of the joint events-- like the Engagement Party and Bridal Party mixers. He was a terrible flirt and spent most of his time trying to get in your pants. Then, if it wasn’t you, he was flirting with any lady he could. And they would swoon just as soon as Ony flashed that handsome, megawatt smile of his.

But for some reason, Ony liked the challenge you posed. The way you were resistant to his charms. Unfortunately for you, Ony was interested in you. He liked you.

You dealt with his bullshit for a good while, putting in a valiant effort because you were doing your best friend and fellow soror, Kendra, a favor. Y’all went back to diapers and stuck together through everything. You were a celebrity event coordinator, specializing in weddings, so you were doing double duty by being her maid of honor and planning the entire wedding. But shit hit the fan between you and Ony the night of the final Bridal Party mixer. The two of you got into a huge blowout fight that ended with your cute little cocktail dress torn and strewn about the floor of Ony’s hotel room, his tongue licking champagne from places it shouldn’t have been.

“You doing so good, ma.” He had whispered, fucking you into his sheets.

You ended up missing your damn plane the next morning. Needless to say, he moved up on your list of people you wouldn’t mind spending time with. But he quickly moved back down the list after he ghosted you the next day. During the rehearsal dinner, you found him talking up some girl in the hotel lounge. He made eye contact with you as he flirted with her, looking away to give her his full attention.

So, you kept it cordial and cute after that. You acted like it didn’t bother you. Did he have amazing, life-changing dick that made you want to murder him and the bitch from the hotel lounge? Yes, yes he did. But were you a classy, sophisticated bitch who successfully planned a destination wedding while being the maid of honor and dealing with Ony’s shiesty ass? Yes, yes the fuck you were.

And no nigga was gonna make you second guess that shit.

The “Lounge Incident”, as your friends lovingly dubbed it, had happened a week ago. Fast forward to the present and there you were, watching your best friend dance and act a fool with the love of her life. You were happy for her, of course, but it did make you feel a little wistful.

The wedding ceremony wrapped up two hours prior and you found yourself nursing a glass of champagne at the reception. You were pretending to be unfazed by the looks Ony was sending you from across the room. You stole a glance at him when you felt like he wasn’t watching you and…dear Lord.

His white dress shirt was tucked into his green slacks, suit jacket long forgotten, with a few of the top buttons opened. His gold chain shined at you, almost winking, as it matched the gold Rollie on his wrist. He flashed a smile to one of his homeboys and you felt your knees wobble a little. You looked away quickly and crossed the room to find your girls. They were standing around one of the reception tables talking.

“Aht, don’t bring that energy over here, ma’am!” Your friend, Chelsea, said. “That man look like he ‘bout to jump your ass.”

“Please tell me y’all not about to fuck at this wedding,” Liyah groaned.

Your girls laughed loudly and you hid a smile behind your champagne glass as you took a sip. You risked a glance back at Ony, finding his gaze already on you. He didn’t care to hide the fact he was staring at you, not even giving the young lady in front of him a glance as she spoke to him. You whipped around, clearing your throat.

“Bye, girl. It ain’t even like that.”

The table went quiet, all the girls looking over your shoulder. A shit-eating grin spread across Chelsea’s face as she raised her hand, waving playfully.

“Hey, Ony.”

Your eyes widened as his chest pressed against your back, his warmth surrounding you. You tried to pretend to be unbothered as your friends gawked with wide eyes and smirks.

“Hey, ladies.”

The smile was evident in his voice, sending chills down your spine. But you took a sip of your champagne with a neutral face, not acknowledging him. In truth, you didn’t need to. He leaned down so that his mouth was close to your ear, hands braced on the table as he trapped you against his chest. His chain brushed your neck, not helping the goosebumps erupting all over your skin. His words, low so only you could hear them, didn’t help either.

“Say bye to your lil friends so I can eat your pussy.”

He paused as you turned your head slightly, your faces close to touching.

“And stop playing with me.”

His eyebrow arched at you as he pulled back, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He addressed your friends again, setting the glass down.

“Ladies,” He said with a charming smile.

With that, he left you standing there as you slowly looked back to your friends who gaped back at you.

“Bye.” You said finally, scurrying from the reception hall as fast as your legs would carry you.

You found Ony outside the building, perched against the wall. A blunt hung from his lips as he gazed at you sidelong. You approached slowly, hips swaying with each step. His eyes never left yours as he sparked up and inhaled, exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt dizzy with need but you weren’t down that bad. Not yet.

You took the blunt as he passed it to you. You let the smoke soothe you before you exhaled. You took a few more pulls before passing it back to him.

“Take your panties off,” He said finally, after a long draw.

You tutted, crossing your arms.

“You just gon’ act like you ain’t ghost me, Ony?”

“I was wrong for that. But I'm here now, ain't it?” He said casually.

You rolled your eyes, turning to go back inside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His mouth teased yours, opening it as smoke billowed between the two of you. His arm slid down to your waist as you exhaled the smoke he gave you.

He took another pull, exhaling, before he looked back down at you.

“I told you stop playing with me.”

“Maybe I'm done with you," You bluffed. "Maybe I got me another nigga to fuck on now.”

Ony scoffed, tucking the rest of his blunt away for later.

“Aight, that’s enough of that shit,” He mumbled, grabbing your hand as he pulled you to the side of the building.

It was a more hidden spot, behind large bushes that wrapped around the front of the building and off to the side. From there, you could see guests entering and exiting but they couldn’t see you unless they were looking hard enough. Your eyes widened as he kneeled in front of you and shoved your dress up your legs. You swatted at his hands, panicking as your eyes darted around. Ony stilled, his gaze hard as he grabbed your hands and looked up at you.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Now, you were down bad.

You took a shaky breath as he released your hands, going back to bunching up your dress.

“Hold that,” He said, tossing your leg over his shoulder.

You did as he asked, taking the garment in your hands. Your body flushed with heat as he shamelessly nuzzled his nose against your soaked core, smelling your needy scent. He kissed your clothed core and pushed your panties aside, holding them in one hand as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. He moved the digit in and out, brushing against that soft spot inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” You whined, your head falling against the wall.

“Yeah, say that shit you was sayin’ now,” Ony taunted, sliding another digit inside. “This pussy all mine.”

You panted, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, as you forced out your next question.

“What about that bitch from the lounge, Ony?”

“I was gonna try what she was offering, but she wasn’t you,” He said easily, his eyes glued to his fingers moving in and out of you. “Damn, ma. You sucking that shit in.”

“Ony,” You whimpered. “I don’t want to play no games with you--”

“I’m not. That shit not an offer to me when you’re around,” He said firmly. “Now, you gon’ keep complainin’ or you gonna let daddy eat his pussy?”

“Ony--”

Any rebuttal you had became a wanton moan as he didn’t wait for a response, his mouth descending on your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of pleasure he was snatching from you. He pulled his fingers from you gently, spreading your sopping pussy wider as he fucked his tongue in and out of you.

He ate you out messily, drinking up your juices like sweet nectar. The slurping noises were lewd as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with his tongue before dipping it back into your weeping hole. His performance was drawing pathetic whines from your throat as you tried to keep the two of you from getting caught. Heat pooled in your belly as his mouth on your core drove you toward a heated finish.

Then, he stopped completely. You let out a confused moan as the pleasure waned, your orgasm evading you. The confusion didn’t last long, however, as you heard his belt coming undone. He pulled himself from his pants as he tore your panties. He hiked your leg around his waist and slid home without warning.

“Hold on to me,” He grunted, his other hand supporting your back.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder as he thrust into you. His pace was rough and deep, fucking you like he owned you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to. You muffled a scream into his shoulder as his length kissed your cervix, unrelenting as the drag of his cock against your tight walls sent you into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You so tight f’me. Takin’ me so good.”

You choked back a sob as his tip brushed that soft spongy spot, bringing back the pool of pleasure from before. Ony noticed your reaction, angling his hips to hit it over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were his own private mixtape as you keened and cried in his ear. He stretched you so good, the feeling of being this full something new and foreign to you. Ony was a bad habit, and he was making sure you wouldn’t be able to kick him any time soon.

That pool of pleasure warmed further with each snap of his hips into yours. Your quiet, open-mouthed cries built in intensity as the temperature inside you began to rise, swirling like a tsunami. You felt yourself teetering on that delicate edge and so could Ony. He picked up the pace.

“You gonna cum on your dick?” He taunted, egging you on. “You gon’ show me who this dick belong to?”

Your climax crashed over you as you slapped a hand to your mouth, muffling the sob that broke free. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as your body seized around him. He could barely pull out, opting for shallow thrusts as you came down from your high.

You sagged against the wall, trying to catch your breath as Ony pulled out. He fixed your dress and smoothed it down around the hips. He tucked himself back into his pants and dug his wallet from his pocket, fishing out his room key.

He flashed it in front of your dazed face before placing it in your hand. He pulled you off the wall, making sure you looked good before nudging you in the direction of the front doors.

“Go to my room. Third floor, 303. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked down at the key card in your hand then back to him. He sparked up his blunt again, blowing out smoke as he smacked your ass.

“Go ‘head, ma. I’m coming.”

You jumped slightly from the impact and found your feet moving you out of the bushes. You stumbled back into the hotel lobby, walking on wobbly legs to the elevators with his room key clutched in your hand. Your girl, Chelsea, was coming from the restrooms as the two of you made eye-contact. She smirked, her eyes trailing over you. She subtly adjusted the top of her dress, nodding at you.

You took the hint, fixing yours.

She went back into the reception hall without a word as you fumbled to press the elevator button.

Your night was not over yet.

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I need more angst with Kylian please ❤️

"Do you like these flowers?" You ask him.

You have different flower books in front of the two of you. You are seating on his legs, trying to pick different things.

He's a little lost. His focus is on the big windows that shows the backyard of his Madrid home.

"I think I want this ones." You point at a very nice, simple but cute bouquet. "What do you think?"

His attention goes back to you, who seem to pass how he's lost.

"I love those." he says, not really knowing what he's saying. "I think they are the best."

You smile, happy that he picks the same thing as you. You two are on the same page on most of the things.

You close the book, sending a text to your wedding planner with the things you two picked.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asks, hugging your waist. "I'll even add that bathbomb you love."

"I still need to pick some other things." You pout. "Wait for me?"

He nods. Trying to not look that disappointed. He feels like he was about to roll his eyes at how tired he is about all these plans and things.

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voguespain something borrowed and something blue can be spotted 👀❤️

kyksxjude this means the wedding is sooner than we expected 😭😭😭

bellaxy/n something blue like what? 🙄

k.mbappe ❤️❤️❤️

laminexfermin bro come to Barcelona

cr7thegoat @lamimexfermin shut up

"Miss Lamari, what do you think about this?" You ask her. "My mom says it's cute."

She examined your hair. "I think you look amazing, love." she smiles. "It's all about you."

You smile at her, turning back to the mirror. You give your hairstylist a nod, indicating that the style was the one.

"I thought you were going for your usual Ponytail." Melissa says, looking at you over the mirror.

You turn to her, shaking your head. "I know this is a little out of my comfort zone, but I feel good on this."

"And do you think Kylian would like this?" she asks.

You were about to answer, but Fayza is quicker.

"Of course he's going to like her hair. He loves everything she does and wears." she says, hands on your shoulders.

You thank your future mother in law. You knew that many things were new for you during the process of planning the wedding, but you wanted to look good and to have a nice ceremony.

You want to have the best experience ever. Kylian and you were forever in your eyes. You wanted to seal the whole thing and enjoy the rest of your life with him.

"Do you." You try to formulate the question to Melissa. "Do you think he won't like my hair?"

She sighed, "I think he would like it." she began. She's trying to explain her point. "I just thought you wanted something more traditional to you and to your style."

You understand her point. You did want something more you, but also you wanted a timeless look.

Something your kids and grandkids will look and say < oh, I want this for my own wedding >

You want to be able to look at your photo album and say that you loved the hair, the dress, the makeup, everything.

That's why you were so into Kylian liking every detail, the flowers, the food, the cake, the venue.

It was something that he was supposed to enjoy and to like as much as you. Something to mark the beginning of your life together.

"You have your interview with Vogue for the wedding special. And then you can leave for your Bachelorette Party." your mom says.

Your mom was not that, but she was also your manager. She has been since the beginning of your career at fourteen.

You nod, ready to leave to where the interview will take place. You wanted to be able to finish quickly.

You thank Melissa and Fayza for coming with you to the makeup and hair trial. You feel happy that they were there with you.

Your mom and you drive to the location. Feeling anxious because you needed to go home and get ready for your own party.

"Hey, sweet baby." Anto says.

She's the boss of Vogue Spain. When she heard the news about Kylian and you getting engaged, she immediately asked you to do a Vogue Wedding Special.

It was going to be the first time Vogue in Spain did a wedding special, and they wanted you on it.

The whole city of Paris, the whole city of Madrid and both your fans were excited to get any details of the wedding.

The magazine was supposed to be out the day of the wedding. Making it the first edition that launches the same day as the wedding.

"Okay. I need you to tell me every little detail." she says. "Go crazy." she chuckles, making you chuckle too. "Let's begin with something simple but exciting. The engament, tell me about that day."

"Oh, well." You smile, thinking about that day. You began telling her the details, how you took it, how he planned it, or how he told you he did.

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voguespain @yourusername joined us in a before the wedding intimate session to share the details of her special day.

The Family of Vogue Spain is honored to open the Wedding Specials with such an icon. Someone who has been on many of our covers.

Thank you to Y/n for opening her heart to us ❤️

Kylian reads the Instagram post you were tagged on. Liking the picture but not leaving a comment.

He's frustrated, tired, annoyed even.

It's not that he's second guessing the marriage. It's not that he's second guessing your relationship. It was the whole wedding thing.

He wanted something a little more private, but once your mother got her hands on the idea of a big wedding, it was a lost cause.

Originally, you wanted something like him. Private, and cute. But since then, your mother, his mother, and everybody else thought they have a say that's more important than his own.

He tried to talk to you. Many times where he tried to give you the hint that he's not comfortable with the arrangement of things.

You didn't catch it. You were focused on trying to make everybody happy. As a people pleaser, you wanted to be able to have your own vision and everybody's vision.

He turns to you, sleeping peacefully next to him. He smiles at the sight of you. You are his forever.

Something about the planning of the wedding feels off. He remembers how much you wanted to have a joined Bachelorette party, and now you had your Bachelorette, and he had his own.

The same with the rehearsal dinner. You dreamed since you were a kid to have something small and be able to eat home-cooked food, have some light drinks and enjoy the day before your big moment.

And that day is now a big shit show. He

He feels trapped. Is it really hard to be able to have a nice, small, and intimate ceremony with you?

The wedding was just about to happen. He was nervous because he didn't feel joy. He's stressed about you being stressed and conditioned to fulfill everyone's wishes.

Even if that meant leaving your own wishes out of the picture.

He feels numb, the day goes by, but his mind can't really focus on anything. Is that even a life worth living?

"Why are you so lost?" Ethan asks. "Are you nervous? Cause I'm nervous. " He confess

Kylian chuckles, feeling a little better about his day. Ethan always cheers him up. "I am." He says. "But I think it's normal to be nervous."

"Well, I don't know. I don't even have a girlfriend." Ethan laughed. "Maybe I'm not the right one to say if it's normal or not."

"Very smart answer."

They laugh at other jokes. Kylian feels more relaxed now. His brother was his band-aid. "Let's go out, don't let your bride wait."

He nods, smiling at the way everybody was proud of him for making you his bride. It was all a fever dream since the proposal.

They walked to where everybody is, saying hi to the people on the way to find you. You stood there, talking happy with some family members. Showing them the engagement ring.

He would kill if someone ever tried to take your smile away. The way you tell your family how you said yes. It was magical.

He was about to walk closer to you, but a hand interrupted him. "Kylian, care if I stole you for a moment?" You mother ask.

He nods, smiling at her. Even when your mom isn't his cup of tea, he respects her because she's your mother.

She walks him out of the party, someone quieter. "I want to talk to you before talking with my daughter." She says.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, worried. "Do you need help with something? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, kiddo." She stops him. "I wanted to tell you first because I feel like you would be the perfect person to break the news to her."

"Okay?" He says, narrow eyes. "Tell me."

The Cheshire cat smiled she had made him shiver. "I got her to be on a very important runway. Like a life changing one. That means that you might have to delay your honeymoon a few months for preparation." She says.

He blinks a few times. Was he hearing her correctly? "You want me to tell Y/n that we need to delay our honeymoon?" He asks, not believing what she just said. "The honeymoon she always dreamed to have?"

"Oh, she's just a silly girl with dumb dreams." You mother laugh. "That can wait. This business can't."

The way he feels his blood boil is alarming. He wants to say something nasty, but he won't. She was still your mother.

"With all due respect, I don't give a damn about any stupid runway show." He smiles, the same smile she had just a moment ago. "Tomorrow, when our wedding party is over, we are flying to the honeymoon your daughter always wanted. Point blank period."

He walks away from her, fearing he is going to say something he will regret. He tried to find you, but first he needs to calm down.

He walks over to where your father and his are. They were talking about sports so he tried to act like he was joining the conversation.

"Care if I join you?" He smile at them.

They integrate him into the conversation. He feels the relaxation fulfill him, he needed that. They all chatted about different sport conversations. Normal boys talk, his mother would say.

His father excuses himself to answer a phone call. Leaving him alone with yours. "Ready for tomorrow?"

"Too late to regret it." He jokes, making your father laugh. "I'm very excited." He says more seriously. "I love your daughter, and I want to make her happy."

"You will, son." He pats his back. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll try to find my wife before the food is served."

He stays alone at the bar, drinking calmly his liquor. He's not a fan of drinking but tonight he need it.

"Why so alone?" Melissa asks.

"Calming the nerves." He lifts his glass.

Melissa narrowed her eyes. "Why are you nervous?"

"I just want for this showing and partying to be done. I just want to take her home as my wife, that's it."

He can be honest with Melissa, she has been there for him when he thought he was alone.

"Then why are you guys doing all this?" She points at the whole party. "Why not something simple?"

He sighs. "I wonder the same."

Melissa saves her opinion. She knows she's able to be honest when she's with him. But she prefers to just not be a party killer.

They chat for a little bit, just talking about dumb things. She wants to make Kylian feel a little bit less frustrated.

"Hey, there you are." You say, hugging his waist. "I missed you tonight." You joke.

He turns to where you are, grabbing your waist and smiling at you. He goes for a lip kiss and you went for a cheek kiss.

"Sorry, the gloss." You smile at him. You grab a napkin, wiping the gloss of your lips. "Done, come here."

You grab his cheeks, kissing his lips. "Missed you too." He says, separating for a moment and then going back for another kiss.

"Let's sit down." You say, pulling him to the table. "I order your favorite pasta." You smile. "Yours is a little bit more healthy, but as good as always."

He smiles, knowing that even when he's not the most comfortable with this party arrangement. He's happy that you care enough to get his likes above everything else.

The dinner was good, your parents gave some words, his parents did too. It was nice and calmed.

His friends were there, messing with him about life as a married man, how he needs to be home earlier, his phone always in hand. Jokes like that.

"No to shit on your happiness, but I'm just here because you are my friend." One of his childhood friends says.

"What are you even on?" Kylian laugh. "Why?"

"Don't pay attention to me." The friend laughed. "Just, hope you get better luck."

"I'm very lucky. Have you seen my fiance?"

"Dude, be for real." He says, shaking his head. "I'm not talking about her appearance. She's gorgeous. But Melissa mentioned how tired you were and nervous. You aren't supposed to feel nerves."

"Am I supposed to feel what?"

"Joy!" He shouts. "My ex and I. I was a nerve rack. I'm trying to calm myself with Xanax and shit. That didn't work. We didn't work. I let her have her way to the wedding. Her mom, better say. Then it was the kids who had to be as her mother said, the schools her mother approved." He scuffs. "Don't be that one."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Don't get married. If you don't feel the vibe, don't." His friend says, patting his arm, saying a goodbye.

Kylian was left speechless. The insecurities he felt during the past few days were fulfilling his mind. He didn't want your mother or his to dictate your life.

He didn't want to grow a family for him to not even have a voice on it. He wanted for it to be you and him.

"Hey, amour." You say, interrupting his thoughts. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He nods, a little lost.

You grab his hand, bringing him into a corridor, a little far from the others. "What's happening?"

"I want to ask you something." He nods, waiting for you to continue. "So my mom and I were talking." You began.

He wants to roll his eyes, just the line he didn't wanted to hear. "About?"

"She got me to be on this very important fashion show." You say happy. You wanted that show since the beginning of your career. "I know I should be focused on the wedding, but I wanted to tell you about it."

"That's amazing, bébé." He hugs you. "You'll have the best time. And even better, you'll be so relaxed when we are back from our honeymoon."

"About that." You interrupt. "Mom thinks I need to start training and focusing on this project as soon as possible. She thinks it's best if we reschedule our honeymoon." You say, hoping he understood.

He laughs, bitter taste to his mouth. "Not going to happen."

Your smile dropped. "But Kylian, it's only a few weeks, please.'"

He shakes his head. "No. End of story."

"C'mon, we rescheduled the wedding because of the Champions League." You remind him.

"No, we rescheduled the wedding because you had this Balmain campaign. It just worked with me because of the Champions League." He reminds you.

You nod. "I get it." You calmly say. "Just, please. This last time."

He shakes his head. "It took me months to be able to get these things scheduled. The trip, everything." He says he's angry but won't shout at your or anything. "I think it won't kill you to start after our honeymoon."

You nod. "Fine." You say. "I'll let her now. Just so you know, she will be mad." You lift your hands, walking back to the little remaining party.

If only you could hear how he thinks about not giving a single fuck about your mother's opinion on his decisions. You would die.

He's stressed again. Body tensing at how the whole thing is making him uncomfortable. It's okay to feel that way, but not for this long time.

He tried to calm down, moving back to the salon. He finds only a few people left. Your parents and sibling. Your friend who is on the wedding party. His family.

"Hey, Kyks." Ethan calls him. "Come say your goodbyes to Y/n."

He smiles, walking over to where you are. He kisses the side or your head. You hug him tightly.

"See you tomorrow at the end of the altar." You whisper to him. "Bye, husband." You giggle after saying that. Making him smile.

"Bye, love." He whispers back.

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You smile at the pictures in front of the chapel. You feel like in a fairy tale. Loving how everybody looks so happy, so calm.

You smile at your dad, taking some pictures with him and your grandmother. "Let's get inside." You say.

Melissa steps in front of you. Smiling awkwardly. "Don't you want some more pictures with your mother?"

You frown confused. You've been taking pictures with your bridal party, your siblings, your mother, father and even his parents and Ethan.

She grabbed your hand, taking you inside and to the side. Ethan noticed this and decides to get closer too.

"What's wrong?" You ask. "Is it the guests? There's not that many people? That's okay, we can start, I don't mind."

You don't want to stress. Today, there's nothing that can stress you. You feel such happiness that you don't mind anything going wrong with flowers, guests, and arrangements.

"No, sis." Ethan says. "It's Kylian."

You turn your head confused. "Something happened to him? Is he okay?"

"He's." Ethan tries to find the words. "He's not here yet."

Your smile drops, and a frown of confusion is now the expression you have on you. You grab Ethan's arm, looking at the time on his watch. "But we are thirty minutes late." You say. "Have you try calling him?"

Melissa and Ethan look at each other. They, in fact, tried to call Kylian. But he didn't answer any of them.

"Mom!" You call her. "Give me my phone." You order her.

You push your way to her. Grabbing her purse and taking your phone out. You hand her the bouquet of your flowers.

You look around, finding the room where the priest changes. You grab the tail of your dress, walking there.

You close the door behind you, leaving the people calling your name. You grab the phone with shaky hands.

What if something happened to him?

What if he got in a car accident?

You thought he wasn't going to answer the call. "Kylian," you say when you hear his breathing. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm at my château." He says, shaky voice.

"Oh, God. You are okay." You smile. "Did something happen to your car?"

He can't answer. He feels his heart breaking at what he's doing right now. "My car is fine."

"Then why aren't you here?" You ask, a little louder than you expected. "I don't mind that you are late. I'm always late." You joke, trying to make the situation lighter.

"I can't do it." He says. Dropping the bomb directly. "I love you with all my heart. I just can't do this. This is not the wedding I want."

Your heart sink.

"Are you crazy?" You ask. "Kylian, don't do this to me." You sob. "Is this about the honeymoon? Or the runway show? I don't have to do it. Just come."

"I'm sorry." He says. "I love you, but I can't do this. I hope you forgive me."

The phone call ended.

You stood there, looking over the window. The chapel where the wedding was supposed to happen was also the venue where the party was going to happen.

You look at the tables. The workers finish placing the flowers. The same flowers you two picked.

You take the phone away from your face. The screen is already black. You look at your reflection, eyes full of tears.

You hear the door opening, turning to see who it is and finding Ethan. The look on his face changes as soon as he notices your expression.

"He's not coming." You say.

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