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belovedgyu · 26 days ago

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FASHION SHOW || Kim Mingyu

part 2

part 1 part 3

⚬ pairing: uni au! kim mingyu x fem!reader

⚬ word count: 5.2k

⚬ warnings: alcohol, drinking, insecure reader, body dysmorphia, internalized shame, spice/nsfw mentions and MDNI

⚬ genres: slowburn if you squint, jealousy, established relationship, uni!au ft. jun, soonyoung, dokyeom, giselle and yunjin

⚬ recommended songs for this chapter: -

- dirrty by christina aguilera

- good looking by suki waterhouse

- often by the weekend

- hotel by montel fish (!!!)

⚬ author's note:

though there is no explicit smut in this particular part, there will be in the one to follow (hence the slowburn and smut tags).

an unplanned, self indulgent drabble at best, hope you enjoy it!

The floor of Giselle’s room was a warzone of Dior dupes and thrifted designers. You were inside their muggy bathroom, trying to shimmy the denim up your hips.

Your chest thrummed with silent prayers for it to fit snug against the thickness of your lower body as the walls around you vibrated with the beats of some old Christina Aguilera song.

Outside, the girls were getting ready, still arguing about doing a last minute shopping run to the nearest market.

Connoisseurs of good fashion and well researched on the topic, almost half of their closet was shunned as either outdated, flashy or dull. Having grown too comfortable over the winter in giant hoodies, chunky sweaters and cozy cardigans, when was the last time any of you had renewed your wardrobe anyways?

“It looks good enough for a club!” You tried interjecting, popping your head out to take a look at her when Giselle complained that the shimmery green two piece set made her look like an adult winx fairy. Her fingers hesitated around the skirt she had been eyeing with disappointment.

“You think?” She asked, cocking one side of her lip in doubt, and you nodded. “But doesn’t it clash with my hair color?”

“Why the hell did you even dye your hair orange this morning in the first place?” Yunjin huffed, dropping her stiffened arms against her thighs, almost giving up on trying to salvage her ankle-wrap stilettos with glue.

Giselle gasped with near disbelief, “You were the one who helped me out! You should have told me it was a bad idea.”

“I did!” Yunjin shot back, “Like fifteen times.”

“Guys, all our outfits are gonna suck and it's gonna be too dark in the club for anyone to notice so let's not fight now…”

You groaned, walking out of the bathroom to show them the simple ensemble you were planning to donne—a decent pair of bootcut jeans, a silk cami top with thin straps which you were going to pair with a long knit cardigan.

Two pairs of eyes swept over your physicality for several seconds, hums and nods of satisfaction following close.

Their pupils didn’t go dramatically wide, nor was any exclaimed gasp of the classic “who are you and what have you done to our friend?” echoed. Just an approving nod, one which you had grown accustomed to.

It wasn’t anything mean spirited or discouraging. But you knew that most things you wore didn’t exactly leave a mark on the memory of the onlooker. You thought you liked it that way, you didn’t want people to strain their necks when you passed them.

Not because you wouldn’t revel in attention, but because you knew you couldn’t command it.

Your courage was balanced on a heap of poor self worth with a need for external validation haphazardly piled on top of it. Even the smallest compliment laced with bold flirtation, when thrown at it, could send it crumbling down.

Some people called it shyness, you called it cowardice.

Thus, when you took charge of styling yourself, simplicity etched itself across all your carefully picked out mellow colors and modest silhouettes like a signature.

“Here, wear these!” Yunjin pushed towards you a pair of heels higher than the ones you were planning to wear. “They’ll go better, you’ll look taller. And please, lose the cardigan. Makes you look like you’re going to the library to study chemistry.”

You hesitated for a beat but decided to trust her and let the heavy fabric in your hands plop down in the sea of clothes abandoned on the little cranky bed. You could show your shoulders, you bargained, they were smooth and the roundness of your bosom sat snug under the silk, stretching it just enough to hint at the suppleness that lay underneath while also appearing delicate and feminine.

“Honestly, I would prefer it if you were wearing shorts or a miniskirt with it instead of those jeans but it's still cute!” Giselle expressed, handing you the eyeliner as she shifted to her left, allowing you room in front of the only mirror. Your elbow still bumped into hers as you both struggled to adjust your reflections in the narrow stretch.

You could only scoff at her suggestion, “Please, you know I can never wear anything that doesn't hide my thighs.”

“I really don’t get it.” Came her reply, confused yet cautious, like she was afraid it would trigger a train of thoughts that might dampen your spirits or cause you to recoil away from her.

You refused to make her get it, because you didn’t know how to.

It wasn’t that your legs were hairy, discolored, scarred or uneven. No, they were pretty normal. But you could just never get over the notion you had formed during your teenage years that compared to those of your peers, your thighs were too fat.

And while with the girls’ help, you had learnt to pick out the tops which suited your body the best, supporting the delicate heaviness of your curves and showing just enough skin to trigger interest, you were still insistent on covering your thighs—at least the upper parts of them, with long pants or with skirts that reached midthighs.

You had tried wearing shorts here and there, especially during the summer of freshmen year where everyone was too busy figuring out the campus maps as well as themselves to give a fuck about what someone wore or what they looked like.

But then you’d find yourself curled in your dorm under a comforter at three in the morning, wanting it to engulf you whole until the end of the time as you zoomed in on the compromising strain of denim around the plushness of your upper thighs in pictures.

The mocking, awkward, red imprints that followed when you struggled to shimmy those shorts off after a long day, seemed like a testament of your failed attempt at embracing something which had hammered shame in your ribs since the dawn of your womanhood.

‘Being naturally curvaceous comes with its own set of insecurities’, the voice in your head cornered your defenseless psyche and you had already surrendered to it without questioning it even once.

You liked to tell yourself that it wasn’t self loathing and that you loved your body, you just didn’t want the world to see it wrapped in clothes which could be perceived as ‘unflattering’ by some.

Giselle was spraying the final spritz of perfume over herself and Yunjin tapping the last layer of shimmer over her lips when you texted your boyfriend.

Thanks to the few cans of beer stashed deep in their refrigerator—courtsey to Giselle’s late night supermarket runs, the three of you had already begun drinking, before you could even reach Jun’s apartment.

You: We’re ready!

Mingyu 🐶🩷: Be there in five <3

Yunjin called it a preliminary pregame which would give you an edge over the guys who would hog up Jun’s stash of whiskey and champagne. Your fingers trembled when the evening wind skimmed over your bare skin, grazing it with goosebumps in its wake and making your mind wander back to the cardigan which laid abandoned in their locked apartment.

Then, heavensend, you heard the familiar whirr of the engine as a sleek black car, too pristine to belong to anyone who wasn't him, rolled around the curb. Mingyu treated his car the way he treated everything else in his life—with deliberate diligence and frequent check-ins. No one who knew him could ever accuse him of being sloppy, careless or inconsiderate. Whether it was schoolwork or his health or car or relationships, he always kept a mental log of everything. Never nagging or smothering, just being there with all his attention.

Bubbly giggles and lighthearted comments about him being a dapper chauffeur buzzed around him when a beaming Mingyu opened the car door for his ladies.

He patiently waited for Yunjin and Giselle to settle in the backseat before helping you get into the front with a firm hand pressed on your lower back.

He must have noticed the twitch in your body, you thought, because he offered you his jacket as soon as you got in. You shook your head no citing the fact that his car was warm enough and that it would be too stuffy in the club anyways.

When he buckled your seatbelt—an act which made his knuckles brush against your soft body, he whispered near your cold cheek. “Looking gorgeous as always, my love.” rebirthing the goosebumps which had appeared out in the cold.

Even the slight intoxication pulsating in your nerves couldn’t detract your mind from registering his ubiquitous handsomeness. It was everywhere—in the tilt of his head every time he drove with concentration, in the rhythmic tapping of his long fingers against the steering wheel when the road ahead was smooth and vacant, in the slightly long locks of his hair which you had forbade him from cutting because the way they trickled between your fingers was a sensory pleasure in itself.

Even the little mole on the tip of his nose seemed like it was placed there with a lot of thought, when the angels kissed his face.

He wasn’t wearing anything spectacular or planned out, just his usual dark washed jeans and a plain black button down with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a light jacket tossed hanging on the headrest of his driver’s seat.

His hair had gotten a bit disheveled from when Yunjin had patted his head calling him ‘the world’s first chauffeur who is also a golden retriever.’ But then he pushed his sunglasses back up, making silk like strands fall around the edges of his temples and it didn’t even matter. He looked so polished, so effortless. Like he was chiseled out of the same marble which had been used in ancient Greece to carve out Gods and then Aphrodite herself breathed love and life in him.

At some point during the drive, he laughed at something Giselle said. And then he tipped his head to your side, to check if you were laughing too. When he confirmed that you were, his already beaming grin somehow brightened even more. That undid you like it did during your first date years ago.

It was these small things that he did—not like second nature but more like habits he had worked hard to develop for nurturing something precious and divine.

You thought that if you didn’t express this warmth which was beginning to bloom in your chest, it’d cause your heart to combust and spill out as tears. And then you’d become the butt of your friends’ jokes for a week for being a drunk crier because they’d be unaware of and unknown to this thing called love.

So you rubbed lazy circles with your thumb over his palm which was set on the gear and whispered a compliment. You had wanted to tell him that you could write sonnets about him tonight, but that would have been weird. So you settled on something along the lines of “you look so good, babe.”

He replied to you with an earnest smile and this gone look in his midnight eyes like you had just made all his wishes, ever, come true.

He locked his larger fingers with yours, fitting your warm, slightly damp palm against his hardened one and brought it up to his lips. He kissed each of your knuckles before placing both of yours’ conjoined hands in his lap.

“Pass the aux lover boy!” Yunjin hooted from behind like a war cry, chugging down the remaining contents of her can.

Suri really had gone all out for her twenty-second.

Velour, the club she had booked for the occasion, was one situated not much farther from the campus. Yet, no one from Uni ever really visited here, leave for the few odd rich kids. You had heard that it was more of a space for grown ups with their own money and that they didn’t even hire college students as servers or bartenders like the other clubs in the college town.

Intimidating bouncers almost as tall as Mingyu and Jun and twice more buff hawked the narrow entrance with pads of guestlist. They turned away all the freshmen who tried deceiving their ways in with a distasteful cluck of tongue and an unamused sigh.

Upon entering, blinding lights blinked in vivid patterns; flashing the velvet lined VIP lounges one moment, and the bar decked with expensive imported alcohol the other. Everything was either scarlet or black and wrapped with an unnatural warmth, one which didn’t emanate from body heat. Ten minutes in and your silk top was already beginning to clamp on your back glued by a sheen of sweat.

“Woah!” Soonyoung gasped, “This place rocks!”

Everyone except for Dokyeom, Mingyu and you, made a straight beeline towards the bar as soon as they got in.

Dokyeom and Mingyu stayed behind because they were the designated drivers for the night. While you stuck with them with an excuse that the shots you did at Jun’s needed some time to settle in your gut before you could drink more.

Truth be told, Mingyu’s arm slinked around you was too heavy with warmth and possession for you to squirm away from it. He didn’t hog you all to himself, neither did he lousily hurl it around you because he had to. His hold was rather revert, pressing you to his side so that he could exist and breathe in your presence. Fingers sprawled over your hip, not to trace any lewd patterns, but to rub the patch of skin gently every time he felt you tense up when someone bumped into you.

He didn’t have to look at you, touch you, or even hear you to know what you needed. But he did so anyway. Because to him, every passing second spent without the unsure tremor of your voice, the shy flutter of your lashes or the touch of your skin that bloomed with heat too easily, was pure unadulterated torture.

“I swear I saw a stripper bro, do you think she’d order strippers?” Dokyeom’s eyes jumped around with curiosity, scanning the club with fervour.

“Its her birthday, not her bachelorette.” Mingyu answered, his voice loud enough to ride over the music, “You must have looked at your reflection.”

That earned a snort from you. Dokyeom had chosen to wear this sheer black tank top which gave a good view of everything underneath when the lights hit his chest at just the right angle.

He refused to elaborate the reasoning behind this choice of outfit beyond the point that he was making a statement that the rest of his friends were too fashion illiterate to understand.

“You’re laughing?” Dokyeom’s eyes widened at you trying to stifle your laugh by burying yourself in Mingyu’s chest. “Your boyfriend just slutshamed me and you’re laughing?”

When you couldn’t answer him, Dokyeom stretched his arms as if presenting himself to the world.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with my outfit?”

Mingyu rubbed your hip lazily as he pretended to wonder. “Mhmm, I don’t know,” He looked his friend dead in the eye, “but the fact that you have a golden glittered star on each of your nipple, is pretty fucking weird.”

Dokyeom couldn’t hold back his smile anymore either. “Well, Y/N’s nipple pasties were lying around in the apartment from the last time she visited so I thought, why not use them for creativity?”

“Hey!” You felt your cheeks burn as you glared at him with faux anger.

“Sorry, sorry!” Dokyeom raised his arms up in surrender laughing with you both now, “But seriously dude, can you give me your jacket before someone attractive sees me?”

He looked at Mingyu hopefully, not even bothering to search for the men’s room and proceeding to wriggle his fingers under the tank top to remove the silicon pasties you had used under your strapless dress from your last date night with Mingyu.

Pasties which were now ruined with obscene amounts of glitter.

You couldn’t help but wince when he tugged at them too harshly, almost ripping the sheer net of his top. “You know I had them on my bare, sweaty nipples just four nights ago?”

“Then it just means we hugged naked.”

“That's stupid.” You bickered.

“No, that is the same as what your logic was when I drank from the same straw as Soonyoung and you insisted that it meant that we had kissed.”

Mingyu, sporting a lopsided grin at this unnecessarily childish exchange, had barely handed over his jacket to Dokyeom when an approaching storm of red and black almost collided with him.

“Suri!” He breathed, his lips morphing into a natural smile. “Happy birthday, slugger!”

You could only see her slender, manicured fingers studded with charms and rings wrap around your boyfriend’s neck from your position as they hugged.

“Gyubear!” She almost whined, still clutching one of his shoulders even after pulling away from the hug. “I thought you’d forget!”

“Don’t be silly Suri, how can I ever forget your birthday?” An easy laugh reverberated from Mingyu’s chest and settled uncomfortably in your bones for longer than necessary, “I’ve been celebrating it with you since as long as I can remember!”

She shrugged, sheepishly. Not even more than a year of low communication seemed to dampen the lightness of their bond.

Meanwhile if the two of you went even a few days without interacting, it felt like you were rebuilding comfort in his embrace from scratch when you could be finally with him again.

That's twenty years vs two years worth of intimacy, the cruel voice in your head knackered.

“Wow, Suri you look wonderful!”

You were too busy meddling with your own head that the compliment from Mingyu directed towards Suri singed you like you were hit with several fragments of burning amber.

It had you inspecting her from head to toe.

Hair pin straight, bold makeup with accents of gold and red, body toned and perfect, lathered with shimmering oil. But what stood out the most to you was her dress.

Red, silky, and dangerously short. You instantly recognized it as the Versace number from last year’s season. Yunjin and Giselle couldn’t stop obsessing over it after doing a photoshoot. Its neckline was arched deep, going deeper on the back. The torso had a corset like silhouette, cinching at her already tiny waist.

But what was the most sensual aspect of it all was its length. Mere inches below the apex of her legs with slits on either ends that were as high as her hips. It was more of a tunic than a dress��not that you were judging.

No, never.

If anything, you were judging yourself for never having the courage, or arguably the body, to pull off something like that with so much grace and poise.

“Happy Birthday, Suri.” You wished her with an unsure smile once Dokyeom was done with his greetings. She smiled back at you, one which didn't quite reach her red lined eyes, responding to you with the faintest thanks before turning her attention back to Mingyu.

You wished you had gone with Soonyoung, Yunjin, Jun and Giselle to the bar when the conversation elongated. Your head throbbed with every laughter that spilled out of their lips. Dokyeom seemed to be keeping up just fine, too. The air, trembling with the thumping beats, warped around them a canopy which couldn’t quite fit you underneath itself.

With every memory recalled and joke cracked, you increasingly felt like an onlooker staring at a television encased behind an impenetrable glass, yearning for the box of wonders because you couldn’t afford it.

Deciding that rubbing your temples while they talked might seem like a bitch move, you tried to endure it politely for as long as it could last. You stood there, feeling your knees tighten like they always did when you tried too hard, or thought too much.

And Mingyu didn’t notice it, not this time around, when his hand had slipped off of you to describe the width of something relevant to the story he told to Suri and Dokyeom.

Sometime during the night, Yunjin saved you with a chilled strawberry daiquiri. Suri had dragged Mingyu along to have him meet someone from their highschool, and you found yourself in one of the booths, which smelled like mint and charcoal, along with your friends.

You sunk further and further down the seat watching the painfully expansive scene unfolding a mere twenty feet away from you. Fragrant, misty smoke emanating from some sort of fixture snaked around them like a bad omen. The crinkle of the half melted ice in your short, stout glass sounding like hushed gossip.

Within an hour, a brief catch up with a cousin turned into ‘saying hi to Cindy from middle school’ and ‘oh my god Suri’s younger brother who always idolized Mingyu is all grown up now and Mingyu has to meet him.’ Mingyu and Suri laughed, most probably finishing each others’ sentences as they entertained a group of old friends and family like a couple.

You gulped the bubbling jealousy down with the remaining rum in Jun's abandoned tumbler, cursing the raw alcohol which scorched your throat.

A heinously cheap thought occurred to you—what if Suri had purposefully invited practically anyone and everyone they had ever known so that she could to hit Mingyu with consecutive blows of nostalgia and keep him hooked around?

You shook your head…no, Suri couldn’t be that cruelly manipulative.

Moreover, why were you even blaming a woman when most of your disappointment originated from your boyfriend's behavior?

To his defense, he hadn’t abandoned you completely.

He would return to your booth whenever he could find an opportunity to slip away from her clutches with exhausted puppy dog eyes and a smile that looked like it was curated with precision—careful yet artificial.

And when he couldn’t come to you physically, he’d just wave at you from across the bar, mouthing an ardent “I love you” which made his lower lip quiver ever so slightly that you’d miss it if you hadn’t memorized every ridge of his face.

A few minutes ago, it had seemed like he had gotten a whiff of your now rotten mood because he tried to pull you out of whatever cruel words you were filling the spaces in your head with by inviting you to come say hi to his friend Cindy.

“Baby, I’m good, my feet hurt.” You had lied. You hadn’t even danced a bit for them to hurt. He knew that, yet he sealed his emotions and just nodded in silent defeat.

Yet, he was a man who wore persistence like an armour, and he wasn’t done trying to soothe whatever unintentional hurt he had caused you.

Hauling you up on your wobbly feet from the couch, he had you crashing down on his lap. You hissed a little when your soft bottom couldn’t shield you enough from the firm impact with his hard body. The hiss dissolved midway into a groan when you felt long fingers wrap on either side of your hips, adjusting you on his lap such that the most sensitive parts of you were a hair’s breadth away from the most irresistible parts of him.

His hold wasn’t too tight, nor were his maneuvers of your hips forceful. He just touched you, shifted you, like he had done this multiple times before, and like a perfect partner to his tango, your body could predict each press before you could even anticipate it.

None of your friends even batted a lash over this obvious manhandling. And for a moment, you debated if you should be concerned or relieved.

The ghost of his lips gave you a warning of what was about to come, allowing you the window of a single second to react before a wet kiss was planted on the soft patch of skin just below your neck.

It wasn’t just a random kiss, no, he knew your body too well for something like that. It was deliberate, desperate even. Armed with an intent to nudge the nerves which made you tremble, made you lose control of your own voice which slithered out of your parted lips as a gasp, a squeak or a moan.

He laughed when Giselle attempted to catch the olive Jun plucked out of your martini in her mouth. And when he did, he didn't even bother to separate his lips which had found refuge on your naked shoulders.

As opposed to his hot lips, his teeth were coated with a sheen of cold which he tried to melt by burying them in your neck.

“Gyu…” you whimpered, your finger nails digging on his knee, barely piercing the rugged fabric of his jeans, with the same intensity which his canines were latching on your neck with.

Both would leave crescent marks of their own—yours, a slight pink indent on his body which will fade in under an hour. Though, his scorings on you would be darker and ripen from red to maroon with each passing minute, causing you insurmountable mortification when you would look at yourself in the mirror the next morning.

He detached himself from your neck with an audible smack of lips. Different patches of your exposed skin were now bruised and damp with his saliva. The sound is humiliating but nothing in comparison to the one which ripped out of your throat.

“God, it has been so long.” he groaned from behind you, his voice low and tired, as he rested his forehead on the curve of your neck.

You knew exactly what he meant. Your early lectures would forbid him from keeping you up all night while his frequent three hour long lab work meant he couldn’t spend those extra fifteen minutes he would beg you for between your legs.

The two of you haven’t had real sex for almost three weeks now and with your forever regular period lurking just around the corner to snatch you away from him for another week, you both knew something had to be done for your sanities.

“Let’s go home.” You suggested in a hushed whisper under his jaw, almost too quick to appear like the girlfriend who was all-okay with her being at the birthday party of some girl who had weirdly suspicious underlying intentions about your boyfriend.

The smirk almost ripened on his face before he jolted into action as if he remembered that his mouth had to be attached somewhere on your body for him to be able to breathe.

This time, he targets your lips. Cupping your cheek in his palm, he angled your limp neck in a manner which allowed him unrestricted access to the glossy buds, succulent and parted for him.

Your brows furrowed when his breath fanned over them, another guttural sound echoing from your throat. God, he hadn’t even kissed you yet for you to be so heated.

For the first time tonight, you’re grateful for Suri—not because of the free drinks, but for the blaring music which boomed so loud, it could kill an introvert. It swallowed all your embarrassing moans, pitiful pleadings and his silent snickers until nothing but his warm breath, which was now swimming all over your form, remained.

Sadly, this rendezvous was cut short, like everything in your life lately.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught it—Suri’s long arm waving at him and pointing at a buff guy, whom you now recognized as Julio. Confused at what made your body go taut in his arms, Mingyu leaned his head up a bit and followed your line of gaze.

For a moment, a light which didn’t belong to the club, flickered in his eyes as he appeared to forget whatever he was doing to you when he saw the man waving at him with Suri.

A mumbled apology landed at your feet as he carefully, yet impatiently, slid you off his lap and onto the cushion, which was flinchingly cold when compared to the heat of his lap, to go say hi to his best friend from school.

And now, you were exhausted.

Exhausted of returning his smiles when all you wanted to do was roll your eyes at him.

Exhausted of making room for him at the couch every time he appeared for like two minutes before crawling back to the girl in red.

Exhausted of watching a feminine index finger, tipped off with red, tapping at his shoulders again and again.

Exhausted of seeing him lean down to the level of her lips to catch what she wanted to say because for some reason, the DJ kept on increasing the volume of the music with jarring intensity.

It all felt too planned out, too cruel in the moment.

Oftentimes, you liked to think that Dokyeom is an angel sent by God to make your life easier. One such time is today when he walks back to your booth dragging a barely conscious Yunjin along under his arm.

“Alright, code red,” he announced, catching the girl who almost trips over air, “we have our first comrade who is about to either cause some serious injuries on the dance floor or succumb to alcohol poisoning if unstopped. Who else wants to leave?”

It was an unsaid rule at your hangouts—whenever one of you would get too drunk beyond the point of comprehension, it was the duty of the designated driver to take a round trip driving them and whoever else wanted to go back home. In a group as large as yours, this arrangement made sense.

You had never used it though, because you seldom got drunk. And even when you did, you’d just rely on Mingyu to take care of you or let you sleep on him until the bar shut down. And then he’d carry you back so gently that you wouldn't even stir until the perpetually broken window next your bed assaulted your eyes with the afternoon sun.

But there’s a first time for everything, you huffed.

“I wanna go back too.” You informed Dokyeom who seemed startled when you stood up, but he didn’t question you about it.

“I’ll just go inform Mingyu, once.” You mumbled, hating how even the glassy eyes of your friends shimmered with sympathy for you.

You almost didn’t want to, but you made your way towards him, cutting through the swaying sea of sweaty bodies who were absolutely knocked off on free, expensive drinks.

Mingyu had seen you get up and had excused himself from Suri to meet you halfway when he saw your small body squirming through the crowd. For some reason, Suri followed.

He held your hand as soon as he could reach it.

“Babe?” His voice didn’t reach your ears but you could figure out what he said and it seemed more like a question.

Your satin top had wrinkled with dejection and weirded patches of spilled beer littered your jeans. You were sure the humidity had frizzed up your hair too, throwing the volume off balance. A humbling haplessness, one which was foreign to you around him until now, weighed down your limbs as he waited for you to catch your breath with concerned, furrowed brows.

“Uh, Yunjin’s hammered and Dokyeom’s driving her back.” You shouted, trying to make yourself clearer over the thumping bass, “I think I am gonna leave with them too.”

The uncertainty in that last line threw you off because you had marched down here to tell him you were gonna leave, not that you were thinking about leaving.

As you spoke, he had leaned down, closer than how he did for Suri, almost pressing his ear to your moving lips while plugging his other ear with a finger.

He nodded at the Yunjin part, shook his head at the ‘I am gonna leave with them too’.

He gripped your biceps, pulling you closer to himself until your body mashed with his. He spoke in your ear, “You should stay back, if you aren’t too tired. Suri is gonna cut the cake soon.”

You could smell his cologne better now that you were flushed so close to him. And for the first time, you hated inhaling that scent. It was the same one, his usual citrus with earthy undertones which always calmed you. But right now, there are distinct notes of jasmine curled around the edges of his sleeves, and it makes you nauseous.

“I...I am gonna leave.” You spoke, firmer this time.

He didn’t want to argue with you on that, reasoning that maybe you were exhausted, maybe too drunk, or maybe because the music was too loud. Somewhere in his head, there was a thought forming, though. A thought which he kept shrugging off before it could even finish itself.

But when you tugged at his collar, indicating that you weren’t done speaking in his ear and told him to “enjoy yourself” with a sourness that made him flinch and turned around on your heels without even kissing him, he knew that thought was true, after all.

part 3 (strictly nsfw) <3

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what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew · 2 years ago

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Sakamaki boys perfume headcannons pt. 2

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Laito – Maison Margiela // Jazz Club

Dangerously charming

Spilled rum, smooth jazz, and the ghost of something wicked. The first breath is intoxicating—sweet vanilla, warm tobacco, and whiskey curling around you like a serpent, or a whispered promise. It follows with a teasing bite of pink pepper and vetiver, reminding you that nothing about him is truly safe. There is no way he’d let you off the hook easy once he’s got you, after all. Still the fragrance stays like a phantom after he’s gone, making you wonder if it was ever real or merely another one of his little tricks. And eventually, you’d become addicted to the thrill of it all.

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Kanato – L'Artisan Parfumeur // Noir Exquis

Sinisterly sweet.

This fragrance is something that lures you in with warm caramel, chestnut, and vanilla, only to reveal a suffocating darkness underneath. The first glance at Kanato deceives you so, too. The coffee and myrrh notes creep in slowly, like the unsettling sensation of being watched by the spoiled vampire himself. Sweet but in a way that feels dangerously obsessive, he smells like an embrace you’re not sure you’ll ever escape from. When, finally, he’s gone out of your sight and away, you’d find in the back of your mind the memory of his voice in the cold night. Hollow, haunting, beautiful. Let him sing you a lullaby tonight, although it may just be the prelude to your nightmares.

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Ayato – Dior // Sauvage

indulgent, reckless.

The opening is fresh and almost sparkly with bergamot, with peppery notes giving it an immediate sharpness that almost feels it’s daring you to get closer. Then comes the heart notes of lavender, mellowing itself out while the geranium that accompanies it still keeps the overall impression brisk. Beneath it all, the base of cedar and ambroxan adds longevity and a bit of warmth for balance. It’s persistent and undeniably addictive, just like his affection.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diahell #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers headcanons

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what's your top three (or more) vale looks?

I deliberated before answering whether I want to show the objectively good looks or the ones where I personally feel crazy so I guess I'll try to balance both. Let's get into it.

1. Eyeball Mugello helmet 2011.

Is it easy on the eyes? No. Does it look truly otherworldly almost terrifying. His own blue eye on the helmet, an ode to a lifetime of being watched and reclaiming the agency in it, the red suit, the yellow motifs of gloves and kneepads.

Leathers in general are some of the most captivating looking sport protective gear and his Ducati red ones being elevated in his trademark fashion, literally I have thought about them every day since I first saw them. It comes together in my mind partly because I love his freak ass so much and partly because if a bunch of alies descended upon earth, he could pass off as a revered human warrior to them lol. To me, it's a high fashion moment ™️.

2. 63rd Venice Film Festival, 2006.

Imo Face card with credit limit that could make Mansa Musa's worldly wealth look like peanuts. Cherubic glow on his face, a vaguely mellow mischievous glint in his eyes, curls settled around his head like a laurel wreath, sideburns framing his face in the trademark hot and iconic fashion. Every red carpet photo from this day is a hit. Fae prince realness served. Imo it also seems like the type of masculinity Vale always wanted to project to the world. Don't google the rest of the outfit he was in some ugly jeans.

3. Hair Color Saga.

Self-explanatory. Cemented him as an idea as a showman in the minds of people. Did it while having fun. Loved that he was on a mission to try as many colors as possible. My personal favourite is the blue hair by far.

4. Misc. Because why not.

That time he looked like a hot dirtbag at Wimbledon and god knows how many inane rules he broke in the process. Sticking it to the man in trademark Vale style.

Okayyy Miss Dior Addict Lip Glow Oil Shade 015 Cherry.

That time he got jacked??? As my husband Diljit Dosanjh said, "lookin thicc, she be on that protein". It's not even hot or anything it's just surprising because when he was young he hated the gym. (Thank you callie @moonshynecybin for these pictures because I didn't want to good Valentino Rossi shirtless ur a real one mwah mwah)

Alas I've hit the 10 photo limit so I will have to stop now but appreciating Vale's face never stops.

Thank you so much for this question. I'd love to hear your opinions, which Vale era is most attractive to you and which ones made you like him? And same for Fabio?

#asks #valentino rossi #vale #I LOVED putting together the response to this #yamahussy ily I want your opinions on all of these #motogp

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Bedtime scents last week, clockwise from top left; Dior Pure Poison EDP, KAYALI Yum Boujee Marshmallow | 81 EDP (worn twice), Gucci Flora Gorgeous Orchid EDP, Anna Sui Sundae Mellow Yellow EDT, Miu Miu (Les Eaux A La Mode) Daring Darling EDT and Prada Les Infusions d'Amande EDP.

#perfume #fragrance #prada #anna sui #miumiu #miu miu #kayali #christian dior #dior #gucci #beauty #pink haired princess #bbloggers

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We independently evaluate all recommended products and services. Any products or services put forward appear in no particular order. if you click on links we provide, we may receive compensation. When searching for a masculine scent, the best leather cologne is a great place to start. Smooth as a sunset, it gives off a subtle, natural musk that’s warm and inviting. It’s also versatile, a likely scent for both the cowboy and the entrepreneur who portrays a confident man. Sure of himself. Who wouldn’t want to smell like that? While it’s definitely an approachable accord, not every men’s leather cologne has the same aura. Leather cologne is best when balanced with other ingredients, and some fragrances pair it with woody or resin notes for a robust, highly structured scent, while others use citrus and herbal notes for spicy, peppery freshness. Some are light and breezy, while others are sweet and dark or dry and warm. Mellow or lively, the best leather colognes don’t command attention, it attracts it. The ideal scent for your vibe is definitely out there. I took all of the important factors into consideration, from projection, longevity, and of course, that delicious element, when researching the best leather fragrances. Below are the top 7 leather scents money can buy. Take a peek. Key Takeaways Because it’s fresh, well-balanced, and approachable, Acqua di Parma Leather won the best leather cologne spot on this list. Like the earthy and floral Malin + Goetz Leather cologne, which feels more powdery, Acqua di Parma combines citrus and woody notes for a fresh dry down. If smoky and resinous sound more appealing, Molton Brown Dark Leather is also an intoxicating scent. timetomuskup2 / instagram Each leather cologne on this list brings slightly different accords to the table, whether they be floral and resinous or dry, woodsy, and warm. Acqua di Parma Leather, on the other hand, has the most quintessentially rich ‘leather’ smell of the bunch. Inspired by the workshops of Tuscan craftsmen, it’s well-balanced and uses only the finest raw materials and essential oils to create an elegant scent with an absolutely delicious semi-fresh dry down. Toned-down raspberry and leather at its opening smell like clean, well-conditioned leather. Notes of fresh Sicilian lemon combine with cedarwood and guaiac for a refreshingly modern feel. Finally, rose petal at the middle gives the leather that silky essence. It’s creamy and smooth, with the overall effect feeling luxurious yet deliciously approachable. This is the kind of scent that works for everyone. Top Notes: Brazilian Orange | Middle Notes: Honeysuckle | Base Notes: Leather Accord | Size: 3.4oz | Type: Eau de Parfum | Season: Winter, Fall | Suggested Use: Pulse Points Most often, we think of leather colognes for winter, but they aren’t just for cooler months. Fresh, sweet, and contemporary, Dana English Leather shows off leather’s powdery side. It’s a cozy scent that harkens back to the tradition of perfuming artisan leather with custom essential oils. Rugged blended with sophistication. At first spritz, the refreshing citrus opening is apparent, thanks to the Italian bergamot. It maintains the balance between earthy and light from the floral lavender and iris throughout. Leather, cedarwood, and tonka bean at its base lend the dry down that slightly sexy and musky feel. Overall, the warm, earthy woods and spices are subtle, but they work wonders in propping up the fragrance and giving it structure. Think intoxicating woodsy garden meets cowboy. An ideal fragrance for the summer months, it’s a delicious scent that feels both nostalgic and modern all at once. Smelling great on a budget is a nice bonus. Top Notes: Bergamot | Middle Notes: Iris | Base Notes: Leather | Size: 4 / 5.7 / 8oz | Type: Eau de Cologne | Season: All | Suggested Use: Pulse Points, Neck, Wrists If there’s a wildcard in every bunch, then Dior Fahrenheit is it when it comes to the best leather fragrances. Leathery, woody, and ozonic, it’s a rather niche smell from a big brand, and its dark, fiery smell can be polarizing. That’s likely due to the burst of violet leaf combined with nutmeg and mandarin at its opening note, which smells famously akin to gasoline. How’s that for masculine? Whether you enjoy the petrol-esque blast in the first few minutes of applying or not, Fahrenheit is arguably best in the dry down, where things become woody and floral and in a majestic way. Honeysuckle, jasmine, and lily-of-the-valley envelope at the heart, while musk, amber, and patchouli positively glow on the skin. The end result is timeless and surprisingly elegant. It’s definitely a unique use of leather that’s perfect for the unique fellow, any time of year. Top Notes: Lavender | Middle Notes: Violet | Base Notes: Leather | Size: 1.7 / 3.4oz | Type: Eau de Toilette | Season: All | Suggested Use: Behind Ears, Neck READ OUR FULL DIOR FAHRENHEIT REVIEW HERE It wouldn’t be a best leather cologne list without a timelessly masculine scent from John Varvatos. Vintage is a smooth and fresh classic leather scent with smoky tobacco and fruity notes underneath for just the right pop of depth. It’s a cologne for the outdoorsy guy, ideal for the sensuous yet mature older man who is as reliable as the woodsy notes residing as its base. Technically a chypre aromatic, Vintage uses cinnamon, basil, and lavender for a clean, spicy aroma. Patchouli and dry oak moss continue the earthy, sensuous feel while notes of tonka bean and suede come through from underneath to make it deliciously smooth. All of that spice, balsam incense, and fruit make this gorgeous scent perfect for spring. Top Notes: Rhubarb | Middle Notes: Cinnamon | Base Notes: Suede | Size: 2.5oz | Type: Eau de Toilette | Season: Winter, Fall, Spring | Suggested Use: Behind Ears, Neck, Wrist Like a velvety Nutella spread, Valentino Uomo is probably the yummiest of the bunch. Designed by one of perfume’s most prolific noses, Olivier Polge, it’s a sweet yet sophisticated scent from 2014 that’s a top scent choice for a young guy on a night out. Its profile is akin to Polge’s Dior Homme, but it has a warmer chocolate opening combined with the sweet complexity of bergamot. So the answer to what scents do women love? This is one of them. Things start out sweet with a nutty, airy vibe from notes of hazelnut, chocolate, and roasted coffee beans before mellowing into a sweet and musky dry down. Of course, you have to love the smell to wear it, but its long-lasting aroma is also a major selling point. You can expect up to 12 hours of wear with average projection, which makes it perfect for transitioning from day to night. If you’re searching for the best leather cologne that’s well-balanced and deliciously inviting, look no further than Valentino. Top Notes: Bergamot | Middle Notes: Hazelnut | Base Notes: Leather | Size: 3.4 / 5.1oz | Type: Eau de Toilette | Season: Winter, Fall | Suggested Use: Three Sprays On Each Side Of The Neck Like Dior Fahrenheit, Molton Brown Dark Leather is an intense leather cologne. It’s a resinous scent that uses aromatics, leather, and woody notes to create the feeling of coziness on a brisk night, surrounded by a crackling fire. The fragrance pays homage to the leather making of the 17th century, with its rich scent and aged leather accord reflecting the world’s finest leather in history. This is the most rugged of the best leather colognes, evoking images of smoldering leather and brisk Siberian pine. But it’s far from harsh. Beyond notes of light, smoky tobacco, there is some sensuality here, mostly the softening lavender scent. What’s created is something leathery and woody, but it’s also pleasant and distinctive. Vetiver embraces the leather with a level of sophistication. A shining scent in the fall, but even in spring and winter, you’ll find it to be a very enigmatic scent. It’s pretty inviting. Top Notes: Warm Elemi | Middle Notes: Tobacco | Base Notes: Leather | Size: 3.3oz | Type: Eau de Toilette | Season: Winter, Spring, Fall | Suggested Use: Pulse Points Dry and warm, perfumer Sonia Constant created Ombre Leather in the tradition of the “arid landscape of the American West.” While technically unisex, notes of black leather and green tobacco plus a potent projection smell more masculine to me. With a distinctive composition, it’s easily the best leather cologne for the guy who doesn’t want to smell like anyone else. Green and fruity floral jasmine sambac combined with leather smell absolutely divine. The overall effect is rich and smooth and just a little bit spicy. At its heart, you’ll find a succulent and fruity floral middle. Underneath it all lies a sturdy base of black leather, green tobacco, and wood notes. Overall, it’s supple and smooth, with its presence being felt in any room, thanks to powerful projection. This scent is long-lasting and makes an impression, so spray it on conservatively. Top Notes: Cardamom | Middle Notes: Leather | Base Notes: Amber | Size: 1.7 / 3.4oz | Type: Eau de Parfum | Season: Winter, Fall | Suggested Use: Pulse Points bestcologneformen / instagram What To Look For In The Best Leather Colognes Scent The best leather cologne uses other accords to bring out the best of this warm, cozy scent. Leather is usually found at the heart and base of the cologne because it adds structure. Look for woody, sweet, or floral notes at the top of the fragrance for the most well-rounded composition. Is it long-lasting Historically speaking, if you’re looking for a long-lasting scent, leather is it. The best leather colognes typically have incredible longevity due to the way the leather clings to the skin. Choosing a scent that will last more than four hours is ideal, and most of the colognes on this list give at least six hours. Season The best leather cologne is typically associated with winter because it’s warm, spicy, and inviting. However, leather scents like Acqua di Parma and Dana English Leather pair leather with floral and citrus notes that gel well with the warmth of summer. kylegundolf / instagram Final Verdict While every single scent on this list is delicious and inviting, Acqua di Parma Leather is arguably the most approachable. With the right amount of bright citrus, its sweet notes balance out the warmth of leather, and its creamy, smooth dry down lingers on the skin for hours. FAQ Because leather is warm and spicy with a natural musk, it’s typically considered a masculine scent. However, pairing it with lighter, airy floral and citrus notes make it approachable for women. To play up leather’s masculine notes, perfumers often combine leather with tobacco, sandalwood, and cedar. If you’re looking to diversify your masculine fragrance collection, sandalwood and woody colognes would be a great addition. Leather is a warm smell with lots of natural musk (a classic smell in the cologne world). It can be smooth and crisp as well as spicy. Leather is easily one of the most approachable smells out there, especially when combined with aromatics. Leather scents are beloved because of their longevity. You can expect your leather cologne to linger on the skin for many hours, and likely with powerful projection, too. Rachel Cascella is an in-house writer at Fashion Beans with 14 years of experience in the fashion industry, balancing her knowledge of cutting-edge trends with a penchant for truly timeless style. Source link

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Sterling is very pleased with himself after stacking all the rings in the right order for the first time!

STERLING: I is good boy!

But his mood soon changes when grandpa Mellow decides it's flash card time...

MELLOW: What's this Sterling?

STERLING: My lifes flashy before my eyes? *sigh*

Meanwhile Dijon is teaching Storm how to play chess.

STORM: More like how to suck at chess!

DIJON: You're doing fine son, I wasn't that great when I was your age but now I thrash grandpa Mellow with one hand tied behind my back!

STORM: This is boring!

I don't think he's a fan Deej!

Arian isn't having much luck with the twins either, Sterling has been subjected to the flash cards again while Cinder plays something to make anyone's ears bleed on the xylophone!

Yeah that's debatable, keep trying little one!

Dijon heads off on an adventure in his rocket!

DIJON: Farewell people of earth, I shall return with brand new knowledge of the cosmos, I am an explorer who will...

*yawn* Please stop!

Off he goes, did he tell Arian he was leaving? Did he tell anyone? 🤨

Eventually he returns, looking happy and rather smug. I wonder what pearls of wisdom he learned when he was up there...

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Top Men's Cologne: Best Fragrances for Men from FragranceMarket

When it comes to choosing the best men's cologne, it’s all about finding a scent that complements your personality and makes a lasting impression. Men's fragrances come in a wide variety, ranging from fresh and clean to bold and spicy. Whether you prefer a subtle, everyday scent or something more luxurious for special occasions, the right cologne can enhance your confidence and leave a memorable mark.

Here are some of the top men's colognes you should consider, each available at FragranceMarket, a leading online seller of designer and niche fragrances.

1. Bleu de Chanel by Chanel A classic choice, Bleu de Chanel offers a refined yet bold scent profile. This cologne has woody notes balanced with hints of citrus and a touch of incense. It’s ideal for the modern man who wants to exude confidence and sophistication without being overpowering. Bleu de Chanel is perfect for both casual and formal occasions.

2. Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani This iconic fragrance from Giorgio Armani is known for its fresh and aquatic feel. With a combination of marine notes, bergamot, and rosemary, Acqua Di Gio is reminiscent of the ocean breeze. It’s an excellent choice for men who prefer a light, refreshing scent that works well for everyday wear.

3. Dior Sauvage by Christian Dior Dior Sauvage has become one of the best-selling colognes for men due to its bold and magnetic scent. It opens with a burst of pepper and citrus, then mellows into a warm, spicy base of amber and wood. Sauvage is an excellent fragrance for evening events or when you want to stand out.

4. Tom Ford Oud Wood For those who appreciate a rich, exotic scent, Tom Ford's Oud Wood is a great choice. With earthy notes of oud, sandalwood, and spices, it delivers a luxurious and intense aroma. This fragrance is perfect for special occasions or those who like something unique and powerful.

5. Versace Eros Versace Eros is a sensual, bold fragrance designed for men who want to leave a lasting impression. With notes of mint, green apple, tonka bean, and vanilla, it creates a sweet and seductive scent that works particularly well for evening wear.

At FragranceMarket, you can find all these top colognes and more, offering competitive pricing on high-quality brands. Whether you’re looking for a gift or treating yourself, shopping at FragranceMarket makes it easy to find the best fragrance that suits your style.For more information please visit: - https://fragrancemarket.com/collections/mens-best-selling-perfumes

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Luxury Handbags in Dubai: The Ultimate Shopping Experience

Dubai, a city synonymous with opulence and style, is a haven for luxury shopping. The city’s skyline, adorned with cutting-edge architecture, is a reflection of its unparalleled shopping scene. For fashion enthusiasts and discerning shoppers, Dubai offers an extraordinary experience, particularly when it comes to luxury handbags. This guide will delve into the ultimate shopping experience for luxury handbags in Dubai, highlighting the best shopping destinations, exclusive boutiques, and tips for a memorable and successful shopping spree.

The Dubai Mall: The Pinnacle of Luxury Shopping

Fashion Avenue: A Luxury Oasis

The Dubai Mall, one of the largest shopping centers globally, is a must-visit for luxury handbag seekers. Within the mall lies Fashion Avenue, a dedicated space for high-end fashion. Here, shoppers can explore flagship stores of iconic brands such as Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Hermès, and Gucci. Each store offers a curated selection of the latest handbag collections, ensuring that every piece reflects the pinnacle of craftsmanship and design.

Exclusive Boutiques and Limited Editions

In addition to well-known luxury brands, Fashion Avenue features exclusive boutiques like Dior and Valentino, which often carry limited-edition handbags that are not available elsewhere. These exclusive offerings make shopping at The Dubai Mall a unique experience, providing access to one-of-a-kind pieces that are sure to make a statement.

Mall of the Emirates: An Elegant Shopping Destination

The Fashion Dome

Mall of the Emirates is another prime location for luxury shopping in Dubai. The Fashion Dome, a section of the mall dedicated to high-end fashion, houses stores such as Fendi, Prada, and Salvatore Ferragamo. The elegant architecture and sophisticated ambiance of the Fashion Dome create a luxurious shopping environment, perfect for exploring the latest handbag trends.

Personalized Shopping Experience

Mall of the Emirates offers a personalized shopping experience with its VIP concierge services. Shoppers can enjoy private shopping sessions, personalized recommendations, and exclusive previews of new collections. This bespoke service ensures a tailored and memorable shopping experience, making it easier to find the perfect luxury handbag.

City Walk: Modern and Upscale

Trendy Boutiques and International Brands

City Walk, an urban lifestyle destination, combines high-end retail with a contemporary, open-air setting. The area is home to a variety of trendy boutiques and international brands such as Coach, Michael Kors, and Karl Lagerfeld. The chic atmosphere and stylish boutiques make City Walk a go-to destination for luxury handbag shopping.

Local Designers and Unique Finds

In addition to international brands, City Walk supports emerging local designers, offering unique handbags that reflect Dubai’s vibrant culture and innovative spirit. Boutiques like Boom & Mellow feature collections from regional designers, providing exclusive pieces that add a personal touch to any outfit.

BurJuman Centre: A Blend of Tradition and Modernity

High-End Retail Stores

BurJuman Centre, one of Dubai’s oldest shopping malls, offers a blend of tradition and modernity. The mall features high-end retail stores such as Louis Vuitton, Versace, and Bvlgari, providing a wide range of luxury handbags. The timeless appeal of BurJuman Centre, combined with its modern offerings, makes it a unique shopping destination.

Cultural Shopping Experience

In addition to luxury brands, BurJuman Centre provides a cultural shopping experience with its diverse range of stores. Shoppers can explore boutiques that offer traditional Middle Eastern designs, adding a touch of regional flair to their luxury handbag collection.

Souk Madinat Jumeirah: Luxury with a Traditional Twist

Handcrafted and Unique Designs

Souk Madinat Jumeirah offers a unique shopping experience that blends luxury with traditional Middle Eastern charm. The marketplace features a variety of boutiques that offer handcrafted luxury handbags with intricate designs and high-quality materials. These unique pieces are perfect for those looking to add a distinctive touch to their collection.

Artisan Markets

Souk Madinat Jumeirah frequently hosts artisan markets where local craftsmen and women display their handmade creations. These markets provide an opportunity to discover bespoke handbags that reflect the rich cultural heritage of Dubai. Shopping here supports local artisans and offers a chance to own one-of-a-kind pieces that tell a story.

Gold and Diamond Park: Beyond Jewelry

Luxury Leather Goods

While the Gold and Diamond Park is primarily known for its jewelry, it also features boutiques specializing in luxury leather goods. Here, shoppers can find high-quality handbags crafted from the finest materials. The emphasis on craftsmanship and attention to detail make these handbags a worthwhile investment.

Custom-Made Handbags

One of the unique features of the Gold and Diamond Park is the opportunity to commission custom-made handbags. Many boutiques offer bespoke services, allowing shoppers to design a handbag that suits their specific tastes and preferences. This personalized approach ensures a unique and exclusive piece that stands out from the rest.

Wafi Mall: Art-Inspired Luxury

Artistic Boutique Stores

Wafi Mall, known for its art-inspired architecture, offers a luxurious shopping experience. The mall features boutique stores like Roberto Cavalli and Chopard, known for their artistic approach to handbag design. These stores offer handbags that are as much works of art as they are fashion accessories, providing a unique blend of luxury and creativity.

Khan Murjan Souk

Within Wafi Mall, the Khan Murjan Souk is modeled after a 14th-century souk and offers a range of traditional and handcrafted goods. This area is perfect for finding handbags with a historical and artisanal touch. The souk’s intricate design and the quality of craftsmanship on display make it a memorable shopping destination.

Sustainable and Ethical Luxury Shopping in Dubai

Eco-Friendly Brands

Dubai’s luxury shopping scene is increasingly embracing sustainability. Several high-end stores and brands focus on eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices. Boutiques like Stella McCartney and local designers often incorporate sustainable elements into their handbag collections. Supporting these brands contributes to a more sustainable fashion industry without compromising on style or luxury.

Vintage and Pre-Owned Handbags

For those interested in sustainable luxury shopping, Dubai has several stores that offer vintage and pre-owned designer handbags. Shops like The Luxury Closet provide authenticated pre-owned luxury handbags at a fraction of the original price. This option not only promotes recycling but also allows shoppers to own a piece of fashion history.

The Importance of a Personalized Shopping Experience

Concierge Services

Many luxury shopping destinations in Dubai offer concierge services that enhance the shopping experience. These services can include personalized recommendations, private shopping sessions, and exclusive previews of new collections. Utilizing concierge services can make the shopping experience more enjoyable and efficient, ensuring that you find the perfect handbag.

Private Shopping Events

Several boutiques and malls in Dubai host private shopping events for their VIP customers. These events often feature exclusive collections, meet-and-greets with designers, and special promotions. Attending these events provides an opportunity to discover the latest trends and purchase exclusive pieces in a luxurious and intimate setting.

Online Luxury Shopping: Convenience Meets Exclusivity

High-End E-Commerce Platforms

In addition to physical stores, Dubai offers a range of online shopping options for luxury handbags. High-end e-commerce platforms like Ounass and Farfetch provide access to a wide selection of luxury handbags from the comfort of your home. These platforms often feature exclusive collections and offer convenient delivery options, making it easy to stay updated with the latest trends and make informed purchases.

Local Online Boutiques

Local online boutiques in Dubai also offer luxury handbags. Websites like Namshi and Sivvi provide a variety of high-end options that cater to different tastes and preferences. Shopping online allows you to explore and purchase luxury handbags with ease, ensuring a seamless and enjoyable shopping experience.

Tips for Shopping for Luxury Handbags in Dubai

Research and Plan Ahead

Before heading out, do some research on the brands and styles you’re interested in. This can save you time and help you focus on stores that carry the handbags you’re looking for. Many malls and shopping centers have directories and online listings that can be helpful.

Consider Your Lifestyle

Think about how the handbag will fit into your lifestyle. If you need a bag for daily use, consider factors like size, durability, and functionality. For special occasions, you might prioritize design and elegance. Understanding your needs will help you make a more informed purchase.

Pay Attention to Details

When shopping for high-end handbags, pay close attention to details such as stitching, hardware, and material quality. Authentic designer handbags often have distinctive features and craftsmanship that set them apart from imitations. Don’t hesitate to ask store staff for information on the bag’s design and production.

Take Your Time

Dubai’s shopping scene is extensive, and it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. Take your time to explore different areas and stores. Enjoy the experience and don’t rush your decision. The perfect handbag is out there, and a leisurely approach will help you find it.

Use Loyalty Programs and Discounts

Many luxury stores and malls in Dubai offer loyalty programs and discount cards. Enroll in these programs to take advantage of special offers, exclusive sales, and other benefits. These perks can make a significant difference, especially when shopping for high-end items.

Conclusion

Dubai's reputation as a luxury shopping destination is well-deserved, and its offerings for high-end handbags are unparalleled. From the opulent boutiques of The Dubai Mall and Mall of the Emirates to the unique artisan markets of Souk Madinat Jumeirah and the contemporary flair of City Walk, there is something for every discerning shopper. The blend of international brands, local designers, and sustainable options ensures that every handbag enthusiast can find the perfect piece to complement their style.

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