𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞?
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• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader.
• Requested: no.
• Summary: a TikTok trend turns out to be the best surprise of your life.
• Warnings: few curse words and dirty talking, highly suggestive at the end.
• Word count: 1040.
• A/N: I don’t know how to feel about this one to be honest 😭 Let me know what you think and like, comment and reblog if you want. As always thank you so much for your constant support I missed you all so so much ❤️
“Hi guys!” You smiled, taking a step back to show your entire frame in the video. “Come here baby,” you called Charles waving with your hand and encouraging him to come closer to you. He wrapped his arm around your hip, leaving a kiss on your temple before bringing his gaze to your figures on the phone screen.
You were making a TikTok and you had finally found the perfect opportunity to follow the trend of calling your boyfriend ‘husband’, wanting to capture Charles’ reaction really bad.
“You look divine,” he whispered in your ear, his voice so low it was unlikely it registered. You giggled as you looked at him and leaned against his body, placing a hand on his shirt-covered chest and letting the scent of his cologne invade your senses.
“Sooo,” you continued, turning back to the actually absent audience. “I’m here with my husband, we just finished getting ready for the gala…”
You suddenly stopped, no longer able to keep a serious expression when Charles turned his head so quickly you almost feared he had broken his neck. You burst out laughing when he opened his mouth in disbelief, looking at you with a shocked expression you’d never seen on his face before.
“What? What’s wrong?” You laughed.
“What did you just say?” He exclaimed in amazement and you finally turned your gaze to him, your heart exploding in your chest noticing the dazzling smile he had on his lips as he looked at you.
You giggled again. “I said my husband…”
His hand gripped your hip, fingers pressing into the straws of your dress. “Fuck say that again.”
“My husband,” you repeated, now completely forgetting about the TikTok. “Does it bother you?”
“Bother me?” Charles took your hand that was still resting on his chest and directed it to his heart. You smiled as you noticed it was wildly beating.
I guess it didn’t bother him.
He pressed his lips to yours, sucking your soul from your body with just that contact. “Again.”
“You really like the way that ‘my husband’ sounds huh?”
“Mon dieu yes…” His lips trailed a trail of kisses along your jaw to your neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispered in your ear and you almost fainted.
“Alright, alright, enough…” you giggled as heat spread across your cheeks, remembering your phone was still recording. You pulled away from his grip and stopped the TikTok before Charles grabbed you again and pressed his lips against yours, this time without any inhibitory brakes and not caring about your meticulously cared for makeup. His mouth devoured you, possessing every fiber of your body.
“Oh god babe…” you breathed barely knowing what even was your name anymore. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Your husband…” He sighed “That was the hottest and sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life. What are you doing to me?” His hands roamed everywhere on your body, now uncontrollable as they groped your flash. “If I had known how beautiful it sounded I would’ve done it much sooner.”
“Do what?”
He reached into his suit’s pocket and pulled out a small box, an unmistakable little box which sight was enough to give you a heart attack.
You gasped, your hands over your mouth when he opened that little box and got on his knee.
“I know it’s not what you deserve, this isn’t how I planned for this to happen and I really apologize but I honestly can’t take it anymore baby. I’ve been carrying this ring with me for months now, always waiting for the perfect moment but it never seemed to be enough because I wanted to make the perfect proposal, just like you deserve… But… God… I also know as long as there’s you and me, everything will always be perfect, it doesn’t matter the time or place that’s why I was planning to propose after the gala, I had prepared…” he spoke, his eyes still fixed on yours. “Fuck it doesn’t matter now because hearing you call me your husband even if it’s just a trend on TikTok made me regret not doing this sooner and realize how stupid I was to wait this long. I can’t wait to hear you say it for the rest of my life, so…”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed jumping without even letting him finish his sentence, your face streaked with tears.
He chuckled, his eyes equally filled with tears. “You don’t even want me to ask?”
“Fuck hurry up and ask me so I can say yes a thousand times!”
He smiled and your whole world stopped.
“Mon amour, would you like to make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
“Yes fuck yes!” You screamed in hysterics and threw yourself into his arms, almost making both of you fall on the floor.
His laughter rang through the room and you found yourself leaning into him as he slid the ring along your finger, noting with so much joy it was exactly what you had always wanted and remembering how you had mentioned it only once a while ago and how he had remembered it.
You grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him until there was nothing left of the two of you but jelly.
“We’ll celebrate later baby, now get naked because I want to fuck you so bad I think I’m going to explode. And I won’t stop until you won’t even be able to walk out this room.” His hand tightened around your throat, squeezing lightly and enough to make you dizzy with desire, just how you liked it. His lips, red and swollen from your impetuous kisses, continued to caress yours, leaving you more and more impatient and eager.
“What about the gala?” You managed to ask, hoping he cared as much about it as you did. You just wanted to be with your fiancée.
I’m a fiancée now oh my god!
“I don’t give a damn about the gala or anything or anyone else other than my fiancée,” he replied and you mentally did a backflip. “The only thing I can think about right now is how good is going to feel to be buried deep inside my wife,” his fingers unzipped your dress, making it falling around your feet. “How good it’s going to see that ring wrapped around my dick.”
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““That–” began Draco, then he cleared his throat, because his voice had gone husky. “That neurotransmission cocktail you had me on, at St. Mungo’s.”
“What about it?” asked Granger, a kind of breathiness in her voice.
“It lowers inhibitions?”
“Yes.”
“So – people speak the truth, when they’re on it?”
“Of a sort. It affects certain inhibitory interneurons in the cerebral cortex.” This breathless professory voice was a new one – Draco liked it. “It removes the usual filters. Most people enter a state of feel-good disinhibition.”
“So when I said I wanted to kiss you, you knew that it was true. It wasn't just – delirium.”
Granger glanced up over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were dark.
Since when was a look between them so heavy?
She nodded.
“It’s a similar effect to alcohol, I suppose,” said Draco.
“A different mechanism, but yes.”
“I’ve had three Firewhiskies,” said Draco.
He hadn’t a sodding clue where he was going with this.
She did.
“And,” said Granger, “do you still want to kiss me?”
The world stopped spinning.
He took a moment to answer – as though there would be any other answer than a longing-filled affirmative.
He brushed a fingertip at the place where her shoulder and neck met. “Yes. Just here.”
“Do.”” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 29: Night Encounter/Granger is Sensible, by @isthisselfcare
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