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superblysubpar · 11 months

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'Rari Go Fast, I Know You Like It

rich!steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve takes you for a ride after closing a big deal at dinner. | masterlist | Title/fic inspiration song always at the bottom (please for the love of God listen to this song it's so hot) - steve's music | 18+ Only, NSFW

WC 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT (a little flirting/teasing at a handjob/fingering - both under the table in a very public setting / roadhead while Steve is driving - reader performing, steve receiving / car sex - parked with no one around / PIV intercourse - creampie ) | dirty talk

A/N: sorry this is late and if there's any formatting issues! I'm in the car! 💛

So, it was a little fun playing pretend.

The chill of pearls against your heated skin, resting in the dip of your collarbones and worth an amount that isn’t even fathomable to you. A Chanel bag with Steve’s credit card hot from use nestled inside and a bottle of perfume in your backseat as the tires come to a halt in front of the valet. Expensive lace with straps and buckles - shiny, pretty things to tease your boyfriend with. Not to mention the color, cherry red, sour and sweet. Devilish beneath a respectable and pristine navy cocktail dress that hugs you in all the right ways.

Heels clicking against the pavement, as you’re helped out of your car by not a man in a maroon jacket, but Steve. Dress slacks that fit him perfectly, a blazer and button down shirt that’s all worth more than your car. His shirt unbuttoned to show a tasteful amount of chest hair that has your mouth watering. Shiny shoes and a leather belt, a watch on his left wrist that stops halfway up to his hair, seeming to remember not to mess it up at the last minute. The one remaining piece of your Steve - hair still too long, but the carmel locks styled and gelled to look a little more purposeful than his normal mess. His hand rests on your lower back as he kisses your cheek and whispers, “Thanks for this, angel.”

Your perfectly manicured fingers slip into his, squeezing your thighs together as the cool metal band of his class ring stings your skin. Sue you, so you're a little aroused by your boyfriend dressed up for the part too. His thick fingers take over yours as he tugs you toward the hotel entrance. Murmuring in his ear as you slip through the held open door and into your role, “Anything for you, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve’s lips twitch, moss and cinnamon glinting in his eyes as they dance over your face. Testing the line, his gaze dips for only a second to the neckline of your dress, curving over your breasts in a simple sweetheart neckline and he blows a breath out through his nose. Glancing over his shoulder before his hand lands on the line of almost distasteful. His pinky and ring fingers gently rubbing back and forth, falling deeper towards the curve of your ass as he scolds, “Behave, baby.”

“Steven!” A voice calls, interrupting you both with a tone that’s deep and booming.

Steve’s fingers scratch at your back, shoulders rolling as he straightens and mumbles, “Showtime.” Both of you turning with wide smiles, Steve extends his hand, “Jack! Bruce!”

It’s all firm handshakes and introductions of wives and slapping shoulders and you hate that it’s doing something to you. The wives complimenting your outfit, your makeup, the sharing of town gossip that they include you in - asking you questions and your opinions on latest trends. It makes a bittersweet taste linger on your tongue when you get a little trill of excitement running through you from it all.

Sitting next to Steve, legs tucked under the pristine white tablecloth. Table settings with more forks than you knew what to do with. His fingers buzz over the skin on the inside of your thigh as the waiter holds a bottle of red out for your approval. Steve's fingers squeezing and staying put when you nod and Bruce nods his approval. "Your wife has good taste, Steven!"

"Oh, I'm not…" you begin and he waves you off.

Bruce winks at Steve, "Harrington's just taking his time picking out the perfect ring, right?"

Steve smiles into his wine glass, nodding. Another squeeze of his hand as he roams a little higher. Your thighs close around his fingers and his smile grows a little around the sip.

Steve's hand doesn't leave its new home while the business discussion begins. Steve talks animatedly, hitting all of his points with a passion and confidence you've never seen in him. The men twice his age listening intently and you're incredibly aroused watching it all unfold before you.

It's a part, you know it is.

But is it? Steve eyes you cooly as your thighs press together in search for friction when he finishes the deal. Hands shook and promises of things signed come Monday morning. His thumb brushes your skin higher, his shoulders rolling back as he hits lace. Laura, Bruce's wife, asks you questions and you keep your attention on her, your hand trailing up Steve's thigh. You nod and reply, "Oh yes I'd love some cream-" palming Steve's quickly hardening cock as he chokes on his drink as you finish your sentence, "For my coffee."

Steve removes his hand from your thighs and pulls your hand up from his lap, kissing your palm and mischief glinting in his eyes as he rests your enclosed hands on the table. Laura talks your ear off about future get togethers, help with office parties and bridge clubs. Steve's thumb brushes your knuckles as you offer to send her your lemon bar recipe, lifting your fingers for another kiss when you turn bashful at her compliment of your new pearl necklace. The boys talk shop, plans for golf on Sunday and promises of scotch and whiskey tomorrow evening.

When you walk out hand and hand with Steve next to Bruce and Laura, you're beginning to forget your initial resistance to the evening. Why didn't you think you'd have fun? Were you playing a part?

Laura gives you a hug and Steve whistles as Bruce motions to the Ferrari parked in his VIP spot. Bruce looks between the pair of you and the car before a wolfish grin spreads across his face.

“Take her for a spin, son.” Bruce winks, dropping the key into Steve’s palm.

“Sir, I-” Steve’s argument is waved away and Bruce puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder, patting it roughly.

“Just a little taste - enjoy it! You're one of us now, need another Ferrari man. Jack and his Porsche.” Rolling his eyes as he starts to walk back into the hotel, arm wrapping around his wife who smiles widely at you. He calls over his shoulder, “Bring it back for breakfast! We’ll play tennis after, right honey?”

Laura beams up at her husband, squeezing the arm that sits around his waist. He nods to the pair of you, Laura waggles her fingers and they disappear inside again.

Steve lets out a surprised laugh, fingers covering his mouth as his eyes widen in their gaze at you. He’s whispering behind his hand, “Crazy, this is crazy…this is…”

Your eyes bounce between the car and Steve’s hand holding the key. A familiar ache in your stomach blooming from the thoughts swirling in your head and you step closer. You've been wanting him alone since you stepped out of your car and this was your opportunity to finally seduce Steve for a change.

Your lips ghost over his cheekbone, whispering in his ear and relishing in the shiver that runs through his body when the words leave your mouth, “Take me for a ride, Stevie?”

Steve's tongue juts out over his lip, pupils taking over any color in his eyes as he nods and practically races to open the door for you, "Yeah, yeah okay."

Steve closes your door after you slip in, running around the hood and pausing abruptly in front of the car. He licks his lips again, his chest heaving and he finally breaks - the hand that’s been aching to run through his hair finally doing so.

"Baby," he closes his eyes, blowing out a breath before opening them again. A mixture of a laugh and groan tinging his words, "Shit, I wish I had a camera. You look so sexy in this car."

Your body heats at his words, ducking your head down as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Stifling your giggle, you nod your head backwards, motioning him with your fingers, "Come on, loverboy."

Steve's grin could melt the ice in the furthest reaches of the globe. He hops in the driver's seat excitedly, hands rubbing the black leather of the steering wheel with eager eyes. He adjusts the rearview mirror. And then, he puts his hand behind your head on the seat, turning to glance over his shoulder as he backs out of the luxury parking space.

Fuck, this is not gonna last long.

Steve looks like he's made for this car, sitting back comfortably in the tan leather seat. The radio playing Queen and his lips quirk up on one side, nudging the dial louder. Flashes of the city lights hit the pair of you as you drive further out of Indianapolis. Oranges and gold illuminating his face as the wind whips your hair. City noises of horns, people yelling, and the clanking of alleyways being used by closing restaurants fading away quickly into crickets, to a peace that’s not quite silent but almost. Watching him closely as the speedometer slowly climbs, Steve’s face is illuminated by the soft glow of the dash. His eyebrows raise as the meter hits 80, the car making not a single noise of protest like yours would as he shifts gears smoothly.

That’s when his lips twist into a smirk, his thigh flexes as he pushes the pedal harder, eyes dancing between the meter and the road. You can’t take it anymore, pressing the lock of your buckle and Steve’s eyes jump over to you at the noise.

“Baby, what are you-”

You’re leaning carefully over the console, fingers gripping his seat as you kiss just behind his ear, nose trailing down his neck as he moans, sentence breaking off. Your fingers trail up the inside of his pant leg, lips smiling against his skin as you feel him already hard.

“I-I can pull over and-”

You speak into his cheek, fingers on his belt now, “Keep driving.”

“Oh fucking hell.” He blows out his breath, a whine bubbling out of him as you drag the zipper down slowly.

Your thighs are coated, slick and sticky since he closed the deal earlier. Steve lifts his hips as you maneuver his length free of his boxers and slacks. His foot presses to the pedal harder, bucking his hips into your hand at the feeling of your touch.

Not giving him a single ounce of time to prepare further, your mouth slips over the swollen tip that's already leaking for you. One of his hands finds your hair, thigh under your palm flexing as he no doubt presses the pedal even harder as you dip lower.

It’s messy, not as precise as you’d like to be, tongue swirling and spit pooling. Steve’s fingers grip your hair a little meanly, a little too rough and when he yanks your roots when he hits the back of your throat you moan around your sucking.

“Fuck, shit baby, you’re,” he gulps for air, trying to find his words and keep his eyes on the road. Voice shaking, filled with shock and confidence in the same breaths, “You like sucking the bosses cock, huh?” Moaning in agreement that's loud enough for the radio to be drowned out as you nod around your bobbing.

Your new lingerie is ruined, you’re dizzy with Steve’s attitude, with the dinner, with the deals, with the fucking car. Tongue swirling around his tip, flicking the slit and collecting more precum and Steve jerks his hips up again. Your fingers grip his thighs, console digging into your knees and you can’t take it anymore, one hand reaching down and rubbing furiously at your swollen clit.

Steve practically sobs as his eyes dart over to your hips rolling against your hand. Choking on his words, “Oh my god, are you - christ babe,” as your nose hits the patch of dark hair at his base when you take him even deeper.

Pulling up his length slowly , lips swollen and wet as they drag against him. Your tongue traces the vein that runs along his shaft, your eyes glance up at him under fluttering lashes. Steve’s eyes are closed and your mouth leaves him with a sudden and lewd pop. Your head whips up to see you’re now going well over 100, moving into the gravel that starts the ditch on the side of the road.

“Steve!”

“Wha-Shit! Fuck!” His eyes open, glossy and dazed and he straightens, blinking rapidly. His hands find the wheel, responsibly at ten and two, correcting the car’s trail into the lane again.

Steve’s cheeks are red, chest heaving as his eyes dart left to right too quickly. He turns the wheel suddenly, the car spinning into a small clearing. Surrounded by trees and hidden from the road, he slams it into park and turns the lights off.

“I need you right now,” he grabs at your jaw greedily, hair and eyes crazy and you pull away from his grip. Relishing in the glint that flashes in his gaze at your defiance, at the groan that rumbles in his chest and you have to bite back your grin.

“Have a little patience Steve, I got all dressed up for you and you don’t even care? Maybe I had a really nice night for us planned back at the hotel…” you sigh, hand reaching up to unclip your hair.

Steve licks his lips, as your hands shake out your curls. He moans when you lean forward, lips kissing up his dick and hovering over the tip.

“Please, baby, I-”

Smiling against him, tongue flicking out and teasing him. Trying to contain your amusement in the whimper he makes at the motion as you kick off your heels and climb over the console. Your dress rucked up around your hips and Steve’s eyes drink you in, large hands roaming up your thighs.

Your own fingers pull at the hem of your dress, removing it over your head and your smile finally wins as Steve falls back against the seat heavily with a loud moan. His eyes are darker than the night sky above you as he tugs on your lace covered hips. Breath hot against your skin as he yanks you closer to him, kissing over the swell of your breasts and up your neck.

“You planned this?” He licks at your neck, your jaw, up to your ear. Sucking bruises and soothing them with his tongue too quickly for your liking. This is all going to be over too fast.

Your body arches against his, neck extending for him as you gasp, “Well, not the car exactly, but-”

Breaking off into a moan as he kisses down the column of your throat, a thick finger pushing the lace of the lingerie set to the side. Steve’s able to slide through you easily and now it’s his turn to smile against your skin.

He’s not the one who’s needy, you are.

“Honey, you’re fucking soaked.” A second digit spreads your folds, teasing and circling your clit and you have to bite down on your lip hard to suppress the pathetic sound that’s trying to escape you.

The pads of his fingers stop at your entrance and he smirks into your jaw, nose nudging your cheek as he speaks. Voice raspy and tinged with a desperation you’ve never heard before, “Got all worked up watching me make money, yeah? Wanna be a little spoiled, huh baby?”

When Steve pushes his fingers into you with no resistance, you know there’s no use in fighting it and you nod, your own fingers gripping at his shoulders. Your breath is coming too quickly, the heat pooling in your stomach coming too rapidly and you gasp out his name.

He smiles, lips hovering over yours as your hips roll against his hand. Steve watches you, almost casually, leaning back, thighs spreading wider. You wouldn’t be surprised if he put his other hand behind his head like he was relaxing by the pool. His fingers curl and find the spot you were aching for him to touch for hours, he doesn’t even blink as you clench around him. Steve’s tongue presses into his cheek, fighting a wider smile as he nods, “Yeah that’s it pretty girl, just take whatever you want. So spoiled,” his other hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer and his lips press to yours roughly, “So fucking spoiled.”

Pushing on his chest, you whine, “Steve, I need-”

His fingers slip from you and wrap around his length, coating himself in your slick before he’s yanking you lower on his lap.

“Yeah? Then take it.”

Pathetic, you’re pathetic, and you don’t understand how the roles reversed so quickly. How did a night of pretending, a plan to seduce Steve turn into you begging for him in a fucking Ferrari?

There’s no sting as you take him, it’s too wet, too ready for him, and your head is thrown back with a gasp of pleasure. Your eyes blink as he sucks on the top of one of your breasts, hands on your hips as he moves you up and down on him sharply. Tears for Fears plays and stars glimmer above you and you’re already about to cum. How was he always able to seduce you into these sinfully delicious scenarios even when you had a plan to do it to him?

Angry you didn’t win, again, you push his face into your chest harder, fingers tugging in the back of his hair. Steve’s breath hitches as you roll your hips, grinding down on him. He can feel you clenching around him, you can feel every ridge and curve. Steve kisses up your neck, begging your name as you bob on him faster, hands squeezing your hips. He’s gone.

You’re both playing dirty now. A filthy grind of your hips against his, hands yanking in hair, mouths breathing into each other’s and Steve leans the seat back suddenly. Gasping as you fly backwards, your weight falling against him fully, he groans. The new angle has your clit rubbing against him just right and you’re panting into his mouth.

The pressure builds in your gut almost in time with the music playing, swelling and crescendoing to a level you've never reached so quickly. You’re trying to win stil,l but it’s all over when Steve begs one simple word into your parted lips.

“Come.”

Your body spasms, it’s a demand and a plea and he nods as you whine and your bouncing picks up it’s pace as your orgasm rips through you. Steve is quick to follow you, painting your walls as he holds you down, hands pressing into your back as his hips buck up into you harshly before faltering.

A whole song seems to play before the other sounds of the world return to yours and Steve’s ears. Cars driving by not too far away, owls and various woodland creature’s calls when you make eye contact. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, neck bruised by you even though you don’t remember doing it and his hair is messier than it’s ever been. You’re sure you look even worse and suddenly the two of you are laughing.

You hide in his chest and he curls his arms around you. He lips brush along your temple and he squeezes you lightly. His laugh rumbles in his chest against yours as he whispers a little too cockily, “Told you you’d have fun tonight.”

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Ok, now I have to see the version where Midge actually starts to go thru with the wedding, and Lenny runs in yelling “Nope!”, or something like that. Please.

(since I already wrote the Gordon one, let's try something different)

He's late, because of course he's late, and he's kicking himself because he didn't mean to be late, but here he is.

Not that he fucking agrees with Midge remarrying her terrible ex-husband, but he promised he'd be there. Lenny promised they'd always be friends. Always, and he just-

Can't let her down.

But he'd been hoping to catch her before the ceremony to maybe...

Fuck. Talk her out of this probably.

But he's fucking late.

And he does his best to sneak into the back of the synagogue. To get to a back seat so no one notices, but the problem is that the aisles are lined with heavy flower arrangements and Lenny just-

Knocks one over.

And the echoing, resounding crash is deafening in the silence of the synagogue as the Rabbi performs the ceremony.

Stops performing the ceremony.

Everyone looks at him, and Lenny just-

Fuck's sake.

Midge looks shocked to see him, even though he'd promised to be there (which really says something about the value of his promises), and the ex just looks irritated.

"Lenny?" Abe calls, looking confused.

"Hello. Yes. Sorry. I'm- I'll just-" And he sits quickly without trying to pick up the flowers, realizes he didn't pick up the flowers and gets up to do so.

Making more noise.

"Fuck," he mutters. "Get it together, Bruce. Jesus."

And then suddenly, he hears quick footsteps rush over, and Midge is there, helping him.

"What are you doing, you're supposed to be getting married," he hisses.

"It's heavy, you can't lift it by yourself, I've tried."

"You weigh two pounds," Lenny argues.

"I'm trying to be helpful."

"You're supposed to be getting married!"

"Lenny, will you just-"

"Midge-"

They stare at each other for a long moment in the silence of the synagogue, as everyone watches them.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he whispers. "I meant to get here on time."

"I didn't think you were coming at all."

"I said I was coming, I even sent the little fucking card."

"I just-"

"Thought I would punk out," Lenny finishes. "I suppose I have been a coward lately."

"You said it, not me," Midge says.

He can't help a little laugh. "Hey."

She laughs, too as they lifts the flowers.

"Nice dress."

"It's champagne," she grumbles. "I hate champagne."

"Gives you a great ass, though," he mutters supportively.

"Well, that's something at least," she mutters back, adjusting the flowers."

They stare at each other again.

"You should-"

"I know," she nods.

"I should-" he points to his seat.

"Right."

"Unless-"

"Unless?"

Lenny shrugs and whispers. "Unless you don't really wanna do this."

Midge takes a deep breath.

"Midge," Joel calls.

She turns to look at him and gives him a big shrug.

"Fuck," Joel mutters. "Midge!"

"I can't-I - I gotta go," she says, grabbing Lenny by the hand and dragging him out of the room and towards the exit.

"What's happening right now?" Lenny asks, frantically.

"I can't marry Joel again," she says, equally panicked as they get outside. "I can't marry Joel again, what was I thinking? Susie refused to show up. Gordon refused to show up. Because they knew this was a huge mistake, I can't believe you're actually here!"

"If I had gotten here when I planned, to I had a big speech prepared to try and convince you not to go through with this," he admits. "But not really, I was just gonna wing it."

"Do it now."

"Now?"

Midge nods. "Yep. Lemme hear it."

Lenny looks at her as if she's crazy but takes a breath. "Fine. Okay. Uh. Joel is a schmuck. He broke your heart once, and he'll do it again. He never really knew you, or what you were capable of, and he doesn't appreciate how funny or how talented, or warm, or beautiful you are, and you can't marry him. Because if you marry him, then I'll never be able to flirt with you again, even in a funny way, and who wants to live like that? And he'd have you back in that kitchen in seconds." He says quickly with a snap. "You deserve more. Better than that. And I'm not saying you should be with me because I'm basically a walking dumpster fire, but for fuck's sake just- don't marry-"

He doesn't get to finish, because he's being kissed within an inch of his life.

When Midge pulls away, he keeps his eyes closed.

"Thank you," she breathes out, her hand stroking his jaw tenderly. "Thank you, Lenny."

He opens his eyes finally, and gazes down at her. "You wanna go in there and tell them the wedding's off?"

"You don't think they got the gist?" she asks.

"You just said 'I gotta go,'" Lenny points out. "That could mean needing the bathroom."

"I dragged you with me, why would I drag you with me to the bathroom?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Midge huffs and picks up the skirt of her dress, dashing to the curb. "Taxi!"

Lenny blinks and follows. "Okay. I guess we're leaving."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #I have no idea what just happened

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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hey! so I had this dream and you're the only person I know who can turn this into a beautiful fic. An Indian style wedding with Loki. Maybe include the avengers as guest. Also him being confused with the traditions. And.... clad in an emerald green sherwani. The reader is in a green wedding dress too! ALSO I LOVE YOUR FICS! YOU ARE AN AMAZING! 😭💚

First of all thank you so much dear for enjoying my writing and for the compliment 💚❤️I combined these two requests ❤️💚 I wasn't able to add everything because it would be 10k long fic if I tried to sum up an indian wedding 😂

Loki x Indian Reader wedding

You were getting married to the love of your life. Your wedding with loki was all set to take place tomorrow, when you asked for a traditional Indian style wedding as that's what your parents wanted, and you couldn't deny them, they were already being so gracious as they 'permitted' you to marry a white alien man. Their words not yours and loki was so damn confused, he already dreaded meeting your strict stereotypical Indian parents but when he finally did, he charmed his way in pretty quickly.

Who wouldn't adore that sunshiny ray of light, your parents were no different. You couldn't wait to be his wifey and you couldn't wait to call him your husband.

"Omgg jeeju and his friends are here" you heard your cousin and you blushed, it was your haldi ceremony today and since loki didn't have any idea about any of the hindu traditions , you decided that it would be best if you both did all the rituals together. You were dressed up in a yellow saree with your flower jewellery, all ready to get glowed up "I can't believe you're marrying an avenger" your cousin neetu said excitedly "I can't believe she's marrying a prince" your best friend chimed in. They all giggled and blushed as loki entered the venue, he had Clint, tony, Bruce, steve and Bucky with him, his best friends and ofcourse his brother Thor they all dressed up in white kurta pyjamas

As he sat down next to you, you couldn't stop staring at how angelic he looked, those green eyes and raven curly hair contrasted perfectly with his white kurta "Hey beautiful" he whispered and before you could say anything he was hoarded by your friends and cousins as they clicked pictures and chatted his ear off with randomness. His friends were just so confused but amused, your aunties dragged them to the dance floor and made them move on bollywood songs. Tony stark can dance that's for sure.

"So I'm gonna get that all over me?" He giggled as he stared at the bowl of yellow turmeric paste "Yes it's supposed to make you all glowy and brings good luck" you pecked his cheeks quickly, and then looked around hoping nobody saw that, he blushed as you did. You looked so beautiful and he wanted to kiss you but he couldn't. Your parents would frown upon it.

"Then I should have you all over me because you make me all glowy my darling love" you blushed as you heard him and looked down "Love that look on your face princess, can't wait for our wedding night, I read it's a ritual in itself? What do you guys call it? 'Suhaag raat right?" You glared at him as he flirted shamelessly with you "shussshhh you'll be thrown out if they hear you" you warned him and he giggled in response. He's your everything.

By the end of the ceremony you both were covered in yellow all around, your cousins had so much fun getting their hands all over him, he looked so cute like that and you couldn't have been happier. In the evening when Sangeet ceremony started, your family had a whole choreography to perform which was expected from a typical Indian family but what you didn't expect was Loki to do a dance performance on "Saajan ji ghar aaye" with his friends, who suggested him that? You had no idea but he danced perfectly and somehow he was able to lip sync too, he dragged you into his performance and ofcourse being a Desi girl you didn't need a choreography to match steps with your soon to be husband.

Next day when your wedding finally arrived you felt so nervous, you wanted everything perfect, even though you always thought your wedding lehenga would be bright red you decided to choose green lehenga, since loki was wearing green sherwani you wanted to surprise him and match with him, once you got completely dolled up, you heard your cousin yelling that the groom was here and your heart raced in your chest, you're going to get married and you're going to become his forever.

When your cousins left to see the groom you heard a knock on the door and you thought must be someone from your family but it was loki. You can't see him, it's bad luck, it must be a superstition but you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the door and you stood right next to it, with your back on the door "baby I can't see you, it's bad luck" you told him and he chuckled "I know I read about that, just wanted to hear from you princess, you must be nervous" truth to be told, he was way out of his element and he was nervous too, all those people out there, not leaving him to breathe, grabbing him for pictures or making him do another one of the countless rituals, he was scared and lost without you, and he knew hearing from you would help him, he was doing this all for you. He would do anything for you

"I was baby, but I'm all better now, thank you for coming, are you okay sweet love? Just few more hours and we will be all done I promise" you whispered softly and he smiled, that's all he needed to hear "I know princess, I just needed to hear from you darling, I love you so much" he mumbled softly "I love you" you responded, you wanted to hug him but you couldn't, just few more hours, you consoled him and yourself most of all, then he was gone, groom can't go missing for long afterall.

He thought you were adorning red for the night but when he saw you in that green lehenga he couldn't stop himself from tearing up, as you entered the stage for jaimala he smiled as he looked at you, you're the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on, not just your outer beauty but you had the prettiest heart too, you accepted him without judgement, you loved him unconditionally and he wanted to give you every little thing you'd ever want from him. You couldn't stop staring at him either, he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man to ever exist and he was about to be all yours forever.

When the wedding rituals finally started he was so lost, with every mantra and every chant he got more and more confused, but he did everything he was asked to do by the pandit (priest), he did enjoy the saat pheras though, giggled his way through it, his smile and laugh so infectious, everyone just adored him in the moment, he was so relieved when after 5 hours the wedding rituals finally got completed, then came the worst part 'the vidai' or the going away ceremony, now you have always lived away from your parents but there's something about getting married to someone that makes you feel like you're leaving your parent's house forever and the thought made you cry.

When he finally took you away and got a moment alone with you he hugged you so tightly and consoled you "I'm so in love with you princess, I'm always going to, I'd never allow you to feel sad or lonely ever again, even if you do I won't let it last for long" he whispered and you hugged him tightly "I love you too loki and this is the best day of my life, long and exhausting but definitely the best day, I promise to be yours and be by your side forever my sweet sweet boy" you giggled and he kissed you softly as he heard you.

"Wifey" he smiled as he picked you up

"Hubby" yeah you are the luckiest woman ever.

"Now time for that Suhaag raat"

He winked mischievously and you were in for a long night or a day.

#Loki #loki x female reader #loki x desi reader #loki x Indian Reader #Indian wedding fic #loki x reader fluff

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