Except this is after Colt's wedding about a year and a half and this time it's Grace and Simon's wedding
And Colt doesn't know ANY of these people or why Ryland knows so many engineers and astronauts and hey isn't that one guy a terrorist?? Didn't he go to jail like 20 years ago why is he here?
And Grace is just dodging questions cause he can't really talk about it and uses kissing Simon as a distraction every time
Simon seems a little less confused than Colt but he's still wondering why their wedding venue is a giant military ship but who cares his hubby is smiling and kissing him and he looks happy nothing could possibly go wrong right?
could we get a continuation of mafia seonghwa? 👀👀 maybe after they’re married 🫣
Wedding bells | Mafia!Seonghwa x Reader
Sequel to Little Flower
Tags/warnings: MDNI, established relationship, wedding sex, blindfolded, oral (both receiving), possessive dom!hwa, petnames (flower, dove, sweetheart), light biting, car sex, spit, dick slapping, praise/degradation, breeding, fingering, some fluff in the middle, rough sex,
word count: 3.3k
a/n: i’ve been workin like a dawggg on this😭
It had been nearly a month since your first encounter with Seonghwa, and each day had been more blissful than the last. Every free moment in his schedule was devoted to you, showering you with attention and lavish gifts. So when your big day arrived, no expense was spared. Every one of your slightest whims was fulfilled tenfold, all because he loved the way your eyes lit up seeing something spectacular.
The banquet hall he rented was enormous, but it needed to be. The place was packed with people, whether from intimidation or anticipation. Even news reporters lingered outside, eager to get the scoop on the kingpin's bride. Of course, top-level security was stationed at every door, per Seonghwa's request, he’d never tell you this but if anybody tried to ruin your wedding, he’d have their head. Everything was meticulous, just as you had always dreamed, but never thought would come to fruition.
Mere hours before, you found yourself in the ornate dressing room, preparing for the evening ahead. The gentle notes of a sweet melody danced through the air from the music box resting on the vanity. You were lost in the moment, so much so that the faint creak of the door almost didn't register as a shadow slipped into the room. A grin tugged at your lips, only the city’s most elusive assassin, your fiancée, could make an entrance as stealthy as that.
“Hwa, isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” you tease, not even looking up as his nimble fingers wrap around your waist.
“That's why my eyes are closed,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss along the nape of your neck. “Just need a taste of you to hold me over.” You crane the muscle, allowing him easy access to kiss a trail up the side.
A goofy grin falls on his lips as he savours the feeling of you against him. “I bet you look so gorgeous, flower.”
“I’ve hardly even gotten ready yet,” you giggle, turning to face the man before you. Your playful tone is met with his eyes tightly shut, a hint of rosy colour warming his cheeks.
“I can tell,” he purrs. His lips curl into a smirk as his hands trail down, tracing the hem of your panties across your hips. His grip tightens, already looping his fingers through the lace.
His eyelashes flutter softly, and you can feel his resolve to keep his eyes shut wavering. With a light touch, you place a finger against his plush lips, signalling him to stay put.
“No peeking,” you whisper, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you tug gently at the tie that dangles from the collar of his crisp shirt.
You loop the silky fabric around his eyes, sealing him in darkness. He wouldn't dare let anyone else have him in such a vulnerable position, but the simple softness of your touch calmed the storm inside him.
“Is that too tight?” you whisper in his ear, concern lacing your voice. He chuckles at your words, pressing another kiss to your jugular, ”I’ve had tighter.”
You grasp his hands, leading him with a gentle touch toward the chaise lounge. You lazily drape yourself across the plush cushions, uttering two simple words. “Please me.” He drops to his knees, hands already spreading your thighs apart.
“I love tasting you,” he groans, nose nudging at your clit through your damp panties. He pulls them down in one swoop, growling, “My sweet little flower.”
Your hands instantly find themselves in his hair, lighting tugging him towards you. He stops only for a moment to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, before hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you close to his mouth.
His tongue was quick to push against your hole, spreading the juices that were already starting to leak. You cry out, head falling back into the pillows. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising as he pulls you closer, eagerly lapping up your arousal.
You try to hush your moans under your hand, but a quick burst of pain follows as Seonghwa bites into your thigh. “If I can't see you, at least let me hear those pretty sounds.” The murmured words rumble into your pussy, making your hips rock against his face.
With no barrier, your moans echo off the walls, spurring on Seonghwa as he devours you. His tongue flicks against your clit, just barely teasing before sucking roughly. Your thighs and his face are absolutely soaked in a mix of his spit and your release, dripping onto the couch.
He pulls away, harshly spitting onto your hole with a grin. You shiver at the feeling, thighs clamping around his head. “Your nectar tastes so sweet, flower,” he groans into you and your back arches with pleasure.
His hand grinds down on your clit, and your hips roll into his touch. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimper out, lips parted in pleasure. Sloppy kisses press up your thighs as Seonghwa makes his way along your body, lips pink and wet.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he whispers, fingers playing at your clit. Your legs wrap around his wrist, hips rocking against the friction. The words can barely form as every motion wracks a moan out of you.
“Come on, little dove,” he growls into your ear, “Tell me whose making you feel this good.” He presses two fingers inside, and your wetness gathers around him.
“You are,” it comes out as a breathless whimper, “Only you, Seonghwa.”
He curls his fingers inside, lips latching onto yours as he coaxes your orgasm out of you. “Good girl, cum for me.” Warmth pools in your stomach at his words, Your thighs tense and suddenly it rips over you, moans flowing directly into your lover's waiting mouth. He hungrily swallows the sound, spanking your pussy as you cum.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you,” he sighs, rubbing your soaked hole and sending vibrations through your body.
He pulls away his slick-covered fingers and sucks them into his mouth, savouring the taste. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiles, pulling you close. You nestle into his chest for a moment, waiting for your heart rate to slow.
“As much as I love cuddling with you, the whole city is waiting for our wedding,” you remind him, playfully kissing his nose.
“As if anybody would dare rush me,” he retorts, giving one last kiss before standing to smooth out his shirt. You stare up at him with love and lust, even with his eyes covered, your fiancée was breathtakingly handsome. His lips still shone with your arousal, face flushed and heated.
“I can’t wait to see you in your dress,” he muses, lingering by the door.
“I’ll barely have time to get into it at this rate,” you tease. He smirks at your words, sneaking out as quietly as he came.
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The moment you walk down the aisle, Seonghwa looks like he might pass out. His eyes widen with pride and lust as you glide between the pews, looking absolutely stunning. A hushed whisper drapes the room, drawing all attention to your entrance.
The dress was perfect, custom-made just for you. Despite how angelic you looked, he wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip the lace right off your gorgeous body and claim you over and over again.
As you stepped onto the main stage, you were practically encompassed in golden light. Seonghwa wasn't even sure he was breathing until he felt the magical touch of your hand on his.
“Hi,” you whisper, unable to hide your beaming smile. He looks at you, momentarily speechless, before stammering, “You’re so beautiful.” He has seen millions of priceless jewels and stolen countless ornate artifacts, yet they were all fool's gold in comparison to the dazzling sight of his beloved.
No other sounds reach his ears; all he can focus on is those ever-important words from you. “I do,” you utter. His heart swells as he struggles to contain his excitement and wait for his turn to speak.
“I do.” The words escape him in a rush, and in an instant, he pulls you close, dipping you into a passionate kiss. The crowd erupts in applause, flowers being tossed, birds flying, but the two of you were in your own little world.
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You’d never in your entire life seen more people than the number waiting for you and Seonghwa to leave the reception. Paparazzi cluster alongside guests, dizzying camera flashes already lighting the entrance hall. Seonghwa’s arm wraps tightly around your waist, a warm contrast to his brooding stare at the crowd. His piercing gaze cuts through the frenzy, locating the black limo waiting for the two of you.
As he guides you down the red carpet, he creates an intimate bubble, effortlessly keeping everyone else at a distance. He may be a well-known figure, but right now, he can only focus on you. The way your dress hugs every curve just right, your soft makeup glimmering even in the harsh lights, and most importantly, how you were gripping onto his arm like you were scared to let go, like you needed him. That soft touch was enough to make him want to ruin you.
He ushers you into the back of the luxurious limousine, prepared to whisk you away to the airport for your honeymoon. The moment the door clicks shut, you're enveloped in a world of tinted privacy. Immediately, Seonghwa's gaze finds you, intense and hungry, brimming with desire.
“Need you,” he growls, pulling you close. A moan escapes your lips as he latches onto your neck, sucking a new bruising mark onto the barely faded ones. Your arms drape around his shoulders as he lays you down onto the seats, following with an onslaught of affection.
“In the car?” you giggle, nuzzling into him. Your question is answered by a harsh kiss on the lips, he practically whimpers into your mouth at the contact. Seonghwa kisses like your tongue will be the last taste he ever gets, hungry and messy.
“You're all mine, flower,” he whispers against you, already fumbling with the zipper of your dress, “Forever.” The gentle buzz of the car fills you with exhilaration as his hands roam up your sides.
Goosebumps prickle on your skin as he slides down your dress. As you wriggle underneath him, his eyes darken with lust. “You're so perfect like this,” he growls, caging you between his arms, “Vulnerable.” His knee presses between your thighs, giving the slightest touch to your heated core.
He softly grabs your chin, thumb pressing against your lower lip. “Open.” It's a command, not a request. He straddles your chest, quick to take his throbbing cock out of his pants. It's clear in an instant how long he’d been waiting. The tip twitches and leaks with anticipation as it approaches your lips. “Get that dick nice and wet so I can fuck you with it,” he coos, stroking your hair as he lines up with your waiting mouth.
He slaps the tip on your tongue, hot and heavy. Before you can even take a breath, his firm hand grasps the back of your head, pushing you onto his thick length. The girth stretches your lips, already making drool dribble onto your chest. “That's it,” he hisses, easing it further down your throat.
Your lips suction around him, leaving a grating friction against every thrust. His hips stutter at the feeling and it takes no time for a rhythm to develop. You gaze up at him with glassy eyes as he fucks your throat, feeling his length press deep into you before sliding out and pummeling back in. “You're so pretty,” he growls, cupping your face underneath him.
You can't even respond, only moaning onto him as his pace becomes relentless. His balls slap against your chin, spit dripping from your mouth and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He pulls it out for a moment with a loud pop, and holds you still, to your chagrin.
Before you can complain, his dick slaps you across the face. Heavy and wet. In your daze, you can barely respond, but he's obsessed either way. “You're all cockdrunk just for me.” he punctuates the sentence with another harsh slap of his member. His stare pours into you like a wolf whose caught a rabbit, eyes wild and ravaging.
Mind clouded with lust, you can only manage pathetic whimpers, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he rubs his tip against it. “Kiss it, baby,” he coos, pressing up against your lips. When your lips pucker against his throbbing head, it's all over for Seonghwa.
Shivers run through his body at the sight of his pretty girl being so messy for him. “Nobody else gets to have you like this,” he groans, pushing back into your warm mouth. “All mine.”
Your eyes roll back as he uses your throat, cursing under his breath every time your tongue swipes against the pulsing vein. The sounds filling the car are filthy, as you gurgle on the spit and precum filling your mouth and spilling from the edges of your stretched lips. Your jaw aches to accommodate him, but the sight of him above you; hair falling over his clenched eyes, made you putty in his hands.
“My messy little whore,” Seonghwa mutters under his breath, wiping away at your face. His words go straight to your core, making you whine out around his length. “What's that baby?” he teases, slowing his strokes and holding your head back so your wide eyes meet his steel gaze.
“You like being my whore?”, he growls, squishing your cheeks together around his cock. Every touch of his hand sends fire through you, and no response is needed to answer his question. He nods your head for you anyway, loving the control.
“I know, baby,” he coos, “and pretty little whores get fucked, don't they?” He doesn't wait for a response, dragging out of your mouth and shifting back down the seats. You gasp out, sputtering to catch your breath, and in an instant, your husband is back to softness. He pulls out a handkerchief and softly wipes away the spit and precum covering your face.
“So pretty, even when you're wrecked,” he whispers, caressing your cheek. As you lie back, he's quick to drag down the rest of your dress, leaving you bare.
His hands ghost against your panties, eliciting a groan as he feels the wetness within. “You're soaked.” You want to shy away from his teasing words but he keeps you firm in place. With a hand keeping your thighs spread, he leans down, inches away from your face. He smirks down at you with a knowing gaze. “You know what I want you to say, baby.”
Warmth burns across your face as you try to avoid his stare, muttering out the words he loves to hear. “Need you,” you whimper, hips bucking up against him. He chuckles at your words, leaning further to kiss your forehead.
“You're gonna have to speak up, sweetheart.” His words brush past your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your words fall voiceless as his strong hands knead your thighs, painfully close to your centre. “Say it,” he growls.
“I need you, Seonghwa.” At the sound of your words, he yanks your panties down. Your back arches as his hands dive fully between your legs. His fingers slide inside with ease, spreading open and squelching inside your entrance. Your legs fly up at the feeling, curling into yourself, with pleasure. He gladly takes advantage of the position.
Before you can react, his arms hook around your thighs, holding them up and lifting you against him. A hand flies over your mouth as he fucks his fingers deep inside you, rutting his cock against your ass. “Good girl,” he whines, eyes glued to your hole. With every pulsing thrust your juices squirt out around his fingers, dripping onto the seat.
“I’ll give you what you need.” No matter how many times you had Seonghwa inside you, his length was always a shock. Legs still in the air, he rams into you up to the base. He stays stationary for a moment and you can feel those veins throbbing away inside you.
His grip on your thighs keeps you still as he pounds his cock inside, sending juices flying everywhere. The thick head grinds against your G-spot, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. You cry out, hands dragging down his abs as he fucks into you like he owns you. It's hard, deep, and relentless.
“Take it,” he snarls repeatedly, drinking in your noises as he impales you on his cock. You moan pathetically in response, feeling your cunt flutter around him. The car fills with the sounds of skin on skin and your arousal spurting out of you, each thrust making it pool at his base before dripping onto your ass. “Look at the mess we’re making, getting cum all over the new leather,” he growls, laying a spank on your thigh,” You dirty girl.”
The moan that rips out of you at his words is so absurd, you're sure the chauffeur heard it. Your orgasm bubbles out of you and Seonghwa only grins, fucking you through it. Your whole body stiffens as you scream in pleasure, somewhere between begging him to stop or to keep going. Your wetness gushes out around him and coats both of you in slick.
The atmosphere is thick and heavy and lust. You're both covered in sweat as steam fogs the windows. He spreads your thighs, dipping in between them to press a bruising kiss to your lips. You moan wantonly into his mouth, through it all, his pace never slows. Your legs fall helplessly against the seats as he grinds into you, swallowing your mouth in his own. He bites at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue against your own and eliciting another squeal from you.
Spit connects your lips as he moves away; moonlight catching his flushed face hovering over you. His hips stutter as he stares down at your blissed-out face, “On your stomach,” he demands with a groan, pulling out only slightly to turn you around, ass up and face smished against the seat.
The new position puts him deep inside, sending another wave of pleasure through you. One hand goes straight to the plump of your hip, yanking you back and forth onto him, the other wraps in your hair, pulling your head back.
Your back arches as you feel his strong thighs slapping into you, your pussy convulses around him and he growls,” Keep squeezing like that and I'm gonna fill you up.” You moan aloud at his words, every thrust vibrating through your body. His hand comes down on your ass in a harsh spank, making you jump.
“Beg for it.” His thrusts intensify, wild and sloppy as he drills into you. The words rip out of you as he slams against your sweet spot, “Cum inside me,” you wail, drool dripping out of your mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” his words trail off into a moan as his hips roll deep into you. In an instant, his balls are emptying inside you. Your walls tighten around his twitching length as it pools within you.
“You're such a good girl,” he whispers, keeping his dick inside you as he leans down to kiss your spine. You fall back against the seats, a whimpering mess.
“We’ll get you cleaned up before we get on the jet,” he coos in your ear.
I know that in their wedding day, Robert noticed how his Z-team were snickering like little kids while looking at him, even Chase, Mandy, and Royd were huddled with them and glancing at him, so he knows they had something planned and just hoped to every single diety out there that it won't ruin their wedding. He can take whatever they give him, but if they ruin his and Flambae's day, he is going to be making them do the worst dispatching jobs ever for a month.
He tenses instinctively when he noticed Chase heading towards him. He steeled himself, prepared for whatever the hell they throw his way, then Chase just... hugs him. And hands him.... is that a photo?
He gave Chase a curious look, but he left as soon as he gave the picture. He decided to take a look, convinced it might be pictures of him or Flambae, maybe when they were kids, maybe when they were working.
It was not that. It was Flambae. Hair undone, supersuit's v neck somehow even lower. Posing flirtatiously as the camera. Fuck. He quickly shoved it in his pocket. No one can ever see Chad like that but him. Speaking of...
He glanced at Chad, who was still with his family. The second he noticed Robert staring, he gave him a wink before answering whatever Azarah was asking. Oh that fiery ass-
He had been pulled around by different superheroes and dispatchers he worked with, some of Chad's family members who supported him in spite of everything, and his mother and her side of the family that managed to fly all this way to see him. He couldn't ignore the picture in his pocket, always checking that it was in fact there and didn't fall off. He knew it wouldn't be the last one, so he was always on edge. When he noticed Mandy heading towards him, he knew what to expect. Mandy hugged him, handing the cursed photo (that made it so so hard not to want to take his husband to the side for a little fun).
He glanced at it, and his face felt hotter. Flambae was in the process of taking off his suit, posing in a way that shows off his biceps. Fuck he did get bigger and it shows.
This happened althroughout the reception. Royd gave him a big hug, gave him the photo of Flambae, the upper part of his suit completely off, both his hands grabbing his hair and posing. Robert couldn't help but follow his happy trail and almost groaned when the lower part of his suit blocked his view.
Katon-Ur "made love" to him, thankfully gentler this time, and handed him the photo of Flambae in the gym in shorts, sweating while he was lifting way more weight than usual. Katon-Ur made note that Robert's heart was "beating faster than usual".
Herman gave a quick hug to not wet his suit before shoving the photo (covered in plastic) at Robert before rushing back to the others. It was of Chad in-fuck of course his husband wore speedos. He was wet, the photo was in a shower, he was surrounded by steam.
Janelle gave him a hug, whispering to him that he get to have two favors from her as a present, before handing over her photo. it was of Chad cooking, half naked, hair in a bun.
Colm made him kneel to give him his hug. He gave the photo of Chad sitting on an armchair, completely relaxed, legs open wide, looking at the camera invitingly, completely naked save for an open book covering his-
Golem patted him in the back before handing him his photo. Chad was in a bedroom, and looking down at the photographer with bedroom eyes, with only a thin bedsheet around his waist to cover him up.
Mal gave him a big hug, her tail wrapped around his leg, before handing over the photo of Chad on a bed, the photographer taking the photo from above, Chad's hair cascading on the pillow, he looked relaxed, like he knew he was the prize and was waiting for Robert to have him.
Sonar gave him a hug, chirped and gave him the photo of Chad, sitting on the bed, sideview, with one hand combing his hair, now completely naked and curse his thighs for covering up his- ehem.
Courtney gave him a suprise hug from behind before shoving the next picture in his pocket. It was of Chad half naked on a balcony, smoking while looking up at the night sky.
Robert knows Alice would have the last picture. His mind was completely racing. Chad has been skillfully escaping him for a while now, it was getting ridiculous how much they were apart despite it being their wedding day.
It finally happened. Alice hugged him, and gave him the last photo. Robert was sure he'd finally see Chad in all his naked glory, the man was not shy about himself in the least and these pictures have been edging him on. Instead, what greeted him was something else. It was definitely not high quality like the other photographs, it was definitely a selfie. And in this one, Chad wasn't alone.
Robert was there, deeply sleeping in Chad's arms. Chad was looking at the camera, laughing a bit, because placed in between them was the engagement box with his ring in it. It was a photo of the day before Chad proposed.
Now Chad finally decided to show up, smirking like the damn fiery asshole he was. He was about to say something, but who fucking cares what he has to say after all this. Robert grabbed him and gave him the deepest kiss he could while in public. He could hear them cheering, he could hear Sonar whining about some bet (of course they did). It didn't matter.
What mattered was Chad's warm arms around him, Chad's lips pressed on his, eagerly kissing him back. What mattered was the fact they're married, and he gets to enjoy the rest of his life with this man.
He will get revenge on Chad for edging him on their wedding day, but right now, he was enjoying his moment with his new husband.
Genre: fake dating au, plus one! jungkook, neighbour! jungkook, fake bf! jungkook, family drama, destination wedding (Italy), mystery (kinda), angst, angst, romance, smut, light comedy
Summary: Crashing your ex’s wedding with a fake boyfriend was never the plan. Especially not when the fake boyfriend turns out to be the groom’s long-lost cousin with an agenda of his own. You just wanted to look unbothered, and Jungkook just wanted answers. Neither expected real feelings to gatecrash the deal. But in a vineyard full of secrets, what’s one more lie between strangers pretending not to fall in love?
Series word count: ??
Chapter count: 5 + epilogue
Taglist: Comment or send me an ask to be added to the series taglist!!
Parts:
• Part 01 (wc: 8.1k)
• Part 02
• Part 03
• Part 04
• Part 05
• Epilogue
