𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Phinks x Fem! Reader

Top! Phinks

Bottom! Y/N

Author: trash_writings(on ao3)

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You turn once in front of your body length mirror on the wall. The red dress clings to you, flattering every inch of you. It's not often that Phinks plans something ahead of time, but ever since he mentioned the Gala that Chrollo planned for everyone, you'd been excited. The day after he told you, you'd ran out to buy something new... well actually several new things. Underneath the red dress, you adorned a new piece you thought Phinks might enjoy removing with his teeth later, but you hadn't mentioned it to him yet.

"-----, are you ready to head out?" Phinks walks into the bedroom from the bathroom. He's still looking down at his dress shirt as he adjusts a gold set of cufflinks. "I'm pretty much done here," his eyes look up and scan your body; a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." Your brush the dress fabric down your thighs once more before looking back at Phinks. It's clear he's thinking some of anything else but this event, but you know he'll have hell to pay if you don't get him there on time. He walks towards you, his arms already reaching for you, which you cannot resist.

"Are you sure you want to wear that?" His voice is deeper than normal, he's obviously already pent up from these few moments of seeing you.

"I did buy it for tonight. So, I am very sure." You laugh before prying him off of you, his hands wandering far too much for your liking as of now. The small amount of friction between you tow has already stirred up something deep inside you that you'd like to keep at bay for this event.

"Baby girl," he coos pulling you closer to him, his breath teasing your neck as he tilts his head down between your shoulder and neck. "I don't want anyone looking at you."

"They can look all they want." His lips graze your neck, nibbling softly with his teeth. "It doesn't matter, since I'm with you." Every nerve in your body screams for you to stop when you finally break away from his hold. "Chrollo will kill you, no actually, he will kill me if I'm the reason your late to his absurd party."

"I thought it's a gala... I didn't know we were going to a party!"

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Chrollo's Gala is absolutely dazzling and absurd in every way possible. He had no reason to throw this party, really none at all. However, every member of his close-knit band of mafia members had shown up to support their leader. Of course, the organization stretched far wider than the people in the room, but this group was basically your family now. He not only included his original members but many of the newest ones to get them accustomed to the way they liked to gather for nonsensical events, like tonight. Anyone dating a member had become closely intertwined, and you were comfortable around these people.

All but one, anyway. However, none of that was new. Hisoka was obviously hated by everyone, but too good at his job to let go. You wanted to avoid him tonight, and with his crowd, it shouldn't be hard.

The night began and you separated from Phinks to talk to a few of the other ladies in the organization. Typical gossip dominated the conversation: who had the most recent bastard, who knocked up another whore, and of course, who was going to rise in the ranks. It's always vapid, but nothing new to you. However, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for Phinks whenever he was brought up. There was no replacing Chrollo's right-hand man, and no matter how much they wished for their husband's or boyfriend's day in the sun, it wouldn't come.

You catch Phinks' eye across the room at the bar. He's talking to Chrollo while leaning against the bar, a beer in his right hand while he keeps an eye on you while continuing the conversation with his boss and friend. Maybe you should have let him make you late tonight, he looks so good in his suit, the tattoos on his writs peeking out from the sleeves and the collar of his suit fails at covering the tattoos stretching up his chest and to his neck.