midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

rosey cheeks (smut)

hello all

mommy is back 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

that was a joke please

anywho

HI

HOW ARE YOU

ARE YOU GOOD

IM GREAT

OKAY FOR THOSE THAT DONT KNOW-

i took a break because i found out my boyfriend had cheated on me with 2 other girls

he was ugly and toxic anyway so i'm happier without him lol

so now i'm back to write sex about a fortnite character

wow that's not strange

this is like a slightly older midas x reader

dilf vibes without being creepy if you get me

so let's go ig-

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"Y/n would you please hurry up? The guests are already arriving-"

"You try zipping up a dress by yourself!"

You sighed in exasperation, yanking the zip harder from your back. The warm sweat laying on your brow and the grit in your teeth wasn't exactly setting you up for a pleasant evening.

"This is getting ridiculous! How hard can it be?"

You mocked your fathers voice, hopping around the room trying to get your dress up. You finally zipped it up, sighing loudly.

You peered in the mirror, tapping your lipstick and moving your hair back into its place. You frowned at yourself, not really looking forward to another trades party. It was always full of old men, and they were usually sexist.

"Y/n!-"

"I'm nearly done, go back downstairs and juggle for the old bastards or something" You mumbled, fixing your eyelashes carefully in the mirror.

"If you are not down in 15 minutes, I swear"

You pulled a face as he left, hearing his squeaky dress shoes make their way down the hallway. Your dad was a higher man, very wealthy and very business.

You seemed to be the complete opposite, not exactly falling in love with the trade as much as he did. He did want you someday to take over from him, but you knew that would never happen.

You took a deep breath, practiced your 'princess smile' and made your way to the door. You opened it quickly, gently pattering down the hallway. You looked over the banister onto the busy enough floor. Wealthy people moved around like flies, hovering and probably sucking the economy dry.

You stopped at the top of the stairs, slowly making your way down. You were careful not to make eye contact with your dad, who seemed to have a habit of announcing your appearance at every party.

You nearly made it down, only to hear~

"Finally! My daughter, and future heir to the company Y/n!" Your dad spoke loudly, bowing his head to you.

You stood awkwardly, seeing everyone applaud and bow their heads the same. Your face was going extremely hot, as you scanned the room to look at everyone turned to you.

As you were doing so, you met eyes with a man. He wasn't nearly as old as the others, in fact he had a youthful expression in his eyes. He was holding a champagne flute, his stance and height giving him an advantage to everyone else in the room.