Cheeky Mena

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Requested by @takahn0018
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My hand reached up to my neck, fingering the cross Mena gave me for our anniversary. We've been dating for about five years and truly I couldn't be happier with anybody else. I'm glad I married him not so long ago.

Everything about him I've grown to adore, from his deep colored eyes to his bright wide smile that greets me every morning.

He's that type of person that radiates positivity and constantly have others around them, a natural charmer.

I watched outside the car window, looking at all the people strolling on the sidewalks, some with bags in their hands while others listening to music and bopping their head to the rhythm.

A warm yet familiar hand lays on my thigh, I look up to a grinning Mena.

"What are you so smiley about?" I teased watching as he shook his head and smiled even wider, a chuckle slipping through.

"What? I can't smile at my wife?" He asked as I shook my head to his question.

"No, sir, you're sneaky about something."

He laughed this time, letting the curls fall into his face. I love the way he beamed when he smiles, it has become my new favorite thing.

"I'm not sneaky...I just...I looked at you and thought about how lucky I am..." He sighed after, gripping my thigh under his palm.

I could feel my cheeks heat up, the power his words had over me, the power I don't mind at all.

"You're so cheesy," I pushed him away before he notices the redness around my cheeks and ears.

Immediately his eyes light up, rubbing my thigh gently with his hand before speaking up.

"Babe, you're blushing."

"Sure." I blurt back as his face leans closer to me, the cologne instantly hitting my nostrils. He places a soft kiss on my cheek before letting his mouth fall onto my jawline and neck.

I could feel the air between us heat up immediately, so I stop him before anything actually happens or before we get too frustrated.

"Meens, we're on our way to an interview, and I don't think...you'll want to have a boner on camera," I whisper to him as the driver looks through the rearview mirror.

"You're right," He rests back on his seat and gently releases his hand from my thigh.

I giggle to myself for his obedience, just the fact that I know I have the power and control to pleasure him drives me insane.

"We'll be in there in 5 minutes." The rough voice from the front called as we nodded back to him.

Eventually, we arrived in 5 minutes and got escorted into the building where we were expected to be. Mena's hand in mine as the guards walk us into the office/room.

"Hello hello! Y/n! Mena!" The two women chimed extending their hands for us to shake. Soon enough, they explained everything and sat us down in front of the camera as they fixed their hair, and a stylish fixed us up a bit.

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