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azaraspirit · 5 years

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CH1| Sparkles and Thongs

Summary: what happens when you fall in love with a stripper?

Warnings: SMUT, lots of glitter, oral sex, language, stripper!tom.

Tagging: @mcuspidey @keepingupwiththeparkers @spiderboytotherescue @spideypeach @starksparker

Word Count: 2454

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CHAPTER ONE

You have heard of bachelorette parties getting wild but that usually applies to the bride-to-be. You never once thought that that would happen to you, a mere bridesmaid. But that’s exactly what happened one Saturday night.

One of your best friends was getting married and you were claimed a bridesmaid which you didn’t mind. You weren’t exactly a party person so the idea of a bachelorette party with guys shaking their asses in front of you didn’t seem like your cup of tea. That is until you left with one of them.

Your friend had to beg you to come, saying it wouldn’t be the same without you and because you’re a softie and had a hard time saying no, you found yourself getting into the party bus that would take you and your friends to a hit club in LA.

“Come on Y/N! Take a shot!” she shouted above the music that blasted in the bus. Neon lights glowed from the ceiling. “Shouldn’t we save that for the bar?” you asked.

“Pft no way! You need to loosen up!”

You rolled your eyes and took the shot. Your eyes closed shut as you tilt your head back to chug the alcohol down. You gagged. This shit was nasty.

“Big baby.” your friend murmured. Great. She was already tipsy.

“You’re gonna regret this tomorrow.” you grinned.

“I don’t think that far ahead.” she shot back.

You shook your head, smirking.

It didn’t take long to get to the bar. You and your friends made their way inside which was taped off from anyone else coming inside. Your eyes widened seeing several nearly naked men dancing on the stage with music blasting and lights flashing from every direction. A large disco ball spun from the ceiling.

“The bride has arrived!” shouted one of the dancers, only wearing a thong.

“Oh god.” you murmured to yourself. You wanted to ditch but a particular dancer caught your eye, making you blush. Most of the dancers moved to the center stage with the rest of your friends but he stayed where he was. He too was only wearing a thong and he was covered in glitter as he danced on the stage, twirling around a metal pole. You stood frozen, completely engulfed by his routine. Your vision tunneled. Voices drowned from the music as you stared. You found yourself walking closer to the stage. Your hands rested on the edge as you leaned closer

The dancer smiled as he saw you approach him. “See somethin’ you like darlin’?”

OH GOD HE HAD A BRITISH ACCENT. You sure you cummed on the spot.

“You can say that.” you smirked.

“You the bride?” he asked as he continued swirling around the pole.

“Nope. Just a bridesmaid. My bride friend is over there.” You pointed to your friend who was currently tucking bills in another dancer’s thong as he shook his ass in front of her. Your other friend went ballistic.

The dancer chuckled. “Hm well I don’t think she’s the only one who should be having fun tonight eh darlin’?” he asked.

He knelt down, getting close to you enough to lift your chin with his finger. “You’re more of my type than any of your little friends.” His voice was like melted chocolate: smooth and dark.

Okay if you haven’t cummed yet you definitely did then. Your body shivered upon contact. Your eyes locked with his brown ones. Brown wasn’t your favorite color but it certainly was tonight.

“What would ya say if we got out of here darlin’?” he asked lustfully, smirking.

“I’d say I couldn’t wait that long.” you replied, smirking back.

The dancer chuckled. “I think I have a solution to our problem.”

You both looked around, seeing that no one was even paying one bit of attention to either of you. “I might get fired for this.” he said as he got down from the stage. He took your hand and you shivered again. Nearly his entire body shimmered under the lights. “My name’s Tom by the way.” he mentioned.

“Y/N.”

He chuckled. “Well Y/N, you’re about to have a good time.” The dancer who introduced himself as Tom, led you to the back that was hidden by a curtain.

Normally you might not do what you were about to do but then again your mind was influenced by alcohol and your core was so wet there was no way you were gonna leave without getting some.

Tom led you to a small area in the back of the club. There was a rounded bed decorated with pillows and silk sheets. He pulled the curtain. “So no one disturbs us yeah?”

You blushed hard. Wait till your friends hear about this. Tom approached you slowly. Your skin flooded with goosebumps as his thumb brushed your cheek, leaving a trail of glitter.

“There’s somethin’ I have to tell you darlin’.” he said, his voice husky and deep.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Can’t exactly fuck you traditionally while I’m on the clock-against the rules.”

You blinked, confused. “Then what can we do?”

“Everything else.” he whispered in your ear.

Your entire body trembled in his arms. His hand gripped your hair as he kissed you deeply, sending every molecule in your body into a frenzy. Tom’s tongue slipped into your mouth, making you whine like never before. You never thought you could have produced such a noise.

You let Tom suck on your tongue as his hands traveled up and down your body, the only evidence were trails of glitter. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were making out with a sparkling stranger in a thong.

You were a good girl. You never did anything wild and you always obeyed the rules. Guess there was a first time for everything.

Tom picked you up with little effort. You gratefully accepted, your lips never parted as he lied you on the bed, feeling the cool smooth sheets on your hot boiling skin. Your body ached, eager to remove the clothing that was highly inconvenient.

Tom exhaled a shaky breath, chuckling as he hovered above you.

“What?” you asked, thinking you did something wrong.

“You’re fucking beautiful you know that darlin’?”

You blushed, giggling. “You’re the one who’s all glittered up.”

He chuckled at your comment. “Nah love, you’re way prettier.”

Another giggle. Tom smiled ever so softly.

“Weren’t you gonna wreck me?” you asked, eager to get back to your activities.

“Sorry, love. Was enjoying the view.” Tom leaned down to kiss you again, making your hairs stand up on end.

Saliva was heavily exchanged as you two kissed and sucked tongues like horny animals. Tom pressed his hard groin against your core that ached for friction. Both your undergarments were beyond soaked. You sat up to remove your layers of clothing as you two kissed. Tom tossed your clothing aimlessly behind him. Your heartbeat quickened when his fingers traced your bra.

“Whaddya waiting for Tommy?” You winked.

Tom looked up at you, stunned. The nickname definitely did something to him. “Tommy?”

You smiled and took his hands to your breasts. “C’mon, Tommy.”

He chuckled. “Alright darling.” Tom’s hands slid to your back where he unhooked your bra to reveal your plumped breasts and hardened nipples.

The lingerie was long forgotten as Tom’s tongue went to work, wetting your pink pedals with his saliva and sucking on your breasts. You gasped, your body buckling up ward and your toes curling. Your fingers gripped the sheets. Your eyes closed and mind swirled a million miles an hour. You never had such a sexual experience before that brought you to an orgasm. You cummed as Tom sucked on one breast and squeezed the other with his hand. He removed the remaining of your clothing, grinning. “You soaked darlin’.”

You couldn’t even speak as you were going through already, another orgasm, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. You whined.

“What’s that, Y/N?” he grinned.

“Need you…down there...” you managed.

Tom smirked as he hoisted your legs onto his shoulders. You watched through your fluttered eyelashes as his head leaned down to your core. Your breath hitched as you felt his lips get closer and closer. “Hm taste good, darlin’.” he murmured.

Your body shook to the vibrations of his moans as his mouth tended to your drenched womanhood. You pressed yourself further into him as you moaned back, trying catch a breath.

“Tommy oh god...that feels so good…” you praised in a shaky voice.

He sucked on your drenched folds.

“Don’t stop…”

Tom gripped one of your breasts as he continued to tend to you core with his mouth. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last but you hoped it would never end.

You breathed heavily as Tom lowered you down.

“Well darlin’?” he asked.

You took a long moment before answering. “Need friction.”

“C’mere.”

Tom offered his hand and you graciously took it as he helped you up. “Ride my thigh.”

You looked up at him, confused. “Trust me.”

You kissed him passionately and he kissed back. Tom helped you get into position as you sat on his thigh. You couldn’t help but to notice how soaked his pink thong was as his hardened dick swelled.

“I have something to tell you.” he said.

“Yes, Tommy?”

“I get off at midnight which is in about fifteen minutes.”

You looked at him dumbfounded. He wiggled his brow, smirking.

His hands reached to your lower back, pulling you even closer to where your stomachs touched. “There aren’t any rules where I live, love.”

“God I fucking love you right now.” You kissed him deeply, making him moan.

Tom tightened his grip around you. “Your friends won’t mind if I take you home will they, love?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Good because I’m taking you home tonight.” Tom grinned.

“Sounds good to me.”

Tom breathed heavily as you slowly started to ride his thigh. His grip tightened as you gained friction, gripping onto his sweaty curls for support. Your cum spread along his skin, blending perfectly with his glitter.

This was your first time thigh riding and it was absolutely glorious, an experience you would never forget.

You kept riding till you were physically unable to cause anymore friction. At this point both you and Tom were sweaty and panting and covered in glitter as you leaned onto each other for support.

“I don’t think we’re in any condition to leave do you?”

He grinned, trying to gain his stature. “Oh it’s happening, darlin’.”

The sunlight made your eyes flutter open. Your entire body ached but at the same time you never felt so good, so happy, so satisfied. You were confused, trying to get a sense of where you were. Memories quickly came rushing back from the night before and suddenly you remembered. You sat up, sheets falling off your naked body. Tom was passed out next to you, still smeared with glitter from the night before.

You smiled. He took you home just like he promised. You lifted up the sheet to see Tom was completely naked. Bruises and bitemarks trailed along his back side and ass. You blushed, remembering the moments you made them with your mouth.

Your phone buzzed and you looked over to see it on the nightstand next to the bed. Groaning, you reached over to answer. “Y/N speaking.” you greeted, rubbing your eyes.

It was your best friend, the bride-to-be.

“Oh thank fuck! What the hell Y/N? You ditched us last night! I thought you were kidnapped! I almost called the cops!”

You chuckled. “Nah, I’m okay. I uh...had other plans.”

“Like what? What could have been so important that you had to ditch?”

“I hooked up with one of the dancers.”

Silence.

“What?” You hung up to facetime her which she immediately answered.

“You’re naked.” she stated, staring at you. “And you’re all glittery. Where the fuck are you?”

“At Tom’s place-the dancer.” You smirked as you showed Tom sleeping next to you.

“Oh my god!”

“Shh! Don’t wake him up!” you hissed.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe it. My friend hooked up with a stripper!” Your friend went ballistic to where you hung up and went back to talking normally so she wouldn’t disturb Tom.

“Tell me everything!” she demanded on the other end.

“Well…” You proceeded to tell her everything and by that you mean everything.

Your friend was stunned to say the least.

“You are a god.” she said. “I’m bowing to you.”

You laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

Your friend giggled. “I can’t believe this happened.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, looking down at Tom who was still asleep.

“You gonna see him again?”

“Definitely.”

“Oh god. Imagine telling this to your future children when you asked how you two met.”

You restrained yourself from a loud laugh. “That’s not gonna happen, girl.”

“I’m just saying.”

“We barely know each other. All we did was fuck.” you reminded her.

She giggled again. “Oh, you and Tom did a lot more than fuck, Y/N.”

You giggled back. “That’s an understatement of the century.”

“You ain’t going to Heaven now girl. You sinned hard.”

You laughed. “I’m hanging up now.”

You ended your phone call just as Tom stirred.

He looked up and smiled at you. “Gosh you’re beautiful.” He spoke in a deep, groggy tone.

You blushed.

“I’d make breakfast but I’m too fucking tired.”

You smirked, chuckling. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“C’mere.” He reached upward and you laid back down to scoot closer to him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

For the first time you got really got a good look at Tom. Every detail of his face was revealed in the afternoon sunlight that flooded through his bedroom window. You only saw bits and pieces in the neon lights from the club the night before.

His eyes were a warm honey brown. The left brow was uneven but only made his face more handsome. His lashes were a mile long. Messy brown curls stuck up in every direction, making you laugh. The corners of his eyes were complemented with wrinkles when he smiled.

“What’s so funny, Y/N?”

“Your hair is a mess.”

“So is yours.”

“Wanna know a secret?” you whispered.

“Tell me, love.” He pulled you closer to him.

“I never been happier to have such messy hair.”

Tom laughed. “You’re such a sap.”

It was quiet as you gazed upon Tom’s gorgeous face and vise versa. You weren’t sure what your future held but you sure hell knew Tom was a part of it.

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hoeassproductions · 6 years

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Break A Leg: Chapter 1

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Word Count: ~1,500

A Chance Encounter

"Mom, how do I look?"

"I think you look alright. Maybe wear different underwear. I can see your panty lines."

"Who's going to be looking at my ass? It's an interview!" I say with a slight shake of my head.

"Exactly! Panty lines look unkempt. Wear a thong. You'll thank me later," as she holds out a nice, lacy black pair she pulled from my drawer. A pair whose matching bra I already had on under my cream blouse and blazer. Maybe a lacy bra is overkill for an interview but it's not like anyone will see it and it makes me feel confident. That's always good in the interview right?!

I grab the thong from my mom's hand and stuff it in my purse. "OK, mom. I have to go. I'll change on the train. I have to go! I'll see you after. Bye." I say as I kiss her on the cheek.

I run out of my house and get in my car. If traffic is light, I can still make my train into the city. I realize on the drive to the station, that I forgot to put my flats in my purse.

At least I have this thong. Thanks, mom. My ass crack will be about as comfortable as my feet by the time this is over.

I get to the station with just enough time to catch my train. As I get situated in my seat, I go over my selling points as to why I should be the pick for this position. I am in the running to be the stage manager for a small but successful theater company outside of Boston. I've never been confident enough to go for this kind of position. I always wanted to since my days backstage in high school; those are some of my best memories. There's nothing like theater magic to drown out the woes of the world, but graduating and adult realities quickly took over my life. I took a short-term job at a local community college teaching sewing and different crafting projects as an assistant with my mentor, Sarah. That was seven years ago, but she's actually the one that encouraged me to apply and take this interview, despite my reservations.

I can't believe I'm even doing this. It's not like they're even going to hire me.

Wow, way to psych yourself out you in secure bitch.

As my thoughts begin to pester, I realize I'm letting my anxiety get the best of me. I try to refocus my breathing and think positive, affirming thoughts.

You can do this! It's already a good sign that you have an in person interview. The worst they can do is not pick you.

I close my eyes and lay my head against the window for a few seconds. I begin repeating this internal monologue to myself as the train comes to a sudden, halting stop. Everyone in the car begins looking around with questions reflecting in their panic as the conductor comes over the loudspeaker.

"Sorry about that folks. There is some construction on the tracks in front of us and currently all trains are single tracked through this area. There is another train waiting to get through on the other side. Looks like it'll be a few more minutes. If you would like to get out at this stop, the doors will open on your left side momentarily. I should have another update shortly. Thank you for your time."

I look at the map and my watch. I don't have time to sit here for the 20 or so minutes this will take. I'm only three more blocks away than I would be had I gotten off at the right stop. I go to the bathroom and quickly change the underwear. I know it's stupid, but my mom's probably right. And if I'm going for a partial costume designing position, I need to look good too, right?!

I leave the bathroom as the doors open in front of me and I hop off the train. I start walking and regret not grabbing those flats after two blocks. I begin digging in my purse to see if I have a band-aid or something that can help to keep the blister forming on my heel from getting worse for the next three blocks.

As I dig deeper looking down into my purse, I collide with someone as hard as a brick wall, causing their hot coffee to spill down the front of my shirt and the remnants of my purse to go flying everywhere across the sidewalk. I kneel down to begin picking everything up to get it all into my purse as I begin to feel panic settle over me. My heart starts pounding and I'm finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. I begin shaking, now frantically gathering all of my things, and only just begin processing the front of my shirt. A shirt meant for an interview I have in 15 minutes is now ruined, when a hand comes into the corner of my vision holding out the pair of underwear I was wearing a mere 10 minutes ago. I begin to feel very embarrassed now, on top of the anxious panic from this encounter. Only when I reach out to snatch the garment from his hand does he realize something is wrong.

He helps me up and is speaking to me, but I don't hear a word he says. He takes me to a nearby bench and leaves only to return with a brown paper bag. He hands it to me and I begin taking short, frantic gasps into it. After a few minutes, my breathing returns to even, resting breaths and he hands me a cup of water. "Thank you," I say. "You didn't have to do that." I down the cup of water and feel much better. "Listen I appreciate you doing this. It wasn't necessary of you, but..." And as I turn to face this stranger for the first time, I am met with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. "...thank you" is all I am able to get out.

"It's no problem really. You seem to be in a rush and it was my fault I wasn't paying attention. Then you were having some sort of attack, so I thought to help. I'm usually on the other end of the attacks, but it helps to know what to do in a pinch." I barely catch what he's saying, except something about me being in a rush and that he has experience with this sort of thing.

Just then, it dawns on me why I'm here and I look at my watch. I have 7 minutes to get to my interview. I tell him that I'm really sorry but I have to go and take off running as best I can in these heels. It doesn't take much for him to catch up to me. I tell him I'm late for an interview in 5 minutes, to which he replies, "Aw, fuck. Now I'm an even bigger dick. I've ruined your blouse by spilling coffee all over it."

I look down for the first time as his words register and realize that you can see straight through my shirt to my black bra. I see out of the corner of my vision, he notices it too. Embarrassed, I quickly begin thinking about how to fix this, when he holds out a dark blue V neck. I make eye contact with him and ask, "Are you sure?"

"It's the least I can do," he says genuinely, as if he hadn't just saved me from my panic attack. I can see seriousness in his eyes and while I ponder the situation, we get to the building where the interview is.

As I go through the revolving door, I notice he follows me. I turn to him expectantly, as he holds out the shirt and offers to guard the door while I change. "You're a total lifesaver!" I say as I hug him and run to the restroom.

I quickly change my shirt and decide to leave a couple buttons undone so you can see the lace edging of the bra. Although not entirely classy, under my blazer it can be considered a little edgy and maybe even stylish. I do a quick once over in the mirror and fix a few strands of my hair.

You're as ready as you'll ever be.

I leave the restroom, only half surprised to see him waiting there. I do a little twirl and say,"What do you think?" As I look at him, he seems to be lost for a second, but then returns with, "Definitely an improvement. You wear that shirt better than I ever could." I blush slightly at this comment and then pull it together.

I give him a quick hug. "Thank you for everything, but I really need to go. Sorry!" I say as I walk to the lobby desk. "No problem!" he semi-shouts at me across the lobby as I give the receptionist my name. She directs me to the 3rd floor and as the doors open, I hear the man shout from behind me, "My name's Chris. What's yours?" "I'm Y/N!" I shout back with a smile as the doors close.

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A.N.: AHHHH! I’m really excited about this so I wanted to get it up quick. I will go through again, and try to fix any errors I may have missed. I actually enjoy writing this, and who knew fanfic author would be one of my titles?! I hope you guys enjoy, and as always, for myself and others, feedback is appreciated. Give me your thoughts about it! Any ideas for whats to come? Maybe I can somehow incorporate them. I have a fairly loose skeleton of a plot line right now, so this story can really go anywhere. I hope we take the ride together!

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girlwsoftsound · 7 years

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Shopping Around || Adam Hann Oneshot

Word Count: 2,037 Summary: “Going shopping with Adam!” Author’s Note: I’m alive and posting! I thought it would be fun to remerge with an adorable and cute Adam fic. I absolutely love this one! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“I hardly think I am allowed in here.”

Giggling, you look to your boyfriend with a soft expression. Adam has always been there for you. He loves following you on every journey you take, staying right at your side to cheer and support you. He also loves hanging out with you during those in-between times, when life does not have a plan for you and you are simply enjoying yourself. Today is one of those in-between days, as you are out and about with Adam in tow at the local mall. Still wanting his close companionship along the way though, you brought him inside the dressing room with you to watch you try on a few dresses. To those outside of your tag-team duo, it looks like funny business is sure to go on because of this. Hell, even Adam is wary of others in this time. He scratches his arm and gazes around the small cubicle nervously. Something about the situation has him distracted from your undressing. You frown.

“Adam, it’s alright,” you assure him. “No one is going to barge in here and yell at you for merely supporting your girlfriend.”

“They will if they think more than ‘support’ is going on,” he mumbles, but you do not catch it. Your eyes are set on a beautiful and shimmery red dress. Putting it on and showing off to Adam is all you care about. Stripping off your shirt, you catch Adam blushing in the corner. It warms your heart, and you throw him a soft smile. He gazes down at his feet.

“Adam, babe, can you hold the dress for me as I undress?”

His face flashes a few deeper shades of red, but he complies. Adam strides forward and grabs the hanger with the red number hanging from it. He waits until you finish dressing down to hold it forward to you. You kiss his cheek as you take the dress from him. A giggle slips from your lips, causing Adam to quirk his eyebrow up at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so nervous,” you reply. “Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye, silly!”

“Not my fault somebody is being very attractive in front of me in a public space where we’re probably being observed,” he mumbled back, earning an eye roll from you. You get the red dress up onto your shoulders, the straps sliding on nicely. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you look incredibly stunning. It does not take others telling you so to convince you - it’s a wonderful fit on you. Adam still whistles low and gazes you up and down, impressed with what he sees. You blush. Any assurance of what you already believe, especially at the hands of your loving boyfriend, helps.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re always so beautiful, {Y/N}.”

Your face softens. Adam always knows what to say to make you weak in the knees, even months into your relationship. Turning to face him, you take a step forward and kiss him. It’s chaste, a mere peck, but it sends Adam aflame. You swear you catch a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t you have dresses to get to trying on, love?”

Giggling, you nod and look yourself over in the mirror one last time before peeling the tight number off you.

“I do,” you reply. “If you’re good and do not complain while I try on the rest of what we brought in, perhaps we can go look at that one pet store further down the mall.”

“You’re joking.”

“Be good and see,” you tease, winking now in your underwear. Adam gulps and straightens himself up against the wall, but he tries his best to keep his mouth shut. If keeping quiet ensured his leaving the small cubicle in time, he was willing to hush for as long as you required.

After three more outfits, you are finished. You decide to keep the red dress from the beginning and a blue blouse you paired with the jeans you already had on. Adam follows you to the counter, waiting patiently as you pay, before taking the bags for you. He follows you like this even outside of the shop, when you stop to buy a candle and browse through a shoe store. Not a word is spoken by him, just as you told him. He plays nice.

That is, until you walk towards Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh, you are not taking me into there.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Adam and smirk. “What did you say? It sounds like you don’t want to go see the pets in the pet store?”

The pout on Adam’s face almost makes you feel sorry for him. “{Y/N}, it’s going to be torturous for me. You know that.”

“All those puppies are going to be so disappointed-”

“Alright,” Adam concedes, visibly unsure of himself. He knows he is going to struggle to hold his tongue in this store, especially with you so keenly watching over him. You believe he is up for the challenge and kiss his cheek. He swallows hard.

The initial walk in is fine. Sure, Adam is gripping hard onto your hand, and you can see him bite his lip when he sees some of the lingerie, but he keeps steady. All is well. Further steps however prove a challenge, especially when Adam catches sight of something he’s never encountered before: a bralette.

“What is this?”

Giggling, you walk over and pick out one of what Adam is gazing upon. It is a cute hot pink bralette - not something you would ever get, but definitely not the worst thing in the store. Holding it up, you tease him by shoving it near his face. Adam blushes.

“It’s a bralette, silly!”

“What is that even supposed to cover?”

You pause. “Are you complaining, Mr. Hann?”

“No!” Stumbling, Adam takes the bralette and tries his best to look comfortable around it. It looks more like he’s painfully forcing the emotion, but it’s cute, so you go with it. “I'm not judging! I'm not! It was a serious question! I want to, er, know it’s function.”

“It’s like a bra,” you say, grabbing it and putting it back on the hanger. “You can wear them as bras if you’re not too busty, but even then, you can sometimes wear them. I usually wear them under shirts where my bra would show to cover them up. It makes clothes look fancier.”

Wide eyed, Adam takes your hand and walks you away from the contraption. He thinks he’s subtle, but you can tell he’s trying to move past the incident. Unfortunately, he walks you both right into the panties section - the crack of any girl who likes sales and cute underwear. You hustle to check out designs. Adam, blushing even more, follows behind awkwardly. You smile at him and hold up a pair with puppies on it for him to see. Though incredibly uncomfortable, Adam cracks a smile back.

“They’re cute.”

“They’re an omen of what’s to come,” you say back, winking. His smile widens. “Oooh, look at these!”

Adam’s smile fades instantly, replaced with his blush and awkward expression. In your hands, staring back at him, is a black thong. He’s no stranger to the item - he’s seen you with them before. However, those were more private situations. Seeing you with one in public, knowing he has to behave himself is next to sinister. His hands dive into his pockets.

“They’re um, ehem, they’re nice.”

You grin up at him. “Pick out your favorite color, Adam. I’ll get them along with the puppy ones.”

Adam opens his mouth to respond, but is stopped by a wave of panic as you start to walk away. He grabs hold of your arm just before you’re out of his reach, pleading at you with desperate eyes to stay. You rub his arm.

“I saw a bra I wanted to try on near the front,” you tell him, kissing his hand. “I figured, instead of putting you through going into the dressing room with me again, you could pick stuff out for me here while you wait.”

He pauses, considering, and then sighs - the sign of giving in. You kiss him on the lips and then run over to do what you need to do. Adam looks at the giant box of panties and turns scarlet. He is counting down the seconds until you return and save him from this misery.

Six minutes and forty-two seconds later, you reappear. You find Adam getting told by a worker how to choose underwear out for a girl. It’s one of the funniest things you have ever witnessed, the poor lad trying his best not to show his emotions yet failing completely. After a few seconds of watching, you walk forward and take Adam’s hand.

“Thank you for trying to help him while I was gone,” you tell her, an older lady with wispy blonde hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t think he was a lost cause.”

The lady grins. “Oh, he’s not too bad. The fact he is willing to learn speaks loads for him. When you’re ready to check out, come see me!”

That is what you do. After taking Adam’s contribution, a beautifully silky black thong even nicer than the one you originally chose, you go up to check out. The lady teases Adam a bit more, but he takes it in stride. You believe it’s perhaps because he is nowhere near the large bunch of panties. As you leave the store, he is almost as good as new. You kiss him to congratulate him. He smiles and grins even bigger when you direct your walking to the pet store. The moment he sees its bright red and blue lights, he’s ecstatic. There are no words for his reaction to the puppies playing in the back of the store in a pen.

“I love this,” he says a few minutes later when he’s sitting on the ground in the middle of them. Five puppies, cute as ever, have him surrounded. You have taken to filming the situation, a smile on your face.

“It’s your prize for being so good while shopping with me today.”

“You’re a blessing, you are.”

“I wouldn’t praise me just yet.”

Adam looked to you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well…do you have a favorite of any of these guys?”

He paused, and then - “NO WAY!”

Giggling, you nodded and knelt down. “I’ve had this planned for weeks. I know you’ve wanted a puppy for so long, and since the pet store is in the mall…well, I thought I should have some fun with it.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You kiss him. “Pick our new little friend, babe.”

It is a hard choice, but Adam picks out the perfect furry friend. His name is Pablo, a little golden retriever puppy with floppy ears and a sweet face. Adam holds him in his arms as you pay for Pablo’s new toys, food, and leash and collar. Once paid for, you exit the mall as a group. Adam holds onto Pablo as you both get inside the car, his nose nuzzling the black, wet nose in front of him.

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“Oh, I think I know how you can start.”

Again, Adam is confused. “How so?”

“Well, let’s just say…we explore the use of that silky thong you bought me when Pablo is asleep.”

Adam smirks and reaches to squeeze your hand. “You know what? It’s a deal.”

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Purple Cheeky Underwear

Characters: Retail worker!Dean x Reader (eventually), Martha (Dean’s boss)

Word Count: 903 (aka short and sweet)

Warnings: Talk about underwear, if you don’t like the word ‘panties’ then be prepared

Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve written anything in months. Enjoy my terrible and ungodly short fic (which may very likely become a series).

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

He hated this job. “Anything but retail” is what he used to tell himself. Yet still, he was stuck here.

“Dean, will you please go fold the clearance shirts in the women’s section? Those ladies are ruthless when it comes to our blowout sale.” Martha bellowed, half exhausted. Dean could hear the frustration in her voice, and almost feel how badly she wanted to go home. Martha was a good boss, but she lets herself get stressed too easily.

Dean nodded and walked exactly thirty-two paces to the sale table. There were thin cotton shirts of pink, neon green, navy blue, gray and more scattered about the length of it. He picked up the first shirt with his right hand – a blue one with a large cartoon sun that said “SHINE ON” – and proceeded to rub the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. It was smooth like velvet, but the cotton material kept it light and airy. He unraveled the wrinkled mess, folded the left and right sides of the shirt backwards, and finally creased it in half on the table. He then smirked to himself, admiring his work, and thought back to how long it took him to get that down.

A snicker came from the racks on his left. He stopped, smile slowly turning into a mischievous grin, and swung his head quickly in the direction of the noise. That’s when he first saw you.

You chose to wear simple black leggings, a lacy black bralette, and a thin pink sweater that day. A small amount of black shone through the sheer shirt, but you didn’t really care at this point. You’d just finished a hefty workout, pieces of hair flung this way and that, sweat still glistening on your forehead. When Dean’s eyes met yours, your face flushed red hot and you turned away from him. You hadn’t meant to make a sound, it just sort of slipped out.

You proceeded to return to skimming the racks of undergarments. Why did society force women to wear bras anyways? Boobs are totally natural! They shouldn’t be forced into confinement for hours upon hours at a time. But you did enjoy shopping for them. That is, until a cute boy comes around, and you act like an embarrassed 13-year-old all over again.

Dean carried on with fixing the rest of the shirts. He only messed up 3 times – a new record! After he was finished, he looked over to you standing at the same rack that you were ten minutes prior. You thought, “Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was staring,” before rushing over to the underwear section to escape the beautiful man. Luckily, he had retreated to talk to his boss at the cashier counter.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. You ran your fingers over the edge of a tiffany blue pair of boyshorts. They were cute, but predictable and safe. You never took a liking to wearing thongs constantly, as they were too uncomfortable, and you had no need for other risqué garments. Men were a waste of time and you enjoyed being single (most of the time).

“Can I help you find anything today, miss?” His voice was coarse and deep. It made your heart leap at the sudden closeness of it.

You turned to stare into emerald eyes and a sweet smile. Why was this guy a retail worker? Shouldn’t he be a model, or something? “No, I’m alright. Just browsing.” You cracked a small grin, feeling nervous and shaky.

“Are you sure? You’ve been over here for quite some time. I could help you find something, if you’d like.” He put on a big smirk and leaned his weight onto his left hip, toned arms crossing his chest.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, like you’d be an expert in what I’m looking for.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Well, you’d be surprised. I’m sure I can be of some assistance. Besides, it looks like you enjoy the basics.” He nodded to the pair of tiffany blue boyshorts in your hand. You hadn’t realized until now that you snatched them up when he had startled you.

A hot blush crept across your face again. “Ha, yeah, well… I don’t always go with the boring basics.”

“Hm, yeah? So you’ve definitely worn something like this before, right?” He reached to his right and lifted up a bright purple pair of lace cheekies with strings on the sides. Normally, you’d be freaked out by a total stranger discussing panties with you, but you felt a little bold on this particular evening, and he was pretty damn good looking. Why not?

“Oh, definitely,” You winked at him. “But I’m not paying your guys’ prices for something that’s not really intended to be worn for long. Catch my drift?”

He looked down, and a smile crept across his face. He laughed and shook his head, bringing his eyes back up to your gaze. “You’re a tease, darling. My name’s Dean, and you are?”

“I am leaving now. Thanks for the help, Dean. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe.”

And with that, you sashayed your way out of the store. You could feel his eyes on your ass while you walked away, but you didn’t care. If Dean wanted you, he’d have to chase you, and that’s exactly what you intended to find out.

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