Sarah paulson one shots

Shelby (fluff)

"Shelby hurry up, we're going to be late!", you shout to Shelby whilst she was still getting ready to go out. "I'm coming," she shouts back. "That's what you'll be saying later," you laugh at yourself. "What was that?" Shelby says in a fake serious tone. "Mmm nothing," you stand in awe looking at her.

The way her body fit that dress perfectly, her curves are making you drool. "Like what you see huh?" She lightly punches your arm and walks over to the door, her heels clacking with every step. You walk behind her, admiring her body. "Baby come on, we seriously are going to be late," she says before opening the car and sitting in the driving seat. You finally listen to her and get in the car.

Because of Shelby driving, you take the opportunity to mess with her. A few moments of silence pass before putting your hand onto her inner thigh. Shelby doesn't react, she keeps focused on driving and keeps her eyes on the road. A frustrated thought comes in head and you go one step further. You tighten the grip on her thigh, digging your nails on the inside of her thigh, near her hot core. A gulp comes from Shelby but she still doesn't say a word. A small smirk comes from your lips, knowing you've got to her. But you want more. You release the grip from her thigh and lay your hand over her underwear.

"Seriously? Teasing me in the car," a slight dominance comes in her voice. "What you gonna do about it?" You ask, sounding slightly bratty. Exactly how you wanted it to sound. "Oh baby, you'll find out what I'll do to you," she says in a low voice. A shiver goes up your spine, instantly taking your hand off her core. "That's what I thought sweetheart," she chuckles, knowing she has complete power over you. She never acted like this, dominant. You would be lying if you said you didn't like it. A small smirk comes from Shelby and she continues driving.

"We're here babe," Shelby quietly says before turning off the engine. Looking around, a big sign that said the name of restaurant could be seen. "I hope it's nice," you say to Shelby before getting out the car and closing the door behind you.

"Where is Cate, she's 15 minutes late," Shelby huffs, taking a sip from her glass. "I'll text her," you bring out your phone from you pocket to feel Shelby's hand on your thigh. "Good girl," she leans in your ear and whispers. "Shelby, not in public," you quietly moan out. "I'll do it whenever and wherever I want," she growls in your ear. You can't resist her. Hopefully she won't do anything when Cate gets here. Boy were you wrong.