A collection of One Shots I've written on my Tumblr.
Most of these are requests, they'll be marked as "Request"
All these are X Female Reader.
I hope these bring you comfort if you ever need it.
Summary: You met Florence while she spent the weekend in Ibiza
Word count: 1.6K
Warnings: (18+ only), top!reader, bottom!Flo, fingering (Flo receiving), oral sex (Flo receiving), teasing, dirty talk, praise link, swearing, alcohol. If I left any out, please let me know!
Type: Smut
Request
Author's Comment: First smut request, please know that I am in no way responsible for what content you search for online and therefore, if you are underage, please keep scrolling! I may or may not limit smut to just fictional characters depending how this turns out. Enjoy!
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Friday night in Ibiza. You'd flown here with a few friends for a vacation. The stress of work ruled your mind, so a getaway was much needed. The music of the bar was loud, turning it into a nightclub. You'd had dinner and drinks here with your closest friends as they did their best to help destress you. So far, your night was full of drinks and laughter until a blonde in a pink corset dress caught your attention, she was loud but in a fun way, her smile was what caught your eye at first but as you watched her from a distance it was clear, she would destress you in the way you knew you needed.
"Excuse me Miss, the lady over there asked me to bring this to you" the waiter said to the blonde as her eyes followed the waiters point towards you. She looked you up and down slightly before licking her bottom lip. You gave her a smirk as she kindly took the drink from the waiter, she raised her drink up to you as a way of thanking you, you nodded before your friends grabbed your attention again. "Y/n, come on lets dance!" one of your girl-friends suggested. Dancing wasn't your thing and gave it a hard pass, offering to keep the table accompany as they hit the dance floor.
"Dancing not your thing?" a thick British accent said from besides you, facing the woman you smiled softly. "I can't say it is" you replied. "May I?" she asked, suggesting she take the empty seat across from you. "Be my quest" you said before sipping your drink. The woman made herself comfortable before introducing herself.
"I'm Florence" she smiled. You already knew that once you had a better look at her, but meeting celebrities never phased you in the slightest. "Y/n" you replied. "So, what brings you to Ibiza?" she wondered.
"I haven't been on vacation in a long time, so I thought better now than later. What about you?"
"A friend's birthday actually"
"What a shame it's not my birthday"
Florence smirked slightly at your cheesy comment, "why's that?" she asked. You leant forward towards her lightly "because I'd like to see that dress on the floor of my hotel room" you said in a whisper, running your tongue over your bottom lip slowly. Florence shook her head still smirking at you, "It's going to take more than you buying me one drink for that to happen" her eyes fell to your lips.
