A/N: Someone asked for a sex scene so have a sex scene. This isn't really important to the plot but I thought it would be cool to have this before the finale (not of the fanfic but of this section) plus that way it ends at an even 10. Do I prefer writing angst and fluff? Yes, yes I do. However, I want to please my readers so (wink wonk wink).
Enjoy!
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The Past (July, 2019)
Costume Troubles
Your POV
I think that Regina George's bunny costume is probably the best choice that any musical has ever made. Ever. And when Reneé wears it...Jesus Christ. I'd take her right then on stage if it wasn't for my self control. She just looks so beautiful...and hot...and sexy. The way she dances has always enticed me, the fluidity of her body, like soft waves lapping at the riverbank, slow and soft, yet strong and consistent. I can't help but peer through the curtains everytime that scene happens on stage.
What I would do to be Kyle so she'd kiss me.
Reneé is a good actor, but there is one thing that gives her away. You can tell she doesn't like Kyle simply because of the way her eyebrows tense. When she kisses me, her whole face is relaxed, almost as if we are truly melting into each other, her face and mine dripping onto each other until we mold into one. I also can't help but giggle knowing that Aaron is wearing makeup to cover up the bruises that me and Reneé had given him.
"Are you done lusting over your girlfriend?" Grey whispers, teasing me about how my eyes are glued to Reneé's body like a moth to a flame.
"Oh shush." I murmur, still unable to pull my eyes away. Grey was the only one who knew about us and the only person other than Reneé who knew I liked girls like that.
"Get rid of your lady boner, we're almost on." He says teasingly and rolls his eyes.
"That is not how that works." I snort.
"Whatever."
When I found out that there was a wardrobe malfunction in which Reneé could not take off the costume for the life of her, I couldn't help but feel just a little bit of satisfaction. Since there were no technicians on set that day the directors basically told Reneé that she was going to have to 'figure it out' and that they'd get her a new costume by tomorrow. I of course, having no ulterior motive at all, volunteered to help out.
We were the last ones in the theater other than the security who worked right outside and who would let us out as soon as we were done in the dressing room.
"Fuck!" She growled as I fail to unzip her once again. "I guess that's just going to stay on my body for the rest of fucking time! They are going to bury me in this thing."
"At least you'd be buried looking super sexy." I shrug as she turns to look at me, the look of frustration turning into a smirk.
"You're into the bunny costume Clyde?" She says, to which I blush and look away. She turns my head to look at her and I smile.
"Maybe."
She kisses me and I wrap my arms around her as she pushes me onto the couch in her dressing room. The blonde straddles my lap and grinds against my pelvis, causing me to let out a few murmurs of pleasure. I start to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as if they were a trail of rose petals on her body.
She starts to tug at the top of my shirt and I stretch out my arms, our kiss briefly interrupted by the cloth of my t-shirt parting our lips. She wraps her hand around my back, her soft cold hands making me let out a small yelp of surprise. She smiles into the kiss and keeps kissing me, hungrily and messily taking off my bra. As her kisses start to trail lower, nearing my breasts, I grab her by the shoulders and push onto the bed so I'm laying on top of her.
"No." I pant, her blue confused eyes staring back into mine. "My turn first."
"Y/N!" She gasps before giggling as I start to rip her bunny costume from the center.
"What?" I shrug, smirking. "They said that they'd replace it tomorrow."
As the fabric splits I smile slyly at seeing that there is nothing covering her breasts.
"You're not wearing a bra?" I say, and she nods sheepishly. I cup her tits in my hands, feeling her soft warm skin get shivers under my touch. I start slowly massaging them in a circular motion, kissing from her lips to her neck to right above her chest.
She's been holding back moans but as soon as I start sucking on her right nipple, she can't contain herself.
"Oh my god Y/N!" She moans loudly, grabbing at the fabric of the couch below her, I can hear her nails digging into the holed cloth.
I kept sucking her nipple as my hand trailed farther down, tracing her inner thighs and her entrance. I could feel her whole body quiver at my touch and it made me feel so powerful. I slowly insert my fingers inside of her, a full body slow moan causing her to arch her back. I switch my mouth to her other nipple, teasing it by simply flicking my tongue against it before sucking on it softly as I start pumping my fingers inside of her, curling around her G spot. She moans, deep and low, almost as if she were vibrating, her frequency passing through my body.
I detach my mouth from her breast which earns me a confused look and I start to trail down her stomach, leaving hickeys on the way. I stick out my tongue and start tantalizingly licking her lips circling right above her and right below her clitorus, my fingers suddenly slowing down.
"Stop teas-" She moans, and pants before speaking again. "Stop teasing me."
"Sorry, what do you want?" I say teasingly, still pumping my fingers slowly inside of her.
"Make me cum, Y/N." She whispers. "Please."
I suck on her clit, pumping my finger inside of her, faster, deeper. Moans spill out of her and she grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me closer to her, as if she wanted me to be deeper. She can barely keep her legs open as she starts straddling my neck.
"I'm almost there." She moans and I take that as my cue. I suck harder, pump harder until I can feel her liquids spill all over me, moaning so loudly that I'm not 100% certain that the guards didn't hear it. I keep pleasing her until she's all done, panting and quivering as I lick up her fluids.
She lays there, under me and I can't help but smile, both of us panting hard and naked. She looks so beautiful, so fragile and vulnerable, so soft. Now all I can think of is laying next to her.
After a few minutes she speaks, sitting up and sitting on my lap.
"I should wear the costume more often huh?"
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Okay I lied last time! Now actually be prepared for angst! Also if you all like this, I might write more smut so tell me what you think.
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What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)
RomansaYou and Renee were young and naive and so it ended. But what happens when you are both cast in the same Broadway show --turned movie-- that ignited your love?
