Windbreaker OneShots

Owen🍋Dinner Party

You and Owen have been dating for a while now. You were out of high school and now into college. Recently your family has been invited to a dinner party for different rich people and their heirs. It was strictly for business purposes but your family was invited due to your relationship with Owen.
You two were currently getting dress together. Owen was ready while he watched you try on dresses.
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"Ugly... ugly... makes you look fat... ugly... pretty, but ugly color... pretty color, ugly design..." Owen bluntly expresses his opinions on your dresses and your taste in them all together.
"Well at least wait for me to try them on!" He didn't even give you a chance. The second you picked up the dress he categorized it. But one dress, he liked. It was revealing, the slit in the dress was long and open. While the top was hugging your chest. But it was long sleeved. When you tried it out he couldn't wait to put his hands on you. Dragging his hands over your breast and hips. "Owen stop, we're gonna be late." You say pushing him off, thought he barely budged. "I'm not worried about that party y/n. I'm worried about your dress and that's it." Though he was clearly taking advantage over it. His hands going up and down your body. You assumed he was feeling the material of the dress but he lifted you onto the makeup dresser in your room.

"You're breast look nice in this dress." "Yes babe I know, now can I finish my make up?" I try to push him but he only parts my thighs, pulling my dress slit over to reveal my panties. Which was a black lace material. I normally wore whatever felt comfortable at the time but learning Owen liked sexier things, I started wearing my prettier underwear around him. Perfect timing right?
"Owen..." my hand runs over his that was on my thigh. My face grew hot as his hands inched upwards towards my panties. "Despite how tired I get of you, you never fail to turn me on" he whispers in my ear.
'Gee how romantic'
"Either right here or at the dinner table, you choose." Already predicting my answer, he pulls my panties down. I wasn't super wet yet, he barely gave me a chance to relax. But he knew how to fix that problem. "Tell me, would you prefer my hand or my tongue. We'll save the rest for later." I could feel my face burning. I knew if I asked for his tongue he'd make a big deal. Well, he'd do that no matter what I choose. "Tongue." I nervously speak, "Huh? Speak up, I couldn't hear you."

"You heard me," I rolled my eyes. "Aw. Well you gotta beg Princess~ beg me. Since you want it so bad"
His teasing alone made me wet, really wet... I was damn near spilling onto my dresser. He always called me princess right before degrading me like some sort of animal. "Please Owen, we have to leave soon and I can't spend this whole time begging."
"You're right, so get it over with." I sigh, rubbing my hands over his shirt and tie. Pulling him closer by the collar of his button up. I tried to seduce him, whispering the words "please" and "baby" in his ear. His fingers trailed down to my clit, rubbing circles clockwise over it.

'Fuck, Owen...'

"You're so adorable Princess" his lips connect with my forehead before lowering to his knees. 'Was he really gonna do this?' I thought to myself. But my thoughts were cut short as his wet tongue dragged up my folds. "Owen please..." I whimper, hoping he'd stop teasing me and hurry up before someone calls his phone regarding our lateness.
Pushing through, his tongue traces the same circles his fingers drew a second ago. Flicking my clit and sucking on it. My hands find their way to his hair and start tugging slightly. His grunts made me unsure whether he was enjoying it or telling me to stop. But I didn't bother to quit. My fingers tangled in his blonde strands, pulling as I moaned the words "fuck" and "baby please".
His tongues wet warmth disappeared as he stood up, shoving his fingers inside. Twisting them around before aggressively fingering me. My moans got higher and more desperate. "Owen, please.." My eyes rolled back and I yelled out as I squirted over my dresser and on the floor. But he didn't stop nor slow down, no, he continued fingering me like there was no end. I cried out as his finger milked my pussy for more. I called his name, desperately trying to get him to stop but he ignored me. I started to come close to cumming, and even when I did Owen still didn't stop...

(Part 2 of this one??)