tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

strip (c. goode)

(okaay the song i used in this chapter is included up above, please listen to this amazingness !! and also it's essential to the chapter 🤧)

Your girlfriend Cordelia lay in your arms, both of you in your bed as you listened to music on your headset. She tried to get your attention, to no avail, but she could see you mouthing some lyrics and dancing slightly.

"Y/N?"

Nothing.

"Y/N."

Nada.

"Y/N!"

Nil.

"Hey, Y/N," she yelled, throwing you your speaker, "let me hear what you're listening to."

You complied with a nervous but mischievous look on your face as you restarted the song you were listening to and started singing along to 'Mind Over Matter' by Anthony Ramos.

Standing quickly, you started trying to dance sexily, slut-dropping and running your hands over your ass. Cordelia, on the other hand, took in the very dirty lyrics with the most scandalized look on her face.

"This is a fucking sex song, Y/N."

"It's amazing," you stated, still not stopping your body rolling or the way you were lifting your shirt to flash her slightly, "I don't care if it's sexy, I love it anyway."

"What playlist is this, anyway?"

"'songs to strip to'."

"You have a playlist for that?" she exclaimed, completely and utterly shocked.

"You seem so surprised, Miss Supreme."

"Yes, I am. A girl who acts as innocent and childish as you shouldn't listen to songs like this."

"I'm not that innocent."

"You cover your eyes when a kiss comes onscreen."

"Only because my parents made me do that all my life, and the habit stuck."

"Still, you shouldn't really be listening to dirty songs like this. Or expressing an interest in becoming a stripper."

"Let's be honest," you said with a wink, "you'd pay to watch me strip."

"Ew, don't go there!"

"Why? It's not like you're innocent."

The blonde covered her face, wishing she could bleach her eyes and her ears, "Please don't say suggestive things like that. It's weird to hear from you."

"Uh-uh, Miss Supreme. You're going to have to put up with me and my dancing."

"No, those actions are illegal."

"Hey, I was listening to this in peace and you were the one who wanted to hear it."

Cordelia face-palmed, knowing you were right and she didn't really have the right to complain. Smiling devilishly, you sat down on her lap and wrapped your arms around her neck. "What do you think you're doing, Y/N?"

"I'm living out my dream of becoming a stripper."

"You're making me uncomfortable," she mumbled, cheeks red, "Please stop."

You smirked, feeling that you were winning, "I don't think so. You asked for this, after all."

"How did I ask for this, exactly?"

"The moment you asked me to play my music out loud, you ordered a freaking lap dance, and all I'm doing is fulfilling your wishes, ma'am."

Swaying your hips slowly, you pressed soft kisses on her neck and grinned as you could her slowly getting more and more nervous, but still leaning into your kisses anyway.

You took her hands and placed them on your body, letting her touch the bare skin of your stomach as you lifted your shirt over your head.

"P-please, stop, Y/N, this is getting weird."

"But you don't really want me to stop, do you?"

"I don't," she admitted shamefully, "but I don't think I can handle any more teasing."

"Who said I was just teasing?" you whispered in her ear, fingering the low collar of her blouse.

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"No, but I might just fuck you right now."

Her eyes widened in surprise at the utterly unexpected profanity that came out of your mouth. It wasn't like you to openly say things like that, and it would be a lie to say she didn't want to see more of this side of you, "As much as I'd love that, please don't."

At this point, the song had changed and it was now 'Watermelon Sugar' by Harry Styles, which you had an odd emotional attachment to. You grinned, and reached a hand out to your girlfriend, "I'll stop if you dance with me."

"No, thank you."

"C'mon Delia, don't be such a killjoy."

"Ma'am, I am not a killjoy."

"Dance with me, then," you smirked at her, "Just to prove you aren't one."

"Fine," she sighed, defeated.

Taking her hand in yours, the supreme allowed you to lead her into a much more wholesome kind of dancing, with your hands on her waist and hers on your shoulders, even if the butterflies in her stomach hadn't completely settled down.

"Are you okay, Delia? You seem shaken up."

She raised an eyebrow and shot you, in all your nearly-half-naked glory, a pointed look, "Are you seriously asking me that question?"

"Delia, I'm your girlfriend. I may tease you a lot, but I still care about you."

"If you cared about me, you wouldn't have given me that 'lap dance', or taken off your shirt."

"Hey," you pouted, "you said you didn't want me to stop."

"I know, I know, I'd be lying if I said I wanted you to stop, but still, I can't explain the weirdness I'm feeling right now."

"Oh my, are you turned on because of my stripper attempts?"

"Maybe."

"Don't deny it," you sang, "I got you!"

"I refuse to give you that satisfaction."

"Should I strip for you more often, then?"

"...Maybe."

"I knew it."

wc : 902

sooo i'm officially back from the dead, everyone, sorry for the wait, here's the last of your triple update !

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