#loreen esc x reader

[loreensdarling]

eurovision song contest and gay panic

LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

PART ONE (?)

Plot: You're a singer for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. You're in for Poland in the Semi Final, and you are super hyped, competing in Eurovision at a young age and all by yourself is pretty exciting. With everything being already pretty exciting you didn't think you'd run into a certain Swedish singer that you've had a crush on for a while...

content warnings: afab!reader (important for possible part two), flirting, age gap (reader is 24, loreen is 39), use of nicknames (darling, honey), gay panic, all in one it's a lot of flirting and maybe some smut in part 2 if i can write something decent

writers warning: english is not my first language and I've never really written in English and outside of RP before, so I apologize if this is weird 🙏 I hope there's demand for one shots of our mother

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You are standing behind the stage of the Eurovision Song Contest semi final, watching the other participants through the huge curtains that separate the backstage and the actual stage. You are almost hyperventilating, nervously flapping your hands towards your face to attempt to cool down. You are sweating, more because of nervousness than of hotness.

These are the semi finals, your last shot to actually get into the finals. Even though you are pretty positive that you could get into the finale to represent your country, you are still very anxious. Everything up until here has been a fever dream basically, and getting to perform in front of thousands of people was amazing, but never before had you been so nervous in your life.

You'd only done concerts a few times before applying for ESC, and they were pretty small concerts, but since you got into the final contenders, won against other polish competitors and then was chosen to represent Poland, your fan base has grown a lot. People seemed to love you, and you loved the music and making music, so this was amazing.

Nervously you brush a strand of hair back behind your ear and check your makeup in a small hand mirror, before you look back outside. There are only three acts before you have to compete for a place in the finals. You sigh.

"Come on, Y/N. You can absolutely do this, you'll proudly represent your country in the finals.", you say out loud to yourself as you turn around - and bump right into someone. As you struggle to keep your balance, you can feel your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't watch wh-", as you begin to rant down an apology immediately, are cut off by a rough, smoky voice. "Oh, it's alright, Darling.", the gorgeous, raven haired woman in front of you said in a low tone, her hand on your biceps to stop you from falling. You look at her, eyes widened.

You recognize her immediately. It’s Loreen. Admittedly one of your celebrity crushes ever since you saw her in 2012s Eurovision. And she has her hand on your arm. Her low, raspy voice, that accent. You don't know what to do, you're frozen in place, cheeks flushed red and your eyes anywhere but her face. It’s like your brain is frozen as you scan her over almost automatically, looking everywhere but her face.

Her outfit is hugging her body perfectly, and you can feel her hand on your biceps. Your brain is empty and your lips are parted as you breathe heavily. It takes you a few seconds to snap back into reality and if your face can heat up any more, it's probably doing that right now.

"I-... I'm really sorry, I'm a big fan, I didn't expect to meet you like... This.", as you manage to bring this out you bite the inside of your cheek. This sounds so stupid, why can't your poor gay brain bring out coherent sentences for once?

Loreen chuckled softly, looking you up and down for a second. "Are you alright, Darling? You look quite nervous", she remarks, slight concern in her voice. "Oh, Honey, is it the contest? It's your first time with a crowd this big, isn't it?", she asks. 

You nod, frowning slightly. Is it that obvious? Or did she check out every competitor that she would possibly be up against in the finale? Not that she'd have that much competition, you think. At least not from you. You notice that her hand is still on your biceps as she watches you with concern. With your brain so mushed, you can't even process the nicknames she was calling you.

As you finally lift your eyes to meet her concerned gaze you feel like you´re going to explode, so you look away again quickly. The close proximity is making you even more nervous. "Well, I'm confident you'll make it. I've seen your local finale, your performance is powerful, Darling."

This is it, you feel like your knees are going to cave in at any given moment. Loreen is encouraging you, and you don't know how much more of this you can take before your legs give in. This woman doesn't even know the power she has over you with that little crush that you have on her. Although, that crush is growing by the second. You're spiraling deeply in a gay panic.

"T-Thank you-", you croak out as your name is announced. You take a step back, quickly checking your microphone. "I need to go-", while you turn away, you almost stumble from how weak your legs suddenly are and you are pretty sure you must be redder than a tomato. Your cheeks are super hot, from embarrassment and from being turned on. God, the older woman is so attractive. And she probably knows that. 

You decide to quickly shake it off as you climb the stage, throwing the people a nervous smile. Her low, smoky voice is burned into the back of your head as your song starts to play.

"Your performance is powerful, Darling."

And oh, that little nickname keeps you going. It's burned into your brain, keeps you going through your performance, the way she said it and her voice, oh god, her voice. And oh, you deliver. By the end of your performance the people are cheering and screaming for you, and you throw them a smirk and wink at them. They go wild.

As soon as you leave the stage your knees buckle and you quickly hold on to the wall, taking a deep breath. "Shit.", you mutter. All the adrenaline that was rushing through your body during this performance was leaving your body all at once and you realize you are shaking, from excitement and stress.

You really did this. You went out there, and you have a big chance of being able to perform in the final for your country. Looking around, you take another deep breath and let go of the wall with a big grin. You need caffeine and a nap now, you decide. As you turn around to head for your booth, you spot Loreen. She is preparing for her entrance and as you look at her, she looks back at you for a second and smirks. You happily throw a grin back as you blush again.

Sitting down in your spot you mentally prepare yourself to see your idol, your crush, on stage. Then the lights go out and her performance begins. You aren't able to pull your eyes away from her for most of the time, she's gorgeous. And oh, she knows that, she notices your looks and winks at you. Or, in your general direction. The people go wild again, they don't care who this was directed at.

Somehow you manage to almost choke on your own spit when she winks in your direction and you have to turn away for a few moments, almost dying from a gay panic attack on the spot. If you thought your cheeks had been burning before, you've now been proven wrong, you're redder than ever. One of your friends and background dancers pats your back, laughing.

"Oh, you're so fucked.", she comments dryly. "Someone's in love." "I'm not!", you protest, but it comes out quiet and a little too defensive. Of course you're not in love, but your crush on Loreen is getting more and more severe by the minute. Your gay panic is so huge that you don't even notice the raven haired singer getting off the stage after finishing and heading in your direction.

You only notice when she suddenly bends over you, her hands on your thigh. She smirks at you, her nails digging in your thigh. You'd be embarrassed to admit it, but this turns you on, your brain is mush once again and you cannot form a coherent thought. You look at her in shock for a few moments, your lips slightly parted. How does breathing work again?, you think.

"I knew you could do it, Darling.", she whispered, her mouth directly next to your ear. Ungodly shivers run down your spine. You're a hundred percent sure that if you open your mouth now, you'd moan out loud. You don't even have the time to reply before she pulls back and heads back to her booth to wait for the results.

Breathless, your eyes follow her figure. Your cheeks are burning and there are so many emotions going on in your head. Was she actually flirting with you or did you interpret too much? You probably interpret too much, you think, how could a woman as gorgeous, breathtaking and talented as her flirt with someone like you? 

You are just some random singer competing for your country and she is a goddess. She’s not just out of your league, but you’re probably way too young for her liking. And surely not her type, you think, sighing quietly as your gaze lingers on Loreen.

You are snapped out of your thoughts and pull your eyes away from her and back to your group when your friend grabs your hand and squeezes it in excitement. You're about to learn your points from the public votes. Will you make it? You have to, you have to compete for your country in the finals.

Then, finally, your points are announced. You take a moment to process the amount of points you'd gotten, then you squeeze your friend's hand hard and squeal. "We did it!", she yells at you and you excitedly scream back. “We’re in!” 

You're in the finals, you'll be competing for your country in a few days.

You throw a short look back at the raven haired Swedish singer. She's smirking at you and mouths something. 'Well done, Honey', is what you understand, at least you're pretty sure of it. You give her a big, excited grin and then you're being pulled into a tight hug with your background dancers.

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[glindasbubbles]

Could you please write a fanfiction of Loreen and fem reader meeting after a greet and meet and loreen laying an eye on the reader inviting her in hervdressing room talking and ending up having a intimate time?

Loreen had just finished the last show from her Tattoo tour. As she exited the stage, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a sense of accomplishment. It had been an incredible night, and she couldn't have been happier with the way things had turned out. 

To celebrate the end (and success) of the tour, she and the crew decided to do a meet & greet with the fans. It's been a while since the last one and she was really excited to do so. She loved these moments, getting to know the people who supported her music and hearing their stories. As she walked backstage, a feeling of contentment washed over her. However, one fan in particular had caught her eye amongst the others. 

Y/n waited in line with other fans outside the venue, her heart raced. She had practiced what she would say to Loreen a thousand times, but now that the moment was approaching, her words felt inadequate. As fans were ushered in one by one, y/n was struck by how stunning Loreen looked in person. She had always been beautiful in photos and music videos, but in real life, she was radiant.

It didn’t take too long until y/n was talking with Loreen, "Hi there darling," Loreen said, breaking the silence that had settled between them "What's your name?"

“Y/n” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Loreen couldn't help but be captivated by y/n's enthusiasm and the genuine sparkle in her eyes. She signed y/n's CD and took a moment to chat with her. The connection was instantaneous, and their conversation flowed effortlessly. Loreen noticed y/n's infectious laugh and the way she seemed to light up the room.

After the meet and greet, as Loreen retreated to her dressing room, she couldn't get y/n out of her mind. There was something about her, a magnetic pull that left Loreen wanting to know more. She knew she had to see her again, so she asked her assistant to find out if she could be brought back to her dressing room.

A little bit of time passed and y/n was standing before Loreen once again, this time in the privacy of the dressing room. Loreen couldn't help but smile, her eyes fixed on the young woman. "You know, y/n," she began, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "there's something about you that's simply irresistible." Y/n blushed, her heart racing at Loreen's words. The singer leaned in closer, her lips just inches from y/n's ear. "I hope you don't mind, but I have a weakness for people who catch my eye."

Y/n's face flushed with desire, and she met Loreen's gaze with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "I... I don't mind at all, Loreen."

Loreen's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and she leaned in to brush a soft, lingering kiss on y/n's cheek. "Good," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers through y/n’s body. "Because I plan on getting to know you much better." With that, Loreen leaned in and captured the young woman’s  lips in a passionate kiss. The room seemed to spin as their connection deepened, and y/n melted into the embrace. It was a moment of pure, electric attraction, and they couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them any longer. Loreen pulled y/n closer, and the dressing room filled with the harmonious sounds of a different kind of melody, one that was written by two hearts that had found each other in the most unexpected of places.

[loreensdarling]

Can you please do more fics for Loreen? I’m sooo gay for her :’)

I'm currently working on part 2 of my Oneshot! I'm pretty sure I'll do more fics of her after that, as long as I don't hit a writers block, at least :')

[loreensdarling]

currently working on part 2 of this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/loreensdarling/719224449913733120/eurovision-song-contest-and-gay-panic?source=share

and here's a sneak peak for part 2!!

[loreensdarling]

LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI; MINORS DNI; AGELESS BLOGS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

READ PART ONE ABOVE, IF YOU HAVEN'T, THIS IS PART TWO

PART II

Plot: You're a singer in this year's Eurovision Song Contest. In the Semi Finals a few days back you scored enough points to secure your place for Poland in the finals and today is the big day. But a certain Swedish singer that you have a huge crush on will be there as well... How will you take it this time?

content warnings: afab!reader, mentioned anxiety, SMUT!!, teasing, semi public sex, head (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), overstimulation, lots and lots of praise and pet names

writers note: since the last oneshot got a rather positive feedback, i'm pretty okay with posting part two. I've never actually written smut, especially in english, so this is my first attempt. let me know what I can do better! constructive criticism only please

also, I'm sorry that it took so long! i hit a writers block and couldn't bring myself to finish this.

word count: 3.563

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You are sitting in the backstage area, in a small changing room and your hands and legs are shaking. There's not too much time before the finals start. It's maybe half an hour until the Event begins and you're up pretty early to sing for your country, in fourth place. That's why you are currently sitting in makeup.

Your nerves are almost through with it already, so you try to talk to your stylists throughout the next few minutes. Who they think is going to win, their personal favorites, their favorite songs this year. It doesn't help much to calm you down, but they're so nice to you. They even offer you some coffee, which you take, of course. You thank them over and over.

Your leg is shaking, up and down, you can't help it. It's the anxiety. And you try to think, calm down, maybe take a deep breath, but your lungs aren't functioning the way they're supposed to. Your anxiety is worse than in the Semi finals, there's so much more people here and so many people will be watching from their homes as well.

You don't want to disappoint them, your fans or your family. Shaking your head to yourself you try to push these thoughts back. You apologize profusely to your stylists when they almost mess up your makeup. They gently shake their heads, telling you to focus. You'll be able to do this, they assure you. You force out a laugh.

They laugh along and finish up your makeup and hair while your mind wanders to Loreen again. You've seen her last at the Semi Finals a few days ago. Your cheeks still go red when you think about the pet names the older woman had called you. You are so deeply in thoughts that you don't notice a knock on the door of the styling room.

The door opening finally snaps you out of those self-doubting and by now, nasty thoughts and coincidentally, the person that you've been thinking about walks in. You stare at her for a few seconds, your eyes wandering over her body. Pulling your eyes away from her is hard. She's only wearing a tanktop and sweatpants right now, she hasnt changed into that tight, gorgeous dress that she'd wear during her performance.

When you finally look away from her, you notice that your leg is still bobbing up and down. You can't keep it still, but you hope she won't notice. "Thought I'd find you here, Darling.", Loreen's rough voice cuts trough air as she closes the door behind herself. "You look nervous.", she slightly tilts her head to the side as she sits in a chair next to you. Of course, she has to get ready as well. You barely dare look at her as you nod.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sing. But there's so much amazing competition, I don't think I'll place very high.", you confess your doubts after a few seconds. While you are here to meet people and not necessarily to win, winning would be amazing, of course. Not that you had much of a chance, you think to yourself.

You feel the older woman's eyes on you as she looks at you. You can see her watching you in the mirror, as you peak up. She chuckles softly. "It's totally okay to be nervous, Honey. I was super nervous as well when I competed the first time.", she reassured you. You tear your eyes away from her in the mirror and you nod slightly.

"I know.", you mumble. Why can't your stupid leg stop shaking? Oh, you hate it. She must think you're stupid, you curse yourself internally, what kind of idiot can't keep still? A second later you freeze when you feel a hand on your leg. Loreen has reached over and gently placed her hand on your leg.

"Breathe.", the older woman says, now looking directly at you instead of watching you through the mirror. You stare at her like a dear in the headlights, trying to do what she'd told you. You breathe in, but it sounds weird and abrupt, like your lungs are broken.

"Hey, look at me.", she demands gently and you look at her. "Follow my lead, yeah?", she breathes in deeply, her free hand signaling you to do the same. Again, you take a deep breath, trying to imitate her. "Hold it for a few seconds.", she instructs and you do what she tells you.

"Now breathe out, Darling.", Loreen lowers her hand in the air, your eyes wandering to her hand as you breathe out. Your gaze snaps right back to her, her lips, then you meet her gaze. "Again.", she nods at you and you breathe in deeply, hold it for a few seconds and then breathe out.

You repeat it one more time and you can feel yourself getting calmer, at least a little bit. Your leg has stopped shaking, even though you aren't sure if that was the breathing or just Loreen's insanely attractive hand that is still placed on your thigh. She's brushing her thumb over your thigh and you think you must faint on the spot.

"Well done, Darling", she praises, "Remember to breathe through it. Don't take in other people's nervous energy, it will just hurt you in the end.", she states, still looking at you with an intense gaze that you are barely able to hold. Your eyes keep wandering down to places they shouldn't be. Her lips, her hands, her chest.

As you look back up you pray she hasn't noticed that your gaze keeps falling to inappropriate places, but she's smirking at you. Of course she has noticed. Is there anything she doesn't notice? Your cheeks immediately flush a deep red. It takes everything in you to not jump up and run away right now and stay seated instead.

Your gaze falls back to her lips as she opens her mouth to speak again. "You know, there's another way to relieve that tension and anxiety...", the raven haired older woman suggests, her rough voice sending shivers down your spine once again. It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what she was suggesting.

You stare at her in disbelief, your mouth slightly open. Is she really suggesting that she could fuck you to relieve your anxiety? "H-Hold on-", you laugh nervously, her hand that is still on your thigh feels like it's burning through your pants, into your skin. "Hold on. Just to make sure we're on the same page here, you mean-?"

"I could fuck you.", Loreen confirms, smiling gently at you, head slightly tilted. "Orgasms are a wonderful way to relieve tension. Not just that, but it has a calming effect on the body.", she explains, "Only if you want, though. I won't force you. Just know that this offer is standing."

You stare at her for a few more seconds, painfully aware of her hand on your thigh. You wish her hand was somewhere entirely else. Finally, you nod, slowly. You want and need her hand somewhere else than your thigh, desperately, even.

Loreen smirks at you and gets up from her chair, walking over to a small couch. Looking back at you she pats it, calling you over. You get up like in a trance, following her. "Sit down, Honey. Try to relax.", she purrs, pushing you down into the soft cushions. Your breath hitches as she bends over you, just like she did a few days ago.

Except this time you two are in a dressing room. All alone. Not in front of thousands of people. With her having all power over you, with her being free to do to you what she wants. "Oh, Darling, you're so tense...", her hands brush over your thighs, higher than before. You gasp lightly.

"Relax a little.", Loreen repeats as she spreads your legs slightly, getting on her knees and sitting between your legs. You stare at her, your eyes wandering down to her chest. Of course you had sex before, even though it's been a while, but even in your wildest dreams you never, ever thought you'd be in this situation. You in a dressing room at the Eurovision Song Contest, with your biggest crush between your legs, teasing you and offering to fuck you to calm your anxiety.

For a second you think about chickening out but you know that you'd probably run away and abandon the entire contest all together because of your anxiety. "Take a deep breath", Loreen reminds you, her hands resting on your waist for now, fingers hooked into your pants waistband. "Just breathe. We don't have to do this, it's just an offer."

Immediately you shake your head. "No, no, I want you to help me.", you croak out, clearing your throat. "I want this.", you say, more confident and clear now. You really want this, you know she's right and that this will help. And also, the woman you have the most spiraling crush on is making your wildest dream come true. Why would you, in any world, say no to this?

The Swedish woman nods gently. "Alright, Darling. Up.", she commands, pulling down your pants as you lift your hips up for her. "Mhm, look at that...", she almost purrs and your cheeks grow embarrassingly red again when you feel her fingertips brush over the insides of your thigh, then over the growing wet spot on your panties. You bite your lip to hold back a moan.

It's been a while since a woman had last touched you this way, you haven't slept with a woman since you'd left your last relationship, so you're a little sensitive now. The older woman chuckles, looking up at you with a smirk, taking in the view for a second before moving your panties aside.

You bite your lip harder when she drags a finger through your wet folds. "Shit.", you curse out loud. "Darling, you'll have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that, Honey?", the Swedish singer asked, leaning closer. Of course, you two shouldn't get caught or this would be all over the internet.

You manage to nod, assuring her. Whatever she asked of you. "I can keep quiet.", you promise, as you pull her closer. She nods, beginning to pepper light kisses over the inside of your thigh, teasing you a little.

One of her hands finds its way to your waist and you place your hand on her arm. Her thumb lightly brushes over your waist as she gets closer to your hot, wet core. Impatiently you bite your lip, a second later you gasp out loud when she places a kiss on your clit.

Right then you remember to stay quiet and you slap a hand over your mouth, even though you feel the need to moan embarrassingly loud. A soft whimper escapes your mouth when she squeezes your hip. "Quiet.", she reminds you and you're barely able to nod. God, she has barely started and you are already worked up.

She places another kiss on your clit and your head falls back, your eyes fluttering close when she goes deeper, licking through your folds before diving her tongue into you. A series of moans and whimpers sounds muffled through your hand, your hips bucking towards her. She pushes you back down with ease.

"Shhh, Darling... Let me do this for you.", she mutters into your folds, beginning to suck at your clit and flick her tongue over your sensitive bud. You have to bite your hand to hold back the ungodly sounds that are escaping your mouth as she works her wonders.

"Look at me, Darling.", she demands, and you pry your eyes open and lift your head to look at her. The sight alone almost makes you cum. You watch her as she eats you out and she holds eye contact with you. Fuck, that God damn eye contact could make you cum alone.

Suddenly she pulls away and you whine out her name at the loss of contact. "Loreen-" "Shhh, Honey.", she brushes her free hand over the inside of your thighs, before flicking her thumb over your clit. You're at a loss for words when she gently eases a finger into you.

You're so embarrassingly wet, and the noises escaping your words are surely going to prevent you entrance at the pearly gates once it's time, but this is definitely worth it.

Slowly she begins to move her finger in you, curling it lightly, hitting just the right spot to make you see stars. You moan into your hand that is still covering your mouth, grinding against her hand.

"You're so wet for me...", the raven haired singer is still holding eye contact with you. She kisses your clit and you whine, bucking your hips towards her again. "You're doing so good, Darling.", she praises, easing another finger into you.

This time you can't prevent the truly guttural moan that slips your lips. It was muffled due to your hand covering your mouth, but it was still extremely loud. Loreen squeezes your hip lightly as a reminder to stay quiet, but oh, it's so hard to stay quiet when she begins to move her fingers in you again, hitting just the right spot.

You watch her eat you out, how she toys with your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicks her tongue over it and sucks at it. The tight coil in your stomach that has begun forming a while ago seems to be so close to exploding.

Your cunt pulses around her fingers and you grind against her hand, matching her rythm. She eases a third finger into you. "Come on, Darling, you can take another one. You're doing so well.", she praises, lightly kissing your inner thigh before going back to eating you out. Her fingers are moving at their own pace and you're matching it.

"I- fuck", you stammer, as you feel yourself nearing your height. "I'm- I-", you stutter.

"Use your words, Honey.", Loreen encourages you, keeping her pace up perfectly to barely keep you on edge. "I'm about to cum", you manage to bring out.

The older woman smiles at you. "Good, Darling.", she praises, moving her thumb around your clit in circles. "Cum for me. You're doing so well, Darling. Let go of it.", she encourages you and your eyes flutter close when that tight coil in your stomach finally releases. For a moment you only see stars, and breathing becomes a little harder.

Loreen's fingers keep moving in and out of you, easing you through your truly mind blowing orgasm. But it doesn't end there. She squeezes your hip encouragingly. "Look at me, Honey.", she asks of you and you pry your eyes open, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

Your brain is foggy, no, it was entirely mush. The gorgeous woman sitting in between your legs had given you such a mind blowing orgasm that you are barely able to think at all. After all, it's been a few years since someone fucked you.

"Look at me.", she repeats, smiling gently at you as she slowly keeps moving her fingers in you. You whimper in response. "Can you give me another one, Darling?" Another whimper escapes your throat as you manage to nod, whatever she asks of you.

"You're doing so good, so, so good.", she praises you and you're basically beaming at that praise. She softly chuckles at you, before gently kissing your clit. You bite down on your lip, sighing, and your hips buck towards her face. Everything in you is tingling, you're sensitive and your body responds just perfectly to Loreen's movements.

"Such a good girl, Darling.", she whispers, her satisfied voice sending a shiver through your whole body when her warm breath hits your sensitive bud. "You're such a good girl.", she speeds up her finger movements, hitting just the right spots in you to make you see stars.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-", you breathe out, matching her speed and thrusting your hips forwards with her movements. Your head falls back again and your eyes flutter shut the same moment that you begin to see stars again. Loreen curls up her fingers in you, hitting that spongy spot and making you cry out.

The thought of staying quiet has completely left your brain, as if you could even think right now. The only thought on your mind is the gorgeous, older woman between your legs, the image of her eating you out has burned itself into your mind and thoughts, behind your eyelids. Even with your eyes closed you feel like you can see her right in front of you.

The Swedish woman curls up her fingers again, picking up the pace just by a little bit, but that's enough for you to feel that tight coil in your stomach again. "I-I'm-... Fuck-"

Loreen squeezes your hip encouragingly, not faltering in her pace. "Use your words, Honey. Come on, tell me.", she encourages, God, that nickname alone could push you over the edge again. "Can I-... Fuck. Can I cum, please, I can't-", you basically beg her, you're so close, you need relief.

"Look at me, Darling, open your eyes and look at me.", she asks of you and again, you pry your eyes open, looking down at her through half shut lids. "Good.", she praises, smiling gently at you. "Cum for me, Darling.", she says, keeping eye contact with you as she attaches her lips to your sensitive bud.

You fall apart immediately as that tight coil in your stomach unravels and your body relaxes. Your every thought is like wiped away and you stare at Loreen mindlessly, your mouth slightly open in a silent moan. Your hand is grasping her arm, she's gently guiding you through your second orgasm. You ride out your high, your brain still scrambled when she pulls her fingers out of you.

Her fingers are coated with your cum and your eyes widen slightly when she sucks them off. It takes you a while to actually come down from your high and to begin thinking again. Shit. The competition. You must be up soon. You want to jump up, you have to tell your stylists to finish your makeup, but your legs give in beneath you. You would've fallen if it wasn't for Loreen, the woman who literally just gave you two mind blowing orgasms. You have to admit that you're much calmer than before, well, you were.

"Calm down, Darling. Breathe.", she reminds you and you suck in a deep breath. "Right, I- I forgot.", you admit. "When am I up?", you chuckle nervously. The raven haired woman nods towards a small screen. You're up in two acts, the competition has barely started. You suck on another breath, nodding. "I can do this.", you reaffirm yourself and Loreen nods.

"I believe in you, Darling.", she smiles at you, innocently even, as if she hadn't just blown your brains out a minute ago. You chuckle, shaking your head. "Shit. I hope no one heard me. I didn't even know I could produce noises like that." You brush a strand of hair out of your face, checking your makeup in a mirror. You're surprised to see that it was still perfect and you silently thank your stylists. Speaking of thanking someone-

You turn back to Loreen, your cheeks still flushed red as you look at the insanely attractive older woman. "Thank you.", you manage to bring out relatively confident. "This was- exactly what I needed.", you admit. "Oh, that sounds stupid.", as you huff out, Loreen chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm happy to help, Honey.", she winks at you, making you blush again.

"No, seriously. Thank you, Loreen.", a warm smile spreads across your face. "... Tell me if I can ever return the favor.", you take out your phone and open your message app, handing it to her. As if she would ever just give you her number like that, right?

But she takes your phone indeed, smiling and putting her number into your phone, before handing it back to you. "Good luck, Darling.", Loreen wishes you before leaving the room, faster than you could react. You just stand there dumbfounded before shaking it off, getting ready for your entry.

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[loreensdarling]

in love with loreen fr fr

is there any demand for loreen oneshots, stories or whatever... because i am in love with that woman and in my notes app rn, someone tell me if i can post my oneshot 

[loreensdarling]

did u post the part two of your loreen fic?

I did! Here's the link! :))

https://www.tumblr.com/loreensdarling/723298364471508992/loreen-antis-dni-men-dni-minors-dni-ageless?source=share

[loreensdarling]

pls do a soulmates one shot with loreen !!

Will note that down! I'm currently working on a hurt/Comfort Oneshot with Loreen and Soulmates will be next! Any specific soulmate AU in mind? (ex. red string, same colors, grey world fades into color)

Thanks for the suggestion! :))

[loreensdarling]

I am begging you to write more Loreen x reader smut- if you don't want to though that's totally fine! Another idea would be some sort of hurt/comfort fic. No pressure either way. Also, your two part fic was so good!

Hi lovely! I'm currently sitting on a hurt/Comfort Oneshot! Maybe it will turn into smut, who knows ;))

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PAIRING. lorine talhaoui x fem!reader

SUMMARY. lorine’s girlfriend y/n is a well known model who is asked to do a photoshoot for a brand, which lorine comes along to and the two end up wanting some alone time.

WORD COUNT. 798

MODELING WAS SOMETHING that came naturally to Y/N L/N and it was something she had been interested in for years. There had been many passions of hers that didn’t really stick but she was happy that this one did. She had gotten to experience so many things because of her job but meeting her girlfriend was definitely the highlight.

The couple had been together for a few years now and everything still felt new, no matter how many time they did things with one another. Y/N and Lorine were the most supportive of one another and their careers, which weren’t the same, but they still got to have similar schedules. They understood each other more than anyone else did and it felt as though they were seen.

The two women were always going to the other’s events; no matter if it was concerts, photoshoots, parties, etc. That’s how Lorine ended up watching her girlfriend with a smirk on her face. The L/N stood in a short black dress that looked as if it could be tame lingerie. The older woman would be the first to say how hot her lover looked. It was impossible not to let her thoughts run wild.

A company had reached out to the H/C haired girl and wanted her to model some of their new dresses for a magazine, which she agreed to. The outfits fit her perfectly and she felt this sense of confidence pouring from her being, which definitely helped her do better.

The photographer took the last picture of the dress that he needed, that being the last one in general. She thanked him before going over to her girlfriend, the two walking into the dressing room. It was just the two of them so Lorine took this opportunity to share her thoughts with the one she loved.

Her lips captured Y/N’s in a heated kiss, it taking the younger woman by surprise but it was a nice one. Her arms brought the other girl’s body closer to her own, their chests almost touching. They only pulled away to breathe and Y/N laughed.

“Damn, this must really turn you on.” Y/N didn’t hesitate to comment on the kiss and the aura that her girlfriend was giving off.

Lorine nodded, “You have no idea.”

The brunette’s hands wondered up and down Y/N’s body before resting on her hips. Her gaze was intense but it was the best kind on intensity. She wasn’t hiding anything from her partner, no matter where they were at. Lorine and Y/N were always so open with each other and it sometimes shocked those around them, but they loved how things are.

“Darling, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve been waiting for the moment when I can have you to myself.” After speaking, the brunette leaned down and started leaning a trail of kisses down Y/N’s jaw and neck.

This caused the H/C haired woman to move her neck to the side, allowing her lover to have more access and control. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about this too but had been able to push it down long enough to finish her job.

Lorine Talhaoui and Y/N L/N never failed to make each other feel the euphoria that they enjoyed so much. Every time was always better than the last.

The Swedish woman stopped her actions momentarily to whisper in Y/N’s ear. “This dress would look better on the floor. How badly do you want me?”

The tone of Lorine’s voice made Y/N to bit her lip, the aching for her lover growing with each second that passed by. She started to forget where they were but the remembered.

“We can’t do this here—“ she trailed off, not caring deep down. Honestly, the whole situation turned her on. This would not be the first time where things had occurred when the two women finished working.

Her words earned a chuckle from her girlfriend. “Angel, I don’t really think you care as much as you’re claiming. Am I right?”

Both women knew that Y/N didn’t have to answer that question. Lorine was right and she didn’t have shame in admitting it. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Someone’s impatient,” the brunette teased before bringing her girlfriend back into a kiss. It was filled with passion and love but also desire.

A moment later, Lorine pulled away with a smirk returning to her features. “I want that dress off of you so I can reward you for your hard work, my love.”

Y/N L/N didn’t have to be told twice, the H/C haired girl pulling the dress down her body with some help from her lover. The time after that was a blur with Lorine showing Y/N the time of her life.

[glindasbubbles]

what if i start writing loreen x reader fanfiction to post here 👀👀👀

the only thing i need is the requests hahahah