#oh look hoe fairy kinda does romance

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic part eight: MONACO

True to his word, a few hours after Lance left your place you got a notification showing you in real time as your car service got closer and closer to your place. You smiled and grabbed your bag, hauling the large weekender bag over your shoulder before bounding down the steps to the street. Waiting for the car outside might’ve looked eager, but it wasn’t like Lance was here to see. 

Just like he wasn’t there to see your little jog to the car at the curb, or your leg bounce the whole way to the air strip, or the way you grinned at the private plane or the way you collapsed on the huge cushioned seats that looked more like loveseats than airplane seats.

You loved being a sugar baby. The fact that it was Lance just made it all the more sweeter.

The plane ride had been short, and had been so relaxing that you hadn’t even realized you’d dozed off until the flight attendant was poking you awake. You’d all but skipped down the steps and excitedly pulled the car door open.

But the back seat was empty.

You tried your best not to pout, but you did the whole way to Lance’s Monaco apartment. You stared at your phone, completely void of notifications. It wasn’t that you were in a sour mood, you just wanted to see him already.

That realization made you giggle, and you finally looked out the window and took in the nighttime streets. It really was a beautiful city, so alive yet relaxed, so rich- and really there was no juxtaposition to how much money flooded these streets.

The car came to a stop and you stood in awe in front of the building as the car service waited for you to enter the building. 

The building was massive, a beautiful cream color with an array of windows, and some balconies here and there. A couple of the windows and balconies had flower pots hanging off their railings. For such a formal, high end place, it looked... homey. You stepped on to the red brick walk way and stepped up the single step to push open the large rounded wooden brown doors. 

You felt a little out of your element entering a building, and the feeling only got stronger as a man at the front desk spoke to you in a language you didn’t speak. Your face must’ve reflected your panic, because the man quickly switched to English, speaking to you with a general calmness about him that did nothing to calm your nerves.

He was just asking questions about who you were there to see, but it felt like a quiz. Like one wrong answer and you’d be sent back on to the street. It was really hard not to feel out of place standing underneath a crystal chandelier in leggings, uggs and a sweatshirt. 

It wasn’t your most elegant outfit, and you felt a sting of embarrassment when the thought that you should’ve been actually dressed to arrive in Monaco, not just for the plane ride. But you swallowed down your insecurities and kept your chin up, not willing to tip off anymore than you already had.

“Ah, yes, you’re Mr. Stroll’s companion.” Companion? “I’ll walk you to the lift, it’s on the 8th floor.” 

The older gentleman walked you by, using a special key to activate the elevator before letting you on. With a gentle wave, the doors closed, leaving you alone in the metal box with your bags. 

You took a deep breath. 

Mr. Stroll’s companion. You snorted at the funny expression, no matter how accurate it was. You guessed that you still hadn’t evolved passed your original arrangement, at least not officially. The realization of such a thing had your tummy doing backflips, and your palms started to sweat. You weren’t sure where your nerves were coming from that night, but you needed to get it together before you ended up a mentally fried mess by the time you got to Lance. 

The doors didn’t ding when you arrived to the floor, they just opened. You hummed and lifted your bags, stepping off the elevator in utter confusion. 

There were shelves? And pictures, some paintings, and you could see a couch. 

Oh, this isn’t a hallway. The elevator didn’t take you to a floor, it took you straight to his home. Rich people shit, you thought with a giggle. 

You dropped your bag next to the elevator as the doors closed, abandoning them as you started your search for Lance. You wanted to see if you could find him on your own, and if you could scare him. Fun, that’s what Lance needed after such a stressful day. 

And you knew just how to have it. 

You walked around aimlessly, taking in the huge white rooms, and the grey wash floorboards. The place was huge, it really was the entire floor of the building. You passed through a white kitchen with stainless steel appliances, and passed by what you guessed were guest rooms and an office. When you came to what you thought was the back room, you were shocked.

The room was low lit, the lights having been turned way down low just to give the room a slightly warm glow. It was a living room, complete with couches that wrapped around the room and a large entertainment center. But the features of the room didn’t catch your eye, it was the view. 

The whole side of the room was sliding glass windows, and through that glass you could see the ocean. Even at night, with some of the street lights illuminating the streets and and roads below, the ocean looked magical. 

This place is beautiful. 

You spun around in the room excitedly, almost falling when you realized there was a shadow on the couch. Your hands covered your mouth in shock, keeping you silent as you realized the lump on the couch was Lance, fast asleep. Approaching the couch slowly and quietly, you took in your sugar daddy. 

He was still dressed for work, slacks and a button down on. He even still had his shoes on. His feet were planted on the floor, his arms spread beside him where you sat up but slightly slumped, his tie laid across the cushions beside him. His head was turned to the side, his breathing even and deep. 

He’s so cute.

You smiled as you walked towards him, pulling off your boots as you got closer. You stepped between his legs, pulling yours up before you quickly but gently straddled him, lowering yourself on to his lap as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Hey.” You whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek and then his jaw.

Lance grumbled, his chest vibrating as he stirred and his arms came around you. His left arm wound around your waist, holding you firmly to him while the other hand tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your neck as he pulled you into the crook of his neck. It was a possessive hold, and he said nothing as he held you close, exhaling heavily into his head as he got comfy again. 

“Missed me, huh?” You asked, kissing his neck. 

He hummed again, making you smile. You pushed back against his hands, unsurprised to feel him not give, just loosening his grip enough to allow you room to come face to face with him. 

His eyes opened, and you were caught slightly off guard by the smolder he gave you.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi.” 

You didn’t know what else to say, so you went with instinct. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Ever since that first kiss, you found his mouth more and more addicting. You always wanted to be kissing this man. The butterflies in your tummy, the electricity you felt in your lips, everything was magnetic and magical when you connected with Lance. 

And you wanted more. 

If it felt this good just being close, how much better could it feel? It made your hips press to his, your tongue pressing firmly to his lip as you begged entrance. The hand behind your neck gripped the hair behind your head and pulled your head to tilt sideways. You both opened your mouths at the same time, your tongues meeting between your lips as you moaned into each other’s mouths. 

It wasn’t hot and heavy in a frantic way, it was hot and heavy that you felt like you’d never get enough of him. You’d never get enough of touching and feeling and tasting him. You wanted more and more, yet there was no push, no frantic need to fuck each other into oblivion like rabbits, it was just intense. Your kiss was slow and deep, but the way you clutched at each other screamed devotion, attraction. 

Yeah, you were definitely escalating this arrangement. 

“Angel,” he mumbled against your lips, “so glad you’re here.” 

He stroked the side of your face before the hand around your waist fell to your ass, dragging you in closer to him. 

“Yeah?” You asked, grinding in his lap.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, sucking on the underside of your jaw. 

Your hand reached out and your fingers curled around the soft silk of his tie, winding it around your hand as Lance leaned forward. You closed your eyes, but the kiss you expected never came. Instead, you felt his hands lifting you as he switched places with you, laying you flat on the couch as he got on top of you. 

“Will you let me spoil you some more?” He asked, “Will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes.” You answered instantly, turning your head to the side as he kissed your cheek sweetly. Bring your wrapped hand up so he could see it, you asked, “Will you let me have it as I want?”

Lance sighed and leaned back, off of you, nodding obediently as he held his hands at his side. Compliant, willing, ready for what you were going to do. You couldn’t help but giggle excitedly as you rolled yourself up on to your knees in front of him, giving him a quick kiss before telling him to close his eyes. 

You took the silk tie and unwrapped it from your hand, pulling it straight before you covered Lance’s closed eyes with it. You wound your arms around his shoulders, tying the tie behind him. With your face so close to his mouth, you heard the way he shakily exhaled, the hot breath feathering against your skin. You grinned, you knew he’d love this. 

When you tied it, you leaned back, standing on your feet. Looking at your blinded sugar daddy, you felt a rush of excitement shoot through your body. He was just sitting there, tied blind and with his hands on his knees.

So obedient.

You pushed your leggings down your legs, peeling your thong off of your wet center. You kept your sweater on and laid back down on the couch. When you laid down, you let your outer leg hang off the couch, your toes touching the soft area rug, while the other leg you lifted. Gently, you place the back of your ankle on his shoulder.

“Just like this, Daddy.” You purred, even as your heart pounded in your chest. 

Lance’s hand lifted and wrapped around your calf, his head tilting as he felt skin. Catching on to this game, he pressed his lips to the side of your ankle before leaning over. He pressed kiss after kiss down your leg. You watched with bated breath as he got closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. When his lips brushed your inner thigh, your leg twitched. 

When you looked down, he was smiling at your skin, his nose skimming your skin as he leaned down further. He stopped just above your pussy, and groaned. You knew he could smell you, he knew you was more than aware of where this was going, and he didn’t stop for a moment. 

He pressed his tongue to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds, before he dragged it further in and licked between your lips. You both moaned, him as he tasted you and you as you were tasted. 

Your fingers threaded through Lance’s thick hair as he began lapping at you harder and more, more, more. You gasped as his lips kissed your clit before closing around the skin, sucking on it softly. You weren’t even sure who was moaning anymore. You felt like you were in heaven, and Lance moaned like he was tasting heaven. 

For a blindfolded man, he ate you like he could see you.

Your back arched and your breasts ached as he slipped a finger inside you. You groaned as he twisted his finger while sinking it deeper, and you could feel every inch of it. You were clenched so tightly around him that you cried out when he curled his digit, making you see stars as he stroked you and pressed on the soft upper wall of your entrance. 

Slapping your hand over your mouth, you muffled a particularly loud groan as Lance was audibly slurping on you. His tongue pressed to your clit over and over as he went back and forth between wrapping his tongue around it and sucking on it. His hot breath turned you on, the way it brushed against your wet skin was an addicting sensation. 

You felt like your body was a lit firecracker, just ready to explode. 

And explode you did. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt yourself pulled into a vortex of pleasure. You cried out as your body trembled, your shoulders shaking off the cushions off the couch as you moaned low and deep. Your breathless cries turned into giggles as you sat up, pushing yourself into a sitting position as you Lance sat between your legs. 

Your hands shook as you pulled your sweatshirt down over your lap and pulled his blindfold over his head, finally seeing his brown eyes again. Lance smiled at you before kissing you, pressing his tongue against yours as you sucked your taste off of his mouth. 

-

The next morning, Lance was as attentive and as affectionate as ever. After you had removed his blindfold the night before, he had been gentle, calming himself down and accepting without question or hesitation that you weren’t giving in yet. He’d have to wait for sex. 

He was just so good. 

With no fuss for the rest of the night, he’d given you a tour of his place before getting you into his bed where he held you for the night. And when you woke up, you’d been a little overwhelmed with the way he smiled at you. It was like you had risen the sun yourself. 

Now you sat on his balcony with him, in his lap as he fed you fruit for breakfast. 

“Do you like melon?” He asked you, lifting the orange sweetness to your lips. 

You hummed as you took it, your hands resting around his shoulders. You were still in last night’s sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants you’d stolen from him the night before. You felt so comfy, and the sunshine was gorgeous and warm. It was a beautiful morning, and it always felt like an idyllic day. 

When there was no fruit left, he let his hands rest on your waist and kissed at your cheeks and forehead, peppering you with soft kisses. You felt yourself dozing off, and had just leaned your head on his shoulder when your phone began aggressively vibrating across the table. 

“Leave it.” Lance murmured into your hair.

You sighed, “I can’t. It might be a client or something.” You reached for your phone and laughed, “Okay, not a client, but still taking it.”

Turning your phone screen towards Lance, he snorted as he read your friend’s name on it. Your contact photo for her was equally hilarious, it was a snap of a  reflection of the two of you together, a reflection that had been taken in the reflection of your oven when you’d drunkenly baked cookies together. 

“You’re both so ridiculous.” Lance laughed. 

“You like it.” You said back, earning a quick kiss as you swiped to accept the call, “Hello?”

“Oh, so you are alive.” Your friend sounded annoyed.

“What are you-” the realization dawned on you, “Oh my god, I’m a piece of shit, I’m sorry!” 

You had made a brunch date with your friend, like actual plans that you’d committed to, and had asked her to pick you up in one of her (or Nicky’s) fancy cars. You felt terrible as you realized she must’ve gotten to your place and found it empty. 

“I’m so, so sorry.” You repeated over and over. 

Your friend huffed dramatically, “I can’t believe you ditched me, where are you? Do not say at some studio cause I will scream and come get you. Wait-” there was a slight pause, and when she spoke again, her tone had significantly lifted, “Are you with Lance?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. It’s his fault, I swear.” You shook your head and mouthed ‘no�� to Lance as he looked at you incredulously. 

“No!” Your friend’s voice was high pitched as she stopped your apology, “No, no, no, you’re forgiven... As long as you tell me exactly what you’re doing with him this early in the morning.”

You laughed as she pressed on.

“No! I know you, I know how you are. You didn’t just wake up early and go to see him, you spent the night didn’t you?” 

You slapped Lance’s shoulder as he looked off the balcony very smugly, his hand squeezing your waist.

“Well, actually, yeah-”

“Ohhhhh it’s happening.” Your friend singsonged, he voice excitedly raising in pitch.

“Relax.” You told her, “We’re actually in Monaco...”

“MONACO? He whisked you off to Monaco? And you’re only telling me now?” Your friend sounded outraged, but then she was speaking so fast you had no time to even offer another apology, “Wait. Oh my god, he took you to Monaco! How romantic! Oh, that’s so cute. Okay, whatever, have fun, can’t wait to hear about how you finally ended up together, you know, proving me right like i told you so- whenever you get back, please tell me when you’re back! and don’t overthink things- just go with it, okay, have fun, be safe- or not.”

“Oh my-”

“Bye!” She yelled into the phone before the line went dead.

Couldn’t even get a single fucking word in, you thought as you chuckled. You rubbed your eyes and groaned into your hands before giggling, when you looked at Lance he still had that smug look on his face.

“How much of that could you overhear?”

“All of it.” Lance grinned. 

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ROMANCE HEADCANONS !!

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name :  wallace moreau nickname : bitch better have my money, hoe, thot, etc gender : male/nb masc presenting romantic orientation : if he breathes he’s my BOYFRIEND preferred pet names : honey, sweetie, darling, sugar, my number one thot, bitchface, seriously you could call him like, wet pool noodle and he’d be like wow i love it! relationship status : dating A Steven (x) in mainverse, multiple boyfriends good GOD help me i don’t know where i went wrong favorite canon ship(s) : originshipping baybee favorite non-canon ship(s) : give me that sweet sweet sweeeeeet platonic friendship with @palletoku and @the-great-fairy-trainer babe opinion on true love :�� he believed once and trusted his whole heart to someone who ended up grinding it beneath his fists. but the hurt was not one sided, since he was using this as a replacement and a way to repress what he was really feeling. jaded now -- he doesn’t think true love is real, but the intimacy of having someone wrapped around your finger is great. you can say you love him and he’ll look at you funny (unless you are in fact Steven) and say haha thanks i guess. what a thot opinion on love at first sight : more like foe at first sight he came to hoenn ready to throw down with anyone and everyone. attraction at first sight sure, but love? as if buddy, that takes work! how ‘romantic’ are they? : incredibly. if he wants you to know he loves you because he’s not so great at saying it unless the recipient can’t understand him, he’ll lavish you with gifts and attention and kisses and cuddles. he’ll wake up early to make you breakfast and go to bed late because he’s just so lovesick thinking about his s/o! of course, he hides away anything painful, which in turn does more damage in the long run .... ideal physical traits : strong shoulders, nice hair, kissable nose, maybe some biceps going on there but he sincerely isn’t picky. all men are kings, anakin. ideal personality traits : you have to HAVE TO go along with the nonsense he does and be ready to call him out for being shitty. other than that, he wants to show you off in public and he likes watching his s/o blush so if they’re a little introverted he’ll be like oh jackpot! ofc he knows when to draw the line and NOT horrify his s/o in public, but just little things to gloat like, look what I get to KISS!!! LOOK AT THEM -- unattractive physical traits : dude if your hair isn’t well kept he’s not gonna touch you. don’t be a gross 4chan baby and you’re gucci. unattractive personality traits : uhhh bitch there is one diva in this relationship. and it’s ACTUALLY THE S/O PSYCHE!! he doesn’t like it when whoever he’s dating puts themselves down too much (though he can understand why they’d do it because he does it too,) and he can’t stand the obnoxiously loud LGBT STANDS FOR LIQUOR GUNS BEER AND TITS LOL!!! kinda guy. don’t be a dick, my man, that’s all you gotta do. it’s that easy. oh and if you try to one-up him using academia he’ll hate your guts too. ideal date : going on a dinner date to a diner he OWNS and having the staff and the chef and everyone treat his s/o and him like royalty. he grew up with little but the pokemon in his bag and the shirt to go with it, so when he really likes someone he goes ALL. OUT. s/o is center of attention, but wallace lavishes in it with them. maybe a few fan photoshoots. lots of kissing. lots and lots of it. do they have a type? : rockhounding air headed one track mind boys named Steven last name Stone first name My Boyfriend average relationship length :  :^) oh boyo! well that depends -- he tends to get a little flighty after a while (expecting the other person to do something awful and horrifically break up with him) so he does something shitty and then the relationship is usually ruined. a professional life ruiner. preferred non-sexual intimacy :  playing with his hair or being allowed to touch it at all - he doesn’t trust a lot of people to do so, so if he’s laying his head on your lap while you watch a cheesy movie together then basically, you’re married. congrats on the wedding. i’m sure it was lovely. other non-sexual intimacy includes holding hands -- no mother don’t look -- and kissing cheeks. a lot. blue lipstick everywhere. commitment level :   lol what commitment level opinion of public affection : HEY LOOK AT THIS CUTE PERSON I AM DATING ARE YOU LOOKING? ARE YOU LOOKING AT HOW FUCKING HOT THEY ARE?? HEY past relationships? :  :^)

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