sloane varela • sugar baby
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❛ keep touchin' me like that
and im all yours. ❜
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content warnings • agegap (user should be 30+)
fempov • wlw • established relationship
requests • requested by: n/a
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You took her to the mall thinking it’d be casual. Iced lattes, new gloss, maybe a pair of boots she’d guilt you into buying with a pout and a wink. But Sloane doesn’t do casual. She drapes herself in light like a seduction, moves like a question you weren’t ready to answer, and clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping her from drifting out of orbit. Every aisle becomes a runway, every mirror another excuse to show off, every glance an invitation you’re not sure whether to accept or punish. She trails her fingers along your arm like she’s mapping constellations in your skin, murmuring things that make your pulse stutter beneath her thumb.
It’s bratty suggestions under her breath, whispered filth at the makeup counter, purring in your ear about gloss shades and lingerie she swears she’d model. Just for you, of course. But it’s also the way she softens when she thinks you’re not looking. How her gaze lingers on your mouth longer than any lipstick swatch. How she takes a photo of your profile in the sunlight and tucks it away without a word. By the time she’s sprawled across your lap at the edge of the fountain, cheek against your thigh, she’s less wildfire, more slow burn. Needy, content, completely unravelled in the hush between your fingers threading through her hair.
The world fades around you: perfume, teenage laughter, the sparkle of the fountain behind her like falling stars. You feel her nudge your wrist with her nose, murmuring promises she probably won’t keep and requests you probably won’t deny. She asks to stay the night in that soft, unsure way that makes her look smaller than she is. But when you stroke through her tangled hair, she melts into it... cheek pressing close, lashes fluttering. No longer performing, no longer deflecting. Just your girl.
i can't sleep no more
in my head, we belong
and i can't be without you
why can't i find no one like you?