-How you met Lippmann (Actor x stylist AU)
Warnings: Smut,Romance,Lippmann is a gentleman,public sex,reader is described to have female anatomy,praise kink (?)
Lippmann was the kind of man who could make anyone fall for him. A talented actor, a smooth talker, a gentleman through and through. On-screen, he played characters that made hearts race. Off-screen? He was just as enchanting.
And somehow, you had caught his attention.
1. First Meeting – Just Another Job… Or So You Thought
Your job as a stylist wasn’t easy. Late nights, early mornings, fixing last-minute disasters before a scene—you’d seen it all. But Lippmann?
He was a whole different challenge.
The first time you met, he walked into the dressing room with that effortless charm of his, golden-blond hair slightly tousled from the wind outside, dark eyes sweeping over you as if committing you to memory.
“You must be my new stylist,” he said smoothly, offering his hand. “Lippmann.”
You shook it, ignoring the way his voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “Yeah. I know.”
His lips twitched in amusement. “Good. I like a stylist who does their research.”
That was the first sign he was different. Unlike most actors, he wasn’t arrogant. He was polite, soft-spoken, and despite being a celebrity, he treated you like you mattered.
And that? That was dangerous.
At first, it was just work. You adjusted his collar before he went on set, made sure his suits fit perfectly, occasionally fussed over his hair when it got messed up between takes.
He made everything feel intimate.
• The way he leaned in just a little too close when you fixed his tie.
• The way he thanked you every single time you adjusted something, his voice warm with sincerity.
• The way he remembered little things about you—like your favorite drink, the kind of books you liked, the way you tapped your fingers when you were deep in thought.
And then there were the moments when his gentleness caught you off guard.
One night, after a long shoot, you sighed, rubbing your temples.
“Tired?” His voice was quiet, but concerned.
You gave a small nod. “It’s been a long day.”
Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.
You froze. “Lippmann, I—”
“Shh.” His voice was a murmur, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “You’ve been looking after me all day. Let me return the favor.”
Your heart stuttered. He wasn’t just kind—he was thoughtful.
And that made it so much harder to ignore the way he made you feel.
It started innocently enough. He invited you out after a shoot, saying it was a thank-you for all your hard work.
You thought it would be casual.
Then he pulled out your chair. Ordered the perfect wine. Looked at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world when you talked.
“You’re different from most people I meet,” he admitted, swirling his glass. “Real.”
You raised a brow. “What, actors don’t usually deal with real people?”
His smile turned wistful. “Not often. Everyone wants something. But you? You just… exist. And I like that.”
You weren’t sure what to say to that.
But when he reached across the table, fingers brushing against yours, you realized something.
And for the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe…
You had fallen for him, too.
Here’s an intimate and sensual scenario with Lippmann, staying true to his gentle and romantic nature.
Under the Dressing Room Lights
The dressing room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the mirror’s vanity bulbs, casting a soft halo around Lippmann’s golden hair. It was late—most of the crew had gone home—but he had stayed behind. For you.
You stood in front of him, adjusting the collar of his suit, fingers grazing his skin as you focused on your work. But his eyes weren’t on his reflection. They were on you.
“You’re always so careful with me,” he murmured, voice warm, like silk sliding over your skin.
You glanced up at him through your lashes, noticing how close he was now. His scent—clean, expensive cologne with a hint of something deeper, something him—filled the small space between you.
“I have to be,” you teased, straightening the lapels. “You’re a movie star. Can’t have you looking anything less than perfect.”
A soft chuckle left his lips, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. His hands, warm and steady, brushed against your wrists as he reached up, slowly tracing the inside of your palm with his fingertips.
“What if I don’t want to be perfect?” he murmured. “At least… not with you.”
Your breath caught. The heat in his gaze was different from the easy charm he used in front of cameras. This was real. Raw.
He took your hand and brought it to his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath layers of expensive fabric.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “And I will.”
Instead, you leaned into him, letting his warmth envelop you. His lips brushed against your forehead first—soft, reverent—before trailing down, barely ghosting over your cheek.
When he finally kissed you, it was slow, lingering, as if savoring every second. His hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the curve of your hips through your clothes.
“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured against your lips, as if he couldn’t help himself.
Fingers tangled in his hair, you let yourself melt into his touch. He didn’t rush, didn’t demand. Instead, he unraveled you gently, like he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of you.
His lips traced down your neck, leaving soft kisses, tasting, memorizing. You shivered when he pressed closer, his breath warm against your skin.
He lifted you onto the vanity, standing between your legs as his hands roamed your sides, always slow, always seeking permission with every touch.
“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered, voice husky. “Let me?”
And when you nodded, breathless and wanting, he smiled—soft, adoring, utterly in love.
“Go on then,make me feel good.”
“Oh,how I’ve been longing for this..You have no idea sweetheart..”
He pinned you against the cold wall,grasping your hand in his,while kissing you hungrily,almost like he’s been waiting for this moment for forever.
You kissed him,wrapping your arms around his neck,running your free hand in his soft hair,he let out a pleased hum in your mouth.
his movements heavy laced with exhaustion as he strides in, eyes closed,he yanks off his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the couch beside you he’s still oblivious to your presence. it’s almost amusing, really. you take in the sight—his bolo tie loosened, his dress shirt slightly untucked, his usually collected demeanour crumbling at the edges from a long day.
"Still with me, Sweetheart?”he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as his hands hands found themselves groping at your tits,the rings on his fingers made you shiver from the cold metal,earning a soft chuckle from him,pinching at your nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.
That’s how you ended up your front pressed against the wall in front of you,with him grabbing the fat on your hips,caressing the softness beneath his fingers.
His hand was pressing your back you instinctively arched your back at his touch,giving in to him,ever,you wanted this,you’ve always have,so why were you nervous right now?was it the idea of getting caught? An actor fucking his stylist in the dressing room,where anyone could walk in anytime now.
“Is there something wrong,darling?” He asked turning you by your neck,to look at him in the eyes,his golden eyes looked through yours,brow raised.
“No..it’s just…w-what if we get caught..?” You mumbled,not sure of what would he say,how would he react,his lips curled upwards in a smirk,that always got your knees weak every time he did that,he was beautiful and he knew that.
“Don’t worry your pretty head over that,let me take care of you Amore mio.”
He then slowly,tugs your pants down to your ankles,grazing at your thighs,softly pinching and squeezing them,making you flinch.
“You’re so beautiful,,mio caro..”
You didn’t understand the language he was calling you pet names in,but he looked attractive while doing so,so you didn’t really mind.
He slowly pushed your panties to side,pushing two digits in your hole,pushing them in and out of you gently,not to hurt you.
“A-ah..fuck..Lipp-“ you moaned rocking your hips back and forth to get more stimulation which only made the man chuckle.
“Feel good Cara?should I keep going?” His fingers pushed in and out,pressing a thumb on your clit for more stimulation,making you moan,but he quickly cupped your face,shushing you.
“Shh..shh..can’t let them know I’m having fun with my pretty little stylist,sweetheart.” You nodded as you tried to bite back your moans despite his hand covering your mouth making your sounds of pleasure muffled
“Hnghn..M’cumming..Lipp…S’good..”your nails dug into the wall almost making small holes into it,you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck,tickling your skin.
Then you felt empty,he pulled out his fingers out of you,making you whine,followed by a belt unbuckling behind you,you looked behind you in the corner of your eye,you saw him take off his belt and throw it somewhere on the nearby couch.
“Lie on the couch lover,don’t want you getting tired now.”
You did as told you lied on the couch on your back,you closed your thighs togather,which only made him frown,he went towards where you were lying and he roamed his hands on your thighs before prying them apart earning a small gasp from you.
“Don’t act all shy now sweetheart,don’t worry,I’ll do all the work,just stay quiet for me Kay?”
You nod and watch him take his member out of his boxers,making your mouth water at the sight of it,he wasn’t exactly big,or thick,but he was normal,bright pink tip,almost touching his stomach,with pre-cum leaking from it.
“Hm,you like what you see,Amore?” Which made you chuckle,he did know his way of words,which was also the many reasons why you were head over heels for him.
“If it hurts,use safe word okay? I don’t want to force you.” His voice was full of care,gentleness,proving that he didn’t only care about his desires but also your safety.
You nodded your head and he flashed you a smile,before going over and kissing your forehead.
He positioned himself between your legs,slowly pushing his tip in your entrance,making you whine but you quickly slapped your hand on your mouth,to prevent any sounds,there were a lot of people,and guests outside the dressing room,so you couldn’t let them barge in and see you two like this.
He slowly slid himself deeper,earning small whines from you,he grabbed your hips in his hands,and started moving in slow pace,slowly thrusting in you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this..Darling..” He let out a small groan escape his lips,making you blush,he was beautiful,when he was like this,his hair a little messy,his forehead glistening in sweat.
“Ah..hngh..! Lipp.feels so good…!”
He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft blonde hair falling loose from his forehead.
“fuck fuck..I’m cumming…! I’m gonna-“
“Go on,pretty girl,cum for me.” He whispered as he planted a soft kiss on your neck,before sucking on the spot,making you whimper,and finish right there.
Your head was dizzy,legs trembling and shaking a little,he stared at you;and leaned down to hold your chin,and give you small peck on your lips.
He pulled up his pants,and buckled his belt around his waist,after that He then slowly sat you properly on the couch,sliding himself next you,wrapping his arm around your shoulder,snuggling next to you and inhaling your scent.
“Don’t want us getting caught,don’t want the fans going after you..” you looked at him,flashing him a smile which he returned with a wink,before speaking up again.”but next time,I want to hear you scream as loud as you wish to..” you nodded and wrapped your arms around him,his scent was so addicting..his expensive cologne mixed with bit of a sweat..you were addicted.
“You’re so pretty,hope you know that sweetheart” his hand reached to your face,and rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip,you leaned in his touch,it felt so..warm,you felt like this for the first time ever..
“Did you enjoy it? Hope I did good..” he smiled at you,and tucked few strands of your hair behind your ears,making you giggle as his fingertips grazed at your neck softly.
“Of course I did,you know..I’ve always liked you since the day I got here..” which only made his smile bigger he put his head on your shoulder,wrapping his arms around your waist to pull your body closer to him.
“I love you Y/n,since the day that I saw you.”He kissed your temple,and held your hand in his.
I’ve never wrote a smut fiction or anything like that, before so apologies if it’s bad..I tried.
