We all know Blair can be very overprotective, so what about a fic with her getting irritated when other people flirt with the reader? (Take Vanessa, for example. The poor girl gets verbally destroyed before she can even blink). Gn reader preferred but it's your fic so you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with <3
jealousy, turning saints into the sea
synopsis: blair waldorf is very possessive of their partner.
tags/warnings: suggestive in a public setting, g!n reader, french people, fluffy
college had made both of you extremely busy, but you always kept your sundays free. sunday was blair day no matter what, and if you missed it - she would make a big deal out of it. sometimes you would sleep over at her place on saturday night, but you had too much going on this week. blair made reservations at a nice french restaurant for lunch so you are headed in that direction.
you see the back of her head and rush towards her. she beams at you and grabs your hand right away. she presses a kiss to your cheek and you give one back to her.
unfortunately you don't know a lick of french but blair does which makes everything much easier. she walks to the waiter at the front and starts speaking to them.
"la réservation est sous waldorf." (the reservation is under waldorf)
he leads you both to a lovely table that is on the side and places the menu in front of you both. you both reach for the menu at the same time which has your hand tingling when they make contact with hers. she raises at an eyebrow at you. it takes you a moment to remember that whenever you go to a french restaurant - they never seem to have the items translated.
"can we have that fish stew thingie again?"
blair chuckles fondly at you. you feel your cheeks flushing because you know there is absolutely no way you said the correct term for it.
"the bouillabaisse sweetheart? sure we can get that. i'll get some bread too, i know you love to dip that in it."
she waves her hand and the waiter comes back over.
"pouvons-nous avoir de la bouillabaisse à partager. j'aimerais aussi du pain à côté. s'il te plaît." (can we have some bouillabaisse to share. i would also like some bread on the side. please.)
"très bien, je vais passer ta commande." (okay i will place your order.)
you ignore the conversation they are having and hum quietly to yourself. the waiter suddenly looks at you and starts speaking.
"est-ce qu'il y a quelque chose que tu aimerais spécifiquement chérie"? (is there anything you specifically would like darling?)
the beginning of his sentence made absolutely no sense to you but upon hearing the last part you stare at him. you knew chérie was one of blair's favorite endearments she used with you.
"excuse me. that is my amour. i want another waiter tout de suite avant de me plaindre à ton patron." (excuse me. that is my lover. i want another waiter right now before i complain to your boss.)
you can hear him making protesting noises but leaves anyways. a new waiter comes out along with wine. you know that wine is good considering how blair lets out an appreciative sigh.
you reach for her knuckles and rub them gently. her skin is so soft, there's not a single part where it feels rough. she looks at you and smiles.
you both chat for a while, talking about how silly that waiter was. she mentions how serena is dating dan again for like the tenth time. you meanwhile tell her how eric's new boyfriend is so charming. everytime you talk to her, her honey eyes are looking at you. it has your heart fluttering. instead of having butterflies in your stomach, it seems like they have traveled their way into your heart. a blair shaped butterfly that is there to stay.
the bouillabaisse finally arrives along with the bread. you wait for her to taste it since she knows french cuisine better than you do. she makes a happy sound upon finishing her spoonful. she takes another spoonful and leans over so that it's near your mouth. you can feel the tips of your ears starting to burn up, but you open your mouth anyways. blair likes to feed you soup whenever you guys get it.
you both take your time to indulge in the thick soup while dipping the bread in it. you stop drinking the wine since the bitterness of it doesn't really accompany the fishy and herbal taste of bouillabaisse. blair gets the check even though you try to pay with your card.
"a waldorf may be spoiled, but they always take care of their own. just let me pay for our meals. all you have to do is be the perfect partner which you are already."
you both head towards the bathroom when blair notices the waiter that flirted with you earlier is still walking around.
"ugh i can't believe he's still here. i have an idea, care to join me in it?"
you let out a lopsided smile at her and nod. even though you didn't always agree with her schemes, she was getting better at being less obnoxious with them. you assume that she has plans to deal with him later.
the bathrooms are all gender neutral and private. blair picks the one in the middle, pushes you in it, and then locks the door. you make your way to pee while she seems to be inspecting the bathroom. by the time you finish and wash your hands, she's sitting on top of one of the counters they have inside.
"just play along okay?"
after she states that, she lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard her make. you rush over and cover her mouth with your hand.
you can't help but to hiss out your next remark towards her.
"what are you doing, blair?"
she smiles at you and lets out another moan, which is still loud even though it's muffled by your hand. she bites your hand which has you yelping and letting go.
"that waiter needs to know that you are mine. so get up on the counter and let me ravish you. fake moaning isn't enough."
before you can even formulate a sentence, she hops down and lifts you onto the counter. blair tilts your neck gently to the side and presses warm kisses onto it. you can feel her sucking right under your earlobe. she shifts towards your collarbones and even bites right under your jaw. the hickies and bruises are already starting to blossom on your skin. she grabs your face and starts kissing you. she tastes like wine and cotton candy lipgloss. her tongue slides in harshly and she doesn't give you time to get air. you let out a small whine and she pulls back but only for a moment. you can see the string of saliva connecting you both in that timeframe. she leans back in hungrily and bites your lower lip. she slides a hand between your legs and that leads to you letting out a sharp moan. her hands are all over your legs and waist and upper body which leaves you feeling dizzy. another moan sneaks out from you when she licks the hickies that she made a few minutes ago. everything feels too hot suddenly and you want to tell blair to slow down. you hear pounding on the bathroom door before you get a chance to say that.
"just a minute!"
blair smirks at you and ruffles your hair. she gets you down from the counter and straightens your clothing out. when you look at yourself in the mirror you wince. your whole face is covered with bite marks, hickies, bruises, and lip gloss stains. you feel extremely flustered and bury your face into blair's shoulder for a second.
"oh my precious angel, don't worry i'm with you."
she laces her hand with yours and opens the door. the waiter from before looks very angry and is wheezing slightly. blair plasters on one of her fake smiles and rummages through her coat's pocket. she takes out a card and places it in his hand.
"here is my stepfather's card. expect a call, au revoir!"
you both walk out of the restaurant in giggles while swinging hands. the look on the waiter's face when he recieved blair's card was completely worth it.
notes: 🥺 ended up being more fluffy than i thought, hope you like it aeron <3
I've been at this since February. It's torture for me to keep going. The final resolution is a disaster, but I don't want to even think about the wasted time. Let's trust the process. 🤞🏿
