Suggestive :P , feminine!reader
The boys. Reallly like that lower part of your stomach that sticks out in bodycon dresses. Like. A lot.
You normally don’t wear them because you’ve been conditioned to believe only a certain body type can, but the boys have spent a long time helping you heal your perception of yourself, so you finally feel confident enough to try.
When you walk out in the skin tight dress, feeling pretty for once and they all groan loudly, covering their faces and turning away, you get nervous very quickly. Do…do they not like it?
You kind of curl into yourself, bringing your arms up to wrap around your stomach.
“You tryin’ to kill us or somethin’, hen?” Johnny speaks first, “cannae just do that to a man without warning, now me pants are uncomfortable…”
You’re still locked in your perception that they don’t like the dress, so you’re confused trying to figure out what he meant by that.
“Jesus, love, why the hell haven’t we seen this dress before? You been holdin’ out on us?” Kyle is bold enough to approach, gently taking your arms away from yourself to hold your hands and continue admiring your body.
Price drags his hand down his face, peeking through his fingers before groaning and turning away again, “sweetheart, I dunno if you can wear that.” Your heart sinks again before he continues, “I’m afraid it’ll be on the floor before we get to the restaurant.”
Simon comes from behind, wrapping his arms around your stomach and caressing it appreciatively. He leans down to whisper in your ear, letting you feel his warm breath on your neck, “‘s dangerous, pretty. Gonna make me do thing that aren’t appropriate for the public.”
Your face is hot. Oh…so they like the dress.
