pretty girl • chappell roan x reader
DISCLAIMER :: this is a work of fiction fully, in no way implying that chappell roan partakes in such activities or accusing her of anything.
SYNOPSIS :: chappell roan chooses you for a backstage meet, things get intimate fast.
PAIRING :: chappell roan x female!reader
WARNINGS :: reader receiving, chappell roan is the giver literally, clit stimulation, light fingering, nipples stimulation, barely some light aftercare at the end. MINORS DNI!
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It was a fever dream. First, getting the tickets to her show. Then, getting stopped by security right after the show ends.
You seriously thought you were getting arrested and after they told you why you’re being stopped, you thought you’re getting scammed.
It took a while to convince you that they’re legit and that you were chosen from the crowd for a backstage meet and greet.
Some security guard led you there and with a smile closed the door behind you. The room was colorful, mainly due to the clothes hanging on the hangers and the furniture - the walls were pretty dark and dull.
And then you saw her.
Chappell Roan.
Her hair was down and she still had her stage makeup on. “Oh, hi.” She stopped as soon as she noticed you, her eyes trailed up and down your body and that alone send a shiver down your spine.
It didn’t take you long to adjust and relax into the new setting. Chappell was kind, interested in everything you said. She offered you a seat on a sofa and sat right next to you, her body angled towards you, her elbow resting on the sofa’s back and her head on her hand. In the meantime, you blabbered.
“I love your shirt, by the way.” Her gaze trails down to your shirt and without a warning Chappell reaches out, her finger tracing the top’s edge, right around your chest.
“Uh, thank you. I made it actually.” You swallow thickly, her hand not leaving even as she looked back at your face, just as you started to turn a deeper shade of red.
Chappell tilts her head, red curls falling over her shoulder perfectly, it makes your head spin so hard that you practically lean into the touch as her finger gently grazes against your flesh.
Instead of continuing she pulls away and you feel foolish. The place where her hand just was feels empty and naked.
“I have to say you really stood out.” She stands up to get a drink out of her water bottle. “Out of everyone in the crowd.”
Against the better judgment you feel pride fill your chest to the brim. You feel special.
Chappell sits back down, even closer than before, her thigh presses into yours and her gaze stares you down with intensity that makes the big, empty room feel too tiny. Your brain short circuits as her finger traces up and down your leg - staring at the knee and ending under your miniskirt, just to trail that path on your flesh again. Neither of you moves. She’s watching, almost drilling holes in your face, aching to see you gasp.
“Why don’t you take that shirt off for me, pretty girl?” The cheeky grin on her lips speaks for itself - the fact that you instantly take the top off does too.
Your nipples are hard just as the air hits them, Chappell wasted no time, her free hand traces the outlines of your breasts, from one to the other and back. Another pattern to drive you crazy. Your legs part automatically, even though she doesn’t ask, the pulsating between them is unbearable.
“I—“ You can’t bring yourself to say more. She just shushes you.
“Shh, it’s okay… I can take good care of you, pretty. Trust me.” With that her fingers rub your panties, harshly and shamelessly. The pace she picks up is fast, enough to get a reaction out of you, not enough to get you off.
“Please…” You huff out and Chappell doesn’t need more. Her fingers hook at the waistband of your underwear and with one swift motion she tugs them down. Her finger finds its way in between your folds, just teasing at the entrance while her other hand squeezes your hard nipples.
“I’ll get you very wet, okay?” She doesn’t actually demand an answer, still you nod to everything. “Mm, you’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll be gentle.” She warns and slowly dips her finger in your wetness, coating it well before it slips into you, one knuckle deep to slowly get you ready.
Chappell’s other hand leaves your boobs and moves lower, trailing down your stomach, belly button, all the way in between your thighs. It hovers over your clit, just to press gently and move very slowly.
“How does it feel, hm? Talk to me.” She growls and your eyes meet again.
“Good. So- Good.” You clarify and nod as she continues to be deliberately slow, it’s almost painful and you want to rush her, but know it’s not your place to do so.
Chappell pulls away entirely making you whimper uncontrollably. She just chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m not done.”
You stay on the couch, top long gone somewhere on the floor, legs spread, cunt bare and wet. She repositions herself onto her knees, right in front of you, the views of your pussy making her drunk and even more hungry to hear you and to make you come.
“Don’t hold back.” Chappell notes as her finger dives right back inside of you, she pushes it deeper now, it slides further with ease. “Mm, such a pretty pussy.” She growls, her other hand hard against your clit as she stops holding back.
You can’t stay still, the soft gasps turn into pants and then moans. “Mm—“
Her fingers curl inside of you and your back arches, the sensation overwhelming. “You’re going to come for me.” Chappell says and starts to slowly count, not that your body can listen or even hold back. “Be a good girl and come for me.” She practically begs you, all while continuing to rub your clit, until she brings you over the edge so hard that you squirt onto her hand.
She doesn’t mind and instead brings her hand directly to her lips, her eyes on your orgasm dazed face as she licks your cum off of her hand. “You taste so good, pretty.”
Chappell sits back onto the couch, her clean hand gently brushing through your hair. A soothing motion that allows yours and hers heartbeat to slow down, relax. She lets your head fall onto her shoulder to rest. “You did so good. How did it feel, hm? You came so nicely for me~”
