A/N This one is before she's preggers🤰Also I imagine the dress somewhat like this, not exactly.
"Dean stop," I chuckled as he continuously slapped my ass as I danced around his apartment. Spanking me one last time, he pulled me into his arms. I sipped on my pink gin that Dean made for me. Seems he's quite the bartender. Pre-drinking is a necessity for going out anywhere with the boys. Also this way I'm not forced to be the designated driver.
"Couldn't help myself," he rumbled and I rolled my eyes at the overused excuse.
"Sure," I said in amusement before walking over to a mirror. I assessed my body, pulling the top of my dress up with a huff. "Should I get boob reduction?" I asked casually. They were practically spilling out of my dress, which I knew would garner me a lot of uncomfortable stares.
"Huh?"
"I mean don't they look a little too big to you?" I inquired, spinning around to him as I cupped my boobs. Okay, I may already be slightly tipsy. But it was a valid question. Now I wasn't a double F or anything but I was a D, a very big D at that.
"No," he scoffed, groping my boobs and I smacked his hands away.
"Dean be serious," I huffed, pouting.
"You are so drunk," he chuckled, bringing me into a quick kiss. "And no you don't need boob reduction. Your boobs are perfect the way they are," he said sincerely yet the amusement in his tone still lingered.
"You sure?" I checked, pulling the material of my dress forwards slightly so he could get a better look as if he hadn't seen them multiple times.
"Yes I'm sure. I love everything about your boobs, right down to the playboy bunnies on your perky, pink nipples," he chuckled again, kissing my exposed chest.
"If you say so," I sighed.
"Baby your whole body is perfect," he rumbled, running his hands down the length of my body. I giggled as he gripped my ass, pulling me into him again. Out of the corner of my eye I spot another picture and my giggling grew to a full blown laugh.
"You gotta stop putting pictures up of me," I reprimanded, going over to grab the frame. Dean had this strange habit of putting loads of pictures up. Now what was strange was that there's barely any of us two together, mainly just me. "It's getting creepy," I teased.
"Well what else am I going to look at when you're not here," he joked before adding, "I can't help it. You look so gorgeous all the time. Is it so wrong for me to put up pictures of you?"
"You know it kind of makes you look like a stalker," I commented thoughtfully. I had to admit it was really cute but seriously if he wasn't my boyfriend I'd be concerned. "But you can't put up pictures of me like that. Any of your family could see this, Justin could see this," I said honestly, referring to the picture of me clad in black lingerie. Toying with one of the lacy garters on my thighs, I gave him a soft smirk, biting my lip to conceal my chuckles as he took a picture of me. I recalled that day perfectly, it was the day I graduated so I thought I'd give Dean a little gift. He gave me a big gift in return, very long and thick. Yep, he bought me a Cartier necklace.
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