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contains: teasing, possessive talk, dubious consent, breeding, mentions of spanking on different parts, reader is referred to as having “breasts,” “pussy,” “clit”

let’s say that you’re my best friend – sweet, innocent, cute and unsuspecting. when you have a date you’re excited for coming up, you confide in me how badly you need to get laid, not even realizing how I clench at the idea of taking care of you when you’re obviously so needy and desperate to have someone’s hands on you. of course, being the devoted friend I am, I agree to go shopping with you so you can model different outfits you’re considering for the date – specifically one that will guarantee a good fuck in store for you. almost like torture, I sit outside the changing rooms, as you stride out with outfit after outfit – a series of miniskirts that hug you just right, tight tops that leave your nipples poking out, dresses so tight that I know it’d be so easy for me to press you against a wall, face pressed to the mirror, and slide my fingers deep in you. you gently whine that I should stay in the room with you – for practical reasons, of course, like so I can help you zip up dresses and so you avoid the shyness of emerging from the changing rooms in front of other people waiting outside them. it makes sense, and even though I know it’s only going to leave me with more thoughts, I go in, the dutiful friend I am. you go through a few more outfits, my eyes averting whenever you change then being requested by you to take in the entirety of each and every outfit. I don’t think you realize how much it’s impacting me to see you like this – possessive and jealous that these outfits will be for someone else to fuck you with, yet admiring and stunned from how good you look.