How about reader going out shopping her with girlfriends, with agents limitless black card?
Agent00 x reader
A/n while writing this I’m also watching agents screen rnnn😭
Title: “Only Use My Card, Baby”💋
It started with a kiss and a black card.
You were sitting cross-legged on Agent’s bed, scrolling through Pinterest boards titled “Fall Fashion Inspo 🍂” and “Designer Wishlist”, hair still damp from your shower, wearing one of Agent’s oversized tees. Agent was sitting at his desk setting up his stream when she casually mentioned she might go shopping later with the girls.
“Use my card,” he said without even looking up. You blinked softly . “Babe… I can use my own card.” Now he turned around, giving you a look that Agent look the one where his brows lift like, did you really just say that to me?
“Y/n,” he said, standing up and walking over. “You’re my girl. You don’t pay for anything when I got you. Especially not when you’re shopping.”He reached into his wallet, pulled out his limitless black card, and pressed it into your hand with a small smirk.
“You better max out Neiman Marcus and not feel bad about it.” You bit your lip, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” You say with a soft chuckle coming out.“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now go remind the world you’re my princess.”
You stepped out of the black Escalade with your group of three close girlfriends Ari, Tati, and May. All of them influencers, models, or streamers in their own right. But none of them had Agent00’s black card in their purse. From the moment you swiped it at the first boutique Fendi, her girls were stunned.
Tati who’s mouth is a bit open out of shocked, turned to you with a expression that only surprised, “Wait… is that—IS THAT AGENT’S BLACK CARD?!”
“Nah. That’s the card. The no-limit one. Girl, you livin’ the dream!” Ari who joined into the conversation soon after. May who also became part of the conversation soon after. “I’d be too scared to touch that card. I’d walk around with gloves on like it’s a sacred object.”
You just laughed, scanning the racks with a soft, satisfied grin. “He made me promise I wouldn’t use my own card. I literally tried and he was like, ‘absolutely not.’” “So he’s not just fine and tall—he’s romantic, generous, and loyal??” One of the girls chimed in.
They all cracked up as You tried on pieces and asked for opinions a mocha brown leather skirt, a sleek olive green bodycon dress, an oversized designer hoodie that went straight into the yes pile. With each swipe of the card, the cashier said, “Would you like to bag this or ship it to the address on file?” And you just smiled and said, “Ship it.”
“Girl, he really got you living like a little trophy wife.”
“And you didn’t even have to ask! He just gave it to you?”
You nodded, pulling your long H/c hair into a ponytail. “Yeah… I think he just likes spoiling me. I didn’t grow up like that, so it still surprises me.”
They all got quiet for a moment, watching her talk about him with that glow — the kind of glow you don’t fake. Not with money. Not with social media. Just real affection.
“He’s in love with you. I’ve never seen Agent smile like he does when you’re around.” Tati said as she offered you a kind smile. Ari came right beside you and put a her hand on your shoulder, “Remember when we saw that one stream and he kissed your forehead after you were eating cereal out the pot? That’s love.”
The employees knew Y/n and her girls were coming. They were escorted into a private room lined with velvet couches, champagne glasses, and curated displays.
Employee:
“Miss L/n, Mr. Muktar already called ahead. Whatever you like, we’ll take care of it.” May who’s mouth is wide than you could ever imagine from the amount of shocked that she is feeling,“OH. MY. GOD.”
“He called ahead?!” You just blushed and shook her head. “He’s ridiculous. But I can’t lie… I like it.”
They were walking out with over ten shopping bags, laughing like high schoolers skipping class.
The girls are now teasing you and saying little comments about this stunt that Agent pulled.
“My man still owes me gas money and you just left with a Dior saddle bag and new Yeezy boots.”
“I want an Agent00 in my life.”
“You deserve it, N/n. You really do. You’ve always been the softest one, and look — now you got someone who treats you like gold.”
Y/n’s Vlog – “Luxury Girl Day With My Girls 💕”
You posted everything — the bags, the black card, the fashion haul, your friends teasing you and hyping you up in the dressing room. The comments were blowing up.
“Agent better marry her at this point”
“The way she said ‘he told me not to use my own card’ so casually 😭”
“This is what we mean when we say spoil your girl”
“She’s glowingggggg omg”
Y/n got back to the house and dropped a few bags in the living room while Agent was streaming. He muted his mic when he saw you walk in. “Hey, princess,” he said with a smile, arms already open. You walked over and kissed him, whispering, “I didn’t even spend that much…”
He raised a brow. “You spent six racks at Louis Vuitton, three at Fendi, two at Saks, and another thousand at Sephora—” “Okay okay, I’ll make you a sandwich,” you laughed, sitting in his lap.
“I was about to say,” he grinned. “Might as well keep you fed while you spend my retirement.” You booped his nose. “You said I could.” “You right. You my girl. Spend it all.”
