#reneé rapp

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Reneé performing ‘SHY’ on the Late Show with Stephen Colbert ✨

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YOURE GONNA KILL ME IF YOU KISS IT LIKE THAT GOT ME IN TEARS BUT NOT BECAUSE IM SAD TOP OF THE MORNING LET ME PULL YOUR HAIR BACK OHHH COME ON AND KISS IT KISS IT

[lunarry]

RENEÉ RAPP

Shy (Live on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert)

[ariesloona]

reneé rapp making a whole idc if the strap fake i said nut in me song is crazy

[n1-adora-fan]

New Reneé Rapp album and The Subway by Chappell ?? Lesbians stay winning

[kate-bishops-girlfriend]

ITS SO SILLY GOOFY I FUCKING LOVE THIS. GREMLIN GF REP IN THIS HOUSE

Omnomnom

Reneé Rapp x Reader

A/N: is this…a form of…oral fixation? Or Im just insane😐

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She’s sprawled out on your bed in that oversized black hoodie she swears isn’t yours—but definitely is—and her hair’s a little messy, falling over her eyes as she scrolls aimlessly through her phone.

You crawl over slowly, straddling her hips, and she just raises a brow. “What are you doing now?”

“No idea,” you say softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “I just… I missed your face.”

She rolls her eyes like she’s unimpressed, but her cheeks are already pink.

You cup them—warm, soft, perfect—and squish. Gently, but enough to make her lips pout a little, her eyes wide like some adorable, annoyed little doll.

“Stop,” she mumbles through your hands, but she’s already laughing under her breath.

“No,” you whisper, leaning in. You kiss one cheek. Then the other. Then right back to the first one, where your lips linger… and then you bite.

She gasps. “You freak.”

“You love it,” you grin against her skin.

“Unfortunately,” she says, dragging her nails up your thighs. “Now do it again. But meaner.”

You bite her cheek again, just a little harder this time, until she lets out the tiniest gasp—and then you pull back just far enough to look her in the eye.

“Meaner?” you tease, your voice low, your fingers still cradling her flushed face. “I’m not mean. I’m not you.”

Reneé squints, but her smirk is already creeping in. “Excuse me?”

You shrug, feigning innocence. “I don’t break hearts in stilettos and smile through the damage. I just kiss cheeks and steal hoodies.”

“Oh my god.” She groans, dragging a hand down her face—but she’s laughing now, and that pout’s long gone. “You are so annoying.”

“Yeah, but I’m your annoying.”

You lean in again and kiss her nose just to prove your point, then whisper against her skin, “Besides… you like when I’m soft.”

She blinks at you, her cheeks still caught in your hands, and it’s silent for a beat. Then—

“Do it again,” she says, breathy. “Bite me like you’re mad at me for looking this good.”

You tilt your head, squint at her like you’re debating it, then lean in with a dramatic, theatrical slowness…

“Omnomnom,” you mumble like it’s a sacred spell—and you bite her cheek again, full gremlin energy, soft enough to be teasing but firm enough to make her yelp.

She slaps your shoulder mid-laugh. “You did not just say that out loud—”

“I absolutely did,” you grin. “You’re lucky I didn’t go ‘rawr XD’ too.”

She’s wheezing now, hands over her face. “You’re disgusting. I hate you.”

But she’s giggling. She’s melting. And her fingers are slipping under the hem of your shirt like she’s already forgiven you.

——

You’re standing in front of the mirror, half-dressed, sliding your jeans up slow while trying to untwist the waistband, and you’re humming something stupid. Reneé’s behind you somewhere, rummaging through a drawer, supposedly looking for socks.

You don’t even hear her step closer.

Then—

“Omnomnom.”

You yelp as teeth sink right into your ass, firm and playful but real. You whip around, eyes wide, and she’s just standing there, smug as hell, mouth still half-open like she’s proud of her bite mark.

“Reneé!”

She shrugs. “What? Thought I’d return the favor. But, like, better.”

You gape at her. “You just bit my ass while I was putting on jeans. That is a crime.”

She walks off like it’s nothing, throwing over her shoulder: “You shouldn’t have made it look so biteable.”

And you’re just frozen there—pants halfway up, pride halfway gone, cheeks (both sets) fully flustered

She disappears down the hallway all casual like nothing just happened, tossing over her shoulder, “You shouldn’t have made it look so biteable.”

You stand there, frozen, jaw dropped, jeans halfway up.

“…oh hell no.”

You yank your pants up the rest of the way and bolt out of the room. “Reneé Rapp you better RUN.”

She shrieks with laughter, full-on sprinting barefoot through the house, already dodging behind the couch. “Wait—WAIT I WAS KIDDING—”

“You weren’t kidding when you took a bite outta my ass like it was brunch, babe,” you yell, vaulting over a pillow. “I’m biting yours now. Equal rights.”

“I have delicate skin!” she yells through a wheeze.

“I don’t care! Turn that ass around and say grace!”

You chase her into the kitchen, she slips on a sock and nearly faceplants, screams, and hides behind the fridge door like it’ll protect her.

You’re circling like a shark now, grinning. “I’ll give you a head start. Five seconds.”

“Five???”

“Four.”

“I hate you!”

“Three…”

—

You catch her at the edge of the couch, one sock halfway off, breathing like she just ran a marathon. She screams again when you grab her waist from behind, but you spin her around and tackle her onto the cushions in one smooth, slightly chaotic move.

She’s cackling, squirming, already trying to wriggle free—“WAITWAITWAIT—”

But you straddle her hips and grab her face gently, cheeks puffed and flushed red from all the laughing, and you just stare at her for a second.

“You bit my ass.”

She grins. “Worth it.”

You lean in closer. “Now suffer.”

And then you attack.

Kiss. Right on her cheek.

Kisskisskisskiss. All over her forehead, her nose, her other cheek, her chin, her eyelid??—it’s just nonstop. You’re laughing, she’s shrieking, her hands are flailing, but you’ve committed to the mission.

“NOOOO,” she cries, dramatic as hell. “I’M TOO HOT FOR THIS—”

“You’re too hot for peace,” you say, planting one right on her lips before peppering her again. “This is what you get for being cheeky. Literally.”

She groans. “You’re not even sorry.”

“Not even a little bit.”

Eventually, she goes limp, arms falling out wide like a starfish, fully surrendering as you smother her in love. “Fine,” she mumbles. “Bite me next time. Just… not while I’m doing laundry.”

You kiss her once more, soft and slow now. “Deal.”

———

A Few Days Later

You’re sitting on the counter in the laundry room, sipping some juice box you absolutely stole from a child’s snack stash, scrolling through nonsense on your phone. Reneé’s bent over, pulling a load of warm clothes from the dryer, mumbling to herself about sock gnomes and missing sports bras.

She looks so unbothered.

And her ass? Her ass looks like it’s begging to be bitten.

You tilt your head, squint a little, brain going fully blank except for one thing: chomp.

You slip down from the counter silently. She’s humming, swaying a little. Peaceful. Vulnerable. Unaware of the war about to be waged on her backside.

You sneak up behind her like a gremlin with a mission and then—

“OMNOMNOM.”

Your teeth sink right into that perfect spot and she screams. Like full-body, arms flail, laundry flies everywhere.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME—AGAIN?!” she yells, turning around wide-eyed.

You backpedal immediately, already laughing, hands in the air. “IT LOOKED BITEABLE I COULDN’T HELP IT—”

“No. NO. We had a deal. I said not while I’m doing laundry!”

You’re wheezing now, half bent over, juice box still in one hand like a menace. “I forgot—babe I forgot I swear—”

“I HOPE YOU FORGOT YOUR DIGNITY TOO,” she snaps, and suddenly she’s coming for you.

You shriek and bolt down the hallway, socks sliding, juice box abandoned, and all you hear behind you is Reneé yelling—

“YOUR ASS IS MINE NEXT, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE BITCH.”

——

Fifteen minutes have passed.

All’s well now.

The only thing is…

You both sit on the couch with scowls on your faces…

And reddening bite marks littering yours and Reneé’s skin.

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Aye

[svnflowermoon]

reneé and chappell just KNEW i needed this the gays are plotting to both save and ruin my life

[numberonefjordfan2020]

[youngexwivesclub]

New Bite Me merch in collaboration with Complex Music

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RENEE RAPP

Saturday Night Live — 49x09 (January 20, 2024)

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RENEÉ RAPP & MEGAN THEE STALLION // SNL

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RENEÉ RAPP

via Instagram

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theestallion Huhhhh ?!?! All thee Reginas in one room 🤭