#sabrina carpenter drabble

[bruisedfig]

taste — sabrina carpenter ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

warnings: no plot wlw smut, oral (sab receiving), sweet gf fluff, reader could be read as nb (gf!sabrina x gf!reader) 18+

wc: 1k

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it was late. sabrina was flat on her back, laying in a messy puddle of her blonde hair splayed out beneath her. her thighs shook against either side of your head, muffling the melody of sweet moans and curses escaping her parted lips.

“oh, mmm… fuck!”

her perfectly manicured hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white at how hard she was holding herself back, wanting to savour the feeling of your tongue lapping firmly at her swollen clit for the first time in days.

“missed you,” you moaned against her. “so much.”

sabrina whined in response, nodding. “i know. i can tell,” she quipped, breathlessly, a smile gracing her flushed face. “eating me like you’ve been starved, angel.”

you smirked against her—typical. even with her legs wrapped around your head and her pussy in your face, she still had the nerve to tease you. 

you nipped at her puffy clit, gently, and pulled back, watching her mewl and buck her hips, chasing your mouth. her hazy eyes met your gaze, flickering between your irises in earnest.

“what?” she smiled, beaming with excitement and challenge.

“you know what,” you scoffed, licking your lips covered in her. your mouth found her inner thigh as you held eye contact with the smirking blonde, kissing over the small marks you’d left earlier that had stained her skin.

“oh, shut up. c’mon, finish the job,” sab whined, exasperated, watching you between her legs with a smirk still fixed to her face.

your eyes peered over her cunt, moving down from her face to her chest, observing the way it rose and fell with every breath. she smirked at the way your eyes lingered on her perked nipples.

she hummed, still watching you, and raised a hand, rolling her left nipple between her fingers. a small gasp escaped her, and an even bigger grin grew on her face. “c’mon… please?” she stuck out her bottom lip in a teasing pout. 

she was too pretty for her own good. and too damn good at getting what she wanted.

you huffed, conceding as you found her folds with your tongue again. “pain,” you murmured, latching your lips around her clit once more.

the cocky expression fell from brina’s face as a wanton moan ripped its way out of her throat. there she was.

you could feel her pussy clenching around nothing against your chin, begging for attention. it was so needy that it was almost sweet. your hand left her outer thigh and snuck under your chin, circling her opening—teasingly.

sabrina moaned. “oh, please.”

you circled her entrance once more before sliding in your middle and ring fingers, gently curling them up into her. she fluttered around them, squeezing in appreciation at the welcomed intrusion.

her moans got louder as you sucked on her pretty pink clit and rubbed at that sweet spot inside her. you could feel her slick drenching your hand and the lower half of your face. she tasted like nothing you’d ever known—she was intoxicating, and she had you completely hooked without even trying.

her free hand gripped at your hair, trying to pull you further into her pussy. you grinned almost triumphantly when she began bucking her hips up into your face. what a sweet little thing.

“oh, my– please! i can’t– i’m so close.”

her whines were so heavenly; you could feel that familiar warmth beginning to pool in your lower stomach at the angelic sounds leaving her mouth.

your lips stayed suctioned around her bud—your tongue lapping at it, devouring her taste, and swallowing down the pretty noises made just for you.

your head was getting fuzzy, despite that old tiktok trend that circled your brain as you mindlessly licked at her cunt. maybe it was stupid, but you began spelling out her name with your tongue, wanting to see if she’d cum to her own name. you were way too deeply infatuated with the whimpering blonde in front of you to even try to stop yourself.

s… a loud mewl.

a… another.

b… her hips bucked.

r… a curse.

i… and another buck.

n… a pretty moan.

a… a loud gasp and a tight clench around your fingers.

“so close,” she cried out, her voice winded and strained. her grip in your hair became tighter, bunching it up in her palm, and you moaned against her, keeping steady the pace of your tongue and fingers inside her, trying to help her find her bliss.

she found it quickly, releasing another loud cry of pleasure. her walls clamped around your fingers in a flurry of tight motions, and her hips jerked in desperation, fighting with the overwhelming force of her orgasm.

you watched her rosy face contort in ecstasy, her eyes flashing black momentarily as she rode her high, still twitching against your mouth and around your fingers.

she was so wet—soaking your hand with her sweet essence. she smelled delicious, and she tasted even better. you kept up your practiced licks over her bud, collecting her taste on your tongue. you could hear her moans slowly revert back into breathless pants, followed by her cunt gently unclenching from around your pruned fingers.

her eyes met yours, and she smiled, biting her bottom lip. “mmm, fuck… felt so good.”

you kissed her pebbled clit one last time before pulling your face back, returning her smile. “oh, yeah? you don’t say.”

sabrina laughed, the sound sweet and still a little winded. “oh, shut up. c’mere…”

she tilted her head—inviting, sweet, needy.

“coming…” you murmured, gently slipping your fingers out from inside her sensitive walls. she gasped softly, still watching you.

you crawled up her body, carefully resting yourself against her bare chest. you grinned down at her face below yours. her light eyes sparkled, glimmering with love and satisfaction. 

she met your lips with hers, smiling into the kiss before letting your tongues meet with fervour. sab moaned, greedily, at the taste of herself on your tongue, and her hands found your sides, pulling you down against her more.

the kiss was heated but quick. she pulled back, blinking away the haze in her eyes, and smirked, her rosy cheeks making her glittery eyes narrow teasingly. “did you spell my name down there, or was i imagining that?”

you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. caught. red-handed.

fig yaps: slayyy my first wlw fic !!!! was listening to slumber party by ashnikko and went hmmm !! lmk your thoughts <3

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[karaeilish]

sabrina and reader getting distracted in the shower…? 😉

౨ৎ distracted; s.carpenter. . .

౨ৎ smut ` ⋆˙⟡ your naked body always slightly distracts your girlfriend

endless drops of water flowed down your intertwined bodies, creating a warm cocoon in which you were completely lost, exploring each other's bodies with your hands, tongues. every curve. every mole. every perfect millimeter.

sabrina hummed softly, letting the water completely wet her blonde curls, scattered over her honed shoulders. her lips, just as hot, left an endless trail of kisses on your neck, forcing you to lean against the wall to stay on your weak legs.

arms tightly hug her slender body, fingertips drawing patterns on her back, leaving barely noticeable red marks.

"babe, we just wanted to take a shower.." you whisper, but still throw your head back, giving your girlfriend only more space for kisses. she giggles into your skin, mumbling something about not caring about being late for a shoot if it means having your taste on her tongue for the rest of the day.

her hands trail down to your hips and she kneels down on you, too seductively, neverbreaking eye contact. you're probably gonna lose your mind right now.

"relax and let me take care of you, kitten" she smiles so innocently before throwing your leg over her shoulder and diving into your pussy, immediately letting out a string of moans at your sweet taste.

"fuck, sabrina!" your hand drops to her hair, desperately trying to grab onto the wet locks to push her face further between your thighs.

her tongue works tirelessly, exploring your sweet pussy, sucking softly on your clit until you start to push your hips forward on your own, riding her face. not that she minds it. 

two fingers suddenly but so smoothly plunge into you without a hint of difficulty, and it only makes sabrina smile. 

you were so fucking wet. and you both know it wasn't from the water.

౨ৎ tags; @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @brinasheqrt, @sabrinannlyn

[eddiazx]

juno - evan buckley x reader

You had bought it as a joke. 

You and your friend had decided to go inside the inconspicuous-looking sex shop for fun, and she had dared you to buy the fuzzy pink handcuffs. You, not one to back down from a challenge, grabbed them and paid for them with your head held high. It wasn’t supposed to see the light of day; you had thought it would collect dust in your closet for months. 

So to see them dangling from Buck’s fingers, paired with a smirk on his face, was not what you had expected to see when you walked into your shared apartment.

“What’s this, babe?” Buck, ever the shit-stirrer, asks.

“‘S nothing”, you mumble, trying to grab it from Buck, but he raises it high so you can’t reach. 

“Do you wanna try it out tonight?” Buck then questions genuinely, looking deep in your eyes to gauge your interest.

You nod slowly but surely, because you can already feel your body react at the thought of using them with Buck.

“On me or on you?” 

You bite your lip and respond hoarsely, “on you, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I’m very okay with that.” Buck grins cheekily.

Which brings you to right now: Buck naked, both hands cuffed and resting over his head on his king-sized bed. You’re straddling him, riding him, and Buck is a whimpering mess. Not being able to hold onto you, whether it was your hips, your thighs, or your breasts, was sweet torture for him.

You switch your angle by digging your knees into the mattress, resting your hands on Buck's chest before lifting and slamming back down. Both of you come almost simultaneously with this new position, and Buck as usual, comes a lot. It slowly seeps out of you from the sheer volume, and both of you stare at it, stare at where the two of you are still joined, transfixed.

Just as you're about to dismount and uncuff him, Buck interrupts you.

"Sit on my face, babe. I want to taste how good we are together."

God bless those fuzzy pink handcuffs.

[hayleygrrr]

don't smile...

⁞ with a breakup a month fresh, all you can think about is theo. going out certainly doesn't help the thoughts of him and his new girlfriend...

words;796

warnings; 18+, smut, swearing, kind of cnc?, dom!theo, not proofread, gagging, choking, cheating, p in v, intox, degradation, read at your own risk, drinking, this is terrible but I needed to post something

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLEASE BE NICE!!!

fuck him.

seriously. a month? really? and he's smiling, fuck your life. even after the two weeks you spent wasting away on your couch with a tub of ben and jerry's phish food ice cream wasn't enough to take away how horribly attracted to him you still are. the sweater you bought him hangs off his frame, his hair perfectly framing his face, his skin glowing under the bar light, and worst of all, his hands. the same hands that used to adorn the promise rings you both shared, not occupied with another woman's hands.

obviously your friends have terrible ideas, one of which was dragging you out of your apartment to a nice bar downtown. but of course he was there. laughing. smiling. smiling like he used to when you would make a stupid joke that was so unfunny he had to laugh. just to pick on you. and you missed it.

your little black dress rides up, your ass practically half exposed by now. the shots flow as you drink with your friends, but truly your eyes stay the only place they can. after dancing with random strangers to music from the live band that always plays on Saturday nights, the longing and exhaustion kick in. the alcohol may have made you a bit braver than you were when you walked through the doors.

of course, you find yourself in the only place you would expect to be. in front of theo.

"hey..." it comes out slurring, with a small drunk hic! at the end. your hand finds its way to his shoulder, hard and strong beneath your grip, tight, to stabilize yourself. he just watches you, and you can't tell a hint of what he's thinking. "i want you to miss me." rushes out of your mouth after a few seconds of silence.

and you don't get a warning before his eyes flash and he grabs your wrist, tugging you slightly closer, and closer, and closer, until...

god, this bed was soft. you would know, as you are practically being suffocated by how hard your head was pressed into the pillows. your tight walls squeeze around his length as his hips meet your ass. he grabs big handfuls just under where your dress was hiked up to your waist, squeezing the flesh as his grunts and moans fill your ear. "fuckin' missed this, you being a dumb whore for me." his breath crawls down your neck raising every hair on your body as you cry out in pleasure, your legs trying to spread wider, his legs straddling the backs of your thighs making it difficult.

"theo!" the scream of his name makes him thrust faster into you, a wet sound filling the room with every movement of his body. his hand snakes to your throat, yanking your head up and cutting off your airflow. you start to become lightheaded, the feeling making your pleasure skyrocket. "not running that mouth of yours anymore, huh? getting so quiet on me." he says almost disappointed. you can feel your orgasm approaching, the waves of heat and bliss washing over you.

a loud moan threatens to leave you before theo has his fingers shoved into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. when you don't gag he yanks them out of your mouth. the position is quickly switched as he pulls out and tosses you to your front. a loud slap! sound echoes through the walls of his bedroom as his hand finds your dripping heat, the shocking motion making your whole body jerk. slap! again, he hits you, then rubs his fingers fast over your throbbing clit.

whines leave your mouth as you quickly cum, liquid spraying all over theo's hands and chest. the grin on his face is nothing like you've ever seen. it would almost turn you on, if you weren't so exhausted.

"aren't you going to...?" he responds with a deep chuckle as you stare at his still-hard dick resting against his hand. he climbs on top of you, forcefully grabbing your chin. "wait- wait theo! stop! no I don't want-"

he forces his cock all the way down your throat, forcing you to gag around him. he's so deep that you could feel him if you put a hand to your throat. bright red marks appear on his thighs as your freshly manicured nails scratch down them, not really telling him to stop, but not telling him to keep going. you can only take it from him. he only wants you to take it from him.

and you will. because he realized how much he really wanted you. he didn't give a fuck about another girl. this was his high, using you and breaking you. and the cycle couldn't end now.

[dragoneyelashart]

passenger princess ★⋆˙

smut ୨ৎ warnings: g!p billie, g!p sabrina, semi-public sex, oral (sabrina and billie recieving), fingering, dp, very small plot.. a/n: so....!! not proofread at all... wc: 5.3k

the sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, waking you gently as billie’s hand brushed lightly over your shoulder. sabrina was already awake, watching you with a slow, satisfied smile curling on her lips.

“morning, princess,” billie murmured, voice low and velvety. 

you blinked up at them, still half tangled in the warmth of the bed and the quiet of the morning. the promise of their attention sent a shiver of excitement through you, billie and sabrina had that way of making every moment feel like it was just for you.

“we’re taking you shopping,” sabrina added, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare arm. “gonna spoil you rotten. you deserve it.”

your heart skipped. shopping with them wasn’t just errands; it was a ritual, a way they showed their care, control, and affection all at once. you trusted them completely. and you couldn’t wait.

billie’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your loose shirt, fingers brushing along your skin with a possessive tenderness. “dress up nice, baby. we want you looking perfect.”

you nodded, breath catching in your throat. sabrina stood and pulled open the closet, rifling through the racks until she found a soft, flowy dress, a pale blush that would complement your skin. “try this on,” she said with a grin. “think it’ll look amazing on you.”

you slipped into the dress, feeling the fabric slide over your curves, soft and light like a promise. sabrina stepped closer, adjusting the neckline, her fingers lingering at your collarbone.

“you’re ours, baby,” she whispered, voice thick with something electric. “our little princess.”

billie came around the bed, handing you a pair of sunglasses, the dark lenses almost too cool for the warmth buzzing in your veins. “ready to be spoiled?”

you smiled, shy but sure. “yeah,”

billie drove with calm confidence, sunglasses shading her eyes, but you could feel her watching you in the rearview mirror. sabrina’s hand found yours, fingers weaving together, anchoring you in the moment. the soft hum of the engine and the distant city sounds filled the space, but all you felt was the magnetic pull between the three of you.

your first stop was a boutique that looked like it was made for daydreams, walls lined with delicate silk, lace, and satin in every imaginable shade. sabrina’s eyes sparkled as she guided you inside, her hand never leaving yours.

“you’re going to try everything on,” she declared with a wicked smile. “and we’re going to make sure you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

you followed her through the racks, heart pounding as she picked out soft bralettes, sheer robes, panties edged with lace, and dresses that made your breath catch. each piece was more beautiful than the last, intimate and delicate, designed to make you feel cherished and exposed all at once.

billie’s voice cut through the haze, calm but commanding. “we want you dressed for us, princess. not for anyone else.”

you nodded, cheeks flushing as they handed you a small pile of silky lingerie to take into the fitting room. sabrina kissed your cheek softly, lingering a moment longer than necessary. “dressed in only the best for us, pretty.”

inside the fitting room, the fabric slipped over your skin like a caress, each piece igniting sparks of heat beneath your skin. sabrina watched you through the crack of the door, eyes dark and approving. billie leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed, the image of quiet control.

when you stepped out, sabrina’s smile deepened, and billie’s gaze sharpened. they took turns guiding your poses, commenting on how perfect you looked, how every delicate thread seemed to highlight the way you belonged to them.

after the lingerie, the next stop was a boutique full of everyday clothes, but even here, billie and sabrina made the experience feel special. they picked out skirts that swished just right, tops that hugged your body without choking it, and shoes that clicked with promise as you walked.

at one point, sabrina tugged you close, her voice dropping to a whisper as she brushed her lips along your neck. “gonna spoil you always, sweet girl”

billie’s hand slid to your waist, holding you steady. “always. no matter what.”

by the time the bags piled high in the backseat, your fingers were tangled in theirs, hearts thudding in unison. you felt utterly spoiled, more than the clothes, it was the feeling of being wanted, treasured, owned.

the ride back was slower, the city blurring past the windows, and the three of you sank into a comfortable silence thick with anticipation.

the bags sat heavy on the backseat floor, full of silks, lace, and all the things they’d chosen just for you. you glanced down at your new dress, the soft fabric flowing over your skin, feeling the weight of their attention lingering in every thread.

billie started the car, the engine purring quietly beneath you, while sabrina’s hand found yours again, fingers tangling together with effortless ease. the sunlight spilled through the windows, warm and golden, as the city slipped away behind you.

sabrina’s voice was low, a teasing whisper meant only for you. “d’you like what we picked out?”

you nodded, breath catching slightly as her fingers traced idle patterns on your thigh.

billie glanced over at you in the rearview mirror, her expression unreadable behind her dark sunglasses. “gonna look like our perfect girl. just for us.”

the air between you thickened, heavy with all the things left unspoken, desires, promises, and the delicious tension of waiting.

billie’s hand slid from the steering wheel to rest on your knee, firm and possessive. the hum of the road beneath you was a steady pulse, matching the quickening beat in your chest.

you swallowed hard, eyes flicking between the two of them, already feeling the weight of what was to come. the day had been full of sweetness, soft touches, and whispered promises—but now, it was time for the recklessness sabrina had teased in the car all along.

your hand found sabrina’s, guiding it slowly between your thighs, the small, delicious thrill of their eyes on you making your breath hitch.

“brina,” you say, turning your head just enough to glance at her. “you’re gonna get billie in trouble.”

sabrina laughs, soft and shameless. “it’s fine,” she murmurs, brushing her fingers along your arm. “don’t worry, baby.”

and you don’t, not really. the sun’s hitting your skin just right, the road’s wide open, and everything feels like it’s going exactly how it should. so you let your hand find hers, slow and easy, and you guide it down, tucking it between your thighs.

she doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like she already knew where this was going. billie shifts in the driver’s seat but says nothing, the only sound the low hum of the engine and the heavy air between all three of you.

you spread your legs, ever so slightly, not trying to make anything obvious. you take sabrinas hand into your own toying with the rings on it before bringing it your mouth.

“baby? what are you doing?” sabrina asks. billie glances over slightly to take notice of what you were doing. you suck on sabrina’s finger, bringing as far down your throat as possible. you push your panties aside from beneath your skirt and guide sabrina’s fingers.

“you’re so soaked princess, and from what hm? didn’t even do anything to you,” 

you whimper out, bucking your hips further. taking sabrinas fingers and placing them against your clit. sabrina stills her fingers, not moving them, yet placing light pressure on it. you whine out loud.

“quiet slut, billie’s trying to drive,” sabrina says leaving a light slap against your pussy.  you don’t listen, however, continuing to whine out, begging for their attention to be on you. 

sabrina gets fed up quickly, covering your mouth with her free hand before quickly pushing her fingers into your tight pussy. 

your eyes roll back quickly, your legs instinctively closing. “tsk, c’mon, first you want to be a slut, and when daddy finally gives you what you want you can’t take it? just being greedy babygirl?” billie says, her eyes still dead on the road, though her hand moves to your thigh, prying them open again. 

“hmm, listen to her billie, just wants someone to stuff her full no matter what,” sabrina says, kissing your neck, leaving marks. sabrina’s fingers begin to fuck into you at a brutal pace. you mouth gapes wide open, hands rushing down to sabrina’s as a plea for her to slow down. “oh? need me to stop, princess?” sabrina says, slowing her fingers. you’re quick to shake your head no, begging for her to continue fucking you. 

by now, you were drenched, thighs trembling as sabrina’s fingers moved with unrelenting purpose, coaxing out every gasp, every helpless sound you tried to bite back. her other hand stayed firm over your mouth, palm warm, fingers laced with quiet control. you felt everything: her pace, her breath against your neck, the weight of billie’s presence in the driver’s seat, silent but suffocatingly aware.

billie’s hand was still on your thigh, steady and firm, keeping your legs apart like a silent command, drawing small patterns. you couldn’t even look at her, not without falling apart completely.

sabrina’s lips brushed against your jaw. “good girl,” she murmured, soft and low, like praise soaked in sin. “taking me so well now. you’ve gone all quiet now, hm?”

you moaned beneath her hand, the sound muffled, needy. your hips rolled in sync with her thrusts, each one hitting deeper, harder. she adjusted her angle, watching you unravel like she was studying the reaction, addicted to it.

billie finally spoke again, voice low and dry. “you hear that, brina?” she asked, her thumb stroking slow circles into your inner thigh. “our little princess’s trying so hard not to scream. poor thing. bet she thought she was in control.”

sabrina chuckled, her fingers curling just right, making you reach back to tangle your hands in her hair. “she always thinks that. until we remind her, too busy being drunk on us.”

you were lost now, mind foggy, body twitching. you weren’t sure who was touching you where anymore, just that everything burned, every nerve sparking alive. your pussy clamped against her fingers, your legs trembling slightly.

“she’s close,” billie said, a hint of a smile in her voice now. “feel how she’s shaking?”

sabrina nodded, her lips brushing your ear. “c’mon cum baby, soak my fingers f’me”

and you did.

you came with a cry that barely made it past sabrina’s palm, body arched and trembling, sabrina holding you through every wave, billie’s knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. the world blurred for a moment, sunlight, sweat, breath, and all you could do was fall into it.

when you finally came back down, sabrina gently pulled her hand away, kissing your temple. billie glanced over, smirking slightly. 

bringing the hand that was next to your mouth, sabrina takes her fingers and collects some of your cum bringing it to billie’s mouth. “taste how sweet our baby is, billie” you watch as billie sucks on sabrina’s fingers. begging so desperately to taste too, your pussy ruts into sabrina’s palm that stilled inside you. 

sabrina takes notice, taking the fingers out of billie’s mouth, and placing them in yours, kissing your forehead lightly. you see billie’s print in her pants becoming more prominent. as you begin to reach over, sabrina begins to fuck her fingers back into you, just at the same relentless pace. 

“careful baby, daddy’s driving, don’t wanna distract her do we now,” you whine, but nod in agreement, letting sabrina fuck you. your head lolled back against the chest, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. sabrina didn’t let up, not for a second. her fingers moved with a punishing rhythm, deep and precise, coaxing out every last tremble from your overworked body. you were already raw, nerves frayed and fluttering like wires sparking beneath your skin.

“you’re still so tight,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. “still clenching around me like you haven’t already made a mess all over my hand. so greedy, sweet girl.”

your hips bucked instinctively, chasing the friction, even as every motion sent a ripple of sensation through you so sharp it made your eyes flutter shut. you tried to breathe through it, to calm down, but sabrina knew your body too well. knew how to keep you exactly on the edge where everything was too much and still not enough.

“brina — daddy,” you whimpered, voice cracking as you reached out for something, anything, to ground yourself. 

“shh,” she cooed, her tone low and soothing even as her pace stayed relentless. “you can take it, baby. come on be our good girl, princess.”

billie didn’t say anything more, but you could feel her watching. you could feel the tension coiled tight in her, held back only by the road ahead of her. “you better behave for daddy princess, you know what’s waiting for you at home otherwise,”  billie says, making you giggle. billie glances at you, eyebrow lifted a stern look on her face. “yeah? what’s so funny,”“no —nothing daddy, just that you’re— you’re so hard,” you try to squeak out, while sabrina’s fingers still continued to fuck you, curling in and hitting your sweet spot. 

“watch yourself babygirl,” billie warns.

“you’re such a mess,” sabrina murmurs, dragging her fingers out just to push them back in deeper. “and all for us. look at you, baby. you wanted this, didn’t you? wanted to be ruined in the front seat, all wide open and shaking while the world drives right past. d’you hear how soaked you are?”

you nodded helplessly, your thighs twitching, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how overwhelming it all was. every stroke felt too deep. every breath felt too thin. you were unraveling again, and sabrina wasn’t slowing down.

billie’s voice came, finally, low and even like a knife slipping through silk. “come on, wanna be our good girl so bad, don’t you babygirl?”

you sobbed a soft “yes,” the sound barely a breath, as sabrina’s palm pressed flat against you, her fingers curving just right, drawing out every last tremor left in your aching body.“then go on, show us how good it feels, cum for us baby,”

you came again, your juices spilling onto your thighs and seat below you, you knew billie would be upset.

“fucking slut,” billie muttered, her voice low and dangerous as she looked down at the mess you’d left across the seat. “so messy you ruined daddy’s car.”

you turned slowly, eyes wide, lips parted as a warm blush crept up your cheeks. “m’sorry, daddy…” you whispered, voice trembling. “didn’t mean to be so messy…”

billie didn’t respond at first, just stared at you over the rim of her sunglasses, jaw tight. the car had stopped now, parked somewhere quiet and out of the way, the air inside heavy with heat and unsaid things. you could feel the storm brewing in her silence.

sabrina slid a hand into your hair from beside you, gentle, almost soothing. “she didn’t mean to,” she echoed, but there was amusement in her voice, like she already knew what came next. “still needs to clean it up, though, don’t you baby?”

billie gave a single nod, then leaned back in her seat. “good girls take responsibility, don’t they?”

your heart pounded at the implication. you nodded softly. “yes, daddy…”

sabrina tugged you gently downward, guiding you between her thighs. her legs shifted just enough to welcome you in, her breath catching slightly when your face pressed close. that subtle tension, that quiet moment of stillness before everything changed—you felt it ripple through her body.

you glanced up, and she was watching you now with dark, hooded eyes. 

“you gonna be good and make up for your mess?” billie asked from behind, her tone clipped but calm—like this was expected of you, routine even.

you didn’t answer with words. you only nodded, slow and obedient, hunger simmering just beneath the surface. slipping your arms behind your back, you lowered yourself toward the seat, every movement deliberate—offering, not just acting.

your tongue met the remnants of your own pleasure, warm against the cooled leather. you licked slowly, reverently, letting yourself feel the humiliation and heat wash through you like it belonged there. like you belonged there.

sabrina’s hand slid into your hair, firm and grounding, holding it back with care that felt anything but innocent. “there’s our messy little thing,” she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “cleaning up so nicely.”

billie said nothing, just watched you, eyes hooded, the corner of her mouth twitching up.

you kept going, soft, slow strokes of your tongue, until every trace was gone, your mouth tingling, your pride stripped clean alongside the seat. and still, you stayed down, waiting for what came next.

as you licked carefully, savoring the taste of yourself and the moment, you felt sabrina shift beside you. the subtle but unmistakable change, the way her breath hitched, the quickening pulse at her throat. her hand tightened in your hair, steadying you but betraying a growing need.

you glanced up, catching the gleam in her eyes—dark, hungry, and impossible to ignore.

“such a good girl,” sabrina whispered, voice low and thick with something deeper. 

“daddy, need your cock, please” you say resting your head against sabrina’s thigh. billie’s hand now remained on your jaw, forcing you to look up at the both of them. 

“need our cocks princess? want us to stuff you full? hm?” billie taunts, and you just nod quickly, your mind too hazy to recollect anything being said to you. billie nods towards sabrina, gesturing for her to unbuckle her pants. 

your breath caught in your chest, as you see sabrina’s dick spring free, hitting just below her belly button. “bought you the whole fucking store and you still can’t have enough hm? how about make daddy cum, and maybe we’ll think about fucking you like the little whore you are, baby” billie whispers as if it’s a fallen secret into the car. 

you nodded eagerly, breath catching as sabrina guided you gently, but firmly, inviting you closer. billie grabbed your hair into her hands, giving you better access to sabrina’s cock. you kiss sabrina’s dick softly, jerking it a couple times with your hands before taking the whole thing into your mouth.

“good girl,” billie murmured, brushing a knuckle along your jaw. “look at you. right where you belong.”

your breath caught, everything inside you tightening with that ache only they knew how to pull from you. being on your knees didn’t feel like humiliation, it felt like clarity. you didn’t need to speak. you didn’t need to think.

you just needed to be theirs.

sabrina leaned forward now, resting one hand on the top of your head. “you’re gonna make it up to us properly, yeah?” she asked, voice lazy and low. 

you nodded softly, lips parting, hands resting obediently on your thighs as you waited, waited for permission, for guidance, for them.

billie looked down at you one more time, her hand tilting your chin just enough to make you hold her gaze.

“so polite when you’re on your knees,” she said, smiling slightly. “let’s see how long that lasts.”

you shifted closer to sabrina, your breath catching as the heat radiating from her skin pressed gently against your face. your nose hitting her pelvis, as her dick bottomed out in your mouth. her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you with a firm but patient grip that left no doubt whose control this was.

your lips brushed against her, soft and tentative at first, tasting the warm, salty skin that promised everything you’d been craving. sabrina’s breath hitched, low and ragged, her eyes fluttering shut as you pressed closer, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate paths against the veins that made her shiver beneath your touch.

every movement was slow and reverent, your mouth exploring carefully, seeking to please, to show just how much you wanted to be good for her. you felt the tension in her body coil tighter with every gentle stroke, the quiet sounds she made vibrating through you like electricity.

billie watched from the driver’s seat, eyes sharp and approving, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile as she watched the two of you. 

sabrina’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you a little closer as her breath caught again, breath hot against your cheek. “that’s it, baby,” she whispered. “just like that.”

you worked slowly at sabrina, lips and tongue moving with care—but the fire building inside you was impossible to contain. your body trembled with need, hips pressing forward against the hard edge of the car door.

a desperate whine escaped your throat as you ground your pelvis without thinking, seeking friction, craving more. your hands braced against sabrina’s thighs to steady yourself, but the ache was raw and demanding.

sabrina’s fingers tightened in your hair, but instead of pulling you back, she guided your movements with a sharp, low chuckle. “you’re such a greedy girl,” she murmured, voice thick with amusement and desire. “trying to get off while you’re supposed to be good and obedient.”

billie glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowing in mock reproach but tinged with approval. “is that how you wanna play, princess? trying to fuck yourself, when daddy just let you cum twice?”

you swallowed hard, cheeks flushing bright, but your need didn’t ease. the tension between wanting to obey and wanting to lose control tangled inside you, raw and electric.

sabrina leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “you can misbehave all you want… but you’ll take what we give you, on our terms. understand?”the second you hesitated—breath caught, lips parted but silent—billie moved.

you barely had time to react before her hands were on you, firm and unrelenting. she pulled you up from the car like you weighed nothing, your breath catching in your throat as your body was lifted, your legs scrambling instinctively before settling against her.

“didn’t think i asked for silence,” she muttered, voice low in your ear, like a warning and a promise all in one.

sabrina was right behind, the car door shutting with a quiet click. you caught a glimpse of her over billie’s shoulder, her expression unreadable, calm—except for the flicker of hunger in her eyes. she didn’t say anything, just followed closely as billie carried you into the house.

the door slammed shut behind her, the click of the lock echoing too loud in the stillness. you were already breathless by the time billie reached the stairs, your fingers curling weakly into the fabric of her shirt, clinging to her more out of instinct than anything else.

each step upstairs felt heavy with anticipation. you could feel the tension in her grip, the strength she wasn’t even trying to hide. sabrina’s footsteps echoed behind, slow and steady, like she was savoring your helplessness.

then the bedroom door opened, billie didn’t pause. she tossed you onto the bed in one fluid movement. your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, breath knocked out of your lungs as the world tilted around you. the room was warm and dim, lit with the late afternoon light slipping through the curtains, casting golden shadows across the sheets.

you blinked up, dazed, flushed, and trembling—not from fear, but from the heat simmering through every inch of your body. billie stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at you with that calm, dangerous focus that made your skin feel too tight.

sabrina shut the door behind her and leaned against it, arms folded, gaze slow and indulgent as she looked you over. “still want to be a brat, baby?” she asked, voice smooth and dark. “or are you ready to beg properly now?”

your breath hitched — because you weren’t sure.

not sure if you wanted to rebel or submit. not sure if you needed to be punished or praised. not sure which of the two sets of eyes on you burned hotter, billie’s calm, assessing stare or sabrina’s slow, indulgent gaze that drank in every inch of you.

the bed creaked beneath you as you shifted, heart racing, throat dry. billie moved first, stepping forward with quiet command in her stride, the kind that made your body react before your mind caught up. she didn’t have to say a word. you were already rising onto your knees, wordlessly falling into place.

sabrina pushed off the door with lazy grace, a slight smirk on her lips as she walked behind you. you felt her presence before you heard her — the warmth of her body, the scent of her skin, the electricity in the air around her. your breath caught again, and this time it was from the weight of both of them closing in.

billie stood in front of you now, hands at her hips, looking down at you with something like amusement — something sharper just underneath. “you going to behave now?” she asked.

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough. it never was.

“use your words.”

“yes, daddy,” you whispered, voice barely holding together. “m’ gonna be your good girl”

“mm,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “we’ll see.”

behind you, sabrina's hands slid up the backs of your thighs, warm and possessive. she didn’t rush. that wasn’t her style. her fingertips grazed along the hem of your skirt before gathering the fabric and slowly pulling it up, exposing more of you to the cool air, to her touch, to the inevitable.

your body trembled with anticipation.

you looked up at billie, the calmest one in the room, the eye of the storm, and she just raised a brow. testing you. letting you decide how far you were willing to go, how much of yourself you were willing to give.

your hands reached for her, gentle and reverent, as sabrina’s grip tightened around your hips. it was like being suspended between two forces, one sharp, one smoldering, both intent on unraveling you.

sabrina leaned in close, her voice brushing against your ear like velvet and warning. “it’s such a shame you misbehaved princess, daddy and i had such a reward planned for you”

you whimper, desperate to have her hands on you again. 

you rested your forehead against billie’s abdomen for a moment, catching your breath, grounding yourself in the steady rhythm of her breathing, in the quiet tension of the room. then, slowly, deliberately, you opened your mouth in obedience.

billie’s fingers tangled gently in your hair, not forcing, not guiding — just there. her control wasn’t in her grip; it was in the expectation. 

and you gave into it.

at the same time, sabrina’s hands moved with more purpose, sliding over your curves like she owned them. you gasped as her grip shifted, stronger now, anchoring you between them, steadying your trembling body.

it was dizzying — giving so much of yourself, offering up every inch, every sound, every trembling breath. you didn’t know where one sensation ended and the next began. billie’s quiet, commanding presence in front of you. sabrina’s relentless, teasing force behind you. and you — strung between them, unraveling piece by piece.

billie stroked your cheek with her thumb, not quite soft, not quite rough. “such a pretty mess already,” she murmured. “and we’ve barely started.”

sabrina chuckled low behind you, her fingers digging into your skin. “she is a mess. look at her, desperate for anything we give her.”

you moaned softly, not even trying to hide it now. your body moved instinctively, shifting closer to both of them, clinging to the contact, chasing the feeling. billie let you, but only just — always in control, always deciding how much she’d allow.

sabrina’s breath was hot against your spine as she pressed kisses there, slow, messy ones that made you shiver. she murmured against your skin, “think our little girl, deserves to have us fuck her billie?”

you whined before billie could even answer, your head dropping forward, forehead resting on her again, as if your body couldn’t contain all the heat, the want, the tension burning through you.

billie’s hand in your hair tightened, just a little. “mm, i dunno, but she’ll take whatever we give her, isn’t that right baby?”

you nodded into her, barely able to breathe.

the pressure built slowly, in your chest, in your limbs, in the air around you. they didn’t rush, that was the worst part. or maybe it wasn’t

every moment stretched out, deliberate and slow, designed to keep you on edge, never quite sure where the next touch would come from or how much control you’d be allowed to keep. you were trembling already, and they hadn’t even fully started.

billie ran her cock along your cheek, featherlight. her presence was steady, almost cool, in contrast to the fire building in your core.

she smiled faintly, tilting your chin up. “say ahh, princess.”

her tone was mocking, but affectionate. the kind of soft that carried teeth just beneath it. you knew she was testing you.

your first instinct was to shake your head. the flush rising in your face wasn’t from heat alone, it was embarrassment, the sense of being seen so completely. you wanted to hide, to retreat from the way they both watched you like you were something to be played with. you wanted to run from the humiliation they wanted you to play into. 

but you didn’t.

because you knew better.

you opened your mouth slowly, breath shaking, eyes locked on billie’s.

“ahh—” you managed, your voice barely there.

and just then, behind you, sabrina moved, pushing her dick into you.

the pressure of her hand on your lower back became firmer, guiding, grounding, and then something shifted, deep and startling, and your whole body arched forward with a soft, broken sound.

sabrina didn’t ease you in. she never did. she set a rhythm that demanded your body keep up. you braced yourself instinctively, knuckles turning white as you clutched at the sheets.

billie didn’t move. she just watched. calm. measured. in control. the contrast between her stillness and sabrina’s intensity behind you made your head spin.

“there you go,” billie murmured. “just like that.”

you whimpered, caught between them, your body a live wire. every nerve was alive. every movement pulled you deeper into the tension that threaded through the room like heat.

sabrina leaned in closer, her breath hitting your shoulder. “you look so sweet like this,” she said, her voice low and ragged. “trying so hard to be good, for daddy and i.”

billie’s thumb brushed your bottom lip again, slow and deliberate. “you want to keep being good for us, don’t you?”

you nodded, unable to find your voice. your body was already answering for you, with every tremble, every sound, every desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded as sabrina’s pace never faltered.

“you’re doing so well,” billie said, almost too soft. “c’mon take daddy’s dick too”

your mouth was open, tongue out, eyes wide—desperate and obedient. you didn’t have to see billie’s expression to know the effect it had. her breath hitched, almost imperceptibly, and her hand tightened ever so slightly in your hair, guiding your movements with steady control.

you swore you saw the flicker of her eyes rolling back, just for a second. that tiny slip of composure only made your pulse quicken. she tapped herself against your tongue, slow and deliberate, each motion a silent command. you counted—three times. just enough to tease. just enough to keep you waiting.

then she pushed forward, and everything else fell away.

her fingers gripped tighter, anchoring you in place as she guided your head — not with force, but with the kind of quiet command that made your spine tingle. like she didn’t need to ask, because she already knew you’d give her everything.

“just like that, baby,” billie murmured above you, voice low and steady. “look at you. so eager.”

you flushed deeper, but didn’t pull away — your body followed her rhythm instinctively, every motion drawing you further under.

behind you, sabrina was losing patience in the best way.

her pace had shifted — no longer slow or teasing. her hips met yours with sharp, heated intent, her hands gripping your waist, then moving up, gliding along your stomach and chest. she groaned quietly when her fingers found your nipples, rolling them between her fingertips until you whimpered.

“you hear yourself?” sabrina whispered, her voice rough in your ear. “all those pretty sounds for us.”

you tried to respond, but it came out as a choked breath — too much stimulation, too much pressure, and yet not nearly enough.

billie chuckled softly. “what’s the matter, princess? thought you wanted this.”

you nodded, desperate, still trying to hold her gaze even as sabrina’s movements threatened to undo you completely.

“thought so,” billie said. “we’re treating you like a princess yet you still keep acting like nothing but a disrespectful little whore,”

sabrina leaned in closer, her breath hot on your neck. “spending all our money on you, just to be a brat huh?”

your whole body trembled. your hands gripped the sheets, your knees barely holding steady beneath you. 

billie’s head is thrown back, as you hollow out your cheeks on her dick. “fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum,” billie said, her voice rough and low as she looked down at you.

your eyes met hers, wide and pleading, mascara smudged beneath them, strands of your hair tangled between her fingers. you held her gaze, breath catching in your throat, as if silently begging her to let go.

that was all it took.

billie’s hand tightened in your hair, steadying you, and with a shuddered breath, she released, her warmth filling your mouth.

you swallowed, steady despite the flood of sensation, your body still trembling from the relentless rhythm behind you.

sabrina’s pace slowed, but there was no easing off the tension between you. her hands stayed firm on your hips, grounding you as the heat inside you flared higher.

her breath hitched against your skin, low and ragged. “fucked you so many times, but you’re still so fucking tight baby,” she murmured, voice thick with everything she wasn’t saying.

you could feel her trembling, the subtle changes in her rhythm telling you she was close. your body responded instantly, tightening around her, desperate to hold on.

“our dirty little girl” sabrina whispered, lips brushing your neck. 

the world narrowed down to the three of you, sabrina’s warmth, billie’s fingers trailing your face,your breath mingling, and your heart pounding in unison. every movement, every touch, was a promise and a claim.

“m’ gonna fucking cum, mama, you gonna let me cum in you?” sabrina whimpered out, fucking you desperately. you nod quickly. 

“yes—yes, please daddy cum in me, please” and that was all it took for sabrina, before she released inside you, painting your walls white. sabrina’s hands smoothed over your skin, softening now as her breath slowed.

“fuck, you’re ours baby, our perfect little girl,” she whispered, voice full of desire and need.

and you believed her. you were theirs. completely.

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So I have a Joel & Lizzie meet cute idea for a modern AU I’m literally never going to write, so y’all can just have it:

Lizzie and her friends are out at a bar getting hassled by a group of guys that won’t leave them alone and won’t take no for an answer. Now Joel’s had a few drinks by this point, and drinking always makes him a little more reckless than he should be. And tonight, that recklessness looks like walking his 5’7 ass up to these douchbag 6 foot tall gym bros and telling them to fuck off and stop bothering these girls.

Unsurprisingly, Joel lets his mouth runs too much and one of the gym bros takes a swing. But surprisingly Joel is holding his own pretty well against them. Until a high pitched voice calls out from the groups of girls going “Stop hitting him, he’s just fun sized!” which is distracting enough that the gym bro finally lands a punch right across Joel’s jaw, sending him careening back into another table.

The bartender breaks up the fight, dragging both Joel and his opponent out the door. But then that same voice comes calling after them shouting “Don’t throw him out!” And it’s this tiny pink haired woman, who reminds Joel of both Sabrina Carpenter and a literal pixie. She grabs Joel’s arm and tells the bartender a story where Joel is both somehow a valiant protector and obviously not the aggressor because how can a little guy like this fight such a big strong man?? Joel would be offended if the woman wasn’t very pretty and also maybe saving his ass? But before he can figure out how to feel, he finds himself back inside, sat on a bar stool in the corner, with the very pretty pixie woman holding a towel full of ice against his jaw and introducing herself as Lizzie.

Bonus: after they get together, every time someone calls Joel short, Lizzie responds with “He’s not short, he’s taller than me!” And their friends eventually tire of saying that at 5 feet tall, everyone is taller than Lizzie.

[karaeilish]

❝ daddy's lap . . . s. carpenter ❞ . ◞

⤷ pairing . . . gf!sabrina carpenter x stripper!reader

⤷ genre . . . smut !

⤷ warnings . . . dom!sabrina . brat!reader . degradation . spitting . spanking . manhandling .

you were embarrassed. your cheeks were burning, your fingers were tightly clenched around the pole, your eyes darting around the interior of the expensive limousine, avoiding sabrina's silhouette, comfortably settled on the plush pillows. her legs were spread lustfully, her shirt crumpled, and her jacket barely clinging to her body. her eyes were wild.

"come on, princess," she raises her right hand, the expensive cigar disappearing between her lips, making you swallow hard until she speaks again, leaning forward to playfully spank your ass a few times.

"dance for me" the voice is sweet, drenched in false kindness, sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine. she had you trapped, with no escape.

your bottom lip disappears under your teeth, as your hands reach for your see-through robe, slowly pulling it off your body to reveal a tiny set of lingere that barely covers your tits. sabrina's gaze wanders over your body hungrily and shamelessly, her hands clenching into fists in her lap.

you lean over to turn the music on the speaker up a little, the perfect view of your ass making sabrina shift in her seat, doing her best not to fuck your brains out before your little show starts.

passion oozes through the speakers, making the blood boil under your skin. your fingers wrap around the iron pole easily, helping you keep your balance.

hips moving in rhythm, back arched perfectly, your legs spreading wide as you sit up, tossing your hair to one side. your knees ache as they hit the cold floor, but you ignore it, pushing yourself up onto all fours. you slowly crawl forward, your hips rocking with every movement until you're at sabrina's feet, your cheek pressed against the inside of her thigh, teasing her.

"is this what you wanted?" lips curl into a smirk, hands coming up to wrap around her waist, squeezing her sides. "to make me your slut?"

her eyes are burning with fire, but she continues to sit still, watching, waiting for you to get her worked up enough to be rough with you.

your lips move closer to her fly, leaving kisses on her bulge through the fabric of her pants, and a little biting won't hurt.

sabrina sighs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as if she could feel every touch driving her crazy.

"wanna take control, daddy?" you taunt, hands now working on her pants, pulling them down to her ankles along with her black boxers. the dark red strap moves rhythmically between her legs, and only now do you notice that this one is more than nine inches.

ten. . . ten . fucking . inches .

you continue to hold your face, as you move up her body until your knees are on either side of her legs, towering over her for the first time.

your hand moves forward to grab a rough handful of her hair, pushing her face right into your tits, and her tongue immediately darts out to taste the sweet skin.

"fuck..." she moans, her voice muffled by your breasts, her hands greedily wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer to her body. heat spreads through your veins, causing the most adorable whines to come from her lips, which only encourages you to continue to mock her.

sabrina sighs heavily, lips parting to reveal teeth, but as soon as she tries to bite you, you tug at her hair again, pulling her head back, fingers gripping her chin tightly.

"you know, those ten inches don't make you the boss. you still act like a pathetic—" that was a fatal mistake.

a moment passes before sabrina breaks, her hips thrusting up, causing you to cry out, grabbing onto her body to keep from falling.

"you should've thought better before deciding to act like a fucking little bitch." her words sting, not in your heart, but by sending warmth right between your legs. you're on all fours, hands gripping the back of the leather seat, legs spread wide, ass in the air, pressed up against sabrina's crotch. the thick belt presses too temptingly against your pussy.

sabrina doesn't wait, doesn't stand on ceremony, just pushes your panties aside, grabs your hips, enjoying the sight of your dripping pussy. she looks as if she owns it, owns your body. your pathetic attempt of resistance ends with your arms twisted behind your back. one of her hands holds onto both of yours, too tight for a 'fragile' little girl.

"you think just because i give you a little control that it makes you in charge, huh?" she growls in your ear making your toes curl in anticipation, but not a single word leaves your mouth. you stick silent. sabrina isn't particularly surprised; she chuckles. she spits on her palm as if it’s normal then swings, delivering a harsh slap on your ass that leaves her handprint instantly marked on your skin.

"sabrina!" you squeal, your forehead dropping onto the soft leather upholstery, your chest rising and falling with each breath heavily.

sabrina was not happy with that. the next moment, her right hand is tangled in your hair, pulling hard and forcing your head backwards.

"wrong. try again."

you swallow. hard. knowing now is the worst time to try to resist. "daddy"

"good girl" she says, her voice sweetly false, pushing you to believe she might take pity. until her cock slams into you, fast, sharp, rough, letting you feel her deeper than ever before.

the dark red tip kisses your cervix, your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars light up behind your eyelids. sabrina sighs in relief, tugging your hair harder to close the proximity between the two of you.

"when you act like a whore, you get treated like one," she whispers before moving her hand to your throat, allowing herself to press your entire body against her chest.

her hips start to move, the strap hitting at the perfect angle, letting you feel every inch, every vein rubbing against your walls. it's big. so big that you can feel how hard sabrina is tearing you apart from the inside.

"can you feel how deep i am, baby?" her nose gently rubs against your cheek, contrasting the brutality of her thrusts, which drives you crazy. your mouth, however, simply does not obey.

"s—shut up..." your eyes fill with tears, your throat dries up from constant sighs and moans. sabrina holds your hands from behind so tightly that you feel your muscles start to go numb.

"wrong answer," sabrina says with mock boredom, letting go of your body and letting you fall onto the wide seats, barely holding yourself up on your hands and knees. sabrina shifts behind you, grabbing your arms so hard that it feels like there will be bruises under her fingertips.

the two of you shift so that your back is pressed against the soft pillows, ankles wrapped around her neck, body arched as sabrina's palms press against the back of your neck, giving you a perfect view of her thick cock ramming into your pussy again. moans drown out the languid music in the background. more tears roll down your hot face, but she doesn't stop, not for a second.

"now watch, bitch" she grabs your hand in hers, guiding it to your lower abdomen, where she stopped, completely buried inside you.

“press" she orders, the command leaving no room for hesitation. you obey, applying light pressure that makes the bump stand out even more. you whine.

deep.

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[thecoochiefairy]

binky. toji.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 4.5K words. blackfempregnant!character, drabble, toji fushiguro, husband!toji, grumpy!toji, sweet!toji, dominant!toji, nasty sex, public sex, sweet sex, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, creaming, oral [f], praising, LOTS of dirty talk, condomless sex, fingering, kissing, spanking, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ i just missed my man. this is very juno by sabrina carpenter coded. nothing serious, just wanted to put something out before i get caught in the chaos of moving. i love y’all. bye.

YOUR PALMS DID A FINAL SWAP OF COCOA BUTTER AGAINST YOUR STRETCH MARKS AS YOU COULD HEAR HIS DRIVERS SIDE DOOR SLAM SHUT, a breath exhaling out of your lips as you planned to open your door before he could do so.

Your french tips rest upon your swollen belly as your eyes flick up to the sun peeking beneath the clouds, cool air distracting the dewy warmth of spring. You loved and hated this time of the year. 

You already knew he was about to chastise you for not waiting until he got to your side. But you were impatient. He could be—slow.  

“I got it, Fushiguro.” 

Your golden sandals step onto the concrete, lowering yourself from the Ford F-150 that murmured to silence as he cut the engine off. You could see his scowl the moment your face met his.

“Cut out that stubborn shit, Amai. You’ gotta be careful.” 

His voice is a grunt. Amai. He didn’t often use that nickname, only when he needed to scold you.

You roll your eyes, “How are you gonna’ hold me and carry all the stuff? I’m not bedridden, Fushiguro.”

“That’s how you feel? You gonna’ keep calling me by my last name?”

“You gonna’ call me Amai like I’m a child?” You raise an eyebrow, going to reach in his pocket for the cigarettes you know are in there, wanting to put them back in the truck. 

“We just got out of the car, woman,” he narrows his eyes, “Why are you already being difficult?” 

Your eyes flick over him. Midnight black hair, even darker eyebrows, scar twitching against his lip as he continues to scowl. His frame is being hugged by a long sleeve white tee, leather jacket along his upper half, boots thumping the ground as he was heavy footed. 

You pout a bit, “Can you not be grumpy? I just wanted to make it easier for you. We have a bit of a walk,” you reach up for his hair, “You love me?”

“That’s not a question that needs to be asked. You know the answer.” 

To your comment on his grumpiness, his eyes narrowed even more. His eyebrows creased. It was almost cute. 

He never had something that was his, and you were that. His soul was connected to yours, something that a woman made with a man like him was unheard of.

“You’re still frowning,” your slender eyes became a bit round, doe-like as they stared up at him, “Wanna feel my belly? You always like that.” 

You place his large palm against your stomach, “Baby girl doesn’t like your energy.”

That made the scowl on his face change. You could see a flicker of softness in his dark eyes.

He sighs, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You smile a bit, “It’s okay, she forgives you. And so do I. Now, c’mon,” you yank on the shoulder of his jacket, “You’re gonna be hot in this. It’s already warm outside.”

“What happened to you forgiving me, huh?” he brings his face closer, brushing his nose against your cheek, “Where's your mouth at?”

“You don’t get a kiss until you take your jacket off.” 

With one more glance over you, he began tugging off his jacket with no more complaints.

You watch as he tosses the item of clothing back into the truck, glancing over the way his biceps flex with each movement. It starts a ripple along his shoulders, igniting the muscles all the way through his back. You dig your teeth into the plump of your lips at the sight.

He can always feel your eyes.

 “You checkin’ me out now?” 

He steps towards you, his large palms cupping your face. Leaning down, he presses his lips against yours, giving you a couple of pecks in addition to his apology.

You pucker your lips out, head shaking as you disagree, “No. Don’t need your ego any bigger than it is,” you stand on your toes, “You still didn’t say you loved me.”

“I tell you that shit all the time. You want me to say it again?” 

His thumb trails over your cheek, “You think I’m lying?” 

The way his other hand cups around your jaw, his long fingers now pressing against the back of your neck makes it hard for you to focus. When he’s close to you like this, you get a bit dazed.

You sigh a bit, twisting your sandal into the ground. It’s not that you weren’t intimate within your pregnancy, but with you being so close to your due date, sex was the last thing on your mind. But the masculine energy your husband wafted was almost intoxicating at times. You wanted to breathe him in. 

You say softly, “C’mon, Toji. I wanna find a nice spot to sit in.”

Your husband tuts in annoyance. However, when you call him by his name, it ignites a spark within his dark gaze. His hand slowly unwraps itself from cupping your face with a gentle motion. 

“Are you alright to walk?”

Pressing a hand against his chest, your fingers trail over his pecs. Hard. His scent mixed with the aroma of his clothes made you drowsy at times— The way his warm fingers traveled to the small of your back, it always felt like home. 

“You gonna’ carry me if I’m not?”

“Shit, you know I will.”

You giggle a bit as he pulls away from you, going over to the trunk to tug down the door of it, throwing the bag of essentials over his shoulder to bring on the hill. You reach for your journal as you begin to lead the way into the forest—You never noticed the natural waddle your body had, swaying a bit with each step as you searched for the perfect spot. 

“It’s so pretty here, baby,” you smile from behind, “We should’ve had our baby shower here!”

“You really wanna get into that argument again?”

Toji’s eyes glanced over the way your mini dress swayed, the soft pink pretty against your skin, off the shoulder material hugging the swell of your heavy breasts. The way your ass bounced with it—He wasn’t usually a fan of shorter dresses on you, but he had to admit you looked good. Your body was full and feminine. He craved you.

You slow down in your steps, turning towards him with a scrunched nose. You raise your hand for his own as you reply, “Why you’ always think I’m trying to argue? You’re making my feet hurt.”

“I told you not to wear those damn sandals. You know they make your feet ache.” 

His hand grasps onto yours like second nature, your fingertips intertwining—Intentional.

“But they go nicely with my dress,” you frown, “Don’t I look pretty?”

You’re still waddling, despite putting your weight along his—You hate how tired you feel yourself becoming, huffing a bit with each step.

“You are pretty. You’re always pretty,” He mutters, leaning into you. 

His grey eyes glance over the way your face had a flush to it. You were panting a bit, chest heaving with each breath. His hand reaches up, his palm brushing your dark curls behind your ear.

“You good, baby? Wanna go back down the trail?”

You shake your head from side to side, huffing, “Mm—Mm—we’re almost there, I wanna sit at the top of the hill.” 

“Kirei josei.”

You're familiar with the name, as he’d taught you a couple of phrases—Pretty girl. 

“I don’t need you going into labor before you make it up the hill—you’re tired. Just say you want me to carry you.”

Another thing with your pregnancy—how all over the place your emotions could be. You had the talent to cry on cue.

Like now.

Toji’s constant questioning has your throat a little heavy, your watering eyes glancing to the side of you as you sharply remind, “I’m not helpless,” using your other hand to hold your belly, your legs aching as you begin following the incline towards the top. 

When you begin to sniffle, he knows. He can't be as much of an ass as he normally is—that's the effect you have on him—He has to be patient, his hand tightening around yours.

"Baby, I'm just trying to be considerate. I know you’ve got it, alright? Just a couple more steps.”

You nod your head, blinking away your tears as you follow him upward. When you finally make it to the top, you’re breathless, watching as he quickly places the blanket atop of the grass. 

You’re holding onto your belly as you exhale, “She has to be over five pounds already.”

His deep tone releases a chuckle, hand gripping the curve of your back as he gently guides you towards the blanket, your body lowering itself with your hands clutching his bicep.

Toji’s already tugging your journal out of your hand, setting it on the blanket, free palm giving a smack to your ass, “Probably more. You’ve been a fuckin’ soldier carrying her, baby.” 

Your hips shudder a bit at his palm, finally able to catch your breath as you stare over the horizon. It’s more beautiful than the last time you’d come—vibrant green grass, a field of miniature pink flowers spread across the top, running all the way back down to the bottom. The air feels cooler, your breathing going back to normal as you softly smile at the scenery. 

“You remember when you proposed to me? Here?”

"You didn't even let me,” A gruff chuckle releases from his lips, "Your little ass said yes as soon as I mentioned I had something important to give you. You knew exactly what was in that box."

You giggle, pulling him down next to you as you say, “Maybe I was a little overzealous—But I was so happy.”

You reach towards your picnic basket, opening the top as you pull out the wrapped up food, “I made those pepper jack sandwiches you like. With the sourdough bread?”

"With romaine lettuce?”

“Mhmm.”

His palm rests on your jaw, turning your face up towards him, lips pecking against yours,"You didn't have to do all this, Kirei josei. You're already givin’ me my baby girl."

“There’s two of me now. More love to give, hm?” You kiss him back, “I know you’re hungry,” you hand him the sandwich, digging back towards the basket as you want your favorite fruit—strawberries. As usual, your husband scarfed it down in seconds, munching like a predator that hadn't eaten in days. He would never change.

You always enjoyed each other's company, talkative or not. You laid along the soft fuzz of the blanket as you wrote within your journal, rolling your eyes as your husband stood a couple feet away to take a business call, unable to stop his habit of smoking. But you couldn’t lie—watching his eyes narrow, full lips holding the bud within his mouth, deep voice harshly pushing out his native language—it was attractive. Something in your body throbbed, not in a way you were supposed to in public. 

Another reminder of your stubbornness—you knew that spring time was the worst, the pollen within the area attacking your body like a swarm. You held your journal within your hand as you kept writing, every so often pressing the booklet to your face as you sneezed.

Toji makes his way back towards you, one of his hands resting along your thigh. He’s close, his breath tickling along your neck as he questions, "You cold, baby?"

His voice is in your ear. You’re not cold, but a chill comes through your spine at that. You then give him a sneeze in response, the sound soft as you lightly shriek through it. 

You shake your head, nose becoming red as you huff, “Just allergies.”

"That's why you're supposed to take your pills," he mutters, his eyes glancing over the way your nose is scrunched. He thinks you're cute. 

“Want me to go grab them from the truck?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure, leaning your head on his shoulder as you press your journal up towards his face, “Look, I wrote some more names. Wanna hear 'em’?”

"Show me.” 

You could feel his chest vibrating, lips pressing a kiss on top of your head. Even sitting, he's large against your frame, and it doesn't seem to help your libido. 

“Okay, I found—Umeko, which means apricot, or plum. And you call me Amai, which means sweet, so she could be my lil’ Umeko!—yeah?” You lean your head up, pointing at the doodles around the name you’d drawn.

“She’s gonna be sweet like her momma,” he gruffly chuckles, his thumb traveling over the curve of your thigh, “You don’t want any western names?”

You squint, “And have my black ass family give basic names? Yeah, no,” you ignore his grin, feeling his nose brush along your throat as he adjusts himself into your shoulder, “Every time I tell them my name ideas, they say that they’re weird. I’m okay with more cultural names.”

"I like that one. Umeko,” He repeats, "You wanna use it?"

The way his breath is warm against your neck makes your throat go dry. The way his fingers trail over your thigh—It was difficult to even focus on the topic at hand. Your eyes flutter each time his palm cups your hip.

You adjust yourself a bit, keeping your eyes against the journal as you reply, “I’ll put it at the top.”

As said before, he notices everything about you. His voice drops lower, his palm gripping your hip a little tighter as he feels the energy you emit. 

“You alright, momma? You’ getting sleepy?”

You’re drowsy again. You watch his palm slide down your leg, reaching for your bare foot, squeezing the tense muscle beneath his fingers. It feels good. 

You shift yourself even more as you quietly admit, “No—my feet still are hurting a bit, though.”

“Should’ve told me earlier.” 

From the way he’s leaning down, his lips are pressing against your shoulder. One hand massages your foot, the other kneading the soft flesh of your thighs. That thick thumb, it continuously brushes over the inner sides. You sigh as he massages both feet, kneading to release the tension within your muscles. He moves to where you lean your back against his chest, lifting the point of your foot towards the sky. It makes you giggle a bit, rubbing at the swell of your belly.

“You good?” 

His tone is huskier now. Toji’s hot breath makes you flutter your lashes, head slightly falling to the side to expose the skin of your throat—And he latches onto it, sucking the flesh between his lips.

Your curls are soft against his shoulder as you lean your head back, eyes fluttering shut the moment his mouth attaches to your skin. You snake your hand upwards, reaching for his hair as you find a lock of it to tug on.

 You breathily sigh, “Y—Yeah…”

The way he’s kissing your throat, his tongue glides before he sucks the flesh back between his teeth, it’s sultry, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, gently taking your leg to raise over his own.

He does it with the other in a matter of seconds, your legs spread open against the blanket, only hidden by the material of your dress. You tug a little more on his hair, your hand nervously clutching your belly, eyes rolling a bit as he continuously sucks on your throat. 

“T—Toji,” your voice is soft, “We’re outside, baby…”

“I know.”

His voice is deep, the heat of his breath makes you shudder. His hand travels up your thigh, slowly inching past your dress. 

“Just give me ten minutes, baby. Let me have you.”

Your hand slides lower from his hair, holding the nape of his neck the moment your legs are being pulled wider. Your chest expands as you feel his fingers swiping in between your inner thighs, his middle and ring finger rubbing against the fabric of your panties, grinding at your clit. Your eyes blink shut against his throat, hiding your face within his shoulder as you whimper. 

“Shit—you’re wet, baby. That fast?”

Toji’s voice makes you hide your face more into the skin of his throat, a small gasp emitting from your lips as he dips his hand beneath your thong. Your pussy keens beneath his touch. Your hips tense as you raise them a bit, eyes closing as you whimper again, “Just rub it a little…” 

He hears you, placing the pad of his fingers against your clit, massaging in the softest way. He can feel how warm you are, how much you want this.

The pressure makes your eyes screw shut—you moan into his neck. You're quiet, but he can still hear you, feeling the way your breath hitches against his flesh.

He's not in a rush despite the need he has for you. He takes his time, watching your body react to his touch. The way your hips move, the way your chest slowly rises and falls, the way your nails dig into his skin. You’re sensitive.

His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as he turns your face towards him. He glares at you. He wants to see your eyes, needing to see the pleasure written all over your face. Leaning in, Toji pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

You’re panting against his mouth, lightly pulling back as you press your forehead against his. Your lips tremble into a pout, unable to stop the gasp your mouth pulls, your thighs spreading even wider—your mind is spinning. 

“Put them in me, baby.”

“That’s how you ask me?”

“Put them i—in me,” you attempt at a softer tone, “Please.”

He’s already nudging his fingers in, curling them all while pushing them in between your folds, spreading your opening around his knuckles. Your mouth parts open against his, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling as you hide your whine in between his lips. Toji groans.

It’s as if you forget where you’re at—the moment he takes you to a place of wanting him, you can’t repeat the things you do without blushing. You reach for his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to push him in deeper. You're breathless, your entire body trembling as you begin tugging his wrist up and down, your arousal sloshing each time his fingers go deeper. 

You pout against his mouth, “Ughn,” brushing your nose against his cheek.

“Baby, you gotta keep quiet,” he reminds at first, his breath hot against your ear— But he can’t help himself, look at you.

 He then grunts to you, “You sound so fuckin’ good. Say it again.” 

“Ughn,” you breathe out in a filthy repetition, your voice a whisper, your head tilting backwards, eyes half-lidded as you stare up at the sky. Your cheeks are a light shade of pink, your mouth parted open.

“Look at that shit just going in.”

He refers to his fingers, curling into you each time they scathe at the flush of your walls, squeezing the intrusion of his palm. 

You’re grinding yourself against his lap, “Take it out, baby. I’ll be quiet.” 

He doesn’t stop, and it feels as if he doesn’t believe your words. You were loud, always had been. 

But you were also stubborn. 

You pull your legs from over his, managing to turn yourself around to straddle him this time around, pulling him by the back of his neck into a kiss. Your tongue swirls within his mouth as you push him back, Toji flat against the blanket as you pull your mouth from his, “Wanna ride your face.”

You’re already climbing forward, gently pressing your knees to the sides of his head, keeping your hips elevated to not suffocate him. His eyes are focused on the way your folds glisten under the sunlight. You giggle at the way he kisses the bottom of your stomach, the bump of your belly making him grunt.

You tug at your bottom lip again, shivering as you feel Toji’s breath against your folds. You let out a soft whine when you feel his tongue, rotating in circles, swirling it against your clit, dragging it all around your folds. 

You shudder, “A—Ah, b—baby…” twisting your fingers in his hair, using your other hand to place his palms against your hips. 

His hands latch onto your hips, helping guide you in the pace you want. He keeps his tongue moving, flicking against your clit, dragging it across your entrance, swirling it around your labia. He groans, loving the taste of you, your scent filling his nostrils like a perfume. 

He can’t stop himself—he’s sucking at your clit, feeling as you move your hips to his rhythm—He’s making your arousal worse. 

“‘Need you, Daddy.”

There it is. That fucking name. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, “Put that shit in. C’mon.” 

You slide yourself down until you’re straddling his lap, reaching beneath yourself to pull his tip from beneath his jeans. His voice is husky as he questions, “You comfortable, baby? I’m hittin’ your stomach?”

You shake your head, pecking his lips, “I’m okay, baby. Can’t wait anymore,” your voice is high, too drunk of a lustful intoxication. 

Nudging your nose against his, you’re slapping his tip against your pussy—he makes a face at you, which makes you lightly giggle in return. Placing your hands along his chest, your curls hang above his face as you sway your hips, sinking yourself down, splitting your folds open, engulfing your walls around the length of him. You can only hear the nature around the two of you. It’s silent—both of your mouths parting open as you look at each other. You try not to react to the pleasurable pinch you feel, but you can’t help it—your curls fly up a bit as you press your nose into his, breathlessly panting another giggle, quickly turning to a deep whimper. 

You’re trembling, your voice tiny as you quiver, “O—oh shit…” 

He feels the heat between your legs, it’s warmer than anything. It feels good against his skin, his shoulders flexing as he tries not to move. He can feel your breath panting into his mouth, the way your body shakes from the feeling of you sinking down onto him. 

His palm is wrapped along the nape of your curls. You keep his mouth close as you raise your hips a bit, lowering them back down. Your voice is so soft as you quiver, “Oh my god…”

You begin to find a bit of a pace, still going slow, but moving as your fingers dig into his shoulder, whining. 

His voice is husky, “Keep goin’,” he urges.

You feel his forearm adding pressure to your lower back, helping you drop yourself down a little faster. The strength he has adds on by the second, and you’re lightly bouncing—it makes you frown, a pout coming to your lips as you whimper again, “U—ughn…” 

He watches your face twist, eyes closing as you move against him, those pretty lips pouting out as a whimper goes from the back of your throat. He watches you bite the bottom of your lip, the way your breath is heavy.

“That little pout,” he chuckles, “It feels that good?”

He has you right where he needs you—your brown cheeks flush as you lean onto his shoulder, pressing your toes into the ground for more leverage—your eyes roll back heavily and you bounce on top of him, material of your dress swaying with each clap of your ass.

“You love me?” He questions, watching your body, up and down, low eyes taking notice of the arousal that coats his tip—you’re creaming. 

You nod in response, teeth dug into your lip to mask the petulant babbles you want to release. But that’s when Toji grunts, “Say you fuckin’ love me,” the word being met with his palm spanking you, gripping the flesh of your ass, plopping you down onto his dick even harder than before.

You whine, “I love you,” pressing your face within his jaw, “Can’t wait to have your baby…”

A low groan escapes him, “You’re gonna be a pretty ass momma, baby,” his hands gripping onto your ass as he thrusts upwards, meeting your movements. You can feel the way his muscles flex, the way his breathing becomes heavier, the way his heart races. Those grey eyes bore into your brown ones. 

“Fuckin’ nasty—You love it when I spank you, huh?” His voice is rough, eyes burning into your sockets. He smacks your ass again, watching the way your cheeks jiggle.

“Fuck.”

You’re moaning, throwing your head back, breasts bouncing as you continue to ride him. You're soaking him at this point, your arousal dripping down his shaft, trailing his balls.

“…T—Toji!” you nearly startle yourself at your own voice, cupping your hands against his face, tears returning within your feline eyes as you warn, “Gonna c—cum…” you’re covering your mouth, skin flushed, a sob faltering in between your fingers.

“Don’t cover that shit.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning your weight onto him, gaze locked within your eyes— he’s thrusting upwards, hitting directly at your g-spot. You’re cumming.

“It’s okay, momma,” he promises, “Relax. Just cum.” 

And you do—You throw your head back, gentle voice rippling a sob into the trees, his name, anything, tears streaming down your face—Your walls are milking him, and he loves every second of it.

His large palm drags along the top of your mouth, still angling his hips into you while muffling your squeals, leaning up to press your forehead against his. It was rare for him to moan, but when he did, you whimpered in return, feeling the warmth of his cum filling your walls. 

You repeat in a softer tone, “I love you, Fushiguro.”

“I love you.” 

His voice was a groan. 

His jaw falls slack, teeth digging into the bottom flesh of his plush lips. That scarred mouth releases another grunt of pleasure, keeping you close as you catch your breath. 

His hand then wraps around your own, his fingers trailing along your wedding band, placing both of your palms against your belly.

“You okay?”

You nod your head, face flushed as you softly giggle, “Perfect.”

His hand leaves yours, tracing a pattern along the top of your skin. The feeling of him running his long fingers along your tummy made your skin buzz. As if on cue, the baby decides to kick.

You gasp, “Baby, she’s kicking! Oh no. You interrupted her nap!”

He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against the bump before speaking into your belly.

"Umeko, Daddy’s sorry.” 

There’s a couple of kicks in response—She didn’t forgive him.

“Awe, you said the name I picked out.” 

Why were your eyes watering? You weren’t sure. You giggle as you’re teary eyed, pulling him up as you press multiple kisses to his face, ignoring his grunt in response. 

You give him a sigh, “I’m hungry. And I have to pee!” 

“You’re making me wanna smoke again,” Toji pinched the bridge of his nose, “Do you wanna pee, or eat first?”

“I’ll go pee, I guess.”

“C’mere. Let me help you up.”

“Wanna roll me down the hill?”

“No, woman.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re no fun. Let's go!” 

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BINI, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift dominated my Spotify Wrapped this year lol

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Juno

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader Word count: 2.2k (lol this was supposed to be a drabble) Rating: Explicit - 18+, MDNI

Summary: Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

Warnings/tags: honeymoon sex (it’s very feral), unprotected PIV sex (they’re trying to get pregnant but be smart IRL!), oral sex (m and f receiving), big fat breeding kink, pussy pronouns, creampie, cumplay, mentions of foreplay over the clothes, sort-of/accidental voyeurism, very loud sex, rough sex, mentions of marriage/family planning/birth control use, dom!Joel, feral!Joel, references to pregnancy, no outbreak!AU, cursing (but honestly swear words should be the least of your worries for this story lol), Reader is female, has hair that is long enough to put into a ponytail, and able bodied but otherwise not described (it’s you, boo!), no use of y/n

a/n: This is what happens when a horny invasive thought is allowed to take root in my brain. My darling menace @for-a-longlongtime sent me this Reel and it made me… think about things. Combined with the inspiration of the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, this is FILTH. Just… filth. But since @mountainsandmayhem and @alltheirdamn literally begged me to write this, here you are, written in a near-fugue state. Not beta’d, we’re doing this thing unprotected, just like Joel lmao. Banners by @saradika-graphics.

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a/n pt 2: psssssst. Do you like Joel Miller? Do you want *more* Joel Miller? How about a series where not only Joel is your husband, but Frankie is your boyfriend? If so, tap here for SoCal to NorCal, my ongoing series!

I should have closed that damn sliding door.

You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you stepped foot into the immaculate, stylish Greek vacation suite you’d booked for your honeymoon with your new husband, Joel Miller. You’d spent the long flight teasing each other incessantly - the lightest of caresses, lingering kisses, surreptitious groping and heavy petting under the luxe blankets afforded to you by your first class seats. Joel couldn’t keep his hands off you most days, but now, fresh from your beautiful wedding as his darling wife? He was absolutely insatiable.

Joel had barely shut the front door on the endlessly kind bellhop before he was on you, ravenous with desire. His large hands began peeling off the soft layers of clothing you’d worn on the airplane, kissing you fervently and moaning into your mouth. You wove your fingers through your hair, tugging lightly when he kissed down your neck. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you whined, and you felt him growl lowly before nipping at your pulse point.

“Been waiting hours to take you apart, baby,” he murmured. Sucking a hickey onto the column of your throat, he laved the spot with his tongue to soothe the light pain. “Teasing me when you knew I couldn’t do shit about it.”

You pulled back on his hair with a yank, making him hiss. “You asked for it. You were the one rubbing my clit through my sweatpants. My panties are ruined because of it.”

“Not my fault your pussy is so juicy,” Joel chuckled. “Especially now that she knows she’s gonna getting dicked down as many times as she can take it in a day.”

A couple months before your wedding, you and Joel discussed your desire to start trying for children. You’d thrown away your birth control after that conversation, but resolved to use other forms of protection until after the wedding.

You nor Joel had packed a single condom for this trip.

“Fuck me, Mr. Miller,” you breathed, moving your hand from his hair down his body to his rock-hard cock. He groaned when you made contact.

“Yes, ma’am, Mrs. Miller,” Joel hummed, walking your naked body backwards towards the bedroom as you pulled at his clothes.

Now, you’re realizing that the sliding door to the ocean-view balcony is cracked open, allowing a lovely coastal breeze in but also letting your cries of pleasure float into the wind. Joel’s face is buried in your drenched pussy from behind you, his slurps and smacks obscene, not to mention his moans of ecstasy at the taste of your juices. You lay your chest onto the bed and take it - that’s all you can really do. You’re trying to stifle your sighs and moans, but your husband’s expert tongue is making that increasingly difficult.

“Oh god, right there,” you whimper, and your first orgasm of the day rolls through your body slowly, unfurling like the fragrant blossoms in the white-washed courtyard of the villa. He continues moaning and lapping up every drop of your essence while your body shakes.

One more hard suck on your clit, and then Joel is pulling you back onto your hands and knees on the plush cream bedding. He crawls towards your body, grabbing your hips with one warm hand while the other loosely grips his shaft, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds. 

You whine. “Please, Joel.” You’re not above begging when it comes to Joel’s cock.

Joel growls in arousal and begins to feed you his length, inch by inch. You bite your lip, trying to quiet the involuntary moans that the stretch of his girth seem to rip out of your throat. The villa is private, but you still have neighbors - you’d rather not have to face them at the dinner buffet later after they heard exactly how well your honeymoon was going so far.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” Joel praises you, his eyes never leaving how good his length looks sawing in and out of your soft pussy, shiny with your slick. The phrasing makes your cunt clench on him, which nearly shoves him off the proverbial ledge. He throws his head back, attempting to collect himself, and then notices you drawing circles around your aching clit. 

“Desperate to come again already?” he questions, quirking an eyebrow at you. You nod your head, pressing harder and swirling faster around your nub. 

“Then fucking come for your husband,” Joel grits out, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust of his hips. On the last word, you explode yet again, burying your mouth in the crook of your elbow to quiet your cries. Your pussy spasms over his length, nearly sending him over the edge, and you’re absolutely gushing for him, slick and juices running down your thighs.

Joel yanks himself out of your body, not ready to come yet. You cry out in disappointment, but he hauls him and yourself up off the bed.

“Kneel,” he commands. You drop to your knees onto the plush sheepskins rug, legs like jelly already. His hard cock bobs in front of your face, coated with the evidence of your orgasm. Your mouth opens and you drop out your tongue like a welcome mat.

Joel nearly comes at the sight before him.

“Suck,” he says simply. Grabbing your hair into a ponytail, Joel guides your blazing hot mouth onto his shaft, controlling the speed of your blowjob with his hands. He tries to avoid thrusting into your throat too hard, but he knows you like it rough. The taste of your own pussy is all over his dick, and it makes you dizzy with need.

You play the good girl, sucking and licking as directed by Joel’s moans and hand, but soon enough he’s hauling you off your feet to put you back onto the bed. His cock is an angry red color at the tip now, precum continuing to bubble out of the slit. 

“Wanna try out something new,” he mutters, laying you down on your back. He pushes your legs to your shoulders, nearly folding you in half, and guides your hands to the back of your thighs to hold them open. You feel so exposed, but it makes a thrill run up your spine. Joel kneels with his knees just under your ass, leaning over you, before taking his hand and running it through your soaked folds, reveling in the filthy wet sounds your center makes for him. You whine, desperate for more. Joel places your calves on his shoulders as he leans forward, caging you with his body. One hand drops to the bed to steady himself, while the other grabs his cock and lines himself up again.

“Have you ever tried this one?” Joel asks you with a smirk.

You smile wickedly back, knowing what you need to say to egg him on. “Can’t say I have. Wasn’t exactly trying to get bred.”

You see Joel’s eyes flash at the last word, a ferality burning in his irises. A near-snarl erupts from his mouth as he bottoms out in one powerful thrust. A loud moan rips from your throat, and you slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself, remembering the balcony door is still open. Joel shoves your hand away, grinding deeper into your cunt, brushing against your cervix. You can barely breathe with the intensity of pleasure racing in your veins.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back home, eliciting another loud cry from you. “If you wanna be bred so bad, I’m gonna make everyone at this resort know exactly how much you want it.” With that, Joel sets a punishing pace, his hips and balls slapping against your slick skin. The wet sounds of your mutual pleasure ricochet through the room, and probably outdoors. In this position, all you can do is lay there and moan and cry and take it. Your pussy continues seeping slick, wave after wave running down your ass and thighs, dampening the heavenly bedding.

You’ve never been so fucking wet in your entire life, and Joel knows it.

“God, this pussy is so fucking juicy for me, huh? Just want to get bred that bad, huh?” He mutters to you as he fucks into you so deep that you nearly feel him in your throat. You’ve long since lost your ability to silence your noises, a steady stream of loud gasps and cries emanating from your mouth. Joel just feels so fucking good inside of you, and suddenly you start babbling.

“Yes, baby, I’m so fucking wet for you,” you moan, the pleasure coiling in your bones with every thrust of Joel’s thick girth inside you. “You’re so deep, you fill me so good, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stooooopppppppp –” Your words are cut off by a silent scream as you come for a third time. The pleasure shimmers across your limbs and a shaky moan finally snakes its way out of your throat.

He growls, fucking into you even harder. “Good fucking girl, let me hear you,” Joel grits out. He picks up his pace, clearly getting close to his own orgasm. The increase in speed releases a surprised scream from you, your loud cry stuttering from the sheer force of Joel’s thrusts into you. His hips are a blur, and your third orgasm begins to build into your fourth, the intensity ratcheted to new heights.

“That’s right, scream for me,” he moans, his thrusts getting erratic as his peak approaches. “Want me to fill up this messy pussy, get it even messier? Gonna fuck you so full it has no choice but to take.”

Joel’s words cause a riot of tingles to cascade across your skin. “Yes, please, fuck me full, Joel. Give me your cum, make it stick, give me a baby, please,” you cry, and Joel slaps your ass hard, and you scream again. There’s no doubt that everyone within a mile radius can hear the two of you, but your head is so full of pleasure that you really couldn’t care less. All you can think about is Joel, his cock, and how badly you want to be dripping with his cum.

“Oh god, honey, I’m gonna come,” Joel whimpers, and to send him over the edge, you clench down on his cock as hard as you can. He gasps. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna cooooooo–”

Joel shoves his cock as deeply into you as possible, bellowing loudly in ecstasy, triggering your own orgasm to crest at the same time. His release is so intense that it feels like his hot cum is jettisoning directly into your uterus, filling you to the brim. He pumps shallowly into you, prolonging the pleasure for both of you.

When the last spurt of his spend lands in your womb, Joel collapses on top of you, rolling you to the side, still buried within your clutch. Your sweat-slick limbs tangle as you both try to catch your breath. The gentle breeze flutters the curtains.

Everything feels hazy and perfect.

Eventually you come to, pressing kisses to Joel’s completely blissed-out face, eliciting a soft smile across his plush lips. You kiss your husband softly, slowly, and sensually. He gives your nose a peck, and then buries his face into your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.

“Fuck, that was…” Joel starts, lost for words to describe what just happened.

“... incredible,” you finish his sentence, beaming at him. You intertwine your fingers, so elated that Joel is really yours forever.

Joel nods and kisses you one more time, then moves to untangle your aching limbs, massaging your muscles with his strong hands. He pulls out of your messy center slowly with a groan, watching as his cum begins to seep out of you. You watch as he scoops away the runaway seed, pushing it back into your cunt. A brief flush of arousal pulses in your veins at the sight.

“Gotta keep it where it belongs,” Joel croons, winking at you as he walks towards the bathroom to rinse off and grab you a towel. You giggle, moving to prop your legs and hips up on your pillows, allowing his release to pool & settle inside you. The idea of finally having a baby with the love of your life makes your insides flutter with joy.

While you rest, you pull up Snapchat, curious to see what other fellow travelers are up to in the area. You tap around the map, watching stranger’s stories of sailing excursions, lounging on the shore, and eating delicious food. You notice a Snap story in the same vacation complex as your rental, and you tap on it excitedly, hoping to get a sense of some fun things to do in the area.

The video opens up in selfie mode as a blonde, sunglasses-wearing traveler records himself outside on his villa’s patio, laughing quietly and rubbing his arm awkwardly with the caption “Sounds like our new neighbors on holiday in Greece are having a whale of a time… Only been here 10 minutes!” In the background, a woman can be heard screaming with ecstasy, clearly having sex, her voice stuttering as whoever she’s fucking is giving it to her hard. You then hear a slap, then another cry of pleasure.

Wait a minute.

Not a slap… a spank.

Your nerves frost immediately and heat blazes up your neck as your mouth drops open, realizing that the couple having very loud sex… is actually you and Joel.

Oh no. 

...I REALLY should have closed that damn sliding door.

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silk + steel ★⋆˙

au: bodyguard! billie, princess! sabrina, and princess! reader

★ synopsis: what happens when sabrina, the wife your family has arranged for you to marry finds out that you have been sleeping with your bodyguard...

warnings: daddy kink, cumming strap, oral (sabrina recieving), fingering, spit kink, p in v

you're standing in the far alcove of the ballroom just past the veil of velvet curtains, half-shadowed by candlelight and stone columns. no one’s watching, or if they are, they’re too polite to look directly at a scandal waiting to unfold.

sabrina moves first.

she’s smooth, practiced, every motion dipped in elegance. her fingers brush your wrist, just barely, and you feel the burn of it all the way up your spine.

“you ran from me last week,” she murmurs, voice like warm wine. “we were talking about our future, and suddenly you vanished.”

you swallow.

“you were talking,” you say, careful. “i was… listening.”

sabrina’s lips twitch. “you weren’t listening. you were staring at someone else across the courtyard. someone in uniform.”

billie steps forward now, all leather and shadow, the gold insignia of your royal guard catching in the low light.

her gaze drops to your throat, then lower.

“you looked real pretty that night,” billie says, casually sinful. “tight little bodice. lips all flushed.”

you flinch and sabrina sees it. her eyes flick between the two of you, and suddenly the whole world narrows to this moment.

“so it’s true,” she says softly. “you’ve been fucking your bodyguard.”

billie tilts her head. “not just fucking, princess,” she says to sabrina.

your breath hitches. heat licks its way down your stomach. sabrina goes still, but her eyes darken, not with rage, but something far more dangerous.

desire.

you can see the gears turning behind her mask. sabrina doesn’t lose.

“is that right?” she asks, turning to you now, her voice velvety. “you want someone who follows orders? someone who guards the door while you sleep, unless, of course, she’s sneaking into your bed? what would your boss say about this, eilish.”

your heart is hammering now, caught between them like a guilty flame.

you don’t answer.

you can’t.

but your silence screams.

billie leans in close behind you, breath warm against your ear. “tell her how you beg,” she murmurs. “tell her how you whimper when my fingers—”

“enough,” sabrina snaps, voice tight. not angry. jealous.

she steps into your space fully now, one hand cupping your jaw, tilting your chin up. “you know i could give you everything,” she whispers. “a kingdom. a crown. silk sheets and a thousand nights of worship.”

your knees nearly buckle.

but billie’s hand lands on your waist, possessive, grounding. “and i give you everything you actually want,” she growls. “don’t i?”

you close your eyes. they’re both so close. sabrina’s perfume, soft vanilla. billie’s breath, warm and sinful.

and you’re caught in between.

a princess and a protector.

silk and steel.

“you don’t get to keep her just because of a contract,” billie tells sabrina, eyes locked. “she’s not some prize you win in a deal.”

sabrina raises a brow. “you’re right,” she says. “she’s not a prize.”

then, quietly: “but she is mine”

your breath stutters.

they’re both staring at you now, fire and fury wrapped in lust. the air around you crackles.

sabrina’s fingers are still under your chin, delicate but firm, her grip the kind of soft control that makes your stomach twist. behind you, billie’s hand drifts lower, slow and deliberate, until it rests at the curve of your hip, possessive. protective. claiming.

you don’t move. you can’t move.

your breath is shallow, your pulse is loud. two very different kinds of power caging you in, sabrina’s elegance like a blade wrapped in lace, billie’s heat a slow burn under skin.

“we should stop,” you whisper. you mean it. but your thighs are pressed together, and no part of you pulls away.

sabrina leans in. her lips hover just over yours, close enough for your breath to hitch at the contact you don’t get.

“then stop us,” she says, low and daring.

you don’t.

and that’s all they need.

billie’s hand slides down, slipping under the hem of your royal gown, her touch dragging up your thigh, calloused fingers hot against your skin. sabrina watches you shudder, her eyes tracking every twitch of your mouth, every breath you try to catch.

then sabrina kisses you.

it’s not gentle.

her mouth is all velvet heat and pent-up frustration, kissing like she needs to own you. her hand grips the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough that she can deepen it. tongue sliding against yours, lips plush and demanding.

you whine, and that’s when billie growls behind you.

her hand grips your waist, yanking you back into her chest, her mouth at your neck. 

you’re trembling now, from their touch, from their voices, from the realization that neither of them plans on backing down.

billie slips her hand higher, under lace and silk, her fingers stroking just shy of where you want them. “tell her how wet you are,” she whispers in your ear. “tell her how i haven’t even touched you and you’re already dripping.”

sabrina bites her lip at that, eyes dark with hunger.

and you don’t say a word.

you just whimper.

you don’t remember how you got here. maybe they pulled you,  maybe you followed. your body’s still buzzing from the moment in the corridor, lips swollen from sabrina’s kiss, your thighs aching from the way billie had you shaking with just her voice. now you’re back in your chamber. high stone walls. heavy velvet curtains. a bed too regal for what’s about to happen. sabrina locks the door behind her with a click. she’s already shrugging off the embroidered cloak draped over her shoulders, revealing a corseted bodice laced so tight it looks like sin. “take the dress off,” she says, her voice cool. commanding. her eyes flick down to where your gown hangs from your shoulders. “now.” you hesitate, not out of fear, but because billie’s behind you again, her hand already gripping the fabric at your lower back. she makes the decision for you. her fingers yank at the laces, rough and practiced, and she peels it off you like she’s done this before, a thousand times. “come on baby,” billie mutters, mouth close to your ear. “don’t make us punish you now.” you gasp as the gown drops to the floor. sabrina steps forward. her fingers trace the strap of your underdress, then snap it off your shoulder. “there is no us,” she murmurs under her breath to billie. “look how perfect she is like this. desperate.” “desperate?” billie growls. “we haven’t even touched her yet.” and then she does. billie’s hand slides between your legs, rough fingers cupping you through lace. the sound you make is humiliating, a broken gasp that punches from your chest, because you’re already soaked. you find yourself grinding against billie’s palm in desperation, the friction from the lace giving you more pleasure. “fuck,” billie mutters. “you’re dripping. you wanted this, didn’t you? you like being treated like a slut.” sabrina’s lips are at your throat now, kissing, nipping. “so needy that you like being passed around like a whore,” she whispers. “what would your father say huh? you’re fucking around with the palace’s royal guard when you’re supposed to be marrying me, supposed to be mine.” you don’t know who moved first, just the sudden, jarring press of the mattress beneath you. sabrina is on you in a flash, straddling your chest with a bold, fluid motion. her breath is shallow, eyes locked on yours, fierce with intent. without hesitation, she hikes her skirt up over her hips, the fabric bunching around her waist, her movements unapologetically swift. her thighs are soft, her eyes wicked. “open your mouth,” she says, moving her thumb between your lips. your suck on her thumb briefly, sabrina humming in approval. she lowers head towards yours spitting on your tongue, pushing it further down your throat with her fingers, just wanting to hear you gag for her. billie’s already between your legs, and without warning, billie’s fingers drive into you, fast, deep, unrelenting. the sudden shock of it rips a cry from your throat, raw and breathless. sabrina doesn’t flinch, lips curved in a knowing smirk, calm in the chaos of your unraveling, as your moans fill the space between them.

“gosh you’re so tight baby,” billie mutters, voice rough as her fingers thrust harder, curling just right “but don’t worry princess, gonna have you making a mess on my cock by the end of the night” your hips buck. sabrina slides forward, pressing her heat against your mouth. “don’t be rude baby,” she breathes, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. “put your mouth to use for once, billie's spoiled you too much hasn't she,” “oh please, you’re talking like you aren’t spoiled too” billie spits out at sabrina, you’re about to try and speak up but sabrina is quick to cut you off, sitting her pussy on your tongue. your tongue moves on instinct, licking, sucking, moaning into her pussy, while billie’s fingers drive into you. sabrina’s scent is heavy in the air, warm and heady as she moves above you. below, billie fills you completely, each thrust deep and steady, her thumb working your clit with practiced rhythm. you’re caught between them, every nerve lit up, breath coming in short pulls, your body answering theirs without hesitation. nothing else exists but the weight of them, the way they touch you, take you, want you. sabrina’s fingers twist into your hair, firm and unyielding, holding you right where she wants you. her voice drops low, breath hitching as she exhales, “don’t you dare stop.” there’s no hesitation in her grip, her control threading through every syllable. billie growls. “can feel how close you are mama.” your body shakes, teetering on the edge. sabrina grinds harder on your face. billie’s fingers thrust deeper. you’re unraveling at both ends, pleasure sparking through your core like a live wire. it builds fast, sharp, impossible to hold.

you come hard, crying out into sabrina’s heat, thighs trembling around billie’s hand, your breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. they don’t stop, whimpers fly out of your mouth

the chamber is hot now, not from the fire crackling in the hearth, but from you. from them. your body’s still twitching, hypersensitive, your breath ragged as you lie sprawled across silk sheets. sabrina's thighs slowly lift from your face, her cheeks flushed, golden hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. she looks down at you like a queen surveying something she owns. and beside you, billie hasn't moved. her hand rests possessively over your hip, her chest rising and falling with shallow, controlled breaths, but her jaw is clenched. her eyes are dark, and locked on sabrina. the tension isn’t just lust now. it’s something more dangerous. jealousy. pride. you try to sit up, but billie’s hand presses you down, her fingers splayed flat against your tummy. “didn’t say you could move,” she murmurs. you shiver. sabrina’s lips twitch into a smirk, but she doesn’t look at you, she looks at billie. “she listens to me just fine.” “because you had your turn first,” billie snaps, sharp and immediate. sabrina hums, slow and unbothered, a faux pout forming on her lips. “oh? poor thing. are you feeling territorial?”

you can feel it building, not just the heat between you and them, but the static crackle of something sharper, more dangerous. the friction isn’t only in their hands on your skin, it’s in the way they watch each other, speak around you, like you’re the prize in a game neither is willing to lose.

but you already know who’s won.

and that’s when sabrina leans in, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up to hers. she looks at you like you’re hers already, like you’ve always been.

“yeah you wanna act like a pathetic whore?,” she murmurs, soft but cutting. “go on then show me how your little bodyguard fucks you, and i’ll show you who’s better”

your heart stumbles.

“after all,” she adds, voice honey-sweet and merciless, “you and i are gonna be wives tomorrow.”

billie turns her head slowly to look at you. her voice is low. rough. “well, princess?” your mouth is dry. your body is buzzing. “go on i’m gonna watch” sabrina says, voice like silk over steel. “i want to see what’s so good it’s got you chasing her like a whore.”

the room contracts around you, thick with tension. sabrina’s eyes glint with dangerous amusement, but billie’s gaze, dark and unyielding, cuts sharper, daring you to answer. your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding against ribs that feel too tight, too fragile to hold it in. neither of them blink. neither breaks the stare. it’s a silent battle waged with smoldering glances and the curl of lips, not a word wasted. you try to find your voice, but it’s lodged somewhere between fear, desire, and the overwhelming pull of needing them both. “i—” your voice falters. you’re drowning in want, in the ache of not being able to choose, not wanting to choose. your fingers twitch beneath their watchful eyes, like a desperate plea that they understand without words. billie’s hand tightens on your hip. “come on let’s give your fiancée a little show, mama” she whispers in your ear voice low, rough with possession.

sabrina leans back against the splayed out mess of pillows on the bed, her arms crossed over each other. your gaze flicks between them, and suddenly the control shatters. the ache to be theirs, completely and utterly, floods through you like wildfire. before you can speak, billie’s lips are on yours, urgent, demanding, her hands sliding down your sides, fingers digging into your hips like she’s staking a claim. one hand slips lower, tracing a slow, scorching line up your thigh, making your skin ripple with shivers.

her mouth trails down your neck, all teeth, biting just hard enough to leave you gasping. the world starts to blur, narrowed down to the weight of her, the sound of her breath, the way she moves against you like she already knows how you’ll fall apart.

she presses close, her body solid at your side, breath brushing your ear. “you and i know this pussy was made for my cock” she murmurs, voice rough, almost possessive.

you hear the soft rustle of clothing, the quiet snap of something being adjusted, then the unmistakable press of her cock against your thigh. she flips you around, so you’re facing sabrina but your pussy up in the air for her to fuck. one hand is splayed against your back and the other gripping your waist, and when she finally pushes in, you feel everything, every inch, every stretch, like your body’s being rewritten around her, to fit her.

your breath catches, hips instinctively rolling back into her as she buries herself deeper, grounding you in place with a grip that won’t let go.

“yeah,” she breathes, low and reverent. “just like that.”

billie doesn’t bother setting a rhythm she fucks you fast. her hand splays across your lower back, holding you steady as her hips roll into yours, the strap hitting deep, perfectly. the friction, the stretch, the sound of her breath catching just behind you, it’s all too much and not enough.

you moan, sharp and needy, staring at sabrina with glossy eyes. sabrina hums from where she’s still watching, legs crossed, chin resting lazily in her hand. 

“yeah that’s better” billie says, voice syrup-sweet with just a touch of smugness. “so pretty when you finally shut the fuck up”

billie growls low under her breath, snapping her hips harder, and the cry that rips from your throat earns a slow, brief smile from sabrina, which was quickly replaced by a hint of jealousy.

she adjusts her angle, hitting that spot that makes your legs tremble, your fingers dig into the sheets. the sound you make isn’t even a word, just a desperate, broken noise, and sabrina shifts closer, hand curling in your hair again, tilting your head back to look at her.

“yeah that feels good baby?” she purrs, brushing her thumb along your cheek. “better than me?”

you’re caught between them, billie’s relentless rhythm driving you closer to the edge, sabrina’s voice wrapping around you like velvet. it’s overwhelming, consuming. and you don’t want it to stop.

you’re barely holding on. billie’s pace is punishing, precise, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. her body is heat against yours, her breath harsh in your ear, her hand gripping your waist like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. sabrina watches with that unreadable expression, something between amusement and ownership, as your body starts to tremble under billie’s touch.

then her voice cuts through the haze, sharp and commanding.

“that’s enough of that, eilish”

billie doesn’t stop.

in fact, she slams into you harder, her grip tightening as she leans in just a little more. her voice is low, nearly a growl, right at your neck.

“just because i don’t have royal blood doesn’t mean i can’t cum inside your princess so deep she’ll be a fucking mama,” your eyes flick to sabrina, her smirk has flattened, replaced by something sharper, colder. she uncrosses her legs slowly, rising from the bed in one smooth, deliberate motion.

“i said—”

but she doesn’t finish, because that’s when billie drives in deep and stays there, burying herself to the hilt with a groan that sounds almost like defiance.

you cry out, the sound raw and involuntary as your body clenches around her. billie is quick to release the cum from her strap the release painting your walls white, overwhelming you with pleasure.

sabrina stops at the edge of the bed, watching. something in her jaw tics.

billie slowly pulls out, her hands still heavy on your hips, and kisses the back of your shoulder, soft, possessive. her voice is quiet but clear.

“she’s not yours yet.”

sabrina arches a brow, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“no,” she murmurs, stepping closer, “she’ll always be mine”

her eyes never leave yours as she steps in, calm but charged. one hand reaches out, brushing against your jaw, then tipping your chin up. her touch is soft, but her grip is unyielding.

“on your back, sweetheart.” a command, not a request.

you hesitate for half a second, heart pounding, legs weak, body still buzzing from billie, and sabrina’s smile returns, slow and knowing. she waits, not because she doubts you’ll obey, but because she enjoys watching you try to remember how to move under the weight of her gaze.

you shift, limbs trembling, and sabrina helps you the rest of the way with a gentleness that almost feels cruel. she lays you out, hands firm, arranging you how she wants, how she needs.

“look at you,” she murmurs, dragging her fingers down your chest, your stomach, stopping just short of where you’re aching. “my messy wife”

behind her, billie watches, jaw clenched, but she doesn’t speak. doesn’t move. sabrina glances back over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth curving upward again.

“watch eilish, this how i’m gonna be fucking my pretty pussy from now on” her hands slide along your thighs again, spreading you open with quiet command. you are pliant now, breathless, trembling, every nerve already frayed. and sabrina hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

“you ready for me now?” she murmurs, thumb brushing along your inner thigh. her eyes never leave yours. “or do i need to wait until you forget every other name but mine?”

you swallow hard, words caught in your throat.

she leans in, close enough for her breath to graze your skin. “say it.”

you don’t mean to. not really. it just slips out, soft and wrecked:

“yes, daddy.”

a pause.

then sabrina’s smirk returns, slow, wicked, satisfied.

“that’s more like it.”

behind her, billie exhales sharply. but sabrina doesn’t turn. she’s steadies herself with your thighs, bottoming out into your pussy. she’s quick to set a pace, fucking you fast and harsh. sabrina doesn’t look away from you.

not when your back arches. not when your breath stutters. not when the sound you make cuts the silence like a confession. her grip on your thighs is iron, grounding, claiming, and the pace she sets is merciless, not because she’s careless, but because she knows exactly what you can take.

“yeah that’s my good girl,” she murmurs, voice like dark velvet, each word a pulse against your skin. “taking my dick so good aren’t you baby? just a whore for cock isn’t that right”

your fingers curl into the sheets, useless against the way she moves you. you can feel yourself coming undone quicker, pulled open by the weight of her control, the heat of her eyes, the sharp edge of her voice.

behind her, billie hasn’t moved.

she’s still watching, jaw tense, arms crossed, her expression carved from stone. but her eyes, they’re anything but cold. she’s staring right at you, tracking every sound you make. you can feel her restraint like a second pressure in the room, heavy and coiled. 

sabrina leans in slightly, her hands sliding up your ribs, your waist, pinning you down with her full attention. her lips trace over the marks billie left, placing new ones on top.

“that’s it my love,” she says, breath brushing your lips, “let her watch. let her see you come for me”

your mouth opens, but there are no words left, just the ragged edge of need. just sounds of desperation spilling from your lips.

sabrina smiles again, slow and certain. "go ahead, look at her all you want. you're still mine tomorrow, and forever, i’ll make sure of it.”

the way she says it isn’t bitter or jealous. it’s a fact. unshakable. a vow spoken like it’s already carved into stone.

you look at billie. her jaw clenches when your eyes meet. her chest rising too fast, her hands fists at her sides. she hasn’t moved, not a step closer, not a step away. it’s like she’s suspended between two instincts: to fight, or to yield.

but sabrina keeps moving.

she doesn’t rush. every motion is measured, practiced,  like she knows exactly how you respond, how to read your body like a language only she’s fluent in. you’re already unraveling again under her hands, your thoughts scattering like ash.

"you feel that?" she says softly, dragging her nails along your waist. "that’s the difference, baby. she wants to take you. i already have."

you let out a noise, and sabrina drinks it in with a slow smile, one that’s more intimate than smug now. a promise. sabrina turns to look at billie, not faltering her pace at all “she’s gonna be mine forever. my wife, my girl, my fucking whore” she spits out “and tomorrow," she adds, pressing a kiss just behind your ear, "you’re going to say yes with this body still marked by me."

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[spencerreidenjoyer]

let you lock me down (tonight) | spencer reid x reader

You'd never really thought about having kids, but Spencer just might change your mind.

wc: 600, rating: explicit/18+

tags: breeding kink (this is the whole premise of the fic. oops?), talk of having kids/pregnancy, established relationship, fem!reader, set in s10-11

a/n: no reason for this other than the fact that sabrina carpenter's juno is one of my fav songs off the short n' sweet album. also i was probably ovulating when i started this drabble sorryyyy

You know Spencer had wanted kids since you first got together.

It hadn’t come up until a few dates in, where Spencer had been a little late to dinner because he was helping to watch over his colleague’s kid. He’d talked for half the night about how much he adored her kid as his godfather, with his colleague having a second one on the way, and how he wanted to be a dad someday.

You would’ve found it more creepy if you weren’t extremely endeared. Spencer was undeniably loving, caring, and impossibly sweet, and dating him was easy. Being with Spencer is easy. You get him, and he gets you.

You know Spencer wants kids, and that’s why when you mention it you’re not surprised by how he reacts.

It just happens to be in the middle of sex.

“Fuck, baby,” you giggle, Spencer being extremely eager as he pushes into you. “You’re so needy. It’s like you wanna put a baby in me.” 

Spencer chokes, his hips stuttering at your filthy words, and it just pushes him deeper into your tightness. “Oh, my God.”

“Does that sound good? You filling me up with your cum until it takes?” you moan, as Spencer rolls his hips into you. It shoves his thick cock deeper inside of you, bullying his way past your tight walls. 

“You make me sound like an animal,” Spencer complains, but his breathlessness tells you that he’s into it. He’s still fucking into you – hard, eager, desperate.

“You could fuck me like an animal,” you swoon, just a little, rather pleased with yourself and the fact that Spencer is so into this, so into you. “Wanna claim me as yours?”

Spencer laughs, shaking his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not before you get me pregnant,” you tease, waggling your eyebrows. “Come on, you know you want to.”

”You are literally insane,” Spencer says, stilling his hips. They’re pressed flush against you, but he looks down at you sternly. “Are you being serious right now?”

You purse your lips, considering Spencer’s own concerned look. “Kind of?”

”Kind of?” Spencer parrots back. “Be more specific.”

”Maybe I just wanna enable your breeding kink,” you smirk, locking your legs around Spencer’s waist. The movement pushes him inside of you a little deeper, and he whines. 

Spencer rolls his eyes, half exasperated and half endeared. “I don’t have a breeding kink.”

“You do, baby,” you giggle. “And getting pregnant wouldn’t be so bad.”

Spencer’s eyes are so wide they look like they could pop out of his skull. “You– You can’t just say things like that! And we are not having a conversation about family planning while I’m inside of you.”

”Now would be the perfect time to talk about having kids,” you offer, but Spencer glares at you.

Smiling, you wriggle your hips just to get a rise out of Spencer. It works, you note, as he whimpers with the movement. ”Okay, so after you’re done with me?” 

“We’ve only been dating for three months,” Spencer says, furrowing his brows. 

“I know,” you nod. “And I mean it. You— You make me want to. Consider kids, I mean.”

Spencer sighs, but you see the way his eyes soften, hear the warmth in his voice as he tries to seem normal and calm about all of this. “Okay. I’ll make you cum and then we can talk about kids.”

“Aww. How romantic,” you say, as Spencer leans forward to kiss you again, and to fuck you again.

While you’d never seriously thought about having kids, Spencer is certainly making you reconsider.