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Ghostface!Tara
all hers: “I’d kill everybody in this town before they’d take you away from me.” Tara says, eyes wild. “I’d kill everybody in the world. You belong to me.” Ghost face!Tara. Smut. Dark themes. 18+
part i
part ii
part iii
part iv
part v
part vi
part vii
part viii
part ix
part x
part xi
part xii
part xiii
part xiv
part xv
part xvi
part xvii
part xviii
part xix
part xx
part xxi
part xxii
part xxiii
part xxiv
part xxv
part xxvi
epilogue
drabble 1 (anal sex), drabble 2 (R is sick), drabble 3 (clingy!Tara), drabble 4 (jealous reader), drabble 5 (R Dad trying to set R up), drabble 6 (Sam's and R's girls day)
The drabble files: Loosely connected drabbles from the all hers universe.
P1 | P2 | P3
Quinn Bailey Must Die: Quinn Bailey is yours and Tara’s, sexed up, horndog roommate. She’s cool at first, you think. Until she sets her sights on Tara. All hers universe, set after the main story. GF!Tara
P1 | P2 | P3
Vada Cavell
secrets that you keep Vada tells her Mom a little too much. Again. An argument ensues. Smut 18+
falling all in you Vada makes a purchase for the two of you. 18+ smut.
captivated Vada’s first time seeing R’s boobs. She’s a little gobsmacked. 18+ smut.
in the name of taylor swift you have to break up with Vada. In the name of Taylor Swift. Fluff
drabble: Vada's obsession with R's boobs.
Wednesday Addams
in the interest of spontaneity Wednesday invites you up for a ‘study session’. Of course, being Wednesday, the invite is literal. Smut, 18+
trust me Reader learns a new spell and decides to test it on Wednesday. Specifically: Wednesday's strap-on. Smut, 18+
say my name While in bed with Wednesday, you accidentally moan Enid's name. Smut, 18+
drabble: jealous Wednesday
Jenna Ortega / Emma Myers
three’s a crowd: You hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au.
Playlist
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five
part six
part seven
part eight
part nine
part ten (epilogue)
Florence Pugh
Love Scenes Florence gets jealous after you film a love scene. Smut. 18+
lights, camera, action You catch Florence’s eye on the set of her latest movie. Smut. 18+
Florence Pugh x Harry Styles x reader
Third wheel Florence gets tired of being the third wheel. Angst.
Friendly Competition Harry and Florence are competitive. A little too competitive, when it comes to you. Smut. 18+
Summary: You’ve been away far too long. Your girlfriends welcome makes it worth the wait.
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Sabrina Carpenter x Fem!reader
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: SMUT, oral, fingering, threesomes, strap-on sex
AN: in honour of Wednesday S2 + MBF
You haven’t seen your girlfriends in almost two months.
You’ve been on a shoot, stuck in the depths of Eastern Europe filming back to back for weeks straight. It had been relentless. Wake up. Makeup for two hours. Shoot for fourteen hours. Eat, sparingly. Then sleep for six hours before waking up to do it all over again. There had been no time for weekend visits, barely enough time to call your girlfriends; or even your family.
But the movie was amazing. The cast was amazing, the director, the crew, even the country: a wonderful, 10/10 experience you’d happily do a million times over.
But as you climb out of the jet, dark circles under your eyes and throat dry from the plane’s air conditioning, you can’t help but be so glad it’s over.
Half the reason for your euphoria is leaning on the hood of her black Audi.
Jenna’s smile eclipses her face as she spots you. You match it, and suddenly you’re running. When you reach her, it’s with a kiss. You luggage clatters to the ground as you sink into her. Lips wild, teeth clashing. She giggles into your mouth as you wrap your arms around her waist and lift her from the ground, spinning her around like you’re a World War Two solider coming home to her sweetheart.
“I missed you,” She breathes against your lips. You settle her back to the ground, nudging your nose against hers.
“I missed you too.” You murmur.
You press a final kiss against her lips, before withdrawing.
“Where’s Sab?” You ask, eyes peering into the backseat of the car.
“You didn’t get her text?” Jenna asks, “She’s shooting, it ran over. She’ll only be a couple of hours.”
“Huh,” You say, pulling out your phone to check your messages. Sabrina’s name lights your phone.
Hi my love, I can’t make it to the airport but will see you at home. Can’t wait to have you back in my arms xx
Jenna kisses you, drawing your attention from your phone, “So I get you all to myself for now.” She says, with a smile.
You slip into the passenger seat, clicking on your seatbelt as she slides smoothly into the drivers side. Clicking her belt in, she runs a hand over your leg.
“Have you been taking care of each other?” You ask, smoothing out Jenna’s hair, “You’ve been looking after her? She’s been looking after you?”
Jenna strokes a piece of your hair behind your ear, “We’ve been looking after each other,” She promises, dipping her nose forward to touch yours, “I packed her a lunch this morning, you know how she hates set catering.”
She kisses you.
“But we’ve missed you. So much. The house isn’t right, just the two of us.”
“I’m here now,” You promise, and press your fingers against the soft skin of her bottom lip, with a small smile, “So we can share lunch box duty together.”
She laughs, her eyes twinkling, “And other things,” She says, voice coy as she dips down to kiss you, “When there’s three of us, you don’t notice as much. But just Sab and I?” Her brow crinkles, brown eyes wide, “That woman is so horny. I’ve never been so sore.”
That earns her a laugh.
“Oh, you poor baby,” You murmur, “You’re getting fucked too much. Can’t relate.”
Her eyes dip low, to your mouth.
“We can change that,” She says, voice dropping a few octaves. She stokes your hip.
“Sure you’re not too sore?” You murmur and she grins, pressing down to kiss your lips.
Your phone buzzes. Briefly, you catch Sabrina’s name on your group chat.
Have you landed, my darling? It reads, Has J got you? She better have. I’ll be there ASAP
I’m here, Jenna’s got me. See you soon babe xx
You drop your phone into your lap and take Jenna’s free hand.
“Take me home,” You murmur, stroking her cheek, “Please.”
Jenna presses her lips to your hand.
“Gladly.”
-
There are rose petals on the floor when you finally make it home. A giant sign reading Welcome home, baby!!! in long, scrawling letters. Sabrina’s handiwork, clearly.
A pile of muffins in pink frosting on the countertop, but the sink overflows with unwashed pots and pans, flour dusting the floor.
Jenna grumbles.
“I told her to leave the place neat,” She says, dropping your waist to inspect the mess, “I spend half my life cleaning up after that woman, I swear.”
But you’re not looking at the dirty dishes. You swipe one of the cupcakes off the rack and dip your finger in the frosting. It’s vanilla, your favourite, and you smile fondly as Jenna moves for a broom to clear the floor.
“But our woman sure knows how to bake,” You say, moving over to her, “Here, have a taste.”
Your fingers, covered in pink frosting ghost across her mouth. Jenna looks over at you, annoyance quickly dissipating in her pretty brown eyes as you slip your finger between her lips.
She licks the frosting clean off your fingers. Sucks down gently, and you watch as her pupils slowly overtake the brown of her irises.
“You’re right,” Jenna says as she releases your fingers with a pop. She’s moving closer, hands gripping your waist, “I’m going to leave the dishes to her all the same.”
And she’s kissing you.
You whimper as she charges forward, slipping her tongue into your mouth with such ease your whole body goes hot.
She’s as she always is: roaming hands, sloppy, messy kisses. She’s in charge, always, hands pressed firm against your hips guiding you backwards and pushing pushing until you’re breathless, and the back of your knees are pressed hard against the edge of the bed
You pull away, only for air, blinking your bedroom into sight as Jenna takes the opportunity to dip down and press her lips to your neck.
Dazed, and a little concerned how she can lead you halfway through the house without even opening her eyes, you moan as she sucks down hard on the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Missed you,” Jenna murmurs, and she’s reaching for the button of your jeans as she does so.
You haven’t been touched like this in months, underwear already embarrassingly ruined, needy desperate sighs spewing from your lips.
As Jenna slides your jeans down your legs, clarity comes over you. Someone is missing.
“We should wait for Sab-“ You say, pulling away only slightly. But Jenna’s gone. Her eyes are wide and hungry, her lips are swollen and red. Her hair, messy from the fingers you’d only just detangled from it.
“No,” She whimpers, eyes needy, “She won’t care. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby,” You murmur, “But it’s been months, I want us all together. I want it special like that.”
Jenna considers this. She bites her lip, and suddenly, with the force of someone much bigger than her, she’s pushing you back onto the bed and fumbling into her pockets for her phone.
Hurry baby, Jenna’s message to Sabrina reads, how much longer?
Sabrina doesn’t leave her waiting. Unlike you.
Not long, J, driving home now xx keep our girl busy for me
“She’ll be home in five,” Jenna murmurs, pulling her shirt over her head. Your eyes lock immediately onto her bra, nipples hard and begging for attention, “More than enough time to warm you up.”
Sabrina is most certainly not home in five.
Jenna’s on top of you, wearing nothing but her panties, and you’re not much better. Your clothes are strewn about the room, clad in nothing but a tiny pair of red panties and a matching lace bra.
Jenna’s on top of you. The room has devolved into small whimpers. Heavy breathing. Desperate sighs. Jenna grinds down, her thigh between your legs, purposeful. Dangerous.
You gasp as her knee brushes your clit in just the right way.
You don’t hear Sabrina come in. You don’t hear her as she moves through the house, don’t even hear as she walks through the bedroom door.
“Oh.”
But you hear that. The sound of Sabrina’s voice is music to your ears.
Your stomach flips. Your eyes shoot open, your lips against Jenna’s retract.
Jenna turns, her neck already staining with the mess of the hickies you’d left, and you see Sabrina standing at the door, catlike grin on her face, “What a sight for sore eyes.”
You’d jump up to meet her, but Sabrina beats you to it. She drops her purse, and Jenna climbs off you just in time to avoid the collision. Sabrina charges, and you rise up to meet her. Her lips meet your own in a wild and desperate kiss that almost sends you toppling back into the mattress. She kisses you like she hasn’t seen you in years, and you kiss her back all the same.
“I missed you,” She breathes against your lips.
You tangle your fingers in her blonde hair, surging forward to slip your tongue between her lips.
“I missed you,” You murmur, but she’s pushing you back between Jenna’s legs, pulling away only slightly to nip at your neck.
“Looks like you two got started without me,” Sabrina says, teeth scraping against your throat, “Not fair.”
“You being fully clothed is what’s unfair,” You murmur, trying to tug her shirt over her head. But she’s too focused on sucking patterns into your neck to take any notice. Jenna has one hand in Sabrina’s hair, the other tilts your head up only slightly, just enough so she can lean down to kiss you.
Sabrina bites down on your neck, hard, using her knees to spread your legs wider, her hands roaming, exploring, until they settle on cupping you between your thighs.
She groans.
“So fucking wet,” She moans into your neck, and then looks up, her pupils blown, “How long have you two been teasing each other for?”
“Far too fucking long,” Jenna grumbles, sliding her hand down your body to entangle her fingers with Sabrina. You whimper as their fingers find your clit, “Fuck.”
Sabrina hums in approval, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and then taking Jenna’s lips between her own.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Sabrina says, sucking on Jenna’s bottom lip, “Are you as wet as she is?”
You see the chance and take it. Fumbling hands reaching between your body and Sabrina’s, messily popping open the buttons of her shirt to reveal her smooth, toned abdomen, and a lacy black bra. Immediately, you find her hips, pressing your mouth to the lace of the bra, tongue working against the fabric. Sabrina’s hand jolts as you suck firmly against her nipple, and your stomach flips as you hear her moan out, cry muffled by Jenna’s tongue.
“Why don’t you get us naked and find out?” You murmur, wide eyes gazing up at the slope of Sabrina’s jaw. Jenna is soaked, you can feel her against your back, the kind of heat that makes you want to turn around and bury your face between her legs.
But Sabrina’s warm weight on top of you keeps you tethered.
She’s shimmying out of her shirt, hand gone from your panties. But Jenna’s slipping her hand into the fabric, tilting your head towards her as she slides her fingers over your soaked clit. You groan into her mouth, then feel Sabrina’s hands on your panties as she lifts your hips.
“So gorgeous,” Sabrina murmurs, eyes wide and heady. She’s climbing off your body, settling herself on her knees as she pulls your panties clean off your legs.
Jenna breaks away from you, pressing the lightest of kisses to your lips as Sabrina settles between your thighs. Her eyes are round, so blue and so greedy. She licks her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thighs as she gazes as your dripping cunt. Like you’re maybe the last meal on earth and she’s ravenous.
“Hey,” Jenna says, voice soft as she reaches over you, taking Sabrina’s chin between her hands, “No cutting in line.”
Sabrina’s eyes sparkle, as she slips her hands around your thighs, grounding your hips to her mouth.
She tilts her head, and takes Jenna’s fingers between her lips. She sucks down gently, looking up at her. Doe-eyed, but her grin filthy.
“One taste,” She begs, “I’ll be five minutes. Let me ruin her for you-“
But Jenna shakes her head. And then Jenna’s hands slip down to grip her throat. Sabrina’s eyes flutter closed. You lick your lips. Jenna’s breathing is ragged against the back of your neck.
Jenna squeezes once; then twice, and then she’s sitting up, and bringing you with her. Both hands grip Sabrina’s face, and she pulls her up into a warm kiss.
“YN,” Jenna murmurs against your ear, “Take her clothes off. And then be a good girl and lie on your back for me.”
You whimper, not needing to be told twice. Sabrina gaps as you launch up. Messy, hungry hands find her bra strap, milky breasts falling out and into your waiting mouth. Feverishly, you slip off your own bra, sucking on Sabrina’s nipple with so much force you feel her hips arch.
Jenna slides out from behind you, and you tumble back onto the mattress, feeling Sabrina’s weight fall atop you. You’re sliding her panties down her legs, crying out as she slips her legs between yours and grinds down.
And then she stops. You’re sweating now, Sabrina’s warm skin sticking to your own. You release her nipple, tilt your hips up to meet hers, but she’s groaning as she feels Jenna’s lips on her back, and the firm tug of Jenna’s hands over her hips.
You can feel Jenna’s knees press taut onto your thighs, spreading you open for her. Her hands are on Sabrina’s waist, lips against her back. You reach for Sabrina, fingers grazing the outside of her thighs as Jenna guides her. Sabrina settles herself over your mouth. She’s glistening, and your mouth waters as your hands curl around her ass cheeks, gently lowering her to you. You press a kiss to the salty skin of her inner thigh, and she shudders above you. You dart your tongue out, getting closer and closer until you can taste her arousal on your tongue. You sigh as you press your lips to the silky velvet of her folds, and then you feel Jenna’s lips.
Warm. Purposeful. They press to the top of your thigh, and you feel her body settle between your legs.
Then she’s trailing her lips higher. To the skin of your inner thighs. There’s no warning as her lips ghost your clit.
Your hips contort. Your grip around Sabrina tightens. Jenna trails her lips from your inner thighs, back to your folds, your clit, before she’s teasing her tongue alongside your entrance.
Sabrina whines above you. Your mouth is slack, Jenna’s tongue has taken your attention away. You swallow as Jenna teases you, shaky hands gripping down on Sabrina and pulling her close. You press a kiss to her thigh, then lap your tongue down her drenched folds. She tastes incredible, like she always does. Tangy, sweet, but you’re not given the chance to savour her.
“More,” She begs, voice needy, “Please baby.”
Her hands are tangled in your hair. Jenna’s lips find your clit. You moan out, and Sabrina gaps.
You close your eyes, grip the skin of Sabrina’s ass and tug her into you. You work your tongue over her clit, matching the rhythm Jenna’s giving you.
Sabrina groans above you, grinding herself into your mouth. She’s so expressive like this, you’ve always loved that about her. Jenna’s tongue works your clit, as she slips a finger inside you and you briefly think this is how you want to go. Buried between your girlfriends, one on your face and one between your legs.
Sabrina’s close, you can tell by the way her hips are jerking. You take her clit between your lips and suck hard, until Sabrina’s moans are turning into mangled cries and Jenna’s fingers are working in and out of you so quickly it’s making your head spin.
Sabrina slumps down as she cums, her thighs tight around your head.
Jenna’s mouth, Sabrina’s thighs, Jenna’s fingers drive you over the edge. You gasp out Jenna’s name against Sabrina’s thigh.
Jenna kisses your thigh once more, laps up the fruits of her labour. Then she’s pressing a kiss against Sabrina’s back, carefully easing the pressure of your face.
“Let her breathe.” Jenna reminds her, hands around Sabrina’s waist as she pulls her gently down your body. Sabrina’s glassy eyed, body slumped slightly. Her arousal coats your mouth and your chin, and you lick your lips as you open your eyes to the sight above you. Jenna, lips fused against Sabrina’s. Kissing her hungrily, and single hand flicking desperately across Sabrina’s hard nipples. Sabrina’s hand trails down Jenna’s stomach, and slips out of sight between her legs.
You bite you lip, and though your chest is still heaving with the force of the orgasm Jenna has just given you, you can’t help but help the surge of arousal that settles through you at watching them.
“I’m going to cum again if you two keep kissing like that,” You say, voice heavy. You brush one hand over Jenna’s arm, the other reaching out to brush the blonde hair out of Sabrina’s face.
Sabrina grinds down against your stomach, smiling against Jenna’s lips. She breaks the kiss, trailing her lips over Jenna’s neck, fondly.
“I think our girl needs to cum first, baby,” Sabrina tells you, her voice coy, “She’s so wet.”
You bite your lip. Rub your hands down Jenna’s stomach and sink a little lower to feel.
She’s drenched. She gasps as you flick your fingers over her clit and Sabrina sinks down to press her lips to Jenna’s collarbone.
“Lie back, darling,” Sabrina says, voice husky as she nips as Jenna’s neck, “Let us look after you.”
You half think you’ll have to fight Sabrina off to get in between Jenna’s legs. She’s greedy like that when you’re all naked like this. But Sabrina presses Jenna into the bed and leaves a lingering kiss on her lips, then she’s kissing you.
It’s easy, almost too easy.
“Make her see stars, baby.” Sabrina commands, voice coy as she slips off the bed.
You don’t have to be told twice.
You sink between Jenna’s legs. Jenna’s watching, dark eyes hooded and her mouth open. She’s so wet it’s spilling onto her thighs, and she shivers as you use your tongue to lap up her juices.
You slowly kiss your way up to where she wants you. Her chest is steady, but her clit is pulsing. And when you finally move your lips to press against her folds, she lets out a long moan that makes your belly coil.
Sabrina’s hands have left you, and maybe if you weren’t doing this, you’d wonder where she’s gone off to.
Jenna groans as you circle her clit. You watch her, eyes dark as her cheeks redden. The steady pulse of her chest gives way to a quiet heave. Her tiny, concentrated moans turn into loud gasps. You slip two fingers inside her and curl. You’re five circles away from having arching her back when you feel it.
Something hard against the back of your thigh. Then Sabrina’s hands on your waist. She kisses up your back, settling on the nape of your neck.
Your mouth on Jenna steadies.
And then you feel Sabrina’s hands on your hips, shifting you onto your knees. You furrow your brows, and then feel it again. There’s no mistaking it this time. It’s a strap-on, Sabrina’s favorite toy. She giggles as you turn your head, sharply, spreading your thighs apart with her hands.
And then it’s on you.
“That feels big,” You gasp, as Sabrina trails it through your folds, “Is that new?”
“You can take it,” Sabrina assures, hands firm as she tilts you onto your hands and knees, “Jenna’s been warming it up for you, haven’t you baby?”
Your eyes lock to Jenna’s open mouth.
Her dark eyes are full of want. She stokes your cheek.
“I told you she’s been making me sore.” Jenna says, though she smiles, and runs her hand through your hair.
“Sore?” Sabrina scoffs, “I’ve been making her scream, YN.”
Jenna’s eyes flicker. You gasp as Sabrina tilts the head of the dildo down your folds, then sharply tilts it up brushing your clit.
Jenna’s hands cup your cheeks.
“Go easy, babe,” She tells Sabrina, “Work her into it.”
“I look like a rookie?” Sabrina says, voice sly, as she brushes the cock against your entrance, “I’ve been slinging this around for months now.”
Your stomach flips as you catch Jenna’s eyes. You know that look. It’s one you shared often. The oh-my-god-our-girlfriend-is-a-literal-tornado look. It was cute, at times. Now, when you can feel the heavy girth of what your girlfriend is trying to put inside you - it makes you slightly nervous.
“Be gentle,” Jenna commands, as she glances over to Sabrina with warning in her eyes.
But you haven’t been properly fucked in months. Your nipples are hard and your pussy is so drenched you can feel it dripping down your thighs. Sabrina’s trailing her fingers across your thighs in that way that makes you shudder. Jenna’s below you, warm and wet and ready for the taking. You’re exactly where you want to be.
You press a warm kiss to Jenna’s thigh, and look over to her. There’s reassurance in your eyes, and you can tell she gets the message by the way her eyes soften. Her lips turn upwards, and she touches your cheek.
“Don’t be gentle,” You murmur, turning back to lock eyes with Sabrina, “Fuck me hard, baby.”
Sabrina’s eyes light up.
She leans down to kiss you, wet and dirty, “That’s my girl.” And she punctuates it with a slap against your ass.
You turn to Jenna, her eyes are pretty, bemused.
“Your funeral.” She murmurs, stroking your cheek.
“Don’t worry, Jenna,” Sabrina says, voice coy, “You’ll be taking it at the wake.”
Sabrina grips your hips with one hand, and tugs you back to her. You groan as you feel the head of the dildo against your entrance.
Jenna’s brushing your hair out of your eyes. Your cheeks flush as Sabrina slides into you. You gasp, mouth falling open.
Despite her bravado, Sabrina does take it easy on you. At first.
Her hands rub your lower back reassuringly as she gently slides herself in. It’s thicker than you’re used to. Your breath catches as she rubs your thighs, easing herself in until she’s flush against you. You pant at the dull ache of her filling you up.
As Sabrina lazily strokes your clit, you turn your attention back to Jenna. Settle your mouth back over her clit, taking great pride in the way it makes her gasp.
You work your fingers, tongue skating across her clit.
Sabrina lets you get used to her for a moment. And then she’s moving her hips.
It burns a little, despite how wet you are. You groan into Jenna’s clit and the sound against her has her jutting her hips up. Sabrina rubs a reassuring hand over your back, and then thrusts back into you. You fingers slip, higher than intended. Jenna gasps.
She clenches tight around your fingers. Sabrina’s building a slow but steady rhythm. Her hands grip your hips keeping you in place, not letting you run. Jenna looks down at you, a little desperate.
“Please.”!She murmurs, and she doesn’t have to ask twice.
The ache between your legs lessons with each movement of Sabrina’s hips, white hot desire replacing it.
Jenna is wet and needy beneath you, and so you dip your head down and take her clit between your lips. You suck, lovingly, her quiet gasps your reward.
It isn’t long before Jenna’s coming undone in your mouth. Her moans are quiet and steady, thighs clamping tight around your head as a fresh wave of wetness releases into your waiting mouth. You lap up every drop, pressing loving kisses to her hips and thighs as she recovers.
She’s still a moment, and Sabrina takes it as her cue. Her steady, gentle pace quickens. Until her hips are jutting into yours faster than you can take, and the wet slap of her skin hitting yours fills the room.
“Fuck,” You gasp, but you aren’t given much time to recover. Sabrina slows only a moment to pull you off your hands and knees, gripping your hips and tilting your head to capture your lips in a long kiss.
“Missed you,” Sabrina says, desperately when she retracts, pressing light kisses down the side of your neck and down your collarbones, “Don’t go away again, please.”
“Agreed.” Says Jenna. Her cheeks are tinted pink from her orgasm, her dark hair messy. She sits up, and rises to her knees to meet you, nipping at your lips with her teeth.
“I don’t plan on going anywhere right now,” You gasp, as Sabrina’s hips jerk and the dildo shifts dangerously close to your cervix, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
Jenna and Sabrina lock eyes. Your stomach flips. Each one of you has your own special language with the other, and you didn’t like so much not being apart of theirs.
You lean back into Sabrina, disrupt their eye contract by tilting your head and slipping your tongue into her mouth. She responds immediately, but sucking your bottom lip and slamming into you so hard it makes the entire bed shake.
You cry out. Jenna’s hands are on your hips, her lips fused to your neck. She drops her hand down to graze your hips, and then she’s rolling your clit with her thumb.
You cum embarrassingly quickly. It’s only minutes of Sabrina slamming her cock in you, Jenna rubbing you in all the right spots. Them taking turns kissing you, squeezing you.
As Jenna slips her tongue between your lips and Sabrina slams her cock hard into your pussy, your vision goes white. If they weren’t holding you, you’d probably fall face first into the bed.
You gasp, stars behind your eyes as Sabrina gently slows down, and Jenna presses lovingly kisses to the side of your neck. You sigh, falling back against Sabrina’s chest, eyes fluttering closed as she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, and then slides herself out of you.
Jenna pulls you forward, onto her. You listen to the steady hum of her heartbeat, body aching, but feeling so complete. Sabrina slides in beside you and nestles her nose against the nape of your neck.
“Welcome home, baby.” Sabrina murmurs. You yawn as Jenna scratches her nails against your scalp, “Don’t go away again.” She presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Too long.”
“Fuck me like that every night and I may consider it.” You say. Sabrina squeezes your hips.
Summary: Whilst hard launching your relationship at the AMA’s, your girlfriend is struck with her time of the month. Girlpeen!Sabrina
Pairing: gp!Sabrina Carpenter x fem!reader
Warnings: full moon gp!Sabrina, smut, semi public sex, edging, breeding kink if you squint. Filthy, filthy you’ve been warned.
Word count: 5.2k
AN: i don’t know. I think I was ovulating
The cameras flash, place ablaze with music, celebrities, cameras and all the scandal of Hollywood gossip.
Over in the corner, Kylie Jenner is making out with Timothee Chalamet. Beyoncé tells Taylor Swift something that makes her mouth fall open. Tate and Laroi are talking with Billie Eilish, and there’s even buzz Justin Bieber might make an appearance at Jay Z’s afterparty.
It’s not your first time at the American Music Awards, but it is your first with your girlfriend of eight months.
She’d been giggly and nervous as she led you down the carpet, posing for pictures and pressing the gentlest of kisses to your cheek. The paparazzi shrieked, and the cameras flashed as if the kiss was for them and not you.
So she’d pulled you close and murmured that she loved you, for only you to hear.
You’d met at an event like this, all uncomfortable dresses and uncomfortable small talk. Celebrities half drunk, half high, always scanning the room for the cameras for their chance at the perfect photo opportunity.
Sabrina had been a breath of fresh air. Funnier than you’d known. Charming, but aloof. Made herself available to you in only small moments. Gave you a glimmer of herself before withdrawing.
Made you chase.
But you’d chased and caught her and now here you were together. You taking centre stage, performing the first single off your new album, and her watching. Her purse in your seat to reserve your place, and a wide, proud smile across her lips.
“YN, everybody!” The presenter calls out, and the crowd placates you with a smattering of applause and cheers.
“So amazing,” Your manager gushes as he hands you a bottle of water, “Even better than soundcheck. Even better.”
But you’re not listening as well as you could be. You’d seen your girlfriend looking whilst you were performing, head glancing over to her before you could stop yourself. Her pull to you was magnetic. You miss her, as stupid as it sounds, and you don’t want to leave her lonely for a second longer.
“Gotta get back, thanks Tom!” You say, and dip back into your dressing room to change.
There’s a twenty minute break between filming when you finally make your way back into the sea of celebrities. Sabrina hasn’t moved, despite the flock of people around mingling. Some of which are her friends. She’s sitting in her assigned seat, pressed forward, handbag over her lap. She’s frowning, lips pursed. Like she’s trying to figure out how to navigate a particularly hard puzzle.
Your brow creases.
“Hi baby,” You say as you slide back into your seat, arm reaching for her shoulder. Her frown lessons as you press to kiss her, and then she’s looks over at you, somewhat sheepish.
“You were amazing babe,” She says, stroking your cheek, “I loved your performance. You’re the best one hands down.”
She kisses you once more.
“Thank you, Sab,” You say, “But what’s wrong?”
She bites her lip and shoots a look around. You tilt your head.
“Time of the month,” She mumbles, looking embarrassed.
You blink.
Time of the month only meant one thing.
“I don’t get periods,” Sabrina told you, eyes wide and fearful, like you were going to leave her on the spot, “When it’s my… time of the month- I get something else.”
Something else had turned out to be a seven inch cock, curved slightly at the end, pink at the tip.
Her eyes had watered like you were going to leave her.
But Sabrina was Sabrina, the same girl you’d fallen for not matter what weird moon cycle determined what was between her legs.
You kissed her slow, languid.
Told her you loved her.
And things had been perfect ever since.
“Alright,” You say slowly, brushing her hair out of her eyes, “That’s okay. We knew it was coming. That’s why you’re in suit.”
You rub your hands over the lapel of her jacket fondly, press another kiss to her cheek.
“Mmm,” Sabrina says, voice strained, “But um- I don’t think I… I don’t think I considered just how much I would like your performance.”
She’s not looking at you, she’s chosen a particular portion of the stage to consider while you snort.
“You’ve got a boner?” You tease gently, and her head snaps around.
“Shhh, babe-“
You run your hand across her jaw.
“It’s all right,” You say, entwining your fingers, “The show’s only a few more hours-“
“I won’t last hours,” Sabrina says, squeezing down on your fingers, eyes wild, “Either I’m going to cum in my own pants or blue ball myself until it falls off, and I don’t like either possibly.”
You bite your lip.
“You want to go?” You ask, quietly.
“I can’t leave now,” Sabrina says, “Just after we hard launched? What would that look like? My manager will kill me.”
Your eyes scour the room. There’s twenty minutes left until the award ceremony resumes, and no line to the women’s rest rooms.
Sabrina meets your eyes like she knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“Come with me?” She asks, “While I take care of it?”
“Always.” You murmur against her lips, “Come on.”
She stands, handbag firmly pressed against her own lap, and shuffles behind you as you lead her to the bathroom.
Trying to navigate your way through a crowd of your peers undetected is a skill you’ve not quite mastered.
You lead, tugging Sabrina with you by your hand. Dua Lipa stops you first, with a warm smile and compliment on your performance.
“How have you been?”
“I’m so good,” You say, and you can feel Sabrina’s hand tighten around yours, “But actually, we have to speak with a producer quickly, I’m sorry. Can I catch you later?”
“Jay-Z’s afterparty” Dua says with a wink, and touches Sabrina’s arm, “See you both there.”
It’s Chappell who stops you next, careening in from left field and enveloping you both in a tight hug. Sabrina catches your eye, panicked, her face flushed. But it’s not your first rodeo with this kind of thing.
You pull away, meeting Chappell’s warm smile with one of your own.
“You two are so cute,” Chappell gushes, “The masc/femme thing is giving.”
Sabrina swallows. Presses down into your palm urgently.
“So good to see you,” You murmur, lowering your voice, “And thank you so much but um- do you have a tampon? We have an emergency.”
“Oh fuck,” Chappell says, looking between you, “Of course. Here.”
She reaches into her purse and presses one into the palm of your hand.
“Thank you,” You say, and it is sincere. You’re only steps away from the bathroom and Sabrina is gripping your hand so hard you think it may just fall off, “We’ll catch up with you in a bit. We’re going-“
“Jay-Z’s,” Chappell finishes, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you there. Go!”
And you push into the bathroom, tugging your girlfriend close behind.
There’s a girl you don’t recognise on her way out. You tilt your head under the stalls, but it’s only you and Sabrina.
“I’ll be quick,” She says, pressing a kiss to your cheek but you catch her hand.
“I’ll come with you.” You assure, gripping her hips and pressing her inside. You lock the door behind you, the quiet buzz of the event sounding suddenly so far away.
“You don’t want to wait outside?” She asks, looking a little unsure.
You tilt your head.
“Do you want me to wait outside?”
She bites her lip.
“I just feel a little weird… getting off front of you.”
“It’s no weirder than me standing outside and listening to you get off.”
“I suppose that’s true,” Sabrina says, pulling her white button down shirt out of her slacks. Her cheeks are still flushed, her lips wet as you help her unbutton her shirt, pulling it open to reveal her white laced bra. Her abs are on full display, but your attention dips south when she unbuttons her slacks and lets them fall down her legs.
She’s gone for briefs instead of panties tonight - well aware of the time of month. She’s in Calvin Kleins, which had been a little big on her when you’d watch her slip them on. When what had been between her legs was her gorgeous pussy that you’d you’d so lovingly adored until her clit was swollen and her cum was spilling into your mouth you’d been pushed away because she was so overstimulated.
Now, the same Calvin’s look as if they might split.
It’s your turn for your cheeks to flush as your eyes dart to the outline of her cock. She’s thick and long, a surprising oxymoron to her stature, and the briefs aren’t big enough to hide the pretty pink tip of her cock which rises up past her bellybutton.
“This had to happen today,” She grumbles, “Not tomorrow when we have no plans and could have laid in bed all day.”
She sighs, but you’re not listening as well as you could be, eyes darting between the swell of her breasts and the bulge in her underwear.
“Sorry, babe,” Sabrina murmurs, pressing a kiss to your mouth, “This was supposed to be a romantic night. Our hard launch. Now you’re going to have to watch me jerk off into a toilet.”
You almost laugh, but then she slips her underwear down her legs and your mouth goes dry. Her cock springs out, hard and ready. As always, she looks a little self conscious, no matter how much reassurance you’d given her.
“Don’t apologise for a good time,” You say, a little breathless, “Besides, it’s my fault right?”
Her eyebrows quirk.
“Least I can do is lend you a hand.”
Something in her eyes flickers. The self consciousness is gone the moment you take her cock in your hands.
You tease the tip with your fingers and watch how her eyes roll back. This is your favourite part of the full moon. You knew her body inside and out, and you’d had a head start when it came to making her pussy cum. But her cock? It was just so simple. You stroke, you lick, and you’re rewarded with her cum spurting into her mouth. You barely ever have to break a sweat.
Almost like you haven’t earned a thing. When she’s like this, it’s you who has all the power.
And then you’re kneeling down like it’s something you were born to do.
“YN,” Sabrina pants, eyes widening as watches you, “We’re in a public bathroom. Anyone could come in-“
“Relax,” You say, and feel her body quiver as you press your lips to the bottom of her shaft, “I’m just lubing you up. What, did you think I was going to spit on my hand? I’m a classy girl, you know?”
Your tongue darts out to tease the head of her cock. She sucks in a breath, belly tightening.
“And if you don’t want anyone to know we’re in here,” You tease, her tip pressed to your lips, “Don’t make a sound.”
She does the exact opposite as you take the head of her dick into your mouth. A sharp exhale, followed by a low moan as you work your tongue. You look up at her with purpose, watch as her chest heaves and her jaw clenches, that single vein on her neck pulsating as she looks down to meet your eyes.
You suck once, then twice, and then gently take more of her. She’s too big to fill your mouth, so you lovingly work the first four inches until you feel her writhing, hands on the back of your head, trying to tug you closer and closer and closer.
You don’t break eye contact. She’s gone, she’s a mess, and she’s so easy. You know she loves your mouth, and you know how to work her into an orgasm so quickly it will leave her cum spilling down your throat in a less than two minutes and her pride ruined for weeks.
You could finish her off. You could clean up and head back to your seat and mingle until the cameras flickered back on. But you have twenty whole minutes and you haven’t taken her cock in over a month.
You have better ideas.
She juts into your mouth, your name on her lips when you pull back.
Suddenly, without warning.
Her cock leaves your mouth with a pop and her eyes fly open.
Her eyes flash, her mouth open.
Her blue eyes are wide, confused.
Her chest heaves.
“Hey, don’t stop,” She murmurs, stroking your cheek, pulling at your lips, “Baby, I was so close.”
You press a gentle kiss to her cock and then stand, smoothing your wrinkled dress over.
“Sorry,” You say with a shrug, leaning in to kiss her, “My knees were getting sore.”
You kiss her, slow, dirty. Savouring the thought of her tasting herself on your tongue.
She pulls back, skeptical.
“You were down there for less than a minute,” She says slowly, squinting her pretty blue eyes with suspicion.
You grin, press your lips to her neck.
“Are you admitting you were going to cum in less than a minute?” You ask casually, nipping her neck with your teeth.
She frowns, grunting unhappily as she looks over at you, “You’re evil.” She whispers against your lips.
You kiss her. Settle one hand across her hips, and then use the other to take her in your hand.
“If I’m evil, you probably shouldn’t let me do this;” You murmur, taking her earlobe between your teeth. You pump your hand, fingers working the tip. You feel her shudder, and her breathy sighs have your lips curling into a sigh.
“You’re definitely evil and don’t you dare stop.” She groans, and you take her lips in a searing kiss.
You work her hard, no intention of letting her cum. Her kisses are getting sloppy, messy, but you have seventeen minutes and there’s no way you’re letting her leave this stall with her satisfied and you left with a sticky, wet heat between your legs.
And perhaps she doesn’t know it quite yet - but she’ll know it soon. She will take you in this stall, if you have to edge her to the end of the universe before she does. And you could ask. There’s nothing Sabrina wouldn’t do for you. But it’s so fun to tease her into it. To make her want it so badly that your wants become her needs.
She grunts against your mouth, her stomach tightening and that’s your cue. Your hand falls limp, your grip on her cock loosening. She ruts into the air, only to find you missing, just as you detangle yourself from her kiss.
Her blue eyes are wide, outraged. She looks such a treat. Messy, blonde hair, lips red, lipstick smudged. Pink cock hard and spurting pre-cum, breasts spilling out of her bra.
“Sorry,” You huff, pulling away, like it doesn’t take everything in you to do so, “My hand got tired.”
“I know what you’re doing,” Sabrina says, voice breathy, eyes wild, “If you think you’re slick-“
You kiss her, slipping your tongue into her mouth and stopping the thought. She mumbles against you, words you swallow as you grip her hips, positioning yourself between her legs and letting her cock slip between your thighs. It hits you right there and you groan a little, shockwaves flooding through you. You were turned on - you knew that. But when she retracts, eyes wide and delighted, you realize just how obvious it is. Your panties are soaked, and she slips her hand between your legs, sliding a hand into your underwear.
“You’re so wet, baby, all that from just sucking my cock?” She murmurs against your lips.
She kisses you again, and you melt into her. Her hands find your hips, squeezing gently, and then she pressing a hand between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing gently. You shudder, groaning against her shoulder.
“So that’s what this little game is about, is it?” She murmurs, so softly, “Turning me on so you could have me where you wanted me?”
It’s dripping down your thighs, and you can hear your own wetness as she strokes through you. She’s hard and pressed against your stomach, entirely visible. Like a crowd of people could see. Your arousal? Less visible, but no less there. You kiss her hungry, and feel the smile creep across her mouth.
And then the door opens.
You still, and Sabrina pauses. The roar of the room is with you for less than a moment, before the door is closing and the click of heels against tiles reverberates through you. You can feel your heartbeat in your chest, the pulse of her cock pressed to your bellybutton.
No-one speaks, and you listen quietly, not daring to make a sound. The click of a door closing. Your eyes lock to Sabrina’s. Her pupils are blown, but she bites her lip.
“Shh.” She mouths. Her hands move, fervent, needy. She slips your underwear down your legs without any protest.
And then she reaches between your bodies and guides the tip of her cock across your clit.
You clamp down on her shoulders. Gripping so tightly your fingers turn white. Your face flushes and you bury your face in her neck, willing yourself to stay quiet.
She runs her cock back and forth across your clit, effortlessly, like this is easy for her. You hear the toilet flush and gasp out into her ear, just as she presses the tip of her cock to your entrance.
You pull back, gripping her neck, eyes wide.
“No condoms,” You mouth uselessly, as you hear the facet run, not dissimilar to the wetness dripping down your thighs. As if it made a difference. As if you hadn’t decided the moment you got into this stall that this is how you’d get her off.
She says nothing. Licks her lips as she moves her hips. Back and forth, from your clit your cunt, knowing just how well she’s driving you crazy.
The door swings open and the intruder is gone. Sabrina looks at you like she might devour you. She kisses you, hard and then pulls back. Her eyes are dark, all pupils, the blue of her eyes gone.
“I’ll buy you Plan B on the way home, baby.” She murmurs, “Let me put it in?”
You groan as she kisses your neck, and juts her cock against your clit in all the right ways. She grins, and then pulls back, and her smile is debauched.
“Turn around.”
It’s not the sexiest place she’s taken you like this, you think as she turns you around and you press your hands against the sides of the stalls. But her hands are slipping up your dress and palming your nipples, her lips on the back of your neck. Her cock is sliding between your pussy lips, head jutting into your clit and you really don’t give a fuck just how unclassy this is.
Ten minutes. You think as she slides herself inside you.
You’re prepared to take her, you’ve done it many times. But you’re not prepared for just how unforgiving she is. She grips your hips and sinks all seven inches in less than a second. You hate the way your body assists her. So wet, she does nothing but slides her hips closer. You cry out, her invasion sending shockwaves through your entire body.
The tip of her cock grazes your cervix, and your breathing stutters, your grip on the stalls wanes. Her arms grip tight around your waist holding you, and if she wasn’t, you might have just fallen head first into the rim of the toilet seat.
“Thought you could tease me, huh?” She taunts, though she stills her hips, giving your body time to accomodate her, “Thought you’d get away with it?”
“Oh fuck,” You groan, hands grasping fruitlessly at the sides of the stalls. Your entire body throbs, nipples hard, clit swollen with want, “You’re such a dick.”
“Didn’t catch that,” She murmurs, leaning down to press her lips to the back of your neck, “You said you want more dick?”
She pulls her hips back and pistons them back to you, her cock sending shockwaves through you. You gasp, and your knees give out. She grinds ever so gently as she laughs, low and sultry on your ear.
“Sorry baby,” She whispers, and presses a gentle kiss to your neck, “Lost my balance. Knees were hurting, you understand?”
You’re in no position to bargain with her. You’ve long given up your power. Your dress is hiked around your waist, cheeks flushed, and your pussy is so wet every thrust has her cock gliding into you effortlessly with no resistance.
Her lips press against your neck.
You groan, eyebrows furrowing.
“More,” You groan, “Please baby, more. We’ve only got ten minutes-“
Sabrina leans back. She cups one arm under your stomach and the other grips your ass as she steadies herself.
“We’ve got time.” She whispers into your ear. And then her assault begins.
Controlled at first. Dipping her cock as deep as she can get, taking each groan she makes you cry like a medal around her neck.
You meet her thrusts with your own, eyes sealed shut, gasping as you take her. Her hands find your ass, her breath ragged as she ramps up her pace.
A little quicker, a little less controlled.
You’re starting to sweat, strands of hair sticking to your forehead. The noises coming from your stall must sound debauched. You gasping, her groaning. The sound of her bare skin slapping against yours and she drives her cock deeper and deeper into your dripping pussy.
Six minutes, you think, though you’re not thinking. You’re scheming. Reaching your hands back over her ass, trying to control her, slow her down. Take as many minutes as you can get like this. You bent over, and your girlfriend buried deep inside you.
Fuck the AMA’s, fuck the press and fuck your own friends at this point. The only fuck you give is the one you’re getting. The one where Sabrina’s cock is buried deep inside you. Her hands gripping onto your hips, her thighs flush with yours and the sound of her voice - groaning, moaning, almost as pretty as she can sing.
“I’m close, baby,” She whispers breathlessly, fisting the material of your dress with one hand, the other driving mad circles around your clit, “Are you almost there?”
“No-“ You want to choke, want to lie but don’t quite make it.
Another quiet thud, followed by a ring of laughter. Sabrina stills instantly, all seven inches tilted exactly into your cervix.
You’d cry out in frustration it you remembered how to breathe.
“God, Ive been holding it ALL night,” It’s a woman’s voice, vaguely familiar. With your panties around your ankles, your dress hiked over waist and Sabrina’s cock buried deep inside you - you can’t bring yourself to think of who it is.
“Tell me about it.” It’s another voice.
You quiver, not daring to make a sound.
Sabrina is still, her hands gripping your hips so tightly. You can hear her shallowed breathing, though you hope no one else can.
“Hurry,” The first voice sounds,” We’ve got like five minutes.”
You shift slightly, tilting yourself up to stare back at Sabrina, eyes wide with panic. Five minutes, it hits you all at once. In your lust filled haze, you’d forgotten exactly how this looks. You and your new girlfriend, hiding away in the bathroom trying to act like you weren’t doing exactly what you were doing.
Sabrina looks over to you, smiles gently, and presses her index finger to her lips.
“Shh,” She mouths, and leans in, kissing you ever so slightly.
“Fuck your five minutes,” The voice grumbles as the toilet flushes, “Tell me everything. When am I going to get a wedding invite? And don’t tell me Benny’s too busy to pick out flower arrangements.”
It’s Taylor fucking Swift, you realize all at once. She’d mentored you once, Sabrina too. She’s moved out of the stall, and is washing her hands, completely unaware of exactly how entwined her mentees are.
“Benny could pick out flower arrangements on his sleep,” Says Selena, and only now you can recognise her voice. Sabrina’s runs a soothing hand over the back of your neck as your body twitches. Her cock throbs with the promise of an orgasm, and you’ve never in your life wished Taylor Swift to be gone so badly.
“So what’s the hold up?” Taylor asks, and you bite your tongue.
“There’s no hold up,” Selena says, and she sounds as exasperated as you feel, “Give me two months. Two months and you’ll have an invite.”
The hand dryer sounds.
Sabrina’s hips jerk.
You’d cry out, but her hand is snaked around your mouth, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Don’t make a sound.” She whispers, and then jerks her hips once more.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Taylor teases as she pries open the bathroom door. But you barely hear her. Your eyes are clamped shut, Sabrina’s rutting her hips like she’s warming up for a marathon. You feel her cock slipping in, then out, not enough to make you scream, just enough to make you clamp down on your own tongue.
And then the bathroom door shuts. Sabrina groans.
“Three minutes until airtime.” A man’s voice calls out on the speaker.
And then it’s quiet.
The tension leaves your body, Sabrina rubs your thighs and she leans over and kisses the spot between your shoulder blades.
“We’ve got to go, baby,” She murmurs, “You think you can take it hard?”
“Please,” You all but sob. Your body is on fire, your clit swollen, nipples hard. Your vision is hazy, and you feel like you might burst. You want to cum, you want her to cum, and if one more person interrupts, you might just hard launch the sounds of Sabrina fucking you raw in a toilet stall.
She reaches under your body and finds your clit, rubbing gently.
“In you or on you?” She asks, voice soft, her teeth grazing your shoulder.
“In me,” You gasp, turning back to face her with a glare, “Don’t you ruin my dress, Sabrina Carpenter, I swear to god-“
She captures your lips in a kiss. And it’s all the permission she needs.
You can’t help but cry out as she lets loose on you. Messy, wet slaps against your skin as her cock slips in and out, her hands on your hips, then your back and then in your hair.
You can still vaguely hear the buzz of the audience. But Sabrina’s messy sighs, the clap of your wet skin against hers and your own moans drown it all out.
“Oh baby,” Sabrina gasps, her brows tightening, her grip tight against your hips, “Oh baby I’m going to cum-“
“Cum, baby, please,” You groan,” Fill me up.”
Her body goes taut against yours. Her mouth falls open, slack. You feel her pulsate against you, thighs quivering, grip loosening as she lets it all go.
She offers a final, deep, messy thrust, before you feel her cock pulsate inside you. You feel the warmth of her orgasm as she spills herself inside you, her hands driving steady on your clit and it’s enough to send you careening off the edge and into a white hot orgasm.
She holds you through it, pulling you up and tilting your head to kiss you, swallow your moans. She rubs your clit until you’re overestimated, messy, and pushing her hand away.
“Fuck,” You say. You almost collapse against her.
She holds you for a moment, and then slips herself out of you, turns you around and pulls you into her chest, lips finding your sweaty forehead. You sink into her, wrapping your hands around her waist. Steadying yourself to the quick pulse of her heart rate. Your body thrums and thrums until it slows, grip on her undying, taking her lips into a long kiss.
“We’ve got like one minute,” She murmurs against your mouth, brushing your hair out of your eyes. She kisses you once more.
You’re a fucking mess. Your head is spinning, you KNOW your lipstick is smudged. The remnants of her orgasm are drizzling out of you and spilling down your thighs.
She cleans you up so diligently, grabbing as much toilet paper as she can hold and leaning down to wipe it clean. Pressing a kiss against your hip as she does so.
She looks perfect, if not a little flushed. Her neck is stained with your lipstick, but there’s not a hair out of place, and she’s tugging her pants back up her legs like she hasn’t even broken a sweat.
And then she appraises you.
“I need to fix your lipstick,” She says, somewhat apologetically, and pulls a tube out, pressing a hand to your chin to keep you in place.
“Me too,” You murmur as she does so, swiping your fingers across your tongue and rubbing the red marks of her neck.
“Hair?” You ask, dreading to think. She smooths it down, and strokes your cheek.
“You look perfect,” She says, pulling your dress down your hips.
“Panties are ruined,” You say, as she tries to pull them up your legs. They’re sticky, wet, and at this moment you’d rather risk flashing the entire audience than wearing them for the rest of the night.
She considers this, and pulls her trousers back down her legs.
“You can have mine,” She offers, slipping her underwear down her legs.
“One minute call.” You hear through the door.
She pulls her Calvin’s over your legs.
“Thanks for the hand baby,” She whispers, pressing a final kiss to your lips, “But we’ve got to go.”
You barely make it back to your seat in time. Your cheeks are red, and you must stink of sex. Chappell appraises the two of you as Sabrina leads you back into your seat, only a row from her, eyebrow raised.
But nobody else seems to notice. Sabrina’s hands wrap around your waist as the presenter takes his place, lights dimming.
She presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“God, I love you,” She declares, and her irises are back to blue, bulge in her pants gone, and she preens quite happily against your neck.
Bur you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Her problem has been taken care of, but her cleanup was preemptive. You’re still wet, sticky, and her cum drizzles out of you intermittently, soaking the fresh briefs she’d given you.
“My underwear is ruined again,” You say against the shell of her ear, so quiet no one else can hear, “We so are not going to Jay-Z’s afterparty. Straight to the pharmacy. I’m not ready to have a baby.”
Sabrina grins like she’s proud of her self, and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“Like you weren’t begging for it,” She murmurs, though presses a kiss to your forehead all the same.
“We need to start carrying condoms like tampons,” She murmurs, “I always forget I can get you pregnant sometimes.”
Sabrina presses a kiss to your lips, and then pulls back.
“Though I wouldn’t mind making you a mother.”
Your heart flips.
“Let’s get through our first award show together before we start rocking cradles.” You say.
The lights dim. Your girlfriend’s eyes glow. She squeezes your hand, and leans into kiss you, slow.
And then you feel a hand on your shoulder, and Chappell is in your ear.
“If you were horny, just say that,” Chappell jokes quietly, and your heart flips. But then she pauses, contemplating, “But for real - can I have my fucking tampon back?”
synopsis: your cottage getaway with Sabrina's family would be perfect...if she could keep her hands to herself.
word count: 1688
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pt. 1
Sabrina wakes up hot. Like sweating, limbs tangled, frustrated kind of hot. And you aren't by her side. There's a little sunlight filtering in, the room’s quiet, and all she can think is that if she had a dick, it’d be standing straighter than the fucking bedpost right now. She swears this must be what morning wood feels like.
Across the room, her best friend groans and stretches like a cat. Sabrina considers pretending to still be asleep, but Paloma beats her to it. “Morning, lover girl.”
Sabrina grunts in response, throwing an arm over her face. “She gone?” Paloma asks.
“Yeah. Ran off with my sanity.”
Paloma looks over and raises an eyebrow. “You were feral last night.”
“You were asleep.”
“I was trapped in hell. Your hell,” Paloma says, “All the heavy breathing and whispering, Sab, I was genuinely preparing to fake a seizure so you’d stop.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me,” she sings.
Sabrina flops back down dramatically, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to her suffering. It doesn’t. Downstairs, voices drift up—yours included. She's knows you're probably leaning against the counter, sipping coffee like you didn’t leave her with the worst case of blue balls in history.
And the worst part? She would probably do it all over again just to feel you pressed against her for five more seconds.
God, I need help, she thinks to herself. And by help, I mean for everyone to leave the damn cottage for one night. Not even a night. For five damn minutes. Is that so much to ask?
Later that afternoon, Sabrina's trailing behind on the hike, and it's not because she's tired. Not at all. It's because your ass looks unreal in those shorts. Her pupils are dilated, her palms are sweating, and every time you smile, her mind blanks and she can't seem to even remember her name. You're walking ahead with her parents, chatting about some cute shop in town that sells homemade jam and wildflower honey. Your laugh floats back to her, light and teasing, and she nearly trips on a rock.
Even with the little flower braided into your hair (courtesy of her mom), and the way you keep looking back to check if everyone’s still behind, all sweet and sunlit and perfect, all Sabrina can think about is pinning you to the nearest flat surface and taking you right there.
“Stop staring,” Paloma mutters beside her, nudging her with an elbow. “You look like you’re about to pounce and eat her.”
“I feel like I'm gonna die,” Sabrina sighs.
Paloma stifles a laugh. “You're down bad.”
Sabrina runs a hand down her face. “I need you to take everyone and go do anything that gets you out of the house tonight. Please. I’m begging you.”
She's met with a scoff and a, “You’re lucky I love you.”
Sabrina grabs her by both shoulders. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
The hike's winding down, but Sabrina's still lagging behind you just enough to catch your attention without being obvious. Her steps are lighter, like she’s floating on air, and that grin—God, that grin—stretches way too wide to be innocent. What could she possibly be up to now?
You catch her stealing quick glances your way, eyes sparkling like she’s barely containing a secret. The kind of smug smile that says she’s been scheming all afternoon and now it’s time to put the plan into motion.
You don’t need words to know what she’s thinking.
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After dinner, there's a subtle wink exchanged, and then Paloma, dramatic as ever, claps her hands. “Alright everyone, campfire and drinks time! Let's go, let’s move, I need s'mores and gossip!”
You’re already halfway to the door when Sabrina grabs your wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" she asks, a large grin plastered on her face, before leading you gently down the hallway, to the bedroom. The second the door clicks shut, Sabrina exhales like she’s been holding her breath for years.
Then she turns to you. “Fucking finally,” she growls. "you have no idea how fucking hard it's been to keep my hands off you."
Her mouth finds yours, before moving to your collarbone, then lower, peppering small kisses before she unhooks your bra and lets it fall. The second her lips wrap around your nipple, you can't help but let out a loud moan, fingers tangling in her hair. She sucks hard, tongue flicking, before pulling away. "Need you," she murmurs against your skin, "I need to taste you"
You laugh, breathless, but it’s cut off when she drops to her knees in front of you, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Sabrina—”
“No talking,” she murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. You barely have time to nod before she's yanking your shorts and panties down in one go. The cool air hits your bare skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of Sabrina's mouth between your thighs.
One hand grips your hip, the other keeping your legs apart, and then her tongue is on you, slow and deliberate, dragging through your folds like she’s savouring the taste. “God, you’re soaked,” she murmurs, voice thick. “All for me?”
You gasp, fingers tangling in her hair, and she devours you, lips sealing around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your legs shake. You moan, legs trembling, and she hums in satisfaction, the vibration making you see stars. She's sucking, licking, fucking you with her tongue like she's been starving for it.
And maybe she has.
Her name spills from your lips, over and over, like it's the only word you seem to remember. But she doesn’t let up. If anything, she doubles down, curling two fingers inside you while her thumb presses hard against your clit, and pleasure rips through you. The stretch burns so good, and you’re so close, so fucking close. Her tongue flicks faster and you might just come already.
“Come on,” she rasps against your skin. “Let me feel it.”
Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your back arching as you cry out her name. She doesn’t stop—won’t stop—until you’re squirming, oversensitive and shaking.
And still, Sabrina’s not done.
Her clothes are off now and she stands, her lips glistening, and drags you to the bed. You land in a tangle of limbs, her weight pressing you into the mattress as she kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. Her body is pressed against yours, skin burning where you touch, and you can still feel the slickness between your thighs. Sabrina's hands roam—gripping your waist, sliding up your ribs, then down again, fingers tracing the curve of your hip before dipping between your legs once more. “You’re still so wet,” she murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Think you can take more?”
She watches you carefully as you nod, before shifting to your right. "On your side," she demands, "and spread your legs for me."
She pulls you closer until you're facing each other, legs tangled, the intimacy sending a thrill through you. She hooks one leg over yours and you feel the heat of her against your skin. She's already dripping, her arousal evident, and when she grinds down, the friction makes both of you gasp. "Fuck," she breathes, her fingers digging into your hip and she rocks against you, "feels so good."
You mirror her movements and the sensation, the pressure of her rubbing against you with every shift of your hips, is electric. Sabrina's breath comes in ragged bursts, her forehead pressed to yours, lips parted as she chases the friction.
The angle is perfect, the rhythm slow and deep at first, then faster as desperation builds. You can feel every shudder that runs through her, every hitch in her breath when your movements hit just right. One of your hands slips between your bodies, fingers finding her clit, circling in time with the roll of your hips. “That’s it,” she pants, her voice weak. “Just like that.”
You can feel her trembling, her muscles tensing as she gets closer. Her breath hitches and her movements grow erratic. “Oh, fuck—” she chokes out, body rigid and eyes rolling back in pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her. Her thighs clamp around yours, her back arching, and the way she pulses against you is enough to send you over the edge right after. Your moans are muffled against her shoulder and she holds you through it, drawing out every last wave until you’re both breathless.
The room is a mess. The sheets are everywhere and your clothes are tossed all over the ground. You're still catching your breath, skin warm and tingling, heart pounding like it doesn't know how to stop. Sabrina’s tucked in close, half under you, one arm wrapped around your waist like she’s afraid you’ll float away if she lets go. Her hair's stuck to her forehead and her mouth is kiss-swollen, but she looks so damn happy. She exhales, soft and slow. “I’ve wanted that all weekend.”
You turn your head, meet her eyes. “Yeah?”
She nods, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I was fighting demons,” she grins. “You’d bend over to get juice from the fridge and I’d have to pretend I cared about jam preserves or whatever the hell my aunt was talking about.”
You laugh. “I knew you weren’t listening.”
Her fingers thread through yours, resting on your chest. “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“I missed you,” she murmurs. “I mean, I’ve been around you all weekend, but I missed this. Us. Just…I don't know. Being alone together.”
Your heart flips. You turn toward her, eyes searching hers in the soft lamp light. “I missed this too,” you whisper.
You lean in and kiss her—slow, soft. And when you pull back, she’s got that stupid grin again. “What now?” you ask, suspicious.
“Nothing,” she says innocently. “Just wondering how long it’ll take you to recover for the next round.”
You groan, flopping back on the pillow. “You’re insatiable.”
We miss you, and I definitely got scared you'd given this up or lost interest. But your clarity anr vulnerability in this time has been so welcome. We want nothing but the best for you. You deserve it💚
