thinking about Taylor, Sabrina, Olivia and Eiffel Tower position
Fun and Games
Pairing: Taylor Swift/Sabrina Carpenter/Olivia Rodrigo
Summary: Sabrina teases too close to the sun and gets a mouth -- and pussy -- full.
Content: 3rd POV, straight smut lol, Eiffel tower position, strap-on sex, dirty talk ('slut', 'whore', etc.) degradation. minors dni.
A/N: Found this in my drafts :)
"Aww, what happened 'brina? Thought you could take it?"
Taylor's teasing words were biting. If Sabrina didn't have her mouth full than she would surely have something snarky to say back to her. But here she is, stuck between Taylor and Olivia, with one of them in her mouth and the other deep in her pussy.
"She always acts so tough," Olivia murmurs to Taylor, "but look at how she's gagging all over it."
Olivia hand's each grabbed a fistful of Sabrina's hair, creating makeshift pigtails she used for leverage to fuck her face. She watched Sabrina's mouth leave her strap wet with saliva until it dripped onto her tits and further to the bed below them. It was too much for Sabrina to take, Olivia knew that, yet the blonde couldn't stand how they talked about her like she was nothing. This was her idea after all, they weren't suppose to have the upperhand on her.
The sounds of Sabrina gagging warped with the skin of her plush ass meeting Taylor's hips. Her pussy squelched around Taylor's strap to make the lewdest sound she's ever heard. With her tits swinging and mascara pulling around her eyes, she looked like a porn star.
"Fuck," Taylor breathes heavily, her eyes glued to where Sabrina's wet pussy is taking every inch she has to give her. Her pink pussy works to stretch around the thickness of the strap, but Sabrina takes it like a champ. "Look at our little princess getting fucked like a cheap slut," Taylor groans. She couldn't help but berate Sabrina a little bit, which doesn't just turn Sabrina on, but Olivia too. The brunette finds herself gripping Sabrina's hair tighter and fucking her face a little harder.
Sabrina was so pretty and pink, wrapped like a present in a bow, when she came to them. She pushed things to go this far, pouting when she sensed even the tiniest bit of hesitance from either of them. All it took was pushing Taylor's buttons a little and the brat-tamer was coming out of the older blonde. Of course Olivia would follow her lead, finding her footing in taking control over Sabrina. Now her was too full to beg for more, but her moans spoke for her. She looked adorable, pushing herself back on Taylor's strap as if she wasn't getting enough.
The two worked within a rhythm with each other. As Taylor thrusted into her weeping cunt, she propelled Sabrina's mouth deeper on Olivia's strap. And when it was Olivia's turn to make tears form in Sabrina's eyes, she pushed her hips forward and back went Sabrina on Taylor's strap. It was so fucking sexy to watch her on her hands and knees, at the whims of the two women fucking her brains out.
"Such a good girl," Olivia coos. As much as she couldn't wait for her turn to get into Sabrina's pussy, she loved seeing those big beautiful eyes go wide with lust. She saw how Sabrina relaxed and give up all of her control over to them. "Sluts like you know how to take it."
The degrading words turned her own more than the possessive grip of Taylor's hand on her ass. She truly felt like a slut and it left her feeling soaked. She was desperate to get her hand between her shaking thighs so she could rub her clit. Their words only got nastier when they realized how greedy she was. Two straps overwhelming her completely, and it still wasn't enough. Taylor brings a hand down on her ass causing Sabrina to jump. The stinging sensation only added to her pleasure and made her cum embarrassingly hard. Taylor watched as her pussy creamed around her strap, leaving the trail of evidence all over the rubbery toy.
"Good fucking slut, keep cumming for us."
Sabrina's moans are still muffled by Olivia's strap. She pushes in so deep that the rubbery balls hit her chin, and Olivia holds her there while she rides out her orgasmic high. It's so overwhelming, her throat just as full as her pussy. She felt like a whore, sloppy and dripping with arousal.
If there was one thing Taylor wanted most it was to look like she wasn't bothered by whoever was on your arm tonight.
You two agreed that having mutual friends wouldn't be a problem at all, that you are both "mature" and can "handle" being around each other after your almost-relationship fell apart. Taylor walked around as if nothing about what was happening could phase her, but she was lying to herself. She would look at your post and watch your instagram stories over and over again, looking to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar silhouette. The healthier thing to do would be to not go looking at all, but she did. She looked and every time she saw something she didn't like she felt a weird thump in her chest. She carried around that jealousy for days and eventually forgot about it; until it was time for her to hurt herself again.
To be her and this pathetic was embarrassing. It makes her feel low and when she's in a low place she acts out. She had raised her skirt to be a few inches shorter and pulled down her top. There wasn't any guarantee that you were going to budge or want her back. She was the one who had ended things, so you were well within your rights to do what you want, but she was in one of those moods where she wanted fuck everything up.
She had been eyeing you and whoever that is with you all night until she walked away leaving you alone by yourself. Taylor was bold to walk across that room and place herself right in front of you. You had no choice but to accept her presence, after all you two had agreed that you can be around each other without any problems
"Y/n! Hey!"
Taylor gets close as if the music is too loud for you to hear. You looked surprised to see her, which she liked because it means she has the upperhand.
"Hey, Tay! I didn't know you were coming. Syd didn't tell me you were coming."
Tay
A nickname many people called her, but it sounded so different coming from your mouth. The single syllable always came out of your mouth so soft and sweet and reminded her of moments when you two were alone, together.
"You know I always come to anything Sydney throws." Not exactly the truth, but you weren't going to challenge her on it which is exactly why she said it.
Taylor thought about playing nice and coy tonight, but she got straight to the point.
"So, who did you come with tonight?"
Your eyes go wide and you try to stumble through getting a sentence out. You were allowed to do what you want, but you feel like you've been caught.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, c'mon. I'm not dumb Y/n. I saw that girl you were with. Is she your girlfriend?"
You look away unable to answer because she got you. You didn't know how to answer. You were just seeing that girl in the same way you were just seeing Taylor before her, but admittedly it wasn't the same. Everything was so fun with Taylor, electrifying, and you feared that you would be searching for that with everyone you tried to date after her.
"Is that why you watch my stories? To see who I'm with?"
"Well, is she the shadow I see?"
Taylor always had the upper hand whether it be her getting the last word or making your heart beat uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to move on, you wanted her so bad. You two wanted things to work out but there was an underlying feeling that you two specific people would never be able to work in the way you want it to. But sex didn't require further thought on the status of one's relationship.
"Taylor. Are you really going to do this to me?"
The look in your eyes, the sound of your voice; she's got you. She keeps the shit eating grin off of her face, but she's beaming on the inside when you silently agree to ditch her date and go back to Taylor's place that was blocks away.
'You always know how to get someone into trouble while keeping your hands clean.'
You had told her that just a few weeks after knowing her. On your second day of meeting each other you were pinned to a wall with her hands down your pants. She rubbed you in the most magical way and made you cum in record time. You were embarrassed sometimes by how bad you wanted her; it offsets her embarrassing tactics to get her way.
What you missed most about Taylor was how she kissed you. She grabs your head in the most possessive way as if you would dare move away from her. She always kissed you hurriedly like you would you disappear within seconds. You found the overwhelming desperation to be endearing somehow. Her name and status left you a little enamored with her, but seeing her stripped down into her rawest form, a ball of need and desire, made you see right through her. It seemed like she needed this more than you, something that you enjoyed even though it would be a little wrong to admit out loud.
"I missed the way you taste," Taylor moans between kisses. She meant more than just the way your lips taste. She wanted to kiss and lick your skin, and to taste the sweetness between your legs. She was dominant when she got like this and you let her takeover pleasuring your body.
Taylor peppered your neck with kisses before grazing the skin with her teeth. You inhale sharply and suck your stomach in. You don't exhale until she pulls your top down to reveal your tits. 'Of course' she thinks to herself; you weren't wearing a bra tonight. The idea of you anticipating running into her excited her. She needed you to want her just as much as she wanted you.
"I want to make you cum so bad," she confesses. You spread your legs without even thinking, wanting the same thing as her.
She sucks one nipple for a few seconds before licking the skin between your tits. You bite your lip and moan in pleasure. You feel your body sinking into the softness of her bed as she moves lower. She loves that you wore a short dress that gives her better access. She pushes it up to reveal your black, lacy panties. She can vaguely see your pussy through the material, but she knows that you're wet.
She kisses your pussy through your panties just to be able to watch you lose your mind. You moan loudly for her. The moans get breathier each time she kisses your clit. She licks you once and you can feel her saliva come through the material. Each kiss makes you shake, but what feels the most intimate is when she kisses your inner thigh. She knows just how sensitive your skin gets when you're this turned on. You shiver under her touch. She tweaks your nipple with one hand and rubs her hand up and down your stomach while teasing your pussy.
All she wanted was a little taste, but her hunger was growing. She pushed the fabric to the side and licked your bare cunt.
"Such a pretty pussy," she coos into you.
You throw your head back and cry out for her.
"Fuck Taylor...fuck, fuck, fuck."
Your cries sound better than any melody she could compose, paired with how sweet your pussy taste. She was obsessed, and she doesn't know how she could've ever let this go -- let you go.
'Just a little taste...just a taste'
She has to remind herself of her own pleasuring rumbling inside of her, the pleasure she craved that made her bold enough to ask you to leave your date at the event. Taylor has spent her days just enjoying herself between her legs, proving herself to be an unselfish lover. Today she wouldn't be selfish, but she feels too feral to take her time.
Her skirt comes up to reveal her bare pussy. You wore no bra, she wore no panties, you two were like the last two pieces to complete a puzzle.
You can't help but nearly jump into her arms after you sit up. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her. Once again, she grabs your head and kisses you back with intense passion. Her tongue slides into your mouth as she holds you tightly against her body with her arm. One hand comes running down your side and to your ass. She grabs your soft flesh before she pulls at your panties to get them off. The feeling of soft lips crashing against each other and caressing touches made you explode, but your pussy missed her touch. You absentmindedly humped the air but that wasn't satisfying enough.
Taylor knows you well enough to be able to sense your hunger. She pushes you back down onto the bed, your tits jiggle as you fall back. She straddles you, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto you. Feeling the mix of your juices makes you melt and moan. She grabs onto your leg for leverage and begins to hump your pussy. She kisses the tense muscles in your calf before she begins to moan herself.
"Fuck your pussy feels so good!" She cries out.
Taylor began to move her hips so fast that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like all the times one of you have fucked each other from behind with a strap-on. You could feel the mess created by the two of you seeping on to your thighs. You loved how messy and sticky you two got when you rubbed your pussies together. You were hooked on the rhythm she set; steady, but not too slow.
She loved watching you beneath her. The sight of your tits moving with each thrust and how you threw your head back in pleasure. Your pleasure was at her mercy and she loved it. Your tits moved faster and your body jerked when she picked up the speed. Taylor could feel the pleasure deep in her stomach and it was ready to make its appearance. She was moaning almost as loud as you are.
"Fuck...you're going to make me cum!"
"Taylor!"
Every cry that was plucked from your throat made her weaker and weaker for you. Your eyes were shut tight and your head moved from side to side in the throes of pleasure. You looked so beautiful, and she loved watching you. It made her cum hard against your sweet pussy. Every inch of you turned her on so much.
You feel her gush against your sex and a few seconds later her contagious pleasure makes you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin on her hips ensuring that you will leave a mark there. Taylor wasn't the only one obsessed because the rush of endorphins almost made 'I love you' slip past her lips. You had enough sense not to let lust cloud your judgment and you just moaned her name instead.
"I can't get enough of you," she whispers against your skin. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch that she's not done.
"I wanna fuck you Taylor."
"You just did," she laughs breathlessly.
"No, I want to fuck you."
She now understands what you are insinuating.
"I want to fuck you, Y/n."
Taylor missed the way you reacted when she filled you inch by inch. She'd slowly watch your brain melt into a puddle as the stretch set little fires off inside of you. And the sounds of your body meeting together in desire always filled the room. You two got a little taste of it early when you rubbed pussies.
You mull over which you would enjoy more, fucking her or her fucking you? Your orgasm was so good, but left you wanting more. You see the look in Taylor's eyes you and know she's going to be adamant about wanting to fuck you, so you let her. She uses the strap you always loved and lines it up with your sopping entrance. You hold your breath as you watch her slide in. It's been so long since you've been split open like this, you could cry tears of joy.
"Oh god...don't stop!" You're already whining for her and she's barely gotten started.
"What happened to your manners?"
She pushes into you painfully slow until the tip hits the soft, spongy sweet spot inside of you. She pulls out just as slowly too, teasing you to death.
"Please! Please, Taylor, I need you so bad!"
You couldn't even hold an ounce of shame in your body if you tried to. It felt way too good. And you let her know that by moaning loudly with each thrust she was kind enough to give you. Taylor couldn't stay at that slow pace forever, she was desperate to fuck you open. She began to pound into you, her strap bullying your poor pussy every time. Feeling you cling to her was better than anything else in the world. You needed her to keep filling you up so bad and she wouldn't dare stop until you were cumming all over her strap.
"You missed this, didn't you?"
You turn your head to the side to avoid her gaze. You couldn't speak, but your moaning spoke for you. Of course you missed this. You had a chemistry with Taylor that felt rare to find. The girl you've been seeing for the last few weeks...she was kind, but she wasn't Taylor -- she wasn't what you needed.
Taylor played with your tits while fucking you. They moved in an almost hypnotic way that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She loved how they would harden instantly in her mouth whenever she sucked on them. She loved how wet she could make you just from caressing them.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Taylor thinks to herself, 'already?'
You had came not even more than 10 minutes ago, but your pussy was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand much more. Your walls tightened around her strap, and one more poke at your g-spot and you were cumming all around the rubber toy. You mewled and arched your back like into the air. Your body went stiff as you somehow came harder than before. Pure waves of pleasure washed over you and cleared away all of your reservations about Taylor and where you two stand. When you came down from your high, your mind was spotless.
The two of you were often able to multiple last rounds with each other, but tonight felt different. You just wanted to lay there with her, limbs tangled together, and she wanted the same thing. The stillness of her bedroom brought her closer to sleep. Until you speak up.
"No."
"No, what?"
"She isn't my girlfriend."
Despite physically having you for the night, the answer to her question satisfied Taylor more than anything.
A/N: I had like two other requests for a Sabrina/Olivia threesome so I'm just combining them into one ask :)
You told them that it wasn't a competition, and they shouldn't treat it as such. Their dislike for each other was still palpable, but if you were to tell them the truth it was that you didn't care for either of the deeper feelings they harbored for each other. Being friends with both of them gave you a unique expressive; you thought they should get over it. Right now none of that mattered, you just wanted to get laid. They happened to be the only people available when you called to alleviate your Saturday night boredom.
Olivia had asked for reassurance that if she went participated she wouldn't have to do anything with Sabrina. You told her that was completely fine but something must've switched in her brain because she lays under Sabrina, her pink nipple in her mouth while you stand behind the blonde and fill her with the inches of your strap-on. Maybe a threesome was a good exercise in getting along. Sabrina was too lost in the feeling of your hips smacking against her ass to care about her issues in the past with Olivia. She was adding to her pleasure, sucking her tits while you pounded her, so the least she could do was show her gratitude. She pries Olivia's legs open with just one hand and finds her pussy. Her slender fingers rub her clit for a few seconds, as a warm up, before sliding into her opening. Sabrina felt a little smug feeling how wet Olivia was. Her pussy was warm and inviting of her fingers.
Seeing the get along and play nice had you feeling a little proud of yourself. If this was a few months or even a year ago this would've never happened. Time heals all wounds they same. Maybe a threesome with your shared fuck buddy does too. You fear there would be some weirdness to this that would ruin the night, but Olivia and Sabrina seemed to be enjoying each other more than you. They were making out, something initiated by Olivia, while you were still inside of Sabrina.
You slowed down your thrusts into Sabrina before completely pulling out. The two were still making out with Sabrina completely unphased by the action. Dare you say you were...jealous? You can't even count on two hands the number of times you've fucked Sabrina all those times you two were single at the same time she was always so needy. She would whine at a simple pause in thrust and the complete absence would make her beg for it. But she was too occupied with her tongue down Olivia's throat to complain. When she moaned it was because Olivia caressed one of her boobs, her thumb brushing against her hard but sore nipple.
To take control again you switched positions. You sat against the couch with the two on either side of her. Sabrina's juices made your strap slick and shine in the light. Olivia grabs it by the base and wraps her lips around the tip before you even have to ask her.
"Good girl," you purr. If Sabrina was usually the needy one, Olivia was the obedient one.
"I bet she never thought she'd lick me off of your cock," that teasing side comes out of Sabrina. It's the side that you sometimes have to fuck out of her.
You give her a look, one that tells her to 'play nice.'
"You better get down there before she takes it all."
Sabrina gives her a small pout, but when she looks down at Olivia with the strap down her throat she feels like she's missing out. Olivia looks up at her and beckons her over. Sabrina joins her with a big smile on her face. She sticks out her tongue and Olivia taps the strap against her tongue. Her favorite thing in the world was tasting herself off of your strap-on, but everything was so much sweeter when it was Olivia who was the one feeding it to her. Olivia grabs the back of Sabrina's head and pushes it down on the strap. It happened so quickly that the air rushed out of her mouth when the tip hit the back of Sabrina's throat. She gagged on it and a felt tears well in her eyes. She was always so good at taking every inch in both her mouth and pussy, but Olivia's action had surprised. It was a little mean, Olivia would admit, but she liked seeing how the tears mixed with Sabrina's eyeliner and ruined her pretty little face.
She does it once more before letting up on the blonde and going back for another taste of the strap. She sucks on the sides and Sabrina does the same. Their tongues occasionally bump together as the dance around the sides of the strap, collecting every job of Sabrina's arousal that is left. Olivia moaned at the taste which delighted Sabrina to her core. She wasn't just enjoying your company, but also Olivia's.
Now it was Olivia's turn. Watching you fuck Sabrina left her feeling insatiable. The blonde was a bit of a cock-hog and Olivia didn't say anything about it, but now she was making sure she was getting some fun too. She straddles you, Sabrina holding the strap still for her and guiding it towards her wet pussy. The tip spreads her open and she eases herself down, inch by inch, until she was fully in your lap. It might've been the biggest thing she's ever taken in her pussy and it was pure heaven. She grabbed onto the edge of the couch behind your head and turned her head and looked down to try to watch herself take your strap.
"Move on her strap Livvy," Sabrina encourages her. Her hand landed on Olivia's ass to guide her up and down. You laid back as Olivia did all of the work. She worked herself up to a steady pace, one that made her a moaning mess. "Ride her dick baby," Sabrina continues. She loved seeing Olivia work hard to make herself cum.
Her tits were right in your face so you took one of her nipples into your mouth. You didn't think Olivia could moan any louder but her voice filled the walls of your bedroom. She fucked herself hard on your strap, but it wasn't until your grabbed her ass with both hands that it was really rough. Each poke at her sweet spot brought her closer to cumming. She could feel Sabrina's hands on her, touching every inch of her exposed skin and occasionally slapping her ass. The force she used told Olivia that even though she was playing "nice", she was still going to find out a way to take out some of her aggression. It's only fair for what Olivia did earlier.
Olivia is going to be a little embarrassed later to admit that the stinging pain from Sabrina's hand caused such a rush in her body that she came right then and there. The last moan to leave her body was weak and pitchy. You know from your times alone before that she was cumming, but Sabrina watched in awe as Olivia came. She felt totally responsible for it and it went straight to her ego
Summary: She's not supposed to come around anymore but that doesn't stop her from coming in the middle of the night, surrounded by candles, a cracking vinyl, and heavy rain
Content: lovers to exes, heavy on the angst!, D/s elements, strap-on sex (they just get right into it), unhappy ending.. minors dni.
It feels as if it has been raining for months when really it has just been two days. The downpour was relentless, nearly flooding the streets and keeping people inside. Each raindrop that crashed against the window kept Y/n up later than she had wanted to be. She couldn't help but look outside her window, watching as a few cars passed through her street every 30 minutes. What was so important that people decided to drive out in this weather?
The droplets on her window obscure the street and house lights. Everything was a blur similar to how she felt whenever this kind of weather rolled around. She was stuck inside and stuck in her thoughts. This house was just so big and she was in it alone. With the threat of a severe lightning storm for the night, she decided that it was best to light some candles just in case the power went out. But she began to rely on them for her main source of light. The only thing she had going on right now was her record player softly playing a sweet melody.
'Anytime you're scared don't hesitate to call me. I don't care if the world is coming to an end I'll always find my way to you.'
Every drop that hit her window so harshly triggered a different memory that she had about times like this when she wasn't alone.
Y/n wasn't fond of the frequent, harsh thunderstorms of spring, but Taylor loves them. Ironically she said it was the perfect weather for thinking but right now that's the last thing Y/n wants to do. Her mind tends to wander to Taylor her no matter how hard she tries to distract herself. She's normally never scared, but each roll of the thunder shook her more than the last. She couldn't help but feel like she was being tormented, and reminded that this was all her fault. She was the one who fucked things up and because of that she may never see Taylor again.
It's not like Taylor would never try though. Against her better judgment, she was going to get what she wanted. She was an idiot to be out in this weather, but it pales in comparison to the despair felt being alone. The last two months have been hell. So much so that she drove an hour just to end up on Y/n's doorstep. Her pride was completely gone and she needed to be let in.
Y/n was startled to hear someone banging on her front door. It was akin to the sound of thunder outside. She wasn't sure expecting anybody, and she certainly wasn't in trouble, so she was hesitant. The person on the other side banged again but this time she heard them yell "it's me!"
“Taylor?!” Of all the people who could end up on the other side of her door in torrential rain, it seems both surprising and fitting that it’s her former lover. Y/n is speechless and her head begins to hurt at the mere sight of her. The rain is beating down on her hard but Taylor seems unphased by it. Being the person she is, Y/n wasn’t going to just let Taylor stand out in this torrential rain. She could get sick or something and she’d feel awful about it. Besides, she came all this way for a reason. She stepped to the side and that was all the permission Taylor needed to come in.
Everything is the same as it was the last time she was here a few months ago. Taylor wonders if it’s still the same because Y/n can’t be bothered to get rid of her things or if she knew she was going to come crawling back. Y/n watches her surveying the space and feels slightly embarrassed. Everything is a mess, like she hasn’t been taking care of herself or her things and that’s something she doesn’t want Taylor to see.
She turns around and they finally get to look at each other. She’s dreamed about Taylor so much in her absence but it’s not the same as the real thing. She looks worn out, and seeing her like that makes Y/n feel awful. It still feels like her duty to be the one to take care of her.
“W-why are you here?”
“I really don’t know.”
It was a poor excuse, but partially the truth. Taylor doesn’t know what possessed her of all nights to come. Maybe just to see her face? Or be around her? They’re not doing anything, just staring at each other like idiots, but she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
Y/n’s eyes look to the floor and Taylor follows the trail to notice that she’s leaving a puddle on her floor.
“Sorry,” she mutters.
“It’s alright.”
Y/n begins to help her dry off. Unsurprisingly she still has a few of Taylor’s clothes tucked away in her closet so she’ll have something warm to be in for the night. The implication that Taylor won’t be leaving tonight is unspoken despite that not being the healthiest idea for either of them.
“You can use the shower if you want. I’ll put whatever you want me to clean in the washer.”
She spoke to her in such a clinical manner. Taylor was trying not to come off as upset, but this felt so foreign to her. Nonetheless, she accepted Y/n’s offer and nods her head in the direction of the shower.
“I’ll leave them outside the door.”
She nods and leaves Taylor alone to take care of herself.
Seeing her face is admitingly unnerving, but what freaks her out even more is how natural it felt to slip back into the role of being her lover and taking care of her. Y/n was always the nurturer in the relationship. Taylor was a woman with a thousand things on her plate. She was truly larger than life when she was in the public eye, and only Y/n was allowed to peak inside and see her for who she is. Who Taylor is inside is a lost puppy who will come crawling back to her owner when the world got too mean. Someone so meek and unassuming had so much power over her Y/n didn’t like to reckon with that reality, but Taylor showing up in a downpour makes it too loud to ignore.
When Y/n goes to collect Taylor’s clothes she can hear the water from the shower beating down onto the shower floor. Steam escapes from the bottom of the door and she can feel the heat. Taylor always liked her showers hot which is why Y/n never joined her for one whenever she asked. She would playfully denied the requests, not wanting to feel the scalding water beat her skin. Never would she join her in all their years together, but some divine force compels her to open the door and go be with her.
Taylor doesn’t hear the door slowly crack open over the shower, nor the soft foot steps that follow. Y/n pauses just to watch the outline of her body move as the water washes the day off of her. ‘You’re intruding. She’s not going to want you’ some voice tries to talk some sense into her. Taylor is well within her right to reject her, but Y/n holds onto the fact that she’s always been a little desperate for her attention. She needs Y/n. She needs Taylor.
Y/n’s clothes fall to the ground and she slowly approaches the shower. She grabs the curtain and opens it, steam rushing into her face. Taylor immediately turns around and Y/n gasps when she sees the look on her face. The bewilderment that colors her features brings Y/n back to reality. Regret instantly hits her and she feels tears welling in her eyes.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“No, Y/n-“
Y/n rushes out of the bathroom before Taylor could stop her. However, she quickly steps out and is hot on her trail while haphazardly covering herself with the towel she laid out for her. Y/n’s heart was beating so fast she felt panic begin to wash over her. What she did was wrong. Everything.
“Y/n,” she calls out her name in hopes that she won’t try to hide from her. Her house is quite small, it won’t be hard to find her. She was shocked at her appearance in the bathroom, but Taylor wasn’t mad at her.
After finding an empty living room and kitchen, the last resort was her bedroom; the bedroom they often shared. Y/n was on the bed with a blanket covering her body. She wouldn’t look at Taylor as she approached her.
“Y/n.”
She was unresponsive to the call of her name. Completely frozen.
Taylor grabs her cheeks and makes her look up at her. For the first time in months she’s finally gets to look directly into those sweet eyes of hers. She has to stop a smiling from forming because she doesn’t feel like it’s the right moment, but God does she just want to fawn over Y/n like she is so use to doing.
“It’s okay,” Taylor’s voice is the softest it’s ever been. Y/n did nothing wrong even if she did scare the shit out of Taylor. But she can imagine that her showing up at her doorstep was more jarring.
Y/n just blinks at Taylor, having nothing to say for herself. Ever since she left she has felt like she has nothing to say; she doesn’t have a voice anymore. She remembers screaming at her in anger and hurting her throat so much that it was scratchy for days after. She stayed quiet to rest her voice but felt like she had nothing else to say after that.
“I’m sorry.”
Her voice is a little more steady than it was in the bathroom, but still Taylor hates to see her like this. This isn’t the Y/n she knows. It breaks her to see someone who was always so cheery to sound like they’ve been through hell and back. Y/n was always there waiting to pick up the pieces of Taylor when she came back to her broken, and now it feels like Taylor should do the same. However that’s not her place anymore.
“You don’t need to keep saying that. You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the one who showed up unannounced.”
Taylor just wanted to be close to her. She came here for a reason that aren’t nefarious, but it feels that way when her hand lands on Y/n’s bare back. She’s missed how warm and soft she is that touching her feels electric. She just wanted to talk to her tonight, but she didn’t expect to have the conversation while they two of them were naked.
“Why are you here, Taylor? You haven’t come around in months, why now? Why do you want to see me?”
Y/n almost expected Taylor to hate her. She ruined everything between them because she was scared. Their last moment together were of them saying downright awful things to each other. That was the last recent memory Taylor had of her and she still decided to come tonight.
“I can’t miss you?” She slightly jokes to hide her sadness. She’s spent over 60 days alone. The most interaction she’s had is with the checkout lady at the grocery store near her new apartment. There’s nothing on the walls of the new place she now calls home. Just the bland off-white paint. Saying she misses her would be an understatement.
“So you decide to show up in this weather?”
Hearing it from her reminds Taylor of how pathetic she is. She should feel some shame, but she’s so use to being laid bare with Y/n that she doesn’t feel an ounce of it.
“You don’t think me missing you is enough to explain why I did something like that?” Taylor is still in love with the girl in front of her, she would come to her even in a hurricane. “I don’t think I’ll survive if I stay away from you Y/n.”
“So what now? We’re supposed to get back together? Act like we never said those things to each other? We still dislike things about each other. It’s done. Everything is ruined.”
Y/n’s anger was rising, but she wasn’t mad at Taylor. She was mad at herself. Why had she let things turn into this? Their relationship was so good with the veneer covering it, but you can’t hide the cracks with that. It only took one thing to expose their weak foundation. Y/n felt this was a fucked up version of love while Taylor thought anything and everything could be worked out. They were never going to be perfect, but everything was so good, fixable. Taylor was the dreamer, the hopeful one of the relationship. She believed while Y/n couldn’t get past her own pessimism and self-loathing to see the world from Taylor’s perspective.
Taylor feels defeated and like they’re heading towards the same arguments they were having towards the end of their relationship. She feared that they would get caught up in this toxic loop and her memories of Y/n would be tainted. Taylor is always the one who stays too long but that’s because she needs people.
“It doesn’t have to be like that, Y/n! We don’t have to be mad at each other forever!” She was beginning to beg, embarrassingly so but she was desperate. “I forgive you for what you said. You were angry, and I…I forgive you.”
She knows it’s hard for her to say those words, but she says them as if they’ve been playing on her lips for a long time now. Y/n lets out a sigh of frustration. Taylor has her trapped again and she feels herself falling back into an old habit. They argue about something and then they fall into bed together. Despite how serious the moment is, Y/n feels that itch and she shifts uncomfortably. Taylor reads it as her not being able to handle the conversation.
“I didn’t come here to argue with you.”
“Then why did you come here, Taylor?”
She pauses for longer than she wanted to. When she brings her eyes up to look at Y/n, they’re glassy and unreadable.
“I don’t know. I really don’t know.”
Taylor recalls back to the moment Y/n barged in on her in the shower. She was standing there naked like she was just so ready to come in. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for them to be naked around each other they were dating, but now the action just seemed out of the ordinary. The outline of her naked body replays over and over in her head, and Taylor wouldn’t be truthful if she said it didn’t turn her on. Part of the reason she came over was because she had that itch. Lying in bed alone for months made it easy for her to miss and think about the warmth of Y/n’s body next to her. She came over because she needed to do something about it.
“Come here, Y/n,” her command comes out of nowhere, but Y/n finds herself moving closer to Taylor. Her voice always brought a more submissive side out of Y/n that it bordered on pure obedience. Even with their relationship crumbling to the ground, she still listened to her without doubt. She sits before her, bodies even closer now, and her hands are on her hips. “Move the blanket,” she asks and she listens.
Y/n feels a breeze hits her the second she pulls the covers off of her body. There is now very little fabric separating them. Taylor is naked under her own towel, but she keeps it on for now. She takes in the sight of Y/n’s naked body again, her chest beginning to rise and fall faster now, and the little goosebumps that begin to form on her skin. She has seen her naked for what feels like a million times, but this feels different, like she’s inviting Taylor in on a secret.
“I’ve missed you,” is all she manages to say, her legs parting as she does.
Taylor looks down to where her legs have widened. It was an invitation she was still hesitant to take, but her body screamed for her to take action. She leaned into Y/n so they were within kissing distance. Instead of doing that though they just hover around each other. She scans Y/n’s face for any sign that she doesn’t want this. When she doesn’t find that, she takes control like Taylor always does and finally kisses her. Soft lips on hers and a sigh of relief that follows is all that she needs. Only months apart, but Y/n’s lips feel so foreign to her and Taylor wants to correct that. She begins to move her lips quicker, more hurried, in an attempt to memorize the feeling of them again. Y/n follows her lead and kisses Taylor back with just as much fervor.
They don’t mean to come off as so needy, but they’re both wildly kissing each other and their hands start to find their way to familiar territory. Taylor lets out a little “fuck” when she feels Y/n’s hand run across her chest. She takes advantage of the moment of weakness and slips her tongue into Taylor’s mouth. It was sloppier than intended but was warranted for the situation at hand. She tastes like her favorite tea with a faint trace of that flavored lip balm she loves so much. Taylor can’t get enough of the simples things about her that she missed so much. She wraps her arm around Y/n and presses her body into hers. Y/n moans at the feeling of their chests bumping together, nipples grazing her skin only to give her even more goosebumps. She feels a more feral side of herself coming out, the side that has wanted this for weeks now. Her teeth sink into Taylor’s bottom lip just enough to cause a little sting, but not enough to heart. Taylor lets out a pathetic whimper when she lets go and she’s left there with slightly bruised lips from kissing and roughness.
“Y/n, do you-“
“I want this. I want this so bad that I don’t want to keep talking about it anymore.
Taylor had her blessing and that’s all that she needed.
Taylor’s towel is tossed to the side and the two roll around in Y/n’s bed completely naked. Her hair was still stamp from the interrupted shower from earlier, but that doesn’t stop Y/n from running her hands through it. She missed how it felt to thread her finger throughout Taylor’s locks and then tug at it when she was going down on her. She mimics that action and it makes Taylor hunger for her in that particular way.
“Lay back for me baby and spread your legs…just like that,” she sighs when she sees her on the bed with her legs fully parted now. “Good fucking girl.”
Y/n’s arousal clings to her thighs as they part wider. Taylor won’t stop staring at the budding mess between her legs and it makes Y/n’s skin heat up in embarrassment. It’s a testament to how much she wanted her, she didn’t have to outright say the words. She wanted to beg for her, but Y/n wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted, she just wanted to feel good and feel her press her body on top of hers.
“You’re so fucking wet. I did that to you?”
Taylor began to take on a teasing tone, one that was much more familiar than the hesitance she displayed earlier. It made Y/n’s heart jump hearing Taylor talk to her like that. She missed how she could easily take control and be dominant over her. The cards always fell that way, even if she attempted to be the one in that position. But no, it was always Taylor’s name she was crying out at the end of the night as she had her way with Y/n’s pliant body. She nods her head quickly in response to her question. A hand comes between her legs to play with her silky pedals. Y/n sharply inhales as her body is engulfed in pleasure. All it takes is one touch and she already feels like she’s going to cum. It’s pathetic almost, but both are too turned on to even give a damn.
“Taylor,” she moans weakly. She can see it in her eyes that she wants Y/n to give her more. Her whimpers and small moans were cute and all, but what Taylor loved about her most was how she would beg for what she wanted without a second thought.
“Shh baby. What do you want from me? What do you need from me?”
Taylor asks her the load bearing questions and it’s fully charged. Y/n knows that she’s asking that in relation to this moment, but she can’t help but think she’s asking her that in general. The only answer she can conjure up in her lust-addled is her physical body. Her presence has been greatly missed and she wants to take full advantage of Taylor being right here.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispers breathlessly. She needed more than just her touch, she needed for Taylor to wear her thin and tire her out. Y/n was already mentally and emotionally exhausted from what happened between them that she needed to physically feel it too.
Taylor was shocked to hear the words coming out of her mouth. She didn’t want to wait for her to warm her up because she was already ready. Y/n had been ready for weeks now for her to come back and claim her body like she owned it. It was like if she waited a second longer than she would just disappear. She was so direct that she had to oblige.
A teasing smile forms on her face as she looks at her. “You’re that desperate to have me inside of you?” She only responds with a nod. Well, who was Taylor to deny her of what she so politely asked for? Taylor knew where everything was still stored and she didn’t hesitate to hop off the bed and find the strap-on that she had left her. Truthfully she had left that and a few other things here so she had an excuse to come back. She never thought she would be coming back here and using it again on Y/n though. When she returns to the bed with it Y/n already had pulled the bottle of lube from what they called the “midnight” bedside table they used for occasions like this. Y/n was already dripping for her, but her grabbing that bottle let Taylor know that she didn’t want her to go easy on her.
“Are you sure?”
She couldn’t help but ask Y/n one last time if she really wanted this. Taylor knows the lust may be clouding her judgment, but they were both under, together.
“Please don’t make me wait. I can take it.”
Taylor knew what Y/n was asking of her and wasn’t too tripped up to not give her exactly what she’s asking for. She wanted everything she had to give her; from the anger that still lingered because of their last argument to the love she still had for her and will probably carry forever. Sex between them was often passionate and bored on rough at times. Y/n had toyed with the idea of exploring a deeper side to sex, something more along the lines of bdsm than just simple rough sex. She had craved a deep feeling of giving up control, and not just to anybody, but to Taylor. The way her hands always dug into Y/n’s hips whenever she ate her, fucked her, or just simply existed in public with her showed her more possessive side. She held onto her as if she never wanted to let go. Tonight is not different.
Y/n gasps when her face is being pressed into the bed. Her ass is up in the air, legs spread enough to display her pussy to Taylor. She ran the head of her strap against Y/n’s sweet petals, but she didn’t waste another second not being inside of her. She pushed in with one slow drag and Y/n felt the wind knocked out of her. Her heartbreak has lead to a low interest in pleasing herself, so this was the first kind of stretch she has felt in weeks. Those weeks almost feel like years the way her pussy takes a bit to adjust to the thickness and length.
“Holy shit,” she lets out a ragged breath. Y/n fists the bed beneath her the deeper and harder Taylor goes. She doesn’t want to be greedy, but she wants to be for her to go faster. Against what may be her better judgment, she doesn’t want to hold back, so she eggs Taylor on. “Please baby, fuck me harder than that!”
She doesn’t mean to come off as mocking, but that’s how Taylor takes it. Y/n was challenging her, and she’s never one to back down. Taylor grabs onto the flesh of her hips forcefully and begins fucking her faster. Quickly her pace became brutal since Y/n made it clear she could handle it. The moans turned into broken sobs and she had a vice grip on the fabric beneath them. The way she had just turned into this pliant mess for her so quickly turned Taylor on. And Y/n was right to assume that Taylor had so much pent up inside of her. Inside was a rambunctious energy that was begging to be released. Anytime she was rough with Y/n her movements were intentional, but right now she couldn’t see or thinking straight. The only thing keeping her grounded to Earth was Y/n’s cries of pleasure mixed with pain. Feeling the skin of her ass meeting her thighs felt unreal, like something she has only dreamed of before and never actually had.
“You like that? Feels fucking good?” Taylor couldn’t stop the words that came out of her mouth. She said that everything Y/n had said to her didn’t bother her, but the anger loomed inside made her want to be mean to Y/n. Taylor would never cross a line, but she certainly used this moment to get her anger out. “What kind of a slut breaks her ex’s heart then lets them use her body?”
Taylor didn’t mean to come off so pointed, but her feelings were hard to hide. She was hurt, and while no amount of sex could heal that, Taylor didn’t mind if this was the way to make her temporarily feel better.
Y/n buries her face into the bed and cries into it. She doesn’t know if the tears are from sadness or because how good the cock feels inside of her. Taylor had angled her hips and began to directly hit the spot inside of her that made Y/n’s toes curl. She felt heavy and weightless at the same time. She didn’t care if it was slutty to let her use her body for temporary satisfaction, she felt like she almost owed it to her.
“Have nothing to say for yourself?” Taylor continued to degrade her in attempt to make her feel so low like she did that now. Later Taylor will feel guilty about it, but not right now. Y/n couldn’t say anything in retaliation because she could barely think straight. Registering her words was already hard enough. She could see stars as her orgasm bubbled up inside of her while Taylor was relentless. She almost reached back to slow her down, but this is what Y/n told Taylor she wanted. She was a big girl and she could take her.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Taylor!” She manages to choke out.
As soon as the words left her lips, Taylor’s hips came to a complete stop. She rutted deep inside of her and all Y/n could do was just lay there and accept it. She mewled and whimpered, desperate for Taylor to move again but she wasn’t in control here.
“Tell me why you deserve to cum,” she commands, earning a groan from Y/n. When a few seconds past and she didn’t answer, she began to grow impatient. “If you don’t give me an answer I’m going to walk out that door and leave you broken and unsatisfied.”
The tears that flowed from her face were not tears of frustration, no longer pleasure. Taylor never deprived her what she wanted, no matter how rough they were playing. This was different though. Y/n knew she had to muster up the energy (and courage) to find the words she wanted to hear.
“Please Taylor…I just…” she sighs deeply when she feels her move just a little, even that gives her some sort of satisfaction, but Y/n is still desperate for more. “I-I’m sorry, just please make me cum! I’ll good! I promise!”
Her words are enough for Taylor to start moving inside of her again. Even if it’s still a slow pace, Y/n will take it.
“You gonna cum for me? Only me?”
“Yes! Only you!”
“Forever?”
“Forever!”
Taylor felt kind enough to give her what she wanted after her admission whether it was going to be reality or not. The harder she pushed her to the edge, the more willing Y/n was to jump off. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears as she saw stars. She’s never cum as hard as she has in this moment. Her entire body tenses up as Taylor continues to hit the spot that made her like this. Over and over again Taylor fucks into her, fucking her through her orgasm until she couldn’t take anymore. Now Y/n feels brave enough to reach back and slow her down, but Taylor still doesn’t relent until she feels like it’s time to.
When Taylor pulls out she admires the sloppy messy she’s caused. Y/n collapses against the bed, tired and out of breath. Taylor reveled in the state she was in, but reality began to set in as the seconds past. She just fucked her ex-girlfriend, the one she thinks is truly the love of her life, but the one she can’t be with.
“Taylor,” Y/n sighs weakly as she tries to push herself up. Her attempt is a failure, but luckily Taylor helps her flip onto her back. Y/n stares up at her, tears still in her eyes. She knows there’s nothing left to say, but she tries to find something, anything to say to her.
Taylor looks at her with regret. They complicated things. They really complicated things. Taylor has nothing to say either, so she just dresses herself up. It gives Y/n flashbacks to post-sex mornings where Taylor is getting ready for the day and she gets to watch her from their bed. Y/n would ask her what she looked forward to most about the day and she always said coming home to her. Now the tone is totally somber and there’s no amount of conversation that could change that. Y/n watches Taylor silently put herself together.
“I’m sorry.”
It’s the last thing she’ll say to her because it’s the most truthful thing Taylor can think of right now. Y/n feels like she’s glued to the bed and doesn’t move even though every inch of her being is yelling at her to go after Taylor. There’s no use, she feels. She clutches the blanket closer to her body as if there was something to hide from. Taylor’s footsteps get lighter the further away from Y/n’s bedroom she gets. She’ll never be in here again, the room that was their own little sanctuary away from the world. Eventually she hears her front door open and shut tightly. Y/n is alone again.
Content: 2nd POV. Established relationship, semi-toxic relationship, brief mentions of gaslight, implied infidelity, D/s elements, name calling ('slut'), degradation, teasing, strap-on sex, mentions of ass play, use of sex toys (vibrator).
"I've had enough of the games now, Y/n. You're starting to annoy me."
It was ironic to watch Billie sit at the table and sulk to herself as if she didn't get herself into this situation. These games that she claims to hate oh so much where the ones that she started and wanted to finish once she wasn't getting her way. You have just been with her for way too long not to be able to see her through and through. Billie hated the bitter taste of her own medicine, but she should've thought about that before she brushed you off when you asked about who that was on that instagram post.
You made her watch you flirt with a past fling all night. You could barely remember the lady's name when you two first bumped into her, but quickly she became valuable to you. All you had asked for was honesty about a post that was posted to tens of millions of people, but instead you were shut out. Billie brought this on herself, and it felt good to see her sitting there feeling sorry for you.
"Ooh, tell me more about your trip to Greece! I've been waiting to go, but sometimes it's hard when others won't cooperate with their schedules."
Billie was within earshot of the entire conversation and you didn't spare her one bit. You left her emotionally beaten and bruised every time you laid a hand on the body of someone you came close to being with years ago. Your attraction had faded greatly as you only had eyes for your girlfriend now, but Billie doesn't know that and at this moment anyone would think that the relationship was on its last legs. But just like you know Billie, she knows you too well for her own good. You were trying to make her feel the same way you did over an instagram post. Well, you had one the battle as your attempts to make Billie jealous was working, but Billie was well intentioned on winning the war.
Now as she confronts you about the only thing you can do is play dumb. You weren't going to give her the upper hand by outright admitting what you were doing. The way she dismissed you about posting photos of another girl damn near straddling her kept you up for days. Those 3 to 4 hours of sleep left you irritable and willing to do anything to get your point across. So in your eyes, you're not doing anything worse your girlfriend hasn't done.
"What are you talking about?" You asked her, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence.
Normally your pout was endearing but right now Billie wanted to fuck it off your face. Still surrounded by strangers who could possibly hear your conversation, Billie gives a deep sigh and she hangs her head down. It was a sign of utter defeat to you.
"Y/n," she sighs before leaning in and whispering, "You really want to do this right now?"
Those simple words were a warning shot. Billie didn't have to say much else. She didn't have to explain that she knows you after being together for two years. She didn't have to explain that they've done this song and dance before and that it's getting stale. Both are committed and faithful to this relationship, but sometimes things get hazy and the relationship is tested. Billie knows she's in the wrong, but getting those words to come out of her mouth is like pulling teeth. You two should be passed this stage, especially as you get older together, but clearly both of you are wrong. When one of you acts up, the other feels like they have no choice but to retaliate and somehow you're always the one always having to retaliate.
You don't want to hear it from her. You don't want to sit in the car on the way home and hear her give you some holier-than-thou speech as if she's the mature one in the relationship. It was easier to talk to you like that when you were side by side and she didn't have to look you in the eyes and act like she didn't do what she did. Did it feel good to flirt with someone you're no longer interested in? No, that part didn't feel good, but being able to glance over and see Billie sulking while surrounded by happy, partying people, it was better than any high or shot of alcohol here tonight.
"What am I doing? I'm at a party that you're ruining the vibe because you want to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Get up, go talk to your friends." You didn't have much else to say to her and she kept her mouth shut too. Billie had nothing to say. Have you succeeded?
Billie was never afraid to drag out an argument, even in a setting like this. There was the great texting fiasco of Summer 2023 that ended with you staying at your friend's place for the weekend. So she was uncharacteristically quiet now. And in a surprising move, she just smiled at you. Your faces were so close together you thought she was going to kiss, but instead she leaned back. She grabbed her glass filled with whatever she had and brought it to her lips. Never did she pull her eyes away from you and you felt your grip on the situation loosening. You don't know what it means for you, for tonight and for the future, but you stepped away from her. You turned your back to her and joined a group of mutual friends. The former fling you were flirting with was nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter anymore.
You felt Billie's eyes burning a hole right through you for the rest of the night. Despite the room being so loud, there was a ringing in your ears that dulled the sound of everything around you. You don't know how you were able to make it through the rest of the night acting like you usual self. The end of the night and car ride home were unbearable and equally silent. Billie's steady breathing was the only sound to fill your ears; so calm yet just as loud as the club's bass in your ears. The little battle you had earlier? It meant nothing now. Whatever victory you felt was replaced by the dread of worrying what was to come next. You expected a screaming match to take place as soon as the two of you crossed past that threshold into Billie's house. Instead Billie decided to do something she hasn't tried before. She was going to fuck the problem away.
Billie was pissed. The way she grabbed you, you don't think you've seen her so mad before. The two of you are no strangers to things getting a little rough, but there was so much more raw and animalistic about the way she touched you, the way she kissed you. Billie was gunning to win the war and she was going to disarm you in the best way she knew how. You don't understand how pissed she was seeing your flirt with an old fling like that, and what annoyed her the most is that you looked to actually be having a good time. She saw how you looked at this woman who has no name to her. You looked at her as if she meant something. Billie thought the photo she uploaded was to be expected from her and her friends. She thought you knew that sometimes one of them gets a little handsy but there was never any ill-intention behind it. Hell, you've seen it happen in front of your very eyes before and you didn't react. To her the difference between the post and what you did was that you intended to make the situation worse. You looked so into this woman, looking at her the same way you've looked at Billie before. Those eyes are only for her.
Billie wasn't nice or sweet tonight. She didn't tease you or suck on your tits for almost an hour like she usually loves to do. You were pushed onto the bed, face down ass up. You weren't able to see anything with your face in the covers. You had to guess what was happening based on the sounds around you. Billie was stealthy and quick, not giving you a second to adjust to what was going on. You felt something cool and wet hitting between your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear tonight, giving Billie easy access to both of your holes to do whatever she wanted with you. You felt something poke at your entrance and soon you were filled with 8 inches of thickness. The air was plucked right out of you as Billie pushed her strap all the way inside. She watched in awe how your arousal bursted through the seams. She pulled out and your juices had already completely covered her strap.
Billie pushes back into you after a few seconds. She started at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed, fucking you harder and faster. The residual anger from your little stunt tonight was fuleing her. When a girl acts up, sometimes she needs to be put in her place.
"You wanna tell me who that was tonight? Who was that girl, Y/n!"
You feel her grab a handful of your hair and she pulls your face out the bed. Her grip was tight enough to feel a prickly sensation on the edge of your scalp. You pulled your head back further to alleviate the pain. The question she asked you had completely slipped your mind as she filled your poor pussy with every inch of her strap. Billie didn't take so kindly to being ignored, so she asked you again. You could barely speak, but you tried your best.
"W-What girl?" You stutter through each thrust.
"Still playing dumb, huh?"
There was a tinge of playfulness in Billie's voice that could've you if you weren't getting fucked so hard. You were still trying to play the game she was built to beat you at. However, that girl doesn't matter to you and certainly she's irrelevant now. Your skin was flushed and sweaty. The sound of Billie's thighs meeting your ass reverberates in the room. How could you be thinking about some other woman when you're getting fucked within an inch of your life.
"If you wanted to be fucked like this baby all you had to do was laugh. You don't have to fight for my attention when you have it 24/7 sweetheart," Billie teased you with such a clear voice that amazed you she was able to concentrate on making you feel so small and fucking you skillfully. "You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, but you won't want to try that again after I'm done fucking this little pussy of yours."
Her words began to sound fuzzy as the tip of her strap kept agitating your sweet spot. You could barely keep yourself up, your arms giving away. The only thing keeping you up right now was Billie's tight grip on your hair. You were about to cum; dangerously close. All the tell-tale signs of your orgasm began firing off and that just happen to be the moment when Billie decided to pull out of you. You could whine and cry all you want, but Billie still pushed you off her strap. Your orgasm, the one you so desperately wanted, shuttered away as you sobbed into the sheets. You were surely a sight to take in. The strap rests against your ass, smearing your juices into your skin.
"Did you really think I was going to let you cum so fast? You really think you deserve that princess?"
Leave it to Billie to not give in so easily -- you should've seen this coming. You push yourself up on your palms until you're pushed back down onto the bed. Billie didn't have to use much force either which made her laugh at you. You were so weak and you hadn't even cum yet.
"Pick a number, baby."
You thought you were hearing her wrong. Did she just ask you to pick a fucking number?
"Pick a number. 1-3."
It was stupid to indulge in whatever game she was playing, but you lifted your head and opened your mouth to utter, "2." You don't know why you even answered.
"Hmm," Billie hums. It's hard to read such a small reaction.
The sound of the drawer opening happens again. You don't have to see to know she's grabbing from the bottom "special" drawer, where she got the strap-on from. There were a few other toys in there and you suspect that's where the game comes in at.
"It's too bad you didn't pick 1, but I guess you spared your little ass tonight."
You were just spread out so perfectly for the buttplug she hasn't used on you yet. Billie would've been able to see her reflection in the shiny metal as it slipped into your tightest hole. Stretching your ass out while fucking you would've ruined you, you haven't tried that out yet. She imagines that you would've been begging her for forgiveness and permission to cum. Even seeing it in her active imagination makes her heart skip a beat. But, fate has decided for her and she's going to make the most of it.
The wand you unintentionally picked had only been used about two or three times. It's vibrations were so strong, something you felt like you had to get use to. Only on it's lowest setting were you able to handle it. Something powered only by batteries yet it was so powerful you were seeing stars the first time you used it.
"Get up."
Billie gave you the command but then she was moving your body herself. She laid on the bed and signaled for you to get on top of her. You go to straddle her before she stops you.
"Uh-uh. Turn the other way."
She made you turn away from and in the direction of a mirror. For the first time since going out tonight, you got a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looked a mess and your makeup had smudged a lot. Spit was drying in the corner of your mouth. You should've been ashamed about how you look and how Billie was slutting you out, but it made your pussy drip on Billie's skin. One, two, three she felt the drops of your arousal on her bare skin. She groaned, showing a moment of weakness for a second. Right then she knew she had to get you on her strap. She lowered you down with one hand. Somehow her strap felt so much bigger when you were sinking down on it this way. The way the girth stretched out just felt different when you were any other position. Billie doesn't fuck you in reverse cowgirl often so you were willing to underestimate her ability to fuck you as hard as you need like this, but quickly you were proven wrong.
Your skin slapped together harder and your tits bounce with every thrust up into your swollen twat. You thought it was a lot to handle until you felt the vibrations from the wand against your pussy. The slew of moans that fell from your lips were louder than before.
"Good girl! Keep moaning for me baby, show me just how much you love being fucked like this. Only I can fuck you like this."
Words like this were meant to only affect you, to drive home the point that you were a slut for Billie and Billie only, but somehow she fueled her own desire. She was fucking up into you with reckless abandon. You were so close to losing your mind from being fucked like that from below while the vibrator was placed firmly against your swollen clit. You had no choice but to endure it as your eyes rolled in the back of your head.
"Whose pussy's this? Who does this pussy belong to, girl," the way she addressed you and the stinging grip on your hip made you spiral. Billie has flirted with degrading you more and more in bed, but tonight she spoke as if this came natural to her. She questioned as if something would happen if you didn't answer her. The worst thing she, or anyone else, could do to you at this moment is deny you of another sweet release. It's a miracle you're not squirting all over her strap that bullying its way into you. The head of her strap hits your cervix so deliciously. She questions you as if you're capable of speaking right now when the vibrator is sending you into orbit. You've officially been rendered stupid and unable to form words.
It takes a solid minute and everything inside of you to be able to muster up the energy to be able to answer you.
"Yours! Oh god it's yours!" You force out with a desperate cry. Your body is beginning to hunch over in weakness as she continues to pound you. You've never felt so pathetic in your life, unable to stand your ground, but never did failure feel so good. The stretch and the buzz was addicting and you were ready to let go of everything that's been pent up inside of your body.
The way you answer satisfies Billie, finally. The sobs of your pure devotion made relief wash over her. She's happy.
She doesn't stop her pounding until you're cumming and crying out loudly for her. Your toes curl as you come the hardest you have in a long, long time. Billie's grip on you was still harsh, painful even, causing the pain to mix with your everlasting pleasure. This is what might be the longest orgasm of your life and it comes after another stalemate in your relationship.
It was almost impossible to be able to come back to reality. You didn't even notice the vibrator had been turned off and discarded onto the bed until Billie stopped pumping into you completely. Satisfaction stirred deep in your hips as you sat there with her strap situated inside of you. Billie was holding you up with both hands now as if you would fall apart into a million pieces if she let go. And let go she never did.
Your heavy limbs find relief when you're laid against the bed. It feels like you're floating on a cloud compared to how it felt before. You were in a state of disbelief, asking yourself, 'did that shit really happen?'
You weren't going to regain your composure after that, and you weren't going to even try. Billie is already up and moving around, disappearing for a few minutes before she comes back with a wet towel waiting to clean you up. She pushes your legs apart and gently rubs the warm towel against your sensitive skin.
"I think you left a present over there."
She nods her head in the direction of the wet spot on the bed. Did you squirt? You don't even have a fucking clue if you did or not but you hide your face in your hands anyway.
"Oh god," you groan.
"We can always sleep in the other room."
"I don't think I can move, Bil."
You had a million and one questions, but you were utterly worn out and Billie's face was flushed pink from all the work she put in. You two have more to answer for in the morning, and a need to explain why you both acted up so much. Seeing you so vulnerable made the words 'I'm sorry, I was wrong' want to bubble up in Billie's throat. Instead she kisses the two sweet thighs she loves so much. The nonverbal apology will always come before remorseful words out of Billie's lips. Holding you until you fall asleep will stand in just for the night.
Perfectly, pink manicured nails run down the valley of Olivia's breast to the edge of her stomach. She inhales sharply at the sensation of those pointy tips moving gently against her skin. Olivia is almost afraid to exhale as if breathing would be a sign of weakness. The blonde was testing her, and Olivia keeps getting the sense that she's not going to be able to hold her own. However she allowed herself to be in a situation like this; letting someone she had a strained relationship with push her limits.
Sabrina straddles Olivia in nothing but her bra and panties. She can feel Olivia's strap nudging against her ass. Already she can feel its girth spreading her open and her mouth falls open at the thought. She almost dared to moan before even getting it inside of her, but she didn't want to seem desperate. If only the both of them would let themselves give into this shared temptation. There wouldn't be so much of this teasing if they were just honest.
Olivia grabs onto Sabrina's thighs when she stops teasing her with her nails and lets the pads of her fingers dig into her flesh. It's Sabrina's turn to stop breathing until she remembers who she is.
"You know a lot of people wouldn't want to see us together," Sabrina continues her speech. She always had a way with words, quickly learning how to get under Olivia's skin.
"Yeah, I wonder who?" Olivia quips, rolling her eyes. She didn't like to play into the games that the people around them have created, but she's human after all.
Sabrina unhooks her bra and tosses it onto the floor. Olivia, always thinking about the girl's she's had problems with, imagined what Sabrina would look like naked and in a vulnerable position. She felt so dirty thinking about her in that way, almost like a freak so obsessed with someone with whom her only connection was a guy they both dated in years past. Olivia doesn't hate Sabrina, in fact she admires the parts of her that set them apart.
"You can touch them instead of starring, you know that right?" Sabrina teases. Olivia has no choice but to match her energy so she reaches up and grabs her tits.
Sabrina's nipples harden against her palm and she moans from finally being touched. Olivia can feel the heat between Sabrina's thighs. It's starting to become fun to see her try to restrain herself while also trying to tease Olivia when Sabrina is the one who desperately wants Olivia's strap inside of her. Her skin feels like its on fire from Olivia's touch. When those talented fingers start pinching her nipples, Sabrina feels like she's going to double over. She lifts herself just enough to let the strap flop forward and press right against her clit. Sabrina can't stop herself from grinding against it and the relief against her clit makes her moan louder.
"Fuck," she whimpers before biting her teeth.
This was all her doing, she was getting herself riled up while Olivia enjoyed the show. Still, Olivia felt like she was in so much control seeing how Sabrina bucks her hips whenever she pinches her nipples with a little more force.
"Huh? You want me to fuck you baby?"
Sabrina can't speak, but the look on her face says enough. She looks like she's about to cum simply from humping the strap. As much as Olivia is eager to see her fall apart, she wants it to happen while thrusting up into her. Olivia pulls Sabrina's panties to the side and aims the head right at her entrance. Sabrina rolls her hips back to help line up the cock. Once she feels the head pushes it way into her opening she throws her head back in ecstasy. "Oh God yes!" She cries out. Her moans bounce off the walls and right into Olivia's ears. Olivia keeps that tight grip on her hips as she begins to guide Sabrina to bounce on her strap. Soon they're at a consistent pace with Sabrina bouncing and Olivia meeting each thrust. The head of her strap hitting Sabrina's sweet spot causing the most intense feeling to surge within her.
Olivia watched how the lines of her face moved every time she pushed back into her. She had honed in on getting those small reactions to each pump to Sabrina opening up completely. And open up she did. She was smiling and babbling like an idiot, having so much fun riding her to satiate the hunger she held inside of her. Sabrina didn't care that it was Olivia beneath her, being the one to fuck her into a state of ecstasy, in fact it made it feel so much better.
Sabrina leans forward and places her hand on Olivia's soft peaks. It took the brunette by surprise and her hips stuttered a little bit, but she remembered her purpose. Sabrina had wandering hands though, her fingers pushing into Olivia's nipple through that thin, white tank-top of hers. She pinches each bud through the soft cotton. Her mouth falls open and a rush of pleasure comes out in the sound of moans. She starts thrusting into Sabrina with more force and energy. Sabrina knew what was she was doing and got what she wanted, like always.
"Fuck baby I'm gonna cum!" She cries out. The head of Olivia's strap hit her cervix and she cried out like a little whore. As soon as the words left her mouth, her body began to reach it's peak and Sabrina started cumming around Olivia's strap. Her whole body felt like it was being licked by flames. She leans forward even more before Olivia wraps her arms around her and pulls them together, chest-to-chest. Olivia doesn't stop fucking her. The sound of her strap-on playing in Sabrina's slick walls sounds like music to her ears. There was a desire deep inside of Sabrina that Olivia was determined to get out by agitating it over and over. The already over-stimulated blonde was seeing stars from Olivia's relentless fucking. Little pricking sensations ran through her body yet she was enjoying every second of it.
She's not exactly sure when Olivia began to slow her pace or even when she completely stopped, but Sabrina felt like a human again when Olivia captured her lips to kiss her passionately. She kissed her like a lover does; sweetly and carefully. It's contrasted by the soreness setting into Sabrina's body and her sensitive pussy.
"Holy shit," she mutters between Olivia's lips. It's all she can say despite her brain begging for another rush, another dose of Olivia.
'Again! Again! Again!'
Sabrina has to calm herself, not knowing if there will even be another round let alone another night like this. She waited for Olivia to say something about that, but it never came for the rest of the night.
