Hi!! Can you do 24, 12 and 10 with Sabrina Carpenter? Ty!! If not then that’s okay! :))
no panties, no mercy - sabrina carpenter
softdom!sab x fem!reader
24 — “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass” 12 — “say/do it like you mean it” 10 — “does that turn you on?”
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she’s wearing those shorts again.
the pale yellow ones that ride up her thighs, the ones she always pretends aren’t intentional. there’s a tank top too—barely a tank top, really. one strap keeps falling down her shoulder like it’s tired of pretending it wants to stay up.
and sabrina knows exactly what she’s doing.
she’s leaning over the kitchen counter, spooning peanut butter straight out of the jar like she’s never eaten a normal breakfast in her life.
“you gonna keep pretending you’re not staring at my thighs,” she says, not even turning around, “or are you just gonna come touch me already?”
you blink.
“what?”
she glances over her shoulder, grinning. “don’t play dumb.”
you shift on your feet. “i wasn’t—”
she laughs, biting the spoon slow. “babe. i can see you.”
you step closer, arms crossing. “you wore those on purpose.”
“what, these?” she glances down, mock-innocent. “they’re comfy.”
you raise a brow.
she shrugs. “also, yeah. they make my ass look incredible.”
your eyes drop automatically.
she catches it.
“mm.” her smile turns smug. “i can see you staring at my ass.”
you exhale. “can you not be so cocky at nine in the morning?”
“can you not be so easy to turn on?”
your jaw drops slightly. she licks the spoon.
then walks over, slow, hips swaying, until she’s toe-to-toe with you.
“does that turn you on?” she asks, head tilted, voice lower now. “me dressed like this? acting like a little brat?”
you swallow hard. “maybe.”
“maybe?”
her fingers hook in the waistband of your pants.
she leans in, lips brushing your ear.
“say it like you mean it.”
you don’t get a chance to answer.
her mouth is on yours before the words form, hot and hungry, her fingers sliding into your waistband and dragging you forward against her.
you gasp.
she grins against your lips.
“that’s more like it.”
you grab her hips, pulling her closer. her thighs press into yours, warm and bare, and your hands slide under her shirt without thinking. she arches into you, sighing like she’s been waiting for that all morning.
“so needy,” she mutters, fingers pushing your pants down an inch. “and all because of my thighs?”
“yes,” you admit. breathless.
“good.”
she turns you fast, pushing you back until your hips hit the edge of the counter.
her hands go to your chest. under your shirt. she palms your tits through your bra, slow and possessive, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
you moan.
“fuck,” you whisper. “sabrina—”
“say it like you mean it,” she repeats, voice low, lips dragging along your jaw.
you grip the edge of the counter hard.
“i want you.”
“mm. i know.”
she yanks your shirt up. pulls your bra down. her mouth finds your breast, warm and wet, tongue circling before she bites gently.
you cry out.
“s-sensitive—”
“yeah, baby?” she murmurs. “they get this sensitive just from lookin’ at me?”
“yes,” you breathe, hands in her hair now, pulling.
she looks up at you, flushed, smiling like she’s won something.
“fuckin’ love that,” she says. “you’re so easy for me.”
you glare at her. “you’re so full of yourself.”
she grinds against your thigh, moaning softly.
“you love it.”
and the worst part is—you do.
she kisses down your chest, down your stomach, dropping to her knees with the kind of calm that makes your stomach flip.
she looks up at you, smug as ever.
“you good up there?”
you nod fast, breath caught in your throat.
“cool,” she says, and slides your pants and underwear down in one smooth move.
you gasp, hands flying to the counter for balance.
she hums at the sight of you—wet and already clenching around nothing.
“jesus,” she mutters. “you’re soaked.”
her fingers trail up your thigh. light. lazy. mean.
you whimper.
“does that turn you on?” she asks, lips ghosting your inner thigh. “me down here? looking up at you like this?”
“yes,” you choke out.
“mm.” she kisses the skin just next to where you need her. “thought so.”
then—finally—her mouth is on you.
your head drops back with a moan, hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles go white.
her tongue moves slow at first, wide and flat, licking up through your folds, teasing your clit before sucking it gently between her lips.
you nearly collapse.
“sabrina—oh my god—”
she grins into you. then licks again, faster now, her hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady.
you’re trembling. swearing. trying to hold still.
“you gonna cum just from this?” she murmurs, breath hot against you. “just from my mouth?”
“fuck—maybe—”
“good. i want you to.”
and when she says it like that—filthy, confident, sweet—you’re already there.
her mouth moves faster.
her tongue flicks and circles your clit, rhythm perfect, relentless. her hands hold you down when your hips buck. and when your legs start to shake, she hums low like she likes it. like she wants more of it.
“sabrina—fuck, i’m gonna—”
“good,” she murmurs. “cum for me, baby.”
your whole body tightens.
then it hits—hot and fast and deep.
you cry out, legs trembling, thighs clenching around her head as you cum hard into her mouth. she keeps licking, softer now, gentler, coaxing every last bit of it out of you.
you try to pull away.
she grips your hips tighter.
“nuh-uh,” she says. “you’re not done till i say you’re done.”
you whimper, overstimulated. her mouth moves slower now—cruel and sweet. just enough to make your thighs twitch.
finally, she pulls back, licking her lips like it’s nothing.
“fuck,” she breathes. “you taste so good.”
you’re gasping. legs still shaking. heart pounding.
she stands, grabs your waist, and lifts you fully onto the counter.
“you okay?”
you nod, dazed. “yeah. jesus.”
she kisses you, deep and messy, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
you moan.
“see?” she whispers. “you do like when i’m full of myself.”
“shut up,” you mutter, tugging her shirt up.
you yank her tank top off.
she raises her arms, eyes dark and playful, like she’s daring you.
you kiss down her neck, slow and teasing. her breath hitches. your hands slide down her stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of those tiny shorts.
“off,” you whisper.
she nods, stepping back just enough for you to peel them down. no panties. just bare skin, warm and soft, already glistening for you.
you hum low. “jesus, sabrina.”
“mm?” she smirks, breathless.
“you were wet the whole time?”
“yeah,” she murmurs. “couldn’t help it. you get all flustered and shy when i tease you—turns me on so bad.”
you push her gently back onto the counter. she leans against it, legs spreading for you without hesitation.
you drop to your knees.
“my turn,” you say.
her mouth parts in a silent moan as your tongue slides up her slit, slow and hot.
“fuck,” she gasps, one hand flying into your hair.
you lick again, firmer now, tongue curling at the tip of her clit. she arches her back, thighs tensing around your head.
“baby—shit—just like that—”
you hold her thighs open, watching her fall apart. her head drops back, blond hair spilling, chest heaving. your mouth stays on her, steady and relentless.
“does that turn you on?” you murmur against her, “me tasting you like this?”
“yes—god, yes—”
you suck her clit gently. her legs tremble.
“then say it like you mean it.”
“it does,” she pants. “you make me so fuckin’ wet. i’m so close—please—”
you smile against her skin.
“good girl.”
you keep licking—soft circles, tongue flicking her clit while your fingers slide into her, slow and deep.
her thighs shake. her moans are sharp now, raw, uncontrolled.
“fuck—fuck, baby—i’m gonna—”
“let go,” you whisper.
“i—”
“cum for me, sabrina.”
she does.
her whole body seizes, hips jerking, a cry ripping from her throat as she crashes into her orgasm. your mouth doesn’t leave her. you stay with her through every wave, every tremble, every desperate gasp.
she sags against the counter, wrecked.
“jesus,” she whispers. “holy shit.”
you kiss her thigh, stand slowly, hands on her waist. she pulls you in, arms around your neck, forehead against yours.
“you good?” you ask, smiling.
she nods. breathless. grinning.
“you just ruined me.”
“payback.”
she giggles.
you both sink to the kitchen floor, tangled together in a warm heap of skin and sweat and silence. her fingers trace lazy circles on your arm.
“we should probably clean up.”
“later.”
“you’re not gonna be able to walk if i go again,” she says, smirking against your neck.
you hum. “maybe that’s what i want.”
she laughs.
and kisses you again.
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