#sabrina carpenter x reader

[littlebunnybigheartfics]

idea I got last night when I realized I would probably be so shy in this scenario :(

unspecified!mean!gf x reader where she takes you to a sex shop for the first time and makes you pick out what strap you want her to use.

shy and awkward reader, degrading, praise, sub!reader, wlw, humiliation tactics,, gf is mean but sweet but also likes to watch you squirm.

divider credits: @anitalenia

mean!gf who brings you to a sex shop the day after you confided in her that you think you're ready to advance beyond getting off on her fingers and that you're ready to take a strap.

mean!gf who definitely notices the way you hold your breath and start to shut down, your previous yapping and singing throughout the whole car ride there has suddenly died down to silence as she parks and turns off the car. but she doesn't say anything because then that'd be giving you an opportunity to back out on your word.

mean!gf still holds your hand the entire time, even as she holds the door open for you. the bell overhead chiming throughout the small store as she leads you inside.

mean!gf who at least does the social part of greeting the employee because she knows you're too shy to do it yourself as you ogle at all the items.

mean!gf who lets you take your time, walking slowly alongside you as you take in all the new sights. everything looking foreign to you as you begin to get overwhelmed by it all.

she stops you when you get to the strap ons. you look up at the wall and instantly look away, as if you've just walked in on something you shouldn't have.

mean!gf who just smirks at your endearing shyness before she speaks softly in your ear, "go ahead, baby. pick out which one you want me to use on you later."

you squirm uncomfortably and shift on your feet, biting your lip as you sneak peaks at the daunting selection like it's something you're not supposed to be doing.

"why are you getting shy on me now. remember, you asked for this." she reminds you, playfully bumping your shoulder with hers. "how am I supposed to know what size you want if you won't tell me?"

you nuzzle your face into the neck of her sweater, mumbling something so quiet that only she can hear it. "need your help. I don't know how to choose."

mean!gf who asks you to speak up because she can't hear you over the music. 'rush' by troye sivan playing throughout the small space but not quite loud enough that you feel comfortable speaking at full volume without anybody else overhearing.

she thinks you're being a little silly, seeing as these people have definitely heard it all and then some, but she's patient with you.

"you seemed so confident last night when you told me you wanted this, now you're getting all shy on me." her voice reeks of mock sympathy and drips with smugness in the way that she knew you'd clam up once the time came to actually put your words to action.

you huff against her neck, your face impossibly hot from your nose to your ears and all the way down your neck. you feel absolutely mortified by this whole situation as you plead to her, "please, baby, just choose for me. I don't wanna have to make decisions."

mean!gf who loves getting you reliant on her only to force you to act like a big girl. "no, it's your body and only you know what you're ready to take." she's always so smart.

just to make her tantalizing teasing come to an end, you point to the first one that truly catches your eye. it's purple, semi translucent silicone that's hung just a little out of your reach.

"oh, honey," she tuts at you as she halfheartedly attempts to hold back a chuckle, "you can hardly take four of my fingers, I think that one's definitely too big for you to start off with. c'mon, put that little brain to good use and think seriously for a moment."

she's right. damn her, she's always right. always thinking things over logically.

you peel your focus away from the freckles on her neck to actually take a long look at the wall, forcing yourself to seriously think this through. some of them you think surely have to be gag gifts. surely, nobody is actually able to take all that.

most of them look intimidating. some are shaped like fantasy creatures, some are vibrating, others are way too big and long to be humanly possible, right? eventually your eyes rest on one that's labeled as being good for beginners. you take it off the wall to give to her, only for her to push it right back into your hand.

"this is for you, honey. you're the one who needs to be a big girl and buy it."

mean!gf who, as much as she loves to give you a hard time and push you past your limits, hands you the correct amount of cash and change because she absolutely won't let you pay for it yourself.

she will, however, make you go to the register and buy it yourself. all you can do is blush and nod in response to the questions the employee asks you as you feel thoroughly shameful and humiliated by having to show your face alongside what it is that you're buying.

but mean!gf is also so kind to you, offering to buy you anything else you may want like lingerie, aphrodisiacs, collars, etc. "especially since you were such a good girl at shopping for yourself today." she praises with a kiss your temple.

once you two step back into the parking lot, the breeze cooling off the heat that's all but consumed you, she asks, "that wasn't so difficult, now was it?"

only for you to nod 'yes.' yes, it most certainly was difficult. and she just giggles wickedly at how awkward and pathetic you are at being even slightly sexual in public spaces.

mean!gf who you just dumbly assumed is driving you two home afterwards, only for her to pull over into an abandoned parking lot along the way.

"what're we doing?" you stutter out, looking over at her curiously as she takes the key out of the ignition.

"testing out your new toy, baby." she says, as if you're stupid and it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"but... but what about when we get home...?"

"we'll try it out then, too. don't worry." she smirks as she reaches across your body to undo your seatbelt and lean your seat back for you.

"but for now, don't you wanna go for a ride?"

[inbred-eater]

okay so i like NEED them to be a couple now

[urfavoritewritersfavoritewriter]

sabrina carpenter smau 👀 hello 👀👀 is this thing in 🎤👀👀👀👀 girlfriend texts 👀👀👀👀👀

sabrina carpenter x fem!reader texts

authors note: i can hear u! just testing the waters to see how u guys feel :)

[pink-petal-horns]

Dumb & Poetic

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SHORT N SWEET MASTERLIST

You always liked the loud ones.

The guys who knew how to work a room, throw a wink, rattle a bottlecap on the table with a cocky laugh. You’d fall for them fast, just as fast as they’d forget to call you back.

There was something about their edges, the way they caught the light like shiny things you knew better than to touch, but always did anyway.

And then—Bob.

Not flashy. Not loud. Not even remotely interested in taking up space he didn’t earn.

Which, in your history of “types,” meant you almost missed him entirely.

—

You met him in the bar one night, the kind of night when the Navy pilots swarm Hard Deck like it’s their own little arena. Jake Seresin—Hangman—was holding court at the pool table, Phoenix was tossing darts with deadly aim, and Bob?

He was sitting in the corner. Reading. Reading, in a bar where everyone was busy being a headline.

You had a drink in your hand and a headache from someone else’s charm. So when you noticed the quiet guy with the soft eyes and crooked smile trying to make himself smaller in a crowd that prized the biggest personalities, something in you tugged.

“What are you reading?” you asked, easing into the chair beside him.

Bob blinked like he hadn’t expected anyone to approach him—definitely not you, in a leather jacket and lip gloss and the remnants of someone else’s kiss still cooling on your neck.

“Just, uh, Dandelion Wine,” he said, showing you the cover. “Ray Bradbury.”

You tilted your head. “You read that for fun?”

He gave you a sheepish shrug. “It’s kind of… dumb and poetic, I guess.”

You laughed. It was the first real laugh you’d had in a while.

—

You didn’t mean to fall for Bob Floyd.

But he had this way of making you feel seen—not watched, like the other guys, but understood.

He asked questions and actually waited for your answers. He remembered little things, like how you hated cold drinks without straws and how your favorite song made you cry in a good way.

He didn’t flirt in the traditional sense. He didn’t make you dizzy. He made you safe.

You weren’t used to safe. You were used to boys who recited lyrics and sonnets with the same sincerity they used to pick up the bartender two nights later.

But Bob?

Bob didn’t need metaphors.

—

It was three months in when you finally cracked.

You were sitting on the hood of his car, the stars out, the air between you easy and warm. He’d just driven you back from a beach bonfire, and you still had sand in your hair and sun on your cheeks.

“I don’t get you,” you said.

Bob blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re just—” you huffed. “You don’t try to be anything. You’re not pretending. You don’t even flirt right.”

He chuckled, then turned his head to face you. “And that’s a problem?”

“No, it’s just…” You bit your lip. “You’re not like the guys I usually go for.”

Bob’s eyes didn’t flicker. “Guess I should take that as a compliment or a warning.”

You looked at him, really looked. He had this steadiness to him. A kindness that wasn’t performative.

“You should take it as both,” you whispered.

He nodded once. “Okay.”

That was the thing about Bob. No dramatics. No fireworks. Just quiet understanding.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to you.

—

You started to fall hard.

Not because he bought you flowers or shouted love songs from balconies. But because he held your hand like it was something sacred.

Because he showed up. Every time.

Because when you cried after a bad day, he didn’t try to fix it with a joke or a kiss. He just sat with you. Quiet. Present.

Bob Floyd never made you feel like you had to perform to be loved.

And God, you were so used to performing.

—

It was your birthday when it happened.

The bar was packed. Everyone was there. The guys were drinking, dancing, yelling over each other. You were in the middle of it, spinning in a dress that someone else once told you was “too much.”

Bob walked in a little late, glasses slightly fogged, holding a cupcake instead of a gift.

He looked awkward and adorable and entirely out of place in the chaos.

But when you saw him, you stopped spinning.

You walked straight over to him, heart thudding.

“You came,” you said.

He held up the cupcake. “I didn’t know what to get you. But you said once you loved funfetti. This one’s got rainbow sprinkles.”

You blinked back something suspiciously close to tears.

“It’s dumb and poetic,” you said softly.

He smiled. “You like dumb and poetic.”

You pulled him down by the collar and kissed him. Right there, in the middle of the noise and the neon and the glitter of a life you were finally willing to leave behind.

—

It wasn’t always perfect.

You still had a sharp tongue. You still craved drama some nights. You picked fights when you felt too seen, too safe, too loved.

But Bob never raised his voice. Never threw your chaos back at you like a weapon.

He just waited. Anchored.

And one day, you looked at him across your messy kitchen table—his hair sticking up, wearing that NASA t-shirt you stole three weeks ago—and you thought, this is the kind of love that writes poetry in action, not words.

—

You used to fall for the ones who made you feel like fireworks.

Now?

You’d take Bob Floyd every time.

The one who never needed to be loud to be important.

The one who brought you cupcakes and calm.

The one who sat beside you, even when you didn’t make sense.

The dumb and poetic one.

Yours.

Always.

[outrocoffee]

yet so unaware of it - s. carpenter

pairing: sabrina carpenter x g!p reader summary: sabrina has fallen asleep during a late-night songwriting session on the couch, leaving you to come home to a scene too tempting to ignore. warning(s): smut, dub-con elements, somnophilia contains: established relationship, brief objectification, oral sex word count: 3,145

The house was already quiet the moment you pulled into the driveway. No music, no humming, no noise, and especially no movie dialogue that no one was paying attention to.

Every light had been turned off, apart from the one in the kitchen.

The blinds had seemingly been forgotten, and you could just peer right through to watch the lack of activity happening inside.

You fumbled with the keys and unlocked the front door with surprising swiftness, making sure you didn’t make a single sound. Shoes were kicked off by the little organiser to the side, and your ring of keys were placed into a wooden bowl so you wouldn’t forget them the next work day.

A slow breath fell from your lips as you loosened your tie, glancing at the clock.

12:06 AM.

You shook your head and wanted to have some alone time in your home office, when you noticed the mess on the center table. You stopped in your tracks, looking close enough to finally be met with your wife’s precious notebook and pens scattered about.

A frown took over your face. There was an abandoned glass as well, half-full with white wine. You came to pick it up along with the stationery, putting them to one side when you spotted a different sight on your couch.

There, completely asleep on the plush cushions, was Sabrina. It seemed like she had been knocked out for a while, curled up under a small blanket and hugging a throw pillow.

You rushed to place the wine glass inside the sink before returning to the living room.

She looked so peaceful, you wondered how you were going to bring her up to your bed. There was no way you were going to fit on the couch, and you’d literally be caught dead before ever letting your wife sleep alone.

Gently, you lifted the blanket off Sabrina’s body and set it to the side. You stepped back for a second to think, and you finally got a view of the full picture.

Sabrina was wearing her favorite silk robe, the belt untied and letting either side fall open to reveal her clothes—or, more specifically, the lack thereof—underneath.

Your breath hitched.

With a glance over your shoulder, you inched your hand close, pushing the robe further open to reveal more of your wife’s skin. Your eyes trailed over every line and exposed feature on Sabrina’s body, and your trousers suddenly felt too tight.

No second was wasted shrugging your suit jacket off and draping it over the backrest of a separate chair, hand palming and squeezing yourself as you made your way back to Sabrina.

Your free hand opened the robe even more, practically leaving Sabrina nude apart from her arms. That wasn’t your focus, however, moving to stand by her head.

You took a moment just to stare, admiring the woman you’ve fallen in love with over and over again. She was just so beautiful, not even sudden sleep could catch her off guard.

Carefully, you reached out and brushed a few locks of stray blonde hair away from her face. You watched Sabrina’s nose scrunch for a literal second, and you pulled your hand away so she wouldn’t wake.

You didn’t count how long you waited before reaching down to rub Sabrina’s cheek with the pad of your thumb, but you made sure that your touch was featherlight.

You kept it going for a while, just feeling, touching, but your other hand didn’t stop its actions along your cock.

In fact, you unbuckled your belt and freed yourself from the constraints of your boxers, slowly stroking and squeezing along the length as you moved your thumb to Sabrina’s lips. Your next movements were quite gentle, subtly slipping your thumb past to meet her tongue, just to see how she’d react.

You moved it in and out, getting it wet with her spit as a gentler prelude to your next act. When you eventually confirmed that Sabrina would remain asleep, you pounced.

For a final time, you pulled your thumb out of her mouth and used her saliva to lubricate the tip of your cock. A twisted smirk crept onto your face as you aligned yourself with the opening of her mouth, holding your breath (and yourself steady) as you finally pushed your cock between Sabrina’s soft, pretty lips.

You only managed to get a few inches in before a groan tore out from your chest, keeping yourself upright by gripping onto the back of the couch. Sabrina’s mouth was warm, and it was exactly what you needed after a long day of work.

Too bad she wasn’t awake to enjoy it.

The next few inches were harder to push in, her mouth already stuffed full of throbbing flesh. Sabrina seemed insusceptible to the feeling for the most part, breaths slow and steady like normal—like her wife wasn’t trying her best to mold her throat into the shape of her dick.

“Fuck, Brina,” you groaned, unable to stop yourself from squeezing her jaw. You thrusted slow and felt the tip of your cock through her cheek, liking the look of it bulging through the side of her face.

Your ministrations continued for however long you felt like, basking in the warmth and pleasure that it sent through your being. You didn’t realise that your hand had even moved to collect her hair into a ponytail, using it as leverage while you shoved more of your length into Sabrina’s waiting mouth.

“So good, baby,” you spoke into the air, “D’you do this on purpose? You knew I needed a good little cocksleeve to take all my work frustrations out on, huh?”

A sound, almost imperceptible, came from below. Your head snapped toward its source, brow raised. You slapped Sabrina’s cheek gently, not enough to hurt or even make a sound; it was simply a test to see if she had woken up.

When you received nothing but a faint nose scrunch, the widest smirk took over your features.

“Love it when you make it so easy for me, baby. So pliable when you’re asleep.”

The gentle vibrations of a silent, acknowledging hum were sent up your spine. It made you groan, hips jerking ever so slightly and fitting another inch into her mouth. You could feel your cock just breaching the entrance of her throat, and you moved slowly to bury yourself deeper, only leaving an inch or so outside.

Your thrusts resumed slowly, keeping things gentle like a good partner should. You tried your best to keep it that way, prioritising Sabrina’s comfort while entirely vulnerable—but it wasn’t much longer before you decided that you were too impatient for such things.

Hands gripped Sabrina’s head with a touch so soft, while your hips moved like you were using one of the toys hidden in your nightstand drawers. Sabrina’s eyes remained closed as you elicited the most wanton sounds from deep within, listening to her gag and sputter every time her nose met your pelvis.

“Yeah, so fucking good at sucking cock even while you’re sleeping,” you rasped.

You watched her cheeks hollow out to take you deeper, nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe. Still, Sabrina managed to relax through the roughness of your thrusts, remaining perfectly limp and allowing you to fuck her face with no resistance—just the way you liked it.

Every noise was fuel for you to go even further, pushing her to the very edges of her limits whilst chasing your nearing high. Sabrina seemed fine with your brutality, though it was obvious that she was fighting with the human urge to open her eyes.

You decided to help her out a bit.

With a grunt, you buried yourself straight to the hilt, holding her head down for a few seconds before finally pulling out and letting her catch her breath. The calm didn’t last long, however, as you immediately went to slap her face—hard enough to actually make a sound.

“Wake up, Brina. I’m home.”

Sabrina made a show of her eyelids fluttering open, staring up at you with an (almost) addled gaze. You didn’t speak, only grinning down at her like a wolf that had just found its perfect prey. She pushed her bottom lip out into a meek pout, silent as she watched you work your spit-slick cock.

There was no need to say anything else; Sabrina already knew what she needed to do.

Like the sweet little thing she was, Sabrina licked her fingers and replaced your hand. She didn’t even bother to sit up as she stroked your cock, letting the length hang over her face as her thumb gathered the drops of pre-cum and spread it all over your skin. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, eyes locked onto yours.

You just stood, brushing away the locks of hair that threatened to stick to Sabrina’s face. She was gentle, careful, steady—everything opposite to the way you had just treated her sleeping body. A smile eased onto your lips as you guided her head closer, wanting to feel her warmth again.

“Put me in your mouth, baby.”

And Sabrina did.

She wasted no time attempting to take you entirely, though she eventually resorted to stroking whatever part of you that couldn’t fit. She timed the movements of her hand to the bobbing of her head, squeezing and twisting and doing whatever she could to get you to finish.

As Sabrina’s mouth worked blissfully on your cock, her eyes never seemed to move away from your face. She gazed past her eyelashes, batting them ever so often as she watched your expression grow progressively more unchaste every time she hummed or moaned around you.

“Keep going, baby. I’m getting close,” you said through a breath.

Sabrina doubled her efforts, driving her head further and further down your cock. It didn’t take long before she had your entire length inside of her mouth and throat, her spit dribbling out the sides of her lips and soaking the fabric of your trousers.

“Such a messy little thing,” you muttered, “This why you wore nothing but that robe? You knew you were gonna get all dirty the second I came home, huh?”

You received an eager nod in response, and you took the opportunity to begin thrusting in and out of her mouth once again. Sabrina couldn’t resist, taking you deep even as tears pricked her eyelids. She allowed herself to be used like a hole, peering up with silent pleas but never actually wanting you to stop.

Too focused on the pressure building up in your stomach, you didn’t even know how long you spent fucking your wife’s mouth. You barely registered the sounds of her gagging, but you remembered to slap her cheeks whenever you felt even just the slightest instinct to pull away.

It wasn’t much longer before you felt the familiar heat.

That pressing force was hard to ignore, coiling up inside you like a tight spring. You gripped Sabrina’s hair tighter with the honest hopes of it grounding you as your hips moved, actions growing sloppy as your chase became more desperate.

When Sabrina urged your movements with a pleased moan, the vibrations that it sent through your body were enough to make you come undone.

“Oh—fuck, I’m coming,” you hissed, “Take it, baby.”

Your hips continued to pump, albeit lacking a steady rhythm. Thick ropes of your cum entered her mouth with each thrust, and Sabrina worked to swallow it all. She gently sucked your cock as you gradually came down from your high, milking every drop of your release as you faded back to reality.

Sabrina eventually pulled away with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “How was that?”

Chest heaving, you were still trying to catch your breath. “That was…amazing. Perfect. I have one complaint, though.”

“What is it?”

“You’re not very good at pretending to be asleep.”

That elicited a gasp and an incredulous look, Sabrina’s palm landing on your forearm with a distinct sound. “How was I even supposed to when you were practically abusing my throat?”

You laughed breathlessly, tucking yourself back into your pants before raising your hands in mock surrender. “My bad, baby. I enjoyed it more once I ‘woke’ you up, though, if that makes you feel any better.”

With an extended hum, Sabrina tapped a finger on her chin as if she was a philosopher on stage. “Hmm, I don’t know…”

You rolled your eyes.

After years of marriage, you couldn’t believe she was still pulling her tricks and expecting you to not understand—at least, not as quick as you did now.

A bout of deep laughter escaped your chest as you suddenly and effortlessly hoisted Sabrina over your shoulder, carrying her up the stairs like a bag of potatoes despite her thrashing and playful hits on your back. You had a great plan, and you went past your daughters’ bedrooms and headed straight for your own.

You kicked the door shut with a sock-clad foot, a smirk taking over your face before tossing Sabrina onto the bed and following suit. With a hand planted by either side of her head, you held yourself above her, smiling softly.

“I think I need a midnight snack,” you mused.

“Oh, really?” Sabrina challenged, her fingers tracing the delicate shape of your jaw.

“Yes, really.” And a radiant grin plastered itself onto your lips, going unnoticed as you brought Sabrina into a bruising kiss.

Immediately, your lips locked tight and teeth clashed with fervor. Sabrina was never slow to reciprocate, but she knew her place. She let you explore the depths of her mouth like it was the first time, already moaning at the mere thought of you tasting yourself on her tongue.

Sabrina wasn’t the least bit shy about making noises—not when you were going to drink them up like your favorite liquor, anyway.

Her hands scrambled for something to hold on to as your kisses began trailing lower, your lips pressing softly over the curves of her breasts. You really couldn’t help but admire the way she had already begun to fall apart, and you haven’t even gotten near where she truly ached.

You continued your path down her body, parting her legs with the eagerness of a hunter.

A moment was spent finding a comfortable position between her thighs—but not a second was wasted before your thumb found her clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles just to keep her searching for more.

“Baby,” Sabrina whined, “No teasing.”

And who were you to deny her pleas?

You dove right into Sabrina’s core, licking her slit with hunger that couldn’t possibly be restrained. Your fingers never remained stationary, too deft to not be utilised along the movements of your skillful tongue.

Sabrina tried so desperately to look for anything to grasp, for anything to ground herself with as you lapped at her pussy. Her hands gradually found their place atop your head, anchoring you down and stopping any attempt to pull away.

“Baby—oh! You’re so fucking good at this,” Sabrina moaned, her back lifting off the sheets.

You gave no response—and you weren’t able to, anyway, with the way Sabrina pushed you down and trapped your head between trembling thighs.

You did the next best thing, which was to continue lapping at her cunt with renewed vigor and passion. That swiftly earned you a moan, loud and drawn-out but absolutely not overstated or amplified—because it was never, ever going to be that with you.

Seconds passed slow, and each one made your jaw ache just a little more. But you weren’t going to back down from pleasing your wife only because there was some soreness in your muscles, especially when her hips were rolling to the rhythm that you had set.

It was a desperate attempt to gain more friction, though that only meant one thing.

Years of being together had hardwired your brain into knowing every signal Sabrina’s body gave, from the smallest twitches to how she grasped for anything within arm’s reach while struggling to even form a single coherent thought or sentence.

“Keep going, please. I’m so close.”

Those were the only words you needed to hear.

Like it was the last thing you would ever do, you licked and sucked at Sabrina’s pussy while your fingers aided, eager to finally taste her sweet, sweet release.

You had absolutely no time to think about breathing, thriving on the simple action of burying your face deep where your wife needed you the most. It was no question, truly, as you would trade the air in your lungs for the slim chance of hearing the pretty little noises she made.

The only thing in your mind was to make Sabrina come, and she was so close you could literally feel it. You could barely move your head anymore, her thighs clamped around your ears like the tightest pair of closed-back headphones you had ever owned. Her ragged moans were muffled, the heels of her feet digging into your back.

Sabrina began tugging at your hair moments later.

She arched her back as her sounds turned into repeated chants of your name, slurred and barely coherent. Her eyelids were pressed together as her face contorted into one resembling an expression of sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and you suddenly lost permission to move.

Sabrina called your name out as she came, a hand keeping your head still as fingers pulled on your hair. Her juices escaped onto your waiting tongue, and you lapped everything up like she was an oasis in an endless desert. She buckled from the added stimulation, unsure whether to push you off or keep you right there.

But she eventually came down from her feverish climax, shoulders moving up and down along with her chest as she breathed heavily. You were slow to come up, peppering kisses along her inner thighs and making your way back to her bitten lips.

“Are you okay?” you asked, hovering over Sabrina’s trembling frame.

Her eyes gradually opened, staring up at you through a fading haze. “What do you think?”

Taken aback, you paused. “I think you’re okay.”

“I’m so much better than okay,” Sabrina corrected, chuckling.

The two of you shared a grin, and you rolled off Sabrina to lie beside her with an overwhelming feeling of content. She didn’t even wait, shuffling closer to place her head on your chest before snuggling tighter. You wrapped your arms snug around her, your heartbeats eventually calming down to match one another’s.

“Should we clean up?” she mumbled tiredly.

With a shake of your head, you buried your nose into Sabrina’s hair and breathed in the familiar scent of her shampoo. You let the silence pass before speaking again, unhurried.

“That’s what tomorrow’s for.”

a/n: i posted this on wattpad three months ago, but it got taken down and i've just been procrastinating on posting it here. please don't expect more content so soon. it'll probably take me a billion years to write another one shot.

[wantur2hands]

— always in all ways ౨ৎ s. carpenter x fem!reader

texts between sab and her non-showbiz gf ><

lmk what y’all think!! i’m still figuring out how to characterize sabrina so,, if u have thoughts tell me about them hohoho

[sabsbabe]

Green-Eyed Monster

Pairings: Sabrina Carpenter x G!P Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut!! Fingerings, dirty talk, Dom reader...terrace fucking...beware MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: Y/N get jealous when she sees Sabrina with another guy...it's only right she reminds Sabrina who she belongs to.

A/N: Hey guys!! I've been gone for so long, I know!! I'll be so real, I lost motivation to right and hit a complete block, I couldn't finish a one shit no matter how much I tried, I even hit a block with my book (coming soon), but I'm back with hopefully a few new one shots coming!! Enjoy!!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Y/N and Sabrina had been together officially for 6 months, though the two had been involved for a little longer than that. Not everyone knew about their relationship, they liked to keep things private. But the ones who did know and saw them together knew about the love that consumed them. Y/N treated her like a princess, always doing things for her without being asked, buying things she wanted without saying a word. When she was with HER she never had to lift a finger, bossing Y/N around all the time and her doing so without complaining.

The only problem they had in their relationship...

Sabrinas beauty.

Sabrina was beautiful. She knew it, everyone around her knew it, and that became a problem sometimes. Men, women, anyone with eyes who saw her beauty never missed a chance to tell her how beautiful she was. 

Usually she'd smile politely and let them know she was taken, pointing Y/N out with a loving smile. But tonight was different. 

Tonight the two were at a fancy gala dinner, some rich celebration for someone Sabrina knew, and Y/N was there as her date. 

She was stood across the room with a guy Y/N didn't recognise, must have been a friend of someone here like she was. They laughed together, her throwing her head back in a way they had only seen her do with her. She touched his arm when she giggled at something he whispered, a faint blush taking over her cheeks. She wasn't doing anything to stop him like she usually would. And that's what pissed Y/N off.

Y/N sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room, next to one of the lights dimly lighting the room up. She was staring, her eyes trained on Sabrina and her movements, watching him smile like he had a chance...watching her encourage it.

Sabrina finally let her eyes drift away from the man in front of her to glance at Y/N, noticing the dark, possessive stare burning into her. She smirks to herself before directing her attention back to the man.

He whispers something as she leans in closer to her, his mouth brushing her ear. Sabrinas smile simply widens as she lets out a giggle. And the sound that usually makes Y/N's heart flutter, instead grates on her nerves. Her favourite sound, being created by a stranger. The man continues to speak leaning closer to her, Sabrina swatting his arm at something he says, finally making something in Y/N snap.

She exhales before slowly rising from their chair, pulling on the tie around her neck to loosen it, hoping to help calm herself down. She walks over to the pair slowly, still eyeing the way they smile like she isn't there, "Having fun?" Y/N asks coldly as she finally reaches where Sabrina stands.

Sabrinas smile freezes as she sees Y/N. Tall, tense and radiating jealousy like a storm. But it's the sound of her voice that really makes her pause. But she recovers fast, her lips curving into a sweet innocent smile, giving away her mischief that she knows she's pushing her buttons, "Hey! This is Ethan, Jakes brother. You remember Jake?" She chirps, acting like butter wouldn't melt, but her eyes shinning like she knows what she's doing.

Ethan, having not picked up on the tension yet, extends his hand with a polite smile, "Hey, mate, big fan of yours." He doesn't seem intimidated in the slightest...yet.

Y/N ignores the man in front of her, keeping her eyes on Sabrina with that same hard, unimpressed stare, "I asked you a question. Having fun?" Y/N repeated, her tone leaving no space for whatever game Sabrina wanted to play.

Her playful smirk falters, she knows that tone. The low, controlled anger that means she's two breathes away from losing it, "I, uh..." She stammers.

Ethan finally picking up on the tension, shoves his hands back into his pocket, clearing his throat awkwardly, "Uh, I was just telling Sabrina about this new restaurant opening downtown." He says, trying to defuse the situations with awkward small talk. 

Sabrina simply stands silently, biting her lip with a guilty look on her face.

Y/N nods again in understanding, finally tearing her eyes from Sabrina to look at him, "I assume you were just about to ask her if she'd like to get dinner there sometime?" 

Ethans face flushes as he's caught, he hadn't thought he was being that obvious, "No! I mean...yeah, we were just talking about it." He admits with an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was going to see if she was free on Friday?" He asks.

Sabrina shifts uncomfortably, her hand reaching out to touch Y/N's arm, hoping to calm her down. But Y/N ignores her touch and glances at her, waiting for her to answer the other man, "Baby, I wasn't going to say yes." She says softly, her eyes finally softening once she sees the fury and hurt pride in her eyes.

Y/N shakes her head with a sarcastic smile that makes Sabrina grimace, pulling her arm from Sabrinas grip, "You know what actually?" Y/N begins with an enthusiastic voice, giving away her anger, "Since the two of you were clearly having such an intriguing conversation, you should definitely go for dinner! In fact, here, let me pay for it!" Y/N beams, pulling out her wallet to make a point, "How much do you need? Couple hundred?" 

Ethans eyes go wide as Y/N holds out the bills to him. He looks a more afraid than he did before, hands lifting in surrender, "Woah, no...no, I wasn't actually going to." He stammers out.

Sabrinas face drops completely. She grabs Y/N's wrist before she can actually hand him the bills, "Stop." She hisses out through clenched teeth, "That's not funny."

Y/N continues to smile sarcastically, and holds her arms out in mock confusion, "I'm serious! You guys seemed to be having a good, flirty conversation. You guys were having fun, enjoying it, so let me pay for dinner!"

Ethan shakes his head, genuinely afraid now, as Y/N continues to hand him the cash, "Nah nah, I'm good, I wasn't serious...just making conversation."

Sabrina however is no longer playful, or guilty. She's furious. Not at Ethan but at Y/N for embarrassing her like this in front of everyone. She turns to Ethan sharply, "My apologies for her, go find someone else to talk to."

Y/N shakes her head again, clearly committed to the bit, "No, no, I'll go. I seem to have interrupted." Y/N finally shoves the bills into the inside of his jacket, "Take her somewhere real classy."

Ethan stands frozen and pale faced. Sabrina looks livid. Her nostrils flare and before Ethan can react to Y/N entitled actions she slaps her hand away from him, "What is wrong with you?!" She snaps out, "Stop this right now."

Y/N glares back at her, "What? I'm helping him take you out since you're so interested in what he has to say."

Sabrinas eyes flash, she's never been this mad at you before. But she doesn't yell again. No. Her voice drops to a deadly calm, "Stop. You're humiliating me in front of everyone right now." She speaks slowly, aware of the eyes that have stopped their own conversation to watch theirs.

Y/N keeps glaring at the blonde, crossing her arms over her chest, "Amazing! Then we're both humiliated!" She scoffs out. Ethan seizes this moment of t to disappear into the crowd and away from the green-eyed monster that looked two seconds away from hitting him.

Sabrinas lip trembles with fury. She wasn't expecting this to be the situation. Without warning she grabs Y/N's arm and yanks her towards the nearest exit, a door leading out to a private terrace. The second the two make it through the crowd and outside alone, Sabrina whirls around, her voice rising, "What is your problem?!"

Y/N's eyes widen in genuine surprise, "My problem?!" She exclaims, "You're the one standing with a random guy batting your eyelashes at him!" Y/N eyes fall back into a glare as she remembers Sabrina giggling and Ethan touching her.

Sabrinas eyes widen before they narrow, she jabs her finger into Y/N's chest, "I was being polite! He's Jakes brother." Her voice rises, her voice echoing on the terrace. "You saw me laughing and immediately decided I was flirting back with him, seriously?!" She throws her hands up, blond hair whipping in the wind.

Y/N scoffs again, looking back at Sabrina. Her eyes drift down to Sabrinas chest as it rises and falls from how heavy she's breathing, "So, he wasn't flirting at all? Not even a little bit?" Y/N questions with disbelief, eyes still trained on Sabrinas chest.

Sabrina rolls her eyes as she catches the other woman's stare, "Of course he was flirting!" She admits with a glare. "And I was polite and smiled like I always do! Ignoring it like I always do because I love you!" She steps closer, poking Y/N's chest again, "But you didn't come over! You just sat there seething like a jealous psycho instead of claiming me right in front of him! In front of everyone!" 

So, that's what this was about? She wanted a reaction. She wanted attention...She wanted to feel wanted.

"That's what this is all about?! You wanted me to claim you in front of everyone?!" Y/N stares down at her, her own chest heaving.

"Yes!" She snaps again. "That's exactly what I wanted! You think I enjoy some random dude flirting with me and pretending to enjoy it?! No. I was waiting for you to walk over and remind me who I belong to! Remind everyone whose girl I am!" Her hands drop to her hips as she shakes her head and looks out to the city next to them.

Y/N swallows, eyes suddenly filled with something other than jealousy.

Want.

She steps towards the blonde woman, backing her up against the railing, "You think I don't let everyone know you're mine? That you're my girl?"

The moment her back hits the cold metal of the terrace railing, Sabrinas breath catches. She swallows before tilting her chin up defiantly, meeting Y/N's heated state with her own, "Prove it." She challenges, voice low and daring.

Y/N stares at her, her words making something animalistic rise up in her. Sabrina catches it in her gaze, and it makes a pool of heat shot to her core. 

Without a second thought Y/N reaches out and grabs Sabrina hips with her hands, her fingers digging into the skin there. They stare at each other for a beat, until Y/N slams her lips onto Sabrina's.

The kiss is searing, all the pent-up anger, jealousy and possessiveness spill into it. Sabrina gasps against her lips before kissing back just as hard. Her hands fly to grip Y/N's shoulders fingers digging in like she's afraid she'll disappear or pull away. 

When they finally break away for air, her lips are swollen and her cheeks are flushed pink. She stares at Y/N, how her pupils are blown, how her chest rises and falls rapidly. But not from anger this time. She surges forward again, her hands gliding up to tangle in her lovers hair, tugging on it.

Y/N pulls back making Sabrina whine slightly, "Turn around." She commands sharply, Sabrina eyes widening.

"What?" She questions, unsure if Y/N is asking what she thinks she is.

"I said turn around." Y/N repeats. "You want me to show everyone who you belong to? Then I'm going to make sure the whole of New York knows who you belong to." She smirks, her hand trailing along Sabrinas waist and down to her thigh. "Now. Turn. Around."

The command in her voice sends a shiver down her spine. The way Y/N is looking at her makes her mouth go dry. And for once, she doesn't argue. She nods silently before obeying and turning her body, her hands gripping the railing in front of her.

The terrace is dimly lit with fairy lights, the city blinks in front of her. If there weren't almost 400 people inside, any of which could walk out and catch that Y/N is going to do to her, she would say it was romantic.

Sabrina glances over her shoulder, looking at Y/N through her lashes. Waiting.

Y/N watches her, the blondes hooded eyes, the way she shakes her ass. Tempting. Then steps forward. rubbing her hands over the curve of the blondes ass making her let out a low moan and press herself further into Y/N's hands.

"God, you're so needy...I haven't even touched you properly yet." Y/N voice comes out a rasp, giving away to her want for the other girl.

Sabrina lets out a breath, biting her lip, "Touch me, baby...please, touch me." She drops her head, rubbing her thighs together as Y/N continues to rub her skin with aching slowness.

Y/N smirks to herself behind her, "Begging already?" She starts before dropping her hand under thew blondes dress, "You've been a bad girl tonight...you think you deserve for me to touch you." She asks the blonde.

Sabrina shakes her head quickly, "No! No, but I need it, baby, I need you so bad."

"Yeah?" Y/N runs her fingers over her clothed core, feeling the slick wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet already." She groans out, closing her eyes to gain some self-control back, to stop herself from taking Sabrina right then and there. 

No. The blonde was going to suffer more before that.

"I don't think you deserve anything." She leans down to whisper the words into the blondes ear before stepping back.

Sabrina's eyes widen as she whips her head round to look at Y/N, "No!" She reaches her arm around to pull the other woman back against her. She was so wet, so close already. She needed Y/N to touch her more.

Y/N steps back towards Sabrina, pressing her body right up against hers. So close Sabrina can feel the bulge in Y/N pants. She straightens up, pressing her back harder against Y/N. The thin fabric of her dress doing nothing for the either of them.

Sabrina, rests the back of her head against Y/N's shoulder, her hand reaching down to rub the bulge pressing against her ass, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard the whole city will hear me." She whispers out sultry.

Y/N doesn't hesitate. One hand slides around her waist, pulling Sabrina flush against her while the other lifts to gather her hair, pushing it to the side to her lips can  find the exposed skin of her shoulder, kissing a slow trail upward.

Sabrina shudders, tilting further with a quiet sigh to expose more skin for Y/N to assault. Sabrina tilts her head back, catching Y/N's in another heated kiss.

Y/N trials her hand down from the blondes stomach to the hem of her dress, reaching her hand under to again press her fingers over the blondes covered core, spreading the wetness.

Sabrina detaches her lips from Y/N's to let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a moan and a sigh of content. Y/N continues to spread the blondes wetness, before pressing her fingers harder against her clit. 

Sabrina doubles over slightly, making Y/N catch her, "Oh..." She moans out, her eyes shut in pleasure as Y/N begins rubbing circles through her lace panties. Her hand shoots down to cover Y/N's pressing her hand harder against her core, begging for more.

Y/N understands what she wants and move her hand lower, dipping her fingers inside the panties, causing the blondes hips to jolt, chasing the friction, her whimpers only spurring Y/N on.

Sabrina reaches back as Y/N's fingers meet her bare core, clutching her arm like an anchor, her hips rocking against Y/N's hand shamelessly. Y/N continues to circle her clit again before sinking two fingers into her without warning.

The sudden stretch makes Sabrina cry out, loud and unfiltered. Her walls clamp around Y/N's fingers instantly, already fluttering with need. Her thighs squeeze around her wrist instinctively, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she grinds down onto her hand desperately, chasing the pleasure. Her free hand flies up to cover her own mouth... not to be quiet, but because she's biting back moans, and failing miserably as Y/N curls those two fingers just right inside her.

Y/N adds a third finger without warning, stretching her further as Sabrina whimpers through clenched teeth, overwhelmed but loving it. Her eyes fly open as the third finger stretches her. A tear slips down her cheek from how intense it feels, but she doesn't ask to stop. Instead, she grabs Y/N's wrist with both hands, not to pull you away, but to hold her there, urging her fingers deeper as her hips grind in time with each thrust.

Y/N smirks against Sabrina's shoulder—amused by how needy and desperate the blonde is. With her free hand, she tilts her chin and finally kiss her again, deep, messy, all tongue.

Sabrina moans into her mouth, her body vibrating with pleasure as Y/N continues to finger her without mercy. The third finger makes every movement tighter. Hotter. More overwhelming.

When the kiss breaks for air, she gasps, "I'm gonna-" But cuts herself off with a sharp cry as Y/N's thumb suddenly presses down hard on her clit in perfect rhythm with the thrusts. The second the thumb presses against her clit she shatters. 

Her back bows off Y/N as a full-body shudder wracks through her, orgasming hard right there against the railing in front of God and everyone. Her legs tremble violently. A high, breathy whine escapes her throat as she clenches around Y/N's fingers like a vice, pulsing with every wave of pleasure.

Y/N doesn't give her a moment to rest before she hikes her dress up. Unbuckling het belt as Sabrina flops against the railing, her body still shaking from the pleasure, wetness dripping down her thigh.

Y/N groans and pulls herself out her pants, her thick cock standing tall as she spits in her hand and uses it to jerk herself off, "God, you look so pretty like this...I'm going to show you who you belong to."

Sabrina turns her head, still panting, when her eyes lock on Y/N's cock. Her lips part as she watches her stoke herself, her moth watering and she feels herself getting wetter than before.

She watches Y/N step closer, still jerking herself, pre-cum leaking from the tip and instinctively parts her thighs. Without breaking eye contact, Y/N lines herself up, pressing the thick head of her cock against Sabrinas soaked panties. The fabric drenched, clinging to her. Then, with one rough tug, she yanks those lace panties aside and pushes inside.

"Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes, baby." Y/N gasps out loudly, her back arching as she's filled completely. "Just like that! God, you fill me so good." Sabrina continues to moan, her knuckles white from how hard she clutches the railing.

Y/N groans as she pushes herself into Sabrina until she bottoms out, "Fuck, you pussy is always so good, so tight and wet...you suck me right in."

Sabrina moans at Y/N's dirty talk, moving her ass back, urging her to move, "Fuck me...Fuck me and show me I'm yours, show me yours the only one who can fuck me this good."

The second Y/N starts moving, hard, deep, punishing thrusts, Sabrina's entire body jolts with each snap of her hips. The railing clangs from the force as she grips it for dear life.

Y/N leans over her, chest pressed to Sabrina's back, one hand fisting in blonde hair while the other digs into her hip to keep her steady. Every drag of cock inside has them both seeing stars, wet sounds mingling with their heavy breathing and moans.

"Look at you." Y/N growls between clenched teeth. "Taking me so fucking good... like you were made for this."

Sabrina can't form words anymore, just broken whimpers and cries every time Y/N bottoms out. Her legs shake; she's already close again because nothing feels better than being owned by her like this.

Y/N's thrusts turn ruthless, each one aimed to wreck Sabrina, to brand her as hers with every brutal snap of their hips. The terrace railing rattles dangerously, but neither care.

Sabrina's moans pitch higher, turning desperate and pleading as Y/N hits that spot inside her over and over, the one that makes stars explode behind her eyelids, "I'm gonna-" She chokes out. "Baby I'm gonna cum again!"

Y/N smirks against the back of her neck before biting down on it, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to mark. A claim. A warning. She better come right now.

The bite on her neck sends Sabrina over the edge, her whole body locks up as another orgasm crashes into her, even more intense than the first. Her walls clamp down around Y/N's cock like a vise, pulsing and fluttering wildly.

Y/N grits her teeth, groaning through it, because holy shit, nothing feels better than Sabrina coming on her dick, but she doesn't stop fucking her. No mercy, "That's it... fuck... take it." She pants, "You look so pretty when you cum for me."

Sabrina is a trembling mess now; oversensitive but still riding the high as Y/N keeps pounding into her without letting either of them catch their breath. The city skyline blurs in front of them, everything else irrelevant except this moment right here.

Y/N feels her own climax building, her hips stutter, the coil in her stomach tightening with every slick slide inside Sabrina. She's close. So fucking close. Her thrusts turn erratic, losing rhythm as pleasure surges through her. The slap of skin echoes off the terrace walls, mixed with Sabrina's whimpers and moans still echoing from her earlier orgasm, "I'm gonna cum." Y/N warns roughly, "Gonna fill you up, mark you so everyone knows who owns this pussy."

Sabrina whines at that, both from exhaustion and how ridiculously hot it is when Y/N talks dirty like this. Her body squeezes around Y/N again instinctively, pushing them both toward that peak together.

With a guttural groan, Y/N buries herself as deep as possible—burying her cock to the hilt—and comes. Hard. Hot pulses of release flood Sabrina's insides, her body milking every last drop from Y/N like she was made for it. The sensation is overwhelming, warmth spreading through her core while Y/N shudders behind her, forehead dropping onto Sabrina's shoulder.

For a few seconds, they just breathe. No words. Just the sound of their ragged gasps and the distant party music still playing inside.

Then, slowly... Y/N presses soft kisses along Sabrina's bare shoulder—the same spot she bit earlier—as if apologising for being so rough with affection instead of dominance now that they're coming down from highs.

Sabrina melts into the gentle kisses, her body still buzzing with aftershocks. The contrast between Y/N's earlier possessive ferocity and now these tender pecks makes her heart flutter.

She turns her head slightly, just enough to catch Y/N's lips in a slow, sweet kiss. This one isn't hungry or desperate, it's soft. Grateful. When they pull apart, Sabrina smiles lazily at her girlfriend... then suddenly winces as she shifts on sore legs, "You wrecked me." She laughs breathlessly, "In the best way."

Y/N simply grins and begins fixing herself before helping Sabrina get fixed up. Leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her lips, whispering, "Let's get you home so I can wreck you some more."

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[jadeittic]

OMGGGG her doing hot laps w celebs please!

she changes everyone’s lives after doing a lap w her

more about driver!yn

TOM HOLLAND

Tom had barely buckled in before YN turned to him, helmet tilted slightly.

“Ever peed yourself on a racetrack?” — “Wait, wha—”

The engine roared.

They launched from the pit lane like a bullet from a cannon. Tom’s scream cracked before they even hit turn one.

“OH MY GOD?! YOU DIDN’T EVEN COUNT ME DOWN!”

“You said you wanted the full experience!” YN shouted back over the engine, laughing maniacally as she hit a perfect apex.

“I MEANT THE TOUR! NOT A DEATH MISSION!”

“Tom, this is me going easy on you.”

By lap’s midpoint, Tom was gasping like a fish, body flung around by every brutal corner, eyes wide like he’d seen the multiverse collapse.

“You’re insane,” he wheezed.

YN grinned behind the visor. “Say that again when we hit the hairpin.”

He screamed again.

When the car finally stopped, Tom yanked off his helmet with trembling hands and unsteady legs. His curls were wild, his voice hoarse, and his pride shattered.

“I’m never doing that again,” he said. Then, quieter: “…unless you drive.”

YN gave him a slow, smug high-five. “Passenger princess behavior. Love that for you.”

user: tom was SOBBING by turn 2 and i love that for him

user: the way she said “passenger princess behavior” BYEEE

user: someone check if his soul left his body on that hairpin

MICHAEL B JORDAN

“Be honest,” he said as he slid into the passenger seat. “You gonna drive safe or try to impress me?”

YN turned slowly, lips curving into a smirk under the helmet.

“Would it impress you if I almost made you cry?”

Michael chuckled, cocky and unbothered. “You wish.”

They launched.

Two corners in, the cockiness began to crack.

“Okay—wait—YOU’RE REALLY GOIN’ FOR IT, HUH—”

YN grinned. “What’s wrong, Creed? This not fast enough?”

“You tryna kill me or flirt with me?!”

“Can’t it be both?”

By the time they hit the back straight, Michael was gripping the seat like it had wronged him in a past life.

He tried to say something—probably flirty, probably dumb—but YN swerved into a hard brake before he could finish.

When they finally stopped, he stumbled out, laughing through sheer terror.

“I’ve never been so scared and so attracted to someone at the same time.”

YN just leaned casually against the car, peeling off her helmet.

“That tends to happen.”

user: passenger seat got turned into a confession booth

user: she had him stuttering by turn 3 LMAOOO

user: the way he flirted and she brake-tested him 😭

HAILEE STEINFELD

“You always drive this reckless?” Hailee asked, slipping into the seat like she owned the car.

YN gave her a crooked grin. “Only when there’s a pretty girl watching.”

She rolled her eyes. “Try not to kill me. I’ve got a movie coming out.”

“You dying in my car is the promo.”

They launched. And Hailee? Didn’t scream.

She laughed.

Every sharp corner, she leaned into it like a wave. Every gear shift, she smirked like she was thriving.

YN was… stunned. Slightly intimidated.

“You’re really not scared, huh?” — “Nope. I’ve dated worse drivers.”

“Damn. Wanna date me next?”

Hailee snorted. “Try again after the cooldown lap.”

They pulled into the pits with hair whipping, eyes sparkling, and matching smirks. The garage crew looked at them like they’d just walked out of a heist.

Hailee slipped off her helmet. “That was fun.”

YN blinked. “…You’re terrifying.”

Hailee winked. “You started it.”

user: hailee was unfazed and flirty and i’m obsessed

user: they’re girlfriends now don’t argue

user: hailee got her giggle + her girl. legend

SABRINA CARPENTER

Sabrina walked toward the paddock like she was on the Met Gala carpet. Pink heels, sunglasses, glossy lips, not a strand out of place.

YN, leaning on the car, whistled. “Didn’t know this was a red carpet lap.”

Sabrina didn’t even flinch. “Didn’t know you’d look this underwhelming in person.”

“Oh she’s mean,” YN said with a grin. “I like it.”

Once buckled in, Sabrina tapped her nails against the dashboard. “Just so we’re clear, if I die, I will sue. But I’ll do it gracefully.”

YN cracked her knuckles. “You’ll die fabulous. Promise.”

They launched.

Sabrina screamed. Like a full-on scream.

“YN, SLOW DOWN RIGHT NOW—”

“I’m just doing the warm-up lap.”

By lap two, she stopped screaming and started laughing—hard. “This is absolutely the stupidest thing I’ve ever done—do it again.”

YN whipped the wheel into a chicane. “You good back there, Barbie?”

By the end, Sabrina’s hair was a wind-blown mess, lipstick slightly smeared, heels in her lap—and she looked happier than ever.

“That was insane. You’re evil. Marry me?”

YN grinned. “I thought you were suing me.”

“I’m complex.”

user: not sabrina going from “i will sue” to “marry me” in under 2 laps

user: “you look underwhelming in person” had yn smirkingggg

user: how do i third wheel this energy

PEDRO PASCAL

“Okay, mi niña,” Pedro said gently as he got in. “You promise not to kill me?”

YN grinned, helmet under her arm. “No.”

He laughed—but you could hear the anxiety behind it.

As she pulled out of the pit lane, he braced the handlebar like his life depended on it.

“Okay. Okay. We’re doing this. This is great. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

The moment they hit 290km/hr? He squealed.

Like squealed, then cleared his throat and tried to act macho.

“Dios mío—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

They hit a high-speed corner and Pedro let out a strained “WHEEEEE,” voice cracking.

“You sounded like a kettle,” YN laughed.

“Shut up, hija del diablo—”

Mid-lap, he finally let go of the handle and actually started laughing for real.

“You’re terrifying,” he said.

YN smiled. “And you’re into it.”

Post-lap, he was a sweaty mess of leather and cologne, leaning on the car like his knees forgot how to function.

YN handed him water. “You survived.”

He took it, winked. “Barely. If I die tonight, it was worth it.”

user: “you sound scared” “i’m not scared” bro was definitely scared

user: yn had him giggling like a high school crush

user: my latino father is now in love with a race car driver help

Every time a celebrity gets invited to do a hot lap, their first question is: "Will YN LN be driving?"