Okay so. Lou Top(obvs) Strap, Spanking, Light Choking, Multiple O’s, Hickeys, Scratch Marks, Edging, Kink Praise and maybe some Squirting. Thank you. X 😊
This turned out waaaay different and darker than expected, but I wanted some exposition first. Hope you enjoy this angst a la smut.
“You gonna tell me about it?” Tammy asked, looking sternly at Debbie. If anyone could make her crack, it was Tammy and Debbie knew it. Deborah Ocean could lie to a lot of people, but Tammy was one of the few she couldn’t.
“Nope,” Debbie spoke, the pop of the word echoing through the emptied out apartment.
“She’s really gone, huh?” Tammy mused, looking around the space as she walked slowly, her hands falling on the empty shelf that used to case a large collection of vinyls.
“Yep,” Debbie responded, her tone the same. Exaggerating these small words as if they made up for the sentences and feelings she should have been sharing with her friend. Probably her best friend now. She doubted Lou would ever speak to her again after the way she’d ended things.
“And you’re really sure about moving in with him?” Tammy asked, quieter this time.
Debbie wanted to respond in the same way. Something small and sharp and fast that shut down any follow-up questions, but she’d been mulling over the same question herself lately. Lou had left her the apartment. Told her to do what she wanted with it: keep it, rent it out, sell it. She didn’t care. She just couldn’t be there anymore. Too painful, she’d spat. Too many memories, she’d choked out, before turning her head to try and hide her tears that Debbie still had caught.
“I’m gonna pack up the bedroom,” Debbie answered instead.
“Do you want my help?”
“I think I need to do this part alone,” Debbie spoke. It was the first ounce of honesty she’d uttered out loud today. “Would you mind starting on the kitchen? I barely had anything in there. Should be fast.”
Tammy nodded, getting to work as Debbie headed around the corner to their bedroom, holding her breath as she pushed open the door, taking in the bed. She’d expected it to be stripped down to the mattress, but it was still neatly made. Pillowcases, sheets, comforter. Everything. Like Lou had barely even slept in it when she had been living her alone.
I haven’t been sleeping much anyway lately. Not that you’d care.
Debbie sat down on the bed, not sure where to start as she surveyed the room. What she didn’t expect, as she bit her lip to stop it from quivering, was the tears that started to fall down rapidly as her chest shook. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to blink the tears away and steady her heart, but she couldn’t.
The brunette laid down, curling into a ball as she took one of Lou’s pillows and held it to her chest, breathing it in as she shook.
“God, I’m sorry,” Debbie sobbed quietly into the pillow. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
She let herself cry the first of many tears she would shed over the blonde. It was real. It was finally hitting her.
She didn’t know how long it had been since she’d been laying there sobbing quietly, but she could hear the taping of boxes outside, Tammy still at work. She took a deep breath and rubbed her nose against her sleeve, rolling over to open Lou’s night table and make sure it was empty.
It wasn’t. Of course it wasnt.
There was a lighter in the top drawer, but the rest was gone. Her heart swelled a bit knowing that included some handwritten notes from herself, coasters from clubs and bars they’d been to and old postcards. But the evil voice inside her head reminded her that Lou could’ve tossed those just as easily as well.
She opened the second drawer and found herself stunned. There was a sideways bottle of lube and Lou’s favorite harness, the dildo still slung haphazardly through the ring probably from the last time they’d used it together. Debbie was surprised. She had assumed Lou would take it with her. Would be actively use it with someone or multiple someones. But maybe she hadn’t. Maybe she couldn’t. Too many memories again maybe.
Debbie’s finger reached out to stroke the silicon lightly as she let out a deep sigh. She wished she could go back to that last time. So much anger and jealousy and hate.
“Why him?” Lou hissed, pushing Debbie against the wall, her hand pushed against Debbie’s neck as she let out an involuntary moan. “Tell me he makes you feel the way I do.”
“Lou,” Debbie protested, trying to break free from her grasp.
“Tell me,” the blonde demanded, pressing against her harder, her thigh slamming between Debbie’s legs.
“Lou, don’t do this to me. Please—”
Lou grabbed at Debbie’s hair as she panted, pressing her thigh further against the brunette as she groaned.
“Please, what?”
Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be….please let me go…please take me back…please ask me to stay….please….please….
“Punish me.”
“Debbie,” the blonde sighed, removing her thigh and backing away towards the bed.
“I deserve it,” Debbie spat, grabbing at Lou’s wrist. “Punish me, Lou. I fucked up.”
“You want me to punish you?” Lou asked. “You think that’ll fix this?”
She pushed Debbie back against the wall, her hands stopping her before her chest could hit it, Lou grabbing at her skirt and pushing it up her waist as she pulled her underwear down, letting it fall to her ankles.
“How many do you deserve?” Lou spat, spanking Debbie’s ass as the brunette cried out. “One? Five? Fifty?”
“I don’t know,” Debbie breathed as Lou spanked her again, her skin starting to bloom red. “I don’t know, Lou. I just know I deserve it.” Lou spanked her again.
Debbie waited for the next spank to come, but it didn’t. Lou was shaking and crying, backing up towards the bed until her ankles caught on it and she fell backwards, Debbie coming after her to crawl over her and straddle her, grabbing at her shoulders.
“Punish me,” Debbie repeated, not knowing what else to say. Not being able to say what she really wanted to say to her.
Debbie tried to pull her up by her shoulders, the blonde pure dead weight in her arms until she finally flopped against her, Debbie digging into her back leaving marks as she scratched, begging and pleading Lou to do something. Anything. She bit at Lou’s neck. Her shoulders. Her chest. Trying to get a rise out of her. Trying to get a reaction. She sucked bruises into ivory skin as Lou moaned, tears still rolling down her face.
“You’re so good,” Debbie cried. “You’re so good. You’re so perfect, baby. God, you’re so—“
“Don’t. baby. me.” Lou spat, pushing Debbie off of her as she tugged the drawer of the night table open, throwing her harness onto the bed as Debbie looked at her confused. “Don’t tell me how good I am.”
“You’re a saint,” Debbie quivered. “And I—and I—“
“Have put me through Fucking hell, Deborah,” Lou growled, her hands gripping Debbie’s hips as she held her against the edge of the bed, cool metal from the harness touching Debbie’s skin as the silicon of the dildo poked at her. “Is this what you want? Is this what you wanted from me?” Lou hissed, thrusting into her suddenly as Debbie cried out, Lou stretching her suddenly, fucking deep into her.
“Fuck, Lou, I—“
“Does he Fuck you like this?” Lou asked, thrusting faster as she spanked Debbie’s ass. “Does his cock feel as good as mine? Can he make you come? Or do you have to do it yourself? After he’s rolled over and gone to sleep. Your fingers trailing under your panties. Closing your eyes.”
“God, baby, you, Fuck—you feel so good. shit.”
“You think of me don’t you, Debbie?” Lou hissed, pounding into her as their skin slapped together roughly, Debbie shaking beneath her as she tried to keep herself up. Lou pulled out suddenly, knowing Debbie was right on the edge. “You think about my fingers. My tongue. My strap.”
“I know,” Lou whispered, her fingers dipping into Debbie to collect her wetness as she flashed it before Debbie’s eyes before sucking on her fingers. “Bet he doesn’t even know what you taste like. So delicious. So perfect.”
“Fuck,” Debbie groaned.”
“But I’m sure you know what his dick tastes like, don’t you?” Lou laughed, starting to thrust into Debbie again. “Who cares as long as he’s getting his, right? Bet you miss that I only get off by making you hot. By making you come.”
“Lou, I’m—I’m Fuck, I’m gonna.”
“Come for me, Debbie,” Lou whispered, her voice breaking. “Go ahead, babygirl. Come on my strap.”
“Fuuuuck, daddy,” Debbie moaned, falling against the bed as Lou sank against her, shaking against her skin.
“Do you call him that too, Deb?” Lou asked, but the venom was gone from her tone. It was a sad whisper. Broken. “Or just me?”
“Make me come again,” Debbie whispered. “So I don’t forget.”
She wished she could go back to that last time. Wished she could ask Lou to forgive her. To take her back. To make love to her instead. To kiss Lou’s lips softly one more time. To taste Lou on her lips, on her skin, on her tongue. To love her one more time.
so i thought there was no better description than the car scene its self!! hope that it works and thats okay! xxxx
That’s perfect! Hopefully I did this Loubbie variation justice 👏🏻
(50 Shades inspired Loubbie car chase)
“Deb, I’ve got one!” Lou called, grinning as the door opened.
Debbie raced over to get into the sleek car and sighed with relief as she sat back in the seat.
“Oh, shit,” Debbie panicked. “I don’t know how to drive stick.” She realized aloud after having sunk into the driver’s seat.
“No time to switch, honey,” Lou clicked her teeth. “Get the car moving. I’ll lead you through it.”
“Alright,” Debbie nodded, starting the engine, glancing behind them. “Get Danny on the phone. Maybe he can play interference or something, I don’t know.”
“Deb, go,” Lou pleaded, noticing the two black cars behind them.
“Fucking hell,” the brunette cursed, her foot pressing all the way down on the gas, her skin turning white as knuckles gripped the wheel and her foot pressed forcefully against the toes of her stilettos.
“Lose them, honey,” Lou muttered, dialing Danny’s number as she kept her eyes on the mirrors, cursing when she saw a third car gaining on them.
Debbie nodded again, adrenaline pumping through her blood as she took the speed up about forty more miles, trying not to let her brain get caught up in the worry of numbers and how fast it all seemed. She had to be precise. Had to be focused. Had to protect Lou.
“Danny, hey,” Lou muttered. “Yeah...yeah, there’s three...these Deb’s guys or yours?...yeah that’s what we thought...get Rusty on it—“
“No,” Debbie corrected, even though she could only hear half of the information. “Basher.”
“Deb’s right,” Lou nodded. “Make it Bash on the bike. Circle those fuckers...yeah I will...yeah.”
“What’s happening?” Debbie asked as Lou slid the phone between her legs and stretched to look behind them through the back window. She whipped her view back to the front.
“You’re gonna pass through those two freight trucks is what’s happening.”
“Jesus fuck,”
“You don’t have much of a choice, love,” Lou sighed, leaning forward on the dashboard like she was watching a horse race and had bet it with high stakes.
Debbie let out a long breath as they squeezed through much to her shock, speeding snd curving off the highway cement for a second to cut off a bundle of cars, beeping the horn and flashing her lights, trying to circle anything in their way.
Lou let out a chuckle as the Ocean’s eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, steadily gaining speed, eyes dark in concentration.
“You’re loving this aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Lou smirked. Her phone buzzed and she took it to her ear, letting out a sigh of her own. “Two left Deb, you lost one...fuck, it’s Benedict...”
“Damnit, Danny,” Debbie rolled her eyes. Of course it was someone on Danny’s shit list and not hers. She may have played with fire but she knew how to cover her ass. Danny on the other hand was always causing explosions without a cleanup plan and here Terry Benedict was, using Debbie as bait because Tess wasn’t available. It wasn’t hard to piece together.
“Bash is gaining on him,” Lou told her, still half-listening to Danny. “Head for the city. Fast.”
“Lou, I don’t think I can—“
“You’ve got this, love,” Lou smiled sympathetically. Her hand grabbed Debbie’s thigh and gripped tight. “Almost there.”
The city skyline was in sight and Debbie barreled towards it, blood rushing to her head, thumping and pounding. They crossed the bridge in a frenzy, Debbie trying not to think about how short the railings were on the sides by the water as she kicked into even higher gear, Lou’s hand covering hers on the stick for a moment to guide it, a spark traveling through her fingers and up her wrist.
Danny buzzed again and Lou winked at her. “You lost him. Basher’s on the last guy....Danny says find a garage and we’ll wait it out until the coast is clear...yeah...yep...thanks, Danny.”
Debbie turned down the first cross street she could, scanning for cars and pedestrians, her heart in her throat until she finally saw that glorious green “P” sign and made a break towards it, pulling in and speeding down the ramp past the parking barrier as it broke off and slid across the cement, Lou tossing her a look that was both shocked and impressed as Debbie pulled between two cars on the third floor of the lot, her head slamming back into the seat as they came to a stop.
Debbie sucked in a deep breath, Lou’s eyes still on her, now blazing with something lustful.
“Deb,” Lou breathed. “Get over here.”
Debbie tossed her an incredulous look, but did as the Australian demanded, and crossed over the center console to settle on Lou’s lap, her dress shifting up to her hips, providing Lou a view of her barely there lace thong.
“You are incredible,” Lou breathed, pulling Debbie close against her as she kissed her deeply, hands tangling in Debbie’s loose curls. “And a super hot getaway driver. We may have to make a permanent switch.”
“You like it when I take the reins, huh?” Debbie breathed into Lou’s ear and she groaned. The brunette dove back in to kiss Lou more, grinding into her lap.
The Ocean’s mouth opened slightly as she pulled back from Lou’s lips.
“Are you—“
“Am I—“ Lou smirked, grinding her hips up into Debbie, making Debbie gasp.
“You’ve been packing this entire time?” Debbie breathed, reaching down to rub her hand over the now unmistakable dildo inside Lou’s slacks.
“Figured we’d have something to celebrate at the end of this job,” Lou shrugged. “And I know how much you love it when I strap up for you.”
“Fuck, I do,” Debbie moaned, leaning back into the blonde’s neck. She started to lick down it, sucking a mark in the middle that would bloom purple by morning.
“How wet are you?” Lou whispered, her hand rubbing against Debbie’s lace underwear. Debbie groaned at the contact. “I want you to ride me. Right here. Right now.”
Debbie grinded against the strap again, making Lou hiss. The brunette slowly unzipped Lou’s slacks, sighing in satisfaction as the black silicon popped free from the fly.
Lou gasped as she watched Debbie drag the tip through her folds, rubbing it through her pooling heat before thrusting the dildo deep inside her with a deep groan that made the blonde let out a “Fuck, Debs” as Debbie bottomed out on the dildo, her eyes never leaving Lou’s.
The blonde’s hands dug into Debbie’s hips and Debbie’s hands clawed Lou’s shoulders.
“You should see how fucking hot you look like this,” Lou breathed.
“You should fuck me so hard I can’t see anything,” Debbie tossed back, grinding down onto Lou as she cried out at the stretch, the windows starting to fog.
I just read the one where Tammy joins the con world but could you write one where she walks in on them having sex and they convince her to join in on the sexytimes
Of course! Here you go☺️
“Did you get the credit line?” Debbie asked, swinging the door open and then shut behind her as she stormed into the dorm room, dropping her messenger bag on the floor.
Lou peered over the bed with a smirk, cracking her gum, waiting for Debbie in nothing but a sports bra and boxers, having already taken over Debbie’s bed in the dorm room. “Of course.”
“When’s practice?” Debbie breathed, climbing into the bed before kissing Lou softly.
“Four,” Lou murmured, pulling the brunette closer to her and deepening the kiss. “When’s chem?”
“Two,” Debbie rolled her eyes.
“Don’t do that,” Lou chided, helping Debbie push her shirt up over her head.
“Do what?” Debbie winked as Lou imitated her dramatic eye roll.
“Actually I was hoping next time it would be you making me do it.”
“Is that a challenge, Ocean?” Lou breathed, licking her lips.
“Take your pants off, Miller.”
“Yours first,” Lou whispered.
”Need to feel you.”
“Want you to sit on my face,” Debbie whispered back.
“Deb,” the blonde groaned, as Debbie ran a finger down her chest.
“Let’s flip for it,” Lou suggested. “Heads I top, tails you bottom.”
“Okay,” Debbie smiled, going to kiss Lou again. “Wait a minute—“
“Look at that,” Lou teased. “I win either way and oops—I don’t even have a coin.”
“You’re the worst,” Debbie groaned.
“You mean the best,” Lou corrected her, unbuttoning her pants and lowering the zipper. She pushed her hand into Debbie’s panties without warning and the brunette gasped aloud at the sudden intrusion. “Best you’ve ever had.”
“Lou, fuck,” Debbie moaned as Lou pumped into her deep and slow, trying to claw and grab at Lou’s bra to get it off as Lou worked marks into her neck.
“What do you want, honey?” Lou hissed in her ear, pumping harder and faster.
“Make me come,” Debbie panted. “Make me beg.”
“Careful what you wish for, love,” Lou smirked, bringing Debbie ever closer until she was practically crying before Lou stopped and Debbie’s face was colored over in shock. “Beg for it then,” the blonde shrugged.
“Baby, please,” Debbie whined.
“Please what?” Lou growled, her voice going lower.
“Lou, please. Please I need to come.”
“You think you deserve it, pretty girl?” Lou asked, just as a door slammed.
“Oh, fuck, not again,” Tammy groaned, turning bright red.
Debbie turned, panting, not even bothering to cover herself as Lou sat back a little with a proud smirk as Debbie swatted at her arm so she’d at least remove her fingers. However, the brunette let out a deep moan and all three of them could hear just how wet Debbie was as Lou removed them from Debbie’s folds, sucking them into her mouth without any shame.
Tammy’s mouth dropped open and Debbie whipped back around to see what Lou had done, her eyes glittering with pride and her mouth growing into a smile. They seemed to be on the same page.
“Funny, we were just thinking of you, Tam,” Debbie offered.
“We got out of lab early—I can just—“
“Stay,” Lou spoke deeply and Tammy found herself unable to move, both wanting to look straight into Lou’s eyes and down at the floor at once.
Debbie and Lou locked eyes and shared a silent: Should we? Yeah, yeah we should.
“Stay?” Tammy repeated, utterly confused. She looked between the two other women in solely their underwear, clearly in the middle of something that neither seemed keen on hiding too well.
Debbie patted the bed beside her, offering the space in between them but Tammy stood still, quaking in her spot.
“Yeah,” Debbie nodded. “I mean we were wondering how the setup is going. Lou just got the credit line.”
“F-fine,” Tammy stuttered. “It’s going great.”
“And then we were wondering, you know with Deb’s lab in a bit and me having practice later, who should get to be in charge for some fun in between class,” Lou carried on as if talking about their weekend plans as a trio. “And apparently, Debbie’s in a pretty demanding mood today. But I’m also not backing down.”
“I’m confused,” Tammy whispered.
“I think Lou’s trying to tell you that we’d both really like to fuck you,” Debbie shrugged. “If that’s something you’re interested in.”
“No pressure,” Lou grinned, flashing her teeth.
“You’re both fucking with me, right?” Tammy whispered with a squeak.
“Fucking you?” Lou chuckled. “That’s the goal.”
“But fucking with you?” Debbie smirked. “Not one bit. Sometimes, we like to share.”
Tammy took a single shaky step forward.
“So you’d both be—“
“Making you feel good,” Debbie whispered.
“Making you come,” Lou whispered, her hand starting to trail up Debbie’s thigh. “I know you’ve liked what you’ve seen, Tam. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Well,” Tammy stammered. “I’ve never—it’s not ever on purpose or—“
Debbie was standing up now, placing a finger to Tammy’s lips with a quiet shhhh. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
Tammy looked between them like they were crazy, but her face started to soften. She had thought about it. More than. And they’d even joked about it.
Debbie held out a hand and Tammy took it cautiously.
“Tammy, can I kiss you?” Debbie whispered, squeezing her hand.
“Yes,” the other woman answered softly. “Yes, I’d like that.”
Debbie’s lips met Tammy’s softly, her hand moving under her chin as she felt Tammy melt into her, her hesitation and unsureness fading into enjoyment, free from logic and reason now. Lou came up behind Tammy, sweeping her hair to the side so she could kiss slowly down her neck and shoulders.
“Is this okay?” The blonde whispered.
Tammy nodded, whimpering out a small “yes”.
“Tam?” Debbie whispered, pulling back from the strawberry blonde’s lips. “You can tell us you changed your mind or want to stop at any time and we’ll stop right away.”
“No questions asked,” Lou nodded.
“Let’s get you on the bed,” The brunette suggested, shifting the trio slightly. “How would you feel if Lou ate you out while I sucked on your tits?
“Fuck,” Tammy breathed. “God, I’d like that. But I don’t know how to—“
“This is Just about making you feel good, Tammy,” Lou promised, her eyes on Debbie, already turned on at the thought of working with Debbie to take another woman apart. “We don’t expect anything. Just to make you feel good.”
“Although Lou loves a good ‘Please’ or some begging,” Debbie laughed, playing with Tammy’s bra strap.
“I’m sure Debbie can give you a tutorial on that,” Lou grinned, tossing a wink to the brunette. “She loves using her words. And sounds.”
