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.
YOUR DIRTY TALK FIC WAS SO GOOD OMG please do another one but lou actually came back early and she texts debbie while outside their bedroom and comes in and surprises debbie and makes her squirt 😳
D: What are you up to?
L: Just got back to the room. About to head to bed.
D: Are you alone?
L: …
D: [2 images sent]
L: Debssssss
D: I miss you baby
L: You’ll see me tomorrow, love. I’ll hit the road first thing
D: Not soon enough
D: Wish you were right here with me
L: It’ll be worth the wait
D: What if I can’t wait?
L: Someone’s greedy
D: Can’t help it
D: Been thinking about you all day
L: Oh?
D: Maybe I did a bit of shopping
L: Shopping?
L: Or stealing?
D: Does it matter if it involves lace?
D: [1 image sent]
L: Two can play at this game honey. Don’t have any new lingerie though
L: [2 images sent]
D: Fuck
L: Sweet dreams?
D: You expect me to sleep after that?
L: Different plan in mind?
Tammy craned her neck, looking at Lou in the backseat of her car, boots up on the upholstery as she smirked down at her phone.
“So, explain to me why I’m getting you from the airport tonight?” Tammy sighed.
“It’s a surprise for Deb,” the blonde grinned, cracking her gum.
“And you’re sitting in the back like I’m an Uber driver because…”
“I mean, did you want to be able to see either of our nudes?” Lou winked, meeting Tammy’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
D: Maybe you could give me permission to touch myself?
D: If I promise to be good for you
“Duty calls,” Lou smirked, waving the phone in the air before she sunk down in the seat with it, her face aglow in the dim car from the phone’s light.
“I don’t even want to know what’s happening here,” Tammy grumbled, rolling her eyes as she focused on the dark highway in front of them.
L: Why don’t you start teasing yourself for me?
L: Over those panties
D: Yes, sir
Lou let out an appreciate groan out loud to which Tammy provided her with a dramatic gagging sound.
“Lou, do you mind?” Tammy hissed, checking her side mirrors as she drove.
“Just be glad Deb isn’t back here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tammy sighed. “We all know she’s a screamer.”
L: Still teasing yourself for me?
D: Yes, sir
D: My panties are pretty soaked
L: Wish I could taste you
L: I want you to dip two fingers inside and tell me how wet you feel
D: Fuck
D: I’m soaked
D: I’d be dripping all over your fingers
L: Soon, honey. I promise.
D: Need you now
L: Use those fingers, love
L: Pretend it’s me fucking you. Nice and slow.
“Drop me off here, Tam,” Lou spoke quietly, sitting up suddenly. “Don’t want her to hear the car on the gravel and get spooked.”
“So just appearing out of thin air is going to be better?”
“Something like that,” the Australian grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt as she reached for her duffle bag. “Thanks, Tim Tam. I mean it.”
She leaned forward to kiss Tammy’s forehead before bouncing out of the car, closing the door softly.
“What are you? The godfather?” Tammy called after her.
L: Add another finger for me, honey
L: You can go a little faster
D: Thank you, baby
Lou continued the block towards the loft, making sure to tread on the dirt and grass, avoiding the sound of the gravel before quietly letting herself into the loft, abandoning her bag on the couch, and clambering up the steps, almost silently, pausing outside the bedroom door.
L: How close are you?
D: Fuck
D: I can barely text I
Lou opened the door slowly, putting her phone down on the dresser, Debbie looking up at her with a gasp, one hand grabbing the sheets and one playing with herself, half-dressed, moaning and writhing.
“How close are you?” Lou repeated, her velvet voice dropping as she sank onto the bed, crawling forward.
“You’re here,” Debbie breathed, not stopping her motions as Lou.
“You may have started this,” Lou chuckled. “But I’m here to finish this. Finish you.”
“Fuck,” Debbie panted with a laugh, pulling the Australian in closer, practically clawing at her. “Best surprise ever.”
“Just wait,” Lou whispered, grinding against Debbie as she gasped again.
“You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“That was the plan,” Lou murmured, slipping Debbie’s hand from between her thighs and sucking her fingers into her mouth as she unzipped her pants with her other one, black silicon popping free as Debbie licked her lips. “Still soaked for me?”
“God, yes,” Debbie moaned, rolling her hips against Lou as the blonde entered her slowly, inch by inch before Debbie bottomed out around her with a final, forceful thrust, the Ocean wrapping her legs around Lou’s hips.
“I missed you so much,” Lou grunted, slamming into her partner.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You gonna come for me, honey? Make a mess all over me?”
“Shit, Lou. I think—Fuck, Fuck yes I’m gonna—don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the blonde hissed, rocking into Debbie, their skin sliding against each other. “Fuck, Deb, you’re—“
Debbie merely nodded, as she grabbed Lou even tighter, shaking against her as Lou smirked between them, savoring the brunette’s moans as wetness spread between them, dripping down both of their thighs.
“Well, I know I flew back early, but Fuck, Deb. I think that little trick takes the cake,” Lou chuckled, Debbie moaning as the dildo moved inside her with the blonde’s laughter.
“Think you can make me do it again?” Debbie winked.
“Will you put it on for me?” Debbie asked softly as Lou nodded, taking it out from the box and fastening it securely over Debbie’s neck. Her fingers felt for the charm again now that it was settled on her chest, just above her breasts. “I just don’t understand how it works exactly.”
Lou gave the chain a little tug, pulling Debbie in towards her lips as Debbie gasped softly letting out a small “oh” as the blonde smirked.
“Then I guess we have some practicing to do,” Lou breathed, tangling her fingers in the chain.
Debbie stifled a moan as Lou pulled her in closer, her breath cool against Debbie’s face as she swallowed thickly in anticipation, her lust for her partner growing by the second.
“How about this?” Lou hummed, tracing the chain delicately with her index finger as she thought, keeping her watchful eyes on Debbie. “I’m the only one who can take this off and out this on you. You can ask me to, of course. Or I can ask you. But when it’s on, well, that means…”
“You’ll have control over me,” Debbie murmured, looking up at the blonde in awe.
Lou nodded, her fingers dragging past the chain as they dipped softly into Debbie’s cleavage. “And with this one, it’s nothing out of the ordinary, and perfect for in public casually, but anyone who does know would you realize…”
“Realize what?” Debbie breathed, feeling Lou’s lips tickle her ear.
“That you belong to me,” the blonde whispered as Debbie moaned in response, her knees buckling slightly. “Oh, Deb,” Lou chuckled, catching her partner to steady her. “I always forget how much you love being submissive for me.”
“Only you.”
“Do you want to keep it on, honey?”
Debbie nodded quickly, but Lou’s finger was under her chin, lifting it, as she gave Debbie a stern, but knowing look.
“Yes,” Debbie vocalized as Lou smiled in return. “Yes, sir.”
The blonde let out a groan of appreciation as her hands traced down Debbie’s arms slowly, taking her hands in her own as she interlocked their fingers.
“Do you like wearing my collar?” Lou whispered, her lips brushing against Debbie’s neck. “Do you like knowing you’re all mine?”
“Yes, sir,” the brunette whimpered, shaky against her lover. “Only yours, baby.”
“You’re going to do what I tell you?”
“Yes, sir,” Debbie repeated, her hips starting to roll themselves against Lou’s own as she let out a low tsk.
“Patience, love,” Lou chided, backing her towards the bed. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me, Debbie? Lay back for me, honey.” The blonde instructed, giving the necklace a gentle tug, smirking as Debbie moaned softly at the slight pressure against her neck.
She let Lou guide her backwards, landing softly amongst the sheets and pillows as she gazed up at the blonde as she shifted, climbing over her before licking a line along the collar and then down towards’s Debbie’s shirt, biting small marks into the skin that peeked out from lace bra cups.
“I’m going to touch you everywhere but where you want me most,” Lou whispered, dragging her tongue over Debbie’s shirt to circle her nipple before biting down hard as the brunette cried out. “Your tits. Your arms. Your belly. Your thighs. But you’re going to have to be a good girl for me if you want me to really touch you, Deb, alright?”
Debbie nodded through an already frustrated groan, her hips trying to meet Lou’s again.
“Keep those hips still for me, love,” Lou grinned. “We’re going to do this nice and slow.”
“Don’t tease me, Lou,” Debbie gasped, digging into Lou’s shoulders as the blonde licked along her hip bone.
Suddenly Lou stopped, pulling her lips back, her face coming into focus just above Debbie’s as she gasped, the blonde tugging at the chain that had been resting against her collar bones.
“Whose initials are you wearing?” Lou hissed.
“Y-yours,” Debbie whispered.
“So who gets to tell who what to do?” The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow, daring Debbie to challenge her.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Debbie panted, closing her eyes. “I’ll be good for you, baby, I promise.”
“Good,” Lou hummed, moving down Debbie’s body once more before licking another stripe along Debbie’s hip. “Now, let’s try this again. At my pace, Debbie. I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.”
“Fuck,” Debbie moaned, her hips rolling again before Lou slammed them down, pinning Debbie’s wrists in tandem.
“Tell me who you belong to again, honey,” Lou murmured, licking along the elastic of Debbie’s underwear. “And maybe I’ll take a taste of you.”
“Hey mom?” Constance called suddenly as the lights to the loft clicked back on one by one, the credits to the movie they’d been watching starting to roll as Tammy flipped the switch, surveying the scattered bowls of popcorn and trays of pizza rolls with disdain.
“Yeah, kid?” Debbie yawned, stretching as she leaned back further into Lou.
“What the hell is on your neck?” Constance grinned, motioning to the large purple-red splotch halfway between Debbie’s neck and collarbone that had bloomed overnight and was swelling.
“Lou,” Tammy offered with an eye roll.
“Jesus, dear,” Rose gasped. “Whatever came over you?”
“Some asshole hit on Debs at the club last night,” Lou shrugged, pulling Debbie in closer as she kissed her head softly. The brunette let out a satisfied hum.
“So you left a hickey the size of a baseball on Debbie’s neck?” Daphne snorted.
“It was either that or kill him,” Lou hissed.
“Had to show him what’s yours,” Debbie winked, pulling her blouse down a bit. Just enough that the team could see the hickey was barely the start of marks Lou had left on her skin.
“Two of you are wild,” Nine chuckled, opening up her laptop.
“He looked so cocky,” Lou smirked. “Had no idea what was coming for him. Thought he had it in the bag. Thought Debbie was checking him out when she was actually trying to see if his watch was designer.”
Lou’s eyes were practically ablaze as she licked her lips, only seeing Debbie as she spoke.
“I could feel Lou’s eyes on me,” Debbie hummed. “Keeping watch from across the room. Ready to step in and protect me if anything went awry. Poor jerk didn’t stand a chance.”
“Shocked he didn’t notice Lou looking at you like prey the way she does,” Tammy scoffed.
“Jealous?” Debbie whispered, flashing a grin at the woman who stood frozen by the door.
“I was in between them the second his hand even twitched thinking about putting it anywhere on Debbie’s body,” Lou murmured.
The team started looking around at each other, wondering if the couple had forgotten that they weren’t the only ones in the room.
“Wonder if he could feel the heat radiating off of us?” Debbie grinned, dragging her fingers down Lou’s tie as she thought, mindlessly stroking it as Lou swallowed thickly. “If he knew you were about to grab me and kiss me breathless right there in front of him.”
“Get a room,” Amita coughed.
“Get out of our loft,” Debbie hissed, reaching for Lou’s shoulders as Lou’s hands tangled in Debbie’s hair.
“Or get ready for a show,” Lou winked as Debbie licked the smirk from her mouth, moaning into her softly.
“Someone make a fresh round of popcorn,” Daphne grinned, snapping her gum.
“Absolutely not,” Amita huffed, grabbing Daphne’s arm as she led her towards the door while the celebrity pouted.
In a mess of thread and needles, Rose was on their tails, a laughing Constance and Nine behind them throwing winks and high fives at Lou and Debbie as Tammy sighed and rolled her eyes, ushering the group out the door.
“Thought I’d have to have my fingers inside you before they left,” Lou murmured, licking down Debbie’s chest as she unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers.
“I wouldn’t have cared,” Debbie breathed, trying to push Lou’s vest over her shoulders and fumbling in her too-distracted state.
“I hate the way he was thinking about reaching out and touching you,” the blonde hissed, her arms trailing down Debbie’s shoulders and arms to her waist before she gripped it tight, making Debbie gasp.
“What would you have done?” Debbie groaned, squirming with anticipation under her partner as Lou brought herself closer, her hands digging into Debbie’s hips as she straddled her, before sliding one of her hands into Debbie’s slacks, pushing against satin panties that were already wet.
“I mean in some countries, if you try to steal what isn’t yours,” Lou murmured close to Debbie’s ear. “They cut your hands clean off.”
“Seems a bit messy,” Debbie decided, spreading her legs a bit as Lou dipped behind her underwear, the brunette arching her back, head swinging backwards as Lou pushed into her without warning.
“How else would he learn?” Lou smirked, pumping into Debbie as the Ocean moaned, clawing at her lover’s back.
“Learn what?” Debbie gasped.
“That you belong to me,” Lou whispered, pushing deeper. “That you’re all mine.”
do one where debbie gets dp’ed by lou (maybe a plug and a strap)?
“It’s going to work,” Lou sighed, giving Debbie a soft smile. “You know it is, Deb.”
“We’ll see,” the brunette huffed, turning back to the wall of maps and charts that clung to Lou’s guest bathroom like wallpaper.
“You told me yourself, honey,” Lou murmured, wrapping her arms around her partner’s waist. “You’ve run this thing a thousand times and when you caught, you fixed it.”
“And you were there with me, every step of the way,” Debbie reminded her.
“Still am,” the blonde smiled, kissing the crown of Debbie’s head. “I just wish you’d believe in yourself the way I believe in you.”
The brunette let out a long sigh as she lay her head back against Lou’s chest.
“I don’t think that’s the problem,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she thought.
“Need to get out of your head?” Lou murmured, her lips finding Debbie’s neck. “Need a distraction?”
“Have something in mind?” The Ocean breathed, moaning lightly as Lou’s fingers teased along her skin, her tongue tracing along her neck.
“A few things, maybe,” the blonde chuckled. “Trust me?”
Debbie tugged on her ear twice as Lou let out a giggle, savoring the small reminder of their younger days on the run, coded in hidden signals and alerts whenever they’d find themselves in a jam, usually of their own making.
“How much do you not want to think?” Lou asked moments later, her finger running along one of her dresser drawers as Debbie watched her, slipping her panties down her legs before sitting back against the bed.
“At all,” the brunette admitted, closing her eyes as she laid back on the sheets, her hands playing with each other.
The room was quiet aside from Lou opening and closing the drawer, her whereabouts unknown until she climbed onto the bed, straddling Debbie’s thighs, her short hair tickling Debbie’s breasts as she leaned forward to kiss her, leather and velvet against bare skin.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Lou whispered before kissing each of Debbie’s eyelids, her fingers trailing down her arms and then legs, before disappearing completely as Debbie squirmed in anticipation. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
Debbie shuddered out a breath, gasping as she felt Lou’s fingers suddenly lifting Debbie’s hips up, settling her over a pillow before spreading her legs to kiss the inside of each of her thighs.
“So beautiful,” the blonde murmured. “So perfect.”
Lou’s fingers moved again, moving past where Debbie anticipated, traveling towards her ass, Debbie suddenly feeling cold lube against her before Lou’s fingers started massaging it, spreading warmth through her until she was humming at the feel and then suddenly, Lou was entering her with a single finger, the Ocean gasping at the tight pressure as Lou soothed her, massaging the spot lightly until Debbie’s gasps and pants became moans and a murmur of “more”, Lou stretching her further with a second finger as Debbie felt warmth bloom further, Lou’s name on her tongue, the wetness between her folds pooling.
And then suddenly Lou’s fingers were done and Debbie was pouting, about to open her eyes and ask what she was doing, but then she felt something replacing Lou’s fingers, stretching her even further, her hands reaching out to clasp Lou’s free hand with a groan as Lou twisted and pumped the toy, Debbie’s head feeling fuzzy and light for the first time in weeks and then all too soon, Lou stopped, but the pressure and the stretch remained.
“Still okay, Debs?” Lou checked as Debbie whispered a yes, licking her lips in anticipation as she heard the sound of a zipper and buckles switching and sliding.
“So good,” the brunette moaned, feeling Lou’s body shake as she let out a chuckle, her hands finding Debbie’s hips as she resettled herself. And then Debbie felt her teasing her entrance with the tip of a dildo, the Ocean desperate for more as she tried to roll her hips, trying to pull Lou in.
“Let go,” Lou reminded her in a gentle voice. “I’ve got you, honey. I’ve got you.”
Debbie did her best to settle her hips and concentrate on Lou’s voice and her breathing. Of the scent of her cologne. The way she could feel her hips settle against Debbie’s. The way her strap dipped into Debbie, pushing in slow and steady, thrusting into her deep.
Lou’s whispers and groans of appreciation as she kissed Debbie’s lips. Her nose. Her forehead. Rocking into her over and over until all Debbie could feel and see and hear was Lou. Her Lou.
top!tammy and top!lou threesome with bottom!debbie?
“I told you,” Tammy sighed. “I don’t do that anymore.”
“She’s not a that, Tam,” Lou grinned. “She’s a who.”
“Hardy har, Miller.”
“Ocean.”
“Even worse,” Tammy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms in defense. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Coming down here to ask me to sleep with your wife.”
“Come on,” Lou grinned. “For old time’s sake. And it’s not like she doesn’t know what I’m out doing in Jersey. You think she thinks I’m out here scouting schools?”
“You’re both sick.”
“Like you’re not already picturing it,” Lou sighed, pretending to look at her nails for a moment while stealing glances of Tammy’s face.
“Fine,” she finally huffed as a smug smile appeared on the blonde’s face. “But it’s a one time thing. Don’t get any ideas. Either of you.”
The Australian, and a begrudgingly reluctant but equally intrigued Tammy, were back at the loft in less than an hour, beating the brunette home from her mysterious stakeout she had promised she’d let Lou in on once her plan had more footing than its initial crumb of an idea.
If the Ocean was surprised to find a sheepish Tammy and a smug Lou in her bed when she opened the bedroom door, she didn’t show it, merely shooting the blonde a grin as Lou winked at her in return.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Debbie asked, walking forward to pause at the foot of the bed as she shrugged out of her jacket, slipping out of her tall boots.
“Just seemed like it’s been a while,” Lou shrugged as Tammy offered an eye roll from beside her, but she was smiling.
“How do you want me?” Debbie murmured, her voice dropping as a wave of lust rippled through her. While it was rare, Debbie was no stranger to this trio of pleasure and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued or tickled by it, already feeling herself growing wet at the thought of Lou telling her how she wanted her. Of Lou telling Tammy how to fuck her.
“Stay right there, love,” Lou whispered, rising from the bed to come behind the brunette. “Do you trust me?”
“Always,” Debbie murmured, closing her eyes as she accepted a long kiss from her partner with a soft hum, Tammy looking between them almost proudly.
Lou slid a blindfold from her back pocket, lifting her arms to fold the material over Debbie’s face before tying it securely, kissing Debbie again as she moaned this time.
Tammy watched as the blonde undressed the Ocean slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses over skin that was quickly rising in heat as Debbie squirmed beside her, wet with anticipation. And soon enough, Debbie was naked before them, Lou waving Tammy forward silently with her hand as her tongue trailed down Debbie’s neck.
Lou waited a moment, studying Tammy as she worked Debbie’s breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, setting a slow and teasing rhythm, before Lou lowered herself to her knees, swiping her tongue through Debbie’s folds as she gasped, her knees almost buckling before the blonde gripped her thighs tight to steady her, the Ocean bucking forward against Lou’s mouth as she moaned, Tammy groaning appreciatively at the sound as Lou’s chuckle sent vibrations between Debbie’s legs.
“Do you want Tammy’s fingers inside you?” Lou murmured, taking a moment to ask the question as she dragged her wet lips along Debbie’s thigh as she moaned, nodding her head rapidly, Tammy’s fingers disappearing from her chest momentarily and suddenly appearing, pushing into her slowly as the Australian’s tongue kept working her, Debbie moaning and panting as they worked in tandem, the Ocean biting her lip as her pleasure teetered between just enough and too much, suddenly shaking as she fell over the edge without warning almost collapsing into Lou as she felt for her shoulders, the blonde steadying her.
Lou waited for her body to still, kissing her and massaging her slowly, urging Tammy to do the same as she nuzzled against her wife’s neck.
“Tell me, honey,” Lou murmured. “What do you want?”
“The strap,” Debbie whispered, her cheeks pinking slightly. “Both of you.”
I just saw this on twitter and I think this would make an amazing prompt: Danny and Debbie are hanging out (possibly planning something), when Debbie's phone rings and it says "Daddy". So Danny says "You still call dad, 'daddy'?" and instead of answering Debbie picks up without breaking eye contact with Dan and says "Hey Lou". Have fun with it <33
I’m cracking up because I think this joke has made the rounds through various platforms now because it definitely is something my spouse wrote over on their O8 blog as an incorrect quote.
Never gets old, so thank you for sending it this way!
“No, no, no,” Danny sighed. “That’s not how we’re gonna play it.”
“You never listen to me,” Debbie rolled her eyes, matching Danny’s same sigh. “There’s a reason we broke off and started doing our own thing.”
Danny elbowed her playfully and gave her a smile. “And I am proud of what you’ve accomplished, but come on. Ocean siblings up to no good. Together again, right?”
“For old time sake,” Debbie nodded. “But I’m not ten anymore, Danny boy. You have to trust my take sometimes.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded.
“And actually give me my take sometimes.”
“Alright, Strawdebby,” he sighed, but he was grinning. “What are you thinking?”
Just as she was about to propose her idea, her phone went off, buzzing along the table on vibrate making a rattling noise. Danny rolled his eyes, motioning for Debbie to pick it up or silence it so they could move on. But then something caught his eye and he smirked.
He snatched the phone before Debbie could stop him and held it up to her face.
“You still call dad ‘daddy’?” He laughed, flipping the phone open and handing it to her while he focused on his drink. This was not going to be good.
Debbie kept her eyes focused on his with a smirk.
“Hey, Lou,” Debbie smiled, her eyes twinkling.
She watched as Danny’s soda went down the wrong pipe and he choked, fizz sputtering out of his nostril as he clutched his nose, his mouth gaping open and closed.
“Yeah,” Debbie continued, nodding. “Of course, baby....that’s perfect...that’s just what we thought....okay, I’ll see you at home, love...I love you too....bye, Lou.”
Debbie clapped the phone shut and slid it next to her, her eyes never having left Danny’s.
“So, anyway,” Debbie spoke. “I was saying that I think we should play it differently. That’s not really his strong suit so I think we—“
“Are we not gonna talk about that?” Danny gaped, mopping at the soda on the table with his elbow.
“About what?” Debbie asked nonchalantly, playing dumb, but her eyes were twinkling.
“That you—you call Lou—your phone,” Danny gave up, burying his head in his hands.
“I’m sure you and Tess have your own kinky stuff,” Debbie sighed.
“Don’t say kinky, Deb,” he groaned.
“That’s worse than daddy?” She teased, quirking an eyebrow.
“It’s all bad,” he groaned. “You don’t have sex. You’re little Strawdebby.”
“I’m almost thirty, Danny,” Debbie grinned, tossing her hair. “Lou and I have been together for literally a decade.”
“And I like to imagine that your partnership is precisely a partnership and pretend nothing else is happening there,” he shrugged, reaching for the soda again.
“Please,” Debbie scoffed. “Like you haven’t fucked Rusty.”
She watched Danny as he carefully worked to swallow his soda properly this time, glaring daggers at her.
“It was one time,” he hissed.
“Well, then I guess I owe Lou fifty bucks,” Debbie smirked, leaning forward.
“You and Lou bet on that?” He yelled. “Sorry, or should I say daddy?”
“She’s not your daddy,” Debbie muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“Debbie,” he groaned. “I’m gonna puke.”
“Agree that this never happened?” Debbie offered, putting out a hand to shake.
“Just promise me you’ll never tell me what she calls you.”
“Deal,” Debbie agreed with a firm shake, slyly slipping his watch off and sliding it into her pocket.
“Guess I owe Rusty fifty bucks too,” Danny sighed, punching the bridge of his nose.
“Oh?”
“Think I finally figured out who usually wears the strap,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands on the table with another groan. “Even if it was against my will and permanently burned my eyes.”
In some of your work Debbie calls Lou 'Daddy' so I was wondering if you could do a fic where Deb uses it for the first time and Lou's reaction to it?
“How can you stand it?” Lou asked with a huff as she threw herself onto the couch with dramatic flair.
“Stand what?” Debbie laughed, caring in two bottles of beer in one hand and their takeout bag in the other.
“Working for him again,” the blonde sighed, reaching forward to rip the staples from the paper bag. “He’s so arrogant, Deb.”
“Thats Danny,” Debbie shrugged, helping Lou empty the cartons from the bag. “I don’t know. Every now and then it’s kind of nice giving up control, you know? Not being in charge of it. If things go awry, it doesn’t all fall on you.”
“Debbie Ocean enjoys ocassionally relinquishing control?” Lou snorted. “Well, learn something new every day I suppose.”
“Baby,” Debbie whispered, turning to Lou with a smirk. “You should know that better than anyone else.”
Lou chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “I don’t think that being tied to someone’s headboard is exactly parallel to—“
“Oh that’s exactly what I mean,” Debbie winked.
“So you’re saying that sometimes you feel empowered by turning over control and letting someone else hold the reins?” Lou asked, eyebrow raised.
“And that it depends on the environment I’m in,” Debbie nodded. “Sure, I like to run a job, but there’s just something about listening to you take over in bed. Asking you, begging you. Needing your permission for release. Just—I don’t know. There’s something about it.”
“I need that,” the blonde whispered.
“To let go?” Debbie asked, confused.
“To be in control,” Lou breathed, her fingers practically twitching at the idea. “Too much following and listening and asking today. I just need my hands back on those reins.”
She looked up at Debbie, the food forgotten between them both as Debbie licked her lips, suddenly overcome with heat and lust just from Lou’s expression that seemed like she was about to pounce on the brunette at any moment, demands rising in her throat. And Debbie was already smitten with the idea, wanting to push her submissiveness into overdrive for Lou. Put her back in control. Slide the power back to her. And then some.
“What’re you thinking?” Lou whispered, her fingers dancing delicately up Debbie’s thigh.
“I want you to fuck me,” Debbie smiled. “And I want what you want. To see you completely in control showing me who I belong to.”
“Deb,” Lou groaned.
“No names?” Debbie suggested, blushing slightly. Now Lou was intrigued, her eyes growing wide at the suggestion. It wasn’t something they’d ever tried before beyond pet names and the occasional slip of random terms.
“Oh?” The Australian chuckled. “Not a fan of hearing the name Debbie today?”
“I mean that’s not really the one I was concerned with,” Debbie mumbled quietly, looking up at Lou with pleading eyes, silently asking her to connect the dots. And as Lou did, embers started sparking in her belly at the thought.
“Alright,” Lou nodded. “The usual safe word?”
“Yes,” Debbie decided.
“Yes, what?”
Their eyes darted between each other, a smile playing at Lou’s lips, wanting Debbie to guess what she was thinking. Wanting the suggestion to tumble off the brunette’s lips instead of hers. She could practically see the wheels turning inside Debbie’s head.
Mistress was too feminine. Same with madam. But then sir felt too formal. And master just wasn’t right.
The silence slid from teasing to the cusp of too much, Lou about to cave and utter her suggestion when a soft “Yes, daddy” broke through Debbie’s lips in barely more than a whisper.
The blonde let out an involuntary groan, needing her hands on her partner immediately. Wanting to hear her say it again. Beg her like that. Thank her like that. Hear her scream and pant and whimper.
“Tell me to fuck you,” the blonde breathed.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Debbie pleaded, her eyes growing dark.
“Beg me,” Lou whispered, standing to look down at her lover as Debbie sank to the floor, taking Lou’s hands.
“Please fuck me, daddy. Please,” Debbie moaned. “I need your strap inside me. Please, daddy.”
“Well, fuck,” the Australian chuckled. “Then let’s get you straight to bed, honey. Can’t have you down here a begging, soaked mess.”
The brunette let out a whimper at Lou’s words, letting Lou help her up and grip her close, hissing into her ear as she stroked her neck.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Lou hissed. “Daddy’s gonna take care of that mess in your panties. And then some.”
