LITTLE BABY .ᐟ sarah cameron x fem!reader ⟡˖ ࣪
warnings .ᐟ sapphic smut, breast kink, pet names (baby, mommy), breastfeeding kink / lactation kink, milkplay, tit sucking, thigh riding, grinding, oral fixation (reader), body worship, postpartum mention (baby referenced, not present during smut), pwp (porn without plot)
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It was quiet.
The air was warm, sticky with the afterglow of everything Sarah had just done to you. Your thighs still trembled a little, but your body had melted against hers, soft and pliant and totally undone.
She lay back against the pillows, one hand petting your hair, the other tracing lazy circles on your spine. You were sprawled on top of her like a baby bunny — bare, boneless, sleepy-eyed.
And your mouth? Wrapped around her nipple. Gently suckling. Slowly, softly.
Like it calmed you. Like you needed it.
Sarah blinked down at you, lips parted in awe. “Baby…”
You whimpered quietly in response, mouth still full, eyes fluttering half-shut.
She could feel your little tongue lapping over her nipple now and then, but it wasn’t sharp or hungry — it was lazy, pacifying. The way a baby nuzzles close just for comfort.
You weren’t trying to be sexy. You were just you: worn out, all floaty and snuggly and safe in her arms.
“You’re seriously suckling on me like a baby,” she whispered, laughing softly but not in a mean way. More like she was in awe. Her hand gently cupped the back of your head, guiding you close. “My dumb little baby…”
You nodded into her chest, letting out a quiet breath through your nose as you suckled again — a slow pull, followed by a soft whine when your thigh twitched from the overstimulation still humming under your skin.
“You like this?” she murmured. “Like having your mouth on my tits?”
You nodded again, nuzzling deeper. Her voice dropped, warm and low.
“Does it help your dumb little brain calm down?”
You let out a soft hum — too far gone to answer with words. Just warm, safe, curled up and clinging to her nipple like you belonged there.
Sarah bit her lip, heart swelling.
She switched sides for you, lifting her shirt higher and guiding your mouth to her other breast. You latched again, soft and content, letting your fingers rest on her ribs while you suckled and blinked slowly up at her.
“You’re so sweet like this,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “My baby. Can’t even speak, can you? Just wanna be close…”
You whined softly, pressing your face deeper against her chest.
“Yeah,” she sighed, smiling. “I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.”
And she held you like that — your soft little body wrapped around hers, mouth gently suckling at her nipple, eyelids fluttering as you drifted into the safest, warmest sleep you’ve ever known.
It didn't lasted much though. The sleep and the stillness.
You woke up a few minutes later, not really resting much. Maybe because your tongue worked on it's own and couldn't pull away from her or maybe because she kept shifting under you.
Either way, your mouth stayed wrapped around her nipple, cheeks hollowing gently every time you suckled. Not hard, not greedy just slow, like you needed it. Like it grounded you.
Sarah’s fingers were tangled in your hair, stroking gently. She watched the way your lashes fluttered, your lips sucking tenderly at her breast, and her body ached.
“Baby…” she whispered, voice shaky. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now…”
You didn’t answer — just let out a tiny whimper and kept nursing.
That sound.
That fucking sound made everything.
Her thighs clenched. Her other hand slid down, almost without thinking, pushing her shorts aside. She bit her lip hard as her fingers slipped between her own folds — already soaked, already throbbing just from the way you looked, all dumb and dazed and latched onto her tit like you belonged there.
“Fuck—” she whispered, breath catching as she circled her clit. “You’re such a baby. My perfect, needy girl…”
You shifted in your sleepiness, one of your thighs sliding between hers — and Sarah gasped when the warm pressure brushed her cunt. Her hips rocked, rubbing against your leg while her fingers moved faster, her eyes locked on your lips suckling her nipple like it was your whole world.
“That’s it,” she panted, grinding down. “Keep doing that. Just like that, honey…”
You made another tiny, broken sound — a sleepy whimper, high and breathy — and Sarah shuddered. Her orgasm was building fast, messy, overwhelming.
“You’ve got no idea how sweet you are,” she moaned, hips jerking. “Little dumb baby—suckin’ on my tits while I fuck myself on your thigh—”
Your mouth slipped slightly, nipple wet with your spit, your lips mouthing at her skin with lazy little kisses — and that was it.
Sarah came hard, gasping through gritted teeth, her cunt grinding down against your thigh as her hand moved in frantic circles. Her whole body shook with it — trembling, panting, moaning broken little praises under her breath:
“Fuck, fuck—good girl—good little baby—mine—mine—mine—”
When it passed, she collapsed into you, heart racing, hand twitching where it lay over your back.
And you?
Still suckling. Still clinging. Still sleepy and perfect, as if you hadn’t just made her fall apart with nothing but your mouth and your softness.
Sarah kissed your forehead and let out a breathless laugh, dazed.
“God, I’m so fucked,” she whispered. “You’re gonna kill me one day, baby.”
And maybe you would.
With those lips. That whimper. That needy little mouth on her chest.
