#oitnb carol

i would sell my soul for her, i’ve been currently obsessed and so here you have some of my favorite lockscreens i’ve made

I feel your pain as I, too, am a slut for Carol. And I absolutely, 100% write smut so feel free to ask for more. 

You were in the busy hallway, on your way to your next class between 5th and 6th period when you were assailed by a hand out of the janitor’s closet. You were pulled inside before you were able to utter a noise, a hand hastily clamping over your mouth to ensure you didn’t scream. The door closed with a click.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you saw Carol grinning at you, a touch of pride in her eyes. You pulled her hand away from your mouth and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well, hello,” you said.

“We can’t meet after school,” she said, no preamble, something you always appreciated from her.

“Why not?” you asked, the stirrings of disappointment beginning to fill your body.

“Barb wants to see her boyfriend and someone has to watch Debbie’s fucking practice,” she said, “fucking cunt has to ruin everything.”

“Are we talking about Barb or Debbie?” you asked, smirking at her.

“Both,” she growled.

Before she could say another word you pressed your lips to hers, stopping her from talking herself into a rage. She pushed you away, looking as if she wanted to yell at you then pulled you into another long kiss, biting at your bottom lip.

She pushed you back against the door, her hands grasping at your waist, surely leaving bruises on your skin. A shiver went down your spine at the thought. Your gripped her hips, pulling her body against yours, needing to feel her curves pressing against yours.

She roughly palmed your breast and shoved one of her legs between yours, pressing against your heat. You moaned, always so ready for her. She moved her lips down your neck, sucking and biting as she went until she reached your pulse point. You threaded one of your hands through her hair, tugging, as your back arched.

She chuckled and bit down, drawing a yelp from you. Your fingers played with the hem of her shirt, your fingers skimming over her skin. She grasped your hand, removing it from her, restraining it against the door.

“Carol,” you whined, straining towards her as she drew back to survey you. The cocky motherfucker was smirking at you, her lips swollen and her hair mussed. You must have looked much the same.

“Yes?” she asked, catching your other hand to restrain it as it reached for her.

“Need you,” you said.

She kissed you again, all teeth and tongue and you writhed against her. Her leg pushed against you again and you groaned, trying to grind against her. She let go of one of your hands and you immediately buried it in her hair again, keeping her with you.

She skimmed her fingers along the waistband of your jeans. You whined and felt her smile against your lips. Slowly, she unbuttoned the jeans and slipped her hand inside. She ran her finger along your panties, feeling just how wet you were for her. She pressed against your clit over the material. You moaned, your hand tightening in her hair.

“So eager,” she said, her breath fanning over your the skin of your neck.

She scrapped her teeth along your jaw, soothing over it with her tongue. She pushed her hand into your underwear, trailing her fingers through your slick heat. You bucked against her, desperate for more. She began to circle your clit, slow and steady and you mewled, your head dropping forward to bury in her shoulder.

She increased the pressure, your hips moving in time with her, your breathing becoming faster. She pulled your head off her shoulder, watching you greedily and you bit your lip, your eyes slipping closed.

“Look at me,” she said, stopping her fingers.

You blinked your eyes open at her, ready to protest, to beg, anything to make her keep going. She pressed a finger to your opening and you took a shuddering breath. You let out a strangled moan as she pushed it inside you, your legs beginning to tremble.

You felt something cold press against you and you jumped, startled at the sensation. She shushed you, pushing you against the door with her body, her finger thrusting. She pushed another finger inside you, forcing the coldness further against your heat. Through the haze you remembered the rings she loved to wear so much.

“Carol,” you groaned, tugging on her hair.

She pressed her palm to your clit, grinding against it and you had to clamp down on the moans desperately trying to escape your mouth. She curled her fingers and you felt your muscles begin to tighten.

“Please,” you begged.

She slipped a third finger into you and you tried to hold on. You gripped her waist hard. She tugged on your hair, pulling your head back and she kissed you. She bit down on your bottom lip as she curled her fingers against that perfect spot inside you, her palm applying pressure to your clit.

You came with a moaned, muffled by her mouth. You pulled her closer to you, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through your body. She continued thrusting her fingers inside you, until you couldn’t breath, your muscles clamping around her.

As she slowed and your body calmed she looked down at you with a satisfied smile on her face. She removed her hand from your pants and sucked on her fingers, lapping at your juices. You watched her, still holding her as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck Carol,” you laughed, running one of your hands through her hair, pushing it away from her face.

“To hold you over until tomorrow,” she said, grinning at you.

You pulled her in for another kiss, tasting yourself on her lips. She pulled your hips against hers roughly and took charge of the kiss.

You pulled away and ran your thumb over her pouting lips.

“We’re already late to class. Why don’t we just ditch?” you asked, nuzzling against her jaw.

“You have your car?” she asked.

“Mmhm,” you said, pressing a kiss to her neck, flicking your tongue over her skin.

Carol Denning x reader

Warning: smut, like I’m going to hell smut