i don’t wanna be apart of the bitches who didn’t request. SOOOO sub sabrina x dom gip reader. not really sure like the plot fr but idk sabrina being a brat possibly due to not getting any attention at a party.
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Pairings : Sabrina Carpenter x g!p reader genre : Smut. Warnings : sub!Sabrina (Fuckass PROPAGANDA.) dom!reader, p in v, brat taming? , creampie an - babe i love you, and i hope this fic isnt too lazy because i lost motivation halfway and my smut is shitty right now, so live with me please .. also im sorry this took like 2 months
The party was in full swing, the kind of Hollywood loft bash that Sabrina always dragged you to. Glossy influencers mixing with rising stars, champagne flutes clinking under neon lights. At 26, she was the center of it all, her blonde hair catching the strobe flashes, that short black dress hugging her curves just right. You'd shown up together, her arm looped through yours, whispering promises of sneaking away early for some alone time. But as soon as you hit the door, the night splintered. A producer cornered you about a collab track, then her manager pulled her for intros, and suddenly she was across the room, that familiar pout forming when you didn't chase after her immediately.
You caught glimpses at first, Sabrina laughing too loud with a group by the bar, her hand lingering on some guy's arm. Harmless, you told yourself, sipping your whiskey neat. But then the dance floor called, and there she was, pressed up against one of her tour friends, a tall brunette with a easy smile. Sabrina's body moved like liquid sin, hips grinding back in slow circles, her ass brushing the girl's thigh in a way that was anything but accidental. The friend played along, hands hovering light on her waist, but Sabrina's eyes found yours across the crowd. She held your gaze for a beat, lips parting in that bratty challenge, before tossing her hair and leaning in closer to whisper something that made the brunette laugh.
Your grip tightened on your glass. She knew exactly what she was doingpoking the bear, testing how far she could push before you snapped.
You tried ignoring it, turning back to the conversation about distribution deals, but the irritation simmered. Minutes later, she weaved through the throng toward you, red solo cup in hand, her steps a little too purposeful. "Hey, stranger," she purred, sidling up close enough that her perfume sweet vanilla and something sharper filled your senses. Before you could respond, she 'tripped' her cup tilting just so, splashing half its contents right onto your feet.
The cold liquid seeped through your socks instantly, but it was the shoes that made your blood boil, your brand new Isabel Marants, sleek black leather you'd splurged over a grand on last week. Now they were ruined, sticky and stained under the pulsing lights. Sabrina gasped theatrically, hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my god, babe, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to clumsy me." Her eyes danced with mischief, no apology in sight, just that smug little uptick of her lips.
You set your glass down hard, the clink lost in the music. "Sabrina," you warned, voice low enough that only she heard the edge. But she just shrugged, batting her lashes as she backed away. "What? Accidents happen. Lighten up."
The crowd swallowed her again, but you were done playing. Your cock stirred despite the anger traitorous, always responding to her fire. You scanned the room until you spotted her by the bar, flirting with a bartender now, her laugh cutting through the noise. That was it. You cut through the bodies, grabbing her elbow firm but not bruising. "We need to talk," you said, and the way her breath hitched told you she knew exactly what kind of talk this would be.
She let you lead her, a thrill in her step, but by the time you pushed open the bathroom door a single-stall marble oasis tucked away from the main chaos her bravado was cracking. You locked it with a decisive click, the party's bass now a distant thrum. Sabrina turned, leaning against the sink with crossed arms, chin lifted defiantly. "What, gonna yell at me? Or-"
You didn't let her finish. Stepping into her space, you crowded her back until her ass hit the counter edge. "Bend over," you ordered, the words rough, laced with the frustration she'd built all night. Her blue eyes widened, a flicker of real submission peeking through the brat act, but she held out for a second, testing. Your hand found her hip, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "Now, Sabrina. Or I'll make this worse."
She bit her lip, that spark dimming as she turned, palms slapping the cool porcelain of the sink. Her dress rode up her thighs easy, the hem barely covering her ass, and you didn't hesitate yanking the fabric higher to expose the lacy black thong underneath. "You think grinding on your friends gets you what you want?" you murmured, voice dark as you shoved the fabric aside, your free hand already working your jeans open. Your cock sprang free, hard and throbbing from the tension, the tip brushing her inner thigh. She was soaked already, her arousal slicking your fingers when you teased her folds.
"Please," she whispered, but it came out whiny, her body arching back instinctively. You lined up, gripping her hip with one hand while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head up so she met her own flushed reflection in the mirror lips parted, mascara just starting to smudge.
"You don't get to come until I say," you growled, thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. She cried out, walls clenching tight around your length, hot and velvet-soft. The stretch made her tremble, her knuckles whitening on the sink as you bottomed out, hips flush against her ass. You set a punishing pace right away, long, deliberate strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, each one jolting her forward.
"Fuck, y/n harder," she begged after the first few minutes, pushing back to meet you, but you held her still, controlling the rhythm. Her dress bunched around her waist, breasts heaving with each breath, and you watched in the mirror as her face twisted in pleasure-pain. Sweat beaded on her collarbone, the party forgotten in this locked bubble of heat.
"Not yet," you denied, slowing just as her moans pitched higher, that familiar flutter starting around you. You ground deep instead, circling your hips to hit every sensitive spot, drawing a frustrated sob from her. "Brats who spill drinks and tease don't get rewards. They get fucked until they learn."
She whimpered, thighs quivering, but you didn't let up picking up speed again, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles. Ten minutes in, her begs turned desperate "I need it, please, y/n—I'm so close." You reached around, fingers finding her clit swollen and slick, rubbing firm circles that made her buck. But right at the edge, you pulled your hand away, thrusting shallow to keep her hanging. "No. Hold it."
Tears pricked her eyes now, makeup streaking as she gripped the sink harder. "You're mean," she gasped, but there was no real fight left, just raw need. You fucked her through it, cock dragging against her walls, your own release building hot in your gut. Fifteen minutes stretched to twenty, her body a live wire, every denied peak leaving her more wrecked. She was shaking, breaths ragged, ass pressing back weakly as you railed her deep.
"Please, y/n I'll be good, I swear," she sobbed, the brattiness shattered into submission. That did it for you thrusting hard one last time, you came with a low groan, spilling deep inside her, the warmth flooding her. She clenched around you, teetering, but you held off her release a second longer, fingers ghosting her clit.
"Now," you finally rasped, pressing down hard. She shattered instantly, a keening cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm crashed over walls pulsing, body convulsing against the sink. You rode it out, grinding slow through her spasms until she slumped, boneless and spent.
Easing out carefully, you tucked yourself away, then pulled her upright, turning her to face you. Her legs wobbled, so you scooped her onto the counter, grabbing tissues to clean her up gentle, wiping between her thighs, fixing her dress with soft touches. "You okay?" you murmured, cupping her face, thumb brushing a tear track.
She nodded, leaning into your palm with a sated smile, blue eyes hazy. "Yeah. Sorry about the shoes... and the grinding. Just wanted you to notice me."
You chuckled low, kissing her forehead. "I always notice you, brat. But next time, ask nicely." You helped her down, straightening her hair before unlocking the door. The party waited, but for now, she clung to your arm, the tension melted into something sweeter.
incredible deviders by : @ghostgum , @astrivion , @bhavihelps
