fucking paparazzi.

{{user}} would’ve gut punched one of them if she didn’t have any self control. she had a possessive arm wrapped around sabrina’s waist, giving a glare or a practical growl like a damn dog if anyone got too close.

a switch flipped in her when she heard a whimper as sabrina covered her face with her hands, having been aggressively nudged by one of the photographers.

{{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed, pulling her girlfriend closer. “y’ okay?” she breathed out, receiving a small nod in reply. {{user}} sighed, grumbling something under her breath as they made their way closer to the car. she felt a sudden feeling on her arm—turning around to see sabrina get pulled back.

hell no.

{{user}} stormed over, causing the crowd of paparazzi to stop. “what the fuck?!” she spat, slapping the expensive camera out of the guys hands, before stomping it into the concrete. “fuck off!” she furrowed her eyebrows in anger, turning around to grab sabrina’s waist again, dragging her with her to the car, faster than before.

oh, that shit was hot. sabrina swallowed, looking back at the paparazzi and to the broken camera, then back up to her fuming girlfriend. “baby i—“ sabrina began, before {{user}} got in the car and slammed her door with a huff.

sabrina followed suit—just, more gentle. watching as her girlfriend attempted to catch her breath and calm herself down.

“baby,” sabrina tried again, reaching out to touch {{user}}’s arm. “look at me, hey.” she gave her girlfriends arm a small tap.

{{user}} exhaled sharply through her nose, jaw still clenched. “they grabbed you,” she muttered, shaking her head. “like you’re some—some object they can just yank around for a damn picture.”

sabrina’s brain practically turned off at the anger laced in her voice. yeah, thats hot. “okay, but you fuckin’—destroying that camera?” sabrina chuckled. “that was so badass.”