summary: The turn of the weather brings an influx of work for Abby that’s getting her wound up, Ellie can tell she’s reaching her limit and offers a massage to relax her…
cw: 18+ smut, fingering, switch dynamic, Ellie & Abby call each other good/dirty girl, domestic ellabs, established relationship, modern au ellabs, oiled up ellabs, squirting, strap is referred to as a cock, dirty talk, submissive Abs… yummy
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Abby is stressed. This is nothing new, she’s always had a mind that works far too hard and often. Ellie can recognise when Abby is becoming more frayed along the edges than necessary; than normal. In Ellie’s mind, there’s an Abby shaped outline with a red liquid sloshing inside it, slowly rising as the weeks go by. Abby gets like this every now and then, often enough for Ellie to recognise the signs of a life too demanding: her shoulders pinched up in a near permanent lift, the skin of her bottom lip splotched with red from where her fingers have anxiously and obsessively picked at for a release of nervous energy, the copper taste of blood settling on Abby’s tongue when the white pinch goes too far. The most telltale sign is when Abby cannot make a decision. Even in their domestic life, picking things like where to eat or what to watch comes easy to her and feels right. Abby is a commander, a proud leader; so when she’s tasked with what’s for dinner and she responds with furrowed brows and a hand instinctively running through her braid, tugging strands out as she mumbles a frustrated “I don’t know.” Ellie knows that the red liquid in the Abby shaped graph is reaching neck level and that simply won't do. That it’s her duty to make her feel better, to reset that graph and patiently wait for life’s inevitable stressors to begin the process all over again.
Ellie’s seen it enough now to know how to prevent the severity of the crash, to give her padding so her fall and - what is now labelled between them as a - ‘big cry’ isn’t devastatingly painful and isolating. She has Ellie’s support, and Ellie is proud to be able to do this for Abby, also surprised Abby hasn’t caught onto her routine, grateful that she somehow misses her schemes under her radar, scrambled from the burdens of her everyday life.
Ellie knew this was coming as the autumn chill started to pass through their open windows each morning, the turn of the bushes around their home. Piles of crunchy hazel leaves greeting the Sun as it pokes through the grey clouds that blanket the sky, the promise of a rainy autumn looms over them. With the need to bundle up steadily approaching, comes a new wave of motivated gym goers eager for Abby’s personal trainer services to help them get ready for a new summer. Seeing her figure is all they need to know she’s the one, she never lets them down either, so word of mouth gets her even more demand.
That’s why when Abby walks through their front door with a long sigh, she cuts herself off to raise a brow at the uncharacteristic darkness before her. The gentle tones of music she’d hear drifting through the spa as she occupied the saunas post shift is instead in her living room. Dragging her bags full of paper stuffed files and her usual gym necessities off her worn shoulders she flicks the light on, lips parted to call for Ellie until she's face to face with a distant scowl, a long groan overtaking the music.
“Abby! Turn those off right now. Can’t you see I’m doing something here?” She paces over to Abby and prods a finger into her chest, punctuating her joust.
Abby scoffs, unable to stop the way her lip curls up in a smile at Ellie’s furrowed brows and tight lips, instinctively wrapping her fingers around her skinny forearms and pulling her in for a warm embrace.
“Well actually no I can’t see, that’s sort of the whole point of lightbulbs, to help with that?”
Ellie’s cheek is brushed with the gentle rumble from Abby’s chest as she speaks until she lifts her head, pinned to her body by her toned arms and meets her gaze with a frown they both know is playful, it’s what they do, constant challenges, play fighting, it’s magnetic for them.
Ellie pulls a face and forces a nasal voice as she lifts her pointer finger “Well actually no I can’t see.” She playfully mocks before she can stop herself, grateful Abby found it amusing enough to bite her freckled nose. “Work kept you late again?” Ellie shifts the subject, her body moving as Abby commands a sway, her bottom lip juts out as her vision is shadowed over as Abby rests her chin atop her head.
Abby sighs again, nose digging into Ellie’s auburn hair, closing her eyes as she relishes the scent, finally getting to hold her teddy bear.
“Yeah, I am so busy El, so fucking busy. It feels like all I do is work and yet the list of things to do barely shrinks, I’m tired. I’m sore, I don't want to talk about it. That's all I talk about lately.”
“I know, you don’t have to, just checking,” Ellie assures her softly, fingers idly toying with the hem of Abby’s shirt as her hands lazily meet at her back, until she rubs up and down her sculpted torso, cheek pinned to her chest from Abby’s refusal to lift her head. “That’s why I want to do something for you, a massage.”
Abby groans, squeezing Ellie in retaliation but Ellie does not frown, she expected this, as this is how it always goes: Abby is too wound up and refuses Ellie’s reset temptation, Ellie offers some extras to sweeten the deal and then Abby says yes. Of course, Abby was always going to get those ‘extras’ but she’s learned that she has to make it sound like Abby has successfully bartered her in order for her to accept the whole package.
Ellie has the Abby Overload Protocol perfected, it's an art now.
"Ellie I'm sorry, I just want to forget this day existed, and then live the same day tomorrow."
Ellie does frown now though, she hates hearing Abby sound so drained of life, she pushes against Abby's grip to meet her glossy ocean eyes, a hand snaking between them to stroke her jaw; Abby pushes her face into it like a cat.
"I know," Ellie drags out her words, understanding laced through them. "What if… we get your favourite food for dinner, put on reality TV whilst we eat, and after your massage I will run you a bath and clean you for you." Ellie offers a confident smile on her face Abby cannot refuse, Ellie knows she won't.
Abby hums, expected. Looks around at the candles dotted around as she drags a low rumble from her chest - also expected - until she finally presses a tender kiss to Ellie's forehead, a smile warming up the cold on her face.
"Okay fine, I suppose we can do that."
Ellie knows Abby is elated to be looked after, and she's grateful she will let her.
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After a couple hours of reality tv shit talking over mouthfuls of comfort food, Abby finally feels loose enough for Ellie to coax into stripping to her boxers and laying face down on the extended end of their chaise sofa. Ellie mirrors her, avoiding the inconvenience of oil coated clothes, grateful for the excuse to be closer to her. The tv plays gentle tones that makes Abby feel like she's floating through the ocean, waves lifting her weighty body like she was a feather, carrying her effortlessly through the gentle rock of passing waves; a stark difference to how she usually feels when she’s like this, wondering how a current would yank her down and steal her breath until she turned blue and cold in an act of morbid ideation.
Ellie pushes a deep breath out from Abby as she lowers her bodyweight onto her plush backside, the skin to skin contact warms Ellie’s soul, used to Abby opting for comfort from clothes around her body constantly when she’s wound up. Leaning forward, she brings a candle in front of Abby’s face, with curious hands, she takes it from her to observe, wrist twisting as she reads the label.
“Massage oil… candle?” She questions and lets Ellie scoop it out from her hands to pop the lid off, the grind of her thumb flicking her lighter's trigger tells Abby she’s already lighting it eagerly, Ellie rests it beside them, commanding her softly not to move.
“Yeah, It’s supposed to combine the sexy heat of wax play, but instead of a waxy mess, it melts to massage oil, pretty cool right?” Ellie presses kisses to Abby’s shoulders and neck, her tits pressed up against her back encourages her to melt into the sofa below them, like a weighted blanket, only the blanket was her considerate girlfriend.
“We’ve never used candles before,” Abby breathes, her body simmering with an anticipation she wasn’t expecting. “It could be fun, and it’s nice that it’s hot…” She reasons, mostly with herself and Ellie hums as she savours the last of the kisses she’ll be able to give Abby’s body.
“I watched a YouTube video on massage, so I’m basically an expert.” Ellie proclaims boldly, refusing to feel challenged by the perfectly qualified masseuses at the hotel Abby works at. “I hope it makes you feel better Abs.” She shifts her body to look into her eyes, enjoying a gentle sweet kiss for the last time in a little while, before sitting up to take the candle in her hands, observing the melted wax swirl in its pot.
Taking a deep breath she settles back on Abby for a brief moment and tips the candle, Abby lets out a curious “Oh?” Once the hot oil hits her body, quickly cooling to a tender heat rather than its hot splash on impact.
Ellie is quick to work her fingers in the warm pool in the dip of her spine, caressing Abby’s back with slick fingers to establish a silky foundation before adding pressure, pushing her fingers into the lumpy knots embedded deep in Abby’s shoulders. Her eyes flicker to Abby’s face every few moments, studying her for a gauge on how well she's doing.
Abby’s face looks the most relaxed it’s been in weeks, eyelashes fanning out gracefully over shut eyes, letting Ellie dig deep into her tender muscles. She sighs, content, words slightly slurred “Good… This is good…Oh my god…” Of course it’s not as masterful as the masseuses at work but this is Ellie, sitting practically naked on top of her and has looked after her ever since she got through the door. Her heart swells that someone would even think to be so considerate, thoughtful for her, like she’s special. “Thank you…” She feels like she could even fall asleep like this.
Abby’s whispered praise is music to Ellie’s ears, making the pinch settling in her spine from her odd posture all the more worth it, it’s working. This is also an excellent excuse for Ellie to ogle the sculpted build Abby has been hiding under her comfort clothes lately, she misses her so much. Ellie shuffles to sit between Abby's ankles and pours the oil on her thighs once she rolls her boxers up, following the same routine as she did previously.
This time is different, Abby’s thighs won’t relax enough for Ellie to work her fingertips through the fat of her legs enough. She grunts a little, brows pinched as she squeezes and runs all ten fingers up one thigh, brushing the hem of her boxers, “Abs, the point of a massage is to relax, stop tensing up.”
Abby’s face is hidden from Ellie’s view due to her mountainous shoulders, to which she's grateful, as she’s too occupied in processing this new feeling flushing through her to stop the bite of her lip and lull of her eyelids.
“I’m trying.” She offers weakly, voice donning a slight tremble that makes Ellie cock her brow, but she continues, putting it down to the muscles being particularly sore, given they face a more direct beating than her back from her work.
“I just want to make you feel good Abs, let me…” Ellie’s voice is saccharine nectar and with a shuddered breath Abby finally brings herself to relax and let herself go despite her need to tense up at Ellie’s touch. What is happening? Abby thinks to herself, she didn’t even know a massage could invoke such a need from within her, maybe it is the lack of intimacy they’ve been having since she got so clouded from work, or maybe it was the feeling of Ellie’s perked nipples brushing against her slick back every time she leans forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. Every time Ellie’s fingertips work their way to her inner thighs, Abby’s pussy agonisingly clenches around nothing and she feels lightheaded, letting herself grow quiet as Ellie focuses on her knots and daydreams about Ellie letting her fingers brush under the fabric of her boxers and immediately pushing into her, deep until her knuckles brush her swollen lips, curling them just the way she likes, pulling her stress out of her one orgasm at a time. She lets a small whine rumble from within her without thinking.
“‘M just gonna stretch a little, this hurts my back.” Ellie admits, shuffling off clumsily to self soothe.
Abby takes the opportunity to do the same, pushing herself up onto her knees and sitting back, the fabric of her boxers pressing into her making her realise how much of a mess she’s made getting lost within her fantasies. Eyes widening slightly, she looks over at Ellie and admires her, Ellie does the same, quickly leaning into her and welcoming Abby’s big hand on her waist and tender kisses to her sides.
“Thank you for this, I really needed it El.”
“I know.” Ellie smiles, full of herself, but Abby knows she’s right. She’s somehow always on top of her stress levels and taking care of her, to which she is eternally grateful for. “Lay back down, I’m not done with you yet.” Ellie commands with a gentle push and watches as Abby happily sinks back down.
Ellie clambers back onto the sofa between her spread legs and immediately takes notice of the damp splotch in between Abby’s legs, praising the uncaring universe for Abby’s choice in grey boxers today instead of her usual black, allowing her to see how she really feels. Ellie thinks for the moments she works Abby’s calves, mapping out how she should go about this opportunity, it’s rare Abby would even think about sex when she’s like this, no less be soaking through her boxers.
“I wanna do your front now, am I doing a good job?” Ellie’s innocent question makes Abby chuckle softly, turning onto her back and leaning on her elbows to look at her, huffing a blonde strand away from her face but failing; Ellie uses the opportunity to sit in her lap and brush it away for her.
“Amazing,” She sighs and wraps her fingers around Ellie’s dinky wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm, forgetting it was coated in oil, her face twists and Ellie laughs at the way Abby starts to sputter in an attempt to keep it from her tongue. Once Ellie swipes Abby’s lips with her discarded shirt she continues, toothy smiles plastered on both their faces. “I couldn’t think of anyone else I want more than you when everything feels so stressful and awful. You are so good to me… I don’t know why you-“
“Because I love you, idiot! You’re constantly reading those wordy books and yet you always get like this, you deserve this Abs, I like doing it for you.” Ellie interrupts with an eye roll, “When are you going to learn that? You’re supposed to be smart.” She prods her chest with a huff and small smile and Abby shies away, growing quiet, Ellie presses kisses to her soft cheek, heat rising to Abby’s face feeling her tits brush against hers, instinctively pawing at her hip to pull her closer, the nagging in between her legs growing unbearable.
“I don’t know… I’m a dumbass?” Abby offers, Ellie bites her rosy cheek.
“That you are. Lay down.” She commands, chest puffed in a confidence that amuses the both of them.
Abby does what is asked of her and rests her head back, nerves swirl in her tummy now she can no longer hide her face, she’s completely exposed to Ellie, who looks so cute sitting in her lap like this. Ellie smiles innocently at first, pouring the wax directly onto Abby’s perky nipples in a neat horizontal swipe. Abby jolts at the hot splash on one of her most sensitive areas and before she can even think about speaking Ellie is already rubbing it around, lips curling into a smirk as her eyes bore into Abby’s face and she can’t look away.
Ellie runs her hands up Abby’s chest and splits her pointer and middle finger, trapping her nipples between them, enjoying the way Abby starts to writhe so undeniably as she pushes her fingers together, pinching her. They both groan.
“I don’t think you’re being entirely honest about how much you like this massage Abs…” Ellie begins, “I wanted to tease you more before I did this, but I’ve missed you so much, I can’t hold myself back anymore.” She massages her chest and leans down for a kiss.
Abby’s cheeks are flushed seeing Ellie so seductive and husky, looking away once they break from their kiss as the embarrassment settles in, chewing on her lip. Ellie is relentless. “I didn’t know you’d feel this good, but I’m glad Abs,” She takes one of Abby’s hands and snakes it between them so Abby can feel the damp patch embedded in Ellie’s boxers, a mix of herself and massage oil. “Very glad, so do yourself and I a favour and let yourself enjoy this… Don’t be so embarrassed, though I like it when you are… Always so stubborn.” Ellie tuts with caring eyes, grinding her hips down onto Abby’s palm with a small grunt to affirm her point.
The deep rise and fall of Abby’s chest is accentuated with her writhing beneath Ellie, unable to keep up with her as she processes the feeling of getting caught, how her stomach knots as Ellie looks deep within her, this new discovery of a turn on all the while Ellie’s ruthless fingers pinch and roll her nipples, slick from oil. She moans, properly, to cope with Ellie getting her like this. Abby keeps her eyes on Ellie as she uses her other hand to hold her hip still and with the other currently being rolled on, slips her fingers under Ellie’s boxers, taking her by total surprise as she stutters out a moan; eyes wide.
“A-ah! Abby,” Ellie looks down at her through half-lidded eyes, satisfied feeling Abby's thick fingers pass through her folds, soaked from the teasing, the anticipation; going so long without being able to be with Abby like this. To finally feel her ease into her gently, it was like swimming in champagne. “T-this is your treat babe- fuck.” Ellie protests weakly, she’s always been terrible at saying no to Abby, she’s hard to resist and this is no exception.
Abby’s lips curl into a mischievous smile watching Ellie’s fingers twitch as they massage and tease Abby’s tits, she will never ever get sick of the way Ellie looks when her eyes roll up and centre, her lip between her teeth as her eyebrows scrunch. “Well your fingers are covered in oil,” Abby starts, pushing her fingers deeper into Ellie with a wet squelch, a satisfied hum rumbles through their chests. “Also busy.” her gaze flicks down to her chest momentarily, “You’ve doted on my every need all night El, beyond tonight, you’ve been looking after me since things picked up at work, you always do this and I don’t know how I don’t see it until I’m knee deep in it… But you do.”
Ellie appreciates Abby’s silky praise and appreciation for her efforts as a girlfriend, but it is incredibly difficult for her to process any of it beyond mindlessly nodding her head whilst Abby gets a personal feel of just how much Ellie missed her. Her strong hand moves from Ellie’s hip, running up her torso to her neck, pulling her down to her chest and subsequently lifting Ellie’s arse enough for Abby to bottom her fingers out inside her and truly finger fuck her. Her knuckles kissing Ellie’s slick lips with each harsh trust. Ellie cries out into her shoulder, desperate hands gripping at the towel beneath them, her erect nipples pushing against Abby’s as the force behind her thrusts jut Ellie forward enough to make them rub.
Abby’s free hand pets Ellie’s hair, her heart swelling with so much love as she mentally picks apart all the things Ellie has been doing for her the last few weeks when she was too blind to notice, she didn’t think she’d ever find someone who loved her enough to do that. Her pace is ruthless, Ellie’s needy pussy weeps all over her fingers, the wet slap muffled slightly from Ellie’s boxers stretching around her wrist; not that she’d be able to hear it over Ellie’s frantic moans and grunts getting lost in the crook of her neck.
“You do so much for me Ellie, you deserve this, I want to give this to you. You need it, I can feel it. I love you so much.”
Ellie is damn near drowning in that champagne. Her mind reeling, Abby's husky voice like silk ribbon around her body, the curl of her fingers pushing against her just right, inching her closer and closer, the knot tightening in her stomach as her body stiffens. Her jaw is slack, letting the cries and moans out without a second thought, not even making an effort to stop the drool from poking out the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck- f-fuck Abby, I love you t-too.” Her voice is slurred from her cheek pressed against Abby’s shoulder, her body twitching and tensing as Abby’s hands work to get Ellie to give her what she needs. Abby’s fingers running through her auburn hair raises goosebumps over her pale skin, her three fingers stretching her needy hole out and prying her nectar from her makes her breathing so staggered it almost sounds like she could cry.
“‘M gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum ‘m gonna cum.” Ellie declares hurriedly, weakly moving her grip on one hand to Abby’s neck to feel her in her hands. Her eyes rolled back behind closed lids and her cheek is wet with a combination of oil and drool.
“That’s it… Give it to me baby, please.” Abby’s soft voice is all the push Ellie needed and seconds later she’s crying out moans and curses, eyes shooting open once she feels the mess that's coming out beyond her control, her boxers quickly soaking through.
“Oh fuck!”
“Oh my god, that’s my good fucking girl.” Abby grunts and keeps thrusting through Ellie’s tightening walls as she orgasms, encouraged from the wetness soaking her wrist, Ellie rarely squirts; she must be so pent up. She grips Ellie’s hair, feeling animalistic in the way she pushes against her resisting walls to keep stretching her out and keep fucking into her until she is nothing more than a sputtering mess, twitching fingers clutching at her neck and a weak whimper begging for mercy, that she can’t take anymore, bliss rolling over her body in warm waves.
Ellie lets the oil on her knees pull her into lying limp over Abby, panting into her neck and struggling to grasp at words. Abby smiles, pleased with herself and the mess they’ve made, Ellie can never say no to her, she revels in it.
“Abby…” Ellie groans weakly, “You asshole, fuck, I’m not done with you, just-just gimme a minute… fuck.” A few minutes pass and Ellie’s breathing eventually settles to a gentle pace, she sits up on shaky arms and blinks a few times, dazed.
“This is a mess, holy shit. I can’t believe you got me to do that, we’re soaked.” She pushes herself off Abby to pull her soaked through boxers off of her skin and onto the floor. Plucking her harness out from the “Abby Overload Protocol” pile she prepared for tonight and pulling it on with a weak grip. Abby laughs softly at the dedication.
“You deserve it, you can take a break El, you’ve been looking after me all night.” Abby smiles sheepishly, propping herself up on her elbows as Ellie slides in between her legs, raking her fingers through her auburn hair before settling it in the plush of Abby’s thighs, bending over her to press a gentle kiss into her lips, refusing her offer.
”’M gonna fuck you so fuckin’ hard.”
“Please, Ellie.”
Abby hasn’t felt so relaxed in weeks… Assuming she wasn’t going to be able to see Ellie like this for a long while, but she’s here. Wrapping her skinny fingers around her cock, wetting it with lube as she takes her lip between her teeth; looking down at Abby like she was the most delicious temptation that ever graced her sights. Ellie loves all of her, Abby feels secure in knowing Ellie finds her just as desirable when she’s been stressed and not her usual self, getting manually unwound at Ellie’s own fingertips as when she makes an effort and dresses up for her. She beams the same smile every morning once their eyes meet waking up together as they do when they murmur ‘goodnight’s with a kiss, closing their eyes to lay in each other's arms, scents blending together and imprinting on their clothes they’ll occasionally push to their nose to breathe in throughout the next day.
“Tell me you need it,” Ellie purrs huskily, pressing the tip of her cock against Abby’s entrance. Ellie knew she needed it, her inner thighs shining with incriminating evidence. “I wanna hear you say it baby, I missed you so much.”
Abby whimpers at Ellie’s dirty request, trying to roll her hips down to push more of Ellie inside her, but she pulls back with a smirk, even more so when Abby tips her head back with a quiet frustrated whine. She looks to the side, her cheeks, nose and even the tips of her ears turning pink. The humiliation pulls on the arousing knot in her stomach, avoiding Ellie’s eyes until she reaches forward to hold her jaw and make them meet eyes, a moan slipping past Abby’s lips at the way Ellie’s cock inches into her and launches her away from hesitation for her carnal need for more.
“Fuck, E-Ellie. I need it, I need you. Please fuck me, please. I’m so lucky to have you-oh!”
As much as Ellie wants to tease the bashful blonde beneath her, she succumbs to finally seeing her eyes roll back once she lets her hips sink into Abby’s, almost bottoming out inside her as she interrupts her.
”You must really want it Abs, you’re never this vocal…I like it.” Ellie grunts, immediately putting herself to work, her grip on the sofa below them tightening to support her weight as she rolls her hips into Abby’s.
Abby speaks through gritted teeth, her eyes fluttering shut as her legs weakly wrap around Ellie’s waist, slipping from the oil coating their skin. “Fuck- Ellie! I just want to s-stop thinking-gh! Fuck… Don’t stop.” She lifts a hand to hold Ellie’s jaw, pulling her down to lock her into a deep kiss, one of Ellie’s hands dig into a knot in her shoulder, making her muscles weep, but she can hardly feel it over the way it feels to get stretched out around every inch of Ellie’s cock.
Ellie settles into a nice pace, appreciating how with every slap of their skin, Abby’s tits bounce underneath her, how Abby tries so hard to hold onto Ellie and keep her close but she wants to truly see all of her like this. She moves one of her hands by Abby’s head to grip her plush thighs, her fingers slip as she struggles to hold her right.
”My sweet girl, overworked and underfucked huh?” Ellie coos sweetly, Abby loves how easy it seems for Ellie to talk to her like this, it sets her skin alight, she whimpers in response, eyes shut and eyebrows raised. Ellie grows tired of the oil proving to be so menacing to her, and she lets herself put all her weight on her forearm resting by Abby’s head; subsequently making her bottom out inside her suddenly. Abby cries out and Ellie wastes no time in leaning over her, moving her grip from her thigh to her braid, making her look at her again. ”Just needed her tight pussy filled up right? I’m gonna make you feel so good, so good f’me.”
Ellie’s filthy promises make Abby’s face twist, her brows pinch together and a constant stream of higher pitched moans get knocked out from within her with every bruised push and pull of Ellie’s cock against her sensitive walls, looking at Ellie with eyes half open, their breaths fanning each others lips, noses brushing.
“Ellie!” Abby whines, her cheeks reddening, toes curling as she takes her hand - after rubbing it over the towel beneath them to rid it of oil - and spits on her fingers, rushing to put them between her legs to strum her clit; all under Ellie’s intense watch. ”P-Please - shit!” She grunts, her other hand tugging on Ellie’s auburn locks as her dirty words go straight to her pussy, winding Abby up and sending her towards her peak. ”Don’t stop- don’t! F-fuck-“
”Anything for you, my dirty girl,” Ellie interrupts Abby’s choked pleads, her own stomach knotting seeing Abby so strung out and desperate, she looks down between their bodies and locks onto Abby’s thick fingers pleasuring herself, and how with every retraction of Ellie’s hips, her strap is illuminated in the candle light; soaked in Abby’s need. It gives her a second wind of energy, and she suddenly puts more push into her action. “‘M gonna make you feel better, fill you up so deep you can’t think anymore. You like that baby?”
Abby’s eyes roll back at Ellie’s constant assault on her body, her filthy teases reeling through her mind whilst her cock slams into her in a consistent shallow pace, Abby stops breathing as her fingers desperately circle her clit, body turning stiff.
”Breathe for me baby.” Ellie commands, noting Abby’s tense muscles in her thighs wrapped around her waist and her staggered breaths, refusing to let up her pace as she grips her braid a little tighter, voice growing stern. “Baby.”
”Trying!” Abby chokes out and throughout all of the haze she finds her breath and in finding that, she also finds herself filling the air around them with a constant string of breathy moans she doesn’t even recognise. Ellie’s grip on her braid gives a faint white sting on Abby’s scalp that she returns as she balls Ellie’s hair in her fist, body beginning to shake beyond her control. Ellie is elated.
”Holy shit- You’re gonna cum for me baby, aren’t you?”
Abby cries out loudly, nodding her head frantically despite the tug on her braid, chest heaving as she desperately chases her high and inches ever closer with every slap of their skin and rub on her clit, Ellie’s words only coaxing her further as she lays unable to find her own. Her trembling thighs start to cage Ellie’s hips as her entire body stiffly curls into her.
“I’m-I’m-“
“Give it to me, oh my god Abby, you’re incredible,” Ellie’s grunts grow louder as her thigh muscles weep, she refuses to let up until Abby spills her saccharine nectar all over her, her desire to rinse Abby for all she can give so she can finally sleep long and easy. “Cum all over my cock. I wanna feel it.”
Abby’s peak finally breaches and the relief is like being carried on an all consuming wave. She forces her eyes to open and through glazed over eyes struggling to stay open she connects with Ellie, her vision blurring over her lack of focus. For the first time in their relationship a guttural scream is ripped out from her chest and Ellie’s eyes widening and the excited curl of her lips is the last thing she sees before she tips her head back, refusing to stop circling her clit until she can’t take anymore. Her scream dies out into groaned whimpers and finally unwinds along with her muscles into gasped whines. Her body goes limp, legs falling from Ellie’s waist and hitting the sofa below, her eyes stay shut as she heaves, swimming in aftershocks and muted swirls of exhaustion.
“You really needed that huh sweetheart?” Ellie’s voice is soft, pressing a gentle kiss to Abby’s wet hairline, she whines in response, big arms weakly wrapping around her and holding her close, groaning as her pussy throbs around Ellie’s cock still buried inside her. Ellie senses her vulnerability and pets her hair, kissing her neck as she takes her first proper deep breath in a while, letting her weight go onto Abby. “You did so good, I’m so glad you could let me give that to you, you work too hard…”
A few minutes of peace pass, Abby’s breath finally returns to normal but she’s dazed, and exhausted. “I want our bed…” She mumbles flatly, Ellie purses her lips, having planned to run her a bath before this, but given how she worked herself earlier beyond expectations, she concluded it was best not to push her.
“Okay, well you’re pissing before that happens. But for now, I’ll pat you down with a wet cloth and towel whilst you lay here, and I’ll put fresh sheets on ‘n run you a proper bath in the morning, sound good?”
Abby bites her lip as she nods, the threat of tears picking her eyes as she's flooded with gratitude and post orgasm bliss, wondering what she ever did to be able to have someone know her like this, to be so good. The sex made her feel opened up and rinsed to dry, like she can finally breathe for a night at least.
“Thank you.” She whispers, a faint wobble in her voice that grabs Ellie’s attention, lifting her head from her chest she can see the gloss in her eyes, she presses a kiss to her jaw lovingly.
”It’s bedtime, I’ll be back in a second with that cloth alright?”
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With quick hands and a deep love for her person, soon enough the candles were blown, wax pooling in the dish in which they stood. Abby laid in bed with a face so relaxed it was as if she lived a life of no responsibilities. Ellie pressed her lips between her eyebrows and relaxed into her arms, letting her exhaustion take over and carry her into a restful sleep too.
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Note: I hope you liked this piece, domestic ellabs has my heart. This Ellie and Abby are taken from my Modern AU Ellabs collection, I love them!
Ok so kinktober was SUPPOSED TO BE mostly short blurb/one shot type pieces, like a nice slice of cake, but I fear I CANNOT BE NORMAL about anything regarding Abby and Ellie.
The pieces are not short, my desire for brilliance and passion for these dorks are fuelling that fire. (around 1-2k+ words per prompt... oops)
If I wasn’t sick for 2 weeks I would have been able to get most of the pieces out on time but given the way life goes there will be some delays, but I’d like to think it’ll be worth it.
I am unable to suppress my love for these two to short pieces, no they must be long and detailed, I can’t stop myself truly… I like the craft, I put a lot of love into these things…
I suspect kinktober will be spread out across October and November instead of just the one month c:
thinking about dina visiting the farmhouse, gut twisting at how much more lively it looks compared to how she left it, a vice squeezes her core seeing the warmth being kindled in part by abby.
i like to think sometime in the future, dina would spot abbys crochet attempt evidence in the form of strands of yarn sprinkled around her seat, following the yarn up to the project that had to be abandoned because of a huge knot.
She'd come over, trying to push the bounds of who abby is as a person breathing before her beyond the nightmare that haunted her. She thinks about ellie, how far her perception of what ellie is stretches despite what she has done. To someone else -- a lot of people -- she is the nightmare.
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"How are you learning to crochet?"
Abby is completely thrown off, having been used to the indigestible chill between them, the silent acknowledgement that what lies between them is eternal layers of sonder to work through.
"Oh!" Abby reaches out, grabbing the book that laid flat across the arm of her chair, passing it over to Dina. Its worn, spine tired from hours spent cracked open. "This book I found a couple weeks ago. It's hard."
Dina raises her brows, looking over the pages.
"Impressive," She swallows and despite the race of her pulse she lets the words fall out anyway. "I can help you. I've spent a long time making JJ's toys, blankets, clothes..."
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In due time, Ellie would look out the kitchen window, surprised and warm to see Dina and Abby sat on the picnic bench together, hooks and yarn in hand, Dina taking the time to point out the intricacies she needs to know, Abby nodding, watching the method suddenly fall into place.
