police officer! abby anderson x gf reader?
Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer
I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure!
synopsis: Abby won't take the time she needs to heal, so you take matters into your own hands
PoliceOfficer!Abby, smut! finger fucking & riding, r!giver/receiver
Abby had to take time off work. Not by choice of course. Abby was told that she had to take time off because she had injured her ankle while on the job. A burglary had gone wrong and she had twisted her ankle while chasing after the criminal. Abby, of course, didn’t take this lightly. As stubborn as she is, she showed up just days late, ready to work but the doctors said otherwise. Abby was constantly getting up to do things around the house, cleaning, cooking, walking Alice (Abby could barely make it down the stairs.) Abby ended up in the back of the chief's squad car because she tried sneaking out of the house that the two of you shared because she knew you wouldn’t let her go to work. Which is exactly how she ended up in this position.
Abby rubbed her eyes with her hand. She held the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. The bedroom windows cracked, a little bit of sunlight seeping through the curtains. She slowly sifted around in the bed, rubbed her ankles together, one still in the cast from her injury. And let her eyes flicker open, stretching her arms, but something was resisting.
Abby sat up, her body finally fully conscious, reaching over for the lamp on the bedside table to see what is causing this. She finally saw her handcuffs, the ones she had used at work, is now being used on her; chained to the bedframe.
“Honey!” she grunts. You quickly came down the hall, shirt messy from making breakfast. You were making blueberry pancakes, one of Abby’s favorites. A nice surprise for her after her not so nice surprise in the bedroom. You see that your plan had worked. You try to hide your smile but Abby's face; eyebrows knitted and lips into a pout, only made you more amused.
“Oh, hi, baby,” You smirk as you walk closer to the bed. Abby's eyes dart at you as you made your way to sat on the edge of the bed, it dipped under your weight as you sat down next to your tired and non amused wife. “Is something wrong?”
“Hmm?” You hummed as you bit on your nail enjoying your wife’s state even more from up close. Abby's face didn’t drop the same pissed look that she had before, but still allows you to rub her leg from on top of the covers. “Are you hungry? I just finished making pancakes”
“Don’t change the subject. I’m pretty sure I can arrest you for this,” Abby laughs dryly. You smile back at her again this time, she tries to reach for you but with her left arm cuffed to the bed frame she could only get so far. She whines as she tries to use her unchained arm to sit herself up on the bed. “C’mon baby, where are the keys?”
“You don't want to stay in bed and let me treat you?” You pout as you move closer to her, your eyes moving back from her piercing blue eyes to her lips. The bed creaked as you moved on top of Abby's fit frame, legs straddling over her waist. Carefully avoiding her broken ankle.
“The keys” She asks again, this time more sternly, her eyebrows furrowed. You stop just in front of her face, noses almost touching. You are now engulfed in Abby's sweet scent, her amber perfume that she wears, mixed with sweat. You tease her even more, lips almost touching hers,
“That’s fine, I don’t have to, you attempt to go to work-” Before you even get the chance to finish her lips connect to yours. Her hand grips onto your thigh. She doesn’t want you going anywhere. You were startled at first, her grip, her fast movement. But you quickly relax and kiss her back. Your hands tangled in her messy hair.
Her arm hooks around your waist pulling you even closer. Your mouths moving in unison, grinding on her lower half, good thing you decided to only wear a t-shirt and underwear. You grip onto her broad shoulders as you grind harder into her lap. You could feel your body getting hotter, wetter, needier, all for Abby.
Abby lifts up your shirt, taking it off with her one hand. Her mouth moved down to the nape of your neck and down to your collar bone. Your nipples are hardening from being exposed to the cold air of your shared bedroom. You pull back ever so slightly. Abby helps take your underwear off and slowly guide you to ride her thigh. You cup your hands around her cheeks, your mouths moving in unison. Lips getting wetter. Tongues becoming one.
“Just like that baby,” Abby helps you continue to grind against her thigh. You moan helplessly in response. Her lips trailing down your cheek and down your neck sucking ever so softly by the nape of your neck. Your clit can’t take anymore of Abby's thigh becoming a wet mess.
“Fuck, Please, Abby” You moan into her ear. You feel her hands grip at your waist and guide you further. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer until your orgasm washes over you. Your clit now overstimulated. Abby’s hands grip harder into the fat of your ass carrying your through your orgasm. Your clit sending shock waves throughout your body as Abby slows down her movements.
Abby’s grip holds you still. Both of her hands are wrapped around your lower half. Both? You finally snap out of it. You unburrow your face from the nape of her neck to see your wife smirking up at you. She reaches for the handcuffs that were on the edge of the bed and dangles it in front of you.
You were now puzzled. Until Abby drops the handcuffs back on the bed and pulls out a bent bobby pin from her braided dirty blonde hair.
“Oh!,” Abby sarcastically gasped as she looked at the fiddled hair pin. “I almost forgot I had that in my hair,”
You frown. Defeated. Outsmarted by a cop who just so happens to be your wife. You should’ve seen that one coming.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” You ask sadly. Your arms wrap around her waist. And you deliver a few kisses to her cheek and take your place back buried in the nape of her neck.
“Course not, baby,” Abby says in between giving your kisses just below your very sweaty hairline. She rubs your back as the two of you sit there for a while. She props up her legs so you feel a bit more comfortable. You move your legs so you straddle her waist again.
“Abby, please let me take care of you,” You say. Your warm eyes meet her icy blue ones, her face softens. Her lips curl back into a smile. “You’re always working, and I just want some time with you,”
“Shh,” She lulls, Abby’s quick to stop you from over-explaining. Of course she understands. With her new promotion she’s barely had enough time with you. Every morning when you wake up she’s always gone— she’s always been up for hours. By the time you get to sleep she’s never there. Abby is quick to nod her head. She slowly unwraps her arms from you kissing your shoulder. She takes off her shirt and tosses by where your shirt mysteriously ended up.
You give soft kisses down her neck and onto her nipple. She holds the back of your neck to keep you there. You continue to suck on her nipple until a groan escapes out of Abby’s mouth. You drag your lips to the other side doing the same thing you just did. The two of your eyes meet, Abby’s eyes now half lidded. You move down south just below her abdomen. Her happy trail was exposed. Hair peaking out, escaping just under her shorts. You trail a finger, fiddling with the elastic of her shorts and underwear. Cautiously moving your other hand as to not injure Abby’s ankle more to sneak the bottom under her leg.
Abby moans, her body grinding up closer to your face, just begging for more. Wetness pooled in her underwear. In which you waste no time and pull both her shorts and underwear off. Abby’s pussy now on display. Abby’s hand now cups the side of your cheek as you leave harsh kisses to her thighs. Teasing her and missing the spot that she actually wants you to touch. Abby whimpers as you lick a stripe up her pussy. Just stopping at her clit.
“Fuck, baby,” She moans. You wrap one arm under her toned thigh, the other hand caressing the side of her abdomen. She grinds her clit against your tongue. You use your arm to move her down more into your face. Her grinding quickness as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. You move your hand from underneath her legs and slowly push your middle finger into to Abby’s pussy, in which you earn another moan from Abby. “You feel so good”
The squelching of Abby’s cunt echos through the room. You slowly grind your body into the bed, mimicking Abby’s movements. You enter both your ring finger and middle finger into Abby’s sweet cunt and suck on her clit as she gets ever closer.
“Oh, fuck,” Abby repeates herself once again. And again, and again as she reaches that familiar feeling wash over her. She lets out a gasp before holding your hand that was once caressing her chest. You slowly tease her entrance before your finally pull them out. Delicate kisses placed on her thighs, on top of the once hungrily placed ones. Abby’s deep breaths echoed through the room.
You place even more soft kisses trailing up to Abby’s sweaty face. You smile as Abby leans in for another sweet kiss. Abby’s taste herself on your tongue as the two of you continue to embrace one another. She places her large hand on your back and the other to gently caress your cheek.
“Thank you, honey,” She whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes slowly meet her relaxed face once again. You kiss her hand and then cup her cheek to place a kiss against it.
“No need to thank me, sweetie” You reassure her. You’re now on top of Abby again, body clinging to her like a kola. The two of you bask in the comfortable silence of your house. You can hear Alice, your dog shifting through the living room. Alice’s collar echoed through the hallway.
“You said you made pancakes?” Abby asks, changing the subject entirely. Rubbing her hand up and down your arm. You smile up at her. “How about breakfast in bed?”
Abby has now learned to live comfortably at home until her ankle healed. She got used to moving around in her crutches and to not argue with you when you had to help her move throughout the house. She even got more comfortable to ask for things she couldn’t really reach. Which was a shocker because she would always reach for things for you. In actuality Abby was very grateful that her ankle was injured. Paid time off work, getting to sleep in, but most importantly getting to spend more time with you.
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