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“But…” Abby whimpers, hips twitching helplessly against the couch. “My h-heat suppressants…”
Sevika’s brow furrows. Her gaze drags slowly over Abby’s bare body, over the slick shining between her thighs and soaking into the cushions beneath her.
“These?” she asks lowly, holding up the crumpled packet between two fingers.
Abby bursts into your room soaked, bleeding, and with her guard up, as always. What starts with gauze and antiseptic for a gash in her side quickly gets out of hand. Turns out, there are things that hurt (or feel) a lot more than a wound from a patrol.
Content Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, open wounds, physical pain, blood, emergency medical care, progressive nudity, oral (Abby receiving), fingering (Abby receiving), light power dynamics, Dom!Reader, Sub!Abby, praise kink, size difference.
Word Count: 2,5k
The door swung open with a dull thud, almost without warning, and the weight of her body slumped against the frame. Abby was breathing heavily, as if every lungful of air cost her the world. Her jacket was torn at the right side, just above the waist, and a dark, damp stain was spreading across the fabric with a speed you didn't like at all.
She didn't say a word. She didn't even look at you at first; she simply let herself fall onto the first spot she found, the edge of your cot, leaving a trail of the smell of rain and that acrid mix of sweat and old blood.
"Fuck" she muttered, gritting her teeth as she pressed her hand against her side.
You approached quickly, setting aside whatever you were doing. You knelt in front of her, invading her space without asking permission, and your hands sought the zipper of her jacket.
"Take this off" you ordered, your voice firm. "Abby, move."
She let out a grunt, a sound that vibrated in her throat as she tried to obey. Her movements were clumsy, rigid. When you finally managed to pull the jacket open and push the fabric aside, you saw the gash: a deep cut in her side. The skin around it was red and angry.
"It was a shit patrol" she blurted out suddenly, her voice broken and raspy. "A sector that was supposed to be clear. It wasn't."
Abby grit her teeth as you began to clean the area with a gauze soaked in antiseptic. The sting was immediate; you saw every muscle in her neck tense, her hands curling into fists on her thighs, knuckles white.
"Shit... be careful" she hissed, though her voice sounded more like a plea than a complaint.
"Hold still" you replied, lowering your voice. "Don't move."
Your fingers moved meticulously, wiping away the blood and clearing the debris. In the process, the proximity became suffocating. You were so close you could feel the heat radiating from her side. She didn't stop staring at you. Her eyes, bright with lingering adrenaline, traced your face, your hands, and the way you concentrated on the wound in her side.
As you finished cleaning and began to wrap the bandage, your fingers involuntarily brushed the bare skin of her waist. Abby shuddered, but she didn't pull away. On the contrary, her breathing grew slower, deeper, and a shiver ran down her spine.
The tension was no longer coming just from the pain.
Abby raised a hand, hesitating for an instant before her fingers, stained with dried blood, rested on your forearm. She didn't push you away. She just stayed there, holding onto you, while you finished securing the makeshift bandage around her torso.
"Done" you whispered, but you didn't stand up. Your hands still rested on her side, feeling her pulse thrumming beneath the gauze.
Abby tensed under your touch. She avoided your gaze, fixing it on an empty spot on the wall, her breathing turning shallow and quick.
"Don't look at me like that" she snapped with a raspy voice, almost a growl.
You didn't move. Your fingers continued to graze the bandage, feeling the heat emanating from her side—that physical vulnerability she was desperately trying to ignore.
"Like what?" you asked in a whisper, never taking your eyes off her.
"Like I'm something that's going to break..." she replied, finally looking at you. "I don't need your pity."
You moved a little closer, closing the small space left between you, forcing her eyes to anchor into yours.
"It's not pity..." you began to say, your hand slowly sliding up her arm.
"Stop."
The word cut through the air. Abby let go of your forearm as if it burned her and stood up abruptly. She moved away from you, grabbing her mangled jacket from the floor with a rough gesture, not looking back.
"I'm leaving. I have to report to Isaac" she muttered, turning her back to you.
She walked toward the door, determined to flee from what was happening in that room. But just as she reached out for the knob, her body demanded its due: the gash in her side gave a violent tug.
Abby let out a muffled groan, a sound of pure pain she couldn't contain. She doubled over, leaning her forehead against the wooden door and pressing her hand against the fresh bandage.
"Shit..." she cursed between her teeth.
You stood up calmly and walked until you were standing right behind her.
"You won't even make it to the hallway like that, Abby" you said softly, but bluntly. "Stop being an idiot and turn around."
She didn't move at first. She stayed leaning against the door, her breath hitching, fighting her own pride. The silence stretched out, heavy with a tension that had nothing to do with the patrol or the wound. Finally, she let out a long sigh and turned around very slowly.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright, charged with a mix of rage and something much deeper that was stripping her of her defenses.
"I can't..." she started to say, but her voice failed her.
You didn't let her finish. You put a hand on the nape of her neck, your fingers entangling in her hair, and pulled her toward you. Abby didn't offer any resistance; on the contrary, she collapsed forward, seeking your mouth with a clumsy, desperate urgency, as if kissing you were the only relief left in the world.
"Abby..." you whispered against her lips, but this time she was the one who wouldn't let you finish.
She bit your lower lip, just enough to draw a gasp from you. Her hands moved to your waist, clutching your clothes with a desperation that made your skin crawl.
You pulled her tighter, careful not to press against the side where the white bandage was already starting to strain. She let out a low growl as she tilted her head to bite you again, this time at the corner of your mouth, before kissing you harder. Her panting began to fill the room, breaking the silence surrounding them.
Abby was losing her composure completely. Her body trembled slightly against yours, and you could feel her heart hammering against your own chest, wild. Her hands, which always knew how to grip a weapon, now seemed not to know what to do with your body; they squeezed, they let go, they searched desperately for somewhere to hold on.
You guided her back to the cot without breaking contact, your hands firm on her neck so she wouldn't pull away. Abby walked backward, clumsy, her boots dragging across the floor until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she sat down hard. You didn't stop; you stepped between her legs, forcing her to open up to make room for you, and dropped your kisses to her jaw.
She threw her head back, exposing her neck with a shaky sigh that betrayed how much it was costing her to keep her balance. You bit the skin just below her ear.
"Fuck..." she gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders, squeezing hard.
You took the moment to finish removing her torn jacket. The fabric hit the floor with a heavy sound, revealing her broad shoulders and strong arms, covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. Your lips moved down her neck, tracing the line of her muscles until you reached her collarbone, where you stopped to lick the salt from her skin.
Abby shuddered. Her hands moved to your back, searching desperately for a grip as her breathing became erratic.
"Look at me" you asked, pulling back just a few millimeters.
It took her a second to react. When she opened her eyes, they were clouded. Her mouth was half-open, swollen, and her chest rose and fell with a violence that made the bandage on her side tighten rhythmically.
"Does it hurt?" you asked, grazing the edge of the gauze with your thumb.
"I don't care" she answered in a broken voice, barely a whisper. "Just... keep going. Don't stop now."
You gave her a short, almost chaste kiss before reaching for the hem of her shirt. Abby raised her arms, letting you strip her of the last layer of clothing. When the fabric came off, the cold air of the room hit her bare skin, making her shiver, but you made sure to cover her immediately with your own warmth, seeking her mouth again while your hands began to explore the curve of her ribs, just above the wound.
You pushed her by the shoulders, gentle but leaving her no room to protest, until her back hit the mattress with a dull sound. Abby let out a hitched sigh, a mixture of relief and that latent pain in her side which, miraculously, seemed to be falling into the background. She stayed there, completely exposed, the muscles in her arms still tense and her eyes locked on you, darkened by a need that was completely dismantling her.
As soon as your hands began to move down her abdomen, carefully skirting the gauze of the bandage, Abby reacted suddenly. She raised an arm to cover her eyes, gritting her teeth.
"Hey. Don't hide" you told her, in a low voice that brook no argument.
You grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm away from her face. She offered minimal resistance, a tremor in the muscle that yielded immediately.
"Look at me, Abby" you repeated, lowering your head to kiss the curve of her neck, right where her pulse was thudding.
You began to descend with agonizing slowness. Your lips traced the path from her collarbone to the beginning of her breast. Abby let out a sharp moan, a sound she tried to stifle by swallowing hard as your mouth circled the firmness of her nipple.
"Shit..." she cursed, while her fingers dug into the old sheet, twisting the worn fabric.
You licked it slowly, feeling it grow rigid under your tongue. Abby arched her back, an instinctive movement that made her hiss in pain from the tug on her side, but she didn't pull away a single millimeter. On the contrary, she buried her free hand in your hair, pulling hard, forcing you to press more, to bite a little.
"You like this?" you murmured against her damp skin, letting your hot breath make her shiver.
"You know I do... fuck" she gasped, her eyes half-closed.
Your hands slid down her hips, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath the thick fabric of her pants. Abby gave a start when your fingers hooked the closure, but she did nothing to stop you; she stayed there, her breath caught in her throat and her cheeks burning.
You slid the garment down, revealing the power of her legs and the small scars that marked her skin, until the pants fell to the floor. Abby tried to close her thighs out of pure instinct, but you kept your hands firm on her knees, forcing her to stay open for you.
That’s when you saw it. Her underwear was visibly darkened, the thin fabric betraying the moisture of her arousal. You stayed silent for a second, watching the stain spread—physical evidence that her body had yielded long before her pride.
You licked your lower lip as a slow, intentional smile spread across your face. Abby, noticing your gaze fixed on that spot, let out a moan of pure shame, trying to cover herself again with her arm.
"Look at you, Abby..." you murmured, ignoring her attempt to hide. "You're soaked."
"Shut up" she managed to say, though her voice was nothing more than a broken breath.
You didn't listen. You leaned in closer, burying your face between her legs while your hands held her by the thighs. You pressed your mouth directly against the damp fabric of her underwear, inhaling her scent mixed with the heat of her skin, and ran your tongue over the stain, tasting her through the fabric.
Abby arched her back suddenly, letting out a muffled scream that echoed in the small room. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, squeezing hard, as her hips trembled under your mouth.
"It tastes like how much you needed me" you said, looking up for just a second to see her coming undone. "You're perfect like this, you know? So fucking needy."
Without waiting for an answer, you hooked the edge of the garment and pulled it aside in a fluid motion, finally leaving her with no barriers. The heat emanating from her hit you full force. You leaned in again, but this time it was skin against skin. The direct contact of your lips with her center, already slick and burning, made Abby lose whatever little sanity she had left.
You didn't rush. You savored the moisture sliding down her skin, tracing slow circles around her clitoris before sucking it with a pressure that made her thrash.
"God... oh God..." she stammered, her voice so broken it was barely intelligible.
Without stopping your tongue, you slid two fingers inside her. She was burning, so tight and lubricated that the sound of the friction began to fill the small space between her legs. Abby reacted with a spasm, her thighs trying to close around your hand in a reflex action.
"Steady" you whispered against her skin, never stopping the movement of your fingers, which were now searching for her most sensitive spot. "Don't close up."
"It's too much..." she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, sweat pinning strands of hair to her forehead. "You're going to drive me crazy, fuck."
You stopped for a second, only to lick the trace your own fingers had left as they slid out and back in, tasting her in front of her. Abby looked at you with a mix of horror and fascination, her chest rising and falling in erratic waves.
You buried your fingers in her with a deeper rhythm, while your tongue centered on the exact spot that made her lose her breath.
"Now..." she stammered, her voice breaking into a fine thread. "I can't..."
You didn't listen. You stayed there, constant, sucking and pushing until you felt her internal walls begin to contract spasmodically around your fingers. There was a second of absolute silence before Abby let out a muffled scream, arching her back so sharply that the mattress creaked under her weight.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, eyes squeezed shut and teeth chattering from the intensity of the spasm.
The climax hit her full force, leaving her breathless. You stayed for a moment longer, letting the last aftershocks subside, before withdrawing slowly. You sat up calmly, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb as you watched her.
Abby was a mess: hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving as if she had just run miles through the woods. Her gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling, trying to regain the composure that had slipped through her fingers.
You let out a small laugh. You leaned over her a bit, resting your weight on one arm, and gave her a smug smile.
"Hey, Abby..." you said with an evident mocking tone, almost drawing out the words. "Didn't you have to report to Isaac?"
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"Okay! okay!" Abby gasped, her voice breathy and strained as she sank her hips down further onto the thick silicon cock.
The unyielding girth stretching her pretty, wet cunt wide open. The slick walls of her pussy clenched around the invading toy every inch forcing her inner muscles to accommodate its relentless pressure.
It sent jolts of pleasure and pain radiating through her core.
You chuckled low in your throat, the sound vibrating with amusement as you thrust your hips upward in a single deliberate motion. Driving the strap-on deeper into her dripping heat.
The sudden plunge made her body jolt, her inner thighs quivering against your skin.
A sharp whimper escaped her lips. Her back arched gracefully as she bit down hard on her lower lip just trying to stifle the sounds of her unraveling composure.
Her strong and muscled frame trembled above you. The stern Abby Anderson reduced to this quivering mess.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed.
\The word burst out like a plea and her hands flew to rest on your thighs for support. Her fingers dug into the firm muscle there as she fought to steady herself.
You were sprawled out comfortably on your bed, the soft sheets rumpled beneath you. While the movie flickered on the screen in the dimly lit bedroom, casting shifting shadows over the scene.
The once disciplined Abby Anderson was now impaled on your silicon strap-on. Her hips shaking uncontrollably above you like a pathetic little whore. Her perky tits heaving with each ragged breath.
She'd come over earlier to watch a movie with you, the two of you lounging in casual comfort until her sweater slipped off the edge of the bed. It went behind the frame and tangled in the shadows.In her haste to retrieve it, she'd accidentally grasped your hidden strap-on instead, mistaking the smooth silicone for fabric in the low light.
What started as an awkward mix-up had quickly escalated into this heated and teasing torment.
Abby began to rock her hips gently, grinding down in slow circles that made the toy shift inside her soaked pussy. Her arousal coating the shaft and trickling down to your hips.
You shook your head slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as you kept your gaze lazily fixed on the movie playing out on the TV.
"I told you, Abby," you said in a teasing tone, your voice laced with mock sternness.
"No moving until it's over. Be a good girl and sit still." You cooed.
She whined pitifully, leaning forward to press her hands on either side of your head, her palms framing your face as her arms braced against the mattress. The position made her breasts strain against her shirt, her body heat radiating down to you.
"It's getting uncomfortable," she complained, her voice husky with frustration, her pussy fluttering around the strap-on.
You rolled your eyes dramatically, tucking your hands behind your head in a picture of relaxed dominance. Your biceps flexing casually.
"Yeah, right," you replied with another eye roll, your tone dripping with disbelief and amusement at her obvious lie.
Her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils told a different story of pure, aching need.
Then, without warning, you bucked your hips upward sharply, slamming the silicon cock deeper into her clenching cunt.
The force making her whole body bounce once. She moaned loudly, a gasp tearing from her throat as she instinctively started to bounce softly, her ass cheeks slapping lightly against your thighs with each rise and fall. Her juices squelched audibly around the toy.
You tsked disapprovingly, shaking your head again as you stilled your movements.
"No, Abby," you chided firmly.
Your eyes locking onto hers. "What did I say about moving?"
She let out a frustrated huff, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as she fought the urge to grind down harder. Her strong thighs trembled from the effort of holding still, the silicone buried deep inside her.
"But you ate my pussy so nice," she huffed in exasperation.
Her voice was a mix of submission and defiance as she reached down between her legs, her fingers seeking out her swollen clit to rub frantic circles over the throbbing nub. She was chasing the relief you were denying her.
You nodded approvingly at the memory, grabbing her hand gently but firmly, guiding it away from her slick folds and pinning it to your chest.
"I did, huh?" you teased, tilting your head to look up at her with a predatory smile. Your eyes tracing the way her body flushed with arousal.
She nodded eagerly, biting her lip again to suppress another whimper. Her eyes dark with lust as she held your gaze.
Then, in a bold move born of desperation, she pushed up her shirt with her free hand, the fabric bunching around her collarbone, and slipped off her bra in one fluid motion. She let it drop to the side.
Her pretty, perky tits spilled free. The firm mounds bouncing slightly with the motion and nipples already hardened into tight peaks from the cool air.
Underneath, her muscled physique was on full display. Her pecs flexing and rippling as she twisted her own nipples between her fingers. She pinched and tugged them roughly.
"Please," she begged.
Her face and body flushed a deep crimson. Her voice breaking on the word as she hovered above you, the strap-on still stretching her pussy to its limits, and her hips twitching with the need to move.
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