Summary: Sub!Loser!Abby gets you through one last study session before your test.
This is a high school au, but both characters are 18.
Warnings: PWP, Fingering (A receiving), Oral (R receiving), Sub!Abby, Dom!reader, Female reader, Reader is more popular and feminine than Abby, No use of y/n, A calls R ‘baby’, R calls A ‘Abs’, ‘Baby’ or ‘Abigail’, R and A both cum fast, R is less mean in this one, A sucks on your fingers, Abby wants to eat that pussy baddddd
Word Count: ~3200
Author's Note: Abby’s less subby in this one, IM SORRY
Men and Minors DNI!!
By the time Abby makes her way out of the school on Thursday afternoon, you’re already leaning against the passenger side door of her car, nose buried in your phone while you wait. Your new routine of going to Abby’s place after school everyday just feels natural, being with Abby in general just feels natural, despite what anyone else might think when they see the two of you together.
“You’re fast, huh?” Her voice makes you jump, but your heart calms the moment you see her smiling face.
You nod awkwardly before slipping into your seat, and watch Abby make her way around to her own before speaking again.
“I had study haul… I wasn’t skipping, promise,” You hold your hands up in surrender, the inside of your cheek threaded between your teeth, as you bite back a grin.
Abby’s the only reason your attendance has improved this week, her little disappointed texts the day you slept through biology were enough to make you want to move into the school. She missed you so bad, it would be funny if it wasn’t truly pathetic.
She presses a kiss to your forehead, “Good.”
You accept these soft touches from Abby without question.
The blonde started acting like the two of you were in a relationship the morning after you first studied together, blurring the line between study buddies and something more in a way that felt unnoticeably natural… Like she was yours and you were hers from the moment you’d first touched.
“And guess what? I finished that stupid test prep book you made me! I’ll show you when we get back to your place, you’re gonna be so proud,” You grin at her, your head cocked to the side in a display of over-exaggerated enthusiasm.
“And you did it by yourself?” Abby can’t help but smile back, remembering the hours spent on the phone late at night while you complained about questions, and begged for help with things she knew you could do alone.
“Yup. I’m expecting a totally awesome reward,” Your smile falls a bit as your eyebrows raise expectantly.
“Like what?” Abby doesn’t catch on to the suggestive tone that has taken over your voice, her smile staying firmly planted on her face even as her eyebrows furrow due to her newfound confusion.
“What do you think I deserve?” You furrow your brow in a way that mirrors hers, a frustrated pout crossing your lips when she doesn’t pick up on your hints.
Abby may be acing her classes, but she’s still oh so stupid when it comes to you…
“A date could be good. Like, a real one where we see a movie and have dinner and stuff?” Her cheeks flush and her eyes turn hopeful—and while it’s very cute—she’s still not giving you the answer you want.
“Abigail… Think for me, baby, what do I deserve for working so hard?” You speak to her in the way you would a child, one who can’t comprehend the simple instructions being given to them.
Abby swallows hard, suddenly finding her keys to be very interesting, eyes trained on them in an attempt to mask her reaction, once she finally realizes what you want.
After a few moments, she swallows again, looking up from her keys so you can see the dark flush on her cheeks, “I’m allowed to do anything…?” The blonde asks in a soft, unsure tone.
For the past week, it’s been solely your responsibility to choose what the two of you do, and she has been happy to oblige. But Abby’s been crushing on you for years, and in that time she racked up a list of things she wanted to do to you… Now that she has the chance, though, it feels wrong to relinquish your control—she loves it.
“If you think I deserve it, yes,” The inside of your cheek catches between your teeth once again, as you fight the urge to smile at her reaction.
Her sweet, flushed, little face when she finds out she gets a chance to touch you for the first time, instead of you fucking her once again. Something she’s wanted for so, so long.
“You deserve to feel so good…” She whispers, her hands prying yours away from your lap, pressing kisses all over the exposed skin of your wrist—school parking lot be damned.
You watch the way her pout deepens as the world comes back into view, so desperate to get home and put her hands down her pants and her mouth on your cunt, poor thing…
Abby gets you back to her place in record time, dragging you up the stairs and shoving you onto her bed so fast you think you might break an arm off.
And you let her, because her reaction to getting told no will just get cuter the needier she gets.
Within seconds of getting you in her bedroom, Abby’s already reaching for your waistband, her mouth falls open when you pull her hands away though, your eyes searching hers with faux softness, “You have to look over my work first, Abs…”
You couldn’t care less about school right now, but teasing Abby is always on your mind, and when you see an opportunity, you need to take it.
She lets out a small whine, but does as she’s told, releasing you so you can grab your bag, grumbling all the while, “Do you like edging me, or something?”
“I’m trying to be responsible!” You snap back, even though the answer is ‘yes’.
It’s cute when she’s flustered and blushing and her thighs are pressed together so hard… When the strong woman you know turns to a mushy girl, begging for release.
“Now, tell me how I did,” You hand the notebook over to Abby, and watch her flip through the pages, nodding in approval, as she flops down on her bed.
When you’re sure her attention is fully focused on your work you slip your top off, leaving your chest barren aside from a bra you’d picked out just for her.
It’s a torturous five minutes while she assesses your answers, her room is freezing cold and a part of you regrets your choice to strip so early…
But it’s proven worthwhile when she turns to show you how you messed up on a question and stops in her tracks, the words getting caught in her throat as her cheeks turn pink.
“Uh… You- You got the answer right, but your… method was wrong somehow…” She stammers out.
“Show me how to do it properly, please,” Your voice comes out painfully calm—like you have no idea what you’re doing to her, like taking your shirt off is a totally normal thing to do during a study session—and make your way to her bed, sitting beside her and leaning in closer to the pages, so your chest is directly in her line of sight.
“Um, yeah— Yes, I can do that,” She’s speaking more to your chest than you, her eyes trained on the way your bra pushes your boobs up perfectly. It worked.
Finally, she snaps out of it and focuses her attention on the page, her breath hitching when she feels the bed dip as you start to strip your pants off too. Abby doesn’t even attempt to explain the correct method, instead busying herself by writing it out for you.
She knows that biology is easier for her than whatever you’re about to do next, it’s something she can predict—whereas you are not.
“You’re gonna do great tomorrow…” She mumbles, eyes trained on the floor as she hands the notebook back, “That was your only mistake.”
You roll your eyes at her sudden timidness, the way Abby’s acting like she wasn’t just begging to fuck you in her car, and throw the book on her bedroom floor, smiling when you hear a soft gasp leave her lips, “Abs, you can look up. I did this for you, baby.”
“Are you sure?” Her voice comes out whinier than normal, but she’s still quick to meet your gaze, making a point of not looking at your body.
“Abs, I spent, like, way too much money on this just for you to not look at me…” You grab her face, turning her head down, until she’s forced to stare at your body.
“You’re… very pretty,” She whispers, her eyes trained on your spread thighs, and the growing wet patch on your panties.
“So are you,” You pull her face back up to look her in her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate how flushed she is just from looking at you.
“Am I allowed to touch you?” She asks, her voice soft and unsure, picking at the skin around her nails as a way to occupy her hands and prevent them from doing anything without permission.
“You can do whatever you think I deserve, baby, I already told you…” You whisper back, a little grin on your lips.
As soon as those words settle in the blonde’s mind she’s on top of you, her mouth on yours, big fingers fighting with the clasp of your bra. She’s an uncoordinated mess, but she’s yours.
“Please-” She cuts herself off with another wet kiss to your lips, a line of spit connecting the two of you as she pulls away to speak again, “Please, god, let me eat your pussy…”
“If you keep asking instead of doing, I’m gonna say no,” Your tone comes out scolding, but you do help her by undoing your bra—which Abby wastes no time sliding off your shoulders and shoving into her back pocket.
She reaches up to cup a boob in each hand, her lips mashing against yours all the while, spreading slobber and lipgloss all over both of your chins. You can’t help the mewl that slips out when her calloused thumbs toy with your nipples.
Once she’s distracted with your chest, your fingers find their way to the button of her jeans, undoing it as fast as they can, to slip below the waistband of her boxers.
Your teeth catch on her bottom lip as she tries to pull away, and the pads of your fingers find their way to her clit, dulling the ache she feels every time she sees you…
“Baby, this was… This was supposed to be about you…” She whines, but doesn’t attempt to pull away, she wouldn’t dare, she just ruts against your hand, desperate to chase her own high.
You finally let go of her lip, teeth marks left in your wake, “I never said you get to cum, Abs,” You murmur.
“What?” Abby can’t help but whimper, too busy riding your fingers to form a real thought.
You press another kiss to her lips, letting her savour one last moment of bliss, before pulling your hand away from her crotch.
“You’re so mean,” She lets out a frustrated groan, kicking off her jeans—because they suddenly feel too hot and restricting without your hands on her.
When she’s finished her pity party and her attention is back on you, you hold your hand up in front of her face, fingers still glistening with her slick, “Open up, Abs.”
Her eyes widen, she’s looking at you like you just grew a second head, “What…?”
“You heard me. Open your mouth.”
“Baby, I-” You cut her off by shoving your fingers in her mouth. Not deep enough that it hurts, but enough that she’s caught off guard.
Abby’s breath catches for a moment as she goes into shock, before she wraps her lips around your fingers and slowly starts to lick at them, as if she’s testing the waters for how she tastes.
“This is why you should listen to me, baby… You like it,” You grin, and plant another kiss on her cheek, watching the way her eyes flutter and her tongue swirls around your digits.
She grabs you by the wrist, keeping you in place for another few seconds as she laps at every last bit of herself on your fingers, before pulling them out of her mouth, “I like you.”
“You’re a dork,” But your smile stays firmly planted on your face, and you don’t bother fighting when Abby pounces on you once more, trying her best to take charge of the kiss, or when her hands reach for your chest.
The combination of her cold bedroom, warm body and whiny tone might be enough to send you over the edge—if only you had some friction for your pulsing cunt.
Your desperate thighs rubbing together under Abby are the only thing that could possibly pull her attention away from your perfect boobs. You can’t help the search for friction, the feel of her tongue on your fingers made you want it everywhere.
Abby presses one last soft kiss to your lips—letting you taste her one more time—before pulling away and focusing her attention on your little panties. She pulls them off with the utmost care, taking her time to appreciate how wet your pretty pussy is for her.
When your body is completely naked, lingerie forgotten, she pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you… “You’re so beautiful.”
“Hurry up, Abs,” Your voice comes out whinier than she’s ever heard it, whinier than you thought possible before this moment, proof that you’re finally in need of her the way she has needed you for years now.
Abby’s skin gets clammy and hot at the sound of your voice, and she wastes no time burying her face between your thighs. You want a release as soon as possible, and she is more than willing to make it happen.
The blonde spends a moment with her face pressed against your pussy, breathing in the scent of you—soft whines leave her lips at just how wet you are, while they leave yours due to the sudden pressure of her nose against your cunt—before she finally presses her tongue to your clit; her desperate eyes watching yours as she gets to experience a taste that’s haunted her for years.
You can’t hide the smirk on your lips as you watch her glasses slide further and further down her nose while she laps at your clit like it’s the air she needs to breathe. Or when she shoves one hand down her boxers, her fingers finding their way to her own bud instantly, rubbing it to the thought of you, like she has so many times before.
Abby doesn’t bother to check on you or speak, just keeps tonging your clit, watching as your eyes roll back whenever she brushes against the overly sensitive bud too hard.
Every time you let out a little sound or make a different face, she can’t help but whimper, rutting against her own hand, driving herself closer to the edge. Her attention is solely focused on your pussy though, not her own orgasm that’s swiftly building without any contact from you at all.
The blonde lets out a soft moan when your hands tangle in her braid, tugging on it too hard, an unintentional punishment for how quickly she’s bringing you to the edge; something you’d made fun of her for incessantly this week was now about to happen to you—and Abby can’t help but take a bit of pride in that.
She whines at the feeling of your fingers pulling on her hair, her lips so close to your pussy that you can practically feel the sounds vibrating through it. You can’t help but pull harder as your orgasm continues to build.
“You’re so… Abs…” Your voice comes out hoarse and breathless, words unintelligible, eyes shutting as your pleasure starts to cross into overstimulation, as Abby continues to lap up any slick you have, mindlessly grinding against her own hand.
Abby doesn’t stop when you reach your peek, just slows her tongue to a pace that she hopes will be more comfortable for your now overwhelmingly sensitive clit, a soft whine escapes her as your thighs press against the sides of her head so hard she feels like it might pop.
You don’t notice what you’re doing to her though, as you roll your hips against her face, riding it through your climax—while Abby gets herself through her own, soft moans that match yours breaking through her lips—until you’re finally tired enough to untangle yourself from her… Letting the blonde come up for air for the first time since she first stuck her face between your thighs, much to her dismay.
Abby slowly climbs up your body, hooking a thigh over one of yours, letting you feel the way her slick soaked through her boxers. She rests her cheek on one of your bare breasts, her eyes locked on yours.
She gazes up at your fucked-out face, your heavy, lidded eyes matching hers for once… Abby’s never seen you so out of it, so soft and sleepy, it makes her ache with need all over again, despite the fact she just finished moments before.
Between pants for air, you speak, brows furrowed, “Did you cum?”
“No…” She mumbles, before her face between your breasts, hiding her embarrassment.
She’s a terrible liar, anyone could see through her. And you can feel the aftermath on your leg…
“You totally got off on eating me out,” You press a soft kiss to the top of her head and mumble, “Freak.”
Abby grumbles something unintelligible, as she burrows further into your chest. She doesn’t pull away though, she never would.
A couple hours later, Abby has you firmly planted between her legs, with your back against her chest, resting in the tub in her en-suite bathroom.
“I was serious earlier, you know that?” She finally speaks again after a good ten minutes of silence between the two of your, the space having previously been filled with a playlist she’d made for this exact moment.
“About what?” You lean back into Abby—getting impossibly closer—before craning your neck to look up at her.
“We should go on a real date after your test… Like, dinner and a movie. With no sex,” She mumbles out the last sentence, like she’s worried that just putting that possibility out into the universe will make you hate her, “If you don’t want to that’s fine, I understand if this was really just a studying thing—“
“Abs, I would love to,” Your hand finds its way to hers, in an attempt to calm her anxiety.
She grins at you, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, before she presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “Oh, thank god… Thank you. I was so worried you wouldn’t want to go out with me…”
“I seriously thought you’d never ask,” A grin that matches hers crosses your face, “Pick me up from my house tomorrow at 6, ‘kay?”
“I’ll be there.”
this took ten years to write because i had like 15 different drafts, so many plot lines that i ended up hating and so much smut that got scrapped…
ill prob post some of the smut tho cause i feel bad for making you all wait so long lol
Summary: Sub!Loser!Abby gets you through one last study session before your test.
This is a high school au, but both characters are 18.
Warnings: PWP, Fingering (A receiving), Oral (R receiving), Sub!Abby, Dom!reader, Female reader, Reader is more popular and feminine than Abby, No use of y/n, A calls R ‘baby’, R calls A ‘Abs’, ‘Baby’ or ‘Abigail’, R and A both cum fast, R is less mean in this one, A sucks on your fingers, Abby wants to eat that pussy baddddd
Word Count: ~3200
Author's Note: Abby’s less subby in this one, IM SORRY
Men and Minors DNI!!
By the time Abby makes her way out of the school on Thursday afternoon, you’re already leaning against the passenger side door of her car, nose buried in your phone while you wait. Your new routine of going to Abby’s place after school everyday just feels natural, being with Abby in general just feels natural, despite what anyone else might think when they see the two of you together.
“You’re fast, huh?” Her voice makes you jump, but your heart calms the moment you see her smiling face.
You nod awkwardly before slipping into your seat, and watch Abby make her way around to her own before speaking again.
“I had study haul… I wasn’t skipping, promise,” You hold your hands up in surrender, the inside of your cheek threaded between your teeth, as you bite back a grin.
Abby’s the only reason your attendance has improved this week, her little disappointed texts the day you slept through biology were enough to make you want to move into the school. She missed you so bad, it would be funny if it wasn’t truly pathetic.
She presses a kiss to your forehead, “Good.”
You accept these soft touches from Abby without question.
The blonde started acting like the two of you were in a relationship the morning after you first studied together, blurring the line between study buddies and something more in a way that felt unnoticeably natural… Like she was yours and you were hers from the moment you’d first touched.
“And guess what? I finished that stupid test prep book you made me! I’ll show you when we get back to your place, you’re gonna be so proud,” You grin at her, your head cocked to the side in a display of over-exaggerated enthusiasm.
“And you did it by yourself?” Abby can’t help but smile back, remembering the hours spent on the phone late at night while you complained about questions, and begged for help with things she knew you could do alone.
“Yup. I’m expecting a totally awesome reward,” Your smile falls a bit as your eyebrows raise expectantly.
“Like what?” Abby doesn’t catch on to the suggestive tone that has taken over your voice, her smile staying firmly planted on her face even as her eyebrows furrow due to her newfound confusion.
“What do you think I deserve?” You furrow your brow in a way that mirrors hers, a frustrated pout crossing your lips when she doesn’t pick up on your hints.
Abby may be acing her classes, but she’s still oh so stupid when it comes to you…
“A date could be good. Like, a real one where we see a movie and have dinner and stuff?” Her cheeks flush and her eyes turn hopeful—and while it’s very cute—she’s still not giving you the answer you want.
“Abigail… Think for me, baby, what do I deserve for working so hard?” You speak to her in the way you would a child, one who can’t comprehend the simple instructions being given to them.
Abby swallows hard, suddenly finding her keys to be very interesting, eyes trained on them in an attempt to mask her reaction, once she finally realizes what you want.
After a few moments, she swallows again, looking up from her keys so you can see the dark flush on her cheeks, “I’m allowed to do anything…?” The blonde asks in a soft, unsure tone.
For the past week, it’s been solely your responsibility to choose what the two of you do, and she has been happy to oblige. But Abby’s been crushing on you for years, and in that time she racked up a list of things she wanted to do to you… Now that she has the chance, though, it feels wrong to relinquish your control—she loves it.
“If you think I deserve it, yes,” The inside of your cheek catches between your teeth once again, as you fight the urge to smile at her reaction.
Her sweet, flushed, little face when she finds out she gets a chance to touch you for the first time, instead of you fucking her once again. Something she’s wanted for so, so long.
“You deserve to feel so good…” She whispers, her hands prying yours away from your lap, pressing kisses all over the exposed skin of your wrist—school parking lot be damned.
You watch the way her pout deepens as the world comes back into view, so desperate to get home and put her hands down her pants and her mouth on your cunt, poor thing…
Abby gets you back to her place in record time, dragging you up the stairs and shoving you onto her bed so fast you think you might break an arm off.
And you let her, because her reaction to getting told no will just get cuter the needier she gets.
Within seconds of getting you in her bedroom, Abby’s already reaching for your waistband, her mouth falls open when you pull her hands away though, your eyes searching hers with faux softness, “You have to look over my work first, Abs…”
You couldn’t care less about school right now, but teasing Abby is always on your mind, and when you see an opportunity, you need to take it.
She lets out a small whine, but does as she’s told, releasing you so you can grab your bag, grumbling all the while, “Do you like edging me, or something?”
“I’m trying to be responsible!” You snap back, even though the answer is ‘yes’.
It’s cute when she’s flustered and blushing and her thighs are pressed together so hard… When the strong woman you know turns to a mushy girl, begging for release.
“Now, tell me how I did,” You hand the notebook over to Abby, and watch her flip through the pages, nodding in approval, as she flops down on her bed.
When you’re sure her attention is fully focused on your work you slip your top off, leaving your chest barren aside from a bra you’d picked out just for her.
It’s a torturous five minutes while she assesses your answers, her room is freezing cold and a part of you regrets your choice to strip so early…
But it’s proven worthwhile when she turns to show you how you messed up on a question and stops in her tracks, the words getting caught in her throat as her cheeks turn pink.
“Uh… You- You got the answer right, but your… method was wrong somehow…” She stammers out.
“Show me how to do it properly, please,” Your voice comes out painfully calm—like you have no idea what you’re doing to her, like taking your shirt off is a totally normal thing to do during a study session—and make your way to her bed, sitting beside her and leaning in closer to the pages, so your chest is directly in her line of sight.
“Um, yeah— Yes, I can do that,” She’s speaking more to your chest than you, her eyes trained on the way your bra pushes your boobs up perfectly. It worked.
Finally, she snaps out of it and focuses her attention on the page, her breath hitching when she feels the bed dip as you start to strip your pants off too. Abby doesn’t even attempt to explain the correct method, instead busying herself by writing it out for you.
She knows that biology is easier for her than whatever you’re about to do next, it’s something she can predict—whereas you are not.
“You’re gonna do great tomorrow…” She mumbles, eyes trained on the floor as she hands the notebook back, “That was your only mistake.”
You roll your eyes at her sudden timidness, the way Abby’s acting like she wasn’t just begging to fuck you in her car, and throw the book on her bedroom floor, smiling when you hear a soft gasp leave her lips, “Abs, you can look up. I did this for you, baby.”
“Are you sure?” Her voice comes out whinier than normal, but she’s still quick to meet your gaze, making a point of not looking at your body.
“Abs, I spent, like, way too much money on this just for you to not look at me…” You grab her face, turning her head down, until she’s forced to stare at your body.
“You’re… very pretty,” She whispers, her eyes trained on your spread thighs, and the growing wet patch on your panties.
“So are you,” You pull her face back up to look her in her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate how flushed she is just from looking at you.
“Am I allowed to touch you?” She asks, her voice soft and unsure, picking at the skin around her nails as a way to occupy her hands and prevent them from doing anything without permission.
“You can do whatever you think I deserve, baby, I already told you…” You whisper back, a little grin on your lips.
As soon as those words settle in the blonde’s mind she’s on top of you, her mouth on yours, big fingers fighting with the clasp of your bra. She’s an uncoordinated mess, but she’s yours.
“Please-” She cuts herself off with another wet kiss to your lips, a line of spit connecting the two of you as she pulls away to speak again, “Please, god, let me eat your pussy…”
“If you keep asking instead of doing, I’m gonna say no,” Your tone comes out scolding, but you do help her by undoing your bra—which Abby wastes no time sliding off your shoulders and shoving into her back pocket.
She reaches up to cup a boob in each hand, her lips mashing against yours all the while, spreading slobber and lipgloss all over both of your chins. You can’t help the mewl that slips out when her calloused thumbs toy with your nipples.
Once she’s distracted with your chest, your fingers find their way to the button of her jeans, undoing it as fast as they can, to slip below the waistband of her boxers.
Your teeth catch on her bottom lip as she tries to pull away, and the pads of your fingers find their way to her clit, dulling the ache she feels every time she sees you…
“Baby, this was… This was supposed to be about you…” She whines, but doesn’t attempt to pull away, she wouldn’t dare, she just ruts against your hand, desperate to chase her own high.
You finally let go of her lip, teeth marks left in your wake, “I never said you get to cum, Abs,” You murmur.
“What?” Abby can’t help but whimper, too busy riding your fingers to form a real thought.
You press another kiss to her lips, letting her savour one last moment of bliss, before pulling your hand away from her crotch.
“You’re so mean,” She lets out a frustrated groan, kicking off her jeans—because they suddenly feel too hot and restricting without your hands on her.
When she’s finished her pity party and her attention is back on you, you hold your hand up in front of her face, fingers still glistening with her slick, “Open up, Abs.”
Her eyes widen, she’s looking at you like you just grew a second head, “What…?”
“You heard me. Open your mouth.”
“Baby, I-” You cut her off by shoving your fingers in her mouth. Not deep enough that it hurts, but enough that she’s caught off guard.
Abby’s breath catches for a moment as she goes into shock, before she wraps her lips around your fingers and slowly starts to lick at them, as if she’s testing the waters for how she tastes.
“This is why you should listen to me, baby… You like it,” You grin, and plant another kiss on her cheek, watching the way her eyes flutter and her tongue swirls around your digits.
She grabs you by the wrist, keeping you in place for another few seconds as she laps at every last bit of herself on your fingers, before pulling them out of her mouth, “I like you.”
“You’re a dork,” But your smile stays firmly planted on your face, and you don’t bother fighting when Abby pounces on you once more, trying her best to take charge of the kiss, or when her hands reach for your chest.
The combination of her cold bedroom, warm body and whiny tone might be enough to send you over the edge—if only you had some friction for your pulsing cunt.
Your desperate thighs rubbing together under Abby are the only thing that could possibly pull her attention away from your perfect boobs. You can’t help the search for friction, the feel of her tongue on your fingers made you want it everywhere.
Abby presses one last soft kiss to your lips—letting you taste her one more time—before pulling away and focusing her attention on your little panties. She pulls them off with the utmost care, taking her time to appreciate how wet your pretty pussy is for her.
When your body is completely naked, lingerie forgotten, she pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you… “You’re so beautiful.”
“Hurry up, Abs,” Your voice comes out whinier than she’s ever heard it, whinier than you thought possible before this moment, proof that you’re finally in need of her the way she has needed you for years now.
Abby’s skin gets clammy and hot at the sound of your voice, and she wastes no time burying her face between your thighs. You want a release as soon as possible, and she is more than willing to make it happen.
The blonde spends a moment with her face pressed against your pussy, breathing in the scent of you—soft whines leave her lips at just how wet you are, while they leave yours due to the sudden pressure of her nose against your cunt—before she finally presses her tongue to your clit; her desperate eyes watching yours as she gets to experience a taste that’s haunted her for years.
You can’t hide the smirk on your lips as you watch her glasses slide further and further down her nose while she laps at your clit like it’s the air she needs to breathe. Or when she shoves one hand down her boxers, her fingers finding their way to her own bud instantly, rubbing it to the thought of you, like she has so many times before.
Abby doesn’t bother to check on you or speak, just keeps tonging your clit, watching as your eyes roll back whenever she brushes against the overly sensitive bud too hard.
Every time you let out a little sound or make a different face, she can’t help but whimper, rutting against her own hand, driving herself closer to the edge. Her attention is solely focused on your pussy though, not her own orgasm that’s swiftly building without any contact from you at all.
The blonde lets out a soft moan when your hands tangle in her braid, tugging on it too hard, an unintentional punishment for how quickly she’s bringing you to the edge; something you’d made fun of her for incessantly this week was now about to happen to you—and Abby can’t help but take a bit of pride in that.
She whines at the feeling of your fingers pulling on her hair, her lips so close to your pussy that you can practically feel the sounds vibrating through it. You can’t help but pull harder as your orgasm continues to build.
“You’re so… Abs…” Your voice comes out hoarse and breathless, words unintelligible, eyes shutting as your pleasure starts to cross into overstimulation, as Abby continues to lap up any slick you have, mindlessly grinding against her own hand.
Abby doesn’t stop when you reach your peek, just slows her tongue to a pace that she hopes will be more comfortable for your now overwhelmingly sensitive clit, a soft whine escapes her as your thighs press against the sides of her head so hard she feels like it might pop.
You don’t notice what you’re doing to her though, as you roll your hips against her face, riding it through your climax—while Abby gets herself through her own, soft moans that match yours breaking through her lips—until you’re finally tired enough to untangle yourself from her… Letting the blonde come up for air for the first time since she first stuck her face between your thighs, much to her dismay.
Abby slowly climbs up your body, hooking a thigh over one of yours, letting you feel the way her slick soaked through her boxers. She rests her cheek on one of your bare breasts, her eyes locked on yours.
She gazes up at your fucked-out face, your heavy, lidded eyes matching hers for once… Abby’s never seen you so out of it, so soft and sleepy, it makes her ache with need all over again, despite the fact she just finished moments before.
Between pants for air, you speak, brows furrowed, “Did you cum?”
“No…” She mumbles, before her face between your breasts, hiding her embarrassment.
She’s a terrible liar, anyone could see through her. And you can feel the aftermath on your leg…
“You totally got off on eating me out,” You press a soft kiss to the top of her head and mumble, “Freak.”
Abby grumbles something unintelligible, as she burrows further into your chest. She doesn’t pull away though, she never would.
A couple hours later, Abby has you firmly planted between her legs, with your back against her chest, resting in the tub in her en-suite bathroom.
“I was serious earlier, you know that?” She finally speaks again after a good ten minutes of silence between the two of your, the space having previously been filled with a playlist she’d made for this exact moment.
“About what?” You lean back into Abby—getting impossibly closer—before craning your neck to look up at her.
“We should go on a real date after your test… Like, dinner and a movie. With no sex,” She mumbles out the last sentence, like she’s worried that just putting that possibility out into the universe will make you hate her, “If you don’t want to that’s fine, I understand if this was really just a studying thing—“
“Abs, I would love to,” Your hand finds its way to hers, in an attempt to calm her anxiety.
She grins at you, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, before she presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “Oh, thank god… Thank you. I was so worried you wouldn’t want to go out with me…”
“I seriously thought you’d never ask,” A grin that matches hers crosses your face, “Pick me up from my house tomorrow at 6, ‘kay?”
“I’ll be there.”
this took ten years to write because i had like 15 different drafts, so many plot lines that i ended up hating and so much smut that got scrapped…
ill prob post some of the smut tho cause i feel bad for making you all wait so long lol
Probably ooc but the concept of Grace forgiving Stratt but Stratt never quite being able to forgive herself. Like she understands why she did it, she knows the sacrifice was necessary but something about the look of betrayal in Grace’s eyes when she brought the doctor in is something she can’t let go of…
i bet the world was told the tale of how ryland grace heroically stepped up and sacrificed himself as the science specialist after the explosion. i bet his students were told that their teacher bravely chose to die to save them, all of them. ryland grace, the savior of earth.
no one will ever know he was dragged kicking and screaming. no one will ever see the cctv footage of him running, screaming, begging for his life.
the story they will be told of ryland grace, the savior of the universe, will be a bold faced lie.
and no one will know he did willingly sacrifice himself to save rocky.
no one will know he could have come home. no one will know he finally found his purpose amongst the stars.
Someone tell me if this is any good. (Context: Grace remembers his relationship/friendship with reader slowly through memories after reader dies with the rest of the crew)
In the memory he remains unmoving, head tucked in his hands. He wishes he had turned. He wishes he had looked at you, to be able to see your face again in this memory, but at the time it had been too hard.
"We'll be there together... I know it doesn't change things, but you won't be alone up there."
Outside of the memory he can feel his tears now tracing lines down his cheeks. He wants desperately to be able to go back, not even to earth necessarily, but back that moment. If he'd known then that it would be the last time he would ever see you alive he would've changed things. He would've turned his head.
"Grace is sad, question?"
He turns to face the voice of the alien as he rolls up beside him.
You won't be alone up there.
I’m super rusty at writing and this is a draft so idk. is this worth expanding on or not…
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