“Strong Desire”
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girlfriend!abby x fem!reader
note: this is pretty short, I was bored soo I wrote this :)!
You opened the door and walked into your apartment. It was dark and quiet inside. After a long day at work, all you wanted was to see Abby. You left your bag by the door and looked around. “Abs?” you called into the hallway. Nobody answered. Just the settling sounds of an apartment at night.
Something red on the dark wooden floor caught your eye. It was a rose petal. Then you saw another, and another, making a small trail that led toward the bedroom. Curious, you followed it, your steps quiet on the carpet. The bedroom was empty. You frowned, confused at the empty room. Abby should’ve been here. The bed was neat, untouched, and the silence only made it stranger. You stood there for a moment, not sure what to think, before starting to turn away, but a soft rustle from the bathroom doorway stopped you, Abby stood there, silhouetted against the dim light, taller than you remembered, her gaze intense. She simply looked at you, and then began to walk towards you. Instinctively, you stepped back, moving with a mix of nervousness and desire, until your back hit the solid wall of the bedroom. Abby closed the distance, her presence filling the room. Without a warning, she grabbed your neck and pressed her lips to yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Your glasses, which kept her from looking directly into your eyes, were taken off by her. She placed them carefully and slowly on the nightstand, making each movement deliberate, as if she wanted to tease you. As she finished, you were getting up from the bed, with a sentence forming on your lips, but Abby was quick. She turned, her eyes locking onto yours, and with a surprising surge of strength, pushed you back onto the bed. You landed with a soft thump. Her hands found your thighs, firm and assertive, spreading your legs with an ease that sent a blush creeping up your neck.
Her lips curved into a knowing grin. "Take off your shirt," she commanded, her voice a low rumble. A flicker of defiance, perhaps born of surprise or an attempt to regain some control, surfaced. "No," you managed, the word a little breathy. Her grin widened, but a glint of something else flashed in her eyes. In a swift, decisive movement, she ripped your shirt, tossing it carelessly aside, she pressed closer to your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe as her warm breath tickled your skin. “See what happens when you don’t listen?” she murmured, her voice low and sharp. Then, her fingers moved to the buttons of your pants, her touch slow, deliberate, building a palpable tension. She undid them, then moved to your bra, Her hands moved unhurriedly, every motion filling you with need as she unclasped it. Once you were almost naked, she turned her back to you, the click of the bedroom door locking filled the room.
She went to the nightstand, a drawer opening with a slight rasp. Abby emerged, holding a strap, its dark material catching the low light. She put it on, her movements deliberate, each click and buckle making you need her more. When it was secured, she turned back, her gaze fixed on you. She towered over you, aligning the tip with your entrance. Then, without a warning, she entered you with a hard thrust. A sharp, involuntary moan escaped your lips, quickly silenced by your hands. Abby's eyes narrowed. She pulled her hands away from your mouth, her eyes dark and intent. “I want to hear you scream,” she said, her voice tight with demand, intensifying her pace.
Each thrust made you moan louder, a desperate attempt to suppress the sound, you tried closing your legs, An attempt that couldn’t match her strength, but she squeezed your neck tightly, her thumbs pressing just enough to force your legs apart, holding them firm. your head fell back, a silent surrender, and Abby took advantage, her pace quickening, driving you faster and faster. All you could feel was her length inside you, Abby started to rub your clit to help you find your release, until, with a final, shuddering cry, you came.
In the aftermath, a gentleness returned.
Abby stayed with you, her touch soothing, her presence comforting. She cleaned you up, the warm water making you feel calm, leaving you feeling clean and vulnerable.
Then, she pulled you close, her arms felt soft, you fell asleep together in the quiet night.