↯ you told yourself you wouldn’t. every time you think you’re doing better. It’s like she knows. two weeks no contact, your longest. until she texts you, again. she knows you’ll come. you always do.
pairings — exgf!abby x exgf!reader
warnings — exes hooking up, illusions to reader being depressed, kissing, cursing, fingering (r receiving), strap sex (r receiving), abby is lowkey toxic, praise and degrading, talk of past arguments. not proofread (i hate reading my own work…) men dni!!
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🤍 . kinda inspired by “do i wanna know” by arctic monkeys
It was late when your phone buzzed, rain pattering against your bedroom window. you were nearly asleep, but your eyes opened at the vibrations. You rolled, pulling your phone off the charger. Your heart dropped when you saw the messages. Two texts from her.
Two weeks from the last time she messaged you. The last time you saw her. It ended messy, the last time you saw her. She kissed you, did some other things that you shouldn’t do with your ex. You told it was over— that sleeping together was a mistake. It made her mad, you argued and she kicked you out. Two weeks. Silence. Until tonight of course.
You truly didn’t wanna open the message, you’d been doing… well. Filling up your schedule with things to do, filling the empty space. That way, it was only hard when you lay down at night. In an empty bed.
Your thumb hovered over the notification, heart beating a little harder. You told yourself it was nothing. Maybe you forgot something and she wanted you to get it. Maybe a text sent to the wrong person. So you click it. Opening up to your messages. The message made your stomach clench.
Are you awake?
I miss you.
You didn’t know how to respond. You told yourself. No you promised yourself that you wouldn’t do this. Be that one girl that’s still intertwined with her ex. It didn’t take long for her to call you. Fucking read receipts. You hesitated to answer, fingers itching to click answer but mind telling you to go to sleep. Until you just did—
“Hello?”
Your voice was quiet, acting like you had whisper. You didn’t, you lived alone. Nobody else could hear you. Besides Abby clearly. “Hey. What’re you doing?” You missed her voice.
“Nothing.” Wrong answer. “I’m…just in bed.”
There’s a moment of shuffling on her end before she speaks. “Yeah.” She clears her throat. “You wanna come over?” She asks, almost casually. Like it’s that easy. You exhale a breath before speaking. “Abby—”She cuts you off. “You want too, I know you do.” She speaks.
“I’m not doing this.” You begin. You should’ve just hung up, but you continue. “It’s not healthy—” She cuts you off again.
“What was ever healthy about us?”
Good fucking question. It made you go quiet
“I miss my girl— yeah? I just wanna see you.” She almost sounded impatient. You didn’t speak, still staying quiet. Mind spinning. The truth was, you missed her too. Well, the good moments. And you did wanna see her. “Last time. I’ll leave you alone.” She says, voice a little lower. She did know how to get you.
“Okay. Last time..”
—
You should’ve known this is what she wanted.
Leaving your house and arriving here was a blur, but now your mind was even more fuzzy. The way her hands snaked under your shirt. The way she kissed your neck. You couldn’t even be too upset, cause you wanted it too.
“Missed my girl. You want me to show you how much I missed you? Yeah?”
You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. But you let her, you let her do whatever she wanted. You let her hands remove your top, you let them unclip your bra. You don’t protest as she kisses across your chest, leaving marks that you told yourself were unwanted.
You let her— even helped her slide down your bottoms, you craved her hands on your body, the way you shouldn’t. You pushed the feeling of guilt down when she pulled your panties aside, her fingers brushing over your clit. You let your eyes fall closed, trying to just forget this shitty situation. She climbed more on top of you, fingers rubbing a bit more firmly at your clit her own lips finding your jaw.
“Missed this so much baby, missed you.” Her words were quiet but not gentle. She drank up in the soft little whimpers that escaped your lips as her rough finger worked on your clit. For a few moments it stayed like that, kissing your body the way you liked— the way she knew you liked. She whisper words of praise, telling you how pretty you were. She didn’t warn you when she pushed two fingers inside your greedy hole, feel you clench around her digits gave her all the consent she needed.
“Oh— Abby—”
The words caught in your throat, dying into a soft moan. She bit back a chuckle, she knew it’d be this easy. To get you back. “Yeah? Fuckin’ squeezin’ my fingers baby.” She teases, breath hot against your neck. She works a little faster — rougher. Fingers sliding in and out at a faster and more eager pace. It makes you squirm. She could feel you getting close. It made you flush, how she could get you off embarrassingly quick. Your head tips back, noises growing louder. Higher. She knew.
“Yes— fuck yes!” She ate up those noises. Grin prominent on her lips as she kissed your neck. “There you go baby, I’m right here.” She purs.
When she feels you tense, mouth agape as a silent moan escapes your lips. She rides you through your high. Fingers moving with ease. She loves the way you tremble, or the way your hands reach for her big arms. “Perfect— my perfect girl.” She praises, just how she knows you love. It makes you wanna cry— cause you know what she’s doing. Once you do come down, she doesn’t give you time to think, pulling her fingers from you. When you open your eyes she’s digging in her bottom drawer of her beside table, pulling out her strap.
You watch her put it on, not saying anything for a moment. Once she’s situated, she moves to take your panties off entirely. “Abby—” you begin, but you don’t finish. She doesn’t say anything.
She looks at you, silently checking if you’re really gonna fight her. You don’t, you want to. You want to not want this as bad as you do. You feel embarrassed under her gaze, pathetic. “I’m ready.” You murmur, instead of fighting it. Cause you know you want. You miss the smirk that falls onto her lips. “Yeah? On your knees baby.”
You exhale a breath, almost grateful that she at least won’t have to see your face. You do as you’re told, flipping your body onto your knees. It was a little humiliating, she watched you. Ass up in the air.
Then you felt it, thick tip pushed against your hole. Your eyes close as you feel her push in, stretching. It had been a minute since you’d taken her strap. Or anything at all. She was calm, letting you feel all eight inches as she pushed in agonizingly slow. You let out a moan once she finally got all the way in, barely audible. Her hands find your hips, she doesn’t give you much time to adjust before she pulls out— almost all the way before slamming back in. “Fuck—” Your face pushed into the pillow, groaning slightly. She wasn’t tender, she fucked you roughly.
Icky sounds filled the room, your shameless moans. The sound of your ass hitting the base of the strap. Abby’s hands gripped your hips so hard they would surely leave bruises. She wanted to leave bruises. “So fucking greedy.” She bites out, chuckle escaping her lips. She loved the way you got all dumb, blabbing some fucking nonsense and all whiny on her dick. “Always a slut for a it, huh?” She actually laughs. “I know baby, I know.” She purs.
Her hands pulled you back, having you meet her thrusts halfway. It was truly a sight. Your hair all messy, face all flushed and all fucked out. Embarrassing. Abby was just loving it.
“Abby— Abby fuck!” The moans escaped your lips, body glowing in a light sweat. “Shit— Abby yes!” Your eyes squeezed shut.
“Keep talking baby— tell me how good It feels.”
A pleasure filled cry escapes your lips, thoughts all jumbled as you try to try— really try, to push out a sentence. “So— so good, fuck—” You really couldn’t be bothered to think anymore. Guilt filled thoughts slipping your mind.
“M’gonna— Abby!”
She grins, leanings forward to plant kisses on your shoulder. “I know, fuck baby. You can cum.” She whispers against your ear. She keeps her pace when’s she feels you tense once again, trembling more violently than last time. “Shit baby.” She groans. Just at the sight of you. Soon, you grow overwhelmed. Body going jelly and collapsing against the bed. You’re breathing heavy. Abby’s thrusts slow once you come down, juices all over her strap. She stills for a moment before pulling out, the loss of contact making you whine.
She takes off the strap, tossing it aside. She looks at you, now half awake, still regaining consciousness.
She doesn’t even bother asking for you to return the favor. Cause this was enough. It was enough knowing that she was still in the loop. That you were still really hers.
— hey guys, sorry i’ve been gone. but i think im back ?? please lmk for any spelling errors or if i missed anything in the tw
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