black ppl make aave or aave related joke > use aave with the community > we r all having fun > white and nonblack ppl find it > they start using it wrong and throwing it into random sentences > it gets bastardized and used as if itâs just a random Funnysound in a sentence > within a month people are mocking and attacking black people for âstillâ using aave that is now deemed corny meme speech > the cycle repeats
âĄâËăââââă1.8k . dbf!abby x femme!reader . voice kink , large age gap ê°Â a!40s -> r!20s ê±, dirty talking , phone sex , dom!abby , she is a little mean sometimes ahh but she's so fine , super needy reader , abby's not serious abt anything so unrequited love kinda , we've been thru this before she's taller than u no matter what in all my fics , mention of parents being divorced , everyone is pretty well off financially in this au , college student reader , barely mentioned but reader's a ballerina in this au , pet names & babying . minors do not interact >:( reblogs 'n comments greatly appreciated <3
đđđđđ'đ  đđđđ  . . .  ౚà§Â ăabby anderson :( so i had 2 write this because abby anderson :// sorryyyy. i had to !!! abby anderson !!! and yea also inspired by the lana song <3
tell me all about the things you and i will never do.
you arrived home for the summer only to find that your pa's weekend hobbies have changed since you leftâfor the better, you will acknowledge! no more acting like a hermit since the divorce, instead he's out there with a new group of friends he met while golfing.
you kept to yourself if they came round to the house, and it didn't surprise nor upset your father. he left you to your own devices, you're an adult now, not his little girl no more. that's why it took so long to meet abby, though your father often spoke highly of her in your presence.
she's nothing like you thoughtâgah, couldn't he have warned you she was perfection incarnate? you might have been able to preserve some of your dignity then. you wouldn't have stood there, floundering and fiddling with the hem of your skirt, while your pa bragged about your academic achievements to her.
totally. fucking. silent.
looking back on it, you can't remember if you were breathing in that moment.
how is one to react to abigail anderson? it can't just be you who feels so overwhelmed around her, unsure where to look. shiny blonde hair, biceps bigger than your head, and cute crow's feet developing around her baby blue eyesâshe's experienced a life much longer than yours, clearly filled with joy.
the disney movies don't lie, love at first sight is true.
and it's lethal. feels like it, anyway.
abby made a comment about your apparent shyness, and your pa brushed it off by telling her you were always a sensitive and tender-hearted person. by that point, all you'd been able to do was wave in her direction, but your dad asked you to fetch a couple of beers for the two of them, a way to relax after some hard work around the house.
so you did, and in the process, abby's fingers brushed your hand. her hands dwarfed yours, and your face filled with warmth. even in your dreams, her hands on your body could make you cry.
since that day you have been acting a little dumbly, walking through life in this trance where the only name on the tip of your tongue is abby.
what might she be impressed by seeing you wear? you guess, and that's what you'll wear when she's coming over. what would abby like for dinner when she's over? she complimented your penne alla vodka, so you tend to make that often, omitting the fact that you stole the recipe from gigi hadid.
at your father's birthday party, things grew exhausting for you fairly fast. lots of socialising, lots of noise, although he and his buddies stayed outside for most of the night. your fondest memory from the night was waking up to abby sliding her hand under your knees and the other around your back, scooping you up from the couch where you'd fallen asleep.
it was so pleasant. you pretended you were still asleep while she carried you down the hallway and laid you into bed, but that was as far as it had gone. no kiss on your forehead or murmured well wishes; she just flicked the light off and the door clicked shut behind her. still, you listened for her footsteps to fade away before squealing.
you know now that her skin smells like pine and she's as gentle with touching you as you hoped.
abby's best attribute in your opinion, aside from the obvious, has to be her voice.
there's something deeply enticing about her voice. naturally sultry, mature. it's wired to make your legs want to open every time she speaks.
not to mention, the things she says.
why is it that abby refers to you so tenderly? why, in a group full of people who call you 'kiddo' and 'missy', does abby call you 'sweetheart'? it does things to you. you kind of hope she knows.
but if she does know what it does to youâwhat does that mean? should you be embarrassed?
there are many reasons to try and tempt abby anderson. you try your hardest, though you don't want to be shameless or lasciviousâthere's a line, and you're just toeing it. it's summer! you can relax in itty bitty bikinis and cardigans all day, doesn't matter if the days you choose happen to be only the days abby's over.
and if you walk around in just your leotard for a few hours too long after ballet in the morning? as far as abby knows, you're just planning to practise a little more in the afternoon. but she looks, she sees you, and that's all you care for.
physical strength is obvious. you once dreamt that she heroically rescued you from beneath a heavy car. anyone can see it in her body, she is mighty. but mentally, abby is much stronger than you realise.
because little do you realise, resisting you takes power. and abby's done well so far.
she would be foolish to not realise how much you want her. you're sickeningly attracted to her, and she can't rock the boat too hard. this is her buddy's daughter, young enough to be her own, but you have such a sweet need for her validation.
eh, it just . . . shocked her, a little bit, when she realised it went deeper than that.
the slightest hitch or change of inflection of her voice was powerful enough to turn you on, and she knew this because she'd catch you rubbing your thighs together often. even in a mundane conversation.
but abby doesn't get it, she doesn't understand how sultry her voice is. she doesn't understand how easy it is for you to imagine being under her, her hand delicately tracing the waistband of your panties . . .
that's why, when you're on the phone with her, you sound deeply worked up.
resisting only worked for so long, and now abby's lost her willpower. she gave in, she called you. she played it off at first. told you she hadn't heard from your pa, and the two had plans at the yacht club later. you both chuckled at him being 'so difficult to reach sometimes', even though she was lying through her teeth.
"you alright, sweetheart?"
"yes, yes, i'm fine," you respond quickly.
"you sound funny. you're nervous." maybe she's testing the waters. but it briefly wakes you from your trance. "is that because of me, doll?"
"ah . . ." heat pools in your tummy and settles down low, down in between your legs, immediately. doll. doll. "a little bit. i respect you a lot."
"you're the sweetest," abby replies, a smile in her tone. you lean back against some pillows, trying not to focus on the growing ache. "i noticed your admiration. it's special."
"admiration . . ?" you take a soft breath, and abby hears it hitch.
"mm. you come say hi, that's more than you'll do for the others, huh?" abby teases. "i think you like me a lot, am i wrong? y'know i see you getting squirmy when i'm around?"
"ohâ oh. no. that's not . . . "
"it's not what? squirmy? you mean to tell me you rubbing your pretty thighs together when i talk is all in my imagination?"
you sit in silence for a moment, noticing how you do just that without meaning to; rubbing your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing in your panties. fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, gotta touch.
"is it real?" abby asks, her voice quieter, softer. "or do i just imagine that? hm?"
"s'real," you confirm. it feels wrong to do, but you need this. you rub over your panties, right over your clit.
"it is. and it's fucking cute," she says. you push the phone closer to your ear, just as she continues, "what're you thinking, when you do that? you imagine me doing things?"
as much as you want to keep quiet, shyness overtaking you, you have to speak up. "yes."
"so do i," abby admits. it makes your jaw drop in surprise. "i shouldn't, but i do."
it's impossible to resist now, for you too. your hand slides beneath your panties and you circle your clit, muffling a shaky breath with your free hand.
"you don't have any woman that treats you right, do you?" she asks gently. "never got involved with any of those scummy girls at school?"
"no, i haven't, they're intimidating," you answer. in your mind, getting with any of those girls at college is just asking for a situationship. they couldn't take you seriously like someone like abby could.
"mm, well, don't. they only want one thing, sweetheart." she laughs, then murmurs, "believe me, i would know. i was one of them. isn't that funny? but now i know how to love on a good girl like you. so when i touch you, you'll feel safe."
"i do feel safe with you," you rattle off quickly, still slowly working your fingers around your clit. you need a little bit more still, so you try to pry. "howâ how will you touch me?"
"oh, that's a big question, doll." abby hums in thought. "i think i'd like to hold you on my lap and work my way down your body, just take my time with you before i fuck you . . . is that nice to think about?"
"yes, mmâ goddd." you seal your mouth shut after letting out such a breathy whimper, and unfortunately, the phone caught everything.
"are you fucking touching yourself right now, hm?"
you drop your hand onto the mattress instantly, eyes wide at the wall. "whâ no, no, no i'm not. gosh . . . that'd just beâ"
"it'd just be wrong, wouldn't it? slutty," abby chides. "are you telling the truth?"
you hesitate, wiping your slick fingers against the linen of your bed. "no," you murmur. "i . . . it felt good."
"well, i hope you've stopped now, yeah, sweet girl? that's naughty. what would everyone say?"
you resort to rubbing your thighs together again, hand clenching into a fist. "i did stop."
"good girl," abby praises. "need you to wait until i'm the one touching you. i can do it better than you can."
is this really happening? you bite down on your lower lip, holding back some stupid moan at her words, her voice, her power. she's being condescending, but it's part of the appeal, part of what makes you so submissive to her. "you think you can?"
down the line you hear a rich chuckle and your thighs quiver yet again, but it's these words that have the most electric effect on you; "of course i can, my sweet girl. better than you, better than those girls at college. i'll make that pussy mine."
"mm-mmmmhh." your face fills with warmth out of embarrassment, sweet and shy moans flying out of your lips as you squeeze your legs together, hips bucking.
abby's quiet for a moment after, too. "did you just come?"
it may have been on the smaller side, but that was, no doubt, an orgasm. untouched.
"yes, iâ but i wasn't t-touching. you just did that."
"i did that?" abby repeats, and you can hear the winning smile in her voice. "see, dolly, i think that pussy's already mine, isn't she?"
Haii do you think you can write about reader who has a really low libido and it takes her so much time to cum and get wet (+sheâs a pillow princess) and she just feels so bad about it because gf Ellie really wants to make her feel good but reader is just really not responsive so she feels really useless in bed
âżÖ៏My Beautiful Girl âżÖ៏ {E.W}
summary: itâs takes more time for you to cum than others, you feel useless and not enough for ellie, but she reminds you that she loves you regardless of that
word count: 640
cw: soft sexual content, fluffy
àł angelâs note!đïž~ AHHH i absolutely loved writing this, thanks for requesting it!!!!
the bedroom glows amber in the lamplight, and ellieâs looking at you like you're made of something precious. you can feel the familiar knot forming in your chest, that anxious tangle of âwhat if I can't and what if she gets tired of waiting and what if I'm not enough.â
"hey," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "whereâd you go?"
you try to smile, but it wobbles at the edges. "iâm here."
"no, you're not." her thumb traces the curve of your cheek, feather-light. "youâre somewhere in your head, worrying about things that don't matter to me."
the thing is, your body has never been quick to respond. It takes time, so much time, and even then, there's no guarantee. youâve read all the articles, tried all the tricks, but sometimes you just feel like a pillow princess who can't even enjoy being treated like royalty. and ellie deserves someone who melts at her touch, who gasps and arches and makes her feel wanted in return.
"i justâ" you start, but she's already kissing you, soft as cotton candy dissolving on your tongue.
"shh," she breathes against your lips. "no pressure tonight. no goals. i just want to touch you because i love touching you. is that okay?"
you nod, throat tight with something that might be relief or might be the beginning of tears.
her hands move like poetry, slow, deliberate, writing verses across your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, across the landscape of your stomach. sheâs not rushing toward anything. sheâs just... exploring. appreciating. her lips follow the path her fingers make, pressing constellations of kisses into your skin.
"youâre so soft," she murmurs, almost to herself. "feels like iâm touching clouds."
itâs ridiculous and whimsical and so perfectly ellie that you actually laugh, some of the tension unspooling from your shoulders.
"there she is," ellie grins up at you, eyes crinkling with delight. "thereâs my girl."
when her hand slides between your thighs, there's no urgency in it. just curiosity. tenderness. she touches you like she's learning a new language, patient with every syllable. and maybe it's because she's not expecting anything, or maybe it's because her other hand is laced with yours, or maybe it's just that love feels different than performance, but something in you begins to unfurl.
"thatâs it," she whispers, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. "just feel. donât think. just be here with me."
her fingers move in gentle circles, a rhythm like waves lapping at shore. thereâs no countdown, no finish line. just this: her breath warm against your neck, her body pressed close to yours, the soft sounds she makes when you sigh or shift or squeeze her hand.
time becomes honey-thick and golden. you stop counting minutes, stop monitoring your body's responses like a scientist with a clipboard. instead, you sink into the sensation of being cherished, of hands that touch you not to prove anything, but simply because they want to know you.
when pleasure finally builds, it's not a race or a performance. It's a sunrise, slow, inevitable, painting everything in shades of rose and gold. ellie feels the change in your breathing and makes a sound of pure joy, like she's witnessing something miraculous.
"iâve got you," she promises. "take all the time you need. iâm not going anywhere."
and when you finally crest that gentle wave, it's not explosive or earth-shattering. itâs soft. warm. like coming home to a house where all the lights are on and someone's been waiting for you with patient, open arms.
afterward, she holds you close, pressing kisses into your hair. "see?" she whispers. "youâre perfect exactly as you are. my perfect, beautiful girl."
you believe her. for the first time in a long time, you actually believe her.
summary: sevika and you have been broken up for a month, though deep down, you knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. when someone else hits on sevika in front of you, you decide that being apart just isn't going to work.
tags: established relationship with sevika, ex girlfriend! sevika, possessive reader, jealous reader, power bottom! reader x service top! sevika, sevika lowkey ragebaits reader, reader is a little mean, strap usage, face riding, hair pulling, biting, back scratching, angst if you squint, comfort and cuddling after sex
notes: i know this isn't the cowboy part two you guys were waiting for, its in progress i promise... im ovulating and tumblr just has to deal with it. thank you to @massiveragingdyke for not making me feel like a nutcase and reading through this fic (she listens and she doesnt judge)... anyway, hope you guys like my ever-perverted lesbian fanfic! love all of you!
for about one month, you and sevika had been strangers.
despite this, it was impossible to escape her for so many reasons. the first reason was that you simply heard her name from everyone. sevika wasn't a small figure in the undercity and you'd known that when you first met her. however, it'd proven to be a significant downside to cutting her off. all you seem to hear is the dangerous tasks zaun's scary lady had performed.
the second reason is because figuratively, you'd find her everywhere. in your home, strands of her hair are still scattered about. sometimes, you'll catch a wisp of her smell, and it'll take you back to a time where things were good between you two. thing had ended badly between you, and all you can think about is how and why things ended the way it did.
both of you are stubborn, too stubborn to be able to reach out to each other first. so, for two months, you haven't spoken. occasionally, you'll see her, walking past each other on the street or seeing her at the last drop. part of you suspects that you'll speak againâ this entire time, its been a sick and twisted game of who's going to cave in first. you solemnly swear it won't be you, you're not going to fall for this shit.
but really, its tearing you up inside. sevika is fucking gorgeous, and she knows it too. there has to be so many women interested, knowing that she's gotten rid of you. its probably spread like wildfire, and it only makes you wonder why she hasn't gotten with anyone else yet. everyone knows that she could have if she wanted to.
why doesn't she?
tonight, you sit at the bar by yourself, alone on a saturday night with no company but a glass of bourbon. when your lips press to the glass as you take a sip, you relish in the warm, burning feeling the bourbon provides as it travels down your stomach. this was going to be a long night. back turned to the dj, you try to block out the flashing lights. they hurt your eyes.
for a moment, your eyes instinctively move, trailing over to a moving figure. you make eye contact with sevika, who's sitting at the opposite side of the bar as you. her eyes linger as long as yours do, and she's looking at you the same way you're looking at her. finally, you pry your eyes away, returning them back to your glass of bourbon.
don't fold, you urge yourself. all you want is for her to talk to you. is that such a hard thing for her to do? deep down, you know that she's thinking the same thing, which is why this is making things so difficult. its repetitive, and quite frankly, absolutely exhausting.
suddenly, a voice catches your attention. "hey," the woman takes a seat next to sevika, and you can feel your head pounding. "a little strange that you're alone on a friday night, hmm?"
you're going to rip your eyeballs out. both of them. and then, you're going to throw one at that girl, and one at sevika. "not really." sevika's reply is monotone, absolutely no enthusiasm in her voice.
"and why not?" the woman replies. you're trying so hard not to look, but in your peripheral vision, you can see her running her fingers down sevika's arm.
sevika replies flatly. "because i kill people for a living." the woman opens her mouth to speak again, but sevika interrupts her. "best you leave now, doll." although its clear that whoever was flirting with her wanted to argue, she gives up without much fight.
she called that woman doll. you're going to lose your mind.
hands shaking, you try so hard to focus on the bourbon. you can't give in first. she's being immature. she's the one who started this whole thing, she should have to make up for it. this was her fault in the first place.
you are weak and pathetic. practically storming over, you grab her by the wrist and drag her out of the last drop. she doesn't resist. once you get outside, you turn to look up at her. "are you doing this shit on purpose?" you berate her. "ignoring me and then getting hit on by other people to irritate me?"
raising an eyebrow at you, sevika doesn't seem to sense an issue. "i didn't reciprocate."
"you called her doll," you retort.
"and?" sevika baits, and you can feel your heart pounding out of your chest. what are you supposed to say? that's something that she's only supposed to call you?
"you are an asshole, sevika. a fuckingâ a piece of shit!" you spit, your mouth quivering from pure anger. beneath your eye is twitching; she knew how to reach a nerve that no one else could.
sevika almost sounds smug as she replies, but keeps her face neutral. "then why did you drag me outside the bar?" both of your hands shake as they reach forward, holding each sides of sevika's jaw to pull her forward. your lips collide with hers with anger and pure lust. without skipping a beat, sevika's hands hold onto your waist, pulling your body against hers. your mouth moves against hers roughly, your tongue prevailing over hers. when you finally break away to catch your breath, she just has to open her mouth again. "knew you'd be back," she mutters, lips pressing against your jawline. "couldn't stay away?"
"shut your fucking mouth," you reply, chest moving up and down in rapid breaths. fuck, do her lips feel good against you.
"you seem a little angry," she taunts. "something wrong?"
you gently shove her head away from your jawline. "you're lucky i don'tâ" taking a deep breath, you try not to fall for her bait. "your place. now."
"does the princess want me to carry her?" sevika raises an eyebrow.
eyebrows furrowing, you feel inclined to chew her out again. "just come on," you mutter again, grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her along. you were very, very lucky that she lives nearby; if she hadn't, you're half convinced the two of you would've shagged in the alleyway. once you reach her familiar door, you open it up, and she shuts the door behind you. without a second to waste, her back is pushed up against the door, and your lips are on hers again. once your tongue presses against hers again, sevika's hands come to your waist, and she lifts you against her, your legs wrapping her hips. fingers intertwined in her hair, all you can focus on is how it finally feels to have her lips against your again. when you pull your face away, she lays you onto the bed gently, crawling onto it with you.
"wait," you pant quietly. "hell, sevika, couldn't youâ" huffing, you try to catch your breath. "let me take my shoes off. you've got your dirty ass boots on the bedâŠ" sitting up, you toss your shoes off, as well as your pants and shirt. they are ungraciously tossed onto the floor, where you presume you'll have to tiredly pick them up from later.
sevika scoffs, mirroring your actions. her shoes, pants, and shirt are tossed right beside yours. "didn't have much time before you started to seduce me," she replies. "that desperate, i see. don't think i didn't notice the way you were looking at me before."
turning back to her on the bed, you manuever her onto her back, straddling her. with your face hovering over hers, you reply. "you've been mine for three years, sevika," you tell her, and her hands gently come up to hold your waist. "and you think that i'm just going to let that go?"
"felt like it," she replied, her tone catty.
again, she just has a way of grating on your nerves. "well i wasn't," you retort. "why didn't you talk to me first, huh? why couldn't you just reach out?"
beneath you, she shrugs. "i wanted to know you still wanted me."
"oh, so you just want to be chased? is that it? just forget how i'm feeling, i guess. everyone wants you. you know that." you retort.
"not the way you do," sevika mutters. for a moment, it goes silent between you two as you take in her expression. she's going to send you into cardiac arrest with how angry she makes you. lips pressing into hers again, your fingers tangle through her hair, tugging as you kiss her roughly. sevika's hands hold onto your waist gently, guiding your hips to grind against her thigh. "you that desperate for it?" she mutters as she pulls away.
glaring down at her, your fingers remain in her hair. "i haven't been with anyone for a month. not because i can't get anyone, because i don't want anyone else. i don't want anyone but you. i haven't had sex in a month, sevika. consider yourself lucky i haven't ravaged you already."
"lucky isn't a word i'd use when i'm with you," sevika responds, raising an eyebrow.
again, your eye twitches. "take your fucking pants off and get your strap on."
"yes ma'am." sevika doesn't even waste a second, and you know that she's doing this to rile you up. being mean to her seems to turn her on, and when she's such an asshole to you, she makes it pretty easy. reaching into her nightstand, she pulls out the harness and attachment, slipping them onto herself quickly.
instinctively, she presses another kiss to your lips, crawling over you. a quiet moan escapes you as her hand gently massages your breast. quickly, your hand grabs onto her shoulder, and you flip her over and onto her back. "do you know how much i've been thinking about you?" you scowl. "a whole month without youâ" sevika's thumb circles your clit, her middle and index finger making sure you're wet enough to take the strap bare. despite the way you're gushing, sevika knows its better to be safe. without taking her eyes off you, she grabs the bottle of lube from the night stand and squeezes some onto her hand. grabbing that same hand, you take the lube from her instead, using it to pump the strap. "you passed me on the streets and in the bar, and you didn't say a word to me. not a fucking word." chest pressing against hers, your mouth presses against hers again, and you moan into the kiss as you feel her fingers against your clit.
grabbing her wrist, you peel her hand away from your needy clit, despite how much you want it. you're not letting her get away with it this time. "you're an asshole, sevika," you practically whine, pulling your body back up. her hands never leave your waist, gently stroking up and down to make sure you know she's here. using your hand for assistance, you allow the strap to penetrate your weeping slit, and your eyes clench shut. "i've missed you so fucking much, and you wouldn't even talk to meâ" your hips move against hers, fast and hard.
sevika is in absolute awe, watching you move on her. "don't think i haven't been thinking about you," sevika tells you. "if you'd have stopped moping and just talked to me, we wouldn't have been apart for so long." a shaky breath escapes her. "shit. you're gonna snap the damn thing off."
tears build up in your eyes; you need her more. "are you gonna lay there like a dead fish or are you going to fuck me, sevika?" you groan, hands pressed against her shoulders for stability.
a quiet laugh escapes sevika, her hands on your thighs. "thought you could do it yourself," she comments. "seems like you've been doing well so far."
"did you not hear what i said?" you snap. her arm wraps your neck gently, pulling you down onto her so that your chest is pressed against hers again. lifting her hips, sevika begins to thrust against you. a cry escapes you, and your finger dig into her scalp. a tear slips down your cheek as you move against her. "mmn, fuâ" your words are interrupted as you whine. "harder, sevika!"
sevika's arms are wrapped around your back tight, hugging you as her strap pounds against you. absolutely filthy sounds of the dildo slapping against your skin fill the air, along with your lewd moans and cries. "i know, baby. i know what you want."
"don't fucking sweet talk me," you retort, and she responds with gentlenessâ and deeper thrusts. "shitâ if you know what i want, then give it to me, sevika." her lip presses against your temple, and you don't even feel as she removes her mechanical arm until it slips beneath you. fuck, you forgot about that. the vibrations of her mechanical arm nearly gives you whiplash with the way your body responds. a guttural moan escapes from your throat, and your hips tremble as they bounce on her strap. "just like that," you whimper. "mmfnâŠ". thighs beginning to tremble, your vision nearly goes white.
this isn't what you need. taking nearly all the willpower in your body, you pull her mech-hand away, and slip the strap out of you. her head had been propper up on the pillow before, but that was about to change. "lay down," your voice is shaking, but somehow, your demanding tone remains.
nodding quickly, sevika lays down fully, aware of what's to come. without wasting a second, you crawl over her, your thighs straddling her face. her hands, slightly soiled from your slick, gently hold your waist again. "i've missed you," she tells you.
"eat. now," you scowl.
a smirk relays on sevika's face. "yes ma'am." pulling you down onto her mouth, she laps at your pussy like she hasn't been fed in months. when you'd first met sevika, you'd been nearly afraid to sit on her face out of fear that you'd somehow hurt her. but now? you're grinding and humping against her face; if she died, at least she'd experience heaven before she ever reached the place. you tug at her hair once more, letting out moans of relief and frustration. you've been needing this so, so badly.
you missed her. even despite as mean as you're being to her, you missed this. her tongue thrusts into you, hitting the spot that she knows like the back of her hand. she knows what you want, she always has. another hot streak of tears run down your face as you feel your thighs tremble and your abdomen tighten. "don't stop," you beg her. "sevika, pleaseâŠ" her arms move to hug your thighs, and you let out a guttural whine as she removes you from her face. "what the fuck?" it nearly felt like a sob. "sevika, just--"
"ask me nicely," sevika baits again. "you've been mean to me this entire time. you think i'll just give you what you want?" she maneuvers you off of her face, and you sit beside her, angry and panting.
"yes," you scowl. "you've been mean. you've been an asshole to me, before we broke up and now. you're going to give me what i want, sevika. do you even want this?"
a smirk tugs at sevika's lips. she's so fucking infuriating. "you know i do. just want you to use your words inside of whining incoherently."
laying down on the bed, you tug sevika over you. in response, she braces her arms over you, not wanting to crush you. switching to just her mech arm, she rubs the tip of the silicone against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "if you don't let me come, i'm leaving," you scowl, a frustrated moan mixed into your anger. "fuck me like you used to. when you actually cared about how i felt."
sevika huffs quietly, slipping the length of the strap into your constricting walls. you're sure she's relishing in the way you're writhing beneath her. "i've always cared about you," she contends. your head falls to the side, your eyebrows furrowing shut as you adjust to the length again. you're so sensitive already, your walls clenching against the silicone inside of you. you need her to move. sevika presses a kiss to your jaw. "want to see how much i still care?"
you need to tell her off again. desperately. "just fucking move, sevika." an embarrassingly needy noise escapes you. "now. please."
slamming her hips forward, you cry out as sevika thrusts against your sensitive spots. both her arms brace over you, her lips hurried to meet yours once again. your moans are swallowed by her lips, arms wrapping her back. quickly, your arms fall to her sides as your nails dig into her back. "fuck, harder sevika-- mm--!" your thighs hug sevika's waist, allowing her to bury her hips deeper against your pelvis. every time she rolls her hips against yours, your vision gradually becomes whiter and whiter. "sevika," you cry her name in a tone she knows all too well. head buried into the crook of her neck, your thighs tremble as the stimulation become too much for you. body shaking, your teeth sink into sevika's neck as you muffle your moaning.
when sevika carefully pulls the strap out, she's sure to avoid overstimulating you. she ducks her head between your thighs, gently licking you clean; momentarily, your hips twitch as you feel her tongue part your folds, but it only curls in order to pull all of your release out.
fuck, you're exhausted. lightheaded, you lay down beside her, your chest heaving. "you're still," you mumble, your eyes shut. sevika wipes her face with her wrist, moving your cum towards her mouth instead of away. she takes every last drop in her mouth. "a jerk." sevika removes the strap and harness, tossing it onto the floor. that could be cleaned tomorrow, she decides.
sighing, she lays beside you, her lips pressing against your temple as her arm wraps your waist. "i know. but you are too."
rolling your eyes, you retort back, despite your exhaustion. "yeah, but it turns you on. it doesn't turn me on when you ignore me for a month and don't reach out."
"i wasn't ignoring you," sevika replies, and you turn to face her now. "i was being serious about what i said. i thought you wanted to leave for good. i didn't want to approach you first because i wasn't sure you still wanted me."
as you look at her, all you can see is how genuine she looks. "you know that i do," you murmur, and she presses her lips to yours once more. she seems comforted by your reassurance. when you pull away, your hand holds onto her cheek. "but if you call another woman doll again, i'll seriously leave you for good. and i'll take the strap with me so you can't have anyone ese."
"fuck, you're dramatic," sevika grumbles. "had to ruin a good moment, didn't you?" her fingers gently stroke your cheek, her gaze attentive. "you were right. i did do it on purpose. i didn't know how else to get you to talk to me." she pauses. "i paid her five dollars."
"that's all i'm worth you you?" you scoff. asshole. "well, it worked. you got what you wanted." sevika maneuvers you onto her chest, and you press your head against the crook of her neck, your eyes falling shut. "jerk." a quiet laugh escapes her lips, and now you're left with not the aftermath of a desperate hook-up, but the fact that you've gotten sevika back, likely for good. as her fingers gently rub comforting circles on your back, you sigh quietly, comforted by the quiet message it sends: i'm here, and i'm staying.
summary : u ask gf!ellie those tt rage bait questions heaadcanonss(??)
a/n : lowkey pulled ts outta my ass + first post!!!!
â§âËâ signed e.w. àŒâ§âË.
àšà§ - ellie would already be suspicious of your antics. you and her sitting infront of your phone camera while you ask her questions? totally weird. even with that knowledge she totally still plays along with it.
àšà§ - by the time you even press the record button, she's already laughing, spouting shit about how stupid this is gonna be. you definitely had to reset the video at least 3 times before she kept her mouth shut.
àšà§ - the first question you ask her is, "if i had a twin who looked exactly like me, would you be attracted to her?" she would reply with a "yeah, duh." you would reprimand her or something, and she would raise her hands and try to explain herself but fail miserably.
àšà§ - ellie would say something like, "okay, but c'mon, look exactly like you? no shit, I'd be attracted to her." you would laugh and say, "but she doesn't have my personality!" you two yap about that for the first 2 minutes of the video.
àšà§ - second question. "would you kiss me for 10 dollars or someone else for 10 million?" she would pause for a bit and say, "you, but, like, 10 million...?" you would hit her shoulder, and you two would both laugh.
àšà§ - "do you love me because I'm pretty or do you think I'm pretty because you love me?" the third question barely leaves your mouth when she says "both". she would pause for a bit, then say, "because like you're attractive, and I love you." you'd giggle but find it pretty weirdly endearing...?
àšà§ - that one question catches you off guard for the rest of the video, honestly.
àšà§ - finally the fourth and final question. there were definitely more on tiktok but you couldn't be bothered to search for a tonne of them. "would you rather have never met me or cheat on me right now?" she would groan, "that questions stupid. cheat on you." you would give her an exaggerated gasp, "so you're saying you'd cheat on me?" she rolls her eyes. "well, you're not giving me the best options here." you copy her and roll your eyes back at her.
àšà§ - eventually, just as the video is reaching 9 minutes, you tell her that you were just tryna rage bait her. "oh my god, I knew something was up!" she would groan again, for like the 6-7th time in this video? "I knew it; that's why I could literally never win with the questionsâ" she would go on and on till the ten minutes were up, so i'd say the rage baiting was successful.
Hiii!!!! Love your writing so much â€ïž I have a simple request. If you havenât written anything like this, could you right something with dom g!p sevika x younger readerâŠand itâs sevika getting the reader to squirt for the first timeđ
đ„» Ś Ś KNOCK ME UP ! Ś Ś đ€
tags : age gap , squirting , dom!sevika , car sex , g!p sevika , mention of breeding and knocking up , praise kink
a/n : thank u for the idea @sevikascumslut !! đ«¶đ»đ
Dadâs best friend!Sevika was truly insatiable.
You knew it was wrong and your dad would practically kill you if he ever were to find out but when you turned the music on in Sevikaâs carâ which by the way she was only supposed to pick you up from college inâ the playlist shuffled to something sensual.
The air was tense. You didnât want to make it seem like you were getting ideas because Sevika didnât change the song on the radio either. She just went on with it. One glance turned to two and thatâs when you finally whispered, âthis isnât right, Vika.â
She grunted in response, left hand going to grab your thigh and trace idle patterns there as she continued drivingâ suddenly laser-focused on the road. You sighed softly and placed both hands on her easily bigger one.
âWe have to stop this. Dad wouldnât want this.â
Sevika parked the car suddenly, it almost made you lurch forward if it werenât for the seatbelt securing you in place. You stared at her, waiting for a response.
She finally spoke, âI just want you to realise I donât care whatever obstacle comes between us, even if thatâs my best friend, or your dad⊠the same person who we both care forâ but really, sugar, Iâm not giving up on this.â
âSevika⊠youâre irrationally sweet.â
For a while, none of the both of you spoke and just enjoyed each othersâ companyâ staring into each othersâ eyes as the song served as background music. Your hand grabbed at her jacket, you tugged, she chuckled. Her hand in your hair, yours on her chestâ you kissed herâ wet, sloppy and needy as you felt her hand travelling down slowly to cup one breast through the fabric of your dress.
âYou always dress so pretty to college?â
You giggled at that, nodded and whispered, âbackseat?â
Sevika smirked. âFuck yeah.â
You both scrambled to the back seat, you tugged your dress down, leaving yourself in your underwear only as Sevika unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her shirt. You sighed softly as you took in the appearance of the other woman who was surely much older than you. Gosh, she was in her late forties⊠and you were in your twenties.
It was a controversial age gap, and although you both hadnât exactly been on too many dates outside under her sun and allâ you knew if you stepped on these roads with a woman who looked your dadâs age and was your dadâs ageâ youâd get a lot of judgemental looks, and comments. You werenât ready for thatâ not for the sake of your own mental health. For Sevikaâs. The womanâs resolve was crafted with steelâ or at least she made it out to be the case⊠however, you knew that you just needed to give her a chance to be softer.
âYou okay?â Sevika grazed her knuckle to the side of your face.
You smiled, nodding.
âCome here.â You held her by the waist, tugging her closer. âYouâre throbbing.â
You whispered when you glanced down to see her huge length, tip flushed and leaky. It throbbed under your electric gaze.
âI need to be in you.â
She grabbed your hips and pulled you up, knocking you off balance. You caught yourself, elbows against the back seats.
âOh my, youâre excited.â You teased.
Sevika just grunted before she thrusted herself inside. She was big, her shaft girthy and sensitive inside. She started movingâ hips pistoning mechanically from the sheer need of being inside youâ as if she wasnât already.
âFuck, youâre squeezing me so tight, honey.â
âI just missed you being in me. Youâre hugeâŠâ
âYeah?â
Sevika pressed her hand down on your abdomen, smirking when you whined and squirmed. The feeling of being so full you could feel it when she rubbed you. Your eyes closed in delight.
âOh, Sevika⊠ohhhâŠâ
âThatâs my pretty girl.â She tucked your hair back, your forehead beading with sweat as she pounded inside.
âYouâ youâre not even⊠wearing protectionâŠâ
âThought you were on the pill.â
Sevika joked, her fingers finding the curve of your breast which she kneaded and moaned at the softness alone. She leaned down and bit the nipple.
âFuck.â You moaned, legs locking around her hips, then whispered, âyouâre gonna knock me up, huh?â
âYou want that? Carryinâ your dadâs best friendâs kid?â Sevika slammed herself deeper, her tip kissing your cervix.
Your eyes watered. âDo it if you fucking dare.â
Sevika knew that tone. The kind that was used to provoke her in this kind of a settingâ not entirely a wish, a suggestion for later, nothing entirely serious. So she gave you the hope, she fucked you as if sheâd get you pregnant and bottomed out with deep thrusts until suddenlyâ
A spray of your release hit her abs. Your breath hitched. For a second, you thought you peed yourself.
âFuckinâ squirted.â Sevika murmured under her breath, resuming her thrusts.
You moaned out, âSevâ shitâ oh, fuck, Iâm sensitive. Fuck, youâre actuallyââ she cut you out, her hand slapping over your mouth to contain your louder moans so passer-byâs didnât hear and right hand you thought sheâd nutâ she pulled out and thick ropes of cum shot out of her tip and all over your abdomen and chest.
You smiled. âDidnât have the guts to knock me up after all.â
âTell your father âbout us, and I will fuckinâ give him a grandkid.â
When you caved into the pheromone perfume fad, you did not expect it to work. Ellie proved otherwise.
[ not proofread - sorry if this is cheeks guys ]
Warningsââ> smut, mdni
wc: 3.65k
Ellie felt like she was going insane.Â
Albeit the lights in the restaurant were dimmed, they felt heavy, her clothes sat the wrong way, even after adjusting them for the millionth time, and you.
You smelled amazing. It hit her senses like a brick wall the moment you met her at the door, something under your usual scent. You only smiled at her and sauntered to the table where your friends waited.
She didnât know what it was, but tonight you were magnetic. Always, of course. But tonightâŠshe couldnât rip herself from you if she tried. Her hand stayed connected to any piece of you she could place. Your thigh, right below your dress hem, the small of your back, the nape of your neck when she draped her arm around the back of your chair.Â
You seemed oblivious. Throwing your head back at a joke Jesse told, or gasping at a story Dina shared as the dinner went on.Â
Little did she know, you knew. That fad of the infamous pheromone perfume? You finally caved and bought it. And you declared it the best impulse buy the moment you saw your girlfriend's pupils dilate when you gave her a greeting kiss at the front of the restaurant.
And oh god, it was fun to watch her squirm.Â
Ellie started her sentences steadily, only to choke them out halfway through whenever your fingers brushed the back of her neck. You could feel her heat, notice the shift in her legs, pressing her thighs together each time you reached across her or tossed in a soft âloveâ or âbaby.â
And by the time the table settled in after everyoneâs main courses, the chatter hummed. Abby laughed with Nora, Dina was busy begging Jesse for another cat, and EllieâŠ
Ellie was nursing a drink in her handsâtight, like it would offer some semblance of comfort while she nodded along with what you were talking about. Something along the lines of apartment decor, but she couldnât make herself listen. She couldnât help but trail down the slope of your neck, down to your chest like a pervert. She imagined holding them, groping them, putting them in her mouth and suckling on them to get sounds from your lungs and leaving dark marks along the fat of them while you begged for more. She didnât need you to talk about room decor; she needed you to moan her name while she fought for air between your legs.
âEllie?â Her name on your lips snapped her out of her horny daze, and her gaze finally met yours.Â
âYuâuh, yeah?âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â Your brow had a knit to it, but she caught the small quirk in your lips. Those damn lips that needed to latch onto hers as soon as humanly possibleâotherwise, she was sure she would implode.
âI think we should go home.â She announced, her voice came out rougher than expected, quieter. And when your soft smile deepened, she knew that you knew what you were doing to her.Â
âWe havenât ordered dessertsâŠor paid yet, love.â Love. It rolled off that beautiful tongue of yours like it was her name.
âI donât care.â She whispered. Her eyes darted across the table to her friends, who were caught up in their own conversations and stories. âThey wonât careâJesseâŠJesse can pay, and Iâll pay him back.âÂ
You almost pushed for a little more teasing, but her eyes flicked across your face before she let out a low âPlease.â
That was all it took. You nodded, and Ellie shot up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Everyone turned. Dina groaned, teasing about the early exit, but Ellie barely heard her.
âSorry, Dina,â You simply chuckled, giving her a peck on the cheek and a tight hug as she pouted in her chair. Ellie murmured something to Jesse, and he barked a laugh, clapping hands with her like they just won something. Abby and Nora said their goodbyes as well. Nora gave a small wave, and Abby returned a cordial side hug.
Ellie couldnât keep her damn hands off youâeven in the car. One hand on the wheel and the other squeezing your thigh, hitching higher before you swatted her hand away just before she reached your panties. All she could do was let out a strangled chuckle, white-knuckling the wheel like it would take the heat.Â
âSo, whatâs the jig?â she asked, shooting you a quick look, that crooked smirk tugging at her mouth.
âWhat jig?â
âBabe, youâre glowing. And yeah, you always glow, but this is different. And you smellââ she exhaled through her nose, almost frustrated ââyou smell fucking amazing. Stop playing with me and just tell me what you did.â
She tried for serious, but her voice cracked at the edges, octave a little too high, words shaky. You knew she was unraveling.
âI didnât do anything.â You lied, settling back into your seat with a faint smile. Maybe youâd keep this to yourself. Drive her crazy whenever you want.
That was it. Ellie practically sped home, going twenty over the speed limit because she didnât want to pull over and eat you out then and thereâmainly out of selfishness due to the possibility of people driving by and seeing you. Only she got to do that.Â
When she parked the car outside of your shared apartment, she slammed the door shut, opened yours, and did not wait to bolt to the front door and fumble with her keys. The girl took ages, and if you looked close enough, you could see the slight shake in her hand, and hear the small âfuck meâ under her breath each time the key slid past the lock in a futile attempt.
And the second that damn door swung open, Ellie did not hesitate to pull you inside by the arm, nearly toppling over herself in the process.Â
She pulled you into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue and a fistful of your hair. It was sloppy, eager. She needed a quick fix before pulling back with a heave.Â
âLetâs go.â She grunted, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. You couldnât help but giggle at her eagerness, even while she weaved around the sofa and slid by objects in the living room, she still gave you a quick once-over to see if you were okay.Â
And then this girl hauled you onto the bed, the duvet let out a soft exhale when your back collided with it.Â
âUp,â Her hands snaked behind your back, asking for a small arch so she could reach for the zipper of your dress. When you obeyed, you watched her mouth twitch up like she won. The zipper hummed as it traced down to your lower back, and it was completely off within seconds, thanks to a very eager Ellie.Â
âFuuuck, baby.â She groaned into the crook of your neck, her nose nudging the divot of your shoulder as she inhaled your unusually addictive perfume. Her hands pawed at your hips, squeezing the skin around them like she could knead you into herself.Â
Her clothes werenât even off yet, but she couldnât care less, she could only care about you. Your clothes, your chest, your skin, those damn legs, and the gorgeous thighs that lived with them. The ones she so desperately needed to be in between right then and there.Â
But your fingertips grazing her white dress shirt, riding it up to her shoulders, made her shiver. She threw it off with no problem, within a blinkâwait, no. It was not, in fact, within a blink. Her chin had gotten caught in the neckline; she hadnât even bothered trying to undo her buttons, and she was caught like a bug in a web, and you were giggling beneath her.
âBabe.â She grunted, arms up and wriggling like a caterpillar. Her lower torso was exposed, distractingly gorgeous with delicious abs and an even yummier pair of tits in a red wine-colored bra.Â
She let out a whine mixed with another frustrated grunt. She said your name like it was an orderâtried to, at least. It came out high-pitched and needy instead.Â
âOkay, okay,â You chuckled, scooting out from underneath her to sit up. Your hands hovered near the buttons, and she let out a puff of relief. Your hands reached her torso, running them against her abdomen.Â
The girl jolted, murmuring a small âcoldâ before you palmed the base of her tits, fingertips reaching the top of her mounds; the skin peeking out at the top of her bra.Â
She was radiating warmth, and when you finally helped her out of her shirt, so was her face.
Before you could tease her about it, she latched back onto your neck, easing you down once more onto your back. She wanted to move lower, pull your own bra off with a quick snap, and latch onto your tits like an animal, but she couldnât break away from your scent. Your regular perfume had an unusual pull. Too much so that her veins felt hot, the nape of her neck sweaty, and her cunt absolutely pulsating. For Ellie, being turned on by you was typical, but this? This was primal, like a bitch in heat.
She didnât even realize your hands had popped her red push-up undone until her nipples stiffened against the cold of the room, and your palm had begun to warm them up with slow squeezes. A low groan left her and fell into your neck, pulling away and seeing the dark purple that bloomed on your jugular. How long had she been there?
âEllieââ Your voice cracked, and she snapped from her daze. You were grinding your lace pantiesâthey were leaving little to the imaginationâagainst her knee, which had found purchase between your thighs, applying a steady pressure to your center. The eager jut of your hips was sinful. If Ellieâs boxers weren't soaked before, they sure were at this point.Â
Her eyes snapped back to yours, pupils matching hers: dilated beyond recognition. Her hands pushed back below your shoulder blades to unhook your bra.Â
âPleaseâŠâ She started, the hook snapping open with a small tick. âSit on my face, baby,âÂ
The lace was thrown aside carelessly, to be found later. And finally, Ellie did the thing she had been waiting to do: latch onto your tits, palming the right one with whatever hand(s) she could as her mouth sucked the left. The sigh you let out was heavenly, an absolute blessing for her ears. She got to have your tits in her mouth, while she could hear your soft sighs of pleasure. The ones that came because of her.
âPlease, babyâŠâ she cooed, saliva dribbling down her chin, sinfully illustrating your boobs with a line of it. Her epidote-colored eyes burned into your own through the hoods of her lids. Pure desire. Want. Ellie wanted nothing more than to feel you on her mouth, suffocating between your thighs in ecstasy as she pulled moans and gasps from that pretty mouth of yours. She wanted you to sit on top of her, let you pull her hair. Use her mouth to get yourself off.
Within the split second that you nodded, Ellie was already on her back, swiping her tongue out to wet her cupid's bow.
âYour pants arenât off.â You breathed, sitting up on your knees and pulling your hair to the side. Your abdomen stretched below your rib cage, hips moving as you inched closer to Ellie. Who was a dumbfucked messâ
âOhââ Her head flicked down to her jeans, hanging low on her hips, her boxers peeking out from the top line. âSorry.â She cursed, sitting up to slide them off in haste. They plopped down onto the floor beside the bed, and she was already returned on her back, quickly forgotten, signaling with her hands for you to come closer like an air traffic controller.Â
You snickered, and she furrowed a brow.Â
âWhatâs funny?â
âNothing.â You lied. Eager Ellie was one of the many cute variations of your girlfriend. When was she not eager? When did she not apologize for still having her pants on?
When you inched over her, swinging a leg to the other side of her head, the auburnette let out a relieved sigh, warm breath tufting against your thighs. Her hands came up, resting one on your left, and the other on the curve of your ass.
And when you finally sat on her face, eased down onto those pretty lips of hers, Ellie hummed approvingly. Her tongue finally got the taste she was craving for the last hour of torture. But fuck, was it worth it. You tasted like heaven on a plate (her face).Â
The tip of her nose nudged your clit as her tongue focused on your entrance, tantalizingly, tasting the sweet and salty slick that was meant for her. When your whines met her ears as she swiped her tongue through each fold lazily, she practically came right there.Â
Her tongue was just missing your clit by a mere centimeter, purposefully. Because, despite her love for getting you off, she lived for the whines and pleas that came with your anticipation.
The sound of your small, sharp breaths mixed with hersâthe girl under you was muffled, wet, sloppy sounds came from her mouth as she devoured you like dessert.Â
âFuckâEllieâŠâ and just as she anticipated, one of your hands tangled into her auburn hair, pulling her head up closerâalthough she was already smushedâto your pussy. Her name, particularly falling in a breath from your lips, exemplified the throb in her cunt, her boxers becoming more of a wet mess than they had been at the dinner table.
And she had a clear line of sight from underneath you, brow knit, back arched, grinding on her mouth like she was a toy, desperate to find the tip of her nose and rub your clit against it. Your eyes snapped to each other like magnets, and her brows tilted with another level of neediness when you let out another soft groan in the back of your throat.
Her hips canted into nothing, yet searching for any form of friction, the bed sheets or her boxers could give her. She couldnât help but finally latch onto your clit, and when she began, she couldnât stop. The soft, âpleasepleasepleaseâ coming from you made her drive her lips even closer, pressing her hot, open mouth to your clit, switching from hard-stroked licks to eye-rolling suctioning with her tongue. The pool that grew low in your stomach was beginning to harden, and she could tell you were on that verge of coming once the other hand shot out from behind you and steadied yourself beside her head, your fingers in the other gripped a little harder in her hair as you leaned over her cranium. Your mouth gaped into a small sliver, and your chin buried into your chest, eyes lidded in arousal and pure focus. Ellie couldnât help but groan at the sight, the sound vibrating onto your clit, adding to it all.
âCâmon, baby,â She murmured through laps. The sound of her mouth against your slick was pornographic, sopping laps, and the sound of her muffled, labored breath echoed in the room with the mix of your own. Her hands had made soft indents into your skin, both now gripping onto your thighs like an anchor. âJust a little more.âÂ
Her eyes rolled back at the sight of your blissed-out expression, one hand snapping up to your right boob in a fumble, squeezing and twisting at the sudden urge to touch more of you. In response to your high-pitched whine, Ellie sucked harder, and it finally sent you over. A deep, guttural groan came from under you as you came on her face, orgasm rippling through you in a heavy wave as your girlfriend refused to ease up.Â
She remained under you, licking every last bit of your release up until your hands eased from her hair, until they found her forearms, pushing her away with a small, breathy âokay, okay.â
But she refused. Instead, Ellieâs laps became stiffer, inconsistent. Your girlfriend had such a wound-tight expression, eyes squeezed shut, brow knit together, breathing labored, that it suddenly dawned on you what she was doing, and your head swiveled behind you, landing on her hips.
She was on the verge of coming herself, grinding against her boxers, which were pulled taught for any kind of friction she could muster. You swung your leg back overâwith a bit of a fight, and a long, desperate whine from Ellieâand chuckled at the squirming girl.Â
Her eyes shot open, breath tight, and expression so incredibly needy once you crouched between her knees.Â
âHand me the pillow,â you gestured behind her, and Ellie did not hesitate to reach. She practically threw the cushion your way, lifting her hips as you placed it under her for leverage. She couldnât restrain the whimper that came from deep in her chest when you pushed her thighs apart, letting out a tsk once seeing the absolute mess she made in her cotton underwear.
âSo wet, baby.â You murmured, and despite just coming down from your high, you core began to throb again at the sight. Even with a soft tap of your fingerpad, her cunt made a wet noise through her boxers.Â
âBabe.â She grunted, head falling back in frustration. And the small laugh that hit her ears did not help her case.
Your fingers pulled away at the elastic, and eventually, they fell from her hips. You tossed them to the floor without another thought and did not hesitate to dive right in. Without warning, your mouth met her slick, drawing one thick line from her hole to her clit, taking in the absurd amount of arousal she had patiently collected in her boxers. Ellie let out a shocked, high-pitched moan at how fast-paced it had happened, and you had to forcefully keep her legs open. The moment of bliss that was your tongue on her clit was just that, a moment. Before she could enjoy it, you returned to her hole. Mouth sucking her taste greedily, hands pushing her thighs down in resistance to her instinct to close them.
âBâBabyâŠâ she breathed, head trying desperately to stay up and look at you between her legs, you hummed in response as a question, âPleaseâŠâ
âWhatâs wrong, love?â You responded like she had done previously, between suckles and breaths in her thighs. Her slick clung to your lips in strings as you spoke, and she let out another mewl at the sight.Â
âNeed you, on my clitâŠbabe, please.â Her voice was breathless, barely there. And with that magic word, those nice manners, your lips wrapped around the puffy bundle of nerves. And the moan that came from this girlâs mouth was obscene; there may have been a few noise complaints waiting for you the next morning, but every whine, groan, and scream from her was honey, a melody to your ears.
âFuck!â Her hips reached up, smushing her cunt further into your face. You shoved her hips down roughly, pinning her to the pillow under her and scolding her to stay still. Your lips were around her clit, yes, and your tongue was working away at it, but it was faint, tauntingly so. Her breath was erratic, hands wound tight into your scalp as her back arched into the air.Â
âSoooo fucked out for me,â you hummed against her clit, making her jolt at the stimulation, âso needy like this. Making me all horny again, Els.âÂ
âThenâfuck!âget on me.â
The soft hmmm? That vibrated against her clit made her choke a sob, one of her hands released from your hair, and shot up to cover her face, arm slinging over her eyes as her cheeks flushed deep red.
But you didnât make her say it twice, you released your lips with a pop! and spread her legs open, looking down at the mess made between her thighs. Slick painted her flesh, stringy and wet. The sight made your own cunt throb tenfold.
âShow your pretty face, Els.â You murmured, finding your place between her legs.
Her torso leaned to the side to fit, one leg propped up as you slid your clit against her own. The moment your hips snapped against hers, once your cunt connected, Ellieâs breath hitched, and her hands desperately shot out for your thighs, grinding with a shake to her hips that came with being too close.
The second wave built fast; listening to your whiny girlfriend babble in a pussy-drunkened mess was a contributor. She shot off little gasps and whimpers as her high climbed to the edge just as yours was. Her eyes fought themselves to stay open, to watch you on top as you ground her cunt against your own.
âBabe,â Ellie groaned, panting with a heave to her chest, trying so hard to wait for you to come first, to be good.Â
âMhm,â your eyes were squeezed shut, focusing on getting to where she was, and when you felt just at the edge of coming, all it took was a nod, and Ellie let out a sick, obscene moan. Her orgasm flushed onto your own core, and yours followed, folding over onto her torso with a strangled groan.Â
Your breathing mixed as you came down from the high, hips still jutting, but slower, lazier. Wringing every last bit out.
And when you collapsed beside her, both of your breaths evened out, and she turned to you with a fucked-out grin.Â
âWhat?â You chuckled.
âWhatever you didâŠâ Her voice was hoarse, and she leaned in to kiss your neck. When she did, she inhaled the smell of your leftover perfume. âYou should do it more often.âÂ
áââ ^..^â⥠nothing means as much as you did | abby anderson
exes should stay exes, right? except abbyâs in your bed again, your tears wet on her collarbone while you whimper that you missed her.Â
cw: hurt comfort, exes, tension, an argument because abby doesn't have time for reader and she is mean for like one second, sweet dom!abby, fingering (reader!receiving), dacryphilia, praise kink. lowkey, this is very emotional (â„ïčâ„)
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you never in your life thought youâd fall in love.
when you were younger, relationships felt like too much work. they were messy, temporary thingsâlike anchoring yourself to someone who, in the end, could only be a passing remedy for loneliness.Â
you told yourself you were better off aloneâthat you didnât need that kind of attachment. the idea of carving out space for someone felt impractical.
for a long time, you spent most of your days tucked into your routines: between classes, assignments, library hours, and hobbies. company was occasional, and love felt like something you didnât care to learn about.
until you met abigail anderson. abby. pre-med major. broad shoulders, all muscle and warmth, with a smile so open it made you smile. she had this way of lighting up even the dullest room. lovely in every sense of the word.
despite you not being pre-med, your paths crossed when abby enrolled in one of your humanities electives to fill out her credit requirements. she sat near the front and paid attention in a way most people didnât.
a group project forced you to work together. at first, it was just a matter of convenienceâyouâd split the work, coordinate schedules, and meet in the library. but between deadlines, you found yourself staying longer than you needed to. she asked about your favorite books, about your hobbies, about your thoughts, and abby listenedâreally listenedâin a way that felt startling.Â
before either of you realized, the project was the least important part of your meetings. you became inseparable in a matter of weeks. you clicked in a way you hadnât with anyone beforeâand judging by the look in her eyes, neither had she.
then came the shift. subtle at first. the way you caught yourself looking for her before anyone else. how your shoulders felt lighter when she smiled at you. the way silence between you wasnât heavy, but easy.Â
you tried to deny it. told yourself it was just what happened when you spent too much time with someone. attachment. familiarity. nothing more.
but the truth began to press against you, undeniable. you were in love. and so was abby.
it showed in every glance, in the way her eyes softened when they landed on you. in how neither of you could hide it anymore, no matter how much you tried to keep things casual.
it was abby who broke first.
one night, after another study session that turned into an hour of talking about nothing and everything, she shifted nervously, fingers twisting around the hem of her hoodie. her usual confidence was stripped down to something vulnerable.
âwould youâmaybeâwant to go out with me? like, not just⊠this. but a real date,â she said.
youâd never seen her so nervous, and it made all your defenses crumble. because the truth was already there, written across both your faces.
and you said yes.Â
the first year of dating abby felt like a dream. everything was effortless. sweet. beautiful. perfect. she was thoughtful in ways no one else had ever beenâcarrying your backpack because she knew it was too heavy, cooking something good and healthy for you, texting you reminders before your exams like she was more worried about your grades than her own.
abby made you feel like the center of her world. in many ways, you were.
but then time passed. life got heavier. both of you were about to graduate, and reality pressed down hard. abby was chasing med school like her life depended on itâprojects piling up, hospital hours, volunteering shifts, endless applications. every day, she looked more tired, her shoulders sagging under the weight of everything she was trying to balance.
she still loved youâso much you never doubted it. but love had to wrestle with time, and time kept slipping through her fingers. her calls grew shorter. texts became fewer. dates kept getting rescheduled, with excuses like âjust one more shift,â and âone more meeting, just one more.â
you understood. this was her dream, her future. but understanding didnât make it sting any less.
your second anniversary crept up. you wanted to celebrate it quietly, in a way that felt like the two of you: simple, soft, intimate. just you, abby, and a little dinner in your apartment. you had told abby two weeks ago and she loved the idea, saying she also wanted to treat you in some way.
you set the table, lit a candle or two, cooked something both of you liked, and dressed up in a red dress you knew abby loved. you wanted to look beautiful, wanted her to look at you the way she used to in those first months.
you waited.
seven oâclockÂ
eight.
nine.
ten
no knock on the door. no text. no call.
you told yourself she was busy. that sheâd be here soon. that she wouldnât forget your anniversary date.Â
nevertheless, hours dragged on. the food went cold, and the candles burned down to wax puddles. you still sat at the dinner table, phone visible in case she called, eyes red from holding back tears that only spilled when midnight approached.
then, finallyâa knock.
you stumbled to the door, mascara smudged below your eyes, dress wrinkled. when you opened it, there was abbyâa bouquet of roses clutched in her hand, eyes wide and anxious, her whole body tense like she already knew how badly sheâd fucked up.
abby looked at youâat the dress, at your ruined makeup, at the way you were still waiting for herâand her face crumbled.Â
âbabyâŠâ her voice cracked, pleading. "please."
stepping aside, you let her in, even though every muscle in your body screamed to slam the door in her face instead. abby brushed past you, setting the roses down on the kitchen counter, their petals bright and beautiful against the dim light of your apartment.
âiâm sorry,â she started, tone laced with guilt. âmy shiftâbaby, it was crazy. i just couldnât leave, they neededââ
âabby, i planned this two weeks ago,â you cut her off. âtwo weeks. do you know how long iâve been begging for a night like this?â
her jaw clenched. âthey needed me. i canât say no. you know that.â
you stared at her, tears spilling over again. âi needed you too.â
abby rubbed at her face, frustrated, like she was fighting a war on two fronts: the guilt of letting you down, and the grip of her dream.
âyou donât get it,â she said, voice rough. âthe hospital needed me. if i donât have the required hours, if i donât give my everything, i donât get into med school. i donât become what iâve worked for my entire life.â
your hands balled into fists at your sides, heart practically splitting open. âabigail, i get that. i truly do. but you couldnât make a bit of free time for me? i told you weeks ago. iâm busy too. i have deadlines too. and yet, i dressed up, i cooked, i set this up because i wanted us to celebrate. because i needed you. and what happened? you werenât here.â
her mouth opened, then closed as she looked down at you. âbut youâre not about to become a doctor. you canât even compare us like that, you're not like meââ she blurted, words spilling out before she could stop them.
the air left your lungs. a cold pain that spread through your whole body.
âoh,â your voice broke. âso my major isnât as important as yours? my future doesnât matter as much as yours? so, because iâm not in med school, i should just⊠bend? wait? be here when you want? stay silent when you arenât here? take crumbs while you leave me to the side instead of letting me celebrate yourâour achievements?â
abbyâs eyes widened, regret flashing, but it was already too late. âthatâs not what iââ
âbut it is what you said,â you snapped. âdo you even hear yourself? do you think before saying stuff? do you know how small you make me feel when you say shit like that? it makes me feel like iâm not worth anything.âÂ
her hands trembled, her whole body tense. âi didnât meanâfuck, i didnât mean it like that. i justââ
you shook your head, cutting her off. âabby, i love you. iâve loved you through everything. but i canât keep doing this if youâre basically telling me iâm just a placeholder until you become what you want.â
she stared at you, eyes glassy, trying to form words. âi need spaceâi need time, i need to focus.â
âwhat?â it gutted you. it tore the air from your lungs.Â
abbyâs face crumpled, but her voice was steadyâas if she had rehearsed it in her head a hundred times. âi canât handle this. med school. the pressure. us. i canât give you what you deserve. i can barely hold myself together, and itâs not fair to you,â she wiped at her face, catching any tears before they even fell. âyou donât deserve this. i donât deserve you. iâm sorry.â
the rational part of youâwhat little of it remainedâunderstood. med school was her dream. her future. her everything.Â
but the emotional part of you didnât care. that side of you wanted to drop to your knees, wrap yourself around her, and beg her not to leave. the humiliation of even thinking it burned in your chest, but it was there, clawing at you.
abby looked down at you, shoulders slumped like the weight of the world was crushing her. she lifted her hand, cupping your face carefully, as if she was afraid of shattering you further. âyou donât deserve this,â she whispered. âiâm sorry. youâll find someone who loves you the way you deserve to.â
the words twisted the knife in your chest. your tears spilled faster, messier, and ungraceful, snot clogging your nose, your cheeks wet and blotchy. she didnât look away from the worst of you. instead, she used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe at your face, like it didnât repulse her.
âwhy today?â you asked, unable to breathe properly. âwhy now, abby? why? today was supposed to be a good dayâabigailâwhy? why?â
her face crumpledâshe couldnât stand the sight of your devastation. she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. it wasnât hungry, it wasnât even romanticâit was cold, final, and desperate in a different way.Â
a kiss that wanted to give you everything while simultaneously tearing the ground from under you.
desperately, your hands clung to her jacket, body folding into hers like a child too afraid to let go, sobbing into her chest. she held you, rigid, trembling, her lips pressed to your hair.
âiâm so sorry,â she whispered, barely audible. âiâm so sorry, angel.â
the âspaceâ abby asked for turned into weeks.Â
then weeks into months. then years.
at first, you hated her. hated her for choosing ambition over you, like you werenât worth the fight. you refused to even say her name out loud. when people asked, you brushed it off with a bittersweet smile, pretending it was nothing.
but the truth was different. the truth was that your graduation gown felt heavy without her hand to hold. your apartment felt empty and strange. your bedsheets and pillows never seemed to lose that stubborn trace of her smell no matter how many times you washed them.
and when friends nudged you to âget back out there,â and to âjust meet someone new,â you never did. you couldnât bring yourself toâit wasnât fair to anyone elseâbecause no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you knew abby would be on your mind, you knew youâd always be comparing.
the bitterness dulled with time, but it never vanished. instead, it turned into something hollow. whenever you passed the coffee shop where she once kissed you softly. whenever you put on a dress she used to love. whenever you heard laughter that sounded almost like hers in a crowd.
years later, it still hurt. it still lived in you.
and then one dayâit all cracked open again. you were scrolling through instagram, half-bored, thumb moving on autopilot. someone you barely spoke to anymore had reposted a photo from a local account with the caption âdoctors who recently graduated med school volunteering at a childrenâs hospital today.â you almost kept scrolling.
almost.
but then you saw her.
abby.
in scrubs, hair tied back in her usual braid, broad shoulders filling the frame, a stethoscope looped casually around her neck. she was smilingâsoft, bright, the same smile that once belonged to you.
you hadnât seen her face in years. youâd avoided her on purpose. blocked her socials, blocked her name from your feeds, built walls so high around yourself you thought youâd buried her.
but in that one photo, the walls crumbled. it all came backâher hand in yours, her laugh in your ear, her lips against yours when she whispered that she loved you.Â
your thumb hovered, trembling as you told yourself to scroll past and pretend it didnât matter. however, your heart was racing, and your stomach twisting.
for the first time in years, you let yourself miss her. even if you wanted to ignore her, you saw that photo of abbyâand you told yourself donât do this again. donât go back there. she left. she chose herself. sheâs happy now. move on.
you found yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, asking questions you hated yourself for.
does she think about me?
does she still remember the way i looked at her?
does she still smell my perfume on old clothes the way i still catch her cologne in my memory?
does she love someone else now? a doctor? a nurse, maybe? or another med student who could stand by her side?
you hated the way your stomach twisted at the thought. jealous, desperate, pathetic.Â
weeks passed. and you couldnât escape it as the day came. what would've been your anniversary. the same date she had first asked you for space. it was cruel, how the universe circled back.
you tried to keep yourself busy, but the weight of it crushed you. by the evening, you couldnât hold yourself up anymore. you ended up on the floor by your closet, pulling down the old shoebox you had sworn youâd never open again.Â
insideâletters with her handwriting smudged from your tears. little gifts. ticket stubs. dried flowers. even the brittle roses from that night.Â
you cried until your chest hurt, until your body shook. ugly, loud sobs that ripped out of you. when the tears slowed, your hand went searching for your old phone. the one you hadnât touched in years, but still kept in your bedside drawer.Â
you plugged it inâher number was still there, saved as âabigail anderson. DO NOT CALL HER.â your fingers trembled as you typed it into your new phone, breath unsteady.
the line rang. one beep. two. and thenâit connected.
âdr. anderson speaking, how may i help?â her voice was older, steadier.
immediately, a sob tore out of you. âabigail,â you choked, the word trembling. âit hurts. i canât do thisââ
there was silence for half a secondâthen recognition hit her instantly. âangel,â she said, like it was a prayer.
abby also hadnât heard your voice in yearsâand it was now reduced to sobs like they hurt to let out. her hand tightened around her phone, the sterile white light of the hospital hallway suddenly too bright.Â
âheyâhey, breathe, okay?â she whispered, but her voice shook, betraying her. âiâm here. breathe for me.â
but you couldnât. the words kept spilling, all jagged and messy. âi miss you, i miss you so bad it hurts. why did i see youâwhy now, why? abby, i canât stop crying. i miss you too muchââ
for years, abby had carried the weight of what she did. the nights lying awake convincing herself it had been the best. the constant ache when she reached for her phone and didnât call. the regret that dug into her ribs every time she imagined what your life without her in it.
âdo you still live in your old apartment?â she asked.
there was a pause, a whimper. ây-yeah.â
âokay,â she said quickly, already movingâpushing through the door, scrubs clinging to her skin. âokay. stay there. donât go anywhere.â
you didnât even register what that meant through the haze. you just kept crying, kept saying how seeing her face in that photo opened everything you thought youâd buried and how much you missed her.
and then, there she was at your door, knocking softly, and you put the phone down.Â
âopen up,â her voice came through, muddled, rushed.Â
you stumbled to the door, hands shaking, cheeks raw and wet. when it opened, the sight of her nearly undid you all over againâabby, in her scrubs, hair braided back messily, chest rising fast.
and all you could think was: this is the first time sheâs seen me in years. and i look horrible.
âi look like shit, sorry,â you muttered, choking on a sob. âyouâthis is the first time in years, and iâm crying. iâm pathetic, not even close to how i looked when you leftââ
abbyâs face cracked, but she didnât argue. she just stepped in, gently locking the door behind her.Â
âcome here,â she murmured, guiding you with careful hands to the couch. you sank, trembling. she followed, hands steady on your arms.
you shook your head, the shame clawing up your throat. âyou were at the hospital,â you raspedâclinging to her sleeve. âyouâre in your scrubs, you should leave, finish your shiftâiâm not that importantânot worthy of your time. i miss you so much, but iâm not worthy of you. iâm not a doctor. iâm not anyone important. iâm nothing more than aââ
âhey, shh,â abby said firmly, her hand rising to your cheek, warm. âlook at me.â
your eyes flicked up to hers at the change in her toneâsteady, solid, and commanding. the way she always could be when you were spiraling.Â
âstop,â she commanded, her thumb brushing a tear away. âi need you to listen to me, okay? we canât talk if youâre like this. you need to calm down first. i need you to follow me, alright? just breathe with me.â
you tried to match her pace, breathing slowly and deliberate. you clung to her wrist until your sobs thinned out. abbyâs thumb stayed at your cheek as you let your face fall downwards.Â
âiâm sorry, iâm such a messâ you muttered hoarsely. âi saw that photo of you, at the childrenâs hospital, and itâit broke me. it brought everything back. and then today, this date, it justâitâs embarrassing, abby. years later, and i still think of you.â
instantly, abby shook her head. âi never stopped thinking about you either,â she admittedâguiding your face back up.Â
she stared at you like she was measuring whether she had the right to say anything out loud.
âi regret it,â she said. âi regret leaving you every single day. i wake up and hate myself for it. i hated that i let my pride and fear of failing get in the way of us. i care about you, but i was scared of failing, of not being enough. i thought stepping away would make me less weak. but it just made me cruel, and iâve hated myself for it.â
you didnât thinkâyour body moved before your brain remembered how fragile this was. you crawled into her lap, arms winding around her neck, hiding your face into the soft hollow of her throat. abby wrapped her hands around you without hesitation. anchoring you as your shoulders convulsed with fresh sobs.Â
âshh,â abby murmured into your hair, rubbing slow circles along your spine. âitâs okay.â
even if you were a mess, salt and wet, and ridiculous with need, abby didnât let go.
after a while, you calmed down enough to pull back and look at her properly. your cheeks were streaked with mascara, your eyes rimmed red, but there was a clarity in your voice that made abby wince with hope and guilt.
âabby,â you muttered. âi donât care if we⊠never see each other like we used to again. if you want space, time, or whateverâyou can have it. but, if you want to try, can i ask you something?â
she met your gaze, mouth a little parted, and nodded. âtell me, angel.â
you swallowed nervously, fingers trembling against the fabric of her scrubs. âiâi replay our last kiss on my head every night. itâs always cold. it felt⊠final. i canât live with that. if youâre going to leave me againâif you think you might leaveâplease, kiss me. even if you go, at least let me have that.â
you were met by silence, you could even hear the refrigerator hum in the kitchen. abbyâs eyes flicked away, and for a second, you felt pathetic, like you were standing at the edge of a cliff.
âiâm sorryâi shouldnât have,â you started to apologize.
âdonât apologize,â she cut you off. âbutâare you sure? you want that?â
you could feel your pulse in your throat as you nodded. âiâve been thinking about it for years. please, abby.â
her face reflected all her emotions: fear, longing, shame, love. then, as if something inside her decided this was her chance too, she leaned forward.
the kiss started like a questionâexperimental and softâjust a tentative brush to test the water. her lips were warm and tasted faintly of mint gum.Â
you sighed into her mouth, and that tiny, involuntary sound did something to her. whatever caution sheâd been clinging to cracked. her hand cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair like she was mapping you out again.
abby inhaled, and then the kiss deepened. it became less careful, less worried about the future, and more about the presentâabout the way your body fit against hers; the small, helpless noises escaping you.
something primal woke in abby.
her grip lowered to your back, her mouth was claiming and hungry. you sighed again, and that was the match that lit the flame. abbyâs hands moved with a speed youâd almost forgotten she hadâone palm pressed to the small of your back to pull you closer to her, the other sliding possessively down your side.
when you broke apart, breaths mingling, foreheads still pressed togetherâthe room felt electric.
âiâm sorry,â abby whispered. âi wantedâi want you still. i never stopped missing you.â
you smiledâsmall, incredulousâtears still shining. âi missed you too.â
for the first time in years, the cold of that last kiss melted into something messy and human. both of you were left shaking in its wake: scared, sorry, and impossibly hopeful.
your lips were still swollen from the first kiss when abby leaned in again, unable to stop herself. unlike the first, the second kiss didnât start softâit was desperate. it had years of silence and longing stuffed between your pressed lips. you whined, muffled and needy. her hands grabbed at your skinâthumbs digging into the curve of you, strong hands flexing as she pulled you closer and closer.
abby kissed you like she was starvingâlike this was her only chanceâand her control frayed. she nipped at your lower lip, groaning when you opened for her, allowing her to taste you deeper, messier, and hungrier.
but then, abby felt herself gripping you too hardâher body too heavy with want, and she broke off with a gasp, panting against you. âfuckâsorry,â she murmured, voice ragged as if she was trying to wrestle her hunger back. âi didnât mean toâi donât wanna hurt you, i justââ
you cut her off by grabbing her face in both hands, forcing her to look at you. abby then realized how you were looking at her, like she was the only thing that you wanted, like none of the years apart mattered.
âfuck, abby, i donât care. i need you so badly. i donât care if we end up strangers again. i donât care if this burns me down,â you whispered, your nails digging lightly into her jaw. âi justâpleaseâi want this as much as you.â
your words punched the air out of her lungs. abbyâs chest rose and fell sharply, pupils blown wide. her hands tightened on your waist again, but this time reverence, hunger, and a promise she couldnât yet put into words.
and then she kissed you again, rougher, deeper, and it made your ribs ache. abby grabbed you, signaling for you to wrap your legs around her waistâhelping you up, she carried you through the short hallway like it was instinct, like she never forgot the feel of you.
the second your bedroom door creaked open, it felt like time folded. she remembered this room perfectlyâjust different enough to show the years that passed. the bookshelf was more crowded, the desk was sleek and full of papers. but the same trinkets, the same clutter of little things that were you. your stuffed animals still lined your bed, some worn from how often you hugged them.
part of you had changed.
most of you hadnât.
gently, she set you down on the mattress, her weight combined with yours sinking it, and her lips found yours again before either of you could think too hard. the kiss was soft at first, but then she tilted her head, she lowered her lips, teeth grazing your jaw, and then your neck. the sound that left your lips undid herâshe missed those airy whimpers more than she could bear.
your hands fumbled at her scrubs top, pushing it up with a messy urgency, beneath it, she wore a plain black tank top that stretched over her chest, and your fingers slipped to her arms, squeezing at her biceps.
âmhm,â you whimpered, dragging your nails against the flexed muscle. âi missed you so much, abby.â
her hands slid under your hoodie, calloused fingers grazing your skin. she pushed it up slowly, revealing a plain black bra. the second the fabric left your body, your hands flew up, instinctivelyâ trying to shield yourself.
but abbyâs hands caught your wrists, firm but not rough, guiding them above your head. âhey, no. i wanna see,â she murmured, kissing just between your breasts, slowly. âdonât hide from me. youâre my pretty girl⊠i missed you too.â
her mouth pressed to the swell of your tits, trailing kisses lower. the grip on your wrists loosened.
âdidnât even try with anyone else,â she admitted, pressing her lips onto your skin. âcouldnât do it. not after you. i missed this. missed you.â
years of silence, of bitterness, suddenly drowned under the weight of her voice, her warmth, and her words. your eyes filled again, but this time the tears felt differentâless like sadness and more like release.Â
your back arched into her mouth as she kissed down your chest, your breaths uneven. abby glanced up, catching your teary gaze. âyou donât know how many times i dreamed of this,â she whispered. âand iâm not letting myself take it for granted.â
abby kissed the salty tears off your cheeks before kissing you againâit felt like stitching two torn halves back together. her hands came up, cupping your boobs over your braâs thin fabric, fingers pressing in, greedy in a way she had tried so hard to hold back. then she traced lower, over your ribs and waist, hands gliding slowly until she found your hips. abby squeezed there, hard, making you gasp.
âdonât tease,â you whined, nails digging into her shoulders. your eyes caught hers as your body rocked helplessly toward her. âitâs been so long, abigail.â
you tried to buck your hips against her, grinding against the solid weight of her thigh pressed between your legs. desperate, chasing friction, chasing her. but abbyâs grip was strongerâshe grabbed the hem of your little black shorts, tugging them down in one fluid motion, slow enough to savor, firm enough to make you shiver.
the fabric dragged down your thighs, pooling at your ankles before you even registered sheâd stripped you. you whimpered, hands flying up, searching for her, grabbing at her hair. her braid was loose after the long shift, but your impatient fingers worked it looseâstrand by strand, until her blonde waves spilled free, falling against her shoulder and your skin.
you grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her down. âabigail, do not teaseâplease,â you warned, and she groaned into your chest, the sound guttural.Â
abby pulled back enough to look at youâher cheeks flushed and hair undone. she looked nothing like the doctor in crisp scrubs youâd seen in that photo. she looked like your abby, who once kissed you like you were air.
âyouâre shaking,â her voice dropped as her thumb traced the waistband of your panties. âis this too much?â
your answer was a needy whimper as you tugged her hair harder, pulling her closer to your lips. ânot enough. want more.â
âfuckââ she groaned, her restraint shattering, her hands greedy as they grabbed at you.
she pinned you down to the mattress. the rest of her control fraying the second her hand slipped under your underwear, her fingers finding the slick and heat she dreamed of every night she spent without you.
the sound that you let out was broken, high-pitchedâcausing you to close your eyes in embarrassment. then, she kissed you again, swallowing your whimpersâher free hand braced at your hip to keep you steady while the other moved slowly, like she was memorizing you again.
you were desperateâtears spilling down your cheeks before you even realized, your body overwhelmed by the flood of sensations and the weight of years between you. âs-so good, abby,â your voice broke as your hips moved against her hand. âmiss youâmiss you so much.â
abby pressed her lips to your templesâkissing off the tears away, one by one, whispering against your skin. âi missed my sweet girl tooâfuck, youâre so pretty like this. so fucking pretty crying.â
you moved your head, trying to kiss her again. âmphm, thank youâah, ahâfeels so good,â you mumbled, muffled by abby coming closer, allowing you to press your lips against hers.Â
her throat bobbed as she noddedâdipping a finger inside you slowly. âi know, baby, i know. let me take care of you,â she cooed against your mouth. âgod, you even look pretty crying, angel.â
every sound you made, every twitch beneath her hands, only made abby fall deeper.
âabbyââ you whispered, your nails dragging at her scalp. âfuckâi love you so much. i love you. want you back so badly. i miss youââ
the words tore out of you raw. it was something youâd held down for too long. and it made abby sigh.
her lips were warm against yours, the taste salty with your tears. âi love you too. i never stopped loving you. iâm sorry, babyâiâm so fucking sorry i ever let you go.â
abby pushed another finger inside, moving slowly and steadilyânot wanting to take from you, just give. like she wanted to give you back everything sheâd stolen when she left. like she needed to prove with every touch that she was here now.
her fingers slid deep, curling just right, the heel of her palm pressing against your clit, and it was too much. your hips grinded against her hand, trying to create more friction between you.
she lowered her head, kissing your neck and shoulders, causing you to throw your head back to give her more access. âa-abbyâi love you, i love you, i love you.â
you closed your eyes, dragging one of your hands to her back, nails digging into her back through the thin cotton of her tank top. abby stayed deep inside you, fingers pumping carefully so you could feel her thick fingers slowly working into you, as her thumb traced circles against your sensitive clit. even with her motions being slow, the sounds of it were obscenely wet as her fingers slid in and out of you.Â
she let her face fall into your shoulder, whispering into your hair. âmissed you so much ever since i leftâthought you never wanted me back. i thought iâd never get this again,â she bit your fragile skin where your shoulder met your neck, her tongue soothing over the skin. âi went to bed dreaming of you still being here with me. getting a pretty apartment togetherâŠâ her breath hitched as she felt you clench around her fingers. âgetting married. making you my pretty wife.â
âdonâtâdonât say that if you donât mean it,â you whimpered, your body chasing her touch as the hand in her hair loosened. âwanna be your wife so badlyâŠâ
âi mean itââ she said, her tone steady. âi would work so hard for you to have everythingâanything you wanted. i love you so much. and i wanna give you all that again if you allow me. if you let me iâll make it right.â
âyes, abby, please,â you whined as abbyâs fingers trusted deeper, inching you closer and closer to your orgasm. âabigailâplease, wanna cum. i love youâmhmââ
abby knew your body, she never forgot how you clenched around her fingers when you were so close to cumming for her. she forced herself to mentally apologize for even thinking about how badly she wished she wouldâve had her strap on hand when you called herâbut she missed this, she missed you more than this.
âwanna cum, angel?â she asked, her jaw angling to kiss your cheekâeven though she knew full well she wasnât going to make you beg for anything this time. "say please."
if this were a different time, she wouldâve definitely made you beg for it. wouldâve made you whine and plead until you were a desperate mess for it. wouldâve kept you on the very edge of cumming for hours. or made you cum so many times you wouldâve been exhausted by the end. but this time, she was fully aware she would give you everything without expecting anything back.
âyes, please,â you whined. âneed itâiâm so close, abs.â
abby nodded, her fingers were precise now, repeating the same pumping and curling motion she knew would make you cum in mere secondsâsince she wanted this just as badly as you. âlet go, angel. please, baby.â
and you did. you didnât know if it was the combination of her voice, her touch, or knowing that this wasnât a dreamâbut it all felt like you had reached heavenâs gate.
she kept her fingers moving even after you came, relishing the sensation of your trembling body underneath hers. âgood jobâgood fucking girl. such a sweet girl.â
âtooâtoo much,â you tried pushing away as the sensation on her thumb on your sensitive clit became overwhelming. âmhmâabby!â
finally, she slowed her hand, fingers still inside you, but now resting here. abbyâs head came up to look at you, kissing the tears off your face. âshh⊠breathe, baby. iâve got you. iâm here.â
the weight of her words pressed into your chest even heavier than her touch. it wasnât just her body against yoursâit was all the years of regret, the dreams youâd both had in silence, spilling out between kisses and whispers.Â
abby touched you like there had never been any space betweenâlike the map of your body was still etched into her hands, as if she had studied you every night in her dreams until she would be able to find every spot blindfolded.Â
the way her fingers worked you open, the rhythm she kept, the way her lips pressed against your temple when you criedâit was muscle memory, devotion, and hunger all braided into one.
abby didnât let go. she wrapped both arms around you, pulling you close, holding you so tight you could feel her heart hammering against your chest. her hand slipped free, only so she could gather you fully into her lap, her body curved protectively around yours.
you clawed weakly at her shoulders until she followed you down, until she was half on top of you. you buried your face into her neck, sobbing, words spilling out between shudders, âi want you backâmiss you so muchâi love you, abby.âÂ
abbyâs lips trembled against your hairline. she cupped the back of your head, grounding you, and when she spoke her voice was rough but steady, like sheâd been holding these words inside for years, âi love you,â her breath shook as she kissed the crown of your head. âif you allow me to try again, iâll do this right, okay? no excuses this time. no running. iâll stay, iâll fight for this. for you.â
you clung tighter, tears soaking her tank top, the fabric rough against your cheek. abby rocked you slowly, one of her hands splayed wide on your back, pressing you to her chest. âi love you. iâm sorry. iâll make it right.â
the years of distance didnât vanish, the ache didnât disappear. but at that moment, with her arms locked around you and her lips brushing your temple, it felt like the beginning of something you both had been starving for.Â
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