(mini series) quickie w/ abby . 🏝️˙—
tags: sub!abby, dom!reader, plus size reader, begging, pussy eating (r!receiving), masturbating, orgasm control, scissoring, hair pulling, some fluff, porn with plot, modern au where everyone is alive and happy
a/n: part 2 to my mini series, this one is for the plus sized girls!! also i’ve never scissored before so sorry if that part sounds off 😣
abby couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. before heading out to the beach that day you posed in the body length mirror in abby’s beach house.
“you don’t think a two piece is too much? i packed a one piece just in case.” you stood, unsure of the way the strings of your bathing suit presses against your body. “i hate the way my fat pokes out. i look like a pig.”
“don’t say that,” abby calls from the kitchen as she finishes packing a lunch for you, her, and lev. you turn to see her blindly zipping the insulated bag closed, not taking her eyes off of you.
“i think you look great. the pink is amazing on you.”
“fuck that, let’s go. you look amazing. when we meet up with everyone they’ll say the same.”
you roll your eyes to which abby promptly ignores as she calls lev down to head out.
abby was mostly right; the stares were minimal and mel and nora made sure to shower you in compliments. despite this, you still wore a pink coverup over the bottom half of your stomach to ease your nerves.
while playing around in the ocean with nora you notice abby staring at you, you catch her adjusting herself in her swim shorts. when your eyes meet her’s she blushes deeply, turning away from you immediately to laugh at something manny said.
out of nowhere a frisbee crashes into your side, the unexpected force sending you over. you fall on your hands in knees, too embarrassed to stand.
“hey!” nora tells in the direction of the throw, “watch what your doing!” she kneels next to you. “are you alright?”
“y-yea… my pride is a bit bruised but—”
“yo, who the fuck threw that?” abby’s voice booms from a few feet away. “come get it back, pussy!”
“abby i’m okay, it’s all good!” you start to stand, slightly flinching from the dull pain in your side. abby jogs over to you.
“are…are you sure?” her voice now small and soft; a sharp contrast from just a moment ago. “here, lemme take you inside real quick, make sure there’s no cuts?”
“mm, okay.” you she sheepishly stand, “not like standing here is better.”
“watch lev for me?” abby nods her head at nora.
“yea. don’t be too long.” a tone plays at the edges of nora’s voice, but you can’t tell what. abby tinges a slight red, clearing her throat.
once inside, abby guides you to sit on one of the couches in the sunroom. thankfully abby has one of the more private houses on the beach; tucked away in a corner close to the base of a hill.
grabbing a first aid kit, she lowers your coverup taking a heavy gulp.
“well, i mean… looks fine. minus some redness.” abby blankly stares at the spot where your stomach meets your thighs.
“abby…” you shuffle so that your leg shields her eyes from your stomach, “don’t stare!”
“sorry! it’s just—” abby stammers, afraid of her next utterance, “i think you’re beautiful. and… i can’t stop looking at you.” abby stares down at the knot holding your coverup together.
seeing the way abby’s face flushed pink, how her broad shoulders heaved with each nervous sigh unleashed something dormant in you.
“so bad,” abby breathes out, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“what have you been thinking about, hm?”
you lean towards abby, relishing in the sound of her breath hitching. her eyes were laser focused on your tits. you reach to undo her ponytail then yank at her loose hair forcing her to look you in the eyes.
“stay focused, or you get nothing.”
abby whimpers in response.
“what have you been thinking about?” you ask again.
“doing… whatever you wanted me to do.” abby’s pupils are blown with need, her chest heaving. “i-i…”
“awe, you need me to tell you what to do?”
abby nods furiously, a small grin at the corner of her mouth.
“take your shorts off. touch yourself.”
abby quickly obeys, sitting on the floor in front of you and spreading her legs. taking two fingers, she opens her lips exposing her large clit. slowly, she runs steady circles over herself, rhythmically rolling her hips.
you stand, untying your top letting your heavy tits fall out, still wet from the ocean water. you grope them, putting on a show for her.
“yes…yes!” abby whimpers sucking in a breath.
“come, here, take the rest off.”
abby darts to you, on her knees she unties your coverup and shimmies your bottoms off of you practically drooling. she looks up at you, her face beaming.
“please, please let me eat your pussy—i need it!”
you lift your stomach to give her more room, “it’s all yours—ah!”
before you can finish abby slurps greedily on your pussy. she’s so messy, mixing her spit and your slick together. getting lost in the way the you taste, how your body suffocates her in a way that makes her even hungrier for you.
“oh fuck, abby!” you throw your head back, pulling her hair in the direction you wanted her face to go. she ate you like she was starving; the sounds of her tongue boarding on porn-like.
in her pussy drunk state all she could mutter was a guttural, “needed…needed…”
you pull abby by the hair off of her, her mouth and chin drenched and eyes pleading.
“please…please more!” abby pouts up at you.
“don’t you wanna cum too?”
“get on top of me.” you lay on the couch, propped up on the arm. abby practically jumps on top of you, positing herself to where her dripping cunt hovers over yours.
“come on,” you guide abby’s hips down to meet yours. a delicious sting of pleasure zipping through the both of you upon the pressure of your two clits meeting. “fuckk, right there.”
abby sharply exhales, rocking her hips back and forth. a loud, slutty moan escaping her. “fuck! feels, so good…ohmygoddd, ngh…” abby couldn’t shut up if she tried. her every nerve ending was being stroked and pet, the pleasure becoming blinding.
“you really wanted me, huh?” you breathe out, keeping your hands on her hips, guiding her. abby just moans in response, her big arms flexing.
“gonna cum…” abby grits her teeth, moving faster.
“cum with me, okay…hold it for a little, hm?”
“fuck…” abby’s voice breaks, “please…hurry…”
you withhold your own climax, just to watch abby squirm. her thick legs twitching in anticipation, the beads of sweat collecting on her forehead. her long hair thrown across her shoulders, her face scrunched in concentration. every fiber of her being is focused on waiting for you. obeying your commands.
abby was on the very edge, waiting—no, quivering for you.
“shit, please… i dunno how long i can, hold it!” abby squeaks out the last part, completely and utterly broken.
“good job, abby,” you suck in a breath your own body stuttering, you feel abby speed up making it clear that she’s noticed your impending orgasm.
“fuckk, ngh…now?” abby whimpers.
“mmhm!” you nod unable to talk. the built up pressure releasing wildly; your legs stiffen, you dig into abby’s strong trembling thighs, a guttural moan raises from deep inside you. simultaneously, abby shouts out your name, holding herself steady on the back of the couch her body growing limp.
the two of you sit there a moment, letting each other come down from your spur of the moment hookup.
coming to, about shakily gets up to put her swim shorts back on, “we should uhm, probably keep quiet on this?”
you sit up, with a knowing smirk “oh like nora doesn’t know anything.”
abby stutters, “well, i-i told her i thought you were hot in confidence! i didn’t think she’d tell you!”
“she didn’t,” you put your bathing suit back on, “it’s just obvious,”
