guys i’m starting college in like a day?!?!?? im lowkey scared i’m not gonna be able to post but likeeeee i’ll try my best!!!! so…. YAY ABBYS BOOBIES!!!
after a texting situation gone south, you’re invited to a raging frat-party by the star athlete, your ex-best friend and bully—abigail anderson—to makeup your rocky pasts with more than a kiss.
┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: popular athletic switchbully!abby x girl rotter powerbottomfem!reader. college au!!! enemies to lovers with a hidden history? abigail anderson has always had a thing for you from day fucking one. you could never find out. therefore, she must stand her ground…leading her to act like an absolute bitch. you’re the “tired lesbian” in the back of the class with hardly any friends, always on your phone—and one day, you’d be the girl who would get your bully off over call to your voice with your guidance. to some, you and abby were more opposite than the damn sun and moon. you absolutely despised each other…but between small glances and middle fingers, there laid secret stares of lust and yearning for a time once shared. never would they think you and abby were once best friends in middle school.
~~~THIS FIC INCLUDES: depictions of violence/fighting, world building of friendship nostalgia, phone sex—mutual masterbation, mention of drugs & alcohol, making-out, secret sweet to rude, nasty/passionate sex—fingering (reader&abby!receiving), tit sucking (abby!receiving), oral (reader&abby!recieving) and strap fucking in missionary cuz yes!! so intimate n rough (reader!receiving!!). asphyxiation/choking, given a hickey, called mean names such as slut and whore—said with good intentions because abby knows u may or may not get off to her being a meanie :)—(reader!receiving). sweat licking/body worship kink—(abby!receiving). calling abby “mommy” & “good girl” :D, abby has a fat clit and is a squirter cuz i said sooo!! reader & abby have bushes bcuz free the all natural girlies!! :3
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ author's note: sorry it takes me so long to put stuff out :( i just revise and revise, just adding a bunch cuz i want it to be super yummy for yall !!! the smut parts are a little…i kinda went all out cuz who doesn’t crave sweet yet mean degrading and subby abby :3 the lesbian best friend angst and sexual tension goes crazy in this fic so UGHH!! and shout out to my girls with anger issues and fucked up sleep schedules, this one is for u!! hope u enjoy!!
and omg here was the art for this fic!!!
abby was the only girl on her football team and one of the best damn players. at her games, spotting her was always easier than expected, her tight ass and perfect braid so recognizable in the sea of guys. after the most recent game last night—today, you’re shaken up by a rough shove against your gymroom locker, mean hands gripping your sweaty shoulders as they usually do when she needs to take her anger out on something after training, “Hey.” abby’s face, only inches away from yours, seems a little different with her intimidating stance today. “The fuck were you doin' at my game last night?” she sighs with a hitch in her breath, a sound that contrasts her natural confidence, “I couldn’t focus when a damn pathetic thing like you was staring." hey. how’d she know you were there? your body constantly worked against you and right about now, you may or may not have whimpered as you glanced from her eyes to tits, noticing how snug her tanktop fit. shit.
abby’s eyes soften for a moment, watching your nervousness coat your face red. her eyes wander your body, dissecting what to do next with a furrow of her brows.
you gulp softly, wincing, knowing something’s coming.
and you weren’t wrong—she jostles you forward once more, strong hands gripping your shoulders with rough force, banging you against your locker again, the metal clanging hard. you jolt with an agitated exhale, eyes fluttering shut, slightly pissed you already have to deal with her this early in the day. you groan—“Hey!” your breath growing uneasy as abby stares at you intensely, waiting for an answer. “You never come to my games.”
“why does that matter, abby?” you glare at her, hands moving to her wrists, trying to push her off you but her large hands won’t budge, only making her pin you harder against your locker. her proximity always made you blush and it’s so embarrassing.
the conversation and abrupt bang of the metal caught the attention of other students changing, only making them glance over with a laugh, assuming abby was just joking around with a new friend or something.
worst thing was you weren’t new.
you were just never fucking known.
however, it was reasonable. your appearance changed every other week—trying to figure out different aesthetics, reinventing, just alternative shit, always attempting to figure out who you are.
people knew you as someone not to mess with—which is why you were…somewhat ostracized. “a little insane” was what they stupidly called you. it was a little bit of a stretch but when abby picked on you on the wrong day, you could bruise her up bad.
nothing ever felt right.
you were always tired.
doom-scrolling till you passed out at 5 in the morning every other day.
god, you only felt worse when you had a closeted raging lesbian picking on you.
you fucking hated it.
but you didn’t fully hate her.
a popular girl walks by, scoffing at you and the whole scene, eyeing abby down with that look before frivolously saying, “Hey, Abby.”
“Hi.” abby sternly mutters, gaze staying on you, clearly not interested in anyone but you.
abby knew everyone. everyone knew abby. being on the football team gave her a natural pass, other than her looks and an awkward charming personality...but—to you, she puts up a wall or something and becomes this shitty girl even if you’re in a radiance of her.
none of those kids looked hard enough to see the confusion behind your eyes and just a little beyond right at abby’s enlarged pupils, noticing how her eyes always lit up when she spoke to you.
“Why’d you dress like that, yesterday?” abby murmurs with a hushed tone, secretly feeling foolish and regretful for possibly hurting you a little too hard against the door of your locker.
it was a hell of an excuse to touch you, but shit, it wasn’t a good one.
“like what?” you ask under your breath, baffled by her softer tone, eyes lingering to her pouty lips.
“You know what.” abby rolls her eyes dramatically, her big shoulders shrugging followed with a tilt of her head—acting in such an odd way that makes you scrunch your nose with confusion.
your outfit last night?
you wore a miniskirt with a lowcut shirt—a bit of a contrast to the zip-up you always throw on after feeling a little embarrassed about whatever outfit you wore.
“i-uh, uhm.” you nervously crane your head further against the locker, body language shrinking as abby blinks hard, her breathing growing heavy.
“there was a pretty girl there.” you mutter quietly, eyes seeking her approval of some sort. abby leads part of the LGBTQ+ club at the college on Saturdays—normally going to learn and support the kid she babysits, Lev. you knew she was a good person, she was just…incredibly rough around the edges with you.
you always attended the club but she constantly shot you certain looks for some odd reason whenever they discussed homosexual marriage or the dating scene.
abby knew you were gay. your lesbian pin on your backpack practically mocked her whenever she saw you.
“P-pretty girl? Who?” abby’s face grows with shock, her stutter surprising you.
“abby, what—?” you feel your heart tug at the way her eyebrows crease with what looks like…the fear of betrayal.
what in the world?
the thing is with abby—you’ve always slightly enjoyed the attention she gave you—whether be it her almost tripping you, stupidly elbowing your books out of your grasp, or your favorite, when she’d eye you as you walk home from her truck…god, nothing made your heart race more that.
her pretty eyes and strong soft hands were always not on your mind. that’s what you like about her. how beautiful she is.
worst thing is you know she’s such a sweet person.
the way she acts towards you…really hurts your soul. she was textbook bully mean.
man, you know shouldn’t like someone who treats you like shit.
recently, you’ve been learning to move on since she’s been pretty persistent with you since high school…
—and the couple years of college…it still seems abby wants nothing to do with you beside make you feel even more miserable.
it still confuses you. she doesn’t like you.
not like that.
you don’t even wanna imagine how’d she react if she found out how you feel about her.
god, she could actually beat you up for it.
…but from the way she stares at you during class…alright, it’s a little dumb to think about it, you know, considering the concept of dating your bully. it’s just that the idea…makes you too elated for something with such little hope.
“D-do I know her?” abby arches an eyebrow, her voice raising in anger—almost annoyed you’ve never told her something so seemingly important to her.
“she’s the blonde girl in our biology class.” your voice drops to a whisper as you search her gaze, utterly perplexed by the way she’s reacting for someone who dislikes you.
“Blonde girl? The one who transferred here recently?” abby’s voice softens with intrigue and it’s the most normal you’ve ever heard her in a long time.
the new girl you were speaking about—pretty, tall, blonde, on the soccer team and a blatant homosexual.
you remember the day she came in during your biology class. it was recent—about a week ago when you and abby sat side by side as you were miserably lab partners that afternoon. the room completely changed when that new girl walked in. man, she was an absolute ray of sunshine. you had only slept three hours that night and the moment she walked over after greeting the teacher and asked what you were currently learning, fuck, she felt like a shot of pure caffeine.
you remember looking over at abby as she walked away, the sexy sway in her hips making you practically melt. as your face was bright red, you happened to catch the glint of something behind abby’s scowl.
abby began treating you even worse after finding out you may or may not have a crush on that girl.
“Why her?” abby exhales heavily, agitated that you think about other girls for some reason. she feels her throat run dry, a pit in her stomach deepening as she watches the way you glance at the grip on your shoulders, eyes begging to unhand you.
abby hated her feelings more than she hated you.
she understood how attractive your eyes are. how pretty your hair is. how sweet you speak. the potential you can have if you got out of your head and focused on your reality. sometimes she wishes she could be there for you.
abby could’ve had it all if she treated you like a normal fucking person.
shit.
“She’s not even that cute.” the sentence rolls off abby’s tongue with disgust and the second it did, she regretted it terribly. you squint with an irritated glower, a little thrown off why she’d say something like that about someone who has nothing to do with you.
but of course abby would.
to you, her words came off as her classic rude behavior, so used to her demeaning every word you muttered. but to abby…it felt revealing. like her heart fell out of her mouth and splat onto your adorable frame.
to abby, her clear jealousy made her grow shameful, tinting her freckled cheeks pink.
gladly, you didn’t catch it—and that allowed abby to dig the hole even deeper within her chest, “An ugly ass girl for someone like you?—That’d be fucking hilarious.” abby removes her grip from your shoulders with a grimace, roughly shoving your face away from her with one of her large hands.
you groan with a squeak at the push, the back of your head hitting the metal a little too hard, making abby quietly wince. she knows she needs to stop putting her hands on you. you rub your head with a small sigh and resume grabbing your crap from your gym locker. you resisted hitting her back today since you were just too exhausted from working out right now.
in late highschool, you used to fight abby every other damn day. things used to get bloody. it was a really fucking dumb time of your lives. kids crowding you as you and her brawled in the middle of the field during P.E. with abby’s hand on your throat, your hands grabbing at her braid and shoulders, her big body pinning you down…man, you would both get sent to the principal office together.
sometimes…you miss the adrenaline.
or maybe the way she’d look at you while you quietly sat together in the office as your hand would hold her shaking one.
but now, as you’ve gotten older, something really changed. touching each other had gotten weirder which is what lead to less physical fights between the two of you.
the big thing is…you and abby used to be very good friends.
it was the main reason why you were so comfortable with fighting—especially when you knew each other’s weak points so well.
way back, you were gentle and quiet while abby was rowdy and silly, the two of you inseparable best friends in middle school.
and the most heart-breaking part of it all—you were each other’s first kiss.
a falling out between you and abby later in the middle of high-school occurred when you had gotten your first girlfriend and shit, abby did not know how to communicate.
her jealousy lead to an abrupt end one day where she just stopped hanging out as much with you.
you were someone who understood the importance of maintaining friendships alongside dating.
abby didn’t. she hated it.
hated the way she saw you hold hands, speak to each other in the sweetest ways and the way she pecked your cheeks and your lips—the ones she once kissed.
abby resented you.
resented the way you got to be the cutest lesbians with someone you like.
she wanted that with you.
and because of that, your first fight was not pretty.
abby had almost beat the fuck out of you after you made a remark how you almost lost your virginity the night prior with your new girlfriend—joking around how abby, herself, hadn’t.
you having sex with someone you hardly knew destroyed abby. she knew everything about you. your most-watched movie when you were ten to every birthmark and mole you had and her utter favorite—when you used to lay beside each other, giggling and tracing every one of her freckles. fuck, it hurt abby so bad when you wanted to have sex with someone you began crushing on a couple months before.
—and not with your best friend of nearly five years.
that was the most rage you had ever seen in abby’s eyes. she almost broke your fucking arm and you gave her a black eye.
—that’s when it started.
everyday, abby regrets that first swing.
your gaze locks onto your dirty running shoes and deodorant tucked away in your locker as abby walks away to unlock her own locker, her large frame only a couple feet away from you on your left—allowing the air to be insanely thick as you both change.
you know the drill.
you carefully take a peek over, eyes wandering her body unconsciously as she pulls her sweaty shirt off.
abby’s toned stomach and sports bra come into view and your eyes glow with attraction and you immediately shift them back into your messy locker as if nothing happened. the silence is filled with distant chatter of other students and shit, you need to leave before you say something stupid. you quickly tug off your tanktop, yanking on a fresh one. you swiftly grab your water bottle along with your backpack, shutting your locker hastily—instantly fleeing the scene before you consider thinking about your damn bully all night later.
abby glances over seconds after she pulls her shirt off as she may or not wonder whether you ever look at her when she’s shirtless. still curious if you’ve ever thought of her like that. in her bra, she can feel the burning tension—eyes gluing to the floor to not stare as you get dressed. god, abby needs to apologize to you. her heart tightens as she watches your pretty face discreetly out of the corner of her eye, gaze trailing your body with disappointment as you walk out of the gym locker room—completely losing her damn chance. her eyes linger a little longer on your ass than they should.
classic abby—she realizes, standing in front of her locker feeling her heart pound with anxiety. she stares at the floor, nervously scratching at her sweaty face. you. the thought of you hanging out with that new girl…she pulls her clean shirt over her head with a growing pout, fuming stupidly about how you want someone.
someone else besides her.
the thought alone makes her want to hurt you.
—to pin you down, with your wrists held tightly by your head…beneath her. but no. she can imagine hugging you. cuddling you and smelling your perfume. even giving you a small kiss.
abby hates who she’s become.
her pure anger always leads back to her jealousy.
she wishes she was that new girl. just for that new restart.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you relax in your last class, sociology, one where abby always seemed the calmest—most likely since it was the end of the day and her football practice had worn her out.
the room was dark as you watch a small film about the human nature and it’s psychology.
abby’s arms were crossed as she sat back in her chair beside you since you were still partnered up—her large frame unknowingly stealing glances at you every other second.
you’re leaning forward on the desk, hand resting on your chin, attempting to pay close attention to the screen since you had a test at the end of the week.
the air was still.
too still. you quickly become lost in your thoughts—suddenly imagining discreetly having a slow makeout sesh with abby in this dark room.
shit, your pussy throbs.
you’ve been having thoughts like that lately since a couple weeks ago when abby followed you into the girls bathroom to show you a lesson about not embarrassing her in front of her team—where stupidly enough, she threatened you by coming a little too close. the crucial problem that happened was…abby accidentally grazed your neck with her lips mid-confrontation.
feeling her pouty lips on you ignited something within you.
a sense of longing. a crave for a gentle touch of her. to be done with all this silly shit.
since then, you cannot stop thinking about her kissing your neck, face and lips with affection...and maybe even need.
it’s like a guilty pleasure.
that cruel girl.
she even plagues your mind.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, following the cool graphics of the video on the bright screen.
man. you can’t help it though. her presence simply has always driven you crazy.
you take a peak at abby over your shoulder—eyes suddenly widening as you find her to already be staring at you.
the cool bright hue of the screen lightens her gorgeous freckled face, her strong features so perfect when she’s calm. abby is so beautiful, her strong arms, nice shoulders, adorable braid—eyes drained and almost vulnerable.
weirdest thing is she doesn’t look away. there’s no shame, no embarrassment in blatantly staring at you, nothing—absolutely nothing blocking her fears in this dark room for some reason.
your own eyes stay on hers, dissecting how someone who looks so pretty and kind-hearted can be so rude.
but something seems even more off from this morning in the gym locker room, she seems defenseless. like…a normal human being. woah.
abby’s eyes suddenly soften as she takes in your delicate face, almost as if she’s reminiscing something—and god, you feel your heart ache for her…laughter.
holy hell. you haven’t felt like that in so fucking long.
jeez, when she was speaking to you so normally like she used to earlier, it must’ve tapped into your brain making you remember the time where she used to be so giggly.
you expect her to snap out of it and suddenly glare at you or something but no—she raises her eyebrows with a nod at the screen, a discreet playful smile spreading across her lips, teasing you to stop looking at her.
the light-hearted tension warms your heart as you turn back to the illuminated screen, a small blush appearing on your face. goodness, your mind spins with that fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
however, something within your head begs you to be careful. it’s yelling you no—she’s not being herself.
but this.
this is her.
this is the girl you miss.
you cross your arms on the desk, moving your face onto your wrist—resting your head in the big crook with an anxious sigh, the casual pine scent of abby near you corrupting your senses. truly, it’s the want of turning to her and creating small talk like everything is okay is somehow way stronger than you thought.
the sound of abby’s soft breathing makes your heart race. now that you think about it, those reactions you felt when being pinned down by abby, every time it happened…it wasn’t only from adrenaline.
fuck, you do like her.
you almost jump when abby suddenly leans forward too, a little smug smile playing on her face as she copies your exact movement, big freckled arm brushing against yours—definitely causing your neck heat up as you turn to her.
your doe eyes meet her big pretty blue ones.
abby gazes at you almost with yearning and you can feel it in your soul. butterflies flutter in your damn tummy as she moves closer, her smirk big as she mutters with such a soft sassy tone, “What’re you staring at, hmm?”
your eyes squint with—you can’t believe it, confusion and admiration—her gentle voice feeling like one of those warm blankets you used to cuddle together with during sleepovers when you were around thirteen.
fuck, it hurts to remember.
hurts in a good way to realize all that time you’ve spent arguing could now be replaced by being under the blankets together making up!
the inappropriate thought makes you chuckle quietly as you shrug, heart breaking slightly at the optimistic idea. you poke her elbow with yours playfully—a whisper with a grin tugging on your lips grows with a little more confidence, “what’re you looking at, abby?” the lights from the screen flicker from bright frames to darker ones, almost replicating how your heartstrings tug every which way because…what is going on?
…weeks and weeks have gone by where abby’s trying to get better. be better. and today, abby will do it. she’s done. done going home at the end of the day, utterly disgusted by her own actions. she’s simply done with lying to herself. lying that she hates you. lying that every time you’re in her view, she doesn’t have to resist herself from pulling you in for a forgiving kiss.
she’s done with constantly being on guard like a little puppy.
she craves your smile everyday.
abby clears her throat, head tilting with embarrassment, voice lowering, “I wanna say I’m sorry—I…apologize for this morning.” the moment those words leave her mouth, she exhales shakily, the relief noticeably leaving her posture.
small steps, abby, small steps.
your eyes grow big, astonishment troubling your gaze and trail of thought.
you must’ve fallen asleep during class.
you’ve had to.
the lights suddenly turn back on, making you wince at the sudden gleam. you softly grin with comfort as you abruptly catch how bright red abby’s cheeks are—realizing the connection you once had with her can still sparkle.
almost on queue, the graying teacher breaks the instantaneous shuffling steps of your classmates, his booming voice dull of fatigue, “Guys—please work on your projects tonight and discuss them with your partners.”
you’ve been putting off this biology project because talking to abby alone with no chaos…sounds awfully a little nerve-wracking.
you stand up, pushing your hair behind your ear with a sweet smile—eyes trailing abby’s frame, taking in…how hot she really is. really understanding how bad you want her when she doesn’t just treat you like gum under your shoe.
your heart hadn’t raced like that in forever. you glance at abby’s beefy body as you pull over your backpack, acknowledging her demeanor is so much more less intimating.
“Text me later, mkay?” abby states with a gentle sound of her voice, eyeing you down with a little shy smile. you nod slowly with a flushed furrow of your brow—unknowing to abby trying to escape you since…she may or may got a little too overstimulated with being so nervous in the dark class. you, personally, still feel thrown off and you want more. abby quickly turns, impatiently pushing in her seat—allowing you to follow up beside her, walking alongside the other students leaving class. you grow anxious being right next to her since your brain is telling you to reach for arm like old-times.
you shuffle against the other kids, suddenly catching sight of the new girl you’re crushing on move right in front of abby.
and—oh my shit.
you’ve never noticed how awfully similar they look. their pretty blonde—strawberry blonde if you will—head of hairs, tall frames, strong bodies crafted from sports and even the way they move…seems so comparable. so strikingly alike as if they could genuinely be related.
god, you don’t like this new girl because she’s a ray of sunshine or fucking caffeine.
you like her because she reminds you of abby.
your abby.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you lounge on your messy bed, pretty frilly pillows and fluffy sheets surround you as the sweet sunset lowers through your window. it’s around 7:30pm. you’re moisturized and heavily perfumed from a cool shower, wearing a babydoll tanktop and a pair of lacey panties, now relaxing—and doing what? you’ve been scrolling on pinterest for about an hour.
you sigh, swiping up and exiting the app…only for you to open it once again.
you’re wasting so much time.
you know what you’re obviously putting off.
you drop your phone on your stomach and stare at the ceiling, mind blank as you contemplate whether or not you should start on your homework.
ugh, your tummy aches just thinking about texting abby.
you rub your face with a tired groan, palms digging into your eye sockets thoroughly as a sudden ding is heard from your phone.
your hands scramble for your phone with a certain franticness that surprises you.
“Hey”
a text from abby.
the text from abby.
was she waiting for you to text and since you didn’t…she gave up? could that be what happened? hope not because that would be so embarrassing on your end. fuck, your mind spins with different possibilities as your stupid heart race picks up once again as you attempt to think of what to reply back.
alright. hiiiiii—too much. what’s up?—god, too corny. hey abs!—damn it. how do you phrase this without sounding desperate?
“Helloooooo”
you exhale heavily—imagining abby sitting on her bed, her soft one you used to do homework on together.
“I just got back from the gym so come onnn let’s make this quick cuz I have to shower”
the thought of sweaty abby naked invades your mind. you groan and squeeze your eyes shut hard, tossing your phone beside you carelessly.
earlier, you had been scrolling through tumblr—gawking at butches. delicious boobs. lesbian art. all the sorts with your vibrator in your pants.
damn. all you do is masturbate and scroll. scroll, scroll, scroll. god, you have to make something happen with abby. you have to get out of these old habits.
you grumble with an exhausted eye roll, yawning while rubbing a hand through your hair, wishing you could take a nap and never wake up again.
“Wanna see my pump?”
oh my god.
her post-workout body?
is she trying to kill you?
your stomach churns.
…abby’s always known you had a thing for muscles.
after you had gotten obsessed with girls in the beginning of middle school, one fat crush was on an older girl who had been strong and ripped since she was on swim team. when you told abby about this, she instantly went out of her way to get a gym membership.
has she always had a thing for you?
“Could be an apology for this morning😅?”
how do you respond to that without genuinely sounding like you want her?
| “abby😾” sent an Image |
oh FUCK.
abby’s in front of her bathroom mirror, the bright light overhead illuminating the sheen of her sweat on her body only in a bra—one of her bulging freckled arms flexing downwards, accentuating her plump bicep. her stomach, abs, slick with her hardwork, baby hairs on her forehead a mess with sweat on her brow…
you don’t even know how to react but…all you know is how badly you feel your panties stir.
abby’s never sent anything like that. like even when you were friends.
oh, your thighs writhe.
pressing the sensitive flesh under the cloth only makes it worse.
…the urge to slip your panties down is tempting.
god, so tempting.
so, so tempting.
…you know it’s wrong.
you throw your phone across the bed with a blank stare at your pretty thighs.
hmm.
what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. right?
you reach for the drawer of your nightstand, in need of your vibrator.
you probe the knob, suddenly pausing.
shit, you’re hesitant.
…you sigh with a shutter, feeling guilty for what you’re doing. your fingertips only drag back to your thighs, resting on the soft skin. you abruptly grab at the waistband of your panties, calming down a bit when thinking about the idea of imagining abby’s fingers with yours. that’s tame, right?
two dings from your phone.
you pause, your underwear half-way down—your cute bush only slightly revealed.
you pull them back up swiftly, crawling across your sheets to hastily grab your phone. you tilt your head with a wince, now sitting very upright, fearful she knew what you were doing somehow.
“Miss Dumbass your read receipts are on🧐”
the emoji makes you softly giggle with relief, scrolling further down though…your smile fades unexpectedly fast.
“What’re you wearing right now?”
your stomach fucking flips.
oh, she’s so obviously interested in you. who asks that type of question without wanting to get into your pants, right?
right?
fuck, you hope you’re taking this the right way.
alright, alright, if you aren’t, let’s make this seem casual.
well…what do you say?
a pit deep in your stomach is growing.
..should you be honest?
your fingers fly across the keyboard before you notice.
“one of my fav pretty shirts 💪”
the fucking flexing emoji? the hell is wrong with you? you mumble with a groan at your own stupid ass message watching as her text bubbles appear. you unconsciously bite down on your bottom lip, your idiotic heart pounding in your head.
“What about your bottom half?”
she is interested. oh no.
“that’s confidential ma’am!!”
your eyes widen as you clicked send, not meaning to say something so utterly dripping with sexual playfulness. you feel so embarrassingly dumb…however, come on, who knows? this can go somewhere good. well, you hope.
“Tell meeeeeeeee”
you sigh with a little laugh at the amount of e’s, suddenly getting an underlying feeling of an attempt of her trying to flirt after all these years.
“what are YOU wearing abigail🙄”
“Well I’m in ma boxers cause i need to breath after all those damn squats 😁💔”
OH. the playful batter just took a turn and you’re loving it. let’s see how far you can go with this.
“you’re in your boxers??? let’s just say i’m wearing something similar 😋”
“Oh my🫡”
“So likeee you’re in your undies, i’m in my undies…”
“🤫🤫”
abby’s so silly.
you can sadly tell she hasn’t really spoken with any girls since you.
oh no. oh shit.
your clit is aching as you recall the photo she just sent.
fuck.
you need to spice this shit up.
enough with the games because you both have something you want.
go big or go home, right?
and well—honestly…you need it.
and she probably does too. you can practically feel her awkwardness behind the screen.
loosen the tension.
you slip down your panties carefully, tossing them to the side as you spread your thighs gingerly. one of your fingers automatically linger to your nub. goodness, you let out a gasp of relief—really noticing how wet she can get you with such little time. or maybe you were unconsciously thinking about her the whole time instead of those girls earlier.
you quickly lick your wet finger, hands moving back to your phone to type something crazy.
“what if im not wearing my panties anymore!!”
“???”
“You’re lying”
“Liar”
she’s being cautious.
“why would i lie, abby???”
“Why would you take them off knowing you’re talking to me?”
“Me of all people?”
she thinks it’s too good to be true.
but hey, at least she’s knows the way she acts is wrong.
man, the idea of teasing her over text so sounds so good right now. man, you might become a little reckless.
“what if i want you to know about it, abby?”
“thinking about me with no panties on? bare with nothing but a shirt on?”
you hardly notice how many seconds go by as your hand falls back down between your legs, middle and ring finger rubbing gentle firm circles on your pulsing clit, imagining abby’s pretty face—sweaty, even contorted with pleasure…
god, you wanna say it.
you have to.
what is there to lose?
“that photo you sent was really hot abby”
“so hot, it was the reason i slipped down my underwear.”
her text bubbles finally reappear after about thirty seconds, making you glow with lustful excitement.
“You liked it that much?”
“if my hand is between my legs, what do u think?”
“God that’s so fucking hot”
“Holy shit”
you grin widely to yourself as your cheeks grow hot, wondering what abby’s doing all alone in her room as well.
“Do you want me to send you another photo?”
“I can”
“If you want”
she’s so much more wrapped around your finger than you realized.
“only if you want to abbyyyyy”
your hand continues rubbing your rock solid clit slower with more force, getting more turned on by the second—truly understanding you’re sexting the one person you never thought you’d be on good on terms with.
you whine softly from your fingers—craving more. you instantly reach for your vibrator in your nightstand, needing that overstimulating hot sting.
you click on your cute little vibrator, the shape of it being formed as a little bunny, such a contrast to the situation. with a lipbite, you move the buzzing bunny tail between your pretty pussy lips, jolting with a moan at the sensitivity. gladly, your parents weren’t home.
| “abby😾” sent an Image |
good lord.
you pick up your phone, the stimulation adding to the moment as your eyes lock onto the picture of abby.
the image is of abby’s lower torso, her soft thick abs, still a little wet with her sweat—accompanied with her thumb near-by, teasingly pulling down the waistband of her boxers, revealing the skin of her hip…and some of her deep-blonde bush.
“I wna see U 2”
“That OK?”
the way she’s typing…you wonder if a hand is in her pants.
“it’s perfectly ok, abs 😋”
you remove your toy from your pussy lips, immediately opening the camera app on your phone. you lean the camera away from your upper body, only allowing your bare thighs to be revealed—the slickness wetting a bit of your inner thighs just right and you even let a bit of your own bush to be seen as well.
you bit your bottom lip with an eager grin, clicking the message app and selecting the enticing photo of yourself. you send it. god, abby being attracted to you is everything you’ve ever wanted. how come you haven’t done this earlier?
“This is insane fuck”
“we’d look pretty hot on top of each other if u stopped coming for my throat💝”
you giggle quietly as you reveal the honest truth, ponderous of what abby will text right back as your noisy vibrator kisses your clit so well.
“Say the word and I’ll never lay a hand on you again baby”
baby? oh, that just got you wetter.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
so demanding, whew, it’s so damn sexy when she isn’t being a bitch.
“mhm, abby”
“So am I”
you chuckle with a squeal, the idea of abby’s fingers hidden within her boxers makes you overwhelming ecstatic for some reason—most likely from disbelief you have this strong mean girl touching herself to you.
you type tensely, hips bucking against the humming toy as your gentle moans grow louder and louder, the sensation becoming too fucking good.
“does it feel good, abby?”
“U wanna hear how good I’m feeling?”
you raise an eyebrow, the next message making your eyes roll back for an abrupt second with a large smile.
“Do u wanna call?”
you have to.
you need to.
you don’t think twice before responding.
“sureeeeee”
her contact comes up on screen—and you can tell she wasted no time on clicking the phone option.
you stare at the enlarged image of her contact for a second—abby’s huge smile as she snuggles with her pet dog, Alice, on her bed, head resting on your thigh. it’s a photo you took on her birthday five years ago. oh. you’re going to call abby. older abby. miss “mature” and different abby. god, you really take in the situation. this is going to be so fucking amazing.
you answer the phone, bringing it to your ear—the coolness of your screen against your hot red ear enhancing the nerve-wracking silence, thrilling you for what’s to come next.
“…hi, abby.” you cheekily grin with your words, your sensual voice so doing numbers on abby.
you promptly hear her shaken tone, her breath coming in as a small pant, “Hey.”
“abby.” you begin, feeling your confidence skyrocket as you wind your hips against the lower sensitivity of your vibrator. you whisper with a flirty pause, “—are you wearing your boxers?”
your delicate huffs sound heavenly, making abby softly snicker with awe that this is all finally happening. a sudden sound you’ve never heard leaves her lips, a charming choked out gasp, “I am, y-yeah.”
abby harshly groans, the noise inducing the image of her open mouth and pretty lashes shut, creating an unconscious decision of clicking the next level of the vibrator. you grin widely with a sexy low coo, “i want you to take them off then, baby.”
she winces at your words, softly humming with her sultry voice, “Mhm, mhm, anything for you.” you can hear shuffling of fabric through the phone—slightly muffled but shit, you can only imagine how fucking good the creamy skin of her thighs look bare.
you smirk to yourself, biting down on your tongue as you grind against your vibrator, “are they off, abs?—”
“—Are you using something?” abby’s breathless sexy voice pierces your sounds—the loud buzzing very noticeable on her end.
“…maybe.” you tease with a little laugh followed with a small high-pitched squeak escaping your throat, “it just felt so so good…I had to use a little toy, abigail.”
“Fuck, you’re so...” abby grunts, her wetness thick enough to be heard through the phone. one of abby’s frantic whines reverberates in your ear, definitely becoming something you’ll think about regularly—she cries out, her voice full of desperation, “I wanna see your pussy so bad.”
your smug playful tone falls to a whisper, full of tease, “you wanna see how wet I got? how wet I got thinking about your pussy?”
“—Holy shit, uh-huh.” abby shakily exhales, panting with a certain type of nervousness that excites you. you clench your own eyes shut, rubbing your toy in slow circles against your protruding nub, really thinking about abby’s thick fingers around her own clit—masturbating in time with you.
ugh, you wonder how delicious her gorgeous cunt would look, how perfect it’d taste.
“instead of your fingers, imagine my face, abby.” you giggle softly, enjoying the hell out of reducing her to these pathetic quivering pants. your back arches off the bed as you moan with a cocky groan, “my tongue sucking on your juicy clit, loving how pretty and hard it is all for me.” abby lets out an ecstatic whimper at your words—the sexy sound full of power-less submission.
your small moans have such an effect on abby, the idea of you touching yourself on the other line is heightening the situation for her terrifyingly. you press your vibrator roughly against your throbbing clit as you chuckle, “abby, stick a finger in—”
“I already have two in.” abby replies with a sultry cry of a gasp, the lewd sounds of her wetness faintly heard moving in rhythm in the background of the call, making you smirk with so much satisfaction.
“so eager for someone you aren’t very fond of.” you whimper, smile widening as you roll yourself roughly against your toy, mind spinning as you imagine abby beside you, her legs spread, moist body, sweaty musk…
“Oh—I’m very fond of you.” abby groans abruptly, her calm pants growing rapid with severity.
“then why do you love starting fights with me?” you grumble with a small laugh, mouth suddenly falling open and eyes rolling back every now and then because every word she mutters gets your dripping pussy wetter by the second.
“I—I just…” she starts with a nervous squeak, “I have no fucking idea how to tell you how I feel.” abby sighs loudly with a sob of a moan, “Shit, I’m literally finger-fucking myself to you right now since I can’t bring myself to, god—“ she whines roughly with a high-pitched tone of fear, “—to letting you know i’ve had the fattest crush on you for like ever.”
“really?” your own strained response is so hot, abby can’t help but think of herself fingering you as her own fingers graze her tight velvety walls.
“Really.” abby softly murmurs with a frantic shake of her voice. she quietly speaks, her tone softening, “I’m having a party over at my place in twenty minutes.”
your eyes part with the idea that’s on both your minds.
“The frat guys from my team wanted to have a get-together for last night’s win since today’s Friday.” abby pants with a hitched breath of her words, attempting to hold back her sounds to talk clearly just for you, her next sentence most definitely catching you off-guard, “I—uh, bought a strap…like a billion years ago. I don’t know if you’re into that kind of stuff…but—uh…”
dead silence.
“Are you, baby?”
“—i’ll be there in fifteen, abby.”
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you stumble against abby’s front door, silky pink spaghetti tight dress which was in the back of your closet catches on the doorknob as you almost trip on the people chatting on her porch. the blaring music and loud shouting within the house pierces your ears like a wave as you enter inside.
you push past those with red cups, the rough scent of alcohol and weed in the air suddenly overpowering your senses. you scan abby’s warmly lit crowded living room, attempting to find her long braid and strong shoulders in the groups of cramped blabbering kids.
you walk through the living room, people turning heads at your unfamiliar sexy figure. you mumble, “—excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” as you press against towering dudes and gossiping sorority girls in the entrance of the kitchen.
you gawk at the fridge, by the pantry, at the island, near the sink and by the chairs.
fuck, she isn’t there either.
you press your thighs together as you notice a couple making out against the fridge, craving the idea of abby’s pouty lips.
you catch sight of one of abby’s teammates slouched against the wall of the hallway outside the kitchen, casually speaking with a new girlfriend. hey, it’s manny. he’s been growing out a beard which is making him look hilariously older. wait, maybe you can ask him! you move past some kids who’re noisily playing spin the bottle on the counter, catching his gaze with your eyes wide with need which is badly disguised as concern, “hey—have you seen abby?”
“Abs—?” manny looks around down the hall to the loud living room, his accent reminding you when abby used to hang out with him when she’d ask him to help tutor her for her Spanish classes a long time ago, “Hmm—she’s…I actually think she’s upstairs.” you nod with a thanks, turning and heading towards the staircase which is draped with kids drinking and conversing—however, manny grips your wrist tightly, catching you mid-step, “Be careful though.” he lowers his tone with an uneasy eyebrow raise, “I know how she fucks you up. Please be sure to knock on Abs’ door so we don’t have to call the cops or something.”
god, was it really that bad? all this time? you try to recall every-time you fought with abby, somehow only capable of remembering how bad the subtle sexual tension was—absolutely forgetting the fear factor and only how much you loved the way she touched you.
“got it.” you chuckle with gratitude, shaking your head as you make your way into the hall towards the stairs. “thanks, manny.”
~~~
abby’s nervously pacing upstairs in her stuffy bedroom, the heat accumulating from when she blow-dried her hair and neatly braided it. god, she wants to look her fucking best for you. abby had taken a quick shower after letting her friends in—gladly realizing they brought food, drinks and everything, already half-figuring out abby was trying to impress a girl.
abby threw on a white t-shirt, no bra—with loose shorts over her definitely soaked boxers. she slips a pair of slides on and heads out down the stairs with a quiver in her step.
her. you. sex.
this is wrecking her mind.
this has to be a dream.
she must’ve fallen asleep or something.
she’s had to.
“What’s up, Abs?” —“Sweet party, Abigail!”—“This beer is so good, Abby.” —are loud greetings which meet abby’s unaware frame as she wobbles down the stairs—drenched pussy grinding with each step. abby’s shameful eyes avoid her friends, feeling a little wrong for how badly she’s going to be neglecting everyone in search for you. “Hey, guys.” abby quietly—almost uncomfortably replies, making way into the hallway, turning into the packed living room, curiosity eating her alive if you’ve gotten here yet.
abby’s eyes drift along the full couch, the coffee table littered with drinks and snacks, the walls huddled with familiar faces who still didn’t involve you. she makes her way into the kitchen—pout growing as you’re no where to be seen.
abby’s chest aches with doubt, terrified you could’ve set her up to get back at her after all these years of tormenting you.
she walks back into the living room where all at once, a handful of her rowdy teammates getting off the couch with their half-finished beers in their grasps, drunkenly hoot, yell, slap at abby’s back, attempt to mess up her well-done braid and even pinch at her cheeks,
“Good job last night, Abs!”— “Thanks for letting us host the party here!” — “Don’t get all the pussy tonight, Abigail!”
abby softly laughs at the compliments, the last one making her glow a shade of scarlet. she nods awkwardly with a gritted smile—expression fading into uncertainty as she slithers out of the group of guys and back into the hallway—sighing as she decides to go back upstairs to maybe call you or something.
without warning, abby hears the word manny and your face slams hard into her chest, making you bounce back slightly with a yelp.
“shit!—i’m so sorry.” you immediately apologize with a laugh, rubbing your forehead, “oh—uhm, have you seen abby?” your eyes remain shut as you try to fix your mascara with a finger, suddenly reminding yourself to scramble in your cluttered purse for your lip gloss, “—honestly, i don’t think she’d be upstairs, and oh, if you don’t know abby, she’s the tall, pretty blonde—oh, WHAT am I talking about!? of course you know abby, everyone knows abby and if…”
your words trail cut off as you raise your head, twisting open your lip gloss—gaze meeting the wide-eyed freckled girl.
“abby.” you softly whisper, eyes wandering her huge body.
abby’s own eyes naturally linger to your cleavage, casual quick natural makeup and further down at how short your dress is.
she stutters, gaze pure of aroused awe, “Y-you look nice.”
the clamorous music creates an atmosphere so stimulating, enticing the idea of making out with her right here, right now.
no words swap between you for about ten seconds before you take a step forward, hand moving to grab her wrist—her skin beneath your fingers feels different and more familiar than ever before, the electric air contributing to making you feel like the only two girls in the world. you stare up at her with your doe eyes, letting them practically speak for you.
abby gazes back deeply at what seems to be your genuine fuck-me eyes, her boxers at this point feeling so bothersome. abby leans down by your ear, her eyes big with craving as she whispers,
“So…do you wanna go upstairs?”
you nod slowly, taking in how juicy her lips really look this up close. abby pulls back, braid swishing as she glances down the hall and at the staircase before looking down at you, eyes locking onto yours. “Alright. Come on.” abby eagerly pulls you along behind her, hand gripping yours tightly as you both make your way up the stairs.
holy fuck, are you gonna have insane lesbian sex with abby?
your “bully?”
you gawk up at abby’s huge shoulders, her scent she must’ve sprayed on now stirring those erotic motors in your brain.
each damn thump of the stairs, each fucking step up into the darkly lit second floor excites you…since…maybe you didn’t put a pair of panties on.
abby’s familiar room comes into your view, making you bite your lip with curiosity because how is this going to go?
abby opens her door, gripping the doorknob with an anxious hold that goes unnoticed by you—well, maybe since you’re a little distracted by wondering how good abby would looking sweating and half-lidded. she walks slowly inside, the tension already making her heart race with the booming music downstairs quieting as she carefully pulls you into the room.
your eyes scan her room, the low lighting creating an unsettling and calm aura that seems timid yet provocative. however, somehow, nostalgic unfamiliarity shines right back you from the view of how beautifully abby’s walls have changed since the last time you were there. you can tell she’s most definitely matured and maybe even wallowed in her own feelings from the vulnerability plastered on her walls of Hozier and Phoebe Bridgers albums. your eyes land on her bed, a little familiar round teddy bear and ontop of her white sheets lays a blanket littered with cartoon puppies winking—pushed slightly to the side, clearly showing how abby must’ve been embarrassed about you seeing again from the last time you came over.
abby sighs deeply, the sound bringing your attention back to her tall frame. her body is closer than you remember, causing you to lean back a bit with nervousness.
“May I—uh,” abby looks around awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours as her big hands fidget, “—Ask how much…uhm.” she tilts her head to the side with a wince, voice raising with a wave of her embarassed hands, “How much, you know like how much…”
abby puts a hand to her face, dragging her fingers along her freckled cheeks with a lack of energy before she finally blurts it out, gaining confidence with a deep exhale, “How many inches you can take?”
your eyes widen, pussy suddenly pulses and a playful smirk grows—so baffled how this mean girl is suddenly a mess, “whatever is okay.” you tease, tittering on your toes, bouncing up and down with sweet eagerness.
“I just don’t wanna end up hurting you.” abby scoffs, eyes leaving yours again as she places a hand on her shoulder, rubbing the probably sore muscle.
you mutter under your breath with a sing-song voice, “all those fights and you didn’t seem to care then...” your eyes roll with mischief—letting them drift to her nightstand which you realize still has a framed photo of you and her on it.
your eyes soften for a moment, reminiscing where that photo was taken. it was one of your first “friendship dates” as you loved calling them.
abby had taken you to the aquarium for a day out together. she bought you a little shark plushie as a gift before heading out and having lunch on the beach together—and on the beach—you asked an old couple near by to take a photo of the two of you. the photo captured how you were both tanning and in silly bikinis, wildly sprawling on top of each other with the prettiest smiles. her touch even then drove you crazy.
…saddest thing is that was one of the last times you hung out.
what most stood out was how you had held hands that day and your feelings had evolved into something new somehow.
maybe something did light up in your chest under the blue hue, surrounded by the big tanks of beautifully colored fish and spotted seals, the soft magical ambience humming in the background and abby—by your side, her pretty big eyes watching your every smile when she explained each sea creature in detail.
“The fuck is that suppose to mean?” abby’s voice is sharp, the classic full of defense tone automatically making you chuckle.
“you care about my pussy but not all the bruises?” you look around her room with a smug smile, taking a step forward, pointer finger pressing against her firm chest, “not the marks…memories?”
abby squints, her stance growing with controlled anger as she grips your wrist roughly—pulling it down by your side, “Don’t talk about us like you know.”
“what don’t I know abby?” you groan, using both your hands to harshly push her away from you, “I know you’re the piece of shit who practically abandoned me in high school!—”
“—I didn’t abandon you.” abby chimes in, her unbothered stern tone egging you on.
you exclaim with scoff, your voice raising, “abandon me? not only did you abandon me—you started fucking fighting me!” you whine with another shove at her chest, “you made me seem like a damn freak, abby!”
abby catches herself as she stumbles, calmly resting her weight on one hip as she tosses her head back, seeming annoyed by your words, “abigail, do you not realized how fucked that is?” you take another step forward, eyes not leaving her damn face, curious if she’ll realize how stupid it really all was. your consoling voice lowers with pain and sympathy, “me, abby, me—you knew me, you loved me.”
you put your hands on her warm, piping hot skin of her arms, caressing down her biceps to her wrists, taking her hands in yours. “abby. you could’ve spoken to me—”
abby swiftly grabs your forearms, making you both unsteadily wobble for dominance as she tries to get you down like she always does. you resist her shoving, arms thrashing in attempt to stop her. you squeak with a grunt, “you, fuck—! abby!” one of abby’s hands crawl up your throat, distracting you as her foot kicks behind your ankles, making you immediately lose your footing—tripping back and landing onto her bed with an irate cry as abby immediately pursues, shoving you onto your side and onto your stomach, falling behind you, big body pressing against your back. her clumsy hands, one grabbing at your nape tightly and the other pinning your wrists behind your waist, firmly presses you down with force.
you thrash with a furious pant, sighing heavily in her fluffy sheets with how she can’t fathom an average conversation anymore, “god, abby, you piece of shit—!”
“—Hey, hey,“ abby pants, her honey-coated voice full of edge, “—Listen, please. You don’t understand.” abby’s lips brush against your shoulder, her hot breath grazing your ear. “I didn’t abandon you.” abby sighs with a groan of regret, “It felt like you…abandoned me.” her sudden soft tone is full with misery, “…It was like you wanted to be with every other fucking girl except me.”
you stop writhing, eyes slowly widening. her hand on your nape and wrists loosens with immediate relief of her words. her hands trail down your waist as you look over your shoulder to see her calm and saddened face.
abby’s freckled face contorts with a wince as her hands crawl up your sides to embrace you, her hands unconsciously holding your breasts as she hugs you carefully. she rests her whole body on your back, planting her chin on your shoulder— cuddling you with a pout.
“…Did you ever feel anything for me?”
your big eyes stare at abby beside your shoulder, the confession making her glow different. you slowly nod with knitted brows, gaze watching her pretty pink lips. you quietly murmur, “i…abby…i’m sorry.”
“—I’m sorry too. I didn’t know you felt alone like that…you know, as well.” abby’s eyes search yours with a gentle gleam as she softly plants a little affectionate kiss on your bare shoulder. abby softly mumbles, “I miss cuddling with you,” as she rests her cheek against your shoulder—the smush of her face adorably against your skin, making your heart ache with loving desire. “I miss you, abby.” you whisper, eyes wandering her gorgeous face.
a certain tension grows between the two of you as the muffled music downstairs fills the silence.
your eyes fall to her lips as hers linger to yours.
you timidly lean forward, demeanor nothing but gentle and almost forgiving—eyes flickering to hers for any chance of wanting to pull back. however…all abby’s eyes do are grow large with surprise as she herself moves forward as well, closing the space between the two of you meticulously. your lips slowly meet with unapologetic destiny.
abby’s lips are more plump and even dreamier than you recall them being.
you don’t pull back. neither does she.
abby’s taste is better than you could ever imagine. your lips move even slower, sticky sounds becoming your own sensual tune, blocking out the stupid horny music playing downstairs. abby’s tongue instantly seeks entrance by grazing your lower lip, giving you the green light of forcefully plunging your own in—your eagerness becoming her new favorite thing. she unwraps her arms from your body, leaning up for a second, her hands ruffling the sheets beside you but not leaving your lips as she carefully helps you turn on your back comfortably.
your hands rub along abby’s biceps to her clothed shoulders as one of her hands tenderly tangle into the back of your head of hair, cradling you close, gently tugging at the root as you both begin swaying against each other with your own rhythm. truly between all the bruises and bitchy comments—a completely unsung melody unfolds as you spread your legs languidly, allowing her to place her lower half against your most definitely soaked folds. abby moans softly as her clit rubs against your hidden cunt, her hand falling from your hair and down to roam your chest—her soft fingers squeezing your tits over and over with a continuous groping that screams teasing yet rough.
the friction of your pussies grows hot, making you both pick up the hunger of the kiss with urgency—pure eagerness and need taking over as abby grinds herself even slower against you with her heavy, thick, pretty thighs. she winces with a small squeak, her mouth gaping to let your tongues dance with a gradual ferocity. your hands roam down abby’s waist, suddenly gripping her ass, yanking her roughly forward with each roll of her hips, enhancing your equal dominance. the heat of abby’s clit is aching within her boxers, creating her movements to itch with the need to both be naked. ugh and now, you’re finally together, simply in each other’s arms, savoring what you both yearned for so damn long—it’s perfect, so fucking perfect to abby. the two of your heavy breaths fill the room, kisses becoming full of upright frenzy as the muffled music downstairs is so distant—completely losing yourselves in your own new world. your mouths ravish one another’s, swapping spit with such a violent fervor as your hands impatiently grip the waistband of her shorts, craving more of abby.
“i need you to—” you gasp, hardly incapable of speaking from how wildly abby’s practically eating your face, “—take these fucking shorts—off for me, abs.” you demand with a franticness in your tone which immediately awakes an urge deep within abby to satisfy every one of your damn desires. she nods swiftly with a heavy gulp, full of lust—her lips leaving yours and trailing along your jaw with an insatiable hunger as she hastily shoves down her shorts—quickly stepping out of them, kisses immediately falling down your neck, the sensation driving you absolutely insane. you throw your head back as abby place herself between your thighs again, winding her boxers quicker with thrilling hurry. she nips and licks the sensitive skin of your throat as her other hand lingers to the opposite side of your throat, gripping it with just the right amount of force to hold you steady.
“—Can I give you a hickey?” abby mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you with a pathetic gaze full of greed. holy fuck. how can you deny her pretty ass? …but…a hickey? everyone will see and question when you leave. wait, wait, hold on, what if you don’t leave? you respond, eyes growing large with question, “abby…can I stay over?” you smirk with a mischievous smile, “…like old times?” a sexy grin appears on abby’s pouty lips as she nods with a tilt of her head, playfully thinking, “…Sure. And I’ll take the hickey as a yes.” you chuckle cheekily, thumb brushing against her forehead, admiring how much more familiar her freckles look when she has happiness in her light.
abby’s mouth grips onto your neck, sucking the skin harshly, other hand moving up your throat—thumb slowly tracing your jaw before making its way towards your mouth, probing your sweet-tasting lips. you wince softly, the ease of sucking on abby’s thumb almost seems like a sense of relief—nonetheless, the pain of the hickey is absolutely turning you on. your eyes land on how pretty abby’s batted lashes look shut—so fucking sexy how concentrated she is on leaving a mark on you. after a couple seconds, your body is beginning to writhe against her before she removes her lips with a pop, the coolness of the air hitting your reddening skin, stinging badly like a bitch. you grumble with a whimper as her thumb leaves your lips, “—fuck, abby.” your eyes follow her rapacious gaze, practically salivating as her pink lips lock back onto yours with such severe desire. your hands instantly trail up abby’s clothed waist, so desperately tugging at her shirt, fingers gripping the fabric with a small grunt.
“Hold on, hold on.” abby coos, leaning up off your body with a small laugh, bringing her thumb back to her lips, sucking your saliva off before abruptly pulling her shirt swift over her head—the sudden sight of her bare tits plopping out catches you so off-guard. you gasp nervously with a laugh, “oh my god, abby!—” as you avert your gaze with the extra procedure of covering your eyes like an anxious dork who’s never seen a pair of boobs. this new view somehow makes you redder than the whole situation currently occurring.
“Forgot to put one on.” abby’s sultry voice makes you giggle as she leans back down with a teasing smile, gripping your forearms—carefully placing your hands from your face onto her shoulders. you chuckle cutely as you crane your head upwards to peck her lips with playfulness and comfortability, grinning sweetly with an eyeroll, “yeah, “forgot,” abby, I know you.” abby rubs her nose against yours with a small laugh before kissing the soft of your cheek then your lips—something about everything feeling so awfully correct. so right. abby’s tongue dives back between the crook of your neck, making you moan with a lip bite as your hands drift down to her chest—squeezing the plumpness of her deliciously pink bare tits, “god, i’ve always wanted to touch these.” abby groans against your throat with satisfaction, the need to fuck you—cherish you—feels like nothing like she’s ever felt before. you fondle abby’s nipples, rolling her sensitiveness with pleasurable pinches as her hands trace down your lower back, gripping the fabric of your dress, eyes meeting yours for mutual confirmation. a small snicker of mischief leaves your lips, hinting something. you whisper with a smug smile, “…I’m not wearing any panties.”
abby begins pulling your dress up roughly with a little eye roll and an obviously turned-on sigh, “….You’re fucking something, god—didn’t know you could be like this.” abby completely rolls your dress up, your pretty bush being revealed with utter secrecy. her eyes wander up your torso and to your chest—your plump tits looking ethereally appetizing. she groans under her breath with a whimper, “All this…just for me. This is so crazy.” you nod gently with a growing half-lidded smile and a needy gaze, your hands fumbling with abby’s big ones as you help each other help pull your dress over your head. your seductive gaze pleads as you mumble with a soft moan, “—baby, I want your mouth on my pussy.” abby exhales heavily with a breathless wince, her clumsy hands tossing your dress to the side of the bed, moving back to roughly grip your thighs, “Of course, yes—fuck yeah.” abby pulls you closer the edge of the bed, large hands yanking you nearer her body as she kneels down hastily to her knees—the view of your pussy making abby wince with a furrow of her brow, thumb immediately seeking your clit. she whispers with a breathless exhale, “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.” you jolt with a gasp as the pad of her thumb circles your clit with apprehensiveness before she comfortablely places two more fingers on your cunt, stroking your dripping divinity—lowering her voice with amazement, “Shit, baby, you are so fucking wet.” you squeak with a whimper at the heat of your cunt against her gentle fingertips, “mmm—abby, just eat me out, p-please.” your words make abby’s eyes gleam with hunger, quickly removing her fingers from your pussy and placing both hands tightly around your thighs.
her hot breath fans over your clit as she places a gentle kiss on your nub—the second kiss, full of the rough of her tongue, sending an immediate shiver down your spine. you groan softly with a throw of your head back, eyes fluttering shut as abby moans against your pussy, eyes flickering up at you with an eager glint in her eye, watching as you twitch at her simple movements. your scent is deliciously overwhelming for abby’s virgin ass, making her mumbles with a big smile, “You smell so good and you’re so sensitive…This is gonna be so fucking fun.” abby mutters with a little laugh, the reverberations of her words letting a desperate moan slip from your lips as abby hurriedly buries her hot, sticky mouth in between your erotically hairy pussy lips—wasting no time ravishing your raw delicacy, the loud smacking of her lips and your wetness drives you off the damn rails. you’re so fucking drenched. so, so, beyond soaked. her casual small movements might make you cum quick…shit. you buck your hips against her face with a deep moan of shock, hands scrambling for her hairline as you grind onto abby’s face and nose, her tongue moving so skillfully, so heavy and not the least deliberate. she’s practically making out with your pussy and the pure sight of it is absolutely porno-worthy—however, suddenly—she quickly removes her face from between your legs, the abrupt pause making you sigh with a confused whimper as you flicker your eyes open, gaze meeting abby’s eyes.
“I have an idea.” abby consoles your little pout with a purse of her wet lips, “It’s fun, come on, just—all I want you to do is sit up.” you lean up on your elbows, eyes heavy and almost drowsy from missing the brain-melting hot sensation of her mixed spit and your juices. “Okay, grab my pillow, put it against your lower back.” you obey with a slow nod, instantly gripping her pillow from behind you, dragging it along the ruffling blankets before adjusting it nicely beneath your back. now propped up, you’re capable of staring down at abby horrifically better now. abby speaks carefully with a direct tone, “You see that mirror behind me? On the wall?” you raise your head slowly, still in a bit of a foggy state of lust, letting your eyes slowly find their way to your reflection—a wide rectangular mirror that you must’ve missed when walking in resting perpendicular to you. it’s somewhat hidden to the right of the door but how in the world could you miss it? you anxiously raise your eyebrows with a lip bite, eagerly listening. abby lowly requests with a smug grin, “I want you to watch me eat you out.”
before you can answer, abby immediately plunges back in between your legs, so intensely savoring your taste with large messy swipes and big kisses, strong hands tightly gripping the tender of your inner thighs steady as you arch into her touch with an uneasy moan, your slick drastically louder than before—adding to the sensitivity of each of your pathetic winces and stuttering gasps. your eyes pan up at your reflections—the butterfly-inducing sight making you fall apart with how sexy this situation has grown have it only been about ten minutes. in the mirror, abby’s head bobs and bounces roughly with so much passion, her pretty braid swaying against her large bare back, big freckled shoulders resting between your spread thighs…casually working like you’re her last meal. the sight creates a type of tightening in your chest full of alarmed arousal…hell, you don’t know how much longer you’re going to last. abby softly mumbles with little moans of enjoyment as she laps at your flavor, nose grinding against your natural and more than beautiful bush, that addition making it seem all the more raw to abby, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
you reply with a quiet nervous squeak, eyes growing unfocused while gripping handfuls of her sheets as you stare down between your plump thighs, astounded at how natural she seems at eating pussy. your hands carefully crawl from your sides to rest onto abby’s hair, caressing her head with awe, watching her every swipe with intense attraction. abby can feel your burning gaze—meeting your eyes with her half-lidded ones as she softly groans, pulling apart your pussy lips with her thick fingers with a content moan, tongue kissing your protruding and vulnerable wet nub. the sensation of her merciless warm mouth is making your pretty, puffy hard nipples raise with each of your chest’s slow heaves, desperate cries falling from your mouth as your eyes shut, voice raising abruptly,“—h-holy shit, a-abby—!”
the sounds of your juicy nectar and abby’s starving demeanor adds to every twitch of your shoulders. abby groans softly, eyes watching your every reaction, voice full of assertive and dominant care, “Mhm, mhm—you’re so sexy, lemme hear you, baby.” she wildly grinds her tongue against your cunt, messy juices so clearly now coating her chin, upper lip and nose—the sight almost becoming too much. she moans against your rock-hard sensitive clit, making you squeak with a shaky inhale as abby roughly states, “Hey. Watch the mirror, not me.” the words make you grumble with a whine, allowing your posture to readjust, eyes fighting weakness as you watch how slow and sensually you roll your hips against her face, the reflection shining the sexy scene right back at you. abby huskily groans with desperation against your clit, “Can’t wait to make this pussy mine, shit—I’m gonna fuck you so good with my dick.” holy hell, your eyes roll back at her words, thinking about how this is just the damn appetizer. worst thing is she’s so good at this simple part. thinking about her with a strap? god, you wonder how big her strap could be. will it stretch you out later? will it be deliciously girthy and long? who knows?—but all you do know is how she’ll hold you down, fuck you like you’re hers. so deep and slow. your breath becomes heavy with forming pants, staring at your own erotic sight—the fluster of your sweet cheeks, your gently bouncing plump tits, gorgeous framing hair, face of pure pleasure and fingers wrapped tightly around the roots of abby’s hair... the whole sight for abby on the other end…feels fucking unreal. her tongue swirls in timed circles on your soaked clit, the idea of you roaming her party without any panties on just…shit, all she knows is she is so fucking wet— mind completely foggy with your scent and sounds.
you whimper with a frightful quiver of your breath, eyes clenching shut, orgasm suddenly impending. a shakey strings of moans leave your lips before coming to an instant stop when abby all of a sudden leans back up—her drenched lips meeting your gaped mouth. the sudden taste of your own pussy creates a sharp, shocked gasp echoing into her mouth, your hands immediately gripping her waist tightly with need. abby nods with full authority against your lips, eyebrows furrowed with tease, comforting whispers pouring between her small kisses, “I’ll make you feel good—it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just—” and without warning, abby’s thick middle and ring finger slips into your sopping hole with ease, the full sensation within you makes you suddenly melt into her touch, breathlessly moaning against her pouty lips, “—oh my god, abby—you’re inside me—” her lips latch down onto your throat, leaving rough kisses and passionate licks down your silky shoulder, laughing cockily along your skin, “Took long enough.” her fingers delicately scissor in your leaking and welcoming pussy, sensitive walls squeezing with every slow pump of her thick digits. her palm grinds against your slick nub—causing a deep groan to leave your mouth and your eyes to widen with marvel at abby’s strong eye contact, her alluring blue eyes full of predatory desire. she mumbles with a deep swallow and a teasing smile, picking up her pace, “…Just stretching this gorgeous pussy out real quick…does it feel good?” you nod as your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling her fingers plunge deeper, casually grazing your g-spot with every thoughtful waves of her fingers.
“I think it’ll feel even better if we…” she pauses, pulling her fingers out your puckered hole, slowly leaning back up—huge body now looming over you. the sight of her bare chest…makes you bite your bottom lip with an overwhelming pain in your stomach, suddenly making you notice the nauseating feeling might be caused by need running through your veins…god, she’s so fucking hot that it’s almost painful…what the hell? you watch as abby’s digits, stringy with your wetness, cling between her lips as she licks them teasingly, sucking them slowly, “…You think you’re ready to try out my…strap?” abby’s enjoying the hell out of how she’s reduced you to a thoughtless mess. her half-lidded smirk grows as one of her fingers lingers between her teeth, her voice rough with a sweet whisper, “It’s a little…big. How’s that sound?”
your desperate doe eyes flicker with haziness as you nod slowly—gawking at her half-naked body with an intensity that leaves abby almost dumbfounded of how she hasn’t fucked you yet. an unnerving glint of wickedness shines in abby’s gaze as she leans back down, huge hand tilting your chin up—delicately kissing you with her newly mixed and tasty spit. her tongue grazes yours lips with an almost aggravatingly slowness, eyes wandering to her closet with a playfulness which definitely means it’s time. abby whispers between the gentle kiss with a smirk, “Alright. I’ll be…right back.”
abby unlocks lips, your pathetic mouth left ajar with drowsy eyes as you watch her strong body leave your hold—her delicious bare back so maddeningly sexy as she casually walks towards her closet, opening the door and flicking on the light. the view is so utterly baffling and is something you never thought would happen in a million years…abby squatting down, pretty braid over her freckled shoulder, half-naked—only in her boxers and is scrambling in a lower drawer for a strap. one she’s going to use on you.
you still can’t fucking believe it.
you pull the pillow from out under your back, tossing it to the side before flopping back against the cool sheets—nervous eyes staring up at abby’s ceiling with an impatient grin and reddening cheeks. you chew on the inside of your cheek, hands fidgeting, just raw excitement making your skin run hot as you glance over at the sound of abby’s voice, “The dick came with lube, would you like me to bring some?” her big blue eyes wander your angelic body over her shoulder, her suddenly concerned and caring demeanor becoming something you wish to see everyday. “oh….I think…” you mutter, tone slightly anxious—simply from the view of her body still managing to leave you breathless, “abby, I think,” you softly laugh, “…I think you got me wet enough.” abby nods to herself with a little snicker, acknowledging how attractive it is that all your delicious slick was caused by her. she stutters with uneasy confidence, “…Mkay…that’s…that’s good, baby.”
abby gets up with a little wobble, her boobs coming back into sight as she flickers the closet light off, shutting the door behind her—the sight of her charming body and just herself is so damn casual as if you were married and living together or something. your heart races at the silly thought, unconsciously wishing for a future together with her. hmm…maybe one day. but wait—come on!—focus on this. this godly moment you’ll remember for fucking ever…because shit…this is going to be good. abby grips the harness and strap in a tight hold, a clear blush and hesitant step in her walk tainting her intimidating stature, giving her such a cute yet brave appeal. abby makes her way in front of you with a little cheeky smile, tossing the rubber dick at you—letting it smack onto your chest and into your lap as you immediately sit up. abby steps into the harness with a calm unbalanced wiggle, staring intensely at you as you admire the toy in your grasp, making her mumble with a low chuckle, “—Think you can take it?” you softly giggle with astonishment, scoffing as you gawk at the object in your hands—thick faux veins run along the pretty lavender purple, transparent, girth of an inch and half, heavy, long, eight-inch dildo.
“oh my god, abby.” you groan with a wince—not with fear but with greed and eagerness—turning and peering at every angle of this godly piece of work. abby pulls the waistband of the harness up her hips with a small laugh, now adjusting and tightening the straps around her clothed ass, smirking, “You know, I used to try this thing on every other day.” you tilt your head, scratching your head with genuine interest, “oh, yeah?” abby reaches her hand out for the toy dick, quickly receiving it as you plop it into her hand with a smug smile, admiring her simple movements—the whole sexy sight of her getting ready just for you makes your thighs writhe with restlessness. you sigh with a small lip bite, staring at her lower-half as she shoves the base of the strap through the built-in hole on her crotch, “why’s that, abs?”
abby exhales with an embarrassed laugh, “…I’d wear it when I’d work out and, god—fuck, I’d imagine…” her big clumsy hands finish adjusting the base with ease as she shamefully avoids your gaze, moving forward to gingerly spread your legs with a bashful groan, “—I, you know, things would motivate me…for gaining stamina. Like certain things I one day wanted to do. With you.” her bold confession makes your cheeks glow red as you laugh with a bewildered smile, slightly shocked how much she thought of you when she “hated” you. “—abigail fucking anderson! you perv!” your eyes widen with astonishment as you slap at her shoulder as she leans down above you, making you fall onto your back—her big hands by your head once more. abby shrugs with a goofy smirk, “Hey—hey! The stamina I’ve gained is gonna pay off now, isn’t it?” she admires how beautiful your hair looks sprawled on her sheets…and ugh, she can’t help but wonder how good it’ll look disheveled. “You ready?” abby devilishly grins, waiting for your reply—pecking your lips reassuringly as your hands wander to her hips, letting the tip slide against your heat. you nod with a soft chuckle, “i’m too ready.” abby quietly sighs, voice wavering with uneasy determination, “Okay….Alright—Okay.”
one of abby’s hands falls between the two of you, both your gazes following the erotic scene as she grips the rubber shaft firmly, placing the tip against your dripping hole. with one careful push, abby shoves the head in slowly—sighing heavily with anxiousness of screwing it up. relief fills her chest as it pops past your tightness with a squelch, penetrating deep inside with ease. your warmth reaches the base within seconds, comforting abby’s hidden jumpy nerves—her braid falls over her shoulder, almost as an audience member of the whole sight as she rests inside you for a second, allowing you to adjust to the thrilling full sensation. abby groans with satisfaction as if she could feel it, the view of her tits and strong shoulders making everything feel even more surreal.
her eyes linger back to your face with awe, watching with a timid furrow of her brows at how your jaw slacks and your head falls back at the heavenly feeling. abby’s gaze trails back between your bodies, reaching down to grip your hips steady as she gently retracts her hips, delicately pulling out before pressing forward with the least bit of force, gawking with her own open mouth at how your juicy pussy swallows all eight-inches of her dick so effortlessly. you release a loud squeak of a gasp, incapable of being quiet from the immense pleasure. the sudden sound makes abby jerk her head back towards you, fearful of doing something wrong—she winces with a mumble under her breath, “Fuck, is it okay?—does it feel good?”
you raise your head up with a small whine of an inhale, meeting abby’s gaze as you go wide-eyed, nodding frantically at her words. abby pursues a gentle rhythm of her hips which makes your hands scramble to hold her meaty shoulders, eyes completely locking on each others as the slow pace feels like time has stopped. you whimper softly with a lip bite, continuously flickering your eyes shut, attempting to tame your noises with deep breathes. one of abby’s hands moves up to cup your face as she rocks her hips slower, letting each stroke reach all parts of you—to let you become familiar with the whole length. abby stares deeply into your largening eyes, groaning with a small smile, “You look so good like this, so fucking sexy,” she gulps heavily, eyes dropping in between your bodies once again, her nerves taking over once again as she stutters, “..Shit, h-how do you want me to fuck you? Slow, fast—What do you want me to do? What should I—“
“—abby,” you cut her off with a loud cry of a breathless moan, writhing under her with every pump of her hips, “—fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.” your chest heaves as you laugh softly, definitely surprised by how insanely fast her teasing slow strokes are getting to you. you squeak out with a plead, “abs—show me how badly you want my pussy, just—fuck me like i’m yours.”
those words ignite a fervor of lividness within abby, an uncertain low chuckle leaving her lips as her hips come to a hesitant pause, “…A-are you sure?” you angrily sigh with a groan at the agitating sweet pace—wanting more than these forgiving strokes—craving, needing the primal force you know she can provide. you grumble with a pathetic wince, “y-yes, abby and don’t you stop.” abby nervously grips your thighs, immediately picking up her pace once more at your threat. abby tilts her head as she inspects your body, dissecting your words in her head, suddenly laughing darkly, “…Fucking you like you’re mine. Hmm.” she scoffs, bringing her pace to a complete stop before she abruptly presses your thighs down hard against the bed, spreading you so wide, eyes glinting with an evilness you should fear but instead—eagerly turns you on. abby mutters with a shake of her head, “I like the sound of that.”
your breath hisses softly as you whisper with a seductive growing smile, in love with how your knees reach your elbows, “if you do…show me.” abby carefully steadies herself with a new angle of her hips at a distance which unbeknownst to you, should allow her to bottom you out with each fucking thrust. abby cockily smirks with a slow exhale, eyes flickering from you to your pussy—and almost on queue, a harsh grunt leaves abby’s lips as she slams into you—skillfully garnering sudden timed and deep thrusts—each one banging so far into you, the sexy depth making you sigh deeply with a moan as you let your head fall back with a relieved smile and eyes that flutter shut, “mmm, f-fuck—just like that, abs.” your hands linger down to rest upon abby’s, so comfortably holding her tight grip beneath your fingertips.
and oh god, abby wasn’t playing around about her stamina. her hips don’t stop, the intense and amazing pace of the constant rhythm of her strong thighs slamming against your skin—closes the space with each thrust, letting the base of the harness to noisily plap against your sticky clit in-time—just overwhelmingly adding to the sudden erotic environment so badly. the angle too is simply perfect—each pipe of abby’s hips glides into your soaked hole so damn well, your g-spot being caressed with almost no mercy as if she was a mother-fucking pro. your breath is being knocked out of you with each reckless thrust and…shit, this is so hot. being secretly fucked by abby, upstairs in the party she’s supposed to be hosting? this really is crazy.
the sight of you is so intense—your sexy squeaks, half-lidded eyes, bouncing tits, body basically folded in half—creates such a sensuality in the air as you stare with small rising whimpers at abby, who’s biting down on her bottom lip, determination written in her deep heavy pants as her eyes remain on you. you mischievously smile weakly, low eyes wandering abby’s body—feeling so in touch with your sexuality as your hands crawl up your own chest, smushing your own tits together with a teasing coo, “—your big, pretty dick feels so good, abby.”
“Mhm, yeah?” abby questions with that sexy calm tone of her voice, bringing her hips to a soft, now winding into you in a circle-like way as she leans down to your ear, the sensation of her hot breath making a shutter run down your arching back. a husky whisper falls from abby’s lips and into your ear with mean playfulness, “—Feels so good deep, hmm? So, so deep?”
you hum contently with a soft nod and a drunken gaze as you writhe up into her touch, bringing her in close for a hug—arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders. abby moves in towards your face, hands moving to grip your waist with a gentleness as she suddenly locks lips with you passionately. you response with the exact same desperate energy, one hand crawling to grip her nape harshly to pull her closer somehow, tongues intertwining with an excessive intensity. however, the affectionate spit swapping moment creates such a scene that quickly becomes more lewd as abby’s hands crawl back down, planting your thighs down so roughly for balance as she decides to work up a swift pace just to hear your sounds. she builds a new stable pace, quicker, insanely shallow thrusts from the low angle. your moving lips abruptly falter at the intense change in depth—loud echoing moans all at once filling abby’s mouth as her rhythm becomes consistent and relentless, practically pounding into you—her sharp movements making your kisses purely fall to a stop as you furrow your brows and succumb to the raw pleasure of being utterly fucked stupid.
your sensitive skin and nipples brush against abby’s silky ones—boosting the whole exciting feeling of finally touching abby skin to skin—being beneath her for another reason. her perfect tits rub against yours as if exchanging small covert kisses, seemingly contributing to the steamy idea of now being two girls who’s thrilling love is blossoming into something worth being noticed—ultimately being given a chance. that familiar hot sensation is building up in your lower stomach as abby pumps her cock into you with no kindness what-so-ever, your wetness most definitely allowing her persistent strokes to glide deeply and awfully well, threatening to pierce your sudden impending orgasm.
you smile big against her lips—coming back to your senses, eyes wandering her freckled face and fuck, you seek her touch even further as your hands scramble from her shoulders, down her back and onto her firm clothed ass, gripping her closer tightly—now burying your face in the crook of her neck—roughly inhaling her pine scent with every breath as she drives into you with such a violent passion that leaves you shaking.
abby pecks the sweet skin of your shoulder, sputtering with a breathless laugh, “I’m fucking digging in your guts and you love every bit of it, don’t you?” your eyes roll back with an elated strained mewl, your pussy clenching around her strap simply from her sultry voice, “—mmmmhm, mhm, abby—fuck me, mommy.”
oh my god. that word slips from your lips, dripping with tease—your submissive playfulness deeming your curious-self a little brave for saying a word abby dreams about you saying at night with her hand down her pants. abby moans loudly with disbelief and from how the base is grinding against her clit, the charming noise sounding so sexy as she kisses your neck, savoring your scent on her tongue as if you were a pastry, “Did you just call me mommy?”
you nod swiftly as you seductively laugh against her shoulder, the raw sound inducing butterflies within abby’s toned tummy. your hands crawl up her waist, languidly touching her creamy skin beneath your fingertips, enjoying how built and perfect her frame is in your grasp. abby slows her thrusts, deeply grinding into you as she moves onto her elbows, firmly planting them beside your head—fingers gently tangling in your hair, caressing your head in such a loving way. abby’s lips linger up your upper neck, pecking along the skin—until eventually reaching your sensitive ear. she licks and nips at the lobe, whispering with a low breathless moan, “Say it again, baby. It’ll get me even wetter.” you grumble with a little whine at her words, her saccharine tone so capable of making you melt into a greedy mess. your pretty lips teasingly linger along abby’s soft jawline as you lick her tasty skin which is beginning to gain a subtle coat of saltiness, displaying her effort and sweat soon to form in the warm room.
abby carefully pumps into you with excruciatingly slow waves of her hips, making you groan with a small smirk, “—you soaking your boxers for me, mommy?” abby nods with weakness at your syrupy sentence, her clit violently aching in her boxers from the base of strap grinding so flawlessly against her with each small thrust. her lips stay on your ear, her hot breath feeling so good as she quietly mumbles with a stutter, “Uh-huh—I’m s-so fucking wet.” your hands move up her back, pulling her tightly against you—pressing your boobs almost painfully closer as you suck on the sensitive skin of her shoulder with slick kisses, moaning against the crook of her neck, “aw, mommy’s so wet? all for me?” abby nods slowly with a gasp, her jaw falling open, your taunting words making this incredibly difficult—you whisper in her ear with a cocky tone, “i can’t wait to taste you later, mommy, when your perfect pussy is all in my mouth.”
abby’s eyes squeeze shut—the sensation of her drenched nub rubbing against the fabric of her underwear feeling so damn immaculate with the small gentle strokes—a series of small raising gasps fall from her pouty lips, containing a vulnerability that makes you groan with excitement. abby pants out with a quiver, tone shaking, “Uh-huh, uh-h-huh.” you snicker against abby’s neck, lips trailing up along her jaw and across her freckled cheek, seeking your way to her mouth. you attempt to kiss, messily groaning into abby’s mouth as your legs sneakily make way to wrap around her waist.
abby’s pink lips move so carefully, her overstimulated self softly whimpering between your sticky kisses. you grin against her lips with a hesitant squeak, the gentle rolling of her hips hitting a certain depth—sliding in deliciously with a squelch against your g-spot rather expertly. abby’s frame shakes in your grasp as her breath hitches, all of a sudden groaning with regret, noticing how badly she’s neglecting your body with her movements she deems lazy, “I’m sorry—fuck.” abby shakes her head roughly, leaving your hold, attempting to shake off the feeling of the brewing heat in her stomach in order to pursue your orgasm. her strong figure leans back up, looming over you once again as her hands wander down your waist to tightly grip the hot flesh of your hips, anxiously mumbling, “I-I’m so sorry—can’t let myself go like that before knowing you haven’t screamed my name yet.” your cloudy mind spins as abby’s thrusts construct a new pace, unknowing to how her mind is purely set on your needs only. her grinds finally end and gain more confidence as she gulps heavily, eyes trailing your soft body with a small timid quiver. you grumble with a laugh, smirking at her “chilvarous” wobbling frame, “miss big strong abby couldn’t take it anymore, hmm?”
abby squints with a deep exhale, trying to come back to reality—an embarrassed smile spreading across her lips before her voice hikes with sass, “Who said that?” abby chuckles with a huff of playful anger as her big hands firmly grab your thighs, spreading them roughly, letting your ankles wrap around her ass before, without warning, she suddenly bangs into you with firm, harsh thrusts, enunciating her words with each slap of skin, “Listen, I can go—all—fucking—night—Can you? —Slut?” the demeaning name slips off her tongue with cruelty and surprisingly enough…you rather enjoy it. the familiarly and sharpness was something you were so used to and even something you began learning to crave. and at this moment…holy fucking hell. the sudden rough rhythm and her vulgar words makes you see stars, completely throwing you off-guard and filling you with fearful ecstasy. the sensation grants your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a gaping mouth that hangs open in a silent scream. you squeak out small gasps, breath escaping as high-pitched pants as you clench fist-fulls of her sheets beside you tightly with eager desperation, practically hanging on for dear life with each jolting slam. you deeply groan with an alarmed yelp as abby positions herself with a little readjust, suddenly hitting that perfect spot inside you, the girth making you feel so insanely full, stretching you out deliciously with each stroke of her effortless hips. you beg desperately with a knit of your eyebrows, strained words pouring from your pretty lips, “…a-aw, yes—mommy—don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t—I fucking won’t till you cum all over my cock.” abby’s breath shakes as she furiously rams into you, her effort shining as she grips the soft skin of your thighs harder, staring intensely at the way your doe eyes fill with grave panic. with a large evil smirk, abby coos with a condescending taunt, fingers digging into your thighs with a pleasurable sting, “Take it. You can take it—You did this to yourself getting me all turned on over text.”
abby laughs darkly at her now violent pace, panting with sexy grunts, watching your tits bounce like a hypnotic lesbian attraction. the tune of her creaking bed and your combined noises is so loud as the headboard repeatedly slams against her wall—god, you really hope nobody suspects anything downstairs.
but fuck, wouldn’t that be so sexy? the chorus of two voices—both female—sounding so raw and taboo behind the door and not just anyone’s door—but abby’s door. they could spread rumors, gossiping that abby, the awkward charming cutie, is not only good at football but is even better at fucking girls into her mattress fearlessly during a party. your thoughts spiral at the idea of getting caught—completely adding to the secretive environment and the outright smell of lesbian sex.
abby chuckles with a low moan, staring down at your enticing hairy mound—only imagining how gaped your entrance must be, “Look at that, this perfect pussy can take a pounding.” she remarks with a snarky grin, “If I knew this—damn, I’d come over and fuck you raw every night after we fight.” she shakes her head with a stupid smile, the image in her mind driving her hips to taunting pace, now garnering ruthless, even, gradual rams, the pure simplicity—reaches your throbbing cervix, letting drool leak from your parted lips. abby groans with a harsh blink, fingertips pressing so hard into your thighs, most definitely leaving fierce bruises. abby pants with rough grunts, mind spinning, clit brutally pulsing from all sorts of ideas of fucking you, “Every position,” she winces with astounded arousal, “I’ll be so buried in your slutty hole that when I pull out—you’ll cry for more of my big fat cock.” her words create such erotic vivid images, becoming the sprinkle on top of your imminent climbing orgasm. your sounds fall to a silence in the piping hot room and all abby can see is the whites of your eyes—the scene of your intense pleasure quickly being tattooed in her brain.
abby’s pride cruelly gleams as all of a sudden, she takes one of your legs and throws it over her thick freckled shoulder—making you sob with a wince of an eager desperate smile—the sight forging a moan from abby’s lips with a pleased squeal as droplets of sweat gather down her temples. she knows all too well she’s accomplishing her fucking job impeccably with thrusts that have you not wanting enough…and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.
abby growls, fucking growls, adjusting herself over you, big palms pressing near your shoulders as your knee rests firmly against your chest—your sweaty bodies bouncing together with every eye-rolling pound—the striking far depth turning you to complete mush. your breathing comes out in trembles from how horrifically hard abby’s slick thighs violently slam into you. abby maintains complete eye contact, gawking with a furious lip-bite at your award-winning fall apart of your arriving orgasm with a deep groan, panting louder with her husky sweet voice, “Mmm—You fucking love this dick, hmm, baby?” you agree with a frantic nod and a guttural moan, tongue lolling out erotically as every stroke slides in and out from the shaft to the absolute hilt. the panic-stricken raise of your boobs makes abby’s eyes glow—but not with the potential you’ve seen. her predatory eyes are missing something. you groan with fragile whimpers as your eyes wander her freckled face, trailing down her shoulders, finally finding its way down her arms and to her big hands. you suddenly notice the lack of a certain heat in your heart, completely confusing you as you’re used to being beneath her all the time. but again, something else is missing. something so crucial. that specific thing that thrills you when you get pinned down by abby.
her fucking hands around your throat.
holy shit.
that’s it. you rush to suggest it, grumbling with a pathetic wince—so utterly sure that abby will abide the request knowing her sexy desires align rather too well with yours. you quiver with a pout, breath hitching with a moan, “c-choke me, abby.”
abby’s body pauses with a jolt, her eyes widening with what looks like pure disbelief—your words practically stopping her in her tracks. she scans your face with an eyebrow raise and a heaving chest, tilting her head with a teasing smile—really processing what you just asked her. her eyes, god, her eyes, that sexy gaze of hers shines. shines with hunger. with pure sadistic hunger.
with no hesitation—she hastily pulls your leg off her shoulder, both hands moving forward to seek your soft throat. abby’s heavy hands feel comforting in a way as she sighs roughly with a chilling reassurance, “Tell me if it gets too much.” her soft care still seems to be there, underlying all this cruel behavior you deep down realized you kinda love.
with no warning—once again, abby’s hips resume banging into your spread aching thighs, her strong hands forcefully gripping your throat—already so quickly restricting your airway—their thickness and pressure resulting in your eyes immediately losing focus. shit, you feel sedated—incapable of forming a single thought from how terribly the thrilling factor enhances the sensation of her brutal pace so fucking badly. abby’s hips are not a single bit hesitant as your cunt contracts from the raw pleasure, threatening to make her slip out. she leans forward a bit, the whole of her weight practically being transferred down onto your throat as the source of balance for her huge frame—and god, it’s incredibly overstimulating in the right way. you weakly gasp with a drowsy grateful smile, watching as abby groans with a mocking grin, “Such a fucking whore getting off to me choking you.” she smirks with a head shake, talking as if her boxers didn’t get 10x stickier at your wishes of this kinky shit. abby’s grip tightens on your throat harder—leaning even further onto you—forcefully pressing you into the mattress with her raw strength, the sudden cruel light-headed sensation making you feel like you’re floating. “Fuckin’ slut. My fuckin’ slut.” abby spits out wickedly with a gritted content smile, control coursing through her veins as she gawks at your darkening red desperate face, noticing how sexy of a mess you’ve become with your glassy eyes, fucked up head of hair, chin wet with drool, and the ethereal view below—a sheen of sweat coating your angelic body, allowing you to glisten like her most pornographic dreams.
abby’s thrusts heighten with a new vigor, confidently sinking hard into you—the tip continuously drilling harshly against your g-spot. the perfect sight of her abby’s slick biceps, collarbone, small bouncing tits and drenched face grow blurry as the chest-tightening feeling is sprouting with a severity that is corrupting all and everyone of your senses. abby’s pushing you over the edge and not from pissing you off as per usual but by fucking you senseless like a damn slut.
each vicious slam of her hips rams into your overly sensitive cervix—creating such a toe-curling consistency as you silently squeak with an urgent franticness, the lack of oxygen adding to your fragile climax like a motherfucker. you finally hit your fucking limit—mind going utterly white as your eyes roll back, body going completely limp, mouth left ajar—ragged choked gasps leaving your throat—the room echoing only with the sound of your pussy squelching and the skin of abby’s hips. the sight depicting how she’s broken all of you. every part of you. abby watches you intensely, eyes dilating, her, wet with sweat, or effort—cheeks flushed a bright red, really processing she’s made you finish. made you cum. in her own bedroom. you.
slowly, abby’s eyes soften as she carefully loosens her hold on your throat, hands now moving to caress your hairline with deep exhales. you choke out a gasp—harshly panting, chest rising and falling with utter shock, dangerously unaware to how badly you needed air. your velvety walls force abby to faltering slow grinds, a soothing rhythm that leaves your legs shaking with an embarrassed quiver as you writhe with eyes that flutter shut over and over, still in absolute awe from how fucking good her stroke game is. abby watches your every movement intently, softly groaning under her breath, gaze trailing your shattered sexy frame, “Mhm, mhm, ride that orgasm out—mhm, look at me.” you lazily raise your head up to meet abby’s heavy gaze with half-lidded eyes—the sudden eye contact of her big blue eyes allows such a sensual intimacy to form between the two of you at this very moment. you wave your hips delicately up into her slow pumps, jerking with little overstimulated winces. abby’s condescending demeanor seems to have vanished, replacing with a consideration that adds to your newly established bond of trust.
abby’s gaze glimmers with care and attraction, cooing with that kind and sultry edge that makes you bite down on your bottom lip, “Shit, baby, you don’t know how good you look like this...” you sweetly smile with a cheeky glint, eyes falling onto abby’s slick torso, her thick abs and just her herself becoming more attractive post-orgasm. you lean up onto your elbows with an adoring weakness, staring at how deliciously strong her body truly is, how perfectly plump with muscle it is. your doe eyes scan her body with relaxing exhales, gulping hard as you land on abby’s now halted hips. your hand compulsively reaches out to caress her lower stomach, loving the way her body is shaking from her effort. the wetness and heat of her bare sweaty tummy makes you throb…casually letting you dip your fingers into the waistband of her hidden boxers, touching her piping hot, moist skin gathering in the fabric. you can only imagine how good she tastes, her dripping slick and wet natural musk of her sexy sweat. holy fuck. abby watches you carefully, eyes wandering your worn-out self with love and admiration, curious of what will happen next. your drooping eyes fall to her crotch—grumbling as the harness and strap are still there, blocking a meal you yearn to try. shit. you know what you want…and god, you need it. you give in, hand fully extending to the waistband of her boxers, tugging on them with a little shake. you mumble with a tired rasp of your voice, “baby.” your hand then lingers to fidget with the harness straps, fingers wobbling around the material—clearly attempting to take it off. abby’s big hands gently push yours away, breathlessly grinning, “I got it.” her clumsy fingers immediately scramble to one side, swiftly undoing the straps, her heaving chest finally seeming to come to a slow. you retract your hand, leaning back onto your elbows—staring at the charming view of abby taking off the harness and the bobbing wet strap—her pretty braid seeming like the only innocent thing out of the whole sight. your eyes glow with immediate hunger as she shimmies out of it, cute hips wiggling and finally, the large wet patch you were craving this entire time on her groin of her boxers is all on display. holy shit. it’s horrifically attractive.
you hum with a whimper at the sight, leaning to sit up—hands pulling abby by the waist roughly—making her squeak with a small laugh. you wrap your arms around her waist, chin resting on her slick torso, staring up at her through batted-lashes with desire, “…abby, you look so good.” her eyes widen with strained arousal, trailing your sexy fatigued gaze. you smile cheekily, unexpectedly flicking your tongue out against her stomach, dragging a long swipe at her drenched skin. you moan against her abs, lapping sensually along the saltiness which makes you cheerfully groan. your tongue slowly slides up her stomach and reaches her juicy gleaming tits. you eagerly pop one into your mouth with a satisfied groan, engulfing the whole thing in your mouth completely. abby rests her strong arms around your shoulders—holding you close, watching this scene unravel with awe. her small plump boob fills your mouth so perfectly, allowing you to bob your head on her silky and now goose-bumped skin. abby hisses with need, watching with a slack jaw as you swirl your tongue on her small breast, half-lidded gaze locked onto hers. you move to her other tit, small strings of teasing whimpers muffling as you glide your tongue around her hardened nipple roughly—one of your hands coming up to fondle her other wet tit, playfully squeezing and rolling the nipple.
you hungrily slobber on her titty, lips smacking and seductive glint in your eyes adding to the whole view for abby. she gasps softly with a wince, eyes fluttering shut, “Baby, fuck.” you plop her titty out of your mouth, eagerly gripping her shoulders to pull her on top you with a growing smile. you fall back onto the bed—sweaty skin so deliciously overstimulating against the sheets as your lips linger to her freckled neck. you lap up the wetness of abby’s enticing sweat, hand trailing down her large back and falling near her ass. you moan softly with a big grin, lips finding their way to hers as you spread her clothed ass mischievously, “can you get on your back, abby?” she groans with a hesitant sigh, already knowing where this is going. she leans up, hands near your shoulders, timidly shaking from how much badly she pushed her limits on strength earlier, “Are you sure—? I don’t have to cum—” you cut abby off as you roll the two of you over with a strong force, somehow on top of her all of a sudden, straddling her with a smug smile. the sight of your bouncing tits make abby flush a brighter pink as you peck her cheek with a giggle, moving down her body—licking and kissing her soft skin harshly with little loving moans, savoring her bareness as if she was a pure embellishment of lesbianism. abby whimpers as you trail down her chest and stomach with a taunting mumble, reaching her hips, “it won’t be long. I just want a little taste.”
abby throws her head back with an exhausted smile, a tinge of disbelief in her manner at your stubbornness as you jump down the edge of the bed—placing yourself between her sexy strong thighs. her eyes glow with eager worry, leaning up onto her elbows, hands nervously clenching the sheets as your pretty face moves forward, close enough to take a swipe. abby stutters with an fatigued furrow of her brows, nervousness overpowering her since it’d be so embarrassing if you found out how loud she can be, “I won’t last long…I—baby, just come lay with me, you don’t have to—” you playfully shrug, tilting your head with lips that curl into a cheeky lip bite, voice stopping her from speaking any further, “—abby, i’ll be quick,” you continue with a seductive low, eyes wandering to her wet stain, “you deserve it after fucking me so well.” you teasingly pout, fingertips rubbing along her plump thighs reassuringly, “i just wanna see it…am i not allowed to?” abby grows hesitant, fearful she’ll be a moaning mess. the loud music downstairs is still blaring, so…fuck it, right? she sighs heavily with an anxious breath, replying with a faltering mumble, “I—Just…don’t drag it out.”
you roll your eyes, chuckling softly with a devilish grin, interpreting her words as wanting you to eat her out fast and rough. abby’s mouth falls open with nervous shock, round blue eyes widening as you immediately place your whole mouth on her soaked fabric of her boxers. she squeaks out a desperate groan, letting her head fall back as you hungrily suck and lick her clothed mound, moaning against her hidden engorged clit. your hands tug the meat of her hips—gripping them roughly as you hold her steady while lapping at her drenched boxers with a content gaze. the hot fabric is an absolute menace to a sensitive girl like abby. she cries out with a small gasp, head raising slowly with a wince to watch you carefully—one of her hands moving up to hold her small boob for support as both your hands linger to gently pull down her boxers. your fingers slide into the waistband so effortlessly slow, dragging the fabric down with a tease as the cool air hits her slick skin. your gentle wet kisses along her clothed mound fall to a slow as the pulling of fabric delicately reveals abby’s pretty pussy. it’s so perfectly dirty blonde and such a full, appetizing bush—so inviting and so fucking sticky. you tug her boxers down her strong thighs and down her legs, letting them fall onto the floor—immediately diving between her legs with no concerns, only the need to make her feel so damn good. her savory scent adds to everything as you tiredly moan against her sexy swollen bare clit—face quick to be immensely covered with her juices as you wildly bury your mouth against her raw drenched pussy, enjoying her smell a little more than you should. abby’s flavor is like magic on your tongue, shining like an answer you’ve always longed for. her hips begin bucking against your face, the desperation so quick to show through—alongside her stinging sensitivity and impending orgasm not being far. not far one fucking bit.
you mumble with a half-lidded smile, staring up at her between her fat pussy lips, “you’re such a gorgeous girl, abby—so, so, pretty when you’re not all pissed.” you watch as abby’s soft whimpers pick up from hearing your voice—her chest heaving quick and attractively, strong shoulders twitching with every lick, suck and reverberations of your content moans—making you smirk with complete achievement. you swirl your tongue on abby’s painfully protruding nub, her wetness enhancing her near-by climax to fall into your mouth horribly early. you whine against her clit, wickedly grinning as one of your hands sneakily crawl up her thigh, making way to her dripping pussy. you hesitate for a moment with a locked gaze, watching her truly melt into puddy—her breathless mewls grow higher in pitch, making her seem like a completely other person…and holy shit, it’s not a bad thing abby was making it out to be. in fact, it’s so unbelievably sexy getting this mean girl to unravel into a whimpering gasping mess. two of your digits suddenly plunge into her oozing cunt, swift to curl and teasingly massaging her g-spot skillfully in an attempt to prioritize her orgasm with full force. abby squeaks out with a deep moan at the pleasurable intrusion, hips writhing into your touch instantly—letting her mouth falling ajar with a loud gasp, “Aw—fuck—!” her hands intertwine so hastily into the sheets, the large handfuls in her big hands making you chuckle eagerly as you latch your sweet lips back onto her fat clit, sucking and groaning against her with sensual moans, truly adding to the overstimulating feeling of her terribly sensitive flesh. abby practically feeds you her flavor via the sway of her hips, grinding up against your nose—filling your nostrils with her insatiable scent you can’t get a fucking enough of. the stinging sensation of abby’s pulsing nub makes her shutter with every swipe, every kiss of your devouring lips, thick thighs pressing roughly around your head with an anxious quiver. abby whines with a rapid heaving chest, braid bouncing on her boob—panting with alarm, “I can’t take it—please—fuck—I can’t—” your fingers graze deep into her with strong waves, in love with how her velvety walls pulse, the squelches of her wetness growing so fucking lewd. you murmur against her clit with a coo, “hey, but you’re doing so well—you’re being such a good girl for me, abby.”
the name makes abby’s hips stutter, alleviating her breath to begin to falter, letting them rise into pathetic winces from the overwhelming heightened sensitivity on her throbbing clit and your languid pumps of your fingers—this all to her is becoming borderline humiliating yet…exhilarating as hell. her head rests flat against the sheets, eyes clenching shut—lost in heaven as you slow the pace even further, teasingly rubbing her g-spot with an aggravating gentleness that is the farthest from mean. you press the flat of your tongue against her drenched cunt, moving side to side, frothing her slick into a bubbling mess, enjoying how badly covered your chin and part of your cheeks are with her juices. you savor her overstimulated cries leaving her pouty parted lips, eyes widening with raw greed as her hips begin to bounce up from the bed with growing urgency. you grin so widely with a mocking sing-song desperation, “…i’ll let you cum…only if you promise not to cause fights with me anymore—” you chuckle wickedly against her aching delicious flesh, “—because now I know how to make you shut up.”
abby grunts roughly with a squeak, hand slapping at the sheets, eyes meeting yours as she splutters, “N-no fights ever again—mhm—” she rapidly begs with a sob of a moan, body trembling, "—I'll be good—I’ll be a good girl." her breath becomes raspy and frantic, features contorting into utter pleasure as her thighs flutter tightly around your head, trapping you with no room to breath but all the time to ravish her to the gateways of her pathetic impending climax. with jerky fearful twitches of abby’s muscles—her biceps tense all the way down to her forearms, large hands suddenly tangling into your hair to hold you in place as she blubbers with a cry, letting her head fall back, "I-I'll never lay a hand on you ever, ever, again—“ she groans with defeat as you bob your head on her twitching clit, fingers still working into her clenching creamy warmth ruthlessly. abby’s sounds fall to a silence as she reaches her orgasm, shaking with bucking hips from your movements failing to stop for mercy.
abby’s breath hitches, strong nose scrunching harshly with a whiney moan of relief as a small warm splurt trickles from her cunt—delicately filling your mouth with surprise—followed with a bigger squirt—one that splashes against your nose and cheek, the remaining lot dripping down her slit and carefully filling her hole where your working fingers fall to a excruciating halt, the liquid quickly finding it’s way down your wrist and arm. you groan softly with bright eyes, astonishment and awe shining in your sweet demeanor as you stare down at your fingers, still deep inside her, absolutely amazed how they’re coated in a creamy white liquid. the sight makes you wince with a furrow of your brows—full of satisfaction and more-so sadness, feeling betrayed she never told you she was a fucking squirter!!?! you retract your fingers, slowly but swiftly bringing them into your mouth—sucking the new consistency of wetness off with a content whimper, desperately in love with how her flavor is now sweet yet salty. you bring your forearm up to your mouth, eagerly licking along the skin, swiping up all her dripping glory on the pad of your tongue instantaneously. unconsciously, you’ve blushed a harsh scarlet, eyes growing a little nervous as you glance up at miss worn-out abby—noting with a small lip-bite how she’s embarrassingly thrown her arm over her face, covering her freckled face with a hidden panting smile.
“uhm—hello?!” you shout with a big laugh, bringing your hands to her thighs, playfully smacking them, trying to bring to light how sexy that was whole unfolding scene was. you lean up off from your knees, quickly crawling up onto abby’s bare body, straddling her waist—ass resting her silky lower body. you stare down at her with a big smile—wiping your face with back of your hand, courteously thinking about how abby may or not want that delicious excessive slick to overpower the kisses soon to come. you jokingly grab at her arm—shoving it away roughly, suddenly giggling as abby turns her face away, keeping her eyes shut—attempting to clearly avoid your gaze from embarrassment. “abbyyyy—!” you squeal, abruptly giving in and moving down to hug and smother her neck with kisses, murmuring along her throat with a deep exhale of reminisce—hands trailing her tense shoulders and back, “shit, that was so fucking hot, abby.” her lips linger to your shoulder, pecking you a couple times before snuggling into you with a bashful sigh, trembling hands wandering your waist with an anxious eye-roll. abby’s soft tone is quivering and gentle, “…Really? You think so?” you nod with a loud mhm, no hesitation in your actions as your lips trail up her jaw, mouth immediately locking onto her pretty pink ones with gratitude. she groans in-between your kisses, your mixed tastes mingling—making her chuckle with disbelief and an intrigued cheerful grin as her fingertips graze your bare back, “…We…I can’t believe we really just fucked. Like right now.” you mumble against her lips with a little laugh, lips disconnecting with a pop, “I know right?”
you push off abby carefully with a pretty smile, flopping beside her with a bounce, cute hair sprawling onto her sheets in such an adoring way. abby immediately pulls you into a hug, bringing you close to nuzzle against her chest. your cheek rests against her small boob as her beefy freckled arms wrap around you, suddenly engulfing you in her intoxicating musk and pine scent—somehow seeming like the one place in you life where you felt like you truly belonged. abby inhales deeply, rubbing her face with her big hand, clarity finally coming back to her as she thinks to herself—gulping heavily with a gentle smile. her eyes wander back to you with a softness that makes your heart ache, “—You know. …I’m glad we did this.”
you glance up into her big blue eyes, a smirk spreading across your face as your lips casually linger to her chest, planting small kisses as you cuddle further against her, craving to be closer to her—practically needing, wanting to be in her skin somehow. you mumble with a little yawn, “—me too, abs.” your legs tangle below, rubbing earnestly together, each little brush glimmering a view which seems so absolutely pure and beautiful to a lovers eye. you grin teasingly as you rub your nose up against her warm soft collarbone, “all that stamina really did pay off.” that comment makes abby chuckle hoarsely with a tilt of her head, nodding adorably—complete affection in her gaze as she watches your beautiful face grow tired with each passing second.
the room fills with the died down music and soft chattering from downstairs—suddenly reminding you where you are. you softly sigh with a content grin, scanning abby’s freckled beauty with nothing but admiration. a sincere confession falls from your lips with a tenderness that tugs abby’s heartstrings, “abigail. I want you to know I never really hated you…never did. never will.” your hand lazily caresses the skin of her hip as you continue with a genuine knit of your brows, “…every-time you’d yell at me…I could only remember that sweet girl you used to be.” you smile to yourself, eyes trailing abby’s freckled bicep, “deep down, I knew you still were the pretty, goofy abby I knew and loved. she was just hiding from me.” your hand moves up from her waist, squeezing between her draped arm to crawl up to hold her face, touching the warmth of her sharp cheekbone—the familiarity so soft and comforting.
abby endearingly stares with full attention, eyebrows furrowed as she takes in the weight of your words. she processes your preciousness by slowly leaning forward—resting her lips against your temple, pressing a gentle kiss there with understanding, “…I never hated you either.” she grumbles with a disgusted head shake, “—God, I couldn’t stand the way I treated you.” abby rests her forehead against yours with a treasuring gaze, easing the tension by playfully pursing her lips with a little pout—cutely asking for a kiss. you softly smile with an embarrassed blush as you crane your face forward, connecting your lips together for an instant. you pull back, gaze searching abby’s big ocean eyes.
all of a sudden, abby wildly pecks your soft cheek, planting kisses over and over—making you squeal and writhe from her forceful lips. you melt into her kisses with a fulfilled heart, loving the abrupt way she pulls back with a large smile and round eyes—“Since tomorrow is Saturday,” abby gulps with an eager tone, “We can take a shower in the morning together and then I can make breakfast.” she swiftly pecks your lips one last time, “What do you say?”
you’re taken back by abby’s bold and determined itinerary for the morning after, causing your stomach to turn with excitement and outright appreciation. you quickly nod with a growing flustered smile, absolutely adoring how beautiful she really is when she simply lets herself glow with her sweet personality. you softly speak, letting your soul do the talking, “I’d like that, abby. I’d enjoy every damn second.” abby timidly grins, her eyes gleaming with joy and some fatigue.
“alright, abby—let’s get some rest. you worked too hard today with football…and…with me.” you caress her forehead, pushing back her babyhairs with a benign touch and a loving smirk, watching her features contort into a big cute yawn. you lower your voice, the soothing tone so mellow and sweet, “…what about the party, abs?” abby cheekily smiles with her resting eyes, her own words falling to a comforting whisper, “The boys will manage. I trust them.” you ruffle her hair with relief, calmly letting your hand drift back down to her waist, hugging her close. you quietly mutter, “mkay, baby,” before pressing one last kiss against her soft lips, snuggling back into the crook of her neck—allowing your own eyes to drift shut comfortably. abby’s strong warm arms cradle you close as one of her legs wrap around you, encasing you snug against her. you swallow softly, satisfaction radiating deep within your chest as you hear the sudden sound of abby’s calming, soft breathing.
however—her irresistible syrupy voice quietly breaks the still air with words that make your heart skip a beat.
“…I love you.”
butterflies erupt into a beautiful swarm in your tummy, swirling around your fluttering, glimmering heartbeat. fucking hell.
you softly reply with a sentimental strain of awe, “I love you too, abby.” she sweetly giggles with triumph, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead with pure devotion, “…I love having you like this. It’s so fucking amazing.” abby’s charming sleepy voice casts her simple last words to strike all those years of dislike away in an instant—her cherishing smile full of utter honesty, capable of being heard with your eyes shut—truly melting away every bruise and every mark,
“I hated to hate you.”
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wuz this worth the whole month wait cuz i’m so sorry💔💔😵💫 this could have a part two—containing pure fluff of the next morning!!! like cute domestic shit :p and maybe some lazy sex idk?? i feel like im decent at writing a shit ton of fluff (maybe a little better than smut) since love doesn’t always need sex to show connection fr but u tell me :3 !!
hope y’all fucked with this cuz i sure as hell did✊🌈 andddd as always gimmie feedback!!! i always wanna improve 💝!!
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a long day of teasing leads to such mean missionary.
┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: degradingyetlovingdom!abby (blue collar abs, i wrote her as a brat tamer…like omg i’m drooling) comes home to her wife—bratty :D femmesub!reader!! this fic includes, strap face-fucking—a shit ton of spit, kinda some size-kink, spitting, loads of teasing, fingering, strap-on missionary, some slapping? & the best of all time, the glorious breeding kink!! mating press :o, referring to strap as cock/dick and use of slut, brat & calling abby “mommy” cuz periodddd
┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ authors note: i made dis crazy fic…and uh it’s freaky as fuck…BUT IT’S because i NEED her babies chat!!!! and don’t we all?? this is just ovulation/whore hours hope u like how nastyyyy this is mmppghghh
the room is cool with the July night air as the windows are creaked open, the whistling wind soothing your mind. the shadows, a deep blue hue, glow with the creamy gleam of the moonlight peeking through the billowing curtains, and here you are—laying in the beams of the night sky, waiting for your wife to…fuck your fertile cunt.
it’s pretty damn late.
you’re wearing a silky pink gown.
spaghetti straps and a loose deep collar—cleavage all on display, enticing the chance of a tit slipping out. the lace trimming of the bottom edges of your gown brush against your thighs, making you shiver with each passing second.
you adjust the blankets, lifting them to uncover your body since it was beginning to get so hot with the soon to come summer heat. the gentle breeze blows up your gown, shit, you squirm, the wetness between your legs shining as…you aren’t wearing panties.
your pussy is bare—not that abby doesn’t like hair—she just gets so fucking turned on when she sees all of your pussy lips and mound slick with your wetness…the idea of you being so sexually attracted to her makes her lose her mind.
speaking of abby—she’s working late tonight. terribly late. currently, it’s at least 2am. fuck.
this week…has been hell.
literal hell.
you’re ovulating.
badly.
you haven’t had sex in about a month.
and today…you’ve constantly been thinking about abby.
so instead of keeping to yourself and asking nicely, the person you are…just doesn’t allow that. you eventually broke, leading you to sext her all evening.
you teased her.
a little too much.
“Miss you so bad Mommy”
“So sad my wife’s working too hard to come fuck me”
“Need you so deep right now baby”
unbeknownst to you and all your silly games...you pissed her off.
—since that’s not all you sent.
some pretty nudes.
cheeky voice messages.
incredibly insane things you should not receive at work.
the pictures, audios…there were tame ones in morning, intense ones at lunch, and then evening…you don’t wanna know.
abby was so caught off guard.
—her clit…ended up constantly jolting throughout the day everytime her phone dinged, anticipating whether whatever notification was a text from you or not.
god, this fucked with abby all day.
and man, you used vibrators all day and that did not completely satisfy you.
you texted her one last time earlier, about an hour ago—
“I want your babies so bad, baby.”
you sent it and haven’t checked your phone once.
you’ve never said anything like that to her.
ever.
your mind is foggy with abby. you still crave her calloused hands all over tits and hips—thick fingers in your mouth, around your throat, in your hair, anywhere just…simply on you.
your eyes are fighting fatigue as they flutter close continuously, the image of abby on you plaguing your mind and you know you have to last a little longer.
…however, you know you can’t hold up…surely, since your own breathing seems to be relaxing you further.
damn it—you finally give in to the absolute peacefulness in the air…brain calming enough to fall sweetly asleep.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
gladly, before you know it, the click of your bedroom door chimes your mind awake.
you blink discreetly, a small smile immediately appearing on your lips. there’s soft shuffling heard—followed with the kicking of shoes off and a deep exhale. the quiet tension, silence, suddenly makes your heart race.
abby’s quiet and gentle voice pierces the air, “Look who it is.”
her burning gaze is completely on you and you can feel it. you pretend to still be sleeping, shifting as if the sound of her voice made you only stir.
abby makes her way to the side of bed, pulling the blankets further off you, inspecting your body. she mumbles with a chuckle and an agitated hiss of a whisper, “…And the little slut put on my favorite fucking outfit.”
her hands trace your plump thighs, admiring what’s hers—carefully, fingertips light enough to keep her eager distance. she sighs heavily, eyes trailing your sleeping body. she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to you—making it bounce slightly with her weight of pure muscle, “Baby,” abby shakes you by your shoulder gently, “I’m back.”
you stretch softly as you blink, inhaling with a smile which grows too quick, undeniably teasing how you were definitely not asleep this entire time, “hi, abby.”
she scoffs, hand trailing from your shoulder to grope your nape roughly—an annoyed breathless laugh filling the inches she closes by moving in, and shit, she isn’t playing around. “Don’t hi me.”
“why not?” you giggle with a smug smile, your pretty face twisting with mockery, only fueling her anger further.
you try to lean up onto your elbows with your cheeky grin all on display in an attempt to give her a little kiss—which is unfortunately cut short as abby pounces at you and immediately shoves your shoulders back down with her large hands, “Uh-uh.” she states with a certain sternness that makes your pussy drip, “You really think you’re going to do anything after all those things you sent?” she gawks at your features with her hot breath fanning on your lips as she shakes her head disapprovingly, “Never have I gotten that worked up.” abby’s voice rumbled, making you bite your lip with a huge smile as one of her hands move down along your waist, “I hope you waited patiently all day.“
…you know you didn’t.
why would you?
come on, when you have a girlfriend like abby—someone so generous to give you so much freedom on buying endless things online…of course a couple sex toys would obviously be at the top of your list.
you tilt your head with a mischievous glint in your eye—“maybe i did…maybe i didn’t...” her eyes widen with a jealous smile, voice raising with a playful shock, “No fucking way.” she licks her lips with eyebrows knitted in disbelief before bursting with a mean laugh, “You mean to tell me,” she starts, looking around the messy bedsheets, poking her inner-cheek with her tongue as she notices a vibrator near her own fucking pillow, “You got to play with yourself…while you were teasing the shit out of me all damn day?”
you playfully shrug with a crimson blush, remembering how loud you were moaning all alone in the house earlier. “some of us get lucky to have fun, abby, and you…oh…you didn’t. you couldn’t.” you pout playfully—smug smirk reappearing, craving that furrow of abby’s brow when you say anything remotely shitty.
“You cruel, cruel, woman.” one of abby’s hands move to your throat—cautiously, as she leans in close, eyes piercing yours intensely, “You know,” you can hear her gritted teeth of smile in her husky voice, “I can drag it out,” you raise your eyebrows slightly, paying attention to the way her breath wafts over your lips, heightening your curiosity.
“All night. Never let you cum.”
you writhe in her hold, feeling slight discomfort in the idea of not being rewarded the orgasm she always allows. abby chuckles softly, her huge frame moving to fully be on top of you, thick thighs—clothed with her rough jeans, encaging you. she hums at your shifting, “..No, no,” like you’re a fucking puppy. like a stupid dumb puppy. how mean.
but, oh, it turns you on more than anything. how carefully assertive she can be.
“When you do things like this to me—” abby starts, a grimace appearing on her face as she leans up, now sitting on your body, ass keeping your thighs down, “You’re gonna be sorry for it.” your eyes follow her movements, watching her braid flop behind her as she pulls her thick black jacket off, the zipper chiming.
“sorry for what? sending pretty little photos of me?—aw, did it get under your skin, big girl?” your pouty lips purse with such an evil chuckle, beaming smile shining right back at abby as your hands crawl up her shirt. you nod slowly with such a condescending tone, “big girls shouldn’t get affected like that, abby. come on, what’re you, a baby? a stupid big baby?”
ugh, you love the way her eyes glint with such a murderous amount of annoyance when you purposely tease her. saying the dumbest shit you can think of.
abby grips your wrists harshly, so suddenly, swift like a wolf—voice dropping to a harsh whisper of a breath as she leans back down, tone—low, mean and blunt, only inches away from your face, “If you keep talking like that—I’ll fuck your slutty pussy so hard, so sore, so bruised, you’ll call me tomorrow mid-day and beg for me to come and do it all over again.” her big hands take hold of yours, now gently—almost as a warning, moving them to your sides as she shoves your sleepgown up slowly.
your eyes sparkle at her words, the imagery making your heart race with excitement. you bite your lip with an idea, the eager need to piss her off causes you to act out in a way where you don’t even wanna see how this ends. “i’d love to see you try to stop making me talk the way i want, abs.”
abby’s hands trail up your bare waist, fingers pushing your gown up to your neck, your bare hardening nipples enticing her more than ever, “I always forget I need to fuck this attitude out of you, you little brat.”
bingo.
your head hangs off the edge of the bed, body bare and spread, thighs wet with your leaking arousal. your doe eyes gawk up at abby, who’s terrifyingly huge frame is in front of you, big dark strap poking against your cheek, “You sexy, sexy girl—fucking this slutty bratty throat might remind you shit you do and say can have some pretty bad consequences.” abby’s hand roughly grabs your head of hair as she bucks her hips forward—strap probing beyond your lips, pushing past slow along your tongue. although abby can’t feel any of this, the control just reminds her she can treat you however she wants since anything you do…is just eye-candy to her.
your face grows with an eager big grin, loving how abby’s fingers intertwine with your hair, mean but in a way caring. as you feel the tip of her cock drive against the roof of your mouth continuously, your spit coats the head and the first couple inches. abby purrs with a sudden softening seductive tone, other hand caressing your jaw lovingly, “…But you love these consequences though, hmm, baby?” you nod sweetly, pretty eyes dreamily wide as they trail abby’s intimidating completely naked body. she mutters quietly, eyes wandering your delicate frame, “So cute and gorgeous, all for me.” abby’s tits looked so good and softly plump in the gleaming moonlight. her huge hand presses against your nape with more force, holding you with a tighter grip as she goes further into your mouth—shaft intruding past pouty lips, the head hitting the back of your throat, making you abruptly gag.
the sound makes abby chuckle sadistically, noticing how badly it made her clit flutter. the noise is…enough to egg her on to continue the cruel pace, and gosh—trust me, she isn’t a monster. there’s a good reason she’s convinced herself with—you, her sweet girl, who hasn’t been very nice today needs to be taught a lesson because how else are you gonna learn with your stubborn behavior?
“Alright, let’s get it so nice and wet.” she mumbles with a heavy gaze, adoring the way your tits bounce with each pipe of her hips—ones that are hard, the tip entering down your throat for a millisecond, so much easier than expected. fuck, your stomach suddenly flinches with every movement as your mouth is beginning to resist. you splutter around the rubber, eyes winding shut. abby grunts with a loud excited laugh, “Shit—that’s what I like to hear.”
abby slams even rougher into your mouth with a cocky bite of her tongue, large hands gripping your head so harshly as if it was your hips. you whine around the strap, sounds becoming incoherent with bubbling spit. abby chuckles lowly, tone so playful and brutally wicked, “Aw, the pretty girl can’t talk back anymore, can she?” abby’s gaze falls to your face—noticing your eyes brimming with tears—causing her own to glint with pure cruel satisfaction. the sight of you makes her pussy throb as your hands slowly slap at her thighs—which you stupidly shouldn’t have done, leading her press the entire strap completely down your throat. for that split second, your nose grinds against the base of the strap, getting through to rub so well on abby’s pronounced clit. she wrinkles her eyebrows with a squeak of a moan, the feeling of dominance definitely contributing an extra amount of how fucking good it feels to do this to you after a long day of being wrapped around your finger.
shit…she’s close enough for you to smell the arousal between her thighs.
no matter how rough abby is, you’ll always crave how relentless she is.
..because in the end,
you’ll always get what you want since she can’t resist.
you beg, your whimpers now growing to loud gurgles as you choke on her strap, suddenly feeling your stomach nervously begin to falter with each shove of abby’s strap. blinking is hard, spit, spit and spit—is all over your fucking face. shit, this still…feels so good to be used like this. like a fuck-toy. by abby. knowing she’s enjoying this is absolutely so sexy. abby giggles with a pant—catching how shitty she’s being with you. she slows her thrusts, acknowledging the revelation that you hit your limit with your pathetic gag-reflex. abby’s lips curl into such a power-hungry lip bite, her movements growing languid. she glares down at you with such a content groan, loving at how fucking nasty you look—your half-lidded eyes, lips, cheeks, lashes smeared with dripping spit.
abby springs her dick out of your mouth—pressing it against your nose and cheek now, allowing you to painfully gasp for air. you pant heavily, choking on your stuffy nose, noting your tears streaming into your hairline and drool dribbling up your nose…abby coos with a smug laugh and intrigued smirk, her braid bouncing on her bare shoulder, “Come on, where’s that snarky girl gone?” abby gets slightly distracted, mischievous eyes wandering your lower-half as you lean up with a pout. your chest heaving as you rub your foggy eyes, feeling a little ashamed for how much spit there was everywhere. a little even pooled between you and abby on the floor. you glance up at abby, expecting a disgusted scowl—but you’re met with her face glowing. eyes predatory with greed. fuck. this is gonna be so fun if you keep it up. you readjust yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, fully turned to abby. your hand unconsciously moves to stroke her strap—feeling how disgustingly drenched it was with your frothy spit.
you sigh with a shaky whimper, “my fucking god, abby, you’re so damn dumb for this.” she moves forward, half-listening to you as her eyes wander your body. abby’s hand suddenly moves to tilt your chin up towards her, examining your red puffy lips—replying with a sing-song manner, “Hey, this isn’t for me. Sucking the strap has nothing to do for me but everything to do for you.” in fact, it does have everything to do with her. the control, the view and the need for the preparation as lube. she loves trying to get inside your head. abby’s big hands grip onto your shoulders, slowly laying you back. she gently parts your legs, fingers brushing along your sensitive thighs, making your neck tense slightly from how cool the soft covers are—reminding you there’s still more to come than your mouth being used.
abby’s strong hands rub up and down your legs, thighs to your calves as she places herself between you—her devilish smile appearing once more, “I want you to understand you can’t bite off more than you can chew.” you raise your eyebrows with an astounded giggle, baffled by her “oh-so” menacing words. you shove abby’s hands off your legs with a sassy eye roll, “god—abby, you think you can do anything you want just cause your bigger than me, don’t you?” abby tsks with an agitated exhale, feeling her chest tighten for how you suddenly questioned her authority. she slowly grabs her strap and places the tip on your folds, allowing it to graze your clit as she leans back down—huge hands by your head, ruffling the sheets. her bright blue eyes manage to shine in the dark room, smug gaze piercing right through yours. abby’s voice is breathless and confident, “You wanna try me, brat?”
her hot breath on your lips makes you flinch.
“Answer me.” abby’s face contorts into a mean cocky grin, the tension creating a tenseness in your chest you love.
your smile gradually grows, eyes wandering her features with a new gleam of boldness, “your muscles don’t impress me, abby. you got nothing.”
let’s see what she’ll do.
abby tilts her head with a challenge, unsettling smile—softening, “You think that? That my muscles have anything to do with this?”
you nod with a little smirk, eyes falling between your bodies with a soft wince, noticing how easily the strap is grinding against your puffy sensitive clit.
“My fucking arms don’t know your sweet spots. Don’t know the way you whimper like a pathetic mess when you cum.” abby’s hand crawls down to rest against your cheek. the heat of her tip winding against your soaked folds slower and slower makes you unconsciously groan under your breath. “Do you think my arms know that, you fucking slut?” one small slap. light. her thumb brushes over your lip, voice dropping to a mean whisper, “Do you?” your eyes avoid hers as you writhe from the intense warmth between your legs. second slap, a little harder but full of force. your eyes jolt wider as her hand suddenly grips your cheek and jaw roughly, drawing your attention back to her.
you’re clearly trying to ignore her on purpose since the small grin on your face seems to be holding back laughter—and abby can tell. she seems to ponder for a second or two, head of full of ideas and…definitively picks one. one you can’t resist. her voice is stern, commanding and not the littlest bit kind, “Open your mouth.” you shake your head no with taunt, body language clearly intrigued in more-so the strap than her. abby presses your cheeks harder, giving up after letting you have a chance to do it yourself. she prys your lips open, strong fingers forcefully pushing against the sides of your soft face, hard enough to feel them against your damn upper molars.
“Say ah, right now.” your eyes glimmer the moment you see her pursing her lips, gathering spit.
your cheeks suddenly strain against her fingers, moving into a wide smile with all your own doing. abby allows her spit to leave her mouth in a slow manner, a long string dripping from her lips as she raises her head slightly to let it descend in a controlled motion.
it hangs almost calmly, falling into your warm mouth, meeting the flat of your tongue sweetly. abby demands with a now relaxed smile, so proud and glad of your abiding—her voice, thick with care and approval, completely different as to earlier, “Good job, baby,” she coos, “Now swallow it and tell me the way I fuck you is like nothing else.”
you smack your lips with no hesitation, half-ignoring her as you gulp her warm delicious spit down with one swift head nod. your smile grows beautifully after getting to taste a flavor you absolutely love. you grin cheekily, playfully rolling your eyes and giving in, “fine, fine—fine. abby. your pretty self fucks me better than anything.”
abby bites her lip at your words, the sight definitely proving you just hit a nerve inside her—well, a good one of course, one that makes her ask the next question,
“So, do you wanna be good girl for me and take my dick?” abby’s lips fall to your neck as she resumes her grinding of her hips, the sudden movement of the thick shaft gliding between your slit makes you gasp with a little snicker.
“maybe, abby.” you tease, tongue drawing against her freckled cheekbone with a playful grunt—noticing her big hands wandering your inner thighs, purposefully spreading the tender meat there. the terribly hot sensation between your legs is making you feel a little out of it, and shit, you groan quietly, eyes clenching shut, savoring the feeling of her strong comforting body on yours.
abby slides the tip against your clit, laughing loudly in the crook of your neck—really noticing how you absolutely need no lube, “You are so fucking wet.” she groans as if she could feel it, lips trailing across your collarbone, “You gonna make pretty sounds for me when I bury my big cock deep inside you?”
you nod with a sweet smile of content at her naughty words, hands wandering her shoulders and neck—giggling with surprise as her sudden thick fingers slide against your pussy, replacing her strap.
her ring and middle finger gently plunge into your sopping puckered hole, causing you to gasp from how sensitive and how good it feels after not having felt any part of her in so long. your lips part, a little squeak leaving your mouth, almost in awe, truly remembering how thick her fingers really are. abby’s digits scissor slowly within you, her lips immediately locking onto yours, engulfing your small moans—intense gaze watching your every movement. abby’s braid brushes along your chest, making you notice your skin’s sensitivity is heightened to the max. abby’s voice is a breathless whisper against your lips, reassuring but in such an assertive way, “Mhm, mhm, lemme stretch your tight little pussy out for a second.” you whine with a little sob, clenching around her fingers as she increases her pace. her fingers curl harshly inside you, waving against your g-spot over and over, palm grinding against your soaked hot nub as she leans up to kiss the side of your temple reassuringly.
“—god, abby—abby, abby, abby..” you whimper, body suddenly tensing, making you bite down on your bottom lip. your breath grows haggard, hand moving to grip her wrist, seeking to feel her movements beneath your fingertips. you moan with a squeal as her fingers ram into you with a gradual consistency that allows your wetness to slowly drip down her fingers—making way to her knuckles. you whine even louder, hips bucking against her hand, causing your words to hitch with little grunts, “fuck—abby—abby, fuck—!” she leans near your ear, abruptly licking the sensitive skin on your neck, husky voice complete with taunt, “Abby?” she chuckles, craving the need to suck on your throat to see you wince even more, “—That’s not my name.”
you groan with a defeated whine, your needs doing the talking for you, “—i want you inside me, please,” you pant—chest beginning to heave from how insanely deep her fingers graze your velvety walls. your eyes roll back for an abrupt second, voice breaking into a sob as her fingers pound into you, brain suddenly realizing who’s fucking you this well. “i want you inside me, mommy, please, please.” her eyes narrow with satisfaction, fingers coming to a gut-clenching halt but never leaving your grasping warmth. abby’s voice quiets, gentle and high with mockery, “Alright—since you’re being such a good girl for me.”
abby pushes herself off the bed, towering frame now leaning over you as her other hand grips the strap in hand, slowly lining herself up with your hole—keeping her fingers inside you. she’s never done anything like this. you throw your head back with a mewl so high, the pleasurable sting of your hole stretching catches you off guard so badly. abby’s fingers press up against your g-spot, easing her cock in gently, letting it dive deep within your gaping ovulating hole.
“f-fuck,” you squeak out, eyes completely rolling back and shut from the intense pressure of her girthy fingers and fat strap as she begins to carefully rock her hips—bottoming you out with each thrust, cock slowly sliding into your dripping cunt with a rhythmic pace as her thumb…begins circling on your clit. abby’s eyes remain on yours, watching every twitch of your contorted face, chest aching with the desire to make you scream her name.
“Yeah, is this good? Does this impress you?” abby laughs with an evil smile, eyes gaping where your bodies meet, her fingers and dick moving deep inside you. “Shit, you little brat—maybe my muscles do have something to with this.” abby teases, eyes lingering to her own forearm, making you follow pursuit—both of your gazes softening with such intense attraction as you watch the way the vein all the way from abby’s bicep to her wrist—clenches with every timely pump of her fingers.
“oh my fuck, mommy.” you cry out desperately, throwing your head back with soft hiccuping winces, hips beginning to roll against abby’s hand and dick—nervousness and heat building up in depth of your tummy, and god, you’re slightly fearful you may cum soon from how fucking incredible this feels. or—just the concept alone is getting to you—the erotic view of the glimmering moonlight casting upon your naked silky body, your hips grinding so seductively against abby, fully knowing the window is open—how damn sexy and intimating abby looks, her big eyes and gorgeous devilish smile gawking at you like you were some damn pornstar.
you grin up at abby with half-lidded eyes, drunk on your crave for lust—crave to be an object of desire just for abby. a pornstar just for her eyes. you hiss with a soft moan, suddenly speaking with your effortless seduction, “i want you to fuck me so good—you put a baby in me, abby.”
abby’s eyes gleam with a certain arousal you’ve never seen. her actions fall to a gentle pace as her face almost goes blank—seemingly recalling the memory from a couple hours ago, “Fuck—when you texted me that earlier,” she shakes her head with a stern eyebrow raise of complete marvel, “Baby, you have no fucking idea how horny I got.” abby instantly pulls her fingers out of you with no warning, strap too leaving your gripping pussy. she suddenly sighs with a new goal on her mind.
abby takes a step back from the edge of the bed, shaking her wet literally pruny fingers, attempting to keep the muscles loose in her hand so they won’t cramp, before bringing them to her mouth, licking your juices off with a wave of her other hand, “Move further back in the middle of the bed.”
you abide with an eager nod—pushing yourself back with a shove on your elbows, your pretty hair bouncing and the blankets beneath you, shifting loudly. abby groans, watching the way you move, seeming so princess-like and almost elegant, “God, I’m gonna pound you through this damn mattress.” you bite your bottom lip with a huge grin as your head falls back onto the soft bed, hair sprawling—only for abby to immediately crawl on top of you, huge body hovering over you—braid slipping over her sexy bare shoulder, strong freckled arms and thighs enclosing you and fucking hell, you’re exactly right where you wanna be. your hands reach for her neck, swiftly pulling her close, lips smashing into her pretty pink ones with such a sexy frenzy, clearly needing her more than anything. you know your ovulation cycle is doing her fucking thing. one of her hand’s trace along your tit, pinching and groping your sensitive nipple, and the other—slides the rough pad of her thumb between your pussy lips and rubs gentle circles on your drenched, rock solid pearl. fuck, she’s so incapable of leaving your sweet lips—your mouths practically eat each other, tongues dancing and spit swapping with such a violent passion—you completely forgot how intimate kissing felt. you whisper against her lips in between kisses with such a soft sensual beg, “put a baby in me, mommy.”
god...your words will truly be the end of her.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
“can u imagine how beautiful our babies would be?” you desperately moan in abby’s ear, arms wrapping tightly beneath her shoulders and legs gripping around her torso like a vice. that simple sentence infuriates abby, making her wince with a lividness that succumbs only by slamming into your cervix with each damn thrust. and fuck, you’re whining like a bitch, her pace is awfully brutal—and not by choice but by raw desire.
how she wishes she could give you her children. how she wishes your baby would have her eyes and your laughter.
fucking a child in you? her dream. seeing your stomach beautifully round with your gorgeous smile? belly sweetly swollen from her doing? knowing your lovely dna combined to create a child you’ll adore, cherish, love till the end of time? fuck you.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby, I can’t even hit the deepest parts of you.” abby’s hips ram so meanly against yours, attempting to go even farther into your cunt—but, you know she’s teasing because you can almost feel her in your damn stomach. your eyes wind shut with begging whimpers, the fucking intensity is making your gasps and pants louder and louder. the bed creaks—the sound of the slick strap and your oozing pussy, her grunts, your air being knocked out of you with each thrust, the way you’re clawing at her back…it’s too pornographic.
you’ve been going at it for some time and you have no idea how many orgasms you’ve earned.
abby’s pace is persistent, stamina almost endless—as she cradles you close, huskily groaning in your ear, “Tell me what you want—I’ll give you anything, I’d give you anything—come on, baby, talk to me.” her desperate honey-coated voice is shaking, finally shaking. you can tell she’s almost close. and that’s when you normally feel it’s right to end sex. knowing she’s getting her fill is what you think may be the sexiest part out of everything. abby’s gently whimpering in your ear with every thrust of her sweaty thighs—and fuckkkkkk, it’s making your stomach turn. your wetness is atrociously loud as she continues pounding into you as you bury your face into her neck with a squeak, “give it to me, mommy.” you pant under your breath with a gasp, body trembling, “you know what—abby, please, mommy.” abby groans harshly, lips latching onto your neck, muttering against your skin with scattered kisses, “Mmmm, does your pretty pussy want my kids?—Want me to fuck my baby deep inside you—hmm?” abby bites her bottom lip with a pathetic groan, imagining as lesbians having kids—biological children, the concept of her getting you pregnant as biological girls…gets her wetter than anything.
abby hugs you tighter and tighter, roughly squeezing the sides of your upper torso with her strong arms, enclosing you. there are definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow. your legs wrap even tighter around her waist—encasing the strap completely in, causing smaller thrusts to lead to deeper ones. the way your body is begging, pleading for her, makes abby so capable of getting off on the base of the strap. you want her kids so bad. so so bad. that’s looping in her mind and she’s so fucking determined to give you them. somehow. abby hooks her strong hands under your knees, gripping your legs so damn tightly and readjusting them to rest them on her thick shoulders as she continues slamming her hips impossibly closer to yours. your tits smush together like an image worth painting—hands groping her sweaty back with desperation and your vision, blurring from how good it began to feel.
the mating press.
legs on her shoulders, pussy utterly wide for her disposal, her strap terribly deep. you love this kind of lesbianism. the change in depth makes your small grunts grow to moans full of complete ecstasy. holy shit, she’s hitting so damn well inside your worn pussy, your slickness making it the perfect speed at how rhythmic her hips piston into you—practically folding you in half. abby’s grunts are loud and harsh in your ear, her clit pulsing so violently against the harness—overstimulating her badly, making her shake with uneven breaths.
“Aw, fuck.” she whimpers in your ear, her gentle voice making your clit flutter with each bang of the base of the strap—the sensation growing freakishly intense. you cry with a pathetic plea as the veins of her faux cock is grazing your overly sensitive ridges of your pussy, “mommy, mommy, god—cum in me, cum in me.” fuck. abby gives up. her built-up desire is unable to continue, simply incapable of denying your sensual request. abby moans with complete utter distress, voice raising with her impending climax, “I wanna give you so many babies, so many pretty babies.” you nod frantically, drool dribbling on her shoulder, desperate doe eyes clenching shut.
abby is biting down on your silky shoulder, hot breath worsening your senses as she keeps spurring on her dirty thoughts of getting you pregnant, “I’ll fill that womb with so much of my fucking cum, you’ll be leaking.” imagining conceiving her baby right here and right now…on a casual night like this…like an unplanned pregnancy. oh my god. your quaking pussy sucks abby’s strap in quicker—the rapid, excruciatingly perfect deep thrusts, over and over—makes your chest tighten up, finally realizing you’re about to fucking finish. your breathing comes out in irregular gasps, huffing with an alarmed type panic, scratching at her back, begging for the roughness practically in your fucking soul as your voice squeaks with lewd desperation, “fill me up—mommy, please, please—please.”
shit.
those words push abby over the edge, causing her to break into a sob as she drives her strap perfectly against your g-spot—the angle just right against her clit. you cry out, head falling back against the sheets, “fuck, right there-!” —abby heightens her pace with a new vigor, a new passion, one that’s determined to fill your cunt up with her slop.
each damn thrust sinks against your cervix, almost begging to let her in, begging to let her cum inside your womb and let you be parents. fuck. you cum with such a deep guttural moan, making abby’s orgasm so intense knowing she’s made you reach your limit so well. abby’s erratic thrusts fall short to harsh grinds—her breath faltering to shaky and pathetic whimpers in your ear—truly leaving you reduced to a fucking mess. her sexy sounds completely add to your orgasm, making you finish even harder. fuck, your eyes roll back as her shaft grinds against your g-spot, your pussy pulsing from how intensely you just orgasmed.
your mouth falls open with a fatigued growing smile, chest heaving against abby’s. her quiet little breathless pants make your climax wash over you with such a satisfied relief. your vision is still fuzzing as you catch your breath. abby pulls your legs off her shoulders carefully as she shutters leaning up with a little wobble, her baby-hairs on her forehead all a sticky mess from how horribly sweaty she got. her effort never ceases to amaze you. you giggle softly at the sight, your own beautiful afterglow of sweat too reminding abby why she’s always loved you.
she slips off the strap harness, attempting to not hobble over on the unsteady bed and keep her balance. “careful, baby.” you hold abby’s torso close with a small grin, casually looking behind abby—suddenly noticing the dim morning light. it shines almost unnoticeably through the curtains…
abby’s definitely going to have to call in sick.
abby grumbles with a wince as she throws the strap aside and flops beside you, making the bed bounce a little—her eyes and body so visibly tired. she turns to her side to face you, immediately pulling you close, strong arms wrapping around your body—her pine musk, so deliciously intoxicating. abby’s kind blue eyes are more visible with the morning light—her vulnerability shining as she confesses with a relaxing exhale, “Wish I could actually give you my kids.”
you blush, your dewy sheen of sweat making you glow scarlet. you feel your heart tense at her words, the impact making you search her freckled gaze—realizing she’d truly be the perfect mother. “me too, abby.”
abby chuckles with a hoarse laugh, eyes peering deeply into yours. her hand comes up to caress a strand of hair out off your gleaming face, so much love written in her action—thinking about raising kids together, her blonde hair on one kid, both your hairs mixing on another…god, the idea is almost innocently sweet. abby continues, voice strained with awe and absolute affection by your natural beauty, fingers moving to caress your jaw with such a content sigh,
“Can you imagine?”
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
hi guysss!! take this fic as a “sorry my bitchass has been busy but i’ve returned” gift from me type shit❤️🩹😸
also, give me feedback!! was it immersive enough?—could it be more immersive? is it goonable????? (edit: i did it. oh my shit. i ain’t EVER came like that before. golly gee. it was kinda embarrassing.) BAHHAJDHKSK likeeeee 😭😭 just let me know cuz i love writing filthy graphic shit u can imagine when riding the bus or smthhhh😹😹
anywayssss thanks @korn-dawg for the brain boggling idea of having fingers in mid-strap 🤤🤤🤤🤤
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