NIKKI🪱🥩

21 MINORS/MAPS/GENERAL DNI CRITERIA PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

[publicenemy666]

can we please get a reader who has a brain and is actually smart. a reader who isn’t ditzy and stupid. a reader who has critical thinking skills. a reader who is a little morally corrupt and bitchy. a reader who is an ADULT AND ACTS LIKE IT. A READER WHO CAN MAKE THEIR OWN, WELL INFORMED DECISIONS. A READER WHO ISN’T WRITTEN TO ACT LIKE A FUCKING CHILD. seriously this app is a prison no i do not want to call that man dada i want to SLAP HIM AROUND.

[publicenemy666]

fratbro!abby x weird!artmajor!reader blurb part 2 kinda. not proofread, kinda rushed. it’s pride month and i’m horny. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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look at me.

“look at me.” abby speaks. her words suddenly pull you from your drunken, dazed stupor, and you’re suddenly aware that you are indeed at a party. in an enclosed bedroom. alone. with her. how you got here was a long story. you knew she was throwing a rager tonight, and since you barely, if ever, had plans outside of school, you thought you might show up. it couldn’t hurt, could it? god. you really needed to socialize more. when she spotted you walking in, alone at that, abby took it upon herself to pry you out of your shell. offering you shots left and right, hand firmly planted on your lower back as she encourages you to swallow the lukewarm liquor. that’s how you got here.

about 15 minutes ago, she cooed you into a spare bedroom. it didn’t take much coaxing, really. and now, she’s chuckling, low and warm against your ear. it seems like the bass, though muffled, thumps louder and louder with each passing second, causing your ears to ring as you watch abby snake her hands up your clothed legs. “jesus. you’re a fuckin’ lightweight, baby.” she croons, and you let out a deflated, pitiful sound. you’d try to come up with something sexier. more confident. but the heady mixture of abby all but pawing at you and whatever god awful tequila you’d downed earlier has seemingly caused your tongue to swell in your mouth. “sorry. i’m just— i’m just nervous.” you mumble, eyes glossed over as you look up at her again. abby scoffs. you’re looking at her like you’re in love with her. it’s not a look she’s unfamiliar with. she’d even say she’s used to it. however, it looks good on you. and that poses a problem for abby. “hmm. you don’t have to be. not with me.” she continues, and you watch as she pushes your skirt up your legs. slowly, god, so fucking slowly pushing the fabric up. inch by dreadful inch. your breath hitches, and the sound of your own heartbeat almost drowns everything else out. you’re still facing her, and even in the darkness, you can still make out the perfect features of her face. she’s watching you.

“oh.” you breathe softly, and your legs fall open on their own. the warmth exuding from between them beckons abby closer, like giving the undead permission to enter your home. she grins, then cocks her head, staring appreciatively at your clothed sex. “yeah. look at you. always thought you were so beautiful.” abby’s voice rings clear in your head, which causes your back to bow unconsciously. you look down to see her trailing the tips of her fingers along your inner thighs, sending a fresh wave of heat down your entire body. “really?” you say dumbly, and abby simply nods. like it’s the truest thing she’s ever said. “fuck yeah. you’re beautiful. so soft. so fucking sweet.” she murmurs, and she’s taken a liking to watching how you shiver with each trace of her fingertips along your thighs.

“abby—” you shudder, and fail to hold back a soft, albeit quiet moan. abby grins. oh, you’re so easy. she pushes a little more, trailing her fingers up to run along your clothed mound. carefully at first, but when you all but arch up into her touch, she’s emboldened. delicately, abby presses the tip of her middle finger against your already swollen clit. you’d think there wasn’t any clothes separating the two of you with how loud you were being. “right there, baby? that feel good?” she starts, and you nod, breath coming out in short, hot puffs.

“mhm. yeah. feels so… so fucking good, abby.” you slur, and you’re all but loose lipped now. with a sudden surge of drunken adrenaline, you grasp at her wrist, which effectively pushes her fingers harder against your now erect, aching clit. your head tips back and you moan, a filthy sound that makes abby’s eyes widen just the tiniest bit at the way your mouth forms a perfect circle. abby focuses on your lips, so soft, so plump. yeah, she’d really like to put them to good use, she thinks. then, she smiles. dark and predatory, just for you. when you bring your head back down to look at her, your eyes are glossed over and half lidded. your chest rises and falls, a light sheen of sweat covering your skin. you finally let your mouth hang open to whisper something else, your words registering in the darkness between you.

“i want it.”

happy pride month this is a slight follow up 2 my last post i’m bricked up i need abby #bhad

[publicenemy666]

just thinkin about fratbro!abby x weird!artmajor!reader. very self indulgent and for my other weird niche pervert girls out there. not proofread. MINORS DNI 18+ NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

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the first graze would be accidental. abby would be walking down the hall, innocuously making her way past the art studio just like she always did when she went to her sociology class. but then, just at the right time, she’d see you. well, she feels you first before she lays eyes on you. you bump into her, shoulder grazing the broad planes of her back, and when she’d turn to no doubt tell whoever it was that ran into her to watch where the fuck you’re going, all of those nasty profanities suddenly die on her tongue. “jesus, i’m so sorry. was in a rush. didn’t see you there.” you’d murmur, refusing to meet her gaze with your own. for whatever reason, abby feels her heart lurch when she sees your clay stained hands and your hair thrown haphazardly up into a messy knot on your head. all wide eyed and frantic to escape her maws. you obviously knew who she was. everyone did. so you scurry off before she can get another word in, head down and face redder than a fresh branding iron, hoping to god she couldn’t pick up on your nervousness.

but she could. abby always could. her killer instincts were why she was so appreciated on the field, after all. you turn your head back to look at her from over your shoulder, in all of her 5’10, dirty blonde and braided glory. she was staring back at you, intently at that. god you were so fucking weird. why were you wearing a maxi skirt in the middle of august? why did you curl in on yourself as you walked? why did you have to look up at her like that? all scared and wide eyed? abby was sure she’d never been more intrigued in her life. she shakes that thought away before she makes her way into her next class, a deep, aching pit forming at the bottom of her stomach.

though, you were aware she was someone you could never even dream of having. abigail anderson was the star basketball player for the women’s team at your uni. tall and tan and beautiful, freckles sprinkled all over her bulging muscles. though, that didn’t stop you from dreaming, did it? you thought about it. quite a lot, in fact. how maybe, just maybe, abby would stray away from the bleach blondes and the spray tans and the manicured nails of the girls she always had on her arm, and she’d look at you. nails bitten down to the stub with chipped and poorly applied purple nail polish. and you wonder, is she gentle with the girls she fucks? is she rough? is she slow, fast, does her voracity on the field match what she might be like in bed? you let those thoughts stray and consume you. you’d like to think she’s gentle. you’d let her slide her thick fingers down the front of your panties. watch her lips curl into that million dollar smile when she finds you wet. oh, and you’d sing for her. whine and beg as she slowly massages your clit in deliciously agonizing circles before dipping her fingers into your drooling slit.

maybe abby would like to think about it, too. maybe she even already has.

hayyy lol sorry for the insanely long hiatus but i am back this is just a horny blurb. lmk if u would like 2 see more of this !

[publicenemy666]

genuinely why is every single x reader fanfiction y/n a pale petite little virgin coquette girl bitch oh my GOD why are yall scared to write abt fat girls!!! tall girls!!! brown and black girls!!! girls with different styles!!! there is not enough fanfiction out there pandering to diverse readers anymore bruh. like fine… i guess i’ll just do it myself.

[shesnake]

A Dangerous Method (2011) dir. David Cronenberg

[publicenemy666]

run.

♰ slasher!abby anderson x fem!reader.

thought i’d leave a little something here in the meantime i get my ellie fic finished and i know the slasher trope is so overused but this is based off of a dream i had a few nights ago. a little rushed towards the end but u get it.

content includes: modern!au, descriptions of m*rder, blood, heavy petting, fingering n oral (both r!receiving), abby is mean and scary, lowkey a stalker, ergo a local outcast, but reader is also kind of a loser too. kinda unrealistic ONLY BC IT WAS BASED OFF OF A DREAM I HAD!

nsfw under the cut minors please do not interact.

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faster.

is the word you kept mentally repeating to yourself as you sprinted through the woods, barefoot, cold, and scared. you could hear her heavy footsteps hitting the ground behind you, getting closer. closer. closer.

the beginning was fairly simple. you were reluctantly dragged to a party with a group pf people you barely knew. it was an attempt to “get you to socialize”, they said. but all in all, you ended up sitting alone while the rest of them were laughing, drinking, and enjoying the fresh summer breeze at a cozy, isolated lake house. you should have known better, really. with all of the numerous homicide reports spiking within your county, it was almost inevitable that this would happen.

and it all happened so fast. you’d gone to the bathroom for what seemed like five minutes, before you heard the loud, banshee like screech of one of your friends echoing through the entire house. when you’d so stupidly exited out of the confines of the bathroom, your eyes flew wide open at the sight before you.

a grisly scene of all of your friends grotesquely killed, stab wounds and large gashes littering their bodies. blood was smeared on the walls, the furniture. almost everywhere you looked, you saw nothing but the deep crimson essence adorning the walls.

that’s when you saw her.

a tall, buff, terrifying woman, wearing what seemed to be a bloodied white muscle shirt, and equally bloodied jeans. her long, dirty blonde hair was sprawled along her back and broad shoulders, and she was clutching the shirt collar of a boy you didn’t even know the name of, pulling the axe out of his chest with a loud grunt. as soon as she heard you step down the stairs, she snapped her head back to look at you, axe securely clutched in one large, gloved hand while she dropped the boy to the ground.

you recognized her as abigail anderson. the girl who seemed to be outcasted and feared everywhere she went, almost always for no apparent or good reason. you’d seen her before, bearing that permanent scowl on her face and hanging around the library or in your shared classes, but you’d never once been put off by her. you remember talking to her one day while you were at the library searching for a certain book, and at first, abby was confused as to why someone as kind as you wasn’t afraid of someone like her; maybe, just maybe, you could understand her. see her for who she really was.

ever since then, she had her sights set out on you.

your heart began to beat a million miles per second, and you just… stood there. too paralyzed with fear to do anything as the warm tears prick your eyes.

abby cocks her head, giving you a conniving, almost evil grin as she recognizes you, which you take as her giving you a head start. it felt like forever before you sprinted down the stairs, and out of the backyard door, not even bothering to grab your shoes on the way out. you run towards the treeline, chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps and courses through your body. your feet begin to ache as you step on the jagged rocks and branches, but you knew that was the least of your worries.

abby soon charges after you, breathing hard and heavy as she keeps a steady pace behind you. your cries of terror only spur her on even more, which only makes her run all the more faster, her strong legs never faltering.

you’re quick to run in all kinds of different directions, hoping to god that you would eventually lose track of her. but it was never that way with abby. not at all. she was hot on your trail, careful to mimic each sharp turn you made through the dark forest.

the loud music blaring from the speakers could still be heard even as you ran deeper and deeper into the woods, almost like a taunt. you didn’t dare look behind you, but you’re not quite watching where you’re going, either. you’re much too distracted with how the sound of abby’s footsteps never seem to fall away, and your foot gets caught on a lifted tree root, which makes you collide with the hard forest floor beneath you.

shit. you think to yourself, the wind almost instantly being knocked out of you. it was hard to breathe, and you tried your hardest to get back up, to absolutely no avail. you look up at the sky above you, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out a strained sob. your ears began to ring as you rolled over onto your back, clutching and clawing at your own chest.

abby’s eyes fly open, and she stops in her tracks right in front of you, still clutching the axe within her hand. oh, this was precious, she thought.

you could hear her heavy, muffled breathing, and a loud, terrified scream leaves your throat as you hurriedly back up against a nearby tree. abby chuckles at the sight, and she grabs your arm with a rather excruciating grip, hauling you up against the large tree.

“gotcha.” she spits as she brings her other hand to hold the blade of the axe to your torso, which makes you scream and thrash against her even more violently.

the rancid stench of death soon fills your nostrils as she leans in even closer to you, pressing her nose against your cheek, and she keeps her lips close to your ear. abby then presses the blade deeper into your skin; not hard enough to break the supple barrier, but hard enough to make your consciousness falter.

“shut the fuck up.” she seethes rather harshly, and you unwillingly oblige. you’re visibly trembling beneath her, shaking your head, pleading and begging for her to spare you. your eyes continuously dart between the blood stained blade pressed firmly against your skin and her face, your hands shaky as you try your hardest to push her away from you.

of course, it’s no use. her large frame completely dwarfs yours in shadows, and you let your head fall back against the tree as you keep on sobbing.

“please, don’t… don’t kill me, i won’t tell anyone, abby, i swear, just please don’t fucking kill me.” you beg, the words coming out shaky and weak, which makes abby laugh into your ear. her breath is warm and wet against your skin, and it sends a wave of electricity down your spine.

she then suddenly stops for a moment, still breathing hard against the skin of your neck. you knew her name. the precious girl she’d always been after knew her name. it was the biggest sense of humanity that had ever befallen her, and she soon finds herself questioning what she had been doing all these years.

soon enough, abby snaps out of her confused train of thought, and pulls away to look at you. her cerulean eyes pierce into your own as she mocks your words with an undeniable coldness in her voice. your legs ached and trembled, and they would’ve given out on you had it not been for the sheer adrenaline still pumping through your system.

she moves to grab your face with one of her gloved hands, and she gives you that same, horrifying smile again. her eyes were low and narrowed as she began to speak again, “stupid girl. you really should have known better.” she coos at you, before she pulls the axe away from your stomach, hauling it back above your head before jamming it deep into the bark of tree with a grunt, missing your head by just a hairs breadth. sap begins to bleed around the blade, and it drips down to fall on one of your shoulders, which forces you to face the reality of the situation once more.

you let out a horrified sob as she does this, body still trembling beneath her inhumanly strong grip; but the way that she was breathing, the way that she was grunting as she held you firmly against the tree, and the harsh rasp of her smooth voice… it sent a wave of arousal coursing through you. this woman had just butchered the people you were with, and could very easily lead you down that same path; but as soon as she saw your face flush red as you began to writhe against her, it was almost as if a switch had flipped in her brain.

abby scoffs and shakes her head, hurriedly pulling off one of her gloves with her teeth before spitting it off to the ground. with one large, free hand, she takes both of your wrists, pinning them above your head before she messily shoves the other one down your shorts. your hips begin to buck at her touch as she begins to harshly rub at your clit, and abby’s breath comes out shaky when she feels your pooled up slick coating her fingers. “really? you’re fucking getting off on this?” she asks, and you whine, shaking your head at her proffer. your body, though, has a much different reaction.

you keep on moaning for her, completely going against your best interests. her fingers were thick and long, and you really couldn’t help but chase that senseless feeling of alleviation. she then slowly but surely eases one of her fingers inside your achy hole, and you continue to try and break free from her strong grip, in order to grasp at her shoulders, her hair, anything.

“s’fucking tight. such a needy slut.” abby scolds you, and you bite down hard on your lower lip as she seemingly expertly curls her digit up against your sweet spot. you keep your head firmly planted against the tree behind you. you roll your hips against the palm of her hand, eyes rolling towards the back of your skull as you grind your swollen bead against the calloused part of her hand.

you look up to meet her gaze again, chest fluttering when you see her staring back. abby’s brows were furrowed, and pieces of her hair stuck to her face with sweat. you study the bridge of her freckled nose, and the way that her pretty pink lips curved downwards. your eyes fell to her large, blood stained muscular arms, and her long, murky blonde hair cascading down her strong, broad shoulders. you hurriedly take in each one of her features, and a huge wave of confusion washes over you.

how could anyone have ever been afraid of her?

abby begins to feel the unfamiliar pang of her own stomach beginning to flutter as you continued to gaze at her, and she furrows her brows even more. no one had ever looked at her like that before. “the fuck are you staring at?” she seethes, and she shoves another finger inside of you.

your eyes go wide and your cunt flutters at the sudden intrusion, which draws a loud cry from your lips. your face continues to burn with embarrassment, and abby continues to breathe heavily as she bangs her fingertips up against your g spot. she groans when she feels your warm, gummy walls tightening around her fingers.

“abby… abby, s’too much..” you hiccup, and abby scoffs again, tugging you forward by your wrists. but with each time her name falls from your lips, the feeling bottoms out at her own cunt. “oh, it’s too much? that’s too bad. stop fuckin’… squirming. you should learn to be more grateful.” her voice is hoarse and mean, so mean. but you try your hardest to stop squirming, arching your back off of the tree and standing on your tip toes as abby continues to fuck you.

your eyes fall shut as you feel her leaning into you again, her hair gently falling over your chest as she buries her face within the crook of your neck. she smells of dirt and sweat, and her skin was warm to the touch. abby soon drags her lips along the valley between your jaw and neck, which only heightens your senses. she notices this, taking it upon herself to gently nip at the exposed skin.

you begin to desperately rock your hips against her palm, the inevitable and uncontrollable feel of your orgasm beginning to pool up at the bottom of your stomach. abby clicks her teeth at this, dragging her ministrations to a stop. you whine and let yourself slump back against the tree, still moving your hips around in slow circles all while her fingers are still buried inside of you.

“please… abby, please. i…” you stop yourself before you can say anything else, making sure to keep direct eye contact with her. your chest heaves and you let out a soft whine, and abby’s lips twitch in response. you find your gaze darting from her stare to her lips, and you whine as you begin to rock your hips again. she slowly, almost unknowingly leans in until you’re nose to nose, and she curls her fingers up inside you one last time. a quiet whine leaves your throat, and it’s clear she’s lost in the moment, you both are, completely forgetting about any previous circumstances regarding anything else that’s happened tonight.

“i need you.” your voice is so small, but so clear. just when you’re about to press your lips to hers, she pulls away to look at you for a second, her expression curled up into a hateful, almost disgusted sneer, but once your words register in her brain, it falters a little bit.

no one had ever needed her before; how foolish little abby was.

abby slowly pulls her hand out from your shorts to rest on your hip, and her breath begins to hitch as she suddenly drops to her knees before you. your wrists are now free from her crushing grip, but you don’t dare to move, or run. you were in too deep, and so was abby. you both knew that at this point.

your stomach flutters as she looks up at you, her eyes low and narrowed. abby pulls off her other glove with her hand, before she can move to hastily pull your shorts off of your hips. you let her, moving to entwine a hand in her hair. abby carefully leans in a little closer to your clothed cunt, before she presses her nose into your clothed mound, shutting her eyes and inhaling your musky scent.

she gently nudges your clit with her nose, before she slowly darts her tongue out to lap at your clothed slit, hoisting one of your thighs up over one of her shoulders. you shut your eyes at the feeling, the back of your head hitting the hard bark of the tree for what seems like the millionth time tonight.

you groan, slowly beginning to roll your hips against her face, which makes her bring one large hand up to grope at the fat of your ass. abby lets her eyelids flutter shut as she continues to grunt and lap at your cunt, and she slowly pulls away from you to gently grab at the hem of your panties with her teeth. your eyes are hazy and your body feels weak when you feel her start to pull them down, and you let out a quiet gasp when the cool night air hits your now exposed sex.

abby stares in awe once she sees just how wet you are, pulling your glistening folds apart to watch your slick drip down the insides of your thighs. you look away in embarrassment as she does this, and abby can feel her own mouth beginning to water at the sight before her. she didn’t even know she could have an effect like this on someone.

“fuck… look at that.” she begins, running her fingers over your now budded clit, gently massaging your soft bundle of nerves. she chuckles when she feels your arousal beginning to coat her fingers again, and she moves to spread your legs just a little wider. your hands are instinctively moving to rake themselves through her hair, and you can feel her hot breath panning over your swollen folds, which makes you inch yourself just a little closer to her lips.

abby obliges, licking a long, unhurried stripe from your hole to your clit, which makes you buck your hips against her mouth. you grip her hair a little harder as she moves to gently suck on your clit, only spurring her on even more.

“oh… fuck, that’s so good, abby. so good.” you gasp out into the air, no one else listening but abby and the trees surrounding you. she grunts at your praise, letting that all too unfamiliar feeling of her stomach fluttering consume her whole. she continues to slowly lap at your swollen, achy cunt before slowly moving her hands up your thighs to grab a hold of your hips.

you cry out for her, and for her only. your soft oh my god’s and babbled words of appraisal as she continues to make a mess out of your poor pussy, they’re all for her. abby couldn’t count how many times she’d envisioned this while fucking herself late at night in her bed, and now that she’d finally had you, she’d be sure to never let you go.

you look down to see your chest heaving and abby’s pretty face nestled comfortably in your now soaked thatch of curls, and the sight makes your legs go even weaker. your heart races even faster in your chest as you clutch at her hair, moving one free hand to grope at the fat of your own tit to manage the feeling of her tongue prodding at your entrance.

abby notices how you’ve began to grind your pussy even harder against her tongue, and she slides a free hand down from your hip to find post on your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your slicked entrance. you welcome her touch, still tugging and pulling at her blonde locks, shutting your eyes as she continues to flatten her tongue out against your clit.

abby loves the way you taste; too forgiving and saccharine against her chapped lips. she laps up all of your sweet juices, eating you out like a woman starved. your breath begins to hitch as she starts to suck harshly, all while swirling her warm, wet tongue along the underside of your pussy. abby pulls your hips even further into her face by grabbing at your ass, and she pushes her spit back up against your messy, pulsating cunt.

the feeling is so fucking vulgar, but it feels so fucking good. you’re sure to let her know it, letting out mixes of cries and moans combined together, babbling her name and clawing at her scalp. abby moans up into your cunt each time you harshly yank at her hair, the pain going straight down to her own, neglected pussy. that tight feeling in your abdomen grows stronger and stronger with each time abby sucks and licks, and abby loves how desperate you’re becoming. all because of her.

“shit… i’m gonna cum, abby… gonna cum…” you warn, voice breaking when you say her name. abby doesn’t respond, though. she only slightly picks up her pace, and if it weren’t for her strong grip holding your legs firmly in place, you’re certain your knees would have buckled and given out on you. all it takes is one lick and a single kiss to your clit for you to finally unravel into her mouth, and you violently grip at her hair once more. abby’s breath falls heavy, and she soon plunges her fingers inside of you to fuck you through your orgasm, and a loud, strained cry leaves your throat at the added overstimulation.

“s’fucking pretty.” abby mutters under her breath as you continue to become undone on her fingers, and when you look down to see her face, your own flushes a deep shade of red. her nose and lips are coated in your juices, and they glisten underneath the bright glow of the moon behind the trees. as vulgar as the sight below you is, she looks so beautiful. neither of you say anything, and all you can do is move to cup her face with one of your palms when she finally stands back up. abby flinches at first, but she reluctantly leans into your touch, her breath faltering as the soft skin of your palm comes into contact with her cheek.

the silence is absolutely deafening. her eyes continue to bore holes into your own as she opens her mouth to say something, anything, but she can only exhale. “abby…” you begin, but you’re conveniently interrupted by the loud blare of police sirens heading towards the lake house, and abby sinks her head down, pulling herself away from you completely. “shit…” she mutters as the red and blue lights flash over her face, and she grabs her axe from the tree, quickly scooping her gloves off of the forest floor.

you can feel that familiar sense of panic sinking into your chest once more, and she quickly helps tug your panties and shorts back on. your heart flips at the sudden kind gesture, and before abby can take off running into the darkness of the forest, she presses her lips to your ear again. “meet me at the library next saturday.” is all she says, before she quickly takes off into the darkness behind her, leaving you alone against the tree. her footsteps begin to fade away, and instead of a horrid sense of panic, you’re filled with a newfound sense of… relief? you slump back against the tree, knitting your brows as you hear the policemen getting closer to you, the glare from their flashlights nearly blinding you.

abby knew that this wasn’t the last she’d be hearing from you. it was far from it. she could still taste you on her tongue as she ran back to her cabin, the image of your flushed face never leaving her mind.

[publicenemy666]

not tht any of u care, but i have a wip of vampire!reader x ellie on the way😽

[publicenemy666]

study date.

abby anderson x fem!reader

content includes: modern day!abby, abby being a horny slut, established relationship, fingering (r!receiving), abby being kinda mean if u squint, pet names, uhh… that’s it i think? idk what else it’s 3 am and i’m h word. this was sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to finish it up here <3

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI 18+!!!

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“a… abby!” you moan softly, shutting your eyes as she rubs slow, languid circles over your soaked, albeit clothed clit.

“shh, baby. don’t want your dad to hear us, do you?” she asks into your ear, moving one of her large hands to grope at one of your soft tits.

this only makes you arch your back off of her chest, and your jaw falls slack, and all you can do is shake your head.

you were supposed to be studying, after all. midterms were coming up, and both of you had decided on a study date. it was abby who started it. placing gentle kisses to your neck and trailing her fingers against the insides of your thighs while you tried to study your flash cards.

and now, you were here.

“‘m sorry.. just feels so good.” you mumble weakly, and she nods, planting a sweet kiss to your temple.

“i know, baby, i know. just try and stay quiet for me, yeah?” she says, voice dripping with honey.

you nod your head again, letting your head fall back against your girlfriends broad shoulder as she finally dips her hand inside your panties.

you let out a shaky breath when her large fingers ghost over your bare, swollen bead, and you can’t help but arch your back in response, biting down hard on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning.

Abby nods her head, continuing to make those same, slow torturous circles against your clit.

“good girl. stay quiet and i’ll let you cum.” Abby says softly, and you nod, only letting out yet another shaky breath.

but it’s an empty promise on her end. she knows you won’t be able to keep quiet, and she knows you won’t be able to last.

she then moves her hand even lower, carefully dipping her digits inside your soaked slit. she runs the pads of her fingertips along your swollen, slicked folds, before she plunges one inside of you…. then two.

She watches you intently. Watches how your eyes clench shut even harder, and how your cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. you can’t help but let out a barely audible broken sob as she curls her fingers upwards inside your needy cunt.

Abby moves to plant a slow, wet kiss to your jaw, and she continues to slowly pump her digits inside you, ghosting over that same sweet spot inside your gummy walls.

the obscene squelch your cunt makes each time she pushes in and out of you is enough to make her own pussy throb, and she can’t help but hum softly into your skin.

“doing so good, baby. taking me so well.” she mumbles into your skin, and you let out a quiet, sickeningly sweet moan of her name.

It nearly breaks her, really. It drives her up a wall. She wishes you could be louder for her, but she can’t run the risk of getting caught by your parents with her hand shoved down your panties.

you then look down to see the sight below you, stomach fluttering when you see her forearm muscles flexing each time she curls her fingers inside you.

the slick from your clit is connected to her palm, and the sight sends a delicious wave of heat from your chest down to your cunt, and you clench around her. suddenly, your struggle to keep quiet becomes that much harder.

it feels so good. all you can do is bite your lip as she keeps on finger fucking you, her thick digits slowly pumping in and out of your slicked entrance. it’s almost cruel just how good she could make you feel. it’s merciless, really.

it’s when she brings her free hand to gently rub at your budded clit that your jaw falls open even wider, and you almost instinctively arch your back off of her chest, moving one of your free hands to entangle in her hair, thus tousling her blonde locks from her braid.

your eyes begin to water as you try your hardest to not let any noise slip out from in between your lips, and abby nods, curling her fingers even harder up inside your cunt, almost as if she’s egging you on. almost as if to say “make a noise. i dare you.”

the sheer pleasure that careens over your body is enough to send both of you into overdrive, and you can feel her start to hump against the rough, tight fabric of her jeans from behind you. the warmth of her body, combined with her skilled fingers gracing your g spot and swollen clit all becomes too much.

abby breathes heavily down your neck, yet she doesn’t even realize it. she’s too busy keeping you and herself occupied, continuously grinding her achy cunt against her jeans. but the look of pure ecstasy on your face is more than enough to keep her going. but she, unlike you, knows how to conceal her moans, and when you feel her let out a slight grunt against the back of your neck, the sensation reverberates throughout your entire body.

despite not being able to see it, abby can feel the globs of your creamy white arousal coating her fingers as she picks up her pace. she loves it. she absolutely relishes in it. you’re trying so hard not to make a mess out of yourself, but in her eyes, you already had. it was only a matter of time before you let a soft moan slip from the confines of your mouth.

you let a few stray tears coat your cheeks, before you shake your head, letting out a few meek, incoherent babbles. that coil in your abdomen was about to break, and you were so close to getting the much needed release of your orgasm.

“ab… abby, please, can’t do it.” you plead, and her eyes widen.

just when you think she’ll let you cum, she pulls her hands away from your sore, weeping cunt, and you let out a broken moan, not caring about who hears you anymore. your poor hole clenches around absolutely nothing as you writhe against her, slowly rolling your hips up into the cool air.

it really was cruel. but she gave you her word.

she then ever so lightly drags her fingers along your puffy folds, purposely avoiding your clit, all while shaking her head to feign disappointment. you desperately buck your hips up to find her fingers, only to have her pull them away once you do.

“then i guess you don’t get to cum tonight, doll.” abby chides, in an almost smug tone, and it’s almost enough to make you want to cry. but she knows just as well as you do that she’ll let you get what you want tonight.

abby places a light slap against your pussy, which makes you moan and twitch against her, all different kinds of newfound pleasure coursing through your body.

the sight of that alone nearly breaks her, and it was at that point that she’d lost all of her previous inhibitions.

without warning, she plunges her fingers back inside of your arousal slicked cunt, and you let out a loud moan of her name. it rolls so perfectly off of your tongue, and abby can’t get enough of it.

“yes… oh, fuck… right.. right there!” you squeal when she presses up against that spongy part inside of you again, and your legs begin to shake. that familiar coil in your belly breaks, and that white hot pleasure falls down on you in an instant.

“atta girl. there you go, baby. cum on my fingers like the good girl you are.” she coos, and it comes out absolutely breathless.

her voice makes your brain go numb, and you couldn’t control the noises you were making even if you tried.

abby watches pridefully, still desperately chasing after her own orgasm as she grinds her swollen clit against the tautness of her jeans. the sight of you in this moment is downright sinful. debaucherous, even; and yet, she swears that the noises that fall from your lips could only be made by an angel.

you can feel everything about her. you can feel the way abby’s warm chest rises and falls beneath you, her hair gently brushing against your arm; and with the way she curls her digits up against that sweet spot inside you as she fucks you through your orgasm, it all makes you feel like she was crafted by the gods just for you.

you’re clenching around her fingers so deliciously, and she was so far gone by that point that she really couldn’t help but let her own orgasm befall her, too. she lets out low, yet desperate grunts against your flushed skin, rocking her hips against your back with the same voracity that you are.

once that high dissipates for the both of you, she plants a sweet kiss to your temple, and you let out a breathless laugh, still trying to regain some parts of your consciousness.

abby laughs, too. she slowly pulls her fingers away from your slit, before gently shoving them inside your mouth. you suck obediently, letting your eyes flutter shut as the sour taste of your arousal coats your tongue.

abby lets out a soft moan at the feeling, before she pulls away from you completely, and her face is now flushed red. the embarrassment of having to face your parents after this was just now hitting her.

but you couldn’t have been happier.

you cup her face and pull her into a sweet, yet slow kiss, and she moans into your lips, gently grinding her hips against the fabric of her pants again.

you keep your lips locked on hers for a little longer, just taking in the saccharine essence that is her spit. you giggle when you pull away, looking at her with such a love drunk expression, with her returning an equally adoring gaze. her chest heaves slightly, and her lips are wet, lightly parted, and her face is still flushed from the impact of her own orgasm a few moments ago. her hair is messy, little strands harshly pulled out from her braid from when you clutched at it a few moments ago; but the light from behind her casts a seemingly pearlescent halo above her head.

you swear you’d never seen someone more beautiful in your life.

“good luck explaining that one to your parents..” she sighs as she wraps her strong arms around you, pressing her forehead up against yours. you then shove her away with a laugh, your heart still racing against your chest.

so much for a study date.

(i can’t do it i need her so bad)