Hiii can I request an Abby or Sevika ff where they’re really experimented and been in multiple relationships with gf reader who’s a virgin and never been in a relationship before
Reader is really scared of having sex so she had a lot of conversation with her gf and reassurance and when it’s finally time for them to have sex reader’s really excited and a bit nervous cuz she been waiting for this day, but when the day comes she can’t come, she’s wet and horny but she can’t orgasm
Sevika/abby are really patient but after like 45-1h not being able to cum really gets irritated and lowkey embarrassed. She starts crying about not being able to finish and how ashamed she is cuz her first time is a big fail
Her gf reassures her and all and again really really patient she just wants to make her baby girl feels good so after about 2h Abby/Sevika finally makes reader cum and it’s like of the first of so many more incredible orgasm
Soo sorry for the insane delay, anon🥹 I got a bit carried away with this decaying draft, but here you go for being so patient with me :((
An experienced Abby somehow manages to get her hands on the sweetest untouched girl in town!
Warnings!: shorter than usual fics :,(, soft!dom!abby, sub!crybaby!reader, reader is reallly innocent, small town, scissor!ng yay, implications of homophobia and religion but obviously just to build character and ambiancee
Virgin!reader, except you’re actually is the most innocent girl ever and remained a virgin for a reason. No one dared to touch you because they hated to see you crumble under even a smidge of their touch. It aggravated you how everyone treated you like you were some baby to be coddled, but they couldn’t help themselves. You never bothered to look for dirty, nasty things online. The most “dirty” thing you did look up was the structure of a vagina for your biology project, and that alone made you horny for the first time of your life.
You weren’t stupid—well. Maybe clueless was a nicer word. You never masturbated. You never had the thought to. You weren’t heavily religious, but the things pastors and preachers say around the world on the internet. It also didn’t help that you lived in a small town. Unfurnished kind of town. Yikes. It made you feel like maybe you were going to hell for having that “tingly” feeling in your white panties. All because you stared at a biological cunt for too long.
You never had a partner, period. You said you never bothered since you wanted to save g yourself for a nice man—or woman. But it was clear you had a liking for one than the other.
You had no idea what you were doing, and many didn’t know when to fuck you until dawn or protect you from anything at all cost.
Every conversation someone attempted to make with you had separated because they thought you were hopeless. Cute. But hopeless.
Someone that did have faith in you however was Ms. Anderson.
The ‘sweetest’ woman that went by your job from once, to twice, to practically your entire schedule now. To you, it was sweet. But to others, it made made them fist their hands.
“Darlin’. She’s trouble around here.”
“Is that so? I have never noticed.”
Or maybe that was what you’d say so you could just keep admiring her when she wasn’t attentive to you at that moment.
She had her eyes on you for a while. Not to fuck, god no. You looked like you didn’t know if screwing is a term for mechanics or slang for intercourse.
You were just too sweet to her. Mindlessly complimenting her casual outfits that were never made for sugar talking, ask how she manages to build such muscle and how she could sucker punch anybody at any moment. You were just too kind for your own good.
And your frilly skirts. Dresses were her favorite. You worked Sunday’s, despite your parents retaliation to take a break, and your coworkers automatically thinking you were religious like them. To take break for mass. But, you really just wanted the money to discipline yourself for the future.
So every Sunday, she’d perch her truck up right at the window for you to peep through. You’d happily skip over and turn the close sign to open for her to come in—your most loyal customer.
She made sure she never touched you—not once, not ever. She wanted to you to come to her. She didn’t wanted you to construed herself as a plaything. She just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. It got harder by each day, each hour, each second to do so when she noticed her compliments rubbed off on you. You wore her favorites gradually. It was a subtle, indirect marking from her to let everyone else see that you weren’t an option for them.
She definitely made her rounds in town, but she was never vocal about her doings. And she refused to let you hear, in case you saw her character change.
But rumors spread when you’re in such a small town.
“She had me calling her every night! God, I miss that mouth.”
“I fucking hate her. Got me riled up just to find out she doesn’t do casual.”
“She doesn’t seem to take fucking as casual, that’s for sure.”
The name strung in your ears. The first time you heard it, you had to shake your head in denial. This must’ve been a different lesbian, a different Abby. The name was so common after all!
But the way girls stared at her when her figure opens the door for the chimes to ring? You knew.
You weren’t angry at her, but rather insecure. How could you manage to get her if all she’s done is be with beautiful women?
The rumors didn’t get any better once someone saw you two sharing a milkshake at the local diner. But, she didn’t mind. She wasn’t ashamed to show you off. It made you scared, but she’d reassure you everyday how she could never separate from such a treat like you.
And she wasn’t lying. She made sure she held your hand a bit tighter. Make herself look bigger when guys or girls stared at any part of you for too long. It wasn’t frustrating to be with you. It was refreshing. She loved getting these new reactions from you. Your dusted cheeks as she kissed your face, or teasing in your ear of how good you looked in her flannel, just for you to wave her off. She could die peacefully knowing you were all hers.
“Hi doll. Wanted to ask you a little somethin.’”
“Yes, ma’am?” You said sweetly, trying to hide your flustered state.
“Ma’am? It’s Abby. We’ve been dating for over two months now.” She said with a furrowed brow and a lopsided grin.
Right. Just of habit since you still couldn’t believe you two were together.
“I got tickets to that girl you really like. And listen, I know you didn’t like the idea of camping prior,”
A ticket? For you? They were worth over your paycheck. You couldn’t possibly—
God she looked good in that leather jacket.
What? What were you thinking? Abby is offering you a nice night together, and your first thought goes straight to her pants? How dirty.
“But my cabins just nearby the place. We can stay there. How’s that work?”
You snapped out of your thoughts.
You pouted, hugging her in front of everyone. She’d taught you well, thinking that kissing, groping, and elongated hugging was normal in public, let alone work.
“How do I pay you back though? I-I can save up?” You already had glistening eyes that were holding back tears. Such a sensitive woman.
“Baby, not around me. I spend on you however I please.”
The night of was perfect. A drive around, blasting your favorite songs to prepare yourself for tomorrow, and going to a cute little restaurant for pictures and good food. All until you both shared her bed for the very first time.
She guided you through the relationship on how to kiss properly and how to use your tongue to your advantage. She had to implement a safe word whenever you felt the kiss being too heated: grizzly.
But as of recently, you’ve felt the complete opposite about sex. You liked the idea of Abby holding you as she pampered you after you made a mess on the sheets. You wanted to see her naked. You felt tingly in your throbbing clit when she grasped onto your plushy thighs while making out. You wanted her terribly. And that petrified you.
What if you didn’t do good? She finds you icky? Your breasts didn’t suffice her?
“Bee?” The nickname you gave her when you were too much in your thoughts to say her proper name. She straightened up as she didn’t hesitate to look back at you.
She knew what you meant like she was waiting to hear it never.
“Y-you’re sure? You just sayin that because you want me to feel good? Because you know I hate when you lie.”
She paid closer attention to your mannerisms. If you circled your thigh with your middle finger. If you looked directly below her so you couldn’t face her intimidating eyes. Or even crying after because you did get caught in a lie.
“No. No. It’s not a lie. I wanna feel you. I want—“
You huffed as you tried to articulate your words properly.
“Want me to what, pretty girl? You’re so good with your words. C’mon.”
“I want you to make me feel good.”
She didn’t give a teasing smirk or remark. Her face formed into something of desperation.
“Yeah, baby? Y’want me to make you feel good? Hm?”
She let her hands creep in between your legs, hearing you quietly gasp.
“Yes. Yes. Please. I feel weird when I’m with you.”
“Yeah? Like how?” Her fingers started caressing your soaked underwear.
She softly cooed, kneading your ass while you slowly laid down.
“Babydoll, I think you’re horny.”
“H-horny?” Like the thing your church mentioned last Sunday?
“Mmmhm. Nothin’ bad about it at all. We all feel it.”
“God, no. You’re perfect.”
She gently sucked at your neck, hearing you gasp. Your hands immediately went for her face. In between marking your neck a pretty plum, she asked
“Your mommy ain’t ever teach you about your body?”
She mockingly frowned, kissing you lower to your chest.
“I guess I got a lot to teach you then, hmm?”
As much as she loved you, she had no idea how hard it was to get you going. It didn’t help that you had no idea where to start yourself.
Abby had gone almost over an hour of lapping at your pussy, fingering you, rubbing your clit. At one point she tried to gently ask you to try guiding her, but that just made you feel worse.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You wanted to feel good and finally feel normal. Normal for your dream girl. But clearly, something wasn’t working.
“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me—“ you hiccuped, softly crying in the palm of your hands, hiding your face out of utter humiliation.
Abby wiped her face, moving her jaw from it being sore. She gripped on your hands, slowly prying them to see your tear-stained face. She furrowed her brows.
“There is nothing, and I mean nothing wrong with you. You just don’t know your body yet, and I wanna be here to help.”
Abby palmed your face in sympathy, giving your tears kitty licks. Your eyes widened.
She caressed your thigh as you tried getting composure of yourself. You huffed.
She was a bit taken aback at seeing you snap at her, but you said please, so she had to do so anyway. (She could bend to anything you asked for)
“I…I searched up what girls do, when they..” You pointed to your already sopped pussy from her saliva.
A smirked formed on her face.
“My naughty girl searched it up all by herself, huh? So dirty.”
She didn’t hesitate to link her clit against yours once she got you comfortable.
And dear god, why didn’t you learn about this sooner?
You whined, desperately clinging onto her as you greedily started grinding at your own pace.
Abby never told you to stop. A needy little thing under her needed release desperately. She did nothing but encouraged you softly while holding your leg up.
“That’s it. Doin’ so good for such a sweet face.”
You could practically cum at her praises. They danced with pure caned sugar, and they sure made you grow a pit in your stomach. Such an unfamiliar feeling that you could’ve mixed up for butterflies you first felt around Abby.
She slowed down, but didn’t completely stop. She furrowed her brows in immediate concern, afraid that she did something.
“‘Feels weird. Like I gotta use the washroom..” you mumbled.
She chuckled, grasping onto your ass to make sure you both had no gap. She only kept going as you tilted your head back, moaning relentlessly as if you’d lost your mind ions back.
“‘Means you’re gonna f-feel good real soon, doll.” Abby mumbled as she practically drooled at the feeling of your pretty clit bumping against hers.
It felt so sudden, your body jerking as you cried, clawing at Abby’s back.
Her legs started stuttering climaxing alongside. She groaned with your cum mixed with her wetness completely painting her thighs.
“M’so sorry it took long.”
“Don’t apologize. Did it feel good?”
You clung onto the stuffed bear she won for you at the fair a few weeks back, flustered as you smiled and turned your head away.
She smiled, running her hands through your hair.
“Then I’ll go as long as you please.”
Abby now knew two things about you: one, that she couldn’t wait to love you further, and two; you loved scissoring.
Guys I haven’t a clue as to why this is long either okay😭it was supposed to be a drabble and I guess I just wanted to make it a one shot situation, but also not proofread AT ALL. Also I pray for this not to absolutely flop like my last fic
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