fingering, teasing, making out, squirt, sweat (low key)
a/n: been seeing a lot about butch arms lately so yea
you stare at your phone, watching the time slip past you by the numerical digit. a heavy sigh passes through your lungs and out of your mouth via an irritated groan. abby said she'd be over an hour ago, yet she's still at the gym. usually you wouldn't be so impatient, but tonight you are so horny.
it just isn't fair! you foolishly imagine abby gaining the ability to materialize into your room when, as if on queue, your phone buzzes. abby's calm voice beams over the speaker,
"i'm outside, come to the door baby. i'm all sweaty and gross, i need a shower."
"hmph." you grunt, "you've been gone for ages." you swing your feet over the edge of your bed, quickly shuffling over to your front door despite your annoyed tone. swinging open the door you're met with abby's grinning face, gleaming with sweat. the wispy ends of her hair sticking to her forehead jaggedly, the rest of her hair tossed in a loose ponytail.
"miss me?" abby kisses you on the forehead, but you don't move to let her in.
"what took so long?" a large frown cascades over your face.
"sorry babe, lost track of time..." abby crosses her arms, "forgive me?"
"hm." you huff, desperately wanting to hold on to what little attitude you had left, but you can't stop staring at how big her arms look. her skin is still flushed from the gym, vibrant even. long veins run along the sides, working overtime under her shiny, sweaty skin.
"i'll let you bite 'em if you let me in." a small giggle rings from abby's chest.
"ugh!" you flinch back in thinly veiled embarrassment, "whatever..." you let her in.
"awe, you can't be that mad!" abby takes you up into her arms, something she tries to avoid whenever she's fresh out of the gym. and you are so grateful she isn't showing that same restraint.
abby smells like heaven, the musk of her workout is utterly intoxicating. like salt, skin and a small hint of the non-scented deodorant she wears. you subtly burrow your face in her chest—or you think you do at least. you huff the smell of her boobs, dying to get as close as humanly possible.
you realize you and abby have stood at your doorway for a while like this. much slower than her, you put two and two together; clearly, abby is letting you huff her scent. and even more so, she loves every second.
"mm, i like it when you're gross like this." abby's voice turns low, focused as her eyes bore holes into yours. "you like when i'm straight out the gym like this? is that why you get so antsy, hm? cause you're needy for me?"
"o-oh my god abby, please—" you start to protest, but before you can finish your sentence abby is lifting you back up and tossing you onto your couch in one swift motion.
"ooo i wanna hear you say that again." abby kisses you roughly, a stark contrast to her gentle hands. she slowly drags them over your boobs, kneading them carefully, rubbing circles over your nipples with nothing but the fabric of your shirt keeping you from what you really want.
you moan into her mouth, instinctively opening your legs for her. abby grabs your sides and slips her body underneath you, grinding your hips down on her. greedily she pushes her tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way you readily let her in.
you run your hands down to her arms, squeezing her warm, bulging biceps. abby chuckles into your mouth relishing in the way you're groping such a seemingly mundane part of her. the way that you crave every part of her gives her the craziest ego boost.
the both of you beginning to run out of breath, the kiss turns sloppier. the bucking of your hips growing more rapid, needier. you pull away, huffing,
"please what?" abby's eyes never leave your lips.
"awe, what's the matter, hm? you have to use your words to get what you want." abby drags out each word, the cadence of her voice virtually painful.
"you...know what i want."
abby gives you a fake innocent stare, the joy behind her eyes, palpable.
your face burns your heart hammering in your chest as you open your tired lips to breathe out the words, "abby...please fuck me."
"thereee we go!" cooing, abby slowly reaches under your sleep boxers, expertly finding your clit. the feeling of her warm hand makes you gasp before quickly sinking into the heavenly familiar feeling.
you watch the way the muscles in her arm flex as she swipes across the small surface of your now soaked pussy. an evil smirk paints abby's face as she moves her hand, earning a weak whine from you.
"don't worry cute girl, i got something better!" abby condescendingly chirps before ramming two of her thick fingers inside of you. you fall apart at the full feeling of both her index and pointer finger reaching the deepest part of you.
"fuck! oh my god... don' stop!" you fully relax against her, letting abby have full control over you. your pussy cries pools of arousal around the base of her fingers as she presses right into the neediest part of you, earning yet another erotic mewl from you.
"come on, baby, cum on my fingers..." abby hums into your ear. so sweet, so patient. she'll be here all night if she must. her thick arms are relentless, her veins now on an even fuller display as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you at perfectly rhythmic pace. each squelch of your pussy, wordlessly begging for more. every breathy moan erupting from your chest. every "yes" and "thank you," only pushes abby further.
your legs shake on either side of her, your lips quivering. you're only able to let out small, pathetic squeaks in response to abby's drilling pace. you squirt all over her shirt, even drenching her pants. abby's eyes grow wide; she doesn't stop fucking you. not until she's pounded every last drop out of you and you're practically screaming from the overwhelming sensation.
