ok wait wait wait hear me out everyone…. abby and reader are playing mario kart but then reader sits on abby’s lap to distract her. howeverrrrr, what reader does not know is that abby’s not-so-little friend is about to pop out. boom. couch
LETS GET FREAKY FRIDAY ONE SHOTTTTT
Full list of Freakiness here
G!PAbby x Reader
cw: r!teases and tops, pathetic abby, some crying, over stimish, and breeding.
wc: 2.5k
MMDNI!!!
You’d beaten Abby at Mario Kart three rounds in a row.
The first time, she’d laughed it off. The second earned you a muttered excuse about her controller drifting. By the third, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside you with her mouth pressed into a stubborn line, glaring at the television as the results screen announced your victory again.
You lowered your controller into your lap and nudged her knee with yours. “Come on, Abs. No need to be a sore loser.”
“I’m not a sore loser.” Abby scoffed, though the pout pulling at her mouth ruined whatever dignity she’d hoped to salvage. She refused to look at you, busying herself with the controller as if examining the buttons might uncover evidence of sabotage.
A laugh slipped out of you. You crawled across the carpet before she could realize what you were doing and knocked into her, sending her backward with a startled grunt. Abby caught herself on one elbow as you climbed over her, straddling her waist.
“You are being a sore loser,” you murmured.
You kissed her before she could argue.
It was quick, barely enough time for her to respond before you pulled away again. Abby stared up at you, momentarily robbed of whatever comeback she’d been preparing. The tips of her ears had already begun turning pink.
Satisfied, you climbed off her and stretched onto your stomach in front of the television, legs still draped carelessly across hers. You picked up your controller again as the next race loaded.
Behind you, Abby cleared her throat.
Her hands settled cautiously against your lower back. Not gripping, not pulling you closer. Just resting there with a strange deliberateness, as though she had to think about where she was allowed to touch you.
The two of you still hadn’t crossed that particular line. Every time kissing threatened to become more than kissing, Abby seemed to fold inward. Her confidence vanished. She’d flush, stumble over some excuse, then stop you before either of you could get much further.
She’d told you it wasn’t serious. She was only worried.
Worried about what, she never seemed able to explain.
You’d stopped pushing for an answer.
The countdown appeared on the television, and you straightened your grip on the controller.
Abby shifted underneath your legs. “Can you not sit like that?”
You glanced over your shoulder.
Her entire face had gone crimson.
“Oh, come on.” You laughed, turning enough to catch the miserable expression she was trying to hide. “I’m your girlfriend.”
“I know.” Abby swallowed, her gaze darting toward the television and immediately away again. Her hands remained stiff against your back, fingers spread as though moving them might make matters worse.
You scooted backward just to torment her. “I’m comfortable,” you teased, settling yourself against her again.
Abby sucked in a breath. A tiny, helpless sound escaped her before she could stop it, and the embarrassment that crossed her face afterward was so immediate that you nearly laughed again.
Then the countdown chimed.
Your attention snapped back to the television. “This round’s about to start,” you complained, already hammering the acceleration button as if Abby’s crisis had become profoundly inconvenient.
You were beating her again.
Not by much this time, but enough that Abby had gone quiet beneath you, her attention narrowed to the television with the grim concentration of someone who had decided losing four races in a row would constitute a personal humiliation. Her thumbs worked furiously over the controller. You could practically feel her determination radiating through her.
It made you want to ruin it.
You shifted your weight, pressing your hips down against hers once.
Abby’s entire body tensed. “Don’t...” She swallowed hard, and the distraction cost her immediately. Her kart veered across the track and plunged straight into the grass.
A giggle escaped you. “Don’t what? I was just adjusting.” You bit the inside of your lip to keep from laughing harder, eyes fixed innocently on the television.
Then you did it again, slower this time, deliberately grinding your hips against hers.
Abby’s breath caught beneath you.
“There’s just...” Her voice dwindled into a strained little whimper as you shifted against her once more. Whatever explanation she’d been trying to assemble disappeared completely.
Your kart continued racing uselessly across the screen while your brow furrowed. For a second, you stayed perfectly still, trying to make sense of the pressure beneath you. Then understanding began creeping in around the edges.
“Just play the game.” Abby squeezed her eyes shut, mortification flooding her face. The controller sat forgotten in her hands now, her character crashing repeatedly into the side of the track.
A grin tugged at your mouth.
You twisted around until you were facing her properly. “Abby...” Your gaze dropped between you, curiosity winning out as your hand traced cautiously along the front of her pants.
Your eyes widened. “Oh my God.” You looked back at her, surprise bursting into your voice. “Do you have a cock?”
Her thighs trembled beneath your weight, and her lips had pressed themselves into a stubborn, humiliated line. Color burned from her cheeks all the way down her neck. For once, she seemed to have lost every possible word.
Your surprise slowly melted into a smirk. “And you’re hard, too.”
Abby made a strangled noise and looked away.
“I don’t mind,” you whispered, letting the teasing soften around the edges. You ran your hands lightly along her thighs, watching the tension gather through her body. “Why didn’t you tell me your little friend was excited?”
“I just...” Abby shook her head, breath catching as your hands traveled higher. She looked trapped between wanting to disappear into the floor and wanting you never to move away. “I don’t know.”
You chuckled as you looked down at the growing bulge in her pants. “You know i did win the last three rounds…” you teased.
“Well...” Abby breathed as you shifted fully into her lap, straddling her. The word barely survived the trip out of her mouth. Her shoulders had gone rigid beneath you, every trace of her earlier frustration with the game replaced by a nervousness she couldn’t disguise.
You pressed a kiss to her cheek, lingering there long enough to feel the heat burning beneath her skin. “Maybe you should use that girl cock to make me feel really good, hm?” you murmured against her.
Her hands trembled when they found your waist. Abby held you cautiously at first, fingers flexing against your sides as though she couldn’t decide whether to pull you closer or keep you exactly where you were.
You rolled your hips against her once, denim scraping against denim, and the reaction tore out of her before she could swallow it. She gasped, loud and startled, her grip tightening instinctively around you.
“I’ve never...” Abby’s voice faltered. Her eyes dropped between your bodies before darting back to your face, embarrassed by even that brief glance. “I don’t know.”
The admission softened you. You brought both hands to her face, holding her cheeks between your palms until she had nowhere comfortable to look except at you. “How about I show you?” You tilted your head, studying the uncertainty gathering across her expression.
Abby caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her brows drew together, making her look painfully earnest beneath all that flushed skin. “Show me?” she whispered, the question coming out smaller than she probably intended.
You nodded, letting a teasing smile curl across your mouth. “Show you just how I like it.” The words made Abby swallow hard, her eyes following you as you finally lifted yourself from her lap.
You kissed her neck slowly. “I can make you feel really good.” you moaned into her. “If you sit nice and still, you can make me feel good too.” you giggled.
She nodded quickly. “F-fine,.” she said shyly. “Just dont… dont make fun.”
You chuckled as you slid lower, fingers working the button free on her pants. “Oh, I won’t.”
The zipper gave under your pull, fabric easing down her hips until her cock sprang free, thick and flushed, a bead of precum already gathering at the tip. It pulsed once in the open air, heavy against her stomach.
“Oh my god.” The words left you in a soft gasp.
She was panting already, blue eyes fixed downward, watching every shift of your hands. Another twitch ran through her length as you stared. You leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the head, tasting the salt of her.
Her head dropped back against the couch, still half-sprawled on the floor. A sharp inhale cut through the quiet, followed by another.
She kept looking down at you, chest rising too fast.
“Wow.” You smirked, tilting your head as you closed your palm around her. “No one’s ever touched you here, huh?”
She whimpered the second your fingers tightened, hips giving a helpless squirm. “N-no.” The shake of her head was quick, almost frantic. “No one.”
You pouted, mock-wounded, and trailed kisses down the shaft. “Wow. I feel so honored.” Another soft press of your mouth. “Does that feel good?”
She never got the chance to answer. Your tongue dragged up the underside, then down again, slowly.
Her hips jerked hard, a gasp tearing free. “I want…” The words came broken, hips bucking once more. “I want you to f-feel good.”
Your eyes widened. “Me?” You pulled back just enough to look at her. “Really?”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
You took her into your mouth instead, the blunt heat of her sliding past your lips in one smooth motion. She filled the soft space of your tonguee, heavy and pulsing, the salt of her skin sharp against the back of your throat. You sealed your mouth around her and sucked firmly, cheeks hollowing, drawing her deeper while your tongue began a slow circle around the swollen head.
The motion was unhurried, almost studious, mapping every ridge and the way she twitched in answer.
Her hands rose and hovered just above your hair, fingers spread and trembling so hard you could feel the faint disturbance in the air between you. They never quite landed, caught somewhere between the urge to pull you closer and the fear of what that closeness might do.
A soft, broken sound escaped her as your tongue pressed harder against the sensitive underside, swirling once more, then again, slow enough that she had no choice but to feel every second of it.
Her hips twitched again and again, small, involuntary jolts that she fought with everything she had. Thighs tensed hard beneath your palms; the muscles in her stomach jumped and locked as she tried to stay still, tried not to thrust up into the wet heat of your mouth. Each movement sent another faint pulse through her cock, and you answered it with another firm suck, another patient swirl of your tongue, letting the quiet intensity of it pull soft, helpless sounds from her throat.
“Please.” The plea was thin, shivering. “Y-you—I want…” She panted hard, body taut with the effort of holding back. “Wait, I’m…” Her head shook once, sharp. “I think I’m gonna c-cum…” Teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
You felt the warning twitch and eased off, coming off of her cock with a soft sucking sound.
She cried out, hips snapping upward into empty air. “Fuck!” Fingers dug into the hard plane of her stomach. “Oh fuck, I… I want to cum, I want it…”
You sighed, the sound almost teasing. “I thought you wanted me to feel good?”
Her eyes flew open. She nodded so fast it looked painful. “I do! I do—please, I want you to feel good too!”
You smiled, unbuttoned your own jeans, and slid the fabric down your legs. “Next time I’ll teach you how to eat my pussy.” A soft giggle slipped out as you swung a leg over her, straddling her hips.
“What are you doing?” Panic edged her voice. “We don’t have a cond—”
You sank down before she finished. You were already dripping; she slid in with almost no resistance, thick and hot, filling you in one smooth motion.
She gasped, whole body shaking, hands flying to grip your ass. “Holy shit!” Breath came in short bursts. “It’s so warm—” Eyes shut tight, a whimper caught in her throat as she tried to stay calm.
You rolled your hips, testing the stretch. “Fuck, Abby, you didn’t say you were so big.” The moan broke on the last word; you bit your lip and let your head tip back. “Oh, it’s so good.”
She nodded, thighs trembling, hips giving small answering rocks. Her grip on your ass stayed firm while she stared down at your cunt stretching over her cock, watching the slow slide.
“T-take it… o-out.” The words came out small, blue eyes lifting to yours, wide and wet.
“Why?” You rode her faster, wetness slicking her length with every rise and fall.
She shook her head, trying to push at your hips. “Because I’m gonna cum!” The whine cracked. “You’ll get—”
“Breed me.” You panted the words, speeding up, leaning down to catch her mouth in a messy kiss while you fucked yourself harder onto her. “Come on—breed my pussy.” Another moan against her lips. “My pussy—breed my pussy—”
She gasped and whimpered, body starting to shake beneath you. “We need a condom—” The protest dissolved into a broken sound as her hips moved on their own. “Fuck, it’s so… ah! Good—” She bit her lip hard enough that tears slipped free at the corners of her eyes.
“Oh yeah? Feel that good?” You kept the pace relentless. “My pussy’s so good you’re crying?”
She nodded instead of speaking, then seized your hips and thrust up once, hard. Heat flooded you in thick pulses as she came, still thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks, breath ragged.
Your walls fluttered around her. Eyes rolling back, you felt every spurt. “Abby…” The name came out soft. “Just stay still now.” You kept moving, riding her through it, chasing your own edge.
“Wait—!” She yelped, voice cracking. “Too sensitive, I—”
You shook your head and covered her mouth with one hand. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Just breathe.” Her cum was already leaking out around her cock, the wet heat and the friction pushing you over. “Fuck, Abby—”
She shook underneath you, tears spilling freely now, soft sobs of pure sensation. “My cock—” The words broke. “It feels too good—”
You nodded, still moving, milking every last pulse from her as your own orgasm tore through. “Almost done… you’re so good. Just stay like that.”
Her nails dug into the soft flesh of your ass while you thrust through the last waves, dragging every drop of her out and into you. Then you collapsed forward, chest to chest, still joined.
“Abby.” The name left you in a quiet purr. “You felt so good.”
She nodded, arms tightening around you. “S-so good.” The words were barely more than breath.
You stayed there, listening to the shared rhythm of your breathing, her cock still buried deep. After a long moment she squirmed faintly beneath you.
“I think…” A small whimper colored the words. “I could beat you at Mario Kart now.”
