Biker!Abby x Reader
SMUT! SMUT SMUT SMUT!
MMDNI
wc:2.5k
A missed taxi leads to one reckless decision, and a stranger on a motorcycle changes the course of the night forever.
The low rumble of an engine rolled through the parking lot, pulling your attention away from the mirror in your hand. Your friends had disappeared nearly twenty minutes ago, laughing as they climbed into another car after deciding two shots had been enough to call it a night. They'd insisted you stay out a little longer, insisted you wear this.
The red pleather tank clung to your skin, the black mini skirt riding higher than you would've chosen for yourself. Matching boots completed the outfit your friend had sworn would make you "finally look hot." You felt more dressed as a stranger than yourself.
You caught your reflection in the compact mirror balanced in your palm. Your hair hung pin-straight around your face, stripped of every wave you'd usually leave alone. With a quiet sigh, you smoothed another layer of lip gloss across your mouth while the empty street stretched before you, waiting for the glow of your taxi's headlights.
"A girl as pretty as you shouldn't be waiting out here alone." The voice drifted in from your left, smooth enough to make you look up.
You snapped the compact shut and tucked it into your purse before shaking your head. "I'm fine," you said, the words carrying more impatience than confidence.
A soft laugh answered you.
"I could give you a ride." The woman stepped around until she stood in front of you, flicking a lighter beneath a cigarette. The flame briefly painted her face in amber before disappearing. She took a slow drag and exhaled toward the empty street. "If you're nice."
You studied her despite yourself.
She towered over you, easily six feet tall, broad enough to block the glow spilling from the bar's front windows. Muscles strained beneath a dark red leather jacket that looked worn in all the right places. Riding jeans disappeared into heavy black boiler boots scuffed from use instead of fashion. Her lips gleamed beneath dark gloss, purple shadow framed pale blue eyes, and long blond hair fell in a shag that brushed the collar of her jacket. Silver climbed both ears in neat rows of piercings, matching the thick rings covering her fingers and the chain resting against her throat.
You shifted your weight onto one hip, unable to hide the amused curve tugging at your mouth. "If I'm good?" you asked.
A deeper chuckle settled in her chest. She nodded once before pointing her thumb toward the motorcycle parked along the curb. "Uh-huh." Pride slipped into her grin. "Got a nice ride."
Your gaze followed hers to the bike before returning to her face. "Were you drinking?" you asked quietly.
She stepped closer without hesitation, her expression softening into playful confidence. "Not one bit." A crooked smirk appeared. "Do I smell like it?"
The scent of cigarette smoke reached you first, followed by leather, engine oil, and a trace of expensive perfume hiding beneath both. Before you realized she'd closed the distance, her large hand settled lightly against your hip.
"Maybe," you replied with a quiet scoff, refusing to lean away. "My taxi should be here any minute."
Her thumb brushed once against the fabric of your skirt before she bent toward your ear, close enough for her voice to slip beneath the noise of passing traffic.
"The taxi won't be nearly as fun," she murmured.
You shoved her hand away with a scrunched nose, a laugh escaping before you could stop it. "No way." Your eyes rolled toward the dark street. "Absolutely not."
She answered with an exaggerated sigh that held no disappointment, only amusement. Turning on her heel, she strolled back toward the motorcycle and swung the helmet casually from two fingers.
"You can wear my helmet," she called over her shoulder, her voice carrying easily through the cool night air.
You glanced toward the road again.
The curb remained empty. No headlights. No yellow taxi weaving through traffic. The breeze had sharpened while you'd been standing outside, slipping beneath your skirt and bare arms until goosebumps prickled across your skin.
When you looked back, she was waiting beside the bike, gently rocking the helmet in her hands with effortless patience. Her grin hadn't faded. If anything, she looked entertained by the silence stretching between you.
You let out a long, defeated groan.
"Fine," you muttered, throwing your hands into the air before stomping across the pavement. "Fine."
Her smile spread wider as you stopped in front of her.
"Now that's a good girl," she murmured, lifting the helmet over your head.
You opened your mouth to protest the nickname, but her fingers were already adjusting the straps beneath your chin with surprising care. Her knuckles brushed your jaw as she tightened the buckle, giving it a small tug to make sure it sat securely before patting the top of the helmet with quiet satisfaction.
"There." Her eyes met yours for a brief second. "Perfect."
She swung one long leg over the motorcycle with practiced ease and brought the engine roaring back to life beneath her. The vibration traveled through the pavement before you finally climbed on behind her.
Heat rushed into your face.
The skirt suddenly felt criminally short.
You hesitated with one foot on the peg, tugging the hem lower as you climbed onto the seat, convinced every passing car had a perfect view beneath the fabric. The leather stuck against the backs of your thighs while you awkwardly tried to settle without exposing yourself to half the city.
Before you could complain, she reached back, caught both of your wrists, and drew your arms around her waist.
Your palms landed against the firm muscles beneath her leather jacket.
"There," she said over the growl of the engine, her voice softened by the helmet between you. "You'll stay on that way."
She peeled your fingers together across her stomach for good measure, then twisted the throttle.
The motorcycle lurched forward, and instinct erased every ounce of pride you had left.
The motorcycle surged onto the highway, its engine settling into a steady growl beneath you. Wind rushed past your helmet, tugging loose strands of hair free as the city lights stretched into long ribbons of gold and white.
You tightened your grip around her waist without thinking, your fingers pressing into the firm muscles beneath her leather jacket each time the bike leaned through a curve.
For a few quiet moments, the ride settled your nerves.
One of her hands slipped from the handlebars.
Your breath caught as her fingers drifted backward, brushing teasingly against your pussy through your panties.
Heat rushed to your face.
"Pay attention to the road!" you squealed, your thighs instinctively squeezing together as you jerked away from her wandering hand.
Her laughter vibrated through her back before you heard it over the engine, warm and completely unbothered. Instead of answering, she eased off the throttle and guided the motorcycle beneath the bright canopy of a gas station. Fluorescent lights washed over the pavement as she coasted to a stop beside a pump.
You pulled the helmet off with an exasperated huff and climbed off the bike, planting both hands against the seat to steady yourself. Cool night air rushed over your flushed skin.
"You're supposed to be taking me home," you complained, shooting her a look.
She remained seated for another second before swinging one boot onto the pavement. Tilting her head, she caught her lower lip between her teeth, amusement dancing across her face.
"I need gas," she purred, gesturing toward the empty fuel tank with an innocent shrug.
"I don't live that far," you started, folding your arms across your chest.
Before you could finish, she stepped into your space.
The distance vanished in a heartbeat.
She bent until her face hovered inches from yours, close enough that you could smell cigarette smoke lingering beneath her perfume and feel the warmth of her breath against your lips. For a suspended second, it seemed inevitable that she would kiss you.
Instead, her mouth curled into an infuriating grin.
"I'll buy you a soda," she murmured, her voice dropping into a coaxing whisper. "Or candy, if you come inside with me."
You stared at her for another beat before letting out a dramatic sigh.
"Fine," you muttered, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing your smile.
Swinging your leg fully away from the bike, you brushed past her shoulder and headed toward the convenience store's glowing entrance.
A soft chuckle followed close behind as she fell into step beside you.
Her hand settled at the small of your back as she steered you through the narrow aisles, the steady pressure of her palm guiding each step toward the bright rows of candy.
The heat of her skin bled through the thin fabric there, a quiet claim that made the leather of your tank top and the short hem of your mini skirt feel suddenly constricting, as if the material itself had grown aware of her nearness.
She paused in front of the counter, eyes moving across the packages. “Which one you want?”
You hesitated, gaze drifting between the glossy bars of chocolate and the bright bags of gummies, the ordinary decision suddenly weighted by the closeness of her body.
Then her fingers slipped beneath the edge of your skirt. They traced the curve of your ass before sliding lower, rubbing slowly between your legs until they found the soft heat of your pussy.
“Keep quiet,” she whispered, the words warm against your ear. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know, huh?” The sweetness in her tone only sharpened the edge of it.
You bit down hard on your lip as your legs trembled. She kept circling your entrance from behind, unhurried.
“Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head, heat climbing the back of your neck in a flush you couldn’t hide. But she withdrew her hand all the same, the sudden absence almost worse than the touch itself.
“Pick a candy,” she said, a small smirk pulling at her mouth.
You swallowed the gasp that tried to escape and reached for a bag of gummy worms, the plastic crinkling too loudly in your unsteady fingers.
She watched you with quiet amusement. “I like these.” A soft chuckle followed. “I’ll buy them. You wait for me in the bathroom.”
“Bathroom?” The word left you tilted slightly toward her, uncertain.
She nodded, slow and deliberate. “How else are you going to repay me, sweetness?”
You shook your head at once, the protest rising sharp and low. “I’m not a hooker. Not here.”
She cooed the words soft against the space between you, that familiar smirk already in place. “C’mon. Wouldn’t want a dirty pervert biker in your house, hm?”
You swallowed and glanced toward the bathroom door. Then you walked to it, stepped inside, and turned the lock. The small room forced you to pace in tight circles while your eyes took in the grime along the edges of the sink and the sour, lingering stink that clung to the air.
You swallowed again, harder this time, trying to push the details away even as wetness gathered between your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your panties.
You unlocked the door and she pushed in at once, mouth finding yours in a hard kiss while her free hand twisted the lock behind her. She lifted you onto the sink in one motion; a shudder ran through you at the thought of how filthy the surface must be beneath your skin. She spread your legs without hesitation, sliding your panties to the side so that two thick fingers could stretch you open in a single, deliberate push.
Her palm covered your mouth before any sound could escape. “You know I’m sorry,” she breathed against you, the words low and close. “But we have to be fast.” The purr in her voice softened the edges of the apology without erasing them.
Her fingers worked you roughly, driving deeper until your eyes rolled back and slick coated her skin. Then she bent, placing open-mouthed kisses against your clit before drawing it between her lips and sucking with careful pressure.
You covered your own mouth with one hand and rocked forward into the heat of her tongue. She made a small, answering sound against you, a soft whimper that vibrated through the contact as she looked up, watching every shift of your body.
Your hips ground down harder onto her fingers while the tension inside you coiled and broke; you came hard, the release sharp enough to leave you trembling. She whimpered again and sucked more firmly at your clit, drawing the last of the pulse from you before easing away.
Once the wave had passed she lifted you, turning your body so that your back faced her. The sound of her unbuttoning the riding pants reached you first, followed by the sight of the strap she had already been wearing. You gasped as she pushed it into you in one swift motion; there was no time to adjust, and the sudden stretch flooded through you with a dizzying intensity.
Her hand closed around your throat while she fucked into you, soft moans leaving her as though the strap were her own cock. “You look so good taking it,” she grunted, the words broken by each thrust. “Perfect girl.” The praise left her on every sharp exhale.
You bit your lip, breath turning ragged under the pressure at your throat. Your hands found hers and dug in, nails pressing crescents into her skin while gasps tore free with every hard drive of her hips. The second orgasm hit you while your legs shook hard enough that standing became a struggle.
She eased you down until your cheek met the grimy bathroom floor, her boot settling beside your face as she fucked into you harder. You wrapped both hands around the leather and brought your mouth to it, kissing and licking along the surface of the riding boot.
“Oh yeah?” she asked, the question rough with the effort of her breathing as she kept thrusting.
You pulled your tits free of the leather tank top, bit your lip, and nodded. Your tongue traced higher along the boot before another kiss landed. “I love when women wear these,” you moaned, the words spilling out as she drove deeper.
A low chuckle answered you. “Is this what you wanted since I picked you up?” The question left her rough-edged and certain.
You nodded, cheek still pressed to the floor, one hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit while you stayed bent for her. Then, two of her fingers pushed into your ass, and her thrusts grew harder. Your eyes rolled back; your body shook as another climax tore through you around the strap.
You gasped when she finally pulled free. She lifted you again and kissed you with the same roughness as before, the taste of the moment still between you.
“How about we go to my place instead?” she murmured against your mouth. “I’ve got more toys for you to try.”
You held still for a breath, staring into the clear blue of her eyes. Your lip caught between your teeth as the unspoken question settled in the narrow space that remained. You stood caught between the two paths opening in front of you.
