lost and found
Abraham & reader- word count~1402
Summary~ Stranded in a walker surrounded store with an egotistical man can sometimes pose as an opportunity instead of a challenge…
🏷️: 18+MDNI, smut with little plot, female reader with female anatomy, age gap, size difference, dom!Abraham, p in v sex, no protection, mouth covering, Abraham calls reader nicknames, praise!kink,mentions of drinking, Abraham smokes a cigar,slight hate/ enemies to lovers!dynamic, Softdom!Abraham,outbreak!au,no use of Y/N.
First time writing for loml
It had been weeks since your group had anything close to a place to call home or resources you could rely on for survival. Every desperate search for food, every whispered prayer for safety, had led to nothing but disappointment—and eventually, a run-in with a camp of cannibals. Somewhere along the way, you met Abraham, and you made it clear from the start exactly what you thought of his arrogant, egoistical attitude.
So when he suggested the two of you head out alone to search for supplies after the loss of one of your own, surprise didn’t even begin to cover it. Still, against your better judgment—and growing boredom—you agreed.
And that’s how you ended up here—stuck in the back of an abandoned Walker-infested grocery store, hiding out in the decaying lost and found section, wondering how you got so wet from the manhandling of a man twice your age and twice your size.
It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, even if you wanted it to.
“Atta girl, ya like me taking ya like this don’t ya? Like how deep I am inside ya?” He growled deeply into your neck from behind—southern accent dripping with sex,making you spasm uncontrollably around his thickness. His relentless rutting slowly began lacking a composed rhythm—sloppily moving you back and forth. His calloused hands gripped your thighs with urgency—keeping you close to him and leaving them blushed pink. “I don’t hear no reply sweetheart” he murmured through a shit eating grin—flipping you around to face him—spreading your legs for his own pleasure. All you could do was blabber incoherent whimpers as your hands found home on his broad shoulders. “M’-fuck-gonna need an answer from ya” he spat—forehead sticking to yours with sweat. You gathered the energy to mumble a weak “yes” suddenly feeling shy under his authoritative gaze—whimpering no louder than a whisper as your fingernails prodded into his sun kissed flesh. “You and I both know I need more from ya then that sweetheart, ya gotta tell me how good I’m making ya feel.”
The intoxication of his unpredictable thrusts made your jaw hang low and eyes squeeze tight, as you gathered the strength to compose your thoughts into coherent-ness. “S’too much-too deep-”
“The only words you can get out are complaints on how well I’m giving it ya darling? Are you serious? That really-fuck- all you wanna say t’me?”He cooed mockingly, rough hands finding comfort in the folds of your wetness where your body’s collided. How was he finding the exact words to say? The exact buttons to push? The exact unexplored parts of you to fuck?
He loved the control he had over you, the ability to take your usual hateful side, and turn it into upmost submission—having your cute figure effortlessly sprawled out beneath him on the cold oak-wood desk—having his fun with you.
You were never the strong, authoritative type when things got tense. Even before everything fell apart, you relied on others to guide you, to make the hard calls. Surviving now—hiding from walkers—is no different.
Abraham, on the other hand, isn’t built that way. Where you’re gentle and hesitant, he’s decisive, sharp, and unafraid to take control. He doesn’t second-guess—he acts. Even you can see that, no matter how different the two of you are.So when the walkers flooded in and you found yourself hiding in the lost and found, you didn’t hesitate. For once, you let go of your uncertainty and put your faith in him.
After the swift discovery of an abandoned whiskey bottle admist the cramped room, you discovered the dynamic was no different during fucking.
“All I’ve done so far s’tell you how well your sweet pussy is taking me darling, I think it’s about time you tell me how much you are enjoying yourself” He mutters softly, large palms prodding at the underside of your blood stained blouse, peeling the material slick with sweat to reveal the curves of your abdomen. “S’good. You-it’s a lot”You simply whimper, voice shaking with lust and uncertainty of safety from the ever growing sounds of groans and scratching outside. His expression changes, no longer displaying himself as cruel, yet understandingly sympathetic. “I know sweet thing, I know, they can’t hear us though— I can shut ya up real quick if I have to.” He mutters assuringly- with his copper beard grazing the underside of your cheeks as his chapped lips peppered your nose in kisses. You knew you couldn’t say anything more than that without your voice shaking pathetically- and your cunt throbbing disobediently. Instead, your spine arched from the new sensation, clenching onto him deeper—causing his hips to buck into your wrecked heat uncontrollably.
Abraham’s head moves into the available slot between your neck—seizing the opportunity to lick and suck sweet bruises into your unwashed skin, drool slowly trickling to your collarbone. The virgin feeling makes you jolt even further, wrapping your legs around the expanse of his torso, the pudge of his stomach encasing your lower frame. The harsh sensation of proximity makes your breath tremble. He knows you’re close. He is too, even if he’s too egocentric to admit it right now.“Just like that baby, ya squeezing me just right” He hums as his nubby thumb reaches down to draw 8’s upon your puffy clit. “If you carry on whining under me like this ‘m not gonna last must longer”.
You felt yourself loose any ounce of control after that.
The faint mumbling of Abraham’s encouragement was drowned out by the sheer feeling of contentment —your dry throat sobbed softly into the flesh of his palm—now covering your mouth and the sweet noises you were making. “There we go sweetheart, juuust like that, carry on milking my cock” He encouraged, the hints of sarcasm and Texas drawl drawing you in like heavenly hymns. “M close-shit-y’gotta stay still f’me sweetheart.”
And you did. The combination of begging and praises falling from his once arrogant mouth which once filled you with rage and clenched-fists has been replaced by the rolling of your doe-eyes, and the fluttering of your cunt—keeping you utterly obedient to his demands.
Being the gentleman he is— Abraham rode out your orgasm with you, before swiftly pulling out—causing an unsatisfied whine to fall from your plush lips—the new feeling of emptiness feeling foreign.Before you can register what he’s doing, hot spurts of white paint the entirety of your stomach, coating you in his seed. “Holy fucking shit” he mumbles, more for himself than for you— pressing firmly into the curves of your hips. You both lie there intertwined for a second,panting, looking up at the ceiling to gather your thoughts-any thoughts you can grasp.
Abraham moves the hair from out of your face, caressing the underside of your cheek, chucking softly—Leading you to clench again onto nothingness, the alien feeling leaving you feel unsettled and creating a longing urge of wanting more—wanting him inside you again already.
“Fuck, Abraham” you giggled through gasps, desperately searching for fresh air. “You are really-something-that was…” you don’t even have the words to describe how well this man just fucked you.
“-good?” He overtures cockily,fingers now clumsily clasping the buckle of his leather belt together again. He doesn’t even wait for a response from you, the arrogant demeanour slowly approaching his form again.He turns his back to you—placing his hands into the hidden compartments of his backpack, pulling out a rolled bundle of tobacco and with no trouble drawing it to his lips.How is he so composed already?
You’re an obedient little thing aren’t ya, huh?” He lights the cigar “Or have you learnt something new about yourself?” The devilish mocking tone hinted he found amusement in your pleasure. Your surroundings steadily poured back into you. The walkers, the smell of stale liquor, the asshole in the form of a hunched figure now lurking over you again, bringing the cigar to your open mouth—still gasping for composure. A chuckle formed in the depths of his throat, dry and deep as he saw your gaze become downturned, refusing to look him in the eye.
“No need to get all shy on me now gorgeous, use ya pretty mouth and tell me. You and I both know there’s no need to keep this hate streak goin, yeah?”
You inaudibly curse to yourself— this copper haired prick will never live this down and you both know it.
Now how are you going to get out of here?
