here me out, an Abby fic where both Abby and reader are in a band. Abby’s drummer, reader is singer and guitarist. Fans have their suspicions, but no one really knows what happens backstage 👀
drummer!abby x guitarist!reader, singer!reader
cw: scissoring, pussy slapping, thigh humping, kissing, spanking, boob play
tonight’s concert was loud. louder than usual. abby was on the drums, playing more aggressive than usual. she didn’t mean to, but fuck was she distracted by your outfit. every time you pranced and jumped around on stage with that guitar wrapped around your chest, your skirt slid up. she wanted to stand up and pull it down so nobody else could see, yet she was the only one staring.
the way your fingers moved against the guitar reminded her of how good your fingers worked inside of her. she found herself squeezing her thighs together, drums forgotten. she was so distracted, and you were so oblivious. she wanted to get this shit over with.
finally, once the concert was over with, abby couldn’t wait to get you backstage. she waited for the rest of the bandmates to leave before she came up from behind you, wrapping her arms around you. “you wearin’ this for me? hm?” abby asked, hands wandering down to the skirt. she fiddled with the hem of the pink fabric before sliding her hands down to your thigh. this wasn’t a new occurrence.
with a faux confused look, you asked, “what do you mean? it’s just what the stylist gave me.” abby scoffed at that, giving your soft skin a rough squeeze. her mouth found your neck, biting it and soothing it with her tongue. “yeah?” she hummed sarcastically, dragging her mouth to your ear. she nipped at it and you held back a whimper, not wanting to give her that satisfaction yet. “yeah..” you replied, your voice slightly pitching in a please whine.
abby’s other hand moved upward, going underneath your shirt to tease your breast. she led you over to a small couch in the corner of the room. abby removed your shirt, tossing it to the side. “look at those pretty tits.” abby said, a wolfish grin on the girls face. she pinched your nipple between her fingers, twisting it around. “abby!” you whimpered, squirming around. then, you felt a sharp sting to your ass. “hold still, doll.” abby demanded, her mouth going to your other boob. “been wantin’ this all damn day.” she grumbled against a peaked nipple.
then, she finally removed the last barrier of clothing on your body. that skirt that had been driving her insane. you shivered at the sudden coldness against your pussy, leaning into her warmth. abby pulled away for a moment, removing her clothes as well. then, she sat down, patting her thigh. “hump.” she commanded. you nodded frantically, sliding onto her firm thigh. you held onto her shoulder as you rutted your wet, hot pussy against her thigh. “there you go, doll. you’re doing so well. keep goin’.”
when she noticed you getting wetter, she lifted you off her lap and laid you down, thumb circling your clit. “please, abby..” you cried, begging for her touch. abby lightly slapped your pussy, just enough for you to squirm. “you want it that bad, baby?” abby tangled her legs with yours, her folds pressing against yours. her hips started off as a slow, heavy grind, pressing exactly where you needed her to. then, the movement grew faster, harder as the two grew needy. “i-i’m so close, abby.” you said, cheeks a dark flush of red as you moved your hips up, clit hitting hard against hers. the sound of slick wetness filled the room along with the desperate moans of you and abby. “fuck..me too..” abby whimpered. the two both came at the same time, leaving a mess on your thighs and on the peoples couch. poor janitor.