CW: smut, MDNI, mean!abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, toxic relationship, abby and her gotdamn strap, breeding, degradation, praise if you squint and turn your head to the side, overstimulation, established safeword, don’t date women like this
A/N: brought to you by me regressing to crazy high school me to find ideas for this!
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Mean!abby who refuses to let you talk to other girls, who cares you broke up five times already? You know you are hers. Of course she could go off and fuck any girl with a beating heart…but she always thought of you!
Mean!abby who sent the girl you started talking to after her pictures of you fucked out on her strap, a soaking pathetic mess. Sent with the caption, ‘look how cute your girlfriend looks soaking my cock’
Mean!abby that facefucks you till you’re gagging, tears welling in your eyes. Holding you by the back of your scalp, lips touching the base of her cock as spit covers your face. “You want it? fucking work for it,” pulling you off her strap just to rut her hips back into your throat.
Mean!abby who insists on breeding you, every. fucking. time. you come back. “My fucking pussy, you know she’ll always be mine,” she’d say pumping relentless thrusts into you, you swore when she got like this she could actually do it. After you’d come she’d take own sticky cum that pooled under her strap, shoving it so deep inside of you that your vision goes white, “good girl take my cum, just like that.”
Mean!abby who only turns the vibrator higher after you come to hear you scream, watch as you squirm around under her. “You fucking like it slut, quit screaming,” she’d say grinning ear to ear, she loved seeing you so sensitive, not that she’d ever admit it. “Abby too much!” You said nearing a forgotten amount of orgasms that night. “Do you need to use your word?” She’d question, the first hint of remorse hidden in her proposal. You shake your head in refusal. “That’s what I thought, shut up and give me another one.”
Mean!abby who won’t let you finish. She’ll make you fuck yourself with her dildo, even while you beg her, panting sweaty mess because you can’t get yourself off without her. She’ll just watch you, laughing at how pathetic you look. “I wish you could see how fucking pathetic you look right now.” So she’d place you in front of her mirror to watch yourself, pouting as she pinches at your nipples just to fuck with you.
Mean!abby that will never admit she’s fucking obsessed with you. Obsessed with making you cum. Obsessed with knowing you’ll always belong to her.
mean!abby who treats you like dirt on her shoes in public, tells her friends your just another one of her casual hookups, and flirts with other *prettier* women in front of you
narcissist!abby who gaslights the fuck out of you when you don’t take her back with open arms after your guys’ worst argument yet
“i do everything for you. and this is how i’m repayed? i don’t think you understand how good i am to you. nobody else could love you like i do.
a/n: thx to pookie for the title ideaaa. luv ya babes <33. also the same person who accidentally called tumblr 'cumblr'. also- i JUST started to play/watch tlou2 and i'm just getting the last 5 hours where it shows abby and i'm not her biggest fan atm bc she's serving dykey in denial homewrecker and i'm not living for it 😞
warnings: MAD over stimulation, strap, vibrator, safe word, boob play, mean!abby, blood, biting, hair pulling, lactation (reader is on hormone pills for it or not. you can just pretend if u want 😭), not stopping when asked, aftercare, porn w/o plot, swearing, squirting, slapping, bondage, breeding.
a warm orange glow spilled through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating the thick air of the room. the world seemed to be going in slow motion, the cars that drove by in your ear drums were barely audible, no voices outside conversing, just silence.
the only thing you could hear was the reverberating of the pink bullet vibrator that hummed loudly around the room. the squelches around the room. abby's soft grunts.
and most of all- your begs and pleas for her to stop, or to slow down.
"abs" you lament, the bullet on your clit that wasn't numb, but broken, yes broken. she had tortured your poor clit now for so long that it aches and stung with any touch or graze. the hood of your clit was puffy, red, and it had a slit in it that was the color of blood, barely noticeable though.
the whole picture itself was so obscene, her hand gripping your now messy dutch braids, the ribbons had fallen out so many orgasms ago, her other hand gripping your neck, her fingers squeezing the sides.
"you wanna be a fucking brat?" she says, sweat dripping down her forehead. "then you get treated like a fucking brat" she says through gritted teeth, panting heavily at how monster like she pounded you.
the red strap hit your cervix every time, it was so much to take the first time, and now that you've came probably 4 times now, now it's hell.
"abs please slow down" you sob.
"don't tell me what to fucking do" she spits, raising a hand behind her head and bringing it down to smack your cheek harshly. you wince, your cheek sore from all the times you've been smacked.
you were nearing your fifth orgasm of the night, her strap ramming in and out of you at a horrific pace. orgasms hurt at this point, her strap still ramming in and out of you the vibrator circling your stinging clit quickly through your orgasm, her movements never stopping.
"abs i-i've came 5 times now...please..stop" you pant, so lethargic now.
"comon, just give me one more, 'kay? then i'll stop, i know this fucking cunt can take it, she loves my cock" abby says, her words weren't directed at you but at your weeping pussy that sobbed juices out from her words, making her chuckle darkly.
"yeah she fucking loves it" abby smirks before her strap slides in and out of you again, showing no mercy.
your screams were breaking, your voice hoarse from all the screaming. your stomach hurt and you could see the tip of the silicone poking through your flesh, moving up and down with every thrust.
"gonna fill this cunt up, put a baby right there" she grunts, her hand laying gently on your stomach which soothes you the slightest.
she knew it was impossible, but god did she wish she could fill you up time after time with her cock, with her sticky juices spilling out of your tight hole. it was heavenly to her. but the thought got you so turned on, so close to your sixth orgasm.
"fuck" you scream, whining in between each scream.
you couldn't move, grab anything. your hands were cuffed to the headboard, as well as your ankles, something abby did when you were squirming around too much.
you made a snide remark that related to how strong she was, she was a pretty pussy person.
she didn't like that.
"yeah that fucking it, let me fill you up like the little whore you are" she spat.
it was so rude, a name you'd gasp at and burst into tears if anyone insulted you with that, but it got you off so much when she did it. the speed of the vibrator went up, circling right where that cut was on your clit, a gasp and cry breaking free from your throat. "not there, please abs" you whisper softly, staring into her sex-driven eyes.
abby was mean, but not mean enough to put you through pain you absolutely couldn't handle. so she moved the pleasing machinery down, where it wouldn't hurt you as much. she did give you a look, as if silently asking if that spot was ok. and it was ok, so you nodded before she went back to destroying her pussy.
the strap slid deliciously in and out of your bruised walls, every time you clenched around it, your pubic bone ached. her pace was inhumane, making you scream, whine, yell, whatever you could do.
"shut the fuck up" she spat, her lips smashing on yours and her tongue shoving down your throat as your gagged around her tongue, turning her on as a heat and ache dwells beneath her strap. she was so rampant.
your body trashes around, trying to break free of the restraints as her big frame held you down, moving her mouth down and staring at your tits which were spurting out small amounts of sweet nectar. abby stuck out her tongue, catching it on her tongue and taking your right nipple into her mouth, sucking in her cheeks as milk shot to the back of her throat. "these tits are mine" she says as-a-matter-of-factually.
"a..all yours abby.." you babble, the pleasure was so overwhelming you felt like you were gonna burst.
her mouth went back up to your neck, biting down on it harshly, making you gasp and your eyes flick open. she licked the sweet blood with her tongue, the metal taste lingering on her taste buds.
your body felt numb, only pain, no pleasure, you were being used like some sex doll. and you were, you were her sex doll.
"pay attention" abby says, her head chasing yours that tried to roll to the side. "pay attention to how my cocks fucking you so good" she grumbles, her hips rolling into you like her life depended solely on making you scream and wither like a flower under her.
"fuck abs gonna cum!" you scream, heart heavy as a weight was pushed on your chest, your orgasm dragging out of you. you felt another orgasm behind the first one, the first one was so fast though, like it didn't happen, until your whole body froze, your eyes crossed, and you shook violently as your eyes flashes white, all white in your vision as your ears rang.
"look at that...fucked out dumb" abby laughed at your appearance. "fuck look at my cunt squirting all over my cock" she mumbled, looking at the heavenly sight.
her eyes were glued and she practically whined at the sight. "abby..." you whimper.
"yeah baby?" she says softly, thinking you've came back to earth.
"it feels s'good" you babble incoherently.
"i know angel, i know," she praised you, stroking your hair until you finally came back to earth again, fully lucid.
you could still feel the strap inside of you, sitting there and moving slowly. it hurt so badly. "red" you gasp out.
it's like you told her the world was ending, she stopped her hips fully, pulled out and threw the strap somewhere along with the now turned off vibrator, uncuffed you and stared at you with wide blue shimmery eyes.
"are you okay, where's it hurt?" she looked over your body for an answer but your whole body was ruined by her.
"i needed you to stop.." you say barely above a panting whisper.
"okay...are you okay?" she asks, stroking the hair that was glued to your forehead with sweat out of the way.
"for now.." you say. "just hold me please" you whine. a small smile spreads on her face as she lays beside you and hold you close to her, her big freckled arms wrapped around your small, shaking, withering body.
"love you baby, got it?" she says, a kiss planted to your sweaty forehead.
"got it" you nod tiredly.
"say it back" she whines, furrowing her eyebrows.
it's funny how whiney she got when it came to sweet fluffy stuff, whining if you didn't say i love you back, or if she didn't like your simple nod.
"i love you too abs"
a/n: i do apologize if this sucks booty hole, i tried very hard though, for my beautiful abby stans out there <333
sfw/previous gf!abby hc’s ➜ part 1, part 2, part 3 (dark vers)
pairing: gf!abby x fem&afab!reader
cw: NSFW & MDNI. mean!abby, strap on (r!receiving) + sucking it + referring to it as ‘cock’, scissoring, dom!a/sub!r dynamic kinda but also whiny abby, slapping (r!receiving), namecalling (whore, slut) + petnames, use of ‘pussy’ + genetalia pronouns, bondage, vibrator (both), oral (both), mommy kink, modern au? lmao
a/n: recently revised - aug 2025
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Gf!Abby loves missionary. Getting to see your fucked out face and glossy eyes is the best part of it all for her.
Gf!Abby leaves marks. Neck, tits, thighs, ass, hips, it's all covered in her 'love marks.'
“Oh, baby, you look so pretty with my love marks. They’re everywhere, huh? Wanna help me count ‘em?”
Gf!Abby is a big fan of scissoring!! She's pushing as much as she can against you, desperate to feel your silky clits match up.
“Don’t stop looking at me, baby. Look at me when I cum on you.”
Gf!Abby LOVES SEEING YOU IN LINGERIE. SHE GETS SO FLUSTERED AND NEEDY.
Gf!Abby is indeed very dominant and prideful, but she's not above begging for you... even when she knows she already has you. She'll be scissoring you, and she'll be begging you to move your hips back on her.
“Pleaseeee baby, please. Move those pretty hips on me, please? I know you can do it, baby. I wanna feel our pussies kiss.”
Gf!Abby also scissors you with a vibrator in the middle of you guys. She wants you to run on it while she does, too! She's a nasty girl who's convinced you that your combined slick would make it feel 'so much better.'
Mean!Abby had a longggg talk with you about having sex with her. She would never let you guys have sex without knowing how rough it could get. You both have boundaries set, enthusiastic consent, safe words & safe actions (tapping her shoulder, green, yellow, red). She's very serious about it!!
Mean!Abby wants you on your knees sucking her strap. She slaps the tip of the toy cock on your face when you beg for a break to breathe.
Mean!Abby slaps your face while in missionary when you aren't looking at her, and she's not above calling you names while doing so!
“Look at me. You’re such a fucking slut for me. Can you even say that f’me right now?”
“Aw, poor little whore can’t take it anymore? Your pussy is still throbbin’ for it, we don’t wanna let her down, hmm?” She had you cum on her mouth 4 times already.
Mean!Abby likes to ride your face like a madwoman. She's GRINDING DOWNNNNN.
Mean!Abby likes to tie you up and force you to watch her use a vibrator on herself. She'll occasionally give you some attention, putting the vibrator on your pussy just long enough to make you teeter on the edge, but she'll never let you finish.
Mean!Abby tells you to call her mommy, and oh my god, she actually goes wild.
“Say it again… Yeah, that’s right. Mommy’s making you feel so good, hmm? Mommy’s pretty little whore… Takin’ her cock like a champ.” She's crooning and fucking her strap into you, deep but annoyingly slow. It's enough to make your pussy flutter, though. You body was desperate to keep her inside you. “Mhm, mommy’s gonna make it all better. I promise.”
author’s note: thanks nonnie! i was so nervous omg, and bc of u i made a little something something ‘bout mean!abby. english is not my first language.
warnings: not smut but sexual tension. modern au. slapping. jealousy. mention of bruises by sex. slight d/s dynamic. reader is called baby.
every saturday night were reserved for yours girl’s night, you and your friends would go to bars to talk and have fun without yours partners, so abby made her territory very clear last night. and there you were, looking yourself at the mirror after the eighth change of clothes and trying to cover the marks with concealer, you already had tried everything: the cold spoon, the mixing thing, the ice, even color theory but nothing could erase abby’s marks, you started to ask yourself if she was a kind of wolf or something.
“abbyyy…” you groaned and sat at the carpet floor defeated, “what’s wrong baby?” she said entering yours bedroom, “look at me!” she looked at you up and down and started smirking, she was proud of herself, “you look like wet dream.” “oh my god you’re shameless! i look like a slut, abby. how i’m gonna cover this up?”, she was fully smiling now, “you’re sadistic and never told me?” you said truly frustrated now, to abby was all a joke but you knew you couldn’t go out looking like you were attacked by a hungry octopus. “you look like a compromised woman, not a slut. but you’re my slut.” you rolled your eyes, “not in the mood abby.” you said dryly and got up again, heading to the bathroom again and praying that magically your concealer would work.
abby stood in the middle of the room after you said that, you were always in the mood with her, always so good and pliable to her, she was just shocked. “what you just said?” she asked when you went back to the closet, “i’m not in the mood for your bullshit abby.” you said without thinking too much, when you closed the drawer and turned to the door abby was already against you, with your phone on her hand and gripping your face with the other, “you are going to call your stupid friends and tell them that you can’t come today, okay?” she tilted her head to the side and looked at you with that look that made you question everything about yourself, you nodded and she was already calling your best friend. “hii baby, i’m so excited for to-” “i won’t be able to come, dressa.” you said quickly, “wait, what? why?” she asked and you eyed abby for answers and she smirked, she murmured “period cramps.” because everyone around you knew that you had the worst cramps so it was the perfect excuse, “my period came, and i’m having those cramps, you know? i spent the last two hours crying.” you said and dressa let out a gasp “i’m so sorry babe, really. if you need anything just tell me, okay? we’re gonna to take a shot extra for you.” abby rolled her eyes, “thanks baby, have fun! bye.” you said and quickly abby ended the call.
she discarded your phone on the ground and gripped your face harder, “my bullshit, hm?” you shook your head “that’s not what i meant ab-” “shut the fuck up.” she shouted and your eyes widened, she slapped hard across your face three times and your eyes were already wet and your face burning, “i think you need to remind who is in charge here”.
Summary: Stranded on patrol with the person you hate most, there’s not much to do besides fuck out your feelings
Notes: 18+ only, minors dni; enemies to lovers, hate sex, thigh riding, tribbing, semi-public sex, mean!Abby, switch!Abby, mentions of weapons/cordyceps (general tlou references), lots of swearing.
The fear settling in your gut should serve as a reminder of where you are.
Truthfully, it reminds you of where you are not. You are not sleeping peacefully in your bunk, or eating in the cafeteria with your friends, or anywhere under the protection of WLF and its adherents. You’re forced to focus on the places you’re not because you don’t actually know where you are.
You, and your patrol partner, Abby, are lost.
Your blonde counterpart walks five paces ahead, never bothering to look over her shoulder to see if you’re in tow. It’s your responsibility to keep up, she’d told you earlier in the day. I’m making it back – with or without you.
Now, you focus on her braided ponytail swishing between her shoulder blades in an effort to distract from the pain in your muscles and the burning ache in your calves.
The two of you have been walking for hours, not entirely sure of the direction or the destination. Abby seemed to be following a trail, but what was once eroded by familiarity now offers only bare traces of the path underfoot. It’s been a long time since anyone’s been where you are now.
Tall, heavy spruces block the view of the horizon, limiting the ability to gauge how far you’ve travelled or how close you are to the city.
While you’re surveying the thicket of trees around you, a root sticking up from the dirt catches you by surprise and sends you stumbling forward with a muttered oof.
Abby stops in her path, turning sharply to stare at you. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I tripped.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, I know. So does every other person lurking in the fucking woods.”
Your eyebrows pinch together, heat rising to your face as you struggle to maintain your composure. “Abby, there’s no one around for miles.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’m talking about the infected – what if you just woke up a hoard because you fell over their roots?”
“It was a tree root!” you spit back, offended that Abby would consider you to be so careless. “You could’ve warned me about it, by the way. Or you could at least tell me where we’re going.”
“I told you,” she seethes. “I’m going back to the truck.”
The two of you had been a part of a larger group of WLF members sent out to survey an area east of the city. Beyond the stadium and the neighborhoods surrounding it, there was an unkempt expanse of evergreens that stretched hundreds of acres deep. A few days ago, whisps of smoke were spotted rising through the treetops a couple miles in, and Isaac had prepared a group to investigate.
Ten people rode out to the location, including yourself and Abby. Most of the group suspected a small fire in the midst of Washington’s dry season, and a few others figured it was a group of stragglers setting up camp under the cover of the dense forest. Either way, there was little cause for alarm.
The group was split into pairs and instructed to search in small areas before reporting back to the vehicles with their findings. Provided with a crudely hand-drawn map and not much else, you and Abby left in search of whatever person or thing had caused the fire.
Somewhere along the way, you’d missed a turn or walked too far along a path and the two of you got lost, venturing deeper into the woods than you were supposed to. When you suggested that you retrace your steps, nothing on the map seemed familiar, and there was nothing to indicate that another group might be nearby.
You should’ve known something like this would happen. Anytime Abby was around, it was bad news – and she thought the same of you. Your mutual hatred was something the entire WLF base had heard about, and many had witnessed the arguments and shouting matches first-hand.
When the two of you were paired together by Manny, you could see the snickers on the faces of the other group members. Abby had huffed under her breath before shoving the map in your hands and flipping Manny off as she stomped in the opposite direction.
You were in charge of the map, but Abby ultimately had the final say in the direction you took, and you both blamed each other for the position you were in now.
“Abby, we’re walking in circles. How much longer are you going to pretend like you know where we’re going?”
Sweat rolls down the side of your neck and the strap of your gun digs uncomfortably into your shoulder. It’s clear that Abby’s in the same state of exhaustion as she adjusts the heavy holster on her hip. She hadn’t even bothered to count the bullets left between you – you’d die anyway without a way out of the forest.
“M’sorry, do you have a better plan?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “It’s your fault we’re lost, anyway.”
“My fault?” You stomp towards her, uncaring of the dry branches that snap under your feet. “How s’it my fault, Abby? You were the one in charge.”
“You had the map,” she insists, shoving her finger into your chest when you stop in front of her. “You should’ve been paying more attention.”
“Yeah, well you were the one in front. You must’ve led us the wrong way.” You say, enjoying the way Abby’s jaw tenses in frustration.
“When we get back, I’ll make sure Isaac knows that his favorite little lap dog is incapable of following directions.”
Abby’s expression morphs into that of rage. She pushes you away, sending you stumbling back a step.
“Fuck you,” she pants, puffing out her chest.
You react without thinking and shove her back, much harder than either of you had anticipated.
The shock sends Abby thudding onto the ground, her hands catching her weight before her ass hits the dirt. She kicks out in retaliation and swipes your feet from under you, sending you toppling over her form and driving you both onto the ground.
Landing against her chest, you’re forced to plant your hands on her shoulders to keep yourself upright. Abby’s chest heaves against yours and she scoots her hips to buck you off, unintentionally jostling you closer as you wrap your thighs around her waist to keep from being thrown onto the ground.
She grabs your hips and squeezes roughly in an effort to keep you from squirming any closer. When you stop to look at her, you’re astonished by the view. Her pupils are blown wide and strands of hair stick to her flushed cheeks and you can’t help but imagine that this is what she looks like when she fucks. Her breath comes in short puffs against your face and she licks her lips before tucking her chin to her chest to avoid the closeness of your position.
Overwrought with adrenaline, you follow the tilt of her head and smash your lips onto hers roughly. She pushes back after the surprise wears off, kissing you with fervor until you’re both forced to part for air.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I-I don’t know, I just thought –.”
Abby cuts you off by pressing your lips together again and curling one hand around your jaw.
“Don’t” she murmurs against your mouth. “Don’t think. Just take your fucking pants off.”
With her free hand, she works to remove the holster at her hip and you’re suddenly aware of the weapon still secured across your chest. You break the kiss to undo the strap from your shoulder, setting the gun to the side before yanking your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind you. Your bra follows shortly after, and when you return your attention to Abby, she’s watching you with hunger in her eyes.
“S’pretty,” she says, cupping your breasts and running her calloused fingers over your smooth skin. The warmth of her hands paired with the humid summer air melts the uncertainty from your bones and you press yourself into her touch without restraint.
“Who knew such a pest could have such nice tits.”
There’s a playful bite to her words and it’s reflexive the way you respond with the same fire.
“Always knew I’d be the one on top,” you quip, moving over her with a sugary voice and a faux roll of your hips. “Y’wanna take charge but you never do. You’re all bark and no bite.”
She bucks her hips up to jostle you in your place, grinning slyly when you lose your balance. “You’ve thought about this before then, huh?”
“Thought about what? Putting you in your place? All the time.”
Your hands go to the hem of Abby’s shirt, shucking the material up to her chest. She takes the hint and raises her arms up, letting you tug the fabric over her head. She reaches around her back to undo her bra, pulling it off and adding it to the mess of clothes around you.
Abby sits up with you in her lap and puts one hand on the back of your neck, bringing her lips to your throat to plant kisses anywhere she can reach. While she’s busy marking your flushed skin with her lips and grazing teeth, you work open the button of your pants and shimmy the thick material down your hips.
You remove yourself from her lap just long enough to pull your pants off while Abby takes the chance to do the same. When you’re bare to each other and the silent forest around you, she pulls you back on top of her and runs her hands up your sides.
“Y’gonna let me taste your pretty pussy? Huh? Gonna come on my mouth? Or d’you want my fingers instead? Bet you’re so pretty when you s—.”
You groan out loud, putting a hand over Abby’s mouth playfully. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
She laughs heartily against your palm, a chirpy sound you don’t think you’ve heard from her before. “Yes ma’am.”
Your hands move to her shoulders as Abby slots one of her thighs between yours, creating a divine pressure between your legs. Shifting your hips experimentally, you stutter over the muscled expanse of her thigh. The stimulation proves to be too much for your frantic mind and you struggle to keep a steady pace.
“Abby-” you choke out, thoughts too static to think of a better plead.
She grunts in acknowledgement, seeming to understand what you’re asking for. Her grip becomes pinching on your hips as she slides your cunt over your toned thigh, flexing her muscles in a way that sends an unexpected tremor through your clit.
The sudden pleasure makes you cry out, furrowing your brows together and throwing your head back as Abby leads your movements.
“S’that all it takes to get you to quit running your mouth? Y’just needed to get fucked, huh?”
Abby closes the space between the two of you, leaning in to kiss you again. She nips at your bottom lip, sinking her teeth into the gentle skin there and tugging sharply. A broken moan escapes your parted lips and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.
A sheen of slick glistens against her skin where you slide your puffy clit over her thigh. It takes all of your energy to remain upright as she ruts your hips over hers with a pace that blurs the line between pleasure and punishment.
You pull away from her mouth to suck in a breath of air, taking the chance to warn Abby of the tension building in your core.
“Gonna come, mmph – please.”
“That’s it,” she grunts, eager eyes transfixed on your tits bouncing in front of her face. “Let go – make a mess, baby.”
Pleasure overrides your senses, flooding your veins with a rich intensity and filling your chest with warmth. Your cunt throbs against her thigh, slick dribbling down her skin in sappy rivulets. She lets you ride out your orgasm for a minute longer, still grinding your hips against her thigh until you become too sensitive to continue.
“Too much,” you rasp, letting your hands rest on top of Abby’s as she slows the pace of your hips.
You gently squeeze her fingers in appreciation and the intimacy of your touch is almost too much for Abby to handle. She feels her own cunt clench at the sudden realization of your position – Abby might be the one making you come, but the way you command her through subtle touch lets her know that she’s not the only one capable of taking charge.
“S’my turn to make you feel good.”
Your voice snaps Abby out of her thoughts and she watches you reposition yourself between her legs to press your slick cunt against hers. Abby lets you have control, leaning back and resting on her elbows while you hover over her on your knees.
Your hands grasp at her thighs, forcing them further apart to make enough room for you to move. After a moment of adjustment, you find the perfect angle to rub your sensitive clit against hers, causing you to hiss from the feeling of bittersweet overstimulation.
The silence from Abby is unfamiliar and you can’t help but taunt her as you rock your hips into hers.
“Always got something smart to say – where’s that energy now? Cat got your tongue?”
Her expression is foreign, somewhere between needy and content, and you want to study her features until you’ve discovered every detail you’ve missed in willful ignorance.
“Lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing her into a comfortable state. “Don’t hide from me now.”
Abby breaks from her stoic mask for just a moment, allowing herself to openly enjoy the drag of your clit against her delicate bundle of nerves. Her moans are raspy and guttural and pure heaven, and you move against her cunt faster in hopes of drawing more sounds from the blonde underneath you.
The air is thick with your shared pants and the lewd sound of your cunts grinding together. Your combined slick wets the insides of Abby’s thighs and travels up to your naval, smeared over your skin like a translucent haze.
Abby glances down at where you’re connected, humming appreciatively at the sight. “So fuckin’ pretty” she says, mind reduced to nothing by the pleasure coursing through her body. “Next time, you’re putting that pretty pussy on my face.”
The promise of something more is what pushes you over the edge for the second time, sending you forward onto Abby’s chest with a pitiful cry. Abby wraps one arm around you and bucks her hips wildly, finding her own climax as you pant against her mouth.
Her muscled legs tighten around your thighs when she comes against you, pulling you impossibly closer as she comes down from her high. The shwick of your cunts rubbing against each other falters as her movements come to an end.
The stillness of the forest engulfs the two of you in awkward silence, neither of you entirely sure of what to say now that the adrenaline has worn off. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can say anything to relieve the awkward tension in your chest, you’re interrupted by the sound of branches breaking underfoot.
Your eyes widen in shock to find another pair of WLF members standing a couple yards away, looking like they’ve stumbled upon the implausible.
Manny wears a devious grin, like he’d foreseen this exact outcome when he sent the two of you on patrol together. Nora stands beside him with her gun in hand, and you can imagine she was expecting something else waiting beyond the trees by the look of shock on her face.
“Now that’s something I thought I’d never see.”
Abby groans and hides her face in your neck, growing more flushed with each second spent under her friends’ scrutiny.
Manny howls with laughter, patting Nora on the shoulder as they turn their backs to give you the privacy to get dressed and find your composure. You mumble a string of curses under your breath as you slowly remove yourself from Abby while trying to block out your friends’ awkward presence. Manny’s voice breaks through the hands you have pressed over your ears, still rumbling with laughter as he shakes his head.
and maybe? a threesome w mean!abby and softdom!ellie..? (tomorrow or today) i personally think the idea would SLAP so hard but pretty please with a cherry on top tell me your opinions and if you like the idea or not. it helps a lot when ppl comment. and i'd really appreciate it mls <33
my posts will be later on today since i very SADLY have volleyball practice :((.
but again tell me your opinions and requests if you have any babies <33.
