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nerdy!abby who gets nervous when you go lingerie shopping
drabble not proofread barely suggestive <16dni
the air was heavy. too heavy.
it wasn't just the summer weather, the way almost microscopic droplets of sweat would form in your forehead and your clothes would feel sticky.
it was abby.
Pairing: Nerdy! Abby Anderson x femdom!reader
Word count: 2,063
Summary: A popular freshman helped her shy, nerdy roommate Abby with college life, and maybe something more.
Warnings: smut eventually, Dom-ish! reader, sublabby, voyeriusm,fingers, vibrator
Pt 3
Abby sat stiffly on the edge of her bed, hands tucked between her knees, her shoulders hunched like she’d been caught doing something wrong. She wasn’t looking at me, not directly, anyway. Just flicking glances when she thought I wouldn’t notice. I always noticed.
“I can hear you thinking over there,” I said casually, brushing her hair back as she leaned against the headboard of her own bed, one leg bent up. “You okay?”
Abby swallowed. “Yeah. I just—” Her voice was quieter than usual. “I was just thinking about… what you said earlier. About, uh. Teaching me.”
I tilted her head, smirking a little. “Teaching you what?”
Abby blushed immediately, like she’d walked right into it. “You know.”
“I might,” I teased. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Abby made a face and looked away, muttering under her breath. “…About everything. I told you I’ve never done anything. I don’t really know what to do and you—you said you’d show me.”
“I did say that,” I said, biting down on my smile now, trying to make sure Abby doesn’t die from embarrassment. “You sure that’s something you want?”
Abby glanced up finally, eyes soft and wide. “Yeah. I do. I just—I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You’re not going to mess anything up,” I said, voice low and calming. She slowly stood from her bed and crossed the room, stopping in front of Abby. “I told you already — I’ll take care of you. You trust me?”
Abby nodded before she even had a second to think about it.
I leaned down, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Abby’s ear, her hand lingering there. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. But if you want to learn…” my thumb traced along Abby’s jaw. “We can start slow. I’ll guide you.”
Abby’s throat bobbed as she swallowed again, her eyes locked on my lips. “Okay,” she whispered.
I then leaned in, kissing her softly at first — not hungry, not rushed. Just warm and deliberate. Abby melted into it immediately, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress like she didn’t know where to put them. I stepped closer, gently nudging Abby to part her knees. When she did, I stood between them, deepening the kiss, one hand resting on Abby’s hip, the other still cradling her face.
When Abby whimpered softly against my mouth, I pulled back just enough to whisper, “You’re doing so good already.”
She smiled nervously. “I’m just… really warm.”
I laughed softly, then kissed the corner of her mouth. “That’s good. You should be.”
We kissed again, this time deeper, more searching — as I gently pushed Abby back against her bed. She went willingly, breath catching as she lay back, her eyes wide but never leaving mine. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, but not afraid. Just… unsure. So I climbed onto the bed beside her, letting my fingers trail along Abby’s stomach over the hem of her shirt. “Want to try something?” I asked gently, kissing up her neck.
Abby nodded.
I reached down beside her bed and pulled out the small, quiet vibrator I'd tucked away earlier. “This is just for me,” I said playfully. “But I want you to use it.”
Abby’s eyes widened a bit, the blush rushing back into her cheeks. “O-okay.”
“You can start slow. Just follow what I say, alright?”I reached out and brushed my knuckles along Abby’s thigh. “You’re gonna do great,” I say reaching for her lips once again.
I slid my pants down first, then my underwear, slow enough to make her watch. I didn’t rush, I wanted her to see everything. My thighs parted a little on their own as I leaned back against the pillows, letting her take it all in. The most intimate part of me, exposed and waiting, just for her.
She froze.
Eyes wide. Lips parted. I could tell she wasn’t even breathing. Her hand clutched the vibrator like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to hold it.
“You okay?” I teased gently, watching the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed.
“I—yeah. I just…” She trailed off, blinking like she’d forgotten how to talk. Her gaze dipped between my legs again, and this time it lingered. “You’re really… pretty.”
I smiled. “Don’t be shy,” I said softly. “Turn it on.”
That seemed to snap her out of it. She glanced down at the toy in her hand like she’d never seen it before, then fumbled with the power button until the soft hum started to fill the room.
“There you go,” I murmured. My voice dropped, guiding, calm. “Now come here.”
She moved slowly, like she was afraid to mess up. Her other hand reached out — hesitant, almost shaking — and she brought the vibrator closer. I didn’t take my eyes off her, and she didn’t take her eyes off me.
The moment it touched me, I gasped — not from surprise, but from how deliberate she was, how focused. Her eyes shot up to my face, searching for approval, and I gave it to her: a slow exhale, a little twitch in my thighs, the subtle arch of my hips.
“Just like that,” I whispered, voice low and warm. “See what that does to me?”
She nodded, cheeks flushed deep red. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, like she was trying not to moan just from watching. I kept my legs open, giving her the full view, and I knew it was driving her crazy. I could tell by how tightly she was holding the toy — how close she leaned in without even realizing it.
“Try a little higher,” I coached, tilting my hips up just a bit. “Right there—yeah, feel that?”
She did. Her breath hitched. I saw the way her shoulders stiffened, like she was the one getting touched. My own sounds were starting to spill out now, quiet at first but sharp around the edges. It wasn’t even the vibrator — it was her. The way she looked at me, overwhelmed but hungry.
“You’re doing so good,” I praised, reaching down to gently guide her wrist. Her fingers brushed against my inner thigh, and she flinched a little like she’d touched fire.
“Is this okay?” she asked, voice cracking slightly.
I nodded, then leaned forward, catching her chin between my fingers. “It’s more than okay,” I murmured. “Now come here and kiss me.”
She didn’t hesitate this time. Her lips were soft, needy, a little clumsy from nerves — but it just made it better. I tasted her breath first, then her mouth, and the kiss deepened like it had been waiting for hours. The vibrator buzzed in her hand, forgotten between us for a second, but I didn’t mind. I kissed her harder, letting her feel the way my body was reacting beneath her.
When she pulled back, dazed and breathless, I was already reaching for the toy. I took it from her gently, circling it against myself once, twice, then moaned low in my throat as I handed it back.
“Now watch,” I told her.
She sat back on her knees, eyes wide and dark. I spread my legs further apart, propped up slightly on my elbows, and started moving the toy just the way I liked it — slow, teasing pulses against my clit. Her eyes didn’t leave me once. She looked mesmerized, caught between arousal and awe.
“This is what I want you to do,” I said between breaths. “Watch how I move it. Watch how I react.”
Her pupils were blown. She licked her lips, nodded slowly. I could tell she wanted to be good for me — wanted to learn. That kind of attention? It went straight to my head.
“Here,” I said again, offering her the vibrator. “Your turn. Do it like I did.”
This time, when she touched me, she didn’t flinch. She was careful, slow — but more confident. She followed every twitch of my hips, every sharp inhale I let slip.
“Harder,” I murmured, “and keep your eyes on me.”
She obeyed.
And I let her watch me come — legs trembling, chest rising fast, a moan tearing from my throat as everything tightened and spilled out of me in waves. I didn’t look away, not once. I wanted her to see everything.
When I finally exhaled, the room went quiet, except for the soft hum of the toy and the shallow rhythm of our breathing.
She sat there, flushed and stunned, fingers still gripping the toy like she couldn’t believe what just happened.
“You okay?” I asked again, smiling lazily.
She nodded, eyes wide. “That was… yeah.”
“Good.” I leaned forward, pressing one last kiss to her lips. “Because I’m not done teaching you yet.”
I tilted my head, watching her. “Can I ask you something?”
She blinked, nodding quickly. “Yeah. Anything.”
“What’s one thing you really wanna do right now?”
Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she didn’t hesitate. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Put my mouth on it.”
My breath caught, and I didn’t bother hiding the way it turned me on — not just the words, but the look in her eyes when she said it. She meant it. No teasing, no performance. Just need.
I leaned back again, stretching my legs a little wider, inviting her in. “Then do it.”
Her hands hesitated at first, resting on my thighs like she was grounding herself — or maybe asking permission one last time. I nodded gently, eyes locked on hers.
She moved in slowly. Her breath hit my skin before her mouth did. Warm, unsure, so careful it made me ache. When she kissed me there — soft and tentative — my whole body flinched.
“That feels okay?” she asked, already breathless.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Just keep going. Let me show you where.”
I guided her gently with one hand in her hair, not pushing — just helping. “A little higher… right there,” I breathed. “Now use your tongue. Slow.”
She followed everything. Like her only job in the world was listening to my body.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, encouraging her. “Right there. That spot? I remember that one.”
She hummed in acknowledgment, and the vibration shot straight through me. My hips bucked a little, but she didn’t pull back — she held me steady, hands slipping under my thighs now, locking me in place.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Yes. Just like that.”
She started to get more confident — using her mouth in slow, firm strokes, exploring me like she wanted to memorize every reaction. I gasped when her tongue circled my clit, then groaned deeper when she did it again, slower this time, watching the way my stomach tensed.
“Look at me,” I managed, breath ragged.
She did — eyes dark and hungry, mouth slick and glistening. There was something so raw in the way she watched me come undone. Not just lust — reverence. Like she couldn’t believe I was real.
“You’re doing so good,” I told her, voice breaking on a moan. “I want you to stay right there, keep licking me just like that until I come again.”
She nodded against me. No words. Just her mouth, her tongue, her hands gripping me tight like she needed to hold me together while I fell apart.
And I did.
It came on hard — a full-body rush, legs tensing around her shoulders, breath hitching until I cried out her name. My hands clenched in her hair, pulling her closer as I rode the wave, high and messy and overwhelming. I didn’t even try to stay quiet.
When I finally let go, trembling and raw, she didn’t pull away. She kissed me there once more — soft this time, like a thank you — and only then did she lift her head.
Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.
I reached down, pulling her up to me, guiding her into my arms and onto my chest. We lay tangled together, our breathing slowly syncing up again.
She smiled shyly against my skin. “I didn’t mess that up?”
I let out a soft laugh and kissed her temple.
Pairing: Nerdy! Abby Anderson x femdom!reader
Word count: 2005
Summary: A popular freshman helped her shy, nerdy roommate Abby with college life, and maybe something more.
Warnings: smut eventually, Dom-ish! reader, sublabby, voyeriusm,fingers,vibrator
Pt 2
Community service alone sounded like punishment even though we technically signed up for it voluntarily through the school’s “First Year Volunteer Week”
I wasn’t mad at it. It meant skipping a boring RA meet-and-greet, and I’d rather be outside with earbuds in than making fake small talk over melted Oreos and Capri Suns…..I’m not mad at all.
I showed up at the check-in table just before nine wearing my favorite sunglasses. A girl I half-knew handed me a clipboard and a neon green vest like we were about to direct traffic.
We were picking up trash in the woods behind the gym.My dream date.cute.
I took the clipboard and scanned the names next to mine. That’s when I saw her.
Abby Anderson.
Her name was written neatly in pen, just under mine, the universe’s latest blessing.
I looked around, and sure enough, there she was, standing near the fence with her hands in her jacket pockets, chin tilted up like she wasn’t freezing under the overcast sky. Her hair was tied back today, barely tamed, and she wore one of those plain black zip-ups.
I’d been avoiding her.
Not for any mean reason. Just… since the party, things had been weird. Or, she had been weird. The second we got back to the dorm, she retreated into her shell and pretended the kiss never happened. She didn’t ignore me — not exactly. But she got quiet again. Smiled politely. Went back to reading her textbooks like they were survival guides.
I told myself it was fine. That maybe it really was just the alcohol and the music and the moment. I wasn’t gonna chase her over one kiss. But I also hadn’t expected to feel her name hit me in the chest like that.
I walked up slowly, trash bag in one hand, vest hanging from the other.
“Guess we’re on the same team,” I said.
She looked over — and she definitely wasn’t expecting to see me.
Her mouth opened a little like she forgot how to use it. “Oh. Hey. Uh, yeah. Cool.”
I stared at her. “You good?”
“Yeah. Just surprised.”
“You’re allowed to be in the same space as me, you know.”
She nodded quickly, eyes flicking down toward her shoes. “I know. I just… yeah. Of course.”
Nervous. Blushing. A duo of contradictions.
I handed her a pair of gloves. We were assigned the trail path.
It was basically a dirt loop behind the gym with too many trees and not enough light. Perfect for discarded beer cans, chip bags, and the occasional tragic sock.
I walked a few feet ahead, humming to myself. Abby walked behind, holding her trash grabber like it might attack her.
“Can I just say,” I said, glancing back at her, “you’re kind of overdressed for garbage duty.”
She looked down at herself. “I didn’t think we’d be, like… in the woods.”
“What did you think we’d be doing?”
“Sorting recycling in a warm gym.”
I laughed. “You sweet, sweet academic.”
We fell into a rhythm. She picked up trash like she was solving a puzzle, serious and focused, occasionally brushing hair out of her face with the back of her hand. I pretended not to notice how she kept stealing glances at me — not in a creepy way. More like she couldn’t decide if she was allowed to look.
We talked a little. Surface stuff. Majors. Professors. Awkward mutual complaints about dorm food.
But the tension between us was thick, like unspoken air. Every now and then our hands would bump as we reached for the same crumpled wrapper, and she’d pull back so fast you’d think I burned her.
“You don’t have to act like I’m gonna bite,” I said at one point, gently teasing.
“I’m not.”
“You flinched like I’m radioactive.”
“I just—” she paused. “I’m not trying to be weird.”
I smiled, soft this time. “You’re not.”
We kept walking.
A quiet stretch.
At some point, we ended up in a little clearing — the woods opened up, just for a second, and a streak of sunlight hit through the trees.
Abby crouched to pick up a soda can and didn’t see that her vest had ridden up, exposing a little bit of skin at the small of her back. I didn’t mean to stare. But I did.
She stood and caught me looking — and for a second, I thought maybe she wasn’t going to get embarrassed.
But she did.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she turned away like something was stuck on her shoe. “Sun’s really bright here.”
“Mhm,” I said.
“Probably why I’m red.”
“Definitely.”
We stood there a second too long. Just standing. The bag crinkled between us. The only sound was some birds and a far-off lawnmower. Her hand was on her hip now. My fingers itched.
I stepped closer.
She didn’t move.
Her eyes flicked to mine, lips parted like she was about to speak — and I swear I could hear my own heartbeat.
And then — just before I could lean in — she looked away.
Fast.
Like she had to physically stop herself.
“I should… check over there,” she muttered, pointing at a bush full of snack wrappers.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “You should.”
We didn’t talk much the rest of the shift.
She kept busy — too busy — and I didn’t push.
I wasn’t hurt. Not exactly.
But I could feel the wall going back up.
Again.
And it sucked.
The moment we dropped our bags off, Abby peeled off her gloves and sighed.
“That was actually kind of satisfying.”
“You’re welcome for dragging you here.”
She half-smiled. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t not say it.”
She looked at me — full eye contact, for once — and something softened. Her mouth twitched.
“You always like this?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“Charming. Persistent. Kind of full of yourself.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m charming?”
She blushed.
Too late.
I grinned. “Thought so.”
She shoved her gloves into the bin. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t not say it.”
She rolled her eyes, but it was affectionate this time. Playful.
For a second, I thought maybe we were okay again.
But then, when we reached the dorm steps, she slowed down.
Her shoulders hunched slightly. She kept her eyes on the sidewalk.
“You alright?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Just tired.”
We reached our floor in silence.
Back in the Room
She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers twitching on her knee like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
I didn’t press.
I went to the mirror and peeled off my hoodie, wiping a smear of dirt from my cheek. When I turned around, she was watching me — and this time, she didn’t look away fast enough.
I met her eyes.
We held the look.
And then she dropped it again, standing too quickly. “I’m gonna go shower.”
“Okay.”
She grabbed her towel, walked out.
And I sat down on my bed, biting the inside of my cheek.
Something had shifted again — just like at the party.
And this time, she was the one pulling away before anything could happen.
But I wasn’t mad.
Because I saw the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t looking.
I saw the flush in her cheeks and the panic in her eyes when we almost kissed again.
She liked me.
She just didn’t know how to do it yet.
And honestly?
That made me like her even more.
She sat with her back against a tree, legs stretched out, laptop balanced on her thighs. She was wearing that same oversized hoodie she always wore, but her hair was in its usual braid bun, and she kept pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose like a nervous habit.
I was sprawled next to her on a picnic blanket I brought, one arm behind my head, sunglasses on, chewing a piece of gum like I wasn’t watching her bite her lip every time she reread a sentence.
“You’re not even reading,” I said.
She didn’t look at me. “Yes, I am.”
“You’re staring at the same page.”
“I’m processing.”
“You’re blushing.”
That made her glance at me — a flash of eye contact, then back to her screen.
“I’m not.”
“You are,” I said, sitting up slightly. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, Anderson?”
She exhaled. “Nothing.”
“Come on. Something’s up. I can feel it.”
Abby chewed the inside of her cheek. Her hands tensed on the keyboard. Then she closed the laptop a little too fast and looked away toward the trees.
“Okay,” she said finally. “I want to ask you something. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
I raised a brow. “Why would I laugh?”
She looked at me, dead serious. “Because it’s… kind of embarrassing.”
Now I was intrigued. I sat all the way up and crossed my legs, giving her my full attention.
“Alright,” I said. “Ask away.”
She hesitated. “Okay. Hypothetically—if someone didn’t… have a lot of experience with… stuff.”
I tilted my head. “Stuff.”
She made a face. “Sexual stuff.”
I tried to hold back my grin, but it slipped out anyway. “You mean gay stuff or gay panicking because they’re definitely panicking?”
She groaned. “Forget it.”
“Hey, hey, no. I’m listening.” I reached out and tugged gently at her sleeve. “You’re safe. I promise.”
She stared at her lap. Her voice dropped. “I’ve never… done anything. With anyone. At all.”
I blinked.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s not embarrassing, Abby.”
She glanced at me. “It feels like it is.”
I shook my head. “It’s not. It’s… honestly kind of sweet.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t say sweet.”
“Fine. It’s hot.”
Her whole face turned red.
“I’m serious,” I said, scooting a little closer. “You’re like this tall, soft-spoken, mystery girl, and now I find out you’ve never even kissed someone before me?”
She swallowed. “That’s what I’m trying to say.”
A pause.
“Wait,” I said. “Ever?”
She nodded. “Ever.”
I just blinked. “That night at the party was your first kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Holy shit.”
“I told you it was embarrassing.”
“No,” I said quickly. “It’s not. I just… wow. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Abby looked at me, a little defensive now. “Why?”
I shrugged. “You carry yourself like someone who knows what they’re doing.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s a lie.”
“Okay, maybe a little.” I nudged her. “But you’ve got the vibe.”
Abby laughed once under her breath. “I’ve read about stuff. Watched things. But I don’t know anything.”
“You know some things.”
She shook her head. “Not really. Not… how to do it. Or what feels good. Or how to…” Her voice trailed off. She blushed so hard she had to look away again.
I leaned forward. “So what you’re saying is… You want me to teach you.”
Her ears turned red.
She didn’t answer.
“Oh my God,” I said, leaning back and laughing. “You totally do.”
She covered her face with her hands. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She peeked through her fingers. “I want to. But I don’t.”
I pulled her hands down gently. “You’re allowed to ask me, you know.”
Her eyes met mine. “Would you?”
I shrugged slowly, letting the tension build. “Depends.”
“On?”
“How you ask.”
She squinted at me. “You’re evil.”
“Say please.”
“No.”
“Then I guess I won’t teach you.” I said playfully trying to hold back a smile.
Pt4
Pairing: Nerdy! Abby Anderson x femdom!reader
Word count: 951
Summary: A popular freshman helped her shy, nerdy roommate Abby with college life, and maybe something more.
Warnings: smut eventually, Dom-ish!reader, sub!abby, voyeriusm,fingers,
vibrator.
Oh the way I know nerd abbys glasses fog up when kissing and she gets all flustered😞
disorganised nerd!abby lookbook through my lens because i love her;
vintage watches, brown leather loafers and satchels, honey-blonde flyaways, the comforting scent of just-washed linen, shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, chunky sweaters, thin-framed glasses and men’s jeans with pockets big enough to cram a book into
nerd!ellie this… loser!ellie that… but all i can think abt is nerd!abby who always carries around FAT secondhand classic books and blasts vivaldi in her headphones while she works out at the gym. she’s the resident book loaner and she scribbles little notes in the margins. if she likes u she’ll annotate a book and gift it to u… writing things abt how this line reminded her of u and etc. carries around a patent leather satchel bag and wears chunky turtlenecks. and to top it all off, add some glasses 🫶🏼
theatrekid!abby who thinks she’s the slyest person in the world when on the morning of a important rehearsal brings you coffee. Hitting you with the cliche “gave two instead of one.” coffee shenanigan, knowing damn well she ordered it with extra love in it. I mean, can you blame the girl? She is your on stage husband, Paris. So, of course she’ll care about whats hers!
thee play’s poster! e.w’s ramble one. - ramble two. a.a’s ramble one. prologue. — ©AOUIAA 2024
what a sweet girl. my sweet girl 😚
