SYNOPSIS: A bad soccer match leaves your girls feeling very irritated and angry. Of course, you are their favorite stress reliever.
WARNINGS: NSFW! Threesome, double penetration, public sex, strap-on use, dom!abby, dom!ellie, sub!reader, modern!au, soccer ellabs, degradation, slight overstimulation, abby smokes, ellie vapes, rough lesbian sex (the best kind)
There was a short list of things that Abby and Ellie could agree on.
1. Trigonometry is fucking useless.
2. There is no better feeling than standing outside when it’s raining.
And 3. Their favorite sound was hearing you scream for them.
After one of the hardest matches of their lives on the soccer field, Abby and Ellie were pissed off. They had lost miserably to their rival school, the New Haven Wolves. They were covered in fresh scrapes, bruises, and running on pure adrenaline when they texted you to meet at Ellie’s shitty pickup truck.
You were in the crowd, watching the game with pure excitement but could almost feel their sour mood when the buzzer sounded, and the game had ended. Ellie and Abby were drenched in mud, sweat, and their uniforms were covered in fresh grass stains. As you were leaving the stadium, you were waiting for your two ladies when the text was received.
What could they want? You thought, confused. You wanted to take care of them after a dismal loss, but they were making things more difficult for you. You decided not to make them wait, heading to the almost vacant parking lot where you saw two glows from the side of the truck. You knew that Abby had a lit cigarette between her teeth while Ellie was breathing in her THC vape to try and calm the fuck down.
The mixture of Ellie’s sweet-smelling vapor with Abby’s dense, thick cigarette smoke had you walking faster. If they were already smoking, you knew they were pissed off. You didn’t want to make it worse.
They saw you approaching and you watched Abby take a very long drag from her cigarette, the burning end lighting up almost her whole face before she dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped the butt out with her boot. She held the smoke in for a long time, and then exhaled with a slight growl in her tone.
Ellie took one more pull from the vape, copying Abby’s movements with holding it, and then letting the vapor out before she cut off the power to her device and tucked it into her back pocket. You frowned and got closer to them. “Are you two alright?”
You immediately let out a shout of surprise at feeling Abby’s hands on your biceps and yanking you forward until you stumbled face first into Ellie’s chest. The redhead’s back hit the side of the pickup truck and she groaned, shooting a glare in Abby’s direction before tilting your head up with her fingertips.
“Look absolutely fuckable tonight, babygirl,” Ellie smirked, watching your entire face go red with embarrassment. Almost instantly, you felt Abby’s solid physique pressing into your hips and against your back. She leaned down a little more and pressed a searing hot kiss against your neck. You could smell the nicotine in her breath.
“Really fuckin’ teasing us tonight in that skirt, babe,” Abby’s calloused fingers brushed the edge of your pleated black skirt, loving the soft material on her wrists as she slid her hands up a little higher before she grabbed at your soft rear. The noise you made had Ellie chuckling as Abby bit your neck a little harder. “You little slut…”
“What’d she do, Abs?” Ellie questioned, sliding her own hands down over your belly before slipping to the edge of your skirt and lifting it up. You shoved your face into Ellie’s chest as soon as you felt her fingertips brush against your bare pussy. “Oh, damn… You planned on us fucking you tonight, babe? That why you didn’t wear anything underneath?”
You attempted to defend yourself. “N…No clean panties at home, Ellie,” You lied. You absolutely wanted this… But didn’t expect it to happen in the parking lot of your college.
“Bullshit,” Abby slid a hand up to your hair and yanked your head back, looking down into your eyes. You could see the tattoo behind her ear from like this. The initials of her deceased stepsister stared into your soul and for someone with something so sentimental inked into her flesh, she was a gruff woman in times like this.
They weren’t always so rough. If they had won, they would be celebrating by spoiling you. But tonight, they were angry… Which meant, you were for them to use until they were too tired to fill your holes anymore.
“If you aren’t wearin’ panties… how about…” Abby slid her hands up a little more, and you whined when they went under your shirt and grabbed at your soft, bare tits underneath your borrowed hoodie. Abby groaned once again and you couldn’t stop her even if you wanted, which you really fucking didn’t. Her fingertips squeezed at your already stiffening nipples. Tugging, twisting, and pinching at your skin, making you whine as Ellie’s fingertips slipped between your drenched folds. “What if someone else had seen your tits. What then?”
You bit your lip. “D-Don’t c..care who else sees… it’s for you two—” The gasp that sounded from your throat was what they wanted as Ellie wrapped her free hand around your neck and shoved you hard enough into Abby’s chest that she almost stumbled backward into the truck.
“Get in the truck, missy,” Abby grazed her teeth over the shell of your ear, sending shivers over your entire being as she all but tossed you in the back seat and crawled inside with you. Ellie scoffed, going over to the other side and flinging the door wide open before slamming it shut.
So many days you were ecstatic that Ellie’s truck was so spacious. You had been fucked inside of this truck so many times but every single time it felt like the first time. It wasn’t long until Abby was pushing you down onto the bench of the backseat and shoving your legs apart.
“Fuck, look at her,” Abby cooed softly, leaning down and inhaling your sickly-sweet scent like she needed it to survive. Ellie bent forward and pressed a few searing hot kisses on your lips while Abby scooted forward and placed a few little pecks against your clit. You were drenched, and they had barely even started. A soft swipe of Abby’s tongue between your folds made your eyes roll back in your head as Ellie held you down and sat you between her legs.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” She breathed down your neck as you wished desperately to grab at Abby’s hair, arms flexing in your hoodie sleeves. Ellie’s grip on your triceps was tight as she watched Abby drink up your arousal, her tongue gently moving over your clit, giving little kitten licks and making you whine in the most pathetic way possible.
“A-Abby… please…” You let your head fall back against Ellie’s shoulder as she pulled up your hoodie just enough to reveal your tits and grab them with both hands. Her fingers were more calloused than Abby’s due to her guitar playing, but they were far colder. You bit your lip and tried to keep quiet but neither of them were having that. It was evident when Abby delivered harsh smacks to both your inner thighs.
You screamed, and gaped down at the blonde who may as well live on her knees as she sent such pleasure through your entire body that it made you dizzy. Ellie knew you wanted to touch her so bad, and that meant she wasn’t gonna let you.
“What do you think, Abs?” Ellie smirked, gaining the blonde’s attention and bringing her off of your pussy, much to your misery. “Should we only let her cum once tonight, or as many times as she fuckin’ can?”
Both sounded like pure torture for you and the sob that broke from your throat made Abby smirk. She took a moment, in thought as she wiped her mouth on your inner thigh before giving it a teasing bite and pulling away. “I say… as many fucking times as she can.”
“You heard her,” Ellie grabbed at your jaw and forced you to look at Abby, as if you wanted to look anywhere else. “Better hope you’re fuckin’ wet enough, yeah?”
Abby stood up a bit on her knees and you stared when she undid the belt on her hips and pushed down the jeans on her hips. How could you look away when you saw Abby wearing her fucking strap right after a game? That means she brought it with her to the game!
You were so hypnotized by the black dildo attached to Abby’s hips that you flinched at hearing Ellie crack open a bottle in her hand that she fished out from her gym bag… The sticky lube dripped from the bottle and Ellie coated her index and middle finger while breathing down your neck. “Just relax, baby… We know you’ve been practicing for this.”
“W-What are you talkin—Oh!” You gasped, face turning a deep pink when you felt Ellie’s fingers gently circling the ring of your tight ass, coating it in the lube and making sure you were ready for the ride of your fucking life.
The two athletes kept dragging your attention between them, forcing you to try and multitask and split your attention. So focused on Ellie teasing your ass open with her middle finger, you were so entrapped with her, but then you immediately felt like the breath was pulled from your lungs.
Abby didn’t give you a warning before she grabbed your thighs, lifting your legs up and pushing her cock into you. The sounds your pussy made as you stretched around her strap had her growling, a smirk spreading over her lips as you tried to calm down, but it seemed like Ellie wouldn’t let you. You only had about 2 seconds of catching your breath before she was pushing both of her fingers inside your ass.
“E-Ellie! Ellie, t..too much! Fuckfuckfuck, nnnn….” You babbled as you were forced to stretch around her fingers, legs practically vibrating as she looked up at Abby and smirked. The blonde was still, watching you gasp and squirm as Ellie worked her fingers in and out of you, stretching you around her digits and making sure you were nice and ready for her. You had no clue what was about to come for you.
Abby wanted to fuck you so bad, but she was forcing patience as Ellie pulled her fingers out of you and smirked when you whined at the empty feeling. “Don’t worry babe… Let’s stuff you full, what do you say, Abs?”
The blonde lifted you from Ellie’s lap for a few seconds and you heard the sound of her zipper going down. “Be a good girl and you’ll get to cum all you want.”
You hung on Abby’s every syllable as you stole a single kiss from her, desperate for affection in the middle of your brutal treatment. Abby smirked in the kiss and slowly lowered you back down, gripping your asscheeks and spreading them apart for Ellie’s benefit. The look of pure terror on your face was comical as you felt the tip of Ellie’s strap pushing against your tight hole.
“W-Wait! Wait, wait, ohgod, p-please be gentle, please,” You were begging, terrified that these two were about to rip you in half. Ellie rolled her eyes and decided Abby was taking too long and grabbed the blonde’s hips, pulling her forward and forcing you down on her strap. Abby grabbed the back of the seat behind Ellie’s head and huffed, looking down at her teammate and giving a look of hot anger as you squirmed and shoved your entire face into Abby’s chest.
“You trying to fucking break her?” Abby said, like you weren’t even in their presence right now. “She’s weak, Ellie. That wasn’t rough, it was just fucking cruel!”
“Shut up, Abby,” Ellie reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to lean back and letting Abby see that your entire face was red, tears tracked your cheeks, but you didn’t look like you were in pain… it just seemed like a lot at once and you were doing everything in your power to sit still and behave. But all you wanted to do was be fucked dumb by your favorite girls. “She’s fine. She’s loving this shit. Aren’t you baby?”
Between huffs and whimpers, you reached with one hand, gently sliding your hand over Ellie’s cheek and cooing in the sweetest, most adorable manner possible. You gave a soft little nod and rolled your hips a bit, and the noise you made had Abby blushing. “Abby… please…”
It was like something inside of the blonde snapped. Her fingers curled into the fabric of the seat before she began to slam down into your pussy like her life depended on it. Her brows pulled down as she observed your expressions and listening to those beautifully hot noises you were making for them both.
Every time Abby’s cock pushed into your pussy, she lifted you up a little off Ellie’s strap only to force you back down when she pulled back. You felt like you were floating. Nothing had ever felt so good in your life and you would bend over fucking backwards to make them feel better.
You were happy. You were so fucking happy to be their stress reliever. But at this point, you had almost forgotten that they had lost a game and that now they were simply fucking you to see which one of them could make you scream louder.
Abby was relentless, her muscles flexing in that aggressive manner that you loved so much, and that made her look like a beast. But Ellie was giving all she had, holding your hips and fucking up into your ass with such roughness that you probably wouldn’t be sitting down for days.
“Look at our pretty little whore,” Ellie cooed, bucking her hips upward and watching your ass bounce and clap against her hips with every thrust. “Bet she’s gonna fucking cum soon.”
“Yeah?” Abby huffed, crouching down a bit more to redirect her strap at the most perfect angle. She knew she had found it when your eyes rolled back and your inner thighs began to tremble. “Oh, is that it, sweetheart? That the perfect spot? You like that?”
All you could manage was a weak nod as her hips hammered against your sweet spot, toes curling inside of your shoes as she pushed your hoodie up a little more and watched your tits bounce with every thrust into your tight cunt. You were so close to cumming that it was pathetic.
“That’s it baby,” Ellie dug her thumbs into your skin, loving how whiny and shaky you were getting by the second. “Come on, fucking cum for us… cum on Abby’s cock like the pretty whore you are.”
You were so fucking far gone into your pleasure that all you could do was hold on and fall deep into a dizzy state of euphoria. The entire truck was shaking and if the parking lot hadn’t been completely empty, anyone nearby would hear you getting absolutely ruined by the two star soccer players that used your body like their own personal fuck toy.
You did cum… and it was not the only time you would that night. Your reprieve was the drive back to Abby’s apartment, and then you knew that you would spend the entirety of your night being repositioned to take their cocks like it was your birthright.
Abby Anderson x Lev x Reader (platonic friendship)
The last of us
Words: 537
*Author's note* just had Lev and Abby on my mind today and somehow this happened 💀 thought it might be fun to post because apparently my sense of humor is just “Lev takes everything literally while Abby suffers in the background” now.
also I’m sorry but I was genuinely laughing at my own jokes while writing this 😭
Lev hearing Abby say “I slept like shit” for the first time and immediately looking concerned because why would someone sleep inside shit voluntarily.
Reader has to leave the room because laughing directly in his face feels mean.
—
Abby: “We’re not outta the woods yet.”
Lev, looking around at the completely abandoned aquarium:
“…There are no woods.”
Reader physically turning away to hide their smile while Abby realizes halfway through explaining metaphors that she has made a terrible mistake.
—
Reader after scavenging for six straight hours:
“I’m running on caffeine and spite.”
Lev:
“…What is spite?”
Abby without hesitation:
“Me.”
—
Lev hearing someone say “hold your horses.”
“…Why would I hold them?”
Reader:
“It means wait.”
“…Then why not say wait?”
Abby:
“Because humans like making communication difficult.”
—
Reader trying to explain birthdays.
“So every year people celebrate surviving another year?”
“Basically.”
“And there’s cake?”
“Yes.”
“And gifts?”
“Usually.”
Lev thinking silently for a moment:
“That sounds emotionally manipulative.”
Abby actually snorting water through her nose.
—
Lev hearing Reader call Abby “dramatic” after she groans about sore muscles.
“She was stabbed.”
“I know.”
“And starved.”
“I know.”
“And enslaved.”
“I was there, Lev.”
Abby from the couch:
“Thank you for supporting me in this difficult time.”
Reader:
“You asked me to hand you a spoon that was six inches away.”
—
Lev discovering sarcasm is not always literal nearly destroys him psychologically.
Reader:
“Oh yeah, great idea Abby, let’s walk directly into infected territory. Brilliant.”
Lev:
“…Then why are we doing it?”
Abby:
“We’re not.”
“…But they said it was a great idea.”
Reader already crying laughing in the background.
—
Lev trying peanut butter for the first time.
Reader:
“So?”
Lev staring into the distance while chewing:
“…I understand why society collapsed.”
—
Reader explaining the concept of “sleeping in.”
“You stay in bed… even after waking up?”
“Yes.”
“On purpose?”
“Yes.”
Lev looking horrified:
“That sounds unhealthy.”
Abby:
“Spoken like someone who’s never experienced exhaustion-induced depression naps.”
“…What is a depression nap?”
Reader:
“We are absolutely not opening that conversation.”
—
Abby teaching Lev card games was the worst thing to ever happen because he becomes ruthlessly competitive immediately.
Lev after winning seven rounds in a row:
“Skill issue.”
Reader dropping their cards:
“Abby. Abby what have you done.”
Abby looking emotional:
“That’s my son.”
—
Lev hearing Reader say “I’m dead” after laughing too hard.
Cue immediate panic.
“You’re WHAT?”
Reader wheezing on the floor:
“NO— not literally—”
Abby laughing so hard she falls off the couch directly onto the ground.
—
Reader: “I need a drink.”
Lev silently handing over water.
“…Not that kind.”
“What other kind is there?”
Abby from the kitchen:
“Oh no.”
—
Lev hearing music with explicit lyrics for the first time.
“…This woman seems very angry.”
Reader choking.
Abby:
“Don’t explain rap music to him. He’s not ready.”
—
Reader teaching Lev how to insult people casually.
“You can’t just call people ugly.”
“But Abby does.”
Abby, without looking up:
“Yeah but I’m correct.”
—
Lev discovering old romance movies.
“These people could solve all their problems by communicating honestly.”
Reader:
“You’re smarter than every adult alive before the apocalypse.”
Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Multi-Part
Hello, I’m not dead, just twenty years old now. I’m also obsessed with Abby and Ellie from TLOU 2 so, here we are since I can’t stop thinking about them.
This will be a song-fic type thing, as I find it cool.
Pt. 2 can be found here
TW: Anxiety
Don’t come at me for typos, my brain’s confused
Chapter One
Drop Dead Gorgeous, Voila
“You take my breath away
With that face
Because she’s drop dead gorgeous”
Blondes were never your type. You didn’t really know for sure what your type was but one thing was for sure, it was that blondes never caught your eye. Yet this dumb, buff, Chad of a girl who always sat right in front of you, got your attention. She wasn’t dumb, like any meathead jock that snorted creatine like crack, she was quite intelligent. Maybe too smart. Definitely too smart for this pre-req Anatomy class. Yet, here she was, sitting in front of you in lecture, and sitting at a table across from you in lab as well.
During mid-term presentations, she was quite knowledgeable about the topic of cellular respiration. Her partner, rather, not so much. But that's when you knew. Just noticing this girl, Abigail as it read on the discussion boards, was just the beginning. Now, at the class after the midterm exams, you were staring holes in the back of her head. Eight weeks left, you weren’t going to make it without having emotional casualties.
“Of course,” The professor, Dr. Andrews, started talking as she walked to the front of the white board. “I know we just had mid-terms and a midterm presentation, but we have to start working on the final presentation.” She grabbed her clipboard, “I already picked partners for you, so no one is left out to do all the work this time.”
Her comment was directed at you. It had to be, since you were the only one to present alone. But it was okay, you didn’t care. Meeting new people was rough, awkward. Though, you couldn’t get away with doing projects alone forever. A couple students looked at you, then back to Dr. Andrews when she started talking again.
“Projects will be on whole systems this time, and it will correlate to lab, so these partners will also be your designated lab partner,” Dr. Andrews then looked down at her clipboard to seal your fate. “Abigail Anderson,” She called, looking up at the blonde sitting in front of you. Then she called your name, causing you to freeze. Dr. Andrews continued to call out names as Abigail turned to look at you, giving you a small smile. “You may now sit with your partners,” Dr. Andrews concluded.
There was a free spot next to you, so you nodded your head to it. Abigail seemed to understand as she gathered her things and stood up. You didn’t look at her when she pulled the chair out next to you.
You could feel Abigail’s eyes on you after she set up her laptop and notebook. Dr. Andrews gave the class ten minutes to socialize with their picked partner, but you didn’t know what to say.
“You can call me Abby,” The blonde said softly, “Do you have a nickname?”
“For you?” You asked, turning your head to face her.
“What?” Abby looked amused, “I meant for you.” She leaned a muscular arm on the table, propping her head on her hand.
You stared at her, “No,” You answered, looking down at the pencil you were playing with. Your hands were getting clammy, heart rate speeding up. She was actively talking to you, and she didn’t seem annoyed by your weird question. Although, this was your first conversation with her, so it could get worse.
“You had a nickname for me?” Abby asked, her eyes never left you making our anxiety spike. She was wearing a cut off tee with cargo pants, showing off her arm muscles. Her hair was in a Dutch braid, like it usually was.
“No.”
“Mmm, okay,” Abby chuckled, not pushing the topic. “You did the last project alone, right?”
That question caused you to look at her, eyes furrowed as you blinked at her. She seemed genuinely curious, even if her question had an obvious answer. She’s not dumb.
“I mean, yeah,” You answered, looking her in the eyes, then you looked at her face. Her skin was bright, slight acne scars, but nothing too bad. Her nose and cheeks had freckles, forehead and chin just lightly dotted. Abby’s lips were slightly chapped, but they were a pale red.
Abby licked her lips, bringing you out of your analysis of her face. She apparently said something, but you never caught it.
“What?” You ask.
The blonde smirked, her dark blue eyes scanning your face now. She then leaned slightly closer, causing you to stiffen.
“You do well with public speaking,” She relented, “Yet right now, this conversation seems one-sided. Are you nervous around me?”
Your mouth dropped at her question. Who was she to call out your anxieties? Immediately, you almost put up your defenses, almost cut her out of your life. But a rational thought brought you back. She was just being curious, maybe trying to become friends. And she wasn’t wrong about the one-sided conversation, or about you being nervous around her.
Closing your mouth, you turned your attention back to the pencil. “I don’t care what these idiots think about me, or how I talk.”
“But?” She prompted, her voice softening.
“You’re a potential friend,” You turn back to her. Surprised at the proximity she gained towards you, you flinch. Abby didn’t move, waiting for your answer. “Also, we’re stuck together for the next eight weeks.”
Abby stared at you, taking in the information. But she still didn’t move, instead asking, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“No,” Your answer was immediate, causing you to flush. “You seem to know what you’re talking about.” You turned your attention to your laptop, opening the projects rubric.
Abby hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer, she leaned back into her seat.
After Dr. Andrews explained the project, she left the class to work amongst themselves. Abby didn’t push any further during class, instead pulling her own weight. You were thankful, having had partners in the past that forced you to do everything.
A few minutes before class ended, you decided to pack your items away. Abby decided to do the same, but you could feel her eyes watching you rearrange your items. As you zipped your backpack up, you heard Abby sigh.
“I should give you my number.”
You snapped your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes, “Why?”
The blonde didn’t seem phased by your reaction, instead she cocked her head, “So we can talk about the project.”
You thought her actions were cute, noticing how she kind of took on an innocence when she cocked her head at you. She seemed to not care about your hostility to the question, probably putting it together that you had anxiety. The conclusion warmed your heart, maybe friendship was possible. But, these qualities made the blond even more attractive to you.
Picking up your phone, you handed it to her, “You make a compelling argument.” She smiled, grabbing your phone gently. You watched her type her number in, then she placed your phone on your desk in front of you.
Abby grabbed her phone, handing it to you. You typed your number in, hitting save. Handing her phone back, you left your name blank so she could fill it with whatever she wanted.
“Do you want to join my table in lab?” You asked, changing her name in your phone.
Abby was silent for a moment, thinking your question over. You were nervous, having started the conversation this time.
“Sure.”
You nod, standing up, slinging your arms through the straps of your backpack, “See you then.”
The two of you had sent texts to make sure that you both had the right numbers. You smirked at her latest reply as you sat at your lab table.
From Abby (Chad) Chaderson
Hey
To Abby (Chad) Chaderson
Chad
From Abby (Chad) Chaderson
What?
You didn’t respond, rather you got your work for the class out. Thumbing through your lab book, you heard students start filing in. Movement out the corner of your eye caught your attention, causing you to look up. Abby was taking her seat across from you, placing her backpack on the table.
“Chad?” Was all she said. You smirked not looking up from your book, acting as if you were still reading.
“Hm?”
“So you’re secretly a gremlin,” Abby stated as Dr. Andrews walked in. You only shrugged at the blonde with a grin, turning your attention to the professor.
After a brief lecture, Dr. Andrews left the class alone to do the lab exercises. Abby was more talkative, not minding your brief answers as the two of you worked.
“What’s your major?” Abby asked.
“Reading,” You answer, writing down some data from your lab report.
“Funny,” Abby looked up at you from her own course work.
“I hope so, or else I’ll need a new job,” You smile, looking up to meet her eyes. Though, with that action, you froze. Your throat went dry as you took in her smiling face, the crinkles of the corners of her eyes highlighting just how often she smiled.
“So…?” Abby pressed, her smile turning into a sly smirk.
Swallowing thickly, you looked back down at your notes. Heat roast to your cheeks as you said, “Biochem.” Turning to a new page of your notebook you ask, “What about you?”
Abby hummed, “Pre-med.”
Tearing a piece of paper from your notebook, playing with it, “Rough.” You state, focusing on tearing it apart. Silence enveloped the table. God, why did you have to make things so awkward? “Why?” You decide to ask.
“My dad’s a doctor.”
“Makes sense,” You look at your paper pile that was forming in front of you. Humming you answer her curious stare, “You’re not dumb. You know what you’re talking about.” You then looked up at her, “You’re not the only one who noticed something during midterms.”
Abby smirked, “I guess not.”
There it was. The pit-fall in your stomach, your hands getting clammy. The racing of your heart, your eyes not being able to leave the person you’re getting attached to. The evidence was clear, with you not being able to get your mind off this buff, Olympic goddess of a woman.
College!AU (Abby Anderson x Camgirl/Roommate Fem!Reader) 18+
SYNOPSIS: Abby has an unhealthy obsession with watching your videos without your knowledge. She might be slightly in love with you too... but it all comes to a climax (pun intended) when she sees your most recent upload...
WARNINGS: Masturbation, strap-on use (ellie!giving), perversion, onlyfans referenced, exhibitionism, camera fetish, overstimulation, this one is just filthy...
A/N: Once upon a time, I posted this on my old account... We will see if you guys remember who I am.
Hands scrambled for something to hold onto. An iron grip was against the bed sheet underneath the glistening body that rippled with muscle and was shuddering in pleasure. Soft, desperate moans fell from her lips and she chased after that high she’s felt so, so many times before from this sinful little act of hers. Icy blue eyes brimmed with tears, and blonde wavy hair was a mess on the pillow laying next to her lit laptop screen.
She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry out and beg for something, anything, other than these feelings that just wouldn’t go away. She felt like some pervert, staring down at that LED screen and biting her lip raw as her fingers worked inside of her, stretching her out and making her give a shuddery little moan of excitement.
“So fucking pretty…” Her voice was choked and rough, an indicator she had been doing this for almost 2 hours now. She had already cum multiple times but she just couldn’t stop! It felt too good, and you looked too fucking gorgeous in this.
She’s never been a person to subscribe to these things… Not one for OnlyFans, or Patreon, or anything of the sort before. She watched porn for free like the totally normal human being she was. So why the fuck did she pay for this; pay for you?
The answer was simple… you slept twenty feet away from her in your own twin-sized bed. In the photos on your account, she could see her posters on the walls, and in those videos you made, she heard the sound of the TV playing from the other room where she was residing on a sofa and completely oblivious to what you were doing inside of your shared bedroom.
You had told her that the camera equipment was for a project… It was for some extra credit assignment from your photography professor and your parents lent you the money for the high quality camera. Was that even true? Did they lend you the money at all or did you pay in full? You must have; your parents never approved of your photography class and would certainly never entertain the idea of getting you the 4K camcorder.
That was the first red flag. If it was photography class, why did you need a video camera? On many occasions, She would come home to the bedroom door, or the bathroom door locked tight and she was so frustrated that she ended up using the toilet down the hall, or simply leaving again to go somewhere and kill time. She didn't know what you did behind those doors… but she did now.
So many pictures, so many videos, so many things that she didn't know happened only a few feet away from her! One video was even titled "Watch me cum in my roommate's car!" And she could hear her own fucking voice in the recording! You had snuck a remote control vibrator inside of yourself and she was simply holding a conversation with you while you squirmed and wiggled in your seat.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen… your eyes rolling back in your head while you tugged on the fabric of your skirt and gave a few series of whimpers that Abby simply ignored. How did she not notice it happening when it did?
It was never intentional for her to find out about it. She saw your 1099 Form on the countertop with your name on it and her curiosity was so overwhelming. Why did you have a 1099 form? As far as she knew, you worked your job at the college café, and she's been helping you with your taxes. Why didn't you tell her about it?
And then she saw the amount. $528,100.98?!?
What in the fuck did you do to make over five hundred thousand dollars last year alone?! Something wasn't adding up for her, and she was beyond concerned. What did you do to get this money?
She looked up the address of the location and found that it was tied to the headquarters for the OnlyFans website. And everything just spiraled out of control.
It was purely research at first. Hell, she didn't even expect to actually find your account. It wasn't exactly difficult, though. It was almost the same name as your Instagram, which did not mention the OnlyFans account. Makes sense, your family follows that account and the last thing you would want is for them to find your online video porn.
It was $10 to subscribe to your account. She paid for it, not really considering the consequences of her actions… she had thought you were attractive before. Every once in a while she would catch herself staring at your ass, or when you'd wear those short pleated skirts. You wore thigh-high socks once and she was convinced that you were trying to get a rise out of her…
And then she saw this side of you. The wild, aggressive side that no one knew about. You were so nice, sweet, and gentle. You wore soft colors and always cleaned your shoes when it rained. You baked muffins, and you would giggle whenever she told a horrendous dad joke that was too precious to not adore. You were her innocent little roommate…
In the days after, she had watched you do the most sinful things. Your toy collection was intense. One of your dildos was shaped like a horse dick, and you could take it all the way down to the hilt. All 13 inches fit inside of your cunt, and she had to cover her mouth after she heard your wetness slick across the surface and how you shamelessly cried out when she wasn't home.
All of your videos and pictures were solo. You did it all by yourself and made it well known that you were single by choice to her and to all of your friends.
Things had spiraled out of control, alright? Every night, the blonde would sneak off to the bathroom or hide in the laundry room as you slept peacefully and finger fuck the everloving shit out of herself while watching you either ride something, or simply touching yourself. In public, in her car, on the couch you two shared together, in the shower, anywhere you could imagine… It's where she found herself now.
You were staying with a friend tonight, and that meant she got to cum until she couldn't breathe. Those pretty noises that you made, how your thighs trembled as you held that vibrator against your clit, your eyed rolling back in your head as you grabbed at something on your mattress… oh fuck, you were holding onto her hoodie. You were burying your face into the fabric of her hoodie as you came on your bedsheets.
"Fuck… fuck! Nnnnnnn…" She saw stars go off behind her eyes as she ground down against her fingers, fucking down onto her hand and riding out that blissfully intense orgasm that almost made her heart stop. Her eyes filled with tears with how hard her orgasm rocked her, and she forced herself to remove her fingers from her cunt, angrily wiping them on her thigh and stuffing her face into the pillow. The sounds from your video continued to play and she angrily closed the window and then slammed the laptop shut.
She hated herself for this. It had gone from a simple look, to a complete and utter obsession. Her pillow was covered in a t-shirt… your t-shirt. She inhaled your scent, reveling in the sweetness of your body mist and remembering how it hugged you like a second skin… Sweet fuck, she loved looking at your body.
She had seen you looking in the mirror and hating what you see so many times before. She watched you drive yourself crazy, fussing over potential dates and whoever was lucky enough to take you out that night. You wanted to look perfect, and you had stated so many times how you were “too big” to look perfect in anything you wore.
How could she be supportive without giving away how fucking hot you really were? You were so beautifully soft and squishy, and she wanted nothing more than to hold you all night long and feel your softness against her muscular body. She wanted it so bad. You always complained about how cold you were… she gave you the hoodie to keep you warm in this shitty shared apartment.
And you hid your face in it as you climaxed all over your bed sheets. No wonder you washed them so often…
So lost in her train of agonizing thought, she almost jumped off the bed when she heard her phone buzzing on the table, charger attached at the port. With a shaky hand, she reached out and grabbed the phone, almost choking on her breath.
It was you.
Don’t miss me too much tonight Abby! I’ll see you in class tomorrow, okay? Don’t forget my Peace Tea!
Abby groaned, hiding in her sheets for a second and rubbing away her tears with the fabric on her pillowcase. She heard it in your voice and her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. It was always so hard to talk to you right after she fucked herself stupid to your porn videos.
Don’t YOU forget to actually bring back my charger. Not a fan of charging my phone with the same cord I use to charge my controllers.
She slowly shut off her screen and crawled off the bed, her limbs still slightly shaking as she waddled into the bathroom to sort herself out. It took all of four minutes before she was flopping back down onto the bed, the blonde hair around her face slightly damp and her three fingers on her left hand were wrinkled and pruny… She had them inside of her cunt for at least an hour and a half.
Very easily, Abby drifted off to sleep with her nose pushed into the t-shirt wrapped around her pillow. So sweet and so cute… Abby remembered seeing the fabric of the shirt pushing into the pudge on your belly and it had her body tingle again.
“Want you,” Abby huffed at nothing. “Want you so bad…”
Absently scrolling through her phone on Instagram, Abby didn’t notice you running up behind her, almost pushing her out of the seat she was in by the courtyard fountain. Your hands grabbed at her shoulders and she jerked forward before turning her head up and looking to see your face. For a brief moment, Abby remembered how you looked when you went full ahegao for a photo and her cheeks warmed up. It was easy to blame the cold weather though.
“Yay, It’s my favorite person ever!” You cooed sweetly, sitting on the seat next to her and removing something from your bag. Before she could ask what it was, you placed her cord on the table and grinned. “I didn’t forgeeeet…”
“I didn’t either,” Abby placed a large orange can on the surface, seeing the label that read PEACE TEA, MANGO GREEN. You immediately cracked it open and took a very big drink from the can, moaning obscenely loud at the taste on your tongue. The blonde was immediately reminded of the many videos she saw last night. And once again, what were you wearing? That fucking hoodie…
Abby bit her lip and looked away for a second, but immediately tore her eyes back to you and stared at what she could see of your neck… the collar pulled down and Abby inhaled, hard. A large purple welt was inside of your skin, blistering that complexion and making her see red. Was that a fucking HICKEY?
“W-What is–” Abby reached out, grabbing the collar of the hoodie and tugging it down in order to see the bruise that was dark, angry, and had obvious teeth marks. You reacted like she just tried to stab you, grabbing at her strong wrist and jerking back enough that your ass slipped on the table. “The fuck is that?”
“Nothing!” You said, way too fast. “N-Nothing, I just uh… I burnt myself with my curling iron, that’s all.”
Abby scoffed. “Yeah, I said that too in tenth grade.”
“Dude, I’m serious!” You said, gently shoving her at the arm. Abby rolled her eyes and took a long drink from the hot coffee cup sitting on the table in front of her. When she didn’t respond, you pushed her again, and she simply shrugged her shoulders, trying not to look bothered. “Abby–”
“S’not my business,” She said flippantly, putting on a stern face. Of course, her cup crumpling under her grasp told a different story. “Can fuck whoever you wanna, I don’t care.”
When you got quiet, Abby realized her mistake but all too late. When she looked back up at you, she could see how your eyes glossed over and your bottom lip quivered. Why did she have to say it like that? God, she may as well have called you a slut! Her heartbeat raced all the way down to her toes as she went to apologize. “I didn’t mean–”
“I-I’ll uhm…” You stood from the seat, brushing your hands down over your thick thighs and readjusting the waist of your jeans. Abby gulped, trying not to stare at your soft figure. “I’ll s-see you in 3rd period, Abby.”
And as fast as you were here, you were gone. Her palms felt sweaty, and not from the drink she was holding… All it took was one wrong flex of her muscles and her triple-shot irish-creme latte was splashing all over her hoodie and down onto her legs. Abby jumped from the table, nearly falling in the process as the liquid burned through her sleeve and she immediately yanked off the hoodie.
“Goddammit,” Her words were harsh and angry as she slammed the hoodie onto the table, shaking out her forearm that was already turning red. That’s the last time she asks for them to make it extra hot.
“Drink much, dipshit?” Abby tensed at that voice. Her muscles bristled with hostility and she looked down to see someone skidding to a halt in front of her, kicking up a skateboard on the concrete and into her knuckle taped hands.
“Oh, fuck off, Williams,” Abby sneered at the auburn-haired girl. Ellie snorted, taking a step to her left and purposely standing as close to Abby’s backpack as she could. The one now covered in soy milk.
“Little bunny sure scattered fast,” Ellie tucked a hand into her baggy jeans pocket, her oversized t-shirt wrinkling on the side as she pulled down the sleeve of her black undershirt. How in the fuck did she ever stay warm? Abby had only ever seen her scrawny ass wear a jean jacket or the shittiest hoodie ever.
“What did you just call her?” Abby declared, her hostile side taking hold at defending you. Ellie smirked, stepping a little closer and showing off a very toothy grin.
“She’s like a bunny,” Ellie said. “Skittish and wide-eyed. And the cutest damn thing anybody gets to see. Especially when she wears those thigh-high socks? My god, just want to suffocate in her legs–”
“Don’t objectify her,” Abby snapped, coming to your moral rescue. It felt so fucking hypocritical now. She spent 2 hours fucking herself to your videos and now she was telling Ellie fucking Williams to not talk about you like that. Her rage was very misplaced. She wasn’t mad at you, or even Ellie, but at herself. She really fucked up now.
“Down, dog,” Ellie sat down on the table’s surface and laid her skateboard across her thighs, tapping her fingers against the checkered pattern deck covered in stickers. It was such a play at Abby’s ego to call her a dog. A rumor in freshman year spread like wildfire after an ex of Abby’s said she would growl when she fucked someone. Ellie never let her live it down. “Just saying your roommate’s hot.”
“Don’t you have someone else’s day to piss on?” Abby yanked her hoodie off the table next to where Ellie was sitting, resisting the urge to smack her with the wet fabric. Ellie simply leaned back on the table, her hands touching the surface of the wood and grinning.
“Aw, what’s wrong Abigail? Don’t miss me at all?”
“You were the worst random roommate I ever had,” Abby snapped, tying the jacket around her waist and cracking her knuckles. “I do not miss your midnight Dungeons and Dragons sessions with your fucking friends, nor do I miss the apartment reeking of marijuana.”
“Yeesh, don’t act your age now,” Ellie said. “Just call it weed.”
Abby ran a hand down her face, realizing quickly that this conversation was not worth the headache she was earning. She lifted up her backpack, shook off as much of the liquid as she could and carried it around by the strap. Before she could walk away though, Abby glanced at the table and then back up at Ellie’s green eyes with a grin on her face.
“Might wanna cover your ass, Williams. Now you smell like the shit you hate so much.”
The last thing Abby saw was Ellie jumping off the table and looking at her ass to see coffee stains smearing on her jeans and her thighs. “Fuuuuck!”
When 3rd period rolled around, Abby didn’t see you. Her nerves felt like they were on fire whenever someone would open the classroom door. She looked up, hoping she would see you, and then her expression would drop with defeat.
She had to apologize… Abby had to say she was sorry for what she said to you. But how could she if you had skipped the class?
Abby ended up texting you, fearing the worst.
Hey, you ok? Not like you to be late to class.
It took so much self control not to watch the screen and wait for your response. Her fingers twitched, tapping on the surface of her desk as she tried to focus on the lecture but just couldn’t bring herself to focus. Her phone buzzed and she opened the message, lightning fast.
Didn’t feel too hot. Went home early. Sorry.
It was short and concise… you were still very much upset. Abby turned off her screen and put her chin on her folded up hands, absently listening to what the professor was saying but not retaining any information given. And then her phone buzzed again.
Very slowly, she looked down and saw it wasn’t a text, but an alert from… OnlyFans?
Abby was scared to open it. She knew it was you, but it still made her nervous. Cautiously, she turned the brightness all the way down even though she sat in the back row and made sure her volume was all the way down before opening up the app to see the alert. What did you post this time?
Her stomach dropped and she felt like she could throw up. The title alone was enough to make her feel sick.
Fucked by hot skater girl!!
The thumbnail was enough for her to start screaming… It was you, and who was that on top of you? Ellie fucking Williams.
Abby doesn't have a clue as to why she watched this video. It was making her blood simmer with rage, unyielding jealousy burning a hole in her chest that just couldn’t be extinguished. You lied to her; you fucking lied to her and you had fucked Ellie Williams! AND RECORDED IT!!
It felt like watching a car accident. Knowing that the outcome was pure carnage, but too enthralled to look away from her phone screen as she hid in her car at the back of the parking lot. She felt like some horny teenage boy, sleuthing away from everyone and everything just to watch porn when she should be in class. Fuck fourth period! Abby had to see this!
The video started out tame enough. Abby recognized those stupid LED lights that lined Ellie’s bedroom walls, the brightness up and the hue set to a deep pink, your favorite color. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt as she panted inside her freezing pickup truck. She could see her breath as it fogged up her windows from the inside, watching the video with painful intent.
Ellie was kissing you, and you were reaching up to remove the glasses from her face in order to stop the frames from digging into your faces. For a brief moment, Ellie chuckled and then she shoved you down into the mattress of her twin-bed. Ellie was slipping her hands under your hoodie– fuck, it was Abby’s hoodie too. It probably still smelled like her. Every once in a while, you would ask her to spray that pine scented cologne onto the hoodie so it would smell like her… you told Abby that her scent was calming. It made you feel safe.
Ellie’s long, dextrous fingers slipped under your shirt, her black-painted short nails raking over your soft tummy and squeezing at your thighs. The noise you made was making Abby blush from her ears down to her cheeks.
The process of the video was borderline hypnotic. It was a mess of wet lips, Ellie’s rough calloused hands on your soft skin, your back arching and your hips rising off the bed as Ellie pulled down your panties with her fucking teeth. Abby tugged at the front of her shirt, right over her viciously beating heart.
It should have been her. Abby should have been the one doing these things to you. Abby wanted to be the one that took those clothes off you and made you whimper for her, and for her alone. She was so fucking covetous of you. She wanted you to scream her name and to squirm on top of her as she forced you to sit on her face and ride her tongue to beautiful completion.
Ellie knew exactly what she was doing. She moved with fluidity and skill as her head dipped down between your legs and she immediately dived head first into your cunt, drooling all over you and making you grab at the fabric behind your head– that fucking hoodie again!
You sounded so breathy and beautiful. Ellie growled against you, drooling and slurping as she paused in her movements and zoned in on your clit, making you whine and whimper with pleasure that Abby was dying to see for herself in person.
Abby slammed her fist into the steering wheel, grabbing at the leather with her iron-like grip. The dampness was growing in her boxers and Abby carefully pressed into the seam of her jeans, grinding down against herself. Ellie slipped her fingers inside of you, and the noise you made was beyond perfect.
“God,” Abby gasped as she pushed herself into the seat. “Wanna fuck you…”
Ellie sped up, her hands moving at high speed inside of you and the sound of her fingers working inside of your cunt was enough for Abby to unzip her jeans and slowly push her hands inside of her boxers. She couldn’t stop herself, even if she wanted to.
The second her fingers touched at her clit, Abby was throwing her head back against the car seat, gasping and grinding up against her calloused fingertips. The video kept playing, and the sound of Ellie fucking you without so much as a restraint behind her motions. Abby knew the sounds you were making. Ellie was mere seconds from making you cum.
“Come on, bunny… that’s it, you gonna cum? Gonna cum for me?”
You cried out, pushing both hands into her hair and giving a soft tug to those auburn locks as she dived back down and gave a soft kiss to your clit. Abby wanted to feel your hands in her hair. Abby wanted to feel you grabbing her blonde hair and yanking on it as she ate you out.
“Fuck… Fuck, please daddy! Pleaaaase, l-let me cum– I-- ohmygooood..!”
It was so fucking fast. Ellie wrapped an arm around your hips and shoved you down into the bed. Abby could see the way her fingers indented into your soft flesh and she was practically drooling. She wanted to mark your hips with bruises from holding you down and fucking you senseless.
Her jealousy rose to a new level as she saw Ellie bring you to climax. You sounded so fucking gorgeous when you came, and Abby was so fucking pissed that her old roommate got a front-row seat to seeing her new roommate cumming. Her right hand fisted in her hair as she worked at her pussy with her left one, lifting her knees up onto the dashboard and swiftly shoving two fingers inside of herself. The video was almost an hour long, and Ellie made you cum in ten fucking minutes, flat.
Abby pumped her digits desperately inside of her cunt, watching Ellie unzip her jeans and saw that the girl was wearing a fucking 8 inch strap. She bossed you around, grabbing at your hair and dragging you to the camera’s view and pushing you down onto your hands and knees.
“Come on bunny,” Ellie sighed with that dreamy look on her face. “Suck on daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
Abby huffed, watching your pretty lips wrap around that strap and take it halfway in your mouth, drooling and slurping on the silicone and looking up at Ellie with wide, sparkly eyes. Abby wanted you to look at her in that way…
“Fuck, baby… Just like that, yeah? Want me to fuck you?”
Abby was hanging on Ellie’s every word, basking in her own pleasure as she pushed a third finger inside of her cunt and clenched on the digits stretching her. Fuck, she was so fucking sick for this.
Lost in the pleasure, Abby looked back down at the video when she heard you scream. Ellie had you on all fours and her strong, veiny hands grabbed at your plump, soft rear as she slammed her hips forward and shoved that black, sparkly cock inside of your pussy with one swift motion. You went silent for a second, head back and arms trembling before you started to gasp and exhale, hard.
It was like you had never felt something like this before in your fucking life. Abby paused her finger’s movements, waiting for Ellie to start fucking you… And oh boy, did she fuck you.
Her hands gripped at your hip bones, slamming that toy dick into your weeping pussy like it was what she was made to do. One hand was on your hip and the other slid up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and letting your sounds echo into the room. Ellie’s roommate must have been pissed.
Abby knew it was fucking depraved… She knew that it was twisted and an obsession, but she couldn’t stop. She was addicted to this– addicted to you. Her wrist was screaming for her to stop but Abby refused to let up.
She watched the entire video, and came three times inside of her car.
Abby didn’t know what to expect when she returned home, but seeing you nowhere in sight was not it. She frowned, searching the entire apartment for any sign of your presence… All the lights were off. You didn’t turn on your aroma diffuser, and the window was still shut… You always do the same thing when you come back home. You fill the diffuser with peppermint oil, turn on the lamp next to the sofa, and open the window a crack to let the fresh air in.
Even when the temperature was bitingly cold and you complained about it, you still wanted the window open a little. Abby teased you, but you didn’t care and proceeded to do it until she would close it at the end of the night.
Her heart sank as she pushed her bedroom door open, dropping her backpack and cringing at the scent coming off it. If she didn’t wash it tonight, it would be unbearable by the morning. She slowly pulled out all of her school stuff, placing her laptop on the bed and carrying the bag to the laundry room.
Abby got lost in her head again, fingers twitching a little as she scrubbed at the soy milk stain on the black mesh. Her hands gripped the strap and she inhaled hard… Her mind drifted to Ellie. How Ellie called you bunny this morning, and then how she said it in the fucking video…
“Ride daddy’s cock, bunny… Pretty fucking girl.”
Hands flexed hard enough to tear the fabric in her hands and she slammed the backpack into the washer. Fuck it, she didn’t have to scrub it. Just soak the shit off.
Abby drizzled the soap over the bag and slammed the lid shut, putting it on a delicate setting and letting it run. Fuck, even her shirt smelled like irish creme. Abby ripped the long-sleeved compression shirt off her body, adding it to the washer and walking away from the room. Her skin felt tight on her body, and she just wanted to curl up on the blankets on her bed and sleep until the sun came up again.
Her heart stopped for a second as she paused in the doorway, her hand grabbing the frame as she scowled. What if the reason you weren’t here… was to be with her? What if you were with Ellie right now? What if you were being railed by her all over again? Would you record this one too?
Abby felt dirty. She had to shower.
As quickly as she could manage, Abby was stripping off her clothing and heading into the bathroom where she cranked up the water as hot as she could handle, jumping in and washing away the filth of today.
When she closed her eyes, she thought of you. The way your eyes roll back in your head, the soft giggle in your voice when she tells you something funny, how your legs quivered when you climaxed, the way your head rested on her leg when you fell asleep watching a movie with her… Your soft breathing when Abby would stare at you and dream of how your lips would feel against her own.
Abby wanted to cry. She was no better than any of those other fucking creeps on that website. She was no better than some gross man watching you get fucked by Ellie fucking Williams, getting off to it and then feeling guilty about it afterward.
Everything was a fucking mess. And for some goddamn reason, she just couldn’t fucking stop!
Even after her shower, Abby was right back to square fucking one. Fingers moved against her cunt, focusing on her clit this time around and watching Ellie rail you all over again. You were sitting in her lap as she watched you bounce on her strap, holding you at the waist and digging her fingernails into that soft body of yours.
It gave Abby a new reason to fucking hate her. She takes everything that she wants. Freshman year was spent in torture. Ellie would eat the stuff she labeled in the fridge, would never return her movies, used her Xbox… stole her girlfriend right out from under her. Yeah, Abby and Nora broke up, but Ellie swooped down immediately and Abby felt so fucking replaceable that it hurt.
This was the one thing she didn’t want Ellie Williams to fucking have… and she got you. She got you in her bed, and Ellie left her fucking marks all over you. Bruises on your ass, hickies on your neck, claw marks on your back.
“F-fucking hate you,” Abby huffed into the pillow that your shirt was still wrapped around. She looked at her phone and seethed with rage. You kept calling her “daddy” and kept making those fucking noises that Abby loved so much that she felt stupid. “Little whore…”
Abby had left the bedroom door cracked, convinced that if you came home at any moment, she would notice… but that has never, ever worked before. You were so damn sneaky that you made Abby scream on multiple occasions.
You slowly opened the front door, placing your keys on the hook next to it and peeking inside. The apartment seemed quiet… that was good? Maybe Abby went to sleep or something. With a little breath through your nose, you closed the door as quietly as possible behind you, brushing off the snow on your outfit and in the midst of removing the hoodie from your body.
It was then that you heard it. Hands stopping halfway through taking off her sweatshirt at the entryway, you heard a soft moan come from the bedroom. Abby? Maybe she was sleep-talking again.
You ignored it at first, but then it happened again, and it was followed up with words that felt so heavy and gravelly, you felt color rise to your cheeks. “Gonna f-fucking destroy you… fuck you, bunny…” Abby then breathed out your name… your fucking NAME!! You felt like you were gliding.
Before you know it, you were standing in front of your shared bedroom door and you peeked inside of the room. Your eyes widened and you had to cover your mouth to hide the noise you made. Sweet fucking god, did you die and go to heaven?!
She was watching it… Abby was watching your video that you posted this afternoon… Abby was watching you get fucked by Ellie, and she was fucking touching herself while watching it! The sound of her fingers slipping all over her cunt before they plunged inside of her pussy had your eyes rolling back, the wetness growing between your legs and your fingers twitching on your face as you kept your hands over your mouth.
Ellie’s voice echoed in the room. “Come on, baby… bounce on daddy’s dick like the little slut you are!” It was demeaning and depraved, but hearing Ellie say those words to you last night, you almost felt your heart stop. That skater girl, fuck… Ellie was so hot, and she knew it. Her taped fingers adorned with silver rings, her grunge aesthetic, those black framed glasses, that undercut, and those freckles.
The woman was a walking wet dream. Ellie was hot as fuck, and when you asked her about this, she was all to happy to oblige. She’d never done porn before, but Ellie would do anything you asked if you looked at her in that way that made her stutter.
At some point in the night, you forgot the camera was even there… You were simply in the moment with her, pretending like this wasn’t a way for you to make money but your raw, carnal desire for the delinquent to fuck your brains out.
And then, there was Abby… Abby saying you could fuck whoever you wanted and that she didn’t care. It left such a hollow feeling in your chest. She seemed so flippant, and so unconcerned. Abby didn’t care who you fucked… why did that bother you?
Well, the answer was obvious now.
Your hands trembled as your fingers slowly slipped inside of your jeans, watching Abby with burning intent as she practically rode her fingers to your video. Ellie continued that hot talking, but the words Abby said was what made your cunt throb with pleasure. God, her hands were so fucking big and so strong; Her ass looked so good. And fuuuuck, those back muscles that glistened with sweat.
Why did Abby have to be so fucking hot? And why did she have to flaunt it all the time? Seeing her fresh back from the gym was borderline torture. You wanted her to grab you, pin you down, and fucking destroy you, just like she said she wanted to. How depraved were you?!
“Come on… come on!” Abby huffed through clenched teeth, clearly nearing her orgasm as your loud cries of pleasure echoed in the room. You blushed, pressing your fingers against your clit overtop the cloth of your panties and slowly rubbed. You kept a hand over your mouth, drooling as Abby came closer and closer to completion… It would have been so fucking easy to watch her like this forever. She was so fucking gorgeous.
Oh, but fate was a dirty whore. Your phone slipped out of the front pocket of your jeans and hit the floor. It was so loud in the quiet that you reacted to the noise like a gunshot, stumbling backward and feeling your face go pale.
Abby’s movements came to a screeching halt, sitting up from the bed and looking over her shoulder while putting an arm around her chest to try and hide herself from whoever was behind her, like it was someone other than you. The video continued to play until Abby all but broke her phone’s power switch with how hard she squeezed it, throwing the device away like it was on fire.
In your haste, you had pulled your hand free from your jeans, but the zipper was still down and the denim was squeezing against your lower hips. It was clearly obvious what you were doing, and if that wasn’t an indicator, the slick on your fingers was.
You were frozen in place, body shaking as you looked at Abby’s eyes that refused to look away. She looked as if she could cry at any fucking second. You bit your lip and stepped forward, nerves on fire and hands twitching. Abby immediately backed up, her spine meeting the wall as she grabbed the blanket from her bed and pulled it close to her skin.
“N-no, no, fuck,” Abby immediately started rambling. “M’sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would… god, I’m so fucking sorry! I know, I know I’m fucked up and I shouldn’t have–”
“Abby,” You tried.
“I’m not… I’m not like this with other people, I don’t–”
“Abby.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why its like this with you, I just–”
“Abby!” You slapped your hands against her face, squishing her cheeks and slightly crouching down. From here, Abby could see the many hickies that Ellie left on your neck from the night before. The rage began to return at seeing those marks, wishing that it was her that gave them to you. “Stop talking.”
“No, no, I need to explain–”
“You really don’t, honey,” You said in the sweetest tone ever. Abby forgot her point for a second. “You have no idea… how fucking hot that was, do you?”
Abby didn’t say anything until you pinched her cheeks again. “I… I uhm…”
You chuckled, eyes closing for a moment as Abby stared at you. Those beautifully long lashes of yours and that soft blush that decorated your cheeks… She could smell the mixture of your body mist, and her cologne. Abby whined. You looked so gorgeous in her hoodie…
“Honey,” You made her brain skip like a scratched record disk. Her heart sped up and she very cautiously reached out to grab you. Her huge hands hovered just above your hips and you pushed her damp honey blonde hair away from her icy-blue eyes. It just took one glance down at her lips and Abby was done for.
“W-What about–” Abby choked, sitting back for a second to keep you at bay. “What about Ellie?”
You blushed a deep red, and Abby didn’t like that. But your answer was quick and concise. “Ellie isn’t you. She can never be you, Abby… Who do you think I imagine when I make those videos, huh? Why am I always wearing your hoodie in all of them…”
Her icy blue eyes trailed down to your body under the hoodie, seeing how it was loose around you but still so fucking beautiful against your skin. Abby looked at you like she wanted to eat you alive and ruin you until you were sobbing.
“Abby,” You whined desperately. “I can’t take it anymore… please–”
“P-Please what?” She tried to sound dominant, but your presence was holding so much power over her that she ended up stuttering over her words. A blush decorated her cheeks as she felt you slide the pad of your thumb across her pouty bottom lip.
