the idea being wnba!abby’s housewife has me soaked wtf. her spoiling you after a game buying you pretty little clothes and lacy lingerie, choosing what she likes for you knowing you’d wear it just for her. ugh 🥹
abby absolutely gets like this rush after winning a game that lasts for several days when she goes on this crazy spending session for you— i’m talking expensive hotel rooms with rose petals on the sheets, every item off your wishlist landing straight on your doorstep, the works. you want your hair done? consider it paid for. nails? abby’s got you.
when you’re unboxing the lingerie she’s got her arms wrapped around your waist, smug smile pressed into your neck as she drops kisses there, awfully happy with herself. “you’ll try it all on for me, right?” she purs, huge hand disappearing under your top to stroke along the skin beneath your waistband. who are you to deny her that?