closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader
pt.1: you told me your new man donât make you nut, thatâs a damn shame.
tags: sub!abby, dom!reader, experienced!reader, mentions of owen, tbh trauma from owen, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, 69ing, dry humping, grinding, nonexplicit masturbation, lowkey voyeurism+exhibitionism ish? thereâs plot i swear.
A/N: im well aware that i apologize in every post i make and that its redundant, but im still sorry that i took forever to write.
so. some of this may sound a little familiar from the first part, but itâs simply just drawing parallels between abbyâs and your stances on one another.
this gets gradually worse and worse. i think the quality started landsliding once i reached the smut. enjoy!
itâs been near âround a week later, and abbyâs avoiding you like the fucking devil. in factâ by the way sheâs been acting, you think she might even believe so. sheâs never felt so inexplicably thrown off. clickers, bloaters⊠couple of well-aimed shots and theyâre no deal. but you? the ghost of your touches haunt her day and night. sheâs like a woman possessed. and sheâs insatiable.
her once weekly visits to the chapel have become daily: hour-long stays spent on her knees, prayers whispered hastily under her breath, eyes darting to paranoically try to catch potential eavesdroppers.
even owen, the air-headed asshole, has been left victim, or perhaps victor, to the effects of your actions. in a desperate attempt to ease her whirling mind, or rather, to ease the painful throbbing between her thighs, abbyâs seemed to have turned to her boyfriend as a last ditch effort.
abbyâs newfound flood of arousal, pooling and pleading, only to be met by owenâs two incher every night have had his ego blowing up fucking obnoxiously.
âgod, abby, youâre fuckinâ desperate for my dick lately,â heâd gloat, hilariously blind to his girlfriendâs infidelity.
unfortunately for abby, her pathetic resorts have done nothing to quiet the moaning mess of guilt-filled memories. if anything, theyâve done quite the opposite.
sheâs been left to the mercy of her palm, heel of it digging into her clit while sheâs beside the sleeping figure of owen, straining every massive muscle in her body to give her that orgasm she so badly needs.
itâs to no avail, though. stuck gasping and tearing up against a pillow, her poor pussy crying for some semblance of relief. and whatâs left is a week-long edged abby anderson, ms. âtop soldierâ, whoâs back to shooting no better than a freshly new recruit.
whatâs up with that, hm?
2am now, in the isolated west dormitoryâs showers, and abbyâs at it again. her body starving for your touch; your sinful, corrupting, addictive touch, and sheâs failing to appease her needs once more.
âmmph- fuck, ah-please,â abby begs into her forearm, groaning as two thick fingers plunge deep into her sopping hole, thrusting in and out messily.
itâs exhausting to fuck the way you do. even with her arms the impressive size they are, itâs impossibly demanding to reach every nerve you had reached, filthy sounds echoing along the tile walls, taunting her.
abby knows whatâs coming, or really, the lack of it.
skin pink from the heat of the water, she abandons her effort, shutting the stream off with a squeak and ventures the locker room to get dressed for the night.
her mind wanders to youâ thatâs all it ever seems to do as of recently, and she thinks about how she almost misses your antics. she canât place her finger on what it is exactly about you that makes her chase every teasing interaction so masochistically.
maybe itâs your lopsided smile that lures her in, or that glint in your eye she gets caught up in. or maybe itâs just that she knows she shouldnât want you, and itâs so deliciously wrong, and thatâs why sheâs got to have you.
towel flung over her shoulder, abby makes her way out, only to stop in her tracks when she hears the loud slam of a locker door.
what the fuck? wasnât the bathroom empty when she last checked??
cheeks burning at the mistaking of her privacy, she swivels the corner, furious to see who the fuck else is using the west dorm showers at this hour. of all the hours.
and, well, abbyâs frozen in place when sheâs met with the sight of a mystery someoneâs bare back. but oh, how she recognizes you, you and your wet hair, slinging droplets down your smooth skin, trailing lower and lower and-
you cough, breaking her trance. baby blue eyes dart up, caught, as you slide your tank on, smirking.
that just about does it for her. abby slams an open locker door shut, almost sprinting out of the room.
and really, thereâs no choice but for you to follow her, practically hunting her down as she sharply turns down random hallways, clearly attempting to outrun you. abby makes a wrong turn soon enough, and you honestly think you might burst out into laughter because of the funny way fate seems to string the two of you together.
the blondeâs backed herself into a corner, and it just so happens to be your residential corner. you canât help but wonder if she already knew where your room was located.
âscared, anderson?â slips out of your mouth, and it feels significant, reminiscent of the week before. you stare her down, wet strands clinging to her skin to match yours, and itâs like the two of you know whatâs to come with your words. the inevitable.
youâre not sure which one of you moves first, rubber band of tension snapping as your lips collide in a catastrophic sort of way. youâre scrambling to blindly dial your dorm code in and tugging abby by her shirt in a tangle of limbs and saliva.
âiâll play nice,â you pant, âeven after that disappearing stunt you pulled last week.â
abby laughs, whispering, âwhoops,â under her breath before pulling you in for another dizzying kiss, tongue eagerly curling into your mouth like sheâs been waiting years for a taste.
you wrap your fingers around her hair with a tug, and the low groan that escapes from the back of abbyâs throat has you repeating the motion again and again as you veer her backwards to fall atop your bed. you follow, straddling her, not wanting to spend a second apart from the fucking drug that her mouth is.
your hips grind down on their own, burning and desperate for stimulation. abby, in return, wraps a strong hand around your throat, pulling you even deeper into a sloppy kiss to swallow your moans as she pushes her hips up to meet yours.
âfuck,â you gasp, clit catching against the seam of your shorts with every roll.
abbyâs mind has gone blurry with arousal, drunk off the satisfaction of finally getting what her bodyâs begged for. every pretty noise that slips out of your mouth sends pulses of pleasure straight through her bundle of nerves, and every touch of skin has her feeling set ablaze.
but as always, she needs more.
she maneuvers you easily under her big frame, your head tipping back in a soft whine as she latches herself onto your throat, biting and soothing your skin over.
sheâs lodged a leg in between your own, mimicking your position as she wildly bucks her hips down onto you. âplease,â she breathes out, tears welling in her eyes with how foreign this feeling is. she canât bring herself to care about how needy sheâs acting, because to starve, is to take anything.
âjust like that, baby, youâre soaking my thigh,â you coo, continuing to dry hump her leg like sheâs nothing but a toy to you. the whimper she lets out at the name you call her is downright criminal, and the way her movements pick up have you groaning it out again. âcâmon baby, make a mess of yourself for me,â you grab her meaty hips, grinding her harder down against you.
âgonna-â she gasps into your neck, before shuddering against you as she cums with a cry, muscular thighs holding you so desperately tight in place. you almost scream, caught in the iron grip she has your body in, stopped so close to your own finish. you dig your nails into the flesh of abbyâs hips, hearing her moan as the pain mixes with pleasure, and echo the sound yourself as the burning in your core starts up again.
âjust let me, for a minute- i need you- just stay here, shit,â you ramble, gripping her hair for leverage while you fuck yourself faster against her thigh.
every twitch of a muscle beneath your soaked pussy has you reeling, unable to wrap your mind around what a massive fucking crime it is, for another woman not to have experienced the absolute blessing it is to have abby andersonâs defined-ass thigh to grind on.
you glance down at abby, and the fucked-out expression she has on, all watery doe-eyed as she peers up at you, mesmerized, has you throbbing enough to match your heart rate.
curse after curse flies out of your mouth as she attaches her mouth to your neck again, biting down as you let go of that coil tugging on your navel.
abbyâs no sooner clambering atop you, diving in to taste your sounds as she scoops you onto her lap, practically growling, âfuckinâ get over here,â under her breath.
as your vision returns, she attacks your mouth with a sloppy kiss, colliding teeth, and youâre unbearably hungry for more.
âlet me- iâm gonna taste you,â you breath out, shoving abbyâs back down with a push.
she falls back with a soft thud, eyes not leaving you once. âplease, fuck- taste me, have me,â abby affirms, scrambling to tug her shorts off.
the massive soaked patch at the center her boxers have your eyes rolling into your skull. âshit, anderson,â you run a finger over her clothed slit, giggling as she jerks her hips up.
âshut up,â she rasps, her words harsh, but the small smile on her face says otherwise.
you grin up at her, âdidnât say anything,â before licking a fat stripe up her covered pussy.
her response is immediate, hands fisting into your hair to pull your mouth closer, actions the epitome of more, more, more.
you flatten your tongue, licking, and meshing her arousal with your saliva to entirely soak her boxers wet. you wrap your lips around where you guess to be her clit, based off the place her legs tremble when your tongue reaches it, and suck hard.
âthere,â abby whines out, back flying off the mattress, and youâre so very desperate to see what other fun reactions she has in store for you, you grab at her waistband to unveil her pretty dripping pussy.
up close, face to face, you get to really admire the work of art she is. the divets of muscle adorning her thighs frame her pussy almost in a greek-goddess sort of way. light brownish-blonde curls of hair that reach out to your mouth, trying to pull you in closer. sheâs beautiful. youâre in complete control of her right now, and holding the reins of such an unreal being has you groaning into her slick eagerly, hands holding her spread wide open while you feast.
youâre dipping your tongue into her sopping mess, teasing and thrusting, feeling her gummy walls flutter around every brush of the muscle. you dart a thumb up to circle her puffy clit, red, from her earlier actions, and the way abbyâs legs kick upâ almost hitting you in the face, has you giggling again into her pussy. the vibrations of your laugh make abby squeal, thighs clamping around your head, and then sheâs tugging at your hair, chanting, âstopstopstopstop,â and you, of course, oblige immediately.
your face comes up covered in her wetness, arousal dripping from your chin as you lick your lips in an halfhearted attempt to clean yourself up. âsorry, sorry, i- did you want me to stop?â you ramble, concerned that you mightâve gone a little too far this time, getting yourself involved with a taken straight girl.
abbyâs face flushes a deep red, even darker than it had been from your actions, as she catches her breath and looks away. âno, i- can you, uhm.â
you catch on to her hesitation, newer to sex thats more than just, well, dick. you rub her calves soothingly, âuse your words, baby, you got it.â
she visibly gulps, thighs pressing tight around your body, âcan i?â she asks, almost sulkily as her hands move to tug at your shorts.
âoh-!â slips out of your mouth, surprised, âyeah, yeah you can.â
she lets out a soft okay, tugging harder now, slipping her calloused fingers under your waistband as well so as to drag both down together. abbyâs groans, low and heady, at the sight of your glistening pussy, practically dripping down your thighs from just getting her off. âthis too,â she murmurs, sliding your tank off before you can blink.
sheâs pulling you in closer, as if sheâs in a trance, as she wraps her lips hesitantly around one of your perked nipples. the high-pitched sigh you let out is more than enough encouragement for her to continue, warm tongue flicking at it as she sucks around your breast. âis this okay?â she pulls away to whisper, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she looks up at you, eyes wide.
âfuck- yes, just,â you push her head back in, her lips abiding immediately as they gently pull at your nipple, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts of your chest as you arch your back into it, quiet moans ringing in her air.
all of a sudden youâre being turned around, confused, until your hips are being lifted up towards abbyâs stuck-out tongue and youâre shaking with your face pressed to her thigh while she experimentally kitten-licks around your hole, unknowingly teasing you.
her nose brushes ever-so-slightly over your pulsing clit as her tongue passes just over your dripping mess, and it has you crying out, âthere, please- right there, please,â breath hot over her own throbbing pussy.
her hips jerk up at the sensation, and you take the hintâ latching your lips around her own clit and stuffing two fingers easily into her hole, moaning at the feeling of her squeezing tight around you.
itâs no wonder abbyâs the top soldier of wlf. for a girl whoâs only ever been with the most lacking, vanilla man ever, she picks up fast. each action of yours is borderline self-serving, with the way abbyâs mimicking every move not even a moment after, so adorably eager to please.
abby had this insistent need to pull every pretty sound from you, whether she got it through grazing her teeth against your clit, or curling a thick finger against your g-spot, she was determined to hear itâ to the point where you thought she mightâve even needed it. and itâs what made sex with her so intoxicating.
she wasnât like any of the other girls you typically hooked up with, and thatâs not to say the girls you usually got with were bad to fuck⊠they just werenât as invested in your pleasure as you were with theirs. and as the type to get off on giving rather than receiving, this was especially new. youâve never been with someone like you. and god, does it take the cake.
abbyâs really coming to terms with all the ways she can use her especially large everythings to make you feel good, murmuring into your pussy, ââm fuckinâ splitting you open with my fingers, pretty,â as she pushes in a third finger to your sopping hole, relishing in the squelch that comes with the thrust.
your thighs shake around her head, stimulated beyond compare as you continue your ministrations on abbyâs pussy, humming mhms into it to encourage more of her bolder ventures.
âmm-fuck, can feel you choking my fingers. you gonna cum, hm?â she mumbles cockily, the high from your reactions sending her mind into a frenzy.
âshit, please, need it so bad,â you croak out, taking only mere seconds apart from tonguing down her puffy clit.
âah- god, me too, pretty. cum on my tongue,â she says, and the fucking vulgarity of it, so downright shocking to hear from ms. straight christian prude over here, has you riding your orgasm out, trembling heat overtaking your body like a california wildfire. matched moans come from beneath you, as abbyâs hips fuck up against your mouth, legs flexing deliciously as the two of you reach your peaks together, the world slowing.
you slide your body off of hers, turning around to be met with a sight to behold. your cum, all over abbyâs mouth, shining on the tip of her nose, remnants leaked onto her chinâ and you have not a doubt you look the same mess. you yank her into a sloppy kiss, fluids mixing in your mouths in the most animalistic nature.
âiâm not done with you,â you say, eyebrows scrunched as you take in her fucked-out expression.
âi know,â she whispers, âgive me more,â she breathes out.
abby slips out of her tank, finally, using the cloth to gently wipe your face and hers, action a bit too intimate for what you guys have, but neither of you decide to call out on it.
âyou gonna let me fuck you?â you ask quietly, running a hand over her chest softly, enamored, as abby shivers from your words.
âplease fuck me,â she whimpers, tone all pouty and petulant as she watches your hand trace ambiguous shapes over her skin.
âso polite,â you tease lightly, pulling her in for a brief kiss before reaching over to your bedside drawer and pulling out your favorite strap, just the one for the special girl in front of you.
8 inches, hot pink, with a slight curve to it, but most importantly, never been used on anyone other than yourself, by yourself.
âitâs so-â she stutters nervously, thighs rubbing together in anticipation as you secure the toy onto your hips.
âpretty?â you finish, unable to help your laugh as she looks at you, so clearly not thinking of your response.
âyeah,â she shrugs, âsuppose it is.â
itâs quiet in the room as you finish latching the silicone dick onto yourself, the two of you settling into the weight of your impulse-fueled actions.
you gently pull open her closed legs, settling yourself between them as you tease her entrance with the tip of the toy, covering it with her cum. you then spit down onto it, twisting your hand around to coat, and hear abby ask, âwhatâre you doing?â
you continue to prep the toy with easy motions, committed by memory, âi know youâre soaked, anderson, but itâs still a dick youâre taking, baby.â
âi just mean- i, you know,â
you hum, âowen doesnât put in the effort, huh? and i bet youâre not even a quarter as wet for him as you are for me,â scoffing.
âitâs the truth though, isnât it?â
âthatâs what i thought.â
you thumb her clit in circles, using her slick as lube to rub over it smoothly, relishing in the way abbyâs head falls back and her hips jolt up. âthatâs it, ease up for me,â you murmur.
you prod again at her entrance with the toy, sliding the tip in slightly as she hisses, ââm sti-still sensitive.â
âand youâre gonna take it like the fuckinâ slut you are, anderson, arenât you?â you tsk, pushing a couple inches more into her.
âshit- yes, yes maâam,â she whimpers out, legs threatening to close from the new stretch.
âbecause even after all that time in the shower, nothing can fill you like i do,â you finish, thrusting the full length of you into her tight pussy, abby nodding repeatedly as her back arches up.
her moans pick up alongside your hips, voice breaking with every thrust as you push into that one sensitive spot deep inside with obvious expertise.
âso, s-so go-od,â she cries, hands gripping into the bedsheets as she searches for some tie back to reality.
you smirk satisfactorily, fast pace fueled by the sight of abbyâs open mouth, drool spilling out the sides as her voice grows hoarse from constant use. you fuck her hard, strength channeled from the anger you bore against her homophobic attitudes, and jealousy you garnered towards owen and his idiotic male self.
you lock your eyes with abby, sweat dripping down your face as you zero down on her, slamming into her pussy with no reprieve. âno more owen,â you say, each word punctuated by another deep thrust.
âthis is so wrong, this is so fucked,â abby rambles, nervous eyes darting around the room so as to avoid your gaze. her eyebrows are tugged together, head shaking no: but no to argue your words, or no to agree with them?
âhas something so wrong ever felt so good?â you pant out, âtell me baby.â
âi canât, i canât, i canât,â she repeats, torn between what felt right in her head, and what felt so right in her heart. âturn me over,â she babbled, not wanting to head-on face the fucking sin-filled act she was committing.
âyou tried running, baby. and howâd that work for you?â you ask, fed up. âyouâre still back here, a fucking mess, and all for me.â
âwhatâs it gonna take for you to face the fact that youâre getting fucked by a girl, and itâs so much better than anything youâve ever experienced?â
abbyâs eyes scrunch tight, trying to tune you out, but her moans still wrench out from the back of her throat, guttural and unstoppable.
you slide out finally, earning you a soft whine of disagreement, toy dripping with her slick with the tip pressed against her folds. âlook at me, abby.â
and fuck. sheâs never taken notice to the fact that youâve never said her name beforeâbut god does it sound so pretty coming out of your mouth. and god is it enough to make her wrestle her eyelids open and stare you dead in the eyes, blue clashing with the darkness you reeked in.
âsay that again,â she whispers, look full of pleading. 4 letters, 2 syllables, but it has her core tensing and her heart racing a mile.
âtell me youâre mine, abby,â you breath, and she almost finishes right there and then.
âiâm yours,â she says, a single tear breaking free from her right eye, baptizing her skin, absolving her of guilt.
âgood,â you choke out, bottoming entirely into her as she releases a cry. your movements quicken, ravenous, chasing the sweet whines that fill the room.
abbyâs tits bounce with each thrust, and you reach down to give her sensitive nipples a pinch, making her reach an all time new height of pleasure. her chest heaves, curses slur, as she squirms under your touch, nearing an unbearably overstimulated state.
âfeels- gonna cum,â she moans, barely holding on.
âcum for me,â you demand, needing to see her fall apart now more than ever as you pound into her harder, fingers rubbing harsh circles into her clit.
âs-shit,â she gasps, throwing her head back as her walls tighten around the toy, ââm- fuck, god- fuck! âm cumming!â
loud squelching noises overtake the room, complete with the sight of abby writhing beneath you as spurts of her juices drench your moving cock.
her chest heaves, mouth open in a silent scream as she comes down from her high, squirming with overstimulation.
you can see the moment her brain clicks, panic in her eyes clear as her skin turns pasty white.
âiâm so sorry i didnât mean to do that i donât know how-â
â-that happened ive never done that before, like who-â
â-fucking pisses on someone like that iâm so sorry ill clean it-â
her eyes shoot up to meet yours, frame cowering as she mumbles a quiet apology again, so obviously uneducated in the realm of half-decent orgasms.
âyou squirted, abby, you didnât piss on me for christâs sake. it was hot. now donât worry about it, iâm very honored,â you chide lightly, cradling abbyâs heated face in your hand.
you stand up, grabbing a clean towel and wetting it with warm water from your kettle. striding over, you spread abbyâs legs lightly, running the towel gently over her worked-out center, breath hitching, hips jerking with your touch.
âwhy are you- you donât have to-â abby stutters, grabbing your wrist.
you pause, confused. âabby, iâm not a fucking dick, contrary to belief,â you scoff.
she doesnât let go. âno thatâs not what i- i didnât mean it like that, itâs just, you know.â she waits for you to look up at her, before looking away. âyou donât have to fuss over me.â
a laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. âyou mean owen doesnât-? yeah, who am i kidding, of fucking course he doesnât âdo aftercare,â god, what a dick!â you groan, facepalming.
âabby, baby, this is fucking normal. owen just sucks,â you smirk, her cheeks flushing at your words. âlet me take care of you,â you continue more softly, nudging her grip off as you drag the towel over her sternum next, cleaning off any remnants left from the two of you.
abbyâs quiet now, eyes following your every movement, curious almost, a bit hesitantâ as if sheâs not sure what to do with herself in the meanwhile. sheâs stiff to the touch, frame shrunken now due to the sheer vulnerability of it all. bare as the day she was born, and touched like sheâs never done wrong a minute in her life.
she doesnât know how to feel about it. wisps of hair tickle her nose, and so she scratches it, pushing her hair away, tugging it behind her ears. and youâre right there on it, wordlessly turning her around as you begin to comb through her hair loosely, pulling it into a simple braid. the same hairstyle she displays everyday, always done by her own hand: tight, knot-free, and burning into her scalp. a reminder to remain true to her virtues, live by strict rules, and not stray from the lordâs path.
but the way you braid is so different. youâre careful to tie in the tickling wisps, but not harsh. effective, but not pushing. with owen she feels like an accessory, but you make her feel like someone worth worshipping. and so, the only burning she feels is not on her scalp, but behind her eyes.
you do notice the subtle tremble in abbyâs shoulders, droplets trickling down her cheeks as you weave her hair through, but you make no comment on it. certainly not with the way your own hands fumble her golden strands, fingers shaking into the knots. you tie the end of it up.
âi should go,â abby whispers, standing to grab her scattered clothes.
you remain seated, mouth opening and closing like a fish, as your lips struggle to wrap around the words your heart is singing out for.
âstay,â you blurt, louder than you intended, the word ringing in the tense air.
abby freezes, hand outstretched towards her tossed shirt. her head edged just the slightest bit towards you, like subconsciously, she was waiting for you to say something.
âjust- stay,â you whisper this time, more unsure. waiting for the rejection you know is to come. and while your brain is screaming for you to let her go, your eyes are hooked onto abbyâs figureâ searching intently for the smallest signal of her response.
you see her breath catch in her throat.
âokay,â she whispers back, and her head turns just enough for your gazes to lock, matched desperation surging.
sheâs drawn back to the bed like a magnet pulled to its twin, the mattress dipping as she settles in the space beside you.
and abby feels the heat of your drilling stare, one she refuses to return. she has no more fire left in her, not for you, just contemplation. a longing for more, an urge to savor, an ache to feel.
so abby faces the door, and you face her back, waiting for the day sheâll turn around.
so what did we think guys?!?? this was 4.7k words. crazy.
ok. so notice the tear coming from her right eye during that whole end part of the sex. note that it came from her RIGHT eye. scientifically speaking, thatâs a tear of joy. BOOOOOOM MIC DROP.
i, unfortunately, shot for the stars and tried to make this deeper. hard to do that when youâre not in touch with your emotions. so now you guys are stuck being confused. good luck!
anyways. the final scene is supposed to represent where they metaphorically stand in their relationship. reader is trying to bond with abby, or at least making an effort to, hence her facing abby. abby canât come to terms with all this, but sheâs trying! sheâs not fully accepted the homosexual part of herself though, the side that comes out with reader, so sheâs facing the door. FACING IT, not leaving through it. ;)
also, yes, owen goes in dry. itâs canon. do not come at me.
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