₊⊹ 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 ⟢
au: you really should’ve known better than to tell abby you weren’t feeling attractive tonight. she has a habit of proving you wrong.
contains: ¡period sex! dry humping, mirror sex, along with fluff, (gf!abby only cares about one thing; making you feel better.)
a/n: beware, i’m god awful at writing smut.
you had been unusually quiet tonight. abby noticed things like that. she noticed the way you stayed curled to yourself on the opposite side of the bed, the way you refused her offer to order your favorite takeout. abby rolled from her back to her side, draping an arm over your hip.
“what’s going on?” abby murmurs, her voice soft beside you. you lean into her before grumbling into your pillow. “nothin,” you hum. abby gives your hip a playful pinch, making you flinch. a quiet giggle escapes her as she buries her face into your neck.
“no, seriously. tell me what’s wrong.” abby’s voice softens, the teasing disappearing from it. you hesitate, picking at the edge of the pillow case before finally mumbling, “i just feel.. icky.”
you nod, refusing to look at her. “my period started and i feel gross. i’m cramping, i feel bloated, and i just—” you huff, burying your face further into the pillow. “i don’t feel attractive right now.”
abby is quiet for a moment. she pulls you into her, your back pressed against her chest. her finger tracing circles on your hip before moving to your stomach, palm flat there. “baby, you’re allowed to feel like shit. but that doesn’t mean i think you look like shit.”
a small, reluctant laugh escapes you. “that’s.. a really nice way of putting it.”
abby smiles against your neck, “i’m serious.”
“mhm—” you sigh, the smile fading as another wave of discomfort rolls through you. “i just feel gross.”
“you’re allowed to feel gross,” abby states, her hand moves in slow, gently circles over your stomach, her touch gradually drifting lower. when she finds the spot that’s aching the most you arch into her, she adds a little pressure, rubbing with tenderness as you let out a breath. “just don’t start thinking i see you any differently,” she whispers in your ear. you swallow, the words shooting warmth through your body. you know abby means it, but some stubborn part of you still struggles to believe her.
abby presses a soft kiss just beneath your ear. “i promise baby.”
you finally let yourself relax against her body, sinking further into the warmth of hers. her hand continues its slow movements over your stomach, steady and soothing.
for awhile, neither of you says anything. you simply lie there, listening to abby’s breathing behind you. and little by little, the tension leaves your body.
you shift closer, pressing your back more firmly against her.
abby notices immediately.
you shake your head, tilting it enough to see her smirk. “maybe you’re helping.”
abby hums, her chin settling against your shoulder. “maybe?”
you turn your head, finally meeting her eyes.
abby rolls her eyes in response. you can’t help but smile as you shift around in her arms, turning to face her. she makes sure no distance grows between you, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. your hand finds the nape of her neck, drawing her back in with a proper kiss.
the kiss lingers, both of you humming softly against each other. abby seems to relax into you this time, her hand settling against your waist before dragging up your side. she breaks the kiss to stare at you for a moment—eyes, lips, eyes, lips. she gives you one last peck before burying her face into your neck, peppering lazy, messy kisses from your ear to your throat.
you let your eyes fall shut, a quiet breath escaping you as you tilt your head to give her more room. your fingers remain curled at the nape of her neck, brushing through the loose hair that had managed to break free from her braid.
for a moment, neither of you seem particularly interested in pulling away.
she draws back just enough to look at you, her eyes lingering on your expression. there’s a pause—just long enough for you to realize she’s caught onto something.
the corner of her mouth lifts, her expression suddenly far too knowing.
“what?” you basically gasp out, cheeks tinted pink.
abby only smiles, “nothing.”
you know exactly what she’s suggesting now, and the realization makes your face hot. “abby…”
“what?” she asks, far too innocently.
you hesitate, glancing away. “i mean.. i’ve never done anything on my period before.”
there’s still a smirk on her face but her voice is soft. “i know.”
“and i’m already feeling gross.” you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i don’t know if it would make me feel better, or just make me feel even more self conscious.”
abby’s thumb brushes over your cheek. “i’m not trying to pressure you.”
“but you keep telling me you feel gross, and i don’t want you thinking for a second that i look at you and see anything different.” her eyes soften. “no matter how you feel, you are the most beautiful person to me. you’re still everything i want.”
you swallow, your gaze dropping for a moment.
“and maybe,” abby adds, her mouth quirking into a teasing smile, “a little reminder of that wouldn’t hurt.”
you look back at her. “a reminder?”
“mhm.” her thumb brushes your cheek once more. “aren’t you horny?”
you scoff, though the way you fidget beneath her touch betrays you. “that’s not the point.”
you sit up in bed, stretching your legs out in front of you. “but what about the mess?”
“baby you’re overthinking it.”
“no buts.” abby’s hand rests on your thigh. “i don’t mind. i mean.. i actually want to.” her fingers spread over your thigh. “that’s if you do.”
you fondle with her fingers as she continues to reassure you. “let me do all the work babe. besides, this is for you. i’m doing it to help you relax remember?”
something in you finally loosens. abby slides her hand between your closed thighs, giving one a squeeze. “c’mere.” she grabs the one opposite of her, draping it over her waist. a quiet giggle escapes you, “abbyy,” your voice comes out shaky as you adjust yourself onto her, holding your balance with your hands gripping her shoulders.
abby’s under you, grinning up at you devilishly , “you were so worried about making a mess a second ago.”
you give her a sheepish look.
“then stop worrying about it,” she says firmly. “if it makes you feel better, make the mess on me.”
a breathy little laugh catches in your throat, followed by a tiny whine as you feel abby’s words radiate through your body. you duck your face into her shoulder, grinding your hips down once.
abby’s smile presses against your hair, “see—there you go.”
you shift against her again, this time feeling the fabric of her sweats bunch up between your thighs creating a bulge. looking down at the sight, you breath out a ‘fuck’ as you throw your head back. one of abby’s arms curls around your back, keeping you close, while her other hand grips your hip and helps guide you.
abby’s grip on your hip tightens as she pulls you closer, her other hand sliding up your back until her fingers settle at your throat. she catches your lips in a sloppy kiss, neither of you bothering to hide the little sounds that escape.
“fuck baby.” she whimpers out, a string of saliva still connecting you.
abby glances down at the two of you, her eyes lingering for a moment before she shifts you slightly higher, positioning you right over her ache.
you oblige without hesitation, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “look at you,” you murmur. “you’re so needy right now, baby. what’s wrong?”
abby let’s out a shaky breath, her hands disappearing into your shirt, immediately cupping both of your tits. “you—you’re so fucking hot.”
“you,” you moan in response, bracing your hands on either side of abby’s head as she rests against the headboard. you grind into her pussy, your rhythm gradually becoming less controlled as the tension builds.
abby senses your need for relief, her own composure slipping with yours. she lets out a shaky breath, her forehead falling against yours. “fuck baby—shit,” she mumbles, her hips bucking up with each of your thrusts, fingers curling tighter against your boobs.
you let out a frustrated little whine, your movements growing increasingly uncoordinated as you try to chase the feeling. eventually you take matters into your own hands, lowering one from the headboard, cupping your own clothed pussy.
abby lifts her head, her eyes narrowing when she realizes exactly what you’re doing. she catches your wrist and shifts her weight, guiding you backward against the mattress as she moves with you.
she takes your wrists in her hands, guiding them above your head before leaning closer. your back arches, legs wrapping around her waist, searching for friction.
“thought you were getting me all worked up just for you to cum all alone?”
you swallow, shaking your head, unable to form a coherent response even if you tried.
“abby please!” you gasp, looking up at her. “i thought the whole point was getting me to relax.”
she rolls her hips once, slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying how easily she can make you squirm. she watches your eyes flutter, as she resists the urge to continue until she catches her own high.
abby leans back slightly, sitting up as her hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head before doing the same to her own.
“you’re not cumming ‘till you see how pretty you are,” she says, her gaze never leaving yours, “falling apart for me baby.”
you stare up at her, still trying to process what she’s saying as she settles back over you, her fingers tickling your side.
“the mirror,” she adds softly. “i want you to look at yourself.”
the word comes out barely a whisper, your voice shaky.
abby gives you a small, reassuring smile before guiding you to the edge of the bed. she sits first, then reaches for you, gently pulling you into her lap.
you settle against her, your bare back against her warm chest. your hands grip her muscular thighs as she slips her legs between yours, locking them apart.
she looks at your reflection in the mirror. “there,” she coaxes. “just relax pretty.”
you gulp, glancing from your spread legs, to your tits that jiggle every small movement, then to her eyes.
abby’s hands are low on your back. she brings them around your waist, fingers idly toy with the strings on your pajama pants that sat low on your hips.
“see?” she whispers. her gaze holding yours as her hand finds your waistband, slowly inching inside. “no need to worry about a mess this way.”
abby’s finger relaxed over your underwear. once she’s sure she’s found the exact spot, her finger presses down, applying pressure to your clit through the layers.
your head falls back with a shaky exhale—eyes slipping shut. abby’s free hand comes up to your chin, guiding your face forward again until your gaze catches the reflection of the mirror.
“good girl— look at my girl,” she purrs.
her legs spread even more, stretching your thigh muscles. “all open for me.”
abby’s hand travels up to your neck, her fingers curling gently around your throat—firm enough to feel the subtle bob of your swallow beneath her palm. she rubs slow circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response.
her fingers slip to the side of your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you. “i need more words than that baby.”
your fingers splay across abby’s sides behind you. “please let me finish,” you whine out.
a satisfied hum leaves abby as her gaze stays locked with yours in the mirror, her fingers slipping beneath the layers, plunging into the warmth that instantly coated her fingers.
both of your breaths hitch, your eyes rolling in relief, head instinctively falling back— only for the gentle pressure at your neck to stop you. each of your eyes lowering, meeting in the mirror as you silently watch each other.
abby’s finger moves with slow, deliberate circles over your clit, drawing a shaky breath from you. your lips part, eyes struggle to focus on the sight, but when you catch her expression in the mirror, you notice her mouth fall open in an almost perfect imitation of yours.
your words tumble out between uneven breaths, “ab—baby, fuck i’m gonna c-”
abby keeps her pace while returning her hand to your chin, guiding your gaze back to yourself in the mirror. “don’t look at me, look at yourself.”
she watches your eyes struggle to stay open, your vision hazy as little tremors run through you.
“fuck my girl’s so good.” abby’s voice comes out breathless and unsteady, almost as if she’s the one who’s just been completely undone.
the intensity leaves you all at once, taking every ounce of strength with it. you melt into abby, your face finding the crook of her neck.
abby pulls her hand from your sweats, wrapping her arm around you, but your eyes immediately catch the mess.
“ew,” you mumble, recoiling slightly.
she looks down at her hand, then back at you with the most casual shrug.
“baby.” she laughs, tugging you back against her. “it’s fine. stop worrying about it.”
you stay there for a moment, satisfied, completely boneless against her, until abby finally shifts beneath you.
“come on,” she murmurs. “shower.”
you huff, giving her a look of exhaustion.
“i know baby,” she hums, “i’ll shower you.”
you both contentedly make it to the shower, abby adjusting the water as you sit on the counter. for a moment, you’re perfectly content just watching her move around, until a thought suddenly hits you.
abby glances over her shoulder. “what?”
abby’s cuts you off, “oh baby stop.”
she steps closer, brushing her knuckles along your cheek. “tonight wasn’t about me.”
you frown sleepily, “but—”
“you needed to feel better,” she reminds you. “that’s what i wanted.”
she kisses you before her lips turn into a smug.
“besides, you can always have me in the shower.”
you stare at her for a bit.
abby laughs, holding out her hand. “come on, baby. shower.”
areudirty
prguitarman
2087
ellievsbear
gummygunk
gamechangershow
dailybridgerton
vaporwave
titsay