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zerokaram · 1 day

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college basketball!abby x reader

synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?

a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!

at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.

you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.

was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?

you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.

she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.

anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?

okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.

soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.

baby. baby? did you hear that right?

you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."

one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?

lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.

you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.

you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.

she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.

she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."

you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."

she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."

...what?

before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.

abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.

about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.

“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.

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artinvain · 2 days

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oh just thinking abt fucking abby again <3 (pretty vanilla)

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧ “please baby, just wanna taste you,” abby whimpers against you, huffing against your clit when you tug her head back by her braid. you only have the smallest morsel of control with your hand in her hair, only a few minutes before she can’t take it anymore, before she runs out of begging and has to have you.

“yeah, please please-mmhh“ her voice muffled as you guide her face towards your cunt, and moan when you feel her grateful tongue press flat against you, sucking on your clit and holding your legs apart. abby’s moaning is ludicrous as she lavishes you, her spit and your arousal wetting her cheeks, her hips bucking desperately into the bed. all she wants is for you to feel good, get you whining and squirming.

abby licks and dips her tongue into your clenching hole, tasting you as you leak and grunting against you when her thick finger eases in, teasingly curling and shallowly thrusting until you’re rutting up against her.

the feeling of your warm, wet gummy walls clenching around her finger has her pushing her face in deeper. breathing in your musk and whining as she humps the bed desperately at the taste of you. she lifts her head away from you with every rut of your hips now, and chuckles as you moan desperately, trying and failing to push her face into you tugging at her braid.

“oh now you’re desperate huh?” she chuckles, smacking your clit softly, rubbing quickly to soothe the sweet pain, “abby…” you groan when she suckles your clit, her tongue making small circles while she stretches you with another finger.

“what baby?” she pouts when you look down at her, brows furrowed, eyes hooded and mouth falling open when she spits on your hole, around her fingers inside you. “fucking - jesus!” you yelp and your back arches as abby pushes her fingers in the the hilt, letting you envelope her.

she’s fucking drunk on it, can’t help but whimper and curl her fingers, she’s still suckling on your clit when she takes your hand in her hair and intertwines your fingers — bringing her strong forearm down on your belly to keep you still. but the pressure, the delicious pressure she’s causing with her fingers rubbing on your gspot, her tongue circling and lapping at your clit, fuck you want to move — want to squirm and squeeze her hand, arch your back but all you do is seize with the pleasure. your mouth hanging open as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you.

abby’s moaning muffled praises the sound of your pussy squelching around her — the delicious sounds only making her fingers fuck you deeper. the vibrations of her moans going to your clit as you start to huff and whine with the way abby’s fucking you, feeling the heat in your belly creeping up and down the rest of your body until you’re cumming with a gasp, your free hand twisting at her sheets.

“oh fuck you taste so good,” abby moans coming up for air, “so good for me pretty baby,” her tongue still lapping occasionally on your clit as she removes her fingers slowly — watching you leak and going to clean you up with a groan. “just — mmh fuck,” abby moans, sucking your cunt into her mouth and smiling when you mewl, your legs tightening around her head. “one more for me yeah? one more with my mouth,” she says before delving in again. her hand still holding yours as she shakes her head from side to side, licking and suckling your clit. her tongue prodding and dipping into your soft, wet cunt.

“could cum just from eating you,” she gasps, her head going back to its rightful place between your thighs and presses her tongue flat against you, she uses her other hand to encourage your hips to move, “fuck my face baby, come on,” abby sighs, “yeah, good girl,” her moans are muffled as she flattens her tongue against you and lets you buck your hips against her face.

you hold her head still with both hands and buck against her face and her tongue is twisting so gently leaving no part of your lips untouched by her. “fuck baby, m’gonna cum again,” you groan, still coming down from your previous orgasm so sensitive as you fuck her face, gasping and yelping, your hips faltering against her face as you cum.

“okay honey let daddy take care of you yeah?” abby smiles, licking her lips and leaning over your shaking form to kiss you. you nod your head, dazed — Abby rubs her warm hands over your arms and legs, easing your shaking body.

“you’re okay baby, just let me make you feel good yeah? can i?”

“yeah, please daddy,” and “okay sweetheart just take it for me,” abby pushes her strap into you and slides in to the hilt, slow, letting you feel every inch, every ridge. she watches your face contort, moaning as she starts to move and you bite your lip, letting out a gutteral groan.

“god you look so pretty, so sexy taking my cock so well,” abby leans over you, pulls you close and holds you to her body as she starts to buck and snap her hips into you brutally, never letting up even when you’re scratching your nails down her back and squirming in her grip.

your girlfriend kisses your nose, your scrunched up eyes and cheeks and open mouth. your eyes roll back at the intimate kisses “daddy,” you whine and abby cooes in your ear —

“yeah baby?” “please,” you gasp,

“my sweet girl. you can have anything you like you know that yeah? tell me baby, please what?”

you whimper hiding your face in her neck “will - please fill me up,” abby can’t help herself from cumming, she’s still drunk on the taste of you and the feeling of you around her fingers and when she looks down she can see your wetness coating her strap, see the way your pulling her in.

“fuck, honey — god you make me feel good. so perfect, you’re so perfect for me,” her hips bucking and snapping irregularly as she bites down onto your shoulder. “fuck okay,” she recovers, her hips never stop moving. “gonna fuck you full of my cum,” she grunts, hauling a leg over her shoulder. “get you nice and full of me,” her hips snap harder “put a fucking baby in you, you want that yeah? want my cum that bad huh?”

you’re nodding your head vigorously, and abby uses the leg on her shoulder to turn you onto your side, pressing in deep and hard so you can feel her starting to leak into you.

“yes! yes please give me — want your cum, please” you whine and abby wants to choke you out, have you lightheaded and eyes dazed as she fills you up, and as if you can read her mind — you bring her hand up to your neck and press her fingers down on either side. “god, you’re incredible honey you have no idea,”she places a hand on your ass to steady herself as she chokes you, loving the sounds of your whines and moans and broken whimpers. when she starts rubbing your clit you can’t hold it. immediately you’re squirting onto her and

“jesus christ!” abby groans grinding against you so you’re full of her cum <3

keep forgetting tags I’m sorry I’m a high hoe 😭☝🏼🤭😘 @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz

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ohmanareyoucereal69 · 2 days

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girlrotterr · 2 days

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But I'm a Lesbian! pt.5

ellie x abby x dina x fem!reader a/n: omgg!! I am back angels!! This chapter took me wayy longer than it should have...sorry my lovelies!! (- ‸ - )

→ Part one! → Part two! → Part three! → Part four!

The darkness enveloped the four of you as you crept towards the main building, where the director's office was. Abby, taking the lead, signaled for the rest of you to follow.

"Hurry your ass over here," Dina whispered harshly as she motioned for Ellie to pick up the pace.

Ellie, walking slower than the rest due to the pain in her ass, gritted her teeth in frustration. "I'm fucking trying!" she snapped back at Dina in a hushed tone.

The four of you reached the window of the director's office. The dim moonlight illuminated the glass pane, casting shadows across the room. Abby motioned for everyone to crouch down, keeping out of sight. The building was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of crickets chirping in the distance.

"Alright," she whispered, "We need to be quick and quiet. Once we're inside, find our stuff and…maybee grab anything else that looks fun."

Dina nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I’ve been eyeing this statue the director has.." she whispered back, her heart pumping with thrill.

Ellie's brows furrowed in concern. "We can't just steal," she protested, "If we get caught, we'll be in even bigger-."

Dina let out an exaggerated groan, rolling her eyes. "Booo!" she exclaimed, throwing her thumbs down in disappointment.

Abby joined in, nudging Ellie gently. "Come on, El's," she urged. "One little souvenir won't hurt."

"Exactly," you chimed in, "If you’re going to risk it all to get those damn finger condoms, you might as well make it worth a while."

Ellie sighed, feeling outnumbered, “I hate it here.”

Abby turned back to the window, her fingers reaching out to test the latch. With a silent click, the window slid open. She gestured for everyone to follow her lead as she slipped inside, her movements swift.

One by one, you each climbed through the window, careful not to make a sound.

With a grunt, Ellie retrieved her lighter, flicking it on to provide more light. The warm glow spread across the room.

As the light revealed the drawer, you all realized that it was now locked.

"Aw, shit," Ellie grumbled, scratching her head.

Dina crouched down to get a closer look, examining the lock. "Fuck, she must have put this on after she caught us," she muttered, her brows furrowed.

"It's a big-ass lock too," Abby remarked, tapping the metal with her knuckles.

"I think I can lockpick it," Dina said, her eyes lighting up.

You quickly rummaged through your hair and pulled out a bobby pin. "Here," you say, handing it to Dina.

"Ellie, give me more light," Dina instructed, yanking Ellie's arm.

Ellie adjusted her position to shine the light more directly on the drawer. The beam of light flickered across the metal surface. With more light, Dina carefully inserted the bobby pin into the lock.

As Dina focused on unlocking the drawer, Abby's curiosity led her to explore the office. Her eyes landing on a nude statue nestled in the corner.

Abby's face lit up with excitement as she approached it. It was crafted from smooth, white marble, capturing feminine beauty in detail. The woman depicted had graceful curves, her pose seductive.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Abby murmured as she reached out to touch the cool surface of the statue. With a grunt, she lifted it from its place and carried it over to where the rest of you were gathered.

Ellie's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she watched Abby's. "What the fuck are you doing?" she questioned.

Abby set the statue down in front of the group with a grin. "Woaahh, No." Dina exclaimed, "I already called dibs on it.”

"But I found it, soo it's mine," Abby argued, crossing her arms.

Dina's eyes narrowed,. "But I fucking called dibs first! That means it's mine."

Ellie groaned. "Can we get our shit back first-”

"El’s, you have no pussy to run to," Dina snapped, “Your finger bullshit can wait!”

Click-clack click-clack.

The sudden click of heels echoed, sending a jolt of panic through the four of you. Abby scrambled to pick up the statue, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to place it back in its original spot. Meanwhile, Dina, Ellie, and you hurriedly ducked behind the desk, your heartbeats pounding in your ears.

"Hurry up, Abs!" You whispered urgently, your eyes darting nervously towards the approaching sound of footsteps.

With a fumbling motion, Abby attempted to set the statue down quietly, but her nerves got the best of her, and it slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the floor with a loud thud. The noise echoed in the silent room, causing all four of you to freeze in fear.

"Ohhh fuckk…" Abby groaned under her breath, her eyes widening.

The sound of approaching footsteps quickened, the clicking of heels grew louder and more urgent.

Abby's heart raced as she frantically tried to pick up the fallen statue, her hands trembling with nervousness. But her efforts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the nurse standing at the doorway, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Anderson?" the nurse asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

Abby's mind raced, "Oh, uh, hey," she stammered, attempting to act nonchalant but failing miserably.

The nurse's gaze shifted from Abby to the statue on the floor, her confusion deepening. "What're you doing?" she questioned, stepping closer to get a better look.

Abby's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately tried to think of a convincing response. "Um, I-I was just looking...for..uh.." she trailed off.

The nurse made a move to enter the room, but Abby quickly stepped in her way, blocking her path. "Um, you! Yeah, I-I was looking for.. uh you," she blurted out, her words coming out in a rushed and jumbled mess.

The nurse raised an eyebrow at Abby's explanation. "You were looking for me... in the director's office?" Her tone suspicious.

Abby felt a bead of sweat form on her brow as she realized the nurse wasn't buying her story. "Fuck um..." she muttered under her breath.

The nurse attempted to step past Abby once more, but Abby instinctively moved to block her again. "What is going on with you?"

Abby's mind raced as she struggled to come up with a response. "Nothing, it's nothing," she insisted, her voice tinged with nervousness. "Just... Can you go?"

The nurse's patience was thin, "What the fuck are you hiding?!" she demanded.

A sudden sneeze echoed through the room, the nurse's suspicion escalated to a new level. Her eyes narrowed with accusation. "Are you screwing someone!?" she snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief.

Abby's heart raced but before she could respond, the nurse pushed past her, flicking on the light switch. "No, no, no!" Abby protested, reaching out in an attempt to stop her.

But it was too late. The nurse stood at the desk, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of the three of you hidden behind it.

Dina's nervous wave only seemed to intensify the nurse's shock. She took a step back, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You were screwing THREE OF THEM!?!" she exclaimed.

The three of you scrambled to your feet, "I would fucking never.” Ellie snapped , rubbing her sore ass from sitting on the floor for so long.

Abby attempted to grab the nurse's hand,. "It's not what you think-"

But the nurse shook off Abby's grasp. She quickly made her way to the doorway, trying to exit the room, but Abby cut her off, still trying to reason with her. "Please, just let me explain-"

"I'm reporting all of you!" the nurse declared firmly.

"Fuck, you can't-" Abby began, but her words were cut off by a sudden thud. The nurse's grip on the doorframe loosened, and she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

"Oh my fucking god!" Ellie jolted, her eyes wide with alarm.

You swung a heavy book at the nurse, hitting her in the head. The three girls turned to look at you, their expressions shocked.

"What?!" you exclaimed defensively. "She was going to snitch!"

"Shit!" Abby cursed, dropping to her knees beside the unconscious nurse.

"We have to hide her!" Dina urged, scanning the room for a suitable hiding spot.

Ellie glanced at the clock, her heart racing with anxiety. "Guys, we need to fucking hurry! The director will do her checkup rounds soon!"

"Fuck!" Abby grumbled, frustration in her tone. "Okay, change of plans.”

The three of you turned to look at Abby, "Me and Dina will hide the nurse and get our belongings," she instructed. She then turned to Ellie and you. “You two will have to start the fire."

"You're seriously pairing me up with sore booty?!" you groaned.

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bunniehrtz · 3 days

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Reader laughing when she sees Abby having trouble fixing their babygirl's curly hair

cutie patooties

“oh my- i can hear you laughing, baby. keep schtum,” abby says, attempting to bunch ivy’s crazy curly hair into a ponytail. ivy tries to hide her laugh behind her hands, and you try to hide yours. you’re leaning against the doorframe, secretly watching them both. abby bunches her hair at the top of her head, a pink hair tie with a bow on the side. she pulls ivy’s hair through, smiling proudly at her ponytail.

“mama!” ivy frowns, turning around to show abby the whole front of her hair crazily displayed on her forehead. you scoff, immediately smacking your hand over your mouth.

“oh god- how long have you been stood there?” abby asks, hiding her blushing face in her hands.

“long enough,” you giggle, walking over to gently pull the hair tie from ivy’s poor hair. you tie it up so quickly, it looks perfect. you hear abby sigh, crossing her arms at her chest. ivy turns around to press a kiss to your’s and then abby’s cheek.

“thank you, mama,” she smiles, running off into her bedroom to play.

“i could’ve done that,” abby pouts.

“oh, i’m sure, baby.”

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sacrificialdaughterr · 2 days

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i love the way you write abby omg 💌 may i request fluffy smut w/ abby?

a/n | thank you so much!!<3 she is the baby girliest of them all i'm glad im doing her justice lol (also sorry this took so long my motivation to do anything is crazy rn) ((also also! sorry if this sucked smut is Not my strong suit))

tags | abby x reader, fluff, smut, r!receiving, fingering, body worship, abby takes her sweet time (aka i yap so much)

The warmth that encapsulated you felt almost otherworldly, like something meticulously picked from the magical depths of a fairytale, bestowed upon you with the utmost care. Beneath you, bedsheets crinkled with the impact of your body- the same body wracked with goosebumps that prickled along the surface of your skin, a shiver running down your spine in the wake of every single kiss pressed tenderly against the crook of your neck by the girl that lay behind you.

The unmistakable sound of an inhale graced your hearing, a soft groan following suit as Abby soaked in the addictiveness of your scent; body wash and perfume mixing in a way that had her seeing stars behind the blackness of her closed eyelids; a string of constellations that morphed into you, showcasing all the little imperfections of yourself she was absolutely obsessed with, wanted to worship on her hands and knees as if you were her god.

"Fuck..” She all but whimpered in your ear, voice muffled against your skin as she refused to pull away. Her strong arms tightened around you almost protectively as she pulled you closer, bodies puzzling together as if you were made for each other. “You smell so good, angel.. What is that?”

“Peach..” You mumbled dumbly in response, brain already filled with a fuzziness that made it hard to form a single coherent thought, let alone string together a response to Abby's soft-spoken words.

Abby chuckled lowly, and you felt her smile against you; lips curling into something of satisfaction, cockiness igniting her ego until it was a raging wildfire that burned with untameable force. "Gotta give me more than that, silly girl.." She drawled, the twang to her voice sending a ripple of feelings throughout your body, all finding a home deep within your core. "Gotta know what it's called so I can go out and buy you the whole stock. Need my girl smellin' like this always.." She finished with another deep inhale, another expletive tumbling carelessly from her lips.

You merely whined in response, body pressing back into hers as you searched for something to cure the insatiable need you held inside of you- one that had you almost possessed, hypnotized by your own longing to feel Abby everywhere. "Abs.." You mumbled, impatience etched in your tone as you fought off the urge to put your own hands to good use and take care of your need yourself.

"I know.. So impatient, huh?" She took the time to tease, tone laced with her usual sarcasm you didn't know whether you hated or loved. She palmed at your body as she spoke, calloused work hands groping at the plushness of your skin with something that bordered on the line of a crazed state of obsession. Tugging at your hips, she pulled you back into her; ass connected to pelvis as her right hand disappeared under the fabric of your shirt- her shirt, the loose fabric framing your body just right that made it your preferred choice of sleepwear. "Just lemme make you feel good, yeah? Gotta make you feel good, princess.."

Your breath hitched when the warmth of her hand brushed against your nipple, chest dipping in on itself as the pad of her thumb circled softly against the pebbled bud. Shallow huffs of air caught in your throat each time you inhaled, exhaling as uneven gasps you almost had to physically force out. You trembled, always overwhelmed by Abby's touch in a way that was almost detrimental to yourself; crumbling like an ancient building at the slightest brush of her fingers, sometimes at an accidental bump of her shoulder against yours.

Of course, Abby noticed how you trembled against her. How could she miss it? She had grown so accustomed to it, she almost looked for it. "You're shakin', baby," She cooed, warm breath caressing the shell of your ear with a tenderness that added fuel to the fire that burned within you.

"Touch me.." You breathed out, voice downright pathetic. You couldn't help but beg for her, intoxicated by the feeling of her merely caressing your breast that you needed more, craved it as much as you craved the oxygen you breathed.

She hummed softly, almost as if she were going over the pros and cons of your words in her head, her hand mindlessly brushing down your stomach, fingers dancing across your skin as if you were the pages Abby carefully thumbed through of one of her beloved books. Sliding her hand between your thighs, she tenderly spread you apart; knee bent, foot pressed against the side of your opposite knee, never once leaving the snuggly position you had been in for almost the entire night; your back to Abby's chest.

"You're soaked, baby.." She quipped the moment her fingers brushed against the fabric of your panties, the essence of your arousal sticking to the pads of her middle and ring. She nuzzled her nose into the soft strands of hair by your ear, words purring against you, sending a brand new wave of shivers down your spine. "Need me that bad?"

You hummed a soft, "mhm.." in response- the only response you seemed to be capable of giving, your mind like the static that buzzed black and white on an old tv screen. Your hips gravitated toward her touch, pressing yourself into the featherlight pads of her fingers that merely ghosted your clothed clit. "Please-" You choked out, words caught beneath the lump that formed in your throat- a lump packed with everything you wanted to beg and plead for, but couldn't, too wrapped up in finding the perfect words that would weaken Abby's teasing facade, that they all seemed useless.

"Shh.. I know, angel," She cooed softly, attempting to soothe the soft, almost broken-hearted whimper that slipped from your lips when she pulled away. No longer intertwined as if you were one, after tugging you onto your back, Abby found home between your legs; bending them each at the knee. Her burly, hardworking frame loomed over you almost intimidatingly. If you didn't know Abby, didn't truly know who she was beneath the shell of her earthly body, you would have felt as such; intimidated by the woman who gazed down at you with eyes that personified a raging sea of blue.

She ran the flat of her hands along the length of your thighs; languid movements that proved successful in calming your muscles that tensed with anticipation- if only slightly. Her attention never left you, irises flickering across the expanse of your flushed face, a soft smirk pulling at the corner of her rosy lips as she proudly admired what she could do to you, almost without doing a single thing. "Look so pretty like this, baby," She murmured as her hands stilled, fingers hooking under the elastic of your underwear.

With a simple, affirming nod of your head, she carefully slid them down the entirety of your legs, almost sacred in her movements to undress you. She handled you with the utmost delicacy- your underwear, too, folding them and setting them neatly on the bedside table as if the inanimate piece of cloth held some sort of lifeform.

Hands pressing into the plush mattress by each side of your head, Abby peppered kisses along your cheeks, revelling in the soft squeaks emitted from your tranquil form. "Abs.." You drew out the first syllable almost to the point of incoherency, voice barely audible as you reached up to hug your arms around her neck, blinking up at her with pleading eyes. "I need you."

Nudging her arched nose against yours, she hummed lowly, the simplicity of her tone highlighted by the smugness that naturally lived within her. She hooked her thumb and forefinger around your chin, free hand dipping between your legs, the pad of her thumb finding and circling your clit in slow, even circles as she spoke. "Gonna stretch you out, baby.. Yeah? Wanna feel this pretty pussy wrapped around my fingers."

Abby's fingers prodded at your entrance with no further warning, her eyes locked on your features as if you were simply a figment of her imagination, something that could melt into thin air if she looked away for even a single moment. Your hands wrapped around her broad shoulders when her middle finger pressed into you, nails digging into the skin exposed by her sleeveless shirt, leaving crescent-like indents among the freckles. "Fuck.." You whimpered, eyebrows creased together as her thickset finger dragged against your gummy walls, settling for a moment to get you used to the way she felt inside of you, before her ring finger followed suit, curling into you at a relaxed pace.

"Greedy pussy's suckin' me right in.." You couldn't help but blush profusely at her words, tugging her closer to bury your face in the crook of her neck, shying away from her consuming gaze despite her being knuckle deep inside you, moulding you to the curve of her fingers as if you were designed specifically for her. "Nuh-uh, pretty. Look at me.. Look at me while I fuck you," She groaned the minute your eyes left hers, hold tightening around your chin as she tugged your pretty face back into view.

Your arousal glistened against her fingers, pussy drooling down the length of her digits as they disappeared inside you, pace only quickening as she grew hungry for the way your irises disappeared into your skull when she had you like this. She nudged at the sweet spot inside of you every time she curled her fingers, wanton moans spewing from your parted lips as something tightened inside you like a spool of thread tangled within your abdomen- it was only a matter of time before it came undone, you right along with it.

"Ab-Abby.." You all but cried, tears lining along your waterline at the sheer blissfulness that surrounded you in a fuzzy cloud of pure ecstasy.

"I know, baby. I know. You look so pretty like this. You gonna cum? Gonna cum for me?" Abby rambled, almost as if she were trying to verbalize the entirety of her thoughts in that moment, whisper sweet nothings as you fell apart on her fingers.

You nodded; head bobbing up and down as if you were weighted down by an invisible force, not in control of your own movements as your hips rocked in time with Abby's fingers. Your insides throbbed as she rolled your clit beneath her thumb, clenching around her fingers as your gaze once again locked on hers, your arousal heightened by the downright animalistic obsession that sparkled within the whites of her eyes. "'M gonna cum.."

Wasn't that obvious?

"Nice and easy, baby. That's it.." She drawled, fingers scissoring into you as she worked you through the orgasm that rippled throughout your body with a suddenness that had you crying out, back arching off the mattress as your thighs trembled in oversensitivity.

Your body fell slack against the bed, a thin sheen of sweat blanketing your skin as your chest heaved, breath shallow as you, with your arms still wrapped around Abby's shoulders, clung to her as if your very life depended on it. Her fingers dragged lazily through your soaked folds, merely playing with your slick as she pressed kiss after kiss against your temple, stray hairs clinging to your flushed skin.

A beat of silence fell over the bedroom, the only audible sound being the oxygen that filled your lungs unevenly.

"Can you give me another, angel?" She broke the silence with a soft murmur, her tone almost coaxing you into letting her fill you up once more, addicted to how you stretch around her fingers.

"..Yeah."

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cuntinies · 2 days

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summary: pregnant! reader gets upset at her rapid weight gain due to the pregnancy so abby wants to kiss it all better

warnings: pregnant female reader, mentions of weight and size, mentions of numbers in weight, slight angst, crying, kissing, slight proofread, abby being sweet. please lmk if i miss any.

you can't help but let out an exaggerated groan. in abbys wife pleaser and her baggy blue gingham boxer briefs, you stare at your pregnant self in the mirror in front of you. you knew you were going to gain weight when you found out that you were pregnant with your little girl, but not so soon. youre 6 months in, and your belly already stretching out your top and bottoms, making your outfits snug to your body. your chest got a bit fuller from last time, and your hips have filled up.

abby looks up from her laptop, the blue screen glowing onto her face. her reading glasses perched right on the tip of her nose and her blonde locks free from her usual braid. the shared bed faces the mirror as she looks at you through it, a confused but cutely painted look on her face.

"what's the matter?" abby asks, taking off the glasses to get a good look as to why you decided to loudly announce whatever was bothering you. she truly couldn't hold in her giggles when your patience has decreased these past weeks. this morning, you got upset while looking at the tulips abby helped plant with you (mostly just her) a couple of weeks ago, weren't growing as fast as you wanted to.

pushing your hair out of your face, you groan again. "the doctor said i gained 8 lbs since i’ve seen her but i think it's more..". your hands travel down to rub your tummy. you avoid eye contact with abby, feeling her eyes staring at your face as you look down at your baby bump. she nibbles the inside of her lip, trying to think of what to say because she doesn't like when you talk about yourself like that. "i think you look, beautiful babe."

"nuh uh. youre saying that because i’m your wife and i’m carrying our baby, so that doesn't count" you raise your voice as it starts cracking, your face feeling hot and tears start welling in your eyes. abby immediately notices the change of tone in your voice. she knew you had a hard time with changes, and the baby was a huge change for both of you. abby would of course try her best to make you feel better but there's so much she could do before you get into your head.

"c'mere," abby says, closing her laptop and setting it aside on the nightstand. you sulk over to the edge of the bed, playing with a loose thread. you feel abby playfully kick your hand. "babe, c'mere. why are you so sad?" she asks, trying to bring your attention back to her but you are just being so stubborn.

"it's just everything is happening so fast and i’m getting huge and it's scaring me and i’m just being a bad wife because all you hear me do is complain about myself," you sniff through choked sobs, finally taking a look up at her. tears slowly fall down your cheeks and some snot trickles down your nose. abby wants to laugh at how cute you look but she holds it in, giving you a little sad smile. she opens her arms invitingly, the way her black t-shirt fits so nicely on her by accentuating her biceps. you can't say no to that. you shuffle closer to her before you lay your whole weight down onto her body. she wraps her arms around you, shifting so that your back is on her chest, leaving room for you to breathe comfortably.

"first of all.." abby starts saying softly in your hair before kissing you on top of your head. "you’re not a bad wife." she places her head on top of yours, reaching her hands down onto your swole belly. you cringe, feeling how she traces the light stretch marks that litter your skin. "second of all.." another kiss but near your ear this time, "you're not huge. you're carrying our sweet girl. i don't like hearing you tell yourself that." her hands find yours, tangling into them as she holds them. you huff, not knowing what to say.

"i’m sorry.." you whisper, taking one of her hands and playing with her fingers. tracing her nail bed to her palm where you trace the lines like a little mase. abby shakes her head a bit before wrapping the same hand up on the side of your head. the way she can just manipulate you however she pleases makes you instantly melt into her palm, looking up at her. she smiles down at you, wiping the bit of mucus that was on your upper lip. she leans her head down, not caring about your tear-stained, booger face, as she places a soft but deep kiss on your lips. abby tilts her head, slightly tightening the grip she has on your head as she slips her tongue inside your mouth. you can't help but let out a soft gasp, allowing abby to take whatever. she places one last peck before licking her lips as she watches your cute disheveled face, lips glossy, softly panting and cheeks blushing.

"i don't want you to apologize for anything, ok baby?" abby says, caressing your cheek with her thumb. all you can do is nod, snuggling your head into her neck and wrapping yourself within her. she smiles, gently reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the bedside lamp. abby caresses your back until she feels your breathing regulates into a soft rhythm.

a/n: tysm for all the love these past days! idk how to end these. lmk if you all like this 🙂‍↕️ inbox is open

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abigails-gf · 2 days

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would you write something fluffy about dancing with abby in the kitchen? like you’re making breakfast, playing soft music and she wakes up and distracts you from cooking to sway to the music and be all lovey 💝

abby anderson x f!reader.

a/n: hi anon! this was so cute! this one is short, but it's so cute. i love reading and writing about everyday moments with abby. :(( i hope you like what i did with your request! by the way, i'm sorry for taking so long to answer requests. let's just say i'm in a bit of a writer's block... not so fun, but i'm trying to write for some short requests like this one to get back into it. oh, and thank you so much for the love on mama!abby. it truly means so much to me. thank you, thank you all! 🫶🏻🫧🫧

you and abby often spent saturday mornings in bed, cuddling. you woke up before her that morning, and decided to make her breakfast. it had been a while since you surprised her with something.

you turned on the radio, made yourself something to drink before opening the fridge and getting the butter and an egg out, gathering all the needed ingredients for you to bake cookies. you preheated the oven before starting to put the ingredients in the bowl. first, the butter, then the sugar, the egg— a touch of vanilla, because why not?

you continued to mix the ingredients into the bowl, humming to the various songs that played. you were about to grab the chocolate chips from the counter when abby took them, handing them to you. you looked up at her, a soft smile on her lips. her hair was down, falling on freckled shoulders. you took the small bag from her hands. she leaned down to kiss your cheek, quickly moving behind you to hug you. "good morning, baby", she whispered in your neck.

"you're awake early today, mmh?" you smiled as you felt her lips on your nape. "mhm. wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but guess not."

abby rested her head on your shoulder, opening her mouth for you to put a chocolate chip in. you ate one yourself before picking one and bringing it to her lips. "thank you, angel." she kissed your cheek.

you got away from abby's embrace, making her pout. she helped you make small balls of cookie dough, placing them on the parchment paper. you were making your own cookie ball when you caught abby eating some of the cookie dough. "abigail." she looked at you, eyes wide, fingers in her mouth. "what? s'not my fault it's so good." you chuckled and shook your head. she took some dough on her fingers from the bowl. "open."

you sucked on her index, looking into her eyes. "mhm." she grinned. "mhm? see? it's good." you nodded. she kissed your forehead. "it'll be even better when cooked."

you put the tray in the oven, closing it. abby wiped her hands before pulling you towards her, her arms around your waist. you wrapped your arms around her neck, looking at her. you two started moving around the kitchen to the rhythm of the love song playing on the radio. abby took one of your hands in hers, her other hand resting on your lower back. you two smiled at each other, lost in each other's eyes.

you leaned in, softly kissing abby's lips. she returned the kiss, holding you closer to her. she kissed your neck, biting a little. "abs, stop." you chuckled, feeling her tongue on your skin. "what? not doin' anything."

she traced her lips up your jaw until your lips; she kissed you passionately this time. one of her hands went under your t-shirt while the other got dangerously close to your butt. you cupped her face, smiling against her lips when you heard her moan a little into the kiss. at this point, you two weren't dancing anymore; you were just making out in your kitchen, standing, pressed against each other.

a smell caught your attention — "oh, fuck!" you let out, pulling away from your girlfriend, walking to the oven. you had forgotten to set a timer. you quickly turned off the oven, opening its door. the smell of burnt cookies filled the room. "no..." you put on a glove and took the tray out of the oven, putting it on the counter for abby to see.

all the cookie dough balls you had made were now just black little pieces. abby looked at you. "i'm sorry, baby. sorry", she said, kissed your head, wrapping her arms around you. "i wanted to make you breakfast and it backfired. i'm so sorry, abs."

abby smiled softly before picking up a small piece of what was supposed to be a cookie. you barely had time to speak before she ate it. "abby, no. come on, it's disgusting." she shook her head. "no, it's not." she grimaced a little as she swallowed. "okay, yes. it is. but it's not your fault, angel."

"how about this: we get dressed and go have breakfast downtown? and we'll make cookies this afternoon? i'll make sure not to distract you and be focused", she proposed. "sounds good."

you gave her a small peck on the lips. "alright. i'm gonna go shower, wanna come?" she smirked.

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iiseor · 11 hours

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puppy | E.W

first time writing full smut . . so be gracious pls. i don't rmb ib . . so tag if u do lol — cw: sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fem reader, both afab, sex (duh), slight dacryphilia, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, scissoring, cum eating, dom!reader, lol lol okay . . think thats all 🐈‍⬛ UNEDITED so ignore errors ty

"I need her so bad.” you say as you drag a cigarette between your lips, digging through your pockets in search of a lighter. The evening was loud, you and Dina has stepped out of the house to break from the over crowded party — the whether damp and gloomy making it look like midnight already. You groaned as dina took the cigarette out of your mouth, lighting it as she grew impatient waiting for you to finish digging through your pockets. "Did you even hear me?" You scoffed standing up to grab the now lit cigarette from her hands. Dina rolled her eyes at you, slightly laughing at what she thought, was your stupidity. "Shes to innocent for you babe" she replied after blowing out the smoke. "Yea? I'm sure nobody's that innocent. ." You replied taking another inhale from the cigarette. “You remember when i had to tutor her on sex ed?!" Dina laughed louder though her words, you scoff “that means nothing, maybe she needed help finding-" Dina cut you off with an even louder laugh, you rolled your eyes once again and shoved past her — stomping on the cigarette as you walked back into the house.

It was your sophomore year of college, at first — you were dreading moving back into your dorm the moment you found out you would have to move into a double this semester. Lucky for you, that all changed the moment you realize who your roomate was. Ellie. . the girl you've been practically obsessed with for as long as you can remember. God was she a fucking loser—but you loved it. The way she subtly watched you in admiration thinking you never noticed, the way she'd follow you around like a lost puppy whenever you hanged out in large groups . . She was an addiction to you — and you needed more. With her bed right across from yours, your mind spiraled with the ideas of her every time the sun set. When you finally fell asleep, all you could dream about was the way she’d sound underneath your grip . . fuck it killed you. You knew ellie was inexperienced, definitely not innocent like dina described it . . but she had never been with a girl the way you had been with a girl — you hated it, but we're also obsessed with the idea of being her first full body.

standing in front of the door to your dorm, Dina scoffed before you turned around to face her. "Suddenly you're nervous?" She questioned looking at you with an attitude, "I'm not . . fuck off dina" you responded. It was midnight now, actually midnight, and the two of you finally made it back to campus. Clothes drenched by the sudden storm — you turned away from the black haired girl and pulled out your dorm key. "I'll be praying for you, but i still don't think you have a chance!" Dina said, walking off before you could respond. You sighed heavily leaning your head back before you fully unlocked the door walked inside shaking your head. You hang up your soaked jacket and lift off your T-shirt leaving a tank top underneath. Throwing the wet t-shirt into your laundry hamper, you're caught off gaurd by the sounds of groans.

"Els?" You question walking into kitchen, making her jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you . . But you're really loud" you laughed. Ellie sighs through a laugh and turns back to her papers placing her pencil down on the counter. You walked closer to her, studying her expressions in an attempt to read her feelings. Watching her for a few moments in silence, you view her furrowed eyebrows as she chews on the eraser of her pencil. Moving even closer to lean over her shoulder, your breathe against her skin catches her off gaurd. "Need any help?" You question, slightly dragging your fingers up and down her exposed arms. Ellie smiled to herself before responding, "like you could help me" she scoffed sarcastically and you frowned "what is that supposed to mean?" You questioned, and ellie turned around to face you, you — backing up slightly so your eyes could meet once she's adjusted in her chair. "I just mean . . you know, I'm smart. . It's okay" her words made you laugh, "oh I know you're smart baby, but you look so stressed" you said patting her head, nearly petting her as she blushed at your response. "so pathetic" you thought in your head, your

teasing was ever so slightly, yet just enough to make her a re mess. Standing just above her, Ellie's eyes uncontrollably meet your chest — staring for a moment before she catches herself and looks away. You giggle as you watch her, causing sudden embarrassment to flush over her. "My eyes are up here" you said lifting her chin to face you, "i wasn-" Ellie's voice was shaky as she met your eyes again — nearly trembling over how close you two were. "I'm sorry" she barely gets out through a voice crack. You bite your lips hiding a smile as you look down at her, caressing her cheeks with your thumb. You hummed, pulling your body on top of hers in a straddle position—ellie's body slightly shocked by the sudden contact. "Look at me" you said as she tried to look in any other direction, before obeying your words and looking up at you. "have you done this before?" you questioned her remaining eye contact, your softer now — somewhat soothing her firing anxiety. Ellie shook her head, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. You chuckled, still soothing her cheeks with free hand — the other one caressing her thigh. "Have you thought about it?" You asked her bluntly, your voice just barely above a whisper as your faces were now closer than ever — lips Barry just brushing over eachother as ellie did nothing but whine in response. "use ur words baby . ." You responded, using your free hand to grab her jaw, forcing eye contact. "Yes" she stuttered through her response and you smirked, her breathe heavily filling the room already. "Tell me then . . . have you thought about?" You whispered again, eyes now on her lips.

"you . . I've thought about you" she blurted out, your eyes dragging up from her lips and onto hers. those words was all it took for you to pull her up, making her stand with you as you dragged her over to the living room and onto the couch. obediently, she sits down on the cushions as you tower over her — watching her fidget in her seat before you move to straddle her again. holding her chin with your hand, you pull her lips into yours aggressively — guiding her hands onto your waist. Ellie grips your sides as you slightly grind yourself against her — the small friction sending her into a trance. struggling to focus on your lips, distracted by her desperate attempts to feel you — you pull away from the kiss giving her a moment to breathe. "What do you want me to do?” you whisper, your breathe brushing her lips. Ellie whines and you grip her chin harder, "use your words . ." You add onto your words, causing her to whine again and choke out a response. "please . . touch me" she says softly — you smiling at her words.

pushing her down onto the couch, your mouth is on her lips again — even more aggressive then before, and Ellie wines as you make your way down her body. Dragging down her bottoms, you gently brush your hand over her boxers — ellies breath growing heavier with every touch. slowly enough to make her whine, you pull down hee boxers and push your hand up her body before dragging it back down. "

“You’re so pretty” You whisper, ellies eyes fluttering as her face grew red. "has anyone else ever seen you like this?" you questioned with your hand caressing her thigh again, your eyes watching it before you move them to look at her. ellie shakes her head before letting out a quiet "no", her response making you smile as you dragged your hand from her thigh onto her cunt, a moan escaping her lips in response to the sudden pleasure. Her desperation has you over the edge. She's a mess as you continue to rub her clit before bring your mouth down. your tongue gently moving up and down causes desperate 'pleases' to escape her mouth. Looking up at her with your head still between her legs, you move your down to her entrance. Without warning, you push two fingers into her cunt slowly — the suddenness causing a loud "fuck" to come out of her mouth.

"so perfect" you whine out, leaning down to latch your mouth into her clot — sucking onto it as you speed up your pace. fingers pumping in and out of her, ellies moans filled your ears — causing your own pleasure to form below. "f-feels so good. ." She whines out, her voice breaking as she attempts to hide her moans. Her words spark something within your body, making you increase your pace — the wetness between your mouth still sucking on her clit, and the juices spilling from ber cunt, causing you to moan into her. "I'm gonna-" she attempts to speak but cuts herself off with another loud moan.

"Not yet baby . . wanna hear you" you breathe out louder than before, removing your mouth for a slight moment to speak before pushing yourself back into her. she was an addiction, her sweet taste making it nearly impossible for you to stop. Tears spilled from ellies eyes as she attempted to obey your commands, grinding her hips into your face and fingers — she was entirely overwhelmed. "p-please, please let me cum.” She cries, her new tone causing you to smile to yourself.

Removing your mouth from her, your fingers still at a steady pace, you lean over her and use your free hand to grab her face harshly. "Say it again" you instructed her, her eyes still filled with tears as she practically yelled out her response. "Please- please mommy, please I need it.” Her words sending electricity throughout your body and you grow needy. With your own wet spot grown on your shorts, you remove your fingers from inside her causing her to whine loudly. Moving the fabric aside, you push your body onto hers. Careful not to waste time, you alone your clit with hers — holding her body down just enough for you to aggressively grind against her. The two of you moaning loud enough for whoever might be walking by the rooms to hear, shamelessly shes yelling your name as you fuck her ruthlessly. "it's . . Too much please, please y/n" she whimpered out, you aggressively pushing yourself down onto her harder, "take it baby . . you're doing so good. ." You responded, your tone sympathetic to her cries. ellie attempts to grind herself against you, desperate to put work in. "I need to cum, please let me cum, it- y-you f-feel so fucking good" she cries out louder than ever and you can feel your own release coming on with every grind against her soaking clit. "Cum with me baby . . . cum with mommy" you ordered in a husky tone, your voice alone being enough for her orgasm to come over her.

Before she could come down from her climax, you lifted yourself off of her — a string of your releases trailing off of your clit as you shifted your body down once again, pushing your mouth into her cum filled cunt. Ellie whimpered as you took her in, savouring her taste and sucking on her ever so slightly — being cautious of her sensitivity. Releasing your mouth from her body, you looked up at her — her hair a mess and her eyes still watery as she attempted to catch her breathe. You began kissing up her body until you reached her face, caressing her body up and down gently, she did the same with what strength she had left in her. "such a good girl" you whispered out, your eyes meeting her reddened face causing you to smile. "mmmm . ." You moaned into her lips as you pulled her in for a more gentle and passionate kiss.

"you did so good baby" you said barely moved away from her lips, "so so good" you added on, caressing her blushed face as her eyes — still dampened from her heavy tears, fluttered tiredly in response to your praises.

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atyourmerci · 7 hours

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I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

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