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"Abby’d found a new dependency fixed right between your intoxicatingly warm thighs, and there wasn’t a thing that could keep her away from her new goal."

Reader hooks up with a handsome young woman. (BottomLeaningSwitch!Abby x Switch!Reader)

18+ MDNI!

CW for drinking, tipsy sex

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My first fic on here and ao3 (@ panseypusher )!! Any feedback would be so completely appreciated. Enjoy~

wc: 3k

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Friday: 7:36pm

You’re only now getting home. God, it was such a long day, the type of day where not a single thing went right.

Things you didn’t even know could go wrong spiraled wildly into the territory of worse.

By the time you get through the door of your apartment, it’s already past 7:30. 

The only good thing going for you right now was knowing you had a date tonight. Or at least, you were set on getting one. 

And maybe, if you got lucky, it would turn into something to take the stress of the day away. 

You begin your usual routine. Slouched down deep in your couch, taking off the shirt of your uniform, wine in hand, ceiling fan on, dating apps on deck. 

Trina… left.

Jenavive? Left…

Beth?.. Beth has potential…

Typically, the dates didn't go anywhere. And in-fact, if you were being honest with yourself, Typically, a few back-and-forth texts were exactly how far you got before one of you got bored or fell asleep. Really it was the engagement with a stranger that was exciting enough to get you through the night.

“Ok, Bethany…”

You start scrolling through her profile. The typical sights; concert pictures, group photos, a mirror selfie, aaand… there it is. A picture with her cuddled up next to a man that is way too old for her. You scroll down to check her caption, already having the text memorized:

“Looking for our unicorn in this dull town, me and my hubby are looking for a third!”

Jesus Christ. Left fucking swipe.

But just as you were losing interest for the evening, there she was. 

Long dirty blonde hair, ripped on the verge of shredded, so out of your league even looking at her profile felt like a criminal offence.

Abby, 25. 

If my dogs like you, I’ll know we’re a good match

Simple bio. You typically didn’t go for the gym-rat type, and you would consider yourself more of a cat person. But Jesus, looking at her profile. To say you were intrigued would be the understatement of the century.

Right swipe.

Expecting to go right back to scrolling, you were startled by the sudden lag on your phone.

And then it happened.

Green bubbled over your screen and a giant  “It’s a Match!” on the screen reflected brightly onto your face.

You can't even deny your jaw dropped a little. You tapped the messenger button to reveal the empty conversation. Then stalled.

Matching with the hot women was the easy part. It was a game, really. 

Swipe, swipe, swipe. 

Swipe until your fingers cramped.

Swipe until your eyes get blurry from the lack of blinking.

Swipe until your face goes numb from a glass of wine and your patience runs thin.

But a conversation? An opener? That’s when you blanked.

Fuck it. You polish off your glass and are about to type some shitty one liner when a message appears in the empty conversation.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

— — —

Friday: 9:12pm

You got to the bar way too early. Maybe you were feeling eager or, maybe you just had nothing better to do. You were wearing a flowy, almost “boho” style skirt, and a too-big band tee that toned down the pleasant distraction of the size of your hips.

“Why’d I pick this place?” you asked yourself. 

It was an old dive bar you spent the better half of weekends at during your college years. It was dark, intimate, and had that iconic shitty dive bar smell. Not overtly sexy by any means. 

You were already polishing off your first drink... This was also part of the routine. A shitty bar, a drink before your suitor arrived, your hair big and your makeup made expertly messy by a steady hand.

You sat at the bar, looking at the neon lights that backlit the bartender that tending to the new regulars. Before getting lost in the nostalgia of it all, you hear the squeak of the door over the loud music playing.

You turned to the sound, and there stood Abby.

She was a spectacle. Tall, a loose fitting white shirt and a pair of well-fitting grey jeans fastened to her waist with a sturdy back leather belt. Her hair long, wavy, draped over her shoulders deliciously.

You watched her scan the bar, but not hesitantly. She stepped in with confidence, analyzing the room until she locked eyes with you, and then she smiled.

She quickened her pace to meet you at the bar, a half hug coupled with a kiss on the cheek put you instantly at ease at this place. Her hand moves from the middle of your back to your upper arm as she looks down at you with an enthusiastic smile 

“Uhm, you look amazing.. It’s great to meet you” she says, instantly giving you butterflies. “So do you” you say, almost too casually, trying to play it cool. 

She looks down at your empty drink and flags down the bartender, her hand still held on your arm “Could I get a whiskey sour and a…” she pauses and looks back down at you. you ask for a rum and coke and Abby finally sits down on the barstool next to you, her knees spread a little and facing towards your seat, and this is the first time you can take a full breath since you’ve arrived.

Your order gets set down,

You drink.

You talk.

You talk a lot.

The talking is so easy and it only gets easier by the time your next drink arrives. The buzz has you rambling so much you almost don’t realize her knee inching between yours, permitting to let them touch. Her hand had moved to your thigh, thumb moving in a casual, repetitive pattern along the soft fabric of your skirt. She must have noticed the brief pause in conversation because she looked at you with a hesitance 

“‘S this okay?” she asked.

“Totally okay.” You reply as you relax into the touch of her with the knowing relief that the two of you were so fucking on.

Things moved quickly from there. Abby asks for the check, her big hand squeezing ever slightly higher up your thigh as her card is returned to her, fingers grazing to a place that felt dangerous.

“My place” She stated with complete urgency. You grab your bag and as you get up, she wraps her hand around your waist with a grip that shoots daggers down your legs. Escorting you to her sedan, she goes to open the passenger door for you but not before pushing you against the side of the vehicle. Her hips pressed right against yours as she fits her hand at the base of your neck and kisses you, hard. 

Your neediness is matching hers and her kisses are desperate. She wants you, bad, and yet somehow she has the confidence to show you she knew exactly what she was doing.

Both of you struggle to pull away from the other, but she opens the door for you and tells you to watch your head before closing it.

The ride to her place is mostly silent besides a rock station playing quietly from within her clean car. Her hand moving just under your skirt to go right back where it belongs, fingers sneaking to that dangerous place between the middle of your thigh. She cannot get enough of you. Her grip tight and motion repetitive as she methodically grabs the soft flesh of your leg.

Her townhome was brick. Colonial, maybe. And you’re pulled through her front door before you can pick up another detail. 

Getting kissed again against the wall of her entryway almost immediately made you feel drunk on more than just the drink from the bar. You move your hand to her waist and feel the toned flesh beneath her shirt. 

Her hand moves up from your waist, cupping your breast before moving to your neck.

She’s not choking you, just holding you where she wants you to be. And her kisses move desperately from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, to your jaw, until she’s kissing your neck, sucking on tender skin, and you quickly decide you don’t care if there’s marks to show for it in the morning.

You let out a little yelp that melts into a very short moan, and Abby exhales a breath into the skin of your neck “You gonna make some pretty noises for me?” She asks, and you nod, your grip tightening on the fabric of her t-shirt. 

And then, all at once, there’s a separation between you again, and it gives you a second to look at her place. It’s clean, but there’s piles of mail. Shoes kicked off at the entry table, and to your surprise, three wagging tails sniffing at your feet.

“Oh, this is Ranger, Buckley, and Alice.”

You crouch down to let them sniff your hand, feeling you’ve already tainted this place before they got the chance to meet you. 

“Yeah, I knew they’d like you..”

“C’mere” she says, walking you to her bedroom down a hallway and closing the door behind you.

Her room was cool in temperature, illuminated by well placed accent lighting. She guides you to the end of her bed and she looks at you, eyes focused “sit”.

And you follow her orders, resting on the very edge of her cool mattress, peering up at her with big eyes. Her hand scoops at your chin, thumb moving to trace your bottom lip, her other hand running through your hair in gentle fistfulls.

Her mouth parts ever so slightly, still straight-faced, and you instinctively part your lips, allowing the tip of her thumb to gently pull its way in. She nods her chin up slowly, “That’s a good girl…” she utters, barely above a whisper.

You look up at her, and gently tug on the collar of her t-shirt to pull her down to you, and her thumb is replaced with her lips as you give her a gentle, breathy kiss.

The denim of her jeans wisp the fabric covering your knees, and that preview of your legs touching makes it impossible for you not to notice how wet you are. 

You move your hand to her hip, feeling the leather of her belt, and she removes the hand from your mouth to unbuckle it, keeping it open, but moving her hips further inwards towards your face to gesture what she needs. You lean in, helping her remove her pants and leaving a pair of black boyshorts filling your line of sight.

The hand she has in your hair gently guides you as your mouth moves towards her clothed cunt. Your tongue dips between her thighs to make firm contact with the fabric of her underwear, and the rich smell of sweat and woman gives you a high like no other. Abby’s head tilts back as she releases a deep, needy groan. Despite the layer of fabric between you and her, the pressure of your mouth on her immediately began tending to the deep ache she had between her thighs.

You kiss her warmth, needily, before helping her pull the briefs to her knees. Abby sucks a breath in through her teeth as you run a hand along the side of her now bare hips, a damp wet in the middle.

You stare up at her, and you can see her need as you slowly move toward her warmth, beginning a slow line between her legs with your tongue. Abby shutters from your touch, her head leaning back with a deep sigh.

You quicken your pace, methodically tonguing at her, and she uses her hand to push you further in with a moan.

Seconds later, she’s pushing you back onto the bed effortlessly, with hunger in her eyes.

“You gonna let me treat you tonight?”

You sit up on your elbows with a nod of your head, and she helps you lift off your shirt to reveal your braless chest.

Abby leans you back onto the bed and straddles you, leading kisses down from your collar bone, before stopping above your chest.

Slowly, painstakingly, abby hovers above your right breast, before placing a soft kiss on your hard nipple, and using the tip of her tongue to tease at it. You moan and the breath that falls onto your skin gives you bumps as she uses her free hand to cup your other breast, pinching the sensitive nub.

Abby tongues at your nipple, she tongues to the point of overstimulation, and tongues a little more until you begin to squirm beneath her.

“Come on, baby. You can't give up just yet”.

She uses her knee to push your legs apart,your skirt falling above your knees, and moves both of her legs between your own. She leans in to kiss you again, harder than all the times before. You reach up to put your hands on either sides of her head and abby grabs your wrists, pinning them down on her bed. 

You start feeling yourselves through the motions. You raise your hips up to meet her, he pushes her hips back down into you. A joyous warmth growing between the both of you as you kiss and bite and moan into each other's mouths. Abby, growing hungrier, thrusts her hips harder into your center. Once, then twice, firmer, more assertively, like she was begging to be in you, a part of you; and you have to separate your mouth from hers to vocalize “hhuhhn fuck, abby…”

“Mmm you’re so pretty I–I wanna taste all of you, baby…” Abby pleads, sounding more desperate than confident now. You feel her grip on your wrists loosen, and you use the opportunity to push back the soft waves from her face, taking her in, then gently pushing her head downwards, and she gets the idea.

Abby lifts herself up just slightly, and begins to lift your skirt up inch by inch. She looks at you for a nod of approval; you, of course, nod.

Once she has your skirt raised above your hips, she begins planting kisses. Soft ones, orbiting the bit of tummy that sits below your waistband. Needier ones, that begin at the very top of your inner thigh, and breathy, hungry ones as she makes contact with your pubis, linking her fingers at the waistband of your underwear. She pulls them down without any further permission, and is unstoppable in her desire. She exhales with a hitch in her breath, and the breeze gives you chills. Without a second's notice, she's mouthing at you. Taking long, hungry laps at your already soaking wet folds.

Abby’d found a new dependency fixed right between your intoxicatingly warm thighs, and there wasn’t a thing that could keep her away from her new goal.

Your head spun with content, your hand grasped a fistfull of abby’s thick hair and you tightened your grip with every lick she so graciously provided. With every tug of her hair came a quiet whimper from your date. Abby’s tongue swirled expertly around your clit, and you could already feel desire making a fool out of you. Abby took a deep breath in and slid her tongue down to your opening, slowly taking her time to insert herself within you. Alongside the new sensation came a deep, sincere moan from you, your head falling back onto the pillow below you as abby began a rhythmic pace, fucking you with her tongue.

“Abby, you feel so good. I need more. Fuck–”. 

Abby obliges.

Snaking a hand up your thigh, and pausing to grab at the soft flesh beneath her warm hands, Abby goes back to her earlier routine, but gentler. Licking softly at your bud, as she slowly and firmly presses a thumb at your pubic bone to the right of your aching entrance. The feeling relaxes your body in warm ecstasy, and Abby toys with your opening with two of her strong fingers.

After a moment, she delves into you, moving her fingers at a steady pace, her tongue matching the gentle ebb and flow of your body’s needs. 

You feel the pit in the lower part of your belly rising, and Abby can tell by your eager noises things are coming to a head. 

“Abby, fuck–I’m close. Fuck do not stop—...”

Your pleasure helps feed Abby’s love of this new form of worship, and it makes her purr a vibrating moan, reaping pleasure directly into your throbbing cunt.

“Please cum for me..” Abby coos, shyly above a whisper.

“Please, please cum for me…” she begs between kisses to your wetness. Needing this with every inch of her body, just as much as you do yours. “Mm” with a kiss “I want you to come for me so bad, baby please.”

And with the last of her pleas, you release. Waves of heat radiate through your whole body, and your hips raise subconsciously into the touch of the strong girl you’d only met a few hours ago. 

Your head spins with pleasure and delight and the total unexpectedness of what this evening came to offer. “Holy shit, Abby…” is all you can muster. And Abby takes a careful moment to remove herself from you, placing one more kiss to your center before she sits back on her knees, breathless and wiping her mouth of your juices onto her ridiculously toned arm, nothing on but her shirt. She looks at you doe eyed, a completely softened version of the woman you met at the bar earlier this evening.

“Was I good? I–..did I feel good?”

It was a ridiculous question, and in your overly sensitive state you laugh a little before sitting up and grabbing her arm to come lay next to you. You turn to your side to lay your head on her chest, your leg hooking around hers to meet her cunt at your knee with a nudge, and press a hand to her ribcage.

“Let me show you just how good you did, baby…”