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✧ Every time the two of you make out…or go farther than that, your fingers roam over his back affectionately—as a sign you now approve of his back marking that he had tried so hard to get you to like.

✧ You didn’t like the tattoo. No, you loved it. In a way, it was like a special secret the two of you shared (even though it was partially visible), and the way your fingers rub his upper back as he thrusts into you only makes him harder.

✧ One night, as a joke, you called him ‘daddy,’ just to get his reaction. The end result was him pounding into you from behind as he leaned you over the marbled kitchen counter all night. But you took it like the good girl you are.

✧ Now, not only does Thanos have a hand kink (sort of), and a tattoo kink—but thanks to you, he now has a daddy kink as well. He can’t even help it! He doesn’t know why, but it makes his ego inflate.

“louis,” you hum right into his ear, body pressed into his side, in an attempt to be heard over the loud music.

his arm wraps itself effortlessly around your waist, fingers digging into your hip. louis pulls you in front of him, head leaning down to speak into your ear, “what is it, love ?”

a small shiver runs down your spine, gripping into his shirt, over his chest, pressing yourself to him. you’ve lost count of the amount of shots you’ve had at the club tonight. the quick touches, small hip grinds, and drunken buzz running through your veins, making you incredibly horny.

“wanna go have a smoke,” you hum against his ear, your hand reaching up to tangle its self in his hair, basking in the feel of louis’ breath on your neck.

“mhmm,” he nods, hands settling on your hips, leaving a soft trail of kisses on your skin, licking and sucking momentarily in the spot just under your ear, before pulling away.

louis turns you around, hands still on your hips, as he leads you through the sea of people to the back doors, ushering you through to the outside.

the back alley was completely empty. most people used the front of the building to smoke, the back always feeling a bit sketchy with the severe lack of lighting. louis preferred it though, having a quiet spot away from others. liked the privacy it offered. 

you leaned against the wall, louis pulling a joint out of his half empty cigarette pack, lighting the tip as he brings it to his lips, inhaling.

you watched him attentively, a bit of brightness coming from the almost full moon. your body was already buzzing hard from the alcohol, and the insatiable urge to jump your boyfriend’s bones, every time you drink. the weed will not be helping that at all.

you clench your thighs together, searching for any kind of relief. and louis notices. knows you well enough by now, that he absolutely expects it. 

he takes slow calculated steps in your direction, putting the joint to your lips, holding it for you as you inhale, stepping right up to you. his other hand settles on your hip, pulling your waist flush to his, eyes growing heavy, as he looks down at you.

he gives you a few puffs, eyes trained on you. your fluttering eyes, your lips around the filter, your sunken cheeks as you inhale, the puff of your chest, arch in your back so your hips are planted firm against his.

once louis decides he’s had enough waiting, he pulls the joint from your lips, keeping it tucked between his fingers, placing his hand flat against the brick wall, high up so as not to burn either of you.

with this position, he’s got you locked in, pressed between his body and the wall, his arms stretched on either side of you. your heart rate picked up significantly, louis’ forehead rested on yours, nose dragging against your own in a little dance, the anticipation absolutely killing you.

louis’ lips dip down to a tentative peck, the soft drag of his plush bottom lip peeling you off the wall in an effort to chase his mouth. but he’s much quicker than you are, shaking his head with a knowing smirk, “gotta finish this smoke love, can’t let it go to waste.”

a small groan works its way out of your chest, head leaning back against the wall, watching louis bring the joint to his lips, taking a few puffs, and passing it back to you.

your resolve was wearing thin, you wanted him back in the club, but since the weed has entered your lungs in this alleyway, your want turned to need mighty quick. 

“last puff, love, you want it ?” louis hums, offering the filter to your lips. you were so buzzed, so stoned, so drunk, so fucking horny. your mouth wraps itself around louis’ finger instead, eyes closing in bliss, as you suck on his finger.

he pulls his hand away from you, making you whimper loudly, louis tutting, as he shakes his head, “fuckin needy tonight aren’t you ? more than usual too. gonna share this with me, by the way,” he adds, nodding towards the joint, bringing it to his lips.

you loved the playful attitude that louis exuded when he was stoned. it was even present during sex, with a side of dominance. it boosted his confidence, stopped him from overthinking. he let himself go completely, and you loved that side of him. the real, no walls, louis.

once louis inhaled the last of the joint, he flicks it off into the distance, his hand coming down on your jaw, forcing your mouth open, lips ghosting yours, as he exhales the smoke into your lungs.

you inhale all he has to offer, the lingering vodka on his mouth mixing with the weed. your head was swimming, all you could focus on was louis’ touch. and the growing wet patch on your panties.

with your mouth still open, louis’ quick to spit on your tongue, watching you attentively as you roll your hips into his, whimpering.

“swallow,” he murmurs, watching your mouth close, your throat working to swallow down the saliva, exhaling your puff at the same time.

“kiss me please,” you moan, louis’ lips crashing onto yours, sucking your mouth into a bruising kiss. 

you couldn’t tell up from down, your entire body warm and buzzing. all you knew is that you needed him. so you reach down between your bodies, hand palming over louis’ clothed member.

he was hard, almost painfully so, pressed up behind the zipper of his jeans, and your hand was offering the most delicious relief. on instinct, louis presses himself into your palm, both of his hands cupping your jaw, as he deepens the kiss.

“gonna let me suck you off in an alleyway ?” you murmur against louis’ lips, gripping his cock harder.

“fuck,” louis moans, biting his lip. “shouldn’t. but christ, m’dying to see you on your knees for me.”

you smile, smirking at him, as you give a good push off the wall, turning you both so louis’ back is pressed against the wall, quickly dropping to your knees.

you mouth over his clothed cock, creating a bit of a wet patch, watching louis go absolutely feral above you. fingertips digging into the brick, head rolled back, chest raising quickly.

you’re quick to undo his pants, pulling his prick free from its confines, watching it bob up against louis’ stomach. you bite your lip, looking over him, reaching forward to kitten lick his leaking tip.

louis puffs out a sigh, rolling his head forward to watch you, gathering your hair in his fist, as you waste no time, sliding his member down your throat.

“fuckin christ, you’re too good at that,” he moans, hips bucking further into your mouth, his cock colliding with the back of your throat. you instantly gag around him, pulling back a bit to catch your breath, your tongue working over his spit covered length.

“love your cock in my mouth,” you hum almost dreamily, your brain so far gone with all the substances taking over your blood stream.

“know you do, love. take care of me so well dont you ?” he also knows you love the praise. as buzzed as louis may be at the moment, he knows exactly what you like. can’t forget it, it’s ingrained on his brain.

you hum, nodding, mouth sinking down again, working him further into your throat, slowly this time to keep from choking, swallowing around his prick.

louis moans loudly, fingers gripping into your hair, legs trembling, as he pulls you off his dick, “fuck, i dont wanna cum down your throat. not tonight, love.”

he hears your whimper in response, knowing that the weed has something to do with that reaction, chuckling. “think i know you well enough to know you’d rather my cum in your cunt, wouldn’t you pretty girl ?”

you moan, standing up, pressing yourself into louis’ body, kissing him sloppily. with too much tongue, too much suction, and clashing teeth. you were both just so fucking needy. louis presses you back into the wall, fingers digging into your thigh to hook your leg over his hip.

“can’t keep my hands off you,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands reaching for any bit of you warm skin that he can reach. 

with your hands gripped into the collar of his shirt, keeping him from being able to pull away, his kisses get needier, working his way to suck the soft skin of your neck.

your back is pressed almost painfully into the brick, pulling louis harder against you in an effort to get impossibly closer. you were a moaning mess, so lost in the touch of your boyfriend.

“please louis, your cock is right there, jus’slide it in,” you moan, your skin prickling with want. 

you can feel louis’ fingers brushing against your clothed pussy, pushing your underwear to the side, thanking whatever force in the universe that had you wear a skirt today.

as soon as your panties are out of the way, you can feel the head of louis’ cock gliding through your folds,” fuckin- holy hell love, you’re fuckin soaked. bet you i could slide right in.”

“yes, yes, please, please,” you babble, your body already going limp against the wall, and he hasn’t really dont anything yet. you were so fucking lost for this man.

so he does, his cock slips into you effortlessly, both of you moaning loudly, louis trying to cover your mouth with his to stifle some of the noises. “knew you could take me. always so good, just letting my prick use you.”

you whine, all of a sudden so incredibly full, your pussy stretched deliciously over louis’ length. the angle was a bit awkward, the wall blistering bits of your skin, but you couldn’t care one bit. 

louis starts working a quick rhythm, already starting to get close to the edge, thanks to your lovely, earlier mouth skills. he wastes no time, having one hand dipping down, fingertips flicking and rolling over your clit.

you moan louder, your legs trembling a bit. you were so horny, so worked up, so high, at this point, any little touch could be the touch to send you over the edge.

“need it to be quick, love,” louis groans, feeling the flutter of your cunt around his cock with every flick of his fingers. “need you to cum, pretty girl. wanna fill you up, get me totally empty. get you home and fill you up again.”

he can’t fathom this being it tonight. he wants this to be quick, dirty, take the edge off. this way he can last longer, later, when it counts. but for now, in a dark alleyway, where literally anyone could walk by, he knew he was already pushing it. you’d already been here so long, he couldn’t risk this dragging on.

“c’mon sweet girl, give me your cum,” louis moans, circling your clit faster, thrusting into you harder, chasing your orgasm just as much as you. and you were too blitzed out to argue. your body giving into his demand just as quickly as he could ask.

you were throbbing around him with every pulse of your orgasm, gasping for breath, holding louis as close as possible, feeling him empty himself inside you. your mouth had done such wonders working him up, he’s even surprised he lasted as long as he did. 

as he comes down from his high, he whispers soft praises into your skin, “such a good cunt for me. so fuckin pretty when you cum. can’t wait to do it again.”

you hum breathily, smiling at him, “so you wanna go home and fill me up again ?”

“right fuckin now,” louis laughs, carefully pulling out of you. “we’re getting in an uber, and doing this properly at home.”

……

“Just making sure you’re up.” Louis eyes flick up and down from your body to your eyes.

“Almost am.”

He nods, “Alright.” He winks and walks away. You shut the door and let out a sigh, “Fuck.” You whisper to yourself.

You’re very good at keeping your composure around Louis, but in all reality it’s hard because he makes you extremely nervous and instantly turned on.

You absolutely adore him.

You can tell there’s something between you two. Has been since day one, honestly. He’s always got his eyes on you. Trying to subtly tease you.

He knows what he tries to do, and he knows that it gets you.

Every time. No matter what he does.

You get dressed, comfy for breakfast and then sound check and stuff.

You’ll dress up for the show tonight.

You always do, and Louis loves it.

He loves that you are comfortable enough to bum it around him, and the fact that you wear his merch hoodies is even hotter to him.

He also loves that you dress up for his show in outfits that show just the right amount of skin in all the right places.

You slip on your shoes and grab your backpack and camera bag. You slip your phone into your hoodie pocket and walk out. You go down to the lobby and everyone is standing there deciding on where to go.

“Ah, there she is.” Louis teases.

“Oh stop it.” You roll your eyes and walk over to him, “What’s going on?”

“They’re trying to figure out where they want food from.”

“Oh, I see. We’ll I’m going to the bus. I need to look at my cameras settings.” You give him a smile and walk out of the hotel doors. You make your way around to the buses and Louis’ voice causes you to stop walking.

“Hey, y/n.” Louis jogs up to catch up with you.

“What’s up, Tommo?” You smirk at the nickname and he smiles, “I wanted to see if you cared where we order from?”

You shake your head, “Uh, no. I don’t really mind. Where ever is fine with me.” You reach out and pluck the cigarette from his lips and put it between your own.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?” You smile as you hold in the smoke before blowing it out.

He laughs and points to you, “You know that’s bad for you, too. Yeah?”

You take another puff before handing it back to him, “So?” You smirk and blow out the smoke before walking away.

——

“You like the hoodie?” Louis asks walking up next to you. You look up from your camera and smile at him, “I love it. It’s super comfy.”

“good, yeah no I like that one too.” He takes out his cigarettes and tilts it towards you. You smirk and reach over and take one. You rest it between your lips and he brings the lighter up for you.

“Thanks.” You say after taking a puff. He nods and lights his own.

He’s always seemed nervous around you too, but you knew that he was trying his best to act like he wasn’t.

“Are you excited for tonight’s show?” You flick the ash off your cigarette, “They’re doing some fam projects, I seen on Instagram they’re doing one for Angels Fly.”

He smiles, “Yeah, I love when they do that. It really means something, you know?”

You nod, “It’s one of my favorite things to take pictures of.”

“One of?” Louis smirks, fishing for you to tell him that he’s the other thing you like to take pictures of.

“You already know that, Louis.” You smirk and drop your cigarette, stepping on it to put it out.

“Yeah, but I like to hear you say it.” He lays a hand on your lower back and you tighten your grip on your camera.

His touch drives you insane.

You take a few steps back and point your camera at him, “Stay right there.” You smirk and play around with the settings, snapping a few pictures in the process.

“Thanks.” You go to walk away and Louis steps towards you, “You’re coming on the next tour I do, I hope you know.”

You nod, “Looking forward to it.”

——

You sit down on the stage. You set your camera down and take off your sweatshirt, revealing a tight tank top that you may or may not have worn on purpose.

You set down the sweatshirt and pick up your camera and you can feel a set of eyes on you. You glance around, trying to find him, smirking when you meet his stare.

He shakes his head slightly, smirking as he turns to talk to someone. You look down and smile, internally celebrating that Louis has definitely taken an interest in you.

You clicked through the practice shots and bite your lip at a picture of Louis.

He’s so hot. You would do anything for that man.

“Are you going to go through those pictures after the show?” Louis says walking up to you, “Is that what you usually do?”

You look up at him and nod, “Yes sir, it is.” You smile at him as you see his eyes glance down to your exposed cleavage.

“I wouldn’t mind having company.”

He blinks at your words and nods, “Alright, yeah, cool. Cool.” He smiles and walks away. You bite your lip and look down, tapping your finger against your camera as you think about tonight.

——

“Hey, y/n.” Louis comes up to you, “If you wanted to go ahead and get ready for the show, you can.”

“Sweet, thanks.” You stand up and grab your hoodie, bending over just a little bit more on purpose, “If you get around ready and you’re bored, come find me.”

He nods and bites his lip as he watches you walk away. You’re wearing his favorite leggings, he loves the way they hug your ass and make it look amazing.

You go into the dressing room and go through your clothes.

You decide on a red bustier crop top, black denim shorts with white flames on the pockets, and white boots.

Basically, the rockstar girlfriend look that the fandom has decided is the tours dress code.

You sit down and start doing your hair and makeup. You do a basic half up pony and pull some of your bangs out in the front.

Your makeup is simple, mascara, some liner. Easy.

“There ya are.” Louis says as he walks in the room, “Been lookin for ya.”

You turn and motion towards the room, “I’ve been here.”

“You look fuckin’ incredible.” Louis lips part slightly, “I mean, you look incredible every fuckin’ show it’s just-“

You cut him off, “I get it. We finally have the balls to act on it.” You laugh and stands up. You fix your shorts slightly and Louis eyes go straight to the skin on your stomach.

You chew on your lip as you let him study the image in front of him for a few moments.

You walk over and snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands instantly grip your hips.

They slide around to your back to pull your closer. You quickly move into making out.

And it’s hot.

“You drive me crazy.” Louis mumbles as he kisses down your neck, “Walking around here everyday knowin’ that I want ya..”

His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, pulling and sucking. You moan as a purple mark forms under his touch and your fingers pulls at the hair on the nape of his neck.

His groans with your touch and tilts his head back. You take action and quickly attach yourself to his neck and he doesn’t fight you.

He tilts his head over to give you more room.

He wants you to touch him in any way you want to.

“Fuck, babe.” Louis groans as you nibble little marks into his skin, “no bad ones until after, yeah?”

“I take it.. we won’t be looking at pictures after the show?” You smile and lean back to look at him.

He shrugs, “We can do that after.” He smiles before he leans in to kiss you. His hands cup your cheeks and you wrap your arm around his waist.

“I’m gonna have you feelin’ so good tonight, love.” Louis groans lowly, “All I’m gonna be thinkin’ about during the show.”

His fingers lightly trace over the skinny little straps of your shirt, “How quickly this shirt is coming off this body later.”

“Louis.” You whimper, “don’t tease me.”

He chuckles slightly, “alright. But just because we don’t have enough time for anythin’.” He looks down over your body and whistles, “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

“I’ll show you that I can get even hotter later on.” You walk away and grab his hand to lead him out of the room.

He stops you for a quick second to adjust himself, “Sorry.” He laughs as you guys walks out. You let go of his hand and put your camera around your neck, “Good luck tonight.” You glance over at Louis and smile.

He lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he smiles, “All I’m gonna be thinkin’ about.” He leans in to quickly peck your lips before he walks around to get ready to go on.

You look around and quickly make your way to the side of the stage, getting ready for Louis to come on.

The lights start to flash and the beat of the song plays loud through the speakers. You kneel down, taking pictures of the band members before Louis comes on.

Your heart starts beating fast, like you’re in the crowd seeing him for the very first time. It’s like that all the time with him.

He glances over at your and you snap the perfect few.

He walks around stage and you move around, getting into the perfect spots for the shots.

He looks so sexy in that green t shirt, and the way he eggs the crowd on by moving his fingers like that - Hell, it makes your thighs ache for him to be grabbing onto you.

The first song ends and you’re kneeling down over in the corner of the stage, taking pictures of the fans and their signs.

“Y/N! You’re so hot!”

You laugh and bat the air, “Oh stop it.” You look over at Louis and you can tell he’s clenching his jaw, “You know, she is pretty hot ain’t she.”

Your cheeks turn the heat on full blast as the crowd cheers and agrees with Louis statement.

You look at him and shake your head as he stares at you with a smug grin.

The band starts playing the next song and eventually it rounds off into the end of the night and Louis is getting ready to play Silver Tongues.

You jump down and wait for him to come down to the pit.

You stand up and snap pictures as he jumps down and runs over to the left side first. You’re just as quick as he is so you always have enough shots of this and you’re thankful for it.

A smile sets on his face the whole time he’s doing what he does and you love that.

He returns to stage and you manage to make your way back up to side stage. Louis says his goodbye and runs off stage. You snap a few pictures of the crowd before going to meet Louis.

“That’s was amazing! You did so good.” You smile and hug him. He squeezes your body against his, “Didn’t like the comment about you being hot though.”

His words are low and you can tell he’s mad.

“Your hands are the only hands that will be on this body in a way that is only meant for you.” You look up at him and whisper quietly, “I promise,”

“Fuckin’ right.” He steps back as some people walk by and you cross your arms.

“Great show, Louis.”

“Yeah it was sick!”

“Thank you. Thank you.” Louis nods and finishes his drink, “I’m going to go out and see the fans by the fence if that’s alright with you.”

“That’s totally fine. I need to grab my stuff to take to the bus anyway.” You motion towards the room.

“I’ll walk with you. We’re both goin that way anyway, yeah?”

You smile and nod, “Works for me.”

You guys go and gather your things and head towards the exit towards the busses. Without even thinking and realizing, you take each others hand and walk out.

A few moments later, as you and Louis are lost in conversation, you hear screaming.

Realization sets in and you drop each others hands, “Oops.” You laugh slightly and look up at Louis.

“Definitely going to be dating rumors, I think.” Louis chuckles and walks you to the bus.

“I mean..” you look over at him slowly, “They don’t have to be rumors.. Do they?”

He shakes his head and presses his lips to yours, “Definitely not.”

——

You stayed in the bus while Louis went to do a little meet and greet.

He was out there for a good twenty minutes or so before finally coming back on. The rest of the bend follows in and eventually you guys end up back at the hotel.

In your hotel room with Louis.

You knew you weren’t looking at pictures right now.

As soon as you set your bags down, Louis hands travel all around your body as he walks you over to the bed. He turns your around and unbuttons your shorts.

His eyes stay on yours the whole time he pushes them down your legs. His hand slips between your thighs and presses up on your clothes pussy.

“Soaked little thing, aren’t ya?” Louis chuckles as he slips his shirt off, “I fuckin’ love lookin’ at you.”

He pushes you back on the bed and kisses down your neck. He kisses down over your exposed skin all the way to your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat as he kisses towards your soaked pussy.

“I bet you taste even better.” He mumbles as he pulls your panties down your legs. You spread your legs, welcoming him, “Please, baby.”

Louis smirks and licks his lips before leans in and sinking his pussy into your aching core. You let out a whine and lay a hand on the back of his head, “Fuck, yes.”

He pinches and pulls at your skin, groaning against you. You lay your leg over his shoulder and arch your back, “Fuck, yes. Yes baby.”

You pant as your moan out, clenching around his tongue as you cum.

“Fuck.” You whisper letting your legs fall outward, “You’re so good at that.”

Louis leans up and smirks, “I can tell with how fast you came.”

You smile and cover your face as you laugh.

“Hey, get over here.” Louis pulls you over to him, “Can you show me what the pretty little mouth can do?”

You look up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod.

He smirks, “That’s me girl.”

You shift down and place your hands on his thighs, sliding them up so you can undo his jean. Your look up at him, smiling as you drag your fingers over his pinned down cock.

He groans slightly, “C‘mon, babe.”

He helps you get his jeans off and you quickly move in to free his cock from his boxers.

He gasps as you take him in your hand.

He watches as you brush your hair from your shoulder and lick your lips before you take him into your mouth. You work to coat him in your saliva.

“Fucks sake.” He moans as you swirl your tongue around him, “Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He holds your hair out of the way and gently guides your head up and down.

You relax and drop your head, slowly taking him into your throat. You gag around him slightly and he moans, bucking his hips, “Fuck, doin’ so good with takin my cock.”

He holds your head there for a few quick seconds before pulling you off of him. You blink and wipe your cheeks and he rubs your chin, “You alright?”

You nod and move up to straddle him, “Uh huh.” You reach down and grab his cock, steadying it so you can sit on it.

He places one hand on your hips and the other on your thighs, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

“Shit.” He groans and bites his lip, “It’s about damn time I’ve felt this pussy.. fuck.”

He looks down and watches as your pussy takes his cock with ease, “That’s it baby.” He slides his hand up and pulls as your top, “take this off. I wanna see those perfect tits.”

You slip the top off over your head and look down at him. His hands automatically go to your perked nipples.

You close your eyes, tilting your head back as you grind down on his cock, moaning out loudly as he pinches your nipples.

“Such a beautiful fuckin’ body.” He moves his hand up and gently lays it around your throat, “Such a good girl.”

You slide your hand down and rest your finger tips on his stomach, “Best cock I’ve ever had.” You whimper out, “So fucking good.”

“Keep talkin baby.” Louis moans as he squeezes his fingers a little bit, “shit.”

“You make me feel so good.” You moan out, “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum again.” You bite your lip and gasp as you grind down onto his cock.

“Fuck, babe. Where do you want me to cum?” Louis grips your hips with both hands.

“Doesn’t matter.” You blurt out, “Fuck, just fuck me.”

Louis grips your hips and starts thrusting his hips upward, pounding into you from below.

You dig your nails into his skin and look down at him. Your lips are parted slightly as your eyes close and open every so often.

“Look so beautiful on top of me like this.” Louis looks you up and down and watches as your tits bounce with each thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gunna coat that pussy with my cum.” Louis moans and tilts his head back as you take over with bouncing on his cock.

You place your hands on his chest, leaning on him as you moan, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” You let out a satisfying scream and sink down into his cock.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bite your lip at the feeling.

A few moments go by and you’ve both calmed your breathing, you move off of Louis and lay beside him.

He pulls you into his body and lets out a sigh, “You ready to go again?” Louis asks as he tucks his other arm behind his head.

You laugh and tilt your head up to look at him, “Is it bad I’m thinking the same thing?”

——

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You watch yourself in the bathroom mirror as your toothbrush hums in your mouth. Your eyes drift down to the soft pink satin pajama set you wore. It had a dainty pink bow that laid at the hem of the lace. It fit right blow your collarbone. The shorts to the set ride up your ass, just barely covering your pretty pussy. You picked out this set specifically because you remembered Abby had said she love to see you in pink. (Or that you kinda hoped she would fuck you in it.) from the corner of your eye you see your girlfriend poke her head into the bathroom.

“Hey baby!” you mumble to her, your voice muffled from the buzzing machine in your mouth. She walks into the bathroom, standing behind you in the mirror. She placed her head on your shoulder. And buried herself into the crook of your neck and hums a low, ‘hey pretty.’ You place your other hand on her cheek, holding her closer.

Abby’s large hands slide up your shirt, rubbing your waist gently. Your body shivers at her cold touch against your warm body. She kisses up your neck, causing you to giggle a little. She lands just below your ear. “You look so pretty in these pajamas baby.”

You push your butt into the front of her jokingly. “Oh shut up!” you tease sarcastically

She returns to her same position as before, this time one of her hands sits at the bottom of your ass. The other is still on your waist. “Can't wait to get it off.”

Bits of the foamy toothpaste fall from the corners of your mouth when you try to respond. “Oh shit” You curse. The glob of toothpaste fell right into the center of your shirt. You spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink. Desperately, you try to wipe away the mark that stained the material. You rub it, which only makes it worse.

Abby lifts her head from your shoulder and looks up into the mirror to see what was going on. “Here let me see.” She turns you around by your hips. She picks you up by your armpits and places you on the counter gently. She stands in between your legs and then tries to rub away the stain. Which again, only makes it worse.

“Babyyy, it's getting worse!” you whine, looking back up at her. “Maybe we should just take it off, yeah?” You roll your eyes at her forwardness.

“Real smooth abigail.” you joke, placing your hands on her shoulders while she holds you on the counter by your waist. You nod, looking at her with your big puppy eyes.

Her hands land at the lacy hem of your shirt, she starts to pull it up revealing your perky breasts. She places sweet kisses near your lips, tasting your surgery sweet strawberry lip gloss. She glances down at your bare chest and gives a lopsided smirk.

“No bra, hm?” She coos, looking back up at you. You shake your head as she discards your shirt across the room.

“Pass me your toothbrush.” she says softly in between the wet kisses she placed down your body. You look at her, a little confused. But you comply, grabbing your toothbrush that was sitting behind you on the counter and you handed it to her. She turns on the machine and presses it right on your pebbled nipple.

You wince at the stimulation. The vibrations send shocks though your body. You softly moan when Abby pampers sweet kisses all over your face, trailing them down your neck and into the dips of your collarbones. Whispering gentle praises into your warm skin. Her free hand twisted and pulled at your other nipple. While her other rubbed the toothbrush in circular motions causing you to squirm in response. Her calloused hand slips down to your waist again, holding you down while you wiggled in her grip. A growing wet patch soaks your satin painties. Your thighs rub together trying to get any friction on your begging little cunt. A squeak escapes your pretty lips when Abby removes the vibrating machine from your perky tits. She glides the toothbrush down your body painfully slow. Her wet lips trailing not too far behind it, Kitten licking down your needy body.

The toothbrush hovers over the waistband of your satin sleep shorts, finishing the matching set of the shirt that was now discarded across the room. Her kisses stop above your shorts. Ghosting your pretty pink pussy. Abby lets out a hum before kissing your covered cunt sweetly, toothbrush still in hand. You look down at her desperately. “Abbssss, stop teasing!” You whine, begging for her. Your teeth tug your bottom lip into a soft pout and you giggle. “Relax, pretty girl. I'll take care of you, okay?” You muffle and quite ‘mhm’ and hide your goofy grin into your neck. “No baby, lemme see you.” your girlfriend coos, pulling your arm down away from your face with ease. A creeping blush grows on your face while your painties get uncomfortably wet.

After what feels like ages Abby's mouth makes contact with your clothed cunt again. “Always taste s' sweet f’ me, pretty.” She slowly starts licking fat stripes up your folds, soaking your already damp bottoms further. Dainty moans flood the small room. Seeing Abby on her knees below you turned you on so much. Watching her from above made your face grow hot. Her gentle tongue slowly works away at your juices. She pulls her face away and replaces it with your toothbrush. Placing it directly onto your swollen clit. You throw your head back as your whole body shivers. Pleasure over taking your body as she rubs your clothed clit with the vibrating machine. Abby looks up at you with her sweet baby blue eyes, watching you squirm at her every move. “So pretty baby” she praises. She slips your painties to the side of your puffy lips and teases your aching cunt, gathering your sweet slick. Her slippery fingers slide around, getting lost in your folds before she plunges her thick finger into your soaping hole. Watching as you take her so easily makes her boxers dampen. “Fuckkk” she whispers in that raspy voice you fell in love with when you first met her. She curls her finger deep inside you, hitting that soft gooey spot, just right. Her fingers plunging in and out of your clenching hole mixed with the stimulation she was giving you on your clit was tipping you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your slutty wimpers bounce off the walls filling the room with pornagraphic sounds. She slid another finger into you slowly, stretching your gushing hole out. The squelching noise your cute little pussy made, made Abby want to destroy your right then and there. But she stayed at a steady pace with the slight curling of her fingers kissing your cervix. Her other hand rubbed tight circles onto your twitching clit with the toothbrush. A knot grows in your stomach and your breath hitches. “So pretty baby” Her praise know how to bring you closer, and closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby, come on. Let it out, pretty girl.” Your legs twitch and your brain goes foggy. Your hands tangled into your girlfriend's hair. Pleasure overcomes you as you come undone on her palm. Riding out your high you grind yourself on her fingers. Chanting her name like a prayer. Dragging out the last vowel of her name as you came all over her fingers. Her fingers slow the pace and she curls into you one last time before pulling out slowly. But the toothbrush stayed stationary on your clit. Causing you to twitch and your legs to shake uncontrollably. She finally turns off the toothbrush and pulls it off slowly. Watching your swollen pussy, she looks up at your fucked out little face and places a final kiss on your clit to sooth the bundle of nerves. The grip you had on Abby's hair loosens as you pant softly on the counter. Abby drags herself up to your face and kisses your forehead. Then she pampers your entire face with sweet little peaks. “Your so pretty baby” She whispers as your eyes flutter open to see your girlfriend all nuzzled up next to you.

“The toothbrush? Really abs?” You question between your hitched breath. “Are you complaining?” She asked with that iconic grin smeared onto her freckled face. “Definitely not” you answer as she helps your shaky legs off the counter. She retrieved your shirt from across the room & places it softly over your head and slides your arms though. Fixing it perfectly just as she had found it. Her eyes traveled down to the stain that still stayed flat in the center of your new pj set. “We’ll, that didn’t really fix our stain problem did it?” She jokes. You roll your eyes, a silly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Abby places one last kiss onto your cheek before grabbing your hand and heading out of the bathroom. “Ready to go to bed baby?”

she was so damn pretty. and cool. What would your father think if he knew you were thinking about his best friend like that? you had returned from university that night. Your father was at a dinner party. you went into the kichen hoping to get a snack but instead you find a tall blond figure leaned up against the counter. a cig in between her lips.

“hey angel’ Abby says

‘ur dads at a dinner party, he told me to watch you while he’s gone.’ said Abby softly.

you don’t need a babysitter. your not a kid anymore but ur dad js can’t seem to fathom that fact. you know, you’d be mad if it was anyone but Abby. you and Abby had a sweet relationship, she was always so sweet to you. and not to mention she was so fucking hot. normally she had her hair tied up in a sharp braid. but today she was dressed down. her hair cascaded down her face. framing her features. she wore a black wifebeater and sweatpants. Fuck.

‘hey Abs’ you say softly, propping yourself up on the island counter in front of her. she took a drag of her cigarette and looked at you, giving you a look that made your legs shiver.

‘missed me angel?” she said, her eyes roaming your body. she looked so damn fine.

‘always’ you smile, tilting your head.

She grins, walking over to you and placing her hands on her hips.

‘How's college, love?’ she asked, running her hand over your chin and cheek. she was giving you a smug look, knowing damn well what she was doing to your body.

‘ it’s alright. missin home. glad to be back for a while. I really don’t wanna go back to that hell hole.’ you sigh, as you rant about your shitty college life

‘miss you & dad.’ you say with a bit of a pout.

‘been a while huh?’

‘too long’ you grab the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag from it.

‘you shouldn’t be smoking sweetie.’

‘your not my mom Abigail’ you take another drag, longer then the last one. you inhale the smoke. blowing the rest out you cough a bit.

‘carful angel, take it slow.’

you roll your eyes looking back up at her. trying desperately to avoid the growing wet patch in your painties from her voice.

‘when will daddy be home?’

‘ion know, why? you tryna get rid of me already?’

‘nah, I love being with you. missed u abs.’ you look up at her with those eyes. her hands still stationed on your hips. holding you up on the counter. You watch her expression soften. her eyes roaming your face.

‘when did you go and grow up and get so fuckin charming, angel?”

she leans closer to you, your faces mear inches away from each other.

‘when I was off at collage breaking hearts obviously’ you say sarcastically. She laughed at your comment. Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

‘You're a little troublemaker.’ She whispered in your ear, before speaking in a suggestive tone. her arms on full display in her tank top. you watch as her muscles flex in the dim light of the kitchen as she moves to enclose you in the frame of her tall build.

‘And you just love testing me, don't you, angel?’

you knew her antics, she always did this. try and start shit with you. not that you were complaining.

‘hm, maybe?’

you play along with her tone. she grinned, hearing you play along with her games. I mean how could you not when she looked so pretty for you.

‘and what would your dad think if he knew his innocent little girl was flirting with his best friend?’ she whispered in a sultry manner. her voice dropping as she spoke to u.

your faces are brought together. you feel her breath on your face, so in sync. every move she makes you move with her. your faces dancing with each other. your lips are inches away from meeting her own. begging the other one to give in first. your eyes wonder over her face, taking in every detail and freckle that marked her perfect skin. your heart pounded watching her eyes fill with desire.

you giggle before pulling away, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

‘tease’

she mumbled under her breath. she stared Into ur eyes with a hungry look.

‘Oh? says you abs!’

you giggle, her hands tracing your jaw.

She laughed as you said that. Abby loved your giggle. She looked at you intensely, her eyes filled with desire.

"Oh come on, who's the one who always makes me want to throw you against a wall and…’

she was about to say something more, but she stopped when she heard the sound of your father's car parked in the driveway. you both freeze completely.

‘fuck’ you whisper, a sigh of disappointment leaving your lips.

as you hear the door to the garage shuffle open Abby immediately backs away. standing were she once was across the island. if only you guys could be alone. ☹️

When they started spending the night at each other's places, Abby was amused by Ellie's dinosaur or space-themed sheets, while Ellie found Abby's plain white sheets so basic.

Now that they live together, the bed is adorned with Ellie's themed sheets, and Abby has even started buying sheets with designs she likes. Though she initially found them childish, Abs has put away the plain white sheets.

Ellie sleeps in her underwear, regardless of whether it's winter or summer. She wears boxers and a sports bra, with her hair tied in a low bun because she dislikes her hair getting in her face when she sleeps.

Abby prefers to sleep in gray sweatpants, if it's summer, she doesn't bother with a bra, but in winter, she wears one of Ellie's rock band shirts, letting her blonde hair down to give her usual braid a break.

Ellie talks in her sleep about various things. If it's a nightmare, she won't stop complaining or swearing, but she often talks in her sleep and moves constantly. However, when Abs hugs her, Ellie is immobilized.

The only thing Abby does when she sleeps is snore if she's particularly tired after a long, busy day. She doesn't have any dreams or nightmares, just restful sleep.

If Els can't fall asleep, she plays with Abby's hair, running her fingers through the blonde strands, or rests her head on Abby's chest to listen to her heartbeat. If she still can't fall asleep, she'll get up to watch a movie until she feels tired and returns to bed.

If Abs can't fall asleep, she traces Ellie's freckles, from her face down to her shoulders, following her freckled skin and gently tracing her tattoo lines. If that doesn't work, she reads a book from her nightstand.

When Ellie wants to get out of bed in the middle of the night, she'll wake Abby by whispering for her to let go, which usually ends with Abs, still half-asleep, leaning against the bathroom door waiting for Els to come out.

On the other hand, if Abby wants to leave the bed in the middle of the night, she'll find Ellie reluctant to let her go and eager to get up with her, ending up in the kitchen sharing a glass of water.

♡ ♡

You make your way out of the tall metal windowed doors, in your frilly pink mini skirt that barely covers the tops of your thighs, white crop top with jewels across your bare tits that says “princess” bags full of things that may have accidentally slipped in! And of course a cherry lollipop lazily strung out on your tongue.

Everything was going as planned as you confidently strolled out the mall doors as you always did, until…

“You again!” You hear a pointed voice yell from behind you, you can’t look back and give yourself up so you continue your pace, confidence slightly faltering. “HEY!” The voice only gets louder and closer, but you can’t bear to look.

All of a sudden what you assume to be the angered voice pulls your arm so roughly you stumble back with a wince, dropping your lollipop with a crash. You’re finally able to look at your match, a bruiting blonde as tall and wide as an ox. She looks at you with gritted teeth ready for conviction, all you can stammer out is a pathetic pout.

With furrowed eyebrows she scans your body up and down as if to make sure you were the convict she’d be tracking. Her eyes take a pause at your jewel adorned breasts, she seems to snap out of her gaze, “not this time princess, let’s go.”

She says it as you have a choice, she begins basically dragging you by the heels back into the mall. You think of running, but there’s no use, she’s twice the size of you, she could have picked you up with a finger and thrown you back in.

“Wh- where are we going!” You wiggle under her grip and she drags you, trying to avoid the gaze of innocent onlookers. She ignores you and mumbles something into her walkie, a bunch of codes you don’t understand but added in that she wouldn’t need backup, a sigh of relief floods over you.

“Please, im sorry I promise I’ll take everything back!” You plead as you make it further into the back of the mall. “Shut up brat,” she almost spits back at you, and tightens her grip even further into your fragile skin.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You say in a wine as you reach what looks to be like a back room of the mall, with her grip still on your arm she uses her free hand to fumble at her keys to unlock the unmarked door.

She lets out a breathy giggle at your pouting, still focused on finding the key, “that’s going to be the least of your problems.” You don’t want to know what she means, and you don’t have the courage to ask so you continue wiggle around her grasp like a child while she unlocks the door.

The room is dark with only a small window at the top of the room that you can’t see out of, some boxes and cleaning supplies, a metal table with two chairs and a table lamp. As she walks her broad structure through the threshold she wastes no time to rip you by the arm and practically throw you into the concrete box.

“Sit” she barks and you almost jump into the cold metal chair, you gasp as your lacy clad cunt touches the hard chilly surface. She doesn’t take the same memo and stands before you, arms crossed. You are finally able to get a real look at her, she’s rugged but clean, long blonde that falls behind her, her arms barely fit into her uniform as her biceps protrude around the navy cloth, the veins pulsing throughout her hand.

You don’t mean for it to happen, but your pussy beings pulsing at the sight of her, you grip the cold metal of your chair averting her defining glare. it feels wrong, it is wrong, but it was an accident!

“Aren’t you going to beg for your innocence?” She cuts the silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You pout at her with doe eyes. “Lying to me is only going to make it worse sweetheart, try again”

“Okayyyy I’m sorry I’ll take everything back I promise!” You tug out your bottom lip. “Awh heard that one before, try again” she says pacing closer to you so that you have to raise your head to look at her. “It was an accident, I’m a good girl officer, I swear!” You bat your eyes in an effort to pull out a fake tear.

She lets out a giggle at your words, almost appeased with you, “does princess want to go to jail tonight, huh? Is that what you want?” She taunts you. “No please! I’ll do anything please!” You beg, real tears starting to form in your glossy eyes. “Oh is that so…” she pulls her thick hand up to your chin gripping it harshly so your flesh molds into her grasp “anything?”

“Anything, I’ll do anything!” You plead as hot tears run down your face. A devilish smirk adorns her face as if she already had her plan made out, you were fucked. Hook line and sinker fucked.

“Get on your knees,” she demands as she guides you by your jaw, your bare knees hit the cold floor, sure to be bruised. You see the mascara trailing from your eyes down your flushed cheeks.

“Don’t fucking cry you asked for this,” she says gripping your jaw tighter causing your eyes to close tight. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” She barks. You hesitantly unclamp the grip on your eyes, watching as she removes her grip at your submission, trailing them to her belt. With your fuzzy eyes you can barely make out a slight bulge in her pants over her mound.

She brings her thick fingers around the leather, releasing its grip. Her eyes never leave yours as she whips the belt out of her slacks and folds it in her hands oh fuck. “Here’s what’s going to happen princess, you are going to suck my fucking cock…” she beings unzipping her slacks to unsheath

a girthy black dildo, thick and long with veins trailing up it “…and if I hear one fucking complaint those pretty little tits are going to be covered in an orange jumpsuit, understood?”

Your mouth gapes at her size, there’s no way you’d be able to take her. She grips your jaw again bringing it so you’re an inch away from her length, “don’t make me fucking repeat myself slut.”

Yes is all you can manage out, emotions swirling in your mind and tummy, scared but yet turned on? You can feel the a line of slick escaping your dripping hole, needy. “Yes what?” She bites, she doesn’t tell you what she wants to hear but you can infer. “Y-yes ma’am,” you pout out, eyes wide and drool watering your mouth in anticipation.

She gives that devious grin, appeased with you, “good girl, now open that slutty little mouth.” You obey, opening your glossy lips in a small hole which she rips open with the girth of her cock, sending you into a choke.

“Yeah choke on it whore, you asked for this,” she beams with a maniacal grin. Tears start pricking at your ducts again as you sloppily take her, barely breathing at the depth she’s at. You try bobbing your head back and forth but she must not be amused with your efforts as she grips your scalp at its roots and bucks her hips to fuck you herself.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of her pushing even further down into your throat, spit dripping down your chin. “Awh you like that princess? Like when I use that dirty little mouth?” A breathy grunt escapes her puffy lips. There’s no way you can verbally respond so you settle with a pathetic nod as she uses you.

She suddenly rips out of your mouth which sends you choking on all fours in attempt to regain your composure. She gives you a second to regroup, the first sight of mercy she’s let you have.

“Get up,” anddd she’s back. You stumble back to your feet, barely making it upright already fucked out. She takes you by the arms and turns you so they’re behind your back, and guides you to the rusty metal table, pressing you down so that your cheek rests on the cold material and your ass is bent over.

You feel the sopping wet cock nudge against your embarrassingly wet clothed cunt, you can’t help but let out a little whimper that you hear get a rise out of her from a giggle, “so fucking pathetic,” you bite your lip to hold back but it comes out anyways, “mhmmm,” god she’s right you are fucking pathetic.

She doesn’t say a word but you can hear her fumble behind you when you feel another cold metal at your wrist click click, bounding your wrist behind you. “Making sure you don’t try to touch that clit til I say so,” which you respond with an aggravated sigh.

“Is that a fucking complaint I just heard?” She grips you by hair, your face still shoved into the cold metal, but lifted so she glares into your eyes inches away. Now that she’s bent over you her cock presses into your throbbing slit that makes you whimper, “n- no ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought,” she losens her grip on your hair as you feel them run up your shirt and onto your already hard nipples from the cold metal. She pinches both after kneading them roughly in her large hands, “fuckkkk” you mutter out with the sensation of her bulge still rubbing into you.

She begins trailing her hands down your body and lifts up your skirt so that your bare ass is on display for her. “No use wearing this barely covers that little cunt of yours. You just want everyone to see it huh?” She runs her palms over your ass before laying a harsh smack into it, you jolt into the table at the suddenness of it.

She moves her fingers down to your covered slit, rubbing up and down slowly, slick pooling in your panties and down your thighs. “Of course you’re fucking soaked…” she grips down at your covered clit that bucks your hips back into her “…just dying to get used like a toy.”

“Please ma’am, please fuck me, use me please,” you beg pathetically as tears drop onto the rusty metal. She pulls down your lace so that it sits at your ankles. You feel the silicone tip run down your slit collecting all your pent up slick. Without warning she slips right into you, bottoming out immediately, “oh fuck,” you scream out.

She grips her hands at your hips and begins relentlessly driving into you without remorse, the gentle sentiment wouldn’t be in the cards for you. The noises escaping your lips were downright sinful, no one had ever fucked you like this, with such aggression. Even though you looked like a flower you didn’t want to be treated like it, and she knew it.

“Taking that cock so well princess,” she grunts out in a pant, probably the nicest thing she’s said all night. “Tight little hole just for me,” and she takes a harsh open handed blow at your other cheek. “Fuck ma’am please,” you cry out.

She snakes her arm under you down to your stomach, “you feel that? My cock all the way up in your tummy?” Pressing down on your abdomen and you can feel her, she’s so fucking deep your mind starts going numb, “ye-“ the words won’t form.

At your reply she bottoms out inside you, somehow getting even deeper and moves her hand to harshly pink your hard nipple. “Yes ma’am! I’m sorry- please don’t stop!”

“Good girl,” she coos as she pulls out and plunges deep inside of you again, going back to her pace. You can feel yourself nearing your peek, your tummy twists trying to hold it back. “M-ma’am can I cum please,” you beg. “Are you going to cum?” “I’m so close!! Please it hurts,” she leaves you with one last rut and pulls out of you, you being clenching around nothing and moan out at the absence.

You can barely make it out but you watch as she places herself down against the metal chair. She grips your arm and pulls you in, “wrap that filthy hole around my cock,” she spits. You obey, slowly inching yourself down onto her girth, hands still bound at your back gripping into her covered chest. She pulls you back onto her so that your face is nuzzled against the size of hers, blonde strips of hair now dangling messily in front of her face. She takes your feet and wraps them around her calf’s so that you’re wide open for her.

“Cum without asking and I’ll make sure you’re someone’s bitch in prison.” She takes your breast in one hand and the other on your clit, rubbing slow agonizing circles. “So swollen, just dying to cum on my cock huh princess?” She’s breathing straight into your ear, you can hear every little grunt that comes out of her, your body shivers at the new sensation.

“You feel so good ma’am.” You moan out trying to hold back screams from feeling her rough fingers on your sensitive clit. She picks her pace up so that your legs are shaking around her thick thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck,” is all that seems to come out of your throat.

“You wanna cum baby? Beg for it.” You can barely make out a sentence but you can’t wait any longer and she knows it. “P-please ma’am let me cum on your cock, I’ve been s-such a good girl!” She quickens her pace, now bucking her hips aimlessly into your abused hole.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” She groans with a smirk onto your ear. “Yours! All yours ma’am!” You desperately blurt out, at the tipping point of your peak. “Show me it’s all mine, cum on my cock pretty girl,” if you weren’t already one foot in the grave, those words alone could have sent you six feet under.

Your vision turns white, sobbing out as she ruts her cock deep into your tummy and her fingers circle your swollen clit. You bounce onto you unconsciously, needing more as you ride out your climax. She grunts into your ear at your sweet little sobs while you desperately fuck yourself onto her.

You finally still yourself as you finish off your orgasm, you’re both panting in attempt to regain composure.

“I promise I’m a good girl officer,” You say in a whisper, still unsure if she’d still take you away in her cop car after abusing your body. She giggles at your pathetic attempt to claim innocence.

“I think I’ll keep this pretty pussy to myself for now.”

“stay fuckin’ still,” abby spits through a clenched jaw, holding your hips down across her lap, her other hand landing harsh slaps that sting, leaving a handprint.

“i’m trying! it hurts!” you turn to look at abby over your shoulder, gasping when she grabs your jaw to turn you back around. “oh, it hurts? too fucking bad. shut up and take it.” she lands another slap on each side, smirking at your gasps and moans. “please, daddy. please,” you beg. you don’t know what you’re begging for. it feels good, you don’t want her to stop. but you need more. abby scoffs, her hand coming round to hold your throat, pulling you up to look at her. “the fuck did you call me? dirty fuckin’ girl,” she smirks, looking down at the darkened patch on her grey sweatpants. “you’re fucking soaked. god, you’re a slut. you want me to fuck you? you think you deserve it? you think you deserve me inside you after the shit you pulled today?” abby holds your throat tighter, pulling you in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek to keep you grounded. you nod quickly, your eyes closed. “yeah, that’s right. you’re daddy’s girl, aren’t you?” she whispers, moving her hand from your throat to your hips, her other hand slowly trailing down your back, pushing you back down across her lap. “open those legs for me, baby. i’ll give you what you want, come on,” she encourages, your legs opening, your back arching as abby pushes three fingers into your soaked cunt. her thrusts are vigorous, and don’t show any sign of stopping. your moans echo through the house, your hips pushing back against abby’s hand, your bedsheets clutched in your hands.

abby sighs, pulling away, leaving you empty. “turn around, baby. gotta see your face. need to see your face, come on,” abby picks you up by your waist, placing you against her pillows, spreading your legs again, resuming the fast paced thrusts of her fingers. “messy girl. soaking my fingers. daddy’s best girl,” abby says into your neck, her fingers moving brutally fast. your mouth hangs open, clawing down abby’s back as you gasp. “gonna cum, baby? gonna cum for daddy? yeah, i know, baby. let it out. come on, give it to me. cum on daddy’s fingers. such a good, messy girl.” abby encourages as you let go around her, your mind blank as you hold onto abby’s broad shoulders, your face up and in the crook of where her neck meets her shoulder.