STILL AWAKE

pairing: fwb!abby x reader

word count: 5.1k

synopsis: being forced to analyze and interview your college's rugby team, you quickly grow a mutual hate for the captain and discover a hidden tension that snaps (literally just porn with minimal plot)

cw: college au, switch!abby, switch!reader, porn with plot, hate fuck, oral sex, r!receiving, abby!receiving, fingering, hand obsession (?), hand riding, face sitting, slight choking, demanding (?)

mature content: minors and men DNI!

(pictures from pinterest and tumblr)

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Your phone illuminates a bright light as it buzzes on your nightstand, snapping you out of your unresolved grogginess.

Abby fb

Hey, you still awake?

You immediately rolled your eyes as you read the message, checking the time subconsciously, seeing that it’s just past midnight.

Abby Anderson, the captain of your college’s rugby team. The two of you met when your journalism professor assigned you a semester-long project surrounding women’s sports on campus, forcing you to interview and observe her team. It didn’t take long for you to find out how much of a hard ass she was, especially when it came to her team. She was strict when it came to meeting times, when you were allowed to watch them, what she permitted you to write about, and which of your questions were acceptable. Her childish groans and eye rolls anytime she saw you approach the field during practice grated underneath your skin. Her snarky remarks and annoying, monosyllable answers to your questions drive you up a wall. And she knows it. It was a mutual dislike toward each other, and neither of you were trying to hide it.

It wasn’t until you had to meet with her outside of practice for an interview that an unknown thread snapped between the two of you. It felt like a blur; the pushing and shoving, the aggressive sloppy kisses, the gasping and swearing into each other’s mouths, her hand shoving into your pants. Even now, you can’t remember how it happened, or how it resulted in her texting you every time she needed to get laid for the past month. Or how you could never get yourself to say no to her.

You could just ignore her message. You should ignore it. Break the seemingly endless cycle of late-night hookups and relentless hostility. But would ignoring her make the verbal sparring worse? Would she be even more argumentative – if that’s even possible?

no. it’s late abby.

Yet you still texted me back

Her smugness immediately lights a fire in your chest like a furnace. Irritation floods your body which only becomes evident by a heavy exhale through your nose and blank stare at the water stains in your ceiling. How could a person be so aggravating and smug yet always get what they want? Why do you always give her what she wants? Regret fills your stomach from even looking at your phone. She knew you’d respond. Hell, who are you kidding? You did too.

Come over

i’m in bed. i’m not leaving in the middle of the fucking night           

Then let me come to you

Memories from your past impulsive nights flash through your mind in a dizzying montage. The shame from wanting her gnaws at you like your molars gnaw at your cheek. You can’t get the thought of her hands out of your head; her veins like lightning under her skin, her fingers thick and methodical, the callouses that press into your thighs when her head is between your legs. You press your thighs together under your covers as you desperately try to stop yourself from saying yes. She’s torture, humiliating torture. You should say no, tell her to fuck off and go to bed, but you can’t deny the throbbing ache from thinking of her in your bed. Her mouth and hands knowing exactly what to do and how to—

You’re thinking about it

Fuck.

whatever    

That a yes?

just shut up about it     

Cute. I’ll be over in 10

Fuck.

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A harsh knock echoes through your apartment, cutting through the quiet ambiance that used to linger. You shuffle toward your door in PJ shorts and an old tank top, rubbing your eyes as you navigate through your dark living room. When you open the door, you find Abby planted comfortably with her hands in her sweatshirt pocket. Her height and build never seize to amaze and intimidate you. Freckles dust over the bridge of her nose, spilling onto her cheeks which mixes with a pink hue from the brisk night air she’s standing in. Her dark blue eyes looking at you as if you opening the door was the same as her finally reaching the counter after waiting in line. She’s truly gorgeous, which only makes your attraction to her more irritating. Her smug face painted with narrow eyes and a slight smirk meets your stare.

“Well don’t you look adorable,” a sarcastic chuckle leaving her lips, looking you up and down.

“You’re so annoying,” you say in a groan, rolling your eyes and pulling her in by the fabric on her chest.

She instinctively slams the door behind her as she stumbles inside. You crash your lips onto hers, not giving her a chance to say anything else that could make you regret this even more than you already do. Her hands immediately grab your waist to press you against her body, the warmth radiating from her makes her scent wrap around you. It makes you unsteady. Her slightly chapped lips glide across yours with expertise. She kissed you like her hunger was insatiable, not like the usual agonizing teasing she puts you through. It’s different this time. Like she’s been waiting too long. Even though you were in her bed two nights prior. She needs you, craves you.

Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her face down to feel her closer. She shoves her tongue in your mouth making you gasp. Her hands roam to your ass, a slap to your right cheek makes your gasp turn into a quiet moan against her tongue. Feeling her against you as she explores your mouth sends you into a frenzy. She’s good at this. She’s always been good at this. Heat rises through your body to your cheeks, you swear you could melt into her if she pulls you any closer.

“You’re easy tonight,” her words spill from her grin like honey, filling your mouth with the sugar of her voice that tasted like vinegar. She lightly bites at your bottom lip, tugging at it and letting it snap back into place.

The whimper you let out is almost humiliating, the noise revealing your desperation to feel her skin against yours. You’re scared to open your eyes. To see the satisfaction on her face from the pathetic sound you made. But when you did, there it was. Her grin. Her goddamn grin, knowing she won the battle between hatred and lust inside of you.

“Fuck you,” your attempt to sound harsh fails as it comes out shaky.

“Soon,” her voice dripping in pride from how she affects you. She knows she’s the best you’ve had without you even having to say it. She knows she can get away with whatever mocking line she gives you. And most of all, she knows how much it makes you want her more.

Her hands grip the back of your thighs to lift you to cling around her waist. You connect your lips again as you tangle your fingers in the lingering waves that remain from the braid she surely wore earlier that day. She doesn’t waste time taking you to your bedroom.

The dim yellow light of the lamp on your side table spills onto Abby’s skin, casting shadows against her face, creating harsh lines that make her features stronger. It makes her look more intense, more intimidating. She drops you onto your bed causing you to bounce onto the edge. You’re eye-level with her abs, not being able to see them because of her sweatshirt. Frustrated, you grab the bottom of the fabric and shove it upward to expose her toned stomach. You’re too distracted running your hands along her sides to notice the condescending chuckle that escapes Abby’s lips as she looks down at you. She quickly pulls her sweatshirt and shirt over her head, throwing them to the side.

You plant warm kisses along the contours of her stomach, her skin burning into your tongue. Her hands venture to your hair, raking them through the sides to hold it back. She groans from your touch as you bite and scratch at her muscles. You look up, your eyes locking on each other. It’s hungry, wanting. Her head falls back with a low hum as you lick a long stripe up the center line of her abs.

“God. Your tongue,” her voice like velvet.

A smile creeps from your lips onto her skin. She tips her head down to look at you again, one of her hands grabbing your chin to look up at her. Both of your chests heave from how breathless you’ve made each other.

It’s a moment of acknowledging what you’re doing. Knowing you’re – yet again – in the position that contradicts how you feel about each other outside of your bedrooms. Maybe it’s just you. Maybe it’s just the sleep depravity that’s making you foggy. But you could almost feel a mutual understanding of how the other is feeling. Any lingering antagonistic thoughts you once saw across Abby’s face vanished. You weren’t sure how long this moment would last, so you did the only thing you could think of: freeze.

Her thumb slowly drags against your bottom lip as her gaze flickers from your mouth to your eyes. Your tongue peeps out of your mouth to meet the rough pad of her thumb, swiping across it and coating it with your saliva. She takes the opportunity to enter your mouth, allowing you to suck on it.

Her eyes lock onto your lips. Her mouth parts slightly, almost like she forgot she has control of her face. She’s too enamored by you. Your motions. How your eyes look up at her with your teeth grazing the bottom knuckle.

Fuck, you love her hands, her fingers. The feeling of her thumb grazing the back of your throat as the rest of her hand cups your chin intoxicates you, not being able to think straight. You begin to suck harder as your eyes flutter shut, wanting to savor the feeling and taste of her thumb. And as an attempt to erase the thought of whose thumb is in your mouth. The slight salty taste mixed with the taste of her nearly makes you drool.  

You want more; grabbing her hand, you guided her to replace her thumb with her pointer and middle fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around her fingers as she pushes them further into your mouth. The feeling sends shivers down your spine, eyes rolling back slightly. You feel a spark in your lower abdomen like a lighter trying to ignite a flame.

“Holy fuck,” it comes out as barely a whisper, shock and arousal filling her chest, not intending for you to hear. “You like my fingers down your throat?”

You nod and hum against her in response before she shoves her fingers to the back of your throat, allowing you to swallow onto them. Another groan leaves her chest. She harshly pulls the hair at the base of your skull, making your eyes shoot open and her fingers slip from your mouth, leaving you empty.

Her face lowers to yours to invade your mouth with her tongue again. You graciously accept and moan into her from the sudden shift. She pulls herself off of you with a string of saliva following her lips. You watch as she strips herself of her pants as if they were on fire.

“You gonna fuck me with that mouth?” she asks as she settles into your bed, shoulders resting against your headboard like she belongs there. Like she’s been there a thousand times before.

You give a faux-reluctant nod, shifting to position yourself between her legs. She’s already dripping even without you touching her. The shine of her slick covers her curls and smears to her inner thighs. You’ve never seen her this wet, it makes you salivate. How long has she been wanting you tonight? How long did she wait to text you?

You drag your middle finger from her core to her clit to smear her further. A strong exhale leaves Abby’s nostrils as her eyes shut and teeth grit together.

“Don’t make me fucking wait,” she chokes out.

You restrain your usual quip followed by an eye roll. Mainly because you can’t wait any longer. Feeling her against your tongue emits a moan from both of you. Her head immediately fell back with her mouth agape. You’ve only barely started, yet her breath is already shaking. You latch onto her clit with light suction, swirling lazy and pointed circles into her. The taste of her never fails to intoxicate you. How easily your tongue slips through her makes your legs quiver. Her trembling skin against your hands and shoulders encourages you to be more ruthless. Your tongue steadily laps at her swollen clit as you groan into her.

You can’t help but feel pleased with yourself as you watch the boulder that is Abby Anderson gasp and shudder beneath you.

“Fuck~ you’re always so good at that,” her voice breathy and quivering, unable to get her words out straight. Her praise takes you off guard. It’s not her usual m.o. but you choose not to overthink it. She grabs onto your hair to anchor herself as her hips twitch and buck into you.

Your arm reaches around her leg to attempt to hold her hips down, hand pressing to her lower stomach and hip. Her harsh moan wracks through your room as you plunge your middle finger into her pulsating cunt, mouth still persisting and consistent. You look up to watch her face scrunch and head fall back as her grip in your hair tightens.

“Put another one in,” she rarely whines, but here she is, a gasping and whiny mess beneath you. She’d never go as far as to beg, but this is the closest she has gotten. Her words and harsh breaths feed your ego as well as the strength in your jaw and arm.

Of course, you oblige. Her shaking intensifies, grounding her heels in your mattress to gain leverage to grind against your face and fingers. The curl of your fingers turns her rigid, causing her to pull her bottom lip between her teeth so hard it could bleed. Her abs and arms flexing deliciously, the dim lamp defining her physique more. You can’t help but notice the thin layer of sweat coating her body, the light cascading onto her and painting her gold.

“Don’t—fuck—don’t stop doing that. God I’m already close,” she watches you as you continue to pump into her, curling your fingers perfectly and licking her clit with agonizing precision. Both of her hands pull you into her harder. Her hips grind harshly against your face.

You don’t stop watching her. You can’t. She looks magnetic with her eyebrows raised, red blotchiness hiding her freckles, lip quivering as her mouth gapes open, cursing under her breath, fighting her eyes from rolling back into her skull so she can watch you. Drool streams down your chin and onto your fingers, further lubricating your thrusts. It’s impossible to tell where your saliva ends and her slick begins, both of them mixing into a concoction of pure arousal and primal need; the sloppiness only makes you more lustful. Tension builds and warmth collects in your underwear just from pleasing her. You moan into her core again, sending lightning through Abby’s body.

You watch as her eyes roll back, only the white showing, jaw completely falling slack, and back arching at an impossible angle. Her shaking becomes uncontrollable, legs clamping around your head, cunt contracting around your fingers. She’s cumming, hard. You work her through her orgasm, occasionally feeling harsh twitches from her body until she became limp. When the sensation became too much, she pushed your head off of her and pulled your hair to bring you up to her mouth to kiss you. Her nose and chin slide against yours easily from the amount of each other’s fluids that coat your face, sharing the metallic and sweet taste of her cum.

Your hunger is insatiable, the throbbing in your pants becomes unbearable and all consuming. Her knee pushes against you, shocking you as you didn’t realize you were straddling her leg. A harsh breath pours into Abby’s mouth from the sudden pressure against you, hands flying to her neck and shoulder to steady yourself. Her voice turns into a pleased hum that vibrates your lips.

“I can’t believe you almost didn’t let me come over. You’re so eager tonight,” she lets out nearly as a laugh.

There she is. The person that constantly mocks you and uses her words to demean you. You wish she’d just shut up. It’s embarrassing enough that you let her in your apartment, let alone you basically falling at her feet as her cum is covering your face. Growing impatient, you grind down onto her knee and thigh, the contours of her quad creating the perfect surface for you.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

She hums in amusement, “No.”

You roll your eyes, being reminded of why this is all it will ever be, why it’s all you want it to be,

“Just fuck me already.”

“Bossy.”

She sits up fully and grabs the back of your legs to pull you closer to her hips. Your knees now flush against the mattress, scooting yourself to comfortably straddle her lap. Her hands find the hem of your tank top to yank it off of you, making your breasts fall and bounce slightly from the previous restraint. Without hesitation, Abby kneads one of them and takes the other into her mouth, teeth and tongue grazing your nipple. An involuntary gasp fills your lungs which makes your back arch into her touch. Your hands grab onto her neck and the sides of her face to stop the trembling of your fingers. She looks so at peace as your gasps and heaves continue to echo in the room. She removes her mouth with a pop from releasing her suction. Her eyes meet yours again, deep blue orbs completely covered by the black of her pupils, pulling you in deeper. You pull her face into a kiss to distract yourself from your stomach flipping.

Her hands slide over the arch in your back and onto your ass, cupping and grabbing harshly to pull your hips into a rhythm. Two hard smacks meet the round of your cheek again, earning a yelp from you. A grin stretches across her lips against yours from the embarrassing noise you made. Your pulse makes your clit swell from her agonizing touches. Her nails rake across your ass until she reaches your hips, leaving crescent shaped bruises where her fingers dig into you. Just another thing to remind you of the control she has over you.

“You’re fucking killing me,” you whine into her mouth. You don’t care how pathetic you sound; you can’t take the teasing anymore. She’s always a fucking tease after she finishes.

“You’re so dramatic,” she lets out in a chuckle or a scoff, you can’t quite tell. You don’t have time to figure it out before her hand suddenly slides into your shorts and underwear, where she halts her actions right above your clit.

“This what you want?” asking as if she can’t tell despite your gasp and shaky exhale.

“Please. Yes,” your eyes squeeze shut to avoid seeing her shit-eating grin.

Finally, the large pad of her middle finger drags slow, agonizing circles into your bud. A heavy breath that you didn’t realize you were holding leaves your throat. Her pressure is something nothing and nobody else can replicate. Why does it have to be her that does this to you? Her out of all people.

A string of quiet curses falls from your lips and into her mouth. She’s barely moving. You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s just sitting there, watching you. Watching you, with contentment on her face, become a puddle of frustration as you twitch in her lap. Your clit is still throbbing, her glacial pace causes your hips to twitch and grind against her to feel the friction you craved. She’s fucking infuriating. An involuntary whimper leaves your throat. Before you could try to recover from it, Abby jumps on the opportunity.

“Aw. What’s wrong? Want me to go faster?” Voice drenched in her patronizing tone. Her breath litters over your face which allows you to smell the mouthwash she must have swigged before leaving.

Your pride has completely dissipated, proven by your rapid nodding and string of begging “yes” and “please”. Another sharp smile stretches across her face in satisfaction as her eyes dart across your face to take in your torment. Suddenly, quick and methodical circles are being pressed into your clit. Your hips and thighs start to shake uncontrollably as your grip into her shoulders tightens. The pressure fluttering through your cunt and legs.

“Fuck~ yes—Abby fuck,” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, your words uncontrollable and drenched in desperation.

Your forehead falls to rest onto hers, eyes shut and lip clenched between your teeth as you focus on the sudden, perfect pleasure you’re experiencing. Before you can adjust to it, she moves her hand to plunge her thick fingers into your soaked cunt. They slide in so easily from the nonstop arousal you’ve felt since you saw her in your doorway. The stretch from her causes sudden electricity to surge through your body. Your eyes roll back into your head and mouth falls open as you let out a humiliating moan. She groans against your cheek in response, other hand flying to your hip to guide you with her movements.

“Oh fuck~ you swallow me so well,” her breathy voice, like gravel covered in satin, brushes against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her palm grinds against your clit deliciously as you feel her fingers fill every inch of you. The pressure and friction build you up high enough to hold you at the edge. You start grinding into her hand, chasing the electricity you felt, making her fingers press deeper into you. The sounds you’re making would leave you humiliated any other time, but you couldn’t care less right now as you’re filled to the brim with agonizing pleasure.

“Keep grinding into me. Don’t stop ‘til I tell you.”

You begin to whimper as your hips grind harder into her palm. She curls her fingers to finally press into that spot she knows too well. You involuntarily halt as your body trembles from the familiar jolt of lightning going through you again.

“God—”

“I didn’t say stop,” she interrupts your taste of bliss.

Your whimpering becomes staggered as you try to grind your hips again. Finding a pace is nearly impossible as every movement sends a wave of electricity from your core to your legs. She matches your pace by curling and uncurling her fingers which makes the knot in your abdomen tighten. It becomes too much, the never-ending intensity pushing you further and further near the edge.

“I can’t fucking take it—holy fuck Abby.”

Her eyes burn holes in yours as she watches tears well in your eyes and eyebrows raise.

“You’re gonna take what I give you.”

Her words send shocks through your stomach, making the knot snap. Your eyes roll back again, legs and hips trembling and shaking violently. Instead of steadying or slowing her movements, she begins to rapidly move her hand back and forth to vibrate against your clit and walls. Your eyebrows furrow and mouth falls open, body becoming completely rigid. Your head and face fall into the crook of her neck as your pleasure becomes unbearable. The aftershocks never come as all you’re experiencing is a hurricane of hot, white flashes and vibrations wracking through you. Her actions suddenly stop, leaving you shaking and trembling against her. Both of your bodies are covered in a thin sheet of sweat, sticking to each other as you heave into her neck and chest. Your legs are numb, toes tingling when you try to move.

She grabs your hair to yank you away from her neck and forces you to look at her. You jump as her other hand slides out of your shorts, completely soaked from the act she just committed. Fingers plunge to the back of your throat, making you take in the metallic taste of yourself. By muscle memory, you replicate your previous actions, swirling and sucking relentlessly at her digits. She watches you with continued hunger in her stare, eye contact burning into both of you. With her fingers still occupying your mouth, she pulls you in to share the taste of your cum. Your tongues collide as both of you lick and suck at her fingers until they’re clean. She slips her hand away to grab your throat instead.

“I’m not done with you.”

This statement makes your body run cold, preparing yourself for the overstimulation you’re about to experience.

She grabs your wrists and pulls them to position your hands on your headboard. She’s completely caged in. Is she giving you control? She can’t be.

“What are you—"

Before you could finish, she grabs your hips to lift you up so she can slide down, positioning her face right below your heat as you straddle her. She lets out a slight chuckle from hearing your sudden gasp and seeing the blatant wet patch through your shorts. Your legs continue to lightly tremble as you fight to keep yourself hovering above her.

She reached her thumb up to glide down your slit through the soaked fabric “Damn, I really got you huh?”

“God, will you just shut up?”

Her laugh bounces off your walls. She loves how easily she can get a rise out of you. It’s almost too easy.

“Calm down. My mouth will be busy soon enough.”

Her hands grab your hips to pull you down onto her face as she presses a kiss to your clothed clit, making you involuntarily twitch. You’re still sensitive and she fucking knows it. Her tongue flattens against you as she presses a firm, long lick up the center seam of your shorts. The sensation being a dull, prodding torture. You can feel her chin drag against your clit. Even while you’re sensitive, she still knows how to tease you and make you want more. Her touches are too muted, your shorts feeling thicker than before. More in the way.

“Just take them off,” you practically whine.

She hums against you, amused. Her nails rake against your ass before she spanks you with both of her hands. The harsh slap pushes you forward, nearly making you stand on your knees.

“Go on then, take’em off,” she says this as if it were an obvious answer this whole time, patting the side of your hip. Pretending as if she wouldn’t have restrained you for attempting to move over on your own.

You roll off the bed to finally pull the fabric down your legs. You can feel Abby’s eyes scanning your body as your shorts fall to the floor. You actually get a proper look at her now. She looks like a Renaissance painting lying across your bed, golden light covering her body, emphasizing each and every line created by muscle. Like a Greek deity lounging casually as she impatiently waited for you to return to your original position. You’ll never understand how such a beautiful person can be so infuriating and annoying. You should know better than to stare. Her smugness rips through the moment like a razor.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop staring and get back over here.”

You position yourself above her face again, watching as she gets comfortable beneath you. Her eyes meet yours again, piercing this time, full of something wicked that you can’t quite place. Her eye contact doesn’t waiver as she pulls your weight down for you to sit on her mouth. Her tongue connects with your clit immediately. Your eyes betray you and roll back from the sudden sensation. The harsh pressure against your sensitive bud makes your breathing unsteady from the buzzing in your abdomen.

You fall forward slightly, bracing the headboard as an attempt to ground yourself and give you something to hold onto. The new angle only gave Abby more access to your core and applied even more pressure.

“Oh my god~” your voice drawn out, desperate, wrecked.

Abby hums against you accompanied by another hard slap to your ass, soothing it quickly with a squeeze. The vibration from her humming intensifies the pressure of her tongue and slight graze of teeth. You begin to shake again. Her hands knead and grab at your hips and upper thighs to comfort you through the intensity she’s putting you through. The tingling travels through your legs again, rendering you useless from the unstoppable pleasure.

You start to grind your hips slightly, finding the right pace to inch yourself toward the summit you crave. Abby locks you in place, pulling you further down onto her, your full weight now resting on her mouth. She shakes her head side to side rapidly, creating steady vibrations against your clit again. The feeling shoots through you like a bullet.

“Fuck fuck fuck—Abby fuck.” You’re nothing but a gasping, moaning mess as Abby continues her rabid pace against your cunt.

You feel her groan underneath you, feeling and tasting every inch of you. You can’t deny that you love how pretty she sounds like this. How she finds such pleasure from just touching you and tasting you. Your sheer distaste toward her only makes your body crave her more. Each stroke of her tongue, each moan that falls from her lips and onto your cunt pushes you further and further into bliss.

You start grinding onto her again, needing release. You sit up to grab her hair beneath you to steady her movements

“Don’t stop. I swear to god if you stop.”

You can feel Abby smile against you, letting out another chuckle. While the chuckle sent annoyance to your chest, the additional buzzing is all it took to send you over the edge. The blinding, white, hot waves wrack through you again, making you tense and shake uncontrollably. Again, Abby doesn’t relent, only persists. Her arms wrap around your thighs, completely pulling you down and preventing you from moving. Every time your body begins to fall limp, the pressure from your weight falling into her sends you into rigidity again. Your legs and hips shaking continued to push your body into her. Your moans and gasps become louder as the feeling does not stop. Finally, she releases you, allowing you to fall to the side, limp and heaving.

Abby’s smug chuckle hits your ears again as she sits up to face you, eyes raking down the line of your back to your ass.

“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve seen you cum that hard.”

You don’t even have the energy to snap at her. Your limbs feel like jelly. Small twitches thump against your skin. She collapses next to you, laying on her back with her arms up behind her head. Your eyes open lazily to see her face wet and shiny, your cum coating her chin. You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh from how wrecked you are. You roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

“I think that was your best so far,” you say followed by another faint laugh.

“How flattering,” she says sarcastically.

She sits up after catching her breath and collects her clothes. You watch as she pulls her shirt on, making you miss your view of endless valleys of skin and muscle. As each layer is added to her body again, her tough exterior accompanies it.

It’s silent. Not awkward. Not charged. Just calm. These are the only times the two of you are at peace. It’s nice. However, it’s fragile.

“Can you hand me my shirt and shorts,” you request flatly. You expect her to say something like “I’m not your bitch” or just a plain “no”, but surprisingly, she tosses you your shirt without any snarky quip.

“You need new shorts. Those are kinda… ruined,” she says as though it’s an apology instead of an achievement. This is new. “Where are your other ones?”

“You—you’re getting me new shorts?” you ask puzzled and hesitantly with a scoff as you sit up.

“Fucking hell, don’t make it a big thing,” immediately annoyed.

Your hands fly up as a surrender, and instead of pressing further, you just point to the top drawer of your dresser. Again, without a word, she grabs a pair, holding them with her eyebrow cocked as a way of asking if they were what you wanted. After you confirm, she tosses them at you.

Pulling her sweatshirt on, she watches you dress. After your head pops out of the neck of your shirt, your eyes meet again, lingering longer than either of you would ever admit to another. Abby’s the one to break it, diverting her gaze to the door.

“Anyways. See you later?” she asks as casually as if this were a study group and you were done for the night. Her lazy excuse of a goodbye.

“Maybe.”

Her eyes roll as she reaches your doorway, “Whatever you say.”

You can hear her footsteps lightly thumping through your apartment followed by your front door opening and closing. The air shifts, only slightly, but still noticeable. Your sheets are still warm from where she was laying. Her scent still lingers. You can still feel her against your skin instead of underneath it.

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this is my first ever fic. please be kind. pairing: bestfriend!abby x reader word count: 5.3k synopsis: after your girlfriend breaks up with you, you decide to use your best friend of 2 years to make her jealous cw: top!abby, bottom!reader, switch!abby, switch!reader, oral sex (r!receiving, abby!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), semi-public sex, slight choking, face grinding, demanding (?)

graphic content: minors and men DNI!

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“This is so stupid,” Abby chuckles with her eyebrow cocked. Your best friend of 2 years after meeting at a karaoke bar with mutuals.

 You immediately noticed her size as she towered over everyone with her height and muscular physique. Her body is insane; arms large and defined enough to show through the long sleeve shirt she was wearing, and thighs as big as your waist. While her body was the first thing you noticed, you weren’t blind to how beautiful she was. Her blue eyes sharp yet gentle, nose striking and strong, her full lips that tug into an adorable smile as she laughs, her skin clear and soft in the purple and blue lights of the dive you were in. She’s stunning.

You two bonded over the same music and shows while sharing the same sense of humor, laughing at your friends’ renditions of bad pop songs. You exchanged numbers at the end of the night, leading to texting every day. Nothing romantic or sexual ever came from your friendship, it was just an immediate bond that couldn’t be explained.

“No, it’s not! You know how bad she was to me,” you say in a drawled-out whine as you push her arm.

“Yeah. Which is why I kept trying to convince you she was horrible and to leave her,” her voice being stern while huffing out a laugh.

Tris, your ex-girlfriend of 6 months. Abby never liked her; she hated her pissy attitude and brooding face during every hang out. She would look at you and Abby with a confused face when you guys would exchange jokes. Abby kept telling you how muted she had made you. You always thought she was being dramatic, and it wasn’t until Tris broke up with you because you “prioritize Abby more than your own girlfriend” that you realized Abby was right.

“Yeah yeah I know,” you let out in a monotone annoyed voice as you roll your eyes. “You’ve given me the whole ‘I told you so’ speech a thousand times. Which is WHY I have to get her back,” you huff in exclaim as your hands shuffle through the hangers in your closet, holding shirts up and putting them back as they weren’t hot enough.

“What makes you think she’s even gonna be there?” she slightly shakes her head and throws her hand up in question, grasping at any straws that could get her out of this.

“Because she always goes to Leah’s parties, you know that,” you continue to sort through your closet to find the shirt Tris always loved.

Abby scoffs and sighs as she crosses her arms with a hesitant look on her face, looking at her feet. You put your head down and walk over to her.

“Look, I’m sorry for being so pushy,” you say genuinely. “But wouldn’t it be great to see her fuming after all the shit she put me through?” you put your hand on her shoulder in a slap and cock your head to the side while narrowing your eyes. She watches the desperation grow stronger on your face. She knows you’re not going to stop asking until she caves. Abby throws her head back, arms still crossed and lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Fiiine, I’ll do it. But you owe me.”

A squeal bursts out of your wide smile as you throw your arms around her shoulders and neck.

“Thank you thank you thank you! I swear, you’ll get whatever you want after this,” you run back to your closet to continue your search.

Abby lets out a chuckle as she rolls her eyes and sinks onto your bed.

“God, I’m gonna regret this,”

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You’re dressed in a black mesh top with a black bra underneath, fishnets, and the shortest, tightest pair of shorts you owned. Dramatic and precise wings line your eyes accompanied by black smoky shadow and glitter that coat your lids. Your one expensive perfume sticks to the scented lotion on your skin and pulse points, emitting a sweet and musky aroma everywhere you walked. Confidence radiates from you, you feel like nothing could possibly ruin the high you feel right now. Abby let you dress her, as she didn’t know what “look hot” meant in your instructions. You put her in a black t-shirt with sleeves that hug her biceps, ripped dark wash straight leg jeans, a leather jacket, and black boots. With persistent begging, you convinced her to let you put her hair half up rather than in her signature braid. The only compromise being that she wouldn’t accessorize, the most she was willing to do was hang her keys on her belt loop. You have to admit, she looks very hot. Abby never put much effort into her appearance, it made her feel awkward and conceited. To see her so put together and as the epitome of masc, you couldn’t help but stare. Your attraction to her has always lingered, but you loved her too much as a friend to even try to pursue it.

When you walked in, the party was in full swing. Colored lights, dancing and sweating bodies, and the music vibrating through the entire house. It was hot and humid from all the people; it was impossible to walk without having to squeeze through people. You look over at Abby, whose face had “overstimulation” written all over it. You grab her hand to get her attention; you lean up toward her ear.

“Wanna go to the kitchen to get drinks?” you attempt to shout over the music. Abby quickly nods, noticing the kitchen has significantly more room to stand.

You continue to hold Abby’s hand to not lose her in the crowd. Her hand large and strong, gripping yours firmly. You guide her through the crowd toward the kitchen.

After seemingly endless “sorry”s and “excuse me”s, you finally make it to the counter and find a half full bottle of vodka accompanied by a 2 liter of Coke. You pour yourself and Abby a mixture of the two into solo cups. You hand one to Abby who takes a sip.

“Remind me to never let you make our drinks ever again, you fucking suck at it,” she says as she winces and furrows her eyebrows from how strong the drink is. You laugh and hit her arm.

“Hey! I figured you’d need something strong to help me do this.” You explain as a half attempt to make her forgive your horrible drinks.

The sting of the alcohol hits the back of your throat as you begin to scan the crowd, looking for Tris or any friends of hers. No luck. You and Abby decide to plant yourselves next to the counter while attempting to act as regular party goers. The two of you laugh at the terrible dancers that populate the makeshift dance floor. For a second, you could swear that Abby is actually having a good time, and surprisingly you are too.

As the night goes on, multiple drinks are downed, creating a buzz in your head. Neither you nor Abby spot your intended target, frustration begins to grow inside your chest as you secretly hope you didn’t waste your outfit and makeup. The mixture of your buzz and disappointment make you feel heavy. Abby nudges your arm, interrupting your pity party. You look at her as she nods toward the wall behind you. You look over and see her across the room. Tris, leaning against the wall, talking with friends, arm lazily draped over another girl’s shoulders. Your ego is bruised, not realizing how quickly she was able to move on. You nod and purse your lips in bitter acceptance of the sight. Abby notices your face drop which only angers her. She hurts for you and hates that someone could be so inconsiderate and horrible to you.

“Let’s go dance,” Abby says in your ear suddenly, having a newly found confidence from her resentment and slight buzz. You’re shocked by her proposal, she hates dancing, always has. Before you could question it, Abby is dragging you by your arm to the middle of the dance floor.

“Are you sure?” you shout toward Abby as you arrive at a slightly open spot. She looks at you and nods with a shrug.

“Fuck it. And fuck her,” you almost didn’t recognize her. She looked so confident, so determined. You liked it.

Your hips start to sway a bit, getting used to the rhythm. You admit it, you’re a bit stiff. The confidence that once filled your body was jaded by seeing Tris with someone else. Your gaze keeps drifting towards her, only torturing yourself more. Abby notices your eyeline, she shifts you both so that your back faces Tris. She leaned toward your ear:

“You’re really not gonna let some bitch ruin your night, are you?”

You look up at Abby, her face radiating with smugness and challenge, she always knew how to egg you on and bring out your stubbornness. It gave you the confidence to really dance. You swing your hips more confidently and skillfully, moving your hands up your body landing in your hair to fluff it a bit. Abby watches you while swaying to the beat. She couldn’t believe how hot you looked, seeing you in your element looking so carefree. The heat of her body gets closer to you; she moves her hands onto your hips and waist. You face her as you make eye contact, her eyes piercing and showing awe. Your hands meet her shoulders, gliding them across her collar bones and chest while continuing to dance. A smile creeps onto Abby’s face as she follows your lead, moving her body with yours. She glances up and notices Tris glaring from across the room. Their eyes meet, creating tension from tens of feet away. Abby glares and chuckles cockily.

“Your girl is staring,” she says while still holding eye contact with Tris. This sparks something in you. A wave of vengeance and resentment rushes through you all at once. Every time Tris made you feel stupid or crazy rushes through your mind. How she replaced your interests with hers, making you think they were shared between you. Her trying to tell you that Abby was only trying to come between you two. Her flirting with girls in front of you and then making you feel crazy for getting mad. The memories feel like flashes through your mind, it was dizzying. You look at Abby with a small smirk and narrow eyes.

“Good.”

You press your body into Abby’s; the two of you collide as your arms sling around her neck. She takes the hint and wraps her arms around your waist, making her rest her face in the crook of your neck. You had expected to feel awkward in this position. Being best friends for years, you never even did anything more than a casual hug when saying bye to each other, and now you’re in a position that couldn’t get your bodies closer. Maybe it was just the alcohol loosening both of you up. Her arms flex, making you feel her strength as she presses you further into her embrace. Heat fills your body, a knot forming in your chest and stomach. The smell of pine mixed with vodka and mint meet your nose, intoxicating you, making your buzz stronger. Her nose and mouth run across your neck as you both continue to sway and push yourselves against each other. You pull back, suddenly feeling nervous to be so close to her. Your faces are close, too close. The look in her eyes inviting you in, putting you in a trance. Thoughts are speeding through your head as the fear of messing up your friendship creeps into your chest.

You turn your back to Abby, attempting to create some sort of barrier, still within her grasp she grips your hips to pull you against her again. Her abs flex through her shirt against your back as she continues to move her body against yours with the rhythm of whatever song was playing. You can’t get yourself to focus on the music anymore. Tris is erased from your memory. All that you know is how good your best friend feels against you, how the sweat of her hands sticks to your waist, how the smell of secondhand smoke clings to her shirt. You start to grind into her. Your eyes close, focusing on the feeling, the rest of the party melting away. The vibrations of the music travel through your body from the floor. Fire and electricity were radiating from your body from the feeling of Abby’s hands gripping your hips to grind against you, mixing with the heat and sweat. You bring your hand up to grab the side of her neck to pull her face down to the crook of your neck once again. You can feel her breath and soft lips brush against you. She hums against your neck, giving you goosebumps and making you gulp.

“You smell good,” she says breathily in your ear, causing you to shiver as you let out a hum. You firm your hold on her neck, tangling your fingertips into her hair. Her hands roam to your sides and your stomach. The thought of her stopping felt like torture. You tilt your head to give her more access to your exposed skin. She accepts the invitation and presses her lips to your neck, kissing it up and down. A soft moan leaves your lips which earns a smile and tightened grip from Abby. She bites your ear, making you gasp.

You quickly turn to face her, face red and hot from feeling her against you and the heat of the room. Her pupils are blown as they dart across your face, taking in your flustered appearance. Both of your breaths are heavy and fast. She looked so beautiful. Her once neat, styled hair has loosened from dancing as she now has stray pieces falling in her face. A thin layer of sweat covers her forehead making her glisten under the lights. You wanted to savor the sight forever. Your mind is racing; you didn’t care if what you were about to do ruined your friendship. The intense feeling of need growing stronger; you crave her, more than you ever have for another person. All the moments of suppressing your want for her bottled up into this one moment. You can’t take it anymore.

You grab the nape of her neck and crash her lips into yours. She gasps and quickly matches your pace. The entire room fades away into nothing. The kiss hungry, needy, dripping with desire. You want to drown in her, feel her like this forever. She kisses you like it could end at any moment, fast and rushed. Your hands find their way to her hair, tangling themselves to graze across her scalp. Her hands trace up your back, you can feel how large they are, taking up every inch of your shoulder blades then gliding back down. She grabs your ass as she groans, squeezing it and pulling you closer. You smile into the kiss and hum. You love how much she wants you, how bad she needs to feel every inch of your body. In this moment she’s yours, and you’re hers. She moves your hair to one side, giving her access to your neck once again. She leans down to bite it, soothing it with her tongue and lips. You moan embarrassingly loud at such a mild touch. Abby’s lips curl into a smile against your neck.

“You sound so pretty,” she breathes in a smug tone. Desperation floods your mind and body; you want more. You need more.

“Please, Abby, I need more of you,” you begin to whine.

Without saying a word, you feel her grab your hand and begin to guide you through the crowd toward the stairs. As you climb to the second floor, you glance over to where Tris was standing; she’s still staring. She’s fuming, eyes wide and jaw clenched. You keep eye contact and throw her a smug smirk. Your glance moves up to Abby, still leading you with a clear purpose: find an empty room. In the corner of your eye, you see a couple leaving one of the bedrooms. Abby sees it and darts over.

She yanks you into the room and slams the door behind you. She crowds you against the door, kissing you messily once again, her hand blindly fumbling for the lock. Her hands plant themselves on both side of your face. You moan into the kiss, taken off guard by Abby’s skillful mouth. You’re reminded of how warm she felt, how strong she was. Your hands travel up to feel her arms, her biceps flex and stretch at the sleeves of her shirt. Bending down, she snakes her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. You gasp and instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. The structured fabric of her jeans rub against you, you hum into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Abby,” you moan breathlessly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you like this,” she groans in between sloppy kisses.

Only you did know, you’ve wanted her since you met her, you just never allowed yourself to think it or admit it. The mutual longing was bound to explode eventually, you just didn’t know it would be like this. Rushed and messy at a party from attempting to make your ex-girlfriend jealous.

Abby carries you over to the bed. Already messy from – what you assume – the couple before. Neither of you care, you just need each other. She lowers you onto the bed, hovering over you with both hands on either side of your head. You move your hands to her waist, her shirt had ridden up, giving you the opportunity to feel her hot skin. Your hands roam her body, feeling the contours of her toned back and stomach. She moans at the feeling of your hands on her. You need more.  Tugging at the hem of her shirt, you attempt to take it off. She sits up, pulling at the back of it and over her head. You watch in awe as her arms and stomach flex just from simply taking off her shirt. You’re in disbelief as you get to see her like this. The feeling of what can only be described as envy creeps into you, pointed at every girl that got to see her like this when you had to wait years.

Abby was reserved when it came to sex. She was never into hookup culture; she saved all of it for when she was in relationships and situationships. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have extensive experience, she does. She just always wanted to keep it between herself and someone she knew. You used to tease her about it, but you secretly admired that about her. How she enjoys taking care of people. All making you trust her.

Abby lowers herself onto you again, placing her leg between yours and kissing you again. Her lower thigh presses against your core, applying pressure in the most delicious way making you gasp.

“Fuck~” you breathe. Hearing this only motivates her more. She pushes her leg against you again but with more pressure. It was as if you had never had sex before; she’s barely doing anything and you’re already a mess. You can feel how wet you are just from kissing this woman. Abby continues to rub herself against you as you gasp and moan in her ear.

“I’m barely touching you baby. How’re you gonna sound for me when I fuck you?” she chuckles while watching you writhe and squirm beneath her.

Your nails dig into her back as an attempt to anchor yourself. You start to grind up against her leg to match her rhythm, pressing your thigh between her legs. She groans, signaling that you hit the right spot and encouraging you do it again, earning the same reaction. Her eyes darken in a way you had never seen before. She craves you just as much as you crave her. She clenches her jaw and closes her eyes as she pushes her forehead against yours. You both continue to grind your thighs against each other's heat, the friction causing agonizing pleasure while teasing you both. If she feels this good with clothes on, you can only imagine what she feels like without them. Both of you are sweating and gasping into each other’s mouth.

“God, I can’t fucking take it anymore,” she says as she sits up, unbuttoning your shorts with shaky hands. You sit up on your elbows watching her fumble with the button and zipper. Was she nervous? Or does she just want you so bad that she’s shaking? She finally rips your shorts down your legs, throwing them behind her. Abby freezes at the sight of you with lacey black underwear and fishnets at her disposal. Her eyes wide and dark as she grazes her hands up your thighs. The contrast of the rough strings against your soft skin glides against her fingers. It sends a shiver up your spine feeling her and watching her like this.

“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n,” she says as she drags her stare up your body landing on your face. You blush and smile, gaining confidence.

“What? All of a sudden you’re quiet?” you tease, enjoying every moment of Abby Anderson being flustered and bewildered at the sight of you.

“Shut the fuck up,” she says sternly as she leans up to kiss you again. The kiss was even more sloppy than before. You try to touch her stomach again, but she grabs your hands harshly and pins them above your head with one hand. Pulling back, she watches as your eyes go wide and breath quickens. Nerves and butterflies fill your gut as the heat in your core begins to swell. A smile slings across Abby’s face as the realization set in.

“Oh, you like this huh? You like when I’m a little rough with you?” Her smooth, low, taunting voice teases you as her eyebrows furrow.

You nod quickly, too turned on to feel embarrassed by your eagerness. She smiles again as she hums, bringing her other hand to your throat squeezing lightly, making her grip firm, testing what she can do with you. Your eyes flutter closed, absorbing the pressure of her weight against both your throat and your wrists. It’s too much, agonizing; you need her to touch you. A low chuckle falls from her throat, taunting you. She lets go of your neck as she traces her hand down the length of your torso, gliding her middle finger across your skin lightly. Goosebumps rise across your skin from her touch. She reaches your heat, lightly pushing against your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” she practically moans. While she would want to tease you more, she can’t take the sight of you anymore without fucking you. She releases your wrists from her grasp to give her attention to something more dire. Abby’s impatience grows. She grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor to be eye level with your core. Before you have time to process what’s happening, you feel your fishnets rip with an unbelievable amount of force. You look down in bewilderment as you watch Abby hungrily rip your fishnets to shreds. She doesn’t even take the time to pull your underwear down as she shifts them to the side. You watch her head dip between your legs as she licks one long stripe up your core.

A drawled-out moan fills the room as your head tilts back once again and your eyes shut. Abby begins to swirl gentle circles around your clit as she anchors your hips down with her arm wrapped around you. You grab her hair as a reflex to the new feeling, already sensitive from the friction earlier, you feel yourself trying to buck your hips. Abby’s grip on you was firm and solid, wriggling was no use. She watched as you were helplessly writhing. She began to lap at your core with expertise, applying slow and steady pressure.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” you gasp and whine as you bite your hand from the pleasure. The sounds you were letting out were nothing short of pornographic. Abby sucks at your clit while using her tongue to flick. Your body starts shaking uncontrollably as you already feel your high approach. You feel her hum in amusement which only intensified the pleasure. Both of your hands fly to her hair to steady her movements with a tight grip. As soon as you think you couldn’t feel better than this, you feel Abby sink one of her fingers into you. Your back arches immediately, jaw falling slack. She begins to gently pump her finger in and out of you causing the perfect amount of pressure and stretch. A string of profanities leaves your lips.

“God Abby please don’t stop, I’m so close,” you beg frantically.

Her pace stays steady without faltering. You can’t contain yourself anymore as you feel yourself unwind. White flashes over you as your eyes roll back and body becomes flexed and rigid. You shake and writhe beneath Abby’s firm grip, you can feel her bicep flex as she struggles to hold you down. You ride out your high as she begins to slow her pace. Your body falls slack against the bed.

“Holy fuck,” you breath out in heaves as you try to catch your breath.

You hear Abby laugh as she crawls back up your body. Looking at her, you see your slick all over her mouth. She kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself mixed with the remanence of vodka on her breath. She brings her finger up to your mouth having you suck on it to savor the flavor of yourself.

“You see how good you taste? You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” Abby coos in your ear.

Tasting yourself spawned curiosity as to how Abby tasted. You pull Abby in for another hungry kiss. You want her more than ever, make her feel as good as she made you feel. You crave to see her shake and feel her grip your head with her thighs. You eagerly push Abby onto her back. Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you straddle her. You lean down to kiss her again; she holds onto your face firmly as you stabilize yourself on her chest. She sits up allowing you to sit on her lap and tugs at the hem of the mesh shirt you were still wearing, lifting it over your head.

“Can I take this off?” Abby asks as she grazes at the hem of your bra with her fingers.

You nod, watching her unclasp the back with ease allowing the fabric to fall. Abby couldn’t get enough of you. She swiftly grabs one of your tits and brings it to her mouth, sucking and nipping gently. You hold onto her neck, tilting your head back and closing your eyes with pleasure. You almost forget what your objective is but realize quickly.

You push her onto her back as you scoot down to unbutton her jeans. She props herself on her elbows to watch you, eyes wide and wanting. You slowly drag the fabric down her muscular legs and discard the jeans to the side. A wet patch is painted on her boxers, you lightly graze your thumb over it curiously, feeling her folds through the wet fabric. Abby jolts and groans as her hand flies to your arm that’s resting on her thigh. Quickly looking up at her, you look for any signs of her wanting you to stop, but her head was back, and her eyes closed with her jaw clenched.

“Don’t tease,” she lets out through gritted teeth.

A smile spreads across your face, showing your understanding. She’s already sensitive. You wrap your fingers around the waistband of her boxers and slowly pull them down. She’s so beautiful. Her core glistening from want, her blond curls framing them, the muscles in her legs clenching; you run your middle finger down her core lightly out of pure admiration and curiosity. Abby gasps, gripping your arm tighter followed by another groan. She props herself up again and grabs your chin harshly.

“What did I say? Stop teasing,” she says in a stern voice. She quickly let go of your jaw and now remains propped up on her elbows, watching.

You make eye contact with her as your mouth stretches into a wide grin. You’re excited to see what other reactions you can get out of her. You lower your head to slowly drag your tongue up and down Abby’s core.

“Oh fuck~” she drawls out under her breath as it hitches.

A smirk threatens to show on your face as all you want to do is continue to hear how pretty she’s being. You start to lap slow messy circles around Abby’s clit. Her hips start to twitch and slightly buck. You attempt to anchor her, but you hold no chance against her strength. She reaches down to move your hair out of your face and holds it back in a tight grip.

“Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes,” she huffs out.

You oblige and look up at her, and fuck is it a pretty sight. Her hair has now almost completely come down, allowing you to see her long dirty blonde hair around her face. The sweat glistening across her face and abs makes you feel like you’re in a movie from how beautiful and planned this all seems. Her face is flushed, lips puffy, and pupils completely blown wide. You can’t think of anything else that could possibly compete with this view.

“Fuck, there you are,” she breathes.

You feel Abby slowly start to grind on your face, holding onto your hair and head to steady you. Her chest rises and falls harder than before, her breath getting faster and heavier. The grinding of her hips quickens as she practically using your face as a toy. Her eyebrows are permanently furrowed, eyes closed and nose scrunching occasionally as she tries to find the right pace. You continue to lap and apply steady pressure to her clit. Your tongue dips lower into her opening as your nose nudges against her clit. Abby’s entire body tightens, legs clamping around your head in a jolt.

“Stay like that. Don’t fucking stop until I tell you,” Abby demands in a harsh yet needy voice.

She continues to grind against your face as you maintain your technique and positioning. You can feel her legs begin to shake and movements become sloppy; she’s close. You can’t stop watching her. She’s like a drug, and with every movement and noise she makes, you keep getting higher. Her grip in your hair gets tighter and harsher, her moans and breath are becoming more jagged and raspy. She quickens her pace, chasing her high using your tongue.

“Oh fuck, y/n I’m gonna cum,” she cries out as a plea for you to not stop.

You can taste her finish. You watch as her back arches and legs tighten around your head. Her face contorts into pure bliss as her mouth gapes open, movements becoming rigid and slight. You start to move your head rapidly, mimicking the pace she set before.

“Holy fuck, holy fucking fuck,” she lets out in a panic, sitting up completely and eyes shooting open, but you didn’t stop.

You continued to chase her as she attempted to scoot herself away. You laugh against her, sending vibrations through her body. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t stop twitching. It was too much. She harshly yanks you off by your hair, desperate to get a break from the overstimulating pleasure. Her body falls limp as she breathes heavily and twitches slightly. She pulls you up to her by your hair, kissing you lazily and sloppily. You lay on her, tangling your legs between hers and running your hand through her hair waiting for her to come down.

“Jesus Christ,” she lets out in a chuckle.

You laugh with her as you press your lips onto her neck. Both of you are sticky with sweat, faces flushed and blotchy with red. You still can’t believe what just happened. You don’t think she can either.

“So, uh, you think our plan worked?” you ask jokingly.

“Uh yeah, I fucking think it did,” Abby laughs.

You both lay there, in bliss and silence. You don't talk about what just occurred, you can deal with that at a different time. All the both of you know is that you're with each other, and that's good enough.

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