Smoking scene with ellie and dina but instead with abby muahaha
CW: boot licking, d/s undertones, fem reader, top!abby, bottom! reader, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), porn with plot, weed smoking, ABBY IS A MUNCHERR, humiliation/degradation/praise, lowkenuinely piss kink (WHO SAID THAT)
The snow fell hard, thick wet flakes sticking to the ground like glue. The wind thrashed around violently, causing your hair to whip in your face. The frozen strands stinging your cheeks. The squall blurred your vision further, altering your balance. You held on to Abby tightly, lest you be lost forever to nature's brutality.
A building had come into sight, like a glittering mirage in miles of hot desert. Abby recognized the worn library. She had apparently been several times over the course of the years, sneaking out to party with her friends. That didn’t sound like the Abby you knew now, but you held your comment.
You both hastily made your way inside, pushing open the doors and closing them quickly.
You sighed, grateful to be out of the harsh wind and cold as you wiped the excess snow off your beat-up jacket. It had more than a few holes and offered little shelter from the freezing air.
Abby was still on high alert, scoping out the library with her usual careful precision. She handled everything with such care and intensity. Watching her closely, your stomach did flips.
You had only met Abby this year and were still considered a newbie to the Salt Lake crew. The two of you had become friends quickly, bonding over her vast collection of worn books. Abby let you borrow any that you wanted as long as you kept her up to date with your thoughts. She even encouraged you to notate, responding to her little comments in the margins.
The two of you spent a lot of your free time together. Abby was always very conscious of you, knowing your schedule and where to find you when you needed quiet. She kept a list in her mind of all the things you liked. Bringing back lavendar scented soap from patrols, or grabbing you an extra roll from the canteen. Your feelings for her progressed rather quickly.
Abby reappeared, signaling that everything was clear. She always made sure you were safe.
You looked around the open space, rows of heavy bookshelves full of rotting books. You hummed wistfully, imagining an earlier world where you and Abby could spend hours in the quiet library reading together.
The two of you fell into a steady rhythm of sweeping for supplies. The library, though threadbare, had a larger stockpile than you had thought. Abby had mentioned that some older ex-fireflies would hang out here after patrols.
You found yourselves combing through the bookcases, picking one or two to bring home in your pack.
Abby noticed suddenly that one of the bookcases against the wall was blocking a door. The two of you shared a look. Your curiosity was piqued. She positioned herself, using the strength in her arms and back to push the heavy bookcase out of the way. You cursed the thick jacket she wore for blocking the view of her muscles contracting as she worked.
Warmth spread in your belly as you watched, eyes wide….”Do you need help?” you asked meekly.
She let out a breathy chuckle as she finished pushing, smirking at you, “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, sweetheart.”
You swallowed thickly at the pet name, as she turned the door handle.
“Wait!!” you exclaimed. She turned, eyebrows perked up.
"We don’t know what’s in there,” you fussed.
She smirked again, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep us safe.” You believed her wholeheartedly, face flushing.
The door opened to a staircase leading to a basement. You both walked down the concrete staircase slowly, your boots echoing loudly.
You broke the silence, "What do you think is down here?" you asked Abby genuinely.
You could hear the smile in her voice, "It's obviously a sex dungeon."
You scoffed loudly, slapping her shoulder. "I hope it’s a sex dungeon," you joke lightly. Abby snorts, turning her head to look at you behind her. Her blonde braid whipping down her back, you suppressed the urge to tug.
"You're a freak", she says, a wide smile lighting up her face. You can't contain your matching grin.
Abby approaches the doorway at the bottom of the stairs with you in tow. She presses her side to the door, her hands gripping the pistol, shoulders cocked back taught. Abby shoots you a look over her shoulder, nodding to you silently. You nod back. She pushes the door open with her right hand. You hold your breath in anticipation. You hear abby’s laughter fill the hall.
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, peeking behind her shoulder to find the room filled with rows of dead weed plants.
…“What the hell?” you say in between laughter.
Abby looks to you, “Looks like we were both wrong.”
The two of you enter the room, Abby still cautious. She scanned the room efficiently as you roamed around in wonder. There were hundreds of plants. Some fully grown and suspended from the ceiling to dry. Others just seedlings placed under growing lights. All left neglected, you wondered for how long.
Paraphernalia littered the room, tall bongs, short ones, even a bong with a gas mask attached to it. You snorted to yourself, that is quite inventive you thought.
Abby’s voice broke your train of thought. “Looks like we weren’t too far off,” she said, holding up old VHS tapes.
Your eyebrows raised in confusion, walking closer to her. Her shoulder brushed yours.
“Dong of the wolf,” she snorted, “Smash Brandi’s cooch.”
You looked at her, puzzled. “Porn films,” she smirks.
Your mouth formed an O shape before laughing loudly, “That is incredibly stupid,” you muttered.
She smiled. You moved over near the couch, a table sat in front with a jar filled with cones.
“Here we go”, you said as you reached for the jar.
“Does weed you go bad?” you asked. Abby shrugged in response. You shrugged back and went to open the lid, failing miserably. It was practically glued on.
Abby watched your struggle in amusement, “Having a hard time there?” she teased.
You scoffed, handing the jar to her abruptly, “Go ahead then, show off.”
She took the jar from you, smirking. “I will”.
At some point, her jacket had been shrugged off. You watched as the veins in her hands popped with exertion, the muscles in her arms tightening. You nearly drooled. She opened it rather easily, looking up at you with a cocky grin on her face.
“I loosened it for you,” you griped.
She hummed in agreement, sitting down on the couch, “Might as well get comfortable,” she commented. Taking a joint from the jar.
“We’re gonna be stuck for a while, right?”, you asked, sitting down too. An entire cushion distance away from her.
She looked over at you, “Totally trapped”, wiggling her eyebrows, gesturing to the joint. She fished for a lighter from inside her bag. Abby brought the filter up to her lips, lighting the tip of the joint.
You pushed your hair behind your ears, biting your lip in anticipation. Abby inhaled deeply before exhaling, broad shoulders slackening.
She handed the joint over to you, fingers brushing. You hit it gingerly, coughing only slightly, before passing it back. You welcomed the familiar feeling of lightness washing over your body. Everything loosened, giggling and chittering with Abby as you passed the joint back and forth.
She looked at you closely, "Can I ask you a question?" she asked somewhat earnestly.
You nodded, eyes transfixed on her beautiful face.
Blue eyes twinkling with mischief, "Do you remember that night when you kissed me?"
Your face flushed, heart sinking. The stinging feeling of humiliation washing over you. You had willed yourself to forget about that night.
You had been incredibly drunk, stumbling to your room alone after a night of drinking with the Salt Lake crew. Abby suddenly appeared at your side. Steadying you with an arm around your waist and chivalrously walking you home.
She helped unlock your door, walking you in. Before, much to your horror, you threw up on her boots. The contents splattering all over the tile of your kitchen floor. She had swiftly moved you to the bathroom, holding your hair back gently and rubbing soothing circles on your back. You hysterically cried and blubbered endless apologies as she soothed you.
You had seen another side of Abby that night, squinting up at her blearily from the toilet lid, the harsh lighting making a halo out of her golden hair.
Later that night, after she had tucked you in, you had begged her to stay with you. She lay next to you, telling a story of antics from when she was a teenager. You watched her lips intently, willing yourself to not be dizzy.
You thought of how soft the plush pink would feel on your skin, a warm feeling spreading over your entire body. Your body moved without thought, leaning your face forward and kissing her softly.
Her eyes widened, not expecting the contact. She pulled away slowly from you, not wanting to take advantage of your drunken state. She brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.
She smiled softly at you, "You need to sleep". In that moment, your mind was too preoccupied by the feeling of her lips to even process any feeling of embarrassment. You fell asleep quickly as Abby petted your head. Waking up mortified as you turned over to two pills and a glass of water by your bedside. A small note scribbled, "Take these or else."
You attempted and failed to school your face into a neutral expression. Her smile widened wolfishly.
You groaned and covered your face, “Please, Abby, don’t do this to me,” your voice muffled by your hands.
She laughed loudly, a boisterous sound. “Why not?” she teased, “You’re the one who kissed me.”
“I was hoping you forgot, and we would never mention it, ever.” You moaned in embarrassment.
She shook her head at you, amused, “I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you, sweetheart.”
Your stomach flipped again at the pet name, you pulled your hands away from your face, looking up at her through your lashes. “You make me wanna go back outside in that blizzard.”
“No one is stopping you”, she smirked
You scoffed, willing yourself to look away from her. She watched you intently. A softer look took over her face, and she shook her head.
“What if I don’t want to forget?” She paused, shifting closer to you, “Do you still want to kiss me?”
You looked at her with wide eyes, unbelieving. You nodded yes quickly.
“Words, angel,” she said firmly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
Your whole body was buzzing, the weed making you feel like you were floating. Your panties were definitely soaked. You drew in a deep breath. “Yes, yes, please.”
Her face was so close to yours. You could see every freckle dotting her pretty face, the length of her fluttering lashes. You felt her breath fanning your flushed face as she leaned in, connecting her lips to yours.
You kissed her back enthusiastically. Shifting quickly, pulling yourself onto her lap without daring to disconnect your lips from hers.
Abby smiled into your mouth, “Eager,” she chuckled, pulling you closer into her by your waist. You whimpered at the feeling of her hands finally on you.
She licked into you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into her. Her steady hands began to roam over your curves, sliding down to your ass and squeezing the flesh there, before heading to the front and palming your large breasts. You were already panting.
She pulled away quickly, a string of spit connecting your lips, “Can I take this off?” she grunted.
You acted quickly, tugging at the hem of your shirt and bringing it over your head, left in your bra. She looked at you hungrily, "This too,” she rasps. Reaching behind you to undo the clasp. Your heavy breasts spill out, the cold air tightening your nipples instantly.
She growled at the sight, quickly taking them in her large grasp, pulling at your sensitive nipples.
You throw your head back, whining. She took the opportunity to lick up your now open throat. Her teasing tongue made its way back down, leaving sloppy kisses on your breasts, before sucking down harshly. Your nails sank into her broad shoulders, grinding down desperately in her lap. Easily becoming lost in her touch.
She pulls away slightly, looking at your face, “God, you’re so pretty, baby,” she rasps.
“Fuck abs,” you pant, “Please touch me,” you whine impatiently.
She smiles, “Yeah, you want me to touch you, baby,” she says, still tweaking your nipples. You roll your hips again, taking your lip between your teeth.
Her hand moves to the back of your head, gripping your hair in her fist tightly. Bringing her lips to the shell of your ear, “Gotta make sure you’ll listen first,” she paused pressing more kisses onto your neck, “That you’ll be good for me.”
You nodded fervently, “I'll do anything, please.”
She grinned at your breathy voice, “Anything? Hm?”, she chuckled. Having you exactly where she wants you, “Then get on your knees, baby,” she mumbled.
You quickly climb down from her lap. Kneeling onto the small carpet in front of the couch, just in front of her spread legs. You run your hands down the top of your thighs nervously, waiting in anticipation. She takes her time observing you, the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder. She could spend hours watching you, so eager to please her.
Abby broke the silence, grasping your chin, “Look at me, baby.” You look up at her through your lashes, folding your hands in your lap. She smiles down at you, already so obedient for her.
She cocked her head to the side, then gestured to her foot with her chin. “Kiss it.”
Your eyes widened slightly, eyes flicking down to her boot and then back up to the ardent look on her face. You slowly bent down, hovering your face over the leather.
She smirked down at you in anticipation. You felt yourself sink deeper as you kissed the tip of her shiny boot tenderly. You would do anything she asked of you.
“Good girl,” she cooed softly. You keened at her praise, the warmth engulfing you. She pet your head approvingly as you leaned into her calloused palm.
She lifted her boot slightly, the bottom of it now hovering in front of your face, “Now lick it,” she says avidly. Your body burned, humiliation curling down your spine, feeling open and raw. The degradation making your cunt flutter.
She raised her eyebrows expectantly at you. You stick out your tongue shyly, licking from the heel to the tip. Whimpering as Abby groaned at the sight of you worshiping her. You pulled back hesitantly, looking at her for approval.
“So obedient,” she hummed in approval, as if you were a dog. Your body burned impossibly brighter, words sticking in your throat. All you could do was stare up at her reverently, awaiting your next command.
“Up,” she motioned with her hand. You rose slowly, now standing in between her spread legs. Signaling with her finger for you to spin around, you did.
You heard her shift, standing up as well. Front now pressed to your back. Her thick arms circled you, rough palms sliding over your soft stomach and squeezing. You shuddered as she kissed your shoulder. Abby's hands slid lower, cupping your cunt through your jeans. You gasp softly.
She carefully unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs before helping you step out of them. Abby's movements were controlled and confident. It made you feel small, cared for.
She cupped your cunt again, your wetness seeping through the thin cotton, “So wet already,” she purred into your ear. “Dirty little girl, you liked licking my boot, huh?”
You shivered at her words, nodding your head a small “uh-huh” escaping your throat.
She spun you around suddenly, positioning your body to kneel on the cushions, hands bracing the back of the couch for support. You breathed out shakily, Abby's unadulterated strength making your pussy gush.
She gathered your hair in her fist before tugging, making your spine arch. Your ass automatically pressed against the front of her crotch as she thrusted forward. Her cool belt buckle came in contact with your warm pussy. You yelped at the sudden sensation.
She rocked her hips again, belt buckle now grinding on your throbbing clit. pleasure licking up your spine, you moaned wantonly. Your hips moved in time with hers, chasing the delicious friction.
She growled through clenched teeth, “Fuck baby, wish I had my strap, I’d ruin this pussy.”
You whimpered at her words, craning your neck over your shoulder to look at her. Babbling needily, "Please fuck my pussy, Abby, please".
She hummed in consideration, pulling your panties down with one hand over the curve of your ass. She slapped down at the supple skin, hard. You flinched, squeaking. Both hands gripping either cheek as she pulled and pushed them apart roughly.
Your head dropped in humiliation as you whimpered. Her one hand left your skin, coming back down again in a powerful CRACK. You cried out, back arching in pain. Abby pulled back again, roughened palm coming down repeatedly in three quick successions.
You groaned in pain, whining out an "oowwwwwwe" in a high-pitched tone. Abby snorted, mocking you with the same inflection.
You whimpered at her mocking, "You're so mean." You fussed.
"Aww, poor baby," she said in feigned sympathy, voice syrupy sweet. Soothing at the prints on your plush skin. You couldn't help more slick leaking out of your fluttering hole due to her teasing.
She ran two bulky fingers through your soaked slit, sighing pleasently at the warmth.
“Mmmmm,” she groaned, “This all for me, baby?”
“Y-yes,” you whimpered, already squirming. You whined as she teased your hole
“Your pussy belongs to me now,” she growled, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, please, Abby", you whined.
She pressed her pointer and ring finger into your tight cunt, your walls pulling her in instantly. You moaned loudly, legs already trembling as you clenched tightly onto her thick fingers instinctively.
Abby ran her other hand up your back, grounding you. She let you adjust to her fingers for a moment. Bending forward over you, nibbling on your earlobe. “Relax,” she teased.
Your breath came out in a pant, attempting to relax your body for her. She rewarded you by slowly pulling her fingers out and pushing them back in, pressing somewhere devastating.
You moaned, mouth hanging open lewdly. She kept a steady rhythm, your cunt already squelching loudly. Your nails dug into the couch for purchase, cheek pressed against the rough cushions. She added a third finger. You couldn't contain the noises leaving your mouth, the overwhelming pleasure building faster than you could control.
Just as you were about to burst you heard her gravely voice.
You sobbed, “I can’t-t”, voice breaking.
Her fingers slowed to a stop. You sobbed harder, tears spilling from your lash line, heavy and hot.
She rubbed your lower back soothingly before removing her fingers from your warm cunt. You gasped at the loss of her. You couldn’t whine for long, as she shoved her thick fingers past your open mouth. You gagged around them, tasting your slick, more tears spilling down your plump cheeks.
She coos in mock sympathy, “Didn’t you hear me, baby?” She keeps curling them slowly, fucking your throat. “This is my pussy now, you cum when I allow it.”
Your cries are muffled, gagging again around her. She considers you for a moment before removing them, getting off to your tear-stained face.
“I-im sorry, I'm sorry,” you sobbed, “please, I’ll be good.”
She grinned brightly. “Good girl,” she hums, kissing you sloppily, tongue curling in your mouth. She pulls away for a moment, gripping your face in one hand. Your pink tongue lolled out as she spat on it, both moaning in unison.
Her fingers entered your fluttering hole again. You sobbed in relief at being stuffed once more.
“That’s it, baby,” Abby grunted, “Taking me so well.”
Your legs trembled uncontrollably. The only words that could escape your mouth were babbled pleas.
“Hold on for a little longer, baby.”
She added a fourth finger, stretching you to the brink. Your mouth fell into a silent scream, feeling owned by her. Your clit pulsed wildly.
Abby's arm wrapped around your head, pulling you back against her. The crook of her elbow caged your throat as four fingers bullied your cunt. The headlock dizzying as she whispered filth in your ear.
“Aaghh, gonna c-cum” you cried.
“That’s it, baby cum all over my fingers.”
The release hit harder than a line of coke. Walls spasming and tightening around her fingers. Slick gushed from your hole, splattering onto Abby’s hand and your stomach. Her teeth met your shoulder, marking you as your body continued convulsing in white-hot pleasure.
Abby loosened the headlock, allowing your breathing to try and steady as you came down. She kissed over your shoulder, tongue soothing her teeth marks. She muttered praises into your skin as she gently removed her fingers. You took in a shaky, deep breath, tears now dry and sticky on your face.
Abby helped maneuver your body around to face her, taking in your wrecked expression and smiling.
“Did that feel good, angel?” she cooed, peppering kisses on your tear-stained face. You could only nod, words trapped in your throat.
“Think you can handle more?” she smirked devilishly.
Your glassy eyes widened, shaking your head side to side fervently. She snickered at your whiny disposition.
Your body had been completely drained of energy, but it betrayed you anyway. Clit already pulsing frantically at the mere thought of her touch.
"Take it off," you murmured, gesturing with your head to her shirt. She raised her eyebrows humuoursly at your request. You pouted at her sweetly.
Abby rolled her eyes fondly, shuffling her flannel off. Clumsily finding the hem of her shirt and pulling the long-sleeved henley over her head.
You gawked at her arms unabashedly. Her smooth skin covered in freckles. Your eyes roamed to her small chest, bound tightly with a sports bra. Trailing further to the toned planes of her stomach, torso ending with a patch of light hair trailing down to her boxers. You nearly drooled.
"Need to taste this sweet pussy" she growled, sinking down to her knees. She gripped your thick thighs roughly, pushing your knees up toward your chin. You squeaked in embarrassment, cheeks flushing as she bared your cunt to herself.
Her breath fanned over your still-dripping pussy, glistening and fluttering. She watched you greedily, licking her lips.
You peered down at her over your chubby tummy. Her blonde hair still braided neatly down her back, no sign of even breaking a sweat. Her eyes betrayed her composure, though. The usual baby blues were blown black by her wide pupils. She watched you as if you were her prey, the intensity of her gaze making you feel small.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs almost to herself, before spitting lewdly.
You whimper at her filthiness, impatiently wiggling your pussy in front of her face. She rolled her eyes in amusement before lightly smacking your spread open folds. You jumped in shock, moaning at the pain and pleasure twisting in your gut. Your clit pounded, begging for release. You cried out pitifully as she spanked you right on the pink muscle, legs trembling uncontrollably.
She scoffed, "You like this," she observed, unbelieving. It was as if you were made for her. You gasped as her fingers came down again, your wetness spattering lightly.
Abby smiled wolfishly, teeth glinting, before leaning in and tasting you. She swiped the strong muscle from your flutering hole up your slit to your clit. She latched onto the stiff bud, sucking sharply. You moaned, hands immediately tangling in her hair, mussing her braid.
Abby devoured your pussy, sucking and slurping on your folds, moaning at the taste of you. Nothing in that moment could pull Abby's mouth away.
Her nails sank into your plush thighs sharply, the other hand pushing three fingers into your gummy walls. You gasped breathily, unable to handle the writhing pleasure.
A sudden uncomfortable fullness started to creep into your abdomen as she fucked you deep and slow. Your hips twitch and roll onto her defined nose.
You gasp in horror as the overwhelming sensation of having to empty your bladder took over. You squeak, legs kicking instinctively in panic. Almost accidentally whacking Abby in the head with your socked foot.
“Wait, wait, Abby," You breathe in sharply, "I have to pee.”
She grunted, unpahsed, “Hold it.”
“No, no, I mean it,” you try to push her head away from your pussy.
Abby pulls back ever so slightly. A cocky smirk plastered on her face.
“Then pee”, she said plainly, shoulders shrugging.
Mouth reattaching to you. Her fingers keeping a steady rhythm despite your cries. Your hand smacked the top of her shoulder in protest, squeezing with your nails. Abby growled as you broke skin, fucking you deeper in retaliation.
“A-ah Hah” “Abby! Oh!”, you whined helplessly.
She scraped her teeth lightly against your clit. Your back arched as piss leaked out against your will. You clenched up painfully, trying to hold the rest.
“Ah! Stop, Abby, please,” you sob. “I can’t hold it”. The pleasure built to a peak regardless of the humiliation burning through you.
Abby didn't relent, still working you through it. Head lifting to watch you come undone. “I got you, baby,” she mutters sweetly, “Just let it go”.
She brushes her calloused thumb against your throbbing clit gently. The tension snaps, your mouth falling open in a cracked sob, squirt and hot piss spurting from between your legs. Abby moans at the sight, her hands and chest covered in the warm liquid.
You moan and hiccup through the unbearable pleasure, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Abby coos her praises tenderly as you begin to come down. Rubbing soothing circles on your hip. She kisses up your tummy, the sensitive skin prickling. Abby's face hovers over yours, taking your lips in a delicate kiss. The weight of her torso grounding you.
You sigh into the kiss, opening your mouth wider to allow her to swallow you whole. Her arms wrap around you, swadling you in her warmth. Your eyes flutter, body coming back to you.
Abby helps you sit up on the couch. Grabbing her shirt from where she threw it on the ground and gently wiping you.
You jumped slightly, whimpering.
She stopped suddenly, eyes watching your facial expressions carefully.
"You okay, baby?" she whispered.
You nodded and swallowed, voice hoarse. "Yeah, just sensitive."
She nodded, cleaning you up carefully. Assisting you in pulling up your panties and putting on your shirt. She moved to wipe herself off too, taking her sports bra off and buttoning up her flannel halfway.
You watched in awe, her perky tits stiff from the cold. Your mouth wattered, even spent and sore, you ached for her. Abby lies down on the opposite end of the couch, motioning you forward. You lie between her open legs, head resting on her chest. You press your cheek further, nuzzling into her warmth. She wraps her buff arms around you, palm rubbing up and down your skin. She kisses your forehead tenderly as your eyes flutter closed.
"Proud of you, sweet girl," Abby whispers in your hair. You clung to her tightly, drifting easily in her embrace. The humiliation still buzzed just below your skin. The feeling of being owned and protected blurring seemlessly.
A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so long. I've entered this weird phase where im hating absolutely everything I write. I have so many almost finished wips in my drafts,,, I just need to get over myself and post them
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