vix

Warnings: 18+, pitfighter au, dom!vi x sub!reader, rough sex, strap-on (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral, fingering, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, hate fuck, praising, pet names

Vi had won…brutally. Split lip, bruised knuckles wrapped in stained tape, fresh cut above her eyebrow. She’d knocked the other girl out in the seventh round with a hook that echoed through the whole damn arena. Crowd lost their minds. You lost your voice screaming from ringside.

Now the adrenaline was crashing wrong.

She stormed into your shared apartment, gym bag hitting the floor like a body drop. Door slammed so hard the frame rattled. You were on the couch in nothing but one of her oversized tank tops and boyshorts, scrolling your phone, waiting. She didn’t say hello. Just crossed the room in three strides, blood-streaked sports bra still on, shorts low on her hips, sweat glistening on every carved inch of her.

“Vi-”

“Shut up.”

Her mouth crashed into yours before you could finish the word. Teeth, tongue, the copper taste of her split lip smearing across yours. She tasted like iron. You gasped into it. She swallowed the sound.

Hands, still taped, still raw, grabbed your thighs and yanked you down the couch until you were flat on your back. She climbed over you without breaking the kiss, knees bracketing your hips, weight pinning you.

“Needed this,” she growled against your mouth. “Needed you. Fuck.” Her voice was wrecked. Hoarse from yelling, from taking hits, from the high that hadn’t worn off yet. You reached for her face…gentle, checking the cut. She caught your wrist. Slammed it above your head.

“Don’t baby me right now,” she warned. “I’m not soft tonight.”

Your pulse jumped. “Then don’t be.”

Wrong thing to say. Or exactly the right one.

Vi ripped the tank top up and over your head in one motion, fabric tearing at the seam. Didn’t care. Her mouth went straight to your throat, biting hard enough to bruise, sucking a mark that would last days. You arched, moaning. She laughed dark, breathless. “Already whining? I haven’t even started.” One hand shoved between your legs, cupping you through the thin cotton.

You were soaked. Had been since you watched her climb out of the ring, chest heaving, eyes wild. “Fuckin’ knew it,” she muttered. “Knew you’d be dripping just thinking about me beating someone’s ass.” She didn’t pull the shorts off, just shoved them aside, two thick fingers plunging in without warning. You cried out. Back bowing. She pumped hard. Fast. No warmup. Just raw need. “Look at you,” she rasped, forehead pressed to yours, watching your face twist. “Taking it like you were made for this. My good little slut after I win.”

You clenched around her fingers. “Yeah?” She curled them viciously. “You like when I come home like this? All fucked up and mean?”

“Yes-fuck-Vi-” She pulled her fingers out. You whined at the emptiness.

“On your knees. Now.”

You scrambled. Couch cushions slid. She stood, shucking her shorts and sports bra in seconds. Naked except for the wraps still on her hands and the fresh bruises blooming purple across her ribs. She fisted your hair. Spun you. Bent you over the arm of the couch.

“Ass up.” You obeyed. She kicked your legs wider. You were dripping enough for both of you. The head nudged your entrance. Teased once. Then she slammed in- full depth-one brutal thrust. You screamed. She didn’t stop. Fucked you hard. Fast. Skin slapping skin. The couch creaked under the force.

“Take it,” she snarled. “Take every fucking inch. This is what I need after I win-your tight little cunt choking my cock.” One hand wrapped around your throat from behind, firm, possessive. Not cutting air, just holding. The other cracked across your ass, sharp, stinging. You sobbed. “Vi-please”

“Please what?” Another smack. Harder. “Use your words, baby.”

“Harder-fuck me harder-”

She growled. Gave you what you begged for. Pounded so deep you saw stars. Her dick dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. You were gushing, dripping down your thighs, soaking the couch. “Look at the mess you’re making,” she mocked. “Such a filthy girl for me. Coming home covered in blood and sweat and all you want is to get railed like a whore.” You clenched hard at the words. She felt it.

“Gonna come already? Already?”

You nodded frantically. Couldn’t speak. “Do it,” she ordered. “Come on my cock. Show me how bad you needed this.” You shattered. Screamed her name. Walls pulsing, thighs shaking, tears streaking down your face from how intense it was. She didn’t stop. Kept fucking you through it, harder, chasing her own second high. When she came she buried deep, grinding against you, groaning brokenly into your shoulder. Bit down on the crook of your neck as she pulsed.

You both collapsed, her on top of you, still strapped in, still inside, both panting like you’d run a marathon. Long minutes passed. Breathing slowing. She finally pulled out,  slow, careful now. Groaned at the sight of your swollen, wrecked pussy.

“Fuck… look at you.”

Gentler hands now. She flipped you over. Kissed you soft, slow, tasting herself on your tongue. “You okay?” Voice rough. Quiet. You nodded. “Better than okay.” She brushed damp hair off your forehead. Thumb tracing the bite mark she’d left. “Needed to let it out,” she murmured. “Couldn’t… couldn’t come down without you.”

Warnings: 18+, college au, dom!ellie x sub!reader, rough sex, strap-on (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral, fingering, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, hate fuck, praising, pet names

Word count: 4k

You hated how she took up space.

Not just physically…though fuck, Ellie Williams seemed genetically engineered to occupy every inch of your tiny double room like she owned both halves of it…but the way she existed. Loud music through shitty earbuds that still leaked, weed lingering on her hoodies, that permanent half-smirk like she already knew every embarrassing thing you’d ever done and was just waiting for the right moment to weaponize it.

You’d been assigned to her. 

She’d been assigned to you. 

Neither of you had requested the other. 

And yet here you were, month four, still snarling at each other.

Tonight the air felt thicker than usual.

You’d come back from the library at 10:17 p.m. soaked from sudden rain, hoodie clinging uncomfortably, nipples hard under wet fabric from the cold. Ellie was sprawled on her bed in only boxer briefs and an oversized flannel that wasn’t even buttoned, one arm behind her head, phone in the other, scrolling with that bored, predatory laziness she did so well.

She didn’t look up when you slammed the door.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” she lied, voice low and rough.

“Clearly,” you muttered, peeling the drenched hoodie over your head. Your thin tank top underneath was basically transparent now. You felt her eyes snap to you even though her phone stayed tilted toward her face.

You turned your back to her, rummaging for dry clothes in the shared dresser. That was mistake number one.

“Nice show,” she drawled. “You auditioning for the wet-T-shirt contest downstairs or just fishing for attention?”

You whipped around. “Fuck off, Williams.”

She finally put the phone down. Slowly. Deliberately. Sat up. Legs spread. The outline of the harness she sometimes wore under her clothes was visible through the thin black boxer briefs.

Your stomach clenched.

She noticed.

“Problem?” Ellie asked, tilting her head. The smirk was gone now. Replaced with something darker. Hungrier.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re dripping on my floor.”

You glanced down. Rainwater was pooling around your sneakers. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Clean it up then,” you snapped, turning away again.

Big mistake number two.

She was across the room in three steps. Palm slamming beside your head against the dresser, caging you. You could smell pine body wash and the faint skunk of weed and the heat coming off her bare chest. “Say that again,” she murmured against your ear. You swallowed. “You’re. Disgusting.” Ellie’s laugh was low. Dangerous. “Yeah? Then why’re your nipples trying to cut through that shirt, huh?”

You tried to shove her back. She didn’t budge. Instead her hand shot to your throat, not hard, just firm enough to make your pulse jump against her fingers. “Careful,” she warned. “Keep pushing me and I’ll push back harder.” Your mouth was dry. “Try me.”

Wrong answer.

She kissed you hard and deep. Teeth clacking, tongue shoving past your lips without asking, free hand grabbing a fistful of your wet tank top and yanking it up. Cold air hit your tits and then her mouth was there, biting more than sucking, sucking more than kissing, leaving marks you’d have to cover tomorrow.

You moaned despite yourself.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “Knew it. Fucking liar.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her back just as viciously. She groaned into your mouth, hips rolling forward so you could feel the thick silicone pressing against your soaked leggings. She broke away only to spin you around and shove you face-first against the dresser mirror. Your palms slapped the wood. You watched in the reflection as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your leggings and yanked them down along with your underwear in one brutal tug.

“Fuck-Ellie-”

“Too late to play shy now, baby.”

The pet name hit like a slap. You hated how much you liked it.

She kicked your legs wider. One hand stayed on the back of your neck, keeping you bent over. The other slid between your thighs, fingers gliding through how embarrassingly wet you already were. “Jesus Christ,” she laughed darkly. “You’re fucking soaked. All that bitching and your cunt’s crying for me.”

“Shut-up-”

Two fingers plunged inside without warning. You cried out, knees buckling. She caught you around the waist with her arm, holding you upright while she pumped roughly, curling on every outstroke, hitting that spot that made your vision white out.

“Look at yourself,” she growled, forcing your chin up so you had to watch in the mirror, mouth open, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. “Look how fucking desperate you are.” You tried to turn your head. She squeezed your throat harder. “No. You watch.”

Her thumb found your clit and circled once…hard.

You bucked. “Ellie-fuck-

“That’s it. Say my name like that again.”

She added a third finger. The stretch burned in the best way. You were dripping down her wrist. “You hate me so much, huh?” she mocked, voice wrecked. “That why you’re clenching like you’re trying to keep me inside forever?” You couldn’t answer. Only broken little whimpers.

She pulled her fingers out abruptly. You whined at the loss.

“Pathetic,” she muttered, wiping her soaked hand across your ass cheek like you were a mess she’d made. “Get on the bed.”

You stumbled backward. She followed, shedding the flannel, stepping out of the boxers. The strap was black, thick, ridged. She’d clearly been wearing it for a while, the base was shiny with her own arousal.

“On your knees first,” she ordered. You dropped without thinking. She stepped closer, fisting the silicone. “Open.” You glared up at her even as your lips parted. She fed the tip past your lips. Slow at first. Then deeper. Until your nose brushed the harness and you gagged.

“Good girl,” she breathed. “Take it like you mean it.”

You hollowed your cheeks. Sucked hard. Let spit drip down your chin. She groaned above you, hips twitching. “Fuck-yeah, just like that. Show me how sorry you are for being such a brat all semester.” You pulled off with a gasp. “I’m not sorry.” Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Oh we’re gonna fix that.”

She hauled you up by the hair and threw you onto her bed…your bed was too neatly made, hers was a mess of dark sheets and hoodies. Perfect. “Face down. Ass up.” You obeyed too fast. She climbed behind you. One palm cracked across your ass…hard.

You yelped.

“Count.”

“One-

Another smack. Sharper.

“Two-

By ten your skin was burning, thighs shaking, cunt throbbing so badly you were humping the sheets without meaning to. She smoothed a hand down your spine. Almost gentle. “Look at you. All red and dripping. Bet you’d come just from this if I let you.”

“Please-

“Please what, baby?”

You buried your face in the pillow. Muffled. “Fuck me.”

“Louder.”

You lifted your head. Voice cracking. “Fuck me, Ellie. Please.”

She lined the strap up. Teased the head through your folds. Coating it.

“You sure?” she murmured, suddenly softer. Checking.

You nodded frantically. “Yes-yes-

She sank in one long, relentless stroke. Your mouth opened on a silent scream. Full. Too full. Perfect. She didn’t give you time to adjust. Pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Hard. “Fuck!” you sobbed.

“That’s it,” she panted, setting a brutal rhythm. “Take it. Take every fucking inch like the slut you pretend you’re not.” One hand wrapped around your throat from behind, light pressure, just enough to make your head spin. The other gripped your hip so hard you’d bruise.

“Say it,” she growled.

“Say-say what-

“Say you’re my little whore.”

You clenched around the strap. Hard.

“I’m-fuck-I’m your little whore-

“Louder.”

“I’m your fucking whore, Ellie!”

She rewarded you with a particularly deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl when you’re getting railed, huh?” You were crying now. Not sad. Just overwhelmed. Too much sensation. Too much Ellie. She flipped you suddenly, onto your back. Pushed your knees to your chest. Folded you in half. The new angle let her grind against your clit with every stroke.

“Look at me.”

You did. Couldn’t not.

Her pupils were blown. Sweat on her throat. Lips swollen from earlier.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you fall apart,” she whispered. Almost reverent. “My pretty little fucktoy.”

The praise hit harder than the degradation ever could.

“Ellie-gonna-gonna come”

“Not yet.”

You sobbed. “Please-”

She pulled out completely. You wailed. She dropped down and buried her face between your legs. No teasing. Just tongue and lips and teeth. Sucking your clit hard. Two fingers curling inside. Then three. Fucking you open while her mouth worked you relentlessly. You screamed her name. She didn’t stop.

When you came it was violent, back arching, thighs clamping around her head, gushing over her chin. She drank it down like she was starving. Only when you were twitching with aftershocks did she crawl back up. Kissed you deep. Let you taste yourself.

Then she collapsed beside you. Silence stretched. After a long minute she reached over. Thumb brushing your cheek where tears had dried.

Word count: 4.1k

Synopsis: Weeks after the snowstorm library lock-in, you’re back on base, trying to bury the embarrassment of how you begged for Abby like a desperate whore. But when she corners you in the empty gym showers after a late-night workout, old rivalries flare, and so does the heat. No blizzard to hide behind this time, just you and her.

content warning: 18+, mdni, top!abby x sub!reader, rough sex, strap-on (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral, face-sitting, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, size kink mentions (strap), aftercare, enemies-to-lovers (now lovers?)

It had been three weeks since the snowstorm that trapped you and Abby in the old university library overnight. Three weeks of avoiding her piercing blue eyes in the gym, pretending the memory of her strap buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless in a old library, didn’t make your cheeks burn every time you caught her smirking from across the weight room.

You’d begged her that night, whined like a pathetic slut, and now? Back on base, surrounded by the familiar clang of metal and sweat-soaked air, you couldn’t shake the embarrassment. What the hell had you been thinking? Years of rivalry, gym stares, filthy teasing, snide comments about who could lift more, and it all crumbled because of one brutal blizzard.

You told yourself it was a one-time thing. A heat-of-the-moment lapse. But deep down, you knew better. Your body craved her now, traitor that it was. Late-night workouts became your escape, hitting the base gym when everyone else was asleep, hoping to sweat out the tension. Tonight was no different…or so you thought.

The showers were empty, steam rising from the hot water as it cascaded over your sore muscles. You leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed, trying not to think about how her hands had felt gripping your hips, her voice growling in your ear.

A door creaked open. Footsteps echoed…heavy, deliberate. Your eyes snapped open, heart pounding.

Abby stood there, towel slung low on her hips, blonde braid damp from her own workout. She looked like a fucking predator, muscles glistening under the fluorescent lights, that same smug grin pulling at her lips. “Well, well. Look who’s hiding out.”

“Abby,” you stammered, turning away to face the wall, cheeks flushing hot. Embarrassment hit like a wave, memories of you on your knees in the library, begging her to fuck you harder. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you. Late-night session.” She stepped closer, the heat of her body cutting through the steam. “Or are you avoiding me? Embarrassed about how you screamed my name in that library? Begged like a little whore during the storm?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, but your voice lacked bite. Your thighs clenched involuntarily, betraying you.

She chuckled, low and dark, pressing up behind you. Her hands landed on your waist, spinning you to face her. Water sprayed over both of you now, soaking her sports bra and shorts. “Oh, sweetheart. You can pretend all you want, but I remember. You were so desperate, clenching around my fingers, whining for more. And now? Look at you, nervous as fuck.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lied, avoiding her gaze. But your body arched into her touch, nipples hardening under the water.

“Liar.” Abby’s hand slid up to your throat, thumb pressing lightly, not choking yet, just holding. Possessive. “You’ve been staring at me in the gym again, just like before the storm. Those filthy little glances. Admit it: you’ve been touching yourself thinking about that night.”

You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your legs. “Fuck you, Anderson.”

Her grin widened. “That’s the plan.” She leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “But first, you’re gonna make it up to me for acting like a brat these past weeks. On your knees.”

Embarrassment twisted with desire, but you sank down anyway, the tile cool against your skin. Abby tugged her shorts down, revealing the harness already strapped on…god, she must have planned this. The dildo was thick, veined silicone, easily eight inches, curving slightly. Your mouth watered at the sight; it was the same one from the library, the one that had stretched you so perfectly.

“See something you like?” she taunted, fisting your hair to tilt your head back. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this cock. Pathetic rival turned cockslut in one night.”

You glared up at her, but the degradation only made you wetter. “Just shut up and”

She cut you off, guiding the tip to your lips. “Open wide, baby. Show me how sorry you are.”

You did, tongue flicking out to taste the silicone, still warm from her body heat. Abby groaned softly as you took her in, inch by inch, until your lips stretched around the girth. It was big, too big to take fully without gagging… but you tried, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing slowly.

“Fuck, look at you,” she praised, voice husky. “Sucking my cock like a good girl. So eager now, huh? Where’s that attitude from the gym?”

You moaned around her, the vibration making her hips buck slightly. Her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you faster, deeper. “That’s it, choke on it. You were made for this, weren’t you? My little rival, on her knees in the showers, gagging on my strap.”

Tears pricked your eyes from the stretch, but the praise mixed with degradation had you dripping onto the floor. You reached down to touch yourself, but Abby yanked your hair back, pulling you off with a pop.

“Did I say you could touch?” she growled. “Hands behind your back. This is about me first.”

She hauled you up, pinning you against the wall with her body. Water streamed down her abs, her braid sticking to her skin. “Spread your legs.”

You obeyed, embarrassment fading into pure need as her fingers dipped between your thighs, finding you soaked. “Jesus, you’re drenched. Embarrassed? Bullshit, you love this.”

Two fingers plunged in without warning, curling deep. You cried out, nails digging into her shoulders. “Abby, fuck-”

“Shut up and take it,” she ordered, pumping roughly, thumb circling your clit. “You were so mouthy before the storm. Teasing me in the locker room, wearing those tiny shorts. Now look at you, falling apart on my fingers like a desperate slut.”

The words stung, but god, they felt good. She added a third finger, stretching you wide, the burn mixing with pleasure. “Good girl,” she murmured when you whimpered. “Taking me so well. Bet you missed this- missed being filled up.”

“Yes,” you gasped, rocking against her hand. “Missed it-missed you”

Abby smirked, pulling her fingers out abruptly. You whined at the emptiness, but she spun you around, bending you over with a hand on your back. “Ass up. Show me that pretty pussy.”

You braced against the wall, arching as she kicked your legs wider. The strap teased your entrance, the thick head nudging in. “This cock’s eight inches, baby. Think you can handle it again? Or are you still too embarrassed to admit you need it?”

“Please,” you begged, pushing back. “Need it. fuck me, Abby”

She thrust in hard, bottoming out in one go. You screamed, the stretch overwhelming, full, so full it bordered on pain. “That’s my girl,” she praised, holding still for a moment. “Taking every inch like a champ. Such a good little whore for me.”

She started slow, letting you adjust, but soon picked up pace, brutal, deep thrusts that had your tits bouncing, water splashing everywhere. One hand spanked your ass, the sting sharp. “Look at this ass jiggling. Pathetic…getting fucked in the showers like you couldn’t wait.”

“Harder,” you moaned, embarrassment long gone.

Abby laughed breathlessly, obliging, pounding into you, the strap hitting that spot relentlessly. Her hand wrapped around to your throat again, squeezing lightly. “Choke on your words now, huh? Can’t even talk back when I’m ruining you.”

You came first, vision blurring as waves crashed over you, clenching around the silicone like a vice. But she didn’t stop, flipping you to face her, lifting one leg over her hip to fuck you standing.

“Again,” she demanded, fingers on your clit. “Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love being my slut.”

The praise pushed you over again, sobbing her name. Only then did she pull out, unbuckling the harness and tossing it aside.

“Your turn to make me feel good.” She sat on the shower bench, spreading her legs. “Sit on my face.”

You hesitated, still trembling, but climbed on, hovering over her mouth. Abby yanked you down, tongue delving in immediately, licking broad stripes, sucking your clit.

“Fuck-Abby-” You ground down, hands in her hair, unraveling her braid.

She moaned into you, vibrations intense. “Taste so good, my perfect girl. Ride me harder.”

You did, chasing another high as she praised and degraded in muffled words: “Good girl… such a messy slut… all mine…”

When you came a third time, flooding her mouth, she lapped it up greedily. Then she stood, pinning you for a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself.

Finally, she softened. Turned off the water, wrapped you in her towel, dried you gently. “You okay?” she asked, voice tender now, massaging your reddened ass.

“Yeah,” you whispered, leaning into her. “Embarrassed at first… but not anymore.”

synopsis: three years of rivalry, gym stares, and filthy teasing finally break during a brutal snowstorm when abby and you are locked overnight in the old university library.

word count: 3.2k

content warning: 18+, mdni, wlfsoldier! top! abby x sub! reader, rough sex, strap-on sex(r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), degradation, dirty talk, aftercare

the first time you saw abby in the gym you forgot how to breathe.

it was 0400, the base still asleep, and the overhead lights hadn’t even finished flickering on. she was alone at the squat rack, 405 on the bar like it was nothing. the plates clanked softly as she unracked, back flaring so wide it eclipsed the mirror behind her.

every rep was slow, controlled, brutal. her shoulders bunched and spread like wings, traps swallowing the base of her thick neck, lats so developed they cast shadows down her ribs. when she stood up the bar bent slightly across those boulder shoulders and you just stood there.

she caught your stare in the mirror and smirked. didn’t say a word. just racked the bar with a clang that echoed through the empty room and walked out. you didn’t sleep that night. that was three years ago.

three years of watching her get bigger, stronger, meaner. three years of her watching you get faster, sharper, more precise. three years of the entire wlf treating you like rival apex predators who happened to wear the same uniform. you’re good. top one percent. you can outshoot almost anyone, run ten miles with a full pack and still hit a moving target at 300 yards. but abby?

abby is something else. she’s the one they send when a building needs to come down or a bloater needs its head ripped off with bare hands. she’s the one who carried owen out of the marina on her back after he took three rounds to the vest. she’s the one who deadlifts trucks for fun.

and you hate how much it turns you on.

you hate how you started timing your gym sessions to overlap hers just to watch her biceps flex when she curls 100-pound dumbbells like they’re empty. hate how you started wearing the shortest shorts you owned because you noticed her eyes track the way your ass moved when you hip thrust. hate how you started leaving your water bottle on the bench she always used so she’d have to move it, so her fingers would brush yours for half a second.

hate how you started filming yourself in the showers when you knew she walked past that hallway at 2230 every night. hate the way you angled the camera so she’d see everything, tits heavy and wet, fingers sliding through your pussy while you moaned her name loud enough for the echo to carry. you hate that she never once took the bait. until tonight.

the storm hits like the end of the world. wind screaming, snow so thick it looks solid. isaac calls everyone in. you’re already in the library, old university building on the edge of the qz, because you pulled the short straw for overnight inventory. the place is huge, drafty, shelves twenty feet high, emergency lights buzzing. you’re halfway through counting crates of 5.56 when the double doors explode open. abby steps through like a blizzard made flesh.

snow clings to her lashes and the thick blonde braid hanging over one shoulder. she’s in a black sports bra that’s fighting for its life against her chest and arms, grey sweatpants slung so low you can see every cut of her obliques disappearing into the waistband. her delts are round and hard as cannonballs, veins tracing down biceps that look carved from marble. her abs flex with every breath, eight perfect ridges glistening with melted snow.

and she’s staring at you like she’s deciding whether to fuck you or kill you.

“you have got to be fucking kidding me,” she says, voice rough from the cold.

you lean back against the long oak table, arms crossed under your chest so your jacket pulls tight across your tits. “isaac’s schedule. i’m here until 0600.”

she slams the doors shut. the lock clicks like a gunshot. for a long moment the only sound is the wind and both of you breathing. then she starts walking.

slow. deliberate. boots leaving wet prints on the marble.

every step makes her shoulders roll, traps rising like mountains. she stops two feet away, close enough you can smell cold air and gun oil and her. “you’ve been doing this on purpose,” she says, low and dangerous. “shorts in the gym when i’m spotting. bending over crates right in front of me. that fucking video last week.”

your mouth curves. you know exactly which video. twenty seconds in the empty shower block, water running down your heavy tits, fingers buried deep while you moaned her name loud enough the echo carried. caption just said: thinking of you, rival ♡

you shrug one shoulder. “prove it.”

that’s all it takes.

she closes the distance in a heartbeat. one hand fists your hair, the other slams your back into the nearest bookshelf. books rain down around you like hail. her mouth crashes into yours, angry, messy, teeth clacking, tongues fighting for dominance you both know she’s going to win.

you bite her bottom lip hard. she groans, tastes blood, and kisses you harder, thigh shoving between yours, forcing your legs apart. you’re already soaked; have been since the second she walked in. she feels it through your pants and laughs dark against your mouth.

“fucking dripping. little princess is drenched.”

she rips your belt open with one hand, shoves pants and panties down to your knees in a single rough motion. cold air hits bare skin and you gasp. abby drops to her knees without hesitation.

her shoulders are so broad they block the light. her arms flex as she grips your hips, veins standing out on her forearms, biceps bunching thick and hard. she looks up at you once, eyes feral, then buries her face between your thighs like she’s starving.

no teasing licks. just her tongue plunging deep, nose grinding your clit, sucking like she wants to swallow you whole.

you cry out, hands flying to her hair. she snarls, grabs both your wrists, pins them to the shelf above your head with one hand like it’s nothing.

her bicep flexes huge against your side, bigger than your thigh.

“don’t touch,” she rasps. “you’ve teased me for three fucking years. you stay still and take what you begged for.”

she eats you like it’s war. tongue fucking you open, teeth scraping your clit, three thick fingers sliding in beside her tongue and curling hard. your legs shake. you come fast and hard, gushing over her chin, but she doesn’t stop. just moans into you and keeps going until your knees buckle and you’re sobbing from overstimulation.

“abby, fuck, too much”

“shut up,” she growls, voice muffled against your cunt. “you wanted my attention. now you’ve got it.” she forces two more orgasms out of you with her mouth alone, until your thighs are slick and trembling and you can’t stand without her holding you up.

when she finally rises, her face is drenched, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. her arms flex as she wipes her mouth with the back of one hand, veins tracing down forearms thick as your calves. she licks her lips clean slow, eyes locked on yours. “turn around.”

you can barely move, but you do. palms braced on the shelf, ass out. she kicks your legs wider, yanks your hips back. you hear the soft thud of sweatpants hitting the floor, the clink of a harness. of course she came ready.

the fat head of her cock nudges your entrance, thick, ridged, the biggest one she owns. she doesn’t ease in. just grips your hips hard enough to bruise and slams home in one brutal thrust.

your scream echoes through the empty library. she clamps a hand over your mouth instantly.

“quiet,” she hisses against your ear, already pulling back and snapping forward again. “you want the whole base to hear their perfect little soldier getting railed like a cheap whore?”

every thrust punches the air from your lungs. the shelf rattles, books toppling around you. your tits bounce painfully with the force. she reaches around, grabs one, twists your nipple until tears spring to your eyes. “this what you wanted?” she snarls, angling deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision white out. “wanted your rival to snap and fuck you stupid on watch?”

you nod frantically into her palm, tears streaming.

she pulled out suddenly, spun you, lifted you like you weighed nothing and slammed you down on the long reading table. books scattered. she hooked your legs over her shoulders, folded you nearly in half, and drove back in. the angle was devastating. you felt her in your throat. “look at me.”

you forced your eyes open. abby above you, braid completely undone now, blonde hair wild, sweat dripping down her neck between her perfect tits. her arms flexed on either side of you, triceps horseshoe-thick, shoulders so broad they eclipsed the light. she looked ruined and furious and so beautiful it hurt. “tell me,” she panted, never slowing. “tell me you’re better than every fantasy i’ve jerked off to for three years.”

words spilled out of you like water. “i’m better, fuck, i’m tighter, wetter, i’d let you do anything, abby, anything”

she groaned like you’d stabbed her. “again.”

“i’m your perfect slut,” you sobbed.

her rhythm stuttered. she leaned down, bit your neck hard enough to mark.

“mine,” she snarled. “this cunt is mine now. not your pride, not your reputation, mine.”

she rubbed your clit in brutal circles. you came instantly, clenching so hard she had to fight to keep moving. she fucked you through it, drawing it out until you were crying and shaking and babbling her name.

then she pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach again, yanked your hips up. you were limp, boneless, drool pooling under your cheek. she didn’t care. she mounted you from behind and started over, deeper, meaner, the table creaking like it might collapse.

her arms flexed huge as she held you in place, biceps peaking, veins standing out sharp under the skin. she fisted your hair, pulled until your back arched painfully.

“tell me you’re sorry for making me wait three fucking years.”

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed. “i’m so sorry, i just wanted you to take me”

“damn right.”

she spanked your clit with every thrust, sharp, shocking. you came again without warning, so hard. she moaned like it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“disgusting,” she muttered, voice thick with awe. “perfect little mess. all mine.”

she kept going until you lost count. until your voice was gone, until your legs wouldn’t hold you and she had to hold you up by the hips alone. until the only thing you knew was her name and the stretch of her cock and the way she growled filth in your ear.

finally she pulled out, turned you over gentle for the first time. you were trembling, covered in sweat and her spit and your own slick, tears drying on your cheeks.

she crawled up your body and kissed you soft, slow, deep. nothing like the violence from before. “i hated wanting you this much,” she whispered against your lips. “hated how every time you looked at me i had to stop myself from dragging you into the nearest empty room and shutting you up with my cock.”

you laughed, watery and wrecked. “i hated wanting you more. hated pretending i didn’t touch myself every night to the thought of you pinning me down and making me yours.”

she rested her forehead against yours. “truce?”

“only if the truce includes you fucking me like that every time we fight.”

she smiled, real, soft, the one no one else ever got to see. “deal.”

she scooped you up, carried you to the old leather couch in the corner that smelled like dust and old books. wrapped you both in the emergency blanket she pulled from her pack. you were still shaking with aftershocks. she kissed your temple, your eyelids, the bite marks blooming on your neck, the bruises already forming on your hips.

“stay,” she murmured. “storm won’t lift ‘til morning. you’re not walking anywhere on those legs anyway.”

you curled into her chest, boneless and sated, breathing in the scent of her skin and sex and snow.

“wasn’t planning on it, anderson.”

she huffed a quiet laugh, arms tightening around you. “good.”

outside, the storm kept raging, wind screaming against the windows, snow piling feet deep. inside, the rivalry was finally, gloriously dead.

summary: you started a new internship, little did you know what would happen when you walked into that office.

pairing: ceo!abby x reader

cw: 18+! minors dni! rough sex, strap-on sex, pussy eating, degradation, choking, powerplay sub! reader, dom! abby

abby doesn’t waste a second once your panties are off. her strong hands grip your thighs and spread them wide. she pushes you back on the desk. papers scatter everywhere. she drops to her knees between your legs. her eyes lock on your soaked pussy. “look at you baby” she murmurs, voice rough. “already dripping for me. been thinking about this cunt since day one.” her mouth is on you instantly. slow filthy licks up your slit. she sucks your clit between her lips like she owns it. you cry out. your hands fly to her hair. she growls against you. “hands on the desk. you don’t touch unless i say.” you obey fast. you grip the edge while she eats you out like she’s starving. her tongue fucks into you. her nose grinds your clit. it’s messy and relentless. your legs shake. you beg “please please”.

suddenly she pulls back right before you come. she smirks at your desperate whine. “not yet greedy girl.” she stands. she licks her glossy lips while staring you down. then two fingers slide into you without warning. you arch off the desk with a broken moan. she curls them slow and deep. her thumb circles your clit in tight cruel circles. “this what you wanted when you wore those little skirts? wanted your boss to finger-fuck you on her desk like a needy slut?” you can only nod. you gasp “yes abby.” she adds a third finger. she stretches you open. she pumps harder. she leans over you. her free hand wraps around your throat just tight enough to make you dizzy. “say it louder.” “i’m your needy slut please let me come”.

she finally lets you come all over her fingers. she watches your face the whole time like she’s memorizing it. but she’s not done. she opens the locked bottom drawer. she pulls out the strap. your eyes go wide. she laughs low. she steps into it. she tightens the straps while you watch, still trembling from your orgasm. “on your knees on the desk baby. ass up for me.”

she lines up and pushes in slow. she lets you feel every inch. she groans like she can feel it too. once she’s buried deep she grabs your hips hard enough to bruise. she starts fucking you. deep punishing strokes. the desk creaks. your tits bounce against the wood. “this pussy is mine now understand?” she snarls. she leans over you to bite your shoulder. “every time you walk into this building you’re gonna remember how i ruined you on this desk.” you sob. “yes ma’am, yours, all yours.” she reaches around and rubs your clit again. you come a second time. you clench so hard around that dick your vision whites out.

abby pulls out just to flip you over. she spreads your legs wide again. she slides back in while you’re still shaking. she kisses you rough and filthy. you taste yourself on her tongue. “gonna keep you here all night if i want” she whispers against your lips. “gonna make you come until you can’t walk out of this office without my help.” and she does. she fucks you slow and deep through two more orgasms. you’re limp and teary.