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It was your first real move, your first apartment wasn’t far from your parents house, unfortunately, so when the opportunity to move somewhere far, far away presented itself you were gone with the wind.
The apartment you found was perfect, a big one bedroom flat with many windows. Though the two windows in your room were directly across from someone else’s apartment, it didn’t take away from the views you had in your living room.
You signed the lease, got the keys and you were letting the movers bring your boxes in, in no time. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone in such a big spot like this.” One of the movers joked, you rolled your eyes.
“You should have someone strong around to protect you.” He flexed his biceps in some corny manner, trying to flatter you somehow; yet it only seemed to give you the ick.
“No need.” You whistled, first came jaws, a tiny puppy you’d recently picked up from the pound. He was an absolute sweetheart and you clicked with him from the first time you met him “I have Jaws!” You smiled, now holding the pup in your arms.
“This little guy? He doesn’t seem like he’d hurt a fly!” The himbo in front of you folded his arms over his chest. “Who said I just had one?” You whistled once more “Binks!” You called, to which came running a larger dog.
“Holy shit.” He took a step back, the Rottweiler sat at your feet, panting happily. “Binks is three in a few weeks, she’s friendly, trust me.” Binks was another rescue, she was always so friendly with new people but she knew when playtime was just about over.
“I think we’re just fine here, thanks though!” You forced a smile.
Once the men were done moving everything in, you spoke with their supervisor, making sure everything was taken care of. “Oh and the spare you gave us will be taken care of, we have special services that repurpose any keys that aren’t needed.” You furrowed your brows, it was suspicious but you didn’t want to argue it too much.
They had an option for you to allow them a spare key in case you weren’t home for them to move you stuff in, which sounded reasonable at first but now, you were starting to regret it.
“Are you sure that’s, you know, safe? Legal even-”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll be melt down my eleven tonight. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, he seemed set on it — probably some sort of commission, maybe it was just part of the job. Though something did feel off about it, you let it go.
You planned how you wanted to decorated the place but of course, that wouldn’t get done until atleast the end of the week. So instead you decorated your room the best you could, hell you even went as far as setting up your desk and cam stuff to maybe even stream a little; get a bit of extra pocket change.
Sitting in front of your laptop with the website pulled up, you were just about ready to go live and then you remembered, turning slowly to the window, you had no curtains.
“Fuck me!” You got up, walking over to the window you analyze your neighbours room. Whoever they were, they had a lot of cool stuff lying around and an easel? Did you manage to move in next door to a painter?
As if on cue, you saw through the open bedroom door the hallway light turned on. You decided to keep watching, so you did just that, crossing your arms over your chest as you observed.
It was a girl, maybe around your age, she was cute you wouldn't lie, but she looked stressed. She didn’t notice you — not yet at least — she tossed down her side bag and began rummaging through the place.
Searching for something until she seemingly found it, a sketchpad? She dropped it down onto the desk in front of the parallel window, still too focused to notice you, she began flipping through the pages clearly muttering to herself.
It wasn’t until she stood up straight, running her hands through her hair, her eyes caught yours and she froze. Now this, this was awkward, the girl was very clearly embarrassed to be caught brainstorming whatever it was she was doing and you — you were people watching, a normal occurrence for you actually.
You both blinked a few times before you decided to give her a small wave and smile, hoping to come off as friendly. She looked behind her then back to you before pointing at herself; she couldn’t be this dense?
You nodded your head, giggling to yourself; cute, probably talented and funny? What a score.
She nervously waved back, you came up with the smart idea to open the window. Looking down at the locks you tried to decipher them before attempting just to make yourself not look stupid, fucking architectures and their complex living designs.
You thought, why not ask your neighbour? Turning your attention back to her you were met with closed curtains, your stomach sank, was it something you’d done? You tried to shrug it off and sat back at your desk, it ruined your mood, even if you could stream you didn’t even really want to anymore.
You typed up a short announcement for your page, letting your fans and followers know that you’d be back in a few days due to your location move. With that, you shut your laptop and plopped down into your bed, Jaws joining you shortly after.
“Hey bud,” you whispered, scratching behind his ear as he flopped over next to you. “I’m not that mean looking, am I Jaws?” You joked, slowly falling asleep as the thought of the girl pacing her room filled your mind.
On the other hand, Ellie was up late, she’d sold one of her pieces earlier that evening but that only meant she had to get to work on her next big thing. “Shit.” She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands pulling at her roots and her knees bouncing.
She could do Salt Lake City, a pretty portrait of what the place would look like post apocalyptic? No, that was too childish. She could do something displaying her personal struggle, but that would be too telling; she didn’t want people to know her personally.
There was so much she could think of but nothing felt right to her, she sighed, laying back in her bed and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck my life.” She muttered, she sat in silence for a bit before turning back to closed curtains.
She felt bad for abruptly cutting of your interaction but she knew she needed her focus, though she was curious, the last person that lived there had their blinds closed all the time; Maybe she should’ve been a bit warmer.
Ellie rose from her spot, slowly walking over to the closed curtains taking a breath before peeking through them. Your room was now dark, but she could still make out your sleeping silhouette on the bed and the small dog you had curled up next to you. “Awe.” She smiled to herself, Ellie had always wanted a dog growing up but Joel had always deemed her ‘not responsible enough’ to handle one.
She stood there watching you, not in a creepy pervy way — maybe just a little bit — but in admiration. You were stunning from what she caught a glimpse from earlier, it made her kinda nervous to have someone as pretty as you just next door.
She sat at her desk, opening her signature sketchbook and beginning to scribble. It was you, your silhouette at the window earlier and you now resting next to your pup, she also drew a small portrait of you with your smile and pretty nose.
All it was missing was your eyes, she couldn’t recall what they looked like and it pissed her off. She spent all night trying to get them right but she couldn’t; she fell asleep at her desk trying to perfect your portrait but alas, her body betrayed her.
You spent the next few days unpacking, Jaws and Binks being your extra set of hands, or paws you should say.
You sat on your couch, Jaws in your lap as you watched ‘Love island’ for the first time. “What the fuck is this.” You muttered to yourself about a hundred times while watching it but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the screen.
Just as you were about to try and find something else to put on there was a light knock at your door. Jaws was quick to start barking and run to the door, you chuckled. “Alright Jaws, I heard it too.” Padding your way to the door, you weren’t expecting anyone? Who dares disturb you while you're so busy?
When you opened it, you were taken back by the girl before you.
“Hi.” She smiled, very obviously nervous. You gave her a soft smile in return. “Hello.” You greeted playfully.
“I, uh-” She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. “Sorry, I’m Ellie.” She greeted, sticking her hand out for you to chase, you tilted your head to the side.
“Are you gonna open your eyes, babe?” You giggled, she did, blinking a few times before putting her hand back down. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You introduced yourself, your name echoing through her head as you smiled at her. She couldn’t collect her thoughts in time, you looked down at her other hand that was pretty preoccupied.
“Is that-” It was a try of two drinks and a small brown paper bag, had she gotten you breakfast? “Oh, yes. Yeah, I didn’t know if you drank coffee or liked tea, so I got you a hot chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.” She handed you the cup, her hands stained with colors which confirmed your suspicions from the other night; she was a painter.
“Still warm.” It melted your heart, not completely, but you did feel that sting at the back of your throat; the one that only meant one thing, tears.
“I also brought you something to go with it, a croissant, freshly baked.” She handed you the folded paper bag, breakfast in bed? She was pulling so many strings.
“This is so sweet, thank you, what do I owe this pleasure?” She smiled.
“Nothing, I just wanted to properly introduce myself to my new neighbour. I wasn’t all that nice the other night.” She fidgeted in her spot, kicking the ground.
“Don’t apologize, I was- people watching. I’m sorry.” Her apologetic eyes made your stomach jump, something about her was just so intriguing and you wanted to find out what it was. “Uh- would you, like to come in?” You opened the door a bit wider, trying to invite her in.
“I would- love to but I have a meeting with a couple buyers.” She spoke with her hands, it was cute, like a t-Rex with their signature tiny hands.
“Buyers?” You raised a brow, it sounded like what she did was very important. “Yeah, I do art. Well not do, I make art, well- I paint.” She corrected.
“Oh I see,” You smiled, an idea coming to mind. “Well I don’t wanna hold you here any longer, don’t want you to be late or anything.”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I’ll see you around then?” You asked and she nodded, you bid your goodbyes, as she was heading to the elevator you stuck your head out the door one last time.
“Ellie?” You called, she spun around on her heel, stopped in her tracks. “Maybe you could paint me one day?” You could see the color rise to her cheeks, before she could answer you, you started again.
“You know, like one of your French girls? If you catch my drift?” You smiled wide before disappearing into your apartment.
Ellie’s mind was filled with nothing more than your silhouette, your smell, your smile and your eyes. Sitting in the small conference room, her coffee had gone cold and she’d barely drunk it “like one of your French girls?” She whispered to herself for the thousandth time, smiling to herself; were you flirting with her?
“Ellie?” She turned to Dina, her best friend and basically manager “Can you do this?” She asked, her voice was stern, this was serious. Of course Ellie had sold the painting at the gallery from the night before but now she needed to solidify the price and figure out if they had any other inquiries.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this. In the bag.” She slouched back in her chair, trying to play it cool but the blush that started at your apartment never really went away. “We’re so fucked.” Dina sighed quietly as the buyers entered the room.
“Mister and Misses Nelson! Hello, how are you?” Dina put on her best ‘servicing voice’ she called it — just another way of her saying customer service tone, but she’d never admit that — greeting the married couple.
“I’ve got this.” Ellie reassured herself quietly.
Ellie bursted through her apartment door, tossing down her side bag and shrugging off the sweater she wore. “Fucking idiot.” Kicking her shoes off, she began to pace, now you’d think that she flunked the sale, that the Nelsons walked out and she didn’t get a single penny; well that’s not the case.
She sold, and it was huge, the Nelsons brought in her biggest cheque to date. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars, her chest tightened when she heard it; she was always so used to a mere three thousand, eight thousand, and on some occasions maybe ten thousand, but this? This was big.
That wasn’t the cause of her panic, no, the Nelsons wanted more than the one piece. They’d offered her a contract, they wanted her to do three more pieces.
They’d pay her twenty-five thousand a piece, present them at a high end showcase and go 75/25 on the finalized prices — and no she wasn’t on the short end of the deal, they were giving her most of the profits.
The only issue, Ellie’s pieces as of late had been lack luster in her eyes. Stuff she wouldn’t even sell on eBay in her opinion, the deal was perfect, she couldn’t just pass it up but how the fuck was she supposed to get out of an art block that she’s been facing for almost two months now?
She hadn’t realized she paced herself right into her room, maybe it was for the best because the first thing that popped into her mind was you. Curiously, she sat at her desk, same sketchbook, same spot, now though your environment had changed.
You had curtains now, a pretty pink with a leopard print decorating it, though you hadn’t closed them.
You sat in front of your webcam, wearing nothing more than a large t-shirt and your underwear. You felt lazy tonight, but you had a small fanbase to feed.
Sugama12 left a $25 dollar donation! -> you look so cute tonight.
“Awe you’re so sweet, I’m still unpacking so no special outfit tonight. Can you guys forgive me?” You pouted to the camera, waiting for something to come in.
user398760826: of course !!!
wetpussluvr9: flash us ur tits and maybe we will?
pinksilicone✓ left a $75 dollar donation! -> glad to see you back baby, I know ur hiding that delicious cunt from us.
You rolled your eyes playfully “Penny,” you whined, you made mutuals with Penny when you first started, she taught you everything you needed to know about caming; also taught you how to handle such a crowd.
“Fine you caught me, but you guys have just been so good to me for my first stream back.” You licked your lips, very obviously sneaking a hand between your thighs.
“It just makes me so, I don’t know- horny.” You whimpered, pushing away from the desk in your rolling chair, giving your viewers a peek at your hand down your underwear.
tealblu: ohmygoddddddd
oliveeeerrrrr: that’s so hot
titfckr: been waiting for this all day
Doubleaanderson left a $100 dollar donation! -> take ‘em off.
You smiled, your eyes low, senses filled with pleasure. “Anything for you baby.” You giggled before doing so, your pussy on full display.
“Ta-da.” You smiled, using your fingers to spread yourself. “I’m drenched.” You whined.
giggleshits14: so fucked out and so pretty, god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others
tealblu: slowdown, I can t type wit on e hand we ll
wetpussluvr9: I feel fed.
user398760826: squirting contest !!!
Doubleaanderson left a $150 dollar donation! -> cum, yeah.
pinksilicone✓ left a $350 dollar donation! -> fuck that baby, squirt, yeah.
Thank god for Penny.
“Yes, mommy.” You whined happily, stuffing your cunt with three of your fingers. Pumping them in and out at a steady pace, your jaw hanging slack as your whimpers and whines grew louder.
“Oh my-” There it was, the gush of sweet release. Your stomach caved in as you watched yourself come undone, your floor now resembling one of a swim deck; you had a mess to clean up later.
pinksilicone✓ left a $100 dollar donation! -> good job baby!
Doubleaanderson sent a $500 dollar donation! -> good girl.
You pulled yourself back to your desk, missing the puddle of your own pleasure by inches. You smiled tiredly. “Thank you baby,” you tried fixing your now messy hair.
“Now if you loves don’t mind, I have a mess to clean. I’ll come for you guys another time?” You smiled, many pings coming in as you blew a short kiss to the camera before logging off for the night.
Ellie was astonished at the show you’d just put on, her heart was racing, the beat matching the one between her legs as well. Not only were you drop dead gorgeous in her eyes but you knew your body like the back of your hand, something about it made warmth pool in her underwear.
She needed you, in more than one way, ways that would probably freak you out but god. It was beautiful.
Maybe she should’ve stopped gawking, as you relaxed back in your chair, pushing away from your desk as you let out a long sigh of relief, you smiled to yourself. Slowly turning towards your window, you opened your eyes causing you to shoot up in your chair.
Come to find out, you hadn’t closed your blinds that entire time and to your surprise there sat none other than Ellie at her window very obviously having watched your entire show from her window.
Without thought you quickly got up and shut your newly bought curtains “I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered to yourself as you held the curtains closed, you probably just scared off the girl of your nonexistent dreams. She’d probably label you a perverted freak, probably move out — seeing as she just found out she lives next door to a camgirl — tell her parents about you and they’d air your business out like dirty laundry to their neighbours.
“Fuck!” You threw yourself onto your fresh spread.
On the other hand, Ellie’s brain was moving like clogs. She sketched you so many times she couldn’t count them all, your pleasured face and your finger stuffed cunt. She imagined you in so many different positions and poses she couldn’t keep them bottled up, it gave her an idea.
She tried to sleep, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. She checked the windows to see if you’d opened your curtains, but still they remained shut. Ellie couldn’t help it, she got up around nine that morning, brewing a cup of black coffee and standing in front of a large empty canvas.
“This is pervy.” She whispered to herself before begin the sketch.
Dina once told Ellie about a flower “Clitoria ternatea” also known as the butterfly pea, Dina explained that it resembled the clit pretty well. Like mother nature's very own pretty pussy in all its glory, searching up a few photos, Ellie shrugged.
“Fuck it.”
She was on a role, or so she thought.
It took Ellie days to finalize the sketch, but once it came time to get to painting she was stuck. She felt as if she'd ruined the image if she added color to it, she was frustrated.
She held the paint filled brush inches away from the canvas, hesitating. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She put the brush down before running a hand over her face, she huffed, staring at the sketch before her.
The thought of you coming back to her, it brought back that warm feeling in her stomach and the clench between her thighs. “Mm- fuck.” She shifted, trying to fix her underwear.
Still uncomfortable, still wet. “Shit.” She muttered, she took a moment to think to herself, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-
“No, fuck that.” She began pacing, even peeked through her curtain to see what you were up to. Your curtains were wide open but the place was empty, just your two pups on your bed cuddled up together, sleeping.
“Of course, she’s not home.” She muttered, walking back to the piece she was working on. It felt as if the painting had gotten bigger, as if when she turned her back it doubled in size.
“No. No! It wasn’t this big before!” She grumbled, the flower was intimidating, the empty lines pleading for color. The white fabric seemed to be discolouring by the second, the image was distorting itself before her.
“Fuck off, Fuck. Off.”
She slammed her room door shut, shutting her curtains and dimming the room lights. Maybe it’s what she needed, a break from the brainstorming; she pulled up her laptop, ready to watch something corny and fall asleep hopefully.
She sat at her home screen for a minute, her mind wandering to none other than you. She glanced at her curtains, she could tell your lights were still off; you hadn’t come home yet.
“This is weird.” She whispered to herself as she opened her browser, switching to incognito and as if on cue she got a text from Dina.
The Man (Dina): Nelson's found a showcase, three months away.
her heart dropped.
The Man(Dina): big spenders, big opportunity. bring ur best els, i know u can.
It was all too much, she wasn’t used to such high stress situations like this. A time crunch? She didn’t do that shit, it took her in total a month over the span of eight months to complete one piece and now she was pushing out orders like a machine?
She sighed “Gotta loosen the screws somehow.” Ellie didn’t know where to start exactly, so she opened Instagram and searched your name. There you were, even your socials were pink — even if the layout was black, you somehow made it radiate a pretty pink.
Scrolling through your photos only made the girl realize that you were just as gorgeous online, there were thousands of people on your page you’d managed to rack up a solid fifty thousand followers. “Fuck me.” Ellie whispered as she sat up, moving her laptop into her lap.
Her brows creased as she scrolled your page, eventually moving on to your stories which were way more lewd. She eventually came across a clip of you and Penny together “If you wanna see us kiss you should like, click the link!” Penny joked and you giggled, the two of you very obviously sweaty from your previous activities.
Ellie knew better, it was an invasion of your privacy, hell she’d just met you — but it wasn’t a want at this point, no, it was a need.
The link led straight to a pretty pink website, very obviously your page, it was an old stream.
You sat on Penny’s bed, making sure you were live. The comments came flooding in, asking questions about your new location and pretty lingerie set.
“Is it live?” Penny asked, still fiddling with the camera, you shrugged. “You tell me.” You smiled.
“You bitch.”
bushbrigade1998: omg is this a collab?
user1290347865: I know this room.
pussygenie: You&Penny? Same room? This is about to get messy. LOVE.
nightowl5: get on with it.
cl1tf1ndr: that red one piece is stunning on u
katkilla✓: Penny find a new bombshell?
“Kitty? No fucking way!” Penny crawled into the bed next to you, reading the comments from your phone. “What do we owe this big surprise? You already know the answer to that.” Penny smirked at the camera.
katkilla✓: well??? introduce us!
So she did, placing a gentle hand around your throat as she told the audience who you were. “She’s such a good girl, I promise.” Reaching her thumb up and caressing your bottom lip gently.
“So? What should I do with her?” She asked the camera, picking your phone up waiting for a response.
venusclaire: GET, THE, STRAAAAAAAAAAAP
nightowl5: fuck! please!
user6969: oooo mating press!
“C’monnnn, I know you guys can do better than this.” You learned that Penny ran a strict program, no matter how many comments you responded to, you never — ever — take orders from anyone that isn’t donating.
Penny held your chin up with her free fingers, while her thumb remained inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue.
glitterclirz left a $50 dollar donation! -> show us her boobs.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Penny smiled, putting your phone down in front of you both. Taking her now damp thumb and sucking it clean from any excess saliva, you both giggled.
Penny slid behind you, moving your hair out of the way and resting her head in the crook of your neck “She smells so good, like warm vanilla.” She boasted before shoving her nose into your skin “Penny, oh my god!” You giggled, she undid your bra, letting the Lacey material fall before you.
“Oh my god.” Ellie whispered to herself, setting her laptop back on the bed and sprawling across her mattress as she began skipping through the video.
She got to a point where you’d both stripped down, the camera was no longer mounted now in the hands of Penny as she fingered you open, your moans loud as you gripped the red duvet beneath you.
“Slip me a third- Please!” You begged, staring up into the camera, your eyes watery as if you were on the verge of tears. “So polite,” Penny taunted, but she did what you asked.
“Fuck.” You breathed.
Ellie was infatuated with you, skipping further, the two of you now grinding against each other. The ache between her legs was unbearable in her underwear, yet she felt as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen; from you.
The camera was mounted once more, but off to the side this time. You were on top, being heavily guided by the girl beneath you “Penny, oh my god!” If you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. Your voice was high pitched and shaky, your whimpers loud and long as the sound of your two sloppy cunts making out filled the room.
“You’re doing great.” Penny whispered to you, she knew you were overwhelmed but you had an audience to please “Just one more, I know you can, for me?”
And as always, you did what was asked of you, Penny sat up to meet you, your skin colliding and breaths aligning. “You’re so pretty.” Was all you could get out before kissing your best friend as you both finished, you held on to each other tight.
Ellie didn’t bother to stick around to see the rest, if she wasn’t horny before she was now. Scrolling your page, you had a lot of content up, many playlists and popular videos which eventually led her to your most recent upload.
The stream from a few nights ago, she was too deep to turn back now so she opened it. She skipped ahead, getting around to you touching yourself beneath the desk. Ellie didn’t hesitate, flipping onto her back and stuffing a hand down her track pants and underwear trying to follow your lead.
Running gentle circles over her own clit before catching your hand moving a bit quicker “Shit.” She uttered through gritted teeth, picking up her pace with you.
You eventually got around to fingering yourself, Ellie of course followed, sliding her slender fingers in and out of herself at a similar pace “Holy Fuck-”
She stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her stomach tightened. “Oh my-” she heard you whimper one last time but she kept going, feeling herself grow closer by the second.
She said your name like it’d summon you, whimpering in between each call as her orgasm washed over her. It was like a shock of electricity followed by nothing. She blacked out.
What woke her was another ping from her laptop, she stirred in her unconscious state before rolling over onto her still open laptop.
“The fuck?” She rested herself on her elbows, still groggy. Her laptop screen lighting up and reading
‘5:43 AM’
“Oh my god.” She groaned, buried her head into her pillow. Which was interrupted by another ping, she turned her head just enough to see the notification, it was Dina again.
The Man(Dina): I know this is a lot, don’t overwork urself, or anything
The Man(Dina): I kinda need u alive to have a job, yk?
The Man(Dina): No pressure :).
Ellie was still too preoccupied from the previous climax she was coming down from to care, the fuzzy feeling throughout her body and shaky legs. She slammed her laptop shut before flipping over and sighing “I’m too fucked for this.” She muttered before succumbing to her ever most needed sleep.
Her dreams weren’t any help either, you were there, making sure she did everything but sleep in her dreams.
cw Ꮺ fluffy girlfriend things, and slight smut, strap use, sweet abby anderson
Only needs you to tell her about your coffee/drink preference once, and now she makes sure it’s in your hand every morning, perfectly made
Always opens your car door
Protector at all costs
Genuinely just a gentle big puppy 🥺
Leans closer every time you run your fingers through her hair
Lets you braid her hair (you’re the only person with that privilege)
Lets herself smile until the corners of her eyes crinkle when she’s around you because she loves you so much
Bad at showing affection through traditional gestures so she opts for buying every kind of flower there and creates a messy bouquet, that you still say you love
Needs glasses but doesn’t wanna wear them, but if you tell her to, she absolutely will
A little insecure about her little double chin but she entirely forgets about it when you’re kissing all over her face
Doesn’t know how to use a strap so you have to teach her gently
Afraid of hurting you in sex so you have to guide her, holding her hips
“Am I going to fast?”/“Am I going too slow?” all the damn time
Loves watching your facial expressions when she does something that makes you happy, and also likes watching how your face contorts with pleasure every time she’s strap-deep inside you
after a texting situation gone south, you’re invited to a raging frat-party by the star athlete, your ex-best friend and bully—abigail anderson—to makeup your rocky pasts with more than a kiss.
┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: popular athletic switchbully!abby x girl rotter powerbottomfem!reader. college au!!! enemies to lovers with a hidden history? abigail anderson has always had a thing for you from day fucking one. you could never find out. therefore, she must stand her ground…leading her to act like an absolute bitch. you’re the “tired lesbian” in the back of the class with hardly any friends, always on your phone—and one day, you’d be the girl who would get your bully off over call to your voice with your guidance. to some, you and abby were more opposite than the damn sun and moon. you absolutely despised each other…but between small glances and middle fingers, there laid secret stares of lust and yearning for a time once shared. never would they think you and abby were once best friends in middle school.
~~~THIS FIC INCLUDES: depictions of violence/fighting, world building of friendship nostalgia, phone sex—mutual masterbation, mention of drugs & alcohol, making-out, secret sweet to rude, nasty/passionate sex—fingering (reader&abby!receiving), tit sucking (abby!receiving), oral (reader&abby!recieving) and strap fucking in missionary cuz yes!! so intimate n rough (reader!receiving!!). asphyxiation/choking, given a hickey, called mean names such as slut and whore—said with good intentions because abby knows u may or may not get off to her being a meanie :)—(reader!receiving). sweat licking/body worship kink—(abby!receiving). calling abby “mommy” & “good girl” :D, abby has a fat clit and is a squirter cuz i said sooo!! reader & abby have bushes bcuz free the all natural girlies!! :3
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ author's note: sorry it takes me so long to put stuff out :( i just revise and revise, just adding a bunch cuz i want it to be super yummy for yall !!! the smut parts are a little…i kinda went all out cuz who doesn’t crave sweet yet mean degrading and subby abby :3 the lesbian best friend angst and sexual tension goes crazy in this fic so UGHH!! and shout out to my girls with anger issues and fucked up sleep schedules, this one is for u!! hope u enjoy!!
and omg here was the art for this fic!!!
abby was the only girl on her football team and one of the best damn players. at her games, spotting her was always easier than expected, her tight ass and perfect braid so recognizable in the sea of guys. after the most recent game last night—today, you’re shaken up by a rough shove against your gymroom locker, mean hands gripping your sweaty shoulders as they usually do when she needs to take her anger out on something after training, “Hey.” abby’s face, only inches away from yours, seems a little different with her intimidating stance today. “The fuck were you doin' at my game last night?” she sighs with a hitch in her breath, a sound that contrasts her natural confidence, “I couldn’t focus when a damn pathetic thing like you was staring." hey. how’d she know you were there? your body constantly worked against you and right about now, you may or may not have whimpered as you glanced from her eyes to tits, noticing how snug her tanktop fit. shit.
abby’s eyes soften for a moment, watching your nervousness coat your face red. her eyes wander your body, dissecting what to do next with a furrow of her brows.
you gulp softly, wincing, knowing something’s coming.
and you weren’t wrong—she jostles you forward once more, strong hands gripping your shoulders with rough force, banging you against your locker again, the metal clanging hard. you jolt with an agitated exhale, eyes fluttering shut, slightly pissed you already have to deal with her this early in the day. you groan—“Hey!” your breath growing uneasy as abby stares at you intensely, waiting for an answer. “You never come to my games.”
“why does that matter, abby?” you glare at her, hands moving to her wrists, trying to push her off you but her large hands won’t budge, only making her pin you harder against your locker. her proximity always made you blush and it’s so embarrassing.
the conversation and abrupt bang of the metal caught the attention of other students changing, only making them glance over with a laugh, assuming abby was just joking around with a new friend or something.
worst thing was you weren’t new.
you were just never fucking known.
however, it was reasonable. your appearance changed every other week—trying to figure out different aesthetics, reinventing, just alternative shit, always attempting to figure out who you are.
people knew you as someone not to mess with—which is why you were…somewhat ostracized. “a little insane” was what they stupidly called you. it was a little bit of a stretch but when abby picked on you on the wrong day, you could bruise her up bad.
nothing ever felt right.
you were always tired.
doom-scrolling till you passed out at 5 in the morning every other day.
god, you only felt worse when you had a closeted raging lesbian picking on you.
you fucking hated it.
but you didn’t fully hate her.
a popular girl walks by, scoffing at you and the whole scene, eyeing abby down with that look before frivolously saying, “Hey, Abby.”
“Hi.” abby sternly mutters, gaze staying on you, clearly not interested in anyone but you.
abby knew everyone. everyone knew abby. being on the football team gave her a natural pass, other than her looks and an awkward charming personality...but—to you, she puts up a wall or something and becomes this shitty girl even if you’re in a radiance of her.
none of those kids looked hard enough to see the confusion behind your eyes and just a little beyond right at abby’s enlarged pupils, noticing how her eyes always lit up when she spoke to you.
“Why’d you dress like that, yesterday?” abby murmurs with a hushed tone, secretly feeling foolish and regretful for possibly hurting you a little too hard against the door of your locker.
it was a hell of an excuse to touch you, but shit, it wasn’t a good one.
“like what?” you ask under your breath, baffled by her softer tone, eyes lingering to her pouty lips.
“You know what.” abby rolls her eyes dramatically, her big shoulders shrugging followed with a tilt of her head—acting in such an odd way that makes you scrunch your nose with confusion.
your outfit last night?
you wore a miniskirt with a lowcut shirt—a bit of a contrast to the zip-up you always throw on after feeling a little embarrassed about whatever outfit you wore.
“i-uh, uhm.” you nervously crane your head further against the locker, body language shrinking as abby blinks hard, her breathing growing heavy.
“there was a pretty girl there.” you mutter quietly, eyes seeking her approval of some sort. abby leads part of the LGBTQ+ club at the college on Saturdays—normally going to learn and support the kid she babysits, Lev. you knew she was a good person, she was just…incredibly rough around the edges with you.
you always attended the club but she constantly shot you certain looks for some odd reason whenever they discussed homosexual marriage or the dating scene.
abby knew you were gay. your lesbian pin on your backpack practically mocked her whenever she saw you.
“P-pretty girl? Who?” abby’s face grows with shock, her stutter surprising you.
“abby, what—?” you feel your heart tug at the way her eyebrows crease with what looks like…the fear of betrayal.
what in the world?
the thing is with abby—you’ve always slightly enjoyed the attention she gave you—whether be it her almost tripping you, stupidly elbowing your books out of your grasp, or your favorite, when she’d eye you as you walk home from her truck…god, nothing made your heart race more that.
her pretty eyes and strong soft hands were always not on your mind. that’s what you like about her. how beautiful she is.
worst thing is you know she’s such a sweet person.
the way she acts towards you…really hurts your soul. she was textbook bully mean.
man, you know shouldn’t like someone who treats you like shit.
recently, you’ve been learning to move on since she’s been pretty persistent with you since high school…
—and the couple years of college…it still seems abby wants nothing to do with you beside make you feel even more miserable.
it still confuses you. she doesn’t like you.
not like that.
you don’t even wanna imagine how’d she react if she found out how you feel about her.
god, she could actually beat you up for it.
…but from the way she stares at you during class…alright, it’s a little dumb to think about it, you know, considering the concept of dating your bully. it’s just that the idea…makes you too elated for something with such little hope.
“D-do I know her?” abby arches an eyebrow, her voice raising in anger—almost annoyed you’ve never told her something so seemingly important to her.
“she’s the blonde girl in our biology class.” your voice drops to a whisper as you search her gaze, utterly perplexed by the way she’s reacting for someone who dislikes you.
“Blonde girl? The one who transferred here recently?” abby’s voice softens with intrigue and it’s the most normal you’ve ever heard her in a long time.
the new girl you were speaking about—pretty, tall, blonde, on the soccer team and a blatant homosexual.
you remember the day she came in during your biology class. it was recent—about a week ago when you and abby sat side by side as you were miserably lab partners that afternoon. the room completely changed when that new girl walked in. man, she was an absolute ray of sunshine. you had only slept three hours that night and the moment she walked over after greeting the teacher and asked what you were currently learning, fuck, she felt like a shot of pure caffeine.
you remember looking over at abby as she walked away, the sexy sway in her hips making you practically melt. as your face was bright red, you happened to catch the glint of something behind abby’s scowl.
abby began treating you even worse after finding out you may or may not have a crush on that girl.
“Why her?” abby exhales heavily, agitated that you think about other girls for some reason. she feels her throat run dry, a pit in her stomach deepening as she watches the way you glance at the grip on your shoulders, eyes begging to unhand you.
abby hated her feelings more than she hated you.
she understood how attractive your eyes are. how pretty your hair is. how sweet you speak. the potential you can have if you got out of your head and focused on your reality. sometimes she wishes she could be there for you.
abby could’ve had it all if she treated you like a normal fucking person.
shit.
“She’s not even that cute.” the sentence rolls off abby’s tongue with disgust and the second it did, she regretted it terribly. you squint with an irritated glower, a little thrown off why she’d say something like that about someone who has nothing to do with you.
but of course abby would.
to you, her words came off as her classic rude behavior, so used to her demeaning every word you muttered. but to abby…it felt revealing. like her heart fell out of her mouth and splat onto your adorable frame.
to abby, her clear jealousy made her grow shameful, tinting her freckled cheeks pink.
gladly, you didn’t catch it—and that allowed abby to dig the hole even deeper within her chest, “An ugly ass girl for someone like you?—That’d be fucking hilarious.” abby removes her grip from your shoulders with a grimace, roughly shoving your face away from her with one of her large hands.
you groan with a squeak at the push, the back of your head hitting the metal a little too hard, making abby quietly wince. she knows she needs to stop putting her hands on you. you rub your head with a small sigh and resume grabbing your crap from your gym locker. you resisted hitting her back today since you were just too exhausted from working out right now.
in late highschool, you used to fight abby every other damn day. things used to get bloody. it was a really fucking dumb time of your lives. kids crowding you as you and her brawled in the middle of the field during P.E. with abby’s hand on your throat, your hands grabbing at her braid and shoulders, her big body pinning you down…man, you would both get sent to the principal office together.
sometimes…you miss the adrenaline.
or maybe the way she’d look at you while you quietly sat together in the office as your hand would hold her shaking one.
but now, as you’ve gotten older, something really changed. touching each other had gotten weirder which is what lead to less physical fights between the two of you.
the big thing is…you and abby used to be very good friends.
it was the main reason why you were so comfortable with fighting—especially when you knew each other’s weak points so well.
way back, you were gentle and quiet while abby was rowdy and silly, the two of you inseparable best friends in middle school.
and the most heart-breaking part of it all—you were each other’s first kiss.
a falling out between you and abby later in the middle of high-school occurred when you had gotten your first girlfriend and shit, abby did not know how to communicate.
her jealousy lead to an abrupt end one day where she just stopped hanging out as much with you.
you were someone who understood the importance of maintaining friendships alongside dating.
abby didn’t. she hated it.
hated the way she saw you hold hands, speak to each other in the sweetest ways and the way she pecked your cheeks and your lips—the ones she once kissed.
abby resented you.
resented the way you got to be the cutest lesbians with someone you like.
she wanted that with you.
and because of that, your first fight was not pretty.
abby had almost beat the fuck out of you after you made a remark how you almost lost your virginity the night prior with your new girlfriend—joking around how abby, herself, hadn’t.
you having sex with someone you hardly knew destroyed abby. she knew everything about you. your most-watched movie when you were ten to every birthmark and mole you had and her utter favorite—when you used to lay beside each other, giggling and tracing every one of her freckles. fuck, it hurt abby so bad when you wanted to have sex with someone you began crushing on a couple months before.
—and not with your best friend of nearly five years.
that was the most rage you had ever seen in abby’s eyes. she almost broke your fucking arm and you gave her a black eye.
—that’s when it started.
everyday, abby regrets that first swing.
your gaze locks onto your dirty running shoes and deodorant tucked away in your locker as abby walks away to unlock her own locker, her large frame only a couple feet away from you on your left—allowing the air to be insanely thick as you both change.
you know the drill.
you carefully take a peek over, eyes wandering her body unconsciously as she pulls her sweaty shirt off.
abby’s toned stomach and sports bra come into view and your eyes glow with attraction and you immediately shift them back into your messy locker as if nothing happened. the silence is filled with distant chatter of other students and shit, you need to leave before you say something stupid. you quickly tug off your tanktop, yanking on a fresh one. you swiftly grab your water bottle along with your backpack, shutting your locker hastily—instantly fleeing the scene before you consider thinking about your damn bully all night later.
abby glances over seconds after she pulls her shirt off as she may or not wonder whether you ever look at her when she’s shirtless. still curious if you’ve ever thought of her like that. in her bra, she can feel the burning tension—eyes gluing to the floor to not stare as you get dressed. god, abby needs to apologize to you. her heart tightens as she watches your pretty face discreetly out of the corner of her eye, gaze trailing your body with disappointment as you walk out of the gym locker room—completely losing her damn chance. her eyes linger a little longer on your ass than they should.
classic abby—she realizes, standing in front of her locker feeling her heart pound with anxiety. she stares at the floor, nervously scratching at her sweaty face. you. the thought of you hanging out with that new girl…she pulls her clean shirt over her head with a growing pout, fuming stupidly about how you want someone.
someone else besides her.
the thought alone makes her want to hurt you.
—to pin you down, with your wrists held tightly by your head…beneath her. but no. she can imagine hugging you. cuddling you and smelling your perfume. even giving you a small kiss.
abby hates who she’s become.
her pure anger always leads back to her jealousy.
she wishes she was that new girl. just for that new restart.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you relax in your last class, sociology, one where abby always seemed the calmest—most likely since it was the end of the day and her football practice had worn her out.
the room was dark as you watch a small film about the human nature and it’s psychology.
abby’s arms were crossed as she sat back in her chair beside you since you were still partnered up—her large frame unknowingly stealing glances at you every other second.
you’re leaning forward on the desk, hand resting on your chin, attempting to pay close attention to the screen since you had a test at the end of the week.
the air was still.
too still. you quickly become lost in your thoughts—suddenly imagining discreetly having a slow makeout sesh with abby in this dark room.
shit, your pussy throbs.
you’ve been having thoughts like that lately since a couple weeks ago when abby followed you into the girls bathroom to show you a lesson about not embarrassing her in front of her team—where stupidly enough, she threatened you by coming a little too close. the crucial problem that happened was…abby accidentally grazed your neck with her lips mid-confrontation.
feeling her pouty lips on you ignited something within you.
a sense of longing. a crave for a gentle touch of her. to be done with all this silly shit.
since then, you cannot stop thinking about her kissing your neck, face and lips with affection...and maybe even need.
it’s like a guilty pleasure.
that cruel girl.
she even plagues your mind.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, following the cool graphics of the video on the bright screen.
man. you can’t help it though. her presence simply has always driven you crazy.
you take a peak at abby over your shoulder—eyes suddenly widening as you find her to already be staring at you.
the cool bright hue of the screen lightens her gorgeous freckled face, her strong features so perfect when she’s calm. abby is so beautiful, her strong arms, nice shoulders, adorable braid—eyes drained and almost vulnerable.
weirdest thing is she doesn’t look away. there’s no shame, no embarrassment in blatantly staring at you, nothing—absolutely nothing blocking her fears in this dark room for some reason.
your own eyes stay on hers, dissecting how someone who looks so pretty and kind-hearted can be so rude.
but something seems even more off from this morning in the gym locker room, she seems defenseless. like…a normal human being. woah.
abby’s eyes suddenly soften as she takes in your delicate face, almost as if she’s reminiscing something—and god, you feel your heart ache for her…laughter.
holy hell. you haven’t felt like that in so fucking long.
jeez, when she was speaking to you so normally like she used to earlier, it must’ve tapped into your brain making you remember the time where she used to be so giggly.
you expect her to snap out of it and suddenly glare at you or something but no—she raises her eyebrows with a nod at the screen, a discreet playful smile spreading across her lips, teasing you to stop looking at her.
the light-hearted tension warms your heart as you turn back to the illuminated screen, a small blush appearing on your face. goodness, your mind spins with that fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
however, something within your head begs you to be careful. it’s yelling you no—she’s not being herself.
but this.
this is her.
this is the girl you miss.
you cross your arms on the desk, moving your face onto your wrist—resting your head in the big crook with an anxious sigh, the casual pine scent of abby near you corrupting your senses. truly, it’s the want of turning to her and creating small talk like everything is okay is somehow way stronger than you thought.
the sound of abby’s soft breathing makes your heart race. now that you think about it, those reactions you felt when being pinned down by abby, every time it happened…it wasn’t only from adrenaline.
fuck, you do like her.
you almost jump when abby suddenly leans forward too, a little smug smile playing on her face as she copies your exact movement, big freckled arm brushing against yours—definitely causing your neck heat up as you turn to her.
your doe eyes meet her big pretty blue ones.
abby gazes at you almost with yearning and you can feel it in your soul. butterflies flutter in your damn tummy as she moves closer, her smirk big as she mutters with such a soft sassy tone, “What’re you staring at, hmm?”
your eyes squint with—you can’t believe it, confusion and admiration—her gentle voice feeling like one of those warm blankets you used to cuddle together with during sleepovers when you were around thirteen.
fuck, it hurts to remember.
hurts in a good way to realize all that time you’ve spent arguing could now be replaced by being under the blankets together making up!
the inappropriate thought makes you chuckle quietly as you shrug, heart breaking slightly at the optimistic idea. you poke her elbow with yours playfully—a whisper with a grin tugging on your lips grows with a little more confidence, “what’re you looking at, abby?” the lights from the screen flicker from bright frames to darker ones, almost replicating how your heartstrings tug every which way because…what is going on?
…weeks and weeks have gone by where abby’s trying to get better. be better. and today, abby will do it. she’s done. done going home at the end of the day, utterly disgusted by her own actions. she’s simply done with lying to herself. lying that she hates you. lying that every time you’re in her view, she doesn’t have to resist herself from pulling you in for a forgiving kiss.
she’s done with constantly being on guard like a little puppy.
she craves your smile everyday.
abby clears her throat, head tilting with embarrassment, voice lowering, “I wanna say I’m sorry—I…apologize for this morning.” the moment those words leave her mouth, she exhales shakily, the relief noticeably leaving her posture.
small steps, abby, small steps.
your eyes grow big, astonishment troubling your gaze and trail of thought.
you must’ve fallen asleep during class.
you’ve had to.
the lights suddenly turn back on, making you wince at the sudden gleam. you softly grin with comfort as you abruptly catch how bright red abby’s cheeks are—realizing the connection you once had with her can still sparkle.
almost on queue, the graying teacher breaks the instantaneous shuffling steps of your classmates, his booming voice dull of fatigue, “Guys—please work on your projects tonight and discuss them with your partners.”
you’ve been putting off this biology project because talking to abby alone with no chaos…sounds awfully a little nerve-wracking.
you stand up, pushing your hair behind your ear with a sweet smile—eyes trailing abby’s frame, taking in…how hot she really is. really understanding how bad you want her when she doesn’t just treat you like gum under your shoe.
your heart hadn’t raced like that in forever. you glance at abby’s beefy body as you pull over your backpack, acknowledging her demeanor is so much more less intimating.
“Text me later, mkay?” abby states with a gentle sound of her voice, eyeing you down with a little shy smile. you nod slowly with a flushed furrow of your brow—unknowing to abby trying to escape you since…she may or may got a little too overstimulated with being so nervous in the dark class. you, personally, still feel thrown off and you want more. abby quickly turns, impatiently pushing in her seat—allowing you to follow up beside her, walking alongside the other students leaving class. you grow anxious being right next to her since your brain is telling you to reach for arm like old-times.
you shuffle against the other kids, suddenly catching sight of the new girl you’re crushing on move right in front of abby.
and—oh my shit.
you’ve never noticed how awfully similar they look. their pretty blonde—strawberry blonde if you will—head of hairs, tall frames, strong bodies crafted from sports and even the way they move…seems so comparable. so strikingly alike as if they could genuinely be related.
god, you don’t like this new girl because she’s a ray of sunshine or fucking caffeine.
you like her because she reminds you of abby.
your abby.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you lounge on your messy bed, pretty frilly pillows and fluffy sheets surround you as the sweet sunset lowers through your window. it’s around 7:30pm. you’re moisturized and heavily perfumed from a cool shower, wearing a babydoll tanktop and a pair of lacey panties, now relaxing—and doing what? you’ve been scrolling on pinterest for about an hour.
you sigh, swiping up and exiting the app…only for you to open it once again.
you’re wasting so much time.
you know what you’re obviously putting off.
you drop your phone on your stomach and stare at the ceiling, mind blank as you contemplate whether or not you should start on your homework.
ugh, your tummy aches just thinking about texting abby.
you rub your face with a tired groan, palms digging into your eye sockets thoroughly as a sudden ding is heard from your phone.
your hands scramble for your phone with a certain franticness that surprises you.
“Hey”
a text from abby.
the text from abby.
was she waiting for you to text and since you didn’t…she gave up? could that be what happened? hope not because that would be so embarrassing on your end. fuck, your mind spins with different possibilities as your stupid heart race picks up once again as you attempt to think of what to reply back.
alright. hiiiiii—too much. what’s up?—god, too corny. hey abs!—damn it. how do you phrase this without sounding desperate?
“Helloooooo”
you exhale heavily—imagining abby sitting on her bed, her soft one you used to do homework on together.
“I just got back from the gym so come onnn let’s make this quick cuz I have to shower”
the thought of sweaty abby naked invades your mind. you groan and squeeze your eyes shut hard, tossing your phone beside you carelessly.
earlier, you had been scrolling through tumblr—gawking at butches. delicious boobs. lesbian art. all the sorts with your vibrator in your pants.
damn. all you do is masturbate and scroll. scroll, scroll, scroll. god, you have to make something happen with abby. you have to get out of these old habits.
you grumble with an exhausted eye roll, yawning while rubbing a hand through your hair, wishing you could take a nap and never wake up again.
“Wanna see my pump?”
oh my god.
her post-workout body?
is she trying to kill you?
your stomach churns.
…abby’s always known you had a thing for muscles.
after you had gotten obsessed with girls in the beginning of middle school, one fat crush was on an older girl who had been strong and ripped since she was on swim team. when you told abby about this, she instantly went out of her way to get a gym membership.
has she always had a thing for you?
“Could be an apology for this morning😅?”
how do you respond to that without genuinely sounding like you want her?
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oh FUCK.
abby’s in front of her bathroom mirror, the bright light overhead illuminating the sheen of her sweat on her body only in a bra—one of her bulging freckled arms flexing downwards, accentuating her plump bicep. her stomach, abs, slick with her hardwork, baby hairs on her forehead a mess with sweat on her brow…
you don’t even know how to react but…all you know is how badly you feel your panties stir.
abby’s never sent anything like that. like even when you were friends.
oh, your thighs writhe.
pressing the sensitive flesh under the cloth only makes it worse.
…the urge to slip your panties down is tempting.
god, so tempting.
so, so tempting.
…you know it’s wrong.
you throw your phone across the bed with a blank stare at your pretty thighs.
hmm.
what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. right?
you reach for the drawer of your nightstand, in need of your vibrator.
you probe the knob, suddenly pausing.
shit, you’re hesitant.
…you sigh with a shutter, feeling guilty for what you’re doing. your fingertips only drag back to your thighs, resting on the soft skin. you abruptly grab at the waistband of your panties, calming down a bit when thinking about the idea of imagining abby’s fingers with yours. that’s tame, right?
two dings from your phone.
you pause, your underwear half-way down—your cute bush only slightly revealed.
you pull them back up swiftly, crawling across your sheets to hastily grab your phone. you tilt your head with a wince, now sitting very upright, fearful she knew what you were doing somehow.
“Miss Dumbass your read receipts are on🧐”
the emoji makes you softly giggle with relief, scrolling further down though…your smile fades unexpectedly fast.
“What’re you wearing right now?”
your stomach fucking flips.
oh, she’s so obviously interested in you. who asks that type of question without wanting to get into your pants, right?
right?
fuck, you hope you’re taking this the right way.
alright, alright, if you aren’t, let’s make this seem casual.
well…what do you say?
a pit deep in your stomach is growing.
..should you be honest?
your fingers fly across the keyboard before you notice.
“one of my fav pretty shirts 💪”
the fucking flexing emoji? the hell is wrong with you? you mumble with a groan at your own stupid ass message watching as her text bubbles appear. you unconsciously bite down on your bottom lip, your idiotic heart pounding in your head.
“What about your bottom half?”
she is interested. oh no.
“that’s confidential ma’am!!”
your eyes widen as you clicked send, not meaning to say something so utterly dripping with sexual playfulness. you feel so embarrassingly dumb…however, come on, who knows? this can go somewhere good. well, you hope.
“Tell meeeeeeeee”
you sigh with a little laugh at the amount of e’s, suddenly getting an underlying feeling of an attempt of her trying to flirt after all these years.
“what are YOU wearing abigail🙄”
“Well I’m in ma boxers cause i need to breath after all those damn squats 😁💔”
OH. the playful batter just took a turn and you’re loving it. let’s see how far you can go with this.
“you’re in your boxers??? let’s just say i’m wearing something similar 😋”
“Oh my🫡”
“So likeee you’re in your undies, i’m in my undies…”
“🤫🤫”
abby’s so silly.
you can sadly tell she hasn’t really spoken with any girls since you.
oh no. oh shit.
your clit is aching as you recall the photo she just sent.
fuck.
you need to spice this shit up.
enough with the games because you both have something you want.
go big or go home, right?
and well—honestly…you need it.
and she probably does too. you can practically feel her awkwardness behind the screen.
loosen the tension.
you slip down your panties carefully, tossing them to the side as you spread your thighs gingerly. one of your fingers automatically linger to your nub. goodness, you let out a gasp of relief—really noticing how wet she can get you with such little time. or maybe you were unconsciously thinking about her the whole time instead of those girls earlier.
you quickly lick your wet finger, hands moving back to your phone to type something crazy.
“what if im not wearing my panties anymore!!”
“???”
“You’re lying”
“Liar”
she’s being cautious.
“why would i lie, abby???”
“Why would you take them off knowing you’re talking to me?”
“Me of all people?”
she thinks it’s too good to be true.
but hey, at least she’s knows the way she acts is wrong.
man, the idea of teasing her over text so sounds so good right now. man, you might become a little reckless.
“what if i want you to know about it, abby?”
“thinking about me with no panties on? bare with nothing but a shirt on?”
you hardly notice how many seconds go by as your hand falls back down between your legs, middle and ring finger rubbing gentle firm circles on your pulsing clit, imagining abby’s pretty face—sweaty, even contorted with pleasure…
god, you wanna say it.
you have to.
what is there to lose?
“that photo you sent was really hot abby”
“so hot, it was the reason i slipped down my underwear.”
her text bubbles finally reappear after about thirty seconds, making you glow with lustful excitement.
“You liked it that much?”
“if my hand is between my legs, what do u think?”
“God that’s so fucking hot”
“Holy shit”
you grin widely to yourself as your cheeks grow hot, wondering what abby’s doing all alone in her room as well.
“Do you want me to send you another photo?”
“I can”
“If you want”
she’s so much more wrapped around your finger than you realized.
“only if you want to abbyyyyy”
your hand continues rubbing your rock solid clit slower with more force, getting more turned on by the second—truly understanding you’re sexting the one person you never thought you’d be on good on terms with.
you whine softly from your fingers—craving more. you instantly reach for your vibrator in your nightstand, needing that overstimulating hot sting.
you click on your cute little vibrator, the shape of it being formed as a little bunny, such a contrast to the situation. with a lipbite, you move the buzzing bunny tail between your pretty pussy lips, jolting with a moan at the sensitivity. gladly, your parents weren’t home.
| “abby😾” sent an Image |
good lord.
you pick up your phone, the stimulation adding to the moment as your eyes lock onto the picture of abby.
the image is of abby’s lower torso, her soft thick abs, still a little wet with her sweat—accompanied with her thumb near-by, teasingly pulling down the waistband of her boxers, revealing the skin of her hip…and some of her deep-blonde bush.
“I wna see U 2”
“That OK?”
the way she’s typing…you wonder if a hand is in her pants.
“it’s perfectly ok, abs 😋”
you remove your toy from your pussy lips, immediately opening the camera app on your phone. you lean the camera away from your upper body, only allowing your bare thighs to be revealed—the slickness wetting a bit of your inner thighs just right and you even let a bit of your own bush to be seen as well.
you bit your bottom lip with an eager grin, clicking the message app and selecting the enticing photo of yourself. you send it. god, abby being attracted to you is everything you’ve ever wanted. how come you haven’t done this earlier?
“This is insane fuck”
“we’d look pretty hot on top of each other if u stopped coming for my throat💝”
you giggle quietly as you reveal the honest truth, ponderous of what abby will text right back as your noisy vibrator kisses your clit so well.
“Say the word and I’ll never lay a hand on you again baby”
baby? oh, that just got you wetter.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
so demanding, whew, it’s so damn sexy when she isn’t being a bitch.
“mhm, abby”
“So am I”
you chuckle with a squeal, the idea of abby’s fingers hidden within her boxers makes you overwhelming ecstatic for some reason—most likely from disbelief you have this strong mean girl touching herself to you.
you type tensely, hips bucking against the humming toy as your gentle moans grow louder and louder, the sensation becoming too fucking good.
“does it feel good, abby?”
“U wanna hear how good I’m feeling?”
you raise an eyebrow, the next message making your eyes roll back for an abrupt second with a large smile.
“Do u wanna call?”
you have to.
you need to.
you don’t think twice before responding.
“sureeeeee”
her contact comes up on screen—and you can tell she wasted no time on clicking the phone option.
you stare at the enlarged image of her contact for a second—abby’s huge smile as she snuggles with her pet dog, Alice, on her bed, head resting on your thigh. it’s a photo you took on her birthday five years ago. oh. you’re going to call abby. older abby. miss “mature” and different abby. god, you really take in the situation. this is going to be so fucking amazing.
you answer the phone, bringing it to your ear—the coolness of your screen against your hot red ear enhancing the nerve-wracking silence, thrilling you for what’s to come next.
“…hi, abby.” you cheekily grin with your words, your sensual voice so doing numbers on abby.
you promptly hear her shaken tone, her breath coming in as a small pant, “Hey.”
“abby.” you begin, feeling your confidence skyrocket as you wind your hips against the lower sensitivity of your vibrator. you whisper with a flirty pause, “—are you wearing your boxers?”
your delicate huffs sound heavenly, making abby softly snicker with awe that this is all finally happening. a sudden sound you’ve never heard leaves her lips, a charming choked out gasp, “I am, y-yeah.”
abby harshly groans, the noise inducing the image of her open mouth and pretty lashes shut, creating an unconscious decision of clicking the next level of the vibrator. you grin widely with a sexy low coo, “i want you to take them off then, baby.”
she winces at your words, softly humming with her sultry voice, “Mhm, mhm, anything for you.” you can hear shuffling of fabric through the phone—slightly muffled but shit, you can only imagine how fucking good the creamy skin of her thighs look bare.
you smirk to yourself, biting down on your tongue as you grind against your vibrator, “are they off, abs?—”
“—Are you using something?” abby’s breathless sexy voice pierces your sounds—the loud buzzing very noticeable on her end.
“…maybe.” you tease with a little laugh followed with a small high-pitched squeak escaping your throat, “it just felt so so good…I had to use a little toy, abigail.”
“Fuck, you’re so...” abby grunts, her wetness thick enough to be heard through the phone. one of abby’s frantic whines reverberates in your ear, definitely becoming something you’ll think about regularly—she cries out, her voice full of desperation, “I wanna see your pussy so bad.”
your smug playful tone falls to a whisper, full of tease, “you wanna see how wet I got? how wet I got thinking about your pussy?”
“—Holy shit, uh-huh.” abby shakily exhales, panting with a certain type of nervousness that excites you. you clench your own eyes shut, rubbing your toy in slow circles against your protruding nub, really thinking about abby’s thick fingers around her own clit—masturbating in time with you.
ugh, you wonder how delicious her gorgeous cunt would look, how perfect it’d taste.
“instead of your fingers, imagine my face, abby.” you giggle softly, enjoying the hell out of reducing her to these pathetic quivering pants. your back arches off the bed as you moan with a cocky groan, “my tongue sucking on your juicy clit, loving how pretty and hard it is all for me.” abby lets out an ecstatic whimper at your words—the sexy sound full of power-less submission.
your small moans have such an effect on abby, the idea of you touching yourself on the other line is heightening the situation for her terrifyingly. you press your vibrator roughly against your throbbing clit as you chuckle, “abby, stick a finger in—”
“I already have two in.” abby replies with a sultry cry of a gasp, the lewd sounds of her wetness faintly heard moving in rhythm in the background of the call, making you smirk with so much satisfaction.
“so eager for someone you aren’t very fond of.” you whimper, smile widening as you roll yourself roughly against your toy, mind spinning as you imagine abby beside you, her legs spread, moist body, sweaty musk…
“Oh—I’m very fond of you.” abby groans abruptly, her calm pants growing rapid with severity.
“then why do you love starting fights with me?” you grumble with a small laugh, mouth suddenly falling open and eyes rolling back every now and then because every word she mutters gets your dripping pussy wetter by the second.
“I—I just…” she starts with a nervous squeak, “I have no fucking idea how to tell you how I feel.” abby sighs loudly with a sob of a moan, “Shit, I’m literally finger-fucking myself to you right now since I can’t bring myself to, god—“ she whines roughly with a high-pitched tone of fear, “—to letting you know i’ve had the fattest crush on you for like ever.”
“really?” your own strained response is so hot, abby can’t help but think of herself fingering you as her own fingers graze her tight velvety walls.
“Really.” abby softly murmurs with a frantic shake of her voice. she quietly speaks, her tone softening, “I’m having a party over at my place in twenty minutes.”
your eyes part with the idea that’s on both your minds.
“The frat guys from my team wanted to have a get-together for last night’s win since today’s Friday.” abby pants with a hitched breath of her words, attempting to hold back her sounds to talk clearly just for you, her next sentence most definitely catching you off-guard, “I—uh, bought a strap…like a billion years ago. I don’t know if you’re into that kind of stuff…but—uh…”
dead silence.
“Are you, baby?”
“—i’ll be there in fifteen, abby.”
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you stumble against abby’s front door, silky pink spaghetti tight dress which was in the back of your closet catches on the doorknob as you almost trip on the people chatting on her porch. the blaring music and loud shouting within the house pierces your ears like a wave as you enter inside.
you push past those with red cups, the rough scent of alcohol and weed in the air suddenly overpowering your senses. you scan abby’s warmly lit crowded living room, attempting to find her long braid and strong shoulders in the groups of cramped blabbering kids.
you walk through the living room, people turning heads at your unfamiliar sexy figure. you mumble, “—excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” as you press against towering dudes and gossiping sorority girls in the entrance of the kitchen.
you gawk at the fridge, by the pantry, at the island, near the sink and by the chairs.
fuck, she isn’t there either.
you press your thighs together as you notice a couple making out against the fridge, craving the idea of abby’s pouty lips.
you catch sight of one of abby’s teammates slouched against the wall of the hallway outside the kitchen, casually speaking with a new girlfriend. hey, it’s manny. he’s been growing out a beard which is making him look hilariously older. wait, maybe you can ask him! you move past some kids who’re noisily playing spin the bottle on the counter, catching his gaze with your eyes wide with need which is badly disguised as concern, “hey—have you seen abby?”
“Abs—?” manny looks around down the hall to the loud living room, his accent reminding you when abby used to hang out with him when she’d ask him to help tutor her for her Spanish classes a long time ago, “Hmm—she’s…I actually think she’s upstairs.” you nod with a thanks, turning and heading towards the staircase which is draped with kids drinking and conversing—however, manny grips your wrist tightly, catching you mid-step, “Be careful though.” he lowers his tone with an uneasy eyebrow raise, “I know how she fucks you up. Please be sure to knock on Abs’ door so we don’t have to call the cops or something.”
god, was it really that bad? all this time? you try to recall every-time you fought with abby, somehow only capable of remembering how bad the subtle sexual tension was—absolutely forgetting the fear factor and only how much you loved the way she touched you.
“got it.” you chuckle with gratitude, shaking your head as you make your way into the hall towards the stairs. “thanks, manny.”
~~~
abby’s nervously pacing upstairs in her stuffy bedroom, the heat accumulating from when she blow-dried her hair and neatly braided it. god, she wants to look her fucking best for you. abby had taken a quick shower after letting her friends in—gladly realizing they brought food, drinks and everything, already half-figuring out abby was trying to impress a girl.
abby threw on a white t-shirt, no bra—with loose shorts over her definitely soaked boxers. she slips a pair of slides on and heads out down the stairs with a quiver in her step.
her. you. sex.
this is wrecking her mind.
this has to be a dream.
she must’ve fallen asleep or something.
she’s had to.
“What’s up, Abs?” —“Sweet party, Abigail!”—“This beer is so good, Abby.” —are loud greetings which meet abby’s unaware frame as she wobbles down the stairs—drenched pussy grinding with each step. abby’s shameful eyes avoid her friends, feeling a little wrong for how badly she’s going to be neglecting everyone in search for you. “Hey, guys.” abby quietly—almost uncomfortably replies, making way into the hallway, turning into the packed living room, curiosity eating her alive if you’ve gotten here yet.
abby’s eyes drift along the full couch, the coffee table littered with drinks and snacks, the walls huddled with familiar faces who still didn’t involve you. she makes her way into the kitchen—pout growing as you’re no where to be seen.
abby’s chest aches with doubt, terrified you could’ve set her up to get back at her after all these years of tormenting you.
she walks back into the living room where all at once, a handful of her rowdy teammates getting off the couch with their half-finished beers in their grasps, drunkenly hoot, yell, slap at abby’s back, attempt to mess up her well-done braid and even pinch at her cheeks,
“Good job last night, Abs!”— “Thanks for letting us host the party here!” — “Don’t get all the pussy tonight, Abigail!”
abby softly laughs at the compliments, the last one making her glow a shade of scarlet. she nods awkwardly with a gritted smile—expression fading into uncertainty as she slithers out of the group of guys and back into the hallway—sighing as she decides to go back upstairs to maybe call you or something.
without warning, abby hears the word manny and your face slams hard into her chest, making you bounce back slightly with a yelp.
“shit!—i’m so sorry.” you immediately apologize with a laugh, rubbing your forehead, “oh—uhm, have you seen abby?” your eyes remain shut as you try to fix your mascara with a finger, suddenly reminding yourself to scramble in your cluttered purse for your lip gloss, “—honestly, i don’t think she’d be upstairs, and oh, if you don’t know abby, she’s the tall, pretty blonde—oh, WHAT am I talking about!? of course you know abby, everyone knows abby and if…”
your words trail cut off as you raise your head, twisting open your lip gloss—gaze meeting the wide-eyed freckled girl.
“abby.” you softly whisper, eyes wandering her huge body.
abby’s own eyes naturally linger to your cleavage, casual quick natural makeup and further down at how short your dress is.
she stutters, gaze pure of aroused awe, “Y-you look nice.”
the clamorous music creates an atmosphere so stimulating, enticing the idea of making out with her right here, right now.
no words swap between you for about ten seconds before you take a step forward, hand moving to grab her wrist—her skin beneath your fingers feels different and more familiar than ever before, the electric air contributing to making you feel like the only two girls in the world. you stare up at her with your doe eyes, letting them practically speak for you.
abby gazes back deeply at what seems to be your genuine fuck-me eyes, her boxers at this point feeling so bothersome. abby leans down by your ear, her eyes big with craving as she whispers,
“So…do you wanna go upstairs?”
you nod slowly, taking in how juicy her lips really look this up close. abby pulls back, braid swishing as she glances down the hall and at the staircase before looking down at you, eyes locking onto yours. “Alright. Come on.” abby eagerly pulls you along behind her, hand gripping yours tightly as you both make your way up the stairs.
holy fuck, are you gonna have insane lesbian sex with abby?
your “bully?”
you gawk up at abby’s huge shoulders, her scent she must’ve sprayed on now stirring those erotic motors in your brain.
each damn thump of the stairs, each fucking step up into the darkly lit second floor excites you…since…maybe you didn’t put a pair of panties on.
abby’s familiar room comes into your view, making you bite your lip with curiosity because how is this going to go?
abby opens her door, gripping the doorknob with an anxious hold that goes unnoticed by you—well, maybe since you’re a little distracted by wondering how good abby would looking sweating and half-lidded. she walks slowly inside, the tension already making her heart race with the booming music downstairs quieting as she carefully pulls you into the room.
your eyes scan her room, the low lighting creating an unsettling and calm aura that seems timid yet provocative. however, somehow, nostalgic unfamiliarity shines right back you from the view of how beautifully abby’s walls have changed since the last time you were there. you can tell she’s most definitely matured and maybe even wallowed in her own feelings from the vulnerability plastered on her walls of Hozier and Phoebe Bridgers albums. your eyes land on her bed, a little familiar round teddy bear and ontop of her white sheets lays a blanket littered with cartoon puppies winking—pushed slightly to the side, clearly showing how abby must’ve been embarrassed about you seeing again from the last time you came over.
abby sighs deeply, the sound bringing your attention back to her tall frame. her body is closer than you remember, causing you to lean back a bit with nervousness.
“May I—uh,” abby looks around awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours as her big hands fidget, “—Ask how much…uhm.” she tilts her head to the side with a wince, voice raising with a wave of her embarassed hands, “How much, you know like how much…”
abby puts a hand to her face, dragging her fingers along her freckled cheeks with a lack of energy before she finally blurts it out, gaining confidence with a deep exhale, “How many inches you can take?”
your eyes widen, pussy suddenly pulses and a playful smirk grows—so baffled how this mean girl is suddenly a mess, “whatever is okay.” you tease, tittering on your toes, bouncing up and down with sweet eagerness.
“I just don’t wanna end up hurting you.” abby scoffs, eyes leaving yours again as she places a hand on her shoulder, rubbing the probably sore muscle.
you mutter under your breath with a sing-song voice, “all those fights and you didn’t seem to care then...” your eyes roll with mischief—letting them drift to her nightstand which you realize still has a framed photo of you and her on it.
your eyes soften for a moment, reminiscing where that photo was taken. it was one of your first “friendship dates” as you loved calling them.
abby had taken you to the aquarium for a day out together. she bought you a little shark plushie as a gift before heading out and having lunch on the beach together—and on the beach—you asked an old couple near by to take a photo of the two of you. the photo captured how you were both tanning and in silly bikinis, wildly sprawling on top of each other with the prettiest smiles. her touch even then drove you crazy.
…saddest thing is that was one of the last times you hung out.
what most stood out was how you had held hands that day and your feelings had evolved into something new somehow.
maybe something did light up in your chest under the blue hue, surrounded by the big tanks of beautifully colored fish and spotted seals, the soft magical ambience humming in the background and abby—by your side, her pretty big eyes watching your every smile when she explained each sea creature in detail.
“The fuck is that suppose to mean?” abby’s voice is sharp, the classic full of defense tone automatically making you chuckle.
“you care about my pussy but not all the bruises?” you look around her room with a smug smile, taking a step forward, pointer finger pressing against her firm chest, “not the marks…memories?”
abby squints, her stance growing with controlled anger as she grips your wrist roughly—pulling it down by your side, “Don’t talk about us like you know.”
“what don’t I know abby?” you groan, using both your hands to harshly push her away from you, “I know you’re the piece of shit who practically abandoned me in high school!—”
“—I didn’t abandon you.” abby chimes in, her unbothered stern tone egging you on.
you exclaim with scoff, your voice raising, “abandon me? not only did you abandon me—you started fucking fighting me!” you whine with another shove at her chest, “you made me seem like a damn freak, abby!”
abby catches herself as she stumbles, calmly resting her weight on one hip as she tosses her head back, seeming annoyed by your words, “abigail, do you not realized how fucked that is?” you take another step forward, eyes not leaving her damn face, curious if she’ll realize how stupid it really all was. your consoling voice lowers with pain and sympathy, “me, abby, me—you knew me, you loved me.”
you put your hands on her warm, piping hot skin of her arms, caressing down her biceps to her wrists, taking her hands in yours. “abby. you could’ve spoken to me—”
abby swiftly grabs your forearms, making you both unsteadily wobble for dominance as she tries to get you down like she always does. you resist her shoving, arms thrashing in attempt to stop her. you squeak with a grunt, “you, fuck—! abby!” one of abby’s hands crawl up your throat, distracting you as her foot kicks behind your ankles, making you immediately lose your footing—tripping back and landing onto her bed with an irate cry as abby immediately pursues, shoving you onto your side and onto your stomach, falling behind you, big body pressing against your back. her clumsy hands, one grabbing at your nape tightly and the other pinning your wrists behind your waist, firmly presses you down with force.
you thrash with a furious pant, sighing heavily in her fluffy sheets with how she can’t fathom an average conversation anymore, “god, abby, you piece of shit—!”
“—Hey, hey,“ abby pants, her honey-coated voice full of edge, “—Listen, please. You don’t understand.” abby’s lips brush against your shoulder, her hot breath grazing your ear. “I didn’t abandon you.” abby sighs with a groan of regret, “It felt like you…abandoned me.” her sudden soft tone is full with misery, “…It was like you wanted to be with every other fucking girl except me.”
you stop writhing, eyes slowly widening. her hand on your nape and wrists loosens with immediate relief of her words. her hands trail down your waist as you look over your shoulder to see her calm and saddened face.
abby’s freckled face contorts with a wince as her hands crawl up your sides to embrace you, her hands unconsciously holding your breasts as she hugs you carefully. she rests her whole body on your back, planting her chin on your shoulder— cuddling you with a pout.
“…Did you ever feel anything for me?”
your big eyes stare at abby beside your shoulder, the confession making her glow different. you slowly nod with knitted brows, gaze watching her pretty pink lips. you quietly murmur, “i…abby…i’m sorry.”
“—I’m sorry too. I didn’t know you felt alone like that…you know, as well.” abby’s eyes search yours with a gentle gleam as she softly plants a little affectionate kiss on your bare shoulder. abby softly mumbles, “I miss cuddling with you,” as she rests her cheek against your shoulder—the smush of her face adorably against your skin, making your heart ache with loving desire. “I miss you, abby.” you whisper, eyes wandering her gorgeous face.
a certain tension grows between the two of you as the muffled music downstairs fills the silence.
your eyes fall to her lips as hers linger to yours.
you timidly lean forward, demeanor nothing but gentle and almost forgiving—eyes flickering to hers for any chance of wanting to pull back. however…all abby’s eyes do are grow large with surprise as she herself moves forward as well, closing the space between the two of you meticulously. your lips slowly meet with unapologetic destiny.
abby’s lips are more plump and even dreamier than you recall them being.
you don’t pull back. neither does she.
abby’s taste is better than you could ever imagine. your lips move even slower, sticky sounds becoming your own sensual tune, blocking out the stupid horny music playing downstairs. abby’s tongue instantly seeks entrance by grazing your lower lip, giving you the green light of forcefully plunging your own in—your eagerness becoming her new favorite thing. she unwraps her arms from your body, leaning up for a second, her hands ruffling the sheets beside you but not leaving your lips as she carefully helps you turn on your back comfortably.
your hands rub along abby’s biceps to her clothed shoulders as one of her hands tenderly tangle into the back of your head of hair, cradling you close, gently tugging at the root as you both begin swaying against each other with your own rhythm. truly between all the bruises and bitchy comments—a completely unsung melody unfolds as you spread your legs languidly, allowing her to place her lower half against your most definitely soaked folds. abby moans softly as her clit rubs against your hidden cunt, her hand falling from your hair and down to roam your chest—her soft fingers squeezing your tits over and over with a continuous groping that screams teasing yet rough.
the friction of your pussies grows hot, making you both pick up the hunger of the kiss with urgency—pure eagerness and need taking over as abby grinds herself even slower against you with her heavy, thick, pretty thighs. she winces with a small squeak, her mouth gaping to let your tongues dance with a gradual ferocity. your hands roam down abby’s waist, suddenly gripping her ass, yanking her roughly forward with each roll of her hips, enhancing your equal dominance. the heat of abby’s clit is aching within her boxers, creating her movements to itch with the need to both be naked. ugh and now, you’re finally together, simply in each other’s arms, savoring what you both yearned for so damn long—it’s perfect, so fucking perfect to abby. the two of your heavy breaths fill the room, kisses becoming full of upright frenzy as the muffled music downstairs is so distant—completely losing yourselves in your own new world. your mouths ravish one another’s, swapping spit with such a violent fervor as your hands impatiently grip the waistband of her shorts, craving more of abby.
“i need you to—” you gasp, hardly incapable of speaking from how wildly abby’s practically eating your face, “—take these fucking shorts—off for me, abs.” you demand with a franticness in your tone which immediately awakes an urge deep within abby to satisfy every one of your damn desires. she nods swiftly with a heavy gulp, full of lust—her lips leaving yours and trailing along your jaw with an insatiable hunger as she hastily shoves down her shorts—quickly stepping out of them, kisses immediately falling down your neck, the sensation driving you absolutely insane. you throw your head back as abby place herself between your thighs again, winding her boxers quicker with thrilling hurry. she nips and licks the sensitive skin of your throat as her other hand lingers to the opposite side of your throat, gripping it with just the right amount of force to hold you steady.
“—Can I give you a hickey?” abby mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you with a pathetic gaze full of greed. holy fuck. how can you deny her pretty ass? …but…a hickey? everyone will see and question when you leave. wait, wait, hold on, what if you don’t leave? you respond, eyes growing large with question, “abby…can I stay over?” you smirk with a mischievous smile, “…like old times?” a sexy grin appears on abby’s pouty lips as she nods with a tilt of her head, playfully thinking, “…Sure. And I’ll take the hickey as a yes.” you chuckle cheekily, thumb brushing against her forehead, admiring how much more familiar her freckles look when she has happiness in her light.
abby’s mouth grips onto your neck, sucking the skin harshly, other hand moving up your throat—thumb slowly tracing your jaw before making its way towards your mouth, probing your sweet-tasting lips. you wince softly, the ease of sucking on abby’s thumb almost seems like a sense of relief—nonetheless, the pain of the hickey is absolutely turning you on. your eyes land on how pretty abby’s batted lashes look shut—so fucking sexy how concentrated she is on leaving a mark on you. after a couple seconds, your body is beginning to writhe against her before she removes her lips with a pop, the coolness of the air hitting your reddening skin, stinging badly like a bitch. you grumble with a whimper as her thumb leaves your lips, “—fuck, abby.” your eyes follow her rapacious gaze, practically salivating as her pink lips lock back onto yours with such severe desire. your hands instantly trail up abby’s clothed waist, so desperately tugging at her shirt, fingers gripping the fabric with a small grunt.
“Hold on, hold on.” abby coos, leaning up off your body with a small laugh, bringing her thumb back to her lips, sucking your saliva off before abruptly pulling her shirt swift over her head—the sudden sight of her bare tits plopping out catches you so off-guard. you gasp nervously with a laugh, “oh my god, abby!—” as you avert your gaze with the extra procedure of covering your eyes like an anxious dork who’s never seen a pair of boobs. this new view somehow makes you redder than the whole situation currently occurring.
“Forgot to put one on.” abby’s sultry voice makes you giggle as she leans back down with a teasing smile, gripping your forearms—carefully placing your hands from your face onto her shoulders. you chuckle cutely as you crane your head upwards to peck her lips with playfulness and comfortability, grinning sweetly with an eyeroll, “yeah, “forgot,” abby, I know you.” abby rubs her nose against yours with a small laugh before kissing the soft of your cheek then your lips—something about everything feeling so awfully correct. so right. abby’s tongue dives back between the crook of your neck, making you moan with a lip bite as your hands drift down to her chest—squeezing the plumpness of her deliciously pink bare tits, “god, i’ve always wanted to touch these.” abby groans against your throat with satisfaction, the need to fuck you—cherish you—feels like nothing like she’s ever felt before. you fondle abby’s nipples, rolling her sensitiveness with pleasurable pinches as her hands trace down your lower back, gripping the fabric of your dress, eyes meeting yours for mutual confirmation. a small snicker of mischief leaves your lips, hinting something. you whisper with a smug smile, “…I’m not wearing any panties.”
abby begins pulling your dress up roughly with a little eye roll and an obviously turned-on sigh, “….You’re fucking something, god—didn’t know you could be like this.” abby completely rolls your dress up, your pretty bush being revealed with utter secrecy. her eyes wander up your torso and to your chest—your plump tits looking ethereally appetizing. she groans under her breath with a whimper, “All this…just for me. This is so crazy.” you nod gently with a growing half-lidded smile and a needy gaze, your hands fumbling with abby’s big ones as you help each other help pull your dress over your head. your seductive gaze pleads as you mumble with a soft moan, “—baby, I want your mouth on my pussy.” abby exhales heavily with a breathless wince, her clumsy hands tossing your dress to the side of the bed, moving back to roughly grip your thighs, “Of course, yes—fuck yeah.” abby pulls you closer the edge of the bed, large hands yanking you nearer her body as she kneels down hastily to her knees—the view of your pussy making abby wince with a furrow of her brow, thumb immediately seeking your clit. she whispers with a breathless exhale, “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.” you jolt with a gasp as the pad of her thumb circles your clit with apprehensiveness before she comfortablely places two more fingers on your cunt, stroking your dripping divinity—lowering her voice with amazement, “Shit, baby, you are so fucking wet.” you squeak with a whimper at the heat of your cunt against her gentle fingertips, “mmm—abby, just eat me out, p-please.” your words make abby’s eyes gleam with hunger, quickly removing her fingers from your pussy and placing both hands tightly around your thighs.
her hot breath fans over your clit as she places a gentle kiss on your nub—the second kiss, full of the rough of her tongue, sending an immediate shiver down your spine. you groan softly with a throw of your head back, eyes fluttering shut as abby moans against your pussy, eyes flickering up at you with an eager glint in her eye, watching as you twitch at her simple movements. your scent is deliciously overwhelming for abby’s virgin ass, making her mumbles with a big smile, “You smell so good and you’re so sensitive…This is gonna be so fucking fun.” abby mutters with a little laugh, the reverberations of her words letting a desperate moan slip from your lips as abby hurriedly buries her hot, sticky mouth in between your erotically hairy pussy lips—wasting no time ravishing your raw delicacy, the loud smacking of her lips and your wetness drives you off the damn rails. you’re so fucking drenched. so, so, beyond soaked. her casual small movements might make you cum quick…shit. you buck your hips against her face with a deep moan of shock, hands scrambling for her hairline as you grind onto abby’s face and nose, her tongue moving so skillfully, so heavy and not the least deliberate. she’s practically making out with your pussy and the pure sight of it is absolutely porno-worthy—however, suddenly—she quickly removes her face from between your legs, the abrupt pause making you sigh with a confused whimper as you flicker your eyes open, gaze meeting abby’s eyes.
“I have an idea.” abby consoles your little pout with a purse of her wet lips, “It’s fun, come on, just—all I want you to do is sit up.” you lean up on your elbows, eyes heavy and almost drowsy from missing the brain-melting hot sensation of her mixed spit and your juices. “Okay, grab my pillow, put it against your lower back.” you obey with a slow nod, instantly gripping her pillow from behind you, dragging it along the ruffling blankets before adjusting it nicely beneath your back. now propped up, you’re capable of staring down at abby horrifically better now. abby speaks carefully with a direct tone, “You see that mirror behind me? On the wall?” you raise your head slowly, still in a bit of a foggy state of lust, letting your eyes slowly find their way to your reflection—a wide rectangular mirror that you must’ve missed when walking in resting perpendicular to you. it’s somewhat hidden to the right of the door but how in the world could you miss it? you anxiously raise your eyebrows with a lip bite, eagerly listening. abby lowly requests with a smug grin, “I want you to watch me eat you out.”
before you can answer, abby immediately plunges back in between your legs, so intensely savoring your taste with large messy swipes and big kisses, strong hands tightly gripping the tender of your inner thighs steady as you arch into her touch with an uneasy moan, your slick drastically louder than before—adding to the sensitivity of each of your pathetic winces and stuttering gasps. your eyes pan up at your reflections—the butterfly-inducing sight making you fall apart with how sexy this situation has grown have it only been about ten minutes. in the mirror, abby’s head bobs and bounces roughly with so much passion, her pretty braid swaying against her large bare back, big freckled shoulders resting between your spread thighs…casually working like you’re her last meal. the sight creates a type of tightening in your chest full of alarmed arousal…hell, you don’t know how much longer you’re going to last. abby softly mumbles with little moans of enjoyment as she laps at your flavor, nose grinding against your natural and more than beautiful bush, that addition making it seem all the more raw to abby, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
you reply with a quiet nervous squeak, eyes growing unfocused while gripping handfuls of her sheets as you stare down between your plump thighs, astounded at how natural she seems at eating pussy. your hands carefully crawl from your sides to rest onto abby’s hair, caressing her head with awe, watching her every swipe with intense attraction. abby can feel your burning gaze—meeting your eyes with her half-lidded ones as she softly groans, pulling apart your pussy lips with her thick fingers with a content moan, tongue kissing your protruding and vulnerable wet nub. the sensation of her merciless warm mouth is making your pretty, puffy hard nipples raise with each of your chest’s slow heaves, desperate cries falling from your mouth as your eyes shut, voice raising abruptly,“—h-holy shit, a-abby—!”
the sounds of your juicy nectar and abby’s starving demeanor adds to every twitch of your shoulders. abby groans softly, eyes watching your every reaction, voice full of assertive and dominant care, “Mhm, mhm—you’re so sexy, lemme hear you, baby.” she wildly grinds her tongue against your cunt, messy juices so clearly now coating her chin, upper lip and nose—the sight almost becoming too much. she moans against your rock-hard sensitive clit, making you squeak with a shaky inhale as abby roughly states, “Hey. Watch the mirror, not me.” the words make you grumble with a whine, allowing your posture to readjust, eyes fighting weakness as you watch how slow and sensually you roll your hips against her face, the reflection shining the sexy scene right back at you. abby huskily groans with desperation against your clit, “Can’t wait to make this pussy mine, shit—I’m gonna fuck you so good with my dick.” holy hell, your eyes roll back at her words, thinking about how this is just the damn appetizer. worst thing is she’s so good at this simple part. thinking about her with a strap? god, you wonder how big her strap could be. will it stretch you out later? will it be deliciously girthy and long? who knows?—but all you do know is how she’ll hold you down, fuck you like you’re hers. so deep and slow. your breath becomes heavy with forming pants, staring at your own erotic sight—the fluster of your sweet cheeks, your gently bouncing plump tits, gorgeous framing hair, face of pure pleasure and fingers wrapped tightly around the roots of abby’s hair... the whole sight for abby on the other end…feels fucking unreal. her tongue swirls in timed circles on your soaked clit, the idea of you roaming her party without any panties on just…shit, all she knows is she is so fucking wet— mind completely foggy with your scent and sounds.
you whimper with a frightful quiver of your breath, eyes clenching shut, orgasm suddenly impending. a shakey strings of moans leave your lips before coming to an instant stop when abby all of a sudden leans back up—her drenched lips meeting your gaped mouth. the sudden taste of your own pussy creates a sharp, shocked gasp echoing into her mouth, your hands immediately gripping her waist tightly with need. abby nods with full authority against your lips, eyebrows furrowed with tease, comforting whispers pouring between her small kisses, “I’ll make you feel good—it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just—” and without warning, abby’s thick middle and ring finger slips into your sopping hole with ease, the full sensation within you makes you suddenly melt into her touch, breathlessly moaning against her pouty lips, “—oh my god, abby—you’re inside me—” her lips latch down onto your throat, leaving rough kisses and passionate licks down your silky shoulder, laughing cockily along your skin, “Took long enough.” her fingers delicately scissor in your leaking and welcoming pussy, sensitive walls squeezing with every slow pump of her thick digits. her palm grinds against your slick nub—causing a deep groan to leave your mouth and your eyes to widen with marvel at abby’s strong eye contact, her alluring blue eyes full of predatory desire. she mumbles with a deep swallow and a teasing smile, picking up her pace, “…Just stretching this gorgeous pussy out real quick…does it feel good?” you nod as your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling her fingers plunge deeper, casually grazing your g-spot with every thoughtful waves of her fingers.
“I think it’ll feel even better if we…” she pauses, pulling her fingers out your puckered hole, slowly leaning back up—huge body now looming over you. the sight of her bare chest…makes you bite your bottom lip with an overwhelming pain in your stomach, suddenly making you notice the nauseating feeling might be caused by need running through your veins…god, she’s so fucking hot that it’s almost painful…what the hell? you watch as abby’s digits, stringy with your wetness, cling between her lips as she licks them teasingly, sucking them slowly, “…You think you’re ready to try out my…strap?” abby’s enjoying the hell out of how she’s reduced you to a thoughtless mess. her half-lidded smirk grows as one of her fingers lingers between her teeth, her voice rough with a sweet whisper, “It’s a little…big. How’s that sound?”
your desperate doe eyes flicker with haziness as you nod slowly—gawking at her half-naked body with an intensity that leaves abby almost dumbfounded of how she hasn’t fucked you yet. an unnerving glint of wickedness shines in abby’s gaze as she leans back down, huge hand tilting your chin up—delicately kissing you with her newly mixed and tasty spit. her tongue grazes yours lips with an almost aggravatingly slowness, eyes wandering to her closet with a playfulness which definitely means it’s time. abby whispers between the gentle kiss with a smirk, “Alright. I’ll be…right back.”
abby unlocks lips, your pathetic mouth left ajar with drowsy eyes as you watch her strong body leave your hold—her delicious bare back so maddeningly sexy as she casually walks towards her closet, opening the door and flicking on the light. the view is so utterly baffling and is something you never thought would happen in a million years…abby squatting down, pretty braid over her freckled shoulder, half-naked—only in her boxers and is scrambling in a lower drawer for a strap. one she’s going to use on you.
you still can’t fucking believe it.
you pull the pillow from out under your back, tossing it to the side before flopping back against the cool sheets—nervous eyes staring up at abby’s ceiling with an impatient grin and reddening cheeks. you chew on the inside of your cheek, hands fidgeting, just raw excitement making your skin run hot as you glance over at the sound of abby’s voice, “The dick came with lube, would you like me to bring some?” her big blue eyes wander your angelic body over her shoulder, her suddenly concerned and caring demeanor becoming something you wish to see everyday. “oh….I think…” you mutter, tone slightly anxious—simply from the view of her body still managing to leave you breathless, “abby, I think,” you softly laugh, “…I think you got me wet enough.” abby nods to herself with a little snicker, acknowledging how attractive it is that all your delicious slick was caused by her. she stutters with uneasy confidence, “…Mkay…that’s…that’s good, baby.”
abby gets up with a little wobble, her boobs coming back into sight as she flickers the closet light off, shutting the door behind her—the sight of her charming body and just herself is so damn casual as if you were married and living together or something. your heart races at the silly thought, unconsciously wishing for a future together with her. hmm…maybe one day. but wait—come on!—focus on this. this godly moment you’ll remember for fucking ever…because shit…this is going to be good. abby grips the harness and strap in a tight hold, a clear blush and hesitant step in her walk tainting her intimidating stature, giving her such a cute yet brave appeal. abby makes her way in front of you with a little cheeky smile, tossing the rubber dick at you—letting it smack onto your chest and into your lap as you immediately sit up. abby steps into the harness with a calm unbalanced wiggle, staring intensely at you as you admire the toy in your grasp, making her mumble with a low chuckle, “—Think you can take it?” you softly giggle with astonishment, scoffing as you gawk at the object in your hands—thick faux veins run along the pretty lavender purple, transparent, girth of an inch and half, heavy, long, eight-inch dildo.
“oh my god, abby.” you groan with a wince—not with fear but with greed and eagerness—turning and peering at every angle of this godly piece of work. abby pulls the waistband of the harness up her hips with a small laugh, now adjusting and tightening the straps around her clothed ass, smirking, “You know, I used to try this thing on every other day.” you tilt your head, scratching your head with genuine interest, “oh, yeah?” abby reaches her hand out for the toy dick, quickly receiving it as you plop it into her hand with a smug smile, admiring her simple movements—the whole sexy sight of her getting ready just for you makes your thighs writhe with restlessness. you sigh with a small lip bite, staring at her lower-half as she shoves the base of the strap through the built-in hole on her crotch, “why’s that, abs?”
abby exhales with an embarrassed laugh, “…I’d wear it when I’d work out and, god—fuck, I’d imagine…” her big clumsy hands finish adjusting the base with ease as she shamefully avoids your gaze, moving forward to gingerly spread your legs with a bashful groan, “—I, you know, things would motivate me…for gaining stamina. Like certain things I one day wanted to do. With you.” her bold confession makes your cheeks glow red as you laugh with a bewildered smile, slightly shocked how much she thought of you when she “hated” you. “—abigail fucking anderson! you perv!” your eyes widen with astonishment as you slap at her shoulder as she leans down above you, making you fall onto your back—her big hands by your head once more. abby shrugs with a goofy smirk, “Hey—hey! The stamina I’ve gained is gonna pay off now, isn’t it?” she admires how beautiful your hair looks sprawled on her sheets…and ugh, she can’t help but wonder how good it’ll look disheveled. “You ready?” abby devilishly grins, waiting for your reply—pecking your lips reassuringly as your hands wander to her hips, letting the tip slide against your heat. you nod with a soft chuckle, “i’m too ready.” abby quietly sighs, voice wavering with uneasy determination, “Okay….Alright—Okay.”
one of abby’s hands falls between the two of you, both your gazes following the erotic scene as she grips the rubber shaft firmly, placing the tip against your dripping hole. with one careful push, abby shoves the head in slowly—sighing heavily with anxiousness of screwing it up. relief fills her chest as it pops past your tightness with a squelch, penetrating deep inside with ease. your warmth reaches the base within seconds, comforting abby’s hidden jumpy nerves—her braid falls over her shoulder, almost as an audience member of the whole sight as she rests inside you for a second, allowing you to adjust to the thrilling full sensation. abby groans with satisfaction as if she could feel it, the view of her tits and strong shoulders making everything feel even more surreal.
her eyes linger back to your face with awe, watching with a timid furrow of her brows at how your jaw slacks and your head falls back at the heavenly feeling. abby’s gaze trails back between your bodies, reaching down to grip your hips steady as she gently retracts her hips, delicately pulling out before pressing forward with the least bit of force, gawking with her own open mouth at how your juicy pussy swallows all eight-inches of her dick so effortlessly. you release a loud squeak of a gasp, incapable of being quiet from the immense pleasure. the sudden sound makes abby jerk her head back towards you, fearful of doing something wrong—she winces with a mumble under her breath, “Fuck, is it okay?—does it feel good?”
you raise your head up with a small whine of an inhale, meeting abby’s gaze as you go wide-eyed, nodding frantically at her words. abby pursues a gentle rhythm of her hips which makes your hands scramble to hold her meaty shoulders, eyes completely locking on each others as the slow pace feels like time has stopped. you whimper softly with a lip bite, continuously flickering your eyes shut, attempting to tame your noises with deep breathes. one of abby’s hands moves up to cup your face as she rocks her hips slower, letting each stroke reach all parts of you—to let you become familiar with the whole length. abby stares deeply into your largening eyes, groaning with a small smile, “You look so good like this, so fucking sexy,” she gulps heavily, eyes dropping in between your bodies once again, her nerves taking over once again as she stutters, “..Shit, h-how do you want me to fuck you? Slow, fast—What do you want me to do? What should I—“
“—abby,” you cut her off with a loud cry of a breathless moan, writhing under her with every pump of her hips, “—fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.” your chest heaves as you laugh softly, definitely surprised by how insanely fast her teasing slow strokes are getting to you. you squeak out with a plead, “abs—show me how badly you want my pussy, just—fuck me like i’m yours.”
those words ignite a fervor of lividness within abby, an uncertain low chuckle leaving her lips as her hips come to a hesitant pause, “…A-are you sure?” you angrily sigh with a groan at the agitating sweet pace—wanting more than these forgiving strokes—craving, needing the primal force you know she can provide. you grumble with a pathetic wince, “y-yes, abby and don’t you stop.” abby nervously grips your thighs, immediately picking up her pace once more at your threat. abby tilts her head as she inspects your body, dissecting your words in her head, suddenly laughing darkly, “…Fucking you like you’re mine. Hmm.” she scoffs, bringing her pace to a complete stop before she abruptly presses your thighs down hard against the bed, spreading you so wide, eyes glinting with an evilness you should fear but instead—eagerly turns you on. abby mutters with a shake of her head, “I like the sound of that.”
your breath hisses softly as you whisper with a seductive growing smile, in love with how your knees reach your elbows, “if you do…show me.” abby carefully steadies herself with a new angle of her hips at a distance which unbeknownst to you, should allow her to bottom you out with each fucking thrust. abby cockily smirks with a slow exhale, eyes flickering from you to your pussy—and almost on queue, a harsh grunt leaves abby’s lips as she slams into you—skillfully garnering sudden timed and deep thrusts—each one banging so far into you, the sexy depth making you sigh deeply with a moan as you let your head fall back with a relieved smile and eyes that flutter shut, “mmm, f-fuck—just like that, abs.” your hands linger down to rest upon abby’s, so comfortably holding her tight grip beneath your fingertips.
and oh god, abby wasn’t playing around about her stamina. her hips don’t stop, the intense and amazing pace of the constant rhythm of her strong thighs slamming against your skin—closes the space with each thrust, letting the base of the harness to noisily plap against your sticky clit in-time—just overwhelmingly adding to the sudden erotic environment so badly. the angle too is simply perfect—each pipe of abby’s hips glides into your soaked hole so damn well, your g-spot being caressed with almost no mercy as if she was a mother-fucking pro. your breath is being knocked out of you with each reckless thrust and…shit, this is so hot. being secretly fucked by abby, upstairs in the party she’s supposed to be hosting? this really is crazy.
the sight of you is so intense—your sexy squeaks, half-lidded eyes, bouncing tits, body basically folded in half—creates such a sensuality in the air as you stare with small rising whimpers at abby, who’s biting down on her bottom lip, determination written in her deep heavy pants as her eyes remain on you. you mischievously smile weakly, low eyes wandering abby’s body—feeling so in touch with your sexuality as your hands crawl up your own chest, smushing your own tits together with a teasing coo, “—your big, pretty dick feels so good, abby.”
“Mhm, yeah?” abby questions with that sexy calm tone of her voice, bringing her hips to a soft, now winding into you in a circle-like way as she leans down to your ear, the sensation of her hot breath making a shutter run down your arching back. a husky whisper falls from abby’s lips and into your ear with mean playfulness, “—Feels so good deep, hmm? So, so deep?”
you hum contently with a soft nod and a drunken gaze as you writhe up into her touch, bringing her in close for a hug—arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders. abby moves in towards your face, hands moving to grip your waist with a gentleness as she suddenly locks lips with you passionately. you response with the exact same desperate energy, one hand crawling to grip her nape harshly to pull her closer somehow, tongues intertwining with an excessive intensity. however, the affectionate spit swapping moment creates such a scene that quickly becomes more lewd as abby’s hands crawl back down, planting your thighs down so roughly for balance as she decides to work up a swift pace just to hear your sounds. she builds a new stable pace, quicker, insanely shallow thrusts from the low angle. your moving lips abruptly falter at the intense change in depth—loud echoing moans all at once filling abby’s mouth as her rhythm becomes consistent and relentless, practically pounding into you—her sharp movements making your kisses purely fall to a stop as you furrow your brows and succumb to the raw pleasure of being utterly fucked stupid.
your sensitive skin and nipples brush against abby’s silky ones—boosting the whole exciting feeling of finally touching abby skin to skin—being beneath her for another reason. her perfect tits rub against yours as if exchanging small covert kisses, seemingly contributing to the steamy idea of now being two girls who’s thrilling love is blossoming into something worth being noticed—ultimately being given a chance. that familiar hot sensation is building up in your lower stomach as abby pumps her cock into you with no kindness what-so-ever, your wetness most definitely allowing her persistent strokes to glide deeply and awfully well, threatening to pierce your sudden impending orgasm.
you smile big against her lips—coming back to your senses, eyes wandering her freckled face and fuck, you seek her touch even further as your hands scramble from her shoulders, down her back and onto her firm clothed ass, gripping her closer tightly—now burying your face in the crook of her neck—roughly inhaling her pine scent with every breath as she drives into you with such a violent passion that leaves you shaking.
abby pecks the sweet skin of your shoulder, sputtering with a breathless laugh, “I’m fucking digging in your guts and you love every bit of it, don’t you?” your eyes roll back with an elated strained mewl, your pussy clenching around her strap simply from her sultry voice, “—mmmmhm, mhm, abby—fuck me, mommy.”
oh my god. that word slips from your lips, dripping with tease—your submissive playfulness deeming your curious-self a little brave for saying a word abby dreams about you saying at night with her hand down her pants. abby moans loudly with disbelief and from how the base is grinding against her clit, the charming noise sounding so sexy as she kisses your neck, savoring your scent on her tongue as if you were a pastry, “Did you just call me mommy?”
you nod swiftly as you seductively laugh against her shoulder, the raw sound inducing butterflies within abby’s toned tummy. your hands crawl up her waist, languidly touching her creamy skin beneath your fingertips, enjoying how built and perfect her frame is in your grasp. abby slows her thrusts, deeply grinding into you as she moves onto her elbows, firmly planting them beside your head—fingers gently tangling in your hair, caressing your head in such a loving way. abby’s lips linger up your upper neck, pecking along the skin—until eventually reaching your sensitive ear. she licks and nips at the lobe, whispering with a low breathless moan, “Say it again, baby. It’ll get me even wetter.” you grumble with a little whine at her words, her saccharine tone so capable of making you melt into a greedy mess. your pretty lips teasingly linger along abby’s soft jawline as you lick her tasty skin which is beginning to gain a subtle coat of saltiness, displaying her effort and sweat soon to form in the warm room.
abby carefully pumps into you with excruciatingly slow waves of her hips, making you groan with a small smirk, “—you soaking your boxers for me, mommy?” abby nods with weakness at your syrupy sentence, her clit violently aching in her boxers from the base of strap grinding so flawlessly against her with each small thrust. her lips stay on your ear, her hot breath feeling so good as she quietly mumbles with a stutter, “Uh-huh—I’m s-so fucking wet.” your hands move up her back, pulling her tightly against you—pressing your boobs almost painfully closer as you suck on the sensitive skin of her shoulder with slick kisses, moaning against the crook of her neck, “aw, mommy’s so wet? all for me?” abby nods slowly with a gasp, her jaw falling open, your taunting words making this incredibly difficult—you whisper in her ear with a cocky tone, “i can’t wait to taste you later, mommy, when your perfect pussy is all in my mouth.”
abby’s eyes squeeze shut—the sensation of her drenched nub rubbing against the fabric of her underwear feeling so damn immaculate with the small gentle strokes—a series of small raising gasps fall from her pouty lips, containing a vulnerability that makes you groan with excitement. abby pants out with a quiver, tone shaking, “Uh-huh, uh-h-huh.” you snicker against abby’s neck, lips trailing up along her jaw and across her freckled cheek, seeking your way to her mouth. you attempt to kiss, messily groaning into abby’s mouth as your legs sneakily make way to wrap around her waist.
abby’s pink lips move so carefully, her overstimulated self softly whimpering between your sticky kisses. you grin against her lips with a hesitant squeak, the gentle rolling of her hips hitting a certain depth—sliding in deliciously with a squelch against your g-spot rather expertly. abby’s frame shakes in your grasp as her breath hitches, all of a sudden groaning with regret, noticing how badly she’s neglecting your body with her movements she deems lazy, “I’m sorry—fuck.” abby shakes her head roughly, leaving your hold, attempting to shake off the feeling of the brewing heat in her stomach in order to pursue your orgasm. her strong figure leans back up, looming over you once again as her hands wander down your waist to tightly grip the hot flesh of your hips, anxiously mumbling, “I-I’m so sorry—can’t let myself go like that before knowing you haven’t screamed my name yet.” your cloudy mind spins as abby’s thrusts construct a new pace, unknowing to how her mind is purely set on your needs only. her grinds finally end and gain more confidence as she gulps heavily, eyes trailing your soft body with a small timid quiver. you grumble with a laugh, smirking at her “chilvarous” wobbling frame, “miss big strong abby couldn’t take it anymore, hmm?”
abby squints with a deep exhale, trying to come back to reality—an embarrassed smile spreading across her lips before her voice hikes with sass, “Who said that?” abby chuckles with a huff of playful anger as her big hands firmly grab your thighs, spreading them roughly, letting your ankles wrap around her ass before, without warning, she suddenly bangs into you with firm, harsh thrusts, enunciating her words with each slap of skin, “Listen, I can go—all—fucking—night—Can you? —Slut?” the demeaning name slips off her tongue with cruelty and surprisingly enough…you rather enjoy it. the familiarly and sharpness was something you were so used to and even something you began learning to crave. and at this moment…holy fucking hell. the sudden rough rhythm and her vulgar words makes you see stars, completely throwing you off-guard and filling you with fearful ecstasy. the sensation grants your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a gaping mouth that hangs open in a silent scream. you squeak out small gasps, breath escaping as high-pitched pants as you clench fist-fulls of her sheets beside you tightly with eager desperation, practically hanging on for dear life with each jolting slam. you deeply groan with an alarmed yelp as abby positions herself with a little readjust, suddenly hitting that perfect spot inside you, the girth making you feel so insanely full, stretching you out deliciously with each stroke of her effortless hips. you beg desperately with a knit of your eyebrows, strained words pouring from your pretty lips, “…a-aw, yes—mommy—don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t—I fucking won’t till you cum all over my cock.” abby’s breath shakes as she furiously rams into you, her effort shining as she grips the soft skin of your thighs harder, staring intensely at the way your doe eyes fill with grave panic. with a large evil smirk, abby coos with a condescending taunt, fingers digging into your thighs with a pleasurable sting, “Take it. You can take it—You did this to yourself getting me all turned on over text.”
abby laughs darkly at her now violent pace, panting with sexy grunts, watching your tits bounce like a hypnotic lesbian attraction. the tune of her creaking bed and your combined noises is so loud as the headboard repeatedly slams against her wall—god, you really hope nobody suspects anything downstairs.
but fuck, wouldn’t that be so sexy? the chorus of two voices—both female—sounding so raw and taboo behind the door and not just anyone’s door—but abby’s door. they could spread rumors, gossiping that abby, the awkward charming cutie, is not only good at football but is even better at fucking girls into her mattress fearlessly during a party. your thoughts spiral at the idea of getting caught—completely adding to the secretive environment and the outright smell of lesbian sex.
abby chuckles with a low moan, staring down at your enticing hairy mound—only imagining how gaped your entrance must be, “Look at that, this perfect pussy can take a pounding.” she remarks with a snarky grin, “If I knew this—damn, I’d come over and fuck you raw every night after we fight.” she shakes her head with a stupid smile, the image in her mind driving her hips to taunting pace, now garnering ruthless, even, gradual rams, the pure simplicity—reaches your throbbing cervix, letting drool leak from your parted lips. abby groans with a harsh blink, fingertips pressing so hard into your thighs, most definitely leaving fierce bruises. abby pants with rough grunts, mind spinning, clit brutally pulsing from all sorts of ideas of fucking you, “Every position,” she winces with astounded arousal, “I’ll be so buried in your slutty hole that when I pull out—you’ll cry for more of my big fat cock.” her words create such erotic vivid images, becoming the sprinkle on top of your imminent climbing orgasm. your sounds fall to a silence in the piping hot room and all abby can see is the whites of your eyes—the scene of your intense pleasure quickly being tattooed in her brain.
abby’s pride cruelly gleams as all of a sudden, she takes one of your legs and throws it over her thick freckled shoulder—making you sob with a wince of an eager desperate smile—the sight forging a moan from abby’s lips with a pleased squeal as droplets of sweat gather down her temples. she knows all too well she’s accomplishing her fucking job impeccably with thrusts that have you not wanting enough…and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.
abby growls, fucking growls, adjusting herself over you, big palms pressing near your shoulders as your knee rests firmly against your chest—your sweaty bodies bouncing together with every eye-rolling pound—the striking far depth turning you to complete mush. your breathing comes out in trembles from how horrifically hard abby’s slick thighs violently slam into you. abby maintains complete eye contact, gawking with a furious lip-bite at your award-winning fall apart of your arriving orgasm with a deep groan, panting louder with her husky sweet voice, “Mmm—You fucking love this dick, hmm, baby?” you agree with a frantic nod and a guttural moan, tongue lolling out erotically as every stroke slides in and out from the shaft to the absolute hilt. the panic-stricken raise of your boobs makes abby’s eyes glow—but not with the potential you’ve seen. her predatory eyes are missing something. you groan with fragile whimpers as your eyes wander her freckled face, trailing down her shoulders, finally finding its way down her arms and to her big hands. you suddenly notice the lack of a certain heat in your heart, completely confusing you as you’re used to being beneath her all the time. but again, something else is missing. something so crucial. that specific thing that thrills you when you get pinned down by abby.
her fucking hands around your throat.
holy shit.
that’s it. you rush to suggest it, grumbling with a pathetic wince—so utterly sure that abby will abide the request knowing her sexy desires align rather too well with yours. you quiver with a pout, breath hitching with a moan, “c-choke me, abby.”
abby’s body pauses with a jolt, her eyes widening with what looks like pure disbelief—your words practically stopping her in her tracks. she scans your face with an eyebrow raise and a heaving chest, tilting her head with a teasing smile—really processing what you just asked her. her eyes, god, her eyes, that sexy gaze of hers shines. shines with hunger. with pure sadistic hunger.
with no hesitation—she hastily pulls your leg off her shoulder, both hands moving forward to seek your soft throat. abby’s heavy hands feel comforting in a way as she sighs roughly with a chilling reassurance, “Tell me if it gets too much.” her soft care still seems to be there, underlying all this cruel behavior you deep down realized you kinda love.
with no warning—once again, abby’s hips resume banging into your spread aching thighs, her strong hands forcefully gripping your throat—already so quickly restricting your airway—their thickness and pressure resulting in your eyes immediately losing focus. shit, you feel sedated—incapable of forming a single thought from how terribly the thrilling factor enhances the sensation of her brutal pace so fucking badly. abby’s hips are not a single bit hesitant as your cunt contracts from the raw pleasure, threatening to make her slip out. she leans forward a bit, the whole of her weight practically being transferred down onto your throat as the source of balance for her huge frame—and god, it’s incredibly overstimulating in the right way. you weakly gasp with a drowsy grateful smile, watching as abby groans with a mocking grin, “Such a fucking whore getting off to me choking you.” she smirks with a head shake, talking as if her boxers didn’t get 10x stickier at your wishes of this kinky shit. abby’s grip tightens on your throat harder—leaning even further onto you—forcefully pressing you into the mattress with her raw strength, the sudden cruel light-headed sensation making you feel like you’re floating. “Fuckin’ slut. My fuckin’ slut.” abby spits out wickedly with a gritted content smile, control coursing through her veins as she gawks at your darkening red desperate face, noticing how sexy of a mess you’ve become with your glassy eyes, fucked up head of hair, chin wet with drool, and the ethereal view below—a sheen of sweat coating your angelic body, allowing you to glisten like her most pornographic dreams.
abby’s thrusts heighten with a new vigor, confidently sinking hard into you—the tip continuously drilling harshly against your g-spot. the perfect sight of her abby’s slick biceps, collarbone, small bouncing tits and drenched face grow blurry as the chest-tightening feeling is sprouting with a severity that is corrupting all and everyone of your senses. abby’s pushing you over the edge and not from pissing you off as per usual but by fucking you senseless like a damn slut.
each vicious slam of her hips rams into your overly sensitive cervix—creating such a toe-curling consistency as you silently squeak with an urgent franticness, the lack of oxygen adding to your fragile climax like a motherfucker. you finally hit your fucking limit—mind going utterly white as your eyes roll back, body going completely limp, mouth left ajar—ragged choked gasps leaving your throat—the room echoing only with the sound of your pussy squelching and the skin of abby’s hips. the sight depicting how she’s broken all of you. every part of you. abby watches you intensely, eyes dilating, her, wet with sweat, or effort—cheeks flushed a bright red, really processing she’s made you finish. made you cum. in her own bedroom. you.
slowly, abby’s eyes soften as she carefully loosens her hold on your throat, hands now moving to caress your hairline with deep exhales. you choke out a gasp—harshly panting, chest rising and falling with utter shock, dangerously unaware to how badly you needed air. your velvety walls force abby to faltering slow grinds, a soothing rhythm that leaves your legs shaking with an embarrassed quiver as you writhe with eyes that flutter shut over and over, still in absolute awe from how fucking good her stroke game is. abby watches your every movement intently, softly groaning under her breath, gaze trailing your shattered sexy frame, “Mhm, mhm, ride that orgasm out—mhm, look at me.” you lazily raise your head up to meet abby’s heavy gaze with half-lidded eyes—the sudden eye contact of her big blue eyes allows such a sensual intimacy to form between the two of you at this very moment. you wave your hips delicately up into her slow pumps, jerking with little overstimulated winces. abby’s condescending demeanor seems to have vanished, replacing with a consideration that adds to your newly established bond of trust.
abby’s gaze glimmers with care and attraction, cooing with that kind and sultry edge that makes you bite down on your bottom lip, “Shit, baby, you don’t know how good you look like this...” you sweetly smile with a cheeky glint, eyes falling onto abby’s slick torso, her thick abs and just her herself becoming more attractive post-orgasm. you lean up onto your elbows with an adoring weakness, staring at how deliciously strong her body truly is, how perfectly plump with muscle it is. your doe eyes scan her body with relaxing exhales, gulping hard as you land on abby’s now halted hips. your hand compulsively reaches out to caress her lower stomach, loving the way her body is shaking from her effort. the wetness and heat of her bare sweaty tummy makes you throb…casually letting you dip your fingers into the waistband of her hidden boxers, touching her piping hot, moist skin gathering in the fabric. you can only imagine how good she tastes, her dripping slick and wet natural musk of her sexy sweat. holy fuck. abby watches you carefully, eyes wandering your worn-out self with love and admiration, curious of what will happen next. your drooping eyes fall to her crotch—grumbling as the harness and strap are still there, blocking a meal you yearn to try. shit. you know what you want…and god, you need it. you give in, hand fully extending to the waistband of her boxers, tugging on them with a little shake. you mumble with a tired rasp of your voice, “baby.” your hand then lingers to fidget with the harness straps, fingers wobbling around the material—clearly attempting to take it off. abby’s big hands gently push yours away, breathlessly grinning, “I got it.” her clumsy fingers immediately scramble to one side, swiftly undoing the straps, her heaving chest finally seeming to come to a slow. you retract your hand, leaning back onto your elbows—staring at the charming view of abby taking off the harness and the bobbing wet strap—her pretty braid seeming like the only innocent thing out of the whole sight. your eyes glow with immediate hunger as she shimmies out of it, cute hips wiggling and finally, the large wet patch you were craving this entire time on her groin of her boxers is all on display. holy shit. it’s horrifically attractive.
you hum with a whimper at the sight, leaning to sit up—hands pulling abby by the waist roughly—making her squeak with a small laugh. you wrap your arms around her waist, chin resting on her slick torso, staring up at her through batted-lashes with desire, “…abby, you look so good.” her eyes widen with strained arousal, trailing your sexy fatigued gaze. you smile cheekily, unexpectedly flicking your tongue out against her stomach, dragging a long swipe at her drenched skin. you moan against her abs, lapping sensually along the saltiness which makes you cheerfully groan. your tongue slowly slides up her stomach and reaches her juicy gleaming tits. you eagerly pop one into your mouth with a satisfied groan, engulfing the whole thing in your mouth completely. abby rests her strong arms around your shoulders—holding you close, watching this scene unravel with awe. her small plump boob fills your mouth so perfectly, allowing you to bob your head on her silky and now goose-bumped skin. abby hisses with need, watching with a slack jaw as you swirl your tongue on her small breast, half-lidded gaze locked onto hers. you move to her other tit, small strings of teasing whimpers muffling as you glide your tongue around her hardened nipple roughly—one of your hands coming up to fondle her other wet tit, playfully squeezing and rolling the nipple.
you hungrily slobber on her titty, lips smacking and seductive glint in your eyes adding to the whole view for abby. she gasps softly with a wince, eyes fluttering shut, “Baby, fuck.” you plop her titty out of your mouth, eagerly gripping her shoulders to pull her on top you with a growing smile. you fall back onto the bed—sweaty skin so deliciously overstimulating against the sheets as your lips linger to her freckled neck. you lap up the wetness of abby’s enticing sweat, hand trailing down her large back and falling near her ass. you moan softly with a big grin, lips finding their way to hers as you spread her clothed ass mischievously, “can you get on your back, abby?” she groans with a hesitant sigh, already knowing where this is going. she leans up, hands near your shoulders, timidly shaking from how much badly she pushed her limits on strength earlier, “Are you sure—? I don’t have to cum—” you cut abby off as you roll the two of you over with a strong force, somehow on top of her all of a sudden, straddling her with a smug smile. the sight of your bouncing tits make abby flush a brighter pink as you peck her cheek with a giggle, moving down her body—licking and kissing her soft skin harshly with little loving moans, savoring her bareness as if she was a pure embellishment of lesbianism. abby whimpers as you trail down her chest and stomach with a taunting mumble, reaching her hips, “it won’t be long. I just want a little taste.”
abby throws her head back with an exhausted smile, a tinge of disbelief in her manner at your stubbornness as you jump down the edge of the bed—placing yourself between her sexy strong thighs. her eyes glow with eager worry, leaning up onto her elbows, hands nervously clenching the sheets as your pretty face moves forward, close enough to take a swipe. abby stutters with an fatigued furrow of her brows, nervousness overpowering her since it’d be so embarrassing if you found out how loud she can be, “I won’t last long…I—baby, just come lay with me, you don’t have to—” you playfully shrug, tilting your head with lips that curl into a cheeky lip bite, voice stopping her from speaking any further, “—abby, i’ll be quick,” you continue with a seductive low, eyes wandering to her wet stain, “you deserve it after fucking me so well.” you teasingly pout, fingertips rubbing along her plump thighs reassuringly, “i just wanna see it…am i not allowed to?” abby grows hesitant, fearful she’ll be a moaning mess. the loud music downstairs is still blaring, so…fuck it, right? she sighs heavily with an anxious breath, replying with a faltering mumble, “I—Just…don’t drag it out.”
you roll your eyes, chuckling softly with a devilish grin, interpreting her words as wanting you to eat her out fast and rough. abby’s mouth falls open with nervous shock, round blue eyes widening as you immediately place your whole mouth on her soaked fabric of her boxers. she squeaks out a desperate groan, letting her head fall back as you hungrily suck and lick her clothed mound, moaning against her hidden engorged clit. your hands tug the meat of her hips—gripping them roughly as you hold her steady while lapping at her drenched boxers with a content gaze. the hot fabric is an absolute menace to a sensitive girl like abby. she cries out with a small gasp, head raising slowly with a wince to watch you carefully—one of her hands moving up to hold her small boob for support as both your hands linger to gently pull down her boxers. your fingers slide into the waistband so effortlessly slow, dragging the fabric down with a tease as the cool air hits her slick skin. your gentle wet kisses along her clothed mound fall to a slow as the pulling of fabric delicately reveals abby’s pretty pussy. it’s so perfectly dirty blonde and such a full, appetizing bush—so inviting and so fucking sticky. you tug her boxers down her strong thighs and down her legs, letting them fall onto the floor—immediately diving between her legs with no concerns, only the need to make her feel so damn good. her savory scent adds to everything as you tiredly moan against her sexy swollen bare clit—face quick to be immensely covered with her juices as you wildly bury your mouth against her raw drenched pussy, enjoying her smell a little more than you should. abby’s flavor is like magic on your tongue, shining like an answer you’ve always longed for. her hips begin bucking against your face, the desperation so quick to show through—alongside her stinging sensitivity and impending orgasm not being far. not far one fucking bit.
you mumble with a half-lidded smile, staring up at her between her fat pussy lips, “you’re such a gorgeous girl, abby—so, so, pretty when you’re not all pissed.” you watch as abby’s soft whimpers pick up from hearing your voice—her chest heaving quick and attractively, strong shoulders twitching with every lick, suck and reverberations of your content moans—making you smirk with complete achievement. you swirl your tongue on abby’s painfully protruding nub, her wetness enhancing her near-by climax to fall into your mouth horribly early. you whine against her clit, wickedly grinning as one of your hands sneakily crawl up her thigh, making way to her dripping pussy. you hesitate for a moment with a locked gaze, watching her truly melt into puddy—her breathless mewls grow higher in pitch, making her seem like a completely other person…and holy shit, it’s not a bad thing abby was making it out to be. in fact, it’s so unbelievably sexy getting this mean girl to unravel into a whimpering gasping mess. two of your digits suddenly plunge into her oozing cunt, swift to curl and teasingly massaging her g-spot skillfully in an attempt to prioritize her orgasm with full force. abby squeaks out with a deep moan at the pleasurable intrusion, hips writhing into your touch instantly—letting her mouth falling ajar with a loud gasp, “Aw—fuck—!” her hands intertwine so hastily into the sheets, the large handfuls in her big hands making you chuckle eagerly as you latch your sweet lips back onto her fat clit, sucking and groaning against her with sensual moans, truly adding to the overstimulating feeling of her terribly sensitive flesh. abby practically feeds you her flavor via the sway of her hips, grinding up against your nose—filling your nostrils with her insatiable scent you can’t get a fucking enough of. the stinging sensation of abby’s pulsing nub makes her shutter with every swipe, every kiss of your devouring lips, thick thighs pressing roughly around your head with an anxious quiver. abby whines with a rapid heaving chest, braid bouncing on her boob—panting with alarm, “I can’t take it—please—fuck—I can’t—” your fingers graze deep into her with strong waves, in love with how her velvety walls pulse, the squelches of her wetness growing so fucking lewd. you murmur against her clit with a coo, “hey, but you’re doing so well—you’re being such a good girl for me, abby.”
the name makes abby’s hips stutter, alleviating her breath to begin to falter, letting them rise into pathetic winces from the overwhelming heightened sensitivity on her throbbing clit and your languid pumps of your fingers—this all to her is becoming borderline humiliating yet…exhilarating as hell. her head rests flat against the sheets, eyes clenching shut—lost in heaven as you slow the pace even further, teasingly rubbing her g-spot with an aggravating gentleness that is the farthest from mean. you press the flat of your tongue against her drenched cunt, moving side to side, frothing her slick into a bubbling mess, enjoying how badly covered your chin and part of your cheeks are with her juices. you savor her overstimulated cries leaving her pouty parted lips, eyes widening with raw greed as her hips begin to bounce up from the bed with growing urgency. you grin so widely with a mocking sing-song desperation, “…i’ll let you cum…only if you promise not to cause fights with me anymore—” you chuckle wickedly against her aching delicious flesh, “—because now I know how to make you shut up.”
abby grunts roughly with a squeak, hand slapping at the sheets, eyes meeting yours as she splutters, “N-no fights ever again—mhm—” she rapidly begs with a sob of a moan, body trembling, "—I'll be good—I’ll be a good girl." her breath becomes raspy and frantic, features contorting into utter pleasure as her thighs flutter tightly around your head, trapping you with no room to breath but all the time to ravish her to the gateways of her pathetic impending climax. with jerky fearful twitches of abby’s muscles—her biceps tense all the way down to her forearms, large hands suddenly tangling into your hair to hold you in place as she blubbers with a cry, letting her head fall back, "I-I'll never lay a hand on you ever, ever, again—“ she groans with defeat as you bob your head on her twitching clit, fingers still working into her clenching creamy warmth ruthlessly. abby’s sounds fall to a silence as she reaches her orgasm, shaking with bucking hips from your movements failing to stop for mercy.
abby’s breath hitches, strong nose scrunching harshly with a whiney moan of relief as a small warm splurt trickles from her cunt—delicately filling your mouth with surprise—followed with a bigger squirt—one that splashes against your nose and cheek, the remaining lot dripping down her slit and carefully filling her hole where your working fingers fall to a excruciating halt, the liquid quickly finding it’s way down your wrist and arm. you groan softly with bright eyes, astonishment and awe shining in your sweet demeanor as you stare down at your fingers, still deep inside her, absolutely amazed how they’re coated in a creamy white liquid. the sight makes you wince with a furrow of your brows—full of satisfaction and more-so sadness, feeling betrayed she never told you she was a fucking squirter!!?! you retract your fingers, slowly but swiftly bringing them into your mouth—sucking the new consistency of wetness off with a content whimper, desperately in love with how her flavor is now sweet yet salty. you bring your forearm up to your mouth, eagerly licking along the skin, swiping up all her dripping glory on the pad of your tongue instantaneously. unconsciously, you’ve blushed a harsh scarlet, eyes growing a little nervous as you glance up at miss worn-out abby—noting with a small lip-bite how she’s embarrassingly thrown her arm over her face, covering her freckled face with a hidden panting smile.
“uhm—hello?!” you shout with a big laugh, bringing your hands to her thighs, playfully smacking them, trying to bring to light how sexy that was whole unfolding scene was. you lean up off from your knees, quickly crawling up onto abby’s bare body, straddling her waist—ass resting her silky lower body. you stare down at her with a big smile—wiping your face with back of your hand, courteously thinking about how abby may or not want that delicious excessive slick to overpower the kisses soon to come. you jokingly grab at her arm—shoving it away roughly, suddenly giggling as abby turns her face away, keeping her eyes shut—attempting to clearly avoid your gaze from embarrassment. “abbyyyy—!” you squeal, abruptly giving in and moving down to hug and smother her neck with kisses, murmuring along her throat with a deep exhale of reminisce—hands trailing her tense shoulders and back, “shit, that was so fucking hot, abby.” her lips linger to your shoulder, pecking you a couple times before snuggling into you with a bashful sigh, trembling hands wandering your waist with an anxious eye-roll. abby’s soft tone is quivering and gentle, “…Really? You think so?” you nod with a loud mhm, no hesitation in your actions as your lips trail up her jaw, mouth immediately locking onto her pretty pink ones with gratitude. she groans in-between your kisses, your mixed tastes mingling—making her chuckle with disbelief and an intrigued cheerful grin as her fingertips graze your bare back, “…We…I can’t believe we really just fucked. Like right now.” you mumble against her lips with a little laugh, lips disconnecting with a pop, “I know right?”
you push off abby carefully with a pretty smile, flopping beside her with a bounce, cute hair sprawling onto her sheets in such an adoring way. abby immediately pulls you into a hug, bringing you close to nuzzle against her chest. your cheek rests against her small boob as her beefy freckled arms wrap around you, suddenly engulfing you in her intoxicating musk and pine scent—somehow seeming like the one place in you life where you felt like you truly belonged. abby inhales deeply, rubbing her face with her big hand, clarity finally coming back to her as she thinks to herself—gulping heavily with a gentle smile. her eyes wander back to you with a softness that makes your heart ache, “—You know. …I’m glad we did this.”
you glance up into her big blue eyes, a smirk spreading across your face as your lips casually linger to her chest, planting small kisses as you cuddle further against her, craving to be closer to her—practically needing, wanting to be in her skin somehow. you mumble with a little yawn, “—me too, abs.” your legs tangle below, rubbing earnestly together, each little brush glimmering a view which seems so absolutely pure and beautiful to a lovers eye. you grin teasingly as you rub your nose up against her warm soft collarbone, “all that stamina really did pay off.” that comment makes abby chuckle hoarsely with a tilt of her head, nodding adorably—complete affection in her gaze as she watches your beautiful face grow tired with each passing second.
the room fills with the died down music and soft chattering from downstairs—suddenly reminding you where you are. you softly sigh with a content grin, scanning abby’s freckled beauty with nothing but admiration. a sincere confession falls from your lips with a tenderness that tugs abby’s heartstrings, “abigail. I want you to know I never really hated you…never did. never will.” your hand lazily caresses the skin of her hip as you continue with a genuine knit of your brows, “…every-time you’d yell at me…I could only remember that sweet girl you used to be.” you smile to yourself, eyes trailing abby’s freckled bicep, “deep down, I knew you still were the pretty, goofy abby I knew and loved. she was just hiding from me.” your hand moves up from her waist, squeezing between her draped arm to crawl up to hold her face, touching the warmth of her sharp cheekbone—the familiarity so soft and comforting.
abby endearingly stares with full attention, eyebrows furrowed as she takes in the weight of your words. she processes your preciousness by slowly leaning forward—resting her lips against your temple, pressing a gentle kiss there with understanding, “…I never hated you either.” she grumbles with a disgusted head shake, “—God, I couldn’t stand the way I treated you.” abby rests her forehead against yours with a treasuring gaze, easing the tension by playfully pursing her lips with a little pout—cutely asking for a kiss. you softly smile with an embarrassed blush as you crane your face forward, connecting your lips together for an instant. you pull back, gaze searching abby’s big ocean eyes.
all of a sudden, abby wildly pecks your soft cheek, planting kisses over and over—making you squeal and writhe from her forceful lips. you melt into her kisses with a fulfilled heart, loving the abrupt way she pulls back with a large smile and round eyes—“Since tomorrow is Saturday,” abby gulps with an eager tone, “We can take a shower in the morning together and then I can make breakfast.” she swiftly pecks your lips one last time, “What do you say?”
you’re taken back by abby’s bold and determined itinerary for the morning after, causing your stomach to turn with excitement and outright appreciation. you quickly nod with a growing flustered smile, absolutely adoring how beautiful she really is when she simply lets herself glow with her sweet personality. you softly speak, letting your soul do the talking, “I’d like that, abby. I’d enjoy every damn second.” abby timidly grins, her eyes gleaming with joy and some fatigue.
“alright, abby—let’s get some rest. you worked too hard today with football…and…with me.” you caress her forehead, pushing back her babyhairs with a benign touch and a loving smirk, watching her features contort into a big cute yawn. you lower your voice, the soothing tone so mellow and sweet, “…what about the party, abs?” abby cheekily smiles with her resting eyes, her own words falling to a comforting whisper, “The boys will manage. I trust them.” you ruffle her hair with relief, calmly letting your hand drift back down to her waist, hugging her close. you quietly mutter, “mkay, baby,” before pressing one last kiss against her soft lips, snuggling back into the crook of her neck—allowing your own eyes to drift shut comfortably. abby’s strong warm arms cradle you close as one of her legs wrap around you, encasing you snug against her. you swallow softly, satisfaction radiating deep within your chest as you hear the sudden sound of abby’s calming, soft breathing.
however—her irresistible syrupy voice quietly breaks the still air with words that make your heart skip a beat.
“…I love you.”
butterflies erupt into a beautiful swarm in your tummy, swirling around your fluttering, glimmering heartbeat. fucking hell.
you softly reply with a sentimental strain of awe, “I love you too, abby.” she sweetly giggles with triumph, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead with pure devotion, “…I love having you like this. It’s so fucking amazing.” abby’s charming sleepy voice casts her simple last words to strike all those years of dislike away in an instant—her cherishing smile full of utter honesty, capable of being heard with your eyes shut—truly melting away every bruise and every mark,
“I hated to hate you.”
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wuz this worth the whole month wait cuz i’m so sorry💔💔😵💫 this could have a part two—containing pure fluff of the next morning!!! like cute domestic shit :p and maybe some lazy sex idk?? i feel like im decent at writing a shit ton of fluff (maybe a little better than smut) since love doesn’t always need sex to show connection fr but u tell me :3 !!
hope y’all fucked with this cuz i sure as hell did✊🌈 andddd as always gimmie feedback!!! i always wanna improve 💝!!
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❤︎gf!abby, who sleeps in your old tank tops. they smell like you, which brings her immense comfort, especially if you’re out one night. plus, the material enhances the look of her abs. she’s caught you staring more than once, the ego boost it gives her being almost comical. sweet girl lovvvves knowing she’s making you flustered.
❤︎gf!abby, who does your hair when it’s not cooperating. yes, she always only puts its in a braid similar to hers, but the gesture is still sweet. she does it to let you know she’s always there, and that you can always rely on her for help.
❤︎gf!abby, who will definitely big spoon you if you ask, but adores being the little spoon. she loves having your hands on her, being able to tuck her nose in the crook of your neck, and just completely melting into you. she’s a sucker for being babied, even if she won’t admit it.
❤︎gf!abby, who always lets you choose the movie, even if the description doesn’t sound that interesting to her. as long as you’re into it, she’s okay. not only that, she never gets angry when you eat the majority of the popcorn. she’d rather you be full and content that hungry.
❤︎gf!abby, who never takes half assed pictures of you. in fact, if you’re walking past a scenic view she stops you to take a picture, not the other way around. and she’s verrryyy serious about it. she’ll tell you how to pose, where to position your purse, where your head should be directed at—she tells you every thing! even if it’s small.
❤︎gf!abby, if you have the soap gene, she goes out of her way to make sure none of your meals have cilantro. and by the rare occasion that they do, she speaks a time picking it all out for you.
❤︎gf!abby, who treats your stuffed animals with the utmost respect. she links of them like they’re you children, sometimes even slotting one between you while cuddling.
❤︎gf!abby, who is an absolute sucker for forehead kisses. they make her feel so loved, so adored, and sometimes even feel more intimate than regular kisses.
❤︎gf!abby, who always lets you steal bites out of her food, and actually encourages it. she’ll smirk when you take big bites, and offers another one when you don’t.
❤︎gf!abby, who pays for any and all of your hair/nail appointments. she genuinely gets offended when you tell her she doesn’t have to, because to her, it’s the bare minimum.
❤︎gf!abby, who refuses to go to bed without an “i love you.” if you fall asleep before her, of course, she won’t wake you. instead, she’ll quietly whisper it against your skin, pressing her lips gently against your cheek.
❤︎gf!abby, who follows you around like a lost puppy. washing dishes? she’s leaning against the counter next to you. doing your hair? she’s pulled over a chair so she can sit by you. changing? she literally hands you the next article of clothing you need. (and she swears she’s not clingy mind u…)
❤︎gf!abby, who has absolutely no problem shaving your legs if you’re lazy. in fact, she thinks it’s kinda fun. plus, gives her an excuse to touch you, and yap your ear off.
❤︎gf!abby, who claims that she doesn’t like your gym playlist, but you’ll catch her bobbing her head, and sometimes even humming along to the majority of the songs. her face gets bright red when you call her out.
❤︎gf!abby, who absolutely hates it when you use a silly photo of her as a sticker while texting. “can u STOP??????” every time you send that 0.5 of her you took while she was dead asleep, mouth hanging wide open.
❤︎gf!abby, who carries your purse like its some very important secret document, not allowing anyone to get close to it.
❤︎gf!abby, who slips into the shower with you more often that not. you’ll be scrubbing down your arms, when theres suddenly two more wrapping around your middle from behind, and lips pressing against your cheek.
❤︎gf!abby, who has polaroids of you taped up on your bed frame. she claims they’re “peak decoration.”
❤︎gf!abby, who deadass has a blanket with your face printed on it. she doesn’t let anyone touch it.. not even you, keeping it neatly laid on her side of the bed.
❤︎gf!abby, who has like 80 billion photos of you…it literally takes up all of her phone storage, and REFUSES to delete them. but on the very, very rare occasion that you two argue, all she does is scroll through them like you died. it’s cute, but her phone legitimately has like 4 gigabytes left.
❤︎gf!abby, who loves you with everything her full heart has to offer.
Hhaiii my request r open :ppp please do not be afraid to send something in! its highly appreciated :))) i currently write for vi, sevika, ellie williams, and abby anderson :33
PART 1 - “give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention.“
stoner!ellie x popular!reader ft. exgf!jock!abby
synopsis: after getting cheated on and dumped by her girlfriend abby anderson, reader finds comfort in the company of ellie fucking williams, the girl she had despised since 7th grade. after discovering the girl abby cheated with is no other than ellie’s ex-girlfriend, cat, the pair is only brought closer together—but is shared heartbreak and mutual tolerance enough to counteract years of festered resentment? the tension rising between reader and ellie finally snaps during a night of partying as quick presumptions and liquid courage leave reader with a drunken kiss she’ll either regret or cherish for the rest of her youth.
word count: 8.8k (i know, she’s chunky.)
contains: cheating, highschool stereotypes, weed, alcohol use, swearing, reader can’t drive for shit (she lowk rear ends someone but everyone is okay), kissing, making out, enemies to loverssss?????, ellie is a YEARNER, reader highkey is too, kind of a slow burn, a bit of loser!ellie, fake dating next chapter (also maybe some smut there too but u didn’t hear it from me)
a/n: i genuinely had so much fun writing this. this is the first fan fic i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoyyy! and feel free to share your thoughts! lowkey it takes some time before ellie is introduced so just be patient, i had to set up the drama between reader n abby yk. i really tried to lean into the high school cliché yuri CRACK side of this so i hope you can tell!!
It was as if God himself was fucking with you.
You were a rat in a cage, and every time you fell for the sweet bait laid in front of your eyes and consequently got stuck in the punishing grasp of the awaiting spring-loaded steel trap, your suffering became his sadistic fulfillment.
That’s what you were sure of, at least, because this past week of your life has been so tragically humiliating that it must have been a part of some sort of punishment for whatever sins you’ve committed in your past life.
In the second semester of your junior year, you developed the fattest crush on this girl in your grade. Her name was Abby, and she was a player on your school's varsity soccer team, and a damn good one at that. She was intelligent too, planning to follow in her father's footsteps of going to med-school and becoming a doctor. There was something about her that you couldn't quite resist. With her kind eyes, broad shoulders, and a smile so bright it creased her freckle-adorned cheeks, Abigail Anderson had charmed you, a part of your heart already preparing itself to be carved out and set aside in devotion to her.
So, when Abby asked you out to prom in the spring, you didn't hesitate to say yes, jumping up and squealing in excitement as you threw your arms around her neck.
Prom was perfect, the baby pink color of your long, sequined dress matching Abby's tie. The two of you were practically inseparable for the entire night, exhibiting the behavior of what some would consider "puppy love."
Abby wasn't your only highlight of the night, though. The moment they called your name out for prom princess, your heart filled so full you swore that it would spill out any second. As they placed the glittering sash over your shoulder, you truly felt like a girl at the end of a coming of age movie, like you had finally found where you belonged in the world, and it was here, under flashing lights in the venue of your high school prom, the validating cheers of your peers blaring through the room.
With a gleaming tiara on your head and Abby on your arm, you knew this night would be one that you would remember forever.
That summer, in the blaring heat of a June sun, Abby asked you to be her girlfriend, and just as you had in response to her promposal only a few weeks earlier, you enthusiastically accepted, throwing yourself into her arms.
Between tanning beside glittering swimming pools with your best-friends, getting virgin piña coladas with your mom, and sneaking out with your new girlfriend, you thought you had the best senior summer a girl could ever ask for—and that’s without mentioning the cherry on top: your father gifting you your dream car, a pink Mercedes-Benz.
So, when it was time to begin your senior year at Jackson High School, you had not even a single doubt in your foolish belief that your senior year would live up to the expectations of your Hollywood-inspired fantasies you had possessed through all of your youth.
With your sexy buff girlfriend by your side and a hot new ride, your year was bound to go perfectly, right?
As you soon discovered, all expectations you had could be totaled up to nothing but the wet dream of a naïve spoiled suburban princess.
Just a few weeks into the first semester, you were driving yourself to school in your 21st century royal carriage, iced coffee in hand and bedazzled sunglasses balanced on your nose, when the shitty Subaru in front of you slammed on their brakes abruptly, causing you to run into them from behind.
"What the fuck?!" the car in front of you stepped out, fury ridden in every crease of their face.
After profusely apologizing to the angry stranger and offering to pay for repairs, you ended up sobbing while attempting to explain what you had gotten yourself into on the phone with your father, who only sighed in disappointment on the other end, “Daddy, it wasn’t my fault, I swear! They were the one who slammed on their brakes in front of me!”
Though you didn’t know yet, this accident only marked the beginning of the most humiliating week of your life.
Graciously, your parents let you stay home from school that day as you grieved your pink Mercedes. Their mercy didn't last for long, though, as they forced you to go back the next day, not allowing you to miss anymore school.
To your dismay, the angle at which your car was impacted left it in no condition to be driven. Since your parents both had work and Abby claimed she had an early morning gym sesh planned, you found yourself riding the infamous Big Cheese to school that morning. You felt so humiliated being a senior and having to ride the bus to school. The pickled odor ruminating through the air combined with the sticky seats left you less than comfortable, to say the least. Some underclassmen boys were play fighting behind you, and one ended up elbowing you in the face. You glared at them offensively, but neither of them offered so much as an apology, just continuing to laugh obnoxiously while sloppily throwing their hands at each other.
You started that day already pissed off, and what made it worse was that Abby had been acting distant. In fact, she had been acting distant ever since the first week of the semester. She had only been replying to all your texts with one-word responses, and she had been avoiding you at school, too. When you texted her regarding her distant behavior, she just replied, "dw abt it, baby."
Safe to say, you were angry, but you didn't know if there was anything you could do about it. After all, you didn't have any reason to suspect her of doing anything wrong.
You were about to fall asleep in study hall when all of a sudden you got a notification from your best friend Dina.
wifey dina <3 - 10:05 AM
"holy shit, did you see cat's story?"
you - 10:05 am
"who the fuck is cat?"
wifey dina <3 - 10:05 AM
"she's like some stoner chick. has tattoos n shit."
wifey dina <3 sent an attachment
Upon clicking on the photo Dina sent you, you audibly gasped. It was a screenshot of an Instagram story, a grainy photo of some girl with black micro bangs (who you presumed was Cat) with her hand wrapped around someone's hickey-littered neck from behind while leaning down and biting their bicep.
It wasn't just anyone's bicep, though. You would recognize those freckled broad shoulders from anywhere, and the dirty blonde baby hairs peaking out from behind the person's ears only confirmed your suspicions.
you - 10:06 AM
"i fucking know that's not abby."
wifey dina <3 - 10:06 AM
"babe, i'm afraid it is.”
“and leah told me that she overheard someone saying that they saw them making out behind the bleachers yesterday after school too.”
You didn't know what to do. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of class, but your tightening throat and the tears blurring your vision didn’t really give you much of a choice. Sure, you had only been dating Abby for a couple of months, but part of you felt like you truly loved her.
Your mind began racing: Is this why Abby has been so avoidant? Is it my fault? Am I not pretty enough? Did I not give her enough attention?
wifey dina <3 - 10:07 AM
“i’m so sorry, doll.”
“you deserve so much better.”
Damn right you did, and after the initial wave of sadness and heartbreak washed over, you were immediately filled with rage.
As the bell rang for lunch, you marched toward the cafeteria with more purpose than a Navy SEAL.
If Abby had no issue with carelessly making this such a public ordeal that you had to find out through a blurry screenshot, then you didn’t have any problem making your confrontation a scene.
Usually, Abby would sit with all her soccer friends, while you would sit with the cheerleading girls.
Today, though, you stomped directly towards Abby’s table, calling out her name angrily as you approached.
When at first she didn’t hear you, you yanked on her shoulder forcefully, shouting her name again to capture her full attention.
“Oh my god—what the fuck, babe?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“What is your problem?”
“My problem is that you think it’s okay to just run around and fuck other girls when you have a girlfriend.”
“You’re seriously accusing me of cheating on you?”
At this point, her entire table was either staring at the two of you or whispering and snickering amongst themselves, but you couldn’t have cared less in the heat of the moment.
“Oh, I’m not accusing you. I know what you did, so don’t even try to lie to me.” You pulled out your phone, shoving the screenshot of Cat’s story in Abby’s face, “Mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing here?”
Abby just scoffed in disbelief, staring at your phone scathingly, as if you would have never caught on if it wasn’t for the stupid, tattletale device in your hand.
She returned her gaze to you, “Babe, I can explain—“
You interrupted her before she could even start, “Abby, please. Don’t try to lie to me. I mean, for fuck’s sake, people are running around saying they saw the two of you making out! There’s no explaining this.”
To you, it didn’t matter what she said at this point. Even if she apologized, the hurt had already been caused.
Abby sighed, defeated, “I think we should just break up.”
“What—?”
“Yeah, if you really feel that way, then I don’t think—“
“No.”
“No?”
“No! You cheated on me. You don’t get to dump me now. I’m the one dumping you.”
Abby raised her eyebrows and smirked as if she just couldn’t take you seriously, “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m the one who said that we should break up first.”
Abby’s snarky facial expression combined with the obnoxious snickering of all of her friends made your blood boil. You had never been more pissed off in your life.
"You know what? I fucking can't with you. Don’t try to talk to me ever again. I’ll see you in hell.”
You hoped your dramatic exit would be something iconic or even badass that would stick in Abby’s mind and make her immediately regret ever breaking your heart.
However, as fate would have it, something less ideal occurred. As you walked backward, you bumped into someone, causing you to yelp while falling onto your ass as their black coffee got spilled all over your shirt.
Abby and all her friends began laughing hysterically. At this point, your face must have been flushed completely crimson. Now, whether it was more from anger or embarrassment, you didn’t really know.
Getting back up on your feet, you were fully prepared to berate the moron that let you get drenched and humiliated at the hands of their carelessness, but as you saw the person responsible for your misery, your blood boiled even hotter (if that was still possible), your eyes narrowing in on her scrawny figure.
Ellie fucking Williams.
Well, technically the one who spilled the coffee on you was her idiot best friend, Jesse, not Ellie, but you knew it somehow had to be Ellie’s fault anyways. Why? Because it just fucking had to be, nothing else would make sense. Ellie hated you, and you hated her. It’s just how it was.
If anyone were to ask you when the feud began, you wouldn’t have been able to answer exactly when. Maybe it started in middle school when you spread a rumor that she was a druggie and her dad was a satanic cult leader—or maybe sophomore year when she muttered something about you being a “spoiled, dim-witted, brat” under her breath when you passed her in the hallway, and when you forcefully turned around to quip something back, you tripped onto your face in front of half your school, effectively destroying the heel on your favorite pair of pink pumps and spraining your ankle in the process, all while the little demon laughed at you from behind.
For a while after that incident, nothing else had happened between the two of you. No drama, no rumors, no petty remarks, nothing. It was peaceful, you thought maybe the tension had finally dulled between you both. Well, that was until last November when she sent photos of you drinking at a Halloween party to the principal, almost causing you to lose your position as captain of your school’s varsity cheer team. What business did that stoner have tattling on anyone over substance use, anyway? Well, you didn’t have any way of knowing for sure Ellie was the one who snitched on you; the report was anonymous, of course. But it seemed obvious to you that she was the only one bitter enough to do something so petty with the sole motivation of hurting you and your reputation.
It didn’t even have to be about the trivial dramatics; just the way Ellie presented and carried herself was a mortal sin against everything that you stood for. You were the spoiled princess of poised perfection and cherry flavored lip gloss dressed in rhinestoned true religion jeans and lacey pink baby doll tops, locked in your upper middle-class tower—while she was the fire-breathing, smoke-exhaling, lighter-slinging dragon with dingy black scales and worn wings, adorning silver piercings and black eyeshadow, lurking from outside palace walls as the epitome of a suburban pariah.
Everything about her made your blood boil. It was as if the resentment between you was fated, written in the stars, no matter how horribly cliché it was.
So, naturally, you had to suspect her of scheming on your downfall through even the most insignificant things.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!“ Jesse scrambled to apologize, but it was too late, rage had already consumed you.
“Do you not fucking pay attention to what you’re doing?”
Ellie decided now was the best time to butt into the conversation, attempting to rescue her friend from the blunt end of your wrath, “Hey, c’mon, dude. Y’know he didn’t mean to.”
You glared at Ellie as if she was the most malevolent creature in the whole world, “Do you really wanna be talking right now, Ellie? I know this is all your doing.”
She laughed at you like you sounded crazy, “What? How is this my doing?”
“Because,” through your anger, you still tried to make sense of all the shit you were spewing, “only you are bitter and spiteful enough to do something so petty just to embarrass me!”
Ellie furrowed her brows at you in disbelief, "How the hell is it my fault that you bumped into Jesse? You’re the one embarrassing yourself, you don't need my help to do so.”
You scoffed, irritated by her audacity, “Listen, if this was any other day, I just might let this go, but you chose the worst possible time to fuck with me."
"Again, I didn't do anything to fuck with you. Get over yourself, princess."
Princess. You fucking hated when she called you that, condescension laced so firmly in her voice that it never failed to leave you feeling thoroughly disrespected and so impossibly small.
You rolled your eyes at her, "Just leave me alone, Ellie."
As you walked away, you internally hoped she didn’t hear the little crack in your voice from your tight throat, warm tears threatening to pour out your eyes.
You slipped into the first bathroom you spotted outside the cafeteria, finding refuge in a quiet stall as you hurled your legs into fetal position. There, you finally let yourself cry.
You weren’t crying over your altercation with Ellie, of course. You weren’t even crying over your break up, really. It was just everything. You were so overwhelmed. For the past few days, it felt as if you weren’t ever able to catch a break, not even for a second. It all just kept on coming, and a girl could only be so strong.
So, when the bell rung, you decided that, after the week you’ve had, you didn’t have it in you anymore to sit in a miserable classroom with a bunch of sweaty kids for an hour while trying and failing to understand whatever shit your math teacher had on the board that day.
Instead of going to class, you slipped out of a side door of the school, concluding all you needed was some fresh air.
"You still pouting, princess?"
You whipped your head around to meet the condescending voice calling at you, only to see Ellie Williams, again.
You huffed, “What do you want, Ellie?”
She looked so smug, sitting there with one leg tucked against her chest and the other lazily stretched out against the ground. She pulled out the blunt gently pressed between her lips, exhaling soft gray smoke into the air.
“Why don’t you come and join me?”
“And do what? Sit there and smoke weed for an hour then walk back into class and pretend people can’t smell the shit on me?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe it would help you chill out for once.”
You crossed your arms in defiance, shocked at her audacity to ask you to smoke with her after the shit she pulled earlier today.
You could brush her off and say you had better things to do, but you did have a really shitty day. You could use something to relax after everything you’ve been through. Besides, maybe it would help to have someone to rant to.
You quickly glanced around, checking for any cameras or people around that could rat you out, but you didn’t see anything. After all, Ellie did this all the time, and she never got caught.
You huffed defiantly, crossing your arms as you slipped into the space on the concrete staircase beside Ellie.
She handed you the blunt, but you just stared at it dumbly, not fully understanding what she was expecting of you.
Ellie smirked, “You’ve never smoked before, have you?”
You glared at her, “What do you think, Ellie?”
Ellie grinned before taking the blunt back, “All you have to do is press it against your lips and inhale, just like this.”
You stared at her mouth as she demonstrated, thin paper brushing against the soft pads of her rosy pink lips. As she exhaled, the wind carried the smoke through the air, allowing you to breathe in its herbal scent.
Once complete, Ellie turned towards you. She leaned in, placing the blunt in your hand as her hand clasped over yours, guiding the blunt towards your lips.
Your cheeks burned red from the proximity as you took a hit from the joint, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
As she pulled the blunt away from your lips, you were immediately thrown into a fit of coughs, all while Ellie laughed at you, clearly finding amusement in your failure.
Once recollecting yourself, you glared at Ellie once more, smacking the tattoo on her forearm, “Hey! Quit laughing at me!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” Ellie took a deep breath, trying to restrain herself from cracking up again and pissing you off further, “Y’know, don’t feel bad. A lot of people struggle when they first start.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! I mean, I didn’t really. But I’m sure lots of other people do!”
You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, enjoying each other’s silence and the chill breeze of the September air.
Watching Ellie take a hit from the joint, you grew a bit hungry for another.
“Ellie?”
“Mhm?”
“Can I have another hit?” you asked sweetly, your doe eyes pleading to her.
Ellie passed you the blunt back, but not without smirking while doing so. Why did she have to look so god damn smug all the time?
This time you took it much more smoothly, no coughing involved. Ellie even nodded her approval.
In your mellowed state of mind, you became the first to break the silence, “Why did you invite me to smoke with you anyways?”
Ellie shrugged, “I told you, I thought it would help you be not so stuck-up for once.”
You shook your head, “Yeah, but we’ve never really gotten along.” Residing in the calm solitude the two of you shared now, you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of your guys’ past altercations, “I mean, our interaction in the cafeteria today wasn’t exactly friendly.”
“Eh, I saw you and Abby fighting right before. ‘Figured that had to be the reason you were acting so particularly bitchy today.”
You groaned at the mention of your ex-girlfriend’s name, “Ugh, Abby.”
“What happened between the two of you anyways?”
You sighed, annoyance permeating through the tone of your voice, “She cheated on me.”
“Oh my god, that sucks.”
“Yeah, it does, and I had to find out through a fucking Instagram story too. I felt so humiliated.”
“I’m sorry, that’s horrible,” Ellie comforted you as she reached over to her water bottle, twisting off it’s plastic cap. “If you don’t mind me asking, who did she cheat on you with? It’s hard for me to imagine she could’ve done much better than you.”
You knew that she didn’t mean much by the last comment. She said it so casually, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered anyways.
“It’s some girl named Cat,” you answered.
When you looked back at Ellie, she was choking on the sip of water she had just taken.
You placed some gentle blows on her back, trying to help her out.
“Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?” you asked, concern laced in your voice.
She managed her words through coughs, “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine.”
She coughed a bit more before recollecting herself, finally responding to what you said, “Yeah, Cat isn’t shit. Abby fucked up, for sure.”
The two of you sat there for a while longer, exchanging stories with each other, talking about people from your school, and laughing at each other's stupid jokes.
You didn’t like to admit it, but part of you had started to develop a real understanding of her. She could be really nice when the two of you weren’t dead set on hating the other. At one point, you mentioned that you were hungry, and she gave you a full bag of sour gummy worms. It might’ve just been candy, but that moment had to have been the nicest she’s ever been to you in all your time of knowing her.
Who would’ve known that the two of you could actually really enjoy each other's company? (Even if you had to be a little bit high to do so.)
When the bell that finally cut school out rang, you were surprised. You didn’t think you had been out there with her for that long, but maybe time just seemed to pass by faster when you were hanging out with her.
You groaned as students piled out of the building.
“What’s wrong?” Ellie asked as she threw all her things back into her bag.
“My car’s broken and I don’t want to ride the bus…”
“I could drive you home if you want,” Ellie offered.
“Really?”
“Yeah, sure. Your house can’t be that far away.”
The ride home was quiet, but never awkward. Somehow it didn’t feel weird to be in Ellie’s space, listening to her playlist softly playing from her car’s speakers. It was almost comforting, but the thought of accepting that made you want to throw up.
So, instead, you just stared out the window, trying to force your mind to not think about the humiliation you had endured this week or, arguably worse, the prospect that the girl you had despised since middle wasn’t actually the devil reincarnate you imagined her to be.
After you got home and had finished taking your shower, you laid down in your bed, sinking into the mattress. For the first time that day, you felt like you could finally decompress. But before the silence could give you enough space to reflect on everything, you received a face time call from your best friends Dina and Leah.
“Hey, babe!” Dina exclaimed as you picked up, “Leah wants to know if you can come to this party.”
“Yeah, Jordan’s parents are out of town on some work trip or whatever, so he’s gonna invite a bunch of people over tomorrow night. You should come!”
“Oh, I don’t know…” you hesitated, playing with the hem of your satin pink pajamas. With your break up being so fresh, you didn’t know if going out would be the best idea. Sure, you weren’t going to be alone since you had Dina and Leah, and Jordan was Leah’s long term boyfriend, so it wouldn’t be like you were somewhere unfamiliar. But, still, you couldn’t help but feel like you wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy it.
“C’monnn, it’ll be so fun!” Dina pleaded.
Leah pouted, “You usually love going to parties, what’s wrong?”
“Well, it’s just that since I broke up with Abby—“
“Hold on,” Dina interrupted, “you actually broke up with Abby?”
“Yeah…”
“As you should,” Leah said, “You deserve so much better.”
You chuckled, but there was no amusement in your voice, “I know.”
“We’re always here for you if you need to talk,” Dina reminded you.
“Thank you guys,” you said, smiling softly, truly grateful your friends’ support.
“Don’t even worry about it, girl,” Leah chimed in again, “Abby downgraded anyways. Cat can’t dress for shit and those micro bangs look like she cut them in the dark with craft scissors. Not to mention that she’s Ellie’s ex-girlfriend.”
Your heart dropped, “Cat is Ellie’s ex-girlfriend?”
“Yeah—you didn’t know? They had, like, a really messy break up last year. Something about Ellie being too obsessive and Cat cheating on her with like some older guy at her job so Ellie stole Cat’s car for revenge on some Grand Theft Auto shit.”
Leah’s eyebrows twisted as she recalled the rest of the story.
“Then she recited this really cringy poem to her English class she apparently wrote about Cat. Somehow the president of Mozambique was involved too, but I don’t remember.”
“Oh my God—did all that really happen?”
“Yeah!” Leah claimed, “Well that’s just what I heard. I’m sure some of it has to be embellishment of the truth or whatever—But, anyways, yeah. Everybody knows that they used to date.”
You were sure Leah was just regurgitating a bunch of bullshit—you loved her, but Leah was involved in so much shit talking that you began to suspect that her brain had started melting.
Despite that, through Leah’s rambling, you did recall something about Ellie being in love and falling out with another girl in your guys’ grade.
Your heart sunk a little at the thought of Cat’s relationship with Ellie, a feeling settling inside you somewhere between disgust and devastation. You just brushed it off, though, not understanding what it meant and not being able to unpack it even if you did.
“Don’t worry about Abby and Cat,” Dina comforted, “You should still come to the party, it’ll help you get your mind off her.”
“I’m still not sure…”
“C’mon,” Leah pleaded, “We’ll have so much fun, you’ll completely forget all about her!”
You sighed, “Fine.”
“Yes!” Dina grinned.
“Great!” Leah exclaimed, “I’ll probably go to his house first to help set up, then I can go pick you guys up.”
“Alright,” you said, “Dina, is it okay if I go to your house after school tomorrow to get ready?”
“Of course, babe,” Dina agreed.
“Thank you!” Suddenly, you yawned, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you, “I’m getting pretty tired. I’m gonna go to sleep, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Almost immediately after ending the call, sleep consumed you. Which, in hindsight, you were grateful for, knowing that if you had stayed up any longer, your overthinking would latch onto you and keep you up for the rest of the night.
After getting home from school the next day, you were having second thoughts about the party. You were utterly exhausted, part of you just wanting to lay in your bed and eat ice cream while wallowing in the hollow aftermath of your break up.
Fortunately for you, your best friend Dina was determined to help you escape the claws of your own self-pity. Confident that the perfect antidote for your heartbreak was a night of going out, she was there at your house at 5pm sharp to help you grab your outfit and makeup and take you back to her house to get ready and pregame.
Though you seriously doubted how effective partying would be for curing your sadness, you trusted your best friend. After all, she knew you better than anyone, and you did love getting dolled up and tipsy at some rich fucker’s house after a long week.
After a diligent half hour of makeup and careful outfit deliberation, you stood in front of Dina’s floor length mirror and inspected the figure reflected back at you. You truly felt beautiful, adorning a skintight cheetah print tank top, cleavage on display, with a black mini skirt draping over your hips. The fishnets and black pumps you put on tied your look together. Bright strands of hair tinsel glittered when caught in the lights while the charcoal tightlining of your waterlines allowed the color of your eyes to pop out more than ever before.
“Holy shit, you look hot,” Dina remarked, her voice pulling you out of your own head. You only laughed shyly in response.
“Abby must be a fucking idiot. She has no idea what she’s missing out on right now,” she added on.
Upon glancing over your face, she immediately picked up on the sadness engrained into your features.
“Hey, don’t be sad, okay?” Dina comforted you as she placed her hand on your shoulder, “You deserve way better than Abby anyways. If she’s a cheater, it was never gonna work out anyways. You practically dodged a bullet. You’re hot, funny, hardworking, and actually really good at math.”
Dina softened her voice while kneeling down in front of you, “You’ll find another girl to love, and she’ll never take for granted how lucky she is to have you.”
“Do you really mean that?” you asked, throat tight as tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes, threatening to spill over.
“Of course I do. Besides, we’re gonna have so much fun tonight, you’ll forget Abby even exists,” she brushed your cheek, collecting a rogue tear that had dripped down from your eye on her thumb, “Now cheer up before you mess up your makeup.” She tousled your hair before pulling out her phone, “Leah should be in here like five minutes to pick us up, you ready?”
You nodded, looking back at your reflection one last time, reapplying your favorite cherry-flavored lip-gloss for good luck. You really hoped Dina was right. You didn’t want to think about Abby anymore, and you sure as hell did not want to think about whatever couple shit she could be doing with that Cat girl.
Tonight, you just wanted to have a good time. You wanted to enjoy being young, single, and hot—maybe get a little bit tipsy, and (most importantly) get Abby off of your mind.
Despite your wishes, it seemed fate had other plans for you.
As soon as you got to the party, Dina and Leah spotted someone they had met at a concert they attended a few weeks ago. Promising them that you would be okay by yourself, you decided to slip away from them to grab a drink while they caught up with their friend.
Once acquiring your drink, you slipped into the crowd and observed the mass of partiers. To your devastation, in the center of the room stood no other than your ex-girlfriend: Abigail Anderson, shamelessly making out with the same girl she had cheated on you with underneath the party’s violet luminescence with no regard for the presence of other people around. Her tongue was stuck so far down Cat’s throat it was as if she was trying to reach the depths of her soul through her mouth.
You stared at the two of them, disgust rising and settling deep inside your gut.
“They’re so disgusting,” you muttered, not even realizing that you were saying your thoughts out loud.
“Yeah. They make me want to throw up,” a voice next to you sneered.
You flinched, not expecting another voice to boom so close and unexpectedly near your ear, “What the fuck?!”
The voice came from no other than Ellie Williams, who paid no mind to your jumpiness as she continued talking shit, “Y’know, never would I ever imagine the two of them together."
You scoffed, piling onto Ellie’s thoughts in agreement, “Yeah, because they don’t look good together. Besides, I don’t understand why they feel the need to practically eat each other alive in front of everybody.”
“Exactly,” Ellie chuckled, “It’s just gross.”
Silence settled between the two of you for just a second longer than what felt comfortable.
You shifted your feet as you worked up the courage to ask her the question that had been lingering in your mind since last night.
“Ellie?”
She returned her head and her attention back to you, “Yeah?”
“Yesterday, when I told you about what happened between me and Abby,” you paused for a moment, collecting yourself, “Why didn’t you tell me that Cat was your ex-girlfriend?”
You watched the muscles of Ellie’s throat flex and relax slowly as she swallowed, jaw tensing, “We were talking about you, what happened between me and Cat didn’t matter.”
“Oh, okay,” you replied, suddenly shy.
After a moment, Ellie spoke up again, “But, y’know, about that… I can’t help but think…”
“Think what?”
She turned her body fully towards you, engaging eye contact, “Do you really think that they’re just making out in front of everybody because they just find each other so irresistible?”
You furrowed your brows, “What the hell are you trying to imply?”
Ellie smirked, mischief suddenly creeping across her expression, “I’m saying that they’re obviously trying to make us jealous. Don’t you see it?”
Swishing the drink in your hand absentmindedly, you doubted her theory, “I don’t know, Ellie. What if they just like each other? I doubt they thought about it that deeply.”
Ellie rolled her eyes in response, “You don’t have to believe me, but I’m right.”
Silence lingered between the two of you as Ellie turned her gaze away from you. As her gentle features got caught in the violet glow reflecting off the silver mirror ball, you couldn’t help but notice that she was actually quite beautiful.
Your eyes locked back onto the pair, who was now grinding on each other to the rhythm of whatever shitty bass-boosted house song was blasting from the speakers.
“They make me fucking sick,” you muttered.
Ellie smirked as your gaze met with hers again, “Well, I’m telling you, they’re just trying to get under our skin, and there’s only one way we can get them back.”
“Now what the actual fuck are you trying to say?”
As she lowered her voice, Ellie leaned in so close that you could feel the warmth in her breath and smell the liquor she had downed ten minutes ago.
“I think you already know what I’m trying to say, princess.”
For a moment, you were stunned, heat rising in your cheeks at the proximity.
Was she seriously trying to imply that you two should kiss in an attempt to get back at Cat and Abby?
As appealing as it sounded to rile Abby up and make her jealous, the idea of kissing Ellie sounded fucking insane to you. She might've comforted you after your break up yesterday, and the two of you might be currently bonding over your exes getting together in a fling that nobody could have ever predicted—but none of that made you forget the years of resentment that had festered between you both until this week.
Besides, she was still a stoned out loser. What would people think of you if they saw you kiss her?
Breaking out of the trance you were in, you shook your head, pushing her off of you, “C’mon, Ellie. That’s fucking crazy and you know it.”
She just shrugged in response, “Maybe, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't do it anyways."
"If you change your mind, I'll still be here," she practically breathed into your ear, “Just saying, it would really piss Abby off.”
It was true, Abby hated Ellie as much as you did. Well, nearly as much as you did. Ellie made you want to fucking rip your hair out of your scalp and strangle her with it. Well, at least she used to. Everything seemed to be confusing lately.
You brushed Ellie off and made your way through the crowd, finding Leah and Jordan by a wall, cuddling up and laughing. The love that radiated off of them mocked you in your post-breakup state, reminding you of Abby and enraging you all over again.
You stomped up to the couple, “Jordan, why the fuck did you invite Abby?”
“Wait, she’s here?” Leah said, beginning to glance over the crowd.
“I’m so confused,” Jordan said, “Isn’t she your girlfriend? I thought you would want her to be here.”
You rolled your eyes, “Look at what she’s doing right now.”
Jordan scanned the crowd and gasped when he saw Abby, “Is she making out with another girl?”
“Yes,” you groaned, “We’re not together anymore because she’s a fucking cheater.”
As you began to turn away, Leah tugged on your forearm, pulling you back.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, “I should’ve told him not to invite her, I had no idea she would even come.”
“It’s okay, Leah. Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing we can do about it now. I’m just pissed.”
Pulling away from her, you continued walking towards the bar.
You downed a cup of suspicious fruit punch and mentally prayed to God that it wasn’t laced with anything other than cheap liquor.
With the bitter taste of alcohol settling in your throat, you leaned back against the wall, your eyes scrutinizing the room of partiers once more.
Sure enough, Abby and Cat were still there in the center of the room, grinding and kissing on one other.
You thought you were fine. You thought you could handle it. Not everything is meant to last and people grow apart and all that other bullshit about letting go.
But then you saw Abby’s hands slide over Cat’s body.
Abby’s fingertips caressed the sensitive muscle of Cat’s abdomen, making her gasp and look back at your ex-girlfriend, the two closing the gap with a messy kiss.
How fucking dare she.
It broke you to see Abby touch another girl with the same hands, the same intensity, the same purpose that she had touched your body with only a week prior.
That was your final straw.
With liquid courage burning through your veins, you thought back to Ellie’s proposition.
Without giving yourself a chance to have second thoughts, you pushed through the crowd.
Sure enough, she was still there in the party, just as she said she would be, now talking to a few other losers that you (quite honestly) didn’t care enough to learn the names of.
All you had to do was call out her name once, and she turned back towards you, your gaze meeting hers immediately.
If you were going to back down, this was your final chance to do so.
But you didn’t back down.
Instead, you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her into a warm kiss.
Ellie responded to you immediately, pressing your body into hers through her hold on your hips.
After a few seconds, you were the first to pull away from the kiss, gasping for air. Ellie didn’t seem satisfied with that, though, soon pulling you back in for more, this time much more confident and intense as you both grew more familiar with the other’s body.
Ellie licked across your bottom lip as a request for entrance, to which you accepted, allowing her to deepen the kiss.
Once you both had no other choice but to break away for air, you still held Ellie close, resting your head against her shoulder as you attempted to recollect yourself.
As the adrenaline crash hit you, you began to undergo the full consequences of the shots you took at Dina’s house in combination with whatever shit was in those red solo cups.
Everything sounded like it was underwater. You couldn’t even see the crowds of your peers staring and whispering as everything blurred together in your vision.
Each light was blinding. Each noise was deafening.
Your stomach turned like it was working against its natural movement, trying to force out something you desperately did not want to come out right now.
You leaned against Ellie to prevent yourself from falling over as your limbs shook they would soon stop working entirely.
“Ellie, I don’t feel so good.” you muttered into her ear. “Can you take me home?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just hold on to me.” Ellie agreed, her voice still breathy from the kiss.
She guided you out of the party with her hand on the small of your back. You knew people were talking about you, but you were too dazed from the kiss and your inebriation to care.
Once outside, Ellie unlocked her car and helped you into the passenger seat before walking around and climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Ellieeee?” you drawled out her name.
“Yeah?” she turned towards you, genuine concern in her eyes, “Do you need anything?”
“Can I have your jacket? ‘M so cold.”
Ellie threw her jacket into your lap before turning on the car.
You pulled the leather over your shoulders, immediately finding comfort in the scent of smoke and musky cologne that radiated off her jacket.
Fortunately, Ellie remembered your address from taking you home yesterday, so it didn’t take long for the two of you to take off after settling into the car.
After Ellie started driving, you quickly accustomed to the gentle hum of the car beating against the road, finding comfort in it's rhythm.
Hearing your phone blow up with notifications, you clumsily unlocked your phone. Seeing that all the texts came from your group chat with Dina and Leah, you tapped on your screen to read what they were saying.
In your drunken state, the blue and white hazes from your phone all blended into one, forcing you to have to squint your eyes to make out what the texts said.
leah baby - 11:32 PM
"lol tell me why i just saw cat and abby walking out the party"
"they seemed like they were fighting too"
wifey dina <3 - 11:35 PM
“y/n.”
"where the fuck are you?"
leah baby - 11:36 PM
“omg”
"y/n, why are people saying that you and ellie kissed?"
"What are you looking at?" Ellie asked.”
"Oh, my friends are just texting me."
You moved to reply to your concerned friends, but your fingers felt like jelly. Despite it feeling almost impossible to type back a coherent response, you carried through.
you - 11:38 PM
"m oksy guys"
"ellie s takinf me homd"
You shut your phone off and relaxed into your seat, resting your head against the window as you watched Ellie drive, her brow furrowed in focus.
After a minute or two, you finally decided to break the silence, “Ellie?”
“Mhm?” She met your gaze momentarily before returning her eyes to the road.
“What actually happened between you and Cat?” You thought back to your conversation with Leah yesterday, giggling at the absurdity of her story, “Leah said that she cheated on you with some old man and you stole her car or some shit.”
“That did not happen,” Ellie sounded a bit defensive at first, but couldn’t help the smile that adorned her face upon hearing the gentle melody of your soft laughter.
“Then what did happen?” You asked, looking up at her with big doe eyes from your slouched sitting position.
Ellie sighed, "Well, I met her in this art class I was taking sophomore year. I thought she was really cool... and pretty," Ellie let out a short, breathy laughter as she recalled what was now just a distant memory to her. "We had a lot in common, too, so we became friends pretty quickly."
"One day we were chilling in her car listening to Pierce the Veil or whatever shit was on our playlist," Ellie paused like it still hurt her to remember, "Then she leaned in and kissed me."
"Then what happened?" You asked, fully engaged.
"Well, we started dating—and at first it was good, like really good. I mean, she was my first girlfriend since middle school, so it wasn't like I had a lot to compare it to, but still."
Ellie bit her lip for a moment, lost in thought, "Then, I guess she got tired of me. 'Said I was getting too clingy or something, started acting distant... then she cut things off."
"I'm so sorry, Ellie," you said softly, fully sympathizing with her and relating to what she went through through your own break up.
She shook her head, "It's fine. I'm over it now; it just hurts to think about."
You leaned in and placed your hand on her forearm, rubbing circles into her skin in an attempt to comfort her, "Still, nobody deserves to be treated like that."
Your heart felt like it was being squeezed a little as you witnessed the soft smile that graced on Ellie's face. It may have been there for just a second, but that was enough for you.
Ellie cleared her throat as the car came to a stop, "We're here."
You looked out the window and, truth be told, there stood your family's house illuminated under the pale moonlight.
Ellie got out the car and walked over to your side, opening the door for you and helping you get out while holding your hand.
Still inebriated, you had to lean onto Ellie as you walked up towards your house.
"Fuck, Ellie," you giggled, "I left my keys on my nightstand. I'm gonna have to crawl through my window."
Ellie laughed at you, "Are you fucking serious? How do you forget your keys?"
"Oh my God, shut up!" you laughed along with Ellie. "Dina was rushing me out the door, okay?"
"Okay, but now seriously how the fuck are we going to get up to your window?"
"Chill out, I live on the first floor. It's right there."
Once reaching the outside of your bedroom, you leaned against the vinyl panels of your house while staring at the flexing of Ellie's muscles as she pushed open your window.
You climbed through the window first, landing on the floor with a thud due to your drunken lack of coordination.
Ellie followed, climbing into your bedroom next.
"Ellie, what are you doing?" you asked, not expecting her to actually come in.
She fidgeted with her hands, suddenly a bit shy, "I just wanted to make sure that you were going to be okay before I left."
Upon seeing you struggle to get your heels off, Ellie kneeled down and helped you unfasten all the straps, tossing the shoes into a corner of your room once complete.
Stumbling over to your dresser, you pulled out a change of clothes so you could finally get out of your itchy bra and tight clothes.
"Ellie, can you please turn around while I change?" you asked.
"Oh, right—sure! I mean, yeah, of course I can," she spun around, cheeks flushed completely red. You thought it was adorable how easy it was to make her nervous and get her wrapped around your finger.
Sometimes Ellie could seem so tough, her confidence radiating in a way that appeared so effortless to those around her. Underneath her sharp tongue and edgy demeanor, though, she was just an awkward girl that got shy when you went soft on her.
Once slipping out of your party outfit and throwing on the Fleetwood Mac shirt you religiously wore to bed once a week and a striped pair of pajama pants, you told Ellie she could look again.
The alcohol debilitated your senses once more as you stumbled on your way towards your bed, making Ellie rush over and hold your waist as she helped you climb into your sheets.
As you let the comforting familiarity of your mattress embrace you whole, you realized how fucking tired you actually were.
“How about we exchange numbers?” she asked, “That way you can text me if you need anything.”
“Mmmm,” you groaned in exhaustion. “I don’t wanna get up, I’ll just tell you mine.”
You recited your phone number out to her as she diligently tapped it into her phone to save it.
“Ellie?” you called out to her, your voice low and soft as you were actively trying and failing to fight off sleep.
“Yes?”
“I think you’re really sweet.” you confessed.
“Thanks,” her face turned red from your flattery, “I think you’re really drunk right now.”
You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to sleep, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Of course, it’s the right thing to do.”
Before climbing out your window to return to her car, Ellie took a minute to admire you in your unconscious state. She truly believed you looked beautiful like this, curling into yourself as you buried your head deeper into your pillow. You looked more than precious with your soft lashes pressed gently against each other and your pouty lips agape. Ellie wondered if this is what angels looked like in flesh.
She shook her head, breaking herself out of her thoughts. No, she couldn’t think of you in that way.
She forced herself to rip her gaze away from you and instead head back into the night. Regardless, no matter how much she tried to tell herself that any proximity between the two of you was strictly a product of random circumstance and a desire for vengeance, the gross pink thing beating between her ribs argued otherwise.
You woke up the next day with a pounding headache that never ceased, a sour taste in your mouth, and a hot sweat that made your clothes stick to your skin. You covered your eyes with your hands in an attempt to hide from the sun, whose blinding light left black and blue dots permeating your vision.
Groaning, you pulled your phone off your nightstand.
The time on it read 1:52 PM. You didn't think you stayed at the party for that long, so you must have just been so tired after the week you had that you slept for over twelve hours.
The time wasn't what shocked you the most, though. In fact, the part that made your heart sink was the amount of texts that had blown up your inbox over night.
wifey dina <3 - 11:39 PM
“you're in a car with ellie?"
"are you fucking serious, y/n?"
leah baby - 11:42 PM
“holy shit”
"so you actually kissed ellie?"
"wait, but i thought u guys hated each other?"
wifey dina <3 - 11:44 PM
“they do."
"i don't know what she was thinking."
abigail. (cheating asshole) (DO NOT CALL) - 12:05 AM
“what the fuck”
"did you seriously make out with ellie?"
"in front of everybody?"
"are you insane?"
"out of all the fucking people you kiss ellie?"
leah baby sent an attachment - 1:03 AM
leah baby - 1:03 AM
“someone posted a photo of you two kissing on their story”
(###)-###-#### - 8:22 AM
“hey, it’s ellie”
"text me when ur awake"
You threw your phone across the room and rolled onto your side, placing your palms against your forehead as you groaned deep enough that it echoed across your bedroom walls.
What the fuck did you get yourself into?
a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed!!!! lmk if you want a part two. ngl i already started writing it so i hope you guys want it. lmk if you wanna be tagged!! 😝😝
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im thinking about gf!ellie surprising u while ure sleeping and she crawls in next to you and wipes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead until you wake up… and she just babies you and holds you and and and
(so izzie . u know i was very happy to receive this ask. u cooked twin :3)
it starts with a double take. she got home from patrol and checked on you like usual, saw u were asleep, and tried to go ahead with getting herself comfortable again — but she finds herself glancing back immediately, as if the sight of ur lashes fanning across ur cheeks took her hostage. she's so whipped she sits over you n stares for an unacceptable amount of time, grateful you aren't conscious to witness it. she almost doesn't wanna touch you in case you wake, and she ruins it :( but she can't help it.
so she warms up her hands a little first, because she'd be murdered if she woke u up with freezing ass hands on you!!! and then she cradles ur cheek, the calloused pad of her thumb swiping over ur bottom lip. she bites her own very lightly, feeling her cheeks start to burn, bc what the fuck do you mean this is her gf? she somehow pulled this? the cuteness aggression begins (and i do believe ellie would suffer from cuteness aggression big time! she's gotta squeeze and kiss and bite everywhere bc you're so cute!) .
kisses everywhereeee. on ur forehead, ur cheeks, the tip of ur nose, ur lips, eyebrows, gosh, she'd kiss every individual eyelash if she could. that's how u wake up, being treated to a barrage of hungry kisses all over your face, and when she realises you're awake she pulls away to apologise — but that only exaggerates the look on her face, how large her pupils are just looking at ur sleepy, dazed face.
"hi baby!" she chuckles a little, even more so at your confused, "hi," back. the affectionate attack continues, with ellie laying down next to you and pulling u into her arms. "you sleep good?"
u nod, face squished up against her chest. the rest of the afternoon is spent just like that, remaining so sleepy and comforted by ellie's love. her hand never ceases its circular motions on the small of ur back, and she just keeps on peppering kisses over ur forehead and mumbling about how pretty u are <3 it's this vicious cycle — cuddles, compliments, kisses, even little love bites -> u becoming shyer as a result -> her finding that so adorable that she can't stop! ughhhhhhh ellie ellie ellie ellie ellie . . . bite me
A/N: hi guys! i am still alive and well, dont worry. i had some life ending exams and i still am not done with them. so if yu never hear from me again i got murdered by education. anyway. i will be more free and done with them fully by the end of the first half of june. so wait for me for a bit. i heard you all. i received crazy amounts of asks about boyfriend part two. so here it is. i hope you like it. as always, i have not reread it. because i am pretty sure that if i did, i would not like the plot. so deal with it.
You don’t text Ellie for nine days.
Not because you don’t want to. You type out messages at 2 a.m., delete them, type them again, then throw your phone across the room like it’s personally betraying you. The bag she sold you sits in the back of your desk drawer like evidence. Every time you look at it you remember the purple glow on her ceiling, the way her shoulder felt against yours, solid and warm through two layers of fabric, and the casual way she said “you’re just gay” like it was the weather.
Your boyfriend, Jake, is still perfect on paper. He brings you oat milk lattes before your 8 a.m. lectures, kisses your temple when you’re stressed, asks about your stats grade like he actually cares. You kiss him back and feel… nothing. Not disgust. Just flatline. Like kissing a very nice pillow.
So when the second Friday after That Night rolls around and your roommate is out at some frat thing, you smoke way too much alone in your dorm. You’re not even sure why. One hit turns into four, turns into coughing so hard you see stars, turns into lying on your back staring at the popcorn ceiling while your thoughts scream.
Everything feels too loud. The way your skin prickles under your clothes. The memory of Ellie’s freckles. The fact that you googled “how to know if you’re a lesbian” at 3 a.m. last Tuesday and then immediately cleared your search history like the FBI was watching. You’re high as hell and suddenly the walls are closing in and the only person who knows the ugly crying version of you is Ellie Williams, weed dealer and apparent part-time gay crisis counselor.
You pull on a hoodie over your sleep shirt (some oversized thing Jake left here) and shove your feet into sneakers without socks. Your hair is a mess. You don’t care. You text her before you can chicken out.
you: hey it’s cass’s friend. the one who cried in your living room. you around?
The reply comes faster than you expect.
ellie: yeah. door’s open if you’re quick
You almost laugh. Almost.
The walk to her duplex feels longer this time. The air is colder, late October biting through your hoodie. Your hands shake in your pockets the whole way. When you get there the door is cracked open like she said, warm light spilling out onto the porch. You knock anyway, polite to a fault even when you’re disintegrating.
Ellie appears in the doorway wearing the same faded black t-shirt as last time, or maybe a different one. They all look the same. Her hair’s messier, like she’s been running her hands through it. She’s got a joint already burning between her fingers.
“You look fucked up,” she says, not unkindly.
“I am,” you admit.
She steps aside without another word.
Inside it’s the same purple LED glow, but the coffee table has more chaos now—empty energy drink cans, a sketchbook open to some half-finished drawing of a moth, a controller on the floor. The couch has a blanket thrown over it like she was napping there. It smells like weed and the faint piney soap she probably uses.
You hover in the middle of the room like an idiot.
Ellie drops back onto the couch and looks up at you, one eyebrow raised. “You here for more weed or another emotional breakdown? Because I charge double for therapy.”
“Both?” Your voice cracks. You laugh at how stupid you sound, but it comes out shaky.
She studies you for a second, that same assessing look from last time. Then she shrugs. “Whatever, man. Sit.”
You sit. Too close maybe. Your thigh almost touches hers. She doesn’t move away.
She passes you the joint without asking. You take it, fingers brushing hers, and this time you don’t cough as hard. The smoke curls in your lungs and spreads out like warm syrup. The high you already had doubles, triples. Your body sinks heavier into the cushions.
For a while it’s quiet. Just the low hum of whatever indie rock playlist she has going and the occasional car passing outside.
Then you start talking.
“I keep thinking about what you said,” you murmur, staring at the ceiling. “That I’m just gay. I can’t stop thinking about it. I tried to… I don’t know. Unthink it. But then Jake kissed me yesterday and I felt like I was cheating on someone I haven’t even met yet.”
Ellie exhales smoke through her nose. “Damn. A tale as old as time.”
“Yeah. Damn.” You take another hit. Your head is swimming. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here. You’re basically a stranger. But you’re also the only… person like me that I know. And I’m so fucking high right now.”
She chuckles softly. “I can tell.”
You turn your head to look at her. She’s already watching you. The purple light catches in her eyes, makes the green look almost unreal. Her freckles stand out more up close. You count them without meaning to. One near the corner of her mouth. Another on her eyelid.
“You’re really pretty,” you blurt.
Ellie blinks. Then she laughs, surprised. “Okay, you’re really high.”
“I mean it.” Your face burns but you can’t stop. “I noticed last time but I was crying too much to say it. You have nice hands. And your arms look like you could… I don’t know. Carry stuff. Heavy stuff.”
She rubs a hand over her face, smirking. “Jesus Christ.”
“Sorry. I’m being so weird.”
“You’re not.” She pauses. “Well. You are. But it’s fine.”
The silence stretches again, but it’s different now. Thicker. Charged. Your heart is hammering so loud you’re sure she can hear it. The high makes everything feel immediate, every nerve ending awake. You’re aware of the way your hoodie rides up on your stomach, the brush of your bare thigh against the couch, the way Ellie’s knee is only inches from yours.
“I’ve never kissed a girl,” you whisper.
Ellie goes still.
You keep going because the words won’t stop. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. Like… way too much. In class. In the library. When Jake’s asleep next to me. I feel disgusting about it but I can’t stop.”
She turns toward you fully now. Her expression is unreadable, that casual “whatever man” mask cracking just a little. “You’re playing with fire coming here like this, you know that?”
“I know.” Your voice is barely audible. “I just… I needed to tell someone. And you’re here. And you’re… you.”
Ellie stares at you for a long moment. Then she mutters, “Fuck it,” under her breath.
She leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. You don’t.
The first touch of her lips is soft. Tentative. Nothing like Jake’s confident, practiced kisses. Ellie’s mouth is warm and a little chapped and tastes like weed and the cherry chapstick she must use. Your brain short-circuits. You make a small, embarrassing sound in the back of your throat.
She pulls back an inch. “Still okay?”
You answer by kissing her again, clumsier this time, more eager. Your noses bump. She laughs quietly against your mouth and tilts her head, guiding you. One of her hands comes up to rest lightly on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. The other stays on the couch between you like she’s trying to keep some control.
It’s silly. You’re both a little too high, a little too awkward. Your teeth click once. You don’t know where to put your hands so you settle for gripping the front of her t-shirt like it’s a lifeline. She tastes new. Different. Better. The realization hits you like a truck: this is what it’s supposed to feel like. This spark, this melting warmth low in your stomach, the way your skin feels electric where she touches you.
Ellie makes a low sound when you press closer, half sigh, half something else. She deepens the kiss, tongue brushing yours shyly at first, then bolder. You melt into it. Your brain is full of static and stars and the smell of her, smoke and soap and something uniquely Ellie.
When you finally break apart you’re both breathing hard. Your lips feel swollen. Her eyes are darker, pupils blown wide from the high and something else.
“Shit,” she mutters, resting her forehead against yours.
“Yeah,” you agree, voice shaky. A giggle bubbles up out of nowhere. “That was… I just kissed a girl.”
Ellie grins, crooked and real. “You did. How was it?”
“Terrifying.” You laugh again, the sound giddy and loose. “Really good. Can we do it again?”
She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling. “You’re being greedy.”
You kiss her again before she can say anything else. This time it’s slower, more exploratory. You map the shape of her mouth, the little scar on her bottom lip you hadn’t noticed before. Her hand slides into your hair, fingers tangling gently. When she tugs just right you shiver so hard she notices.
“Easy,” she murmurs against your lips. “We’re not doing anything crazy tonight. You’re still figuring shit out.”
“I know.” You kiss the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then the freckles on her nose because you can. “I just… I needed this. Needed to know what it felt like.”
Ellie lets you. She even tilts her head so you can reach more of her face. You end up half in her lap somehow, hoodie unzipped, her hands resting respectfully on your waist over your shirt. You kiss until your lips are numb and your jaw aches and the high starts to level out into something softer, warmer. Every so often one of you pulls back and you just look at each other, breathing the same air.
At some point you end up lying down, your head on her chest, her arm around your shoulders. The couch is too small for both of you but neither of you moves. Her heartbeat is steady under your ear.
“You’re gonna have to deal with your boyfriend situation,” she says quietly after a while, fingers tracing slow circles on your arm.
“I know.” The words feel heavy but not as terrifying as before. “Not tonight though.”
“Not tonight,” she agrees.
You tilt your head up to look at her. “Can I come back? Even if it’s just to… talk. Or this. Whatever this is.”
Ellie looks down at you, her expression uncharacteristically soft. “Yeah. You can come back.”
You smile and hide your face in her shirt. She smells like home in a way nothing else ever has. Nothing is solved. But for the first time, curled against Ellie Williams on her worn-out couch with the taste of her still on your lips, the future doesn’t feel like a trap.
It feels like a question you’re finally brave enough to ask.
synopsis: you're making your way back to your apartment with your girlfriend, abby, when you notice your mom has paid you an unforseen visit.
cw: hurt/comfort, talks of homophobia, bad parent-child relationship, tinge of religious guilt, internalized homophobia
an/: sorry ig...🤠 just been in one of those closet lesbian moods, yk how it goes. also ik this song is ab grief but it lowkey fits here, too.
tags: @pomm3verte
Hiding was mever something you ever enjoyed. Not in games. Never in reality. Yet it had become such a fundamental part of your life up til this point. Hiding away your interests at the risk of being "found out". Hiding what you truly felt about things so as to not "make a scene".
By far, the hardest thing to have to hide, was your feelings for a one Abby Anderson.
From the moment you met her, with her soft smile and reluctant presence, you knew you could come to love her. And it reigned true, Abby and your relationship having been going steady for the past 3 years.
You were hesitant at first to pursue her, knowing that where you stood at the time, you couldn't promise her an open and confident love. A love where you could be all you wanted to be and do what you wanted to do in public. You were already miserable in this lifestyle. You couldn't imagine subjecting her to the same torture.
Luckily for you— unfortunately, for the cause— Abby was more than okay with just being your best friend in shared company and your girlfriend when it was just you two. In turn, her support and confidence in your relationship gradually made you open yourself up more, feeling yourself getting more receptive to the idea of coming out.
Plus, the town you moved to was known for being one of the better ones in terms of progression, so it was a massive win for you guys. Kissing in public was still something you'd be cautious about, but it wasn't a larger than life obstacle to overcome anymore.
Regardless of the newfound freedom you'd found in your new home and life with Abby, one thing you'd always been regretful about was never being able to formally introduce her as your partner to your parents. Sure, they'd heard of her in the time you still lived at home, a few years prior to you two making it official. But they would never know the true nature of your relationship.
Not until, today.
"You're such a hornball, Abby!" you squealed as she opened the passenger door of her car for you to exit.
"I might be," she replied, leaning in close, "But don't pretend you aren't excited to find out what I have planned for you later," she finished, kissing you deeply on the lips.
Normally, you'd be opposed to being so intimate outside closed doors, but your neighbours were pretty much used to it. Anyone walking in and out of the lobby had probably seen you both, many a time before.
"Stooop, the ice-cream's melting. We have to get inside," you "protested", not quite pulling away from her.
You made your way to the elevator where Abby immediately couldn't keep her hands— well, lips, since she insisted on holding the grocery bags— off of you.
You giggled at every touch, dragging out her name in response, "At least wait till we get inside," you tried.
"I don't see you complaining," she planted another kiss on your neck, watching your eyes flutter closed because, yes, you in fact weren't complaining.
When you made it to your apartment floor, you two all but ran to the door, fumbling with the keys to try getting inside as fast as possible so you could do all the things you couldn't do amongst general public.
"Hurry up babe," she whined, kissing on you from behind.
Your hands trembled with excitement, "I'm trying!"
As soon as the lock clicked, you pushed the door open, letting Abby in first. You watched as she dropped the bags to the floor and, without another thought, pulled you into her embrace.
"Someone's eager today," you teased, twirling you guys around so her back was to the door.
She looked down at you, letting your foreheads touch, "I just love you, is all."
You rose to your tipped toes, wrapping your arms around her neck, kissing her lovingly, when you heard a shift and felt Abby tense. Opening your eyes, you found her looking past you, so naturally, you turned to see what the problem was. Maybe Cheese, your cat, had made a mess again. What you hadn't expected to see was your mother, stood in the living room, staring at the two of you.
Your blood ran cold as the keys fell from your, now weak, hands.
She wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to know.
Words betrayed you as you just stared right back at her, mouth agape. By the time your brain caught up to you, she had already left, slamming the door on her way out.
"Babe?" Abby tried, feeling the way your frozen frame started to tremble.
"Oh god," you blinked, realising what just happened. A broken sob left your mouth as you exhaled harshly, "Oh god.."
You broke down right then and there, Abby immediately catching you before your legs gave out, whispering consolations in your ear.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she tried calming down your now hyperventilating self to no avail.
"She-" you tried in between breaths and cries, "She saw. She knows, she-" You knees grew weak at the situation.
Abby promptly led you to the couch where she dared not leave your side. You continued sobbing into her chest, as she rubbed your back and cradled your head. "I know baby, I know. But it'll all work out eventua-"
That caught your attention, "No the fuck it won't?" you responded slightly pulling away from her, roughly wiping the nonstop tears flowing down your face.
"How is this supposed to work out, Abby?" You sniffled, looking at her confused and angry.
"Honey, I-"
"She's gonna hate me now, you know that right?" You raised your voice, becoming increasingly irritated at the notion of things "working out". "She's never gonna speak to me again, she's gonna tell my whole family to never speak to be again. My dad...he's- he's gonna fucking hate me now," you cried.
And maybe it was what you needed to hear, but it didn't help in the moment.
"If they truly can't accept this part of you, then it's their loss. They don't deserve you, sweetpea."
It hurt. It hurt to hear her be so right when all you felt was just all sorts of wrong. It felt wrong to be okay with losing out on family. It felt wrong to be angry.
It felt wrong to be like this.
You knew what the reaction would be. You knew the outcome. Yet you still chose this life that you've come to resent in this very moment.
"Hey," your girlfriend pulled you out of your thoughts, "Don't spiral on me here. What're you thinking, huh?"
You didn't even know what to say.
I'm thinking that I shouldn't be with you. I'm thinking being a lesbian is a bad decision i made, and I should go back to the way God wanted me to be.
It was awful to be thrown back into those patterns. All from one stupid little house visit.
"Why was she even here?" You settled for, "She doesn't come over unannounced. And she doesn't have a key as far as i'm concerned." All valid questions you had now that you'd calmed your breathing and signigucantly reduced your sniffles.
Abby continued holding you close as you muttered questions of your mom's sudden appearance to yourself, driving yourself crazy trying to work out the logistucs of everything.
"Hey, hey," She tried, "For now it doesn't matter how she got in, okay? For right now, you just need to breathe."
You reluctantly obliged, taking deep breaths mirroring your girlfriend's demostrations.
Trying to relax right that moment felt anything but productive. Even though you knew that the rest of your family finding out was inevitable and quite frankly, wasn't gonna make you any less gay, it still felt like your mom was a ticking time bomb.
Like, maybe if you just got to her before she could get the chance to tell anyone else, you'd have a chance to salvage your relationship. But that was wrong, of course.
You recalled being a child watching an episode of 'Say Yes to the Dress' on TLC featuring a lesbian couple.
"Hah, if one of my children ever said they were a lesbian i'd kill them," You remembered your mom saying with a wide smile as the whole family laughed.
All those little moments over the years where it was more than clear where everyone stood on the matter, came back to you. Disgusting. Wrong. Ungodly.
Yet somewhere deep down, you hoped it could all be reversed.
You knew that wasn't true. It never would be. It was just wishful thinking; the dregs of your love for your mother—your family— clouding your judgment.
They'd never love you the same. And that was just something you had to live with.
"It's all over, Abby." You sobbed into her chest for the third time that evening, the reality of the situation washing over you, your chest rattling against Abby's strong hold as your cries grew.
"It's okay, let it all out," she padded at your back, shedding a few tears of her own.
"Listen to me, okay baby?" she spoke into your hair, "None of this is your fault, okay? You don't need to feel guilty for any of this. And you sure as hell don't need to apologize to them. If anything, they owe you an apology for showing you just how conditional their love was."
It was as if she'd read your mind. It was, though, because you'd both talked about this scenario many times before. How you would react, how you'd move forward, your thoughts on how you'd try to mend things if you were to ever try. Never did you think it'd actually be coming true.
"I'm so sorry it had to turn out this way. You deserve so much better, and so much more than they've ever given you. I know it won't be the sam, but you know my folks are always there to support you. I'm always gonna be here for you." she assured, stroking your hair, "And one day, in time, things'll be better. For now.. it's okay to hurt. I know this really sucks, but just remember, nothing is wrong with you. You weren't made wrong, you aren't being sinful. You just..are. And you're beautiful. All of you."
With her words and sincerity, your heart melted like the long forgotten tub of ice cream left by the door.
😬hope that was okay..... uhhh, yeah. thanks for reading, and for everyone being so patient, i literally didn't know how to write the comfort parts cus that's such a foreign concept to me especially for a situation like this lol, but I got it done.. somewhat. i think.
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ only MDNI, angst, hurt/comfort, no use of y/n, established relationship, horror elements, descriptions of bones breaking/snapping, blood, kissing, scenting, abby’s boobies.
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 7.2k
𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: holy shit it’s done! this really was a labor of love because I wanted to give up on it many, many times over the past week. but I really need to thank @justanotherabbystan for brainstorming and helping me work through the parts of this fic that made me want to rip my hair out. so I’m dedicating this one to you lana <3
p.s. I also want to further expand on this au with blurbs and headcanons and some other one-shots to show abby’s shifts, her regaining her control and the progression of their relationship. but I hope you all enjoy this one xx.
An empty bed.
That’s the first thing you’re aware of when you begin to stir, your palm reaching out across the mattress in search of the steady, familiar warmth you’ve come to expect. But you find nothing, just an empty space right where Abby should be.
The sheets are still warm and for a moment you just lay there, waiting for any indication that she’s still here. The soft thud of her boots, the tug of a zipper, a muffled sniffle but you’re only met with resounding silence. Your eyes flutter open, the dimly lit room slowly coming back into focus.
“Abby?” you murmur around a yawn.
No answer.
You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you glance around your shared space. It looks the same as you left it a few hours ago, nothing amiss besides her presence. Moonlight spills through the slits in your curtains, the clock on your bedside table showing just after midnight. Your gaze drifts over to her side of the bed, and a feeling of dread instantly washes over you.
The sheets are ruined, a series of long slashes tearing deeply into the mattress beneath. You trace a finger over them and your heart thuds erratically because you swear they look like claw marks. But the stains of crimson that litter the shredded fabric has bile suddenly rising up your throat.
Abby’s hurt. She came back from patrol like this and didn’t say anything.
Damn her and her stubborn pride.
You spring from the bed in an instant, suddenly wide awake as you reach to pull on whatever clothes are closest. You nearly stumble as you pull a pair of worn sweats over your bare legs and frantically shove your feet inside your boots, gripping onto the back of a chair for support.
Your fingers grasp onto the rough collar of Abby’s jacket slung over the back of the chair, her pack resting untouched on the floor beside it. That feeling of dread coils tighter in your stomach when you notice her gun is amongst the belongings, tucked safely inside its holster. That’s how you know something is very wrong.
Abby Anderson is a force to be reckoned with, one of the strongest soldiers in the WLF’s ranks but she’s not invincible. Nor was she stupid enough to go off on her own, completely unarmed and injured. So what would have pushed her to that point, where she would leave without even saying goodbye?
Something tightens in your chest when you think back on when she slipped into bed with you just a few hours earlier, the movement stirring you enough from your sleepy haze to reach out for her. You felt her stiffen beneath your gentle touch, heard the harsh intake of breath before she carefully guided your hand up to rest on her shoulder.
“S’everything okay?” you ask, blinking up at her.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” she’d said, pressing a kiss to your brow before pulling you closer. “Just a little sore, I’ll be fine.”
Deep down, you knew it was more than that.
But you’d been too tired to argue, and now you really wish you had.
You reach for her jacket, slipping your arms through the too long sleeves and snatching up the firearm to tuck it inside the innermost pocket. The scent of peppermint and pine wraps around you, but it does little to soothe you as you rush out of the room.
The stadium is quieter this time of night, only a few stray soldiers milling about. On any other occasion you’d find it sort of peaceful, but now the hum of the overhead lights only seems to set your nerves alight. Every instinct inside you is telling you to run, to move faster—she needs you.
But you keep your pace steady, your breathing even, a mask of complete calm. The last thing you need is to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So you let your feet guide you further down the winding halls, already knowing the way. There’s an unused maintenance tunnel hidden beneath the stadium, leading well past the high walls and watchful eyes of the WLF.
Abby had shown it to you months ago, the first time the two of you had snuck out to the aquarium. She’d found it by complete accident, late one night when sleep had continued to evade her. She’d said it was yours, a discreet way out in case the two of you ever needed it…and it was clear tonight that you did.
You give one quick glance behind you to ensure you’re still alone before you throw open the door and duck into the empty stairwell. Your heart thumps unevenly as you race down the steps, no longer caring how loudly your footsteps echo up the stairwell. The sound follows behind you, rivaling each heavy thud of your heart. But you don’t stop until you finally reach the landing, throwing open the basement door and stumbling into the dimly lit hallway.
The smell hits you immediately, the air thick with the scent of rust, mildew and something metallic that clings to the back of your throat. The lights above you flicker with each step you take, offering brief flashes of the path ahead before you’re bathed in darkness again. It’s so much eerier than you remember, all of your senses heightening as you trudge forward.
The exposed pipes above you hiss and groan every so often, which only adds to your feeling of unease. You’ve never been down here on your own before, so used to the comfort and safety that Abby’s presence always provided. But now you find yourself jumping at every shadow, unable to discern what’s real from the horrors your mind continues to conjure up.
Something suddenly scurries across your feet, causing your breath to punch out in a sharp gasp as you slam back against the opposite wall. But the sight of the small, harmless mouse has a startled laugh bubbling past your lips.
Pull yourself together, you scold yourself. You’re no use to her in this state.
So you take a deep breath and keep moving, forcing down the fear that threatens to consume you whole, until it’s just a dull ache beneath your ribs.
You’re nearing the end of the hall now, where the corridor splits off in two different directions. Your eyes linger on the faded arrows, the words above labeled Maintenance Access and the other Storage.
That’s when you notice it, a smear of crimson across the wall.
The panic slams back into you like a freight train, because it’s fresh, still wet enough to catch in the muted light. Abby had just been through here, but you don’t find any comfort in that sudden revelation. Your feet carry you faster down the hall now, your boots sloshing wetly against the cracked cement.
But as you round the corner you discover it’s not just one small smudge, she’s left a bloody trail.
The marks drag unevenly along the wall, the color looking unnaturally bright against the pale brick. You follow them further down the corridor until the trail abruptly ends, not far from the entrance to the maintenance tunnel. But your eyes linger there for a moment, on the scattered, bloody palm prints that have smeared in some places where her hands must have slipped, like she was struggling to even hold herself upright.
“Goddamnit, Abigail…” you hush under your breath, turning your gaze back to the door.
The sight of it makes your heart stop.
The rusted door—hinges and all have been crushed, dented inward like someone had taken a battering ram to it. The handle is missing, torn clean off as the edges of the door curl in on itself like something pried it open. Nausea stirs in the pit of your stomach as you take a step closer to further inspect the damage and discover a near perfect indent of a shoulder in the metal.
And your thoughts can’t help but drift through the early signs of infection you were taught to recognize: extreme aggression, unnatural strength, the complete loss of control…
But you immediately shove the thought aside before it can take root. There’s no way it could be true.
Then why would she leave you like that? A small voice in the back of your mind sneers.
Releasing a harsh breath, you step forward, reaching for the curled edge and pulling. The metal groans in protest, scraping against the cement floor but it opens a little wider for you to be able to squeeze inside. But as you slip through the narrow gap, the metal catches on the sleeve of your jacket and pulls some of the threads loose. You curse softly, but keep moving until the darkness of the tunnel swallows you whole.
The air feels different here, hollow and cold. The corridor seems smaller, emptier than you remember and even as your eyes slowly start to adjust, that feeling doesn't relent. Instead it presses down on you, like the walls themselves are closing in now that there’s no one to shield you from the dark. The panic threatens to bring you to your knees but you swallow it down, reaching out a hand, allowing your fingers to drift along the cold cement and letting it guide you.
Despite the lingering darkness, you can still picture her here. Walking just a step ahead of you, pulling you down the narrow tunnel, her fingers tangled with yours like she never planned on letting you go. The not so subtle way she’d glance over her shoulder at you, her eyes shining with warmth and affection that was only ever meant for you. And how you’d continue to pull her to a stop, reeling her back in to steal soft, breathless kisses that echo with your shared laughter.
But Abby isn’t here and you can feel the weight of her absence with each step that you take.
Your fingertips brush over the curved edge of the wall and you follow it, rounding that final corner. At the far end of the tunnel, moonlight spills in through the hatch above, bathing everything it touches in a harsh, pale glow. That feeling of dread instantly slithers back into your veins, because that hatch is not supposed to be open.
Why would she leave it open?
Your hazy memories from the last few hours begin to surface now, slow and unrelenting.
The way she held you a little tighter than usual, the hushed ‘I love you’ she pressed into your hair right before you drifted off and the way she lingered after, like she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
Each one only solidifies the horrifying truth you’d been too afraid to face until now.
She'd been bit.
The realization settles deep within your chest, suffocating and heavy because she wasn’t just being affectionate, she was saying goodbye.
Hot, angry tears blur your vision and you’re unable to stop the moisture from slipping down your cheeks as you take those last few steps and grab onto the rusted rungs of the ladder and start to climb.
The night air is crisp, the gentle breeze stinging your damp cheeks as the familiar smell of fresh rain and pine fills your nose. The forest stretches out before you like a dark and endless abyss, only the smallest slivers of moonlight lighting your way. But it’s way too quiet, you realize the deeper you descend into the trees. There’s no chittering wildlife, or the soft hum of cicadas to drown out your racing thoughts.
It’s like the forest itself is holding its breath.
Dead leaves crunch beneath your boots as you walk, your eyes scanning your surroundings for any sign that she’d been through this way. They land on a tree just a few paces ahead, and you instantly pick up your pace until you’re able to see it more clearly. You swallow thickly, reaching out to trace your fingers over the four long scratch marks that are embedded into the bark.
“Abby?” you call softly.
Silence.
So you continue on, noting how the ferns up ahead were wilted and crushed—she’d been here too.
There’s a sudden, loud snap that stops you dead in your tracks and you move on impulse, quickly ducking behind a fallen log. You hold your breath, straining your ears to listen for that haunting whistle that would inevitably sign your death warrant.
But the forest falls silent again.
There’s no flicker of flames from a torch, or arrows slicing through the night air. So you wait a heartbeat longer, still not fully trusting that you’re safe. When nothing happens, you carefully rise from your hiding place and continue deeper into the trees.
Another sharp crack echoes up ahead and you immediately turn toward it.
“Abby?” you call again into the darkness, and the answering yelp has you taking off in a full sprint, no longer caring about the possibility of Scars or infected because she needs you.
Branches whip past your face and bite into your cheeks but you don’t care, you force your legs to carry you faster. There’s a break in the line of trees up ahead, the opening of a small clearing. She’s close now, you can hear each choked breath that leaves her, every painful whimper and it fractures something deep inside your chest.
You burst through the line of trees at the edge of the clearing and stop dead in your tracks.
Abby is crouched near the base of a tree, her back to you as she keeps one hand braced against the trunk while the other clutches onto her side. Her hair is loose, spilling wildly over her broad shoulders and down the middle of her back. Slivers of moonlight shine through the canopy above, casting the rest of her in shadow.
“Abby?” you whisper, taking a tentative step forward.
Her head instantly snaps up and when she turns to face you, your stomach twists. Her eyes look wrong, but not in the way you’re expecting. They aren’t bloodshot, there’s no yellowing around the irises, in fact they’re almost too bright. The moonlight reflecting off them in a way that feels more animal than human.
Abby mutters your name low in her throat, almost as if it pains her to speak. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
You take another step. “Neither should you.”
She ignores the accusation in your tone. “Turn around and go back to the stadium, now.” The sudden authority in her voice leaves no room for argument.
Your anger flairs. “I’m not some soldier that you can order around, Abby. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“Why are you always so stubborn?” she growls.
“Why are you?” you fire back, taking another step into the clearing. “You disappear in the middle of the night and expect me not to—”
Abby doubles over with a sharp, choked sound and the anger evaporates from your body as you rush forward.
“Don’t come any closer.” She snarls, but it’s not anger lacing her words. It’s fear. “I fucking mean it.”
But you don’t listen, taking another step toward her hunched form and it’s only now that you realize she’s shaking. Violently.
“Abby, look at me.” you press, nearly close enough to reach out and touch her. “Whatever this is, we’ll find a way to deal with it, together. Just tell me—”
“No,” she says through gritted teeth, something dark and primal bleeding into her voice.
Something that doesn’t sound human.
“Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on?”
“Because I don’t know what this is!” she shouts, hunching further into herself as her body fights off another violent shudder.
“So it’s not…cordyceps?” you ask slowly.
But there’s no relief that comes with the small jerk of her head.
Abby suddenly struggles to her feet, using the tree as leverage, gripping onto it so hard that the bark cracks beneath the pressure of her palms. She moves several paces back before you can stop her, her movements jerky and uncoordinated like her body is becoming foreign to her. She’s only able to make it a few more feet when her legs give out and she falls to her knees. You rush toward her panting form without thinking about the consequences.
“Stop, please,” she pleads, something shifting behind her eyes. “Something’s happening and I…” Her fingers dig harshly into the earth beneath her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
That stops you in your tracks.
You’ve seen Abby take down grown men with her bare hands, kill her way through hoards of infected with startling ease but you’ve never seen her look so overcome with fear as you do right now.
“You won’t.”
She just shakes her head.
“I can’t fight it anymore,” she says between clenched teeth. “You need to go, now.”
But you just shake your head, “I told you I’m not leaving you.”
Abby screams in agony as she collapses forward, her spine arching painfully as her knees buckle beneath her. But you can’t do anything but stand there and watch in utter horror as her limbs twist unnaturally, the bones snapping and reshaping themselves beneath her skin. Sharp claws sprout from the calloused hands that cradled you mere hours ago, her flesh stretching to accommodate her newly elongated limbs.
Dark fur begins to push through the skin along her arms and down the back of her neck as her body expands, shoulders widening. Her t-shirt strains against her chest, the worn fabric unable to withstand the sudden growth and it splits apart at the seams. Her breath comes out in harsh, painful grunts, each one sounding more animalistic than the last and you have to force yourself to look away.
But the sound of your name has your head snapping back up as she forces herself to stand on shaking legs, looking at you with a pained expression.
“Please,” she pleads, a sudden raw edge to her voice. “Baby, please just go.”
But you’re frozen in place.
“Go!” she shouts, her voice distorting into something vicious and unrecognizable.
The last of her control fractures as she seizes, her whole body contorting in a violent convulsion that threatens to tear you apart. She looks at you one last time, her eyes glassy and pleading before they squeeze shut and her body forcibly gives in to the change with a final sickening crack of her spine.
Then the forest stills, and it’s over.
Abby doesn’t move for a long moment, keeping her head bowed as she sucks in several deep, ragged breaths. Every muscle is still twitching, the aftershocks of the transformation rippling under her skin like a live wire. Every part of you longs to run to her, to pull her close and hold her through the tremors but your feet are still rooted in place.
A soft breeze suddenly whips through the trees, rustling the leaves overhead and stirring up your hair. Abby immediately goes rigid, muscles flexing as she lifts her head to meet your wide-eyed gaze, and your stomach sinks.
Her eyes are glowing, golden and bright, leaving no trace of the deep blue you’ve come to know. Her silhouette is all sharp angles and corded muscle, a glimmer of sharp teeth and claws in the moonlight. She doesn’t look like the woman you fell for anymore—she’s a force of nature, something so powerful that the forest itself seems to cower in her presence.
And yet, there’s something so familiar about the way she holds herself, the hunger in her eyes. It’s disarming and terrifying all at once.
A low, warning growl rumbles through her chest when you move, instinctively reaching out for her despite every instinct in your body warning you to turn and run.
“Abs?”
She doesn’t respond, merely tilts her head as she takes a slow, measured step toward you.
“Abby…” you try again, softer this time. “It’s me, you know me.”
She begins to pace in a slow, predatory circle that makes it feel like the world is closing in around you. She moves with a terrifying grace, keeping her head low and eyes locked on you as if she’s measuring the distance, calculating exactly how long it would take to get to you. A lion closing in on a cornered gazelle.
Her gaze suddenly drops to your throat, sharp and deliberate as it fixes on where your pulse thrums beneath your skin, and the lack of recognition there has your throat tightening.
“Please,” you plead, your voice trembling. “I know you’re still in there.”
Her claws flex at her sides, the tendons in her neck straining as if she’s being pulled in two different directions. Then her body lowers into a crouch, every muscle coiling tight, with a mixture of intent and restraint—like she’s actively fighting to resist even as she prepares to strike.
And for a moment, she hesitates, her expression shifting, softening with a familiarity that makes your chest ache.
But it doesn’t last.
Something inside her finally snaps and she doesn’t hesitate this time, she lunges.
You stumble away from her with a startled gasp, your heel catching on an upturned root and throwing you off balance. But with nothing to grab onto to stabilize yourself, you fall backwards. You hit the ground hard, the back of your head slamming against something smooth but solid. A searing pain shoots up the back of your skull, and your vision swims.
You don’t have any time to recover before she’s on you.
Her body is a warm, solid weight that presses against your ribs, her claws grappling in the dirt on either side of your head. Another low growl erupts from deep within her chest, but she’s close enough now that you can feel the rumble of it. Her muscular thighs bracket your hips, pressing you into the cold, damp earth but your bodies align in such a way that ignites heat between your thighs.
This position is too familiar, too intimate. So when Abby’s mouth dips lower, her nose nudging against your jaw, you don’t hesitate to bare your throat to her. Her sharp fangs graze over your thundering pulse, and you tense—waiting to feel them tear through your soft flesh.
But it never comes.
The pressure of her teeth are suddenly gone but she doesn’t retreat, she hovers, her mouth mere inches from your throat. And when you turn to look at her, you realize her eyes are screwed shut, teeth clenched to the point of pain as she fights a battle waging inside her.
You don’t think when you reach out to carefully cradle her cheek. “Abby?”
Those golden eyes flash open to meet yours and she grabs your wrist, pinning it in the dirt above your head in a movement far too fast for you to be able to dodge. Then she’s leaning in again, her nose nudging against the fabric bunched at your shoulder—her jacket.
She stays like that for a heartbeat, just breathing you in.
Then the hand holding your wrist captive loosens and she reaches lower to grip onto the side of the jacket, like she’s trying to ground herself there. Your heart thuds erratically when she releases a soft, human sounding sigh before burying her nose deep into the collar. Something akin to hope flares inside your chest when she mumbles your name against your skin, the sound a distorted mixture between a whine and a growl.
“Yeah,” you breathe, releasing a small, choked sound when she affectionately nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “I’m right here, Abs.”
But the tender moment shatters as quickly as it came.
Abby tears herself away from you, retreating so quickly that you can’t tell which direction she went. You force yourself upright, a little too fast, as a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The back of your head throbs as everything blurs and tilts around you, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and take a few steadying breaths while you wait for the feeling to pass.
When the world slowly drifts back into focus, you’re already searching for her.
“Abby?” you call, rising unsteadily to your feet.
The edges of the clearing are bathed in shadow, but you don’t need to see her to feel the weight of her presence, lingering somewhere just beyond the tree line. You take a small step out of the center of the clearing, approaching the edge with slow, cautious strides. You strain your eyes as they scan through the darkness, only settling once you see a flash of gold between the trees.
Another warning growl cuts through the silence when you take a step into the shadows.
“Stay back,” Abby warns, her voice broken and raw—like she’s still getting used to speaking again.
But you ignore the warning, stepping closer. “You keep saying that.”
She releases a gruff noise that sounds oddly like a snort. “And yet, you still aren’t listening.”
You can see her silhouette now, tense and guarded as she watches you closely.
“I’m not afraid of you,” you murmur, taking another step closer.
“You should be.”
There’s no real bite behind her words, only fear and regret bleeding through.
But this time you don’t allow yourself to falter because you see her now—the Abby you fell in love with. The gentle, broken woman you held close when the nightmares kept her awake at night, who didn’t think she deserved any of the love you offered. She was still there, hidden beneath the sharp claws and thick layers of fur.
“It doesn’t matter,” you say simply.
“It doesn’t matter?!” She fumes, that dark edge creeping back into her voice. “It doesn't matter that I almost—”
“It doesn’t matter to me what you are!” you shout.
Your words land with the force of a physical blow, knocking the breath from her lungs.
“I love you, Abby,” you continue, quieter now as you step closer. “Nothing is going to change that.”
You can see the inner struggle she’s having, the way she starts to retreat with each step you take but she doesn’t stop until her shoulders press into the rough trunk of a tree. Her chest heaves, each breath sharp and uneven as she buries her claws so deep into the bark that it splinters—like she’s trying to anchor herself there.
When she says your name again, the warning in her voice starts to waver as you continue to close the distance between you. It’s a staggering, strange reversal of roles as the prey begins to advance on the predator, forcing Abby to face the very thing she’s been trying to protect you from: herself.
“Why didn’t you leave?” she whispers, the most human she’s sounded all night.
Your throat tightens. “Would you have left me?”
Abby doesn’t answer, but the look in her eyes says it all.
“I told you before, I’m not going anywhere.”
“What if I lose it again?”
“You’re still here,” you say, softer. “You stopped.”
“Barely,” she mutters through clenched teeth.
You reach up to gently cradle her jaw and the tension there loosens ever so slightly. A slow, shaky exhale follows, like she’s been holding it this entire time.
“You really should stay back,” she asserts weakly, leaning into your touch.
“I know,” you reply.
You both stay like that for a long moment, trying to familiarize yourselves with each other again. Her breathing has finally slowed, claws loosening their death grip on the trunk to hang at her sides. But they tremble, seemingly torn between wanting to reach out and touch you, but not fully trusting herself to do so yet.
So you make the decision for her, carefully guiding one of her clawed hands to rest against your hip, and her breathing stutters. You can feel the heat rolling off her in waves as you step further into her space and the wild look that flits across her features makes your blood pump faster, but this time it’s not from fear.
Abby inhales deeply, that hunger settling back into her golden eyes.
“I can hear your heart,” she mutters, voice still rough around the edges. “This is a bad idea.”
“Probably,” you hum.
But you don’t pull away, you press closer.
The first brush of your lips is hesitant, cautious in a way you haven’t had to be before. Abby is tense beneath your touch, but she doesn’t push you away—she holds you there. Your mouth hovers over hers, your breaths mingling together and you fight the urge to deepen the kiss, not wanting to push her too far.
“Still with me?” you ask softly.
And she answers by closing the distance with her mouth.
Her lips are warm and wet when they meet yours, her breath releasing in uneven huffs as she pulls you flush against her chest. The kiss is clumsy, but full of so much raw need that it makes your whole body tingle. Her sharp teeth catch on your lower lip, lightly pricking your skin and the metallic taste that fills your mouth pulls a needy whine from your throat. Abby’s responding groan quickly morphs into a low growl that vibrates through her chest, her grip tightening around your waist.
In one swift motion she spins you around, pinning you back against the trunk. The splintered bark bites through the jacket and scrapes against your skin but you welcome the sting. Her mouth is back on yours in an instant, hot and frantic like she’s pouring every ounce of her frustration and longing into the kiss. So you reel her in closer, your fingers sliding up into her hair out of pure instinct and you tug.
Her body suddenly goes rigid beneath your hands and she wrenches her mouth away with a deep growl.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt, attempting to step out of her embrace but her grip tightens on your waist.
“Don’t. Move.” Abby hisses, and this time you listen.
You become immobile in her arms, barely daring to breathe as she tries to regain some of her control back. She leans in with another low growl, her nose skimming along the collar of the jacket before she buries her face there, each labored breath warming your skin. And with each deep inhale you can feel her start to settle, her grip on your waist loosens, and she slowly lifts her head to meet your gaze.
“Guess I got a little carried away, huh?” you say.
You see the corner of her mouth twitch.
But beneath that raw and unbridled desire, you can see the fear still lingering in her golden eyes.
“Abby?” you breathe, and you feel her grip tighten on your waist.
“Don’t…” The word comes out as a partial growl. “You can’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me, not…not like this.”
“What if I do?” you counter.
Abby releases a shuddered breath. “No,” she says through her teeth, every one of her muscles tensing. “It’s too dangerous. I could have killed you, I still could.”
You nod, features softening. “I know that, and I’m not saying tonight. But I do want you, Abby, in whatever way I’m still allowed to have you.”
She meets your gaze, uncertainty and longing lingering in her eyes. You slowly lift your hands toward her face, still cautious—giving her the opportunity to pull away.
“I trust you,” you murmur.
“I don’t.”
That admission fractures something deep within your chest.
But she doesn’t pull away, so you gently cup her cheeks between your palms. Her eyes flutter shut, her body leaning further into the comfort of your touch. You allow your fingers to carefully explore her sharpened features, sweeping across that familiar bump on the bridge of her nose, where she'd broken it many years ago. The freckles that fan out across her cheeks, and the faded scar above her left eye.
All the things that still make her yours.
A deep purr suddenly rumbles through her chest when your hands slip lower, threading your fingers through the soft fur at the nape of her neck. The sound has you gasping aloud, a rush of heat settling in the pit of your stomach. Her golden eyes flash back open, hungry and wild as she inhales deeply.
“You’re not making this very easy, you know.” Abby grunts, that familiar twinge of sarcasm lacing her tone.
You don’t offer her a reply, but simply lean in until your foreheads brush. You slide a hand back down her shoulders to her chest, where you can feel the frantic flutter of her heart beneath your palm.
“It’s not going to be easy,” you murmur. “But I’m not running away now.”
Time passes strangely after that, seconds that melt into minutes which blur into hours. Sleep doesn't come easy, or at all. You feel yourself drifting in and out, waking whenever her body goes rigid beside you, a low growl slipping past her lips like she’s unable to stop it.
And in those moments where she becomes restless, muscles tensing like the animal within is threatening to unleash itself—you somehow always bring her back to herself. A gentle hand on her shoulder, your fingers threading through her loose hair as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.
That’s where you stay the rest of the night, bodies tangled together at the base of an old maple tree.
When the first rays of dawn begin to break over the horizon is when you feel her body start to change. But it’s not a violent, brutal transition like before—it’s more like a release.
The tension leaves her shoulders, her tight grip on the jacket loosens as she fully comes back to herself.
And the forest itself breathes a sigh of relief.
“Hi,” you mumble, voice still thick with sleep.
She hums softly in response, her breath tickling the exposed skin of your neck. The sound is so completely human and so entirely Abby that it makes your heart flutter.
“You okay?” she asks, lifting her head from your shoulder. “Your heart is racing.”
You can already feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck. “You can hear that?”
“Is that weird?” she asks, almost sheepishly.
“No, it’s just…new.”
She nods thoughtfully and leans her head back against the trunk of the tree, her eyes slipping shut—a pillar of stoicism.
“Are you really alright though?”
You can hear the question hidden beneath, and it makes your throat tight.
Did I hurt you?
The back of your head throbs in response, your lower lip still a little tender as you run your tongue over it.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you su—”
“Abigail,” you interrupt, resting a hand on her clothed thigh. “I said I’m fine.”
Her brows furrow as she glances down at you, her eyes searching your face. But as you meet her gaze, you notice the flecks of gold that now linger there, which contrast brightly against the deep cerulean of her irises. Her frown deepens when her eyes flick down to your mouth and she reaches for you, her thumb ghosting over the small slit in your lip.
“That was me.”
It’s a statement, not a question.
So you nod, unable to deny that fact.
Abby leans closer then, gently cupping the back of your neck to get a better look but you can’t hide the way you flinch away from her touch. She instantly pulls her hand back, noting the sticky flakes of blood that cling to her fingertips.
You see a plethora of emotions flit across her features then: horror, anger, disgust, regret.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, and you can feel how she starts to pull away from you.
Not just physically but emotionally too. It’s the way her voice wavers, her eyes becoming distant and unfocused as her hands start to shake. But you won’t let her, not this time—not when you just got her back.
You move before she’s able to get too far, pushing her shoulders back against the trunk and swinging a leg over her thighs to settle onto her lap.
“No, you don’t get to do that.” you snap, your tone harsher than before. “You don’t get to pull away from me again. Not after everything we just went through.”
Abby looks taken aback by your sudden outburst, but the uncertainty and regret still linger in her wide eyes.
“Did I…” she trails off, unable to put those thoughts into words.
“No, you didn’t.”
Your answer seems to release some of the renewed tension in her shoulders.
“Can I?” she asks, motioning toward the back of your head. “I just…I need to make sure.”
You nod, scooting closer on her lap until there’s barely any space left between you. Her fingers are gentle as they slowly slide up the back of your neck, stopping their exploration when she feels a small bump near the base of your skull, the gash still sticky and swollen and you wince beneath her touch.
“I am so sorry,” she repeats and her hand lingers there, her thumb lightly ghosting over it as if she could take the pain away by sheer will alone. “The last thing I ever wanted was for you to get hurt.”
You lean in then, closing the distance and leaning your forehead against hers. Abby’s eyes squeeze shut, her muscles tensing but it’s not because she is afraid of losing herself again. But rather she’s trying to come to terms with how the monster she became last night is the same person who is allowed to hold you like this.
Her hands slide back down your neck to your shoulders, her eyes fluttering back open to meet yours. But Abby’s gaze suddenly drifts lower, landing on the patch that reads A. Anderson that’s sewn into the breast pocket of the jacket you’re wearing.
“Were you wearing this the whole night?” she asks.
You nod, a questioning look on your face.
“So that’s why,” she mumbles, so softly you almost miss it.
“What?” You ask, shifting slightly.
Abby’s fingers curl around the sleeve of the jacket and she lifts your wrist to her nose, inhaling deeply.
“There was so much…” She seems to be struggling to find the right word. “Noise, it made it almost impossible for me to recognize you.”
You can hear the guilt in her voice, and the way she won’t fully meet your eyes.
“And every time I thought I was going to…” she trails off, swallowing hard. “I smelled it on you.”
“Smelled what?”
Her eyes flick up to meet yours.
“Me.”
The weight of her words sink in, anchoring you both to the reality of what really happened last night. That the jacket that’s wrapped around you wasn’t just comfort, or instinct—it was a lifeline. A tether. Something that kept pulling her back each time she slipped too far beneath the current.
“It brought you back to me,” you murmur.
Something shifts then.
The heaviness of the night seems to lift all at once, taking all of the fear and uncertainty with it. The space between you suddenly feels smaller now, more intimate and Abby pulls you closer without warning, arms tightening as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.
“Uh, Abby?” you squeak, caught off guard.
“Hmm?” She hums, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
“It’s uh—” you rasp, struggling to get a breath in as your chest tightens. “A little hard to breathe.”
She tenses for a moment, then immediately loosens her hold.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Abby pulls back far enough to look at you and rests her hands on your hips, her touch suddenly a lot more hesitant than before. “Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head, releasing a small breathy laugh. “No, just give a girl a little warning next time.”
“Right,” she mumbles, her thumbs absentmindedly drawing small circles against your hips.
You shift in her lap, opening your mouth to speak again when your eyes flick lower and—
Oh.
A small smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth.
“You know…” you drawl, slow and casual. “I’m definitely not complaining, but I, uh, think you’re missing a little something.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. “What do you—”
Abby follows your gaze and curses under her breath.
You can’t stop the giggle that bursts from your chest when her cheeks instantly flush and she quickly crosses an arm over herself in an attempt to cover her bare breasts.
“Oh come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen them before,” you tease, with a slight wiggle of your brows.
“God, you’re such a perv,” she mutters fondly, giving your side a gentle squeeze.
“What? Can you really blame me?”
Abby huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she tries to feign annoyance but the way her eyes have softened gives her away. She pulls you an inch closer, the heat of her body a grounding reminder that she’s really here with you. That she chose to stay.
“I probably wouldn’t be much better,” she says thoughtfully, glancing back over her shoulder for a moment. “But you know, I really did like that shirt.”
When she turns back to you, the slight pout on her lips has another giggle slipping past your own. A gentle breeze slips through the trees just then, carrying the sound of your laughter and blowing some of her hair across her face. But her pout only deepens and you beam at her, reaching up to tuck those loose strands back behind her ear.
“Hey, do you know how hard it is to find decent clothes around here? Between your thievery,” she pauses, playfully tugging at the hem of her jacket. “And now this, I’m not going to have any left.”
You roll your eyes, still smiling as you slip off the jacket. “Alright, alright, come here you goober.”
You carefully slide the jacket over her shoulders, your fingers brushing along skin that’s still too warm. Her muscles tense for a moment before they begin to ease under your gentle guidance, and you feel her truly surrender to your touch.
It’s a quiet sort of trust—the way she lets you handle her, to see her vulnerability, and how she allows you to bridge the distance she fought so hard to maintain. Abby isn't just letting you put the jacket on, she’s letting you back in. Your hands linger a little longer than necessary as you adjust the collar, smoothing the fabric over her arms before they settle at the zipper.
You glance up to find her already watching you, her eyes holding such intensity and reverence that it feels like she’s stripping you bare. But you hold her gaze as you slowly drag the zipper up, the soft, familiar sound filling the space between you. Her breath hitches when your knuckles accidentally graze the underside of her breast and a different kind of hunger darkens her eyes.
“Better?” you ask softly.
Abby doesn’t answer right away.
Instead she leans in, cradling your jaw and kisses you.
Only this time when she presses her mouth to yours, it’s all familiar, no sharp teeth or urgency. Just the desire to feel, to be close.
“Still with me?” she asks, leaning her forehead against yours.
warnings and disclaimers, (enemies to lovers), porn w plot (yay), a word count of 15k+?!, wlw content, mean!abby, jealous/delusional!abby, mentions of reader’s hair, abby being a book wormy, abby describes the reader as a goddess (once), fluff, angst, different povs, bullying, light workplace mistreatment, SEXUAL CONTENT, mean/softdom!abby, sub!reader, semi-public sex (hospital’s office), panties stealing, spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, masturbation, usage of a vibrator (once), scissoring, squirting, nipple play, degradation, body workship/praising, overstimulation, usage of pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl, good girl, dirty girl), cum eating, mutiple orgasms, DARK CONTENT, stalking, act of stealing narcotics, cursing, jealousy, alcohol/drug consumption, mentions of inflicting harm on others, acts of frame-up.
TAPE THAT MOUTH SHUT, this is probably one of the biggest/questionable pieces of art i’ve done. though it’s FINALLY fucking done idk how to feel honestly. i just feel like i have such an emotional bind to each and every piece of work i have done. this is my baby, the full nine months and everything, and now the world will see her for her. i feel like a mother watching her baby go off to kindergarten. :”(
ONESHOT PREVIEW | ABBY ANDERSON’S MASTERLIST
PRESENT TIME
saints mary’s hospital - 2:30 am on a saturday morning
the saying goes, “it’s not about how you start, it’s how you finish.” didn’t quite apply. time seemed to move in a blur, making it impossible to piece together a coherent thought. the room filled only with the echoes of your loud, wanton sounds mingling with abby’s, far removed from anything deemed professional. however you weren't concerned with those details, not at all. with the way abby was able to extract those sounds from your throat was almost painful.
almost.
abby derived an addiction from your pleasure. each moment of ecstasy seemed to fuel her further, driving her to amplify the tempo and depth of her ministrations. as the room filled with the lewd symphony of flesh meeting flesh and intertwined heavy breaths, something stirred within abby. something unfamiliar, uncharted. normally, she would exhibit unrivaled confidence during intimate encounters, but with you, it was different—more intense, deeper. a desperate craving to be perfect, to ensure you'd never seek anyone else, but her. she’d hate to admit it, but the realization gnaws at her: the longing for you even after this is over.
"who's making you cum tonight?" abby questioned the obvious, but her arrogance tone underlined the strong need for reassurance. your moans were her only response, and while she adored the sweet sounds, she craved more. a sudden shift in her fingers’ movements made you yell out, "you, abby.” your words punctuated by cries of pleasure.
abby's fingers, now confined within your tight grip, sensed the growing tension, the impending eruption, the imminent of your orgasm. "uh-huh, come for me," she ordered, "let me hear who’s making a mess of you."
the warnings of your impending release came with fervor, each thrust hastening to the inevitable snap of the tightening band in your abdomen. then when it did, a cry rang out, loud and clear, as her name left your lips in tandem with your essence painting her features. in this haze of euphoria, you suddenly find a sense of clarity, wondering how in all worlds did you end up in this situation, in the arms— or rather the mouth of your boss?
MONTHS BEFORE
saints mary’s hospital - 3:20 am on a monday night
the staff room was still mostly quiet, the faint sounds of a few muttered conversations and the soft hum of the fluorescent bulb created a low hum of background noise to complement the bigger situation in hand. you had just finished discarding your dirty gloves and discovered that some residue had clung to your uniform, prompting a soft groan of disgust to escape your lips.
you picked up another clean uniform and quickly changed into it, your mind wandering to the series of events that led you to this moment. working in a hospital meant dealing with a never-ending slew of new problems each day, some imprinting themselves in your memory more vividly than others.
and this time was memorable—at least for the night —for an aggravating sense. it was a vomiting incident in room nine that not only you witnessed, but you were also permitted to clean up after. fun, you thought sarcastically as you trudged your way with a bucket and sponge. nonetheless here you were, the aftermath, running a hand through your uniform to smooth out any wrinkles with your other hand on the doorknob, taking a long, exasperated intake prior to stepping out.
with a final exhale, you turned the knob and stepped out into the main hospital ward. the familiar sounds of hushed conversations and the constant hum of machinery filled your ears as you walked through the hallways.
with your desk in your line of sight now, your body starts to move faster as the thought of getting some much needed rest sets in. despite that, you took a quick glance around, searching for her presence, but finding no resemblance.
a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you settled into the plush chair, the cushions embracing your tired body. hands squeezing the pads provided on the arm’s office chair, this was heaven. but satan herself wouldn’t let that alleviation last for long, she never does. not in this hospital. your body suddenly tensed up and jerked forward as the sound of a hand slamming into the surface of your desk reached your ears. fuck, you thought, your head automatically turning to see the horned asshole with the little tail stuck up her ass.
“what the fuck was that back there, huh? i’ve had people complaining left and right.” she spoke, her face contorted with anger. you knew that was a lie, only there to further embarrass you in front of everyone. the “great” abby anderson was known to make something bigger than it actually was. but you’d be lying if you didn’t say that disruption left you breathless, seemed like all and any explanation that could clear your name left you, but even if you did, would it even work? or would abby deem it as a barely acceptable excuse, or quote “a three year old can lie better than you” excuse?
you could hardly breathe, your mind racing to try to explain yourself. every mistake seemed to be met with harsh criticism, and it was taking its toll on you. your voice wavered as you stuttered out a singular word in response: “what?”
abby’s expression only hardened further, her voice mocking your supposed ignorance. “couldn’t you see the medication you gave her was gonna result in nausea?”
each word was enunciated with sharp frustration, as if you were supposed to have known better, but you didn’t know. it wasn’t stated on the patient's file that she’d react like that. you followed protocol, knowing the consequences if you didn't, and followed through based on the information in hand. you weren’t in the wrong, and you explained that to abby.
though she didn’t seem to care at all, instead her words echoed through your mind like a painful reminder; you keep it up, and you’ll end up on your ass in front of this hospital.
her threat sent a pang of dread through you, and the loud thud of her office door shutting only added to your sinking feeling. you let out a heavy sigh, bringing your hand up to your eyes and rubbing them, trying to ward off the exhaustion and anxiety swirling within you.
your thoughts were interrupted as you realized the truth behind abby’s threat. you had a proven record as a dedicated and skilled employee, and deep down, you knew abby knew it too. there was a reason she couldn’t just fire you on a whim —she needed a valid justification to complete that pesky employee termination form sitting on her desk.
as you pondered on these thoughts, you let out a resigned sigh, the threat suddenly feeling less intimidating and more like a broken record you heard over and over again.
FIVE DAYS LATER
saints mary’s hospital - 11:01 pm on a saturday night
there was a newfound sense of comfort that accompanied your realization. although abby’s words still stung and cut deeply, you now had a silent reassurance— a knowledge that her threats were ultimately empty, that mere words could do nothing. your mind was now at ease, knowing that despite her harshness, she couldn’t truly harm you. the thought gave you a strange sense of power, even as she spewed her usual cruelty.
with your profound resilience, you found yourself feeling more lively and vibrant than before. you no longer fretted over every small mistake or worry constantly about doing your job wrong. your once reserved and introverted self now blossomed, making connections and building friendships where there had been none before.
amelia, the colleague who sat beside you for a year, but whom you had never truly spoken to, was now a friend, and the two of you formed a bond beyond just work-related interaction.
“darling, it’s wishful thinking that the inferno herself would let you off so easily,” amelia teases, the soft pads of her fingertips dancing along the keys of her keyboard. her familiar british accent rolls off and into your ear, making you scoff.
“it’s just for a day.” you mumble, your hands flipping the page to the never-ending paperwork waiting for you. you stop and look at amelia who’s now reclined in her chair, arms crossed with a knowing smirk.
“oh love,” laughed amelia, her playful jab at your wishful thinking only making her more endearing. “i’d love to entertain your rather ludicrous idea, but in doing so would be criminal!”
her words stung a little, you knew she was right, but hearing her say it out loud had you clenching your jaw slightly. abby would never agree to letting you take a day off from the hospital, it seemed like the whole place would fall apart without your presence.
and while it felt like an honor— at times. you longed for just one day off, a single day to rest amongst the countless days spent diligently working at the hospital. how criminal could that be? as amelia called it, you felt your shoulders sag and nodding quietly in resignation. your features must have betrayed your disappointment, as amelia swiftly noticed and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
amelia smiled sympathetically, her eyes soft as she saw your frustration. “cheer up, darling. it was just a quip.” she said softly, her tone filled with comfort.
you tried to hold back your tears when you spoke, your voice faltering as you looked up at amelia. “It's not that. i just… work my ass off, and don't even get the recognition i deserve.” your words trailed off as you let out a frustrated sigh. “and it's not like i’m just looking for that.” you pause to mend the right words together. “just some sort of break from it all.” you quickly sniffle, attempting to hide the tears that had escaped from your eyes during your confession. your embarrassment was evident as you turned away, trying to compose yourself. “god, i’m sorry for this.” you sighed heavily, reaching for a tissue to wipe away your tears.
amelia pats your shoulder, her voice filled with understanding. “no, no, i get it, darling. you need a break as much as anyone does in this bloody facility. perhaps more than hamburger-munching samson over there.” she quips, referring to a less than efficient employee.
you let out a tearful laugh, your grin still tinged with sadness. “yeah.” you agreed, your voice heavy with resignation.
amelia smiled warmly at your smile, her hand giving your thigh a comforting pat. “go ask her, and if she doesn't oblige, tell her i'll cover for you.”
her sweet words of offering to cover for you had you fighting back tears again, determined to not further burden her with your crying, and managed to let out a shaky chuckle.
you try to protest, feeling a pang of guilt for potentially inconveniencing her. “you don't have to do that.” you say softly.
however, amelia is resolute, dismissing your objections with a firm, yet gentle push. “no darling,” she replies firmly. “i don’t, but i want to. now go on.” her insistence is unwavering, and you can see that she will not take no for an answer.
with a resigned sigh of “okay”, you straighten your shoulders and approach the entrance to abby's office. a quick glance back at amelia sees her raising her thumbs in a gesture of encouragement to go ahead. you return a grateful smile before turning back around and lifting your hand to knock on the door. but before your knuckles make contact, the door swings open, revealing abby.
you freeze in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of abby before you even had the chance to knock on the door. you realize you must look like a fool, standing there frozen with your arm raised in the air. feeling a sudden pang of self-consciousness, you quickly lower your arm and bring your other hand up to cup it gently, almost as if you could somehow conceal your awkward position.
abby’s smile catches you off guard, surprised to see her display such genuine happiness at your surprised arrival. "oh—there you are.” she says.
you stand there, slightly confused by her unexpected demeanor. her next words, spoken calmly, further perplexed you: "come in." this gentle tone is unfamiliar coming from her, as she's never used it with you before, reserving it only for the presence of supervisors.
she leaves the door open for you, a silence gesture for you to enter before taking her seat at her desk. "i was going to call for you, but it seems like you heard my call telepathically." she quips, chuckling at her own joke.
you internally scoff at her stupid joke, quietly shutting the door behind you as you enter her office. "well, don't just stand there, sit." she instructs, her smile still uncharacteristically cheerful— almost eerie. you can't help but wonder if this is all just an act, a facade that will undoubtedly crack like it always does, given abby's fiery nature. however, you comply silently, watching her sift through documents on her desk.
you struggled to keep yourself from asking what she was searching for after you caught a glimpse of it being the employee files. your heart began to race as an oppressive silence enveloped the room, fueling your nerves. was she looking for your file? was this gonna be the moment when she’d reveal the anticipated reason to use on that dreaded employee termination form? your mind swarmed with questions, each more pressing than the last. how much more can you deal with this suspense looming over your shoulder like the grim reaper.
you attempt to speak in a firm tone, but your voice betrays you, wavering at the edges. “why are you so happy?” your own curiosity battling with a sense of reluctance to hear the answer.
“and why are you so gloomy?” she taunts with a smirk, chuckling. “put a smile on that face for me, yeah? you’re gonna do me a big favor.” she admits, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she mentions the word “favor.” finally finding the paper she had been searching for, she slid it across her desk in your direction. the paper contains the resume of someone you’re unfamiliar with, and your curiosity piqued.
"this is cassidy mcclair," she pauses. "and you'll be her mentor for the week. she's the new replacement nurse after what happened to poor old sadie." a pang of irritation stabs at you as abby uses a condescending tone when mentioning sadie. her untimely demise still weighed heavily on your mind.
you inadvertently let out a scoff as you cross your arms, immediately regretting the impulsive action. abby glances up at you, arching her eyebrow before speaking.
"is there a problem?" her question rhetorical, signaling her indifference to your potential objection. however, you're determined to express your feelings, regardless if rhetorical or not. you werent gonna give some half-ass smile and nod. after all, it wouldn’t be the first time your opinionated mind got you into trouble, as abby so often reminded you.
you respond with a defiant tone, your words clearly expressing your dissatisfaction. “yeah, there is actually.” you retort, your arms remaining defiantly crossed. “you’re supposed to do this. not me.”
abby chuckles at your boldness, her expression growing serious as she responds, “that was rhetorical, surely anyone with a hint of common sense would catch on. frankly, i don’t give a fuck if it is.” she dismisses your argument, beginning to organize the documents on her desk, grabbing the paper in front of you without sparing an eye, her attention now focused elsewhere. despite your differences, you remain silent, yet seething within at her dismissive response.
“be here at eight pm sharp on monday.” she adds, ending the conversation on her terms.
so much for a day off..
AN HOUR AFTER
hospital’s break room - 1:17 am on a sunday morning
after your unsolicited meeting with abby, your emotions were overflowing and the need to confide in someone was at an all time high. though the term 'confide' may be a stretch, considering you practically unloaded your frustrations to the mere mention of "hey, heard you had a meeting with the boss?"
“she didn’t even let me speak, once!” you exclaim, frustration seeping through each and every word, punctuating your sentence with lifting your pointed finger.
talia responds with a sympathetic tone, saying, “she tends to do that..” her words trail off, and you can almost feel the strain in her voice, knowing that she’s the unsuspecting recipient of your pent-up frustrations.
“right! god, she’s so fucking…” you trail off, trying to find the right word to describe her. “infuriating!” you say louder than anticipated.
she looks up from the coffee maker, surprise etched on her face as other heads turn towards you, startled by your outburst. you sheepishly mutter an apology before letting out a dejected sigh. trying to lighten the mood, you force a smile and lean against the counter. "so, have you had to do any of abby's dirty work too?" you quirk an eyebrow.
the long haired girl chuckles at your antics, her gaze fixated on the coffee maker as it slowly fills her cup with the dark, yet energizing substance. she turns her attention back to you, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "yeah, actually.” she replies, her voice filled with good-natured sass. "but she made the task sound much kinder when she assigned it." she jested.
you jokingly say, "oh, fuck you," to which she responds with a playful eyeroll, but then curiosity takes over. "but really?" you ask curiously. "how'd it go?"
a dreaded sigh escapes talia’s lips as she recounts her memories of being assigned to mentor a new employee. the mirth vanishes from your expression as she begins to share her experience, the once lighthearted atmosphere replaced by a sense of foreboding.
“oh, terrible," talia responds through the sigh, her laugh edged with strain before looking back at the coffee maker, which is about a quarter away from being done. "sometimes, i wondered what would be inside her head if i were to cut it open. a brain made out of putty, or no brain at all?" her words make you wince as you begin to imagine what your own experience might be like. the idea of being a mentor to a complete idiot was less than appealing.
talia takes notice of your nervousness and quickly tries to reassure you, saying, "but i assure you, your experience won't be like mine." she offers a nervous smile, hoping to alleviate your concerns.
you respond with an uneasy chuckle and a reluctant "yeah.” not truly convinced by her reassurance. you know that only time will tell if her words will hold true, and so you find yourself resigned to the fact that you'll have to impatiently wait until monday to find out.
THREE DAYS LATER
your home - 6:03 am on a monday morning
the incessant blaring of your alarm felt like background noise for the past three minutes, though you've been wide awake for about ten minutes prior to its start. last night, sleep eluded you, as anxiety and exhaustion plagued your thoughts. you had hoped that your previous activities on your day off would tire you and help you sleep, but unfortunately, that was not the case. you had laid awake for an extra hour, struggling until sleep finally took over.
your anxiety, semi-dissociative state can be attributed to your "big day" ahead, as abby had nicknamed it. the thought of the unknown had you sweating bullets. not to mention, your boss’s words that stayed with you like crazy glue, stubbornly stuck in your mind. with reluctance, you forced yourself out of bed and into the bathroom.
as you turn on the faucet, the soft meows of your kitty-cat, charles, reach your ears. your face lights up with a smile as you turn and spot him. you kneel down, showering him with a few gentle pets as he responds with a pleased purr. "hey, buddy," you whisper, planting a kiss on his head. you then stand up to check the water temperature, only to huff in frustration when it doesn't meet your desired level. turning to the kitty by your side, you murmur, "i know, bud. lemme feed you while i wait for the water."
the kitty yowls eagerly and paws at your legs, anticipating its food. you repeatedly tap the can's bottom against the bowl until the food finally falls free, landing on the plate. the cat's excitement escalates as it watches you kneel down to place the plate on the ground. chuckling, you observe the kitty pounce on the food as soon as it touches the ground.
“eat up, spud.” you give your feline friend one last pat before walking away to the bathroom. you undress and check the water's temperature once more, finding it to your liking. with a satisfied nod, you step inside, letting the hot water wash over you and momentarily rinse away your worries for today.
AN HOUR AND HALF LATER-ISH
saints mary’s hospital - 7:28 am
what was meant to be a calming shower had obliterated your sense of time, leaving you in a scrambling to finish your morning routine. with a start, you realize it was nearly seven-thirty, and sprung into action, throwing your clothes on at an almost superhuman speed. you had never dried your hair this quick before in your entire life. yes, abby had mentioned to be there at eight, but you knew that translated to "be there before eight."
you arrive at the hospital just before eight, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, knowing all too well that you wouldn't make it through the day without it. you quickly exit the elevator, stepping into the lobby to find abby engaged in conversation with a red-haired woman.
the ginger had her hair braided, resembling abby's but with more volume. her fair complexion was adorned with freckles, resembling a sky full of stars. like many others on this floor, she wore a blues-and-white uniform, with a small cat pin attached to her shirt pocket. her colorful keys hung around her neck, and her radiant smile oozed an infectious energy, effortlessly drawing a reciprocating smile from you as you approached.
your smile momentarily falters as you overhear abby's sarcastic, yet condescending tone. “oh, there's the princess!" she exclaims, closing the distance to you with the woman following suit behind. this must’ve been the woman abby was talking about, leaving you feeling increasingly anxious, your eyes locked on the girl behind her. however, abby manages to draw your focus as she speaks up.
“this is cassidy. the one i told you about the last time we spoke.” she says firmly, bringing her hand up to her shoulder and beckons her toward you.
“hi.” you say shyly.
cassidy reciprocates the greeting with a wave, her expression a mix of nervousness and surprise. however, before she can respond, abby cuts in, with a tone of sarcasm. “i trust you won't be as late as our little princess here was," she says, referring to you, causing cassidy to nervously laugh and answer with a tentative "no."
your frustration peaked as you clenched your fists, your anger evident. It was clear what abby was trying to do once again, to twist the truth and make you appear worse than you actually are. she smirked, seemingly enjoying your irritation, before patting cassidy on the shoulder and wishing her good luck.
with the condescending smirk, abby leaned in to whisper in your ear, her tone different, dripping with sarcasm. "good luck, princess." and with that, she walked away, leaving you to face the challenge ahead.
"cunt," you silently say to yourself in annoyance, sending a glare at abby's retreating form. after a moment, you plaster on a forced smile and turn your attention to the ginger girl in front of you. you extend a hand and saying, “hi, i’m y/n."
"hi, i’m cassidy, but you already know that," she laughs, taking your hand in hers and shaking it firmly. after releasing her grip, she absentmindedly begins to stroke her braid with the same hand, a subtle fidget that seems to be her go-to anxiety coping mechanism.
you smile, genuinely impressed by her hair color. “yeah, i love the color of your hair, by the way. it's beautiful.” a hint of bashfulness washes over cassidy's cheeks as she responds, "thank you, it's my natural hair."
you let out a soft "cute..." as your eyes dart over her vibrant locks before gathering your thoughts. "well, let's get to work," you sigh, beginning to walk over to your desk. cassidy quickly follows, and upon reaching your desk, you set down your things and greet amelia with a friendly smile. you then turn your attention back to cassidy, clipboard clutched in your hand.
“alright, just follow me this way.” you lead cassidy through the hospital floor, providing her with a tour of the different departments. while the tour starts off awkwardly, you and cassidy manage to strike up some small talk. despite her quiet demeanor, she proves to be a hard worker, efficiently tending to her tasks. you can relate to her reserved nature, knowing firsthand how it feels to be somewhat introverted.
FEW HOURS LATER
hospital’s break room - 12:40 pm on a monday afternoon
after having cassidy follow you around like a lost puppy, occasionally taking notes on her little cat shaped notepad when needed. you both sat in a corner, eating in comfort silence. amongst the normality, you couldn’t help but notice her lunchbox also in a cat-like shape. a soft chuckle escaped you, causing cassidy to look up from her food, her chewing briefly stopped to ask, “what?”
you point out the box which promptly makes her look down, mouthing “oh.” cassidy chuckles nervously, her cheeks tinted with a hint of embarrassment. "i suppose i’m a cliché," she admits, her smile widening. "it’s no secret now that i enjoy girly things.”
you nod, a smile playing at the corners of your lips in response. "i think it's cute." you utter with a slight smirk.
cassidy grins, a hint of self-consciousness in her expression. "you don't think it's too silly?" she asks, seeking validation.
"nope," you reply sincerely, “everyone has their own interests. who am i to judge?" you shrug, emphasizing the point.
cassidy chuckles again, playfully teasing you with her next words. "i'd beg to differ." she pauses for a moment, before continuing, "dr. anderson seems to be quite interested in you." her tone implies a hint of a tease, suggesting that abby's fondness for you may be noticeable to the people around you.
as soon as cassidy suggests that abby has a soft spot for you, you sputter and cough, practically choking on your food. between gasping breaths, you manage to exclaim, "what?! you definitely need your eyes checked!"
cassidy's eyes widen with concern, and she begins to pat your back to help you through your coughing fit. after regaining your composure, you nod, trying to play it cool as she asks if you’re alright. your voice is still strained when you speak, "i’m fine, but what makes you say something like that?" you ask, completely bewildered.
once she's assured that you're okay, cassidy begins to chuckle lightly and leans back in her chair, arms crossed in a confident stance as if she solved the equation pi in her one sitting. "i’ve seen the way she talks to you," she says, low and soft, smirking.
“yeah, she talks like she has a stick up her ass.”
your blunt comment about abby having a "stick up her ass" makes cassidy erupt into laughter. "yeah, that's—that’s definitely true," she concedes, still giggling, "but there's also… a passion behind it." she pauses before continuing. “It's like she does it out of love or something," her eyes fixed on you.
you let out an amused sigh and roll your eyes, responding with a playful retort, "yeahh, I don't know about that." you can't help but chuckle as you continue, "but, that’s definitely crazy talk." you tease, a hint of mirth in your voice.
cassidy laughs, feigning surrender by holding her hands up in a playful gesture. "hey," she says, a toothy grin plastered on her face, "i know what i'm seeing." she retorts.
you continue to eat, a scoff escaping your lips as you try to dismiss her earlier accusations. "you saw a bunch of nothing.” you remark, keeping your tone nonchalant. cassidy responds with a soft scoff of her own, but the silence that follows is strained, uncomfortable, well at least for you… you think.
your mind drifts back to all the times you've interacted with abby, a strange feeling beginning to grow inside you. there were no signs, no hint of anything more than anger and hatred, right? no itty bitty details so unmissable to others, but you? no, it couldn’t be, that’d be ridiculous, hell, every it'd be a synonym in the book ridiculous! there were never any crossovers besides hatred, a mysterious hatred, but hatred nonetheless. come to think of it, you never really found out why she hated you so goddamn much. was it envy? fear? if so, of what exactly?
whatever the case was, it doesn't matter. because you would fucking pay to see her at your mercy. beneath you with a look of hopelessness glistening in her eyes, for it to be her to struggle to utter a simple explanation, only for you to completely demolish the right of speaking. to watch that stupidly neat braid disheveled and her oh so infuriatingly muscular arms that seemed to taunt you, begging to be popped like a balloon.
yeah… you definitely hated this woman.
SIX MONTHS LATER
front desk - 1:30 pm on a wednesday afternoon
gathering any loose strands of hairs from the nape of your neck with one hand, you create a makeshift ponytail, struggling to keep a straight face as cassidy’s stifled laughter resonates nearby. you playfully chastise her, trying to suppress your own laughter.
“stop laughing,” you admonish, your attempt at a stern tone is undermined by your own stifled giggles. “you’re gonna get us caught!”
as luck would have it, you and cassidy had bonded over an unexpected shared interest— a love for plants. and they say that a mother’s life is over when they have kids. quite literal bullshit if you ask anyone with a brain. cassidy, besides being nature’s supporter, was also incredibly humorous, her wit and humor made work a little more bearable.
over a few rounds of cold beers, she had discovered abby’s mysterious hatred for you. her curiosity knew no bounds, weaving theories on why, but never truly connecting the dots. from that point on, she couldn't resist teasing abby when she erupted into her typical outbursts—episodes she jokingly dubbed "hissy fits." just a few weeks ago, she had been assigned to work the counter beside you after amelia went on maternity leave.
"check this one out," the red-head chimes, tilting her phone towards eyes’s view to reveal a piece of media from abby’s instagram. cassidy, as if being a FBI agent was her second job, didn’t break a sweat looking for abby’s entire life online the moment it was plausible.
now, knowing who to call, you glance to see a photo of the blonde with her usual serious expression. the framing itself is taken from an awkward angle. “she’s so stiff, like a damn statue.” she laughs.
you let your hands fall once successfully securing your hair in a bun, a chuckle escaping your lips. "not a bad-looking statue, though," you remark casually, shrugging your shoulders. a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you added, "maybe she should start a new career as a model. the 'stiff but stunning' look could be all the rage."
cassidy quirks an eyebrow your way, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she teases you, “oh, am i sensing something here?”
you respond with a scoff, hastily denying any such notion with playful push. “god, no!” you exclaim, feigning offense, your laugh mingling with her own.
amidst the laughter, your moment is abruptly interrupted by the overwhelming waft of a potent perfume that assaults your senses. immediately, you recognize the scent and dart your gaze towards its source—abby’s new assistant. wearing a top brazenly too small for her ample cleavage with an extravagant makeup job tailored for a circus clown, it's painfully obvious whom this performance is intended to impress.
fucking ‘asshole’ anderson. It’s a pity really; she’s a decent-looking girl, but a relentless ass-kisser. everyone in the hospital picked up on her antics pretty quickly, constantly trying to win abby’s favor. rumors speculated, suggesting they did more than just work together, but hey, they’re just rumors.
“you should be working, abby wouldn’t like this.” her grating voice rings out, dripping with unwarranted confidence.
“we’re on our break, alexa.” you reply coolly, not bothering to mask the distaste in your expression.
she theatrically glances at her watch and purses her lips, stating smugly, “not anymore.” her gaze flicks to you, a smirk playing at her lips. it takes every ounce of restraint you possess not to grab her by the hair and slam her head against the wall. instead, you listen as she adds, "i should be informing abby about this,” she emphasizes with her hand, going in a circular motion towards you and cassidy before finishing. “but she's requested your presence in her office right now."
you stare at her, bewilderment etched across your face. abby? needing you in her presence? the confusion can’t linger long when she impatiently snaps her fingers.
"chop, chop, she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” she prompts, her tone dripping with condescension.
fucking bitch.
"you said you needed me?" you inquired, poking your head through the door’s open crack.
"yes, shut the door and take a seat." she affirms, witnessing firsthand the intentitive— almost obsessive behavior driven by a need to be perfection itself. her eyes don’t move from the paperwork at hand, but there’s no need for her body language and demeanor is a revelation on its own.
her stoicism matched almost flawlessly, as if they had been meticulously practiced in the mirror—akin to a morning ritual, like a cup of coffee. and her physique? it’s a memoir to resolution, sculpted from the divine hands of a deity, making you wonder: how could a person be so flawless? is she a forsaken angel, once god's favorite, now cast away from grace?
her voice, now with a hint of a crisp clear edge, breaks the silence, stating firmly, "i need to discuss something with you." her arms are now visible, resting on top of her desk, hands neatly folded together, an action that seizes your attention like a magnet. was this beautiful “angel” of a woman merely toying with you, masquerading as a jester with deceptive tricks?
nervously, you lick your dry lips and nod, responding with a strained voice, "yeah?" she picked up on that.
her eyes narrow with curiosity, and she leans forward, her voice laced with suspicion as she queries, “tell me,” she begins, letting the question linger in the air for a moment. “why do you still waste time with cassidy?” her tone carries a note of mild disdain. “she’s a bit.. odd, don’t you think?”
within the span of a moment, a wave of frustration surges through you, compelling you to argue your case. however, you find yourself inexplicably entranced by her features, unable to break the spell that has woven its way around your thoughts. nodding without conscious thought, your gaze is transfixed on the magnificence standing before you— the artistry of her face and form.
the sun's warm glow streams through the windows just behind her, casting a radiant light upon her as if nature itself were emphasizing its own masterpiece. every detail of her appearance is meticulously crafted, like a tempting apple dangling in front of the unsuspecting. a loose strand of hair falls gracefully in front of her face, accentuating the fine features of her facial structure. the angular lines of her nose seem to carry the weight of her sharp-edged spectacles, and her eyes, often lacking warmth, rarely seek solace in anything but themselves.
the sinew, a testament to the muscularity of her arms, even beneath the loose confines of her doctor’s coat, as if they were destined to stand out, to be admired. the way she held her pen moments ago makes it seem almost insignificant in comparison to her thick fingers, wrapped around it like a vice. her penmanship is impeccable, smooth and faultless, as if her hand is a perfectly calibrated machine.
god’s greatest gifts bestowed on its worst creation alive.
"are you even listening to me, right now?" she questions, her jaw setting tight.
startled, you snapped out of your reverie, blinking to moisten the dry eyes that had forgotten to blink in their fixated state, you confirm. “yes.” no.
“i asked you a question.” she snaps, her voice stern.
“what was the question?” you stammer, feeling flustered under her intense scrutiny.
“why—forget it.” a sudden shift in her expression indicates a change of mind. it seems the words didn’t sound as smart when she voiced them aloud.
“what?” you stutter, leaning forward in your chair. “what were you going to say?”
“i said, nevermind,” she replies, her tone firm and dismissive. “you’re free to go.” she averts her gaze from you, redirecting it towards her paperwork, as if you had suddenly become unimportant and unworthy of her attention.
you’re left dumbfounded, what was that about?
FEW HOURS LATER
your bedroom - 3:20 am on a thursday morning
your sharp gasp and the tension in your body were palpable, confined to the bed where your body lay cushioned. a hand ran through your hair before tugging it tightly, adding to the pleasure that coursed through you. the serene hum of your vibrator, nestled between your legs, was a poor substitute for the fantasies that danced through your mind.
your guilty pleasures, your secret desire.
“oh, abby!” you moaned, the broken syllable laced with longing. images of her flashed through your mind, your body yearning for the warmth of her fingers instead of the cold, mechanical pleasure your toy provided. the thought of being stretched by her strong, capable hands was all it took to push you over the edge.
a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body shaking as you orgasmed, the fantasy of abby's touch more potent than the reality. the intensity of your pleasure left you breathless, even as you knew it was only a fleeting escape from reality.
as your mind snaps back, an overwhelming rush of realization washes over you. you toss aside the vibrator, sitting up with a sigh. you can’t help, but feel shame towards yourself. the thought of your boss—the one person who makes your life a living hell—occupies your thoughts. how could you even entertain the thought of her?
a fallen angel, huh?
SAID “FALLEN ANGEL”
abby anderson
she was fucking on one today, and in return she thought you were too. her mind was consumed by you. even the morning coffee, always a comfort, tasted bitter and cold. she didn't even acknowledge the usual flirtatious advances from her assistant when she greeted her this morning. instead, she simply asked for her requested files and retreated to the sanctuary of her office, locking the door behind her.
it was always you, stirring up trouble by merely existing near her. cassidy mcclair, that braid-wearing copycat bitch, had you wrapped around her serpentine fingers. and you? you should have known better than to waste your precious time with people like that, but there you were. in fact, compared to these idiots you had to call coworkers, you were leaps and bounds above them.
you were just making a mistake, a mistake that was costing her sleep— more than she already doesn’t get.
she silently fumed as she stood in front of her office door for her daily check on what everyone was doing, over the years making mental lists of the flaws of each employee. amelia, didn’t know if she was bleating or laughing, and those killer front teeth— literally. one glance and someone’s head would be off. then there was samson, who seemed to do nothing, but shove burgers down his gargantuan throat. she was convinced he never even bothered to chew.
it was laughable, and she could go on and on about the flaws each one of her employees had. but you, well, not a single flaw could be attributed to you. not one mentioned on any list of the many she had. in essence, you were the embodiment of a boss's dream employee—quick on the case, a good sport, but until now, there was one flaw that had eluded you: the habits of hanging around the wrong people.
granted, it's not like cassidy was forcing drugs down your throat, but it was clear she was trouble. competition, that had to be eliminated. but one might wonder, why? why did abby have such a deep-seated grudge against you? why did she feel this burning urge to take you down? just like a pack of wolves, having her sights set on the weak link, ready to pounce.
deep down, abby didn't fully understand her intense feelings towards you. each attempt to articulate her emotions only led to frustration as they were often misinterpreted in the delivery. you made her nervous in a way that was both understandable and utterly perplexing, leaving her with feelings uncharted. in a desperate attempt to maintain control, she decided the best course of action was to keep her fondness for you hidden. surely, as long as you remained oblivious to her affections, there would be no complications, right?
she’d pledge that promise to the death, do everything to her power to keep it this way. there would be no vulnerability, no broken hearts to be on the mend, even if meant being cruel. but when cassidy came and first laid her eyes on you. oh, how she wanted to claw her eyes out just for even staring at you for a millisecond long.
it infuriated her to see how easily cassidy could evoke laughter and smiles from you, things that abby denied herself. many long, self deprecating nights filled with overflowing ashtrays of spent cigarettes and a collection of empty whiskey glasses were becoming too often to be called a casual drinker.
the day she requested your presence in her office, and sat across from her as she filled out the paperwork to transfer cassidy to another floor was a moment of triumph. however, her satisfaction evaporated rather quickly—leaving her dry to the bone. throughout the entire conversation, you appeared to be dazed, barely registering a word she spoke. had she been too late? were you already so smitten with cassidy that you couldn't even comprehend a word coming out of her mouth?
was it already too late?
after you had left her office, abby found herself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. alone with her musings, her mind raced, and suddenly, all her thoughts aligned. if the two of you were indeed in a relationship, as it seemed so obvious, then separating the two of you would create an irreversible ripple effect. like two peas in a pod, together you were a force to be reckoned with, but tearing one away and crushing it would change everything.
if cassidy wanted to stoop low, she could go lower.
ANDERSON’S ESTATE
4:54 am on a sunday morning
due to the convoluted approval process, the transfer paperwork would likely take weeks, if not months, to be approved. there was no way abby could allow that to happen. by the time the transfer was accepted, you'd be off in dubai for a honeymoon with your apparent soulmate, sipping margaritas without a care in the world. no, she had to find a way to expedite the process, and it had to be done by the end of this overcoming week.
so she found herself in her office, nursing a few glasses of whiskey and indulging in chain-smoking cigarettes, a habit she could never partake in one without the other. surrounded by the solace of her private liar, the alcohol and nicotine fueled her thoughts, as she brainstormed list after list of ways to get rid of cassidy. patient abandonment was one option, but it ran the risk of tarnishing her own reputation as well. however, she was past the point of caring about the repercussions of her actions. all that mattered was taking down cassidy, one way or another.
feeling a mixture of an uncomfortable unfulfillment and disoriented, she runs a hand through her tousled mane. with a groan, rubs her eyes and gets up, smoldering the glowing embers of the cigarette in the overflowing ashtray before trudging off to bed like a pouting toddler.
In the comforts of her bed, shafts of dawn gently seeped through the curtains, with her loyal puppy, alice, sleeping at her feet, whining occasionally as she glanced up at her owner. abby couldn't help but wonder if the dog was attempting to communicate with her, as if offering a cautionary message. was it the effects of the whiskey and cigarettes playing tricks on her mind, or was her canine companion genuinely trying to warn her of impending consequences? these thoughts swirled through her muddled mind, yet the idea of it actually seemed far-fetched.
it’s a thing to think of, and another to do.
ONE DAY, MONDAY
cheshire cat grin
“and i want you all to be more aware— if you haven’t been already.” the firm voice snapped abby out of her reverie.
a weary sigh emits as her body slumps into a loose crescent shape, the strain of sitting in an ass-numbing chair for hours was finally taking its toll, and listening to her supervisor drone on and on about the same old report on employee performance wasn’t helping either. however, one particular statement caught her undivided attention.
the rise in unauthorized narcotics.
the report revealed that there had been a 3% increase in the number of supplies used compared to the usual amount. this increase caused considerable stress for the superior, who advised—no, demanded that all doctors on each floor find the culprit.
with mounting irritation from the current predicament, the overseer noticed abby’s expression and prompted her with a question. “is there anything you’d like to say, abigail?” she inquired, presumptuously.
as the superior fixed a firm gaze on her, abby’s initial instinct was to reply with a simple “no.” but then a new thought took hold. she sat up straighter, straightening her normally confident demeanor even further, and responded with a question of her own. “hypothetically speaking, if i do uncover the perpetrator, what measures will be taken in response?”
the woman’s scoff conveyed a dismissive tone, as if the answer was lingering in the air. she smugly responded, “well, hypothetically, they’d be fired on the spot, and all hospitals in the county would be notified never to employ them again.” there was a brief pause before continuing with that same overly confident demeanor, “so, they’d have to move just to find another job.” eyeing abby as if searching for even the slightest hint of nervousness.
under normal circumstances, abby’s temper would have flared at her superior’s condescending tone, but in that moment, everything was perfect. a polite smile abby offered held more than the naked eye could see.
the jigsaw pieces were falling into place.
TWO DAYS LATER, WEDNESDAY
surprise!
the days melded together, each one weighed down by a stack of endless papers and an incessant, desperate assistant who was over her shoulder, relentlessly nagged for her attention. in those moments of exhaustion, she started regretting ever giving them the slightest bit of her attention in the first place, justifying the brief lapses in her focus as mere 'moments of weakness'.
in obeying her supervisor's advice, she had been carefully observing everyone, with a heightened level of scrutiny directed towards cassidy, intentionally growing increasingly “suspicious” of her. with a fierce determination, she wrestled hard to suppress the many outbursts that threatened to spill over simply due to the sight of you and cassidy together.
even as a child, abby had a knack for fixating on unimportant details, down to the intricate nuances of color. her attention to detail had grown into a deep obsession, enabling her to familiarize herself with an object or being within days. with cassidy, she had approached it like disassembling a game of jenga, meticulously analyzing her every action, carefully calculating her plans. all she needed now was the opportune moment to set everything into motion.
just as she was about to execute her plan, a sudden, unexpected event occurred, as if on cue.
with newfound courage bolstered by a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, she rose from her chair, only for the shrill ring of her phone to pierce the tense atmosphere, and she glanced down to see a rarely-seen name on the screen— her grandmother, susana. an unyielding, meticulous woman, had been a source of inspiration for abby as she grew up, shaping her into the determined individual she had become.
susana, was a renowned fashion designer based in paris, a demanding professional life that had left her with limited time to spend with her beloved granddaughter. with a huff, sitting back in her office chair, abby picked up her phone and pressed it against her ear, preparing for their conversation.
"oh, my darling abigail!" the sound of her grandmother's sweet, melodic voice filled abby's ear.
a subtle wince crossed her face, and a forced smile tugs at her lips, almost as if her grandmother could see her through the phone.
"hi.” she responded, prompting her grandmother to lightheartedly tease, "oh, darling, why so timid?" her chuckle echoed over the line.
abby responded with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "sorry, gam-gam, I'm just a bit stressed." she confessed.
her grandmother replied with a lighthearted hum. “well, in that case, meet me at the cafe down the street for a little whine down.” and with a click, the line went dead, leaving abby scarcely a moment to protest.
with a heavy sigh, she tossed her phone aside, muttering, "damnit." frustrated, she ran a hand over her face.
in the reserved confines of their booth, her grandmother inquired with a casual tone, "so, did you receive my letter?" she pierced a strawberry with her fork, taking a bite.
abby responded with a nod, her thoughts momentarily astray to the brief moment earlier when she'd seized the opportunity to execute her plan on cassidy's unattended bag during your lunchtime in the break room. she knew such an opportunity might not present itself again anytime soon, as cassidy was set to be away until friday.
“and the book?”
abby paused, strawberry mid-air on her fork, perplexed by her grandmother's question. "what book?" she questioned with a full mouth, confusion lacing her voice.
her grandmother sighs, explaining, "the book didn't arrive?" she grumbled about the subpar mailing service. "doesn’t matter," she continued, "we can just head over to the bookstore after and replace it." her interest piqued as her grandmother added that it was another mythology book, a favorite topic of hers.
abby's eyes sparkled with excitement. "awe, sweet! i’ve been meaning to go." she responded enthusiastically.
the older woman chuckled, observing, "old habits die hard, I suppose." she then posed a question that seemed to ignite her interest even more. "tell me, have you managed to swoon any girls with your extensive library of knowledge?" her grandmother's smile grew wider at this question, her genuine wish for abby's happiness evident. how could abby possibly ruin her grandmother's happiness?
abby wasn't one to lie, but she felt compelled to do so, especially since the truth was more difficult to share. a gentle smile tugged at her lips, and a blush appeared on her face as she played with the blueberry on her plate. though it was a lie, it was an effortless one. "well, there's this one girl at work," she began, her voice growing more softer. "she’s incredibly sweet, and I think she likes me." the rosiness in her cheeks deepened, adding a touch of authenticity to her fib.
“awe, sugarplum, who is it?”
“her name is y/n.”
ANOTHER TWO DAYS LATER, FRIDAY
the final act
after two days of being completely immersed in the book, abby managed to force herself back to reality. cassidy had reappeared, prompting abby to resume her daily observations. she diligently watched over you and cassidy, particularly monitoring the red-head’s interactions.
she had arranged a private conversation with the supervisor, raising concerns about “suspicious” behavior involving cassidy. the supervisor guaranteed action before six pm that afternoon. all she needed to do now was secure her bag alone before then. abby set an alarm on her watch, stashed the narcotics in her pocket, and exited her office, determined to carry out her plan.
she closed her door and was immediately greeted by the familiar sounds of chatter and movement, the distinctive scent of the hospital filling her nose. as she inhaled, it was as if she was breathing in the purest air. but then, the explosive sound of a voice abruptly shattered her moment of comfort. she jumped in surprise and turned her head to see a nurse.
"sorry, doctor," she apologized, her smile tinged with nervousness. "i—uhm, have documents for you to sign for a discharge." she extended the clipboard, waiting for abby to take it.
still feeling discombobulated, abby nodded stiffly as she accepted the clipboard and signed it. “are… are you okay?” the nurse's question caught her off guard, prompting her to look up. "yes—yes, I'm fine.” she replied, her voice somewhat strained.
saying a brief goodbye, she walks down the hallway, and sees cassidy getting dressed in the staff room. abby smirks, and walks inside just as she’s gonna leave. the initial door opening scares, making her jump back, and she sees it’s abby, she greets her with a smile, and quick hi, trying to exit. but abby isnt gonna let her leave so quick.
abby says a brief farewell and proceeds down the hallway, catching sight of cassidy dressing up in the staff room. she stops with a grinch-like grin saunters into the room just as cassidy is about to exit. the sudden door opening startles cassidy, making her jump back. she quickly greets abby with a smile and a casual "hi," attempting to leave. however, abby is determined not to let her go that easily.
"hey, wait." abby halts cassidy in her tracks with a firm arm grab, causing her to stop.
cassidy looks up, bewildered, and clutches her bag close to her shoulder, waiting to see what this was about. abby’s eyebrows furrowed, it’s been truly a long time since she stood by her self-proclaimed enemy. she didn't seem to have changed much— not that she cared to notice, except for the new pin on her shirt— a small pride flag, cute.
abby scoffs, chuckling which prompts cassidy to raise an eyebrow. “what’s so funny?”
in response, she shakes her head dismissively, replying with a hint of mischief, "nothing, just a joke i remembered." adding slyly with a cunning smile, she continues, "how do you like working here?"
cassidy swallows, her nerves becoming visibly apparent as she nods in agreement. "it’s good," she reiterates, adding, "yeah, i love working with the children."
abby hums in response, laughing. "well, don't let me stop you." she promptly opens the door for cassidy, eliciting a smile from her in response, and as she begins to pass through, the taller blonde adds. “enjoy it while it lasts.”
as she watched cassidy leave with her bag in hand, abby's emotions were divided. she felt a sense of sheer satisfaction, empowerment, her lips twisting into a muscle straining grin as she watched the bag recede into the distance, carrying her ticket goodbye. and she didn’t feel an ounce of regret because she did warn her. to enjoy it all, her time at the hospital to its fullest, and she meant it. true to her nature, abby prided herself on consistency, even more so in her efficiency, like a stealthy ninja.
in and out, no flaws, no witnesses.
no window for the light to shine through.
THE LIGHT
cascading over your form was from the now straining lamp above. your head ached, overwhelmed by the events of the day. but one interaction stood out as particularly odd— an event you didn't take part in, rather witness instead.
it seemed under every blue moon that cassidy and abby would interact, despite working on the same floor. there were no crossovers, so when a hand broke that line. there was something unsettling about the whole interaction, especially the invader's body language. her movements were mechanical, unnatural even, making it all hard to ignore.
a chill runs down your spine as you consider the implications. you know what you witnessed, but it feels almost unbelievable. just as with notorious serial killers, you struggle to comprehend the thought processes behind such heinous acts. perhaps this lunatic in particular requires her own account to explain her motives and actions.
you arrived at just the right moment, only a few seconds before their conversation ended. fortunately, you had come in time to witness abby casually slipping something into cassidy's bag while she was turning away. the object had a distinct pill bottle shape, subtle enough to avoid attracting unwanted attention, but enough to pique your interest.
the rumors of stolen narcotics had been circulating, and a mysterious culprit was being gossiped about behind closed doors. you and cassidy had spent some time discussing the topic, sharing silly theories, though nothing more than just pure hearsay.
your eyebrows furrow in thought, though it wasn't helping. instead, only intensified the now throbbing headache, slowly morphing into a full-blown migraine. with your hands holding your head up, you look down at long forgotten paperwork that was meant to be done from the comforts of your own home, but considering the distressing state you’re in. it was far from comforting now.
with a frustrated sigh, you flick off the lamp and abandon your paperwork, ready to rise from your desk. suddenly, your phone rings, jolting you with a spike in heart rate. you glance down at the caller ID.
you immediately answer the call, only to be met with cassidy's hysterical voice. through her sobs and gasps, she reveals that she was fired due to stealing narcotics. your worst fears were confirmed; it was no longer just a mere theory. you had indeed witnessed abby slipping something that resembled a small pill bottle into cassidy’s bag.
as you try to console your friend, a whirlwind of emotions begins to roil within you. some of that emotion directed towards yourself, but strongly towards abby. it was true, you saw it with your very own eyes, and yet chose to wait. you hated the fact that it took you so long to come to your senses, and a wave of guilt consumes you for not marching straight to the supervisor moments after witnessing it.
even if it was too late for your friend, it wasn’t for abby.
the lobby, now shrouded in dimmed lighting with very few sources of illumination, seemed like something straight out of a horror movie. paying no mind to the eerie ambiance, you quickly make your way towards abby’s office door, knowing she typically uses this time to prepare the employee’s schedules. the reasoning behind why she does it in her office is unknown, but frankly, not your biggest concern.
your knuckles collide forcefully against the wood, channeling the full extent of your anger’s strength. the door swings open, revealing a slightly taken aback abby. she utters, “what—what are you doing here?” her tone seems somewhat off.
you don’t waste any time, no words, and cut straight to the chase. “what did you do to cassidy?”
she raises an eyebrow in confusion, responding, “what are you talking about? are you on something, y/n?”
without hesitating, you push past her into her office. turning your head at neck breaking speed to set your hardened gaze onto hers. your voice takes on a more firm tone: “am i? are you?!”
you repeat your question with unwavering determination. “what did you do to cassidy?”
with a scoff, she crosses her arms, feigning innocence. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she denies.
“oh, don’t play dumb,” you retort, your gaze unwavering. “you know exactly what i’m talking about! tell me, what was it that you threw into her bag?”
she nervously swallows, her composure faltering for just a moment before she regains control. this reaction was all you needed to confirm your suspicions.
"that’s confidential.” she repeats assertively, making her way behind her desk.
"confidential, my ass!" you yell in response. "i know damn well what i saw!"
she stops in her tracks and turns her head to face you, a look of indignation on her face. “what did you just say to me?”
ignoring her interruption, you push on, demanding answers. “what did you do to her? what did you say?!” your fist clenched tightly.
for the first time, she drops her facade, maintaining eye contact without hesitation, as she admits. “i gave her a little parting gift.”
the intensity in her eyes makes your blood run cold, trying to gather a sense of what her cryptic response implies. you stammer. “what—what does that even mean?”
she suddenly realizes the gravity of her confession—how she inadvertently revealed her actions, but anger clouds her morality. "just drop it.” she grits out through clenched teeth, patience wearing thin.
the fire in your eyes flares up, brimming with anger and defiance that refuses to let you back down. "no!" you firmly retort. "you’re going to tell me!" frustration seeps through your voice as your patience wanes. you’re tired of her smug superiority, the audacity to act as if she had everyone under her command.
her lips curl into a smirk, her voice oozing with sarcastic scorn. “oh, i’m gonna tell you?” she taunts, scoffing. “tell you what? about your little friend?” her tone carries undertones of something against your mere friendship with cassidy.
the mention of something more regarding your friend sends a pang of defensiveness coursing through you.
"what?" you breathe out, taken aback. "what does that even mean, huh?"
she takes a step forward, each breath heavy and labored. her voice betrays her impatient nature, a predator preparing to pounce. “oh, you know what that means,” she retorts, scoffing internally at how dull you’re being to an obvious situation. despite the tension in the room reaching a high, it’s abby’s intensity that seizes the moment. you half expected to see her licking her lips with anticipated hunger, like a ravenous beast.
it sends a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through you—an alluring mixture of curiosity and trepidation. the encounter itself feels like a high-stakes game of chess where you struggle to predict your opponent's next move. as you step back, your confidence falters, and your voice softens into a small whimper.
“i don’t...”
abby catches onto this, pouncing on it like a hungry lion sensing weakness, further igniting her motives.
you gasp as your back meets the cool, solid wood behind you. in an instinctive movement, your eyes flick briefly behind you before darting back forward. only to find abby’s overbearing presence suffocating your personal space.
"oh, i think you do." she rasps, tilting her head to the side, a chuckle escaping her lips. her faltering gaze lingering to your lips for a fleeting moment before pulling away. her tone seethes with anger, words biting as she scoffs.
“you think you’re so damn slick, huh?” she paces back and forth, a fierce intensity in her stride, causing you to wince in response.
“you act like i wouldn’t catch on to your little games, as if it wasn’t painfully transparent to everyone around you!” her frustration builds, and she raises her arms, unleashing a frustrated sigh before bringing them down forcefully to slap her thighs. "as if i wouldn’t notice!”
you couldn't understand where this anger was coming from. sure, she had always been an asshole, but lately, her outbursts and irritability have seemed to reach a new assholery. and it seemed to have started around the same time you had become friends with cassidy. It was almost as if your newfound friendship had awakened something within her, something darker and more volatile. perhaps jealousy?
abby’s anger blazes brightly in her eyes, her words sharp. "god, you’re infuriating," she says, her voice laced with hostility. "like some fucking prodigy, you think you know everything, don’t you?!" she emphasizes with lurching her body forward, her hands slamming down on the desk either side of you, effectively trapping you in place.
your breath hitches as she draws nearer, her proximity sending an intoxicating wave throughout your body. the intensity of her anger is palpable, every labored breath brushing against your skin like a gentle caress. her lips are tantalizingly close to yours, separated by an annoying invisible barrier that could be shattered at any moment if she so desired. just one push.
"fuck you, abby!" you hiss, your voice faltering for a moment before hardening. "you always had a goddamn bone to pick with me, you piece of shit!" your words linger in the air, carrying years of built-up resentment directed at abby. but the shock of her unexpected confession wipes away your outrage, replacing it with astonishment.
"because i love you!" she yells, her voice ringing out louder than intended. her revelation hangs in the air, rendering you speechless. as those words sink in, your breath catches in your throat. "what?" you manage to croak out, hardly believing what you've just heard.
you observed a flicker of vulnerability in her expression that's quickly replaced by a hardened composure. there was no turning back, the cat was out of the bag, and so she only pressed forward with determination.
her voice descending to a low, sultry tone, she says "you think watching what's mine prancing around like a slut at her own workplace doesn't make me livid?" each word drips with possessive anger and suppressed desire.
your voice comes out smaller and fragile than anticipated as you muster the words, "i’m… i’m not yours." you struggle to meet abby's intense gaze, your body tensing subconsciously as you push yourself against her desk, attempting to create some space between the two of you. the air is thick with tension, the room practically vibrating with the weight of abby’s confession and your denial. you felt trapped, your body practically molding into the desk behind you.
"do you believe that?" she inquires, raising a brow in challenge. she lifts a thumb to slide across your bottom lip, her touch firm yet almost teasing. she pauses for a moment before letting out a gravelly chuckle, further probing into the tension. “i don’t.” she admits with a light shrug. her movements felt taunting, yet calculated as if she’s trying to catch you in a lie, and to fess up.
abby was frustrated, bordering on infuriated, trying to make sense of the situation. her mind was a tangle of emotions, and she felt like she was grasping at straws, trying to connect the pieces in her head. she had the mental board laid out in her mind, each string connecting to a different thought, all pointing to one central question: you and cassidy, and the enigma of your poorly hidden relationship. this uncertainty fueled her anger, and you weren’t making it any better. she wanted to do something— anything— to show you that you weren't just anyone's; you were hers.
"what about alexa, huh?" you ask, gaining a peak of confidence, your words snapping her attention back.
“what about her?” she questions truthfully, amused by your presumed jealousy. “you jealous?"
caught off guard and exposed, you feel the equilibrium shift, upending the chess pieces in your mind. "i’m not jealous," you insist, realizing the power her words hold. it’s as if she has cornered you in this game, check. mate.
“oh, sure you aren’t." abby steps closer, her body pressing against yours, trapping you between her and the desk. her words take on a dual edge of ire and yearning as she smirks. "i should’ve known with the way you’ve been acting, you’re practically begging me to put you in your place.” she murmurs, chuckling gravely. "to fuck you until you can only say yes, doctor anderson." she feigns a high pitch moany tone, a lewd and terrible, yet obvious admit of sounding like you as she says “yes, doctor anderson.”
she laughs before humming, seeming to enjoy that fantasy as she lets herself become lost in the idea for a moment before continuing.
abby’s features lean in closer, the heat from her breath caressing the apple of your cheek as she murmurs against your ear, “tell me, do you let cassidy make you her personal pocket pussy?” her words send a shiver down your spine as her hand moves to caress your cheek, pausing to let you feel the weight of her question in the air before inquiring further, “to bend you over anywhere, anytime, and you’ll just take it like a good girl?” her words laced with a lewdness that sends a thrill through your body, despite the fact that you know you should reject the notion. the question itself was filthy, taboo, and utterly intoxicating. but you couldn’t deny the existence of being drawn to it, deep down knowing more than ever if you ever were to think of that fantasy, you’d want it to be her, not cassidy.
“no, no, it’s not like that.” you attempt to defend yourself, trying to find the right words, but abby interjects before you can say anything else. she scoffs at your attempted denial, her grip on you tightening, causing you to wince. her voice lowers into a dark laugh, her disbelief evident. "oh really? you really expect me to believe that bullshit?"
her name escapes your lips in a gasp, but abby cuts you off yet again, her eyes darkening as she speaks.
"lemme tell you what it's like," she begins, her tone husky. “i think you'd like it. hell, you pray that it does happen because you're nothing but just a pathetic girl who wants some attention. is that what you want? attention?" abby inquires, licking her teeth in an almost predatory manner. your heart races in your chest as her words cut through you.
the tension in the room is palpable, thick with unexpressed desire and emotion. you find yourself unable to hold back any longer, your voice quivering as you voice your deep-seated need. “i want your attention," you confess, your words almost inaudible, they're so faint.
even if faint, she heard all of it, dissected each syllable. it’s all she ever wanted, no, needed to hear from you. “yeah?” her voice falters into a soft whimper, tilting her head to the side and grabbing your cheeks with her large hands, only now focusing on your lips. “i’ll give you all my attention.” she promises, swiftly pulling your face, smashing yours onto hers.
your body trembled from the conflicting sensations, a clash of cold and hot, a maelstrom of warring emotions. years without her touch had left you craving her embrace, and her lips on yours sent heat coursing through your veins. though the kiss stood unspoken, there was no need for actions that spoke louder. both hatred and desire intertwined, two sides of the same coin, fueling this volatile gesture. your hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour, as hers did the same, desperately pulling you closer, kneading your flesh like clay. your hands finally found a resting place on her shoulders, gripping her like a lifeline in the storm of sensations swirling around you.
your movements, your gasps and sighs, fueled the fire within abby, and with a determined strength, she hoists you up onto her desk. the sudden change in position elicits gasp from you, pressing your body against hers with an arch, and abby seizes the moment, slipping her tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth with a fervent passion. it was a dance both familiar and new, a moment of fiery connection that consumed you both.
her breath ragged, lips tingling from the passion of the kiss as stares down at you, her eyes dark and filled with hunger as she murmurs her confession. "i've always dreamt of this… having you," her fingers roaming over your body slowly as she says this, relishing in the way you react to her touch. she presses her forehead shading yours, her dilated eyes reflecting the depth of her desire. her cold thumbs find their way underneath your clothes, tracing slow circles, sending a shiver through your body. "having this feeling of your skin under my fingertips."
your voice quivered as you call her name, and for a moment you think your plea to have her lips on yours again are answered, but instead, she finds her new focus, your neck. her lips fall, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. the sound of your whimpers only spurred her on, her hands gripping your hips possessively as she continued to mark your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys.
abby was in her element now, and your desperate tone only fed her desire. she wanted more, to hear you call her name even more. with a smirk, she lifted her head, eyes burning with amusement. "yeah? you like the sound of that, pretty girl?" she muses, her hand suddenly landing a sharp smack on your thigh, making you jump. in response, she chuckled at your reaction, her laugh sent tingles down your spine, a mixture of amusement and desire. her grip on your thighs tightened, pushing them higher up, and drinking up the sight of you, spread before her with your feet on the desk sent abby's desire spiraling out of control. she couldn't help but lick her lips, taking in the full view of your flushed skin and parted legs. you couldn't hold back a squirm, feeling so exposed— though you weren’t — under her intense gaze.
"i love seeing you like this," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. she steps towards you again, nestling herself in the newfound space. her lips return to your neck, greeting the previous bruises plastered on your neck with soft licks and kisses. "so desperate and needy."
her hands leave your thighs as she lifts herself up to meet your gaze, taking in your already disheveled state. with a hum of satisfaction, she asks, "who gets you like this?"
you manage to respond with a barely audible, "you, abby." she hums at your whimperish respond, a smirk crossing her lips at the confirmation, "yes, not that bitch, cassidy. me. and only me, right, baby?" she gives a slight nod, as if she’s responding for you.
the blonde brings her hand up to your lips, watching as you open your mouth to invite her thumb, which she eagerly accepts.
she let out a low, guttural groan as you suck and lick her pad of her thumb, enjoying the sensations that your mouth causes. she couldn't resist the urge to voice her thoughts, her words thick with possession and desire.
"hm, such a dirty girl." she paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you, before amending her statement with a husky tone, "my dirty girl."
you release her thumb with a pop, humming a tone of satisfaction, and licking your lips to savor the lingering taste of her. a chuckle escapes abby's lips as she watches you, her eyes roaming your body yet again. the desire to rip your clothes off and shut you up has been building since the moment you walked into her office, "take this off, baby. you’re killing me with not showing me what's mine," she growls, her words tinged with need and possess. "need to see it, feel it. need." she mumbled against your skin, completely submitted to her delusions. you don’t fight this time, barely able to remove each article of clothing with abby eagerly kissing and licking every available inch of skin. but stops at your bikini line, encountering a setback— your underwear — cockblocking her.
her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, looking up at you with an almost comical expression of frustration, and offense. as if being unable to take off your underwear because of her was a you problem. “funny.” she retorts, tone dripping in sarcasm, but nothing on her face shows amusement. “real fucking funny.” she remarks, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to your hip, kneading at the red skin roughly, making you wince. “you fucking tease.” she continues, her voice laced with a mix of desire and irritation.
"i should punish you for that little stunt," her fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, intending to pull them down herself since you’re incompetent to do so. “but, fuck, look at all this.” she relents, sliding them off your legs— and pocketing them for later — to reveal your core, practically weeping for her. “all this f’me?” she pants, eyes flicking up to yours.
a whiny moan of her name slips past your lips, but she shushes you gently, her voice softer now. "i know, baby, i know." she cooed, her large hand running comfortingly up and down your side. as she spreads your quivering legs further, exposing your drenched folds, abby feasts her eyes upon the sight before her. her lips curve upward, "fuck," she breathed, her eyes never leaving your pulsing core. “look at this pretty pussy. this is prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen—this has to be mine.” she leans down, her warm breath ghosting over your clit before she pressing a tender kiss there, savoring your reaction to her smallest touch, and now wondering what other reactions she could get out of you.
you weren't prepared for what came next, not one bit. expecting her to take things slow, you were completely caught off guard as abby gripped your thighs and, in one swift motion, separated your slimy folds, lapping any sweet nectar waiting for her. you tense from sudden sensation, letting out a loud, unapologetic moan as you arch off the desk. your hands instinctively tangle themselves into her steady braid that soon unravels from being used as reins.
encouraged by your fervent response, abby delved deeper, her skilled tongue tracing a path to your engorged nub. enclosing it between her lips, she whispered her praise, "you taste better than i thought." her voice trembled, mingling with your own moans.
as her teeth gently nipped at your sensitive bundle, you cried out, your thighs involuntarily squeezing her shoulders. a wicked smirk graced her lips as she basked in your reaction, taking immense pleasure in your submission.
the unexpected pinch sent jolts of shock through your body, your limbs twitching and writhing in a frenzied dance. in response, abby repositions her left hand on your abdomen, gripping tightly to anchor you in place. each sound that escaped your trembling lips fueled her hunger, her throaty hums resonating against your flesh. with a devilish gleam in her eyes, she teasingly traced circles near your navel with her thumb, heightening your anticipation.
a groan rumbled in her throat when your fingers gripped her hair, the sensation only spurring her on. her mouth fastened more insistently around your swollen nub, sucking harder as you cried out her name. the strain in your voice confirmed her suspicions: you were on the cusp of your release, and she was eager to push you over.
abby's fingers joined the fray, sliding in and out of your slick folds with practiced ease. her relentless assault on your clit continued, her touch sending shivers through your body and causing your breaths to come in ragged gasps. the sight of you, quivering and exposed before her, stoked a fire within her, a determination to send you flying over the edge.
abby derived an addiction from your pleasure. each moment of ecstasy seemed to fuel her further, driving her to amplify the tempo and depth of her ministrations. as the room filled with the lewd symphony of flesh meeting flesh and intertwined heavy breaths, something stirred within abby. something unfamiliar, uncharted. normally, she would exhibit unrivaled confidence during intimate encounters, but with you, it was different—more intense, deeper. a desperate craving to be perfect, to ensure you'd never seek anyone else but her. she’d hate to admit it, but the realization gnaws at her: the longing for you even after this is over.
"who's making you cum tonight?" abby questioned the obvious once more, but her arrogance tone underlined the strong need for reassurance. your moans were her only response, and while she adored the sweet sounds, she craved more. a sudden shift in her fingers’ movements made you yell out, "you, abby," your words punctuated by cries of pleasure.
her fingers, now confined within your tight grip, sensed the growing tension, the impending eruption, the imminent of your orgasm. "uh-huh, come for me," she ordered, "let me hear who’s making a mess of you."
the warnings of your impending release came with fervor, each thrust hastening to the inevitable snap of the tightening band in your abdomen. then when it did, a cry rang out, loud and clear, as her name left your lips in tandem with your essence painting her features. in this haze of euphoria, you suddenly find a sense of clarity, wondering how in all worlds did you end up in this situation, in the arms— or rather the mouth of your boss?
it’s rather short lived, quickly fading into a hazy blur. you threw your head back as her eyes closed, savoring the taste of your ecstasy with a hum, helping you through your orgasm until your body laxs.
withdrawing her fingers, abby admired the sight of your juices clinging to them, a testament to her efforts. a satisfied smile stretches across her face as she reveled in the knowledge that she had brought you to such heights.
she licks them clean, feeling a rush of gratification that only you can provide. releasing her fingers with a soft pop, her lips make way and pave along the curve of your hip, leaving a trail of wet, sticky kisses behind as she moves up to stand before you. “such a good girl..” she mumbled against your skin. you lift yourself up with your elbow, taking a moment to catch your breath, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm that has left you momentarily speechless. you couldn't help, but notice abby’s disheveled appearance as well. untangled, her hair strays from its famed braid, now flowing around her face like a cascade of waves.
but before you could comment on the sight, she claims your lips in a tender, sweet kiss, her hands cupping your face. the connection was brief, and when she pulled away, a grin lit up her features. without another word spoken, she unclothes herself, revealing herself in all her glory. you knew she worked out, but goddamn, did she work out! the determination to achieve the physique showed immensely. in your admiration, you felt the apple of your cheeks warm up, causing you to look away.
"don’t go shy on me, babe," she chided playfully, repositioning your face to meet hers. she seals the deal with another kiss pushing you down gently onto the desk. "lay back f’me, ‘kay?"
with a nod, you comply, watching as the corded muscles in her arms flex as she moves into position, lifting your leg. a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she placed a tender kiss on your ankle, making her soft chuckle fill the air in return before she securely set your leg on her shoulder.
the moment your wet folds connected, a guttural moan escaped her lips. the sensation was everything she craved, wasting no time in starting a vigorous grinding motion. as she ruts back and forth, she can’t help but mutter curses under her breath, lost in her own pleasure. "fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good." she hisses, throwing her head back. the raw intensity of her emotions written clear as day on her features.
her concentration nearly falters when she glances down, and the sight that met her eyes threatened to make her cum on the spot. the image of your hair spread out across the desk, your bouncing breasts with every upthrust combined with the feeling of your warmth against hers drove her to near insanity.
abby swore she had to be on the edge of a near-death experience, or some type of dejà vu as she gazed upon you in awe, swearing that you resembled a goddess straight out of a mythology book she had once read. though the memory of the goddess’s name was just out of reach, abby couldn't shake the feeling that she had personally seen a painting she once visited come to life in front of her very own eyes.
your hair, freed from its usual up do, was now cascading around your head and spilling off the edge of the desk like an ebony waterfall. your body, unrestrained, was a breathtaking display of femininity. each heaving breath caused your breasts to sway gently, your nipples hardened in anticipation. the way your skin glistened with a thin film of sweat only added to the captivating tableau.
in that moment, abby could almost imagine you as a divine muse from an ancient myth, a vision of beauty and desire. if she didn't snap herself back to reality, the mere sight might have been enough to send her hurtling toward an orgasm. but she had other plans, and she was determined to make them happen.
without warning, abby leaned down, her left hand resting beside your head to brace herself. as her mouth wrapped over one of your taut nipples, her tongue danced over the sensitive bud. simultaneously, her free hand kneaded your other breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. your hips bucked involuntarily, meeting her thrusts, and for a moment, it stuttered her pace, a low moan escaping her lips.
"fuck—baby, don't—don't do that," she pleads, filthy groans slipping pass her lips as her hand slides down to your hip, holding you firmly in place as her engorged clit pulsated with building intensity. she was determined to make you cum before she did.
your whispered invocation of her name caused her to glance up at your flushed, disheveled appearance. the sight was a temptation she couldn't resist, and crashed her lips against yours, the feverish kiss mirroring the urgency of your coupling. the closeness and ferocity of both embraces unconsciously synced your movements, hips rocking in unison.
"fuck! abby, i’m gonna cum, please!" your gasps grew heavier and staccato, your forehead pressing against hers as her pace quickened, breaths entwining. normally, abby would step in and reprimand her employees for behaving too freely when seemingly having too much fun. however, in this moment, she actively encourages it, the atmosphere brimming with an intense hunger for it.
"i know, baby, i know." abby's hand found your cheek, stroking it soothingly as if trying to appease your mind to allow what’s inevitable. "cum for me—cum with me," she pants, her pace faltering as she reached her zenith. her arms enveloped you, her hair acting as a curtain around the two of you. guiding you through your release, the slick of your shared pleasure coated your entwined bodies.
once over, abby’s rhythm ceased, and she collapsed on top of you, utterly spent. the weight of the night's passionate encounters bore down, leaving the two of you entwined in the afterglow.
in the act of catching your breaths, it gave abby post-nut clarity. her cheeks reddened, overwhelmed with shame for her past behavior, guilt gnawing at her insides as she realized how much of an ass she had been. it makes her get up, promptly making you sit up, confused.
with a shaky breath, she pushed her hair behind her ear, an expression that was nothing like her usual confident self. "look," she began hesitantly, her voice strained as she struggled to find the right words. unable to meet your gaze, she continued, "i’m sorry for everything. i've been having these feelings, feelings i-i don't even know how to process about you, but i... just wanted to say that i'm sorry for being such an asshole. it was pathetic."
finally, she looked at you, her lips laced in a pout. her confession took you by surprise, leaving you speechless. it was a side of abby you never saw, apologetic.
“asshole is an understatement.” you finally say, laughing softly, an attempt to alleviate the tension in the air, yet it brought no amusement to the receiver. with a quick gulp to clear your throat, you question, “what kind of feelings?” tilting your head to one side.
abby's mouth forms into a tight smile at your lighthearted comment. "they're romantic feelings," she confessed, taking a step forward. she knew the likelihood of your response, but nonetheless continued. "i wasn't lying when i said 'i love you’… but if you don't—" she let out a shaky exhale, the next words stinging. "I'll understand."
unable to suppress an oncoming smile, you take the sight of the usually tough-as-nails abby anderson, now a softie. taking for a moment before responding with a soft voice that leaves abby confused, "you look pretty like this.”
"what?"
"yeah, you should wear your hair down when we go on a date."
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Synopsis: Sevika becomes infatuated with the pretty barista who makes her morning coffee, and you can't stop thinking about the older woman who fixes the vents at your work and has begun to appear every time you're working.
mdni | content: g!p Sevika, stalking, panty theft, boot riding, dry humping, oral sex, vaginal squirting and fingering, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, praise kink, pet names, coercion, obsessive/possessive behavior, subspace, creepy Sevika (kind of), dacryphilia, dom/sub undertones, age difference (major, twenty years), breeding kink,
Pairing: Blue-collar worker! Sevika x barista!reader
a/n: apologies I took so long :(, but I am here with this request fic, my favorite so far from Sevika, and I loved writing it !! this is 8.3K words so long sorry :( but have fun reading !!! feel free to send me more requests or fic ideas.
Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers.
It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you.
And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you.
Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours.
Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing.
But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.”
Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice.
You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”
Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you.
Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone.
“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down.
The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”
“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”
You nod, “Are you still working?”
“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger.
When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”
Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”
Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”
“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”
Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”
“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”
“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside.
You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.
Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate.
By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes.
Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.
When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck.
You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.
Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different.
And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home.
On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day.
When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.
When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans.
She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.
And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans.
She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft.
Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her.
Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”
And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.
Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’
The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.”
Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.
She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good.
She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum.
“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”
She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”
“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”
And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around.
For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely.
The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.
You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck.
An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body.
Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”
You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.”
Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”
Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”
“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.
In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”
“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”
“Y/N?”
You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”
“I’ll be right there, doll.”
Doll. Doll.
You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet.
She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine.
It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.
You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”
She smiles, and god, she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”
She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”
You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.”
“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.
She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air.
When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw.
You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”
Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you.
You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter.
Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper.
“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera.
You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted.
“I…I’m so s–”
And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue.
Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”
She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?”
Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”
A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears.
Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”
And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.
You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her.
The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko.
“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up.
You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”
“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables.
It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside.
Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”
She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”
You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.
“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”
“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her.
“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”
You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger.
The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”
Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”
Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt.
You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”
Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”
You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”
“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin.
“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”
And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”
You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table.
“Very small,” Sevika grumbles.
“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”
She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.
You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem.
You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”
“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket.
Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”
She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”
My doll. My doll. My doll.’
Mydoll.
Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words.
“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”
You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine.
Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”
“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter.
She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt.
Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.
Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room.
Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear.
You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin.
Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh.
The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.
Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”
You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down.
A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks.
Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”
Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”
Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery.
And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”
“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”
Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”
You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.
“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile.
“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”
And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.
Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”
A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers.
Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh.
“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”
Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”
“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”
Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”
And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her.
It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.
You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back.
Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy. Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.
When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons.
Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor.
Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”
Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.
Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure.
“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.
Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”
She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”
You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts.
You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy.
“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.
A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth.
“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.
A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.
You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”
Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them.
Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.
“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.”
Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”
Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.
You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you.
“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach.
She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.
“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping.
“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass.
Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.”
And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you.
Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into.
The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.
“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you.
“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.”
Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”
Oh, god.
Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening.
Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full.
Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching.
Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear.
After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”
“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild.
She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.”
You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”
You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin.
You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months.
a/n: 8.3k words again lol, I love when my work gets a little longer cause it makes me feel a little proud!! But I hope the smut makes up for the background info lol !! ty for reading :P
♡₊˚ ──── 2.8k . coworker!ellie x femme!reader . reader is tired & lonely & annoyed & done with the world , ellie has the magical ability to turn u into a shy subby mess , ellie is also really annoying , praise kink , oral sex & fingering ꒰ r.rec ! ꒱, dacryphilia , vv mild degradation & condescending praises , like . . . undertones . . . of dumbification / babying , cuddling & aftercare <3
𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ part two of coworker!ellie, requested by a lovely nonnie <3
"can i go to bed early tonight? or should i be expecting another midnight text?"
your narrowed sideways glance at ellie reveals her widening smirk. you hang your head low, a soft sigh falling from your lips. the last thing you need at this moment is that expression on her face. you absolutely don't need the conflicting feelings it arises in you, like the sour irritation and the mortifying need. there's a tightness in your chest, aching away at this very moment.
the worst part is that the ache doesn't leave when ellie does.
maybe, it even gets worse. seeing her now, at the end of the workday with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder, you wish she were doing anything but reminding you about last night on her way out the door.
every excuse you can think of is flimsy, and you've tried all day to pretend she isn't right when she accuses you of being sad and lonely at home.
"well— i had a genuine question," you mutter, more defeated now.
there was a moment of weakness last night — at exactly eleven minutes past twelve — your thumbs slowly, delicately caressed each letter of her name on your phone's keyboard, and hit send. and it was not until the haziness had finally disappeared fifteen minutes later that you realised how strange it is to text somebody their own name and nothing else. how strange it is for you to ask for someone.
almost like you needed her.
embarrassment clung to you immediately, and you of course attempted to wave it off by asking her something work related, but the damage was done.
ellie was amused.
thankfully, she doesn't have your perspective.
if she knew what was really going on in that hour, you aren't sure what she'd do. if she had your perspective, and knew what you did to yourself with her name in mind, and if she saw the messages you drafted but never sent to her, she would have some grandiose reaction, though you aren't sure in what way.
"i know you're a hard worker, darling, but you weren't actually sitting on excel at midnight, were you? you know you can talk to me if you're lonely . . . i'm actually kinda nice to talk to, in fact."
ellie's voice grows closer, but you refuse to look up from your desk, and you're still surprised when her hand suddenly moves slowly over your shoulder.
"don't be a stranger. just remember that."
there's that tightness around your heart again, combined with the not-so-subtle movement of your thighs pushing together. ellie's hand pauses then, very suddenly, and you feel heat rising from your lower stomach and all the way into your face. the office clock ticks away in the silence until she takes a very slow, deep, intentional breath and pulls away, your neck tingling in the wake of her presence.
you could have melted right there. and it seems like she knows that.
not once have you taken up ellie's offer of sending a text when you feel lonely. you haven't slipped up once in the weeks since that day, you've been as strong as you can — unfortunately, the more you've tried to stonewall her, the shakier your resolve has become. it's weakened you more than anything.
it's more than wanting to text ellie now. it's turned into nights of hovering over the call button. these sleepless nights have only further contributed to your hopeless need, making it harder to pretend you don't want to give in. ellie doesn't have to push hard. every offer she makes, you come closer to taking it.
five o'clock hits. you should be packing up right now so you can beat the rush on public transport. but ellie always lingers after work and lately, you don't want to be the first one to leave the office.
and with you not even trying to look busy, it's stupidly obvious what you're doing.
you jump to attention as a hand waves in front of your face, silver rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting.
"you've been staring at your computer this long, and haven't even noticed the screensaver pop up . . ?"
"no, i'm . . . i'm meditating."
"ah, right." ellie chuckles. "of course you were — and i'm sure you must be feeling very zen right now, considering it looks to me like you were 'meditating' all day. you weren't slackin' off, were you? i mean . . ."
you flinch the moment she makes contact with your upper back, hand resting over your blouse. you know she notices — she seems to hesitate for a short moment before resuming the trail she was taking to the back of your neck. like she knows how delicate this matter is; like she's learned that you need a gradual introduction to her power and to avoid startling you.
when she continues to push the limits and test how far she can take her teasing, it gets easier for her to do so. a month ago, you might've slapped her hand away. what tells ellie she's got you now is the slow turn of your head, your eyes not narrowed, for once, but doe-like; looking up at her standing form with need simmering inside.
you deflate, body battling between the urges of shrinking into yourself and melting against her. the touch, warm and comforting, guiding and gentle, does not match the judgement on her face. her lips are sewn together in a straight line as her eyes tear you apart, and you freeze the moment they catch yours.
"i wasn't," you mumble. it's pathetic, but it's all you can say through the dryness of your throat.
"yeah, i mean, something's definitely wrong if i'm doing more work than you for once. so i sure hope you're alright . . ."
"you did not do more work than me." you try to scoff, the sound coming quiet and disjointed as you look away from ellie. "mind your business."
"your business is my business. we work together. dummy." she laughs. her hand leaves your neck, not before giving one last light squeeze. and you miss the touch, regrettably. "i was gonna say i don't mind picking up some of your slack, actually, along with some other stuff — you know, like compliments. might keep that to myself now, since you don't wanna hear it."
"well— n-no. 'm a big girl, i don't need you to tell me i'm doing a good job."
you stand, heels digging into the carpet as you finally kick into gear and begin to gather your items.
"i'm sure." ellie leans back, her hips against your desk, still leering at you with investigative eyes. "didn't mean to piss you off."
"well, you did."
"yeah. i'm getting that."
you can still feel those eyes on you. around you. under your skin. in your clothes.
and the air is cold, one side of your bed empty as always. the goosebumps on your bare shoulders leave you so much more vulnerable to thinking about ellie.
she's worked hard on getting you to this point — though, she didn't have to try this hard, honestly, you've been struggling to keep your feelings at bay for a long time now — and yet, you're still shocked when your phone pings and her name is on the screen.
at nine o'clock.
ellie: i think you should know i'm serious when i ask you to call me if you need anything.
the words blur, the bright screen in the dark of your room burning your eyes. those aren't tears. well . . . they were tears, but you rub them out quickly.
another message slides onto the screen before you even think to reply.
ellie: and i didn't mean to be so condescending earlier. you're really tricky to figure out. you won't take compliments. can't you make this a little easy for me?
you let out a deep breath, practically throwing your phone against the mattress in defeat. what does she want from you? is it the same as what you crave from her?
will this complicate things?
giving in is the easiest thing you have done in years. hitting the call button takes zero effort.
"yes, darlin'?" she answers quickly, the satisfied smirk on her face audible down the line. it doesn't irritate you as much as it does arouse you.
everything flies out quite suddenly, surprising both yourself and ellie, but you can't stop. and the more you speak, the more relief you feel.
"it's just— you're really annoying. like, really annoying. and i worked so hard to get this fucking position just to deal with you distracting me all the time. i can't get a grip. i've been so good at never needing anybody and then you— you."
the covers fly off your body as you get out of bed, beginning to pace the halls of your home, and your rant continues as you only get more heated.
"you know exactly what you're doing. and it is cruel. what, were you born with the ability to read minds or something? do you think it's funny embarrassing me the way you do? i don't need— i don't want your praise. i don't want you to handle things for me. so why? why do you keep trying?"
silence fills the space you were hoping ellie would speak in. and that absence of her voice feels so agonising.
and finally, you give in. for real, this time.
calling her was the first step. that was a test of temperature, just the tips of your toes touching the water. now you are going to jump in.
"i think the most frustrating thing is that you have waited this long for me," you mumble. "y'know that just makes me feel like being even more stubborn. it makes me need you in the worst way."
"in what way? talk."
you purse your lips together, leaning against a wall.
"i need you," you say. your voice trembles. "i need you to fuck me. i need you because . . . i just need everything to go away, all the work stuff and the news and everyone outside, 'n i know you could do it. you make it feel like it's just us."
as you take a breath to keep going, she cuts in.
"i see, darlin'. let me come do that for you. we'll fix it."
"i just need a hug," you say, breathless. the prospect of ellie coming to save you doesn't scare you anymore. it livens you.
you get that hug. as soon as her knuckles meet your door, you open up and take her with open arms. you get that hug and you get even more than that, as ellie makes good on all her promises.
kisses. tender pecks from plump lips, on yours and your body. kisses in places that lips haven't ventured in years, hands surprising you with leisurely touches; no rush at all, but lots of appreciation.
"please be nice to me," you whisper, with no choice but to rest your hands on her shoulders, caged in against the wall. your fingers grasp at her white blouse, heartbeat in your ears.
"i am nice," ellie scoffs, pinching your waist. "i'll be nice. i've got you, don't worry anymore. don't think. just don't. i'll take it from here."
her hand rises to your cheek, cradling so gently that you feel like collapsing. you might've if she weren't here, holding you.
"i— okay." you nod meekly, no longer avoiding her eyes. "okay."
"good girl. good. the only thing you need to do right now is show me to the bedroom, yeah?"
ellie's practically taken your independence and made it drip out of you. being docile feels so much safer. nodding your head and holding her hand up the stairs feels comfortable.
"this is a pretty little slip," she comments, pinching the silk hem between her fingertips and lightly tugging from behind. "do you always wear things like this?"
"oh, yeah . . . i, um, i like 'em."
"makes you feel as hot as you look?"
you shy away, a change in your usual demeanour that is so welcome to ellie. it's adorable.
in the doorway to your room, her hand on your hip pulls you against her side, and her lips graze your blistering temple.
"let's lay you down."
you climb onto your bed, the mattress dipping below your weight. ellie follows shortly after, catching your lips with hers on the way down and helping you settle amid your pillows.
it doesn't feel scary. her cold fingers gliding across your bare stomach, pushing up the nightie, even giving your breasts a light and experimental squish, it's not even a little disturbing. you'd sworn off letting someone have you like this. but you trust ellie. it feels so easy to.
"that's right, just let me take care of you," she murmurs, crawling in between your legs. cool air hits your pussy as she pulls your panties to the side, ellie whispering a curse at the little twitches of your body and the shimmer of your wet skin. "fuck. poor thing, how long have you been this fucking needy for?"
you shrug, pulling your lip between your teeth over the mere sight between your thighs — the tip of her nose brushes over your pelvis, the softest of kisses laid upon your clit. it's nothing, yet your head falls back onto your pillow, your hand curls into a weak fist at your side.
you feel her chuckle against your skin, the sound gravelly. "oh, you're real cute, huh? you're as sensitive as a first timer."
you try to shake your head, not defiant, but shy, and ellie places her hand over your fist, holding tight.
"relax for me, baby. m'gonna treat you good."
wet warmth envelops your cunt, her tongue trailing up and down in a slow, precise manner. it leaves you gasping, voice a little hoarse. when she focuses quick flicks over your clit, thick tears clump in your lashes, caught before you can blink them away. she eyes you from below, hooded gaze drinking you in.
"awwh, baby . . . " she sighs, a smile in her tone. "don't look away!"
"mm, i can't look," you whimper in a mousy voice.
there's something renewed in her efforts down below, her head tilting to rest on your inner thigh as she sucks and kisses your swollen bud — making out with your pussy — almost desperate to see those shiny eyes of yours again.
"you fucking taste so sweet," she groans, her thumb running languid circles over your clit as she speaks. "look at me. you want me to keep going?"
you whine her name, hands tensing as you hold back the instinct to hide your face away. but she earns back the view of your begrudging, anxious face quickly contorting into pleasure yet again. and those eyes, welling up so easily . . .
she doesn't want to be too mean — well, she did swear she's nice earlier, and she needs that to remain true — but you haven't let go of enough yet.
and then you blink, and you look away again, and she can't make cruel demands too many times . . .
so, ellie sits up. her calloused fingertips prod at your entrance, hitching your breath instantly. "i think you need this instead, yeah? fast, babe?"
you fidget and flit, a high moan escaping you while you adjust to the filling of your cunt. and she isn't fast . . . until you open your mouth again, trying to speak.
you shriek, heavy pants falling out of your mouth as ellie thrusts her long fingers into you roughly, brushing over deep, spongey places you couldn't ever reach on your own.
"o-oh my god," you whimper, attempting to cover your face, to hide again from her stupid, evil, attractive smile.
but you can't. not with her leaning over you. her forearm digs into your stomach, keeping you in place and increasing the intensity of her every touch.
"good? tell me about it, darlin'."
"it's good," you say pathetically. not a single sound from your lips is controlled, a far cry from your typical self. "s-so good, m'so good. ellie, mmm— please, please."
"please what?" she prompts, fake sympathy dripping off the words, barely audible beneath the lewd squelching of your pussy. "what do you need?"
"you," you sob. when did the tears start to stream down your cheeks? you never noticed 'til she kissed one away, too busy babbling and thrashing in her grip. "i just need you, ellie, it's so good and i should'a never pretended otherwise b-because—"
"i know, baby," she coos, and that's when the pressure is too much for you, an intense orgasm washing over your body. she keeps you restrained, only stopping to wipe all those pretty tears away when you start to shiver. "shh, i know. so proud of you."
your panties cover you once more, her hand fixing them back in place with a gentle pat over your cunt. all you do is lay your head upon her shoulder, eyes too heavy to open, be it from all the emotions or post-sex exhaustion hitting you like a freight train.
"you are a good girl," ellie murmurs, rolling onto her back with you in her arms. "i'll tell you that as many times as i have to."
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