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when the uconn women's 24-25 basketball team go to a katseye show after winning the national championship, a certain player catches megan's eye.
pairing: megan skiendiel x reader
warnings: strong language, sexual jokes, slow updates, sort-of a slow burn, some parts may be ooc (sorry), kys/kms jokes, pictures used for the reader is not meant to portray the actual reader, images are either from twitter or pinterest, do not pay attention to timestamps pls, timeline might be all over the place itâs my first time writing on here so bare with me lol
tags: crack, fluff, slight angst, miscommunication, basketball player reader, social media/text messages, semi-text
featuring: uconn womenâs basketball team, katseye, other wbb players (?), & possibly other idols (?)
status: ongoing
a/n: hi guy! first time not being just a reader on here lol i think smauâs are fun so i wanted to merge both my fixations into one! when i say i am new i am like a newborn baby. only things ive ever done is hit like, reblog, and follow LOL so pls be patient with me :)
âSo, am I the only one who thinks that flying to New York is a little extra? Not that Iâm complaining, but I thought theyâd throw the rest of us on the bus,â Y/N said, leaning back in her very comfortable airplane seat. âI mean, the flight is only an hour long.â
âPerks of P going number one. I love when her free stuff becomes ours,â KK said, already digging into the complimentary snack box. âYou see this, twin? This isnât fun-sized. This is a full-sized Kit Kat. This? Itâs luxury. Soak it all in while you can.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, but was amused by her friends antics.
âThink itâs too late to ask her to take a sixth year?â she asked.
âYes. It is.â Paige turned around from the seat in front of them with the kind of timing that suggested she had been listening the entire time. âJust keep grindinâ, children. Youâll make it.â
âYes, sugar daddy P!â
âNo.â
âSo Paige is buying drinks for the draft party pregame, right?â KK asked.
âWhen did I agree to that?â Paige shot back.
âP, youâre leaving us behind with Geno. Itâs the least you can do,â Y/N argued.
Paige sighed, already knowing theyâd use this excuse. âAlright, chill, damn. But Iâm serious, you two better not act like fools tomorrow night. I swear to God.â
The duo looked at her with matching innocent smiles. Paige knew that look very well. Lies. All lies.
âWorry about how youâre gonna keep your hands off Azzi in front of cameras instead,â Y/N added, smirking.
Paige paused and then turned back around fast.
âShut up.â
~
Somewhere else in the sky, the Katseye girls were also on a flight headed to the same city.
âGod, I canât wait for this week to be over,â Megan groaned.
âGirl, we havenât even touched the ground yet,â Lara replied. âPersonally, Iâm excited to see if your girlfriend replied to whatever you said.â
âOh trust me, Iâll be checking as soon as this flight lands.â
âYou know⊠I was doing some lurking last night.â
âAs you usually do.â
âIgnoring that. Anyway, your girl might be in New York tomorrow.â
âWait, what? How do you know that?â
âI was scrolling on my burner account and saw people talking about WNBA draft night. Iâm assuming the whole team will show up.â
âSo basically, we need to convince the WNBA that they need a halftime performance from us.â
âAnd do what⊠perform Gnarly at a formal event?â
Megan shrugged. âAs long as I get to see her.â
Lara snorted. âYeah, sure. Letâs tell a whole bunch of athletes theyâre gnarly and the shit.â
âHey, it can be pretty empowering.â
Before Lara could respond, the pilot came over the intercom announcing their descent. Meganâs stomach flipped, and not from turbulence, but from the realization she might actually be in the same city as Y/N.
~
After their short flight, the UConn girls landed in New York and gathered at the carousel for their checked bags. As they waited, a crowd started forming near the arrivals barricade, cameras already up and pointed.
Just as the team finished collecting their bags, the crowd exploded into screaming.
âHuh. Wonder whoâs here,â Y/N said.
âWell, whoever it is, Iâd hate to be them right now,â Azzi replied.
âYâall, we should dip before it gets too crazy,â Paige said.
But before they could move, the new arrivals were rushed past them by security. Everything was a blur. The chaos was so loud and fast they couldnât make out who the crowd was freaking out over. Just flashes of outfits and hair before the group disappeared around the corner.
One girl, who had been wearing her hood up, pushed it down as she passed. A streak of pink hair caught the airport lights.
Y/N froze for a second, eyes following the back of her head. A specific face flashed across her mind, but she shook it off immediately. No way.
She turned to her teammates. âLetâs get to the hotel then?â
And so, the girls headed out, completely unaware of how close their worlds had just gotten, and how much closer they were about to get tomorrow.
~
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a/n: hi guys! sorry itâs a little short :( after the katseye concert i got sick and lost my voice đ (i still donât have my voice actually uhhh) i just keep getting sick lately?? let me catch a break fr </3 but thing are starting to get silly yall!
AND GOD THE CONCERT WAS SO GOOD MY POST CONCERT DEPRESSION IS TERRIBLE RIGHT NOW I MISS THE GIRLS SOOOO MUCH
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a/n: apologies for making yâall wait ur girl was going through it LMAO life is so silly!! stay happy and healthy 𫥠hopefully i can get the next part out sooner than later đââïž
(this chapter is part text with photos at the end)
The UConn girls stood in line outside the venue, towering over nearly everyone around them. People kept glancing at the very tall group of women. Some out of curiosity, others clearly out of recognition.
âIâm so glad this venue has seats. Iâd be pissed if you giants were standing in front of me in a pit,â Kaitlyn said, crossing her arms.
âHey, we were born this way,â Jana replied.
Y/N stood off to the side, noticeably, and very uncharacteristically, quiet.
âYo, you good?â Paige asked.
âDefine good,â Y/N muttered.
âBro, Iâm sure Megan didnât think anything of the message,â Paige said. âThat girl definitely gets worse ones every hour.â
âWas that supposed to be comforting? Because it wasnât. Youâre comparing me to literal creeps.â
âChill, dude, youâre thinking too hard.â
âBecause we are literally meeting her and the other girls right after,â Y/N said, spiraling fast. âAnd I just know she told them about how weird I am and how she doesnât want to meet me and that I should just go home and stay away from her and that Iââ
Paige grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and started shaking her. âDude. Relax. Youâre always overthinking. Honestly, this isnât even the worst thing youâve done, so I donât know why youâre stressing. Remember when you tried getting with Nika?â
Y/N groaned in horror. âWhy would you bring that up?â
âBecause you tried to flirt with Nika, of all people. Nothing could be worse than that,â Paige said.
âCan we not? It was a moment of weakness. And I didnât actually have a crush on her! She was just, like, my local campus celebrity.â
âFine,â Paige said, smirking. âBut my point is that it could be worse. Megan probably thinks you were just messing around. I mean, you told her you didnât send the message, right?â
Y/N went silent. She did not clarify that KK was the one who sent the message.
âSoâŠâ
âY/N.â
âI forgot, okay?â Y/N blurted. âI read what KK sent and I just saw red! Itâs too late, dude. Sheâs left me on read for hours.â
âWell, she is performing in an hour,â Paige pointed out.
âWhatever. Iâm accepting defeat.â
Paige rolled her eyes at her friendâs dramatics and slung an arm around her shoulder. âCheer up. Letâs enjoy the show, okay? You can think about how weird you are to Megan later.â
âFuck you,â Y/N muttered, âbut okay.â
Finally, the girls made it inside the venue and found their seats toward the front.
The second the lights dimmed and Katseye took the stage, Y/Nâs jaw dropped. Their stage presence was insane. Even the teammates who had just discovered them that morning were captivated.
When the opening notes of Gabriela hit, Y/Nâs heart started pounding.
Then came Meganâs soloâshe caught Y/Nâs eyes and smirked.
Right before turning around, she threw a wink in Y/Nâs direction.
Y/N froze on the spot.
âDid yâall see that?â KK shouted.
âNo way that just happened,â Kaitlyn said.
âMegan definitely looked at Y/N,â Azzi added, grinning.
Y/Nâs knees buckled, and Paige had to steady her before she hit the floor.
âOh, you are not gonna be good later, dude,â Paige said, laughing.
The concert went on, and Megan kept sneaking glances toward their section. By the end of the show, Y/N could barely stand.
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a/n: short little update for you all! hope u enjoy :)
(this chapter is part text with photos at the end)
It was the day of UConnâs team trip to New York City, and the bus was loud.
After a long night of watching the entire Pop Star Academy documentary and YouTube compilations of funny moments, the girls finally called it a night to get some sleep before the long day ahead of them.
Y/N, on the other hand, had two Red Bulls running through her system and was bouncing off the walls.
Katseye had released their EP the same night, along with two music videos for Gnarly and Gabriela. Refusing to go into the concert without knowing every song on the setlist, Y/N stayed up memorizing lyrics and trying to learn the choreography. She gave up after realizing she could not throw it back or do the helicopter hands.
By the time the team bus pulled away from campus, most of the girls were already half-asleep. At least, that was the case until Y/N took control of the bluetooth and immediately started blasting Beautiful Chaos.
âCome on, ladies! Yâall need to study up on my girls before tonight!â she shouted, marching up and down the aisle, earning several groans.
Paige pulled her hoodie over her face. âBro, chill. Itâs eight a.m. How do you have this much energy? We left your place at one.â
Y/N grinned proudly. âI got a solid hour of sleep and chugged two Red Bulls for breakfast. Iâm thriving.â
Azzi muttered sleepily, âThey have like ten songs, Y/N. Weâll catch up.â
âI like the songs so far, Y/N!â Morgan said cheerfully.
âOh, Morgan, this is why youâre my favorite freshman,â Y/N declared dramatically.
âWhat the hell? You said I was your favorite!â Sarah shot back from across the aisle.
âAnyway,â Y/N continued, ignoring her, âlet me read you all the bios of each member off Kpop Profilesâbut remember theyâre not Kpop!â
She reached for her phone in her pocket, but it started to vibrate like it was possessed.
âDamn, Y/N got bitches like that?â KK teased, leaning over the seat.
âBro, chill. My phoneâs getting so many notifications itâs lagging,â Y/N said, staring at the screen in confusion.
âDude, I told you to update that thing,â Paige said flatly.
In the back of the bus, Kaitlyn scrolled through Y/Nâs socials to figure out what was going on. The moment she saw a familiar name, her jaw dropped.
âUm, Y/N? You might want to check this out,â she said cautiously.
Y/N hurried over, half-expecting the worst. âWhat happened? Did fans find my old Wattpad account or something?â
âWhat? No! But weâre talking about that later,â Kaitlyn replied, snorting. âBut look.â
On her screen was a tweet: âcongratulations!!!â Simple and harmless. Except it was from Megan Skiendiel of Katseye.
âMegan fucking Skiendiel from Katseye replied to my tweet?â Y/N gasped, voice cracking halfway through her sentence.
âNot only thatâŠâ Kaitlyn turned her phone again, showing a fan screenshot of Megan now following Y/Nâs account.
Y/N took a deep breath, clutched her chest, and whispered, âI think Iâm going to throw up.â Her knees wobbled.
Paige sat up instantly. âWhoa, bro, you good?â
âYo! A member of Katseye followed and tweeted at Y/N!â KK announced to the whole bus.
The reaction was instant.
âDamn, Y/N pulled!â Ice yelled.
âShe didnât even have to try,â Sarah added, laughing.
âImagine Megan seeing your unhinged tweets,â Paige muttered.
âShe already did!â KK cackled.
Y/N sank into her seat, face buried in her hands. âI am not real. This is not real.â
For the rest of the trip, she sat silently at her seat, blankly staring out the window. Beautiful Chaos was still playing through the speakers.
âCan we please change the music?â Ice groaned.
âNo,â Azzi said firmly. âShe needs this right now.â
By the time they arrived in NYC, their first stop was the LEGO Store.
The team split up to explore the store, but Paige, Azzi, Kaitlyn, and KK stuck with Y/N, who was still dazed over the situation.
A LEGO employee cautiously approached. âUm, hi! Do you need help finding anything?â
Y/N slowly looked up with wild eyes. âYeah. My sanity.â
KK wheezed, nearly doubling over, while Azzi grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and steered her away. âSorry about her, sheâs going through something.â
âOkay, dude,â Azzi said once they were out of earshot. âLock in. This is supposed to be our special day in the city with the team, remember?â
âSorry. Youâre right. I just donât feel real right now. Iâll get it together,â Y/N muttered, rubbing her temples.
Paige leaned against a shelf. âYou should reply to her. Or DM her, since yâall are mutuals now.â
âI am not sliding into Meganâs DMs,â Y/N protested.
âIt doesnât have to be flirting,â Kaitlyn offered. âJust tell her youâre a fan.â
Y/N sighed and stared down at Meganâs reply again. Before she could decide what to say, KK snatched her phone out of her hands.
âDude! What the hell are you doing?â Y/N yelped, reaching for it.
âIâm helping you out!â KK said with a grin, fingers flying across the screen.
âKK, donât you dareââ
âToo late,â KK sang, hitting send and handing the phone back. âYouâre welcome.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened as she read what KK had written. âIâm going to fucking kill you Kamorea Arnold.â
KK ran off while the others crowded around to peek at the screen, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
âOh, this concert is going to be interesting,â Kaitlyn said, shaking her head.
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a/n: thank u for all the love and patience! hereâs an update :) i started my new job so iâll get a little more busy as i adjust but my goal is a new chapter every week!! once again PLSSS ignore the release timeline of beautiful chaos đ itâs also been a hot minute since i wrote like this for a fanfic LOL hope u enjoyed!
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a/n: guys i swear the girls will appear soon! for story purposes beautiful chaos came out right after gnarly đ thereâs been a few ppl i tried adding to the taglist but for some reason their acc doesnât pop up so idk if thatâs an issue on my end or bc of a user setting? :( idk but sorry iâll keep trying if anything changes đ taglist is still open tho! and i have already reached over 100 notes omg?? thank you all for tuning in :)
edit: ok nvm guys i think the mentions are working now LOL
when the uconn women's 24-25 basketball team go to a katseye show after winning the national championship, a certain player catches megan's eye.
pairing: megan skiendiel x reader
warnings: strong language, sexual jokes, slow updates, sort-of a slow burn, some parts may be ooc (sorry), kys/kms jokes, pictures used for the reader is not meant to portray the actual reader, images are either from twitter or pinterest, do not pay attention to timestamps pls, timeline might be all over the place itâs my first time writing on here so bare with me lol
tags: crack, fluff, slight angst, miscommunication, basketball player reader, social media/text messages, semi-text
featuring: uconn womenâs basketball team, katseye, other wbb players (?), & possibly other idols (?)
status: ongoing
a/n: hi guy! first time not being just a reader on here lol i think smauâs are fun so i wanted to merge both my fixations into one! when i say i am new i am like a newborn baby. only things ive ever done is hit like, reblog, and follow LOL so pls be patient with me :)
contains. smut, "unrequited" love trope, porn with plot
notes. #gooncity. not proofread and i got super lazy about halfway through so there's no like real lead up to the smut lmfao sorry. don't think too hard just vibe!! named after tilt by irene and seulgi đ
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you hum quietly to yourself, flipping the pancake youâre making to the perfect golden brown side.
youâve got a nice stack going on, on a plate on the counter beside the stove. the kitchen smells like a buttery, vanillaây heaven. thereâs a bit of a mess of ingredients and utensils, since you made the batter from scratch on a whim, but it should be nothing your roommates canât handle cleaning upâ only fair since you went through the trouble of cooking.
suddenly, there are arms looping around your waist and someoneâs front pressing up against your back, warm, but you donât flinch. she rests her chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into you sleepily, curly brown hair tickling the skin on your neck. âare any of those for me?â she asks.
âno,â you joke. azzi laughs sweetly, and the sound sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
youâve known them both since you and azzi were freshmen and paige was a sophomore. you met azzi first on the first day of classes, sitting next to each other by chance in a math lecture, and she introduced you paige. soon enough, it was like you were an honorary member of the team.
midâsecond semester of your junior year, the three of you decided to shack up together in an apartment for the summer, because why not? you all get along, youâre all clean and responsible, and with how often youâre over at their dorms during the school year, it was already kind of like being roomates, anyways.
admittedly, in the past, there were some⊠confusing feelings on your end. you were disappointed when you first learned that azzi had a girlfriend, having developed a crush as you got to know her, but when you met paige she was impossible to dislike. you immediately understood why azzi fell for her, just from how kind, welcoming, and funny she was. it didnât help that she was also crazy beautiful.
you felt sick when you realized that you were falling for paige, too. what the fuck was wrong with you? it was bad enough to be secretly harboring feelings for your friend, but then to like their partner as well? it was weirdâ you were weirdâ and it was all way too much.
you remember trying to distance yourself from them for a whileâ skipping the classes you had with azzi, avoiding parties you knew theyâd be at, staying the fuck away from werth and gampelâ but neither of them were having it. they hunted you down and confronted you, and were way too forgiving when you gave them some bullshit excuse about being busy and overwhelmed with schoolwork for weeks. they acted like it was nothing, comforted you when youâd started to tear up like you werenât the one ghosting them, and then took you to the dairy bar for ice cream.
but really, thatâs neither here nor there. itâs all behind you now. theyâre your friends and theyâre perfect for each other. with the right amount of thought, you can quell the butterflies, stop their fluttering. and so, your living arrangement is perfect. couldnât be better.
you and azzi continue to talk as she collects a couple of the pancakes onto a plate and drowns them in maple syrup. âthese are so good, y/n,â she says.
paige returns from her morning run a few minutes later, coming in through the front door. smelling the pancakes, the first thing she does is go to the kitchen and grab oneâ not even bothering with a plate or a forkâ and stuffs a bite into her mouth, groaning at the taste. âholy shitâ y/n, youâre the best,â she drawls, and then smacks a kiss to your forehead dramatically.
you scrunch up your nose and push paige away, pretending to be disgusted, but those butterflies start their fluttering again. âugh, neanderthal,â you chide playfully. âgo get a plate.â
itâs a good morning, a weekend with no one in a rush to get to the gym or a meeting of some sort. you fix yourself a plate, leaning against the counter, and the three of you just talk about whatever while eating sweet, soft pancakes.
âby the way,â azzi says. âweâre going to minnesota to see my family and go to the state fair next week.â
oh. anyone else would probably be elated to have the apartment they share with two other people all to themselves, but youâre a little sad. itâs not like youâre some kind of loser with no other friends to hang out with, but when theyâre away, the apartment feels empty. you find yourself really missing paigeâs obnoxious caterwauling singing in the shower every morning, gossiping with azzi, staying up all night with them on the game, sitting in while they go live on tiktok. they are your best friends, after all.
youâre just about to visibly deflate when paige speaks, âwe were wondering if you wanted to come with,â the blonde offers.
âreally?â you say, a little too quickly. âuh⊠actually, i donât know, guys.â
azzi frowns. âwhy not?â
âyeah, man, itâll be fun,â paige is quick to try and persuade you. âminnesotaâs way cooler than it sounds, i swear. the fairâs better than disneyland.â
you bite your lip, just feeling incredibly stupid. âi mean, thatâs your time to be together with your family,â you explain, looking down at the plate in your hands, avoiding your friendsâ gazes. âi donât wanna, like, intrude or anything.â
âdude, what?â
âthatâs crazy.â
they both rush to reassure you, speaking over each other.
âyouâre not intruding on anything. we want you to come.â azzi explains.
âyeah, and so does everyone else. katie literally asked when you were finally gonna come visit,â paige says. âjon and jose wanna hang out with you in person.â
âweâve been wanting to show you around minny for so long,â azzi adds. âevery other summer youâve been too busy with an internship.â
you donât know why youâre so surprised. youâve met both their families when they visited campus for games, even had dinners with them. you never got the impression that they disliked you then. you guess you just never expected them to⊠actually care.
it was a good morning. now, youâve ruined it, maybe.
but then come their voices again, warm, totally unconcerned, âcome with us, pretty please. weâre gonna miss you too much, itâll be so boring without you, weâll let you take the good seat on the planeââ
âokay. yeah, iâll go.â you agree, finally, and focus very intently on the tabletop, your halfâeaten plate of pancakes, the puddles of sticky maple syrup, instead of the way the two of them are beaming.
minnesota is great. warm, sunny, homey in a way, even though this your first time ever being here.
they were right about the state fair. you eat enough junk foodâ corn dogs and caramel apples and chilli cheese fries and cotton candyâ to kill a victorian child. go on so many rides you fear you wonât be able to keep said food down (itâs only by godâs grace that you do). now that youâre all back at the house, having had dinner with tim and katie and played video games with jon and jose, youâre dead tired, ready to call it a night.
the issue is, thereâs only one bed. the other rooms are occupied by azziâs siblings and parents. you offer to sleep out in the couch in the living room, or even to just take the floor, but paige and azzi insist that it would be unnecessary when the bedâs a queen and the three of you would fit just fine. itâs not a big deal, anyway, theyâd said, just sleep with us.
itâs a big deal to you, kind of. the weirdness of your feelings for the both of them aside, itâs just awkward to share a bed with two people that are in a relationship.
youâre sitting upright in the middle of the mattress, mulling over how exactly this is going to work (them on one side and you on the other? or you between them?), whilst azzi lays next to you reading, legs tangled together atop the sheets. paige is in the shower in the bathroom just a few feet away, the room filled with the scent of her lavender bodywash as humidity seeps in from the cracks of the bathroomâs door.
âhey,â azzi says, soft voice silencing the din of your thoughts. âyou alright?â
âmhm,â you nod, then yawn. âjust tired. i had a lot of fun today.â
that makes her smile, the sight causing a familiar warmth to flood your chest. she looks so pretty, wearing a tank top and cotton shorts to bed. âtold you so.â
âyeah, yeah. howâs your book?â
azzi snorts, âkind of shit, to be honest.â
you laugh at that, and she explains the horrid plot with a cringeâworthy male lead to you, in the middle of the defending herself that she picked it up lastâminute in the airport and usually wouldnât bother herself with such drivel, when you hear the water in the bathroom stop running.
paige steps out of the bathroom a few moments later, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her chest. âhey,â she says, observing you and her girlfriend curled up, wet hair sticking to her face, droplets of water running down her skin, going over to her suitcase because she hasnât bothered to actually unpack her clothes. âwhat yâall up to?â
and just like that, she drops the towel, reaching to unzip the suitcase.
ânothing, just reading,â azzi responds casually, because of course she does. paige is her girlfriend, itâs nothing she hasnât seen before.
you, on the other hand are, wellâ
flustered isnât the correct word. thatâs what a reasonable person would be, flustered by the sight of seeing one of their best friends naked for the first time.
you are hot all over, cheeks scalding. you canât stop your eyes from roaming over paigeâs bare formâ all her hard muscle contrases by the softness of her breasts, nipples a dainty pinkâ nor the saliva that begins to pool at the back of your throat, a familiar pressure growing between your legs. youâre aroused and it is shameful.
âhello? earth to y/n?â azziâs voice fades in, snapping you out of it.
you blink. âuh,â
paige snorts out a laugh, stepping into a pair of boxers, chest still out on display. âbro, thatâs crazy. i asked if the book was good.â
azzi laughs, too softly, looking thoroughly entertained, eyes glinting. âgot a little distracted there, huh?â one of her hands comes up to play in your hair, twirling a piece around her finger.
now, youâre hot for a different reason. âiâ i wasnâtâ itâs not even my book!â
the two of them just laugh again, exchanging looks, like they know something you donât.
âmaybe donât just walk around naked, you freak.â you retort defensively, in a rush, crossing your arms.
ânah, you liked what you saw,â paige presses. âadmit it.â
jesus, theyâre making fun of you. âi didnât.â
âdefinitely did,â paige finally pulls on a fucking sports bra and then flops down on the bed, joining you and azzi, landing on top of your tangled legs. both of you groan, but paige just laughs, relaxing there, damp hair still dripping, her weight heavy across your thighs. you make a face and shove at her shoulder halfâheartedly, but she doesnât budge.
âpaige, get off,â you grumble.
ânope,â she says, popping the p. sheâs smiling, and itâs infuriating, and god, you can feel the warmth of her skin even through the thin fabric of your shorts.
azzi laughs softly beside you, closing her book and setting it on the nightstand. âyouâre terrible,â she tells paige, but she doesnât sound like sheâs planning on rescuing you.
paige finally tilts her head up to look at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. âseriously, though,â she drawls. âyou were staring so hard, y/n. whatâs that about?â
your stomach flips. you shake your head, trying for nonchalance, but your voice comes out too sharp, too defensive: âitâs not about anything. i wasnât staring.â
âsure.â azziâs voice is warm, teasing, but thereâs a thread of curiosity under it. she shifts closer, resting her chin lightly on your shoulder, studying you. âyou know you donât have to lie to us, right?â
you swallow. the air feels too thick. both of them are watching you now, eyes steady, waiting.
paige softens, then, her hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. âhey,â she says quietly. âweâre not trying to make fun of you. we just⊠want you to tell us the truth.â
you should laugh it off. you should. instead, the words tumble out before you can stop them: âi like you. both of you. too much. itâs stupid.â
silence. your chest is heaving. you canât bring yourself to look at either of them.
then, azziâs hand slips into yours, squeezing tight. âitâs not stupid,â she murmurs.
your head jerks up in surprise, but before you can speak, paigeâs grin softens into something gentler, almost shy. âyeah. we kind of figured. and⊠weâ weâre into you, too.â
for a second, your brain goes blank. âyouâ what?â
azzi laughs under her breath, sounding a little nervous, her thumb rubbing soothing circles against your palm. âweâve been trying to figure out how to tell you without scaring you off.â
you look to paige, disbeliving, but she confirms it, shrugging, âyeah. weâve been kinda down bad.â
this is so overwhelming. this is everything youâve ever wanted.
ânot like you gave us a choice. those shorts you wore todayâŠâ paige says, shaking her head. âthe ones you wear to bed at home.â
sheâs talking about the denim cutâoffs you wore to the fair, lowâwaisted and ultra short, considering it was about a hundred degrees out, and the brandy melville sleep shorts that leave barely anything to the imagination.
âyouâre serious,â you whisper, as if saying it aloud will make it real.
âdead serious,â paige replies, shifting closer, her knee brushing yours.
azzi says, âwe wouldnât mess with you about something like this.â
then she tilts her head, watching your expression, searching. âcan iâŠ?â she asks gently, and you realize sheâs asking permission before she leans in.
your breath catches and you nod, barely. erh lips press against yours, slow, sure, unbearably sweet. the kiss tastes like mint toothpaste and the faintness of cotton candy from the fair hours ago, and it undoes you completely.
when she pulls back, paige is already propped on one elbow, eyes wide, hungry. âmy turn,â she says, voice lower, playful but trembling at the edges.
and then paige is kissing you, too, messier, more urgent. her damp hair tickles your cheek, her hand cupping your jaw to keep you there. you gasp into it, and she laughs against your mouth, pleased.
the look on your face, like you canât believe that this is real, that youâre here, and this is actually happening, tells them that youâre still hesitant.
so, they say, âlet us show you.â
they have you situated so that youâre laid back against azzi, whoâs sitting upright in the middle of the bed, with your legs spread and head tilted back to rest on her shoulder, your back pressed against to her front as she holds you. paige is kneeling between your legs, hands large and firm on your thighs.
you whimper when her tongue meets your clit, giving the bud a few firm licks. âtastes so good,â she hums before sucking it into her mouth, your body arching up in response, crying out. azzi plants her a firm hand on your abdomen, holding you down, making you take it.
paige is insanely skilled with her mouth, using her tongue to apply just the right amount of pressure, licking and sucking and prodding at your entrace until you see stars, hips rolling, chasing your high.
âoh, fuckâ iâm gonna cum,â you cry.
âgo ahead, baby,â azzi encourages you, voice silken. âjust let go. just like that, yeah, let it all out.â
you finish with a long keen, thighs shaking, heart hammering. paige laps all of it, humming against you in satisfaction, not stopping until sheâs gathered some in her mouth.
paige rises, hand gripping azziâs jaw, squeezing. immediately, azzi knows to open, full, pink lips parting so that paige can spit your cum into her mouth, moaning wantonly as the salty mixture of cum and saliva land on her tongue. she swallows most, the rest dribbling down her chin and making a mess of her. âgood fucking girl,â paige tells her, leaning down to kiss her.
you go limp, sated, sighing contently after the aftershocks of your orgasm subside. you crane your neck back, lips attaching to azziâs neck while she and paige make out.
but they arenât done with you yet.
azziâs hand is between your legs, massaging your overly sensitive clit, even as you hiss, squirming under the touch, and you hear paigeâs voice telling her, âi brought it, itâs in my bag.â
azzi asks you, âwant p to fuck you with her cock? hm?â
youâre still so sensitive, every stroke of her fingers making you twitch and wince, but your body betrays you, more arousal spilling out at the words. you bite your lip, nodding, and paige practically jumps to get off the bed and retrieve the strap.
âoh, âcourse you do,â azzi giggles, then leans in and kisses you, openâmouthed and sloppy as she continues her ministrations.
paige returns, equipped with the strap on her hips, climbing back onto the bed. she gets into position, claiming her place between your legs, brining the strap to your pussy. she teases at first, nudging azziâs fingers away to slide it through your folds, repeatedly bumping your clit until itâs gleaming with your arousal, before finally lining it up with your hole.
then, paige is pushing into you, stuffing you full with the strap. your eyes roll back, feeling it slide deep inside, your poor, spent pussy fluttering and clenching around it, and fuck, itâs so much, paigeâs hips pressed flush to the backs of your thighs, reaching into parts of you that have never been touched. you gasp when she drags it out just to slam back in, chest shuddering.
you grab onto azziâs bicep, nails digging into her skin, and sob pathetically. âgentle,â azzi reminds paige as she runs her hand over your stomach, soothing. her eyes are fixated on your body, entranced by the sight of your tight little hole stretching around paigeâs girth, the skin wrapped around it pulled taut. âso fucking pretty, baby,â she tells you, kissing your temple.
âsorry âbout that, mama,â paige squeezes your hips and pulls out slower this time, every inch of her cock dragging along your walls, and you moan through it. âbeen wanting this so long, canât help it. iâmma take care of you, though, i promise.â
she starts thrusting, steady and smooth, jostling your body up against azziâs with the force of it, little hiccups of pleasure falling past your mouth.
âfuckkk, az, you see that?â paige groans, watching as the silicone disappears inside you and comes back wetter each time, covered in you. âtaking it so good, shit.â
âthatâs right,â azzi coos into your ear, the hand connected to the arm youâr holding up to making itâs way up to your chest, squeezing one of your tits before tweaking your nipple, making you gasp. âso good for us. knew you would be.â
âperfect,â paige adds, continuing her thrusts, your whole body singing with pleasure. âabsolutely perfect.â
god, you can feel it already, your orgasm approaching. itâs hot, coiling deep in your gut, youâre so close.
âhâharder,â you moan, finding you voice. âplease, nâneed it so bad. need you to make me cum.â
paige grins, tightening her grip on your hips before picking up the pace, driving the strap into you with vigour, fast and hot and deep. you close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling, sounds spilling out of you, moaning and sobbing loudly without care.
azziâs hand moves from your tit, finding itâs way back to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves, adding to the building pressure inside you, something that wants to erupt out of you. and the two of them are talking, egging you on, voices overlapping, to the point that you canât who is who.
âgonna cum for us, baby? deserve it, been such a good girl.â
âgood fucking slut, câmon, give it to us. make us proud, baby, please.â
âpussyâs so pretty, fuck. youâre perfect.â
âjust like that, yeahâ yeah, cum all over this dick.â
youâre brought back to the precipice, cumming so hard, your whole body quivers, eyes screwing shut as your pussy spasms, and itâs hardest youâve finished maybe ever, pleasure ripping through you. your body pulses, cum ooozing out of you coating the strap.
when you open your eyes again, itâs because you feel it exiting your body, leaving you empty. paige gets rid of it, tossing it aside carelessly, and lets herself slump on top of the two of you, the three of you laying there, giggling in a pile.
and just like that, the bed feels both impossibly small and like the safest place in the world.
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could you write something on eating out big pussy!abby for the first time
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âË đ â Ë â§ Â Â some people just aren't into receiving, or at least that's what you think the problem is when it comes to the fact that your girlfriend of two months still won't let you make her feel good. until you accidentally catch her naked for the first time and suddenly you start to get an idea about what might actually be the problem.
đđđđđđđđ : Â Â explicit language and content, use of Y/N, no outbreak au (modern), established relationship, references to sex, enlarged clitoris (clitoromegaly), slight misunderstandings. sexual content: kissing, dry humping (once again, to quote madeline argy: BRING BACK DRY HUMPING), mentions of strap-ons and sex-toys, cunnilingus, cum eating. slight dirty talk. mentions of past bodyshaming, embarrassment
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đđđđđ : Â Â i mean i imagine her pussy to be an absolute meal in all my writing but this one really focus' on it. shout out to @onlyheluvsme for being the mvp of team big clit abby i highly recommend going through her masterlist for that it's... chefs kiss. ngl the smut is not my best but this has been fermenting in my drafts for like a week and showed no signs of getting better I'M SORRY. and finally, clitoromegaly is obviously nothing to be embarrassed by and i don't want anyone to take abby's shame/bad experiences in the past as me mocking the mutation but it is something others might not be as well educated about so i didn't want to pretend that doesn't happen. Â Â [ read on ao3 ]
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Admittedly, it takes a few times before you start to pick up on a recurring theme and when you do pick up on it? You donât just feel guilty but⊠Curious, and deep down⊠Disappointed.Â
Abby had wanted to take it slow and to her credit, you guys had only been officially dating for two months. Taking that into consideration with classes, part-time jobs and other college related things that meant you were both busy, it was understandable that she wanted to take it slow when you guys were able to see each other.Â
She was a gentleman, making sure to take you out on proper dates first â not just somewhere quick and then have her hand up your skirt on the car ride home but actual restaurants with recommended dishes and signature wines that just confused you. Sheâd kissed you properly for the first time in her apartment on date number three, a movie forgotten about in the background but even then, sheâd wanted to keep the pacing of your relationship slow.
But when you did start to get hot and heavy? God, it was good. So blindsightingly good you didnât notice that every time it seemed to always focus on you.Â
Climb on her lap? She readjusts you so youâre straddling her thigh instead and youâre so lost to the pleasure of your clit dragging against your panties and the hard muscle of her leg to pick up on it.Â
Your hand snakes down to try and touch her pussy? Sheâs got your wrists pinned above your head in one hand, your nipples caught between her teeth and her other hand rubbing fast circles against your clit before you know it.
It doesnât help that by the time youâre both in those situations, itâs late and when Abby finally decides sheâs pulled enough orgasms out of you â slick coating your thighs, sticky against your cunt, her chin shiny from where sheâd used her mouth on you and fingers still smelling of you even after sheâs sucked them clean obscenely in front of you â youâre too exhausted to even think about cleaning up, never mind returning the favor.
Which fucking sucks cause when you do realise you canât help but pout at how many opportunities youâve been robbed of seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head, to see what her pussy looks like as it quivers.Â
You were no stranger to pussy, itâs not like you wouldnât know what to do. In fact you were proud to say you were very much a giver in that you could spend all day between a girls thighs much like Abby has done for you previously.
Youâve dated other girls before that maybe werenât as keen on reciprocating and, given the circumstances, you assume at first that maybe thatâs what Abby thinks about you. You had just rolled over and gone straight to sleep (albeit after making her spoon you and wrapping her big, strong arms around you beforehand so youâd feel safe in your fucked out state) so it wasnât unreasonable to assume that she had assumed you were a pillow princess.
Respectfully to all pillow princesses, that misconception simply will not do.
So you try and subtly make it clear that you are very much interested in being a munch the next time Abby has you pressed into her sofa at her campus apartment, fingers buried knuckle deep inside your pussy, so wet you can hear every movement as she fucks you harshly. Abbyâs got her mouth on your neck, sucking dark marks at your collarbones that make you whimper and keen before soothing them with her tongue and soft kisses as her thumb strums over your clit.
âSo fucking pretty, baby, look at you swallowing my fingers so easily⊠Greedy little holeâs sucking me inâ The blonde hisses against your skin, having to use her other hand that was groping your tits roughly to keep your thighs open. Theyâre shaking, threatening to slam shut even with Abby lying between them and you whimper as you feel her fingers digging into the soft flesh.Â
Last time she left the prettiest bruises there, youâd spent days pressing your own touch to them just to feel the ache, an embarrassing wave of sadness coming over you when they started to fade. So maybe you purposely donât hold back from letting your thighs twitch and writhe so sheâs forced to hold you tighter, just so youâre maybe gifted with another reminder of her touch.
âPlease, please⊠Let me, I wannaâŠâ Itâs unclear what youâre begging for, to cum or to touch her. Youâre so close but not quite lost to the delirium Abby brings by orgasm number three so you take advantage of that, shaky hand coming out to grip at the butch womanâs jeans but faltering, instead clutching at whatever you can grab when her fingers start pounding at that gummy spot deep inside only she seems able to find as your vision starts to white out.Â
You can feel yourself clenching around her fingers, the sound of your weeping pussy obscene as she continues her relentless finger fucking. âShit, baby, youâre so.. Fucking.. Tightâ she grits the words out, chuckling when she looks at you beneath her with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching off the couch and your head thrown back so far. âYou coming? Gonna make a mess on the leather for me? Câmon, lets see how messy this pretty pussy can get for me, yeah?â
It doesnât take long after that, pussy squirting all over Abbyâs hand and dripping down your ass to the leather couch like Abby predicted, but even then she doesnât let up with her relentless torture of your clit and hole.
You try to grab at her jeans again, trying to unbutton them but she shakes her head, eyes wide for a split second before sheâs making soft coaxing noises, your hands pinned above your head again. âAll about you, babyâ Is all she murmurs against your skin, before she makes sure to send you over the edge again and again, effectively cutting off any urgency in completing your task.
The next time you try and focus on Abby, try to make it clear you want to reciprocate is when the two of you are watching a movie at her apartment, your body lazily thrown over her and your head resting in the crook of her neck and your arms tossed around her.
Slowly your attention drifts from the screen, bored by some adaptation of a historical-fiction book Abby read but youâve never heard of. Your lips slowly trail down her neck, featherlight kisses pressed to her collarbones as one of your arms drops and begins to drift below the blanket sheâd pulled out to keep you both warm.
Abbyâs attention is still on the film, still pointing out changes they made from the book to the movie but you know the moment she realises where your hand has gone. You feel her reaction more than see it, how her breath catches and her body stiffens. Your hand immediately stops tracing her crotch, teasing line drug along her slit over the fabric of her basketball shorts.Â
âSorry, I didnâtâ I shouldnât..â You pull your hand away quickly, your apology rushed and face hot from embarrassment.Â
âWe should, um.. We should focus on the film, yeah?â Abby says after some consideration, and you just wanna hide in embarrassment and shame because she clearly didnât like that.Â
You miss how she clenches her thighs together, mistake her heart racing for being out of panic and try to ignore the failed attempt at seducing your girlfriend when she has you bent over the sofa a few hours later on her strap in the low light of her living room, cooing in your ear about how pretty you look dripping down her cock.
Maybe you come to the conclusion Abby might be a stone butch, a touch-me-not, whatever the hell you wanna call it. Because she seems to shy away with every advance you make to try and reciprocate.Â
You get it if that is the case but canât help but feel like that should have been mentioned, communicated in some way so you didnât feel so⊠Weird about it. Sue me, you think, is it so wrong to want to touch your girlfriend? Your incredibly attractive girlfriend? No, surely not.
You wouldnât exactly say itâs a deal breaker, you like Abby a lot. Even in the little amount of time you both have been together already, sheâs amazing and not just physically â although that is certainly a perk.Â
Sheâs thoughtful, caring, she makes sure to check in with everyone (seemingly knowing everyone on campus). She always sends a good morning and a good night text, even when sheâs deep in her study sessions or writing papers. She makes sure all your dates are ârealâ ones, even if itâs just going to her apartment to make dinner cause she wanted to make sure you didnât feel like you were being used for your body. Hell, she even made sure to let you know where the spare key to her apartment was kept so you could let yourself in after that time you got caught in the rain outside waiting for her.
Which leads to now; Enter you, spare key in hand after sending a rushed text to Abby saying you were coming over to talk when you realised you couldnât go any further without discussing boundaries.Â
You should have realised something had thrown a wrench in your plan the second you stepped foot in Abbyâs apartment really, the small space weirdly quiet and steam slowly rolling out of her bathroom. Distantly, you can hear the low murmur of music coming from her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.
Youâre calling Abbyâs name as you push through the door, not bothering to knock as you assume sheâs read your text. Itâs only when you process whatâs in front of you that you come to the realisation that you seem to do an awful lot of assuming â and you know what they say, to assume is to make an ass out of you and me.
Because Abby clearly didnât read your text, not based on the horrified look on her face when you walk in on her stark naked on her bed. Her skin is flushed, still damp from the shower sheâd clearly just taken and her hair dripping big, fat water droplets onto her chest. Her muscled thighs are spread open, heels digging into the mattress as her fingers remain still stuffed deep inside her dripping hole. Her bush is wild and untamed, a light brown that curls through her fingers as her other hand spreads her lips wide open
Thereâs a voice in the back of your head, a really unnecessary one that points out that it seems like Abby does like being touched after all, but maybe just not by you.
But the best part of the sight â or the worse part, taking Abbyâs look of utter shock into consideration â is her pussy, just as a whole. Her enlarged clit, erect and pulsating as it seems to stand to attention. Her pussy as a whole is big, the kind of big that makes your mouth begin to salivate, embarrassingly, as you think playing with it.
It makes you realise youâd never actually seen her pussy before, that every time the two of you fucked she was either fully clothed or had her strap on over her boxers. How cruel of her to hide that perfect pussy away.
âI⊠I textedâ You say weakly after a few moments of silence, stood in a half step in the door way.Â
Abby doesnât move, and you donât know what else to say as you spiral, murmuring apologies and rushing back out the door before Abby is able to process what just happened.
Communicating isnât going so well, more so after you accidentally walked in on Abbyâs post-shower masturbation session. Sheâs avoided pretty much all your texts asking to talk and even gone as far as changing her routine to avoid running into you.
It kind of leaves you in a weird limbo where youâre not quite sure where you went wrong. Thereâs definitely areas you could have improved on (i.e. actually communicating about boundaries from the start so all this assuming bullshit didnât happen) but you texted, you said you were coming by. Maybe you could have shouted a hello when you first entered the apartment but the last time Abby was in when you did she said you didnât have to.
Youâre also just incredibly unaware as to what the state of your relationship even is anymore? Is Abby still your girlfriend? Does she only like to touch herself and not be touched by others? Itâs frustrating, yes, but you canât help but feel like you owe Abby the time to digest what happened.
After all, it was her that got walked in on in her own home, completely naked and knuckle deep inside of herself. You can cut the blonde a break.
Doesnât stop you from salivating at the memory of how beautiful and fucked out she looked that split second before she realised sheâd been caught, face contorted in pleasure and juices spilling down past her knuckles.
After a dozen texts to Abby, ranging from apologies to simple messages telling her you missed her and you would wait until she was ready to talk, itâs a week later you finally get a response. Itâs simple, to the point and very Abby.
[ Abs ] : You can come to my apartment for dinner, we should talk.
A terrifying text to receive, given the circumstances. The âyou can come for dinnerâ aspect giving you a sense of security, it makes you feel like everythings fine but the âwe should talkâ part? Thatâs sending âbreak up talkâ alarm bells ringing through your head.
You text back nervously, asking what time and if you should bring anything. You end up outside her apartment door, pointedly ignoring the space where her spare key is hidden like it might burn, with a bottle of wine in hand as you wait for her to answer.
When she does, thereâs a tension between the two of you the moment your eyes meet and â thank god â itâs not a bad kind. Itâs like suddenly youâve both had the air knocked out of you, like you hadnât realised youâd been missing a piece of yourselves until you saw what was missing right in front of you. Two months youâve been together, god Lesbians were stereotypically quick to get attached.
You can see how Abbyâs eyes soften, warm when she sees you and she has to steady both her hands on the door frame as she welcomes you inside.
âDinner might be a while,â She says, uncharacteristically timid seeming, her hand drifting to your lower back as she guides you into the apartment. âSorry, took a little while longer than I thought but, um⊠We can sit on the sofa? Maybe, uh, if you want we could talk now? Get it out of the way?â
Get it out of the way?
You place the bottle of wine on the coffee table, heart racing as you consider what Abby might be about to say. God, is she about to break up with you? No, she couldnât be⊠Sheâs made dinner, it would be epicly cruel to break up with you and then expect you to stay for whatever homemade pasta dish sheâs made.
âIâm sorry!â The words spill from your mouth at a rapid speed, not even bothering to stop to give her a chance to cut in â her brows shot high and eyes wide as you ramble. âI-I texted and I thought that was enough but clearly I didnât think that through, and I totally should have shouted to let you even know I had arrived in the apartment but I just didnât think. But.. You.. I.. I froze when I saw, I mean how could I not but I thought you didnât like that, and I guess thatâs my own fault cause I never asked what you do and donât like â we kinda forgot to have that talk a-andââ
âWoah, woah, Y/N, slowââ Abby tries to cut in, hands coming to your arms to try and stop them from moving around wildly as you talk. âWhat are you talking about, câmon, slow down.â
âItâs my own fault, I didnât notice for way too long and when I finally did, I realised you probably thought I was just a pillow princess so I kept trying to subtly show my interest but youâ a-and then you kept pushing me away or turning it back on me so I just figured you didnât like being touched, stone butch or whatever but then i-in your bed⊠you⊠you were touching yourself a-andââ
You only stop, words cutting off suddenly, when Abby takes your face in her hands and forces you to look at her.
âY/N. Baby, stop. I need you to breathe, calm down for a secâ okay?â Her words are spoken so softly, the care dripping off each word as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear gently. âCan you do that for me, slow down and take a breath?â
You nod slowly, watching her reverently. Abbyâs tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches you, taking a deep breath of her own. âI should have talked to you sooner, Iâm sorry I just⊠got caught in my own head. Maybe none of this would have happened if Iâd of done that, but if you still want⊠If youâre still wanting us Iâd like to talk now, if thatâs okay?â She sounds nervous as she speaks, the words almost practiced. You nod, giving her the time to speak and watching as her hands drop from your face to twiddle nervously on her lap.
âI⊠Itâs not that I donât like to be touched, I wantâ I really want that, but I⊠I havenât had the greatest experiences in the past when it came to⊠Other people and what they thought of my bodyâ Your heart aches as Abby speaks, her blue eyes cast down to where her hands lay nervously on her lap and her voice going soft.
âI just⊠Got used to hiding my body, you know and I didnât even realise I was doing it until you⊠You remember that night we were watching the City of Thieves film and youââ She didnât need to go any further, your face brightening in shame as you recall the awkward rejection. âI just didnât know how to⊠broach the subject, yâknow, and itâs not like I really thought youâd be judgemental and mean about my body but itâs just built up after so many negative reactionsâ
Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes narrowing slightly as you stare at your girlfriend. âWhy would I judge you? I know youâre big, I know youâre muscle-y, why would I be mean about that?â You ask in genuine confusion, causing Abby to freeze and look at you equally as confused.
After a beat, she speaks slowly. âYou⊠You think that I was talking⊠about my body-body?â After a beat, you nod just as slowly. âI was talking about my pussyâ She finishes after a long space of silence, blunt and to the point.
Your head cocks to the side, confusion still clear in your expression as you process what sheâs saying. What the fuck is so wrong about her pussy? You didnât see anything wrong with it in that small (but well committed to memory) glimpse youâd had of it. âI donât?ââ
âShit, you donât⊠You really donât see a problem, do you?â She sounds like sheâs in awe, like your total lack of an issue around her genitals is something groundbreaking which makes a simmering bit of rage begin to boil inside of you because who in their damn right mind made the beautiful, the amazing Abby fucking Anderson so insecure in her body she couldnât even show her girlfriend what she looked like?!
âShit, okay, uh⊠I mean, you know â you saw â itâs big. Fatter than the normâ I guess. Itâs a mutation, congenital⊠I just.. I guess a lot of people Iâve been with have found it weird, ugly a-and they didnât really wanna.. return the favor or do anything I guess.â
Yep, definitely rage you feel below the surface. The idea that Abby has been dealing with this because of people that were supposed to care for her speaking so badly about her body, for their reactions to something she cannot control makes you clench your fists. But you force yourself to relax, fingers stretching out on your thighs as you try to remain cool.
âLike I said, I didnât really realise I was doing it until you started to, yâknow⊠And I don't know, I couldnât stop myself from panicking that it was gonna be the same reaction all over again. I just.. I couldnât handle seeing that look of⊠of disgust on your face, not⊠you.â
Your delicate hands reach out to capture hers, stopping her from picking at the skin around her thumbs nervously as she speaks, to get her attention. âAbby, I.. I know other people have reacted that way but I would neverââ
Her cheeks tinge red, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth and a small smirk etching its way onto her face. âI know, Y/Nâ
âYouâ You do?â
She nods, looking up to meet your eyes. âYeah, I know. I, uh.. I figured that out.â
Your face pulls together again in confusion and slight annoyance, if she knew that then why did you spend the last week getting ghosted?! âWhat do you mean?â
âYou have this look that comes over your face whenever you get turned on⊠Normally see it whenever Iâm getting you off but, uh⊠That day, when you walked in on me? You had it when you were looking at meâ
Your mouth drops open, breathless as you take that in. Itâs no surprise though, you had been incredibly turned on at the sight, even thinking about it now has a wet spot forming in your panties at just the thought of Abbyâs legs spread to unveil that beautiful cunt.
Shaking off the haze of lust, you focus on Abby. âSo⊠Why did you, I mean I was happy to wait as long as you needed â I mean, again, I walked in on you a-and you needed to process that shock â but⊠why did you wait so long to talk?â
She heaves out a slow sigh, scratching at the back of her neck. âIt was just weird, this bizarre 180 I was experiencing where this thing about me and my body that was always⊠weird for others and that I was kind of, yâknow, expecting to be weird for you was suddenly attractive. That made you get that fucked out, horny expression on your face and I⊠I couldnât believe it.â
âAnd now?â
âI mean⊠I believe itâ
At that, your hand comes out to lightly smack at her arm, the both of you falling into light rumbles of laughter. Your hand lingers on Abbyâs arm, dropping after a moment too long.
âAsshole,â softly you shake your head, a smile forming on your lips as you dip her head down. âI meant and now what? I mean, I take it this isnât you breaking up with me like I was worried about?â
Her eyes widen in slight horror, like she hadnât considered all of the nightmare scenarios that had been swarming in your mind over the last week. âN-No, no, absolutely not. Shit, you didnât thinkâ God, okay. No, no breakup was ever considered for the recordâ
That definitely eases the weeks worth of tension that had built up.Â
You bite your lip, leaning forward into Abbyâs space slightly. After a moment of silence, your needy eyes lift to meet Abbyâs âCan we just skip to the part where we kiss and make-up?â
The other girl barely gets her own eager nod out before youâre clambering onto her lap, hands in her hair as you kiss her hard and messily. Your tongue licks into her mouth aggressively, small noises falling from the two of you as your hips rocks against hers. You missed this, missed how Abby tasted, how her tongue felt against yours as she explored your mouth just as thoroughly.
âI missedâ missed you⊠so.. muchâ Heavy pants bracket each and every word, only broken by Abby pulling your lips back to hers as she devours you whole. She only pulls back with a high-keening hiss when you roll your hips in a certain way against her that makes her clit throb in her boxers. âFuck, baby, carefulâ She sounds so pretty when she whines, her lip bitten as her head rolls back against the back sofa cushions.
Her head rolls to the side, looking at the kitchen before she swallows thickly, looking back at you. Her large hands move down to your hips, tapping the hip bones to get you to stand up.Â
âGonna save the food before we forget and burn the apartment down, you⊠Get in the bedroomâ The way she breathes the words out, like sheâs as affected as you are makes your head spin and youâre quick to scramble off her lap and into her bedroom.
Abbyâs on you quicker than you realise, shoes barely kicked off before sheâs at your back and kissing down the column of your neck with her hands running up and down your sides. Turning to face her, you drag her down into a punishing kiss until you feel her bed hit the back of your knees. You donât fall back though, turning the two of you so Abby now has her back to the bed.
Youâre panting when you break the kiss, wetting your lips despite the messy kiss as you look up at Abby through thick lashes with deep arousal. She looks equally as fucked, hair messy from where your fingers have gone through it as you both made out and her blue eyes dark with need. âGet on the bed for me, Abs. Like⊠Like you were that dayâ You sound fucked out already, thinking back to when you caught her touching herself like a wanton whore. You see the moment it registers in Abbyâs mind what youâre asking her to do, a single raised eyebrow as she breathes heavily.
Slowly she strips her clothes, kicking her own shoes off. You spend equal time helping her discard her clothes as you do standing back and admiring her form, salivating as her tits spring free of her sports bra. Sheâs just got her boxers left when she crawls onto the bed, laying back against the headboard before lifting her hips and pulling them free.
She pulls them past her ankles and throws them on the floor, landing with a soft noise by your feet. Not that you notice, no, youâre too focused on Abby. Lay back on the bed, completely bare with only her knees propped up straight and infront of her to cover that pretty pussy of hers.
Your eyes are dark, hungry as you stare ahead, right where you know her crotch is covered by her legs. âAbby, thatâs not how you were lay when I caught youâ The words are low, almost rough as you wait, watching.
Her long hair, free from the braid she always wears, cascading messily down her shoulders is pushed behind her nervously before she slowly spreads her thighs and finally mirrors the position youâd caught her in a week ago.
Her heels arenât quite digging into the mattress with need the way they were that day, but Abby isnât nearly as worked over as she was then either. Still, you move forward hungrily, almost drawn to her like a magnet with your palms spread on the mattress to catch yourself as you instinctively move to get closer to her glistening slit. You look like a predator, crawling up from the foot of the bed and settling between her thighs, eyeing her pussy like prey.
Sheâs wet, so fucking wet you know your fingers would glide with ease through her folds. It makes you dizzy with lust, watching how her large clit throbs as you stare it down.
âFuck, what⊠What now?â Abby whines, voice soft and breathy.
âShow me what you were doing before I walked inâ Your voice is low, rough and your eyes donât lift once from her drenched core.
You can hear the needy whines from Abby, her soft little moans that make you want to bite and kiss at her skin but she does as sheâs told. Her hands come down to her pussy, one hand spreading her lips wide to show you everything while her other eases in with slow circles against her clit.
Not that she needs warming up, not with how quick she is to react to the barely there circular motions she does. âCâmon baby, you can do more. What did you do with this pretty pussy after that?â
Bottom lip drawn between her teeth, Abby canât help but watch your darkened gaze as she drags two of her thick fingers through her slick, coating them with her juices before working them inside her hole.
Instinctively you lean in closer, inhaling her scent as you watch her twitching hole stretch to take her digits. Each time she fucks her fingers into herself, slowly and so fucking erotically, you watch as her hips lift slightly to meet her fingers, clit bumping against her palm and leaving a messy trail behind.
âSo fucking gorgeous, look so pretty stretched around your fingersâ You barely register your own voice, that youâve said anything as you practically drool at the sight. No, wait, youâre actually drooling. Okay, between that and the obscene sounds of Abby fucking herself you canât stop yourself, deciding youâd waited long enough to give.
Still, you canât stop yourself from teasing before you stop her as you begin by kissing up her ankles. Your lips make sure to suck the occasional hickey the closer you get to her inner thighs, laughing low and wickedly when you hear her whine so pretty and the muscles of her thighs quiver. By the time you make your way close to where she wants you â and more importantly, where you have been wanting to be all this time â you have to take a moment to just⊠stare.
Take it in.
Fucking beautiful.
Licking a stripe up her pussy, slow flat tongue against her before sucking her fat clit into your mouth and laughing as she keens, hips lifting off the mattress before moaning at the taste of her. Above you, Abbyâs head eventually falls back against the headboard with a soft thud as she makes a low, whining noise.
Thatâs when you start eating her out like a woman starved, messy and unashamed as you go to town. Licking her long and rough, spit falling from your mouth as you suck her clit into your mouth and lay one of your hands flat against her abdomen to keep her from lifting off the bed. She melts like honey on your tongue, the sheets beneath her messy with a mixture of her arousal and your saliva as it drips both down her ass and off your chin.
Youâre eating her out half with the desire to bring her over the edge, to show her what all her other partners should have been giving her this entire time, and another part of you wants to just lap at her pussy with no regards. Hungry for the taste of her juices on your lips, to swirl your tongue around her protruding bud like youâre lazily licking an ice cream cone.
Her hands are in your hair, torn between yanking you off her when you suck harshly on her fat clit, laughing as she whines and whimpers, or pressing your face against her cunt to keep you fixed in one spot when you start to go rogue
âOh.. Oh god, yes!â Sheâs a mess, completely gone beneath you when you finally decide to focus on getting her off. Sheâs soaked, dripping down your hand when you do touch her, and flooding your mouth with her arousal so much that when you grow desperate â yanking her up and throwing her on her hands and knees, eating her out from behind â you canât stop the way her arousal drips onto the sheets beneath. Sheâs too damn wet for your mouth to capture all of it and the thought makes you feel feral.
âCâmon, Abs, I wanna feel you cum on my tongue okay? Wanna feel that pretty clit throbbing in my mouthâ
Youâve got your hands at the junction where her thighs and her ass meet, spreading the skin so you have the max amount of access as you bring her over the edge, Abbyâs neighbours no doubt able to hear her reaching her apex with her wailing. You move one of your hands down as you focus your mouth on her clit, fingers pushing inside of Abbyâs warm heat again and sighing against her slick as her hole sucks them in greedily.
It doesnât take long until Abby goes rigid, screaming and babbling that sheâs coming with her head thrown back as you continue your ministrations, working her through her orgasm happily.
âFuck, you coming from my fingers or my mouth, Abs?â You tease against her pussy as she gushes down your wrist practically, lapping her juices up with your tongue and feeling it drip down your chin.Â
Her strong fingers thread through your hair and practically have to rip you off of her once overstimulation sets in, toned thighs twitching, desperate to slam shut and hide her pussy away from you. You let her pull you off, licking your lips with a wicked grin as you hover over her.
Sheâs redfaced, skin glistening with sweat and she looks completely fucked out. Itâs a good look on her.
âWhatâs the verdict?â You ask with a teasing lilt, watching as she huffs out a laugh with her chest rising and falling rapidly still.
âUh⊠Might let you do it againâ She tries to play it casual but you swat at her chest lightly and she quickly falls into laughter. âFine! I loved it, 10/10, Iâll write a damn Yelp review if you want me toâ
âWho the hell even uses Yelp anymore, damn how old are youâ You tease, caressing her cheek. âPromise me youâll let me do that more? No more hidingâ
Your voice is tender as you speak, eyes warm as you look down at her. Abbyâs breath catches in her throat at the softness, the love she can feel and she nods up at you. âI promise. No more hiding away.â
ughhhh i love abby sm and these are so fun to make <3 been wanting to make this ever since i made my texts w/ ellie post. hope yall enjoy!!
cw; suggestive in some texts, cussing, possible ooc but i donât think i did bad, reader is described as fem but no specific features or pronouns are used, abby uses sweetheart, babe, baby & wife as nicknames for reader.