Max 🐺

imagine playful teasing over dinner and drinks. you’re slowly becoming frustrated - bratty, even. i let it slide for now, let you push back a little before i take the reigns again. your face flushes pink, partly in agitation and partly in response to the heat building in your stomach. then, you scoff and roll your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” hm, is that so? i lean over, close enough to hear your breath shudder as i trail my hand under your skirt. you swallow a gasp when my finger comes into contact with your wet panties. “yeah, that’s what i fucking thought,” i whisper in your ear before leaning back in my seat.

dbf!abby x reader

minors and men strictly dni

age gap | reader is in 20s and abby is in 30s |reader comes from a wealthy family | abby works for reader’s father

“Lola come on out I know you’re in here” You searched everywhere for your little Pomeranian. Sure, she was shy but this was the longest it took for you to search for her.

This was all because your father didn’t warn you that he was having guests over and you didn’t have time to hide Lola inside your room, away from the overstimulating coos of people wanting to pet her and hold her. She was small but ferocious. All bark and she would bite when she felt threatened. Fluffy and cute but fussy and yips a lot (especially at squirrels). Lola reminded you a lot of yourself and that was why you picked her from the shelter.

“Please come outtt I’m tired.” You whined. After checking under your bed, you decided that you needed a break and slumped on your fluffy mattress sighing dramatically.

After a few minutes of going on your phone scrolling, you got up to get some cookies downstairs. They were Lola’s favourite and she’d always come out when she smelled them. The fact that the cookies were for you too wasn’t important.

You open your bedroom door slowly even though nobody could hear you from your room on the third floor. After reaching the second floor, you crouch peeping on the guests downstairs.

From the second floor staircase, if you stayed on the nook of where the staircase curved, the was a slim chance anyone could see you but you could see almost everything downstairs from the living rooms to the double doors, entryway and the giant Christmas tree your parents still had up in the middle of the mansion.

Fuck. Why were they in the second living room?!? They were usually in the main living room or your dad’s office. His guests were his coworkers and that meant Miss Anderson was also there!

It was so unfair. She was so.. even the thought of her seemed wrong. To think of her like that. More than your dad’s best friend. Miss Anderson. The person who’d always cheer you up and take you to ice cream whenever your mom was too busy to take you. If it weren’t for her, you’d already be spoiled rotten.

Your parents had trouble with telling you no but Abby had no problem. The toys that turned into shopping sprees as you grew up. Constantly at Sephora, Ulta, Dior, Gucci… yeah. Miss Anderson was the reason why you haven’t turned into such a snobby girl. She taught you to spend well or at least tried the best she could. She wasn’t immune to your babydoll eyes either.

What annoyed you was that she was a terribly nice person. You’d try to be flirty with her, only for her to respond with a mere chuckle. As if you were cute for trying. Your face would be scrunched up in anger because she wasn’t wrapped around your little finger. She’d tell you no when everyone else would say yes in a heartbeat. How could she? Did she not notice? Did she just think you were being clingy? Childish? Your brain hurt thinking about it. You’ve never stopped your antics.. she’d even respond to them if she was bold enough. Though, not as much as you would like.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”

“I’d like to see you try, doll”

“Alright, don’t make me send you to time out”

Your head spun. You’d get a feeling in your stomach. Practically scream on the inside whenever she’d entertain you even if it was just a little. Perhaps to make you shut up. Make you stop.

She was always playful. Her tone, her touches. She’d talk to you softly like you were something precious. Hold you like you were glass. She’d ruffle your hair. You remember the first memory of her messing with it. You got so mad that she had to make up for it by brushing and braiding it, just like hers.

That was what drove you insane. Was that how she’s always going to see you? The only way she was going to see you? You’ve grown up now. Didn’t she think so too?

Even though you did want to see her, you weren’t in the mood for the other guests. You continue peeping while gripping the stair railing. You huff biting your lip contemplating your options. You could go down but didn’t really feel like it. What you wore was decent… enough. A white off shoulder top with some rhinestones and nothing underneath. A pair of pink short shorts to match. Nobody would care anyway. Orrr you could text your maid. Yes. That was definitely the best option.

So you try. Keyword, try. You’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes and your maid doesn’t check her phone once. It occurs to you that she’s busy tending to your father’s coworkers. Okay well you’re just gonna have to get her attention. When you get to the bottom of the stairs you peek around the corner. There was no way of spotting you when you stayed here but the problem was getting to the kitchen.

Multiple ‘pssst psst’ and whisper shouts of “Cassie!” Over here” that were meant for your maid fell on deaf ears, she still doesn’t notice you. You start scratching the wall with your nails trying to draw attention. Doesn’t work. You throw your scrunchie out in the open. Surely she’d notice right? You hear footsteps coming and sigh in relief

“What’re you up to, kid?” Abby’s voice makes your eyes widen. “Ah! You scared me I thought you were someone else.” You hit Abby’s forearm. Her arms were crossed and her veins, muscles, everything was visible. Her sleeves were rolled. You literally drool at the sight.

“You dropped this” Abby had your scrunchie in her hand. She smoothed your hair out and started to hand comb it. She tied it into a neat ponytail. “There” she squeezed your chin with index and thumb. “Thanks..” you mumble.

“Need something? Why else would you come down?” She scoffs, knowing you so well.

“I wanted cookies for Lola. She ran off when papa’s friends came over.” You looked up at Abby and it’s like she could read your mind.

“Let me guess, you texted Cassie and she didn’t respond to your petulant whining?” She rolled her eyes.

“Not petulant. I asked nicely”

“Sureee.”

A beat passes

“What’re you guys up to anyway?” You peek around the corner to see them engaged in their conversation. Blueprints were splayed on the table.

“Just a new project. Pretty boring stuff” She dismissed. “How were mid-terms, any good?”

“I studied my ass off. Better be good” You cracked a smile that made your eyes almost close from how wide it was.

She gave you a smile back and patted your shoulder “That’s what I like to hear. Keep it up. You should be focused on school” She turned to join the rest but you stop her. “Wait. About the cookies..”

“You want me to go get them.” Abby said like it was a matter of fact

“I want you to go get them” You repeated. She sighed and that always meant yes from Abby.“Yesss” You do a little fist pump in celebration.

She comes back with the cookies and of course, makes you work for them by making you answer stupid questions relating to your college courses.

A couple of questions later, you have the cookies obtained. “You know why you had to answer those questions first” Abby asks.

Your voices overlap one another as you both answer “-because nothing in life is free”

“Yada yada yes I know! You tell me so many times. I don’t need your life lessons right now.”

Abby’s face hardened. “Don’t be a brat. Say thanks I got you those cookies when you could’ve gotten them yourself.”

“Thank you.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Thank you, who?” Abby arches an eyebrow

“Thank you miss Abby.” You have the hardest time not rolling your eyes.

Abby looks satisfied. It’s always been the same whenever she succeeded in disciplining you. Got you to behave. Put down an item from a shelf, reconsider buying something, shaping your attitude.

Before you could let loose and say what you wanted you decide to just walk away, going up the stairs cookies in hand hmph’ing when you got far enough for her to not retaliate.

You open your bedroom door and immediately hear Lola yip. “Finally” Taking a cookie from the plate, you hold it out “Ah ah ah not yet. Sit Lola sit.” She does and you praise her before giving the cookie. You lay in bed curled while Lola snuggles up against you. You pet her.

Maybe you’re being silly.

Just a stupid girl with a crush that would go away soon. Abby was unattainable, no matter how much you wanted her. You look down at Lola. “Everything’s easy for you, isn’t it Lols? Wish I could just laze around sit pretty all day and eat cookies”

</3 xo