𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (abby anderson x you)
synopsis: you and abby were studying one moment, then fucking atop the table the next.
warning: plot what plot, dom!abby x sub!reader, dumbification, edging, fingering, cunningilus, spanking, use of strap on (referred as dick/cock), strap sucking, strap riding, hair pulling, choking, pussy slapping, shameless begging, praise & degradation, cockwarming, overstimulation, use of pet names (babe, baby, slut), aftercare
wc: 3.2k
note: this is just no plot pure filth. supposed to be done like three days ago but idk how to write smut without triggering myself to an early ovulation phase i'm so pathetic :<<
for the past few minutes, you were slumped over the table, papers crinkling under your trembling body, ass up in the air as abby's fingers slid in and out of your soaked cunt with an intensity that pressed those thick and calloused digits against your walls in a mind-melting madness. you blubbered against the table, vaguely aware of your tears dampening your assignments, every bit of your attention torturously gripped by every ground of your girlfriend's fingers inside of you.
abby's voice pierced through the haze in your mind, but it took you a few minutes to make sense of what she said, let alone find your shattered sanity to form words that were beyond begging to cum. by then, abby had withdrawn her fingers.
"wha—why'd you stopped?" you whined. the slap that abby landed on your cheek was sharp like a glass breaking, and you cried against your scattered paper.
"what did i say, babe?" abby asked with a steady voice. you can feel the heat of her body behind you, clothed and composed while you're wriggling your ass in the air, naked and desperate. "tell me the correct answer and i'll be gracious and let you cum."
"i didn't—i didn't hear you," you mumbled against your arm. the second slap was louder, harsher, her large hand heavy and burning and you jolted as the sensation shoot straight to your aching clit. you sobbed. "babe—abby, please—"
abby clicked her tongue in condescension, nails digging against the side of your thigh. "i told you to listen. how can you pass the exam tomorrow if you can't follow a simple instruction, hm?"
"i can't—it's so hard—i—"
"it's so hard? you think you can't take it?" abby asked. "this session is useless, then. i think we should stop this now if you think you can't take it."
"no, no! please, abby!" you cried, craning your head to the side to look at her but was prevented by her hand on your nape. "please—i'll be good, please just let me cum."
abby hummed noncommittally. "you think you deserve to cum? you haven't answered any of my questions correctly for the past ten minutes. you think i should give you a second chance?"
"i'll be a good girl—i swear—just please—please—"
her rough palm smoothed out the sting of your cheek, and you writhed your ass up at her hand. abby chuckled. "so desperate, are we?" her thumb glided against your damp cunt, so light and fast that you twitched, biting back a moan. "i'll give it to you if you can give me a correct answer. now, shall we start again?"
"which fungus is commonly associated with oral thrush?" abby recited the question, while her hands travel to flick at your entrance.
you bit your lips hard enough to bleed, focusing on the pain rather than the sensation of her fingers playing your wet pussy like a fiddle. "um—ah—is it candida albicans?"
"are you sure about that?"
"y-yeah—hm. i'm sure. yes."
abby chuckled, palm kneading your cheek before driving two fingers inside your cunt. "smart girl."
you moaned, clenching hard around her fingers.
"the primary stain used in acid-fast staining." her fingers moved hard and fast and every push shook the rickety table you're perched on.
"ah—car... um, carbol? um—carb—fuck!" your voice broke down into a sob when abby curled her fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that burst warmth through your spine.
abby laughed heartlessly, fingers slowing down, thick and harsh against your walls. "carbol fuck? you gotta try harder than that, babe."
"it's fuchsin! it's carbol fucshin," you panted. "please, abby—please let me cum—"
"maybe i will," abby singsonged as she continued that punishing slow-out-firm-in strokes. suddenly, you felt the warm and wet drag of her tongue against your clit, before the throbbing nub is sucked into the heat of her all-consuming mouth.
at this point, you were full-on hiccuping, body coiling tighter and tighter. the urge to cum is almost painful, spreading out from the depths of your lower stomach, blistering sparks shooting at where abby's tongue was wildly flicking at your clit, her fingers hammering against your insides. the heat was swelling in intensity, burning you like licks of fire.
then it stopped, fully extinguished as abby moved back, sliding her fingers away from the place that you badly needed them in. you were crying for an absolutely frustrating reason this time.
"don't stop—please, abby—"
"why are biofilms clinically significant, and how do they complicate treatment of infections?" abby asked, sounding cool but for the slight hitch of breath.
you writhed pathetically above the wood. "i don't know—please just—"
the slap that she strike across your stinging cheek almost displaced you off your perch. clutching the sides tighter, you turned your head to look at her when she suddenly pulled your neck in a firm hold. you made a strangled gasp, arching your back so high you felt like your whole body would break in half.
"that's a very simple question, babe. you can answer it," abby softly said in your ear, grinding her clothed crotch against your wet and gaping hole. you pinched your eyes close as the mix of pain and pleasure drove you to the never-ending edge of unravelling. "shh. come on. you're the top of the course, remember? you can answer it."
"abby—i can't, please—" you mewled, staring up at her with wide, teary eyes. "please, let me cum. i swear i'll answer them—i just wanted to cum—"
abby clicked her tongue in disappointment. "what did i say?" she said in a cold tone, tightening her hand around your neck. "you can only cum when you can answer my questions correctly."
you sobbed pathetically, shoulders shaking and ass uncontrollably seeking comfort from the painful friction you get from her jeans. but she was gripping your hips firmly, nails digging against your skin.
"wanna be a good girl for me, right?" abby sighed against your shoulders like a lullaby, mouth pressing gentle kisses. "answer the question. correctly."
you breathed through the firm grip around your neck, trying to collect your shattered wits to make sense of her question through the haze of pleasure and frustration. what was it she asked? something with biofilms...?
"they, um, provide barrier? antibiotic resistance?"
"makes it—ahh—um... easier? for the bacteria to invade the... ah, um—the immune system—"
"hm. that's acceptable," abby said. you shivered when she tapped your cunt. "stay here."
for a few seconds you stayed there, slumped against the table, while abby walked to the side to retrieve something. she came back, gently caressing your hair. you can't help but to purr.
"you think you're ready to fuck yourself on my dick? think you earned it?"
you eagerly nodded, staring up at abby with imploring glassy eyes. "yes, yes, baby. please, fuck me with your dick. please i need it in me right now."
"so desperate," abby sighed appreciatively, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. a thrill spread through your chest. "come on. suck my dick. make it wet and ready for your pussy."
she slapped the large, black strap against your lips, watched you lick it from base to the tip with keen eyes. "that's right. greedy for me to destroy that fucking throat." she took a handful of your hair with both hands and slowly, her dick disappeared inside your mouth.
you moaned, hollowing you cheeks around the bulbous shaft and sucking on it lightly. you stared up at abby. heat licked a delightful strip down your back at the fascinated expression on her face.
"so greedy for my dick, aren't we?" abby chuckled meanly. "you want more of me? gonna give it to you, you fucking hungry slut."
she held your head steady as she fucked your mouth in relentless thrusts, shaft sliding down your throat brutally. you gagged, coughing around the onslought, drool falling down your chin.
abby groaned, seeing the tears and snot making a mess of your face. "fuck, you're so pretty crying for my cock."
she ground her hips against your mouth, bucking wildly and moaning when she felt the harness rubbing against her clit. your vision blurred, head swimming as your lungs clawed for air.
abby suddenly pulled herself out of your mouth. before you could even protest or steady your breath, her arm curled around your waist, hauling you off the table and pulling you on her lap as she sat on the chair. you squeaked breathlessly, feeling her slap her shaft against your damp and swollen pussy.
"you want more of this dick, huh?" abby said softly, grazing her teeth against your shoulder. "now fuck yourself on it."
you whimpered, desperate in your eagerness to jump on that thick and large strap. you pulled yourself off abby's lap and, with her hands firmly guiding your hips, you sank down slowly.
your eyes rolled at the back of your head, mouth falling in a high-pitched moan, abby's girth felt like splitting you in half. she wasted no time ramming her dick up into your cunt, every thrust punching the breath out of your lungs.
you felt so full around her length, stretching you to your limits, battering against the deepest and most sensitive part of you that have you seeing stars, a rush of that delightful heat brushing against every nerve ending.
body arching up in the air, head craning against abby's shoulder, you mewled in her ears. "yes, yes! you feel so good inside of me, baby."
"yeah? you like that?" abby panted, hand circling back around your neck while the other crawled to your chest to flick your already erected nipple. "you like it when i fucked you senseless? that you can't even remember all the things that you mastered before?"
you cried unintelligibly, trembling from head to toe as abby pulled you down to meet her thrusts, firm and rough and mind-numbing.
"you like being dumb for me, baby? stupid and drunk for my cock?" abby moaned, hips jarring and ruthless as she sought the delicious rub of the harness against her clit. "fuck—you're taking me so well. like this pussy is made for me. made to be destroyed by me."
"yes! yes, only for you, abby," you panted repeatedly like a mantra, whole body vibrating and whole world rocked by the rough pound of abby's hips. you can feel the creep of that telltale heat travelling down your spine, spreading throughout your lower abdomen. your hand drifted down to flick your throbbing clit, chasing the peak that you've been forcibly dragged down from time and time again for almost an hour.
that's when abby suddenly halted her movements.
you whimpered, trying to grind down on that dick. "abby—babe, please. i need to cum—"
"did i tell you to touch yourself?"
"didn't i said that you can only cum when you answered all the questions correctly?" abby asked softly, pressing bruising kisses on your neck and shoulder, teeth sharp enough to draw blood. "so why the fuck would you go against what i said?"
you broke off into a scream when her hand suddenly comes down on your clit, hard and stinging. you convulsed, pain zipping through your body like electric fire.
"please—babe, it hurts. so much. please let me cum—"
"do you even deserve to cum when you've been nothing but a dumb slut who can't even follow a simple instruction?" abby asked, voice low and dangerous. your skin breaking out in goosebumps. "tell me. does a dumb slut like you deserve to cum?"
she landed another slap, this time more forceful. you jerked in abby's hold, closing your eyes and clenching down on the sudden, frightening urge to pee.
you breathe hard through the haze of pain, tears, snot, and drool falling freely down your front. "n-no—no, i don't deserve to cum."
you hiccuped, "be-because i'm a—a dumb s-slut."
"right," abby said, conversationally. "so what should we do with dumb sluts like you?"
your stomach churned, the urge to pee growing stronger. "punishment..."
abby pulled something from the mess of your things at the other end of the table, placing them in front of you. pen and paper.
"illustrate the structure of a gram-positive and gram-negative bacterial cell wall," abby ordered. "label it, highlight the key differences between them, and explain how these structural differences relate to the outcome of the gram stain."
you bit your lip, shoulders shaking as you try to gulp down your cries of helplessness. you gripped your pen in hand, mind blank but for the thoughts of abby's strap still inside you, and the heavy press of your bladder.
"you'll be good for me, won't you, baby?" abby murmured against the skin of your neck. "stay impaled on my cock while you do as i say?"
you nodded dizzyingly. "yes, um, of course. yeah."
abby kissed your cheek, helping you settle against her chest. you whimpered, shifting and grinding down, her cock pushing against your insides, so deep that it hurt.
abby slapped the side of your thigh. "if you keep moving like that i will have to simply remove my dick and left you here untouched."
you sighed, forcing yourself to fucking relax. with shaky hands, you started to do as she said, mind groggy and hand skittering. it wasn't easy; every tiny move you make, every breath you take, your attention zeroed in on your swollen, painfully pulsing cunt stretched around abby's strap. you tried to focus on the task at hand, on your trembling fingers moving through the paper, on dredging up the information of what the structure of the gram-positive and -negative bacterial cell wall was. but your whole body felt like an open nerve ending, so sensitive to the temperature and air around you, making your skin jump, your muscles tensed, your nipples sore and errected.
it doesn't help that abby's fingers traced your skin with mad intensity; nails brutally scraping into flesh, flicking your nipples cruelly, pinching your waist, rubbing circles on your clit. her teeth trailed bites down the back of your ears and neck, her tongue twirled at every space of skin it can reach. it could've been minutes, or hours, or a lifetime, you lost the sense of it. just pure, unadulterated ocean of sensations that you are drowning in.
at the end of it all, you're already sobbing, sputtering nonsense, half of the paper wet with your tears. abby's laugh is derisive.
"well, at least there is an illustration. no matter how vague it is. and you surprisingly managed to explain it," abby said, placing a gentle kiss at your temple. "you're so good, babe. think you deserve to be fucked for real this time?"
your heart jumped in your throat, and you nodded eagerly, "yes, yes! please!"
abby gently guided you on top of the table, spreading your legs to stand between them. she clasped her fingers around your neck and pulled you to an open-mouthed kiss, teeth biting down on your lips and mouth sucking on your tongue. you whimpered as she slapped her dick against your hole, making a mess of your slick before sliding it roughly inside of you.
the table scraped across the floor as abby wasted no time pushing into you in a force that rendered your mouth open, eliciting drawn-out moans and punched-out breaths, pounding against that spot that rippled electric waves through out your spine.
"fuck, baby—ahh! you feel so good inside of me—" you sobbed into her neck, arms wrapped tight as abby ground her hips so brutally against your cunt.
abby grunted into your ear. "such an insatiable slut for me. taking me so well."
you moaned in agreement, "yes, baby. yours. your slut. all for you."
"fuck." abby's moan sounded wrecked, none of her composure from earlier. "that's right. such a good fucking slut, crying for me. can't even think right while you're full of my dick, can you? aching to be ruined. you want that, don't you? for me to ruin this needy hole?"
you bobbed your head mindlessly, desperate for abby to give you her all. the wood creaked with every thrust, the wet skin slapping so filthy and loud in your ear. abby pushed her arm behind your knee, your legs curling around her bicep and her hip. she fucked you down into the table, hips moving wildly, fingers rubbing your clit in a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.
you can feel the heat scorching through your back, spreading to your belly, swelling and cresting and consuming your whole being.
when abby said, "come on, baby. cum for me," your body responded to her command. you're whole body convulsed, letting out strangled cries, mind numbing with the pleasant intensity of your belated release.
abby's never let up her pace, frenzied, gasping and grunting against the crook of your neck. the sensation almost unbearable, grating against your nerves, raw and sensitive. you're slurring against abby's shoulder, tears and drool spilling over abby's shirt. you jolted away from her thrusts, but your pussy is fluttering hard around her strap.
"you can take one more, right baby? i know you can."
your limbs were twitching, heart rapping wildly against your chest, breathless and barely registering anything but the heat and feel of abby. the renewed tension in the depths of your belly swirled, snapping tight.
"give it to me baby. cum again for me."
and for her you did, again. pain and pleasure dragging their hands down your spine, and you choked off a gasp, haze of bliss fading your vision to white. you slumped against abby as she stilled, muscles tensing, biting a moan against your shoulder.
you became unaware of what came next. you floated in the velvet oblivion that blanketted your mind, feeling yourself lifting in the air, gentle hands running your trembling limbs, wet sensation wiping the mess on your face and the mess between your legs. you curled around the warmth and softness of the bed beneath you, boneless and unthinking.
the next time you gain awareness, your head was laying above abby's chest, her arms protective and snug around you. you blearily blinked up at her, and she's immediately upon you.
"hey babe," she said softly, thumb carressing your cheek. "are you with me?"
"do you need anything? food? water?"
"water please," you croaked.
abby extended a hand to the bedside table, and she assisted you in drinking. after she put the glass back, she turned to you and cupped your cheeks, gentle eyes roaming your face. "is everything okay, baby? are you hurt?"
"everything's fine, babe. just a little sore. but nothing that rest can't soothe."
the worry is still swimming in her eyes. "was i too rough? i'm sorry if i—"
"abby," you called out, equally soft, placing a kiss on her palm. "i'm fine babe. everything was great. you did great, okay?"
"okay," abby breathed, the furrow of her eyebrows finally relaxing. her eyes crinkled as she smiled down at you. "you did so good, baby. so well for me, my beautiful girl."
she pressed soft kisses on your face, her other hand gently scratching your scalp. her words and her kisses, and the way she held you delicately sank you in that deep, honeyed glow of her love. you burrow yourself in it. you burrow yourself in her.
"thank you," you whispered as she nuzzled her forehead against yours. "we should do that again some other time."
abby grinned. "of course. anything for my baby."
