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devy30 · 2 years ago

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let the rain sing. 2 (a.a)

wc;cw: 4.1k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi <3, SMUT MDNI, nipple play, eating out no bbq, strap ons, fingering, mating press😳, dirty talk, squirting, dumbification, slight dubcon, choking, mult. orgasms, abby’s so pussy drunk soo real, angst :(, mentions of grief and loss, dassit me finks

You were going to kill somebody. It’s been declared.

Your latest lecture was, by far, the worst you’ve ever had, and you were feeling vengeful. On your instructor, your classmates, everyone.

You seethed in your seat, smoke nearly wafting off you and suffocating you in the tight space of your car. You prayed that you wouldn’t get a speeding ticket from how hard your foot pressed on the gas pedal. The familiar sluggishness that overtook your form was making you hunch over the steering wheel, your worn eyes burning from tears as you recollected the pure devastation you felt when you saw terms on the screen that you weren’t familiar with yet just an hour before.

You’d brought the wrong notebook to your last class, making the lecture completely fucking useless because you had nothing to reference. There were so many systems listed that you hadn’t memorized, terminology you didn’t remember from your books. And you were going to fucking… kill somebody.

You’d been so fucking embarrassed. Nobody around you even knew or cared about your slip up, but you still searched around the room, waiting for someone to ridicule you for fucking up this late in the game. You were about to graduate, and you still were behaving like a fucking rookie. A first year. Maybe you weren’t ready for your fucking degree.

You’d scrambled to get as many notes down as you could without snapping your hand clean off your wrist, but it wasn’t enough to jog your memory.

Your vehicle came to a halt when you reached the now all too familiar neighborhood, and you put your car in park in front of the residential mailbox.

You hadn’t realized that you took the backwoods route that led to Abby’s neighborhood. You were parked right in front of her home, and you thanked god when you saw her car parked in the driveway. You never came to see her without warning, but you were so desperate for a distraction that you hadn’t bothered to text her. You need anything to ease the tension in your body from today, even just for a little bit.

You exited and locked your car before booking it across the street and up the stairs to her porch, knocking on her front door with urgency; The pounding on the wood made your headache worse.

It took only a minute for her door to pull open, and you were instantly swallowed up by the smell of flowers, her scent surrounding you and easing the tension in your shoulders. She looked so comfortable, only clad in sweats, a tank top, and slides, her soft hair framing her face. The tension in your shoulders eased a bit.

She smiled at the sight of you, the lines of her eyes creasing, but it dropped when she studied your expression, “Hi, you okay?”

You shrugged. You don’t think you were. You weren’t sure anymore.

Your breathing shuddered, your anger from earlier shifting into want when you saw her, “Um… sorry for coming without notice— “

She shook her head gently, “No, no, it’s alright. I was just reading, come in.”

She moved to the side and allowed you entry, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Her angelic voice came from behind you as you threw your purse on her couch, “Would you like some tea? I just bought this new flavor! It’s mint and chamomile and it’s so good. I usually don’t drink mint things because my teeth are sensi— “

“Abby,” you cringed at the tone you used to cut her off.

“Yes?”

You spun to look at her, “I don’t want tea.”

“… Oh. Okay.” She looked around awkwardly, her eyes downcast.

A moment of silence passed before she spoke, “Wanna go upstairs?”

You're glad she understood. You nodded with persistence.

“Please.”

You trapped Abby against her bedroom door, slamming it shut as you shoved your tongue in her mouth.

The kiss was eager and desperate, your hands grabbing everywhere they could on her body. You attacked her hair, tits, thighs, anywhere you could reach as you pressed up against her. Hers were on you just as much, but much more calculated, tightly grabbing at the plush on your hips, her nails digging through your sweater. She grabbed your ass through your jeans, spreading the cheeks as much as she could through the fabric.

Your mouths were smacking together, spit coating the outside of your mouths as your teeth clanged together. It was wet and sloppy, and it made you drip in your underwear. Her strong arms came up to wrap around your hips, and she led you both over to her perfectly made bed.

You detached your mouth from hers to yank her t-shirt off, her arms coming up so you could toss it somewhere. You eyed her bare chest before reconnecting your lips. You brought your hand up to her chest to squeeze her tits, tweaking her nipples with precision. She hummed in your mouth and kissed you deeper, her hands traveling to pull at the hem of your sweater.

You raised your arms up so she could remove the fabric, but before you could pounce on her again, she pushed you onto her cloud-like mattress, looking down at your laid-out body from where she stood above you.

But she didn’t move on you like she usually did; she just stared, her eyes wandering over your body. You watched her take in your bra-clad chest, wandering down to your stomach and belly button, only to come back up to eye your chest again. She was digesting you with such patience that it made you insecure, but you didn’t move from your position. Your heart matched the pounding pulse of your cunt.

She brought her hands up to your torso, right under the hem of your bra, laying her palm flat against the bare skin. Your breath caught in your throat when her nails dug into you, and you arched into her touch; you needed her closer. Her hand slowly dragged down your body until she reached the button of your jeans.

She didn’t undo them, dragging her hand back up your body until she reached your tits, grabbing at both with one hand before her other hand coming to join her massages. You watched her face shift as she touched you; her eyes were hungry but… fragile as her cheeks glowed in the dimly lit space.

Her hands slipped under your bra, her fingers immediately playing with your nipples. Your core clenched with every pull she gave them, your body shuddering under her precise attacks. Your back arched into her touch as your eyes fluttered.

And then you heard the ripping of fabric.

You looked down in shock as she tore at your bra, completely ripping it to shreds and tossing the flimsy strands behind her and onto the floor. You couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face at her desperation. She giggled when you shook your head at her.

She leaned over you, her head ducking down to suck your nipples into her mouth; She moaned into the skin as her tongue swirled around you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch her lath at your chest, coating them in her spit as her tongue flicked on your buds.

Your hips twitched under her body, “Fuck me, Abby, please— “

“Needa get you wet first, baby,” she hummed around your nipple, her words shaking the sensitive skin. You jerked, your legs twitching next to her hips.

“I’m so fuckin’ wet already, c’mon, gimme what I want— “

Your words were cut off by her soft lips as they molded against yours. You made a small noise, your eyes slowly fluttering shut at the feel of her pillowy mouth. She kissed you with so much care and affection, and it made you squirm, your thighs squeezing around her waist.

You were pulled out of your trance when you felt her hand on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing your face. You instantly stiffened; She was so sweet, too fucking gentle, and it your heart pound at an alarming pace, anxiety suddenly swirling in your stomach as you cringed.

You gently pushed at her shoulders and looked at her, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“You alright?” She checked in softly.

You nodded quickly, your pussy squeezing at her tone. “Um… yeah. Just— can we, like— “

She shuffled off you and stood at the side of bed, awkwardly grabbing at the back of her neck as she apologized, “Yeah! Um, I’m sorry. I kinda just— “

“Don’t apologize! I’m just in a,” Lie. Just fucking lie! You looked off to the side, “… kinda in a hurry.”

You sounded like such an asshole. You had nowhere to fucking be, but you always felt terrible whenever you were forced to shut down her intimate gestures. You had no choice but to be stiff with her; She knew what this was between you two, and it could never go beyond that.

You watched her back muscles flex as she rummaged through her drawer, pulling out her strap and some lube. She undressed quietly, only clad in her boy shorts as she stepped into and adjusted the thick dick on her waist, securing it before turning around to look at you, returning to her previous space between your legs.

You shivered with want, moving to unbutton your jeans, but she slapped your hands away to do it herself. She moved hastily, ripping your pants and underwear down your legs, and tossing them to the floor.

Your bare pussy throbbed as you held your legs open so she could ease into your cunt, but she yanked you to the edge of the bed, your ass hanging off it and dropped to her knees.

She shoved her tongue inside your pussy without warning, her wet muscle wiggling around, massaging your walls as your clit pulsed. Your head dropped onto her sheets as you sighed, her tongue swiping up from your entrance to your twitchy bud. She spat the wetness she collected from inside you onto your clit and you groaned.

She sucked it into her mouth, and you cried out, your hands flying down to her soft hair to pull at it.

She was licking into all of your spots with enthusiasm, and your hips bucked into her mouth as your orgasm quickly built in your stomach. She took time to learn your body in a way that no one else did and it always shocked you how fast she made you cum. You could already fucking feel it with every quick flick of her tongue on you.

You bucked in shock when you felt two of her thick fingers slip past your entrance, curling up to hit that spot inside that made you see white. She was hitting it with obscene accuracy, your pussy practically melting around her fingers with every plunge into you. You were about to see god, she was going to make you squirt—

“Fuckin’—ah fuck!”

Your orgasm was going to be big; you felt it and it was so fucking close—

You need to cum, you need it you need it! “Abby, fuck, s’coming— “

Your hands shamelessly flew behind your knees to hold your legs up, your shouts of your orgasm increasing in pitch. You craned your neck and you forced your eyes open to look down at her, finding that she was already staring up at you, watching you lose it on her tongue.

“Feels s’good, fuck— “

She grinned on your pussy, “Then cum in m’fucking mouth, baby, needa swallow it— “

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your walls crushed her fingers, your orgasm building and building and building—

You couldn’t even understand your loud babbles as her fingers dug into you, milking your spot and forcing your cum out of you and onto her tongue. Your eyes fell shut as your body wracked in pleasure. You shouted obscenities and her name and demands of fuck me harder! The splashes of your wetness coated your thighs and her blankets and her.

You could hear her slurping at your cum as it poured out of you, her tongue shoving in alongside the grind of her fingers. She was moaning against your pussy like she was cumming, and it made you cum harder.

You felt her pull away and out of you, the cap of a bottle opening and sloppy wet sounds filling your ears. You nearly screamed when her dick squeezed in between your still clenching walls. Pure pleasure and shock rushed through you, prolonging the last bits of your orgasm.

You felt a soft hand grab your chin as she allowed you to recover, your eyes fluttering open to meet her serene ones.

“Okay, honey?” She cooed at you.

You blinked dazedly as your walls clenched harder on her, and she chuckled, slowly pushing deeper into you, “Yeah? Missed me, baby?”

Your pussy clenched in approval, and you nodded thoughtlessly. Her nails dug into your jaw as she grinded into you, “Missed this tight fucking pussy. Always thinkin’ about it.”

You brokenly moaned her name. She pulled out and fucked back into you harder, making you squeal.

She released the soft grip she had on your face, tightly grasping the back of your knees, and pinning them to your chest. You gasped sharply as she slid deeper, hitting where you couldn’t reach, right where you needed her. You could already feel another orgasm building in your toes, your eyes watering from the quick snap of her hips.

You couldn’t think or talk coherently as she used you, rendering you completely brainless every time her fat tip hit your g-spot. All you could do was grab at her hips, her thighs, her sheets, and wail at the top of your lungs how good it felt. The wet sounds of your pussy drenching her dick made your toes curl.

You were going to sleep so fucking good.

“You’re so fucking sexy, holy fuck— “

Your stomach was in tight knots as her skin slapped against yours.

“Can’t think with this dick inside you? Huh?” She sounded so cocky with every sneer she sent you, your eyes shut tightly. It’s right there, right there right there—

“This is all you want from me? Need me t’take care of this nasty fucking cunt?” She spat at you.

You hated it when she said things like that aloud, when she made your indifference towards her known; It crushed your heart, but how could you express your grievances when she was this deep in your guts? You were awful and selfish, and she didn’t deserve to be used like this, but you needed it. Needed her to do this for you. It made you feel sane, every thought in your head silenced and replaced with her her her—

You babbled nonsense warnings of how hard you were about to cum, and you felt her large hand clutch your throat. You wheezed out begs, pleading her to keep fucking you there, make you cry. Please, please, please, I need to sleep, Abby, please!

“Shhh, I gotchu, baby. Such a good girl.”

Your orgasm shocked you and her. You couldn’t hold back the scream you let out when your eyes shut, —even with her choking you out—your brain rattling in your head as your body attempted to jerk away from the intense pleasure she gave you.

But she held your legs down, keeping you still as she fucked you through it. You heard her moaning over your sobs and keens, only making out so fuckin’ hot and gonna make me cum so fucking good, and it threw you right into another orgasm.

Your walls squeezed around her with such constriction that she could barely move, but she managed to pull out and you almost cried at the emptiness, your orgasm slowly dying. She grabbed your hips and eased you higher up the bed before climbing up, pressing against and looming over you.

She hooked your knees into the crevice of her elbow, popping her tip into you with no hands, slowly pushing in so you could feel her. The details of her dick were catching on your walls and the feeling was making you tear up. She eventually sat fully inside you, grinding her entire length in so her tip nudged your spot, and you were about to fucking cum—

You were completely limp under her, relishing the kisses and sucks she gave your neck. She slid out slowly until just her tip was in you before dropping her hips, fucking her cock back into you. You thought you screamed but no noise left you as she pounded your cunt. She was hitting you so good, rotating between moving with her dick fully lodged in your guts and thrusting as pretty moans filled your ear.

You came so fucking hard, only having strength to pull at her sheets and sob, squealing her name and trembling as she sent you to space. She was somehow louder than you were, and you knew she was cumming. You had no energy to move, to stop her, to do anything. You just laid there and took what she gave as your body melted into the memory foam, relaxing completely as she rode out her pleasure inside you.

Your walls were still contracting around her dick, hugging like they never wanted her to leave, wanted to cling onto her forever. Her movements eventually came to a stop as she whined in satisfaction into your neck. She plopped against you, your sweaty, heaving chests pressed together.

The last thing you remember before knocking out was her soft kisses on your skin.

You woke up to blinding sunshine. You forgot to shut the fucking blinds again.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shoving your face into the plush pillow under you. You inhaled deeply and immediately stiffened.

Flowers. Fucking flowers, what the fuck—

You never left Abby’s last night.

You quickly sat up as your head rushed, looking over to see the vacant, mussed spot on her bed. You could hear the shower running and quiet hums coming from the master bathroom, and it made your heart race.

You threw the covers off you and stood quickly, walking over to where your clothes were neatly folded on her dresser. You saw the remaining strands of your bra balled up near her mirror. You hated how your pussy clenched.

You grabbed your clothes and dressed in urgency, nearly tripping over your stubborn pant leg.

The clattering of your phone falling from your pocket shook you. You bent down to grab it, the bright screen reading 12:34 and showing six missed calls from your parents. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

The running water shut off and you tensed.

You shoved your phone in your back pocket as your flight senses tingled. You would feel awful if you left her place without warning, and she would probably never talk to you again if you did. You were guarded around her enough as it is, and the last thing you were going to do was embarrass her further.

You stood by the dresser, awkwardly playing with your fingers until the bathroom door opened.

A dripping Abby walked out, clad in a towel, her wet hair wrapped in another as steam left the bathroom.

She shut the door gently before turning to face you. She looked bright, but it dimmed when she took in your frazzled appearance. You needed to leave. Now, now, now—

“H-Hey, um… are you leaving?”

You nodded stiffly, voice monotone, “Yeah. I didn’t wanna leave without telling you, though.”

Her hand on the doorknob dropped to her side as she sighed in exasperation. She scoffed, “That’s surprising. I thought you would’ve taken any opportunity to leave.”

Your eyes squinted at her suddenly snarky tone. You two never argued: there may be tension or words left unsaid after you leave her, but you never fought about your relationship, “What the hell are you talking about?”

She looked at you in shock, “Really? You’ve been acting like being around me is a chore this entire time! We… We don’t even speak— “

“What is there to talk about?” Your voice rose to match hers, your arms flailing around. “We both know what we agreed to when we started this!”

“I know we did! But you…” she looked so hurt and her voice was cracking, and it was making you uncomfortable. “You just treat me like I’m— “

You didn’t want to hear this anymore. You interrupted her harshly, “I'm not treating you like anything! We’re behaving exactly how we’re supposed to be! If anyone were to find out about what we’re doing, we’re fucked! That’s… that’s just how it is now!”

She took her bottom lip between her teeth and sniffled. She nodded and looked down at her bare feet before meeting your eyes again. Hers were teary, and it sent a painful jolt from your chest to your head, your heart filling with remorse. You needed to lay the fuck down.

Her voice shook as she spoke, but it was stern.

“Fine. You… you can let yourself out.”

Your shoulders dropped and your tone softened, “Abby— “

She shook her head, hers spiteful. “You know where the key is. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

You couldn’t get your apologies out before she pried the bathroom door open, walking inside and slamming it shut behind her. You flinched as it echoed in your skull.

The ringing of your phone blared through her four walls. You resigned, leaving her bedroom and gently shutting the door. You walked over to her staircase, pulling your device out to answer your mother’s call.

“Hey,” You leaned against the stair railing, trying to ignore Abby’s quiet sobs coming from her room. Your eyes shut, guiltily picking at the skin on your lip.

Your mom’s angered tone blasted through the speakers, “What the hell do you mean hey! Where have you been!”

You descended the stairs, sighing when you reached the bottom, “I… was at my friend's house! We got caught up, my bad.”

“Yeah, well, when you get caught up, you better tell m— “

Your mom’s voice was suddenly cut off by your father’s distant laughter. You heard her shout gimme my phone before your dad’s cheery tone rang through the line.

“Heyyy, sweetheart. Ignore your mom, when are you comin’ home?”

You couldn’t help the tears that jerked in your eyes at his voice.

What the fuck were you doing.

You cleared your throat before speaking, “I’m, uh… I’m leaving my friend's place now. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, baby! Take your time,” You heard your mom yell out don’t tell her that!

“I love y’all,” You did, you loved them so much.

“We love you so much more. Drive safe,” You heard your mom’s shout and your father’s laughter, and more tears jerked in your eyes.

When the line went dead, you propped yourself over the back of Abby’s couch and cried in silence. You tried to keep your small breakdown short; You still had so much editing to do for your thesis. But you couldn’t stop your flowing tears.

The drops slid down your face and onto her soft lounge pillows. You never cared enough to inspect her living space since she invited you in the first time, but you couldn’t help your wandering eyes as you digested her living room. The area was quaint and serene: there was a small fountain propped on a small table in the corner of the room, crème and black walls littered with framed artwork, decorative tables holding vases filled with fresh roses, her coffee table that still held the half filled, rose-littered mug with a tea bag string hanging out of it, her reading glasses. A framed photo of a smiling Abby carrying her just as happy baby girl on her back in front of a lake.

And a marked book titled Working Through Grief right next to it.

It forced a loud sob out of you, your hand flying over your mouth to hush any noise you might’ve made.

You fucked up. You fucked up so bad, and you still had the audacity to be in her safe space. You needed to go; you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You snatched your purse off the couch and booked it for the front door, almost forgetting to retrieve the key to lock it behind you. You secured it and hid the key in its designated spot before rushing across the street to your car.

You grabbed your keys from your purse and unlocked it, pulling the driver's door open before flinging yourself inside. You slammed the door and your heavy head dropped onto the steering wheel. You took some deep breaths, trying to calm the nausea that hit you out of nowhere. Sobs wracked through you as you shook in your seat.

You were so fucking selfish.

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prologue. part one.

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devy30 · 2 years ago

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Hiii friend! So this is my first time ever making/asking for a request, so I’m sorry if I goof somewhere or don’t make a lot of since.. ,:)

But my request is, do you think you can do an Abby Anderson/Female reader, with Abby being a dom!brat tamer and the reader being a brat? And the reader was acting up and so Abby punishes the reader with spankings and the likes (also like maybe small spit kink if you’re comfortable with that)(*bonus*would be great if Abby has a strap on!) I just really wanna see a f!reader getting punished and hella dicked down, with aftercare!

Take care you lovely person! <3

━ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, established relationship, hard/rough sex, spankings, mentions of pain and liking it, punishments, color system, strap on use ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap sucking ( reader ), choking, spit kink, pet names, jealousy, abby being a dick, hickies, kissing, SUB DROP, crying?, fluff and aftercare, dom!abby, sub!reader, light drinking, mentions of weed, SUPER LONG

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/ I SPENT SO LONG ON THIS I CAN'T READ IT AGAIN

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR 4 HOURS JUST TODAY!! I put my old authorussy into this y'all I hope you enjoy it!! thank you so much and I hope you take care lovely anon!! You did great!!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

The entire room smelled like alcohol and weed, your mind dazed as you rested against Abby's shoulder while kicking your legs that were on either side of her own, accidentally wacking her calf every few minutes earning a grumble from your girlfriend.

You were deathly bored, but Abby didn't care, letting you have a sip of her liquor every now and again to keep you happy. But it didn't have the same effect anymore giving the huffy and puffy nature you had now with your arms crossed and a cute little pout on your lips.

"Can we go now?" You asked her quietly, her fingers pulling down the part of your skirt in between your thighs to conceal your white panties.

The boy across from you both having tried a bit too hard to see up to them causing Abby to glare him down, and him to look away.

"In a minute." You murmured something in response and grabbed the hand that wasn't tight around your waist, messing with her fingers.

"I wanna go now." "I said in a minute. Here." She handed you the can in her hand, letting you take a gulp before pulling it away and from your grabby hands getting a glare from you.

"I wasn't done." "Yeah you are." You blew out a breath, moving a few of her baby hairs in the process while your hand wrapped around her braid letting it tickle your palm.

"Why?" You knew she hated when you'd question her over your wellbeing, Abby knew you best and she knew how to take care of you. She hated when you'd go against it, because you'd always come crawling back to her begging to be taken care of.

"Because then I'd have to take care of you tomorrow instead of having a day off." You twisted the braid around your finger. "But I thought you loved me?" You said quietly making her chuckle, looking down at you while you stared entranced by your own hand.

"I do, just not enough to clean up your puke at five a.m." You wanted to laugh but you were too antsy, twisting and turning while kicking your feet letting your skirt ride up again for her to have to pull back down once more.

Much to her frustration as she tugged it back over your pretty panties for what seemed like the fifth time that night.

"Stop moving." "I can't Abby, I'm bored..." You dragged the word out, reaching for the can hoping she'd let you sip once more, but again she pulled it back. "What did I say?" Her free hand pushed your face to look at her, everyone around you distracted at the conversation happening throughout the room between the boys.

"I'm bored." You stated once more.

"I heard you the first time, thanks." "Don't be a dick." "Excuse you?" She laughed, almost expecting you to be joking with her.

"What if I asked Kyle to take me home, think he would?"

Her grip tightened, jaw clenching while her eyes met your snarky smile. Staring forward at him while you continued to kick your legs again and again, back and forth and back causing the skirt to ride up on your thighs once more.

"You want him to?" You turned to meet her cold stare while shrugging. "At least he'd let me drink. And maybe let me have more fun after that.." That was it, her hand hit your thigh with a light smack gathering the attention of none but you who flinched at the sudden contact.

"Stop Y/n." "I wanna leave." She stared at you for a moment's time, letting the thick unbreathable tension settle for another long few seconds.

If there was one thing Abby despised, was you looking at other people. Teasing her about some guy or girl that you'd see when you weren't getting your way.

Your way of pushing her and it always did make her fall or at least stumble.

"Then get up."

You stood up with a kick of your legs, not bothering to pull down the back of your skirt while turning around to face Abby. The woman standing from the couch and tall in front of your frame, your eyes meeting her own grayish ones.

"Try not to suck each other's dicks dry by tomorrow idiots." The boys threw a few insults and comments back along with laughter towards her as she guided you out of the room, tugging the fabric down in the back while you skipped right into the hallway.

"Of course." She heard you say while you stomped off towards your door. "You never let me have any fun, and you're upset?" She then heard you add.

She was quiet once more so you continued on, digging your grave deeper and deeper,

"You don't pay attention to me and then you get mad at me for wanting it." You huffed coming up to your shared room, staring at Abby, waiting for her to unlock it.

"Once we get inside–" She unlocked the door.

"–on your knees."

And you complied, grumbling as you made your way to your side of the bed happy to be getting some mind from her, kicking off your shoes while glancing at Abby staring you down from the doorway.

A smirk playing on her lips while she watched.

Looking down at the bed again you knelt, your knees hitting the hardwood floor, staring at the wall on the other side of the bed. The paint chipped and worn, posters you've both collected covering most of it up.

"Nothing but the skirt." She said, shutting the door and locking it.

Your hands crossed over your front, tugging off your shirt exposed your white lace covered bra. Setting aside your top before Abby's hand appeared under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes, your hands wrapped around your body to unhook the lingerie from your torso.

"Open."

Your mouth parted taking in her thumb as your straps slipped down your arms exposing your chest for her to take in. A smile gracing her face feeling your tongue swirling around the pad of her finger, your eyes never leaving her own.

Even once her thumb pushed back out of your mouth, dragging your spit along your pouting lips.

"Stay." She walked off again leaving you to watch her go, a familiar black box rising from a bottom dresser drawer.

Your belly sunk to the bottoms of your knees, looking forward at the sheets once more, Abby appearing in front of you after a moment, this time adorning a bulge in her jeans and an angry expression.

"Up." You stood up and got into her lap, staring at her smiling mouth. "You know what to do babe."

"No... not that, anything but that.."

You tried you did and she gave you props for it begging for her the entire night and finally getting what you wanted. But, she wasn't gonna let you off the hook that easily. You tried.

But it only got you nowhere but laid in her lap, hugging her knee as her hand came to the edge of your short, short skirt.

Her fingers twisting and messing with the thin fabric before it was pulled over the curve of your sheer covered ass.

"Color?" "Green." You huffed.

Manny taught Abby that, saying an older guy from watch taught him and he thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Joking that he'd use it if he cared.

Little did he know,

Abby tugged your panties down your legs,

that it would be put to good use.

"Do you think Kyle would want to see you like this? Count." She smacked your ass making you jump. "One." You said quietly, your cunt squeezing at nothing as a response.

"Answer me Y/n." She spanked you again, this time you didn't jump, a few tears beginning to prick your eyes from the pain.

"Yes. Two." "Do you want him to?"

Smack.

"No. Three."

The sting was delicious yet burned on your soft skin, wanting her to comfort you but it never came.

It was a punishment, bad girls don't get rewards and comfort until they've been dealt with and apologize.

"How many do you think should be good?" You didn't answer getting you another harsh form of contact. "I'm not sure. Four." "What about..."

Slap.

"Five?" "Five." You counted as she spoke at the same time.

"Color?" "Green." You whimpered, wiping your face on her pant leg while holding her thigh tight, as tight as you could from the awkward position you laid in.

"What about a few more? Huh baby?" Abby teased with a chuckle her head then moved to carress your sore asscheeks, rubbing in comforting circles over your hurt skin. Teasing the ache between your legs.

Spank.

"Six."

Again.

"Seven."

And again.

"Eight."

Another.

"Nine."

And another.

"Ten."

"Think that's enough." You sniffled, trailing your nail over her fabric covered knee, feeling her comforting the irritated flesh on your ass.

"Sit up babe." You moved to get up and on your knees, steadying yourself by grabbing her shoulder. Her knuckle coming up to wipe your wet cheeks with an adoring smile to go along.

"You did so good." She got you to finally meet her gaze, seeing that lovely sparkle enter your eyes again.

"Do you want me to prep you?" You then asked in almost a whisper, Abby having to move forward to make sure she heard you correctly. Or at all from how quiet you were.

"Aw, the baby wants to help now?" She teased, moving your arms away so she could see your tits, circling one of your nipples with her finger. "Yes please." "Then get down there."

You dipped down back to the floor on your knees, hurrying to unzip her jeans and let the fake cock inside spring free. Looking at it with uncertainty before you met the eyes of your girlfriend, waiting on you to do what you'd asked to.

"Y/n." Without another word a string of spit passed your lips onto the head of the fake dick, your hand running up and down the silicone until Abby got impatient.

"It's not gonna bite babe, open.." You let your jaw go slack, Abby pushing your head down onto the fake body part, almost laughing as you choked on its size, tears welling up in your eyes once more while she made you begin to bob up and down.

"Is it too much for you? Aw..." You mumbled out a response, a 'no' to you and a muffled noise to Abby who laughed out loud this time, pushing your flyaways from your face to see your eyes. Straining yourself to meet Abby's, the girl cooing at you for this.

"You look so fucking pretty choking on my dick." Saliva collected at the corners of your lips and dribbled towards your chin. "Say thank you." You pulled away, croaking out a few quiet words of graditution moving to go back to your task when she stopped you.

"You think I should fuck you now?" "I dunno.."

At that she shoved your head back down hearing you gag on the plastic and grip her strong calves for support below. Tears falling down your warm cheeks, loving the dizziness of your loss of air.

Your pussy aching and pained from how ignored it was getting. Wetness seeping onto your legs underneath your body as you continued to sit in the same haggard position.

"Color?" "Green."

"Do you think Kyle would want you to suck his dick?" She asked, leaning back on a hand, the other gripping your hair while you choked on your words.

"I think he would. I think he'd leave you high and dry, because he doesn't know how to take care of you, does he?"

She gripped your head up and made you look at her, chin glistening and sucking in deep breaths of oxygen, your lungs burning and screaming for a break.

"No, only you do." "Then why do you do shit like that?" You weren't sure if it was rhetorical, if Abby wanted you to answer her or not, but the silence was deafening.

"Because I wanted you to pay attention to me."

It was so cute Abby had to grin.

"So you acted like a brat?" She tilted her head as she asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry." "Are you though?" You nodded quickly. "Words baby." "Yes Abby I'm really sorry. I wanna be a good girl now."

"Get up here." You crawled up onto the bed again, Abby leaving you alone on the mattress to undress herself while you laid back onto the soft surface.

Your knees weak already from your place on the ground a few moments before.

"Take the skirt off." She said, unclipping her own bra while you pushed down the garment and practically threw it across the place. "Hands and knees pretty girl." And you complied, flipping onto your belly and sticking your ass up into the hair for her, feeling a chill run through you and against your slick cunt.

"You did so good prepping me. Look how wet you are from just that." The fake head teased your slit, Abby's warm hands gripping your hips and rubbing little circles with her thumbs. "Please Abby..."

And without another thought she bottomed out, a light scream admitting from your lips when the fake cock pushed into your plush walls and grazed your special spot. Your hands gripping the comforter with all of your strength making your knuckles ache.

"Oh fuck.." With another yank your ass smacked against her making sure she was fully inside you with a nice skin smacking sound to compliment, loud moans tumbling for your lips.

"Color?" You breathed. "Green."

And with that she began to screw into you, slamming her bare hips against your own letting the plastic pleasure you while she all but fell on top of your body and scooped you up and back into her chest.

Fucking into your sopping cunt that created loud wet sounds to fill up the four walled room.

"Ab–Abb–Abby–y–" She kissed along your neck and your nape, continuing her abuse of your pussy, the rough pads of her fingers collecting your wetness in order to circle your pretty clit, looking at her over your shoulder.

"You look so fucking pretty.." "Oh.. oh fu–ck–k.."

"Who makes you feel good?"

"Y–ou Ab–by.."

"That's right baby.." Her fingers continued to toy with you pussy, still fucking into you as the coil in your bell wound up tighter and tighter threatening to snap if she continued her pace.

And it wasn't like she didn't notice, hearing your unintelligible babbles grow louder, and your hands tense more to keep yourself up.

"Think they can hear you?" She then smirked against your skin, picking you up so she held your entire body up as she fucked you.

Slapping your cunt when you didn't respond.

"I h–hope.." "Well aren't you a slut." "Yo– your slu–slut Abby." You cried, clawing at her forearm that you held tight creating red marks along her freckled flesh and she fucking loved it.

"Yeah, yeah you are."

"I'm gonna cum Abby.." "Yeah?"

You nodded hurriedly, staring to fall forward again but she wouldn't allow it, keeping you both up while she rested on her knees.

"Can I cum, please, please, please let me cum pl–" "Do it. Cum babe."

And you did with a scream, dropping onto the mattress but she didn't slow down. Letting you go to grip onto your thighs and pull you closer.

"Abby– stop too much–" "What's your color baby?"

You couldn't speak for a moment, mouth wide open as choked noises passed by.

"Y/n. I'll stop." It wasn't harsh, no she was really asking, making sure you were good to go, but you made sure she knew you were.

"Green! Fuck it's green!" "That's my girl."

Her hips never stopped fucking into you, drawing out your orgasm until you could feel another one beginning to come to the brink of your belly.

"Abby please.." "Please what?" "I wann–wanna see you.."

The woman didn't hesitate to flip you over onto your back, only pausing for a second before she continued to screw her hips into your own. Leaning down to kiss your swollen, glistening lips feeling you pushing towards her – wanting more.

"Open your mouth pretty girl." And you did, Abby's hand grabbing your face to keep it as still as possible. The cock still moving in and out of yourself as you happily did what she asked.

Wanting everything that she wanted to give you. A string of spit soon falling out and into your own mouth a command to swallow following.

"Good girl." You grinned at her through your sweat, spit and tears, feeling your orgasm arriving once more. "I'm gonna cum again.."

Abby pushed your leg aside and as far up as it would go giving her better access into your hole, beginning to rub your clit once more.

"You've been so good.." She muttered, biting at the flesh of your collarbone and neck sure to leave visible marks for everyone to see tomorrow. "Please, please.." "Go ahead." "Oh fuck!"

Your head fell back, digging into the bed while your back arched upward towards Abby.

"That's my good girl, that's it." Her hips slowed, holding you while she continued moving in and out, rubbing your clit as you came down for the first time, your breathing the only sound in the room beside the light wet circling of your sensitive nub.

"I'm not done with you yet." She pushed your knees nearly to the mattress from how wide she kept you spread, looking down at where the plastic sat inside your pretty hole keeping you filled up.

"To think you wanted to show this to him earlier. All because I wasn't paying enough attention to you." She grabbed your face and got so close you could feel her breath against your mouth.

"Fucking brat."

She kissed you just as she slammed deep inside you once more, her hand taking its place on your neck this time. Swallowing up your loud cries – pulling away to hear your girlish whines and babbles with a laugh.

"Aww, think you can give me one more?" You nodded, humming loudly while you desperately tried to tell her yes. "Mhm, mhm.." "Fuck you're adorable."

"Abby.. I can't.." You shook your head, getting another kiss from your girlfriend. "Yes you can, cause you're my good girl, right?"

Tears flooded your face from the amount of pleasure that came in high waves. You shook your head though.

"I don't wa–ant the stra–ap anymo–ore.."

Abby didn't say anything, still playing with your clit but her hips had stopped, coming to a pause while she unstrapped the fake cock. Keeping you moaning and grabbing for her arm while her fingers still continued to go around and around your bud.

"Clean it off if you want me to keep going." You complied leaning forward and letting her shove the fake cock down your throat once more, tasting yourself on the plastic silicone.

It then abruptly left as Abby tossed it aside, leaning down to take a long lick up your slit.

"Oh! Oh fuck! Abby.." Her palms flattened against your inner thighs and pushed them away her tongue invading your hole that was already used and abused by her. Fingers dancing around your clit while you stared her down the entirety of the time – hands slowly inching towards her head.

"No." She grabbed your hand with her free one, intertwining your fingers while her tongue pushed back and forth making your legs shake even worse then they were.

"Faster please Abby, faster–" "Don't get greedy baby." You whined again, squeezing her hand once more when her mouth moved up to press a deep kiss to your clit.

Then she moved back down to your hole, deepening her reach watching your head fly back in response. Your body writhing and squirming against her hold on it.

"Abby..." "You gonna cum baby?" You nodded quickly, already close due to how overstimulated you already were. "More.." You muttered, wondering if she'd scold you again but this time she smirked up at you, dragging you closer to her face.

Fucking you even deeper with her tongue then you could handle, trying your best to tug your lower half away from her mouth.

"Too much.." "One more." You shook and shuddered, it was like fireworks erupted throughout your body, or how you assumed fireworks would feel, trying to cover your mouth but her hands just continued pulling them away from your face.

Her assault on your cunt never ending as you came trying to push her head away. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby!"

"See? I said you could take it." She nuzzled into your thighs, pressing light kisses to them before backing up.

Her eyes landing on your fucked out face and your far off gaze. Lost in your dazed mind trying to regain your composure that was lost long ago.

"You did so good."

She sat up, softly kissing your forehead and then your nose. Then another on your lips, finally feeling you react but just barely kissing her back.

"I'm gonna clean you up, okay babe?" You hummed but still grabbed her when she walked off, watching her tall muscular body dress quickly and leave to grab what she needed.

It was then where it seemed a huge weight fell on top of you, looking around for Abby despite knowing she wasn't there.

Almost on the verge of tears until she hurriedly returned and appeared at your side, holding you while she began the cleanup process, one you both hated and loved.

"Here babe." She handed you some water, helping you to drink it, your body still shaking before you cuddled into her chest and began to cry, holding her shirt while she cleaned between your legs, muttering praise into your hair.

"I love you..." You whispered, whimpering when she ran the rag too harshly against you. "I love you more. Sorry." She kissed your forehead as you slowly calmed yourself, taking another drink of the water.

"S'okay." Finally she reached beside herself and grabbed the extra clothes she'd already set out in the very beginning, tugging one of her shirts over your head.

"M'sorry for being a brat." Abby knew that by tomorrow you'd find another thing to act up about, but she took it, because those cute doe eyes seemed to have a leash on her.

"I know baby." You stared off again for a moment. "Are you mad at me?" If you weren't so out of it you'd think that was a silly question, but you asked Abby it every time, looking up at her expecting her to say 'yes'.

But she never did, it's what made her smile every time.

"No, could never be mad at you. You just have to listen to me." She saw you smile just a bit, tracing her neck with your nail. "M'kay." Finally you moved so that Abby could slide your new underwear and pants on, laughing when you grabbed her and pulled her back down with you onto the bed.

"I gotta turn the lamp off." "Later." You murmured, digging your face into her chest, the blankets still underneath you both, the lamp left on, but you weren't going to let her go, you'd probably cry if she did get up again.

"I love you." She then muttered against your forehead, kissing it once more. But you were already nearly asleep.

aN: HOUSE OF DRAGON IS SOSOSOOSOSOS GOOD!

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