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⠀⠀⠀ღ ELECTRAPLAYER ✶ YOU NEED ME NOW? PART 2

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♰ ˚. NOW YOU GOT YOUR FEELINGS BACK!

feat. masc!reader x brat!abby

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: brat taming, anal play, daddy!kink, degrading, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of dildo.

sum. two weeks, fourteen days and abby could tell you the exact minutes it's been since she's suffered in your absence. operating with your loved one on the road wasn't an easy task. abby has needs. all of which can only be solved by, well, you.

an: hello hello <3 this is part 2 of our monster, yet most beloved fic! you can read part one here ! 11k words of pure filth, sorry not sorry, mwah enjoy, please, i will cry. our whole pussy went into this. it gets really slutty in here hehe. another installment with my amazing and talented rayray <3 @andersonfilms ilysm.

palestine masterpost

she couldn’t deny it. she always loved watching you touch yourself. so watching you running your hand up and down your body, stopping between your legs for a few seconds before chuckling breathlessly under your breath, had her thighs clenching. “yes” she whined, baby blue eyes glued to the hand between your legs. your phone giving her the best picture of your soaked cunt. her lips parted, tears pooled even more in the corners of her eyes as she watched how your fingers dipped between your legs again and rubbed slow circles on your clit, the sound of your guttural groans had the blood rushing to her head, ears ringing and her face flushed a deep red. practically the shade of the roses you buy her every week.

looking back at the screen with a grin on your face, to find abby looking at you hungrily, you sucked in a deep breath through your teeth and cocked your head more to the side, giving her a perfect view of your collarbones. the same ones she loves to spend time kissing and biting. but for once, she’s not paying attention to them, she’s got her attention elsewhere. mainly on your fingers and your pussy. the same fingers that haven’t stopped lazily rubbing circles on your clit, spreading your wetness. “you want me, baby?” you mumbled, sinking your teeth in your bottom lip, gasping out soft breaths. chuckling at her wordless nod, eyes still focused on the hand between your legs. “funny” you paused, eyebrows pinched in a tight frown, too focused. “you didn’t get my permission to touch your pussy, which may i remind you is mine. you’re my good girl, yeah?” your voice comes out shaky, jaw clenching tighter, but you don’t give her room or time to respond to your question before you’re opening your mouth again. “s’okay, you don’t have to tell me you are, i know you are, and my good girl listens to me, yeah?”

“yes, daddy” abby breathes out on autopilot. simple words and questions enough to break her brain down and obey whatever you tell her or say to her. “m’your good girl, i promise.”

giving her a small nod, you lean your phone closer to where you know she wants to be and grin at the way she looks at you instantly, trying to behave for you. “so you’re going to listen to my every command and if you behave, then you can cum. do you understand, baby?”

“yes, daddy”

“good girl,” you hummed, lying against the pillows behind you and spreading your legs wider for abby and her wondering eyes. still listening to you, and not disobeying. “you wanna cum, baby?”

“please,” she almost cries.

“c’mon then, spread your legs and play with your pretty clit for me”

without another thought, abby places her phone carefully on the nightstand the second the words fall from your mouth, making sure you can see most of her, before lying down on her bed, a sinister smirk forming on your lips at the sight of her rubbing her thighs together, trying to soothe the ache between her legs. “that’s a good girl” you praised, mouth agape, eyes zoned in on her facial expressions, and fingers moving rapidly against your clit. “touch yourself nice and slow for me” you choked out, a slight whine in your voice. “uh huh, that’s it” you groaned, watching her head fall back against the pillows with parted lips the second her fingers dip between her legs and find her throbbing clit. “need it really bad don’t you?”

abby isn’t sure if she responds with words, but the pathetic whimper that falls from her between her swollen lips is a good enough answer for you. usually, you always tell her to use her words, but you’ve teased her enough and all you wanna do now is help your pretty girl cum. just like she deserves. spreading her wetness over her clit, another string of whines claw out of her throat, legs already trembling with each touch. “need more,” came her gasped voice. “m’sorry for touching myself, i won’t do it again, but please—”

“shh, i know, baby” you cooed, wanting nothing more than to crawl through the screen, bury your fingers in her sopping cunt and make her cum as many times as she’d like. “m’gonna make you cum, yeah? daddy will make you cum” you promised.

breathless thank you’s tumble from her, free hand turning white due to her tight grip on the sheet below her sweaty body. the tight coil in her stomach is aching to be snapped, each moment furthers her mind into sanity but then your heavenly voice centers her back into herself. a simple call back into reality yet somehow it still sends her reeling.

“tell me what you’re doing right now, baby. i want to hear how fucked out you are, yeah?” you take a pause before abby sees you moving, the camera goes black until she’s seeing your handsome face again. the soft light of the sunrise coats the edges of your jaw, as if you weren’t already the most mesmerizing person she’s ever seen.

“is that what you want?” abby questions and you nod. “yeah baby, that’s what i want.” for the first time since abby hopped onto the call, she focus on something else other than her pleasure. it’s faint but loud enough to pick up on the mic. there’s an inkling of what she thinks it is. the fear of further punishment, godforbid teasing, makes the question die on her tongue.

“okay, um, i can do that.” the quiet mumbling of her voice, almost tripping over her words entirely. yet she catches herself from making a fool of herself entirely. abby emits a whimper before she can begin, the blonde frustrated as she’s knuckle deep in her pussy but still has yet to get anywhere because she needs you. so badly.

“do you think you still can even though i’m touching myself right now?” abby chokes on thin air, as if it was even possible. words are lost as she tries to process the sultry of your tone translating to feign innocence. “all of this talk and time apart, now i understand why you couldn’t help yourself but you really should have asked me first.”

“i know, i know, but i can make up for it now, right?” the blonde pleads, begging for a silver of your grace. as much as she loves giving you your shit back, more than anything, she needs your overflowing validation. the feeling nags at her heart as her pussy achingly clenches around fingers she wishes were yours.

“yeah, you sure can, baby. why don’t you remind me why i love that pretty mouth of yours and put it to good use?” your eyebrow quirks upwards, proposing her to continue, an insinuation clearly made.

you scratch my back and i scratch yours.

in disbelief, she can’t believe you’re giving her the reins even if it’s just for this one night, abby won’t let it pass her by. even when the two of you know who is in control, the one who is always in control. abby hits a particular spot in her cunt, making her breath stagger, her jaw dropping as a moan falls from gnawed lips.

“did that feel good, baby?” your voice making her moan again, her pussy gripping onto your voice as if it’s the direct lifeline it needs. maybe it is.

“yeah, shit, it does.” you tsk at her, disapproval laced in as soon as it can be heard. “well you’re supposed to be making me feel good and someone’s not doing a very good job of it. still a selfish spoiled brat who only wants to cum.” for a moment abby wants to interject, stand up for herself, plead that it isn’t true, but the two of them know she’s practically been nailed to a cross for her crimes. righteously and sinfully pinned for her sins and now all there can be is retribution.

“you should know better than that, i taught you better, baby. so have some fucking manners and make me cum or i’m hanging up the phone, right now.” abby eagerly nods, knowing your threats don’t lay empty. there’s always a punch packed with them.

with a pulsating clit and a never ending need to get what she wants, abby switches her gears to please you. finally giving in, her way won’t be tolerated. painfully, she plays with your rules even if all she wants is just a sliver of white gold slipping down her thighs.

still, abby forces herself to shift gears. if she wants to cum, you have to be blissfully fucked out. “i bet it’s been really hard without me, huh? i know i miss my fucking you with my mouth. mindlessly stuck between your strong thighs for hours, the way my tongue rolls and flicks over your clit.” abby pauses taking a note of your heavy breathing. delightfully, she smirks.

“do you like that daddy? yeah, i know you do. you couldn’t stop riding my tongue, your hips rolling into my tongue. i like it when you’re a mess for me but tonight i need you to make one.”

“well, you’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to cum. need more than a pretty girl with a filthy mouth.” you’re losing your grip and she knows it. your bark biting out abby clocks the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

“really? i don’t think i do. not when you’re thinking about fucking my right cunt while you fuck yourself.” she’s pushing you into a corner, one you made her push you into. yet, you’re still trying to squirm your way out of.

“that’s…i’m not—” you try to stand your ground, not wanting to give in so easily. “that’s not what’s happening.”

“are you sure, daddy? your pussy sounds awfully wet to me.” your jaw clenches as you slow down your rhythm, an attempt to center yourself but abby picks up on it. apparently, it’s something she won’t allow.

“who told you could slow down?” your eyebrows furrowed, waiting for her to continue. “i want you to fuck yourself as hard as you fuck me. keep going.” you look back at the screen, her pools of blue dilated as she gives you a command and fuck she looks too good — you can’t say no.

“alright. whatever you say, mommy.” abby chokes on the name as her pace increases, thumb slightly edging towards her clit. she can’t help herself and you’re not even here, right? whose gonna know what’s she’s going right now?

“did you just—” the words fall flat on her tongue, the ball suddenly back in your court, as if it ever left. “um—” you let out another groan, a cry of abby’s name falls from your lips, the first sign of true submission. somehow, the blonde is able to pick herself back up. even if the whispers of mommy won’t leave her head or the slick dripping to the sheets.

“what? want me to say it again? you might cum on the spot. can’t have that can we?” the chuckle is condescending, piercing through the mic and into abby’s cunt. “i may be a fucked out mess, looking at your pretty face and those pretty tits i wanna bury myself in, but i know you’re just aching to fucking cum. such a whiny girl, so frustrated.”

“stop.”

“hm, you do? if i do you won’t even get to hear what i’ve been wanting to do to your ass,” you paused, pretending to think on your words.

“tell me? please?” abby needs it. she desperately needs to her it. to hear you. for once, you bite back a laugh, or a remark and raise an eyebrow, giving into her. just once.

“you don’t understand how many times i think about stuffing all your holes. you get too bratty sometimes, gonna need to put something in your mouth to shut you up. gonna let me play with you when i see you again? fill both your holes and see if you can take it? not sure why i’m asking, i already know you can. bet it would feel so good to feel you clench around my fingers while i fuck your pretty ass,” her sudden whine has you stopping, grinning at her through your phone. “yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you, baby? cum on my fingers while i fuck your ass?”

one second abby had everything. the words to have you choking on a groan, biting back a remark at her, almost slipping completely, to all of that being taken from her and back into the palm of your hand. “you don’t even need to say anything, the way you’re looking at me right now tells me everything i need to know. poor baby, already thinking about it, huh?” abby nods her head, words lost on her as your mouth spews out the filthiest thoughts imaginable.

“why don’t you be a good girl and stuff your pussy full, yeah? add another finger for daddy. won’t be as thick as my cock, or even my fingers, but good enough to make you cum. can you do that for me?”

abby hums in agreement, her third finger slipping in with ease. she curls it along with the others, a groan slips as she throws her head back. somewhat, a sense of relief she’d been chasing all night and you were beginning to grant her with it.

“feels good, huh? just imagine it’s me, baby. my fingers, the tattoo on my hand you love so much. focus on me and my voice. daddy’s right here, baby.”

“daddy…daddy,” abby pauses as she gasps, her thumb running slow circles over her clit, lost to the sensation. “please can you talk about what you were talking about before?”

“what was it, baby? i’ve been talking an awful lot tonight. gonna have to be more specific than that.” her hips lift of the bed, as she trying to fuck into her fingers, it makes you slip another finger right along with her. watching her all fucked out does more to you than you bargain for, playing with the piercing in your mouth and it reminds you of the first time she discovered it and when she felt it for the first time. nearly, it almost has you cuming apart.

“s’needy, my beautiful girl, fuck you sound so good like that. almost ready to fall apart. tell me what you want to hear.”

“i wanna hear you talk about my ass again.” abby’s shy, but then she moans out your name again, not that shy. there’s a heavy breath at the other end of the line, makes your thighs shake when her blue eyes pan to the camera. she’s struggling to keep them up, half-lidded and hooded eyes peering up at you with a desperation you’ve never quite seen from her. “please daddy. i really need to fucking cum.”

“hm, you liked hearing about me fucking your ass, is that right?” with her free hand, she bites on her thumb, before sucking it into her mouth like a lollipop before dragging it to her nipple as she teases at the bud. “i do think about it all the time. how pretty your back would look arched for me, perfect face pressed into the sheets, as i tease your puckered hole. i’d spit first, make sure you’re nice and wet for me. all the way from your clit to the place no one’s ever touched. another hole that’s gonna belong to me, isn’t that right?”

abby reverently nods, her body begins to visibly shake, with a quiet whisper of more. you’re being brought to your own edge. still being good, her eyes on you as she practically drools over each word falling from your lips.

“m’gonna eat out your ass too baby, while my fingers fuck your cunt. gonna feel that pinky ring, the cool metal sitting right against you, it’ll almost feels as good as the piercing resting inside my tongue.” abby whimpers, daddy daddy daddy, you know she’s close and so are you. your thumb toys with your clit as her voice escalates, tripping over every word you’re saying. she fails to keep her eyes open any longer, but who can really fault your girl for that? you’ve never talked so openly about her ass before and god, you might die if you don’t get to fuck her ass the moment you can get your hands on her.

“i know my baby is gonna go crazy for my face shoved in your ass, smothering me to death with your cheeks as my tongue gets lost in between. run my thumb down your slit until i make my way to your clit? gonna cum for me while my tongue is fucking your ass and my thumb is circling your clit? will my mommy cum for daddy then?” you question as you cum after hearing her high pitch one, the kind that drags out and you swear it reaches you hundreds of miles away.

“fuck, baby, don’t stop fucking yourself, okay? fuck, m’gonna cum, i’m so fucking close. open those pretty eyes for me, okay? need to see them, shit, show daddy those gorgeous blues.” abby opens them as much as she can and you lose it. you’re not sure what noise came out of you, but they’re loud. all you see is her and all you can think about is abby. so wrapped around her finger and you wonder if she realized it. you’re not given much time to think as you gush around your fingers, speak them from knuckle to fingertip.

your body writhes, cursing out her name more times than you can count. abby hears mine, mine, mine and it sends her off the edge with you. seeing you so fucked out because of her does a number on her. finally, she cums all over her fingers. but it’s not just there.

it’s everywhere.

the sticky, warm cum coats her fingers, the sheets with the tops of her thighs. “keep going, baby. i’m not stopping, neither are you.” abby still feeling the aftermath of her orgasm, pushes through the over stimulation. she listens and keeps fucking herself through. the sound of her slick fills the air as she keeps looking at you through the front camera.

“my pretty girl, so gorgeous when you’re cuming. s’good for me, yeah? but i’m not done, you know?”

abby’s eyes nearly bug out, curiosity filling them instantly right along with disbelief. again? they want to go again? abby isn’t sure how much more she has left in her after she’d been teased all morning. the muscles in her stomach can finally relax and her thighs slump against the mattress. she feels bliss as her cunt throbs but it’s not because of the need, but the aftermath of the promise of your word.

“my pretty girl, can you go again? i’m feeling generous even if you’ve been a bad girl.” the commanding tone is back in your voice and abby feels the familiar desire building in her stomach, the tight ball forming and once it’s been crested, she needs the release. “yeah, um, i could go again.”

you nod approvingly, smirking slightly as you take in her disheveled presence. blonde hair in every direction, the slight flush to her pale cheeks, the slight pink hue to her chest indicating she had experienced a hint of relief.

“well i need you to do one think for me though,” you paused to heaf her asking what it is, so you so graciously provide her with information she wants “m’gonna need you to get on all fours, m’kay? back to the camera and let me see that pretty pussy and the ass i wanna fuck, yeah? gonna get off again watching you fucking your cunt. close and personal this time, alright? how does that sound, baby?”

“yes daddy.”

the smirk resting on your lips had abby dizzy. she can almost feel like your lips feel like against her neck, fingers sinking into the flesh on her thighs, and she breathes out a breathless sigh at the thought. shakily, with jelly-like limbs, abby sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and sits up on her knees. the display of her toned back had you clenching your jaw tightly, mind filling with so many thoughts at everything you could do to her.

“good girl,” you mumbled, clit throbbing at the sight of her. you could just make out the slick between her thighs, glistening and shining once she leant forward, arms out in front of her gripping, gripping the messy bedsheet. “fuck.” your voice hoarse, her spread legs giving you a good view of her soaked pussy and ass.

abby’s ears perked up and turned her head towards the camera, a lazy smirk on her face. biting her lip shyly, she can’t help but shake her ass enough to have you groaning through the mic again and screwing your eyes shut tightly. “like this, daddy?”

“yeah, baby, fuck, just like that” abby arches a little more, slips her hand down between her legs and messily rubs at her clit, spreading her folds right before your eyes. “oh fuck, that’s pretty”

“s’all yours daddy,” abby whines into the sheet, eyes fluttering closed. her head was filling with every single image of you. your smirk. your grin. your lazy smile. the sound of your laughter. all of it makes her shiver, wishing she could feel every single thing against her skin. wishes to hear your breathless grunting in her ear as you fuck your fingers into her cunt, curling them against that spot deep inside her that you know drives her insane. “need you”

“again? you need me again?” you had the gaul to snort at her words, unaware of the deeper blush it caused on her already crimson-red face. “how do you need me, baby?”

“i’ve been bad”

“yeah, i know, gorgeous” you smirked, licking your lips and watching her thighs slightly start to shake as she continued to rub harsh circles on her clit. all for you. always putting on a show for you. “so what do you want me to do about it?”

you were giving her the choice to pick her punishment— something you never do.

with a shaky breath, abby lifts her head up from the bed and turns to look at you over her shoulder, her fucked out expression had you sucking in a deep breath through your teeth. her plump lips raw red from biting them so much. eyes pooled with tears that have dried, wet ones now take their place. her once neatly tied braid falling apart, sticking to her sweaty forehead, flyways sticking out in opposite directions. “want you to fill me up,” she mumbled, holding herself up with a shaky hand. “need you to fill me up, daddy. i’ve been so bad, need it.” she’s delusional, too fucked out to care what she says. “fill all my holes, want it, just the thought of your fingers in my pussy and your cock in my ass makes me horny”

“want me to fuck your pretty ass that bad, beautiful?” was all you could get from that.

the way you asked so simply and nonchalantly had her nodding wordlessly. that question making a home in her brain. wanting to feel your thick fingers against her hips already. needing them buried down her throat. pulling her hair. desperately needing to feel them stretch both her holes. “uh huh,” she’s nodding, screwing her eyes shut tightly. “want you to stretch me open, make me take your cock, s’all made for you”

“don’t think i need to do much, baby girl” you smirked, watching her closely. “i bet the second i get my hands on you again, you’ll be so fucking soaked that i could just slip right inside you,” she’s whimpering again, humming along with your words, conforming them quickly. “yeah, i know your body more than you know it. you forget who makes that pussy cum sometimes”

a sound between a whine and a frustrated huff tears its way from her throat, and abby can’t tell if she’s agreeing with you, or too focused on the way her clit throbs against her fingers to keep up with your words. “s’not true” was her pathetic breathless reply. “it’s you. i know it’s you”

“yeah, it’s me. keep remembering that when you touch your greedy fuckin’ pussy to the thought of me making you cum on my cock, stretching both your pretty holes until it’s the only thing you think about when i’m not with you. can you do that, baby? keep thinking about having your ass stuffed with my cock? the only cock you will ever get, and maybe i will be nice and give you what you want when i get home. make your slutty dreams come true.”

abby gets lost in her pussy being stuffed by her soaked fingers, focusing in on your voice to help her reach the edge she seems to be chasing all night. even if you have already made her cum once, her body aches for more. pathetically, she tries to imagine it’s you instead of her as if you’re laying in this bed with her but it’s not the same. of course, you can tell. just like you said, no one knows her body like you, even herself.

“hm, i think my greedy brat needs something more than those slim fingers. will never be able to compare to mine, huh?” you bite your lip as you ponder for a moment before biting the bullet. abby wonders what you’ll even suggest at this point. it’s not as if you’re here and can help her.

“why don’t you grab your favorite dildo of the drawer, yeah? show me how pretty your cunt looks when it’s filled up for daddy. maybe, just imagine your other hole being filled since i can’t do it for you this time.”

unlike most of the night, the curious blonde follow your instructions as she picks the baby blue dildo from the nightstand. you’d originally bought the color because you said it’s a reminder of her gorgeous blues and it’s been her favorite ever since. she positions herself again with her perfect cunt on display, swollen lips glistening, milky-skin so perfect it was begging for a red hue of your palm.

“c’mon, be a good girl and take it like i know you can. wanna see you split your pussy. mhm, just think about how it’ll be in a short time. it’ll be me gripping onto your hips, pulling you back on my cock, watching my pretty girl get off.” abby follows your lead, slipping the toy inside her, humming deeply as it stretches her out. a groan leaves her lips, she almost speaks your name before it turns into a shriek.

“daddy wants you to take all of it, just like you would with me. keep going, babygirl.” part of you wishes you could see her fact but, fuck, you would actually kill someone if they ever tried to fuck with what’s so rightfully yours. “okay m’trying daddy, m’just so sensitive from earlier. feels too good, i—” you hear her groan, despite her defiance, she slips the dildo deeper as her back arches, giving you a better angle to look at.

“you what, baby?” asking gently as you wait for her to finish but she just begins fucking herself harder, whimpering as it hits a spot she’s been searching for all night. abby begins to moan loader, music to your ears. your thumb circles your clit as you use her moans to egg you on, shit, you might be able to cum with the sight of her cunt being fucked and her ass alone. “daddy can’t help you if you don’t tell me. speak.”

“it’s feels, um, a lot like you, just not as good.” practically drooling as you take her in, biting in your lip as you take note of the light recoil her ass makes. the need to sink your teeth into her increases, you need to fill her in every possible way, stuff all her holes until she’s nothing but your little fuck toy. your sweet girl, the one you love more than life itself, turned into a fucking whore for you.

“that’s fucking right. nothing feels as good as me. it’d be good to remember that next time you try to fuck your pussy without me. always gonna need me to get you there, no one can make you feel like this but daddy. my bad fucking girl, fuck, making such a mess right now. such a pretty slut with your pussy being filled, c’mon, know you can fuck yourself harder than that.” abby doubles down and it punches right to her stomach. she feels the familiar sensation, the only one she feels this with is you.

“daddy this, fuck—” she tries to articulate when your thoughts from earlier interject from the forefront of her mind. the curiosity plagues her mind so she pushes.

looking over at you again, abby takes note of the way your eyes are gazing more so at the dildo practically getting sucked into her cunt, stretching her out perfectly and the smallest smirk makes its way onto her face at the sight of seeing your chest rising quicker, breath heavier. you’re barely paying attention to what she’s saying to you, let alone what she’s thinking. usually you can tell, but right now, you can’t and that has her cunt clenching around the dildo.

it’s not until abby’s gasping out a loud breath, moans choked up and wrecked, that your eyes are flickering around the screen. your clit throbs painfully when everything suddenly registers for you. the sight of abby, on raised knees, fucking the dildo into her sopping cunt, the squelching sounds coming from between her legs had the blood rushing to your head and ringing in your ears.

but that’s not the only reason you’re struggling to keep yourself together.

one second she’s got her fingers in her mouth, coating them messily in her spit, to reaching back behind her, and that’s when your throat is drying up, eyes going completely wide, almost out their sockets when the smallest touch of her fingers against her asshole has you sitting up quickly, and gripping the sheet tightly under you. “baby—”

“you said, fuck, you can’t fuck my pretty ass because you aren’t here, wanna fuck it for you” abby chokes out, screwing her eyes shut tightly. “let me fuck it for you, daddy, please”

how can you say no to that?

“fuck, c’mon then, baby. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty ass when i get home” you whined. the sound going straight to abby’s clit and she clenches painfully around the dildo. wishing she was clenching around your cock.

starting off slowly, abby relaxes herself just enough, slowing down the thrusts of her dildo inside her, and leans herself forward to give you a better view. her jaw goes slack, lips parted and she moans deeply the second she rubs slow, gentle circles on her asshole. her thighs already tremble against sheets, but seeing the way she’s teasing herself like she knows you would do, has you groaning and biting down on your lip almost painfully. “fuck, you look so pretty,” you groaned, clenching own jaw tightly. “wish i could fuck your pretty ass right now, you have no idea”

“wish it was you” abby keens, body suddenly jolting in her spot when she’s nudging one of her fingers against her hole, easing herself. “need your fingers and your cock so bad,” she hummed to herself, pants and moans coming out louder. angelically bouncing off the 4 walls of your shared bedroom. “wanna see me fuck my ass, baby?”

“you know i do, angel” you answer her almost instantly, “give it to me, yeah?”

your words spurred her on, and your jaw instantly dropped to the floor at the sight of her sinking a singular finger inside her ass slowly. her pussy clenches around the dildo even tighter, if that was even possible, the stretch of the toy in her pussy and now her ass, had her eyes rolling back in her head, and chanting out strings of uncontrollable moans. “d-daddy,” her cries rang out.

“m’right here baby,” you cooed, voice soft and raspy through the mic. “you’re doing so well, my good girl”

“need it to be your cock” her words come out breathless. hips stuttering with each thrust of her fingers and her dildo. she wants to turn her head, see how it’s affecting you, she can only hear the heavy breaths you’re letting out, and the string of fuck’s leaving your lips, but she knows if she does, she will cum. you hate her coming without permission. “baby”

“poor baby needs to cum, huh?” your question is mocking, condesending and you know she loves it with how her pace has picked up, fucking herself harder, moaning louder. abby didn’t care if you asked her things in that tone, the same tone she knows not to mess with, as long as you were giving her all your attention. “yes, p-please.” she stutters out, the pressure building in the pit of her stomach, almost feels like a butterflies swarming but so much better.

“you’re being so good and asking first, baby. finally learning tonight, huh? such a good girl.” you drag the last two words, you voice making abby’s pussy clench around what she’s imagining to be your cock. her soaked finger circling her ass slips in ever so slightly. she’s not sure what it feels like, all of it so foreign but she feels the clench in her stomach, it’s unstoppable at this point. abby needs the release, craves it to a point she might sob if it’s not given. “mhm, my girl loves playing with her ass, doesn’t she? why don’t you be a good girl for daddy? cum for me, now.”

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♰ ˚. NOW YOU GOT YOUR FEELINGS BACK!

feat. masc!reader x brat!abby

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: brat taming, anal play, daddy!kink, degrading, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of dildo.

rayray yaps. a true labor of love created with — @absfawn. ilysm.

you’re away for one of your tournaments and to abby’s dismay and sadness, she can’t make it this time, if she could, she would have in a heartbeat and you know that, but thankfully, you’ve left a few polaroids for abby the day you had to leave. abby being slightly confused because she hadn’t given any gifts to you but you reassure her that she’s always a gift so she doesn’t need to get you anything. until that same evening when abby starts to miss you all over again, and rummages around in her bag for the polaroids you had given her.

deep blue eyes widening once she’s pulled them out of the small envelope. one of them consists of you flexing your muscles in the mirror. the same muscles that abby drools over every single day. the next consists of the necklace that she had given you with a small ‘a’ on it, the letter tucked between your teeth, your tongue can be seen grazing it so slightly. the final one has abby gasping and gripping the small picture tightly. your fingers buried in your cunt, the camera pointing in the perfect direction, and abby can just hear your groans and grunts even though you were miles away.

and the following morning you wake up to a long video of abby fucking herself with her fingers, and your pupils dilate at the sight of the picture of you fucking yourself, beside her and you groan loudly at her soft gasps and whines, begging for you to come home already, even though you only left last night.

“I can just tell your pussy is not full right now. you know my fingers are better than anything you’ve ever had. do you miss them, baby? they miss you, so much”

“fuck, you know i do. never missed anything more than your fingers. need you stuffing my cunt full. fuck, why did you have to leave?” abby whimpers heavily, anything else she says becomes beyond comprehension.

“i know, m’sorry baby girl. you know i’d be there with you in a heartbeat if i could—” you groaned, all your focus on abby once more. “fuck, you’re so beautiful. lookin’ so pretty fucking yourself, imaging it’s my fingers. that’s a good girl, keep going. wish i could feel you around me right now, you have no idea how crazy i’m going being away from you”

“yeah, you’re going crazy? imagine how i feel finding those pictures in my bag. seeing you in the necklace i gifted you, seeing you fuck your pretty cunt. god, i want you to…” abby pauses, struggling to continue as her moans take over. “i-i, i just—”

“what are you trying to say, baby? use your words and then i can give you what you want but not until you do.” you pause for a moment, as you pull the phone closer to your face, lips ghost kissing the mic. “my girl needs to beg for me, then i can take care of this sweet fucking pussy, yeah?”

abby whines at your words— choking on a few of them when she tilts the camera back to her her face, even though you let out your own groan of frustration that you couldn’t see what was yours anymore, looking at you with tears in her eyes. you cooed, and she blushed deeply. “daddy” her voice was quiet, borderline non-existent. your small hum for her to continue had her head spinning, lips parted with another strong of moans. “need it, please. need you so bad. can’t you hear how bad i need you?”

“can you hear, daddy?” you spoke softly, light degradation hidden beneath your tone. “mmm, i hear baby. don’t worry, i’ll fill her up when im back home. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

abby’s voice hitches, an octave so high she screeches as her pace intensifies. she slips another finger into her pussy, the warmth of her slick gifting it with no resistance. “i-, shit, i would like it a lot. want daddy to come inside my pretty pussy. please.” the stimulation on her clit isn’t enough. it’s never enough without you. she’s craving more, but you’re hundreds of miles away. by every passing minute, abby’s frustration only grows. “f-fuck, i-i’m having trouble. daddy, can you keep talking? need you to talk me through it.”

the words had you throwing your head back with a soft growl, the sounds of her moans and wet pussy had the blood rushing to your head. if only you could crawl through the screen, bury your tongue between her folds, and let her fuck herself on against your mouth. if only. “yeah, baby? want me to make a mess of you? fill you up and make you a mama?” you laughed. you laughed when she whined out a string of quiet ‘yes please’ and ‘yes daddy’ “go on, baby girl. you can take more than that, imagine it’s my fingers stretching out your pretty pussy—” her moans slowly got louder with each of your words, gasping and almost dropping her phone. “yeah, let me see. let me see you stretching your pussy for me”

she pulls the camera away from her scrunched, irresistibly pouty face, gliding the view over her gorgeous pink nipples then you’re seeing her toned core with her abs defined by all the hours she tries to one up you in the gym before you’re met with the treasured gold. soft blonde curls framing her divine pussy, one you crave to suffocate your face with. with every thrust of her fingers, the sound echoes in your nearly vacant hotel room allowing you to absorb every moment of her wet pussy.

“so good for daddy. aren’t you? you’ll do anything i fucking ask.” you bit your lip harshly, grunting as your teeth grip your bottom lip. “you know, i’m almost jealous you’re fucking my pussy instead of me but you just sound so good for me mama. i’ll allow it this time. only if you keep thinking about me putting a baby in you. alright babygirl?”

if you weren’t lying down, your knees would have buckled beneath you and fell to the ground when she pointed the camera upwards again, showing you her teary eyes. “s’all yours daddy” abby whimpered, sucking on her bottom lip.

“feels s’good, need you— need your fingers, need all of you” she’s so far gone that she doesn’t even know how her words are forming, or making any sense but you know. “fill me up daddy, need it, need all of it” was she turning delirious? probably, but she didn’t care, not when you were talking to her like this, helping her from so far away like this. “want your cock” she whined, looking at you through the screen shyly. the nerve.

“oh. so, my cock is what you want? funny babygirl, thought you need it, not want.” you laugh maliciously, teasing your poor whiny girlfriend on the phone. “we both know you can beg better than this. so, tell me how badly you need my cock, yeah?” abby couldn’t help but fuck herself even harder at the request. soft but loud whimpers of ‘daddy’ fell from her lips as her fingers doubled down in their pace, becoming louder by the second.

“abigail, you better fucking not make yourself cum unless i say so. got it?” she nodded silently as she let off the pressure on her clit and fucked herself at a slower pace, heeding to your command. “yes daddy.”

“i need it i’ll do anything, daddy” she cried, the tears welling up even more in her eyes. the angle she had her phone in gave you glimpses of her face and her pussy. you had her crying and you weren’t even there to kiss them away, whisper in her ear that she’s your good girl like you would normally.

“i’ve been so good for you—” her voice cracked again, wanting to go faster, but also remembering that if she’s not good, for you, you won’t let her cum. or at all until you get back home. she can’t wait that long to cum again, fuck, you know she can’t wait that long. she gets bratty when she’s not allowed to cum.

“been your good girl, please need your cock. need you”

the liquid pooling in the depths of her blue eyes sends you reeling, but you have to remain your composure. even if the first thing you want to do is cave, it’s not what she needs so you don’t give it. “have you been good? you touched your pretty cunt without my permission, nearly made yourself cum without asking. can’t be quite sure my good girl is still here.” you sigh deeply, conveying your disappointment. “you’ll have to say more than a few pretty words to convince me you deserve it.”

you weren’t being fair. surely you wouldn’t tease her like this, have her completely soaked and then leave her horny, a mess in her sheets until it’s time for you to go practise for your tournament. right? she didn’t know, but all she could do was whimper out random words, “m’your good girl!” she finally caved, fucking her fingers into her soaked cunt even slower, not wanting to disobey you and make you angry.

“i am your good girl. m’sorry i touched myself without permission, i just miss you” the slick sounds of her wet cunt were loud through the speaker, the blood rushing in your ears at her choked moans. “m’sorry daddy, please—” she's gasping and grinding against her fingers now, her other hand gripping the phone even tighter. “punish me when you get home, but i need— oh please”

you made a sound between a tut and a hum, abby couldn’t really tell the difference anymore because she was more focused on not making herself cum, wanting to be good for you. also way too focused thinking about what you would do to her when you finally come back home.

“you touched what is mine, without permission, i am glad you are aware of your punishment when i get back, baby” you scoffed, mockingly cooing at her whimpers that have gotten louder over the past few seconds. “as long as i am touching you through, right? even if i’m punishing you, you still get so fucking wet. it’s really slutty” you trailed off again, smirking at her constant nodding. “yeah, i know”

truth be told, abby continues to crumble, quickly. your commands reducing herself to whimpering moans with nonverbal communication. she can’t see me to offer anything else to you. she more than thankful for you mercy, allowing abby to fuck herself.

the promise of punishment made it clear you would not offer grace the next she sees you. now, you’re taunting her as she desperately grasps at straws, trying to think of anything to stop herself from spilling all over her fingers. she needed something to stop herself.

but if you keep talking to her like this, she’d surely feel the familiar shiver up her spine along with the twitch in her thighs, clamping her thighs around her hand wishing it was your face.

“you know what i’m thinking about right now?” abby offers up a small hum, since it’s all she’s capable of. “well—” you trail off, silencing following you waiting for her to plead, begging like the slut she is for you, every goddamn time. it’s in her nature to be this way. it's as true as the blood pumping through her veins. the harder she fights, the less she can resist.

“i-i, daddy, please. i-, fuck, can you tell me? i need to hear you.” abby released a deep breath. “i’ll do anything just please don’t stop.” long, thick fingers double down in her cunt, requiring more effort now she’s no longer has the gift of your soothing voice, instantly intensifying the pulse of her clit.

you watched, smirked, almost chuckled at the constant strings of ‘please’ that tumble from between her now red, swollen lips. you wanted to tease her, keep her guessing on what you were going to do, edge her with just your words because you know they would affect her all the same.

“yeah? should i stop being so unfair to my pretty girl and tell you what i’m gonna do to you and your pretty fuckin pussy, baby?” you hummed, clit throbbing painfully when abby whined out small, choked up ‘yes’ “want me to tell you every single thing? tsk, i don’t think you deserve me spoiling every detail, do you, baby?”

“just- please” her eyes screwed shit once more, your voice alone was enough to have her cunt clenching and walls fluttering around her fingers. soft whimpers of your name continue to fall. the attempt to control them slipped as she curled her fingers, a broken moan echoed as abby felt herself getting closer to the edge.

“alright baby, you sure this is what you want? need me to tell you?” your voice subtly drops into a lower octave as abby nods eagerly. impatiently expectant of what you’re going to lay out next. “fuck—” abby exhales a deep breath, letting go of the tension she feels in her chest every time you speak. everything you say is sent straight to her cunt.

she’s weak, lost, and aching for you.

then, you have the gaul to taunt her.

you’re tilting your head, jutting your strong jaw out with a sadistic smirk gracing your lips. it’s because you know. you fucking know how close she is to crying like the whimpering slut she always seems to turns into. the tears right on the cusp, threatening to spill and you’re eating it up.

as if you’re the predator fixating on their prey maliciously, finding joy in the kill. ‘cause you do. it’s clear to the weeping women on the receiving end and to you, her girlfriend who's basically pleading for more with a single look.

“i’ll tell you, baby. you’ve been almost good enough but those pretty tears threatening to spill? hm, never wanted to punish you more than right now.” abby obedient as ever, allows a lone tear to cascade down her freckled cheek.

“um—” selfishly, wiping away the single tear before breaking her voice through the mic once again. “would you punish me though?” she smirked, just a little one but it had your nostrils flaring, and your teeth grinding together. “you know how much i love it when you do punish me, daddy” was she taunting you right now? “don’t pretend you don’t love it either. you don’t love the sounds i make for you when you bend me over your lap—”

“baby, you know i do—”

“m’talking” abby whined out, her usual bratty tone and behavior creeping back in, the tears that welled up in her eyes slowly fell and you couldn’t help but suck in a harsh breath when she looked into the camera again. “m’so wet for you, and you want to punish me because i missed you? that’s mean”

abby did always get a little brattier than usual when you’d have to leave for constant tournaments. sending you voice notes after each training session with a sassy attitude. dramatically telling you that you’ve left her home alone, to rot in her bed until she gets to see you again. so her being brattier now, wasn’t something new to you, just something that made you frustrated, wanting to punish her even more. “you think you’re cute, don’t you?” you chuckled, licking your lips and humming, nodding like she had just told you the biggest scoop of drama.

“i am cute, you’ve told me” her breath hitched, fingers curling and hitting all the right spots in her cunt, walls quivering at each breath or word you let out. “you always tell me i’m cute—”

“got a real smart mouth this morning, don’t you? did you forget i have multiple ways to shut that up? yeah, you forget that baby?” you mocked, awwing when she’s whimpering, trying to keep up her facade of calm and collect up, but failing with each growl you gave. “as long as you have my fingers in that mouth, and down your throat, you’re my good girl. you want that when i get back? shove my fingers down your throat, fill you up with my cock and get you to shut that bratty mouth up?”

she’s so far gone. your words alone engraving into her skin and brain. it’s like you were still at home with her. could feel your breath against her neck, burning at her skin. she could feel the lingering touches from you the night you had left. her lips part, and whiny moans and whimpers tumble out, not trying to hide them anymore. “whatever you want” abby sighed, shuddering when she’s curling her fingers against that spot deep inside her, “want it, want it so bad, oh my— m’gonna cum”

“are you?” your eyebrow quirked up, raspily chuckling under your breath. “i don’t remember saying you can, babygirl” the roles reversed again. she knew she wouldn’t be able to taunt you the way you taunt her. which is why she sobbed, sniffled, when you laughed. “yeah, i know. i know you want to cum, baby. m’not being nice am i? you’re all there, home alone being my good girl, and m’not letting you cum”

she sobs even louder, you’re cruel words inflicting an unimaginable pain to her chest. “why not, daddy?” the word of affection used precisely hoping to work in her advantage, but you wouldn’t make it this easy for her.

“because baby, good girls don’t get to cum before their punishment. do they?” you project a soft hum, daring her to question you, practically begging her to but abby became too lost in the promise of punishment. never have you punished her the same way twice. she never really knew what to expect, it always ends the same. “after all, you are fucking my pussy. didn’t bother to ask me either before you did. you certainly don’t deserve my gentle hand, my kind heart. no. all of it’s out the window now.”

“m’fuck, um, what are you going to do then?”abby tilts her head to the side, smothering her soft features into the cotton pillow. all of her moans are muffled, broken and choked, pleading like a pathetic slut for a release. “not a chance angel. show me your pretty face. you’re not going to deny me the privilege of seeing you act like a slut for me.”

“you act like it’s something new.” once again she’s facing the camera, eyes scrunched as her mouth drops into ecstasy. “if you’re not going to make me cum, what’s the point of this?” her whines continue, one getting trapped in her throat as she tries to act tough, again.

she’s never looked more of a fucked out mess.

“what’s the point? hm.” you repeat the statement back to her, welcoming the sound of her pussy getting fucked by her thick fingers. she’s attempting to go faster, defy your commands, but it’s to no avail. she’s not going to be able to without your efforts. abby’s always had a thing for voices. the first time the two of you had done this, it didn’t take much for her to fall apart completely. nothing has changed. every part of her needs to hear you if she’s going to cum. especially if there’s countless miles between the two of you, unable to retain the real thing.

“you’re desperate to hear what i’m going to do with you. such a spoiled brat you can’t wait until i’m home. all you can think about is finishing. don’t care about my needs, what i want, what i’m telling you. it’s just you, you, you.” you press your miserable girlfriend. soft, high pitched screams m i’m ake an appearance once again. “does your pussy drunk brain think about my needs? stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

your words had gotten to her. you knew they had by continuous strings of whimpers, the sudden choked up tears. “i do, you know i do—”

“you cryin’, baby?” you pouted, mocking her, chuckling at her huffs. “why are you crying, hm? c’mon, tell me why my pretty girl is crying” your taunting continued, knowing just how much she loved when you teased her. mocked her.

“because—” she whined, soft gasped breaths falling from her parted lips. as much as she acted like your words didn’t affect her, they affected her too much. affected her no matter what you were saying. you only had to whisper in her ear that she’s a good girl after throwing the ball into a hoop at one of your practise sessions and her clit is throbbing and her cunt is clenching around nothing. “because i wanna cum, and you’re not letting me. i do care about your needs, they’re important to me, but please daddy—”

“just fucking spit it out. we both know what you want. desperate for me to spell it out. always need me to do everything for you, huh? not this time. use your words and tell me what you want.” you laugh cynically. “i know you want to cum, babygirl. it’s the most obvious request in the world. if only i felt nice enough to comply.”

“but—” she huffs in the most dramatic manner. “m’sorry. i should have asked for permission. i never should have started fucking myself without you. please, can you just tell me how you wanna punish me? daddy, please. i’ll be so good for you. be such a perfect slut for you. i promise.” beautiful blue eyes produce more tears than you know what to do with, clit throbbing in the restraint of your boxers.

“mhm, such a big strong girl but can’t do a damn thing when it comes to me. fuck, abs, turning into my perfect slut with just my voice. don’t even have to touch you.” sinfully taking your bottom lip up and sinking your teeth in as she continues to cry for you. “alright, my baby has begged enough…for now. i know you’re just dying to hear how much i wanna punish this perfect cunt of yours. are you still fucking yourself on those pretty fingers? the ones you love for me to choke on while you take my cock.”

she’s nodding to your words, lips red, puffy and swollen from the amount of biting, and those blue eyes you love looking at so much are hodded. a smile— a lazy, fucked out smile appeard on her lips, and the sight has you sucking in another sharp breath, gripping your phone tighter when her voice breaks slightly. “yes, daddy. want you to fill me up, fill me up really good, like i know you can, and i wanna put my fingers in your pretty mouth, fuck them in your throat while you fuck me. are you gonna let me? take my fingers while you take what’s yours?”

you groaned, head tilted back and lips parting with your own shaky moan. a moan that you aren’t sure if the others in the rooms across from you heard, but you didn’t care. “fuck. yeah, baby” you found yourself being able to finally nod, not caring anymore. “you can fuck my throat with your pretty fingers whenever you want— you are my best girl. my good girl” your reponses were raspier, heavier, almost scratchy. the wet, poronogrpahic sounds coming from between her legs, and sounded loudly through your phone speaker had your ears ringing, blood rushing to your skull the longer she fucked her fingers into her cunt, wishing and still pleading it was yours. “wish i was home, you have no idea how crazy im going over here, watching you fuck my pussy and i can’t do anything. i’d do anything to be spliting you open on my cock, wrapping my hand around your pretty throat and have you screaming, babygirl. fuck — need you so bad, pretty, please”

“daddy—” abby releases a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding. “can i see you? i know you’re already being so nice to me and giving me what i need, but i-i just—” her body shakes as her frustration grows. with every passing moment, the scratch craving to be itched only affects her deeper than it should.

but it’s you. abby knows all she has to do is turn into a whimpering whore and you crumble. now more than ever, she’s ready to crank it up a notch for you to give in to her needs.

“mhm, what is it baby?” fuck, you think to yourself. she’s being a minx and she knows it. yet, you love it too much to stop her. “just tell daddy what you need. maybe i’ll even be nice and give it to you.”

abby pouted, a cute involuntary pout crept up on her lips that had you wanting to kiss it right off. you did say what she needed, so if she asked nicely, you would give it to her, right? “need to see you—” she’s pausing again, trying to figure out how to not come not so needy and whiny at her request. “i know that you love when i take your clothes off, but m’not there, so can you please, take your clothes off? pretty please?”

licking your lips, wetting them even more, your eyebrow quirked up at her question and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how shyly she asked. “you want me to take my clothes off for you, baby?”

“yes, please”

“you know i will always give you whatever you want, especially when you ask so nicely. my good girl” you praised, loving the way her lips parted, only to suddenly suck at her bottom lip a few seconds at your words. “yeah, can practically feeling your pussy clenching just by me calling you a good girl”

her pupils dilated once you’re climbing off the bed, giggling at your sudden stumble. which you chose gracefully to just ignore. huffing through your nose, you hummed— more or so to yourself as you tried propping your phone up on the nightstand, the phone falling a few times which had you cursing under your breath. “s’not— stupid fucking thing” you scoffed, almost agressively slamming it against the oak. “stop laughing at me”

“m’sorry, baby. you’re just adorable” abby chuckled.

“am i adorable when i’ve got my face between your legs?”

smirking cheekily at your question, abby shrugged, like she was keeping some sort of secret from you. those baby blue eyes quickly following the movement of your arms, licking shamelessly at her lips at how the muscle flexed, and how you slowly, yet teasingly slipped your hands down over your chest. chuckling under your breath when you catch her staring a little too hard.

“let me see, please”

“s’nice huh?” you hummed, popping one of the buttons open, quirking an eyebrow at the little gasps she was letting out. “pussy’s still greedy, hm?” you’re scoffing, popping open another button. “s’not nice to play with what’s mine and not focus on what’s right in front of you right now, baby”

her baby blue eyes are once again hooded, wide, sparkling as she licks her lips hungrily, watching shamelessly as you unbutton another few buttons. chuckling softly at her eagerness. completely ignoring your teasing words.

“you look so starved, abs. practically look like you could eat me.” you giggle softly. “maybe you could, too far away though. you’ll just have to settle for the sight of me.” undoing the last button, your toned chest and chiseled torso on full display for her.

“fuck.” abby whispers underneath her breath.

“is this what you’ve been craving? a sight of my tits? my stomach? or even a little glimpse of my thighs?” abby huffs, hating how you take control so easily. like breathing, it comes naturally. one and done, the reins are in your grip. even when she reduces you to a moaning mess, you’re still dominating her. countless miles away, still controlling whether she’s gonna cum or not.

“y-yeah, you look so good” she nods bashfully, wanting to crawl through the screen, wrap her lips around the sensitive buds and have you squirming under her body. using your sensitivity on your nipples to her advantage was something she would always do. “wish i could touch you”

“yeah, baby?” you grinned, throwing your shirt somewhere behind you, easily to be found another day. her blue eyes sparkle, almost dazzling when you run your hand up and down your stomach, stopping a few times to squeeze at your tits. giggling at abby’s sudden whine. watching you like she was hypnotized. “you wanna touch me here?” you moaned softly, pinching your nipple between your fingertips.

“yes, please” abby whines, drooling like a famished dog, nearly begging for any scraps you’re willing to offer. “i-i, shit, i’m not sure how much more i can take.”

oh, this is going to be too easy.

“yeah? not sure how much more, huh?” you laugh at her, furthering her pathetic little pout even more. she’s unattainably gone, pussy begging for a release but the mouth of hers will inevitably be her downfall. you’ve put her in this situation too many times to not know the outcome. the sound of her long fingers pumping her pussy is vacated.

she’s frustrated, pent up, and fucked out beyond belief. your sweet girl needs more.

“what are you going to do? stop me? you would have just as much luck as you would if you were in front of me. fucking none, sweetheart.” abby gasps, loudly, as you remove your sweatpants. the only item separating you from their divine cunt? the thin fabric of your boxers has become her sworn enemy. “what do you really need, baby? my fingers in your pretty cunt? to cum? or your mouth on my pussy?”

your words had her thighs shaking, breath hitching a higher octave as you slowly, annoyingly, peeled your boxers down your strong legs, grinning mischievously at her. “all of it” she pleads, screwing her eyes shut tightly. “daddy please. i’ve been so good, m’your good girl, i need to cum. i can’t take it anymore.”

you shove your boxers completely off your muscular thighs before they pool at your feet as you step out of them. “is this what you need so badly, babygirl. need to see my pussy, hm?”

“want your pussy so bad, daddy” she whimpered, nodding quickly, not caring if it seemed pathetic or needy anymore. all she wanted was you, and she was going to have you. one way or another that was. she didn’t care if you were hours apart from her, abby always got her way when it suited her, and right now, she wanted you. abby can barely contain the moan that slips past her plump lips when you’re picking up your phone, stumbling back over to the unmade bed and smirking into the camera.

“this what you wanted, babygirl?” you laughed at her, making sure the phone was angled perfectly in a way she could see you running your hand up and down your stomach, stopping just as quick to cup one of your tits, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between your fingertips. the moan you let out has abby’s face heating up, flushed crimson red, and hot.

“yeah, you’re just a dirty little slut who loves to watch me get off. s’that what you wanted? watching me getting off so you can finally cum?”

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the slam of the wooden door echoes throughout your shared home, rage spilling over like oil under a gas stove, both of your frustrated but truthfully? more so you. not so carefully you discard the keys in the entry bowl, smirking maliciously as abby just continues to press, creating more distance between the two of you as if this doesn’t need to be discussed.

abby’s nails pick at the cuticles anxiously and you know if she continues they’ll bleed. you also know, you’re far too stubborn to help her with it, not with the stunt she pulled tonight. the two of you leaving early, the attitude she seemed to pull out of her ass.

no, you’re not fucking standing for this bullshit.

anxiously, the blonde halts near the kitchen island, waiting for you to meet her there but you don’t. firm hands running over your hair until they reach the nape of your neck, fingers pressing against the tension built.

“are we going to talk about this or are you going to continue to give me the silent treatment? that is your typical move, abby.” questioning her as you slowly step forward. cynically, cocking your head to the side, waiting to give her back the same bullshit behaviour she served you on a silver platter all night long.

her soft jaw clenches, lips pursed into a pout as her arms cross her chest. a needle drop could be heard between the two of you, only sound to be heard is the insistent tapping of your foot. an attempt to edge her into submission.

taking one step closer, your cologne starting to invade her sense, numbing the frustration nudged in her mind. “is this what you really want? to act like an absolute brat, go to bed angry, and leave this all unresolved just so you can cry to me in the middle of the night when you want me to hold you.”

“t-that’s not— i don’t do that.” abby defends, breaking her silence for the first time since the two of you headed home.

“oh? you don’t?” your tongue pokes through your cheek, shaking your head at her in the process. all the fucking talk in the world but when it comes to you? she never has it in her fight back when you do. “okay. fine. let’s just pretend you don’t for one second. why on earth are you pissed at me for talking to people we both know?”

“you’re calling it talking? please you fucking get off on flirting with other people in front of me.” perhaps she wasn’t thinking clearly, all the pent up frustration doing the talking for her but it spilled before she could halt her words.

this time she was met with silence, as you roll the sleeves to your elbows carefully, exposing your tattoo forearms, the ones she loves so dearly. abby can’t read you, fuck, you look stone cold. processing what she just said to you as you reassess.

if abby wants to play dirty, you’ll play goddamn dirty.

“that’s what you think?” you laughed, dryly but sarcastically in her direction. “you’re gonna stand there, tell me m’flustered over some other girl? right in front of you? my girl? better yet, you wanna say i’m flirting with them?” you scoffed, running your fingers through your hair and tugging gently.

abby didn’t know why you had switched from being so sweet, soft, and gentle, to suddenly pissed off, and annoyed. it was a joke. a joke she always tells you. always tells you that other girls make you flustered when you suddenly get warm and hot in a room. a joke that you usually laugh at and say something like ‘if it’s not because of you, then i am not flustered, i am pissed off’ and let it go. but since coming home, you’ve been downright moody and pissed off. “it was a joke” she sighed, shrugging off her jacket.

“a joke” you laughed and moved closer, not enough but one step was enough to have her baby blue eyes locking onto yours. “a bit of an overused joke, don’t you think, baby?” you’re scoffing again, cocking your head to the side. “a joke that you should know pisses me off by now”

“babe i didn’t mean it seriously. i know that you dont have eyes for anyone else” abby sighed again, looking at you with softer eyes. softer ones than a few hours ago. ones that would usually have you kneeling at her feet, worshiping the ground she walks on, and doing whatever she wanted you to do. tonight though? tonight you weren’t doing any of that. so she knew she had pissed you off with her joke.

she’s barely able to keep up with her own thoughts circling in her brain, let alone able to keep up with how fast you’re moving. one second you’re standing so far away from her, so far away from her reach to being right in front of her. looking down at her with a clenched jaw. a clenched jaw that she usually finds so attractive, but now her throat is dry and she’s looking up at you with wide eyes and a pout on her face. “so you think that any girl i see makes me flustered?” you questioned, inching your face closer.

“no! s’not what i mean” she mumbled, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

“no? then what did you mean?”

“it was just a harmless joke, babe. really”

abby chokes out a sound. you can’t really tell when you’re grabbing onto her hand and tilting your head to the side more, your breath fanning her face hotly. “harmless joke?” you’re asking, eyes flickering over the way her eyes flutter open and she’s gasping softly when you’re out of nowhere shoving her hand down your pants. a crimson blush coating her cheeks upon feeling just how wet you are. “you wear those tight fuckin’ pants, that shirt that shows everything, and you think i am flustered because of them?

“i—”

you have her body boxed in against the wall. her hand shoved down your pants. her brain and body are fighting against each other. one side is telling her to behave and do nothing until you let her do something. but her brain is telling her to touch you. have you gasping under her touch and make you forget all about the joke. and yet she can’t. not when you’re looking down at her like that.

“have you ever taken notice to understand you are the most beautiful person in the entire world, and every single day i am with you or near you, i can’t contain myself? do you really forget how wet you make me?” you whispered against her neck, smirking. “have you forgotten how many times you have made me cum in the same night? forgotten the sounds i make when you touch me?”

“no— i just—”

“you just what? c’mon baby, speak up, use your words”

“i was teasing you. m’sorry” abby whined, squirming against the wall when you’re sinking your teeth into her neck, and sucked softly. “m’sorry”

“yeah? you know how much i hate being teased” you’re growling, using your free hand and wrapping it around her throat. grinning smugly at the small gasp she lets out when you squeeze just enough. “get on your knees, clean up the mess you made and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you. depends on if you do a good job or not”

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❝ THE NIGHT WE MET ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON !

it's here! the first installment of a series i've had the pleasure of creating with emi. thank you to my muse, the wonderfully brilliant @abbyscherry. we've put our blood, tears, and all of our queerness into this. happy to post and get this out there. in the future, there will be many parts to follow! enjoy <3

tags. eighteen+, nsfw themes, sexual innudenos, masc!reader.

it’s typical. the basement fills with smoke in the air, nearly anyone is on something. the anxious feeling ties in her stomach, lacing a hint of restlessness in her nerves, making her more sick than she needed to be. too much, too fucking much. a moment needed to find her own heartbeat. she allows the smell of weed to fill her lungs when she steps in. she personally doesn’t really know anyone.

except you. she’s too nervous to make any type of introduction. you’re not really friends. no. abby just knows of them and she’s almost positive you don’t know of her. these type of parties always occur on friday night in the warmth of spring? never white of her radar.

but even she has to admit, it seems nice.

everyone’s smoking, chilling, having a good time and abby comes down there for a hit but everyone is occupying any space to sit. anxiety wraps around her neck, an unsettling feeling, so she decides to head elsewhere until she hears an unfamiliar voice. their voice extends to her like sweet honey she’s dying to taste. “abby, do you wanna hit?” abby nearly starts hyperventilating because you know her name. she nods “i, um, i was just doing to head upstairs. nowhere to sit.” abby shrugs nonchalantly. “if you want to take me up on it, my thighs are available for you, baby.”

fucking crimson red. abby knows her cheeks resemble the color. she’s done for. one conversation and she’s practically on the floor. you take another hit, the smoke filtering out of your irresistible lips into the foggy air. you slouch further as you open your thighs even more, abby’s gaze flickers to your crotch before meeting your eyes once again. she’s never seen anyone smirk so proudly. you’ve got her right where you want her, hardly having to move an inch to catch anyone’s attention. abby isn’t any different.

“‘m too big. it’s fine, i’ll just go back up.” you’re frowning. eyebrows raised as if it’s a challenge.

“well, maybe for some of the other girls who like to hang around with you,” abby’s confused. have you been watching her? oh god. “but certainly not for me. so, why don’t you be a good girl and take a seat.”

with caution, slowly, she’s making her way over to you. each sends a shiver up her spine. what the actual fuck are you doing to her? taking another hit from your blunt as your eyes never leave her. watching as she adorably walks up to you. when she’s close enough, standing right in front of you, you’re whispering softly and only she can hear “sit down on my lap, pretty girl. i got you.” the second she does, it’s heaven on earth.

“are you sure i’m not too…heavy?” abby questions. she’s always been quite conscious of her size. tall, built, but you don’t seem to mind. “light as a feather, babygirl.” passing for a moment you ask her if she wants a hit. her eyebrows burrow at the small, the rolled blunt in your hands. “just weed baby, but don’t feel pressured.” abby nods in acceptance. you reassure her as you slide one of your huge hands on abby’s thigh, rubbing slowly as the other becomes occupied by holding the blunt up to her lips, and asking every few seconds if she was okay, and if she wants to keep smoking more or stop.

abby’s hair is down, but it’s in the way of seeing her freckled face so you whisper in abby’s ear “baby, is it okay if i move your hair to the side? wanna see your pretty face when i talk to you.” abby fumbles over her words like a lovestruck idiot. “yeah, um, you can move it.” she feels their fingertips graze her neck as her blonde locks are pushed to the side. she whines at the loss of your lips pressed against her ear, but oc isn’t going to comment on it. yet. “so much better, baby. now i can appreciate just how beautiful you are.”

abby’s noticing all the glances thrown your way the longer she sits practically on you and gets a sudden confidence boost and leans back into your chest— your hard, defined chest, that she can feel, and her cheeks redden if that’s even possible when you’re arm is tightening around her waist, holding her protectively as your eyes harden, glaring at everyone staring. “want another?” you mumbled, lips grazing the shell of her ear, the hotness of your breath sending shivers down her spine.

“m’okay for now” she smiled shyly, fingers reaching out to fumble with the ones you had around her, playing with them for a few seconds before looking around, the buzz of smoking going to her head a little. “s’cool”

“hm?” you’re chuckling, moving your head at a better angle to see her. “what’s cool, pretty girl?”

“my head’s fuzzy” abby giggled, eyes fluttering closed as she slumped her head back against your shoulder. “s’good though. feels good. i like it” she smiled.

“yeah?” you chuckled against her ear, hand creeping up her shirt and you rubbed her skin gently. slowly. comfortingly. “s’that good, pretty girl? you want anymore or are you done?”

“don’t think i can handle anymore” she mumbled, tired all of a sudden.

“s’okay” you smiled, leaning back, her body following and getting more comfortable. her cheeks are flushed again, glad she’s facing away from you so you can’t see how flustered she really is over your touches and words. “want me to get you a drink? beer? water—”

abby lifts her head and her blue eyes sparkle when she’s turning around in your lap to look at you, giving you a good view of her crimson cheeks and you can’t help but smirk down at her. “no, m’comfortable” she pouted.

“s’good, don’t want you to be uncomfortable” you’re talking to her, and abby swears she’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying, but she’s more focused on your voice itself. At how raspy yet soft it is. how gentle it sounds against her ear. almost whining at the subtle touch of you pushing her hair to the side again, fingertips ghostly brushing against the skin of her neck. sending shivers down her spine.

she hates the way she can’t control the little sound she let’s out when your nose runs up and down on the side of her neck, smiling smugly against her like you already know what you’re doing to her. “wanna do something?”

her eyebrows furrow, lips forming into a pout as she turns her head to look at you. “do what?”

abby’s cunt clenches around nothing when your face is suddenly so much closer to hers, a smirk forming on your lips at her confusion. “body shots”

“b-body shots?” she’s stammering, unsure if you’re being serious or not. “with you?”

licking your lips, you finish smoking and chuckle at her, the smoke cloud showing just enough of your face for her to see. “yeah, baby. body shots, with me”

“now?”

her face flushes even more red, if that was possible when you chuckled, but nodded nonetheless. “yes now, if you want to, the choice is all yours but i’d like to”

why was she nervous all over again? was it the way you were looking at her? was it the way you were smiling, tucking strands of hair behind her ear? or the way your breath fanned against her lips and it made her want to suddenly to kiss you? it could be any of those reasons, or all.

“um—” she giggled, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, and nodded shyly at you. “yes, please”

with a pat on her side from your hand, abby stumbled off your lap, almost falling over her own feet in the process and couldn’t help but laugh loudly when you’re reaching out, wrapping your arm around her waist that she giggles uncontrollably into your chest. “m’sorry” she manages to get out amongst her small giggle fit.

her giggle had you laughing, holding her tightly in your arms. “are you okay?” you choked out, a few tears ran down your face as you slipped your hand up her shirt, and rubbed her back slowly. helping her calm down in a way you somehow knew would work. “you wanna get some air before?”

“no. i wanna do it with you”

“oh?” you smirked, chuckling under your breath.

“what? no! n-not like that!” abby shook her head with another stammer that made you laugh, lifting her head up, and blinking repeatedly under the lights. “wait that came out mean, i didn’t mean—”

“pretty girl, relax, s’okay”

abby felt her confidence grow as she walked away from the large crowd. your hand resting protectively on her lower back, making sure no one gets too close to her, and your eyes darted around, wanting her to have the best night possible and no get randomly bombarded with other people.

she chose you to spend her night with.

you weren’t going to let anyone ruin it.

interlocking your fingers with hers, you cocked your head to the side, eyeing up the few that were in the kitchen. drinking and giggling away, probably high out their mind and not really sure what was going on anymore. too high to give a shit that you were both standing there, waiting for them to leave. which made a smirk appear on your lips when abby’s giggling again behind you, trying her hardest to stifle the sounds upon your sudden cough, a small hint for them to get out. “thank you” you bowed sarcastically as their quickly rushing out the kitchen, still laughing to themselves. “let’s get this party started, yeah, pretty girl?” you’re grinning, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

wearing nothing but a white button down, no bra, cleavage on show with the three buttons undone minutes later. laying down on the countertop, abby’s sprinkling salt along their sternum. you smirk at her shaky hand. “you alright babygirl?” your raspy down flooding to her slippery cunt, as if every bone in her body wasn’t already nervous enough. she pauses as she grabs the lime on the countertop, placing it by the shot of tequila.

mhm….you can’t just let this slide. the pretty girl you met tonight is just so shy, you feel your clit pulsating. the weed from earlier making your head feel lighter at the thought of her tongue licking your body. your tattooed hand with fingers decorated with rings grips her chin forcing abby’s gaze down to you.

“grab the lime and shove it my mouth. want you to pull it out of mine with yours. how does that sound, babygirl? wanna feel my lips some more?” your drop your hand, letting it drop between her tits, until it reaches the waistband of her jeans. digging your fingers in, letting your skin kiss the skin of the v-line exposed. you pull her towards you even more forcing abby to bend over. her face impossibly close to yours. “be a good girl and stuff my mouth, angel. i’ll return the favor later…if you want.”

pale skin floods with crimson, she bites her lip, unable to say a damn thing. what the fuck is she supposed to say to this? with all her might, she stifles the giggle begging to be released, concentrating on the task at hand. the simple one you’re making incredibly difficult.

“i made it so easy for you. kicked everyone out, jus’ you and me, but you if you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is say the word. i’ll only get my feelings hurt a little bit.” you offer a small smile as abby lets her eyes drift to the salt perfectly laid across your sternum, fuck, you shouldn’t look this good.

“i do—” abby pauses, collecting her next thoughts together before speaking. “i just, i’ve never done a body shot and you’re um very…”

“what babygirl? i’m very what?” you’re eating it up now. practically getting off in the way abby fumbles with her words. grasping at straws as you watch her gawk at your toned chest. “stop.” the pretty blonde pouts.

“you know you’re so—” god, why can’t she just fucking say it? “s’just a lot. you make me nervous. i kept getting looks. especially from the the girl in the white cropped top with your name on it.”

“if you have something to ask, i’m all ears.” she’s cute, god. not even yours and she’s already jealous. it should turn you off, but it’s the most adorable thing in the world. plus, she’s being so sweet about it too. the itch for a taste if her only increases. “are you single?” you simply nod, letting the words soak in, gauging her reaction.

“have been for months. just some don’t like getting left behind s’all. everyone with eyes can see i’m taking interest in someone new. i don’t let just anyone sit on me.” your hand grabbing onto her hip, thumb rubbing softly over the bone. “c’mon baby. i know you’re shy but don’t you wanna use me?”

she’s quite for a moment and it’s clear you have to take the lead. as much as the blonde is a bundle of joy, she’s an even brighter ball of shyness. either way, you’re itching to satisfy the craving.

“do you want me to tell you what to do?” abby perks up at the question, desire pooling in the pit of her stomach. all of this, from the very beginning of her night with you, is completely new. with the roles reversed she feels backed into a corner. for the first time, she knows it can feel good like this.

abby nods, but it’s not enough. “no babygirl, need to hear you say it. tell me you want to.” even in your haze, you wanted to make sure she was good with everything. abby’s heart doubles over, her heartbeat unable to rest.

“i do, um, want to.” abby mumbles, scratching the back of her neck, a hint of smile hidden beneath her pink lips, swollen from all the insistent biting. “mhm, alright then. let me talk you through it, yeah?”

oh.

“first, you’re gonna lick the salt lined up on my chest. then take the shot like a good girl. and i’m going to put this lime in my mouth and you're going to take it out and get a taste.” you reach for the lime, sinking your teeth into the wedge, giving her a small nod telling her you’re ready.

now or never, abby supposes.

for far longer than necessary, she stares at your chest as if she’s inspecting each speckle of salt. the tattoo along your sternum doesn’t really calm any, only heightens them. painfully so, you’re patient. waiting for her to make the first move.

her grip extended as she bends over, each arm on either side of you. giving her some room operate. the last thing she wants is to be awkward about it even if she feels she already has been. her head leans down, abby’s hair tickling your skin as she looks at you, blue eyes entranced as she flattens her tongue on your skin, licking one bold.

you’re looking down at her in awe. truly, you half expected her to chicken out but she didn’t. welcoming the salty taste in her mouth, she looks at you with half-lidded eyes, tongue smoothing her lips as if she’s expecting there to be more of you. pushing herself off slightly, she takes the shot of tequila.

she nearly gags on the burn in invading her throat. not one for drinking typically, and if she does it’s certainly not straight liquor. you find the innocence inviting. abby’s crimson cheeks flaring up in embarrassment, shaking her head violently as she tried to disguise her feelings, making you giggle.

abby rolls her eyes playfully as she leans over once again, wet lips barely touch your own, before the lime is brought into her mouth, sucking on until the sour acid overflows and drips down her chin and onto your chest.

but abby doesn’t think about what she will do next. suddenly, it’s a reflex. her tongue is licking up the excess of liquid on your chest, cleaning up the mess she made. a quiet whisper of abs, is let out as you feel her wet tongue. you want to laugh. you almost do, until she’s licking her way up to your neck, kissing your jaw softly before pulling off your body.

“someone really wants a taste of me.” you tease, watching her blush but the need doesn’t fade. lost in the red of her gaze causing her to nibble on her lips. you sit up with ease, now eye level with her. “you’re way too high tonight, feel like it’s my fault. i think i’m a bad influence.” you cradle her pretty face in your palm, thumb caressing her soft jaw.

“was it too much?” abby questions, eyes pleading with acceptance. “no, not at all. if anything, just made me want more.” you talk a beat to look at her. it’s a privilege, getting to witness her up close, wide-eyed as she tries to figure you out. she won’t. not yet at least, not until you let her.

“next time i can make it too much for you, if that’s what you like.” you tilt your head to the side. “not everyone likes it like that, but some girls do. i’m willing to bet you do.” your fingers reached up to her nose, following down the bridge and the bump in her nose. “you just give me a call and let me know, babygirl. alright?”

“i don’t—” she paused, suddenly interested in the dribble of lime on your lip, and she can barely stop herself, again, when she’s using the pad of her thumb to wipe it away. the action quickly had you looking at her with wide eyes. not expecting her to do something so bold when the most of the night she’s been too shy to even look at you. but this makes you laugh, and flick your tongue out and catches her thumb. grinning at her abrupt squeak.

“you don’t what, babygirl?”

“have your number” she breathes out, almost breathlessly. her body tingling at the feeling of just your tongue against a part of her body. even if it was just her fucking thumb. it was something. “so i can’t, you know, call you”

nervous and shy abby was one you needed to meet again.

“do you want it?” you’ve got that stupid fucking smirk on your face again. a smirk that abby wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss it off you or smack it off your handsome face. either way, she’s nodding shyly and absentmindedly fumbling with the ring on your thumb. oblivious to your smile at her nervous habit. “words, use them, yeah?”

abby pouts, hating or loving, she hasn’t really decided yet, on how you can make her do things that she wouldn’t normally do. especially shutting her up by using certain words. you cocked your head to the side when she’s nodding again, lips parted before her baby blue eyes connect with yours. “yes” she clears her throat, “i would like your number”

“and i’d like yours so find me a pen, pretty girl”

moving away from you, abby missed the sudden safeness you gave her. tonight was the only conversation she had with you, but she already felt safe. the comfort of just your hand on her lower back, she missed. “does this house even have a pen? i don’t even see a trash can anywhere” she grumbled, pushing her hair over to her other shoulder. the action not going missed by you.

“pretty girl, are you good?”

“no” she sighed, rummaging around in several of the draws, opening the cabinets, and finding no pen in sight. rolling her eyes dramatically as she slams shut the final draw again. admitting sudden defeat to an inanimate object. really mature abs.

you cleared your throat, eyebrow raising when abby turns around, looking at you like she just got caught stealing something from one of her friends to find you smirking, your right hand in the air, holding a pen. “if you spent less time being bratty, you would be able to find a pen” you chuckled, shaking your head.

abby makes her way back towards you, slightly more confident once she’s in reach to steal the pen from you before you had chance to do anything, and holds it with a grin. “m’not a brat” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side in thought.

“sure you aren’t. what are you doing?”

“m’trying to think where i wanna put my number”

“on me?”

“on you” she nodded, tutting under her breath and trailing her finger up your chest. giggling when you’re sucking in a deep breath “can i put it here?” she asked softly, those eyes locking with yours again.

“uh huh” you nodded, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “you can put it wherever you want, pretty girl. as long as i walk out of this house with your number, then m’fine with it”

abby didn’t need to be told twice. placing her free hand on your other arm, using the other than was holding the pen to slowly, teasingly you thought, to write her number on your skin. the coldness of the tip of the pen had you sucking in another breath, her fingertips brushing against you had goosebumps rising on your skin afterwards. “there” she smiled, leaning back slightly and passing you the pen. “done”

shakily taking the pen from her, you laughed a little breathlessly and shook your head. “where do you want my number?”

“wherever you want” she’s using your words against you and it makes you laugh once more.

a shiver runs down abby’s spine when you’re picking up her arm in your hand gently, stroking her skin with your thumb slowly and leaning a little closer, into her space, to press the pen, and ink against her arm. your breath tinkling her as you write each number slower than she wrote hers. teasing her back, aware of how much you’ve already got an affect on her.

a crimson blush coats her cheeks when you’re pressing your lips right at the end, gasping softly when you bite down on her skin gently. “think that’ll be a good reminder of me until we meet again, sweetheart?” you asked, voice slightly deeper than it has been all night.

she nodded dumbly with a shy smile. “yes” came her quiet reply.

her eyes widen when you practically jump off the counter and wrap your arm around her waist, tugging her into your chest. her lips parting when you press yours against the corner of her mouth, and you can’t help but smirk when you’re stepping away from her, no longer in her space, a space she refused to let others into, but loved you being that close and pouted. “i look forward to seeing you again real soon, yeah, pretty girl?”

she’s watching you stumble out the kitchen like a lost puppy. heart thumping in her chest and music ringing through her ears when you turn your head a final time and blow her a fucking kiss. how is she going to go on about her day when you’re already the only thing in her head?

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