“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”
masc!reader x dealer!abby
warnings: using of weed, idk what else
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au: please don't mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i'll probably won't correct any mistakes cuz i'm too lazy for it
(this story is shitty how can y'all read this 😭)
part 1
part 2
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It’s been a week since you kissed Abby, and the two of you haven’t talked at all. You’ve tried to ignore her whenever you could, but still, you didn’t want her to notice. For example, every time she replied to one of your Instagram stories, you would ‘respond’ by just liking her messages. You wanted to hang out with your usual friend group, but they got mad at you after seeing you leave with Abby that night. They accused you of being a fake friend, of stealing Abby from them—especially one friend of yours who, as you later found out, had a big crush on Abby since the first time she saw her.
“You can’t do that, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re my friend! Why would you do something like that to me?!”
Today, you’re hanging out with some other friends who came into town to see you after you explained what your ex-friends did and what happened with Abby after you left with her. They were shocked. They didn’t know Abby at all, but after you showed them some pictures of her, they just said,
“Y/N, she’s hot and all, but she’s a player. Don’t get attached. Just stay friends with her if you don’t want to cut her off entirely.” After that, they insisted you hang out with them to distract yourself from her.
Now, you and your friends are in a parking lot, vibing to the music blasting from the car speakers, while some other people give you and your group judgmental glances. Your friends are smoking and drinking, screaming their lungs out, singing along to the songs. While you’re laughing at their antics, you notice a girl with black curly hair, long red nails, makeup on, dressed all in black—tight top, tight pants. It’s Julia.
A long time ago, you had a little crush on her because she used to shower you with compliments, was always there for you, and every time you two hung out, it ended in a make-out session. But after you told her you were catching feelings, she started ghosting you, saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she had just gotten out of one. You later found out she was lying the whole time, and from that day forward, you started hating her.
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"Hey," she says with that fake, innocent smile.
Fake ugly bitch.
Why does she have to ruin your moment right now?
"Hi," you mutter, not even looking her in the eyes as you sit on the ground.
"It's been a while."
"Yep," you reply, barely caring about what she says.
"Listen," she starts, her hand sliding onto your thigh, caressing it and moving up and down, dangerously close to your pussy.
You're about to push her away when—
"Hey chicas!" Manny calls out.
"Hey, Manny," she smiles, turning her head towards him.
"What are you two up to?"
"Oh, we're just talking and having fun."
"That kind of fun?" he asks with a smirk.
The girl laughs at Manny's joke and then says,
"I wish."
You whip your head to look at her, your expression dead serious and disgusted, silently screaming: Why the fuck would you say that?
"By the way, aren't you Mike's sister?" Manny asks.
"Yeah, how do you know him?" you respond, your voice clipped as you shoot him a serious and irritated look. It's not your fault you come off as mad, but Julia's presence is grating on your nerves right now.
"You know, he gives me things when my best friend can't," Manny says casually.
You roll your eyes, already tired of hearing that same old story. Every time someone says they know your brother, it's always because of the same damn reason-he's a dealer, and you're so over it.
"Okay," you reply, clearly done with the conversation.
"Okay, chicas, I'll leave you two alone now.
See you later," Manny says, heading off.
The second he's far enough away, you round on Julia.
"What the fuck was that? What's your problem?" you snap, roughly pushing her hand away from your thigh.
"Omg, Y/N! I was just joking," she protests.
"No, fuck you. You know what you did to me-treating me like I was your girlfriend, telling me l was yours, making out with me, and then saying you didn't want a relationship. You have serious fucking problems for saying that shit in front of him when I don't even know him. And you say it like it's nothing? Do you even realize how much that hurt me? Are you fucking stupid? Why are you even here anyway?"
You and Julia are in the middle of a heated argument, voices rising as you go back and forth. Your friends are still chilling with the music blasting, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you. Julia’s face is twisted with frustration, but you’re too fed up to care.
Meanwhile, Abby is at home, watching some random movie to pass the time when a notification pops up on her phone:
Manny - 2 new messages.
“Hey, pendeja”
“Wanna hang out when I’m done with some stuff?”
A new notification interrupts:
*NEW MESSAGES*
Manny: Do you know Mike’s sister?
“Isn’t she the girl you told me about? They look similar by your description.”
*image.*
Abby quickly taps on the notifications, her curiosity piqued. The image loads, and her stomach drops. It’s a picture of you and Julia, her hand resting way too high on your thigh. Abby stares at the image for a moment, her jaw tightening.
She replies instantly.
Abby: Where are you?
“In the usual parking lot we hang out at with Owen, Jordan, you know.”
“You still want to hang out?”
“Yeah, I’m picking up the others right now, be at your place in 10.”
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later, Manny pulls up at Abby’s house, and soon they’re walking through the parking lot. Abby’s eyes are scanning the crowd until she spots you, her expression darkening.
Manny heads your way, shouting, “Hey, told you I’d be back so—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees Julia kissing you, her lips pressed against yours as a soft moan escapes her. Abby freezes, her vision tunneling, anger flaring up inside her. Her fists clench as her heart pounds in her chest.
Just then, your friend Micheal calls out from the car, unknowingly saving you from the situation, “Y/N! Wanna try this drink? It’s fire!”
You push Julia away from you, wiping your mouth quickly, and stand up, turning to head toward Martin. But just as you reach for the drink, a hand snatches it away before you can grab it.
“You’re not drinking tonight,” a cold voice says.
You look up to see Abby standing in front of you, her blue eyes burning with barely-contained anger.
“Abby? What are you—“
“Shut your mouth and walk,” she snaps, throwing the drink aside before grabbing your arm. Her grip is firm, leaving no room for argument as she pulls you away from the group, forcing you to walk with her.
Your heart races as you glance back at your friends, then at Julia, but Abby doesn't care. She’s got you now, and there’s no escaping whatever comes next.
"Abby, stop."
"Manny, give me your car keys. I'll be back in a minute."
"Sure," he says, handing Abby the keys without asking any questions.
"Get in the car, Y/N."
"Abby, let me go."
She opens the car door and forces you inside. As she takes the driver's seat, you try to open the door, but she's already locked it.
"Abby, what's wrong with you? Open the fucking door!"
Abby doesn't respond. She starts the engine and speeds out of the parking lot.
"Abby, slow down!"
After twenty minutes of speeding, Abby pulls over in the middle of nowhere-no lights, no houses, just darkness all around.
"Fuck! Abigail!"
She turns on the interior light, and you look at her, scared of what might happen. You don't know if Abby is a violent person or not. Her eyes are filled with fury, and you can see she's seething with anger.
"We need to talk. Now."
"No, we don't."
"Oh yeah? So you think it's okay to ignore me and treat me like l'm a stranger?"
"Wha-"
"Don't play dumb, Y/N, and don't make any excuses. You're not even drunk."
The silence between you two grows heavier.
"Why did you stop talking to me after we kissed?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"What do you mean?"
"Abby, you have a new girl with you every two seconds. You're always having sex or making out with them in a blink of an eye." You sigh before continuing, "I felt-and still feel-like a sex toy to you."
"You're not."
"Yeah, like I can really trust you on that," you say sarcastically, turning your face to the window. "I should've never told you about my feelings. We can't work together."
"Y/N-"
"I fucking hate you, Abby. I hate having feelings for someone who would probably just use me however she likes!" You spit out, facing her again.
"I've told you many times that I don't like how you talk to me. I'm serious, Y/N. Stop."
"Abby, seriously, fuck you."
At that, she grabs your neck, nearly choking you, and pulls you two inches away from her face.
"Oh yeah? Then who is that girl? And why was she kissing you and moaning into your mouth? Why was she almost touching your pussy moments before I showed up?"
After the last sentence, you try to understand how she could have seen that, and then you connect the dots. She’s Manny’s best friend. But how?
“How do you—”
“Manny sent me a picture.”
Fuck you, manny
“It’s none of your business who she is, and I didn’t try anything with her.”
“Then why didn’t you push her away from you?” Abby says, tightening her grip on your neck slightly.
“I was shocked. She caught me by surprise.”
Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she keeps her intense gaze fixed on you, trying to see if you’re lying.
“I was just trying to distract myself from you. Now you’re acting jealous, calling me yours, but are you mine?” you say
“What do you think?”
“You aren’t. I think we both know that, Abigail.”
Just then, your phone starts ringing with a photo of a curly haired woman —Julia — popping up.
Abby recognizes the girl and stares at you, clearly unimpressed by the timing.
“Don’t you even try to answer.”
You ignore her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker.
“Hello? Love?” Julia says, and you remain silent.
Abby looks at you and whispers, “Love? Really?”
“Julia, what do you want?”
“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw that girl taking you away from me while we were talking.”
As Julia continues talking, Abby starts giving you hickeys on your neck, causing you to moan intentionally. You’re so focused on the sensations that you stop listening to whatever Julia is saying.
“Are you okay, love?” Julia asks, her voice tinged with concern.
Abby pulls her head away from your neck and grabs your phone from your hand. You try to fight her, but you know Abby is hundred times stronger than you.
“She’s busy right now,” Abby says before hanging up on Julia.
“Abby, what the fuck?”
Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, which contains a joint and a lighter.
You know where this is going to end.
Abby leans back in the driver’s seat and brings the joint to her lips, the tip flaring orange in the complete darkness. The only sound is the faint crackle of burning paper and herb as she takes a long drag. Smoke fills the air, swirling around her in lazy spirals, barely visible in the faint moonlight that seeps through the windows. The deep, earthy scent of cannabis mixes with the musty smell of the old car seats, creating an almost comforting atmosphere. Abby exhales slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth and nostrils, diffusing into the blackness outside. The silence is profound, with no hum of traffic or distant chatter, only the occasional rustle of wind through unseen trees. Her eyes are half-closed, her mind drifting as she stares out into the void, feeling an odd sense of peace in the isolation. She takes another drag, the glow from the joint briefly illuminating her fingers before once again merging with the surrounding darkness.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
Abby remains silent.
“Are you really smoking while we’re arguing?”
Still.
“I’m done with your bullshit, Abigail. Let me go.”
As you say this, Abby rests the joint between her lips, freeing both of her hands.
Abby’s hands clutch the car’s armrest. With a sudden, rough motion, she yanks you toward her, forcing you onto her lap. You gasp, startled by Abby’s intensity as your bodies collide in the confined space of Manny’s motionless car. She removes one hand from your waist to grab the joint and exhale the smoke.
“I told you many times to stop calling me by my full name,” she says, gripping your neck and pulling you closer to her face.
“And I told you many times I’m not any of your bitches, Abigail.”
“You’re mine, Y/N.”
“Fuck you.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, closing the distance between you until you’re just two inches apart.
“Too bad you made me mad,” she whispers.
You’re about to respond when her phone starts ringing. The caller ID shows ‘Manny.’
Abby rolls her eyes and throws away her joint as if it’s nothing.
“What do you want?”
“Abby, I need my car. Owen needs to grab something from home.”
“Fine.” She hangs up. Without missing a beat, she turns her head and locks her gaze with yours, her icy blue eyes filled with a silent warning.
“Don’t you even try to go back to her when we’re there again,” Abby says, her voice low but firm, every word laced with intensity.
You meet her stare, unimpressed. “You’re so annoying, Abby.”
With a sigh, you move to open the car door, slipping off Abby’s lap and sliding back into the passenger seat, feeling the shift in the air between you. Abby’s eyes never leave you, even as she shifts back into the driver’s seat, jaw tight, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if bracing for whatever comes next. As soon as you settle back into the passenger seat, Abby shifts the car into gear, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The tension in the air is thick, unspoken words hanging between you as you drive in silence. The dark, winding roads stretch out before you, the headlights cutting through the night, but neither of you says a word. Abby’s eyes flick over to you a few times, but she stays focused on the road. Her jaw is set, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. You lean against the window, your breath fogging up the glass slightly, arms crossed as the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires on the asphalt become the only sounds. Minutes pass, feeling like hours, until the familiar sight of the compound appears in the distance, its fortified walls and the glow of lights signaling you are back. The tension shifts, replaced by a looming sense of inevitability. The car rolls to a stop near the entrance where Manny and a few others are waiting, standing in the dim light as they speak amongst themselves. Abby kills the engine and sits there for a moment, staring straight ahead. “We’re here,” she mutters, her tone curt. You shoot her a sidelong glance but don’t say anything. You push open the door and step out, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stretch, shaking off the weight of the car ride. Manny notices you and gives a short wave, walking over with a grin on his face.
"Hey, took you guys long enough," he jokes, but he quickly notices the tension radiating from you and Abby.
Abby climbs out of the driver's seat, standing tall as she slams the door shut. Her eyes briefly meet yours, but she quickly turns to Manny. “We had some things to discuss about.” she says, her voice flat.
Manny raises a brow, sensing the atmosphere between you, but doesn’t press it. “Well, glad you're back. i’ll take owen at home home, we’ll be back in 10.”
After Manny finishes talking, you move to walk back to your friends when you feel pressure on your waist. It's Abby, her large, veiny hands gripping you firmly. She leans in, her voice low and steady.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, leave me alone," you reply, trying to pull away.
"Calm down, princess. I haven't even started with you yet," she whispers into your ear, smirking. Then, without warning, she presses a kiss against your neck, and it makes you freeze in place.
Abby lets you go, but she stays close, walking beside you with that familiar intensity. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby’s presence and immediately makes her way over. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm, pulling you away from the tension. Abby lets you go, her hand sliding off your waist as she begins walking next to you, her presence still heavy in the air. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby lingering close. Without hesitation, your friend walks over, a knowing smile on her face. She grabs your arm, pulling you away from Abby's intense aura.
"Come hereeee" she says, her voice light and carefree as she leads you toward the others. The music from the speakers pulses through the empty parking lot, and soon enough, you’re moving to the beat, your friend helping you shake off the tension as Abby watches from the sidelines, her gaze never leaving you. As the beat of the next song thumps through the speakers, your friend throws her head back, laughing. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, her laughter light and carefree.
“Oh my god, I’ve never had this much fun in so long,” she says, still giggling, her words slurring from all the excitement. You feel her happiness infectiously sinking in.
Abby Standing off to the side, arms crossed, her jaw clenched tight, she watches you with a growing intensity. The sight of you laughing, vibing, and lost in the moment with your friend pushes her to the edge. Her patience snaps, and she starts walking toward you, the determination in her stride cutting through the music. You can feel the weight of her presence approaching, the air around you thickening.
She's had enough.
When Abby reaches you, her large hand grips your arm—not harshly, but firm enough that you feel the seriousness behind it.
“We’re done here,” Abby says, her voice low and commanding. There’s a tension in her words that sends a chill down your spine. She’s barely keeping it together. Abby isn’t going to wait for an answer, and before you can think too hard about it, she’s pulling you away from the music, away from the carefree vibe, and into the shadowy edges of the parking lot. You open your mouth to protest, the frustration bubbling up inside you, but before you can say a word, Abby steps in close, towering over you, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of control and desire.
“Not even a word,” she interrupts, her voice low and unwavering. Her smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just wait till we get home,” she adds, her tone dripping with a promise that makes your pulse quicken. It’s the kind of tone that says it all:
I’m going to make you regret that.
You stand there, frozen, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull Abby has over you. your friends’s voice a distant hum as Abby’s presence overtakes everything. There’s no escape from the intensity in her eyes, and you know whatever is waiting for you at home is going to be something you won’t forget easily. After a moment of tense silence between you and Abby, Manny walks back over, catching sight of the two of you standing close, the tension still thick in the air. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything at first, sensing the shift.
“Oye chicas, you guys good?” he asks with a playful smile, his voice casual, but there’s a knowing edge to it. Manny has been around Abby long enough to pick up on her moods, and right now, he’s smart enough to stay out of it.
Abby barely glances his way, her hand still lingering on your arm. “Can you take us to my place?” she asks, her voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the undertone of command. It’s not really a request, and Manny knows it. He looks between the two of you, his gaze lingering on Abby for a beat longer. He doesn’t ask why or what’s going on—he doesn’t need to. Manny knows Abby better than almost anyone, and he can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in.
“Sí, claro,” he says with a nod, keeping it simple. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask the questions swirling in his mind. After all, Abby is his best friend, and if there’s one thing he’s learned over the years, it’s when to mind his own business. You steal a glance at Abby, her smirk still lingering, and your stomach tightens with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Manny leads the way to the car, and you can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you the whole time. Whatever’s coming, you’re not going to be able to avoid it. You slide into the backseat with Abby beside you, the car ride feeling heavier than it should. Manny stays quiet up front, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the engine as he drives, and you’re left wondering what’s going to happen when you finally get to Abby’s place.
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who knows what is going to happen next👀
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