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⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙖 - (𝙖｡𝙖｡) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this was so ahskjhskhsj to write I love abby also if its wonky just pretend you love it;; as requested by the lovely @cottoncandytomu ;;

warnings: 18+ lesbian fanfiction!! Men and Minors DNI!! situationship between r! and abby, f!reader, jealous!abby, modern college au i guess, Abby is slightly emotionally unavailable but its hot, drinking (of age), actual sex, porn with plot, strap usage (cock, dick), oral (r! receiving), groping (r! recieving), kind of drunk sex? very slight mommy kink, overuse of commas, author procrastinated writing the smut part, ending is kinda rushed;

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"ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ… ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ… ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵒᵒʳ.. ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ…" ~ ⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭

She had you wrapped around her finger. And she knew it. She loved it, the way you tried to pull away, avoid her. A cat and mouse game, really. The mouse always came running back..

Yours and Abby's relationship was.. rocky to say the least. You wanted a real relationship, something with depth, a true connection with someone else. Abby was ever afraid of commitment, fucking you and then shutting off her emotions. You never knew what was going on inside the blonde's head. You couldn't allow yourself to be in a relationship with someone who wasn't vulnerable.

But it was all her fault. It was her fault you couldn't get with other girls despite your attempts. It was her fault that everytime you were by yourself, your mind drifted back to her. Her and her stupid pine scented soap, her and her stupid blonde hair that always looked effortlessly good, her and her stupid warm grey eyes, her and her muscular physique that felt just so good under your hands, the way her strap fit into your pussy and she fucked you like no one else could.

Everytime you tried to end it, you ended up coming back. God, she really did have you wrapped around her finger. And she really did enjoy it. Everytime you ran off on your own, claiming to be done with her. She sat back, let you have your way, let you have your freedom. You weren't committed, so who was she to hold you back? She knew it was only a matter of time before you'd had your fun, gone on a date or two, maybe had a hookup. And then you would call her, sobbing and begging her to come over and comfort you, show you who really loved you.

Of course, the thought of someone else's hands on you, touching you, their lips kissing you, you screaming someone else's name made her blood boil like nothing else. She'd grind her teeth, her mind filled with jealousy and a strange sense of betrayal, an almost animalistic state, wanting everyone to know what was hers.

Oh, but she knew you were hers. No matter how pissed off you made her by running off to find someone you thought better, she knew that at the end of the day, it was her who truly had your weak heart.

Not that everyone on campus was always invited to the same parties, but it always ended up that 9 times out of 10 you and Abby both were there. Some rando's house, drinking and partying and hooking up. It had become a pattern, a cycle, an essential part of your back and forth.

This time was no different.

You walked into the apartment where the party was allegedly. Upon entering, the music hit your ears and the flashing lights told you this was the right place. You walked in, finding your friends and quickly grabbing a solo cup, filling it with whatever alcohol was there. It was always a surprise.

Making meaningless conversation about classes, work, and studies with your friends. But your eyes were scanning the room, almost instinctively, looking for the tall blonde who took over your waking days. More and more people arrived. Women in short dresses and men who put in no effort as usual. Just might hookup with one of em, you thought to yourself.

Trying to pay attention to your friends was tasking, the music pounding in your ears, drowning out their conversation anyways, your mind completely clouded with the possibility of Abby. You shook your head. You really were pathetic. It hadn't been even a week since you said you were over (again) and yet here you were. Hoping she would show up, just so you could see her.

Taking a swig from the solo cup, the pineapple juice and vodka stung your throat, but you played it cool, swallowing a few times before walking into the main room. Fuck it, you thought. If she shows up, she shows up. If she doesn't, I'll be too drunk to even notice.

You held onto your cup, seeing the makeshift dancefloor of students grinding on each other, groping, swaying, getting totally shitfaced. This was your time to shine. You soon joined the mass, rocking your body to the music that played, finding the nearest girl who let you press against her. You downed the solo cup, tossing it on the floor. You hummed to the music, hips moving, sweat forming on your forehead. You closed your eyes, the alcohol taking over as you moved rhythmically, letting hands roam over your stomach, neck, thighs, hips. Someone's lips grazed your shoulder and you only pressed into them.

This was the feeling, this was what made Abby leave your mind, even temporarily. Alcohol and desperation making your head feel full of cotton, your body sweating and hot, everything felt slow and fast and you forgot where you were, lost in the bodies.

Abby had arrived sometime after you had left your friends by the door. When she walked in and saw them, she knew you had to be here. She already knew how this night would go. You'd get all drunk, desperate and hot, needing a fuck. And she would be there, your vice, to fulfill that desire. To fill every cavity and ache, to make you whole again.

The thought of it propelled her forward towards the sounds of the bass and synths. Her eyes immediately found you, almost trained to do so.

The way you got under her skin was impressive, her eyes squinting slightly as she watched you and your mini black satin dress that you just didn't wear a bra under, your flushed cheeks from the heat and the alcohol, the hair sticking to your face. The way you let any and every girl on that floor grope you, their undeserving hands touching your hips, your ass, your shoulders, pulling up the dress to just reveal more of your thighs as you shamelessly grinded on them, any inhibitions out the window.

She continued to watch you dance, the way your body moved smoothly and sensually, as if lost in a trance. Her brows furrowed as she leaned back on the wall, taking in the view before her.

You were so fucking easy. And that's what made Abby the most pissed off. That everyone knew you were easy, desperate, that they could get with you if they just got a little vodka in your system and whispered a sweet word or two in your ear. Everyone thought they could touch what was really hers.

It was obvious you really hadn't noticed her in your drunken horny state, so, in her confident and Abby-like attitude, she walked over to you in easy strides, pushing through the crowd. The almost 6' jock didn't need to be any more intimidating, but she still glared at anyone surrounding you. They were sober enough to know messing with Abby wasn't a good idea, and they backed off.

And you whimpered, the loss of contact causing you to open your eyes. But just as soon as it was gone, it was there again. But stronger, better, familiar.

Through your haze, your eyes focused on the blonde, whose arms had come to hold you around the waist, a hand pressed against the small of your back, her signature cocky grin on her face.

The way you gasped her name, and your lip puffed out into a pout told her everything she needed to know, everything she already knew. You'd drank the vodka and juice like water, and now your pussy was throbbing, your judgement clouded and desperate.

She had you right where she wanted you.

"Miss me, baby?" she whispered right into your ear. Despite the loud music, she was loud and clear.

You shivered, hands coming to grasp at her varsity jacket, your grip needy and wanting. You wanted her. You always wanted her. No matter who you took home, no matter who you kissed or flirted with, you wanted abby.

"Why you here, Abby?" You slurred, the crowd pushing you closer and closer to the woman in front of you. She didn't mind, pulling you closer and moving a hand down to grab your ass.

"Oh, you know why, don't you, pretty?" She chuckled, a sound that went straight to your cunt. You did know why, she had gotten invited, she knew you would be here, she knew you'd want her. She always knew.

You didn't respond, letting Abby start to guide you out of the crowd, back to the entryway. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. "Come on, pretty girl, let me take you home."

Home. Abby's place. Abby's room and Abby's bed. Musky and dark and everything you needed.

Your head bobbed in agreement, and Abby took your hand, the way it fit around yours making your knees weak, and led you out of the apartment door. Your friends weren't there to see it, and you made a mental note to tell them where you'd went later.

Out on the sidewalk, your heels clicking as you made your way to her Jeep. Ever the charmer, she opened the door for you, helping you climb inside before buckling your seatbelt, pressing a kiss to your neck.

A gasp left your throat as you tilted your head, wanting Abby to keep going. Here, now, you wanted her.

Abby rubbed your exposed thigh, smirking at you. "Oh baby, you missed me, yeah?" She whispered, her voice full of desire for you. You knew what you did to her, nodding as you pried your eyes open, gazing at her with an almost fond look.

She let out a small laugh, pulling away from you and closing the jeep door, walking to the other side to open hers. She climbed in and soon you were making your way to her apartment, her hand holding yours tightly as she drove.

She stopped in front of her apartment, parking and then shutting off the engine. She unbuckled herself and turned to you, her hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of your face.

"Hi," you smiled drunkenly, looking into her grey eyes. Oh how you could get lost in them, cold and comforting.

She smiled back at you, the smile that tugged your heart strings and played them like a violin. "Hi, sweetheart."

She paused for a moment, looking into your sweet eyes, the way you looked so at peace when you were beside her. She wish she could take a picture, permanently etch it in your brain. Beneath the alcohol and hormones, you truly felt better around her.

"You want me to take you inside, babe?" She dropped her voice down, a husky whisper as she cupped your cheek, stroking it with her thumb. She always wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted, especially with the added influences. "Want me to fuck you?"

The ache in your legs took over your mind, anything you would have said going out the window. You nodded pathetically, and soon you were laying in Abby's bed, the familiar scent of the woman filling your senses as you were pressed down into the mattress by her body weight.

Her lips were working hungrily against yours, pulling whimpers and gasps from your puffy lips. One hand on your neck, holding you in place, the other one gripping your thigh so hard it would leave beautiful bruises later.

You struggled to kiss back, her lips pressing against yours as her tongue slid deliciously against yours. It was clear how much she missed you, pure jealousy fueling her actions.

Drool slipped out the corner of your mouth. She was truly making a mess of you, but this was what you loved. She finally pulled away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air. She moved her hands behind your back, unzipping your dress and sliding it off your body.

She was right, you didn't wear a bra underneath. Your tits were on full display, nipples perky and eager for attention. She quickly latched her mouth to one, pinching and rolling the other, moans leaving your mouth, forgetting about Abby's neighbors. Your hand latched to her blonde hair, pulling out her braid and tangling your fingers in the free strands.

She groaned, feeling your hands working as she sucked harder. She missed this. She missed you. As much as she seemed like a brick wall, she was just afraid of losing you. Having other people even being around you was difficult and you drover her crazy playing your cat and mouse game.

"A-abby~" you whimpered, trying to pry her lips off of your throbbing nipple. She had gotten distracted, lost in the feeling of sucking, licking, kissing your pretty boobs.

She broke contact, holding herself up over your lips. "Say my name again, baby," she breathes, one hand gripping your jaw.

A buzzing sound interrupted you, the screen of your phone lighting up. Text after text after text. You had forgotten to tell your friends where you went and now they were looking for you. you turned to your phone, going to answer them, but Abby used her free hand to pin your wrists to the bed. The one on your face tightened, forcing you to look at her.

"Fuck them. right now, you only need to look at me. Focus on me. Say my name again, darling," she said, peppering your cheeks with kisses. You whined, the buzzing growing louder.

"Abby... But they're gonna keep bothering us..."

Abby huffed, letting go of you and grabbing your phone. She turned it on silent and then tossed it to the floor where it landed face down.

"There, now you can pay attention," she muttered, her large hands coming back to massage and paw at your tits. She almost love your boobs more than she loved your pussy, the way they squished and fit perfectly in her hands. You just enjoyed the massage, little sounds of pleasure leaving your lips, as Abby continued to rub the soreness out of the fatty tissue.

"God, you for such pretty tits, babe. Can any other girl touch em like this? Make you feel good like i can?"

"no, abby! Only you, only you can m.. make me feel this good..!" You whimpered, the heat growing in your pussy. You needed her, you needed her so badly it hurt.

"Damn right," she sighed finally looking down to the red panties you wore, the wet spot that darkened the fabric right over your cunt. "Mhm, all wet for me per usual, baby.. i know that all those other girls probably need to use lube to fuck you. They can't get you this wet, darling..."

And she was right. It was almost irritating how often she was right. No other girl made you feel the way Abby did. Abby could just do everything right. She knew your body more than you did, every soft spot, how to make everything just feel so much better.

Abby moved her big thumb over your clothed clit, rubbing small circles that drew a loud whine from you. "No teasing! no teasing, Abby, please!"

"You tease me all the time, bun. Running away from me like you're scared..." she continued to rub circles, a sadistic smirk on her face as she added more pressure. "Dancing the way you do with other people in your whore dresses.. knowing I'm watching the whole time.."

She rubbed her thumb over the wet spot which was growing by the second, the outline of your folds tempting and teasing. She could practically feel the throbbing in your panties, the way you clenched around nothing, your pussy begging to be filled.

"Abby.." you breathed, bucking your lips against her hand. The heat was getting too much, the second heartbeat of your cunt becoming unbearable. You could feel the way your panties stuck to your pussy, and you wanted so desperately for Abby to take them off.

"If you want something, babe, you know you just gotta ask," she whispered in your ear, nipping at your neck and sucking a bright purple hickey on the spot. She was reading your mind, knowing exatcly what you wanted.

"Take em off Abby... Please take em off... jus wan you to touch my pussy..." you begged shamelessly, so drunk on Abby's touch (and the alcohol).

"That's my girl," she muttered, tearing the fabric off of you, nearly ripping them as they were yanked down and off your ankles. Her hand quickly returned to cup your glistening cunt, feeling you grind on her palm, the desperateness in your pretty moans making her own clothes feel a little too tight.

She pulled away her hand from your cunt, moving both of them to either of your hips, pulling your exposed pussy to her crotch, watching the realization in your eyes as you felt the strap underneath her jeans. You wiggled your hips, trying to get some friction on the thing you needed most.

Abby watched as you made a wet spot on the front of her jeans, the slick of your pussy coating the bump. "Need it that badly, huh?"

"Yes, yes Abby, need it! N.. Need it!" you pleaded, eyes screwed tight, trying to focus on the friction. It was taking everything in you to not cry of frustration.

"Fucking look at me, darling," she groaned, her grip tightening, God you were going to have so many bruises later.

You managed to open your eyes, meeting her hungry yet somehow adoring gaze. "There you go, good girl. Keep your eyes on me if you want to cum tonight."

She quickly undid her jeans, slipping them off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. Her black strap lined up with your pussy and Abby could still feel her own hot, throbbing cunt. Her clit practically twitched in anticipation of the harness's friction.

Abby drug the top of the strap along your pussy, the schlick sound it made when she parted your folds to rub against your hole, not pushing in yet. You whined, pleading for her to put it in already.

She loved how needy you got for her. She didn't need to see anyone else fuck you for her to know you'd never be this way for them. This was the version of you that existed for her. This was hers.

She slid the tip in, pushing her hips. She didn't need to pretend the strap was real, she swore she could feel the way you tightened around her and your wet, hot cunt that was formed so perfectly to her cock. She adjusted your position, putting your legs over her shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to you lips as she bottomed out.

"Shit, you're so tight, bun," she groaned against your mouth, looking into your eyes. The cock fit so deliciously in you, pressing that spongey spot that made your toes curl, breathless whimpers of please and Abby leaving your lips.

She wasted no time, pulling out and pushing in again, fucking you into the bed as she held onto your hips, pulling you onto her dick just as fast as she was pushing it in to you. Her oace was rough and brutal, but you didn;t care. You did as you promised, keeping your eyes on abby's face as you moaned pornographically, pleasure making your head feel like cotton.

Abby slowed for a second, repositioning you on the strap to hit at a better angle before she resumed her pace. Your back arched on the back, a loud cry of Abby coming from your throat as Abby's dick pounded into your cunt.

You felt the heat in your stomach start to grow, a coil getting ready to snap. "C-close, abs m so close..." you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as she continued to fuck you, bruise your cervix and claim you as hers as she had done countless times before.

"Come f'me, baby, come with mommy," she muttered, feeling her own high creep on her as the harness continued to rub her clit.

A few more thrusts was all it took before you finally let your eyes roll back, you r mouth forming an 'o' as your orgasm washed over you, Abby following suite with her curses and groans of your name.

She tapped your side to tell you she was pulling out. She slid the strap off and got down on her knees, pulling your sopping cunt to her face as she greedily licked up your milky white cum like a woman starved. The overstimulation of her rough tongue had your reeling, trying to push her head away.

She couldn't help it, she just adored the way your pussy tasted, the scent of it washing over her as the tip of her nose rubbed against you mercilessly. She sucked on your sensitive clit for a second before pulling away with a pop, your slick coating her chin.

After she finished cleaning you up with her mouth, she laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms as you trembled from the way Abby had fucked you.

She stroked your hair, kissing your forehead. "Did so good, you always do so good for me, sweetheart," she murmured, rubbing your back.

You sniffled, tears welling in your eyes. "You're... you're not gonna tell me to put my panties on and go...?" you asked, knowing that she had done it so much previously that being in her arms was a shock. She hated being vulnerable after sex, which was what always pushed you away. But not this time.

"No, baby. I want you to stay. I want you to stay with me forever," she looked into your eyes, using her thumb to wipe off your salty tears. "I don't want you to run away anymore..."

And you agreed, teary-eyed. You wouldn't run from Abby anymore. She was devoted to you, and you would always be hers.

Moments later you were showered, with a glass of water in your hands as Abby rubbed lotion into your hips and thighs, blue bruises blossoming over the skin. She put you in a pair of her boxers and one of her t-shirts, gently holding you in her arms as you drifted to sleep.

'ⁱᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ 'ᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ.. ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ, ⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ…'" ~ ��˚˖ ♫ ୭

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