#nerdabby

[bakugous-titties]

✨✨Sins of the Sub✨✨

(Abby Anderson x oc)

Abby stepped into the dorm's lobby, her heart racing as she checked her phone for the hundredth time. The glow of the screen reflected off her glasses, casting a blue hue over her cheeks. The message was clear: "Come over tonight." It had been a week since she last saw the girl with the piercing blue eyes, the one who made her knees wobble and her thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. The anticipation had been building, a tight coil in her stomach that she could hardly contain.

The elevator dinged, and she stepped in, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She knew her roommate, Jenny, was probably going to be there, studying as usual. They were two very different people, sharing a space that was too small for their clashing personalities. Jenny was butch, a no-nonsense woman who loved the structure of coding and the predictability of algorithms. Abby, on the other hand, was more of a free spirit, a sub nerd who loved to explore the uncharted waters of cybersecurity. But tonight, she had other things on her mind.

As she approached her door, she saw the silhouette of the girl she had been longing to kiss again, waiting outside. Before she could even insert her key, the girl stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Abby's with a hungry intensity. They collided into each other, their lips crashing together like waves against a shore. The girl's hands tangled in Abby's hair as they stumbled into the room, the door barely catching the frame before it swung shut behind them.

On the other side of the thin wall, Jenny's head snapped up from her textbook, a furrow forming between her brows. She had been deep in concentration, trying to decode the latest cryptographic challenge for her cybersecurity class. The sudden sound of passionate whispers and smacking lips was like nails on a chalkboard to her focused mind. With a sigh of frustration, she threw a pillow at the wall in their direction. It bounced off harmlessly, the sound muffled by the intensity of their embrace.

Abby, only partially aware of the disturbance, pulled away for a moment, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. She caught sight of Jenny, her roommate's expression a mix of shock and annoyance. The realization that they weren't alone hit her like a cold splash of water, and she felt a rush of embarrassment. But the desire that had been simmering inside her for days was too strong to be doused by a simple look. She leaned in for another kiss, her hand sliding around the girl's waist to pull her closer, ignoring the awkwardness of the situation.

Jenny's eyes narrowed as she slammed her book shut with a loud thud. "Seriously, Abby?" she called out, her voice a mix of anger and exasperation. "Can't you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to study here!"

Abby huffed, breaking the kiss but keeping her arms wrapped around the girl. She turned to face Jenny, her eyes flashing with a bit of irritation. "What's your problem?" she asked, her voice muffled by the girl's shoulder. "You're always holed up in here studying. Why don't you just go to the party?"

Jenny's jaw tightened as she picked up the pillow that had fallen to the floor. "Because, unlike some people, I have priorities," she shot back, her voice echoing the thump of her book. "And my scholarship doesn't pay for itself. Besides, it's not like you've ever invited me to any of those 'nerd parties' you and your friends have."

Abby's face grew redder as she realized she had been caught in the act. She had always wanted to seem cool and unflappable around this particular girl, the one who had captured her heart with a single glance at the university's hackathon. But now, she was just a mess of nerdy awkwardness, her glasses askew and her hair a wild tangle. She opened her mouth to respond, trying to come up with a smooth lie that would somehow salvage the situation, but the words that came out were a jumbled mess.

Her hookup, amused by the interruption, couldn't help but laugh, the sound a sweet melody that filled the room. She gently peeled Abby's arms from around her waist and took a step back. "Don't worry about it, Jenny," she said with a wink, her voice dripping with charm. "We'll keep it down. Promise."

Jenny's eyes narrowed as the girl sauntered closer, her confidence radiating like a force field. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked, her tone cool and collected.

"It's Luna," she replied, her smile not wavering. "But you can call me whatever you want, as long as you're smiling."

Jenny's eyes narrowed further, the unspoken challenge in her gaze. "I'm not really into... fems who top subs," she said, her voice low and steady. It was a clear line drawn in the sand, a declaration of her boundaries.

Luna looked from Jenny to Abby, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. "What's she talking about?" she whispered into Abby's ear, her breath warm and sweet.

Abby froze, her cheeks burning brighter than the neon lights of the arcade they had visited on their first date. She hadn't told Luna about her submissive side, not yet. It was something she had kept hidden, even from her closest friends. But now, in the stark light of their dorm room, with Jenny's accusatory glare boring into her, the truth was out there, and she couldn't take it back.

Luna pulled away, a puzzled expression clouding her features. "Abby, what's going on?" she asked, her voice a whisper of concern. "You said you were the one in control."

Abby's eyes darted to the floor, avoiding Luna's gaze. "It's complicated," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken secrets and the weight of Jenny's judgmental stare.

Jenny, however, didn't miss a beat. She barked a laugh, loud and forced. "Oh, come on," she said, her voice dripping with feigned amusement. "I was just kidding. You know how I like to stir the pot." She winked at Luna, trying to play it off as a joke. "I'm the one who's always in control, not her. She's just too much of a goody-two-shoes to admit it."

Luna's eyes lit up with curiosity, and she took the bait, turning her attention to Jenny. "Really?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I never would've guessed that."

Jenny shrugged, her lips curling into a smug smile. "It's all about keeping things interesting," she said, her voice dropping an octave as she took a step closer to Luna. "You know, a little bit of give and take."

Her eyes flicked to Abby, who was still standing there, looking like she wanted to melt into the floor. With a quick mental pivot, Jenny decided that maybe she could use this to her advantage. If she could keep Luna's focus on her, maybe it would give Abby some space to get her thoughts in order. "So, what do you say, Luna?" she asked, leaning against the wall. "Want to take a break from the sub-dom scene and see what it's like to be with someone who knows the real power of a good code?"

Before Abby could react, Luna stepped closer to Jenny, her gaze intense. "Is that a challenge?" she asked, a glint in her eye. Jenny felt a thrill run through her as she realized she might have found someone who could match her, someone who understood the thrill of the chase and the allure of power.

Without waiting for a response, Luna leaned in and kissed Jenny, her lips demanding and unyielding. Jenny's initial surprise was quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. It was a bold move, one that she hadn't seen coming. But as she kissed Luna back, she felt the power shift in the room. Her hand slid up to cup Luna's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw as she took control of the kiss. It was a dance, a silent negotiation of dominance and submission that played out between them in a heartbeat.

Abby watched, stunned, as the scene unfolded before her. She felt like an intruder in her own space, a forgotten character in a play she had written herself. Her eyes darted between the two women, their bodies now pressed tightly together, the sparks flying between them palpable. It was mesmerizing and terrifying all at once.

As Jenny's hand came up to cup Luna's cheek, Abby saw the faintest glimpse of something she had never seen before in Jenny's eyes—fear, perhaps? But it was quickly replaced with a look of determination as Jenny stepped back, breaking the kiss. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, her voice steady despite the heat in her gaze. "But remember, Abby,

I'm always watching."