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sugarbcnes · 1 year

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💿 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: BOTTOM BITCH ! !

“YOU’RE GONNA FORGET SHE EVER EXISTED.”

BLURB after your messy break up with ellie, you begin to push every boundary you can.

ABBY ANDERSON x FEMALE! READER — SMUT , 1850 WORDS

TLOU MASTERLIST — NAVIGATION

WARNINGS: Straight up porn. DOM! Abby. Spanking. Choking kink. Usage of strap-on. Pussy slapping. Profanity. Alcohol Consumption. Lesbian themes. SMUT. + Ellie slander lol. + For context, the song Abby and Y/N are dancing to is “Tenerte De Nuevo” by Nezza. I heard it and thought about Abby lol.

You stare up at her through thick dark lashes as your tongue slips out to find your straw. Soft lips coated with the slick sheer of your punch-pink lipgloss wrap around its tip, sipping the strawberry daquiri in your manicured hands.

A pout sits on Abby’s lips, brows arched as she looks down at you. Her arms are crossed, hands resting on her burly biceps.

“What do you want?”

You lean your elbow on the bar as you swirl your straw in your melting drink, your hip popped out. Her eyes travel for a millisecond, following the curve over your waist and hips that are barely hidden by your baggy low waisted jeans and tiny top.

“You looked lonely,” you frown and Abby knows better than to believe the expression on your face, “wanted to buy ya’ a drink.”

Abby too leans on the bar, hand now on her hip.

“Wouldn’t wanna get your girlfriend’s panties in a twist,” she grumbles, “where is she, anyway?”.

“Ex-girlfriend.”

The correction has Abby raising her eyebrows.

“You don’t say.”

You had always been friends with Abby. Bestfriends even at one point until you turned 18 and went to college where you met Ellie Williams. By her own sheer luck, Ellie didn’t like Abby and for the next 3 years, drove a wedge between the two of you until your childhood friend became a stranger.

The bartender makes her way over to you, smiling as you lean forward so she can hear you better.

“Two tequila shots, please!”

“We only have house, is that okay?”.

You nod, turning your gaze back to Abby.

“I like your hair.”

You remembered how she loved her long hair and how she always loved doing it in a braid. It was cut short now. Extremely short.

Slipping the bartender some note bills, you take your order from her.

Your hand finds Abby’s as you pick up the salt bowl, eyes never leaving hers as your tongue flattens on the back of her hand before you sprinkle a line of salt.

You lick it off, eyes only leaving hers for a second as you throw back the shot and then bite into the lime.

Her sharp facial expression doesn’t change as she reaches for her own shot glass, throwing it straight back. She swears she sees something twinkle in your eyes. The taste burns her throat just the way she likes it.

That was hot.

The last beat of JLO’s “On The Floor” plays before it fades into the next track.

The rhythm of the spanish tune has you swaying your hips, placing down your drink and reaching to grab Abby’s hand instead.

“Dance with me, Ab.”

She doesn’t turn you down, instead she lets you lead her into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor.

Your hips sway to the harmony, your hands coming up to graze your hips and trail up your stomach.

Abby can’t stop herself as her hands reach out for your hips, guiding them towards her until your body rocks against hers.

She notices the tipsy flush on your cheeks and the end of your nose as your hands rest on her chest, bodies moving in motion together.

She doesn’t know if it’s the haze of the club or if it’s your perfume but she can’t stop the growing heat in her stomach.

God, Ellie Williams was a fucking idiot.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches your blissed out state. Your eyes find hers burning into your skin and your arms circle around her neck. She doesn’t realise just how close the two of you are into your breath fans against her lips.

Up close, your eyes dance across her nasal freckles, giddy as you familiarise yourself again with her lust frosted eyes.

“Kiss me.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice before your lips pressed to hers, hungry and desperate.

Her fingers dig into your hips, the clashes of teeth and tongue in your heated kiss are sure to get you kicked out with a single glance from the bouncer.

That’s why you’re in your bedroom, caged by her solid arms on either side of your head as you lay bare underneath her.

Thick fingers brush down the soft skin of your stomach as she keeps you indulged in a slow, deep and sensual kiss. With each pull for air, your head subconsciously lifts to follow her lips, whining softly at the loss of contact.

Clothes discarded on the floor long ago, your bare skin is only illuminated by the milky glow of the moonlight and the vanilla and patchouli scented candle burning on her night stand.

The pads of her fingers graze over the lips of your cunt, instantly slicked with your syrupy nectar.

She stands up, pulling you by your legs to the end of the bed. She hooks her hands under your knees and lifts them until they’re pressed just below your shoulders. Her tongue flattens against your clit and you drawl out a long moan.

She feasts as if she’s been starving for decades, sucking your clit into her mouth along with two of her thick digits that are knuckles-deep inside of you, curling and thrusting to massage your gummy walls.

Abby doesn’t even care about how messy she’s being, your juices already dripping down her knuckles onto your bedsheets. Your knees press together, thighs almost crushing Abby’s head as your push her away, begging her to stop before you burst.

Your hips squirm, loud whimpers leaving your lips as your clit is hit with cold air when Abby pulls away.

Her fingers speed up, hitting the spot that Ellie never managed to hit.

“Abby, no!” you begged, shaky hand fumbling for her wrist, “Stop! I feel- I’m gonna- ah!”.

It coats her face and her chest, dripping down her torso. Her jaw slacks as her lips part and you can see her tongue press to the roof of her mouth as she seems shocked.

You feel a small part of you die inside when she looks up at you, your head hitting the bed as you cover your face with your hands. Your legs fall slack on the bed as she moves and suddenly big hands case your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why are you embarrassed?”.

You look at her, stumped.

“I-”.

You stop and Abby knows you’re holding back.

“Tell me, baby,” she says quietly, fingers curling under your chin, “why are you apologising? why are you sorry for having an orgasm?”.

You gulped and responded in a small voice, “Ellie didn’t like when I made a mess.”

Abby scoffed.

“If you squirting means I’m doing anything right, make all the mess you want, Princess.”

She senses your uneasiness, large hand travelling to grasp lightly around your throat.

“I promise you, angel,” she tilts her head, “when you’re with me, you’re gonna’ forget she ever existed.”

The slight pressure of her grasp around your neck elicits a gasp from your lips, quickly swallowing it with a kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth as you grip her strong biceps for leverage. Her kisses have you cloudy minded and drunk on her taste, blissed dumb to the point where you begin to let your cunt control your words rather than your brain.

“Need you so bad,” you say between kisses, “want your cock, Abby.”

She smiles against your lips, pulling back to look at you.

“Need me to fuck this pretty little cunt, yeah? will that make ya’ feel better?” she teases, massaging your tits in her hands, “needa’ be fucked dumb, don’t you, Princess?”.

You nod, chewing your bottom lip until it’s red and swollen.

The eight and half inches of black and pink silicone slips into your velvety walls with ease, your toes curling as you let out strangled whines due to the stretch. Your honeyed juices coat the faux cock perfectly enough for Abby to push forward smoothly.

You squeal when a loud smack! rebounds off the plush skin of your ass.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”.

Her voice echoes in your ears, your eyelids dropping shut as you savour it all.

Her hand presses against your stomach, making your hips squirm slightly, “fills you up, doesn’t it?”.

She doesn’t give you time to nod before she begins her rhythm, hips snapping into yours beastly as she mercilessly fucks your cunt.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, “Abby!”.

The curve of it, the length and her rhythm. You can’t help yourself now with the sounds swirling in your chest, letting go as she ruins your pussy.

There’s a dainty jingling in her ear as she hooks your ankle over her shoulder, the gold anklet dangling by her hair.

Your eyes squeeze shut as she bursts through the barrier of a deep spot you didn’t even know you had. The tip pushes against the sweet new discovery, butterflies in your stomach and fire burning the pump of your veins. Your back arches and your fist clench your sheets.

“Fuck, right there!”.

She continues to fuck into that very spot as uncontrolled moans and gasps leave your mouth. Fingers brushing over your clit, she rubs circles into the puffy bud.

“Such a little whore for this cock, hey pretty?” she taunts, “my pretty baby.”

A sharp slap is felt on your clit, your hips jolting.

“Say it.”

Her hiss tone has your stomach in knots as your fingers tug at her short locks.

“ ‘m your pretty baby, Abby.”

“Good girl,” she coos, placing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips.

Your screams got louder the closer you got to your orgasm, the coils in your stomach unravelling as Abby whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

Your world becomes blurry and you’re disoriented by the pleasure, Abby’s lips marking your neck with dark hickeys.

“So good, oh my god!” you cry out, your fists in her hair are clenched now and Abby knows you’ve hit your high.

“Open your eyes, baby,” she says, hand stroking your jaw, “want you to see who’s making you cum like this.”

Your eyes crack open as much as they can in your fucked-out state and you look up at her. Oh, how you’ve missed her.

You could feel her deep in your gut, euphoric senses grasping your hazy brain as her hips stutter. She gives one last weak thrust before she pulls out.

You writher, weak and dazed, underneath her.

Milky, sweet cum leaks from your pussy, a thick layer of it covering Abby’s strap-on.

Quickly undoing it, she discarded it with the stored reminder to wash it when she gets up.

Her fingers hold your face, searching for any consciousness in your blank eyes.

“You okay?” she says softly, thumb running over your cheekbone.

You hum and give her a small smile.

“Never better.”

Ellie who?