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This is the fic i was looking for😍🤭

Nobody's Bitch

DOM!ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER

Word Count: 8.4K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A/N - So I had a poll on what you guys wanted to see, and Abby won with 27.1%! Gonna be honest, I kinda saw that coming so I'm here to feed you all with some yummy Abby Content.

WARNINGS: Swearing, alcohol use, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (r! receiving), mentions of knife play (for like 2 seconds), biting, dom!Abby, sub!reader, biting, graphic depictions of food (lol)

SYNOPSIS: Abby's friends notice that she's being extremely nice to you and going out of her way to do you favors. And what they call her doesn't sit right with her, so she decides to prove them wrong.

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There was a constant at the WLF base. And that constant? Abby Anderson was rude.

Not a single person at SoundView Stadium hasn’t been on the receiving end of the Anderson Attitude, and on her worst days, it was best to avoid her altogether. Lots of Scar activity? Avoid. Breakfast was the vegetarian choice? Avoid. Someone didn’t reset the gym equipment after use? Avoid, avoid, avoid! Abby has always had a short fuse and when she gets angry, everyone is feeling the burns for days to come.

And yet, she was never that way with you… Nobody understood why it was that way. You worked in the kitchen, and would sometimes get rotated to either the gardens, or the dog caretaker. Your love for animals was only above your love for creating incredible food whenever you got the chance. Back before things had flourished for the WLF, traders would come by, and you would take every chance possible to simply gather organic spices and grow them on your own to reproduce whatever possible.

Your talent for the kitchen knew no bounds and everybody crowded around you one day when you made something that was incredibly precious to the WLF base now. Sea salt. For days at a time, you begged the patrol groups one by one to fill a bucket of salt water for you and bring it back. You were desperate and wanted to show Isaac that you were more than just talk.

It took days of pleading for anybody to take your request seriously… But then one day, as you stood in the car lot with your bucket at your side, looking over the sea of soldiers— which you were not, you spotted a group with someone familiar to you… Manny! Of course, Manny would help you! He was from Mexico; he would know just how important salt is in food!

“Manny!” You shouted, running over to his jeep before he could hop into the driver’s seat. Two others were already in the truck with him, who you recognized as Owen and Jordan. They were nice enough, but never truly spoke to you. The Hispanic turned to see who was calling for him, and immediately smiled down at you from where he was standing on the jeep’s runner.

“¡Buenos días, mi amiga!” You always thought that Spanish was such a pretty language and smiled whenever he spoke it. “What can the great Emanuel Alvarez do for you?”

“Okay, so,” You gestured to the bucket in your hands. “I’m trying to show Isaac that I can do more than just cut meat all day long, you know? I had this idea, but I’m not allowed to leave the stadium! So, I was hoping—”

“Is this about the sea water?”

“Come on, Manny, help me out!” You pleaded, holding your hands together as he climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the door. Luckily, the window was still down so you could still talk. “Not only would it just… make things taste so much better, but there’s major health benefits to eating sea salt regularly.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” Manny put his elbow on the door and stared down at you.

With a huff, you ran a hand through your hair and gave him many reasons. “It helps with sleep, it balances electrolytes, prevents muscle cramps, great for disinfectants, supports your nervous system, dude I can go on all day long! It’s the same principle as sugar or even pepper!”

“Look amiga, I would love to help you with this little project,” He looked down at the bucket. “But we simply do not have enough time to.”

“Hey Manny, c’mon,” Owen muttered, gently nudging his partner. “Tub full of sea water shouldn’t be too hard to get.”

“Yeah, and if it gets knocked over, no harm done really.” Jordan piped up, which made you slightly nervous but even more hopeful. It seemed his vote was two to one! You made a mental note to thank Owen and Jordan later.

“What’re we talking about?”

All eyes snapped behind you and you immediately began to cower. You knew that voice… It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps form along your arm. Many days, you have heard about this person… The infamous Abby Anderson. The record setter in the gym, the top Scar killer, the unstoppable force to be reckoned with. Men want to be her, and women want to be destroyed by her… You very slowly turned around and looked up at her stern, cold expression and glossy blue eyes that made your knees weak.

“W-Well, uhm…” You stumbled on your words, suddenly feeling like this was a bad idea. No one asks Abby for favors; no one. Not that she made it known you couldn’t ask her for favors… some people are just too scared to. “I-I was asking Manny if he could… he could—”

“She wants us to bring a bucket of salt water back for her,” Manny finished for you. “She wants to make her own salt for Isaac.”

“Did he approve this?” Abby put a hand on her hip and looked down at you. Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground, and you avoided her gaze, shaking your head. He had no idea you were in the garage, asking for this. And if he knew you were redirecting his soldiers to the coastline, you could kiss your kitchen station goodbye and live in the greenhouse forever.

Abby stayed silent for a good long while, looking down at you… For some reason, she couldn’t help but admire you in that moment. Your bucket still held in your hands, hair falling down, holding yourself as if you wanted to shy away from this entire situation, the shame you were showing by not getting Isaac’s approval for this… She couldn’t bring herself to say no.

Your eyes went wide at feeling her hand curling under yours and taking the bucket from you. She put it in the bed of the truck before climbing into the back with Jordan, smiling down at you. “I’ll make sure it all gets back here tonight.”

Wait, Abby Anderson was doing something for you? And she wasn’t making fun of you either? Why was she—Abby probably didn’t even know your name! Why offer to bring back a bucket of sea water just so you can prove something to Isaac?

“Uh…” You stumbled on your words, feeling mighty ridiculous and probably doing a fantastic impression of a trout out of water at that moment. “Th-Thank you, Abby!”

“Don’t mention it,” The blonde smiled down at you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder and for a moment, you felt the world stop turning. Her palm was so warm and strong against your body, even through the clothing of your shirt you can feel her heat. Not to mention the way her veins popped in her hand, and how her muscles flexed when she squeezed your shoulder before sitting down and checking her rifle one last time.

The truck rolled out of the garage, and you stood there with a goofy smile on your face, taking a few steps back and gently touching the place where she had just squeezed. It felt slightly tingly…

On the jeep, everyone was looking at Abby like she had blood coming out of her ears. She didn’t notice until Manny reached through the back window and gently hit her on the shoulder with his knuckles. The blonde looked up from her rifle and moved the strands of hair out of her face. “What?”

“What was that?” Manny chuckled. “You do something without Isaac saying you can?”

“What, the sea water?” Abby plopped back on her seat and put the rifle down. “It’s no big deal. Just a bucket of water.”

“No one wants to help her, Abs,” Jordan shoved his foot against Abby’s boot. “She’s broken Isaac’s orders before. She trades valuable stuff just for spices.”

“Idiota, garlic is not a spice! It’s an herb!”

“Whatever it is,” Jordan sniped. “It wasn’t worth a bottle of vodka that took two fucking weeks to make.”

Realization crossed Abby’s face as she sat there, her mouth gaping with surprise. “That’s the girl?!”

“Yes! That’s her! The bitch that traded the vodka!”

Owen reached through the window and smacked Jordan upside the head, knocking his hat loose for a second. The snort that resonated from Manny was not lost on Jordan who was scowling.

“Cut it out, man,” Owen said with more bite than Abby thought possible. “That girl is the whole reason we even got taco day! Best fucking day of the week; I’m telling you, she’s a genius in the kitchen! And if she can make her own salt out of sea water, I say we bring her back the whole damn ocean.”

“Ay, someone better tell Mel that Owen here has a crush on the chef,” Manny chuckled.

Abby wasn’t listening anymore, as the two in the front seat argued back and forth. Even if Owen did have a crush on you, who cares? That’s his prerogative, and his right as an individual. So… why did the thought make her stomach twist in an uncomfortable way? Abby thought she could write it off as simple jealousy for you making moves on Owen… But she hardly felt jealous when Mel took him away.

And then, for a brief moment, Abby imagined Owen making a move on you… And she didn’t like how her fingernails dug into her pantlegs and she curled her lips into some rabid snarl. Nobody seemed to notice, though, which was nice. Abby didn’t really want to explain why she looked like someone had just punched her in the face.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. They met up with Mel and Nora at the TV station to move supplies back to the Stadium and when they returned, all of them made a beeline for the kitchen lines. All of them but Abby who was lagging behind with a bucket of water in her massive, calloused hand. When she stepped into the kitchen, she felt more out of place here than the time she got lost in a mall.

“Hey, I’m looking for uh…” Abby stumbled for a second, a small amount of the water splashing from the bucket as she saw you working behind the line on the grill. A bandanna was tied around your head to keep the hair out of your face, and you were wearing nothing but a tank top and cut-off shorts. From here, she could see the countless scars from knives and fire due to your days of working in the kitchen.

Oddly enough, you grew up in Seattle and you were one of the first to colonize with Isaac when he first formed the WLF… You’ve been in the kitchen for most of your life… When was the last time you left the stadium?

Abby didn’t realize she was staring at you until you turned around and saw her standing there. Hope gleamed in your eyes as you eyed the bucket in her hand and immediately ran over to her, wiping your hands on your shirt. “You did it! You brought it back! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Abby may have expected a lot of things… but you jumping up to hug her? That was not on her list of expected circumstances. Whenever she did something for someone, they would give a haphazard “thanks” and then not even look at her twice before getting back to work. When was the last time someone showed genuine joy with her and thanked her in such a way? It had been so long; Abby had forgotten what it felt like… Her heart was fluttering.

You gently took the bucket from her hand and placed it on the countertop before getting out a massive roasting tray. It was old, and a piece of salvage that someone had found to bring back to the kitchen. Was probably used for duck roasting, or maybe thanksgiving days. The scorch marks on the bottom didn’t seem to bother you as you placed a measuring cup into the bucket of sea water and dumped it in the roasting tray.

“So,” Abby readjusted the braid down her back as you filled the pan. “How’s this work?”

“Oh, it’s easy,” You said, lifting the tray and taking it over to the grill top where you gently placed the pan of water on the fire. “Just cook off all the water at a slow heat, and once it’s gone, you have salt.”

“Oh,” Abby mumbled. “I thought it would be more complicated than that.”

You giggled and Abby inhaled sharply at the sound of your voice. “I don’t know why I never thought of it before… This will save so much with trading, you know? No more selling high value items just for seasonings.”

“Doesn’t seem very high priority though,” Abby said, trying not to sound condescending as she did. While some may have taken it that way, you were not deterred and simply shrugged your shoulders before going back to the grill and prepping for the rest of the base to return for dinner.

Abby took a step back as you reached over to her, taking something off the shelf behind her. For the smallest second, Abby felt the heat of your body against her own, and she imagined what it would feel like to have her hands on your waist, only for that to be shut down with you unscrewing a jar… It looked like a jar full of tan powder and you dumped a good amount on the meat in front of you.

You noticed her quizzical look and unscrewed the jar again, holding it up to your nose and inhaling the scent of the seasoning. “Mmm… garlic powder, best thing I made.”

Very cautiously, you lifted the jar up to Abby’s face who immediately tried to back away. “Don’t stick that in my face!”

“I’m not! I’m not, okay look,” You smelled the seasoning again before offering it more gently this time. “Just smell it.”

“Do I have to?”

“Anderson, humor me,” You rolled your eyes as she took the jar out of your hands and very carefully, smelled the contents inside. A second passed before she took another sniff and then wrinkled her nose a bit.

Abby tried to look tough and play it off, but one more smell of the herb and she was giving it back to you. “It actually does smell good.”

All you could do was snort before you stirred up the ground beef inside of the meat sauce, and Abby quickly realized you were making pasta for dinner. She didn’t even know she was hungry before her stomach started growling. You smirked and gently dipped your spoon inside of the sauce and offered it to Abby, one hand under the utensil to catch the sauce that dripped down the bottom.

Abby eyed it, looking at your face to see if there were any ill intentions lingering… Well, you were right about the garlic. Maybe you’d be right about this? Abby leaned down and put the spoon inside of her mouth, dragging her teeth across its metal surface to get all the contents of food out of the little bowl. For many seconds, she said nothing. But your nerves began melting away at seeing her whole face light up with surprise.

“Ha! I knew it!” You beamed with pride and tossed the spoon into the sink. “You like it.”

“Okay, fine, it’s…” Abby pondered her words. “Not terrible.”

“Good enough for me.”

You had taken your eyes off the stove in front of you and took this moment to…admire her. Really, truly admire Abby and how incredibly constructed she was. Her eyes were this intense shade of gunmetal blue, almost silver if the light hit them just right. Her entire face was covered in freckles, with the most prominent ones being on the bridge of her nose and around her lips. Normally with her resting face, her mouth was turned down in this scary frown, but when she smiles… Her entire face lights up and it makes the world seem not so bad anymore.

You can’t remember the last time you saw an infected person… You’ve been inside this compound for so long that you had almost forgotten why they were soldiers. Infected were a problem, there was no denying that… But the Scars were dangerous. Every day, another soldier gets wounded or even killed in this little civil war, and your thoughts immediately turned to Abby.

What if one day, Abby was pulled in, her body in a bag and her eyes lifeless… Your stomach twisted, and with that, you were no longer hungry.

“Chef!” Your title had a jolt of fear running down your spine as you looked over at one of your cooks and he made a face. “Stop flirting and finish up!”

“Chris, I will hit you with that ladle!” You shouted back, blush rushing to your cheeks as you looked up at Abby, seeing her eyes turn hardened as she stared the cook down.

“Want me to rough him up for ya?” She cracked her knuckles and your whole body felt like jelly, just at seeing her muscles flex under that strong, scarred skin.

You shook your head. “No, no… I need him to still be able to walk around or none of this shit is going out tonight.”

Abby smirked, watching as you were practically vibrating with excitement at receiving a bucket of ocean water. It was something so trivial, but so important to you and Abby couldn’t help but feel her own excitement for what you could possibly bake from it. She was so wrapped up in the possibilities that she almost missed you taking her hand and placing a container inside of her calloused palm. She looked down at it, slightly bewildered.

“You weren’t answering me,” You stated, after you had tried to call her name about 3 times only for her to be staring at the steaming tray of salt water. She looked down at the container, feeling the heat rise from the paper packaging and slowly unwrapped the contents… It was a sandwich! But not just any sandwich.

“Is that—” Abby lifted the food up to her nose and smelled the meat inside. “Oh my God, it’s bacon…”

You giggled, putting both hands behind your back at her delight for something so simple. You had been saving the bacon strips for something special, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Abby had gone out of her way to retrieve a bucket of something useless to her, just to make you happy. The very least you could do was give her something special in return.

The blonde took a massive bite from the sandwich, the toasted bread crunching under her teeth and seeing that this was a fully constructed BLT, complete with tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and even a sauce that had so much flavor, she thought she had died and gone to heaven! Very dramatically, she leaned against the shelf behind her and held up the sandwich like it was a work of art. “This is the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Color rose to your cheeks, and you had to bite your lip in order to keep the words inside your mouth. What right did this woman have to be so incredible and so… why was she being so nice to you? Your heart raced inside your chest as you glanced over at the grill and realized you had spent far too long talking with Abby Anderson and not enough time cooking dinner for the stadium.

“Okay, you gotta go,” You put your hands on Abby’s arms and couldn’t stop the shiver that raced down your spine at how incredible her muscles felt. “Before I get in trouble.”

“You’ll get in trouble for giving me food?” She chuckled as you attempted to shove her away but with how fucking strong she was, you barely moved her at all.

“Before everybody else?! Yes, I will!” You whined and watched her reluctantly stand up straight and allowed you to push her out of the kitchen. The door shut behind her and you immediately pushed both of your hands against your face, letting out a muffled scream at how ridiculous you felt. You were doing too much and acting so silly, for what? For Abby? For someone who was hostile with everybody?! It was only a matter of time before she saw you as a problem and not an asset…

It was that day that you decided to do everything in your power to stay on Abby’s good side.

In the morning, when everybody was waiting in line for breakfast and wishing that the line would move faster, Abby was taken by surprise when you called her over from the kitchen door. The second she got there, you placed a bag in her hands and did something you’ve never done in your life. You winked at her. You fucking winked at Abby Anderson!

The door closed behind you as you went back to work and Abby looked inside of the bag. Two individual slices of fresh bread topped with over easy eggs, onions, and some chopped spinach, along with what looked like a muffin… Abby looked at the food, and then back at the door, wondering why exactly you were being so nice to her. All she did was give you what you asked for…

Needless to say, everybody was incredibly jealous of what she was given in comparison to what her friends got. And when Manny asked to share it, she told him that she’d break his fingers if he touched the muffin one more time.

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“So, is there a specific reason your kissin’ up to the chef?” Leah jeered, watching as Abby went through the entirety of the area that you suggested for her to check out. The reason behind it? Wild, natural herbs grew in that area, and you promised her something amazing if she brought back something that you didn’t have.

The satchel slung around her chest was yours, and you gave it to her right before she left this morning, making a list of wild herbs that grew in that area for her to look out for. While she had no idea what was what, she was more than willing to attempt to find something for you.

“I am not kissing up to her,” Abby said, crouching down and running her hands through the wildflowers at her feet. “I’m simply helping her out—”

“You don’t help out anybody without checking with Isaac,” Leah was watching the perimeter for infected, or worse, Scars, but so far it had been a quiet afternoon. “You really think she cleared this with him?”

“C’mon Leah,” Abby checked the list one more time and picked up a sprig of plant with purple flowers on top, holding it up to her nose and inhaling the scent. It reminded her of a pine tree, and it certainly looked like an herb. She plucked a good handful and slipped it inside of the bag. “I do you favors all the time.”

“That’s different,” Leah crouched down next to Abby, picking up one of the plants next to Abby’s boot and smelling the plant before tossing it away. “I ask for shit like extra ammo, spotting in the gym, stuff that’s useful. Look at you— You’re literally in the dirt, picking up random plants for a girl you don’t even know.”

Abby paused in what she was doing and looked up at Leah, ready to argue with her… But the more she considered it, the more she realized that Leah was right. Who even were you? Abby hadn’t known you for more than a few weeks… Just because you made her food special and gave her extra everything… and that one time you stopped by her room in the middle of the night with homemade whiskey… Abby felt her heart skip a few beats. What the hell was going on with her?

When she returned to the stadium with the bag on her shoulder, you were waiting inside of the garage with a container in your hands. Abby tried to be stoic about everything, but she couldn’t help herself and smiled when she saw you run up to the car.

“Alright, let’s see what you got,” You took the bag from her hands and looked inside, pulling out one of the sprigs of the plant she found, and you immediately breathed in the scent. “Mmmmm… Rosemary, fantastic on pork.”

So, she did find something valuable! Abby felt her cheeks heat up as she looked away from you as you rooted around inside of the bag a little more and you looked ecstatic with the contents. Leah was giving her looks and she did her very best to ignore it, but when you placed the container in her hands, the blonde’s cheeks got even pinker as she cracked the lid and saw brownies inside of the container.

“You’re kidding,” Abby inhaled the scent of chocolate and felt like she was floating for a second. “This… This is—”

“Yeah, I’m good, I know,” You smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder before you immediately retracted it, realizing that invading her personal space was probably a bad idea. Of course… the feel of her massive muscles on your palm made your entire hand tingle.

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In the weeks that followed, it felt like Abby saw you everywhere. Whenever she was at the stadium, you were right there. Behind the kitchen counter with her special food, at the dog pens, brushing out Bear in the yard, even by the gardens, harvesting fresh ingredients for whatever she was planning for dinner that evening.

All of her companions noticed. Abby was acting weird with you… Going out of her way to say hi, to ask about your day, to make small talk… Abby Anderson was making small talk with you. And everybody was teasing her about it.

“I’m tellin’ ya,” Jordan sat down at the table in the mess hall, looking at the cards in his hand as Abby was sitting across from him, her own cards in her hand and a cup of the whiskey you had given her, the bottle sitting to her left next to Manny. “You’re sweet on her.”

Abby seemed less than phased at his words and took another sip of the amber liquid, rolling her eyes. “It’s a mutual beneficial relationship, asshole. I do her favors, and she gives me the best kind of stuff that this place has.”

“Really?” Jordan traded in one of his cards. “You tellin’ me that miss rule breaker in there, is giving you brownies, whiskey, and special breakfasts out of… the goodness of her heart?”

Abby snorted, running a hand down her face as she sat up off the chair and looked into the kitchen where you were working behind the line. Abby had the next few days off, and she was spending an odd amount of time in there. At first you thought you had upset her, but when you saw how she was watching you do everything and just exist, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling flattered and did your best not to show off.

The blonde caught your attention just by looking at you and when she saw your cheeks turn red, she chuckled to herself at how cute you looked when you blushed. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she seemed more inclined to give you that look… That flirty fucking look that almost no one has seen from her. This crass, hardened WLF soldier that looked like she was made out of solid stone, looking at you like she wanted to eat you alive. She really was a wolf.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Manny muttered, laying his cards down. Jordan groaned and dropped the cards in his hands, flopping back against the chair and slamming himself in the face. Abby chugged the last of the whiskey in the glass and sat up straighter.

“See what?”

“You, going soft on someone,” Manny said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Abby looked genuinely offended. “I-I am not—”

Manny snorted. “Abs, she asks you to do anything, you fold like a fucking lawn chair… That girl has made you her pequeña puta.”

The blonde made a face of disgust. After hanging around with him for so long, she could understand almost all the Spanish he spoke, and even attempted to speak it herself. But then again, she didn’t need to understand that much of Spanish to know that what he said was an insult.

“You believe this shit?” Abby looked at Jordan who just shrugged and looked over his shoulder, seeing you exiting the kitchen and tossing on your old hoodie to keep warm when walking through the semi-cold stadium. Abby gripped the table, watching your ass as you walked away and felt like she was choking on her own breath… There’s no way. There’s literally no way that she was—

Abby tossed her cards on the table, and Manny gaped at the full house in her grasp. Of course, that seemed to be the last thing on her mind. She stood from the table, took a gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle, and gave the two of them dirty looks. “I’ll show you a little bitch.”

She followed you all the way back to your room, seeing that you had one all to yourself. You twisted the handle to your door and pushed it open, almost falling over when you heard Abby’s voice down the hallway. “Hey! Wait up!”

You felt your face heat up immediately and looked to meet her eyes, feeling your blood warming up and your stomach feel fluttery and twisty. Fuck, the things this woman did to you… “Hey Abby, what’s up?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me,” Abby snapped, making you flinch away. She never talked to you like this… Did you do something wrong? “What kind of shit are you trying to pull?”

“Uhm…” You began backing into your room, and Abby stepped forward without even asking to come inside. You nearly tripped on the clothes lying around the floor and realized under other circumstances, this would have been extremely embarrassing. “I’m not sure what you—"

“I’m not some dog you get to order around, you know,” Abby paced in front of you, like a wild animal in a cage. And for the first time, you understood why everyone said not to get on her bad side… Abby angry was one thing, but angry at you? It was terrifying. “You think I don’t have other things to worry about? Think that I don’t know you are going behind Isaac’s back with all this shit?”

“Abby, please, you have to calm down,” You begged, stepping backwards and feeling the back of your shins hit the bedframe. A small sound of distress left your throat as you put both your hands up and placed them on her shoulders as she got closer to you. She got so close that you could smell the whiskey on her breath, and it made your heart race. “You… You clearly had too much to drink and you’re saying things that you don’t mean.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean,” Abby said, her tone making you dizzy. The closer she got, the more that you could feel her body heat and it just made you want her even worse. The soft pout of her bottom lip, those cold and dark eyes, those strong hands and rippling muscle… Abby was a walking wet dream.

“Know what I think?” You almost answered before she continued to talk. It was incredible how well she held her liquor; her words weren’t slurred, and she wasn’t wobbly. Her eyes, however, were dilated and slightly bloodshot, and she seemed more confident in her movements and words. Almost like the whiskey gave her that extra shove she needed to be assertive with you. “I think you like telling me what to do.”

Well, how could you argue with that? Did it feel gratifying to have Abby Anderson of all people not only do what you ask, but also treat you with more respect than you feel that you deserved? Absolutely. Did you sometimes feel like you were taking advantage of the fact that she could leave the stadium, and you couldn’t? Of course. At the end of the day, did you feel guilty? 100%. But did it still feel good to have her being so nice to you?

“Yes,” You stuttered out, unknowingly confirming Abby’s suspicions. And surprisingly, she was far less angry than she expected to be. In fact, there was a part of her that was flattered… You weren’t intimidated by her. It’s rare to see that from someone other than her close personal friends.

“Oh, you like that. You like telling me what to do? Like I’m some pet for you to order around?”

“I-It’s not like that! I just… I…” But wasn’t it like that? There was a sick part of you that loved seeing Abby take your orders… But you wanted her to bite back. You wanted this woman to give as good as she takes. You wanted to see Abby go full wolf mode just for you.

Your hands twitched as you reached up slowly and pressed both palms against her broad shoulders. Abby watched with intensity, her eyes trailing on your skin before settling on your lips. What you weren’t expecting however, was for her hand to slide up the length of your arm and rest on the back of your neck.

“I’m no one’s pet… But you,” She leaned down, grabbing your attention without delay. She was like a magnet, and you were nothing but scrap metal. “You’d look pretty fucking wonderful as mine.”

A soft gasp left your throat as you felt her lips meet yours in a heated display of dominance. Her fingers curled into the loose strands of hair on your neck, and she gave a soft little tug, making you whimper on her mouth as she ran her tongue over your skin. The sensation of Abby Anderson kissing you was… indescribable.

It took all of your willpower to stay put and not take over, but it seemed like Abby wasn’t giving you any chance in the matter. Of course, she had given you windows to push her away and force her down off of you, but you didn’t dare take those opportunities. From the day you met her, standing there at the jeep with your stupid bucket and her towering over you like she was a mighty oak tree, you were imagining what it would feel like for her to bend you over and fuck you stupid.

Were you about to get your wish?

“Fuck, come here,” Abby leaned back and grabbed at the hoodie, curling her fingers under the fabric of that and your shirt in order to pull them both off at once. It seemed like a switch flipped inside of Abby once she saw you in your bra and she was shoving you down onto the mattress of your bed in seconds, pressing kisses and licking all across the exposed skin of your chest. “So fucking beautiful…”

“Aaahhh… A-Abby,” You whined, both hands sliding up to grab at her braid and gently tugging on the blonde hair, making her hiss through gritted teeth as she looked down at you and slowly began wrapping a hand around your throat. You were halfway through saying her name, and then immediately choked on your own breath. Abby didn’t squeeze, but she wasn’t gentle about it, her nails digging into your flesh and sending chills down your spine.

“Now, be a good girl for me,” She cooed sweetly, her eyes speaking far darker than she was. “And take those off.”

You followed through in quick obedience, stripping off your torn jeans and kicking them down around your ankles where they got caught on your shoes. Abby pressed her free hand down against your belly and slid her fingers across your skin that felt far too hot for your own good, like you were sizzling from the inside out.

“Now, this is what’s gonna happen,” Abby sat up, slipping one of her thighs between yours and pressing down against your core. She could already feel your wetness growing through your panties and staining the fabric of her pants. “You are gonna sit there, like a good girl, and you are gonna let me do whatever I fucking want to you.”

Your breath hitched at her demanding words, feeling how she ground her muscled leg into your cunt and for a moment, you forgot how to speak. How could you refuse her? This was everything you ever wanted! You gave a weak nod, but that didn’t seem to satisfy her, and she grabbed your thigh with her strong hand and made you yip. “And you’re going to use your words. Understand?”

“Y-Yes!” You croaked. “Y-Yes ma’am.”

The submission in your voice had her drive almost doubling as she grabbed the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down the length of your thighs. They gathered at your ankles with the rest of the fabric before she yanked off your shoes and took care of the rest. In the midst of her wrestling with your jeans, you had stripped off your bra in mere seconds and once Abby got sight of you fully naked in front of her, there was no turning back.

Abby’s fingers trailed up the side of your legs, slipping between your thighs and spreading them wide open like a book cover. Your glistening folds and trembling limbs were borderline hypnotic as she leaned forward and inhaled your scent like she’s done so many times with the herbs she’s given you.

How did this fucking happen? Like how did this actually happen to you? Not an hour ago you were finishing up a fresh batch of sea salt and now you were watching Abby kiss your inner thighs and lick your skin like it was her goddamn birthright.

“Abby,” You whined, reaching down and sliding a hand across her tight braided hair. It seemed that she got your message and very slowly, she reached up and began to undo the braid holding back her blonde locks. Within seconds, you were threading your fingers in that long hair and holding on for dear life. Abby took her sweet time and kissed all across your inner thighs, those godly muscles looking wonderful from the glow cast by the stadium lights outside your window. Nails raked across her scalp, and she gave a soft hiss from the sting, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, relax babygirl…” Abby chuckled, seeing how you were shaking, and the miniscule touches sent you whimpering like you were made of fragile glass. Her words and sweet little pet names were not fucking helping either. “Relax… just relax…”

Her voice seemed further away, but her palms rested hard on your inner thighs. You were about to ask what she was planning when your entire world just got fucking WRECKED!

The sensation of Abby’s mouth against your cunt had the most aggressive moan ripping from your throat, almost like you were just punched in the chest. Abby huffed and felt how you squirmed, wrapping her arms around your hips and grabbing at her wrist, almost like she was placing your body in a headlock just to get you to stay still.

The blonde was relentless, her mouth sliding across every single inch of your slick petals and prodding the tip of her tongue at your entrance for a few seconds. You tried to behave, but when you felt the thick flatness of her tongue press down on your clit, you were yanking at those strands of hair once again. Only this time, Abby responded with a groan but did not leave your body for a second.

She lapped at the bud of nerves, looking up to try and catch your eyes but far more content with seeing how you writhed around in pleasure on the bed and doing her damndest to make this something you wouldn’t forget.

Abby’s tongue felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Were you a virgin? By no means. But your partners could not even begin to hold a candle to Abby. It seemed like she knew exactly what you wanted before it was even voiced. The tip of her tongue swirled in circles around your clit before she pulled back and wrapped both of her lips around it, suckling and gently nipping at the sensitive nerve bundle. Your back arched off the mattress and you grabbed at anything possible, curling both fists into the bedsheets and trying to keep your voice down.

So wrapped up in the sensation of her little slurps on your pussy, you started to cry when you felt the press of her fingers against your entrance and slowly teased the opening, waiting for you to speak that it was something you wanted, or tell her to stop. She looked up, her eyes heavy and your own desperate as you grab the back of her head and pulled her hair up into a ponytail in your hands. You nodded.

Abby doubled down, pushing two of her fingers inside your wet cavern and sending you to the sky with euphoria. The words that spilled from your mouth felt so vulgar, almost like this voice wasn’t yours any longer.

“Oh God, Abby!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes. “A-Abby! P-Please don’t stop! Feels so good! S-so good!” No doubt that your dorm neighbors heard you. Abby didn’t seem to give a shit as she used her free hand to reach for your thigh and give a hard squeeze. A high-pitched yip left your throat and she hummed with approval. It sent vibrations from her lips right to your cunt and you saw stars.

While she did have those fingers inside you, they hardly moved. She was lazily pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace, almost like it was an afterthought for her as she lapped up all your wetness and focused all her attention to your clit. She wanted you to cum, but not from the penetration. No, she wanted you to cum from stimulation, and with how she was moving her mouth, it was a miracle you lasted this long!

“Abby! A-Abby I- ohmygod!” Your voice strangled on itself as you reached down, grabbing her blonde hair with both hands and tugging as you felt that coil tighten around you from the inside. She licked and sucked hard, hanging on your every word and when she felt how your legs began to tremble, she stayed put and didn’t slow down. She knew that was where you wanted her to stay and stay she did. Her fingers began to pick up in speed and gently curled upward to press against that soft spot inside your cunt. You couldn’t hold it any longer and came with a strangled gasp, followed by the most pathetic sound of agony you had released in your entire life.

Abby had to hold you down, not slowing her pace as you squirmed and wiggled on the mattress, trying to escape her mouth but not seeing her release you any time soon.

“A-Abby! Abby, fuck, fuck! T-Too much! It…” You trailed off with a strangled sob as she pulled her mouth back away from you, licking her lips and looking at the mess she had just created. Her saliva dripped from your cunt and down onto the mattress, her face from the nose down completely soaked in your liquids and her eyes blown wide with amazement at seeing her fingers so deep inside your pussy. She was fueled with this new kind of hunger and crawled up the length of your body.

Abby dropped down on top of you, placing one arm above your head and keeping her fingers buried deep inside you. Very slowly, while looking into your eyes, she removed them, and then once they were fully pulled free, she slammed her entire hand back down, shoving her digits so deep inside of you that her knuckles pushed against your opening. The scream that reverberated off the walls was borderline pornographic.

“That’s it,” She breathed on your face, repeating the motion again, and again, and again, making you scream with every movement of her hand. “Just like that, babygirl… look so fucking pretty screaming for me.”

You had never felt more like a sheep in your life. This wolf towering over you, destroying you after she just finished feasting upon you, like you were her… her property! The faintest thought of feeling her carve her name into your skin with a knife reared its head and you couldn’t keep yourself from squeezing around her fingers.

“Oh? What was that?” Abby chuckled darkly, twisting her fingers a bit and deciding you had been worked enough for her to add a third inside of you. You slammed your head back on the bed and screamed once again, completely at her mercy. “Come on… tell me what you want.”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Abby,” You groaned. “A-Abby, I need you…”

“Hmhm, you have me babygirl,” She cooed sweetly, like she wasn’t in the process of fucking you stupid. She leaned down and pressed her lips against the shell of your ear, her breath hot and ragged like this alone was enough to make her cum. “Told you, use your words.”

You attempted to speak, but feeling her three fingers twist inside you and press to that sweet spot you could never truly reach on your own… Feeling this woman practically map you from the inside out— how would you be able to form a single thought, let alone a fucking sentence?

“N…Need more,” You croaked out, looking down and watching the muscles in her forearm flex as she listened to your voice, nuzzling along the column of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just under your ear. “Please… Abby, please, d..don’t… Don’t stop…”

The blonde responded with all of the ferocity in the world, using her own leg to spread yours even wider and grabbing your hair with her immense strength. In seconds, her deep but slow thrusts went from viciously fast, slamming her fingers into your pussy at a speed you didn’t know a human being was capable of. The sounds of your wetness echoed off the walls and inside your room, your face turning red from either embarrassment, or from euphoria, it was hard to tell at this rate.

“That’s a good girl,” Abby praised, making you sob again. “Take me so well, look at that… look at that fuckin’ greedy pussy of yours.”

Her voice had always done something to you… That slight growl in her tone, the way she just oozed dominance with every word uttered, and how it was so deep and dark like a blanket of warmth across your skin. It was sending shockwaves of pleasure down the back of your skull, and you had no idea how you would be able to hold on for more than a few more seconds.

Abby sensed it. She knew you were about to cum once again and she grabbed your hair, yanking you back hard enough to make you whine and look up to meet her hard gaze. The whole time, she didn’t stop moving, her hands still a blur of motion.

“Listen to me,” She growled, and then she spoke your name… It felt slightly terrifying, but sooooo wonderful. “Look at me… wanna watch you fucking cum on my fingers, babygirl.”

Your thighs squeezed together, and Abby yanked them back apart. You closed your eyes for a second and Abby grabbed your hair with more ferocity. You attempted to stay quiet, and Abby doubled her efforts, making it damn near impossible. She wasn’t letting up, and she wouldn’t be happy until you were a fucked-out mess on the mattress.

“Who’s the pet now?” Abby teased, leaning down slowly and licking a stripe up your neck. That familiar pleasure began curling inside of you and you could feel the crescendo just peaking over the horizon. White filled your vision and with one final action, you were gone over the edge.

Abby bit you… Her teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck just above your shoulder and she sucked, hard. Her teeth left indents in your skin as she slurped against your flesh, fucking you without any remorse through your orgasm. The screams that reverberated off the walls could be confused with a murder as you chanted her name like a prayer. “Abby, Abby, ABBY!”

The blonde growled against your flesh and only began to slow her movements when she felt you convulse slightly with sensitivity. Abby slowly removed her fingers from your cunt and looked down into your eyes as she slipped them into her mouth, sucking off all the liquids you left behind. That could have made you cum a third time.

“Fuck, babygirl…” Abby panted, looking down and gently caressing your legs, watching with amusement as they trembled, and you tried to catch your breath. She admired the massive hickey left behind on your neck and pressed a little kiss to your cheek. “You did so good… So good for me, little pet.”

“A…Abby…” You whined. She looked at you, smiling to herself with how impressed she felt. “W... Was this just y-you showing off y-your dominance to me?”

Her cheeks went pink, like you finally caught her, and she couldn’t stop the chuckle that rumbled from her throat. “It… It definitely started that way… but that’s not why I fucked you, babygirl.”

The words made you blush even more, turning on your side and wrapping your arms around her waist to try and hide your embarrassment, which was unjustified at this point. Abby Anderson had just finger-blasted you into paralysis. The time for being embarrassed has fucking passed.

“Why?”

Abby smirked. “’Cause I like you, dipshit.”

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