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[iaurelhell]

-Abby Anderson!Construction worker x female!reader

-synopsis: Abby is a construction worker your dad hired. you start fawning over her, coming to soon realize she’s not what you expected, a mutual hatred grows but so does the sexual tension.

-warning: wlw sex, oral sex & fingering (r!reciving), somewhat implied age gap.

-word count: 2.5k-

Credit to: @solar-18 (co written)

Suddenly you wake up confused and agitated to the noises of construction coming from your backyard. You slowly try to pull yourself out of bed and walk over to the kitchen to find your dad making breakfast

“What the hell is going on?” You ask “remember I told you last week but you must’ve been half asleep, we’re getting our new pool installed for the next couple months”he says in an annoyed tone, not bothering to look up from the stove.

“MONTHS?,so that noise is our new normal now?”

“I guess so” he dismisses. You grab a pancake with your hand and take a bite as you groggily walk over to the patio door and open it slowly, you walk over to the edge of the patio and look down to see 4-5 construction workers,but one stood out.

A few middle aged men, greasy and complaining about the heat, and then there’s her. A tall woman who carries herself with such ease and confidence, like she knows she’s hot. You get captivated by her, it’s easy for her to trapped in your gaze, the way her hands are so rugged but gentle in the way you crave for them, the way her braid drapes down her back in her sweat soaked tank top, so wet that it sticks to her revealing her toned muscles. Almost as wet as you.

You're leaning against the patio railing biting your lip when she looks at you, snapping out of your trance, immediately turning your face a hot red out of embarrassment. Maybe she didn’t notice… but maybe she did. Then you realize your hair is disastrous and you're in your XXL pizza sauce stained Pajama shirt, and that you're not wearing any pants, stuffin’ a pancake in your mouth.

You race back to your room mortified and heavily embarrassed. You brush and curl your hair all fancy and try your best to look like you got more than 4 hours of sleep. You put on your nicest outfit so maybe she’ll forget about how atrocious you looked 10 minutes ago, you think to yourself and wonder how you could possibly impress this toned, blonde, 6 foot 2, gorgeous woman.

You take a deep breath before walking out of your bedroom, you walk towards your father nonchalantly, “What’s up hun? You look nice, what’s the occasion?” Your father says looking up at you then looking right back down at whatever he thought was so important on his phone. You lean against the corner of the couch trying desperately to hide the smirk that is creeping up your lips.

“uh.. I’m goin’ out later. So,, do you know the name of that construction worker out there? Y’know, the one with the braid?”

“Why do you ask?” He says, thinking you're being suspicious.

“No reason, just curious” you almost mumble,

“I can’t remember.. maybe you could go ask yourself” he says as he half-moon smiles at you, his attention barely in the conversation.

“You should make something for the workers, they’ve been out there since sunrise” he sighs, acting like he’s not paying them triple what he should.

You think to yourself that it could be the perfect opportunity to talk to her.

You don’t know what to make, you're racking your brain trying to think of something, then it comes to you, it’s perfect, you think she’ll love it… god you hope she will.

The smell of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies fills the air as you hear the oven timer go off. You carefully slip them one at a time onto one of your grandmother's old floral plates, you shake your head slightly with a huff as you slide the patio door open, the heat hitting you instantly.

You sat them down on a table on the patio and announce to them all you made them some cookies, then she starts to walk up to you. Your heart racing, you are wishing with every bone in your body that she’ll like them, but then you realize, she’s not walking towards the cookies, she’s walking towards you.

You feel sickly, your heart is beating out of your chest more than it ever has in your life. You finally bring yourself to try and speak to her, trying your hardest to focus on your words so you don’t stutter. She comes closer, her face less then a foot away, she looks even better up close, before you can think of what to say she says

“I’m good.”

She looks at the cookies and makes a disgusted face and then looks back at you,

“Some water would’ve been nice though.”

She says in a snarky tone. You stand there for a few moments completely dumbfounded at the audacity of this woman.

You go to mumble out a response but she’s already walked away, completely unbothered. It makes your anger bubble up, you want to yell who the hell she thinks she is, but you don’t.

You go and get her water.

What a joke.

As you're coming back out with a pitcher of water and a stack of cups you look over to see these four gluttonous men walking away from the table.

You look over at the cookies to realize that they devoured all 30 cookies in the time it took you to get you a pitcher of water and some cups, you look over at the woman, she looks at your pitcher of water before looking back at you,

“Couldn’t even bother to get ice?” She scoffs before turning back to her work, not even bothering to take a glass of water you so graciously got just for her.

You feel almost defeated, turning back inside and slamming the glass door behind you. You head straight to your room agitated and pick up your book, you try to read but your thoughts are too filled with that woman. You’ve never gone from such love to such hate in that short of time.

While your sitting on your bed trying to read you hear a knock on your door, you stand up and shuffle to your door as you wipe the sleep from your eyes, they widen as you look up to a woman towering over you.

You roll your eyes slightly as she leans against your door frame. She looks down at you and with her deep groggily voice she huffs

“You gonna let me in or not?”

“Why would i let you in?” You say in a stand-offish voice

“Your dad wants me to take a look at your shower, he says it’s leaky.”

“Fine” you say, accepting defeat since your showers been broken too long for your liking.

You let her in as she scans your room all around with her deep blue eyes making a face that tells you she’s critiquing your room.

“The bathrooms right there” you sigh in a tone that implies you want her gone. She nods as she grips her tool box with her large biceps and slams your bathroom door.

As you hear her in there working and grunting you can’t focus on a thing, storming out of your bedroom heading to the kitchen to find your father, at the stove cooking your favorite dinner, finally, something good about this god awful day.

“Ah, hon. That girl you were talking about earlier,, her names Abby, and I invited her to stay for dinner.”

Abby. The name loops in your head.

Why did he have to invite her. Maybe this is all an elaborate prank their trying to pull on you. Can she really be that bad? Sure, she’s a complete self-obsessed, ungrateful little bitch but if she was able to befriend your father in just a short few hours maybe she’s not all bad..? Right?.

You find it exhausting trying to find reasons to like her, but who wouldn’t? She’s hot.

You, still dressed all nice when dinner rolled around cause you thought since you got all dressed up for nothing maybe you’d go out later and try to forget all about her beautiful freckled face, even though she’s an ass it doesn’t change the attraction you feel towards her.

You help your dad finish dinner and set the table, then she walks in.

Abby.

All the reasons you were just moments ago trying to convince yourself of slipped away in an instant as you see her smug face.

Then, just for a split second you catch her taking a glance at you, but not your face, then she looks back up at your eyes.

You're in such shock you think you must be seeing things, but then again your top is very low cut, you give her a sly grin and walk away with more confidence than ever before.

You pull out your chair and set a napkin on your lap, your head perking up as you hear the screech of a chair, it’s Abby. She has had the bright idea to sit next across from you. ‘Is this a joke? What’s this woman’s aim?’ You think to yourself.

Most of the dinner was just you and Abby glaring at each other and your father rambling about god knows what. You could cut the tension with a knife, but your dad keeps trying to keep things light but he’s slowly starting to realize the mutual discomfort.

His phone rings and he excuses himself from the table, after a few moments he comes over to the table. “there’s been an emergency at the office, I’ll be home soon hun.” He says lightly with a kiss on the forehead, grabbing his jacket and slamming the door.

You continue to make intense eye contact with Abby, the silence is deafening. You take a glance outside to see the work they have managed to do on the pool, you look back at Abby to find her staring at your chest, again, but this time not so subtle.

“Eyes are up here.” You mock,

Abby’s eyes dart back down to her food, she picks at it as her face grows red, she mutters something under her breath but too quiet to hear.

“What’s that?” You assert. Abby looks you straight in the eyes and scoffs,

“I know you wore that shirt just for me” she sneers,

“The world doesn’t revolve around you” you argue. Abby snaps back,

“don't think I didn’t see you drooling over me this morning, and then suddenly you came back all dressed up with freshly baked cookies, coincidence?.. I think not.”

Your fuming. You don’t know what to say or do but you figure the best thing you can do is play it cool,

“Whatever you say Abby” you allude, you try and change the subject by saying,

“It’s getting late, you clean up while I get a shower?” “Sure sweetie” she says mocking you.

‘God that woman stresses me out’

you think to yourself as you undress for the shower, you get in to realize it’s still broken. ‘As if this day couldn’t get any fucking worse’ you sigh to yourself, marching back out to her in a short towel you’ve had since you were 12

“Now your really just trying to tempt me, love.” She nagged, seductively, “ha ha. Very funny,, the shower you supposedly fixed, it’s still broken.” You exhale, visibly upset.

“Here, I’ll come take a look at it.” Abby says with a dramatic sigh.

You stand In the bathroom door frame watching her touch the shower head gently but firm, with her slightly vainly muscular hands, wishing you were the one she’s touching,

“I need an extra hand, can you get over here??” She huffs, you scramble over to her and hold the shower head up while she works on stuff above you, her face only inches away from yours. You start hopelessly turning red, turning your head in the opposite direction to prevent her from noticing but her massive toned arms are even closer to your face ‘god I want her.’

You think to yourself, aimlessly racking your brain as to why you feel this way.

Your getting hot and jittery as you notice your towel begging to slip, as you only have one free hand. Abby looks at you dead in the eyes, so close to your face you can feel her hot breath as she groans,

“if you want me to fuck you so bad, your gonna have to make a move,,”

And in a split second you drop the shower head, along with your towel and grab her face, your lips crashing together feverishly as your tongues meet in a heat, steam filling the room and heat rising from the shower.

Abby unzips her pants in a haze and slides them off as you rip off her top in a panic, feeling her back muscles as you do.

Once it’s off your hand explores her abs as she devours your face, lips part for a moment gasping for air, taking a moment to admire her body.

Your body’s are pressed together in a foggy blur.

“I wanna feel you Abby” you groan into her hair as she bites at your neck, craving her even more.

“Yes ma’am.” She replies slowly running her fingers up your thighs until their buried deep inside your soaked cunt, you gasp and grab her shoulder.

“Is that good you fucking slut?” She mutters into your ear, clearly enjoying herself.

“Yes Abby'' you gasp as she curls her fingers fast and hard, letting out a loud cry. You can hear Abby whimper as you moan her name. You can feel her everywhere inside you, burrowing Into the deepest parts of your body.

Your nails latch onto her broad arms as hard as you can but she’s not even fazed, so focused on you and how good you feel on her fingers, she holds your legs up as they start to buckle before lifting you up and taking you to your bed.

She throws you down and is immediately on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

With every kiss you get needier.

“Abby, please” you plead.

“Please what? Use your words.”

You fucking hate this woman. Why must she make everything so difficult.

“Abby I want you to eat me.” You say blatantly, a smile rising to Abby’s face, she moves down your body maintaining eye contact, and just before she reaches your aching cunt she stops.

“Just because I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget everyone’s name but mine doesn’t mean I like you.” Music to your ears. You couldn’t give two shits if she liked you, as long as you get an orgasam from a pretty lady out of it. Before you could reply, her tongue is already attached to your clit, your hips buck into her mouth as her braid finds it’s way into your grasp.

She takes your thigh in her large hand and starts flicking your bud with her thick fingers, you can feel your head becoming foggier and foggier as your orgasam creeps up.

“Abs… I’m ‘gunna” you slur as she fucks your hole with her tongue

“Show, don’t tell” Abby hums, and you do as she says. You let out a deep sigh as you feel your release, Abby eating all that your worth,

“hm, you like that doll?” Abby says wiping her mouth as she looks up at you, still trying to catch your breath from the excitements that occurred just moments ago, “I’ll take your lack of a response as pretty fucking good.” Abby teases, acting full of herself. But this time you don’t mind.