#abby x reader blurb

[deblklesb]

no cus I'm just imagining abby taking care of you in your exam's season (obviously bc I'm so tired and needy and i wanted her to be taking care of me)(MDNI)

all the attitude with calling you sinful, dirty names, when you're not in a sexual situation, doesn't exist usually. but when you're extra tired and bothered and need care, she's more attemptive into cover you with pet names and praises. more careful and soft, caressing you more frequently, pecking your lips everytime she sees you, hugging you and cuddling. she goes around calling you babe, sweety, angel, love, hun; using all the available pet names.

we all know abby usually can't get away from you, can't get enough of you, but when one of you both are like this she's 100% more intense. if you let her, she'll carry you around, no jokes. that tall, strong woman just wants to spoil her sweet girlfriend. she'll be all over you in the kitchen, helping around, asking "want me to help you on something more, babe?" all the time. caressing your hair when you're laying next to her, casually massaging your shoulders and feet.

during sex abby will be gentle. cober you in endless praises, always saying how much of a good girl you are, how delicious you are, how much she loves you. when your hand goes south into her she moans against your neck and repeats how amazing you are. all those words warm your heart, you relax and feels like floating. she understands that need to let go, just being on her arms. when she eats you out and you come in her mouth she just licks a little bit more and then she's right next to you, holding you by the neck so cautiously and pecking your lips.

"Shh, shh... I know babe, it feels so good, right? You were so good for me, such a sweet girl", and you're breathing heavily, her hand touching your core lightly to help you ride that high out while your hips move and twitch. "There you go..."

those times make you grateful for having such a considerate girlfriend, who tries to talk you through those hard times and takes care of you in unique ways. she notices your mood and always make sure to help, knowing very well you'll do the same for her whenever she needs.

[absfawn]

scissoring with needy!abby and she’s so loud above you that you can’t help but chuckle and squeeze her hip tighter as she grinds down against your cunt with more harshness, more sloppily, grabbing random parts of your body, not that she was focused on it and soft whines slipped through the part in her rosey red and swollen lips. abby’s always needy when she wakes up, usually due to the way she wakes up with you holding onto her, and she can’t contain herself. she loves the possessive hold you have on her even in your sleep. makes her mind fuzzy and drunk on your touch. she’s greedy, wanting everything she can get from you, her head falls back and her lips part with a gasped whine when you’re grinding up into her, her hand gripping your leg tighter as she decides to grind into your cunt harder, slick sounds and soft pants fill the bedroom. “feels s’good,” abby huffs quietly, blunt nails sinking into the skin of your stomach, trying to ground herself, but fails miserably at the small grinds of your hips. “can tell, grinding against my pussy like a needy bitch.” abby couldn’t tell if you scoffed or laughed, too busy chasing her high, but her cheeks flushed and heated up at your words, not denying them in the slightest. “m’just—” “needy, yeah i know, baby. c’mon, keep going, make yourself cum on my pussy like the good girl you are.” so she doubles her efforts, holding you tighter, fucking down against you harder, pulling growl and grunt from between your lips, the slick sounds from between getting louder and louder with each thrust. your blunt nails sunk into the skin of her hips, her body trembling above you, whimpering and whining about how she needs more, wants more. “please please please” abby’s too lost in the pleasure, too lost in the feeling of your hands squeezing and groping at her tits, pinching her hard nipples between your fingertips and the way you were rocking your hips up into her, grinding against her deliciously, she’s too lost in the pleasure that she doesn’t even register the orgasm she’s been chasing for what felt like hour, rips through her body like a total wave and she cums against you with a breathless moan. you not far behind her with a guttural moan that made her clit throb against yours, abby sloppily meeting your thrusts, wanting every last drop, wanting to feel everything. “fuck, baby, slow down” you choked out, chest heaving as you slumped back against the pillows and holding her hips tightly. were you trying to help her or stop her? you weren’t sure anymore, all you know it felt so good. “need it,” was all she whined out, flyaway hairs sticking to her sweaty forehead. “just 5 minutes, you need to drink water first, and then if you haven’t fallen asleep by then, we can do it again. i promise, baby. just a breather, yeah?”

[hypnagogics]

sigh, can't stop thinking about riding abby's thigh...mmmm. smutty yap ahead!!

abby's taught muscular thigh, slotted so perfectly in between your legs provided otherworldly pleasure, supplying the most brain-meltingly delicious pressure on your swollen bud, and she didn't even have to put in any effort. when she did put in the effort, let's just say your ability to walk was affected afterwards. ♡

"that's it, doin' so good for me." her strong hands land on the side of your hips to assist you in grinding on her, she's pulling you down forcefully, yet there's still a certain gentleness about her touches. the assuredness of her actions only making you miles wetter.

the rolling of your hips stutters as the sensations in your lower abdomen build, the blissed-out whimpers falling from your lips only increasing in volume, frequency, but most of all, desperation. you find solace in the crook of abby's neck, wrapping shaky arms around her, burying your face in her and taking her soft skin in between your teeth to quiet yourself. that earns a chuckle from her, and her hand snakes up your spine—originating waves of chills to spread throughout your body—and lands at the nape of your neck, where she takes your hair in her palm and pulls. she doesn't pull hard enough to cause pain, but firmly enough to separate you from her and make you look at her, saying through amused wavers of her voice, "nuh-uh, none of that, wanna hear your pretty voice."

and she knows the edge of her tone got to you and flew straight to your pussy, because she feels you clench around nothing and gush against her exposed skin. you resume your movements, they're growing in urgency as the relief approached, evolving from smooth ruts to noisy smacks of your sopping skin against hers while you bounced. you close your eyes and let your head fall back, no longer restricting any noises and allowing them to fill her ears freely. she grins, and watches you in awe, a blush decorating her beautiful features, a sparkle in her periwinkle eyes, and her rosy lips morphing into a wide grin. she mutters more praises and moves to aid you in riding out the high that hit you like a truck, and she commits the ethereal sight of you using her body like this to her memory.

"that's it, keep fucking yourself on me some more, yeah?"

i know two posts like not even 8 hours apart is crazy business but one's high effort (yes im plugging it. read, sillies 🤭) one took three seconds and i WANT THIS OUT MY DRAFTS ALREADY LEMME LIVE I HATE WHEN SHIT MARINATES IN THERE NEED IT GONEEEE

[san8ny]

‘HITTIN MY PHONE IS SO RIGHT !

?: You can’t seem to put an end to a salacious affair between you and your boss. However, lately with the new cameras being installed around units, it’s getting increasingly risky for you two. What’ll it be, your job or Abby’s? / A.A x Fem!Reader

!: hellurrrr.. xD haven’t proof-read this ngl bc my eyes hurt/ ALSO AN OLD DRAFT I HATE..im srry :P

“Fuckin’ hell..she’s just clamping onto me..” Abby coos from where her head is thrown back on the office chair; you, on her lap, rocking your hips deliciously into her, each snap feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure surging through Abby’s veins. You’d never in a hundred years think this would be a common event that took place between you and your employer after hours, a dirty secret that was buried deep within Abby’s Law-Firm.

“S-shitttt, don’t speak like that..” You whine, digits burying themself into Abby’s Golden locks when it seems like her pace speeds up; “Can’t when this messy cunt ‘s talking to me..” Abby takes a sharp inhale of air when you rip open the first two buttons of her blazer, scattering across the room.

“Not fair..’wanna take ‘em off..” You whine, wrapping your arms tighter around your lovers neck— soft tits pressed up into Abby’s face where she sneakily kisses around your areola, taking a nipple into her warm mouth, earning a weak huff from you.

“Shh..gotta be quiet, doll..can’t risk having you heard.” She whispers against your skin, pulling you down to press a messy kiss against your lips, “that I have ‘fuckin favorites…”; You shriek when she manages to slam you even harder on the XL strap, the one that’s tied oh-so-perfectly around her hips.

The buzzing on her desk brings her away from your lips and her attention instead, is on the lit-up phone, grabbing it with ease as she maintains a rhythm with how she bounces you, caller ID reading OWEN.

“Not this timing..” She groans, shushing your mewls once again when she takes your head and slightly angles it into her neck as an attempt to muffle your noises while she takes the call; “Get to the point.”

While she talks, you sink your teeth into her nape unexpectedly, illiciting a dirty, guttural moan from Abby to the point she almost lets the phone slip out of her grasp, “Uh..you okay?” Owen asks, confused at what was happening on the other end of the phone as he peels an orange; Abby hums at this, poorly trying to reaffirm Owen with eyes clenched closed as you leave harsh hickeys on her neck, ones she’d have to indefinitely cover up all week with series of collered pantsuits.

“P-please, ‘Abs..”You pant, saliva stretching from your quivering lips to her bruised neck. Abby pathetically caves in, murmuring mantras of ‘hear you, baby’ into the humid office air, head spinning and the call long forgotten as she throws it across the desk; her obsession with you ran deep, from the very moment you stepped into the office scene, all pencil skirts and painted lips— you were something she needed around here, and maybe the only thing that kept her hauled up in this shit-hole while all her other colleagues ran themselves into bankruptcy and alcoholism.

“I’ll give it to my sweet girl, ‘always do..ah—? S-she just needs to be ‘fuckin patient..” Abby’s breath hitching when you scrape your nailbeds across her, now, unclothed back. “You’re so—o ‘fuckin nasty..begging to fuck when they’ve installed surveillance every square inch of the damn place—love my pretty g-girl..”

“G-gna cum, pleaseee.. if you keep ‘talkin to me like t—this!” You stutter out with furrowed brows, annoyance and arousal a mixture when she picks you up and slams you directly against the desk now, a stark contrast to where you two were meekly teasing eachother earlier on her swivel chair but shit, does this angle make you take her even deeper..

After some time of her relentlessly pounding into you, and tears falling from your glossy eyes, down your full cheeks— you finally crack. This doesn’t end it, no, because after 2 orgasms ripped out of you— Abby leans down and kisses your cheek softly, her lips lingering condescendingly, “one more before we go, hm? Then we’ll clock out and i’ll take us home, baby”, all while two fingers work figure 8’s on your puffy clit, soothing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Home?

You look at her up from heavy lidded eyes, sleep wanting to consume you completely but you oblige, mewling when Abby lowers herself to her knees and begins kitten-licking at your sensitive pussy; maybe you were obsessed with the blonde as much as she was with you, even if it could cost you both your jobs potentially one day.

[starrywilliams]

thinking about mean abby sjdjdjdb

“wishing you hadn’t been such a brat earlier now, hm?” she said, voice slightly hoarse. her hips were flat against yours, strap deep inside you - motionless as her hands sat tightly fixed on your waist, refusing any movement from your desperate hips. “please? fuck, i’ll do whatever you want.” you pleaded, trying to keep as still as possible hoping that may please her. “anything?” she hummed, half to herself and half to you. “anything, please-“ you mumbled breathlessly, “i just need-” your words were cut off by the quick withdrawal of her hips, leaving you empty and gasping. “am i supposed to care about what you need? been teasing me all day, playing your slutty little games - you didn’t care how i felt then, did you baby?” she cooed, a sadistic smile crawling up her cheeks as she stared down at your pathetic writhing body. you tried to argue your case, tears dripping over your waterline as you shifted helplessly against the air. “no you didn’t.” she shook her head, wearing a malice-tainted version of your desperate expression as she mocked you; a blunt laugh echoing out of her chest. “please, i’ll be good from now on.” you whined - already knowing it would be hopeless. “oh i’ll tell you if you’ve been good. do what i say and be the obedient little slut i know you can be, then i’ll decide if you’ve been good enough. yeah?” you forced down a sob, nodding at her as you tried to prepare for what you had just gotten yourself into. “don’t look too scared baby, i don’t bite - at least not hard.”

[gigi-loveless]

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❀ - nsfw

♡ - fluff

𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 ����𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑠

pervy!neighbor!ellie ❀

hate sex with ellie ❀

camgirl!ellie ❀

partying with ellie ❀

dom!ellie x dom!reader ❀

loser!roommate!ellie ❀

ellie comforting you during a panic attack ♡

𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

dildo warming ❀

ceo!abby ❀

abby x drunk reader ♡

restraint kink part 1 - part 2 ❀

doctor!breeding kink! abby ❀

clingy domestic!abby ♡

abby comforting traumatized reader ♡

𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑠

roommate!ellabs x reader ❀

𝚑𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝚑𝑎𝑛

streamer!hazel ♡

pervy!roommate!hazel ❀

nsfw headcanons - part 2 - part 3 ❀

gamer!hazel ���

gamer!hazel x gamer!reader ♡

misc. hazel headcanons - part 2 ♡

cuddling ♡

hazel x drunk reader ♡

skinny dipping ♡

first time with hazel ❀

jealousy, jealousy ❀

first ‘i love you’ ♡

loser!dom!hazel x mean!popular!reader - part 2 ❀

pierced nipples ❀

doing hazels makeup ♡

snow day with hazel ♡

first date ♡

midnight drive ♡

swiftie!hazel at the eras tour ♡

mind break ❀

stormy weather ♡

partying with hazel ❀

stoner!hazel ♡

taking her virginity ❀

pep rally ♡

[amourrs]

abby who has a little black vintage polaroid that she keeps in her nightstand drawer and only really uses when you two fuck. i mean, what can she say? it’s not her fault that you looked so picturesque when you were on your knees in front of her sucking her strap, a tiny click your only warning before your shocked eyes and teary face were captured for all eternity in print. and, like, was she supposed to just not take the close up picture of your ass covered in massage oil as she fucked you in doggy after a date-night-turned-fuck-session? she treasures her pervy little photos, much to your embarrassment, by tucking them into the clear pocket of her wallet behind a little photo of you two kissing cut from a strip that you two took in a mall photobooth. she switches them out every time she takes a new one and mostly they just stay behind the photobooth pic, a secret only you and abby are privy to… that is, until a barista at your local coffee shop decides to flirt with you with abby standing literally six fucking steps away. it’s then that the dirty blonde butts in, wallet in hand as she pretends to fuss over you. “oh, let me get it baby, put your card away- oops, how did that fall out of there!?” heat rises to your face like a tsunami as both you and the barista stare in silence at a photo of you clad in lacy white underwear, bite mark dented into the soft flesh of your ass and a hand unmistakably belonging to abby clamped around your exposed hip. abby lets it sit there a second before picking it up and happily sliding it back into place, slipping her card out as you and the barista both look anywhere but at each other as your girlfriend whistles cheerily. “so, how much do i owe you for her coffee?”

[astralnymphh]

18+ abby likes having your thighs around her head. wound like ribbon, leading on the edge of something latently more hot, it bears comfort on the cold youth of night. there, in bed, a mangle of horror sits on the screen ahead, and vintage-quality screams chainsaw into your ears. an admirer of classics; abby suggested a movie night low in the sheets, deep in the dark of your room.

it occurs without surcrease. over time, you became fond of the idea, tangling into bed no questions asked. but where you aren't sure, is if the scene ahead, or the scene itself: soft, pliable flesh, lining of your thigh pressing along her, and the strong, hale hands that knead into them as they mean to go nowhere else, made you want the situation more often. it made your muscles tense, and she assumed it was the anticipative crescendo's doing.

“hey, relax,” she soothes, silky with her hands and her voice and every reflex it takes to answer you. “we can switch to something more.. your style. that show you mentioned, maybe?” abby perks from her spot and twists at the torso, hand never fleeing from it's original position.

at this, you affirm, “no, not that.” and demand her eyes with yours that it most definitely has something to do with her worked-in hand on your thigh. the phantom weight of her head, in that sensitive gap.

then there was the weight reversed. straddiling her head like a learned girl knows well enough to entertain the ask of; there was no anticipative crescendo to this position; abby likes it this way, and so, she will take you this way.

you sat a little higher than her head, begging the rims of the headboard to keep you steady against the wrappings of her arms around your hips. they held you to a pleasurous condemnation. her tongue writhed under you, licking and lapping up the part of your folds, and spending tortuous, concentrated time on your clit. it rolls on the flat of her tongue, and brings you into several breathless ecstasies. “fuck—you're amazing, abby.” it makes you all hot down there; throbbing with heat, twitches and other overtaking things that simply made you want to fit the whole of your pussy into her mouth. ride everything out, all messy, all gruesome.

“yeah baby?” she pops off to curl, hot breath that clasps your underside. then, her tongue extends out, slapping your clit intermittently. “this your style?” and goddamn it, it most surely is your fuckin' style.

first abby blurb in a while. my charecterization with her sucks but i know people have been waiting! ellie version

[andersonfilms]

cowgirl!abby delectably being crushed by the weight of your thighs, on the bed of her truck you lay, a prize to treasure as she laps at the golden nectar slipping on her tongue. her staple hat adorning on your head, looking better than it ever has on hers, abby thought. like an angel ascended from the heavens, you glow underneath the moonlight, the open skies in the privacy of her ranch, she claims what is so rightfully hers. whether you know it or not.

“my precious sweetheart, just can’t get enough of me — need me between these thighs of yours, huh?” her heeled boot digs into the dirt, putting all her weight behind the power of her velvet tongue. “my fingers filling your cunt? my baby can’t stop clenching. need more?” with the pressure in your stomach building, the consistent rocking of her truck, the friction of her tongue against your pussy tugs at a thread she always pulls so effortlessly. a toy she often loves to play with.

further, her two fingers slip into a depth she hasn’t reached with just her fingers, actually not a depth you’ve felt before. she continues to fuck like she was born to, making you see stars. “funny, bet that golden girl, what’s her name…..ellie? the one you parade around town, the one who loves you so deeply, doesn’t hold a candle to my hand, does she? such a small little thing, ain’t she…youneed a real woman to make you feel good.”

all you see is baby blues looking up at you as if she is the last person you’ll ever see; this is the last feeling you’ll ever experience. getting fucked into oblivion on the bed of her truck, one you know you’ll find yourself succumbed to ecstasy a week, a month, maybe even a day from now.

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[ellstronaut]

abby’s such a soft nerd dude the fact that she fell asleep in a library out of roommate courtesy just so that manny could have the room, the fact she’s read city of thieves, count of mont cristo, heart of darkness and plenty of other fictional lit and quote said “all these books…focus Abby” when you clear out Martyr’s gate at the comic shop the fact that she has a hi fi in her room with what appears to be classical music CDs and her weird quirk of collecting coins

I love this giant nerd

[deblklesb]

for god's sake, i would be their housewife so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩

honestly tlou2 feed my cottagecore dream with elliedina and now i keep thinking about living in a cottage with ellie, helping her with the cores in the farm, sitting in the porch together to watch the sunset, fucking by the fireplace, listening to music and dancing in the living room, taking her to chill picnics while she talks nonstop about stuff she likes

with abby i have this major feeling (fed by some fics here around tumblr 💗) that she would definitely love to just provide to the house while you do your thing. she would be a-okay with you working too if that's your wish, but if you're willing to stay at home because what you want to do doesn't involve working, than she's all "i get enough for both of us, don't worry babe" and will be happy seeing you do your stuff around. for myself, i would be studying and reading and doing art forever, and i have this daydream that she would love to read with me in the end of a sunday, together on the couch. i would paint a lot of portraits of her and fill her with artsy gifts

[absfawn]

riding abby’s strap late at night, and she’s so smug about the entire thing. hands resting on your ass, squeezing and slapping with each thrust, enjoying the whimper and whines that tumble from between your lips. her lips curving up almost sinisterly at each beg and plead you give her.

those same hands creeping up your hips, to your tits, where she pinches your pebbled nipples between her fingertips, still utterly smug about it. “s’good?” she mumbles, voice raspy. laughing at the way you simply hummed, gripping her shoulders and fucked yourself down on her strap faster, “course it is, such a cock slut, hm?”

you don’t offer her any words, just incoherent ones and mumbles as you wrap your arms around her neck and bury your face in her hair. soft sounds echoing in her ear, her arms wrapping around your waist, fucking up into you with slow yet deep thrusts. her rough hands slowly guiding your hips every few seconds. sweet nothings tumbling from her lips and into your ear as you hold onto her even tighter, tugging and pulling lightly at her hair. “love you, abs” you breathed out, voice shaky and breathless. 

“love you, sweet girl” abby grinned, slipping one of her hands between your bodies and finding your clit, chuckling at your labored breathing and bouncing harder on her strap. “so pretty for me, yeah? wish you could see how pretty you look like this, my girl” 

“yours” you agreed softly without hesitation. lips parting against hers as she rubs slow circles on your clit, smiling at the way your body twitches in her lap, and grip her hair harder between your fingers. “abby,”

“yeah, i know, baby. just a little more, i know you can take it, sweet girl. just a little more and you can have whatever you want,” 

“promise?”

“i promise” 

[flor4de4amor]

im so in love w abby's back.

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the way her spin curves and curls. her big broad shoulders that she's worked hard to get. she always sleeps topless, opting to shed that evil sports bra, which hides her pretty chest. allowing you to press kisses to her bare freckled back. waking her up to your soft mewls against her. she grunts softly to the light hitting her face. you giggle seeing that she's now awake.

"fan club's opted to greet me this morning huh?" she turns her head looking at you with that stupid little smirk on her face. you're tempted to kiss it off, if she hadn't called you a fan.

"something or the other." you smile at her, laying your head against her lower back. the dip where here spin curves and melts into her ass.

"sleep alright baby?" she asks, her hand coming to find yours and interlacing them together.

you nod, stroking your thumb over the rough calluses of her palm. "dreamt of you," you tease cheekily.

"nothing too naughty i'd hope," she matches your playful tone. her messy braid falling over her face, though her smile is still wide and bright.

"come look in my panties and check." you threaten her with a wink, grin devouring your face.

"oh," abby heaves. "that's how it is baby?" she suppresses a grin, as she begins to maneuver herself off her front, so she can come check those pretty panties of yours.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

"just relax baby. you do this to me all the time, you can take it," you said, dragging the tip of the strap through abby's folds, her breath hitching when it brushed over her clit.

"i know. it's just- i've never..." abby trailed off, her cheeks painted in a soft blush.

a smile grew on your face as you looked down at your girlfriend. "you mean to tell me you've never been fucked before?"

she nodded shyly, her timid manner somewhat of a stark contrast to her usual personality, but you couldn't help but find it adorable.

"oh, my poor baby. don't worry, i'll go easy on you. this time."

lining up the strap with her dripping pussy, you slowly pushed in. abby whined at the feeling, the stretch from your cock being a new sensation entirely. you inched your way in, watching her reactions closely to make sure she was enjoying it as much as you were. because seeing your big, strong girlfriend fall apart underneath you? that was a sight you could never get sick of.

tags: @velvet-sugarcookie @fictionalgap @ihyperfixatetoomuch @marsworlddd

[gigi-loveless]

Okay kind of out there ask, dom reader teasing and topping Abby while Ellie is a little perv and watches from behind them. maybe it's not that out there idk, i just like bottom Abby its so fun

summary - what was supposed to be a chill night in with your roommates takes a hard turn.

warnings - 18+. FILTH. this is FILTH. lowkey dubcon if you squint REALLY hard, intro is cheesy asf so i won’t blame you if you skip it

authors note - i did not proof read this bc i needed to rub one out after writing this jesus chriST anyways requests are open again finally . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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“okay, okay,” abby chuckles as she gets the perfect idea. “so we think we know everything about each other right?”

you and ellie turn to each other, both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, and nod in agreement, as ellie passes you her neatly rolled joint, both of your eyes following your cocky roommates detailed arms.

“so,” ellie coughs, “where’s this going then abby?”

“jesus give me a second, williams!” abby shouts, that rare, adorable smile that makes you absolutely melt appearing. “let’s play hot seat.”

ellie rolls her eyes unceremoniously, and peels herself off the couch. “okay, okay!” you notice her ears burning pink underneath her auburn hair, pondering to yourself what an innocent game such as this would make her such a mess.

“okay okay, who wants to go first?” abby asks, as ellie turns away slightly, avoiding eye contact, biting back a smile. her chiseled features glowing in the moonlight through the window. “well, i suggested the game, so how bout you, sugar?” abby gestures to you. your hands start to get clammy, ellie’s odd energy throwing you for a loop.

“cool, yeah.” you agree, making your way over to abby’s chair in the corner of the room.

“okay, els, you know how this works right?” abby questions, as ellie quickly interjects.

“d’you think i’m five? gimme a break dude!” she laughs, playfully punching abby’s shoulder.

“okay, okay….” abby chuckles again as she sets a one minute timer on her phone. “and time starts….now.”

“okay coming in hot, filthiest fantasy.” ellie’s eyes widen with desire as she asks you her question.

“no doubt, wanna have someone watch as i put a girl in her place. sounds so fuckin fun.” you explain nonchalantly as the two girls watch you take the final drag of the minuscule joint between your plush lips.

abby and ellie give each other a quick look before abby blurts out “do you wanna make that come true now?”

you cough, waving the smoke out of your face, laughing. “the fuck, anderson? like….” the girls eyes widen, eyeing you in your workout shorts and tank top. “oh, you’re serious.”

“what is it angels, you wanna see this?” you creep up from the chair, confidence building with every motion. pulling off your tank top and throwing it in ellie’s face, your nipples perk up at the sensation of the cool air.

“fuck….” abby whispers breathlessly, using every fiber of strength to not palm her clit at this very second.

“c’mere abs…lemme take care of you.” you murmur sultrily, running your hand down her braid as you straddle her thigh. “wanna watch, els?” you motion to the stunned girl, her nimble fingers already down her boxers. “ah, ah, ah…..” you whisper to her, pulling her fingers out and sucking on the wetness from her digits. “you’re gonna wanna save that. just getting started.” her breath hitches, wide eyes taking in the warmth of your mouth around her fingers.

as you’re finishing up, you feel abby brushing up against your ass, and going to grope it. “don’t even think about it anderson. you do what i say, yeah?” you ask, pinning her muscular arms up above her head. the blondes expression goes soft, submitting to your energy. “stay.”

“that’s a good girl.” you whisper, before locking your lips in hers. she tastes just how you always imagined; coffee and cherries. she can’t help but buck up her hips into yours, desperate for any friction. “was that….your….plan…all along?” you ask, one hand around her throat while your pouty lips leave tender kisses on her collarbone.

“m-mhm!” she nods, ellie’s faced flushed in awe, scanning the two of you.

“yeah? i could tell from the second you suggested that game….sluts. both of you.” you chuckle, before nearly tearing her muscle tank off her toned body and connecting your gooey mouth to her petite nipples. the moan that comes out of her at this stage is guttural; you smile to yourself knowing you can make these girls fold with a simple kiss. “tell me what you want angel….” you coo, circling her ribs with your nails. without warning, she gets too impatient and starts rubbing her clothed cunt against your thigh. “well….if you can’t behave, maybe i’ll just play with ellie for a bit.” abby whines as you peel yourself off her, as ellie’s eyes darken.

“let’s see how wet you are…”

ellie quickly rips her boxers off, allowing you to spread her pale thighs. her cunt is quite literally dripping. thank fuck you have a leather couch.

“may i?” you ponder from between her thighs. she bobbles her head yes uncontrollably, only stopping to throw her head back in pleasure when you lick a thick stripe up her puffy pussy. “god, y’taste so fuckin good….” you mumble, looking back to abby for a moment. “learned your lesson yet?” your eyes taunting her, before diving face first into ellie’s pussy, no hesitation. the poor girl can barely get a moan out before-

“i know you bought that strap….saw the box.” she sighs out, relieved.

“sorry els…” you giggle, a thin web of spit connecting your drenched lips to her pussy. “i’ll get you later. gotta take care of that slut first. be good and watch, and i’ll reward you again.” she gulps in response, giving you a light kiss.

you motion for the girls to wait, and scurry off to your room to get yourself ready. soon you’re back, bottle of lube in hand, rubbing the cool gel on your 7 inch length. abby’s eyes widen, likely not realizing how big your dick really was.

“this okay?” you ask, hovering over her neatly trimmed pussy. she nods, whimpering. “words, angel….”

“y-yes!” she gasps out, desperately rutting her hips against the tip of your dick. anything, anything for a taste of that delicious friction.

“good girl….” kissing her forehead, you sink into her with ease, her eyes rolling back sinfully as you bottom out in one stroke. “look so pretty like this…s’fuckin obedient….”

her veins melt back into her freckled shoulders as her senses succumb to all of you. her moans are fucking pornographic, you almost wish you got it on video….

in which ellie already has her phone shakily pointing at the two of you, her hand back between her now bare thighs, rubbing lazy circles over her clit. all that’s left of her is her flannel, her breasts poking out from in between the the buttons. because let’s be real, she never wears a damn bra so she can whip them out easily.

“jesus abs….s’fuckin tight.” you moan out, lightly scratching at her biceps. “takin me so pretty….never thought i’d get to have you like this.” the blonde sobs out your name in reply, desperately flailing to close her legs to relieve the pressure in her stomach as you pry her open. “you better stop, or i’ll take you from behind instead.”

“promise?”

and that’s how you ended up with abby andersons back arched for you, ass up, with your cock so deep in her cunt ellie can see the silouhette of you in her abdomen.

“yeah? you wanted this, huh?” you pant, the only sounds that echo through the room are simultaneous moans from the two girls and the squelching of their juices. abby’s noise more prominent as she shrieks in pleasure while you yank her braid so far back she has to stare at ellies glazed over cunt just out of reach while you ruthlessly thrust into her.

“answer or you won’t fuckin cum.” you bellow, tightening your grip on her locks.

“yes! y-yes! need to cum…hah…hah….hah….s’bad!”

“atta girl.” you groan, spreading her pussy to watch her cream a perfect white ring all over your strap, your own high peaking, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

the three of you collapse onto the couch, all going silent for a moment to catch your breath….before bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.

“gotta do that more often, huh?” abby smirks, with the satisfaction of knowing her stupid little plan worked.

“mhm….” you agree, brushing your hands up against the two girls. “gonna put els in her place next time though…”

you shoot a glance at the lanky girl, and her eyes go hazy.

part 2….?

[amourrs]

sub!abby fucking you from behind, hands wrapping almost desperately around the flesh of your hips as she tugs your ass towards her again until it meets the hard plane of her pelvis. the sight unleashes a heady moan from her throat, heart rate thumping as you press your backside towards her again and your cunt squeezes down over the end of the double sided dildo that’s firmly inside you. “fuck, baby, not gonna last if you keep that up— oh, shit,” she whines, fingers digging tiny crescent shaped welts into the previously smooth, unmarred surface of your skin. the resultant pain makes you wince but also has the effect of bringing you back to yourself, brain clearing slightly from the pleasured haze it had drifted so quickly into. “y’like that, huh? like knowing how good you’re making me feel?” abby’s high pitched whine is all the confirmation you need to continue your teasing. “fuck, baby, so good to me. any better and you’ll probably just about manage to knock me up.” your words are only meant jokingly- taunting your girlfriend being one of your favorite pastimes- but her reaction is beyond anything you truly expected, her hips suddenly slamming into the fat of your ass as she picks up the pace, tears of pure bliss leaking from her eyes as she moans and pants above you. “fuck, you liked that? wanna get me pregnant? wanna make me a mommy?” the question breaks her- sudddenly the dirty blonde is done for, mutters of fuck yeah, wanna do it so bad, please, please, making their way out through the incoherent babbles that spill from her lips. abby’s straight up rutting against you now, all pretense of rhythm or regular motion abandoned in favour of her arousal. it’s a matter of minutes before you both cum, her before you, sweat slicking your temples and beading against the top of your lover’s lip. “didn’t know you’d like that so much,” you admit, head burrowing into the downy softness of your pillow as abby tries to regain her breath beside you, legs still trembling from her orgasm. “had you moaning and writhing and shit like a little bitch-” a fraction of a second goes by before a pillow connects firmly with your face. “shut up about it or i’m gonna cry and then i won’t cook later,” abby complains, “and i know you want my world famous pasta so don’t test me-” your lips instantly connect with hers to shut her up, teeth gently nibbling at your girlfriend’s lower lip as she whines into your mouth, pulling away to mutter about how unfair it is that you get to kiss her and win the argument. “shut up and get your ass downstairs, anderson. i’ll even chop the onion this time.”