#this was longer than i intended it to be sijnwnejf

[hope-drunk]

imagine riding abby’s abs oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫

brrrrr okokok

she'd be so gentle, i feel like she'd ask you to do it so quietly; almost embarrassed about it.

you've been kissing for what feels like forever, both of your lips are swollen. you're panting into each other, not wanting to pull away to take a breath. you're on top of her, your hips slightly moving against her thigh, giving you just the right amount of pressure that you need.

abby pulls away, "would you wanna, uh— could you, just..."

"what is it?" you say, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

she asks you to remove your pajamas, which you do as she discards her shirt. you stand awkwardly by the bed, now nude, twisting your fingers, waiting for her next direction. she uses her hand to beckon you over to her, giving you a soft c'mere.

you comply, moving back onto her lap. with less layers, you're a lot more sensitive, the feeling of her sweatpants on your cunt making you jump back up.

abby pulls your hips back down, but moves them onto her stomach.

"want you to get off like this, on m'stomach. can you?" she whispers. her hands are still settled on your hips, and you can feel them twitching; wanting to move you.

you nod your head, lean down to kiss her again. abby makes the first move, giving into her urges, making your hips rub against the rigidness of her abs. your head falls to her neck, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling of it. it feels so different. so good. so abby.

she kisses the side of your head, "that feel okay?"

"mhm." you say, but it mostly comes out as a whimper.

"can you look at me, please? wanna see your face, pretty."

you use the last bits of your brain to push up, looking into abby's eyes, and then down at your hips moving against her, which only turns you on more. in the dim light you can see the wetness coating her abdomen. she's still doing most of the work, but she doesn't seem to mind. you take your eyes off the erotic display and look at abby again.

her eyebrows are furrowed, you can tell she's trying to gauge your reaction to this, if you think it's weird. but your mouth is open, and your arms are shaking. she moves a hand off your waist and brings it to the back of your head, lightly forcing it into her. your foreheads press together and you can't help but melt. can't help but fall into her again.

your clit hits a particular spot and you groan, a noise deep from your chest clawing its way out.

"yeah, there you go, sweetheart. y'look so beautiful, using me like this. c'mon, you wanna cum, don't you?" your moans only get louder at her praise. "oh, i know. you've got it, champ. just a little bit more, okay?"

"can't— 'm gonna-" your moans keep interrupting your words.

"just let it come, baby. 've got you."

you focus on her words, on the way her body feels under you, her hands on your hips, slowly pulling you back and forth over her. when your orgasm washes over you, she rocks you through it. abby doesn't let your hips stop as you claw at her shoulders, at her chest. when you go limp on her afterwards, she stops moving you, rubs a hand up and down your back.

"shh, shh. good job, sweetheart. such a good girl."

she cleans you up, soft and gentle. lets you crawl back into her afterwards. she thanks you for letting her have her fun, for letting her do what she wanted with you.

you give her a soft hum, "always, abs."