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still a fool to want you // abby anderson [pt 2]

summary:…you didn’t learn your lesson the first time? college is still a scam but luckily abigail anderson is relentless in her pursuit of you.

**part 1 :) **

warning: college!au, angst, mentions of alcohol & drinking, very very brief mention of vomit (not in a sexual way) smut; oral (fem receiving)

word count: 5.1k

pairing: abby anderson x fem reader

a/n: i know, i know, this took me a really long time. but she’s finally done so let’s celebrate that. also this is not proofread but i will circle back to do that later (clap for me please)

abby was on a sex hiatus.

although a sex drought would be the more appropriate term. it was intense, bordering on restrictive as it drained every ounce of self-restraint from the inside out. thus, she wouldn’t allow herself to look at anyone. small and speedy glances were somewhat sufficient enough to satiate her massive appetite. she wouldn’t allow herself to talk to anyone. long and usually suggestively driven conversations ended in sex, and she refused to even entertain it. but most important of all abigail anderson wouldn’t allow herself to touch anyone.

she hadn’t felt the warmth of another woman since that night. the memory of it was fond, lingering at the forefront of her mind as she reminisced from dusk till dawn. she could still smell you, the familiar musk that emitted from your body, so subtle yet infectious. abby remembered the warmth, vehement and keen it buzzed through spreading to all parts of your body. it grew with riveting intensity brimming along the surface of your skin. distinctly she could almost recall that layer of sweat that followed suit, coating parts of you she’d only dreamed of touching.

in many ways abby found herself yearning for it over and over again. reliving each moan, cry and whimper down to the very last. she could’ve found another girl and attempted to recreate it, although the lack of intensity would be too apparent to even bring it in comparison. no, no, abigail anderson wanted you. not some half-assed one-night stand to help her cling to the memory, or a bitter ex waiting to drag it down. it was a strange feeling, abby almost couldn’t recognize herself. she’d never longed for someone this much, especially not enough to commit to abstinence. but for you? she did it without question.

however, despite her adamance, it did nothing in terms of progression. the semblance of trust you’d managed to foster that night had completely vanished. you hadn’t spoken to— let alone looked in abby’s direction in weeks. every attempt to avoid the woman was taken and it was evident by the amount of flowers piling up at your door. like clockwork, the first knock came, it was firm but soon followed by a second, more hesitant knock. abby lingered by the door for a few moments more before placing the next set of flowers at your step. eagerly you peered through the peephole silently watching as she walked back towards her room. you pushed the door open, reaching for the bright fuchsia bouquet.

it was routine. you brought the flowers to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance that filled the air around you. it mixed pleasantly with the aroma of dozens of other flowers around your room— all from abby. you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away so you fixated on them. subconsciously counting down the minutes until a new one arrived. you refused to open the door, yet you stood as close to it as possible. hoping to catch even the slightest glimpses of her. it was something that no matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t contain. the wanting— more like yearning for something you shouldn’t want. it was untamable, and the gaping rift between the two of you only worsened it.

“you ever gonna tell me what really happened between the two of you?” dina plopped down beside you, plucking the bouquet from your hands.

you shrugged, “told you everything already. we slept together, met her girlfriend— end of the story.” dina’s brows furrowed in response as her eyes drew back into narrow slits. she didn’t do anything, at least not verbally. her gaze felt intrusive, prodding at all corners of your being. she could see straight through you, and the thought alone only amplified the embarrassment.

“so that’s it?” she slipped a single flower from the bouquet, rubbing it in between her fingertips, “you don’t feel anything for her?”

“i can’t.”

“you didn’t answer the question.” the light thump of your heart began to pick up speed. rapidly slamming itself against the walls of your chest for some semblance of relief. slowly the rampant, heavy pump made it difficult to think, clouding your already frantic thoughts.

“i don’t know what i feel. i think it’s anger— or at least i want it to be. she had me right where she wanted and i fucking let her have it,” you sputtered, allowing the venom to fall from your tongue. the butterflies that once danced at the pit of your stomach hardened, becoming more frenzied with each movement. they transformed into raging bees feeding into the anger you fought to contain. it was a constant losing battle. one in which abby was left with absolute control over you, manipulating your emotions like a skilled puppeteer.

dina pushed even further, tearing an olive green petal from the stem, “so you do have feelings for her.”

“she made a fool of me,” you spat, cheeks burning with sharp fervor. the disdainful memory was practically branded into the depths of your mind. how quickly you’d allowed yourself to trust her, surrendering yourself in ways that you couldn’t have possibly dreamed of— all for abby to destroy it in one breath. just like that you could feel the same emotions of humiliation and vulnerability creeping back in, except this time it was laced with an emotion much more treacherous— revenge. slowly but surely dina was egging you on. she reached for yet another bouquet tossing it in your lap.

“i’m not denying that. but if you hate her so much, why does our room look like a depressed garden? just get rid of the flowers. better yet, destroy them,” she said calmly.

“what?”

“i’m serious, cut ‘em up and dump them at her door. she just left which gives us a nice window before she gets back—“

you shook your head, “i’m not doing that.” protectively, you clutched the old bouquet in your hands gazing at the dozens that decorated the entirety of your room. some were in vases while others were still wrapped. you’d nurtured them for weeks, and in several ways, they’d become part of you— despite the growing void in your heart. yet the white card in each served as a grim reminder, those flowers were an extension of abby. the thought alone left a bitter, rancid taste in your mouth. one that made your grip on the poor plant tighten until the viridescent stems began to cave in.

“looks like you already are,” she smirked, placing a pair of scissors in your palm, “that’ll just help even out the score.”

a balmy warmth crept along your spine upon the first twist of the doorknob. neither of you had expected it to be open, yet the fact that it was only amplified the rush of adrenaline through your body. dina led the way as you followed suit, venturing further into the room. it was weirdly reminiscent as the candles from the night remained, filling the air with the same sweet vanilla aroma.

your eyes fell on her neatly made bed as you sauntered over to it, dragging your fingers along the hem of the clean sheet. it looked as if no one had slept in it since that night. which brought you immense comfort that you couldn’t even begin to describe. it made you feel special, different almost. that somehow it wasn’t all just a fucked up game. somehow there was a sliver of truth in the way she kissed you. or in the way that she held you, prioritizing your pleasure before all else.

abigail anderson had a way of doing that. catapulting even the smallest people into the depths of oblivion— yet you weren’t sure when you’d ever come down. standing there, it all felt so tangible as if it was more than a depraved memory in your head. you could see the slight curves of her muscles against the fabric, hear the light rasp in her voice— and most certainly feel striking warmth emitting from her body. but in addition to that you could hear the grating voice of the mystery woman in the midst of it all.

girlfriend.

the world alone provided ample fuel necessary to make the first cut above abby’s bed, sending the first round of purple lilacs across the expanse. after the first any semblance of guilt you might’ve felt had completely vanished. this was your retribution— although small it was personal, cutting deep where abby would feel it the most. you didn’t want her to think about the dozens of sexscapades she’d had in her bed or the abundance of people she’d shared it with. you wanted her to think about you. regardless of whether or not it was voluntary— the entire room had to be stained with the memory of you.

by the end of it, abby’s room was scattered with bright shades of amber, fuschia, and tangerine. thousands of fragmented flower pieces littered the wooden floors and the surface of her bed. you stood back as dina threw the last of the bouquet up in the air. silently watching as the wisps of petals joined the rest at your feet. it was a sight to behold but it wasn’t enough. the fire deep inside you still burned with fury and being here only made it worse.

dina joined your side, slipping an arm around your shoulders, “how do you feel now?”

“angry,” you muttered, clutching the scissors in your hand. it was the truth, you wanted to do more— you wanted to hurt her. but a large, overwhelming part of you still ached for her. getting rid of the flowers was supposed to symbolize something— disposing of abby, you supposed. that’s what all this was for, it was to help you move on. but there was only a regression. this room? it only forced you to face the very emotions you’d been running from all along. it induced a reckoning, one in which you recognized and embraced the magnitude of abigail anderson’s control over you. hence it was much more than just sex, it was visceral— occupying every aspect of your being.

“good…i’m just gonna take this from you,” dina chuckled nervously, pulling scissors from your grip, “there’s another dozen of them back in our room. if we hurry we can fi—“

“y/n?” a loud, familiar voice rang out as the door crept open, soon accompanied by heavy footsteps against the wood. both you and dina whipped around to find abby standing at the entrance of the door. her eyes briefly took in the mess before settling on you. your body went rigid as you gazed back, seemingly caught in a trance.

dina’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of you, “shit— abby right?”

“that’s me,” her voice was rich and dulcet, filling your ears sweetly. abby’s presence was strong, and very quickly it shifted the atmosphere to something much more volatile. several weeks had passed since you’d been this close to her. yet the same painstakingly intimate warmth lingered, growing more prominent the longer you remained. you detested every waking second of it. the frantic butterflies, lining the pit of your stomach. the infectious heat that warmed your cheeks. it was nauseating— rendering you powerless to her once again. being around abby mimicked the feeling of falling, except there was no end in sight. you detested it just as much as you craved it.

“we’re just leavin—“

she stepped forward, “how are you?” genuine concern etched into her features, nearly startling you. it wasn’t true to the abby you thought you knew. that abby was brazen and held little regard for anything besides sex. she didn’t concern herself with muddled emotions, especially the kind that belonged to others. yet everything that she was displaying now was contradictory to that. and it only enraged you further.

“fuck you,” you spat storming past her. fervent heat radiated from your body as you continued down the hallway, overcome with adrenaline. streams of blood pumped vigorously through your veins, fueled by the rapid thump of your heart. disorderly thoughts brimmed at the forefront of your mind, following you all the way into your room. it was impossible to think straight with the newfound cloud looming over your head at every turn. thus you weren’t sure of much, besides the fact that a part of you was almost excited to see her again.

hours passed and there was no immediate retaliation or reaction. you didn’t know what to expect but you wanted her to be as angry as you. even for just a little while. yet abby wasn’t experiencing any feelings of rage in the slightest— in all honesty, she wasn’t exactly certain of what it was. the messy array of petals spread across the room didn’t hurt her as you’d intended. oddly enough, abby felt like she was walking on air. for weeks she’d endured the wrath of your silence and constant avoiding. oftentimes she found herself longing to be close to you again. thus it didn’t really matter if you were still angry with her, she’d take it over being iced out any day.

with a newfound sense of courage, abby mustered up enough confidence to approach your door. in a way— she was almost unrecognizable. the abby you knew was never without confidence. it oozed from her in abundance as it was a skill craved by many. yet there was no sweet-talking to be done with you. the two of you were miles past that point and it would ultimately amount to nothing— she knew this. before she could knock the door swung open, revealing you on the opposite side. with one brief glance at her, you went to shut the door when abby finally spoke.

“two seconds, just give me two seconds.”

you stepped out into the hallway, slowly closing the door as you crossed your arms over your chest. a thick— palpable wall of tension slowly stacked between you in the process. there was no protest but your expression was completely unreadable. nevertheless abby continued, subtly pushing the invisible boundary.

“i got your message with the flowers…i missed you.”

she missed you. abby missed you.

her words rang in your ears, forcing your heart to race in response. simultaneously the air was knocked from your lungs entirely as your breathing grew more labored. your body felt like a lifeless vessel, one which you couldn’t fully control. slowly you became a victim to it. rather than embracing the effect she had, you ran from it. she shouldn’t have this effect on you.

“you don’t even know me.”

“i want to,” she pleaded, “i get it, you don’t trust me right now but i’m gonna make it up to you.” the remorse was glaringly apparent in abby’s tone. her once cocky demeanor had completely vanished. in its place was an honest more vulnerable version of abby. she shifted from one foot to the other anxiously awaiting your response. you watched as she fidgeted with her fingers, blue eyes darting between yours.

“i don’t know….”

she took a step closer, “you don’t believe me?”

“you expect me to believe you?” you whispered, averting her heavy gaze, “abby i didn’t ask you to do any of it, the flowers, the compliments— you chased after me. and like an idiot, i fell for it.” anguish crept into your voice leaving your throat raw. the hall soon fell silent as abby took another step forward, instinctively sending you backward. the surface of the door was cold against the fabric of your shirt. it served as another reminder— there was no escaping this.

“i meant it— all of it. y/n, look at me.” her voice was firm and pointed. against your wishes you obeyed, craning your neck to meet her eyes. she continued pushing the boundary until there were mere inches between you. now it was impossible to look away as a fervent, profound heat stirred in the midst. you could feel it gradually taking shape, weakening your knees and any voices of protest in your head.

“stop— stop doing that,” you muttered weakly, caving into her alluring touch. her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, working their way down to your clavicle. a deep shiver crept up your spine as abby hovered there for a while refusing to give in just yet. she placed her hands on your hips, pulling away as she looked down at you.

“doing what? this?” she cooed, placing another kiss on your soft skin. a light moan fell from your lips as she tightened her grip, feeding into the mounting tension. you clutched onto her arms desperately sinking your nails into them. crimson red crescents decorated the sharp curves of her muscles in addition to her freckles. throughout it all you ushered her closer until there was no room left between you. the scene was an endless cycle that you found yourself infatuated with. from the way her smell pervaded your nostrils to the coarseness of her skin against yours. you adored every second of it.

….and like clockwork, there it was.

“i’ve always wanted you.”

her words— the promises hurdled you from euphoria, they didn’t mean anything, “you’re a fucking liar.” you nudged her away, leaning against the door for security. you didn’t know where the truth stood with abby. in fact, she’d yet to explain the blonde that so proudly announced herself as her girlfriend.

“i swear y/n, it’s the truth. since that very first day in chem? you showed up late wearing that blue dress. i can’t even really remember what the lecture was about… i just kept staring at you. you looked so beautiful and smart—“

“what about your girlfriend?”

“she’s not— she’s not my girlfriend, anymore.” abby stammered, hints of insecurity creeping into her voice.

you cocked an eyebrow, “anymore?” the word offered you the slightest bit of hope. it allowed you the possibility to imagine— even for a short while that abby could be yours. that somehow this screwed-up game of back-and-forth would actually amount to something. although there was a part of you that still doubted abby’s intentions altogether.

“i promise to explain everything tonight…there’s a party to close out the semester at one of the frats. i was hoping you would let me take you out. i really wanna make it up to you.” her eyes pierced yours, slight glimpses of silver peering through them. you hadn’t realized just how beautiful they were. gradually drawing you in as you gazed back. an overpowering wave of silence swept over the hall as you got lost in them, nearly forgetting to respond.

“….what happens if i say no?”

“then i’ll keep trying,” abby smirked, turning sharply on her heel. you stood by as she walked back to her room, silently contemplating the offer. undoubtedly the answer was yes— both you and abby knew this. yet there was a certain jubilance that lay in being chased by her. the determination in her pursuit, only made you want her more in spite of all that had occurred. however, you refused to surrender yourself as easily as you did the first time— abby needed to earn it.

frat parties were never really your thing. they were loud and obnoxious, filled with equally as loud and obnoxious people. bright lights beamed down on the drunken party-goers as a sea of people formed at the entrance. abby clasped your hand in hers as you maneuvered through it, narrowly missing a shattered beer bottle glass just a few feet away. music boomed in your ears as the two of you ventured in further. the party was more abby’s scene which was evident by the number of people that came up to greet her. it made you feel out of place. thus you took it upon yourself to explore, branching away for abby’s side.

dozens of bodies were caught in a colorful moving mass, most of them moving to the rhythm of the song. cup in hand you made your way over to them completely unsure of what to do. you began moving to beat, downing what was left of the drink before tossing the red cup aside. the bitter taste of the alcohol lingered, providing the extra kick necessary to let loose. across the room, you briefly made eye contact with a dark-haired woman. her gaze was fixated on you despite your awkward movements. after a while she sauntered over, maintaining her distance at first before approaching you.

she whispered her name although you were much too drunk to register it. spurred by the alcohol permeating your system you reached for her hands bringing them to your body. the mystery woman slipped behind you, allowing her hands to roam across the expanse of your clothes. yet despite the way it looked, you paid little attention to the person dancing with you. you felt the way she moved against you, hips driven by fervor however the same sentiments weren’t shared. this dance meant absolutely nothing to you. nevertheless being drunk provided enough space for you to at least pretend it was abby. although the apparent lack of muscle and warmth made it difficult.

as the music grew louder you felt a second pair of hands on you, replacing the dark-haired woman’s touch. this one was protective and reminiscent of abby’s. their hands were calloused and large traveling up and down your spine. you leaned into it humming as they eased you back around, there you were met with an unmistakably familiar gaze.

abby cooed, “hey, you disappeared on me….what was that about?”

“you’re not my girlfriend— i can dance with whoever i want.” you hoped to provoke some sort of reaction from her but she simply stared, eyes flickering back and forth between yours. her lips pressed into a thin line as she observed you. you leaned onto her for full support, and a glazed film veiled both of your eyes. it was clear that she was holding her liquor much better than you were. however, there seemed to be some authenticity behind the affliction in your tone.

“you trying to punish me or something?”

you rolled your eyes, “i want you to start talking.”

“i—i’ve been trying to—fuck— let’s go somewhere quieter alright?” abby could hardly make anything out. the noises from the fraternity coupled with the music from the booming speakers drowned the both of you out entirely. she laced her fingers in yours pulling you towards an empty bathroom before shutting the door. there she helped you onto a stool, taking a seat right beside you.

“her name is jamie. we dated freshman year. she dropped out towards the end but by then our relationship wasn’t doing too well. i never got a chance to properly break it off, that’s why i texted her. i didn’t know she was gonna show up right then.” veracity practically oozed from abby’s voice as she turned towards you, offering more vulnerability than either of you ever had. she brought a hand to yours gently caressing it as you gazed back. this feeling…it was unfamiliar although you weren’t afraid to embrace it. her thumb lightly traced over your fingertips as you sat in silence reeling from her words.

“so you guys aren’t together?”

“no, i broke it off the night you and i had sex. but we were pretty much over before then.”

your voice cracked slightly, “then you weren’t just playing me? you actually want to be with me?” abby rose from her seat, resituating herself so that she was right in front of her you. she slipped a finger under your chin, tilting it upward so that you had ample view of her face. her features were drawn back, and in them lay an emotional plea that beckoned you closer. it urged you near, diminishing the distance that lay between you. and at that moment, despite all of your clothes remaining you’d never felt closer to her.

“y/n that’s what all this has been for. i’ve been trying to win you over since the moment i first saw you,” she purred, crouching down until she was on her knees. abby gazed at you fiercely as if her entire world lay in tiny hints of gleam in your pupils. you refused to look away, finally welcoming the whirlwind effect that abigail anderson had over you. this was visceral, and it left you unable to muster up enough strength for even one coherent sentence.

“….you still don’t believe me?”

“no— no i believe you i just….” heat rushed to your cheeks as abby moved closer, a slight smirk tugging the corners of her lips.

“what is it?” she whispered, breath fanning the lobe of your ear. she knew what it was. she had to have known. the cocky grin slapped across her face and practically gave it away. although in her defense it sounded much more prettier coming from your mouth.

“i want you to be mine, no bullshit.”

abby smirked, “i already am sweetheart.”

“….i want you to prove it. right here.” the words fell from your tongue so sweetly, abby almost collapsed right then and there. she couldn’t even remember the last time someone had this kind of effect on her. yet she was ready at your beck and call. her hands found their way to your face, smashing them against yours. the sweet and sharp taste of alcohol swirled in your mouth as the kiss deepened, growing with white heat. abby quickly flung your clothes off leaving you in nothing but your bare underwear. her hands traveled south, gently lifting you from the stool. she continued until the surface of your skin was pressed against the cool tiled wall.

she hooked a finger around the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs, her mouth found your tits. feverishly, she sucked one nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. high pitched cries fell from your clips as she attacked your chest, exposing your pussy to the chill air. you flung your hands to her hair, sinking your fingers deep into the strands. abby continued working her way down your body, pressing every inch of hard muscle against your skin. thousands of small hairs all over your skin came alive as abby left no part of you untouched. slowly she released weeks of pent-up aggression, nipping at your neck and shoulders.

once she reached your stomach she dropped to her knees, locking her eyes with you as she made her first move. her tongue was hot against your clit, drawing slow tentative circles on the nub. she hummed as the taste of you seeped into her mouth, lining her tastebuds with your fluids. you shook violently against her, desperately trying to suppress the moans that spilled from your mouth.

“i wanna hear it all baby…don’t hide from me,” abby coed, pressing herself further into your dripping pussy. she flicked her tongue along your entrance, fueled by the sharp whines that escaped from you. wet squelching sounds pervaded the air as she suckled along your folds, inviting the warmth into her mouth. tears soon brimmed the rims of your eyelids, obscuring your vision entirely. abby quickly morphed into a blurry blob before you as you clutched her even harder.

“yes, yes, yes— fuck abby….” your cries grew more ardent, picking up speed with abby’s movements. she buried herself completely in your core, deriving the utmost pleasure as you shook against her tongue sloppily moving your hips in response. abby allowed herself to surrender to it, moving where your body ushered her to go. she could feel you…with each flick, you were closer to an earth-shattering high and she refused to stand in the way. bordering on frantic, your movements came to a screeching halt as you sank your fingers into abby’s dirty blonde hair. simultaneously dozens of shockwaves rippled through your body, sending you straight onto the floor.

as you came down from your high abby joined your side, gently caressing you. she placed soft kisses on your forehead, allowing you time before moving. tears stained your cheeks and your eyes were coated with a deep shade of red. if it wasn’t for the orgasm then the alcohol would’ve most definitely caught up to you. hence round two needed to wait for another day, yet you didn’t get the memo initially.

shakily you lifted yourself from abby’s body, reaching for her belt, “okay…now it’s your turn.”

“i don’t know if that’s a good idea, you don’t look too good—“ immediately you doubled over, clutching your hands to your mouth. your stomach began to stir, the bile slowly mounting inside you. you felt it creeping up your throat and in a matter of seconds you were bent over the toilet, heaving up whatever was left of your stomach contents. abby’s hand found its way to your back and she rubbed, while also using the other to hold back your hair. once you were done she reached for a towel, gently bringing it to your face as she tended to you for the first time since being together. during this you caught a glimpse of your disheveled appearance in the mirroring, quickly glancing away.

“i look gross,” you sighed, falling back against the wall.

abby brought the towel down on your face one last time, grinning at the pout plastered across your face, “i think you look beautiful.”

“you’re just saying that.”

“it’s kinda my job now, you know as your girlfriend and all…” her voice was cheery and it filled your stomach with those same butterflies. except for this time, there was no doubt, or looming regret to cloud every decision. it would take time to build your trust with abby yet it was something you were ready to embark on. you could already picture it, finally being able to find out who she was. without the guise that blurred the lines between a persona and the real abby. abigail anderson, who tended to girls in the bathroom and was a complete hopeless romantic.

“can we go back to your room?” you asked, slipping your clothes back onto your body.

abby slid her arms under your legs, easing you back on your feet, “yeah but it's still a mess from earlier.”

“mmh even better…” you hummed, nuzzling into her side, “lead the way?”

her eyes darted back and forth between yours before pressing one last kiss to your forehead. when you looked up a small grin tugged at the corners of her lips, “yes ma’am.”

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