xo-kyeong - Tumblr blog

xo-kyeong · 3 months

Text

hers only

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

reblogs are very much welcomed <3

———

3K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 3 months

Text

My god she is so smexy ✊🏻🤍🤍🤍

Jill Valentine in Resident Evil: Death Island (2023)

760 notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 3 months

Text

God, the lesbian in me is RAGINGGGGGGGGG

you’re going to sit there and expect me to believe ow*n knew what to did with all that? her thick thighs? her juicy ass? those adonis built biceps? her perfect little breasts he couldn’t even bother to touch when they were right in front of him? ungrateful little micro dick bitch

2K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 3 months

Text

imagine gf!abby barging into your shared bedroom clearly riled up, slamming the door shut behind her.

you get up to ask her what’s wrong but she immediately shoved you back down onto the bed and grabs your jaw, roughly making out with you. it takes you completely by surprise, but no one’s complaining.

every single time you pull away gasping, her grip on your left thigh only grows tighter and the hand she’s got tangled in your hair forces you back against her. by the time she finally lets up, you’re completely breathless, drool slipping down your chin and your mind completely hazy as she finally starts to speak.

“just let me fuck you, yeah, pretty girl?” abby asks, her hand already slipping past the waistband of your shorts and into your panties before she even finishes the question.

you nod slowly at her, letting out a shaky breath.

abby teases her fingers through your folds, collecting some of your slick before she’s pulling back out and pushing three fingers past your lips and onto your tongue. you start choking at the pressure on your tongue, having been completely unprepared for it, but she doesn’t let up when you try to push her hand away.

“suck,” she says, in a tone that would’ve made you crumple to her knees in submission if you were standing.

with teary eyes, you do as she says, trying your best to relax your throat as she slowly starts to fuck it. right when you start getting used to it, there’s a sudden yank on your hair and abby’s pulling you off her fingers. they’re completely drenched in your saliva and a clear string connects it to your lips, which abby gazes it in a look you (sadly) don’t see all too often.

she tells you to strip off your pants and panties, which you do, before laying back onto the bed on your elbows, watching the way her gaze wanders all over you. it’s another moment before she’s grabbing at your throat, forcing you to sit up as she sits on the edge of her bed.

“spread,” she says, and you do. “you better watch,”

abby doesn’t even let you adjust to it, getting right into shoving all three of her fingers into you and making you squeal in surprise, nails scratching down her arm.

“did you not fucking hear me? i said watch,”

she starts moving her fingers in and out at a pace enough to make you writhe- not too fast, not too slow, just somewhere in between. you have to fight the strong urge to not squeeze your eyes everytime the sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through you, knowing just how mean abby gets when she’s mad. when she notices that your eyes are no longer focused on where she’s entering you, she squeezes again as a reminder.

the pace is downright unbearable, enough to get you off but still making you want more. when you try begging her to go faster, all she does is tell you to shut the fuck up and take what she gives you. she continues the rhythm until she’s noticing how tightly you’re starting to squeeze around her, so greedy to take her in.

she grabs your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact.

“you’re gonna cum as many times as i want you to until you learn how to fucking keep your eyes open and watch,”

you whine, thighs squeezing tighter around her hand, completely swallowing her up, knowing full on well how many orgasms are ahead of you.

2K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 6 months

Text

surprise visit

contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: after your first encounter with abby, she’s all that’s on your mind. because of this, you decide to ditch work one day and go to her father’s contracting site to pay her a visit, only to find out that she feels the same way with you. (part 2 to quick fix)

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, office sex, oral & fingering (both receiving) squirting, thoughts of strap usage, cockblocking, reader and abby almost getting caught again, pet names instead of y/n, abby begging if you squint, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

- author’s note: no bc i was literally shocked over how quick fix blew up omg?? thank you guys so much! i had so many people request for a part 2 so here it is! i hope y’all enjoy it :)

To your luck, your dad didn’t suspect anything when he found out the TV got fixed.

You told him that you ended up calling the electrician instead. And while he did scold you on how the electricians here tend to overcharge their customers for their services, he eventually just let it slide.

Besides, it would have been better to tell him that rather than the truth. That the daughter of his work rival set foot in his house to fix the TV, only to soon put her hands on, or rather inside his precious daughter.

Movie night flew by slow for you that day, like painfully slow. Abby was all that ran through your mind that night. You pretty much spent that night sitting on the couch surrounded by your friends, in that same spot where Abby’s head was in between your legs just a few hours before. You’d keep turning your head back just to take a peek at her house across from you.

Eventually, you became so desperate for that night to be over that you decided to end things early and escorted your friends out of your house, only to soon get under your bedsheets to try to fix the ache that was forming in between your legs once again.

But you knew damn well that it could never compare to how Abby made you finish that day. She made you finish in a way that no one else could have.

Despite that, the two of you may have thought about the idea that this could have just been a one-time thing, but you were still tempted to see her. You didn’t want to go against your dad’s rules, again…but just like the last time, part of you was leaning towards doing so.

Besides, you got away with it the first time…who’s to say you might be able to do this for a second?

But you don’t see her right away. Despite how hard it may be for you, you make the effort to wait for the right time.

A week passes by since your first encounter with Abby, and that’s when you decide to go see her.

You’re on your shift at work, finishing up some customer calls before gathering your things to head out. Once you get to the door, you stop in your tracks for a brief moment. A variety of questions start to flood your mind:

Is it worth it to take the risk again? What could happen if you end up getting caught? Would Abby even want to see you again? Is she craving you the same way you’re craving her right now?

You quickly shook your thoughts out of your head and turned the doorknob, exiting the office trailer before closing the door behind you. However, you only make it down the first few steps before running into your father. He bumps into you while finishing a call, phone in one hand and some files in another.

Joel quickly hangs up the phone and peers his eyes down at the screen. “Hey kiddo, I was just lookin’ for ya so I could give you these—“ He cuts his sentence off once he looks up from his phone to see you standing in front of him, bag over your shoulder and car keys in your hand, ready to leave as if your shift was already over. He looks at you with a confused expression. “Where are ya headed? You’re not done for another few hours.”

You try your best to come up with an excuse on the spot. “Oh, I have to head out to run some errands…I uh, need to start buying ingredients for the bake sale next week.”

That was a full-on lie. You already bought everything the week before. And knowing Joel, he can typically sniff out a lie like a bloodhound. But you still hope that he’ll take the bait for it.

Your dad simply nods and puts his phone back into his pocket. “Alright sweetheart, well, whenever you can, I need ya to file these for me. No rush though.” He hands you the files before passing by you to head into the office. You let out a sigh of relief, only for that feeling to soon come to a halt when he calls out your name again.

You turn back around to face him. “Yeah?”

“Do you think you could make that—that custard cake— what’s it called again…You made it last Thanksgiving at Uncle Tommy’s, remember?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You mean my flan?”

“Yes!” Your dad exclaims. “Make as many of those as you can. Wanna be able to beat Anderson in the bake sale this time.”

You pursed your lips together and nodded. “Alright, I’ll be sure to make those then,” you reply.

Your dad gives you a thumbs up in response before pulling out his phone to take another call and stepping back into the mobile office.

Another sigh of relief escapes from you. If it weren’t for your dad being so occupied with his clients, you definitely would have been caught a lot sooner. As much as you love and care for your dad, his obsession with trying to one-up Jerry at his job seriously drives you crazy.

Crazy to the point where you decide to break his rules and get with Jerry’s daughter, perhaps?

Once you approach the parking lot, you step into your car and start it up before pulling out your phone. The first thing you end up doing before anything else is shutting off your location. Aside from Abby being off limits, your father was never really the strict type. The only reason behind having a location set up on your phone was so he’d make sure you were safe whenever you’d be working late at the company or when you were out with friends.

But that’s not the case today, since you’re simply just ‘running errands’, as you so graciously told him before leaving.

Your finger hovers over the screen before tapping on the navigation app. You then type in the directions for Anderson Contracting Company.

Those are three words you definitely didn’t expect to be putting into your GPS.

Once the route guidance was set up, you shift your car into drive before slowly pulling out of the parking lot and exiting your dad’s contracting site.

Excluding the possibility of traffic, it usually takes about 15 minutes to get to Jerry’s contracting site. That is…if you’re taking the fastest route. But due to the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, you decided to delay yourself as much as you could to get there. You avoid the highway if possible, purposefully miss every exit, and even let every single driver pass you while on the road. You’ve lost count of how often the GPS has rerouted since you were just going around in circles.

Eventually, you quit stalling and follow the correct route to Jerry’s contracting site. That feeling of deja vu instantly hits you once you see those two familiar pickup trucks in the parking lot upon arrival. It meant that there’d be another 50/50 chance of either running into Abby…or her father.

But it’s not too late though. You’re still in the car. You haven’t left yet. There’s still a chance to back out of this now and leave as if you never showed up in the first place.

But then again…you’re tempted to go in and search for her. You truly couldn’t resist being away from her for so long. A week may seem like nothing for most people, but to you, it felt like a fucking eternity. Do you really think that Abby might feel the same way?

Fuck it. You do it anyway.

Once you’ve stepped out of your car and locked it, you start making your way over to the contracting site. Your chances of backing out progressively become slimmer with every step you take.

Before you know it, you’re standing at the site, front and center. Jerry’s site looks quite similar to your dad’s—pretty spacious, filled with loads of inventory, it even had the same trailer-like mobile office that stood its ground next to the parking lot with its company logo in big, bold lettering.

But then again, all of that pretty much looked the same to you. The only task on your mind right now was to search for that man’s best employee: his daughter.

You squint your eyes to get a better look at the workers on site right now. They all looked the same to you due to the far distance—a bunch of little figures all spread out in its ample environment. However, you do see Jerry standing among those figures, to which you’re relieved. He had the same height and build as Joel, but with lighter physical features instead of your father’s dark ones. At least you knew where he was situated right now.

But Abby? She was nowhere to be seen.

It didn’t make sense to you at first. Her truck was in the parking lot, and given her prominent figure, she’d be easily identifiable out of all of the workers that were scattered around the site.

Regret starts to pass through your body right now. You felt like you’d wasted your time coming here.

That is…until you feel a strong, familiar hand grab your arm from behind.

You freeze in your tracks and slowly turn your head around. Your prayers have been answered once again.

Abby keeps her grip on your arm and turns you around, her body shielding yours so her father wouldn’t spot you from the distance. She then leans into your ear. “Stay in front of me and keep walking forward,” she says sternly.

You nod and continue to walk in her direction. The two of you approach straight to the mobile office, and you notice that the door is wide open. Looks like that solves the mystery as to why you couldn’t find her in the first place.

Abby guides you up the steps and brings you inside the trailer. She makes sure to check her surroundings before entering inside and closing the door behind her, locking it shut.

“Are you seriously out of your mind?” She asks, turning around to face you. “It’s one thing to come to my house, but to come to where I work? And with my dad here? What if he saw you?”

You shook your head at her and put your hands up to quiet her down. “I know, I know…This is literally the last place I’m supposed to be at right now, but I need to talk to you.”

She let out a sigh and shook her head as she walked over to her side of the trailer where her desk was. “About what?” She asks, turning back around again to face you.

“It’s about last week, um…” you trail off for a second, briefly averting your gaze from her and nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “When you came over to fix my outlet…”

Even though you weren’t looking at her, you could feel the smirk that was growing on her face. Abby leans back against the corner of her desk and crosses her arms. “Oh yeah? Which outlet are we talking about, exactly?”

Looking back at her now, you scoff at her and lightly shove her shoulder. “Come on, you know exactly what I mean…” You let out a sigh before continuing. “Look, I don’t know about you but…it’s been on my mind this past week. And I need you to do it again. Please.”

Abby raised an eyebrow at your statement. “Make you do what now?”

Jesus. She’s really trying to get the words out of your mouth, isn’t she?

Another sigh leaves from your lips. Your eyes divert back to the ground again. “I…I need you to make me finish like that again.” You mutter out to her. “No one has ever been able to make me feel that good…besides you.”

As hard as you were trying right now, the desperation in your voice was still so obvious to hear. You didn’t want to be desperate about it, but you couldn’t help it.

However, Abby was quite flattered to hear that, and even a little relieved. Despite her previous experiences with women, she wanted to be able to please you the most. It was just hard for her to ever do so due to both of your dads’ rules.

She looks out the window for a moment. Her dad appeared to be miles away from the two of you, still barking orders at his employees over inventory. She then walks over to the back of her desk and moves some things around to make some space before motioning you to come over. “Come here. Sit on my desk.”

You oblige, walking over to the back of her desk. You give yourself a boost and sit on top of it. Looking down, you see her hands placed down on the desk, one on each of your sides. It’s almost as if she’s slowly entrapping you with her large frame.

You look back up at her to see her looking down at your lap, watching how your thighs are pressed together right now. “I don’t regret it, you know…” she starts, looking up at you. “Coming over. I don’t regret it at all. If anything, you’ve been on my mind just as much since then.” She then leans into the left side of your face and whispers this memorable statement in your ear:

“Even my tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Fuck..” You mutter under your breath, averting your gaze back down. Her words alone were already turning you on and making your arousal rush quickly to your core.

Her eyes were now meeting with yours when you looked back up at her. “Would you want to do it again?” You asked her. That same smirk shows back on her face as Abby shakes her head. She thought your question was ridiculous, even after hearing what she had just said to you. But on the contrary to last week, you were now the one seeking reassurance from her.

Without taking her eyes off of yours, she slightly parts your legs open with her knee and slides a hand underneath the knee-length pencil skirt you were wearing. Your breath hitched once you felt her touch, followed by your thighs tensing up a little. “Is this answering your question right now?” she asks, not stopping her movements.

You try to catch your breath as she holds eye contact with you, nodding slowly as her hand inches closer to your heat. Her actions come to a halt once her hand reaches your clothed cunt. It wasn’t until her fingertips brushed against the soft fabric that you broke eye contact with her to look down at your lap, even though her hand was hidden under your skirt.

Abby did the same, gently pressing her thumb down against the now damp piece of fabric that was separating her hand and your pussy. Her action causes you to jerk back a little. The ache in between your legs was making you sensitive. “You’re so wet for me already, fuck…” she mutters out, hooking her finger underneath your underwear and moving it to the side. You spread your legs out farther for her for better access, trying to hold back your whimpers when the cool air of the office’s AC tunnels under your skirt and hits your wet pussy.

This gives Abby the chance to start inserting one of her fingers inside you. The second her fingertips start passing through your tight entrance, you instantly feel alleviated. Despite the slightly uncomfortable feeling it can give you at first, there was something about Abby’s fingers that was just so…addicting. It’s almost as if you needed to have her touch inside of you all the time.

You can’t help but let out a whimper once you feel a second finger enter inside you not even a minute later. Abby leans in to kiss you, desperate to swallow the pretty sounds you’re making while her fingers were nestling in your pussy.

“God…” she begins to mutter in between kisses. “It’s only been a week…and you feel even tighter than when I first went down on you…” She briefly pulls away from your lips to kiss your neck.

Abby silently cursed at herself for not having her strap in her possession. If only she had known beforehand that you were going to sneak your way out of work to come see her, she would’ve brought it with her. As much as she loved having you come undone onto her fingers, there was truly nothing more she wanted to do right now than to fuck you senselessly on top of her desk.

Your hands grip the edge of her desk when she begins to slowly pump her fingers in and out of your pussy. More sounds continue to leave your lips, and you begin to involuntarily grind your hips against her hand as a desperate call for her to go faster, which she soon ends up doing.

“Fuck, Abby…” you whimper out to her. “Your fingers…feel so good…” You bring your gaze back down to your lap, watching the hidden movements of her hand under your skirt.

Secretly, it was kind of pissing both of you off that you still had that fucking skirt on. You’ve been trying to hold back the urge to strip yourself down. The pleasure that Abby’s giving you right now with just her two fingers was so good that having your skirt and underwear still on you was bothering you so much. At that moment you didn’t want anything touching you from the waist down.

Anything except for Abby’s fingers.

And it was even more frustrating on Abby’s part because although she could feel and even hear your needy pussy underneath your skirt right now, she couldn’t see what she was doing. She wanted to see her actions right now. She wanted to watch your pussy visibly contract against her thick fingers before coming undone on them.

That stupid skirt was by far the worst obstacle for the two of you right now. But regardless, it wasn’t going to stop Abby from trying to make you finish. You told her that you needed her to make you cum just like how she did when she first came over, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.

Your grip on her desk tightened when her fingers were now going at an uncontrollably fast pace. Your head was thrown back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth slightly parted. A moan would escape from your mouth with every brush of her fingertips on your g spot. That familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach forms as your cunt begins to pulse around her fingers, indicating that you were getting close.

Just like last time, your head starts to feel heavy once again. You try to tilt back down to meet with Abby’s gaze so you can let her know. “A-Abby…” you call out to her. “I—fuck—I’m getting close…”

She simply nods, not quitting her pace with her fingers. “I know you are, that needy cunt of yours won’t stop squeezing my fingers.” She looks back up at you. “Just ride it out for me like last time, make yourself cum on my—“

Then suddenly she cuts her words off. Her gaze starts to avert away from yours, and her fingers start to slow down.

She turns her head around to look out the window, leading you to do the same. The pleasure in your body soon starts to replace itself with panic when you see who’s approaching closer to the office.

Abby’s father.

She turns her head to face you and she can practically see the pleading in your eyes. You were already so close to the finish line. So close to finishing on her fingers and getting to that blissful feeling that you’ve been craving from her touch for the past week.

“Abby…” you whisper out to her. “Please…just let me finish…”

Although she felt like she could do it, and make a new record out of it, she just couldn’t take the risk.

Abby could feel her heartbeat racing as she heard her father’s footsteps get closer to the door. She looks over at you, her gaze flickering between your face and your lap, where her fingers remain inside of you.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered back and pulled her fingers out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss.

The rattling of the doorknob startles the two of you, followed by the sound of keys jingling. Abby instinctively grabs your hips, getting you off of her desk. “Get under my desk,” she commands, leading you to quickly crouch down onto the ground and tuck yourself into the leg area of her desk.

Abby sits back down in her chair and scooches in, scattering all of her blueprints, sketches, and files back on the center of her desk to make herself look busy.

Then the door clicks, right on time.

She looks over to her left and watches her father enter inside. Jerry’s eyes were fixed on his phone screen for a moment before looking up to see her. “Hey kid, I didn’t know you’d still be in here,” he says, walking over to her desk. “Why’d you lock the door?”

Abby immediately starts stammering on the spot, trying her best to figure out an excuse. “Oh, um…I think the self-lock was still on..”

He nods in response, looking at the door and back at her. “I see…Well, I have to head into town in a bit to check out a client’s property. They’re in need of their kitchen being remodeled and I’d like to get to them before Miller does. Do you think you can go outside and finish up with inventory while I’m out?”

Abby nods slowly in response. “Yeah dad, of course, I can do that for you.”

The two of you figured that Jerry would leave after that…But he doesn’t. He continues to discuss work with her while you remain hidden under her desk.

About three minutes have gone by, but to you, it feels more like three hours. Despite the amount of legroom that Abby’s desk had, you still felt so cramped up. All that was there to see right now were three dark walls and the sight of Abby from the waist down. Wait a minute…

That’s when an idea popped into your head. The way Abby was sitting, manspread in her chair, her cargo pants tightly hugging her thighs even though they’re meant to be loose, and that tool belt of hers…it sure seemed to provide some coverage down there, right?

You want to talk yourself out of it, you really do. This wasn’t the time or the place to be doing this right now. But five minutes have passed now and you truly have no idea when the hell Jerry is going to get out of there so the two of you could be alone. Might as well keep yourself occupied for the time being, right?

Without trying to make any noise underneath, you shift your position on the ground until you’re kneeling. While Abby now remains distracted by talking to her father, you slip your hands in under the large pouches that were attached to her tool belt. Once your hands find the button and zipper of her cargo pants, you attempt to undo them and get them off of her.

Abby’s eyes quickly flicker to her lap before looking back at her dad, who was now talking to her about another client that Joel took from him. She notices what you’re trying to do, she can see it without even having to take her tool belt off. She truly wishes more than anything right now that she could at least help you take her pants off for her.

“…so I'm going to see if I can be able to meet with them next week and see if I can convince them to do business with us instead of Joel. I was thinking that—” Jerry’s words soon get cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, leading him to pull it out of his pocket and answer it. “Hello? Yes, this is him…”

While Abby’s father speaks through the phone, he briefly looks away from her. This gave the perfect moment for her to discreetly lift her hips so you could get her cargo pants and boxers down. You open her legs, eyeing her pussy that was hidden underneath her tool belt. Without even thinking twice, you dive in between her legs, quickly latching your mouth onto her clit.

Oh God, now Abby really needed her dad to leave right now.

The chair starts to shake a little beneath you as Abby’s hands grip each side of the armrest, trying to hold back any sounds as you sucked on her clit. Now it was up to Abby to try and compose herself in front of her father because the second he’ll notice something unusual, both of you would be screwed.

Abby glances over to see her dad turned around, still complaining through the phone. Her breath continues to hitch while you keep sucking and licking at her clit. “God, your mouth feels so good…” she mutters out quietly to you, praying that her dad didn’t hear her. She soon hears her dad finishing up his phone call and sits back up before scooching forward, trying to hide as much of herself below the waist down as possible.

“Look, just give me ten minutes and I'll be there. I’ll show you the plans I have for your kitchen, and I can assure you it’ll be better than what Miller would have in mind.” Jerry soon says his goodbyes before hanging up the phone and turning back around to face his daughter.

“That was the client I was just about to go see today. They’re already considering doing business with Joel instead.” he crosses his arms and shakes his head in disbelief. “The nerve of this ignorant man…He’s seriously trying to do anything just to get more clients than me…” he lets out another sigh before continuing. “I'm gonna head out now to meet with them. Please make sure to finish up on inventory before you leave alright?”

Although it wasn’t like you had a choice at that moment, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on what Jerry was saying. You were definitely into Abby, but you couldn’t stand how Jerry talked about your father. As a result, you decided to do something just a little bold. While your mouth was fixated on playing with Abby’s clit, you insert two of your fingers into her pussy with no warning, causing her to jerk back at the sudden movement.

“Y-Yeah!” she exclaims before quickly closing her mouth shut, as well as her thighs. “Yeah, um…I-I’ll be sure to do that…” she says, her voice back at her normal volume.

Her father raised an eyebrow in suspicion but didn’t think anything of it. The only thing on his mind right now was getting to that client’s place before Joel does. “Alright then…I'll see you at home.”

Abby watches as her dad leaves the office and closes the door behind him. She turned her head around to the window to make sure he was officially out of view before letting out a sigh of relief. “Fuck…” she breathes out. She then pushes her chair back and quickly unbuckles her tool belt before tossing it to the ground, looking down to see the sight of you with your mouth and fingers both still attached to her cunt.

“You really are a fucking tease, aren't you?” she asks you. “Going down on me like that while my dad’s in the office because you can’t keep it in your pants…I didn’t take it that you’d be such a slut for me like that…”

With your fingers still inside of her, you briefly removed your mouth from her pussy to respond to her. “I seriously couldn't keep waiting any longer, Abby…” you plead out to her.

Abby slightly tilts her head to the side, raising an eyebrow in mock confusion. “Did I tell you to stop doing that, though?” she asks.

You shake your head in response. “No, I—”

“Exactly. So get back to it, princess.”

You then feel her hand on the back of your head, bringing it back down into her pussy. Without taking your eyes off of hers, you seal your mouth back onto her clit while pumping your two fingers in and out of her cunt, watching her every move to the pleasure that you were giving her.

“Fuck, oh God…” she moans out, pushing your head farther in. “Fuck, just like that…p-put that mouth of yours to good use…”

You moan into her pussy as a response, causing her body to slightly shiver. Your fingers speed up their pace inside her, desperately trying to get her to break apart. A string of breathy moans continues to escape from Abby’s mouth while your head stays nudged in between her legs.

You can’t help but hear those sounds that Abby was making as your tongue kept lapping up her juices. It was making you even wetter than before. You wanted to reach down and touch yourself so fucking bad, but you couldn’t. Not only was it because Abby would immediately suspect that you were doing that to yourself, but you were getting so fucking drunk from her pussy that you couldn’t even move any other part of your body except for the parts that were moving inside her right now.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m getting close…” she moans out to you, tightening the grip on her armrest. “Please…please don’t stop…”

The way Abby had begged you to keep going was driving you insane. Now you were more motivated than ever to make her finish. Your fingers were cramping, your jaw was getting sore, and your face was so buried in her pussy that you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

But you still refused to quit.

You keep driving her up to her climax until she finally comes undone with a broken moan, finishing all over your mouth and fingers. Once she’s finished on you, you lick and suck her release until she’s completely clean before taking your mouth and fingers out of her.

Abby looks back down and is amazed at the sight of you right now. Your pupils were completely blown out due to how drunk you’d gotten from her pussy, and her release was smeared all over your face. “Well, it looks like I’m not the only one who likes to get all pussydrunk…” she tells you, smirking once again.

You meet your gaze with hers and smirk back at her. “I had to return the favor for you somehow…” you reply, wiping her release off of your chin with the back of your hand. “Consider it a thank you for fixing my outlet last week.”

Abby returns your response with a smile. However, her eyes soon flicker over to your lap, where you were clenching your thighs together on the ground. Now she remembered that she needed to finish what she started.

She leans over to put her boxers and cargo pants back on before standing up completely. “Come on, get back up on my desk.”

With your legs still together, you slowly get up from the ground and stand up next to her. After almost getting caught by Abby’s dad and being under her desk for what felt like fucking forever, chances are that the heat pooling between your legs right now is going to be a lot more for Abby to work with this time.

You watched as she made space on her desk for you again by pushing her things around. Some of her blueprints and sketches fell to the ground as a result, but she could honestly care less about that. Her hands then move to your waist, picking you up in an effortless manner and placing you back onto her desk before leaning in and locking her lips with yours, tasting a bit of herself in the process.

Your hands grab at her shirt and pull her closer to you, while Abby’s hands grab the hem of your skirt and pulls it down your legs, followed by your underwear right after. Her lips then pull themselves away from yours so she can look down at your pussy. “Oh my God….” she breathes out to you, her face inches from yours. The arousal in between your legs had spread so much that even your inner thighs were shining with your slick.

“You’ve been trying to hide this mess while you were under my desk, weren’t you?” she asks, to which you nod in response.

The sight of your wet pussy was so fucking much for Abby right now that she needed to step back and sit back down. You watched as she sat back in her chair and pulled onto the side lever, letting it sink down so her face was parallel to your pussy.

Without even thinking twice, she dives her head in between your legs. As much as Abby had wanted to challenge herself and use her fingers like last time, she still had that desire to taste you, because she truly is one for craving the way your arousal would linger on her tongue.

“Fuck, Abby…f-feels so good…” you whimper out to her, grabbing her braid and pushing her head further into your pussy. With half-lidded eyes, you make the effort to keep your gaze at the window to be on the lookout. You seriously did not want to have to deal with the possibility of getting walked in on…again.

The amount of moans and whimpers that leave your mouth only drives Abby to speed up her pace. She ends up pulling your hips closer towards her as she continues to eat you out like a woman starved before inserting two fingers inside and quickly pumping them in and out of you.

Your hands have flown back to gripping the edge of her desk once again and your elbows are now propped at the center of it to support yourself. You can’t even focus on looking out the window anymore with all of the overstimulation that she was giving you right now. At this point, both of you could care less about someone knocking again.

It didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to build up in the pit of your stomach again. That same feeling that you had gotten when she came over last week, that same feeling that you had reached around 15 minutes ago before Abby’s father decided to interfere at the wrong time.

You try your best to even form a sentence right now to let her know that you were getting close. “A-Abby…I-fuck…I’m getting close again…”

She simply looks up at you without stopping her movements. Her bright blue eyes were darker than before, and her pupils were blown out just like yours not too long ago. She was getting drunk off of your arousal once again.

With her free hand, she manages to do that same movement with you again, where she brings it over to your stomach and presses her palm down, all while maintaining her mouth on your clit and her fingers pumping and curling themselves deep into your cunt.

From there, it didn’t take long for you to reach your peak.

“A-Abby…I’m gonna—Fuck!”

And that’s when it hits you. Before you could even warn her again your cunt pulses hard once last time before cumming all over her mouth and fingers, leading her to greedily drink you clean. Your head is thrown back in pleasure, your stomach is all tense from the pressure of Abby’s hand, and your inner thighs are trembling and dripping.

Once you’re able to catch your breath, you look down and watch Abby pull her mouth and fingers out of you. That same deja vu feeling hits you again when you see the condition she was in. She was just as out of breath as you were, and her fingers, face, and lap were now covered in your release.

Abby leans in and strokes your trembling thighs to calm them down followed by planting kisses throughout the tender parts of your skin. “You alright there?” she asks with a smirk, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

You nod slowly at her and give her a smile, still slightly drunk off of your orgasm. “Yeah, fuck…” you breathe out. “You’re so good at this, you know..”

The blonde simply shrugs in response. “Anything to get that taste from you, princess.” she replied with a chuckle, kissing your inner thigh one last time before setting it down.

You watch as she picks up your underwear and skirt off the ground and helps you get them back on before getting off of her desk. You hear her chuckle again when she sees you try to stand with your legs still limp. “Think you can walk?” she asks, that same smirk showing up on her face again.

You roll your eyes at her and playfully slap her shoulder. “Oh, I’ll be fine…” you tell her in reassurance.

Abby shakes her head in response, placing one hand on your waist before holding one of yours with her. “Let me walk you to your car. I’ll take you out the back so no one sees us.”

Once you safely get to your car, you unlock it and slip yourself into the driver's seat before closing the door and starting it. You then roll down the window to see her hovered over you, her arms resting on the roof of your car.

You feel yourself blush a little when you see how damp her clothes now were because of you. “Um, what do you plan to do with that?” you ask her curiously, pointing at her clothes.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got my gym clothes in my truck, I’ll be fine.” she reassures you.

You nod in response. “Okay, well…thanks again for, um…”

“Fixing your outlet again?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.

You let out a laugh at her response. “Yeah,” you confirm with a nod, “For fixing my outlet, again.”

Abby chuckles and shakes her head, briefly looking down at the ground before back up at you. “So I’ll see you at the bake sale next week?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back your smile before nodding again. “I’ll be there.”

Abby leans in to kiss you goodbye before tapping on the roof of your car, indicating that you were good to leave. You wave at her as you pull your car out of the parking lot and exit the site.

Well, it’s safe to say that you most definitely will be attending that bake sale next week.

- a/n: did not expect this one to get long…part 3 anyone?

requested tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @winfleurs @aouiaa @zombholic @abbysfavewh0rx @lia-winther @grooviestcowboy @pretty-prrincess-13 @iwillkilyou @erinsdeluluworld @elliens4 @totallyghostdgirl @sirenbxby @bellaramslover @echostinn @uraesthete @cherrycolouredflunk @whorn3y @thatonementallyillsimp @elliewilliamsmunch

(striked text means i couldn’t tag sorry!!)

2K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 8 months

Text

I’m obsessed

this abby edit... is kinda... doing things to me... oh to have her hover over me like that <3

photo credits: @abbystanaccount

770 notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 9 months

Text

Stopp… the ending is so cute :<

— 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 & 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆

emt!abby x fem!reader, smut (mdni or i scream) / fluff / established relationship, wc: 3k

synopsis: you didn’t think you’d get away with baiting abby before dinner, did you?

content warnings: language, strap-on sex (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), oral (reader!receiving), abby has a filthy mouth & reader’s a tease, brief mentions of a breeding kink brrrr, basically pwp but like also maybe a lil ? idk, i’m still new to tagging 18 + content AH.

author’s notes: i’m back!! and with smutty continuation of this oneshot! the abby brainrot is very real, i fear, so i couldn’t help but expand. there’s a lil surprise at the end hehehe. also! pls feel free to chat with me thru my ask box! <3

main masterlist | tlou masterlist

Abby’s patience is admittedly wearing thin.

She’d managed to keep it together during the car ride to the restaurant, kept her cool while ordering through lingering touches and hooded gazes. Hell, she’d somehow breathed through a coy hand resting against her thigh, sneaky pinky nestling in the seam of her taut trousers while Nora and mutual friends chatted about their recent endeavors.

“You’re cutting it close,” Abby whispers a warning to you after you’d brushed something from the plump of her bottom lip and dragged.

You popped the pad of your thumb past your glossed lips and Abby had to swallow hard before she choked on her bite.

The smile you give her is sly, makes her rub her thighs together as your shoulders roll back and your chest pushes forward. She’d been too preoccupied with ordering, with downing water after water because, christ, it was hot in here, to notice that maybe she was the only one burning up.

Gooseflesh ripples over your arms and your nipples are pebbled against the satin of your dress. She could nearly drool, thinking about all the things she’d love to do to you in and out of that flimsy little gown.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Your lips nearly brush the shell as Abby spears a cut of dessert and bites hard to maintain her facade. She hums.

“M’not wearing anything underneath,” you divulge, eyes twinkling when Abby leans back in her seat and watches you with her jaw set.

“And what would you like me to do with that information, angel?” Abby bites, playing into your game easily.

“Whatever you wanna,” you reply softly, gaze far too dreamy for Abby’s sanity. “I’ll be good.”

And then you have the audacity to smile at her like you haven’t lit a fire in the pit of her belly. Like you aren’t tempting her to clear every available surface and bend you over the table. She’d been doing so well, had made it through every course. But now, as everyone socializes and finishes Nora’s birthday cake, she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You guys are so cute,” one of Abby’s friends coos, absolutely oblivious to the little cat and mouse game you’ve started before the two of you even walked into the restaurant.

Abby laughs humorlessly behind a sip of her drink while you preen under the attention.

And she should’ve known better than to relax once you’d leaned back in your seat, wine glass wrapped in your slender fingers. The both of you are equally floored, but for vastly different reasons, when your hand slinks under the table top to grab right under the buckle of Abby’s belt.

Abby hadn’t expected you to be so blatant and you definitely hadn’t felt that when you straddled her earlier in the evening before the two of you left for dinner.

The ball’s in her court, she realizes, when she clocks the way you shift in your seat, arousal pooling between your thighs, no doubt. Your eyes are glazing over and your lips part.

“Everything alright, love?” Abby asks, feigning concern as her head tilts to the side.

She watches the way you rub your legs together involuntarily and she has to suppress the wicked grin that threatens to split her golden features.

You don’t answer and some of Abby’s friends who aren’t engrossed in conversation are watching from across the table in curiosity.

“Cat got your tongue?” she whispers into your small little bubble, teeming with sexual tension and ready to burst.

She sees the way your throat bobs, thinks to herself that she owes it to herself to mark you up after the shit you’d been pulling all night.

“My stomach hurts,” you say softly, and she knows exactly what you mean.

Knows that the ache isn’t from a bad appetizer or wine that just won’t seem to settle. No, you’re needy now. Worked yourself up so much trying to tease your girlfriend that your skin is dewy under the lowlight.

She glances at Nora who sits at the head of the table. Something gleams in her gaze and Abby knows that she knows. Hasn’t been able to shut up about you since the two of you made it official last fall.

“Might be time to get this one home,” Abby covers, merciful in front of friends because you’re not the only one desperate. “It’s a little past her bedtime.”

And typically, you’d be petulant, annoyed because even if you’re Abby’s girl, you’re not a child. But god, you can practically feel her inside despite clenching around nothing.

“Aww,” one friend frowns, you think her name is Mel. “It was nice getting everyone out for Nor’s birthday.”

Abby smiles, something genuine that only makes your toes curl because your girl is absolutely devastating, especially in a black button up that shows a dangerous amount of expanse and fitted black slacks that hug the most delicious part of her thighs.

“Definitely,” Abby agrees easily. “We have to grab lunch before you head back home, Nora.”

Nora winks and your cheeks warm because if there’s one person you can’t get anything by, it’s Abby’s closest friend.

“Just shoot me a text.”

And you know that she’s just in her element, being surrounded by her friends and people she’s grown up with, but as she makes her rounds and says her goodbyes, you can’t help the desire that bubbles.

What started as a slow simmer, something you could tamp down during the journey here and throughout dinner, was now a raging boil that warmed your veins from the inside out.

It’s why the two of you barely make it to the car before Abby’s hand is up your dress and her fingers are circling the heat of your slick slit.

“You’re already so fuckin’ wet,” she whispers breathlessly, leaning over the center console to slot her lips with yours.

“Been wet,” you admit against her mouth, throwing your head back against the headrest when the tips of her fingers push past your entrance.

She breathes a laugh when you let out a cracked moan.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“Yeah?” she taunts. “All it takes is a couple of fingers in your pussy to get you to behave?”

You’re watching her through hooded eyes, heels coming up to rest on the edge of the seat. And it’s such a dirty fucking sight, seeing the soft satin of your dress pooling around your hips as you spread your legs.

“More,” you beg, fingers wrapping around her wrist to hold her still. “Fuck, Abs, I need more.”

Abby’s brain nearly short circuits when you start rolling your hips, the heel of her palm bumping your sticky and swollen clit.

“Yeah, want more, angel?” she taunts. “Could’ve had this taken care of earlier if you just let me fuck you before we left. Now what, you’re all needy and wet.”

“S–ah, fuck!” you hiss when she adds a third finger and curls hard. “Please, please.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, hips bucking desperately. Your cunt glistens under the fluorescents of the parking garage and Abby’s salivating as she watches you use her to get off.

“Want it, Bibi,” you whisper brokenly, that stupid fucking nickname rolling from your lips. “Wanna cum, please.”

She laughs breathlessly, boxers soaking through as she takes in the sight of you winding tight. She knows you’re gonna unravel soon, can feel it in the way the soft walls of your pussy flutters around her digits.

Then, like you’ve committed the most cardinal sin, she’s punishing you, withdrawing from your heat to slip her fingers past her lips to savor your arousal.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat to slot the key into the ignition.

“Abby, please,” you cry out, clenching around the loss of her knuckles stretching you out.

“Gonna have to be patient and wait, pretty girl.”

Despite the AC on full blast, your balmy skin is sticky with sweat. Abby’s got you right where she wants you, naked and between her spread knees at the foot of her bed. The silk of the oversized scarf you’d used as a cover up earlier in the night binds your wrists together at the small of your back and Abby thinks you look so fucking lovely like this.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she murmurs, thumb reaching out to brush the plush of your bottom lip. The pad slips into your mouth and her eyes widen a fraction when you look up her through your lashes. “You’ve been such a fuckin’ brat all night, y’know that?”

The dainty gold chain around your neck glints as your chest heaves, ‘A’ pendant catching a sliver of the moonlight as Abby presses her thumb down your throat.

“M’sorry,” you whimper around her digit. “I’ll—”

You swallow when your eye catches the silicone of Abby’s strap. It’s a new addition, a pretty purple that she’d picked out with you in mind. It’s got an obscene amount of ridges and fuck it’s—

“So big,” you choke.

A lazy smile spreads across Abby’s face.

“It is, isn’t it?” she entertains you, fist closing around the shaft. “Saw it and thought of you. Thought of all the ways I’d stretch your tiny little cunt and fuck you stupid.”

You’re drooling now, tears pooling the corner of your eyes and smudging your eye makeup.

“Want it bad, Abby, please.” Your hips roll over nothing and Abby’s licking her lips when she notices the little pool that glistens against the hardwood. “I’ll do anything, please, just— fuck, let me ride you, anything… I—”

“Think you deserve it?” she hums. “I was being generous earlier. Wanted to make you feel good, but you wanted to be a fucking tease. And for what? For you to soak through your dress and make a fucking mess on my floor.”

The moan you let out makes Abby’s breath hitch, almost makes her drop the act.

One more, she thinks to herself.

She pinches your cheeks between her fingers, forces you to come face to face with the lines of her cock.

“Spit,” she hisses.

And her eyes roll to the back of her head when you do, the string of saliva that connects your lips to her strap making her hips buck involuntarily.

In one movement, she’s yanking you to your feet and tossing you against the mattress. With your hands still bound, your cheek presses against the duvet, back arching and knees spreading to give her the perfect view of your ass and your pretty little slit.

“You get to have your fun after you cum around my cock,” Abby husks, large palms settling on the swell of your ass as the tip of her strap prods your entrance.

“Nnngh, Abby, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,” you keen. “All of it, please.”

And hearing you beg, hearing you so eager to be filled has Abby nearly feral. Has her pressing her length past the folds of your needy pussy and throwing her head back when you moan around the resistance.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re taking it so well,” she says shakily, sinking hilt deep.

“Please,” you sigh breathlessly. “Fuck me, Abby. I want you to use me and—”

Abby’s blowing out a forceful breath, can never get used to your filthy mouth. Her hips start rolling, finding a pace that has you moaning so loud she’s certain her neighbors can hear you doors down.

It doesn’t take much, just one of her hands snaking to your clit through her strokes to get you locking up and an incoherent mess.

When she pulls out, you collapse against the sheets, and she melts. Can’t be mean to her pretty girl for too long. She’s unfastening the silk around your wrists, hands smoothing over the swell of your hips to guide you onto your back.

You’re looking up at her with that fucked out look on your face.

“You can do another one, can’t you, angel?” she coos, doing an absolute one-eighty as she kneels between your thighs and licks a fat stripe up your slit to suck your clit past her lips. “You’re not gonna tap out on me after working me up all night, are you?”

And when you nod eagerly despite your body feeling so heavy, Abby’s heart swells. She’s kissing on your inner thighs, watching as your hole flutters deliciously.

“You said you’d be good,” she whispers, laving languidly at your your cunt. “So be a good girl and take it, hmm?”

“Anything, Abs, I’ll be good.”

She’s smiling a genuine smile, knows you’re a brat for the attention. And she can’t help herself, wants to give you anything and everything.

Her lips travel from your clit, presses gentle kisses up the soft flesh of your tummy, past your navel and between the valley of your breasts. She takes one nipple in her mouth and sucks hard as she tweaks the other one between the calloused pads of her fingers.

“You’re my good girl?” she whispers against your skin.

Your freed fingers tangle in her hair when she pops free from your nipple and bites hard on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. She’s been desperate to add fresh purple blooms to the yellowing ones, doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong ideas.

“Always,” you swallow, arching into her touch.

One of her hands slides up the sheets and tangles with yours, and you’d think the gesture is sweet as she continues her ministrations up your throat, but she’s sliding the blunt head of her strap between the puffy lips of your cunt. She catches the arousal that pools there before sinking in slowly.

Doesn’t matter how many times she fucks you, how many different ways she folds you and has her way, the fit is always snug like a glove and it itches a part of her brain desperate to be sated.

“Don’t know how lucky you are,” she hums in your ear as her hips roll slowly, making sure you feel every last inch of her cock slipping through your needy little pussy.

You’re panting, sweaty chest colliding with hers as she braces part of her weight on the arm tangled with yours and settles the rest against your spent body.

And having Abby like this, pressed to you and taking care of you, you agree. You’re so lucky. But then she mutters something new that has your toes curling.

“So lucky I can’t knock you up,” she says softly, biting on an especially deep stroke. “Because if I could, angel? I’d be breeding you like clockwork.”

Your chin juts upwards, exposing more of your neck to Abby as she picks up the pace. The broken sob that leaves you has a shiteating grin lazily spreading.

“You like the idea of that, huh?” she whispers. “I bet you’d be so fucking pretty all swollen. All mine.”

One hand slides between your bodies and presses down hard over the bulge of Abby’s strap. You’re clawing at her bicep as she leans up to get a good look at you.

“C’mon, pretty girl, one more,” she almost begs. “Gimme one more.”

And it’s a mixture of her words, the sweet drag of her cock along the warmth of your gummy walls, and the pinched expression on her face that sends you soaring over the edge. Her name leaves your lips like a prayer, body wound so fucking tight as your second orgasm rips through you mercilessly.

Abby’s smiling gently at you as you come down, body falling slack against the sheets as your chest heaves lungfuls of air. She’s still fully sheathed, smoothing your hair from your face as she peppers kisses along your cheeks and over your eyelids.

“You’re actually unbelievable,” she murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist as she settles back against the mound of pillows strewn at the head of the bed.

“Am I?” you ask breathlessly, ear pressing against her sweaty chest to hear the thrum of her heart.

“Extremely,” she affirms, catching your bottom lip between her teeth. “Love you, angel.”

“Are you gonna use your charger?” you call from your spot in Abby’s bed, wrapped in a new duvet and wearing one of her sweatshirts.

“Yeah, but I have another cord and charging block somewhere,” she responds from the adjoining bathroom, finishing her routine before she settles in.

You only hum in response, crawling over to her side of the bed to throw open the drawer to her side table. Your fingers blindly grasp at foreign objects in search for the telltale square of the charging block and the wrapped chord, but instead, it smoothes over something like velvet.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows twitch when you grab the object, unwedging it from where it’d been tucked into the very back of the drawer.

And you hadn’t known what to expect, but your eyes are as wide as saucers when you find a small little velveteen box. You don’t want to be presumptuous, don’t want to get your hopes up, but when you flip the lid and find the most beautiful green gem set in a thin gold band, you’re choking on the sudden wave of emotions.

“Did you find i—”

When your gaze swings to the doorway, Abby’s figure blurred by the tears pooling your eyes, she’s cussing.

“Wait, fuck.”

“Is this what I think it is?” you ask shakily.

And Abby’s usually so good at reading you, but she can’t tell what kind of tears are spilling and she’s absolutely frozen with fear because she’d been waiting for the right time to ask. But it seems like the universe has other plans as you hesitantly stand to your feet, the hem of her ‘I Love Seattle’ sweatshirt falling midthigh.

“Abby,” you grill.

“Depends on what your answer is,” she says weakly.

The silence that blankets the two of you is suffocating, has Abby feeling like her heart’s in her ass. But then you’re closing the distance, ring box still tight in your hold as you’re pushing up on your toes to throw your arms around her neck.

“Yes, Abby, what the fuck?” you hiccup.

And the relief that floods her system has her brushing the tears from under your eyes and winding tight around your frame.

“Way to ruin my surprise, asshole.”

You throw your head back with a watery laugh before pressing further into her chest.

neng ©️ 2023

2K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 9 months

Text

I love them both

Favorite Resident Evil Death Island Scenes [1/?] - The Redfields

1K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 9 months

Text

when she’s not fucking me dumb shes sooo cute i can’t<333

603 notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 10 months

Text

I AM SO NORMAL

THOSE PICTURES ARE SO HOT AFJDIEDICJRJEAOFN

424 notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 10 months

Text

SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL (Part.1)– intern!reader x doctor!abby

☾ ��*writer's note: it's here!! I'm so fucking exited!! been thinking about this for like... so long. this is inspired by the first season of grey's anatomy, but make it gay. (also! little easteregg in the pictures...the cherries...my username...yup) probably will be an on going series... at least a part 2 will be posted. also– I know nothing about medicine, so the medtalk might be gibberish. enjoy!

masterlist. nav.

☾ ⋆* summary: the alcohol just wasn't enough to numb out your nervous feeling of starting your residency at seattle grace hospital. but a new, blonde, muscular distraction approached you at the bar, turning out to not only be the greatest fuck of your life... but something else.

☾ ⋆*warnings: afab!reader but no pronouns used, reader has shitty eyesight, using alcohol to suppress feelings (kids don't do that pls), hospitals, drunk making out and drunk sex, oral sex r!receiving, enthusiastic consent, abby asks a bunch of times for permission, strap-on sex r!reciving, mentions of abby being the one receiving, gay panics, panic in general, mentions of having faked an orgasm, mentions of mediocre sex, implied age gap (r! is mid twenties, abby early thirties), reader has marks on her thighs from abby's grip, reader being anxious, death of a patient , chest compressions and cardiac arrest. mentions of surgery.

ೃ⁀➷ message me or send me an ask if u wanna be added to the taglist! 💌

⋆*spotify playlist for the fic * ⋆

⠀⠀⠀ ✧.* smut under the cut, 18+, mdni (MEN AND MINORS, GET AWAY!)

how did you end up here? your mind was blank. a soft memory of the bar, the blurry lights, you cursing yourself because you forgot your glasses. The mixture of the liquor on your veins and the fact that your eyesight was shitty, made everything blurry. you remember finally paying attention to the girl seated close to you, who was gulping down a whiskey on the rocks. you remember thinking why the fuck was she drinking that, when she could drink something else sweeter, that didn’t taste like shit. meanwhile, were sipping a cold pink drink whose name you couldn’t remember, but you were also taking shots of tequila every chance that you got, cause it was a fucking shitty day. the frustration from the events that had happed that day, mixed with the anxiety of the following, was a combination of emotions that you intended to numb with the liquor you were consuming. turns out, they were just enhanced by it. so you figured you needed another distraction, one that was blonde, had muscles and was staring right at you.

how did you end up here, again? you didn’t let your mind travel too far, cause at least you were in your house. you were drunk, your head spinning a little, but at least you remember how this stranger approached you. while you were looking at her drink in the bar, she was watching the array of empty shot glasses in front of you. “tough day, huh?” she asked. a sweet voice making you turn your head to the side and look at those dark blue eyes.

“yeah. are you having a tough day yourself?” you asked, facing her with your whole body. you could feel her drawing you in, like she was some sort of magnet. she was definitely staring at you the whole night, cause there was nothing but familiarity in her eyes. like she was used to observing you.

“just the usual day.” she said, before taking a sip of her own drink, then swirling it around, making the ice hit the glass. you looked at her hand; no engagement ring. so you had a shot, the only thing missing was figuring out if she was into girls. you looked at her, her big strong arms under the tight black sweater she wore, accompanied by a pair of light wash jeans. her hair was in a braid, long and blonde. she wore a pair of gold light frame glasses that were now laying on the table in front of her where she was seated.

“hm, same here” you said, shrugging.

“well, cheers to that then” she said, tilting her glass towards you a little bit. you did the same, with a small smile on your lips, after which both of you took a sip from your own cups.

“let me buy you a drink?” you asked.

she furrowed her brows a bit, a small smirk appearing on her lips. she looked to the side, before replying to you. “i’m not used to being the one that gets offered that,” she smiled, looking straight into your eyes. “usually i’m the one offering to buy pretty girls drinks” she said, flustered.

you smiled at her small confession, cause now everything was set. she wasn’t married, she approached you, and now you knew she liked girls. it was like everything was laid out for you perfectly, and you couldn’t say no to that.

“well, just cause you're more masculine doesn’t mean you have to be the one buying the drinks” you said, before getting up and sitting next to her, your legs almost touching at the bar stool. she looked at you in awe, her eyes shining watching you take the seat next to her, blush appearing in her face.

now that you were close to her, you could see that her face was littered with clusters of freckles.

“fair point” she said, her eyebrows coming up “well, if you’re gonna buy me a drink, at least you could tell me your name.”

“won’t it be more fun if we don’t tell each other anything?” “straight to it then, huh?” she said. she was the one getting you flustered now, your face suddenly feeling a bit hot, and not from the alcohol you had just consumed. your hands instantly came to your forehead, your elbows on the bar. you hid your face from her, laughing a bit in your drunken state. you then turned around, staring deeply into her eyes, both of you with a smile plastered on your faces. you could see her eyes traveling from one of yours to the other, the tension building up, the air becoming thicker.

you turned around raising your hand a bit to get the attention of the bartender.

“hi! could you get me one more of these and um-” you pointed to her drink “and a whiskey on the rocks”

the bartender nodded, before saying “coming right up.”

“so, mystery girl whose name you don’t wanna reveal.” she said, her hands resting on her knees. she was definitely too close now, you could feel your whole body tingle. you wondered if it was in fact from the alcohol. but you knew that wasn’t the only source.

“why did you offer me a drink?”

you laughed a bit, she was looking at you with bright eyes and heavy eyelids. “well, i thought you were pretty” you said, not being able to meet her gaze, while you played with the ice on your empty drink.

“thought you were pretty too” she said, smiling, before both of the drinks you ordered appeared in front of you, and both of you mumbled a small thank you to the bartender.

it was like the little bubble you were in was busted. but, it wasn’t long until it was formed again. in those two hours you spent in the bar, you learned a couple of things; abby was a great listener. she got flustered every time you called her pretty. she had a dog named alice. she had freckles littlered all over her nose and cheeks that became more apparent when she laughed. and she was making you have a fucking wet spot on your underwear just by seeing her laugh; everytime she flashed that toothy grin, everytime you made her flustered, the ache that you felt in between your thighs just became more apparent. she was too cute.

abby learned a couple things about you; you loved extremely sugary cocktails. you were not a dog person, but you still loved them. you got flustered everytime her hand landed on your knee, and everytime she looked straight into your eyes. and you were pressing your thighs together.

that’s how you ended up with your back pressed against your front door, after a drunk walk home in which she offered like four times to carry you, just cause she wanted to. she was kissing you like she wanted to melt into you, occasionally giving you soft little pecks, pulling away to look into your eyes, her hand on your cheeks.

you felt butterflies, and you shouldn’t. because usually, drunk hookups didn’t feel like this; it didn’t feel like you already knew the person, and usually kisses didn’t leave you aching for more. she kissed you, just to kiss you. she kissed you with her whole body. she kissed you like she wanted to melt into you.

you eventually pulled away, your lips puffy from kissing, and your eyes glossy from having them close. you turned around, reaching for your keys to open the front door. the girl in front of you just came close, starting to kiss you neck softly. you were shifting your keys, trying to open the front door.

“need help with that?”

“no i got it” you said, finally opening the front door, turning around, to gesture at her to enter, but she just started kissing you again, pulling you into your house, closing the front door and pressing your back into it.

“oh my fucking god” you laughed into her neck.

“what?” she asked smiling and her hand instinctively coming to stroke your hair

“i… kinda have to wake up really early tomorrow”

“oh” she said straightening her back and smiling a bit “it’s ok i can go if you don’t want to um-”

“oh! no it’s not that. i want to, I really do! why did you think i invited you over?”

“yeah… but just in case, you can change your mind at any second”

“so hot that you say that” you said, leaving little kisses on her neck “if you wanna stop too just say, we can”

“i definitely don’t wanna stop”

“good”

she grabbed your chin, making you look up at her. your eyes met, and instantly you came closer to kiss her, and when you did, you felt her smile against your lips. your hands moved to her arms, felt them, how hard and muscular they were. you pulled away, whispering into her lips “your fucking arms oh my god”

she just smirked, and pulled you in again for a kiss. her hand started to travel down towards your butt. “and this fucking ass” she whispered into your lips “is driving me insane”

you two made out for what seemed like eternity against the front door, until you grabbed her hand, and guided her to your living room.

“cute”

“well, thank you” you say, turning around and laughing. once again, the blonde girl kissed you, grabbing your waist and pulling you so close that you felt her chest rise and fall every time she caught her breath.

she lightly pushed you into the couch, now you were seated, staring up at her, while she was towering over you. you flashed her a smile, before she grabbed your chin to kiss you again, her hand now slowly trailing up your leg, feeling your hot skin. you felt tingly, the feeling in your lower stomach only growing. and you thought you would be used to the way she kisses, like she wants to melt into you, but you didn’t; it left you aching for more every time.

her hand traveled down, until it was just inches away from your cunt. you looked up, those dark, lustful blue eyes looking straight at you. “can i?” she asked, in a soft tone that contrasted the scene. you nodded your head, and her hand moved to cup your pussy over your underwear and jeans. a soft sigh came out of your lips, arching your back. and that sight, it ignited something in the girl in front of you. you grabbed her sweater, pulling her closer to you, she laughed, before she kissed you again.

“sit down?” you asked

“what?” she said, her eyelids heavy, she almost looked sleepy if it weren’t for her heavy eyes.

you laughed a little bit. she was adorable, you felt so comfortable around this stranger.

“oh. yeah. but you sit on top of me”

you laughed a bit, whilst she sat down, coming up from your seat to sit on her lap, straddling her with both of your legs. your hand came to her hair, slowly playing with it, her eyes closing once again. “so demanding”

“oh i am not demanding, cmon” she said, slowly and quietly

“yeah you are” you said, laughing

“i’m gonna-” she said, before she turned you around so now you were laying on the couch, now she was the one straddling you. it happened so fast you couldn’t process it, but when you finally did, and you saw those eyes and the smirk plastered on your face, you could hear your heartbeat becoming stronger. your expression has gone serious now.

“what? you’re gonna what?” you asked.

she just came to kiss you, deeper this time, her hands traveling down your body, caressing it, while you almost shaked under her touch. she felt so good, so exciting. she felt new and familiar at the same time. her hands traveled into your shirt, disappearing beneath it; your breath hitched.

“is this ok?”

you nodded, before coming up and taking your shirt off. she looked at you for a couple of seconds, before her hands came to caress your boobs, slowly massaging them, while she looked deep into your eyes; those eyes that made you feel like she could see right through you. you instantly bit your lip, your breath becoming heavier; your head falling back when her thumb started rubbing slow circles on your nipple. “fuck” you breathed out. she brought you closer, her big hand on your back making your bodies touch, and your back instantly arched, feeling her strong legs on your thighs; it was driving you insane, how gentle she was despite how strong she seemed.

“your driving me insane” you mumbled, before it slipped out of your mouth. you definitely did not intend to say that. and now she was leaving little kisses on the valley of your breasts, with her hand wrapped on your waist, holding you closer. she laughed, looking up at you while she kissed down.

“yeah?” she asked, and your head instantly fell back, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. “hm. teasing me so much”

“well i like to take my time” she said, before traveling down with her kisses. “especially when pretty girls are so eager for me”

“oh god” you laughed, because even if what she said was corny, it made you feel like you had a bird trapped in your chest from how strong your heart was beating. that’s all that it took- a small amount, just a glimpse of dominance and you were already aching for her.

“what?” she asked. “keep going please”

“hm” she said, now making her way to your jeans “can i take these off?” she asked, to which you nodded, and she unbuttoned your pants. her hand teased you, caressing the skin that was now exposed when she undid your jeans, slowly coming down “can i?” she asked, to which you affirmed, a breathy yes coming out from your mouth. her hand traveled and disappeared beneath the fabric, coming to cup your pussy through your panties; you felt the warmth of her hand against your cunt, now the wet patch became more apparent. she bit her lip when she felt it. “have you been this wet since the bar”

your eyes closed, your hand coming to hide your eyes, before nodding again. “cause of me?” you laughed a little, because of course it was because of her. she had seen you pressing your thighs together all night, every time she laughed or touched you in the slightest. you were about to tell her that no one else has made you feel this way; this eager and safe at the same time. but you catched yourself, not letting the alcohol make you say things you’ll regret. so you just replied with a yes.

when she heard you, her hand moved to now rub circles in your clit, your underwear still acting as a barrier; so slow it was agonizing, but moans and breathy sounds now were escaping your mouth. “you’re so sensitive” she said, before running her fingers through your folds, still the fabric in the middle.

“god–please,”

“hm?” she asked, before her hand slipped beneath your underwear, now her digits actually coming in contact with your pussy. your back arched instantly, a loud moan leaving your mouth, followed by your hands coming to cover your mouth, shocked at your own sounds. “oh, this was what you wanted then?” to which you just nodded, already drunk in pleasure, the funny feeling in your lower stomach growing even more.

she kept moving her fingers slowly, whilst you became even more soaked, and now the room was being filled by your breathy sounds. and the blonde girl felt her own aching in between your legs, enhanced from the sounds escaping your lips. she pulled her digits away, and you gasped at the lost of contact. she smiled, it took you a couple of seconds to open your eyes again, but she was now taking off your jeans. “help me a bit?” she asked softly, and you pulled your hips up from the couch so she could slide them off your legs. she was about to sink in again, before you tugged her sweater, pulling it. she grabbed it from the back, now pulling it off, the white shirt she wore underneath coming off with it. she remained only wearing a black sports bra, her big arms and abs now apparent to you. and fuck, she was a sight for sore eyes. you let your own gaze travel, cursing yourself for your shitty eyesight. but what impressed you the most, was the fact that she didn’t mind your gaze; she didn’t try to cover up or came down onto you again, she stood there, letting you consume her.

she smirked, before settling down in between your legs, not leaving your gaze. “wanna eat you out. is that ok?”

“everything you wanna do is ok, no need to ask anymore” she smiled, now her hands going to the edge of your underwear, her fingers toying with the piece.

“still wanna make sure just in case”

“well, less talking, more working.”

“wow, now who is demanding?”

“never said i wasn’t”

she laughed again, before kissing your lower stomach, your eyes instantly closing, feeling her smile against your skin. her hands came down, now playing with your clit again, a soft moan escaping your lips. and she swore it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, her chest fluttering.

she came down, you felt her breath against your pussy, before she pulled your panties to the side. she parted your lips, before she sank in, licking your cunt.

the feeling in your stomach grew further. oh oh. so this is how getting head is supposed to feel. fuck, you swore she was a gift sent from heaven sent just for you. you wondered where she learned to do that, before she came to suck on your clit, your legs closing involuntarily, from how good it felt, from how much it made your head spin. she grabbed your thighs, while still going at it, now pinning them against the couch.

and you were gone, not really knowing what she was doing except how fucking good she was making you feel. you felt her hands traveling up from time to time, playing with your breasts, lovingly caressing your stomach and your thighs. you didn’t know when your high came in, the rubber band suddenly snapping, her not stopping until you ride out your orgasm completely.

when she felt you catch your breath, she kissed your thighs, making you smile, a light film of sweat now covering your face. she smiled, looking up at you, leaving a trail of kisses before she gave you a pec on the lips, followed by a full on kiss, tasting yourself in her tongue. her hair that became a little loose from your hand gripping it now was on your face, tickling your skin. “never came just from head before”

“really?” she asked, curious, both of you smiling.

“yeah”

“well they must’ve been quite mediocre at it” “mediocre at best” you said, laughing. cause compared to what she did, nothing was ever going to be enough now. you just came and you needed her to do it again. but a brighter idea, while your bodies were tangled and she stared at you lovingly came to your mind.

you remember the box, buried deep in your closet. and just the thought of it made your core burn again. just the though of her fucking you with it made you grip her shoulders a bit harder.

“so um”

“yeah?” she asked, giving you a small kiss on your cheek, her lips a bit wet against your skin “i have this thing- you don’t have to if you don’t want to of course”

she smiled, probably already anticipating what it was. you had bought after your last breakup, at the same time you had downloaded tinder; excitingly telling your friends that you were entering your “hoe era”. that quickly came to an end one mediocre fuck later. but nevertheless, you kept it just in case. “so, it’s a strap on i bought”

“oh” she said, her eyebrows raising a bit, looking curious. “so you wanna use it like… on me?” “oh. i mean, i can if you want.” you said now, not being able to express that you were actually thinking of her wearing it.

“what if i use it on you?”

“yeah i gathered you would prefer that. hm, yeah, i think i want that too” “smart girl then” she said. and you laughed. yeah, you had a medical degree on your back, but you weren’t gonna brag about it now, nor that you ever did. plus, this was supposed to be a distraction. there’s not a greater cockblock other than talking or thinking about med school.

“you have no idea” you smiled, and she kissed you again, before you got on your elbows, before muttering against her “i’m gonna go get it”

she put your underwear back in place, before she asked “need help getting up?” a cocky grin on her face. you smiled, before getting up from the couch, feeling your knees weak. “I'm fine” you said, before going to your room to get it.

you didn’t even bother turning on your light, opening your closet door, grabbing the box. you felt calm, even if your legs were slightly shaking and they felt heavy, like jelly. sex had never felt like this before, so simple, so natural even if she was a complete stranger. you though, feeling the excitement expanding now walking to the living room again, were she was sat, manspreading. jesus.

again, the sight of her just made you want to engrave her in your memory. her blue eyes looking at you while you gave her the box. smiling. she got it open, and you just stood there over her, a stupid smile on your face, looking at her in adoration. you looked at your coffee table, how her glasses were just perfectly placed there. how her sweater and her white shirt was thrown messily on top of your coffee table books.

when you looked back at her, she was taking her jeans off, instantly going to help her. she then put the strap on, sitting once again once she was done. and you were about to take your panties off and sink into it already, before she placed a palm on your chest to stop you.

“if i’m gonna fuck you with this, i need to get you ready first” your knees weaken at that, instantly feeling your face hot.

“i can take it, i’m ready” you said, cringing at your own words, how dirty they were. “gotta make sure” she said, before she grabbed your panties and took them off, peeling them from your skin slowly. you grabbed her shoulders for balance, letting her take them off completely. her hand came again to your cunt, now slowly running it through your folds, it made you throw your head back in pleasure. fuck, she loved seeing you like this.

once again, you were lost in her touch, one of her fingers teasing your entrance bringing you back to your senses. “can i?” “please” you quickly replied, her mumbling a small fuck before her finger entered. and she got dizzy at how tight you felt around her, feeling you pulse around her. you moaned, and she tried to slowly curl her fingers up, but she couldn’t. “imma need you to relax” she said, while her other hand traveled up your torso, helping you ease up a bit. “you've done this before, right?” she asked, now curious from how tight you were.

“yeah.” a breathy sound scaped your lips when she moved her finger inside you “yeah it’s just- fuck, it’s been a while”.

“it's ok. same here” she said, now adding another finger, making you moan even more, feeling the slight pressure while it came in. and you couldn’t believe it had been a while for her, cause why the fuck was she so good with it. how was she making you almost come again, now on her fingers.

“you better stop now or i’ll– i’ll cum again” you confessed.

“you can if you want to” she said

“no, want you to fuck me. please?” you said, opening your eyes to look at her. and fuck, she was gone. her eyes darker than before, her own ache growing when you begged her.

“fuck. well if you ask me like that” she said, before taking her fingers out of you, now her hands on your waist and guiding you to straddle her again.

you sank in slowly, her hands caressing you, giving you soft little pecks. but once you bottomed out, she lost control. her hands now gripping your waist hard, definitely leaving marks for the next day, slamming into you everytime you bounced on her.

you lost track of it, and as much as you wanted to see her while she fucked you, your eyes instantly shut close from how good it felt. what threw you over the edge was when she started rubbing slow circles on your clit, your thrusts becoming sloppy, whilst she helped you ride her.

“it’s ok, let go” she said. followed by your “fuck,fuck, fuck i’m gonna-” before your jaw dropped and she felt your legs shake, your body going limp. you crashed into her, your forehead rested on her freckled shoulder, her pine scent now making you even more dizzy. and in the middle of your dazed state, you just babbled a “best fuck of my life”, before doozing off completely.

the sound of your alarm woke you up completely, a heavy feeling on your legs making you open up your eyes quickly. you looked at the time, before you looked at the legs tangled in yours. oh. that happened. so it wasn’t just a wet dream of yours, that just concocted the most out of earth, beautiful woman, that was also a sex god, no. she was real, and sleeping on your couch. you quickly looked at your alarm clock, almost gasping. you needed to shower and get ready now, cause you couldn’t be late on your first day of residency.

you slowly got up so that you didn’t wake the blonde girl up, going to the bathroom to wash your teeth. when you looked in the mirror, you swore you had never seen yourself like this before; you eyes sparkling, your skin plump despite the aching hangover you had from last night’s endeavors.

when you got back to the living room to pick your clothes up, she was now waking up, looking a bit disoriented.

“um– hi” you said, and her head instantly shot back at you, a small smile appearing on her lips. “hi” she said, looking at your bare legs, then back at you. fuck, you didn’t have time to do that again. “so um, look, I really have to get going. it’s my first day of work today, and i can’t be late” you walked closer to her, picking up her sweater and her shirt, handing it to her. she smiled wider, grabbing the clothes and slowly putting them on. you wondered how she could look that angelic in the mornings.

“you’re kicking me out?” she teased, a smirk on her face. “well–” your brows furrowed. “I can't be late” you said, while she got close to you, grabbing your waist and giving you a kiss.

“it’s ok.” she said, looking at your eyes while holding you, making small circles on your skin. oh how you wished you had time to return her the favor.

“well, good luck on your first day–” she stopped, now realizing she didn’t know your name.

you said your name, offering her your hand to shake. she laughed at it, how formal it was even if she was making you almost scream just hours ago. “i’m abby” she said, meeting your gaze, giving your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

both of you just stood there, looking at each other, giggly.

“well, goodbye, abby” you said, now pulling away from her, while she put on her glasses and walked to the front door. you watched her open it, before she gave you one last smile, waving goodbye.

you had to take a moment, leaning against the white wall on your entrance; just processing everything that had happened. the couple of times you have had one night stands they just were funny, awkward. a story to later tell your friends in great detail, cause it never felt intimate.

they were filled with a lot of silent moments, uncomfortable conversations about what you wanted to do; only to find out that either you didn’t like how that stranger kissed, or that the sex was just gonna be mediocre.

it was like reading a page of a book, a play perfectly orchestrated; making out, then head, then fucking, faking an orgasm, then falling asleep. waking up the next day with a pounding headache, them either cooking you breakfast or already leaving.

neither of those made you satisfied. you always looked at yourself in the mirror before taking a shower, cringing at your own reflection, always saying last fucking time i’m having a one night stand.

so, you didn’t understand how you were sure this time you just weren’t gonna tell your friends. or anyone. it felt like something you didn’t wanna break, a buble you didn’t want to pop; something intimate, just for abby and you. what a shame you weren’t going to see her again.

after a brisk shower, and a big cup of coffee later, you dressed, grabbed your keys, the bag you had prepared for work, and you drove to the hospital. the whole drive you noticed your head just going places; wondering if maybe next week you went on a sunday night to the bar, maybe she’ll be there. imagining how many girls she picked up from bars, only to leave them shaking after giving them the best head of, probably, their whole lifes. you just had to remind yourself that that just wasn’t going to happen again.

after a quick look in the viewfinder, and a couple of deep breaths later, you quickly got out of the car, entering the hospital. the whole time you were just wishing that the other interns would be nice.

the thing about med school is, it really doesn’t prepare you for a 12 hour shift on a crowded hospital. neither does it prepare you to get changed in a locker room in front of you soon to be fellow residents, looking at your thighs because they had marks of where abby had gripped them while pounding into you. you changed quickly, getting into your scrubs. “are you with the sergeant?” a brunette girl asked you, standing at the locker next to yours.

“who?” you asked. the girl now staring at you.

“the sergeant. i guess not. who are you assigned to?” she asked

“it’s dr. burch for me”

“oh, me too” she said, now smiling.

“great then” you replied, smiling at her too

you took a moment to take in her appearance. she had very prominent features, a face that wasn’t easily forgettable. her brows dark, a couple of moles littered across her face, and her eyes a dark brown color.

“i’m dina by the way” she said, while she took her stethoscope and placed it around her neck, closing her locker. she turned to look at you, but before she could speak a voice interrupted you. “i’m with burch too” a young man said. “i’m jesse”

“dina” she smiled at him, but before you could say your name a nurse walked in. “good morning. you all have been assigned to a certain doctor, i’m gonna call out your names to make sure you’re here. once you’ve been called out, then you can go find your doctor.”

she started calling out names; you had to swallow a lump in your throat from how anxious you felt. yeah, med school prepared you, sort of. but you were just praying that you actually got to do some surgeries and you weren’t going to stand around, doing nothing while the doctor did everything. you thought about your doctor's name; melanie burch. it sounded nice, maybe she was nice. at least you weren’t assigned to the doctor they call the sergeant; from that name only you assumed he was a bitch.

your name was called out after dina’s, you and her moving to find dr. burch. you walked around the hospital’s corridors, but curiosity gained the best of you. “so this sergeant? is he a resident?”

“first of all, the sergeant is a she”

fair point, you thought. you had assumed he was a man, well, cause usually they were less nice. “why the name though?”

“so a good friend of mine knows her, kinda. she treats her interns like fucking garbage. always asking them really difficult questions. i’ve heard she even made a couple of them cry. always bossing them around, hence the name”

“god. she sounds fucking awfull” you sighed. thank fucking god you weren’t assigned to her.

“I swear all neurosurgeons are bitchy. it’s probably the money it gets to their heads and-” “what she’s a neurosurgeon?” you stopped her mid-sentence.

“yeah”

“well fuck me then”

“oh. so you wanna be a neurosurgeon too?” dina asked, awkwardly, after she had just bashed neurosurgeons. “i mean, you can always, i dunno. pay her money? eat her out? or something” she laughed while she said it. “shut up” you said, laughing lightly and rolling your eyes.

dina lightly punched your arm, before you two were met with a short woman with dark short hair examining some medical records. she turned around, looking at both of you.

“i’m dr. burch, nice to meet you. congratulations on starting your internship” she said, a soft spoken voice leaving her lips. thank fucking god again, she was nice.

The guy from before named jesse arrived shortly after, accompanied by a girl with ginger-ish hair.

“well, the more the merrier” mel said, a sweet smile accompanying her words. “so, we’re gonna go through a typical day at the hospital, follow me please” she said, while she started walking towards the corridors. dina walked right beside you.

you knew they were gonna be long shifts, probably sleepless nights. dina, jesse and the ginger girl were probably going to either become your greatest friends or just people you weren’t fond of, but you were forced to spend an insane amount of hours with. you hoped for the first one. so many hours of being together were probably going to mean that they were going to become the closest people to you; the people that knew the most about you. even if it terrified you, it was still exciting.

dina leaned in while she walked, whispering in your ear “why do i get the feeling she’s like one of these really sweet people that are actually kinda evil? like they did something fucked up.”

“dina! she’s nice” you replied, whispering back. but she sort of had a point; so much sweetness couldn’t be real. and if it was, maybe it wasn’t all that there was to her.

“so, here we have the board where we schedule all the procedures. you have to check it every morning, have it memorized. it might change around, since we have emergency procedures from time to time.” “dr. burch?” dina asked.

“yes?” she said, still keeping an enthusiastic tone.

“i’ve heard that a new resident gets to scrub in on a procedure the first day”

“only dr. anderson does that. with me, all of you will get into the OR, just not today. today is about adapting and learning how the hospital works” she said, pleased with her own answer. it seemed like she had a scrip memorized. jesus, maybe dina was right, something about her was just off. but, on the other hand, you felt incredibly bad for judging her just cause she was just being nice.

“see, she’s just too nice” dina said, now crossing her arms in front of her, whispering when dr.burch had started walking again. “i wish i was assigned to dr.anderson”

dr. anderson you thought. it sounded nice; it was easy, simple, it sounded very doctor-ish. not like your own last name; it sounded quite out of place with a doctor before it.

“who is that?” “i don’t know, someone who actually let’s residents scrub in the first week. cause trust me, this girl isn’t gonna let us touch a scalpel until the first week is over” “oh, haven’t you heard? we’re gonna be busy adapting” you said, a sarcastic tone and a small giggle involuntarily leaving your mouth. dina snorted, her eyes widening

“hey, what’s so funny?” jesse asked with curiosity, while he walked behind you two. “nothing” dina said, turning around, and giving him a small smile.

none of you except the ginger girl were listening to what dr. burch was saying. but when she cleared her throat, you gave her your attention once again. “last things now. you can call me mel, i don’t mind. if you get paged, you come immediately. here you go” she said, before handing all of you a small black machine, straight out of every doctor’s nightmare, the pager. “alright. so who wants to go run some lab tests?”

before you could process it, dina was already saying “me” and going off with the ginger girl to spend the morning running a test for the patients they were assigned. you and jesse just stood there, waiting for mel to give you an order on what to do.

“well then, both of you will go do check ups, and read through and update the patient's medical records. I know it’s something the nurses usually do, but you might gain some knowledge from it.”

you sighed; great, one of the most boring tasks and it didn’t even involve basically any medicine.

you spend the whole morning with jesse running around the hospital, knocking on patient’s doors and asking basic medical questions. jesse turned out to be a bit clueless, like he was kinda wondering and following you around. that was, until both of your pagers started ringing, indicating a blue code. he turned full on doctor, both of you running around the corridor, him instructing the nurses before mel showed up. so yeah, maybe you had underestimated him. you had lunch with both jesse and dina; then back again inside, checking up medical records.

your back hurt, your eyes were dry and threatening to close, and you still had the whole night ahead of you. then you remembered why you were so tired; you basically had not gotten any sleep that night. the thought of last night’s events popping into your head once again.

you were carrying a couple of binders, jesse carrying the rest. both of you were walking down a corridor headed towards the archives room; you had done the same trip already like a dozen times that day. but jesse spoke, pulling you out of your head. “hey look. i think that the sergeant, dr. anderson”

you moved the binders so you could see a small group of interns surrounding a tall figure. you had heard the name dr anderson before. it was the only doctor that allowed interns to scrub in on the first day. turns out, dr. anderson and the sergeant were the same person.

as you got close, you saw a big, buff girl, turned around. but what made you stop dead in the tracks was her blonde, long braid. you suddenly felt as if a bird was trapped in your chest. your heart beating loudly, feeling all of the blood rush to your face. no, that couldn’t be right.

you forced yourself to do a double take.

she was carrying a binder with her patient’s record, looking through it. wearing a white coat, the same as yours. a couple of pens placed in her pocket. she wore blue scrubs underneath, different from your typical, light blue ones that all of the residents wore.

you noticed her glasses; the same pair she put on that morning at your house. the same pair that rested on your coffee table while she pounded into you. jesus. this can’t be fucking happening.

jesse looked at you, how flustered you seemed. you were trying to hide in a way that wasn’t too obvious behind those binders. fuck fuck fuck; a million thoughts filled your head, but the main one was, don’t let her see you. and in that moment, you didn’t really know why, cause there was no escaping it. if she didn’t see you today, she was definitely going to see you eventually. maybe you could quit this, stop this being a doctor nonsense. yeah, move to a small town, start a coffee shop. never hook up with a stranger at a bar ever again.

once again, jesse pulled out of your spiraling.

“um– are you ok?” he asked.

you turned around, signaling behind you. “yeah um– i think i forgot something” a clacking noise made you stop, all of jesse’s binders fell to the floor. convenient, you thought. cause now, the sargent, or abby, or dr.anderson, or whatever the fuck you had to call her, was turning around with her brows frowned. she was trying to see who had the audacity to disrupt her. but her face turned blank when she saw you; those deep blue eyes staring into your own. she had to do a double take as well, her shook apparent, flustered.

she started walking towards jesse to help him recollect the binders, but you quickly went away, making your way into the bathroom. your heart was beating too fast, your mind quick.

was it illegal? i mean, you didn’t know she was a doctor here. she didn’t even look like a doctor. wait, how old was she? she did look a little bit older, but not old enough to already be a neurosurgeon. fuck. that was your desired specialty, and that meant having to spend time with her. trying to scrub in her surgeries. maybe you could just request another hospital; but that wasn’t really an option, not one that would actually happen.

you tried to figure out a way to avoid this, a couple of ideas popping into your anxious head. but what scared you the most, what the fact that still, even knowing you were sort of her intern, you still wanted her to fuck you again. jesus fucking christ.

your pager started beeping, making you sprint off the bathroom, once again a blue code. and in the midst of all of the running around, and trying to save the patient's life, you forgot completely about your own troubles.

mel got there too late. you were trying to do chest compressions, the beeping monitor making your own heart skip a beat. you tried to appear collected when mel finally walked in, asking you what had happened.

she looked at the patient, there was nothing she could do. too much time had passed since he had gone into cardiac arrest, having to declare him dead.

it felt like you had swallowed up stones; your body too heavy. this was the first time a patient died in your hands. mel looked at you. “this is something you need to learn. i know it’s hard. you did your best, but patients dying on your hands it’s part of the job. it doesn’t mean it’s less hard.” you hadn’t noticed a small tear running down your cheek. mel looked at you in compassion. “you can go outside and catch a breath if you need to. i’ll page you or jesse if necessary”

you wiped your tear, now walking outside the hospital. she was right; fresh air did make it a little better. the feeling in your chest slowly vanished, which signaled you that it was time to go inside and go back to work.

you walked into the hospital once again, looking at the stairs. It was four floors. you sighed, walking to the elevator. you had been walking around all day. you didn’t feel like walking up those stairs. the effort of it made your head heavy.

you pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open. then you got in, pressing the button that had a small four on it. you looked at your shoes, then at the doors. the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors opening now. you were thinking that maybe since you were so tired, you had pressed the wrong button. that was until a tall, blonde girl was walking in; abby. she looked at you, letting out a deep breath through her mouth. you kept your eyes glued to your shoes.

“so..” she said. and you felt it coming, almost involuntarily. suddenly, you were word-vomiting at her.

“no. i’m sorry, dr. anderson, i didn’t know you were you. i mean, if i knew of course i wouldn’t have done it. this can’t happen. i'm your intern.” you finally looked at her. still only familiarity in her eyes. she crossed her arms at her chest.

“technically you’re mel’s intern” she said, a small smirk appearing. one that you couldn’t take too seriously because of her blushed cheeks.

“i’m sorry dr. anderson it-”

she interrupted you. “you can call me abby, you know”

“well, that would be unprofessional.” you said. “i think what we did last night was unprofessional, this? not so much”

her words made your cheeks burn. this was the first time you two acknowledged what happened. you couldn’t help the small laugh that left your lips, before you shook your head no, looking at your shoes. you didn’t see her walk up to you, now leaning a bit closer.

“tell me you don’t want this” you met her gaze. and it made you want to scream how her voice, rusty and low made its way straight in between your legs.

“what? no doc–”

“i mean. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. but, we won’t get into any trouble if no one finds out.”

you hated how those words sounded like music to your ears. how yes, you were eager to have her again. but the rational part of your brain stoped you from saying yes and just ripping your clothes off in the elevator. you closed your eyes for a brief moment. this wasn’t worth the risk, it really wasn’t. as much as a part of you was trying to convince you that it was.

“i’m sorry, abby.” you said now, looking at her. “i can’t do it. not only could it get me fired, both of us. i couldn’t risk that. you have no idea how much i’ve worked to get to were i am.”

she looked at you, then at her feet.

“ok, i understand. well, good luck, doctor” she said, before she walked out of the elevator.

✧.* taglist: @sevikasimp @millersaurora @uraesthete @abbysdolly @elliesbelle @sweet-em

✧.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✧.*masterlist ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✧.* part 2..

1K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 10 months

Text

the hard way. [masterlist]

PAIRING: rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader

SUMMARY: you and ellie broke things off years ago, everyone knew this. what they didn't know was why. when a mysterious anonymous account pops up, seeming to know what happened, you and ellie are forced into talking again to find out who it is. problem is she's a rockstar and on tour, you may just have to figure it out over text.

WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x, there will/may be se*ts so thats a warning.. dark themes in later chapters (will be trigger warned)

↳ prolouge

part i. (r)

part ii. (e)

part iii. (r)

part iv. (e)

part v. (r)

part vi. (e)

1K notes · View notes

xo-kyeong · 10 months

Text

STOP- COWGIRL ABBYYYYY!!!!

Imagine Abby getting her own horse during TLOU P2???

I’m so mad there wasn’t a part where she has a horse 😭😭😭 SHE WOULD LOOK SO HOT— UGH

#abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #abbyimagine #muscle mommy abby

1 note · View note

xo-kyeong · 10 months

Note

I feel like abby would be so caring and gentle if you ever needed to use your safeword 🥺 n she would make sure you knew she wasn’t disappointed in you if u can’t tell i’m projecting my feelings about my shitty relationship and living vicariously thru fictional characterssss

【 safe words & aftercare - abby anderson | semi-NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

NSFW CONTENT DOWN BELOW MDNI

wc: 2.3k

content: established relationsip, strap-on usage, doggy style, use of pet names(love, babe, baby, etc.), use of safe word(traffic light system), LOADS OF FLUFF, caring gf abby, reassurance, cuddling, abby takes care of you, showering together(very sweet no smut involved here), abby tackling her own intimacy issues, aftercare, abs being the best gf ever🥺

a/n: anon i'm so sorry you've experienced that :(( you don't deserve that and you 1000000000% deserve better always and pls never forget that you are worth so much and deserve so much more i hope this little oneshot is able to offer you some comfort and that you enjoy it. <333 also! only the first two paragraphs are nsfw but i'm still going to consider this nsfw and include that in the contents bc this is for the grown folks

Usually, you could take whatever Abby dished, and you loved to, but today was different. Maybe you were just a little too tired, especially after going on patrol this morning, and the room just felt too hot. It was too much for you, and as much as you wanted to keep going for Abby, you just couldn’t. You had been in the mood earlier, so excited for Abby to take you from the back with her strap, but you felt too tired to keep going. With all these things adding up, you could feel yourself growing less wet, and the friction from her strap was starting to hurt. Your face was buried in the pillows as Abby’s hips hammered into you from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room. You loved her, and you loved this, but you just weren’t feeling it today.

“Abby?” you asked. You were tearing up and sniffling from the pain, and you spoke too quietly because of it. “Abby!” you repeated, louder than before. “Red!” Abby immediately stopped moving and pulled out of you quickly. The word had shocked her out of whatever she had been thinking. Whatever motivations she may have had to continue with what she was doing disappeared automatically. You had never used your safe word before, and she was scared. Were you okay? Did she hurt you? Did she accidentally do something you didn’t like? Was something wrong? She hurriedly unfastened the harness from around her hips, throwing it onto the ground as you collapsed onto the bed. She hurried to your side, her eyes assessing your face almost immediately.

“You okay, love? Are you alright with me touching you?” she asked. You nodded, and her hands came up to cup your face. She could see the tears in your eyes and the small streaks left behind from the ones that had already fallen.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said. She watched as more tears fell down your face and wiped them away with her thumb. “What’s the matter? You can tell me, honey, it’s alright.”

“I’m just not feeling it today, Abs. I’m just—I’m too tired, and it was starting to hurt.”

“That’s okay, love. It happens, and that’s alright. Just tell me what you need.”

“Can you hold me?” you asked, on the verge of sobbing.

“Of course, baby, come here.” Abby pulled the covers from underneath your bodies and settled into the mattress next to you, covering you both with the blanket. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, your bare body pressed into hers, and you buried your face in the crook of her neck. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes. Maybe you were more stressed and tired from patrols than you thought, and perhaps this had been building up for a while now. You felt safe in Abby’s arms, but you couldn't help but remember that this was the first time you had ever used a safe word with her before. Your partnership was fairly new, and although she was being so kind to you, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you had disappointed her somehow. What if she was annoyed with you? What if this was making her look at you differently? The thoughts left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Abs,” you whispered. “Are you mad at me? Have I disappointed you?” She halted the hand that had been caressing your skin, so taken aback by the question you had asked.

“Wh—Mad? Why would I be mad at you, baby?” She craned her neck to look down at where you had your face nestled into her.

“Because I used our safe word,” you explained. “We had to stop because of me.”

“No. No, baby, I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. Never. You and your wellbeing are more important to me than having sex. If you want to stop, we stop. I’d never be mad at you for using a safe word. If anything, I’m proud of you for using it.”

“Really?” you sniffled. Abby delivered one last caress to your back before moving her hand to pet your head.

“Yes, love. I’m so proud of you. Always. I’m here to take care of you, remember?”

“Yeah,” you answered. You were quiet for a moment before speaking up again. “I think I was just too tired and stressed out for anything today.”

“And that’s okay,” Abby reassured you. “You know Isaac’s an asshole who works us to the bone.” You could tell Abby was trying to lighten the mood, so you nodded your head in response. You appreciated her efforts. “But that’s what I’m here for, yeah? I’m here to take care of you no matter what, so just tell me what you need.” You couldn’t stop the sobbing once it started and hid your face in her shoulder as she continued to hold you. “Shh, shh, it’s okay,” she whispered. “I got you. Let it all out.”

You weren’t even crying from stress or exhaustion anymore, but rather from how loved Abby made you feel. You had never been treated so delicately, so carefully before, more used to casual hookups than something as tender and as real as this. It was hard to come by and experience gentleness in this world, but here you were feeling it reverberate through your bones in Abby’s arms. The feeling was overwhelming. You had never felt so safe and secure before, so sure that she would take care of you like she promised. Abby made you feel cherished, made you feel like you could count on her. You knew without a doubt that you could trust her, that she was someone you wanted to be with for a long time. She was so kind, so caring, more than anyone could ever know, but you did. You knew, and you could feel her kindness through the soft touches she left on your skin. Abby was still holding you as tightly as ever even after you had calmed down. To you that meant everything. It showed you that she was still here, that she wasn’t going anywhere.

“How are you feeling, love?” she asked.

“Better,” you answered.

“That’s good. That’s what I want to hear.”

“You take such good care of me,” you said quietly.

“Because I love you,” she said simply. She said it like she was stating a fact, like it was an absolute truth, like it was the easiest thing in the world. That simplicity hit you in the chest like a ton of bricks. To have someone love you the way she did… The overwhelming nature of it made your heart ache with love.

“I love you, too,” you replied, doing your best to fight the tears. You didn’t want to cry again, but, God, did Abby have that effect on you.

“Tell you what,” Abby proposed. “Me and you, we’re gonna shower, okay? Then after our shower, I’m going to make you dinner, and we can spend the rest of the night cuddling. I know you’re off tomorrow, so I’ll ask some favors, get someone to cover for me, and you can have me all to yourself tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Good,” you replied. Your eyes were welling up again. “I’d like that a lot. You’re the best, Abs.” Your voice was wobbly, and you were doing your best to hide it, but Abby was too observative.

“Baby,” she cooed. “It’s okay. Don’t cry. You’re alright. Everything’s okay.”

“I know,” you said.

“I’ll go start our bath for us, okay?” she said. She kissed the top of your head before pulling away, escaping from underneath the covers to make her way to your bathroom. You relaxed into the pillows as you watched Abby pass through the door frame and disappear into the next room. You could hear the water running, and she stayed in there for a while as she drew the water. When Abby returned, she uncovered you and helped you out of bed. You followed her into the bathroom, your eyes immediately landing on the placid and welcoming bath. It was filled about halfway, and you figured that was because of the fact the two of you would be sitting within the water. You were both naked already, so all you had to do was step into the hot water and let it soothe your skin. It was comforting to sink into the warm water and just relax, Abby taking her place behind you. She kissed your shoulder as she grabbed a nearby towel and rubbed her favorite pine soap on it. She wasn’t oblivious—she knew just how much you liked smelling like her. She rubbed the towel around your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your stomach and chest, before moving to clean your back. The warm water and Abby’s touches worked wonders to relax your muscles as she took her time to bathe you. It was sweet, and it was tender, and you never knew love like this existed. Abby leaned forward to clean your legs, then offered you the towel to clean any other places you wanted or that she had missed. She couldn’t stop herself from delivering kisses to the back of your neck as you did so.

“Can I clean you, Abs?” you asked. You turned to glance at her, just in time to see the blush on her face.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I can clean myself,” she insisted.

“You sure?” you asked. “I wanted to clean you up, too. I mean, you cleaned me.”

“I–You don’t have to do that,” she insisted. The truth was, sometimes she was uncomfortable with intimacy, scared to let someone take care of her or see her so vulnerable like this. The idea of someone knowing her so deeply and allowing them to do things like this frightened her, because what if they saw something they didn't like? What if they changed their mind? The possibilities scared her, but this type of vulnerability was a part of love, wasn’t it? Allowing yourself to be known? Taking the jump? Abby glanced around the bathroom, the room suddenly feeling smaller, but she took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll let you wash me.” When Abby saw the giant smile that spread across your face, she regretted almost denying your request. How could she say no when you looked so happy, so excited, just to care for her?

“Give me your towel.” You turned your body to face her, the water sloshing around the walls of the tub as you did so. While you did that, Abby reached for the other small towel she had nearby and handed it to you. You grabbed her favorite soap and sudsed up her towel, then scooted closer to her body until you were kneeling in front of her. You started cleaning her shoulders first, Abby watching as you spread the soap across her chest and down to her breasts, then her stomach. You grabbed her arms and cleaned them carefully, all the way to her fingertips, as if she was the most delicate thing you had ever laid your hands on. No one ever treated her like that, not when most people feared her and acted like she never needed anyone.

“Turn around,” you said, and Abby did exactly as you asked. She could feel you lathering the soap all over her back, making sure to get every inch of her skin. When you were done, you leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. “Okay, turn back around,” you instructed.

After cleaning her upper body, you reached down to grab her legs, straightening them out and cleaning her skin. Her muscles were so taut and knotted, and you did your best to massage and loosen them up as much as you could. Abby wasn’t used to something like this, but she allowed you to do it nonetheless. It just felt so personal, so deeply intimate, like you were truly seeing and coming to know every part of her. It was scary, but by the time you finished cleaning her body, she felt like she was glowing, and it wasn’t just from how well you had cleaned her up. She actually felt good on the inside, and she just felt so bright. She always found it so easy to care for others that she forgot what it was like to let someone else take care of her. Maybe she got so caught up in everything that she forgot an aspect of love was allowing yourself to be seen, not just continuously giving. Giving made her feel good—and she’d never stop—but letting you see her like this made her feel good, too. Secure, even. It made her realize that she could allow herself to be seen and cared for by you, that she could be vulnerable, and that it would be okay if she did.

After rinsing off and letting the water drain from the tub, you and Abby were both wrapped up in your towels to dry off. While she was wringing her hair out into the tub, she glanced at you through the corner of her eye. You were drying off your legs and your arms, and she thought that even like this, so simple and so bare, that you were still so beautiful. You were so precious, deserving of so much, and all she wanted to do was take care of you. It’s what you deserved in general, but especially after today. She found herself walking over to you before she even realized, pressing into your back and enveloping you into her arms. She leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder blade.

“How about we get dressed and I get to making that dinner I promised? How does that sound, sweet thing?” she asked. She looked into your eyes through the mirror in front of the two of you, and she could see you were absolutely beaming.

“I’d love that, Abs!” you said. She gave you another kiss, this time on the space underneath your ear.

“I knew you would, love. Now, let’s enjoy our night in, yeah?” she prompted you.

575 notes · View notes