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Sub Abby ;)

VERY needy Abby for ya'll.

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Abby’s fear of heights was no secret to the other WLFS. Why should it be? It’s not like she was ashamed anyway, everyone’s afraid of something. When Abby’s childhood friend comforts Abby enough to get across a tall beam with a chorus of “you’re doing so good,” and “don’t stop, you’re almost there,” escaping her lips, it made Abby’s stomach turn in a way that wasn’t to do with her fear.

Warnings: Abby in-denial of liking women, oral (giving) very submissive Abby, scissoring, edging, ✨overstimulation✨ fingering, masturbation, hickeys ;)

“It’s…it’s too high.” Abby breathed out as she clasped onto the rail. Narrow was an understatement describing the minuscule path over the broken bridge. There was no other way, with seraphites waiting to ambush you and the others at the only other exit. It was this way or…

Abby peered down at the ground, so far that the truck beneath them was like a little dot on the ground.

That way. 

“Hey…” You say, softly, walking over to her and planting a comforting hand on her cheek. She seemed to settle at the warmth of it, only a little. 

“You can do this Abs.” You reassure her. She looks back down and you shake your head.

“Don’t. I’ll go in front of you, just keep your eyes on me.”

“I- Oh fuck….” She exclaims, shutting her eyes and breathing heavily. You hold her hand for a few seconds before letting it go and  starting to walk ahead.

“You’ve got this, come on.”

She watches as you walk effortlessly over the stretch of land. Hesitantly, she follows.

“That’s it Abs, you’re doing so good.” Abby feels herself flush at this. 

“I’m….afraid.” She admits. You stop and look back at her.

“You’re almost there Abby, look how far you’ve gotten! You’re so good okay?”

“Okay…” She says, following you again. She feels slightly more relaxed now, at least until she spots a long wooden beam.

“No….I can’t, I can’t.”

“Hold onto me.” You say, stepping cautiously backwards on the beam, taking in a deep breath to disclose your own fear. Your fear felt irrelevant, this was so much worse for her, and she was all you cared about. 

Abby reaches out and holds your hand.

“Good girl, just keep your eyes on me, one foot in front of the other.” You explain. Abby feels her stomach stir at your words. ‘Good girl.’ She thought, and the feeling returned.

‘Good girl.’ She repeated in her head. Same thing. 

Abby takes a step, then another, all the while focussing on your beautiful face. Something to ground her to reality, or at least the beam so she wouldn’t fall off and bring her best friend toppling down with her. 

Then finally, you were at the other side and she pulls you into a big hug. You feel her muscles and just the genuine size of her body. Fuck, it was indescribable, and in this moment in time you would rather be pushed off the beam than be pushed out of this hug. Abby was a physical person, probably the only person you would let touch you, let alone hug. 

“You did so fucking good Abs.” You see her avoid eye contact, the same flush you had noticed earlier returning. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Was it something I said?” You inquire. She shakes her head.

“Wh- what?” She asks. You shrug.

“Well, I mean you look really nervous.”

“I’m not.”

You take a step narrowly close to her, Abby still not looking you in the eye.

“You made the same face up on the bridge. I thought you were just nervous about falling but, well look at you, you can’t even look at me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Abby defends, quietly. You put a hand on her arm, gripping one of her biceps. 

“You’re so strong.” You say in an attempt to test your theory. Abby turns bright red, affirming your theory to be correct.

“You like when I praise you Abs?” You question. She shrugs.

“I don’t know.” You take this opportunity to press your mouth to her ear.

“You did so fucking good back there.” Abby feels her heat grow between her muscular thighs, her first definite indication of what all those stomach summersaults meant. Fuck. But she wasn’t gay. She’s not gay…

“You know, no one knows we’re back here, we should rest up here for a bit.” Abby doesn’t say anything.

“Abby?” 

“What? Oh…yep, yeah let’s rest.” She says, taking a seat against the wall. You sit beside her and she immediately feels her heartbeat quicken.

“How’s things with you and Owen?” You ask. She looks to you, confused.

“Non-existent. He’s with Mel and…well he wasn’t much of a partner, anyway. I’m glad we left it…where we did.” She explains. You nod.

“So you broke up with him then?”

“Well…he didn’t like how I would prioritise training and assignments over him…he suggested that we, um.”

“What a fucking idiot.” Abby laughs simply at the unexpectedness of what you say. “what…?” 

“No it’s just, I’m sure he’s a fine enough man if you dated him but…I’d never leave if I was dating a girl like you.” She feels her heart flutter at this, her breath growing more staggered. 

“You date girls?” She questions. You nod. 

“Don’t you?”

“What? No- no of course not when would I have- I mean I’ve only dated Owen.” Abby blurts out. You smirk slightly. 

“Well…that was a reaction.”

“I’m not- I’m not like homophobic though. I’m um…an ally.” Abby tries. You nod your head.

“An ally, huh? Well thanks for your service then, precious.” Silence lingers on for longer than Abby would like, but what she fills the silence with feels considerably worse.

“What’s it like?” She asks. You let out a short laugh. 

“What…dating girls?” Abby doesn’t say anything, her face heating up.

“Women are more intimidating I find because they have such high respect for themselves and others. Men don’t need much to sleep with you, I flirt with them sometimes for fun but with women it’s so much more intimate. Plus women know what to do with womens bodies…if you know what I mean.” You explain, nonchalantly. 

“I-“ Abby coughs awkwardly. “I see.” 

“What’s it like dating men?”

“Kind of boring. And a lot of responsibility. It’s their ego I think.” Abby says. You nod. 

“Sure.”

“Um…and kissing. Girls, I mean. What’s that like?” You smile, moving a little closer to her.

“Like nothing I could ever describe in words.”

“Why not?” Abby asks, a little upset by your answer. You shrug. 

“I could show you?” Abby’s eyes widen. Show... It feels like her heart is going to fall out of her chest and her stomach from her head or some such thing. Abby wanted to try though, it would be weird to make such a definitive opinion about only dating men if she’s never even tried anything else. And I mean it’s not like she’s gonna have some big revelation and start fucking girls, she knew who she was, this was just for fun. Not that kissing girls is fun, per say, but for thrill. 

“Okay.” Abby says, and you look at her, surprised. You don’t make your astonishment known to her though, you don’t want to scare her off. 

“Come here.” You say with a smile, and she somehow manages to avoid eye contact even to the point of when your lips connect. Her lips are so fucking soft. They’re around the same size as your own and they fit together perfectly, like they were meant to intertwine. You pull away, worried about what Abby thought. 

“Well?” You ask, simply. She doesn’t say anything, looking away kind of embarrassed.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed about, look I made you do it okay?” 

“No I’m not- I liked it, I think.”

“Really?”

“I mean, it was just a peck, but it was refreshing not having my mouth mushed against Owens scratchy beard.”

“Just a peck?” You ask, more offended than you probably should be. “Did I disappoint you?”

“That’s not what I me-“ You grab her cheeks and pull her into you, kissing her deeply and allowing her tongue to explore your mouth. She moans instinctively into the kiss, feeling the need for it more than she thought she would. 

When you pull away, there’s no light dialogue, no platonic lining to what was clearly sexual tension. Instead, just a lustful stare which you lay upon her body. 

“Too much?” You question, trying to read her expressions. 

“That was….” Abby began, her earlier flush returning with full-force. “Will you do that again?” Your attitude noticeably shifts 

“What do you say?” You tease, your voice low in a way that brought new sensations to the lower parts of Abby’s body. 

“Please.” Abby speaks quickly, not even hesitating. You nod.

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“I can do a lot more than just kiss. You want to know what it’s like with women right?” You question, and she’s still avoiding eye contact. You don’t really need an answer, you could tell from her starring, the way her skin turned red and hot, the way she’d get all flustered. It wasn’t just today either. Often you would go into the gym to bring people water wearing a tank top and admittedly some pretty skimpy shorts. You were told it was then and only then that Abby lost focus in the gym. She’d do less reps than usual, she wouldn’t be watching who she was spotting and she’d chug entire water bottles just to get another one from you. Denial aside, anyone could see Abby was into you clear as day. Well, except Abby you guessed.

“Yes.” Abby admits, looking anxiously between the ground and your body. 

“Show me where Owen’s touched you.” You begin, peeling off her shirt with ease. You put your hand on her neck. 

“Here?” You ask, looking up into her blue eyes. She nods.

“Yea.” She says simply. You drag your finger down to her collar bone. 

“Here?” She nods again and you lower your hands to her breasts. So fucking beautiful, and in a lace white bralet. Not very Abby of her. 

“Here?” You ask, cupping one of her tits over the bra. She shakes her head. You make an audible gasp.

“What? Owen didn’t touch you here?”

“Uh…no, not really.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know….it was more practical.” You laugh at this and she does too, easing some of the embarrassment.

“Practical? How romantic. So there was no…foreplay, talking, edging, nothing?”

“What’s edging?”

“Oh my god.” You remark, wondering how the fuck that excuse for a man ever got to do anything to her. 

“Fucking show me where he touched you.”

“You’re angry?”

“At him, yeah. You’re a woman. Fuck it, you don’t need him anyway, I’ll treat you like one.”

“It wasn’t that bad…” Abby tries as she recalls their rough, silent sex.

“He put his mouth over my neck, his hands on my hips and that’s about it. It was rough, usually from behind, he held my hair too.” She explains. You nod.

“Did he finger you?”

“Not exactly, I mean he didn’t put them in he just kind of…” Abby stopped, feeling embarrassed.

“Abby just relax. It’s just you and me here.”

“Okay…he just kind of played around, it didn’t feel like much.”

“Did he eat, like use his mouth?”

“Oh, no. He said that’s disgusting.” You feel your body about to fucking explore. Your eyes darken.

“Disgusting?” You question, scrambling to unzip her pants. You push them down to her ankles, exposing a black pair of boxers with a noticeable patch of wetness. You weren’t surprised that Abby would be turned on by the weirdest things. Experimenting with her best friend after almost falling to their deaths and being pursued by seraphites, for example. 

“I’m not gay.” She said as you run a delicate finger over her clothed pussy. The patch grew as you did and you just smirk widely. 

“Mmm, okay.” You say, putting your fingers in her boxers. She moans out as you do so. Fuck that was so fucking sexy.

“I haven’t even reached your charm point yet, Abs.” You say, coating your hand in her slick and just running it through her folds, letting the nerves in your fingertips familiarise themselves with her body. You didn’t want to stop until her body was as familiar as your own, and you didn’t plan on it. 

“Is this what he did? Teasing you, giving you some pleasure but not enough, touching what he doesn’t deserve, huh?” You babble before putting your middle finger on her clit and applying pressure. She lets out a gasp.

“What’s that? You want me to move my hands? Do you want me to run circles over your clit until you’re crying out and it’s swollen and pulsing beneath me? Tell me.”

“Yes I want it, stop fucking teasing me.”

“Alright, alright.” You coo, adding a second finger and moving your hand around, looking into her eyes as you do.

“Oh….fuck~” She moans, her voice still deep and composed.

“That’s it, make a nice mess in your boxers for me Abs, you’re doing so good.” She moans even harder.

“FUCK~ Mmphh, fuck-“

“Good girl Abs, you close? You gonna cum soon for me baby?”

“Fuck….fuck I’m so….yes, go faster.”

“Aw, I guess you leave your manners at the door when my hands are in this pretty pussy of yours, huh?”

“Sorry- I’m sorry please…please go fast I’m so close it hurts.” Abby cries. You smile brightly at her and fulfil her request. Who could deny such a pretty fucking girl, moaning and messy for you. Right as she’s about to cum, though, you remove your hand. She quite literally cries out, letting out the most desperate and attractive fucking wine you’ve ever heard. If you could bottle up that sound it would be worth millions, and you wouldn’t sell it for no one. 

“Wh…fuck…why?” She asks. You kiss her deeply, lying her down and crawling over her. 

“Pull the boxers down.” You instruct. She does so, quivering a little when her legs touch.

“Fuck yourself. Don’t stop until I say.” She gives you a startled look.

“Me? It’s embarrassing…”

You start kissing her neck and you suck on it hard. 

“I said I’d kiss you everywhere. Now put your hands in your fucking pussy and fuck yourself for me.” She does as you say, her nervousness vanishing when she felt the pleasure of her teased clit getting stroked the way she likes. You leave another hickey on the other side of her neck, then on her collarbone. 

“Fuck I’m gonna-“

“Stop.” You say, and she groans as she takes her hand out. 

“Why do you keep doing this?” She asks between breaths. You shrug.

“I just want you to feel good in every way possible before you cum.”

“It’s…mean.” You position your head between her thighs, leaving a hickey on her inner thigh.

“Wow, that looks so pretty there.” You remark before sucking on her clit.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck f….mmmm” 

You remove yourself and put in your index finger instead, liking the way it felt in her loosening hole. You add another one, then return to licking her glistening cunt.

“Fuck, please let me come. I get it- you’re….you’re better than Owen, is that what you want to- fuck…mmm, is that what you fucking….ah~ want to hear?” You pull away.

“I’ll let you come Abby, just stay still. Be patient.” She nods and you move your tongue quickly and skilfully over her clit. 

“Fuck….so good I’m gonna….please, please don’t stop.” She calls. And you don’t stop, not even when she orgasms all over face, not when her legs are shaking and you’re holding them down, forcing her onto your face.

“It’s too sensitive please stop.” She says, but she’s gripping your hair into her cunt. She fucking loved it. You don’t relent, not for many minutes. 

“How was that?” You ask when you finally decide oxygen is a requirement and not a suggestion.

“Fuck….you” She breathes, her eyes still shut. Abby’s still fucking entranced by her painfully executed orgasm. 

“Did you like it?” You repeat, ignoring her attitude. She rolls her eyes playfully. 

“Fine, fuck it was amazing.”

“Good. You know there’s one last thing we can do…if you still want to try everything, I mean.”

“You mean like…sex?” She questions, whispering the last word. You laugh.

“Yeah, adults can have sex, Abigail.”

“I know it’s just, I’m not-“

“Gay, so you keep saying. You can be a straight girl getting fucked by a woman if you prefer.”

She rolls her eyes again, trying to fight the smile approaching on her face and failing miserably. 

“I was serious.” She said, trying to keep even an ounce of her composure. You just laugh.

“So was I.” You reassure. And she nods.

“Fuck…what is wrong with me?” She says. You look at her, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I….you’re my friend.” Abby states. You nod.

“Best friend. Last time I checked.”

“Best friend.” She corrects. “And yet I want you to fuck me so bad. I’ve only ever dated Owen, what is wrong with me?”

“Nothing. Clearly you have needs that weren’t met, it’s only natural to want to explore your options. It’s unhealthy keeping…” You look at your hand, still coated in her slick. “All this in.” You add. She nods and takes off your shirt, revealing a black bra and a gorgeous pair of tits.

“Fuck…not gay but maybe…bi” she says, literally in awe of your figure. You laugh.

“Well, that’s progress.” You say, removing your pants. She fully takes off hers from where you had left them on her ankles and leans backwards on her elbows, looking nervous. 

“You’re gonna do so good Abby, just relax I’m here.” You encourage, positioning yourself. “Tell me when you feel my clit against yours.” She flushes at your words. She doesn’t need to tell you though, the gasp she let out did it for you. 

“Good girl, now rock your hips with mi- mmm that’s good, Abs.” And fuck, your praises could get her there. You both go faster and faster, you’re breathing doing the same. 

“Feels s’good.” Abby chants in your ear. You nod.

“It sure does, you’re so fucking perfect Abby.”

“Gonna….please can I?”

“That’s good baby, come with me.” You reassure her, and you swear you saw stars as the two of you cum, drenching your inner thighs with a mixture of each other. You open your eyes and admire her sweaty face.

“How do you rate it?” You ask, giving her one of those “pecks” she spoke of. “Better than men?”

“I’m not gay.” She says. You nod.

“Mhm, and that’s not your DNA in my mouth.”

“I-“

“Come on, let’s get out of this fucked building. No pun intended.”

“Yeah.” Mumbles Abby.

(I reposted this and made a few edit's cause I didn't love how the last one turned out.)

𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ;)

Warnings: 𝕊𝕦𝕓 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤 (𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔, 18+ only (or whtv age of consent is)

With all these new recruits, you had had to sacrifice the peace and privacy of having your own dorm. Now, you shared with one of your friends, Mia, but she was a clean freak and always drilled you for leaving clothes on the floor. Not only that, but she slept early so you could never have the light on or friends over. She always took your clothes but never let you borrow hers and worst of all she was just fucking there. You needed time alone, at least on occasion.

You wanted to just share Abby’s apartment, but Isaac didn’t allow it. You hadn’t had sex or any form of action with her in almost a week and it was driving you both mad.  You were feeling hot and Mia wouldn’t stop rolling around, so you decide to go out to the kitchen to get a drink.

You open the fridge, scanning the contents with your eyes and grabbing a jug of water. You jump and almost drop it when you close the fridge door and reveal an eager looking Abby Anderson, starring back at you with her pretty blue eyes.

“Did I scare you?” Abby hums, taking in your figure. You were wearing short, pyjama shorts and a white tank top which was admittedly a little small for you and consequently revealed a little more than what most people needed to see. 

“I didn’t know anyone was up, that’s all…I came to grab a drink.” “Mmm…” Abby hums, walking towards you until you’re leaning back against the bench. 

“Abby, I am not going to take you right here…do you know how many people there are? The chances of someone coming out here is…”

“I’m so fucking wet.” Abby blurts out, looking away sort of embarrassed.  “I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you… feels like I can’t breathe.” You flip her around so that she’s the one against the bench now and you place one of your hands down her long pyjama pants.

You eyes widen and your smile matches it. 

“No underwear, Abby?” You question, still smirking. She flushes.

“I…it’s comfier…” 

“Ah I see, so it wasn’t because you wanted to give your girl easy access? Fuck…you’re so wet.” You murmur erotically. Abbys thoughts scramble and she looks so fucking adorable. So embarrassed and needy, you were reconsidering what you had said to her before, taking her right here didn’t seem so bad.

“Abby?” You ask, more like an enchantment as you start teasing her clit with your middle fingers. She puts a hand to her mouth to stop the sounds and lets out a high pitched sound. You tilt your head, fucking encapsulated by her. 

“Did you miss me?” Abby’s eyes roll back, she’s still covering her mouth. You increase the pace.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Y…es…fuck why did these…people have to…mmm” Abby babbles. You start sucking on her neck, enjoying the feeling of the slick painting your fingertips. You lower your hand down and start moving only the tip of your fingers in…and out.

“Mmph…” Abby whimpers, you smile knowingly at her. 

“If I go any faster, Abigail, we’ll wake up everyone on the floor.”

“Pl…please I…I can be quiet for you I promise.”

“Oh but how can I know that, pretty girl?” You ask, maintaining your painfully slow pace. Abby cries out again.

“please.” You exhale sharply before putting the rest of your fingers in. 

“I did that because I wanted to, not because you fucking asked for it, yeah?” She nods, her eyes going crazy.

“Mhm..” She replies, still muffling her moans with her hand. 

It’s not long before your manipulation causes her to cling on to your arm harshly and she’s bucking her hips into your fingers.

“W…wait.” She sighs. You stop what you’re doing and it looks as if the act of stopping causes her physical pain she wants it that bad.

“Baby if you wanted to try edging you should have said that a long time ago cause…” You look at your glistening hand. She blushes.

“It’s not that, can…mmm…will you use your tongue? I don’t want to finish so soon.”

“Abby we’re in a public space…”

“I’ll do anything.” Your smile widens, your eyes darkening at her words.

“You better stay true to that deal if you know what’s good for you. 

She nods and you lower her pants to her ankles, spreading her thighs with your hands. You kiss both thighs before licking a long stripe up Abby’s dripping cunt, eager and almost sloppy. You move your nose up to her clit, circling your head around and getting loud moans in response. Not taking a breath, you dig your nails into her thigh to warn her to be quiet, and you hear the moans soften to desperate sighs and whimpers.

“Oh fuck….fuck…” Is all Abby manages, putting a large hand on your head and putting more of her in your mouth. You smile between her and move your tongue so fast she’s cumming in what seems like the blink of an eye.

“Ahh…mmmm….fuck fuck f….” She thrusts her pussy into your mouth, her slick completely coating your face. Before she has the chance to revel in it though, you hear footsteps and quickly stand up, Abby desperately trying to cover herself.

A flashlight turns on, illuminating Owens face. He watches Abby’s satisfied expression and your glistening face, immediately realising what you two had just done. He covers his eyes with the palm of his hand.

“What the fuck guys, get a room.” Abby scrambles to put her pants back on.

“We would if there weren’t so many new recruits everywhere.” You retort, annoyed. Owen starts backing away, hand still over his eyes.

“I’m leaving just….okay….” He says. 

Once he’s finally gone you two both let out a hushed laugh.

“Oh my fucking god.” Abby laughs, wrapping you in a warm hug. You smile back.

“Told you you were loud.”