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MINORS DNI

NOTES: This is entirely inspired by “Pushing it down and praying” by Lizzy McAlpine, thought about Abby listening to it last night and this is the product of that, as always very short

WARNINGS: fem!reader (not verbally gendered, but reader does have a vagina), sex with a man (relatively brief), bad sex, emotional cheating? (you think of Abby while having sex with your boyfriend), fingering, dirty talk, Abby tops, male orgasm, faking an orgasm, overstimulation (if u squint)

You want to feel bad. Really, you do. You’re on your back, clutching tightly to the shoulders of your ever so eager boyfriend as he thrusts sloppily inside of you. He grunts, pathetically, you think. Every muffled praise and compliment falls out of your ears and stumbles from your lips in manual moans and gasps that spur him to think you are actually enjoying yourself. He angles his hips in a way that makes your teeth grind down, and everything just feels wrong—it always feels wrong.

It starts as only a thought. Fleeting and unimportant, your thighs bracketing either side of his hips, it’s familiar. You squint at the ceiling, the fleeting thoughts tumbling to the forefront of your mind in vivid memories.

“Oh, Abby!” You remember how you gasped, how your fingers dug into the rippling muscle of her back that made her laugh. Her fingers would drive deeper inside your cunt, thumb brushing your oh-so sensitive clit. She felt so lucky to get you like this, practically crying before she’s even started.

“God, you’re such a mess for me, baby,” she breathes, forearm tensing, fingers curling inside of you. You writhe against the bed, arching your back while her hot breath fans against your neck, hips bucking desperately to try and get her fingers deeper inside you and she laughs, “So impatient too, you miss me that much?”

You remember how she’d tug your legs further up her hips, press her thighs behind your own with a palm pressing down on your writhing hips. She’d press her fingers deeper then, swirl your slick across your aching clit. You’d babble and a string of curses mixed with the sound of her name would tumble from your lips, every stroke of her fingers hitting that spongy soft spot inside of you that she hits perfectly every single time. Gradually she picks up her pace, holding you down by your stomach as you try to run away from the tingling pleasure creeping through your cunt, down to your toes. You get louder, voice pitchy and whiny, your fingers grip her forearms as it flexes and when you cum—hard—she kisses you.

Your thighs shake violently at her sides and under her palm and you can barely kiss her back without crying into her mouth as she licks into yours, “That’s it baby, come on just a little more,” she fucks the cum out of you, your cunt spasming around her fingers and tears fall down your cheeks.

“Fuck baby, you gonna cum?” His voice comes back to you, grating. His off-timed strokes ruining the perfect image of Abby’s figure that had replaced him for those blissful few minutes. Your face falls but not before you realize, and a shrill, overdone, shriek of a moan comes from your chest.

He topples over you, spilling out into the condom, kissing the side of your face as he turns his body onto his back at your side.

“You okay? Thought I lost you for a second there,” he laughs. And you laugh along, rubbing your eyes in faux drowsiness, trying to feel guilty.