WrestleQuest Smut

I finally caved in and wrote a short smut piece for one of my quests. Non-canon and NSFW.
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“K-knock knock!”

Abby creeps in through the door to the TWA, which is empty, all except for you. Tomorrow night is the finals of Make and Impact, where it's down to just you and Terry. You'd be feeling very lonely without all your companions right about now, if it weren't for a certain shy gal working in the makeup department. Abby's been there for you throughout this entire competition, always ready to give you her support and, quietly, cheer you on. She's taken a lot of crap from Proxy and the other higher ups while she's been trying to work, but to her credit, she never gave up. You suspect she stuck with this job so long because she wanted to stay by your side. One thing you know for certain, though... you're going to have her by your side tonight.

“Hey Abby,” you smile, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Come on in.”

Abby approaches you, a little hesitant. “Y-you wanted to meet with me here, right?”

She's wearing a black dress, to your surprise. She looks amazing, and it seems she knows exactly what this is about.

You stand up and place your hands on her hips. “Abby... thank you.”

“F-for what?” Abby asks.

“What else?” you laugh. “You've always been there for me. You've always been right by my side, caring for me. And I've never properly thanked you for that.”

Abby blushes. “W-well, y'know... we're best friends! What are friends for?”

You pinch her hips and pull her in a little closer. “Abby... let's stop pretending. We both want more than that.

“R-Robin...” Abby mumbles. In a shocking move, it's Abby who takes the initiative, planting her lips on yours, and wrapping her arms around your neck. “Oh, Robin... I love you. This whole time I've always loved you.”

“I know, Abby...” you mutter. “And I'm so sorry for how I've treated you. I was stupid, and I want to make it up to you. You've watched me run around, flirting with other girl, while I refused to see the person I really wanted to be with was right with me the whole time. None of them mattered to me like you do. Not Kim, not Jess, not Patty, not Astro... it's you, Abby. It's always been you.”

Abby smiles, as you can see her getting quite misty eyed. Abby has always been quick to cry, but you're happy knowing these are tears of joy.

You embrace Abby, before falling back onto the bed with her. She's a small girl, but feeling her weight pressed atop your chest as she straddles you, the feel of her crotch underneath her dress rubbing against you, your pants begin to stir.

Abby notices as something sharp pokes into her thigh, and she blushes. “I... I should get undressed, shouldn't I?”

“If you want,” you reply.

Abby nods as she steps off you and reaches for the zipper of her dress. “Hang on!” you exclaim, before shooting off of the bed.

“D-did I do something wrong?” Abby asks. “Robin, I'm so sorry! I can't believe I disappointed you!”

You shake your head and laugh as you approach the security camera, and pull the wires from it. “I know you'd hate someone watching you,” you state.

Abby breaths a sigh of relief, as you march up to her and kiss her again. She places both of her hands on your chest and gives a little nudge, which you soon realise is her nervous attempts to push you back onto the bed. Well, you're a wrestler, and you know how to take bumps, so you indulge her as you fall back onto the foot of your bed. As you look up at Abby, she tries to work the zipper on the back of her dress.

“Ah... it's a little stuck...” Abby whines, before turning around. “Robin, help me...”

You chuckle lightly as you sit up, and pull the zipper down on her dress, revealing her pale bare back. She turns around and lets the dress drop, as you notice her tight white bra and panties. She blushes as she catches you staring, before crawling on top of you. She cups your face in her hands as she leans in for another lengthy, passionate kiss, your tongue rolling around in her mouth as you run your hands up her smooth back, reaching for her bra-strap, you unhook it, as Abby immediately places her hands over her breasts, covering them in embarrassment.

“It's okay...” you whisper, as you place your hands over her, slowly pulling them away. Abby blushes as she reveals to you her breasts, in all their glory. There is something so perfect in her eyes as she looks at you, something disarming. A vulnerability that you just can't resist as you see her naked for the first time. Your eyes slowly lower from her face down to her breasts. They look different than they did when contained by the bra, or concealed under her various t-shirts. They sit lower, more natural, less close together, both of them perfect and molded to her form. You notice a small freckle hanging slightly above her left nipple. Adorable, just like Abby herself.

Your eyes don't linger on her breasts long, only long enough for her to see how beautiful you find her. You look back up at her eyes, her soft vulnerable eyes. They are what you want to see, and your hands tell you the rest, as you begin to knead her soft breasts. She lets out a soft, embarrassed moan, as you sit up, wrapping your arm around her and pulling her closer to you by the waist. You lightly kiss her stomach, and continue to run kisses up her body, until you reach her chest, and you find your tongue meeting with her nipple, rolling your tongue around the areola, and lightly sucking, her nipple hardening in response to your touch.

“R-Robin...” Abby mutters, pulling you back. Her plump ass is rubbing so much against your crotch, you can barely keep control of your own thoughts.

“Something wrong, Abby?” you ask.

“No, it's just...” she pauses, hesitant to reply. “I... I have no idea what I'm doing.”

Oh... of course. This is Abby's first time, isn't it. “Well... I'm hardly an expert either,” you laugh, “But let me take the lead.”

Abby giggles as you roll her over on the bed, her legs now hanging in the air, and your crotch meeting with hers. “Are you ready?” you ask her.

Abby nods enthusiastically. “O-of course! Fill me up! Oh... that didn't sound right...”

The two of you share a laugh, as you pull down your pants. The two of you stare into each-others eyes as you enter her. She wraps her legs around your back and clings to you, letting out high-pitched excited squeals as you thrust into her.

The act itself didn't last as long as you would have liked. Perhaps it was the sheer excitement of finally spending the night with Abby, coupled with the excitement of the finals tomorrow. Maybe it's because it just felt so damn good inside her, her insides being a warm and inviting as she's always been. Whatever the cause, you spent yourself inside her within five minutes. You feel guilty letting it be over that quick, but Abby clearly doesn't seem to mind, as she breathes heavily beneath you, her breasts heaving with every gasps. Both of you drenched in sweat, you collapse atop her, as the two of you begin to whisper into the other's ear.

“Was that what you imagined, Abby?”

“It's a lot... stickier than I pictured, but I enjoyed it. I... I'm glad it was with you.”

“I'm sorry, next time will be longer, I promise.”

“Oh... it's okay. It was probably my fault, maybe I was being too rough?”

“Don't worry Abby, you weren't.”

“Oh... okay. I still enjoyed it... a-a lot.”

“Just so you know, this is only the start of me apologising to you. When I win that contract tomorrow, first thing I'm going to do is take you out to the best restaurant in town.”

“Robin... I love you.”

“I love you too, Abby.”