A/N: Okay. So I wrote the first chapter of this about a month ago for the Kink Meme over at the Community 101 Livejournal. The prompt was: Evil Abed/Britta. Evil Abed decides the best way to escape the Dreamatorium is by seducing Britta instead of crushing her psyche. D/s but consensual. The second chapter I wrote because I promised MC Aitlyn (who wrote the greatest piece of Community fanfiction I've ever read, Loose Ends, which you should go and read if you haven't already for some reason) I'd write a threesome featuring Troy and Abed. Since I'm lazy I decided to just recycle the first chapter
"You say your name is Evil Abed- which does not throw me because I'm a therapist- so let's talk about evil," Britta says, clutching her pen between her thumb and forefinger.
The look he gives her makes her shudder. She tells herself its fear, and that's not entirely a lie. Abed does look fairly intimidating, in spite of the goofy looking felt goatee on his face. But there's a leering quality to his stare, something confident and knowing in the way his eyes rake her body in that moment that causes a little bit of heat to flood into her belly. And a little bit of wetness to pool in her panties.
What was wrong with her? Why was she having these kinds of thoughts about Abed? He was an innocent. And why now, when he was acting so strangely?
"Y-you know what," she says, shifting her thighs, "Maybe I should talk to good Abed instead."
Abed stands, abruptly, and Britta flinches. He chuckles, and the sound causes her cheeks to redden. He makes his way over to her at a slow, deliberate pace, and with each step he takes towards her her heart starts to beat a little bit faster. She feels her legs part, and she slumps down into her chair.
"Have you had sex, Britta, since Blade came into town?" Evil Abed asks.
"Um… no…" Britta says, too distracted by him, his closeness, the way he smells and the large, prominent bulge in his pants to fully concentrate on the question. She reaches out, instinctively, and rubs that bulge. It's thick, and warm. She wonders idly what it tastes like.
"You were so horny that night, I could tell…" Abed breathed, shutting his eyes and rolling his head back as she squeezes at his shaft. "Take it out." It's undoubtedly a command, but there's no edge to it. And no question that she'll obey.
She unzips his jeans, and his penis flops out into her hands. It's long and thick, and even warmer now that she's not feeling it through layers of denim and cotton. She runs her hand down his length, appreciating the way he hisses sharply at her touch.
"Take off your clothes," he says again, in the low, slow voice that makes her pussy ache with a feeling of emptiness. She complies, pulling her thin shirt up over her head, but he's not done talking. "You really enjoy having sex with Blade." It wasn't a question, but he waited for her to respond.
"Yes." She bent over in her chair, undoing the laces of her shoes.
"Because he treated you like you thought you deserved to be treated. Like a whore. Like an object." Abed was jacking off now, slowly and idly, keeping himself fully hard and impressive looking. Britta appreciates that.
"Yes." She said again as she lifts her tank top up and over her head.
"You like that. It gets you off."
"Yes." She looks up at him, biting her lip as she removes her bra. It's cold in the Dreamatorium, and her nipples harden instantly.
"Good." He says. She lifts her butt up off the chair, letting her wiggle her pants and panties off, not wanting to stand up before he tells her to. She's naked now, and she looks up at him, smiling. He reaches down and strokes her cheek. It's the first time he's touched her and she leans into his hand, trying to feel more of him. "Good girl."
She shudders again. Part of her knows this is totally inappropriate. That she shouldn't be this wet from the demeaning things Abed has been saying. That she shouldn't be in total, complete agreement with everyone of them, much less saying so out loud. But that part of her could fuck off. She was horny. And Troy was gone.
"Get on your knees." Her legs are weaker than she thought they'd be, and she stumbles a bit as she stands, almost falling over. But Abed catches her, grabbing her arm. His hand is so warm, and he starts rubbing his thumb up and against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He stares into her eyes and she feels all the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight.
"Blade didn't know how to appreciate you. He took you for granted. Just like Lame Abed did," Evil Abed said. She felt herself melt against him as he pulled her against his body. She could feel his manhood pressed in-between them. "You look like Elizebeth Shue…" His voice is different then; it sounded almost reverent. But Evil Abed kisses her before she can really process what that means, and she loses the ability to think straight as his tongue invades her mouth.
His fingers find the opening of her cunt and he pushes into her, mercilessly finger fucking her as he devours her mouth. She moans uncontrollably, which only seems to make him redouble his efforts. His thumb presses into her clit and she grabs at his shoulders to steady herself.
"I changed my mind," he says, breaking the kiss to whisper into her ear. "Blowjobs are Lame. Come here." He removes his fingers, and she whines, but Abed grabs her hand and leads her back over to his chair. He plants her in it, spreading her legs wide and stepping in front of her and lining his thick, throbbing erection against the slick opening of her cunt.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Britta?" he asks, staring at her with that leer again as he rubs the back of her neck. He's smiling, and he must already know the answer. But he seems to want to hear the words.
"Yes. Fuck me, Abed. Please." Her voice is thick and lustful, and she's saying the words through gritted teeth. "Please fuck me."
He smiles, caressing her face again. Then he slowly, delicately pierces her entrance. She cries out, grasping at him. It had been a long time for her, almost a year even. And he had her feeling so sensitive, so riled up. Abed seems to be able to tell, and he's gentle at first, with shallow, even strokes. Despite his claims that he was Evil, Abed had been gentle this entire time. Except in the exact, perfect ways she didn't want him to be.
Soon, though, she's urging him on, pulling him into her with greater and greater force. He seems more than happy to comply, and soon he's jackhammering into her and she's screaming, her face and chest red and slick with perspiration. He's whispering into her ear, calling her a whore and a cunt and a liar, telling her that she loves cum and that he's going to fuck her until she can't walk and all kind of other nasty, evil things that makes her juices flow all the more freely. She loses count of the number of times she comes, one orgasm building and cresting into another as Abed fucks her relentlessly. Soon, though, his rhythm begins to break down and he's just pumping into her as hard as he can. His dick spasms inside her, and she can feel a rush of something warm and wet come out of him, and he collapses onto her in the chair.
She clutches at him, tears streaming out of her face as she sobs. He runs a hand down her back as he pants, heavily. He's shriveling inside of her now, but makes no move to pull out. She doesn't complain.
"I've… been reconsidering the merits of this timeline," he finally says after catching his breath. "Maybe it's not as dark as I thought."
She's still too far gone to understand what that's supposed to mean. She's still trembling, still feeling the aftereffects of what Abed's just done to her. She doesn't object as he scoops her up into his arms and carries her out of the Dreamatorium.