The Crucible Abigail Williams/John Proctor Fanfic (Smut)

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Sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, John Proctor struggled to organize his thoughts. It was a Tuesday night, which was significant to his past affair with a teenage girl. Each week on this evening, Reverend Parris held an extra service that most residents of Salem attended, including his daughter Betty. Leaving his niece, Abigail Williams, alone in an empty house.
John hadn't seen Abigail in almost a month, and felt that he had come to his senses. His wife was extremely important to him, and he wasn't interested in keeping a guilty conscience any longer. He planned on making this the night that he would speak with Abigail, to make it clear that they will no longer be seeing each other under any circumstances.
Trying to work through his untangled thoughts, he swung between the ideas of being aggressive and being kind. Knowing he only had about an hour until the service ended, he stood up from the table, remaining inconclusive. There was no easy way to do this, and worrying would only make it more difficult. Ignoring his impeding thoughts, John headed out the door. An air of determination surrounded him as he walked to the Parris house, fists balled as if he were storming into battle.
He gave two subtle knocks on the shaky wooden door before letting himself in and climbing the stairs. He turned the corner, immediately his eyes were drawn to a thin, black nightgown, revealing soft, pale legs. Abigail sat up quickly in her bed. "John. I knew you'd come." He swallowed his temptation. "I didn't know how much longer I could wait," she smirked, eyes bright. His sight shifted upwards, to the loosely tied neckline hanging far beneath her collar bones. "Abigail, that is not why I'm here," he started sternly. Ignoring the meaning behind his words, she laughed quietly. "Abigail? What happened to Abby?" Moving to the edge of the mattress, she tucked her knees beneath her like a child.
John took a few steps into the room. "I'm here to make something very clear to you, Abigail."
She pursed her lips, tilting her head slightly.
"You and I--" he licked his lips pensively.  "--Will not be seeing each other ANY longer."
Abigail quietly got off the bed walking  towards him, John's eyes drifted down to the long dark hair floating around her waist.
He looked up, their eyes met. Silence. John nervously adjusted the sleeve of his loose, white shirt.
"But-" Abigail started, "why would you deny yourself of something you want so badly?" She placed her hand on the front of his hipbone. He took a moment to exhale before swatting her hand away and walking past her into the centre of the room.
"This isn't negotiable, Abby!" He raised his voice, eyebrows furrowed.
"That's more like it!" She giggled and bit her bottom lip.
Repressing his frustration, John said in a more calm tone, "it's over, Abby. There's no easy way to do this, but I know as well as you do that this can't continue. And I mean it this time! Let's not make this any harder than it has to be. We can both move on from this."
Abigail and her puppy dog eyes came over to John, as she became close she spoke, "I know you, John." She began sliding her hands down his chest, "I can picture you a week from now, lying in bed and thinking about how good I make you feel."
John began to weaken, her hands becoming dangerously low on his abdomen before he grabbed her wrists and pushed her away gently.
Trying not to show emotion, he said "You need to be mature about this Abigail! Sit down and talk to me like an adult!" He crossed the room angrily and thumped himself down onto a wooden chair. Lips pressed together and jaw clenched, he gestured for her to sit in the chair next to him.
Abigail beelined to straddle him on the chair, pressing her body into his. It became apparent to John that she was not wearing anything under her nightgown. The feeling of her warm naked body so close to him made his head spin, something about her always made him lose control.
He closed his eyes, wishing to wake up from a strange dream but instead began breathing heavily, as Abigail's fingers brushed at the firmness beneath his pants. She started to suck on his neck while palming his bulge. John opened his eyes, wanting to say something to stop her, but he couldn't form words. Within seconds, he lost all sign of reason. He grabbed under her legs, carrying her to the bed. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he kissed her passionately. The kiss quickly created more heat between them, only stopping for Abigail to rip John's shirt off over his head. He took off his boots, socks, and belt, rushing to get his lips back to hers. Their pulses quickened, wanting each other so desperately.
He began to reach his hand up her nightgown. Once touching the warm skin of her inner thighs, John knew couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed the bottom of the nightgown and pulled it over Abigail's head, leaving her completely bare. She laid back onto the bed, arms overhead. without taking his eyes off of her, he slipped his pants off. John's hunger for her made her laugh with excitement, he dove down allowing his lips to find hers again.
He began rubbing her clit with his thumb, making her squirm with anticipation. John became completely hard, motivating Abigail to wrap her fingers around his length, pumping slowly. He slipped a finger inside her, knowing exactly how to touch her to make a soft moan escape her lips. He put in another finger, the pace of both of their movements quickening. Without stopping, Abigail turned her cheek to say between heavy breaths, "is this mature enough for you?" She drove him crazy. John nipped at her neck, making her scream with pleasure. She turned her head back to make their mouths meet once again. John placed his on the bed above her shoulders, shifting his weight forward. Abigail grabbed his sides, letting him take control as he slowly pushed his length into her. He groaned as he continuously grinded his hips into hers. She gripped the sides of the bed, letting sound come out with each breath. John lowered his body down so her breasts were pressed against him, pushing them up with every thrust.
The intensity was increasing, forcing John to break their mouths apart. He left wet, rough kisses down her neck and chest. Heat was running through every inch of Abigail's body, she scratched her nails down his back, pressing herself into him as hard as she could.