★ anie ★

you had brief conversations with the last few customers, topping off their drinks and closing out their tabs. you had started your closing tasks forty five minutes ago so you wouldn’t be stuck doing them for an hour after the doors locked.

the last customer stumbled out of the dirty bar, you locking up right behind them. you tipped out the other staff, watching them leave for the night. the bar you worked at - last call wasn’t that nice, and being on the outskirts of a big city with dim neon lights wasn’t the best way to attract customers.

the bar was quite small, you, the bar manger, another bartender rotated through the week, you typically worked weekends. There was one waitress on staff and a line cook on a good day. it’s truly a wonder that you still have a bar to serve drinks at with how slow it’s been lately.

there was also a bouncer to card people at the door, especially on weekends it saved everyone so much time. the bouncer, abby. oh my god…abby…she was everything you could ever dream of. she was buff, tall, beautiful green eyes. she was fucking hot.

you still remember the first time you saw her outside the front door, smiling at the pretty girls that came through. you watched her do it to dozens of pretty girls and well, you hated every single one of them.

she, without a doubt, always came in when you were closing to try and ask you out. after months of her hitting on you and your repeated rejections, you called her on her shit one night for flirting with some girls in line.

you started bickering back and forth and it ended up in the bathroom with you bent over the sink as her large hands bruised your hips with every thrust she gave you. you had been seeing each other off and on ever since.

you wouldn’t call her your girlfriend, but neither of you were seeing other people. the sex was, well i mean, it was better than anybody you had been with before. Something about the way she knew all of your tells….really got to you in ways not many people before could.

abby came in through the back door that wasn’t yet locked. she had to help the last customer get into a cab since they were too fucking hammered to do it. she typically always waited for you anyway if you both worked closing shifts on saturday. you always ended up in her bed anyway.

she sits on the closest stool, resting her head on the bar top, looking up at you from her spot.

“fuck, i think that’s the busiest it’s been in months, hope you made some money?” she chuckles, watching your back as you shelve liquor bottles.

“made just over 800 after tipping everyone out, so pretty good Saturday night.” you smile, turning around to fully acknowledge the blonde.

“do i not get a tip for all my hard work? they all probably lined up to see me anyway.” she winks, eyes following you as you walk from behind the bar with your bag.

you hummed, rolling your eyes. “oh fuck off, they came here for me, who wouldn’t want their drinks poured by yours truly.” you smile tiredly as she stands right in front of you, hands reaching out to touch you.

Abby just shakes her head in response, hands moving to your hips. “you look tired baby, worked so hard tonight” she mutters, “bet you’re sore, hm?”

you let out a sigh, nodding in agreement. “Yeah I’ve been here over 13 hours, just wanna go home and watch some shit tv.”

“or…” Abby trails off, a slight smirk on her lips. “you can let me take care of you, just the way you like me to do.” she nips at the side of your neck, “come to my place, i’ll bring you to your car tomorrow before your shift.” she was hard to say no to, you thought as you nodded.

without skipping a beat, she walks you out to her car, and opening the passenger door so you can crawl in.

the drive to abby’s apartment was quiet, just the sound of the fall breeze seeping through the slightly open sunroof. her dominant hand was rested on your thigh, rubbing reassuring circles against the skin.

“starting to get cold, might want to swap the shorts out for jeans sweetheart.” she hums, turning onto her street.

“it’s not that cold, abby, i’m fine.” you respond quietly, more focused on what was happening outside the passenger window as you go down the very familiar street.

“you’ve got goosebumps honey, or is that just from my hand on your thigh?” she quips, turning into her parking spot and turning the car off.

you scoff at the woman, getting out of the car with your bag. abby laughs at your faux attitude and lets you lead the way to her apartment door.

once inside, you shed your shoes and head for the bathroom to wash your face and change into one of abby’s shirts.

staying at abby’s was always nice, you admit to yourself. ‘she has good face wash and shower stuff, plus her clothes are pretty comfy.’ you think to yourself, wetting your toothbrush that you definitely didn’t get for the purpose of leaving it at abby’s house.

you knew deep down you saw something for you and abby in the future, but you shake the thought while you brush your teeth.

once you rid of everything reminding you of your last shift you walk into abby’s bedroom, lying on the bed. she looks over to you from her closet, smiling.

“poor baby, so exhausted hm?” she hums, climbing on her bed, hovering over you slightly. Her hands played with the hem of her shirt you were wearing, running her fingers along the flesh underneath the loose fabric.

she ran her finger delicately over the center of your panties, which only made you whimper out of impatience, writing under her soft touch. she gently holds you in place with her other hand, resting it on your thigh.

“aw cmon baby let me take my time with you,” She rubbed gentle circles over your clothed clit as she spoke, “always working so hard…..you deserve this. you deserve to let someone else take care of you.”

she lifts the shirt you had on ever so slightly, just to get a view of your midriff, she moves her eyes down to her finger, still rubbing slow, gentle circles over you.

abby notices the growing damp spot on your pink panties, smiling in amusement.

“i keep hearing you whimper, if you want something from me you just gotta ask sweetheart.” she takes her finger away watching you twitch and pout from disappointment. “oh baby it’s alright, just ask me for what you want. it’s not that hard sweet girl.”

“i want you to touch me abby, please.” the plead left your mouth meekly, you looked up into her eyes hoping she’d give in easily this time.

she thinks for a moment before slowly ridding you of your panties, guiding them off your ankles and tossing them aside.

“i’ll give you what you want this time, only because you’re so exhausted.” she smiles, rubbing your clit once more….only quicker.

abby chewed on her bottom lip as she moved her finger to your entrance, dipping it just past the opening which was enough to make you gasp. She takes her hand away, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. it was like honey to her, she could never get enough.

without a pause she moves her body further down the bed, her head snugly between your thighs.

“i’m gonna…” she starts, sliding her middle finger inside you slowly before continuing, “fuck you on my fingers and taste you. s’that alright honey? can I taste you?” abby begs. she doesn’t even know why she begs because with the way you’re arching your back into her touch, that you’ll let her do anything.

her tongue comes into contact with your clit, licking softly as her finger slides in and out of you at a rough pace. she adds her ring finger once she feels that you’re ready.

“oh….fuck abby…just like that…..” you whine quietly, her other hand still gently holding you to the mattress.

your sounds only egg her on more, her mouth licking and sucking like she found water in the desert. abby was one hundred percent in love with you, even sex to her was something more than just getting off.

she wanted to please you, that was her life’s purpose. she wanted to do everything for you, she doesn’t want you to lift another finger for the rest of your life.

“cmon baby….give it to me….wanna taste you when you cum on my face….cmon honey.” she mutters against you, her pace not wavering after you moaned “right there” oh so beautifully.

you came with a mantra of her name and ‘thank yous’ leaving your lips, she licked up every drop with a thankful groan, kissing your thighs gently. closing her eyes for a moment to fully savor the taste of your cum on her tongue.

“abby?” you question, fingers tangled in her blonde hair.

“hm?” she asks, perking her head up and resting it on your stomach.

“can you…please fuck me? i wanna cum on your cock….” you half ask half whine. She kisses the flesh her head once rested on before standing upright.

she rummaged through her drawer before find what she needs, sliding the harness over her pajama pants and fastening it.

when she turned back to you, you were sat up against the headboard, legs spread. her shirt hangs by your thighs and your hand mindlessly playing with your clit.

“so fucking pretty…..but i don’t want you doing anything, relax sweetheart.” She smiles, climbing on the bed, inserting herself between your thighs. She teases you by running the tip along your folds, purposely rubbing a few lazy circles over your clit.

when abby finally slides herself inside you both let out a soft gasp, abby was mocking you more than anything, but it sent a fire into the pit of your stomach.

“cmon baby don’t think….just take me, all of me baby….just like that.” the blonde gasps when she bottoms out, gently grabbing your chin looking into your eyes as she starts thrusting at an almost cruel pace.

you were a stuttering, moaning mess, leaving red scratch marks down her freckled back. the sound of your skin against hers and the bang of the headboard keeping you alert.

“abby…fuck…feels so good mm” you whimper, gasping when her thrusts quicken when she notices that you’re close to cumming.

“cmon baby…cmon. cum for me pretty baby….let me see you cum for me.” she urges, coaxing you through your second orgasm. she fucks you through it, slowing down to a stop.

“good girl….such a good fucking girl.” abby praises, carefully pulling out of you so she can toss the harness aside. she climbs into bed with you after cleaning you up, tracing shapes on the nape of your neck.

“i love you abby….” you whisper, almost asleep.

That was also when he found out you could squirt for him, and oh fuck that sight was like a drug to him. He was addicted to watching you gush all over his face, fingers, and especially his cock. He loved recording it too, you were just so fucking good for him he couldn’t get enough of watching how his dick got lost in your cunt. He reassured he would never dare let anyone feast their eyes on such a sight, if anybody ever caught a glance at one of your home videos he would grab his .44 and shoot them right in the fucking face. 

And you knew it too. And fuck it made you wet. If you two were out and a guy stares at you for a little long you didn't have to look at Toji to know that he subtly flashed his gun that rested in the waistband of his pants. Safe to say the guy fucked off after that. He was possessive but he couldn’t let a pretty little thing like yourself get taken from him, he would one hundred percent crash out a kill a motherfucker if he lost you to some fucking guy. 

“Toji, I’m not gonna let some dude steal me from you, are you fucking stupid?” Is what you’d always tell him and without missing a beat he would always answer with a scoff. “Yeah yeah but if some guy whisked you away I would fucking snipe him.” 

At the end of the day though? You both matched each other's freak so well. You were just as nasty as him in his eyes. I mean why else would you suggest grinding your soaked cunt against his thigh for three hours as foreplay? Why would you beg him to fuck your throat and cum in your mouth? You were just as fucking nasty as him. 

He had you on your side, laid behind you stroking his cock a few times,  his phone was propped up on his dresser, a full view of everything that was happening. He pushed into you without a warning,  a groan leaving his throat. He started  kissing the back of your neck as he began to fuck you with all his strenth. He was making such a mess of you and he just started. 

“Fuck toji-! You’re so deep!” You threw your head back in pure ecstasy, god he fucked you so good, hitting the best spots inside you. You glanced at his phone that was catching all of this on camera, seeing how you were taking his cock. 

“Yeah baby, watch yourself take this dick hm? See how you just- fuck- how you just fucking take it…?” He asks between groans and pants, if Toji wasn’t so egotistical he would be moaning at how good you felt around him. 

“Yeah that’s it, take it, fuck. You love getting fucked huh?” He laughed breathlessly as he thrusted harder into your poor cunt. You just moaned in response as his arm loosely wrapped around your neck, putting you in a loose headlock. 

He tsked as you pulled away from his cock slightly, “Quit runnin’ and take it. Since you wanted to get your shit ruined so badly.”He pulled you back with ease, you were almost sure he was hitting your cervix at this point, you would be sore later but that didn’t matter now. Your eyes rolled back into your head just a moaning, drooling, slutty mess for him. The noises your cunt was making were so filthy, loud squelching filled the room. 

Toji was quick to shush you, laughing breathlessly. “Nuh uh baby, I’m tryna hear this pussy talk right now. So slutty for me huh?” You gripped onto his arm with all the strength you could. At this point you were sure he was gonna fuck you unconscious. You braced yourself for the intense orgasm that was building up, Toji knew it too just from how your moans grew higher in pitch. He knew your body so well, all your tells gave you away in any circumstance.

“You gonna cum for me pretty?” He pants, fucking into you harder. He smiled as he just hear you moan in response. “Haven’t even finished round one and you’re already done for? Damn baby gotta build up your stamina huh?” 

it’s not always to get you riled up. she’ll run her palms over your back after a long day, massage your feet when you’re exhausted, or hold your hip as the two of you walk together.

no matter what, her hands are on you in some way, gentle and soft despite her somewhat intimidating frame.

it’s a pain in the morning, when she’s got a vice grip on your waist, trapped against her chest. her breath warm on your neck, muttering soft, inaudible whispers as she slowly wakes up to the feel of you trying to peel away from her.

not on her watch.

“no, come back,” she murmurs lazily, a grip too firm on your waist with how freshly awake she is. still half asleep, she pulls you into bed, pressing a warm kiss to your bare shoulder. “‘s too early to go,” she says like she doesn’t have work in a few hours.

“baby, cmon, i gotta get ready,” you grumble, a bit more annoyed than normal with how clingy she is at the worst time. “not yet,” abby insists, leaving lazy kisses on your shoulder and collarbone, her free hand caressing your hip as her breath spreads over your skin, warm and comforting.

“i… fine,” you mutter as you silently give in to her, leaning back into her. abby can’t help but feel better having you close, her kisses a bit more apparent on your jaw, trying to make you swoon before she can even fully open her eyes.

her hand slowly trails down, dancing over the goosebumps on your thigh, massaging the soft skin, her gaze finally meeting yours. “you’re so pretty when you’re first up,” she hums despite your ruffled look, unkept from sleep. gently, she presses her lips to yours, letting out a sound of content feeling you slowly kiss her back.

“princess,” she whisper against your puckered lips, “you’re too good like this,” her hands slowly dips down to between your thighs, careful in case your just not in the mood this morning.

as her hand finds your heat between the plush of your thighs, disappearing under the covers, you keep your eyes on her. “already?” you tease, a small smirk on your lips, “it’s so early.” “just a quick one, it’ll wake you up,” abby protests, really just wanting to hear how you moan her name.

slowly, you press your thighs open for her, not daring to do much more than that as the gentle morning becomes more heated. abby’s fingers dance along the inner curve of your thigh, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“love you, abs,” you mutter, leaning back and watching her with a fond smile. “love you too,” she parrots back, her words punctuated by the feel of her thick digits spreading your folds open.

“geez hun,” she chuckles, your cheeks heating at the slightly teasing tone, thighs threatening to close before her thumb rubs over you folds, making something so lewd, feel so loving, “you wake up wet for me?”

“shut up,” you murmur, your face still half-plastered to your pillow as her fingers delve into the heat of your cunt. “sure thing,” she replies, that abby-like sarcasm present even in the early morning hours. instead of running it, her mouth finds the curve of your neck, leaving lingering marks and soft kisses as she eases you open.

there’s something about early morning sex, gentle and soft, but so exhilarating it’s enough to make you jolt up. slowly, abby’s fingers inch into your walls, even two spreading you tight. despite such rough hands, she has a gentle use of them, carefully curling them, making sure to not move too fast.

“a-abs,” you moan, watching the way her face presses into your skin, how her thumb moves through your folds, rubbing over your clit in slow motions similar to the way she presses into you, “fuck, tha’s good.”

your little moans, gasps at when she pushes at the sensitive spot she knows will always get you, or how you’re squirming; all of it only eggs her on. “you’re so easy in the morning,” she mutters, popping her lips away from your bruised neck just to do so. of course, that earns her a half-assed glare from you, too caught up in how she feels to be truly mad.

“you’re so tight too, squeezing my fingers, you sure you could even take another?” she teases, feeling your walls fluttering and your clit pulsing under her fingerprints.

her words go in one ear and out the other, your shoulders heavy against the mattress, mouth hung open in a silent moan while she works you, thighs hung open and boneless, at her mercy. you wouldn’t have it any other way. she knows how to treat you, how to press your clit just right to have you squirming and gasping for more.

she loves to see it, you can tell, you can both feel it, how you tense up, gently bucking into her palm, your hand grabbing aimlessly at her shoulder, and your soft pussy leaking down the crack of your ass. “you’re so close baby,” she knows it, and she needs you to know and feel it, “come on, i want you to come for me,” abby’s words are purred against your neck, watching in awe at how your soft pleads of her name are broken and high-pitched.

“a-abs, oh shit, i-i can’t… can… c-can i please, please cum?” you whimper, begging no matter how much she insists on it. “mhm, ‘course you can princess,” she assures in that sweet tone of hers, “cum all over my hand for me.”

her words make that final curl of her fingers feel all that much better, having the perfect angle and verbal assurance that makes you weak in the palm of her hand. with a droning on moan you lean into abby, grabbing her hands, softly panting against her skin as you barely manage to come down.

as abby pulls her fingers from your heat, a thick coat of cum on her fingers in a soft squelch, she licks her digits clean, her free hand cradling your head against her chest.