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Because I'm pretty

Summary: College UA, Frat boy Bakugo loved them curvy; he also loved them bratty, and you were as bratty as they come. ۶ৎ Bakugo x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Belly button piercing, tattoo, use of pet names (daddy, mama, baby), Oral (female receiving), underage drinking, weed, rough sex, use of the word Nigga, bratty reader, mean Bakugo, unprotected sex *Meg thee stallion reference*

Word count: 6.4k

What would you say if everyone complimented you from a young age? Told you you were good at everything? You would sure as hell have an ego as big as Bakugo’s. Everyone knew him on campus; he was smart, star athlete and every girl's wet dream. In a nutshell, he had everything he wanted.

Yet, he was bored when he started college. Bored of what? He didn’t know, all he knew was that something in his life had to change and it needed to happen soon.

He remembered when he got his first taste of that change, it was a girl that flirted with him at his first frat party. She was a pretty petite black girl who had curves to die for and he knew from then on he would have a large appreciation for thick girls.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved every type of woman but black girls had a special place in his heart. Or maybe it was just you.

He would never forget the first time he met you, you were a transfer that made her way up the social ladder fast. Became cheer co captain in two months, became a sister for the biggest sorority on campus but what really caught his eye was the way you curved everyone, especially him.

He would have given up if it was anyone else but you were to die for and he would die before giving up. His mind came back to the screams of everyone around him, the cheers of the cheer squad and the celebration coming from his teammates as he just won a championship game, but his eyes locked on you, in your short uniform skirt and cropped top that showed him enough to get the glimpse of your belly button piercing.

He watched your hips sway as you finished the final cheer for the game.

“Bakugoooo, I can’t believe you made that throw— actually I can.” The blonde tsk’d as he watched his friends celebrate in front of him, his mind still on you but his eyes couldn’t find you again.

“Whatever shitty hair.”

“Not whatever man, scouts are gonna go hard the next game. Now come on, we got a party to throw.”

backwzzds

ೃ⁀➷ love me, connie springer (nsfw)

thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’

“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”

connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.

c4toru

jerking an exhausted nanami off from behind

“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.

he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.

he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.

his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.

your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.

“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’

who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have

a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!

namgyooner

Sugar Mommy

pairing: sub!felix x dom!f!reader

summary: your a woman of business, you work hard and you work alone. but when felix becomes part of the equation, it’s hard not to splurge, even when he’s a brat.

warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, brat taming, pet play, pet names, swearing, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, degradation/praise

word count: 2.4k

based on an idea from @b2ngch2n hope this is what u were thinking of!

This little thing that you and Felix had going on wasn’t what most would describe as ideal. But for the two of you, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

You weren’t exactly the “committed relationship” type, never one to be locked into anything. Labels seemed more like a prison sentence than a golden ticket.

You were more proud of the independent business woman title you had built for yourself. You lived a rather lavish lifestyle, an abundance of money at your disposal 24/7. You were a well respected woman, what you say goes. You could request anything, and best believe one of your assistants would be on it in a second.

Last minute trip to Venice? Flights and hotels booked.

Appearance at a charity gala? Your dress is custom made, one of a kind, designer.

Anything was possible.

But if you were honest, there were still a few needs you had that simply were not being met. Something money couldn’t buy. Needs that you had tried to fulfill with your hands, dildos, and vibrators, yet to no avail.

Which is precisely why meeting Lee Felix was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

Like you, Felix had a problem. A rather large problem considering what was in his pants.

And he wasn’t about to whore himself around to get a decent fuck. He was above that, and he knew it.

You can’t quite remember when this whole… thing, began.

It started out with weekly meetings. A bit of foreplay, light grazes in all the right places. Hearing the little sounds he couldn’t hold back was one of your favourite parts.

He always ended up begging, needy little thing. Whether he was on his knees tied up, exposed cock leaking down his length, or buried deep inside you and unable to move, the words strung out in barely coherent pleas.

“P-please hngh, need to-need to cum. So so so bad, pleeeease” he’d whine.

One day a week eventually turned into two. Two turned into three, and soon you realised how much you liked having him around. Not just fucking him, though of course you loved that, but in the quiet moments.

Seeing him in your sheets, sunlight filtering through the curtains onto his silken skin. Spending evenings together cooking and watching shitty tv shows. His presence in your life was comforting, and it became routine for him to spend weeks on end in your house.

It was late one night after work, you had spent extra hours at the office dealing with a particularly difficult client. The entire time all you could think about was getting home to Felix, and how painfully hard he must have been after a few suggestive photos of yourself may or may not have been sent to him.

So when you finally left the building, you headed straight to the jewellers to pick up that gorgeous silver tennis bracelet you had requested in between meetings.

On your way home you decided to make a few more spontaneous purchases for that pretty little thing waiting at home for you.

A pair of YSL sunglasses, a Birkin or two, a couple gold necklaces…

Oh and who could forget that stunning pink fur coat?

You raced home to find Felix draped over the couch, the outline of his aching cock clear in his boxers (which, mind you, was all he had on). Sweat painted his smooth skin from how much he had restrained himself. His eyes widened at the sight of the designer shopping bags placed before him.

He looked up at you then, the most sweet and clueless expression adorning his face.

“Had to reward my good boy, mommy’s sorry for being home so late” you cooed as you began to unbutton your silk shirt.

“I missed you, need you now” he mumbled before unclasping your bra hurriedly and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipples.

Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, effectively grinding down onto his bulge, causing him to whine on your skin.

“Ah ah ah, don’t you want to open your gifts first?” You asked, voice dripping with honey.

“But- ugh, I need you so bad” he whimpered.

You bought your hand to clutch his chin, forcing him to look back up at you.

“Cmon, you’ve been such a good boy for mommy, you want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yesyesyes, I’ll do anything.” He cried.

This would be fun.

You sat on the couch, looking out to the gorgeous city view before you. The sky was dark, but the stars shone bright. It would have been so perfect…

1:00AM.

Felix was meant to be home 2 hours ago?

Usually you wouldn’t waste a second on a man. But this particular occasion felt different. You wanted an explanation. You needed one.

Each tick of the clock felt like it was mocking you. The house was otherwise eerily silent. That was until you heard a click of the door.

Felix entered, and froze when he found you alone on the couch, he hadn’t expected you to wait up for him, even if part of him hoped you would.

“You’re late. Can you tell me what time it is Yongbok.”

He winced slightly at the sound of his Korean name being used.

“1:00”

“Correct. And can you tell me what time you said you’d be home?”

“11:00” he spoke as his gaze fell to the floor.

“Correct again. Where were you?”

He scoffed. Actually. Fucking. Scoffed.

“Why do I need to tell you?” He retorted.

You tilted your head in surprise. So that’s how he was going to play it. You chuckled as you stood and rounded the counter to pour yourself a glass of wine.

“You’re forgetting your place Felix. You wait for me. You’re the little puppy I come home to.” You teased.

You expected him to argue, to be embarrassed, to walk out without another word. So you were rather surprised when the only reaction you found was the growing tent in his pants.

“You like being a good little pup? Mommy’s puppy huh?” You moved towards him.

He tried to look away, to remain defiant, yet he couldn’t help but melt into your touch when you cupped his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, partly annoyed that he was so turned on, partly relieved by the sensation of your hands on his skin.

Your palms travelled down his chest, smoothing out the fur of his jacket.

“You went out didn’t you? You went out, and you wore everything I bought you. You wanna know why?”

You began kissing down his neck ever so slowly, only stopping when you reached his collarbone. He sighed softly, you felt him relax under your touch, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Because deep down you know, you’re mine.”

You pulled him in, a kiss fuelled by so much frustration and pent up emotions, you needed a release. Your mouths fought for dominance, like he really had much of a chance at this point.

You gripped him through his pants before slowly stroking. He moaned into your mouth, hands grabbing at you, aimlessly trying to ground himself. It made you chuckle.

“Bet those sluts as the club couldn’t get you this fucking hard huh? Left me waiting here all this time, but you always come crawling back, don’t you?” You cooed.

The movement of your hand on his clothed cock grew faster until he was panting and bucking into your hand.

“P-please, I’m gonna c-cum” he whimpered.

You retracted your hand with a wicked grin, leaving him a whining mess as you walked back over to the couch.

He followed you, he always did.

You turned around before you could sit, he paused.

“On your knees” you spoke.

He sighed before slowly getting on the floor, crawling over to you. Usually you would have felt bad making him crawl with a hard-on, but this was a punishment after all?

He sat before you on his knees, looking up at you with those tantalising eyes of his.

“You’ve been a bad boy Felix, now mommy has a problem, and you’re going to help her fix it.”

You watched the twinkle in his eyes brighten at your words before they fell to your clothed pussy being exposed to him as you parted your legs.

He instantly reached forward to slide your panties down, but you stopped him with the heel of your red-bottoms.

“What’s my name?” You asked.

“Mommy” he exhaled.

“Tell me who you belong to”

“I’m all yours, I’m yours mommy”

“Good boy” you said as you slowly lowered your heel from his shoulder.

He crawled forward and wasted no time hiking your skirt up your thighs, and pulling your panties straight off.

He was drunk on your pussy, lapping at you relentlessly. You made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he was not about to disappoint.

He didn’t know why he went to the club that night. He never wanted to in the first place. From the moment rehearsal ended, all he could think about was getting home to you.

But when the other members offered, he saw an opportunity. An opportunity to rile you up, and end the night completely under your control. freak.

You were already so close so soon. You had been so pent up all evening just imagining how punishing Felix would play out, to be honest you were dripping at the mere thought of it. You came with a loud moan, gripping and pulling at his hair which only turned him on more.

You pulled his hair back, effectively prying him off your pussy. The way he looked up at you, dazed, desperate and oh so delicious.

“Bed. Now.”

The sultry, commanding tone in your voice had Felix beelining for your bedroom. He shed his pants and shirt. Goodness knows where his sunglasses and jacket ended up, he didn’t care.

You followed not far behind, kicking your heels off, pushing your skirt down and unbuttoning your blouse.

You spun him around and pushed him down on the bed, crawling up his toned body.

“I’m no where near done with you. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re not gonna cum until I say so. Got it?”

He whined, loudly, as he nod his head.

You pulled down his boxers, watching as his ridiculously hard cock spring out and slap his stomach. You gave him a couple light strokes, which already had him squirming in your grasp, before situating yourself to grind on his length.

His dick slid through your slick folds with ease. He was leaking endlessly, embarrassingly so.

“Such a slut for me, my messy little thing. You really thought anyone else could do this to you.” You spat.

“No mommy! Just you, only you. Fuck” he cried as his hips bucked uncontrollably, pink tip rubbing your clit perfectly.

You let your head fall back as you felt your climax approach once again. The movement of your hips speeding up as you continued to get closer, feeling your high come crashing down.

You let the waves of pleasure take over, giving your now sensitive pussy time to recover for what was to come.

“Yknow, I could leave you like this. Painfully hard all night, won’t even touch you until I come home tomorrow.” You said in-between pants.

“No please I- nghhh, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again. I need it, need to cum” he babbled helplessly.

Though it was tempting to leave him all pent up and horny, his constant pleas had you wet all over again.

You brought you hands to cup his cheeks, gazing at how pretty he looked when he was all submissive for you.

“You’ll be a good boy for mommy?”

“Yes, I swear, I’ll be mommy’s good boy, promise, just lemme cum” he begged.

Your lips curled into a soft smile before you sunk down onto his length ever so slowly.

The feeling of finally being buried inside you had Felix damn near cumming on the spot, tears falling from his eyes. You leaned down to kiss them away, careful not to move too much.

“Cmon baby, you can take it.”

After a brief pause, Felix nodded his head, a signal for you to move your hips.

You started slow, easing him into the overwhelming pleasure. He couldn’t hold back the noises that left his mouth, completely overtaken by the sensation of you bouncing on him.

His moans pitched higher and higher as he grew closer to cumming. You wanted to say no, to make him hold it until he was a sobbing mess, but he had taken his punishment so well.

“M-mommy, I’m so close, please. Please let me, lemme cum mommy please” he whimpered.

“Cum for me pretty”

It only took a few more thrusts before he was painting your walls in thick ropes of cum. He cried and squirmed uncontrollably, he swears he saw stars. It was by far the hardest he’s ever released.

Even he didn’t expect it when the words left his mouth.

“I love you” he breathed.

You were caught off guard. Love wasn’t part of your vocabulary. It certainly wasn’t something you had prepared for. Yet for whatever reason, it was so easy to give to Felix.

“I love you too” you responded, letting yourself fall into his chest.

You both lay there, sticky, panting messes. You felt his arms curl around your waist , holding you tight against him.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

He laughed breathlessly and looked down at you.

“Never better.”

It was in that moment you realised, love may not have been the plan, but what you had for Felix couldn’t be described in any other way.

Felix sat on the floor, back leaning against the mirrors of the dance studio. He was exhausted from a full day of rehearsals, drinking lazily from his water bottle.

“Yongbok!” A voice called, Changbin’s.

“Yeah?” Felix replied.

“There’s something here for you.”

Felix’s face contorted in initial confusion, before fading to eventual understanding.

A grin painted his face as he rushed to the front entrance.

On the floor sat the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d ever laid eyes on.

He scooped it up with care, placing it in a vase before opening the card attached.

It read: I meant what I said ;) go get yourself something nice baby

He smiled even wider before turning the paper over to reveal the credit card you’d given him.

Just like your feelings for Felix, unlimited.

dividers from @/cursed-carmine

I really hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to like/comment/reblog + follow <3

I will be back freaky people.

gyarujo

꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni. pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s sound of him stripped of all his defenses

and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

bfbkg

having sex with katsuki and he’s just extra sensitive that day, feeling every emotion so much so he’s basically making love to you at this point

he doesn’t notice it himself at first but, he starts praising you in japanese and it catches you off guard but also turns you on ten times more lol

this is a big nom nom nom to me. big nom nom nom. i was saving this to potentially write but we can talk about it.

defo missionary right. and it’s all slow and SENSITIVE and he’s noisy above you. grunting and groaning. moving hair out of your face so he can look you in the eye. asking him to adjust your leg to put on his shoulder and he’s deep and you’re about it to start crying and wailing about how much you love him.

and it’s not like anything crazy has happened today. he hasn’t seen you in two days and he had a long draining day at work and more draining days to come and he’s missed you. needs to let off this stress. you were all over him, can never get enough of his pretty face and all that he does for you.

and maybe it starts in english like he always is with you. it being your shared language after all. the usual, “i love you so fuckin’ much.” then “shit, feels so good.” “needed this, baby.” “hmm?” “doin’ so well for me.” then he’s making these incoherent sounds. kissing your moans away and nodding to everything you say.

and you’re not sure what exactly makes him switch but it’s when he buries his head in your neck. nipping the thin skin there, bending your legs, deep inside you feel as if he’s in your stomach. now you’ve got no clue what he’s saying. you know it’s his language though.

you only realise after the second phrase. blinking away your watery eyes as you rock into him, crossing your legs tighter around his back.

then he’s mumbling something else. another phrase. repeating a sentence twice into your neck.

you mostly hear him speak it over the phone. to his parents, family and his childhood friends. sometimes the lady at the local asian supermarket. video call meetings with his agency back in japan. sometimes a couple pet name in japanese if he’s feeling cute, he saves that for date nights.

but never during sex in your ear while he’s buried inside you. you clench and his breath hitches.

his voice is deeper, earthier. more natural and flows out without effort or second thought. you can’t even attempt to translate it. perhaps a swear in there somewhere?

“‘tsuki…. baby…,” you don’t mean to whine but there’s no way you can say anything right now and it doesn’t come out with pleasure attached.

he lifts his head up. droopy sleepy eyes, bitten lips. he replies to you with a thrust, one that has you arching your back.

“i don’t know what you’re saying!” you wail, linking your hands around his neck and your boyfriend blinks at you.

“oh s-shit,” he utters, taking hold of your hips to keep you still. it’s as if you can see the memory of a second ago replaying in his mind. “didn’t realise i did that.” then he laughs stuttered and hoarse, “you’ve got me fucked up.”

he drops his eyes to where you’re connected. his cock, coated in your wetness, sliding out of your core before he pushes back in again. your eyes flutter shut when he does, hand reaching out for him, “‘tsuki….”

“was sayin’ you’re beautiful and i love you and i love when we fuck.” he grins like a man insane, which he’d only say he is with how much he loves you. “never wanna leave here with you.”

you’re all breathy, chest rising and falling with an orgasm around the corner. “s-so sappy,” you manage to smile, eyes still closed to catch up, “felt like y-you were keeping secrets from me.”

he shakes his head, adjusts your leg on his shoulder. he needs to come soon also, he’s been holding it off for too long now. “never baby. lemme make you come.”

nanamiw1fe

"readers cheeks go red as she blushes" my black ass sitting over here like

Like don't play in my face

transsexual-feminism

Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.

The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.

I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.

jazzthatonewriterchick

hey i love your fanfics and i am requesting if you could write a fanfic

that includes katsuki being in love with the afro and sundress combo of his lovely gf in which makes him go feral pls if not it is okay thank you

An Innocent Picnic Date 🧺

Pairing: BF!Bakugou Katsuki x Black!GF!Reader

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend takes time off from his busy schedule as a pro hero to take you on a picnic date in the park, but things become way less innocent when he realizes how perfect your fro and sundress combo is.

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Established Relationship; Outdoor Sex; Seduction; Sundress Season; Hair Worship; Daddy Kink; Feral/Horny BF!BK; Exhibitionism; Reverse Cowgirl; Spanking; Doggystyle; Cum-Drunk!Reader; Pussy-Whipped!BF; MDom x fsub Undertones; Dirty Talk; Begging; Almost Caught; Mutual O; Aftercare; Reader is Chubby/Thick-Coded

Word Count: 6.5k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Thank you so much for your patience, Anon! I really hope you like this one! -Jazz

Credits: Divider by @enchanthings!

“Why are you looking at me like that, Kats?” you giggle.

The boy doesn’t even hear you. Your voice may as well be the sweet, summer breeze wafting through the trees surrounding you and him as he stares so intensely at you from his spot on the picnic blanket.

gloomyangell

thinking abt sub katsuki.. ✦ tw / cw: (18+) characters aged up ! pro hero au / established relationship, handjob, mentioned overstimulation, 'mommy' & 'ma' used, part 2: here

katsuki loved being with you. there was something about you that let him be completely vulnerable, a noticeable switch from his irritable persona. from anyone else's perspective, he's loud, brash, and hyper. but when he's with you he feels at home— allowing himself to be quiet and patient.

especially in moments like this, when you have his pale muscular back sitting against your chest, working his leaky cock with a mixture of precum and spit. hes so scratched up and rough from his line of work— always having to be the big strong man everyone relies on. but god, he's such a pretty boy when he finally lets you take control. contrast to his usual voice, katsuki is soft in these moments.

"mm— mmfp fuck"

he jolts, pathetically trying to silence his own mewls. in moments like this, ironically the only thing angry about him is his glistening red tip, smearing precum with each flick of your wrist. his sensitive length is rock hard in your hand, making him shudder from the obscene sounds vibrating off of your palm.

"feels s'good ma"

the boy manages to slur out amongst the slick sounds echoing off the walls. 'good' being an understatement for the pure ecstasy you were providing based off your hand alone. his throat is so horse at this point, rough voice trying to keep up with the constant flood of whines and groans escaping unwittingly due to the pleasure.

"yeah baby?"

you coo back teasing the bigger man. he's so infatuated with his pretty little wife, all wrapped around her finger he doesn't even realize how deep in he is. although he refuses to say it, the blond absolutely loves being taken care of— mind going blank while you work his leaky cock. small pants turn to full on moans, verbally articulating how amazing you make him feel.

"mygod yes mommy"

if anyone could hear the vulgar nicknames he calls you he'd tear their head from their body, hell— he's never even called his own mother that before. but the way you stroke his needy cock, milking him so good, he loves you more than he can cognitively express.

taking his little cries as encouragement, you squeeze the bottom of his length while using your other hand to relentlessly knead his sloppy tip. you love watching your gorgeous boy completely unwind like this.

"m-mommy m'gonna cum"

the word shamefully spills from his throat again, pleading with you for his desperate release. pitiful whines fall from his lips as he paws at your plush thighs, trying to physically control the way his body betrays him.

"fuck please d— mygod dont stop"

fat tears are falling from his hypnotizing crimson eyes as he paints your fist, the bedsheets, and his shirt. he's such a crybaby, so deprived he needs help touching his thick cock. his head falls back on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath back from the workout you provided.

you gently place a kiss to his temple as he shivers through his orgasm below you. your fragile boy, so sweet like this. the strong katsuki bakugou all fucked out just from a handy— its so delicious it makes you want to continue exhausting his poor cock.

"you did such a good job baby, almost want to reward you with another round"

the muscular man grunts as you slowly stroke him back to life, planning on viciously draining everything he has stored.

ʚ m.list ɞ

junsfriend

loyal puppy — sjy

SUMMARY: Ever since your boyfriend Jake transformed from his nerdy high-school self into the university's star football player, you've become everything you thought you’d never be. Jealous. Anxious. Clingy. But Jake really doesn't mind your newfound possessiveness. He encourages it, even. So when he defies expectations again to star in a musical with a stunning costar, you spiral. Now, the “lowkey” relationship you once insisted on gets jeopardized under the weight of your own insecurities.

PAIRING: popular!jake x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 26k+

GENRE: secret!relationship au, university!au, grumpy gf x sunshine bf (?), smut, angst, fluff, some toxic themes

WARNINGS: mdni, nsfw, porn with plot, tsundere!reader, lowkey crazy!reader, whipped!Jake, lowkey masochist!bf Jake, switch!Jake, emotional constipation, he want that cookie bad, jealousy, avoidancy, football = soccer, unsafe/unprotected sex, cursing, sweat, dacryphilia, storage closet sex, lots of biting/marking, 69, cumplay, jewelry play, begging, failed pull-out method, creampie, squirting, lmk if i missed anything

A/N: Not to pick a favorite child but… I loved writing this fic so much.

anglbunny

GOJO AND HIS MEAN DOLL!GIRLFRIEND

...꒰GOJO AND HIS DOLL!GIRLFRIEND꒱ He’s the only one who isn’t scared of your attitude — actually, he finds it hot. The more you roll your eyes at him, the harder he wants to kiss you. You’re snippy, smug, unbothered — but he’s just as cocky, just as rich and just as untouchable, so your sharp little comments just slide off him like water. He lives to spoil you. Drops his black card in your lap like it’s nothing. Buys you things just to catch that flicker of excitement in your eyes — then smirks when you pretend not to care, batting your lashes like you’re unimpressed.

...꒰GOJO AND HIS DOLL!GIRLFRIEND꒱ It was enemies to “fine, I’ll go out with you once” to “you’re mine.” You treat most men like gum under your heel — and he loves that. You try it on him too, at first, all eye rolls and sharp words — but he doesn’t flinch. Just grins like you’re flirting. You call him annoying. He calls you obsessed. You act like you don’t care. Like he’s just another guy. But he knows better. He knows the hoodie you wear out is his. He knows when you let him carry your bag, it’s so everyone else knows exactly who you belong to. And you only soften for him — but it’s so subtle even you don’t notice.

...꒰GOJO AND HIS DOLL!GIRLFRIEND꒱ Everyone else is terrified of you. Even Nanami keeps a distance. Utahime tries not to breathe the same air. You’re cold. Intimidating. Untouchable. But the second you walk up to Gojo? You’re all pout and soft voice, “Satoruuu, I broke a nail. Fix it.” Whiplash. And he lives for it — wraps his arm around your waist like he owns you (he does), leans down to whisper something filthy in your ear just to watch you roll your eyes. He calls you “princess” in public on purpose. He loves when you’re mean to other men. He gets hard when you humiliate guys for trying to flirt with you. And the second anyone looks at you for too long? He’s right there. “You’re staring, man. She’s not for sale.”

...꒰GOJO AND HIS DOLL!GIRLFRIEND꒱ You’re a little toxic. He’s a lot obsessed. And everyone around you hates how good you look together. But the truth? You’re his weakness. And he’s your addiction.

ALL STORIES

♡. doll!reader

♡...

A/n: Made one of these for sae so yk i had to do one for gojo

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updownandbatty

sero’s girlfriend is a bit of a bitch, but he doesn’t really mind.

18+, minors do not interact!

Sero is head over heels in love with his mean ass girlfriend. You're high maintenance and bratty, and your words are sharper than your stiletto-tipped nails. He doesn't mind any of that; in fact, those traits are some of his favorites. His calm, collected, laid-back nature is just what you need to cool the fire that runs in your blood. Sero would never admit it to anyone but you, the way your vicious words and the nasty bite of your tone always send blood rushing straight to his cock. He loves how mean you are, and how pliant you turn when he gives you what you want.

You hate everything in your closet? "Why don't we go shopping? Get you whatever you want."

You need a new necklace? "How much, sweets?"

You need your nails done? "You bet, babe."

Sero reaps all of the benefits of these things. He's in heaven when you trace your nails along the thick shaft of his cock, the sharp tips pulling soft whines from his throat.

"Ohh, fuck yeah, baby, just— just like that." He breathes out, his head thrown back as you cup his balls in your hand, digging your nails in just enough to push pleasure over the edge into delicious pain.

Sero's favorite view is the diamond choker he bought you sitting prettily on your neck, glinting in the low light of the living room. The sparkle of the jewels is accentuated by the movement of your throat as he stuffs his cock in your mouth. "Shit, shit, shit, so—mmph, pretty with my cock in your mouth." He groans, his dick kicking in your throat at the sight of the glossy red stains your lipstick has left on his skin.

His favorite pastime? Obviously, helping you choose new dresses and skirts, watching you model lingerie sets. "Come on, mama, spin around for me, lemme see." Sero drawls, watching you from the dressing room chair. There's a lazy grin stretched across his lips as he watches you spin for him, a pretty smile on your own face.

"You like it, Hanta? Wanna buy it for me? Pretty please?" You plead, leaning forward just enough to give him a spectacular view of the way the lingerie top hugs your tits.

"Shit, baby, you're killin' me." Sero groans, taking a look at his wallet. Nevertheless, you leave the store happy with three shopping bags, stuffed to the brim.

No, Sero doesn't mind your attitude at all. Not when you beg so sweetly for him to just "fuck me already" after what feels like hours of torturous teasing. He takes his time with you, enjoying the sounds of your wanton moans and pleas, holding your hips down as you squirm helplessly beneath him. Your thighs are aching and trembling with the effort it takes to hold them open while Sero absolutely devours your dripping cunt.

Sero eats you out for so long that by the time he finally stuffs his cock in you, you're an incoherent mess, babbling out a string of "thank you, thank you, thank you".

"Aw, now you wanna be nice, huh? Only nice t'me when you're getting what you want." He grunts, punctuating his words with harsh, mean thrusts. You let out a long, simpering whine when he leans his head down and bites your nipple, hard.

"'Se—Sero, 'm sorry! Please please please, gonna cum!" You cry out, scratching angry red lines down his back.

"Shit, yeah, that's it—ah! Cum on my cock, baby." He grunts, pawing at your tits with one hand, rubbing fiercely at your clit with the other. He clenches his jaw, clearly trying to hold back his own release. Your cunt clenches down tight around his cock when you do cum, pulling him along with you, painting your creamy walls with his thick load. He collapses on top of you, peppering your chest with short, sweet kisses.

No, Sero doesn't mind your attitude at all. He fucking lives for it.

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forgivefaye

𝜗𝜚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.

𝜗𝜚 𝐜𝐨-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐨𝐧𝐲 (𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 !!!!! 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬), 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩!𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝

Your twenties had been all about peace.

Especially after your son was born, keeping yourself mentally healthy wasn’t a choice anymore—it was a responsibility. You’d made a home out of it—making sure everything felt alive. Soft R&B playing while you watered your plants that have your surrounding some color, eucalyptus in the shower, lavender oil on your wrists before bed, affirmations, staying connected with people you love. Little routines that reminded you that you were still yourself somewhere beneath the endless responsibilities.

But this week had been eating away at all that calm. You hadn’t felt this stressed in months, not following any of your routine. Your toddler was deep in the terrible twos, a lot of emotions in a tiny body that refused naps and at the same time was only upset because he was tired. Most days felt like you were running all over the place: your head throbbed, sleep deprived, felt like you were dissociating every second.

The weekend couldn’t come any slower but you’re so glad it did. Two whole days where you didn’t have to juggle schedules and deadlines. Just two days you weren’t responsible for keeping anyone alive but yourself.

Dropping your son off at Ony’s mom’s house was ritual, it never lost that comfortable feeling. You stepped inside her house after taking him out of the car seat, gave her a quick hug and a soft, “How are you?” while your child darted off to play. Ony was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water, just ‘coincidentally’ there to help his mom rearrange the living room. His eyes lingered on you like he couldn’t help himself—opening his big arms for a hug after you and his mom were done eachother’s ears off. The moment he opened his arms to you, you didn’t hesitate—stepped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, heels of your feet slightly off the ground. He pulled you in for a tight hug, letting you melt into him for a second. As you held him—both of you swaying side to side in sync—you launched into a brief vent about how stressed you’d been lately, how badly you needed a break, and he just attentively listened, letting you exhale. He whispered in your ear something reminding you how important it is to take care of yourself.

As soon as you got home and shut your front door, you never slid into a bathtub so fast in your life—lights dim, candles lit, finally getting to journal in your notebook that was basically collecting dust. It all felt like a breath of fresh air, your shoulders finally dropping after what feels like years while the steaming warm water surrounded your body.

As soon as you stepped out of the bath, your skin glistening and scented with your too expensive body wash, you massaged oil into your body, your braids catching the light from the freshly applied jojoba oil. And even though you’d tackled everything on your little to-do list—went to the gym for the first time in a while, took a long bath, shaved, cleaned all of kids toys all over your living room floor, folded the laundry that had been piling up, rewatched a season of your guilty pleasure reality tv show, and even organized your snack drawer that you devoured during your last cycle—you still felt something missing. All the self-care in the world had eased most of your stress, calmed your blood pressure, but there was a low, insistent voice that you something else in the back of your head you couldn’t ignore.

You put your through blanket over your body. The TV playing low, a half-empty home-made matcha on the coffee table, your phone somewhere under a throw pillow, no child screaming, quiet—the peace you were craving.

Still, something wasn’t fully satisfied. You were supposed to feel content by now. But your mind kept wandering, eyes flicking to your phone like it owed you something.

It would be so much better if you had some dick.

You hated that thought, but it sat unmoving, like it wouldn’t stop until you had some. There was no fighting it even though this was supposed to be your alone time. And obviously, your brain skipped straight to Ony.

You bit your lip, smiling before you even realized you were doing it.

He probably still over there helping his mama move furniture, you told yourself, scrolling aimlessly now, pretending you weren’t checking to see if he’d called you.

Right on cue, your phone buzzed.

“You home?”

You blinked at the screen for a second before typing back, thumbs hesitating like you weren’t already grinning.

“yeah, why?”

He took a second before replying. Watching the three dots disappear and pop back up twice.

“Left my jacket in your trunk last time. You already laying down?”

There was no jacket in your trunk. You’d just been in there grabbing your son’s overnight bag—you knew that. But you also knew what that text really meant.

“no, come get it.”

inspo inspo inspo

The reality show you couldn’t care less about right now played in the back while you were bouncing on his dick like it owed you something, one hand braced against his stomach to steady yourself. He’d told you “take all you want, mama”— and you took it serious. A week without Ony had you moving like a completely different person, riding is your least favorite but from the outside looking in—you would’ve thought it was your favorite position. Rounds worth of strings of cum connecting the two of you every time you pulled up and sank back down, toes curling into the soft cushion.

That little rose toy he swore he didn’t like you using on your own was now pressed between you, buzzing right on your puffy clit in little, perfect circle. The hum syncing up with the rhythm you set, every slurred whisper of his name dragging from your lips. Pussy squeezing him tight like she wanted to be full with his big girthy cock forever.

“Hollon, you makin’ me—” Ony suddenly dug his fingers into the fat of your hips, stopping you for the third time but your body kept trying to bounce anyways.

“P-pa, stop running and let me—cummm—pleasepleaseplease mhhphh! let me give you this pussy,” you whined in fustration while you grind your hips, desperate for any type of friction. You would’ve been so embarrassed if you seen yourself from Ony’s point of view—a mess. Twisted face half covered with your hair but not covered enough to hide the tears rolling down your face.

“You gettin’ greedy,” Ony growled, letting go of your hips with a slap on your bouncing ass. Couldn’t even be bother to say one singular word because he knows your brain wasn’t in anything but how he was so deep in your stomach. “Horny ass girl,” he mumbled before assisting you to bounce your ass on him faster. The plap, plap, plap sounds your sticky pussy was making filling the air again “missed daddy inside me so—f-fuckin’—bad—“ you breathed, more to yourself than him.

You were almost collapsing at this point but refused to let up, free hand gripping the arm of the couch behind Ony’s head making your soft, bouncy mounds exactly eye level. Him putting one of your sensitive brown nipples in his warm mouth made you cum immediately—hard. It felt like an out of body experience, chills running down your spine as whole body let go—body seizing on top of him, gasping for air you feel all of that left-over stress leaving you.

Before you could come down from the high, Ony flipped you onto your back like you it was nothing, his hand wrapping around your throat just enough to hold you still while he folded you into the couch. The couch creaked under both of you.

“Y’got one more nut in you?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

You nodded fast, breathless—more out of instinct than control. “Y-yeah,” you managed, the word tumbling out on a shaky whimper. Your body was limp, trembling from the last orgasm, but your mind betrayed it—craving more of how he filled every inch of you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the heat pooling low in your stomach, and still, your legs spread as wide as they can.

forgivefaye

𝜗𝜚 thinking about onyankapon playing with collegestudent!reader’s pussy while driving her home from the club…hmmmm..

𝜗𝜚 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟!𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐩!𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚.

visual

Ony was really planning on lecturing the whole ride home when you called him to come pick you up—not just because you were drunk, it’s becsuse you’d been slacking lately. He sighed when he answered the phone, your voice slurring but still understandable enough for him to hear you the first time.

He was quiet at first, but that silence wasn’t peace—it was tense. One hand on the wheel, the other resting heavy on your thigh almost immediately after you stumbled in the car like it belonged there, his thumb tapping like he was counting down before he snapped.

The second you slid into the passenger seat, the strong smell of liquor clinging to your skin, you leaned across the console with a sloppy grin. “Hiii, papa,” you dragged the syllable out, plump lips puckered as you tried to press a kiss to his lips. Your words were all syrupy and sweet, but your body was clumsy, damn near falling into his lap. Onyankopon caught you with one hand on your shoulder, jaw tight. “Sit back.” His voice was flat, firm, as he guided you into the seat like you were a child who couldn’t stay still. You back hit the cold leather as you looked at him, “Why you dont wan’ kiss m—“

“You not actin’ right.” he cut you off, shifting gears and putting his foot on the gas. You didn’t even question it, the corners of your glossed lips dipped into a frown as you turned your head to look out the window. That look he always caught you making when he wasn’t kissing your ass.

He looked over at you real quick before putting his eyes back on the road. “You out here actin’ like you grown, but can’t handle your responsibilities. Think everything a joke till it’s not. Skipping class, not pickin’ up when I call, drinkin’ like you ain’t got shit to do tomorrow…you think that’s responsible? That’s childish, mama. I ain’t raise no little ass girl, I got a woman sittin’ next to me, right?”

You and Ony had only been dating for four-ish years, and he always said that to you when you needed to be checked—even though he’s just a few years older than you. Still, he loved reminding you how disorganized and all over the place you were before him, like he took pride in being the one who steadied you.

As much as you shouldn’t, you always got turned on when he talked to you like this. When you were sober, you usually would hide it and let him lecture you but since you’re not—you weren’t hiding it as well. The fact that you were already thinking about him while you were out wasn’t helping at all.

You slouched in the passenger seat, hiccuping softly, braids falling across your face. “Mmm… you alwaaays so serious,” you murmured, tilting your head just enough to lock eyes with him. Your voice was thick with the shots you took before you left.

Without warning, you shifted in the seat, turning your body toward him. Your hand reached to drag slow across his chest, down his torso, fingers pressing into him like you needed something to hold onto. He always looked good but he looks extra good tonight for some reason, you just wanted to be in his skin.

“…you don’t wanna love on me?” you slurred, lips curling into a drunk grin. “You look s’good right now. I was thinkin’ ’bout you the whooole time… look.”

You fully turned to him so your back was to the door, spread your legs, slid your dress up over your thighs, bare pussy on display, slick already glistening, dripping down your entrance.

Ony’s grip on the wheel twitched when he seen you just spread yourself open without a second thought while he was driving. He was a little taken-aback because you didn’t even hesitate to expose yourself to him in a public space, which was unlike you. It was also a late Saturday night so it’s not like there was nobody on the road, you just didn’t give a fuck.

“You—” he mumbled as he stared at your drooling pussy, visibly pulsing like it was begging for him before he even touched you. His hand dragging down his face before it landed heavy on your inner thigh, palm caressing your skin, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his hand moving dangerously close to where you need him. “You sittin’ here wet as fuck while i’m tryna talk to you.”

But instead of pulling away, his thumb pressed down, lazily circling your clit. The wheel stayed steady in his other hand, but his voice dropped lower, teeth gritted. “Got me riskin’ our life ‘cause you don’t know how to behave.” The sudden stimulation you’ve been waiting for all night made you let out a soft moan, close your eyes and your head loll back, hitting the tinted window behind you.

Ony’s thumb dipped lower, brushing against the wetness pooling at your entrance, then slid back up in a slow, calculated stroke. Soft, breathy moans spilling from your lips, louder this time, messy and unrestrained.

“You wasn’t paying attention to shit I said when you sat your ass in here. You need to listen to me,” he demanded, voice firm, even while his thumb worked your clit slow, steady, making your thigh tremble uncontrollably. Your nails dug into the leather seat, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“…I ammm papa,” you breathed, voice breaking into a whine, head tipping back against the window, eyes glassy and unfocused, your mind hazy with nothing but him.

Ony’s lips curved into the smallest smirk, like he had heard something funny. “Mhm…you always say that when I’m makin’ you feel good. You not listenin’.”

You weren’t, you could only look down at his fingers as gradually sped up, shivering, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

“Y-yeaahhh I ammm… ohhh fffuck…” you moaned, your back arching off the door behind you.

The streetlights flashed past the windshield, casting sharp shadows over his face as he drove like it was nothing, smooth and steady, yet his pace never faltered.

His thumb pressed tighter, sliding down again to gather more of your slick before dragging it back up, spreading it slow over your swollen clit. He started shaking his head, eyes locked on the road, knuckles flexing on the wheel.

Your body jolted at the sharper stroke, thighs twitching, a high-pitched whimper slipping out before you could bite it back. “P-please, I am, I’m listenin’, I swear—”

“No,” he cut you off, voice steady but edged with heat. “You hearin’ me, but you not takin’ it in. Always gotta have shit my way before you learn.” His words were calm, but the pressure of his thumb contradicted every ounce of patience in his tone, circling faster, harder, dragging sounds out of you that filled the car louder than the engine.

Your hands flying to his forearm, clinging like you needed him to slow down, but your hips betrayed you—grinding, chasing more of what he gave. Your voice cracked around a moan, incoherent.

Ony’s had a look in his eyes like he was contemplating stopping the car in the middle of the street and just fucking you right there as you were moaning his name like it’s all you knew. Your fluids dripping down his seat, moans spilling out with no rhythm or restraint. He tried to keep it light to keep his focus on the road, but the sound of you, the heat rolling off your body, the way you were damn near crying for him—it pushed him over that line.

“Man, fuck this…” he growled under his breath, his hand left the wheel for half a second, snapping your thighs open wider before two of his thick fingers slid inside you without warning. The wet squelch filled the car, your gasp ripping through the air, sharp and needy.

Your body jerked, nails clawing deeper at the leather, eyes rolling back as your walls clenched tight around him. “Ohnnnyyy—ahhh! Ohmygod—”

Ony started dragging it out, fucking you on his fingers slow, thumb barely grazing your clit just enough to keep you twitching but not enough to push you over. Your little whines and the way your hips chased his hand had him twitching in his pants, but he kept that same steady pace—until he felt your walls start to grip down around him. That’s when he switched it up.

“Mhm, greedy ass pussy—tryna milk my fingers like it’s dick.” his tone covered in heat, almost a growl as his fingers drove into you harder, faster, curling with every pump, thumb pressing into your clit in rough, tight circles. The sloppy sounds of your pussy filled the car, wetness spilling down his knuckles, making the leather under you damp. The sudden pace had you crying out, body jumping, thighs clamping around his wrist as cream started coating his fingers thick. “Waitwaitwait!… I’m… I’m gonna… ohhh, shiiittt…!” you cried as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back.

“Yeah, there you go,” he grunted, never slowing down while you gushed around him, messy and loud, your release dripping down to his palm. Your head fell back, mouth open on a broken moan, body jerking helplessly as he worked you through it, thumb grinding mercilessly into your clit until you were damn near sobbing, shaking under his hand.

Ony’s smirk tuned into a lazy smile as he looked at the way your legs still twitched after he slowed. He eased his fingers out slow, coated in creamy release, before suddenly shoving them in your mouth while you were try to catch your breath.

His fingers stayed in your mouth, heavy on your tongue while you sucked them clean, eyes hazy and cheeks hollowing around his knuckles. The taste of yourself coated your tongue, making your thighs press tight together as he drove like nothing was happening.

The car slowed to a stop at a red light. Ony finally dragged his fingers from between your lips, slick glistening in the passing glow of the streetlamps.

“Sit up,” he ordered, voice low and rough. His hand curled in a lazy ‘come here’ motion.

You obeyed instantly, chest rising fast as you pushed yourself off the window. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, his still-wet fingers cold against your skin.

The pressure made your breath hitch, but before you could melt all the way into it, Ony leaned in, catching your mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slid past your lips, tasting the sweetness of your slick still lingering on your tongue, swallowing the soft whimper that left your throat.

The glow turned green, and he pulled back, dragging a thumb slow over your spit slicked plump bottom lip. “Messy ass girl. Keep it together till we get home,” he uttered, the tone in his voice let you know that he wasn’t just gonna let you doze off until the morning.

misshoneysplayhouse

Missing Out

Bestfriend!Jabber x Black Fem Reader

Summary: You and Jabber have had the same friends since Junior High still keeping contact all through out college, but one simple game of Uno changes the entire dynamic. Is it worth it or is he missing out?

!!CW!!: Friends to ???, fingering, mutual masturbation, kinda fluffy, sexual tension, hand job, spit play, reader has locs, sneaky, possible slow burn??

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble but oh well

Now playing on HNEY RADIO at Playhouse Records..

Ginuwine- In Those Jeans

Jacquees- Bounce

Summerella- 11 Something

Ginuwine- None of your friends business (It’s a must)

Trey Songz- Panty Wetter

** You know what to do ;)

“You good? Need a blanket? I’m serious about yo ass not going nowhere. You can leave in the morning.” “Yeah Antwan always got the AC blowing..” You spat, partially being honest about being cold, you just needed an excuse to snap you out of whatever you were thinking about. You ashed the blunt in the ash tray, scrolling on your phone to distract your mind. This is the same Jabber who clowned you for months after you started your locs saying you wanted to be him for the longest. The same Jabber you got greased up with early in the morning before getting on the bus, the same Jabber that made you laugh on your worst days and somehow getting through all four years of college hell you graduated with him. What was so special about him tonight? “Here..” Jabber spoke, tossing a thick comforter from the closet underneath the stairs over your head, closing the door to return back to the couch snatching some of the cover with a playful smile. The movie played on as the high consumed the both of you, you were trapped in your own thoughts and Jabber? His eyes were glued to the movie but the way he was nodding off proved just how bad he lost the Uno Game. “You not sleeping in your room?” You spoke, tapping him on the head. “I can’t lay with you? I’ll leave you alone once the movie over my bad..” He said with a snicker “I’m playing Jay i don’t want you falling asleep on me..” “You don't remember me falling asleep while your mom was yelling at us? That night we broke your bedroom door playing?” “Oh my god, i woke you up out of your sleep i threw what was it?” “A big ass bucket of cold water! Yo mama was pissed! had her floors all fucked up!" “I aint sorry.” You giggled. “That ass whopping ya mama gave you made you sorry.” “That’s my cue to leave, hand me my keys..” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before a laugh snuck its way out of your lips. Jabber paused for a moment watching you giggle while adjusting yourself on the couch, pulling up the blanket to completely cover your lower half. His glossy eyes glazed over your overgrown locs sitting on your shoulders, carefully watching how you rubbed your lip gloss in and how your nails clacked against each other every time you hit him in his arm or his chest. He liked to stick his finger right underneath your nose just to get you to pop him somewhere on his body. A favorite pastime of his. He rubbed his head, pushing a few locs out of his face as he leaned back, grabbing the keys off of the end table holding them over his head. “Oh these?” “Jabari I'm not in the mood to move around, give me my shit.” “Come get em..” He chuckled, leaning back as far as he could jiggling them up in the air. You rolled your eyes and indulged yourself into playing with him, reaching up to make the futile attempt to grab your keys.

misshoneysplayhouse

Honeyyyyy, girl I had a mf TIME last night!!

Linked with a dude and I was just making him nut all over himself, forcing him to hold eye contact and all😏 just stroking his shi, no?

Anyways, is there something you could do with a scenario like that? It’s totally fine if not. It can be with Jabber, tamsy, shit anyone idec

I had to write a drabble about Plug!Jabber about this because this made me giggle real good!!

As much as you loved being outside in the shivering cold night breeze wearing nothing but a tequila liquor coat, bar hopping from club to club with you friends, the nights you enjoyed the most were the ones where you would sit in your freshly deep-cleaned apartment.

Nothing satisfied you more than the smoke of the incense swirling around in the air covering your house with your favorite scent, your skin silky smooth from the bath you dipped yourself in and to top it off you had something waiting for you in the bed to end the night on a good note.

You placed the incense holder on the center table in the living room, walking around to make your way into the room where he laid in the bed shirtless, his scattered tats on his body made it look like he turned himself into a personal sketchbook along with the small face tat he had on the left side of his face he got when he let one of his friends practice on him.

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