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in that exact order !!!!!
okay yall my mirio togata (mha) story is outtt !! so if you read you know there’s a little question at the end sooo, baby or no baby? it would be the same story and perfect couple era but a part two with a pregnancy yk.
baby (including pregnancy) or no baby
BABYY
NO BABY
NASTY DOG.. mirio togata
LOTS OF PLOT my underrated husband!! hero banquet themed ♡ okay okay , warnings: 18+, daddy kink, oral, golden retreiver mirio, cowgirl, doggystyle, choking, thumb in da butt, rough, spit kink (not extreme whatsoever), anal play but not all the way, hair pulling, spanking, breast play, maybe im missing some?? hes a sweetie ofc (but NASTY)
mirio togata is sickeningly in love with his girlfriend. and everyone knows it.
like— everyone.
not in a cute little "oh they hold hands" way.
not in a "they post each other on social media" way.
no.
in a "the entire hero industry is tired of hearing about it" kind of way.
because mirio togata, one of japan's top pro heroes, future number one contender, beloved public figure, national sweetheart, and certified golden retriever of a man, was hopelessly obsessed with his girlfriend.
"she'd like this restaurant."
"that reminds me of her."
"my girlfriend says that all the time."
"my girl has a playlist for this."
"my girlfriend loves sunflowers."
"my girlfriend—"
"we know."
bakugo had yelled it during a hero meeting once.
an actual professional hero meeting.
mirio just laughed.
then pulled out his phone.
"speaking of my girlfriend, look how cute she looked this morning." bakugo nearly quit.
♡.
you and mirio had been together for almost four years. met through a charity event.
became friends first. then best friends.
then the kind of couple that made everyone around them violently single.
the kind that danced in grocery store aisles.
the kind that made playlists for each other.
the kind that sent "made it home?" texts.
the kind that could spend six hours doing absolutely nothing together and somehow still have the best day ever.
people liked to assume mirio was the romantic one.
he was. absolutely. but you were just as bad.
maybe worse.
because you knew exactly what that smile did to you.
exactly what those blue eyes did.
exactly what happened whenever he looked at you for too long.
and unfortunately? mirio knew too.
♡.
every friday morning there were flowers.
without fail.
rain. snow. heat wave. hero emergencies.
didn't matter. flowers appeared.
sometimes roses. sometimes peonies. sometimes sunflowers because they were your favorite.
sometimes random bouquets because he thought they looked pretty.
one time he bought flowers because
and you quote
"they looked like they had your vibe."
to this day you still didn't know what that meant.
♡.
the hero banquet invitation arrived on a tuesday.
gold embossed lettering. ridiculously expensive paper.
the type of invitation that practically screamed rich people.
you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when mirio burst through the apartment door.
immediately suspicious.
because nobody should be that excited.
"baby."
"no."
"i didn't say anything."
"you got that look."
"what look?"
"the look that gets me into situations."
mirio gasped.
hand over heart.
fake offended.
oscar-worthy performance.
"i would never."
"mirio."
"okay maybe."
♡.
the hero excellence banquet happened once a year.
professional heroes. agency leaders. public figures. media. sponsors. awards.
fancy food nobody could pronounce.
the whole deal. and mirio had been invited as an honored guest.
of course he had.everybody loved him. which honestly made sense.
you had never met someone who carried sunlight around inside them the way mirio did.
even now.
years later. after difficult missions. after losses. after exhausting days.
he still smiled. still laughed. still found reasons to be kind.
still believed people deserved second chances.
the world had tried very hard to make him cynical.
the world failed.
♡.
the night of the banquet arrived.
and honestly?
you were feeling yourself.
badly.
your dress was gorgeous.
not flashy.
not over-the-top.
just enough.
a rich emerald green satin that practically glowed against your dark skin.
the neckline framed your shoulders beautifully.
the fabric hugged your waist before flowing down into a soft elegant skirt.
gold jewelry shimmered under the lights.
your nails were done.
your makeup was flawless.
lip gloss shining.
eyelashes perfect.
your curls had been washed, deep conditioned, styled, fluffed, and blessed by every product known to mankind.
you looked good.
and you knew you looked good.
which was exactly why you smiled when you heard mirio approaching.
three. two. one. silence.
you looked up.
there he was.
frozen.
completely frozen.
dressed in a tailored black suit that fit him entirely too well.
broad shoulders.
blond hair pushed back neatly.
blue eyes wide.
speechless.
absolutely cooked.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"mirio?"
nothing.
his brain was buffering.
you burst out laughing.
his hand dragged down his face.
"oh, i'm finished."
"what?"
"i'm actually finished."
"you are so dramatic."
"no, seriously."
his eyes swept over you again.
and again.
and again.
like he physically couldn't stop.
"i'm never surviving tonight."
♡.
the car ride was torture.
for mirio.
because every time he looked over—
there you were.
looking pretty.
existing.
smelling good.
and apparently that was enough to destroy him.
you caught him staring at least fifteen times.
"baby."
"hm?"
"you keep looking at me."
"i know."
"focus on the road."
"i am."
"you are not."
"i'm multitasking."
"you are literally a hazard."
♡.
the venue looked like something straight out of a movie.
massive crystal chandeliers.
marble floors.
live orchestra.
floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
heroes everywhere.
and somehow every camera in the building immediately found mirio.
flash.
flash.
flash.
reporters called his name.
photographers shouted directions.
and before you could react—
his hand settled against your lower back.
protective.
comforting.
natural.
the same way it always did.
like his body automatically knew where you were.
♡.
the paparazzi absolutely loved you two.
unfortunately.
"mirio!"
"over here!"
"one more photo!"
"look this way!"
the flashes kept coming.
but every picture had the exact same problem.
mirio kept looking at you.
not the cameras.
you.
the photographers noticed too.
one finally lowered his camera.
"dude."
mirio blinked.
"hm?"
"the camera."
"oh."
then immediately looked back at you.
the photographer sighed.
"you are genuinely hopeless."
♡:
"oh my god."
mina ashido had spotted you.
and suddenly there was pink hair flying toward you at alarming speed.
adult mina somehow looked even cooler than she did in school.
confident.
stylish.
magnetic.
the kind of woman who could walk into a room and immediately own it.
she grabbed both your hands.
"girl."
"hi mina."
"you look stunning."
"thank you."
"no because seriously."
she turned dramatically.
"mirio looks sick."
"i know."
"he has not shut up about tonight for weeks."
across the room mirio buried his face in his hands.
♡.
tamaki was exactly the same.
older.
taller.
more confident.
still awkward.
still sweet.
still looking like social interaction physically pained him.
"hi."
"hi tamaki."
"thank you for dating him."
you laughed.
"what?"
"he'd be unbearable alone."
across the room mirio was somehow already embarrassing himself.
tamaki pointed.
see?
♡.
bakugo looked expensive.
that was honestly the best way to describe it.
sharp black suit.
perfect posture.
expensive watch.
permanent scowl.
successful hero energy radiating off him.
he looked at you.
then at mirio.
then back at you.
"...you make him tolerable."
you gasped.
mirio gasped louder.
bakugo rolled his eyes.
"it was a compliment."
♡.
"your dress is beautiful."
you looked over.
shoto.
still handsome.
still unintentionally intimidating.
still speaking like every sentence cost money.
"thank you."
he nodded.
mission complete.
conversation over.
♡.
uraraka hugged you.
jirou complimented your earrings.
aizawa looked exhausted enough to fall asleep standing up.
and all might?
all might practically adopted you.
"my boy talks about you constantly!"
"oh no."
"oh yes!"
"please stop telling people that."
mirio's soul visibly left his body.
♡.
dinner turned out to be even worse for mirio.
and by worse, you meant better.
for you.
because now everybody was seated.
the lights had dimmed slightly.
the orchestra played softly in the background.
and mirio was sitting directly beside you.
which meant you had unlimited access to annoy him.
a dangerous privilege.
especially because he'd already spent the entire evening staring.
every time somebody spoke.
he looked at you.
every time somebody laughed.
he looked at you.
every time you breathed.
somehow—
he looked at you.
you caught him doing it during all might's speech.
during the award presentations.
during a conversation with tamaki.
at one point you genuinely didn't think he heard a single thing anybody was saying.
"baby."
"hm?"
"what color is the stage?"
mirio blinked.
"...uh."
"exactly."
"i was listening."
"you absolutely were not."
"i was multitasking."
"you keep saying that."
"because i'm good at it."
you laughed.
his smile widened immediately.
like he couldn't help it.
like your laugh was his favorite sound.
♡.
halfway through dinner you noticed something.
mirio had gotten quieter.
not in a bad way.
just...
softer.
he still smiled.
still joked.
still laughed with his friends.
but every few minutes he'd lean closer.
his shoulder brushing yours.
his hand finding yours beneath the table.
his thumb tracing lazy circles against your knuckles.
small things.
comfortable things.
the kind of affection that happened after years together.
the kind that became second nature.
♡.
mina noticed immediately.
of course she did.
she noticed everything.
"look at them."
jirou glanced over.
"wow."
"right?"
"that's actually ridiculous."
"they've been making heart eyes at each other for like six hours."
"i think mirio forgot other people exist."
"i think that's been happening for years."
across the table bakugo looked genuinely disgusted.
"if they start feeding each other i'm leaving."
♡.
later in the evening the music changed.
slower now.
warmer.
couples began drifting toward the dance floor.
mirio immediately looked at you.
you pointed at him.
"don't."
"don't what?"
"whatever you're about to say."
"you don't even know what i was gonna say."
"yes i do."
his grin stretched wider.
"come dance with me."
"there it is."
♡.
you danced anyway.
because of course you did.
because saying no to mirio was basically impossible.
the ballroom lights reflected across polished marble floors.
golden chandeliers sparkled overhead.
and somehow the entire room faded away.
his hand rested gently against your waist.
your hand settled in his.
comfortable.
familiar.
easy.
like every dance you'd shared before this one.
"you know," mirio said.
"hm?"
"you're really pretty."
you groaned immediately.
"that's your line?"
"it's true."
"you've been saying that all night."
"because you've been pretty all night."
"mirio."
"baby."
you laughed.
he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
♡.
toward the end of the banquet people started saying their goodbyes.
heroes headed toward exits.
reporters packed up equipment.
award winners posed for final photos.
the atmosphere shifted.
less formal now.
more relaxed.
mirio had one arm around your waist while talking to tamaki and shoto.
but every few minutes he'd lean down and whisper something in your ear.
completely unserious things.
"do you think bakugo practices looking annoyed in the mirror?"
you nearly choked.
"stop."
"look at him."
you looked.
bakugo was standing across the room.
looking annoyed.
exactly as advertised.
"baby."
"what now?"
"if aizawa falls asleep standing up, do we catch him or let nature take its course?"
you had to hide your face in his shoulder.
"mirio."
"just asking."
a few minutes later—
"if i win hero of the year one day, can my acceptance speech just be me talking about you for ten minutes?"
"absolutely not."
"what about nine?"
♡.
the final photos of the evening happened near the entrance.
and unfortunately for everyone involved—
mirio had somehow become even more affectionate.
one arm around your waist.
fingers intertwined.
his smile brighter than every camera flash combined.
the photographer sighed dramatically.
"mirio."
"yeah?"
"look at the camera."
"i am."
"you are looking at her reflection in the camera lens."
"...oh."
"hopeless."
♡.
eventually it was over.
the music ended.
the ballroom emptied.
and for the first time all evening—
it was quiet.
just you and mirio walking toward the parking area beneath the city lights.
cool night air brushing against your skin.
your heels clicking softly against the pavement.
his hand in yours.
steady.
warm.
home.
♡.
the drive back was somehow worse than the drive there.
because now there was no banquet.
no reporters.
no friends.
no distractions.
just the two of you.
alone.
mirio drove with one hand on the steering wheel.
the other resting over yours.
the city lights flashed across his face every few seconds.
you glanced over.
he was smiling.
again.
"what?"
"nothing."
"mirio."
"nothing."
"you're doing the thing."
"what thing?"
"the smiling thing."
"i always smile."
"not like that."
his grin softened.
and suddenly he looked less like japan's golden hero and more like the boy you'd fallen in love with years ago.
the one who brought flowers every friday.
the one who called just to hear your voice.
the one who looked at you like you'd hung every star in the sky yourself.
the one who makes love to you in the sweetest, fulfilling way.
"i had fun tonight."
you squeezed his hand.
"me too."
"thank you for coming with me."
"you invited me."
"still."
his thumb brushed against your knuckles.
gentle.
absent-minded.
affectionate.
the way it always did.
♡.
by the time you reached home the city was quiet.
the elevator ride felt strangely short.
the hallway outside your apartment felt strangely quiet.
and when you finally reached the door—
neither of you moved immediately.
just stood there.
close.
comfortable.
smiling.
mirio looked down at you.
you looked up at him.
and for a moment neither of you said anything.
the night lingering around you both.
soft.
warm.
unfinished.
then he smiled.
that smile.
the one that always got you.
"hey."
"hey."
"you're still really pretty."
you immediately covered your face.
"oh my god."
his laughter echoed down the hallway.
bright and warm and completely impossible.
and somehow—
still your favorite sound in the world.
♡.
but— do you wanna know his favorite sound in the world?
really do you?
the sound you make when he slides his tongue inside of your dripping hole.
your dress and his suit was thrown somewhere in the living room.
also leaving a trail of undergarments to the bedroom. including the lace set you wore just for him.
he slowly slips off your panties licking his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy waiting to be tended to. he rubs your clit slowly, watching you squirm and whine. “mmm look at you… this is what the cameras dont get to see..” he said with a grin. “all f’ me.”
your legs spread wide, his hands reached up to play with your nipples before he dove in. mirio watched his spit drip down your pussy lips.
he slurped up all your juices, soaking his lips and face, his tongue swirled around your clit and the friction of his lips rubbed against you. “mph baby~” he murmured, the strain in his pants growing more and more.
“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”
your moans only make him to suck your clit with more aggression, which earns more whines and moans from your mouth. he slowly pulls his mouth off once he feels like you’re wet enough then takes off the pants restraining him.
“you're real antsy, huh?" he questions, lips making a pop! as he pulls away.
“please mir, can i ride?“ you asked breathless.
“be my guest, love.“ he said laying back, exposed completely without a care in the world.
when you finally sink down, he thanks all his lucky stars that he has you in his life.
you let out a beautiful moan, placing your hands on his chest, unaware your nails were digging into him. he didnt mind tho.
“yes baby, ride that shit~“ he said, giving you a smack on the ass as encouragment.
“fuck baby, just like that.” mirio groans, leaning back on the pillows as you bounce up and down on his cock. your juices flowed down his balls as you sped up, moaning everytime you sunk down.
you wrapped your hands around his throat squeezing slightly, watching his eyes fluttler back.
“daddy! im- so-full!“
“mmph~!” you toss your head back. “fuck baby, i’m gonna-!” you gasp, back straightening as your orgasm washes through you.
“shit.“ he curses out as his load shoots inside of your greedy pussy.
he leaned up planting a kiss on your sweaty forehead, nowhere near done for the night.
“turn around.“ he said sternly. your funny, sweet boyfriend was gone now. but hed be back.
he’s holding onto your hair and using it to pull you back onto his dick as he pounds into you while your face is just rammed into the pillows, pussy making a mess all over him.
he chuckles watching your fingers curl into the fabric, desperately trying to reach for his hands he’s got you arched so prettily, one foot propped up next to you, hips snapping into yours over and over. hitting so deep
“too much?” he chuckles.
“no!” you cry. “more please!!”
he sticks his left thumb into his mouth, sucking before pulling out a grazing it over you tight ass. then- he slides it in, stretching you deliciously.
“yes! so-so good~ daddy fuck!“ you cried out.
not from pain but overstimulating pleasure.
it was so so so nasty. but so so so good.
he smacked your ass repeatedly, thrusts never slowing. “can i cum?“ you asked teary eyed.
“cum all over this dick. give me that shit , baby~“ he said feeling you tighten, and tighten until you gushed all over him.
“ah, baby im about to cum~ all in that pussy“ he said chasing his own high now, fucking you through your orgasm.
and thats what he did, shot his load into your accepting hole with a muffled cry of his own.
everyone always said yall were the perfect couple. who knew how yall got down behind closed doors...
soon everyone would, in 9 months of course.
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you really were supposed to be sleep.
it was almost midnight, your bonnet was already on, skincare done, lashes off, and you were laid across the king-sized bed in one of kats’ old hero shirts that basically swallowed you whole.
but instead? you were on hero-tok. again.
"girl, why am i even on here?" you muttered, thumb scrolling.
and there he was. katsuki. every other video was your man.
edits. slow motion clips. fight compilations. thirst traps. news articles. most fake.
and the comments? oh girl.
the comments had you ready to fight invisible ppl.
@herosaremyweakness: "he so fine."
@layspotatochip23: "i need him."
@therealmrsbakugou: "that man can yell at me any day."
@katsglazer: "i'd risk it all."
you sucked your teeth.
"risk what exactly? he don’t want that?" you thought.
you clicked another edit. the beat dropped.
katsuki appeared on screen covered in soot after a villain fight.
his smooth pale skin was glistening under city lights, sweat running down the sharp lines of his jaw. his hair was pulled back by a black headband, a few pieces peeking from beneath the band. the scar above his eyebrow looked fresh from that angle.
the comments went crazy. you rolled your eyes.
"y'all ain't never seen a fine man before?" you added.
but lowkey... you got it. you understood. bakugou was fine. like annoyingly fine. tall too. 6'4 and always taking up space. broad shoulders. thick arms.
tattoos peeking from underneath his hero uniform. and that permanent irritated look on his face? whew.
another edit started. you folded your arms.
———
"don't like 'em friendly with these girls i like 'em ru-u-ude."
cause katsuki paid women absolutely no mind.
like genuinely.
girls would be throwing themselves at him. asking for pictures. slipping numbers into his pockets. flirting shamelessly. and he'd just stare at them.
blank.
like they were a wall. like they didn't even exist.
unless it was you. that was the funny part.
his entire personality switched when it came to you.
still rude.
still mean.
still grumpy.
but different. soft underneath it.
you smiled to yourself. then immediately clicked another edit. bad decision.
"i like 'em light."
you sat up.
"oop."
cause yes. very much yes. kats skin was gorgeous.
rich and ever so soft, to be fighting constantly. especially during summer. the sun would hit him and you would just stare.
and he'd catch you staring too.
"what?" was always his response
"nothing."
"stop lookin at me."
which only made her look harder. another swipe. another edit.
———
"i like 'em tall."
"clock it."
cause every picture yall took together looked ridiculous.
you weren’t too short.
you’re 5'5.
but bakugou made everybody look tiny.
he'd wrap one arm around your shoulders and you’d look like you were being escorted by somebody's personal bodyguard.
not that you minded. at all. another edit.
"oh, man, i love the tattoos."
you actually threw your phone down for a second.
cause whoever made this edit was reading your diary.
the tattoos were unfair.
absolutely unfair.
black ink wrapped around his forearms.
a few pieces disappeared underneath his shirt collar.
there was one on his shoulder you loved more than life itself.
you knew every line. every detail. every inch. and you weren’t ashamed to admit it either.
a few more edits later and you were fully gone. finished. cooked. fried. burnt. obsessed.
you already knew you loved your man.
but seeing thousands of people agree? made it worse. or better.
depending on how you looked at it.
the penthouse door opened around one in the morning. kats stepped inside looking exhausted.
hero work had obviously been kicking his ass. his uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder.
his hair was messy. his tattoos were visible. and you immediately sat up in bed.
oh lord. there he go.
he stopped.
"...why you lookin at me like that?"
you grinned. close to the cheshire cat.
he narrowed his eyes.
"nah."
"what?" you responded innocently.
"don't 'what' me." he said rolling his eyes and pinching his nose bridge.
"babe."
"what did you do?"
you climbed off the bed.
slowly. dramatically. he started backing up.
"stop walkin towards me."
"why?"
"cause you got that look."
you wrapped your arms around his waist. he sighed immediately. all that tough hero energy disappeared.
gone. evaporated.
you pressed your cheek against his chest.
he automatically rested a hand on your head.
"you know you fine?"
katsuki groaned. "here we go."
"i'm serious."
"you being weird."
"and you’re handsome."
"y/n."
"and tall."
"y/n."
"and strong."
"y/n."
"and them tattoos—"
"Y/N."
you started laughing. hard.
the constant annoyed look on his face only made it funnier. cause that's what nobody else understood. everybody saw pro hero bakugou. the scary one. the rude one. the explosive one.
you saw your boyfriend.
the one who remembers your coffee order. the one who carries your shopping bags. the one who acted tough but got clingy when he was tired. the one who always reached for you in his sleep. you squeezed him tighter.
he looked down at you.
"you done?"
you smiled.
"nah."
“help me." he muttered quickly.
you stood on your tiptoes.
kissed his cheek.
then whispered,
"oh, boy, i love him. i can't get him out my head."
for once?
the katsuki bakugou actually got quiet. his ears turned red. and you knew you won.
cause no villain in japan could embarrass kats. but his girlfriend? every single time.
then, to his surprise you grabbed him by his shirt collar dragging him to the bed.
he kicked off his shoes and followed suit.
he laid on his back watching as you dropped your moo-moo. and he slid down his pants. tired? where?
he was hard. surprisingly it doesnt take much. not when its you anyway.
you admired his dick for a second, long with veins showing beneath his pale skin, his pretty pink tip throbbing. and then your eyes traveled back up to him.
his chest heaving, still shiny from sweat. his crimson eyes peering into yours, awaiting your next move.
you crossed your right leg over his waist, backing your ass back onto his cock.
no matter how many times yall have fucked, he stretches you ever so deliciously.
your hands found their place on his chest, as you grinded onto his dick. a mix between a moan and a whimper escaped his mouth.
“fuckk— baby“ you sped up your pace. throwing it back on him. left to right.
you couldnt stop moving. it felt good. too good.
“so good— mph its so good tsuki“
he smacked your ass as encouragement
"c'mon cum on my cock," he commanded, slapping your ass again with a little more agression, really feeling it.
"f-fuck daddy—mhh!"
“i love this fat ass. c’mon baby ride that shit“
he started thrusting into you hard and fast making you cry out.
you attempted to lift off of him but of course he didnt let that happen, “come on baby you started this, take that shit.“
the next hard thrust combined with a stinging smack to your ass pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the air as your pussy gushed around his cock, shaking violently.
"shit that's it baby, so good“ he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn't stop. he kept pounding into your pussy chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, curses spilling out thrusted up
"gonna fill this pussy up, fuckkk~”
with a couple final thrusts he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as ropes of cum shot inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your pussy.
you rolled over off him. “babe?“ you whispered.
“yeah?“ he answered panting.
“i think...“ you said looking at him “..i like you.“
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DEEP SEA DIVER... onyankopon x reader
shortyy ficc 18+ | i need a deep sea diver, swimming with the fishes, all up in this pussy like he on a secret mission 😉
after a long saturday of working (shopping), youre tired out, but you still wait for your man to get back from hoopin’.
to occupy yourself, you take a everything shower and do face masks.
now when he gets back you swear you can hear the water gush from your cat, seeing Ony, shirt off, sweat dripping from his abs, chain glistening. his slender figure lingering in the doorway.
and like he had, spidey senses, he knew you were wet too..
—
“mmph- daddyyy too good!“ you let put in a squeak.
he had your ankles pinned by your head, one hand around your neck, the other playing with you soaked puffy clit.
“a nigga cant play ball these days“ he said in a chuckle, detaching from your pretty clit.
anytime he ate you out he made sure to spend equal time tounge fucking you, and sucking on your pretty clit.
“s’ too good, mm“
he ran his tongue up and down your dripping cunt, not leaving any part un touched.
his hands began wandering, from squeezing your titties, to sliding a finger into your mouth to suck on as tongue fucked your tight cunt like he had something to prove.
he ate like a starved man, for atleast 15 minutes, sometimes you have to beg for the dick cause hes perfectly fine just eating you.
“shit’s sweet as hell, ma“ he let out tightening his grip.
“please- please can i cum“ you finally managed to let out.
“damn already, im just startin, mama.“
BUNNA SUMMA - in the summer ony ain nothing to play with
warnings: 18+ loves , semi-public sex , backshots , choking , unprotected sex (wrap it before you let him tap it suh) , slight daddy!kink , kissing ofcc , oral sex , [lyrics from bunna summa by bunna b if you ain heard it go listen 🥰]
2PM in the Miami sun ain no joke. It’s mid-july, the suns out and everybody is in Miami for one reason. Parties.
“Yeah we bout to have fun, you know summer just begun.”
——
*incoming call Koshi*
“Y/N, girl oh my gosh you already know what im bout to say”
You took a deep breath and sighed, “What party and where, Kosh?”
“ ‘Ami Beach.. you already know we gotta pull up.”
“Time?” She paused before saying “5”
You looked at the clock and it was only 2 and you had no plans, “You know my only rule.”
Koshi paused before clicking her tongue “Yes you can bring your mannn, just tell him to get in where he fit in.”
You chuckled, “Igh girl see you at 5.” You ended the call to go talk to Ony.
He was in the living room playing 2K with his homeboys (or homedaddies as you like to call them).
“Babe, party at 5, ‘Ami beach. You in?” You said coming up behind him on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Koshi again? That girl needa chill.” You laughed feeling down his chest.
“Please bae?” He clicked his tongue looking at his watch. “Yeah igh.”
——
“We outside, you know it’s gonna be a vibe.”
Ony drove one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh. You wore an all pink outfit, a cute swimsuit top and pink matching shorts.
Your braids flipped to a side part, curls popping, skin glowing.
Getting to the beach, Kosh got out the car running straight to the sand as soon as she seen a tall tatted dreadhead.
You on the other hand, walked straight to the group of people with drinks in their hand, hand in hand with your mannn.
But after you got into the crowd you dropped his hand. Soon as you stepped outside, you already knew you was finna piss Ony off a lil bit.
Not enough to make him mad-mad… just enough to get that look on his face. The tight jaw. Them hard eyes. The way he grabs your waist a little firmer when he trying not to trip in front of everybody.
Your favorite version of him.
——
“Call up the plug, roll the three five in a blunt”
The whole block outside lit. Music beating through the pavement, grills smoking, liquor flowing, everybody dressed like the heat got something to prove.
You had on these tiny pink shorts that kept riding up every time you moved, lip gloss popping, braids fresh down your back. You caught Ony staring before you even made it down the sand.
He was by the grill fanning smoke out his face.
“Don’t start that shit today, Y/N.”
You just smiled.
“I ain’t even do nothing yet.”
Whole time you absolutely were.
Everywhere you went, you made sure he felt you. Not even touching him for real just close enough to mess with his head.
Brushing past him slow. Leaning over the table in front of him when I ain’t have to. Twerking with Koshi, singing “Fuck where you from, you ain't fuckin' with my cityyyy” dragging the y.
Right where he could see you while acting like you forgot he existed
And Ony?
Girlllll… he was trying so hard to stay cool.
Every time another dude got too comfortable talking to you, here he come outta nowhere sliding an arm around my waist like:
“She good.”
Not rude. Not loud.
Worse.
Calm Ony was dangerous.
One time you stole his chain right off his neck while he was distracted fixing somebody plate. Slipped it on yourself and walked off laughing.
“Y/N.”
He ain’t even yell.
Just said your name low.
You ignored him on purpose.
Few minutes later you posted on a car hood with Koshi and some others, sipping dark liquor, feeling cute, and suddenly Ony was standing right between your legs looking up at you.
“Give me my chain before I embarrass you.”
The way he said it made your stomach flip.
You laughed in his face anyway.
“You not gone do nothing.”
He grabbed your thigh under my dress just enough to make you choke on your drink.
“Oh aight.”
Then walked off like he ain’t just almost kill you.
——
“Ah-da-da-da, yeah, we stay litty”
As the party turns into night and the music slows down, You finally push him too far by hopping into somebody else’s car as a joke while his back is turned.
He calmly pulls you right back out by the hand while everybody laughs, and for the first time all day you realize he’s actually irritated.
He scanned around the beach with his grip still tight on your hand, looking for Koshi.
He seen her hop in a the back of the same dreadhead she was eyeing earliers car and assumed she was fine as they drove off. Then he dragged you to a nearby cabana. Eyes low.
The walk was silent. He pulled back the curtains as you dropped down on the bed. You crossed your legs on the bed, watching your anklet sparkle in the late sun.
He pulled the curtains back together, tying them together.
That compression shirt showed off his muscles in the sexiest way possible. His chain that you hadnt even realized he took back sparkled, matching the gold grills on his teeth.
He sat on the bed and crawled towards you slowly, like a panther ready to pounce.
His right hand flew to your neck like a magnet. “Bring yo ass here, ma.“
You crawled over closer to him. Your pussy was soaked.
“Wassup On, you know the party ain over yet.“ You said ever so sweetly.
“Its over for yo ass, lay back.“ He demanded, eyes low, voice dark and roaring.
You obeyed, he slid off your shorts and pretty pink panties, staring at your dripping cunt.
He dove in like a deeo sea diver, french kissing your clit, before slipping in one of his large fingers.
He let go of your puffy clit and looked up at you, finger still moving in and out of your sloppy pussy.
“You done playing, ma?“ He asked. You moaned uncontrollably unable to form words.
“Please.. On.. Im sorr-ry.“ That halted his movements.
“Turn over.“ As soon as you put your ass in the air he slid into you, one hand on your neck one on your hip.
He pounded into your pussy so hard you were sure people nearby could hear the claps. You didnt gaf tho.
“Who ain gon do shi?“ He asked landing a slap to your ass. “You can talk when im deep in that pussy tho.“
“mmph- daddy im sorry- its too good“ You barely let out.
“Not good enough for yo ass to behave tho rii?“ He said landing another smack.
“Throw that shi back.“ He slowed his pace for a second only to pick back up.
“m-mmph~ its too good“ You cried out, gripping the sheets trying to crawl away.
“uh uh, take this dick, ma. you gone behave today.“
He smacked your ass twice before moving his hand to grab your hair, pulling you back on it.
“too-too deep, please onyyy.“
“you sorry?“
“yes, yes im sorry daddy.“
“nut on this dick , ma. show me how sorry you are“
You moved rigorously on the dick. Desperate for release.
He shot his load inside of you, pulling out and watching it drip out. “I accept your apology ma.“
And for this reason only, was why summer was your favorite season, like bunna said
“Yeah we bout to have fun, you know summer just begun.”
And summer just had begun.
“tell a friend to tell a friend… she’s backkkk”
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