Cuteness aggression? Let’s talk about reader who has hotness aggression.
Reader! who has a disgusted, nasty bitch face every time he passes by you and your friends in the cafe you both frequent.
He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong (this time) for you to scuff and roll your eyes so much at him. Maybe if he looked in the God damn mirror and saw how sexy he looked in that tank top or worse— his muscular chest at being perfectly hugged by a black turtle neck and a chain.
Reader! who bangs their hand (or head) on the table everytime you see his back muscles flex unconsciously. Shaking your head and cursing when his tattoos show and the sweat dripping down his arms on his arms after a workout. God took his sweet time making him, you could fight him in hand to hand combat for being so good looking.
Your friends can’t help but tease you because you in no way have the confidence to talk to him but you always stare, eyebrows knitted like your angry but heat rolls down every bit of you whenever he so much as glances or gives you a questionable look.
“There’s your little boyfriend.” You friend snickers as he passes by, trying to hide yourself in a book but it’s not working, you’re brown eyes are locked on him though. Always.
“Don’t piss me off.” You say tightly gripping the book in hand like a vice, and he hears you this time. And sure, he sucked it up those first couple of times. But he’s sick of your shit, quite frankly.
He turns to your table, directly looking at you with his handsome face, and cocks an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with me or something?”
You blink once, slightly stunned, then, sitting back in your seat and looking down at your book, “No, I’m good.”
He grumbles in annoyance, walking to order his coffee.
“Dude, it’s no way you’re still thinking about him.”
You and your friends had a girls night out, but you were still fantasizing about the interaction you had earlier in the day.
You’ve got that love sick look on your face, tipsy and smiling, “He looked so fine annoyed y’all, shit! I could’ve ate him whole! I could eat his muscles right now! Hes so hot I could die! AGGH!” You fake choke yourself, completely helpless.
It’s a hideous chance of fate that he hears your silly little conversation from the bar, the way you gush and squeal over him of all people.
Didn’t take long to have you bent over his kitchen counter, cheeks smooshed together by his beefy bicep and forearm as he had you in a headlock, slowly dragging his veiny cock out of you and ramming it back in, fucking you beautifully dumb.
“Heh, is this all you fuckin needed to make such a cute face f’me?” He brushes your curls back, every moan and face making his dick even harder.
He lets you breath a little, not easing up on his thrusts, but enough to let air circulate to your brain again. But yout can’t, hand gripping the counter, you feel so good while he drills into you. Your slippery walls squeeze around him as you drool and knaw down his arm.
“So- ‘s goood, soo fuck- good! Aaangh!”
The man snickers, “Fuck- Can’t even think straight, got m’self a dumb little brat.”
˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Simon, Toji, Sukuna, Suguru, John, Gaz, Soap, Gojo, Eren, Keegan, Ony, Erwin, Smoke, Stack, Rengoku, Nanami.
a/n: lmfao, Reader singing Fantasize by Ariana before he came over and scooped you up. Unconsciously manifesting.
