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.
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soldier. onyankopon.
𓊆ྀི warnings .ᐟ + word count— 9.3K, original!blackfemreader, boyfriend!onyankopon, plug!onyankopon, fresh out the pen!onyankopon, southerncoded!onyankopon, femreader, shy!femreader, giggly!femreader, aggressive!onyankopon, sweet!onyankopon, dominant!onyankopon, car sex, doggy style, missionary, pet names, dirty talk, aggressive pet names, squirting, creaming, condomless sex, pussy eating, dick sucking, overstimulation, minors are not welcome! 𓊇ྀི
メモ。— inspired by the destiny’s child song. i just live for a wattpad hood love story, so here’s mine. love y’all.
YOU HADN’T BEEN THIS NERVOUS IN A WHILE. You wanted to gnaw at your heart shaped pendant sunken between heavy tits, deep plum gloss outlining your full lips that you’d chewed to a swell just minutes before. This moment didn’t feel real—and yet, it was. He was coming home.
Thick Louisiana heat presses against your skin like a lover’s embrace, sprawled across the king sized bed in the heart of the 7th Ward—a place where shotgun houses and Creole cottages line the streets like old friends. The walls of your shared home hum with memories, the scent of cayenne and slow cooked roux lingering in the air from last night’s gumbo. The bedroom is a sanctuary—mahogany furniture polished to a shine, silk sheets the color of midnight draped over the mattress, and gold framed photos of y’all’s happiest moments catching the dim glow of the sunset through half closed blinds.
But something’s missing.
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something about overstimulating men during sex that gets me riled up.
first they’re a little cocky, your hand tugging on their phat dick. honestly it’s a regular hand job. they’re moaning with a smirk on their face until their balls tighten and you stop a little to see it twitch until you spit on it once more and start tugging fast do that smirk drop and a frown comes above.
and the cum shot is long, splashing on your titties that sat nice in your navy blue lingerie.
the second you start stroking your hands on him again does he twitch and shake. It’s a lot because it’s surprising, it hurts a little but feels good more.
he’s laughing a little but it’s almost like he’s trying to hide the pain. “uhn f-fuck.” he keeps repeating it, over and over “ah- fuck- fuck!” and when he comes a second time you give him no break to start again.
you have to grip his dark harder because he has gotten so wet, his cum squelching between your fingers it’s frothing up at this point.
and now he’s in straight sweet agony.
his hips are thrusting, his spine is arching and gosh…his voice is wrecked.
“It f-fucking hurts!” , “god it feels so good b-baby.”
“I don’t know if I can cum anymore.” but he always cum, even if the cum shot is shorter because your draining his balls repeatedly
and you’ve gotten so wet, you decide you’re tired of hearing him fuss so you go and sit on his face reverse cowgirl so you can still stroke his dick.
that might have been the quickest he came. he’s licking you up, whining into you all while sniffing up your scent.
his thighs are squeezing together but you know he still wants some more cause his dick stay getting bigger, stay getting wetter, and stays getting harder.
“you can give me about 2 more yes?” you whisper and he whimpers.
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JEAN KIRSCHTEIN. ꒱
face buried in pussy. ⋆ pumping you with his fingers. ⋆ kissing all over you. ⋆ cuffed ‘n pounding. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ fondling your boobies through lingerie. ⋆ seashell. ⋆ smack smack smack.
ONYANKOPON. ꒱
sucking him off in the bathtub. ⋆ passionately eating you out ⋆ backshots. ⋆ hitting it from the back. ⋆ missionary. ⋆ cowgirl. ⋆ ten inches deep. ⋆ munching your sloppy folds.
LEVI ACKERMAN. ꒱
missionary. ⋆ choking in a manbeater. ⋆ humping his foot. ⋆ psycho dick sucker. ⋆ tied. ⋆ piston that pussy. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ in the kitchen. ⋆ fingering you. ⋆ bent over. ⋆ rough sex.
ERWIN SMITH. ꒱
creepin’ lookin’ thirsty
in which onyankopon is your side nigga, but he desperately wants to be your main.
he told himself he wasn’t gonna get attached, but he did, accidentally. it’s just the way you spoke, your attitude, the way your hips moved as you walked like you were the baddest bitch ever. you were fucking mesmerizing and you knew it.
you paid him no attention, you just used him for some occasionally head and shopping. you had more and better niggas on your roster, ony wasn’t one of them. but you know he was desperate for you, so you used it against him. he tries to act so nonchalant and not about your bullshit but he folds anytime you mention something about him being able to fuck you.
it was 2am, freezing cold. ony texted your phone. DING! DING!
im os, hurry up it’s freezing.
two mins nd im leaving bruh, i look like im creepin lookin thirsty asf
you were just done facetiming your main, then rolled your eyes once you opened the messages.
k im comin
you opened the door for him with the most unamused face. “hey.” he said, staring at you. “hey,” you sighed. “i came all this way to see you and you just have a fucking bored face.” his brows furrowed his voice more stern. “do i bore you y/n?” he asked, sounding somewhat defeated. “no—” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “ony, why are you acting like this?” you questioned.
“cause i know you talkin’ to all these lame niggas, y/n. why am i even here in the first place? just to know im in—” he thought what?—third place?!” he finalized. “it’s not fair.” he slightly pouted. “why won’t you just.. treat me like how i treat you. or..” he came inside slowly, getting closer to you who was standing in the doorway. “treat me like im him, just for tonight.” his hands on your waist gently, kissing on your jaw.
every thrust felt like ony was making straight love to you. “ony— fuck! hah..” you moaned, his thick hand gripped your cheeks, moving it so you can face yourself in the mirror. “yeah? see yourself? fuckin’ this pussy so good while you give it away to those fucking lames.” you couldn’t speak, your stomach churned with how deep he was. every few thrust they got deeper and hard, making you whine and groan. he ducked his head down, his lips by your ear. “you look so perfect, my princess.” he whispered.
“so beautiful when it’s just me fucking allat attitude out of you. you need a real nigga,” he kissed your ear, making your pussy flutter for a moment. “a. real. fucking. one.” he slapped your cheek harshly before gripping it again, you started to drool down his hand. “aint that right, princess?” he stared at you, looking all pathetic and slutty. “hah.. ha.” your words muffled, your mind melting with pleasure.
he for sure was gonna get ranked up.
a/n: do yall get the reference. issa teezo touchdown song ts has been stuck in my head for two weeks straight, got more ony fics in the making this is a lil sum.. pls request some jjba im itching to write I just dk what to write
PRESSURE’. (Ony)
⤷ ׂ“ warnings ノ Oral (m.receiving),Condomless, dirty talk, choking, spanking (js a lil), facepie?, fingering, doggy, angry sex?, hair pulling, build up, cheating accusations, mirror sex”
a/n: yes it took me 2 months to finish this..yes I got lazy at the end..
The penthouse was quiet except for the soft click of Ony’s dress shoes against the marble floor.
He loosened his tire as he walked in, exhausted from a 14 hour day, only to find you sitting in the living room, a glass of untouched wine on the table beside you.
“So we just gon’ act like everything’s fine?” You asked playing with your long French tip stilettos, he stopped. “I just got home.”
“Exactly.”
The tension hung thick between you two. Ony ran a tatted hand over his face, already knowing that this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation. “You seeing other bitches?”
“So you starting this shit again”
“I’m not starting anything I asked you a question”
“If I was, I wouldn’t still be married to yo ass would I” Ony says sternly.
“So an affair?
He chucked, almost like his ego was hurt “I don’t have time for this shit” he walked off, but you were immediately behind him “oh so i’m right then” you taunted him. “You always walking away when a conversation get too real for you to handle.” “You been drinkin.” You paused for a second— then you laughed, offended “please, I bearly had shit to drink”
He stopped and turned back to you. His controlled expression now faded into irritation. “I’m not about to argue with you about dumb shit right now.”
You walked closer to him bodies touching, feeling the heat radiating of eachother— “well I want to.”