Could Look At Him All Day( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ `

Imagine toji leaving the room after about 4 rounds and comes out with a full motorized scooter. “Y/n where the fuck did you hide my scooter, you know my legs are ancient artifacts these days.” @violxtbxbyy @kazushawty

I woke up in a new bugatti 👨🏽‍🦼💨💨💨💨

I was just thinking about him too ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Obsessed with the idea that Tenya is actually the biggest slut for you :(

He just can’t help it! With your deliciously thick thighs that squeeze his head just right when he eats your chubby pussy, pulling your downright sticky folds apart before running a flat tongue against the length of you. 

He sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue rhythmically over the bundle of nerves, eyes watching how your cute tummy jiggles and shakes from the intensity of the feeling of his mouth on you. 

He’s whining, moaning at the taste of you as he grinds his clothed cock into the mattress, trying his best not to cum too quick :((

It’s fruitless in the end however, as soon as he reaches a hand up to fondle your breasts and you cry out as you orgasm, he feels his hips stutter as his own orgasm hits him unexpectedly, burying his face further into your cunt.

And when he finally comes up for air, glasses all fogged up and crooked, practically hanging off of his face, you can’t help but pull him into a feverish kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He’s just… too fucking cute :(((

I wouldn’t minded being sandwiched between them

Hockey player Bakugou and Izuku are so fucking aggressive on the ice everyone expects it of Katsuki but not too many people expect it from sunshine Izuku, especially since a lot doesn't get under his skin.

You make sure to catch your favorite team every chance you get. Bundled up and right next to the ice with the plexiglass where blood and sweat is often smeared from rough checks.

Tonight you're lucky enough to not only be graced by Izuku shoving someone roughly into the ice with the nastiest snarl on his face before he makes eye contact with you and suddenly his sunshine smile is back and his eyes are crinkling in the corners.

You also get Katsuki who grunts and growls as he slams the guys head into the plexiglass shoving him down into the ice and when he looks up at you his mean snark turns into a cocky smirk and a wink is sent your way.

Tips would be of great help! Thank you very much for the support. (ko-fi)

Delicious right here \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Just wanted to say I LOVE your work! Especially with the inclusion of a black reader/character 😭🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

This is a personal lil thought of mine, BUT

John Price wouldn’t say he was dating a black woman, but there would be signs. Even though his style would be fine beforehand, He’d be dressing nicer, his hair and beard would always be well groomed and overall put together.

I think Gaz would be the first to peep something different from his Captain cuz he recognizes the work of his own people lol

And you're right because suddenly this man's beard is lined up too nicely and that damn hat is gone. Check it below the cut love.

Rating: gen audience

It all started a few months ago with a simple, "Hey Captain?" Johnny says, "Nice cologne, the hens in the media bay can't stop talking about it."

Price only shrugged, not really paying attention, "Just trying something new."

Kyle agrees, it's new, and he thinks it fits his Captain nicely.

Then, things escalate from that one-off comment.

Kyle is perplexed. Confused. Genuinely thrown for a loop because why is his Captain sporting a tapered fade that connects tastefully to his beard? With the side burns fading into the connect?

Kyle just shruggs it off as someone at his boss' super cuts trying and talking him into something new.

Only the new hair style stays and there are plenty of women and men staring at him with lust filled eyes.

The next thing Kyle noticed was the glittering shine of a simple gold chain around John's neck. It's thin, and within regulations, the clasps are too small for his co's large hands to actually put on. Kyle peeps the little gold cross that's just dangling there when he leans over the desk to point out things in their mission dockets. Hm when did he find religion? It's not really his business.

Okay what the actual fuck? Kyle is wondering where John heard the phrase "Do I look like Boo Boo the fool" to be able to understand that he needs to not answer that question with anything other than "no ma'am". They are working with another task force that's headed by an older black woman who's a force to be reckoned with. But that's beside the point because, since when did he learn that and whom did he learn it from?

John Price isn't one to actually keep up with eating lunch at work. Kyle remembers having to drag and threaten and get Simon and Soap to help him get their leader to at least try and eat lunch and not work through it. Nowadays? This man brings in lunch, and it's not what you expect. What Kyle is expecting, well...he's not really sure what he is expecting, but seeing this man eat a fried plantain sends him.

It all comes to a head when the four of them are leaving a debrief. They are shipping out at the start of next week. Set to be gone for like maybe a few months. Johnny is begging asking for them all to go out for lunch and Price only raises an eyebrow.

"Can't today Soap." Price says as they exit the office building. His eyes scan the parking lot, and a smile breaks onto his face at the sight of a shiny black car. "I've got plans."

Now Kyle knows how to put two and two together to get four. He's had his suspicions, but the reality of John Price even dating never crosses his mind. He really thought it was just the effects of him and Soap teasing him for being an out of touch old man. But no...he crosses the parking lot and opens the car door to help out a gorgeous brown beauty. There's no telling how old she could be because Kyle knows black doesn't crack (he's often called baby face...its why he refuses to shave off the little facial hair he has). Johnny is shocked and Simon just grunts out a small "huh?" as they watch their captain help his girl into the passenger side of the car.

"In hindsight." Kyle smiles and says as they watch the car pull off, "That new cologne he started wearing months ago should have let us know far before the tapered fade."

I wouldn’t mind (≧◡≦) \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/

A/N: This came to me in some wackass half-dream haze and I felt so strongly about it that I spent way too much time on it :'0

Synopsis: Your annoying werewolf friend with benefits “accidentally” forgets to pull out one night.

CW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, friends with benefits turns yandere, yandere had previous FWB’s, baby-trapping, pregnant reader

Werewolf! Yandere X Fem Reader

“I'm so glad we can fuck like this,” Your, lack of a better word for it, fuckbuddy huffed in your ear. “No falling in love with me, not having to dote on you like an idiot of a boyfriend.”

You tried to block out his manic, cock-driven rants when you first started sleeping with him, how he was surprised you didn't pretend to bat your eyelashes and hold on desperately to his arm like a clingy lover after the first ‘session.’ so many other girls, other partners, other “sleepovers” he's had would get attached, annoyingly so in his opinion. 

A part of his hubris in creating unwanted lovers made you dislike him even further, even if he was good at making you claw at the bedsheets and beg for more of him inside you. 

How could he blame your fellow humans for falling for a beast so much larger, naturally protective and possessive while he was railing them? You were only safe from any kind of affections for him because of how irritating you found him as a neighbor in your apartment complex. Knocking things over with his giant tail, cussing in the middle of the night for breaking yet again another bed, or perhaps bedframe. 

Maybe if he didn't have such a sick fetish for humans like your kind, your frailty as a species and longing for such an obsessive protector, he wouldn't have so many admirers, and simultaneously so many nightly lovers. 

Despite his permissive behavior and attempts to disgust his fuck partners, they came crawling back hoping for more-- for a family and a life with a beast who no human man could match up to,in size, strength, or pleasure. 

but you were always welcome in his bed-- leaving before he tried to kick you out, taking your birth control immediately in a panic after, hardly making conversation in the halls-- it was a great give and take situation. You both satisfied each other, with no strings attached. 

He knew you were irritated by his teasing, by how he gloated in how much you loved his werewolf cock, how you probably couldn't wait to come back for more. You'd shove out of his way, annoyed and sick of his charades. And yet, like clockwork at midnight, you'd be at his door, or he'd be at yours-- and the rest would be history. 

That didn't make him any less insufferable while he was busy making you squeal, however. but it was worth it, the ecstasy you felt after and the seeming addictiveness his pheromones brought you. Your whole week was brightened, you were less irritable-- when you weren't around him, atleast-- and you felt fresher, more like yourself. 

It was hard not to come crawling back for that same euphoria again, even if it hurt your pride to do so. So you kept up a reluctant “friend's” with benefits relationship, Ignoring how he seemed to stop bringing anyone else over, blocking out how he tried to kiss you when you writhed beneath him. Even taking his time when he ate you out like a prisoner devouring his last meal. 

It felt far more…personal. Like you weren’t two strangers who had become accustomed to each other’s beds and ceilings. You didn’t even know what he did for work, what he ate for breakfast, or if he even had family. 

It meant hardly anything to you, knowing there was no chance for more seeing how guarded the werewolf was about relationships, no expectations extending for him to treat you to dinner or kiss you after making you cum. So why was it so physically exhausting when he became more gentle, less apathetic when he roughhoused with you on the bed as his form of foreplay? 

He actually let out a satisfied groan at witnessing the dips and flesh of your body now, smelling you from the sweat on your forehead to your knobby ankles. He grew quiet with animalistic intensity as the bulge in his sweatpants got damper, more constrained. 

What really hit the nail on the head for you was how your “sessions” got slower. He was savouring being inside of you, drawing out both of your orgasms instead of chasing it as roughly as physically possible-- like he had when he first laid eyes on your naked self. He dared to edge you at the cusp of an orgasm a few times, slowing and grinning at the burning in your eyes, your attempts to overpower him with no avail. You thought it was just some twisted game, another irritating part of his obsessive power grab that he’s been trying to wave over your head since you first met him. 

But no, he merely wanted that glare to be on him, to be eye to eye with you. No matter how many times you attempted to stare at the ceiling and prevent from falling into those hazel, speckled eyes, he kept his attention right at yours. He wouldn’t force you to look back, but he would never look away, like some kind of stalker you were letting on your bed and into your pants. 

You had tried to stay away, to ease your addiction of that pheromone-causing high that was making you more aroused and beautiful by the day-- but you caved. And that, was the moment you knew you had officially messed up. Hearing his jaggy, breathy, “You’re mine,” in the midst of his ruts was not as hot and heavy as most would perceive it as. It created a pit in your stomach, a feeling that never went away after he finished. You could only vaguely get up, taking your clothes and finding your way to the door. 

You avoided him indefinitely after that, ignoring the craving inside of you to be intimate with him, to know that he was near and ready to pounce on you. But after weeks of your fucking sessions coming to a strange halt, it was no surprise that the werewolf wouldn’t let you off easy.

“I slammed on your doorbell like 50 times last night. And you didn’t even say hi in the lobby, what the hell? Why’re you avoiding me?” He slammed his rickety green apartment door shut behind him without a forethought. “Listen, you made me drag you in here, okay? I wouldn’t have had to do this if you would just talk to me.”

You sigh, irritated and mind far too busy to deal with his mood swing.

“I wasn’t. I’ve just been busy. I don’t have time for, being here every night anymore.” You shrugged your coat off, trying to remind him you were still in control even if he was blocking your method of escape. 

“Oh, Is that it? Or have you found someone new instead to fuck you, someone else in this apartment building maybe?” He came up behind you, watching as you stared at the bed’s rustled sheets, white linen that you couldn’t tell had been washed or not. 

You let out an exasperated “ugh”. Of course his first thought was that you were busy fucking somebody else. 

But you weren’t given time to argue, to point out his hypocrisy. You were flipped on the bed, staring again at the blurry ceiling you’ve become so familiar with in his apartment. 

“No… You smell just the same, exactly as you should. Like me.” 

He pried your legs open to make room for straddling you, pushing his crotch directly below your jean’s zipper. 

“So what’s the problem? Why’re you so uptight, thinking you’re too good to come ‘round my place.”

He grabbed at your hips, your cotton shirt rolling up as he dug under it. And there, lied the problem. 

“Hey!” You shouted, trying to push his invasive hands off. 

“What--” Pulling down your shirt didn’t matter much, he had already seen it. 

“I was leaving you alone for a reason,” You gritted your teeth, sitting up on the bed. Both of you went quiet for a moment, his eyes wide, but not as bewildered in anger like you expected.  

You spoke quietly, trying to ease the tension. “I’m going to take care of it. I didn’t realize this would happen, I was doing everything right--”

“I can’t believe.. It actually worked.”

You looked at him, not with fear this time, but explosive fury. 

Now it was your turn to shout an unbridled “What!?”

“Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck, hair getting so long to the point it brushed against his short fingernails. “I can’t really remember! I just know something took over me, maybe it was the whiskey… but all I knew was, I needed to finish inside of you. I wanted to see you glowing and full, I couldn’t help myself with the idea keeping me going.” 

You were ready to release a full assault on him, eyes beginning to prick with tears of anger and absolute shock. 

“I wasn’t thinking, okay! It’s not like I’m particularly ready to handle a kid either. But.. I guess I wouldn’t mind a few pups; we’re not getting any younger. My mom’s been pestering me a lot lately actually…”

Your mouth sat agape, grabbing a fistful of sheets to prevent from hitting him, which would just end up hurting yourself. 

“I thought you weren’t interested in girlfriends or family or bullshit like that?! Mister, ‘I can’t be bothered with full-blown relationships’ wants to move along and ruin my life?!”

“Baby that was months ago, I haven’t seen anyone else in a long time; and y’know, that’s not normal for me. I think… you’re different. Something about ‘us’ is different. If it’s with you, I don’t mind the idea of seeing you carrying my children. It feels.. God it just sounds so sexy.” 

“ ‘Baby?!’ Okay, we are nothing to each other, I don’t even know where you work, where you’re from-- and all of a sudden you want to start a family together?”

The werewolf winced at your wrath, mildly annoyed at your loud tone and thrashing hands. 

“Is it so outrageous to believe that it’s a species difference? Werewolves have their mates, humans not so much. Is it crazy to believe we’re meant for each other, that I would kill for you? That you were SUPPOSED to be mine, and we only just now found each other?”

You were mind-boggled at the rush of information, not believing your eyes when you saw a near love-struck dog at your feet, the creature you once knew to be an irritating bachelor keen on fucking you ‘till your eyes rolled back, and that was it. 

The stress was getting to you, the fear for your future, the sudden “relationship” you had been thrown into with a man you knew nothing about besides the layout of his apartment and the ridges of his cock. 

“Hey, hey its okay. I promise its going to be alright. I’ll take such good care of you-- you’ll have nothing to worry about, I’ll be the perfect father for our pups; You’ll have a family, someone to take care of you, someone who loves you.” He stroked your head, watching as you furiously wiped away tears of anger and fear. “I’ve never felt that before… but I promise it’s not something I take lightly. I promise, you make my heart throb just as, if not more, than my cock. I promise.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Well, there’s not much else you can get from a fuckboy who’s main priority in life had been satiating his lust. 

You mumble something incoherent about needing to get back to your apartment, needing to get away from everything. But if the werewolf heard it, he didn’t acknowledge your desire to leave. 

“I know, I know it’s hard. I’m scared too. But I promise you’ll make the perfect mother. I can see it now, your pretty belly, your needs for me…we’ll be together, it’s new for the both of us. And, on the plus side, I can fuck you now without pulling out...”

You shuddered at the thought, hating the idea of how possessive he was seeming to grow, laying you down as he spooned you from behind, not daring to let go for a moment. Your jeans were clawed to scraps of denim as he tried to shimmy them down, no success other than tearing them into pieces. 

“Why don’t we try tonight? Make you feel good,” The werewolf was running himself between your inner thighs, pressing against your bare cunt before he whispered. “I know you’ve been wanting me too, all desperate without my touch, my scent. Let me take care of you, of us.”

love imagining simon thinkin its his abs that got u swoonin over him but no its his tummy!!

thinkin about how he pretends not to notice the way your eyes rove over his pudge, watching the happy trail trickle from his jutted belly before disappearing underneath his low-hanging grey sweats. or the way when he wears a shirt, you can see the way the muscles round when it drags to his tummy, his hard lines softening to his curves.

thinkin about simon getting confused about your extra enthusiasm when he fucks you in doggy. but how could you even begin to explain the way when he fucks you, you feel his belly pressing onto your back and it drives you fucking crazy because you feel the soft ripples of fat mingling with the robust tensing of muscles, both working together to flatten you on the bed so he can pump his thick cock deeply-

and of course simon isnt one to notice your attention only to dismiss and ignore it so he begins buying shirts that are just a size smaller so he can watch the way your eyes gloss over, your lips parting for a quiet gasp whenever you see him strut in the room.

you get so horny and needy so fast that all simon’s got to do is fall onto the couch, spread his legs a bit, and then you’re clamouring to get between them, your head pressed on the inside of his thigh, looking up at him with wide eyes. simon cups your cheek, this thumb swiping over your lips, and coos when you begin sucking his finger even without being told to.

just!! im droolin over the prospect of a retired simon whose bulk isnt about his muscles anymore but his pudge rahhghh i need him sooo bad

let me tell you about the guys who are obssesed with your cute glasses. if you tell him you're gonna put your glasses away when you have sex, he insists on you keeping them on. he has to shut his eyes when you finally take him in your mouth. the looks on your face you're wearing while you peek at him thru your glasses is too much for him. it's not even your tongue that's making him this weak, it's your glasses.

"let me give you a break." he tells you, pulling his cock from your mouth.

"i know, baby." he coos when you whine at the loss of the weight of his cock. you want him back inside.

he grabs your chin with one hand while he strokes himself with the other. sometimes he gets so carried away that the bumps his cock on your nose, making your giggle. but he's just too lost because of your glasses.

"im gonna cum, baby." he groans, feeling the orgasm rushing thru his body. suddently, white ropes of cum paint your face, landing right at your glasses. you go to wipe them clean, but he stops you, emptying his last drops on them to prohibit you from seeing.

"good girl," he tells you, cradling your head in his hands, "now you look like you're mine."

weak in the knees

summary: you've been acting up and ignoring ony for almost a week so he uses your bratty attitude this to his advantage to try out something new.

cw: daddy kink, backshots, spanking, vibrator (kinda), car sex

word count: 2.7

ony was sick of your attitude. you've been honestly getting on his nerves all week with the constant smart remarks and stank faces you've been throwing his way. the worse part about the was that it was all over a pair of earrings. you've been throwing hints at ony about these earrings for weeks, and he almost bought them for you too. that was until you started acting like a brat in the jewelry store, causing him to walk right out without them.

he spoiled you too much and it showed when you decided that walking away from him in the middle of the mall while he wasn't looking was a better idea than just staying and fixing your attitude for the rest of the day. as you sat in the car, he looked around everywhere for almost two hours before seeing your stubborn ass sitting in the passenger seat of his car, arms folded with a stank face. he tried to lecture you about your actions, but it didn't do anything but make you more upset as you ignored him for the rest of the day. as soon as you got home you took a shower and went to bed without saying a word to him.

since then, you haven't said more than a sentence a day to him, vowing to never speak to him again until he goes back and gets you the earrings. it was friday when ony reached his breaking point. you decided that it's be okay to call him a bitch ass nigga under your breath before slamming the door and leaving. if you weren't going to act right on your own, he was going to make you act right. ony had recently bought those vibrating panties for you since you kept bringing them up to him weeks ago and decided that today was the perfect day to try them out. while driving home you notice a text show up on your carplay

papa🫶🏽

'im making shit right tn mama.'

you rolled your eyes at the message. there was nothing he could do to ease the situation, but get you what you fucking wanted. you were literally dreaming about how good you were gonna look as the pretty diamonds dangled from your ears and he ruined it. when you walked into the house you grew curious about what your boyfriend was planning since everything at home was regular. you went into your shared room and heard ony singing along to whatever was playing in the bathroom. as you got situated, he came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. "gon head in. ima have your clothes ready when you come out."

you got undressed and made your way to the bathroom, shoving him as you walked past. ony payed you no mind as he caught himself and went to his dresser for some fresh clothes. by the time you got out the shower your boyfriend kept his promise and had clothes ready for you on your bed. it was a pair of black panties and a bra on the left and a pretty red dress on the right. the panties didn't look like any you've bought before, but you had so many you figured you just forgot you bought these. as you got dressed you shuffled uncomfortably from side to side, feeling an unusual coolness in your panties.

it was as if there was something under the fabric rubbing against you, but before you can dwell on the feeling, your attention was quickly reverted to the voice coming from the living room. "lets go before we late mama." you quickly grab your purse and made your way to the car with your boyfriend. the drive was silent until you decided to play some music to ease the awkward tension. ony tried to lay his hand on your thigh as he drove, but you quickly shut that down, shoving his hand so hard that it hit the arm rest on his seat. you felt a little bad, but quickly shook that remorse off as the two of you approached the fancy restaurant.

y'all were seated in the middle, which you hated, but you didn't complain since you were ready to just hurry up and eat. after you ordered your drinks and the waitress walked off, ony tried his last soft attempt at getting you to stop the silent treatment. "princess. i think its time for you to cut it out furreal. all you need to do is fix that lil attitude, and one day ill get you the earrings, but you not getting nowhere actin' like this." you rolled your eyes at his sorry ass excuse which caused ony's jaw to tighten. "ion give a fuck about nun of that. you know how much i wanted em and you still didn't get them for me. should've asked my other nigga for em."

you thought he didn't hear you, but you were sadly mistaken as you watched him raise his eyebrows at you. "oh word?" ony stared directly in your eyes as he awaited your reply. you were too nervous to speak though, not wanting to make matters worse. "uhhh i gotta pee." as you got up you instantly feel a strong vibration come from your underwear, making you have to quickly lay your hands on the table to keep your balance as you felt the device rub against your clit. you looked up at your boyfriend who was paying you no mind as he looked through his menu. "sit down." was all he said as he continued to read through the different dishes. you felt your wetness begin to make its way down your thigh before quickly sitting down.

"i got you those panties you wanted. you like em mama?" you couldn't even reply, settling for just a nod as you tried to ease the sensation by crossing your legs. ony kept his eyes on the menu as he opened his left hand, showing you the small remote in his palm. "you know how i feel about the head movements. let daddy hear you." you tightly gripped your dress as you felt your climax coming, but it left as quickly as it came. ony eyed you as he turned off the vibrations and put the remote back in his pocket. right before you spoke you noticed the waitress coming back with your drinks.

"alrighty. now what can i get you two to eat?" your boyfriend gave his order while you continued to look through the menu, not getting the time to do so earlier since you were a little "distracted". "and you ma'am?" you settled on getting something that would still taste good in the microwave since you knew that the both of you wont be in the restaurant for long. "ill take the chicken alfredo and can i have extra chicken on the si- ohmygod." the vibrations came back on with a way higher intensity than before, immediately bringing you to the edge again. you put your head down to conceal your face expressions causing the waiter grow worried.

"are you alright miss? is she okay?" she asks ony and he softly replies, "m'not sure. sweetheart what's wrong? you want some water?" you clench your eyes shut was you kept your head down, trying your best to ignore the two of them and stop yourself from cumming all over this restaurant chair. "ion know. i think she might be coming' down wit sum. you think you can just put the food in to go boxes and ill pay right now?" the waitress agrees before taking his card and making her way to the back to put your orders in.

"daddy m'gonna make a messsss." you quietly whine as you try to get him to turn off the toy. it was getting harder and harder to stake off your orgasm and it showed with how your legs were beginning to shake under the table. "you know what i wanna hear. just say the words and ill turn it off." at this point, you didn't even have it in you to be stubborn anymore. you needed to get out of this restaurant before you attracted more attention to yourself than you already did. "m'sorry daddy." you mumble.

"sorry for what? be specific pretty girl."

"m'sorry for acting up in the store. and for acting up this whole week."

onyankopon smirked as he listened to your full apology. he had you right where he wanted, and now he was going to help fix your little problem between your legs. the vibrations stopped completely and you finally uncrossed your legs before taking some deep breaths. ony chuckled before lightly passing you his keys. "go wait for me in the car baby."

it wasn't long before ony had you bent over in the back seat of his car, feeding you hard deep strokes while you tried your best to keep your hand from sliding off the foggy window. "damn girl you so wet. you gon stop playin in daddy face right?" your ass was damn near red from the many slaps brought to it by your boyfriend. if you could talk you would, but ony made it his priority to stuff your mouth with your soaked panties as soon as he made it to the car.

"cmon mama. talk tuh me." ony watched as your ass ricocheted off his stomach over and over again and he only grew harder at the sight. "ion care if you got the panties in your mouth you better try your best to answer me or ima go deeper." your pussy gushed from his words, making him grin as he felt you clench tighter around him as he continued to pound into you. "mmdaddy i-i on't a-act ub again i s-sweaaa." he loved when you whined to him even if what you were saying was a complete lie.

you couldn't live without acting up and getting your walking ability fucked out of you on the regular. "unt unt. you don't gotta lie t'me baby. daddy don't mind fixing that attitude from time to time. as long as you watch. that. mouth." he slammed into you three times. one stroke to punctuate each of his last three words. those strokes were your breaking point. ony watched your legs instantly begin to shake as you squirted all over the seat, feeling some of it spray onto his stomach due to him continuing his pace.

"i said you can cum mama?" you were so fucked out you didn't even realize that you made such a mess. brain mushy as you felt ony pull out of you, quickly putting you on his lap. as you were straddling him you tried to lay your forehead on his shoulder, praying for a break, but was quickly stopped by ony's large hand gripping your face. he pulled the fabric from your mouth before he spoke. "you not done mama ride this dick. want you creamin' all over my lap." you could barely move your legs, but you knew he'd have you in this parking lot all night if you didn't at least try.

you started with a slow pace, working your way up and down all eight inches of his dick with both hands on each of his shoulders. "im s-so so-r-r-yyy papa. hah- i love y-youu" ony loved watching you ride him. brown skin glistening with a light sheet of sweat, making your naked figure shine in the natural light the moon gave. you looked good enough to eat, and given ony's actions, you'd think that was exactly what he was trying to do.

he maintained his eye contact with you as his tongue danced along your upper body, moving all around each of your breasts. hot mouth closing on your nipple before leaving many hickies around them. his long tongue licked from your chest all the way to your neck as he left little love bites and kisses, pulling your head back by your hair to give himself more room. through it all, you kept pleasuring him with every bounce. "ughh princess you ride it so good. gon make me cum deep in that pussy." you felt his large hand slap onto your ass, gripping it as he moves to the rhythm of your bounces.

your body always made ony have to hold his nut to keep from finishing fast. you were just so damn pretty. "mmm it's so big daddy." at this point ony knew your brain was gone. every time you got fucked out like this you'd just start saying anything that came to mind. "its big mama? how big?" he chuckled as watching you mindlessly keep bouncing. "s-so fucking biggg" he loved when you got like this, all fucked out with your bottom lip tucked under your teeth. eyes low and only staring at the other set below them. you soon felt the coil in your stomach tighten, signaling to you that you were about to come again.

ony felt you clench around him tightly which brought him closer to his end as well. "i feel it baby let it out. cum all over dis dick." you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap from his words alone, legs giving out as you sat down completely on his dick while you came. ony picked up from where you left off, putting each of his hands on your ass to lift you up and down. your cream slid down his shaft which ony used as lube as he started pounding into you from below. "f-fuckkk ima cum again daddyyy."

"hold it and cum wit me. m'almost there i promise." you did as you were told, holding in your release until ony let you know it was okay to let go. you felt him twitch inside of you multiple times, looking down at where you were connected as he kept plopping you on his lap. in order to torture you further, ony decided to play with your clit with his thumb. "ahh w-waitttt." body jolting as you tried to run away from the extra stimulation. "unt unt. don't run from me mama. let daddy make you feel good." he began to fuck into you faster as he felt himself about to finish.

"ima take you to the jeweler and get all your shit custom made. pussy feel so good." ony mumbled as he felt his ears get hot from the feeling of your wet walls. "cmon mama make a mess on it." that was all you needed to hear before you let everything out. loud moans escaped your lips as you felt your release rush out of you in big waves. you watched as ony threw his head back, shooting thick ropes of cum up into your pussy. he looked down as the mess y'all made under him before he felt your forehead slap onto his chest, you were knocked the fuck out. "i swear this girl always falling asleep after sex." he chuckled before laying you down in the backseat, getting himself situated so he can start cleaning up.

when you woke up you were being carried inside the house with a blanket covering your body. ony looked down at you and gave you a small smile as he laid you down in the bed. "there she isss. my pretty girl." your face grew hot at the name. you were so in love with this man. "got sum for you." brown eyes staring up at his, confused as you watched him dig in his pocket. you watch him pulled out the small navy blue box that you immediately recognized as the box the earrings came in. the gasp you let out was quiet as you inspected it in your hands. "ohh my goddd thank you babyyy." you open the container, moving your hand to take one out.

before you can try the earrings on ony grabbed the bottom your face tightly, squishing your cheeks together as he spoke. "don't you ever pull that shit you pulled at the mall again y'hear me? had me really to burn the whole mothafucka down looking for you since you wanted to be a brat and walk away from me while i'm busy." the seriousness in his tone and his demeanor made you wet once again. "okay daddy." you whisper, voice small as he let go of your face before walking to his side of the bed to undress. his brown eyes studied you as you look at your phone camera, excited to see how you looked in the earrings.

"how i look papa?" you say expectedly, not really paying attention to him as your eyes were still glued to your phone. the corner of his lips lifted as he eyed your still naked figure up and down. "look real sexy ma." you watch as your boyfriend layed down on the bed, giving you a glance before speaking again. "come sit mama. wanna see em dangle from your ears. while you ride my face." you sigh, crawling over to your boyfriend, biting back a smile. it was going to be a long night.