Annie:3

I don’t mean just randomly walks up to you and lick your face, but on occasion when you’re drinking and some liquids fall down your chin, he notices; almost like he second guessing himself but he’s not he’s actually waiting until your guard is down and take his oddly long pierced tongue and wipes you clean.

He takes such a long time moving his mouth up your cleavage where the liquid stopped to then your neck and the corner of your lips, once he plants a kiss there be then have the nerve to look back at you with a smirk and sit back down.

“Why….—”

“Not my fault you’re a sloppy drinker.”

“Yeah and you love that don’t you pervert.”

Bakugo sucks his teeth with no counter. He’d be lying if he denied the allegations.

Did I also mention he loves licking your back and tummy?

Specifically during sex, it basically became a warning signal he’s completely pussy drunk off you. Which never lasts long even when he tries to pull out and eat you out instead so you can cum first.

Looking down between your thighs to see his fluffy blonde hair swivel and circle his head in between your lower lips, he pops off your clit to lick up your slit to your belly after finally helping your ride out your orgasm. Bakugo’s tongue slips and slides all around your belly while he rubs your clit to over stimulation. Big belly or small it’s not an issue for him to slobber over.

“Taste S’good…”

Bakugo—-as sweaty and flustered as he is right now has no shame when he licks your back as you are said tummy, your ass bouncing against him drives this man INSANE, sometimes he takes hold and slows your down to watch your grip and cream around his shaft, “Fuck it—“

That’s the last thing you hear before he groans and presses you back against him. Seeing your upper body give out he uses the opportunity to bend down and lick your spine up to your neck, the taste of your sweat and his made his dick twitch inside you. A new level of adrenaline pulsed through his body leaving a choked moaned out of him. You hear it, and clench harder from how turned on you got from it.

Breathing out a choked chuckle he continues licking your shoulder to your neck and kissing your gapped open mouth. His hand around your throat very firmly, with his middle finger right at the center just gently rubbing as if it was a threat he could press harder….but he wants to be gentle today.

He knows leaving half your body in his saliva was gross. He knows, but once you’ve already came 3 times you don’t think about it. Don’t worry he’ll give you a bath though I promise….

Thanks to his quirk, his body’s constantly warm, always radiating heat.

Normally, it doesn’t bother you. If anything, you love it. It’s like having a heated blanket that grumbles when you steal his warmth.

But now it’s the middle of summer.

And your AC’s broken.

The apartment feels miserable, thick with heat that clings to your skin no matter where you stand or what you do.

You finish your nightly routine, already sweating a little as you flop down into the bed with little to nothing on.

You spread yourself across your side like a starfish, refusing to move in hopes the little fan pointed directly at you can work some kind of miracle.

Katsuki walks in a minute later, towel draped around his neck as he dries his damp hair, “You alive?”

“Barely”

He snorts, “You’ll live.”

He climbs in next to you, giving you a goodnight peck, then immediately goes to spoon you.

You huff loudly, pushing him away from you with a pathetic whine, “too hot”

He frowns, sitting upright immediately, “What the fuck?”

You raise an eyebrow, “..What?”

“You got another man?” he blurts, already wearing the world’s nastiest scowl, “Why don’t you wanna cuddle?”

You can’t help the laugh that slips out at that, “Katsuki, it’s too hot!”

His eyebrows furrow tightly, huffing air out of his nose. He flops back down angrily, turning his back to you with a pissy little hmph.

You simply roll your eyes and scooch back over to your side.

Exactly twelve seconds pass before he rolls back over, “I can’t sleep like this!”

“You’ll live” you mock, shooting him a sarcastic smile.

“So you hate me and think i’m a disgusting freak? Got it” he practically hisses, frowning so hard it almost looks painful

“You’re being so dramatic”, you laugh, “I just want to sleep comfortably”

“Well I wanna cuddle my girl, dammit”

“I’m already sweating!”

A few seconds pass where he’s staring at you real hard while you pretend to not notice, then he suddenly grabs his phone.

“I’m calling icy-hot to come cool this place down” he barks, already calling poor Shoto.

“Kats-“

“And we’re getting a new AC tomorrow” he interrupts, “I’m not dealing with none of this ‘too hot to cuddle’ bullshit” he mutters

You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips.

For being a huge grump, he’s such a baby.

An hour later, after a very amused Shoto cools the apartment down, Katsuki’s practically glued to your side.

“There,” he mutters into your neck, “now quit whining”

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rabbot using their girl after a long day, & making you suck each of them off. and getting it all on film.

jack cooing about how well you’re doing while you suck robby’s dick, praising you like the good girl you are. “oh, i know, honey, robby’s bein’ real rough on you. . .but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you, sweet girl?” jack holding the phone with one hand while the other rubs the small of your back, occasionally stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you while robby ruts into the heat of your mouth. jack would capture every second of robby cumming down your throat, watching you struggle to contain every spurt of his thick ropes of cum down your gullet.

robby being so condescending as he fists his hand into your hair, driving you so far down jack’s dick that your nose brushes against his heavy balls. “keep slutting yourself out for the camera, baby. you like sucking daddy off, huh?” he’d croon as you grew teary from the roughness of it all, staring up at jack who was so much sweeter in contrast. robby would put your face in the view completely while jack painted it white, releasing with a pleasured shutter as you milked every drop with your hand.

jack abbot who is so obsessed with your ass.

it’s always ass vs. tits and most people can’t choose but for him it’s an easy answer.

it’s any outfit, any time of day, and especially any position.

making dinner in the kitchen? smack. he’s walking past you in an aisle of a store? lighter smack. even during patient handoffs when he passes you. smack.

it’s not his fault the tightness of your scrubs shapes the curve of your ass so well.

god help him when you’re making out and you’re in his lap, legs slotted to press up against his outer thighs. jack won’t hesitate to grab the plush of your ass and pull you down flush against him. it’s possessive.

and his hands are just so big and calloused.

or finally when you’re bad and mean!jack bends you over his knee bare. he’ll rub the bare flesh before bringing his hand down with a satisfying smack. he does this over and over till one of three things occurs: you tap out, he decides you been good enough, or the flesh is your ass is just getting a little too red.

but seeing that hand imprint mark is such a big turn on for him as much as you.

and of course he’ll pepper you with a thousand kisses after, cooing about how “just so perfect for me. perfect ass, god. you did so good, baby.”

18+ doggy with jackie and his tummy

jack abbot’s tummy. that’s it. that’s the post.

fem!reader, mdni. chokehold, doggy style, dom!jack. porn no plot

you’d insist that he fucked you doggy, forearm and bicep curling around your neck, squeezing just enough to enhance the dizzying sensation his cock ramming into your cervix gave you.

his tummy was warm and heavy, pressing up against the divot of the small of your back, arching perfectly for him to fit against you like a puzzle piece.

whining around his arm, desperately pawing back at his tummy, trying to tug him harder against you.

“stop whinin’.” he’s growling against your ear in between rough pants, cock slowly dragging out to just the tip, pausing momentarily before plunging back inside your greedy cunt with sheer force.

“mngh… jus’ need it.” you complain, drooling down against his freckled skin.

but you shake your head rapidly and say “no ,hmph” jack thinks he’s misheard, so he asks again “come on baby , i can feel how close you are ,cum for me ,cum for jackie” but all he gets in return are your tear-filled eyes, a pouting mouth and another shake of the head.

perv!dbf jack abbot who hears that you're still a virgin and decides to take matters into his own hands. he frowns and murmurs, "baby, we gotta practice... you're a jumpy little thing, can't have you not knowing what to do when you finally get down to it, hmm?"

makes you watch porn in bed with him on his ipad. turns the volume up so it's echoing through his room. says gross stuff like "look how good she's taking him, sweetheart. don't you wanna be just like her? papa wants you to be that talented one day." and "you hear those slutty little moans, baby? yeah? i bet a good cock's gonna make you sound like that too."

asks you about your gag reflex. offers to help you train it

when he notices you getting squirmy out of the corner of his eye, he clears his throat and his hand snakes over to rub you over your sleep shorts :( thick fingers curling against your clit, stroking in circles against the warm fabric, "shh, sweetheart... m just teachin you how it feels to have a man touch you here, okay? you're a big girl, you gotta get used to it."

silver fox

jack x reader || authors note: tiktok inspired me cuz today i saw that this girl was dating some forty two year old and he called her purse a pocketbook lol

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there were little tiny moments, you know, the kind that made her stop and really think..

oh, he’s fifty.

like the time when they had just finished eating dinner at their favorite sushi restaurant.

as she stood, he said, "baby, don’t forget your pocketbook."

she blinked at that.

"my what?" she gawked.

"your pocketbook." he said nonchalantly. pushing his chair in

"you mean, my purse?"

he had the audacity to look at her like she was the strange one. "same thing." he scoffed.

she stared at him for a second before laughing.

"jack." she gasped.

"what?" he threw up his hands dramatically.

"who still says pocketbook?" she said, grabbing her purse before he grabbed her hand to pull her away from the table.

he gave her that look.

“no seriously!” she laughed.

"i don’t know, baby.” he playfully groaned. “people with manners?” he tried to defend as she moved her hands to wrap around his toned arm as they walked.

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then, like clockwork he always refused to let her carry anything heavy— not because he thought she couldn't.

because, "i've got it."

"jack, it's literally two grocery bags.” she said as he took the bags out of her hands from where they stood next to car.

"and?" he called to her as he walked towards the front door.

“i can hold my own.” she pouted.

"c’mon baby, i like to do this f’you don’t be upset."

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and don’t even get me started about how every single time they got in the car he’d rest his hand on the back of her seat while he reversed.

she bit her lip and smiled the first time she noticed it happen.

"you know your car has a backup camera." she chuckled.

"i know." he smiled, giving her the perfect view of his jawline as he glanced behind them.

"then why do you still do that?" she wanted to know.

he shrugged as he turned back towards the steering wheel.

she watched as he turned the volume up to the music as he said, "just a habit."

"it's kinda hot." she breathed, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked up at him from where she sat.

"yeah?" he smirked.

“yeah.”

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of course he still printed boarding passes.

"jack..."

she in disbelief. she watched him fish out his backpack again to make sure they were in there.

“you know they're on your phone."

"i know." he said, zipping up the backpack and stringing it over his shoulder as they continued walking towards the terminal

"okay.. so why did you print them?"

"what if my phone dies?" he questioned, interlacing his fingers with hers.

"baby, we have a portable charger.”

"still."

she just smiled, stopping him to give him a small peck.

he hummed happily but was confused as to why she thought it was so cute.

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and out of habit, he'd send her articles. and nope.. not tiktok’s or reels. he sent her actual news articles.

he honestly thought she’d find them interesting.

so, she would open them almost immediately whenever she’d get the text.

jack: Check this out.

finally, one day as she sat on the couch she just needed to know

"babe..”

"hm?" he looked up from his phone, pushing up his glasses that were resting on the bridge of his nose.

"it's twelve paragraphs."

"uh, yeah." he nodded before looking down at the phone. reading the same article that he had just sent to her.

"there isn't even a video."