ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 is the type of boyfriend who’d get you a solid gold anklet decorated with his name and a heart just because he want to see his name while he’s innit.
your pretty red lace panties were basically torn off of you the second connie got on top of you.
“ffuckk, m’sorry baby your pussy’s just to good fuck” he moaned out, thick cock rapidly pulling almost completely out then slamming in hitting that sweet sweet spot that made your legs turn to jelly.
he was hungry, fucking starving for you.
“ahhh, babyy s’so fuckin deep, mhmm just like that” you moaned out wrapping your hands around his neck pulling him into a sloppy kiss, sucking on his tongue feeling his piercing.
connie was in a daze looking at you. big pretty eyes with long lashes all teary, plump lips swollen and wet from you biting them and drooling, tits on full display bouncing up and down, and fuckk the way your legs were all the up to each side of your head and your ankle decorated with his name.
you looked down seeing connie’s cock bulge appear everytime he thrusted in then back out, it was so hypnotizing. but what connie was more focused on was how fucking good you looked with his name on you.
“who’s fuckin pussy is this ma” he asked as his pace quickened “hmm baby, i asked you who’s. fuckin. pussy. is. this.” he asked thrusting hard on each word.
your eyes were pouring, and your legs quivering. fuck this felt like heaven, so fuckin goodd.
“pussy’s all yours baby” you babbled out “j-just to her s-sing to you”
splat splat slap
wet noises coming from connie’s cock beating your soaked cunt filled the room
“fuck baby, tryna make me nut rn hmm” he said grabbing your ankles, placing a gentle kiss on them before placing them on his shoulders.
he was fucking you so good, your pretty, brown wet pussy clenched around his cock as your toes curled and you squirted all over his lower region as you moaned chants of his name and incoherent babbles.
“good fuckin girl mami, just like that baby” he talked you through your orgasm as he approached his own.
not long after he came deep inside you with low grunts and moans that were like music to your ears.
before you could even register what happened his head was already between your legs.
“cant leave my girl all messy, that wouldn’t be nice” he spoke with foux kindness.
you just remember seeing him stick his tongue out, decorated with a frog eye piercing on it’s tip before he was tongue and two fingers deep inside you.
to the one who dares deny me her presence, you left without permission. return at once.
your lord, ryomen sukuna.
the third letter, arrives in a much longer scroll.
how troublesome. you forget yourself, woman. there is no place you may go that is beyond my reach. had i wished it, you would have been returned to my side before nightfall. consider it generosity that you were not. do not ignore my scrolls.
your lord, ryomen.
the fourth letter,
since i cannot imagine there is much in those lands to interest you, i can only suppose your continued absence is due to your ever prolonging distaste with me.
i urge you: come be angry at a nearer distance.
your husband, R.S.
the fifth letter,
you are in no mood for games. very well. i am in no mood for them, either.
let me say it outright: there are moments brief, and increasingly frequent in which i reach for you without thought. this displeases me, i am not accustomed to such absence from you, nor restraint.
you have forced both upon me.
come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. it has become yours only to break. just come home.
your husband, sukuna.
the next letter,
not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and i hate it.
atleast inform me of your health.
ryomen sukuna
and then finally, your reply,
stop writing to me, at once. my wedded lord you have trespassed much and caused me such nuisance, it is quite enough now.
i am well. but do not pretend as if you may not already know that. you think i am not aware of my new lady’s maid keeping an eye on me, certainly appointed to report back to you?
consider it my generosity that i let her stay, and consider it my ignorance towards your repetitive letters for my lack of response.
if i receive any such scroll from you, i shall burn it.
signed, yours.
and his response,
surely if your lovely eyes may not grace my lowly epistles, then i shall speak freely.
to my most willful wife, you command me to cease, and yet you write at length. i had not realized i occupied you so thoroughly. as for your lady’s maid, you give me too much credit. if she watches you, it is because you are worth watching. i would hardly entrust such a task to another. although i cannot speak for what ways uraume employs to inform me on your health..
i have been told it is unbecoming to repeat oneself so, i will not ask you to return again. you may remain where you are, in whatever peace you have convinced yourself you prefer. i will not contest it.
and yet, i find myself wondering: why you will not come back of your own accord. have you no consideration, for your neglected husband?
the hand you force, your husband.
to my most theatric husband, you mistake response for preoccupation. do not flatter yourself, i write only to correct what you insist on misunderstanding.
as for being “worth watching,” you dress surveillance in pretty language, you always had a knack for that. for such sweet talk will not work on me, do not expect gratitude for it.
if your husband is neglected, perhaps he should consider why.
signed, your wife, unfortunately.
to my most contrary wife, “unfortunately,” and yet you take such care to sign it. i wonder if your hand hesitated at all.
as for your refusal of gratitude, keep it, i did not ask for it. you suggest your husband reflect on his neglect. i have. thoroughly. i apologize for everything, end this torment for me wife, for i can bear it no longer.
you insist my words hold no effect on you now. how curious, has distance made you bold, or merely forgetful? i recall a time not long past, when your resolve was far less reliable. how easily it would slip from you, how quickly your protests would soften when i would indulge you, a little more closely. 𓀐𓂸
have you truly forgotten? or are you simply daring me to remind you?
very well. do not worry, i will remind you, not behind these papers this time. consider that a courtesy, one last chance to brace yourself or do you prefer to test me?
i would find it entertaining, either way.
your lord and husband, R.S.
my lord, you are most unfair!
do not be naughty, ryomen. i warn you, what you speak of this “reminder” it is highly improper. and what if someone else were to see it? consider your poor wife’s reputation!
your teasing is relentless, and i am most vexed. you threaten of your arrival, yet remain absent, perhaps one day, your threats will find action..though i dare not hope it too loudly.
if you intend to test my resolve, i suggest you waste no more time. come, then, and take me with you, lest i change my mind.
apology accepted, your wife.
a shorter note, in refined handwriting,
lord ryomen sukuna will be arriving soon.
his subject, uraume.
firefly; this is probably my first fic where i have worked SO hard on formatting it, i hope you guys enjoy ❀ུ͏
inspo: by cardan’s letters to jude from the folk of the air series.
⭒ SYNOPSIS: how ony treats his girl in a relationship
⭒ WARNING: mild cussing, fluff
⭒ MASTERLIST
⭒⠀1. HE DOES NOT LET HIS WOMAN ARGUE WITH ANOTHER MAN.
If his girl even starts to raise her voice at another man? Nah.
ony’s already stepping in-calm, slow, but deadly serious.
He'll slide in between them, hand gently on her waist like, "That's enough. I'll handle this."
And if she tries to keep going? Oh he's pissed. Quietly pissed.
Later, behind closed doors, he'll look her dead in the eyes and say,
"You don't argue with men. Not while I'm here. That's not your weight to carry. That's mine. You stay pretty, stay calm-I've got it. Always."
You think he's mad? Nah, he's protective. And he doesn’t need another man to upset his baby.
⭒ 2. SHE TOUCHES ABDOOR HANDLE? OH, HELL NO.
Whether it's a car, a restaurant, a hotel lobby—if she reaches for a door and Onyankopon sees it? He's stopping her hand mid-air like,
"The fuck you think you doing?”
He's offended. Like deeply. Looking at her with the nasties mug he can give. This man will open every damn door
—physical, metaphorical, emotional. That's his job.
He doesn't say it to control her-he says it because in his eyes, she deserves that kind of gentle princess treatment, always. And when she forgets? Oh he's gonna remind her. Soft voice, sharp tone:
"Don't rob me of the chance to take care of you. I'm not just here to love you-I'm here to serve you. Let me do that."
⭒ 3. HE GETS IRRITATED WHEN OTHER MEN TRY TO “HELP” HER.
Some random guy trying to give her directions? Onyankopon steps closer. Another dude trying to lift her suitcase? Onyankopon beats him to it-effortlessly.
He'll never say "you're mine" out loud in public, but the way he positions his body, the way his hand stays firm on her lower back, the way his jaw clenches? Glaring at them, Oh-Everybody knows.
Later he'll murmur:
"You don't need another man to look out for you. That's what I'm here for."
⭒ 4. SHE STARS CRYING OVER SOMETHING SOMEONE SAID OR DID? HE’S ALREADY ON IT.
Tears? Instantly, his energy shifts. Not dramatic-but dangerous.
He'll cradle her face, whisper calming things, wipe every tear-then square his shoulders and go handle it.
No yelling. No cussing. Just that calm, terrifying, "I'm going to make sure this never happens again" tone. And once it's done?
He's back beside her holding her tight, kissing her forehead and whispering to her the most sweet things a man could say.
⭒ 5. HE DOES NOT LIKE BEING IGNORED OR DISMISSED.
If she waves him off mid-discussion? Oop. That triggers something ancient in him. Not anger-but dominance. He'll pull her aside, tilt her chin up gently and say,
"When I speak, you listen. Not because I'm in control-but because I speak with love. I deserve the same damn respect that I give you.” and he's right.. because damn it, when Onyankopon talks? He means every word.
⭒ 6. HE DOESN’T DO PASSIVE LOVE. HE DOES ACTIVE DEVOTION.
This man wakes up already thinking, "What does she need today that she's too stubborn to ask for?" So no, she's not opening her own doors.
She's not arguing with random men.
She's not lifting things or fighting battles or chasing validation.
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
a/n: my baby ony doesn’t officially have a last name, but after looking into some things, some fans gave him the last name ‘kode’ so you are mr. & mrs. kode to clear up any confusion !!
synopsis: after hearing you talk on the phone about your vanilla sex life, ony tries his absolute hardest to spice things up for the both of you <3
cw include: porn with a little plot, black fem!reader, reader is on the thicker side, soft n’ slow sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, oral f!receiving, spanking, missionary position, reverse cowgirl, backshots, riding, a couple slaps, choking, ony starts off super sweet but gets a little mean, he’s also kinda whiny, spit, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, andddd i think that’s about it!! also some nsfw links to watch along the way hehe 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 /// wc: 8k
‘ your divinity has turned me into a sinner . . . ’
your husband was a very gentle man.
he was never one to raise his voice, slam a door—shoot, you didn’t even know if the man was capable of rolling his eyes since he never once did it in the twelve years you’ve known him.
he was your ony; the soft, gentle giant who loved you more than any other person on the planet. even after a long, grueling day of hard work on his fathers farm, he still always came home with a big smile and open arms.
and even when his arms ached, and his thighs burned, he still made love to you almost every night like it was his last night on earth. it was never fast and rough, no, but you could still feel passion spewing from him with each semi-harsh thrust.
onyankopon didn’t particularly like to fuck. in fact he hated when that word was used to describe sex. so nasty . . . so vulgar. he would much rather make love, and take his time.
like right now for instance.
he currently had you beneath him, legs draped over his muscly forearms while he slowly slid his thick cock into the soft, warmth of your pussy.
two previous orgasms were pulled from you only minutes before thanks to your husbands skilled tongue and fingers, and because of this, you were niceee and stretched open for all eight and a half inches of him.
“big stretch comin’, pretty girl. take a breath for me,” ony spoke lowly, nostrils flaring the tiniest bit as he pushed the final inches of his girth inside of you.
as much as he made love to you, which was a lot, you could never fully get used to the brain altering stretch of his cock. he was long . . thick . . curved. basically everything that would probably have most girls run away screaming.
fortunately for you, though, no other woman has ever had the pleasure of seeing your husband in this state.
they like to stare, and ogle him . . maybe go even take it a step further and gush to him about how much of a hard worker he is—but they know that he’s yours. they know that there is, and will only be, one mrs. kode.
“you still with me, mama?”
that thick, country drawl of his tore you out of your thoughts, and when your eyes finally focused on his, he was already smirking down at you.
“where’d you go?” despite the lopsided smirk he was sporting, his tone was gentle as ever, like if he spoke too aggressively, you’d shatter into pieces right in his arms.
you gave him a small smile, and brought your hand up to cradle at his smooth jaw. “no where important.”
ony let out a small, barely audible hum. his rough hands ran over the tops of your thighs, massaging the smooth flesh while he slowly pulled out. “you’re a terrible liar, wife,” he chuckled easing his hips forward.
you breathed out a small moan, lashes fluttering ever so slightly. your walls clenched around onys cock, adjusting to the new rhythm.
“m’not lyin’, it’s really not that important. you’re just nosey, and wanna get in my head, husband,” you sassed back, making his grin grow wider.
your statement wasn’t exactly wrong, which was why he didn’t argue back—but even if you did happen to be wrong, he still wouldn’t have said a thing.
onyankopon wholeheartedly believes that the key to a good marriage is to shut the hell up, and never protest to what the missus has to say. he’s been following that ever since he put a rock on your finger, and your marriage has been nothing short of blissful.
ony wrapped your legs around his slim waist, and within seconds his forehead was smushed against yours. the faint smell of his aftershave had you feeling dizzy.
“but if you must know . . i was thinking about how you’re all mine. all for me, and nobody else’s,” you scratched lightly at his jaw, earning an almost purring like noise from him. he turned his head, and kissed gently at your palm, and then your wrist.
“all yours, my love,” he whispered into your skin, “you own every inch of me.”
this might come off as a little obsessive, and maybe something more, but in ony’s head there was no him without you. you were the missing piece to his puzzle. you completed him.
the pace of his thrusts only increased slightly, but it was enough to bring your release closer and closer.
a request to have him wrap his hand around your throat sat very heavy on your tongue, and if you weren’t almost positive that he’d look at you like you were crazy for asking, you would’ve asked without a second thought.
your husband didn’t particularly see the need to inflict pain upon the one you love during such an important act of intimacy, and you were once the same way—keyword once.
but then one day during a trip to the bookstore with your girlfriends, you got out of your comfort zone and purchased a rather . . . spicy written novel and the rest was history.
it was hard to imagine someone enjoying these things such as being slapped, spanked, or even choked—but the more you read, the more you began to understand, and soon you were secretly making your own collection nsfw romance novels. you hated that you hid it from ony, but your embarrassment forbid you from showing him this side of yourself.
the side of you that wanted to be manhandled and degraded by him, and then in the same hour, coddled and cuddled until you fell soundly asleep in his arms.
yeah, there was just no way you could make that sound normal in any way to your man.
don’t get it twisted though! even though he was a soft lover, onyankopon left you blissed out beyond belief each and every time he was done with you.
he knew exactly how to massage your sensitive clit with his tongue when he gave you head, and he was able to find your g-spot within seconds of him fingering you. not to mention he always kept his hands clean and manicured because he’d be damned if he ever had the nerve to touch his wife with grimy hands.
when it came to having sex, he always knew when to not go to deep in certain positions because it would leave you hurting, but at the same time knew which angles would have your toes curling—
“s-stop spacing out, it’s worrying me, honey,” ony sighed into your hair, his left arm wrapping around your back to pull you closer to him.
you hadn’t even realized you were in a daze until you could suddenly feel the buildup of your orgasm nearing its final end. you could feel everything at once; the heat from his chest, the battering of his swollen tip against your g-spot—it was slowly starting to become too much!
“i’m—oou fuck, right there, i-i’m sorry, baby. m’so close, please make me cum,” you whined into his ear, legs tightening around his waist.
ony let out a long, drawn out moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “god, don’t apologize—never apologize. you’re so perfect—ngh, should never have to say sorry for anything.”
a ringing noise filled your ears when he pressed two fingers against your swollen clit, and with a sharp gasp, you were cumming for the third time that night. ony kept his hips at the same, steady pace, careful not to go too slow or too hard.
milking your orgasms was as ‘kinky’ as it got for him nowadays, and he was more than okay with that.
“fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum. where do you want it, hm?”
you didn’t say anything, instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck, and dug your feet into the small of his back, keeping him in place.
“inside, huh? no problem, pretty girl.”
four thrusts later, and you suddenly felt a warmth blossoming in your lower tummy. onyankopon laced one of his hands with your own, squeezing it every couple of seconds to let you know he was still there, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“i love you so much . . wish we could fall asleep jus’ like this.”
he pressed soft kisses to your jaw, slowly trailing them down the curve of your neck.
you let out a small laugh and hugged him tighter, manicured fingers now scratching at the nape of his neck. “mm, me too. let’s just stay like this a little longer? please?”
and how could ony ever say no to you? so for the next ten minutes you stayed glued to his side while he rubbed at your back, and kissed all over your face.
the next day went as usual; ony woke up before the sun began to even rise, and started his morning routine. fifteen minutes of stretching, followed another fifteen minutes of meditation. the stretching kept his limbs loose for the first half of the day, meanwhile the meditation was just a little something to help keep him grounded.
you’ve always wanted to catch him doing it, but because you’re such a heavy sleeper, you’re never able to catch him when he swiftly slides out of bed.
after his morning stretch, he takes a shower, and then lets your dog, harley, outside while he preps breakfast and puts a pot of coffee on. he preferred his coffee black, meanwhile almond milk and three pumps of brown sugar syrup were required in your strawberry shaped mug.
he liked to keep breakfast simple, but filling. this morning it was blueberry pancakes with turkey bacon. if you were still wanting something to eat he had vanilla yogurt with maple granola on standby.
by the time he put the bacon on the cast iron, he could hear the sound of feet padding across the floor.
you always did the same thing every morning before joining him downstairs; used the restroom and brushed your teeth so he wouldn’t have to taste your morning breath when you gave him a kiss ( a personal preference of yours, not his.)
and when he finally heard the sound of your slipper clad feet walking down the stairs, he’d set set your coffee next to your food, and greet you with a sweet—
“good morning, my baby! come give daddy a kiss.”
you trudged over to your husband, a small smirk lifting at the corners of your lips. “okay, but please don’t ever refer to yourself as daddy unless it’s in bed, yeah?”
ony let out a small snort, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. “yeah, like i’d ever do that,” he chuckled, and gave your lips four quick smooches.
after enjoying breakfast in a comfortable silence, you were finally bidding your man a sweet farewell full of wet kisses, and not so subtle ass grabs.
“don’t miss me too much, yeah?” ony chuckled, kissing the corner of your lips. your arms were loosely wrapped around his neck, while one of his arms was securely wrapped around your waist, and if you were being honest, you were doing little to hold yourself up.
that was all him.
you couldn’t help but imagine for just a split second what he could do to you if he put a little of that strength into . . . other things.
“mm, i’ll try not too. make sure you try not to think about too much about me, okay? don’t need you popping a boner like the other d—”
“nah, nah, that’s enough. i’m leaving n’ i love you so much.”
your head tilted back in a giggle as ony peppered your face with miniature kisses before releasing his hold on you.
“i love you more, honey. be safe and have a good day,” your voice was breathy, and dreamy, like you were sixteen, and learning what a real crush is for the first time again.
as ony pulled out of the driveway, he shamelessly eyed at the way your silk robe fluttered in the breeze. when the tops of your thighs became exposed, he had to mentally talk himself out of making some . . . decisions.
while ony worked the day away, you held it down at home. there wasn’t much to it—maybe some dishes here and there, and some dusting a couple days out of the week, but in the end it wasn’t hard to keep up with the house thankfully. the busiest part of your day had to be the garden in the backyard.
it did get lonely sometimes, but not as much since he had gifted you harley.
harley was an early birthday present to make up for all the time you spent by yourself. yes, you could go out with friends, or have a nice lunch with your parents, but you were a true homebody at heart—you just needed a little company!
she was a black and brown spotted dachshund with softest, fluffiest ears you’d ever seen. dachshund’s were already cuddly dogs, so it was really love at first sight for the two of you.
it was now three o’clock.
the sun rose high in the air, beaming down harsh rays of light onto the land before you. you were sat on a rocking chair, handheld fan in one hand while the other nursed a glass of lemonade mixed your favorite wine.
“it’s getting kinda hot out here. thank goodness ony hooked up this extension cord out here so i can use the fan,” you sighed, eyeing harley, who was laying next to your feet and directly in front of the electric fan.
“girl, you know the summers here hit us harsh.”
you let out a low hum and turned your head towards your phone. you settled move into the plush cushions on the chair, and slipped your sunglasses over your eyes. “i was hoping i’d be able to read my book, but when it’s hot like this all you can do is just lay still.”
“same book or a different one? i never know with how quick you go through them.”
“don’t make me laugh it’s too hot,” you giggled, bending your hand down to fan at harley, who was still asleep. “go inside, honey. too hot out here for you,” you mumbled, giving the dog a tiny pat to wake her up.
the chair made a low creaking sound as you turned your head back towards your phone, “it’s a different one . . about this introverted girl who starts messing around with a street racer. i didn’t realize it’d be so smutty, though! i keep getting too hot and taking breaks, it’s so annoying.”
whenever you read these books, you always pictured ony and yourself as the two lovers because duh. so whenever you read certain . . things, it was hard to contain the tingling between your legs as you pictured the two of you in the same position.
what you were reading now was nothing short of unholy. you couldn’t believe someone could think of such lewd things and put them on paper—it was incredible!
“well, it’s a good thing you have a husband to help you when you get worked up, yeah?”
you smirked, slowly twirling the straw in your glass.
“you’re absolutely right. there’s just this one thing . . ”
“thing? what thing? are you two okay?”
you took a slow sip of your drink, and then another. “everything’s okay it’s just—i don’t know, i’ve been feeling like our sex is kinda—um, what’s the word—”
“boring?”
you nearly choked on your spit, a cough getting caught in your throat. sex with onyankopon? boring? never that.
“girl, it’s not that, it’s just been very tame. veryyyy . . vanilla! yeah, that’s the word. not boring just kinda plain— w-which is okay, don’t get me wrong. i just wish he was a bit more . . mmm, rougher with me. i don’t need to be tied up n’ gagged, and all that other shit, but a firm little choke, o-or a light smack never hurt nobody!”
“have you tried telling him that, ( ❤︎ )? remember that this is onyankopon kode we’re talking about. the same onyankopon whose gone on a drunken rant about how he’d burn the world for you.”
the last part of your friends sentence had your heart clenching, a familiar beat returning between your legs. you could recall the night ony went on said rant, and you could also recall the way he ravaged your body that same night.
he was pounding into you so hard that the headboard was actually banging against the wall. he was so deep inside you that you still felt him in your stomach the entire next day.
you wanted to feel that again. that ache, that soreness from him being rough with you. but you knew the chances of that happening again were extremely slim, because once ony had seen how sore you were the next day he felt fucking horrible.
you could still hear his whiny apologies in your head.
“i don’t know what came over me, mama. can’t believe i was so rough wit’ you . . never again, i promise. do you think you’ll be okay? should i take off work? i think pops will be okay without me for the day—”
you really did marry the sweetest man on earth. lucked out was an understatement.
reasons like that were why you felt like you couldn’t complain, because honestly, how could you complain?! ever since ony met you twelve something years ago, he has always put you first. your needs, your safety, your needs.
“trust me, babe, i’ve tried. ever since that one night, his definition of rough, and my definition have turned into complete opposites.”
“what exactly do you want him to do? paint me a picture, and don’t be shy!”
heat started to rise to your already warm cheeks, and after downing the rest of your drink, you spoke—
“i just kinda want him to be a little spontaneous about it sometimes, you know? like take me over the kitchen table, o-or surprising me in the—heh, the shower . . i can’t believe i’m telling you all this,” you giggled, head falling into your hands that were slightly cold from your chilled glass.
“woah, woah, woah! almost ten years of being married and you’ve only had sex in your bed? ( ❤︎ ) that has to be some sorta crime, i’m sorry.”
“no, no! we’ve had sex on, like, the couch too—oh, and a few times in the shower! but mostly in bed . . i think it’s just much more comfortable for him there, which is, again, okay.”
you heard the sound of wood creaking behind you, and whipped your head around, only to reveal nothing.
“must’ve been harley . . well, anyways—”
while you continued your tipsy conversation with your friend, onyankopon was frozen in place in the kitchen with a head full of questions and a heavy heart.
all he could think was, ‘how could i have not known? how could i have been so blind? what are these books she’s talking about?’
his early trip home had been spoiled, and only he was to blame. how could he have not noticed you were wanting more from him? what did he do to make you feel like you couldn’t say anything?
all these questions, and yet he couldn’t find it in him to go outside, and ask you anything.
spontaneous. he heard the word spontaneous. you wanted to be surprised? swept off your feet? that was no problem for him. the only thing that really had the cogs in his brain turning was how rough you wanted him to be with you.
he had always thought you preferred him being slow and sensual with the way you turned to putty in his arms—apparently not!
this just wouldn’t do. there was no telling how long you’d be feeling this way, and honestly ony didn’t care to know. all he wanted to do was make it better. fix his mistakes, and leave you fully satisfied.
he needed to think . . he also needed to shower. a thoughtful shower was needed immediately.
he quietly set his keys on the table, and trudged upstairs to the bathroom.
as the steaming water cascaded down his back, all ony could think about was sex. your sex life to be exact. it was so very hard to imagine himself inflicting any kind of pain upon you, even if you were desperate it.
he thought back to that one night. the one night where he sorta threw all caution into the wind, and roughed you up a little more than usual. he remembered how loud, and whiny you were when he had you knees pushed to your ears for, like, the first time ever. he remembered the way you screamed his name when he made you squirt for the first time.
it was incredible, passionate, messy . . . but in the process of all that he ended up hurting you.
his heart clenched when he remembered how you limped around the house, winced whenever you took a seat, the obscene amount of tea you drank to help with your sore throat.
he thought that night would’ve been the end of rough sex for you both, but little did he know you’ve been craving it for god knows how long.
he had to fix this. he had to take himself to a headspace he’s never been to before, and give his wife what she deserved—and that was everything underneath the sun.
he didn’t know the what the night would bring, but he made sure to call off work the next day in advance. if he was gonna give you what you wanted, he needed to make sure he was there to ground you, and take care of you for as long as you needed.
after his shower came his next mission; skimming over these damn books you were so crazy about.
he knew you had a hidden stash, but never mentioned it, or even took a peek at them to respect your privacy. these were desperate times, though, and if he was ever gonna find out how you wanted to be . . . fucked, he was gonna have to do a little research.
ony wasn’t too focused on dressing himself, so he settled on going shirtless with a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
he slowly made his way over to your side of the bed, and knelt down. peeking out from underneath the bed was a box, a box full of every dirty novel you could get your hands on. he plucked the first one he saw, and made quick work to skim over the pages.
surely enough there were highlighted paragraphs upon paragraphs of the dirtiest things he’s ever read.
the main character appeared to be getting face fucked, and by the looks of the multiple highlighted areas and tiny hearts blotted around the paragraphs, it seemed that you were very into it.
‘ she choked around his cock, spit and tears dribbling down her chin. she wanted to ask him to ease up, or maybe ease the ache between her thighs with his shoe, because she’s been so good. slicked pooled between her thighs, dampening the lace of her panties. she wanted to reach between her thighs, and just give her clit a teensy bit of relief, but she knew what would happened if she disobeyed. ’
“jesus christ . . ”
you’ve given ony head plenty of times, and never once have you asked him to ruin your throat like this.
he was astounded. it was hard to imagine you liking such things, but that was the beautiful part about being married—you learn new things even a decade into being together.
suddenly, a dull throb could be felt in ony’s pants. he wasn’t hard, but his cock definitely perked up a bit a the image of you, on your knees, with tears spilling down your cheeks because he was fucking your throat that hard.
he let out a low hum, and flipped a couple pages forward.
‘ “you like that?” he chuckled, smacking his palm against her pussy again. she was speechless. a drooling mess. each slap against her cunt made the coil in her stomach wind tighter and tighter, until she eventually came untouched with a loud cry. he could only laugh at the pathetic state she was in. “mm, you’re such a slut. say it. ’
if ony was wearing pearls, he’d surely be clutching them by now. how could he not know that he had a perverted little wife on his hands?
the sound of the back door shutting broke him out of his thoughts.
“i knowww, i knowww. i hear you, i really do, it’s just—oh? hold on, girl, let me call you back. i think ony’s home, his keys are on the table. babe?”
ony calmly shut the book, and set it back in the box. “i’m coming, sugar!” he called back, sliding the box underneath the bed.
as he descended down the stairs you weren’t too surprised that he was shirtless, but you were surprised at the fact that it looked like he was going commando?
you recognized that print anywhere, especially if it was hard.
your mouth opened, then closed, and when it opened again a confused sound came out. “w-what are you doing home so early?” you spoke softly, heart beginning to beat wildly when he wrapped his arm around you.
“pops lemme come home early . . missed you so much,” he murmured, pulling your body more into his. your lips parted in a small gasp when he shoved his head into the juncture between your neck and collarbone.
you heard a sniffle, and then a groan rumble in his chest. “you smell nice. you always smell so nice.”
his big hands kneaded at your hips over your shirt, and when he gave them a particularly hard squeeze you gasped.
“u-um, are you hungry? i could make you—um, m-make you a sandwich?” you didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but with the way ony was peppering your neck in kisses . . . well, you weren’t able to do much thinking.
“honey, what’s gotten—oh!”
you could’ve fell to your knees, you really could’ve. you didn’t know what to expect from your husband, and his odd behavior, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to shove his hand in your shorts, and cup your pussy over your panties.
“i want you.”
the palm of his hand rubbed over your mound softly, and just as you were beginning to get into it, he retracted his hand. you didn’t have time to protest or whine, because seconds later he used that same hand to cup your jaw, and pull you in for a breathtaking kiss.
“can i have you?”
a beat passed, and then another.
“please.”
that was all onyankopon needed to hear. he tried to vision himself as the man in the story he just read. he was firm, mean, overly dominant. he had all the power, and the woman just turned into putty right in his hands. and let’s be real, ony is a man, he’s seen porn. he knew a few tricks or two to add into the mix.
well, here goes nothing.
ony spun you around, pinning you against his bare, hot chest. one hand softly wrapped around your throat, while the other groped at your breasts over your shirt. you let your head tilt back, lips parting in a soft moan.
“i want you,” ony repeated, giving the shell of your ear a tender kiss. he felt you up for a moment more, and then without warning, he pushed you forward, smushing your front into the wooden kitchen table in front of you.
“h-honey—!”
“shhh. stay still for me, mama,” he murmured, and with one swift tug, your shorts were pulled to your ankles, exposing your panty clad cunt to his hungry eyes. your pussy was practically swallowing the baby pink fabric, giving any a mouthwatering view of your chubby folds.
his pearly white front teeth caught onto his bottom lip, tugging gently on the plump flesh. “look at this pretty pussy,” he hummed, giving your ass a harsh smack before spreading your cheeks. “you gonna let me eat her?”
he could believe the words that were coming out his mouth. they were so vulgar, but you were feeding off it! the more he talked, the more the wet stain on the center grew.
your knees buckled when his thumb pressed against your clit. “i asked you a question, mama.”
“y-yes. yes, please.”
your heart hammered against your ribcage as he hooked his fingers into your panties. “relax. s’just me, your husband.” he pressed gentle kisses into the backs of your thighs hoping to soothe your trembles. “is what i’m doing okay? are you comfortable?”
his movements paused, waiting to hear you speak.
“yes. this is more than okay, honey. can—can i ask what’s gotten into you, though?”
he eyed your glistening folds, mouth watering at the sight of your clit peeking out from between the soft skin. “m’just feeling . . . spontaneous.”
suddenly nothing was funny anymore.
your brows scrunched together, the cogs in your brain quickly coming to a halt. you remember that word. you remember it very well because you said it about three times while you were on the phone with your friend.
you weren’t exactly sure when ony got home, but there was no way he could’ve heard your conversation. there was no way your ony was eavesdropping on you . . unless . . .
“d-did you say spontane—”
ony chuckled when he heard your hand smack against the table, a long whimper echoing throughout the room. he didn’t want you to ask any questions, he just wanted you to bask in the moment. so, he selfishly interrupted you by sucking your clit between his lips.
your husband was usually a very clean eater when it came to giving head, but today was a little different. ony started off extremely messy with it.
his fat, warm tongue delved between your folds, the tip of it swirling around your puffy clit.
“oh fuck . .” you sighed out, eyes fluttering from the sensation. he sucked your folds into his mouth, the slurping sounds that followed after had your ears ringing.
“babeeee pleaseeee. why’re you *huff* w-why—”
without warning you felt a sharp smack on your behind. you were speechless, absolutely speechless, but so. fucking. turned on.
“stop questioning me, and just take it. you think you can do that? think you can close that pretty lil mouth, n’ turn your brain off?”
you didn’t even get the chance to reply before ony’s mouth was back on your pussy, tongue flicking back and forth on your clit so quickly it had your lips trembling.
you felt something prod at your entrance and gasped, back arching into the table. it was ony’s nose. that beautiful, perfectly sculpted nose that you’ve joked about sitting on a multitude of times (to your girlfriends). he was so into eating your pussy that he didn’t even realize half of his face was submerged into the wet mess.
when you started back your hips up into his face, ony hummed in approval, his hand coming up to lay a firm smack on the fat of your ass.
“i-i think m’gonna cum,” you whimpered, bunching the poor tablecloth tightly between your manicured fingers.
and then suddenly, the warmth from ony’s mouth was gone, replaced with nothing but cool air. ony stood to his full height, and grabbed the back of your neck with a grunt. he pulled you up with little to no strength, and forced your eyes on him. saying you fell small under his stare was an understatement, you felt fucking microscopic.
“i’m kinda irritated with you, wife.”
“w-why—?”
“stop fuckin’ talking,” he growled, squeezing the back of your neck. your lips were closed in seconds, eyes becoming glossy, but not in a sad way—more like a ‘i’m so turned on i could start sobbing’ kinda way.
your eyes nearly rolled back when his hand cupped your pussy, palm rolling over slicked clit. “you’ve have me looking like a fuckin’ sucker for months now. had me being all sweet n’ gentle wit’ you . . whole time you wanted to be treated like this.” the last word was punctuated by him shoving two fingers passed your entrance.
he smushed his forehead against yours, breath tickling your face. “tell me i’m lying. go ahead, tell me.”
you sniffled, tears now pricking at the corners of yours eyes. “m’so sorry, b-baby, i just—”
“just what? kept your self unsatisfied all this time? and for what, hm? you know i’d do anything for you, ( ❤︎ ). even if it’s shit like this.” he pushed his fingers in more, and curled them, earning a high pitched moan from you.
god, his dick was so fucking hard it almost hurt, but he had to keep cool. he had to remain in control.
“got all those books hidden from me, n’ that’s what you’ve been hiding? didn’t want me to know you wanna get your throat fucked and your pussy spanked? huh?”
ony’s fingers were now moving at a mind numbing pace. a wet squelching noise pierced at your ears, making your body feel incredibly hot. this was the first time that you’ve been so wet that you were actually embarrassed.
“onyankopon pleaseee!”
“jesus christ, ( ❤︎ ).”
your body tensed up, completely stiffened as your orgasm came over you. your knees buckled, and if it weren’t for ony holding you up against him, you would’ve fell to your knees. trail after trail of pearl colored cream dripped down ony’s wrist and onto the floor, creating an even bigger mess.
you let out a weak cry when he roughly removed his fingers from your cunt, and cupped your breast over your shirt.
“that was so . . hot,” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hand upward to wrap around your neck.
all you could do was whimper, lips pushing into an adorable pout.
“don’t get tired on me now, baby,” ony chuckled, turning you around and lifting your body into his arms with ease, “we’re not even close to done. i have lots of making up to do.”
his words had you frowning, a furrow beginning to wedge its way between your brows. “babe you—you really don’t have to do this. i know you just got off work, and w-we should talk about this more, you know? i promise you don’t have any making up to do for me.”
ony set you down on your feet, and plopped onto the couch behind him. “i appreciate you for trying to spare my feelings, but let’s face it, you were hiding a whole part of yourself from me. there must’ve been something i did to make you feel like you couldn’t bring this kinda stuff up to try . . so yes, i do have quite a bit of making up to do,” he spoke softly, the softest you’ve heard him speak since he got home.
your pussy clenched around nothing when he slowly pulled his pajama pants down mid thigh, his fully hard cock smacking against his tummy. “now, will you please sit on it? it’s startin’ to hurt, sugar.”
you nibbled on your bottom lip, contemplating for only a minute before you were removing the rest of your clothes.
“goddamn . .” ony mumbled, tongue slowly running over his bottom. you mumbled out a shy ‘shut up’, and to his surprise, you turned around, your back now facing him. without thinking, ony spread his thighs, giving your more room to have a seat on his cock.
he grabbed the throbbing muscle gently, and once you were close enough, he swiped the tip through your dripping folds.
your hands found purchase on his knees, and after taking a deep breath, you dropped your weight, fully sheathing is dick inside you. the stretch burned, and was a little uncomfy, but the wet kisses ony pressed to your shoulders and back soothed the ache.
you lifted your hips, leaving about half of him still inside you, before slamming them back down. “mm, fuck, honey,” you whined out, drool pooling on the center of your tongue.
“god, i know,” ony breathlessly chuckled, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip. he could’ve busted right then and there when you grabbed one of your ass cheeks, and spread yourself out more for him, allowing him to completely fill you. “you’re so fuckin’ sexy for taking my dick like this—w-why have i never thought of this?”
as much as your husband loved looking at your blissed out face, he also veryyyy much enjoyed the view before him. your ass looked even phatter than usual in this position, and because of the angle, you were able to stroke his dick while you rode him.
“where did you learn this, hm?” you heard him pant out, followed by a sharp smack to your ass.
“j-just a little—hmph, just from a little reading. this position isn’t even that crazy,” you giggled, eyes fluttering shut at the way his curved tip knocked against that spongy spot deep inside of you.
a thick ring of cream was starting to form at the base of his dick, and after little thought, ony swiped his thumb against the essence, and brought it to his lips. before he could even savor the taste, you were circling your hips in his lap, bringing him a feeling of pleasure he’s never felt until this very moment.
“jesusssss christ,” he groaned out, head falling back against the plushness of the couch.
you glanced at him over your shoulder, and smirked. “hun, why are your eyes closed?”
ony’s eyes were squeezed shut, and his nose was twitching—it honestly looked like he was trying to not start crying.
he let out a shaky breath, “because i know if i look at you grinding on—f-fuck, grinding on m-me like that i’m gonna nut, and i’m not ready.”
a particular deep stroke had your arms giving out, making you fall into ony’s chest. “god, you’re s-so cute. hold my legs up, and thrust into me ‘kay? don’t go to hard, though.”
ony peeked one eye open, and hooked your legs over his forearms. usually he’d start off slow, and work his way into it, but right now the last thing he wanted to do was go slow. his pace thrusting into you was fast n’ sloppy, the complete opposite to what you were used to.
you reached back and cupped the side of ony’s face pulling him closer. each time he moaned, you moaned just as loud, like you were trying to tease him.
“oh god, i’m—i’m cummingggg!” you cried out, white, pedicured toes curling in ecstasy. ony fucked, yes fucked, you through your orgasm, a sloppy wet noise filling the quiet room.
you tried to close your thighs, but your man forced them right back open with a deep grunt. “please don’t try to deny me, baby. wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you,” he drunkenly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your scorching back.
it was a threat, an empty threat, but it still had you clenching pathetically around his dick.
when your body had calmed, and was no longer trembling, ony carefully eased your legs off his arms. his hands were quick to run across your sweat slicked body, running over the pudge of your stomach to the soft mounds of your breasts.
“your pussy has never squeezed me like this before, i can’t believe this shit,” he breathed into your ear, rough fingers tweaking at your perked nipples.
“stopppp,” he heard you whine, chest arching into his hands.
your body had gone completely limp, but once ony had whispered in your ear for you to bend over the couch, you suddenly had a burst of energy, shimmying yourself off his twitching cock and arching over the armrest of the couch.
a giddy nervousness coursed through your veins, and went straight to clit, making you even wetter.
all ony could think about while staring is how divine the pearls of your essence looked dribbling down your slicked folds. ‘just one more taste . . one more’ he thought to himself as he leaned over, and delved his tongue between your folds.
sweet.
that was the first, and only word that came to mind as he sucked the cum from your cunt.
you were always so devilishly sweet. you had a good diet, but you also had an obsession with strawberries. ony lovedddd to swear up and down that you tasted like strawberries down there, even though it’s just not possible.
“good pussy,” he mumbled, gripping the fat of your ass before smacking it for the umpteenth time.
he stood up and propped one knee on the couch, immediately sliding his cock between your folds. his hands found purchase on the fat of your hips, thumbs gently running over the petal soft skin.
you let out a small moan when his big hand smushed your face into the armrest, keeping you in place. his thick tip tapped against your folds, and without warning, he was sheathing himself inside you once more.
“you’re so deep, baby,” you moaned softly, shimmying your ass against his pelvis. ony ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyeing the way your pussy was struggling to take in his cock. “and you’re so fucking tight, mama,” he groaned, lips puckering to let out a glob of spit.
it fell in the space where his cock and your pussy met, and when he pushed in, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the loud squelching noise that followed.
“give me your arm.”
you weakly lifted up your left arm, and ony grasped it within seconds, pinning it to the small of your back. his eyes, wide and glazed over, glanced at the diamond ring on your finger, and he could’ve swore he felt his heart grow five times in size.
“don’t you ever—ever feel like you can’t tell me anything, okay? i know i like to go slow, but if you’re more into the fast paced shit, i’m down for it. don’t you know i’m down for anything you are? obviously not,” he growled, pushing his pelvis snug against the soft skin of your ass.
your feet kicked at the plush cushions below you, a whine bubbling in your throat. “okay, okay, i hear you! b-back up a little, you’re—fuck, you’re too deep!”
“good.”
the hand that was keeping your face squished in the couch, moved to your neck, pulling you upwards into his chest. “because if you ever hide anything from me again, i promise i won’t be as nice next time. unless you’d like that?”
his hips stilled, waiting for your response. it was in this moment that he could really feel you. the way your walls thrummed around his cock, the way your slick dripped down his balls and onto his thighs, the way the trembling in your body steadily increased the more he pounds into you.
you craned your neck to look up at him, and ony met you half way, nose brushing against yours.
“i’d . . um, i’d actually like that very much.” you didn’t mean for your voice to come out as small as it did, but it made ony want to devour you whole.
he gave you a smooch, and then another, and then he was slithering his tongue between your lips to lick at your own. when he pulled away there was a thin line of spit connecting your lips, “i swear you’re gonna be the death of me darlin’. you and this pretty face are gonna put me right in the grave.”
you elbowed at his mid section, earning a low grunt from him. “geez, what was that for?”
“don’t say stuff like that. i didn’t jump the broom with you just for you to leave me a few years in.” that had ony smiling against your lips, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“i love you so much, you know that?” he squeezed at your breast, and then your hip, careful not to do it too hard.
when you felt him pull out it had your lashes fluttering, that sensitive feeling returning to your lower tummy. you grinned, nosing at his cheek, “you’ve told me a few times, yes.”
the next few minutes were kind of a blur. one minute you two were kissing, and being cute, then the next you were riding him like a crazed woman.
ony was so beyond fucked out that all he could was grip your ass cheeks to keep him grounded. your pussy was so wet n’ so creamy, the sounds were driving him fucking crazy! he didn’t know how he’d gone so long without cumming, but he knew that time was quickly coming to a close.
“onyankopon open your mouth for me, honey,” you cooed, cupping his jaw with both hands.
he did as he was told without a second thought, kiss swollen lips parting with a small moan following. he didn’t know what to expect exactly since this was an evening of trying new things, but you spitting in his mouth definitely wasn’t on the list.
it was warm, sweet, probably from the lemonade/wine concoction you were sipping on earlier. and when you gently closed his mouth for him, that’s what had him nutting with a choked moan.
his strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place while he fucked up into you at a speed so ungodly, you surely thought the couch legs were gonna turn into nothing but splinters.
“fuck, fuck fuckkkkk, baby, m’cumming so fuckin’ hard.” he was panting in your ear like a dog in a rut, completely desperate and pussydrunk.
the feeling of his cock twitching wildly again your sensitive walls triggered your own orgasm, and with a high pitched squeal, you were lifting yourself up to cum the hardest you’ve ever cum. it came out of you like a stream, soaking ony’s lower half and the couch.
your jaw clenched, mind too overstimulated and nerves on fire. you collapsed against his chest, your lower half trembling violently under his gentle hands.
“ugh, i can feel you dripping out of me . . gross,” he heard you whine into his skin.
“gross? what do you mean gross—you were just begging for that shit a few minutes ago!”
you couldn’t help but giggle at how easily it was to rile your husband up, but you decided not to push any further, because once ony got started, it was impossible to stop him.
“fuck, i can’t believe it’s about to be eight. we just had sex for, like, three hours with no breaks.”
“i knowwww, wasn’t it great?” you murmured, fighting for dear life to keep your eyes open.
those random bursts of energy you had not too long ago were long gone, leaving you a limp, tired mess in your husbands arms. your pussy was incredibly sensitive, clenching around nothing at the littlest of contact.
ony ran his hands all along your back, carefully massaging the smooth skin. “we’re gonna have to get up soon so you can pee,” he mumbled into your hair, earning soft spoken protests from you.
“can we just stay here a little bit longer? please?”
and here onyankopon found himself again, questioning how he could ever say no to you when you sounded oh so sweet with that blissed out, post nut look on your face.
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