šā. synopsis: eating? one of onyankoponās favorite things to do, especially when itās you!
šā. character: onyankopon kobe
šā. cw: explicit sexual content, rough sex (dom!ony, dirty talking, slight! nipple play), kitchen sex (counter sex), oral (fem receiving), husband! onyankopon, explicit language
onyankopon was the kind of man who could never say no to a good plate of food. especially if it came from your hands. onyankopon swore nothing in this world hit like your cooking. even when he'd come home bone tired and smelling like the road and gasoline, the second that scent of whatever you had simmering hit him, he was at the table like it was gospel.
"baby, you ain't even changed yet," you laughed as you watched him pull out a chair with one hand and reach for a spoon with the other.
"food smell too damn good," he mumbled around his first bite while his eyes already rolled back. "you tryna kill me with this, huh?"
you leaned on the counter with your arms crossed, amused. "you act like i don't feed you every day."
"you do," he said while swallowing and licking his lips. "you feed me love. that's what this is. love in a pot."
he cleaned his plate like he hadn't eaten all day, then leaned back while rubbing his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "ain't nobody cook like my wife," he said as his gaze flicked up to you with that look. the one that always meant trouble.
you tilted your head, instantly catching it. "what?"
"just sayin'," he murmured while standing to come up behind you, his voice lower now as his breath brushed against your ear. "you always feedin' me somethin'." his hands slid around your waist as his warm palms traced your curves, "and baby...you know i don't miss a meal."
he hoisted you onto the cool laminated surface with one swift motion as dishes rattled nearby. your gasp came as his calloused hands pushed your thighs apart. "bab-" you breathed but his mouth was already demanding to be between your legs as his teeth grazed fabric. he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your pajama shorts while peeling them down your hips with impatient tugs. the air hit your skin so cool and abrupt.
"no more talkin'," he growled against you as the vibration hummed deep. his tongue pressed flat and wet through the thin cotton still covering you. you gasped as your fingers knotted in his work shirt as he sucked hard while dragging the damp fabric aside. he moaned into you lowly like he was satisfied that he had the first taste of a long awaited feast.
the counter edge dug into your thighs as he yanked your hips flush against his mouth. his thumbs pressed circles into your inner thigh flesh while spreading you wider with his tongue flicking relentless. the first strokes were short and sharp licks followed by broad sweeps. every nerve lit as you arched while crying out as his teeth grazed your clit. he was teasing before his lips sealed around it while sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. dishes rattled dangerously as you pushed back against him.
his hands slid under your ass and lifted you to meet each desperate thrust of his tongue. there was nothing gentle in this hunger. it was only humid heat, the sound of slick and tongue, and his ragged breaths echoing in the quiet kitchen. "taste so good baby," he gasped against you with a slightly needy voice. "can do this shit forever." then he drove deeper as his tongue plunged inside while his thumb rolled tight circles on your pulsing clit. the tension coiled and snapped like a sharp bloom of heat shuddering through you. his free hand slid up your stomach, fingers rough and possessive beneath your shirt, pinching your nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp.
"ouuā imma fuck the shit outta you girl," he growled against your wet skin as the words vibrated through you. he pulled back abruptly while panting and eyes filled with hunger. his hands fumbled at his belt buckle, the clink of metal loud in the sudden quiet before he freed himself, thick and straining. he gripped your hips again while dragging you forward until you felt the tip press against your entrance. one thrust and he was buried inside you to the hilt, a deep moan tearing from his throat as your walls clenched around him. "fuck. always so tight." he held you there a moment, trembling with his forehead pressed to yours and breathing ragged.
he pulled back almost completely before slamming into you again, setting a brutal pace that rattled the stacked plates beside you. the sound of metal clattered against tile from a forgotten spoon. your legs locked around his waist as your heels dug into the small of his back as he fucked you into the counter's edge, each thrust forcing a choked sound from your throat. you felt every ridge and every pulse of him as the slap of skin echoed off the cabinets. his breath came in harsh bursts against your neck as his teeth started biting your neck. "say it," he demanded hoarsely while his fingers dug bruises into your hips. "say who you belong to."
your vision blurred, and not from tears, but from the sheer force of him filling you, stretching you, and the countertop bruising your spine. you clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails as he drove deeper and faster trying to chase his own release. "ony-" you choked out but his mouth crashed over yours, swallowing your cry as his hips stuttered. he came with a whimpering moan, spilling hot and thick cum inside you as his body shuddered against yours. still buried deep, he kissed you again, slow this time, almost tender. his tongue tracing your lips before pulling back just enough to whisper with a slight laugh,
warnings. primal play + predator/prey chase, biting, smelling, crawling
ārun.ā
itās just one word, but his voice is threateningly low, veering toward something dangerous. a sharp glint flickers across those honeyed irises. his jaw ticks and you hesitate, hitching a gasping breath.
he jerks his head, shooing you off. āyouāre wasting time.ā
you take off, heart beating everywhere except where itās meant to. every step you take echoes in the silence, but it doesnāt matter. heās already hunting you. you can feel it. not just the sound of his heavy, looming strides, but the heat of him drawing closer and closer and closer.
āi can hear your heartbeat.ā he notes, unhurriedly trailing behind you. while turning a corner, he hums. āyou scared?ā
nanami sheds his usual restraint as you bolt through the dimly lit apartment, breathless. you donāt make it far at all ā strong arms encase you from behind, hungrily yanking you back with a low, feverish growl against the thrumming heat of your neck.
āgotcha,ā he murmurs against your twitching ear, dragging you down to the carpeted floor with him, and pinning you against the shag with a single hand as he mouths your throat. āreally think you can run from me, silly girl?ā
a burly knee is forcing your thighs apart and you whine, your woozy head nodding into the plush carpet. you donāt fight him off like prey should. instead, youāre letting him devour you whole; you wanted to be caught like this ā breathless, panting. legs falling open so easily while his big palm cups the warmth of you through your pretty lilā panties.
āoh,ā that smile. slow, crooked, devastating. āyou like being hunted, donāt you?ā his pearly teeth catch the skin behind your ear, marking. āmakes that pussy so fucking sloppy, doesnāt it?ā he kisses where heās bitten, the heat of his voice branding your flesh. ālet me feel her thenā¦ let me feel the mess you made.ā
something loud and unrestrained leaves your throat as he nudges your panties aside with nimble fingers. nanami can feel the depraved arch of your back, your breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest while his greedy fingers draaag from your pretty little hole to the head of your quivering clit.
āfeels like you wanted me to catch you, no?ā he lets off a something of a laugh, his big fingers circling over your clit once. twice. āall this mess from me chasing you? huh, nasty girl?ā
god, the way youāre nodding up to him ā blown, lustrous eyes threatening to cross like a whore, your trembling bottom lip caught between a row of chattering teeth, and a desperate whimper trapped in your throat ā is enough to make his cock twitch.
āoh, you really are my perfect prey, arenāt you?ā
you feel him everywhere. so many fingers on your pussy and inside your mouth. digits creeping up your jaw and pulling your head so far back that the column of your throat is brazenly exposed.
nanamiās thumb is prying your jaw wide, the taste of your hot, erratic breaths like candy on his ravenous tongue. heās greedily dipping his head to kiss you but itās far from respectful ā itās sloppy, hungry, anything but.
āfuck, youāre sweet,ā he mumbles as his wet, messy lips descend to the erratic pulse that hums below your parting jaw. a hand grabs ahold of your pretty face, forcing your head back even further. āyou taste different when youāre afraid.ā
the heat of his tongue is akin to a flame, trailing up the expanse of your throat as he nips and bites your flesh like a man starved. the tip of his nose sits tucked beneath your ear, inhaling. he moans into your skin, mouth open, breathing you in like it hurts to hold back.
āpleaseāoh,ā you whimper, hips rutting mindlessly in desperate pursuit of friction.
his nose is continues to creep down the craning slope of your neck, over your collar bone, and between the valley of your breasts. he inhales between gritted teeth like an addict. loud, shameless, unfettered.
āyou smell scared.ā itās whispered into the crook of your neck, the timber of his voice narcotic.
you twitch in his hold ā not from fear, but from the molten ache that pools low in your belly, gnawing and unbearable. he notices. of course he does.
āhurts, doesnāt it?ā he mutters into your skin, not with pity, but reverence ā like your suffering is sacred, like it feeds something deep inside him. āthat pretty little ache between your legs. all that wetnessā¦ and no relief.ā his fingers ghost down your stomach, not touching where you need him, but so close that it makes you wince.
you nod, shaky, desperate, willing.
āthen crawl for it.ā
the command is soft. final.
nanami backs away, standing to his feet. your body moves before your mind can catch up ā down to your hands, wobbly knees pressing into the carpet, chest heaving. you can hear the low drag of his breath, the slow clench of his fists, the way he grits his teeth like it hurts to watch you obey so perfectly.
āthatās itā¦ crawl for my cock. iāll decide if you get fed.ā
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