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Ur trio headcannons are something i genuinely didnt know I NEEDED. I'm obsessed now💗💗💗

Thank you bookie butt!! I’m so glad y’all are loving them! They have quickly become my favorite obsession. 😭🙌🏾 I have so much content I want to write for them.

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The sounds of your 90s playlist fill the air. Soul food on the stove, your hair **however you choose** as you breathe in the day. It was your favorite time. A lazy Sunday with your 3 favorite men.

Eren stands next to you, seasoning the rest of the food to go out of the grill. You teach him with patience, pairing spices and flavors. “Good job baby.” You whisper with a gentle kiss and you love the way he turns red at your words. “Connie baby, take this out there to Ony please.” You say as Eren finishes up. “Look at you learning something.” Connie teases Eren. “Shut up idiot.” He playfully rolls his eyes as he turns to finish helping you in the kitchen.

Your eyes watch Connie carry the tray to the back porch. He sits it down before stepping closer to check on your favorite grill master. They laugh quietly about something before Ony’s hand comes up and grips the back of Connie’s neck gently pulling him closer and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He watches you watch him and tosses you a wink before letting Connie go. You smile brightly.

“You look happy mamas.” Eren whispers into your neck. Soft hands come around your waist. You reach back and pull him closer breathing in his scent. “I am happy.” You say softly. Eren peppers kisses against your neck and your eyes close as you melt into his touch. Connie walks in and smiles, coming to your front. "Y'all so cute." he teases kissing the other side of your neck. Your skin heats up and you feel yourself squirm in their arms. You murmur under your breath. "Y'all gone get her started and then be mad when y'all hungry later." Ony chuckles, walking inside the doorway. Both men slowly release you giving you room to breathe.

Ony walks over and kisses your temple and you can't help the smile that spreads across his face. You sigh happily falling into his arms. There was nothing like a Saturday afternoon with your favorite men...

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WARNING! This is about the trio but this is a MMMF relationship, MDNI, smut, Ony on Connie vibes, BE WARNED! My final time saying it, there is male interaction in this. Thank you. Enjoy

“Ony, Ony please. I’m sorry.”

You hear it from outside of the door. Your eyes widen as you turn to look at Eren. It was bound to happen. Connie was the playful one of the bunch. Always cracking jokes and speaking out of turn. Touching things he shouldn’t just to get a rise out of whoever was his current victim. It was only a matter of time until he took it too far. And today was that day. A smack cracks in the air and you head Connie’s groans underneath the door. “What the fuck did I tell you? Huh?” Ony’s growl follows another smack.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Please.” Connie whimpers. You knew the predicament he was in all too well. Having been on the receiving end of that same punishment more times than you would care to admit. “You so fucking hardheaded Con, damn.” Ony says in frustration. This smack was louder than the other two. Connie’s cries fill the air follows by a moan. “I won’t do it again, I swear.” He cries. “No you not. You knew better didn’t you. But you did that shit anyway.” Ony is breathless and you could only imagine the predicament that Connie had gotten himself in.

On the other side of the door, Ony’s hand grips Connie’s side as the other one presses him deeper into the mattress. “See what you get for being hard headed.” He grunts. His dick slides deeper into Connie’s ass. “Fuck, bruh. I’m sorry.” Ony’s growl follows fucks him rough, raising up to land another hard smack on his ass. The round muscle bright red from constant torture. “That ain’t my fucking name. Say that shit right.”

Connie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his ears burning as a broken daddy falls from his lips. You slap both hands over your mouth to cover your gasps. Your eyes find Eren’s, his face beet red and cheeks flushed. “If you by that door, you next.” You both hear Ony from underneath the doorframe. You and Eren bolt down the hall and towards the living room.

Hours later, you tiptoe back up the steps. Eren carries a tray of food and you water and blankets per Ony’s text request. When you turn the knob you see them. Ony, shirtless scrolling on his phone, and Connie resting peacefully in his arms. You heart and pussy flutter at the same time as you walk in. You sit the water down and climb in the bed on the other side of Ony. Eren stands at the foot, leg shaking nervously. You knew he wouldn’t ask so you hold you arm out and gesture him forward. Ony spread his arm out for you both to lay on it.

You scoot in close and Eren comes right behind you. Ony’s hand finds the back of his head and scratches into his scalp gently, loosening his ponytail. “Fuck.” Eren groans softly cuddling up behind you, his dick semi hard and he cuddles you tightly. You breathe in Ony’s scent. You love it when he is freshly fucked because his natural musk is so much stronger. The fragrance of him and Connie dance around your sense and makes you push further into him. Ony lets out a silent chuckle, kissing your head softly. “Tomorrow.” He speaks softly.

“Connie needs to recover.”

This was my first time writing something like this 😭 but I hope yall like it!

[nieceeee]

Headcanons and moodboards for your husbands in “THE TRIO”

(and yes, the fonts are how they write lol)

Connie: goofball but a sweetheart, a bit subby, sometimes bratty when he wants to be, and a little bit of a pushover when it comes to you (a lot of a pushover when it comes to you), not reserved by a long shot but he calms down in your presence...sometimes

love language: acts of service, he wont stop buying you shit and tries to do literally everything for you (hence his beef with you opening your own door)

Eren: hot headed of course, tries to be stern (fails), potty mouth rocker boy with an obsessive protection over you, gets annoyed easy buy anyone outside of you, Connie, and Ony, quick to snap and a master instigator when he wants to be, he likes to push buttons...especially yours and Ony's

love language: words of affirmation, you tell him some good words and he melts like putty in your hands even though he tries to act tough

Ony: strong silent type for the most part, Ony is stern but gentle with all of y'all, no nonsense about bullshit, very slow to anger but do NOT get him there, Ony loves deep and he loves hard, he keeps the house moving (he has everybody's schedule and always knows where everything is), about you....he will burn the world down

love language: physical touch, anytime, anywhere, any place with any of yall (he quick to snatch Connie by his neck )

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Gojo being insecure about his scars…

I’ve been trying to write and put out every fic that comes to my head as soon as it comes. No more procrastination 😭😭

[nieceeee]

Hey Siri, play Bartender by T Pain

I saw this art by @tayatimiko and ran with it...

Bartender x black reader, your choice of male character because why not.

By the time your last homegirl showed up at your apartment, you were already three outfit changes deep and questioning every fashion decision you’d ever made. I honestly don't know why I am overthinking this to begin with. you think to yourself as you look over your current attire once more. Multiple rounds of knocking comes from the other side of the wooden door.  “Girl, if you don’t open this door…” a loud voice rings out. Your head drops back but you make your way to the door anyway. You swung it open with one earring in your hand. Your best friend stood on the other side with her hand on her hip and looked you up and down.

“See? This why you always late.” she pops her lips at you. You walk back to your vanity to finish putting your earring on. “I wasn’t late until you got here.” You say to her, a tease in your voice. “Now you know damn well that is not how time works.” she bursts into laughter. You suck your teeth and walk away.

Saturday nights with your girls always turned into an event. Loud music blasting through the speakers, Everybody taking their time to get ready as y’all dance around. Cups of pre game liquid courage all over the counters. And somehow your lipgloss has made its way around to two different people and neither one of them were you. You finally settled on a fitted low cut black crop top, ripped jeans that hugged every curve and showed just enough skin and cute tennis shoes because there was no way in hell you were about to be hobbling around the club drunk in heels. 

It was cute and comfortable, the perfect mix of street and sexy which is exactly what you were going for. You swipe a new tube of gloss and apply it to your lips before stepping back and giving yourself a smile. “Okay, I’m ready.” you say to your girls. More shots and a ton of laughter later, y’all find your way downtown. “Yes, we made it before the line. That means we can actually get somewhere to sit.” your best friend says as she parks the car. From the minute y’all stepped inside, you know it's going to be a good night. Colorful strobe lights casting hues against your brown skin. The DJ is mixing the best of the best of current Hip-Hop and R&B. The few bodies that are inside are moving, people dancing and of course somebody is standing on the seats in their section. 

Everything is warm and alive, and it's the perfect atmosphere to act up. Which is exactly why you and your girls came out to begin with. “Oh yeah, I needed this.” you say as you all pocket your IDs and walk through the door. your eyes scan the room, already widening with excitement. Pupils dancing from person to person until it lands on him behind the bar. 

There is something about natural confidence that just oozes out of the skin and shines through. He embodies that. The way he moves easily from place to place, shaker in hand and the most nonchalant look plastered across his features. He is one of those people that just had it. Helping customers, taking payments, and completely in his zone. His features are the type to capture your eye and you get stuck if you look too long. And that's exactly where you messed up. So caught up in him you didn’t notice he had caught you looking. Your eyes stay for a split second. A smirk pulls at his lips and you force yourself to look away. 

Unfortunately for you your friends are nosey and saw the entire interaction. “Don’t y'all even start.” you shake your head. “Don’t be getting smart with us cause we caught you eye fucking the bartender.” your bestie teases as we walk closer. you laugh despite yourself. Letting her pull you to a bar. For a drink of course…

The bartender looks up immediately when you approach. “Took you long enough.” he says, sitting the cup down he has just rinsed. You blink in confusion. “Excuse me?” you ask, sitting in the swivel chair. “The way you were eyeballing me, I figured it wouldn’t be long before you came and sat down.” he says. “Me?” you point at yourself. “You're the only one who sat down so obviously.” you roll your eyes dramatically, pressing your lips together to stop the smile threatening to surface. “Oh you think you funny?” you say to him. He shrugs his shoulders. You couldn’t help laughing. “What can I get you?” he asks. You press your fingers to your chin like you’re actually pondering, then answer with a simple “Something good.” He blinks at you, straight faced. “That’s not an order.” You shrug your shoulders “It’s all you’re getting.” you say sweetly. He stares at you for a second longer Then nods. “Fair enough.” As he starts making the drink, you watch his hands move.

You can tell a lot about the way a man is with his hands. They are clean, well manicured. But he is fast. Moving with ease, his hands work with confidence. you can’t help but stare. “You got a staring problem, you know that right?” He teases as he pours the liquor into a cup, handing it to you. You take it from him and take a sip. Your eyes blink softly and you freeze for a moment. Then take another sip.

 “Oh.” 

It was the only word you could muster. He raises a brow at you. “Oh?” He repeats in a question. “That’s dangerous.” you say to him. He only smiles and walks to the other side of the bar. The night settles into an easy rhythm. Dancing with your girls. Singing and drinking. He continues to do his job but you can feel his presence with every move he makes. Every now and again you glance over at him. He catches you each time. You don’t look away and he offers you a wink. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. You roll your eyes but you smile anyway. 

The DJ switches the pace, playing a classic R&B jam. The entire bar erupts into song. You are one of those people. You throw your hands in the air from the bar and sing loudly. Every word floating in the air over the crowd. You see him from the corner of your eye shaking his head, a barely there smile on his lips. After your concert you turn to the bar again. The night continues on. The crowd has thickened and the bodies are backed into whatever spaces they can find. “Another one please.” you say. He frowns slightly, hand raising and pointing to his ears. You stand on the edge of the bars of your seat to get closer to him. He leans in as well. Close enough for you to be able to study his features. 

His eyes were the type to draw you in. Ink on his arms visible from under his shirt. It was nice to look at to say the least. “What’s up?” He asks. You lean a bit closer to speak. In between your thoughts, a savory smell hits your nose. It must be his cologne. You inhale again. The scent floods your senses. It's warm. Clean. Dangerously sensual and damn it smells good. “Damn.” It slips out before you can catch yourself. “What?” He asks leaning in a bit more. You inhale again. “You smell good.” You could literally hear the grin split across his face. “I know.” He replies. you lean back a bit to catch his eye and stare. It was the audacity for me. “You know?” you say. “I mean, I bought it. What else was I supposed to say?” The laughter spills from your chest. “You could've at least said thank you.” you say with another eye roll. “Maybe.” he shrugs, sliding a cup in front of you. “You so irking.” you giggle while taking the cup. “It keeps you coming back.” he says before walking off to help another customer. You hate how smooth that answer is. You hate it even more because he knew it. For a second you just look at each other. The noise around seeming to disappear in the distance.

As the night went on, your conversations got longer. The teasing got easier. At one point you walk up to the bar and find him already pouring your drink. You frown. “I didn’t order that.” “You were going to.” he slides the drink towards you “You don’t know me.” you tease. “You’ve ordered the same thing three times.” You stare at him. “You always have a response to everything huh?’ you say as you take a sip of the drink. It's just as smooth as the first one. “Occupational hazard. Comes with the service.” He laughs. And Lord. That laugh. The way it curves around your spine sending goosebumps through your body. That laugh, that smirk, and these drinks are a deadly combo. 

Later, while waiting for another round, you find yourself standing closer than before. Mostly because the music is loud. Partly because you want to. He leans in to hear you. You lean in even closer. It's like a game the way y’all intertwine. Then somebody yells for another drink from the other end of the bar. The moment broke but only for a second. Because as your eyes follow him, his eyes find yours. Another wink breaks  the interaction as he turns to take another order. 

It's near 3 am by the time your bubble bursts. “I got to get home and get out of this damn skirt.” your best friend complains as she plops down next to you. Space has opened up just enough for you to breathe as some of the “early birds” are leaving the club. You can’t help the way your eyes dart back to the bar to find him. He is ringing up another customer and not seeing him looking at you makes a pit drop in your stomach. You don’t get why it makes you feel the way that it does. You can’t explain it. You take your time grabbing your purse to pull out your card and wait for the other bartender to pay out your tab. 

“I got her.” his voice calls out as you are handing the payment over. You press your lip together to keep the smile in. “You leaving already?” he asks as he swipes the card. “That’s usually how bars work.” You say. He laughs that laugh again. “You know something.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been talking to you all night.” You fold your arms. “Seems that way.” he says as he prints off the receipt and hands it to you to sign. “And yet…you still never asked me my name.” you say to him. His smile grew the same as yours. “That’s an interesting observation.” He says. you shrug and sign the thin slip of paper. “Something like it. Night Mr. Bartender.” you say with a smile as you turn away.

“See there you go. Doing it again” he says low underneath his breath. You turn back to him with a tilt of confusion. “Doing what?” you ask. “Making everything difficult.” you laugh. He shakes his head and offers that small smile that made you swoon earlier before. Then without hesitation finally asks the question you’d both been dancing around all night.

“What’s your name ma?”

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Okay. Currently. This is what we working with. So what yall want to read?

What’s the next fic??

Frenemies to lovers Connie x reader, suggestive

Brothers best friend gojo x reader, pt 1 series, smut

The trio x reader, mmfm - smut

Baby daddy Eren, pt 5, series, angst

Drummajor ony x reader, undecided

Best friend Eren x reader, undecided

my little secret pt 2, ony

Voting ended onJul 9

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I’m calm now… Anyway😘 no more snapping for me today guys lol. Enjoy these

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slight mmfm, semi bi awakening but nothing major, trio love

“Aye. What the hell do yall got going on?!” Ony’s thick arms snatch you up as Eren steps in between you and Connie. You both had been going at it for the past 20 minutes.

“She started it!” Connie yells in frustration. “And I’m ending it now both of yall go sit the fuck down.” You roll your eyes and walk away. Connie smacks his lips in defiance. “You can talk to her like that. I ain’t going for that shit.” He mumbles under his breath. Eren’s eyes widen as he steps back. Ony's eyes narrow in on Connie. "What." he says to him, nostrils flaring.

Connie's eyes turn to saucers as he swallows heavily. It was too late to turn back so all he could do was stand his ground. "I said what I said." he speaks with much less bravado than before. Ony smirks.

"Keep fucking around. You'll get snatched up too." Ony says before he walks away.

somebody asked for smut with the trio and I promise yall...I will try my best lol but here is this for now

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Heyyyyy!!!!can we plz have another eren, Connie, and ony x reader??? They are just soo good every single time u make them

“You better get her before I do.” Connie growls. You stand behind Eren, using his body as a shield. Eren’s brow pull together as he looks back at you. “What the hell is going on?” He says. His protective nature getting the best of him. “Uh uh. Don’t do that. She been being a brat all damn day.” Connie says to him. “You been being bratty today mamas? Why Connie chasing you?” Eren says softly, turning to pull you from behind him. “Rennie. I’m innocent.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes.

His eyes narrow slightly. “What did you do baby girl?” You gnaw on the inside of your lip. “Yeah bunny. Tell Eren what you did at the mall today.” They both stare at you. “I didn’t do anything.” You roll your eyes, your arms cross over your chest. “Exactly. You decided to throw a damn tantrum about that coach bag and did nothing.” Connie starts before turning his attention to Eren. “She sat down on the bench. She wouldn’t walk, talk to me, or eat. Her ass ain’t ate all damn day. And we at the register at the other store, she got the nerve to pay for her own shit. THEN she opens her own doors the whole way to the car and home.” He tells it all.

Eren blinks looking from you to Connie and back to you. “Oh you were cutting up today huh?” Eren says firmly. “Don’t take his side!” You pout in agitation. “I don’t want to hear it.” Connie chimes back in. “You know how we feel about you and taking care of you. And you know you’re supposed to take care of yourself too. I told you I would get you the bag after you actually ate something.” You roll your eyes again. “I wasn’t hungry. And we were already in the damn store. You could’ve just gotten it.” Your lips snap shut at your mistake. “Excuse me?” A deep voice calls from behind you and sends a chill down your spine. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was. “Since when do we start cussing at each other.”

“I’m sorry. I was just upset.” You try to backtrack. Connie and Eren look to one another and then turn to the man leaning in the doorway with his arms folded. Out of the three of them, Ony was no nonsense when it came to two things. Your care and disrespect. And you managed to check both of those boxes in one day.

He lifts his hand slowly gesturing you forward. Hesitantly, you walk until you’re standing in front of him, eyes looking up into his. "You gone explain to me why you acting out of character today?" he starts. "I was just a little upset Onya." your heart thumps in your chest. You know the look he was giving you. "No, you're frustrated because you haven't fueled your body and decided to take it out on everybody else. You know you're supposed to eat before you even step out the door. Then you acting up with Connie and cussing and some more. This the timing we on?" He stands all the way up. "No." you speak softly.

"Connie, order some food for us. She will be back to apologize in about 2 hours." Ony speaks over you. "Ony..." you start "Nah, you wanted to clown. Now you about to come up here and get some act right. And when I'm done with you, you gone come down here and apologize. Now go." he says. You shuffle your way up the stairs. Energy sizzling under your skin. Ony turns and follows you up the steps. "All she had to do was listen." Connie says picking up the phone to order food. "She'll be sore for about 2 days." Eren chuckles. They sit down on the couch and boot up the game, both men knowing exactly the way Ony was about to teach you a lesson...

since yall liking the trio so much lol I figured I could write more for them. Let me know what yall want!

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“Wait you really not fucking with us right now. This is a genuine question?”

Ony and Eren stare at each other then back at Armin. “Do I look like I am joking?” Armin says with a straight face. “Armin, be for real right now. You’re asking us how much sex is too much… Is that even realistic?” Eren laughs out loud. “Yeah, double A, eres loco.” Connie comes back into the room, stuffing his face with chips. “Come on. Y’all are supposed to be my friends. And you’re all more experienced than me.” Armin says, arms flailing to the sides. He had called his friends over as soon as you left for brunch to ask this very important question. “Armin. What do you mean how much sex? You and y/n been together 2 years now.” Ony expresses. “Yes, and I thought because we were just getting started intimately then over time it would even out. But… I don’t know.” Armin’s head drops in his hands. He knew he should have spoken to a professional. “Okay, stop messing with the man. I’m sure it’s not as much as you think it is. I mean you were inexperienced so it might be a lot for you.” Ony attempts to encourage him. Armin lifts his head and gives a small nod. “Yeah, like you may just be overwhelmed by it all.” Connie hops back into the conversation. “Yeah, like name the last 10 times you had sex with your girl. No weird shit.” Eren encourages.

“Well 5 today and…”

Connie spits his drink out before Armin could even finish. “Wait, what?” He asks. Armin’s eyes widen at his response. “What? I-is that not enough?” He asks, face turning red. “Armin. 5 times today? It’s only 2 o clock!” Connie responds. “Okay?” Armin’s friends look at him like he had grown a second head. “So you mean to tell me. You have had sex with your girl five different times today only?” Ony chimes in, shock evident on his face. “Well…yeah? Some were quickies because she had to go to brunch. Is that wrong?” He explains. “Is that a normal thing? Yall just fucking 5 times in a day on the regular?” Eren’s brows furrow. “W-well. Some days it’s only 2 or 3. Other times it’s just…oral stuff.” He blushes at the last part.

“Gahdamn. I see what you mean now.” Ony mumbles. “So I’m right? It’s not regular?” Armin exclaims. “Shit I don’t know one woman giving it up twice every week let alone multiple times in a day.” Eren shakes his head. As they converse, the door knob jingles and in you walk. “Minnie baby. Where are you?” You call out. You switch your way into the kitchen to find the four men standing there. “Hey guys.” You chirp as you walk towards your man. Your mouth is on him the minute you touch. Your gloss spreads against his mouth as your tongue dives in his mouth.

You devour him, loving the way he melts in your hands. “B-baby.” He whimpers slightly, his hands squeezing your sides. You finally let him go and give him a big smile. “I missed you.” You say “Wanna come up and hear about my day?” You ask, your fingers rubbing against his chest. “Y-yeah. I’ll be up in a minute.” He says. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” You whisper as you kiss him again. “Bye guys.” You say walking up the steps.

They watch you then turn to Armin. “You a lucky man…” Ony says with a laugh. “I just…” he starts but you call his name up the steps. “Coming!” He calls to you. He turns to his friends and mouths a small help

Yall are really just getting whatever comes to my head atp😂

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“Aye Ony where yo girl at?” Connie calls over the music. Ony frowns looking around for you. You had left the section nearly 30 minutes ago. “She over there at the bar.” Eren nods. Ony’s eyes find yours and the only thing he could utter was “Shit.”

You had locked your gaze on him. That look on your face, eyes slanted low, lips slightly parted and your straw sits between your teeth. He knew exactly what type of timing you were on. “That’s my cue. I’ll holla at yall boys.” He says to his friends. “Damn you leaving already? We just getting started.” Eren complains. “Ain’t gone lie.” He looks at you again. Your tongue darts across your lips and you smile softly.

“Unless yall want it to get real X rated in this bitch…I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He smiles before walking to you. “Hey baby.” You purr hands on his chest. “Yeah, I know.” He smiles grabbing your hand and heading to the car.

He mentally prepares himself for the type of night he was so ready to have. Needless to say. Your friends didn’t hear back until 48 hours later.

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“I’m sorry to tell you this sir but…” Connie’s elderly neighbor whispered to him as he walked towards his front porch. He had just gotten off of another 14 hour shift and the only thing he wanted to do was get wrapped up in you.

“Well young man, I think your lady is cheating on you.” She says. Her brows pull together tightly and her clammy hand grips his forearm. Connie blinks a few times. “Excuse me?” He asks. “I’m so sorry but I had to say something. I’ve seen a few gentlemen callers coming in your home when you’re at work. Quite frankly, it’s mighty disrespectful. This is a peaceful neighborhood around these parts. And well. I see you’re working hard and I figured you should know.” She finished up her speech with a firm press of her lips. “Uh…” Connie didn’t know what to say or how to feel. “Well, thank you so much for telling me. You have a great night.” Connie pats her hand softly and walks back towards his front door.

Dropping his bags at the entrance he walks to the kitchen, the sound of R&B music playing softly on the speaker. He calls out to you. “Baby…” his eyes turn the corner and there you are dancing around the kitchen. Connie stills at the entrance to take in the sight before him. Your hips sway to the music eyes closed and head lifted up. A thick pair of muscular hands are wrapped around your waist moving with you to the beat.

Connie can do nothing but process it. You’re in bliss for a few more seconds before your eyes peel open and you see him standing in the doorway. “Connie. You’re home early baby.” He quietly walks closer to you. Ony steps back from your body and allows you to move around the counter. You walk towards him and wrap him in your embrace. His body relaxes immediately at your touch. He buries his face in your neck and sighs. “You seem tense baby what’s wrong.” Connie mumbles into your shoulder. “Connie. I can’t hear you.” You giggle. “Long day at work. Our neighbor things you’re cheating on me by the way.” He says as he finally lifts his head.

Your brows furrow. “Cheating on you?” You say, shock across your face. A deep chuckle rings out from behind you. “Damn you cheating on us baby.” Ony chimes in. Connie can’t help but laugh. “She said she’s been seeing…what was it? Oh. Gentlemen callers coming into our home.” Connie says. He recaps the entire encounter with you and Ony. “Nosey ass lady.” Ony says rolling his eyes. “Oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” You go back to cooking dinner. “Aye. It’s better she stopped me than Eren. He would’ve cussed her out.” Connie laughs out loud. “Oh shit. He will lose his mind if she walks up to him and says that.” You say.

It’s true that your relationship was…unconventional. I mean you’re married to three men. And when you all moved in both Eren and Ony were out of town so the assumption that it was just Connie made since. Still it didn’t make it any less weird that your neighbors think you’re cheating on your husband. “I’ll have to figure out how to explain it to her somehow.” You say shaking your head. “Connie baby go get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.” He nods kissing your forehead and dapping up Ony before he goes up the stairs to clean up.

He was down just in time to help set the table when the front door opens and Eren storms in.

“Man, why the fuck did our neighbor stop and call me a home wrecker on my way inside.”

This shit came to my head at random lmfao. Don’t ask questions.

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TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD LOSS

ngl y'all I have so many fics to post but I know I disappeared

honesty post, I went on a hiatus because three days before my birthday I lost my baby that me and my husband had been trying to have for a year now. It was overwhelming and my heart was heavy. I stopped doing everything creatively to just try and breathe. I had a lot to process and I'm thankful to my husband for being by my side and uplifting me in ways I didn't know I needed while he also grieved. I just got back into my creative bag because my creativity has alwasy been an outlet and safe space for me. So the love y'all are showing is not only helping but its making me feel so supported so I thank y'all for the love on the recent fics. We are back actiivvvveeeeee and I can't wait to share more.

[nieceeee]

SHOPAHOLIC

bestfriend!ony x black reader

"Does this make my ass look fat?" you ask your best friend as you turn in the mirror. He lifts his head from his phone. You had once again dragged Ony out to shop with you. A task her swears he hated but secretly loved for moments just like this. He tilts his head slightly as his tongue darts across his lips. Then without hesitation.. "Absolutely." You snap your head to look at him. "Ony, stop fucking playing with me." you snip before turning back to the mirror. "I mean, shit you asked. I gave you an honest answer." You look yourself over again. It wasn't like he was wrong. That was the whole point of you buying the pants to begin with. "You know I'm right. Now gone and get 'em. Matter of fact get a few more." he smirks. "Ok." you walk over to him and hold your hand out. "Maaaan." he groans but pulls out his card and hands it over to you. "I need some shoes to go with these so come on." you boss him around, watching him collect the mountain of bags you'd already accrued. You sashay towards the counter and Ony won't lie and say he didn't love to watch you leave. One of the many best friend perks he enjoys about being your personal bag boy.

Yeah, you love shopping with your best friend and honestly...he loves it too.

[nieceeee]

nerd!ony x black reader

WC: 5K+

A/N: MDNI, afab reader, black reader, we love ony down bad as always. I had fun writing this one

“Ony, again bruh come on.”

Onyankopon sighs, rubbing his hands down his face as he stands in the doorway of his dorm. His teammates stand on the other side, once again urging him to come out for the night. “Come on, yall know how my mama is. If I don’t ace this test, I’m done.” he shrugs. Groans sound out in the crowd of people. “Ony, it's college. One bad test won't mess you up. You already have a 4.0.” his best friend Connie slaps a hand on his shoulder. “And if I was paying my own way through school I would agree. But my folks ain’t going for that and yall know it.” he explains for the umpteenth time as he pushes his glasses up on his face. Ony’s arm cross over his wide chest as he tries his best to be patient with his friends and teammates. They’re cutting into studying time was the only thing running through his mind. One thing about him, he ran a strict program. Study time was set and organized each week depending on workload. Alarms were set on his clock for breaks and lunches. Phone silenced for no distractions. He had it all in order but his teammates were disrupting his routine and it made than vein in his neck twitch in agitation. He knew they meant well but it didn't change a thing. 

“Come on man. Y'all know he ain’t budging when it comes to this school shit. We gone be late to the party.” Eren groans from behind them, his booted foot kicked up behind him balancing him out as he leans against the wall. He folds his over his chest, black hair greased and slicked back into a low ponytail. “Exactly.’ Ony quickly agrees, “Y'all just go. I’ll catch the next one.” He compromises. Another round of complaints and head shakes sound out. “Wait, isn't your girl supposed to be there tonight?” Reiner asks, that heavy country twang coming from the back of the crowd. Eyes shuffle from him back to Ony, patiently waiting for his response. To be honest, Ony wasn’t sure if you were going to be there or not. I mean he figured you would just because he knew you. That’s literally how you two met. 

Ony had been forced to go to at least one team outing by his friends and coaches (yeah, it was that bad.) After hours of reluctance he agreed to go only because he was offered (bribed with) a full study day of no interruptions and a light practice day which everyone knew he wouldn't take. His team had managed to get him out that night for the annual fair. The minute he got there he was ready to leave. It was overwhelming. The lights, the bodies, the people. He found himself standing in the line for the ferris wheel in hopes that the height from the rotating ride could offer him some sense of reprieve from the chaos swarming around him. His eyes fan the area, taking in his surroundings, teammates standing close by loud and boisterous. And then he saw you and instantly it seemed like the world melted away. Ony rarely gets awestruck but there was something about the way your brown skin shines under the moonlight, eyes twinkling like stars. Drawn like a moth to a flame he didn't even register that you had walked up to him until you were standing right under his nose. “Hey cutie. What’s your name?” Was the first thing you said to him that night. His eyes widened because there was no way you were talking to him, right? But you were. He stuttered his name to you and your response was one he would never forget. “Nice to meet you Ony. I’m Y/N. In a few minutes, I’m going to hold out my hand and you’re going to put your phone in it. I’ll be expecting a text from you with a time and a date. And if you can set it in the next 48 hours, you’ll definitely be getting a goodnight kiss that night.” He was so starstruck that he barely registered when your hand lifted in front of him. He fumbled his phone from his pocket and before you had walked off good he had sent you a text (Eren had to force him to do it because he was still confused about the entire encounter). A few dates later, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet, quiet gesture much like him. A promise ring stuffed in your favorite dessert at your favorite restaurant coupled with two dozen roses. You shared your second first kiss that night. 

You and Ony are alike and different at the same time. Both academic scholars with big aspirations. But where he is quiet, you are the life of the party. Never shying away from a function, a member of every black student organization on campus from student council to dance team, and more. If there is a gathering, you are there. Everyone who ius anybody and even the nobodies know who you are. And Ony loves it about you. Although he is much more on the shy side, his favorite thing is seeing you get the praise and accolades you are much deserved. That being said, there aren’t many parties that you miss so Ony assumes that you would be in attendance tonight as well. “She may be and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll be here in my room. Now if y'all excuse me, I have to get started. I’m already behind schedule.” He pushes them, in between their complaints, away from the door and closes it, locking both locks. A heavy sigh and soft finally escapes his lips. The clock hits 8:41 and Ony groans in agitation. He was supposed to start at 8:30 on the dot so he can take his breaks on time. “Guess I’ll just have to move things around.” He mumbles aloud as he sits down at his desk to get started. 

10:03 pm

His floor is quiet, everyone else having went to celebrate their big win. Pages spread neatly across his desk paired with uncapped highlighters and scribbled on sticky notes. His eyes scan the PowerPoint on his laptop as he double checks the answers on his practice test. He exhales softly through his nose, squinting as he pushes his glasses back closer to his pupils. He had already taken his first break and he was due for another one at 10:30. Focus. Only a few more minutes and you can give your eyes a rest. He blinks a few more times and continues to read. “When comparing the velocity of…” he reads aloud. 

His phone rings. 

The loud sound shocks him from his thoughts causing his brows to furrow together. His eyes dart over quickly as he reaches out to silence it. He didn’t realize he hadn’t turned his ringer off which is strange for him to say the least. Ony always remembers to turn his ringer off when he is studying. Distraction aside he shakes his head and collects his thoughts. Ignoring the call, he picks up where he left off. “Comparing veloci…”

The phone rings again. 

What is happening tonight? He thinks. He lets out a small huff of annoyance flipping the phone up to see who is calling. There are very few people that can bypass his silencer on his phone and his parents know he studies late nights. His heart jumps when he sees your name and picture on his screen, that familiar warmth seeping under his skin. His eyes check the clock. 10:23. 7 minutes. He isn't supposed to answer his phone for another 7 minutes. The FaceTime call continues to ring, device vibrating in his hand. Ony bites down into his lip as he contemplates. He doesn’t normally break his schedule but he knows your deep brown eyes are starting at the phone right now with your brows slightly pulled together, waiting patiently for him to answer. The call would be ending soon and this is the second time you called him. One time won’t hurt. He swipes the phone icon right just as it was about to end, setting his phone up on the shelf so that you could see him and turns his eyes back to his computer screen. 

The call connects. 

Your face fills the screen, brown skin glistening under the soft led lights in your room. You notice his attention is elsewhere and you smile bright. He is studying obviously. “Hi baby.” You say softly. “You not going to the party?” Ony swallows heavily but keeps his attention on the laptop. Your sweet voice sending tingles down his spine. This may have been a bad idea He thinks to himself, shaking his head before responding, “No. I have an exam this week. I’m trying to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyes continue to scan over the text on the screen. You give his a soft hum. “What about you? Are you planning on going?” He asks. “Thinking bout it. I was going to see if you wanted to help me pick an outfit but you seem busy.” You say softly, shuffling on your bed. “If you can give me a few minutes, I just have to get through this.” he responds jotting down a few notes on yellow sticky. He rips it off and adds it to the others on his wall. “You work so hard. I'm so proud of you baby.” you encourage and it makes his body run warm. He mumbles a shy thank you. Ony’s eyes glance over to you for a quick moment and he regrets it the exact moment he does. His eyes widen at your current position. One leg bent close to you, the other stretched out, slightly dangling off the side of your bed. Your back arched ever so slightly and Ony feels his chest tighten. 

You were effortlessly beautiful and a major distraction right now. Still, he doesn’t dismiss you or end the call. Instead he swallows the heavy pit in his throat and forces himself to turn back to his computer, ignoring the blood rushing down his body. “So,” you say, lifting your arm up and leaning your head against your hand. “What you studying?” You ask him, eyes watching the side of his face. You admire the way the screen reflects against his features. Ony was effortlessly sexy. Chiseled jaw and smooth skin with the longest and fullest lashes you’d ever seen. You watch his full lips move as he reads the text to himself softly. “Uh, I was looking over the power points for my kinematics exam and…don’t do that.”

It came out deep, gravelly and sent a tingle down your spine. 

You blink a few times, caught off guard at his statement. “Do what baby?” You ask in confusion. Ony holds in his groan refusing to look your way again. He runs his hands down his face “That thing you do.” Your mouth parts in an “O”. You take the time to look at your man and the strain on his face. You have seen Ony in many phases over the past few months. You’ve seen his intensity during games when he tunnels visions on one goal, carrying his team as quarterback. You’ve seen him shy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in social settings. You’ve seen him nervous, his lips grazing yours gently, never pushing you too far. You’ve even seen him worried, from his grades to that one time you fell and sprained your ankle and he doted on you for weeks. But this Ony is definitely someone you hadn’t seen before. His jaw is clenched, chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace that you are accustomed to seeing from him. His shoulders are squared, tense and pulled to his ears. Deep brown eyes blinking quickly as he stares at his screen like the words would disappear if he didn't. “Ony, baby what are you talking about? What did I do?” He turns to you and the looks in his eyes nearly pulls a gasp from your chest. “You are being distracting.” he growls. “Ony?” you whisper his name and his eyes roll closed. He takes a few breaths to steady himself before opening them again. “Sorry.” he mumbles before turning back to his computer. 

You sit up in your bed, leaning your top half on your folded arms. Shock still coating your features. “Onyankopon Nyamekye. Look at me.” you command, trying to figure out what in the hell just possessed your boyfriend. “I can’t.” he whines, pushing his glasses up once more. You let out a broken laugh. Ony has never acted like this before. “I was…” he starts then sighs. “I was doing so good.” he whispers softly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Ony leans back from his computer and turns to look at you, really look at you. You sit up on your bed, shorts hiked up slightly from all the rustling around and your top cut just low enough for Ony to see the curves of your breasts peeking from the top of your shirt. The sight of your nipples pressing against the thin fabric makes his mouth water. “Now can you explain why I tried to call my man to check in because I miss him and he’s asking like he can’t give me 5 minutes of attention.” He couldn’t tell you the real reason. You wouldn’t look at him the same. So instead he settles for, “I just need to get this done. I’m a bit behind.” You let out a pouty huff, crossing your arms tighter which in turn pushes your chest out more. Ony shuffles in his seat but you’re too upset to notice. “Fine, I can just let you go. I need to start getting ready anyway.” You murmur slipping off the bed. Your phone falls down in the process, causing the camera to point up to the ceiling. It gives him a moment to breathe but not much. Because after the lust simmers he finally realizes how upset he made you. It makes his stomach knot up. 

“Baby.” He calls out to you but you don’t respond, already in your mood. Instead you focus on pulling your clothes out and getting your makeup out of your vanity. Ony feels bad. He knows you weren’t actually doing anything but there was no way he was going to tell you that your thighs and titties were making him so hard that he couldn’t read through his notes. So he settled with the study card as always. Using the moment of quiet, he turns back to his notes. You disregard the phone, now focused on getting yourself together. You take time doing your hair and makeup. You fix your hair to perfectly accent your features. Smoky eyes set with dramatic liner and a deep red lip deepens your sex appeal as you work on piecing together your outfit. 

It was fairly warm out and you knew your liquor jacket would do you just right so you choose a jean belted mini skirt and crop option for your fit. It paired perfectly with your boots and the overall look. You smile to yourself., looking at your body in the mirror. “Okay. Purse, ID, keys…where is my phone?” you mumble to yourself as you grab everything you need to get ready and leave.  You hadn’t registered Ony was still on the phone up until that moment. “Ok, I’m about to leave.” You say flatly. He startles a bit at your voice. Ony had been attempting to study again but his eyes dart from the screen to his phone in hopes that you would come back. “You that mad at me? You won’t even show me your outfit.” He says trying to lighten the mood. He knows you’re upset with him but he isn’t too keen on letting you go out without seeing you. “You’re studying. Not tryin’ to distract you.” You quip. Yeah, you were pissed. “I'm on a break now.” he lies. His break was 20 minutes ago but schedule be damned. There is no way he is letting you leave without at least looking at you. “Come on baby. I want to see you.” He pleads. You release a small huff from your nose already relenting (because how can you tell him no when he asks so nicely), setting the phone up on your desk so he can see your full outfit. The minute you step back from the screen, Ony’s mouth drops open. His eyes devour you. The way the crop shows off that perfect amount of your belly. The skirt cutting into the meat of your thighs. His mind raced with how good that deep shade of red would look wrapped around his dick. He responds before his mind registers it. 

“Fuck.”

Your eyes widen, your mouth dropping open to match his. Ony doesn’t cuss. “Did you just-…” “Do a spin for me mamas.” His voice came out low and gravely, eyes slanted. The same way it is when he has just woken up and you love it. Your thighs press together gently but you obey, giving him a slow 360. “You’re so pretty baby.” He compliments you. “Thank you Onya.” You whisper back. A text chimes on your end breaking you from the trance that is your man. “Shoot, that’s Sasha. I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow baby. Bye.” You say before disconnecting and rushing out the door. Ony released a deep breath and turns back to his studies. 

11:47 pm

Ony struggled through the last 15 minutes of his study session. Every time he tries to read, his mind keeps conjuring up pictures of you in that outfit. His leg shakes underneath his desk in anxiousness. Come on Ony. Focus. He tries to give himself a pep talk but he is failing. He’s never had this problem before. Before he could sit and study for hours without stopping. But being with you, he could barely go 30 minutes before he wanted to see your face or hear your voice. And for the most part he’s been doing good. Until recently.

Recently his desire for you has caused his focus to fall short. 

You and Ony hadn’t been intimate…yet. You wanted him to be sure and he didn’t want to rush you. You’d only been dating 8 months. But one night you came over to check on him while he was studying and things started heating up. It was the way his glasses were sitting against his face that had just did something to you. Before you knew it, you’d climbed onto his lap while he was sitting at his desk, pressing your lips all over his neck, sucking softly. His thick hands gripped your sides, hips involuntarily pressing up into you causing you to whimper against his skin. The minute your lips met his, his hands held you down moving your hips up and down his print. “Baby.” You whined and it made him want to push his dick deep inside of you and fuck the noises from your throat. But before either of you could get further, his ringer exploded into the room interrupting the moment. Breathing heavy he checked the caller id and groaned aloud. It was his mother. His head dropped against your chest. Perfect timing mom. The ringer continued to fill the air. “You should take that.” You said to him, removing yourself from his grasp. By the time he had answered and his mom’s rambling filled his ears, you were already shuffling out the door, mouthing a quick we will talk tomorrow. Ony was so worried that he had pushed you too far that he didn’t bring it up again. But you couldn’t stop thinking about that day. Especially how tight his hands held you down as he growled into your mouth. You wanted more of that Ony. But your sweetheart of a boyfriend refused to be that with you.

“I think you should just tell him.” Sasha mentions in the middle of the party. How the conversation circled around to your sex life, the world will never know. “Yall know I can’t. Ony is just…he’s too gentle for that.” You shrug, downing another shot. “Come on. Every man has some level of aggression just pent up inside. You just have to get him to understand that you want to see that part of him.” Annie chimes in. “Yeah, just tell him. Hey big daddy, I want you to fuck me into the mattress until I can’t walk for a week.” Sasha says dramatically waving her hands in the air and pressing her tongue to her teeth. You all burst into laughter. “Not my Ony. He’s a gentle giant so I doubt that will be true. And I’m okay with that really.” You say to your friends. “Alright enough boyfriend talk. Let’s shake some ASSSSS, HOE!” Mikasa yells aloud causing you all to erupt into cheers. Getting lost in the music you waste no time standing on the furniture and showing out with your girls. Unbeknownst to you, Sasha had taken your phone to record you, posting you wilding out to your main story. She eyes Annie and Mikasa as they giggle, well aware of what she was doing. She types quickly, tagging Ony in the story and locking your phone before you realizes what’s happening. 

Ony’s phone chimes at exactly 12:23 am. It only takes him a minute to pick it up, brows furrowing in confusion at the notification. The video was only 12 seconds long. It took 7 of those for Ony to get up and throw his jacket and shoes on, snatching his keys off the door hanger and starts walking to his car. Ony wasn’t mad per say. Actually he didn't really care at all. He knew he bagged a baddie when he got with you and unlike most small minded men, he knew what that came with. The video didn’t make him upset, it made him fucking feral. Seeing the way your ass jiggled in that skirt, fabric pressing gently against your pussy coupled with built up pressure from before…yeah he wasn’t making it through the rest of the night without fucking you. 

Sweet, never breaking the rules, always on time shy Ony broke so many traffic laws speeding to where you were. His body hot with fever. This is so out of character for him but he doesn’t care. Not with that video playing in his mind. He needs you. So gentle giant Ony hit 97 in a 45, burning rubber as he slides into the parking lot of the club. He barely put the car in park, cutting the engine and speed walking into the building. You’re having the time of your life completely unaware of the scheme that your friends have devised so imagine your surprise when you hear “Aye Ony you made it!” from Connie’s loud ass in the corner. You damn near snap your neck at how fast you turn around to see him. “Ony? Wha…” 

“Let's go.” 

You blink in shock, his tone throwing you for a loop. “Baby huh?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly. Your eyes scan the shocked faces around you. Your friends lips press together to hold back laughter. “You heard me. We leaving. Get yo shit.” He grunts. Your brows furrow together, a pout forming on your lips. “I’m not ready to go. Why you acting like this?” You cross your arms. His eyes trail your chest and then back up. “You either gone go willingly or I’m gone make you. And you only have 3 seconds to decide so you better choose wisely.” You were in complete and utter shock. Who the hell was this standing in front of you and where did your man go? More importantly why the fuck did it have your pussy leaking in your panties. “Ony, I said I’m not leaving.” was the dumbest thing you could’ve said in that moment. 

It was like a scene from a movie. He walked up to you pupils dilated and smiles, tongue running across his lips. Next thing you know, you were upside down. “Tell your friends bye baby.” He says hoisting you up on his shoulder in the middle of the club. A round of cuss words and exclamations sounded in the room blending in with the music. No one had ever seen Ony act like this before. But he didn’t give a damn. “Ony!” You yell out but you’re only met with his hand smacking your ass. He carried you out the door and to his car. “Ony what has gotten into you?” your chest rises and fall rapidly as you sway against his shoulder. His only response is another hand on your ass. The sting is short lived as he rubs the spot he just hit, his hand slipping towards your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his fingers coast across your wetness. Ony climbs into the driver seat of his truck, you still sitting in his arms. “Ony, this is dangerous.” you whisper but you couldn’t lie and say it didn't excite you. “Spread your legs baby.” Ony commands. “Ony, I can’t…” “Spread your legs so I can see my pretty pussy baby.” Now that gets your attention. Ony isn’t vulgar in any form.

Well, he wasn’t.

This was something new for you both. But he didn't give a damn about anything else other than the pure lust rushing through his veins. “Ony.” You whimper. “Come on mamas. Be a good girl for me, okay?” His deep voice rumbles low in his chest. Your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you lean back slowly in the front of the bench seat of his Chevy. You tilt your hips forward spreading your legs slowly. One leg resting on the top of the seat and the other bent slightly resting against the center console. You spread your legs slowly, heat singing your skin from his gaze. “Keep it just like that babygirl.” he starts the car, engine revving as he skirts off down the road, his non driving hand inching underneath your panties. He plunges two fingers inside you with ease and your body convulses at how full you feel. Ony’s hands are big, matching the rest of his massive frame. “Fuck.” You whine as your hips chase his fingers. “Damn baby, you dripping all over the fucking seat. Look at my pretty pussy just gushing for me.” Ony’s deep voice rings in your ears, dragging chills down your spine. Your confusion clashes with your euphoria because the only thing running through your head is what the fuck happened to the sweet man I’m dating. This was a different person completely. You can tell in the way his eyes devour you, the way his fingers caress your walls, the way his tongue drags across his lips and he smirks down at you. You try to call his name but only a moan falls from your lips as he hits that spot just right with the tip of his middle finger. “Ony please.” You whine, your back arching further from the seat. “You begging now just wait until we get in this room.” He growls plunging his fingers deeper, knuckles slipping past your opening. Your manicured hands grip the fabric of the seat as you feel your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. Eight months, that’s how long it had been. I mean sure you have toys and you and Ony may or may not have sent some photos back and forth but nothing too explicit. So this was overwhelming you in the best of ways.

Eight fucking months and it took a 12 second video to make Ony snap.

He looks over at you sprawled out on the seat, eyes pinched shut as you ride his fingers. Your chest rising and falling. He can feel how close you are by the way your pussy had a death grip on his fingers. He pulls into a parking lot and cuts the engine turning towards you. He leans over, one hand pressing in the seat by your head and his fingers fuck you faster and harder. “Come on mamas. Release for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel.” He encourages in your ear.  “Onya, I’m cumming.” You scream out, pussy squirting all over his hand. “There she is. Ride that shit out for me baby.” He slows his pace but doesn’t move away until he can feel your body start to come down from your high. Your eyes open slowly as he pulls his hand away from you bringing it up to his mouth. The moan he lets out when he tastes your pussy burns itself into your auditory memory and makes your body quiver. “You taste good, angel.” His voice does it again. It shifts in a way you can’t fully explain. “Ony, baby what’s going on? I don’t understand.” You stammer out, still catching your breath. “Come on.” He ignores your question. Your eyes widen. “Ony, are you listening to me.” His eyes narrow. “I’m trying to be patient with you baby. I really am. But if you not out of this car and walking up those steps by the time I finish talking, I will fuck you on the hood of this fucking truck. And I know you don’t want campus police called because your moans are echoing across campus now do you?” He says as he gets out of the car. Your mind registers it quickly and you are rushing out of the truck and following him to his dorm room. 

Ony had the pleasure of being a student athlete so his “dorm” was more apartment than dorm. It’s own living area and private bedroom, it was plenty spacious. And Ony was going to make sure you touched every inch of it the minute you both stepped inside. There was no time for words. Your back was against the door, legs wrapped around his waist. You don’t get to question him because your words get caught in your throat. Ony’s undoing his pants and the only thing you could focus on was how pretty his dick is. Long, thick, and veiny. It was like something out of a porn video. “Ony..’ your sentence is cut short as one quick movement has his dick kissing your cervical wall. The scream you let out, you are sure it reverberates through the halls. 9 long raw inches fuck you into the mahogany door. You can only ride through it, nails digging into his back. “Fuck baby, wait please.” You grovel as he takes everything you can give him and then some. Shock blends with the perfect amount of ecstasy, your body practically melting in his arms. “Ony what the fuck has gotten into you.” The sentence is broken into pieces, scattered between heavy pants and moans of pleasure. It does nothing to deter him, if anything he drives his dick further inside your walls, forcing your back against the wood door. You are at his mercy in every sense of the word. “You doing all that begging and shit now. This what you wanted right?” His voice pulls a visceral reaction from you, back arching into a C. “That’s exactly what the fuck you asked for. You been feigning for this dick anyway so you might as well take it.” His words stir something up deep inside you as he quite literally stirs your insides. Ony revels in the way your melodic cries fill his ears. Nights he dreamed about finally coming to life. Your pussy squeezing every inch of his dick and it drives him crazy. 

“Ony baby please. I can’t…” you whine. “What I tell you about quitting? We don’t quit do we mamas?” he encourages through strained grunts. Tip pressing deeper until it grazes your cervical wall. “You my superstar ain’t you baby. You not gone quit on daddy, right?” Ony pushes you past your breaking point. You can’t do anything but nod frantically. “Nah, I want to hear you baby. Say you’re my superstar.” Only presses his hips into yours, holding his dick deep inside of you. You tremor, “I’m your superstar.” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes from the pressure. You carve deep crescents in his back but he doesn’t give a fuck. Instead, he tilts your hips just slightly angling his dick to where it hits your g spot. Ony slows his pace and deepens his strokes. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you broken and fucked out underneath him? Maybe but that wouldn't stop the way he fucked you. “

“Fuck, you take daddy’s dick so well. My perfect fucking princess. I'm so proud of you.” He praises as he work you to another orgasm. Your legs tremble as your muscles contract around his dick. The way he slips into you seems effortless, like he is perfectly crafted to fit you. He adjusts his hip height and slowly rolls his pelvis forward, finding that gummy spot deep inside her. “Ony,” you whine “Yeah, I know baby I know. Just give me this last one, ok?” He asks you. All you can do is nod as you feel yourself flood him. “There she is. I love that shit baby.” he says as you feel your eyes fluttering closed. “You can tell your friends thank you for posting that little video.” is all you hear before you fade out of consciousness.

The next morning you stretch out, your body sore as hell. You could hear the shower running as you roll over. You reach out to grab your phone and check your notifications. Your IG was blowing up. Apparently Ony’s stunt in the club went viral. Clips of you being tossed over his shoulder were all over your feed. You tap the photo on your own story to add an update when the video from last night pops up. Your eyes squint, “I know I didn't post this…” But there it was. The video of you showing out last night and in the corner, his tag. You mind puts two and two together and your eyes widen. “These bitches set me up.” You whisper aloud.