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.