"CLOUDED" (5)
P/S: Ony's sister is one of the best cooks he knows so obviously he has to sample every meal. but what happens when he eats something he isn't supposed to? What happens when that one little thing sends him on a spiral he wasn't ready for? And what happens when you, his sister's best friend, shows up at their front door looking like sin and sending him on a downward slope that he never expected. Will all his feelings come crashing down or will they overtake you both?
WC: 1.5k
Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader
A/N: I appreciate yall supporting this series so much. Yall have made me want to keep pushing. So here is the long awaited for part 5! We have one more part and then we are all done! So this is heavy SMUT, MIINORS DNI. afab reader, black reader, ony is rough in this one, p in v, you're turned into a twinkie bookie, (wrap it before you tap it) vaginal sex, rough sex, pet names alldat. Enjoy!
pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 6
Your nerves were everywhere.
Body trembling with excitement and a small amount of panic. I can't believe I’m doing this. Worry starts to gnaw at you. Shit this is my best friend's brother… “You overthinking again over there?” his voice slips through your thoughts. You turn to him and every thought of worry in your body vanishes quickly being replaced with a heavy cloud of ecstasy. Ony leans back on your wall, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly as he stares you down. His breathing so heavy you can hear it, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes. The way he is looking at you builds a heavy pit in your lower belly. He is trying to hardest to maintain some level of control and not devour you right where you stand. “S-so, you want to go upstairs or?” your voice was shaky in a way it's never been before. And it curls around his spine in pure lust. Ony’s hands are on you before he registers it. Your legs around his waist, back pressed against the wall. He leans forward and inhales heavily, a growl spilling from his lips as he takes you in. Fuck, he wants to taint you. The drugs in his system skewed his thoughts, pulling that darkness from deep within him but he held back. You sat there in his arms as he holds you close, breaths inhaling and exhaling in tandem. “O-ony. Talk to me.” His head lifts and a choked puff of air leaves your chest. Pupils blown out, eyes glossed over and lids low. His heart races a mile a minute. “You…you are good.” he speaks. Your brow furrow as you attempt to understand his words under the rough baritone of his voice. “I’m good?” He nods once, a quick one. “W-what does that mean? I-..” Another inhale and his irises roll back. Sweat drips from his forehead. “You are…good.” He starts again. “More than good. You are composed and put together. You’re the picture perfect example of calm and collected.” he begins to ramble on. It was eerie in a way but also enticing, drawing you closer to him. “I..” you open your mouth to interject but he cut her off.
“And I want to break you.” he whispers.
“I want to break your composure. I want to see it crumble underneath my fingers, my tongue. I want to completely rip you of your innocence and fuck every good thing out of your body. I want to disintegrate every innocent thought in your mind until your brain is filled with nothing but me. I want to watch the good drain from your eyes as I fuck your virtue and leave you corrupted and covered in me.” His thoughts spill from the dark corner he’s pushed them into for years, pouring from his lips like tainted wine. You are sure your eyes match his but he doesn’t meet your gaze. Not yet. Instead he speaks the filthiest poetry, serenading you with every sinful syllable. Once he falls silent, he works up the courage to take a peek at you. Fearing his words may have caused that look he loves to much to disappear from your features. But the minute he sees you, a fractured his lips. You are practically melting in his arms, words heating you from the inside out. “Fuck mamas, don't look at me like that please. Don’t give me what I’m asking for.” he wants to berate you. He wants to save you from this. From him. He fails to lace his words with the urgency, the warning of danger. Your mouth opens and shuts again, you both staring at one another. Tongue tied for different reasons but with the same ending goal in mind.
“I… I want you to.”
Your voice so quiet, Ony assumes he is hallucinating. “What?” it comes out scratchy, wanting. “I want you to.” you breathe through the sentence. Your voice more confident than before. “I want you to do those things to me.” The world around Ony seems to shatter. That's the only way he can explain his next actions. Because in his ideal reality, he would’ve said no, that you both needed more time. You needed to take it slow. He would have more self control and not give in at your simple command. But in this reality.
He loses his fucking shit.
That's the only way to explain the way his heavy hand grips the base of your neck. The coolness of his fingertips pressing into your skin. That's the only way he can explain the way he presses your back against the wall for support as his other hand lifts your dress, lace ripping from your skin and drifting to the floor.
In this warped twisted reality, he doesn't waste time before aligning his tip with your lips, already soaked with your arousal. This sadistic alternate reality is the reason that Ony sheaths himself so deep in your pussy, he feels his tip kissing your cervical wall. You cling to him, nails clawing into his skin as he bottoms out inside of you. “Ony, oh..” is all the strength you have, broken sentences and loud whimpers as you take in the full length of him. Your body tenses slightly before you fall into his hands like putty. One hand moves to press against the wall and the other cupping your ass. His eyes roll to the back of his head at just how angelic you sound. He’s waited so fucking long for this moment. He pulls out until nothing but the head of his dick is left inside of you before slamming back into your pussy. Your moans satisfying the abhorrent ecstacy flowing through his blood stream. “Shit, I’m so sorry baby girl. I'm so fucking sorry.” The lies fall from his lips effortlessly as his hips slam into yours, back jutting against the wall behind you. Your legs lock around his back, hooking at the ankles as you hold on for dear life as he punishes you and praises you all at the same time.
“F-fuck.” his words are followed by animalistic grunts as his dick stretches you out. It's your fault he thinks to himself. It's the sounds of your whimpers caressing his eardrums that are making him like this. It has to be. Your moans are a sirens song luring him deeper than he’s already descended but it don't stop him. Instead he allows himself to spiral further. His strokes increase in speed as his dick kisses the deepest parts of your body. “Why you doing this to me baby, Hmm?” He’s spewing nonsense. “You knew this pussy was this fucking good and you lured me in.” he whines, inch after inch punishing your walls. Tears of ecstasy drip down your cheeks as you allow him to use you. Your body moving at his every command. Hand gripping your ass, the other comes down to spread you further apart. Through it all he speaks to you both. “You see what you did. Hmm baby? You make me fuck you like this.” He is so sure of it. It has to be you, the way you make him go fucking weak in the knees. It causes him to huff in frustration. “Ony, please. I can’t… it's too much.” you whine but his head snaps to yours. “Oh no princess, you’re my strong girl. You can take this, can't you?” his voice is low, soothing you but at the same time coated with a hint of insanity that makes goosebumps rise on your arms. “Tell me baby. Tell me you can take it.” he commands and you have no desire to deny him. “I can take it.” your voice is raspy from the screams you’ve released. “Say it again for me beautiful.” You repeat the same sentiment. “Yeah, see I knew it. I knew you could. Now show me how good you look when you unravel for me.” You’re not sure if it was the words or that repetitive motion of his hips pressing against your pelvis but you do exactly that. Waves of pleasure crash through your body soaking you both. Ony chuckles, “My perfect fucking canvas. Can I paint you baby?” You can’t speak, only nodding rapidly, still riding the wave of your release. Your insides warm up as Ony whimpers, cum filling you so much it spills out the sides but he keeps fucking you. Broken apologies filling the air.
It was so much and just enough at the same time. When you both finally come down from your high, reality begins to set in. He won’t let you down, instead keeps himself sheathed inside as he carries you to your bedroom. You allow him, arms wrapped around his neck. He carries you in and gently lays you on the bed, never leaving your presence. “So I know I fucked you just now but…” he says after a moment, looking into your eyes.
“Can I make love to you this time?”