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: 2.3k
Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader
A/N: YOU NEEEDD TO READ THE OTHER PARTS TO UNDERSTAND. These ain't stand alones baby lol. here yall go, part 4! We got plenty of teasing for sure but Ony starts getting a little out of pocket so as always MINORS DNI of course the aphrodisiacs, afab reader, black reader, n words used so be warned. lots of tension building and suggestive behavior. Ony is slowly losing his shit lol
pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 5, pt 6
Your heart was beating out of your chest.
You try your best to remain calm despite the stares and snickers that were happening around you after that encounter between you and Ony in the doorway. What the hell is even going on today. Your mind was clouded with confusion and lust, a deadly combination and nowhere near appropriate for a backyard family BBQ. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, trying to think over the conversations from both Ony and Ocean and then it comes back to you. Why the hell did they keep bringing up food?! You are so caught up in your own head that you don’t register when your best friend walks up on you. “So you wanna tell me what that was about?” her teasing voice cuts through the chatter in your mind. You snap your neck to turn to her, eyes narrowing. “What did you do?” She gives you a tight lipped smile, wincing just a little bit before grabbing your wrist. “Come on. We are going to need to be away from people when you hear this.” she doesn't give you time to ask why as she leads you into a quiet corner in the back yard.
“You what?!”
Your mouth drops open, eyes wide and chest heaving as Ocean finally finishes recounting the day. There is no way you heard her right. Absolutely not. “So let me get this straight…” you start. “You mean to tell me you gave your baby brother sex drugs??” the end of your sentence fading into a whisper. “First of all that’s a whole grown man.” she rolls her neck. “And second, I didn't give him anything. His big headed ass didn't listen when I told him not to eat the one with the red top.” She explains, heavily emphasizing the not. Your nostrils flare as you take a deep breath. “We aren’t going to even get into why you were making this for your ex in the first place. Don’t give me that face I know that's who it was for but that's a convo for an entirely different day. ” She pokes out her bottom lip at me and crosses her arms. “Uh uh, I’m not your man. You not getting your way pouting at me. We need to address the bigger problem at hand.” you groan. “Your brother ate your freak nasty food and now he is after me.” your hands point to your own chest in frustration. “Girl, when is he not after you!” she tosses her own hand in the air. “Everybody and they mama know my brother is obsessed with you. And as your best friend, I’m well aware that you hold yourself back from talking to him because you care about our relationship. Shit, it took some damn aphrodisiacs for him to finally express the feelings I have to suffer hearing everyday.” Her eyes roll again in agitation.
You blow a heavy breath out and take a look around the yard. Why the hell did you do that? It must be your luck that as your eyes scan the ground they land on the man who has you caught up in this situation to begin with. Time stand stills as your gazes lock onto one another. He leans against the side paneling of the family home, a drink in his hand, cousins and uncles surrounding him. But as they converse, the only thing on his mind is you. You could tell in the way he eyes undress you from across the yard, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You feel it deep within your core, the way he craves you. You’re not sure how but you know it's there. Whatever trance that the aphrodisiacs put him in radiates through every action he takes. Your body wants to move to him but you shake your head. Bitch, you aren’t the one with drugs in your system. Pull it together.
“O, I’m not gone make it out of here.” You say softly. She turns her head to where her brother is standing and watches him watching you. “Respectfully bestie.” she says putting a hand on your shoulder. “Knowing my baby brother, you definitely won’t. Juts do me a favor.” she asks. You turn to her, head tilted slightly. “At least let me leave before he snatches you up. I’d rather not be scarred for the rest of my life.” she giggles. You swat at her for teasing you but she manages to dodge and skirts off into the crowd. You look back over to where he was standing before but he is nowhere to be found. It offers you relief but also creates a tightness in your chest. Okay, Y/N shake this shit off. You center yourself once more and try to mingle in the crowd.
Things seem to simmer down after a few moments. The air becomes a bit more breathable as you move your way through the family. The sun has went down a bit and the music is louder. Food still cooking and drinks flowing, everything seems normal. But inside your were on fire. You only catch glimpses of him but his eyes. His eyes follow your every move. They tease you in the way only he knows how. You hold yourself together as best as you can but it doesn’t work when he is intentionally inserting himself in every space you occupy.
Honestly, you wish he starts avoiding you again so you can find a moment to catch your breath but you aren’t that lucky. You stand near the cooler in the corner to catch your breath when you feel a presence sneak up behind you, a warm hand wrapping around your body to the front of your lower belly. “You good mamas?” that deep voice rings in your ear, warm breath fanning your skin. He stands behind you, not too close but definitely close enough. His body heat singes your skin. You clever your throat and turn to face him, smoothly stepping out of his loose grasp. “Yes Ony, I’m fine.” you attempt to sound cool but your voice is wavering. “You sure? You look a little heated?” the tease is there intertwining with the ask. “Well that’s what happens when you’re outside in the sun with three grills running.” You snip, taking another gulp from your cup.
He chuckles and leans closer, that voice whispering low in your ear. “Nah, that's nerves. That’s what happens when your best friend’s brother almost fucked you in his mama kitchen.” The plastic cup slips from your hand before you can register it happening, liquid sloshing onto the grass as your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering. Ony laughs aloud as he reaches down and picks it up, relishing in the awe struck look on your face. His teasing did something inside of you and you feel the wetness in your panties as your mind paints the images. You pray no one was in ear shot of the conversation you all were having. “Ony!” you whisper in frustration smacking him in the chest. “That is not what happened and you know it.” you whisper-yell at him, stepping closer to keep your conversation between the two of you. “It didn't. But had it been a second longer,” he says eyes trailing your body. “It would have.” His voice seeps into the deepest crevices of your body, making tingles erupt under your skin. I need to get the fuck away from here you think to yourself as you turn on your heels and move in the opposite direction. Ony smiles to himself walking behind you and grabbing you by the arm, pulling you back into his space.
Ony is a patient and collected man for the most part. But as the night goes on, the worse his symptoms become. It's like it seeps deeper into his blood stream. He feels fidgety, his normal reserves dying down as time goes on. Whispered remarks become louder and glances become full on lingering stares. Ony’s body feels like it's not his own. And truly it's not at the moment. It's yours. The way that he yearns for you to be near him. The way one touch from you makes goosebumps raise on his arms. Your voice, your laugh. You control every aspect of him and there is nothing he can do about it. He just wants to be around you, close to you.
In you.
The thought comes to his mind before he can stop it and it makes his knees feel weak. The idea of being in you. Burying his dick deep inside your walls, feeling you clench around him, cream dripping from your lips as he tongue swirls around your mouth. Fuck… He’s spiraling. The evening doesn't wind down but the vibes change. Calm, more rhythmic music replaces the bass from earlier. He finds you again, tucked in the corner. “Dance with me.” He states, not asking. A small oop leaves his aunt’s lips as they snicker as your shocked expression. “Boy, what are you doing?” your voice tries to tell him no but your feet move with him towards the open space in the yard. He leads your right into the center for everyone to see. His hand releases your wrist and wrap around your waist, pulling your bodies close. “Ony..” you start but the look in his eyes silences you. Instead your arms raise up and fall softly on his shoulders. Your bodies sway gently to the music, the silence coated with a heavy tension that has been building the entire day. “So,” you start slow. “You calmed down now?” He smirks at you, hands dropping low on your back and pulling your body flush to his. He dips his head down to your ear, “Hell no.” His head dips into your neck as he takes a deep inhale. “Damn you smell good.” Your body stiffens as you feel his lips press a gentle kiss against your neck. Your fingers dig into his shoulders but he wraps his arms tighter around you.
“Ony..you’re going to cause a scene.” You try to fight how good he feels, how warm he is but it's weak. A sudden flash of self-awareness hits you, and you step back a little, not quite sure how to process whats happening. Everything is so…strange. His family is all around you but all you could see is him. It's feels like it should be wrong but nothing has ever felt more right and that alone has your mind spinning. But Ony’s hand is quick to find your waist again, pulling you gently back toward him and out of the spiral your mind is attempting to go down again. He looks you in the eyes, hand lifting your chin. “I wouldn't have to if you let me have my way with you. Why you keep running from me?”
“I-I’m not running.” You pout. “No? Ok then. Kiss me.” he states flatly. Your eyes widen, head snapping left and right to see if there are any eyes on you (trust me they hear it too but they pretend not to). “Okay, you got to chill. Yo can’t just say stuff like that out in the open.” His shoulders shrug. “Then admit you are running from me.” You frown, your arms coming down and crossing over your chest. “I don’t run.” you say matter of factly. His brow lifts and a smile spreads across his face. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You feel a rush of heat at his words as your mouth drops open. “Onya..” The minute the nickname leaves your mouth a chill races down his spine making him grit his teeth. Before you register, your body is pressed against his. Those hands again dipping to your lower back and squeezing firmly. “You know what that does to me.” he growls. “I’m trying my best here baby. But you making it hard and I can only let you run for so long.” He nuzzles his face back into your neck, voice soft and whispering. Your heart pounds in your chest, lids fluttering at the close proximity. The music seems to have faded but you can only focus on him. “I told you…” you say gently. “I’m not running Onya.” He stops moving, eyes glossing over, fingers digging into your back. “W-what?” He has to be sure. He needs to be sure he heard what you said. “You heard me.” He steps back and looks at you. Really looks at you. And the way your eyes look back it him makes something in his mind crack. He smiles, tongue swiping across his lips as he grabs your hand and begins to lead you away from the yard.
Oceans mouth drops open as she comes out to see her brother with you in tow. She shuffles over to her aunties, “What did I miss? I went in th house for a few minutes?!” she asks as she drops down in one of the lawn chairs. “Your little brother nuts finally dropped.” one of the cousins says with a laugh, following a run as his mama swats at his arm. Ocean looks back over at you both and her lip pokes out. “Dang man.” she whines. “He ain't gone ever give her back.” Conversations about the two of you continue but you’re both caught up in each other. Ony leads you out the gate and to your car. “Where we going?” your brows pull together. Ony presses you against his car forcing you to meet his gaze. “With what I’m about to do with you. I don't need anybody to hear it but me.” Your panties are already wet and the way his voice is crawling all over you isn't helping. “And what exactly are you planning to do with me?” you ask breathless. He leans forward bruising his lips against yours softly.
“I wish you would finish that sentence.” His deep voice spoke softly in your ear coercing a shiver from you. You hadn’t even noticed the 6 foot man sneak his way up behind you until it was too late, too buzzed from the bottomless mimosas you’d been downing all afternoon.
You turn around to face him eyes leveled with his chest before shifting your eyes up to meet his. His tongue darts out and swipes across his full lips before speaking. “Now you ain’t got what?” He asks raising a brow at you.
“I-…” words refused to leave your throat at the intensity of his gaze. “Oh girl you’re in trouble.” Your best friend giggles behind you. A pout forms at your lips, arms folding over your chest.
“Ony, it’s just a song.” You roll your eyes at him. “Oh word? Finish the sentence then.” He dares, his gaze locked on yours. You stare up at him silently before letting out a huff. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Glo gone get you messed up playing with me.”
"Gojo you idiot. She's flirting with you." Shoko groans aloud. "What? No. S-she..I just tutor her thats all." he shakes his head in denial, long middle finger pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "How can you not see it?" It wasn't true. His friends were just teasing him like they always do when it comes to girls. There was no way that you would every flirt with him. I mean the only reason you talk to him is for your grade.
"Hey guys. Gojo?" your voice cuts through the mess. His head whips up faster than he would care to admit, glasses shifting a bit. "I went over the assignment but I was thinking you could come over tonight for a little..one on one private session. Just you and me?" you whisper, your lips inches away from his. Minty breath and sweet perfume making him want to melt in his seat. he swallows heavily. "Y-yes. I mean, sure. That..that works." he stumbles, ears beet red and face flustered. You give him a sultry smile, "Thank you doll baby. I'll see you tonight." your fingers grazes underneath his chin before you walk away. He waits until you leave to release the breath he had been holding. His friends stare at him, mouth agape. "Oh my god.... my best friend is hopeless." Suguru groans aloud plopping back into his chair as Shoko smacks her palm against her head.
Idk nerd gojo got stuck in my brain and now he won't leave. I can just imagine him coming over and automatically getting hard when he sees you. He has to use your bathroom to try and talk his dick down lmao. anyway yall peep my bride of chucky reference? halloweeeeeen is coming!
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.
"pro athlete character who gets featured on a tiktok for the team where the social media manager asks to see what’s in the players’ lockers. he opens up his and everyone is shocked to see stick figure drawings from y’alls kids & printed out selfies of him, you, and your kids. the domestic display is so different from his in-game personality that it almost feels like a prank, but when questioned further, he just tells the viewers, “my locker is full of reminders for who im playing and winning for."
I saw this and the story automatically popped into my head I hope you dont mind!
PAIRING: footballplayer!ony x reader.
A/N: So much fluff it will make your teeth rot! Sweet sweet Ony! This one came to my head to fast! I hope yall like it!
Being the social media manager of a football team kept you on your toes. You were used to all the antics: trash talking, flexing, the hype. It was like second nature for these guys. Your goal has always been simple, keep the fun and relatability. With this new trend, you were sure that this was going to be the perfect opportunity to showcase some of star players.
Especially Ony.
Onyankapon AKA Ony AKA The Beast always carried a different level of mystery. Literally known as “The Beast” to his opponents. Ony was a quiet storm. Through all the post-game interviews, fan interactions, and behind the scene content, Ony normally kept to himself. He was reserved, leaning more in the background instead of the spotlight. The way he saw it, the field was his stage. Ony was the ghost outside of his highlights and the people wanted more.
“Where is Ony?”
“Why is Ony never apart of the videos?”
“We need Ony on the screen!”
Week after week, the fans were restless. They wanted to see the beast outside of his natural habitat. And today was the day, little did you know, that it was going to happen. And not only that but it was going to break the internet in a way you never knew possible.
You had pitched the idea for this part of the series a few months ago. The “Get to know us” playlist you had created on the team page had gained a lot of traction and the next video up was the “What’s In Your Locker?” trend. A TikTok video where the players give their fans a peek into their personal lockers to get a glimpse at their personality and lifestyle outside of the field. “It's not going to be anything too crazy. Just the basic snacks, routines, lucky charms, etc.” you explained in the meeting.
It was going to be a piece of cake.
Little did you know what Ony had in store for you and for the fans.
You walked into the locker room, camera crew right behind you. They had the lighting set up and ready to go for the series. The team had finished another practice and they were doing their daily shenanigans, joking and messing around. “Okay boys! Cameras are about to start rolling!” you call out, giving them time to settle down before the red button popped up, indicating you were rolling. You grabbed the mic and started your rounds. This series would be a little bit different since it was live so everything had to flow well.
You start off slow walking over to Reiner, his southern slang and calm demeanor always setting a good tone for the videos. Chats start rolling in of women cooing over him. “Okay big Rei, my sweet guy. What’s in your locker?” you start. “Hey there darling.” He greets you. Hearts fill up the chat. He opens his locker door. Everything is neat and organized. Clothes folded and tucked away. There was a small Texas magnet in the door holding a picture up of a young Reiner and his “nana” as he called her. Clean cut and to the point just like he was, “Sorry it's not all fancy. I’m a simple man sweetheart with simple taste.” his southern drawl croons out.
Comments erupt in the chat
“Raw. Next Question”
“Can he be anymore perfect?”
“Ain't nothing like a good ole southern man.”
“Thank you Rei.” you give him a smile and move to the next one. Your next player was Connie. He smiled big at you, legs bouncing with excitement as you approach. “Oh Lord here we go.” you giggle. “Connie Springer, do I want to know what’s in your locker today?” you ask him as you approach. “Come ooon, don't do me like that mamacita. I got some good stuff in here.” He bounces over to the door and swings the door open. If Reiner was all things order, Connie was everything chaos.
His locker was packed to the brim, clothes stuffed into the corners. “And you wonder why you can never find anything for practice.” Jean said from across the room. Laughs echo across the locker room as Connie smacks his lips. “Whatever man. Your locker sucks. Mamacita, mira.” he turns your attention back to him. His locker door held chains with different charms, one holding the number 13. A horseshoe hung on the other side. “Y estas aquí son mis milagros. My charms from mi abuela y my tio. Son las cosas más importantes para mí.” he explained showing each charm to the camera. Again comments roll in.
“I don't know what he said but yes.”
“Can I have him please?”
“BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWD!”
“Thank you C Springz. That's beautiful.” you say to him. You continue through several other players who give you different glimpses of themselves. Eren showing you his collection of skull jewelry to Armin sharing his favorite reads. You were just about to wrap up when your eyes landed on Ony. He leaned back against the bench watching you work the room. Your heartbeat thrummed in your chest as you did you best to keep your composure. His massive frame stretched out, relaxing and a small glint in his eyes. You took an unsteady step closer to him. “You can come over here. I won't bite.” his deep voice rang in your ears.
“What I wouldn't give to be her right now!”
“OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO DO A VIDEO!?”
“I’m so glad I didn’t scroll.”
“God, it's me again.”
Comments scroll so fast it was hard to keep up with them. “Whoa, look who’s being a team player today.” Connie lets out. Other players try not to be so obvious with their shock but they mask it poorly. “Okay. Looks like we get a special treat today. The Beast himself is coming out of hiding.” you say softly. A small smirk curves at the corner of his lips. “Care to share what you’re hiding in there?” you ask nodding your head towards his locker. “Bet.” he says, standing and walking to his locker door, effortlessly drawing attention to himself.
The door of his locker opens with a clank and squeaks open and the room was silent.
The camera zooms in and widened eyes fill the room, no one expecting what they were seeing. Bright wonky stick figures drawn on white printer paper with old crayons littered the door. Scribbled names of “me and daddy” and “our family” written on the bottoms of each little masterpiece. Handmade “#teamony” craft magnets holding them together.
“OMG ARE THOSE KID DRAWINGS?!”
“DOES HE HAVE CHILDREN?!”
“ONY WHY YOU CHEATING ON ME?”
Comments blur the screen at rapid speed. But when the camera zooms in closer, there is an eruption of energy underneath your skin. Because right underneath the lens of the live footage, pictures of his most kept secret were revealed. Images of him with a little boy holding a tiny football, selfies with a brown skin girl with slick back puffs, and then there they were. Pictures of Ony with his arms wrapped around none other than…you.
Printed selfies of you and him decorated the door. Selfies of you from date nights to casual Sundays at home during the offseason. Your face was plastered all over his locker room door. Beautifully captured domestic life shots of you, your kids, and your husband were being revealed across social media. Your cheeks heat up and skin tingled at the moment. The view count tripling.
The locker rooms was dead silent.
The revelation was jaw dropping. The sweet energetic social media manager they’ve grown to love and their number one player they respected and adored. Together? “W-wait…so y’all are…” Connie tries to find the words but for once was rendered speechless. “This.” Ony speaks up. “Is my motivation. These people right here. My kids Ocean and Oryan, and my beautiful wife Y/N. That's who I’m playing for.” His eyes find yours. “Every Sunday, I put my all on the field but my heart is forever theirs.” Your chest rises and falls and you have to will the tears away. The man they knew as the beast, a tough no nonsense type of player revealing a piece of him he held so dear to his heart.
“So this is not like…a prank or anything? This is real life. Y/N is your wife?” Eren speaks out, trying to wrap his mind around the truth. Ony’s gaze stays locked on yours, pride and admiration sparkle in his irises. “Nope. This is who I play for. Who I win for.” he emphasizes walking closer to you. You try to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay as he nears. His teammates look at you both in awe, a blanket of tension building between the two of you on camera. The views continued to sky rocket, reaching the highest the social media team has ever seen but the only thing you were focused on was your husband. The man formerly known as the beast, a feared titan amongst men, was no beast at all. He was a father, a partner, a simple being behind all the physical prowess.
“Damn O, you been hiding a whole family from us. That’s crazy.” Jean called out. The live content that was mean to be used for snippets later slowly shifted from a what’s in my locker to all things Ony and the followers were eating it up. Comments ablaze with questions about this newfound discovery.
“How long she been with my man?”
“How old are the babies?”
“Chat, is this real?”
“So, what’s up? How long has this been going on?” Eren asked. “Yeah, and have we met your kids? CAN WE MEET YOUR KIDS?” Connie jumps up and walks closer. Ony chuckles to himself. “If that's okay with wifey,” he says walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “Then y’all came meet them after the next game.” He looks down in your eyes. “That fine with you beautiful?” he asks softly. “Y-yes. That's okay.” you respond. Gone was the gung ho attitude from before replaced with a bashful softness only your husband normally sees.
His teammates stood there taking in the moment. Seeing a new side of Ony was something they weren’t expecting but in their hearts, they felt a shift. The leader of the team whose tough exterior stepped in the room before he did was revealing a deeper side of him resonating not only with his teammates but with every follower that was on the live.
THE LIVE!
Your mind was so wrapped up in your man that you didn't even register that you all were still rolling. You quickly turned towards the camera. “Well I hope y’all enjoyed this segment and we will catch you all in the next video.” you start to end it. Comments rushing in to tell you to keep it rolling but you knew that you needed to wrap up and do it quickly. “TEAMNAME Signing off. See yall next week.” Ony finishes it off for you, arm tossed around your shoulder.
As the video finished, you tell the team to cut off the cameras but the energy in the room still buzzed around, still vibrating off your skin. Ony let you go and closed his locker door softly. He tosses his bag over his shoulder and walks back to you, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So…that was unexpected.” you say meeting his gaze. “What can I say? Got to keep things interesting. Don't want you to get bored of me.” he smirks at you. “I could never get bored with you.” you say softly, your lips pressing against his.
Connie walks up behind you clearing his throat. “A-aye Ony man.” he starts. “I just wanted to say eres una inspiración big bro. We all go out and do what we gotta do on the field. But this,” he swipes his hand out gesturing towards you. “This is real shit amigo." “I appreciate lil bro. Forreal.” Ony daps him up and pulls him into a hug. You bite back your smile at the overwhelming love he was receiving. Being a football player’s wife was not easy but things like this made it all worth while.
For the first time in a long time, your husband allowed himself to be truly seen and it made your heart swell with joy. Slowly the room starts to settle down and people begin to head home. You wait for Ony to finish packing his bag so that you could leave together. “Oh shoot my phone.” you say to him. As he waits for you, you rush into your office to get your phone from the desk. The minute you picked it up, your screen was flooded with notifications.
The video had went viral. Shares, comments, and memes overtook your feed. People had found your personal page from the video and were following you. Comments about brand opportunities and business along with outpourings of love filled your inbox. You stood there for a moment to take it all in. Several sports pages showcasing headlines about
“The Real Ony”
“Ony’s Family Revealed”
“Onyankopon and Y/N: The Beauty Behind the Beast.”
That one made a laugh escape your chest. Major sports networks were sharing all about this small encounter. “Hey, you good baby girl? I lost you in here?” Ony’s head peeked around the corner of your office. You slip your phone in your pocket and meet him at the door. “Nope. Right here with you baby.” you say to him.
Later that evening, after tucking your kids into bed, you lay up under your husband and clear out more notifications. “This is going to be a field day trying to get through.” you mumble, mind already working overtime. Blogs wanted inside scoops about everything, your relationship, your kids, etc. Everyone wanted to know the story. “Uh uh. No working in bed.” he says snatching the phone from your hand and putting it on his nightstand. “But…” you start to argue but he pulls you close and kisses the disagreement from your lips. “No buts. We handle it tomorrow. Together.” he reassures you. You cuddle in close to him. “I still can't believe you did that, you know? I thought you were okay with keeping it quiet. What made you change your mind?” You ask laying on his chest.
He was quiet for a moment.
“It was about time I showed everyone my heart.” he shrugs, puling you closer.
And as you lay there, listening to the gentle beating of his heart you settled with one thing. No one. And you mean no one would ever forget this. The day Ony, the beast who played for his family, showed that his heart was as big as his game.
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“Before The Baby” - What was it like before babydaddy!eren was a baby daddy. And the reason he became one in the first place.
"Let Me Help" -P/S: You and Eren decided to co-parent and things have been going well. You managed to keep a good distance and keep your hands to yourself. Until your hormones get the best of you and him being a good baby daddy offers to help solve your problem
"The Aftermath" -P/S: babydaddy!eren never skips the aftercare. Ever
"Its Better This Way" -P/S: baby daddy!eren and reader are having casual conversation like old times but the hidden feeling threaten to surface
"Date Night" -P/S: "So how was the date" You and Eren are tryig to find a new normal between the two of you. You go out on a date for the first time since having your son and things don't pan out the way you expect. Good thing your baby daddy is there to talk to, right?
"Soon As I Get Home" -P/S: Eren reminisces on life with you on the way home from watching your child together.
"She's Not Yours" - P/S: You and Eren arent together. You have every right to sleep with whoever you choose. You're a grown ass woman. But what happens when your baby daddy finds out you used that right...
"Where To Now?" -PS: you and your baby daddy have been distancing themselves from one another. Eren wants to be with you but feels like your heart is in another place…or with another person. He and the boys discover exactly what’s going on as he is babysitting one night…
"INDEFINITELY" -Things with your baby daddy had been going as well as they could. Awkward encounters created unnecessary tension just like before. You seemed fine but Eren was falling apart. You had moved on so why couldnt he? And who is this man you're talking to anyway. Things collide when Eren and your new boo face off and you're left to make a decision that will shake your life forever
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?
Pairing: bestfriendsbrother!onyankopon x reader
A/N: LAST PAAAAAAAARRTTTT!! If you have not read the other parts please go do so before you read this. This is all a continuation! Once again I love yall down bad for the support! This is the last part of the series so I hope y'all enjoyed it! This is honestly just a nice little wrap up to the story so cute and fluffy. afab reader, black reader, Enjoy!
pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5
You body is not your own.
Anyone could see that by the marks and gentle bruises that littered your skin from the aftermath of the night…and morning before. Like always, Ony keeps his words. He took your body through it, your sheets so wet you both had to sleep in the guestroom by the time it was all over. And even still, those sheets now have to be washed as well. Your eyes flutter open slowly as you attempt to stretch the soreness from your muscles. “You finally manage to get up?” a deep voice asks from the doorway. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, shirtless and looking like the perfect slice of sin. You feel your pussy clench around air and the soreness causes you to quickly relax your muscles. “What time is it?” you ask him, voice still raspy from the wake up. “Time for you to get up and get breakfast. I’m taking you out today.” he walks into the room and leans over the bed placing a gentle kiss on your lips. A soft whispered good morning follows behind it.
Your mind is all over the place. “You damn near took me out last night. And this morning. How you expect me to go anywhere today?” you groan. He chuckles to himself. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll carry you if I have to.” he smiles as he speaks, gently pulling you to sit up. “Ony…” you start but your words get caught. This isn’t the drugs anymore. This is reality. You fucked your best friend’s brother…repeatedly. And now you are what? Ony’s hand comes down and lifts your chin. “Get out of your head.” he speaks softly. “Let me make this clear. I make have take a few enhancers but I wanted every minute of it and I still do with you. You mine. End of discussion. Understand?” he reassures you like only he knows how and it makes you smile. Instantly the weight is lifted from your shoulders. “There’s my girl. Now like I said, get dressed. I’m making you breakfast.” That is his departing command and you quickly follow it. Moving as fast as your aching body will allow, you shower and throw on another soft dress and some flats before making your way down the stairs. A plate is sitting on the table for you and you indulge in it. “We got to stop by the house so I can get some clothes. You cool with that?” he asks, pulling his shirt over his head. Your body heats up at the reality of your situation. I mean you would’ve had to face them eventually. “Yeah, that's fine.” After a quick clean up, you hop into his car and head back to his family home. There were still cars parked around the yard, most of the family having stayed overnight to share breakfast in the morning. Ony gets out and walks around to the passenger side, opening the car door. You take his hand and you both slowly make your way up the front steps. Your best friend greets you before you even have the chance to open the door. Her eyes scan you both travelling from your face to your intertwined fingers and back up before she finally speaks.
“Oh girl he fucked you up.” Ocean says, face curled up at you. Your mouth falls open at her loud teasing and you can’t help but laugh. She pulls you into a hug and tugs your hand. “Unhand her. Witcho nasty ass. I need my best friend back.” she curls her lip at Ony. He laughs loudly. “You can have her for now. But all that…” he says looking you up and down. “That's all me.” He departs with a kiss on your forehead and a smile. “Y’all so cute it makes me sick. Come on.” she says as she pulls you towards her bedroom. “So…y’all official now?” she asks as you plop down on her bed. “Yeah, I guess we are. You okay with that?” you ask, hesitation inn your voice. “Y/N, baby yes. I told you before. You’re my best friend and I know how much you care for my brother.” she walks over to the bed. “Now, I will never be in the mood to hear about your sexual escapades because fucking ew. But nothing between us changes.” you give her a soft smile and it's your turn to embrace. “Plus, that means we are just one step closer to being actual sisters.” You both sit and chat for a bit more before a knock is at her door, Ony popping his head in. “You ready mamas?” he asks softly. You nod and walk to him. Ony’s heart still racing every time you’re near. “We will see you later sis.” he calls to Ocean. “You better bring my best friend back in one piece this time! Got my baby out here bruised and battered. You better be glad mama ain’t see all that.” she fusses at her brother. “No promises” he says throwing his arm around your shoulder as he leads you out the door.
