Is It Mine? 💌
Pairing: OJ Hayward x Black female reader
Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Angst, fingering, riding, begging, not pulling out 👀
Word count: 2,250
(This imagine was inspired by this song I thought it was very OJ coded)
“My ears are sensitive,Tell me that it's Mine”
Oj has control issues, but not in the way you think. He doesn't control what you wear, such as skimpy outfits, when you're with his sister at bars. Even though he grunts in disapproval cause he secretly thinks about how he would have to beat a man ass if they hit on you. Still, he knows you can handle yourself, so he leaves the thought alone. He doesn't have control over feeling like he can’t lead in the relationship; you guys balance each other out. Oj is more hands-on and handles things quietly and effectively. You are more talkative and bubbly and handle things through words, but you also let Oj protect you because you trust him. So Oj isn’t controlling in that sense. Its when you to are stuck in a problem that's when he can't help himself he wants to control the situation he thinks silently keeping his thought to himself this bites him in the ass leaving him conflicted; he hates it when you don’t talk to him. Especially when you’re upset and you're trying to prove a point. He loves to hear your voice; it sounds like velvet to him. “So you're not gonna talk to me,” he said, his deep country voice was now raspy from not speaking to you all day. You stood in the kitchen putting up the dishes, the silence hung in the air along with the dishes clanking as you pretended you didn’t hear him. You knew what you were doing was wrong at Oj. You did not talk to him and ignored his presence; Your touch made him crave you. It wasn't kind, but you realized it. When you speak, but he doesn't listen. When you're quiet, he hears you loudly and clearly. “You can talk to Oscar, but not to me,” he said, his voice flat, bothered that you talked to Oscar about what’s bothering you, but him. He still refuses to see the point. You roll your eyes, your back is facing him, but you hear his footsteps get nearer. You sigh as you place the last dish in the cabinet. You turn around and look at Oj, you watch as his facial expression changes, his eyes had so much anticipation waiting for you to say your first words. You could tell he was putty in your hands in moments like these.
You brush past him as you walk to the bedroom, pretending to be doing something cause you know you would give in to OJ if you look at him for too long. You grab your clothes from your bed and start to fold them. As you fold the clothes, you feel arms wrapped around your waist. You feel his warmth as
He pulls you into him as you face away from him, your back meets his solid chest. He smells clean, but earthy. He tucks his face into your neck. “Talk to me,” he grumbles, his voice vibrating. Causing you to get lightheaded off of him, “I hate when you don’t talk to me”, he grumbled. “I’m sorry”, he said, removing his face from my neck, his lips right to your ear. You could feel his lips brush up against your skin. “I’m sorry I should’ve talked to you about this.” Hearing those words hit your ears caused a vibration down your body, and chills to arise on your skin. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you said, with your voice holding some tension to it. You could feel OJ's body loosen as he heard your voice in his ears. “I’ve been having those dreams since he died” said OJ “Ever since my dad died, it's been the same dreams, and I wake up at the same time every night. I don’t wanna startle you, so I sometimes sit on the porch or on the couch to clear my head”. You shook your head in amazement. That was one of your problems with OJ. You two have now been dating for a whole year and a half. He still has problems opening up to you after everything you guys have been through, from dealing with his dad's passing away, to coping with the freaky alien looming over the ranch and his town, which he and his sister defeated. He does not know how to open up to you.
“OJ,” you said, “I can’t be here for you if you don’t let me,” you said, his arms tightened around you. I know he said as he placed a kiss on your neck. “Sometimes,” he pauses before he speaks. “ I forget how much of you belongs to me and how much of me belongs to you.” You start to soften, thinking how could you forget this when your whole world has revolved around him. His bat shit crazy Sister since you met him. “tell me” he said as he placed a kiss on your neck “tell me that your mine” he said “I just need to hear it” he said as his calloused fingers moved on your stomach soothingly in circle. You shook your head no; you were upset with him. “Say it”, he said as his teeth grazed your neck, his hands lowered into the front of your shorts. You wore a tank top and shorts, and your curls, usually free, are pulled back in a low bun. “Oj please,” you let out a beg, knowing that he was going to win this battle. Your legs are already feeling weak. “My ears are sensitive say it” he said his voice deep as he started to rub your clit slowly. “Ahh”, you gasped, your body reacting immediately.
No matter how mad you were at him, your body always gave in easily. You shook your head no again, brain fuzzy, you knew in your heart you were too deep to be anybody else’s. Before you knew it, he had you in front of the mirror. “Say it” he said grunting his voice rugged, his muscles flexed as the wrapped around you, his dark skin glistening from the sun bouncing on his arms as he rubbed your clit now forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your mouth hung open as you moaned, focusing on the sensation. His big brown eyes look at you, soaking all of you in. “I love you say it” he said again before he started to to kiss your neck and sucking on the skin making it sensitive he held you in place with his one arm while his other hand rubbbed on your wet clit my knees buckling from the feeling. loud moans escaped my mouth as I got lost in the feeling, flinging my head back. I felt my shorts being pulled down, leaving me bare to the mirror. OJ teeth bit down on my neck harder, causing me to yelp. He was driving you crazy, your mind, your body. “Yes, you bit out of yours”, you said, as his fingers entered you, your hands went to grab his arm. As he inserted his two fingers into you, you could hear the wetness. As he entered you, he curved his fingers to hit your spot, causing your hips to buckle. You were losing everything about yourself, coming undone in his arms. “OJ, yes, it’s yours, please,” you said as he sped up his fingers. “Say you love me,” he said, quickly pushing his fingers into you. Your body loved his fingers, but it craved more. “I love you,” you said, feeling the pleasure in your body, dragging out the words on your tongue as he swirls his tongue on your neck, you already know you're gonna have a hickey like no other tmrw. You could feel your legs start to shake. You were coming undone, you could see yourself in the mirror in his arms, you were putty.
Oj knew this feeling he possessed when it came to you; it was instinctual, soft, primal, something he's only ever seen him have for you, and it did something to him. Watching him drill his fingers into you, hearing the sound of your wetness, feeling the room as well as his breath hitting your neck, watching your reflection, your skin becomes flushed. At the same time, your legs shake, you thought no one else could have me like this, no one. “Take your clothes off”, you said, causing Oj to look up with his big brown eyes, which were now lowered. “I can’t stand up anymore”. Oj released you out of his grasp, his fingers left inside of you, needing something more. You turn to watch Oj, who was shirtless, remove his sweatpants and underwear in a hurry. “Sit in the chair”, you said sternly. He took you out of your panties and shorts. All you had left was your tank top as you were going to remove it said “no leave it” on he said, licking his lips as he looked at your nipples that were hard poking through your shirt you giggled “that’s very sadistic of you”. This caused Oj to smirk. Yo u climbed on top of him you grabbed his hard dick causing him to moan to align it as you sit down on it both of you let out Moans and unit and from the satisfaction you enjoy the fullness of him every time, and he enjoyed being wrapped around the tightness of witness of you you slowly began to grind your hips. OJ was looking in the mirror, probably watching your hips and your ass moving on him look at me you said your voice raspy his eyes, leaving the mirror slowly to look at you his head tilted back is it mine you said OJ eyes darkens his hands, went to your hips say it you said, as she began to speed up places in your hand behind the chair, isn’t mine you said, your cunt was now moving up and down on his dick causing him to moan the wetness of you was now pooling around the both of you his hands tightens on your waist yes he said always he grunted as he watch your titties bounce in your frail tank top his eyes looking at your nipples you knew what he was gonna do you snaked you hand in his hair causing him to moan you speed up your rythm going up and down on him all you could hear was the sounds of wetness and skin slapping together his leans he head toward his mouth inches away from your chest you tug his head causing him to grunt and look into his eyes you could tell he was coming undone “tell me you love me you said speeding up” you could feel Oj warmth inside of you throbbing causing him to moan you could see he was coming undone to and you loved it. “I love you”
he said his voice deeper then ever he said as he went to go lick you nipples through your tank top cause you to gasp from pleasure oh this man is sick you thought he wants me so bad his tounge teases your nipple covered by your shirt you could feel the wetness form on the tank top he grabs your bobs as you kept bouncing. Going back and forth between your nipples, his teeth grazed your nipples, the feeling causing you to gasp as it shot right to you. You kept bouncing, getting lost in the sense of euphoria as he licked and massaged your chest. Your eyes closed, feeling yourself beginning to arrive. Your eyes snapped open to the sound of ripped fabric. You looked down to see that OJ had ripped your tank top. “OJ,” you gasped as his lips were now grazing your nipples freely. Your tank top was now shredded around your hips. OJ wrapped his arms around your waist. “I love you,” he moaned on your nipples, causing you to gasp. As he tightens his hold, his pace speeds up as he pushes his hips up into you, causing you to gasp. “OJ”, you moan again, your chest bouncing as you throw your head back as he snaps his hips more aggressively. You can fill your core tighten. You could fill the throbbing side of you as you clenched around him. You are so close, your bones get your mouth effortlessly thrown back.
“OJ, OJ”, you repeat it. You can feel yourself blowing up your leg, where you are now shaking as you cross your toes. You gasped in shock, your body moving as your hips were now slapping together. He was grunting in agreement. You found yourself starting to release all over him as your wetness dripped from in between your thighs, now on his legs, he wouldn’t deeply on your chest, holding your body completely still as he came as well. You can feel his warmth entering inside of you as he released his his body becoming stiff as he place soft kisses on your stomach, he arms locked around your waist holding you closely as both of you came down from that high you just had as you look down he was still inside you but you could see the dripping from inside you. Your body is now relaxed, and your voice is tired. “Where are you gonna need to get a plan B?” Oj chuckled as he helped you off him; your legs were jelly as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up.
