CLOSE ft onyankopon
synopsis - you and your best 'friend' stop speaking due to issues in your relationship...but you're single now, so? or you and ony reminisce about what could've been. warnings - nsfw mdni!! modern au, slightly toxic relationships, reiner hurts reader, reference to reiners mental issues, reiner is queer and had a boyfriend, nicknames,use of aave, use of marijuan + alcohol, hurt +comfort, reference to slight cheating, mention of physical altercations, dirty talk, fingering, slight degradation, praise, spanking, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), dom! ony, sub!reader, reader is black and a female! parings - onyankopon x black! fem reader A/N - This fic is slightly inspired by the song sneaky link by stalk ashley. Hope you enjoy 😊
one shot, two shot, four! the liquor in your cup spills on the white sand as you sway from side to side with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being drunk. being gone. it's been so long since you allowed yourself to let go, and from the events that took place in the past three months it was much needed. your toes curl into the sand below your barefoot, loose curls fluttering around your head as you tilt it to the side. you felt so euphoric, but it was most likely the alcohol and weed kicking in. a small smile spread across your face as you drag your free hand up your thighs, back arching to give a slow whine to the rhythm of the song that played.
"head just a spin, liquor spill to the floor!" it was sudden when a warm presence suddenly found it's way to your rear end, crotch meeting your ass. a gasp falls from your lips before you quickly spin around to confront the person who decided to invade your personal space. all the breath inside of you is stolen as you make eye contact with the dark skinned man, his eyes searing into your skin and making your body suddenly grow warm. What nelly said? it's gettin hot in here. standing over you in his whole 6'4 glory, onyankopon jackson glares down at you with furrowed brows and an amused smile. your eyes drop to his bare chest gently tracing over the tattoo that rests above his collar bone that reads 'faith' paired with a gold ankh chain. your body's reaction to his presence is astonishing, thick thighs clenching under the material of your shorts, your skin suddenly tingling under the heavy assessment of his eyes and the hairs on your body standing at attention. it's as if your body recognizes his presence—which it does, even when you first met, you were immediately drawn to him. weird. eye contact has always been something you valued, something that ony knows as he continues to peer down at you with his deep bourbon colored eyes. was it possible to get drunk off of eye-contact? as if he knows what he's doing the god-sent man quirks a thick eyebrow at you, flashing you a small smile and allowing you to glimpse at his pearly white teeth, sharp canines slightly teasing you. begging you to run your finger along it's sharp edges. why did everything about him have to be so perfect? "whatchu doing bending all a that ass over in front of these people?" he finally graces you with the deep timbre of his voice, words falling off of his lips like sweet nectar. your eyes immediately drift to his plump lips, handing on to each syllable that leaves his lips as if they could somehow sate your deep desire. suddenly he leans down so his lips are beside your ear, big greedy palms latching unto the naked skin of your waist. "you showin out?" it takes everything in you not to moan at his sultry tone, a shiver racing down your spine and a new wetness pooling in the seat of your bathing suit. ony draws back, smirking at the way your lashes flutter from the effect he has on you. sucking your teeth you fold your arms over your chest, a way to somewhat gain your composure before looking up at the man from beneath your lashes. eyelids dragged down from the effects of mary-jane and brown irises swimming in pink. you're cute trying to act intimidating in this state. "bending what ass—boy please i'm not even doing too much." he hums, amused by your sassy mouth. a hand comes up to toy with the strings of your bikini top that rests between you breast, slightly tugging on them. "mmm, where that demented ass white boy you got?" he means reiner. it's hard not to give a reaction to the nickname that he conjured up from him, but at the same time you don't blame him. reiner is part of the reason why you two stopped speaking, after one too many arguments that revolved around you and ony's closeness. you remembered the day, reiner gripping you too hard and ony seeing the bruise which ended up in a bloody fist fight. after that you had to sit the dark-skinned man down and explain why the friendship wouldn't work out due to the respect you had for your relationship. granted the blond had an abundance of issues but he had every right to feel paranoid about the ‘friendship’ you and ony had. the multiple stolen glances and subtle touches that you two shared when you thought no one was looking, it was enough to drive the man up a wall.
that’s in the past though. you’re broken up now and the man is in therapy—he also has a sweet caring boyfriend.
you hit ony’s in his chest, not moving your hand from the firm muscle after. “that’s ignorant. he has dissociative identity disorder and he’s bipolar, he is not demented.” ony smacks his lips together while rolling his eyes with a nod of his head, not at all interested in a thing that you’re saying.
“mhm, yeah. crazy-ass. where he at?” the look he gives you after he asks that question makes you know that he knows. he knows that you and reiner broke up—but he's trying to be slick. twisting your lips, you give him a look. sleek eyebrows raised and almond eyes narrowing a bit. the smile that he flashes you, all teeth real pretty, only confirms your assumption. he knows. "don't play onyankopon, you want something ask for it." that's one trait he loves about you, you're bluntness. though it makes you have a bit of a smart mouth, he doesn't love you any less. the grip he has on your hips tighten and he begins to sway you to the music, spinning you around so that your back is to his chest. his crotch in line with your ass. your bodies move in sync, a slow whine slowly turning into desperate grinding. he brings his lips to connect to the side of your neck, trailing kisses up until he reaches the skin just below your ear and sucking. you feel yours knees buckle immediately, acrylic nails pressing into the muscular arm that wrapped itself around your middle, trying your best to stifle the moan that threatens to be released. "tryna love on you tonight, you got let me?" your hips don't stop moving. you can feel how hard he is, how his cock strains against the material of his swimwear, begging to be let free. you push your ass against it deliberately, smiling cutely when you hear his retaliating groan. his hands tighten against your hips—forearms bulging in an effort to hold his composure. "cut that shit out before I bend you over right here. m' not playing with you." it's a threat but you're pussy gushes at the thought, ony knows as much when you look at him over your shoulder. eyes all bright and shiny, and your plump glossed lips parted like the idea of that wouldn't bother you. 'shit she tryna kill me.' he shakes his head with a scoff, grabbing unto your arm. before you know it you're collecting your things from your friends and waving them a shy goodbye as ony drags you to his car. they give you knowing looks with a cheeky grin, knowing that you have been waiting for this for a long time. you can feel the adrenaline and arousal rush into your veins with each step you take. it makes you feel a bit shy. you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as much as you want ony. when you both reach ony's black mercedes, you're hesitant to go inside. suddenly becoming aware about the things you're about to do after yearning for him for so long. you shift on your feet as ony opens the back door, quickly scrambling to get inside so you don't seem weird. you're suddenly sobering up when he enters the backseat, sliding in beside you and closing the door before looking at you with half lidded eyes that roam your figure. "you good?" "mmm, nervous." if ony wasn't so close to you he would have missed the words that fell from your lips. he's quick to grab your hips and plop you in his lap, squeezing your sides reassuringly. "don't gotta be nervous, mama. we don't have to do anything." you're immediately shaking your head, grabbing onto his shoulders with a pout. you need this. "I want to on'. you're just a lil intimidating." the dark-skinned man sighs as you rub the nape of his neck. your body grows warm as he uses his thumbs to rub circles into your hip, both your nose rubbing as you lean closer. he doesn't make the first move, waiting for you to take the initiative in case you change your mind. it takes you a second before you lean in, connecting your plump lips to his plush brown ones. the high that you felt before doesn't compare to this. you push all your love and devotion into his mouth, opening up so that his wet muscle can explore. sighing when he sucks on your tongue and tilts your head so he can kiss you deeper. so that he can make you feel his passion. you kiss until you're out of breath, moving away from each other with labored breaths, forehead connecting as one. you shift on his lap so you can get comfortable unconsciously rubbing your pussy against his cock, which grows harder by the minute.
the groan he lets out gets you wetter and wetter, it makes you feel a little concerned. ony swears you want to kill him when you bite your lips and grind against him, your pretty breast jiggling slightly as you continue to move against him making his mouth water. "yeahhh. hump that shit, baby." he guides your hips, lifting up to meet you halfway sending a pleasurable shock throughout your body. as you continue to rock ony kisses you. they trail from the corner of your lips, to the plump of your cheeks, your forehead and finally to your lips. you grip his shoulder tightly as his cock bumps into your clit, letting out a broken cry. "on, want you." he chuckles gruffly. weren't you the one who was nervous a minute a go? "m'right here mama." you shake your head, curls bouncing as you continue to move in his lap, connecting your lips to his. "n-no, ony. I want you, inside." ony sucks in a breath suddenly becoming weak to you. he's quick to set you beside him, kissing your sweet mouth when you cry out a protest. his fingers find the band of your shorts, sliding them down your legs with a heavy breath. he can only describe what greets him as heavenly. your thighs spread, and in between them lays your sweet fat pussy puckered up in the material of your bikini bottom. with his bottom lip tucked into the top row of his teeth he slides the material to the side, licking his lips when he finally sees your pussy. it winks at him invitingly, sticky residue pushing out of it slowly as he runs a finger through it, his eyes meeting yours when you let out a pretty gasp. toes curling from the simple touch. "this what you been keeping from me?" he whispers, fingers moving up and down along your slit. hypnotizing him. "fuck, you this wet just for me?" you let out a little 'mhm' unable to conjure up any sentence. with a quick move ony has your bottoms off, moving in between your legs so he can have more access in the cramped space. he presses a finger into you and you sigh, body slumping against the seat of his car. your hands move to your breast, removing them from the material of your top to toy with your nipples. "put it inside, ony. please I need it." he's quick to comply, sleeping his finger in with ease and moaning at the warm spongy feeling that greets him. your pussy gushes around his finger as he plunges it in and out, another one moving to rub at your little nub. "you so fucking pretty, shitt look at that." he speeds up all while rubbing your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. the sound causes him to rub at the hard-on that strained against his pants, a raspy groan leaving his lips from how pretty you sound. breaking apart from some simple finger fucking. "you get this wet for that crazy-ass white boy?" he mutters, looking up at you as your face twist in pleasure. if you didn't feel so good you would have smacked him for that comment. a hot mouth find its way to your jaw, nipping at it meanly. "hmm? asked you a question baby." you're shaking your head with a gasp, turning your head so you can kiss him while your fingers twirl your now erected nipples. "mm-mm, only for you on'. p-promise-oh!" you choke on your words, trembling slightly as the brown-eyed man adds another finger to your wet cavern. repeatedly plunging in and out, while his thumb rubs against your clit. instantly your back arches off of the seat. ony feels as if he can cum from this alone. watching you break apart on his fingers, grinding desperately as you chase a relief. his brown eyes darken as he watches the way you squirm, your nipples pulsing under the abuse of your fingers. it makes him smile "mhm. shoulda had you like this when you said that dumb shit about distance. hurt my feelings baby. tell me you sorry?" his name falls from your lips in a whine and gasp, trying to make sense of what he was saying as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. it doesn't help when he manages to speed up his motions again, your hands one preoccupied with your breast now latching onto his arm. "s-shit. ony, please!" a squeak leaves your lips as he br
brings a hand down to swat at your sloppy cunt harshly. teary brown eyes meeting his deep brown bourbon coloured ones as you repeatedly nod your head. “what I say?”
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry, baby please!”
you’re body is restless beneath his as you hiccup on moans and grind on his hand. knees knocking against his head as you arch your back the deeper he reaches in your safe heaven, pretty plump lips molding into an ‘o’. it’s beautiful—your beautiful. ony thinks this moment will be stuck in his head forever, how could it not?
a strained breath leaves his lips as he tilts his head down to look at where your leaking all over his fingers. you begin to clench down on them, letting ony know that you’re close. “you there mama, hmm? you so fucking pretty.” his eyes have hearts in them, and his hips twitch against the seat of the car. he needs to be inside you.
“cmon beautiful, know you’re them. lemme see you gush around my fingers.” the heat from his touch burns into you’re skin, almost marking you. you’re desperate to feel it, desperate for him to sink into you and take you.
“I am onya, p-promise you am.” he smiles at that. his beautiful fucked out girl.
it takes one final thrust of his fingers for you to come undone, an addictive moan flying from your lips. broken, beautiful.
you feel as if you could melt into the seat of onyankopon’s car, as if you’re floating away on a cloud of pleasure. your hips lift up into his hand and your nails leave indents in his arm, it’s a wonder they haven’t broken off.
ony moves the curls from your face and leans down to capture your lips in his, breathing you in as he continues to pump his fingers into you. allowing you to ride out your high.
it takes a second for you to recollect yourself, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. you’re suddenly startled when you feel a small tap on your ass, slowly opening your dreary eyes to see ony looming over you.
he’s so beautiful. his forehead shines with sweat as his chocolate eyes meet yours, having you in trance. his gold chain moves with his chest as it heaves and his abs contract with each breath that he takes. “you okay?” your head feels heavy but you nod anyway.
“mhm,” you reach out from him, twisting your fingers into his chain to pull his lips against yours, tapping the back of your foot against his back. “want you to fuck me.” he shivers at that and you smile coyly. blinking up at him through your lashes as he clenches his jaw and exhales through his nose.
with a scoff that sounds dangerously close to a laugh he swats your ass two times which causes you to gasp and giggle. “slow your ass down. this dick ain’t going nowhere but inside you.”
you bite your lip, reaching out your hand to slip it under his swim-shorts until you feel his cock jump against your hands. he says nothing, only watches you through lidded eyes, bucking his hip into your hands.
“you’re so thick, on.”
and he is, you can barely wrap your hands around it. from what you can feel too he’s long, you have to wonder if it doesn’t hurt. will it fit inside you?
your both moving, adjusting your position so it doesn’t feel cramped. ony pulls down his shorts and his dick springs free, slightly twitching when he gives it a pump. you admire it for a second, you're assumptions were right. it is long—but it's pretty. the tip is pink, with angry veins trailing down the pretty brown skin and into a neatly trimmed bush of hair. your mouth salivates at the sight, immediately imagining what he would taste like. before he can catch you quickly avert your eyes, trying your best to hide a smile. he tilts his head against the seat and looks at you. “i don’t have a condom.” suddenly shy from the attention he gives you, look down at your hands in your lap and rub your lips together. “can’t you pull out? i’m clean.”
the man huffs a breath, laughing lowly. he swears that he must be dreaming, there’s no possible way that this could be real. he takes a moment to look at you through narrowed eyes, watching the way your hands twitch as if to reach for him.
“shit…come here.” he reaches for you, smiling prettily at the way your hands eager climb his lap. “ready?” his hands rub your ass comfortingly, deep brown eyes softening as they take you in. you nod reaching for his hand that holds youur waist before you begin to sink down, down. hissing slightly at the stretch.
“fuuuckk.”
pulse racing you look down at the dark-skinned man, his beauty is blinding as his face twitch from the pleasure. your hands latch unto his shoulder to seek some form of solidity before you begin to move, only to be stopped by the firm hand planted on your hip. “gimme a second mama, feel like im bout to nut.” he grumbles, tilting his head back and letting out a deep breath. you giggle at his reaction, watching him smile with his eyes closed and giving you a quick swat to your ass.
“mm, you ain’t gon be laughing when you pop out a baby in nine months.” your giggles cease immediately, and ony lets out a hiss when he feels your cunt clench around him. he opens an eye to look down at you in disbelief. “shit, fucking freak. you like that?” he smirks when you nod your head, leaning down to kiss you at the corner of your lips.
grinding his teeth, ony takes on more deep breath before he shifts his hips, bucking up into you. you’re not given a moment to recover as he holds your hips down and begin fucking up into you. “don’t worry, mama. In due time.” it’s a promise, he’s serious as he seals the deal with a kiss and another thrust of his hips.
your head drops into the junction of his shoulder between his head and neck as you let out siren-like moans and whimpers. you let him know how good your feeling, and claw at his back when he hits a specific spot. “r-right there baby, you feel sooo good.”
his pulse speeds up when you lick his neck, groaning when he feels you beginning to fuck him back, bouncing your body against him. “yeah, making you feel good?”
your tummy clenches with each sharp thrust he delivers, moans never ceasing as he gives you pleasure again and again and again.
“mhm! thank you ony..” you’re babbling now, jerking against him harshly as if you were malfunctioning from all the pleasure you’re receiving. he can’t complain, he isn’t any better with your snug pussy hugging him so tightly.
it was if you were made for him with the way you clamped down on him, allowing him to ravish you the way he pleases. your body is lax in his grip, relaxing under his touch.
he would even go as far as to say it recognizes him.
“fuck, why we wait so long to do this baby? pussy’s immaculate, like you were fucking made for me.” you release a drawn out whine at his words, sucking on his neck while bobbing you head. "mm, just for you o-on. swear-haah." your pussy is getting tighter by the minute and ony can't hold out anymore. your quick to take the initiative, pushing up on your heel and bouncing with all your might. ony looks down at you with a sort of amazement, his jaw slacking as he watches you work for his nut. you're almost like a bunny, never stopping to take a breath, just bouncing. he sucks air through his teeth, trying his best to recollect himself before helping you. "kiss me." you demand it as if it's your right, and like the fool ony is he complies. meshing his lips together with yours desperately as he feels his bawl tighten with the urge to cum, groaning in your mouth when you suck on his tongue. he pulls away and tries to catch his breath, but you keep on bouncing. "s-shit, baby you gotta easy. boutta cum." you don't slow your pace, in fact you hold eye contact with the man and begin to move faster. "m'kay, want it inside." all the twenty three years ony has lived, he has never allowed himself to lose his composure, his logic. except now. his brown eyes screw tight as he lets out a raspy grunt, his hands drawing down to your ass to give it a delightful squeeze. he thrusts up into you wildly, getting off on the sounds of your hiccupy moans and sweet kisses that you reward to his cheeks. the plap plap sounds of your hips meeting each other as well as your heavy breathings fill the air as you both chase the high that you need. ony pants harshly, hugging your body into his. kissing any and every piece of skin he can get his lips on. "I-ima cum, mama. do it with me." you babble out a response that ony doesn't register, his hips twitching as he gives one finally stab before exploding into you. groaning at the way you clench and twitch around him before letting out a small shudder. your legs tightening around one's hips and your breath hitching in his neck. his chest rises and falls against yours as he tries to catch his breath, running a hand down your back and placing a kiss on your cheek. "you good?" you can only give a hum in response, hugging him tighter and sighing happily. his chest rumbles with a laugh before he attempts to move you, pausing when you tighten the hold you have around his neck. "don't go." a warmth spreads throughout him at your quiet plea. voice hoarse with all the moaning you were doing. reassuring he rubs your back again, coaxing you to lift your head off of his shoulder so he can kiss you properly. from the way you sigh into his mouth and rub his cheeks with your thumbs, ony knows you're his. and he doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon.
