Ony was really planning on lecturing the whole ride home when you called him to come pick you up—not just because you were drunk, it’s becsuse you’d been slacking lately. He sighed when he answered the phone, your voice slurring but still understandable enough for him to hear you the first time.
He was quiet at first, but that silence wasn’t peace—it was tense. One hand on the wheel, the other resting heavy on your thigh almost immediately after you stumbled in the car like it belonged there, his thumb tapping like he was counting down before he snapped.
The second you slid into the passenger seat, the strong smell of liquor clinging to your skin, you leaned across the console with a sloppy grin. “Hiii, papa,” you dragged the syllable out, plump lips puckered as you tried to press a kiss to his lips. Your words were all syrupy and sweet, but your body was clumsy, damn near falling into his lap. Onyankopon caught you with one hand on your shoulder, jaw tight. “Sit back.” His voice was flat, firm, as he guided you into the seat like you were a child who couldn’t stay still. You back hit the cold leather as you looked at him, “Why you dont wan’ kiss m—“
“You not actin’ right.” he cut you off, shifting gears and putting his foot on the gas. You didn’t even question it, the corners of your glossed lips dipped into a frown as you turned your head to look out the window. That look he always caught you making when he wasn’t kissing your ass.
He looked over at you real quick before putting his eyes back on the road. “You out here actin’ like you grown, but can’t handle your responsibilities. Think everything a joke till it’s not. Skipping class, not pickin’ up when I call, drinkin’ like you ain’t got shit to do tomorrow…you think that’s responsible? That’s childish, mama. I ain’t raise no little ass girl, I got a woman sittin’ next to me, right?”
You and Ony had only been dating for four-ish years, and he always said that to you when you needed to be checked—even though he’s just a few years older than you. Still, he loved reminding you how disorganized and all over the place you were before him, like he took pride in being the one who steadied you.
As much as you shouldn’t, you always got turned on when he talked to you like this. When you were sober, you usually would hide it and let him lecture you but since you’re not—you weren’t hiding it as well. The fact that you were already thinking about him while you were out wasn’t helping at all.
You slouched in the passenger seat, hiccuping softly, braids falling across your face. “Mmm… you alwaaays so serious,” you murmured, tilting your head just enough to lock eyes with him. Your voice was thick with the shots you took before you left.
Without warning, you shifted in the seat, turning your body toward him. Your hand reached to drag slow across his chest, down his torso, fingers pressing into him like you needed something to hold onto. He always looked good but he looks extra good tonight for some reason, you just wanted to be in his skin.
“…you don’t wanna love on me?” you slurred, lips curling into a drunk grin. “You look s’good right now. I was thinkin’ ’bout you the whooole time… look.”
You fully turned to him so your back was to the door, spread your legs, slid your dress up over your thighs, bare pussy on display, slick already glistening, dripping down your entrance.
Ony’s grip on the wheel twitched when he seen you just spread yourself open without a second thought while he was driving. He was a little taken-aback because you didn’t even hesitate to expose yourself to him in a public space, which was unlike you. It was also a late Saturday night so it’s not like there was nobody on the road, you just didn’t give a fuck.
“You—” he mumbled as he stared at your drooling pussy, visibly pulsing like it was begging for him before he even touched you. His hand dragging down his face before it landed heavy on your inner thigh, palm caressing your skin, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his hand moving dangerously close to where you need him. “You sittin’ here wet as fuck while i’m tryna talk to you.”
But instead of pulling away, his thumb pressed down, lazily circling your clit. The wheel stayed steady in his other hand, but his voice dropped lower, teeth gritted. “Got me riskin’ our life ‘cause you don’t know how to behave.” The sudden stimulation you’ve been waiting for all night made you let out a soft moan, close your eyes and your head loll back, hitting the tinted window behind you.
Ony’s thumb dipped lower, brushing against the wetness pooling at your entrance, then slid back up in a slow, calculated stroke. Soft, breathy moans spilling from your lips, louder this time, messy and unrestrained.
“You wasn’t paying attention to shit I said when you sat your ass in here. You need to listen to me,” he demanded, voice firm, even while his thumb worked your clit slow, steady, making your thigh tremble uncontrollably. Your nails dug into the leather seat, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“…I ammm papa,” you breathed, voice breaking into a whine, head tipping back against the window, eyes glassy and unfocused, your mind hazy with nothing but him.
Ony’s lips curved into the smallest smirk, like he had heard something funny. “Mhm…you always say that when I’m makin’ you feel good. You not listenin’.”
You weren’t, you could only look down at his fingers as gradually sped up, shivering, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
“Y-yeaahhh I ammm… ohhh fffuck…” you moaned, your back arching off the door behind you.
The streetlights flashed past the windshield, casting sharp shadows over his face as he drove like it was nothing, smooth and steady, yet his pace never faltered.
His thumb pressed tighter, sliding down again to gather more of your slick before dragging it back up, spreading it slow over your swollen clit. He started shaking his head, eyes locked on the road, knuckles flexing on the wheel.
Your body jolted at the sharper stroke, thighs twitching, a high-pitched whimper slipping out before you could bite it back. “P-please, I am, I’m listenin’, I swear—”
“No,” he cut you off, voice steady but edged with heat. “You hearin’ me, but you not takin’ it in. Always gotta have shit my way before you learn.” His words were calm, but the pressure of his thumb contradicted every ounce of patience in his tone, circling faster, harder, dragging sounds out of you that filled the car louder than the engine.
Your hands flying to his forearm, clinging like you needed him to slow down, but your hips betrayed you—grinding, chasing more of what he gave. Your voice cracked around a moan, incoherent.
Ony’s had a look in his eyes like he was contemplating stopping the car in the middle of the street and just fucking you right there as you were moaning his name like it’s all you knew. Your fluids dripping down his seat, moans spilling out with no rhythm or restraint. He tried to keep it light to keep his focus on the road, but the sound of you, the heat rolling off your body, the way you were damn near crying for him—it pushed him over that line.
“Man, fuck this…” he growled under his breath, his hand left the wheel for half a second, snapping your thighs open wider before two of his thick fingers slid inside you without warning. The wet squelch filled the car, your gasp ripping through the air, sharp and needy.
Your body jerked, nails clawing deeper at the leather, eyes rolling back as your walls clenched tight around him. “Ohnnnyyy—ahhh! Ohmygod—”
Ony started dragging it out, fucking you on his fingers slow, thumb barely grazing your clit just enough to keep you twitching but not enough to push you over. Your little whines and the way your hips chased his hand had him twitching in his pants, but he kept that same steady pace—until he felt your walls start to grip down around him. That’s when he switched it up.
“Mhm, greedy ass pussy—tryna milk my fingers like it’s dick.” his tone covered in heat, almost a growl as his fingers drove into you harder, faster, curling with every pump, thumb pressing into your clit in rough, tight circles. The sloppy sounds of your pussy filled the car, wetness spilling down his knuckles, making the leather under you damp. The sudden pace had you crying out, body jumping, thighs clamping around his wrist as cream started coating his fingers thick. “Waitwaitwait!… I’m… I’m gonna… ohhh, shiiittt…!” you cried as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back.
“Yeah, there you go,” he grunted, never slowing down while you gushed around him, messy and loud, your release dripping down to his palm. Your head fell back, mouth open on a broken moan, body jerking helplessly as he worked you through it, thumb grinding mercilessly into your clit until you were damn near sobbing, shaking under his hand.
Ony’s smirk tuned into a lazy smile as he looked at the way your legs still twitched after he slowed. He eased his fingers out slow, coated in creamy release, before suddenly shoving them in your mouth while you were try to catch your breath.
His fingers stayed in your mouth, heavy on your tongue while you sucked them clean, eyes hazy and cheeks hollowing around his knuckles. The taste of yourself coated your tongue, making your thighs press tight together as he drove like nothing was happening.
The car slowed to a stop at a red light. Ony finally dragged his fingers from between your lips, slick glistening in the passing glow of the streetlamps.
“Sit up,” he ordered, voice low and rough. His hand curled in a lazy ‘come here’ motion.
You obeyed instantly, chest rising fast as you pushed yourself off the window. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, his still-wet fingers cold against your skin.
The pressure made your breath hitch, but before you could melt all the way into it, Ony leaned in, catching your mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slid past your lips, tasting the sweetness of your slick still lingering on your tongue, swallowing the soft whimper that left your throat.
The glow turned green, and he pulled back, dragging a thumb slow over your spit slicked plump bottom lip. “Messy ass girl. Keep it together till we get home,” he uttered, the tone in his voice let you know that he wasn’t just gonna let you doze off until the morning.
14.2k wrds. fem black reader. plot w/ smut. MDNI!!!
warnings: established d/s relationship, daddy dom!ony and sub!reader, bratty!reader, reader’s a lil shit, cursing, weed mentioned, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (BE SAFE), hard dom!ony so he’s a meanie, pet names, degradation, ony and that heavenly bbc, ony’s an ass man, choking, spitting, a couple LIGHT slaps, spanking, bossy!ony, dacryphilia, overstimulation, ony gives great aftercare
moodboard.
original request by @rnvsxo. this took wayyy too long and I do apologize. thanks for requesting, pookie!
you love your man. literally wouldn’t change a thing about him.
seemingly rough around the edges, he’s actually just a big goofball and teddy bear all wrapped up in one man. yes, he’s tall and burly and covered in tattoos, but he can also be quite the idiot when he’s comfortable.
he values you deeply and shows that with every action. he’s always talking to and about you with deep reverence. he’s intentional and protective and just all around what you’ve always wanted out of a partner. he’s always focused on making sure you feel good with him. whether you’re by his side, under him, on top of him… his focus is making sure his princess is taken care of in all ways. free to be yourself, always secure and held down by your daddy.
he’s always so gentle. large and calloused, veiny hands softly caress, strong arms wrap around you protectively, words always praising and loving. you love that shit. you love him.
even with his sometimes cocky self, his penchant for being overprotective as hell, and his yelling at the tv when he games or watches some sport... even with his funky feet after working out and tendency to hold you captive in the mornings when you have to use the restroom really fucking bad… you just can’t help but love him, stinky toes and all. he’s your person and there’s no doubt about that.
but sometimes…
sometimes you need more. something different.
sometimes you want him to just wreck you.
like, c’mon. the man looks like he can literally throw you a good distance. his muscles bulge so attractively when he works out, and he looks so damn fine when his brow is furrowed with strain. the grunts, the harsh breaths… it takes your breath away. when he scoops you up in his arms like you don’t weigh anything– which you absolutely do– you get flashes of what it’d be like for him to just manhandle you. rough you up a bit.
is that toxic?
possibly, you think. but you can’t help but feel that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with desiring aggression from him, especially considering how safe you feel in his arms. you know that no matter what goes down in the bedroom, he loves and respects the fuck outta you. he’d never hurt his girl. that’s no question.
it seems like he’s almost afraid of it, though. whenever he finds himself particularly angry or frustrated, he demands space. he doesn’t want his words to sting and he refuses to treat you with anything less than complete respect. even when you poke and prod, tease a desire for rougher treatment, he’s quick to shut it down.
“nah, baby, you’re my princess. I ain’t doin’ you like that.”
too bad you want to be done like that. real bad, actually.
you want his hands gripping you hair or your throat, you want those big arms and rough hands holding you to him, you want his words to be firm and aggressive, that deep timbre winded with exertion. you think about it a lot. hell, you’ve even dreamed about it, subsequently waking up to make a mess of the soft sheets he buys for your sensitive skin.
it actually pisses you off. he gives you everything you want, so why not indulge your fantasies? you crave it. you’d beg for it if you knew it’d affect him, but he doesn’t even like it when you beg!
“princesses don’t beg, mama. daddy’s always gonna give you exactly what you need. you should never have to.”
it’s like wanting a deep tissue massage but the masseuse is too afraid of hurting you, or wanting extra spicy wings but only getting medium. there’s a time and a place for both, but he’s always straying on the side of caution. like, damn! you’re not going to break. you can take that shit, whatever he has to offer. you’re not asking for him to throw you off a damn cliff. even just a hand around the throat here, a harsh smack on the ass there, just a sprinkle of degradation would help. if he can’t go hard, he can be just a little bit mean!
it’s getting to be too much. it’s an itch that he refuses to scratch. you’re stubborn, you’re determined, and you’re creative.
and maybe, just maybe, a little deprived.
okay, a lot deprived.
it’s not your fault! he says you can get whatever you want, but refuses to indulge in something that you’ve grown to want the most. you’ve asked directly and pleaded and hinted, everything you can within the realm of healthy communication. call you spoiled, but you’re going to get what you want, especially because you know no matter what he says, he wants that shit too.
you see how he holds back, how he strains. you know he wants to smack that ass and snatch you up. you know he wants to correct you with more than just a warning tone, especially when you’re being particularly bratty. he wants to push you up against that damn wall, be mean, talk to you crazy just because he can and because you like it.
you see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. you see it in the way his eyes squint and how his hands grip just a little bit tighter. sometimes he looks at you like a man starved and you expect him to just break, but he never does.
he’s holding back, has been the entire time, and you hate it. it’s unfair. though you understand where he’s coming from, you need him to understand your perspective.
he just needs a little… push.
so you’re gonna shove his ass.
you’re going to a party tonight, an anime themed shindig that you’ve both really been looking forward to. you’ve got the matching outfits; you’re dressing as a fem luffy and him zoro. it’s the show you’ve been watching together to fill the time; while you smoke, while you clean, right before bed after he’s made you come for the nth time. so what’s a better couple costume than a captain and her first mate?
you already know you’ll get a lot of attention for how you’re dressed and who you’re dressed as. you’ll be taking full advantage of luffy’s personality: outgoing, comfortable with people, touchy. you’re intending to tug on every nerve of the bearded man that you can.
the plan is to tease, tease, tease until he just can’t take it. you believe with full confidence that you can take whatever he dishes out. if you can tap dance on those nerves of his enough to get him to lessen his inhibitions, you’ll absolutely fucking show him that.
and you have a feeling it’s going to work real well.
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ony’s happy.
he loves you, he loves your relationship, and he loves taking care of his princess.
he loves seeing how free you feel around him, unlimited in his protective presence. his pretty lady, spreading her wings and being her full self. sensitive, sweet, bratty, nasty. you’ve told him more times than he can count how refreshing and new it is to be in a space that allows you to fully express and explore yourself. you know he wouldn’t judge or hurt or diminish anything you’re feeling.
that just makes him all the more overprotective. you’re capable, more than, but he’s constantly looking out for you because that’s his job as your man. you’ve trusted him with everything and he doesn’t take that shit lightly. he never wants to see you sad or crying, hates when you’re upset, and would take down anybody that puts so much as a pout on that face of yours. he’s your safe place to land, your shoulder to cry on, a man that will do anything to never let you down.
so how in the fuck could he ever do or say anything to hurt you?
you’re too damn pretty to talk to any kind of way, too special to him. he’d never risk it, he couldn’t.
it sucks to look you in your eyes and tell you no, it honestly doesn’t even feel right in his fucking soul. he can do many, many things for you. he’ll eat you out just for the fun of it, tongue tracing his name on that pretty clit. he’ll slide into his bathroom at work just to talk you through your nut when you’re extra needy.
he’ll be just about anything for you. coddling? yea. overprotective? hell yea.
mean?
absolutely the fuck not.
he’s a big man and he really just doesn’t know his strength. sometimes he doesn’t realize just how strong his hold is on something until it breaks. he’ll be watching a game, on the edge of his seat and yelling at the tv, and suddenly— oops. cup’s broken. he’ll do normal reps at the gym, something slight for a warm up, and walk away from the machine just to hear, ”damn, who the fuck was lifting this??”
his mouth can get real reckless, also. he knows that when he’s angry or upset, his words bite. he wasn’t always as level headed, didn’t always count to ten before reacting to whatever. he used to talk first and think later, say what he wanted and bring down a few egos. as a man, he’s learned that his aggression can be dangerous and should be dealt with appropriately.
that’s why he just can’t bring himself to be aggressive with you. it’s his mission to tend to you, care for you, take care of the parts of you that no one else will ever see. you trust him in so many ways and he knows all of it’s foreign to you. he’d damn near kill someone just for making you break a nail, so if he hurt you… he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.
however…
that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the desire to get a little rough with you.
he thinks about it a lot. what it’d be like to just… grab you. he wonders if you could take him, all of him. the rough and aggressive him. the him that would snatch you up without a second thought, make you ride him until you collapse. the him that he usually keeps very separate from his woman.
he’d do so many things to you if he let himself. he knows you say you can take it, but can you really?
would you still be fully comfortable in subspace if he was aggressive with you? would you still let those walls down, be his sweet and sensitive girl if he gagged you? bound you? or would it affect you in ways you’re not fully prepared for?
to be frank, you talk a lot of shit that you just can’t back up. you’ll run that pretty little mouth, teases on your tongue, just to be putty in his hands minutes later, or pouting at him with hurt feelings because he raised his voice even just a smidgen.
he won’t risk it.
it doesn’t matter if he wants to shove that pretty face in his mattress and tear that ass up. it doesn’t matter if he wants to make you cum more times than you think you ever could, overwhelm you with the pleasure your eyes beg for. and it definitely doesn’t matter that he wants to grab you by the neck and make you breathless, just to let you go and do it all over again.
it doesn’t matter.
you’re his baby, and he’d never forgive himself if he hurt you.
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“baby, you ready?” ony calls from the bedroom. “just a sec, pooks!” you call back. you take a moment to check yourself over in the mirror, wanting to be sure that you’re as tempting as you feel.
you’re dressed in luffy’s beast pirate outfit with a sultry feminine twist, the crop top you’re wearing keeping you from showing too much skin and shorts accentuating your form. your makeup is done to perfection, highlighting your features, and you have a straw hat resting on your back to make room for the red horns sticking out of your head of curls.
the irony of said horns is not lost on you by any means.
you used makeup to recreate the scars on his face and chest, and your skin is glowing from the scented shea butter you rubbed on your body; ony’s favorite tantalizing scent, of course. you paired it with a matching perfume just to give it an extra oomph.
with an accomplished sigh, you lock eyes with your reflection, your lips curling into a devilish little smile. you look fucking good and you smell edible. whatever happens tonight will be well deserved.
you step out of the bathroom, fully planning to give your boyfriend a tease of a show to start your plan, only to stop when you see him.
he looks downright sinful.
he’s wearing zoro’s beast pirate outfit to match yours. he’s bare of a shirt, just zoro’s signature green haramaki sash and dark green pants. his hair is tinted green from the hair wax you bought for him and he’s moisturized to a t, his dark skin glowing and tattoos looking more than lickable. his muscles are on display, accented with the harness strapped across his chest, and it takes everything in you not to just melt to the floor and suck the soul out of him right then and there, plans be damned.
“fuck, ony. you look good,” you bite your lip as your eyes trail over him. your mind is playing over the different positions you hope to be in tonight... “not fair,” you murmur.
he chuckles, focused on his phone and tapping away as he texts eren where the group will meet. “thank you, princess. don’t forget you have to do my scars. I can’t say I’m zoro without the–“ he cuts himself as he looks up at you, eyebrows raising.
his eyes trail up and down your figure, taking in the shape of your body with the form fitting clothes. you look good as hell, no surprise there. skin showing, curves accentuated, standing confident and looking like you should be on your back and spread out for him. he licks his lips and tosses his phone onto the bed before taking a few steps towards you. “…gahhh damn, baby,” he drags out.
his hands meet your hips, one trailing down to feel the smooth skin of your thigh. “shit. princess, you look fuckin’ amazing. I’ma be fightin’ niggas all night. hell,” he murmurs deep.
his gaze is hot, warming your body with his obvious attraction to you. you’re glad he loves it, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel real good. you bite the inside of your cheek as your hands trail up his torso to his chest. “damn yourself,” you mumble back. “I look good for me and for you, daddy. you know that.”
that makes him twitch in his pants. you always know just what to say to rile him up, and it’s both invigorating and irritating. he chuckles lowly and hooks his finger through the belt loop on your side, quickly turning you to press your ass up against his pelvis. his hands trail up your sides and to your chest, giving a light squeeze as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw from behind.
“mmm, fine as fuck, baby. you did so good with your outfit, maybe a little too good. I’m so tempted to just…” he leads off, hands teasingly inching towards the button of your pants. your stomach jolts, arousal ticking at his touch and voice in your ear. damn him and his deep sandalwood cologne, the ease in which he affects your body.
you gotta stay focused.
your hands find his, lightly gripping them and slowly sliding them back to your hips. it hurts to do, and your fluttering stomach isn’t helping. “nuh uh, pa, we’ve been looking forward to this for too long. sit and let me finish those scars.”
that’s interesting, to say the least. “hmm?” he hums, gripping your hips a bit, surprised at the denial. that’s not usual for you as it doesn’t take much for you to melt at his touch. it’s often him talking you down, not the other way around. there have been many events y’all have shown up to late because some touches got a bit too heated.
he’s still pressing kisses up your jaw, slow and steady. “you tellin’ me to behave? hell gotta be unusually cold.” you can’t help but laugh at that. he’s got a smart ass mouth, and you wonder what he’ll be saying by the end of the night. “I’m just excited. we look good as hell and we definitely have to take some pictures and tiktoks. put that away,” you say, patting near but not directly on the front of his pants, “and sit down.”
he hums again, eyebrow twitching with restraint. that was a low move, you know how much he loves your hands on him. touching, feeling, soothing… he just chalks it up to your touchy nature, though. he supposes you’re right, you did your thing making the costumes and the least he can do is keep his hands to himself for now. “mhm… whatever you say, captain,” he mumbles lowly.
incorrect. if it was whatever you say, you wouldn’t have to stage such a scheme.
“let me go get my makeup stuff,” you call as you walk back to the bathroom. ony plops onto the bed in waiting. when you come back, you lightly press your hand against his bare chest to direct him to lay on the bed. his eyebrows raise but he doesn’t say anything until you crawl on top of him and straddle his waist.
“‘scuse me?” he grumbles, his hands finding their place on your hips. “all this ain’t even needed.” you’ve never had to do anything like this for him before, but surely it’s not necessary for you to be pressed up against his groin like this. ain’t no way.
you roll your eyes, fully leaning into it. “relax. you’re too tall and this angle is better. now be still,” you mumble, starting to grab your brushes for the eye scar first. “close em.”
he huffs as he closes his eyes, hands inching just slightly to caress your butt as you work. your scent wafts over him as you take your time, making sure to set it properly in case he sweats throughout the night.
once the eye is done, you shuffle down his body to get to work on his next scar, not so accidentally brushing up against him as you unbuckle the harness on his chest.
“• ᥫ᭡ •” he grumbles your name. it’s a warning tone, not unlike what you’ve heard before.
“shhh.” you hush. “I’m focusing. the artist is at work.”
your tongue sticks out slightly in concentration, trying to make the scar look as realistic as possible with your meager tools. your hands lightly brush his abdomen and chest, fixing small mistakes and adding detail.
he lets out a breath, looking up to distract himself.
“you almost done? teasin’ ass.”
“hush, pa. you simply can’t rush perfection. and stop breathing so heavy.”
“s’your fuckin’ fault, princess. all up on me like this. you must want some dick before we leave or somethin’.”
“hush! your gutter brained self. don’t you usually have more self control?”
he let’s out another huff as he closes his eyes, trying to focus on anything but your hands on him. it’s damn near impossible. “sorry, baby,” he murmurs. he tries to keep his mind clear, think about ordering the uber and whatever else is needed to ensure a good time tonight.
he should make sure you eat and drink some water… and do the same for himself. you’re both late so everyone else should already be there. what else…
after adding the finishing touches, you lean to press a tender kiss to his abs, looking up at him with slightly doed eyes. he stops his train of thought, gaze immediately shooting down to watch you, eyebrow twitching and mind filling with the raunchiest thoughts.
this angle, those lips, the way your hands rest on his skin… he sees a slight twinkle in your eye and he gets a feeling tonight's going to be a long one.
“you doin’ this shit on purpose,” he almost groans. you’re just inches away from where he wants you. if you really wanted him to cool off, you wouldn’t keep doing what you know gets him going.
you roll your eyes again and pat his abdomen a couple times before sitting up and looking at your handiwork. the scar on his eye is quite simple, but the one on his chest actually looks good and detailed. shoutout youtube. a few inches below the chest scar lies your lip print, matching the lipstick you applied earlier.
“oh, relax, would you? just marking my territory. they’re gonna try to eat you up, and I refuse to let them get their grubby little hands on you. I’m all done,” you say casually, as if your possessive words won’t get a rise out of him. he squints, but otherwise doesn’t say anything. you can be quite the tease, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. he won’t call you on your shit just yet.
brat.
“whatever you want, mama.”
mhm, it sure will be. you’re determined to make that your reality.
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after many tiktoks and accidental brushes and some pregaming with eye contact a lil too much on the lustful side, you both climb into the uber. ony holds the door for you as always and joins you in the back.
the uber driver is possibly in her thirties and doesn’t speak aside from the normal greeting. the music is low and a bit boring, and she just can’t seem to keep her eyes off the mirror, taking in the obvious eye candy that is onyankopon.
on one hand, you can’t blame her. as always, he looks fine as shit doing absolutely nothing. muscles all on display, tattoos glistening with his moisturized skin, hair and beard trimmed to perfection. he’d catch the eye of damn near any seeing person, so you get it. you do.
but on the other hand, it makes your nose scrunch. yeah, he’s fine, but he’s also quite obviously yours with the way the two of you are sitting together, his arm over your shoulder and hand resting over yours.
he’s quiet but touchy. it doesn’t seem to be enough for the driver to stop stealing glances.
without another thought, you reach over and grab his chin, fingers tickled by his beard. his gaze leaves the window to look at you, but you’re already leaning out of view. leaning to press a kiss on the column of his neck. another on the sweet spot right at the end of his jaw, but this time you lightly suck on his skin, your tongue tracing against his pulse just slightly so.
soft and simple, but the action speaks louder than anything. the woman’s eyes meet the road and don’t part from it again.
and ony’s sitting at attention.
he licks his lips, watching as you sit straight. your eyes meet his, low-lidded and almost prideful. he knows what that was, he’s not stupid. the drinks have you going, if your gaze is anything to go by. you’ve already been a problem tonight, and he prays for relief from the way he’s already pressing up against his pants.
when you both arrive at the venue, you can hear distant calls of “ayeee, luffy!” and “damn, zoro got lost again!” it makes you grin cheesily and give a silly wave as you drag ony to the bar.
you seem undisturbed, but ony’s struggling. he hasn’t been able to calm down since the beginning of the night and it’s barely even started. he works his jaw, trying to diminish that ache he’s feeling in his gut. he doesn’t know what’s going on with you, maybe you’re feeling a way, but he likes it. it’s just… hard.
he focuses his mind instead on keeping you safe. there’s a lot of people here and it’s his mission for the night to make sure you have a good time without any mishaps, especially on his end.
“you gonna drink some more, baby?” you ask, fluttering your lashes up at him. you know his mind can get nasty when the liquor hits him, and you’re going to make sure it hits good.
those fluttering lashes make him feel another tug in his gut. you’re looking up, capturing him with those eyes, and he can’t help but think of them rolling back, back, back…
“just a bit, sweet girl. gotta keep an eye out for you,” he smiles down at you.
fuck, you’re so pretty. he’d do just about anything for you when you look up at him like that. your lower lip juts out in response and he feels himself twitch in his pants again.
yeah. long night for sure.
“I want you to have fun too, daddy,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “you don’t have to worry about me.”
oh, you’re wrong for calling him that right here and now. he licks his lips, gazing down at you. he sees that twinkle in your eyes again and sees how your smile is almost too sickeningly sweet.
ony’s arms wrap around you and bring you close as the people at the bar start to get rowdy with the next song playing. the adjustment takes him out of it just enough for him to refocus. “I know, baby, but let daddy worry. keeps you safe,” he answers, tapping your ass a couple of times before turning to the bartender to call out his order.
you hum to yourself. you were hoping for a bigger reaction to that… he turns to you again, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “you drank that water I gave you, right?”
you roll your eyes but nod, “and ate so there’s something on my stomach. you already asked me all this, I’m fine.” he’s always like this, though you appreciate it. he keeps track of your drinks and makes sure you hydrate like a doting daddy dom should, and you’re glad that you don’t have to worry about it. all you have to focus on is having fun.
and you’re definitely focused on that.
you let out a small yelp when you feel a pinch on your butt. “attitude. you’ve rolled your eyes at me three times now. fix it, • ᥫ᭡ • ,” he corrects. he’s speaking directly in your ear, sending a slight shiver through your body.
you hadn’t even realised he was keeping count. you nibble on your bottom lip in response and nod. god, you love it when he gets like that. shit makes you tingle. “sorry. won’t do it again.”
“mhm,” ony only hums in response. he can make your eyes roll if you really want to play like that…
no, he needs to focus.
more drinks are had and you’re feeling good. ony can see it in your eyes, can feel it in your touch. drinking makes you extra touchy, especially on nights like tonight, and your words and glances are becoming more teasing by the minute.
“c’mon, love, let’s find the group,” ony says in your ear as he grabs your hand. you feel another chill travel down at the way his lips tickle the skin of your earlobe. “don’t let go of me.”
he guides you through the crowd of assorted cosplays, hand wrapped securely around yours, and it’s almost like a movie scene with the music playing and the sight of him just being him.
he’s just so fine it makes you want to jump his bones. the back muscles on this man…
he’s guiding you easily, no one able to ignore his towering stature as he pushes through. his eyes are trained ahead of you, but he’s holding you securely, thumb lightly tracing on your skin in a soothing gesture…
it’s reassuring, soft, all that you’re used to. you imagine that hand wrapped around your neck, seeing flashes of him grabbing and taking without restraint.
the plan.
right, the plan.
he peeks back at you just to check that you're good, catching sight of how your eyes trail over his figure. he shakes his head with a small smirk as he looks ahead and weaves through the crowd. his princess is just as enamored with him as he is you. it takes a lot out of him to keep from turning around to kiss those lips.
he catches sight of a familiar looking buzzed head over the crowd, his height always an advantage. “yo, con!” he calls.
the shorter man whips around, almost losing his balance as he greets the two of you. he’s wearing an orange and black volleyball jersey with the number five on it, a lazy but fitting cosplay of tanaka from haikyuu. he’s grinning widely, obviously well beyond drunk, and his arm is around his newest flavor of the month.
as you laugh at his antics and chat, ony wraps his arm around your waist. he presses you up against his side as someone squeezes past you, always vigilant of the surrounding space to ensure your safety. you hadn’t even realized someone was trying to pass. it makes your lashes flutter up at him momentarily. you hum a small sound of surprise, the sound tainted with intrigue.
he can feel your eyes and it makes him warm. there’s a tension building that feels just slightly unfamiliar, a spark in your eye that’s just… different.
the four of you chat before connie leads you all to the rest of the group, located in a reserved section.
when you reach them, the both of you are welcomed with cheers. you do a cute little spin as the girls begin to compliment your outfit, shaking your ass as you stick your tongue out playfully. you’re definitely feeling those drinks, and ony can feel his mind starting to stray again.
ony holds your hand as you move, licking his lips as he acts as an anchor for you. he wants to reach around and give that ass a nice smack, hype you up because his baby definitely knows how to throw some. he has to hold back and just grin, else he loses his manners and takes you right then and there.
you’re hypnotizing him. tempting him.
he controls himself. he can tell you’re feeling good, and that’s all he wants.
but damn your ass moves like fucking water, he realizes for the umpteenth time. it’s hard to look away, almost impossible. side to side, in a circle… shit. what was he thinking about again? something about staying focused…
his thoughts are interrupted by voices of a few others from nearby as they join in on the cheering. one girl in particular calls out ‘she throwin’ that pirate booty!’ and that seems to pique the interest of more in the area.
ony’s eyebrow twitches.
“not too much, now,” he grumbles, pulling you back to his side. you just laugh and lean up against him again, your chest pressing against him. his eyes flicker downwards for a moment, catching sight of how you look in that position.
maybe just a quick trip to the bathroom… no, he shouldn’t.
he wants to, though. wonders if you’d care about anyone hearing your sounds or if you’d just let them out like a good girl. he can see you, spread out before him, moaning and fucked out while he fulfills his fantasy of fucking you like a slut.
his gaze flicks back up to your eyes. you smile and tilt your head slightly. as if you know how much he’s struggling and you find joy in it.
and you do. you can see it in his eyes, that desire. he’s buzzed, though he doesn’t really show it. his eyes are a bit distant, and you can tell his mind is filled with those thoughts you crave for him to act on. he’s not looking at you like his princess right now and you want him to step out on that.
he’s saved, once again. if there’s one thing sasha can’t do, it’s read a room.
you have to keep from rolling your eyes as she starts on about how grateful she is for everyone being together, ever the sentimental drunk. you love her down, but this happens every time she gets even a sip of liquor.
she demands pictures for memories, something about scrapbooking and showing the kids in the future, before she asks a random person to act as photographer. everyone lines up best they can, choosing their best angles. ony sticks close to you, hands almost glued to your ass. picture after picture, silly photos and serious photos. soon complaints start flying at sasha’s demands for different poses.
the group is able to break free after a few more pictures, and soon everyone is chatting, dancing, and vibing. it really is a nice party, definitely worth the hype, and worth the wait as well. most went all out on their outfits, the dj knows what the hell she’s doing, and the amount of wallflowers is surprisingly low.
the group is having a lot of fun, which isn’t exactly surprising as you all can have fun anywhere, especially with the drinks flowing. there’s so much laughing, so many candid photos that’ll be saved and used as blackmail… but no matter how much fun is going down, you’re still distracted by every move your man makes. it’s the same for him too.
his hands don’t leave you for longer than a minute. he’s constantly touching, caressing, looking at you like he wants to do any number of things to you, and you’re right there with him. whispering in his ear, pressing up against him, giving him those eyes. your friends are side eyeing and laughing, knowing that you both will probably be “excusing” yourselves soon.
it feels like it’s just the two of you, glued to each other as you both dance the night away, parting only for more drinks. you do moves that ony’s never seen you do before, guiding his hands all over you and looking him in the eye as a silent message of ”this is all yours”.
but despite everything, he hasn’t broken yet, no matter how close he’s come time and time again. it’s frustrating to you from the outside looking in. his self control is astounding to an irritating degree and it’s you who’s starting to get worked up beyond the point of return.
but ony’s definitely on the brink.
“fuck. drivin’ me crazy,” he groans, head falling to rest against your shoulder. he’s not sure how he’s still standing. he should’ve taken you home so long ago with the way you keep tempting him like he won’t do anything about it. “you look so fuckin’ good. keep doin’ yo’ shit, ma.”
“yeah?” you ask, reaching back to pull him close. his ear is by your mouth, so you press a kiss to his skin, tongue darting out to tease. it sends a chill down ony’s spine and straight to his dick.
“yeah, baby. too damn perfect,” he breathes out. he runs the tip of his nose up your neck, that damn scent making him want to devour you. he’s gripping you tighter, breathing you in deep.
you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. you laugh, turning in his arms to hook your own around his neck. “and all yours, yeah?” his hands slide down to your bum, giving a nice squeeze.
“all fuckin’ mine,” he murmurs, eyes low as his gaze meets yours.
you nibble on your lip. he just looks so good… the look in his eyes, the way he’s gazing at you like he could take you up against the wall right now has you flooding your underwear. it’s almost too much and the way his hands squeeze and pull you closer like you weigh nothing is only making it worse.
you don’t know what possesses you to say what you say next, maybe it’s the alcohol or the audacity or the combination of both, but you pull him closer by his nape and whisper in his ear.
“so why do you keep fucking me like you’re scared?”
ony pauses.
he must be hearing things. maybe the music is too loud or you mixed up your words because there’s no way you just said that shit.
it’s almost like you can feel the temperature drop.
“repeat that,” he grumbles assertively. you shudder just slightly at his cold tone, but you don’t falter.
“you heard me,” you shrug. “you fuck like you’re scared. you shouldn’t be surprised to hear that.” and you really think he shouldn’t. isn’t this what it’s all been about? his fear of hurting you? it’s not a lie. he is scared.
but it’s all in your delivery. you’re making him sound like a punk and he doesn’t like that.
he doesn’t like how you’re shrugging like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he doesn’t like how you’re disrespecting your daddy, and he definitely doesn’t like how you seem to think you’re on some type of higher ground.
“come to the bathroom real quick,” he mumbles. he grabs your wrist— firm, not tight— and starts to guide you.
you smile and bite your lip as he tugs you forward. “did I say something wrong?” you ask, your voice a slight purr as you press yourself against him. one of your hands trails up his arm, sending tingles up his skin and down to his hopefully well hidden hard on. your touch is slow and teasing, and your nails scratch him just enough, the way you know he likes.
you wish you could use your tongue instead, trace those tattoos all the way to that third leg of his. have him looking down at you and calling you just what you are— pretty, desperate, nasty. just for him.
he looks down at you with a raised brow, almost irritated with the way he keeps fucking twitching in his pants and definitely irritated with whatever the fuck you have going on. “chill.”
ony’s jaw is set at your touch as he continues walking. your gaze, your hands, your teasing… it’s all too much. he doesn’t know what it is, the tequila maybe?
no, you’ve been on one all fucking night.
he doesn’t get it, but it’s gotten to him. he wonders if it would really be that bad if he bent you over in the stall and just…
the two of you finally find a family bathroom towards the back of the venue. ony holds the door open for you, follows you inside, and locks the door behind him.
“you upset or somethin—“
“what’s goin’ on with you? huh?” he grumbles out, hooking his finger through your harness and pulling you against him. you gasp as your hands fly to rest on his shoulders for balance.
“what—“ you try to speak, only to be interrupted by him again. his tone is stern, no room for bullshit. he’s been tempted and teased and drawn to an edge he hasn’t had to endure with you before.
“don’t even try to play wit’ me. whatchu doin’?” he asks.
you swallow, looking up at him and taking in his unfamiliar demeanor. his eyes are serious, eyebrows pinched in an irritated frown that makes your knees weak. “I’m not- I just wanted to have fun tonight, that’s all,” you answer.
his eyebrow twitches and he takes a moment to take a breath, staring you down. “that’s all,” he repeats dully.
and then his hand slides up from your harness, wrapping around your jaw as the other grips your hip. he holds your face in place firmly, bending slightly to hover above you. the look in his eyes… your heart is racing and he can probably feel your pulse, but something else is pulsing between your legs.
“you think I’m stupid? that what you think?” he asks. his voice is almost soft, but not in the tender way you’re used to. “I’ma be nice and give you a second chance cause I love yo’ ass. don’t lie to my face again.”
despite the obvious predicament, you’re feeling pretty good about yourself. this is what you wanted, what you asked for, what you knew he wanted and it feels so damn good. just like you knew it would.
“trying to get you to stop holding back,” you mumble truthfully.
he pauses again.
you’ve gotta be fucking kidding. here he is trying to have a good night with his girl, keeping an eye on you so that you can have a fun ass time without worry, and the whole time you’ve been playing little games.
ony hates games.
“that’s why you been out here like this the whole fuckin’ night?” he asks in a grumble, his hand tightening its grip just slightly. “pushin’ up on me, teasin me, actin’ like I don’t love you and give you everything, being a damn brat? my good girl? can’t be. you know better than that, ain’t never done shit like that.”
your breath hitches, but you keep going. “you don’t get it,” you speak up. “the fact that I had to do this in the first place is your fault. I asked and tried to talk, but you weren’t listening!”
“watch yo’ tone,” he immediately mumbles. his hand slides down from your jaw to your neck and gives a squeeze.
a reminder. he can only allow so much.
you roll your eyes. “you have to admit I’m right!” you stubbornly press. this is your chance to air your grievances, you have to get it all out. “you want this, I know you do. you hold back too much and it’s not fair. if you ever found out I wasn’t all in, you’d be upset just like me! I don’t understand why you can’t just—“
you’re interrupted by his lips as he kisses you. really kisses you.
it’s not the usual slow and sensual kiss, the ones packed with love and intention. it’s messy and rushed, his hand sliding from your hip to the curls at your nape and gripping. your eyes roll back just slightly at the feeling. it’s overpowering, it’s knee-weakening, it’s raw. it’s everything you wanted.
he controls the kiss, he bites, and his hand never leaves your neck. you don’t even realize that you’re moving back and back until you’re pressed up against the wall, closed in by his larger frame.
he pulls back, holding you in place by your hair. this is what you’ve been craving, and it’s so delectable now that you’re getting it. it’s a whole new ony, rough and demanding in his movements. you’re just about putty in his hands.
“damn,” you breathe out, trying to gather yourself.
it’s ridiculous. ony blames himself for his regretful decision of controlling his more aggressive urges. you obviously want it more than he thought, need it if your brattiness is any indication.
the fact that you’d go so far as to play him, try to control him? it’s pissing him off. you’re a good girl. this isn’t what you do.
he’s got something for your ass.
“we’re going home,” he grumbles lowly.
and home you go.
the two of you leave the bathroom, ony’s back tense as he leads and weaves through the crowd. a particular group won’t move even after a couple of excuse me’s from him. they just look at him and then away dismissively as if they’re not blocking the walkway. rude as fuck, to be honest.
ony raises his voice with a lift of his eyebrows. he doesn’t have time for this. “I know y’all fuckin’ heard me. move,” he demands. the looks you receive in return are hilarious, looking a mix of offended, humbled, and maybe a little afraid. the group starts stepping to the side as ony stares them down.
it’s such a fucking turn on.
the journey outside is all a blur. ony hasn’t said a single word to you. he said farewells to the group and guided you to the uber. his touches haven’t stopped, but his gaze is set on the window. his jaw is tight and his grip on you is firm.
the uber back is quiet. the driver has a car on the smaller side, so ony’s almost to the point of having to scrunch himself just to fit. he knew he should’ve ordered a different one, but it would’ve taken too long. he’s sitting leaned against the window, his long legs to the side for comfort because they wouldn’t fit otherwise.
your legs are almost thrown over his. one of his arms is wrapped around your shoulder and the other hand is wrapped around your ankle, thumb lightly tracing over the anklet he bought you.
you’re sitting, fiddling with your fingers.
you’re excited. you’re going to get what you want, what you’ve been needing, and you can say that the night is going according to plan. maybe even better. you have no idea what the night entails, but you’re looking forward to every moment.
the tension is so delicious. the look in his eye, the way he kissed you… you’ve never seen him like this, felt him like this. it’s invigorating and it’s hard to feel bad for your antics. you tried to talk, you did. but tonight happened and apparently it was needed.
there’s just… an inkling, a very small one, that says you have no idea what you’re about to go through.
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visual. visual. visual. visual.
ony crosses his arms as he looks at you, admiring your form and your nerve. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, bare just for him, eyes holding a glint of smugness as you look up.
you’re proud of yourself, ego probably on ten. you don’t even have the decency to look apologetic. instead you’re watching, waiting like you’re entitled to a treat after your little game. your bratty, irritating game of pushing a man who isn’t usually pushed.
his sweet girl… not even aware of the consequences you’re about to endure. he has ways of humbling you. since you’ve been acting how you’re acting, he’ll give you exactly what it is your ass wants.
your gaze trails over his form and he just stands there letting you watch for a moment. his muscles bulge, his chest and arms on display. he’s got that stone face that’s never been directed to you, his tight jaw and twitching eyebrow the only indication of how he’s feeling.
“• ᥫ᭡ •,” he says lowly, getting your attention. your eyes meet his, your breath hitching. his eyes flicker over you again and you can just feel the tension thick in the air. his gaze holds so much fire, body tense and mind obviously racing.
it feels almost illegal to speak up, like the wrong words will set him off and make him snap. that’s what you’ve wanted, of course, but the atmosphere is much different when you’re actually in it. “yes?” you ask quietly. he’s silent for a moment, and then he speaks up.
“I hope you can handle what I’ma do to yo’ lil ass tonight.”
that makes your stomach jump as you nibble on your bottom lip. you sit there for a moment, a mix of excitement and arousal coursing through you. just what’s going to go down? this is uncharted territory. you don’t know what to expect.
you know one thing, though.
you won.
“I can, daddy,” you murmur softly, eyes so pretty as they look up at him. you look so sweet, like you didn’t toy with him like a fucking yo-yo tonight. he’ll make sure to do the same with you since you’re so needy for it.
“mhm, sure,” he grumbles dismissively. you don’t know shit about how he can get because you’ve never seen it. pride is a muhfucka. he reaches down and hooks a finger under your chin, lifting it. his touch makes your skin tingle. “remind me of your safeword, babygirl,” he says.
you clear your throat. “um- pineapple,” you answer.
“and your colors?”
“green is keep going, yellow is slow down or pause, red is stop,” you recite.
“good girl,” he mumbles, looking down at you. he’s still watching you like a hawk. the angle is everything. you’re fighting the urge to reach and run a hand up his abdomen, follow your touch with your tongue. something tells you touching isn’t a great idea at the moment though.
“you have to tell me if I say or do anything, anything that makes you feel some type of way. promise me, baby,” he presses. he lightly trails his thumb over your cheek, looking down at you with clouded eyes.
his voice gives you goosebumps. it’s a mix of commanding and gentle, and you feel as though this is the last sliver of tenderness you’ll see before you get your sense fucked out of you. “I promise, daddy,” you nod.
“good girl,” he rasps. he really hopes you listen because he won’t be holding back, per your request. it’s about to get really tough for you, and you did it to yourself.
his hand moves down, wrapping around your neck in a pressing grip. you feel your stomach jolt and you lick your lips as you stare up into his eyes, watching the tenderness shift just as quickly as it appeared.
“you know I’m pissed the fuck off, right?” he frowns. his eyebrows pinch together and his hand tightens around your neck. “scared,” he states. “I fuck you like I’m scared. that’s what you said.”
his voice is rough, an insight to how the night will be, and his gaze is burning. maybe you shouldn’t have said that… but it’s landed you right where you want to be. you swallow and start to answer respond, but he interrupts you. there’s nothing you could say right now to calm him down.
“nah, don’t even say shit, just gone piss me off even more,” he scoffs, his hand squeezing your neck. he steps closer, standing between your legs now. “you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, baby. that’s okay. daddy’s gonna get you straight.”
in a flash, you’re pulled up to your feet and damn near dropped onto the ground. you let out a soft ’oof’ as you land on your knees, ony holding you by your arms. it’s so unlike him that you’re blinking in shock.
“look at me, lil girl,” he grunts, his hand sliding into your curls to grip them and tug you to look up at him. your eyebrows furrow— you’re grown, nowhere near little, but the look on his face keeps you from saying anything.
“what, youn like that? don’t like hearin’ bout yourself?” he grumbles, eyebrows pinching as he notices your shift in expression. he couldn’t care less. you were acting childish, playing your games and pushing him to do you like this.
you frown in response, feeling an attitude coming up quickly. it’s not like you didn’t try to handle it properly, he’s the one that refused to listen with his fine, stubborn ass. you go to say something, but he tugs you closer by your hair, bringing you to his pelvis.
“shut the fuck up. ion wanna hear fuck else from you unless you slobbin’ on my dick,” he fusses and jesus, mary, and joseph— that shouldn’t have made your core coil in the way that it does.
well, shit. you do exactly what he says.
you bite your lip as you look up at him, pulling his boxers down to reveal the second love of your life: ony’s big fat fucking dick. it’s long and it’s thick and it’s heavy— absolutely nothing to play with or about. his size and girth would be the source of many people’s dreams or nightmares, depending.
you press open mouthed kisses down his length as you breathe heavy, his hand clenching your hair. you make sure to look him deep in his eyes as you trail your tongue back up, from his balls to his tip. ony groans as he watches you.
you look so good like this, bratty mouth occupied and eyes on his, doing exactly what the fuck he told you. “open,” he grunts. your tongue immediately sticks out, mouth open wide, and ony takes the opportunity to drop spit from his mouth to yours.
“now get to work,” he demands.
it sends chills down your spine, his gaze unmoving as he watches his favorite fucking show. you start slow, spitting on him to act as a lazy lube, sucking his head into your mouth. you hum as you taste him, tongue swirling over his length. you make sure it’s nice and wet before your head starts to bob as you take more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to pump the rest.
until he reaches down and pushes them off.
”nah, fuck that. no hands, mama, gimme that,” he grunts.
so damn sexy.
you do what he says, resting your hands on his waist as you take more of him into your mouth. he huffs out a breath, still looking at you with furrowed brows. “yeah, fuck. sexy ass,” he encourages. “better suck me off better than you ever have. I deserve that shit, dealin’ with yo’ bratty ass.”
you whimper around him, spit and pre building up more and more and making everything so sloppy. you take him deeper and deeper, giving him what you think to be your best. ony’s groaning, grip tightening on your hair as he starts to feel that shit in his fucking toes.
“yeah, eat that dick up. way better use for that mouth than whatever bullshit you was spittin’ earlier,” he groans. he licks his lips as his head falls back, breath deepening and shuddering at the feel of your mouth. he can hear the slick, slurping sounds coming from you and it’s damn near heaven.
he looks down again, noticing what he considers to be a half-assed attempt at taking him all the way. “quit playin’ wit me like I won’t fuck this pretty face,” he grunts, using his grip on your hair to pull you further down his length. “swallow that shit. you can do better than that. show out like you been doin’ all damn night. speed up.”
you whine around him, your pussy clenching at his words. fuck, you’re loving this. it’s everything you’ve been wanting. on your knees, ony dominating you like he should’ve always been. you bob your head faster, bubbles forming as everything becomes sloppier and sloppier, your tongue tracing under his cock. you feel a light smack on your cheek and your eyes focus on his again, blinking in surprise.
“you ain’t doin’ shit forreal. let daddy take that,” he grunts. both of his hands are on your head now, and he’s stepping forward more and more until your back meets the edge of the bed. he starts to work his hips, groaning and moaning in such a delicious tone that it makes your wetness drip down your thighs.
“fuck. too fucking good, baby,” he groans. you’re gagging a bit, hands gripping his thighs as he thrusts harder and harder. “daddy loves this shit. love making you choke on me,” he pants. “I been missin’ out, huh? treatin’ you like you too pretty to gag on this big” thrust “fuckin’” thrust “dick.” thrust.
you’re so turned on, you think you might burst. you’re gagging now, choking, so you smack his thigh a few times, tapping out. he pulls you back by your hair and you gasp for air, coughing and digging your nails in his skin as you try to gather yourself.
“color,” ony grunts. you can’t really hear him, too focused on trying to get your shit together. “huh?” you choke out, still catching your breath. your head’s almost spinning, not just from the loss of air, but from this whole damn demeanor ony has.
“what’s your color, baby?” he asks, pulling you by your hair to look up at him. and, ah, there it is, just a sprinkle of concern mixed in with the frustration. his eyes are sweeping over you, wondering if you’re okay and if he can keep going. always so considerate of you, even when he’s pissed off beyond compare.
“fucking green,” you huff, wiping your face. you’re practically on cloud nine and it has you wondering if you really are toxic, but you can’t think about all of that when your fine ass, monster dicked boyfriend is standing in front of you looking like that. your pussy’s been working overtime purring.
ony licks his lips as he watches you. it’s obvious you’re enjoying this, and he is too. there’s something about making a mess of you that makes him want to do this shit morning, noon, and night. maybe your lil ass was right, maybe he was scared.
not anymore though.
“love your stubborn ass. need to do that more often. get up and come ride what’s yours. wanna see that ass bounce,” he rumbles. he pulls the chair by the foot of the bed closer with ease and sits on the edge of the bed. “c’mon. I’m puttin’ yo ass to work.”
sheesh. you can’t believe you’ve gone so long without this, his whole, uninhibited self making your mouth water. you take a breath before pushing yourself up to stand. you throw your leg over his lap, giving him a marvelous view of your ass, and he takes the chance to smack it hard enough to sting.
“my lil slut. come put it on me, since you bad,” he mumbles. he’s once again hypnotized, always obsessed with his girl’s ass because it’s his. he’ll make sure it’s red and raw by the end of the night,
you feel him guide you into the position he wants, his usually soft and gentle touch aggressive. he maneuvers you so easily, whipping you into place like he’s just moving a pillow or something. another smack to your ass makes you moan, but his fingers playing with your pussy make you squeal.
“gotta getchu ready for me, pretty,” he murmurs, biting his lip as he watches his fingers play in your homemade water park. “always so wet for me, baby, but you’re drenched tonight. you like when daddy treats you like this, huh?” he asks, almost amazed.
you whine a moan when you feel his fingers press and swirl against your clit, the digits drowning in your wetness. his other hand comes down to your other cheek, whacking your ass with vigor. “that wasn’t rhetorical,” he grumbles.
“yes, daddy, I love it,” you whine, your hips pushing back for more of his attention on your sensitive core. he smacks your ass again, again, and again, watching it jiggle and move at his touch. you’re whining and wriggling on the seat, but you let out a nasty moan when you feel his fingers slip inside.
“fuuuck,” you moan, clenching around his fingers. he’s moving expertly, fingers curling just how you like it. when he leans to add his tongue to the mix, tracing ‘o’ ‘n’ ‘y’ over and over again, your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of his beard.
“mhm,” ony encourages, backing away enough to get a full view of your backside. “gonna fuck this pretty, messy pussy out the frame tonight. throw it back, lemme get a sneak peak of how you gonna take daddy’s big ass dick.”
“yes, sir,” you whine, starting to move your hips and ride his long, thick fingers. it feels so damn good, you can feel your mind slipping away and getting all fuzzy-like. your hand raises to grab your boob, squeezing and massaging it as you throw your head back.
“ohhh, it’s like that, huh? that’s a new one,” ony coos mockingly, having never heard you refer to him as such. he’s aching to reach and relieve himself if only slightly, but he can’t tear his hands away from your body for anything. “you actin’ like you respect me or some. guess I gotta treat you like this so you don’t play games in my face, huh? made me feel like a punk.”
you wish you can say you’re sorry, you really do, but with the way the night’s going? you’ll never regret this shit.
ever.
“j-just wanted all of you, daddy,” you moan, your head dipping forward as you continue to ride his fingers. his other hand slips from your ass to between your legs, starting to rub against your clit. your toes curl and another whine escapes you. “I don’t regret it, either,” you pant.
“oh, you don’t?” ony laughs. it’s almost sinister, a little too cocky and not even offended. he knows you’ll be fucked out by the end of all of this, there’s no doubt in his mind. he lands another spank to your ass, pulling his other hand away to lick it clean. “night’s still so young, sweetheart. don’t let your mouth write checks yo’ lil ass can’t cash.”
you whimper at the loss of his fingers, but you’re not wanting for long. you feel him slap his dick against your ass, obviously enamored. “just fuck me, damn,” you huff, reaching back to pump him a couple times. he groans at your touch, face scrunching because you know just how to work him.
“I need to shut you up again? cause I swear I can,” he grunts. he grabs the hand you have on him and pins it to your back before grabbing himself, lining up with your beautiful pussy, and pushing in. the sounds that both of you make should go in the hall of fame, both of you so worked up.
“ahh, ony,” you moan. he feels unreal, making himself at home in your guts. it’s got you clenching the chair with a death grip as you adjust to his size, his shallow thrusts digging into you slowly. “so big, daddy. love that dick,” you whimper.
“so why I’m doin’ the work? told yo’ ass to ride me. c’mon, mama, put on a show for your man,” he says breathlessly. he’s never been one to pretend your pussy doesn’t make him weak. he’s breathless, drowning in your perfect flower.
when you start to work your hips slowly, he has to lean back on one of his hands as he groans and rolls his eyes back. you grip him so perfectly and take him so damn well, he’s so sure there’s no better place to be than right here in you. he reaches to grab a handful of that ass and squeezes.
“so good,” you moan, moving your hips slowly as you settle into the best position you can. “daddy, you’re so perfect,” you groan, looking over your shoulder to lock eyes with him. you swear you can feel him jump within you.
he loves when you praise him back, telling him he’s in your guts or fucking you better than any man ever could. you’re looking at him with a gorgeous mix of love and lust in your eyes and it makes ony’s heart squeeze in his chest. he loves you so fucking much.
both of your breathing is deep now, lips bitten and licked in arousal and eyes low. he sits up and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you back to suck your tongue into his mouth. the kiss is sloppy and wet, and both of you can taste yourselves on the other’s tongue. you whine into the kiss as his hand wraps around the front of your neck to give a firm squeeze.
ony pulls back with a huff, his hand moving from your neck to smack your ass again. it stings so perfectly. “so why you make me out to be a punk, huh?” he asks. he can feel himself getting frustrated all over again just thinking about it. scared. he’ll show you scared. “playin in my face like that. girl, I’ll fuck yo’ pussy up. throw that ass on me before I get pissed off again.”
“anything for you, daddy,” you breathe out. “anything for you.” you start to pick up your pace, and soon you’re bouncing, bouncing, bouncing on ony’s perfect dick. he’s reaching places no one’s ever been and no one’s ever gonna be if you have any say. your moans are loud and you’re showing the fuck out.
ony’s in heaven, he’s sure of it. the way you’re gripping him, taking him so deep, the way you moan and whine for him, the perfect view he has of your reddening ass sore from his spanks… he wants to let his head fall back from the pleasure but he just can’t look away from you. you’re perfect.
“fuck, yeah, baby, take that dick. s’all yours, mama,” he groans. he can’t help but praise you, even if he’s still mad. the way you’re riding him is just undeniably, toe curlingly out of this damn world. “fuck, you workin’ me so good. ass so perfect, pussy just immaculate. keep goin’. keep fuckin’ goin.”
you whine, his words going straight to your core. your man is just everything, it’s so easy to lose yourself in him and give him the show you know he wants. he makes you feel like a fucking star. you let your head fall back, curls bouncing with each shift of your body as you reach between your legs and work your clit.
“gonna cuuum,” you whine, clenching around him. “holy fuck, ony! daddy, m’gonna—“
“push that shit out,” he grunts. it’s taking everything in him not to cum. he’s nowhere near done with you, so he reaches down to hold his base and stave off his orgasm for now. “let it go, baby. you worked hard for it. c’mon, wet daddy’s dick like only you can,” he encourages breathlessly.
it doesn’t take much longer before you’re doing exactly that, moaning his name so loud you wonder if people can hear you miles away. your hand is working yourself fast, clenching and squirting as your release washes over you in wave after wave. you pant and moan as you feel ony’s soothing hand rub up and down your back.
he leans forward to press kisses all over you. your back, your shoulders, your arms, your cheek, and finally your lips. you melt into his touch as you bask in the aftermath of your orgasm. “yeah, baby. did so fuckin’ good for daddy,” he murmurs in your ear. you hum softly, eyes closed as you just float.
you feel ony shifting, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you into his lap. he maneuvers your jelly-like body to rest against his chest. he’s careful as he lies back on the bed, rubbing your back as you curl up against him and nuzzle into his neck. his scent washes over you, comforting even if sweaty, and you let out a soft sigh,
you take some time to cool down, catching your breath and letting your body calm. ony’s hands are on you the entire time, soothing and caressing every part of you. he kisses your forehead and murmurs in your ear calmly, “take a break, babygirl. but I ain’t done with you.”
…pardon?
your eyes fly open at that.
“huh?” you ask, looking up at him like he’s insane. “are you kidding? I’m exhausted,” you rasp. and you really are. your legs and hips are sore like you just worked out, you feel all fucked out and sweaty and ready to roll over and go to bed.
ony chuckles, still rubbing your back. you’re funny if you think he’s letting you off that easy. his hand slides down to caress your ass, squeezing it. it’s sore from all that damn smacking he did. “you thought that’s all I was gonna do? nah, baby. hell no.”
you weakly raise up on your arms, looking at him incredulously. you’re met with a very serious look in his eye that actually kind of concerns you. he looks smug as he utters his next words. “I ain’t even come yet.”
your jaw drops. “what? there’s no way-“ you attempt to turn and look, not believing his ass. you just gave a five star show and he didn’t come? that’s almost offensive. ony grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him. his smile is gone, eyes looking fiery once again.
“what’s your color?”
you blink. and then you blink again. “you’re joking,” you say. but with the look in his eyes, you know he’s not. ony’s head tilts. “I told you, you asked for this. I asked if you can handle it, and you said ‘I can, daddy,’” he says, mocking your voice just slightly. “so, again, I ask: what’s your color?”
you stare at him for a moment, wondering if he’ll say ‘sike, let’s go to bed’ or laugh after a few seconds, but he doesn’t. he meets your stare with confidence, gaze never faltering. is this man insane? you wonder briefly. but there’s no way you’ll let him win or mock you. he’s right, you did ask for this and you did say you can handle it. what’s another round?
“green,” you answer firmly. you can do this, you can handle him. he’s always been so soft with you, and he’s probably tired as well, so there can’t be much else. you’re confident that you can show him just who the fuck you are.
a smile slowly crawls onto ony’s face in response. you have no idea that you’re flying right into the sun,
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you fucked up. there’s really no other way to put it.
who would’ve guessed?
you don’t know how long it’s been or how many orgasms you’ve endured, but ony’s still going. your ass is sore from spanking, voice raspy from moaning, and you’re a mess of sweat and cum.
“daddyyyy,” you whine, your head held back by your curls as ony drills into you from below. you’re on top of him, straddling him as you lean forward on your tired arms. ony’s got a firm grip on your hair, holding you to bare your neck as he kisses and sucks and bites marks into your skin.
“shut up and take this dick,” he grunts. “told yo’ ass not to play with me. this where that shit gets you.” he’s like an animal used to captivity out in the wild for the first time in years. you’re getting so much energy from him that’s been backed up for so long, and ony just can’t stop.
“s’too much, papa, fuck, I can’t take it,” you whimper. tears are falling from a mixture of pleasure and overwhelm, your body weak from so much exertion. but it’s still so fucking good, you’ve basically just given yourself over to him to do whatever he wants.
“you know your safeword,” he huffs. every orgasm, every time you need a break, he asks you your color, and every time it’s green. he’s keeping a close eye on you despite his feral demeanor, and he can tell that you’re not done yet. he trusts you’d use your safeword even if he couldn’t tell that you reached your limit.
“you made me do this, so you deal with it. you wanna tap out, tap out. I ain’t stoppin till I’m done,” he grunts. you feel so fucking good and you’re taking all of him so well. you’re still coming, still so damn wet and responding perfectly. those tears down your face only get him going more and more because he knows he’s fucking you good.
he brings your face to his, kissing you deeply once again. one of his hands moves to grip your thigh as his tongue swirls around yours. he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and making sounds from the aggressive kiss. he releases you once again and gets back to business.
he bucks up into you like you owe him money or something, digging into his pussy. you hiccup, eyes closing tight as you clench around him for the nth time. “fuck, fuck, fuck, please,” you whimper. your arms are shaking from the exercise, barely holding you up. after a few moments, they just give out completely.
“color, baby,” ony grunts as he slows down. he releases his grip on your hair as soon as your arms drop, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. your mind is so fuzzy, having an out of body experience with the way he just keeps pleasuring you. “g-green, papa,” you sniffle, your arms weakly wrapping around his neck.
you’re getting tired and he knows it. you’re almost at your limit and so is he. you’re so damn stubborn and just as obsessed with him as he is you. you’ve been a real trooper and he’ll admit that he underestimated you. you can keep up and handle him better than anyone.
but he’s going to come out as the winner.
“c’mon, get up. arch yo’ shit how I like it.”
you blink a few times, hesitating for just a moment as you look up at him. you’re happy to do what he wants, you‘re just a bit too blissed out to comprehend.
“you can’t hear me or sum?” he asks. his hand comes down and smacks your ass as the other holds you in place. you squeal a bit, your arms tightening around his neck. “get up and arch. wanna cum on that pretty ass.”
damn, he’s just so sexy like this. demanding, unforgiving, and so so serious. “o-okay,” you murmur, moving as quickly as you can in your weakened state to get into position. it’s almost pathetic how you can’t hold yourself up, laying your head on the pillow below you as you arch your ass into the air.
“look at you,” he croons, his hand shifting to caress your body. he rubs up your back and shoulders, reaching around you to gives your perfect tits a massage. he presses kisses down your shoulders and back before his hands meet your hips. he squeezes and grabs, shaking the prize in his eyes so that it moves in that hypnotic way he loves so damn much. “fine ass. actin’ out all damn night cause you wanna get dicked down like a fuckin’ slut.”
his hand comes down on your skin again, making you gasp softly and jump. “daddy’s needy girl, huh? freaky ass don’t want me to be nice to you. you wanna get treated like a ragdoll. hope I gave you exactly what you asked for.”
you sniffle and nod, hugging the pillow closer to you. “so much more, daddy. I-I like when you’re nice too I just needed this,” you whimper, pushing your hips back towards him in search of more of his touch.
he hums, rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs. “I know you did, babygirl, but I ain’t ask, did I?” he chuckles as he slides back into you. his hands come to either side of your waist, pulling you back to meet his slow thrusts. “you ever disrespect me like that again, this is where you gone end up. fucked up cause your damn ego is too big. don’t make me out to be a lil punk ever again, you get me?”
“I get you, papa,” you whimper, nuzzling into the comforter below you. his hips start to pick up pace and at this point, you’re just a whining and moaning mess under his touch. your toes are curled up and your eyes are finding their home in the back of your head once again.
“that’s what I fuckin’ thought. just cause I’m soft with you don’t mean I’m soft, baby. I’ll remind you over and over if I have to. pissin’ me off when you supposed to be my good girl,” he grunts, hand smacking the side of your thigh. he presses down on your waist, making you arch deeper so he can keep fucking you right.
you sniffle, more tears falling from your eyes in your overstimulation. he’s deep in you, loud squelches sounding from your weeping pussy. “m’sorry, daddy,” you whimper, hugging the pillow closer to you as he digs you out. you’re too tired and too exhausted at this point, extra sensitive in your current state. you feel bad for making him feel some type of way, hurting his pride just to get a reaction, even if it did give you what you’ve wanted.
but you’ve been humbled.
“there it is, there she goes. good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts. “been waitin’ all night for that. you sorry? tell daddy. speak up.” his hips meet yours sharper and sharper, your eyes crossing from the force of his thrusts. you whine and moan, feeling him grip your curls from behind to lift your head. “can’t hear you, baby. tell daddy you sorry,” he grumbles.
“fuuuck, i’m sorry, daddy. won’t disrespect you like that again! please forgive me,” you moan, hands gripping whatever you can for support. all you can do is take it, take it, take it, his hands holding you down by your waist and his hips never stopping. his eyes roll back and so do yours as you can feel that coil building in your stomach again.
“daddy’s gonna humble your pretty self whenever he needs to. don’t forget who run this shit,” he groans. his hands tighten around your waist and his breathing deepens into moan after moan. “keep tellin’ daddy you sorry. you want me to forgive you? you gone have to beg for it if you wanna catch this nut.”
“m’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorryyyy,” you whine and nod frantically. “want it, ony, gimme it! please, I’m so sorry! I was wrong, so fucking wrong. i’m gonna fucking come,” you huff. another smack lands on your ass and you whimper in response. “yeah, know that’s right,” ony grunts. you feel so fucking good, look so damn good. he just can’t get enough of your sounds.
“please, please, please,” you sob. “please forgive your babyyy, I’ll never please in your face again!” ony chuckles and lands another spank to your ass. you start to clench around him as your release crashes down on you. it hits you like a truck, and you actually feel breathless, moaning loudly s you make yet another mess of the sheets. “yes, yes, yes! oh fuck, ony, so perfect,” you cry.
ony fucks you through it, jaw dropping and eyebrows furrowing at the way you clench and spasm around him. “mmmm, fuck. take that shit, come all on this dick, princess. you sound so good begging for me. I forgive you, baby, swear I do. pussy too good to stay mad at you. fuck, I’m bouta nut,” he gasps.
he pulls out quickly, working himself with his hand as his other keeps his grip on you. he comes with a loud groan, painting your ass with his release as he breathes deep. he pants as he makes sure to get every last drop on that perfect bum of yours, hips twitching from the overstimulation. “holy fuck,” he moans. if you hadn’t already come before, his moans definitely would’ve sent you over the edge.
you collapse onto your stomach as you pant, eyes fluttering closed as you sit in awe of the night. never did you think that all of that was going to happen. you breathe deeply, feeling a chill go down your spine as your body calms. your limbs feel like you just left the gym and you’re truly, without a doubt, completely fucked out. you learned your lesson.
for the most part.
ony flops down next to you as he catches his breath, his arm covering his eyes. he hadn’t even realized how pent up he was. he’ll admit, he feels better. he’s glad he’s gotten his point across. the two of you stay like that for a while, letting your breathing even out as you recover from your overstimulation.
after a while, his eyes open and immediately find you, taking in your features. you look exhausted, but in a good way. he knows you’re going to sleep well tonight… and upon closer inspection, it looks like you’re on your way to that already.
he slowly sits up and reaches over to you, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. then he quietly leaves to the en suite bathroom and grabs a towel, running it under water. while it sits, he starts the tub. he returns just as quietly and uses the towel to gently clean the mess he left on your bum, being sure not to irritate the sore skin.
he discards the towel and calls out to you softly. “hey, baby,” he murmurs as he walks towards your side of the bed. he leans over, his thumb now softly tracing your jaw.
“hi,” you greet softly, your eyes opening. today’s been a long day, but very very great. you feel so sleepy and satisfied and you’re ready for bed.
“you okay, princess? how you feelin’?” he questions. he’s looking at you intently, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. it makes your heart flutter like always. you love him so damn much.
“I’m okay, ony. I really liked it, which I’m sure you could tell,” you laugh softly. it’s true, if your current state is anything to go by. you look all kinds of relaxed and he could tell that he made you come quite a few times tonight.
“you sure?” he asks again, hand now softly caressing your hip. he’s gentle as ever, back to being the ony that you’re used to. careful, attentive. “tell me bout myself if you need to,” he murmurs, making you laugh tiredly in response.
“• ᥫ᭡ •, baby, I’m serious,” he mumbles, cupping your cheek. “I love you. I need to know you’re good.” you can see the sincerity in his eyes and it makes you smile fondly. this man love loves you and you’re very grateful for him.
“I’m good, ony. I promise,” you reassure. you’re better than good, honestly. you’re fully satisfied, still secure in the fact that ony loves you and would never hurt you. he smiles and caresses your cheek for a little longer.
“good,” he murmurs, hands caressing you nonstop. his touch is so soothing that it’s almost putting you to sleep. “you were so perfect for me tonight, baby. you did so well taking all of me… I’m proud of you.” his words make you smile and he leans to press a kiss to your lips. “thanks, pa. love you so much,” you say softly.
“I love you more, babygirl,” he croons and kisses you once more. you look so beautiful, all tired and satisfied, looking up at him with heavy eyelids. he knows you’re seconds from sleep, but after such a long night the both of you really need to get clean.
“c’mere, princess,” he mutters, shifting to scoop you up into his arms. “gonna get you all cleaned up and then we’ll sleep, okay?” he says. you nod, curling up against him as your eyes fall shut. he presses a kiss to your forehead and carries you to the bathroom.
he sets you down first and then he follows to slide behind you, both of you sinking into the hot water with a sigh. ony’s eyes shut for a moment as he holds you close to him, rubbing your thigh tenderly. he stays like that for a while, feeling you lean back against him. you’re in bliss, just being held by him while the water relaxes your tired muscles.
eventually, he leans to press a kiss to your shoulder. he starts to wash you, murmuring soft reassurances in your ear. he’s careful, his touch making you hum softly, and you just about melt into his arms. he cleans you both, taking his time to caress and kiss whatever he can reach. he needs to make sure there’s no underlying tension after such a night, and he’s glad to see that you really are okay. just exhausted.
soon there both of you are dry and ony changes the sheets as you do your nighttime routine, wanting to make sure you both are as comfortable as you can be. when you exit the bathroom, you drop onto the bed with a light groan. ony chuckles and slides in next to you, pulling you close.
your back is against his chest, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck as your scent takes over his senses. he presses several tender kisses to your skin as he holds you close. you hum lightly in response, eyes closed as you bask in his sweet touch.
“I love you, princess,” he murmurs reverently. it’s the last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you.
a/n: started this in feb lol. you know how you take a picture but stare at it too long and start to hate it? yeah. me thinks I like the end product, though. I hope ya like itttt! feedback always welcome and wanted <3
description : The infamous popstar! (y/n) and semi-problematic trap rapper Onyankopon have never seen eye to eye, and it doesn't help that their fandoms are always at each other's throat. What happens when they decide to squash the beef with the popstars new song — EVERYDAY
warning : PORN WITH PLOT, Popstar!reader x Rapper!Ony, imagined with a black reader but can be seen as anyone, semi-southern!Ony(??), smut, cunnilingus, praise, semi-public sex, backshots, spitting, rough sex, cumming multiple times, reader has anxiety, pussy smacks
song : Everyday by ariana grande and future | Cockiness by Rihanna
authors note : this is NOT proof read, this is more first REAL long fic so be graceful😣 HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH
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Never in a million fucking years did you think you'd ever make a song with Onyankopon, notorious trap rapper from atlanta, who made it very known that he had no idea who you were or that you were even a fan of his in general during an interview.
"Are you aware that the global pop sensation (y/n) has taken a liking to your music, she said in one of her interviews that she wouldn't be opposed of making a song with you, how do you feel about that" The interviewer from GQ asks the 6'2'' figure in front of him. Unfortunately for ONY, who has smoked two blunts before this interview is too high to comprehend who this little pop sensation is. "To be for real wit you, i do not know who that is" ONY chuckled quietly. "oh-uh-um (y/n) (l/n)" the interviewers proclaims, ony leans his head to the side in confusion "The singer and song writer...2 time grammy winner...just announced her newest album 'All Day, All Night'..." Onyankopon stares at the interview with low red eyes, in full uncertainty " Ion really know who you're talkin about so whatsya next question?" ONY his dominance with just one sentence. making the interviewer flustered "O-oh! im sorry, y-yes of course, let's talk about your BET nominations" "hmm you good, i'm not really trippin"ONY laughed, as the interview continues.
hours after the video was posted (y/n) stan twitter, when in full explosive mode.
@/(y/n)ownsme185; WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHO TF THE PRINCESS OF POP IS?!?!?!
@/alldayallnightdefender202; ony quit playin you know you want that cookie bad
@/slvt4Ony101; @/alldayallnighdefender202 happy that maneater cant get an once of my kings attention, keep that ho AWAY from ony
anytime, I’m alone I can’t help thinking about you
Your dm's were flooded with messages from fans and friends alike, informing you of ONY's new interview and you being name dropped. You told yourself you didnt care, why would you care if he didnt know who you were, you knew who you were and that's all that mattered. You shouldn't care, but you also shouldn't be scrolling through tiktok of ONY's new interview. You try to compose yourself, get off the app before your mind spirals, but you couldn't stop yourself. You couldn't stop yourself when you went to the tiktok search bar and started to type 'Onyankopon edits', couldn't stop yourself from scrolling video, after video after fucking video.
all I want, all I need, honestly it’s just me and you
Analyzing how his canine grillz shined whenever he bite his lip, how his chocolate skin look the the studio light of the interview, how his low red eyes look at the camera like they were looking straight through your soul. So when your thighs started to clench from the heat in between your thighs you knew you were done for. ONY got to you and you fucking hated it, you exited out of the app, put your phone on the nightstand beside you, opened up your drawer and reached for the only thing that could give you your sweet satisfaction...your baby pink double sided rose toy.
he giving me that good shit that makes me not quit
you couldn't help but wonder what ONY would be like in bed, does he kiss gently, both hands on you cheeks softly nipping at your lips wanting to be tender with you..or does he grab you by the throat and force his tongue in between you glossy lips, teeth clashing, tongues lapping together...just straight nasty. You line on the rose directly with your clit, turning it onto the first setting "mmmhg" the vibrations from your bud send shivers throughout your entire body. you wonder how big his cock his, if it’s long and skinny, thick and short, or thick and long…god you it’s thick in long “fuucckk” you huff out, your head turning to the side out of pure pleasure, you press the rose deeper into you clit, turning it to the second setting. It’s feel sooo good, ‘could ONY make me feel this good’ you thought had you rotated you hips to feel more of that electricity surging through your whole body. Your mind drifts off thinking of ONY suckleing on your pretty clit, pulling back the hood and taking long licks from your gapping whole to your precious bud, pushing your thighs up to you ears so he can get the most out of that pussy, that sent you over the edge. You felt your high coming, you pressed your thighs together and lifted your legs, frantically circling your rose around you aching clit "o-oh my gOd, ohmygoddd fuckkkk" you bite your lip so hard you could have swore you would draw blood. "ONY" was the last work you could choke out before your eyes rolled into the bad of your head, counting constellations.
1 week later
It was the night of the BET awards, 3 hours before you were supposed to be on the carpet and you couldn't lie to yourself, you were extremely on edge. You were nominated for Best female rnb/pop artist and BET her award. Not only that but you were also performing you newest single "COCKINESS". After 4 years of being in the industry you're still fairly new and get self-conscious at times.
You stare in the mirror while your hairdresser weave strands every which way. You fidget with you hands, picking at you acrylic nails thinking of all the bad things that could happen tonight. You could lose both of your nominations...you could make a fool of yourself on stage...your dress has ripp mid red carpet or worse...ONY could be there. You don't understand why he has this much of an effect on you, why are you like this, you've never felt this way about anyone else, never so sexually frustrated, never so tense to see someone in person.
You’re driver arrives to the red carpet entrance, he peeks at you through the rear view mirror and notice the uneasy look you work “ma’am, you have no reason to be nervous, just breathe. There nothing more then people with cameras”. Little did your caring driver know it wasn’t the cameras you were worried about. You gave the driver and appreciative look with a smile, you looked down at you lacy burgundy red dress, playing with your golden bracelets out of frustration. Why did you care about ONY, it’s not like he’d ever give you the time of day, he didn’t even want to acknowledge you in the fucking interview, so why should you even acknowledge his existence. So fuck him literally. You take a deep breath letting all you anxiety go away, you nod your head at the driver. That was his cue to get out and open your car door.
The soft click of the door opening was all you need to get your shit straight, as soon as you put your foot on that carpet and grabbed the hand of your driver all eyes were on you. You were blinded by the cameras flashing, deaf from the paparazzi and fans screaming, muted by the pearly white smile you plastered on your done up face. Every step you take captivates the paparazzi "(Y/N) (Y/N) OVER HEAR BEAUTIFUL GIMME A SMILE" "GIVE US A TWIRL". You compy turning to your right where the shouts were coming from, step by step you get closer and closer to the reason why you were so nervous.
he giving me that good shit, that makes me not quit, that good shit
ONY was so distracted by all the comotion from the start of the carpet he almost forgot why he was he. Onyankopon was nominated for 'Album Of The year' and 'Best Male HipHop Artist'. it was only his second BET but he already knew his way around. His cream suit with star diamond embroidery was open, showing his full chest and his pec muscles, the silver chain decorating his neck. ONY turns to see what all the fuss about only to be met with a fucking angel. He's never seen someone so ethereal, 'This cant be her'. He has seen tiktoks about you, hes seen your edits, your concert clips but not even those do you justice. For the past week ONY would fuck his fist, spilling his hot cum all over the hardwood floor of his bedroom, just to the mere thought of you. Now seeing you in person, with his own two...god he thinks he can cum in his pants just looking at you. "ONY HEY OVER HERE, LOOK TO YOUR LEFT NOT YOUR RIGHT!!!" the paparazzi yells at the man, it takes him a second those, to mesmerized by your beautiful gown, glowing skin and how your espresso eyes catch his making his dich jump in his pant. He quickly looks away at the paparazzi, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets pushing down on his growing bulge.
ONY tried kept to himself for the rest of the night and so did you...but the production and organization teams of the BET thought would be a great fucking idea to sit you and ONY at the same.fucking.table. You tried your best to ignored him and for the most part it was working, but then you would catch a glimpse of him licking his lips while staring daggers into your soul. It made it hard for you to talk to your fellow celebrity friend SZA. There was no doubt that Stan twitter was going crazy right now, with the camera focusing distinctly on you and ony, how he’s watching you every move, how your completely neglecting the dark chocolate man across from you.
Anytime, everywhere, baby boy, I can misbehave
“AND NOW FOR THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR!! We’ve had so much incredible music moments this year is so hard to choose which is the best, our nominatees for the night areeee…” the announcers shouts into the mic looking over the crowed. ONY couldn’t give two fucks about the nominees nor how he was one of them, all he cared about was how that sloppy wet pussy would feel around his big throbbing cock, fuck he was so hard, he couldn’t help but ogle at the enchanting sight in front of him. You. Giggling at something one of your friends whispered in your ear, oh the nasty things he would whisper in your ear while he made you take all of his 8 inches. Maybe he would tell you how good of a girl you were being, how pretty you look when you cunts drooling all over his dick. Maybe he’s flip you in your hands and knees, arch your back with you hands behind you back and watch how you paint him white, tell you how fucking gorgeous you sound when you moan his-. “ONYANKOPON FOR HIS ALBUM OVERKILLL” ONY is immediately on his feet and out of his trance as he walks on to the stage to accept his award. He says his thank you and praises to his production team, his fans and his family.
Breathe me in, breathe me out
You can’t take your eyes off of him while he leaves the stage, the way his chest heaves with adrenaline from his most recent win, the way his silver canines show when he smiles ‘I wish he would leave bite marks all over my thighs’ you daydreamed about him to the point where you can feel you panties get wet from you slick. 25 minutes past and you win your first award of the night for Best Female Rnb/Pop Artist, you make your way backstage to change for your performance of ‘COCKINESS’
10 minutes until show time and your all done up with your stage outfit. You do a few vocal extensions to make sure you voice is all warmed up, you do dynamic stretching while going over through your dance routine in your head praying you don’t mess up. 3 minutes until show time and you and your beloved back up dancers are all in circle praying for good luck, all jittery from anticipation. You make your way on top the pitch black stage, the only lights illuminating from the audience, leaving the glittery edges of the stage visible. You can feel you heart beat in your ass as you place you self on your centered spot. As the slowly music starts the spot like is put on you, you look into the crowed and see cameras, friends, fans, coworkers and most of all ony. Every screen and eye was on you and boy did you love it.
The first note hit heard, along with the first movement, your chest vibrating with the beat, “EAT MY COCKINESS” you drop into a stratal, bouncing up and down until you manage to push you self on the floor, “LICK MY PERSUASION” slightly throwing your ass in a circle as you do a little push up. You bring yourself back to your knees and roll your body “EAT MY WORDS AND THEN SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE DOWN DOWN” Every word, every movement, ever facial expression had everyone hypnotized. Everyone but ONY, no no now ONY was watching you like a predator watched its prey, watched you tits jiggle, your ass shake, the sweat from you chest drip down to you belly, how your face would contorted into lewd expression while you danced and sang on that stage, ony was needy, ony was feral. “I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT WHEN YOU EAT IT” Your voice radiates through the building as you move your body from the cat and dog yoga pose straight to a doggy pose with a arched back…the same pose ONY wants to have you by the end of the night.
Fill me up, running through your veins
As the award show comes to the close, with you taking home 1/2 of your awards you feel extremely proud and accomplished. You faced your fears and got on that stage like it was yours, and it was for that moment. The closing performance is now on display as your friend gushes a about the BET after party that’s going on, she explains her needs and wants for you to attended but you unfortunately have to pass this down, you must wake up early to work on some of the songs for you upcoming album, much to her dismay she accepts your decline. ONY on the other head is furious..the fuck do you mean you not coming to the after party, he planned on making sure you left with a cum filled pussy maybe even a small apology for forgetting who his pretty little popstar was, but that’ll have to wait for another day.
3 days later, you wake up with semi sore muscles from pushing yourself past your limit during your performance. The morning light sneaking past your closed curtains made it hard for you to attempt to go back to sleep, rolling on your back and stretching your limbs as far as they can go, giving them sweet sweet relief from your curled sleeping position. You reach over and grab your phone only to see 5 miss calls from you manager and 2 text from 2:12am from no other than ony
Instagram; 2:12am — @/therealony has sent you two messages
5 Missed called from Hange!
You’re immediately awake, frantically rubbing your eyes to see if you’re dreaming, did ony really message you!?! What could he possibly want at 2 in the morning knowing damn well he probably only wanted some pussy. Not just any pussy though, your pussy. You open up ONY's message before calling Hange back, it’s okay she can wait, this is more important anyway.
Yo, I wanna apologize for speaking out of pocket during dat interview, ur performance was fire, it hit different yk
We should hop in the studio tg, heard ya got a new album droppin soon, I’m tryna slide on dat, lmk
He giving me that good shit that make me not quit that good shit
You don’t even know how to respond, ony, the man you’ve been touching you needy cunt to for the past 2 weeks want to make a song with you, wants you his studio. “I wonder what else he wants to slide into…”you whispered to yourself. Dirty thoughts consuming your thoughts... 'Okay bitch lock tf in' trying to motivate yourself to respond to the message you before at. You begin to type..
Hi! Thank you so much i really | 'no no no too preppy'
yeah sure just lmk | 'fuck thats to bland, i don't wanna come of room'
After 5 minutes of typing and deleting and typing and deleting you come to a compromise.
There’s no problem at all, and thank you, i greatly appreciate it. I hope that we can do some music together soon, just let me know when you are free.
You tried to be as professional as you can be, hoping your messages didn’t come off too rude or preppy. Your chest started to pull together, anxiety crept over your shoulder like a warm sweater, iching upon you little by little until you cant breath. You really need to get something for it, it’s starting to become a problem. You put your phone down, take a deep breath to calm your nerves and works kinda. As you lift yourself up off the bed to head to your bathroom so you can get ready a day of lazing around your pent house and watch the newest season of Love island you here your phone ping
wyd tonight round 7:40, pull up, i gotta studio I’ll send you the lo
‘Well fuck there goes my day of relaxation’ (y/n) pondered on what would've happened in this new episode of love island, what bullshit is huda and chelley gonna pull today, the delicious Buffalo Wild Wings she would miss out on, maybe the afternoon nap she would never get back. She also pondered on how tonight will go with ONY, will it stay professional or will hrt slutty thoughts get in the way. Maybe she’ll wear that tight backless top that hugs her curves just right, that tiny denim skirt that shows her panties when she bends down, hell maybe she won’t even wear panties.
7:25
your driver pulls up to a tall glass building with a big sign that reads 'Liberation Studios', You look at your message from ONY to make sure you got the right address
68 Freedom Way Blv, Liberation Studios. ima be on floor 4, room 9, see ya in a bit
"This is the right place, don't worry about a things, text me when your ready" your driver reasuress you as you take a step out of the car, your Chanel kitten heels hitting the pavement with uncertainty. 'One foot in front of the other (y/n), your okay, just breathe' you take a look at your outfit, you ruffled backless shirt and the mini skirt you told yourself you HAD to where, smoothing it all out as you shuffled you way through the parking lot to the entrance of the building. Immediately met with red carpet and black walls with silver accents. You gaze around your surroundings taking it all in, you see you big stair cases the loop around the main front desk with mashing red carpet and silver railings, a silver elevator on each the right and left side of the receptionist desk.
You make your way to the receptionist, her lean body, pale low eyes and blonde hair giving her an intimating presence, she looks at you with low bored eyes “can I help you?”, “Yes Im here to see Onyankopon?” Is the only this your able to squeak out before she’s violently typing at the computer, eyes focus on the screen in front of her, “Take the elevator to the 4 floor, 9th room on the right” the women replied dryly. “Okay thank you so much!” you leave her with a a polite smile, only to be met with a low hum as she turns her chair away from you. ‘Who pissed in her Cheerios’
It felt like you were trapped in that elevator for hours, just you, your shaking hands, the inside of your cheeks ragged from biting at them and the overwhelming thought of how ONY's cock would feel heavy on your tongue. When the elevator door opened you reached into your Chanel bag that perfectly matched your heels for your lip liner and gloss, lightly reapplying as you strutted your way to the black door with a silver number 9 plastered on the front. You could smell the weed from outside the door. You take a few deep breaths calming your nerves and putting on the persons you have when you’re on stage. knock, knock knock
As the door crept open your eyes are met with a big, tall, blonde figure, must’ve been ONY's bodyguard, at first he just stared at you like you were some kind of imposter, "Um, h-hi im here for ONY-" "Reiner get the fuck out da way damn" You hear a silky low voice yell at the the blonde figure in front of you, as he moves out of the doorway, you've met with familiar deep chocolate eyes. "Yo, Princess you 5 minutes early" ONY laughs at your promptness while you blush at your new nickname "don't worry bout it fr, come on, get in here girl" you make your way past the doorway, walking across the notorious rapper, you notice how he towers over you, making you slightly clench your thighs together"
You examine the room and see 3 other men, including his body gaurd, "Lemme introduce ya to everyone princess" ONY points at a man sitting on the coach in the back corner, licking the blunt so he can roll it better "dats connie" connie looks at you slightly with low red eyes and nods at you, you wave back in return. The room is flooded with lowlights smoke and music, making you feel dizzy. ONY puts his arm around your shoulder, the scent of weed, and a faint designer cologne, god you cant control your own pussy with the way its throbbing rn. "dats Eren, he's gon be helpin us produce today and you met reiner" The two men acknowledge you but only for a second. "so what kinda beat ya thinking of" ONY takes his arms off your shoulder and his hand on your lower back as he guides you near the infamous producer. ONY cant believe he has you hear right now, he cant believe your in that skimpy ass skirt, with you pretty lips all glossy, he can't wait to see it smear all over his hot pulsating cock. He tilts his head to the side slightly as you answer his question so quietly. "Well I actually have a song already" you explain digging for your phone in your purse "i just need to do some more vocals and you just need to write your verse, i already have a little idea but i'm not sure if your fuck wit it for real" you ramble, your so damn frustrated and flustered that your fucking rambling... ONY thinks it so damn cute. "lemme see what you got princess" only smiles letting his canine grillz fully visible.
The studio is filled with your your light falsetto, cutting through the room like warm sunlight. Your voice controlled and delicate focusing on the lyrics in front of you. Your body moves to the rhythm, swaying your hips as the soft light makes your skin glow. ONY is mesmerized by you, staring at you like your the only person in the room. watching you move your hips, wishing he place his hands on your hips and make you ride his dick like a pogostick.
"Make me go..."
"la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,"
"la, la, la, la la, la,"
"everyday, everyday"
"la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,"
"la, la, la, la la, la,"
"everyday, everyday"
you exit the music booth and stand next to eren as he works of the table. You stared at ONY through the glass as he spits his verse. you cant but watch his lips move and his low voice rap the lyrics, his adams apple moves up and down...fuck you wanted his mouth on you, your lips, your neck, hips, thigh, ...pussy.
"I put that work on you everyday from the night fall to the sun shine"
"you done fell in love with a bad guys"
"i don't compromise my passion"
The deep tone of ONY's voice are smooth and intimate as he raps his verse. Bopping his head up and down to the beat, helping him stay on top of it. He cant help but catch little glances at you, he knows exactly what your thinking, the way your biting your lip just from his words, how your clenching your thighs...oh yeah he's on that.
"im about to put all this vintage loving on you"
"baby like it was the late 80's"
"when you ride on me, baby rotate it”
And with that finishing lyric the song was done "ight O that was fire, you good to hop out da booth" Eren speaks through ONYfrom the chair mike. He makes his way out the book with eyes locked on you, "gimme bout 3 days and i'll send the song back to you mkay?" the long haired man noted to you" "okay! sounds good, i should head out no-" you were cut off by a low voice "Nah i need everybody out the studio right now...everyone but you princess" He looked at you dangerously as everyone excited the room. it was just you and him alone. The man of your deepest desires, the man you greedily rubbed your clit too every fucking night. the last thing you rembered is his warm firm hand wrapping gently around your throat, pulling you into a hot, wet kiss.
The way your tongues massage together, makes you purr against his mouth. His hand slips from your throat to your hips tithe back of your thighs forcefully picking you up. Like second nature your legs wrapped tightly around his hips never break the kiss. ONY carries you to the leather couch in the corner and softly set you down like he’s afraid to break you, but trust me, breaking you is all he wants to do right now.
he giving me that good shit, that make me not quit, that good shit
He kneels down on the floor and starts kissing your cheeks, to your jaw, to you neck and chest, he reaches his hand behind you back making you arch so he can take of your shirt. “Been thinkin about ya for weeks princess” ONY sighs softly against your skin as he takes you nipple patches off with his teeth. A desperate hiss comes from your mouth at the stings from the patches, suddenly your his turns into a needy whimper as ONY locks his mouth on you right nip, eagerly sick hat the bud “mmmh, f-fuck on-y” you grab the back of his head, nails light scratching at the fade in the bag, you can’t help but push your body up to feel more of his tongue.
His other hand pinches your left nipple, he cant let both his girls go unsatisfied. You sucks your you nipple until he sees it’s red and hard, finally satisfied he moves to the other giving it the same attention. Your brows your staunch up in pleasure, you can’t believe your fantasies are coming true. You try you hardest to grind you cunt on ony, any kind of relief will help you, you so needy, you can’t believe feel you clits own heartbreak, how you whole is gapping around nothing but air. ONY can feel you gyrate your hips into is abdomen. "yeah, princess? dats where ya need me?" ONY glances up at you while kissing down your stomach, your breath hitches as he gets closer and closer to where you yearn for him the most. "come on princess tell me what ya want" you hesitate at first, but then he begin slitting your denim skirt bunched up to your hips, grabbing the back of your knees and pushing them apart to get a better view of you panti-
ONY ony chokes on a chuckle, much to his amusement and his excitement, his pretty little popstar came to the studio with no panties on, her wetness covering her inner thighs, folds and clit. "tsk tsk tsk...ya came here wearing no panties?" he cocks his eyebrow at you "you knew you were getting you pretty pussy played with huh" he leans his head down to take a tender kiss to your thighs, lighting letting his grillzs gently nip of the soft flesh. "if you aint gon tell em what ya want aint gon touch you" ONY continued to nip at you thigh..until he bit it completely "OW!" you gasp from the sudden pain "don't get all shy on me now princess, you can talk about getting you 'persuasion' licked on dat stage but aint gon tell me when im right in front of ur pussy". You felt your cheeks flush as you grow frustrated, he already knows what you want so why must you have to say it. "I want you to eat my pussy ONY" you muttered in frustration as you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him towards your throbbing clit.
Oh he give it to me
everyday, everyday, everyday
ONY could only smirk at your enthusiasm, he hooks is lips on to your clit sucking ferociously, making your back arch into a C. "Ahh-ah F-uckk". You grab the back of his head pushing his further into your bud as you rotate you hips into his face. The sexy man in between your push your legs further back, taking a long strip up your entire cunt, tasting all your juices and drinking you up like fine wine. ONY teasingly pulls back the hood your your clit and circles it with his tongue drawing out sweet little moans from you. "o-ony babyyy" your voice shaky and gasping for air. All the times you have fantasised about him, now you finally have him. "god damn girl" ONY comes up for, "you taste better then i thought you would" he says as he reaches his hand down to prod at your sopping whole, inserting two fingers and curling them up inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth contorts to a O, all ONY can do is stare at you, watch your face and body be consumed by pleasure, dipping his head back down to lap at you bullied clit. Your chest heaves with anticipation, feeling the tension building in your core, you could unravel at any second.
ONY adds a third finger roughly pumping them in and out, moving them up and down in side you, he’s in just the right angle to to you you squirming all over the couch, hitting that spot that made you your thighs tremble around his head. “That’s it princess, come on, gimme that nut” ONY mumbles into your bundle of nerves. Your hand grips at the leather cushion while you other frantically pushing Ony deeper into you, your thigh threatening to close on his head. ONY pulls his fingers on our your pulsating cunt much to your disappointment, to drunk on the way he’s flicking his tongue on your clit you barely notice him being his hand up and swing it down to lay a firm SMACK! on you soaking pussy. “A-AH” You screech and jolt your body up at the pain “keep those fuckin legs open ya hear me” all you can do is nod with need.
He grabs your hands and make you hold you legs open for him “close you legs again and you ain’t gon cum” with that he plunges his three fingers back into your pussy immediately hitting your g-spot, fearlessly taking you clit back into his mouth, he’s not gonna stop until your dripping down his face. “mhhmm” he moans around your clit in awe of how good you taste. The vibrations traveling through your entire body making you tremble “Ha-ahhh y-yess” you nod your head in approval “just like that, k-keep goingggg” you cry, you cry out for the man making you feel on cloud 9, you cry out for him, for ONY. You roll you head back almost at the edge “uh uh princess, eyes on me, I wanna see those pretty eyes dilate when I make you cum”. That’s all you needed, you were done for from just looking into his deep brown eyes. The rush hit you all at once, waves of pleasure consuming you, making you arch your back into his hot tongue and fingers. Your cunt couldn’t help but ooze with sticky liquid all over onys thick fingers. “OUUU-AHHH”.
he give it to me
everyday, everyday, everyday
You go limp on the leather couch as ONY continues to eat you like a starved man, you try so hard to push his head away from you bruised clit he just won’t let up. “B-baby plea-see”. You nerves were so sensitive, too sensitive, what once was undeniable pleasure started to turn into a mixture of pain. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as you tried to pull away, thank god ONY let you. He pulled his fingers out and licked your juices off his middle and ring finger “mmmh you taste so good princess, here” he lift is remaining index finger to you mouth “taste yourself pretty”. You open you mouth to let his fingers into you, sucking on it and tasting you own arousal. You look up at ONY with your big bambi eyes, glossy for your most recent orgasm, dark hungry ones look back at you with earnest, “gooood girl” he drags out his words has he takes his finger out from your mouth.
His hands reach for his pants that hang low on his hips, you can see his mid drift peek up from under his shirt, revealing his v-line, seeing it had your mouth watering, you need to get you lips around his cock immediately. You shaking hands reach for him belt look, lightly tugging at it making him snicker. “Nah princess tonight’s about you ight, now turn around and arch that back fa me” he smiles slightly and caresses your bottom lips. You comply, turning over, the leather of the couch slighting stinging your knees, you grab onto the back of the of it, praying it’ll give you the security you know you’ll need soon.
ONY rubs his hand up and down the your sides, feeling you soft body, he’s never felt anything so soft in his life, he wonders if your pussy will my softer. He arches over you body, taking your chin in his hand ask you politely to.. “spit in my hand baby” you breath is caught in your throat from the idea, the gesture alone made you cunt pulsate with need. You gathered as much spit as you dry mouth would allow you. Spilling it all into his hand, “good girl”. He praises you as he leans back to stroke his cock with your spit, pushing the tip in between your slippery folds. “Mmhhh, baby your so wettt, who got you dis wet princess?” He hums prodding his tip into your entrance. You swallowed hard and softly squeak out a little- “you ony, you got m-me so wet”. That’s all he needed to sink his cocked deep in your sloppy cunt. “Ooouuu ONY” you can feel the pressure of him inside you, you can feel every vein in his cock, how his mushroom tip reaches so deep he’s so close to your cervix. You deepen your arch wanting needing to feel more of him, looking back to see ONY bewitched by your pussy, he gives you one good thrust, watching your pussy lips engulf him. The way your cunt swallow him with every slow thrust, makes him needier and needier with everyone.
Oh he give it to me
everyday, everyday, everyday
Much to his surprise that his pretty little popstar starts to fuck herself on his dick. You back curves, steadily throwing your plump ass back on him. He watches it recoil has he grabs your hips with urgency, fucking you back. A soft broken whimper slipped from your lips “Ahhhmmm” biting on the leather in front of you so die down your moans. ONY noticed…and oh he didn’t like that, why were you trying to hide those pretty moans from him? That’s so unfair, so in retaliation ony took his palms and pressed into your lower back, making his cock slam against your poor cervix. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, arm flying behind you to grab on to his forearms. ONY bites his lip, grillz gleaming in the low light. “fuckkk!!” “I knowww, baby I know” he lowly grunts “but you tired to hide those pretty little moans—“ he reaches one of his hands to hold your jaw and tilt your head back, his other hand pressed firmly on your back, making you keep that arch consistent as he thrust into you. PLAP PLAP PLAP your pussy clenches around him making the most delicious gushy sound as he fucks you.
ONY makes direct eye contact with you leaning his head to whisper filth into your ear. “ya hear that princess?" he purrs in your ear. PLAP PLAP PLAP is all you can hear right now and ONY's nasty words. "listen to her princess, she's singin for me baby, she sounds sooo pretty" he grunts in your ear leaning down to nuzzle against your neck. Smelling your Chanel Gardénia perfume mixed with you sweat, ony lakes a long stride, licking you your neck to nibble on your earlobe. Thrust getting off balance, he can’t cum yet, his girl need to cum at least one more time before he does he thought.
make me go...
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la
la,la,la,la,la,la
He moves his hand from your lower back inching it down your hips to your thighs, straight to your swollen clit. “Mmmmphhfuckkk onyy pl-please” your breath hitches as he started to rub tight circles around you clit. “Please what baby, huh? Tell ony what you need” he turns your head to him nipping at your lips, “come on.” “I n-need to cum” you kiss him back, licking his bottom lips before whispering “i need you to make me cumm”. ONY immediately closes the gap between you guys, sucking your tongue into his mouth, has his fingers work miracles in between your thighs. ONY breaks the kiss, letting go of your jaw and grabby a fist full of your hair to put an arch in your back. “You gonna cum for me again princess” he pants in you ear “cum on my cock baby, you can do it, just let go for ony”. You can feel it, that tension you felt when he was face first into your pussy, but it’s different. You feel it deeper in your core, every time you hits you cervix and rubs your clit you feel it. You’re no longer moaning, silenced by the sharp, deep thrust ony is giving you, all you can do is huff and puff as your vision goes blurry.
give it to me, to
(she got me on it...)
He can feel how you tighten around him, yours knows, first time fucking you and he already knows your body. “Dat my girllll, yeahhh” “Cum” PLAP “for” PLAP “me” and just like that the earth shatters, high pitch squeaks escape from your throat as ONY praises you from behind. Your so overwhelmed so sensitive, you fall forward on the back of the couch, to tired to move, legs shaking, “th-at’s my good girl, f-fuck I knew you could do it pr-incess ahhg fuckk” ONY squeezes his eyes shut had his hips stutter, he pull out at the right moment, painting your back white like you were his personal canvas.
oh, he give it to me every day
You're both sweating, ONY is sprawled over your body, hyperventilating has his kisses your shoulder. You regain your composer, body buzzing and pussy aching. "You ight princess? Was I to rough wit ya" he expresses his concern for you, the last thing he wished for was to cause you any harm especially since he let all of his pent up energy on you. "mhmm, m'okay" you mumble has your head hung low with exhaustion. ONY reaches other to grab some tissues to clean you up, He rolls his pants back up and sits next to you"You did so good for me baby, c'mere" you slowly crawl into his lap, letting him wrap his big arm around your waist. You gently lay your head on his sweaty chest still in his white wife beater, you can feel his heart beating in a steady rhythm. his right hand lovingly massages your knees, trying to sooth the burns from the leather as he tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear. Your voice trembles, youre barely able to get a few words out from how hoarse you vocal cords were but somehow you managed "Do you know who i am now". The last thing you hear before drifting off into sleep was a deep chuckles, feeling a small peck on your hairline.
you think he’s gonna keep his hands off you just because another nigga watchin? hell no. everyone around you is just passing by. you’re his for life and he’ll do what he damn well pleases, especially when it makes you look at him like he hung the moon just for you.
in fact, he’s always touching you in some way. hand on your thigh or resting on the small of your back, arm around your shoulders or waist. he wants you close. for safety, for lovin’ and affection, for… just cause.
like the time you went to go see a play together. you were so tired from work, but reassured him that you wanted to go, especially because you’d already bought the tickets the week before.
of course, you fell asleep halfway through. ony didn’t really think you were missing out on much, anyway. the next one would be better, so in the meantime, he gently directed your head to rest on his shoulder. he rubbed your nape to keep you soothed and kissed your forehead whenever he felt the urge.
he knew the couple behind him was muttering about y’all. something about theatre etiquette and respect, which he absolutely understood. but you were towards the back of the theatre and not bothering anyone, and they were the ones audibly talking. one nasty look over the shoulder shut them the hell up.
or another time when you were at the park for a free concert series. it was a beautiful day out, not too hot with a nice breeze. everyone had their blankets and chairs out to watch the performers, drinks in their hands and food in their laps.
one of the bands started to play your song, and you immediately knew what was about to happen. you playfully fought him as he tried to pull you up into his arms, but ultimately lost. everyone watched with smiling faces as the two of you danced and sang together. some couples even followed suit.
and of course there are times where you have to tell him to chill out. whenever you look too damn good in the back of the club, lights illuminating you like some siren of the sea. it’s so easy for ony to get captivated with kwn playing in the background and the haze he’s feeling from drinking.
he’ll box you in with his arms on either side of your body, press himself against you so you can feel just how affected he is, and let his head rest on your shoulder while he presses wet kisses to your skin.
“why you look so fuckin’ good right now, huh? ass all out like you want me to lose my decorum.”
“you don’t have decorum, ony.”
“fuckin’ right. come to the bathroom real quick.”
“baby, I’m not about to let you fuck me in some nasty ass club.”
“lemme eat that pussy then.”
“ony!”
you always end up compromising. no bathroom sex ever, but if the two of you slip out a lil early, no one’s mad. ony has to keep his hands to himself the whole ride home and if he says anything inappropriate, he has to apologize to the driver immediately.
but when you get home and there’s no one around to interrupt? good luck to you, girl.
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“why you’n want me to show love to you, huh? why you bein’ like that?” ony grunts. he’s on you, hand wrapped around your throat and voice deep in your ear. he’s working his hips slow, matching the song in the background.
it’s torture.
god, he’s so thick and deep in you. your toes curl with every thrust, moans escaping you every time his hips push into yours, and you’re just gushing. you can both hear your wetness over the music and it makes you hot with arousal.
“wanna be on you all the time,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. the way you cradle the back of his head has his eyes falling shut. “wanna be damn near in yo skin but you keep pushin’ me back like you ain’t mine. you’n like me no more?”
“that’s…” you start breathily, another moan tumbling from your lips. he’s just all in your space, sucking marks on your body and fucking you without a care in the world. obviously you fucking love him. “that’s not iiiit, ony. you go too far if I don’t- fuck- if I don’t stop you.”
he doesn’t like those words. too far? he’s got a ring in his desk right now ready to make you his forever and you think he can take it too far? nah, he’s gone take it to hell. “so you want me to stop, huh? that what you want?”
when his hips start to slow, you’re almost ashamed of how upset you get. “all I wanna do is love on you, baby. but if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
“don’t fucking stop, please,” you groan and rake your nails down his back. ony licks his lips at the feel of your legs hugging around his waist. “that’s not what I meant, that’s not what I meant.”
the plan was to be mean, pull out and make you play with that pretty pussy until you apologized enough to his standards. but fuck, the way you clench around him like you just can’t bear to let him leave the depths of you have him melting. he’s no fucking good when it comes to you.
ony groans deep, hand gently squeezing your neck for a moment. thick, warm lips meet yours in a heated kiss as he starts to thrust into your wet heat again. “oughta make you beg for it. been so mean to me, baby, you know I always wanna be deep in my pussy.”
you squeal as he starts to put his weight into his thrusts, pressing into you deeper than you could’ve thought you’d be able to take. it feels so damn good, like he’s reaching your soul. you welcome it with open arms, back arching from the bed.
“but I love my lady too much,” he pants. you feel his body shift and suddenly he’s far enough for you to meet those pretty brown eyes of his but still feel his breath on your skin. his gaze is clouded and you swear you can see every bit of love he has for you in them.
he leans to rest his forehead against yours and he smiles blissfully at the sounds of your uncontrollable whimpers. it’s a tender moment, much different from the way he’s still dropping his fat dick into your gummy walls. “can never deny you. I won’t ever deny you, beautiful.”
She’s so sweet and oblivious to him and his flirting until he invites her over to his place and he folds her ass up as he been wanting to do since he saw her
Rahhhhh!!!!! u got me :) (it's gonna be short. im not the best at writing full length stories 😢)
warnings: smut, unprotected, ass slapping, reader is oblivious, cussing , mdni!
"So is that a yes, mama?" Ony looked at her leaning against the wall. He smirked showing his bottom row of grills as he practically undressed you. You wore that little piece of fabric you called a top and the short skirt that basically had your ass out for all to see. You were silent for a second before nodding. "Sure, I'll be there at 7, how's that?" You spoke sweetly giving him a cheerful smile not thinking your night would turn out completely different than completing the assignment for their physics class. "7's fine, ma..."
You screamed into the pillow as your pretty lashes stuck together from the fat tear's rolling down your cheeks. Ony grunted grabbing your waist with one hand as he wrapped his other around the back of your neck forcing your back arched as he pounded into that sweet pussy. "Shitttt...pussy so fuckin' good, mama, shit talkin’ to me.." You let out a sharp gasp as the angle aloud him to hit your g-spot. "'Ish t'much, Onyyyy...!" You gasped feeling that familiar coil in your stomach buildup. He let out a low and deep chuckle wrapping the hand that was around your neck on the rolls of your hips. He felt euphoric as he bullied his dick into your tight cunt. "Cmon, take this shit...Don't run, baby" He groaned as you tightened around his dick grasping for purchase. “M-Mm’ c-cummin-“ You gasped out, eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Cum all over yo’ dick mama’ dis what you wanted, huh?” He bit his bottom lip bottoming out in her tight heat before pulling out just enough for him to slam back in.
“Y-yes… nngh… uwahh..” You gasps as he lands a smack across her ass. Your legs twitch as your walls broke, orgasm shooting through you and soaking where you and Ony are connected. “Mm’ finna fuck this pussy all night” He smirked, gold grillz shining in his mouth as he threw your thighs over his shoulder.
this is almost 93% inspired by a particular occurrence when a guy made me cum so hard that i cried n immediately got foggy in da head . hate him now tho !
tear tracks are still sticky on the skin of your cheeks as you lift your glistening face from its place shoved in the duvet, hearing him faintly pant as the bathroom light flickers on.
a sizzling pain welts within the shape of his hand on the globe of your right ass cheek and your pussy still lightly puffs out wisps of air from the somewhat abrupt pull of his cock and all its thickness from out of you as he heaves an out of breath sigh while muttering “alright, alright.” you hear the faucet’s knob squeak as a rush of water soon then follows.
that first sniffle you give lets him already know what kind of night it’s going to be.
“here i come, mama. here i come.”
onyankopon’s fingers are damp . . whether with water, sweat, or your cum, you don’t know — as he holds your legs open to wipe away the thick, creamy mess that smears across your inner thighs with a cool cloth. “shit,” he murmurs, powerless to keeping his eyes away from the sight your gooey cunt between them. your clit still pushes out a bit, swollen and slick, as it seems to twitch beneath his stare. “you still drippin’, baby.”
you try to shy away — flinch and go to snap your legs closed — but he’s right there, forcing them open to give a rather mean pinch to the tender bud just to hear you whine. a pearly white smile is bitten over the pillow of his bottom lip as he chuckles.
ony can’t lie. he loves when you get like this — when your brain’s practically been fucked out of your body, leaving you soft, tired, and pliant. whatever sharp edges you entered his bedroom with have been buffed smooth. you’re quiet, in an almost faraway kind of way, eyes glazed over as though you’re on another realm entirely.
he bends himself further down, palms pressed flat on either side of your hips to stamp a soft kiss right between the hollows of your back dimples. he feels your weight sink deeper within the sheets as he gives another and another, working himself up until he’s at the base of your neck. you whimper, he hums. “you okay.” it’s muttered against your skin as you hear him toss the rag on his nightstand to then grab you by the waist to turn you over.
onyankopon lets his mind replay — he remembers the angles, how easily you molded into the positions he placed you in, the way your body quivered underneath his fingers. it all lingers in his mind, in the most gratifying way. how you completely broke underneath him. now you’re this — a pile of mush, boneless and teary eyed, the rest of the world nothing but a blur around you both.
you feel him smooth a hand over your thigh, touch gentler than it was ten minutes ago when he was gripping at it hard enough to let bruises of purple bloom beneath the pads of his fingers to keep it pinned against the mattress. you twitch. he stills. “hey,” his voice is guttural and low. it always is. you sniffle again and go to tuck your face against the warm skin of his pectorals. “easy. there you go.”
his body leans over yours, reaching past to grab the remote and his insulated water bottle from off of the nightstand. one click of a button and his bedroom that was once bathed in the milky glow of the barely rising moon is shining with the nostalgic colors of an early nineties sitcom. you hear a pop then his finger is nudging at your cheek, making you turn your face from being buried within his chest. “c’mon, mama. jus’ a sip.”
you obey. it’s instantaneous. your mouth closes around the wide nozzle as he holds it just right to allow you to drink. water — cold, grounding. onyankopon watches your throat move, counts each swallow because it matters. this matters.
he gives another hum when you’re done, takes a few for himself prior to settling the cup back where it’s meant to be. he doesn’t let go of you, not for a second. his arm stays ringed around your waist, hand clutches at it as though he knows it’s the only thing holding you in tact.
a beat passes.
“you wit’me?”
you nod slow. head feeling as though it’s filled with fuzz but still somewhat present.
the corner of his lips rise. he’s smug but not completely. there’s a tinge of repose there too. “you did good,” he says, voice still quiet as he brushes a braid from out of your line of vision, off of your still sticky face. “fuckin’ perfect.”
his praise makes your heart skip. you flutter your eyes up to meet his and he bathes in the glassy shine of them. “was it cool?” he asks. “did i make you feel good?”
there’s no pressure. he’s just checking. because this part matters too.
when the first signs of a pout starts to push at your lips, he’s smiling again and leaning in to kiss it away. “y-yeah,” you’re mewling, voice a small thing. “felt so good, yannie.”
he huffs a gentle laugh and pecks your forehead. “good. i wanted it to.”
his thumb traces your cheek bone and you lean into the warmth of his palm, needy for his touch. the television murmurs on as he adjusts you both higher up against his pillows. the new position encourages you to practically lie your entire body upon his. he takes all of your weight, easily. there’s another pop then his water bottle is back nudging at your lips. “couple more.”
you sip until the only thing that clatters around inside of it are a few lone ice cubes and when you’re done with it, he’s pulling the bottle away to set it back once more.
eyes still unfocused, you let your brain float as it works slowly to compartmentalize almost everything that just happened. his tatted hand wrapped around your throat as he used it for leverage to force you back into merciless pounds, his cum still potent and thick in the cord of your esophagus. your face warms as you think about how whiny you were — hiccuping and breathy when you told him he’s too big, that you felt him in your tummy, how you couldn’t take it.
“i got you.” it’s a statement and a promise.
engulfed within his arms, hearts beating in sync, you believe him.
betty blue (1986)
eyes wide shut (1999)
rolls-royce baby (1975)
white palace (1990)
minnie and moskowitz (1971)
a virgin among the living dead (1973)
wait until dark (1967)
the girl with a pistol (1968)
peppermint frappe (1967)
bonnie and clyde (1967)
assault on a queen (1966)
waiting to exhale (1995)
the killing of a chinese bookie (1976)
black sabbath (1963)
jackie brown (1997)
first love (1978)
the birds (1963)
the house that dripped blood (1971)
black christmas (1974)
basic instinct (1992)
la riffa (1991)
sleep with me (1994)
tokyo decadence (1992)
3 women (1977)
lewis & clark & george (1997)
torso (1973)
vladimir and rosa (1971)
the chinese (1967)
two or three things i know about her (1967)
an officer and a gentleman (1982)
Especially after your son was born, keeping yourself mentally healthy wasn’t a choice anymore, it was a responsibility. You’d made a home out of it—making sure everything felt alive. Soft R&B playing while you watered your plants that have your surrounding some color, eucalyptus in the shower, lavender oil on your wrists before bed, affirmations, staying connected with people you love. Little routines that reminded you that you were still yourself somewhere beneath the endless responsibilities.
But this week had been eating away at all that calm. You hadn’t felt this stressed in months, not following any of your routine. Your toddler was deep in the terrible twos, a lot of emotions in a tiny body that refused naps and at the same time was only upset because he was tired. Most days felt like you were running all over the place: your head throbbed, sleep deprived, felt like you were dissociating every second.
The weekend couldn’t come any slower but you’re so glad it did. Two whole days where you didn’t have to juggle schedules and deadlines. Just two days you weren’t responsible for keeping anyone alive but yourself.
Dropping your son off at Ony’s mom’s house was ritual, it never lost that comfortable feeling. You stepped inside her house after taking him out of the car seat, gave her a quick hug and a soft, “How are you?” while your child darted off to play. Ony was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water, just ‘coincidentally’ there to help his mom rearrange the living room. His eyes lingered on you like he couldn’t help himself—opening his big arms for a hug after you and his mom were done eachother’s ears off. The moment he opened his arms to you, you didn’t hesitate—stepped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, heels of your feet slightly off the ground. He pulled you in for a tight hug, letting you melt into him for a second. As you held him—both of you swaying side to side in sync—you launched into a brief vent about how stressed you’d been lately, how badly you needed a break, and he just attentively listened, letting you exhale. He whispered in your ear something reminding you how important it is to take care of yourself.
As soon as you got home and shut your front door, you never slid into a bathtub so fast in your life—lights dim, candles lit, finally getting to journal in your notebook that was basically collecting dust. It all felt like a breath of fresh air, your shoulders finally dropping after what feels like years while the steaming warm water surrounded your body.
As soon as you stepped out of the bath, your skin glistening and scented with your too expensive body wash, you massaged oil into your body, your braids catching the light from the freshly applied jojoba oil. And even though you’d tackled everything on your little to-do list—went to the gym for the first time in a while, took a long bath, shaved, cleaned all of kids toys all over your living room floor, folded the laundry that had been piling up, rewatched a season of your guilty pleasure reality tv show, and even organized your snack drawer that you devoured during your last cycle—you still felt something missing. All the self-care in the world had eased most of your stress, calmed your blood pressure, but there was a low, insistent voice that you something else in the back of your head you couldn’t ignore.
You put your through blanket over your body. The TV playing low, a half-empty home-made matcha on the coffee table, your phone somewhere under a throw pillow, no child screaming, quiet—the peace you were craving.
Still, something wasn’t fully satisfied. You were supposed to feel content by now. But your mind kept wandering, eyes flicking to your phone like it owed you something.
It would be so much better if you had some dick.
You hated that thought, but it sat unmoving, like it wouldn’t stop until you had some. There was no fighting it even though this was supposed to be your alone time. And obviously, your brain skipped straight to Ony.
You bit your lip, smiling before you even realized you were doing it.
He probably still over there helping his mama move furniture, you told yourself, scrolling aimlessly now, pretending you weren’t checking to see if he’d called you.
Right on cue, your phone buzzed.
“You home?”
You blinked at the screen for a second before typing back, thumbs hesitating like you weren’t already grinning.
“yeah, why?”
He took a second before replying. Watching the three dots disappear and pop back up twice.
“Left my jacket in your trunk last time. You already laying down?”
There was no jacket in your trunk. You’d just been in there grabbing your son’s overnight bag—you knew that. But you also knew what that text really meant.
“no, come get it.”
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The reality show you couldn’t care less about right now played in the back while you were bouncing on his dick like it owed you something, one hand braced against his stomach to steady yourself. He’d told you “take all you want, mama”— and you took it serious. A week without Ony had you moving like a completely different person, riding is your least favorite but from the outside looking in—you would’ve thought it was your favorite position. Rounds worth of strings of cum connecting the two of you every time you pulled up and sank back down, toes curling into the soft cushion.
That little rose toy he swore he didn’t like you using on your own was now pressed between you, buzzing right on your puffy clit in little, perfect circle. The hum syncing up with the rhythm you set, every slurred whisper of his name dragging from your lips. Pussy squeezing him tight like she wanted to be full with his big girthy cock forever.
“Hollon, you makin’ me—” Ony suddenly dug his fingers into the fat of your hips, stopping you for the third time but your body kept trying to bounce anyways.
“P-pa, stop running and let me—cummm—pleasepleaseplease mhhphh! let me give you this pussy,” you whined in fustration while you grind your hips, desperate for any type of friction. You would’ve been so embarrassed if you seen yourself from Ony’s point of view—a mess. Twisted face half covered with your hair but not covered enough to hide the tears rolling down your face.
“You gettin’ greedy,” Ony growled, letting go of your hips with a slap on your bouncing ass. Couldn’t even be bother to say one singular word because he knows your brain wasn’t in anything but how he was so deep in your stomach. “Horny ass girl,” he mumbled before assisting you to bounce your ass on him faster. The plap, plap, plap sounds your sticky pussy was making filling the air again “missed daddy inside me so—f-fuckin’—bad—“ you breathed, more to yourself than him.
You were almost collapsing at this point but refused to let up, free hand gripping the arm of the couch behind Ony’s head making your soft, bouncy mounds exactly eye level. Him putting one of your sensitive brown nipples in his warm mouth made you cum immediately—hard. It felt like an out of body experience, chills running down your spine as whole body let go—body seizing on top of him, gasping for air you feel all of that left-over stress leaving you.
Before you could come down from the high, Ony flipped you onto your back like you it was nothing, his hand wrapping around your throat just enough to hold you still while he folded you into the couch. The couch creaked under both of you.
“Y’got one more nut in you?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.
You nodded fast, breathless—more out of instinct than control. “Y-yeah,” you managed, the word tumbling out on a shaky whimper. Your body was limp, trembling from the last orgasm, but your mind betrayed it—craving more of how he filled every inch of you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the heat pooling low in your stomach, and still, your legs spread as wide as they can.
Summary: A protective husband. A stubborn wife. One unexpected separation that tests patience, love, and a whole lot of attitude. Quarantine, But Make It Cute is a witty, tender glimpse into what happens when care comes wrapped in chaos and affection. 💕
Warnings: ⚠️Mild language and teasing banter. ⚠️Light domestic argument (playful, not serious). ⚠️Fluff with hints of emotional vulnerability.
Word Count: 600+.Author’s Note: Hello, my sweet lovelies! It’s that time of year again! Your girl is celebrating another year around the sun, so I had to drop something for my babies.💖 The assigned vibes has nothing to do with the fic and everything to do with my birthday/mood right now.💖
You stood there frozen, looking at your husband, dumbfounded, waiting for him to say it was all a weird joke. Unfortunately, the words never came.
“So what you’re saying is… you’re evicting me from my own house?”
Your arms are folded, belly protruding just enough to serve as a physical reminder that you’re carrying his baby, something you know he’s obsessed with but refuses to get all soft about. Rio, standing in front of you like he actually thinks he can win this argument, shrugs, lips twitching in amusement.
“Nah, mama. Just temporarily relocating you. For your safety.”
Your safety. Like you’re not a fully grown woman who’s been handling herself long before he ever waltzed his irritatingly fine ass into your life with that damn smirk and infuriating charm. You tilt your head, unimpressed.
“For my safety?”
“Mmhm.” He leans against the doorframe, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “I can’t have you falling sick and miserable, yeah? Ain’t good for our little one.” His voice drops a bit at the end, eyes flickering toward your belly with that stupidly fond look he swears he doesn’t do.
You narrow your eyes. “So your solution is to kick me out?”
He grins. “No, relocate. Temporarily, of course. Genius, right?”
It’s not. It’s ridiculous. But the worst part? You know he’s not going to budge. And judging by the way your luggage is already sitting by the door, along with your favorite snacks, fuzzy socks, and, oh, this sneaky man! He even packed that lavender-scented pregnancy pillow you love? Yeah. This was planned in detail.
“How long am I being exiled?” You place a hand on your hip.
Rio rubs at his jaw, considering. “A week should do it.”
“A week?”
“Doctor said rest is key, and I don’t rest when you’re around, mama.” His grin is slow, deliberate, but the rasp in his voice tells you it’s not just for show. “You don’t let me.”
That is not your fault.
“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you deadpan, but he just chuckles. “You’re not even sick, Christopher. The kids are, my babies need me,” you worry your hands in irritation.
“Nah. Sounds like a ‘get your pretty ass to that nice little Airbnb I booked’ problem. Mick gon’ drive you and be at ya beck and call ’til it’s all clear to come back. Me and these germy minions gon’ be good. I got grams coming to help out.”
You groan, throwing your head back. “I hate you.”
“Mm, love you too, mama.” He kisses your forehead before you can stop him, lingering just enough for you to feel the warmth of his lips before he pulls back with that knowing look.
And damn it, you should be mad. Should stomp your foot and demand to stay. But between the way he’s looking at you, the genuine concern behind the cockiness, and the fact that, okay, fine. You really don’t want to catch anything while pregnant. You sigh.
“You’re gonna miss me,” you taunt, grabbing your bags dramatically, Mick removing them from your grasp to place them in the trunk.
He smirks, opening the door for you. “Not with all these FaceTime calls you’re about to force on me.
“You'd better answer every single one.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You pause at the passenger door, narrowing your eyes. “I will be annoying the hell out of you.”
He laughs, leaning in like he’s about to whisper a secret. “That ain’t nothin’ new, mama.”
You gasp, smacking his arm, and he just chuckles, looking so damn smug.
“Go on, now,” he murmurs, voice softer. “Gotta take care of you both.”
And that’s the part that gets you, every time.
So yeah, you let him win this round. But only because he’ll suffer more than you will. And you will be calling all the time, both out of nosiness and loneliness.
Fair’s fair.
Please be sure to comment, love, and reblog my sweet lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this short and sweet fic. I'll be tagging a few of my love bugs below.💕
summary: you and your neighbor got too comfortable for ony’s liking.
cw: onyankapon x collegestudent!reader, x fem!black reader, age gap (ony is older), jealousy, daddy kink, slightly toxic, cuffs/restraints, mind anal play (thumb only), doggy style-full nelson, rough sex, squirting, not proofread
Your back arched deep into the mattress, chest pressing into the sheets, Ony driving deep behind you. His movements were sharp, controlled, relentless, every thrust fueled by that memory. You couldn’t even think about how you even got here, he was fucking you so good hard that your mind was blank while his was filled with that image. That image—of someone else being a little too comfortable with you after he specifically told you not let anyone—was only driving him to ram into you harder. He really came over to keep you company while you studied for you mid-terms but you had to ‘face the consequences of getting caught in your own actions.’
Your little off-campus apartment was finally starting to feel like home. The couch was in place, your bedframe was built, and most of your boxes were tucked away in the closet. Sure, you still had a couple things left to do—hang your curtains, pick out a rug, maybe put up the pictures your mama kept bugging you about—but for the most part, it was together.
And, your next door neighbor had noticed.
He was another student, someone you’d seen around the complex, and from the day you moved in he’d been helpful—carrying your dresser whenever Ony couldn’t make it, texting to tell you which functions were happening that weekend, even grabbing your packages when you missed delivery. Casual, harmless, just friendly. You’d gotten a little too comfortable with him faster than you probably should have.
Ony, however, never let anything slide, claiming to be ‘too old for allat’. He was older, lived on his own, worked his ass off, and paid his bills without breaking a sweat. He’d told you from the start that boundaries weren’t suggestions with him—he expected them to be respected. That included the small things, like keeping other men out of your personal space. Especially a college nigga, he already know how they move since he was once one so he made that clear as soon as you accepted. He didn’t even want you to entertain the thought.
And today? You were about to see exactly what he meant.
You were juggling two bags after coming home from some retail therapy, fumbling for your keys when your neighbor appeared in the hallway.
“You always tryna carry everything at once,” he said, grinning, and reached to help. “Here—lemme—”
You hesitated for a fraction of a second before handing him one of the bags. “Thank you… you really don’t have to.”
He shrugged, setting it down at your door. “Anytime.”
You stepped forward instinctively, looping your arm around his shoulders in a quick, casual hug. You barely registered it, but his hand brushed low on your waist. A little too low to look just friendly.
And then you heard footsteps.
Turning the corner into your hallway came a tall, dark figure. Of course with your luck it was Ony. He didn’t even speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes locked on the neighbor’s hand lingering at your waist, then shifted to you. The silence hit heavy, suffocating. If you didn’t know Ony you wouldn’t think anything was wrong from just his expression, but you know that look.
“…I’ll see you later,” your neighbor muttered, stepping back, giving Ony a quick nod before sliding into his apartment next door like he sensed the tension in the air.
The door shut, leaving you standing there, heart pounding. Ony’s stare stayed on you, heavy—the kind of look that made your throat go dry.
You tried to laugh it off, stepping back into your apartment. “It wasn’t nothin’, Ony. He was just—”
“Take your ass inside.”
His voice carried that weight you never argued with. The door clicked shut behind him as he followed you in, and your chest was already tight. You set the bags down slow on the coffee table, trying to act casual, thinking of an excuse before facing him but every nerve in your body screamed that Ony’s presence was too much to ignore.
He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t have to. Ony didn’t argue with you like someone your age would—he just looked at you, still and calm, until the guilt started spilling out of you on its own.
“O, I… I didn’t mean—I just—I didn’t—” you stammered, voice cracking under the silence. Your palms grew slick, heart beating slightly faster. Honestly, it just made you look more guilty than you were but you couldn’t even control it, he looked like he was looking right through you.
“You know how t’talk.” His attentive eyes cut to yours sharp, and just like that, your stomach flipped.
“I… I swear, Ony, it didn’t mean anything,” you rushed out, words tumbling over themselves. “He was just—helping me with the groceries and I wanted to thank him, that’s all. I wasn’t tryna disrespect you, I promise.”
“Didn’t mean anything?” His voice was sharp, calm in the way that scared you more than yelling ever could. “That boy had his hands on you. And you let him. That’s what you call nothin’?”
You shook your head quickly, slight panic rushing through your chest. “No, no, it wasn’t like that. I wasn’t thinkin’, It was just a hug—”
“You don’t let no nigga put his hands on you. Ever. You hear me?” His eyes cut down to the way you were nervously shifting from foot to foot before looking back up into yours.
Your voice came out small, almost defensive. “l mean… I hugged him first. It wasn’t like he just grabbed me or somethin’,”
Ony’s eyes narrowed, his chest rising slow like he was holding back words. A slow smile tugged at his lips—sharp, almost mocking in its disbelief. “Oh, okay,” he said, voice low, cutting through you. “Since when you so comfortable huggin’ on other niggas?”
“I… I didn’t mean to disrespect you, It wasn’t even like that,” you murmured, still shifting from foot to foot, hands twisting nervously. “I just… I hugged him first, I wasn’t thinking like I should’ve—”
Ony’s eyes cut to yours, hard and unyielding. “Don’t start wit’ excuses.”
“I’m not—” you tried, voice trembling, “I swear I didn’t mean anything bad. You know me!”
He let out a low, sharp chuckle, the kind that didn’t sound amused. “Yeah… I know you, mama, real good. Trust me.”
Next thing you knew, Ony had you bent over on your freshly built bed, face buried in the sheets. The food he brought you cold on your counter at this point. It happened so quick—one second you were stammering in the living room, the next his weight was caging you in, hips snapping hard against yours.
He used his whole weight to pressing intothe small of your back, the clap of his hips slamming into your ass burning—you wouldn’t be surprised if it was bruised just from that. Your palms pressed weakly into the sheets, trying to push yourself up, but Ony’s hand caught the back of your neck, shoving you back down flat.
“Ony—wait, you’re—” you whined, voice breaking between the thrusts. “You actin’ like I fucked him or somethin’—”
That only made him grunt, pace rougher, his breath hot against your ear. “Don’t fuckin’ talk back t’me.”
You squirmed anyway, trying to glance back at him, eyes watery, lips pouty and trembling. “Papaa—I didn’t even do nothin’!”
Ony’s laugh came out low, humorless, his hips snapping even harder, his chain thumping your back with every stroke. “Yeah, you didn’t do nothin’. That’s why you layin’ here cryin’ while I’m beatin’ this pussy in—’cause you so innocent, right?”
“Dumbass nigga probably jerkin’ his dick listenin’ to your pretty ass through the wall,” Ony growled, and the thought alone seemed to fuel him even more. His dick slammed into you harder, each thrust sharper, deeper, making your chest and upper stomach hit the mattress with every crash of his hips.
“Mmmmh! Daddy—it hurts—” you cried, reaching to push back, your hands scrambling against his abdomen, trying to create space, or at least trying to get him to take a little out.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, fucking into you with merciless force, his weight on your back had you thinking it was gonna snap any second.
“You’re s’meannnn—“ you whimpered, still reaching back, pushing weakly at his abdomen, but he caught your wrist, yanking it behind you and forcing your arm against your back.
Your spine arched impossibly deeper, pressed into the mattress. He leaned down close, chest brushing against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “Don’t make me cuff you.” he warned, clipped, the words sharp and dangerous—and the thought alone made your body shiver. But you still tried to wiggle away due to the fact that it felt like you could feel him in your stomach the way he was going balls deep.
Without a word, he yanked open your drawer, the white fluffy handcuffs you’d bought “for fun” brushing against your ass—suddenly not so fun anymore.
“Give me your hands,” he demanded. You didn’t hesitate—knew damn well what would happen if you didn’t listen.
Your hands were quickly secured behind you, the soft fur brushing against your back, metal cuffs tight to the point where you started to feel pins and needles. Ony didn’t pause, harder this time, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs.
“Mmm—fuck!” you gasped, chest pressed into the mattress. Ony didn’t even say a word, silent and deadly calm as he drove into you relentlessly. Each sharp clap of his hips, every deep, punishing snap made your stomach coil tighter. The bedframe slammed harshly against the wall—thin walls, something you’d learned the hard way from experience, and unfortunately, the same wall your neighbor shared. You weren’t sure if the tears in your eyes were from embarrassment, pain, or the fact that it felt too good. “Tell me you sorry. You sorry?”
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m so sorry!” you admitted, voice cracking, hips trembling under his weight.
“Yeeaa… I bet you are,” he murmured, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. Without warning, he spit slowly onto your puckered hole, then dragged his thumb through, circling and pressing, making your body shudder. You gasped at the stretch as soon as his thumb pressed in.
“Papa… it hurts! I—ohhhn, I can’t—” Hot tears flooded down your cheeks, running down your neck. “No crying, mama,” he growled, the bass in his voice making you tremble, “I told you. I told you not to let niggas in your space. And what’d you do?”
“I… I just… he was… helping me—umphh—with the groceries,” you stammered, sobbing, unable to stop the wet whimpers as your body quivered under him. A harsh slap came down on your ass with his free hand as soon as the last word left your lips, “Thas’ not what I asked you.”
“I—hugged him, I wasnt—-mmthinking” you were still trying to squirm away but the cuffs restraining you and his thumb circling hooked into you just made it worse on you.
Ony’s eyes darkened, “Yeah?” Each thrust making you jolt and sob. “Was that right? Was that right for you to do?”
“N—nooo! I was wrong..” you cried, thighs trembling, clutching weakly at the sheets, your ass clapping and bouncing under him, slick spreading, every nerve on fire.
“Mhmm, now be a big girl and fuck me back.” it was like a switch flipped inside you. Your legs quivered like jello under him, knees barely holding you up as he gripped your cuffs and slammed into you from a new angle. Each snap was jagged, unpredictable, forcing your back to arch violently, chest flattening into the sheets. The cuffs dug into your wrists differently each time he adjusted you, metal biting sharply, sending hot jolts up your arms. Every tiny tug made your skin sting, your shoulders tensing.
“Y-youre so-deep…!” you gasped, voice trembling, and your hips started to jerk with him, clumsy and desperate. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!—the sound of skin against skin echoed through the room as he slammed into you, relentless and punishing. “Fuck—ohhh! Ahhh!” you cried, arousal squelching and spreading hot and sticky between your thighs, thighs trembling uncontrollably as they pressed against the bed. Each time you met him halfway his slick thumb went deeper in your tight ring on muscle.
Your hips tried to keep up, bouncing weakly as your knees threatened to give out entirely. Every thrust hit like a jolt, thrum-thrum-thrum, echoing through the tiny apartment, probably through the whole hallway.
“Daddy!… ohhh—I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!” you gasped, hips stuttering, quivering under him, voice high and ragged. Heat pooled wet and sticky between your thighs, and your back arched impossibly, pressing into him as if that could somehow make him stop—but he didn’t.
Ony’s low, guttural chuckle rumbled against your spine. “Mmhh… hold that shit.”
“What?! N-no, Papa! I c-can’t…I dont wanna.. I—I’m gonna cum!” you cried, desperation lacing every word, wet moans spilling around it. Your chest pressed so hard into the mattress your breaths came in ragged, shaky gasps. Your slick slid down your thighs, dripping, every nerve screaming for release.
“I ain’ ask you what you wanted, I want you to listen to what I tell you. You cum when I tell you to.” he growled, his thumb circling in you, his heavy balls slapping over your clit. Every touch sent shocks of overstimulation shooting through you, thighs quivering, hips jerking involuntarily, and your wrists burned in the cuffs as he yanked them just enough to remind you that this was a punishment, not a reward.
“I… I c-can’t, Papa! Ohhhn! Mmmhh! I’m—” Your voice broke into desperate, wet cries, every syllable a mix of pleasure and frustration. He shifted his weight suddenly, pressing chest-to-back, letting the tip of his thumb dip sharper, teasing, and dragging along tender, hyper-sensitive skin.
Your legs shook like they’d lost all strength, knees wobbling, thighs trembling violently, but your body obeyed instinctively. “Ony… I-I c-can’t hold it! Mmmhh! Fuck! I’m gonna—ohhhhn!” you cried, body shuddering uncontrollably, slick dripping and coating your thighs, ass clapping sharply against him. Every nerve felt overstimulated, skin on fire, yet he pushed deeper, faster, relentless, like he was bending you to his will. He felt you start violently pulsing around him, making him come to a halt, still balls deep inside you.
“Nuh-uh… I said hold it, mama,” he growled, he didn’t even give you time to adjust as he started again he just continued with his rough pace. Each adjustment of your cuffs, every unexpected slam of his hips, every new angle he forced your body into made it nearly impossible to think, let alone breathe normally.
“I’m tryyyyying! Mmmhh!” your voice wobbled, more tears streaking your cheeks, chest heaving, hips jerking frantically against him. The sharp sting of the cuffs, the bruising slaps to your ass, the relentless, punishing thrusts—they all mixed into a dizzying, unbearable symphony of sensations that had you teetering on the edge over and over.
That’s when you felt you were on the brink. You realy really really tried not to cum before he even told you to, but it was impossible to hold back with all the stimulation at once. Incoherent babbles spilled from your mouth. “I… I’m—ohhh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Mmmhh!” you gasped, voice high and frantic, words tumbling out like a desperate prayer. Ony’s sharp, relentless thrusts drove you over the edge, each slam splashing warm liquid shooting out uncontrollably, dripping down your thighs and pooling beneath you. Your entire body shook, heat and mess mingling as you couldn’t stop yourself, utterly undone by him. The liquids coming out of you covering you and your boyfriend’s bottom half.
“You just dont feel like listenin’ today do you? You don’t know how to listen to daddy anymore?” His voice rumbled sharp against your ear, but even as he chastised you, his hips never faltered, driving you deeper into that chaotic, messy release.
His big hand looped around your neck, yanking you up off the sheets until your back was flush against his chest. You gasped, body arching as he pounded into you somehow harder in this new angle. His grip was firm, your eyes rolled back so far you swore you could see your brain. But it barely registered—you couldn’t feel anything except his girthy dick, dragging and stretching you open over and over, each snap of his hips splashing your slick down your thighs mixing with the moans and sobs mixed with screams leaving your lips.
Ony’s lips brushed your ear, his voice low, sharp enough to cut through your whimpers.
“Cryin’ not gon’ save you. You gon’ learn t’never try that shit again.”
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