i just know you would body jealous Ony🤧
summary: you and your neighbor got too comfortable for ony’s liking.
cw: onyankapon x collegestudent!reader, x fem!black reader, smut (mdni), age gap (ony is older), jealousy, daddy kink, slightly toxic, cuffs/restraints, mild 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—”
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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