ouchies. ony
in which he’s hurt. nsfw, angst bc reader ain’t shit. kinda proof-read?
You wandered through life like a leaf caught in the wind, never settling, always drifting. Your fear of commitment cast shadows over your heart, making promises seem like chains and bonds like cages. In relationships, you built walls instead of bridges, fearing the vulnerability that true connection demanded. Friendships, too, were kept at arm's length, the intimacy of trust too daunting to embrace. Even with yourself you struggled to commit, your dreams and aspirations often left unpursued, a testament to your reluctance to be tied down. It was a bad habit, one that left you isolated in a world full of potential. And one that left you in your current predicament.
The dark-skinned man with locs tilts his head slightly, his deep-set eyes scrutinizing you. "Are you. . usin’ me?” The intensity of his gaze fills you with a profound sense of guilt for your actions. Your lips, trembling and swollen, part momentarily before you seal them shut once more.
The combination of his probing questions and the way he’s stretching you leaves you feeling utterly disoriented beneath him. Strong hands push your legs back until they're beside your face, and you can't stifle the moan that erupts from you. His jaw ticks, "Are," thrust, "You," Thrust, "Using." Thrust, "Me?"
Tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes and threaten to spill down the sides of your face as you feel his thick length bottom out within you, head pressing insistently at your cervix. "N-no, I-I would n-never." your words are quiet and uncertain. You want to be sure of yourself but this position leaves you feeling small and weak. He doesn't know why he allows you to walk all over him like this, after all, he's only breaking his own heart.
He watches you carefully as your eyes glaze over, his cock filling you in a way that leaves your mouth agape and your mind blank. You look so beautiful spread out beneath him, long eyelashes fluttering over flushed cheeks, curls framing your soft shaped face. You don't deserve him, he knows it. Shit, even you know it. But still, here he is, giving himself to you. You take and take and take from him, never reciprocating.
A desperate whine fumbles from your lips. He huffs, finally relenting. You don't have to wait long for him to resume the slow roll of his hips, heavy head tipping back, eyes closing once more.
His cock stretches you wide as he fucks you, his girth and length more than satisfying. He pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside you. Then, without warning, he slams his hips into yours. A scream leaving your parted lips, eyes flying open.
He sets a fast, brutal pace, the sounds of his flesh slapping against yours echoing through the room. It's almost too much, the pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched around him, your body unused to the size. Your legs tremble as his thrusts increase, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. "Why do you do this me?" He grunts, "I fuckin' love your stupid ass and y-you do me s'wrong."
Your breath hitches in your throat. You've never heard him speak to you this way, it makes your stomach churn. He's right.
Your brows knit together, tears flowing freely now.
"I'm sorry, l'm so sorry, please, please, I'm so sorry. Please..." the words come pouring out of your mouth, your apology desperate and genuine. He groans, a loud rumble in his chest as he watches your body move beneath him, breasts bouncing wildly and head tossing from side to side. "You don't mean that shit," he hums, hips stuttering. "You-fuck, jus' runnin' your mouth." he babbles. He's right, you lost count of how many times you'd apologized, only to repeat your offenses. Your last being dissapearing for five months.
Five long fucking months, no calls, no text. Nothing, but the ache in his chest. Then, you'd shown up at his door. No explanation, and like the pushover he was he'd let you in. And then, he was on his knees for you.
Just like every other time.
You gasp, a particularly hard thrust sending sparks through your body. You can feel a coil tightening deep within the pit of your stomach. The way he rolls his hips, hitting all the right spots, his length filling you in a way that leaves you breathless is enough to push you to the edge. "Ony it's n-n-not like that." You whimper, it hurts you that you're hurting him. You're too fucked up emotionally, you hate that you do this.
But you're selfish, you can't stay away. His thumb rubs at your clit, your back arching, walls squeezing his cock. He lets out a choked groan, his pace faltering.
Manicured nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks behind as you cry out, his name a chant falling from your lips. "Then what's it like? You won't let me move on and you won't let me be with you. So fuckin'. . toxic. I don't understand." His voice is shaky as he speaks. The sound of him, the way he looks down at you, eyes hooded, pupils blown, and sweat dripping down his brow is enough to bring you closer and closer to the edge.
Your moans grow louder and higher in pitch, you can barely register what he's saying to you. Your vision begins to blur, pink manicured toes curling. Fuck, you were way too fucked out to have this conversation with him. He continues, hips pistoning into yours.
It's only a matter of seconds before your body gives in and succumbs to the intense pleasure that he's forcing you to endure.
You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip. It's coming, you can feel it.
Then, suddenly, everything stops. You open your eyes, and Ony is staring down at you, his breathing heavy. Your walls flutter around him. He's still buried deep inside of you, the tip of his dick pressed against the entrance to your womb. "What the fuck?" you exclaim, frustrated that he's stopped.
He frowns, a sad glint in his eyes.
"Not until you tell me what the fuck this is. I'm sick and tired of being used. You either let me be your man or you get the fuck out and I don't ever wanna see your face again."
The look on his face is serious, his gaze unwavering. This isn't some empty threat, he means it. He's tired of being jerked around, of being your toy.
Your stomach lurches and your heart drops. This wasn't something you'd ever considered. The idea that you might actually lose him for good this time was one that filled you with dread.
"It.’s complicated, come on—"
He shakes his head, refusing to hear it. "No, that's not gonna work this time."
Your pussy throbs, aching and needy. It feels so good, so full, and all you want is for him to keep fucking you. Tears well up in your eyes again, frustration evident. "I don't know, okay! I don't know. I'm not good, I'm a shitty person and I'm sorry."
He's quiet for a moment, mulling over your words.
Finally, he says, "Fine, I'll give you some time. But not tonight. Tonight, you're getting fucked."
With that, he pulls out of you, his dick slick and glistening.
He turns you over, lifting your hips, and thrusts his entire length into you, causing you to yelp. He starts off slowly, but soon picks up the pace, slamming into you. Your pussy makes obscene noises as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the air.
Your arms collapse and your chest hits the bed, his strong hands holding you in place. His thick length spreads you wide, the sensation almost too much.
Your mouth falls open, drool spilling out. It's so good, better than anything else you've ever experienced.
Your entire body is on fire, his touch setting your nerves alight. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "Who's pussy is this?"
You gasp, walls clenching around him. He's never asked that question before, but god do you want to tell him.
You moan, eyes rolling back. "Yours." You groan, voice raspy and thick with lust.
"That's right," he growls, hips snapping into you. "All mine."
"Yes, all yours. All yours, I promise, all yours." Your voice is hoarse, your words punctuated by his thrusts.
"You promise?"
"I-I promise, all yours, baby."
He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You better not fuckin' forget it."
Your walls flutter, pleasure coiling deep in your gut.
"I won't, I won't. Fuck, l'm gonna cum."
He moans, low and deep. His grip on your hips tightens as his hips stutter. "Cum for me," he commands.
And that's all it takes for you to fall apart, your walls clenching around his thick cock. He cums with a roar, spilling his seed deep inside you. Your legs give out and you collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. He falls next to you, both of you panting and sweating.
You roll over to face him, gazing at his handsome face. He's the most beautiful man you've ever seen.
He meets your gaze, his dark brown eyes soft and warm. He leans in, his lips capturing yours. The kiss is sweet and tender, his lips moving against yours. When he pulls away, he whispers, "I love you." He knows you won't say it back. You never do.
