( same person that sent the last request about ony btw!)
can u write bout how heâll handle us if we have an attitude and start talking crazy to him
đI feel like a slut rn imagining it but love ur writing though đđ!!
you stand in the doorway, arms crossed,staring at your dread-head fiancé.the tension in the room is palpable.you can feel your heart thundering in your chest, each beat sounding like your own undoing.ony sits on the couch, playing his playstation, unaware of the storm brewing inside of you. the continuous click of his fingers across the controller further ignites your anger.
âare you even fucking listening to me?â you snap, your voice is sharp and cutting.
ony sighs, pulling his eyes to look at his girlfriend. he doesnât even know why youâre mad. recently, it seems like youâre always mad. last week it was because he forgot vinaigrette with your chipotle and now itâs this. ony was never the argument type, which was a bad combo because you always said what was on your mind. ony hated your attitude, and hated the way your mouth got when you had an attitude.
mhm, is all he musters out.
his nonchalance only fuels your anger. how can he be so indifferent? each time he doesnât say anything, itâs like a slap to the face. youâre mad because heâd driven your car and didnât put gas in it. yes, heâd given you the money after you confronted him, but it still irritated you that you had to do it.
"itâs a big deal to me," you retort, your voice trembling with emotion. "if i put my foot through this tv, maybe then youâll pay attention.yeah?â
ony sighs, finally putting his controller down and giving you his full attention. "look,i just don't think it's worth getting this upset over," he says, trying to keep his tone calm and reasonable. "we can talk about it, but there's no need to blow it out of proportion."
but to you, it feels like he's minimizing your feelings, brushing them off as if they don't matter.the hurt and frustration bubble up inside you, threatening to spill over. you want him to understand, to see things from your perspective, but it feels like you're speaking different languages.
before you know it your feet are padding across the tan carpet,fingers snatching the plug from the wall.ony groans as his game powers off,there goes all his game progress.
âyo, y/n youâre tripping.â
âtripping? oh, you havenât seen anything yet.have fun picking up your clothes, cause iâm about to throw all your shit off the balcony.â
you spin on your heels, ony hot on your tail as you enter the bedroom.you feel his hand grasp around your wrist and spin you around to face him, just when you open your mouth to spew the vilest things he presses his lips against yours.
you try to hold onto the anger, to remind yourself of why youâre mad, but his touch is rough and urgent, sending sparks through your body. your head starts spinning, the world around you fading away. his kiss is relentless, each movement making it harder to stay mad. you can feel your resolve weakening, your body betraying you as you melt into him, the anger slipping away with each passing second.
âfinna fuck tâis attitude outta you.â he mutters against your lips, your mouth is dry as you try to think of a comeback.
âtalk that shit now, girl,â ony demands, holding your hands tightly behind your back as he fucks you. youâre at a loss for words, the way his dick is prodding into your cervix has you quivering underneath him. he scoffs, âoh, now youâre quiet?â he switches over to restraining you with one hand. a breathy whine fumbles from your mouth, feeling his hand smack your ass repeatedly, each hit stinging more than the last. your face is a teary, drooling mess, cheek pressed into the pillow.
âo-ony please s-slow down!â
ânah, you gonâ take all of this.you so big and bad so take this dick.â
a shiver runs down your back as you feel his cool gold chain on your skin,followed by his soft lips.youâre a complete mess underneath him,the way heâs burying himself into your tight pussy has your legs shaking.each thrust is relentless and rough, the squelching of your wet cunt spurring him on.you wince as you feel his fingers wrap around your coils, forcing your head up and your back to arch even further.
âapologize. apologize for having an attitude.â ony grunts.
âi-iâm s-sorry-ughmfuckââ your words catch in your throat as ony delivers a thrust that has you seeing stars.he hums, accepting your apology.ony retracts his hand from your hair and snakes it around your throat.the way your juicy ass is bouncing on him makes his stomach churn, âcreamy ass pussy,â he moans softly,left hand still securing your hands behind you.
your stomach clenches each time he pushes back into you; youâre so fucking close. the pink vibrator onyâs attached to your clit has you in shambles, the vibration against your swollen bud making you shiver.youâre so damn wet, your fluids are leaking into the bedsheets. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself pulling away from ony.he quickly puts a stop to that.
âuhnt uhnt, bring that ass back.â
fuck, why were you mad again?