#hyunny

Y’ALL NOT READYYYYYYYYYY!!!

BIG MAMA RETURNED!

Guess what?

I’m not coming back. Officially.

Jk. Just been grindin’ school ‘nd work, so bare with me.

College student! Ony paired with RnB artist! Reader?

You been doing music for about 10 years now. Those smooth and soft vocals with some slow, sensual leads and pianos.

You were widely known among millions of people, you’ve done shows, you’ve dealt with paparazzi and crazy people. The whole fame thing has its cons, but it was never too stressful to make you wanna stop. Especially because you had him.

Ony. A junior in college, and an extremely dedicated man when it came to you. He had a job as a tutor, mainly working with kids. When he got into college, he started by doing this for a future he was unsure of. But he knew when this journey ended, he’d be doing it for a future he’s clearly planning with a beautiful woman by his side.

But, let’s be so real. That boy be getting spoiled by you almost everyday. You buy him gifts all year round, you do big celebrations for him with just the two of you, you make sure he doesn’t need to worry about anything! And just as you do that for him, he doesn’t the same exact thing for you with no questions asked.

On this particular day, he’s in the kitchen cleaning up and singing along with a song by Boyz II Men, trying to recreate the riffs and the notes he could reach. He was pouring his heart out into every one of those lyrics, thinking you weren’t home to hear him.

You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, your weight shifted onto one leg with your arms crossed over your chest, your red Betty Boop purse hanging from your shoulder. You didn’t bother taking it off and hanging it up at the door, because you were too drawn to his voice to care about it.

“Who knew my man was so good at singin’?”

You purred, loud enough to be heard over the music. You made your way towards him with a small smile on your face, dropping your purse on one of the stools at the island as you passed by.

His head snapped around to face you, slightly startled by your sudden presence. He wasn’t expecting you to be home in another hour or less.

He flashed you a smile, softly laughing as his eyes roamed your body, taking in your figure and your overall appearance (One, Two, Three, Four) as he met you halfway in the middle of the kitchen, his hand immediately falling to your waist to pull you in and place pecks to your plump, glossy lips.

“Thank you beautiful.” He muttered in between kisses, his hands roaming all over your body like he couldn’t get enough. Because he couldn’t! You looked too damn good.

“I thought you had another hour at the studio, why you home so early?”

His hands trailed down your back, smoothing down the arch and rounding over your cheeks, holding the bottom of your ass in his hands, grabbing it firmly. His bottom lip was tucked between his pretty pearly white teeth as she looked you over and fondled with the fatty flesh in his hands.

“Is there a problem with me cutting sessions short to see my da?” You hummed along his jaw, planting kisses along it with your hands placed firmly to his chest.

The heat of your bodies pressed together made your stomach tingle. Like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get what you wanted. He always had that effect on you. Constantly making you feel like a high school girl around her crush. His scent was intoxicating, filling your nose, soothing your senses with ease.

He shook his head, pulling you closer, chuckling and pulling you closer to him, enjoying the feelings of your sticky lip gloss leaving a shiny trail along his jaw with every kiss you landed.

Seeeeeee. THIS IS WHAT IS NEEDED!!!