#ony

Pairing: ony x reader

PS: Ony is trying to figure out exactly who he is dating because the girl he is looking at right now?... he has no clue who you are.

A/N: I was writing and this took on a mind of its own. But...enjoy? lmao. SMUT MINORS DNI, ony x reader

You were a liar.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐭: 1.6k𐙚 SNEAK PEAK FOR THE HOTTIES....

pt 2: coming soon......

You loved date nights — the act of sitting pretty, soft — only having to worry about what designer bag would match your outfit best, never growing old.

Highlight.

Delete. 

But it’d been almost a month since you’d been able to swirl your tongue around your mouth, the smooth, vibrant tinge of pomegranate, cherry, and bright blackberry working as a sedative, coaxing your muscles into a state of deep relaxation as stress oozed from the pores of your frame. 

Almost a month since you’d sat at your vanity, lashes fluttering as you fought between a matte or glossed lip, knowing either choice would end up smudged after his mouth found yours.

Highlight.Delete. 

Instead, you’d been staying up into the earliest hours of the morning, drowning yourself in work until the edges of night and day blurred,  fingers — tipped with a vibrant, well-overgrown set — scrambling across the pink keyboard cover laid over your Mac as you typed and erased, typed and erased. 

Words, phrases, ideas you couldn’t seem to grasp scrambling through your head at rapid pace, changing, disappearing, running from the page on which you’d hoped they’d be printed months ago.

Highlight.Delete. Delete.

Your muscles ached, unfamiliar with the extra weight you’d gained, with the ache coiling tight, low in your belly from the absence of his hands.

 The workout schedule you’d spent months formulating was far out of reach, the last thing on your mind as you curled your body against the plush of your sofa, wide-framed glasses framing your face as you sipped sweetened mint tea.

Your eyes burned, brimming with tears as you skimmed your fingers across the flat, cold surface of your mousepad.

Delete. 

Two weeks of work gone, just like that.

Hours of curating, plucking, polishing.

Gone.

Your head dipped, a sob clawing  from the depths of your body, ripping free as the laptop slipped from your sweatpant-clad lap toward the carpeted floor. Your frame shook.

You were tired. 

 Tired of molding your body to fit the needs of your mind, tired of the stress, the ache, tired of having to think for yourself. 

You wanted your man.  Your body mourning the heat of his, the slow press of him into you, the hush of his breath against your temple. 

You could almost feel the ghost of his lips at your forehead, the way his palms would roam without hurry, kneading away the knots, coaxing your muscles into surrender until your chest rose and fell in time with his.

Onyankapon, unbeknownst to you, had felt it — the heaviness in you — carrying your weight with him. 

It lived in the pauses between your sentences, in the faint drag of your voice when you answered the phone. His calls became frequent, his questions sinking deeper, lingering longer, searching. 

He’d noticed the way your voice went soft, almost small. The way your eyes seemed to droop, your attempts at covering the dark circles beneath your big, brown eyes,  growing less successful, less important each time he called.  Sick of hiding both the ache of lacking sleep,  and the  kind of sleeplessness that came from lying awake, hand slipping between your thighs, imagining him there instead.

 He knew. 

 Knew that you’d submerge yourself in your work, always aiming for your best but never giving yourself time to rest, chasing excellence past the point where it turned on you. You pushed yourself past your limits, yet never acknowledged those limits, blurring the line between achievement and failure.

His hesitance to leave you for two weeks had only confirmed this thought, but he’d been called over to fix one of the many inconvenient issues that came from owning a business in multiple states. The problems seemed to multiply — password leaks, data confusion, financial mix-ups — greedy for his attention, and without care for anyone, time flew by. 

Your body folded into itself,  the soft melody of the city below you attempting to lull your mind as it tipped, tipped into the one side you’d fought so desperately not to return to. 

Fingers shaking, you pushed your palms below your glasses, hand swiping against your soft cheeks as you snatched the large, bright colored frames from your face and threw them beside you.

Betrayal. 

Growing up, everyone thought that glasses meant knowledge, knowledge you’d been blessed to babysit until now. 

So fuck your bum ass glasses. 

Your bonnet sat beside you, royal blue staring up at you from its position atop the plush couch cushions, long gone from the numerous times you’d run your fingers through the silky strands of your short, curly press. 

Your palms rested atop your eyes, pressing firmly in an attempt to dam the steady flow of tears streaming from behind closed lids. The steady buzz beneath your thigh broke through the silence, shaking your bones. You pushed your hands down beside you, dragging your body upright, lashes fluttering to clear the blur clinging to your lenses as you swiped your fingers across the screen.

Onyankapon watched as the call connected, eyes squinting at the familiar view of the high, open ceiling he’d grown accustomed to. His jaw flexed, fingers pushing against the two buttons on the other side of the phone at the slight sound of a wet sniffle.

“Hi..” the meek sound of your voice pulsed through the line, pulsing from one end to the other as you grabbed your glasses.

“Why I’ can’t see you mama, what you got goin’ on?” The slow rasp of his voice caused your spine to straighten, eyes watering even more for some unknown reason. 

“Pretty…lemme see you” He knew. 

The minute the camera hit you, you broke, sobbing into the camera, snot and all as you babbled about how stressed you were, about how everything was so much, too much, about how much you missed him. 

“Slow down baby, breathe mama, breathe, talk to me, im right here baby.” His body rose from its relaxed position against the Rolls Royce seats you hadn't even known he was seated in, flashing street lights highlighting the sharp line up he never hesitated to keep fresh.

“Breathe love, I don't need you hurting yourself baby.” Your eyes slipped shut, lips wobbling as you inhaled shakily, mind lulling at the smooth southern tinge of his voice.

“Good job baby, allat’ crying got my baby stressed, ain't it? Breathe with me love.” His chest rose and fell to match yours, a smooth inhale,  shaky exhale, a shaky inhale, a smooth exhale. Your frame sank, shoulders still tense as you peeled your eyes open. 

“I- I miss you Ony, a- and nothing's going right, I c- cant, I'm so tired.” Your voice cracked, words interrupted by soft hiccups.

“I know baby, I know, I miss you too love.”

The soft clasp of the car door sliding open and shutting seemed to go unnoticed by your fuzzed ears, Onyankapons fresh forces crunching against gravel as he ran a smooth palm across his head. 

Onyankapon wasn't good at this shit, this over the phone shit, he’d missed his gurl, missed his woman, so fucking much, and it hurt him to watch his girl break day by day. With no hesitation, he’d taken the first flight out back to New York, assuming he’d make it a surprise, but he just couldn’t help but to feel like you needed him tonight, more than before, more than ever. 

Your body jumped, eyes bolting toward the door at the sharp crackle of keys pushing open the lock, you beamed up bolting towards the door as you sobbed, you knew. 

It couldn't be anyone else, and even if it was, you'd take your chances. 

As soon as the black door pushed open, your body jumped into your mans, legs wrapping around the slant of his waist,  crisp white T crinkling beneath your weight as you buried your head into his neck. 

Ony wasted no time, hands lacing beneath your bottom to adjust your position, right arm running along your back in that soothing matter he knew  you liked. 

“Shh, baby, i’m here mama”

“I got you”

“I got you mama”

Your body shook, arms tightening around his neck as he walked you both swiftly toward your shared bedroom, the bedroom that matched your mind. Messy, and unorganized. 

His eyes dragged across the sight—the undone sheets, clothes scattered, a space heavy with chaos. 

His lips pressed into a line, jaw flexing. Not out of judgment, but pain. He knew what it meant. 

His baby’s mind had been hurting so bad, even her sanctuary had crumbled with her.

Onyankapon glanced around, turning his back to walk toward the guest room at the end of the hall. Your cries lessened to brief sniffles, body aching, exhausted from all that weight you’d pushed out, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with your man, eyes burning as sleep set your brain ablaze. 

The last thing you remembered was the swift movement of your body being laid onto the plush of your mattress, soft hint of peony and fresh linen lulling your mind, along with the repetitive draw of Ony’s  hand against your back. Your hands clung, refusing to release him, and he bent down with you, pressing his forehead against yours, one palm still dragging along your back. 

“Lay back, baby. Let me hold all that weight tonight,” he whispered, the southern rasp rolling deep, full of promise. “Ain’t nothin’ else you gotta do but breathe with me now.”

That was all you needed to finally rest, to let go of all that responsibility you'd been grasping onto while he was gone. To feed into what your body’d been craving for the past few weeks.

Your body sagged, breath coming shallow, but your arms still wound around his neck, desperate. He stayed, crawling in beside you, pulling you flush against his chest.

To Be Continued....

--𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒆౨ৎ

Ony and Anjelica make filthy, sloppy, passionate love.

Warning you may need to change your panties(if I do say so myself)

Intro to Physics was so boring. It felt like high school, the hour and a half class started to feel like a full school day. I could barely keep my eyes open using my balled up fist as a pillow against my cheek as I dozed off again.

“Excuse me Miss Richard’s can you please tell me one of newtons laws?” Mr. Brown quizzed.

Quickly sitting up flipping through my notes as the question repeats in my head. I feel like he makes the lessons boring as fuck on purpose so he can do things like this.

A little under instantly I recited “The force acting on an object is equal to the mass of that object times its acceleration. F=m, Newton’s second law.” Looking at the old man who just quietly nodding a me lazily before going back to the lesson.

Stepping outside again back into the warmth felt amazing. Linking up with my friends James, Nora, and Londyn.

“I want some chipotle” Nora whined as we walked down the stone brick pathways on the way to drop James off to his dorm apartment.

“It’s James’ turn to pick.” I reminded going through my emails. “Fuck” I accidentally said out loud.

“What?” Londyn asked

“The salón is infested with termites so Mitch is shutting everything down for at least a week for fumigations.” I did not bust my ass getting my license just to have it sit in the frame.

“Damn but speaking of the salon and stuff my homebody Ony, he needs his locs done and stuff.” He rattled off as we approached his building.

“How you a boy and don’t know about loc’s?” Nora laughed.

Smacking his teeth “Cause what glorila said ima black ass nigga with waves.” He remixed.

“And a mixer with hella ugly.” She fired back Nora and James doesn’t know it but we all know they’re fucking on the low.

“I wasn’t even talking to you, sis you gon take care of my boy?” He asked causing Londyn to snort.

“She gone take real good care of him.” She dragged.

“Awe hell this sound messy let me gon head and go in the house and we’re eating tacos tonight.” He said going into house.

“Wait you know Ony?” Nora asked

“She more than knows him remember last year when Ony got into it with that boy on the field? That was because our sis got some good cootie cat.” Smacking my teeth at her.

“We were together in high school. We broke up when we got to collage, and then we broke up again year before last and Ony having a short temper don’t got nothing to do with me.” I finished explaining our history.

“Damn so you retwisting his hair?” Nora asked

Shrugging “I mean money is money.”

“Plus it’s Ony and maybe even some dick. . . Okay bye now” she slickly said before going into her apartment leaving just me and Nora.

“Don’t worry I won’t be in the way I too have a d appointment.” She said trying to be vague.

“It’s not a d appointment and we already knew what you were doing tonight. The same thing you’ve done four Friday’s and Wednesday’s in a row.” I teased as we walking into our apartment.

“He he ha ha worry about Ony and when he coming over here.” She said going down the hallway into her room to get ready I’m assuming.

Going into my bathroom getting my shine and jam, hair clips, ratail comb and everything to wash a detox his hair. Maybe five minutes went by before I heard a knock on the door.

Trotting over and opening the door stood Ony in all his tattooed six foot two glory holding two drink and a chic fil a bag.

“You remembered I always get- the 12 count nuggets with the fries, two Polynesian sauce and a lemonade. I know pretty.” He ran down my order walking past me into the house.

Sitting on the couch eating my food before realizing Ony didn’t have anything.

“Wheres your food?” I asked maybe it was just me but I always had a thing for eating in front of someone it felt rude.

“I’m cutting right now.” He said “eat your food.”

“Have just one please you know how I feel about eating in-front of people.” I said holding out one of the dipped nuggets for him to take.

He leaned over and ate the nugget out of my hand. I’m not going to lie I was stuck.

He gave me a half smile before leaning back over and watching the Rick and Morty I had on the tv.

Finishing my food I rinsed ony’s hair and let some stuff sit to get the products and dirt out. Standing over his form rinsing his hair when I felt his right arm wrap around my waist.

Putting my front back on as I continued to wash his hair. After his hair was dried and cleaned I started twisting his hair. Feeling him shift in the hair I stopped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh well you can get another chair and take a little break?” I asked

“Nah hold up” he said he stood up leaving the room before coming back with my pink desk chair. He brought it to the living room and sat in front of it on the floor.

“Ony what are you doing?” I asked looking at him as he shrugged before turning back to the tv.

“Waiting for you to finish my hair” he said casually.

Fine if he wanted to get his hair done in the floor than okay.

Continuing like normal I found my rhythm knocking two of the four sections out easy. Turning his head so I could do the front left leaving his head against my knee and inner thigh.

I felt him start to rub in my thigh sending shockwaves to my pussy.

Rushing to finish the section whilst still being neat I turned his head to the other side of my leg. I tried to ignore the way his hand rubbed in circles gently. Making my clit throb.

Finishing his hair a stood up trying to go change my panties before he noticed.

“Where you going?” He said looking at me with those soft hazel eyes he looked so handsome.

“To bed?” I rushed out trying to step away again but he held his grip on my hand. He turned me to him on we were face to face, chest to chest.

“You really don’t miss me ma?” He said looking down at me his voice soft like it always was when he looked at me like this.

“How you figure that?” I asked getting sucked into his eyes.

“You rushing and you barely talking to me. What’s wrong?” I asked pulling me into a hug his lips against my ears as he rubbed on my butt.

Melting into him

“Nothing I just don’t want to get caught up into you again?” I said truthfully

“Why?”

“I get caught up into you so bad. And you abuse it”

“How?”

“You do everything right in the beginning but then you fall off, stoop showing your care stay out longer without saying anything. Just being careless.”

“I’m sorry baby, you just full of so much love I get scared and fucked up about you. Give me another chance i promise I’ll do right by you baby!” He said taking his head from my neck and looking me deep in the eyes.

He stared kissing on my face trailing down my neck. One, two, three wet kisses on my neck.

Licking my sweet spot just below the underside of my jaw biting my lips to keep from moaning out loud.

“Tell me” peck “to stop” peck peck “and I’ll stop” he said.

Moving my hand around his neck titling my head to give me better access.

Grabbing two handfuls of my ass he stuck his hands in my shorts playing with the thing sting on my thong. His big hands trailing down my skin all the way to my pussy he grazed my clit with his thumb, going in between my leg with the rest of his other fingers feeling my wetness.

“You missed daddy, baby?” He softly asked pecking me on the lips. I nodded.

“Use your voice!”

“I missed you Ony” I moaned out before helping as Ony picked me up and carried me to my room. Making quick work of my clothes I was face down ass up with Ony holding my hands behind my back.

His tongue, flat and wet as he licked in between my lips quickly finding my clit.

“Oh fuck” using our connecting hands that sat on my ass he bounced my pussy deeper on his tongue and locking me into place. He knew my body like the back of his hand the fierce wet licks easily making me cum.

“Oh-h papa I’m finna cum.” I cried out trying to crawl up the bed.

“Naw, take this shit! Cum on daddy face.” He said slurping me harder feeling the ballon in my belly get bigger and bigger as my orgasm got more intense.

“Just like that, good girl.” He praised as I squirted on his face. “Keep riding my face! Getcho nut princess.” I swirled my hips riding his mouth.

“I’m cumming” I chanted as my eyes rolled hard back into my head.

“Stay just like that!” He said as I came down from my orgasm, feeling Ony’s heavy dick tap on my ass.

“I missed your pussy so much baby” Ony slurred a little. taking his dick and tapping it on my clit before putting it in.

My eyes instantly rolled in the back of my head as he filled up me slowly going in and out of me. moaning I put my hand over my mouth.

“Uht-uh I needs hear that” he said smacking my ass a gasp escaping my mouth moaning as he started to speed up. Crawling down the bed pushing myself onto onys pelvis.

“N-need some more papa” I moaned

—-

“Quiet lil mama I got you”

He’s been sucking on your clit for the past hour lost in between your legs you’ve came a least three times but he’s not done. He loves every part of you. But that sweet taste your cunt produces must be one of his favourites if he would chose to be there for hours on end.

“Ony.. please..”

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️🏾

Summary: Milana is tired of being the shy, dorky, campus “weirdo”, but isn’t so sure about how to open up. When put in a situation where she has to at least communicate will she sink or swim?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of weed, Mentions of food, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist: 🍃

Word Count: 2.3k

What’s the difference between being antisocial and cast out of society? Milana wasn’t really sure as she felt a mix of eyes on her, trying to make her way off campus to get home after a long day of lectures and homework.

There was still so much to do when she got home, looking around and seeing people’s heads turn as she walked by, feeling the anxiety grip her quickly. Even with headphones and strictly looking ahead she could still feel their eyes boring into her skin.

Gosh, why are people so rude? Couldn’t they just let her live? She didn’t even know why they stared, just knowing that when they do, she just wants to shrink in on herself and hide away from the world.

That didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point, just wanting to see her cat, Oreo, and smoke a nice joint to kick off the weekend as she wrote some poetry in her journal. The perfect stress relief, and to top it all off, she’d order in sushi, turn on Insecure, and watch her favorite comfort show.

Nothing could ruin this for Milana, not even her nosy neighbor, Shelly, who was trying to peek into her doorway as she cracked it open. Simply ignoring her and kicking the door shut, unbothered for the first time in ages.

Milana practically ran to her bedroom, excited to get started, pulling out her remote and sticker covered book as Oreo jumped on the bed. His lovely little face stared up at her as she went around the room searching for the last item.

“Where is it?” She asked herself, pushing her curls out of her face as she leaned down on hands and knees to look under her bed.

Milana reached and grabbed the familiar tin jar, hoping to see a pre roll in there all ready for you to spark up, but found the entire container empty. “Nooo!” She whined softly.

Oreo laid his paw on her hands, meowing and trying to get some extra cuddles, which she provided as she tried to think. Who could she hit up last minute… She didn’t really know that many people on campus either.

Sasha’s boyfriend? Connie! He knew some guy who dealed right? What was his name though, it started with an “E”. Eric? Eren, maybe? Yeah, that was definitely it.

She could’ve sworn she saw those two together a few weeks ago, and when she clicked on Eren’s Instagram he was posting pictures of wrapped up cannabis in pouches ready to sell. It wasn’t too much of a shock either given how much the guy likes to party.

Without a second doubt she was pulling out her phone to text her best friend. Sasha asked Connie, her boyfriend of three years, and sent over Eren’s number to hit him up. She definitely owes Sash a manicure or something to really thank her.

Eren was slow to reply, mostly sending abbreviated messages that were like reading a new language, only to tell her that he can’t make the drop. Milana sighed, defeated and ready to give up when he sent a new message asking if she’d like his friend to drop by with something for her.

At this point she was desperate. Milana told Eren his friend could stop by and tossed her phone on the charger. She figured she could kill time a bit while she waited since it’d be a while.

Nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix to get started, hopping up from the floor and making her way to the bathroom. She flipped the handle to hot, and ran to the kitchen to start the kettle, deciding some tea will really make this all better.

She shed her clothes on the way back, dropping them off into the hamper, and stepping into the steaming shower. It was just as relaxing as she hoped it’d be, sighing in relief, feeling the scalding water cascade down her body.

Milana took time to really wash herself down in her baby pink body wash, the scent wafting through the entire bathroom as she did. Scrubbing her skin then stepping out onto the bathmat, turning off the shower and jumping into a towel.

As she made her way back to the kitchen she checked the time to make sure that she hadn’t accidentally lost track, pouring hot water into her mug. It was a pretty special tea blend she was using, really wanting to celebrate today and all her little wins for herself .

She took the tea with her to her bedroom to steep as she rubbed herself with lotion, smiling happily at the smell. Taking small sips of her drink in between getting dressed, trying to keep Oreo away from her mug before he knocked it off her nightstand as she shimmied into a skirt and crop top.

Eren never specified who his friend was, so she tried looking at least a bit presentable, at least enough to quickly grab her weed in the doorway and lock herself back in her room to get in some pajamas and into bed. A knock at her door had Oreo’s head peaking up curiously before scurrying across her apartment to hide in his bed.

At least they didn’t show up at a crazy hour, but she didn’t expect them this soon. Better for her actually, she thought to herself as she made her way to the door, grabbing a cardigan from her coat hanger and wrapping it tight around her body to protect from the cold.

Her hand paused before she opened the door, a sudden wave of anxiety as she took in her appearance in her closeby mirror. Oh God, what if they made fun of her, or started talking about her to Eren? What if word gets out on campus? Maybe she should change. Another knock sends her out of her spiral and scrambling to answer the door.

“Sorry, I was just-” As she looked up to speak it was like coming eye to eye with a literal piece of art. Her eyes taking in all six foot something of him as he towered over her.

Lifting her head from his clean white Air Force ones to his lax black jeans, barely on his waist. They were only slightly covered by a baggy black hoodie that couldn’t even hide how muscular he was.

Her jaw nearly went slack when she got to his face. Sexy goatee and rich dark skin, with a beautiful white smile directed her way? She couldn’t even get to his eyes before she realized that she must’ve been staring with how amused he looked.

This was literally Milana’s worst nightmare. She took a deep breath of air and straightened up, throwing her arms around herself in case he could see she wasn’t wearing bra.

“Hi…” She wheezed out, hands trembling at the first bit of human interaction she’d had in while.

“Hi.” His voice was firm. Deep and warm with mirth. Her neck craned up to really see him, his hood on with a satin black durag and brown eyes that anyone would want to swim in. Just perfection.

Deeply, immensely, intimidating perfection. One that had her wanting to just slam the door in his face and not face him ever. Oh well, she was here now, might as well try not to make a complete fool of yourself.

“Right, are-are you Eren’s, uhm, friend?” Milana felt like a bug leaving its cocoon for the first time. She really had to get better with talking to people, it was starting to get embarrassing.

“Yeah, I am.” Straight and to the point. No extra filler words or anything, she didn’t really know how to respond, nodding and waiting for him to say anything else. “You just need a “G” right?” He asked, tilting his chin up to reveal a shining gold chain around his neck.

She went to speak until she tried to think of something cool to say, pausing mid air only to sigh out a shy, “Yes please.” Speaking under her breath while trying to hold her composure. She watched his hands come out of his hoodie to rub together in the chilly night air.

“I’m Ony.” He nodded to her, and she smiled politely at his name. “You said cash right?” He confirmed, and she realized that he might’ve been rushing her a bit so he didn’t have to stand in the cold.

“Sorry, right!” Jumping straight into autopilot she turned around to go inside, quickly turning back so she didn’t look rude for just leaving so suddenly. “I will- I’m just going to- let me go inside!” She rushed out all jumbled together as she spun on her feet.

Ony’s eyes nearly went blank as she turned her back to him, Milana’s hair swaying her scent in his face. Mhmm, strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and marshmallows. She smelled like the perfect dessert, and he had to adjust himself while she wasn’t looking just so she wouldn’t see him nearly drool.

As she went back inside to find the money she took a minute to breathe, hiding behind her bedroom door with a hand over her thumping heart. Oh my gosh, that man was so fine, like actually gorgeous! The only man she’s ever looked at and actually wanted to even attempt to flirt with.

It took a minute to calm her racing heart, but she had to remember what her real mission was here! Milana made her way to her vanity, grabbing the small ceramic dish containing some cash she kept for rainy days, pausing to actually get it together and cool down.

As she made her way back out, she tried to put on a braver face, smiling and focusing her energy into seeming relaxed. She was about to hand over the bills until she heard a needy meow behind her. She could recognize the sound of her hungry cat anywhere.

Oreo slithered out the door behind her, making her do a double take and open the door to let him back in. “No, baby. Pst, pst, pst.” She kneeled down trying to coax him back and watched in awe as he slithered around Ony’s legs instead.

The cheeky little boy decided to take a seat right between his feet, purring in content. “Cute cat.” Ony finally acknowledged him, smiling with amusement as her pet leaned its head back to look up at him.

“Thank you, he’s not normally so friendly.” Milana smiled as she scooped up Oreo in her hands and deposited him back inside. Quickly, she closed the door before he could escape again and stood back up, noticing Ony’s eyes on her the entire time.

“So he’s the one holding you down here, huh?” He said distractedly, eyes moving up and down her figure, almost committing it to memory.

She shrugged, ignoring his stare and looking down at her sandals as she answered. “Ah, y’know. He’s the only man in my life, so.” She laughed at her own joke before getting embarrassed at how lame it sounded, shrinking in on herself by trying to pull her cardigan around her body.

“What’s your name?” Ony asked, shocking both himself and her. That wasn’t typical for this type of interaction, to give your random plug your name while trying to buy some prerolls. She didn’t know what to say, but he was so assertive that it was hard to just do nothing.

“My name is Lana- Milana, sorry.” Oh no, why did she give this man her government name? What was she thinking? “Milana is my real name, but I never give it out. Everyone calls me Lana, except my professors, but they can never pronounce it right anyways so…”

She shut herself up before she could ramble anymore. “I’m Onyankopon.” Ony smiled, reaching a hand out smoothly, starting over with her. He never gave out his government name either, but something about her was just too good to resist.

Gorgeous girl, natural beauty too. Not an ounce of makeup, but he couldn’t even imagine how good she’d look wearing it too. Her curls were long and tight, shiny, just as healthy and moisturized as she looked.

When she stepped outside for the first time, it took everything in him not to pull out his phone and thank Eren for wanting to smash some random chick tonight. With the way her body was looking too, he’d really have to make sure this wasn’t the last time he came up here.

“If you need anything,” His hand gently took hers as he stepped forward, her eyes dropping down then jumping to his face. “Give me a call. I’ll have Eren give you my number.” She didn’t even notice how he slid the small baggie into her hand until he pulled away.

Offering up her cash, he took one look at the slightly crumpled bills and shook his head. “Just gimme five and we cool.”

“Five?” Sputtering softly in surprise, she held out two bills instead. “No, no. That’s not enough right?”

He almost laughed at how she nearly gave him twenty five dollars for a twelve dollar bag.

“Call it a discount. For my new favorite customer.” Ony plucked his five out of her hand and let her keep the rest, allowing the silence to wash over them as she felt the weight of his words.

Was he-No. he definitely wasn’t flirting. No way. He’s being funny or nice. He had to be, right? He for sure wasn’t sending her a wink and another smile as he left, walking away and leaving her in the doorway to ponder about what he said.

She felt like she was in a daze as she made her way back into her apartment. Replaying everything in her head as she changed and sat back in the covers, finally lighting up the preroll.

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