Onyankopon x Black Coded Character âïžđŸ
Summary: Crashing out might be in the cards for tonight, but when things get hard, and hurtful words are said, how will Milana and Ony find a way to make things right?
Warning MDNI!: Fingering, Praise and dirty talk, Mentions of overstimulation, Mentions of food, Mentions of alcohol, Original character with original descriptions.
Relationships were too complicated to even try at this point. Too secretive, too vulnerable, just too damn much. Especially with the way Ony had Milana so mad that she couldnât even think, not after the argument the two of them got into first thing in the morning, while getting on campus of all places. A disaster already in the making, which only got worse as the day dragged on.
Things had actually started off so good, Milanaâs alarm going off with its usual soft chime, breaking through the silence of her early morning. She groaned, reaching out from under her blanket to silence it. Her room was still dim, the early light creeping through the curtains, and she felt the pull of sleep that threatened to drag her back under. But she had a class to get to, and Ony would be picking her up soon.
With a heavy sigh, Milana pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes as she swung her legs off the bed and planted her feet on the cool floor. She stretched, feeling the remnants of sleep in her limbs, and glanced at the time on her phone: 8:15 AM. There was just enough time to get ready if she didnât start lollygagging like she usually did, excited to see her man and enjoy his company before she had to actually work hard or study.
She shuffled over to the bathroom, brushing her teeth with an automatic rhythm, the minty freshness slowly waking her up. She splashed water on her face, using a warm washcloth to help her shake off the last bits of sleep, and then turned to face her reflection in the mirror. âOkay, Milana, letâs do this,â She muttered to herself, as if mentally preparing for battle. Knowing the situation going on under her bonnet, she definitely was about to go to war.
Nothing a nice hot shower couldnât start to fix, shedding her sleep shirt and satin scarf to reveal her tangled curls that fell down her back. The warm steam swirling around as she jumped inside, closing the door behind her, letting out a small sigh as the heat enveloped her body. It felt good washing away the remnants of another night sleeping by herself, her phone calls with Ony being the only thing keeping her sane these days. Falling asleep in front of the screen while he was usually still up, counting money or bagging for customers while he soothed her with his voice.
She missed him, feeling like theyâd been a little distant after being so close the first few weeks, nervous that their âhoneymoonâ stage might be fading away. The thought was only getting swept out of her mind under the cascading stream, feeling it relax her tense muscles. Milana closed her eyes for a moment, letting it all seep into her skin as she shampooed her hair, massaging herscalp with her fingertips, enjoying the way the lather slid through her thick hair. The scent of the shampoo, soft and filled with jasmine, lingered in the air as she rinsed it out.
After conditioning, she let the water flow through her hair, rinsing the curls into their natural pattern. Milana loved how her hair looked when it was wetâshiny and bouncy, but she knew that getting it just right was always a process. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a comfy towel, the coziness of it bringing solace to her skin. Her reflection in the mirror showed the early signs of a day well begun, a fresh glow from the shower and a peaceful, relaxed look in her eyes.
Milana set to work on her curls next, reaching for her wide-tooth comb, gently working through the damp strands. Sheâd learned long ago that combing it while wet, before it started to dry and frizz, was the key to avoiding knots. Reminding herself to go slow as she ran the comb through her hair, already she could tell it was going to be a good hair day. The curls felt soft and defined, just how she liked them. She applied a leave-in conditioner, massaging it through with care, and then followed up with a curl cream and gel, just enough to give some bounce without weighing her down.
Once sheâd finished applying the products, she reached for a blow-dryer, using the diffuser attachment to slowly work her way through. Gently drying her hair while spending a few minutes in her own world until she was left with a halo of soft, bouncy curls, each one defined and full of life. That had Milana smiling at her reflection, loving how they looked today. Her hair had its own rhythm, and as much as she might complain about the time it took to style it, there was something satisfying about seeing the final result. It felt like a personal victory every time. With her hair, semi dry and perfectly styled, it was time to leave her vanity and start moving faster.
She knew Ony would be pulling up soon, clipping her hair up, and shedding her towel to lotion up. Smoothing a rich layer of body cream onto her arms, the soft, gourmand scent lingering in the air, mixing with the steam still present from her shower. Her hands glided over her skin, and she closed her eyes, letting the lotion soak in while her thoughts wandered off to her boyfriend again. Like that was anything new. But it had been a while since sheâd truly stopped and reflected on how he made her feel.
In the quiet moments, when she was alone with her thoughts, she realized that he was a constant presence in her life. Not just physically, but in the way he made everything feel lighter. As she worked the cream into her thighs, she remembered the way he made even the smallest moments special. Ony had a way of being effortlessly kind, the type of person who always seemed to know exactly what you needed without you saying a word. He wasnât loud or showy about it; instead, he was quietly, consistently present. Milana had always admired how he could make her feel safe, not just physically, but emotionally as well, showing it in both his words and actions.
She felt refreshed after putting some work in to look pretty, taking some time to actually smile at her reflection, brushing a hand over her arms to take in the smoothness. Admiring herself has never been easy, but after that shower session there was no way to bring her down. Opening her closet to scan the clothes hanging in front of her, excited as she jumped into a skirt and tied a knot into the back of her top to show off a little today. Brushing her lashes with her spoolie and swiping on her lip liner and gloss, just enough to feel awake and ready to face the day.
A glance at her phone told her it was already 10:40, meaning she was cutting it close, but that was nothing new. Milana nearly slipped on her hardwood floors as she sped to feed Oreo and grab her own breakfast. Shoving it down while standing in front of her microwave, happy that she at least remembered to pop her vitamins as well. With a familiar honk outside, she was scrambling to close the fridge and hop into her shoes as she snatched up her bag and textbooks, glasses nearly falling off in the process.
Ony picking her up for school was something new that she enjoyed him doing for her, smiling as he pulled up blasting her favorite songs in his âBatmobileâ as she dubbed it. The nickname always made him laugh because of how dark his tints were and the expensive black car wrap that covered it. He hopped out and opened the door for her to get in, laying a sweet kiss to her cheek as she did, giggling softly, adjusting the books in her hands as she tried to stop cheesing so hard at his antics. He closed the door and got in himself to lay another kiss to her lips, grunting appreciatively when her hand cupped his cheek to hold him there.
He tried not to deepen it further, but Milana was just too intoxicating to him, his hands sneaking to wrap around her back. âAh, Ony. Weâve got school to go to.â She reminded him as she pulled away, using her thumb to wipe her gloss off his lips.
âYeah, yeah.â He grumbled, pulling her in for one more before he took off. As she buckled her seatbelt she observed him, noticing that his mood didnât seem all the way there. His eyes fixed straight ahead as if he was lost in thought, a worse thought popping up in her head that maybe he was avoiding looking at her altogether.
âHey,â Milana finally got him to glance at her as she tried to break the ice, her voice soft. âHow are you?â
Ony gave a small humm, but it wasnât a real answer. His movements stiff as he shrugged, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. She frowned, trying to study him more, but he wasnât giving her much to work with. âYou okay?â
He nodded, but the gesture felt half-hearted. âYeah,â he threw it out, replying flatly. His tone was so neutral that she was racking her brain trying to come up with any answers as to why today was so different. "Just tired."
She didnât buy it, having known Ony long enough to tell when something was wrong, and this felt like something more than just a lack of sleep. She glanced at him, her heart sinking while her mood deflated a bit, but he truly hadnât intended on being so cold today, wrapped up in his own emotions while trying to process how he felt.
Things with her were just moving much differently than he wanted, their relationship in a weird place for him in the aftermath of her argument with Sasha. He noticed how Milana had become more withdrawn, more reluctant to show affection in public, and now he couldnât shake the feeling that maybe it was because of him. It had started small, little things like her pulling away when he tried to hold her hand in front of their friends or her quickly changing the subject when their relationship came up. But today, it hit him all at once when he wasnât even trying to think about it.
Them taking things slow wasnât an issue for him, if it was better for her, then it was better for their relationship. His only concern was that he didnât see an end to them being private, and now it just felt like they were borderline secretive. Not going out in public, no dates like they were doing when they first got together, or even acting like a couple when they were out. It was hard for him, having to be stuck inside to receive her affection, and all he wanted was to feel proud of what they hadânot like they were sneaking around.
Still, he noticed that his silence wasnât helping to make the ride any easier, tilting his head to turn towards her. It gave her an opportunity to appreciate how beautiful he looked, light filtering through the window, casting a warm glow on his dark skin, making him look even more striking. The way his jawline looked sharp from the side, making his taper appear pronounced, the subtle intensity in his eyes reminding her of his mood. Sometimes, she couldnât help how she found him so attractive, even if it was at a bad time, it hit her in waves, like she was seeing him for the first time all over again.
The way she looked at him made him smile, finally cracking through to bring him into better spirits. âYou ate? You want me to grab you something before class?â Ony asked, reaching a hand out for her to hold while he finished the drive. The redirect allowed her time to breathe, brushing off his earlier behavior by chalking it up to him being tired like he said.
âI ate at home today, Babe. Had some oatmeal and fruit.â Milana squeezed his hand reassuringly, giving him a sweet smile as she answered.
âGood, thatâs good.â He nodded, and she caught herself staring at him for a moment longer than she meant to. Ony turned, catching her gaze. He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, stopping at a red light and reaching a hand over to pick up one of her curls and inspect them with tenderness. âDid your professor hit you back?â
She rolled her eyes, thinking about how her teacher had sent back her essay saying that she incorrectly cited one of her quotes. They didnât even double check it to see that she hadnât, and then had the nerve to not respond to her email for days. âNot yet. Iâm more worried about this other class though. The homework is only getting harder.â She smoothed out her hair, sighing at the annoying things sheâd have to face today.
âNah, youâll make it,â Ony said confidently, shaking his head at how she acted like she couldnât handle the homework, she was the only person he knew whoâd look at a âBâ and want to cry. âItâs just class, donât stress so much, Mama.â
âJust class?â She echoed with a playful glare. âIf I donât pass that class Iâll be casting shame upon my whole family.â Milana dramatically threw herself to the side in a fit of mock despair, holding a hand to her forehead like she was liable to faint.
Ony tried to suppress his laughter, her antics getting the best of him, still making him smile through all the struggle he was facing inside. A reprieve from the tension giving them a second of normalcy again. âYouâll do great. Besides, Iâll be there to help you with everything. Yâknow, in case you need tutoring later.â He turned to her with a wink, his mischievous smile telling her that studying isnât what he really wanted to do.
Milana shot him a sideways glance, humming as if she wasnât sure, as she replied. âTutoring, huh? Well, how qualified are you?â
âOh, Iâm more than qualified,â Ony said, putting on his smoothest face, making her turn away before sheâd burst into laughter. âIn fact, Iâm thinking of giving private lessons, just you and me. No distractions.â He reached a hand over, letting his fingertips skim up her bare leg to tickle her, she couldnât help but to laugh now.
âIâll pass on the tutoring, I already know someone for that. That way I can be free for some alone time.â Wiggling her eyebrows up and down in a way that had him rolling his eyes at her silliness, she finally felt at ease without the awkwardness filling the car.
âYou for real got a tutor? Who?â His question was innocent enough, just genuinely wanting to make sure that she was covered in school. He knew how hard she worked in order to do good, and wouldnât want her to feel like she was slipping up when her semester was almost over.
âJust a friend, my super smart one. Weâre going to meet at a cafe or something so he can help me out.â Onyâs eyes narrowed just slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching with a mix of curiosity and something else, an unmistakable hint of jealousy.
It hadnât meant to creep in the way it did, but the fact that she was so casual about going out with some random guy he'd never met instead of him made his feelings bubble back to the surface all over again. This time coming back tenfold. Maybe it was his mood, or his exasperation with their situation, but he just couldnât bite the sarcastic jab that left his mouth.
âDamn, you going out with him like that? I donât got to worry do I?â His voice laced with simmering aggravation that he just couldnât seem to tame. He couldnât help but be a bit fed up, tired of tiptoeing around the issue. Heâd rather just bring it out and lay it all on the table, but he also didnât really know the right words to say at the moment.
âWhat?â Milana responded immediately, brows scrunching in confusion at how he flipped so fast. The air thickened all at once, sucking up the joy that was once there and replaced it with unspoken frustration. âOkay, Ony. Whatâs up with you?â She finally asked, turning to him with a huff, arms crossing over her chest as she started to feel an attitude creep in. He couldnât expect her to just be cool with how heâd been acting, especially when he was throwing random jabs.
âItâs nothing.â He tried to brush her off once again, but when he saw that she wasnât going to let up about it he continued. âI just.. I donât think this lowkey shit is gonna work for me.â Ony huffed, trying not to let his emotions take over, choosing his words carefully as he spoke. He knew this wasnât about her friend, it was about them, and how much he wanted to change the way they were right now.
As cautious as he tried to be, it didnât matter when his delivery still hurt, his tone much less understanding than it usually was. Besides, what did he mean by âlowkey shitâ? What was he trying to say? Blindsided wasnât the word, she felt like something was bothering him lately, but never expected Ony to be upset about that.
âDidnât you agree when we said weâd keep it private? I thought thatâs what you wanted too.â Milana pointed out as she spoke defensively. It wasnât like she had anything to hide, she just felt like she had made the right choice. They were doing them, without anyone to criticize how they were doing it, whatâs so wrong with that?
âI never said I wanted that, you did.â He tossed back, regretting the fact that he had even agreed to that in the first place. At this point, he was ready to forget it and just drop it. He felt misunderstood, simply wanting the respect of being treated like a partner in public.
âOny, youâre literally getting all upset âcause I donât want to put our business out there?â
His eyes turned, narrowing in on her intensely. The look made her falter slightly as Ony only heightened the situation. Sheâd never seen him so⊠upset, usually always calm and even-tempered like nothing could phase him. âThatâs not what I said. I just donât think itâs going to work for us. The fuck is wrong with that?â
Oh now he was doing way too much. âWait,â Milana chuckled, laced with disbelief at his tone, his chest all puffed up as he tilted his head, smacking his lips at her. âWhy are you cursing at me? You act like Iâm committing a crime for not wanting to put myself out there on front street.â Now she was ready to show out, voice as sharp as her eyes that looked like they could cut him down.
Ony tried to take a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. His voice tightening as he held his composure. âAll Iâm saying is, I want to be able to be with you without having to worry about other people, and you should want that too.â
Milanaâs scoff cut through the air like a blade, her frustration obvious as she rolled her eyes like he wasnât making sense. Heâd been trying to be patient up until this point, but hearing that dismissive sound sent a stabbing spike of irritation through him. It wasnât just the words anymore; it was a culmination of everything, the way he felt like he wasnât good enough to be proud of.
âOr are you trying to keep things on the low so you can still fuck around?â
Milanaâs chest tightened uncomfortably, all of the air being sucked out of her at once. Her cheeks puffed up as she resisted the urge to ball up her fists unless she wanted to break a nail. The weight of his accusation hit her like a ton of bricks, and she couldnât see anything past the red hot anger that was clouding her vision. âYou know what, you can drop me off here.â Her voice shook as she tried not to spew out every obscenity she was thinking of, ready to just walk to school at this point.
Ony huffed through his nose, wanting to slam his head against the wheel after letting that out. That wasnât supposed to happen, popping off at the mouth and saying reckless things unintentionally, a bad habit he was still trying to conquer. It definitely didnât help that whenever he looked at her he had a strange mix of frustration and attraction going on in his head. Heâd definitely have to tell her later that her angry face made him want to kiss her, and maybe do a little more than that.
âAre you seriously asking me to pull over and let you out?â Ony asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and a half-amused chuckle. âYouâre funny if you think Iâd do that.â
Milanaâs face immediately darkened, glaring daggers at him. âNothing about this is funny, so donât even start with me.â All she wanted to do was scream, hands gripping the end of her skirt, bunching it in her hands frustratedly.
âAinât nobody starting with you, so chill.â He clicked his tongue, scratching at his jawline, trying to think of ways to apologize when they both calmed down. Her mouth opened again, ready to fire back at him when he cut in. âAnd I donât give a fuck about your lilâ attitude. Iâm still dropping you off and making sure you get there safe.â His tone had that finality to it, which meant no matter how she begged or pleaded, he was going to follow through. Her arms crossed over her chest, huffing in annoyance as she sat back and waited.
They each ignored each other on the ride there, Milana suddenly finding the window more interesting, looking at the side of his head each time she looked up, trying not to smack her lips in annoyance. Her body stiff, legs crossed so he couldnât rest his hand on her thigh, bobbing her foot up and down in her cute wedges as she tried not to look at her anklet with his initial on it.
Did he really think she didnât want to be with him without having to worry about what people would say? Of course, she wanted the same thing, but how could they have that when her own best friend wasnât approving of them. She was so mad, even more so when she realized he wasnât wrong, not exactly. He felt the way he felt, though said it in a bad way, but she also felt this deep, gnawing fear that she couldnât and didnât know how to explain to him. Afraid of opening up to the world, of being vulnerable. It wasnât just about hiding their relationship; it was about protecting it. About protecting them from the harsh judgment that came with it.
Milana couldnât dwell on it for too long, her campus coming into view as they pulled up, watching as Ony still came around to her side and opened her door, helping her step out once he parked in his usual spot down the street from the entrance. She practically leapt to her feet to get away from him, looking around to make sure no one saw them, the action not going unnoticed by him, only making his anger boil all over again. Milana was just about to storm off in a huff when Ony cleared his throat behind her, gesturing to her forgotten school bag in his hands. Oh great.
With her arms carrying her books, she made her way back to him, avoiding his eyes in a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She reached a hand out to take it back from him when he pulled it out of her reach, a teasing expression to him. âNah, I think Iâll carry it for you.â Even better.
Ony leaned down, eyes boring into hers as he pressed a small kiss to the corner of her mouth, not able to stay mad for long, sliding the books out of her hands to walk them for her. Milana stepped back, not wanting to be so close to him right now, still feeling the residual emotions from their spat earlier. âDonât be like that, Ma.â
âAnd what am I supposed to be like, Onyankopon?â She snapped back, reeling it in when he shot her a look for being short with him, lips pressing together to keep from saying anything else.
They started walking afterwards, Ony carrying all her things while Milana was actively trying to ignore him still, seething silently. People were practically tripping over their own feet trying to get out of his way, seeing the deep scowl he had on his face from not being able to resolve anything and having to leave it there. Whispers going around all by her ears making her want to cry and scream all at once.
Fuck, this wasnât how he wanted it to go at all. Now she was stomping her little feet all around campus, looking cute as ever, but too mad to let him do anything about it. Ony sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as he tried to shake off the guilt he was feeling. He said all the wrong things, too upset to think straight the moment he spilled out what heâd been trying to avoid all this time.
The path to class was too brief for his liking, but not short enough for hers, wanting to escape and be done with this situation. She turned to face him once they reached her Roots of African American culture class, the professor and some students already gathered to begin. He silently handed over her books and bag, watching her sling it over her shoulder and try and turn away to leave.
âWe gone settle this later.â Ony all but declared, stuffing his hands in his pocket, mindful not to put his hands on her to give her some space.
âI donât think so.â His tongue ran over his teeth, biting down and reminding himself that she had a right to be upset. He knew heâd only rile things up even more if he didnât reel it in, and heâd never embarrass her by trying to argue right in front of her classroom.
âYou donât get to avoid me forever, gotta talk to me at some point, Milana.â Ony eased out, trying to reason softly with her, but only making her stomach tighten with a mix of emotions.
âYeah well, you donât get to say hurtful things then act like you care.â Her voice wobbled at the end, quickly rushing into her classroom before she broke down in an embarrassing scene. She took deep breaths, digging in her bag for some headphones to get through the day, writing notes with hardly any effort or drawings to power through. Instead, her mind was focused on not thinking about her boyfriend.
In the end, Ony still made his presence known everywhere she turned. He had been trying to talk it out all day with endless calls and texts, asking her to at least respond. Having to deal with that was hard enough, especially when she had to practically escape off campus to avoid driving with him again. Leaving class thirty minutes early after sending a text to let him know she didnât need a ride.
Thatâs when he started going off the deep end, sending Mikasa, a neutral party, over with chocolates from him, really going all out to get her to answer the phone. At some point his messages started turning from asking to telling her that he was coming over, demanding to speak. There was just no way he was going to let this argument continue on like this, but Milana wasnât too ready to just give up after she felt like he disrespected her.
âItâs like he thinks he owns me. Like Iâm supposed to move when he says to. Just disregards everything Iâm saying, and to top it all off, accused me of being a cheater?â She ranted, pacing her bedroom back and forth as she replayed the argument from her perspective.
âGirl, this is why I donât fuck with men.â Mikasa opened another candy wrapper, popping it into her mouth with a content hum until it was snatched out of her hands. âWhat-â
âStop eating my chocolates!â Milana huffed out as she slammed the box closed, tossing it to the other side of the bed with an annoyed eye roll. âFocus! Help me think about what Iâm supposed to do when he gets here.â
Mikasa groaned, sitting up and rubbing her temples for a second while in deep thought. She mumbled ideas to herself under her breath, then smiled with a troublesome look, something that made Milana a bit hesitant. âWhat?â She asked, Mikasa sitting up and leaning close to her ear, playing the little devil on her shoulder.
âYou want to show him you can make decisions without him, right? Be your own boss, donât take his shit.â Whispering to her in a soothing tone, her words twisting something in her stomach, feeling a scheme coming on. âCome with me to this bonfire.â
âA bonfire?â How was a party going to solve her issues with Ony? That only sounded like some payback, like toxic Mikasa was in full effect. She felt a twinge of apprehension until it started mixing in with anger, turning into a desire to get out of the house. A strong sense of pride that made her want to show him that he couldnât talk to her in any type of way. Mikasaâs advice is starting to sound better and better, and besides, if this were Sasha sheâd probably be telling her to just cut her losses with him. What was the harm in hearing out another idea?
âShow him youâre not waiting around for him to decide your life. You donât have to ask permission to go anywhere, so no harm no foul. Youâre just going to go and get your mind off of things.â One gift that girl had was to make anything sound persuasive, and right now, everything was making a lot of sense. âNo one from campus will be there. Let loose a little.â
Let loose, huh? Maybe, just maybe, thatâs exactly what she needed. âGive me ten minutes to get dressed.â Milana smirked, a little eager to get out of the house for the first time in a while. She definitely shouldâve said twenty though, since Mikasa was holding her to every second. Impatient as she threw on her makeup and scrambled all over the room. Shimmying into some white capris and pulling on a low cut butterfly cami before picking out her chunkiest bracelets and matching heels. She stood in front of the mirror, her hands shaking slightly as she applied the finishing touches, rubbing in some glittering body oil over her skin.
The argument with Ony replayed in her mind, the harsh words, the silence that followed, and the look in his eyes that made her doubt everything. How could he feel like she would betray him like that? When sheâd been actively trying to open up just like he was, letting him in closer than anyone else had ever gotten. The thought of even entertaining someone else was laughable, knowing that sheâd rather throw up then have to flirt with a man. Especially when she wouldnât find anyone else like Ony.
Milana had missed him all day, reading through each text he sent while trying not to cry, so angry with him that she didnât know what to do. Despite the ache in her heart, she knew this was the step she needed to take. A small act of courage to move forward, even if only for tonight. Who knows when sheâd feel like socializing again, and maybe itâd give her the confidence she needed to talk things out. Wanting nothing more than to squash this issue and get an apology, but she couldn't bring herself to reach out first. Not yet, anyway. She took a deep breath, knowing deep down, staying in her room while spiraling wouldnât help. Shaking out the tenseness she felt, she made her way outside with Mikasa, seeing her smile and admiring her look today.
âYou look amazing,â Mikasa said as they walked out to the car. âBonfire's going to be good for you.â The drive to the beach was filled with light conversation and the crackling sound of the radio. Most of it a blur until they actually arrived at the beach, hopping out to make their way to the pit. It was where everyone went for hangouts, parties getting thrown nearly every day of the week all the time.
The air outside was getting crisp, the scent of burning wood filling their lungs as they approached the group gathered around the fire. She didnât know them personally, not like Mikasa, but they were familiar faces and always nice when they ran into her.
People laughing, talking, and enjoying the warmth of the flames, spread across the area on lawn chairs and beach towels. This should be the perfect distraction. Milana and Mikasa joined the others, finding a spot to stand near the pit. As the warmth enveloped her, Milana felt a slow exhale escape her lips. She could hear Mikasa already jumping into conversations with multiple people, but her mind wandered again to Ony. He stopped reaching out, going radio silent now, which made her feel more uneasy, checking her phone again and again, refreshing it just to see nothing. Now she felt like she had taken him for granted, that he figured it was a waste of time trying to fix it. Was he even sorry? She didnât know.
Mikasa was her usual cheery self within the group surrounding them, but Milana could sense her friendâs attention, occasionally drifting back to check on her. It made her feel a little better, but not enough to shake the unease. Her hands stretched out in front of her, warming up by the fire, each one holding a heel that was cute but impractical for the beach. âHey, you okay?â Mikasaâs voice was gentle, probably sensing that she was sensitive, nudging Milana playfully with her shoulder.
She gave a half-hearted smile, softly kicking at the sand while inspecting the jumping embers. Her lips rubbed together as she tried to appear more calm than she felt. âYeah, just⊠not used to this.â
Mikasa chuckled lightly. âItâs just a bonfire, Milana. No oneâs going to bite.â This time she reached out and draped an arm over her shoulders, making her feel even warmer. âYou want me to introduce you to someone?â
Milana hesitated. The thought of engaging with more strangers made her feel even more self-conscious. She glanced around at the group, hearing snippets of laughter and conversation, but felt too shy to join in. It was easier to stay quiet, to stay in her shell. âI donât know,â Her voice low, quietly dropping her gaze to the sand. âIâm fine here.â
Mikasa nodded understandingly. âAlright, but if you change your mind, Iâm right here.â Milana gave a small nod, appreciating the support. She stayed there, watching the fire, feeling its warmth but still battling the uncertainty inside her. Now she was wondering how her friend got her to agree with this. She didnât get the chance to find out, an entire hour in and she hadnât done much but feel like an imposter amongst everyone else.
The night alive with the pulse of music, the scent of saltwater in the air, orange and yellow light illuminating the beach. Mikasa making her laugh, hearing it mingle with the sound of waves, but her thoughts were far from relaxed. It wasnât that she didnât enjoy being there, but there was something gnawing at her. Something about being here without Ony, without him knowing, felt wrong. Her nerves creating a tight knot in her stomach.
Milana excused herself to get a drink, needing some time alone for a second to just process everything. Some of the faces around her became unfamiliar, their energy high and free, something she struggled to mirror as she walked carefully to the cooler. Rummaging through it, she found a spiked lemonade that hadnât been taken, celebrating her win with a smile as she cracked it open. The taste was heaven, cooling her down and giving her a little buzz to get through the rest of the night.
Mikasa approached her, noticing her expression was a little more serious than usual as she glanced up, sensing something was going on in her friend's mind. âHey, Lana,â She said, taking a deep breath before sitting down in an empty chair next to her. âI need to dip for a second, my ex is here.â
Milanaâs heart skipped a beat. âWait, what?â She immediately sat down too, shocked to know that her ex girlfriend had showed up. They did know the same people, but usually she was always trying to stay away from Mikasa, keeping her blocked for months now.
âYeah.â Mikasaâs tone was careful, almost hesitant. âI know, I know. Itâs a bit of a mess, but sheâs here, and I think I need to clear the air, you know?â Her eyes softened as she glanced at her friend. âIâll be back soon. I just need to do this for myself.â
Milana blinked, processing the sudden shift. She didnât realize Mikasa still had unfinished business with her Ex. Her friend, usually so confident and composed, was showing a vulnerability she hadnât expected. Mikasa wasnât one to really talk about their relationship, maybe it was painful to bring up, but tonight it seemed like she was ready to lay it all on the table. âYouâre sure?â She asked, trying to keep her voice low. âYou want to do this now?â
Mikasa nodded, her lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. âYeah. When you love someone, you have to make it right.â That caught her attention, Milanaâs head poking up at her friend's words, taking in the subtle advice. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but she wasnât sure what words would be helpful. Instead, she just nodded.
âOkay. Iâll be right here when you get back.â
Mikasa stood, giving her a quick, tight hug. âThanks, Lana,â She whispered before walking off away from the group of people who had gathered near the bonfire. Milana watched her go, feeling a strange mix of emotions. There was a sense of loneliness creeping in, but also a strange respect for Mikasaâs courage.
Her mind drifted back to the way Ony had looked at her, distant and hurt, and the words that had spilled out between them like a tidal wave. Maybe it had hurt him, just as much as it had torn her apart. Was she brave enough to fix it though? To apologize? Milanaâs gaze dropped to the sand, tossing her shoes down beside her, huffing as she tried to ignore the tears welling up, her anger dissipating slowly. The idea of approaching him, of letting her guard down enough to admit her mistakes, made her feel nauseous.
But, then she drifted away again, her heart fluttering uncomfortably as a few memories of happier times with Ony flickered through her mind. Images of them laughing together, sharing quiet moments, the way heâd always held onto her like a lifeline, keeping her grounded. Theyâd built something together, something that felt like it could last, and yet, here they were, on the edge of something fragile.
Maybe Mikasa was right, and it was time to face the hard conversations. But how? How could she find the courage to repair what had been broken? Her fingers gripped the edge of her seat tightly, a small but defiant gesture. She wasnât sure if she was ready to go to Ony yet, but the thought of letting everything slip away without trying seemed even harder to bear.
The sight of someone nearby pulled her out of her reverie. Milana turned, and a guy she didnât recognize was standing beside her, dropping down into Mikasaâs old seat. He stretched out, getting a little too close for comfort as he decided to speak. âYou look like you could use some company,â The man said with a sly wink, the kind that made her uncomfortable. âIâm Nate. Whatâs your name?â
His grin was confident, his eyes wandering over her as if she were a prize to be claimed. Milana forced a smile, but she wasnât really interested. Her mind was still rushing in different directions. âLana.â She shrugged out, lips pulled into a tight lipped smile as she went back to sipping her drink.
Milana looked uneasy, shifting back a little, but the man didnât seem to take the hint. Instead, he scooted in closer, eyes gleaming when his hand brushed a bit too close to hers. âSilent type, I like that. Youâre far too beautiful to be sitting here all alone though. Want to go for a walk?â She felt her stomach turn, but before she could come up with a polite excuse, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
âThe fuck is going on here?â
She whipped around to see Ony, his face stormy, jaw clenched tight like he could shatter his teeth right now. His eyes looked past her, locked on the man beside her, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze. Milanaâs heart dropped into her stomach. She hadnât even seen him pull up, but there he was, furious with defensive fists clenched at his sides.
When he had stepped onto the beach, the sound of the party was already buzzing in his ears, his feet hurriedly stomping towards the prettiest girl there. He hadn't wanted to come, not in the mood to be there, or around anyone for that matter after the argument with Milana. Yet, somehow Mikasa had convinced him, practically begged him, persuading him with the promise of being able to finally see his girl. Her presence was so magnetic that it almost hurt to look at her, and even from a distance, she commanded him towards her.
There, in front of him was everything he couldnât seem to get out of his head. Her skin, so deep and rich that he practically wanted to sink his teeth in, glowing softly in the firelight. He watched the way her curls framed her face, a halo of beauty, each strand alive and full of life. The way her lips parted slightly when she smiled, the apple of her cheeks full with life just like her eyes. They held a shade of brown that always seemed to catch the light just right, making everything else around him blur.
For a moment, the anger, the confusion, the words theyâd exchanged earlier melted away. All that was left was the woman he loved, standing in front of him like an image of pure poise and beauty. Then in an instant, it all turned sour.
Nothing could prepare him to see her sitting next to some guy. Ony quickly telling himself that he was overreacting, itâs nothing. He had no right to feel jealous, no right to feel this sting. They were fine, not broken up. Convincing himself that they were just... in a rough patch. But something about the way the guy leaned in, way too close, made something twist painfully inside of him.
Milana could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, embarrassment mingling with all her other unresolved feelings. She hadnât expected him to show up, and now she was stuck in the middle of something that felt like it was spiraling out of control. It seemed like the only one who hadnât gotten the hint was Nate, smirking at Ony like this was funny to him. âHey man, relax. Weâre just talking.â
Ony was already tall, but when close by the fire, it made his shadow loom over the two sitting down. His posture made him seem even bigger, broad shoulders squared, obviously not playing around right now. He was moving with a controlled intensity, like a man who knew exactly how to command space, how to make himself noticed without uttering a word.
He glanced briefly at the guy againâstill smiling, still leaning in too close, but it didnât matter. There was nothing Ony had to say to him, turning his attention to who he came for. âLetâs go.â Was all he said, the sharpness in his tone made her flinch. Milana hadnât expected him to react like this, he had never been possessive, or so angry. She opened her mouth to explain, but the words wouldnât come out, realizing she hadnât even considered how this might look to him.
There was nothing to say, instead that would have to come later. Milana pushed up from her chair to stand, solemnly bending down, ready to grab her shoes when a cold hand reached for her wrist. It took her brain a second to register that it wasnât from her boyfriend, who was now looking like he could commit murder. No, that random dude was holding onto her, making her turned to him confused as he opened his mouth. âHey, I donât think so man.â
âExcuse me?â In an instant, Ony stepped forward, his hand reaching for Milana, pulling her firmly toward him. The movement was almost instinctual, like a predator ready to strike, body strumming as he tried not to blow this up for everyone to see. There was no way heâd let another man get away with putting their hands on his girl though.
âLook man, I donât know who you are, but Iâve waited like forever to talk to her. Just go back to where you came from and let the girl live a little.â The guy just wouldnât let go, too busy squaring off with her boyfriend to notice how she wasnât even interested. In fact, she was wondering what part of their short, barely there conversation convinced him that this was okay.
Ony didnât know what he felt first. Rage, possessiveness, maybe something even darker. He didnât like the way the guy was looking at Milana, didnât like how her body language had shifted from her usual demeanor to someone a lot more tense, still trying to politely escape the situation. He for sure didnât like this creepâs fucking hands on her either, and if he didnât let go soon then heâd probably have to learn how to use it again in the hospital.
Nate seemed to not get that little bit of information Ony was conveying, instead deciding to fill the tense atmosphere with his grating voice. âAye, I donât usually fight for chicks, but sheâs so fine I might have to take her from you.â That mightâve been the biggest mistake of the night, sending everyone involved into a silence that stretched on uncomfortably.
Then, out of the blue, amused laughter left Onyâs lips, heavy and uncomfortable. It was scary sounding, so loud that it pierced everyoneâs ears, his lips curled into a dark, humorless smile. Uneasy wasnât even the word to describe how this felt, watching him descend into madness, shoulders shaking slightly with actual mirth. He tried, he really did try not to let the words sink in, but he could only laugh as the thoughts swirling around in his head took a turn for the worse.
Onyâs laugh died quickly, but the effect lingered, his voice falling into a chilling calm as he spoke, low and guttural. Milana jumped immediately, heart dropping to her feet, sensing that the dark edge to her boyfriendâs tone was a red flag in the making. His hand reached underneath his hoodie, dipping into the waistband of his jeans to pull out a gun.
âOny!â Her surprised yelp caught the man up to speed, the guyâs smile faltered as he realized the shift in the atmosphere, finally making him react in the face of danger.
âWoah, man.â The guy obviously didn't know whether to run or stay there, and she didn't think it'd matter anyways. He let go of her hand immediately, allowing her more range to be able to get in front of Ony, trying to push him back from the situation that was quickly unfolding. Nate had been all cocky smiles and bravado when he made his initial comment, trying to make a show of his casual flirtation with Milana. Yet, now that the confrontation was real, and he was facing Ony, standing just a few feet away as he towered over him like a force of nature, it was clear that the guyâs confidence had begun to evaporate.
âNah, fuck all that. What happened to taking my girl? What happened to all that shit you was talking?â He looked downright unhinged, his words so calm and cool, but his eyes were wild and so scary that she couldn't even recognize him anymore. Her heart seized in her chest at the realization, getting pulled out of the way in her lax state. Nate backed up as Ony stepped forward, her hands reaching out to clutch onto the back of his hoodie and keep him under control.
âStop, Ony! He didnât do anything!â That had him turning, looking at her like she was the crazy one, as if he wasnât the one up in arms over another man simply interacting with her. It looked like he was gearing up to fire back at her, but it gave the guy an opportunity to take a step back, and then another. His body language shifted from brash to something else. Fear and uncertainty, a realization that he had overestimated himself. Without missing a beat, he ran off in the complete opposite direction of the party, the parking lot, and the city for some reason. His footsteps kicked up the sand as he bolted, weaving through the crowd, desperate to put as much distance between himself and the man who was threatening him. Honestly Milana sighed in relief for him, for a minute she thought that it was over for the poor guy.
âFucking Dumbass.â Onyâs tone was bored as he shook his head, watching him go before looking side to side briefly as he tucked his gun back. The guy hadn't even gotten close enough to warrant a swing, yet here he was, running away, knowing heâd lose badly.
The crowd around them had gone silent. Some of them exchanged confused glances, others looked at Ony with a mix of surprise and wariness. But he didnât care, he wasnât there to prove anything. He wasnât remorseful, had no guilt or even embarrassment at his actions, simply treating the situation like a simple inconvenience that he got out of character. The guy had made his choice, and now, with his back turned and his footsteps fading in the distance, the message had been delivered loud and clear.
âOny, youâre acting like a psycho!â Milana whisper shouted to him. Her voice cracked with frustration, hands trembling slightly as she gestured at Ony, who stood there like a wall, his expression unreadable. The words felt harsh, but it was the only way she knew how to get through to him. The way he had stood there earlier, staring down that guy like he was ready to tear him apart scared her.
The tension between them was palpable, and everything that had been left unsaid was coming to the surface, thickening the air around them. He only tilted his head at her, not moving, not even flinching at her words. Observing her like he was trying to see why she would say that, and for a moment, she didnât think heâd respond at all.
âOh yeah? Câmere and letâs talk about why Iâm acting like a psycho.â Her jaw dropped instantly, and Milana actually thought sheâd flash from how angry she was, turning on her feet to snatch up her heels and start walking off, too outdone with him. The sand beneath her feet felt like it was shifting with every step, liable to take her down as the salty breeze whipped her hair across her face. The waves crashed violently against the shore, mirroring the turmoil she felt inside.
There was just no reasoning with him, too out of control, and she wasnât about to deal with it right now. Milana felt so weighed down with emotion that she thought sheâd fall over. The fight wasnât just about the guy anymore; it was everything. The way he was reacting, the way he couldnât control himself. This wasnât the Ony she had fallen for, the one who was patient and understanding.
âMilana, the fuck are you walking away for?â Onyâs voice followed her, urgent, his footsteps heavy as he tried to catch up. But she didnât stop, feeling a storm brewing from how fired up she felt. All she wanted was to escape the pressure building inside her chest.
âI need a break, Ony!â She snapped, quickening her pace, her frustration cutting through her voice. âI really canât do this right now!â He was right on her tail though, ready to just pull her off the beach kicking and screaming if he had to. Done with playing these games where sheâd leave and heâd have to wait for her to talk.
âYouâre not even listening to me when Iâm the one trying to make this right?â That had her laughing in disbelief, eyebrows scrunched as her whole face twisted into anger, turning around to poke a nail into the center of his chest, keeping him arms length away.
âMake this right? By following me here and popping up like you own me? Or better yet, by threatening to shoot someone like a lunatic?â Her voice went lower and more aggressive as she tried to get away, choosing a path with no one in front of her, trying to find her friend through the sea of onlookers.
âI wouldnât have to follow you here and show his bitchass whatâs up if you actually acted like you give a fuck. You keep pushing me away like you wanna be single or some shit.â Ony snapped, his words coming out sharper than he meant, venom coating each syllable. He could feel the heat of the argument burning in his veins, and the tighter his grip on his temper became, the more reckless his mouth got. The argument had escalated faster than she expected, each word cutting deeper, and now it felt like the space between them was too wide to bridge.
Milana froze at his words, her heart sinking in her chest. The way he said it sounded like a threat, like he was going to up and leave her. She slowly turned to face him, her face a mixture of disbelief and hurt. His stomach clenched, and for a split second, Ony thought he saw tears in her eyes. Something that made him freeze for just a heartbeat. âI didnât do anything wrong, Ony. I wasnât even talking to him. How could you say that?â Her voice was rising now, a mixture of hurt and frustration. âYouâre just a self-centered jerk who only cares about his own feelings.â
He couldnât even be mad at that, her outburst filled with pain that he had inadvertently caused by throwing out accusations he didnât mean. Ony managed to get in front of her path, going around to stop her from moving again, reaching out to soothe her from his own words when she stepped back. âYou donât think I feel bad?â He genuinely asked, wanting nothing more than to take away everything he said.
âYou didnât feel bad when you disrespected me in your car, Ony!â Milana could feel the shame flooding in, the walls she had carefully built around herself starting to crumble, everything inside her spiraling out of control. The love she had felt, the trust they had built all felt like it was slipping through her fingers, and she couldnât stop it.
âWhat are you talking about? I felt like a fucking dickhead, why do you think I sent you all them fucking messages and shit!â Frustrated, he rubbed a hand down his face, holding himself back after that unexpected flash of anger. He saw the way people were trying to get closer to hear their argument, his blood boiling too much to deal with them too.
âWhatever, they donât mean anything when you donât even apologize.â She tried to step around him, his feet following hers like he knew every move she was about to make, mirroring her pace to stay close.
âYou think I just wanted to talk for shits and giggles?â His arm catching hers before she could turn and walk away after realizing that he was trailing her like a shadow. Her head pounding uncomfortably trying to keep herself from acting crazy in public. âIâm not trying to yell at you right now, but I want you to talk to me.â There was no way heâd let her just go, not right when they were finally talking about what was going on, even if they were attracting a bit of attention.
âI want to go home.â Exasperated, Milana stomped her foot at him, trying to see around his stupidly tall body to find Mikasa. Her lip became wobbly as all her emotions hit her at once, and for the first time in a long while, Milana felt panic and was scared that everyone was seeing her fall apart. Seeing them fall apart. The weight of everything between them finally overwhelmed her. The floodgates she had been holding back all night were threatening to burst, and the anger and hurt mixed into a choking sob in her throat.
Ony felt a sharp pang in his chest at the sound of her voice, the pain in it hitting him harder than any physical punch ever could. âIâll-Iâll take you. Right now, Baby. Whatever you want.â Ony felt desperate, alarmed seeing her almost cry, hating himself as he feared he took it too far. His hands came to rub up and down her arms, trying to bring her back down, sensing that she was too overwhelmed to think in the moment. âLetâs go, swear Iâll just take you home.â
âNo.â She immediately rejected, the sting hurting worse than anything else she couldâve said. âI need..I should be by myself.â The words hit him like a blow, especially when he could see how much this was hurting her, the vulnerability that was hidden behind her anger, and he knew that this wasnât just about the fight. It was about something deeper, something they hadnât yet figured out. She wasnât just trying to walk away from him; she was retreating into herself, and it terrified him more than he cared to admit.
âI canât leave you here, Milana,â Ony said, stepping closer, his tone gentle but firm. âIâm taking you home.â His eyes softened, trying not to sound like he wanted to control her. He wasnât trying to make her feel small, the hurt in her voice just stirred something inside himâa need to protect, to comfort, even if he wasnât her favorite person right now.
Without another word, he closed the gap between them. He didnât wait for her to protest or argue again. Only gently, but firmly lifting her into his hold, his strong arms encircling her waist and under her knees, pulling her close against his chest. Milana gasped, her body stiffening in surprise, but before she could protest or struggle, he was already walking toward the parking lot, his steps steady, almost calming in their rhythm. The warmth of his body against hers, the security of his hold, made her stomach twist in an unfamiliar way.
âOny, stop!â She protested weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. âYou shouldnât-â He didnât stop. He kept walking, his focus on getting her into the car, away from the harsh winds of the beach, away from the tension theyâd created.
âIâm not putting you down,â He said quietly, his voice steady and strong despite feeling anything but right now. âYou donât have to say anything. Just let me get you in the car, alright?â Milana went silent, her heart racing as she rested her head against his shoulder, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. The anger from the argument was still there, simmering beneath her skin, but the feeling of being held in his arms, of being cared for in this quiet way, was beginning to break her down.
They reached his car, and he carefully opened the passenger door with one hand, setting her gently inside. As he buckled her in, his fingers brushing against hers, and he looked at her with regret in his eyes. Milana felt a knot loosen in her chest, but there was still that part of her that wanted to pull away, that wanted to hide from him, to protect herself from the hurt that always seemed to come with conflict. But Ony wasnât giving up on her. He wasnât giving up on them.
He closed the door gently and walked around to the driverâs side, his movements slow, deliberate. As he started the car and pulled away from the beach, the quiet that settled between them felt different from before. It wasnât filled with anger anymore. It was filled with the weight of things unsaid, but also with some flickering hope that they could repair what had been broken.
Milana stared out the window, the city lights shining brightly as they drove, her thoughts tangled in confusion. The warmth from his earlier embrace was still with her, but so was the ache from their words. Ony had carried her physically to the car, but emotionally, she wasnât sure where they stood. The road ahead felt uncertain, but for the first time in what felt like a long while, she didnât feel completely alone, they were hurting together.
He kept his focus on the road, his eyes steady, but every so often, he would glance at her, his gaze full of quiet concern. He didnât know exactly what she needed right now, but he knew she needed him whether she admitted it or not. She could tell that he cared, that he was more than just a man filled with rage. Yet, somehow theyâd both lost sight of that, getting wrapped up in hurt feelings and they didnât know how to fix it. What happens if they couldnât? If the way they felt for each other wasnât enough, if she wasnât enough to fix it.
Milanaâs face was soft in the dim light of the car's interior, but there was an unmistakable distance in her eyes, an emotional gap that made him fearful for the first time in forever. Ony kept his hands on the steering wheel, his grip a little too tight, his knuckles constricting as he tried to find the right words.
He just blew up on the beach, too angry to be anything but stupid, carelessâ reacting without thinking, and she had only been quick to call him out to protect herself. He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly as he tried to relax. He hated this, all of the fighting with Milana. Not just because it hurt, but because it made him realize just how much he valued her, how deeply he cared for her. Thoughts running to the sound of her gentle laugh, the way her eyes would light up when she talked about something she loved, and how she always made him feel like he was enough, even on his worst days.
He thought of the way she cared for him too, how she always seemed to know when he needed her, someone to lean on with kind words and even kinder touches. She had been a steady force in his chaotic world, and he wanted to be that for her too. It was the little things that made him realize how deeply he loved her, how much he wanted to make her feel seen and heard even if he wasnât always good at that.
But right now, he had failed her. He hadnât been the understanding, patient boyfriend she deserved, letting his own frustration spill out at the wrong moment in all the wrong ways, and now Ony didnât know what to think. He couldnât just let the day end like this, with a wall between them. He wasnât perfect, and he never claimed to be, but what he did know was that he loved Milana. He loved the way she made him laugh, the way she pushed him to be better, and the way she accepted him, flaws and all. He wasnât going to let one argument overshadow everything theyâd started building.
When they reached her apartment, Ony pulled into his parking spot and turned off the engine, the carâs soft hum fading into the night. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of their unresolved emotions, his body turning towards her, trying to be as open as he could. âMilana...â He started, his voice quieter now, more calm than earlier, making her ears perk at the change. âLook- I know we might need time, but... can we talk? I donât want to leave with this hanging over us.â
Onyâs earlier words still echoed in her head, each one a painful reminder of how much he had hurt her. The guilt in his voice now, the way he had insisted on taking her home, only made it worse. It felt like he was trying to fix things, but she wasnât sure how to let him anymore. Her heart twisted, the pressure building up behind her eyes.
She wanted to scream, wanted to shout that it was too late for talking, that the words had already done enough damage. Instead, she felt a lump form in her throat, too big to swallow, too thick to push down. The tears were coming, she could feel them in her chest, in the tightness of her throat, and she knew she couldnât let him see. Not now. Not like this.
Milanaâs hand trembled as she reached for the door handle, the sound of it clicking echoing in the quiet night. âIâm sorry,â She whispered, not looking at him, her voice breaking. âI just⊠I canât. I canât talk right now.â Before he could say anything, before he could even try to understand, she swung the door open and nearly stumbled out of the car.
Her body was moving on instinct, driven by the need to get away from him, away from the suffocating weight of the argument. Away from the pain that had settled in her chest. Onyâs voice followed her, soft but panicked. âMilana, wait-â But she didnât stop. She couldnât. Closing the door made her heart race, like she was shutting down bit by bit. Her pace quickened, almost frantic, her footsteps loud against the pavement, each one echoing in the quiet street.
Milana reached the door to her apartment, fumbling with her keys before pushing it open with trembling hands, and practically running inside. As soon as she was through the door, the floodgates opened. The tears came, hot and fast, as if they had been waiting for her to finally break. She pressed her palms to her face, trying to muffle the sobs that shook her whole body, but the sound of her own pain only made it worse.
Milana didnât even care if anyone heard her, if the neighbors could hear her breaking. She just needed to feel something besides the emptiness that had taken over her. She didnât want to talk to Ony right now, didnât want to face him, because deep down, she wasnât sure she could forgive him yet. The wounds were too fresh, and the words still felt like scars on her heart.
Oreo approached her with comforting meows, and she scooped him up into her arms, holding him close as though his small, wiggly body could absorb some of her pain. She made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her as if it could block out the world, and held him tightly to her chest. Sinking to the floor, her body folded in on itself as if the weight of the world had crashed down on her. And for a moment, it felt like she was drowning in it all, burying her face in the soft fur of her cat, trying to find some comfort in the familiar warmth.
Meanwhile, Ony sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, staring blankly at the dashboard. His mind raced with all the things he should have said and done, but it felt like every time he tried to work through it, every word he thought of just made everything worse. He had crossed a line tonight, and the damage was already done. This was probably the hardest thing heâd ever done, going in blind with no experience in making up like this. Usually, a gift was good enough, send some flowers, candy, maybe a new bag depending on how bad he messed up. To make things better with his words seemed like an impossible task.
Cursing to himself, he cut the engine, not able to shake the fear that if he tried to apologize now, heâd just make it worse. That somehow, his words would fail her again. But⊠she needed him. No matter how many times he told himself he was the last person who should be near her right now, the fear that this was it drove him forward. It gave him the kick he needed to muster up the courage to get out of the car and approach her apartment. Her front door unlocked still, probably in her rush to get inside, locking it for her and stepping in further.
Ony noted that it was dark except for the light pouring in underneath the bathroom door, his feet planted outside of it, making sure that when he spoke now itâd only be to comfort her. He sucked in a breath as he knocked softly, getting no response. He knocked again, this time more urgently, calling her name. âBaby? Let me see you, Ma.â His heart raced, and a feeling of helplessness swirled inside him. What if she wasnât ready? What if she just wanted space? He couldnât leave without telling her, at the very least, that he was sorry. That he cared. That he was here. If there was even a chance he could make it right, he had to try. She deserved better than what he had given her tonight. She deserved honesty, and respect, and a love that didnât cause pain.
Inside, Milana heard his voice, but it didnât make her feel any better. In fact, it made her cry even more. She didnât know what to say to him. She didnât know how to put all the emotions she was feeling into words that wouldnât come out wrong. Instead, she buried her face deeper into Oreoâs fur, as if hoping the cat could protect her from the hurt that still stung. The soft, rhythmic purring of the black-and-white cat was the only thing grounding her, a nice presence in the midst of her emotional storm. Her fingers absently stroked his back, trying to find some sense of calm that seemed just out of reach.
The knocks on the door continued, and finally, Milana stood, wiping her face as best as she could. Her makeup had tear streaks down the sides of her cheeks, and her nose was a bit runny as she tried to clean herself up in her mirror. Onyâs words filtered through as he continued talking to her, hearing the water running for a few seconds and her bracelets jingling as she moved around, giving him a bit of comfort.
After a few minutes to collect herself, she opened the bathroom door, not quite ready to face him but knowing she had to. Oreo slinked his way out through the other side as Ony stood patiently, his expression full of concern, guilt, and something else she couldnât quite place. He sighed, deep and heavy with emotion, one that made her want to cry all over again. âBaby,â His voice hoarse with raw emotion, hands clenching again, but this time to keep himself controlled.
He knew that there were going to be more hard times, moments when things wonât go perfectly, but he was still willing to fight for her. Heâd always fight for her, heâd acknowledge his mistakes and decide to do the work to make things right, because at the end of the day, she was worth it.
âIâm sorry,â Ony said quietly, a bit shaky, unused to having to apologize. âI shouldâve never said those things. I shouldâve never let it get out of control. IâI shouldâve never said that mean shit to you. I just got frustrated, and I didnât know how to fix it in front of everyone.â
Milanaâs palms came up to press over her eyes, taking a trembling breath in and out. Her breathing hitched as she finally let her arms fall to her sides, the tension in her body slowly easing, though the rawness of everything still clung to the air around them. She didnât look away from him, but her lips quivered as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âThat was h-horrible, Ony. What we said to each-each other-â
Her words cut off, trying to stay in the moment with him, forcing herself to stand in the uncomfortable feeling to get it out. âI f-felt like I was losing you, like⊠like nothing I did mattered.â He had apologized, had bared the weight of his regret, but what were they going to do moving forward?
He swallowed, nodding, her words settling in. âI know. I messed up, I said things I shouldnât have. I hurt you, and thatâs the last thing I ever wanted. I need you to know how sorry I am.â The words were rough, but honest. Ony wasnât trying to dress it up, wasnât trying to make excuses. He just needed her to hear him, needed her to understand that he was afraid of losing her.
Milana stood there for a moment, her face unreadable, and Ony thought she might just close the door and walk away. But then, she stepped aside, just enough for him to come in. He didnât move immediately. He stood frozen for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest, at what it meant. However, seeing her standing there, the hurt still clear on her face, he couldnât hesitate anymore. He stepped inside, slowly and cautiously, giving her a bit of space even though his body was a little crowded in the small entrance.
Ony took one step closer, willing his hands to not tremble as he reached for hers. âPlease⊠donât shut me out. Let me try to fix this, I donât want to lose you. Not over something stupid.â She didnât answer right away, but she didnât pull her hands back either. For the first time that night, there was a softness in her gaze, just the faintest glimmer of hope that maybe, she wasnât ready to give up on them.
âIâm so sorry too,â She paused, taking a breath, trying to find the words that could make him understand how apologetic she truly was. âI never wanted to hurt you, just wanted to protect us from everyone. Iâm just scared.â He listened intently, brushing her curls away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin, grounding himself in the softness of her.
âYâdonât have to be scared, Mama. Iâm here.â Milana took a shaky breath, then another, before finally taking a step closer to him. Her hand, trembling slightly, resting it on his chest, over his heart. She met his eyes and nodded, as if she were finally beginning to believe him. Her shoulders softened as if allowing herself to be held by his presence.
Onyâs heart surged in his chest as he reached for her, pulling her into his arms, his hands gentle but firm around her waist. She didnât resist, didnât pull away, and as he held her close, her arms wound around his neck, her body finally relaxing into his embrace. In that space, they were closer than they had been in hours. Their breaths, shaky and soft, seemed to synchronize, the silence between them holding more meaning than any words could.
Milana pulled back slightly, her forehead resting gently against Onyâs, her breath warm against his skin. The space between them felt like the whole world had contracted into something small, intimate, and undeniable. Everything else felt inconsequential. The hurt, the words, the distance theyâd felt earlier seemed to vanish in the quiet of the moment. It was just the two of them now, and for the first time that night, it felt like things were right again.
His fingers gently cupped her face, thumb tracing the soft curve of her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, the tenderness of it overwhelming her. The tension that had been coiled so tightly inside her, that heaviness that had weighed on her chest since their argument, slowly began to release. She felt safe here, in his arms, even though they were still picking up the pieces of their love.
As if they both couldnât stand the distance any longer, Ony leaned in. It was slow at first, like they were both testing the waters, unsure if the kiss could bridge the gap that had formed between them.
Then his lips brushed against hers in a way that made Milanaâs heart skip, reassuring her that everything would be okay. It wasnât a grand, sweeping gesture, but it was everything they needed. It was forgiveness, and love, and the promise that they would always find their way back to each other, no matter how lost they might get.
But soon, the kiss deepened, moving faster at a steady pace, the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could. The kind that had him gripping her tighter, pushing her backwards until her back touched the bathroom counter, holding her still there. Needy pecks starting to smack together feverishly, kissing harder than they ever had. Their hands getting tangled in each other, pulling intently to bring the other closer.
âWait-â Ony pulled back, wanting to step away, but her hands wouldnât let him. Her eyes getting misty again as she tried to keep them there, needing him to touch her more desperately than she realized. âWeâre going too far, I should...â Milana couldnât stop pressing kisses all over his jaw, distracting him so much that he was having a hard time stringing together his words.
âPlease?â She asked, his eyes widening at the implication. He hadnât done anything since their first date, keeping his hands as respectful as possible, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. But, now she was giving him the green light he needed to satisfy her in all the ways he wanted to. âT-Touch me, please? I need it-â
He spun her quickly, facing her away from him and towards the mirror instead, his head dropping down into her neck to hide how heated her words made him. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his hips trying to stay away from pushing into her unless she wanted to feel how hard he was getting. âNeed me that bad, Mama?â
Milana gasped softly at the sudden touch but relaxed almost immediately, leaning back into him. Ony rested his chin on her shoulder, pulling her a little closer. The warmth of her body, the softness of her hair, the rhythm of her breathingâall of it felt so right, so natural.
His hands circled around her hips, dropping down to where her carpis covered her belly, his fingers skimming over the jewelry underneath. Ony was eager to get his hands on her again, having to bite his lip to keep from revealing the smile he was sporting, happy to help her feel everything heâs been wanting to give her. âWant me to touch you here?â He made sure to ask again, massaging her reassuringly in case she needed a break.
âMhm.â She mumbled out, rushed as she wiggled, grinding slightly against him. Their eyes locking through the mirror in a flash, his boring intently into hers, holding her a bit tighter.
âSay it, Mama.â Ony urged, watching amusedly as she huffed impatiently, Her gaze bouncing every which way now, cutely pursing her lips in thought over his request.
âNeed you to-to touch me, please?â Milana could barely look at him while trying to string that sentence together, but it came out truthfully nonetheless. He smiled at how shy she was acting, pressing a nice kiss to neck right under her ear, letting her take a few deep breaths before he did anything.
Slowly, a hand slipped down her pants, easily finding its way into her panties to touch her skin, making her jump. She lifted off of her soles, resting on her toes as she braced her hands against the countertop in front of her, shuddering as he went lower. His other hand left from around her middle, lifting higher to wrap around the top of her chest, just under her neck. Pulling her back into his him as he kept his lips to her ear.
âFuck,â Ony groaned, smooth and heady, making her whine as he stopped for a second, just resting against her. She was warm, and the further he went the more fiery hot he felt. He settled his nerves, wanting to make this moment special for her, the weight on his shoulders resting on the fact that this was her first time doing this. âYouâre doing so good, Baby.â His voice easing her as he whispered, his eyes locked on her face through their reflection. âSo, so good.â
âOny~â Milana moaned out as his middle finger dipped, sliding down her slick clit, her legs shaking as he went up then back again, making her cry out at the ticklish feeling creating pulses of pleasure deep within her belly.
âIâm right here,â She was quickly getting wetter right between her legs the more he explored, his finger dropping to massage at her entrance then rubbing the wetness against her swollen bud. He pet at her nicely, rubbing smooth circles into her to get her to relax. Onyâs slender middle finger was long and thick, the pad touch at and prodded at her open hole, beginning to push in all at once to rip it off like a bandaid. âYouâre alright, youâve got it, Ma.â
âAhh!â He was careful as Milana squealed, squirming in slight pain from the discomfort. Her hands coming up to grip his forearm where it rested around her, closing her eyes tight as he moved around slightly, filling her up until it touched a part of her no one had ever been before. With how wet she was, it was easy to move. His finger curling, moving left, then right, turning to the middle when Ony heard a different moan pour out of her glossy lips, one that had his dick springing to life.
He delved deep, moving at a methodical, leisurely pace, the tip rubbing into her warm, spongey walls, favouring her g-spot especially when it made her gasp and squeak. He pressed against it and he knows heâs found it when Milanaâs arching her back, trying to push her hips away to escape the jolts of pleasure. She had nowhere to go though, not with his body pressing right behind her, keeping her planted right where she stood.
âTake a breath, Baby.â Onyâs words commanding enough to break through the haze clouding her mind. Her head dropped down, clenching her teeth together as she tried to breathe like he said, exhaling a long whine as he pushed up harder.
Milanaâs legs could barely hold her, his other hand retreating to slide under her arms to hold her up himself. âSo gorgeous,â He said as tears formed at the corner of her eyes, involuntary whines filling up the cramped bathroom. The pace fastens, his finger curling with every stroke, her orgasm coming embarrassingly early while he hits her g-spot over and over again. Her pussy gushing as she clenched and unclenched erratically, walls convulsing around him. âSo perfect, all for me.â
âMhm,â She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth as he hit deep strokes and massaged his fingertip into her gummy walls. Her sticky juices all over his hand, his palm coming into contact with her sensitive nub, introducing the added stimulation just as she began falling apart. The touch had Milana gasping, fingers clenching around the sleeve of Onyâs hoodie, one hand gripping his wrist for leverage. âC-Cumming!â Milana gasped out, body trembling from the sensitivity she endured, his eyes watching as he waited for it, wanting to see the look on her face when she came.
âEyes on me,â He grunts, reaching up and grabbing her face, chubby cheeks squished in between his fingers. Drool dribbles down her chin as sheâs moaning louder, forced to stare at him through the mirror. âIâm right here, Baby. Just keep looking at me.â With Onyâs praises and kisses along her face, he throws Milana over the edge, making her cry his name, trying to keep the contact he asked for but finding it near impossible.
Her body felt electric, every muscle tightening at once, clenching down on him to tight that he wondered how heâd even fit at all, snugly nestled deep to keep petting at her soft spot inside. Her hips couldn't stop moving, full out grinding back against the bulge in his jeans, making him groan as he watched the pleasure take over her. Pretty pink nails digging into his arm as she rode it out in waves, wobbling back and forth into his hand, which he took as a silent plea for more.
Ony smirks, finally having Milana at his mercy, his ring finger dropping down to feel around her entrance as well. Adding another finger felt like an impossible task, yet somehow as she released all over his waiting hand, she was able to lube him up enough to glide the tip in next to his longer one. She nearly screamed at the feeling, legs going haywire as he forced her head back, standing at his full height to get leverage over her.
âItâs alright, Mama. Just gotta make sure you feel me.â He growled down at her, their eyes locked together as he pushed the rest of the way in, settling both fingers next to each other. His hand curled itself so deep that it was lifting her off her feet entirely, starting off with a slow stroke to get her acclimated. The sigh from her throat made her breathless, like she could pass out from the sensations overwhelming her body.
ââS too much,â Milana panted, wiggling her hips away, but to no avail since he doesnât let her. The rush of mind numbing pleasure made her hands scramble to hold onto him, his low chuckle causing more slick to escape. Tears rolling down again, this time it wasnât because of their argument, but he was still causing it nonetheless.
âYouâve got it.â Onyâs words of encouragement were the only option she could take at this point. The whole room filling with the squelching sound of his fingers working her inside out. His arm arches, and his muscles flex under his top as he goes at it with more intensity, her mouth not able to shut up as he drove her closer and closer all over again.
âWa-Wait!â She rushed out, whining in a strained voice as she clenched her teeth, bracing herself through the slight pain of overstimulation. Her belly winding so tight, so fast again that she could tell this one was going to wreck her. Milana tried to pull his upper arm away from her face, shaking her head as her other hand tried to pry his wrist from her pants.
âThatâs a good girl. Let go for me, Baby. Shhh, thatâs it, just cum. Want you to soak my whole fucking hand.â Ony felt how her pussy contracted and squeezed like crazy around his middle and ring fingers, wetting him so badly that it was showing through the cotton of her capris. He felt like he could bust in his boxers right where he stood, watching in awe as her knees tried to close around his hand to stop the inevitable, speeding up just to see how much more she could take.
âONY!â The scream Milana let out was perfect, eyes rolling back so far that all he could see were the whites, mouth open as she locked into a deep arch, his fingers stopping their pumping to instead stroke her inside, churning her body into nothing but mush. Heâs pushing his fingers up deeper, feeling around in slow motions, savoring her tight grip and the warm home she provided for them. She shuddered in his arms, sighing out in relief that she came, whole body spasming as her toes curled.
âStill with me, Mama?â Ony asked gently, pressing another kiss to her face, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. Her heart felt like it could beat out of her chest, and her breathing was all over the place trying to regain all of her hearing back through the high pitch ringing in her ears.
âMhmâŠâ Milana mumbled, noticing the grip on her face was much looser, helping her head to stay up now. She looked up at him, feeling lovey-dovey because of his sweet tone, and how good she felt. He smiled down at her, withdrawing his fingers with a sloppy squelching little pop noise, and her hole missed him immediately, the feeling his fingers left behind still affecting her.
They quickly went up to Onyâs lips, watching in astonishment as he opened to push them into his mouth, groaning in delight at the taste. His eyes mischievous, catching the way her legs clenched together before shaking again, all her weight slumped into him as he held her up. If he wasnât the one keeping her stable right now, she wouldâve covered her face, scolding him in embarrassment.
âGotta clean you up, Mama. Get you ready for school tomorrow.â He reminded her soothingly, pulling his fingers from his mouth, looking down at her as he leaned down to kiss her lips. She moaned again, trying to get closer but fumbling slightly, still trying to get her bearings. Their lips moving together so passionately that Ony thought about giving her one more just to really drive it home for her. But, they have a lot to do to prepare her for tomorrow, and that included cleaning up the mess he left behind.
Together, they took a second to bask in the moment they shared, turning his head slightly to let his cheek brush the top of Milanaâs hair. His fingers gently let go of her cheeks to wrap around her again, tracing the curve down her torso to her hip, feeling the warmth of her skin, the delicate rise and fall of her breathing. He didn't rush it. There was no need to fill the space with noise, because in it, everything that had been said and unsaid already existed.
Without breaking the silence, Ony reached up and gently tucked her curls behind her ear. Milanaâs smile was small but full of warmth. She didnât need to say it. He already knew. And in that knowing, in the silent understanding they shared, everything felt right. It was a love unspoken but felt in every glance, every touch, every quiet moment. It was a love that could weather the hardest storms, not because it was flawless, but because it was real. And tonight, it was enough.
15.4k words???đ”âđ« Chat, whatâs going on rn??? This was supposed to be like 7-8k words at most! Wtf? Oh well, I guess Iâll just have to top it next chapter. đ Hope everyone enjoys this craziness and I canât wait for you to read the next one! xoxo - Bow đ
