Imagines

Whos in control

Y/N

(Odell Beckham jr)

The music was blasting throughout the kitchen, I had just got done cleaning the whole house I was in such a good mood today.
Turning to look at the clock I checked the time it read 4pm Odell should be getting back from practice anytime soon now.

I began to sway my hips to the beat of the music pushing the dinning chair into the middle of the kitchen, it was empty but I began to grind my waist in front of it as if someone was there (preferably my man cause bitch 😛, he fine) I musta been dancing for a good few minutes and didn't hear the front door open because when I turned around to face the kitchen door Odell was standing there with a huge smirk on his face... I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment I didn't know how to act. "Who you dancing for girl?" Odell said his eyebrow raised still having the smirk on his face! I hated that smirk it turned me on so much and he knew it... "boy no one I was bored, I just got done cleaning" Rolling my eyes as I said this, fixing the chair back to its original space, Odell made his way over to me stopping me in my tracks, he grabbed ahold of my waist pulling me in closer to him I tried to fight him off not really putting much effort into it but still wanted to play hard to get 😋. "Whatchu tryna do, run from me ma? You know you can't run from daddy" he whispered in my ear, I began to tingle again I knew this feeling... I knew what was coming next but I had to fight it, he been getting what he wanted every time he needs to know who's in control.
I stayed silent not replying to him, instead I backed my ass up against him some more I began to feel his member probing against my ass I smirked some more as an idea came into my head.
"You like that daddy?" I said looking up at him whilst grinding my ass up against him to the music, Odell pushed me forward watching my ass bounce he clapped my ass a couple times before trying to pull down my shorts. Pushing him away off me "uh-uh I don't think so mister" I said fixing my shorts on my waist he bit down on his lip looking me up and down before saying anything  "Y/N... you playing right" - "No nigga I'm fr..." I laughed looking him dead in the face, I hated doing this to him I could see the pain of not getting what he wanted in his eyes, it kinda made me wanna laugh but I held it in. "I'm not in the mood for alla that, you been getting it the last few nights one day without wont hurt" I said walking past him about to make my way upstairs, he grabbed my arm "Y/N I been practice all day a nigga deserves it" He sounded so desperate, I shook him off me "desperate ain't a good look on you bae" laughing continuing my way upstairs. I heard him call out after me "baby !" He was angry.