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Hi, idk if you still take requests, bit if you do, I beg you, anything Onyankopon (except plug!Ony). Something fluffy & smutty please, thank you very much 🙏🏽
bridesmaid duty keeps you busy all day, but bf!Ony makes sure the night belongs to him
Eren and Mikasa had decided on a summer wedding, and of course it was beautiful, because after everything the two of them had been through to get here, they weren’t about to half-ass this.
The venue was a stunning garden just outside the city, sun high and bright, string lights strung low between the trees for when it got dark. Everyone had dressed for it, light suits and long silk dresses, half the girls already barefoot in the grass with their heels in one hand and their nth glass of pinot in the other.
You'd been up since six doing bridesmaid duty, so by the time the ceremony started you'd half forgotten your own man was even in the guest list.
Finally, the music changed and you came around the corner on Connie's arm, walking slow the way you'd practiced for weeks, and you found Ony in his seat on instinct. He was already looking at you, of course.
He had his phone in his hand but he wasn't filming, he had intended to but he ended up just looking, gone a little still, plan long forgotten on his lap. When your eyes caught his he just held your gaze and pressed his hand flat over his chest for a second, over his heart and mouthed ow. Like looking at you was an actual injury. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your face together and walk the rest of the way without laughing.
The reception went without a hitch, mostly thanks to you. You did your six hundred photos and fixed Mikasa's dress every time she stood, and somewhere in the chaos Ony materialized at your side with a plate.
"Eat" he said, holding it out "You've had two glasses of wine and a protein bar since noon"
"I've been busy" you said, but you took the plate.
"I know. That's why I made you a plate" He'd gotten all your favorites off the buffet, no vegetables you'd complain about, extra of everything you liked. You could've jumped in his arms right there.
He stole you for a minute later, when the dancing got going and nobody was watching the wedding party too close, just tugged you by the hand off to the side of the tent where it was darker and quieter and pulled you into him.
"You've been running around all day" he said, reaching up to fix a piece of your hair that had come loose "How you holding up?"
"Tired but happy for my girl" You leaned into his hand "Is it bad I kind of want it to be over so I can take these shoes off?"
"Little bit, yeah" He grinned "Keep that one to yourself" Then he tilted his head, looking at you, and his voice went softer "I know it's Mikasa's day and all, but I gotta be honest with you, I have not been able to take my eyes off this one gorgeous bridesmaid the whole time. Somebody should say something to her, she's really distracting"
"Should they"
"It's a problem" He kissed your forehead and stepped back like he hadn't just said that "Go on, go do your thing"
By the slow songs you were loose and warm and stupidly soft on him, both arms up around his neck, swaying more than dancing.
"You've been staring at me all night" you said.
"Yeah" No shame at all "I have"
"Reason?" you asked, tilting your head back to look at him.
He pulled back just enough to look at you and there was that look from the aisle again "You already know the reason" His hand slid a little lower on your back, and his voice dropped "Had to watch everybody get you all day. Pictures, dancing with Connie, doing your whole bridesmaid thing looking like that" He clicked his tongue, teasing "Been real patient, if you ask me"
"You've been perfect" you murmured.
"I try" You felt him grin against your temple "When we leaving?"
You barely got the hotel door shut before he had you against it.
His mouth was on yours, one hand already dragging the zipper down the back of the dress you'd been trapped in for fourteen hours, and you got his jacket off his shoulders and his tie loose and the whole day of being kept apart came undone between you at once.
"All day" he mumbled into your neck, walking the dress off your shoulders, mouth following it down. He got it to the floor and stepped back to look at you standing there in the lamplight in the lacy little nothing you'd had on underneath the whole time, and his jaw flexed "You had this on under there? At the wedding?" He shook his head slow, thumb dragging along the strap.
You innocently shrugged, getting an exasperated chuckled out of him before his hands were back on you.
He walked you back to the bed and laid you down, and instead of coming up over you he settled lower, hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them open, mouth dragging up the inside of one.
"Been thinking about this since you walked down that aisle" he said, and then he licked a slow flat stripe up through you and your whole back came off the bed.
"Ony—" you gasped, a hand flying to the back of his head.
"Mm-hm" He did it again, slower, savoring it, then closed his mouth over your clit and sucked, and your hand flew to the back of his head. He groaned against you like you were the thing being eaten and it was the best thing he'd had all day, tongue working tight circles, and when your hips tried to buck up he threw a forearm across them and held you down flat and kept going, relentless, wet and loud in the quiet of the night.
"Oh my god, oh my god, don't stop—"
He didn't. He worked two fingers in alongside his mouth, curling them up into that spot while his tongue kept at your clit, and the sounds coming out of you got embarrassing and you didn't care, you were grinding down onto his face and his hand and he was letting you, humming his approval into you, and it built fast and mean and then broke, hard, your thighs clamping around his head while you came on his tongue.
He worked you through it, slowed as you came down, and when he finally lifted his head his mouth and chin were wet and he wiped it with the back of his hand, unbothered, grinning up at you, satisfied with his work.
"That's one" he said.
"Ony, I can't even—" you started, still catching your breath.
"You can, princess" He crawled up your body, kissing as he went, and you could taste yourself when he kissed your mouth. He reached down and dragged the head of him through the mess of you, slow, and pushed just barely in and stopped, watching your face go desperate for him "You ran that whole wedding all day. You telling me you can't take me?"
"That's not the same—"
He pushed all the way in in one slow stroke, and the groan that punched out of him was wrecked, his whole body going tight over you like he had to hold still or embarrass himself right there.
"Fuck...okay" He breathed through it, dropped his mouth to your throat, and started to move, deep and unhurried, grinding into you on every stroke so you felt all of it, every single inch "This what you wanted? Hm?" His voice had lost some of its polish now, coming out rougher "Had you sitting on this all through the reception"
"Ony—right there—"
"Yeah, I know. I got you" He hooked a hand under your knee and pushed it up toward your chest, changing the angle, and the sound you made had him cursing under his breath "There it is. Keep making those sweet sounds, don't stop, lemme hear you"
You did, you couldn't not, and he fell apart a little more with every one of them, his rhythm going less careful and more greedy, his forehead dropping into your neck, his praise going scattered and half-formed as he got closer.
"So good, you feel so—shit, you're gonna make me—" His hand slid down and his thumb found your clit, working it fast and tight in time with his hips "Nah, come on, one more, with me this time, I've been so patient all day, you can give me this right?"
You went over the edge a second before he did, clenching around him, and that dragged him with you, a broken groan against your throat as his hips stuttered and he buried himself deep and stayed, shaking, his arms tight around you like he wasn't willing to let a single inch of space back in.
He didn't move off you after. Just settled his weight careful, face in your neck, pressing lazy kisses there while you both came back down.
"So" he said eventually, muffled, and you felt him smile against your skin "Next one of these we go to. Just so you know" He lifted his head and looked at you, and you finally understood what that look was "It's gonna be ours. You in the dress, me at the end of it" He kissed you, slow "Just letting you know it's coming"
I’ve been neglecting Ony for a minute but I know where home is
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۶ৎ summary: When you drop your three-year-old son, Amari, off to your Baby Daddy Stack’s house , who is also your ex-fiancée, things get a little heated when it is revealed you have had a man in your house, and around his son.
۶ৎwarnings & word count: 10k words, cursing, jealous!vulnerableStack, sly talk, smut, fingering, overstimulation, ex-fiancee!Stack, 69 position, oral receiving, nastyyyy smut, use of n word, nipple sucking, breast play, male oral receiving, fem oral receiving, sex on the floor, family drama, condomless sex, miscommunication? and a bit of angst. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
an: this took me forever and a day. but i have to give the biggest shoutout to my beautiful mooties @liliacsdelight (for listening to my yap and beta reading!!) and @thebumblebeesworld (for helping me all those months ago before I dropped the fic). I love you so much, y'all have no idea, and I can't thank you enough!! this fic is also inspired by @pyraomen BD! Stack fic is one I've ever read and got inspired by the amazing writing. (hopefully only minors error, if any!)
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Today was the day you drop off your three year-old son, Amari, at Stack's Place for the weekend. It was 3 pm on a Friday afternoon, and as you packed his bags, the reality of the destination left a sour taste in your mouth. You now and then still caught yourself wishing it was your house too- just like how it use to be.
You and Stack were engaged, happily. Once.
You often found yourself thinking of the life you once shared with Stack, When you were engaged and living together with your newborn Amari. Stack's work began to take up more room than his presence which was needed. He was physically there, at home, coming home every night, busy finishing his projects and his availability, emotionally or rather emotional intimacy started drifting.
You and Stack's engagement didn't work out and that was ok, not really ok at first but you two managed, there was peace in the aftermath of your breakup. No heated arguments or lingering bitterness, you don't think you could ever truly hate him, instead there was a mutual understanding and respect that was a healthy way to raise your son. Your pride and joy, your three year old son Amari. You love him to bits and pieces. You love Amari with everything in your being, and as a mother to see him grow was such a beautiful thing.
Co- parenting was definitely an adjustment but it was going well. The drop-offs, the weekend pick-ups and the flow of communication it didn't feel like you were just going through the motions, but the communication, you guys were a team working together to raise your son. everything moved smoothly between you two .
You often found yourself thinking of the life you once shared with Stack, When you were engaged and living together with your newborn son, Amari. Stack's work began to take up more room than his presence which was needed. He was physically there, at home, coming home every night, busy finishing his projects and his availability, emotionally or rather emotional intimacy started drifting.
He was present, he was a true provider, but he started burying himself in the "grind", in his work and became less present as a partner and sometimes a father. You always told him money wasn't everything but he always gave you and Amari everything you two needed, which was great and you were beyond grateful but what you really wanted was him. That shift turned into a problem that made "forever" feel damn near impossible, leading you both to realize that you were better of apart for the time being, so you can take care of your son and work while Stack solely focused on work. But you never truly stopped loving him, you just focused on your son.
But today was the day you drop Amari off to Stack's house, the air was casual but charged. Jackson sat at the counter finishing a bowl of cereal as a little bit of milk was in the carton, he was becoming a more frequent guest in your home. You were clear with him and more importantly clear with yourself: this wasn't about building a future, this was about needs, sex to be exact. You were careful wrapping it up and on the pill. This was purely friends wit benefits no strings attached.
In the living room, sat on the carpet, was Amari in his own little world of imagination. You knelt beside him, packing his Lightning McQueen backpack, with some essentials, his favorite pajamas, a soft hoodie, and a couple of snacks and baggy of goldfish. Sometimes you act as if Amari won't get what he needs there, but oh, trust he will. Stack would spoil him the moment he walked through the door, but you always wanted to be prepared, and it never hurt.
You zip up his backpack and lay it on the couch. You straighten Amari's shirt, noticing a few stray crumbs on his cheeks and corner of his mouth from breakfast and you take your thumb gently wiping them away. He looked at you, holding his favorite Hess truck in his hand.
"Mama, we going to Daddy's house today?" he asked curiously.
You nod with a warm smile "Yes, baby, you're going to spend the weekend with Dad".
Lifting him into your arms, you carry him to the car, the Lighting McQueen backpack slung over your shoulder. You lift him into his car seat, and making sure you hear that click of the buckle making sure he's all safe and strapped in.
"All strapped in?" you ask checkin the tension of the harness in the car seat
Amari looked up with those big, soulful brown eyes. He nods as he holds his toy truck and flicks the light switch on the toy on "Yes, Mommy"
You gave him a light smile and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, closing the door. But as you turned to head toward the driver's side, you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist.
It was Jackson. His touch made you blink, pulling you back to him "Want me to come with?" he asked
"No, noo" you said quickly, your head shaking that idea away. You did not want that, that your life here and you co-parenting with Stack those lines, you never wanted those to intersect, you would try to hold it off for as long as you could at least.
"No it's fine I'll be back before you know it". you reassure him
He leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the cheek, Jackson got the hint and stepped back with a quiet sigh as you reached for the driver's door.
"Bye Mari" Jackson say tapping the window not to scare him.
Through the window, your son gave a weak wave and didn't look at him any longer as he looked at the truck in his hand, mind probably already on his father's house and all the fun things to do there.
You buckle up, the arrangement with Jackson was still fresh, a couple months old and you were always transparent. It was a "no strings attached" type of thing, something to fill in the quiet spaces that Stack had left behind. Truth be told even as bad as it sounds you knew Jackson wasn't Stack, he wasn't the man you had planned a life with, and he wasn't the father of your son.
You were very wary bringing him into your home. You hadn't been with anyone since the engagement ended and that was about a year and a half ago. You never wanted to confuse Amari, you were closed of with men for a while terrified of opening that door of men into his life Jackson was meant to be the separate of your life, only pleasure and needs, but you started to think maybe for Jackson the lines are blurring as he spent more time at the house.
You prayed that they didn't, you always told him what it was and what it wasn't.
He was a distraction and that was the truth.
Before you shift into gear, you turn back to Amari making sure he's strapped in, you reach over and check the tension of the straps, your eyes sweep to the right of him making sure his backpack his next to him and it is.
You pull out of the driveway, you tend to glance at Amari using the rear view mirror always making sure he's ok. Needless to say he is fine, matter fact he is happy as he is swinging his legs and his little velcro shoes in excitement. You began the familiar drive to the home you once shared with Stack, the place that still held ghosts of the family you three used to be. The early stage of that family life.
"Going to Daddy's house?!" Amari squealed, you can practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. You caught his eye int he rear view mirror and smiled at him, you couldn't help but smile at him, he is truly the cutest thing.
"Yes, baby. I'm dropping you off, and I'll be back to get you Sunday night"
Amari looked out the window, his legs slowly swinging now. "Mommy, why don't you stay with us dis time?? Pweeaseee? we play games together!"
You could hear the plead in his voice, his request pulls at your heart. "I don't know about that, my love. This your special time with your dad. I'll see you in a couple days, mommy doesn't wanna get in the way of you and daddy's time."
"But- want Mama and Daddy together" he insists, that pout forming on his lips. "uh mommy we can play! you be the princess, Daddy can be prince and I'll be the knight to save you!!"
"An a evil dragon!, ruined your castle, so I'll fight with my sword!" He puffs his chest out as far as the car straps would allow.
"I'll be like this mommy" he makes noises with his mouth as swings his arms together acting as if he has a sword.
"Is that so?" you chuckled.
"Mhmm, and Daddy is gonna carry you away from danger to protect you".
You smile lightly feeling a bit bittersweet. You turned on some soft music to fill in the silence, and make a turn at the familiar street, the silhouette of your old home came into view. Your heart sank as you pulled into the circular driveway. This house held so many memories, the smell of Sunday dinners, you both use to make, the laughter, the frantic night your water broke at the bottom of the staircase and screamed for Stack to hurry up, Stack practically flew down the stairs tripping over himself. It was the house you had been a fiancee and a new mom, a place where you tried to build a life with a man you love that was just to busy on the grind, not meeting where you needed.
You sigh shaking your head getting out of your thoughts, and to be honest you haven't been in that house since, only meeting at the door, it opens for you two briefly talk and go your separate ways.
Amari was already dancing in his seat and you took your keys out of the ignition. You stepped out, opening his door and unbuckling him, you grab this Lighting McQueen backpack over your shoulder. As soon as his feet hit the pavement, he made a ill dance. "Papa's house!, Mhmm mhmm mhmm!!"
You couldn't help but smile and you remind him "Have fun, okay? And be a good boy".
Amari stopped mid dance, and looking up at you " I will Mama. I love you"
Your heart warmed instantly, You press a firm kiss on his forehead "I love you more, baby".
You hold your handout and he takes it as you walk to the front door and knocked. It didn't take long for the door to creak open, revealing Stack's mother. Amari's face it up even more. "Mimi!" he shouted, letting go of your hand and making a rush forward and wrapping himself around her legs.
She beamed, as she crouched down and hugging him, one of those warm loving hugs, ones that you feel you can ust sleep in your grandmother's arms. He soon scurried inside to find his dad. You let out a sigh and look a her with a light smile "Hi Ms. Moore. I'm just here for the drop-off is Stack around?"
She stepped forward, pulling you into a warm familiar embrace. "Girl, stop acting all so shy, as if we ain't family."
"But—" you tried to protest feeling the sting of "what if's" in your gut.
"But nothing" she interrupted, her eyes with love and yet warning "you gave me a beautiful grandson. If Stack doesn't realize what he has, which he does, trust me he'll regret it for the rest of his life".
You swallow at her words, and look down a wave of complicated emotions hit you "Well… tell him i said hi, and this bag had some of Mari's favorite pajamas and some snacks he likes.."
Truth be told you haven't seen her in a long time and when that door opened you didn't know how she was gonna react, but she acted as if she had just seen you yesterday and no time has passed.
"I packed a couple things for Amari, some snacks he likes and light clothes, i know he has things here it's- just in case he wants these specific things." you finished, you realize this might've come off as rambling so you try to stop yourself.
Mama T place a hand on your forearm, her touch warm and familiar. "Come on in, sweetheart"
You shook your head with a light smile, stepping back some. "It's okay, really. I just came to drop him off and—"
She didn't say a word, she simply gave you that look-it's like a universal look that all mother gives that means shut up and do what she says, she wasn't asking she was telling. You sighed and stepped in. The house hit scents hit you first, the faint smell of cologne, Stack's cologne, the warmth of home-cooked food.
"Something smells good" you murmured, following the sound of Amari's giggles. You see Amari pulling on the sliding door that he's having trouble with.
In the backyard you could hear the muffled soulful sounds of Frankie Beverly's "Before I Let Go" playing from the speakers, the air was filled with that thick scent of hickory smoke and the steady rhythm of the music. Amari was grunting as he tugged at the sliding glass door.
"What are you tryna do, munchkin?" you asked, leaning over him.
"Daddy is out there! Eghh, wanna say hi!" he pouted bracing his little feet trying to tug again at the door handle with all his might.
A smile couldn't help but appear on your face"Okay, baby, step aside" You offered what seem like much needed help, giving the door a firm shove, releasing the warm breeze across your face. Standing there manning the grills were Stack and Smoke, hovering over the flames and laughing . Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Amari didn't even hesitate. He bolted across the grass, shouting, "Daddy! Uncle Smoke!"
"Uh oh, look who it is!" Smoke shouted with a grin making it sound like it was a royal announcement.
Stack set his tongs aside wiping his hands with the rag that laid on his shoulder, his signature sly smile creeping across his face as he scooped up Amari into the air, swinging him in a circle, while Amari giggled like there was no tomorrow.
Stack pressed a kiss to Amari's cheek, his voice dropping into an immediate warm and fatherly tone "How's my boy doing?"
"Daddy, stop! It tickles!" Amari kicked his legs against him, his laughter ringing out loud and infectious.
You couldn't help it, a small giggle escapes you. At the sound, Stack froze. His gaze snapped to yours, setting Amari down, as he is drinking your appearance in from head to toe. You see his jaw clench as he whispered a faint "Damn" to himself. You swallowed, but he moves away from the grill and towards you.
The closer he got, the smaller you felt. the world seemed to shrink to you. He smelled of smoked wood chips, the ones he must've been hovering over and— that familiar cologne—, the scent that use to make your head spin with need. You looked up at him, as you heart frantically hammers against your ribs.
"Hey" he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, low register that threaten to make your knees buckle. "How you been, Mamas? Amari hasn't been giving you too much trouble has he?"
The nickname hung in the air, feeling intimate, nostalgic, and truth be told, entirely wwaayyy too effective. You cleared your throat, your feet moving, shifting your weight nervously.
You blinked, forcing your eyes away from his and onto Amari. "Uh, good I've been good. Mari's good. And you?"
"I'm good" he replied, his eyes sparkling, his smile flashing just enough to show his grills. The way he was looking at you, sent a chill up your spine it was a look that felt like far more than just "co-parenting". The chemistry was living between you, bringing up memories you'd tried to bury. He seems a bit too close, making you take a tiny step back.
Amari watches you two, seeing how close you two are, he looked up with wide innocent eyes. "Are you gonna kiss Daddy like you kiss Jackson?"
The silence that followed Amari's lips after the mention of a name was deafening. Your heart stopped. You gasped trying to cover it with a cough but it was way too late. It was as if a record player had been scratched and the world stopped spinning.
You felt frozen in time. Stack posture shifted, his playful expression wiped clean from his face. His eyebrows furrowed, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he ran it over his teeth—a tell tale sign or pure and simmering irritation. Smoke standing nearby, looked like he'd choked on his drink, his eyes darting between you see his tongue poke at his cheek and run over his teeth, acting as if he has some food stuck in teeth, there was no food only pure irritation.
Smoke nearly choked on his drink, his eyes darting between the three of you.
Smoke's gaze never left as he analyzed the three of you. First his eyes hit you, the stiffness in your stance, the breath you were seamless holding. His eyes quickly went to Stack's he sees his eyes glaring at you, the silence and now shallow breathes Elias was taking and Amari innocent eyes and wide smile.
"C'mon, little trouble" Smoke quickly intervened, sensing the tension and pressure rising to a breaking point. He scooped Amari over his shoulder. "Let's see what Mimi is doin' in the kitchen. She probably making cookies! Let's head inside, food's almost ready!.
The mention of Jackson's name and the smell of food all around you suddenly make you nauseous.
Amari laughed as Smoke carried him off. Leaving you and Stack standing there. The yard was quiet. It was heavy. You turned to leave, the words flowing from you quickly, in a panicked rush. "Ishouldgo,ionlycametodrophimoff—"
"Who's Jackson?" Stacks voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You kissing some man in front of 'Mari?"
You fumbled with your bracelet, unable to meet his eyes under his heated gaze.
"It's nothing, Stack. It's none of your business"
You tried to down play it, you really did, but you knew how he was. You knew he wasn't gonna let it go, no, no, not wasn't— couldn't.
"None of my business?" he stepped closer, his posture stiff and his breathing shallow. You looked at him for a moment and he looked vulnerable for a split second before the anger masked it.
"Stack-" you tried to say.
Before Stack's lips could fire something quick, the sliding door creaked open. Mama T stood there, her expression soft but knowing. "Honey, would you like to stay for some dinner? I made some of that good cornbread you like?"
No,no, no ,no ,no ffuucckkkk no, you thought, but before you could politely decline. Amari's voice coming from the living room as you hear his little feet padded over closer to you. Until his body hits your legs and his little arms wrap around you . "Please, Mama! Stay!
You see him as he looks up at you with his puppy-dog eyes and his plump, pouting lips, pouting as he jumps, how could you say no to that? You watch Amari's hopeful expression, even after the exchange between you and Stack, the word "no" wasn't finding it's way on your lips.
You sighed "Okay…I'll stay for a little bit"
Inside, the air was tight but clam. You decided to busy yourself and help Mama T set the table, handing her glasses while Smoke brought in trays of food. The spread was a feast that included ribs, brisket, mac and cheese, greens, salad and honey cornbread. You sat across from Stack while Amari perched in his seat next to you.
Mama T then led grace and the clinking of silverware is what you hear. You lean over taking Amari's plate fixing his plate for him, making sure he has veggies on his plate. Across the table, the heat of Stack's eyes hasn't left. They were locked onto yours, his eyebrows looked furrowed as if he had heavy questions that he hadn't asked or hadn't finished asking.
Only for a while the house noise faded and in the air lingered a name that you never wanted in this house, or anywhere around Stack's ears. Jackson's name now sat in the air like an uninvited guest at the table.
"So.. Jackson hm? Amari you like him?" Stack asks as he watches his son eat with some barbecue sauce splayed on his mouth.
Amari shifted in his seat looking at you and then Stack, shrugging his shoulders.
"Stack enough" you say looking up at him, you do not want Amari involved even if he did unkowningly, open the can of worms.
Stack barely touched his food. He just sat there, his framed hunched over a bit and his eyes burning into you, while you cut a piece of meat for Amari.
"So.." his voice rumbled lowly, vibrating around the table. "Jackson, that's his name? Mari seems real comfortable with him."
Your grip tightens on the fork. You didn't even look up at him "Stack, please. just eat your food."
"I ain't that hungry no more", he replied now leaning forward. " I'm tryna figure out who this man is you kissing in front of Amari" the cocky smirk was no longer smeared on his face but something deeper, something raw underneath. His voice cracked just a bit. "I'm just trying figure out when I became second to my son to some man I ain't never heard of. You really got him in your house like that? Around Amari?"
You see it in his eyes the vulnerability it caught you off for a bit. It wasn't only anger, he looks like he's missed out on a chapter in his own life and now someone is in your house. You looked at him, you hurt for him. "Stack, I truly don't think this is the time, please just let it go"
"Let it go? I can't just let this—"
"Elias, enough" Mama T said, her voice was still soft but her voice carried like a gavel with finality to it. She didn't look at anything from her plate as she put butter on her cornbread. "The boy is right there, we are having dinner and he don't need to hearing any of this".
Stack's jaw ticked, his tongue poking at his cheek again and he remained silent.
Smoke just watched as he was chewing on the smoked rib.
As dinner continued Amari began to yawn and his head began bobbing a bit, he was fighting his sleep, his eye looking droopy.
As dinner continued it was all cordial, Smoke and Mama T sending looks to each other but not saying anything. Stack barely ate the food that was on his plate, his gaze drifted from his plate to you, and then to Amari, his jaw tight the entire time.
Finally dinner was over and you immediately got up grabbing your own plate and Amari's, Mama T joins and the familiar rhythm of scrapping food and rinsing dishes, took your mind off of things.
Meanwhile in the living room, there Stack and Amari sat on the couch as he rushed to give his dad the remote. Amari's feet padded to the arm chair grabbing a fuzzy blanket from the couch, insisting on watching a movie with him.
"Daddy, sit! Watch cars please!" Amari commanded.
Stack didn't argue. He sat down next to his son, arms relaxing on the back of the couch. He could tell Amari wasn't gonna be up for long, the way his little body relaxed into his arms and it seems like his eyes got heavy once the movie started playing, looks like all the excitement throughout the day caught up with Amari's body.
In the kitchen, you watched them both through the doorway as Amari's head laid against Stack's chest.
Stack adjusted him instinctively, his large hand splaying across the boy’s back, holding him with a protective gentleness that made your chest ache. It was a mirror image of three years ago—Stack rocking a colicky infant in the middle of the night in this very house.
You turned away, blinking back the nostalgia, and grabbed your purse and keys from the counter. It was Stack’s weekend, and you needed to leave before the memories pulled you under.
You watched as, Stack rose from the couch, moving with careful precision so he did not wake the sleeping boy in his arms, rocking him softly.
Amari whimpered in Stack's hold cuddling into his shoulder. Maybe you have always known but this place would always be a home to you, Jackson maybe at your house, but your heart resided in this home with your two boys.
Just the way Stack was rocking Amari brought you back to how it use to be, when Amari was only a couple months old even a year. Stack would always rock Mari as he would hum and give a lullaby, no matter in the dining room or anywhere, Amari had trouble sleeping when he was a baby but he always eased when he was in Stack's arms. As if Stack was all he needed to be at peace and rest.
Seeing Stack have Amari sleep in his arms again just brought that back.
You hug Mama T as she makes way with a to-go plate of her own. She then kisses Stack's forehead and Amari's, Smoke putting a hand on Stack's shoulder and just a nod for them was a whole conversation.
"Alright, I'm gonna head out. Good seein you, Sis" he said pulling you into a brief warm hug.
He made his way to the couch dapping Stack up "Talk to her, and be easy".
As Mama T and Smoke both take their leave, it's almost like your cue to head out as well.
As you too were going to head for the door, Stack rose from the couch, moving carefully so he did not wake Amari who was now fully asleep in his arms.
"Wait," he whispered, his voice thick. "Don't go yet. We need to talk."
"Stack, it’s late, truly. You have him for the weekend, I should get home," you murmured, jiggling your keys nervously.
"Please." The word was quiet, stripped of his usual tone. You heard the raw vulnerability in his tone—the sound of a man who was hurting. "Just five minutes. Please."
You hesitated, your purse strap dug into your shoulder, but you nodded slowly.
The front door clicked shut, leaving just the three of you in the home, how it used to be. The house fell into a heavy silence.
Stack looked down at Amari, then back to you. "I'm gonna put him to bed. I'm beggin' you don't leave. Please".
You wait in the hallway, you fiddle with the keys in your hand, watching him carry your son up the stairs. This house used to be yours. He used to be yours. This house is the one you decorated, the nursery that Stack insisted on painting and getting Smoke and Sammie to help. Everything was the same here, and that's what stung.
Seeing the house, the home you two built together, felt like the ghost of the life you used to have felt more real than the one you were living now.
You stare at the art that hung on the wall. You remember the day you picked it out, it reminded you of the flowers he got on your first date, the lilies he gifted you, you remember you wanted to walk down the aisle with those exact flowers in hand.
Stack heads upstairs, to Amari's bedroom placing him in bed laying a loving kiss on his head and tucking him, before turning off the lights and closing the door.
A few moments later, you heard the soft click of the bedroom door upstairs. Stack had left the bedroom. His heavy and measured footsteps descending from the staircase, each creak of the floor felt like a countdown.
Felt like a bomb just waiting to go off.
You see him as his eyebrows are furrowed his back straightened body almost stoic. He stood there for a beat his shoulders dropped, looking less guarded then he did when he was glaring at you from across the dinner table, that expression on his face looked more like the man you used to wake up to every morning.
You feel a lump in your throat, and then he looked at you, he really looked at you and you saw exhaustion on his face and it mirrored the pain in your chest.
Truthfully, you weren't sure how this was going to go. What were you going to say? or do? How could you make this right, and how would he take this?
He took his time, taking slow steps into the hallway. He didn't rush toward you, he kept a respectful distance— a painful distance.
"He's out cold," His voice barely above a whisper, you can hear the raspy emotion in it. "Was always a heavy sleeper, just like his mama."
He looked past you this time, towards the living room, then back at you, his gaze settling on your face with this time a searching intensity. He didn't start with an apology for the scene at the table and he didn't start with a demand, yet.
Instead his eyes were just on yours, his eyes looking at the woman he used to know— the woman who wanted those lilies for a wedding that should've happened, but never did.
"It's been a while since i saw you standin' in this hall, and not in a rush to leave" he said his words almost forced.
You don't know what to say.
He took another step, this time his presence filling the space, the heat of his body radiating towards you. He gestured towards the living room, toward the space where the two of you used to talk until the sun came up,
"I know you don't wanna be here, and i know i might be over steppin'," he continued, his voice dropping into that low, register that made you skin prickle. "But i gotta know, for my own sake… when did we get to the place when I'm the last person you'd tell what's going with you, when have i been the last person to know anything goin' on with you?"
"When did i become the person that you truly hidin' from?" he said.
You gripped your keys so hard that the metal began to bite into the palm of your hand.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Stack I-I didn't want you to find out like this. I just…I don't know"
Stack watched you and took a step closer, the shadow of the man who used to be your world was large in the dim living room. That anger that splayed his face at the dinner table has shifted..into something heavier, something that look like grief and maybe even sorrow.
"I know why you broke it off, the engagement," he said his voice cracking with vulnerability he usually kept locked behind his grills and his pride.
"I know I was gone too much, I was chasin' the bag, chasin' the life I thought you and 'Mari deserved, the one i thought you truly needed. I know and now i know I learned the hard way that the work isn't everything. Work doesn't hug me when I walk through that door. Work doesn't watch movies with me on the couch or fall asleep in my arms."
He vaguely gestured with the nod of his head toward the stairs where your son was sleeping.
"That's my family up there. That's my heart. And i come home to this big house and it's different, it's just…quiet. Too quiet."
His chest was heaving as he looked at you, his eyes were searching yours for the woman who wanted to carry the lilies you liked so much down the aisle. His jaw couldn't help but clench at the thought of Jackson settling in his mind and the hurt at the mention of another man sharpened back into a shape of jealousy.
You couldn't help but feel guilt.
"So who is he?" His voice rose, the irritation slipping back in again, the same kind that was shown at the dinner table moments ago. "Who is the man, is this man spending time with you and my son? Do you love him, or is he some guy who is doing something I couldn't?"
"Stack" you begin.
He was now all up in your personal space, the scent of that familiar cologne and smoked wood chips now clouding your judgment. "Does he care for you? Does he hold you like you deserve?
"Cause I know how you need to be held. And what about my son? What is 'Mari calling him daddy?? Does he treat 'Mari right? Or is this nigga just playin' house with my life?".
You feet shifted the your weight, he looked down at your hands, seeing you fidget with your bracelet and his voice dropping into a pained whisper. "Tell me the truth. Do you love him more than what we had?"
Your eyes couldn't help but water up and you put your bag down on the table. the sudden sting of tears blurring the hallway lights. You let out a jagged breath.
"Just listen, You're not listening, Elias!" you broke out. your voice echoing, trying not to be loud enough to wake up Amari. "I told you! I told you a hundred time back then to take a break, to stop running yourself into the ground. I told you money wasn't everything, that we didn't need the i house or the fancy life if it meant you were never here. But you never truly listened! You were always working, always gone, when all I wanted was for you to be home, you were chasing something that didn't have me or Amari's name on it, while i was chasing you to stay home."
Stack took a sharp step toward you, his face becoming darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "That ain't what I asked you! I'm not talkin' bout the past right now, I'm talkin' about this! I'm asking you if he's replacing me! I'm asking you if he is who you truly love?"
His eyes were wild searching your face, seeing if a lie would come from your mouth or the truth that would destroy him.
Do you truly love that man? If you kiss him, you must, right? Stack thought.
"I need to know if I lost you to me working, to the lifestyle, or if i lost you to another man" he let out, his voice dropping into a painful sound
You choked on your tears as you heard him ask you these questions.
"Does he know how to hold you when you're scared? Does he look at you the way I do?"
The vulnerability that had been there moments ago had hardened into a desperate, jealous hunger.
"You look at me", he commanded, his voice slightly shaking. "You look me in the eye and you tell me, that he is the one you love? Or are you just tryin' to fill a bed that I ain't layin in no more?"
If someone came in to this house right now you think they would choke on how thick the air was, the tension. It was suffocating.
You could feel the heat radiating off of him. His gaze was burning, demanding honesty and truth for the both of you.
You bit your cheek and the words tore from you, raw and jagged, you took a step back as your wiped at your eyes, but the tears kept coming, relentless.
"He isn't you, Stack!" you choked out, the confession coming out like a physical blow. "He isn't you. I just.. I needed something to forget that i needed you and still want you. I was trying to fill a void, I was just trying to find a way to make the house feel less quiet, i just needed somebody. I don't know, I needed someone who would show up. But he couldn't truly replace you…. No one can, Elias".
Stack stood there as if the words that left your lips had struck him in his chest as he stared at you. The fire he had in his eyes only calming with a bit of clarity.
"Jackson can't replace Amari's father," you continued, your voice shaking, trembling. "Because I see it every night. When I put 'Mari to bed, and he has a nightmare… and he wakes up crying in the middle of the night," you continue with a shaky breath. "It isn't Jackson he's screaming for. He calls for you. He wants his Daddy".
Stack's jaw dropped slightly, his gaze no longer on you but falling to the floor as he hears the words leaving your lips, they are now settled into his bones. The slick-mouthed man who always had something to say or a defensive response, was now quiet, he was found without the words, speechless.
He took a step toward you, this time not defensive or jealous, just understanding with a bit of defeat. His hand trembled as he caressed your cheek, just that touch was electric, it was so familiar, it reminded you of how he always wanted to look at you, his eyes were filled with regret that felt deep like it just might swallow you both.
"I ain't know" he whispered, his voice breaking "I thought, i was been erased, I thought i was just going to be the man who dropped off checks and takes him for this weekends…i don't wanna be that".
His hand lingered on your cheek as he wipes away a tear falling from your eye.
"I'm sorry" the weight of the conversation, the months of contemplations all the trouble seemed to collapse the moment you stepped into him. You let it g, the hurt, anger, frustration. You let out a hitching sob and melted int his arms.
You felt the broadness of his chest, it firmly against yours. The intoxicating scent surrounding you, filling your sense. Instantly transporting you back to the nights you use to fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.
But he didn't hesitate, he completely locked his arms around you as if he were trying to pull you back into the void that needed to be filled. His face buried into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on it prickling your asking, his breathing was wet against your skin.
You could feel the slight shake in his hands.
It was just silence for a while, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, tears running down your face, but as you stood there in his arms. It felt like for the first time you were breathing fresh air for the first time in a long time.
Your tears dampened the fabric of his shirt, causing him to hold you even tighter, his warm palm splayed on your lower back, rocking you slight, a motion he used to sooth Amari, he is now using it on you.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your as his hand moves to cradle your face with tenderness. "I'm here" he whispered, his voice thick. "I'm right here, we gonna fix this, I'm gonna fix this,"
These walls the ones you two built together are now wrapping you in it's arms, all the memories comes flooding back, it was less of a burden and more of relief.
He didn't pull away, he leaned close to you having your foreheads resting against each other, all you hear is the shallow breathes you are now both taking.
You felt the heat of his gaze, his focus now entirely on you, his eyes almost hid the terrifying feeling of losing his soul. Losing you
"He doesn't love you like I do" Stack whispered again, his confession having the hair of your back standing up. "He can't, cause your heart is wrapped in mine, you have me completely baby, he doesn't know the half of our love, the love i have for you."
He pressed a lingering yet tender kiss to your tear-stained cheek. You couldn't help but let out a broken sound, causing your eyes to flutter shut. He moved lower this time his lips grazing the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot shaky breath against your pulse, causing you to shiver and tighten your hands on him.
His touch was like a claim, a silent plea to have you back, for you to remember what you two shared, for you to remember everything you tried to hurt and forget with another man.
"I'm sorry, baby" he said against your neck. "I'm sorry I let work get in the way of you and 'Mari, I'm sorry it got in the way of you, but I've changed."
His lips trailed back up, hovering just a bit from yours. He took a second, he waited giving you the chance to pull back, but you didn't you moved closer.
"Please Elias" is all you said and that was all he needed to hear.
His lips finally crashed into yours, this kiss was heated it was the collision of your love and longing coming together, you were starving for his lips ever since the last time you had then on yours.
This kiss burned with hope, with a new beginning it was a kiss that said more than you two felt words ever could, it was a sealed promise that the void Stack created could only be closed by the one who created it, Stack himself.
"Please, speak to me?" Stack pleaded as his chest was heaving, as his hand slid down the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.
You were grounded here, this was your home, this was where you heart resided between Stack and Amari, in this house.
"I want you, it's always been you, Jackson couldn't even—" you began to say.
"Imma prove to you that no man can replace me, but i think you know that baby, don't you?" he asked, you feel as if his question was rhetorical.
"I love you "ꨄ︎", I love our son, I wanna prove to you I've changed, I wanna show you that I am the man you've wanted me to become, the business is doing so well I won't have to work for a long time, this time I can provide and be here for the both of you". He states looking you in your eye.
Your eyes threaten to swell with tears again as these are the words you've been wanting to hear all along; this is all you wanted.
It was your turn to lean in and kiss him, leading you to be breathless, Stack's arms cling tighter to you, sliding to the meat of your ass to hold onto, causing you let out a moan.
He sits on the couch, pulling you down with him, forcing you to straddle his lap, knees braced on either side of him. He holds your hips, looking up at you as one of his hands makes it's way towards your stomach, leading to cup your breast.
He massages you breast through your clothes. "So you want me, hm?" He asks, but by the way you are grinding on him, he definitely knows the answer.
"You know I do," you whimper as you begin to take your shirt off, and his hands quickly go to unhook your bra, stripping it off of you so he can see your tits. His eyes are solely on you as his lips inch closer to your nipples, and his tongue latches onto you.
He strips his shirt off placing it on the couch.
You whimper, biting your lip "Elias-" you lean closer to him as his lips encircle your breast. Stack shakes his head "Nah, baby, say my name".
"Daddy" you whimper as your nails dig into his neck.
You heard a low moan leave him, as his mouth was working on your right breast while your other nipple was busy being squeezed by his fingers. You shifted slightly, beginning to grind on him.
"God, I've missed you, baby," he moaned, as a string of saliva connected to his lip and to your nipple. He licks his lips. Your back arches, only wanting to lean into him as much as you could, as far as you could.
You take his chin in your hand, truly looking at him, and you smile, kissing him. He leans back as you melt into his touch, your bodies were melting together on the couch. You both have been aching for this.
Your hands are shaking as you pull at the strings of his sweatpants, as he grabbed your wrists shaking his head. "As bad as I can't wait for that, I need my mouth on you first" He stated, his mouth trailed up to your neck finding beautiful places to make marks on.
Before you can try to grind your hips again, Stacks kisses you, completely silencing any of your pleas, as he lifts you up and gently sits you on the couch, breaking your kiss. You quickly pull your shorts down, but Stack grabs your wrist as he sees your fingers looped onto your panties.
His eyes never left yours as he knelt before you, as if he were ready to give you everything. He peppered kisses on your knees, up to your thighs. His eyes weren't just loving or lustful, but they were determined…they—no, he was hungry.
He saw your soaked panties and kisses them, smelling the sweet musky scent of you, smiling to himself.
"Missed this smell, missed how you taste" he said.
You squirmed as your wet panties cling to your sticky mound "Please, do something, daddy!!" you whimpered.
He didn't take your panties off yet, no, he kissed you through your panties, and all you could do was watch as your hand found his head, caressing the back of it.
"Patience, baby" is all he whispered, but you swore he wasn't even talking to you; he was talking to your pussy.
He licked your panties that clung to your heat, your hand instinctively tighten on his shoulder as you shuddered a breath. His tongue was laid wide as he licked stripes all over your pussy.
Hearing your whimpering and seeing you squirm was good enough taunting for him as he then took your panties off for you, having the wet fabric slide down your ankles, holding them in his hand.
Your bare soaking pussy now in front of him, just glistening, so pretty.
"Please, been wanting you to get a taste all day" you pleaded. You knew you just had to rile him up at the exact moment so he would stop going go slow.
Why was he taking so long anyway? Didn't he want you?
He groans as the blood and heat rushes to his cock.
His mouth finds your clit, immediately causing you to hiss and your back to arch. He tasted your heat, your slick oozing into his mouth.
"Shhh.. baby, we ain't tryin wake him up, keep your voice down, okay ?" he spoke lowly, as he kissed your mound. "Can you do that for me, or try?"
You inhale deeply nodding, "I can try, nnghh". He barely gave you time to respond as his tongue lapped at you again.
His tongue absolutely agonizing, as he lifts his head only a bit "That nigga got a taste of this?" he asked as his finger begins to apply pressure to your clit.
You whimper, trying to cover your mouth. He did say for you to keep your voice down, didn't he ? So why would you answer his question now?
His eyes bore into yours, his warm, comforting mouth now releasing you, causing you to shiver, feeling the cool breeze on your wet, sopping pussy. His energy completely shifted, and his eyes grew dark as he looked at you.
"I know you heard me." he reiterated.
His tongue began to glide against your folds, as he pulled your legs closer towards him, his nose started to hit your clit, panting wasn't what you were doing at this point, you were gasping for air as your hand pushed his head in deeper, your voice cried out as your hand snapped to cover it.
"mmmm-nghhh baby s-slow down" your hips began to jerk.
"Answer my question"
"H-He did" you admit as your eyes closed, causing Stack to pull back from your soaking pussy, and you to look down at him.
"Come here" Stack said pulling your hips down, so you two are now both on the floor and you pull his dick out of his sweatpants, he aligns your sopping pussy with his mouth, your wet mouth with his tip.
"You gonna forget his name tonight, I'll make sure of it" is all he said, as he spread your ass and his nose hitting your pussy. You can't help but moan and grind, staring at his now standing dick, he was hard, hard for you.
You drool on him before leaning down and wrapping your wet warm lips around his dick.
"All this for me?" He asked, and you can't help but nod your head, causing you to bob your head on him eagerly.
"Breathe, baby, breathe," he reminds you as his own mouth finds it was back to your pussy.
He was huge, but you've missed this, you missed having his body with yours, this is the void you've been trying to fill, all you wanted was him. Your hips never stop rolling on his face as you whimper on his dick, his hips snapping, causing you to choke a couple of times and hit the back of your throat.
His hands find their way on your waist, holding you steady and completely devouring you, causing you to gasp and moan at the feeling.
Your mouth releases his dick "fff-ucck, mmhm keep going baby please."
You stroke his dick, and unexpectedly you snap, feeling a release oozing from your pussy. You cum on his face, forcing your hips to jerk as you lift form is face a bit, seeing hims lick his lips you turn around and kiss him, tasting yourself on your own tongue.
Stack groans, "You taste as sweet as I remember. Come on, baby, I need to be inside you."
You whimper and nod, pulling away from him, and licking your lips as his back stays lying on the ground, and you straddle him, but he quickly swaps places with you, rolling you two so he is now on top of you.
As much as he loved seeing you on top, he wanted to give you everything.
His hand reaches for those soaked panties he had, wrapping it around his cock and stroking himself, and you watch him, only the pre cum getting on your panties.
"I need you, baby, gosh I've missed you," he said, hissing, lining his dick up into your tight hole.
Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, causing him to grab your throat, and you two sloppily kiss, making out, tongues fighting for dominance. Feeling and tasting yourself on his lips, he moves a bit closer to you.
You feel him, his tip sinking in slowly, as if he was taking his time to indulge in you, savoring how you feel wrapped around him, your soaked, gushy walls, sopping and crying just for him and only for him.
Your arms instantly wrapping around his neck, his hand moved your thighs, spreading you out, trying to dig deeper, you couldn't help but clench.
And all this time you were going on without him? Without your best friend, the man you love? You wonder how you made it this long anyway.
"Baby, you too tight, open up for me" He commanded, as his middle finger began to place itself on your clit and rub in a slow circular motion, making you jolt. He took his opportunity to thrust deeper, knocking the wind out of you.
As one hand was beside your head the other between your legs, messing with your clit.
"You so tight, baby, it's ok Daddy's back, i'm here, i'm right here" He whispered.
You couldn't help but whine, as your hand wraps around his wrist trying to slow down his painful yet pleasurable toying with your clit.
"Nah, baby, this is who you need, I'm right here," He said as he felt your hand wrapping around his wrist, causing him to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing your hand above your head. Now both of your hands are interlocked together.
"Missed you, missed you so much," He groaned as his hips didn't even want to stop. "No, no, it's ok, baby." "It's a lot taking a real man's dick, but you remember how to don't you?. His voice was somewhat taunting
You don't know if he was talking to you or her. But his hips moved if he had everything to prove, as if you were on the line.
"You're so big nggghh" your breath coming out as panting.
"You can take it, I know you can, just like you used to."
"Mmhmmm, you feel so good," you can't help but look at him.
His thrusts only picked up, becoming harder and more determined, with pure precision. You only grow tighter around him, his hand that was intertwined with yours soon released, slithering down your face to palm your throat in his grasp.
"Who you miss? Hmm? Say you missed Daddy's dick," he said as he leaned down his warm breath on your ear, tickling your neck.
His hand firm on your throat, it wasn't brutal, it was only light pressure, squeezing ever so lightly, just the way you liked it. He remembered.
You snap your hips up to meet his "I-hmph,"
He squeezed your throat just a little tighter as he felt your hips meet his.
"I missed your dick, baby."
The only sounds in the living room to be heard, was the slapping of skin, your moaning, ass rubbing against the soft carpet, but more importantly the wet sound coming from you pussy.
"Cmon pretty, i need you to- hah! try to stay quiet i need to hear something" he kissed your lips, his hips slowing down slightly.
"What?" you asked in a bit of confusion.
"You trust me?" He asks rather softly, catching his breath
Your eyebrows furrow as you choke on a moan. "Of course I do"
A smile appeared on his face, more like a mischevious grin as he gave a peck to your forehead.
His hand, which was wrapped around your throat, then covered your mouth, and all you could do was look at him and take it.
The palm of his hand covering your mouth, not harmfully—just silencing you.
"I love you, I need you to know that, and you tap me if I'm too rough, alright?"
All you did was nod, and that's when the thrusts began, oh, he fucked you, he fucked you like he hated you or something, as if he was trying to win a competition.
"Shhh, baby i can't hear her" he breathed.
Your muffled moans were dying by his hand, silencing you.
Schlick.
Your eyes widen, causing your breathing to become heavier.
He moaned at the sound "Thereeee, she is,"
Schlick
Your hands traveled making there way to your clit as you play with yourself only a little bit.
"Oh thaattt's it baby say it one more time for me, who is daddy?" He asked, but again he wasn't ask you to say it, he wanted to hear it. Hear it from her.
You took deep breathes as you felt the cum already pooling down your ass.
"Hmphh- Mmmm" was all could be heard from you.
"That's it C'mon baby talk to me" he commanded and so she did.
He was in a different state, he was commanding your attention and your pleasure, when and where to give it was all up to him.
He felt you, and seeing your eyes roll back and your body begin to shake, your sound muffled, as you gripped onto him like your life depended on it, circling your hips back to his.
"F--Fuckkk I think —I'm gonna cum, can I ?" before he can finish his sentence, you nod, both of your hips meeting one another's in pleasure.
His hips stilled, his abs clenching, as he panted catching his breath and removing his hand from your mouth.
"You okay? He asks carefully, as he pulls out slowly. Catching his breath.
You nod, feeling the plush cushion on your skin felt nice, the house was silent more of catching each other breath than anything. The soft hum of the air condition.
He grabs his sweatpants, putting them back on and heading over to the fridge grabbing water.
He hands you a bottle "Drink"
You feel the nice cool water bottle in your palms as you begin to drink it, just what you needed.
It truly felt surreal to be back in this house, with the man you’d tried so hard to erase from your heart.
Stack was sitting next to you, with his hand resting on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles against your skin.
"Stay," he whispered, the word carrying more weight than a command. It was a plea. "Don't go back to that house tonight. Just... stay here. With me. With 'Mari."
You look towards the window. "Stack… I didn't even bring any clothes, shit I wasn't even supposed to be here. I only have the clothes I came in with."
Stack has a small smile appear on his face after he takes a sip of water. "You know I still have some of your clothes in the room in a box", he said, a bit sheepishly, as if he didn't just rearrange your organs. "I don't know what it's got in there, but there is definitely some leggings, some sweatpants, and a hoodie."
Stack watched your face, and he could clearly see all the wheels turning in your brain.
"Listen to me, I ain't rushing you, but i'm not gonna act like i don't miss you or love you. That is clear, it's gonna work, cause imma make it work," he said reassuringly "It ain't gonna be the same as it use to be, cause I ain't the same man and imma prove it to you and 'Mari no matter how long it takes."
He looked at you "We ain't gotta tell him everything, we just gon' tell that Mommy stayed over cause we missed each other, we can take it slow, I don't have any problems with that. But I ain't letting work or anybody come between what we got. I want my family back. I want you back.
You looked at his hand interwined with yours "Are you sure this time?"
Stack nodded.
"And you promise?" you ask.
"Promise, we'll be slow, I ain't losing my family again". Stack said reassuring.
mika's notes .ᐟ.ᐟ: ummmm yeah i actually loved the way this turned out, i might revised the smut, but i hope you all enjoy, i think this might be the longest fic to date
what. the. fuck. first off the emotional debt this had? i was ready to take him back fuck a jackson. and elias talking to the cooch? “shhh baby i can’t hear her” OH MY LORDDD!! HOES NOT FW MY SUH PEN
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۶ৎsummary: Your husband Stack was always the one pranking you, and you always took the pranks on the chin. This time it was your turn to prank him, so you decide to prank him, and act as if you had to pay $500 dollars to get air in your tires,Let's just say that prank ends up with you on your back and whimpering
۶ৎwarnings & word count: 5.7k words, cursing, use of n-word, black!femreader, husband!Stack, smut, playful couple, dirty talk, smexy time in the bedroom, overstimulation, squirting, nipple play/sucking. Stack is a eater, condomless sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
a/n: y'all i'm sorry it took me so long to post this. I was literally having technical difficulties. For some reason, I was about to make a normal post, and it just wouldn't let me post my fic!! be made at tumblr, not me!! (hopefully minor errors only, did proofread)
this was also one of my first requests ever! from @nanamiismine!, i'm sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy it lovely!
You and Stack were always laughing and joking, the whole house full over laughter and little things. Stack would always be pulling pranks on you.
Today was Saturday and you were running errands, you have been around town today, shopping for things you needed as well as things you wanted.
As you stroll through one of your favorite stores you lean on the shopping cart scrolling on your phone, the bag of spinach in one hand and your phone in the other, your screen was more interesting at the time, going through TikTok as you grab your snacks, as you swipe you come across a video that had you cracking up, of a wife, telling her husband that she paid for air in her tires around $500, you stifle a chuckle as you make your way to self-checkout.
You scan each item, pay with card, grab your receipt and leave the store. As you are leaving you push the cart until you reach your car, placing all your groceries in the trunk and close it. You make your way into the drivers seat, and you sit there for a minute scrolling on TikTok, but that video you saw earlier never left your mind, one reason is because your tires do in fact need air. Stack knew this and he was going to get some air in his tires after his workout, but after his workout he realized you already went to with the car and shot you a text reminding you to be safe and to come home to get some air in the tires.
So you drive to the gas station, and go get some air in your tires for free of course, but Stack won't know that and you can't help but think of how funny it would be to prank your husband saying you bought some air for an enormous price.
You drive back home, parking in the garage and popping the trunk, grabbing the couple of bags you brought and making your way inside your home. The house smelt of buffalo wings and nachos. Just by the smell you knew he was watching a game and when you walk in seeing him on then couch, you knew you were right. There your husband sat hunched over elbows on his knees, eyes glued to the TV as you heard the familiar roar of an NBA announcer. You kick the front door shut with your heel.
As you walk into the kitchen, placing the bags down.
"Hey baby, I'm back" you called out, moving straight to the kitchen island placing your bags down.
Stack didn't move from the couch , his eyes glued to a fast break on the screen before him. "Thought you said were going to pick up a few things, i come back from my workout and saw the garage was empty when i finished , so i knew you probably went to go run errands."
You nod, putting groceries in the fridge as you listened to him speak. "Yes, baby, well i handled everything", you started pulling out your favorite snacks. "I got the good stuff too, went to go get some air in the tires since i was out and the guy at the shop told me it lasts longer."
Stack's eyebrows furrowed, you set the final bag of groceries on the island, you get to the one containing your favorite snack and lean against the counter, watching him. On the TV, a basketball player was lining up for a free throw, but now Elias's attention was all on you. His arm leaning on the couch, he looked relaxed, his skin looked like he was glowing from his workout, thought he'd obviously showered and changed into some lounge clothes.
"Well baby, how was your day?" you asked, tilting your head about.
He reached for the remote lowering the volume just enough so he could hear you over the noise of the TV. "Productive ain't too bad" his deep voice vibrating through the room. "I got a good lift in and core workout. Was gonna head to the garage to take care of your car, but when i came back home already saw you and the car were gone." He looks at all the bags on the counter "look like you were one a mission huh?"
He stood up, now back facing the TV, his arms over his head stretching, he started walking toward the kitchen and helping you unpack. "I'm just glad you didn't get so much and lug all of it in yourself, you got everything you needed and wanted?"
You smiled "Everything and more" you replied, turning your back to him as you reach for the carton of eggs. "I also stopped before i came back home to get the air in my tires done, so you won't have to worry about it. The guy at the shop was super helpful".
Stack paused, his hand hovering over the bag of apples you loved so much, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, head tilting in a bit of confusion. "The shop? i told you I'd do it here in the garage with the compressor. Where'd you go?"
"Ummm, you know that new place around the corner" you lied so smoothly you had stop your smile. "Yeah there i got this Premium Air, you know the high performance stuff? I figured since it's getting colder, I should get the best they had".
The NBA game was now completely forgotten as he heard your words. "Uh-huh, baby what are you talking about?" he asked his voice dropping an octave as his focus was solely on you. "The hell you talking bout ? What, "good stuff?", It's just air baby" He explained.
You looked at him "Well i paid a pretty penny for it and-" you couldn't finish before Stack's mouth was running.
"Fuck you mean, you paid??" his face full of confusion.
You simply nod. Trying your hardest hold your grin and smirk.
Stack takes a tooth pick as he feel like something is between his teeth and attempts to get it out.
Stack prided himself highly of taking care of his woman, doing this for you, wether that be you saying you like a bracelet once, next thing you know it's on your wrist. He loves to take initiative, especially when it comes to lifting things, now he knows your capable, and independent woman but he has been trying to have you let loose a little and let him carry the load sometimes.
So now that he is hearing you went to some dumb ass gas station , and paid, green U.S American dollars, hard earned money, and you paid it for some air, he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. He's also having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you actually went to the gas station and got air filled up, you barely knew how to do an oil change, he showed you how, but he liked taking care of things that are yours.
Hence why he also having a hard time when he told you he was gonna pump air into your tires. At home. And you went to get them done?!
All the food is off the counter now and he just uses his tooth pick, while he is thinking, the fucking hell is premium air?!
"Baby imma need you to go back to the beginning since you left what did you do and how did you get to the station?" he said rubbing his face, the NBA game now the least of his concerns.
"Ok, so i went to go get groceries at the store, and some snacks, also the protein powder you were talking about, so i went to self checkout and brought everything we needed, I went back to the car, putting the groceries in the car, remembered you told me about the air in the tires were getting low, i also remembered you said the colder it gets the more we need to be careful with the car so i went to the shop down the street and the man told me about premium air and so i got!" you said in a cheery tone, as you gave him the run down of your day. When gave less detail when it came to explain getting the air in your tires, knowing he would want to hear more.
He watched you in his white tank top and black sweats explain. He looked scrumptious good enough to eat really, but his sly smile that is usually plastered on his face wasn't there anymore, no it was confusion and frustration, his tongue rolled over his grills that sat pretty on his canines.
"Baby" he gritted out, calming his self down as he steadied himself both hands on the counter, looking at you "Where did you go? What that motherfucker look like? And why the hell did you go off and get air in the tires when i got shit at home??" he asks trying to make sense of the situation.
"Yeah" you continued "I went to the gas station, and i told the man that i need the air in my tires filled, he told me about this premium air, that is special during the winter time and you won't need to fill it up for a long time! He said it's usually $1,000 dollars but he gave me a deal and so i couldn't say no!" you said as if you prided yourself.
He just looked at you, as if you had three heads.
You see the veins in his neck straining just a little bit and without a word he goes to the garage, as if he wants proof you really filled your tires up at all.
He opens the garage door and walks around the car, to feel the tire pressure, his jaw ticks.
"She playin' with me, she better be fucking with me" he mutters to himself.
You make your way to the garage as well, not too far behind him "What's wrong baby?" you asked "How does the tires look? They look good right?"
His jaw ticks as he rubs his face, you can tell he is trying his best to keep his composure.
"When you get air in your tires anywhere, they are supposed to be free, why you ain't just come home?" He asks with his arms crossed as he look at your car.
"Well you know i can handle myself and-" you began to speak before Stack was in front of you.
"You can handle yourself? Yeah i believe that, baby breathe in"
Your eyebrows furrow and head tilted in a bit of confusion "What?"
"You heard me. Breathe. In" he said slowly, you don't know why but your knees get a bit weak at his tone, his command.
You do what he asks and you slowly inhale, waiting for his next words.
"Breathe out" he says as he watches you, exhaling.
His face in front of yours, "that's how free that shit should be, unless God himself breathing air into your tires, the fuck you mean, you paid $500?"
You chuckle a bit.
Stack freezes at you. Do you really think shit is sweet right now, before you got home, he was in a good mood, had a good workout today, ready for you to come, y'all might've watched the game together or a movie, lying in bed, maybe some good loving, and then knocking out. Well, any plans he had before are gone. Out the window.
"I told you I'd fill the air up in your tires, you gon' and go out there to some place and pay some bum ass nigga $500 ? And you laughing? When i told you I'd do it at home? "Ok little Ms. Independent" He said, nodding.
"Well it's already done so, imma go take a shower and I'll be back" you shrug not taking it seriously, almost in a cheerful mood as you head upstairs and take a shower. While Stack stays there almost as if he is froze in place, and he finally blinks looking at your car, grabbing your keys and turning your car on wanting to see what your tires pressure looks like.
"Some fuck ass nigga, touching her car," he groans to himself.
You are in the bathroom getting your playlist ready for a little mini concert chuckling to yourself seeing how well the prank is going, and wondering if you should tell him, or when it's the right time.
As you wait for the water to heat up, downstairs Stack is scrambling trying to figure out who you went to and what the fuck is premium air? He only knew one person who he could call and rely on, his brother.
He waits as his leg shakes impatiently for an answer, as he hears the phone ringing.
"Yo" Smoke said
"Yoo, Smoke i gotta question for you?" Stack asked as he has the phone on speaker in your car.
Smoke groans, "Stack it better not be some dumb shit like last time"
Stack rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth "It ain't, you ever heard premium air for your tires?"
Silence on the other end and a beep following after that, Stack looks at the phone.
Did this nigga just hang up on me??. Immediately pressing on his contact again calling once more, this time it rings a couple more times before he hears a sigh on the phone.
"Tell me you ain't hang up on me, nigga tell meeeee your ass didn't just hang up on me?!!" Stack says taking deep breathes as if he's about to lose it.
"I told you i ain't wanna hear no dumb shit, guess what you bothering me with ? Some dumb ass shit, taking about some premium air for ties, do i look dumb to you, Pops taught us everything we need to know about cars inside and out, so what the fuck you talking bout some Premium air fo' ?" Smoke murmured.
"Aight, listen, ꨄ talking about that she went to the gas station and went to go fill up the tires with some shit she said the guy called "premium air" and that it's made to last longer, i ain't never heard of no shit like that in my life, so i had to make sure, cause i ain't no dumb ass nigga, I'm keeping it cool right now but i will kill someone behind her, talking about she paid $500, nigga did you hear what i just said? five hundred U.S motherfuckin' dollas!" Stack explained completely irritated and out of breath from his little rant.
There was silence on the end, until he heard a laugh, Smoke was laughing. At him.
Stack sucked his teeth as he rubbed his head as if he was having a crisis. "Fuck is so funny?"
Smoke cleared his throat, catching his breath from the laugh he had to let out "Uh-huh, it's that fuck ass trend, Annie tried pulling that shit on me a while back, had her every way but loose, trying to play me for a fool. Search that shit up, man". Smoke said
He continued "She playing with you, i mean you do always prank her, so i guess now it's her time to prank you. She got your ass, and good for her".
Stack was very still on the phone as he nodded "Aight, thanks"
"No problem, good luck handling that" Smoke said.
Stack ended the call and just stared, zoning out into thought, this was her prank?? she think her ass so funny huh?, well prank over. Let's see if she laughing after this.
Meanwhile, you are in the shower, imagining yourself on your second world tour as you are listening to Rihanna "Love on the Brain". as you sing along unbeknownst to you of what will await you once you get out of the shower.
You rinse the soap off of your body, turning the shower off and wrapping your damp body in a towel. Stepping out of the shower and headed to the bedroom, you see Stack sitting on the bed, as if he was waiting for you.
"Hey baby" you say with a smile, trying not to let your stomach full of nerves get to you.
"Quit playin with me, so what the man look like?" his jaw was tight and his words coming out differently then before, more calm? and controlled.
"He was real tall, um light skin too just a couple blocks down" you lie with ease.
Stack slowly approaches you, causing your thighs to clench and to hold your towel tighter then before.
"You should be glad i got em done" you shrug your shoulders as you walk past him.
All he could think about was, how he missed the game he invested an hour into watching, how you got the tires got filled when he said he would take care of it and you keep throwing this word "independent" around as if you don't have a ring on your finger, you could be independent but you rarely let him help and you know he loves to help.
Stack stared at the back of you, he caught whiff of your body wash, as you grab you body butter rubbing it into your hands and rubbing it on your legs as you prop up your leg onto the bed, towel still on your body.
Stack smiled coming up with an idea.
He sat on the bed where your leg was, before you can move your leg he caught your ankle placing it between his legs on the bed "Let me do it".
"It's ok i can d-" you began to say.
"I know you can, but i want to, let me" he asks looking you at you and that tank top fitting him all right, how could you say no?
Stack grabbed the container of body butter and rubbed it into his hand massaging and rubbing your leg down as you stood with one leg for balance.
"So you ain't gonna tell me?" he asked as his eyes never left yours.
"Tell you what?" you asked chuckling.
"The truth"
You rolled your eyes and laughed. "What I said was the truth"
His jaw clenched as he looked at you, now you rolling your eyes too, as if he was annoying you??
"Lemme do your whole body, baby give you a nice massage" He sounded sweet and loving but his eyes had a glint to them, one that carried mischief.
"No, baby I'm-"
"Lay down, i ain't asking you, I'm telling you" Stack pulled your leg to straddle his and he flipped you over, now your back on the plush bed.
You feel frozen, your trying to catch your breath, chest heaving, you whisper to yourself on the bed.
"Wanna speak up baby?" he asks as he looks at you, his hand caressing your legs and hip, your hip automatically jerks.
"Nah, Ms. Little Independent right? Don't need me?, He starts, "Don't worry imma get the truth out tonight".
You swallow, his tone in voice makes the butterflies in your stomach now swarm.
"You paid 500 dollars for what? air? baby, i know you ain't that dumb right ?" He asked.
Your eyebrows furrow, "Dumb, no i was just tryna help", who was he feeling like??
He smiled, kissing your nose "And you still lying to me, that's real cute".
"You ain't gone tell the truth huh baby?" He grabs the towel pulling it from you, now your skin still a little wet and you try to cover yourself, "Nah none of that baby".
He grabs the body butter rubbing it into his hands and rubbing it on your torso, he brings his lips down to your chest kissing them softly.
You gasp. The words caught in your throat "S-Stack".
Your breath hitched as you feel one of his hands palming your breast, squeezing lightly as his fingers pinch your nipples.
"Nah i don't wanna hear nothing but the truth, don't worry imma get it out of you" he said look downing at you his head tilting as he is taking in your reaction as his fingers do not let up from playing with your nipples.
Your hand lands on his, hissing gripping his wrist.
He leans down to your breast his breath stopping right above your nipple , you grip the bed sheet. "I don't wanna hear anything, but the truth and you moaning, that's it, not a single complaint"
Just like that his lips met your nipple and you bit your lip trying to remain calm. You felt something that had your eyes wide and you yelp, your hands instantly going to the back of his head. Teeth, he bit your nipple just lightly.
You cried out, trying your best to remain calm as your back couldn't help but arch up as look down at him.
You couldn't lie since you got out the shower you had been wet, and this is not just about your body, you don't know how long you needed him but you need him. Now that you lie here naked in front of him you can't help but becoming more needy.
You whimper as you look down at him and he sucks your nipple just a little bit before he let's go, much to your dismay, you frown.
He kisses your cheek, you turn to kiss him but he pulls away, causing you to frown "I'll touch you, but i ain't kissin' those lips til they tell me the truth".
Your breath hitches and you want to cry out, as you try to pucker your lips, practically begging for a kiss as you face him, he moves your body farther on the bed as your head now hits the pillows.
As he moved your body, you feel his fingers on your thighs caressing, his fingers rubbed your pussy, in little circles, watching your body, as he can see the shiver you try to hide from him.Your hips chase for his hand, for that feeling of pleasure.
His fingers never stopped once they started inside f you as his hips fought fighting back, his finger hit a rhythm that has the back of your eyes rolling.
You keep your mouth shut holding your whimpers back, until your lips began to tremble. "P-Please", you suck in a breath as you remain eye contact with him and you try to rut meeting the match of his fingers.
He just watches your face and your body jolt.
"Uh-oh does Mrs. Independent need something? Thought you had everything under control and don't need me no more huh?" Stack mimics you, whining like you do with his lip pouting.
His fingers were relentlessly brutal and you were loving every minute. If this is how every prank ends for you then why would you stop?
Your thighs began to shake in his hand and you try grabbing his wrist getting him to slow down just a bit. His eyes dragged all over your body taking you in, legs spread, body freshly moisturized, nipples perky and your face trying your hardest to keep your composure, it was a cute act.
Stack snatches your hand that is trying to slow him down pinning it above your head "You'll take it baby, right cause you like playing in my face" he groans as he feels your juices running down his fingers.
"Kiss me, please" you tried to demand but it came out more like begging, your lips hasn't touched his all day and you were desperate for a kiss.
He ignores you, eyes focused on his fingers and the juices flowing from you, he curls his fingers causing you to moan and whimper. You are close, and he knows it, and right when you are there he pulls his fingers out, your pleasure falters right at the edge.
"Fuck!, no please" you almost shout at him.
"You think you run shit, you think I'm dumb or something?" he asks as his face is in yours, his eyes burning into yours.
Your heart was beating so fast trying to catch your breath from him, edging you and a pout forms your lips as you aren't getting what you truly want.
"You gonna say sorry, and i wanna hear your too" He repeated "That's a promise". He hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, as he is now face front towards your juicy pussy.
Your mouth couldn't help but drop as you felt his tongue between your legs, your hips trying to grind on his face, but his hands led you steady making sure you take what is given, not just what you want.
His mouth never left your pussy, he was clearly happy between your legs with all the sounds he was making. Stack always found pleasure of giving you pleasure, he feed off of that shit. So when he is hearing your moans, or tasting you, for him that's pleasure enough.
"P-Please b-baby, i need you" you whined out, as your back arched off the bed, as your watery eyes landed on him, he looks completely lost in it. You feel his nose running over your clit causing you to jerk away. His hands immediately pin your thighs open "you got bout one more time to be disrupting me while I'm down here and imma have your ass sore as hell" he said slowly with heavy command in his voice.
He licked his lips and kissed your pussy and earning a harsh breath coming from you. He pulled away , he's licking his lips and wiping his now glistening chin.
You hear a button being undone and next the slide of a zipper, you want to make the processes faster reaching to help him take his pants off but he moves your hand, not even looking at you as he takes his pants off and his boxers.
"Come get up and sit on it, Ms. Independent" he said.
You don't hesitate, you move aside as Stack leans his back on the headboard and you straddle, thighs now resting on both sides. He strokes himself lightly. "You still ain't tell the truth".
"So now you gon' have to work for it until i hear my apology" He said.
You place your hand on his shoulder lifting up just enough as you feel yourself throbbing in need as Stack lines up his dick underneath you, you were pulsing in need for him.
Stack places his hands on your hips and gives you no time to even think or hesitate as he forces your hips down, feeling just how wet you are and he makes sure you sink all the way down. He groaned as he felt you clench immediately. Stack's face remained clam but his head hung low taking deep breathe as if he didn't want it to get to him.
You frowned remembering that Stack wanted you to work for it. So you lifted you hips and started to grind yourself onto his tip and sunk all the way down, hissing at the feeling.
As you were trying to find the rhythm , Stack's lips found your nipples again. sucking on them causing your knees to shake. Your back arched more into his touch causing you to cry out as your hands fly to the back of his neck. "S-Shit, baby i-i". The words could barely leave your lips, coming out as cracked and broken.
All he did was hum, his hands now palming your ass, they didn't help you move or anything, not at all his hands just laid there squishing the fat of your ass.
"Sound like you trying to say some, mamas? What is it? You sayin' sorry?" He asked as he released your nipple and kiss the middle of your chest, as he looked up at you.
"M-mm, i-it, it was a joke baby, m'sorry, j-just a p-prank" you cry out as your hips start to feel tired.
Stack's grin reappears on his face as he looks at you, he can tell your hips are growing tired.
"I couldn't hear you baby, from all that whimpering and shit speak up baby" he mimics you and smiles. The way he kisses you, he knows his lips are burning your skin even more with complete need. Your lips yearn for his.
You hiccup as you stop moving your hands remain on his shoulders. You bury your face in his neck, posture slouched leaning on his, he smacks your ass, he never told you to stop moving, but he feels the wet kisses you are leaving on his neck, causing him to move his neck to the side giving you more access.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pranking you, f-for tryna be funny, please I'm sorry" you whine, hips weakly moving, trying your best to do as he said.
"You sorry?" he asks "Are you really sorry?" "Cause you came in here, you saw me watching my game, just chillin, and you bring yo' fine ass home tryna be funny, got me heated as hell. You know I'd kill some niggas behind you".
He says as he lifts you up as your legs straddle his waist and he flips you over now you are on your back as he plunges deeply into you.
"Oh fuck!" you cry out.
"I know you ain't think your prank would have you moaning and crying like this huh, baby?" Stack said with a smile.
"i ahhh, i-I'm so sorry, fuck please i need you" you blabber and whine as you fell him just plunging into you relentlessly.
Stack's hips never slowed and he could feel you, feel how wet you were and tight. He moans just a bit and he finally kisses you.
He set the pace and the tone, the way his hips were snapping into yours, he was showing you and making you feel like you were his. His lips crashed into yours fervently and you moaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you suck on his tongue for a moment. You longed for his lips on yours from the start of the day.
He kissed you harder, his forehead hitting yours and swallowing your moans with his kisses, his finger slither between your bodies and his fingers found your clit, your eyes rolled back, and you broke the kiss gasping.
Your body began to shake underneath him. Stack shook his head, in a demanding yet sure tone."Shhh, you gon take this, be good for me baby". You shuttered at all the sensations, the way he was speaking to you, the feeling of his hands on you, his fingers on your clit rubbing fast circles and his other hand near your head, and the way he is fucking you, you were sure you going to be sore, tonight, tomorrow and the day after that.
All you could do was nod and have your hands holding on to him. You felt his balls slapping against your ass, his fingers left your clit and his hands found your thighs, pressing them down spreading you open farther then you already were.
"Fuck, Oh gosh, oh gosh" moans falling from your lips, as you watch him fully concentrated on your pussy. You shook your head, your legs shaking.
"Mmph fuck, n-not fair wanna cum together" you whine out, with tears in your eyes. Stack heard your words and as if it was possible you got even tighter?? He surely thought he was gonna die.
His hips snapping forward, those deep strokes were brutal, every thrust was knocking the wind out of you. His hips continued as he leaned down to kiss you, he got sloppier in his thrusts and you could feel him getting closer to cum.
"Please gimme" you moved his hands away from your thighs and began to thrust up into him as well. He groaned, his pounding began to become sloppier, your voice cracking
"You sorry for playing in my face?" hid heavy hand came back t your thigh and rutting into you
"Mmmmmm fuu-ck, yes, I'm sorry!" you hissed at the grip on your thigh and your eyes rolled back cumming, you feel it flowing out of you and onto him dick.
Stack's head hung low as he began to feel it, feel the pressure , how wet you were. His hips were stuttering, cum running down your legs and squirting just a bit, your body shaking as Stack began to groan, never too far behind you when it came to pleasure.
"I got you, i always got, j-j-just let me take care of you sometimes" he whispered to you, pressing harder into you. He felt everything how wet you were, hearing your moans, seeing your nipples fully erect, seeing your face the way it is all blissed out was enough to make him cum and it did.
"That's it, take what i give you" he said as he kept grinding, only lightly but slowing down. You try catching your breath but his lips find yours as he kisses you.
Your lips always find a way to meet his no matter how tired, and this time they do once more.
You smile lightly as he catches his breath, and so do you.
He tries not to collapse on you, but you have your arms waiting for the moment and you can't wait when he does, he sees your face and he leans on you still buried deep inside, his face buried in your neck. The room smelling of sex and truth's now told.
You drags your nails lightly on his back.
You are taking deep breathes, you can feel his heart slowly but surely coming back to a regular heart rate, no longer so elevated from…such activities.
"Sooo, this was my first time pranking you and you do me like that?" you ask joking lightly.
Stack hums with a light chuckle.
"I- I, I only want you to know you don't always have to be so independent, but that i am here too, for you baby, so respectfully yeah, I gotta show you and anybody else that questions that shit, that you are well taken care of". He explains with pure honesty in his heart.
"Also, try to pull a prank that I won't go somewhere and start swinging on somebody, cause trust and believe I was going to that gas station." Stack grumbles.
As he was peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses, you couldn't help but smile; your first prank was an utter success in your books. You would most definitely have to do it again sometime.
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