#babydaddy!stack x reader

yall were supposed to be done.

your legs was shaking, thighs was burning, your voice gone from the way you’d been begging him to slow down — only to cry when he finally pulled out, leaving you empty and aching.

stack would of thought you’d been tap out by now. should’ve let him clean you up, let him roll over and light his joint like he usually did. but no, you wanted more.

you tugged at his wrist, still trembling, still raw, still messy from how he put it down.

“eli put it back in”, you whined. he raised an eyebrow in surprise, chest still rising and falling heavy, his hand still sticky where it cupped your thigh. “what?”

your lip wobbled as you shifted closer, eyes glossy. “please. put it back in.”

stack blinked slowly. his head tilted to the side and he smirked slightly, golds on display. “you so fuckin greedy for me”, he murmured, dragging his fingers down your slightly full belly, tracing lazy circles around your skin.

“didn’t i just tell you that’s how you gon end up pregnant again?” you huffed, hands gripping his biceps, pulling him closer towards you. “i don’t care”

that made him pause. his jaw clenched, that little muscle flexing like he was holding himself back. “you can’t just say stuff like that, mama”. his voice warning, but soft, like he was trying to stay calm but already folding for you.

you felt him twitch against you, “you serious baby?” your lips parted to say something, but your brain was too fuzzy to let out words. you nodded.

his head dropped to your shoulder as he sunk back into you. sharp moans coming from the both of you, since it wasn’t long before the last orgasm.

his breath was hot against your neck as he left sloppy kisses, grinding into you slowly. “you want me to leave you full, huh? walkin round carryin my baby. a reminder to everyone you mine.”

you let out small babbles of agreement, bucking your hips against his, chasing the heat that curled deep in your belly.

“say it”, he demanded, lifting his head, his eyes low and golds flashing. “say you want me to nut all in this pussy and put another baby in you.”

you didn’t hesitate. “i want it, elias. i want you to.”

that broke him.

“fuck mama.” he groaned, his rhythm picking up, harder, deeper, meaner, like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. “so fuckin reckless. you love when i do this to you.”

your hands scratched his back, your body arching into his like you couldn’t get close enough.

between his words and the way he was hitting your sweet spot, your body was on fire. “them titties gon be heavy again. fuck you gon look so beautiful.” he was rambling now, the possibility of you pregnant again taking over him.

you sobbed his name, clinging onto him as your orgasm ripped through you. “look at you”, he whispered, fingers rapidly flicking at your clit to make you gush again. “so fuckin messy. this pussy so greedy, wetting my dick all up and still not letting me go.”

you were fucked out of your mind, no words came out. all you could do was let him chase his high and take what he was giving you.

his heavy balls was soaked as they slapped against you with each thrust. “i’m bout to nut mama.” you whimpered at the feeling of him swelling inside you.

he snarled as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, hips pressed tightly against yours. cum spilling inside your womb exactly the way you begged him to.

“stay your ass right there.”

his voice came out low, a warning for you not to move or there would be consequences. you barely had time to catch your breath before stack’s palm pressed down between your shoulder blades, keeping your arch deep and your face buried in the couch cushion. his other hand gripped your hip tight, using you exactly how he wanted you.

“thought you was slick, huh?” he growled in your ear, hips snapping forward hard enough to jolt the whole damn couch. “actin’ up in front of them people, tryna embarrass me, now look at you.”

the slap of skin echoed with every thrust. the way your pussy sounded every time he moved, had stack groaning. his pace didn’t slow—not even when your legs started shaking or when your fingers clawed at the cushion for something to hold on to. you couldn’t see him, but you felt him everywhere, the weight of his body, the heat of his breath, his voice when he leaned in and muttered straight nastiness in your ear.

“you takin’ it good though mama,” he murmured, almost mocking. “so desperate for me to fuck the attitude outta you.”

you whimpered something—maybe his name, maybe a curse—but he didn’t let up. his tattooed hand with your name on it wrapped around your throat from behind, pulling you up just enough for his chest to press to your back.

“stop all that fuckin’ crying. this what you wanted, right?” he snarled against your temple. “actin’ like a brat so i’d break you in.”

the couch creaked beneath you, the rhythm deep and punishing, like he had a point to prove. stack didn’t fuck like he loved you. nah, he fucked like he owned you.