just want to be yearned for, to be in a true union and a true love where we don’t wanna stay out of each others skin.
that when we become one it’s like we are traveling to a different realm.
a soft and gentle love , an intentional and genuine love that can get dominant when need be.
a love that can be seen miles away . when complete strangers can look and notice how strong our love is , simply by the energy we exude .
a love that is based off of God & solid friendship.
a partnership when we only want to see the best in each other as well as pushing ourselves to be our best for the other person.
a love that never ends even after both of us has left this earth.
a connection so strong , that we have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. when our bodies mold perfectly together as if we were made just for each other.
a love where we don’t wanna be without the other for too long yet we still value our alone time & our time with our village.
a love where we push each other to be healthy . Emotionally, spiritually, mentally & physically. when all physical activity exercise and sex is a daily priority.
a love where we couldn’t ignore our gravitational pull if we wanted to.
Warnings - Smut, pregnancy sex, pet names, more fluff than anything, social media.
Part two of Peaches
Part one here
MINORS DNI
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You waddled around the kitchen setting up the last few items you needed. The sunlight did a great job at showcasing the new kitchen built entirely by your loving husband and his twin. Pink marble and white cabinets. Exactly what you wanted.
The social media break that you took was supposed to only last about two weeks, but those two weeks turned into 3 and next thing you knew, it had been 4 months. Your fans checked in on you, commenting on your old videos and pictures on instagram. You saw them, liked it, sometimes replied and yet you still didn’t bother to return. Part of the reason why, was because you still hadn’t announced your pregnancy and now it was definitely way too hard to hide. Your stomach had stretched far and wide, your hips had spread, face gained some weight, ass got heavier and your boobs suddenly tripled in size.
Despite your family and friends telling you how beautiful pregnancy looked on you, a part of you still didn’t feel it.
Insecurities piled on top of one another. Some days they were impossible to ignore. Other days you looked towards the bundle in your stomach and let the blessings of growing a beautiful baby girl disrupt the storm that brewed inside your head.
Stack on the other hand, absolutely loved how you looked. The man couldn’t keep his hands off of you and was already trying to convince you to have another kid. You had gotten thick, thicker than you already were and he was obsessed. He couldn’t go no more than 5 minutes without touching you, let alone being away from you. Smoke had to routinely call your phone so that you could somehow force Stack to go back to work and no matter how many times you try to peel your husband away from you, he refused to move.
At this point, Stack was glued to your hip. He went everywhere you went, even if that meant to go relieve your bladder. You couldn’t touch anything in the house that he deemed “heavy”, the only tending to the animals that you could do was brush the horse’s hair. Cooking was off limits unless it was something quick and easy, as he didn’t want you on your feet for too long. All your maintenance appointments were now house visits because he didn’t want you making unnecessary trips AND the man would even bribe Annie to cleanse the energy in the house with the promise that he’d somehow convince Smoke to get her name tatted across his chest.
He’s still working on that it seems.
Despite how clingy Stack was, you were overwhelmingly grateful to have him by your side.
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Tonight you were baking cinnamon rolls from scratch. You anxiously wiped down the counter, the shiny marble staring back at you. It was obvious that your nerves were through the roof.
“You good, mama?” Stacks voice distracted you from your own personal turmoil. You smiled warmly at him as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mm. You look too good right now. I don’t like you showing off what belongs to me.” He kissed your neck, nose tickling your sensitive spot.
“I’m good, papa” you giggled, hands gripping his biceps. “And I’m all yours. Don’t be jealous.”
His hands played with the black skirt you wore, lifting it up slightly and rubbing your ass. “I can’t help it.”
“Baby stop. I gotta go live in like 2 minutes.”
Stack gripped your cheeks, smacking them repeatedly before pulling back. “2 minutes is all I need.” He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that immediately erupted goosebumps all over your skin. You moaned into it. Body already reacting to the feel of his hands.
You pulled back with a groan. “I promise you’ll have me all you want after my live, okay?”
Stack sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead and nose before pulling back. “Aight mama, call me if you need me.”
You nodded with a smile. The two of you stared into each others eyes for what felt like a lifetime before he pecked your lips and walked out of the kitchen.
There was no denying how in love you were with this man, so much so that your hormones had you up in the middle of the night, watching him sleep while you cried your little eyes out. You felt so lucky, like if the universe, God, whoever, had hand picked you to be his.
With a dreamy sigh, you set your phone up on the tripod, making sure everything looked good before starting the countdown to begin your live.
Your hands shook like a leaf. On your third deep breath the timer had reached 2 seconds and just like that, in the blink of an eye, you were live.
Viewers flooded in instantly, comments sped by so fast that your eyes couldn’t adjust. “Hi guys.” The softness of your voice played back in your ears.
“Omg you’re pregnant ?!?”
“I knew it!”
“You’re glowing! Omg you’re gorgeous!”
“Ahhh baby peaches !”
“Um hi. It’s been a while, huh?”
“As you can see I’m pregnant.” You rub your swollen belly, smiling softly as the comments continued to praise you. “7 months and already ready to pop it feels like.”
“I know I’ve been gone a while but I’m back for the time being— And today we’re making cinnamon rolls so I’m very excited. I’ll try to make a couple of more recipes before I give birth, that way you guys have some content while I’m gone.”
You smile at the overwhelming downpour of love you were receiving. “You guys are too sweet. Thank you so much for all the support. I missed y’all”
You turn behind you to grab the dough. “Okay let’s get started, shall we?”
“I already pre made my dough. I kneaded it for 10 minutes, then I let it rise for an hour, but before we touch that we’re gonna make the filling.”
Your comments were nonstop compliments to how gorgeous you looked. Occasionally your eyes would fall on one of them and a pink tint would cover your cheeks.
“Okay we’re going to need 1 stick of soft unsalted butter, 1 cup of packed dark brown sugar, 2 tablespoons of ground cinnamon and 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt.” The items you needed were already sitting on the kitchen island for you. You pull everything in front of the camera so that your viewers could see. “Oh shoot. Forgot the cinnamon.”
You look around and realize that you had forgotten to ask Stack to take it down. Opening the top counter, your eyes immediately lock on the exact bottle you needed. Your arm extends the furthest it could go but unfortunately to no avail. You even went on your tippy toes and that didn’t work.
The sound of the stool scratched your viewers ears as you pull it towards you so that you could climb on top of it, but before you could even make the effort to get on it…
“OH FUCK NO!” The sound of your husband startled you. Your head whips towards the kitchen door where behind it, you hear the stomps of him coming down the stairs and towards you. “Baby! Are you crazy?”
Your eyes widen as he walks towards you. “What you think you doing?”
The camera captures the way he towers over you, the slight tilt of your head to meet his eyes and the way his muscles bulge out of his black T shirt. “I’m just grabbing the cinnamon, Lias”
“No, you was about to climb your pregnant ass on that stool to grab it.” He very easily snatched the plastic container and placed it on the counter. “Next time. Call me if you need me.” His tone screamed frustrated but his eyes showed nothing but worry.
“I didn’t wanna bother you.”
Stack shook his head and sighed deeply. “You’re never a bother, mama. Don’t do that shit again.” He placed a kiss to your forehead before moving to the refrigerator.
The smile on your face remained as you tried to focus on the task at hand.
“That man LOVES you!”
“Wait, tell him to come back! We wanna meet Mr. Peaches!”
“It’s real strict over there!”
You slightly laugh and shake your head. “You guys are insane.”
Stack stood by the kitchen door, eating whatever nonsense he found as he eyed you while you worked.
“Now that the filling is done, we can move on to assembling the rolls.”
Stack caught the way your eyebrows slightly furrow and the way you quickly roll your ankles to release the discomfort you currently felt. In no time at all, he put aside his food and moved to you. “Sit down, I’ll do it.”
“Huh?”
“Sit baby. You getting tired and your ankles hurting again. I see it all in your face. Sit and tell me what to do.” He washes his hands and dries them before standing right in front of the camera. “Wassup yall. My name Stack, I’ll be taking over from now on.” He grabbed your pink apron, slinging it onto this body that almost swallowed it completely.
The shock hadn’t left your face by the time he was geared up and ready to start. You slowly sit down on one of the chairs, trying your hardest to take him seriously.
“Lias, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want too. Now come on, tell me what to do. I want some cinnamon rolls.”
You snickered, looking at the camera then back at your man. “Okay, so you just have to grab the dough, flatten it and then place the filling on it.”
“Aight easy enough.” Stack did just as you instructed, carefully covering the dough completely.
“So cute! How did you guys meet?”
“He looks a little too excited to be doing this”
“Soon we’ll see his own baking tik toks”
You giggled at the comments making Stack raise an eyebrow. “What you laughing at, girl? They talking shit?”
“No baby, they just asked how we met.”
“I came knocking on her door in the late hours of the night asking for some cookies for a man who was sick in the hospital.” He smirked. “I ain’t think she was gonna answer and thought about waiting till the next day but then she opened the door, lookin fine as fuck.”
“Lias, please.”
“What? I ain’t lying. Now I dare somebody to knock this door that late, they gon get sum real sweet—”
“Okay! So moving on.” You quickly stand up, grabbing the bench knife and placing it in Stacks hands. “Cut in sections.”
Stack laughed and shook his head. “Aight. Sit down baby, I’m not gon tell you again.”
“Oop. His program don’t got any room to play games”
“Girl, please stay sat 😩”
“Respectfully, Do he got brother?”
“Yes he has a brother. A twin actually but he’s happily married guys.”
“And she’ll turn ya’ll into a frog if ya even try it.”
Your hand flies to your mouth to hide the laugh that was spilling out of your mouth. “Lias!”
“What? That woman crazy.”
Stack cuts the dough just like you asked him to, making sure they were as even as possible.
“You’re doing so good, papa.” You smile at him and he returns it.
“I been watching you for years, girl. I know what I’m doing.”
Hearing him say that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter and oddly made your body hot.
In a weird way, watching Stack bake and integrate himself into your space had you aching for him. Your eyes lowered slightly while you watched his hands carefully cut through the dough. The veins on his arms popped against his skin that was deeply tanned due to the unforgiving sun rays.
“You hearing me, mama?”
“Huh?” You snap out of your daydream, clearing your throat slightly to try and save face but Stack knew you better than you knew yourself.
He smirked. “They asked if we planning on having more kids.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said we bout to have a whole classroom of them.”
You slightly choke on your spit. Eyes widening in fear. “Oh hell no. Are you crazy?”
His laugh tickled your ears. “You don’t want that?”
“Not if I have to be the one pushing them out.” You tried to seem bewildered by this but your body burned at the thought of Stack breeding you over and over again. He watched your pupils slightly dilate, then walked over to where you were sitting.
You felt his lips next to your ear. “Just say the word and I’ll turn this phone off right now.” He whispered before kissing you and casually returning back to the cinnamon rolls as if your body wasn’t practically begging to be touched.
“Aight now, what’s next?” You will yourself to push those hormones away and focus on what was important at the moment. Stack washed his hands as you stood up to see his work.
“These are cut perfectly, baby.”
His hands rub your lower back. “I learned from the best.”
You felt him trail lower, low enough to where the phone couldn’t see anything.
“Now we just have to roll them up and then we can place them in the oven.” Your hands slightly shake as you feel Stack rubbing your ass, periodically slipping his fingers to slide against your cloth covered folds.
“D-do you wanna do these?” You move over to the side, face and body covered in heat.
Stack takes over, rolling the dough into perfect rolls until they were all done. You watched his hands move, the way his fingers glided against the smoothness of the pastry, how gentle he was and attentive.
“This how you like it?” His deep voice physically pulled you closer to him. Stack leaned down and kissed your reddened cheek. “Hm?”
“Um y-yeah. This is great.” You force yourself to smile at the camera. “Okay guys and now we just put these in the oven.”
Stack moved without a second thought. You watched how his muscles shifted against his shirt. Your eyes watching the slither of skin that peaked out as he bent down.
“All good to go, mama. Anything else?” He moved to stand in front of you, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your eyes showed nothing but the pure need you felt for your husband.
Stack tried his hardest to have some type of restraint but his dick painfully throbbed against his sweats. He loved seeing you like this, all sensitive and longing for him.
“U-um s-so while we wait. Should we answer some more questions?” You slightly pulled back before your knees gave out.
The comments called you out for how breathless you suddenly sounded.
“No wonder she’s pregnant…”
“Are we interrupting something?”
“Just go head and turn off the camera boo, it’s okay.”
Stack chuckled and you somehow turned a perfect red wine color.
Clearing your throat, you moved away from Stack, standing on the other side of the kitchen island. You grabbed the camera and angled it to face you.
The smirk on your husband’s amused face was hard to ignore, but you still tried your best as you answered questions.
“You don’t want me?” Stack mouthed, lifting his shirt to show his semi toned stomach.
He ran his hands down his deep brown skin, stopping right at the waistband of his sweats. You watched completely dazed, phone forgotten in the midst of your husbands chaos.
His hand reached inside of his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock that leaked pre cum. “I think he miss you, mama.” Stack whispered, his eyes locked onto yours.
You looked at the camera, smiling shyly. “U-uh I-I’m going to be right back, after the cinnamon rolls are fully baked.” Your hands tremble as you reach to turn off the live just as you feel Stack grab your arm and pull you towards him.
Your lips meet feverishly as he pulls you towards the living room. You didn’t give Stack a chance to think twice before you grabbed a throw pillow and lowered down to your knees. “I need to taste you.” You moan as your mouth opens wide to fit him so that he hits the back of your throat.
“Shit baby.” Stack groans, gripping the back of your head. “So fucking greedy. Look at you.”
Spit slides down the side of your mouth as your head bops back and forth.
Your body was thumping with an energy that needed to be spent. Horny wasn’t even the word to describe how you felt.
The vibrations from your moans hugged Stacks thick and hard dick that currently sat inside of your mouth. Your eyes were locked onto his as you moved your head up and down his length, making sure to fit as much of him as you can.
“So pretty.” Stack moaned as his hands cupped your face.
“I need you so bad, Lias.” You whimper as you place kisses on his thighs while your hands kept working him.
“Yeah? Let me see how bad you need me. Show me how wet that pussy is for me, mama.”
With shaky legs, you stand up and remove your skirt and panties. You lay back on the couch, legs wide open for your husband to see your drenched folds. “So wet for you papa.” You moan as your hands play with your stiff nipples.
Stack groans in response, fitting himself in between your legs like a missing puzzle piece. The tip of his dick poked your pearl that was begging for attention.
“Please, please don’t tease me. I need it. I need it so bad.”
Stack watched you squirm under him with a grin sitting on his pretty lips. He leaned down, pressing kisses to your neck and moving towards your chest. “You demanding shit now? Hm? You think you running this?”
His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, biting and sucking it like a piece of candy.
“Nooooo— I just— please. I can’t—” your body wouldn’t lay still. You were so damn needy and Stack was obsessed with seeing you like this.
Without warning, you feel him slowly enter your tight hole until he bottomed out. He watched the way your eyes rolled back and jaw dropped, hands reaching out to anything for purchase.
“Look at me.” He lightly smacked your face before cupping your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. You hear me?”
You whimper, only being able to nod in response as he starts to move his hips. His strokes were slow but deep enough to have your body trembling already. “Oh my God.” You cry out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact but your lashes kept fluttering every time his pelvis kissed the back of your thighs.
“Feel good, baby? Hm? This what you wanted? Been craving daddy dick all day.”
“Yes yes yes!” Tears slipped past your eyes as he picked up the pace slightly. “Feels so fucking good. Thank you daddy, thank you.” Your hands grip his shoulders as he fucked you through the couch cushions. The heat from the oven showed up in the way you and your husband’s skin glowed from sweat. The both of you too into the moment to be worried about it.
The sound of him going in and out of you rang louder than your moans. Thick, white foam covering his dick, a clear indication of how much you had wanted this.
“I feel you, mama. You gon cum for me?” Stack moaned in your ear as you tightened around him. “Make a mess. Let me see you.”
Your mouth opened in a silent cry. Your juices spilled out like a water fountain, drenching the both of you in the process. Stack leaned back up, rubbing your clit in tight circles to prolong your orgasm.
“Daddy, daddy please!” You whined as your body shook like a leaf. He kept going, thumb still on your pearl, strokes still deep.
“Gimme one more. You can do that for me right?” Stack bit his lip, a tell that he wasn’t going to last long but he craved to see you cum one more time.
“I—c-can’t. I caaaannt.” You were so sensitive, body already spent but your husband knew you better than that.
“Yes you can. Make daddy proud and cum for me again.” His voice had gotten lower, that rasp and southern accent making your body feel like it was on fire. Everything about him was so sexy, it was a shocker you hadn’t ended up pregnant earlier.
Stack could look at you and you’d already be soaked and begging for him to ruin you.
You were nothing but small gasps and whimpers under him, squirming like your body couldn’t be still for one second. “I’m gonna cuuummmmm. Stack!”
You squealed as you squirted again. Your husband whispered curses into the air as his strokes began getting messy. He watched you fall apart, thumb still pressed to your clit, overstimulating you more than you already were.
“Where you want it mama? Hm?” Stack groaned, his stomach tightening as he felt himself getting ready to empty his load.
“In my mouth.”
Stack wasted no time dragging you down to your knees. He pumped his dick once, twice and whimpered your name as he coated your tongue and chin. “Fuuuuccckkkkk.” He twitched at the feel of your lips on his head, making sure to get everything before swallowing.
“Nasty ass girl.” He watched you with adoration as you smiled up at him.
“You still love me.”
“Always and forever.”
-
By the time the two of you had gotten cleaned up, the cinnamon rolls were done. Almost over baked them but nevertheless, they were perfect.
You were too embarrassed to go live again and so you recorded a video of you frosting them, with the help of your husband. Quickly making sure to edit it before posting it and turning off your phone for the night.
Stack grabbed the tray of rolls, taking them to the living room while you made some hot cocoa.
The two of you cuddled up on the other side of the couch, feeding each other the delicious dessert while watching Abbot Elementary.
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Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.
Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.
Part 1
Part 2
MINORS DNI
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You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.
You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced they’d be perfect for you.
Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didn’t care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.
You were convinced that Mississippi didn’t have the version of the man you craved and that at some point you’d have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.
That was until the twins moved back. You hadn’t heard of them, too busy wrapped inside your own little world to worry about what others had going on but once they came back, the word spread like wildfire. The flames were big enough to knock the walls down of your domaine and the whispers echoed loudly in your ears.
“Heard they just came back from Chicago.”
“I heard they was over there stealing and killing people.”
“I’m surprised they ain’t locked up. Somebody should do something.”
You minded your business though, tended to your horses, dogs and your bakery business.
Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies and just about anything sweet that you could name, was your specialty. You started getting called Peaches for your obsession with making peach cobbler and handing it out to your neighbors. You had learned to cook and bake from a very early age, your mother making sure you knew how to throw down in the kitchen so that you could impress your potential husband.
But you didn’t care for that, you learned because you liked it, loved it actually, and eventually you took your talents elsewhere.
To Tik Tok.
Pink kitchen and utensils caught the attention of millions of people who liked to watch you do what you do best. You hadn’t expected the surge of attention, the videos only being posted in hopes to your reach your friends and family, but the algorithm had other plans. And so that’s how you spent your days, tending to your animals and baking sweets for your millions of fans and to share with your neighbors. Eventually you became the talk of the town, everybody wanted to try a piece of your desserts and before you knew it, you had people showing up at your doorstep asking for anything, a crumb even.
One night, while you were preparing sugar cookies, you heard a knock at your door that wasn’t frantic like it usually was. It was slow and loud. Just two knocks.
You wiped your hands on your pink apron, long curly light brown hair cascading down your back as you walk towards the entrance, the shorts you wore barely covered your ass and the cropped tank top hugged your upper body tight. You weren’t expecting anyone this late, no one usually showed up at this time.
The clock ticked to 11PM just as your hand reached the handle. A man, who you hadn’t seen before, stood there in a all black suit. His face was expressionless but his eyes stayed on the way your cheeks reddened before they traveled down your body, zeroing in on the deep brown moisturized skin that glowed against the moonlight.
Something about his demeanor made your stomach turn, nerves clawing at your body, but there was something else, a heat hidden behind the fear.
“Oh. Hi! H-How may I help you?” Your voice was soft and something about it caused Stack’s jaw to tick slightly, that and the way you smelled of fresh vanilla and peaches.
“Evenin ma’am. Names’ Stack. My apologizes for disturbing you so late. I’m here on behalf of Mrs. Delphine, says her husband sick and in the hospital again, been craving sum of them lemon cookies you be making.”
His voice was deep and rough in a way that would send anybody else running. Accent slow like molasses and thick just like yours. Your thighs clenched before you could stop yourself.
“Oh um. Y-yeah. I have some. I just gotta pack them up for him. Um—” You hesitated, teeth sinking into your plush lip before mentally telling yourself ‘Fuck it’.
“Um— Do you want to come in and wait while I get everything together?”
Stack nodded, a small smirk appeared on his lips before he stepped inside your little world that you had carefully crafted for yourself.
And the rest was history.
Your viewers started to notice the change, the way you recorded videos with a smile so wide you’d think the measuring cups had told you a joke. They noticed how softer you were, the dreamy look on your face and the way you just glowed.
Assumptions about a man being in the picture were in almost every single video you posted. You didn’t bother confirming nor denying anything. Just let them keep guessing.
Until you popped out with a ring on your finger. You weren’t even bothering on being discreet, your perfectly manicured hand was all in the camera as you recorded how you baked a cheesecake. The boulder on your finger catching the light and making its presence known.
You tried to remove the ring, your audience too distracted by it to pay attention to what you were making but Stack wasn’t having that. Not one bit.
“Stop fucking playin with me. Put that shit back on.”
He groaned as he watched the video you had posted without it. Stack didn’t even have a tik tok account before you, didn’t even care about anything pertaining to social media. But once the two of you got together, he made sure to watch anything you posted.
‘User3829928’ liked your video.
He didn’t even bother making a name for himself, didn’t care to post or even watch anything else. His only purpose was to watch you. Sometimes you’d post things to get under his skin. A picture with a miniskirt that was wayyyy too short. A dress that hugged your curves too tight for a video on how to make homemade ice cream. Or starting a ‘get ready with me’ video in a silk robe that showed a little too much for him. Each time ended with you on your knees, attempting to apologize to him as he fucked your throat. You promised you wouldn’t do it again through tears that seeped through the pillow case while he fucked you silly.
But you never kept your promises.
-
You shouldn’t have done it, but you were frustrated beyond belief. Stack had left early that morning with the lie stuck on his lips that he’d return in time to make cupcakes with you. It was a cute little tradition the two of you had started since you first got together.
Every Friday, the two of you would spend the day baking or cooking something. Anything.
Last Friday, Stack wanted tomato soup and grilled cheese. So the two of you spent the day making that, even had more than enough to send over to Smoke and Annie.
This Friday though, you and the small little bean growing inside of your belly were craving cupcakes and Stack had given you his word. Said he just had a few errands to run with Smoke and that he’d be back early enough to bake the cupcakes so that they’d be ready by dinner time.
By 5PM you were still waiting for him, the pout on your face deepened as you texted him for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes.
By 5:30 you have had enough. You changed into a red halter top, mini dress that Stack had specifically bought just for you to wear for him, fluffed out your curls and touched up your makeup. You grabbed your phone, set it up on the tripod in the kitchen and started the live.
Comments flooded in seconds, compliments being thrown left and right. Some from the ladies but most from men.
“Hi guys!” You waved to the camera, the stack of bracelets dancing loudly on your wrist. “It’s a bit late but I was planning on making cupcakes so I figured you guys would like to join me.” Your smile was sweet, as it always was. No one suspected your ulterior motives.
No more than 5 minutes of you starting, your iPad started ringing. Your phone, which was placed on DND, recorded as you watched your iPad ring before shutting it off.
It only took Stack 20 minutes to drive home. You were distracted, too deep into explaining your recipe to notice him walk into the kitchen. His heavily tatted arms were crossed across his chest, his body stiff behind your phone. White T shirt clung to his muscles, black jeans handing low on his hips, some Jordan’s and chains sitting heavy on his pretty neck.
“Okay so make sure that you’re adding enough vanilla extract or it’s going to taste like—” You jumped once you noticed him, heart racing loudly in your chest. The viewers noticed, half concerned, half excited to maybe get a glimpse of your man.
“Is that him?”
“Omg don’t tell me we’re about to meet Mr.Peaches himself.”
“Guys have you noticed that she looks a bit pregnant here?”
Stack eyed you. Fully. From the top of your head, down to the French tip pedicure on your toes. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the dress you wore.
“End the live fa me, baby.” You bit the side of your bottom lip, eyes wide and staring up at him. Somewhat embarrassed that this was happening on live, somewhat turned on from the intensity of his stare.
“I—I’m not done, papa.”
“I know you ain’t done but we gotta talk, so end the live.”
“Ooop not my good sis done fucked up”
“Shiiiitttt girl he sound like he not playing, ga head and end the live.”
“Why do I feel like I’m the one getting in trouble?”
You nodded. “Okay guys, I’ll see yall in a bit.” The screen went dark as soon as the live ended. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you but pretended not to.
“You like playing with me?” Stack slowly walked up to you.
“Stack—”
“Nah, answer me. You like pissing me off?” He stood right in front of you, arms on either side, holding on to the counter behind you. He leaned down and it took everything in you not to throw yourself into his warmth. He smelled of cologne and weed, scent strong enough to make you dizzy with desire.
“No…” your lips formed a pout, eyes wide in the way you knew could get you anything you wanted. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smirk at how cute you looked. “Get ya ass upstairs. Now.”
“But-”
“Now, baby.”
You nodded, and headed up the stairs with him trailing behind you. He didn’t like being mean to you, you were too sweet for that, but he was never afraid to put you in your place.
You sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to walk in, your nerves were through the roof but you also lived for the thrill and he knew that. Stack’s steps were heavy, you expected him to walk right to you, to grab you up and choke you like how he always does but instead he walks to the vanity that sat across from the bed. You watched the muscles on his back move, his big frame blocking what he was doing.
After a few seconds of messing around, he turned and walked to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, thumb smoothing circles onto your skin. “You wanted my attention, mama? Huh? That’s why you did that?”
You nod, face formed into a pout. This wasn’t usual for him, the gentleness after you piss him off.
“Nah speak up. Tell me what the problem is.” Your breath stutters and eyebrows furrow in confusion. His voice was soft, the complete opposite of what you were expecting. “Speak, mama. I’m here now. Tell me what’s up.”
Your mouth opens, getting ready to spill your truth, to admit that your hormones and emotions were completely out of wack and all you wanted was your man.
Stack lowers down to his knees, his hands pull your dress up in one quick motion. A small gasp escapes your mouth when he presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips further up your thigh. “I don’t hear you.” He looks up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.
“I—It’s just that I-” Stack spreads your legs further, prompting you to lean back on to your elbows. He digs his nose onto the damp spot of your panties, groaning at your scent. Your breathing picks up, hands already gripping onto the sheets and body slightly trembling.
“Mm, so fucking sensitive.” He places a kiss to your covered mound before gripping the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs. “I don’t hear you talking.”
You whimpered at the heat of his face so close to where you needed him the most. “Elias” You softly begged.
“Nah, none of that. I ain’t moving till you speak.”
You groan, laying your body down fully as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “I just… I really wanted cupcakes and you promised me you’d make them with me—” Stack dug his face in your drenched pussy, tongue flattening on your clit before pulling back. A moan stops you mid sentence, eyes drifting down to him as you watch him spit. His fingers mix it with your essence before slowly pushing into your tight hole.
“Eliiiasssss” Your back arches, small belly bump covering the way he leans in and wraps his lips around your aching clit.
“I ain’t tell you to stop, did I?” His fingers curl inside of you, moving faster as his tongue continuously laps up your juices. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”
“F-Fuck!” Your moans mixed into whimpers, already feeling the coil forming in your stomach. “Don’t stop.” You gasped, eyes rolled to back of your head while Stack feasted on you.
He smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. “Keep talking or ima stop.” You felt him slow down, face slowly pulling back just as you were about to cum.
“Fuuuuckk, okay okayyy. I just, I needed you here—” Stack hummed in satisfaction, fingers continuing to slowly pump in and out of you while he watched you try not to fall apart. “A—And you were gone for a long time—” You couldn’t stop whimpering, pregnancy making you extra sensitive to his touch.
“Mhm and what else, mama?”
You squirmed, full body trembling from the feel of his fingers reaching deep inside of you as he slightly picked up his pace. “Eliasss fuucckkkk.”
“Keep going, you doing good, baby.” He placed kisses to your clit, holding you right at the edge of that breaking point.
“Fuccckkkk, I just needed you here. I needed your attention— I just wanted you, daddy.” You sounded so sultry, voice high and full of moans.
“Yeah? That’s all it was?” Stack puckered his lips around your clit again and let his tongue play with it. You cried out, hands reaching out to grab his head while your hips frantically moved up and down his face.
“Yes! Yes! That was all, daddy. I swear!” It didn’t take much for the restraint to snap, your juices decorated Stacks face and your body twisted and turned as if trying to find a place to store the pleasure you were feeling.
“You so fucking wet, my god.” Stack moaned as he sucked and licked every drop from you. He stood to his full height, hands immediately reaching for his shirt and removing it. Next was his pants, thrown to the side along with his boxers. You moaned at the sight of him, tattoos tracing his front and back, including your name right along the side of his neck.
Stack grabbed your body and turned you to the side, then laid right behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest while the other one gripped your leg, lifting it high enough for your knee to reach his shoulder. “This what you wanted, right?” You felt the head of his dick nudge your folds, drenching it in your essence. The sound was obscene. There was no denying how badly you needed him.
“Yessssss.” You arched back onto him.
“Ga head, take it. Take what you want.”
Your trembling hand reached down and grabbed his dick, slowly pushing it inside of you. Stack groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowly moved his hips.
Moans escaped your open mouth as you felt the stretch from the pure girth he carried. “Oh my god.” You cried out as he bottomed out, his full length deep inside of you while you clawed at his arm and the sheets. “Fuck!”
“Mhmm, take it, take that shit baby.” He sped up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you while you cried out every time he kissed your cervix.
“S—so big, papa!” You whined, already feeling the way your stomach was tightening again.
“I know baby, I know. But you can take it right? Look how good you’re doing. Taking all this big dick.” He grabbed your face and turned it to his. Your lips met in a slow dance that contrasted with the way he was fucking you. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth, your face forming a small pout.
“Don’t look at me like that. You wanted this right? Take it. Just like that.” His voice was like silk against your ears. Your hand weakly grabbed onto his arm as you squirted with every thrust.
“Eliaaaassssss!”
“Mhmmm, give it to me. Give me all that shit. Nut all on your dick, baby.”
Your body shook and bent against him but he wouldn’t dare stop. You were nothing but gasps and whimpers, trying your best to come down from the intense high you just experienced.
Stack pressed your lips together again, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “Open.” He spit into your mouth the second you followed his order. Hips still digging into you.
He slowed down and shifted so that he’d be able to deepen his strokes. You sobbed into his neck, your French tips pressing crescent moons on his thigh. His other hand rubbed your small but plump belly. “Cum for me again. Do it. Let me see you break.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your juices sprayed out of you, another orgasm ripping through your body without permission.
“Drown me just like that. Keep going, don’t fucking stop.” His lips were right by your ear, you heard every small groan, every breath and whisper that he tried to hide.
“Okaaayyyy.” You whined, feeling completely out of your own body.
You couldn’t stop squirting, all you could was sob and try your hardest to gain some type of control of the situation but your body was overstimulated and done for. Stack didn’t care though, he kept going. Dick sliding in and out of you with a wet splat each time he went all the way in.
“Good girl, mama. You gon let me ruin you like this, huh?” His strokes slowed down, you felt each inch of his thick cock trying to tear you apart.
“I— I can’t.” Your tears fell in waterfalls, short breaths turned into gasps as he continued to abuse your already swollen folds.
“Yes you can. Come on, give me one more. You can do that for me, right?”
“I caaaannnt. Elias, I can’t, fuck. I can’t.” Your toes curled and your body hadn’t stopped trembling since he started. You cried out over and over again as you reached a state of what felt like hysteria. He felt so good but you could barely breathe and were practically drooling. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and your juices drenched the mattress beneath you.
Stack reached his hand down and pressed a two fingers to your clit. Your jaw dropped, hand reaching back to lightly slap his chest over and over again, as he rubbed your nub in circles. Screams echoed throughout the room as your body practically convulsed.
“There she go. That’s exactly where I want you. Just like that, baby. Stay just like that while I ruin you.” Your walls fluttered around his length, another orgasm threatening to destroy you. “Breathe. Let me hear you.”
You took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut while you sobbed. “I love your dick, daddy. I love it so much!” You cried out loud.
“Yea? This why yo ass pregnant now. Nasty ass girl.”
“Keep fucking me, please! You feel so good inside my pussy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
He moaned against your ear, hips stuttering from trying to hold himself back. “Look at you. Dumb off of dick. They don’t even know how you get. Tryna act all innocent for them people—If only they fucking knew.” He sped up, hand lifting your leg higher to reach parts of you, you didn’t even know could be touched. “You love me, hm? Tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only nigga that could ruin you like this.”
“I love you! I love you! I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum, Elias. Oh my god!” The hand on your clit sped up to match his thrusts.
“Say it. Tell me this mine. Tell me I own you.” His strokes were brutal, all that was heard was the slapping of his skin against yours and the mess you were currently making. “This my pussy, my body, my nut. All of it. Mine. You hear me? I own you, baby. All of you.”
“Yes! It’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” Your body snapped, shaking profusely as your cum flowed out of you. Stack whimpered, his thighs trembling as he filled you with his seed.
“Oh fucckkkk” he moaned against your shoulder, pressing kisses to your damp skin, trying his best to calm down. He slowed his movements, letting the both of you ride out the orgasm.
You twitched against him, slumped over in a state of absolute bliss. Stack kissed you all over, hands rubbing your sides to calm you down.
Your eyes opened slowly, looking around as if you couldn’t believe that just happened. It felt like you had an out of body experience.
The vanity that sat right in front you, had your phone propped up and facing the both of you. Your eyes widen as you gasp.
Stack followed your eyesight, he chuckled slightly before getting up. Grabbing your phone, he pointed it right at your exhausted figure.
“Thought I’d keep this for memory as a reminder of what happens when you try to play with me.” You bit your lip, stomach turning in a way that it shouldn’t have been after all that. But the thought of having a video of the two of you having sex, saved into your phone where you could watch whenever, caused a fire to burn deep within you.
“Come on, baby. Show the camera the mess we made.” A smirk played on your lips as you turn over. Back arched and chest pressed onto the bed, you reach back and open your folds with two fingers. Stack groans, moving the camera closer to catch the way his nut slides out of you.
“Perfect.” He moaned before turning it off and lightly spanked your ass.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you get me started again.” You giggle as he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom.
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