Merry Christmas, Baby
WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Cunninlings, Creampie, Breeding, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Missionary, etc.
PAIRINGS: Black OC X Modern AU Stack
SYNOPSIS: On Christmas night, after a joyful family gathering, Jasmine and Stack are finally alone. The tension simmering throughout the evening gives way to passionate intimacy as they give in to their deepest desires. Lust and tender love intertwine in a night of whispered promises and new beginnings.
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The house was a warm, chaotic glow of Christmas prep. Twinkle lights wrapped every banister, the massive tree in the living room sparkled with the ornaments Jasmine spent all morning arranging, and the kitchen smelled like pure comfort, smoky collard greens bubbling low on the back burner, candied yams finishing in the oven with that sticky-sweet brown-sugar glaze she was famous for. Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas” played softly from the Bluetooth speaker on the counter, his rich voice filling the space as she swayed a little while giving the greens one final stir.
She was deep in hostess mode, hair twisted up in big pink sponge curlers under a red silk scarf, face bare of makeup, wearing her favorite cozy Christmas pajamas. She wore thick socks because the tile floor was cold. She looked like someone who had been on her feet for a while, and she had.
The clock on the microwave read 1:00 PM. Family wouldn’t start arriving until closer to 3:00, but she still had to glaze the ham and set the dining-room table. Everything was under control. Mostly.
Heavy footsteps on the stairs made her glance over her shoulder.
Stack came into the kitchen looking unfairly good. Gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, no shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs and his smooth brown skin stretched over hard-earned muscle. His facial hair was trimmed neat along that strong jawline, full lips curved in a half-smile, dark eyes warm but sharp as they locked on Jasmine. The man was built like a dream and moved like he knew it.
“Man… look at you,” he said shaking his head slow as he leaned in the doorway. “Been smellin’ this food all the way upstairs, but you in them pants? That’s what’s really got me messed up rig ht now.”
Jasmine snorted, turning back to the stove. “Boy, hush. I’m tryna finish this food before everybody gets here.”
He didn’t say anything back, just crossed the kitchen, arms sliding around her waist from behind before she could move. His chest pressed against her back, mouth dropping to her neck with soft kisses that turned into little nips.
“Elias,” Jasmine said, trying to sound annoyed, but it came out softer than she wanted. “I’m serious. I still got stuff to do.”
“Mm,” he hummed against her skin, not stopping. One hand slipped under her pajama top, palm flat on her stomach. The other squeezed her hip, pulling her back so she felt him, already hard.
“Been like this since I heard you down here movin’ around,” he muttered, rocking his hips once, slow. “Come on, baby. Nobody coming for a minute. Let me get some.”
She twisted a little, looking at him over her shoulder. “Get some? We don’t have time for all that. I’m not trying to be rushing around sweaty when people start knocking.”
He groaned low, dropping his head to her shoulder. “You gon’ do me like that?”
Then he lifted his head up, eyes on her, and dropped down slow kneeling right there on the kitchen floor, hands sliding down her hips.
She looked down at him. “What you doing?”
“Let me eat it then,” he said, hands already hooking into her waistband. “Won’t mess your hair up, won’t take your clothes all the way off. Just pull these down a little, sit up there. I got you.”
Her breath hitched. Donny’s song faded, and the playlist rolled into Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song,” all smooth, like it was setting the mood on purpose.
Jasmine glanced toward the stove then back at him. Those dark eyes looking up at her, full lips parted just a little, strong hands resting on her thighs.
“…You better not get anything on my scarf,” she muttered.
He grinned wide, dimples flashing. “Yes, ma’am.”
He stood long enough to lift her onto the island like it was nothing, setting her down gentle and pushing aside the cutting board. Then he dropped back to his knees, easing her pajama pants and panties down just far enough, spreading her thighs with warm palms.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, staring like he never seen her before. “You’re already wet. Been thinking about me too, huh?”
“Shut up,” she breathed.
He didn’t answer with words, just leaned in and gave her one long, slow lick from bottom to top, tongue flat tasting her like he had all the time in the world. Her head fell back a little, a soft “oh…” slipping out before she could catch it.
He hummed, satisfied, the vibration making her hips twitch. “There it is. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
His full lips wrapped around her clit, sucking while his tongue flicked slow circles. One finger traced her entrance, teasing, before sliding in easy, curling up slow, finding that spot like he had it mapped.
Jasmine gripped the edge of the counter. “Elias…….”
His was mouth working her clit with perfect pressure, finger pumping deep. He added a second, stretching her, scissoring gently while his tongue sped up just a touch.
The kitchen filled with wet sounds. Her thighs started trembling.
“Baby… that feels…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I know,” he said, voice muffled, eyes flicking up to watch her face. “I know exactly how you like it.”
He curled both fingers harder, sucked a little firmer, and the pleasure built fast in her belly. Her hips rocked forward on their own, chasing his mouth.
“Right there,” she whispered, desperate. “Don’t stop—please—”
He didn’t. He groaned against her like her taste was driving him crazy, facial hair scratching her inner thighs just right. When she came, it hit hard. A muffled cry caught behind her hand, body shaking as she pulsed around his fingers. He kept licking, drawing it out until she was tugging weakly at his shoulder, oversensitive.
Jasmine thought that was it.
He pulled back, licked his lips slow, then looked up with a lazy grin. “Nah. One more. You know I can’t leave you with just one.”
“Elias—” she started, half laughing, half gasping.
He shook his head, already leaning back in. “You can take it.”
And he was gentler this time. Slow licks from entrance to clit, cleaning her up like he was savoring every drop. His tongue dipped inside her, thrusts that made her whimper. Then back to the clit, soft circles, light suction, fingers sliding back in easy because she was so wet now.
Her head dropped forward, watching him. Those strong shoulders between her thighs, brown skin gleaming under the kitchen lights, eyes closed like he was lost in it.
Her second climax felt different. Her moans got softer, breathier, little sounds she couldn’t hold back.
He talked her through it. “That’s it… ride my face just like that… love how you taste when you cum… come on, baby, let me have it again…”
When the second one hit, it rolled through her. He groaned with her, licking gently until she went completely limp.
Finally, he pulled back, pressing soft kisses up her inner thigh, her hip, her lower belly. He helped fix Jasmine panties and pants, then stood and cupped her face, kissing her. She tasted herself on his tongue, and it made her dizzy all over again.
She was breathing hard, scarf a little crooked, but grinning like an idiot.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, utterly satisfied. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, hopping down on shaky legs.
He smacked her ass lightly as she turned back to the stove. “And you’re delicious. Now go finish them greens, woman. I’ll set the table.”
Christmas dinner was gonna be perfect and Jasmine already knew she would be smiling all night for reasons nobody else would ever guess.
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The front door opened and closed as guests started trickling in. Stack had volunteered to play doorman while Jasmine finished getting ready upstairs.
First came her mom and her sister, Keisha, arms full of Tupperware and foil-covered pans.
“Merry Christmas, baby!” her mom called, pulling Stack into a quick hug before handing him a pecan pie. “Where’s my girl at?”
“Upstairs making herself even prettier,” Stack said with a grin, taking the desserts. “Y’all come on in, it’s cold out there.”
They headed straight to the kitchen, already talking about where to set the sweet potato pies and the banana pudding.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rang again. Stack opened it to his twin brother Smoke. Beside him stood Annie, holding their four-year-old daughter on her hip, and Smoke balanced a huge pan of mac and cheese in one hand and dressing in the other.
“Wassup, man,” Smoke said. “We late?”
“Nah, y’all good,” Stack said, taking the dressing. “Everybody just gettin’ here.”
Mia reached for Stack immediately. “Uncle Stack.”
He scooped her up with his free arm, kissing her cheek. “Hey, princess. You been good for Santa?”
She nodded big, her little curls bouncing. Annie laughed, shaking her head. “She been negotiating with that man all week.”
They moved into the living room, Mia already asking to see the Christmas tree.
Right behind them came Sammie and his girlfriend Pearline, who carried a bottle of wine and a big smile.
“Merry Christmas, fam!” Sammie said, hugging Stack. “House smell crazy in here.”
Pearline peeked around. “Hey, Elias. Everything looks amazing.”
“Thanks, y’all. Come on in, make yourselves at home.”
The living room filled up quick with coats off, hugs exchanged, everybody talking over each other. Jasmine’s mom was already in the kitchen with Keisha rearranging things on the counter. Smoke and Annie settled on the couch with Mia climbing between them. Sammie and Pearline stood near the tree, sipping the drinks Stack had poured.
Conversation flowed easy as they were catching up on jobs, kids, and the usual family roast session.
Then the stairs creaked.
Jasmine appeared at the top, one hand on the banister, and the whole room went quiet for half a second.
The red dress was perfect fitted, hugging every curve just right. Her hair was down now, soft curls framing her face, makeup subtle but popping. Heels made her legs look endless.
Everybody stared. Then the compliments hit at once.
“Girl!” Keisha said first. “Okayyyy!”
Her mom clasped her hands. “Baby, you look beautiful.”
Annie whistled low. “Yes, ma’am.”
But Stack… Stack didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there by the doorway, drink forgotten in his hand, eyes locked on her like the rest of the room had disappeared. Slow drag from her heels all the way up taking his time, no shame about it.
She smiled, a little shy under the attention, and walked down the last few steps.
Stack finally moved, meeting her at the bottom. He set his glass on the side table without looking, both hands sliding to her waist like they belonged there.
“Damn,” he said, low enough that only she heard it at first. Then louder, for everybody, “Merry Christmas to me.”
The room laughed. Smoke shook his head. “Man, chill.”
Stack ignored him, eyes still on Jasmine. “You tryna start somethin’ in front of all these people?”
She rolled her eyes, smiling as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Behave.”
“Can’t,” he murmured against her ear, thumb brushing the curve of her hip. “Not when you come down lookin’ like this.”
She pulled back just enough to greet everybody properly. Hugs for her mom and Keisha, kiss on the cheek for Annie, big hug for Mia who ran over calling her name. She cooed over Sammie and Pearline.
But every time Jasmine moved, Stack’s eyes followed. When she bent to pick up Mia, he bit his lip. When she laughed at something Smoke said, he adjusted how he was standing. When she walked past him toward the kitchen to check on the food, his hand brushed the small of her back.
Jasmine caught his eye across the room a minute later. He didn’t even try to hide it, just looked straight at her, slow smirk spreading, eyes saying everything he couldn’t say out loud with family ten feet away.
She shook her head at him, mouthing “Stop,” but she was smiling.
He mouthed back, “Can’t.”
The flirting was quiet, but everybody felt it. Keisha caught her in the kitchen a few minutes later, bumping her hip.
“Y’all nasty,” she whispered, grinning.
“Shut up,” Jasmine laughed, face warm.
But she didn’t disagree.
The dining room table was loaded, collard greens steaming in a big bowl, candied yams glistening under the light, Jasmine mom’s pecan pie and Keisha’s banana pudding taking up one end, Smoke and Annie’s creamy baked mac and cheese and dressing dominating the center. The ham Jasmine and Stack had wrestled into the oven that morning sat glazed. Everything smelled like home, and the chatter was loud with plates clinking, and somebody already asking for seconds before they finished their first bite.
Annie got up first to fix plates for Smoke and Mia. She piled mac and cheese high on Smoke’s, then made a smaller, kid-friendly version for Mia with a little bit of everything cut up small.
Jasmine stood next, smoothing the skirt of her red dress as she moved to the other side of the table. Stack was already seated, leaning back in his chair, watching her with that half-smirk he had been wearing since she came downstairs.
“Let me get yours,” she told him quiet, reaching for his plate.
He didn’t argue, just handed it over, eyes following her every move. She gave him a little of everything. She even snuck an extra piece of cornbread on the side because she knew he would want it.
When she sat the plate in front of him, he caught her wrist gentle, thumb brushing her skin. “Thank you, baby.”
She smiled and took the seat right next to him, tucking into her own plate.
The compliments started rolling in almost immediately.
“Girl, these yams?” Keisha said around a mouthful. “Insane. You put your foot in these.”
Jasmine’s mom nodded, pointing her fork at the greens. “And these greens tender as hell. Who taught you to clean ‘em like this? ‘Cause it wasn’t me.”
Everybody laughed.
Smoke swallowed a bite of mac and leaned back. “Annie, baby, you snapped on this mac. I’m ‘bout to need another plate already.”
Annie waved him off, smiling. “It’s just cheese and love.”
Stack took a bite of the yams, closed his eyes for a second like he was savoring it, then looked over at Jasmine. “Nah, for real, these yams ridiculous. Best you ever made.” Then louder, so the table heard, “And Annie, this mac and cheese? Stupid. Y’all two killed it.”
The table agreed loud. Mia happily munching on her little pieces and declaring everything “yummy.”
His hand found Jasmine’s thigh the second she sat down, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Warm palm resting just above her knee at first, over the soft fabric of her long red dress that skimmed the floor when she stood but rode up a little once she was seated. Nobody could see under the tablecloth anyway.
He ate with his left hand, talking to Smoke about whatever game was coming on later, acting like his right hand wasn’t slowly mapping her leg. Thumb drawing lazy circles, then sliding higher, inch by inch, until his fingers brushed the bare skin where the slit of her dress parted high on her thigh.
Jasmine shifted in her chair, pressing her thighs together like that would make him stop. It didn’t. If anything, it encouraged him. His hand just settled higher, fingertips tracing the soft inside of her thigh now, right at the hem, teasing the edge of where the fabric ended and skin began.
He kept that slow rhythm. Small strokes, nothing obvious from the outside, but enough to make her fork pause every few seconds. She tried to focus on her plate, on the conversation, on Mia telling everybody about her new doll, but every time his fingers crept a fraction higher, heat flashed through her.
She shot him a look. He met it calm, took a bite of ham, and leaned in just enough that his lips brushed her ear.
“Keep feedin’ me like this, wearin’ this dress…” His voice was barely a breath. “I’ma put a baby in you tonight. Soon as they leave.
Her whole body locked up, spine straight, thighs clenching around his hand for a second before she forced herself to relax. She turned her head slow, eyes wide, mouth parted like she was about to say his name.
He just smirked and gave her thigh one firm squeeze before his hand slid back down to her knee like he hadn’t just flipped her entire world upside down with one sentence.
Before she could even think of a response, Mia’s little voice cut through the table.
“Auntie Jasmine ! Uncle Stack! I finished my food! Can we open presents now? Please please please?”
Stack pulled back with a soft chuckle, hand leaving her leg entirely as he turned toward Mia. “Yeah, baby girl. Go head and drag everybody to the tree.”
Jasmine exhaled slow, face warm, heart still racing, and stood up to help clear plates.
Stack watched her the whole time, that same quiet promise in his eyes.
She already knew the gifts under the tree weren’t the only thing getting opened tonight.
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The living room was messy in the best way. Wrapping paper scattered across the floor like confetti, empty plates stacked on the coffee table, Mia knee-deep in a pile of shredded red and green paper. She was already surrounded by her haul. A new dollhouse from Jasmine and Stack, a sparkly princess dress-up set from Smoke and Annie, books and puzzles from Jasmine’s mom and Keisha.
Everybody had migrated from the dining room with full bellies and lazy energy, settling into couches and floor pillows around the glowing tree. Boyz II Men’s “Let It Snow” played low while the fire crackled in the fireplace.
Mia was the official starter. She handed out the gifts with serious four-year-old focus, reading the tags with a little help from Annie, and delivering them like Santa’s elf.
First to open up gifts was Mia. She tore into more gifts, each one with pure drama filled with big gasps, squeals, immediate hugs for whoever gave it.
“This is the best doll ever!” she yelled, holding up the one from Jasmine and Stack. She ran straight to her, climbing into her lap,nearly knocking her over. “Thank you, Auntie Jasmine!”
Jasmine kissed her hair. “You’re welcome, baby.”
Then she bolted to Stack, who was leaning back on the couch, legs spread, looking relaxed but still watching Jasmine every chance he got. Mia threw her arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Uncle Stack!”
He hugged her tight. “Anything for you, princess.”
Smoke filmed the whole thing on his phone. “She ain’t gon’ sleep for a week.”
Next came the adult gifts.
Keisha handed Jasmine’s mom a beautifully wrapped box. Her mom opened it slow and inside was a soft cashmere scarf and matching gloves in her favorite deep purple.
“Keisha, baby…” Her mom’s eyes got misty. “This is gorgeous.”
Keisha shrugged, playing it cool. “You been hinting at wanting something warm all year.”
Her mom pulled out her gift for Keisha next, a delicate gold necklace with a small diamond pendant Keisha had been eyeing online for months.
Keisha actually gasped. “Ma, how—?”
“I pay attention,” Jasmine’s mom said smirking.
Sammie and Pearline did the cute couple thing. Matching embroidered hoodies that said “His” and “Hers” with their initials inside little hearts. Sammie pulled his on immediately.
Pearline laughed. “We corny and we know it.”
Smoke and Annie exchanged quieter gifts. He gave her a thin gold necklace with a tiny pendant shaped like Mia’s birthstone. She teared up a little when she opened it.
“You remembered,” she whispered.
“Always,” he said, fastening it for her.
Annie’s gift to him was a sleek new smartwatch, the one he been talking about upgrading to forever.
“Damn, babe,” Smoke said, already strapping it on. “You tryna keep tabs on me?”
“Somebody gotta,” she shot back.
Then it was Jasmine’s turn with Stack.
She had been nervous about his gift all week. She handed him the long, flat box wrapped in simple gold paper.
He took his time unwrapping it, eyes on her the whole time. Inside was the thick Cuban link chain, exactly the one he pointed out months ago in passing. She had it customized with a small pendant on the back, her initials and his intertwined.
He lifted it out slow, turned it over, saw the engraving. His face went soft.
“Baby…” He looked up at her. “This exactly the one.”
“You deserve it,” she said quiet.
He stood up right there, took off the thinner chain he had been wearing, and put the new one on. It sat perfect against his brown skin, catching the lights.
“Come here.”
He pulled her up, hands on her waist, and kissed her. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Everybody “aww’d” and teased, but she barely heard it.
Then he handed Jasmine her gift, a small velvet box that had been sitting under the tree that taunted her all night.
She opened it careful. Inside was a pair of diamond studs. It was simple, classic, but big enough to make her breath catch. And tucked underneath was a thin gold bracelet with a tiny charm, a house. For the new home they had just bought together.
Her eyes welled up.
“Elias…”
He smiled soft, fastening the bracelet on her wrist. “For the house. And all the Christmases we gon’ have in it.”
She kissed him again, shorter this time mindful of family, but it still lingered.
Mia broke the moment by dragging over her last big box. “One more for me!”
The night stretched on with more paper ripping, more laughter, Mia playing with every new toy at once, people sipping their drinks talking about next year and who was hosting what.
But every few minutes, Stack’s hand found Jasmine’s, her waist, or the small of her back. His thumb brushed the new bracelet. His eyes kept drifting to her in that red dress.
He leaned over once while Mia was showing Pearline her new dollhouse.
“Still thinkin’ ‘bout what I said at the table,” he whispered, lips barely moving. “Soon as they gone…”
She squeezed his hand, heart racing again.
“Yeah,” she whispered back. “Me too.”
The gifts were done, the food was gone, the family was happy and full and loud.
But the real celebration was still coming.
And she couldn’t wait.
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The men had taken over outside with Smoke and Stack loading Mia’s bigger toys into the car and Sammie helping with bags of leftovers.
Inside, the women claimed the kitchen moving in easy sync. Plates scraped, foil snapped over pans, dishwasher hummed to life. Mia was half-asleep on the couch, thumb in mouth.
Jasmine’s mom started it, of course. She handed her a stack of plates with a sideways grin.
“Girl, Stack been looking at you like you the last piece of cake all night.”
Keisha snorted, rinsing a serving bowl. “All night? Try since you walked down them stairs. Man was stuck.”
Annie laughed soft, wiping down the counter. “I felt that. Elijah caught me in a dress like that one Easter… we didn’t leave the house till late.”
Pearline, loading the fridge with leftovers, shook her head smiling. “Y’all wild. But real talk, that dress is doing numbers, Jasmine.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes, cheeks warm, but couldn’t hide the smile while she packed away the yams. “He’s always like that.”
“Mmm-hmm,” her mom hummed, closing the dishwasher and hitting start. “Always like that, but tonight? Different. I’m just saying….if I get my first grandbaby announcement by Valentine’s, I won’t be surprised.”
Keisha bumped her hip. “Mama! Let her live.”
“I am letting her live,” her mom said, innocent. “Just speaking facts. That man ready.”
Annie zipped up a bag of cookies for the road. “He do got that look. Like he counting down till we leave.”
The laughter faded into easy chatter. Twenty minutes later the kitchen was spotless, counters wiped, leftovers divided fair.
The men came back in, stamping snow off their shoes. Smoke picked up Mia and she was knocked out in his arms.
Hugs and “Merry Christmas” went around again at the door.
Jasmine’s mom kissed her cheek last, whispering, “Be good… or don’t,” with a wink.
Jasmine and Stack stood on the porch together, his arm around her waist, waving as the engines revved and taillights glowed red. Horns beeped twice each as they pulled off disappearing down the snowy street one by one.
Stack closed the door with a final click, the lock sliding home like a signal that the night had truly shifted. The house fell into a deep quiet. Just the soft crackle of the dying fire in the living room, the faint multicolored glow of the tree lights spilling down the hallway, and the hushed patter of snow against the windows.
He turned to Jasmine, pausing with his back against the door, eyes raking over her slowly. The long red dress still hugged every curve, elegant from the front, but the way it draped and moved now felt sinful in the low light.
She kicked off her heels with a happy little sigh, smiling up at him as she flexed her bare feet against the cool floor. “Tonight was perfect, Elias. Everybody ate, Mia was so happy with her toys, Mama and Keisha arguing over pie like always… I’m really glad we hosted this year.”
He pushed off the door, closing the distance in three measured steps, that dangerous smirk finally breaking free. “Yeah… perfect,” he murmured, voice filled with everything he had been holding back. His hands found her waist immediately, palms sliding over the fabric, thumbs digging in just enough to feel her. He yanked her against him letting her feel the hard, throbbing length of him pressed right against her lower belly.
“But now it’s fuckin’ perfect,” he added, lips brushing the corner of her mouth. “House empty. Just you and me.”
She laughed soft, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heart pounding under her palms. “You were so good tonight. Patient with everybody, helping with Mia… but I saw you counting down the minutes.”
He didn’t bother denying it. Just growled low, one hand snaking up her spine to grip the back of her neck, tilting her head exactly how he wanted. His forehead pressed to hers, against her lips.
“Been throbbin’ since you walked down them stairs in this dress,” he rasped. “Watchin’ you bend over, laugh, move around knowin’ I couldn’t touch you. Had me sittin’ at that table hard as fuck.”
His free hand dropped to Jasmine’s ass, gripping hard through the fabric, grinding her against his dick. Slow and filthy rolls of his hips that made her feel every thick inch straining for her.
She moaned softly, fingers clutching his shirt. “Elias…”
He claimed her mouth in a kiss. Tongue fucking into her like a preview, teeth nipping her bottom lip hard enough to sting before he sucked it soothingly. The kiss was messy, saliva slick between her as he devoured her right there in the hallway.
He broke it only to growl against her swollen lips.
“I meant what I said at dinner,” he said, hand already fisting the long skirt of Jasmine’s dress, dragging it up. “Puttin’ a baby in you tonight. Stretchin’ this tight little pussy… breedin’ you deep till you’re carryin’ my kid.”
The words hit like fire, her pussy clenching hard, panties soaked instantly. He felt Jasmine tremble and he smirked, grinding his dick harder against her.
“Yeah… this pussy already weepin’ for it, ain’t she?” He shoved the dress higher, bunching it at her waist, fingers diving straight under her panties. Two thick fingers slid through her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing in deep.
“Fuck, Jas… listen to how wet you are. Been drippin’ for me all night, waitin’ for me to fill you up.”
She whimpered, hips bucking into his hand. “Yes… God, yes…”
He pumped his fingers slow, thumb grinding her clit, eyes locked on hers.
“Tell me, baby,” he demanded. “You want me to carry you upstairs, spread these legs wide on our bed, and breed you proper. Fuck you full of cum load after load till your belly’s round with me? Or you want me to rip these panties off right here, pin you to this wall, and start fuckin’ you now. Make you take every inch while you’re still wearin’ this pretty dress?”
His dick throbbed against her thigh, fingers fucking deeper, curling relentlessly as he waited, breath hot on her neck.
She was shaking, voice desperate. “Here… please, Elias … fuck me here first. I need it.”
One iron-hard arm locked under her ass, the other slamming palm-flat against the wall beside her head with a thud that vibrated through the plaster. He drove her back into the living-room wall next to the fireplace, hard enough that the framed family photos rattled on their hooks and a small pine garland shifted on the mantel. Her legs clamped tighter around his waist on pure instinct, the long red dress still twisted and bunched high around her hips, soaked panties yanked roughly to the side and clinging uselessly to one thigh, her wetness dripping down her inner legs.
“Feel how fuckin’ bad I need you?” he said against her swollen lips, hips rolling forward in one grind that dragged the rigid, clothed length of his dick through her folds. The friction made them both groan, the fabric of his pants already soaked from her.
His free hand shoved between their bodies with impatient violence, belt buckle clinking open, zipper ripped down in one yank. He didn’t strip. He just hauled his dick free, thick, veined, pulsing and leaking at the tip, curving heavy upward with a fat bead of pre-cum rolling down the shaft. He fisted himself roughly, stroking once, twice, smearing her juices from his fingers all over the shaft until it glistened. Then he slapped the fat head against her clit, wet smacks that made her hips jerk and a high whine tear from her throat.
“Fuckin’ listen to you,” he taunted, eyes locked on where his dick teased her. “Already cryin’ for it. Pussy so wet.”
He notched the swollen head at her entrance and surged forward, one single thrust that buried him balls-deep in a heartbeat. The stretch was immediate, her walls fluttering wildly around the sudden invasion as he bottomed out with a hiss through clenched teeth, his heavy balls pressed tight against her ass.
“Shit,” she choked, head knocking back against the wall with a thud, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
“That’s right,” he said, pulling out slow, just the head, before slamming back in deeper, lifting her an inch up the wall with force. “Take every thick inch. This pussy’s mine, tight as fuck.”
His hips snapped with power, every thrust driving her higher on the wall, balls slapping against her. The Christmas tree light shifting reds and golds across his sweat-slicked chest and abs, the new gold chain swinging wildly with each brutal stroke. Her dress stayed on, sleeves shoved high up her arms, dress stretched tight over her bouncing breasts, long skirt twisted and wrinkled around her waist like a red banner of total surrender.
One big hand wrapped around her throat, thumb pressing the frantic beat of her pulse so he could feel how wildly she throbbed for him. The other dug bruising fingerprints into her ass cheek, spreading her wider, tilting her hips so the thick head of his dick hit that spot inside on every plunge, forcing more juices to gush out around him.
“Gonna wreck you in this pretty dress,” he grunted, teeth scraping her jaw before biting down hard on the curve of her neck, sucking a dark mark that would bloom purple by morning. “Fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, every step tomorrow, every time you sit down, you’ll remember how deep I owned this pussy tonight, how I made it cream all over my dick.”
Jasmine nails raked down his back, carving red lines over muscle as her wetness coated him thicker, dripping down her thighs, pooling audibly where their bodies slammed together. Every thrust punched broken moans from her throat, shameless now that the house was finally empty.
“Elias, fuck, don’t stop, right there—”
“Yeah? Right fuckin’ here?” He hammered that spot without mercy, grinding deep on the in-stroke, his pelvis crushing her swollen clit in perfect rhythm. “Cum all over my dick, baby.”
The filthy command shattered Jasmine completely. Her orgasm exploded without warning, back bowing violently off the wall, pussy clamping down in spasms, a cry ripping from her throat as she gushed around him, thighs shaking uncontrollably, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the intensity. He fucked her through the orgasm prolonging the pleasure until she was sobbing his name, her cum soaking his shaft and running down his balls.
“Round one,” he panted against her swollen lips, sweat beading on his brow. He pulled out slowly, the drag making them both shudder. Her juices coated him, strings of it connecting them for a second before breaking. He tucked himself away with a hiss, zipping up just enough to move, then smoothed her ruined panties back into place with a possessive swipe over her throbbing clit, trapping all that wetness against her like a promise.
He scooped her up bridal-style without warning, her trembling legs draped over his forearm, arms looping around his neck as the dress fell crooked around her. His dick was still rock-hard against his zipper, pressing into her thigh with every step as he carried her up the stairs.
He kicked the bedroom door open and stepped inside, moonlight spilling silver across the bed, mixing with the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. He lowered her to the center of the mattress, letting her feel the him as he followed her down, the bed dipping under his knees. The dress fanned out beneath her framing her spread legs, her swollen pussy glistening and ready.
He knelt back for a long moment, eyes devouring her.
Stack crawled over her like a predator who finally caught his prey, big hands shoving the dress higher until it bunched under her breasts, exposing her completely. He settled between her thighs, spreading them wider with his knees, eyes locked on her soaked pussy.
“I love you,” he growled. “Love you so much I’ll burn the world down for you. And right now, I’m gonna show you exactly how deep that goes.”
She pulled him closer, legs spreading wider, heels digging into the mattress. “I love you too. Now fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything.”
He groaned low, lining up, the thick head nudging her entrance. He pushed in slow, eyes locked on hers, watching every flicker of pleasure as her walls stretched and fluttered around him. They both moaned loud when he bottomed out, Jasmine’s back arching off the bed.
“Feel that?” he rasped, pulling back and sliding in again, grinding hard against her cervix until she gasped. “That’s where I’m putting our baby tonight. Right there.”
He started moving making her clench and whimper. His mouth dropped to her neck, sucking hard new marks, biting down just enough to sting before soothing with his tongue. Then lower, yanking the neckline down roughly to bare her breasts, mouth closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak. His hand pinched and rolled the other, twisting just right to make her cry out.
Her hands clawed at his back, legs wrapping high around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper with every thrust.
“Elias… fuck… harder…”
He obliged instantly, hips snapping faster, bed creaking under the building force. Skin slapped skin, wet in the quiet room. His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing circles that made her whole body jolt and her pussy gush around him.
“You want my babies?” he asked, hand sliding down to rest low on her belly, fingers splayed wide as he fucked her.
“Yes,” Jasmine moaned, nails raking down his back, hips rising to meet every thrust. “Yes, Elias… get me pregnant. Breed me. Fill me up with your cum. I need your baby so bad.”
The words lit a fire in him. His rhythm turned harder, hips driving into her with brutal force, dick stretching her wide. He hooked one leg higher over his shoulder, opening her impossibly wider, sinking deeper until she felt him everywhere.
“Gonna do it,” he grunted, sweat dripping onto her skin, eyes locked on hers. “Gonna flood this perfect pussy with my cum… pump your womb full till you’re drownin’ in it. You’ll take every drop, baby.”
She clung to him, meeting every thrust, the bed rocking hard beneath them. The room filled with wet sounds and breathless filth.
Her climax built fast. She came hard, pussy gushing around him as she cried out his name, walls pulsing to suck him deeper.
He followed right after, slamming home one last time with a broken groan—“Fuck—Jas—ungh—take it—take my cum—ahh fuck—” his voice cracking into deep moans as his cock swelled and erupted inside her. She felt every pulse, every thick, hot spurt flooding her walls, spilling deep against her cervix, filling her to overflow with his seed.
When it finally settled, he collapsed over Jasmine, still buried, forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing hard, bodies trembling.
“I love you,” he whispered again. “So fuckin’ much.”
She smiled, legs still wrapped around him, holding him inside.
“Love you more.”
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Stack stayed inside Jasmine long after the last orgasm faded, his body a heavy, perfect weight over hers. When he finally eased out, he rolled to his side and pulled her with him, tucking her into his chest. One big arm locked around her waist, his hand splayed low on her belly, thumb tracing lazy circles over the skin there as if already imagining it changing.
They were both coated with sweat, breathing slowing together in the quiet room. He pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
“You did so good tonight, baby,” he murmured. “Made the whole day perfect. I’m proud of you.”
Jasmine smiled, nuzzling into his neck. “It felt good. Having the house full, everybody laughing… I loved it.”
He hummed, fingers still stroking her belly. “Yeah. And seein’ you with Mia, the way you light up around her… been thinkin’ about this for a while, you know. Us havin’ our own.”
Jasmine lifted her head to look at him. “We’ve talked about it before… but tonight felt different. Like it was the night.”
He nodded, eyes soft but serious. “It was. Been wantin’ this with you for months. Seein’ you tonight just sealed it. You’re gonna be the best mom. And I can’t wait to watch you grow our baby.”
Jasmine laughed quietly, cheeks warming. “You know… Mama knew. She straight-up told me in the kitchen that if she got a grandbaby call by Valentine’s, she would know exactly which night it happened.”
Stack barked a low laugh, pulling her closer. “She did? That woman don’t miss nothin’.”
“Nope,” Jasmine said, grinning. “She said you were staring at me all night like I was the last piece of cake. And she wasn’t wrong.”
He smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Guilty. Couldn’t help it. You in that dress… yeah, I was countin’ down till I could get you alone and do exactly what we just did.”
Jasmine traced the line of his gold chain with her finger. “Well… mission accomplished.”
He chuckled, hand sliding up to cup her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Jasmine leaned up to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, Elias.”
He grinned against her lips, voice dropping to that playful, cocky tone she loved. “Best gift I ever gave you is already cookin’, huh?”
Jasmine laughed, swatting his chest lightly. “You’re crazy.”
“And you love it,” he said, pulling her tighter, legs tangling with hers under the sheets.
She did.
Outside, the snow kept falling. Inside, wrapped in his arms with his hand still resting on her belly, everything felt exactly right. Like the start of something new, something theirs.
And for the first time, it didn’t feel like just a hope anymore.
It felt like a promise.
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I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas! This was a little Christmas gift from me to you! ❤️💚
