Summary: Um menino querendo ser igual ao pai, um monte de canetinhas, figurinhas e uma missão desesperada para esconder toda a bagunça antes que a mamãe chegue em casa.
tattooed dad × mischievous son × dad's biggest fan × family chaos × domestic fluff × "don't tell mom"
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"Gostou, pai? Tô igual a você?"
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🦖Pov. Erick🦖
Me arrumo nas almofadas do sofá, após um bom tempo pulando os canais da TV, finalmente achei um que passava algo interessante. Havia passado o dia inteiro vendo desenho com meu filho, só agora ele se distraiu com alguma coisa e pude trocar de canal.
Quando estou ficando confortável, percebo que tudo estava quieto demais e que provavelmente a criança estava aprontando alguma coisa. Como se estivesse lendo meus pensamentos, escuto ele gritando de sabe lá qual lugar.
– Pai! – me sento no automático.
Olho em volta e nenhum sinal da criança pela sala.
– Pai, vem cá! – grita de novo, me fazendo levantar.
Caminho pela casa tentando descobrir de onde vem sua voz. Tomara que não esteja gritando porque quebrou alguma coisa ou se machucou, minha esposa me mataria se descobrisse que me distrai dele.
– Santiago? Cadê você, menino?
– Tô aqui, pai! – abro a porta da brinquedoteca dele, e vejo ele sentado no canto da sala – que demora.
Me aproximo dele, me abaixando na sua frente. Ele esconde os braços atrás do corpo, estampando um sorriso travesso em seu rosto.
– O que está aprontando? – esfrego seu cabelo.
– Sou igual você agora.
– Ah, é? – arquei a sobrancelha.
Rio baixo, ele já era igual a mim. Todos brincavam que meu garoto era minha cópia, tínhamos os mesmos traços no rosto, a cor de cabelo e o corte igual ajudava também.
– Sim… também estou cheio de desenho agora.
Nada na vida me preparou para o momento em que tirou os braços de trás das costas e levantou a blusa. Sua pele clara estava toda rabiscada de canetinha, com figurinhas coladas em seu corpo também.
Engulo em seco, sabendo o esporro que levaria por deixar ele se rabiscar assim. Mas, não consigo esconder o sorriso que surge, puxo ele para meus braços o fazendo rir.
– Gostou, pai? Tô igual a você?
– Sim, garotão – faço cócegas em sua barriga – igual o papai, só que mais bonito.
Observo os desenhos que fez, a maioria era apenas um monte de círculos por seus braços. Sorrio, passando a mão por uma das figurinhas que ele colou, era de carrinho, paro quando sinto algo grudando em meu dedo.
– Santiago…– limpo a gosma no meu short, vendo grudar no tecido – como colou essas figurinhas?
– Com cola, né – fala como se não fosse óbvio – peguei nas coisas da mamãe.
Nenhuma final da Libertadores se comparava ao pânico ao ouvir a palavra “cola" saindo da boca dele. Minha esposa só usava dois tipos de cola, a que colava tudo, a famosa, "Super Bonder” e a que cola seus cílios.
– Da sua mãe? Puta merda – esfrego meu rosto.
– Não pode xingar – me repreende – a mamãe não gosta.
– Sei – murmuro nervoso – Qual cola da sua mãe você pegou?
– Quer colar mais adesivo? – pergunta animado – vou pegar de novo, pai.
Antes que eu diga algo, ele sai correndo como um foguete. Nem me dando tempo de processar as coisas antes de ir atrás dele, o encontro no banheiro mexendo na gaveta da minha mulher.
– Foi essa aqui – diz me entregando – posso pegar mais figurinhas? Vai colar em você também?
Não respondo por um segundo, lendo a embalagem que me entregou. Por sorte, era a de cílios e saía aparentemente com demaquilante… Agora só preciso descobrir o que é demaquilante.
Começo a vasculhar as coisas dela procurando o tal produto. Só paro ao sentir Santiago cutucando minha perna, a expressão triste agora.
– Não gostou? – pergunta com a voz baixa – está bravo, não é?
Arqueio uma sobrancelha, me virando totalmente para ele e me ajoelho na sua frente.
– Não estou bravo, por que acha isso?
– Tá fazendo sua cara de quando joga… mamãe diz que é quando está bravo.
Rio baixinho, segurando sua cabeça e deixo um beijo em sua cabeleira.
– Não é cara de bravo, só estou concentrado.
– Então, não está irritado comigo?
– Não, lógico que não.
Pego ele no colo, ficando em pé novamente e como um sinal enviado dos céus finalmente acho o maldito demaquilante. Estava sobre a pia o tempo todo, se fosse um bicho já teria me mordido.
– Temos uma missão agora, ok?
– Que missão pai?
– Deixar você limpo antes da sua mãe chegar.
Coloco ele de pé sobre a tampa do vaso, tirando sua blusa e molhando um algodão com o demaquilante começando a passar pelas figurinhas. Tiro devagar, mas mesmo assim ele reclama de doer.
– Ai, pai! Devagar… devagarinho – reclama, mas me deixa remover.
Quando tiro as 13 figurinhas que colou em si, começo a tirar as marcas de canetinha. Demaquilante virou meu produto favorito agora, tirava toda a sujeira do menino.
– Agora vamos tomar um banho – jogo o último algodão no lixo – e não podemos falar nada para sua mãe, combinado?
Ele assente, levanto a mão para ele bater e rio pegando ele no colo. Resolvo encher a banheira e entrar com ele no banho, ficamos longos minutos brincando de quem ficava mais tempo sem respirar embaixo d'água.
Não querendo me gabar, mas ganhei duas vezes dele. Saímos do banheiro enrolados na toalha, procuro outra marca de canetinha que deixei passar e acho algumas já desbotadas.
– Vamos por esse aqui?
– Pai, tá calor – diz olhando o macacão de dinossauro que peguei.
– Vou ligar o ar condicionado para gente.
Coloco a roupa nele, rindo sozinho. Achava tão engraçado quando ele ficava andando com esses pijamas de bichinho.
– Vai pôr o seu também?
– Não, um calor do… – para quando vejo a cara que ele me faz – vou colocar também.
Visto o pijama que minha mulher tinha comprado para a gente, eram três de dinossauro e ela amava comprar roupas combinando para os três.
Me sento no sofá com ele, colocando seu desenho favorito, Toy Story, para passar na tv. Santiago se aconchega ao meu lado, deitando a cabeça em meu peito.
Passo a mão por seu cabelo ainda meio molhado, me abaixando para dar um cheiro. Sorrio ao sentir o cheiro do meu perfume que ele pediu para usar.
Tudo bem que minha mulher provavelmente iria brigar conosco por causa das figurinhas, das canetinhas e tudo o que aprontamos juntos. Mas ver esse garotinho tão empenhado em parecer comigo fazia qualquer esporro valer a pena.
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Obrigada por ler! Espero encontrar vocês amanhã no próximo capítulo dessa semana especial. ✨
DIVA ACABEI DE TE SEGUIR, achei seu perfil agorinha e já tô obcecada nas suas histórias pode fazer uma do Erick Pulgar pra mim por favor? 😭
Oii, muito obrigada pela ask, é um prazer escrever sobre ele pra você!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹
Boa leitura!!
──── 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀
[💌] Bf Erick Pulgar x leitora𝜗ৎ
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 preview: você e Pulgar passam a tarde inteira juntos, descansar pertinho do seu namorado é tão bom...
𑣲 ˚. ᵎᵎavisos: fluff, muito dengo e amorr𖹭
Você pode escutar as gotas de chuva contra as janelas grandes do quarto de Erick, o barulho reconfortante da tempestade presente nas últimas duas ou três horas.
A brisa do temporal invade o quarto pelas frestas das janelas, trazendo um aroma fresco de orvalho para esse fim de tarde de domingo.
O vento frio deixa o calor das cobertas ainda mais aconchegante, as pernas entrelaçadas nas dele, a cabeça apoiada confortavelmente no seu peito, que se expande a cada respiração, os batimentos rítmicos do seu coração te induzindo ao sono.
Seu peito sobe e desce lentamente, o cheiro dele e do amaciante nas cobertas se misturam naturalmente, como uma combinação perfeita.
Seus olhos se abrem e fecham com suavidade enquanto você sente o efeito da sonolência deixando seu corpo pesado da melhor forma possível.
Você usa a camisa dele, se sentindo um pouco triste pelo seu cheiro ter substituído o dele.
Vira o rosto para cima, os olhinhos se esforçando para ficarem atentos, desejando apreciar um dos seus momentos preferidos: seu namorado dormindo tranquilamente.
Seu peito se enche com aquele sentimento quente e sufocante que é amar tanto alguém, o torpor se esvaindo momentaneamente para que você possa admirá-lo com mais atenção.
Seus pensamentos entorpecidos são preenchidos pouco a pouco com todo o amor que você sente por ele, seu coração ficando quentinho por saber que ele é seu.
Os cílios longos tremulam sobre as bochechas dele.Os lábios permanecem entreabertos. Tatuagens enfeitam o topo da maçã do seu rosto, ainda um pouquinho avermelhadas depois do sexo e do banho quente que vocês tomaram.
Os braços dele repousam na sua cintura, debaixo da sua camisa — dele.
Sua pele ainda tem o cheirinho de banho recém-tomado, o cabelo escuro ainda úmido e macio, espalhado em mechas curtas pela testa.
Você observa a escrita e os desenhos no pescoço dele, a pequena pinta que enfeita o maxilar e o bigode que começa a crescer. Sorri para si mesma pensando nas pequenas brigas que vocês têm por causa disso, sempre se queixando de que machuca durante o beijo.
Você afunda lentamente o rosto no peito dele, tentando absorver aquele cheiro, desejando, de alguma forma, fixá-lo em você e no seu subconsciente.
Sorri baixinho, fechando os olhos outra vez, levando consigo a imagem dele como a última coisa que deseja ver antes de adormecer.
Algumas lembranças merecem ser vividas devagar, só para que seu coração tenha tempo de guardá-las do jeito certo.
Summary: You were given a new life, but with a price: You must be the host of the 1,000th symbiote in a medieval world filled with dragons that breathe fire — it’s very weakness. Can you survive?
(I know I made a poll about choosing a mutant! Reader or a httyd crossover, but I had this idea in the middle of the night and I can’t let it go)
𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !
𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list
𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.
𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p
𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !
[blowjob, slight hair pulling]
It all started at frat!jo's party.
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”
Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.
“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”
Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.
“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.
You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth
“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”
It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.
“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.
“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.
“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.
“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”
“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.
“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”
Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.
𐙚 Choso Kamo !
[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]
You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.
You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.
“Stop..teasing Cho.”
Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.
“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.
See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.
With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.
“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.
“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”
The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…
You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.
The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”
Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.
“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.
It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.
“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.
“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.
“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.
Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.
𐙚 Nanami Kento !
[choking, squirting]
It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.
“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“
“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”
Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.
“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.
“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.
“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.
“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.
“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“
“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.
The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.
“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.
“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !
[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]
Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.
“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”
“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.
Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.
“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.
“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…
“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”
Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.
Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.
And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.
“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.
“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.
“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”
“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”
“Suguru Geto?”
“Yeah that one.”
The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”
Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.
“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.
“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”
The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.
“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.
Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”
“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.
“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.
You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.
“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.
“Tch, he pumped you full too.”
He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.
“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.
“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“
“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.
“Let us show you grown men fuck.”
“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”
Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.
“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.
“Can’t take it-“
“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.
“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”
“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”
They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.
Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”
“To—ji!” You whimper.
His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”
Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.
Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”
“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.
“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.
…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !
[public sex, pussy eating]
𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.
“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.
His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.
“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.
“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.
“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.
“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.
Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.
“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.
“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”
He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.
Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.
You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.
Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.
“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.
“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.
“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.
“Yes—fuck yes!”
“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.
His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”
You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.
Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.
He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.
your husband hiromi never misses an anniversary—until now.
tags: higuruma x reader, husband!hiromi, gn!reader, hurt/comfort (kinda?), married life shenanigans, based on this ask
hiromi stares at the date and time on his phone.
fuck.
it's your wedding anniversary. he only realized that two minutes ago, and it's already a few minutes past eleven at night. to make things worse, he's still at the firm, still buried in cases and documents that suddenly feel meaningless in his hands.
hiromi's gaze flicks back to the screen—to your message, still unread until earlier.
are you coming home early tonight?
and his reply—too quick, too thoughtless:
still busy.
that's what he sent you. that's what you'll be reading alone.
you already bore with too much of his missed dinners, missed dates, missed breakfasts, but never a missed anniversary—not until now, at least.
shit.
hiromi exhales sharply through his nose, already standing, already gathering his things—movements efficient, practiced, automatic. but there's a tension in him now, something tighter than exhaustion, because this isn't just another late night.
it's this night.
his mind scrambles as he locks his office drawer.
flowers? everything's closed.
dinner? everything's closed.
a reservation? what a joke.
even the convenience store options feel insulting in his head.
still, he's moving. still trying, still late.
the elevator ride down feels too slow. every second stretches in a way that makes him more aware of how badly he's already failed the night.
by the time he steps into his car, his fingers are already dialing a florists he knows is open late for emergencies.
it rings—once, twice, then—
the tone flats. closed, of course.
he grips the steering wheel a little tighter.
“of course,” he grits out.
the drive home is quiet, but absolutely not peaceful. his thoughts don't let him settle into it. they keep circling back to one thing:
you were waiting, and probably still are.
you probably expected to see him beside you first thing in the morning. you probably expected flowers at your door by noon. maybe a call to a nice dinner out in the evening.
instead, you got a cold reply from him telling you he's still busy.
when he finally gets home, the house is dim. hiromi steps inside slowly, loosening his tie halfway out of habit before stopping entirely when he notices something: no warm greeting, no sound of footsteps, just... stillness.
then he sees you sitting on the couch. not asleep, but waiting, and that's somehow worse.
hiromi closes the door behind him more gently than usual.
“sweetheart,” he breathes out. “look, i'm s—”
“have you eaten?”
hiromi pauses at your interruption. he swallows down any excuses in his throat. “...i haven't,” he admits. “if you want, i can look for a res—”
“i already set aside dinner for you,” you cut in again. “i'll go to bed.”
he hastily rushes to your side. “sweetheart, thank you for dinner. have you eaten? maybe we can eat to—”
“i'm full.”
hiromi sucks in a breath. “...okay,” he whispers. “alright. come here.” he leans in to press a kiss against your cheek, but the way you tilt your head away even the slightest bit makes hims freeze.
“wow,” you chuckle humorlessly, “bold.”
“i'm sorry,” hiromi immediately says. “i remembered late. i know that's not—” he sighs, “—enough. i... got busy.”
that's when you look at him properly, and it makes him straighten up.
“i wasn't asking for the perfect night,” you say softly. “i just wanted you know you remembered it was ours.”
hiromi's jaw tightens slightly. “i did,” he says, quieter now. “just not when it mattered.”
“that's the thing, hiromi.”
he goes still at his name like that.
you continue despite it. “i keep being understanding. i keep moving things around so your life works.” you look away before adding, “and i think i stopped being something you have to make time for.”
hiromi's feet move on their own. by the next second, he's already crouched in front of you.
“tell me what you need,” he says quietly. “...please, sweetheart. i'll do anything, just... don't shut me out.”
the next morning, you wake up alone. you blink up at the ceiling, thoughts drifting off to last night. with a heavy chest, you drag yourself off to bed before heading out to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast.
just when you step out of the room, you freeze at the sound of dishes clinking. your eyes flicker to the wall clock nearby—it's already nine in the morning, hiromi should be out by now. when you reach the kitchen, you find him in there, setting the table.
hiromi glances up when he hears you.
“...good morning,” he greets.
he doesn't approach, doesn't reach out, doesn't initiate anything. instead, he gestures at the table and says, “i made breakfast.”
you don't argue, but you don't thank him either.
later that day, you're baffled to see him still at home. you're so used to him leaving early to the firm that the sight of him at his home office is unusual.
“...you're not going in?” you ask.
hiromi doesn't look up from the document in his hands.
“i called in,” he simply responds.
you blink. “you never do that.”
“i know.” hiromi sets the file down. “i wanted to be here.”
not for work, not because he had nothing to do, just... here. with you. still, you don't respond, but you don't tell him to leave, either.
the next day, hiromi's still trying. not loudly, just consistently. he offers you snacks he knows you like while you review your own paperwork. he keeps the house quieter than usual, doesn't bring cases home this time. he, without a fail, checks on you without hovering too much.
still, the distance is obvious. you talk, but it's surface-level. you respond, but you don't soften.
and it's starting to get to him.
it happens in the evening. you're folding laundry without a word, the tv showing some soap opera from years ago. hiromi's been watching you for a while now—quiet, hesitant, like he's been building up to something.
“are you still upset with me?” he asks.
you don't look up. “you know i am.”
“i do.” a pause. “...i just don't know if it's getting any better.”
that makes your hand still. you finally look at him, and you finally see how tired your husband looks. not from work, from this. from not knowing where he stands with you.
“i don't know how to do this part,” he admits quietly.
that's new. hiromi higuruma always knows what to do. but somehow, not this.
“i can argue cases,” he continues, voice low. “i can fix problems when i understand them.” he steps closer. “but i don't know how to fix hurting you like this.”
hiromi crouches in front of you again. slowly, he lowers his head until his forehead rests on your thighs.
“i'm trying,” he weakly says. “sweetheart, i've been trying since that night.”
he presses himself closer to the warmth of your skin.
“i just don't know if you can see it.”
your chest tightens slightly. your hands fist the shirt you're holding just to stop yourself from forgiving him too quickly and pulling him up for an embrace. you were hurt, too.
“sweetheart,” hiromi murmurs, almost in a whimper, “you're staying too far away from me.”
your breath hitches. you hate that tone—not because it annoys you, but because it gets to you. every. time. still, you don't move.
hiromi almost whines from your lack of reaction. the famous atty. higuruma, feared and revered all the same, reduced to this mess. he can't complain—he brought it upon himself.
“...sweetheart,” he murmurs hoarsely. “please talk to me.”
“what do you want me to say, hiromi?” you ask quietly. that makes him freeze. there's no anger in your voice, just pure exhaustion, and that scares him.
hiromi swallows. “anything,” he admits. “just... anything that isn't silence.” his hand shifts slightly against your leg, like he's grounding himself there.
your hand tightens around the fabric in your hands. “i'm trying not to give in too easily,” you admit weakly. “to you, to this. because if i do, then it feels like what happened didn't matter as much as it did.”
“it mattered,” he says immediately. “it still does. sweetheart, please. i'm sorry.”
for a moment, there is silence again. his shoulders droop a little. then, slowly, you shift. your hand moves, hesitant at first, before resting lightly against the back of his head. your fingers thread through his hair as he keeps his face buried on your thighs.
“you're making this hard,” you murmur.
he lets out a quiet, almost breathless sound, a poor attempt at a chuckle.
“i know,” he whispers. “i'm sorry.”
your thumb brushes faintly against the crown of his head.
“i waited for you,” you say, voice soft. “i kept checking the time, telling myself you'd walk in any second.” your voice dips. “i even reheated dinner twice.”
that breaks him. you see it in the was his shoulders drop completely this time, in the way his hand presses more firmly against your leg like he needed something to hold on to.
“i'm sorry,” hiromi says again, but it's different now. quieter, heavier. “i'm so sorry.” his hands lift from your legs before gently resting at your waist.
“can i try again?” he asks softly. “not the day. i know i can't redo that.” he moves his face from your thighs to your stomach, still kneeling on the floor. “can i try again with you?”
your heart stutters. if there's one thing you know hiromi doesn't like, it's quick fixes. you just know he's being genuine. still, you two have a long way to go.
you study him for a second second longer before humming, “you already are.”
a/n: ermm didn't know what to do with the ending, so i made it (kinda) open... i love writing begging hiromi it just fits him so well
To think you could pull the Italian soccer player was a far fetch, but no.. you've been dating Marc Snuffy for a few weeks now. Honestly, he's been such an upgrade to the past relationships you've had, considering you were only a few years younger than him.
He's such a well-spoken man. Speaking with such intellect could make you go haywire, might even turn you on. But, you'd never admit that, no no.. you couldn't let him think how sex-craved you are about him, considering how polite he is.
You'd been invited to one of the gatherings for Ubers, a plus-one with him. He even took the time to get you a new outfit on the ordeal, "Baby, I need to measure.. could you—" You looked up at him, then quickly held your hands up. "Oh right.." He did all the measurements for your body before you could get a new outfit tailored for it.
His calloused palm held the measuring tape across your hips, shit..! He was such a respectful man. He didn't know the effect his hands all over felt so nice, biting your lip in the process as his hand on your lower back guided you over somewhere. "Amore mio, are you okay?" He whispered into your ear, his words left a trail of shiver down your back.
"Don't worry, 'm fine.. marc.." You stare at those orange colored eyes of his— he proceeded to give you a small smile. "I promise you tonight is going to be great." He held your chin up, it was almost like he was holding back to kiss you.
As you were about to tiptoe– he'd pull away. The hushed voices of him and the tailor could be heard, but all you heard was the fast-paced beating of your heart.
The event itself was boring, most conversed in Italian.. not that you can't understand at all, you weren't fluent in the language at all. Marc was there with you, sticking close by knowing full well you had not fully met the rest of the members of Ubers. More small talk and more made you even more annoyed– at the second and the way your lovely boyfriend was caressing your thigh like nothing.
You bit your lip as you tapped his shoulder. He pulled away from talking and raised an eyebrow, squeezing your thigh. "Marc, don't do that.." You whispered close, only letting him hear your voice.
"Hmm.. but cuore mio..?" He slid his hand to your upper thigh as you trembled. "Don't you get it.. you're making me.." His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then his eyes held a glint in them.
You swear you didn't mean to turn him on, you knew how much of a rational man he was. But the fact he had pulled you two back to your hotel– "Marc, love..?"
He crashed his lips onto yours, feeling his tongue slip past your mouth. "Mmph— what's gotten into you..?" The words echoed along the hotel room as he pulled away. "I can't handle it anymore, l'anima gemella.. I need you." You swear you felt yourself clenched around his words.
"Agh—!" The groan you let out as he was taking his time to prep you was making you go berserk. "Marc, baby.. I'm ready for you.. please just fuck me!" Words spewing out of you like you weren't about to climax the second time tonight. "fuck you..? don't ever call that.. we're.." You gasped once more as you felt his engorged tip pressing onto your hole.
"sshit– Marc..!" Your eyes widened as he pressed on further, fuck it was such a stretch for you. "we're.." another inch passed against your walls. "making.." another one– and when he finally bottoms out of you. "...love." Your legs on either side of your face as he thrusts slow and deep made you scream louder.
"Cazzo— mmngh.. la mia dolce metà.. you're being so sweet.. to me."
The egocentric English football man? Chris Prince, the world probably already knew him.. but you know him best. You've been by his side for as long as you know, and yet– you weren't dating at all.
The white-haired male had invited you out of nowhere for drinks, you didn't mind.. but it did pulled you out of your work even earlier than ever.
You found him at the entrance of a private bar, not even realizing how much celebrities were even counted here. You couldn't help but be amazed.
"Damn, you dragged me out here.. for drinks.." You teased the man as he chuckled. "What can I say, I like to treat the women in my life with the utmost—" "Shut your mouth, dickhead." The way his mouth dropped so fast made you giggle at him. "Gee, you know I'm treating you right now?"
You did know that, the way you held a damn martini was way more expensive than what you'd even pay for a night out. "Yes, thanks, Chris.." Your voice cooed at him— "Now tell me why'd you drag me out here.."
You burst out in more laughter by the hours gone by, Chris was just updating you about his life– from his football team, Manshine City, then his family, even going as far about the blue-lock program. "Can't believe those kids could catch up to you, huh?"
The way his face shifted into a pout, like a sad golden retriever, made your heart skip a beat. "Hey, they've gone on a hell lot of training to be good." You just hummed at his words, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Seems like your life has been chaotic as ever."
Chris lowered his arm, grabbing onto the stool leg– then he effortlessly pulled your stool closer to his. The way you turned a bit shy at that. Honestly, you've forgotten how he has no personal boundaries with anyone. "And yours, babe?" He called you out as you huffed.
Fuck, you didn't knew how long you've been making out with Chris. You'd never done this with him, maybe because of all the drinks you've drank. "Chris—" You pulled away as a string of saliva connected you both.
Chris internally grunted at the way you've been straddling his lap. His big palm caressing your ass, grabbing the fat of it. You let out a small chuckle at his possessiveness. "Ffuck, doll.. so fucking sexy on my lap.." After that comment, a fire rose withing you as you rolled your hips down.
He was loud, groaning in your ear— "Baby, look at you.. all ready for me.." You've found yourself laying down at the backseat— the rich leather seats must've been stained from your previous climaxes. "Chris— agh..! not there..!"
You felt his pesky hands already under your underwear, touching you in all the right places. "You know.. I've been fantasizing about you for ages.." You didn't even properly listen to him, loving the pleasure you're experiencing.
"Fantasizing about this body— and nobody compares from you.." That's when your breath hitched as you gripped his neck. The feeling of your arms around him made his dick throb more than ever. "What are you saying..?" You huffed, wrapping your legs around his hips– your crotch angled with his.
"I'm saying I'm in love with you, you idiot." That's when you felt it, it led to your heart skipping another beat once more. "Really?" You heard the zipper of his pants slipped bringing, that fucking girthy of a dick he had.
"Just look at it, it's so swollen all because of you, my love.." Another clenched by you accommodating his girth– could you even fit him?
"Watch it, baby— I'm going to take what's rightfully mines from the start."
" You’re the office whore. Was I not meant to fuck you as such? "
executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
key intelligence :
⤷ This fic takes place in the same au as TFL but you do not have to read that fic before this one, or even at all. This fic can be read separately as it has an entirely different plot, takes place during a different time, & includes a different reader.
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader.
disclosures (content) :
⤷ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, non-curse office au, manipulation, possessiveness, fluff, lots of tension everywhere, dramatics, inaccurate depictions of office life (reminder; this is fiction), drama, toxicity, pining, angst, tfl references, porn with plot, whore activities, 18+ themes, implications of obsession, etc.
sexymayor!kento had a very serious campaign compared to his competitors. no funny business whatsoever!! no social media campaigns, no tv shows, no jokes, nothing! he has a city to run! however his assistant informs him it would be useful for him to do something. he can keep it serious, but if he wants to win, it’s necessary.
sexymayor!kento feeds the homeless, runs the breast cancer marathon, volunteers at the children’s ward in the hospital and helps at the toy drive. but he’s still down a few points. there’s one last thing in his way. you. the librarian. you run the biggest library in the city and you’ve been against him the whole time! tell all the parents not to vote for him because he doesn’t do anything for the libraries or their summer programs.
sexymayor!kento cannot lets this slide. his assistant swiftly scheduled him to host a huge reading to the kids moment, changing the hearts of all their stubborn parents. he’s set to win and change the beautiful city he lives in. but you still don’t like him. his perfect face and his stupid perfect eyes and his perfect hair and his stupid perfect biceps. he catches on quickly. and he personally reaches out to you to make everything between you two right. a nice dinner, if you’d like. a simple meeting, if you’d prefer. whatever your heart desires, kento will give it to you. he needs to know he can count on your vote.
sexymayor!kento takes you to a veeery nice restaurant, away from prying eyes. he holds your hands and promises to fulfill your every desire. everything you need for the library is yours. anything he can give you, it’s yours. well right now, he can give you another glass of wine. and another, and another, and maybe the whole bottle. after two bottles of wine between the two of you, tensions were eased and almost too relaxed. your foot dragged up his leg under the table as he talked. his eyes raked across your body, your dress hugging all your curves and complimenting your black skin.
that’s how you found yourself underneath sexymayor!kento and his huge, fat, throbbing cock. locked in the meanest mating press, your legs and hips ached and wanted release, your tits and neck assaulted with hickeys and your g-spot crushed after each stroke. his cock is so big, you have no idea how he walked around with this thing in his pants. his strokes were so deep and filling, and so painfully slow. he wanted you to feel him and to feel how much he wanted you. he had cum twice. you, thrice. he didn’t pull out. you didn’t want him to. you wanted him to stay nestled inside your tight pussy, stretching you, and filling you. he wanted to keep hearing your soft whimpers and moans, hear you call him daddy and sir, feel your nails dig into his skin.
sexymayor!kento was completely hooked on your pussy. you gripped him just right, you were soooo wet and he couldn’t stop thinking of the two of you doing this every night. the smell of shea butter in his sheets, your brown skin in his arms and your perfect pink pussy wrapped around him always. kento found himself imagining a perfect white picket life with you. with every thought, his strokes got deeper, if it was even possible. his lips locked on yours, absorbing your growing moans. once again you were unraveling under him, clenching around him around as you came again. he didn’t last much longer than you, filling you up with a third load, feeling it spill out, ever so slightly. the two of you were out of breath, just staring at one another.
sexymayor!kento won the mayoral race. he was getting heat towards the end for not being married or having a family of his own. but once he assured patrons he would be married very soon, that tied the knot (no pun intended). the two of you were attached at the hip. you came to all his events and he made many activities happen at the library just to spend even more time with you. it wasn’t long before the public noticed not only a very fat diamond on your hand, but a sudden need for large coats and bags to cover your midsection.
an: not proofread i’m sawry!! anyways i luv my husband
when you visit nanami's office for bringing him lunch.
Synopsis : You were just trying to do something nice—deliver lunch to the man who always takes care of you. but Toji didn’t like that. So he sent you off to Nanami’s office bare under your cute little dress. You only wanted to be kind. Now you’re bent over a desk, stuffed full of consequences.
Content warning : public risk, fingering, facefucking, dom!Nanami, praise & degradation, light humiliation, obedience kink, power play, voyeur risk, possessiveness, no panties, teasing. Nanami being dangerously composed while wrecking you. 18+ Minor do not interact.
read the main series here
You were slicing apples with unnecessary precision, biting your lip in focus, soft music playing in the background. The clock was ticking closer to noon when you heard it—
"What are you making?" Toji’s voice. Lazy, deep and very much suspicious. You looked up, startled. He was leaning on the kitchen doorway, towel slung around his neck from his morning shower, shirtless and smug. His arms were crossed, eyebrows raised.
"Oh—uhm... I was just cutting some fruits," you mumbled, cheeks already warming under his stare. "Nanami forgot his lunch today, so I thought I'd go drop it off. Packed him some fruits too."
Toji tilted his head, tongue in cheek. "Oh? so what, you're his little wife or something?"
You nearly dropped the knife. "N-no! I mean—no, I just... he always cooks for me and stuff, so I thought—"
He scoffed and stepped into the kitchen, slow. "You never done this for me."
"You never forget your lunch..." you pointed out weakly, trying not to look at how low his sweatpants were hanging.
"Tch. If I do one day, will you do the same?" his tone was teasing, but there was an edge. Something darker behind his narrowed gaze.
You blinked, blushing. "Yeah... of course, Toji."
He let out a rough hum, satisfied but not entirely convinced. "Hmm. fine."
You tried to change the subject, still flustered. "Umm, aren’t you... going to the gym?"
"Yeah, in a bit. What?" he asked, already knowing where this was going.
"... Can you drop me at Nanami’s office then?" you asked softly, eyes wide.
Toji’s smirk grew lethal. "Sure." Then he leaned in, his voice dipping low, filth curling around every syllable, "but only if you cling to my back so close... wanna feel that pretty squishy tits of yours pressed right into me the whole ride."
"Tojiiiiiii!!!" your knees nearly buckled, but you so nodded fast, you felt dizzy. He just chuckled and slapped your ass lightly as he walked away.
You picked out a cute white shirt dress, short and soft, one that Nanami had once complimented. A little innocent, a little too short if you bent down. Toji was already at the door when you showed up, holding the lunch bag.
"Ready?" you chirped, cheeks pink.
He turned, gave you a slow once-over. "Hmm... lookin’ so cute for him, huh?" he stepped closer, way too close. "too cute," he murmured, gripping your thighs suddenly, his hand riding up under your dress, fingers brushing the fabric of your panties.
You gasped, clutching his shoulders. "Toji—what—!"
He hooked a finger into your waistband, yanked them down slowly until they dropped around your ankles. You could feel the air hit your cunt, feel his breath as he leaned in and muttered against your ear, "You really not gonna wear panties to see Nanami? tsk tsk... such a tease."
"But you're the one—" he shut you up as his fingers rubbed over your folds, knuckles brushing your clit just enough to make your legs tremble.
"Give him a little surprise, yeah?" he whispered, voice like smoke. "Sit on his desk with nothing under that dress. See how long your gentleman lasts."
You whined, trying to squeeze your thighs shut, but he just laughed low in his chest, palming your ass once before pulling away and tucking the panties in his pocket. "I’ll keep these."
***
Ride was silent and too hot. You sat behind toji gripping onto his shirt, your dress riding up with every bump. When you reached Nanami’s office, he pulled over, leaned in, and kissed you fiercely on the cheek, then one on your forehead, warm and affectionate. "Be good."
And then he drove off, engine roaring, leaving you standing there, pulse racing, holding a lunch bag and a secret under your dress. You walked through the front doors of the building, heart thudding loud.
The lobby was cold, overly sterile, with marble floors and clean lines. Toji’s voice still echoed in your ears. “Sit on his desk with nothing under that dress…”
You shook the thought away, clutching the lunch bag tighter as you stepped into the elevator. Floor 6. You stared at your reflection in the mirrored walls, hair perfect, dress innocent, lip gloss dewy. Totally normal. Totally not hiding a filthy little secret under your dress. The elevator dinged. You stepped out and walked toward his office door, then pulled out your phone and called him.
“Sweetheart?” Nanami answered almost instantly, voice warm and deep. “What is it?”
“Nanamin... I’m here… at your office.”
“Oh?” he sounded surprised. “Why?”
“You forgot your lunch,” you said, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “So I thought I’d bring it.”
“Did I? I haven’t even checked…”
"Yeah...you did."
"It was fine baby, why would you..."
“Mhm.” you smiled softly. “You always do things for me, Nanami. It’s just lunch.”
There was a pause followed by a low chuckle. Then the door opened. Nanami was there, glasses on, sleeves rolled up and his eyes softened the moment he spot you.
“You didn’t have to,” he said again as he guided you inside.
The air-conditioned hallway buzzed with curious murmurs as workers glanced over, some subtle, others bold.
“Who’s that girl?”
“Nanami’s girlfriend? wife, maybe?”
“Nah, she’s way too young for him…”
“Maybe he likes them young.”
“Is that why he’s been ignoring me? I’ve been dropping hints for weeks.”
“Ugh, figures. Nanamin already has someone.”
You clutched the lunch tighter as Nanami placed a warm hand on your shoulder, leading you past their stares like it meant nothing. Like you were his. And no one else mattered. He guided you into his private office and closed the door quietly behind you. The tension snapped shut with it.
“Thank you, dear,” he said, placing the lunch on his desk. “You really didn’t have to. I would’ve just bought something later.”
You sat down on the edge of the table, legs swinging slightly. “It’s fine… didn’t have class today anyway.”
Just then, his phone buzzed. Nanami glanced at it, unlocking it with a sigh. Then his brow twitched, just slightly. “Toji,” he said flatly, and turned the screen toward you.
"Yo golden boy, is she there yet? she got a surprise down there for ya 😉👙"
Your face flushed in an instant. You panicked, eyes widening as you tried to grab the phone, but Nanami pulled it back, observing you quietly. “Oh?” he said, voice calm but low. “So Toji was telling the truth?”
“N-No, he's nottt!” you stammered, clenching your thighs. “nothing, Nanami… I-I mean there’s nothing, really—”
He didn’t respond immediately. Just walked over slowly. Deliberately. You were still on his table, legs dangling, knees together. He placed one large hand on your thigh, gently parting them.
“So,” he murmured, thumb brushing up the inside of your bare skin, slides under your dress and stopping at your wet heat, “Oh? what do we have here .... is this the lunch you've brought me hmm?"
You shook your head mortified.
"You came here with no panties on.”
You nearly whimpered under his gaze, heat pulsing between your thighs.
“And what were you expecting to happen?” he asked softly, eyes dark behind his lenses. “Me to behave?” Your lips parted to answer, but no words came. Only a gasp as his fingers teased your folds more, his knuckles brushed slick warmth, and he hummed.
“You’re wet.” His tone was unreadable. Cool and collected. But his fingers stroked like a man starved. “Did he do this?” he asked, slipping one finger inside slowly, dragging it out again with agonizing control. “Toji?”
“N-Nanami—!” you hissed, squirming.
“Or was it me?” he whispered, pushing back in. His fingers curled expertly. “Was it the thought of sitting on my desk, spread open like a gift? did that make you this wet?”
You bit your lip hard, trying not to cry out. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You walked past all of them like this. Dripping and nothing underneath this tiny dress.” A second finger slid in. You clenched tight around him.
“That was reckless, sweetheart. Dangerous.” He pumped them deeper now. Slow and punishing.
“Do you like the risk? the thrill of nearly getting caught? wanting someone to hear the sounds I can pull from this pretty little cunt?”
You moaned softly, head falling back. He pressed a kiss to your throat, then pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and licked them clean like a gentleman tasting wine. “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, voice still calm. “You’ll sit still and be good now, won’t you?”
You nodded, trembling. Nanami just smirked, loosened his tie, and reached for the blinds. “Nanami… I didn’t—It was Toji. He did it. I-I didn’t mean—”
Your words broke apart as you tried to explain, thighs trembling from the last wave of teasing his fingers had left behind. Nanami looked down at you, his hands now on his hips, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the veins on them tight. The man was composed, but you knew him well enough now to see it, he was barely holding back.
“Is that so?” he said, stepping forward slowly. “Toji did this?”
You shrank back a little on his desk as he approached.
“You’re such a tease,” he murmured, voice dipped in something close to disappointment, “doing something so dirty like this, y'know... I have a meeting in less than half an hour.”
“I—I’m sorry, Nanamin…” your voice quivered, hands gripping the edge of his desk. He looked down at the growing bulge in his pants, palming it with a slow roll of his hips.
“How am I supposed to do my job now?” he said, mostly to himself, almost amused at his own restraint. Your gaze fell to the thick shape straining against the fabric, and he caught your expression. He tilted his head, stalking closer. “You like the idea, don’t you?”
He brushed your knees open again, fingers tracing your slick folds. “Is this something you read in one of your little smut stories? a nice girl showing up at an older man’s office with no panties… spreading her legs on his desk like a gift? Hmm?”
You were already panting, hips twitching. “N-No! I— I mean I didn’t mean to, I swear—”
He cut you off with a quiet tsk, fingers rubbing again in slow, slick circles, then he unzipped his slacks. “You can’t even speak properly now.” His voice was still calm, condescending. “Making a mess on my office desk and you’re telling me this wasn’t planned?”
Your eyes widened as he pulled himself out, thick, flushed, heavy in his hand as he stroked slow from base to tip.
“You’re such a handful,” he sighed, lining himself up, the blunt tip dragging up and down your folds. Not pushing in. Just gliding through the slick warmth, over and over, watching your body twitch at the tease.
“Look at that.” His tone dropped lower, amused. “You’re soaking. You want this. You’re fucking dripping onto my desk like a needy little girl who doesn’t care if someone hears her.”
You whimpered, hips lifting to meet him. Then— knock knock.
“Mr. Nanami?” a voice called from outside. “Apologies for interrupting, but you had asked for the quarterly reports to be sent over? Should I email or print a hard copy?”
Nanami didn’t flinch. Didn’t even stop moving his cock up and down your folds, slow and heavy, smearing your arousal all over himself as if nothing had happened.
“Email it,” he called out smoothly, eyes never leaving yours. His tone was sharp. “And I’ll review it before the three o’clock. Thank you.”
“Of course, sir.” The footsteps faded. Silence returned.
You stared at him, wide-eyed, completely dazed. He leaned in, lips barely brushing your ear.
“You’re going to be good now,” he whispered, voice dangerously soft. “No sounds. No mess. No biting your lip so hard you bleed, either. I want to hear the way you break, just quietly enough to not get caught.”
He pushed in. And everything inside you snapped. His thrusts were slow, deep, and punishing, one hand over your mouth to muffle the messy gasps he was coaxing out of you, his breath harsh near your ear.
“Tch… you’re tighter when you’re doing something you shouldn’t.” He hissed as he bottomed out again, dragging out slowly, savoring the way your walls clenched. “Acting like such a good girl, then showing up here like this. You’re trouble, sweetheart.”
But just as he pressed his hips into yours again—Knock knock. “Mr. Nanami—sorry, but I need to show you this. It's urgent.”
Nanami clicked his tongue, exasperated, and looked down at you, your legs trembling around his waist, mouth still covered, eyes blown wide. You whined in protest when he pulled out with a wet, reluctant sound, cock flushed and still hard.
“Hide under the desk,” he ordered lowly, zipping halfway, voice calm but sharp. “Now.”
You scrambled under, hands on your knees like a trained little pet. You were breathless, cheeks burning as Nanami sat down, just inches from your face. His cock rested thick over his thigh, still slick with your arousal.
“Come in,” Nanami said, adjusting his cuffs with his usual cold composure.
Click. The office door unlocked. Footsteps entered. You stayed still, heart hammering in your ears, but your eyes kept drifting to the tip of his cock, still flushed and twitching slightly. Tempting. So fuckin' tempting.
The man sat across the desk, flipping open a file. “This is the report for Sector D—we need sign-off before 3, sir.” Nanami nodded, voice calm as ever. “Go ahead.”
You leaned forward slowly. Tentatively. Then your lips brushed the head of his cock. He shifted, only barely but you caught the way his hand gripped the pen tighter. You licked up a long stripe. Then wrapped your lips around the tip, eyes locked on the underside of his chin. His thighs flexed slightly.
“Sir? Are you alright?” Nanami cleared his throat, not even looking up from the file. “Yes. Continue.”
You slid your mouth down further, sucking softly, cheeks hollowed. He didn’t move. But you could feel it, the subtle tension coiling in his muscles, the way his jaw clenched tighter. He kept signing, speaking in his usual tone, while your tongue circled around his shaft, lazily, lovingly. Occasionally, he gave the tiniest push of his hips when the man looked away. A silent approval.
When the man finally gathered the file and left, Nanami didn’t move. He waited until the click of the door lock sounded again. Then his head tilted down, his voice was lower now, strained, almost breathless.
“You’re really something, aren’t you?” he said, voice still silky. “Dirty little minx, drooling on my cock like that while someone’s in the room.”
Your eyes fluttered up at him, still licking him slowly. "M'sorryyy Nanaminnn.."
An apology that sounded so painfully unconvincing that he almost laughed. Apparently, that was the final straw.
“Since you’re so eager, open wider.”
Without waiting, he gripped the edge of the desk and shoved his chair back just enough. Then his hand wrapped in your hair and guided your head down onto his cock deep.
“Fuck…” he exhaled, hips rolling slowly up into your throat. “That’s it. Take it. Gag on it if you have to.”
You choked softly as he fucked your mouth at a steady rhythm, hips rocking up, his breath coming shorter, thighs trembling. Your eyes watered but you didn’t stop, not once, not even when he muttered:
“Look at you, on your knees under my desk. Do you even know how obscene you are right now?” He thrust harder. His voice was strained but tight. “You're lucky I'm busy. If I didn’t, I’d bend you over this desk and make sure everyone outside hears you scream.”
Then with a growl, he shoved deep one last time and came hot, thick ropes flooding your throat as he held you there, hips trembling. “Swallow,” he whispered harshly, thumb brushing your cheek. “All of it.”
When he finally pulled out, cock twitching against your lips, he helped you stand. You were gasping, face cold with sweat, makeup slightly smudged. He smirked, his version of it, subtle but smug.
“Such a nasty girl,” he muttered, buttoning his shirt cuffs. Then he kissed your cheek, and your lips, gentle but brief. “I’m booking you a cab.”
You nodded dumbly, still dazed. He walked you to the office door, but not before leaning in one last time.
“When I get home,” he said lowly at your ear, “you better not be wearing panties again. You pull a stunt like this, get ready to be punished properly.” Then he kissed your forehead.
“Now go. Before I cancel the meeting and fuck you over my desk anyway.”
I really liked ur Stranger things fanfic where the reader was IT ( ╹▽╹ )
But now it low-key got me thinkin...What if the losers club found out where we were? Showing up to try to kill us but if course, the group is there to protect us...That but I also wanna hear some stuff about what some of the adults or older teens think of us! (Eddie, Steve, Robin, Hopper, Ect)
PLATONIC YANDERE! THE PARTY X IT! GN READER
When certain entity makes their way to Hawkins and is obsessed over. || here’s abt it!reader
IF THE LOSERS CLUB SHOWED UP TO KILL YOU
To think about it, imagine a couple of teens came from Maine to Indiana all to kill you. Sure you ate someone’s little brother and more kids in the past. But damn they had the bravery to show up.
You weren’t worried about some little shits getting ready to kill you, honestly, you couldn’t care less. You couldn’t be happier that you can eat them and sleep for about 27 years.
Which won’t be able to happen due to eleven keeping you awake so you won’t hibernate.
The losers club wasn’t ready to see a “Richie” look-alike but without the dorky glasses and tall. Mike wasn’t playing games while he stood in front of you. Eleven was right behind him, pushing her hand out to disarm many of them. Lucas, Will, Dustin, and Max were also there.
I mean honestly, you think the losers are gonna win against the ones that killed for you? To eat also?
Not a chance.
WHAT THE OLDER TEENS THINK OF YOU
Personally, I could see that Steve definitely not liking you would be reasonable. He has definitely seen you eat a demgordan before.
Hell, probably seen you transform into some scary spider form to save the others. What’s even weirder to him is how close the party is with you.
They always cling to you as if you’re some lost dog that needs shelter. Which isn’t wrong, cause how did you turn into some crazed man-eating monster to some domesticated creature that stays at the Wheelers’ house 24/7
Hence, Nancy isn’t much shocked by you being around due to her brother’s crazy obsession with you.
She personally has no comments, since she supposes she can’t really be that worried due to years of you being around the wheelers and not eating them.
Although she threatened you once.
Robin could only rant for so long about how cool it was to have you around the team. Would it be crazy to say you almost ate her or use deadlights since she kept yapping?
She can’t handle how amazing and overpowered you are
Meanwhile, there’s Eddie who lowkey wants you to bite him. And no not like the Georgie way. He thinks that if you bite him, he can pull off a crazy shark attack survivor stunt. Just trying to gain extra points to seem cool.
But his thoughts on you are pretty clear on the same side as Robin's.
You’re overpowered, there’s no need to just be some kinda domesticated animal in the group.
IT!READER who literally doesn’t remember waking up in Hawkins and is sitting by some shaved headed girl who seemed also interested in the child who looks like a clown. Why the fuck are they here?
IT!READER who doesn’t care about some missing kid. But being dragged among the boys and this girl with crazy powers. Turns out the boy was “dead” leaving the clown looking child to disappear into the woods. Just happy to get away from the others.
IT!READER who has been stuck in whatever time zone, dimension, or whatever fuck know this place is. When their homeland is Derry Maine. But at least they a good amount of this beautiful red meat Max cooks.
IT!READER who has Mike literally bringing them all kind of food after seeing how picky the man eating entity was getting. The child like entity didn’t have the energy to eat any of the party members. Totally cause they haven’t grown attached as they kept repeating how attachments are weak.
IT!READER the child entity doesn’t care about the party, the but the party cares about them a lot. Which is sickening.
IT!READER who has will always drawing funny drawings of them together. Like them at the circus and eating cotton candy. Which makes the party all get an idea to go to a fair. It was miserable.
IT!READER who secretly feeds off of the fear the party members release due to not showing their true form yet.
IT!READER who literally will chew someone’s body up if someone were to hug them. But the party doesn’t know that as they hug the man eating teenager.
IT!READER the one that Max likes to watch horror movies with during the summer. Clearly not knowing a true horror monster is beside her in the form of some teenage of their own liking.
IT!READER is then suddenly on the watch by Dr brenner. Making eleven more protective of you when she started to gain her powers back. Not liking how brenner wanted to do “tests” on you. You aren’t his to mess with.
IT!READER The one is currently munching someone’s dead body. But that’s okay, you’re just hungry. And you’re not you when you’re hungry.
IT!READER being found out as some man eating creature by will who was walking through the woods to his hideout. Seeing you crunch and munch on some hit hiker who ran into you unfortunately. Instead of feeling fear. Will just stared at you as if you were some kinda beautiful art project he had made
IT!READER as the party grew older. They grew more bolder to feed you. Starting to lure people to feed you. Max would be the one to disguise the human meat as some kinda new meat she found in the store. Making you fein for the lovely meat. You could eat so sloppy and the party wouldn’t care. As long as you ate is what matters. (Although the only person to do the luring is eleven or will and eleven may be the one to do the killing or mike.)
IT!READER who has been lectured and lectured by d&d by the party. Feeling like some kinda horse in some unknown place. (Cue a horse in a bathroom picture) but the teenaged entity almost ate the board in overwhelming feelings as Lukas and Dustin held them back from eating the board as Mike and Will moved the board away and the piece. The girls only laughed as you screamed profanities.
IT!READER who gets taught by Lucas how to shoot a ball. Not really liking the sport much as when it bounces towards the teenagers face, they showed their sharp rows of teeth and bit the ball. Letting it deflate as Lucas wasn’t really that disappointed. “Okay.. maybe a new sport?” He suggested as he carefully took the punctured ball from your mouth.
IT!READER who likes to actually sleep anywhere. Like some kinda cat. The party has found them in the most weirdest flexible places ever. Which is weird, but they love the creepy kid no matter what.
IT!READER who hates that literally the party knows they’re some supernatural entity and still decides to keep them like some stray??? Like hello? This lil creepy child literally ripped a demodog’s head off one time that threatened to harm max and Lucas once. Showing off what they could easily do. And what do you mean that instead of being scared of another monster, they all hug it.
IT!READER who eleven doesn’t play about at all. When eleven and will had moved. She had hoped you came to visit as-well. Which you did with Mike. Which you were clearly forced to. When did you become so domesticated?? At the skating rink, when Angela had slightly flirted with your human form. You gave her a stank face while the room vibe drifted to a dangerous still. Eleven no longer scared to even give a dirty look to the blonde opened her mouth. “Don’t talk to them like that.” Good thing Angela ate a skate to the face and not some knife.
IT!READER who had used dead lights on someone. Not even caring if it was public cause what does this creature have to lose. Despite the party members being a little strict about this. Eleven mostly cause she doesn’t want you to go away.
IT!READER who would rather sleep for 27 years all over again than literally listen to the boys playing d&d in the basement. Aka it’s new home.
IT!READER who will always be loved. Obsessed over. And protected by the party no matter what.
🧁: I forgot to answer and did it separately :( I’m tagging bc I didn’t answer <3 @pickfordsmount “I SQUEALED when I saw this ! ive been debating a yan Cris 🥺 and now I have the chance!! thank you for your request, lovely ! For one of my favourite players. Scoring 2 nil during the Manchester United match xx”
🍰: tw, violence, mentions of murder, overprotective!ronaldo. basically ronaldo worships you !! 🥺 (his kid doesn’t exist in this !!) fem!reader
I’m not saying this man is a worshipper, I’m saying he’s a overprotective worshipper. ok but honestly, Cristiano thinks the absolute world of you.
You are the reason of his existence even when he has to go to practice and tries getting a day off sick. Just so he can spend the day eating cream coated strawberries and - oh - when he kisses you. 🥺
“Dear, I’m just saying he deserved it.” Cue him hitting a man for no reason - okay but in Cristiano’s defence he did look at you weird </3
His team members and many other groups of footballers believe you’re out of his league. Which is true I’m gonna be honest! You’re so cute 🥺
And the way he holds onto your waist and glares at everybody makes his ego go up just a little bit bigger! but other than that the moment he sees you uncomfortable blood is being spilt he doesn’t care who sees.
How many red cards and assault cases he has because of you. When the enemy team on the pitch use your name as a joke and he ends up being taken off :(. and when he throws a whiskey glass against somebody’s head because they just wouldn’t leave you alone :(.
The man thrives off you, seeing you have such a good time makes him feel so joyful. Midnight car rides are a very big thing for you two, when you both scream your favourite lady gaga songs and then kiss under the stars <3
The way you clutch onto his hands when he decides to go to fancy stores with you makes his heart clench in anger >:( he understands and he accepts when they won’t leave him alone but when they won’t leave you alone he gets feral. The bodyguards he orders to stand around you and not him.
Cristiano is also very accepting that at first you didn’t really like him in a romantic way. At first it was all platonic and when he saw you with somebody else he’d get angry yes, but he’d leave you both be. Until it’s three am and your loving boyfriend goes missing and suddenly Cristiano’s number is the only one you can dial <3
And when he scores in his matches - he ran up to you as you were always in the front row and he kisses you 🥺 he does this a lot— he’s willing to get a yellow, red, taken off and everything just for you.
he’s selfless, he can also be very selfish. You’re so sweet, his sugar fairy but at the end of the day, he is yours. And that is final.
an obsessive, ambitious freak, yep, that’s ego jinpachi ༘✧ೖ୭𓂅
ft. chubby reader!
contents; porn with no plot, this is nasty nasty, ego is a freak who gets off on humiliation, drooling, squirting, degradation, oral, he calls you slut, groping, spanking, mentions of exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, gagging, choking on cock.
mdni!
reblogs & comments are widely appreciated!
Ego fucks you with purpose, with the intent and drive from some who has wanted you for a long time, since his players days, he could not indulged back then. He was focused, he was fully dedicated to what he was doing back then. Some nights his hand would find his cock, a reward after a proper score or a win. And his mind would go to you, to your shape, to the way your skirt would sway around the wide expanse of your hips. By now he has memorized the sway, and it is engrained in his brain, a perpetual image coming to him in the middle of the night.
He can indulge now, he can touch you as much as he likes. His fingers are eager and unashamed as they grip into your flesh, pinching and kneading at the softness that you offer.
He has you bouncing on his cock as he grabs a fistful of the mushy expanse of your stomach. Eyes crazed as he forces you to admit how good it feels riding him.
“A needy messy slut, aren’t you?”
His arms wrap around your waist as he pound into you from behind, shirt only unbuttoned cause he didn’t care to take it all off, your wet panties hastily put to the side as he thrusts into you like a possessed animal, his panting breath on your ear as he laps at the skin on your neck. One of his hands wraps around your throat, relishing in the way you choke on a moan as he applies the perfect pressure around it.
He rubs against your ass unashamedly as you share an elevator. Wrapping his arm around your soft middle to make sure you don’t try to get away from him. Why would you try to deny him when he knows you’re already wet underneath the fabric of the pretty panties he’ll use to gag your mouth once you are back in his office.
Not because he cares if someone hears you, of course not. He couldn’t care less. He wants people to know he is the one making you wail like that, he’ll never let anyone else touch you, but he isn’t above letting someone else watch the way you choke on his long cock while trying to fit him into your mouth.
He walks around with your panties in his pocket after having seen you take them off in front of him. Making you bend to get them off from your ankles giving him a perfect view of the expanse of your wide ass.
His hand spanks against the skin, making it ripple in an obscene way as he bites onto the jiggly flesh, always greedy, always demanding.
It’s such a treat watching you walk around, all proper and composed, until he has you in his arms, long body caging you against the wall as his fingers explore your pussy with the precision of man driven by pure madness and the knowledge of what exactly will have you trashing against his touch, long fingers finding that sweet spot that has you bending against his chest.
His long and deft fingers always manage to have you drooling around him, always reaching you in the most baring and humbling of ways, your legs spreading open on their own at his perfect ministrations, the perfect angle he is working inside of your tight channel ringing the sloppiest and wettest of sounds.
When he reaches that perfect spongy spot that he knows so well you panic, not because you don’t want it, but because you know what he’s capable of, and he’ll have you creaming around him in no time, the release wet and messy as you grab onto his chest for dear life.
He drinks from your pussy straight after, dragging the last of your spurts with the way his tongue laps at your folds and his lips warps around your clit, cruelly sucking on the sensitive bud as he relishes on the fatness of your thighs squeezing his head between them. He always wants more, and he’ll make you give him more.
There’s no way to hide from him or the weight of his endless hunger. He laps with fervent intent, you beg him to stop, your soft tights wrap around his head and it’s only encouragement for him. His fingers come to aid on his attempts to get another orgasm out of you and the combined pressure of his toungue slurping the life out of you as his fingers fuck into you with the precision of a man cut from obsession and hunger have you coming in his mouth in no time.
His fingers dig into your legs, imprints of his strong grasp surely will be showing on your skin tomorrow, he will reach for a kiss as usual, he loves having you taste yourself in his tongue with a kiss so obscene and wet it has you gasping for air.
His hand wraps around your hair, bringing you to your knees as he unzips his pants, cock throbbing and already leaking with precum. The sight of your pretty face between his legs only adds to the excitement. He watches you kiss the tip almost tenderly and it has him laughing hysterically before he makes you take him all the way inside your mouth in one swift movement that you have now perfected. He made sure you could take it, he didn’t mind that he had to wait, it would be sweet how patient he was with his guidance, if only his lessons hadn’t involved training your throat so he could bottom inside inside the perfect grip of your mouth.
There’s gagging coming from the back of your throat but he knows you can take it, you always do. The drool slipping down your chin adds to the debauchery he seems fixated on getting from you. Your nails dig into his thighs, strong muscle from his soccer days still present as his thrusts don't falter, the sharp v-line of his abdomen also being one of your favorite places to grab a hold of as you try to make him to slow down. The pressure of your palm against his stomach only makes him want to bring you closer, your touch is a scorching care that he treasures as he finally manages his objective, cock bottoming in as your nose rests against his pelvic bone, the soft curls of his pubes are in your nose as your eyes roll into your skull.
Ego thinks you’re a vision, one made perfectly to fit all his wildest fantasies. Even better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. You look so perfect like this. He comes inside your mouth this time. Next time he’ll make sure to paint your pretty face with his emission, but tonight he chooses to have you swallow him, he rubs the tip of his softening cock around your puffed out lips as he smears the last stings of his cum like a balm.
He kisses you with purpose, roughly and hungry. Savoring the way you mix together, hands roaming around your soft frame as he gets ready for the next round, cock already eager at the thought of all the exciting possibilities.
The salt-stung wind howled through the open porthole of the Black Leviathan as you slipped into Captain Chris Prince’s lavish cabin, fingers brushing the ornate jeweled compass. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.
A deep, cocky chuckle rolled through the room, full of arrogant flair.
“Oi, oi~ What do we have here? A greedy little thief thinking he can steal from the world’s second-best pirate captain? How disappointing~ But don’t worry, I, the ideal Chris Prince, will handle this personally.”
Before you could whirl around, Chris Prince was on you, tall, powerfully built, and radiating peak physical perfection. His pale British skin contrasted sharply with the intricate tattoos of anchors, lions, and nautical knotwork covering his broad, muscular chest and powerful arms. Medium-length blonde hair, slightly wavy and tousled from the sea breeze, swept casually to the side, exposing his forehead while framing his strikingly handsome face and sharp light blue eyes that gleamed with self-assured amusement.
One large, calloused hand clamped firmly over your mouth, muffling your sharp gasp, while the other pinned your arm behind your back and slammed you face-down onto his massive map-covered table. Charts and instruments scattered everywhere.
“Stealing from me? On my own ship?” he growled hotly against your ear, voice smooth yet commanding with that refined British lilt, laced with trademark narcissistic swagger. “The ideal Chris Prince doesn’t tolerate pests like you… but he does enjoy breaking them in properly.”
He shoved a thick, muscular thigh between your legs, spreading them wide with effortless strength. With zero hesitation, he yanked your breeches down roughly, exposing your ass completely. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest as he freed his massive, heavy cock, thick, veiny, and already rock-hard, the swollen head glistening with precum.
“Fuck… look at that plump, tight hole,” he murmured, spitting into his palm and giving himself a few firm, lazy strokes, his light blue eyes darkening with hunger. “Practically begging for the perfect training regimen from the second-best.”
No prep. No mercy.
The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed against your entrance and thrust forward in one brutal, claiming slam. You let out a strangled cry into his palm, a garbled, choked moan as he rearranged your guts, stretching you impossibly wide around his massive girth. Inch after thick, veiny inch bullied deeper, forcing your walls to yield and clench desperately until he bottomed out completely, your belly visibly bulging from the sheer size of him buried to the hilt.
“Ahh! Fuck… too big,” you moaned brokenly against his hand, voice muffled and trembling.
“Fuuuuck, so fucking tight,” Chris groaned deeply, voice ragged and hoarse with pleasure. His hips twitched and rolled in a slow, grinding circle, savoring the way your hole squeezed and fluttered around him, his messy blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. “That’s it… take every inch like the good little thief you are. The ideal captain deserves nothing less than this perfect grip.”
He didn’t give you time to adjust.
Gripping your hips with bruising strength, he pulled back and pounded into you with relentless power. The heavy wooden table creaked and shook violently under each savage slam. Wet, obscene sounds filled the cabin: loud skin slapping skin, the filthy squelch of his thick cock destroying your insides, his low grunts and growls mixing with your muffled whimpers, moans, and broken cries.
Chris leaned over you, his broad, sweat-slicked pale chest pressed flush to your back, hot breath panting against your neck as he railed you. “Hear those pretty noises? Moan louder for your captain. Let the whole crew hear how well you’re taking me. Ungh… fuck, you’re squeezing so good.”
He switched angles, rolling and humping his hips in a devastating grind that made stars burst behind your eyes, then hammered you with short, punishing thrusts that battered your prostate relentlessly. Your legs shook uncontrollably. Your eyes watered. Pleasure and pain blurred into white-hot ecstasy as he wrecked you senseless, his muscular body moving with perfect athletic precision.
“Oh god… ahh! Captain… please,” you whimpered and moaned brokenly, body trembling and quivering beneath him.
One hand left your mouth to fist tightly in your hair, yanking your head back sharply so he could growl directly into your ear. “Good boy… arch that back for me. Just like that. Fuck, you’re clenching so perfectly around my cock. This is the kind of training that builds champions.”
You whimpered and moaned brokenly as he reached around to stroke your leaking cock in firm, rough pumps, twisting at the head, thumb rubbing over the slit, palm squeezing and stroking in time with his powerful thrusts. The coil in your core tightened unbearably fast.
“Come on, thief,” he ordered, voice husky and commanding, breath hitching into a ragged groan. “Spill for me. I want to feel this greedy hole milk my cock when you climax. Show the ideal Chris Prince what you’re made of!”
You shattered hard. A strangled, garbled scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you like shockwaves. “Ahhhh! Fuck… I’m coming!” Your cock pulsed and jerked in his grip, shooting thick, sticky ropes across the scattered maps. Your insides spasmed violently around him, fluttering, squeezing, and throbbing in ecstasy.
Chris growled like a feral beast, hips stuttering. “Yes… fuck, that’s perfect! Just what the ideal captain deserves. Ngh… take it all!”
With a final, powerful slam that made your belly bulge again, he buried himself to the hilt. His massive cock throbbed and pulsed violently inside you as he came with a deep, guttural moan, flooding your wrecked guts with hot, thick spurts of cum. You felt every heavy spurt, every twitch and jerk, your belly swelling even more from the sheer volume as he kept grinding through the aftershocks with satisfied grunts.
He stayed buried deep for long moments, lazily rocking his hips and letting you feel every inch while you both panted heavily, sweat glistening on his toned, pale, tattooed body.
Finally, he pulled out slowly with a wet pop, watching with dark, hungry satisfaction as his cum leaked from your puffy, abused, twitching hole. He flipped you onto your back on the table and caged you with his strong arms, his messy blonde hair wild and light blue eyes gleaming with arrogant pride.
“Not bad at all,” he said with a cocky, expressive grin, voice still hoarse and satisfied. “Most men are a whimpering, spent mess after I rearrange their guts like that. You took the second-best like you were made for it. Impressive~”
He tossed you a cloth but kept you pinned beneath him, leaning down to nip possessively at your jaw.
“Here’s the deal, pretty thief. Join my crew. Use those quick fingers for me. Steal what I point at. Spy when I command it. And whenever Captain Chris Prince wants…” His hand slid down to squeeze and fondle your spent, twitching cock. “You’ll bend over, spread those legs wide, and let me wreck this perfect hole again. Proper, thorough training from the world’s second-best.”
His light blue eyes sparkled with arrogant promise and lingering hunger.
“Refuse, and I’ll fuck you raw once more before I toss you overboard. So… what’s it gonna be? Ready to sail under the ideal Chris Prince?”
Part two coming right after lowkey you finna like that more to
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!)
ALSO THANK YOU LOVELIES SO MUCH FOR 800 followers!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১-xoxox Mika
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
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