Stokeley knew you had mood swings and depression, anxiety and the whole fucking book of emotional disorders along with the fact that you could be disassociative sometimes but whatever was going on with you this past week was something else.

"Stokeley Motherfucking Goulbourne!" I shouted up the stairs. I was breathing heavy as I waited to hear the sound of Stokeley's heavy footsteps down the stairs.

"What" He said, his phone in one hand and a confused look on his face. I held up the box of poptarts. "Nigga I know you didn't go through my shit" I said, glaring at him.

"Bruh, I know you ain't call me down here for no damn poptarts" He said, I could just barely sense the attitude already forming in his voice.

"Nigga, I specifically said do not touch my motherfucking chocolate poptarts witcho fat ass always eatin up all the damn food. You could have some damn respect and not touch my shit with you crusty ass fingers" I say, not even feeling like I was over reacting. I told him not to eat my shit and he did anyways.

He smacked his teeth, I could see he was getting frustrated already.

"(Y/n) I'm not dealing with this shit, do you understand? Not fucking today bruh"

"Dont fucking bruh me nigga, you think I wanna deal witcho shit all the time?!" I shout. He glared at me and clenched his fist before smacking his teeth again and then turning around.

"I know you did not just turn yo fuckin' back on me Stokeley!" I shouted.

"The fuck I just did (Y/n) yo fuckin' attitude been getting on my nerves!" He shouted back as he stomped up the stairs. I don't know what came over me to do what I did next but I got bold...and I threw the poptart box at him.

"There then, witcho fat ass. You wanna'em so damn bad take the whole fuckin box. Deal wit dat shit nigga!" I shouted.

I watched him freeze and he gripped the railing of the stairs so hard his knuckles began to get pale. He slowly turned around to face me, his puppy brown eyes now dark to the point where they almost looked black.

"(Y/n) fuckin' (L/n) I know you did not just throw them fuckin poptarts at me" He said lowly. I squinted my eyes at him as I crossed my arms. "Yes the fuck I did" I said as I stepped up one stair. "The fuck you finna do about it" I said, tauntingly.

"The fuck you finna do about it" She said with complete seriousness. I clenched my jaw as I began walking down the stairs toward her. "(Y/n) I don't know what the hell is going on with you and I've tried to be fucking accepting about it, but you trynna start a damn fight over some fucking poptarts and you throwing shit now. I ain't finna deal with it" I say my chest against hers now as she looks up at me.

"Fuck You" She sneers.

Oh hell nah.

I grabbed her by her neck and swung her around so that her back was against the wall. "You finna lose this damn attitude" I say, tightening my grip so she gasped just a little bit.

"You aint finna ma-" I slapped her, not hard but enough so that she was just a little stunned. It didn't last long. "I know you didn't ju-" I cupped her heat, underneath the oversized shirt she was wearing, it shut her up quick and I began rubbing her clit.

"Daddy finna get rid of this attitude yea?" I whispered in her ear.

Stokeley's voice was gruff as fuck which made me wetter than i already was.

"Already wet for daddy, was you doin' all this just to get fucked? Huh?"

I gripped his wrist lightly so he would take some of the pressure of my neck enough for me to speak.

"H-hell n-nah nigga. I- I aint forget you ate my damn-" He cut me off by shoving two fingers in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up bout them damn poptarts" He said. I felt him slip my panties to the side and slide three fingers into me, stretching me out.

"A-ah s-Stokeley, that's t-too much" I whine out. I growls at me as he attaches his lips to my neck, pushing me further into the wall. I press my hands against his chest but it proves futile as he shoves his fingers into me harder.

I can't help but let out strangled moans as I lift up one of my legs.

"Yea, this why you been actin' out?" He says. All I can do is moan as he curls his fingers in my pussy, beginning to suck and bite on my neck.

"Ah- ahh shi- shit s-Stokeley, fuck daddy I'm gonna cum" I whine out as I pull on his durag. It falls off his head rather easy since he didn't have it on too tight and then he used one hand to pin both of mine over my head.

He removed his fingers from his pussy and licks and sucks them clean.

"Damn, talkin' allat shit about dem poptarts. Enough sugar in yo pussy to give a nigga a cavity" He said with a toothy grin. I fucking love his pearly whites and I couldn't but to giggle back at my goofy ass boyfriend.

He slowly began to lift up my shirt and I bit my lip as he stared at my exposed body beneath it. "S-stoke, we finna just do it in the hall?" My voice quivered a bit as he dragged his cold fingertips against my nipples.

He suddenly dropped down to his knees () and spread my legs apart. He lifted one leg to his shoulder and then pushed me further into the wall before lifting the other.

He looked up at me as I finally discarded my shirt on the floor. I bit my lower lip.

"Told you I was finna change yo attitude. You ready?" My throat was suddenly dry, Stokeley had never ate me out like this before and I heard this was supposed to be one of the best ways to do it. He smacked my thigh hard and I looked down at him.

"Y-yes" I whisper. He growls at me as his eyes get dark.

"Yes what" He says, his voice all deep and raspy () which made me pussy cry~ ()

"Yes..Daddy" I barely whisper. He grins his goofy ass grin before craning his neck and eating my pussy like its cake. ()

I tangle my hands in his dreads as I speak gibberish. I feel his tongue press against my g-spot and I wonder how the hell he's capable of that, like what the fuck. I feel myself slowly moving up the wall as Stokeley slowly stands.

"O-oh my God, daddy I'm about to fuckin cum oh my god oh my god!" I practically scream as he brings his thumb to my clit and rubs in circles right before pulling away and almost dropping me to the floor.

I rap my legs around him for dear life as he holds me by my hips ( )

I feel his bulge through the red supreme shorts I bought him and my mind almost drifts back to the day I bought matching sets for the both of us, but I'm dragged out of the daze by feeling his tip circle my clit.

How did he get the shorts off so quickly?

He slaps his tip against my already sensitive clit and I can't help but moan out. "Oh my god, sto-" I'm cut off as he shoves himself into me, circling his hips around to pin point my g-spot and when i scream he knows he's found it.

He starts beating my shit up like the crazy nigga he is and i can feel all his built up frustration with me from the past week. Tears prick at the edges of my eyes as he pushes me back up against the wall, pulls out to the tip and then slams back in.

The sound of my moans and skin slapping skin are the only things that can be heard aside from Stokeley's low moans.

I hear banging on the wall against my back and I moan louder. I claw at Stokeley's back as I scream his name so loud to the point that he grabs my neck.

"Yea, you like that shit huh" He says directly in my ear his raspy voice doing wonders on my already soaked pussy. "Ahh, fuck yes daddy~" I practically cry for him, stray tears falling every now and then from the pleasure.

I whine as he slows down and slams into me harder.

The banging on the wall doesn't stop.

"Fuck, (y/n) baby. Shit Ima cum in this pussy" His raspy voice is literally the only thing I can hear as I claw on his back and bite his shoulder, one hand still tugging on his dreads.

"Fuck, Stokeley baby, cum in me" My face heats up as it's the first time I've ever said anything like that but I guess angry sex is the best sex.

He doesn't lighten up as he slams into me hard and slow and then

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