#black!oc

Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.

Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.

Part 1

Part 2

MINORS DNI

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You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.

You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced they’d be perfect for you.

Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didn’t care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.

You were convinced that Mississippi didn’t have the version of the man you craved and that at some point you’d have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.

Jack abbot x ballerina!OC Amalei

how abbot would react to his ballerina visiting the Pitt

warnings/mentions: James olgilvie

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‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: your boyfriend jude has been nothing but sweet the entire time you've been together. who knew a number 10 jersey with his name on the back would affect him so much?

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: first lil fic for jude <3. partially inspired by the 3-0 win over greece, but if it happened at wembley instead. really tried with the brit slang, someone pls confirm if it's shirt instead of jersey lol. day seven of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, trent being trent, oral fixation (kinda), oral sex (69), american writing english people.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: jude bellingham x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.2k.

"You look stunning babes!" Tolami practically shrieked as your approached the cluster of WAGs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The group of stylish women, all dressed to the nines in various shades of red and white to support the team, were huddled together, greeting each other after several months away at their partners' respective clubs. You had gone all out for today's match, your nails painted in the team's colors and your hair styled in perfectly poised waves that highlighted your cheekbones and the delicate gold hoops that danced against your neck.

"Thanks, love," you replied with a warm smile, giving your friend a quick hug. "I couldn't be caught looking anything less than leng next to you."

Modern!au Elias “Stack” Moore x Black!oc Maya Coleman🌻 (with a wee bit of Smoke and Annie)

Word Count: 6.6k

Authors Note: Heeeey Yall. You wanted more Maya and Stack, I gave it to ya 🙂‍↕️ there is some Annie & Smoke sprinkled in because I can’t forgot about my favorite couple. I feel like i had more to say here?? Anyways, enjoy. You’ll be entering the horny zone past the line of fire. 😂🤭

The bass is thumping so hard it rattles the soles of Maya’s heels as she steps into the club behind Annie, eyes already cutting through the crowd like a blade. The whole place smells like sin, cologne, and two-for-one cocktails, and Maya’s smile pulls crooked.

“Oh yeah,” Annie says with a laugh, looping her arm through Maya’s. “We about to ruin somebody’s night.”

“Ruin it,” Maya repeats, lips glossed and eyes dangerous. “Or make it.”

They snake through the floor, hips swaying like they know they’re being watched, because they are. Annie in a short blue dress that makes Smoke act feral. Maya in something red and clingy, chest lifted, thighs out, smile sweet but lethal.

“Stack ain’t letting you out again if he sees how that dress move when the lights hit it,” Annie teases as they reach the bar.

Maya doesn’t miss a beat. “He’ll survive. Barely.”

Back at the house, Stack sinks deeper into the cushioned patio chair on Smoke’s back porch, his gold chain shifting against his chest. A blunt hangs loose between his fingers, its slow ember glow matching the low golden light from the overhead sconces. Smoke sits across from him, one ankle rested over his knee, sleeves rolled, a drink sweating in his palm.

“Your girl left the house like she was bout to get a record deal,” Smoke says dryly, watching Stack’s silence with amusement.

Stack blows out a trail of smoke. “Man, she walked past me while she was getting dressed and my blood pressure did a backflip. That dress don’t even breathe right.”

Smoke chuckles low in his chest. “You sound tight.”

“I am tight,” Stack says, gesturing with the blunt. “Nigga, we was five minutes from leaving the crib to come to y’all place earlier, and I swear to God, my body just knew.”

Smoke frowns, squinting. “Knew what?”

“That she was ovulating.”

Smoke stares at him for a second, then laughs so loud it echoes off the side of the house. “What?!”

“I’m serious!” Stack sits forward, elbows on knees, eyes wide. “It hit me in the chest. Like my sperm sat up and started gettin’ organized.”

Smoke nearly drops his drink. “You out your mind.”

“I ain’t,” Stack insists, pointing like he’s dropping divine revelation. “It was spiritual. Like, generational. Felt my ancestors behind me go, ‘Boy. Get ready.’”

Smoke can’t breathe for a second. “You actin’ like Maya got a bat signal.”

“She do!” Stack says, grinning now. “Womb on Wi-Fi, I’m tellin’ you. Nigga, I’m connected. Synced.”

Smoke shakes his head, still laughing as he passes the blunt back. “Yo ass need help.”

“Nah,” Stack says, taking a hit and leaning back with a smirk. “You only sayin’ that ’cause yo lady got caught doin’ that little slow spin on camera last week. You ain’t say nothin’ at the time ‘cause you was tryin’ to act unbothered.”

Smoke tries to keep his face straight, but his lips twitch.

“Annie was feelin’ herself,” he says finally.

“She was feelin’ herself on your camera,” Stack counters. “I almost filed a complaint. That spin was unholy.”

Smoke sips his drink, then shrugs. “You see me complainin’?”

“Nope,” Stack says. “You sittin’ here talkin’ ‘bout I need help when I know both our girls walked out the house tonight lookin’ like trouble in perfume.”

Inside the club, Maya’s fingers tap her glass to the beat, her other hand draped casually over the back of Annie’s chair. They’ve snagged a small booth with a clean view of the dancefloor and the bar, and already a few men have tried to ease close with offers and smirks.

Annie had sent one of them packing with a single look.

“I love when they try it,” Maya says, eyes following a tall one in locs who’s been orbiting near the DJ booth. “Like they don’t know we only came out to talk shit, take shots, and maybe slow dance with each other if the music hit right.”

“Exactly,” Annie says, sipping on something green and expensive-looking. “Stack and Smoke gon’ be pacing when we get back.”

“Oh, Stack already on edge,” Maya says. “He felt the shift when I stepped into my dress.”

Annie chokes on her drink. “Maya!”

“I’m just sayin’,” Maya says with a smirk. “Man looked me in the eye when I was getting ready like he knew he was on borrowed time.”

“You ain’t right.”

“And you love it.”

They both laugh as the DJ switches tracks to something with more bass, more body. The dancefloor pulses.

“C’mon,” Annie says, grabbing Maya’s hand. “Let’s go set the night on fire.”

Smoke glances at his phone, then puts it face-down on the table. “You know they probably got men buyin’ ’em drinks right now.”

Stack blows smoke up toward the night sky. “Let ‘em try. You know how our girls are.”

Smoke raises a brow.

“You know what Maya told me before they left?” Stack says. “She looked me dead in my eye and said, ‘You better be ready when I get back.’”

Smoke laughs again, then clinks his glass against Stack’s.

“Man. We’re doomed.”

Stack nods, satisfied. “And blessed.”

The music’s heavier now. Syrupy and slow, all hips and bass. Bodies grind in sync across the floor, a wave of sweat and flirtation that makes the club feel like a warm-blooded thing.

Maya’s second drink has her smiling wider, her laughter looser, and she’s sitting close enough to Annie now that their thighs are touching. The dim light throws shadows across their cheekbones, catching the gleam of highlighter and intent in their eyes.

Annie leans in, tucking a curl behind Maya’s ear. “That tequila talkin’ or you just naturally dangerous tonight?”

Maya smirks. “Both, probably.”

Annie sucks her teeth and grins. “Figures.”

Maya’s eyes drift toward the bar again, but she’s no longer looking at the crowd. Her gaze turns mischievous, thoughtful even. She lifts her phone from the table, thumbs idling on the screen like a storm’s brewing in her mind.

“You know what would be real fun?” she says slowly.

Annie turns toward her, already interested. “What?”

“We get these niggas bothered.”

Annie’s smile curls. “Go on…”

“I mean like… mess with their heads a little. Show ‘em what they missing. Get ’em squirming while we out just looking this good.”

Annie licks her bottom lip, her interest sharpening like a blade. “What you thinkin’?”

Maya leans in close. “Start light. A little tease. Then we turn it up. Nothin’ too crazy… but just enough to have Stack and Smoke sittin’ on edge. Mad they not here. Hard in the pants and prayin’ we come home early.”

Annie laughs, tossing her head back, but there’s a gleam in her eye now. “Oh, you messy.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

They clink their glasses together, and Annie reaches for her phone with the same kind of intention Maya’s got; Playful, filthy, and sweetly cruel.

Back at Smoke’s place, the night’s still quiet but the air is shifting. The weed’s mellowing out their bodies, and the sky’s taken on that deep navy hue that means it’s too late to be innocent.

Smoke’s phone buzzes first. He lifts it, thumb dragging across the screen.

Annie 🥀

You miss me yet, old man?

Smoke raises a brow, leans forward in his seat.

“What she say?” Stack asks, side-eyeing him while holding the blunt mid-pull.

Smoke shows the screen. Stack lets out a short laugh.

“Uh oh,” he mutters. “They gettin’ antsy.”

“No,” Smoke says slowly, watching his screen light up again. “They gettin’ playful.”

Another message rolls in.

Annie 🥀

Imagine me sittin’ in your lap in this dress. No panties. Just vibes.

Smoke makes a low sound in his throat—half grunt, half groan. He shifts in his seat like suddenly his sweatpants ain’t built for what’s happening.

“See?” Stack grins. “Told you this night was cursed.”

“Your girl text you yet?”

As if on cue, Stack’s phone buzzes on the table.

He grabs it with the urgency of a man unprepared for war.

Maya 🌻

I just leaned forward and let a man walk by real slow. Didn’t touch me, but he looked like he wanted to. You’d hate it. Thought you should know.

Stack stares at the message, jaw tight.

He mumbles, “She tryna start a fight.”

Smoke leans back, amused as hell. “Text her back then. Or don’t. Let her cook.”

Another text pops in before Stack can move.

Maya 🌻

But don’t worry. I’m saving the real show for you. Maybe I’ll send you a preview…

Smoke watches Stack closely, the way his lips part just slightly. Then his boy leans back, phone gripped tight, eyes narrowing like he’s ready to pray or sin, or both.

“She gon’ be the death of me.”

Smoke chuckles, dragging his fingers through his beard. “Could be worse.”

“How?”

“Annie just sent me a video.”

Stack lifts his head like what?

Smoke turns the phone toward him for a second. Just enough for Stack to see the soft flash of thigh and Annie’s hand slowly lifting her hem, but not enough to see the whole thing before Smoke pulls it back with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Smoke says low. “We ain’t safe.”

Back in the booth, Maya’s leaning over the small table, phone tilted just right as she lifts her leg slightly. Enough for a snapshot that shows smooth brown thigh, the curve of her hip, and the soft suggestion that maybe she really isn’t wearing anything underneath.

Annie’s watching her like a proud accomplice. “He’s gonna nut.”

“That’s the point,” Maya says, biting her lip before hitting send.

Annie pulls out her own phone again and angles it up for a selfie. Lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, hair wild like she’s been touched. She sends it with a caption:

Still think I should’ve stayed home, Papa?

They both dissolve into laughter like high school girls passing notes in class, drinks in hand and chaos on their breath.

And somewhere across the city, two grown men stare at their phones like they’re holding live wires, slowly burning from the inside out.

The club’s rhythm slows, oozing into something seductive. Low, winding, all heat and tension. The crowd around them shifts, bodies pressing closer, drinks lifting higher. But Annie and Maya don’t move. They’ve built their own little world in this corner booth, half-lit by neon and filled with chaos only they understand.

Annie scrolls back through Smoke’s reactions. Three unread messages, the last one just a photo of his hand on his lap and the words: Keep playin’.

She bites her bottom lip and hums in delight. “He’s seething. I love it.”

Maya raises her glass in a quiet toast, eyes glittering with trouble. “To pressure.”

Annie clinks it back. “And panic.”

They drink.

Maya shifts closer, the hem of her dress rising just a little higher as she leans against Annie’s shoulder, her voice a sultry whisper by her ear.

“You know what would really fuck ‘em up?”

Annie turns, curious and already a little breathless from the way Maya’s tone melts into her skin. “Hmm?”

“A video.” Maya draws it out slow, her tongue just peeking past her teeth. “Of us.”

Annie blinks. “Of us what?”

Maya grins, devilish. “Kissing.”

Annie’s face breaks into a wide smile, eyes glowing like flame. “You menace.”

“Just enough to get them squirming,” Maya murmurs. “One little kiss. Maybe two. Think Smoke could handle it?”

Annie’s gaze flicks down to Maya’s lips before she speaks again. “Smoke gonna lose it. Probably leave Stack behind and come to find me mid-set.”

Maya licks her lips, tilts her head coyly. “Good. Let’s ruin his night.”

Annie doesn’t hesitate. She pulls her phone off the table and switches to the front-facing camera. Maya adjusts beside her, bodies pressed close now, thighs brushing. The two of them fill the screen glowing in the pulsing light, flushed cheeks, shiny lips, eyes too full of intent for this to be anything casual.

“You ready?” Annie asks.

Maya nods once, slow and sure. “Let’s make ‘em squirm.”

Annie hits record.

It starts with soft laughter, lips parted like the beginnings of a secret. Maya turns her face toward Annie, fingers brushing a curl from her cheek. Then, without another word, she leans in and presses her lips to hers.

It’s not chaste. Not for the camera. It’s languid, teasing. The kind of kiss that lingers just past what’s polite. Maya tilts her head, deepening it, and Annie’s hand finds her thigh under the table, squeezing gently.

When they pull apart, lips slick and breath caught, they’re smiling. Not sweetly. Wickedly.

Annie ends the video.

“Oh, that’s evil,” Maya murmurs, already warm all over.

Annie’s breathing harder than she means to, her thighs pressing together beneath the table.

“Sending it,” she says, hitting share without hesitation. Her caption?

For your eyes only. Don’t say we never gave you nothin’.

She tosses her phone down and covers her mouth with her hand like she just did something terribly good.

“Oh my God, I’m wet,” she admits, whispering into Maya’s neck.

Maya chuckles, fingers grazing Annie’s bare knee under the booth. “Told you we’d have fun.”

Smoke doesn’t even hear Stack call his name.

He’s staring at his phone like it just slapped him. The video plays twice before he remembers to breathe. The soft sounds of their laughter. The curve of their lips. The way Annie’s hand creeps under the table while Maya leans in…

“Damn.”

Stack finally looks up. “What happened?”

Smoke looks at him slowly, expression unreadable. “You ever been disrespected in 720p?”

Stack barks a laugh, reaching for his own phone out of instinct. “Maya sent it to me too?”

Smoke’s already shaking his head. “Nah, I got the exclusive.”

Stack groans. “Shiiit.”

Smoke turns the phone around for a second, just enough to make Stack flinch. “Nah. No way. They kissed?!”

Smoke doesn’t answer. He’s too busy adjusting his seat, the pressure in his lap getting real inconvenient.

“She said ‘for your eyes only,’” Smoke mutters, watching the screen like it might bite him.

“She’s not wrong,” Stack says, swiping through Maya’s earlier messages like he’s searching for salvation. “Maya had said she was thinkin’ about being real bad tonight. I didn’t know that meant full-blown softcore cinema in the club.”

They sit in silence for a second, both of them suffering and completely turned on.

Stack exhales hard. “If they send another one, I’ma have to stop myself from hoppin’ in the car.”

Smoke nods slowly. “Same.”

They both stare at their phones like soldiers awaiting orders. And somewhere, in a dark booth under colored lights and sticky bass, two women sip their drinks and grin like witches at a bonfire.

Annie’s still glowing, pupils a little blown and lips swollen from their earlier stunt, but Maya isn’t done. Not even close.

She leans in again, voice slick like honey and trouble. “Aww, Stack didn’t get a video.”

Annie tilts her head, feigning innocence. “Poor baby.”

“We should fix that,” Maya says, already reaching for her phone again.

Annie raises a brow, biting her straw like it’s deliberate. “What you got in mind?”

Maya’s smirk is wicked. “Something soft. Just enough skin. Something that’ll make him wanna crawl through the screen.”

Annie’s eyes glitter, wicked and ready. “Say less.”

Maya props the phone on a cocktail napkin against her clutch and angles it just right. The camera catches Maya from the waist down. Legs crossed, skin warm and golden under the strobe lighting.

Then Annie slides her hand over.

Slow.

Lethal.

Her fingertips graze Maya’s knee, drawing a lazy circle before sliding upward brushing the inside of her thigh. Maya shifts slightly, lips parting just enough to show she’s not immune to the touch, her body instinctively leaning into the warmth.

Annie traces along the smooth expanse of Maya’s inner thigh, not rushed, not greedy. Just slow enough to drive anyone watching insane. Her nails whisper just beneath the hem of Maya’s dress, teasing the line between intention and sin.

Maya glances down at her, then back at the camera. Her voice, soft and sultry, floats over the shot like perfume. Annie voice dripping with silk.

“That’s for you Stack… Ya girl feels pretty warm tonight”

They both giggle, low and dangerous, and Maya ends the recording.

“Send it,” Annie murmurs, her hand still resting high on Maya’s thigh, her own breath catching. “He’s gonna fuckin’ combust.”

Maya nods, her voice thick with heat. “Let him.”

To: Stack 💰

Her hands are pretty soft daddy. 🤭

Stack’s phone lights up, and his body reacts before he can think. He swipes it open, thumb trembling slightly. The video loads.

Annie’s hand.

Maya’s thigh.

That damn slow caress.

Stack’s eyes darken as he watches the loop again. And again.

He presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, jaw tight, exhale sharp.

“She wanna play games,” he mutters. “Bet.”

Smoke glances up from his own screen. “Another one?”

Stack just nods, his thumb already flying across the screen.

To: Maya 🌻

I ain’t playin’ witchu. Bring your ass here. Now. I want that dress off and them legs trembling on my face.

He sends it.

Then another.

If you not at this house in thirty minutes, I’m pullin’ up in my drawers.

Smoke snorts, leaning back as he checks his own phone. “They got you tapped.”

“They got me horny,” Stack mutters. “She out here lettin’ Annie strum her thigh like a harp, and recordin’ it like I’m not supposed to react.”

Smoke’s already typing when his own screen lights up.

Annie 🥀

Should we come home, daddy? Or do you want one more?

Smoke’s thumb pauses. Then he starts typing like a man possessed.

To: Annie 🥀

You come home right now. No more teasin’. I want that mouth around me the second you walk in the door. Dress still on.

He doesn’t stop there. He switches to voice note.

His voice is deeper now, controlled, but just barely. That low, gravel-rich tone he saves for when he’s two seconds from snapping.

“I don’t care if y’all in the Uber, in the street, in the club bathroom. Get in something moving this direction. I’m hard, and growing impatient and you ‘bout to answer for everything you just sent me.”

Back at the booth, the air’s electric.

Maya’s reading Stack’s message with parted lips, thighs clenching tight under the table.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, eyes wide, a grin spreading slow and sinful. “He said if we not home in thirty minutes, he pullin’ up in his drawers.”

Annie damn near chokes on her drink. “His drawers?!”

“Type shit,” Maya laughs, practically purring. “He hot. He turned on. I just might die.”

Annie opens Smoke’s voice note next, presses play, and nearly loses composure halfway through. The depth of his voice, the promise in his tone. It hits her low, hard, wet.

She slides the phone across the table to Maya with a dazed look. “Girl. Listen to this man. He sounds like he could kill me and make me say thank you.”

Maya listens. Her eyes widen. “Yup. That’s the voice of a man who’s ready to ruin his life for a taste.”

“You still wanna play?” Annie asks, already pressing her thighs together.

Maya downs the last of her drink and grabs her purse. “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

Annie throws down some cash and links arms with her, grinning wild. “Let’s go break some hearts.”

The car ride from the club is a quiet storm.

Annie’s hands are steady on the wheel, but the tension in her jaw and the heat pooling between her legs says everything. The last message Smoke sent. A voice note growling his demand that she “get in something moving”—has been playing on a loop in her head.

Beside her, Maya’s dress has risen dangerously high on her thighs. She’s biting her thumbnail, trying to focus on the street signs instead of the pulsing ache between her legs. Stack’s messages haven’t stopped since the video.

DING I’m outside. Don’t keep me waiting.

DING That mouth better stay smart when I get you alone.

She’s not sure whether she wants to run or fall into him the second she sees him.

When Annie turns onto her street, Maya exhales sharply, because there he is.

Stack, leaning against his car, hood up, chain glinting in the porch light of Smoke and Annie’s house. Sweats hanging low on his hips like temptation. The second he sees the headlights, he stands upright.

Maya’s heart starts racing.

Annie parks with a slow exhale. “Tell my boy We’ll call him tomorrow. That’s if I wake up at a decent hour.”

Maya laughs weakly, grabbing her purse. “Pray for me.”

The moment she steps out of the car, Stack’s already walking toward her. There’s a fire in his eyes. Hungry, unblinking. His jaw is tight like he’s been clenching it since sundown.

“Hey, baby—”

He doesn’t let her finish. One strong arm wraps around her waist, the other gripping her jaw as he kisses her like he’s trying to erase every second they’ve been apart. Her knees damn near buckle.

“You think I’ma let you walk around touchin’ onmy brother’s woman like that and sending it to my phone?” he growls, lips brushing her ear.

“It was just fun—”

He grabs her chin, tilting her face back. “No. That was foreplay. And I don’t finish that shit in someone else’s house.”

He pulls open the car door and nods toward it.

“Get in.”

Maya climbs in without protest. Her thighs clench the second she’s seated. Stack rounds to the driver’s side, slides in, and shuts the door without looking back.

Inside, Annie’s barely shut the front door when she feels Smoke behind her.

She turns around slowly, only to be met with the heat of his stare.

“You drove?” he asks quietly.

She nods.

“Didn’t speed, did you?”

“No.”

“Good,” he says, stepping closer. “Because I need you alert for what’s about to happen.”

Her mouth opens, but his fingers press to her lips.

“No talking.”

She nods again.

Smoke’s shirt is gone before they even reach the stairs. He guides her up with a hand at her lower back and a promise in his grip.

Across town, Stack’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on Maya’s bare thigh. The air inside the car is thick with tension and gasoline.

Maya leans closer, fingers grazing the bulge in his lap through his sweats.

“You mad?” she teases, voice soft and sultry.

He doesn’t answer.

Just exhales through his nose and presses her thigh harder. Shaking his head no.

“Stack,” she whispers, pressing her palm to him fully now. “You gon’ punish me?”

He turns his head slowly, eyes locked on the road. “I’m not gonna punish you, Maya.”

She falters. “You not?”

He looks at her with a dark, intense, half a smirk on his face.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

As they arrive to their place, Stack doesn’t even let her walk. The second the door shuts, he lifts her by the waist, kissing her hard as he walks them down the hall to their bedroom.

“You wanna put on a show?” he grits, kicking the door open. “You got it.”

He drops her on the bed and stands over her.

“Take that dress off. Now.”

Maya pulls it up and over her head in one motion, bare underneath. No bra, no panties, just skin and sin and that cocky smile she always wears when she knows she’s close to breaking him.

Stack’s sweatpants drop next.

“You ready to be reminded?” he asks, crawling up the bed.

She nods, lips parted.

“Use your words, Ma.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He smiles. Dark. Dangerous.

“Good. Now stay right there while I put this mouth on you.”

Stack’s palms spread across Maya’s thighs, holding her open like he’s admiring his favorite painting. She’s laid back against the pillows, dress long gone, her legs parted for him. Bare and glistening under the soft lamp light.

“You knew what you was doin’,” he says, his voice deep and smooth as bourbon. “Sittin’ pretty in that booth, lettin’ her touch you like that. Dress ridin’ up. Eyes all dreamy like you wasn’t thinkin’ about me.”

“I was,” Maya breathes, already squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah?” He leans in, lips brushing her inner thigh, but not yet kissing. “Thinkin’ about how fast I’d flip you over when I got you alone? Or how loud you’d be when I put my mouth right…” His fingers drag through her slick heat, slow and teasing. “…here?”

Maya’s back arches.

“I’m gonna stretch you out nice and slow,” he murmurs. “Make you cum on my fingers first. Then my tongue. Then my dick. One by one, like you got levels to unlock.”

She lets out a shaky exhale. “You talk so much shit—”

“And you love every word of it.”

He grins as he slides one thick finger between her folds, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“You already drippin’, baby. You embarrassin’ yourself,” he teases. “Ain’t even done nothin’ yet.”

Maya lets out a soft moan as he circles her entrance. His touch is light, taunting. But she’s soaked, clenching already.

“Yeah, that’s what I like,” he whispers, slipping the finger in with delicious pressure. “Tight little grip like she don’t know me yet.”

Her hips twitch, legs tensing.

“Nah, don’t run,” Stack growls, pushing in deeper, curling his finger just right. “You wanted to tease me? Let Annie touch all up on you? Now you gon’ take everything I give you.”

Maya’s breath stutters, one hand reaching out to grab the sheets.

He smirks. “You gon’ grab somethin’, grab me.” He takes her hand and presses it to his wrist, right where his veins flex as he works his fingers in and out of her. “Hold on if it’s too much.”

She whimpers, nails grazing his skin.

“That’s it,” he coos, adding a second finger. “You feel that? That stretch right there?”

“Y-yeah,” she breathes, hips rocking toward him.

“That’s that ‘you been missin’ me’ stretch,” he says with a grin, fingers moving a little faster now. “That ‘ain’t nobody else touchin’ this’ stretch.”

Maya’s thighs tremble.

He curls both fingers again, pressing just right, watching her melt.

“Look at you,” he whispers, kissing her knee. “Already fightin’ it.”

“I’m so close,” she pants.

Stack doesn’t let up. His thumb finds her clit, slow and tight circles that match the rhythm of his fingers deep inside her.

“Good,” he growls. “Now cum for me. Right now. Just like that.”

Maya’s whole body tenses.

“Let it go, baby,” he whispers, leaning close, mouth near her ear. “Make a mess. Show me you mine.”

Her moan breaks open on the word mine. High and soft, thighs squeezing his wrist, hips arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes through her. Her breath catches in her throat, hands flying to his forearm to hold him there, right where she needs him.

“Damn,” Stack says under his breath, watching her fall apart. “So fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me.”

She’s still shaking when he pulls his fingers from her slowly, slick and glistening. He holds them up and watches the string of her arousal stretch between them.

“Whew,” he says with a low laugh. “You really was out here actin’ up with all this wetness in you?”

Maya rolls her head toward him, dazed. “You’re an asshole.”

“You say that every time,” he grins. “Right before you beg for more.”

He sucks his fingers clean, eyes never leaving hers.

“You got one down,” he says, climbing up her body, dragging his mouth across her collarbone. “And two more to go.”

Her legs are still twitching when he straddles her hips, his hard length pressed against her belly.

“I ain’t even started yet, baby,” he whispers, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You wanted me riled up. You got him.”

He kisses her again but it’s deeper now, slower. Then he breaks away with a devilish smirk.

“Next one’s with my mouth. You ready?”

Maya breathes out a soft, desperate laugh. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

He slides back down her body, mouth tracing the curve of her stomach. “And I’m about to make you say it while you cum on my tongue.”

Stack’s already got her hips in his hands before she can even catch her breath from the last orgasm. His grip is firm, possessive—but not rough. He spreads her thighs wider, slow and methodical, settling between them like he belongs there.

Because he does.

Maya’s still sensitive, still pulsing from the first wave he pulled out of her with his fingers, and now her body is caught in that edge between overwhelmed and aching for more.

“Daddy,” she whispers, fingers twitching against the sheets.

He lifts his head just enough to look at her.

“Nah, don’t start beggin’ yet,” he says, voice low and full of warning. “You ain’t even felt the part that breaks you.”

She opens her mouth to protest but then his tongue flicks against her clit, sharp and precise, and all her breath vanishes.

Her hips jerk and Stack tightens his grip.

“Stay still,” he murmurs into her, mouth already moving again. “Let me eat.”

And eat he does.

Slow at first. Just the flat of his tongue, teasing lazy strokes that graze her clit like he’s tracing it from memory. Then a kiss. Then a suck. Then a roll of his tongue that makes her thighs tremble. Maya gasps, one hand flying to his hair. She grips it tightly, anchoring herself.

But Stack doesn’t ease up.

He dives into her.

Mouth wide, tongue dancing in tight, wet circles before slipping down and dragging back up. He moans into her, that low, husky sound vibrating straight through her core, and Maya’s head falls back.

“Oh my God—Stack—”

Her voice breaks when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks with purpose. Not hard. Just right—that kind of suction that sends her eyes rolling back in her head.

He lets go with a soft pop and licks her again, slower now, tongue moving in deep, steady strokes as he speaks against her skin.

“You taste so good,” he growls, tongue flicking faster again. “You don’t even know.”

Maya whimpers.

“Oh you like that?” he teases, breath warm against her. “You like bein’ fed on like this?”

She nods, desperate. “Yes.. God yes, baby—”

“Mmhm. That’s what I thought,” he murmurs.

And then he gets mean with it.

He presses his mouth to her again. His tongue swirling, lips sealing around her clit as he sucks harder. His hands hold her down as her body starts to squirm, trying to escape and chase the feeling all at once.

Maya’s toes curl. Her back arches.

Her moans turn into helpless, breathy whines.

“Stack, please. it’s too—”

“You ain’t even there yet,” he growls.

He flattens his tongue and drags it up the full length of her slit, then circles her clit in fast, ruthless loops. Maya grabs his wrist, thighs clamping around his head, but Stack just grins and groans into her, turning his head slightly as he keeps going.

His beard is slick with her now, and he loves it.

“You gon’ cry for me this time?” he murmurs. “Let me see it.”

“I can’t—I—”

“Yes you can.”

He sucks again, merciless now.

And that’s it.

Maya lets out a broken moan, one that’s high and wrecked—as her second orgasm slams through her. Her thighs quiver. Her hands tighten in his hair. Her back arches so hard her shoulders lift off the bed.

“Oh my God, Elias—”

“Say my name,” he commands, not letting up even as she trembles through it.

She chokes on a sob, eyes squeezed shut. “Elias!”

He hums low, tongue still working her, dragging every last wave out of her until she’s twitching, panting, tears welling in her lashes.

Only then does he slow down, easing the pressure, licking her soft and slow, like he’s soothing her after the storm he became.

He finally lifts his head, lips swollen and glistening with her slick, beard damp, eyes wild.

Maya’s chest rises and falls in sharp bursts.

Stack grins.

“That’s two,” he says, licking his lips as he gazes down at her.

She covers her face with both hands, legs still trembling, a laugh breaking through her moans.

“You tryna kill me—”

“I’m bringin’ you back to life,” he murmurs, crawling back up over her. “Every time I make you cum, I’m just reminding you who you belong to.”

He kisses her. This time deep and messy, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Maya melts under him, lips moving with his, arms wrapping around his neck like she needs to hold on or float away.

Stack pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against hers.

“One more,” he whispers, voice dark and sweet like midnight. “You got one more in you right, mama?”

She nods, dazed.

“Yeah?”

“I got it.”

He smiles slow.

“Good. ‘Cause I need to feel you fall apart next time.”

He kisses her again, hips rolling against hers, thick and hard and ready.

“You cum on this dick,” he says, gripping her thigh. “And you don’t cum without permission.”

Stack’s got her right where he wants her.

Laid out under him, skin dewy, body still shaking from the last orgasm he pulled from her with nothing but his tongue and patience. Her chest rises and falls like she just ran miles, but her legs are already wrapping around his waist again. Needy, open, ready for him in all his charming glory.

He grips the back of her thigh and pushes it higher, spreading her wider, letting her feel the weight of him pressed against her center. Still slick. Still soaked.

Still his.

“You feelin’ greedy?” he mutters, lips brushing her ear as he grinds against her. “Two wasn’t enough?”

“I want you,” she whispers, breath catching.

“You got me,” he says, rubbing the thick head of his dick through her folds, slow and heavy. “You knew what this was when you sent that video.”

He presses in just an inch and watches her mouth drop open.

“There she go,” he breathes. “Always opens right up for me.”

He eases in slowly, stretching her around him inch by inch, watching her back arch with each push.

“You tight as hell,” he groans, gripping her hips. “Grippin’ me like you tryna trap me in.”

Maya moans, one hand sliding up his back, nails lightly digging into his shoulder blade.

Stack doesn’t move at first. Just stays there, heavy, full.

He leans over her, resting his weight on one arm, his mouth right at her ear.

“Here’s how this go,” he murmurs. “You don’t cum unless I tell you to.”

Her body tenses beneath him.

“You hear me?”

She nods, gasping, “Yes, daddy.”

“You feel it buildin’, you better hold it.”

He pulls out halfway then drives back in with a roll of his hips that has Maya choking on a sound too soft to be a scream, too loud to be a moan.

“Ffffuck,” she whimpers.

“Oh, you feelin’ it now, huh?” he taunts, thrusting again. “Look at ya. All that mouth at the club. But na’ you quiet. That pretty pussy doin’ all the talkin’ for ya.”

He rolls his hips again, this time grinding deeper, angling perfectly. Maya’s thighs start to tremble again, her body locking up as she tries to keep control.

“I said don’t cum,” he warns, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m—tryin’,” she breathes, but her voice is already breaking.

“You betta try harder,” Stack grits out, picking up the pace. “Hold it like a good girl.”

His strokes are ruthless now—deep, slow at first, then faster, more punishing, like he’s determined to carve his name into her walls.

He reaches between them and rubs his thumb over her clit in a tight, perfect circle.

Maya screams.

“Don’t. Cum.”

Her eyes roll back, mouth open, breath ragged.

“I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Stack growls, holding her down with one hand and continuing the rhythm that has her right on the edge. “You gon’ do this for me. You gon’ let me pull it outta you when I want. Not before.”

Her whole body is shaking now, her legs locked around him like she’s hanging on for dear life. He’s everywhere; his voice in her ear, his hand on her throat, his body inside her like he was made to fit there.

He slows it down just enough to make her ache.

Then leans in, kissing her lips. Soft, slow, then rougher as she claws at him, her restraint slipping.

“Please—please,” she begs, eyes wild now. “Let me come. I need it. ‘Lias, please—daddy.”

He groans into her mouth.

“You need it that bad?”

“Yes, yes, yes—”

“You ready to be ruined for real?”

“Yes.”

He drives into her hard, once, twice. Grinding against her until her toes curl and her thighs shake violently.

“Now,” he whispers darkly. “Let it go. Cum for me. Right now.”

The permission rips through her like a match to dry kindling.

Maya shatters.

Her whole body arches off the bed, a sob punching from her chest as her orgasm hits. Wild, uncontrollable, tearing through her like a wave that doesn’t end. Her hands scramble against his skin, clinging, clawing, dragging him deeper as she trembles under him.

“That’s it,” Stack breathes, watching her lose it. “That’s what I fuckin’ missed. That messy-ass, loud-ass, real-ass nut.”

He’s right behind her. Groaning into her neck as he finally lets go, thrusting deep, letting the heat and tightness of her pulsing around him drag his own orgasm out like a war cry.

He spills inside her with a low, possessive growl, still holding her close as their bodies shake together.

Minutes pass.

The only sound is heavy breathing. Sweat cooling. Skin pressed to skin.

Stack strokes her hip, lips against her temple.

“You alive?”

Maya laughs weakly. “Barely.”

He chuckles. “You did good.”

“I almost didn’t make it.”

“You always make it. Just need the right coach.”

She smacks his chest gently. “You so full of yourself.”

“I’m full of you right now,” he smirks, kissing her shoulder. “That count?”

She turns into him, smiling against his chest.

“…It counts.”

-

Stack has finally caught his breath when he feels her start to melt into him. Her leg draped over his, her cheek pressed to his chest, lips parted.

Her fingers twitch softly against his ribs, like she’s trying to hold onto him in her dreams already.

She mumbles something low. Barely audible.

“…told you I was gon’ ride you stupid…”

Stack chuckles, chest rumbling beneath her. “You did. You definitely tried.”

She hums sleepily. “Mmm… you smell like outside. And good decisions.”

He grins, tilting his head to look at her.

“You drunk?”

“No,” she mutters. “Just in love.”

Stack goes still. Something in his chest flips.

Maya snuggles in closer, her lips brushing his skin. “You make me feel safe, Elias…”

Her voice trails off as her breathing evens out, slow and soft.

He watches her for a long moment. Her eyes fluttering closed, mouth slack, skin glowing in the soft lamplight. Completely undone and folded into him like she belongs there.

His hand finds the curve of her back. Just rests there.

Stack blinks slow, heart full, lips curled into a faint smile.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I feel safe with you too.”

——

love, love, love | tyriq withers

you hadn’t seen tyriq in two years.

two years of pretending you were over him.

two years of trying to date other men who weren’t him.

two years of convincing your girls that you had “moved on” when your heart refused.

then tonight—fate, coincidence, or god’s personal joke—he walked into the same lounge you picked to clear your head.

he spotted you before you spotted him.

stopped.

froze.