#@thehonorablekingerik

[kimpossible1977]

He Cums Back

A/N: This is in relation to the post by @thehonorablekingerik. It’s not exactly the same but the post reminded me a lot of it. The event surrounding this story is true. I was only 17 when i wrote this. Enjoy.

 I turned eighteen four months before my ex-boyfriend died.  He called me on my birthday asking for sex to celebrate.  I was thankful that he remembered, but I turned him down. He was crazy for thinking that I would lose my precious virginity to someone that I doubted even loved me anymore. We dated seventh, eight and tenth grade. Granted all the times we broke up were my fault, except for the last time. The last time had been his fault, for the very first time. So I moved on without him, my senior year coming to an end. But then I got the phone call that Alexander was dead.  After going to his funeral earlier that afternoon, I lay surrounded by the purple comforters of my black metal day bed, listening to the Quiet Storm on the local radio station and the real storm going on outside of my window.  My mother and step dad were asleep in the room next door to mine, having long retired. The only light in my room came from the florescent flower inside of a black box lamp that played sweet nursery rhyme music when wound up.  There was a crash of lightening and then the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be this late at night. I checked the clock in the dark hallway on my way to the door. It was one in the morning. This wasn’t like me; it was way past my bed time. I opened the front door, the door that lead directly from the living room to the outside, and a gust of cool air hit my bare legs.  All I wore was a black t-shirt with my high school’s mascot on the front. I had forgotten to grab the matching sweatpants. Luckily for me, there was no one there. I cut the porch light on and looked around. My Golden Retriever, that sat guarding the back door that lead to the kitchen, came around form the back porch to see what was going on. I shook my head, explaining away my actions to him, and closed the door. Maybe I had fallen asleep without knowing it. I must have heard the doorbell in a dream.  I went back into my room closing the door, gently as possible, behind me.  I turned around ready to go back to bed, but there was a dark figure standing right in front of me.   I opened my mouth to scream, but a large hand covered my lips.  It was Alexander.   “Don’t scream” he said taking his hand from over my mouth.  I tried to back out of the room, but the door was closed and there was not enough space to open the door. He seemed to be all around me and I was trapped against the wall. “This is just a dream,” I said  squeezing my eyes shut and I began to cry.  “Does this feel like a dream?” He asked.  And then he kissed me.  His lips were soft and warm, unlike when I touched them just this afternoon while he lay in his casket.  I thought about the casket and tried to scream again, but his wet tongue was running back and forth over my lips. I felt my body tremble and give way to him.  Alexander pressed his full weight up against me.  He had always been built like a Mack truck with bulging muscles in his arms and thighs. I could also feel the hardness of his dick pressing against my left thigh through his baggy jeans.  “What are you doing here?”  I whispered enjoying the tongue lashing he was giving my neck. He always loved to suck and lick on my body, even when we were way too young to be doing the stuff that we did. But I loved it even more. His pink tongue gliding over my skin felt like heaven then and it did now.   Alexander let go of my body and looked into my eyes. “I just came to get what’s mine,” he said plain and simple. My firth thought was that he was going to kill me. I shut my eyes tightly and silently prayed because I was way too young to die. My poor mother would find me in this room, her only child, dead! But I opened my eyes, when I realized I was still alive, and watched as he walked over to my bed and began to undress. First his shoes, then his t-shirt, then the jeans.  Finally his eyes met mine as he removed his boxer shorts. He was erect and at full attention.  “Come here,” he commanded and as if in a trance, I did. I couldn’t speak and the urge to scream had left a few seconds ago as he held my hand in his and looked as if there was something he needed to say. Instead of talking though, he gripped my waist with his long dark fingers and pushed my body back on to the bed. He lay down on top of me and kissed me deeply. We played tug of war with our tongues as he caressed my thighs with his strong hands. I could feel them smoothly travel past my black silk panties to my stomach, then on to my breast that eagerly awaited his touch.  He squeezed first as if testing the ripeness. Then his fingers found my nipples. They were hard and sensitive before he even touched them by gliding his thumb over each one, then squeezing them between his thumb and forefingers. I moaned and squirmed under his weight.  Alexander sat up suddenly and pulled me up with him. He removed my t-shirt, leaving me in just my panties. He grabbed my short hair, pulling my head back so that my neck was fully exposed to his mouth. He attacked my throat like a vampire leaving the skin tight and sore. I knew little red marks would eventually form on that vicinity of my body down to my chest.  I could feel his eyes burning holes into me as he licked first the right nipple. I moaned trying my best to be quiet, I had no desire to for anyone to find me in this states. Not only was there the fact that I was making love in my mother’s house, but I didn’t really know who or what I was making love to. There had to be a special place in hell for this kind of stuff.  My nipple was growing so tight it was becoming painful.  His tongue was strategically placed in between my breast now as he fondled both nipples before moving his mouth onto the left one.    “Lay down,” he said coming up for a just a little air. I lay down, closed my eyes, and felt my panties being slipped off with just one finger. They were unwrapped from around my feet and tossed to the floor. There were more soft kisses on my lips, prompting me to reach out and caress his swollen dick. But he pushed my hand away and whispered, “No,” into my mouth, simultaneously removing his tongue and gliding it down the length of my body. At my pussy, he stopped to plant soft kisses where stubble had formed from a close shave. His lips wrapped around mine as if they were kissing him back while he held my thighs completely apart so that he could attack my clit with a hungry viciousness.  This was the first thing anything like this had ever been done to me. I hoisted myself up on my elbows to get a good look at his head working between my legs. His face burrowed deep into my pussy as he lapped away at my clit like it was his last supper. I felt the tingling start in my toes. I curled them up and tried to lift my butt up off of my cold sheets to get away from Alexander’s tongue, but he held me down with his body as he inserted his middle finger into my sopping wetness. His tongue and hand worked together as I came a sweet and agonizing cum on his face and finger.  I lay back on the bed exhausted, but not ready for this to end. My breath, once labored, was slowing down to a normal pace until I could feel his tongue the trail that my cum made from my pussy to my ass. He was licking me clean, even lifting my leg up and over my head to get the job done thoroughly. All I could do was claw at my bed sheets when his tongue began to probe my hole, in and out. Probes became sucks and I felt my heart stop.  Alexander sat up on his knees and spread my legs even further apart. They seemed to be all over the bed by now, numb. He pulled my body by my hips to him and wasted not a second, thrusting tenderly into me. I tried my best to get away from the dull pain as he penetrated where no man had gone before, but he gently pulled by body back to him again. Sweet pain turned into the feeling of fullness that seemed to incase more than just my womb, but my whole being as he rode my body. I watched him watching the meeting of pussy to dick over and over again. Effortlessly he put my limp legs over his shoulders and methodically rubbed my throbbing clit.  I shuddered as I felt myself exploding again. For the first time, a moan escaped him as I came on his dick, wetting him and warming him, he began to move faster in me. His thrusts were deep and strong, sweat mingled with sweat, and his moans became louder as did mine. My parents in the next room were totally forgotten.  His embrace became tighter and I could feel his muscles tighten as warmth seeped into every crevice of me. “Mmm,” we sighed breathlessly into the drenched skin of each other’s body.   “I love you,” Alexander whispered into my ear as he collapsed on top of me. His warm breath covered my face. His cum mingled with mine and dripped down my thighs. The only thing missing was the beating of his heart.  I woke up the next morning alone and naked in my bed. I hurried to put my shirt on and conceal my lower body with my disarrayed bed covers just as there was a knock at my door. My mother opened the door without an invitation. She eyes me suspiciously. I felt guilty. “You sure were making a lot of noise last night.”  I shook my head. “I just kept having the same dream over and over again. I didn’t sleep very good.” I flopped back down on the bed, put the covers over my head and pretended to try to retrieve my lost sleep. She closed the door.  I smiled to myself as I leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved my panties from under it. That’s when I saw Alexander’s clothes on the floor along with his shoes. I picked up his shirt and breathed the scent of him deeply into my lungs.

© 1995 Chelle Morgan

[thehonorablekingerik-blog]

anyone know any good fantasy books to read?

[thadelightfulone]

HA, you would love the ice part even though you helped with the feathers & pinwheel. I had to do it though...since they already did wax.

Glad you liked it boo! And thank you for helping me create my perfect club!!!

The ‘E’ Commandments: Sequel (Shibari/Sensation Play)

Use Me (Intro)

Daddy’s Rules

Sunset

Summary: Erik wants to teach his girl some thangs… 

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: SMUT…build up, cool down…there is always some SMUT. 

Warning: BDSM heavy…so if that is not your thing, there are plenty of other BP fics for you to read. Since the chapter names include the kink, please feel free to bypass any one that is not your speed. Unless you’re curious and want to learn a few things for yourself…in that case, ENJOY!!!

A/N: This is actually a two-part scene. I am releasing both parts back-to-back. ENJOY!!! If you are seeing this part first, go back and read DATE NIGHT

Erik holds the curtain open while Imani slowly walks into the play space. Being at the end of the hallway, the space is made up of two solid gray walls, a folding partition wall and the curtained entrance. The spotlights on the far wall glow teal and white building a natural light in the room under the windowed ceiling. With a guiding hand on her lower back, Erik and Imani walk to the center of the room where a bed lies against the other wall. Lowering herself onto the bed, she takes in her new surroundings.

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Ember 8

The Ride Continues.

Erik Stevens x Kimora Myers.

Summary: For this stage along the journey of Kimora and Erik being together, Erik spends some time with his client and new friend Cyprine. Erik and Cyprine POV

So Ember PART ONE will be exactly 15 chapters. Chapter 15 will be a 15A and 15B. 

“Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow” - Cherise Sinclair

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California called for rain that day; the liquid pouring down like hail almost. It was a humid rain; the kind where your skin felt sticky and everything clung to your body. It mistifies in the air and tracks this evergreen smell that reminds you of the tropics. As for Erik, he enjoyed the weather. The smell and the way the wind blew was his perfect utopia while he finished up on his client's car.

Cyprine.

[My name is Cyprine, but you can call me C.C] 

The girl he met not so long ago. Her Acura was definitely up to par;, especially for her standards. Erik could practically hear her sassy words cascading off her sharp tongue, causing him to smile and shake his head. He cranked some music, YG 10 TIMES playing on his Beats Pill.

Erik wipes in a circular motion over the brand new car engine that resides within her car, visibly pleased with his skills. It was crisp and shiny; the cast iron and aluminum alloy acting as a reflection as Erik smugly stared down into it.

You couldn’t tell him shit. Erik was THAT DUDE when it came down to fixing cars, even that dude in general.

He didn’t have the title for best Mechanic in Cali for nothing. He softly closed the hood of her car, lifting from his crouched position to wipe along the length of the car. His waterproof all black Timberlands dragged loudly along the concrete flooring and the tank top he wore clung to his tacky russet reddish-brown skin from the rain, stained in car engine oil.

A crack of thunder broke out, but Erik didn’t jump. He let out a breath before pulling out his phone, calling up Cyprine to give her the go-to come through and get her car.

“Guess who?” He leaned against her car, folding his legs.

“The guy who’s turning my Lucifer into sex on wheels.”

He chuckled softly, scratching his brow.

“Bingo.”

“That’s music to my ears...is it cool to come through now? I’m a little antsy as you could probably tell.”

“Depends if the weather is your best friend, it’s pretty crazy out there Cyprine.”

“And? I wanna feel that familiar leather on my back again Erik.”

Erik shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine by me, I’m here so.”

“Cool, be there in 20.”

———

Cyprine hung up with Erik, pulling up her lyft app right before clocking out from her job as an assistant curator at the Getty Center. It was a simple shift for her today, the cozy warmth of her office space giving her a comforting feel on this gloomy day. She had the task of assisting the lead curator in assembling and presenting the new renaissance exhibit set to start the following Monday. She closed her MacBook, unfolding her deep bronze shapely legs, sliding back from her desk. Cyprine has a natural strut that radiated erotica, walking towards her heavy duty antique coat rack that sat in a lone corner near the door to her office.

She picked up her black Akris belted cashmere overcoat, fastening it around her waist, picking up Her umbrella. Her Uber is just 5 minutes away, brown eyes staring at the GPS map of the car; a Dodge Charger, with a driver by the name of Kevin. Grabbing up her bag, she finally made her exit, closing and locking her office door. She felt someone brush past her, turning to find that it was her co-worker; Alicia. Alicia was an accounting manager there at the Getty Center.

“Don’t get that coat too wet now girl, I bet it cost a pretty penny.”

Cyprine looked over her shoulder, a light giggle escaping her lips, curly hair flipping.

“I’ll try not to, take care Alicia be careful out there.”

“Same to you C.C.”

———

Finally exiting the building, her Uber sat patiently and right on time, the heavy rain seemingly letting up and the clouds shifting. The click-clack of her olive green pumps pounded the pavement in a sweet melody, trickles of rain from the puddles splaying out from under her step. Cyprine’s dainty fingers finally grabbing hold of the back seat handle on the right side of the car. She slid in quickly, closing her umbrella and shutting the door with ease. She let out a relaxing breath, flipping her hair over her shoulders.

“Cyprine right?”

“Yes, that would be me.” She eyed the cute young man in the rear view mirror. His eyes lingered for a minute, his oval-shaped pure hazel orbs finally settling on his phone as he started the route.

“Headed over to Golden Speed?”

She looked up as the car headed into traffic.

“You know that mechanic shop?”

“Yeah, it’s the best in Cali.”

Cyprine places a small smile on her lips, Erik himself making its way into her brain.

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“It’s gonna be about 1500 for the interior design, and then roughly 3000 for the new engine.”

Erik sat behind his desk, twiddling a pen in his hand as he studied a file in front of him that he created for a new client. The phone call was with that very client; a Lakers player.

“You want a good quality engine right? I’m good for it homie, that’s what I’m known for.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, then afterward a snicker; clearly, the guy on the other line had said something hilarious.

“Listen, I’m not gonna keep you, bro,  just come through in two days and I can get you started...ared take care.”

Erik hung up, lifting from his desk at the same time as he heard that familiar voice.

“Is there an Erik Stevens available? I’m here for a pickup.” 

Erik followed that melody of a voice with his ears, finally meeting the eyes of C.C, her hands untying the belt of her fancy black coat, olive green pumps echoing as she walked towards him. A tight yellow turtleneck dress was underneath that very coat, her hair in its natural state, with soft curls, parted on the side.

She reached out her hand playfully, a professional look on her face.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Cyprine.”

Erik cleared his throat, fighting a dimpled smile to keep up with the charade.

“Cyprine huh? It’s a please miss.” 

Erik did a bow, kissing her hand playfully, with a waggle of his eyebrows. Cyprine snorted a laughter, pulling her hand away before slapping Erik playfully on the shoulder.

“You miss me, little nigga?” Erik leaned forward on his desk, tilting his head in her face as if daring her to say otherwise.

“Not as much as I missed my Lucifer where is she?!!”

“Patience is a virtue.” His appealing voice replied, lifting from his workstation.

She kissed her teeth, finally removing her cashmere coat and tossing it on Erik’s desk. Erik turned towards her, walking backward in the direction of her car that he covered for a surprise. His eyes roamed over her from her head to her toes, then back up, before finally meeting her eyes again.

“Who the fuck you tryna impress?”

Cyprine held his stare before giving him an evil eye.

“I don’t have to try when it comes down to catching a nigga attention. Men are easy prey.”

Erik’s eyebrows disappeared under his dreads.

“eh, not all guys. Some are predators.” He was visibly amused.

Erik turned to continue his trail, finally stopping in front of her car.

“Now, are you sure you’re ready?”

She felt antsy, her fingers twiddling and feet pacing.

“Yeah, I’m ready just pull the sheet back.”

“No countdown?” Erik suggested with a mild expression on his face.

“No, no. Just do it E.”

Erik gave her a triumphant smirk, gripping the end of the cover before flinging it back in one clean motion, gathering the fabric.

He heard her gasp loud in his ears, that same feeling he always got whenever he made a client happy filling his chest.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

It was beautiful, every single detail she gave him finally made a reality. The candy apple green was dangerous; almost like poison, and she just knew that she would fuck shit up on the road with this baby. The diamond-encrusted headrests that spelled out Lucifer gave her an early 2000s type of feel.

“Fucking sex on wheels.” She stared at it longingly.

“Nasty sex on wheels.” Replied Erik, rubbing the roof of the car.

“Damn Erik. You didn’t come to play did you?”

He opened his arms wide, his ego definitely on a trillion.

“Need I remind you? I’m the one for a reason girl.”

She rolled her eyes into her head, walking up to the car. The look on Cyprine’s face was the look he enjoyed seeing. She was drawn to this new whip and the way her fingers stroked the surface let Erik know that she would make even better use of this.

“Now this what I want you to do.”

Erik motioned with his hand for her to come around to him.

“C’mere, get in the car and start it up.”

Cyprine took no time to walk around towards Erik, stepping in front of him quickly and excitedly, damn near knocking him back with her hips.

“Damn girl.” Erik stumbles a little before catching himself.

“Don’t let me find out you can’t handle curves, Erik.”

He looked slack-jawed like somebody hit him clean across his face. That look had her hollering with laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said some shit like that out your mouth.” That’s all he could muster.

“Shhh.”

She hushed him, finally opening her car door and slipping inside. It smelled like sandalwood and cedar; guessing that it was Erik’s scent that filled her nostrils from the time he spent designing the interior.

Cyprine closed the door, grasping her familiar keys. She turned the ignition, feeling the car rumble under her, vibrating her body.

Erik knocked on her window, causing her to lower it ever so slightly.

“Pump the gas pedal. Don’t hold back either.”

She had a wide-eyed expression, her heeled foot pressing down on the gas pedal in short bursts.

That damn engine. 

“You hear that engine girl? 191 Horsepower. You hear the way it’s revving up?”

Both of their eyes locked in a shared understanding.

She pumped it again, letting her foot settle on the gas peddle a little longer, watching Erik’s face contort in absolute pleasure. If you could get off on cars, Erik sure as hell would, she thought.

It was like music to her ears. She felt like she was in a fast and furious movie the way it sounded.

“Fuck me sideways.” She spoke.

“Like you said, sex on wheels right? I think it’ll fuck you more ways than that.”

Cyprine let out a soft chuckle, turning her gaze to Erik. She tilted her head back against the seat, a grateful look in her eyes, and maybe tears?

“Aye! Don’t start that shit girl.”

“I can’t help it! It’s so fucking beautiful.” She wiped at her eyes, groaning.

“I’m such a fucking baby with shit like this.”

Erik opened her car door, holding out his hand to help her out. She pulled at her dress, the fabric bunched up from her sitting.

“It’s no problem with that, you are all around pleased with my work and I’m more than proud to see that look on your pretty face. You looked like a child at Christmas time girl.”

She couldn’t help but to smile at that, the touchy side of her lunging forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him in for a hug. It happened just as quick as it started, C.C pulling away.

“I’m sorry I felt like you deserved that.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s just a damn hug you act like you tried to kill me.”

She shoved him.

“Smart ass.”

“You smell good though so it’s coo.”

Erik turned to walk away back to his workstation, pulling out her file.

“Okay so everything is paid for, you like the design. All ends were met so we are good Miss Cyprine. All I need is for you to sign these areas that I have marked with an X, just to confirm everything.”

Cyprine grabbed a ballpoint gold ink pen from a small cup on Erik’s desk, leaning forward to study the script.

“Sign here..” Erik tapped on the paper delicately with his pointer finger.

“Then here…” Cyprine made one last swish of her wrist as she wrote out the fancy cursive of her name in Erik’s signature gold ink.

Erik smiles goofily at her, closing her file and placing it in a neat pile on top of at least 10 others.

“Wow. A hard-working man who makes his money.”

She was impressed. She may not have understood the workings of a mechanical engineer, but she understood hustle, and Erik was that and then some.

“Making money doing what I love. That’s always been my goal.”

She focused her eyes on an empty space between them, before shaking her head slightly, staring down at her fingers.

“Honestly, Erik I really appreciate what you’ve done.”

“Don’t trip, it’s not a problem.”

Her feet were beginning to bother her, finally deciding to seat herself on the edge of his desk.

“Long ass day?” Erik asked.

“Yes. My feet are killing me and I need a drink. It’s a Friday night why the hell not right?”

Erik stroked his beard, both of their eyes meeting before Erik broke it off, a thought surfacing.

“Well, seeing as we’re friends and all, you could cruise through my place. We can get drunk and listen to some music? how’s that sound?”

Cyprine paused, one eyebrow arched perfectly and questioningly.

“Your place?”

“Yeah.” Erik’s shoulders shot up.

“What’s so special about your place?”

“Step foot in it then you’ll see.”

“Well, what if I don’t like it?” She teased.

“You mean what if you LOVE IT.”

“You smug motherfucker.” He was irritating.

“So what’s it gonna be little nigga? Drinking alone? Or drinking with me?”

She pondered that, her eyes squinting on him to try and read any sign of a joke, but he was dead serious.

“Fine. Lead the way host.”

“Yee! That’s what’s up.” His huge brown eyes dancing with humor.

Erik pointed to her Lucifer.

“Let’s see how quick you can keep up with me in these streets with that car of yours.”

She liked a challenge, taking no time to agree with Erik.

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see then Erik.”

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Erik pulled his matte black Audi R8 with gold trimming into the roundabout lobby entrance outside of his luxury loft apartment building. He pulled up to the garage, entering in his personal PIN number to allow access into the garage to park. His favorite spot on the first level was available, pulling in swiftly. The engine made an intense vroom vroom sound, then came to a complete stop, his eyes training on the new and improved Acura pull up behind him. He smiled like the Cheshire Cat, his competitive, fixed eyes watching her window roll down, her curly mane whipping out the window, chocolate face coming into view with a bright white smile.

“You cheater! You lucky I don’t know where you stay I would have been the first one pulling in here.”

“I like how you believe that!! You must not know girl I race cars faster than both of ours stop playing with me!!.”

Erik pulled his head back into his car, finally opening the door to exit, quickly opening the back door to grab his uniform top with the Golden Speed logo embroidered on the small front pocket.

Erik motioned for C.C to follow him towards the revolving doors, the light from the fancy chandelier drawing patterns along those swinging doors. Erik sped in first, quickly twirling the doors to make it difficult for C.C to get through. He watched her annoyed expression, that small hand of hers giving him the finger before lunging forward to squeeze her tiny but voluptuous frame inside. Her heels clicked quickly along the marble flooring before finally making it into the air-conditioned building, coming face to face with extra Erik.

“You see these shoes right? You know it’s such thing as death by heels.”

Erik scuffed folding his arms, eyes falling to her heeled feet and strong calves.

“The way your legs are built you would have been alright C.C.”

“Oh, so I have nice legs?” She questioned slyly, walking ahead of him with a switch in her hips to purposely showcase her stallion legs. They glowed like she was dipped in a bath of essential oils.

“They cool.” Erik shrugged nonchalantly, speeding up to meet her strides, bumping her softly.

Erik made it to the elevators, pressing the ascending button. Cyprine stares at both of their reflections on the elevator directly in front of them, her oval-shaped brown eyes falling on Erik’s purposely low ones. He gave her a wink, followed by a charming smile, causing her to look down at her olive green pumps, watching the way her feet slid across the polished flooring. A soft ding sounded to her right, indicating that the last elevator out of the four was available for them.

“Ladies first.” Erik motioned for Cyprine to go first, reaching out from behind her to hold open the elevator door so it wouldn’t close; it had the tendency to do that in these buildings.

“Such a gentleman Mr. Stevens.” She spoke softly, focusing on Erik’s toned frame enter the elevator, turning his back towards her, his pointer finger pressing number 12. He rested his body against the mirrored wall just behind him, his eyes staring up at the many rows of light panels that littered the ceiling. His arms were folded over each other, fingers resting in the crease of his arms.

The smell that radiated off of him was the smell of rain with a hint of apricot or peach mixed with a woodsy scent. It was masculine but soft and inviting. Cyprine caught herself turning her head towards him to get a better whiff, pausing when she caught sight of him eyeing her down with a curious flicker of his eyebrow.

“Are you smelling me?” He had amusement in the way he asked that as if he were trying to make her feel uncomfortable next to him. She rolled her eyes heavily into her head, almost as if she were possessed. But deep down, Erik knew and I’m sure she knew, the effect that he caused.

“Maybe I am. You’re so close.”

“Hmph...did you know that this elevator space is roughly 80 inches wide? Then I would say about...54 inches in depth from the back wall to the elevator door.”

“I had no clue E...I’m not an expert on such things,” Cyprine commented with sarcasm, making quotations with her fingers.

“Well, the point I’m trying to make is that out of all the space within this elevator...you decide to stay settled next to me.”

Erik continues, leaning his right shoulder against the wall, downcasting his eyes on Cyprine.

“You ever notice how when there is one person on an elevator, they stand in the center, then when someone else comes in that person moves to the corner?”

Erik leaned down towards her face, Cyprine looking forward towards the LED screen, watching the count from each floor.

8, 9, 10…

“You didn’t do that though...your ass just wanted to be near me. Say it.”

“I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

The elevator dinged, sliding open slow, Erik’s double doors to his loft staring straight ahead.

“Come on little nigga just say it and we can go.”

Cyprine lifted from the elevator wall, flipping her hair like a diva, preparing to make her exit, only to have Erik lunge forward, stepping in front of her to block her from leaving.

“You insufferable ass.” She had her hands on her hips, eyeing him from head to toe with malice.

“You insufferable ass.” Erik mocked, following up with a low dark chuckle that would usually make your knees weak but in this case, Cyprine was hungry, tired, and her pretty pedicured feet wanted freedom from the tight hold her pumps were providing.

“SAY IT. And I’ll let you pass.” He waited there, his eyes never leaving her face; unblinking.

Cyprine’s bratty nature fought to be difficult but that wouldn’t help situations, Erik would simply toy with her further, almost tormenting.

“You smell like a tropical rainforest with a hint of fresh soil and wet oak. HAPPY?!”

Erik had this bewildered look on his face, something she couldn’t quite describe but the way his tongue dragged along the inside of his mouth, those gold slugs shining as if they were freshly polished, and his full lips pulling back over his teeth was evidence that he took that response as a “yes”

“You gonna move or what irky.” She stepped forward, pushing her front against him forcefully to attempt pushing him back and out of the way.

“I love it when you women do that, Y'all actually think you can move all this muscle.” Erik finally stepped away, turning towards his door.

“Just like you men think Y'all always run shit when you don’t be running nothing but ya mouths.” Snapped Cyprine.

“Oh, we gonna have a discussion baby girl when we get in here.”

Erik patted his black cargo pockets, face set in a confused expression, his eyebrows knitted together extra tight. Did I leave them in the ignition? Nah, I couldn’t have that doesn’t make sense, he thought.  Did I drop them while coming in the building? Panic set in a little at the thought of misplacing his keys when FINALLY he felt the hard outline of them deep within a lower pocket on the left side of his pants. He let out a sigh, pulling them out swiftly to unlock the doors to his domain.

“For a second there I thought we would have to call a locksmith.” Teased Cyprine.

“Shut up!” Erik barked over his shoulder, finally pushing his doors open, darkness awaiting ahead.

Cyprine watched as Erik disappeared into his Loft, then it was her turn to make a move. She took a tentative step forward, silence within his home as she finally slipped beyond those doors, closing them behind her. Swiftly, the lights one by one ignited the place, shocking her for a moment. She heard Erik’s familiar devious chuckle past the grand foyer, beyond a wall that was littered with many paintings; mostly abstract with amazing color contrast.

She shook her head slowly, stepping around the wall to find Erik perched against a railing that led down a small staircase into his living room area. Cyprine would usually respond to his shenanigans but the sight before she had her lips sealed tight. It was a large adaptable open space. It was beautiful, luxurious with its contrast of creams, browns, and deep royal blues. The wide ceiling to floor windows gave you the best view of downtown with the twinkling lights from the skyscrapers and the bustling cars down below. There was an edgy staircase with a glass railing leading to the upper level, and a matching one going downward towards what she assumed was the basement. She settled at the top of the short staircase, mouth slightly parted and eyes filled with awe and admiration.

“Is it okay to say I told you so yet little nigga?!”

Cyprine settles her gaze back on Erik, eyes flickering to his sock covered feet rubbing into the alpaca fur rug. He had his chin up and chest poked out with pride, winking at her with a smile.

“Not quite. Don’t get your hopes up high I still haven’t seen the entire place yet.” She removed her heels, feet pressing firmly against the polished marble flooring. The lime green color popped against the floor and of course her mahogany skin.

“But your living room area is amazing though, I’ll rate it a 10/10. Who is your interior designer?!! I mean this shit is beautiful.”

“A client of mines, we had small talk and he told me he does interior design work so I hired him. He basically is in charge of keeping up with the look of my home, and I give him free car work.”

Cyprine was VERY impressed by Erik.

“Well, I may need to hire him because DAMN. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you his info but for now..”

Erik motioned for her to follow him.

“Let me give you a tour of my crib before we let loose.”

Let loose? What was she in for? This was going to be a long night.

Cyprine followed Erik, watching his muscular back,  solid and strapping, as he walked ahead of her. Cyprine couldn’t help but train her eyes there, this nigga Erik was BUILT. She didn’t want to comment on his physique, afraid he might not like the approval.

“Dining room, that as you can probably tell I don’t use.”

An asymmetrical glass wine cabinet as big as the staircase above it was outstanding. Every rack was filled with a bottle of wine whether it be white or red, sweet or dry. Cyprine could faintly make out the date 1977 on a bottle of Caymus Cabernet Sauvignon; 40 years old.  She then eyed the edgy long brown dining table with matching seats that could hold at least 20 people. There was a simple plant in the middle; what looked to be white roses.

“Wow...how could you not eat in here?” She was genuinely curious.

“More for display honestly, but I have used it for dinner parties with some friends, courtesy to Mama B.”

Mama B? Cyprine briefly wondered about that before Erik continued on, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Give me a rating. You’re not getting out of this one.”

She smiled softly, “10/10 Erik. Now keep going host I’m sure there is plenty more.”

Erik curved a corner, gone from sight for a second until Cyprine finally caught up, the view in front of her practically knocking her back a few notches.

“This is where I throw down girl. Don’t play with me either I can sense the snide comments. Big E can cook baby.”

“Big E can burn some shit” she replied with a small snort.

There was an increase in the pitch of his voice.

“Lil nigga...when you step into my place, beyond those fucking doors, you don’t play with me right?!” He had a slight closed lip smile on his face that she didn’t bother to pay any attention to.

Two sets of kitchen islands sat in the middle with four bar chairs each, quartz countertops even including the ones near the sink, oven, and impressive smart refrigerator in a stainless steel.  It was as if she stepped into a kitchen owned by a celebrity chef.

“What the fuck.” She muttered under her breath as she stepped into the fancy kitchen area. This dude even had a walk-in freezer box with a glass door!

“You-I-.”

She couldn’t even speak proper words.

“You-I-what?” He couldn’t hold back the heavily dimpled smile then. The more shocked she looked, the more triumphant it made him.

“Okay, So...I have nothing bad to say about this loft so far. You got the room for me?” She laughed softly, waving him away with her hand.

“It’s  coo I’m kidding.”

“I got the room for 4 maybe,” Erik replies with one raised eyebrow.

“Aight so let’s go to our final destination. I’m not gonna drag your little ass all over the place.”

Erik walked around one of the counters, heading back out towards the living room.

Down those stairs they went, the plush carpet comforting her now bearable feet. There was a long hallway to travel down, an archway ahead of them. Finally, within that room, Erik flicked on the lights, throwing his arms out to welcome her into his-

“MAN CAVE.”

walls were a beige color but the outer lining was painted all black, a fancy bar off to the side in black marble with gold trimming, a wall rack behind it filled with liquor. Any drink you could imagine was on those racks, Ciroc of different flavors, Hennessy, Patron, 1800, more wine, Long Island, Skyy Vodkas, Jose Cuervo margaritas, Rum, and many more. A big black leather L shaped couch was in the middle of the den, with a small beige and black coffee table in the center.

A large TV, almost like a projector screen, was on the wall straight ahead, and in the far corner, there was a pool table and a mini kitchen that housed a countertop, a glass rack, and cabinets. The walls had different worldly art on them, the most she could make out was from Africa, and what looked like pieces from India, maybe even Russia?

All in all, this place was screaming Erik everywhere. The gold and black aesthetic was all him and she could tell by the few pieces of clothing that littered here and there, this was his main area. He probably sleeps down here too, she thought.

“You wouldn’t believe this if I told you.”

Cyprine’s head whipped towards the direction of Erik behind the bar, pulling on a fresh T-shirt and tossing his dirty white beater. She blinked a few times to focus.

“Try me.”

His shoulders bunched upward, “I took a bartending course about...three or four months ago.” Erik pulled out a cocktail strainer, a jigger, an ice tong, stainless steel cocktail shakers, and bottle pourers.

“Didn’t feel like paying money for drinks at the bar huh?” Cyprine finally walked over towards him, settling on one of his leather bar stools. She peered over the bar, seeing a sink there with draft taps and an icebox. She was amazed by this man and his place.

“I didn’t feel like paying for drinks that tasted like water instead of liquor what’s the fun in that shit? What the fuck I look like going to some hyped up lounge paying anywhere from 11 to 20 dollars for bar drinks? Then they wanna run you a couple hundred for bottles of champagne that taste like piss.”

“How the fuck you know how piss taste?! Let me find out!” Cyprine barked out a laughter, clutching her chest right above her bouncing breasts. Erik pulled a few ice cubes out of his icebox, quickly chucking them at her while she successfully dodged the first but not the last one.

He was big mad about this for some reason, and that had Cyprine snickering into the palm of her hand. Erik could be so funny even when he wasn’t trying, which was most of the time she got to know him.

“So, what makes you so special huh?” Cyprine rested her chin on the palm of her hand, watching as Erik turned away from her, studying his drink rack.

“Well, let’s think about the 1920s, right? EVERYBODY was drinking. Bootleggers made hella money off of secret parties filled with alcohol. Back then, they partied and it didn’t end in chaos like now; people acting a fool. Nah, the parties we HAD-not talking about white people..” he paused, looking over his shoulder to see if she was paying attention. Cyprine leaned back and looked up to show him she had focus.

“Nah, we had it big. People drank to enjoy themselves, that’s what I wanna do. I wanna drink to enjoy myself and why not make other people enjoy themselves right? Make a banging ass drink and let the festivities began. You agree?”

Cyprine didn’t expect a full blown explanation from Erik with a bit of history added into the mix over his reason for getting his bartender license. However, she thoroughly enjoyed hearing him talk the way he talked, all knowledgeable and excited.

“Wow. You just gave me more hope than I had before E. I like a good drink, so why don’t you surprise me huh?”

That charming smile resurfaced, and from there Erik went to work pulling down bottles she couldn’t quite catch.

“Alexa, play Up by LoveRance.”

The instrumental started out in that melody that had your hips rolling. Cyprine naturally fell into music, she was a dancer so of course, it came naturally to her. The music was a start that had he ready to unwind with him.

“So, we plan on getting drunk?”

“Why you saying WE like I’m making that decision for you lil nigga?”

“Because you’re the one making the special drinks irky. So, should I be worried?”

Erik brought over his bottles, but instead of keeping them in view, he decides to hide them under the bar. Sly ass motherfucker. 

“What type of drunk are you? Let me know now before I give you my hook up. C’mon girl I don’t need you throwing up and pissing on yourself.”

Cyprine could slap the black off his skin for playing with her like that.

“FUCK YOU. I’m not a sloppy drunk. I’m very mellow when I drink, depends on how much you give me and I am OUT.”

“I can deal with that.” Replied Erik, eyes never leaving his motions as he mixed. He would use the jigger to pour into his drink mixer, shaking it over his head, dreads swinging to his motions, the ice rattling along the stainless steel of the mixer cup.

“Oh, you don’t need to work in a bar.”

“Why the fuck not? I got skills.” His voice cracked a little in the most serene way, half smiling with those teeth that would make you wet.

“Because you’re a distraction, sir. Your tip bucket would be filled with panties, not money.”

Erik didn't respond, but his eyes glanced sideways, eyebrow raised with a tilt of his head as if he were trying to read beyond her response. With a shrug of his shoulders, he sucked on the tips of his fingers to remove some liquid, finally lifting up a cocktail glass, sliding it towards her.

Cyprine studies the burnt orange liquid, a lemon on the side as a garnish.

She grips the stem of the glass softly, while her other hand graces the top of the sweating glass. She took a whiff of it, so far lemon  I.Tshe thought.

Slowly, her bow-shaped lips parted, hanging over the edge of the glass with her eyes closed. The liquid began to drizzle into her warm mouth.

She made an audible whimper in the back of her throat. Damn. Whatever he did it was fucking fantastic. She definitely could distinguish the taste of Hennessy, but what else? It was so well mixed that you got a burst of flavors, and that did nothing but make her taste buds tingle.

A beatific expression overcame her soft features, dreamy eyes landing on Erik.

“What is this? That’s all I want to know.”

“It’s called Between the Sheets.” 

She sure as hell felt like she was between the sheets. That and LoveRance in the background talking about beating the pussy up made her feel like she was really between a mattress and a man with a long hard dick.

“Mhmm.” That’s all she could say as she went back to savoring her drink.

“Hennessy V.S, light rum, Grand Mariner, fresh lemon juice.”

Erik watched her tip the last bits into her mouth, licking her lips slowly before flipping her hair over her shoulder, sliding her empty glass towards Erik expectantly.

“More please.”

“So graceful.” He teased with a smile, biting his lip.

“Make it in a bigger cup though that wasn’t enough.” She replies with a raise of her chin.

Erik took a sip of his simple glass of Hennessy Black,  pulling the drinks from under the bar to make her another round.

The song changed to XXX by Kendrick Lamar.

“Tell me what you do for a living C.C?”

Cyprine took a black velvet scrunchie out of her Fendi shoulder bag, pulling her curly hair up into a pineapple, the short hairs in the back of her neck and on the sides of her face falling out with a bounce.

“Assistant Curator at the Getty Center.”

“Impressive,” Erik added her garnish for a finishing touch, handing over her glass swiftly.

“I plan on being head Curator. Give me about 3 more months.”

“I don’t doubt it girl, you got potential.”

“How do you know? You hardly know me.”

“I know that any black woman who packages herself as well as you do with an attitude got her shit on lock and ain’t about to stop for nothing or nobody.”

“Yeah, you right about that nigga.”

“Of course I’m right. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that girl.”

Erik gave her a warning look.

“Don’t make me have to remind you again.”

Cyprine bent her head, hugging her arms with a smile gracing her lips.

“Yes, Mr. Stevens.”

Cyprine took a generous sip of her second drink, watching as Erik kneaded his right shoulder, rolling both twice before letting out a soft moan.

“Tense?” She asked out of curiosity.

“Pretty much. My body is sore.”

“Hmm…” Cyprine drummed her fingers on the surface of the bar for a second, before letting out a smooth breath.

“Sit down right here.”

“Why?”

“So I can be of assistance. I have magical fingers I can help you work out those kinks in your shoulders.”

Erik strokes his beard, studying her for a second before walking around to where she sat, making himself comfortable. Cyprine eases off the stool, her blood feeling as if it rushed to her head from just two drinks.

Erik, of course, was physically bigger than her. Even sitting down, C.C had to stand on her tiptoes almost to get a good grip on his shoulders.

Erik threaded a hand through his hair, looking over his shoulder as her hands took their place on his upper back. She pressed the pads of her thumbs into his shoulder blades hard in a circular motion, feeling Erik’s toned back arch.

“Woah.” He chuckled softly.

“Do That again but harder this time.” He instructed, feeling Cyprine’s thumbs stab deeper into his upper back, almost painful but he loved it. “Fuckkk.” He sounded out softly, his head falling forward.

The knots in his muscles seemed to melt away after all that increasing pressure.

He had an alluring expression on his face, hands bracing the bar tightly as she moved one hand to his right shoulder, and another hand to the back of his neck. She used the pads of four of her fingers to rub in a pressured circular motion, faintly hearing the bones of his lower neck crack.

“Jesus Erik that sounded like the body of an old ass man.” She teased.

“If you were working five days a week doing nothing but crouching, kneeling, heavy lifting, and pulling, you would be saying the same shit about your body.”

“I would never let my precious temple get this bad.”

Erik had a calculating look on his face.

“You must have a man to work out the kinks after he folds that body while he fucking you.”

Cyprine tried to compose herself after that nasty comment, her weary gaze aimed at Erik’s back.

“There, all finished.” She stepped away quickly, grabbing her drink to swallow the last bit.

“I’d like to try something new please.”

Erik huffed like an overgrown child.

“That’s it? The middle of my back still hurts C.C.”

He had a pout in his lips and it was the cutest thing she had ever witnessed from him. Nope nope.

“Make me another special mix, and if I’m up to it I’ll finish the job.”

______________________

Erik got to working on another Hennessy mix while Cyprine watched with interest, giggling at him from time to time.

“This one is called Black Velvet.” 

Cyprine wasted no time to begin drinking. Velvet on the tongue, warmth in the heart. This drink was seductive and elegant on the palate and it definitely would keep you coming back for more.

“Slow down girl before you catch that heat,” Erik warned her with humor.

“Well, what if I want the heat?” Erik and Cyprine shared a look.

“Calm that kitty down lil nigga. Don’t let me find out you're frisky when you drink.”

She gave a half shrug, inclining her head to the side.

“One thing's for sure I get horny when I drink.” It went quiet then...

Hem hem was the audible sound of Erik clearing his throat as he finished off his third glass of Hennessy Black.

The time wasn’t even a thought and so was the drinks. The sink behind Erik’s bar was filled with orange and lemon peels, wasted ice, and dirty shakers. The duo was nothing but a snickering, goofy, non-comprehensive mess and it was a sight to see.

“Equinox.”

Erik’s T-shirt was discarded now from all the mess he made, the beautiful body that would usually go unnoticed did for Cyprine. She was so tipsy that the sight in front of her didn’t matter.

“Equinocssss.” She sounded out slow and with a slur, her shoulders rolling and her chin elevated with grace. She bounced on the stool, her ass jiggling with every motion as if a man were behind her to tease. She grabbed the glass, bringing it to her bow-shaped lips. A moan escaped her mouth and her hand came crashing with the smooth surface of the bar, slapping it hard.

“What exactly does that mean hmmm???”

“When everything is in balance, that is the equinox.” Erik shoved his hands in his cargo pockets, his eyes so low you would confuse it with sleepwalking. He had a smirk on his face and that tongue kept creeping out of its cavern to lick at his already lubricated lips.

“You should make your own drink, the way you’re advertising this shit. I would buy it for sure.”

C.C took another sip before throwing her hands up, almost knocking the glass over.

“Oops.”

“Why are you single Cyprine?” Erik checked the weight of his bottle of Hennessy black before pouring another glass.

“Cuz guys can’t handle me that’s why. I’m not a bad girl for no reason.”

“So you’re breaking hearts huh? Devil wearing Fendi?”

“I’m not that bad!!! I’ve had my heart broken for the record. But, if I smell bullshit, you might as well turn the other way, and I can smell bullshit on a nigga Okur.”

Erik leans in towards her.

“Besides smelling like a rainforest, do you smell bullshit on me?”

Cyprine leans in towards his neck, taking a long obnoxious sniff causing Erik to snort loudly.

“Nah, you just smell like you.”

“You hella funny when you drink,” Erik replies.

She attempted to drink, but it was gone.

“Well, I need another it seems.” She pouted.

“Something new or another Equinox.”

“Something new!!!” She clapped her hands together happily.

“By the way Erik, if you’re single, why?”

He cocked his head, pausing to gather his thoughts.

“I’ve had plenty of reasons why I’m single.”

“Damn E, why in the fucking world would you be single? It just doesn’t make sense...unless you're a womanizer?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I want a woman who's my equal, who can take what I’m dishing out.”

Erik handed her a small glass, watching her take a sip, a knowing smile gracing her soft lips.

“Henny and pineapple juice.” He Spoke for her.

“So...when was the last time…”

Cyprine spaces out, her finger dipping into her glass, twirling it.

“The last time I had sex?” Erik finished for her.

“About...4 ½ maybe 5 months ago.”

Cyprine’s throat went sore from swallowing her drink the wrong way.

“No fucking way.”

She didn't want to believe that at all. Erik didn’t seem the type to go that long without some pussy.

“Saving yourself?” She toyed with a lock of hair, her eyes looking as if she were bewildered.

“Uhh...I guess you can say that, but not really, not until marriage or anything, I’m just picky with my women.” He laughed softly, taking a long sip of his drink.

Cyprine figures that maybe there was a girl he admires, and from that, she could discern that she had to have all the qualities he wanted in a woman.

“You like them chocolate, intellectual, freaky..”

“Goofy, sexy, stylish.” Erik finished, counting off on his fingers.

They paused, laughing obnoxiously before stopping suddenly to drink some more.

________________

“Erik it’s almost 10pm.” Cyprine’s eyes scanned the dirty bar, her arm a little wet from spilled drinks. She yawned, her head lolling back and forth like a rag doll. Erik snapped his fingers, causing her to open her eyes quickly.

“You were right when you said you get tired.” He kissed his teeth.

“I can’t help it, I had to work from 9 to 5.”

“Girl I was in the shop longer than that.”

Erik stopped the music from playing, throwing his T-shirt over his shoulder. He walked up to Cyprine, helping her off the stool only for her to arch into him, almost like dead weight.

“Erik c’mon I’m not that fucking heavy.” She teased, laughing as he tried to lift her. Erik was equally drunk but more in control, his muscles failing him as he finally got her to stand on two feet. As if reading each other’s minds, they both began to laugh continuously.

“Stop making me fucking laugh! I’m trying to help you out, lil nigga.”

“Shut yo bitch ass up and throw me over your shoulder!”

Erik grunted, feeling Cyprine wrap her arms around his neck, while he brought his arm down to cup under her ass, pulling her up and over his shoulder. Her ass sat on his forearm like it was her personal seat as Erik walked up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

Finally there on the third level, Erik kicked open his cracked door, flicking on the light, watching as the wide clear space came to life.

“Mmmph.” Cyprine lifted her head, her hair practically all over her head, studying her surroundings with squinted eyes.

“Where are we exactly?”

“My bedroom.”

“Really?! damn I’m too drunk to take this in right now.”

“Good, can’t have your young eyes staring at shit it shouldn’t be.”

Cyprine punched Erik softly in the middle of his back, her muscles not helping her the slightest.

“If I hadn’t said fuck you already, FUCK YOU.” She felt queasy from being thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Nah, not fuck me Cyprine...”

Erik flopped her down on his bed, the organic cotton melting into her chocolate skin like clouds of milk. She curled up, her dress riding up, exposing her black savage beauty panties in lace. Erik moves her onto the bed further, pulling down her dress before walking over to his wardrobe, grabbing up a fresh white T-shirt.

“I’ll get you some water, here is a T-shirt. I’m not driving you home tonight I’m drunk myself, and you’re definitely not driving girl.”

She wiggled against his bed, her beautiful dreamy eyes staring up into Erik’s like an innocent girl. 

“You don’t look drunk though.” 

“That’s because I’m solid, takes a lot to bring me down.”

Cyprine made a low rumbling noise behind her throat, sitting up from the mattress with her curls matted.

“You're solid alright.” Erik paused.

“Stop drunk talking and change.”

Without warning she started pulling her dress up, causing Erik to turn away towards the door with an amused smirk.

“No peeking Stevens!”

“I’m not a pervert lil nigga.”

“Finished.”

—————

Cyprine took small sips from the glass of water, snuggling into Erik’s bed with her eyes dropping half way. Erik was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a white beater, a large white blanket under his arm, walking towards the bedroom door.

“Hey.”

Erik turned with a searching look.

“Thanks for today big head. I thoroughly enjoyed drinking with you.”

“Back at you lil nigga, get some sleep aight?”

“Wait!”

Erik rolled his eyes, dropping the blanket, turning to her with folded arms.

“Yes?”

“Text her. Tell her she’s on your mind.”

Erik stares her down with an interesting look, grazing his lower lip with his thumb.

“When I wake up, give me a full story, nasty details included.”

She made an incoherent noise, then finally sleep overtook her.

“Goodnight Lil nigga.”

Erik picked up his blanket, turning to walk down to his den. He pulled out his phone, seeing that it was 10:45pm, deciding to take a chance and text Kimora.

Let me guess, you are still up right? I know you all too well. 

[terrablaze514]

Crawl Into Your Sleep (sneak peek) Erik/M'Baku/T'Challa x Black Reader

Next up, Types A and B.

T’Challa couldn't get enough of them, and he didn't care what anyone thought. Two of their Tumblr pages were opened on separate tabs. Who would've thought that opening Wakanda’s borders to the world could result in countless amounts of fanmail and conversations about his king-sized…

“Yo Cuz! I thought you had more important matters to discuss.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes and twisted his neck for emphasis. He’d shut off the screens on his Kimoyo beads immediately. As he glared at his cousin who had the audacity to interrupt his moment, Erik snerked.

The king posed no threat to him.

“I thought you wanted to embark on a new mission, rather than sitting here and peeping pornmail.”

T’Challa’s eyes could’ve popped out of their sockets, had it not been for M’Baku trailing in with Instagram photos of his current crush.

“I'm planning to buy her published books,” he commented to another party, via speakerphone. “You know exactly who I’m talking about. I would carry an entire bookstore for her, when we go on tour…”

Erik had temporarily forgotten about torturing T’Challa and got carried away with M’Baku’s conversation. T’Challa did the same, although he wished for some alone time.

Just as M’Baku noticed the Royals staring at him, he closed his conversation. “I gotta go. Call me when her book signing is announced, kulungile?”

He hung up and returned their gaze.

“What? Can’t a man appreciate intellectual beauty from a distance?”

“Not unless you wanna get close to her.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

M’Baku tucked his plane tickets in his furry armband.

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Thanks for being patient with me... Due to a busy schedule, I will eventually post the full package (starring Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Reader and T'Challa x Reader)...

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[madamslayyy]

Y’all Again (Erik Killmonger Drabble)

Warnings: None

A/N: Something short to try and get back into writing! Still taking prompt request of course! Tagging @thehonorablekingerik for this adorable idea. Hope you like it sis!!

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Today was the day. Erik had been thinking about this all week and nothing was going to get in his way. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he got up to get dressed, thinking of how he wouldn’t see you for the next two days. You were the love of his life but there were some things he had to do alone… and this was one of them.

Erik was pulling his shirt over his head when he heard you stir in your sleep, emitting that small, high pitched groan that he loved so much, a clear indication that you’d woken up.

“Gone so soon?” You asked groggily.

“Yeah, got a long day at work ahead of me so I won’t be in tonight.” He lied, watching as your face visibly fell. He hated lying to you, and he hated not coming home to you even more but he’d been planning this day for a while now.

“Fine,” She said, turning her back to him to pout.

“Love your crybaby ass too,” Erik smirked, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek before he left.

…

Work was slow as ever. Consisted mostly of T’Challa and Shuri sprinting around him, giggling as usual about whatever inside joke they were sharing, only to stare at him like he had two heads whenever he’d glare at them. He eventually ended up locking himself in his office to buy himself a little peace of mind.

It doesn’t last long as Shuri burst through the door, perching herself on his desk.

“So Cousin! Big plans tonight?” Shuri said, barely concealing her Cheshire grin.

“Nope,” Erik replied, deadpan.

“Are you sure? It’s a Friday night, surely you and  Y/N have something going on?” She giggled.

“Nah, just going home. Actually…” Erik glanced at the clock, “imma head out now. See ya.”

…

Finally! Erik thought as he positioned himself in front of his 65’ Plasma Screen switching to the pay-per-view fight he’d order in advance weeks ago. He had everything he needed to celebrate his birthday just the way he wante- no no no, deserved to.

He was about thirty minutes in, on his second beer and halfway through his wings he’d ordered when he heard his phone ring, indicating a text message.

“I thought I turned this bitch off,” Erik said, grabbing it. He saw it was a message from you.

Erik! It read. He contemplated ignoring it but of course he could never deny you anything so he hesitantly texted back a series of question marks.

I need your help! Erik rolled his eyes, ready to turn his phone on airplane mode if she asked him to come kill another spider.

I got a flat tire! Can you come pick me up? Erik was exhaled deeply in irritation. He knew he couldn’t just leave his girl stranded but damn she had the worst timing.

“I swear I can’t have shit,” Erik mumbled, while lacing up his sneakers.  Another ping went off.

Please Erik! I’m scared! That seemed to kick Erik into overdrive as he rushed out the house to go get you in nothing more than a pair of black sweatpants and black v-neck.

…

Erik pulled up to the location you sent him to find you standing by your car with heels and a black cocktail dress on.

Damn she fine. I can’t wait to tear that ass up la- wait, who the hell she dressed like that for?! Erik parked behind you and strutted up to you.

“Where’s the flat at? And why you dressed like that, ma?” He asked, walking around to inspect your tires before you grabbed him by the arm pulling him into the building beside you two, which looked to be some sort of hotel.

“Aye, what you doing?” He asked, still not seeing the tire.

“Oh, um, I was so scared I forgot my purse inside, let’s go get it.” You stammered, dragging him further inside.

“Why can’t you just go get it yourse-“ Erik never got to finish that sentence as he was cut off by a chorus of “SURPRISE!”.

All around him were his friends, or at least people he knew, along with some of the people he worked with, a few of Y/N’s friends, and some people he’d never met before.

Erik stood frozen in his spot, barely aware of you wrapping your arms around his torso and commenting about him coming out the house “dressed like a wholeass hoe in these sweatpants.”

“Happy Birthday, N’Jadaka!” Shuri and T’Challa rang from the center of all the chaos. That seemed to finally shake Erik from his trance, allowing him to speak the first thing that came to his mind.

“Y’all niggas again?”

[heyauntieeee]

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[milk-mocha-sookie]

Guys!!!

Meet Sookie.

Officially her name is Sookie Cathouse - **.**** (My last name.. Lmao)

Got her as a gift and she is so crazy. I love her already!!!

My picture skills suck but oh well...

Ps.. if u get the reference I love you!!!!

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[thehonorablekingerik-blog]

Say Hello to my New Santisma Muerte doll! She’s not home with me yet but she’s on the way. Just thought I’d show her off. My intention was to capture her ancient beauty by telling the doll maker Wiccan Dolls to make her black and give her goddess features because beneath all the death, destruction and worship she is a warm woman; a true goddess.

Just look at how beautiful her eyes are.

[theethighpriestess]

808’s & Heartbreak: The Story of Ivy and Erik Chapter 4: Redemption, Pt. 1

Ivy’s Heart   Introducing Bernadette   The Apology (1)   The Apology (2)

A/N: This chapter is cute & fluffy as hell. No freak nastiness.. yet.. I was asked about a sub-chapter detailing Taj’s date with Thicc Daddy, but idk.. we’ll see how that goes..

Song Inspiration: Beyoncé- Love Drought

“Nine times out of ten, I'm in my feelings
But ten times out of nine, I'm only human

Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Feel like that question has been posed
I'm movin' on
I'll always be committed, I been focused
I always paid attention, been devoted
Tell me, what did I do wrong?”

IVY’S POV

In the weeks since Erik’s return, I’ve found myself replaying that last night over & again in my mind. “Just leave!” He had never been cold to me. He always told me that I was his light. The calm in the storm that was his life.

“SO WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LEAVE ME?!” I shouted to no one in particular. A knock on my door pulled me out of my sulking.

“Package for Ivy Kennedy,” called the woman from the other side of the door.

“Thank you,” I responded, signing for the medium sized box. I didn’t even have to check the sender. Everyday for the last three weeks I received a new gift. A replacement Ivy leaf bracelet with matching earrings, a green Chanel classic flap bag, roses, candy, you name it, I got it. But today’s gift took the cake. I opened the box and screamed. It was the green Versace Greek platform sandals that I had been eying for months.

“How did he even –“ my thoughts trailed off as I read the note in the box.

“You’ve always been my green Goddess. These looked like they were your style.”

–E. S.

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept across my lips. Even after two years, he remembers. Erik always was one to memorize the little things.

I figured I’d go to the office today. I’d been working from home for the last 3 weeks, not wanting to risk a chance encounter with a certain charming prince. “Dr. Kennedy!” My assistant Andrea called.

“Here’s your coffee and you have a call waiting from a young woman named Shuri Udaku.”

My face fell. Shuri was Erik’s younger cousin and a scientific prodigy. I had taken her under my wing while we were dating and she never ceased to amaze me. Though I dreaded the call because I knew Erik would somehow come up, I missed her playful banter and allowed Andrea to patch the call through.

“Hi Shuri,” I said casually.

“Hello, Dr. Kennedy.” His deep voice sent shockwaves to my core.

“Erik, my assistant told me Shuri wanted to speak with me,” I tried to keep my tone even.

“She does. She’s been working on enhancements to an experiment here in the states and was wondering if she could borrow a few of the chemicals in your lab,” he explained.

“And what exactly does that have to do with you?” I asked.

“She’d asked me to come pick them up,” he responded quietly.

“If you don’t want to see me, it’s fine we’ll send someone el–“,

“No,” I interrupted. “It’s fine. I’ll be here until 3.”

ERIK’S POV

I was more than surprised she wanted to see me. Ivy could be stubborn and I was more than prepared for her to draw this out another 2 years just to get her point across.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be getting, Shuri?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“See if she has any Love Potion #9,” she retorted, doubling over with laughter.

“Real funny, lil nigga,” he sneered.

“I know it was, Big Nigga. Seriously though see if she has any hyaluronic acid, titanium, and agar, oh and Taj is waiting for you downstairs.”

“Thanks cuz, I owe you one.”

“Just don’t let her go this time, eh?” she said back.

“Taj Mahal, what’s up?”

“Don’t push it, Stevens,” she responded, limping in my direction.

“I see M’Baku still out here breaking your back,” I said laughing. If looks could kill, I’d be dead, but she soon returned the laugh.

“Do you really wanna talk about how great that Jabari dick is?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nah.” I responded in disgust.

“So what’s the plan, T? I can just walk up in her office demanding that she listen to me. I tried that shit already & got ghosted for 3 weeks.”

“She didn’t ghost you, idiot. She types messages to you everyday, she just doesn’t send them. Every single thing you’ve sent her is on proud display around her house. She hasn’t taken off the earrings and bracelet since she got them. She misses you just as much as you miss her, she’s just prideful.”

I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights at her confession because she giggled before continuing. “Just go to her E. Both of y’all keep dancing around each other and you’re only hurting yourselves. Yes, LA is a big city, eventually y’all are gonna have to see each other.”

She was right. Being in the same city with her without communication was torture. I needed my girl.

I sat nervously in her office waiting for her to finish her meeting. When she walked in, my heart stopped. She was dressed in her lab coat and a black bodycon dress that stopped just below her knees. True to Taj’s word she was wearing the Ivy leaf bracelet and earrings and black red bottom heels. Her curly hair framed her face perfectly and to my surprise, she had a pair of gold wire-rimmed glasses similar to mine. My chest swelled with pride. This was my girl. She made a move to speak, but I interrupted. I had to get this off my chest.

IVY’S POV

“I found my daddy with panther claws in his chest.” he stated suddenly. Nigga, what? I thought to myself before he continued.

“When I was eight, I found my dad murdered in our apartment. He had panther claws in his chest. Turns out, the guy that killed him was my uncle T’Chaka, who was the king of Wakanda and Black Panther then. I had no idea that I was royalty and I had so much anger and resentment built up against them that I decided to get revenge. When I left you, I went to Wakanda and challenged T’Challa for the throne. I won and was king for all of 48 hours before he came back and kicked my ass.”

I chuckled.

“Long story short, even after all my bullshit, they accepted me. T’Challa even gave me a job as his trusted advisor, but I told him I wanted to work in the states. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the LA branch of the Wakandan Outreach Center was about 15 minutes away from my favorite chemist.”

My eyes rolled and I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from smiling. Grams was right. He came back for me. As happy as I was, I couldn’t give in that easily. I still wanted to make him beg.

“I thought you needed chemicals, Stevens,” I said, leaning against my desk. He stood up and my breath hitched.

“What I need, is for you to stop acting like you don’t miss me.” He stepped closer.

“What I need is for you to stop ignoring me.” His right arm snaked around my waist and pulled me flush against his scars and his third leg. He tucked his left index finger under my chin, tilting it upward, forcing me to look into his hooded eyes.

“What I need is for you to wrap those thighs around my head and let Daddy show you how sorry I am for abandoning you.”

THE DAM BROKE.

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[thadelightfulone]

The ‘E’ Commandments - Interlude: Lose It (Stress Relief)

Use Me (Intro)

Daddy’s Rules

Sunset

Velvet Rope/ Sequel

Summary: Erik wants to teach his girl some thangs…

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: SMUT…build up, cool down…there is always some SMUT.

Warning: BDSM heavy…so if that is not your thing, there are plenty of other BP fics for you to read. Since the chapter names include the kink, please feel free to bypass any one that is not your speed. Unless you’re curious and want to learn a few things for yourself…in that case, ENJOY!!!

A/N: So, I did this for me. I had to get this out of my head. There is NO SEX in this part...it is literally just a consensual scene between our favorite exploring couple. 

Rattling on the hinges, the door handle is jiggling and scrapes from a key can be heard as Erik walked into his living room from the back of his apartment. Imani bursts through his apartment door, and looks up at him. Erik takes in the sight of her. Purse hanging haphazardly off her shoulder nearly touching the ground, chest heaving as she catches her breath, curls all over her head like she has been running her hands through it, and eyes full of contained emotion.

He walks up to her, taking her bag and brings her to the couch. “What’s wrong babygirl?” She sits down and he takes the seat next to her.

“Nothing is working.” She doesn’t look at him as she continues. “Music, coloring, puzzles…” her voice fades.

Erik just lets her talk it out, silently observing Imani as she goes off on her tangent.

Not paying him any attention, Imani resumes speaking. “Emails. Idiots. Phone calls. Missing. Rushed. Errors. Flaky. Empty. No delivery.”

She is speeding through her thoughts but none of it is making sense for Erik. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Stop it.” Imani’s eyes drift to his face. “Complete your sentences.”

Jerking her head out of his grasp, she inhales deeply. “Too much happened today and now, I just…” The big bright brown eyes that Erik is used to seeing are full of anger.

“How do you feel, pretty girl?” He reaches for her and she pulls away abruptly. She can hear his growl in response but Erik does not move to touch her again.

“I’m sorry, E. I just don’t want to be held or anything right now.”

“Fine, then talk to me. You said nothing is working, what did you mean?”

“Everything that I normally do to calm down…none of it is working. My affirmations, too. I left work so that I wouldn’t dwell on it but I keep running everything over in my head, and the more I do, the angrier I get.” Imani stopped and dropped her head in her lap. “I hate feeling like this…work is where I need to feel in control and I am not able to do that right now.” Standing up, she grabs her purse and heads to the door. “I don’t even know why I came here. Sorry for barging in, E. I think I’m just gonna go home now.

“Sit down, Imani.” She stops and looks over her shoulder at him. “Do I need to repeat myself?” Dragging her bag behind her, Imani sluggishly walks back to the couch and takes a seat away from Erik. “Now, you know why you came over here. So, tell me.”

Barely audible over the TV playing in the background, Erik makes out, “Can you help me?” Grabbing the remote, Erik turns up the TV. Looking at Imani, he raises an eyebrow daring her to say something other than what he heard. Over Martin and Pam arguing, she repeats her request much louder, “Can you help me?”

Waving his hand, “Can who help you?”

“Are we really doing this right now?”

“Don’t do that little one. You came to me, and not on some ‘I’m your loving man shit,’ so act like it and speak up.” Placing his hand to his ear, he hears some shuffling before Imani responds.

“Daddy, can you help me?”

“Now, was that so hard?” She doesn’t respond. “Imani, I asked you a question.” He looks over and she is rubbing her neck with a dead stare towards his TV. He stands up and strolls over to her, pulling her up. “Come on, Daddy got you.”

They walk back towards the bedroom. Imani is in front of him, eyes following her feet and nearly walking into the door. Erik pulls her back before she connects. Holding her waist, he stands her near the bed, “Strip.” He walks over to his closet and unlocks his vault. Looking over, he sees Imani has not made one move. “I’m not tryna fuck you girl. But I damn sure am not helping you while you are fully clothed, so STRIP!”

Imani slips out of her sandals and unties her dress letting it fall to the floor. As she moves to release her bra, Erik walks over to her with two different leather belts. She looks at him as the bra hits the floor. “This one,” pointing to the one with a smaller width, and he nods at her putting the other one away. Imani reaches for the waistline of her panties when a hand stops her.

“Keep those on, you don’t have to be completely nude for this.” Imani stands ramrod straight by the bed, awaiting Erik’s next command. “Good girl.” He gives her a short peck on the lips and walks around her. “Get up on the bed, on all fours. 30 strikes, ok?”

“Yes Sir,” Erik watches as Imani climbs on the bed and into position. She is stiff, but he expected that from all the tension she is carrying.

“Ready babygirl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Now, remember I need you here and present.” Erik does not give Imani a chance to respond as the first set of five hits land across both of her cheeks. Imani holds the position and barely makes a peep. Erik snaps his wrist on the next five, increasing the strength behind each hit. She hisses as his hand caresses her ass after the first 10 swats. “Imani?”

“Here Daddy.” Imani’s legs burn and his aim never left her ass. She normally feels that burn when Erik’s belt or floggers land on them. Inhaling deeply, she rolls her shoulders back as she prepares for the next set of hits from E.

“Count the next 10.” With the same intensity, the belt lands across one cheek and then the other, followed by his hands rubbing and pinching them. He repeats the process as she counts them out loud.

“1, 2…3, 4…5, 6…” through gritted teeth, Imani curses as the burning sensation increases along her ass, “shit, 7, 8…9, 10.”

“Stop fighting it, Imani.” Erik is watching as Imani clenches her hands in the bedspread and doesn’t let up on her hold. Her position falters and then she goes back to the tense all fours stance that she started with, “We talked about this.”

Before Erik launches his final set of 10 swats, he runs the belt along Imani’s upper back and legs. Each part he touches, prickles with goosebumps as his fingertips follow the belt down her body.

Erik lifts the belt away and a loud whoosh breaks the air as it comes down on her ass. Imani whimpers but gives nothing else. Erik cracks the belt mid-air and brings it back down on her ass. Imani’s small whimper gets louder. “Good girl, you don’t have anything to prove to me.” He lands the next two across the back of her thighs.

As Erik continues the assault on her back, ass and thighs, Imani focuses on her breathing. Each time the belt connects with her body, she feels something. The tightness in her chest is waning, the burn on her back and legs keeps her present. Her death grip on the comforter, eases up as Erik reaches the last few hits. Through watery eyes, Imani keeps track of the count in her head. Erik has four more hits and these last ten were much more powerful than when he started. As she feels the penultimate strike, she tries to pay attention to what Erik is saying.

“You are so close baby. I hear you.” As the belt rises for what should be the last time, Imani looks below her and can barely make out the bedspread but she can feel the wet spot growing beneath her. The belt lands and Imani falls flat on her stomach as she realizes that she has been screaming and crying for the last few hits.

Erik drops the belt, picks her up, and moves up to the headboard. She curls up into his lap and continues to cry, letting everything out. “That’s my girl. You’re ok, I got you.”

Imani vaguely recalls Erik telling her to let go. Now, she understands what he meant. She wasn’t feeling anything when she busted in his place. None of her calming efforts helped because her stress levels reached a place, she had never been before. She feels calmer now and in a small voice asks, “How did you know that was what I needed?”

“I know my girl,” he shrugs. “I have been there, I will never need what worked for you. But I have been in the position where I felt numb and needed to feel again.” He glances at his chest, and Imani nods her head in understanding. “You don’t have to be strong and in control with me. I just want you to feel comfortable enough with me to be as vulnerable as you need to be. It will not change how I feel about you. And besides, I can help you so don’t be afraid to ask.” He playfully swats her ass causing her to giggle.

“Thank you Daddy.” She buries her head in his chest, and he lifts her chin to give her a slow kiss. “Who would have thought, this would work.”

“I told you spanking can be a stress reliever. Now, don’t let this shit happen again ok. I don’t like seeing you like this princess.” Running his hands along her back, “Maybe, we should set up some strategies to help you from getting to this point again.”

“Sure thing, Daddy.” Imani agrees as she lays her head on his studded chest. Soon enough, Erik can hear her lightly snoring as the rise and fall of his chest lulls her to sleep.

“Rest well, little bit.”

A/A/N: As you can see this was Short & Sweet. As always, thank you all for the support for this series. I have been given a few more ideas...so I am no where near done having Erik & Imani explore their D/s dynamic. However, I guess you can consider this a transition point in their relationship. 

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[babybluepeaches]

black panther fic: Draconian Deeds pt. 2 by @thehonorablekingerik

[eye-raq]

So it’s 2am

You’ve been FEINING FOR THAT ACT RIGHT. The only dick you can turn to on a late night in Oakland is Erik Stevens.

Just some good old sex y’all. Erik smut the only smut I ❤️

Erik x black readerrrrrrr!!!!!

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*knock knock*

There were faint sounds coming from inside of his Oakland apartment that you knew all too well. Shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door and in about another 10 seconds the door swung open to find Erik staring you down; shirtless and only in his briefs.

He took a long drag of his freshly rolled blunt in his hand, eyeing you from head to toe with a calculating stare.

“Wassup?” He lets the smoke from his nose out slow before rubbing at the back of his neck, “you know it’s 2 am right?”

She knoded her head, biting at her lower lip expectantly, “I know Erik...I just” she smirked to herself twirling a single curl from her pinappled fro, “I haven’t seen you in about a week.”

A vivid smirk crept up his face as he chuckled low, eyebrow flicking up in recognition, “all you gotta do is be real wit me girl. You want me to fuck you right?”

Heat filled her belly like no other as she stared into those brown eyes of his waiting for her response.

“Yeah, I miss it.” She spoke low, hands all fidgety fumbling with the hem of her oversized t shirt dress.

“Okay then” Erik stepped further into the apartment holding the door open wide, “come in baby girl I don’t bite”

She walked pass Erik and into his living space, scanning the area always intrigued about his lifstyle.

Erik walked pass to toss his blunt down onto the table finally settling on the couch, legs spread running his hands along his thighs

“Come straddle my lap”

She walked over to him placing herself in between his knees, kicking off her vans.

She crawled onto his lap, legs swinging over him, moist center touching his already growing crotch

“Ared since you decided to pop up at my place going on 2:30 am, ima sit back and watch you put in some work” Erik spread his arms over the back of his couch, finger tips scratching at the suede slow

“You gonna do that for me? I’m a little tired I had a long fucking day” Erik licked his lips, running his hands up and down her thighs to her hips digging his fingertips in deep.

“Okay..” she slowly lifted her shirt over her head revealing nothing but her royal purple lace thong underneath, titties visible and alert with her skull nipple rings.

“You looking real fucking sexy girl” Erik smiled up tiredly at her, gripping her ass hard. “Take this fucking thong off though”

She giggled low, standing up over him on the couch, taking the thong off slow, never leaving his line of vision. Erik studied her body with close interest, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek. He lifted his hips from the couch, dragging his briefs down.

“I’m sorry, I had a little bit to drink before I came here,” she confessed finally coming flesh to flesh with Erik’s stiff dick.

“It’s cool shawty, shid me too.” His dreads lay messily on his forehead as he peered down at her rubbing her clit in slow circles, body jerking after every motion.

“You like touching that pussy?” Erik encouraged her with a low alluring tone, “I can smell that pussy from here you really want this dick this late don’t you?”

“Yessss” she hissed feeling her clit going stiff under her fingers, sensitivity rising.

A little bit of her wetness dripped like slime almost, onto Erik’s lap causing him to throw his head back “fuck I felt that shit girl keep going”

Erik jerked his hips up towards her pussy while she decided to insert two fingers, pumping quick making gushing noises.

“Ahh-ahh daddy” she moaned out, gripping the back of the couch with one hand, face contorting in pleasure.

“Mmmm” he moaned out, slapping her ass in surprise. “Where that cum at girl?” He asked expectantly arms spread over the back of the couch like he was on his throne, “I know you got something for me in that box of yours”

Her stomach turned into knots and butterflies drove her crazy as she clenched her legs tight, creme oozing from her center; coating her fingers and the shaft of Erik’s dick.

“Shittt” Erik groaned out, gripping her hand admiring her creme coated fingers before sliding them into his mouth, sucking slow.

She released her fingers, grabbing up his hard dick tight, lining it up with her entrance.

“Put me in there” he said impatiently, tired eyes alert now.

She slowly slid herself down onto his length, body feeling brand new after it’s been about a week. She cried out low, hands running up the length of his chest, head tilted in awe, eyes closed.

Biting at her lip, she started grinding back and forth, hips meeting his, tight.

“This tight ass shit you got girl” Erik’s flexed with every stroke, pulling her head close to give her a sloppy French kiss.

“Work this dick girl come on” he encouraged low, watching her began to bounce, gushy pussy sliding along his thick dick.

“Mmmm daddy” she moaned out longingly, “I’m so happy-“

“Happy about what?” Erik’s voice sounded weak as he clenched his fists.

“I’m happy I got this dick I wanted it so fucking bad” she whined out.

Her bouncing become even more rough, ass clapping on his pelvis. She could feel his head brush against her g spot with every stroke and she was coming up on her second orgasm.

“Oh shit oh shit, daddy omg!” She shook with deep vibrations.

“Fuck!” Erik flared his golds, “keep going bitch”

She bounced again, wetness coating the space between them now, sex filling the room. She put all her power in her strokes, handling all his dick; every inch.

“You a real dick pleaser you know that right, fucking freak.” He grunted deep staring at her with knitted eye brows, “I got you where I want you now”

She gave two more strokes before slamming down quick, body shaking as if going into shock, eyes fluttering. Her third cum. Erik was in complete awe at this point.

“Work this dick baby, it’s yours...it’s all yours take what’s yours” he knew he was getting close from the way he twitched inside her, the sensitivity too much to bare.

She picked up the pace for a third time now, leaning in to take his plump moist lip in between her teeth, drawing back and letting go with a pop.

There bodies were merely a blur, and his dick felt like gold to her, she needed this and tossing and turning in bed wasn’t helping. What better way than to relive your dream right?

“Mmm yeah daddy this dick, I like it”

“You love it or you like it? Stop playing with me.”

Erik gripped her hips tight now, pounding deep.

“You gon make me fucking cum girl, look what you about to make me do”

She moaned out loud, loud enough for the neighbors to here, the smacking flesh bouncing off the walls.

“Daddy me too I sware.” She rested her head at the crook of his neck, limbs in his total control

“Daddy please keep going I need it again.”

“I know love, daddy got you okay?”

He pounded. And pounded. And pounded

“DAMN” he hissed,

“Yesss!” She cried out body stiffening over him again, pussy clamping on him tight from her orgasm

“Shit you gon get this nut now” he jerked up into her rough, spilling his seed deep in her like he wanted her to have his baby. They locked eyes momentarily, bodies tight and stiff before crashing, finally releasing from each others grasp.

She layed out next to him, naked body cradled to her chest, biting at her black colored nails blush visible.

“Damn girl it’s 3 am, and this what you decide to put me through.” Erik shook his head letting out a tired laugh before lifting from the couch weakly, pulling her up into his arms.

“Come on it’s too fucking late for you to be traveling home on your own... and speaking of that I’m about to dig in your shit.”

He flicked off the living room lamp, walking to his room.

“You know these streets fucking crazy what’s wrong with your ass coming out this late for some dick? What if some nigga tried something...”

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Hope you guys love it 💗 this was quick and nasty 💦

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Speaking of nasty lmaoo this is definitely an Erik song, that first half more specifically👀👀 @princessstevens @killmoncoochie @thehonorablekingerik @eriknutinthispoosy @wakandas-vibranium @princesskillmonger