#erik stevens

[cherienymphe]

Kingdom Come

Erik Killmonger x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON (bordering Non-Con), mentions of toxic relationship, stalking, implied kidnapping

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summary: You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn't happen again.

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The sound of the ocean waves—something that took a lot of getting used to at first—were now the driving force behind your calm moods these days. Another nightmare had forced you to wake up drenched in sweat, and the only reason you’d been able to slow your breathing was because of the familiar whoosh of ocean water outside of your window.

You didn’t grow up by the water—wasn’t raised anywhere near it—and that sound quickly reminded you that you were far away from home, far away from anywhere familiar, and it filled you with relief. You now spent your days somewhere you would’ve once never considered living, and that was good because it meant no one from your former life would consider it a place for you to live either.

…and they wouldn’t come looking.

You watched the tea kettle heat up with your back pressed to the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Your satin robe stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat that still clung to it. Your heart had long stopped racing, but despite that, goosebumps still littered your arms, and you rubbed your hands up and down them. Despite how safe your mind assured you that you were, your body just refused to agree.

The low lighting in the kitchen was the only warm glow that filled the modest house, and you rubbed your head as you turned to get a mug. When you briefly closed your eyes, dark ones appeared in your mind, and you wondered when—after two years—you’d finally stop conjuring him up.

The face belonging to Erik Stevens was one you hadn’t seen in years, but that name was one you never not thought about. Not only had he been a part of your life for too long to just forget him, but the lasting impact he left made him impossible to ignore. You were literally hiding out in a foreign country under a different name surrounded by people you didn’t know because of that man.

There were days where you cursed yourself for ever getting involved with him—recalling your initial thoughts of him and how he looked like trouble���but Erik had a charm that was hard to resist. With a pretty face framed by locs and gold that winked at you whenever he smiled, he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever be brave enough to bring home, and you had long reluctantly admitted the part that played in his appeal.

He was kind of dangerous…and you’d liked that.

Until it wasn’t random men on the street he was threatening…but you.

The whistle of the kettle pulled you from your thoughts, and you jumped at the sound. You ignored how your hands shook as you poured yourself a cup of tea, exhaling an uneven breath with thoughts of your ex boyfriend on the brain. You never thought that sleeping with the guy who was just way out of your league would change the trajectory of your life. You thought it’d make for a good story to tell to your friends and maybe even a niece or two one day.

You didn’t think that he’d keep coming back, knocking on your apartment door throughout all hours of the night, that plump bottom lip jutted out as you attempted to put your foot down—something something boundaries and respect and all that jazz. The brown-skinned man would slowly blink at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying. The corner of his lips would quirk up into that haughty smirk—something only worn by a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted—and he’d push himself off of the wall, straightening to his full height.

“So you want me to leave?”

The question never sounded sincere, because it wasn’t, and Erik would look down his nose at you while you shuffled your feet, one hand still on the door as you fought with yourself over whether or not to close it in his face. It was useless though because you never not let him in.

You never not took a step back and watched him stride through your door like he owned the place and you with it. You never not watched him peel his jacket off, your own arms crossed over your chest as you committed to being angry for far longer than you actually were. It made you feel like less of a weak willed woman. That too was useless though because its not like you ever stopped him when he turned to you and pulled you closer.

It did no good pretending to be mad when the night always ended the same way.

Erik with his arms around your waist and you with your legs around his.

He was always gone in the morning, until the day he wasn’t, and you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about him sticking around. You actually kind of liked it, and that had scared you. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the mornings, and you weren’t supposed to be asking him if he wanted anything as you stood by the stove. Erik Stevens was not boyfriend material, and yet…

That’s what he became.

Even now, years later, you still weren’t quite sure how that even happened. You didn’t know how you ended up sharing an apartment and picking things up at the store for him and sinking into the warm scented bath water he’d draw for you. You didn’t know how you ended up obeying whenever he’d look at you with those dark eyes before softly demanding a kiss. You didn’t know how you’d started letting him circle his hand around your neck while he was fucking you, pulling words and promises out of you that you’d never say in any other circumstance.

It was something you still couldn’t make sense of, and you desperately needed to if you ever wanted to prevent it from happening again.

“Erik Stevens isn’t your average man off the street…”

That was what they told you when they sat you down in some room that was too bright only hours after showing up at your doorstep. All of it had been too much information to fully retain, but you’d processed the important parts. Erik was military—a SEAL to be more exact—and not just a SEAL but also the kind of man who occasionally dropped off the face of the earth to take out important people. It was a nice way of calling him an assassin, and you remembered how sick you’d felt sitting in that chair, recalling the feel of running your fingers over every raised abrasion along his skin whenever he had his hands on you.

“Is this some frat thing I just haven’t heard of?” you’d jokingly wondered one day.

Erik had simply turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips and a hidden joke in his gaze.

“Nah,” he’d drawled. “They just represent something important to me. Milestones I guess you could say.”

Your determination to be open minded had you relaxing in the arms of a killer—a proud one who wore the name KIllmonger with no shame.

Even still, you hadn’t understood what any of that had to do with you. At that point, you and Erik had been broken up for months, something that hadn’t been easy for you to do. Not just because some part of you still wanted him at the end, but also because a huge part of you was terrified of him. You hadn’t realized that his anger and possessiveness were low on the list of reasons why you should be afraid of him.

“This man is dangerous…and the way you parted ways was…less than amicable to say the least…”

You still hadn’t put the pieces together.

“...and the U.S Government is unable to locate him.”

Winding up in something akin to witness protection because the U.S Government had lost one of their own best ‘assets’ had not been something you ever saw for yourself. To this day, you wondered why the one questionable guy you took a chance on turned out to be far more than just the average jealous asshole.

As you sipped your tea, you thought about the last time you were with him, the way your voice trembled as you stood up to him, telling him it was over. You rubbed your arm, recalling the tight grip he had on it, his voice cold and clipped as he asked you if you realized what you were saying.

“You wanna leave me?” he’d asked, head dipped and brows raised like he wanted to make sure you knew that was what you wanted to do.

You could see then that he’d wanted to fight you on it—probably wanted to do a whole lot more than that—but no one had been more shocked than you when he simply let you go with a soft “a’ight” before gesturing to the door. Everything you wanted to take had been removed while he was out, and you’d been surprised at how sad you weren’t to glance around at the apartment now empty of your stuff.

That was the last time you’d been face to face with Erik Stevens.

Until now.

When the cup that was once in your hands shattered against the floor, you paid no mind to the slight sting of hot tea and ceramic shards hitting your bare feet. Your attempt to turn and leave the kitchen had been thwarted, a tall and broad figure standing just before you in the entrance. The sight of the shadowy figure made your heart drop and your blood run cold. The only light from the kitchen wasn’t enough to reveal him completely, but you’d always been able to recognize him in the dark.

He enjoyed scaring you.

For the first time in your life, your mind went blank, finally understanding that phrase as your lips parted. No sound came out—from neither you or him—and you were sure that the sight of you two just standing in the dark and staring at each other would’ve been comical if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The figure finally moved to tilt his head, his only movement as it leaned to the left just a tad, and the angle made the light glint off of his eyes in a way that made your stomach churn.

You were quick to search for the big light.

You sharply inhaled at the sight of him, confirming what you already knew. He looked the same and different all at once. He was still handsome and tall and wore that expression like you were just so silly to him. However, his hair was longer and the bands of muscle that were his arms were thicker, and he stood with an assuredness that you didn’t like, at all. The flashy gold tooth necklace resting on his collarbone caught the light, and your eyes were briefly drawn to it.

You traced it, a frown taking residence on your face as your gaze kept going. The casual clothes you were used to seeing him in were nowhere in sight, and you took note of the dark attire he was wearing and its patterns. He looked nice—regal one might say—and you swallowed, a very bad feeling festering deep in your stomach.

“What? You got nothing to say to me?”

Hearing his voice for the first time in years brought up a whole lot of emotions you’d tried and failed to bury. You were reminded of his voice in your ear as he woke you up in the mornings or even when he was whispering the filthiest of things against your skin as he kissed his way down it. But you also remembered the angry tone of it when he was interrogating you about some guy who’d waved at you or was questioning your feelings for him.

You remembered loving him and craving him…but you also remembered how terrified he made you feel.

At that, you took a step back—almost dazed—and the man before you kissed his teeth.

“You still on that bullshit, huh.”

Those words—filled with so much dismissal and arrogance—finally made you find your voice.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, your question coming out choked. “How did…?”

When Erik finally moved, half of him was bathed in the shadows from the rest of the house, and the kitchen light hit his eye again in the way it did before. It glinted dangerously, almost like a feline if you didn’t know any better, and you took another step back. Erik followed your movements intensely, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“How…” he tested the word in his mouth, humming. “How is never as important as why.”

You weren’t amused by whatever he was playing at, and that crooked smile only grew.

“So serious,” he mocked, moving to fold his hands behind his back as he looked you up and down, and you hated the way he swiped his tongue between his lips as he did so. “You’re not glad to see me? Not even a little?”

When you said nothing, you watched him roll his eyes, shaking his head and his locs moved with the action. When his gaze met yours again, all humor had been wiped from his face. His dark eyes were intense as he stared at you, lips pressed together and chest heaving with the deep breath he took. You felt like an insolent child beneath his gaze.

“You know what I’m doing here.”

He was entirely serious, and you didn’t doubt him for a second.

“No…”

“You had to know I was never gone let you just walk away from me like that,” he continued, slowly pacing the kitchen and backing you further into a corner with every step he took.

His words brought tears to your eyes, and in this moment, you hated him. What was the point then? Why did he give you false hope that you were free from him? Was it just to fuck with you? Was it his idea of a sick joke? As if he could read your mind, he elaborated.

“I had some things to do,” he told you. “Some…business to take care of before I came back for you and …”

He shrugged like that explained everything you’d been put through because of him.

“...and now that I got my shit together…got everything I deserved, it’s only right that I come back and get you too.”

A noise of disgust left your throat before you could stop yourself, and Erik didn’t try to stop you as you hurried past him. You didn’t hear him behind you as you made your way to the door, too nervous and fearful to look over your shoulder. However, once you made it to the front door, you realized that you didn’t hear Erik after you because he wasn’t after you.

He felt no need to be…and with good reason.

The statuesque women on the other side of your door made you come up short, mouth falling open as you took them in. They were beautiful and straight-faced, heads smooth and wearing colorful attire that didn’t deviate all that much from what Erik was wearing. The long spears in their hands had you stumbling back, and so in shock, you didn’t even register that you’d stumbled right into Erik.

One of his arms snaked around you while the other gently closed the door, effectively trapping you once again.

The silence was loud, and finally, a few tears escaped.

“Earlier you started to ask how I found you…”

You felt Erik’s lips grazing your ear before moving down to brush along your neck. One hand was on your waist while the other had found a home on your arm, kneading the skin through the thin robe. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and you swore that you felt him shudder against you.

The breath you let out was shaky, more tears collecting in your eyes.

“You’d be amazed at what you can do when you’re the king of Wakanda.”

Those damning words had your knees buckling, and when you attempted to throw yourself away from him, Erik’s hold tightened. One hand had a vice grip on your wrist while the other hand snaked around your neck.

“I like to tell myself that I did this because I deserve it, because I was wronged…but that ain’t all…”

When Erik leaned in to press his lips to yours, your mind was finally at war with your heart once again. You’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, forgotten what he tasted like, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath you took as he moved his mouth against yours. The hand on your neck tightened just a tad, like a chain keeping you to him, and you felt him smile into the kiss.

“I like being somebody that you can’t ever leave.”

Those words whispered into your mouth made your heart sink, and your protest was lost as he kissed you again.

You shook in his hold for varying reasons, fear above all else. Erik had his hands on you again, and he had no intention of taking them off. They pulled you and pushed you where he wanted you to be, and it seemed that he decided the couch would suffice. He wasn’t bothered by your lack of consent, and somehow that didn’t surprise you.

There’d been moments in the past when you expressed discomfort or you protested or you rejected him and for the briefest of moments, something had passed through his eyes that made you think he didn’t care. A glint in his gaze that made you think he was going to do what he wanted—take what he wanted—anyway. You’d always had a nagging feeling deep in your chest that Erik was just holding back, keeping himself in check with you because it was socially acceptable and not because he actually wanted to.

…but he was a king, now—something you believed without a doubt—and that title corrupted even the best of men…let alone a man who already wasn’t shit to begin with.

When his bare chest grazed against yours, a shudder traveled down your spine, and Erik reached under you to trace that path with his fingers. One hand was still carefully at home on your neck, and the gold fangs in his mouth winked at you in the nearly invisible lighting. When you felt those abrasions underneath your fingers—every one for a kill—it suddenly hit you that you were underneath him again and for good this time.

“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy,” he murmured into your skin, a hand tightening almost painfully on your waist just as he sank into you.

The feel of his cock stretching you out had your back arching, chest pushing up against his. It hadn’t been just years without sex with Erik but years without sex altogether. Part of it was because you still had some lingering loyalty to the man between your legs, telling yourself he’d somehow know and find you—despite the fact that you weren’t his anymore—and part of it was because he’d simply ruined you for any other man. Either way, it all came back to Erik.

You couldn’t stop the strained gasps that left your lips, the slight sting and dull ache from the stretch making you dig your nails into his skin. This was not what you wanted, but you swore that Erik was stronger now than he ever had been before. The feel of him thrusting himself into you reminded you of all the hours you’d spent wrapped up in each other when things were still good between you. Hell, even when they weren’t, it wasn’t uncommon for an argument to end in you bent over the kitchen counter with Erik’s pelvis pressing against you.

He had a way of controlling a situation, steering it in whatever direction he wanted it to go.

Like now.

How was it that you go into hiding to remain safe from this man only to wind up at his mercy yet again? It was unfair, and you couldn’t stop trembling as you pushed against his chest.

“Erik…”

Your words died on your lips when he shushed you, his locs brushing against your skin as he nipped at your neck and then your shoulder and finally your chest. The light moan you let out was involuntary, and you hated that smug chuckle that escaped his lips.

“You always try to act so tough and shit…but we both know once I get my hands on you…”

Anger bubbled up within you at his words, and you couldn’t resist slapping him. Before where that might’ve pissed him off, Erik only smiled in your face. Taking your hand, he held it tight before pinning it against your stomach, and he looked down, briefly distracted by the sight of his cock disappearing into you. He slowed his thrusts down, and the change in pace almost made you roll your eyes.

“You gone love Wakanda, baby,” he said to you, lips meeting your skin again. “The most beautiful sunsets…”

He nipped at your shoulder.

“...anything you could ever want…”

Another kiss to your lips.

“...and guards to watch your every move.”

His nose touched yours as he said that, and you felt him reach down to hook his arm under your leg. You hissed, feeling him even deeper into your gut as he bent your leg back. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of you as he fucked you, hips meeting yours and the wet sound of his cock dipping into you reaching your ears.

“I came back just for you,” he darkly told you, completely ignoring your hand pushing at his stomach. “...because what kind of king would I be with no queen at my side?”

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➤ Killmonger (N’Jadaka)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ after erik killmonger seizes the wakandan throne, a royal strategist loyal to t’challa is forced to remain in his inner circle.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ my sister wanted this, and this is my first Killmonger fic? LIKE HELLO??? definitely making more because why didn’t i think of this BEFORE? enjoy!

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the halls of the golden city no longer sounded like home. they echoed now. not with the ancient rhythms passed down by your foremothers. not with the low, ancestral chants that once settled over the palace like fog at dawn. no — they echoed with the weight of new boots on sacred stone. boots that did not belong to a king.

they belonged to a conqueror.

erik stevens — no, he called himself n’jadaka now — had taken the throne barely two weeks ago. the blood from the ritual combat had not yet fully dried in the sacred pool, and yet the council already bowed their heads to him, lips tight with fear. there had been no second trial. no challenge. the mountain tribe stood down. t’challa’s body had vanished with the river.

you’d known t’challa since you were children. you used to spar with him beneath the shade of the elder tree, both of you too proud to admit when you’d bruised. he trusted you to hold the long-view strategy for wakanda in your hands — one of the few civilians allowed in the high council chambers. strategist. advisor. loyalist. and now… traitor, by some mouths. prisoner, by others.

but erik hadn’t thrown you to the dungeons.

instead, he kept you close.

“a mind like yours shouldn’t rot in a cell,” he’d said, the day after the coronation. he’d spoken it low in your ear, like a secret only you were worthy of. “nah… i want you right where i can see you.”

and now here you were — standing in the war room, your thick frame wrapped in deep blue and gold robes, tension stiff across your shoulders. the rich fabric clung to the slope of your hips, accentuating the body that no uniform could hide. you could feel his gaze on you before you even turned around.

“what you think, strategist?” erik’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. deep, deliberate, heavy with that oakland-born bite. “we hit london first? or new york?”

you didn’t look at him right away. instead, you traced the holographic map glowing across the table with your fingers, watching the borders pulse with potential violence. cities were marked in red. colonizer capitals. your jaw tensed.

“wakanda does not conquer,” you said, carefully. not too soft. not too sharp. “that is not our way.”

“yeah,” he muttered, stepping closer. “and where that get y’all? watchin’ while your brothers and sisters got they necks stepped on. wakanda been hiding.”

he circled behind you like a panther. not quite touching. but close enough that your skin prickled where his heat brushed you. you refused to flinch. he wanted to see you rattle. it was the game, now. every day — the game.

“this ain’t about revenge,” he said, lowering his voice. “this about balance. and power.”

“power built on blood doesn’t last,” you replied, turning finally to face him. your eyes locked. his were molten — dark and unreadable, but sparking with something cruel and magnetic. “and what you’re building… it’s made of bones.”

he didn’t blink. just smiled slow, head tilting.

“so?” he asked, tongue dragging across the edge of his teeth. “that bother you?”

he was too close now. tall, broad, shirt open at the chest. gold fangs flashing beneath full lips. skin dusted in the faintest sheen of sweat and sun, each raised kill mark down his chest a monument to pain — and victory. you hated how magnetic he was. how his presence filled the air so fully it pushed everything else out. his scent was warm metal and cedar. his voice was gravity.

“you loyal to t’challa,” he said, voice dipped low again. “i know that. but you still here. still breathin’. still dressin’ like you got somewhere to be.”

his eyes dragged down your figure — from the tight fold of your waist wrap, across the swell of your hips, to where your thighs brushed under soft fabric. you shifted. not out of discomfort — but because you could feel how intently he watched you.

“you tryna prove somethin’?” he murmured. “or you just don’t know where else you fit now?”

you straightened, spine like steel.

“i serve wakanda,” you said. “not the man who sits on the throne.”

his laugh was soft, almost amused. but there was no kindness in it.

“sound like you tryna convince yourself.”

each day after that followed a pattern. you studied maps, advised on diplomatic approaches you didn’t believe in, and fed him half-truths through clenched teeth. still, he kept you near. always asking for your perspective, always testing your loyalty. his soldiers looked at you with suspicion, but they didn’t touch you. not without his permission.

he was possessive like that. even when he didn’t say it out loud.

and slowly — sickeningly — you started to understand him.

not agree. never that. but understand.

how anger had carved itself into him, root-deep. how power was the only language he’d ever been taught. he wielded it like a weapon, sharp and beautiful. and when he wasn’t using it to dominate a room, he used it on you — with whispers, glances, and challenges he knew you’d rise to.

he never tried to force you. he didn’t need to. erik killmonger was more dangerous than that — because he made you want to play his game.

he’d lean close during briefings, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured critiques. he’d stand at the top of the royal steps while you debated councilmen, watching your every word like a test. and when you succeeded — when your voice swayed the elders just enough — he’d nod, slow and proud, like he was claiming you for it.

“look at you,” he’d say, later, while passing you alone in the garden corridors. “still tryna save people who would’ve let you die with the old king.”

you hated how deep those words burrowed. hated how you still walked the halls after dark, pulse racing at the sound of his voice in the distance.

one night, weeks in, you found yourself summoned.

not by a guard. not by a formal scroll.

just a voice in the corridor. soft. direct. one word.

“come.”

when you stepped into the throne room, it was empty but for him. torchlight flickered along the walls, casting long shadows across the black stone floor. the panther statue loomed silent behind the throne.

erik sat on it like he was born there. legs spread. arms relaxed. gaze dark and direct.

you didn’t bow.

you didn’t speak.

he studied you in silence for a long moment, then motioned you forward with two fingers.

“you believe i don’t deserve this,” he said, voice level. “say it.”

your throat tightened. but you forced yourself steady.

“i believe your rule is built on a lie,” you said. “wakanda’s legacy is not yours to twist.”

he didn’t move. didn’t blink. but his voice dropped, slow and rough.

“and yet here you stand.”

your lips parted — to argue, maybe. or to defend yourself. but no words came.

“i ain’t stupid,” he said, rising from the throne. “i know what this is.”

he stepped toward you again, each stride deliberate.

“you hate me,” he said, stopping just inches away. “but you watch me. every time. you listen. you fight back.”

his hand didn’t touch you. but it hovered just near your jaw. his heat was a weight. your breath quickened.

“ain’t no loyalty in that,” he said, eyes burning into yours. “that’s desire.”

you said nothing.

but you didn’t step back.

he smiled. slow. teeth sharp.

“loyal little queen’s dog,” he said, voice dripping heat. “you ever wonder how it’d feel to break?”

your pulse thudded between your thighs.

but your voice stayed even.

“never,” you whispered.

his eyes dropped — from your lips, to your chest, to the curve of your hips.

“we’ll see.”

his fingers ghosted along your jawline, calloused and hot, but still not touching. erik didn’t rush. no — he never did. dominance for him was earned in slow, suffocating inches. he wanted to watch you squirm under your own restraint. test the shape of your resistance until it shattered on him.

“ain’t gotta say yes,” he murmured, voice low and thick like honey-drenched smoke. “but you ain’t leavin’ either. so what that tell me, hm?”

his thumb dragged — barely — across the curve of your lower lip. your breath hitched. he felt it.

you hated him.

but you wanted him more.

you turned your head just enough to break the spell, stepping back one pace. but that inch was his permission — and he followed, advancing like he owned the ground beneath your feet. your back met the edge of the throne before you realized he’d corralled you there. trapped between carved stone and muscle-thick heat, your body buzzed like war drums. your thighs clenched without command.

“mm,” he laughed, low in his chest. “there she go. wakanda’s finest. thick as the land itself, still actin’ like she ain’t dyin’ to break for me.”

you didn’t respond.

not with words.

you reached for him instead — finally, with fingers curling into the front of his open vest. not a surrender. not exactly. just… the beginning of something too old for language.

his mouth met yours like fire. brutal, claiming. teeth clashing, lips hot. it wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t sweet. it was a fight dressed in heat, breath on breath, until you moaned into his mouth and he groaned against your teeth. the taste of him was sweat, blood, and something darker — control.

his hand came down on your ass with a sharp, open slap.

you gasped, clinging harder.

“yeah,” he growled, sliding one thick thigh between yours, forcing them open. “you like that, huh? all that royal pride, but this fat lil pussy tryna talk to me different.”

you rocked against his leg before you even realized it — heat pooling deep between your thighs, clit desperate for friction. the throne room was silent but for your breath and the echo of his voice wrapping around your moans.

“what would t’challa say, huh?” he teased, hand curling around your hip as he pulled you harder against his leg. “his loyal strategist grindin’ on a nigga she swore to kill.”

you bit your lip, tried to turn your face — but he caught your chin in one hand and held you there.

“nah,” he said, low. “you look at me.”

his eyes pinned you in place, molten and unmoving. you couldn’t look away if you tried. not now. not when his fingers slipped beneath your wrap and found your bare skin, dragging slow up the inside of your thigh.

“this what you been hidin’ under all them robes?” he whispered, voice almost reverent. “this fat-ass pussy been waitin’ on me, huh?”

you whined — not in surrender, but need.

he chuckled deep.

“bend over.”

you hesitated.

his gaze sharpened. darkened.

“ngenze njalo.”

the words hit your core like a flame. do as i say.

you obeyed.

hands braced against the throne, you bent for him — thick ass high, legs wide. you heard the hitch in his breath as he stepped back to take in the sight.

then—

smack.

his palm cracked across your cheek again. not too hard. but enough.

“keep that arch,” he muttered, dragging his fingers through your folds from behind. “mm… this shit wet as fuck. and i ain’t even fucked you yet.”

you moaned, low and shivering.

he knelt behind you, breathing hot over your inner thigh. his mouth pressed to your pussy — not kissing, tasting. tongue flat and deliberate, slapping your clit before sucking it with slow precision.

“fuck—!” you gasped, knuckles white on stone.

he didn’t rush. took his time. tongue moving like he owned the rhythm of your body. your thighs trembled, fat and soft against his jaw. he moaned into you like the taste alone was divine.

“you ridin’ me tonight,” he said, rising behind you again, voice thick with hunger. “on my throne. i want them pretty titties bouncin’ while i watch you fall apart.”

you turned as he shed the rest of his vest — then his pants.

his dick hung heavy, thick, the kind of size that made you pause. covered in veins, head dark and already leaking. he stroked it slow while he stared you down.

“come on, queen,” he murmured. “show me what loyalty look like now.”

you climbed onto the throne — his throne — hands braced on his chest, thick thighs spreading over him as you straddled his lap. his hands found your hips, pulling you down so the head of his cock teased your entrance. you both breathed ragged.

then — you sank down.

inch by inch.

his mouth dropped open, teeth grit.

“god damn,” he hissed. “this pussy heavy as fuck.”

you rode him slow at first — adjusting to his size, your walls clenching tight. his eyes never left your face. not once. his hands guided you, rhythm building with every bounce of your thick ass. you bounced harder. louder.

smack.

his palm slapped your ass again. then again. red prints bloomed.

“take that dick,” he growled. “look at you — thick lil loyalist, takin’ a real king’s cock.”

you whimpered, rolling your hips faster, sweat sliding down your throat. your tits bounced, full and heavy, catching his eyes with every thrust.

“say who this pussy belong to,” he demanded.

you moaned, too far gone to think, riding him like salvation. like war. like you hated him — and loved the way he destroyed you.

he grabbed your throat.

“say it.”

you whispered it.

“…you.”

his eyes lit with fire.

he flipped you in one swift motion — your back now against the cold stone of the throne, legs spread as he pounded into you, harder, deeper, cock hitting every spot like he knew you already.

you were nothing now. just gasps. heat. slick. sweat.

he grunted, one hand pressing on your lower belly as he fucked you deeper.

“you feel that?” he rasped. “i’m in there. ain’t no goin’ back now, mama.”

you clawed at him, body coiling tight.

your climax ripped through you like thunder — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry.

he followed seconds later, spilling deep inside you with a growl, hands fisting in your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to earth.

you laid there afterward — still on the throne, legs sprawled, his breath heavy on your neck.

he kissed your shoulder once.

then again.

not gentle. not soft.

just… his.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 ��𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀.

(not my best work, but i promise the next killmonger one will have better smut)

[chromehoney]

criminal/stickyfingers!smoke x bimbo!black!fem!reader.

The first thing you smell is cash. Not cologne, not motor oil, not even the cigarette he’s always pinching between his fingers—but cash. Raw, bitter leather and metallic ink. Money. And it trails in behind him like smoke itself, slinking through the wide halls of the home he bought you, echoing off marble and soft light.

You’re bent over the marble kitchen counter, syrupy hips poking out from a pink satin robe, the one he got monogrammed with Mrs. Moore stitched over the heart. Bare legs glisten. Anklets jingling. Lipgloss always fresh.

His voice glides in slow. “Why you always bakin’ somethin’ with ya ass out like that, baby?”

You don’t answer at first. Just stir the sugar into the sweet tea with two fingers, lazy, wet swirls. You feel his eyes all over you—thick and hot like honey down your spine. So you tilt your head and smile, glossy lips parting just enough.

“Because you like it, Pa.”

Smoke chuckles low in his throat. Gravel. The kind of sound that makes your thighs brush together. He drops the duffel bag on the floor with a thud—money, of course—and strolls toward you, slow and greedy.

He wears all black, shirt halfway unbuttoned, gold chains dancing on his chest. You know he didn’t come home through the front. You know the duffel’s not from any bank that would shake hands with a man like him. His knuckles are still red. His ring’s still bloody.

But he pays all the bills.

You ain’t even know what a light bill looked like since you met him. His hand finds your ass before his mouth finds your cheek. A kiss, soft, reverent. Fingers sinking into the dough of you, making you gasp.

“You make my whole fuckin’ house smell like sugar,” he murmurs, brushing his nose down your jaw. “My sweet girl.”

You giggle like it’s innocent, though your knees are going soft and your robe’s slipping open. Your lashes flutter, thick and heavy. “M’just makin’ cake,” you hum, eyes glossy, dumb, pink. “Thought you’d be hungry.”

“i am hungry.”

You feel him growing against the back of your thigh. You let out a little coo, one of those bimboish gasps he lives for. His big hand wraps around your middle, just under your tits, pulling you close like he owns you. (He does.)

“Cake can wait,” he murmurs in your ear. “But I can’t.” And neither can you.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers .

[livingfiction]

He looks so good here!!!

[fictioninmyblood]

That Ooey Gooey Love

Summary: Summary: N’Jadaka begs his girlfriend to stay at his place while he’s gone as much as possible to which she takes him up on his offer, finally. To celebrate his arrival and thank him for his generosity, she sets to work filling his house up with some of his favorite dishes including her ooey gooey brownies, his favorite. Already planning on showering her in his affections and attention to try and convince her to stay indefinitely, N’Jadaka is overwhelmed by just how much he feels he’s headed in the right direction with her. Her display of love makes him that much more desperate to turn her into his permanent personal ooey gooey chocolatey treat.

Warnings: profanity, pure fluff

A/N: I been craving some intimacy and I been thinking our man Erik deserves some fluff in his hard ass life.

A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

Despite the increasingly busy schedule that keeps Erik from his home in Cali due to recently heading up the launch of an outreach center in NYC, he has never been happier. If it wasn’t for this project, he’d have never met her, Y/N, the love of his life. It took him going all the way to New York to find the woman that lived only 20 minutes from his home in Venice Beach. When they bumped into each other several times in NYC, he’d taken the opportunity to get to know her and found himself tapping into youthful experiences at a bowling alley, an adult arcade, and both an ice skating and roller rink. 

She honestly had drew him in from the first time he laid eyes on her, she had him starstruck which is why it took crossing her path three times before he asked her out. By the end of their first date though, he was well and truly hooked on his princess. Anytime he could make time outside of whatever he had to handle for his work trip he would so that he could take up as much of her trip out to New York. He got it in his head after they mentioned that they lived near each other in Cali that he needed to start filling up all her memories with him in it as quick as possible. There was no way he ran into the literal woman of his dreams by accident, multiple times, on the other side of the country when they legally resided a mere 20-30 minutes away from each other. 

There had been a lot of turmoil and pain in his life and the mental and spiritual growth in order to alchemize it all and get to where he was now had shown him it was worth it. You can not truly recognize and care for pure light if you have never been able to do the same for pure darkness, at least that’s how he felt and thank the gods for the new royal spiritual advisor who guided him through the process of finding that conclusion. It took a long ass time for him to make it through his darkness so to have successfully made it to the part of his life where he could have meals with his family, was a few weeks into heading the Oakland Outreach Center and literally running into Y/N his first day on the East Coast he didn’t take that lightly. He had seen that good times were going to be rolling in fast during his last ritual healing and the ancestors made it known to him that the only thing that could stop them would be him. So when so much goodness and peace was finding him naturally and he could truly say that it was because he was now at peace with himself he made himself relax into it. All of the good experiences that, although he had been hesitant to receive at first, was taking and accepting as his new reality prepared him for her. She turned up the brightness of his life from day 1 and he’d hoped to have it around more and more often so that they could get to forever.

Now that they were six months into this coupling he had been begging her to take his spare key and leave her scent all over his home while he was gone more and more. He wanted to come home to her so bad and had a feeling she wanted to surrender to that being her future as well. N’Jadaka was slick if he could categorize how he’d gone about subconsciously preparing her for what it is he had been trying to accomplish since day 1, making her his wife, dropping whatever kind of hints he could think of. He was now in a place where he felt like he’d done as much work as possible to prepare for being a husband and as such was ready to bring his wife into the home he’d prepared for them. With the new routine and lifestyle he’d been able to acquire from healing in Wakanda he felt he was ready for her, his princess, his lil bit, and hopefully his queen. Y/N didn’t make it easy to get her to take the damn key let alone actually use it, so when he got back from his latest trip out to the east coast to find her in his kitchen cooking up a storm, his heart damn near leapt out of his chest and planted itself firmly into hers. She looked right at home, back in his hoodie from the day before when he facetimed her and he couldn’t help but visualize all the times he’d get to have this view for the rest of their lives.

Y/N had been in her own personal bubble of cooking and cleaning up Erik’s place while bopping to some jams. She had made her way back into his comfy ass hoodie, swimming in it compared to his recently more swole form that filled out every piece of clothing to where almost everything seemed to fit like a second skin on him. He’d been getting bigger since they met in NY and she couldn’t say she hated it, in fact it made her want to be held by him and wear all his hoodies and shirts all the time. It was probably why when the work week went from sketchy to rough, she finally decided to take him up on his standing offer to escape to his place that was on the edge of the city. He’d been begging since their third month together for her to use his key and sleepover at his place both when he was and wasn’t there. She had been doing her best to not get too attached and rarely took him up on the offer unless she was sleeping over after a planned date. Having found a new freedom and balance with how much she actually worked and how much she passionately played in her purpose doing more of the latter, a man like him scared her. She loved the fact that her big daddy Daka had the ability to cart them off wherever and whenever he wanted, but he was a workaholic.

She used to be one and it literally and figuratively almost killed her to keep up that kind of lifestyle so she worked hard to find a routine that didn’t drive her crazy. Meeting someone like him who seemed to be a male version of what she used to be frightened her. She didn’t want to accidentally revert to her old habits just because she was hanging around and lowkey falling in love with someone that mirrored the energy she had recently cleared herself of. Recently however, she was getting the impression that having someone like him as her partner was exactly what she needed in order to continue to fall deeper into the softness she deserved out of life. He did everything possible to keep her from working too much or too hard if he was in town and especially if she was with him, often slipping in comments like, “you know you could just let me pay for everything.” He especially let that comment slip whenever she would rant about bills and everything she knew about the ‘system.’ Now that they’d known each other for the last seven months and had officially been together six of them she was finding herself falling into the pattern of seeking him out and wanting to take him up on the offer. His smell, his smile, whatever essence of him she could get her hands on. The last time she’d stayed over had been when he was super busy and she didn’t think he noticed her presence when he got back - he did, but didn’t want to spook her with how easy it was for him to tell. So she thought she could get away with a night over again without him knowing about it. After the last few weeks of synchronicity they were having she shouldn’t have been surprised to have just sat down with her homemade hot chocolate burrowed in his hoodie on his couch when he facetimed her.

The little giddy girl in her had perked up louder than usual when N’Jadaka hit her with “look at my princess lookin’ fine as hell in my hoodie, you betta be sticking ‘round for me to come home to you tomorrow.” She was blushing and giggling their whole conversation after that and she couldn't say she was mad about it. He had a way of turning her into almost literal mush with just a look or a few words. Even though she had initially nodded her head in agreement he made her verbally confirm that she would be there several times before he hung up that night. She was going to get to see him again and it would be the first time in a long time she would get to experience what it was like to have someone to come home to and come home to her. Erik had been texting her sweet things since before she woke up and all throughout the day in anticipation of this first they would be experiencing so she wanted to do her part to make it as special as possible.

Despite Erik paying for her to pick up some lunch and letting her know not to make anything so that he could take her out when he got back she completely ignored his request. That surprise text that both sushi and a poke bowl was waiting at 2 of her favorite restaurants was the last confirmation she needed to go ahead with her plan. She wanted to love on her man in the privacy of his home and refused to make him go back out into the world as soon as he got back. It was now her mission to provide all of the comfort that she could from the moment he walked into the door and the first step was to cook up a feast of all of his favorite foods, both things she’d already made for him and things he’d mentioned. She enjoyed her lunch at a park, using the time to reflect on their time together and what else she could do besides cook to show her appreciation for this journey he was walking with her on. Both of them had been very clearly terrified of giving into love when they first met, but he was the one to convince her that he was worth it, that she was worth it. And now, enjoying the fruits of their labor she knew that the reward would always outweigh the risk of being hurt.

Just as she got up from her feast he’d facetimed her and declared “I’m on my way princess!” and that little giddy girl from the night before reappeared. Her baby was coming home and now it was time to really kick things into high gear to complete her personal mission. Even though he expressed his hope that she was about to go and get ready for a night out to be pampered some more by him, she didn’t correct him so that it would truly be a surprise when he got home. Despite her silence surrounding his return and the plans he had for them, Erik was still able to tell something was up with her, especially when everytime he mentioned coming home to her she tried and failed to hide excitement that superseded him just coming back to the west coast. He kept his skills of perception to himself, hoping that whatever his lil bit was planning would be revealed on his security camera before he was in the air so he could see exactly what was going on. Unfortunately for him, his princess was already 10 steps ahead of him, having her plan on how to get around spoiling the surprise set and in motion. He was reluctant to finally hang up, but had to as he left his hired car and made his way into TSA.

Y/N couldn’t help but practically float through the rest of the day, hoping her efforts to create a special moment for Erik would succeed the way she’d planned it out. As she walked up and down each of the aisles, mentally checking off her list, she bounced through the store with all of the joy she was filled to the brim with, vibing to a playlist that matched her mood. Not even the rush hours traffic that set her back 45 minutes in her scheduled plans could bring her down. She made sure to walk into the house without her shopping bags, avoiding the front door and garage security cameras and opened the garage door from inside so that she could pull her car into the empty space that Erik always told her was waiting for her and unloaded from there. It would be just another happy surprise for him to see her finally listening to his requests and hopefully it’d throw him off a little to not see her car in the driveway. By the time she got started on the 3 course meal starting with dessert prep and working her way to the appetizer so that everything would be fresh and hot by the time he arrived her playlist had switched to RnB, hoping the smooth sounds would aid in relaxing Erik from his trip.

When he pulled up at first, it had thrown him off slightly to not see her car in the driveway, thinking that maybe she was running behind in getting ready. He got a little pouty, having been looking forward to actually coming home to her, as he waited for the garage door to open all the way, but immediately brightened when he pulled in and her car was in the spot he always told her was reserved just for her to use. No one else was allowed to park there even before her, family, fling, or otherwise. He’d had it in his mind that only his wife’s and his car would have the status to allow any part of their lives to take up residence in his home. It also gave him something to look forward to before meeting Y/N, gave him the hope that he was not only worthy of a wife and a family, but actually going to get it one day. When he’d told her to start parking there and given her his spare key, both actions had been signs to himself that she was exactly the woman he’d been hoping, praying, and waiting for. In his excitement to finally wrap his arms around his princess, he left his travel bag in his truck. And boy was he glad he decided to cause seeing her domestically cooking for them with RnB playing in the background short-circuited his brain. Despite remembering distinctly telling her to prepare for a night out as soon as he walked in to see her and what she was doing made his heart grow like the grinch, feeling too big for his chest.

This welcome was far more than he could’ve imagined or asked for and the fact that she did it without him asking or hinting at wanting exactly this experience warmed him in ways he had never known before. She always had this way of subconsciously reading his mind that baffled the fuck outta him. Y/N turned as soon as she heard Erik’s keys hit the bowl on the island, her music, the sounds of cooking, and her hyperfocus having drowned out the sound of him pulling into the garage and walking into the house. She practically leapt into her man’s arms and he responded in kind by wrapping his hands around her thighs and sitting her on the island, kissing her over and over.

“Welcome back Daka!” Y/N said once he pulled away to take a breath and take in her full glow.

“And what a welcome it is, princess. I thought I told you to get ready to go out,” he responded as he rubbed on what he could reach of her ass and her thighs.

“I know, but I figured since you’ve been working so much and traveling for so long that you’d want to relax rather than be a designated driver or anything. Plus I’m kinda selfish, I don’t wanna share you with the outside right now,” her voice taking on a more childish tone with the last sentence, accompanied with a cute ass pout.

“That’s alright princess.”

Erik chuckled at her confession and kissed away her cute forlorn expression making her brighten right back up.

“Plus you always spoil me so I wanted to do the same,” she said with a small pout, suddenly feeling like she doesn’t do enough for him.

“Your presence spoils me enough as it is mamas.”

She brightened at those words and had to push him a little to be able to scooch off the counter.

“Well you deserve more,” she said as she pulled out the cauliflower bites she’d plated a few minutes before he arrived and pulled a bouquet of royal blue roses with 24k gold accents to place in front of him. “May I present your appetizer and a small token of my appreciation for you.”

Erik started to sniffle, fighting back a sudden wave of emotion that was threatening to overwhelm him. He grabbed Y/N and pulled her into a bear hug to hide the happy tears that were escaping despite his efforts. She rubbed on his back and shoulders, allowing him to express himself and savour the moment. When he finally pulled back to swipe at the offending liquid now gracing his face it took a moment for him to fully gather himself and sit on one of his barstools to enjoy what she was doing.

Y/N slid the plate in front of him and said, “I knew you might be a little hungry so hopefully these cauliflower bites will help you make it until dinner is ready and unfortunately I couldn’t find a vase to put your flowers in.”

Erik held out an arm and she happily leaned into his side as she watched him enjoy her hard work.

“That’s alright princess, imma have my friend that makes forever flowers come and pick em up so I can get that done and it’ll come back in a vase.”

“Okay, that’s awesome. I completely forgot about forever flowers. Oh, and there is a hot bath that should be cooled to perfection waiting upstairs for you when you’re done to give me time to finish up down here.”

“You really thought of everything lil bit,” he replied.

“I tried. It’s so hard to spoil a man that has everything.”

“Like hell! You hit it out the park with all of this and like I told you already, your presence spoils me. So, anything extra is just that, extra,” he said as he squeezed her closer for emphasis.

She rubbed on his ears and neck as he continued to eat, reluctant to let her go before he absolutely had to. This was everything and more and her actions proved to him yet again why he’d had the feeling that she was his one. He popped her on the ass before heading upstairs, loving the sound and accompanying jiggle that always graced his ears and eyes when he did that. Despite protesting as usual he heard the mirth in her voice and wondered how much better this night could truly get. As he finally sunk into the bath she prepared for him full of essential oils, epsom salt, and rose petals he thanked the gods again for allowing him to live. Never in a million years could he have imagined his version of a fairytale type of life would meet him like this. 

By the time Y/N plated the surf and turf meal she’d made of salmon, steak, homemade mashed potatoes, with sauteed kale, Erik was coming back down the stairs in nothing but his grey sweats. She damn near forgot she had his expensive whiskey bottle in her hand and had to clutch it quickly to keep it from shattering on the clean kitchen floor. He knew what watching him walk around like that did to her and by the fire in his eyes was counting on his preferred loungewear to make his intentions very clear. That man was finna eat her up as a reward for how she’d welcomed him home and she couldn’t stop clenching her thighs or squirming in anticipation. She shook as she poured his whiskey and her glass of wine and couldn’t find a comfortable position when she sat next to him and watched him enjoy the meal with gusto for a bit. He’d immediately put his hand on her thigh when she sat and squeezed it when he realized she hadn’t even taken a bite.

After a few bites she relaxed a little and asked about his trip, loving to hear the passion in his voice for the project. It was tough and time consuming but he knew it was absolutely worth it. She talked about how her latest passion project was coming along and how she was getting more and more annoyed with having to go to work. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find the will to work somewhere just for money when her passion project brought so much more fulfillment and hardly drained her energy if at all. Erik made another comment about her quitting, moving in with him, and working on her passions full time but she brushed it off as usual. The look in his eyes hinted that he’d be bringing it up more and more now and she made a mental note not to complain so much. She didn’t want him to think that she was just with him for his money though he’d expressed plenty of times that he knew she wasn’t like that.

They finished dinner just in time for the timer on her brownies to go off and Erik raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“What else you been working on mamas?”

She got up and tried to grab their plates, but Erik was quick to shoo her away.

“I made my ooey gooey brownies that you always devour. I figured that was your favorite dessert of mine so far,” she said as she took the pan out and set it on the stove to cool.

Once Erik finished rinsing off their plates and put them in the dishwasher he came to wrap his arms around Y/N and kiss up and down her neck and the side of her face.

“You would be right though your cookies are a close second. What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asked.

She turned in his arms to kiss him and said, “Live big daddy. That’s all you gotta do to deserve me, keep living.”

He teared up again but was able to keep the tears at bay this time.

“Now go find us something to watch while I get the last of this together for us.”

“What else could you possibly have to do woman?” he asked, bewildered by the seemingly endless work she was putting into the night.

“Make us some hot chocolate!” she said as she beamed at him.

He couldn’t chastise that face as much as he wanted to tell her to just sit down already and let him rub on her. It took him a minute to find something that he knew they’d both be interested in, but also wouldn’t mind not finishing. By the time he was finished Y/N was setting a tray on his coffee table with their mugs and a plate piled with a few brownies. Despite wanting to be the one who did the rubbing, she positioned them so that he was laying on her more than she was laying on him. Even though he wanted to end his night between her thighs licking her to nirvana he’d ended up knocked out still between her legs and listening to her heartbeat. There was no way he could stop all the ooey gooey love she’d filled him with combined with her soft hands rubbing out all of the stress from his body and mind from knocking him out.

[artisticestheticreads]

Are y'all over Black Panther fanfics or can I continue to bless y'all with some one shots that I have in my safe?

[erikftglitter]

Sorry [e.k] [two]

Erik is truly sorry. 2/3. [part one]

You felt your entire body shudder as Erik pulled up to the familiar black gate. You felt a small tingling inside of your stomach on the entire way here. You and Erik rarely argued so you were a bit anxious about what he had planned for tonight.

Erik is a natural dominant man. Prior to Erik, sure you had guys who could choke you, or make you feel good sometimes, but they were not the dominant that Erik was. Come to think of it that is probably why you two rarely argued. The last argument ended up with you crying on your knees as Erik fucked your face.

You felt the tip of his dick repeatedly slam to the back of your throat. Fresh tears were running down your cheeks but his movements did not halt. He knew your limit and this was not it. Maybe, just maybe, if you had not called him a “B.A.N” under your breath then you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

You were used to your previous unhealthy relationship and Erik stopped that shit once and for all. In the beginning he knew the small stuff that was clearly coming from a place of prior mistreatment. He was patient and that’s how you two ended up being together. However, what you said to him was not warranted and he wasn’t going to be sweet about it.

You didn’t know that he heard you until you heard his game console power off. Not pause but completely power off. You felt like a piece of tuna cornered by a shark. But you attempted to play it cool and simply ask, “what’s up?”

Erik shook his head and finally approached you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading you back to the living room area. You understood his urging and slowly got to your knees. Of course you’ve sucked his dick in this position many times before, but this was different. There wasn’t going to be any encouragement. He sat his arms up on the back of the couch and pulled his pants down.

“I’m a what sweetheart? Let me hear you say it on this dick since you so bold. And take that shirt off too.”

So here you were shirtless, titties bouncing, as Erik pushed your head further and further down his dick. Spit, tears, and slobber gathered all around his dick and you began to use your hands to stroke him as you sucked. No other man in the world would’ve had the upper hand to do this to you, but then there was Erik.

The tears this time were from embarrassment. You knew he didn’t play that so you had nobody else to blame. Almost as if he read your thoughts he spoke quick after. He fisted a good chunk of your hair to pull you off of him.

“We don’t do that shit. Okay?”

You nodded your head and even though you were a nasty mess, Erik still looked at you with those alluring eyes. This time you were the one to start it back up. You wanted to apologize for the error and the low moans coming from his mouth encouraged you to go on. He came soon afterwards with long ropes of cum lubricating the back of your throat and you swallowed it all.

“Get upstairs.”

The sound of the car doors unlocking stopped your flashback. You didn’t do anything wrong but your natural submission to Erik conflicted your feelings. Still, you didn’t open the door, as there’s a whole other story about what happened when you did that.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence to the his front door. He had to let your hand go in order to unlock the door and you frowned at the lack of warmth. That’s when it hit you. You loved Erik. Yeah you two were together for a little while and were committed to each other, but the sudden realization that you haven’t seen or felt his warmth for days troubled you.

“Come on.”

Erik’s voice stopped your thoughts and you reattached your hand to his. You glanced down your hands and back to your eyes. You couldn’t read his expression but you know that he read yours. Erik always knew what you wanted and how you felt, so this entire argument was his fault for being too stubborn to admit his wrongdoing. However, he was confident that after tonight you would forget all about it.

You walked to his bedroom and gasped at the rose pedals and flowers laid out. Heart shaped chocolate, wine, fresh fruit, and candy covered the bed. You felt your bottom lip begin to poke out and you knew the tears would soon follow. Erik watched you closely, stepping out of his shoes in the process.

You practically jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Your man. Your man. Your man.

“Don’t do that again. I was so worried about you!” You scolded in the midst of your tears. You patted your face in attempt not to drag your makeup down.

“I won’t baby and I’m sorry. There’s no excuse to make you sit up and worry about me. Not talking and seeing you for days hurt a nigga’s soul. We can’t be doing that shit.” His arms wrapped around you tightly. He’s just happy that he got his baby back. You had no clue the lengths he was going through just to make sure he was forgiven.

He softly placed you down in the one corner of the bed that wasn’t completely decorated. He bent down to give you a quick kiss before taking your heels and panties off. You felt the sudden cool breeze on your heat and began to squirm. He lifted the dress up and grunted once he finally seen what rightfully belonged to him.

This time Erik fell to his knees.

You could already feel the electrifying feeling in your spine as you waited on him to get closer. Erik did not fall restless so you knew that if he was going to apologize that you were gonna be here for a while.

In one motion you felt his thick lips place a kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help the moan that followed. Erik’s lips curled into a smile when he felt your body shudder. He used his hands to expose the skin of your clit and began to lick and suck on it. In a couple of minutes you were already a withering, squirting mess.

He was far from finished. “That’s one.” You heard him growl. Realization hit you that he was not leaving your legs until you got nine more out. By your second orgasm you began to cream. Erik’s tongue was lapping your clit over and over again and when you tried to push him away he tightened his grip on you.

Instead of allowing you to rest he pushed in two fingers and watched as your pussy opened up to them. He thrusted them upwards in the motion that he learned made your back arch and kissed your pussy lips as he did so. You were melting underneath him. Yelling out all types of obscenities. By orgasm four you squirted again, thanks to his fingers curling up repeatedly. He wasn’t satisfied even though he heard the screams leaving your mouth.

Again, this was your fault. You told him that you never came from oral sex once you two began dating and having open conversations. By the next day Erik had made you squirt all over his backseat. His detailer never asked any questions, but your face still flushed when Erik made you ride with him to pick the car up. “Look at how much he scrubbing. You soaked them seats mama.”

So every time that Erik ate you out he took it to the extreme. You were not allowed one or two orgasms. He praised you and that meant that you needed to cum on his tongue at least five times. But if he was counting then you can expect that number to double.

You looked down to see Erik’s eyes closed as he pushed you to your limit. His tongue darting in and out of your folds, arms keeping you still, and your clit was damn near swollen from the attention. You were never ignoring this man again. Your body jerked when you felt an unknown feeling at your entrance. That wasn’t daddy.

In a swift second the object began to vibrate and your body thrashed.

“E-Erik! I can’t!” You yell at him and he just smiles. Your body arching up to the vibrator thrusting in and out of you got his dick rock hard. He was enjoying the view.

“I’m just trying to say I’m sorry baby.” He said smugly. He knew that you were putty in his hands and he loved every second of it.

“Just cum one more time for me.” And you did just that. With two more thrusts from the white toy you were a mess. Nipples protruded, tears freshly falling down your face, and pussy completely drenched. You knew that Erik loved to eat your pussy but tonight had your thoughts so slurred that you weren’t making any sense.

“Now arch that back.”

[part three]

[nextstopwonderland]

My biggest takeaways from this story are:

1. Claudio truly was not lying when he said Bryan loves to get into mischief

2. Bryan loves to go wild in Germany and both of these times happened when he was around ZSJ. This story took place when he fought zsj at 16 carat, and then we have the story of him going dancing with Zack in Germany at a beach party club.

Also look at that delighted little dragon who has never had a drink in his life trying to make others drink what a little shit 🥰

Thank you to @ariszed for sharing this story with me

[writerbee-ffs]

SoftBoi Erik x Reader (Uriah)

Summary: Loosely based off on “Spend it” by Summer Walker.

Uriah is a soft girl but Erik pissed her off sooo she spends Erik’s ✨munyun✨. With all the Sinners fics I HIGHkey been missing Erik lil thotty ass.

Furious wasn’t even the word to describe Uriah’s mood. She was in a full-blown psychotic state. A part of her seriously considered having a full Angela Bassett Waiting to Exhale moment with his clothes. Erik had pissed her off one too many times, and she was done.

She stormed out of his house and returned to her condo in the sky—because seriously, who the fuck needed Erik?

They’d gotten into another heated argument—this time over his feelings for her. Or rather, his inability to express them. And of course, Erik brushed her off like always, claiming she was “tripping” and that she should already know how he felt. But she didn’t. Sure, he bought her things. Said “I love you” occasionally. But she needed more than that. She wanted to hear why he loved her. Why her. Was that really too much to ask?

Uriah was done. Or so she told herself. Meanwhile, Erik wouldn’t stop blowing up her phone with calls and texts. Honestly, she was shocked he hadn’t already shown up at her door, banging to be let in.

Ding.

Another text. Erik was relentless.

“You done acting like a brat?”

“Call me when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”

“You miss this?”

That last one came with a picture of his dick. Typical.

He was the childish one, not her. If he could just be honest about his damn feelings, all of this would blow over. But instead, she was thirty-something, ready to settle down, while Erik still wanted to play games.

Fine. She could play too.

She fired back a single text, ignoring the garbage above it:

“Give me the last four of your credit card. Buy back my love—you can keep your heart.”

The bubbles popped up instantly.

“0004.”

Got him, she thought, smirking as she closed the app.

She wasn’t usually the type to buy lavish things, but Erik was. And she couldn’t wait to piss him off with all the extra charges when the statement hit.

She spent the afternoon deciding: elevate her “earthy girl” aesthetic or redecorate the condo she’d practically abandoned after getting serious with Erik. She opted for both.

Givenchy, diamonds, and pearls—three months’ worth of rent spent in a single spree. She knew Erik would be livid when the notifications started rolling in. That was the point.

Every purchase? Overnighted. Or, at minimum, express shipping.

She didn’t want sweet nothings anymore. She wanted to be spoiled. Pleasured.

Uriah stretched from her spot on the couch, got up, and packed her small orange duffle for a solo dinner followed by a luxurious two day staycation—spa, massage, the works. One more purchase wouldn’t hurt, she thought as she stepped out.

⸻

“No, I still haven’t heard from him.” Uriah mumbled into the phone, balancing it between her shoulder and ear while turning the key into her front door.

It had been three days since Erik’s last call or text. At this point, she was convinced it was over. And she might just have to sell her ass—and toes—to pay off all the damage she did to his black card.

She dropped her duffle and turned on the foyer light.

“FUCK!” she yelped.

There he was. Erik. Sitting in the middle of a sea of her packages.

“Ma, I’ll call you back,” she muttered, placing the phone down, eyes never leaving his.

“Erik, what are you doing here?”

He sat wide-legged in her chair, arms stretched over the sides like a king on a throne. Silent. Watching.

She scanned the room—most boxes were ripped open, contents sprawled across the floor and couch. Her heart pounded.

She stood frozen, like a child caught doing something bad.

“Baby?” she whispered, tucking a loc behind her ear. “I missed you.”

When in doubt, butter him up.

She eased her way between his legs.

“Silk Chanel scarf, $550. Givenchy blouse, $1,650. Pearl studs, $170…” Erik read from his phone, tracking her approach.

He stood, towering over her.

“Spend it on me?” he quoted from her message. “How you feel, Princess?”

His smirk brushed her ear like a whisper.

“I—I…”

Words failed her. The spite had melted into something softer, more vulnerable.

“Speak, Princess,” he said.

He rustled through the chaos, finally pulling out a box. Savage X Fenty.

“I’m feeling generous,” he said. “I’ll let you pick.”

That grin again. Deadly.

She exhaled sharply—hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath.

No time to overthink. She chose something buttercream yellow, delicate. She smoothed vanilla-coconut cream over her cocoa skin and slipped the lingerie on. Her locs cascaded freely down her back, just above the swell of her ass.

“Sit.”

His voice carried from the doorway.

She obeyed, settling at the edge of the bed as he approached.

“Uriah went and spent Daddy’s money like the fucking brat she is,” he spoke, amused.

He opened a James Allen jewelry box and placed a single diamond necklace around her neck.

“You’ve got good taste, though.”

He kissed her neck. She shivered.

“Erik, I’m sor—”

“Nah, Princess.” He locked eyes with hers. “You’re not sorry. Stand on business.”

Her lips parted. Her body buzzed.

“Before, my love couldn’t be bought. But now… maybe that’s all I want.”

She crawled up the bed.

“Buy me more, Daddy.” She pinched a nipple, spread her legs. “You never talk. You just throw gifts at me. But never your love.”

Her fingers slid between her thighs. Roaming her wet opening.

“Do you love me, Daddy?” Uriah began to unravel without his help.

Erik grabbed her wrist, licking her slick from her fingers before replacing them with his own.

He knelt beside the bed, stretching her open. Her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled.

“Of course I fucking love you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

When he pulled his fingers from her, she whimpered. He trailed kisses from her neck to her thighs before diving back in.

“I love you!” she moaned, legs shaking. He lapped her up like honey.

He hovered, pressing kisses all over her face, then aligned himself with her entrance. His thick length slid in slow, deliberate.

“I love you,” he moaned into her mouth. “I fucking love you, Uriah.”

His thrusts were unhurried.

He hadn’t cared about the money. He had plenty. What hurt was his own inability to say what he felt.

But this? This was how he showed it. Every soft stroke was a confession.

Uriah’s hips moved with his rhythm, tears slipping down her cheeks as he pushed her legs back for a deeper angle.

He had never touched her like this.

Her body gave in.

“Baaaaby—”

He stroked her through it.

“That’s Daddy’s princess,” he whispered. “I love how you take care of us. I love your mind. I love the way your nose wrinkles when you think. How passionate you are. The way you care for everyone without wanting anything in return. Your fire. The way you challenge me. Make me a better man. I’m in love with you, Uriah.”

She sobbed beneath him. “I love you so much, Erik.”

And with every word, every movement, his walls crumbled.

Later, as they lay tangled together, she teased, “Maybe I should spend all your money. You talk better when I do.”

Erik chuckled, fingers stroking her locs. “Princess, you can have whatever you want.”

His voice faded into sleep.

Fuck that black card, she thought, snuggling into him. He has my heart.

[madameaug]

Whose Better Than Me?

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Black Fem Reader

WARNING: Erik is extremely toxic. Threats of homicide and suicide. If these subjects matters upset you please scroll :)

The chapel smelled like roses and old wood.

It had seen better days — faded pews, chipped altar, dust tucked into the corners of its stained-glass windows. But the church still stood with pride, rooted in generations of Black love and tradition. Your paternal grandmother was baptized here, as were her parents before her. It was also the same place your mother and father exchanged vows.

There was a lot of history here.

You stood behind the heavy double doors, heart beating hard against your ribcage. You fiddled with the lace at your waist, trying to keep your hands from shaking. The vintage-style dress hugged your upper body with a sweetheart neckline that perfectly framed the sapphire pendant your mother wore on her wedding day. From the waist down, it flared into a voluminous ball gown. Your natural curls were slicked back into a neat, low bun, woven with tiny white crystals like fallen stars.

You felt silly for being this nervous — not cold feet, just emotion bubbling too close to the surface. You blinked fast to keep your makeup from smudging. Your fiancé was a good man—no, a great one. Alvin Freeman. Dentist. Soft-spoken. Generous. A man with a honey complexion, calloused hands from years of working in underserved communities, and a smile that could warm the bitterest room. He proposed just one year after meeting you at a public health conference, and not once had he made you feel like you were too much or not enough.

Regulating your heart rate you blew out a heavy breath. Your father stood on your right. Years of hard work etched into his skin, calluses that could only be grown from thirty years in manual labor. Yet in your arms they felt like pillows. A man of few words, you didn't bring to his attention the red glaze in his eyes. Tears threatening to fall. You were the last of his 'baby girls' to wed.

The doors opened. The soft piano cover of Beyoncé’s "1+1" floated through the air. You took your first step, and it suddenly felt like everyone in the room was watching just you. Their eyes were heavy with joy, memories, expectation.

Your gaze stayed straight ahead. Not daring to glance at your sister, who you could hear sniffling, or your mother, who you knew was mouthing a prayer.

Alvin stood at the altar, eyes already brimming with tears. His seafoam-gray suit fit him like a glove, and his cologne drifted to you like a whisper. When he saw you, his jaw trembled.

"You look beautiful, baby," he said, voice low and cracking.

You smiled, wiped his tears, and the guests let out a soft "aww." As the officiant welcomed everyone, Alvin lifted your veil. It was surreal. You were floating.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered her today to witness and celebrate the union of two souls in marriage. Today is a day of joy. Marriage is a promise a promise to stand beside one another through every high and every low, every triumph and every challenge. It's not only built on passion, but trust, respect and unwavering commitment.

On this day, Yn Ln and Dr. Alvin Freeman are choose each other- choosing to walk forward hand in hand, not as two individuals but as life partners. In front of friends, family, and the people who mean the most to them, they make a sacred vow to cherish, to protect, and to love.

They have both taken the time to write their vows to each other. But before we move the exchanging of vows, I ask if there is anyone here who has reasons why this couple should not be joined in marraige.

Speak now-"

"You don't have to finish the rest."

Every head turned.

Erik Stevens stepped through the open church doors like he owned the place.

Combat boots. Fatigues. A devil-may-care smirk stitched across his face. The room didn’t recognize him — but you did. Your soul did. He wasn’t just an ex. He was a ghost you’d buried.

"How come I didn't get the invite, Yn. You don't want me here on your big day." He emphasized the later half of the sentence. Mouth dry and speechless, you couldn't muster up the ability to speak.

"Erik." Your fiancé snarled.

"Oh, so you have told him about me." Parking his step, his eyes never left yours. Barely even acknowledging the stares from all around. His eyes were focused. Focused on no one but you.

"Get the fuck out of here."

Never had you heard Alvin use that tone of voice. He was a naturally easy-going man. Rarely fixing his voice to raise it above a conversational tone. Stepping in front, you, Alvin squared off with Erik.

Brave- yet stupid.

Sure you had a discussion about your previous relationships. And you were honest, telling Alvin about your relationship with Erik. Erik was a man hardened by the world, with a stack of cards less than promising. Mother sentenced to federal prison for life, left to be raised by a father who ran the streets. Until the moment his father was gunned down outside of the apartment Erik lived in. Shipped between foster care, Erik never knew of a good, loving home. A man looking for someone to carry some of his baggage and make his pain hurt less.

You never told Alvin about Killmonger. Erik's black-ops code name that haunted you in this very moment. The skills that Erik was naturally gifted with made him a perfect asset for the US Navy Seals. To the public, he was a defense strategist and specialist. But all that really meant is that he was a ruthless killer.

Erik held the title of being your first real relationship. No puppy love, but plans for forever. You never told Alvin that Erik had shown you all the wrong ways love wasn't supposed to feel. That you both were trapped in a cycle of loving and hurting each other.

Taking a step toward Erik, Erik looked over his shoulder. Smiling at the frightened faces of your family. Lifting his shirt, Erik pulled out a semiautomatic pistol. Aiming directly at Alvin's head with one eye closed with chilling precision.

"I ain't going nowhere." You could hear the hinges unwraveling from the way Erik spoke. Your chances of walking out of here with no bloodshed were dwindling with every passing second.

Alvin lunged toward Erik, and a gunshot cut through the silent tension.

Everyone hit the ground.

And officially, all hell broke loose.

Your ears rang. For a moment, all you could hear was a high-pitched ringing. Slightly disoriented, you hadn't realized how hard you hit the ground. The wooden floor now cold as your elbows scraped against it. Your train twisted beneath you, you kept your head down until you heard your sister's panicked scream.

Looking to your left you saw scrambled to your knees crawling over to Alvin.

He was down; his body lay stiff on the steps leading to the altar. Blood was already soaking through the pale fabric of the suit. The suit that he picked out because you liked the color. His breathing was ragged and his eyes blinked slowly.

"Stay with me- just breathe, baby. I got you, You're gonna be okay." Hands covered in blood. It was like a horror movie coming to real life. Your dress ruined. However, that couldn't even fully register, as you were only concerned with keeping Alvin breathing.

"Yn." He rasped. "Leave, get away from here."

"Shh. Don't talk. Save your energy." You said, panic tightening your throat.

In front of you Erik peered over you. He clicked the safety and tucked the gun into his waistband.

"Look what you made me do,” he said, voice almost playful. “You always did have a thing for soft niggas. Thought maybe the white coat would make me jealous, huh?”

He looked around at the horrified faces of your family, everyone either frozen in shock or crying silently on the floor. “Y’all don’t gotta worry. As long as nobody tries to be a hero again… I ain't shooting nobody else.”

He turned to you with that same venomous grin. “Unless I gotta.”

You stood, body shielding Alvin’s, even though your knees threatened to buckle.

“You’ve made your fucking point, Erik. Just let them go. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

He tilted his head at you, like what you just said was so amusing to him.

"See, that's where you're wrong. They have everything to do with this. They put you int that dress. They talked you into some happily-ever-after bullshit with a man who ain't built to handle you." He stepped close to you. His voice lower.

"You think I forgot about you? You think I ever could?"

"You are the one who left me." You shot back.

"You put a gun to my head when I begged you to stay with me. But you choose your missions, every single time."

"I protected you. You never saw the dark sides From the evils of this world. I was called to a greater purpose. Liberating people who look like us all over the world. I left so you wouldn't see what I turned into."

Shaking your head you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"I never stopping thinking about you. I watched from a distance to make sure you were safe. You were mine then, and you're still mine now."

With as much defiance you could gather, you swallowed hard. "You became a monster."

He scoffed.

"Is that so? I remember the way you looked at me when I was the only one who had your back. When no one believed in you. When the world turned its back on you, who was there for you Yn? Me. Every time you cried, I wiped those tears. When I brought Heaven to your Earth. Admit it. You couldn't get enough of me."

"Don't pretend this clean-cut charity case dentist loves you the way I did. He can't even survive a bullet wound."

"Come with me, and no one else has to get hurt."

You looked back down at Alvin. His eyes still full of love for you. He held your hand weakly. Shaking he brought your hand to his lips. New blood is beginning to pool at the corner.

"Erik, he needs a doctor!"

"I don't give a damn about him." Alvin's grip on your hands progressively gets weaker. Moving your hands to hold his face, your body sobbed. His breathing was shallow, every second ticked by like a death sentence.

Erik continued pacing. Growing more frustrated by the minute. On his way over here he timed to the exact minute how long he was going to take. Calculating the math to be just shy of nine minutes. He burned through five minutes already.

"Do you remember the night I left for Wakanda. You pleaded for me not to leave. How you grabbed onto to me, crying not to leave you. Said that you needed me to feel safe."

But you were silent. You didn't look up. Holding Alvin's head into your chest. But you must have forgotten how Erik feels when he is ignored. It was one of his childhood triggers. Feeling ignored, abandoned. It made him desperate for recognition.

"Don't fucking ignore me, Yn." He snapped, in a swift motion pulled out the gun again.

Crouching down to the other side where Alvin laid. He burned a glare into your face. You could feel his eyes, but you opted to keep eye contact with Alvin.

"You welcomed me back with open arms. I came back with new scars, a couple on fractures that would take months to heal. You didn't care. You loved me, took care of me."

"I didn't know what else to do. I was scared." You hissed.

"You kept me in the dark. You came home with blood on your hands. I stayed only because I thought I could help you. But that's how you used me. That's how you controlled me."

A bitter laugh erupted from him. "Control? Not at all baby. If I wanted control you'd be in the car already. No dress, no ring."

A fresh wave of rage washed over him.

"You think he could ever know you the way I do? He'll never be able to make you feel the same as I did. The way you use to whimper for me. Legs shaking, your body molded for me. He can never give you that."

Prepared to seal Alvin's fate, your father stood up from his seat. Fury written all over his face. Erik always prepared pulled out a second weapon. But now it was aiming at your father.

"Sit the fuck down old man."

You lunged onto his legs. "Don't! Please- Erik. Don't you fucking dare."

"There's my girl.I always knew you liked the crazy."

"I was misguided and you loved that. You fed off it. I didn't know what love felt like. You made me believe love hurts."

He was quiet for a moment. Really quiet. Nostrils flaring.

"You think this is pain? This ain't nothing. I would do anything for you. I came here for you."

"You shot my fiance!" You screamed at him.

"Stop bringing him up." Clicking off the safety on the gun pointed at Alvin. Erik locked eyes with you.

"Tell me, Yn are you willing to die for him?"

"Please-"

With a warning shot nearly missing Alvin's chest. Erik wanted a direct answer.

Yes or no.

His fingers hovered over the trigger. "You wanna keep playing this game. I told you. You come with me and nobody else dies." He barked out.

You stood to your feet, slowly. Alvin groaned behind you, you could hear his wheezing getting louder. Your heart was splitting down the middle. Palms open you approached Erik.

"Put the gun down, and I'll go with you."

"Yn no-" Alvin tried to reach for you, but the amount of blood that he loss was catching up to him.

Erik remained stoic by his words. He stared at you. Like he was trying to read every part of your brain. Showing a slight act of good faith, Erik lowered the gun pointed at your father. You saw his chest drop, slightly relieved that his life was no longer in immediate danger.

"You have one chance." Erik pointed the weapon at you. Not aiming to kill, but to move in the direction away from Alvin. Leaning over Alvin, Erik's smile grew.

"I don't even have to waste another bullet on you." He lifted his foot to provide a swift kick to his abdomen. One kick turned to two, then three. No one dared move from their position. Erik laughed as he brutalized Alvin. Not caring that splurts of blood landed on the wooden floor.

Quenching his thirst for violence Erik grabbed one of your arms with a death grip. Leading you away from the chapel and way from your family. But you hadn't lost your fight. You saw the SUV that Erik had likely prepared for his escape. You wiggled against him, trying to run away. But he was strong, too strong.

Putting all your weight on your heels, you faught with all your might. Tearing the sleeve on your dress. In the moment of distraction, you managed to reach for one of the pistols on Erik's hip.

Now, balancing the odds in your favor you took a step back. Hands shaking from the weight of the weapon. Erik just stood in place. His gaze followed your every breath. He hadn't reached for his gun yet, but it was out by his sides.

"Hands up!" You commanded.

"I'm not afraid to die," His voice wasn't raised. No indication of fear- it was worse than that. Calm. Cold. Controlled.

"Part of me died a long time ago."

"You need help, Erik."

“You ever look in the mirror and not recognize the man staring back?” he continued, eyes unfocused now. “I seen too much. Done too much. Burned through every goddamn good thing in my life, and for what? So I could stand here and watch you marry some soft-ass man who never had to fight for his life?”

For every step he took forward, you took two steps backwards. Removing the other gun from his waistband, he put the barrel to his temple.

For the first time that day, he showed an emotion other than anger. He was allowing you to see him.

"Do you not love me?"

"I used to." You paused before you continued. "I really did."

"Then how could you move on. Leave everything that we had behind."

"Because I love him. Erik, I was in a dark place myself when we started dating. I was trying to figure out how to love you, while trying to love myself. It was never going to last."

"You don't know that."

"It was clear as day. The fighting to make up. The cussing and throwing things, just to hold each other and confess our fears. It was a recipe for a disaster."

Your eyes blurred, and you put down the gun. Erik kept the gun pointed at his temple. He was unusually quiet. He shook his head looking at the ground.

"Everytime I find something good in my life, it slips right out of my hand."

"But not this time." He pointed the gun at you, know with his fingers over the trigger.

"You will be the last thing I let slip out of my hands again. I can promise you that." And with his tone, he meant every word.

"We will leave this Earth together, Yn. This world don't mean shift if you aren't with me."

"It doesn't have to be this way." Slowly raising the gun back up. You were unsure if you were actually prepared to pull the trigger. Crossing the lines from victim to perpetrator.

With one final plea, you asked for Erik to leave. An eye twitched, and he looked you over. As if this would be the last time. Then he turned- gun still in his hand. He got into the SUV, speeding off, a smell of burned tire in the air.

Sirens could be heard in the distance.

You fell to the ground. The dress doing little to cushion your fall. Little had you know, Alvin had just taken his last breath.

[chromehoney]

“MS. DOLLY’S GARDEN OF LILIES.”

ELIJAH “SMOKE” MOORE.

• “plug!smoke x nerdy!black!fem!reader.”

• “smoke x reader x stack!” , part two, part three, part four.

• “yearning!bestfriend!smoke x spoiled!black!fem!reader.”

• “playground rules - smoke x reader x stack.”

• “criminal!smoke x black!fem!bimbo!dumb-ish!reader.”

• “olderman!smoke x black!fem!stubborn!sassy!reader.”

•smoke x annie x fem!black!reader

ELIAS “STACK” MOORE.

• “smoke x reader x stack!”

• “playground rules - smoke x reader x stack.”

“TERRY RICHMOND.”

• “crazy!terryrichmond.”

@k1ssyoursister for the dividers.

“all i wanna, ain’t not other, we together i remember sweet love all long. they say true loves the greatest weapon. to win the war caused by pain. but every diamond has imperfections but my love was too pure to watch it chip away. boy nothing real can be threatened, true love brings salvation back into. me. with every tear came redemption, and my torturer ‘came my remedy. so many people i know just tryna touch ya, kiss up and feel up on ya. kiss up and feel up on ya. all night long.”

-beyoncé.

[clearlydiamondz]

Day's in Counting

Erik!Stevens X Black!OC X Black!OC

Part One

________________ After Halle admits to her roommate and fuck buddy Normeli about her sex dry spell, Normeli and Erik decides to help relieve her stress with just a tad bit of teasing.

Warnings: Threesome, Polymerous Relationship, slight voyeurism ________________

Normeli was a strong believer in the woman’s body and the things that pleased it. If something feels good, she thinks women deserve to experience it. Out of all the stuff that a woman’s body is put through, she believes that it deserves to be rewarded. Whether it was a simple message or even an orgasm. Being bisexual, she knew the in and outs of a woman’s body and she knew what to do with a man’s body to make her feel good.  

Normeli was a professional sex specialist. She helped many couples who lacked the sex part of their relationships, sparking new ideas and guidance to bring couples’ sex lives back to.. well life. So far, she’s had a one hundred percent success rate. 

Normeli was also very in tuned with her own sex life. She knew her own body, and the only people to touch her knew her body also. Relationships weren’t really her thing. Not yet anyway. She was still young and free and didn’t have no plans of settling down for the next two years. So finding someone who would be down to sexually please her, and also not looking for the relationship aspect was hard. 

That was until she met Mr. Stevens.

She met him at her close friend’s dinner party about a year ago. The topic of her being a sex specialist came up, and the conversation wasn’t a happy one. 

She cut into her steak bringing it to her mouth as she moaned. “Oh my god, this is so good,” she said looking up at her friend, Mia. 

“I told you! The chef here is amazing.” she gushed eating her own steak. She was about to say something, but someone walked into the private area where they were holding her event. 

He was a tall man with a perfect face. Deep dimples, bright white smile, built like a God almost. He had on a white T-Shirt, blue khakis, and a pair of white and blue Gucci shoes. His locs looked like they were just retwisted, and were braided to the back. 

“Erik!” Mia exclaimed standing up. He smiled at her, it was like Normeli fell in love with his face. 

“Congratulations!” he replied hugging her. He handed her a small gift before waving at everyone. His eyes caught a look at her to see that she was definitely checking him out. She caught his eyes too. Her dark skin looked like it was oiled down, and the all-white dress she had complimented her skin perfectly, showing her right forearm covered in tattoos. She had knotless braids thatF were parted to the side, with nude beat makeup. Her lip gloss made her lips and smile the first thing he noticed, wanting to just kiss and bite it. 

He knew everyone sitting at this table, but he wanted to get to know her personally. “Hey Erik..” he turned around and saw Mia’s sister, Aniyah. 

“What’s up.” he nodded his head toward her. He knew that Aniyah was feeling him. He always did ever since high school and even years later. She just wasn’t his type. Especially because she was a tad bit... rude. 

He sat down at the empty spot that was next to Normeli, Aniyah looked a tad bit annoyed by his action. 

“Oh, how rude of me. Erik, this is my friend Normeli. Normeli, this is my friend Erik.” she introduced the two as she looked at him. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Erik.” she smiled at him. Her voice was deep and sultry. It was like honey. It reminded him of Beyoncé a little bit. Especially with the southern accent.

“Please, the pleasure is all mine.” he smiled back at her. 

She knew when a man was flirting with her and when a man wanted her. She could read it in their body language. If it wasn’t for his body language, his eyes gave it all away.

“I’ll have someone come out to give you your dish. I made sure it had all of your modifications for your diet,” she said sitting back down and drinking her wine. 

“So, how does it feel to finally be lead council?” Normeli turned around looking at her friend. 

“So stressful but so worth it.” Mia smiled. 

“Well if anyone deserves it, it’s you.” Normeli smiled back touching her hand. 

“Me? Let’s talk about you opening up your own office! And getting your bachelor.” she said raising an eyebrow at her, Normeli sighed. 

“This is not about me. This is about you...” she trailed off as Mia scoffed. 

“A lot of black excellence is in the room so this is about us. Everyone really.” Mia told her, as Erik spoke up. 

“Office? What do you do?” Erik asked her. The waitress came by with his plate, setting it down as he thanked her. 

“I am a sex specialist,” she said. 

“What? Is that a fancy word for prostitute now? I swear people try to normalize the most heinous of things.” Aniyah rolled her eyes.

“Aniyah! Shut up!” Mia snapped at her. 

“What? I’m serious. Just say you’re a hooker and move on.” 

“Actually no, I’m not a hooker,” Normeli said laughing. “I help people and couples become in tune with their sex life and/or sexuality. Discover things about their bodies. I even help people who are planning on having a baby, and even being the doula for some.” she said with a smile. It was never her intention to be rude back. It was always best to kill with kindness. 

“She’s going to be my Douala for when I and Chris decide to have babies,” Mia said holding onto her husband’s hand. 

“Plus, I use my education in psychology to help those who have been sexually assaulted or sexually abused become in touch again. So I can reassure you, I do not have sex with my clients. That’s a huge no-no in my book.” she finished off. 

“Huh, that’s pretty interesting. What made you want to do that?” Erik said. 

“Well besides my own trauma, I feel like sex is a taboo subject when it shouldn’t be. Just like how Aniyah immediately jumped to conclusion that I was a sex worker because I specialize in intercourse,” she said. Aniyah glared at her with annoyance and anger. 

“Which is not her fault. Society has formed us to think that sex is something that you keep to yourself. And if you are open about it, you’re shamed. But I believe it’s important to have these conversations because we can avoid all the negative stereotypes that come with sex. Like called being a hoe because you’re hypersexual or being called a prude because you don’t want to have sex. And so far, my work has been a hundred percent success rate. With open conversations, I have helped three couples welcome home four beautiful babies.” she said in confidence. 

“That doesn’t even sound right. Three couples and four babies? Okay...” Aliyah scoffed. Mia glared at her once again. 

“Yeah... because twins don’t exist,” Normeli said. It made the table laugh, making Aliyah snap. 

“Okay, I’ll say it. I don’t feel comfortable with you sitting here talking about sex. It’s disgusting and I’m eating. Have some fucking decorum. No one wants to hear about your job as a sex worker. So can you like, shut up about it.” she responded back as Normeli looked at her in shock.

“Fair enough...” she awkwardly said. 

“Well me personally, I would like to hear more about it. Mind giving me your number,” he said pulling out his phone to hand it to her. 

“Of course, I can even help you and your wife if-” 

“Oh... I’m single.” he chuckled as she smirked at him. 

“Sorry...” Aliyah seethed at the fact that Erik was flirting with her. Especially even after hearing what she does for work. 

After dinner, Normeli was walking out to her car when she heard her name being yelled at. She turned around and saw Erik walking over to her car. 

“Well ain’t that something. I’m parked right next to you,” he said pointing to his white G-Wagon. 

“Hmm, it is something.” she chuckled placing her purse in her car and looking back up at Erik. “What do you have planned for the night?” she asked him. 

“Well, I’m taking some PTO, so probably just go home. Have a cold beer,” she smirked at him. 

“Alone?” 

“Well.. it doesn’t have to be,” he smirked back at her. She chuckled looking down at the ground and then back at him. 

“Make that number useful Mr.Stevens.” She would have most definitely taken that man back home with her. But because mother nature wanted to give her the monthly subscription, it was a no-go. 

“Don’t worry... I will.”

After that night, they went out to dinner to get to know each other a little bit better. It was no secret that the two of them were feeling each other. Both romantically and sexually.

Being the outspoken person she is, she invited him back to her place knowing that her roommate, Halle, wasn’t there. She would be doing extra shifts at the strip club after her classes. 

After that night, Erik swore up and down that he was not letting this girl go. Not even for a second. He’d have her at his house on every piece of furniture he had to offer. 

Normeli sat in the living room drinking some wine and reading a self-care book when she heard the front door open. Looking back, she saw Halle come with her bags and food. “You’re home early.”

“The place was dead and I needed to come home to study.” she plopped down on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table. “My body is so sore.” she groaned rubbing the back of her neck. 

“Hm, I think I know what I can to help with that,” Normeli smirked as Halle looked at her. 

“No, the last time you said that I-”

“Ooh don’t remind me. I still have dreams about that night.” Normeli said rubbing Halle’s thighs. 

Honestly, that night seemed like something the two of them would watch in a porno while rubbing their clits. Normeli offered to give her a message. It started off innocent, while her fingers were slowly getting closer to her pussy. She knew what she was doing,  and Halle didn’t want her to stop. 

Normeli knew Halle been with girls. She would bring her friends back to the place after partying, with alcohol and a bit of weed, they were in Halle’s room fucking. Normeli heard it, for the first time being shocked because she seemed like an innocent girl. But what she heard, she couldn’t help but play with her pussy listening to the noises. 

So when Normeli had the opportunity, she took a shot at it. And scored. 

The two often messed around, especially when they are bored. She and Erik never really talked about their relationship. And even though she knew for a certain fact she wanted Erik, she always wanted Halle.

Ah... Halle. The complete opposite of Normeli. Only three years younger than Normeli. It shocked her when she found out that Halle was a stripper. She’s shy, and always has her head in a book or studying for school. She wanted to be a Labor and Delivery nurse, so she was a full-time student that danced at the nightclub. 

It was easy money, and she made a lot of it. Things that she couldn’t afford when she was just working a regular 9-5 at the hospital. She bought her first car and paid it off within a year. She paid her rent 6 months in advance. She spoiled herself with the nicest things also. 

She looked at the time and saw that it was still early. She was caught up in all her work and studied before she left her friends Desirae apartment so the night was all hers. 

“So.. how are you and Erik?” she said sitting back and looking at her. “You guys seem to be getting close,” she smirked at her. 

“No, we’re just keeping things simple. I like it. He likes it. What’s not to like?” she admitted as she sighed. 

“Gosh, I wish it was that easy for me.”

“What?” Normeli asked curiously. 

“You know, finding someone. I know a lot of people look at me weirdly because I dance. And don't even get my started on the dry spell I'm having without a guy" she confessed. It didn’t really cross Normeli’s mind that those things do affect her dating life. 

“Hmm, wow. I’m sorry about that,” she said placing her hand on her shoulder. 

“Aye, it’s alright.” she sighed. "I am so tired.. the shifts at the club is killing me." she groaned.

"You know I told you that you didn't have to do that anymore. I can give you the money for your tuition and pay the rent." Normeli reminded her.

A few months back when Normeli found out, she was shock. Halle had to basically explain that her and her sisters were in and out of foster care, so she wasn't really a 'trust fund baby'. She knew that she needed to do something with her life but sadly, college ain't cheap. Stripping was an easy and convenient way to make a lot of money.

"I can't do that. You know that. I appreciate the offer though." she smiled at her as Normeli shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, the offer is still there.. I promise."

 “Well, I’m going to take this time to catch up on some sleep,” she said grabbing her things off of the coffee table. The two of them heard a knock on the door as she looked back at Normeli. 

“Oh yeah, Erik is coming over,” she said closing her book and placing the empty glass on the table. Halle shook her head with a chuckle. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll let him in,” she said walking to the front door. She unlocked it and saw him standing there. He wore a pair of black sweatpants, a black hoodie that had writing on it with a pair of off-white Yeezy foam runners.

“Hi Erik, she’s in the living room,” she said stepping out of his way as he smiled at her. 

Halle had a tiny crush on Erik, how could she not? It seemed like he always teased her, but she always just pushed it off as just him being friendly.

But it was passed that. He thought she was a cute innocent thing. He was surprised that she was a stripper, but it intrigued him how she looks when she is dancing. 

“What’s up, Halle. How’s school going?” he asked her taking off his shoes as she groaned. 

“Don’t even get me started.” 

“Damn that bad huh?” he chuckled as she nodded. 

“Y’all have fun. Don’t be too loud,” she said running up the stairs to her room. He walked into the living room to see her standing up. 

“What’s up with you?” he said walking over to her and placing his hands on her hips as Normeli wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Nothin’ much, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered standing on her tippy toes as he smirked. 

“Is that so? What were you thinking about?” he asked, his hands trailing up underneath her nightgown, noticing she didn’t have any underwear. 

“You fucking me with that big dick,” she said grabbing it from the outside making him smirk at her.  

“I haven’t seen you in a week. How do you think I’m feeling?” he asked stepping away from her and looking her up and down. 

“I got an idea, but I would rather you show me,” she replied stepping back and letting him drink her in. Grabbing her by her throat, Erik smashed his lips into hers as she gladly accepted his advances. She pulled off his shirt throwing it somewhere around the living room as she kissed down his chest, getting on her knees. 

“Can I suck your dick, sir?” she whispered to him. He untied the jaw strings from his sweatpants, the material loosening from his sweatpants. She drooled at the sight of his body,

He slowly pulled out his dick as she reached out to touch it but he smacked it away. “Stick your tongue out.” Following his instructions, he slowly ran his tip along her tongue, her moaning at the taste of his pre-cum seeping. 

“Beg me.” He saw how desperate she was to have his dick in her mouth. She immediately started. 

“Sir please... I haven’t worshiped this dick in so long..” she moaned out with a pout in her lips. “I just wanna please you daddy..” she moaned out as he smirked down at her. 

“Come suck this dick then girl.” he said, about to pick her up and take her to her room but she pushed him down on the couch. 

“You wanna suck my dick in the middle of the living room? What if-” she cuts him off before drooling over his dick, then putting it into her mouth with moan. “Fuck..” he whispered out throwing his head back with a moan.

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Halle exited the bathtub after her she shaved and did her skin routine. She sat in her room, putting on her vanilla EOS lotion. With her face mask on, her bonnet, and her pink silk FENTY X robe, she made her way downstairs to grab her a glass of wine. Before she even went down the steps, she heard the familiar moans of Normeli. Slowly creeping down the steps so she wouldn’t be heard, she peeked over the walls to see Erik fucking her on the couch. She was riding him with her arms spreading her ass cheek, giving her a nice view of her ass cheeks and pussy spread. Erik had her braids in his hands balled up in a fist pulling it back so her face was towards the ceiling. 

Halle knew that she shouldn’t have stared but she couldn’t rip her eyes from the nasty view. She could feel her heart beat in her pussy as she bit her lip, tilting her head to the side seeing that nice black dick get wet with her friends juices. 

Deep in her desire, Erik could sense of being stared at. His eyes shot open to see the entrance of the stair case was being occupied by Halle. Her doe eyes was half way open as she licked her lips at the sight of Erik fucking her. The two locked eyes, still Halle couldn’t pull away. 

“Yeah.. fuck my pussy with that big dick.” Normeli moaned as Erik fucked her harder, not breaking the eye contact with Normeli. 

“Pull that nut outta my dick, Meli. You look so fucking gorgeous riding my dick. Fuck, you ride my dick just like that..” he moaned, slapping her in the face a few times as she bent down to kiss him. 

“I’ma cum daddy.. fuck I’ma cum.” Halle looked at his dick get coated with her cream. All she really wanted to do was go over there and suck his dick clean. The way Normeli tasted was heavenly, and she knew it would be 20x better coming off of his dick. 

“Nah, stay yo sexy ass right there and take this nut.” he grunted. Maybe it was the fact that he had an audience, and the audience just so happened to be ole innocent Halle. He came faster than any other time before, grunting Meli’s name without breaking eye contact with her. He licked his bottom lip, before lifting her off of his dick. 

Halle saw the creampie that dripped out of her pussy, right back on his dick as he winced. “Fuck daddy, let me suck that dick.” she got off of him and onto her knees in between his legs. 

“Clean your mess up.” he instructed her as she deep throated his dick with a moan. Erik looked back at Halle, but to see she had ran back up the stairs without making a noise. 

Erik smirked to himself. He was most definitely bringing this up.

After cleaning up their mess in the living room, Erik and Normeli found themselves in her room fresh out of the shower. He was leaning against the counter with just a towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his teeth. 

“So I have to tell you something.. don’t be freaked out by it.” he said as she looked at him confusingly. “Okay..” she trailed off sitting on the edge of her bathtub and placing lotion on her legs. 

“Halle seen us.” Erik said before covering his mouth trying not to laugh. She stopped before looking at him. 

“Shut up no she didn’t.” she said standing up as he nodded. 

“No she did.”

“No she didn’t. I would have seen her.” Normeli said as he shook her head. 

“Well when you getting fucked, you have this tendency to zone out. You were riding me with your back against the staircase when she seen it.” he finished off laughing as she started to laugh too. 

“Oh my gosh.. she’s probably embarrassed. I’ll make it up to her.” she replied grabbing her toothbrush as he rinsed off his. 

“See that’s the thing though.. she didn’t just see us. Normeli she watched us.” he chuckled. She raised an eyebrow at him before saying, 

“Well how do you know she watched us?” she asked him. He winced before saying, 

“I kinda.. well I gave her a show.” he admitted as she hit his arm.  “Look I’m not apologizing. She didn’t look away, and if I’m being honest she looked turned on by it. So why not?” he shrugged as she walked out of the room with him following her. The two got into the bed after throwing their dirty towels into the laundry basket. 

“It makes sense.” she shrugged. 

“What do you mean it makes sense?” she looked at him like a deer caught in headlights before saying, 

“Well.. I mean.” she stuttered off as he raised his eyebrows at her. “Okay sometimes.. y’know... we fool around with each other.” she confessed. He looked at her in shock before shaking his head.

“Cap.” Was all he said. He knew she was bisexual, and even heard of the few things she’s done with women. He couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t turned on by it. He wanted to see what his Normeli could do with a women’s body. 

“Daddy I hope you’re not mad.” she pouted at him before climbing onto his lap. Immediately, his hands was on her waist. “No I’m not mad. I’m just shocked. I didn’t know she... she’s so-”

“Don’t let her innocence fool you. Trust me.” she giggled, suddenly an idea popped up in her head. “Y’know... she did confess to me that she was having some issues with her sexual life... maybe we could help her out with that.. together.” she said tracing his pecs with her pointer finger as he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Together as in..” he trailed off. 

“Like let’s tease her a little bit. We obviously know her little crush on you, and I know she can’t get enough of me and vise versa, so let’s just tease her. We can make up a lie and say that something happened in your apartment and you need to stay here for the week. I know she doesn’t work on at the hospital Saturday’s and if she doesn’t go out with her friends.. maybe we can share.” she shrugged. 

This would be the first time that she participated in a threesome, and just the thought of it made her pussy wet. Eating Halle’s sweetness while getting dicked down by Erik, or even better. Playing with her pussy as Erik fucked her. 

The possibilities were endless. 

“You are so nasty.” he chuckled before he nodded his head. “Alright I’m down.”

“Okay.. we agree. We can’t fuck her until Saturday. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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Day #1: Monday Morning

Halle woke up from the sex dream that she had, with a squeeze of her thighs. She couldn’t help but reminisce on what she seen the night before. The way that Erik looked at her as he fucked Normeli was burned into her brain for all eternity. 

She got out of bed looking at her phone to see that it was 7 o’clock on the dot. She had to be at the hospital for her clinical hours in about two hours. She put on her night gown, (considering she liked to sleep naked) and made her way to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. 

Making her way down to the kitchen, she seen that it was empty before starting to make herself an ice coffee. “Hey Halle.” she turned around to see Erik standing there. He had on a pair of grey sweat shorts with some black Nike socks. She knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear because the dick print was very noticeable. She licked her lips before looking at him. 

“Oh, hey Erik! I didn’t know you were still here.” she said. She was a tad bit disappointed considering usually Monday morning’s was when she came into Normeli’s rooms for a little shower/quickie. Just to kick off the week. 

That was a no go. 

“Yeah my fault. My apartment building needs to redo the floors because of some water damage, so I’m here till Saturday. You don’t mind do you?” he asked her walking closer to her as she shook her head. 

“Of course not.” she smiled at him before quickly moving back to her coffee. It was so awkward, all she wanted to do was run and hide. Erik on the other hand was enjoying this. 

He never really got good glimpse of her, just because his main focus was always Normeli when he came over. Now, seeing her in the short night gown with a little bit of her ass cheeks showing had him taking longer peaks. The sun shun into the apartment and hit her brown skin making her glow from the lotions and oils she used the night before. 

“So...” he walked over towards her standing beside her, as she continued her coffee routine. “Do you wanna address the elephant in the room?” he whispered into her ear. He had to bend over a tad bit considering she was a lot more shorter than Normeli. 

“Oh my.. okay I am so so so sorry. I didn’t mean to really walk in on you guys, well to be fair you guys shouldn’t have been fucking in the living room but I digress.” she rambled before she continued. “Look I am so sorry. I’m not a creep I promise-”

“Oh you’re not a creep. You a freak.” he said smirking as she looked at him in shock. 

“What?” 

“Trust me I wasn’t getting creep vibes. It was more of a freak vibe.” he chuckled.

“I don’t know what you're-”

“Don’t lie to me, Halle.” he tsked at her, he could already feel his dominant side coming about. “I know enough about women to know when they are turned on and you-” he pushed one of her fly away hairs behind her ear before saying. “You were turned on by me fucking your roommate.” he said to her.

She bit her lip not knowing what to say. Erik then took his chance to tease her even more. “What was your favorite part huh? Was it when I made her stretch that pussy for me to let you get a better sight? Or was it when I made her cum on my dick.” he whispered to her as she gasped.

She never saw Erik like this, but it turned her on. 

“Goodmorning you guys.” Normeli walked into the kitchen as Erik stepped away from Halle, smiling at her. 

“Morning Meli.”

“Hey.” Normeli looked between the two of them before kissing Erik on the lips. “Ooh this is a cute set.” she told Halle touching the cloth as she looked back at Erik. “Isn’t it cute?” Normeli said taking a peek at her ass cheeks that were out. 

“It is. Compliments you well.” he smirked at her. “Well I’m going to get out of you ladies way, I’ma head to the gym.” he smacked Normeli’s ass as she giggled. He exited the kitchen before giving Halle one last look. 

“So.. I’m sorry about this morning. I was really looking forward to our shower this morning.” Normeli responded with a pout and traced her hands up and down her chest that was exposed from the night gown. 

“No problems.. plus I wanted to go in a tad bit earlier this morning.” she said sipping from her coffee. Normeli walked closer to her, inches away from her lips before saying, 

“Oh that reminds me, I’m hosting a little get together on Wednesday. I want you to be there.” Normeli said looking at her to see her reaction. Halle winced at the suggestion before saying, 

“I don’t know...” she trailed off. Halle never really felt like she fit in when she was invited to Normeli’s past events. Majority of Normeli’s colleagues were had years of college education while some owned powerful and successful businesses. She never felt like she had a sense of belonging and always found herself sipping on whatever they had to offer. 

“Please.. I’ll make it up to you..” Normeli trailed off, touching the lace of her night gown before Halle bit her lip. 

“You have a lot of making up to do..” Halle chuckled before looking in her eyes. 

“Trust, I’ll be making it up to you for sure.”

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Day #2: Tuesday Afternoon

Normeli came to the apartment for lunch for the next hour. She saw that Halle was already home from their camera in the kitchen. Halle was home early, usually she came early on Tuesday’s from her clinical hours and to rest before she had her shifts at night.

She found Halle in the kitchen with her baby blue nurse scrubs on cutting herself some fruit with her airpods in. Normeli tapped her shoulder as Halle turned around with a hand on her chest. 

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” she exclaimed. Normeli chuckled before grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. 

‘“My fault..” Normeli trailed off before taking a sip. She leaned against the refrigerator, before looking Halle up and down. Her 4C hair was in a slick back bun, with two curls by her side burns. She switched out of her HOKA shoes, and had on the hello kitty slippers Normeli gifted her when she saw them at Marshals. 

 “You are here for your lunch break?” Halle asked her as she nodded. “Yeah.. I have an extra thirty minutes before I need to head back to the office and put some paper work into the system.” Normeli confessed as Halle nodded. Halle looked down at her apple watch before walking over towards Normeli. 

“Hm.. well why you are here.” Halle trailed off by caressing  the inside of her thigh. Halle couldn’t help but be turned on by what Normeli was wearing.  Normeli had on a brown leather skirt that stopped about mid thigh, with a white T-Shirt with the words ‘Black and Educated’ in the front in the same brown tone of the skirt. She topped it off with a pair of white heel books. 

“Can I just have a taste please. It's the least that you could owe me..” Halle replied, giving her those doe look eyes that made her weak in the knees every time. Normeli bit her lip, before saying, 

“Awe... you wanna taste my pussy?” she teased her. She traced her thumb against Halle’s lips as Halle slowly nodded. Normeli kissed her lip before Halle went into the squat position. 

Normeli was at a cross roads. She didn’t know if this would violate the terms of her’s and Erik’s little challenge.

Normeli pulled her skirt up her thighs to expose her red thongs that she wore. Halle pulled her panties down throwing them on the floor behind her. “Mmm show me that pretty pussy...” Halle whispered as Normeli lifted her left leg, giving Halle a view of her pussy. 

Halle spat at it making Normeli moan as Halle rubbed the spit into her clit, adding pressure. “You gonna be a good girl and make me cum right?” Normeli said grabbing her face as Halle nodded. 

“mm of course.” Halle replaced her fingers with her tongue as circled the nub, flattening her tongue and licking. Halle moaned at the taste of her, rolling her eyes back and closing them as Normeli’s wetness dripped. 

“That’s right.. eat my pussy just like that baby.” Normeli gasped grinding her hips as she held her leg up. Halle's hands reached underneath the skirt, grabbing a handful of her ass before jiggling it. 

“Fuck you look so beautiful right now." Halle said looking at Normeli's face. "Ride my face how you want to Normeli.” Halle said. Really she just wanted to be smothered. Normeli held her head with both of her hands before slowly sliding her pussy along her tongue. 

Halle decided to insert her middle finger. “Fuck. Your so nasty.. I love it.” Normeli moaned throwing her head back. Halle chuckled to herself before pulling away, and inserting another finger into her pussy. 

“You’re so wet.” Halle whispered. Her own pussy was throbbing, as she snuck her other hand in her scrubs before rubbing her clit over her underwear. Normeli looked down at her seeing how desperate Halle was. 

“Fuck you look so sexy when you touch yourself... I’ma cum.. I’m cumming!” she exclaimed as her juices ran down her face. “Damn...” she whimpered out as Halle kept licking. 

“You taste so fucking good. Fuck.” Halle slapped her ass before biting her thigh. She stood back up standing on her tippy toes to kiss Normeli as Normeli pushed her against the Island counter. 

Normeli’s hands found their way into her scrubs before noticing how wet her pussy was. “It’s so cute how wet you get when you eat my pussy.” Normeli giggled as Halle laughed. 

“I can’t help it...” Halle blushed before gasping as Normeli inserted her middle and ring finger. “Shit...”

“Fuck. Your pussy is so wet my fingers just went right in.” Normeli whispered.

Normeli went to pull her pants down but the door opening and closing took them out of their trance. Her hands left her pants as she pulled her skirt down as Normeli fixed herself. 

Erik walked in placing bags of groceries on the counter, looking between the two girls. He wore a black and white varsity jacket with a black T-Shirt, black jeans with black and white Retro Jordans. He pulled of his ray bands before saying, 

“Hey, didn’t know both of y’all would be here?” he said. 

“I’m just here for my lunch.” Normeli replied. Her dark skin complexion was flushed, it almost reminded him of how she looked when she came. Erik looked at Halle seeing her face glistening before squinting his eyes. “I didn’t know you were coming so early.” Normeli said. 

“Yeah, I decided I can do the rest of my work from here. I grabbed some stuff to make dinner tonight for you guys and some wine.” he said pointing towards the bags of groceries. “Also, is there a way I can get access to the gate? I tried calling in but you didn’t answer.” he asked her as Normeli face palmed. 

“My phone is my car, my fault. Halle can send you the app that let us unlock it. Can you send it to him?” Normeli asked her. She nodded before grabbing her phone and unlocking it so she could get Erik’s number. 

He saved the contact name as:

E😈

He handed her phone back before catching something in the corner of his eye. 

He saw Normeli’s red panties on the floor. 

Halle followed his eye contact before her eyes widen. Erik started to piece everything together before chuckling to himself. "Cute slippers." he complimented the big slippers on her feet as she looked down at them.

"T-Thank you."

“Well, I need to stop and grab myself something to eat so I’m going to head out.” Normeli replied grabbing her water bottle. After she said her goodbyes, it was now Erik and Halle in the kitchen. She turned around eating from her bowl of fruit as Erik made his way over to her. 

“What were you guys doing before I came in here?” he asked her as she looked at him, slowly biting into the mango. 

“N-Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me Halle.” he said grabbing her chin. He leaned down, his lips inches away from hers as her breathing hitched. “For one, I’ve eaten her pussy enough times to know what she taste and smell like. The evidence is all on your face.” he laughed then he picked up the red thongs. 

“And two, y’all left evidence.” she bit her lip as he pushed her up against the island.

He was going to have to punish Normeli later, because it definitely went against their rule. 

 “Can I taste her off of you?” he whispered as she nodded.

His lips met hers, being met with the taste of Normeli and the mangos Halle just eaten. His hands found her neck choking her lightly as she moaned into the kiss. With out breaking it, Erik lifted her on the counter as he wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“I already know what she taste like. I wanna know what you taste like.” he pushed her down on the counter as she sat up on her elbows. He took the slippers off throwing them on the ground, then pulled her scrubs off discarding them on the floor as she slowly opened her legs up. 

“Fuck.. that’s beautiful.” he whispered to himself seeing her baby pink panties. Her pussy was nice and fat. His fingers traced the cloth noticing how wet she was. He pushed her panties to side as she groaned at the teasing. 

“Please Erik..” she begged him. 

“No, you call me daddy.” he spanked her pussy as she gasped. “Let me take my time.” her pussy was just too beautiful not to appreciate it for a few seconds. He spread her lips, looking at the wetness as he rubbed her clit. 

“Daddy.. please eat my pussy. I can’t take it.” Between him and Normeli, she was a hot mess. She needed any sort of release and Erik was breaking her. 

He laid his flattened tongue against her clit, licking at the nub as her hands found his hair. He moved his head side to side, moaning into her pussy causing her to moan from the vibrations. He alternated between sucking and licking, the combination made her wetness leak down his chin. He pulled away rubbing the nub with his fingers, as she gasped. 

“You like playing with this pussy daddy?’ she asked him batting her eyelashes at him as he groaned. How could she still look so innocent while getting her pussy eaten?

“Mhm daddy loves playing with this slutty pussy.” he replied before fucking her with her tongue. 

“Uh.. shit!” she exclaimed as he looked up at her, placing his fingers on her clit and rubbing it. “Please, please don’t stop. Let me cum on that tongue please!” she moaned. 

“There you go. Be a good slut and cum on daddies tongue. Let me taste you.” he instructed her. 

In their garage, Normeli sat with the garage door open in her BMW. She looked on her phone at the camera in the kitchen, watching Erik eat Halle’s pussy. She was truly jealous of Erik, wanting nothing more but to have Halle suffocate her by sitting on her face. 

She had a perfect angle of Erik and her pussy, hearing all the sounds Halle was making. Hiking the skirt up, she could easily play with her pussy. She pushed the seat back before leaning against the door. Her fingers sound her clit as she started to rub it, moaning at how sensitive she was. 

“Fuck I need to come again..” she whimpered to herself, inserting the same two fingers in her pussy. She fingered herself watching Erik devour Halle's pussy, as Halle eyes rolled back. 

“Fuck. Fuck.. Shit!” she exclaimed as Erik stood straight, then kissing her roughly. 

“Uhh.. I’m cumming.”  Normeli came on her fingers before taking a picture of her pussy and fingers before sending  them to Erik with a text that said, 

BTW there is a camera in the kitchen

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Day #3: Wednesday Evening 

Erik stepped off of the elevator onto the rooftop. Normeli decided to have her party at the roof top on Tour de la Mode. It was lit beautiful with fairy lights and flowers. There was music and a cocktail bar.

He was greeted by some of the people that he did know, before locking eyes with Normeli. She had on a white strapless skin tight dress that went to her ankles. She wore a pair of white stiletto's, with gold jewelry. Her braids were in a bun, with a white scarf and her edges laid.

Erik stared at her licking his lips, his eyes tracing down her tall figure. She waved at Erik as he winked at her. She motioned her head towards the back area as he looked and saw Halle at one of the high tables, sipping on a Martini.

He walked back there before tapping her on the shoulders. She turned around and smiled at Erik.

"Oh, hi Erik." she greeted him.

"Hey Halle, you look nice." he complimented her. She wore a white button down dress that stopped at her mid thigh with a pair of white strapped heels. Her 4c hair had a twist out, with a white headband.

"Thank you, you don't look to bad yourself." He wore a white sweater with a Cuban link around his neck, with a pair of light blue jeans, and all white air forces.

"Why are you standing back here all by yourself?" he asked standing next to her.

"Eh.. I don't really feel like I fit in here. I'm only here to support Normeli." she said sipping from her glass.

"Why is that?" he asked looking at her.

"Everyone here is like... the smartest people in the city. From doctors to entrepreneurs. I mean, even you." she replied as he kissed his teeth.

"Aren't you in nursing school?" he asked her as she nodded. "That's hard as shit. You got to be smart for that." he replied.

"Well.. true." she mumbled looking down at the glass.

Normeli made her way to the table before smiling at them. "I'm glad you guys came!" she hugged and kissed Halle on the cheek and did the same thing for Erik.

"It's nothing." Halle smiled at her.

"Well dinner is about to be served. And I saved us a seat." she said grabbing both of their hands. They sat down at a long table, with Halle sitting in between the two. They sat across Normeli's good friends Chris and Mia.

"Oh my gosh, Hey Halle!" Mia exclaimed as Halle waved at her.

"Hey Mia! I don't think I gave my congratulations to you two." she said as Mia rubbed her pregnant belly.

"Awe thank you. We are over the moon." she said holding her husbands Chris hand as he kissed her cheek.

"How's nursing school going? You should be finishing up soon, right?" Chris asked her as she nodded.

"Two more months till graduation." she gloated as Mia clapped.

"Ooh right on time! Baby boy will be here in four months. We were actually thinking about doing a home birth. Meli suggested it after I was nervous about the hospital. We would love for you to be there if you could." she asked.

"Awe that would be sweet. I could assist you with help considering I'm her doula." Normeli replied sipping from her wine.

"Hm, I'd have to think about it. I've never done a home birth before." Halle said.

"You'll be okay. I've done three of them just in the past two months." Normeli replied. "Plus, you'll have your nursing degree by then so ethical medical laws would still apply. I know there is some sort of training for at home births nurses." Normeli suggested.

"Yeah, and we would pay for the training and your services of course." Chris butted in. She thought about it for a second before nodding.

"Okay, I'll do it. Plus how many nurses can say they delivered a baby at home." Halle chuckled as they clapped.

"Ya know that would be a great business idea. Especially for black mothers who wants a black team like me." Mia said rubbing her stomach.

"I'd invest in it." Erik replied drinking from his water glass.

"Shoot, me too." Chris chuckled.

They continued to talk about other things happening in the world, as Halle spaced out into her own thoughts. She was bought back to reality when she felt Erik's hand on her thigh. She looked up at him to see him in conversation with Chris. His hands traced up the inside of her thigh as he continued in conversation not even looking at her.

His hands trailed up closer to her upper inner thigh. She cleared her throat before Normeli looked at her. She looked down in her lap to see what Erik was doing before smirking.

Normeli placed a hand on her knee before following Erik's hands movement, Halle's breath hitching in her throat. Eventually, Normeli's hands was touching her pussy as she pushed the panties to the side. Erik took this as an advantage to insert his digits in her pussy.

She grabbed her water drinking it to prevent the moan from escaping her lips. "So Halle, have you planned anything for your graduation?" Mia asked her as Halle looked up at the couple who waited for her answer. She thought Erik would stop, but he kept going only slowing down.

"Y-yeah actually-" she cleared her throat. "My sisters and I were planning on going to Turks and Caicos." she said forcing a smile.

"Ooh how exciting. You have to throw a party before you leave." Mia replied.

"Ooh that sounds fun." Normeli said looking at Halle. In that moment, Erik curved his fingers upwards hitting her G-Spot as she moan, but covered it with a cough.

"I-I need to use the bathroom." she announced. Erik and Normeli's moved their hands not before fixing her dress so she could stand up. She rushed the area where the bathroom was leaving the two where they were.

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Day #4: Thursday Night

Halle sat in the back of the lecture hall writing notes on her iPad. She was more than tired after her shift at the hospital, but she needed to be in class today considering TEAS testing coming up in a few months. With about 15 students in class, with most of them towards the front, she felt like she could really focus.

In the middle of her lesson, she received a text message from getting the notification from both her iPad and watch. She reached into her bag before pulling out her phone to see that it was a text from Erik. Thinking something happened at the apartment, she opened the text before seeing a video where the screen was black. Putting in her airpods she played the video.

The camera lifted pointing to what she assumed was his dick. Caught by surprised, she bought her phone to her chest before making sure no one was watching. Noticing that the coast was clear, she pulled the phone back up playing the video once again.

"Come here and ride this dick..." he moaned. From the corner of the screen, she saw Normeli climb into the bed with him with nothing on.

"Mmm fuck baby this dick look so good." Normeli moaned getting on his lap and rubbing his tip with her clit.

"There you go dirty bitch... show Halle how good that pussy take this dick." he moaned out. Normeli placed his tip at the entrance as she slowly sat on it.

'"Oooh fuck." she gasped out as she fully sat on his dick. Her thighs were spread as he reach out rubbing her clit. Her clit was swollen as he took her in as she bounced up and down on his dick. '"Oooh fuck." she gasped out as she fully sat on his dick. Her thighs were spread as he reach out rubbing her clit. Her clit was swollen as he took her in as she bounced up and down on his dick.

"Shit daddy stretch this fat pussy.." she moaned out rubbing her clit as she moved her way up and down. Halle clenched her thighs together as Erik started to fuck her back. '

"Wet ass pussy... this pussy belongs on daddy dick huh? Fuck girl.." he moaned out Normeli gasped. "Shut the fuck up and take this dick." he warned her. His dick slowly started to be covered with the cream from her getting fucked, as he moaned at the wetness.

"Fuck turn around. Let her see that pussy filled with cum." he said. Right on cue, she turned herself around on his dick to give her the perfect flew. Her ass and pussy was on full display, stuffed with his big dick.

She bounced up and down on it, as she spread her cheeks reminding her off the night on Sunday night. Her ass rippled as he stuffed her pussy, not daring giving her a moment to take a break.

"Damn..this pussy feel good." he moaned as she fucked him.

"Cum in my pussy daddy please. I want it." she begged.

"Take this fucking nut.." he groaned out. His nut filled inside as she saw her cream seep down his dick. He pulled out letting the cum drip out of her pussy making sure he got a perfect view of it. He grabbed his dick rubbing it against her clit before re-entering it in her entrance, as she moaned out.

The video cut off as she looked up at the teacher who was going over the material that was going to be on the test she needed to take. She shook her head of the nasty video before locking in and paying attention.

She will not lie though, as soon as she stepped into her car she replied the video over... and over... and over. She knew that the tensions would be high as soon as she stepped into the apartment. For the last few days, her sexual frustrations were building up to the point where she needed a release. And not just by herself.

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Day #5: Friday Night

Halle sat in the dressing room in the club, taking the pin curls out of her freshly done sew in. One of her close friend, Desirae sat next to her, quizzing her for the test that she had tomorrow.

"What are the five W's that are consistent with postoperative fever?" she asked.

"Wind, Water, Wound, Walking, and Wonder Drugs." Halle said.

"Correct. Girl you got this, I don't know why you keep going over these flash cards. You got everything correct." Desirae placed the cards on the table.

"Well I can't afford to fail this test. Graduation is less then two months away." Halle sighed before spraying her curls with hair spray. Desirae was about to say something but one of the other girls, Yolanda and Kayla came over.

Yolanda was one of the problematic girls here. Being here the longest, she was more than just rude and cocky. A lot of the drama that happens here always circles back to her being the one that caused it. Kayla was her little lap dog who agreed with everything that she said.

The two girls for some odd reason didn't like Halle. They claimed it as her thinking she was better than everyone else because she was in college to become a nurse. But truly, Halle kept to herself only coming to dance and make money.

"Halle, did you take my lashes?" Kayla asked her crossing her arms over her chest.

"No. I have some from last week if you need to borrow some." Halle said looked up at her as she rolled her eyes.

"So why did Yolanda say that she saw you around my area then?" she pressed her as Halle squinted her eyes with at her.

"Girl what? I literally have been here this entire time."

"Yeah, literally since we came in here we've been sitting here getting ready and studying." Desirae defended her Yolanda rolled her eyes.

"No one was talking to you Desirae. I know what I saw."

"I have lash extensions." Halle snapped at her. "Why the fuck would I need to steal lashes from you when I can just buy my own if I needed them.. which I don't." she replied. The two girls looked at her lashes to see indeed that she on lash extensions.

"Okay girl.. whatever." Yolanda rolled her eyes. "That don't mean nothing."

"No it means something. Y'all don't have anything I want, I promise you that." Halle rolled her eyes and finishing her makeup.

"Obviously we do if you going around stealing people shit. I-"

"Okay so if you think I stole your shit, Kayla, go ask Madeline to look at the camera footage then." she snapped at the two. The two stared at her as Halle pointed to the door. "Well why are you just looking at me? If y'all know for a fact that I stole them eyelashes, go talk to Madeline. And if that camera shows me stealing them, I give y'all full permission to beat my ass."

"I ain't doing all that shit, bruh." Kayla turned around.

"Exactly. Y'all just like to start unnecessary shit because y'all are bored. Get the fuck outta our faces with that shit and talk to someone else." Desirae replied.

"Who the fuck you talking to like that?" Yolanda stepped closer as Desirae stood up. Halle stood up to stand in between the two.

"Girl ain't nobody scared of you." Desirae laughed.

"Yolanda just go back to your seat. You being messy for no reason, like c'mon now." Halle replied as Yolanda eyes fixed on her.

"And don't tell me what to do. I'll stay where ever the fuck I want. Ole uppity tight ass bitch." Yolanda snapped at Halle.

"Hey hey hey! What is going on?" Madeline walked in looking at the scene. Madeline was the owner of the club, and was probably the most sweetest lady you could imagine. Being a woman herself who used to strip, she made sure to use her past experiences to make sure she maintained a safe and clean environment for her dancers.

"Madeline come get these stupid bitches before I dog walk them please." she turned around as Madeline sighed, probably in annoyance that Yolanda was doing stupid shit once again.

"Yeah we are stupid but you accusing somebody who's wearing lash extensions of stealing lashes." Halle rolled her eyes.

"Okay smart ass and like I said that doesn't matter. This bitch think she a smart ass just because she in college the fuck?"

"Okay Yolanda just go sit back down. I'll talk to them." Madeline told her. Yolanda left not before saying a couple of other things. "I'm sorry guys. If you want you can finish up in my office." Madeline reasoned with her.

"No I'm fine." Halle said sitting back down to finish her makeup.

"Okay. Well while I'm here, Halle can you be in the private rooms. Friday's we usually have more people requesting private dances." she asked her as she nodded.

"Yeah that's fine." Halle said. She didn't really want to be on stage anyway and she made more money doing private dances.

Eventually, the girls left the dressing room. The clubs was filled as she made her way to the back rooms, not before taking a shot of Hennessey. That was before something caught her eye.

She saw Erik and Normeli standing by the bar grabbing something to drink. Normeli locked eyes with Halle, Normeli smirking and waving at her. Erik noticed it, before looking up and around then seeing Halle then waving her.

She waved back at them, but she was confused. She has never seen them in the club before, and after the week she had she wondered if it had something to do with it.

She saw Yolanda walk up to them, making conversation but their stares was focused on Halle.

Erik eyes were definitely appreciate the fit that she wore.

'His eyes ranked over her body before landing at her feet that wore eight inch heels that were bedazzled. She walked over to Madeline who was behind the bar.

"Ooh just the girl I wanted to see. That couple over their requested you... and they are offering big money girl." she wiggled her eyebrows at her as Halle chuckled. She didn't want anyone to know that she knew them, so she decided to play along.

"Alright.. I can fuck with it. Pour me an extra shot though pretty please." she begged. Usually, the girls weren't allowed to drink on the job, just because some couldn't really handle their liquor. But Madeline had a soft spot for her. She was kind and respectful, stayed to herself and she could handle her liquor.

"Fine. But this is your last." she warned her as she nodded. Madeline gave her another shot of Hennessey as she winced downing it.

"Alright, I'll let you know how it goes." she walked over to them, as Normeli smiled at her.

"Well hello.. Sapphire." she smiled using her stage name. Halle looked over Normeli wore a short black dress that was one bad move to show all of her goodies with a black leather jacket, and a pair of thigh length boots that hugged her thighs perfectly. She matched it with a medium size Louis Vuitton bag.

Yolanda turned around before rolling her eyes at Halle. "Thank you for the offer, but we requested her." Normeli said.

"Okay, are you sure? My rates are a lot more cheaper and I can do a lot more for you for your less." Yolanda bargained with them, but it didn't work.

"Yup we're sure. You can leave now." Erik said to her getting straight to the point. She was focused on Normeli that so much that she was caught off guard by him talking. Looking behind Normeli, she saw Erik with a similar outfit. Black short sleeve button up, with black pants and a pair of Prada re-nylon and leather zip pocket combat boots.

Yolanda turned around shooting glares at her before she decided to leave the three of them alone. She turned to look at the two before saying,

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked them curiously.

"Well we were bored, and I realized that we never really got to see you in action." she suggested.

"Hope you don't mind." Erik smirked at her as she blushed. Shaking off her nervousness, she replied,

"Of course not." she bashfully said. "Well you guys can come follow me." she stated grabbing Normeli's hand as Normeli smiled at her. The three of them exited back to the rooms. The only light there was the red hue, as the music in the club became more quiet and distant. The entered one of the rooms where she knew there was a couch long enough for the both of them.

The two sat down as Halle stood over them. She slipped her hair over her shoulder as she bit her lip at them. "Come here Halle." Normeli smirked at her as Halle walked to her standing in between her widened legs. Normeli's dressed raised just a bit exposing her upper thigh and a small peak of the black laced panties she had.

"Mm turn around for us. Let us see that fat ass." Erik said leaning forward as she did what was told. She started to jiggle her ass cheeks. Erik went to reach his hand underneath the thin piece of material but she smacked his hand away.

"Aht, no touching." she teased him turning around as he raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"That's bold to say considering how I had you a few days ago on the counter." he smirked as she gasped, before looking at Normeli to see her smirking.

"I think you forgot about the camera that we have in the kitchen." Normeli laughed. Halle brown complexion turned an orange tone because of her blush.

"Awe don't be embarrassed, tell Halle what you were doing." he said looking at Normeli as she shrugged.

"I'm not going to lie... seeing you cum all over his tongue made me wet. It made me cum a few times myself." Normeli admitted with a smirk. Halle licked her lips at the mention of Normeli cumming.

"Sit on Meli's lap. I want her nice and wet when I fuck her tonight." he instructed Halle. She sat on Normeli's lap, her hands finding her way to her ass cheek jiggling it. "Oh she can touch?" Erik teased them as Normeli chuckled.

"Don't be jealous.. your time's coming." Normeli told him, as she started to grind Halle on her lap. Normeli grabbed her face looking at her in the eyes as Halle bit her lip. "Mmm pretty little thing." Normeli smiled pecking her lips as Halle giggled.

Erik couldn't help but notice that chemistry between the two girls, it was something different and he never really seen it before. The two had a look of admiration for each other that was beyond just lust.

Halle unbuckled her bra from the back, letting her tits free. Normeli happily took her right breast in her mouth, sucking on them as Halle threw her head back. Erik happily took the left one in his. The two sucked at her nipples as she grinded her hips against Normeli.

Her mind flooded to those random nights where the two of them would scissor each other till they made a mess with both of their juices combined, happily cleaning each other up.

"Sit on daddy's lap baby." she said lifting her up. Halle sat on Erik's lap as he adjusted himself as she sat directly on his dick. He grabbed her neck slightly squeezing it as she moaned.

Normeli's hand snuck in between the two before reaching inside of the thin panties before noticing how wet she was. "Ooh, look how wet her pussy got daddy." she placed her finger in front of Erik's face as he licked it off moaning.

"Taste so sweet princess." Erik praised her, kissing the valley of her breast. "Give Normeli a kiss for me." Halle looked at Normeli as the two leaned in, making out. They kissed sloppily as Erik looked at the two girls in lust, feeling his dick harden as the two made out. Normeli pulled away before Erik made Halle stand up and sit on his lap in the opposite direction. He placed her legs on each side of him as she placed her hands on the floor.

"Go ahead back, shake that ass on my dick." he encouraged her. She did exactly that, shaking her ass as the two of them grabbed her a hand full of ass cheeks.

For the next 30 minutes, the two of them had their fun with her dancing as they threw a bunch of bills on her, obviously being in a trance. After the end, as they were about to leave Erik reached into his back pocked with a stack that was folded up. She looked at him confused.

"What is this for?" she asked him.

"Um are we supposed to pay you?" he chuckled as Normeli looked back.

"Yeah but this is way above my rate... even for the both of you. Nevermind what you guys left me in the room." she said looking at the stack of 100's that was in the rubber band.

"Well I'm going to assume we did a lot more than you regular clients.. am I wrong?" Normeli asked her walking closer to her and moving her hair out of her face.

"I mean yeah but-"

"But nothing. Just take it. Especially after the week we made you go through." he winked at her as she looked at him shocked.

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Day #6: Saturday Night

Erik and Normeli found themselves in the kitchen making a home cooked meal for everyone. Normeli was drinking a glass on red wine cutting up vegetables while Erik drunk a glass of Hennessey making their steak.

Erik threw the towel over his shoulder leaning on the opposite side of the counter staring at Normeli's backside. "Hey I gotta question?" he said lowering the heat on the steaks. She turned around to look at him. "You've worked with polymerous couples, right?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Yeah seven of them actually. Four was successful and three weren't. Why?" she asked sipping on her glass of wine.

"What made the difference between the success and those that weren't?" he asked curiously as she thought about it.

"Well a major difference was that for the successful everyone was dating everyone. Everyone was interested and had feelings for everyone that was in the relationship. The unsuccessful ones the women weren't really interested in each other, only dating the masculine person. Which left room for animosity, jealousy and abandonment." she noted. She almost cringed at the misogynistic men who attempted to use their greediness to their advantage.

He nodded letting her continue,

"Umm.. oh. The amount of people that we in the relationship. For the successful ones the most who were in the relationship were like four. Anything above five was problematic. Which I'll just assume it's because the more people, the more issues." she said.

"Anything else?

She thought about it more before snapping her fingers.

"Ooh finances. The man would add women to the relationship but didn't really have the money to support everyone. It resulted in the women having to support each other which would just cause more of a drift in the relationship." she mentioned before squinting her eyes.

"Wait a second..." she trailed off.

"Wait before you say anything, hear me out." he begged. "I know you have feelings for the both of us Meli." he told her as she gasped.

"I mean I do.. but-"

"Hold on. And I'm not going to lie. I've had a little crush on Halle and I know she is crushing on me. Seeing the two of you guys together, I have this feeling that is more than just being turned on by two girls. It's an unexplainable feeling." he mentioned as she looked at him tilting her head.

"How do we even know Halle would be down for it? She is-"

"Who told me not to let her innocence fool you?" he reminded her as she sighed. "Everything you told me makes me think we can work it out. There is only three of us, obviously we are all interested in each other and let's be forreal, I can take care of both of y'all financially. I know how much you hate her working at the club and she could quit."

"Let me think about it."

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"She's fucking lying! She did steal those clients from me!"

It was the end of her shift on Saturday night, considering she wanted to go home early. Not just because Erik and Normeli was there...yes it was... but she just wanted a self care night. There was some drama over playing in the make up rooms because of the incident last night.

Here we are, where Yolanda and Kayla was arguing with Halle about stealing those 'clients', (Normeli and Erik) from Yolanda. She swore up and down that they wanted her and after finding out how much she made from it.

Erik and Normeli paid her a total of 5k.

Some of the other girls was even upset that their was no split, the only split being with Madeline.

"Yolanda that's not true. They requested her from the moment they walked in and told me her name. They never asked for you." Madeline tried to reason with the girl, but she just wasn't having it.

"Stop fucking lying! They did not fucking want her ugly ass! She stole them from me!"

"In order for them to be stolen, they would have to have been interested in you in the first place." Halle snapped at them.

"Bitch who the fuck-" Yolanda charged at Halle but was stopped by the other strippers who were still in the back getting ready.

"Okay you know what? Yolanda, you need to go. Grab you things and leave." Madeline snapped at her as Yolanda gasped looking at her.

"What do you mean leave? I-"

"You are causing too much in here. You have gotten in 5 arguments with girls and it hasn't even been a full week yet. You need to go or I will call police to remove you from the premises." Madeline told her.

"She stole money out of my pockets! Matter of fact scary ass hoe meet me outside then bitch." she said looking at Halle.

"She's not doing any fucking thing!" Desirae snapped.

Eventually, the other girls were able get Yolanda to leave. Clearly annoyed and a little shaken, Madeline made sure security walked her out to her car.

Considering it was the last few minutes of her shifts, Halle decided to leave and head back home. After entering her apartment, she found Erik and Normeli making something in the kitchen. She put her stuff on the counter as the two looked at her. Halle noticed that Normeli still had on a silk pink robe while Erik had nothing but basketball shorts on and his gold chain.

"You good?" Normeli asked her.

"You remember that girl who wanted to dance for you yesterday?" Halle said sitting at the counter bar stool.

"The one with the odd looking face?" Erik mentioned as Normeli chuckled.

"Erik you can't say stuff like that." she chastised him before looking back at Halle.

"She claimed that I stole y'all from her because you guys wanted her first before I came in." she rolled her eyes as Erik busted out laughing.

"Ayo, that's the funniest thing I've heard all week." he said bending over as Normeli hit him with the towel.

"It was pretty funny." Halle chuckled grabbing one of the carrots that were cut up and leftover. "That was until she tried to fight me." she rolled her eyes. Erik's fits of laughter was cut short once he heard her say it.

"Did she put her hands on you?" he asked her walking in front of her.

"No, but I was thinking while driving back home, I don't think I wanna continue dancing. I have enough money saved up so I should be able to pay off my student loans. By then I can move out and-"

"Move out?" Normeli asked confused. "What do you mean move out?"

"Yeah. I know you guys want some privacy." she chuckled as Erik chuckled under his breath at the irony,

"Well you know I don't mind if you stay. I feel like it would be much better and you wouldn't have to pay a bill." Normeli tried to convince her,

"You know I can't ask you to do that." Halle replied. Normeli was saddened by it but she decided to shake it off.

"Well this will be a conversation for another day." she walked next to her flipping her hair over her shoulders. "The food will be ready in a few so how about you go in my bathroom and use my tub for a bubble bath-" she kissed her neck as Halle closed her eyes. "I'll bring you up a glass of wine-" she licked the spot as a soft moan escape her lips. "And after we eat.. we can have a little bit of fun." she smirked at her as Halle nodded. She left the two of them in the kitchen as she walked back behind the counter as Erik grabbed a handful of Normeli's ass.

"Such a bad girl." he whispered into her ear as she gasped at the sensation. She closed her eyes smiling, reaching behind her to grab Erik's dick through his basketball shorts. He turned her around pushing her against the counter.

"Be a good slut for me and wait." he said moving her hand as she pouted. He kissed her on the lips before saying, "Go ahead and fix her glass of wine." He said stepping away to finish cooking.

Halle sat in the jet tub, with her eyes closed when she heard the door open. She saw Normeli walking in with a glass of white wine, and her pink silk robe.

"This is for you." Normeli handed her the glass as she thanked her sipping out of it. Normeli dropped her robe exposing her naked body as Halle licked her lips leaning over the tub.

"Hopping in?" she asked placing her cup on the edge.

"Why not?" she stepped inside the tub with her sitting on Halle's lap. Halle leaned back as the bubbles settled between them.

"I do have a confession to make though." Normeli replied said rubbing herself against Halle as she moaned. "Erik and I... we wanna help you." she whispered into her ear as Halle tilted her head to the side.

"H-Help me with what?" she asked confusingly.

"Well... you remember when you told me last week about how you were having a dry spell?" Normeli asked her as she nodded. "Well how about the two of us.. share Erik." she said.

"I mean.. I got the hint by Wednesday." Halle giggled, "Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude or anything." Halle pouted. Normeli thought it was the cutest thing ever, before pecking her lips.

"Trust me, we want this more than anything." Normeli assured her as Halle nodded. Normeli squealed before going in for another kiss. The kiss deepened as the two girls sloppily kissed each other. "Mmm I can't wait till you show Erik how wet you really can get." Normeli smiled in the kiss. She moved her hand between the two finding Halle clit as rubbed it, making Halle gasp.

"Baby..." she whimpered as Normeli moaned.

"Fuck, I need to eat this pussy. It's been too long." Normeli replied.

"Is that so?" The voice interrupted them to see Erik leaning against the bathroom counter with his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked.

"Daddy you scared us." Normeli pouted as he chuckled walking over to the tub and kneeling down. He looked at Normeli before shaking his head.

"You are so disobedient.. you know that?" he said grabbing a handful of her braids and pulling her head back. She smiled as Halle looked at her beautiful breast. He looked back at Halle before letting Normeli go.

"Come here." he instructed Halle as she leaned in as the two of them kissed. Erik's hand wrapped around her throat as he made out with her, before she let out a gasp. He looked down and saw that Normeli was fingering her underneath the water. "Ooh fuck baby.. " Halle gasped.

Chuckling he stood up, his dick obviously hard and noticeable without anything underneath it his shorts. He grabbed towels out of the closet before saying,

"Let's get you guys dry so you can come downstairs and eat."

The three of them eventually made it downstairs, the both of them only wearing a T-Shirt with nothing underneath like Erik told them. The three of them ate talking about random things, but the sense of sexual tension was high.

Halle leg bounced in anticipation as Normeli stood up. "Thanks for the meal guys, it was good." Halle complimented them as he smiled at her.

"No problem. It's the least I can do." he smirked making her blush. Normeli stood up before saying,

"Well I'm going to go load the dish washer." she stood up grabbing the plates off of the table before walking into the kitchen. Erik was about to say something but Halle's apple watch went off as she looked at her wrist to see Madeline calling her.

"Uh give me a second guys, the club is calling me." she excused herself running upstairs to her room where her phone was on charge. She answered it,

"Hey Madeline, what's up?"

"Hey girly. I was just making sure you made it back home and you were okay?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something." she replied. "Because I'll be graduating soon and my tests are coming up, adding that along with my clinical hours... I want to make sure that I have enough time to study. So tonight was my last night."

"Awe no. I thought I would more time with you."

"I know... but just after everything tonight and just stressed with clinical hours and studying, I think it's best." she reasoned with her.

"I understand. Look, don't let this number be lost okay? I'm always here for you even if you aren't with me anymore okay?"

"Of course. And thank you for everything." she said.

"It was my pleasure. I wish you the best of luck."

And with that they hang up. She was saddened because Madeline was the very view people she had in her life that really believed in her. After placing her phone back on charge and taking off her apple watch she walked back downstairs to see Erik alone in the kitchen. "Where is Normeli?" she asked walking around the counter.

"Mia called her. She was having some issues with the pregnancy." Erik said leaning against the counter.

"Awe.. I hope everything is alright." she pouted.

"She is fine. This is her first pregnancy so she's on edge about everything. Which is understandable." he said as she nodded. Halle could feel Erik's intense stare on her as she looked at the ground. "You know.. I'm a little jealous of Meli." he said placing his cup on the counter.

"Why would you be?" she asked, as he walked closer to her.

"The obvious being she's been keeping you all to herself." he said tracing her cheek with the the back of his hand as she looked up at him. Her thighs unconsciously rubbed against each other as she felt a throb in her pussy.

Erik noticed, before spreading her legs with his feet. His hands reached down between her thighs as she moaned. "I'm going to assume that Meli told you what we wanted to do." he said as she nodded.

"She did while we were in the bathtub." she said as he nodded.

"Do you want to? I don't want you to do anything your uncomfortable with." he told her.

"I-I want to." she quickly said as Erik chuckled.

"Someone's excited." he teased her.

"Do you blame me? Especially after the week I had." she defended herself making Erik winced.

"Well, that was all Meli. Well other then the video, that was all me." he smirked as she bit her lip. Normeli came from the patio seeing the two and smiling.

"Well it's nice seeing you guys get all comfortable." she said walking into the kitchen.

"How about I finish cleaning up in here, while you guys go upstairs yeah?" he said kissing Normeli on the lips then Halle. The two nodded before Normeli grabbed her hand as Erik smacked the two of them on the ass.

The two made their way to Normeli's room, before they got into the middle of their bed on their knees. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't know you to do anything your uncomfortable with." Normeli asked again, but Halle nodded.

"Yes I'm sure." she said as Normeli smiled at her. She couldn't help but to kiss Halle on her lips, kissing her passionately. Without breaking the kiss, she laid Halle on her bed lifting up her t-shirt.

"Look at you being a good little slut for me." she smiled into the kiss. Her hands reached between the two of them making contact with her bare pussy. Halle sat up on her elbows as Normeli hands traced up her T-Shirts.

There was nothing stopping Normeli from bending down to her pussy and eating it until Erik showed up. "Getting started with out me?" he asked shutting the door with his foot. Normeli sat up as Erik walked towards the side of the bed. On her knee's, Erik gave Normeli a long awaited kiss. Normeli pulled away before turning back to Halle and grabbing her hand.

Halle went over to where the two was. Normeli moved out of her way as she got on her knees in front of Erik and Normeli getting behind her. Normeli could sense that she was a tad bit nervous before kissing the side of her neck. "Hey, it's all about you right now okay? No need to worry okay." Normeli made Halle look at her as Halle slowly nodded. Normeli smiled at her before kissing her on the lips. She pulled away as Erik grabbed Halle chin, making her face him. The two made out, Normeli not being able to help herself as her hand made it's way under her own T-Shirt and rubbing her clit. With her other hand, she did the same thing to Halle.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself when it comes to her huh?" Erik chuckled watching Halle's eye close in pleasure.

"You'll soon see why." Normeli winked at him. He stepped back leaving the two girls alone.

"Let daddy watch for a few minutes." he told them. Without having to tell her twice, Normeli slipped the T-Shirt over Halle's head. Normeli laid Halle on the bed before she slipped off her own shirt. Normeli spread Halle legs before settling between them and kissing her. While still kissing her, Normeli pushed Halle's right leg up where her knees were parallel with her body, grinding her clit against hers. Erik had a perfect view of the two girls pussies, watching them rub against each other and producing their wetness.

"Shit your pussy is so wet baby.." Halle gasped feeling the wetness drip down her thighs. Halle hands grabbed Normeli's hips rotating them in a circle.

Erik loved the view of their pussy sliding against each other. His dick getting even harder if it was possible.

"Fuck... use my pussy just like that." Normeli moaned throwing her head back. Halle's hand trailed up Normeli's stomach and to her chest, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. Normeli leaned down capturing Halle's lips with her, taking control and grinding her hips against Halle.

"Your pussy is so wet baby, are you excited?" Normeli teased her as she nodded squeezing her eyes shut.

"Mhm.. yes..fuck keep going like that I'm gonna cum." Halle gasped out, grinding her own hips for more pressure to be applied to her clit.

"Good girl, show daddy how wet this pretty pussy can get." Normeli smirked at her. Like a dam breaking, Halle squirted on Normeli's pussy and thighs with a squeak and a moan.

"Oh...my God!" she exclaimed. Erik heard the splashing sounds between the two girls, eyebrows widen with curiosity as he looked to see their juices mixing together.

"Don't stop Meli. Let me see her do it again." Erik instructed rubbing his dick through his shorts, licking his lips. Erik didn't have to tell her twice, she would keep going for the rest of the night if there was no promise of any dick.

"P-Please Meli don't stop... I wanna cum again." Halle begged her, which made Normeli slow down. Halle whimpered as Erik made Normeli look at him by pulling her head back with her braids.

"Aht aht. Be a good girl and let Halle cum. You been teasing her all week." Erik chastised her as Normeli pouted still circling her hips slowly.

"But I like it when she begs."

Damn... she begs too? Erik really can't help but to think he hit something more than a jackpot with these two.

"Please.. I'll be a good slut for you!" Halle pleaded, looking up with her doe like eyes. Normeli felt the tightening in her lower abdomen, looking at her look so innocent. Normeli was caught off guard by Erik smacking and grabbing her ass making her buck forward. Erik then whispered in her ear,

"Make our pretty girl cum, before I punish you."

Not really wanting to be punished at the moment, Normeli followed Erik's instructions before going at a pace that made both her and Halle cum at the same time. Normeli's cream leaked down Halle's pussy as Halle's pussy squirted again.

"Damn it.." Halle whined starting to feel sensitive.

"Mmm there you go. Such a good slut for me." Erik kissed Normeli on the lips as she climbed off of Halle. The two made out with each other, Halle couldn't help herself as her hands found their way to her clit circling the sensitive nub.

The two pulled away hearing the wet sound of her pussy. "Mmm daddy can I eat her pussy?" Normeli asked staring at her pussy and licking her lips.

"Go ahead and sit on her face." Erik told Normeli. Normeli sat on Halle's face, facing Erik so that they were in a 69 position. Erik chuckled before saying,

"Greedy little bitch." he chuckled kneeling down to be faced with Halle's pussy. Halle's hand found their way to Normeli's ass cheek as she sat her down on her tongue. A vibration was felt when Erik entered two fingers in Halle as he made a 'come here' motion. Normeli leaned down, licking Halle's clit as Erik fingered her pussy.

"Fuck baby," Normeli glided her pussy along Normeli's tongue, Halle moaning at the taste. Her mouth circled around her clit before Erik replaced his fingers with his tongue.

The feeling of their two tongues was a feeling that was incredibly different. Purposely, the two would occasionly slide their tongues against each other as they ate her pussy, sharing the sweetness of her.

"What the fuck..." she whispered to herself, still smothered by Normeli's pussy, she moved her head side to side, playing with her clit making Normeli moan.

"Baby, you keep eating my pussy like that I'm cum all over you pretty face." Normeli gasped, as Erik pulled away, his lips and beard glistening with her slime.

"Let me taste your cum." Halle slapped her ass as she came, her sweetness dripping down the side of Halle's face as she continued eating. "Fuck!" Normeli yelled out as Erik smiled at the two girls.

"Come on Halle, cum for daddy." Erik said inserting three fingers as Halle gasped. Normeli sat up, applying pressure to Halle's stomach as she squirted on Erik's hand. Erik bent down licking up her mess, before standing back up and sharing it was Normeli as they kissed. They broke away before Normeli removed herself from the top as the two helped her sit up.

"Mmm, you did such a good job.' Normeli praised her, kissing her neck and shoulders.

"Come give daddy a kiss." Halle lips connected with his. He tongue kissed her loving the taste of the two of them together moaning in his mouth. She pulled away before kissing Normeli, getting the same taste and moaning. Halle felt something poking her on the stomach before looking down and seeing Erik's hard dick bobbing up and down. Hesitantly, she reached out for it.

"Go ahead and touch it. You know you want to." he teased her as she grabbed it with a slight squeeze. Her eyes widen at the size of it that she felt, but her mouth watered at the thought of him fucking her throat.

"I wanna suck your dick." she flat out said as Erik smirked at her. He back away before saying,

"Get on y'all knees." The two got up from the bed with Normeli being on the right and Halle being on the left. Kneeling in front of him as he took off his white t-shirt over his body and pulled down his basketball shorts, his dick hitting up against his abs.

By far, Erik had the most gorgeous dick that she ever laid eyes on. In real life and on porn. He was a good 7 or 8 inches, with a vein that ran along the side of his dick. His mushroom tip dick leaked pre cum while his dick throbbed.

"You know what I want Normeli. Show Halle."

Normeli smirked before placing sloppy kisses on the side of his dick. After a few seconds, Normeli followed along doing it on the other side. The two met at his tip as they kissed each other while licking his tip tasting his pre-cum.

"Y'all better get my dick nice and wet." He warned them.

Normeli grabbed the base of his dick before Halle placed his tip in her mouth sucking it. He moaned throwing his head back as she started to suck his dick.

"Fuck Halle.." he tilted his hips in a position to add more of his dick to her mouth which she gladly took. "Fuck... there you go. Take this dick down your fucking throat pretty little slut."

Normeli noticed his balls unattended for, as she gladly as she licked and played with it with her mouth. Eventually, Halle could fit his entire dick in her mouth and down her throat as she bobbed her head on it. Saliva dripped down her chest as she pulled away coughing a bit.

Normeli took the chance to put his dick in her mouth. Halle immediately replaced Normeli, placing his other ball in her mouth sucking and playing on it.

"Mmm, you two making daddy's dick feel good.. fuck!" he moaned thrusting his hips, his dick in her throat as she played with her tits. The sound of his dick going in and out of Normeli's throat made Halle's pussy throb as she moaned.

Halle pulled away from his balls, as he grabbed the two girls to make them stand up. "Lay on the side of the bed Halle, let me give you this dick." Halle sat on the edge of the bed laying down as Normeli went to her head, placing her head on her lap. Erik grabbed the back of her legs pushing them to her chest to see her pussy wet, wetter then the day he had her on the counter.

He thrusted his hips sliding his dick along her pussy lips as she moaned at his teasing. "You want this dick, baby?"

She nodded her head, but Erik squeezing her face with his hand. "Talk to me when I ask you something. You want this dick, girl?" he said still slowly moving his dick.

"Yes, please." she moaned out.

"Mhm.. beg daddy to fuck this tight pussy." Normeli said reaching over and rubbing Halle's clit as she moaned closing her eyes.

"Pretty please daddy. I need your big dick in my pussy please." she whimpered, slowly moving her hips for some kind of relief.

"That's not really convincing..." he trailed off.

"I-I'll let you cum in me." she innocently said biting her lip. Normeli giggled as Erik through his head back, whispering a quiet' fuck to himself. Without warning, he slowly pushed his way into her as she gasped out in pleasure and pain.

It's been a minute since Halle last had sex with a man, and Erik was the biggest dude she's been with in general.

"Daddy.. shit!" she squealed as he rubbed her clit, feeling her pussy being stretched out. She felt as if her walls were being intruded every way possible.

"Look at you taking this dick.. fuck." he moaned looking down at her. Her eyes were open in shock, as he continued to fuck her at a slow pace just so he could get used to it. Normeli removed Halle's head from her lap, before getting on her knees and leaning down to kiss her, like the spider mans kiss only laying down.

"His dick feel good in your pussy doesn't it baby girl." Normeli said reaching over and playing with Normeli's nipple as she groaned.

Erik's hip thrusted faster as she gasped out, the pain feeling easily going away as she was engulfed in pleasure. "Ooh fuck daddy, your dick is so big." Halle exclaimed closing her eyes, but Erik grabbed her throat squeezing it.

"Open your eyes when I fuck you." he said changing his pace and fucking her slowly. The feeling caught her off guard as she opened her eyes as he picked up the pace.

Erik threw one of her legs over his shoulder, before pounding her pussy again.

"Fuck I- wait-" she attempted to place her hand on his lower abdomen to slow him down but before she could, he slapped it away.

"Move your fucking hands." he grunted. Normeli grabbed her hands restraining her as Halle eyes rolled back as the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Be a good slut for us and take that dick. Mmm baby your pussy looks so good taking his dick." Normeli moaned, slowly touching herself with her ass up in the air. Erik had the perfect view as he looked in the mirror behind her, having the perfect view of her ass and pussy.

"You're in my stomach." she moaned out.

"That's where I'm supposed to be. Go ahead and squirt on my dick baby." he rubbed against her clit in a side to side motion quickly applying pressure, as her juices squirted out in tinny spurts.

"Oooh baby." Normeli moaned out drooling at the sight of her squirting on him, her juices hitting his lower abdomen. Normeli moved forward as Erik pulled out taking her leg off his shoulders, about to instruct her to clean him off, but of course her freaky self was already doing it.

"Fuck Meli, why you so nasty girl?" he said rubbing Halle's clit as she moaned. She smelled Normeli's arousal, before grabbing her hips and mothering his face between her ass cheeks as she ate her pussy, smacking and jiggling her ass.

"Uh daddy! She's eating my pussy again.." she moaned around his dick.

"I think she like's eating that pussy as much as I do." he chuckled. How could they not? She always tasted like water and cranberries, and when she was aroused it smelled so sweet.

"Mm she taste so good off of your dick." Normeli said sitting up smirking, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Continuing to kiss, she rubbed his tip against Halle's clit before aligning it with her hole. Grabbing the base, she inserted it in herself as he moaned in the kiss.

"Mmm, please fuck me with that dick.." Halle moaned out widening her legs, as Normeli grabbed Halle's legs open to let Erik fuck her.

"Goddamn this pussy... fuck." he whispered as Normeli smirked at him.

"You love fucking her pussy?" Normeli asked him as he looked down at her nodding.

"Shit- I fucking love this pussy." he moaned out. Her pussy tugged at his dick, he grunted at the sudden tightness before looking down and seeing her cream on his dick.

The feeling was different for Halle, as she moaned pulling away from Normeli's pussy, her head hitting the mattress.

"I'm cumming, fuck daddy please don't stop." Halle exclaimed as Normeli stared at the sight beneath her.

"Oooh.. she's never done this." Normeli moaned excitedly.

Halle was a whimpering mess. It was like her orgasm wasn't stopping, and it didn't help that Normeli was rubbing her clit.

"Mhm, I feel you cumming on this dick. Keep going Halle, fuck you feel so good." Erik encouraged Halle. Normeli removed herself from Halle, to see Halle covered once again in her juices but her eyes was crossed.

Erik slowly pulled out as she shook a little bit, as both Normeli and Erik kissed her on the cheeks.

"Shh, your doing such a good job." Erik praised her, "Do you need a break?" he asked her as she nodded.

"B-But I don't mind watching..." she bit her lip, looking between the two. Normeli smiled before Erik chuckled.

"Move over so I can lay down in the bed." The two girls moved over as he laid by the pillows in the middle of the bed, with his dick standing in the air. Halle grabbed the base of his dick, before kissing and sucking the tip. Spitting on it, Halle started to deep throat it herself as Erik grabbed her hair pushing his dick down her throat.

"There you go baby.." Normeli encouraged her. "Get it nice and wet for me."

"Shit- fuck I'm touching that back of yo throat." Erik moaned before pulling her off by her hair, a trail of saliva dripping from her mouth to his dick. "Come here." he directed her, as she settled to his side, kissing her. The two made out before he felt Normeli sit on his dick, slowly sliding in as he moaned into Halle's mouth.

"Fuuuck, make me cum Meli." he moaned out. Halle laid her head back on the pillows where Erik was, as she looked up at Normeli. Normeli threw her head back moaning as she grabbed her tits playing with them.

"Daddy, I love it this dick so much." Normeli moaned out, as Erik grunted.

"Mmm wet ass pussy. You got this wet looking at me fuck her?" Erik teased her as Normeli bounced up and down on his dick.

"Fuck yes." Erik's hands went to the side of him where Normeli was, tracing down her stomach and to her pussy, slowly rubbing her clit.

"Mmm, show Meli your pussy baby. Let her see me playing with it." he instructed Halle. Halle widen her leg to give Normeli a view of her pussy. Just as he thought, Normeli's pussy tighten at the sight of Halle's pussy being played with.

"Ooh fuck daddy." Halle gasped turning her head to look at him, but his mouth was on her as soon as she turned it. The two made out as Normeli eyes squinted shut.

Erik pulled away from Halle, turning his attention back to Normeli who placed her feet by each side of Erik bouncing. Erik thrusted his hips upward letting, as she gasped with her eyes widen.

"Damn I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." she squeezed her eyes as her pussy juices leaked down his dick, getting on his thighs.

"Fuck I'm close, I'm close " he moaned out. Normeli hopped off of his dick as Halle went on her knees to let him cum on her face. Normeli was right in front of her face as Erik grunted jerking himself off.

"Nasty ass bitches catch this fucking nut.. uh fuuuck!" he groaned out as his load of cum hit the two girls in the faces. "Fuck y'all look so fucking sexy." he moaned out.

Normeli and her made out, his cum slowly dripping it's way into their mouths. Swallowing all of his nut, the two sat up as Erik breath heavily looking between the two.

"Fuck.. y'all are gonna drive me crazy."

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Erik woke up the next morning, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He looked around before attempting to sit up only to be met with Normeli and Halle sleeping on each side of his chess.

He laid there for about ten extra minutes looking at the ceiling while tracing circles on Halle's back and playing with Normeli's braids. Considering after the night the three had, he decided to make everyone some breakfast. He slowly unraveled the two girls before crawling out of bed, and grabbing his boxers placing them on.

As they slept, the two girls unknowingly cuddled into each other after feeling the bed suddenly being empty. Erik thought it was the cutest thing.

After brushing his teeth, he made his way downstairs and to the kitchen to make breakfast. Deciding just to make avocado toast, he started to collect his ingredients.

In the mist of his cooking and thinking, he heard someone come down the stairs to see Normeli walking in with a yawn. "Goodmorning." she greeted him.

"Goodmorning." he said kissing her forehead. "Halle is still asleep?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Yeah, usually Sunday's she sleep in since she doesn't have a shift at the hospital." she informed him he licked the spoon that had the avocado on it before crossing his arms.

"So, have you thought about it?" he asked her. She knew what he was talking about, and actually hoped he would bring it up. Especially after yesterday with Halle mentioning that she wanted to move out.

"I actually have." she said as Erik nodded for her continue. "We should propose the idea." she shrugged as Erik smirked at her.

"But, there is a way that we could propose the idea. It's a taboo topic on it's own, and I don't know how she feels about Polymerous relationships." she mentioned standing up.

"Well how about we bring her breakfast in bed, and just talk about it with her?" he suggested.

"Bet." Normeli made Halle her cup of coffee since she knew she couldn't a morning without it.

Erik suddenly remember Halle mentioning that she needed to pay off her student loans. Out of curiosity, he asked Normeli,

"By chance do you know how much Halle owes for her student loans?" he asked her as she shook her head. "Got an idea?"

"No.. I know every time she gets paid she pays on it so I'm going to assume it may not be that much anymore." she suggested. "Why?"

"Well I was just thinking about it... maybe I could pay off the rest of it." he shrugged as she chuckled.

"I've been trying to do it for months. Good luck."

After fixing the breakfast, Erik wrote her a check for 15K. He thought it was a overshot but better safe then sorry. He kept the check in his book before bringing the food upstairs following behind Normeli.

The two opened the door to see that she was still sleeping, laid out on her stomach with her hands above her head. Erik placed the food on the night stand, as Normeli placed the coffee mug on the other night stand. She got into the bed moving the hair out of Halle's face to see her lips pouting with a small puddle of drool on her silk pillow.

Halle chuckled before slightly shaking her awake. She groaned a little turning her head before her snores were heard again. Normeli looked up at Erik as he went to the other side of Normeli looking at her face and seeing the dried slob on the side of pillow.

"Damn... we did that?" he asked seeing her exposed neck with the dark red and purple hickies. Normeli noticed it before saying,

"Yeah.. she not going to be happy about that." she chuckled, remembering an instance that happened month ago. Normeli got carried away with the hickey's on one of their Monday morning showers. It took her more time to do her makeup since she had to be at the hospital.

"Halle..." Erik trailed off, shaking her as she stayed sleep. An idea popped into his head as he started to kiss her ear. "Come on, wake up for me baby." he whispered in her ear as she stirred in her sleep at the ticklish sensation. Normeli caught on before kissing her exposed shoulders.

Her eyebrows scrunched as her eyes fluttered open as he smiled at her. She groaned as the two of them sat up to give her some room. "Goodmorning gorgeous." Erik complimented her as she sat up on her elbows, scratching her throat.

"Mmm good morning." Normeli kissed her neck as Halle groaned.

"What time is it?" she yawned.

"It is seven o'clock." Erik answered her as she looked at him with a squinted her eyes at him.

"On a Sunday?" He nodded slowly, confusion written on his face before he looked back at Normeli to see her making a 'yikes' expression.

"I know we woke you up, but we just wanted to give you breakfast in bed." Normeli smiled innocently at her. "I mean... after last night and all." she winked at Halle as Halle blushed.

"How about we sit up, so you can eat." Erik suggested as she nodded slowly sitting up, wincing at the soreness in her thighs and between her legs.

"You okay?" Normeli asked her.

"Yeah.. just a tad bit sore." Halle replied, "Worth it though.." she whispered under her breath but Erik heard it. He chuckled before placing the plate on her lap. Normeli gave her the mug as she smelled the fresh roasted beans before smiling.

"Alright.. this makes it a tiny bit better for waking me up. Ya know, on my only day off." she mumbled into the mug.

"Anywho..." Normeli trailed off. "We actually wanted to talk to you about something?" she said more in a question tone.

"About what?" she took a bite of the toast, loving the taste of it. Damn this man knew how to cook.

"Okay before we mention this conversation, if it makes you feel uncomfortable we will stop and move on from her." Erik told her moving the hair out of her face as she nodded slowly, swallowing her food.

"Not gonna lie y'all making me real nervous." she chuckled nervously.

"Oh no, it's nothing to be nervous about. Actually, we think you may like this." Normeli smiled at her. "Have you ever heard of a Polymerous relationship?" she asked her as she nodded.

"Yeah.. actually." she took another before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "It's like multiple people in a relationship." she answered. After a few seconds, Halle started to become a little suspicious by how weird they were acting.

"How do you feel about it?" Erik asked her as she shrugged.

"Um.. I see no problem with it. Date who you wanna date." she said sipping more coffee from her mug.

"Would you ever do it?" Normeli asked her. Her eyebrows raised in shock as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I mean, I never really thought about it. But the opportunity for it never really fell on my lap." she said, knowing what they were hinting at. "You guys can just say it." she said feeling like they were beating around the bush.

"Well we want you to be our girlfriend." Erik flat out said.

"You could've just started off like that ya know." Halle chuckled taking another bite of her toast. "Um," she cleared her throat. "S-So how do we know that this is going to work out?"

"Well I've worked with polymerous relationships before, and to be fair we have all the indicators amongst the three of us that we could work out." Normeli explained to her. Halle nodded slowly processing everything.

"There is one thing that I didn't mention before." Normeli remember. "If we have an issue with anything, don't be hesitant to talk about it. I mean, that's important for all relationships but especially because we just don't have one other person's feeling to worry about, two." Normeli said looking at the two of them.

"No problem.." Erik smiled at Normeli.

"Of course." Halle smiled at Normeli grabbing her hand.

"How about this, tonight we go out and celebrate. There is a nice Greek restaurant downtown. It's a five star Michelin restaurant and I'd think you guys would enjoy it." he told them standing up.

"Oooh like a date? That would be exciting!" Normeli exclaimed.

"I'm down."

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[fictioninmyblood]

I Meant That Shit

Summary: N’Jadaka gets tired of waiting for Y/N to forgive him and come home, so he decides to let Killmonger bring her back, kicking and screaming if necessary.

Warnings: 18+, noncon/con, smut, D/s themes, Entitled and pissed Erik being devious. Shouldthere be a warning for angst?

A/N: This was supposed to be short, but here we are. Enjoy my sexually starved thoughts.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

After his reluctant rehabilitation, there weren't many things that brought out his killer instinct anymore. However, it seemed that lately, despite all the sparring, therapy, and meditation sessions, Erik couldn’t shake the urge to knock some sense into his girl Y/N. 

A few weeks prior when she told him she needed space and couldn’t stay in Wakanda and ignore her life anymore, he said some things. She took it the wrong way and told him they were over, as if.

When she first left, Erik was sure she’d break down and FaceTime him or use the kimoyo beads he taught her to use. She was always more vocal about missing him, so he just assumed she’d break down and restart their communication. Imagine his surprise when a whole two weeks rolled by without so much as a text, call, or video chat. He was desperate for anything from her, even a verbal lashing, but by the time a month came and went, he felt like a fiend going through withdrawal.

During week six, his excitement to finally lay his eyes on Y/N was quickly cut short when he realized she was still talking to his family even though he had been getting the silent treatment. That displeasing information lit him like a powder keg when he saw another man in Y/N’s background, getting dressed no less. T’Challa dragged him from Shuri’s lab ready to bust a gasket when his babygirl asked Shuri to go into a different room and his little cousin actually listened! His whole family was against him again it would seem.

When T’Challa got him back to his room, all he did was pace. It was ten full minutes of the king warily watching his cousin stew when M’Baku walked right into the line of fire as Erik turned to beat the shit out of his cousin. T’Challa easily dodged the current threat on his life as the giant grabbed Erik’s hands in one of his, quickly disarming him and making the pouting man even more enraged. 

“You all have been talking to her this whole time?” N’Jadaka roared.

“Just Shuri and I. She made us promise to let you figure it out for yourself, but you’ve been failing miserably cousin! Absolutely clueless!” T’Challa replied.

Erik struggled against M’Baku’s vice grip to no avail.

“No shit Sherlock. I’m gonna whoop yawls asses. M’Baku let me go.”

“Not until you promise to have a conversation with your mouth instead of your hands. I am not prepared to get involved in another war between you two.”

Erik took a few deep breaths. “Fine, I’m good.”

Once M’Baku was sure there would be no immediate violence he let go.

“You better start explaining real fucking soon T,” Erik spat, pointing an accusatory finger at T’Challa.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N is struggling to accept that you actually want her around long term!” T’Challa word-vomited.

If the prince wasn’t already enraged, the king and tribal chief would’ve laid out in hysterics at how N’Jadaka’s face screwed up. “How sway! How?!”

“From what Shuri has explained and I’ve gathered in my eavesdropping is that she thinks you only want to claim her without actually growing with her. Everything is on your terms, your way, in  your time. She’s been far more  patient than most would be with you so I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Erik jumped at T’Challa, scaring him and the big gorilla chief. “I oughta beat you up for keeping your mouth shut.”

“She and Shuri threatened me within an inch of my life and they scare me more than you. Besides, according to them, you can’t keep relying on us to figure out what’s going on in your relationship and I couldn’t find a valid disagreement.”

Erik nearly did slap T’Challa at the last sentiment.

“Aye aye!” M’Baku shouted, getting between the two yet again, “He is being truthful now. That counts eh? And if I may interject, I think you’re aiming your anger at the wrong person.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Erik said, deflating under the weight of that truth, “but his ass still bout to pay me back and I know just how.”

————-

A few hours later…

“You know, when I told you that you could pay me back with The Royal Talon Fighter, I didn’t expect you to tag along.”

“Who else was going to keep an eye on our Wakandan technology or keep you from murdering anyone in the vicinity of Y/N, especially any man?”

Erik rolled his eyes and huffed. “I guess.”

“Or Y/N from killing you for just showing up jealous despite being radio silent since long before she left Wakanda.”

“Alright alright! You made your point. Damn! Just drive the fancy metal.”

—

Erik was all confidence until the second they landed in Atlanta. Yeah, Killmonger was out for blood and was ready to bring their girl back kicking and screaming if necessary, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens? He was a nervous fucking wreck.

T’Challa and M’Baku’s words really struck a nerve and he had nothing but time to stew over them on the ride to your family’s hometown ranch. Before he met you, Killmonger made all the decisions, kept him alive and ahead of the game, whatever game he was surviving at the moment. He lived like that for well over a decade when he met you, but you didn’t bat an eyelash at his swift mood swings, his bloodthirst, or his possessiveness, often putting him in place. You handled him with love and care, showing him how to become the softer version of himself without sacrificing your boundaries too much. He was quickly realizing that he sometimes pushed too hard, took too much, neglected your requirements. It was your stern patience, however, that was enough to allow you to become the first person to get him the person instead of him the killer to come out and communicate, interact, and live rather than survive. 

You did it for him a second time around when he came out of cryo too. He hadn’t told you anything about how he would go about his goals, opting just to disappear and execute so it was a surprise of a lifetime to wake up to your beautiful Y/E/C. After getting over his initial anger over you seeing the worst of him, you were the first person he responded to or let touch him during his recovery. Even going so far as not allowing the medical staff to redress his wounds if he was awake.

Only your touch soothed him, only your voice gave him peace. You made him less of a killing machine and more human again, made him want to address the tsunami of emotions and trauma that he lugged around. He didn’t want to jeopardize your willingness to be that for him but he recognized how you were always giving all you had just to receive an inch of progress from him. If that.

Unfortunately, all of his introspection and nervousness flew right out of the truck T’Challa had them in when he saw you walking up to your personal guesthouse with a man in tow. Killmonger immediately took the reins pushing him and his feelings down into the abyss, and leaping out of the car before T’Challa could come to a complete stop with his cousin calling after him.

“Y/N!” Killmonger shouted from the end of the long-ass driveway, rage evident in his voice.

Y/N was haphazardly trying to get her drunk cousin up the stairs while nervously dropping her keys when she heard Killmonger. She’s only encountered him a few times since meeting Erik, after the first time she brought him back to himself, he did his best to keep that part from her. It didn’t always work since any repressed feeling or issue the man had was poured into his alter ego, feeding his desire to be wild and untamed in his decision-making. So she knew he was out for blood with just the sound of her name.

She got the key in just as Killmonger got to the beginning of her walkway up to the house. As quickly as she could, she pulled her cousin in, slamming and locking the door in her partner’s face, leaving the beast to bang on her door and demand entrance.

“I’m not dealing with your bulldozing tactics Kill! You can come back when Erik is ready to face his fucking feelings and have an adult conversation!”

“If you know what’s good for you and that nigga in there, you better open this ghatdamn door Y/N!” He roared in response.

Y/N’s cousin couldn’t stop laughing, no matter how much she waved him off. Getting trashed 3 nights in a row after a bad breakup and crashing with his favorite cousin after hearing how she was hiding from both the world and the love of her life as well didn’t prepare him for seeing her so out of character. One second she was fleeing from the man, the next she was big and bad from behind a locked door in all her 5’5” glory. It was comical as hell to him.

“You know you look constipated when you cuss? Like that stick in your ass is fighting every syllable.” He said, immediately dying in another fit of laughter at his analogy.

“Who the fuck is that in there with you, Y/N, and don’t fucking lie!”

“The next man. Nice to meet you. You must be the ex.” her cousin shouted out in a drunken slur to Y/N’s horror.

Yeah, she knew she wasn’t in the wrong, and there was no reason to defend herself against this man, but she knew not to press certain buttons once Kill made an appearance. Her cousin, unfortunately, had no discernment to see that he had just pressed the biggest red button Kill had when it came to her.

Y/N watched the myriad of emotions that crossed Erik’s face through the peephole, praying to every ancestor and display of the creator she could think of that this man wasn’t going to go full psycho-killer on them both. The last thing she needed was him taking several steps back in his healing just to unnecessarily add another scar, maybe 2 with how pissed he looked. 

Y/N turned back to her cousin, ready to kill him for putting her in even hotter water, only to find that nigga was sleep, leaving Y/N to deal with the consequences on her own. 

As soon as she had that thought her ears piqued, taking in how silent it had gotten. All she could hear was the crunch of gravel as T’Challa finally pulled in and got out. When she peeked outside the peephole again, she was met with a confused T’Challa looking for Erik.

A chill ran up her spine and her blood ran cold as she slowly turned to her current worst fear; Killmonger pissed as hell, staring her down with a knife to her cousin’s throat.

“Give me one good reason not to paint your brand new carpet with this nigga’s blood Y/F/N then fuck you on the new color.”

Putting her hands up in a placating manner, Y/N slowly inched towards Kill, stopping when he dug the knife just slightly deeper, exposing a thin line of blood, as her cousin slept unawares.

Donning a submissive voice as if she was talking to a wild animal, “Erik, baby calm down.”

“Don’t baby calm down me! You out here giving other niggas what’s mine? Mine Y/N!”

“That’s not–”

“Don’t tell me that’s not what’s going on when you’ve been M.I.Fucking.A. for weeks! And the first thing I see both on video chat and in person is you with some random?! I’ll murder every nigga to ever touch you, keep tryna play me.”

“Nobody’s playing you Daka, look closer, you know him. I promise I haven’t been stepping out on you.” Y/N continued on, internally rolling her eyes at the toddler temper tantrum she had to placate this nigga out of. “My stupidly in love, trying to escape his own heartache, and loves drama when drunk cousin that you have met several times was just egging you on.”

Kill looked closer to the man’s face and released the filter of rage clouding his judgment, upon closer inspection he realized they’d met at several of the many family gatherings he’d attended with Y/N/N. Slowly easing the knife from her cousin’s throat, Erik struggled to fight back tears at his behavior. He was proving he wasn’t good enough for her, he hadn’t actually changed all that much. Kill took the reins once again, unwilling to let him process his feelings of abandonment and betrayal just yet. Rushing towards Y/N, he laid the knife flat on the side of her face, taking up residence on the other side.

Biting a huge hickey along her jawline, before grasping her earlobe in between his teeth, Killmonger growled, “So if you ain’t been fucking him, who you been fucking?”

Although Y/N knew she logically had nothing to feel guilty about, how he was questioning her made her want to lie down and worship him as an apology regardless. She took a deep breath to center herself, understanding that any sign of nervousness would be taken as an omission of guilt.

Y/N ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulder blades to hold his face in her palms. He reluctantly released her earlobe to allow her to face him, naturally allowing the blade to rest against her neck ever so gently.

“N’Jadaka. Erik, baby? Look at me, I have been trying to live without you miserably for the last few weeks. I’ve only been going out since Y/C/N got here and I have to beg for breaks because I’m basically his chaperone. You believe me don’t you?”

Erik looked at her with suspicion clouding his eyes. He dropped the knife and held her throat in his hands, squeezing just tight enough to hint to either pleasure or pain, pushing her against the front door.

“Ion know. Why should I?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N took a chance and palmed his face, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Cause you know that no matter how much you stress me out, isolate yourself from me, or threaten anyone who seems to have more access to me than you, that I love your crazy ass.”

Erik squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt her but enough to reassert his dominance. Y/N put a hand over his, doing her best to ground herself in the feeling of his hands rather than how much she wanted to cum from the pressure of them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N squeaked out, “I love every version of you, no matter how threatening any of them may be and I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Nah, princess, the other part.”

“No matter how threatening-” she started, but was cut off by the growl emanating from Erik’s chest and the pulsing release and pressure of him allowing her small gasps of air. “You know what I mean Y/N, don’t test me lil mama.”

Erik held his squeeze on her neck, tilting it ever so slightly to lick the side of her face and hold her earlobe between his teeth, tugging.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the guttural moan if she tried. Just barely keeping her eyes from rolling back and donning her sweetest sub voice, she said, “I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me big daddy. It literally makes me nauseous.”

Erik released her ear with a wet snap against her face, “It does?”

Y/N hummed and nodded her head as best she could in her current predicament.

Killmonger covered the forgiving face Erik started to make, replacing it with one of his stern, unyielding looks. “Then why you leave me and give me the silent treatment for weeks?”

Y/N whined at the tightening of his hands, closing her eyes to savor the pleasure only he could illicit lighting her body on fire.

Erik bit her bottom lip roughly, nearly drawing blood. “That’s not an answer.”

Losing the battle against her libido and subspace, Y/N whined again.

In a faux sweet voice Erik said, “Awww, is little mama already too far gone in her head thinking about all the ways imma mark you.”

Y/N nodded again, lost in the many images she’d acquired from her sexual experiences with Erik and Kill over the years.

“Good.” And with those words, Y/N was suddenly looking at Erik’s ass and the floor as he stomped upstairs to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

He tossed her on the bed and roughly stripped her of her clothes, halter top first, bottoms and panties all in one fell swoop last, leaving her heels on.

He positioned her over his knee and popped her cheeks until her bottom was flushed with his favorite shade of reddish purple and warmed his hands with the heat she emanated.

By the time he was done, Y/N wanted to be a ball of tears, but could only sniffle, her voice too shy to make an appearance when Kill took the reins of their scenes like this for fear of upsetting him further.

Erik used his knee to spread her legs open far enough to see her flower drenching her thighs in her nectar for him. He took two fingers to swipe some of it onto them for him to put in his mouth and savor, groaning at how much sweeter she seemed to have gotten since last he held her.

He laid her onto the bed and got up to undress himself, slapping her already sore ass when she didn’t move a muscle.

“You know what’s up. Face down, ass up lil mama.”

Y/N groaned but slowly inched her way into position. Already feeling like jello, she barely put an arch in her back, struggling not to lay back down and pass out.

Killmonger was not happy with that. After he’d removed everything except his grills and chain he let both his palms come down on her cheeks simultaneously.

Sounding more animal than human, “If you don’t assume the position like you got some sense, I swear to the gods Y/N.”

She was still lethargic, but was eager to experience less of his painful assaults and more of the pleasurable ones that she knew were around the corner. It took all of her strength but she was able to inch herself into position, deepening her arch just the way he demanded with her arms by her side and her cheek resting against the comforter.

“Good girl.”

With how pliant she was to his commands and the evidence of how much she trusted and wanted him dripping down her thighs, it took all of his restraint not to plunge himself into her until he felt her cervix try to push him back out.

Y/N smiled faintly at the praise, humming and wiggling her ass in response.

Killmonger grasped her wrists as he knelt to get up close and personal with his pussy. He spread her lips so he could get an eyeful of her throbbing clit and blew on it, eliciting a guttural moan from Y/N, before replacing his hand back on her wrist.

“Just you wait mamas, you gonna be screaming and crying by the time I’m done with you.”

He licked her juices on both thighs, leaving hickies all over them both before he finally put his whole face in her pussy and ate. If it wasn’t for the grasp he had on her wrists, she would have collapsed immediately.

Erik was a good kisser in general, but Killmonger was a master at french kissing, especially her pussy, until she was questioning whether or not she still wanted the pleasure. Those deep soul sucking kisses always made her question her sanity.

He slurped up and suctioned her clit into his mouth like that’s where it belonged, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she came with a silent scream, without ever releasing her tiny bud. Then he released it with a pop only to hold her lips open and spit directly onto her hole, watching his saliva drip down onto her clit. He flattened his tongue and licked like the dog he could be until she was a whining, moaning mess, tears streaming down her face just as promised. 

Once the first sound hit his ears, she couldn’t stop the noises he was pulling from her if she was mute, let alone at the mercy of his insatiable thirst for her most animalistic responses.

Kill continued his assault with his tongue, moving through her folds in a rhythm only he knew. After he’d gotten two more orgasms from her that way, Y/N alternating between screaming and crying, he latched his plush lips back around her clit, assaulting the sensitive bundle of nerves, and plunged his two most trustworthy fingers into her, immediately finding her gspot and caressing it with an incessant ‘come hither’ motion until she was squirting and creaming uncontrollably. Not willing to let go just yet he dragged it out for what seemed like forever since she briefly lost consciousness and came to, lips still parted in the O of her silent screams, with his mouth still eagerly slurping up the waterfall his fingers were responsible for. All Y/N could do was turn her head the other way to watch what she could see of him, whining and moaning.

When she could barely release any more spurts he released her, licking his hand, fingers, and forearm clean as he slowly stroked his hard as steel member. 

In the great deep of her sex haze, Y/N mumbled, “He brought dick too? How are we gonna survive dick too when he almost killed us with just his mouth and fingers.”

Erik chuckled at her ramblings, proud that he was, as usual, responsible for her senseless words.

When his precum made an appearance, he swiped it up with his thumb and rubbed it into her pussy, almost immediately replacing his thumb with the tip of his dick. Wanting to savor this moment of finally being able to reconnect with his pussy, he played with her, just like that. Rubbing the tip of his dick in both of their juices, up and down her pussy lips, circling her clit, and coming to apply just enough pressure to her desperately clenching hole, only to rinse and repeat. On and on he went, teasing them both until his quietly whimpering babygirl was back to guttural whines.

He knew she was right where he wanted her mentally when she started begging.

“Please big daddy, I’m so sorry. Please baba E, please baba, please. Please please please please please pleaaaaaasssssseeeeee.”

When he was good and ready, he pulled her up by her throat until she was flush against him, licked her tears from her cheek, and forced her to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t do that disappearing and silent treatment shit ever again Y/N. You hear me?”

Y/N nodded and blinked at him with a puppy eyed look that damn near melted the ice caps of his attitude, but he was quick to remind her who’s big daddy in their relationship.

“When I told you, you were mine, I meant that shit mama.”

“Yes, baba,” Y/N squeaked out.

He tongued her down with one of his sloppy french kisses and as soon as he felt her body relax in his hold, he did exactly what his body had been begging for since the second he saw her. He pushed himself into her until he felt the tip of her cervix try to push him all the way back out, savoring the fucked out look she wore as her body spasmed with the unexpected orgasm, he held them there letting her ride it out. 

In this moment he was grateful for the years of curated discipline since the way her pussy clamped onto him almost triggered his own mind numbing orgasm. Although he successfully staved off his nut, he couldn’t stop the way all of his fight was knocked right out of him.  Finally rid of the aggression that his Killmonger personality oozed, Erik was able to finally take in his queen, his Y/N, in all her sex hazed glory.

When she finally came down from her high he started moving, giving her slow and deep strokes as he showered her face and neck with kisses, hoping his attempt at lovemaking showed her just how priceless she was to him, how desperate he’d been without her.

Kiss, “I’m sorry too mamas,” kiss “I know how much you love me and I don't understand why,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “insist,” kiss, “on pouring all of the best parts of yourself into me.” He couldn’t help but shed a tear at the relief he felt, having her in his arms again. “I promise to do better,” kiss, “to listen and pay attention more,” kiss, “to treat you like the empress you are,” kiss, “just say you’ll come home with me,” kiss, “promise you’ll take your rightful place by my side mamas,” kiss, “claim your right as my queen.”

Y/N was a moaning, whining mess, barely holding onto consciousness and shedding her favorite kind of tears, just as promised.

Erik tucked his face into her neck, struggling to keep himself from cumming too soon since her pussy was gripping him like a boa constrictor, indicating that yet another orgasm wasn’t too far.

He held himself in the deepest parts of her and put a little whine in his hips. “Please mama, come home with me.”

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer she arched into him and screamed yes over and over, overwhelmed with her orgasm, and squirted all over them both. Erik came in her almost at the exact same time, his orgasm nearly knocking him out with how it overcame him from head to toe. Both of them slumped into the bed.

—

By the time he finally started to get up, her screams had quieted back to whimpers.

Erik slowly and gently removed her heels from her feet, massaging the soles with just the right amount of pressure.

He cleaned both of them with a warm washcloth and ran the tub, placing some bubble bath soap, epsom salt, essential oils, and dried rose petals in the water. Wanting to balance out the intrusive way he barged back into her life, he lit some candles and incense as well, and placed his favorite body oil of hers on the counter.

When he came back to get her in the tub, she was silently staring into space in the same place and position he left her. After he got her to turn over and sit up, he scooped her into his arms bridal and brought her to the tub, gently placing her into the suds.

Once he saw her relax he went back to the bedroom to strip and change the sheets, wanting their transition back into the room to be seamless. When he came back into the bathroom her head was leaned against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and tears were streaming down her face, alarming him to the fact that although he’d won the battle, he was still losing the war with treating his girl with the care she really was looking for from him.

Choking up himself, he kneeled next the tub and leaned over her face, kissing the droplets left behind.

“I’m so sorry mamas. You know that right?” His voice cracked at the end.

Although she started nodding yes, she ended up shaking her head no.

“Can you open your eyes for me please?”

Y/N shook her head no again.

“Pretty please?”

Again she shook her head no. She was too scared to look him in his eyes, anytime he touched her or they made eye contact she folded to his desires and needs, abandoning her own.

A little defeated, but determined to win all of her back, not just her body, Erik switched tactics.

“May I get into the tub with you and hold you?”

Y/N hesitated a few moments before she nodded yes. As soon as she heard the rustle of him standing back up she scooted forward allowing him to sit behind her.

Once he was seated, Erik gently pulled her into him, urging her body to use him as she did the edge of the tub. The moment she relaxed in his embrace, head lolling slightly to the left, he started kissing up and down her neck from where her ear met her face to her collarbone.

When he felt enough time had passed, he tried to get her to open up to him again.

“Lil mama?”

Y/N hummed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind please, I promise to listen.”

Y/N held up her pinky and asked, “Pinky promise?”

Erik locked his pinky with hers and brought her hand to his lips, softly talking against it, “Pinky Promise.”

She pulled her hand away, putting it back in her lap to join the other one, under the water.

Taking a deep breath she started.

“Am I a toy to be played with Daka?” Erik was ready to answer but kept silent, knowing she needed to get all of her thoughts out before he interrupted her. “To be taken out of storage to be used and then tossed aside when you’re not getting the desired result anymore?”

Rubbing the sides of her thighs and suddenly very scared, he said, “ no mamas.”

“Then why do you get to demand time and attention and energy from me, but when I ask for a sliver of honest communication, the smallest amount of all three resources you have to offer me, you shut me out? Why is it only okay for you to communicate what’s going on with you and us when you feel like it, when it's convenient? Why do I always have to beg for you to lean on me, to use me softly? Why do I have to beg you to let me hold you. Why don’t you ever just ask? Why do I have to grovel at your feet to be held by you? Why is the only time you make love to me when you’re trying to win me back? Why?” 

By the end of her list, Y/N was sobbing. Erik wrapped his arms around her body and tucked his chin in the curve of her neck and let a few tears drop himself before he answered.

“I don’t know mamas. I guess…,” he wiped the tears from his face and gulped down the rising tsunami of emotion that she so easily created with just a few sentences before he wrapped his arm back around her, “...I guess I’m just terrified.”

“Of what baby? Haven’t I been here? Haven’t I done the best to support you with all that I am, to remain honest with you and show you that I am loyal to our future?”

He kissed her shoulder and said, “you have. I just-”

Y/N pulled out of his arms to finally look him in the eye, “You just what? Aren’t my efforts to build a life with you enough?”

Erik palmed her face and gave her a deep kiss, hoping to transfer all of his emotion into it.

He put his forehead against hers and said, “I’m just so fucking terrified of losing you. To have the warmth of your love snatched away at a moment's notice. I’m terrified in a way I haven’t been in so fucking long that I just convince myself that its better to pull away and show you how unworthy I am of the full magnitude of your love.”

He pulled away and kissed her forehead, grateful she was finally looking him in the eyes again. “But this time of separation showed me I am nothing without you, just a hollow shell, no love to warm my soul and bones. Even the care and concern of my family isn’t enough to fill the abyss that’s created in your absence.”

Y/N swiped away the stray tears from his face, “that’s-”

“I know. Super intense.”

“Yes. But I was gonna say a relief to hear. You never really give me any verbal confirmation that you feel as deeply for me as I do for you unless I say I love you first.”

“I know mamas, but I promise to do better, be better, for you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “No Baba. For you. You need to talk your feelings out loud so you can hear it too. You need to know that the only reason you’re able to love me so deeply is because you love yourself that deep, if not deeper, first. Understand?”

Erik smirked, yet again grateful that he had such a wise and loving partner who always held up the pieces of mirror he’d sworn he’d broken to pieces.

“Yea lil mama, I understand.”

“Good…,” Y/N kissed him again, deepening the kiss but teasing him slightly with how lightly she moved her lips against his. When she pulled away, she almost regretted bursting his bubble. “...cause I’m not going back with you until I’m ready.”

Erik’s face instantly fixed itself into a scowl. “But-”

Y/N held a finger to his lips. “I said when I’m ready, not never. I came home to get back to taking care of me, love me, and understanding what my needs are.”

His pout deepened.

“And I learned that I need to stop jumping when you say jump. So I go back when I feel that I’m ready, not because you showed up and demanded it of me. Okay?”

He was a little deflated, but still holding onto the hope of her eventually coming back with him.

“Okay, but I’m staying with you until you’re ready.”

“But-.” 

It was Erik’s turn to hush her with a finger. “I already know what you’re going to say and my duties will be waiting for me when we go back together. Now that you’re back in my arms I’m in no hurry to lose the privilege again.”

“You’re not!”

“You’re right, cause I’m staying.”

All Y/N could do was chuckle, understanding that she’d lost this battle and relishing in the fact that she won the war. It seemed he was finally starting to understand what she needed because although she was indeed going to complain about him having responsibilities to return to, she really did need him to stay. That abyss he had was mirrored in her heart and only time with him would close it back up.

Both satisfied that they worked through the root issue, they went back to enjoying the bath, Y/N comfortably resting her head against Erik.

When they were all pruney and the water was verging on cold, Erik stood them up to drain the tub and turned on the shower to rinse them both. After he dried them both, he quickly lotioned his body with shea butter, grabbed the body oil and guided Y/N hand in hand, back into the bedroom.

He laid her on her back first to moisturize and massage her front, kneading out all of the tension she held. When he was working his way back up from her feet, he couldn’t help but get stuck between her thighs, using his thumbs to massage circles up them until he reached her pussy again.

Y/N slightly parted her legs, letting one bend and fall open for easy access. He immediately used one hand to part her lips so he could see her clit clearly.

Erik leaned down to softly kiss her clit a few times before he pulled away and used the thumb on his other hand to rub slow circles. He admired her form as he brought her to orgasm leisurely. 

He went back to massaging her thighs until she returned from the heights of her pleasure.

His voice was more gruff than he wanted when he told her, “turn over.”

She easily compiled and continued his massage, paying extra attention to her sore ass.

When Y/N was 2 more seconds away from sleep and he was satisfied with his work he urged her under the covers and joined her. She tried to grab his hardened member to return the favor but he grabbed up her hands, kissing them to soften the blow.

“No, I needed to show you how softly I can treat you, I don’t need to cum right now. Sleep.”

Y/N pouted and whined, wanting to feel him connected to her again.

She lifted her leg over his as they faced each other and inched as close as she could with her hands in his, feeling his dick graze her pussy lips.

Putting a little more base in his voice, “Ay! What I just say lil mama?”

She whined out, “I don’t care, I just need to feel you in me Baba.”

Erik grunted. 

Y/N donned her best puppy dog pout and begged with her words and body, wiggling in his hold and being able to feel the lightest brush of his hot skin. “Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee?”

“Fine, but careful what you asked for…” he said, sheathing himself in one stroke and stilled her hips before she could start moving. “...you just might get it.”

He released her hands and tongued her down, palming her face.

“Sleep Y/N.”

“But,” she said, her face scrunching in confusion.

“You can keep me warm, but that’s it for now, okay?”

She started to whine again but was cut short when he wrapped the hand palming her face around her throat.

“Sleep mamas. You’re going to need all of your energy in the morning.”

She wasn’t necessarily happy, but she also wasn’t necessarily dissatisfied. She did get her wish after all.

“Ok.”

Y/N tucked her head under his chin and started to drift before she sleepily said, “thank you for showing me how much you care Baba E. I’m really happy you’re here.”

Erik kissed her forehead and squeezed his arms a little tighter around her.

“Thank you for letting me.”

He was answered with her cute snores and let the sound lull him into the best sleep he’d had in too long of a while.

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𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐂’𝐬 ⟡

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The New King

A/N: heyyyyy long time no see everyone! This is just a taste of something since I haven’t been on here in so long. If it’s bad just let me know and I’ll make some changes! But I do have more coming

The new king of Wakanda had taken over, and it was clear he enjoyed his new position. Seated on the throne carved from ancient stone and obsidian, Erik Killmonger leaned back with ease, one leg slung over the other as if the seat had been made for him alone. His eyes swept across the council chamber with slow calculation, watching each elder in silence, his presence heavy and unignorable.

One of the elder council members, a dignified woman with silver braids and a robe stitched in the royal colors, stood with her chin high and her voice firm. “Now that you are king of Wakanda, what do you plan on doing? We must preserve what we have in our lands, or others will wage war on us.” She sat slowly, her words settling like smoke in the room. The other elders shifted in their seats, casting curious, cautious glances at him. Making the man before them more confident than before.

Erik clapped his hands once, the sound echoing like a drumbeat in the quiet chamber. He rose to his feet with a confident swagger, his golden war vest catching the light as he stood tall before the council.“Well, I’m glad you asked,” he said, spreading his arms with casual authority. “I want to arm my people. Our people. With tools. With weapons. With protection.”

He began to walk, slow and deliberate, circling the chamber like a panther stalking its prey. “Y’all don’t see what we could do with Vibranium. It could change lives. Out there, our people are dying, suffering, struggling just to survive. And we sit here on a mountain of power, hidden behind fear and tradition.”

Erik stopped in the center, eyes burning with intensity, challenging them to speak against him. The elders murmured amongst themselves, some shifting uncomfortably, others clearly intrigued.

From the edge of the room, a calm voice broke through the noise like cool water poured over fire. (Y/N), the royal adviser, stepped forward with silent grace, the hem of her dark blue robes trailing behind her like mist. Her chin was lifted and her eyes locked directly on Erik’s.

“Change is inevitable, Your Majesty,” she said evenly, her voice like polished steel. “But chaos disguised as revolution is still chaos. To arm the people without a plan is to ignite a fire you may not be able to put out.”The room fell still again. All eyes turned to her, then to the new king.

Erik tilted his head, the cocky edge in his smile fading as he studied her face. The energy between them shifted, invisible but palpable. She walked toward the center, her steps steady, her hands clasped calmly in front of her. “Wakanda has remained strong because of its unity,” she continued, now facing the elders as well as the king.

“If you want to share our power, then it must be done with precision, not pride. We can build a better world. But we must build. Not burn.” Erik remained silent for a moment, his jaw working as he looked between her and the council. Slowly, he stepped down from the throne platform and came to stand beside her, his presence bold and imposing next to her composed figure.

He spoke softly, not for the council but for her. “So what you suggesting, (Y/N)?” She turned her head toward him, her gaze unwavering. “A council to explore how Wakanda can safely extend its reach,” she answered. “To create not just weapons, but allies. Technology. Medicine. Education. A legacy that doesn’t rule with fear.”

Erik held her gaze for a long moment. The heat in his eyes shifted into something deeper. Something unspoken. He let out a breath and shook his head with a quiet chuckle.

“You always know how to check me,” he muttered. A small smile touched her lips. “That’s why you keep me around, isn’t it?” He turned to face the council once more, lifting his voice again. “Alright. We build. We plan. But we don’t sit still. We move forward. We do it the Wakandan way.”

The council gave no resistance this time. They exchanged looks, some skeptical, some hopeful. But no one spoke against him. Who knows what the young man who is to lead them. Might do if they made a sound that seemed judgmental.

When the chamber had emptied and the sun dipped low through the stained glass, casting golden light over the throne room, she remained. Her fingers traced the lines etched into the ancient walls, symbols of kings long gone. Her eyes lingered on a carving of Bast watching over a kneeling warrior.

“You stayed behind,” Erik said from behind her. His voice was quieter now. Taking in the space of how large the council room was. Despite there being people left in there.

You didn’t turn right away.“You knew I would.” You say standing at attention. Undeterred from your leader now circling you. Before you knew it Erik stepped closer, standing beside her but not touching. His arms crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed but his eyes focused only on her.

“You made me look weak today,” he said. He says gruffly staring her down at the back of her head. She turned her face toward him slowly, her expression unreadable.“I made you look like a king who listens. There’s strength in that.”

He let out a soft huff through his nose, not quite a laugh, but not anger either. All the man could do was roll his eyes. Despite him being her for less than a year he was till getting used to this. “You always been that bold?” He ask with his chin held high looking down his nose at you.“Only when it matters.” Is all (Y/N) could say to the king knowing what you are doing is right.

That made him smile. Not the smirk he wore in the council chambers, but a real one. The kind he gave only to her. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping.

“Damn. That’s why I keep you close.”She looked at him, her gaze softer now. He could only do is crooked smile knowing he got her. “You don’t keep me close, Erik. I choose to stand beside you.”

His smile faded, replaced by something more vulnerable. Something real. A large hand reached out and brushing his fingers gently against the inside of her wrist, his touch slow and intentional. It lingered. His eyes searched hers. “You ever think about what this would look like if things were different?” he asked. Pausing slightly lost in thought. “If I wasn’t king. If you weren’t duty-bound to keep me grounded.”

“I don’t hold you down,” she said quietly. Looking up into his eyes. Feeling this internal warm towards Erik.“I steady you. There’s a difference.” His eyes didn’t leave hers.

“And if I wasn’t king?” He questioned. In his mind everyone is doing everything out of fear. Which he likes but also want real people around him. (Y/N) stepped closer, her voice almost a whisper. “I think I still would’ve found you.”

His chest rose with a deep breath. He looked at her like she was the only truth he had ever trusted. “Say the word,” he said. “And I’ll stop pretending this is just business.” Her heart beat faster, but her expression stayed calm, firm. “You’re not ready to hear my answer.”

“Try me.” Erik says low looking deep into her eyes as if he could see her truth. You lifted a hand and let your fingers gently graze the edge of his jaw. The gesture was delicate but deliberate.

“When your war is over,” you say slightly above a whisper. Taking in his dark features delicately tracing his chin with your finger. Down to the top of his royal garments, knowing what markings lie beneath the fabric. You had accidentally seen them and when you were caught but the king. He sat you down an explained why he did it. “When your crown no longer weighs you down… I’ll give you more than words.”

Erik closed his eyes for a moment as if absorbing the promise. When he opened them again, he gave a crooked smile, one tinged with both affection and determination. “Then I guess I better make sure I survive this war,” he said stepping closer in your space. “So I can come back for what’s mine.”

He turned and began to walk away, his footsteps echoing softly across the stone floor. You watched him go, her arms folded lightly over her chest, her expression unreadable. “I’m not going anywhere, Erik.”You call out to him.

He didn’t look back. But he paused for a breath.

And she knew he was smiling.

[erikftglitter]

Ch 11 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

While Erik did have a time with his newly appointed girlfriend, the doctor was also quite relieved to be back at work. Being a surgeon was one of the only things that grounded Erik. Not to mention that that he is now solely responsible for Kari’s lifestyle. He’s not so sure if she’s realized that yet. The screen in front of him interrupted his thoughts.

The urine sample from Dr. Stevens’ patient pleased Erik. The poor man had a horrible urinary tract infection, which sent his kidneys into a frenzy. He could treat this and send the man to urology. This was not his area of expertise, though he was pretty sure that he could guess the diagnosis.

“Thank you Doctor.” The man’s wife offered Erik a grateful smile. She was definitely more than halfway through her pregnancy, her skin maintaining a radiant glow. The more that she talked, the more that Erik began to feel uneasy.

“We’re just happy that we’re finally getting some assistance with this. He’s been in so much pain and between the emergency room visits, and the baby-“

Erik tuned her out. He knew how to appear to be present even if he wasn’t. It had been a few weeks since he and Kari began having sex and he couldn’t ignore the fact that something didn’t add up.

Assuming Kari’s uterus is just as functional as this woman’s, she should be pregnant with his child right now.

Relax.

He wanted to. He was rarely agitated at work. He worked very hard to create his calm facade and needed to maintain it. He had no choice but to let his thoughts flow for the next few hours.

//

“Kari.” Erik called out very carefully when finally he stepped into the condo. Kari was standing in kitchen looking over a pot.

“I’m making pot roast.” She beamed. Erik would’ve been entertained if it wasn’t for the thoughts that accompanied his mind. He could hardly ignore it and he wanted to ask her when he could monitor her body language. Kari was not a good liar.

“Mhmm. When was your last period?” Erik asked, completely unfazed by Kari’s statement. He watched as Kari looked down at the pot and remained silent for a few moments.

“Last month.” She answered with a sigh. She thought that she had won when Erik didn’t mention it. She thought that he left it up to her to handle when he didn’t explicitly mention it.

“Right. Is that normal for you?” Erik asked as he walked closer. Kari’s calm demeanor could mean a couple of things to him.

“Well I’m on birth control so yeah.” Kari explained, her body started to warm up by both the burner and the gaze of the doctor. Erik could read her subtle body language very easily.

“Mhmm. And you were on birth control when I nutted in that pussy the first time?” Erik asked. His body now completely behind Kari’s, his words echoing right into her ear.

“N-no. I um got on afterwards because we didn’t t-talk about what to do about it.” Kari could barely get her words out without feeling intimidated. She felt stupid. It was her decision too. Most of her money covered the maintenance of her home and her car expenses. She wasn’t ready to bring a child into the world. Sure Erik was loaded, but she wanted to be able to contribute. Erik hadn’t even mentioned kids.

Erik’s not sure how he feels. Part of him is relieved that he didn’t create a child out of wedlock, but part of him longed for seeing Kari pregnant. How beautiful she’d be. It would be easier for Erik to deny her the ability to work ever again. Erik loved that. However, there was something confusing about this story.

“If you got on birth control afterwards, how are you not carrying my baby now Kari?” Kari almost hated when he called her that. She was almost in trouble each time that he used her name and it made her anxious.

“I took a contraceptive pill the next day.” Kari revealed gently. She felt guilty but she knew that it necessary. They were not established enough to be having a child.

“I would’ve gone to get it for you Kari. Why didn’t you ask?” Once logic touched Erik he knew that she had done the right thing. He would get her pregnant, no doubt about it, but he’d do it right.

Kari’s eyes began to fill with tears. She was very used to figuring out everything on her own. It was hard for her to understand that Erik was here for her. Erik paid for everything. The only reason why Kari still works is because she loves her job.

Erik reached over Kari and turned the burner off. He softly pushed her to the direction of the couch. He sat down first and Kari knew what to do next. This was their dynamic. Erik would lead and Kari would follow. Just as he liked it.

“What do you think this is Kitten?” Erik trailed his hands up Kari’s thighs. “You and me?” He added, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. He wasn’t always gentle but Kari required delicacy. This was definitely one of those times.

“You’re my man?” Kari practically whispered from her place in his lap.

“Right.” Erik encouraged. “And remind me, what is Kari’s job?” Erik inquired. The two had a clear understanding of what Kari was to do.

“To come to you about everything.” Kari replied. It was much easier said than done if Kari was being honest.

“Then why do you shut me out kitten?” Erik’s tone was much softer than Kari expected. The contraceptive pill was the cherry on top of Kari’s avoidant behavior. He knew that he looked like the big bad scary dom for making Kari move in so suddenly, but times like these reminded him that he was doing the right thing.

A woman like Kari wasn’t supposed to be left to figure it out alone. She worked with condescending women that longed for Kari’s freedom and she was consistently being taken advantage of. All of the administration roles were slowly being forwarded to Kari and she found herself caring more than anyone else.

While Erik was in no position to tell Kari to quit, especially when he knows that she loves her students, he really hated seeing the girl frowned up by her computer most nights. The only way he could pry her away from the technological abuse was by leaving small kisses on her neck and making her lose focus.

“That hurts me kitten.” Erik admitted after the two sat in silence. Was his feelings actually hurt? Not in the technical sense. He didn’t enjoy being left out of Kari’s world when she was all that was on his mind. He felt responsible for upholding her happiness and doing everything in his power to see the teacher smile.

“I’m working on it.” Kari whispered from his chest. He pulled this out of her. Kari wouldn’t have known that the man from the grocery store would have her like this. She’s angelic in his eyes. She could do no wrong and the intensity in which Erik spoke and behaved backed those feelings up.

“That’s all I want kitten. Don’t I deserve it?” Erik shamelessly asked. He was only half serious but he couldn’t resist the urge to immortalize the tension.

“Yes. You deserve it all.” Kari purred into his ear. The pot roast would have to wait because the way that Erik felt underneath Kari solidified that dinner was the least important part of the evening.

Erik pulled Kari’s tank top off and watched how the exposure caused her nipples to protrude. He took one of Kari’s breast in his mouth and rubbed the other, constantly encouraged from the pants leaving Kari’s mouth.

“Mhmm baby.” Kari moaned as Erik’s teeth grazed her skin.

“Baby? That’s new.” He teased. If Kari could formulate anything coherent, it was usually endless variations of “daddy.”

Kari was going to apologize but Erik was already at her mouth waiting on hers to open. The force between the kisses was creating a pool of wetness for Kari. She began to grind her hips in hopes of relieving herself from the frustration that was pooling in.

“Show me how badly you need it kitten.” He spoke in between kisses. Erik’s punishments were subtle sometimes, but he was always consistent. He would not reward Kari until she was losing her mind.

“You handle everything else without me. Show me how you gone get that nut without me. Baby.” He teased. Kari’s eyes were closed in frustration but she knew she didn’t have long.

“That’s not true.” Kari complained. She hated when he got like this, just playful and condescending. She would be embarrassed if it didn’t happen so often. She might actually break this time if he doesn’t continue touching her though.

“Don’t make me say it again Kari.” Erik warned. Kari quickly pulled her pajama shorts down, conveniently not wearing panties, which made Erik suck in a breath. This fucking girl.

Kari resumed her position on top of the doctor and slowly rolled her hips over his thigh. Realization began to enter Erik’s conscious and his hands quickly moved to her waist to encourage her pace. Kari was riding his thigh, leaving a trail of slick evidence behind every stride. She panted softly when his grip got tighter.

“So fucking nasty.” He complimented. The vulgar comments were Kari’s favorite. Something about hearing Erik speak that way while pleasuring her was enough to fuel her solo time when Erik was in surgery all day long.

“You better not cum Kari.” Erik advised once Kari’s pace became more unpredictable.

“P-please.” Kari begged, unable to ignore how good it felt to relieve herself on the older man like her life depended on it.

“Na.” Erik chuckled. He rocked Kari on his thigh when he felt her began to slow down, most likely trying to stop her high and halt herself from disobeying.

“I didn’t tell you to stop either.” Erik gritted, turned on by the glossiness in Kari’s eyes, a silent plea for mercy.

“Cum baby.” And Kari did just that. Erik’s thigh was coated in Kari’s slick desperation and this was the start of it.

“Thank you daddy.” Kari breathlessly professed. Faint memories of the orgasms she had before she met Erik entered Kari’s mind. Not one has come close to the intoxicating experience that Erik was able to create, even if he barely touched her.

//

I feel like everyone needs to see Erik being nice (somewhat) before the ball 🤭 He just wants Kari to be a stress free little housewife + thank you guys so much for your kind words & encouragement!! I’m back on demon modeeee ah (meg voice)

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