#erik stevens x curvy!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.

There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.

There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.

Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.

And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.

But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.

You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.

All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.

During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.

Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.

He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.

Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.

Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.

The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.

It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.

So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.

You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.

A half a year from then and here you were.

With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.

What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”

So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.

Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.

As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.

You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.

Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.

Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.

Until now that is.

You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.

Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.

You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.

But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.

Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.

You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.

You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.

“You shaking all that for me?”

You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.

He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.

You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.

“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.

You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.

“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”

You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.

“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”

Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”

“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.

“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”

He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.

“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”

Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.

“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.

What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.

“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”

You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.

You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.

You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.

You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.

He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”

You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.

“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”

He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.

“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[anime-kia]

My Boyfriend’s Best Friend

This chapter contains cheating, very mature smut and swearing. (P.S. This story was inspired by a post I saw on Instagram and the comments under it gave me the idea to write this loool.)

Relationship: BBF Erik x Cheating Reader

Tyler was your boyfriend of six months. You both met during second year of university in a literature class with the world's most boring teacher, Mr. Winters. The day you first started talking was during a two hour lecture about Shakespeare, yuck.

Your head was resting in your palms as the monotone voice of the teacher flowed through the room.

Shakespeare sucks... You thought you said in your head, but not until the person beside you responded.

"Deadass, I'm tired of hearing about this bullshit." A male voice whispered to you.

Your head raises out of your palms and turns to be met with a light skinned male. He had hazel eyes, curly brown hair with a fade, full pink lips and perfect teeth. His attire consisted of a gold chain, black jeans, a white t-shirt and black Jordans.

Your cheeks heated up, "Oh damn, I thought I said that in my head."

"It was loud and clear. I think the teacher heard you too."

You gasped, "Shit, was I really that loud?"

"Nah, I'm just playing." He grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm Tyler by the way." He stuck his hand out for you to shake it.

"(Y/n)." You placed your hand into his.

From that day forth, your friendship with Tyler blossomed. You both would grab drinks from the campus cafe, learning more about what each other was interested in, your personal lives and what you were going to do after graduating. Then, it turned into studying sessions or casual hangouts. Eventually, he built up the courage and asked you out on a few dates. Sometimes to a party or to a game to cheer on your school team. It didn't take long for both of you to realize that your feelings were mutual. Just before the end of second year, Tyler asked you to be his girlfriend, which you gladly accepted.

You loved everything about Tyler, everything but his choice of friends. Especially his best friend, Erik Stevens. You hated that nigga so much, he always knew how to rile you up and get on your last nerve. But what could you do about it? Tyler and Erik have been best friends since the third grade, there was no separating them. Never.

Erik was very different from Tyler. Tyler had manners, he was respectful, and cared about other people and not just himself. Erik on the other hand was a selfish, rude, blunt, narcissist. To hell with everyone else!

How did he treat women? Like toys. You've been to his house more times than you would like to admit because of Tyler, and you've watched the multiples of women enter and exit his house all in one day. It was atrocious to you.

Erik loved to get you mad, to see how far he could push you, and boy could he ever.

Tyler invited you out to eat at a sushi restaurant. But when you got to the restaurant you didn't expect to see Erik, who was macking on your cousin, and you weren't too fond of her.

Serena Cumberland... A very curvy brown skinned girl. She always wore her lace fronts in a half up, half down style, nails always done in a coffin shape (Which were way too long for your taste), and she was never seen without her clear lip gloss, diva lashes and eyeliner. Her outfits ranged from Adidas tracksuits and name brand sneakers to skin tight body con dresses and the high heels.

It's not her style you didn't like, it was her personality. She was an attention seeking bitch and she was rude as hell to you. But of course, you didn't let her stank personality affect you.

Erik knew damn well you and her didn't like each other, that's exactly why he brought her over.

"Babe, what the fuck are they doing here?" You deadpanned, eyes locked onto Erik and that broad.

"Erik just finished his finals so I invited him as a congratulations." He rubbed your shoulder.

"Ugh, then he brought her." You rolled your eyes as Erik winked at you in the distance.

"She's your cousin."

"Fuck no, she's the devil's incarnation."

He chuckled as you both walked towards Erik and Serena. "Yo." He and Erik bumped knuckles. "Wassup, Serena?"

"Hey." She responded with a mischievous tone, still eyeing you.

"Can I help you, whore?" You bluntly asked.

"That's how you talk to your cousin?" She moved her hands onto her hips.

"Aye bruh, don't start that shit right now." Erik interrupted.

"Nigga, you're the one who started it." Clearly they threw off your entire day.

"How?"

"Inviting this trick when you know good and well we don't like each other."

"Ah shit, Ree, you never told me." He lied.

"Fuck y'all." You rolled your eyes as the host came to take you to your table.

"You better calm the fuck down before I drag you and your stale weave." Serena took a step closer to you, but both men stepped in between before anything could happen.

"Aight, calm down." Tyler pulled you closer to him and Erik wrapped his arm around Serena's shoulder. "Sorry, table for four." He said to the host, who looked uncomfortable.

At the table, Erik and Serena were whispering to each other and making each other laugh. You eyed them suspiciously and they did the same.

"Can y'all stop looking at me, you're ruining my appetite."

"You're the one eyeing us down." Serena retaliated.

"Cuz y'all are fucking looking at me and laughing." You raised your voice a little, "Care to share what is so damn funny?"

They briefly look at each other and chuckle. Erik spoke up.

"We were just saying you probably feel at home in this place."

"Why? Oh do enlighten me." You sarcastically inquire.

"Cuz it's fishy, just like your pu-" He continued.

"Bro, shut up." Tyler threw a crumpled napkin at Erik.

"Aight bro, defend your girl. But you know she stank."

Before you could speak, Tyler interjected again, "Actually, she smells and tastes like roses."

If your eyes weren't on Erik, you would've missed when his eyebrows slightly rose, revealing a slightly shocked expression on his face.

You blushed at his comment.

"Whatever, man."

The table was silent for a while, but it didn't last. Erik couldn't get enough of your reactions when he disturbed the peace. Your group almost got kicked out of the restaurant for causing such a ruckus. If Erik and your cousin weren't there, it would've been a lovely date. At one point, Erik said something insulting about your teeth causing you to throw your last California roll at his expensive white shirt, leaving a stain. If it weren't for your boyfriend or all the people around, he probably would've choked you out right there. But he deserved it.

Serena was about to splash water on you, but her phone was in your hand, hovering over a fish tank.

"Do it. I dare you, bitch."

She set the glass down and you set her phone down, aggressively.

Tyler was tired of you all by the end of the night. He was ready to end the date, so he called up the waiter to bring the bill.

"I'm paying, no objections." He said in a tired voice.

Hey, no one was complaining, you all were happy that you didn't have to spend a cent that night.

You sometimes wondered why he stayed with you. You didn't get along with his best friend at all. You both were arguing twenty-four seven.

On the way back, Tyler dropped you off at your place. Erik took Serena to his home, obviously. Your mind never wandered onto what he would be doing with your cousin that night, you were too fed up with the both of them to even let their names appear in your head.

A few months later, Tyler and you were chilling at Erik's place.

Why were you there exactly? Because you had nothing better to do. Plus, Erik was being less annoying... Sort of.

He didn't exactly stop making rude remarks to you, they just didn't come as often as they usually would.

The three of you were watching a throwback movie, Friday. To be exact, the guys were really watching it, you were on your phone scrolling through Instagram.

Suddenly, Tyler's phone vibrated and lit up. He paused the movie and answered the phone.

"Hello? Yeah, what's up? ...What? ...No. Slow down, I can barely understand what you're saying." Erik and you stared at Tyler with worry on your faces. "...Okay chill man, you got me scared for a moment. What? ...Mama wants me there right away? ...Bro I'm out with my girl." He kissed his teeth, "Aight, tell her I'll be there in twenty minutes. Cool." He sighed, putting his phone in his pocket.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"My sister just gave birth."

"Oh that's exciting!"

"Hell naw, that's her fourth. And she produces some badass kids."

Erik chuckled, "I will always remember when that lil nigga, CJ slapped you. That shit was funny as hell, bruh."

"And it hurt like a fuckin' bitch." Tyler frowned. "Anyway, I gotta run before my mama whoops my ass." He said putting on his grey Roshes.

You started to get up, but Tyler kissed your cheek and headed towards the door. "I'm not coming?" You questioned him.

"Nah, immediate family event. They said they don't want anyone else there. You'll be aight with Erik, right?"

You exaggerated a sigh and said, "I guess."

"Cool, I'll be back soon."

"Later." Erik waved.

"Bye." You grumbled, watching the door close.

"Yo-" Erik started, but you cut him off right away.

"Please. Don't talk to me. I'm leaving soon."

"Shit, I wasn't kicking you out."

"I know."

"You're boring anyway."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah."

"N- Didn't I just say don't talk to me. If you don't wanna argue, leave me alone."

"Who the fuck said you can make all these rules in my house?"

"No one, I'm trying to avoid conflict, dumb ass."

He kissed his teeth, "You better watch who you're talking to, girl."

"Whatever." Your eyes went back onto your phone.

Erik picked up his phone and dialled a number.

"Wassup, girl." He said seductively. "You trynna come through? ...Yeah, I'm bored... It's just me and my friend's girl... Nah, he abandoned her to fuck another bitch." He was staring at you with a wicked smirk plastered across his face.

That set you off, you put your phone down and reached over him, trying to grab his phone. He got off the sofa, keeping you away with one hand. Damn was he strong.

"You fucking asshole!" You screamed.

"Yeah that's her crazy ass... Nah, she hitting me... I would, but Tyler would get mad."

"What the fuck is that whore saying?!" You were still trying to grab his phone.

He laughed, "She called you a whore... Imma kick her out before you get here, don't worry."

You gave up after a while and he finally ended the call. You adjusted your yellow ribbed sundress as it rose up and sat back down.

"Damn girl, you can't take a joke."

"That wasn't funny."

"What, you don't trust Tyler?"

"Of course I fucking trust Tyler, bitch."

"Your mouth is dirtier than the public bathrooms."

"And your dick is probably dirtier than the subway floors."

"I'm clean, fuck you talking about?"

"All these bitches you be having sex with? I'm sure you got a hundred STD's manifesting in your body right now."

"I only had sex with one girl, who was a virgin, and that was back in high school. Plus, I only receive head, that's it."

At first you were quite surprised that he admitted that, but his ego was too big for that to be true. "Liar."

"I ain't lying."

"You lie all the fucking time."

"Now you lying, I joke around, but I'm very honest."

You scoffed.

He un-paused the movie and you went back to scrolling through Instagram.

Every time your body shifted, your dress would slightly ride up, and it didn't go unnoticed. Erik was staring at your legs the whole time. The way your arms were positioned caused your breasts to press together giving Erik and even nicer view of your cleavage, but with the lights off you couldn't tell that he was eyeing you down.

Truthfully, Erik was jealous of Tyler. He was the one to spot you first, since first year of university. Erik had family issues that no one investigated, and due to this he was always an aggressive, and secretive person. Thanks to Tyler, Erik slowly came out of his shell. Not to say that it made him any nicer than he was before... Erik was still Erik.

First year, you never acknowledged him, even though he sat two rows behind you. He remembered the moment when he first told Tyler about you. He described you as, "The baddest girl he's ever seen. Pretty eyes, lush lips, and gorgeous hair."

When he found out that the girl he had eyes for was dating his best friend, Erik burned with anger. But being too prideful, Erik never let anyone know of his jealousy. Especially not his best friend.

You sighed heavily, turning your head to see Erik staring. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Then stop staring at me."

"You can't appreciate attention?"

"I wasn't asking for any."

"That dress says otherwise." He joked.

You looked down and noticed that your dress was a few centimetres away from exposing your ass. "Pervert. Ugh, I swear all guys do is think with their dicks."

"We can do more than just think with them."

"Like what?" You sharply asked, while rolling your eyes.

"Well I can't speak for other guys, but I know this dick can rearrange your guts."

You were surprised that he said that, but quickly retaliated. "Please, ya dick probably the same size as my pinky."

"You wanna find out?"

"Wha- No, I don't need to, I can tell. Niggas like you always have small dicks. Big talk, small junk."

He gave you a hearty laugh, showing off his grills. "Baby, you know I mean what I say... Shit, you couldn't handle it anyway."

"Of course I could," You almost forgot that you had a boyfriend, "...I'm just choosing not to."

Somewhere in between your words, Erik got up and sat next to you. His large hand carassed your thigh carefully.

"What are you doing?" You pushed his hand off of you.

"Come on, I know why you're so miserable."

"But I'm not."

"Oh sure," His head moved closer to your neck, "Ty ain't satisfying you."

His words sent chills down your spine, causing you to push his head away from your neck. "Y-yes he is."

"You're not a girl he can handle. You're wild, a free spirit. You like a challenge... Someone who can dominate you." He was reading you like a book.

You had nothing to say because quite frankly, he was right.

Tyler hasn't been pleasing you lately. He let's you win your arguments all of the time, you get to chose all of the places to eat, and if he gets to go out with the boys or not... You were kind of controlling, honestly. But it wasn't intentional. You just had a strong personality, and Tyler wasn't challenging enough. Erik on the other hand had dominance that radiated off of his brown skin. He was no push over. You weren't either. Your personalities clashed, but they worked on the contrary.

"You been feeling empty. Literally..." He was staring deep into your eyes, "The only reason you come around me is to get that fill that Tyler can't give you. He's too soft for you." A smirk was growing on his face. "I've figured you out, (y/n)..."

You remained silent, reflecting on his words... Damn, was he right. It's not that you hated him, he just gave you a thrill, a challenge. He didn't let you win, ever.

While you were lost in your thoughts, and his deep brown eyes, his hand trailed up your thigh once again. "Let me fill that emptiness." He whispered in your ear, "Let me give you what you want." He kissed you on the neck.

"S-stop, Tyler is your best friend."

"And friends help friends." His mouth gingerly moved across your neck, his beard tickling you.

This is wrong... Right?

"Stop thinking, just enjoy."

He got you right where he wanted you; confused and vulnerable.

Soon your body was pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His hands moved from your waist, down to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head.

He stared at your chest, and the way your bra held up your breasts perfectly. He was ready to unwrap his gift, but this gift wasn't his.

His hand moved to the clasps of your black Bombshell push-up bra, separating each hook from the loop. And just like that, your bra slid down, revealing your chest to him.

This is wrong... It has to be...

You were in a state of disarray, not knowing whether to get up and leave, cover up, or to continue.

Erik's hands moved to your breasts, cupping each one while massaging the nipples with his thumb. You let out a gentle sigh. His hands felt magical...

"Wow, this is what Tyler's been keeping all to himself. Greedy nigga." Erik chuckled. "I bet he can't do you like this."

He put you on your back and kissed your chest, moving towards a nipple. His tongue carefully moved over your buds, eliciting a moan from you.

"You like that, huh?" You responded with a slight nod as he went back to your chest, switching to pleasure the other.

Erik moved his head back up and kissed you, his tongue dominated yours. It was slow and passionate, with a hint of force. His thick lips felt so nice against yours. Sometimes he would bite your bottom lip, causing you to moan or you would bite his, causing him to grunt. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you wanting more. You were breathing hard. Tyler never kissed you like that before.

Erik's lips traveled down your body, from your neck, to the middle of your chest and all the way down to your pelvis. His moved a finger towards your panties, rubbing your lower half.

"Damn girl, all I did was kiss you a little bit." He referenced to the wetness growing in between your legs. The more he rubbed you there, the more wet you got. "I might not even have to eat you out." He smirked, and started pulling off his sweats, a large erection visible.

"W-wait." You finally spoke for the first time. He raised an eyebrow, "You can't leave me hanging."

"So tell me what you want then."

"You know what I want."

"I don't know if you don't tell me."

You sighed heavily, "I want you to eat me out, please."

"...Because you said please." He pulled off your soaked lace thong, and kissed your thigh before going to work.

The second you felt his tongue touch your clit, your body jolted and your thighs closed, squeezing his head.

"Keep ya legs wide open." He demanded in a serious tone, his hands pressing them wide, just in case you crushed his head again.

This time, he started away from your clit, carefully tonguing you.

"Mmmh." You bit your bottom lip.

His swirled his tongue over your clit, flicking at the bud. One of your hands gripped onto a pillow, the other in his dreads. Your breathing increased, and your cries and moans became louder.

"O-oohhh, mmmhhh."

Tyler was the last person on your mind now...

The sound of Erik's tongue against your flower turned you on even more, he was enjoying the taste of you as well.

Ty was not lying, roses are an understatement... He thought to himself.

Erik got harder every second thinking about how he was gonna fuck you. Your moans from him just eating you out was getting him even more excited. He decided to spice things up and added one finger into your core. The feeling of his thick finger made your hips rock forward, closer to his face. Erik decided you were more than wet enough for another finger to be added into you and so he did.

"Ahhh!" You cried out.

His tongue was assaulting your clit, and his fingers aggressively moved in and out of you. You were seeing stars due to the immense amount of pleasure Erik was giving you. It was almost too much, you tried your hardest to close your thighs, but Erik would not allow it. Instead he pulled you closer, and ate you out even more.

"E-Erik, I-I'm gonna cum." Your eyes watered. But as soon as you said that, he pulled away, leaving you unsatisfied and bothered. "W-what the fuck?" You whined.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not done yet." He slipped off his shirt, followed by his boxers. You stared in awe as his penis sprung free. It made you wonder how he was able to wear tight jeans and hide that monster so well.

He held it in his hand, rubbing the tip.

How big is it? You wondered.

"'Bout nine inches." He said, catching you off guard.

Dammit, you said that out loud...

He did his signature grin, "You still think you can handle this little dick?" He asked.

"Y-yeah." You lied. You knew good and well that he was gonna tear up your walls.

"Aight, we'll see about that."

"Bet." Your pride was huge, and it was about to get you in trouble.

"Get on your knees and suck it." He said moving closer to you.

You obeyed his command, taking his length into your palm and stroked it. It was thick, long and had a lot more girth than you were expecting.

"No more playtime, put it in your mouth." And slowly, his dominant side was starting to come out.

You took his shaft and wrapped your lips around it. You bobbed your head back and forth, unable to fit it all in your mouth. It was just too big! The part that you couldn't fit in your mouth was substituted by your hand.

He enjoyed the view of your head moving back and forth against him, but he felt as if you weren't trying to fit it all in. As you continued to bob, you felt his hand push your head closer, causing you to gag as it hit the back of your throat. You pulled away quickly, while coughing.

"D-don't do that! I coulda died, man."

"You leaving half my shit untouched, I know you can fit more than 4.5 inches in that big ass mouth of yours."

"Shut up, Stevens." You rolled your eyes.

"Aight, no more talking. Get back to sucking."

This time, you tried to move your head as close as possible without choking. The more you got, the more grunts you earned from him.

"Oh, shit." He whispered, huskily.

His foot was tapping against the hardwood floor vigorously. You assumed he was close so you sucked even harder, swirling your tongue around the shaft in different patterns.

Just before he released, he pulled you up and carried you into his bedroom, dropping you onto his bed.

"Now let's see if you're ready for this dick." He got between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder. He rubbed the tip of his penis against your clit. "Ready or not..." He whispered and steadily moved into your core.

"Uhh- ahh." You tried shifting under him, but he was holding you down. As he advanced inside you, your body involuntarily squirmed. You screamed as he continued to probe you. It was huge!

Your walls stretched like they never have before, the pain and pressure made tears form in the corners of your eyes. "Fuck!" You screamed out. "Ohhhhh. Damn."

He moved back and pushed down again.

"NNnnghhh!"

He bit his lip, holding back a moan that was threatening to escape his mouth. "S-shit. You tight as fuck."

"Ohhhh, fuck!"

He gently rocked his hips, "This is what you want? Someone to dominate you like this."

You tried locking your legs, but with him between them it was never gonna happen.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you." His voice was demanding and sharp, scary almost.

"Y-yes. Nnngh."

Despite you not adjusting completely, he picked up the pace, thrusting slightly faster. He gripped one of your breasts, leaving the other one to bounce freely.

You closed your eyes as he pushed in and out of you.

"Nah, you gon' look at me when I'm fucking you." He lifted the other leg over his shoulder and moved deeper into your core, staring directly into your eyes.

He loved to see you so vulnerable. The way his dick make you go crazy drove him wild.

"Now tell me, who's pussy is this?"

You bit your lip, "Y-yours." You felt terrible for saying that, but Tyler never made you feel so good to the point where tears were falling from your eyes. There's no way in hell he only fucked one girl a few years ago. He was too good.

"What? I can't hear you."

"Yours, baby!"

"Louder!"

"YOURS, MMHH!"

"That's right, good girl." His strokes became even harder, and deeper, hitting you in all the right places.

"MMmmhh, fuck! Ohhhh." You wailed. You felt close to your release. "I'm gonna cum."

"Nah, not yet." He turned you on your side, lifting your left leg up, fucking you sideways.

The way you were exposed didn't help the fact that you wanted to release right at that instant. Your bodies moved in perfect sync. The wet sounds of your sexes, and the aroma filled the room. The fact that you were getting fucked by your boyfriend's best friend, a guy who you hated, made you even hornier for whatever sinful reason.

Erik's grunts were becoming a lot more noticeable, and his release was near.

He pulled out and flipped you on all fours. You were exhausted at this point, your core felt knotted and was aching. He pushed back in thrusting at an ridiculous pace. Your bum slammed against him, causing a loud clapping sound each time. He slapped your ass a few times, hard enough to leave a mark. It hurt, but felt damn good.

Your fingers gripped his bedsheets, "I wa-nna cu-um." You practically begged at this point, feeling unable to hold it any longer.

"Ngh, n-not yet." He struggled to say.

You slumped onto your forearms, thinking that Erik was almost done ruining your hole, but he wasn't. You were desperate to release, so you placed your fingers at your clit, but Erik moved your hand away.

"Don't try that. You only taking this dick, nothing else."

Suddenly, Erik's phone started to ring.

"Ah shit, it's Tyler." He sighed.

"W-what do we do?" You asked nervously.

"Imma answer it." Erik replied, still pumping into you.

"B-but-"

"Just keep your voice down." He answered the phone.

How the hell was he expecting you to do that?

"Yo." He said it as if he was just chilling on the sofa. "...Nah she still on her phone... The movie's almost done." He slowed his pace.

You were bitting your lip, trying not to make a sound.

"...Oh, uh. Hold on." Erik put the phone by your ear. "Talk to him."

Regret and conflict disturbed your mind, coursing through your veins and to your heart.

"H-hello?" Your word almost came out as moan.

"Hey baby, how are things?"

It wasn't until you heard his voice to realize that you actually were cheating on him.

"G-good, mh."

"Y'all ain't fighting?"

"NoOOoo, not at the moment."

"You good? You sound constipated."

Erik thrusted really hard into you, "AH!"

"Baby?" Concern was evident in Tyler's voice.

You looked back at Erik and mouth to him, "Stop." But of course he didn't, he just slowed down a bit.

"Y-yeah I'm fine, the movie just had a jump scare."

"A jump scare in Friday?" He questioned you.

"Yeah. Anyway, how is your sister and the baby?" You knew that prolonging the conversation was a bad idea, but you didn't want him knowing why you were making all those sounds.

"They good, both sleeping right now."

Tyler continued talking, but you weren't listening. Erik was penetrating you, temporarily disabling you from speaking.

"(Y/n)? Yo, you there?" He called from the other line.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's aig-"

"Aight gimmie my phone, running up my damn bill." Erik loudly interrupted. "Talk to her later bruh, she catching an attitude cuz I took my phone back... Aight, later." And Erik hung up, flinging his phone to the side. "No more distractions."

He fucked you harder and deeper to make up for lost time.

"S-shit, slow down." You whined.

But he didn't listen, all you could do was moan his name, and beg for a release.

"P-please, Erik."

"Nah, you can wait." He slapped your ass and gripped it, bouncing you harder.

You tried crawling away as it was becoming too much to handle, but he pulled you back with ease.

"Don't run mama, you can handle it."

"N-no, pl-please. Mmmh, please let me cum." You begged.

"Almost." He continued to thrust into you.

Your legs were shaking, and your knuckles changing colour from the death grip you had on the bed.

"Remind me, who owns this pussy?"

"Y-you, daddy! Ohhhhh!"

"That's right..." He grunted, "Now cum all over this dick."

And as soon as he allowed you to, you did exactly what you were instructed to do. Somewhere in the mix of your euphoric release, you could feel him pull out and a band of his semen spilled onto your back.

You, out of breath, collapsed onto his mattress, trying your best to steady your breathing. That was the best sex you've ever had. Just before Erik got up, he kissed your shoulder, slapping your ass. You, however, were too worn out to be bothered.

Moments later, Erik came out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and he found you asleep. Tears stained your face, but he thought nothing of it. He used a damp towel to clean your body, then changed into basketball shorts and a wife beater.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"Shit." He whispered, rubbing his temple. He went to the front door and answered it. There stood the girl he was talking to earlier, in nothing but a silk robe and lacy lingerie.

"I'm ready." Her voice, seductive as ever.

For once in his life, Erik didn't know what to say. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear when you walked up behind him in nothing but an oversized shirt. His oversized shirt to be exact.

The lady's eyes trailed onto you, with distaste and disgust. Then they went back onto Erik.

"What the fuck?!" She screamed, "You already-?"

"Yup." He bluntly replied.

You were still muddled, trying to figure out what actually happened.

"You asshole! How da-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Erik slammed the door in her face.

"You seriously invited another girl over?" Your voice was a groggy mess.

"That was the chick on the phone."

"You're ridiculous." You say returning to the sofa with an awkward walk. He really ruined you.

Erik received a text from Tyler, and it wasn't until then he started to feel a little uneasy.

"Aye, Tyler said he'll pick you up in the morning."

"Okay." You curled up into a ball.

"You can sleep on my bed."

"I'd rather not."

"If you think I'm gonna try something, I'm not. You can barely walk."

You didn't respond.

"At least take a shower."

You sighed as he assisted you to the shower.

"I'll be outside, call me if you need anything."

You stepped in and let the hot water hit your skin. Your mind was clouded, you felt terrible for doing what you did, but it felt so good. Too good to be true.

You ended up sleeping on Erik's bed and he slept in the living room.

The next morning, Tyler came and picked you up.

"Did you guys get along?" He asked.

"Yeah, very well." Erik slyly commented.

You nodded your head without a word.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Erik winked at you and mouthed the words, "Till next time," as you and Tyler left his apartment.

Woo!!! Okay this story took too long (almost three days). I'll edit this tomorrow probably, it's 1 am and I'm hella sleepy (plus school tomorrow ofc) Also, this is officially my longest chapter ever! (5558 words) By the way, I do not condone cheating, I was just inspired to write this story. Cheating is never the answer!

Thanks for reading! :)

(Start/Finish: April 30-May 3, 2018)

[eye-raq]

Stop it girl

Erik X Black Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, regular shit.

Summary: Erik was tired, laying out on the floor of him and his girls shared bedroom while scrolling through his phone.

“You want me to buy you a new tapestry? I saw one the other day when I was out buying some new Jordan 1s”

Erik walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of milk, double stuffed oreos floating on the top. He had his dreads braided back fresh; his home girl had her own natural hair shop and cleaned him up nice with a fresh retwist and a tappered fade. He had on grey sweats that hung loose on his hips, and no shirt.

“What did it look like? You know I’m picky.” His girl, Blessing, was into anything bohemian with soft grunge. She had her hair in long thick dreads, soft curly baby hairs, thick lips, and a cute plump body, her chest and ass too thick for anything she wore and her cute muffin top didnt help either. She was squishy and adorable and sexy and Erik loved every roll and dip of her honey covered body. She was feisty too, and when she wanted something she didn’t hesitate.

“It has some type of galaxy shit going on, idk. Purples and pinks and blacks with these little ass twinkly stars, looked like Uranus or Saturn in the background, had a quote at the bottom of it in cursive.” He put his bowl on her nightstand before lowering to the floor with her, laying on his side before grabbing the bowl again. He stuck his index finger in the bowl, dipping the Oreos further. She was busy making waist beads, one nestled around her curvy waist digging into her love handles.

“You should have picked it up you know I love anything with galaxy shit in it.” He kissed his teeth, eyes trying to focus on the classic movie she popped in her VCR, “I cant believe you still have one of these bitches, it just got a little dust too, and it’s still functional.” His eyes lowered a fraction, sleep trying to creep up on him. That was his own fault too, staying up all hours of the night.

“It’s called taking care of shit of sentimental value instead of letting it waste away.” She spoke out, just finishing up her blue and purple one she was making for a friend her fingers were getting numb now deciding to finish later, and join Erik in watching the movie. She pushed everything to the side, crawling over to lay her head in his crotch area. Her cute chubby feet with toes painted a hot pink wiggled near his bowl. He scrunched his face, playfully swatting at her feet, “if you don’t get those fat ass feet away from me girl, looking like honey buns.” She swatted at his ass causing him to grip her wrist, “yo what I tell you about slapping my ass?”

She rolled her eyes, “and what I tell you about talking about my feet? Just for that you owe me a foot massage after work tomorrow.” Erik shook his head popping a moist Oreo in his mouth, “and what you giving me?” He tried to speak between chewing. She paused, mind in wonder, hands resting on her belly. Erik just eyed her fame, mouth watering from just the look of her thick short ass bunched up on him.

“I’ll think about it.” They both turned back to the TV, monsters ball playing and that one delicious scene almost approaching. She stole an Oreo from his bowl causing him to wine like a baby. “Ask first baby that’s all I ask okay? I spent money on these Oreos.” She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, “Erik bye.”

“I’m being forreal. Everything I have don’t belong to you, girl.”

“I have about five of your hoodies in my closet right now, E. I take what the fuck I want when I want.”

Erik did a double take, dropping his Oreo back in the bowl and causing milk to splash on her legs. Growling, Blessing wipes at her legs aggressively.

“Chill out! You getting milk on me!”

Erik playfully bites into her leg, “You got five of my hoodies? Where they at?” Erik gets up from the floor, walking over to her messy closet with jeans sling over the rail and shirts hanging off the hangers. Sliding through her clothes, Erik finds all five of his favorite hoodies freshly washed and wrinkle free.

“My all black exclusive lost tribe hoodie?! You serious? I thought I lost this shit and your chubby face ass had it the whole time?!”

“Shut the fuck up with your odd shaped head! You knew I had it don’t play dumb,” Bored, Blessing decides to continue making her waist beads.

“I should throw you over my fucking knee, babygirl. You agree with that?” As mad as Erik was he decided to leave the hoodies there because they were neat and unbothered.

“Stupid ass,” he teased.

“Shut up. You’re the stupid one.”

As soon as Erik made himself comfortable on the floor, Blessing started poking him in his dimpled cheek, twisting her finger. Erik swatted her hand away every single time, finally kissing his teeth and grabbing her finger with force.

“Stop it, girl.” He shoves her hand away, causing her to laugh. This only made Blessing want to continue. She takes her chubby feet and plants them on his shoulder, wiggling her toes obnoxiously in his face. His eyes focused forward but she could see the way his jaw looked like it was going to snap from how hard he clenched it.

“You get so mad for what? I can’t mess with you but you can mess with me?”

“It’s because I’m Daddy and you do what I say.” Grabbing her foot, Erik begins to tickle her feet, that annoying screech she always made loud. Blessing yanks her legs back so bad that she kicked Erik in the head, pausing with a shocked look and a hand over her mouth. Nothing was said but the anger on his face and the reddened spot on his cheek made her laugh so hard her lungs hurt. Even through her teary eyes she could see his rage.

“Nigga, you look like you about to burn my fucking room down!” She shook her head repeatedly, “I’m so fucking humored right now; tickled.”

“Hehehe hahaha shut the fuck up.” That was his come back and it clearly went on death ears because she kept on laughing and hollering.

“Big nigga why you always mad? Chill the fuck out,” Shaking her dreads, Blessing went back to doing her waist beads.

Erik got up from the floor, seating himself on her bed to feel more comfortable. She thought he was being a sour puss but he actually had another plan. Grabbing one of her plush throw pillows, Erik wracked her on the side of her face so hard her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in ugly surprise. His laugh was the golden one, clutching his stomach and stomping his leg.

“Bro you should have seen your face! Looking like,” Erik mimicked her look before bursting into laughter again, “you mad ugly.”

She could still feel the sting like carpet burn on her left cheek. Blowing out hot air through her chubby cheeks, Blessing turned completely away from him.

“You got my fucking eye burning and my face all hot! I kicked you by accident dummy.”

“You want me to kiss it big head?” Erik tossed the pillow back in place.

“I don’t want your stinky ass lips on me ugh,” Blessing shoves his face away.

“Wasn’t saying that shit earlier when I was kissing all on you in the car,” he grabbed her by her dreads, gaining power. She fought through enjoying the force he applied by keeping a straight unbothered face.

“Stop it, girl. Stop acting like you don’t want me yanking you up and shit,” Erik kisses her temple, soothing the burn from the pillow hit. He started swinging her from side to side, humming no guidance in her ear that made her wiggle. He couldn’t sing for shit but she loved it when he sung this new song to her.

🎶 I don’t wanna play no games, play no games, 🎶

“Don’t say that last part because you know it ain’t happening,” Blessing stopped him mid song with a bitchy tone, “You don’t plan on making me Blessing Stevens I’m still gonna be Blessing Jones.”

“Forreal, B? You know I plan on making you my number one forever. Remember that time at red lobster when I fake proposed to get free cake? I can do it again but with a big ass rock.”

She smiles despite her salty attitude, “keep talking, Zaddy.”

“Nah, don’t pull that shit now,” Erik let her go, “you fucked up Blessing.”

“How?!” She pouted, “You mad at me now?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

Blessing groaned, folding her arms, “fight me.”

“Which means come fuck me.” Erik corrected.

“Shut the FUCK up.” Blessing rolled her eyes.

“Which means come eat this pussy.” Erik bit his lip to fight a smile.

“You ain’t cute. Leave me alone.”

“So basically I’m fine as fuck and you want my attention?”

“Ugh!!!! I hate you!” Blessing turned to him, ready to hit Erik upside his head but he caught her hand just in time.

“I love you too, Baby girl,” Erik gripped her chin, “you know you a bomb ass girlfriend? All that crybaby shit and getting mad only makes me want you more.” Erik gripped her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You can be mad at me all you want but your ass isn’t going anywhere. You’re mine.”

“Says who? I got options.” Blessing fucked up with saying that to him.

“The fuck?” Like flipping a light switch Erik’s aggressive nature surfaced again to make her weak. Taking his hand, he wrapped around her neck with one hand and his mouth dangerously close to her hear.

“The fuck You talking to?”

“Daddy, not you,” she rolled her eyes into her head to fake annoyance. Erik just stared at her with his hard ass eyes making her squirm.

“What you looking at?” Blessing asks with a slight roll of her neck. He just licked his lips, looking her up and down.

“What, I cant stare?” He just grabbed her up and said, “man, come here.” She followed him like she just wasn’t mad at him a few seconds ago.

“Tomorrow ima fuck the shit out of you cuz you been acting crazy lately.” Erik rested his head on the side of her face.

“Why not tonight?” Blessing was wet and horny now she needed some dick, some fucking love, her hard headed ass boyfriend.

“I’m tired, B.” His eyes did speak that into existence when she turned to look at him. She admired his handsome face even though his eyes were focused ahead and ready to close.

“...damn, yo ex dumb as fuck.” She stated, causing Erik to chuckle. Blessing turns back around, pushing her booty into Erik’s crotch. He gripped her hip to stop her but she just kept on going, rolling her hips like she spelling out coconut. Erik lets out a frustrated sigh at his dick disobeying him.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just playing.”

“This is blasphemous,” Erik spoke in a fake surprising tone, “you’re molesting me with your phat ass.”

“Shut up you know you want me to sit this assssss on you,” Blessing spoke in a melodic tone.

“Blessing, don’t start this shit. I still got a fucking cramp in my neck from eating the pussy for an hour straight, my abs still burn from doing push ups in the pussy-“

“I don’t wanna hear that shit you got more stamina than a damn horse.”

“You don’t listen to shit!” Erik yelled in her ear, flipping her over on her back. He pinned her to the mattress, face all scrunched up.

“What, Erik? I told you i got options if you don’t give me what I want,” fighting a laugh at his frustration and anger, Blessing purposely moves her hips beneath him to force him into having wild sex.

“...Bruh im a fuck you up...you acting up...what’s your fucking problem? You need some dick? You need a hug? You need your pussy ate? You need kisses? Like tell me something.”

“You finish telling me to stop now?” She questioned while looking at him a hint in her eyes as to why she’s been acting up.

“You not getting no dick with that attitude then,” he lifted off of her, laying on the other side of the bed closest to the window.

“First of all, I’m sorry.” Her entire mood changed. She decided to act innocent even though she thought about riding the fuck out of him in that moment.

“Aight, So we good?” She chanced a look at him even though she knew that wouldn’t be successful. Erik just stared at her calmly, waiting for her response.

“Yes. We’re good. No more playing.” Blessing blinked up at Erik innocently.

“So that mean you ready to get your pussy ate again?” Erik sat up, taking his hands to pull down her bottoms. Laying flat on the bed, Blessing lifts her hips to help Erik out as he slid the right fabric from her round booty. Tossing it to the side, Erik went flat on his stomach, arms wrapped around her thighs to pull her close. Blessing shielded her face like always whenever Erik kisses her gently on her inner thighs. It was torture.

“Talking about YoU NEeD To Fix YOUrr AtiTude, first of all, nigga...eat it out of me.” Blessing couldn’t help herself. Erik slapped her inner thigh to calm her ass down but that also made her laugh. She was silly.

“Stop, B,” without a warning Erik started eating her pussy. Blessing locked up around him, doing that thing with her hands where she held him in place but at the same time pushed him off of her.

After Erik successfully shut her up and had her moaning, he laughs, looking up at her weak expression and says, “You good?”

Blessing couldn’t even respond to that smart ass remark because Erik’s mouth was back on her pussy like it never left.

“What happened to that attitude? All that make me shit? Like it ain’t shit. Like I won’t eat the fuck out your soul and fuck the attitude out your soul and never give that shit back?”

That’s all he had to say in that moment while she laid back and let his tongue crave her. Erik got her ass to stop now with his tongue flicking her clit. On the inside she battled to sass him but his tongue was hitting that spot so the shit didn’t matter anymore.

[heykillmongerluhme]

Meet Me In The Breakroom

Erik Stevens x OC Reader

I N S P O: I had a daydream about this the other day, plus I’m being a Filthy McNasty now; Need to get my creative sauce back up

N O T E: Read while alone hehe or be a filthy McNasty like me and react all loud; Could listen to I Wanna Sex You Up x Color Me Badd

W A R N: Smut

T R I G G E R: None

W O R D: 3.9k

“Let’s get down to brass tax here” Mr. Whittington, CEO, said abruptly through your presentation “What is it going to cost me?”

The room, including yourself, fell into laughter as you clicked through the next three slides heading towards the graph indicating cost. This was the presentation that you had been preparing for. The company was going down for being too old fashioned and targeting the older demographic and they needed a fresh new perspective. Mr. Whittington himself called you to be lead on the project, promising you a spot for VP of Communications. You were beyond excited because since you stepped foot into that office, it has been your goal to eventually lead a department for the firm.

“Roughly, we estimate the cost to be around $532,000 but profit would be projected to” you dragged out as you clicked out to the next slide “$1.7 million”. Low audibles of gasps surrounded the room and smiles from your team shone to you.

“And how do you suppose we are to receive those funds?” he interjected the elevating atmosphere. Erik Stevens. It just seemed like he had a vendetta against you, every idea you had, even if it was great. He just always had something to say. Something to ask, just something to nitpick at. Maybe because you were the only other younger, black executive on the team. He was the “star” before you came along and he really didn’t care for it.

“Well, Mr. Stevens” you kept a tight smile but your eyes were burning him “We still have leftover funds from our charity raised last month, I have compiled 5 different investors, even those relationships that were lost” the shade that was thrown from you to him. No one really likes to bring up the 2017 investors meeting, that was not one of Erik’s best moments.

Eyes roamed between you and him trying to see who was going to fight back first. The office knew that you two were in competition with one another and that tensions were high. His jaw clicked before you watched his thick tongue cover the plump bottom lip before it tucked in anger.

“Any other questions?” You called out to the room and no responses availed to you.

“Great job, Y/N!” Mr. Whittington clapped before standing to his feet. The room followed suit as you stood proudly. Shoulders back, chest forward, and head held high. A reluctant Erik stood up last as you looked at others directly. A smile on your face and grimace on his.

x x x

“I can’t believe that Mr. W is going to name you VP!” your coworker gleamed as you guys brought in the remaining materials.

“We have to wait and see” you calmly reminded her “It is between Erik and me, and he has a longer track record than me”

“So! He’s been here for how long and only has been promoted once. Besides ever since the fuck up in 2017, Mr. W is making sure that he is monitored. Who knows, he might be in your department” the brunette bounced before placing down the rest of your materials.

“Thank you” you mentioned breathlessly before pushing your curls out of your face “Who knows, but I am completely starving and I am about to head to lunch. Do you want anything?”

Shaking her head ‘No’, she opened the screen on her phone before stepping out of your office. You took a well needed to exhale before preparing for the next half of your day. Meeting after meeting after meeting. You already knew that caffeine was in your calling, so before you decided to leave campus for lunch. You needed your third installment of coffee.

x x x

With the company being as prominent as it is, it created a break floor for all their employees. It was implemented that current year but not a lot of individuals wanted to use it. Due to the comfort of their own break rooms or they simply did not know about it.

However, it had become a sanctuary for you. Some days you had the whole floor to yourself, like today. It just seemed like the universe was working in your favor all day. First, you killed your presentation that you finished to the brim of the minute before the meeting. Next, Mr. W is making more hints for your promotion. Then, You had this break room floor to yourself to unwind from the first half of the day. And lastly, you finally had your chance to embarrass Erik. Today was beginning to look like the best day ever. It was shortly interrupted when you heard the blaring of a rap song come around the corner and the clicks of loafers followed suit. Annoyance grew in your body because you just wanted to be quiet. You still had your back turn as you pressed the brewer to begin the making of French Vanilla coffee. The scent, you knew anywhere. His Calvin Klein cologne invaded your nose before you could even turn around.

Erik looked up from the tweet that he was going to send before seeing you stand at the machine. His chocolate orbs danced across your heels, leading up to your curvy calves that connected to your holdable hips. He may not have liked you as a coworker but he couldn’t help that he was a man. He definitely found you attractive. As you did him. However, y’all pride and the race to be successful in the company got in the way of seeing each other as you really wanted to.

“So, you kissed the bosses’ ass today?” his banter began as he stood beside you, shoulder to shoulder. Your eyes focused on the machine, not really paying attention to anything that was going on. You just didn’t want to look at that handsome face. That really bothered you, that you found the one person that you could not stand in the entire office to be the one that you would throw your juices too.

He sucked his teeth when he did not get a reaction and began to prepare himself a cup of coffee as well. Knowing one way to get you to react, he smirked to himself before stating “Those pretty ass lips must be good for something then”

Your head snapped in his direction as he tried his best to keep his excitement to himself. He was always so vulgar and you hated that you loved it. Trying to keep your professionalism, your eyes lowered “Keep those nasty ass comments to yourself, clown”

His head had thrown back as he laughed. It was like you were trying to hide the fact that you were affected by what he said. He turned his body towards you, keeping his eyes to scan over the top half of your body now. The beautiful mane of afro-curls down to your illuminating face, it connected to a gorgeous neck that exposed your robust chest. He couldn’t help himself but his eyes stayed stagnant.

“My face is up here” you reminded him sharply while you examined his lustful look. The curves of his face that lead to the plumpness of his lips drove your imagination wild. You tried so hard to not dig deeper into your fantasy but it has been a bit of a minute before you felt a penetrating warmth between your legs. So anything was liable to turn you on, even your sworn enemy. Your eyes decorated along with the blue striped colored button-down he wore that day. You could see that he was active in the gym, due to the strength his upper body displayed.

Catching you doing the same dance he was doing “My face is up here” he mocked you. Snapping back to reality, an eye roll followed suit before hearing the beep of the machine go off indicating that your coffee was ready. Erik needed the coffee and you needed the additives, which were on the opposite side. You realized that you guys had to actually cross paths. “Excuse me” you stated before making your way sidestepping to the condiments table. Erik obliged but being a man, and who he was, he stepped back with just a bit of small space allowing you to step in front of him. He was not slick as he wanted to be, in reality, he wasn’t even trying to be slick at this point. You walked in front of him but not before he pressed his lower half against you, taking his hand to the small of your back guiding you to move. Electricity ran up your spine as breathy shudder fell from your lips. You tried to contain it but he heard you.

Erik turned his head to you before scanning you once more and it didn’t help that your pencil skirt showed off your shape. “Why you be so bitter all the time?” he asked breaking the growing tension between you.

“Excuse me?!” you asked while concentrating on your coffee, getting it to the way you like. You blew along with the hot contents before taking a sip of the sweet, warm liquid. “I am not bitter, I just don’t like when men have hissy fits because a woman is in power and have just as much, or maybe even more, hold as them”

“Nah, that ain’t it” he dismissed, pressing the button for a brew while he looked at you. His eyes now dark, his voice in baritone, and heat of his body closing in on yours. “I think it’s because” he started as he stepped forward and without thought, you stepped back, literally backed into a corner “You ain’t got nobody hitting it right”

How could you be so disgusted but turned on at the same time? Only you would know but it seemed like Erik knew it too. His frame towered yours, though you had on heels, you were still relatively under him. Your throat dry, you cleared before placing your coffee down “I-I do have someone ‘hitting’ it thank you” you lied. Hoping that would have him back off but it only engaged him more. Dammit.

“You ain’t hear me? I said hitting it right. Don’t give a fuck if someone is hitting it or not if they ain’ t doing it right? They ain’t doing it at all” Erik informed you. You wanted to melt right in front of him. Breath staggered, the background noise of coffee pouring surrounded you two before the unthinkable happens.

His powerful lips covered yours, a yelp leaped from you between your lips. Your hands raised to slap him before it lowered slowly once the connected kiss between you two began to reign supreme. You have been thinking about this moment for quite a while, frankly. So did Erik. Once he knew that you were not resisting, his kisses became hungrier as he tried to fill your mouth. Erik’s large hands ran down your waist, taking a nice hold of them before he mounted you up against the wall. Taking your left leg to rest on his hip, he grinded into you. The friction of his dress pants against you caused you to squirm. This would happen on the day that you decided not to wear panties.

“Oh? You a freak, too?” Erik smiled playfully on your lips before taking an intense grip on your thigh. Now there was no need for modesty, you smirked back into his lips before kissing him back.

“There is a lot that you don’t know about me, Mr. Stevens” a subtle moan left you feeling him grind against you again. He groaned back into your mouth as his unoccupied hand, drew his fingertip up your inner thighs to you waiting center.

“You keep calling me Mr. Stevens, you going to be in a world of trouble” he warned before biting your bottom lip popping it back.

“Mr. Stevens” you enticed seductively.

He warned you, but you didn’t listen. Erik’s callused fingers drew along your throbbing clit before drawing it down your lips to your hole. One finger, he dipped into the pot as he felt your wetness beginning to build. He smiled knowing that you were just as much into it as he was. Two fingers, now drawn into you as he began to slowly pump it back it and forth. Your eyes fluttered with mouth agape feeling the fingers enter you without warning. Erik has been wanting this since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He knew that you were strong, independent, level-headed but he wanted to see you vulnerable, submissive, illogical. He knew he couldn’t do it that way my work, so why not through pleasure. However, with that being his first agenda, it changed once he actually saw the look on your face. How you rhythmically moved with him, how your face contorted to pleasure as he continues to play with your ridge walls.

“Oh..” you moaned out taking your gel tipped nails along his shoulder.

By the moment, he had you completely in his care and you did not want to combat him. Erik’s coated fingers drew up your lips in a ‘V’ fashion before keeping his eyes on yours, taking them in his mouth. He was a freak just like you, however, you did not want to reveal all your dirty little kinks. Even if it was in the office break room. Once again, his fingers found his way back to the place that they had become familiar with. Now completely covered in his saliva, the battle on your clit had become one that you were not prepared for. His fingers drew quick circles on your hardening clit, as you felt your walls pulsate as if you contracting on the imaginary dick inside of you. An echoed yelp left you before he plunged his fingers into your honey pot again, realizing where you were, you tucked in your lip resting your head back along the wall, completely falling victim to Erik’s fingers.

His grip on your thigh became tighter, as your walls became the same. It was if he was matching your journey to orgasm.

“Haa..” you moaned as you reached your peak, hearing the slapping of your wetness between his fingers and your coated opening. “Mmm,” he followed before kissing you loosening his grip on your thigh. 

You grinded along with his fingers, not feeling satisfied with the orgasm and Erik’s rod immediately jumped in his dress pants. You kept your eyes on him, wrapping your hands around his neck locking your fingers. You continue to ride on his fingers, showing him that you can still be dominate, even if he was trying to please you. You knew his angle and feeling bad about embarrassing him in the meeting, you allowed him to take control. This time. Moving your hips up and down his fingers, Erik’s bottom lip hangs down as you guys’ eyes locked in time. Panting on your end and lust on his, you croaked out another moan while still keeping your eyes locked on him and Erik smirked at how you took yourself there.

“Damn, Y/N” he congratulated you.

He wanted you now and you needed him. He dropped you down, making sure that you landed on your heels correctly. A gentleman of sorts. However, within a flash, Erik knew that it was his turn to take control and he did just that. Turning you around, his grip that was on your thigh made its way to the bottom of your skirt hiking it all the way to your waist, exposing your brown, round, ass. His eyes were mesmerized and his mind was filled with the various positions he wanted to twist you in. However, the lunch break was only for an hour. Hearing the clacking of the belt buckle, turned you on as you looked over your shoulder peeking to see what he was working with.

Erik’s dark laugh surrounded you as he started to bring his pants along with his briefs down “You tryna get a peek huh?” Being as nasty as you wanted to be, you nodded a pleasing ‘Yes’ before your eyes dropped down to his package. Your mouth watered as you saw his length spring into action. “Fuck..” you whispered to herself in awe, your pussy began to form more wetness waiting for him to enter.

“You a big girl, huh Y/N?’ Erik asked sweetly as he drew your curls over your shoulder, taking the base of his head, teasing it up to your lips to your clit. A few taps before sliding it up and down teasing again.

“Hmm..” you moaned to the touch of his warm shaft going up and down. Your right leg stood but trembled as you waited for him to enter.

“I need you to speak, baby. I asked if you were a big girl?” Erik’s now quivering head waiting to enter you. He was dying from the teasing just as much as you were, but both of you not wanting to give up first. The whole dynamic of y’all relationship.

“Yes, Mr. Stevens. I’mma big girl” you moaned out feeling his head touched your hole. With that statement finished, he guided his stiff inside of you causing your head to hang low and his drawback.

“Fuck..” he groaned to your tightness, it was one thing with his fingers but feeling you around himself, he had to think of the scenery you guys were in to not bust quickly. He was a ladies man and he was very much into the ladies. He knew good pussy when he felt it. And baby, you were the platinum record to all the other records he kept.

It was if you both were confused about how good it felt that he just stood inside of you catching his breath, then he began his rhythm. Erik being the freak that he was, watched as his member pumped in and out of you. The glistening of your juice caused him to watch in awe, letting him continue to thrust inside of you. Your hand palmed on the wall and gripped along the counter as he began to rough his strokes. Rolling of moans covered your lips while Erik concentrated on his movements. The clapping of your ass crowded the entire floor and the symphony of your moans and his groans mixed followed up.

“Oh..fuck..Erik!” you whined aiding in the movements that Erik was destroying you with.

You kept your back arched and began throwing it back on him. Something that other women didn’t do, that Erik loved. They would always want him to do all the work.

He stood back and watched you go to work. He curved his hips to get your spot and by the scream of his name, he did just that. He kept his length right at your spot as you stopped throwing it back due to him grazing over it.

Eyebrows furrowed, he took his hand and a ‘SLAM’ covered your ass causing your freaky ass to whine out. “I ain’t say stop! You a big girl” he gritted throwing his hips directly back at your spot “You gon’ take this big dick, c’mon” ‘CLAP’ on your ass again.

The stinging turned you on as you continued to throw your hips back, your goal was to grab every inch of Erik inside of you. You reached that goal with the sliding of your walls falling down and the growing orgasm building up inside you. One you don’t think that you can handle or ever had experience before. Moaning again, you stopped feeling weak of how much of his dick is causing you to crash. Smirking that he has you now totally under his control, he slammed inside you once again. Dropping his callused hand to your hips, he gripped tightly and threw you back on him as he pumped in you. Different shapes filled your eyes, what felt like helium clouded your brain, and pressure that felt like a pipe bursting filled your body.

“Oh-Oh my G–” you almost belted out before he took your throat beneath his hand. He was growing close to, based on how quick his strokes were growing. The first orgasm ran through your body as you felt the literal cream leaving you onto Erik’s dick and down your lips, to your hard quivering clit.

“Mmmhm..that’s it” he coached “I know you got another one, Y/N” he groaned keeping his grip on your throat, tight but lustful. It was true, another one was building and now your body was completely under the control of Erik as you came again. Both of your movements became faster as you began to not give a fuck if someone heard y’all or shit, even if they saw you. You wouldn’t care until both of y’all nuts were finished. Groaning as he grew to close, he pulled out his throb and spilled himself on both of your cheeks.

“Fuckk..” Erik moaned as he squeezed out what seemed like a pint of cum onto your ass. Adrenaline coming down, both your panting bodies and itches scratched. You remember where you were and who you were with. Feeling a mixture of hate but lust, covered you as you turned around seeing a spent Erik. An ended kiss shared between the both of you before you snapped back to reality pushing him back, causing him to almost trip over his pants wrapped around his ankles.

“This never happened” you warned, grabbing the hard brown napkins cleaning off your cheeks before pulling down your skirt.

Erik’s licked lips shown before a smile “You got my word”

x x x

It has been two weeks since you and Erik’s escapade. Since that afternoon, you never stopped flashing back to the moment. You never came like that before. You never had public sex. It was like all of your first was being pushed by him. Since then, he has not talked to you. Not even an insult was thrown your way. You knew that you told him that “it never happened” but you went to the break room every day. You would wait for your whole break, just to see if he would show up to ignore you. But each day, you were left alone. Guess it was just a fling.

“And here, this is where our Communications department is and the VP office will be there” you heard Erik’s voice crowd the hall before approaching your office. It was normal for him to be the tour guide of the company to different partners and investors, hearing him approaching with the traditional speech you fixed your appearance just to look good to see if he would see you. Every day, you tried to go out of your way to look good but to no avail, he did not even look your way. It didn’t help that you guys' office was across from one another.

Perking up, he looked in the office and then looked forward as he began the other part of the tour “And over here is where..”

For real? You just huffed at defeat once more as you sat back going back to the project at hand. Moments had passed and it was closing into lunch. You sat back in your swivel chair and was disrupted with a chime from your phone, your heart began racing once you saw the message.

Erik: You think I ain’t noticing.. I’m tryna keep cool but today, fuck that. 5 mins. Meet me in the breakroom..

And guess what you were doing for your lunch break? Meeting him in the break room.

x x x

I hope y’all like it! I haven’t written smut in awhiiiiiile, just been trying to get back on the wagon. It will get better. Just a short for y’all McNasties :)