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Metamorphosis

Part IV

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

TW: Implied mention of abuse

The Present..

A fly could have made a home in your mouth, it stayed agape for so long. You looked extra guilty, sitting on a complete stranger’s lap to your man’s knowledge. In tow, David carried a breathtaking arrangement of orchids, dressed casual and looked a bit tired around the eyes. Palpable tension engulfed the room while Erik sized David up. He wasn’t impressed to say the least, and rose up slowly next to you.

“David! Baby. I thought you would be back tonight.” You traipse over to him to kiss him on his cheek, and take the arrangement from him. David had been rendered speechless to the scene he walked in on, not holding a shred of warmth behind his eyes. Erik squared his shoulders and stepped forward and extended his hand to David. “Erik Stevens. Me and Y/N grew up together.”

“David Lafayette. Grew up together, huh? That’s interesting. Y/N has never mentioned you.” David grits his teeth slightly and gives Erik a firm handshake. David had a few inches on Erik but Erik outweighed David by 20 pounds or more, which alone made this matchup that much more intense.

Erik’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he felt his blood start to pump. You already feel where this was heading, so to stop the train from crashing, you scramble between them, and give the fakest smile you can muster and rub both of their backs. “Guys, I really need to get my life together and start to wind it down for the day—“

“Yeah, we did. We lost touch after she moved unfortunately. When I heard she was back home, I made sure to hit Shug up. We’ve actually been catching up every single day since I got home. Making up for lost time.” Your eyes bugged out once Erik said that, with the most smug smirk on his face. Literal steam was coming out of David’s ears at this point. You pinched Erik on his back since he blew up the spot even more, and he cut his eyes to your frame. You had to end this now.

“Okayyyy, Erik thanks so much for coming. We’ll talk soon, yeah?” You rush him to your office door, and bum rush him out to the lobby.

“Was it something I said?” Erik quipped with so much snark.

“N’Jadaka. Really? Are you purposely trying to stir shit up with my fiancé?” Your chest was falling and rising so quickly, and you were shaking from the adrenaline. Erik’s fists were tightly clenched with his nostrils flared.

“You trying to keep me a secret or something? Y/N, we were closer than family. How the fuck have you never mentioned me to him? Fuck do you have to hide?” He had never taken this tone with you, realizing that as soon as the words left his mouth, but what you failed to realize was that he stood tall on everything he stood for and backed down to no one.

Taken aback by his ferocity, you’re left speechless and go back in the office with a disgruntled husband to be. The door slammed behind you, leaving Erik stewing in his thoughts. How did we get here?

David sat at your desk, fingers laced and visibly perturbed. You run your hands through your hair and let out a frustrated groan. “So…are you gonna start talking or will you leave the questions to me, Shug?”

The Past..

Day was starting to break, and the crack in the blinds began to shed light in Erik’s eyes. Yawning and stretching, he finally peeled himself off of the couch to assess the damage to his spot. He was way too blowed to deal with the mess last night. Thanks to Bast, no holes in the walls or damage to any paint. Just a shit ton of trash and empty liquor bottles. Light work.

Adjusting himself in his black basketball shorts, he checked on you in his room. When the party finally died down, he removed your shoes and snuggled you under the covers. You were too adorable with your moderate snore and one half of your fro smushed into the pillow. Still sleeping peacefully, he gently closed the door and took a quick shower to ease his hangover.

Hard fists knocked at his front door, as soon as he stepped out. Damn near knocking it off the hinges. Then a shrill voice broke through, one he wasn’t likely to ever forget. “Y/N!!!!! Girl you better be in there! Just wait til I get my hands on you girl!!” Loud knocks were combined with an incessant ringing of the bell, and Erik was sure that you had been awakened.

Erik gingerly walked to his front door and peeked through the side window. A middle aged woman and man stood at the door, who dressed like straight out of a Blaxploitation movie. He finally answered the door and received a look that could kill. “What the hell is going—Y/N!!! Get your Black ass out here this instant!”

Juanita was belligerent and already slurring her words this early. She reeked of cheap liquor and perfume; her partner in crime looked like a straight up weasel and definitely could not be trusted. Several loud thumps came from the hallway, alerting Erik to you waking up. “Ma’am. You don’t have to yell. Y/N fell asleep last night and she was completely safe, I assure you—“

Juanita’s eyes rolled to him so hard they could have gotten stuck and she let out such a disrespectful scoff that made him wanna snap. “Young man, where are your parents? They know that you having wild ass parties and letting young ladies spend the night? Now, it’s best if you mind your business and let me deal with my child as I see fit. Y/N Y/L/N, this is the last time imma say it, bring your ass!”

Almost busting your ass trying to put your left shoe back on, the sight of seeing Erik in only a towel stopped you in your tracks. Not a blemish to be found on that skin and for a split second—time stopped. He noticed the slow measured eye movements over his torso, and he blushed a little to be ogled by you. He smiled at you and the morning sun made his slugs gleam. “Really girl? You gon make googly eyes at this nigga right in front of me??”

Juanita grabbed you by your ear before you could apologize and kicked you in the butt to get you on your way. Isaac had been watching the scene unfold and almost relished in Juanita’s wrath over you. You walked past him with smudged eye makeup and a pout, and he made sure to whisper in your ear before you stepped to the driveway. “You gonna get it now, girl..”

Erik overheard the thinly veiled threat, and felt something unnatural and overwhelming consume him. His instincts were right, and these two sorry excuses for guardians shouldn’t be around someone who was a light like yourself. Isaac winked at Erik with a crooked smile, and coolly followed the circus act Juanita was orchestrating. Erik let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and watched the car pull off.

The next few days at school, you kept your distance from Erik. The level of embarrassment was too much for you to handle. Erik finally got to witness firsthand how your mom and her shithead boyfriend treated you. Erik wanted to talk to you…more than anything. You weren’t responding to his texts or private messages on social media. You made sure to get in class right before the bell rang and as soon as class was dismissed, leaving zero time for meaningful conversation.

Figuring that he couldn’t catch you at school, maybe he could switch it up and see if he could catch you at your usual bus stop to get home. Erik dipped out as soon as the bell rang, dodging Jalisa’s thirsty ass and whipped out the junior lot. He parked a block away to wait for you to arrive at the stop, looking sad and pitiful. There’s something going on, and he needed to see what was to it.

Like clockwork, you showed up wearing black leggings and an oversized sweater in the summer time in California. He revs up and pulls around to the stop, and leaves it running while he peeks out of his window. Your stomach drops to your butt because you knew exactly who it was when you heard the engine. That purr did something to you just like the driver did and your world crumbled when he saw you at your lowest. “Aye. Aye, Y/N. Get in, girl. I told you I could always take you home.”

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111 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 17:50:45 GMT

Uncharted

Part IX

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Due to such a rambunctious day, Erik slept terribly that night. Catching only a few winks here and there, he gazed at her chest to make sure that it was rising and falling still. This innate feeling that came with creating a new life put Erik in an unfamiliar headspace. For as long as he could remember, self preservation was key and it didn’t matter who or what had to be destroyed to keep that a reality. Not anymore. This shit had him thinking different.

Through the slits of the bamboo and the tiny holes of the thatched roof, day was beginning to break and helped to illuminate Gabby’s face for him. Her fever finally broke, and her skin wasn’t as pallid as before. Still, to keep her cool in her slumber, Erik dampened a rag in tepid water found in a small jug inside the tent where they rested, provided by Tarni. Gently, he wiped her face, under her neck, around her ears, and along her chest and collarbone.

Gabby’s skin was impeccably plush, without a flaw to be found. Soaking the rag again and wringing it out, he pulled the cover back over her naked body sheathed in the linen shift, and hot air rushed from his lungs. She was soft and cushioned, and she felt so good underneath him. With caution, he removed it from her body over her head, careful not to disturb her stitches. He brought the damp rag down her chest and under her breasts, down her sides and back to the front, stopping at her belly. He couldn’t tell how far along she was by just a glance, though he estimated that it couldn’t be that long.

Erik timidly reached and flattened his hand on her stomach, hoping that his love could be transferred through a light touch. He couldn’t fuck this up; this baby deserved a fighting chance to be protected and loved properly. It made his self loathing grow exponentially for the danger Gabby was subjected to, and how he failed to shield her from harm. Caressing her lower belly, he bends down to place his lips right under her belly button. Erik’s eyes close and he exhales deeply. The touching moment was interrupted abruptly when he heard Tarni conversing with one of the guards outside.

Erik’s ears perked up as he covered Gabby back up, making sure she was comfortable. Tarni was speaking a language he couldn’t readily identify and braced for her entrance that was sure to come. As soon as she stepped foot in that hut, she would see Katherine’s body and he would be suspect #1. But with what proof?

He quickly laid down close to Gabby, draping his arm over her middle, and his face in the crook of her neck. He would never get tired of her natural scent, his lips grazing her ear so softly. Tarni walked in the hut, trying to not make so much noise. Erik’s eye peeked open and he watched her lurk over to Katherine’s body. Tarni looked her over and by first glance, nothing seemed out of place. But her chest wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing. Tarni checked her pulse and found nothing. Erik could feel Tarni’s confusion from the other side of the hut and pretended to sleep deeply.

“Waru. Have three guys dig a grave. Over with the rest of them. The white girl didn’t make it through the night. She’s cold as ice. She must have lost too much blood. *sigh* and I’ll need your help with carrying the body out of here. Come.” Tarni briefly stepped out of the hut and returned with Waru. They both crouched around her, with Waru at her feet tying the blanket around them, while Tarni examined her face. The color drained from Katherine’s skin leaving her clammy and white as a ghost.

She would be lying if she didn’t have a thought that Erik might have been involved. No puncture wounds, no bruising around her neck. She did have some slight bruising around her face that wasn’t there the day before. However she did get into a fight with Gabby as well; it’s possible she sustained those from that incident. Tarni turned her head, and Erik was sitting up, watching them wrap the body. Waru finally flopped her over his shoulder and took the body to the impromptu graveyard. Their eyes met; Tarni with a nondescript look that gave nothing away and Erik looking taciturn and defensive.

Not a word was spoken until she stepped out of the hut herself and followed Waru. She gave the guys instructions and went back to her personal quarters. Slouching in a rustic chair made by one of her guys who happened to be a carpenter, she huffed and pulled her hair out of the simple bun. Another body. This was by far not the first time she’s seen death up close this way, and yet it never seems to get any easier. They’ve been stranded on this island for a year now, and even with the misfortunes they’ve experienced, something tells Tarni that their experience was an outlier.

The plane landed on the crest of a cliff, not too far from where they’ve made their home. There weren’t as many casualties on impact as there was for the newcomers. There were several indigenous people on the flight who knew and lived the old way, simply taking a vacation to the States. Tarni, her daughter Kalinda and several other women hopped to it by leading the evacuation of the plane, and directing the able bodied men to clear the plane of food, clothes and any necessities.

Those first few weeks were rough. With fifty survivors, fifteen succumbed to exhaustion and hunger. They struggled with learning the terrain and finding fresh meat to sustain everyone. Kalinda proved to follow in her mother’s footsteps, leading hunting excursions and working with the healers on mending anyone who needed aid. Tarni and the group of survivors were getting into a rhythm finally after several failed attempts at putting out an SOS for any activity in the sky. Then the worst day of her life happened...

Kalinda and a team of her choosing decided to move further onto the island to see what could be of use and hopefully find more food. There had been torrential rains for days, leaving the ground muddy and unpredictable. They left as the sun was beginning to rise, and didn’t return for 2 days. Tarni’s anxiety skyrocketed inwardly, having to be strong for everyone else. But all she wanted was her baby back. Imagine her shock when only 2 of the 6 team members returned bloody and limping.

A mudslide occurred on one of the cliffs connecting to a waterfall and the team fell thirty feet at full speed into rushing water with hundreds of jagged rocks at the bottom. The remaining man and woman escaped only by clutching a rooted tree with every ounce of their strength. It took a day and a half for them to reach the camp, and Tarni’s world crumbled.

Gabby reminded Tarni so much of Kalinda, it ached every time she laid eyes on her. Maybe that’s why Tarni had such a vested interest in her well-being. To do for her what she couldn’t do for Kalinda. Tarni pulled herself together and pulled together some rations from the makeshift pantry they created for themselves. A few salted fish and sugarcane were portioned out for their new additions. She made her way back to the medical area, and placed the food at Erik’s feet.

“Eat. You need your strength. You look awful.” Tarni quipped, and a dimple appeared on Erik’s cheek. He hadn’t slept or showered for two days and the stress was starting to show on him. He nodded and began to eat fervently. He finished the plate and looked at Tarni with all the honesty and vulnerability. “I want to thank you for taking care of her. You didn’t have to do that. I’m man enough to know when I’m not in the position to make demands, and I wanna contribute to whatever this is if you’ll allow her to stay here and heal.”

Taken aback at him being so candid and open, Tarni took him all in and looked him over. “There’s always something that needs doing around here. You’re strong. You obviously believe in something and you’ll do anything to protect who and what you love. It would be a privilege to have you and Gabby here.”

“I have one more favor. I want to take these braids out of Gabby’s hair today and wash it. All of our stuff is back at the cave. Could I get some shampoo for her?”

“Absolutely. We’ll coordinate a time for us to get back to your cave and retrieve your things. We can also see how your efforts are best applied here. I’ll bring them to you. Sit tight.” Erik nodded and made himself comfortable next to Gabby.

Tarni brought some shampoo and conditioner for Erik and left him to his devices. Erik kept the knife concealed in his shoe, and started to cut the braids. He wasn’t sure how long her real hair was, so he started clipping the ends to make them easy to unravel. An hour or so passes and all of the braided hair were left in a pile next to the oversized jug prepared for him. Soap made from animal fat was given along with a travel size bottle of conditioner. Moving the pillow from under her head, he laid Gabby gently on her back. Erik lathered the soap in his hands and began to wash her hair, using his nails to cleanse her scalp.

He wished more than anything for her to wake up. So many things had already changed for them in the matter of 24 hours, and Gabby wasn’t conscious of any of it. Erik loved how her curls popped now and wondered how she looked in her every day life. He was a full on simp for her especially after this. But she deserved it and more, certainly since she was carrying his child. One more wash and light detangling of her hair with the conditioner, and Erik poured the jug over her hair. Making sure all of the soap was gone, he wrapped her hair in a towel and secured it on her head. He quickly placed the pillows back under her neck.

Peeking in, Waru nods at Erik to come as Tarni is asking for him. Still unsure of Waru and his intentions, Erik rose to his feet, and didn’t move readily at his request. “Tarni needs you. Let’s move.”

Erik bent down to kiss Gabby’s lips for good measure and exited the tent. Tarni stood ahead with fresh clothes, a towel and more soap for him. “Get cleaned up. If it’s okay with you, I can braid Gabby’s hair while you get yourself together.” Erik gulped, slightly overwhelmed and uneasy to accept her good tidings, even though she’s proven to be an ally. “Erik. She’s safe. You’re safe.”

“Yeah. Okay. Thank you.” He took the toiletries and Tarni showed him the way to the waterfall where they kept clean. Tarni entered the hut shortly after with a comb and aloe Vera gel from her own stash. She sat behind Gabby with her legs crossed and propped Gabby’s upper body into her lap. Two French braids with a middle part would suffice for now.

She parted her hair, and let out a light hum to an old ditty from when she was a kid. Making the middle part and then placing the gel in the part, she heard a small cough. Starting the braid on the side of Gabby’s head with the injury, labored breathing got a bit louder and Gabby’s bloodshot eyes began to open. “Mmmmm. Er...Erik?”

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124 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 21:47:31 GMT

Throttle

Part II

A/N: Yes, it’s like two weeks late, don’t yell at me. And yes, I went there! I sure diddddddd. Stay tuned, babies!!!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

The curtains blow with the breeze of the ceiling fan, and you shift to make yourself more comfortable. One thigh on the outside of the covers, one hand resting on your stomach, while the other supports your head, and a pair of soft lips graze against yours in your slumber. Erik had been watching you sleep like always, and couldn’t resist. He kissed your little nose and on your Cupid’s bow, careful not to wake you. So soft—his body couldn’t help but to react. Blood rushed to his groin as he slyly pulled the covers back to look at your naked form.

He hisses at the covers touching his sensitive organ already, biting his lip anticipating what he’ll do to you. You start to stir, your hand searching for the sheet to cover yourself up. Erik sits back to let you find the cover again, poised in waiting for the best time to strike. You settle again, and he listens intently to your breathing, making sure you’re relaxed. He softly grunts as he prowls closer to you and pulls the covers off again. The curve of your hips, the cushion of your soft belly—all entice him further.

Erik spreads your legs, kissing up your shin to your thigh, to the crease in between your mound and inner thigh. You start to wriggle a little, yet his agile hands hold you firmly but gently. He smells your mound, and his eyes flutter slightly at the aroma of him and you mingled together. Those incredible lips of his kiss your clit, teeming with tenderness, and your eyes pop open. Your President is in his own world, and you let him ravage you with that sinful mouth.

“Good morning, baby..” he muffled between your thick thighs, and he really dives in. In a huff, Erik props your butt up and your knees are touching your chin. You don’t give a fuck if anyone else is in the clubhouse to hear your moans, you don’t want this to end. All of his hair is covering his eyes but you can peek at his nose and mouth that are drenched in all the love you had to give.

His thumb starts to circle your back door, and you start to tense. Erik knows this takes you over the edge, and begins to lave your Pearl with heavy tongue and pulls away. You sit up on your elbows, with your chest heaving, your hands squeezing your boobs—bracing for the big one. He purses his lips and blows cold air in all directions on your clit and that sweet orgasm ascends through your body.

Incapable of stopping yourself from shaking, with teary eyes, he lays your body flat, and climbs on top of you. He knows his keloids calm you, so he caresses his skin against yours. It’s a trick however. His hand slips between your bodies and he thrusts inside you fully, knocking the wind out of your chest. Erik’s signature smirk appears and somehow he makes you even wetter. If he thought he was gonna be off the hook that fast….he was fuckin right.

After your morning romp, you wash up quickly until you can get back to your house for a real shower. Wearing one of Erik’s huge shirts, you sashay out of the clubhouse wearing some Nike slides you keep there, and are so pleased to find your car spic and span.

The prospect was across the lot working on Erik’s bike as he asked him to the night before. As soon as he saw you, he ran to give you your keys. “Here you go, Miss Y/N. I was able to buff out that nick on the passenger’s side door for you. Nice little air freshener inside for you as well.”

The rookie was adorable but he had heart and that’s why you liked him and was very happy that he wanted to be a part of the Dragons. You take your keys and kiss him on his cheek, and start the car up. Time to wash the night off of you.

Being the oldest grandchild, you always felt responsible for the welfare of your grandmother in her old age. She raised you when your parents weren’t able to, and you owed her your life. Shortly after you got dressed for the day and left your home, you ran a few errands for your grandma—picking up prescriptions, some light grocery shopping, etc.

Pulling up in front of her house, you get all of the things for your grandma and are greeted at the door by the full time caretaker that Erik has been helping you pay for. A life of smoking cigarettes left your grandmother riddled with emphysema, and unable to watch over herself.

“Hey Muh’Dear. How are you this afternoon? Now I hope you’re behaving for Miss Carol.” You kiss your grandmother on her head as she ignores your presence while Gunsmoke is on. Homemade chicken noodle soup is what’s on the menu for supper and you stroll to the kitchen to pull out the vegetables, chicken breast and chicken broth.

“Y/N, Erik called up here this morning asking about my pound cake recipe again. That boy just can’t get enough!”

“And you kept it to yourself, right Muh’Dear??”

“I will never tell, Suga, not even for a man that fine.” Muh’Dear lets out a few light coughs and gets comfortable again in her recliner.

“That’s my girl!” You yell around the corner, as you give the veggies a rough chop. The evening went by without a snag, as usual. Unbeknownst to you, across the street was a new tenant moving into a rental. Shondra’s best bitch, Krista. When she pulled her car down the street, she couldn’t help but notice the tricked out Jeep. Imagine he’d surprise when the tags read “DRGNLDY”. This was your car. After you beat the shit out of Shondra for all of the Bay to see, that stirred something up in Shonda that Krista had never seen before.

Vengeance was due in her eyes and it was going to be unmerciful. Krista took a picture of your plates inconspicuously and sent it to Shondra lightning fast. She gave her one directive and that was to watch you and to be on the lookout for you whenever she was home. And watch you she did, for weeks. Your routine was noted to the degree, and a plan was hatched. This made you vulnerable to them, and you didn’t even know it.

One night, you left your grandmother’s house after dark. Due to the on street parking and it being the weekend, you had to park a little bit further from your grandmother’s house than usual. Looking at your car from a few feet away, it appears that it’s sitting on an angle. Confusion spreads in your brain, and you find that you have a flat tire on the front driver’s side.

“Fuck! When did this happen??? I been here all damn day, ughhhhh! Lemme call E.” You pull out your phone, and immediately your legs are swept out from under you, and what probably was the butt of a gun, slams you in the back of the head, rendering you unconscious. A sack was placed over your head and your limp body was carried into the interior of a cargo van with your hands subsequently bound.

Without verbal conversation, two assailants hopped in the back with you while the other two sat in the front of the truck. The signal was given, and the van peeled off the street without a trace. You were none the wiser until you started to sort of come to when the van came to a full stop hours away from Oakland with a killer migraine coupled with the urge to puke. Your digits were numb and the sack over your head blocked your vision from any and everything. What the fuck was going on?

“Take the sack off.” As soon as you heard the voice you knew exactly who it was. A masked person sat in front of you with black oversized clothes and boots but there was no fooling you as to who would pull this. Couldn’t have been any rival MCs, they would have just shot up her grandmother’s house with her in it or picked her off in the street. This was deliberate and brash and only one person would be this stupid.

“I spy with my little eye, four dead bitches walking.” You crack out and cackle at your own joke and they immediately lay into you. Punches that made you cut your own lip by your teeth, your legs and torso are stomped out all while you’re tied up like a holiday ham. Punk bitches. After they jump you, your head is lying in a puddle of your own blood and your eye is beginning to swell and throb. A pain you’ve never experienced courses through your body, all the thoughts in your brain scream for your man.

“You see, Y/N? This was a lesson for you. A lesson to make clear to you that anybody can be touched. Anybody.”

Who you believed to be Shondra stood up, opened up the side door to the van, and kicked you out into the dirt, face first. This fucking bitch. “This won’t make Erik love you.” You managed to spit out while wriggling like a worm trying to get some feeling back in your digits.

Shondra chuckles, crouching at the door, shaking her head. “You won’t make it past morning. Not out here. Say a little prayer, Y/N. Don’t you worry your pretty head, Erik will be well taken care of. I’ll make sure to pay Muh’Dear a visit, k?”

Her uttering your grandmother’s pet name blinded you with fury, and you cursed her and her bloodline before and after her. The car door slid closed and pulled off, leaving you with a face full of sand and exhaust. Hot tears of deep pain and hurt fall down your dusty cheeks and you resign to your fate.

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175 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 22:25:41 GMT

The Remodel

Part III

A/N: I know yall wanna fight me, I was supposed to have this up like five years ago soooooo yeah LOL. The last and final part to this wildddd ride. I sincerely pray you’re being safe babies wherever you are in the world right now. Like, comment, and reblog if you love it!!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

The lock in the door jamb echoes over the tense silence in the room. Things escalated so quickly. One minute, you’re tearing your room to shreds looking for your unmentionables and the next, Erik strides into your room like he owned the place, cradling said unmentionables in his hand. The look on his face reminded you of a big cat in the wild methodically biding its time to catch its prey. You stood perfectly still, simultaneously aroused and yet afraid to move. Erik locks the door behind him, and coolly moves forward.

That thick bottom lip is caught between his perfect white teeth, anxious to get his hands on you. You back up towards your vanity, eyes wide, until your legs bump into your vanity chair. He gently pushes you to sit down before him in the seat, looking up at him like an innocent lamb. Little did you know what the big bad wolf had in store for you.

“Well, what do you know? I think these are the missing panties. Are they not?” You open your mouth to protest, and reach to grab them, and he swats your hand away, making you yelp.

“Uh uh. They belong to me now. You can only imagine how excited I was to find them. I imagine it’s similar to how you felt when you....took care of yourself in my office chair.”

Erik could have knocked you over with a feather once he said that. The jig was up, and the lack of a poker face confirmed your guilt. The glint in his eye suggested that it turned him on that you took such liberties. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Fuck do I look like going to Oakland just for that?”

You turn around and face your vanity, fiddling with a makeup brush. Deny, deny, deny until the end. Your whole body is heating up; he really pulled up on you with all of the arrogance and your inner thighs were already slick. His scent swirled in the intimate space; that combined with the mounting lust he radiated made your head swim. Erik bends over behind you, both muscular arms on your sides and brought his face to your ear. Looking at him in the mirror, you fought to bite your lip gazing at his beautiful side profile. That skin and those lips, he was driving you insane. “Tsk tsk, lying already. This won’t bode well for you, Mrs. Thomas. You’ll come to learn how much the truth matters to me and how I handle smart ass brats who tell fibs.”

His lips graze your earlobe, trail a way to your neck and he starts to softly suck. A bruise starts to form and he bites in the same place, and the makeup brush drops immediately from your grip. Both hands grip the sides of your seat, and you can’t hold off the moan escaping your mouth. “You’re a clever little minx. Breaking into my office like that. Found one of my favorite shirts. And finger fucked yourself to the thought of me in that chair. You don’t know how many times I beat my dick to that, Y/N..”

Erik presses his lips into your jaw sweetly, and stands up to his full height. His face morphs into stone, his left eyebrow raised and his lips in a straight line. “Now go find it. Bring it here.” His voice dropped a few octaves and he stood back to let you go to the closet. You tip off with your head down like you’re being scolded, and find the shirt in question stowed away in some bags at the back of your closet.

Your tiny feet traipse back to Erik and he takes the shirt from you. Your head is still bowed almost instinctively to be submissive to this domineering individual. He raises your chin up, and immediately zeroes in on your lips that slightly tremble. You thought you had control of this situation but it was quite evident that the tables had turned without your permission. Erik wets his lips and kisses you ever so sweetly, stoking the fire blazing in your lower belly. His lips were bigger, and his tongue slithered inside your mouth and you both moon in unison. Your tongue curls around his and the grunt he lets out alerts you that his arousal is reaching new heights.

Before he loses all control, Erik pulls back with glistening lips and points his head in the direction of your bed. You nod and go make yourself comfortable. The wheels are turning in his head of what’s to be done to you. This is the moment you’ve both been waiting for. And yet, he still doesn’t know where to start. However, watching them big hips switch prompts a few potential places to begin the lesson he’d been meaning to teach you.

“The robe. It stays off. Hands and knees. Arch that back like I know you can.” His instructions delivered in his low tone make you shiver and you follow them precisely. “Like this, E?”

He smirks at you checking in to get his approval. A smooth “yes, baby” comes from his chest and he makes his way behind you. Kneeling behind you, he can’t help but to admire all that ass, and your slice of paradise peeking through with plenty of shine. Erik kisses both of your cheeks, sprinkling a bite or two on your hips, thighs, and under the cuff of your ass. Your breath catches and you wiggle at the love bites. Without any warning, he alternated spanks on your cheeks, occasionally rubbing the sting away.

His dick was already hard as steel, but seeing that ass jiggle tested his restraint further. “You’re a naughty girl, Y/N. Got more mouth than what I’m used to. But there’s a fix for that.” You hiss after every smack, and your skin is on fire. But the pain hurts so good, and your pussy is aching to be relieved. When he caresses your cheeks after a few spanks, his fingers gingerly graze past your pussy and your ass, but never fully touching them. You’re starting to sweat and your fingers ache because you’re grabbing the sheets so tightly.

As soon as you feel your eyes water, he slaps your left cheek and twirls your clit, forcing a sob out of you. You blink your long lashes, a tear falling at the reprieve. Erik was punishing you and you reveled in every agonizing moment. His heavy breaths are turning you on and you have to turn to look at him. A fitted tee on that chest and work pants with the most unbelievable bulge you have ever seen....the energy in the space is off the charts already.

“Open your legs wider. Just like that.” Erik throws his head back to get his locs out of his face and leaves wet kisses on your bum until he French kisses your entrance, taking you by complete surprise. The sensation makes you gasp and you raise up, prompting another smack to your ass paired with a wide swipe of his tongue through your folds. He holds one cheek open and licks you down, savoring everything. Your moans are incessant now, and you fight the urge to push his face deeper into your pussy.

That feeling starts to rise from the soles of your feet and like Erik could seemingly read your mind, he unclasps his soft lips from your clit and slaps you right between your legs, stopping your orgasm in its tracks. “I don’t think so. You ain’t suffered enough yet.”

He turns you around to sit on your butt and pushes a hair from your face. You’re fucking gorgeous and frisky and Erik liked that shit. You were doing so well so far and he was sure to make it pay off for you. He made you sit with your legs open at the edge of the bed. His callused hand traces your collarbone, past your sternum, tugging at the cups of your bra. Erik pulls your titties out and immediately plays with your nipples. You’re incredibly sensitive there, and he continues to play with them and took one in his mouth. Switching to the other, he curls his tongue around your brown bud and gently pulls with his teeth. Pulling back, he blows on them, and your coochie quivers.

He leaves you like that and goes to get the shirt. Erik ties your hands in front of you and pulls your vanity chair towards the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, a little sweat showing on his happy trail. Unbuckling his belt, he pulls his pants and briefs down together, and out flopped the most beautiful dick you laid eyes on. This man was even more beautiful than you could envision. His sculpted thighs flexed as he made himself comfortable and you wanted him to hurry up and put you out of your misery.

Erik started pulling at his sack with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other. “Don’t touch my pussy. Sit and watch me like a good girl and you might get what you want.” Your chest is starting to heave, and your wetness is overwhelming. You nod in agreement, and yearn for him while he strokes that big dick like a pro. You’re both so horny, as seen by the precum dripping from his tip. Erik is making himself feel so good and it’s a marvel to witness.

“I want that dick. Please. I-I cant..” His ears perked up at your heartfelt plea, and gave the most mischievous smile. He’d broke you. Tightening his grip on his dick, he stands up and moved closer to you, all that meat in your face. His jaw is clenched and he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks. “What do you want? I didn’t hear you.”

This nigga. He was gonna pull it out of you. He wanted total submission from you and wouldn’t budge. Your hands were tied....literally. You sucked up your pride and said with your whole chest that you needed that dick and you needed it right fuckin now. He instructed you to open your mouth and immediately filled it with dick. Sheer joy encapsulated you as you let him use your throat. He grabbed you by the hair, encouraging you to relax and take more of him. You were a fuckin troooper, and not timid at all when it came to sucking dick. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. That’s how you get what you want.”

Pulling out of your mouth, he pushes you on your back and lays on top of you, your chests touching. Erik plunged his tongue in your messy mouth and slides his dick in between your slick folds. He wanted your permission before you became one and you gave enthusiastic consent. Grabbing a leg over his shoulder, he sinks into you in one stroke and the wind is knocked out of you. “Oh shit. Oh shit, I can’t hold it.” Moderate strokes opened you up and he started to mold himself in your walls. His hips swerved effortlessly, leaving nothing untouched. His kisses on your cheek made you blush, while the sinful sensation below your waist threatened to flood your mind.

In all honesty, Erik was close himself but the warm and juicy treat between your legs made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years. Maybe he hadn’t experienced it ever. He had you right where he wanted you, and it was even better than he imagined. He kissed you again, bottoming out inside you. It was a scumbag idea but he couldn’t help but to wonder if he should bust a nut in Keith’s wife. No doubt you’d be hungry for it, but he would act responsibly.

“Cum. I’m telling you to cum, Y/N, I feel you throbbing. Let go baby.” You sigh and whine out a high pitched moan, wetting you both up. That took Erik over the edge and he pulled out and came on your fupa and mound. He rubbed it into your skin, his fat tip engorged and sensitive on your soft skin. Erik untied the shirt from your wrists, and kissed them both. He pulled you into him and caressed your back, his scars soothing your flushed skin. Mama finally got some action and it paid off handsomely. As soon as you both started to drift off in each other’s arms, muted footsteps are coming up the stairs.

Keith came back from his retreat and had some gifts for you. He struggled to open the door with his hands so full, but the sight before him once it swung open was one for the books. Like a dutiful husband, Keith placed your gifts next to your vanity and tried not to disturb you and your lover from your slumber. Your happiness is what counted and he absolutely knew you had a thing for the contractor. When you’re satisfied, Keith is satisfied.

Three months later....

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A/N: Heyyyy babies! I pray all of you are doing as well as can be expected right now! I’m making it a personal thing for myself to stop taking months and months to update. I know the readership has lacked but I still wanna write for y’all because it’s so fun and I need some uplifting in my life rn! Sooooo stay tuned for the new new!!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

To have and to hold. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Til death do us part..

The penthouse suite housing the bridal party overlooked downtown LA with classy Art Deco decor and accents, a full wet bar, and two full sized bedrooms. Your husband to be spared no expense for the best day of your lives. Six makeup artists and hair stylists for six bridesmaids, custom Rodarte dresses in every style, and all the Moet and hors d’œuvres they could stand. Sitting slouched and deflated at your chosen vanity, a small Bluetooth speaker quietly played Boyz II Men while your hair stylist tucked the last few strands into your chic chignon.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You and the love of your life would live in bliss as husband and wife until you returned to the earth one day, with a great legacy to show for it. But no. That wasn’t how you felt. Terror. That’s what you felt. Your knight in shining armor was anything but honorable. For months you had been scheming for a way out, to no end. He knew everyone, had ears and eyes everywhere and was made privy to everything concerning you. You were trapped.

Eduardo Nazario. He was an Afro Cuban entrepreneur and business owner who immigrated to the states as a teenager for a better life. At least that’s what you were told. Eduardo came from nothing allegedly and yet had amassed a small fortune by the time he was 25. He’d invested in several ventures—tech, healthcare, and pharmaceuticals. Legal and black market.

It was like a fairytale. It always is in the beginning. You met while you were walking your favorite trail, as you did every morning. Apparently, as you rummaged through your Fanny pack, your keys fell onto the pavement. Eduardo found them on his run and caught up with you to return them. One look into those hazel eyes, and you were a goner.

Things moved quickly with Eddie as you called him. Four dates in, and he wanted you to move in with him. That should have been your first clue. But you were blinded by infatuation and quite honestly, the upgrade to your life. You had a decent job that provided for you with an okay apartment and car, but with Eddie, you rolled in style. No more Honda’s, you rolled in a custom Audi with all the bells and whistles. Eddie’s sprawling condo in the middle of the city had high ceilings, marble floors, granite countertops, stainless steel everywhere and all the finest accoutrements to add. You fell hard, and you fell deep…..just as he wanted.

All of your coworkers gagged over the constant deliveries of ornate bouquets and him swaggering into the office to pick you up for lunch every day. He was tall, dark and handsome, and gave you the world as far as they could see. You beamed like a star every day pulling into your job’s parking garage. After a while, he started to take you to work while his body man followed behind you in the G Wagon. Eddie “hated to see you go in the mornings”, and found this as a way for you to bond even more. Not quite.

Eventually those keys of yours magically vanished from your purse one night and now you had your own driver, courtesy of your fiancé. He insisted it was for your safety; this was a point of contention for you. Your autonomy was being encroached on and you didn’t appreciate it. Eddie’s temper flared in a way that you hadn’t ever witnessed before and you never brought it up again. Slowly but surely, you were being molded into Eddie’s Black Stepford wife with not an original thought in your head.

Eddie was so cunning about how he isolated you from your family and friends. He would allow only so many visits, and made sure you and him were conveniently busy any other time. Trapped. A puppet in his marionette theater and it happened right under your nose.

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and you wiped it quickly so it wouldn’t be noticed. This makeup costed too much. Your stylist uses the holding spray to keep everything neat, and yells for your bridesmaids to come see the finished look. They all file in and squeal like a bunch of hens. You force a feigned smile, and try to push some warmth into your eyes. Your maid of honor, Denitra could tell though. Something wasn’t right.

“Y’all, give me and my best friend, the beautiful bride, a second to talk! Go on now, I am the maid of honor after all!”

Denitra was the Solange to your Beyoncé—two different flavors and yet connected on every wavelength. Everyone exited the room and she came around and pulled a chair across from you.

Cradling your hands, and looking at you dead in your eyes, Denitra quietly sighed. “Cold feet?”

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