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summary: Erik finally convinces you to let him take you on a date to the amusement park. you are in for a treat. he is in for a surprise.
happy kinktober!
warnings: smut, public sex
"So you wanna get on the Slingshot next?"
"Oh I don't know Erik. Lets get something to drink first. I'm thirsty babe."
"Alright coo let's hit this lemonade stand." He grabbed your hand and led you over. He insisted that you "sit your pretty self" down under a tree nearby, so you waited for him in the shade while he stood in line. You told him you wanted a frozen lemonade before he walked away.
As an adult, you thought of amusement parks as places to be avoided. Crowds of overly excited children, some crying and exhausted, while their parents humbly attempt to make the best of summer vacation days, groups of rambunctious teenagers, and overly eager new couples smiling for selfies for social media only to proceed looking at their phones for the remainder of their date.
About two weeks ago during one of you and Erik nightly conversations, a stream of nostalgia filled your consciousness before you drifted off. You spoke about your childhood memories with a sweetness that Erik couldn't relate to. Even still, with tenacity, he insisted on experiencing this staple of middle class American childhood with you.
"Come on, it'll be just like the movies. Girl, I'm tryna win you a teddy bear."
"I don't think those types of games are at amusement parks... Maybe we could try a carnival or festival."
Although your memories filled your spirit with warmth, experiencing shit like this as an adult was completely different. You didn't want to rain on Erik's parade, so here you were in the heat of July wiping sweat from your edges with a napkin and a lemonade you could've gotten at the corner store for a quarter of the price.
You nearly moaned when the coolness hit your tongue. After your first sip, you popped your tongue against the roof of your mouth and rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "So good. I was dying."
Erik playfully held his hand up to your mouth as if it was a microphone and he was a reporter.
"Ma'am, how does it feel to be the most dramatic woman alive?"
You pushed his hand away as you both cackled. He sipped his lemonade, still smiling which made his dimples pronounced.
"This do slap though, don't it?"
Yall sat there for a little while, people watching and cracking jokes as the sun went down. He wrapped his arm around you and nipped on your neck. Even through the scent of greasy hot dogs and funnel cakes, the freshness of his aftershave embedded itself in your nose.
"Even though its hotter than hell, I'm having a really good time. I'm glad we came." You spoke softly.
"Me too, even tho' I damn near can't hear out my left ear from you screaming."
"I'm sorry baby, those rides make me feel like my stomach is gonna fall out my back."
"Speaking of, you ready for this Slingshot or you gonna act scary?" You scratched the back of your neck that didn't actually itch.
"Erik aren't you tired? We have a long walk back to the truck."
"Baby, don't act like that. You know Daddy got you." He teased.
"Eriiiiik don't talk like that. There's kids around," you cautioned, peeking around self-consciously.
"Fuck them kids," he spoke lowly into you ear while simultaneously massaging the flesh of your hip.
"Let's go, nasty." You said, just as a toddler began having a tantrum nearby, thankfully distracting him.
"Yeah, let's go before you change your mind."
While you two walked to the Slingshot, you talked about plans for the rest of the summer. Erik discussed a trip to Wakanda, and asked what you thought about him growing his beard out for the winter. You talked about your travel plans in August. And how you were excited for your next birthday, but how sometimes getting older seemed scary.
"Look, they do got teddy bears! Yooo, what I tell you?"
"Well then, you gonna win me one mister?"
"Expeditiously."
Erik waved over the attendant to pay him.
"You have three tries to hit the target," the woman spoke.
"What I gotta hit to get that big teddy bear?"
"Hit the furthest target, bullseye." The woman answered, pocketing Erik's cash into the pouch on her hip, stuffed with other peoples gambling's, "Take your time."
“No need.” He spoke under his breath.
You looked on in anticipation as Erik leaned in, concentrating on the target. He squinted one eye, aligning the bright orange machine gun. Apparently he also found it necessary to bite on his bottom lip. He looked very serious about this task, which you thought was ironic given the setting and his childish ass demeanor this entire day. All of his antics reminded you of the one uncle that would blow on the dice and still lose. You had your doubts, but you wouldn't give up on him too soon.
He pressed the trigger and the gun fired, hitting the far target directly in the center. You were slightly impressed. Not that you thought he couldn't do it, but for you, the objective seemed almost impossible. And on the first try? He smiled graciously while a few onlookers watched him collect the obnoxiously large teddy bear.
He walked back over to where you stood with your mouth slightly ajar.
"Erik, how do you know how to shoot like that?"
"Where'd your manners go baby girl?"
You accepted the teddy bear, which was lighter than it seemed and thanked him for it before entering a three way hug with him and the bear. Just as you were about to release him, he held you close to his body, offering a warning in your ear, "Don't doubt me next time mama. It's a lot you don't know about me yet."
You held hands as you walked to the Slingshot. You were mostly quiet while he talked about some of his favorite music, adding objections and approvals periodically. While in line Erik took a boomerang of your manicured hands holding the teddy bear and posted it on his stories. He always kept you anonymous to his followers on social media, which you preferred and afforded him the same courtesy when you made posts of your own. You all had been dating for the past six months, exclusively for the past two.
"What you thinking about? Why you actin shy?"
"I'm nervous." You peered forward to see how close they were to being next to go onto the ride.
"You been acting like a G all day, wassup?"
"You too are up next, straight forward. Place your belongings on the left." Said one of the operators.
"What if I pee on myself?" As soon you said it aloud, you knew it sounded absurd. But he just didn't understand the context and you didn't have time to explain.
"Baby, you're not gonna pee on yourself. You got this." He shrugged her off with a laugh.
"Okay," you took a deep breath out, "You're right, I got this."
They placed their belongings in the cubbies, and found a space for t he big ass teddy bear before walking side by side to the round yellow sphere. While you two waited for the harness check, you reminded Erik to tuck his chain in his shirt so it wouldn't fly up and hit him in his face during the ride.
"Remember to open your eyes." He joked, referring to the photo taken of y'all on an earlier ride in which your eyes were shut tight, mouth wide open, and your hands over your mouth to cover up your shrill scream of terror that eventually subsided into giggles.
"Don't worry bout it sweetheart." You quoted, smacking your lips.
You both situated your buckles and tossed jokes back and forth while you waited to be launched hundreds of feet in the air. After the attendant came to make sure the harness was secure, you sat still and silent enough could hear your heart beating in your ears. Your hands were too slippery from the sweat to hold onto the seat's surface so you just played with them in your hands. You tried to think about something else other than the possible outcomes of this ride, but it wasn't working.
"You ready baby?"
You shook you head no, but Erik wasn't paying that much attention to your response, distracted by the impending thrill. If you could talk, you probably would have told him that changed your mind and that you wanted to be let off the ride. Before you knew it gravity was pushing against you, causing your stomach to sink. You were soaring in a matter of seconds.
"Whew, shit!" You heard Erik yell. "You see that? It's beautiful!" He pointed towards the horizon.
Your closed eyelids fluttered open. The sky was mostly dark, shades of pink and purple fading into the skyline. Light glowed for miles and miles. You couldn't look down. You unclenched your fists, and your thighs, and finally let your shoulders fall. Your mouth was open but no sound escaped. As you descended, you closed it so it wouldn't get dry from all the harsh air. You were doing fine, taking deep breaths, then it hit you completely off guard. An electric rush.
"Oh, oh my god!" You cried. Erik looked over your way. He could barely see you past the shoulder restraints, but when you leaned forward he saw your eyebrows were furrowed and the way your bottom lip had found itself between your teeth. He hadn't thought anything of it, to him it just looked like you were in some real distress. You heard Erik laughing profusely. You looked out and saw the glow of all of the lights across the entire amusement park. You were descending again, which caused another wave to shake your core causing your stomach to tighten. You would've been holding yourself if it weren't for the harness being in the way.
"Shit, shit, shit. Uhhhh!"
"We on top of the world, baybee!" He exclaimed, he didn't know how true that rang for you at this very moment.
"I can't take it no more." You whined, but damn why did this feel so good? You tilted your hips slightly so that the harness was pressed snugly against your warmth and let physics do the rest. After those two orgasmic waves, you regained control over your body, but your endorphins were still riding high. That mixed with the weightlessness of your own body made you have the giggles for the rest of the ride. As the cabin lost more and more momentum, you realized that you'd never heard Erik laugh so much. You were happy for him in that moment and also in awe of how much you knew he had overcome from his childhood. Once you came to a halt, the attendant released the locks on the seats. Erik unbuckled himself and then proceeded to help you do the same; that had been yall's rhythm for the day.
"Yo, I don't think I can stand up straight after that one." He reached between your legs to unlock the buckle, and when his hand brushed against your warmth you hummed with that lip tucked in the same way as earlier. He locked eyes with you momentarily, with his head cocked to the side in curiosity. You avoided his eyes and quickly released his hand he had offered to help you hop out of your seat.
"Thank you." You spoke before whisking away to collect your belongings. He sashayed behind you, and once he was next to you, his gaze still burned holes into you. You could tell that he was putting two and two together. Now, he was recalling the way your head leaned back in on the ride, how your eyebrows furrowed, and how you were biting your lip. He thought you were just bracing yourself, but he could place the sound that escaped your lips. He would never forget the melodies that freed themselves the first time you let him touch you.
"Stop looking at me like that," you said, gathering your things. After you exited the ride and escaped the small crowd of people leaving from a different ride. Thankfully, the crowd thinned out as the moon rose.
“How I’m looking at you, y/n?”
“Like I’m a freak?”
“Well…”
“Damn, I guess I set myself up with that one huh?”
“So did you…” You nodded, looking at the ground while yall walked casually.
"So that's why you wasn't tryna ride?" He pondered rhetorically, "That happens to you all the time?"
"No. Well, once and then today... again so yes?" You sputtered. "But imagine it being the first time you ever. I was like 13. I didn't know what was happening. So I've just avoided that ride since then."
"Damn, you coulda told me."
"That's mad embarrassing, Erik."
"So?"
"So I wasn't tryna tell you. I thought I'd be able to hide it better..."
"You had me in the first half... I didn't know a thing 'til after the ride was over." Silence lingered. You were still burning this time it wasn't from the heat. Embarrassment and passion coursed through you.
"Was the ride good then?" He raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smirk on his face. He already knew the answer to that. He was very familiar with the divine look on your face when it was good.
"Yes, clown," you rolled your eyes, "It was good if you must know."
"I'm tryna see." You felt his hand sliver around your waist as he embraced you from behind.
"Whatchu mean?"
"I heard you earlier, the way you moaned. I bet that pussy soakin’."
His raspy voice in your ear made goosebumps appear on your arms which rested on top of his around your waist.
"That pussy soakin, y/n?" He bit into your shoulder waiting for you to answer, which almost made your legs give out from underneath you.
"Maybe."
"I wanna see." His beard tickled your neck, making you shudder at the tingle that radiated down your spine.
"We’re almost to the truck."
Erik had other plans. He guided you to a photo booth that was only a little ways ahead. You faced the camera, sat on his lap as he immediately devoured your neck and chest within this new found privacy. He palmed your tits roughly, causing one of them to spill out of your halter top. He kissed you with an open mouth, hastily, sloppily, like he hadn't had access to you for the past six months. You moved to unbuckle your shorts.
"Erik, make me cum again," you panted, taking his hand from your breast, and guiding it down your torso to your warm center.
He teased you by rubbing you slowly through your underwear. You rotated your hips on his fingers, creating friction. He was well aware of your haste, but you were on his timing. He liked you needy and he loved to tease, so when you went to move your panties to the side he withdrew his touch. You whined, but you couldn’t resist rubbing your own clit, you were so close. You needed more, you needed him so you stood and sat on his knee facing him. You grinded your lower half onto him, holding onto his shoulders for leverage. You suckled on his bottom lip and told him how hard you were about to cum.
“You gotta be quiet, okay mama? Hmm?”
When you didn’t answer him back, but quickened your pace, he quickly covered your mouth and within seconds you let out a grueling moan as you spasmed on top of him. He didn’t allow you to recover when he turned you around again and situated your legs open. He covered your mouth in advance this time. He rubbed your erect clit, and then circled your entrance smearing wetness all over.
“If you don’t listen to me, I won't be able to give you what you need princess. Is that what you want?”
You shook your head no.
“You want me to make you cum?”
You nodded repeatedly, rolling your hips against him, once again.
“Stop moving.”
You halted your movements reluctantly. A relieved breath escaped when you immediately felt two of his fingers slide inside. Wetness on her outer lips hugged his fingers, welcoming them in. Erik began digging into you, soothing strokes allowing you to relax into his warm body. It didn’t take long for you to feel that tempting pressure to release. You whimpered and he saw the goosebumps that began to cover you exposed skin. “Please, please.” Were the muffled words he could made out, under his hand.
“You have to be quiet, you hear me?”
When you finally acquiesced, he inserted another finger, and fucked you deeper, applying pressure to your spot.
“I wanna see you cum, right now.” You stiffened, lower extremities trembled. Your eyes rolled back into your head which rested on Erik's shoulder. Vision white and fuzzy. Moans and screams wanted to dislodge from her throat, but they were held captive by his hand. The body revolted, twitching and writhing as his palm pressed against your clit as his fingers worked inside.
The two of you held onto each other so tight, neither of you registered the discomfort. His firm hand pressed your stomach, dragging you down on his hand. Your nails clawed his forearm, just enough to leave indentions on the ink embedded into his skin. It felt like you'd been cumming for five minutes straight. It was scary to fathom how tight you wrapped around his fingers
“Fuck, Erik.” you whispered.
“I knew you could do it.” He said, with your chin in his hands. He kissed your cheek, he didn't care that you were slick with sweat or that your baby hair began to stick your skin. Your muscles were slack and tired. When he helped you redress, he noticed your skin had goosebumps even though you weren't cold. He took this as an invitation to touch you more, a caress on the behind and a few light tugs on your nipples were enough to make you purr.
“You coming to my place?" He stepped back and drank you in. Your eyes lowered to the bulge straining in his pants, and back up to his eyes. You nodded rather innocently, as if accepting a casual invite. In reality you were accepting an invitation to be turned every which way but loose, a request to be his for the night, a gentle plea to alleviate his burning need for you. You were consenting to taste him, and let him discover you. Yielding to his hands, that would be gentle at first then progressively more demanding. Indulging your unapologetic lure. Welcoming a night full of assertions that he was yours, cracking open a vulnerability in him he couldn't turn away from.
He made tears drip from your eyes, hot and slow, affirming the dense affection that pulsed between you. When you sat in his lap, moving against him so tenderly that he couldn't look away, and dared you to, he truly fathomed love could heal.
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part 2
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