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Mrs. One of One

You are the definition of elegance and beauty, from the way your perform on stage and how help your students, You know practically all of the dance genres and how to teach them, it's just you prefer hip hop and ballet. Heart-shaped objects. Just because you are a lover girl doesn't mean you are taking shit from everybody, reader WILL put her foot down.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: loved to dance; this was your art form and your passion. To inspire other girls who looked like you to see that they could do it too. No matter the skin color, hair texture, or anything else, if they loved it and believed in themselves, put in the work, they could do anything they put their minds to.

.⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who grew up with 2 older sisters, who you stole everything from, and still to this day you have some souvenirs of some things you called "borrowed items," but you never gave em back. Your sister Tina's bracelet you rarely ever took off, and a couple other items that have become your everyday wear.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Almost every time Smoke gets home early from the auto shop,a nice foot rub, warm shower, or bath is waiting just for you. His heavy hands feel like heaven to your feet, sometimes causing you to let out moans of relief.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who has had some happy moments, getting married to Smoke was truly a dream; that man treats you like a queen, whether it's kicking and massaging your feet or making sure you are taking care of yourself with daily calls at work while he is on break. He always wants to make sure his woman is taken care of.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who was quite literally the happiest woman on earth when she found out she was having a baby, and was immedatley put on bed rest, you didn't lift a finger while you were pregnant with Harmony, Smoke would scold you and snitch to your sister and parents if he saw you lifting anything to heavy, so whenever your family would come over they would get on your case.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who always made sure her nails and toes were done, whether you did them yourself or you went to the salon, it was just something that became routine to you and something you loved to do.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was always humming to some sort of song, whether it was the one you were teaching the dance to or one that had been in rotation; you felt as if there was a song for every situation, so either you were humming a song or music would be playing in the house. Either way, a melody would be heard!

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who only has to hear one ring off the phone from Smoke before hearing his voice, greeted with the sound of drilling in the background and his southern accent like music to your ears with a nice "Hi Baby, how's my girl doing?"

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: When you were able to leave early from work, you loved doing visits and bringing food to his work, whether it was from his favorite takeout spot like Lola's Fish Fry, where he would tear up the dinner platter that lay 2 fried fish sandwiches, french fries, and coleslaw, with a cold iced tea.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who wanted Harmony to find her own passion and almost cried to Smoke when you took Harmony to see The Nutcracker around Christmas time in New York and Harmony was in awe, once you two left to head to the parking lot hand in hand. Harmony's eyes were practically glowing as her tiny hand wrapped tightly around yours as she skipped across the parking lot, she kept her coat unbuttons to show off her pretty velevet dress she insisted on wearing to the theater.

"Mommy ! Mommy, did you see her?" she exclaimed, looking at you with wide brown eyes. "The sugar fairy?! She went weeee like this!"

Harmony attempted a wild, heavy spin, as she tried to replicate the moves she saw the ballerinas do, almost tripping over her own shiny leather shoes that Smoke had polished before you two left. You caught her elbows, giggling a bit and making sure she was standing straight. Harmony couldn't stop talking about how pretty the outfits were and the spins.

"Good job, sweetheart, and yes, honey, I saw!" your heart was damn near melting, you had seen The Nutcrakcer at least fifty times and you had been in it yourself, but watching it with your five year old changed your whole perspective and made you admire it even more. "She had beautiful pirouettes, didn't she?"

"Can you do it, do it like her?" Harmony stopped dead in her tracks almost challenging to see if you could do it. Her hands on her hips and expression almost like a coach.

Your eyebrows furrow "Hun, right now ? In the parking lot?" I teased looking around at the row of cars making sure no cars were moving, but all that laid on the cars were the light dusting of snow under the street lights.

"Prettyyyy pleaseeee, Mommy, I wanna see you do it!" Harmony pleaded with her puppy eyes, how could you say no to the precious face that was a mix of your and Smoke's?

You step away from the car, making sure it's a clear and safe spot and you pulled your core in and set both of your feet in a clean fourth position, even as you wore boots with a slight heel to them. The muscle memory of dancing.

"Ok Harm, watch closely," you said, ssmiling down at her "the spotting is key,"

You prepped and pushed off your back leg, and snapped right into a clean and controlled triple pirouette,

Harmony gasped as she jumped, all giddy with the brightest smile. "Wow, that was so cool, I wanna do what you do! You were so pretty and spun so fast and so many times!" She clapped her mitten covered hands together and threw her arms around your legs, burying her face in your coat. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Mommy !"

You smiled and picked her up got in the car and returned to the hotel, Smoke stretched out on the couch, one arm behind his head, remote in the other hand as his feet are kicked out on the ottoman. flipping through the channels as he saw his two girls burst in with giggles, he immediately smiled saying "Ahh, there are my favorite girls!" Getting up from the couch, greeting you with a soft tender kiss on your lips and turning to Harmony scooping her up, swinging her around, and kissing her cheeks. "How was the show, you two?"

Before you could even let a breath out, Harmony squealed and her voice erupted with excitment "Daddy! Daddy , it was amazing!" As Smoke carried Harmony to the couch and placed her on his lap, "T-there was a giant mouse king and a tree that grew super big, like ot the sky, and there was also a sugar plum fairy! Momma is just like the sugar plum fairy!" Smoke's smile grew as he heard his babygirl recount the events.

"Is that so?" Smoke asked amused as could be.

"Mhmm and mommy said it's called a pirate the spin the fairy did!"

You chuckle lightly as you shook your head, making sure she gets the word and pronunciation right, "No, Harmony, it's called a pirouette"

Harmony looked at you and whispered the word a few times to herself until it stuck. "Right, um the fairy did a pi-pirouette!" she continued "And I'm gonna learn how to do a spin like she did tomorrow, right, mommy?

You nod at her excited facial expression, "I can teach you whatever you wanna know." Smoke looked at both of you "Well iI'm glad my girls had a good time.

Smoke put Harmony to bed until she fell asleep, all she talked about was the costumes, the music, the sparkles, and the ballet. As you began to undress and tears filled your eyes, Smoke's expression immediately changed. "Baby, what's wrong?" he moved closer to you.

You sniffle, "It's just she, she said she wanted to be like me, and she wanted to dance and I just" you sniffle "She was so happy,"

Smoke smiled as he held you closer while you two laid in bed "Well i'm glad to see my girls having a fun night, and of course Harmony wants to be like you, Mrs. Moore. You are incredible."

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: ⋆.𐙚 ̊: love, love, love, dressing your daughter Harmony up when she wants to play dress up, and she always requests to show Smoke so you both strut like models and show Smoke the new clothes you brought that day, or outfits you two put together.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was a complete menace when together with Star, Smoke and Stack’s little sister, anytime it came to a family function, you two were paired at the hip, catching up on things you might of missed and always laughing up a storm, you two were hell raises when it came to pushing the Moore Brothers buttons, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ You love your flowly items, as you are always wearing something tight for work, as you are in ballet, the corsets, the stockings, the shoes. When you get home, sometimes you just can't wait to crawl into Smoke's t-shirt or your own comfy pajamas and cuddle with your family.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader ̊: BIGGGGGGGGGG praise kink, just a little praise from Smoke has you melting onto the floor, because you knew him, and he never said anything lightly, yes he made a couple of jokes, but when he was giving somebody props he means it so when you were done with your performance and he held pretty pink and white lilies and roses as he kissed your forehead and not caring at the other girls watching as he caress your cheek and kisses you deeply groaning a little bit as you almost shy away but he pulls you by the waist looking at you "You were extraordinary baby, just perfect". (Trust and believe that man showed you a time afterwards; this is why it is important to stretch, for your profession and just a little bit for your man)

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˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— mika’s notes: had to post this before i got out soon to meet my brothers little boo thang for a family dinner! i hope y’all enjoy this is reader x smoke for “Mr.Get It Done” x “Mrs. One of One”

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Imagine: Part Two

Erik and Reader have an office fling.

Warnings: SMUT. Straight to the nasty shit. 

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**RE UPLOAD**

You hold your hands in your lap while Erik’s large masculine hand brushed and fondled your upper thigh. He would take his fingers to wrap around your thick thigh before squeezing it. Your eyes trailed down to his smooth veiny hand watching him knead your flesh with a firm grasp before releasing it. This made you move your knees from side to side. Now, Erik’s fingers began to tickle your inner thigh. 

“I love how you came out of the house with some pants on, Y/N,” He spoke with a dry tone. 

“I’m sorry,” You were going to wear a denim skirt at first but since there were no other plans besides going back to his place you figured the velour tracksuit was better. So much for that. Erik wanted to feel your skin and have easier access to that juicy pussy. You couldn’t blame his persistence and determination to have you. Untamed and primal, Erik fits his large hand no matter how difficult into the front of your track pants. His entire hand cupped your pussy. You felt silky, smooth, delicate, and creamy down there. Satisfaction crowded his features as he maneuvered the car and rubbed his large hand over your heated and engorged lips. 

“You tryna sit this swollen pussy on my dick?” 

“Mhm, Daddy.” You allow your eyes to watch his hand move up and down between your legs. The fabric of the tracksuit was digging into your hips and frustrating you. Squirming, you pull your pants down and kicked it off along with your slides. Erik was now greeted with the sight of your waxed mound covered in drenched teal green panties. The entire crotch was juicy and sopping wet. Legs wide and limber, you provide better access for Erik’s large hand to rub, flick, and finger your pussy to his enjoyment. 

“Dassit’ give that pussy up,” He yanks the crotch of your panties to the side watching your pussy involuntarily contract with need. The third leg in Erik’s track pants throbbed like a pulse. That’s exactly why he wore track pants. His dick needed breathing room so it could grow and expand comfortably. 

“Your shit is so wet. Little pussy is begging me right now.”

“Umph, Yes-” you moan as he slaps your pussy.

“Grab my dick. Now.”

You reach across his lap to grab his pipe. Your pussy spasmed.

“Feelin’ that?” He spoke huskily.

“Mhm.” 

“This what you playing wit’ tonight, girl. All this long dick.”

“Umph, Daddy-”

“Spread them pussy lips so I can see that sweet pink.”

You used your free hand to spread your pussy wide. Your labia looked like fleshy wings leading up to your erect and succulent clit. Then there was that tight plundering hole with your syrup oozing out and down the crack of your ass. Erik’s tongue poked out and flicked towards his upper lip while making deep grunting and growling sounds. 

“You’re so sweet, Baby girl,” Erik takes his fingers to slide them inside your pussy. You choke on a moan because you hadn’t expected that so suddenly. He was finger-fucking your pussy greedily. His fingers worked up a frenzy while your hands weakly grabbed his arm to bury your face in. 

“You’re so sweet, so beautiful, baby, oh my God, baby, Y/N, fuck, girl, you’re so fucking sexy, look at my fingers, fuck, look at the way I stuff this pussy with my fingers, shit.”

You couldn’t look no matter how hard you tried. He made you jolt to the rhythm of his fingers. The loud squelching noises coming from your pussy was beyond what you’ve ever heard and experienced. You would have never known your pussy could get this wet if it wasn’t for Erik. Or this stretched with fingers. You find yourself taking a peek and fuck, your pussywas wide open. Erik’s fingers were literally scooping the cream out your pussy. Fingers all fat and curled in that tight puss. Your eyes roll and then just like before, you bury your face into his arm and bite his jacket. 

“You watching me?” he murmured.

“Umph, Daddy, I can’t.”

“Why not?” He curls his fingers further, “Mm, I’m getting that ain’t I?”

“Fuck,” Your mouth unhinged.

After increasing the motion of his fingers to make you moan, Erik takes his fingers out to admire. Slimy, creamy, dripping wet from his fingertips down to his wrist, Erik was starved the way he lapped and sucked on his fingers. You would think he was eating a chef special. This man is a savage. Licking and slurping on his fingers like a famished man. It was so primal and sexy you couldn’t hold back the whimpers from your mouth. 

“Here,” He uses his wet hand to grab your hand firmly, “Touch Daddy dick.”

While you reached into his track pants to grab his heavy and plump dick, Erik uses his fingers yet again to stroke your pussy.

“Let me dig back in there,” He couldn’t be stopped even if there was a gun pointed to his temple. 

“Uh-Uhhh-Uhhhh-Daddy!” 

“Yeah? Yeah, baby girl?” 

“Mmm!” Your legs went up to push your feet into the dashboard. You were sweating, panting, shuddering. His powerful hand slapped against your mound causing you to lift your hips from the seat to fuck his fingers. It’s intense and wild the way he finger-fucks you.

“GIMMIE that FUCKING cum,” he spoke with a gruff tone while twirling his thick fingers in your tight pussy. 

“Oooooo, Babyeee,” You squeeze his dick in your hand as he raked the cum out of your pussy with his fingers alone. He didn’t even need to rub your clit. He was slipping and sliding all around your pussy. His fingers poked and stroked your walls deliciously. 

“Keep stroking this Daddy dick, Y/N, come on,” He barked out with his powerful voice that would have brought you to your knees if it wasn’t for this car.

“I’m trying- Uhhh! Umph! Oooooo, Fffuckkkk! Baybeeee-”

His fingers were rapid, fervent, brutal, thick, merciless.

“YEAH.” He practically roared, “Make a big fucking mess in my seat.” His voice was so damn deep and harsh-sounding. You loved that shit a lot. The complete opposite of hearing him talk in the office during meetings and over the phone. Boy, were you lucky.

His fingers made their way into his mouth again. Erik sucked on each one like they were covered in honey. He started from his pinky all the way to his thumb. That’s how wet you are. You had his entire hand covered in your mess. 

“Baby Girl,” Erik reaches across as he approached a red light to grab the back of your neck, “Suck this Daddy dick.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt before crouching down lower in your seat to lean over his lap. As soon as your face hovered over his lap, Erik smoothed your braids from your cheek and palmed the back of your head to bring your lips closer to his dick. You wrap your stretched lips around him and held on tight as the car rocked and swerved. Erik drove one-handed while his other hand bobbed your head up and down his dick. 

“Suck it like that,” Erik’s hips would lift from the seat a little to pump into your mouth while his hand pets the back of your head, “Good girls like you get a dick in the mouth. You see this dick?” Erik pulled your mouth off of him by gripping your braids, “It’s your Daddy dick, right?”

“Y-yes,” You were horny, pussy soaked, reaching out to stroke him. 

“Give it a nice squeeze,” His black eyes bore into yours before they closed slowly from your little hand wrapped around him tightly, “You know the type of squeeze I’m talking about too,” He smiles.

“Mmm, yes, Daddy-”

“That squeeze that makes my dick jump-”

“Daddy, I want more-”

“This your dick you better suck this motherfucker like it’s yours. Prove it,” Erik spoke roughly. 

You practically felt the way Erik’s body shivered when your lips wrapped around him again. 

“Hmph,” He would make that noise over and over while breathing deeply through his wide nostrils, “Hmph, mhm,” His dick throbbed in your mouth with each suck. Putting on his turn signal, Erik drove into his penthouse garage. His head would slightly lull back and his mouth would open and close while your lips slurped him up. Now you had his eyelids fluttering as he tried to park his car. As soon as he got his car in his spot it was game over. Erik unfastened his seat belt and fully focused his attention on you now that both of you were safely off the road.

Erik dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, “Oh, my God, girl,” He hisses, “You know Daddy needs his dick sucked.”

“MMM, Daddy-” You speak with a mouth full of rock hard pipe. 

“You ain’t going nowhere.” His voice was so gravely and dangerous. It made you shiver.

“Ima’ fuck this pussy up when we get in that house.” 

“Daddy, yes-” You look up at him with soft eyes while your hand jerked his spit covered dick. 

“You wanna suck on me like this, just you wait.” 

“Umph, Daddy-” You talk and moan with a mouth full of dick again. Gotta work that dick until you get every last drop. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl, dassit’, DASSIT’, uh-huh, UGHHH, That’s how you make Daddy nut, baby, I need a nasty bitch to please my dick s-so good-”

That dick came hard and strong in your mouth. All that nut shooting down your throat. You are that nasty bitch. He looked so sexy when he came. Even sexier than he already was. Erik grabs the base of his dick to slap your lips with it. Your hand slithered between your legs to rub your clit. Pussy still soaking wet and ready to be entered. With heavy panting and sighing you climb onto Erik’s lap, get into a squat, and grab his dick. His eyes burned into your face when you took it upon yourself to wedge his expansive pipe into your pussy. He was staring daggers at you. That king-sized dick balls deep in your pussy while your graceful body arched and stretched to fuck him. You didn’t move your hips yet. Your brain was still trying to catch up. Erik didn’t move either. He was too busy glaring at you with his sweaty face. You knew that he wanted you in his penthouse but fuck it, that pussy was aching. 

“Did you really just sit that pussy on my dick?” 

“Umph,” You moan weakly. 

“Y/N,” Erik closes his eyes before staring at you again with dilated pupils, “Did-you-just-sit-that-pussy-on-my-dick?!” 

“Yes,” You cry and whimper.

“Baby,” Erik harshly slaps your ass with an angry mug on his handsome face, “Why,” He does it again, “Would you do that?” He whacked that ass extra hard like he was using a belt, “HUH?!”

“Daddy! Please fuck me! Please!”

“Why the FUCK did you do that?” Now he was striking your ass without stopping. You cave each time he strikes your ass. Swollen and sore, you can’t take it anymore. 

“Answer me,” He growls roughly. 

“Because I want some dick,” You reach behind you to push his hands away but Erik had something for that. He popped that ass again causing your head to fall against his shoulder. 

“Dick hungry, bitch,” He spoke with spite, “Ride this Daddy dick.”

Y/N was so astounded by Erik’s cutthroat and abrupt tone. He was like a two-faced coin. On one side of the coin he was charming and sweet, a man who strives to improve the health of living organisms, and on the other side of the coin, he was dominant with a filthy mouth, some good dick, and strong sex appeal. 

“I don’t feel that pussy gripping my dick you better start bouncing before I pop these big ol’ cheeks on you again…yeah…dassit’…I need this long motherfucker rode just like this, I bet that ass looks so good bouncing off this dick.”

“Daddy, I’m so happy,” You didn’t stop. You kept going. Getting all of Erik’s dick. He was giving you the attention that you needed. 

“You needed some dick deep in your pussy, I believe it, baby.” Erik dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, “I’m in your shit now, fuck that.”

You wanted to show Erik that you are definitely a keeper. You could hear your pussy as you fucked him and you were so wet that his dick easily slid in and out of your tightness. 

“Damn, baby. You’re a motherfucking beast.” Erik praised you.

“Uhhh! Mmmm, baby-”

“What do you want, girl? Making all that fucking noise,” Erik taps your ass, “Talk to me.”

“Daddy, I want it-”

“What the fuck is IT I don’t know what that is, ma.” His hips started pumping up into yours, “Answer me, Y/N. This good grip on my dick, you better use some words that make sense. you asked for it, ma.”

“I wanna cum,” You grab the back of his neck as your eyes roll into your head, “Oh, my God, Daddy-”

“Spread them legs and hold that position, that’s right, pussy look good as fuck taking all this dick. Pussy pumping my dick like you tryna milk me, girl…this how you give a nigga some pussy.”

“Umph! Ahhhh, Baybeee-”

“Cream on it,” Erik commands.

“Daddy-”

“Want me to fuck this pussy for you?” Erik grabs your hips and pushes his dick up into you, “Want Daddy to keep going until you cum? That shit is wet as fuck, ma.”

“Daddy make my pussy feel good,” You open your mouth but no words come out. Erik’s dick was digging deep in your pussy. He stroked with a rhythm of his hips that made you flutter around him. Your cream coated him and the feeling of you gripping him made Erik hold you up with both his hands, slouch in his seat and thrust his hips urgently until you were squirting all over him. 

“Shit, Baby!!!” You speak through clenched teeth while Erik’s hands jiggle your cheeks as you cum on him, “Uhhh! Uhhhhh! uhhhhhh!!!” your strangled moans pierced his ears. You reach your hand out to brace the driver’s side window as your body trembles. 

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Erik’s penthouse has a stunning view of the sprawling city. He was on the 30th floor. That elevator ride was torture. Erik didn’t touch you once while both of you rode the elevator. Your legs quivered and you tried to calm your shaky breaths but his intoxicating smell and the way his sharp onyx eyes would stare across at you made you want to beg for attention. You knew he was doing this on purpose because you hopped up on his dick and practically hit a split. He was such a tease. As good as Erik looked he expected you to wait for the dick? Even when it was out and solid in your face? As soon as you both exit the elevator your arms reach out for him to grab you up and kiss you. Erik caved when he saw you pouting so he sucked on your bottom lip before taking full advantage of your entire mouth with his thick wiggling tongue. His hands squeezed and mashed your breasts together while his thumbs softly plucked your nipples through your tracksuit hoodie. 

“Nipples so hard, daaammnn” He wrapped his lips around yours again.

They were painfully hard. Before Erik could even open his door he unzipped your tracksuit jacket, pulled the left cup of your bra down, and released your whole breast. His lips slurped on your nipple. You reach your hand around to cradle the back of his neck while you arch into his mouth. Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads caused him to groan softly and wrinkle the fabric of your tracksuit jacket with his clenched fists. You enjoyed watching his plump lips draw your nipple into his mouth. Erik has his eyes closed and one of his hands coming up to pull down the other cup to your bra so he could taste that nipple too. 

“I just know this shit feels good as fuck the way you grabbing for my dick,” He flicked your nipple with his tongue, “Uh-huh, I’m still nice and heavy for you, Baby Girl, see these nuts,” Erik dragged your hand down to make you wrap your fingers around his balls, “Not only does my shit get rock hard, imma shoot like a fucking rocket launcher in that pussy with all this cum in my balls fucking around with you.” 

“Umph, Daddy fill this pussy up-”

“Oh, I’m hitting that pussy without question, ain’t no pulling out either.”

“Fuck yeah, Daddy-”

“Hitting pussy deep does things to me,” Erik chuckles, “See, I needed you from the start. I needed a little baby that’s with all the smoke. I don’t fuck around, Y/N.”

“Please me, Daddy,” You whisper, “fill my pussy up.”

“I’m not stopping when I’m in these guts. Bust it wide open like you never felt before.”

You shudder. Erik finally takes his keys from his pants to open the doors. Once fully opened, luxury awaited you ahead. Breathtaking and definitely out of your price range. You imagined Erik fucking you against one of his ceiling to floor windows with the risk of being seen. As you looked around his living room, Erik came up behind you to take off your tracksuit jacket and bra. 

“You want something to drink? He asked softly while sprinkling kisses along your shoulder. 

“No,” You tell him with a shake of your head. You were too busy whimpering from his mouth sucking on your skin while his hands came up and around to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. 

“Something to eat?” His tongue trailed up the side of your neck before sucking on your earlobe.

“Some dick?” You whisper. 

“The only food you getting outta this dick is all this nut in your belly when I bust all up in you.”

You were convinced enough and determined to come out of the rest of your clothes. That one dick down in the car was just a little taste of what Erik could do. You needed Erik to consume you. Invade your pussy with a force so you can feel everything. Imprison your body so you can obey his every command. You’d be submissive for Erik with the K. Velour pants and panties down and around your ankles, Erik is on his knees behind you kissing and tonguing your ass. Loose-jointed, you bend forward and grab your ankles to give him better access to your wet pussy from the back. Erik was having a moment with your pussy when he stared at it from that position. Phat lips puckered and ready to be nibbled and sucked on. Clit erect and dripping with your juices. He began eating it like it’s the most important meal of the day. He enjoyed making your pussy drip in his mouth each time he ate it up. Erik stands up with a deep sigh and a face covered in your wetness with his finger in your pussy now, twirling it around and sinking it in. His other hand would slap your ass with little force just to watch it bounce. You twerk your cheeks to give him something else to focus on and that’s when you hear him grunt and mumble your name. He was loving your thick ass. 

“Thick. Phat. Pussy,” Erik slips his finger out to suck on, “Tryna get fucked like this?”

“Yesss, mmm-”

“Shit, I’m fucking and sucking this pussy like this. The best position to suck pussy, ask for this dick like a good bitch.”

“Ummph, Daddy, Please-” The moaning and whimpering you were doing were driving him crazy.

“I’m tryna’ pound some pussy tonight so I’m gon’ need you to tell me what you want.” He spoke with a harsh tone.

“Fill me up, Daddy-”

“Forever telling Daddy to fill it up,” Erik whacked your ass making it sting, “Talk to Daddy. I’m tryna dig it out real proper. C’ mon, ma, I’m listening to that body and she tells me what she needs but I need you to open that mouth and beg me if you want it deep in that pussy.”

“Oh, Daddy. Fuck my tight pussy baby. Cum in me Daddy. I wanna feel your cum leak from my pussy.”

“Yeah, that’s how you beg for this Daddy dick. Get on the couch and point that ass in the air.”

You walk over to the couch and arched over it with your face smashed into the couch cushions. Erik came up behind you to position you better before undressing himself. Turning your head, you could see Erik’s reflection in the glass of one of his ceiling to floor windows. That dynamic body and whopping pipe all yours to play with. Erik’s large masculine hands smoothed over your ass and up your spine.

“Girl, this beautiful ass. You love being on your stomach don’t you?”

“Ahhh, yes-” 

“That’s right,” Erik smacked your pussy with the weight of his dick, “lay on your stomach and give me that fucking pussy.”

“Right there Daddy,” You hold your pussy lips open while rubbing your engorged clit, “Fuck me, baby, Ahhh!”

Erik’s dick spread you open and almost made you explode right then and there. He was already ruining your ass and this was just the second fuck. 

“Right there, Daddy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-” Erik had you making all types of noises. 

“That motherfucking ARCH,” Erik started grinding in your pussy and you could feel it in your soul. Erik held fast to the back of the couch above your head and plunged his stiff, throbbing, anxiously awaiting dick inside you. You were afraid to move; the sensation was so euphoric you were sure if he moved even an inch, it would be over long before it started. That didn’t even include the tolerance of pain you endured from the intense pounding. This nut-busting position had you spasming and gyrating rhythmically, grinding Erik deeper inside your pussy. Even laying there under Erik with your ass arched over the couch and his dick blowing your back out you couldn’t control the urge to feel his dick up to the hilt of your pussy. You look back at him through your braids, gazing into his dark and sexy eyes and increased the speed at which you circled his dick with your pussy. 

“Keep that arch,” Erik pressed down in the middle of your back, “I don’t care how hard I’m hitting this pussy keep that fucking back arched.”

“Daddy, FUCK-” This position turned Erik into a monster. 

“You got Daddy’s big dick all in you, girl. Got my balls slapping this juicy pussy.”

“Oh, Erik, baby, fuck me hard, baby,” You sobbed while Erik’s powerfully built hips smashed and banged into your ass causing it to rebound. “Fuck me, FUCK MEEEEE.” You beg through clenched teeth. Erik’s grimace revealed that he felt good to the core. He reached under you to rub your clit.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” You cried, backing your twat into his meat while looking back at him through the curtain of braids in your hair. Your elbows gave out and now you were going down further into the couch on your chest with an even deeper arch in your back. Erik was killing you. You knew you fucked up changing positions when you could feel that thing in your heart. 

“I’m beating this phat pussy! Love me a phat puss…can’t have it no other way,” Two aggressive blows to your ass had you moaning like a bitch in heat being split in half. 

“Make you cum on this dick since you had me waiting on this wet pussy for a year.” With spite, Erik beat that ass real good before grabbing hold of your hips to drag that cum out of you. The anger in his gravelly voice was your downfall. Your thighs shook and Erik’s hands went up squeeze your ass cheeks as you squirt all over his fancy couch. Your pussy twitched when his dick slipped out. You needed a moment. That body still arched. 

                                                                                                                    “Umphhh, Daddy, oh my God,” Erik was eating your pussy from the back while stroking his dick. You look at him with a struggle even when his eyes were intent on yours. Staring at you while slurping you’re pussy up with his hand wrapped around that thick dick. 

“Here, Daddy,” You rub your hand along your spread open pussy, “I wanna watch you eat my pussy, Baby.” 

“I will suck and lick the fuck outta’ that pussy you ain’t even gotta ask, ma,” Erik flipped your body over and pulled your legs over his shoulders. His mouth kissed your clit making it good and wet. Your pussy was like a leaky faucet every time he put his lips, tongue, and fingers in your pussy. Erik could put you to sleep with the way his mouth clung to your pussy. He was teasing the hell out of your knob and making it jump against his tongue. 

“Yes, Daddy! You’re a good Daddy, Eat me, eat me!”

“I gotchu, let me know if it’s too much,” His thick raspy voice teased you before his tongue pointed and hooked right under the hood of your clit to flick it. Rock-a-bye baby for sure because your eyes closed and your mouth dropped open and damn near dangled each time he licked with that violent tongue and slurped up your clit. 

Coming up for air, Erik thumbed your clit, “I’m doing this on the regular, I need it in my face. Nothing like playing with a phat puss-”

“Oooooo, oh, yeah, baby-”

“Who do you belong to?” Erik struck your inner thigh, “Answer me…who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“Mmmm, you, Daddy-” You gasp when your fresh juices coat Erik’s tongue as he sucked your bulging clit. He was going to make you squirt immediately. You really wanted to apologize at first for ruining his couch like this but it was his own damn fault. 

“Oh, This is what I’m talking about,” He growled. Erik picked you up from the couch and laid you flat on his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. The crisp white contrasted beautifully with your bronze skin. 

“I wanna pin your legs down and make you take all this long dick, no pulling out.” 

You nibble your bottom lip while watching Erik position his athletic and robust body between your shaky thighs. The muscles in his body flexed as he brought your nimble legs up and back so your knees touched the carpet. He locked your ankles in his hands before his dick pressed inside to fuck you long, with hard strokes. You could hear your pussy lips spread each time he went in and out. His lips claimed yours again so he could feel the vibration of your moans in his mouth. He was up on his fists while his hips swiveled and stroked inside of you. Erik caused you to look around the room like you were on a different planet because you weren’t sure at that point if it’s your pussy he fucking so good.

Erik grabs your jaw to make you look at him, “I want you to feel every inch of this curve filling up ya’ walls while I deep stroke ya’ guts.” Your eyes were closing on him each time he twisted his dick deeper in your hole.

“Imma have you cumming over and over and over again on my dick,” Erik looked down to watch your pussy throb around him, “Girl, you clenching it so hard, I’m pulling ya lips while I fuck it up.”

“Umph,” Your eyes roll back as tears stream down your face. He held his dick deep on purpose. He wanted you to feel every inch of him to remind you that this is what you’ll be getting any time. 

Erik shook his head. He watched your sexy ass for a whole year and knew you were going to be a good fuck. 

“You can’t even form words cus’ it feels so damn good,” Erik gently kissed your throat, “You can’t even look me in my eyes cus’ every time you try,” Erik pulled all the way out to his fat tip then slammed right back in, “I start hitting-that-spot-HARD,” Erik stuck his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues swirled but the second he hit your G-spot you let out a sharp moan and push at his chest. Erik’s forehead crashed against yours. You reach up weakly to grab his face with both of your hands. Sweat clung to every crevice of your bodies. 

Onyx met Chestnut.

You felt his body overheat and spasm. His large arms cradle you as his hips weakly pumped onto yours. Erik’s dreads tickled your cheek and the air from his nose made the hair along your neck stand up. He still delivered strong strokes even at a slow pace. Daddy better nut in your pussy if he keeps fucking you like this. The shit was so good both of your mouths stayed open. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

“That’s that, Daddy, you hitting that spot, stroke it-”

“MMMM DAYUMMMMM,” Erik uttered in a low gruff tone. He sat up onto his hands to stare you in the eyes while his dick encircled your tight puss before pulsating and rippling inside of you, releasing his thick cum deep inside of you. So deep with the way his jacked hips flexed. You let out another sharp moan with a stupefied expression on your face. Erik looked you up and down with a crease of his brow before slipping his length out slowly. You moan weakly with a pout of your lips. You fucked up as soon as your eyes drop down to stare at Erik’s thick veiny erection dripping with his cum and yours. 

He gave you that look that said he would give you all of the pleasure you desire and deserve when you’re with him.

____________________

7:15 AM

Your eyes try and focus around you but the wide ceiling to floor mirrors allowing the morning sun to enter blinded you. You pull the covers over your head, seeing nothing but white around you like you escaped to heaven under those warm sheets. Your naked body curled up and your eyes fight to stay open but the thread count in these sheets cuddled you perfectly. Just when you wanted sleep to overcome you again, Someone settled in the bed next to you, pulling the covers back from your eyes. You whimper, covering your face before peeking between your fingers to look up into a sexy face with a dazzling smile and tousled dreads.

“Morning, Big Head,” Erik laughed and you couldn’t help but smile even though you hated when he talked about your head shape. 

Rubbing your heavy eyes, you blink up at him, “Shut up, Stevens.”

“You don’t wanna hear my voice now,” Erik sneaks his hand under the covers to tickle your foot, “HUH?!”

“No! No! I do! Stop itttt,” You jerk your foot away and sit up to hide them. He bit down on his bottom lip with a smile showing his deep dimples. Erik was shirtless, herculean body looking mouth-watering on that Tuesday morning. You nibble on your lip as your eyes drag over his frame. If only you didn’t have to go to work. Luckily, Erik lived closer to the company. If he keeps looking at you the way he currently was with those intense eyes you just might call out. 

“Mm,” Erik reaches out to grab your chin before giving you a passionate good morning kiss with his tongue down your throat. Erik pulled your naked body up and into his lap. The feeling of his warm skin against yours in the morning was exactly what you wanted to look forward to with him.

“I don’t wanna go to work now,” You kiss his neck, “I wanna stay with you, in this bed, all morning.”

“That sounds,” He lets out a deep sigh as your tongue trailed down his Adam’s apple, “So damn good, but I gotta meet with Bio-Med Tech this afternoon-FUCK, Y/N,” Erik grabs your braids to stop you, “Calm down, kitty kat.”

“Daddy,” You take your teeth to pull on his bottom lip, “Please…”

“Oh, my God,” He chuckles before grabbing your neck lightly, “Stop it, girl. I got you after work, okay? I promise,” He pecked your lips softly, “I got you….”

You roll your eyes but the kisses he gave to your forehead caused you to blush. How could you be mad at him?

“I got breakfast for you in the kitchen, and some hibiscus tea.” 

“You remembered that’s my favorite tea!” 

“I pay attention,” Erik kissed your hair, “Get cleaned up, baby. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

It was torture watching him leave that room in just his briefs. Groaning, you get up from the comfy bed and head to the bathroom to shower.  After your long steaming shower that helped with your tense muscles, you rub down with some of Erik’s shea butter whip before walking butt naked back to his room. You grab your faux fur tote from Erik’s closet to pull out today’s attire. Light grey turtleneck dress that was form-fitting with a pair of Fendi boots in black satin. You apply oil to your scalp and spray down with Chanel No.5. Diamond studs, Fendi clutch in hand, You walk out of Erik’s room and towards the kitchen. Holding a mug of coffee in his hand taking careful sips while staring at his phone gave you a chance to admire him. Light brown tailored suit with Salvatore Ferragamo eyeglasses in rose gold over his eyes, dreads combed to the side, onyx earrings in his ears that matched the color of his eyes. Your legs felt like jello.

“Is that bagel for me?” You spoke sweetly while pointing to a half bit bagel on a napkin.

“Nah,” Erik points to your plate filled with scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and a large buttery croissant, “That’s you.”

You really just wanted to eat him.

“Last night was…” You place some of your braids behind your ear while gripping the edge of the kitchen island. 

Erik looked you up and down, bringing that coffee mug closer to his lips, “Was?”

“You raise both of your brows, “Um, I think you know what I’m trying to say,” you tease.

“Nah, talk to me.” He picks up his bagel to take a large bite. Erik’s tongue swipes the corner of his mouth to catch the crumbs.

“You fucked me so well-”

“I told you, didn’t I?” He swallowed his food, “Didn’t I tell you that I was gonna take care of that thing and fix that stiff back?” He raises a brow while waiting for your response. 

“See,” You walk over towards him, “You can’t talk to me like that and think I won’t drop to my knees right now and suck your dick.”

Erik smiles at you while darkness clouded his eyes. He chuckled before taking his finger to scrape some cream cheese from his bagel. Erik brings his finger to your mouth, dragging it along your lower lip, “Suck on Daddy Dick?”

“Yessss,” You moan, “Pleaseeee.”

“Ma,” Erik slips his finger in your mouth and watches you suck on it, “You can suck on this long dick later, aight?”

Your pussy was twitching. Clit jumping in your panties. 

He was playing with you.

Working you up to a horny mess.

“You coppin’ an attitude?” Erik’s eyes squinted down at you.

“No,” You don’t quite meet his eyes.

“Keep it that way unless you want me to fix you.”

Your jaw went tight.

“Now go eat,” Erik finished off his bagel before palming your ass hard, walking away. 

______________

“Good morning,” Regina gave you a tired smile. She went back to focusing on her phone. Everyone was rather sluggish today except for you of course. Erik gave you a lot of energy. A body fueled and ready for round two, three, four, and five.

“No rest?” You ask with a chipper tone.

“Not much, my show came on last night,” Regina glanced up at you, “What is in your morning tea? You’re acting really jolly.”

“Just hibiscus and honey,” You grin, “Tasty.”

“Um, Y/N? Is there something that you aren’t telling me? Something juicy and exciting to help me get through this morning?”

“You cross your leg over the other while typing in your login information to your desktop, “Just know that I slept good knowing that I’m taken care of.”

“Y/N,” Regina’s eyes grew wide before she gasped, “No you didn’t-”

“Sis, I did that,” You giggle softly at Regina’s reaction. This girl was ready to jump out of her seat and do her famous two-step with her tongue poked out. You clutch your forehead and quietly laugh to yourself. 

“BITCH,” Regina spoke quietly, “Tell me everything.”

“Later,” You kiss your teeth when Regina pouted, “Too many virgin ears around.”

“Girl, please,” Regina rolls her eyes, “Calvin was just talking about how he got fucked in the butt over the weekend.”

You grimace.

Erik rode the elevator with you but didn’t get off on the fifth floor. Instead, he got off on the 3rd floor; Bio-Tech Department. That’s where Erik worked before he decided to move to the fifth floor to work as an Environmental Engineer. He said the people he worked with were envious of his achievements and it slowly became a competition every time he came to work. Erik was responsible for the design and equipment of devices such as artificial internal organs and machines for diagnosing medical problems. He even won a few NAACP awards for his medical research and technological skills. Work bae wouldn’t be in his office for another few hours at least. Now, you really had to suck it up and work even though Regina did make the experience fun. 

Slowly but surely, 11:07 AM rolled around and you just got finished filing in the database. It took forever only because you allowed it to pile up. Cracking your knuckles, you grab your water bottle, taking a long sip because your throat was dry. Regina was too busy singing to herself and typing away in her email.

“How many times are you going to stare at his office?” Regina didn’t even have to look at you to know that that’s exactly what you’re currently doing.

Not too long it seems.

“Erik, Good morning, friend,” Regina’s eyes danced with humor, “Did BioTech piss you off?”

“They want me back on that floor, not gonna happen,” Erik’s eyes landed on you before scanning your body, “What’s up? Nice dress,” He licked his lips.

“T-thanks,” You take in a deep breath while giving him a small smile. The little stare down between you both felt like it lasted for hours but it was only five seconds. 

“Time to work, lunch later, Y/N?”

“Definitely,” You blush.

“Cool,” Erik places his hand on your shoulder before squeezing it. You fight the urge to bring your hand up to caress his. His hand slowly leaves your shoulder before his fingertips discreetly tickle your neck. You shivered. 

“I see you took my advice,” Regine smiled wickedly.

12:20 PM.

Absolutely bored and tired of getting up to grab water, you pull out a book to read, You Can’t Touch My Hair by Phoebe Robinson. You pick up a pineapple from your container of fruit that you purchased from the food court, bringing it to your mouth. In the middle of chewing, an IM comes through on your desktop computer. 

Erik.

-Looking real yummy today. 

-Thank you, Daddy.

-What do you want for lunch?

-Bend me up like a pretzel and fuck me good.

-Now you got me wanting to check in with that pussy to see if she straight. 

-How is that phat wet puss doing?

You glance right and then left before placing your book face down and leaning your chair in closer to your desk. You open your legs, ankles wobbling with need, taking your hand to rub the crotch of your panties. Definitely drenched. 

-Super wet, Daddy. 

-Then I gotta get in them guts. Put that puss to good use. You feel me?

-Please me pleaseeee babyyyyy.

You shake with need in your seat. That underwear was wedged tightly around your ass while the crotch of your panties molded around your wet pussy practically wrinkling the thin fabric. 

-Last night I was looking down like, damn…she don’t know where she at right now. Dick had you dazed.

That’s how good he was fucking you.

-Because you were in there so deep. I couldn’t believe it.

-You woke me all the way up this morning.

You could feel your phone vibrate against the desk. Picking it up, you see a message from Erik. An image attachment. Swallowing spit, you open your phone, pulling up your text messages and gasped lightly to the sight of Erik’s dick curved in his light brown slacks. 

Ping Ping

-Just wanna make my baby girl pussy feel good.

You look towards the ceiling. That wasn’t the best because if you looked at him you would risk it all. Your job. His job. All of it. 

-I need that mouth again. You got some serious talent.

-Daddy, stop it!

You really wanted to get up, walk to that bathroom, pull your dress up, arch over the sink, pull the crotch of your soiled panties to the side, finger-fuck that wet pussy, and take a picture of your sloppy mess. 

-Then you can let Daddy devour that sweet little pussy.

-Imma lick that shit up.

-Wow, girl.

You had enough. Ignoring Erik’s scorching messages you lift from your seat to go to the bathroom. Fuck that, you needed to play all in your pussy. Lock that bathroom stall and go to town on that juice box. Mistakenly, you lock eyes with Erik. He sat back in his chair, swiveling from side to side with a vacant expression on his face. But those eyes…those eyes said it all.

He was suffering as well.

Ping Ping.

Your phone wasn’t safe from him either.

Erik- Where are you going, girl? 

[shereeluvssinners]

'Black Panther 3': David Jonsson to Play T'Challa II

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'Black Panther 3': David Jonsson to Play T'Challa II

David Jonsson will portray grown-up T'Challa II, Toussaint' in 'Black Panther 3' coming to theaters December 2028.

[nika324]

👀 Lemme do my Googles bc I’m not familiar.

[86jodeci]

[86jodeci]

[nika324]

📍National African American Museum📍

7/22/26

What an experience. Grateful for The Ones before us. 💚❤️🖤

There was way too many white people in that mf.

[chi3fkeefsblog]

OMG WAIT. did you go to the one in Washington because if so, i was there too!

[nika324]

Yessss lol. @chi3fkeefsblog

We was there from noon to like 5pm that day. It was so much to see. You were there that day too?

[nika324]

📍National African American Museum📍

7/22/26

What an experience. Grateful for The Ones before us. 💚❤️🖤

There was way too many white people in that mf.

[ruesdeluxe]

[biglibrat]

𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱

[ruesdeluxe]

[biglibrat]

𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱

[digitalgawdess]

😍😍 - This small detail was everything

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

That ear gets them ready!

[wakandas-vibranium]

Keep Your Enemies Close…

Summary: Yet another heated argument between you and your coworker turned into undeniable chemistry, leading to a night neither of you could pretend to forget once the storm cleared.

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Plus-sized Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, smutty smut, explicit language, use of the n-word, bratty!reader, smug!erik, work rivalry, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, snowed-in cabin, one-bed trope, hate sex, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, size kink, foot fetish, creampie

Word count: 6.8k (idk why I keep getting carried away lmaooo)

For fanfic contest winner @eye-raq 🥰🥰🥰

The engineering floor was already loud that morning. Printers whining, keyboards clacking, phones ringing, but nothing cut through the noise like him.

“Erik,” you griped, holding his latest project binder like it offended you personally, “your documentation reads like you wrote it while upside down… in the dark…drunk off your ass.”

Across the table, Erik Stevens lifted his head slowly, long locs grazing his cheek, jaw flexing. He didn’t even bother to look at the binder.

“I build the thing,” he said, voice low and aggravatingly smooth. “You just write about it.”

You blinked a few times before a petty smile tugged at your lips.

“Oh? That must be why page twelve says, ‘DO NOT TOUCH THIS PART OR… uh…BAD STUFF HAPPENS.’ Real technical, Stevens. OSHA would love that.”

A couple interns in the hallway scattered like roaches as Erik pushed off his stool, standing at full height. Tall enough to make you annoyed at God for giving him that advantage. He leaned over your desk, bracing a hand beside your keyboard.

“You really lose sleep over this shit, huh?” he questioned. “Over my handwriting? Over my notes?”

“Over your ego,” you corrected. “That thing needs a full engineering team of its own.”

He scoffed, chuckling under his breath like you were both ridiculous…and slightly entertaining.

You flipped to the last page and held it up for him. “Erik. This says ‘fix later.’ That’s it. That’s the whole instruction.”

“Because I was gonna fix it later.”

“WHEN?” you snapped. “In the afterlife? During your reincarnation? Because—”

“Alright, enough.”

Both of you turned as your department director, Brayden, stepped between you with a look reserved for toddlers and chaos goblins.

“You two,” he said, pointing from you to Erik like he was conducting a traffic stop, “are doing a mandatory team-building retreat. Tomorrow. Mountains. Holiday Lodge. Pack a bag.”

You and Erik protested in unison.

“I’m not going with him.”

“I’m not going with her.”

Your boss didn’t even blink. “Too bad. You’re already booked.”

Erik crossed his arms. “I got real work to do.”

“So do I,” you quipped. “I have to fix his manuals before someone gets electrocuted.”

Brayden rubbed his temples like he was actively reconsidering his career choices.

“Listen. Cabin. Mountains. Two days. The storm hasn’t hit yet so you’ll make it up there just fine. Come back Monday acting like adults.”

Erik shot you a look, and you shot him one right back, both of you fighting the urge to stick out your tongue and shoot a bird.

Brayden sighed deeply. “Dear God. Please try not to kill each other.”

Erik leaned closer, dropping his voice just for you. “No promises, Y/N.”

You smiled sweetly and whispered back. “Good. Cause I ain’t promising shit.”

Erik’s truck rumbled through the mountain road like it had an attitude, which made sense, because its owner definitely did.

You sat in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, glaring at the windshield like it personally wronged you. Snowflakes drifted lazily against the glass, but the real chill was inside the car.

He hadn’t said a word since picking you up, so you didn’t either.

Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen before he broke the silence, exhaling sharply through his nose before asking, “You always breathe this loud?”

You turned your head slowly, giving him the driest look known to mankind.

“You always drive like an old-ass nigga?”

He gripped the wheel tighter, jaw ticking. “Woman—”

“What?” you snapped. “Speak up. I know you struggle with using your goddamn words.”

He muttered something under his breath that definitely wasn’t workplace appropriate.

As the drive continued, you caught him glancing at you more than once. At your thighs in those skin-tone-colored leggings. At your lips when you took a sip from the raspberry tea in your travel mug. At the way your ombré box braids fell over your shoulder.

He looked away every time, like it irritated him.

Good, you thought. It wasn’t your fault you were the sexiest person to ride in his passenger seat.

You checked the retreat itinerary on your phone. Brayden signed y’all up for damn near everything: workshops, icebreakers, and holiday mixers.

You groaned under your breath. “If they make me do one trust fall, I’m quittin’ on the spot.”

Erik snorted. “You don’t trust niggas anyway.”

“Especially not yo ass.”

“Good,” he muttered. “Keep it that way.”

There was another long moment of silence until you leaned forward to adjust the heat vent.

Erik grumbled, “Should’ve brought some goddamn noise-cancelling headphones…”

You didn’t even look at him. “Should’ve brought a fuck for me to give.”

His fingers clenched the wheel harder. “Oh, I got one,” he muttered.

“Oh yeah? Where? In the glove compartment?”

He pressed his lips together like he was physically restraining himself, but then the snow started picking up. Thick flurries and steady wind, and the road got whiter by the second.

Erik slowed down without you having to tell him. You hated that it was responsible and attractive all at once.

By the time the navy blue Silverado pulled into the lodge grounds, the sky was a full winter postcard. Dark grey clouds, drifting snow, and pine trees dusted like powdered sugar. It would’ve been beautiful if you weren’t stuck with him.

You hopped out before he even cut the engine. Snow crunched under your boots as you marched toward the main lodge. Erik followed, long strides eating the ground behind you. “You don’t even know where you going,” he called.

“I’d rather be lost in the snow than walk next to you.”

“Shit, me too,” he retorted. “A nigga already tired of all the noise you make.”

You didn’t flip him off, but it was in the front of your mind.

Inside, the lobby was warm and cozy with fireplaces, wreaths, and twinkle lights. A real winter wonderland, and neither of you cracked a smile once.

At the front desk, the receptionist beamed. “Welcome! Name?”

You gave your name, and Erik gave his.

She typed and typed, but her smile faltered. “Oh… okay, so… hm…this must be a glitch…I’m not—well, let me double-check something…”

Erik stepped forward. “What glitch?”

She winced at his agitated tone. “Well… due to the incoming storm, some guests canceled. Some rooms…uh…combined? And it looks like you two were assigned…the same room.”

You glared. Erik blinked. The receptionist swallowed.

“And…it also appears there’s only…one working room left in your cabin. With one bed. King-sized.”

Silence only lasted for half a second.

“I know you fuckin’ lying,” you complained.

“Hell nah,” Erik echoed.

The receptionist tried to smile again, but it was the kind people wear during emotional distress. “I’m so sorry, but everything else is booked because of the weather…and the storm is expected to hit harder tonight. You’re…um—lucky you made it up here at all.”

You and Erik turned to each other. You blinked. He glared. The receptionist slid the key across the counter like she was offering a peace treaty.

“Cabin 19,” she giggled nervously. “Have a wonderful holiday!”

The second you stepped outside the lodge, the cold slapped you like it had personal beef. Snowflakes stuck to your eyelashes, wind cut through your coat, and the path to Cabin 19 was a long stretch of frigid misery.

Behind you, Erik dragged both your suitcases with the casual strength of someone who never skipped a day in the gym. His long locs were dusted with snow, his breath fogging in the air as he muttered. “This some bullshit.”

“You volunteering for the couch when we get there?” you shot back, boots crunching.

“Couch? I’m not even sleepin’ in the same room as you.”

You snorted. “Man, be serious. You can barely handle cold weather with yo Oakland-raised ass. Your knees probably crying under those pants.”

He stopped walking and then slowly looked you up and down, long enough to be disrespectful, and then smirked. “Worry about your own knees, Mama. I heard you don’t like kneeling for too long anyway.”

You whipped around, scandalized. “EXCUSE ME?”

He shrugged, biting back a laugh. “I’m just saying. Lotta power in them thighs. Probably gotta conserve energy and shit.”

You threw a handful of snow at him. He ate the impact, dusted it off his chest, and smirked wider. “See? Aggressive for no reason.”

“NO REASON?” you snapped. “YOU STARTED IT, ERIK.”

“And you finish it every time.” His voice dipped lower, too close to flirtatious for your comfort.

You spun and stormed ahead. “Can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Good,” he said behind you. “I like the view from back here anyway.”

Your steps faltered for a moment before you continued your stride, but he definitely saw, and he enjoyed how he got under your skin far too much.

Cabin 19 sat at the edge of the woods. It was cozy, snow-dusted, with warm light glowing in the windows like something out of a movie. You were too annoyed to appreciate it.

Erik unlocked the door, brushed past you, and stomped his boots on the entry mat. You stepped inside behind him, toes off your boots, and nearly gasped in awe. It was beautiful. High wooden beams, a gigantic stone fireplace, fur blankets draped over the couch, and pine wreaths littered with soft holiday lights. You hated that you loved it.

“What?” Erik said, tossing his gloves on the table. “Don’t tell me you impressed.”

“I ain’t even say nothing.”

“You ain’t have to. Your face doing the most.”

You glared at him, and he glared right back; then the heater kicked on and immediately shut off with a loud, metallic clunk.

You blinked. He blinked.

“…the hell was that?” he muttered.

You walked over to the thermostat and tapped it. No blinking lights and no hum. The cabin was losing heat fast.

You turned slowly. “Erik?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Can’t engineers fix this?”

He stared at you like you’d asked him to build a spaceship. “It’s a heating unit, not a damn battle mech. I don’t even have my tools.”

You crossed your arms. “Wow. So you’re useless.”

He stepped closer, towering over you with that beautifully irritating height of his. “Say that shit again.”

You swallowed, breath catching despite yourself.

He smirked knowingly. “Yeah. That’s what the fuck I thought.”

He walked past you to the fireplace, kneeling to check the logs.

“This the only heat source we got right now,” he said. “Good thing one of us knows how to start a fire.”

“Oh, nigga please—”

“Be quiet and watch.” His tone was overly confident and warm, borderline sinful.

He struck a match, set the logs, and coaxed the flame until it roared to life. The sparks were dancing, firelight casting gold across his locs and shoulders.

You hated how good he looked doing basic survival tasks. He sat back on his heels, glancing up at you.

“Don’t start clapping for a nigga,” he teased. “I know you impressed.”

“It was literally a match,” you deadpanned.

“Yeah, but you lookin’ at me like I invented fire.”

“I—” You choked. “I am not!”

“Sure,” he said, standing. “Whatever’s gonna help you sleep tonight.”

You marched into the bedroom to escape him, which was a big mistake because there was only one bed. One enormous, fluffy, fur-blanketed bed…in a single-room cabin.

You groaned so loud it echoed. “Oh, FUCK no.”

Erik stepped in behind you, took one look at the bed, and hissed through his teeth. “Man—this retreat already starting with disrespect.”

You spun. “We’re not sharing.”

“Good,” he said. “I’d rather sleep outside.”

“Be my guest.”

“I will.”

You pointed toward the window. “Snow is literally rising as we speak.”

He shrugged. “So?”

“So?!” you snapped. “You’re gonna freeze!”

He smirked. “Aw. You worried about me?”

“I ain’t say all that…”

“Then I’m good.”

You both stared at each other, irritated, stubborn, and breathing too hard. As the fire crackled loudly in the other room, the snowstorm intensified outside.

He took a step closer, and you didn’t back up, so he took another step, but you still didn’t move. Now he was inches away, much closer than coworkers should be, closer than enemies should ever get.

His voice dropped before asking, “You scared you might actually like sharing a bed with me, Y/N?”

You scoffed, but your pulse jumped. “I don’t like anything about you.”

“Lie again.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

He leaned in, breath brushing your cheek, eyes dropping to your lips for half a second too long. “Thought so.”

Your heart hammered, but somehow your pride held firm.

“We’re not sharing,” you blurted.

He smirked. “Aight. Then you can sleep by the fire.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He gestured lazily toward the living room. “You scared of the dark?”

You stepped into his space fully. “You are infuriating.”

He grinned slowly and wickedly, inviting trouble. “And what the fuck does that make you?”

The tension was electric, one spark away from igniting.

The cabin lights flickered twice, then everything went dark. The heater died first, followed by the overheads and then the gentle hum of appliances.

The cabin was filled with silence. The snow pounding against the windows like iron fists was the only audible sound.

You inhaled sharply. “Erik…?”

He cursed under his breath. “Shit. It looks like the storm kicked out the power.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed at mother nature herself. “Of course we are.”

He grabbed your wrist surprisingly gently and guided you toward the living room, where the fireplace still glowed. “Stay close, Mama.”

You snatched your hand back. “I am close.”

“Good,” he muttered. “Try not to wander off and fall into a snowbank.”

You sat on the fur blanket in front of the fire, refusing to look at him. The wind howled outside, the storm raging harder than either of your attitudes.

Erik tossed a few extra logs onto the flames, the fire crackling hotter and brighter, throwing gold across his arms and locs as he worked.

You hated how good he looked illuminated like that. You hated that he knew you noticed.

He dusted off his hands. “This storm’s gonna trap us in here all night.”

“Fantastic.”

“No heater,” he continued, settling across from you. “No lights. No extra blankets. Gonna get cold.”

You eyed the flames. “I’ll manage.”

He huffed a laugh. “Right. Sure.”

You glared. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t know me, nigga.”

“Oh, I know your dramatic ass good and plenty.” He ranted. “You think I don’t notice how cold you get at work when the AC drops below seventy-three degrees? But yeah, you muhfuckin Ororo Munroe, so you’ll survive.”

You grabbed a fur throw and pulled it dramatically over your shoulders.

He had the audacity to smirk.

The minutes that passed turned into half an hour. The temperature dropped significantly. The kind of cold that traveled all the way down to your bones. 

You scooted closer to the fire without thinking, and so did Erik. Somehow, without either of you consciously deciding to do so, your knees brushed against each other. You both froze, but neither of you pulled away.

The fire popped loudly, orange sparks dancing upward. Erik’s gaze slid to where your knees touched, then slowly traveled upward to your thighs and your waist, stopping on your face.

His jaw tightened. “You cold?”

“Nope.”

“You lying.”

He reached over, grabbed the end of the fur blanket, and tugged it over himself too. Now you were forced to shift closer or lose the warmth completely.

Your shoulders grazed as your thighs pressed together under the blanket. Your breath caught, unsteady and embarrassingly audible. Erik noticed of course and leaned in slightly, voice low.

“You shake like that every time you sit next to me?”

You swallowed. “Nah. Just when you won’t shut the fuck up.”

His lips twitched like he was suppressing a grin. “That right?”

You glared at him, but your voice softened without permission. “You think you’re irresistible.”

He leaned even closer, the firelight gilding his features, eyes locked on yours with a focus that felt dangerous.

“And you think you don’t stare at me every time I fix something in the office.”

Your face heated. “I don’t stare.”

“You do.” He reached forward and brushed a snowflake from your braid, slowly and deliberately. “You staring right now.”

You tried to look away, but your eyes were glued to his face.

The air thickened. and your breath hitched. Erik Stevens, your workplace nemesis, professional irritant, and human nightmare, shifted closer until your noses brushed.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he murmured.

Your pulse pounded as the fire crackled and the wind slammed against the cabin walls.

“Admit that you been wanting a nigga,” he whispered again, kobicha brown eyes dropping briefly to your lips.

You opened your mouth to deny it or to insult him, but the words tangled in your throat, refusing to come out.

He saw your silence and confirmed the truth inside it.

Slowly his hand slid to your waist, careful and testing, like he expected you to shove him away, but you didn’t.

You inhaled sharply, your body betraying you entirely.

Erik’s jaw flexed. “Uh-huh.”

The fire roared in front of you, heat blooming between you in a way that had nothing to do with flames. There was no more room for snarky jabs as you two teetered on the edge of something inevitable.

Erik’s hand stayed on your waist, warm and firm, his thumb sweeping once across the fabric of your shirt, subtly claiming.

You tried to speak, you tried to gather an insult, and you tried to remember why you hated this man, but the words dissolved on your tongue, swallowed by the tension pressing your bodies closer inch by inch.

“You really piss me the fuck off,” you expressed, barely audible.

He let out an alarming chuckle. “I don’t even be doin’ shit,” he insisted, leaning in until his breath brushed your lips. “You just like arguin’ with a nigga.”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but he cut off the protest before it formed by kissing you hard. A crash of heat and impatience and every unspoken thing that had been building for months. Your hand shot to his chest out of instinct to push him away, but your fingers curled into his sweater instead. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss like he’d been waiting far too long and finally lost control.

You gasped against his mouth. “I—Erik…”

He didn’t give you space to recover. “You talk too damn much,” he muttered against your lips.

“You—” You started, but your voice broke when he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, the kind of kiss that etched its shape into your memory.

You made one single, fatal mistake. You leaned into him the tiniest bit. Just enough for him to feel it. His breath hitched, a low sound you had never heard from him, and then his hands gripped your waist again, this time with purpose.

“C’mere, Mama,” he said, voice a rumble.

Before you could question the command, he tightened the hold on your hips, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and pulled you straight into his lap.

A startled squeak escaped you, but your arms were already looping around his shoulders for balance, your thick thighs bracketing his hips as the fur blanket slipped down around you both.

His palms settled on your curves, firm and sure, anchoring you there. You felt the breath punch out of both of you when you landed against his chest.

“You really shouldn’t be sittin’ here,” he swallowed hard, eyes locked on yours and burning. “Cause I’m not lettin’ you back up.”

Your heart thundered as your forehead brushed his without meaning to.

“You going to push me away?” he asked softly, almost a dare, almost a plea.

You didn’t move or blink, still processing the fact that he just set you on his lap like you belonged there.

He grinned triumphantly and said, “Didn’t think so.” before he captured your lips in a starving kiss, both of you tipping fully into the heat you’d been fighting since the moment you met.

You were still recovering from the shock as he settled you fully onto him, the fire casting gold across both your faces. Erik’s hands gripped the hem of your long-sleeve shirt, and you raised your arms so he could lift it over your head and toss it to the side. He didn’t unfasten your bra, but his thumbs stroked at the soft skin under the latch, slow circles like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Like touching you was instinct. Like it was his god-given right.

Your forehead brushed his again, softer this time and his breathing slowed like he was trying to steady himself and failing miserably.

“Why you shakin’, Y/N?” he whispered, voice velvety warm. “You scared of me…or what you feel?”

You swallowed, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt.

“Neither,” you lied.

“Yeah, you are,” he hummed, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “I am too.”

That admission and his lips snatched the air right out of your lungs. He kissed you again, much slower, like he was memorizing your lips. His hands at your back guided you closer until your chest met his and your heartbeat thudded right against him.

The storm outside howled and the cabin groaned, but in that moment, all you felt was him.

Erik tilted his head, his mouth tracing a slow path to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy at work,” he admitted between soft kisses. “All that attitude. All that fire.” His left hand moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh through your leggings. “Couldn’t stand you…because I wanted you.”

Your breath hitched involuntarily as he landed a sharp slap on your ass.

“You want me?” he asked.

You nodded, and that was all the permission he needed. He kissed down your throat slowly and reverently, like you were something he’d been starving for but didn’t dare ruin by moving too fast.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, bold now, as you pulled him closer as the crackling fire warmed both your bodies. His locs brushed your cheek when he lifted his head to meet your gaze again.

His eyes softened. “Relax, Mama.”

You were already anxious, but you leaned in anyway, pressing into him, letting your full weight settle on his lap. You gasped quietly as your heat brushed against the erection in his pants. He was huge. You rocked down once to be certain, and he inhaled sharply, hands tightening with a low, quiet groan he failed to suppress.

The sound catapulted heat through your entire body, and your clit throbbed in anticipation. He kissed you again, this time with the fierce tenderness of someone who’d been holding back for far too long. No rush. No hurry. Just heat rising slow and inevitable, like the fire dancing behind you.

One of his hands slid up your spine, unsnapping your bra; the other anchored your side. Your fingers curled into his locs, and you sighed as he kissed the top of your left breast. He exhaled your name like it was a confession, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath unsteady, voice raw.

“Tell me to stop.”

Your lips brushed his forehead in a ghost of a kiss. “For once I don’t want you to stop.”

He groaned softly as he took your hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly. You moaned his name as he alternated between each breast, giving equal attention to both.

After a few minutes he pulled back just enough to study you, like he was memorizing every microexpression you made.

You were breathless and flustered, still trying to pretend you weren’t melting in his lap.

“Oh yeah,” he smirked, thumb brushing your bottom lip, “you a problem.”

You tried to glare at him, but it was hard to be convincing when you were straddling him and shaking.

“Get over yourself,” you managed to mutter out.

He let out a sound of amusement, the kind of laugh meant to pin you exactly where you were.

“There she go,” he announced fondly. “My little brat.”

Your pulse jumped as his hand slid down your chest, past your tummy, slow enough to make your breath catch, then stopped in between your thighs, his other hand pushing you down against his hard dick.

“You talk a lot of shit,” he murmured, “but I bet that pussy soakin’ for a nigga.”

You scoffed and shifted like you were going to get off his lap. He didn’t let you. His hands tightened instantly, pulling you back down in one fluid, unquestionable motion.

“Nah,” he whispered, voice dipping. “Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me.”

Your breath stuttered. “Erik—”

“Uh-uh,” he said, leaning in, lips grazing your ear without touching. “That attitude got a limit…and you hittin’ it.”

You shivered, heat skimming the back of your neck and thighs clenching.

His fingers lifted your chin gently but firmly. “Look at me.”

You did because you couldn’t not.

His eyes softened, not so much in a sweet way but in a certain way. The kind of look that pulled the fight right out of you.

“That’s better,” he praised. “Be nice to Daddy.”

You opened your mouth to fire back some petty remark, but he was already moving, his hands gripping your soft sides, his gaze dropping lower and lower.

He glanced at your socks peeking out from under the blanket a moment too long. In one smooth motion he removed a sock, revealing your French-tipped toes, and something in his expression shifted, subtle and hungry, like he hadn’t meant to react but couldn’t hide it either.

You caught it immediately.

“What?” you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

He huffed a laugh like you’d uncovered state secrets.

“Nothing,” he muttered unconvincingly.

“Oh nah,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Say it.”

His tongue swept over his bottom lip thoughtfully before he met your gaze again. “You don’t wanna know what I’m thinking.”

That shouldn’t have sent heat down your spine, but it did, so you pressed, “Try me.”

He leaned back just enough to look you over from your eyes…to your mouth…to your perky nipples…then down to your other foot, tugging the sock off.

“Your feet,” he said quietly, “gonna get me in trouble.”

Your breath caught. “I—what?”

He dragged one hand down your thigh, stopping right above your ankle, fingers grazing over your toes.

“I’ve been trying not to look,” he murmured. “At work. Today. Right now.”

You stared at him, stunned.

He continued, “Especially when you get them painted white or lavender. I can’t focus on a damn thing at work when your toes out.”

He smiled, completely unbothered by your shock.

“Thought you were observant,” he teased. “Guess not.”

You pulled your leg back instinctively. He gripped your ankle gently, firm enough to make your breath stutter.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered. “Not from me.”

The last shred of resolve slipped inside you, and you surrendered. He exhaled like he’d been waiting for that exact moment.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the back of your ankle once, lightly, reverently. “See? You not as tough as you pretend.”

“I am,” you shot back weakly.

He leaned forward, nose brushing yours. “No, you not and that’s why I like you.”

Your heartbeat stuttered into a run when he pushed you down against his straining erection while he lifted his hips to meet your warmth. You whimpered softly as his zipper brushed against your clit. His eyes dropped to your lips again. “You done fightin’ me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hummed, pleased, sliding one hand up your spine in a slow, claiming stroke.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered against your mouth.

His next kiss was consuming. The kind of kiss that said we’re way past the point of pretending now. His hand snaked inside the front of your leggings, and his fingers found your clit with ease. His thumb circled your clit through your panties, and your eyes fluttered closed as you gasped his name.

“E—Erik.”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “I barely even touched you, and this pussy already drippin’ for me.”

His free hand tore a hole in your leggings all the way to your ass, ruining them, but before you could complain, he yanked your panties to the side and circled your clit harder with his thumb, while his middle finger traced your slit, your wetness coating his finger as he dipped it inside you.

“Goddamn,” Erik exhaled as he admired your fat pussy. “So wet and soft. Warmer than I imagined.”

“Erik.”

“Why you was hiding all this from me?”

“Erik.”

“Tell me.” He grunted softly as he inserted a second finger without warning, thrusting slowly. “Tight-ass fuckin’ pussy.”

A loud moan escaped you when he curled his fingers deeper and thrust faster, his thumb circling your clit with more pressure.

“Eri—ohfuckohfuck—Erik, please!

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out, grumbling under his breath about not being able to wait any longer, as he unbuckled his jeans and tugged them down just enough with his briefs. His dick came free, hard, long, and heavy. A girth like no other.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened in utter amazement. You could feel how huge he was when you put all your weight on his lap, but you had no idea he was packing that much. Was that supposed to go inside you? On what planet and in what timeline?!

“I need to be inside you, Mama,” he groaned softly as he stroked himself. “Can I put it in?”

“Wait—you don’t want no head first or—um…to get more comfortable—“

“I’m the most comfortable I’ll ever be now that I got you in my lap.”

“At least take your sweater off, E.”

He dropped his dick and lifted his sweater over his head and tossed it aside, gold chain shining against his smooth, toned chest. 

You met his gaze steadily, brushing his locs back from his face and shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

For a beat, he just looked at you like he was savoring the shift, the way tenderness tipped into heat. There was no going back to just coworkers after this. He pulled at the hole on your leggings until enough of your ass was free for him to cup, ripping your panties in the process. You didn’t even bother to comment because his brute strength did something to you.

You lowered yourself onto him, both of you inhaled sharply as he eased in carefully, inch by inch. The stretch damn near tilted your world on its axis. Your fingers gripped the back of his neck, your arms bringing him closer to you.

“Fuuuck,” he rasped, warm puffs of breath tickling your neck. “Tighter than—“

“Erik…”

His name flowed from your lips like a prayer, and suddenly it was him who was undone. Heat traveled through him as you began to bounce slowly and steadily, adjusting to his massive size, and the sting from the stretch gradually subsided.

“Shit, don't say Daddy's name like that," he rasped, breathless and on the verge of snapping.

“I can’t help it. You feel too good.”

“Goddamn,” he groaned, trying with all his might to not bust embarrassingly quick. “You feel too good, Y/N. Too fuckin’ good.”

You clutched his shoulders, coffin nails biting lightly into his skin, gasping his name. The sound of his name being moaned like that wrecked him. He thought he would let you lead with your slow bounces at first, but every time his name slipped past your lips, he lost a little more control.

The pace quickened, and you both settled on an intense rhythm as sweat began to slick your chests. Broken breaths syncing with your impeccable rocks.

“What’s my name?” He asked, hands reaching up to cup your face and bring your lips down against his.

You were so full and stretched you forgot how to speak for a moment. Every deliberate stroke and every perfectly timed hip thrust drew a needy moan out of you; every kiss left you wrecked. He wouldn’t let you look away from him, eyes locked like he was pulling the word out of your soul.

“Say it,” he commanded, voice rough.

“Daddy—” you gasped, clutching his shoulders.

“Again.”

“Daddy!”

He groaned as his hips stuttered, his control fraying. “Fuck…that’s it, baby. You mine now, and I’m yours.” Then his voice dropped to a sinful whisper, testing the nickname he just knew would unravel you. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

You cried out, head thrown back, the praise detonating inside you. Those two words from him tipped you over the edge. You shuddered violently, the orgasm tearing through you so hard it felt like every single nerve in your body was on fire.

“Oh shit—if praise was all it took to get you to open up then I went about this shit all wrong from the beginning.”

You were still whimpering and shaking in his lap, still being stretched to the brim.

“That’s okay though. I’m making up for it all night.”

Once you caught your breath, you started bouncing again, but he had other plans. He planted his feet on the floor and dropped his hands back to your waist, and his grip was almost as tight as you when he began hammering into you, tempo merciless.

“Eri—fuckmefuckme—don’t sto—stop!”

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear as he grunted loudly. “Take it for me, pretty girl.”

It wasn’t just the words, but it was the way he said them. Smooth but commanding, drenched in reverence and filth at the same damn time. Like he was worshiping and owning you with each movement.

Your body reacted instantly, back arching, thighs trembling, breath catching in a sob. You bounced harder, fucking him back and he slapped your ass cheek over and over.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

“Mmhmm, just like that,” he encouraged. “Use that dick.”

You moaned, placing your hands on his chest, gripping his pecs as you swirled your hips, picking up an unrelenting speed.

“Erik—” you cried, already close to the edge again.

His smirk was lethal. “Ohhh, I heard that. You like that name too, huh? Say it back.”

“Pretty girl,” you whimpered brokenly, but it wasn’t enough.

“Louder,” he growled, hips pistoning harder. “Let me hear you.”

“Daddy—Erik—fuck—your pretty girl!”

“Mmhmm. I can feel it,” Erik groaned, sliding one hand to your throat and squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, his other clutching your hip. “Come on this dick again, Mama.”

“I’m gonna—I—fuuuck!”

The tension coiled tighter, and the euphoric hum sparkled under your skin as he fucked you through your second orgasm. The wet squelching and sharp panting filled the room, outdoing the booming gusts of wind from the storm. It felt too good.

You still couldn’t believe your most annoying coworker was giving you so much pleasure. He was literally fucking the breath right out of your lungs. You were loving every filthy minute of it. If your boss wanted to send you two on more team-building quests, then sign you the fuck up.

You bit your bottom lip as you caught his reaction to you squeezing your walls around his tip as you bounced up and unclenching when you came down.

Erik bit down on your shoulder, voice wrecked. “Fuck, Mama—I can’t hold it—” he huffed, rutting up into you sloppily.

You seized the opportunity by whispering the knockout blow right into his ear. “Come for me, Daddy. Paint my fuckin’ walls.”

His whole body shuddered, and the groan that ripped out of him was primal, his release hitting so hard it dragged you over right with him. You both came together, gripping each other like your lives depended on it and panting harshly like you just ran a 20k marathon under ninety minutes.

His mouth found yours in a feral kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation, swallowing your moans until you were both gasping for air.

After a few minutes you finally eased off him, your slicked thighs trembling as much as his as you swung a wobbly leg over him and fell back against the blanket. His spent dick twitched weakly against his thigh, still leaking as it softened.

“Wake me up in about twenty minutes, please.” You muttered as you closed your eyes, breath regulating. Not a care in the world as he watched his come ooze out of you onto the blanket. His amused snort was the last thing you heard before you drifted off.

—

Warmth was the first thing you registered when you woke up. The heavy kind that came after exhaustion and too much pleasure to process. Your limbs ached in all the right places, and your spine felt like it had melted into the mattress.

Wait—a mattress?

Your eyes snapped open. You were splayed out against the sheets, a thick duvet pulled up to your chin, and your clothes were folded neatly on the wooden rocking chair. The faint scent of freshly brewed coffee and cedar lingered in the air.

You sat up abruptly, wincing with bittersweet regret because, wow, your body remembered the ride you went on last night.

“The fu—?”

You hadn’t fallen asleep in the bed. You’d fallen asleep on the floor. On top of the fur blanket. Completely wrecked and telling him to wake you in twenty minutes.

You pressed a hand to your forehead. “Oh my God…”

A deep voice drifted from the doorway. “Rise and shine, brat.”

You jumped a little, head snapping toward him. Erik leaned against the frame, arms crossed, long locs falling over one shoulder, only wearing sweatpants and that smug, devastating smirk that said he knew exactly what he did last night.

You blinked at him, then at the bed, then at your clean skin. “…Did you—”

“Yeah,” he answered before you finished. “I carried you to the bed and tucked you in.”

Your cheeks warmed, and words caught in your throat.

“You were out, Mama,” he continued, walking in casually with two mugs like the room didn’t still smell faintly of heat and him. “Like out out. Couldn’t just leave yo ass on the floor.”

You blinked. “And you—”

“Cleaned you up,” he said simply. “You were a mess. My mess.”

Your soul left your body.

He shrugged, like he hadn’t just said something illegal. “I take care of what I break.”

“ERIK—”

“What?” he asked, amused. “You mad I didn’t leave you sticky on a blanket like some savage?”

You buried your face in your hands as he chuckled, setting the mugs down on the bedside table before he sat on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Relax, Mama,” he said softly. “You were asleep before you even hit the blanket. I wasn’t about to let you freeze.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You really think twenty minutes was enough time for you to recover from all that?” He gestured vaguely toward you. “You slept like you got knocked out by a heavyweight champ.”

You threw a pillow, and it hit him square in the chest.

He caught it with one hand, smirk deepening. “There she go,” he teased. “My pretty girl.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? You liked it last night.”

You couldn’t even come up with a quick rebuttal.

He leaned closer, voice dipping, brown eyes warm in a way that made your stomach flip and thighs clench.

“And for the record,” he murmured, “you looked good sleeping in my arms. We will be falling asleep like that more often.”

Oop, he wasn’t fucking around.

He reached up, brushing a stray braid from your cheek with a gentleness that contrasted wildly with the way he’d handled you last night.

“You hungry?” he asked, like the question didn’t carry a thousand implications. “Power came on about half an hour ago. I can make you a omelette. You look like you need sustenance.”

You nodded and whispered. “What about you?”

He smiled confidently, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I been waitin’ on you to wake up so I can have my meal.”

“Why you had to wait on me—“

You threw another pillow at him when it clicked what his freaky ass wanted to actually eat for breakfast.

He laughed, ducking it, then stood and headed toward the kitchen.

“Get dressed, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder. “And don’t disappear on a nigga cause we not done talking.”

[nika324]

i would love a part 2 to your Annie Moore fic 🥺😫

Hi, love. 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you for reaching out and for reading. Maybe down (way down) the line bc Idek what a part two looks like lol. 💛

[brownskincheyenne]

This song reminds me of Annie being fed up with smoke … Fed up with him always being in crisis . Always being in survival mode.. loving him two ways but him always giving her one !! This songs reminds me of When Annie is split in two ..in spirit and in body .. this is Annie questioning if her are prayers enough.. is her love enough .. & her thinking.. “I’m not what you need “

And to me this is smokes answer … lbs serious like where are you going? … I need you .. we gone have dark days but you my light in all things .. let’s talk it out .. you say I’m two ways bt really to you ..I’m only one (Elijah).. we can get into .. but we gone get intimate always!! a deeper love .. higher than a climax deeper than the ocean I’m not leaving and I ain’t allowing you to leave..

[nika324]

Oouuu. Need dis. Both of these my fawkin songs.

[angeluary]

🩰👼🏽🪷🧁🦌 - megan thee stallion at the 40/40 club in new york.

[sweeetagony]

[brasilbrasilbrasil]