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Erik “N’Jadaka” Stevens x Princess!Reader
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻 18+ cursing (i think that’s it let me kmow if i’m missing something
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙩 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤★
By the time you reached your chambers, your patience was gone, not just worn thin. You’d spent hours holding yourself still, forcing your expression into something controlled while he stood across the room looking at you like none of it mattered. Like he didn’t care who saw.Like he already knew you’d look back.
You shut the door behind you harder than you meant to, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet. For a second, you just stood there, breathing, trying to shake off the weight of the hall, of your father, of every moment you had to pretend.
“You always slam doors like that when you’re thinking about me?”
You turned so fast your pulse jumped. He was already there, not halfway hidden, just there. Leaned back like he’d been waiting long enough to get comfortable, watching you with that same look he had all night.
“You’ve lost your mind,” you whispered, already crossing the room toward him. “You came here before I even—if anyone saw you—”
“They didn’t,” he said, straightening, pushing off the wall like your concern wasn’t even a factor.
“You don’t,” you shot back, stopping in front of him, close enough now that your voice dropped without you meaning it to.
“You left the hall early. That alone—”
“And you noticed,” he cut in, just as quiet.
“You noticed,” he repeated, softer now, like he was confirming it for himself.
Your breath slowed, uneven. “I notice everything in that room. I have to.”
“Not like that,” he said, stepping closer.
“You kept looking at me,” he added, his voice low, not teasing this time, certain.
Your jaw tightened slightly. “So did you.”
“Yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Wasn’t hiding it.”
“That’s exactly the problem.”
“Nah,” he murmured, stopping just in front of you, close enough that the space between you didn’t feel like distance anymore. “Problem is you acting like you didn’t want me to.”
Your chest rose slowly. “That’s not what I was doing.”
“Then what was it?” he asked.
You opened your mouth, then stopped, because there wasn’t a clean answer, no the truth, would sound exactly like what he was saying.
His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before lifting again. “Say you didn’t look for me.”
You didn’t answer and that was all he needed. A quiet shift crossed his face, smug not surprised.
That did something to you. Not the words, the way he said them. Like he already knew, like none of this was a question anymore.
“You shouldn’t have come near me like that,” you said, but it came out softer now, less certain.
“You shouldn’t have touched me.”
Each response landed closer than the last until there was no space left to pretend there was any real distance between you.
“You make this difficult,” you said.
“I’m not the one pretending.”
That was it. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was everything you didn’t allow yourself to do all night, all at once. He reacted instantly, his hand catching your waist, pulling you closer like he expected it, like he’d been waiting for you to stop holding back.
“Yeah,” he said low against your mouth, breath steady, like this didn’t surprise him at all. “That’s what I thought.”
You kissed him again, sharper this time, like you needed to prove something, though you weren’t sure what. His grip tightened slightly, grounding you as he shifted forward, guiding you back a step without forcing it until your movement stopped at the edge of the bed.
“You had me standing across that room like I wasn’t even there,” he murmured.
“You knew why,” you said, breath uneven now.
“Doesn’t mean I like it.”
His thumb pressed lightly into your side, just enough to pull you closer. “You keep doing that,” he said.
“Acting like you don’t want me there,” he murmured, “then doing this the second nobody’s watching.”
Your fingers tightened in his shirt. “You’re so infuriating.”
A quiet exhale left him, something close to a laugh but lower, more controlled. “I know”
He kissed you again, slower now but deeper, like he wasn’t rushing anymore because he didn’t have to. Because he knew you weren’t stopping him. Your hand slid along his chest, steadying yourself, anchoring him there just as much as he held you.
He pushed you back onto the bed
“We’re going to get caught,” you whispered.
“I know you didn’t tell me to leave.” He interrupted
Your breath caught again, because he was right, again, you hadn’t.
“Say it,” he murmured, pulling back to hover over you. “Tell me to go.”
You looked at him, the risk standing right in front of you. How easily he crossed lines that should’ve never been crossed, and still you didn’t say it, you couldn't.
His expression shifted slightly, something quieter under the confidence. “Yeah,” he said leaning down to peck at your lips again.
Footsteps…Right outside your door.
You pushed him off of you instantly, as both of you turned toward the sound.
Your father was close enough that you could hear the weight of his steps.
“He’s right outside my door,” you whispered. N’Jadaka moved immediately, the shift in him sharp, focused. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the carved screen near your wardrobe. “There—now.”
He slipped behind it just as the knock hit.
Your pulse was too loud, your breathing too fast, but you forced everything still before opening it.
His eyes moved past you, scanning.
“I was changing.” She stuttered
He stepped inside anyway.
Your chest tightened as he moved slowly, deliberately, his gaze catching on everything in the room. “You were distracted today.”
He didn’t believe you and you could see it. He stepped further in. Your fingers curled slightly at your sides, forcing yourself not to look behind you.
“Is there something I should know?” he asked.
You didn’t hesitate, you couldn’t. His gaze lingered on you, searching, weighing, then shifted slightly past you.
“I’ll rest now,” you said, stepping just enough to pull his attention back. Subtle.
“I will.” You quickly replied
Another look, then he turned and left. The door shut and silence hit all at once as you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“That was close” N’Jadaka’s voice came low behind you.
You turned to lock the door.
“You shouldn’t have come so early,” you said.
“And you still didn’t send me away.”
You couldn’t answer because you knew it was the truth.
He closed the distance again, slower this time, watching you like he was giving you the chance he already knew you wouldn’t take.
“Tell me to go,” he said again.
The words came out quieter than everything else, but they landed harder. Something in his expression shifted—not less confident, just more certain.
“…Yeah, I know,” he said, and just like that his mouth was on yours again. Desperation and passion swirled as you tugged at his shirt.
“Look at you” he teased. “You were just worried about getting caught, what happened princess?”
Whining with furrowed eyebrows, “I need you”
He groaned nipping at your neck and untying your dress from behind. As it fell he kissed your shoulders and kissed down stopping where your bra started.
N’Jadaka unhooked the soft lace-trimmed bra and cupped your breast with his large warm hands. He kissed a trail to your nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking softly while lightly pinching and pulling the other.
“Shhh, you’re too loud pretty girl, gotta keep it down remember?” He whispered into your ear.
A hand slipped into your panties and he found your clit. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles into the bud.
Erik bit his lip “You so fucking wet already”
All you could do was moan and grind your pussy into the warmth of his hand. Then he slowly tried a finger, pumping and curling until he found that spot that made you arch your back off of his chest.
“Gonna cum? Hm?” He asked, sweetly.
You nodded frantically squeezing your eyes shut. That's when he stopped, pulled his finger out, brought it up to his mouth, and sucked it.
He pulled his pants and boxers down, allowing his hardened cock to spring free. You shuddered at the sight. It wasn’t just long, it was thick and you just knew it was heavy.
Erik smirked as he watched your face contort
“Bed” he commanded. “Face down, ass up”
Almost as if he had control over your mind, you obliged immediately, no questions asked. He stroked himself a little before kneeling behind you in the bed and pressed his fat tip to your leaking hole.
Concern and worry filled his chest. “What’s wrong are you a vir-“
She interrupted “No! No I just don’t think it’ll fit”
“It’s big huh?” He grinned big and cockily.
“Don’t worry it’ll only hurt for a second and then I promise it’ll feel good. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Damn him he was so good at sweet-talking.
He spat onto his dick and tried pushing in again. “Breathe” he said rubbing your back as he continued on.
Tears pricked your eyes as he filled you up. “Almost done?” You managed to whimper out.
He laughed softly, “I’m not even halfway in.”
Soon he was buried to the hilt in your warm, tight cunt. The second he was balls deep you both let out a hiss.
“She sucking me in, baby” he groaned with a painfully slow stroke.
Hands gripping the sheets and toes curled as you cried into the bed.
“Can’t pretend I don’t exist now, hmm?”
“E-Erik!” You moaned as he sped up.
The way your ass jiggled as he fucked into you only egged him on. His pace became too much and you reached back to push on his stomach. He grabbed your hands and pulled them back.
“Want me to slow down?” He asked knowing you couldn’t answer. Then he slowed his pace and stroked deep. His dick reached places you didn’t know existed.
You felt everything, every vein, every inch. Your eyes crossed as you tried to pull your hips forward, but he was chasing right after you.
“Don’t run from this dick, it’s all yours” he grunted.
“I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed into the sheets.
“Me too, cum with me,” he said as his cock twitched.
He coaxed you through your heavenly orgasm as he soon followed after you filling you up to the brim.
You slumped over as he carefully pulled out with a pop. Erik walked over to the bathroom and wet a cloth with warm water and came back to clean you up.
He crawled into bed with you and tucked you into the safety of his chest. As he pulled the blanket up he kissed your temple lightly. N’jadaka opened his mouth to speak until your soft snores filled the room.
How was he supposed to leave now? You were sleeping peacefully on his chest and obviously, he couldn’t wake you. Well, that would be tomorrow's problem. He closed his own eyes and let the sounds of your soft snoring lull him to sleep.
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