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Warnings: Fluffy Erik ☺️ Smut, language
Black Panther Masterlist
Firsts I, Firsts II
Requested: What about the first time Erik lets her take all the control? Ooh and the first time they made love in pitch blackness.- ANON
OK I live for softboi Erik so can u do a first time where the interactions, both non sexual and sexual, are emotionally charged by the way he feels about his girl? Please and thank you! -ANON
One more thunder clap and you were certain you were going to hyperventilate. It had been storming for the past hour and your roommate had taken shelter with the neighbor, whom you were sure she was fucking. You sit in your bed watching the walls flash with white, listening to the rain against the glass.
Your phone was fully charged and you had service, so it was unclear as to why Erik hadn’t text you back. You fall asleep beneath the cover and the storm continues to roar over you. It wasn’t so bad now that you were fast asleep.
Pans were rattling in the kitchen. Your eyes pop open and reach for the bat you kept under your bed. But it was gone all you could fine were some shoes. You climb from the bed walking into the living room and you can see the shadow moving around in the kitchen. With no hesitation you jolt over to it swinging the tennis shoes hearing the thud against whomever it was, the lights don’t work once you try to click them and he has a grip on your wrist.
“Hey!” You hear him bark. “Hit me one more time and I swear it’s me and you.” Erik leans in pressing his lips on your and then releasing your arms. “The power is out.”
“I see.” You pause. “What in the hell are you doing here? I thought there was a curfew for the basketball team this weekend?”
“Do I really give a fuck about them rules?” Erik laughs. “Hell no, the coach need me, so we got an understanding.”
“Yeah he understands that you got a smart ass mouth that he doesn’t want to deal with,” You mock him. “Coach, you’re denying my constitutional rights. I should be able to leave freely, or I am now bound in a different form of chains.” You can’t help but laugh. “I swear you’re the complete cross between a fuck boy and Malcom X.”
“Fuck you.” He slaps your ass and hands you a bag. “Take them candles out with yo’ scary ass.”
This was unexpected. You’d only sent him a message that said that you were scared. You didn’t expect him to show up. You open the bag sifting through the supplies he’d brought. Flares and a flashlight. You wondered if he was preparing for the zombie apocalypse or not. You place the candles on the counter and see he has food in the other bag too.
“I didn’t ask you to bring all this.” You light the first candle placing it on the counter and then another on the table. “But thank you.”
“You said you were scared. You think I ‘m about to let the woman I love sit up here and be afraid, no.”
It’s quiet. Erik had never really said that he loved you before, it was usually I like you and you real cool but this time he had let it slip and you didn’t have words. Should you say it back or just brush it off. Your mute clicking on the flashlight and shining it on him. “the woman you what, Mr. Stevens?”
He froze and then shrugged. “I mean I don’t want to take it back… and I ain’t got a problem saying it again. You over scared and I wasn’t having it.”
“My baby being sweet as hell, the world is ending ain’t it.”
“Ey, shut up, or I’m taking that shit back and leaving you here.” He hands you the salad and a fork. “Eat something, you’ve probably been cooped up in that room for hours.” He smiles and he was right.
You don’t complain eating the salad and drinking the juice. You take the top off the cup rattling around the ice taking a few cubes in your mouth and walk over to him. All this sweetness deserved some kind of reward. You sink to your knees and he’s taken back looking down at you with widened eyes. He watches you pull his shorts down revealing his dick already semi hard as you pump him once and then twice he grows more erect.
“Damn.” He adds a groan clutching the counter and you hadn’t even started yet. You part your lips taking him in your mouth with ice cube beneath your tongue you suck and he flinches the feeling sucking air through his teeth while placing his hands on the back of your head. Puhsing you further on him. “ahh fuck.” He hisses.
You don’t hesitate taking him further feeling the ice had melted completely down. You bob your head taking him all the way in and then out pumping with your hands. You like the sounds he makes beneath his breath of pleasure as you totally consume him. You start to move faster and notice that Erik is helping along thrusting into your mouth going to your throat and then dragging out only to go back in. you feel your arousal pool beneath and you start to use your free hand to pump two fingers into your pussy, bathing in the pleasure your giving yourself while pleasuring him.
“fuck ma, you taking that shit huh?” he growls and you feel his veins swell and he snatches you up to his lips kissing you while swiping his fingers across your clit. He takes his fingers and sucks them. Erik lifts you easily cradling you in his arms and blindly walking into the bedroom knocking his wide arms on the doorjamb really not giving a fuck. He places you on the bed pushing you back on the bed and apreading your legs.
This was not the usual with him. He drags his fingers up your thighs and then to your middle. You can hear settling down on the floor. He grips your hips and then brings himself over you. He’s nervous. His hands slightly shake and you’re a little confused. You lift up resting on your elbows. “Erik.”
“I ain’t ever said that shit before, not to a girl and mean it.” He whispers.
“Okay, are you regretting it.”
“No.”
“then why are you sitting here not fucking me?” You laugh rubbing your hands through his dreads and placing your lips on his.
“You ain’t said it back.”
“I love you Erik. And I might not have said it back but it’s everything that I feel. I’ve known it for some months now and I’m glad I’m not along in this shit, because that was that part that terrified me the most. Us saying this opens up shit that has never been opened for either of us and it’s not bullshit. It’s real…” You tap his face lightly. “It’s raw and its everything I’ve ever dreamed about.” You kiss him once more and Erik lingers the kiss, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and the standing up above you.
He strips you down quickly tossing clothes in places you couldn’t see in the dark and you really didn’t care. He hovers over you thrusting into you in one quick motion. His strokes are deep and nearly melodic as he finds his pace. He grips your hands above your head sucking on your neck and then peppers kisses down your jaw still fucking into you. Your body is bound by pleasure. Tension builds in your body as you try to maintain some composure. You can already hear the orchestra of his and your moans feeling the apartment, amplified by the lack of sound throughout the place. The headboard knocks against the wall and you forget all care about the neighbor thrusting up to meet him until your body jerks in pleasure from the first of many orgasms that not. And for once your convinced Erik isn’t the bad guy he claimed to be.
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“Yo E!” His friend yelled across the parking lot. “You coming in or what? You out here eye beating hoes and shit.”
Erik’s eyes widened as he mentally killed his cousin and did a light trot across the parking lot. “My nigga, damn. You loud as fuck. I was trying to get this chick number and you yelling that shit.” He pushes him playfully adjusting his hat. “Aight, this party better be worth the damn hour drive out. You ain’t got no friends in Oakland.”
“Man, you gone complain the whole damn time or what?”
Erik rolls his eyes and adjusting his hat. He had a tendency of owning any party he went into so this was no different. Erik heads to the bar noticing the abundance beautiful women and the way that they out numbered the men two to one. “Hen.” He said to the bartender. He leans against the counter barely noticing the woman next him. But she notices him, her eyes wide and her smile wide.
“Hey.” Malaysia says leaning in from to f him. She knew him well. She knew that he was intelligent no matter how hard he tried to front in front of some of his friends. She knew that he was a former soldier and was highly ranked. So not only was he desired by every woman in Oakland currently but also the FBI, CIA and other agencies, he was a damn good soldier.
Erik nods his head at her. “Wassup ma?”
“Nothing. You enjoying the party?”
“I mean it’s aight.” He smiles at her. “You?”
“Something like that, it looks like you brought the party with you wo be honest.” Malaysia blushes and all the heat drains to her face. It’s gotten hotter. The room more packed and if it had not been for the blaring speakers of the event she was certain that everyone there could hear her heart. “Are you from here?” She knew the answer. Yes, born and raised by auntie after his dad was tragically killed.
“Yeah, been here forever. What about you?”
“I actually am from Compton.” She beamed.
“That’s what’s-,” Erik waves forward from being pushed from behind. His temper was quick as always. He spins around quickly noticing the culprit. He was prepared to snap but first he would have to pick his mouth up from the ground.
“Sorry.” Asa smirked looking him up and down. “You look like you might survive though.”
“Yeah, you think?” He places his glass down on the counter. “So what’s the move tonight?”
“I don’t give my name out to strangers.”
“I’m not a stranger.”
“I don’t know you, so you strange nigga.” Asa turns her head to the bartender. “Jack and Coke.” It’s intriguing how this handsome man is just intrigued with her as if no one else in the room. “So, stranger… you buying this drink?”
“I don’t buy strange women shit.” He chides at her, but slides his card over to the bartender. “but for goddesses I might.”
“you corny as fuck.” She laughs but her eyes bat rapidly as she glances him over once more. “Dance?”
“Hell yeah.” Erik says following her out to the floor.
Malaysia watches. It had taken weeks for her to gain the confidence to say something to him, months to even be in the same room and now this. She knocks back the vodka and exhales. It didn’t matter calm down. Her fist slams on the counter and the glasses shake all down the counter. The bartender raises a weary eye to her and a small warning. Fuck it. She leaves the bar standing against the wall watching them. He sees no one else. It was clear that he wasn’t interested in her. The conversation was dry, but this bitch was nothing special. She was nothing better than her.
Her nails rap against the wall the longer they danced. Bodies gyrating on one another with beat of each song. His hands wondering to her waist and then her thick thighs and hips. Erik hadn’t stopped smiling since they seen each other. Where was the fucking smile for her. Malaysia clicks open her phone. The background is him. She’d followed him to Long Beach and watched as he dove in the ocean with his friends and some random hoe he’d found. It was normal for him to get a random hoe. This time should be no different, but Malaysia seen it. He’d known her for a few seconds and was hooked on her like he was an addict.
Minutes of dancing turn into hours and the crowd starts to thin out, along with the energy Erik had for dancing. “You wanna leave?” She whispers leaning into his chest.
“you need a ride home.”
“I wanna ride aight.” There were no more words needed as Erik reached into his pocket gripping his keys and playfully ran out of the club with her by his side. The range rover was the only car he drove while out. It was his baby. He opens the door for her watching her climb in the backseat and he goes in after her.
Malaysia stands shaking her head across the street. She watched as the woman let the seat back. Their shadows bouncing and the car shaking. All this prep to not even talk to him. She wipes her face watching the tears fall to the ground at her feet. Fuck him. Fuck her.
Erik lifts her waist up and slams back into her loving how she met him at each stroke. This woman was amazing. This woman was what he always wanted, real. Her hips wind on him over and over until the small shakes in her turn into larger ones and her toes curl. He thrusts back into her a few times unable to fuck her up like he wanted to with his knees in the passenger seat. She squeezes him with her walls and he lifts her spurting his seed on his shirt. “Damn it.” He groans watching her as she sits across form him. “Now, can I have your name?”
“You still a stranger.” She kisses him on his lips. “Nice try though.”
“We just fucked.”
“That don’t mean shit…” She laughs. “I can get a nut from anywhere. But if we meet again… I promise you’ll know my name, handsome.” She opens the car door hopping out. “You’ll find me. I’m sure.”
“Asa, you petty.” He watches her scrape his eggs in Kojack’s dog bowl and walk to the sink. “When I say breakfast at 9, damn it I need you here at nine. Now, we are late for the wedding coordinator’s meeting. You told me that I could get her and by damn I am getting her. You are coming, right?”
“No, I told you me and T got plans. You and Nakia are going.” Erik takes a piece of bacon from her plate. “Them eggs looked weird anyway. Kojack gone get sick.” He kisses her cheek. “M’Baku went somewhere and he said he would be back, so don’t be shocked when he rolling back up in the house.”
“I won’t be here, or did you not hear me?” She smiles. “What colors do you like since you aren’t going?”
“I hate that pink shit or the yellow. Anything else, I am down for whatever you want.”
“Perfect.”
***
M’Baku didn’t want to meet Malaysia, but he was curious as to what she had to say, to say the least. They sat at the back of restaurant across from one another. There was something about her that seemed odd. He sipped water and sighed. “So, what’s the big plan?”
“Erik and Asa are not meant for each other.” She blurts out and then calms herself back down. “he loves me.” She breathes. “But I can’t even get him to see it because he is blinded by her. If she is removed from the picture we can be good. We can go back to how it used to be.”
“You dated him before?” M’Baku said confused.
“It’s not important.” Malaysia says giving him a smile. “But she has to go. It’s literally the only way that either one of us will be happy.”
“I think she’s happy where she is Malaysia. I don’t think she will ever chose me. And I wouldn’t expect her to.” M’Baku watches her brush her fingers through her hair. “they are engaged.”
“I know a 5ct Square diamond, set in a platinum band. He spent over five thousand dollars on her to propose in a fucking broom closet. Do you see what I am saying? They are horrible together. He didn’t even feel the need to make it elaborate.”
“Erik is not elaborate unless he’s plotting to kill you.” M’Baku nearly chuckles. He had never truly been a fan of Erik, but he hadn’t seen a reason for him to hate him. If T’Challa loved him perhaps he could learn to at least tolerate him, no matter what happened between him and Asa.
“You’re justifying his bleakness for her.” Malaysia pauses. “Are you in or not?”
“No.” He answers. “But I think you should move on… trust me this guy is not worth it.” He places his money down on the table. “Someone better will come along sweetie. I swear it.”
“He loves me.” She blurted out as he made his way out of the restaurant. “I’m sure of it.”
M’Baku reaches for his phone calling T’Challa. “King.”
“M’Baku.”
“I think there is some danger to the Duke.” He says. “I need to borrow Ayo.” He whispers.
***
T’Challa was not fond of the traffic but it at least gave him time to talk. M’Baku sat across from him. “can you tell me everything about her?”
“the night Erik proposed she approached me and said she knew a way to make them both ours. I was saddened to see her officially off the market… but in no way…”
“No need to explain your loyalties M’Baku.” T’Challa half laughed adjusting his necklaces. “What is off about her?”
“The way she speaks of him.”
“Shuri, search Malaysia Barton, medical history.” He said into his Kimoyo bead. He taps it and the report along with the image of her comes up.
“Malaysia Barton, Twenty-Five and has psychosis, a psychiatric illness associated with schizophrenia. She displaces reality, makes her own. She has been hospitalized for brief periods and is on several medications. Caused bodily harm to a few women.” She strolls through her file. “Why are you asking brother?”
“No reason Shuri, thank you.” He exits out and clears his throat. “We have her address, I am sure she would notice you, but Okoye and Ayo will accompany me. Stay in the car.”
Her apartment hasn’t been touched, everything is cleaned and orderly. T’Challa and Okoye open the bedroom door and their mouths drop. There are pictures plastered on every wall of Erik and his name written in Black ink on the mirror.
Okoye shakes her head. “the duke is in danger for certain.”
“Yes, now telling him that will be the challenge.” T’Challa snaps pictures. “Be sure not to move anything. We don’t need her knowing we know. I’ll talk to Erik myself.”
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