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we gotta find that girl who saw black panther and clenched her jaw so hard at the sight of shirtless michael b jordan that she broke her retainer, i need her opinion on sinners (2025)
❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !
summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣
— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.
Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.
— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.
Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.
— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.
Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.
— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”
Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.
— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”
Rating: 0/10. Wicked.
— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.
Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.
— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.
Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.
Michael B. Jordan & Sterling K. Brown🤎
(erik & n'jobu reunion moment!)
Black Panther (2018), dir. Ryan Coogler
Last time I seen my brother. Last time I seen the sun. And just for a few hours, we was free.
Just Like Honey
SYNOPSIS: What was supposed to be a chill night of Truth or Dare with the crew changes the moment Erik gets dared to take a Honeypack. The game continues, but something shifts between him and Y/N — quiet glances and unspoken tension pulling them toward a night neither of them planned.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Use of Aphrodisiac, Light Angst, Alcohol Consumption, etc.
PAIRINGS: Black OC x Erik Killmonger
This was requested by one of my readers. I hope you all enjoy!
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Y/N pushed the side door open and stepped inside, the cool night air slipping in behind her for a second before the door clicked shut. She set the bottle of Don Julio on the counter with a quiet clink before letting the plastic bag drop next to it. A couple limes rolled out slow, the extra shot glasses clinking together once.
Trey was leaning against the fridge scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled the way he always did. “Hey you made it” he said putting the phone down. He came over and gave her a quick one-armed hug. “I was starting to think you bailed on us.”
“Traffic was acting stupid” she said letting out a small laugh. “But I’m here now so you can relax.”
He glanced at the bottle and raised his eyebrows. “Don Julio? Okay fancy. You didn’t have to bring the good stuff we got the house tequila.”
“Yeah but then y’all would be complaining about the hangover tomorrow” she said shrugging as she leaned against the counter. “This way I get to feel responsible for once.”
Trey chuckled. “Fair. You always think ahead.”
Jada came in from the living room. She saw Y/N and her face lit up slow. “Girl” she said crossing the kitchen in a couple steps. She pulled Y/N into a tight hug, rocking her side to side for a second before letting go. “I was literally about to text you. Missed your face.”
“Missed you too” Y/N said hugging back. “You good?”
“Always when you show up with liquor” Jada said stepping back but keeping a hand on Y/N’s arm for a second. She reached for one of the limes rolling it under her palm on the counter. “Trey keeps talking about tacos but he ain’t cut nothing yet. Typical.”
Aaliyah slipped in right behind her. She walked straight over, leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder for a quick second, then straightened up with a small smile. “Hey boo glad you made it. We were about to start without you.”
Y/N snorted. “Y’all would’ve survived five minutes.”
“Barely” Aaliyah said reaching for the bottle. “This is nice though.”
Trey started slicing a lime the knife making thumps against the wood. “Speaking of nice… Jada brought something else earlier.”
Jada rolled her eyes but she was smiling a little. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out two small gold packets holding them up. “Honey packs. My cousin dropped them off last week swearing they’re the truth. I figured why not bring them. Worst case they taste like candy and we clown each other.”
Aaliyah leaned in eyebrows raised. “Those honey things? You actually brought those here?”
“I brought two” Jada said shrugging. “We’re only four right now. If somebody gets brave later we can split one.”
Trey shook his head still slicing. “I’m good. Last time somebody brought some energy stuff, I ended up fucking my ex.”
Y/N leaned against the counter arms crossed watching them. The kitchen felt small, the low music from the living room drifting in.
Aaliyah looked at Y/N. “Come on let’s get you in there before we start pouring. We got the living room set up. Just waiting on you.”
Y/N grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap off pouring a small splash into each glass.
“Alright” she said handing them out. “Let’s take these first then y’all can tell me how serious this honey-pack plan really is.”
They clinked the glasses quietly threw them back. The alcohol burned smooth going down. Y/N set her glass on the counter and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Jada was already reaching for the bottle to pour another round when Y/N glanced at the two gold packets still sitting on the counter.
Y/N nodded toward them. “Don’t this shit make you horny though?”
Jada paused mid-pour then looked up with a slow grin. “That’s the good part girl.”
Aaliyah laughed low shaking her head as she leaned back against the counter. “See that’s why I’m staying far away from those. I don’t need any extra help in that department tonight.”
Trey snorted still focused on the last lime. “Y’all wild.”
Y/N picked up one of the packets turning it over in her fingers. “I’m just saying. If we do this we gotta be ready for whatever happens.”
Jada topped off the glasses again and slid one toward Y/N. “We’re four grown people in a house with no kids around. Whatever happens happens.
Aaliyah took her glass and raised it. “To bad decisions and good company.”
They clinked again and drank.
Jada set her glass down first. “Alright enough stalling. Let’s take this to the living room.”
Y/N grabbed her glass and the bottle following the others out of the kitchen.
Y/N sank deeper into the couch next to Jada. Blankets were tossed over the armrests and pillows were scattered on the floor like someone had kicked them there earlier. The Bluetooth speaker played R&B that vibrated just enough to settle in her chest.
Jada finished shuffling the cards with a quick flick and dealt one to each of them face down. “Lowest card starts. No weak shit tonight. We’re grown, and we’re tipsy. Let’s get into it.”
Aaliyah flipped hers first, a three of hearts, and groaned but smiled. “Me. Truth.”
Jada leaned forward. “When was the last time you came so hard you cried? Details, no skipping.”
Aaliyah bit her lip. “Three weeks ago, maybe. This dude I been seeing had me bent over the bathroom sink, fingers and tongue at the same time. Kept going even after I started shaking. I legit had tears running down my face when I finally came. Couldn’t even stand up straight after.”
Jada let out a loud “Oop,” and fanned herself with her hand. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Trey shook his head, laughing softly. “Y’all wild already. My turn next, I can feel it.”
He flipped an ace of spades. Jada pointed right at him. “Dare.”
Trey sighed. “Hit me.”
Jada grinned. “Call your ex right now. Leave a voicemail on speaker. Tell him exactly what you miss about his body.”
Trey pulled out his phone, scrolled to the name, hit call, put it on speaker, and waited for voicemail. When the beep came he leaned back.
“Ay, it’s me. Just wanted to say I still think about you sometimes. Miss the way your back looked when you arched for me, the way your thighs squeezed around my head when I had you shaking, how your skin felt under my hands. Shit was fire. Anyway, yeah. Delete this if you want.”
He hung up fast. The room exploded. Trey buried his face in his hands but was grinning wide. Two minutes later his phone buzzed. He read it out loud:
<Boy, delete my number… but call me later.
Everyone lost it again.
Next round Jada got the lowest card. “Truth,” she said before anyone could ask.
Aaliyah jumped in. “Wildest place you ever fucked. Go.”
Jada didn’t blink. “Back seat of my ex-boyfriend’s Charger at the family cookout last summer. Windows fogged up so bad you couldn’t see in, music blasting to cover the sounds. He had me riding reverse with one hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Almost got caught when my aunt came looking for the ice chest.”
Trey covered his ears dramatically. “I did not need to visualize that, but go off sis.”
Y/N laughed, but the heat crept up her neck. The game was getting hotter and the alcohol made everything feel looser.
Her turn. She flipped a four. “Dare.”
Trey’s grin turned evil. “Send a nude to the group chat right now, crop your face out.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Y’all messy.” She lifted her shirt just enough, angled her phone so the lamp light hit her cleavage perfect, snapped it, cropped her face, and sent before she could chicken out.
The group chat blew up.
Jada: “Whew, okay, body tea.”
Aaliyah: “Chef’s kiss, period.”
Trey: “I’m looking respectfully… damn, Y/N.”
Y/N buried her face in her hands for a second. “Shut up, Trey.”
Aaliyah’s dare was next: a blindfolded lap dance to whoever’s phone she grabbed. She tied a blanket around her eyes and got Trey’s phone. She climbed onto his lap slow and rolled her hips into his. Trey sat frozen, hands gripping the couch, “This is why we don’t do blindfolds no more, girl. Get off me,” while everyone else howled.
Y/N got truth again. Jada leaned in. “Be real. Nastiest thing you let a guy do that you secretly loved?”
Y/N took a long sip. “He held my throat while he ate me out. Not choking, just firm, like he was keeping me right there. I came so hard I saw stars.”
Silence hung for half a second, then Aaliyah whispered, “Damn, that’s hot.”
They passed the bottle for another round when Trey’s phone lit up on the coffee table. He read it and chuckled.
“Erik says he’s five minutes out.”
Jada rolled her eyes but smiled. “Finally. I told his ass to hurry up after work. He been acting brand-new since he got back from the military.”
Aaliyah poured fresh shots and slid one toward Y/N. “He’s been texting me all week, miss the crew, miss the vibes.”
The second Erik’s name dropped, Y/N’s stomach plummeted like someone squeezed her insides and let go. She kept her face neutral, took a slow sip, but her fingers tightened around the glass so hard her knuckles paled.
That night flashed back in sharp pieces. She remembered him sitting in her braiding chair, shirtless, his locs half-done and still a little damp from the wash. They were laughing at some stupid story from back in the day while passing the bottle back and forth. She had been focused on twisting the last few locs, trying to keep her hands steady when she felt the shift. The way his eyes changed, getting darker the moment she leaned back to check her work. Then the kiss happened like something that had been building for years. One minute they were talking, the next her shorts were down around her ankles and his mouth was on her. His hands held her thighs open and the low groan he let out against her skin sounded like he had been waiting for this longer than he would ever admit.
Then the texts the next morning. She left them all on read. Couldn’t face what it meant, that she’d been in love with him quietly for years and one night cracked that wide open. So she ignored him until he stopped trying.
Now he was minutes away.
She could already picture him stepping in. Would he look at her normal? Pretend it never happened? Or would one glance pull everything back?
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They squeezed in one more round to kill time. Jada got dared to moan the name of the last person she hooked up with for fifteen seconds straight. She did it low and dramatic, drawing it out until Trey was cracking up and Aaliyah was covering her face. Then Trey picked truth and had to admit the last time he got head in a car. He told the story with zero shame making everyone laugh until their sides hurt. Y/N picked dare again and had to send a voice note describing how she liked to be touched. She kept it short and the group lost it when they played it back.
The laughs were still echoing when a firm knock sounded at the front door.
Trey hopped up from the floor. “That’s him. I got it.”
He walked over and opened the door. Erik stepped inside carrying two large pizza boxes stacked on top of each other, the smell of hot cheese and pepperoni filling the room right away. Trey took one of the boxes from him with a grin. “My guy, you came through.”
Erik looked too good. His locs were freshly twisted into neat barrels that framed his face perfectly. He had on a crisp black shirt that hugged his muscular arms and chest, the short sleeves showing off the scars on his biceps. A thick gold chain rested against his collarbone and a matching gold watch gleamed on his wrist. Black joggers sat low on his hips and he rocked a fresh pair of Jordans that still looked box-fresh. The whole fit was simple but it hit different on him, like everything he wore was made to remind you exactly who he was.
He greeted everyone with a small smile showing off his gold fronts. “What’s good, y’all?” He gave Jada a quick hug, then Aaliyah, dapping Trey up properly once the pizza was set on the coffee table.
When he got to Y/N he paused for a second. “Long time no see.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her into a hug. It was tighter than the others. His cologne hit her immediately, that woody scent mixed with something fresh that made her head spin. He smelled so good it was almost unfair. As he held her he leaned in close to her ear.
“Missed you, baby. You been ignoring a nigga.”
He gave her one last gentle squeeze before pulling away. Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure everyone could hear it, but she just smiled back trying to play it cool while her stomach did flips all over again.
The group settled back in. Erik dropped down on the floor near the coffee table right across from Y/N. He grabbed a slice of pizza, took a big bite, and leaned back on one elbow.
Jada was already reaching for another slice. “About time you showed up. We were starting to think you got lost.”
Erik chuckled, gold flashing again. “Nah, I had to make sure y’all had something to eat. Can’t have my people starving while y’all out here playing nasty games.”
Aaliyah smirked. “Speaking of nasty games, you just missed some wild shit. But we can catch you up real quick if you want in.”
Erik’s eyes flicked over to Y/N for a brief second before he looked back at the group. “I’m down. What we playing?”
The tension in Y/N’s chest tightened even more as the circle reformed with Erik now sitting right across from her. The night suddenly felt a lot heavier and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could pretend everything was normal.
Y/N tried to focus on the slice of pizza in her hand but her appetite was gone. The cheese tasted like nothing while her mind kept replaying that whisper in her ear and the way his arms had felt around her. Erik settled in across from her on the floor with his legs stretched out casually.
Jada wiped her hands on a napkin and grinned at him. “Truth or dare, Erik?”
Erik took another bite of pizza chewing slowly before he answered. “Truth.”
Trey leaned forward. “Bet. Here’s a good one. What’s the nastiest thing you’ve done to a girl that made her shake so bad she couldn’t walk right after?”
The room got quiet for a second. Erik didn’t even hesitate. He looked straight at Y/N while he answered.
“Last time I was with somebody I really wanted… I had her laid back on the couch after she did my locs. I ate her pussy for so long she came three times back to back. Had her thighs squeezing my head so tight I could barely breathe, but I wasn’t stopping. By the time I was done she was shaking so bad she couldn’t even sit up straight. Had to carry her to the bed.”
He kept his eyes locked on Y/N the entire time he spoke. Y/N could feel the heat rushing to her face. She avoided his gaze completely, staring down at the pizza box like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Her hand tightened around her glass as she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of the Don Julio hoping the burn would distract her from the way her body was reacting. Her thighs pressed together without thinking, memories flooding back so strong she almost choked on the liquor. She could still feel his locs brushing her skin, the way his tongue had moved, the low groans he made like he couldn’t get enough.
Jada let out a low whistle. “Damn, Erik. That’s cold.”
Aaliyah laughed. “Three times? Boy, you wasn’t playing.”
Erik just smirked still watching Y/N even though she refused to look up. “What can I say? When I want something, I take my time with it.”
The air in the room felt thicker now, the game suddenly a lot more dangerous with him sitting right there. Y/N took another sip from her glass trying to steady her breathing while her heart raced. She could feel his eyes on her like he was daring her to look back at him.
Jada clapped her hands once. “Alright, let’s make the next part interesting. We got two honey packs in the kitchen. How about we play a quick round of ‘Never Have I Ever’ with a twist? Whoever has done the thing has to drink. Last person with alcohol left in their cup loses and has to take one of the honey packs.”
Aaliyah’s face lit up. “Yes! I’m down for that.”
Trey laughed and reached for the bottle to top off everyone’s glasses. “Bet. But y’all better not gang up on me. I’m innocent over here.”
Erik smirked. “Innocent? Yeah, okay. Let’s run it. I’m not scared of a little honey.”
Jada hopped up and came back from the kitchen with the two small gold packets placing them right in the middle of the coffee table. “These right here. Loser takes the whole packet. No backing out once the game starts.”
They all raised their glasses and started the round. The questions stayed playful at first.
“Never have I ever had sex in a car,” Aaliyah said.
Trey, Jada, and Erik drank right away. Y/N kept her glass still for that one.
“Never have I ever hooked up with someone I met at the gym,” Trey threw out next.
Jada and Aaliyah drank. Erik took a sip, chuckling.
“Never have I ever gone down on someone in the shower,” Jada said with a grin.
Trey and Erik drank. Y/N sipped once.
“Never have I ever had a one-night stand that turned into something more,” Aaliyah said.
Erik drank again, along with Jada.
“Never have I ever recorded myself having sex,” Trey added.
Erik and Aaliyah drank. Y/N took a small sip feeling the liquor warming her up.
“Never have I ever had sex somewhere I could’ve gotten caught easily,” Jada said.
Everyone except Trey drank that time. The laughs were flowing and the cups were getting lower fast.
After a few more rounds, Trey checked the glasses. “Damn… Erik, you’re the last one with a decent amount left, but after that last one you’re basically empty too. Looks like you lose, bro.”
Jada picked up one of the gold honey packets from the table and waved it in the air. “Rules are rules. Loser takes the whole thing right now.”
Erik leaned forward. “Aight, bet. Hand it over.”
Jada passed him the packet. Erik took it, turning the small gold wrapper over in his fingers while the group watched. He glanced around the circle, then ripped it open with his teeth squeezing the golden liquid onto his tongue like it was nothing. He swallowed it down maintaining eye contact with the group the whole time, but Y/N could feel his gaze linger a little longer when it passed over her.
The room erupted in cheers and laughs. Jada clapped. “That’s my dawg!”
Trey grabbed another slice of pizza. “Now we wait and see what that does to you. This should be entertaining.”
Erik just chuckled low, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he set the empty wrapper on the table. He looked completely unbothered, but Y/N noticed the way his jaw tightened just slightly right after he swallowed. She quickly looked away focusing on her own drink again.
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A couple hours had passed. The pizza boxes were empty and they had moved through Spades, Uno, and were now deep into random drinking games.
Erik had gotten quieter as the night went on. He was still joking with everyone, but he kept shifting his position on the floor.
Trey was dealing the next round when he suddenly paused mid-shuffle. He looked down at Erik’s lap and let out a low chuckle.
“E, you good?” Trey asked nodding toward Erik’s obvious erection straining against his black joggers. “Nigga got a whole tent going on over there.”
The room went quiet for a second.
“Oh shit,” Jada muttered covering her mouth with wide eyes.
Aaliyah burst out laughing and quickly looked away. “Jesus, Erik…”
Erik glanced down at himself then shrugged casually with zero embarrassment. He didn’t try to hide it or close his legs. “Imma handle that later,” he said voice a little deeper than it had been earlier.
As he spoke, his eyes drifted over to Y/N. The look lingered just a second longer than normal before he looked away again. Her thighs pressed together without her meaning to.
Trey smirked. “You sure you don’t need a minute, bro?”
Erik leaned back on one hand. “Nah, I’m straight. We can keep playing.” He adjusted himself once, “This honey just got me real… aware right now.”
Jada shook her head with a grin. “That pack is no joke. You look like you’re ready to pounce on something.”
The group laughed.Erik stayed relaxed on the outside, but his eyes kept finding their way back to Y/N every few minutes.
Y/N stayed quiet focusing on her drink and pretending to laugh along with everyone else. But she could still feel the weight of his attention on her skin like a hand she couldn’t quite brush off.
The game eventually fizzled out as everyone started feeling the effects of the long night and all the shots. Jada stretched and looked around at the mess. “Alright y’all, let’s clean up a little before we get too lazy.”
They all got up slowly, groaning and laughing as they started picking up. Trey gathered the empty pizza boxes and shot glasses while Aaliyah folded blankets and picked up cards from the floor. Jada wiped down the coffee table. Erik helped out too, grabbing a few napkins and empty cups.
After about ten minutes, Erik checked his phone and stood up straight. “I’m gonna head out. Got an early morning tomorrow.”
He started saying his goodbyes, giving everyone a hug. He dapped Trey up first, then pulled Jada into a tight hug rocking her side to side. “Good seeing y’all, for real.” He hugged Aaliyah next.
Then he turned to Y/N.
She stood up trying to keep it casual. Erik stepped in and wrapped his arms around her. The hug lingered. His body felt warm against hers and that same woody cologne wrapped around her again. He held her for a few extra seconds.
Right before he pulled away, he leaned in close to her ear.
“Come through to my crib when you leave here.”
He gave her one last gentle squeeze before stepping back like nothing had happened. He grabbed his keys and headed toward the door. “Catch y’all later. Don’t get too crazy without me.”
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Y/N stood there frozen for a second with Erik’s words echoing in her head. Her stomach felt like it dropped and her thoughts were all over the place. She felt discombobulated.
They continued tidying up the living room completely oblivious to what Erik had just dropped on Y/N before walking out the door.
She bent down to pick up a pillow trying to act normal, but her mind was already spinning with the decision she now had to make.
Y/N helped with the last bit of cleanup tossing a few more cups in the trash and folding one of the blankets. Once everything looked decent, she grabbed her bag and keys.
“Alright y’all, I’m about to head out,” she said. “Thank you for tonight. I had fun.”
She went around giving everyone hugs. Jada squeezed her tight telling her to text when she got home. Aaliyah hugged her next. Trey gave her a big bear hug and kissed the top of her head like the big brother he always acted like.
“Drive safe, Y/N. Love you girl,” he said.
“Love y’all too,” she replied with a small smile before heading out the door.
She wasn’t too drunk. Just nicely buzzed, enough to feel loose but still in control. The night air felt cool on her skin as she walked to her car. Once she got inside she didn’t start the engine right away. She just sat there in the driver’s seat staring out the windshield while replaying everything that happened tonight.
Come through to my crib when you leave here.
She let out a deep breath and rubbed her hands over her face. Was she really about to do this? Go to his house? After she spent months ignoring his texts and trying to bury everything that happened between them? What if it brought all those old feelings rushing back? The ones she swore she had under control?
Just then, her phone buzzed on the passenger seat.
She picked it up and saw a message from Erik. The preview showed a blurred picture. Her thumb hovered for a second before she clicked it open.
It was a photo of Erik. He was still in those black joggers standing in what looked like his bedroom. One of his hands was gripping his thick print through the fabric. The picture was clear enough to see just how big and heavy he was.
Right underneath it the message read:
<I need you.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She felt a rush of heat flood between her legs, her pussy instantly getting wet. Her thighs pressed together on their own as she stared at the picture.
“Fuck…” she whispered to herself.
That sealed it.
She sat there for a few more seconds. Besides… it’s just going to be one night, she told herself. What’s the worst that could happen?
She started the car, typed Erik’s address into her GPS, and pulled off.
About twenty minutes later Y/N pulled up outside Erik’s house. The drive felt both too long and too short. Her stomach was in knots the entire way.
She parked on the street and sat in the car for a moment staring at his front door. Her hands were slightly shaky as she picked up her phone and typed:
>I’m outside
His reply came back almost instantly.
>It’s opened.
Y/N stared at the message. She took a slow breath trying to steady herself.
It’s just one night, she reminded herself. Just one night.
She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and walked up to his front door. After another deep breath she twisted the knob and stepped inside.
The house was dimly lit with just a couple of lamps on casting a warm glow through the living room. Soft music played from somewhere deeper inside. She closed the door behind her and locked it.
Then Erik appeared from the hallway.
He was shirtless now. His muscular chest and abs were on full display. The scars on his biceps and torso were visible and his joggers sat low on his hips showing the deep V-line leading down.
Erik didn’t say anything else at first. He just walked toward her slowly. When he stopped in front of her, he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
He reached out and gently took her bag from her hand setting it down on the nearby chair without breaking eye contact. Then he stepped even closer, one hand sliding around her waist pulling her body flush against his.
“You drove all the way over here,” he murmured, “after ignoring me for months.”
Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt how hard he still was, the thick outline of his erection pressing against her stomach through his joggers. The honey pack was clearly still working overtime.
“I wasn’t…” she started, but the words got caught in her throat when his other hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.
“You wasn’t what?” he asked tilting his head slightly. “You wasn’t thinking about me? Or you wasn’t ready to admit you missed this too?”
Before she could answer, Erik leaned down and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Y/N melted into him. Her hands instinctively slid up his bare chest feeling the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart.
When he finally pulled back they were both breathing heavier.
“I been thinking about you since that night,” he admitted, forehead resting against hers. “Every time I tried to let it go… I couldn’t. And tonight?” He let out a low chuckle, almost strained. “I need you, Y/N. For real.”
His hands slid down to grip her ass. Y/N let out a shaky breath, her pussy throbbing with need.
Erik kissed her again before trailing his lips to her ear.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re not about to run out that door.”
She looked up at him. Her voice came out soft but steady.
“I want this,” she whispered. “I’m not running.”
That was all Erik needed.
He kissed her again. One hand stayed on her ass while the other slid up her back and into her hair tilting her head exactly how he wanted. The kiss turned hungry fast.
He walked her backward until her back gently hit the wall. Erik pulled away just enough to look at her.
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt. He peeled it off slowly tossing it somewhere behind him. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he let out a low curse under his breath before leaning down to kiss and suck on her neck trailing wet kisses across her collarbone.
Y/N’s head fell back against the wall, a soft moan slipping out as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his hand squeezed her other breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Y/N’s back pressed against the cool wall as Erik dropped to his knees in front of her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked up at her with those hooded eyes while he slowly dragged her pants and panties down her legs. He took his time kissing her inner thighs the whole way and sucked lightly on the sensitive skin until she was squirming.
“Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy,” he groaned. He spread her legs wider throwing one over his shoulder so she was completely open for him. “Look at you… already dripping for me.”
He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit licking up all her wetness in one long stroke. Y/N moaned loudly, her hand flying to the top of his head gripping his fresh barrel twists. Erik let out a deep groan against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
He didn’t tease for long.
Erik buried his face between her legs like a man starved. His tongue was everywhere licking broad stripes up her pussy, swirling around her swollen clit, then dipping inside her hole to fuck her with it. Wet sounds filled the hallway as he ate her greedily, sucking on her folds, slurping loudly on her juices like he couldn’t get enough.
“Shit, Erik…” Y/N whimpered.
He pulled back just enough to spit on her pussy watching it drip down before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth hard. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against her clit, fingers pumping faster. “Fuck my face. Use my tongue like you been wanting to.”
Y/N’s legs shook as she rode his mouth, grinding against his tongue while he finger-fucked her harder. He added a third finger to stretch her open, the wet squelching sounds getting louder. Erik moaned into her pussy the whole time clearly enjoying every second of it.
He pulled his fingers out for a moment, spread her pussy lips wide with both thumbs, and spat directly on her clit before sucking it back into his mouth with slurping sounds. His tongue flicked rapidly against her swollen nub while he looked up at her.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, voice muffled. “This pussy still mine, ain’t it?”
Y/N could barely answer, just moaned his name like a prayer as her orgasm built fast. Erik could feel it. He locked his arms around her thighs holding her in place so she couldn’t run from the pleasure and attacked her clit with relentless suction and fast flicks of his tongue.
“Cum on my face, baby,” he demanded. “Let me taste how much you missed this dick.”
That pushed her over the edge.
Y/N came hard, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the wall as she cried out. Erik didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her through it, moaning loudly like her orgasm was the best thing he’d tasted all night.
Erik finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at her with a satisfied smirk.
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Erik stood up slowly.
“Come here,” he said.
He took her hand and led her over to the couch. The second they reached it, he sat down, legs spread wide, and pulled her down between them so she was on her knees on the floor in front of him. One arm stretched along the back of the couch as he looked at her with that intense stare.
Y/N’s hands shook slightly with anticipation as she reached for the waistband of his joggers. She tugged them down his hips and his thick dick sprang out. The head was already leaking precum, veins prominent along the shaft. He was rock hard from the honey pack and he looked even bigger than she remembered.
“Fuck…” she whispered wrapping her hand around the base. He was so thick her fingers barely met.
Erik let out a low groan, head tilting back for a second before he looked down at her again.
“Go ‘head, baby,” he murmured.
Y/N leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his dick all the way up to the tip licking up the bead of precum that had formed. She swirled her tongue around the head before wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently.
“Shit… just like that,” Erik groaned, one hand sliding into her hair.
She took more of him into her mouth, sucking him deeper, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. He was so thick it made her jaw ache in the best way. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could using her hand to stroke what didn’t fit.
Erik’s grip tightened in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth feels good. You been thinking about this dick, huh?”
Y/N moaned around him in response sucking harder, saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked him sloppily. The wet sounds filled the room.
“That’s it… choke on it,” he growled with hips lifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth. “Get it real wet for me. I want you drooling all over this dick.”
She did exactly that. Spit ran down her chin as she sucked him messily, hollowing her cheeks, twisting her hand around the base while she focused on the sensitive head. Erik’s breathing got heavier.
He looked down at her, eyes half-lidded. “Look at you… on your knees sucking me like you missed this shit. You do miss it, don’t you?”
Y/N pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. “Yes…” she breathed before diving back down taking him even deeper and gagging softly as the head hit the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck,” Erik hissed, his hand guiding her head as he slowly fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Keep gagging on it. I love that shit.”
She worked him eagerly. Spit dripped down onto his balls and she reached down to massage them earning a deep moan from him.
Erik’s abs flexed every time she took him deep. His breathing got heavier as he got closer.
Erik groaned deeply. “Fuck… get up here.”
He pulled her off his dick with a wet pop and yanked her up onto the couch. In one motion he sat back against the cushions and pulled her on top of him. His spit-slick dick rested hard against her stomach as he gripped her hips.
“Ride me,” he demanded. “I want this pussy right now.”
Y/N didn’t hesitate. She reached between them, wrapped her hand around his heavy dick, and lined him up with her dripping entrance. She rubbed the fat head up and down her wet folds a few times before slowly sinking down.
“Fuuuuck…” she moaned as he stretched her open.
Erik’s head fell back against the couch.“Goddamn, this pussy tight as hell. Keep going, baby. Take all this dick.”
She worked herself down until her ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling was overwhelming. Y/N let out a shaky whimper adjusting to his size while her walls clenched around him.
Erik gripped her ass with both hands to spread her open. “That’s it. Look at you swallowing my whole dick. Now ride it.”
Y/N started moving. The wet squelching sounds were loud as she lifted up and slammed back down as her juices coated his dick and dripped down his balls.
“Shit, just like that,” Erik groaned watching where they were connected. “Look how wet you got my dick. You been needing this, haven’t you?”
“Yes…” she moaned picking up the pace. She braced her hands on his chest and started bouncing harder, ass clapping against his thighs with every drop.
“Fuck me back,” she gasped.
Erik smirked as he gripped her hips tighter and started fucking up into her hard. The couch creaked under them as he pounded into her pussy.
“This what you been ignoring?” he growled eyes locked on her bouncing tits. “This dick been waiting on you and you was playing games.”
He sat up suddenly as he wrapped one arm around her waist and sucked hard on her nipple while he fucked her senseless. Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him faster grinding her clit against him with every thrust.
Erik pulled back just enough to look at her face. “Ride this dick like you sorry. Show me how much you missed it.”
Y/N started bouncing harder. Her pussy was creaming all over his dick. Erik groaned loudly, one hand slapping her ass hard before gripping it again.
“Goddamn, you soaking me, baby. This pussy talking to me and everything.”
He leaned back again letting her take control. Y/N rode him like she was possessed.
Erik’s abs flexed with every thrust. “Keep fucking me just like that. I want this pussy to remember who it belongs to.”
But right as his breathing started getting ragged and his grip tightened, he suddenly sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and stood up with her still on his dick.
Y/N gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hallway like she weighed nothing.
He kicked open the bedroom door, tossed her onto the bed, and flipped her over roughly.
“Face down, ass up,” he ordered. “Now.”
Y/N arched her back quickly pressing her chest into the mattress and lifting her ass high for him. Erik smacked her ass hard.
“This what you made me wait for?” he growled. He smacked her ass harder this time watching it jiggle. “Months of ignoring my fucking texts… acting like this pussy wasn’t mine.”
He lined his dick up with her dripping hole and slammed in deep in one thrust.
“Fuuuuck!” Y/N cried out gripping the sheets.
Erik didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her, his balls slapping against her clit with every punishing stroke.
“This my pussy,” he grunted smacking her ass again. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she moaned loudly pushing back against him.
He gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her even harder.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled. “Who the fuck does this pussy belong to?”
“It’s yours, Erik!” she cried out. “It’s your pussy!”
“That’s right,” he snarled smacking her ass repeatedly. “You been keeping my shit away from me. Now take this dick like you owe me.”
He fucked her mercilessly. The bed creaked loudly under them. Y/N’s moans turned into broken whimpers as he hit that spot over and over.
Erik reached down and rubbed her clit while still pounding into her. “You better cum on this dick. Right now. Don’t hold that shit.”
The combination of his aggressive strokes, the sting from his smacks, and his fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge fast.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down hard around him gushing wetly as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Fuck yes,” Erik groaned fucking her through it. “That’s my good girl. Cream all on this dick.”
He kept thrusting through her orgasm for a few more strokes before he suddenly pulled out with a wet sound. He stroked his dick fast aiming at her back.
“Shit— I’m about to nut,” he growled.
Thick ropes of cum shot across her back in heavy spurts. Erik moaned loudly as he emptied himself, painting her skin from her shoulder blades all the way down to the curve of her ass. He kept stroking until every drop was out.
“Fuck…” he panted looking down at the mess he made on her.
He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck softly.
“Don’t move,” he murmured.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. Y/N heard the sink running for a few seconds before he returned with a warm cloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped her back cleaning his cum off her skin with gentle strokes. The warm cloth felt soothing against her skin.
Once he was done he tossed the cloth toward the hamper and gently flipped her over onto her back. He laid down beside her pulling her into his chest. Y/N curled up against him, one leg draped over his, her head resting on his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing slowly settling. Erik’s hand rubbed slow circles on her back while her fingers traced patterns over his scars.
After a couple minutes, Y/N let out a soft laugh.
“So… that honey pack really had you acting different tonight,” she teased. “I thought you were gonna tear my ass up.”
Erik chuckled lowly. “That shit had me gone. I was trying to behave in front of everybody, but my dick had other plans.”
Y/N smiled against his skin relaxing further into him.
The silence returned for a little while before Erik spoke again.
“…Why you been ignoring me, Y/N?”
Y/N froze for a second her fingers stopping their movement. She stayed quiet as she stared at the ceiling.
He waited patiently still rubbing her back.
She finally let out a shaky breath.
“I got scared,” she admitted softly. “That night… it felt like too much. I’ve liked you for years, Erik. Like, really liked you. And when we crossed that line, it hit me how deep it was. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just… shut down. Ignoring you felt safer than admitting how I felt.”
She paused.
“I thought if I ignored it long enough, the feelings would go away. But they didn’t.”
Erik was quiet for a moment, processing her words. Then he tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“I wish you would’ve told me that instead of disappearing on me,” he said gently. “I’m not mad at you for being scared. But I need you to talk to me next time. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ve been feeling you for a long time too.”
He tilted her chin up so she could look at him.
“I’m not perfect, and I know I got a lot going on with adjusting back to civilian life… but I want this. I want you. We don’t gotta rush or put a label on it right now if you not ready. But I’m done with the ignoring part. If you scared, tell me. If you need space, tell me. Just don’t shut me out again. Aight?”
Y/N searched his eyes for a second, then nodded slowly, feeling some of the weight lift off her chest.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I won’t shut you out again.”
Erik gave her a small smile and pulled her closer before kissing her forehead.
“Good. Now bring your ass closer and let me hold you properly.”
She smiled softly and snuggled deeper into his chest, finally relaxing as his arms wrapped around her tightly. The silence that followed felt peaceful this time.
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Whewww, I know I was supposed to post this earlier but college had me super busy 😭 I’m finally on summer break now, so I should be able to upload consistently!
Hope y’all enjoyed it! 🤎
BLACK PANTHER dir. Ryan Coogler
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.
