pornstar!erik whom is very big in the sex work community; in fact almost everytime someone opens up twitter one of his explicit posts pop up. every video or tweet has some type of lewd and yummy kink imbedded in it.
pornstar!erik who’s videos are your absolutely most favorite porn videos to watch; your body releases the most amazing mind blowing orgasms known to mankind whenever you’re watching him.
and one normal day; you’re at the store buying a series of things that you know you’re not going to use but yet choose to go ahead and get them anyways when you see a handsome and muscular tall man with long dreads flowing down his back, his gorgeous brown skin gleaming in the light of the store. his stance seemed awfully familiar; almost too familiar like you’ve seen his body naked a few times.
the man notices you staring and walks over to you before flirting; + getting your number and giving you his. after that day on you start messaging and talking to the man more. and once three weeks of talking when by you end up going out on the first official date with him.
the place was a bit fancy; the meals were pricey and in the back of your mind you couldn’t help to question on how one would be able to afford all of this for a first date.
after the date was over more time passed and the two of you became very clingy towards each other; and were going out on dates a lot. but your suspicions grew more stronger about the man’s career, you wondered how he afforded to buy you all these gifts and clothes and buy himself all these things.
it wasn’t until you logged into twitter one day; and the familiar account that you oh loved so much had described a moment that you and erik shared just a few days ago; and in that moment you decided to break up with him for keeping such a big secret.. and you tried, you really did try. but as the words were leaving your lips erik stopped you and immediately had you face down ass up in his mattress; purposely and deeply but yet also roughly drilling his long && veiny dick into your wet, gummy, && pink walls. cries and moans flew out of your mouth.
“can’t believe this shit.. you think ‘bout leavin’ me?” he spoke; grabbing a fistful of your coils and pulling you up to him. “nah.. that ain’t gone happen.” he groaned before slightly dropping his back. the feel of your walls gripping his sensitive member felt so euphoric, he felt himself about to spill in you for what felt like the millionth time. “pa! i’m g-gone cum!” you cried and whimpered; thrusting your hips back. trying oh so desperately to chase your orgasm.
“cum.” the simple command was the only thing you needed to help push you towards the edge; your orgasm rippled through your body and your juices splurged out of your sweet, overstuffed, and overstimulated essence. your orgasm was followed by erik moaning and spilling his seed into you before softly thrusting into you to pump it deeper inside.
Can you write a fic where Erik & the OC (BLACK OFC) have been bickering a all week- (yk going back & forth, tension growing, attitudes & all) & Erik has been trying to give her grace & be nice, but he spazzes when she calls him a b*tch & puts her in her place for hours.☺️
Watch Your Mouth
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black OC (Cali)
Summary: For days, Cali’s been pushing his buttons, sharp tongue, colder shoulder, testing his patience in every room they share. And Erik, for once, has been trying to give her grace. But when the argument peaks and she drops a word he can’t ignore, he doesn’t explode. He responds — with hours of quiet, punishing, possessive domination that reminds Cali who she belongs to. Erik never raises his voice. Never lays hands in anger. He doesn’t have to.
Even the refrigerator hum felt loud against the tension hovering between them.
Cali stood at the sink rinsing out a glass like it owed her something. Shoulders stiff. Jaw tight. She hadn’t said more than two full sentences to Erik since Monday, and now it was Thursday night, and her silence was intentional.
He sat at the counter behind her. Calm. Slow. Watching.
“You really gon’ keep up with this attitude?”
His voice was low. Steady. Not annoyed, not yet. Just… watching the game unfold like he was giving her space to choose how far she wanted to take it.
Cali didn’t turn around.
“You really gon’ keep acting like you don’t deserve it?”
Erik exhaled once. Not sharp. Just slow. Then leaned forward, arms on the counter.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t be mad. I said you was draggin’ this.”
“Draggin’ it?” She finally turned, voice clipped. “You lied about where you were on Sunday, Erik. I had to find out from Tone. You left me sitting at that bar for forty minutes—”
“I was handling some shit. I told you that.”
“No. You explained that after I found out. You didn’t tell me shit before.”
He nodded slowly. Quiet.
“You right.”
That caught her off guard. She blinked, lips parted, halfway into another comeback that died before it left her mouth.
Erik stood. Moved around the counter. Closed the distance.
He didn’t touch her.
Didn’t crowd.
Just looked down at her with those slow-burning eyes and a face that rarely gave anything away unless he wanted to.
“I messed up. I should’ve told you where I was. Should’ve picked up. I ain’t gon’ hold you on that.”
Her arms stayed crossed. Chin tilted.
“So why do I still feel like I’m the one apologizing?”
“Because you don’t know how to lose a fight, even when you already won.”
That landed.
Cali blinked. Tightened her arms around herself like armor.
He stepped closer. Still not touching.
“I let you get your shots off all week. I ain’t raised my voice. I ain’t called you out your name. I been givin’ you grace, Cali.”
“Oh, you want a pat on the back for not being a dick?”
“No.” His voice was lower now. Quiet enough to feel like pressure against her chest. “I want you to recognize that I’m not your enemy.”
“Then stop acting like it.”
She moved past him, shoulder brushing his chest, and he let her go. Watched her walk toward the bedroom. Watched her carry that fury like a second skin.
And he said nothing.
Now:
It was past midnight. The house was quiet again.
Cali was in bed scrolling her phone with attitude still sitting heavy in her throat. Erik walked in shirtless, hair tied back, sweatpants low on his hips.
“You still mad?”
“I’m fine.”
“Cool.” He started toward the dresser.
She didn’t look up. “Real bold to get in this bed after all that.”
“Real bold to still be actin’ like a brat after I let you ice me for five days.”
“Let me?” She scoffed, tossing the phone aside. “You not in charge of my emotions.”
He turned his head, watching her over his shoulder.
“I ain’t. But I am in charge of how I respond to disrespect.”
Cali raised a brow. “You gon’ sulk about your pride now?”
“Nah,” he said, calm as ever. “I’m gon’ let you keep talking. Until you go too far.”
“You already bein’ a little bitch about it, so—”
Silence.
Cali froze.
Erik turned around fully. Walked toward her slowly. No rush. No heat in his face. Just that stillness, the kind that came before the sky cracked open.
He sat at the edge of the bed. Rested his elbows on his knees. Looked at her like she was already undone.
“That the word you landed on?”
No reply.
The room was quiet except for Cali’s breathing, sharp and tight, and Erik’s calm steps across the carpet.
He didn’t slam the door. Didn’t raise his voice. He simply took her phone from the nightstand, placed it face down, and pulled her toward the foot of the bed like he’d already made the decision for both of them.
“I gave you five days,” he said quietly, voice like smoke. “Now you get me.”
Cali’s heart pounded. Not from fear, from knowing.
She should’ve stopped.
Should’ve shut up before she pushed too far.
But now?
Now it was too late for warnings.
He turned her around. Stood close, too close, fingers at her waist as he looked her in the face. No anger. Just control. Deep and rooted.
“Take it off.”
Her robe.
She hesitated.
He raised one brow. That was all.
So she obeyed.
Untied the knot. Let it slip down her shoulders. The air kissed her skin. Erik’s eyes never left her face, not even when the robe hit the floor.
“All of it.”
She stepped out of her panties slowly. Let him watch.
Erik sat at the edge of the bed. Legs spread. Chest bare. Face unreadable.
“Come here.”
Cali moved toward him. He grabbed her hand and brought her to her knees between his thighs.
“Since your mouth got you in trouble—”
He undid his sweatpants, slow, pulled his dick out, hard and heavy already, then guided her lips open with nothing but a look.
“—it’s only right I fill it.”
She opened.
He slid in.
Deep.
Not thrusting. Not using.
Just holding her there. Still. Full.
One hand rested on her head. The other on his thigh.
“Stay just like that,” he said. “Don’t move. Don’t suck. Just breathe.”
Cali’s eyes fluttered.
He was heavy on her tongue, pulsing slow.
His voice dropped as he looked down at her.
“You don’t get to talk back and then run from the consequences. Nah. You sit right there and take it.”
She moaned around him, barely, and he exhaled hard.
“Mmm. That’s what I thought.”
Minutes passed.
He just watched her. Let her sit with the weight of it. Let the tears build in the corners of her eyes as her jaw ached, throat flexing to hold him.
Then, finally
He pulled back. Just enough for her to gasp softly, eyes glassy.
“Bed. Now.”
Erik didn’t give her time to adjust.
The moment she crawled onto that bed, naked, warm, attitude still dripping off her skin, he was on her. His body heavy. His stare locked in.
She didn’t flinch when he pushed her thighs open. She didn’t have to.
She was already soaked.
“This what five days of mouthin’ off gets you?” he asked, voice low as sin, brushing two fingers through her slit just to feel it. “A throat full and a bed you gon’ cry into?”
Cali didn’t speak.
Didn’t need to.
She bit her bottom lip, watching him ease up over her, slow and smooth like a panther, muscle carved and rolling, that serious, still look on his face. The one he wore before shit got real.
Erik lined himself up, no teasing, no fingers, no warning, just grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
“You ready to behave now?”
She smirked, that same mouth that got her into this mess, parting to say
“You gon’ fuck me or lecture me”
He slid into her deep.
Cut her clean off.
One slow stroke, hips grinding in, until she choked on her own breath, hands grabbing the sheets like they could save her.
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he muttered.
His dick filled her like a memory.
Like punishment.
Thick and steady, stretching her open with no room for attitude, just reality, the weight of who he was and how good he knew she needed this.
He didn’t pull out.
Just rocked inside her, deep grind, hips locked against hers, letting her feel everything.
“You don’t need a lecture,” he said, voice deep in her ear now. “You need to remember who fuckin’ owns this body.”
Cali moaned through clenched teeth. “You always think—”
He pulled out halfway. Slammed back in.
Her breath broke.
“I don’t think,” he growled. “I know.”
He fucked her into the mattress slowly at first.
Controlled. Measured.
One hand on the back of her neck. The other was gripping her thigh, pulling it higher up his hip to make her take all of it.
And she did.
Because she had no choice.
Because Erik didn’t move like a man trying to win, he moved like he already had her.
“Mouth got you in this. Now shut the fuck up and take what you earned.”
He started pounding into her.
Thighs slapping, the mattress squeaking under every brutal thrust.
Cali clawed at the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breath catching every time he hit that deep, dragging spot that made her legs twitch.
“Fuck— Erik—”
“Don’t talk. Don’t run. Don’t do shit ‘til I say.”
He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head back enough to hear her breathe again.
His other hand slid down her ass, rubbed once, then cracked down.
Smack.
Cali gasped, arching. That shit stung.
“That’s for Sunday.”
Smack.
“That’s for Monday, when you didn’t speak to me.”
Smack.
“Tuesday. You slammed that fuckin’ door.”
She whimpered. Legs trembling. Her pussy clenching around him so hard it made him grunt.
“You keepin’ up, ma?”
She barely nodded.
“Good. Then count the rest.”
Smack.
Another one. Across the meat of her ass, firm, sharp, and mean.
“Four,” she hissed, breath shuddering.
Erik didn’t pause.
He drove his dick back into her like he was punishing her for speaking too soon, like her body was the only language he respected right now.
She cried out, legs trying to close.
He gripped her hip hard and held her open.
“Nah. Don’t run now. You talk big, you count big.”
Smack.
“F-Five—!”
Her voice cracked. She sounded wrecked already, and he was just warming up.
He leaned down over her back, chest to her spine, his voice brushing her ear.
“What’s that? Can’t hear you, Cali.”
“Five,” she whispered louder.
“Say it pretty.”
“F-Five… daddy.”
His groan was low. Satisfied. The way her voice broke on that word nearly made him finish right then, but he held it. Controlled. Relentless.
He sat up again. Grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her back with one hand. The other hand is free.
Smack.
“Six.”
He fucked into her hard with that one.
So hard her face was buried in the bed, back arching, voice hitting that edge between a moan and a sob.
“Can’t take it?” he whispered. “Thought you was tough.”
“I am,” she whimpered.
Smack.
“Seven—!”
“Say you sorry.”
“F-For what?”
He stopped moving.
Dick buried inside. Hand still raised.
“Say it. Or I’ll edge you ‘til you cry.”
She bit her lip. Then breathed:
“I’m sorry for callin’ you a bitch.”
“Look at that.”
He smiled. No teeth. All heat.
“Smart girl.”
Smack.
“Eight.”
He let her wrists go. Grabbed her throat instead, just pressure, no choke, and started to really fuck her now.
No talking.
Just thighs slapping, skin on skin, her voice breaking with every thrust.
“Fuck, Erik, I—”
“What? Say it.”
“I c-can’t—”
“Yes you can. You gon’ take every inch of this dick like a woman who knew better than to cross me.”
She tried. God, she tried. But her thighs were trembling now, hips buckling, moans spilling out in stuttering rhythm.
“Please— I’m—”
“You close?”
“Yes—!”
He pulled out. Just like that. Left her empty and gasping.
“Then beg.”
Erik pulled out slowly. Wet. Her slick clung to him in strings as he leaned back on his heels and looked at her.
Cali was trembling.
Face down in the mattress, ass arched high, thighs shaking like her body was seconds away from snapping.
“Then beg,” he said again. Calm. Unmoving.
She turned her head to the side, cheek pressed to the sheets.
“I ain’t beggin’.”
Her voice was small, thick, wrecked, but it was defiant. A thread of pride still hanging on by a breath.
Erik licked his teeth.
“Still talkin’ crazy,” he muttered. “Even now?”
He reached down. Spread her open with both hands and watched her flutter, still wet, still throbbing, still denying herself out of spite.
“You’d rather suffer than give me what I earned?”
“Maybe,” she breathed.
That made him laugh. A short, dark sound low in his throat.
He slapped her ass again, harder this time, and slid back in without warning, deep and mean.
She screamed into the mattress.
“You wanna hold out?”
He gripped her hips and pounded into her.
“Bet. Let’s see how long that pretty little attitude lasts.”
Stroke after stroke, brutal rhythm, no mercy. His dick was driving into her like she was made to take it, like he designed her for this exact kind of correction.
Cali gasped. Moaned. Bit the sheets.
Still didn’t say the words.
“You gon’ cum without my permission, I’ll flip you over and start all over again.”
“F-Fuck you—!”
He grinned.
She was shaking under him now.
Her moans weren’t sharp anymore; they were staggered. Wrecked. Like her whole body was short-circuiting from holding back. Still fighting, but not with fire, with fear of surrendering completely.
Erik slowed his pace.
Not because he was tired. Because he was calculating.
He leaned down, chest to her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Still got somethin’ to prove, huh?”
Cali whimpered. Didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
He kissed her shoulder slowly. Gentle. The only gentle thing in the room.
“All that bark… all that bite. But you cryin’ for me inside, baby.”
His thrusts stayed deep. Dragging. Thick with heat and emotion. The kind of stroke that kissed her soul, not just her body.
“You ain’t got to pretend with me.”
Cali’s hands clawed at the sheets, face buried, body tense. She was right there, but holding on by threads.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back into him, tight.
“I know you. I know what you need. Even when you too proud to ask.”
She gasped. Legs twitching. Her pussy clenching around his dick so tight it made his rhythm stutter.
“You need to feel owned. Safe. Wanted. Even when you fight me… I never stop wanting you.”
That cracked something open.
Her breath hitched. A sob escaped, not pain, not even pleasure, just release. Emotional.
“I love you when you sweet. I love you when you difficult. I love you even when you call me shit you know you don’t mean.”
He kissed her neck. Slowed to a grind.
“You mine. And I forgive you. But I’m not lettin’ you forget it.”
Cali let out a sound, high, broken, soft, like she was trying not to cry.
He fucked into her one last time, deep, slow, and
She came.
Hard.
Clenching around him, sobbing into the mattress, voice breaking with every pulse of pleasure rolling through her.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Lemme feel all that attitude melt out your body.”
She didn’t speak. Couldn’t.
Just shook under him, hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing holding her to earth.
Erik stayed buried deep while she came.
Let her clench around him, cry into the sheets, legs trembling like they’d never walk again.
But he wasn’t done.
Not until she took all of him.
“Still with me?” he asked, voice husky, lips brushing the back of her neck.
Cali made a sound, half-moan, half-whimper, and he smiled.
“Good girl.”
Then he started to fuck her again.
Not fast, deep. With intent.
Each stroke had weight. Like he was fucking his name into her spine.
“You feel that?” he grunted.
“That’s me. All the way up in that attitude you think you still got.”
Cali could only moan in response, breathless, boneless, completely open under him.
Erik grabbed her hips with both hands and drove into her harder now, rhythm tight, jaw clenched, sweat slipping down his chest.
“I should’ve done this days ago,” he muttered.
“Could’ve saved us both the bullshit.”
She whimpered.
He leaned forward again, pressing her into the mattress with the full weight of his body, chest to her back, hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just holding.
“You still mad?” he whispered.
She shook her head.
“Good.”
Because that was his last stroke.
He buried his dick so deep in her it felt like he might merge with her, and groaned. The kind of sound that came from his soul. Quiet, but sharp.
His whole body tensed.
And then he came, pulsing inside her, grinding through it, breath hot against her skin.
“Fuck… fuck, Cali—”
He held her still. Let every drop of him settle inside. Let her feel how he filled her, like it was never even a choice.
Then, finally, his hips slowed. Stopped.
Silence.
Just breath.
Just them.
Still connected. Still pressed together. Still theirs.
–
Erik didn’t pull out right away.
Didn’t even move.
He just stayed there, chest to her back, both of them soaked in sweat and breathless.
His dick was still deep inside her, softening slowly, like even his body didn’t want to let go.
Cali’s face was buried in the sheets.
Her hands were slack now, fingers curled like she didn’t have the energy to hold on to anything anymore.
Her breathing was quiet, shaky. Not from pain. Not even from overstimulation.
Just overwhelmed. In every sense of the word.
Erik slid his hand down her back. Real slow. Real soft. Like his palm was smoothing out all the heat he’d just poured into her.
“You good?”
It came out lower than usual. Raspy. A little too vulnerable for his own liking.
She nodded into the bed.
He kissed her shoulder.
“I mean it, Cali. You alright?”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Erik exhaled slow. Nodded to himself.
Then, finally, he gently pulled out. Watched her flinch just a little from the loss of him, then relax when his hand replaced it on her lower back.
He left for a second.
Came back with a warm cloth, a towel. Quiet. Intentional.
He cleaned her up like she was made of something rare, careful around her thighs, her hips, between her legs. No teasing. No lingering.
Just… care.
“Could’ve just told me you missed me,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
Cali let out a small, breathless laugh.
Half-sound, half-tear.
Erik dropped the towel. Climbed back into bed beside her.
He pulled her into his chest, one arm under her neck, the other across her stomach, and just held her there. Tight. Like something might come and take her back if he let go.
“You fight so fuckin’ hard,” he murmured into her hair. “Even when I’m tryin’ to love you.”
“I know.”
“You break me, sometimes.”
That one sat in the dark for a minute.
Cali turned her head a little, face pressed to his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
He kissed her temple.
“You break me,” she whispered. “But you hold me together too.”
His grip tightened.
“That’s ‘cause you mine,” he said. “Every goddamn piece of you. Even the parts that don’t like me some days.”
Cali breathed deep.
Erik laid there in the dark, hand stroking up and down her side, voice soft:
“Talk crazy again, I’ma break your back next time. In love, though.”
Character: Erik Stevens Moore x Elijah Moore x Elias Moore x Alison Daniels
Warnings: Heavy Smut and barely any plot.
MINORS DNI
One Shot
-
They kept her waiting for weeks. A whole month to be exact.
She had been so needy, a whiny little mess begging for attention— to be touched.
The boys teased her, kisses that lasted a little too long, hands that gripped her ass too tight and fingers that smoothed over her skin way too often.
She wasn’t allowed to touch herself, wasn’t allowed to cry or pout. She just had to take it. Take their absence as her punishment.
She had made the mistake of leaving. One heated argument that ended with her staying at her friend’s house for two nights. Two nights was how long she lasted before she crawled back to them in need of relief.
Her apologies didn’t cut it, not even when it came with the way her pussy cried out to them too.
The boys left her stuck, full of want, body aching from how bad she needed them. All three.
She was so damn greedy and they loved it.
That day they finally agreed she had enough. Her mood had been the worst they’ve ever seen, she snapped at everything, cried at nothing and barked at anyone. Never at them though, she knew better.
But the boys craved her just as bad as she craved them and the punishment started to feel like they were now the ones suffering more than her.
-
Their excuse to get her out of the house was that they had to run errands. She got dressed in a light yellow dress that hugged her curves and poked her ass out with some Hermes sandals and her purse. Her hair had been straightened, sitting down her back in layers of deep brown strands.
She grabbed a random perfume, probably one of the expensive ones that Erik buys her, and sprayed it on. There was no smile on her face, no excitement to be outside at all.
“You ready, mama?” Elijah hugged her from behind. Their shared bedroom was filled with the aroma of her lotion and scent. He buried his face into her neck, sniffing deeply, dragging his nose up and down her soft skin.
“S-stop.” She whispered, body shivering from how sensitive she was. Elijah smirked, deep chuckle floating out his lips.
“Come on, girl. Let’s get you outta here before you explode.”
Alison rolled her eyes and groaned. “It’s not funny.” She pouted.
“My bad, baby.” Elijah smirked, holding her hand as he led them out of the room and outside towards the car where Elias and Erik waited.
-
By the time they reached the brunch spot, Alison felt her stomach rumble. She was glad when their waitress was quick to take their order and disappeared off into the back until it was ready.
They were seated at the far end of the restaurant, deep enough to not be seen but still visible. Alison sat in a booth sandwiched between Elias and Erik, their backs facing the rest of the customers.
She was too busy on her phone to notice the way their conversations hushed, her mind too distracted to see the look they gave each other right before Erik placed his hand on her thigh.
Her body stiffened, eyes shifting to Erik who looked down at her and winked just as Elias placed his hand on her other thigh.
Alison didn’t speak, didn’t bother stopping them as their hands trailed circles onto the meat on her bones, slowly inching closer and closer to her heat. She was already wet, drenched from that little move Elijah pulled earlier. It was no surprise to Erik when his fingers met the damp thong underneath her dress.
“Damn. You already dripping for us?” She nodded, her words caught in her throat as she felt him pull the cloth to the side and rub her already enlarged clit.
Alison couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of Elias sinking two long fingers inside of her awaiting hole. She clenched around him, legs already trembling and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Elijah watched in amusement, his bottom lip cushioned between his teeth. He loved to watch her like this. Trying hard to hide her moans, grasping onto the table like it’ll save her from what they’re doing to her.
You could hear the sounds of Elias sliding in and out of her, cream coating his fingers with every thrust. Erik added more pressure to her nub and Alison couldn’t help but let a whimper escape her lips.
Elijah shook his head. “Nuh uh. Not a fucking sound or I tell them to stop.” Her eyes teared up from how good she felt, how much she needed it.
“C-can I cum?” Elias smirked, leaned down to kiss her cheek and neck.
“Already, baby? I wanted to play with you a little longer”
“I c—can’t hold it.” Alison’s back arched slightly, her body shaking from the buildup.
“Ga head. Let me see you make a mess.” Erik whispered into her ear. Deep voice snapping the last bit of restraint she had before her body bent.
Elias used his free hand to cover her mouth, just as she let out a small cry. Elijah groaned, dick heavy and pulsing under his jeans just from watching her. Erik and Elias were in the same boat, eyes locked onto her as she rode out her orgasm.
Elias pulled back first, fingers going right into his mouth to taste her essence. Erik followed, eyes closing from her taste.
“So good.” He moaned. The man had no shame.
“Let him get a taste, baby.” Elias nodded to Elijah. Alison looked at all three of them, wide eyed and face flushed. Her hands met her wet center, sighing as she dug her fingers into her pussy, coating them in her cum before bringing them to his lips.
Elijah wrapped his mouth around her digits, making sure to suck off everything she was offering. “I could live off of you. So fucking sweet.” He groaned, gripping her wrist to keep her hand there as he licked every single drop.
Alison smiled in satisfaction, her body feeling somewhat lighter, but she needed more and the boys knew that.
-
The car ride to the mall was quiet but the way their bodies hummed was loud enough to fill the small space.
Elijah drove into the parking garage, stopping in a secluded corner. “Go to the backseat.” Was all he said to Alison as he turned the car off.
Elias and Erik stepped out, giving her room sit. Elijah walked around, not bothering to get in the back. “Lay down.” He pulled her legs towards him. Her back met the soft cushion of the seats, thighs spreading open under the weight of his hands.
She didn’t even have time to gasp before he had already slid her thong off of her legs, pocketed them and then shoved his face into her warm abyss.
“Fuuuuckkkk” she moaned loudly, not caring who heard or saw her. Elijah sucked her clit then swirled his tongue around it like it was lollipop. His fingers stretched her out, pumping into her at a pace she could barely keep up with.
Erik and Elijah watched in admiration, just itching to grab her—tear her apart. But that wasn’t part of the plan. Not yet.
Alison whimpered against Elijah, her hands gripping dark coils, shoving his face further into her pussy. “Elijaaahhh oh my god.” Her legs shook, threatening to snap close from the pleasure but Elijah held her open.
“Give me that nut, mama. I want it all in my fucking mouth.” He puckered his lips, spitting on her clit before licking and sucking it back up. Alison’s back arched off the car seats— her orgasm shattering through her. She cried out, squirt bathing Elijah’s face and he just drank it like a man who’s been starved and dehydrated.
Alison felt him pull back, her eyes were glued to the ceiling, body slightly twitching and a small satisfied smile on her face. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
Elias passed him a towel from the trunk, he wiped her down before drying his face and helping her stand up. Alison walked on shaky legs, following Erik towards the elevator.
-
“Get whatever you want, I told you don’t worry about it.” Erik kissed Alison, guiding her deeper into the Louis Vuitton store. “You said you wanted this bag. Get it.”
“It’s too much, Erik.”
“When have we ever worried about anything being too much? Grab the bag, Alison.” Elias commented, already carrying a new pair of sneakers in his hand.
She sighed, pointing to the cute small purse she had been eyeing for months. The store attendant immediately went to go grab the bag from the back, already wrapped up and ready to go.
“Want to try on some clothes?” Erik couldn’t help but hide the sly grin on his face that Alison had completely missed. Too excited to get some new items in her closet.
The dressing room was huge and most importantly, empty. Alison had a big pile of clothes that resulted in her getting the biggest room… all the way in the back.
She closed the curtain, placing the clothes on the rack before starting to strip. Just as she was about to pick up the new dress, Erik walked in. Eyes dark and hungry.
She was completely naked, Elijah had taken her underwear and she didn’t wear a bra.
“Erik! What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer, just lowered his sweats low enough to pull out his shaft and then sat on the bench. “Come ride this dick. Been needing to be inside you all day.”
Alison immediately listened, her body answering before she could. She sunk down onto his length, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “Oh my god, you’re so big.” She whispered against his ear, her head resting against his shoulder.
“Take this shit. This your dick, you ain’t got no other choice.” Alison whimpered, relaxing her body so that she could take him fully.
He groaned, feeling her clench against him. “Good girl, now ride me. Nice and quiet so we don’t get caught, baby.” His hands gripped her ass, helping her bounce up and down on his dick.
Alison wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes squeezed shut, hoping it’ll help her stay silent. But she felt him hitting her G spot with every thrust, her body shook on top of his, begging to cum.
“You so fucking nasty. Look at you.” His hand cradled her jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. “Got me deep in ya guts in the middle of a fitting room. Pussy singing out to me like she ain’t scared that anyone could walk in.”
Alison whimpered, her juices coating him in a thick white froth. “Erriiiikkkkkk—I’m gonna cum.”
“Ga head. Give it to me. I’m bout to nut all in this pussy.” Alison let go, her body arching into him. Erik covered her mouth, knowing how loud she could get. He moaned into her neck, ropes of thick cum shooting into her as he rocked his hips, helping the both of them ride out their orgasms.
The curtain pushed open, Elijah and Elias watching Alison slump onto Erik’s chest.
“Let’s go before y’all get the cops called on us.” Elias helped Alison get off of Erik and get dressed. Elijah pulled out a rag he had, cleaning her off before handing it to Erik to wipe himself down.
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The boys carried her bags as they followed her from store to store. Eyes glued to the way her ass moved, imagining the way her pretty pussy sat in between her legs.
“I gotta pee. I’ll be back.” The boys nodded, watching her walk off.
Once Alison was done, she stepped out of the stall to wash her hands when the door suddenly opened. Elias walked in, smirk sitting on his lips. The sound of the door locking was loud enough to awaken her nerves.
“Elias…” she whispered, eyes darling to the other stall, the door hiding the woman who currently sat in there.
“Bend over for me.” He stood behind her, pressed his hand onto her back so that she bent forward. Their eyes meet in the mirror, his clouded with nothing but lust, hers full of excitement and horror.
“Wait baby. There’s somebody else—”
Elias didn’t bother listening, he lifted her dress, groaning at the sight of her puffy lips. He pulled down his sweats, dick swinging heavy before he grabbed it and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.
“Elias wai—”
Alison moaned loudly at the feel of him stretching her. Slight shuffling came from the occupied stall, the woman peeked through the crack watching as Elias thrusted in and out of Alison. The sound of his length digging deep inside of her causing the woman to bite her lip, eyes wide in shock and need.
“You think I give a fuck about who watching us? You gon take this dick, anywhere, anytime. You hear me?” His hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her up against his chest.
“Yeeeeessssssss fuck— don’t stop. Please.” Alison’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs trembling against his while he fucked her like she owned him pussy. Elias kept her up against him, one hand around her throat, holding but not chocking and the other around her waist.
“Greedy ass pussy. You still ain’t get enough, huh? Been coming and making a mess all day and it’s still begging for more.” His pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping filled the room and the woman in the stall refused to look away. Alison caught the sliver of her eyes, they stared at each other as she moaned and clawed at Elias’s arms.
“I can’t get enough. I can’t. I can’t.” She repeated like a chant. Her body shook, she felt her orgasm trying to unravel her but she didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not while the woman in the stall looked at her like that.
Elias smirked, his eyes leaving Alison’s and going towards the small opening in the stall door. “You like this shit, huh? Like being watched while I turn you into a needy little slut?”
Alison whimpered loudly, her body no longer able to hold on any longer. “Yesss, yes keep fucking. Don’t fucking stop”
He bent her over again, gripped her hips and thrusted into her as fast as he could. Alison’s body bent like a crescent moon, silent cries escaping her lips as she came on Elias’s dick. He kept moving, groaning at the feel of her walls hugging him.
“Gimme that mouth.” He pulled out and Alison followed. She dropped to her knees, mouth open and tongue sliding out as he spilled his nut on her.
She moaned, swallowing all of it before pressing kisses along his shaft. Alison licked and sucked her juices off of him before pulling back and looking up at him with a smile you’d think was innocent.
Elias chuckled and shook his head. “What we gon do with you?” She giggled and stood up. Elias fixed her dress before pulling his sweats up and dragging her out of the bathroom, leaving the woman in the stall completely flushed.
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The feel of the late night breeze kissed their skin as they all lounged around the balcony. Erik and Elias stood by the railing, blunt in between their lips and a cup of liquor in their hands.
Alison sat next to Elijah on the couch that was facing them. They all smelled freshly showered, bodies adorned in sweats and tight T shirts, except for Alison. She wore nothing but a red robe, silk smoothing her skin as she smoked her blunt.
“Come here.” Elijah interrupted the silence, his eyes were low and slightly red. His dick was hard against fabric, he’d been waiting all day to feel her. Alison, crawled on top of him, her back meeting his chest. Her legs opened, sitting on the outside of his thighs.
Elijah groaned, his hands working the knot of the robe before pulling it open. Her dark skin shined against the moons spotlight, her nipples pebbled from the wind, her cunt already wet and glistening.
Elias and Erik stared, not daring to blink.
“Show me what you want.” Elijah kissed the side of her neck, his hands gripping the heaviness of her breasts, squeezing and pulling like his own personal toys.
Alison squirmed, her hands moving down to pull him out of his sweats. He was already leaking, dick standing at attention against her palm.
She braced herself before sinking down onto his length. Eyes squeezing shut at the feel of him opening her up.
“All of it. You gon take all of it. Keep going” He moaned against the skin of her shoulder, his hand moved towards her clit, rubbing her slowly to help her relax.
Alison whimpered, her body easing down onto him. “S-so full.” She gasped, rocking her body back and forth.
“Mhmmm. But you taking it.” Elijah pulled her back against his chest, the small bit of patience he had snapping as he wrapped his arms around her body, firmly placed his feet on the floor and started fucking her.
“Fuck!” She screamed while his dick kept hitting her spot continuously. Elias and Erik watched, dicks in their hands as they stroked themselves.
Alison was in heaven, her body felt elated. Elijah was so deep inside of her that he could practically kiss her cervix. She loved the pain and pleasure of it all.
Her juices spilled out of her, gushes of it hitting the floor but Elijah kept going, moaning in her ear while his hips snapped up into her.
“Always so damn messy.” Erik groaned, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Elijaaahhhhhh” Her cries kept getting louder and louder, strangers passed by, eyes glued to the scene unfolding. Some kept walking, others stood and stared.
“Cum all over me, mama. I want to feel it.” He gripped her face, turning it towards him and pressing their lips together into a heated kiss. She could barely kiss back, her mouth open as little whimpers escaped her lips.
Elijah’s hand went back to her clit. Alison cried out, tears sliding down her face as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Mmm so beautiful.” Elias moaned.
“Mhmm” Erik agreed.
Elijah called out to her as he filled her up with his seed. Alison slumped back onto him, her body completely spent.
Elias walked up to her first, still stroking his dick. She leaned up, breast in perfect position as he spilled his juices onto them. Erik was next, gripping her hair, pulling her mouth to his length and decorating her tongue and lips.
“Satisfied?” Elijah asked, still buried inside of her while his hands smoothed circles on her skin.
summary: You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn't happen again.
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The sound of the ocean waves—something that took a lot of getting used to at first—were now the driving force behind your calm moods these days. Another nightmare had forced you to wake up drenched in sweat, and the only reason you’d been able to slow your breathing was because of the familiar whoosh of ocean water outside of your window.
You didn’t grow up by the water—wasn’t raised anywhere near it—and that sound quickly reminded you that you were far away from home, far away from anywhere familiar, and it filled you with relief. You now spent your days somewhere you would’ve once never considered living, and that was good because it meant no one from your former life would consider it a place for you to live either.
…and they wouldn’t come looking.
You watched the tea kettle heat up with your back pressed to the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Your satin robe stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat that still clung to it. Your heart had long stopped racing, but despite that, goosebumps still littered your arms, and you rubbed your hands up and down them. Despite how safe your mind assured you that you were, your body just refused to agree.
The low lighting in the kitchen was the only warm glow that filled the modest house, and you rubbed your head as you turned to get a mug. When you briefly closed your eyes, dark ones appeared in your mind, and you wondered when—after two years—you’d finally stop conjuring him up.
The face belonging to Erik Stevens was one you hadn’t seen in years, but that name was one you never not thought about. Not only had he been a part of your life for too long to just forget him, but the lasting impact he left made him impossible to ignore. You were literally hiding out in a foreign country under a different name surrounded by people you didn’t know because of that man.
There were days where you cursed yourself for ever getting involved with him—recalling your initial thoughts of him and how he looked like trouble—but Erik had a charm that was hard to resist. With a pretty face framed by locs and gold that winked at you whenever he smiled, he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever be brave enough to bring home, and you had long reluctantly admitted the part that played in his appeal.
He was kind of dangerous…and you’d liked that.
Until it wasn’t random men on the street he was threatening…but you.
The whistle of the kettle pulled you from your thoughts, and you jumped at the sound. You ignored how your hands shook as you poured yourself a cup of tea, exhaling an uneven breath with thoughts of your ex boyfriend on the brain. You never thought that sleeping with the guy who was just way out of your league would change the trajectory of your life. You thought it’d make for a good story to tell to your friends and maybe even a niece or two one day.
You didn’t think that he’d keep coming back, knocking on your apartment door throughout all hours of the night, that plump bottom lip jutted out as you attempted to put your foot down—something something boundaries and respect and all that jazz. The brown-skinned man would slowly blink at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying. The corner of his lips would quirk up into that haughty smirk—something only worn by a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted—and he’d push himself off of the wall, straightening to his full height.
“So you want me to leave?”
The question never sounded sincere, because it wasn’t, and Erik would look down his nose at you while you shuffled your feet, one hand still on the door as you fought with yourself over whether or not to close it in his face. It was useless though because you never not let him in.
You never not took a step back and watched him stride through your door like he owned the place and you with it. You never not watched him peel his jacket off, your own arms crossed over your chest as you committed to being angry for far longer than you actually were. It made you feel like less of a weak willed woman. That too was useless though because its not like you ever stopped him when he turned to you and pulled you closer.
It did no good pretending to be mad when the night always ended the same way.
Erik with his arms around your waist and you with your legs around his.
He was always gone in the morning, until the day he wasn’t, and you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about him sticking around. You actually kind of liked it, and that had scared you. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the mornings, and you weren’t supposed to be asking him if he wanted anything as you stood by the stove. Erik Stevens was not boyfriend material, and yet…
That’s what he became.
Even now, years later, you still weren’t quite sure how that even happened. You didn’t know how you ended up sharing an apartment and picking things up at the store for him and sinking into the warm scented bath water he’d draw for you. You didn’t know how you ended up obeying whenever he’d look at you with those dark eyes before softly demanding a kiss. You didn’t know how you’d started letting him circle his hand around your neck while he was fucking you, pulling words and promises out of you that you’d never say in any other circumstance.
It was something you still couldn’t make sense of, and you desperately needed to if you ever wanted to prevent it from happening again.
“Erik Stevens isn’t your average man off the street…”
That was what they told you when they sat you down in some room that was too bright only hours after showing up at your doorstep. All of it had been too much information to fully retain, but you’d processed the important parts. Erik was military—a SEAL to be more exact—and not just a SEAL but also the kind of man who occasionally dropped off the face of the earth to take out important people. It was a nice way of calling him an assassin, and you remembered how sick you’d felt sitting in that chair, recalling the feel of running your fingers over every raised abrasion along his skin whenever he had his hands on you.
“Is this some frat thing I just haven’t heard of?” you’d jokingly wondered one day.
Erik had simply turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips and a hidden joke in his gaze.
“Nah,” he’d drawled. “They just represent something important to me. Milestones I guess you could say.”
Your determination to be open minded had you relaxing in the arms of a killer—a proud one who wore the name KIllmonger with no shame.
Even still, you hadn’t understood what any of that had to do with you. At that point, you and Erik had been broken up for months, something that hadn’t been easy for you to do. Not just because some part of you still wanted him at the end, but also because a huge part of you was terrified of him. You hadn’t realized that his anger and possessiveness were low on the list of reasons why you should be afraid of him.
“This man is dangerous…and the way you parted ways was…less than amicable to say the least…”
You still hadn’t put the pieces together.
“...and the U.S Government is unable to locate him.”
Winding up in something akin to witness protection because the U.S Government had lost one of their own best ‘assets’ had not been something you ever saw for yourself. To this day, you wondered why the one questionable guy you took a chance on turned out to be far more than just the average jealous asshole.
As you sipped your tea, you thought about the last time you were with him, the way your voice trembled as you stood up to him, telling him it was over. You rubbed your arm, recalling the tight grip he had on it, his voice cold and clipped as he asked you if you realized what you were saying.
“You wanna leave me?” he’d asked, head dipped and brows raised like he wanted to make sure you knew that was what you wanted to do.
You could see then that he’d wanted to fight you on it—probably wanted to do a whole lot more than that—but no one had been more shocked than you when he simply let you go with a soft “a’ight” before gesturing to the door. Everything you wanted to take had been removed while he was out, and you’d been surprised at how sad you weren’t to glance around at the apartment now empty of your stuff.
That was the last time you’d been face to face with Erik Stevens.
Until now.
When the cup that was once in your hands shattered against the floor, you paid no mind to the slight sting of hot tea and ceramic shards hitting your bare feet. Your attempt to turn and leave the kitchen had been thwarted, a tall and broad figure standing just before you in the entrance. The sight of the shadowy figure made your heart drop and your blood run cold. The only light from the kitchen wasn’t enough to reveal him completely, but you’d always been able to recognize him in the dark.
He enjoyed scaring you.
For the first time in your life, your mind went blank, finally understanding that phrase as your lips parted. No sound came out—from neither you or him—and you were sure that the sight of you two just standing in the dark and staring at each other would’ve been comical if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The figure finally moved to tilt his head, his only movement as it leaned to the left just a tad, and the angle made the light glint off of his eyes in a way that made your stomach churn.
You were quick to search for the big light.
You sharply inhaled at the sight of him, confirming what you already knew. He looked the same and different all at once. He was still handsome and tall and wore that expression like you were just so silly to him. However, his hair was longer and the bands of muscle that were his arms were thicker, and he stood with an assuredness that you didn’t like, at all. The flashy gold tooth necklace resting on his collarbone caught the light, and your eyes were briefly drawn to it.
You traced it, a frown taking residence on your face as your gaze kept going. The casual clothes you were used to seeing him in were nowhere in sight, and you took note of the dark attire he was wearing and its patterns. He looked nice—regal one might say—and you swallowed, a very bad feeling festering deep in your stomach.
“What? You got nothing to say to me?”
Hearing his voice for the first time in years brought up a whole lot of emotions you’d tried and failed to bury. You were reminded of his voice in your ear as he woke you up in the mornings or even when he was whispering the filthiest of things against your skin as he kissed his way down it. But you also remembered the angry tone of it when he was interrogating you about some guy who’d waved at you or was questioning your feelings for him.
You remembered loving him and craving him…but you also remembered how terrified he made you feel.
At that, you took a step back—almost dazed—and the man before you kissed his teeth.
“You still on that bullshit, huh.”
Those words—filled with so much dismissal and arrogance—finally made you find your voice.
“What are you doing here?” you gasped, your question coming out choked. “How did…?”
When Erik finally moved, half of him was bathed in the shadows from the rest of the house, and the kitchen light hit his eye again in the way it did before. It glinted dangerously, almost like a feline if you didn’t know any better, and you took another step back. Erik followed your movements intensely, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
“How…” he tested the word in his mouth, humming. “How is never as important as why.”
You weren’t amused by whatever he was playing at, and that crooked smile only grew.
“So serious,” he mocked, moving to fold his hands behind his back as he looked you up and down, and you hated the way he swiped his tongue between his lips as he did so. “You’re not glad to see me? Not even a little?”
When you said nothing, you watched him roll his eyes, shaking his head and his locs moved with the action. When his gaze met yours again, all humor had been wiped from his face. His dark eyes were intense as he stared at you, lips pressed together and chest heaving with the deep breath he took. You felt like an insolent child beneath his gaze.
“You know what I’m doing here.”
He was entirely serious, and you didn’t doubt him for a second.
“No…”
“You had to know I was never gone let you just walk away from me like that,” he continued, slowly pacing the kitchen and backing you further into a corner with every step he took.
His words brought tears to your eyes, and in this moment, you hated him. What was the point then? Why did he give you false hope that you were free from him? Was it just to fuck with you? Was it his idea of a sick joke? As if he could read your mind, he elaborated.
“I had some things to do,” he told you. “Some…business to take care of before I came back for you and …”
He shrugged like that explained everything you’d been put through because of him.
“...and now that I got my shit together…got everything I deserved, it’s only right that I come back and get you too.”
A noise of disgust left your throat before you could stop yourself, and Erik didn’t try to stop you as you hurried past him. You didn’t hear him behind you as you made your way to the door, too nervous and fearful to look over your shoulder. However, once you made it to the front door, you realized that you didn’t hear Erik after you because he wasn’t after you.
He felt no need to be…and with good reason.
The statuesque women on the other side of your door made you come up short, mouth falling open as you took them in. They were beautiful and straight-faced, heads smooth and wearing colorful attire that didn’t deviate all that much from what Erik was wearing. The long spears in their hands had you stumbling back, and so in shock, you didn’t even register that you’d stumbled right into Erik.
One of his arms snaked around you while the other gently closed the door, effectively trapping you once again.
The silence was loud, and finally, a few tears escaped.
“Earlier you started to ask how I found you…”
You felt Erik’s lips grazing your ear before moving down to brush along your neck. One hand was on your waist while the other had found a home on your arm, kneading the skin through the thin robe. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and you swore that you felt him shudder against you.
The breath you let out was shaky, more tears collecting in your eyes.
“You’d be amazed at what you can do when you’re the king of Wakanda.”
Those damning words had your knees buckling, and when you attempted to throw yourself away from him, Erik’s hold tightened. One hand had a vice grip on your wrist while the other hand snaked around your neck.
“I like to tell myself that I did this because I deserve it, because I was wronged…but that ain’t all…”
When Erik leaned in to press his lips to yours, your mind was finally at war with your heart once again. You’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, forgotten what he tasted like, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath you took as he moved his mouth against yours. The hand on your neck tightened just a tad, like a chain keeping you to him, and you felt him smile into the kiss.
“I like being somebody that you can’t ever leave.”
Those words whispered into your mouth made your heart sink, and your protest was lost as he kissed you again.
You shook in his hold for varying reasons, fear above all else. Erik had his hands on you again, and he had no intention of taking them off. They pulled you and pushed you where he wanted you to be, and it seemed that he decided the couch would suffice. He wasn’t bothered by your lack of consent, and somehow that didn’t surprise you.
There’d been moments in the past when you expressed discomfort or you protested or you rejected him and for the briefest of moments, something had passed through his eyes that made you think he didn’t care. A glint in his gaze that made you think he was going to do what he wanted—take what he wanted—anyway. You’d always had a nagging feeling deep in your chest that Erik was just holding back, keeping himself in check with you because it was socially acceptable and not because he actually wanted to.
…but he was a king, now—something you believed without a doubt—and that title corrupted even the best of men…let alone a man who already wasn’t shit to begin with.
When his bare chest grazed against yours, a shudder traveled down your spine, and Erik reached under you to trace that path with his fingers. One hand was still carefully at home on your neck, and the gold fangs in his mouth winked at you in the nearly invisible lighting. When you felt those abrasions underneath your fingers—every one for a kill—it suddenly hit you that you were underneath him again and for good this time.
“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy,” he murmured into your skin, a hand tightening almost painfully on your waist just as he sank into you.
The feel of his cock stretching you out had your back arching, chest pushing up against his. It hadn’t been just years without sex with Erik but years without sex altogether. Part of it was because you still had some lingering loyalty to the man between your legs, telling yourself he’d somehow know and find you—despite the fact that you weren’t his anymore—and part of it was because he’d simply ruined you for any other man. Either way, it all came back to Erik.
You couldn’t stop the strained gasps that left your lips, the slight sting and dull ache from the stretch making you dig your nails into his skin. This was not what you wanted, but you swore that Erik was stronger now than he ever had been before. The feel of him thrusting himself into you reminded you of all the hours you’d spent wrapped up in each other when things were still good between you. Hell, even when they weren’t, it wasn’t uncommon for an argument to end in you bent over the kitchen counter with Erik’s pelvis pressing against you.
He had a way of controlling a situation, steering it in whatever direction he wanted it to go.
Like now.
How was it that you go into hiding to remain safe from this man only to wind up at his mercy yet again? It was unfair, and you couldn’t stop trembling as you pushed against his chest.
“Erik…”
Your words died on your lips when he shushed you, his locs brushing against your skin as he nipped at your neck and then your shoulder and finally your chest. The light moan you let out was involuntary, and you hated that smug chuckle that escaped his lips.
“You always try to act so tough and shit…but we both know once I get my hands on you…”
Anger bubbled up within you at his words, and you couldn’t resist slapping him. Before where that might’ve pissed him off, Erik only smiled in your face. Taking your hand, he held it tight before pinning it against your stomach, and he looked down, briefly distracted by the sight of his cock disappearing into you. He slowed his thrusts down, and the change in pace almost made you roll your eyes.
“You gone love Wakanda, baby,” he said to you, lips meeting your skin again. “The most beautiful sunsets…”
He nipped at your shoulder.
“...anything you could ever want…”
Another kiss to your lips.
“...and guards to watch your every move.”
His nose touched yours as he said that, and you felt him reach down to hook his arm under your leg. You hissed, feeling him even deeper into your gut as he bent your leg back. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of you as he fucked you, hips meeting yours and the wet sound of his cock dipping into you reaching your ears.
“I came back just for you,” he darkly told you, completely ignoring your hand pushing at his stomach. “...because what kind of king would I be with no queen at my side?”
Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore/ Laylah/ Elias “Stack” Moore/ Erik “Killmonger” Stevens - Modern AU
Summary: You’ve been dating Smoke for awhile now. Finally caught in between making excuses again or showing up to his place for the first time, you're put to the test on backing up all those assertive claims you’ve made. You knew he lived with his brothers because of their constant interruptions. What you didn’t know is that you all would get real acquainted, real soon!
Warnings: Use of N word, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Good Girl Praise, Handjobs, Oral (m/f receiving), Penetration, Voyeurism
It was your first time pulling up to chill with Smoke. He wanted to watch some scary movies and cuddle on the couch. We would have the house to ourselves since his brothers were going out for the night to some Halloween party. The many FaceTimes you’ve had, you were kind of curious to see his place in full. I don’t know why I’ve never gone over to his place. I mean he’s hinted and down right said I can show up whenever. Maybe I was a little nervous I guess. The many conversations that have gone a little “left” I should say left me a bit more timid than I should. I knew it would be a day I would have to back up all that talk in person.
“You sure know how to get a nigga going. You always been this good with words?”
“What?” Your attempt at sounding clueless
I’m not even saying much lol”
“Shid, babygirl you got me ready to fuck you into my mattress. I done thought about so many things I wanna do to you, I could stick my dick through the phone. I’m not even asking when you can come over. I’m telling you, you better be here tomorrow. Them fools won’t be here all night.”
“Oh, so you telling me what to do now. What happens if I don't?”
He takes one deep smooth breath. A little vibrato rattling through his chest. “Laylah, you sure you wanna test that?”
You chuckle slightly. Clenching your thighs knowing he was getting to you. “I guess we’ll see.”
Next day.
You show up to Smoke’s place with 5 mins to spare. Knowing good and well you didn’t want to take that chance to press your luck.
He opens the door with a smug look on his face “yea you knew better”
“Shut.. up” you jokingly say brushing past him
He halts your steps to pull you in for a kiss. The scent of sandalwood, tobacco, and bergamot wafted through the air. The place was nice for 3 guys living in one space. It was dark, brown leather, black sconces, gold trim, a cognac color couch big enough to definitely fit the both of us. Hell, it even looked like you can fit more people to be quite honest and two additional long style chairs across from it at each angle.
“Go ahead and have a seat. I'll be right back with our snacks.”
You took a comfy plop down in the area that you wanted to snuggle in. He already had a huge blanket & fuzzy socks laid out for you.
Very attentive.
You took off your jacket & placed the socks on your feet. Instantly slumping down a little because of the instant warmth & smell of him engulfing you like a hotbox session of pure sin. Walking back out with chips & drinks, Smoke’s vibrato damn near made you jump out of your skin.
“You better not fall asleep and who told you to put those socks on by yourself?”
“Everything was laid out for me and plus it was a little chilly in here, so I helped myself” you said with a playful grin
“Mmm hmm, I wanted to put them on for you. I bet you are cold. Ain’t nobody tell you to wear that short ass skirt either.”
“What? I thought it was cute. I was trying to be on theme for the night.”
“And what theme is that?” He says finally settling under the blanket with you.
When did he take his hoodie off? Those arms were bulging out of that grey tank top and his black cotton sweats hanging off his tapered waist.
“We watching scary movies, right? I’m the slutty girl that doesn’t get away”
That just tickled him dearly.
“Oh, okay. So what does that make me GhostFace?”
You two take a long look at each other with an outstretched pause that has you shifting in your seat because of his words.
Yea this may be a long night.
“Well, anyway since you brought up Ghostface, Scream is actually one of my favorite scary movies.”
“Aight. I’ll put that on first.” Smoke says
“It’s one of my favorite scary movies too. Me and the Bros watch that one all the time.”
“That would be all of y'all favorite movie to watch all the time.” You say with a shake of your head
“And what the hell that’s supposed to mean?”
“It just seems like all of y'all are a bunch of menaces.” You chuckle lightly
“How you group me in with them? That's crazy! I’m actually the nice one. I mean well, I'm a bit more tamed than the other two but still.”
“Yeah, you're the more low-key menace.”
“You only saw my brother's through the phone. Trust me you meet all three of us in person in the same room and you can definitely see who's the worst out of the three of us.” he says laughing
“Yeah yeah, anyways go ahead and turn the movie on.”
Smoke cuts his eyes at you. “You better watch that mouth of yours before I see to it to teach you a lesson.”
That made you shut it into a tight line across your face.
And of course your favorite scene, the opening scene with Drew Barrymore getting stalked by Ghostface. That whole scene low-key does something to you. The thought of someone watching you all while questioning you in an intense situation has you feeling a way. Especially with Smoke sitting right next to you giving off that same low-key reserved, but controlled energy. He notices you shifting in your seat left and right and a slow smile creeps up in the corner of his mouth.
“You know what's so crazy about this opening part of the movie? I always felt like this had to be some type of kink for Ghostface.”
You look over to him with your eyebrow raised intrigued on his take of this part of the movie
“That's interesting you would say that I kind of always felt the same”
“Yeah, you know like watching the girl the whole time, stalking her, even watching her every move throughout the house and don't even get me started on this nigga pretty much having phone sex with the chick the first few minutes of the movie.”
You burst out laughing, realizing that he was on the same type of thought process as you with this movie. Excitedly, you fully turned to face him.
“I know right, I always said that! Like, this nigga low-key is getting off from this shit toying with her. It’s like he's dragging out this whole scenario for his enjoyment.”
“Yeah baby and then the whole part of him having Shorty watch her boyfriend get gutted. This fool is definitely into voyeurism.”
That word definitely made you perk up even more. To know that he would even take it there. To think of that word really set something off in you.
“See I knew we got along for a reason you think like me.” You gleamed at the thought
“Why you like it when people watch you too?”
There you go shifting again. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. I’m not against it.”
Smoke just stares at you intently. “Mmm…that’s good to know”
This was getting intense. Fast!
“That’s not too bad tho, right?”
“Nah ma. You nasty just like me” he chuckles
Here we go.
“How does that make me nasty? I thought that was a noticeable observation”
“Yea, for some real freaks” Smoke enjoying your fake annoyance a little too much
You pretend to act appalled at the suggestion, but really it turned you on even more
“That doesn’t make me a freak for knowing how to connect those dots.”
“Nah it don’t, but you been squirming since I sat down”
And here we are.
“You tell me right now that your panties not wet or your thighs ain’t damn near soaked from the start of this conversation.”
Nothing but silence from you as you licked your lips to keep from letting out a low moan.
“That’s what I thought.” Shifting to now face you, Smoke could see a good glimpse under your skirt. A red lace thong sat snug in the front with a glossy sheen on the side. His eyes shot up to yours with the most primal look. Inching closer. Nose to nose. It was as if he was breathing you in. Taking a hit of you in doses like his favorite joint to keep the scent engraved in his nostrils. Closer to your neck now, he takes a long wet drag up to your ear.
“Your pussy smells amazing”
You swore you felt a sprinkle of something between your legs. Almost overflowing you had to clench down to keep from soaking the couch.
Using his body to lean you all the way back against the couch. The weight of him lingering.
“Can I taste it? Please”
You took the biggest gulp of your life. It was something about the Please that did it.
“It’s yours to taste”
He smirked. “There go that talk again. Since it’s mine, you don’t mind me eating how I please.”
Mouth as swift as his words, he kissed along your thighs. Moving your panties to the side to take that plunge. The creamy stickiness catching him like a deer in headlights. Mouth full on salivating now, he wastes no time feasting on your middle. All you felt was warmth and wetness as he ate you like he was cleaning his plate.
“Damn you taste as good as you smell. Pussy been sitting here marinating for me”
No sense in holding in your moans any longer. This man was getting you closer to cumming than expected.
“Elijah pleaseee stay right there! It feels so fucking good”
Tongue had you gripping the back of his head and riding without a forethought or even an after of if he could breathe or not.
Smoke continued while pushing your thighs back further to really get in there since he could feel your thighs trembling. Applying more spit and pressure to your overly sensitive spot. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You creamed so much and all he could do was lick you up clean. Placing a kiss right in the same space as if he was sealing the mark he left.
Goddamn this man was fine. He pulls you back up. Seated in the same position you were before. The look he was giving, you knew he was knowhere near finished with you. Back in your face again, he stuck his tongue out & you instinctively started to suck on it & take him into your mouth. He began moaning the longer you two continued like this.
“You got me in here going crazy. I feel like I can’t get enough of you. Dick feeling like a weight in my lap” he says then placing your hand over it.
Solid. Thick. Heavy.
You couldn’t wait to sit on it. It felt so good in your hands it made you knit your brows together for the anticipation of it all.
Unbeknownst to you two, there were more people about to be added to your party. Erik and Stack.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below
❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥
A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.
It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.
You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.
You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.
A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”
Erik does not speak in riddles. Doesn’t like too much complexity, but he will show you exactly what happens when your words fail.
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Tonight was supposed to be perfect. You and Erik were hosting a barbecue. Everyone was healthy, happy, and freed their schedules just for a chance to be surrounded by the people they loved the most.
Erik’s best friends and their wives and a few of your closest friends and their spouses. This was supposed to be fun. But here you and Erik were on the opposite side of each other not addressing one another.
You two were indifferent since the morning. A small disagreement has now boiled over into the evening. Usually, you’d have time to talk to each other, fuck it out, and be cool again by the next morning. This was different.
Erik had to be up early to barbecue and you had last minute errands to do for your guests’ drink menu. That left no time to address the problem and it was clear by noon that neither of you cared to fix the issue.
The original agreement was to wear cohesive outfits, but Erik decided to dress himself in a plain white shirt with shorts, ignoring your request to match.
Two could play that game.
You’d match him alright. So here you were in a backless white romper with your hair down instead. He didn’t say a word but his stare held weight when you appeared downstairs for the first time.
You were watching something mindless on your phone as you prepared the drinking glasses from the bar. You could smell the salivating scent from the grill airing through the house and sighed. He’d always bring you a piece from the first batch to “taste” it, but you knew that it was just one of his favorite gestures to do.
You hated being into it, but you would not be the one to cave first. He was the one who was short with you. The least he could do is apologize and send a rib inside.
Erik’s eyes burned your skin when you walked past him in your backyard, stepping on your tippy toes to reach for something near the window. He kissed his lips silently but didn’t say anything.
When you gave up and went back inside you weren’t expecting him to put the speaker down for you.
Silently, of course. Stubborn as always.
Your curls could be tighter and you wanted your makeup to last, already knowing that this night would end up with you being drunk under your own roof.
You waited for your curlers to warm as you refreshed your makeup. Pressing powder under your eyes, adding white into your waterline, something that drove that man downstairs crazy.
You lined your lips with your favorite brown lip liner and paired it perfectly with a baby pink gloss. The combo that fueled your confidence. It was also the reason that you were on birth control.
You curled your hair quietly, thinking about how long you two planned this event and sighed.
Erik’s footsteps were louder to your ears than usual. Almost like he was announcing himself before entering your shared bedroom. He found you in the bathroom and just starred. He walked past you, grabbed something from his side of the vanity, but at the last second, almost like he was considering not to, he slapped your ass and walked away.
“Change.”
You jolted forward, bracing yourself on the sink and shook your head. Visually taken back. Change? Right before people started to show up? You considered both sides of the night and muffled a frustrated scream.
Your titties did try to peak through the fabric and the stinging of your ass served as a subtle reminder.
You decided on white shorts with a simple white top. Still you, still matching Erik, and genuinely more comfortable. You hated when he was right.
When you reentered the kitchen you noticed the rib steaming from its place on the counter. An ode from Erik that he was still yours. Still there even when he was upset.
He didn’t look up, but you knew he was waiting for you to crack first.
As guests begin to arrive, you and Erik’s feud was put aside. You hugged all your friends, complimenting their outfits. It was so nice to see everyone and even better to be with each other rather than being at some longue with others.
One of your besties, Lara, softly glanced in Erik’s direction. She turned back to you. “After all these years he’s still obsessed with you.” She laughed, hitting you softly.
A few others laughed too. You looked over your shoulder to see what they were looking at. Your man was holding a conversation with someone’s husband, but his eyes were closed on you.
You shook your head. “Girl enough about me. How’s the new job treating you?”
The small talk continued and the drinks were poured. Everyone groaned over Erik’s food which he greedily accepted.
He sat next to you on your outdoor furniture once everyone started to mingle in one area.
“Man what you put on these ribs?” Rick, Janet’s husband, asked while practically licking his fingers.
“A little bit of everything. Then wifey taste tests for me.” He answered his eyes now focused on your lips.
Your lids fluttered under his gaze so you decided to look elsewhere.
Conversations started to spiral over to different subjects but all you could feel was the tension radiating between you and Erik. You refilled your drink to give you something to do.
You hadn’t heard the exchange between Erik and Rick once you walked away.
“You good?” Rick asked Erik, watching his gaze not leave your body.
“Yeah.” Erik sucked his teeth. You were on your third drink which means you were very close to being too drunk. Erik knew this but you weren’t speaking to him.
“Just be careful. Last time I intervened Janet’s good time we ended up having RJ.” He admitted.
Erik shook his head. “That’s exactly what’s about to happen.” He grumbled half heartedly.
You spoke around Erik all night. Never addressing him directly. “Erik did our lawn so well,” and “Oh yeah my husband bought those for me,” and his favorite “I just show him which color I want and my man makes it happen.” In reference to the newly built deck.
Erik’s hand on your thigh looked normal but you knew it was strategically placed there as a warning.
“How long do you think this can last sweetheart?” He whispered lowly.
When you didn’t respond he just nodded, rubbing small circles on your thighs. He downed the rest of drink before moving. You could hear your own heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.
“Baby can you get the other cord?” he asked, just for insurance if anyone was paying attention to you.
You nodded, practically running into the side door to enter your home. Erik took his time walking behind you. He enjoyed making you squirm.
You’d barely touched the cord on the counter when Erik’s shadow filled behind you. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching you fuss with nothing.
Finally, his voice cut through the quiet. “You think I don’t notice?”
Your eyes flicked up, wary. “Notice what?”
He moved closer, slow and deliberate, until your back brushed the counter. His jaw was tight, but his voice was steady.
“You braggin on me, fixing my plate, making it look real sweet for everybody else.” His hand found your hip, squeezing just enough to make you swallow. “But you won’t even look at me when you do it.”
You opened your mouth, then shut it, pressing your lips together.
“I don’t need an audience to know I’m your man.” He leaned down, nose skimming your cheek. “I need you to stop acting like I don’t exist.”
The words hit heavier than his grip. Because he was right — you’d done everything tonight except give him the one thing he wanted most: your voice, your softness, your attention.
“Erik—” you started, but the warning in his eyes stopped you cold.
“Don’t ‘Erik’ me now.” His thumb slid along the curve of your jaw, tilting your face to his. “You’ve been talking around me all day. That stops now.”
“Been watching you all night,” he muttered against your skin.
Before you could answer, his hand slid between your thighs, pushing your shorts aside like they were nothing. Two fingers stroked you slow at first, testing, before entering.
Your gasp was sharp, your hands scrambling for his shoulders.
“Say my name,” he demanded, curling his fingers until your body jolted.
“Erik,” you whimpered, finally giving him what he’d been starving for.
“That’s right.” His lips brushed your jaw, his pace quickening until the wet sounds of his fingers filled the room. “Don’t care if the whole damn neighborhood hear you right now. You don’t ignore me.”
Your moans spilled out in broken pieces, your body trembling against him as his thumb pressed against your clit. You broke fast, quicker than you were ready for, and you came undone on his hand, shuddering against his chest.
Erik didn’t let up until you were sagging against him. Only then did he pull his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips to taste before pressing a slow, possessive kiss against your mouth.
“You hear me now?” voice steady despite the storm he’d just pulled out of you.
You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, and he chuckled. All you heard was satisfied but not finished.
“Good,” he said, setting you gently back on your feet, smoothing your shorts like nothing happened. “Because when they leave..” he left it up to you to imagine.
“Go on and fix that pretty face,” he said softly, thumbing a smudge of gloss from your chin. “Don’t want our guests knowing you’re already out of it.”
Your chest was still heaving when he set you back on your feet. Your legs nearly buckled, and his smirk deepened when you grabbed the counter for balance.
“I’ll head out first,” he added, adjusting his shirt like nothing happened. “Give you a minute to pull yourself together.”
And just like that, he left — casual, unbothered, slipping back through the door with the smell of smoke and ribs following him. You caught a glimpse of him outside, laughing with Rick like he hadn’t just had you gasping on the kitchen counter.
When you finally reappeared, fresh gloss and powder disguising the wreckage on your face, his eyes found you immediately. He didn’t call attention to it, didn’t say a word, but the smile tugging at his lips told you he knew.
The rest of the evening was torture.
His hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking in circles that no one else noticed. The way he leaned close when you refilled your glass, his lips brushing your ear: “Careful, babygirl.”
The glance he gave you when someone complimented your deck again — a look that said, Tell them how you thank me.
Every laugh, every nod to your friends, every bite of food he ate — all of it was normal. But every time his eyes cut to you, you felt the heat of what happened in that kitchen. And the weight of what was coming after everyone left.
When the last pair of tail lights disappeared down the street, and the house fell quiet you were nearly shaking. You leaned against the door for a second, exhaling, trying to will your heartbeat back to normal.
But Erik was already behind you.
“Don’t get comfortable.” His voice was deep, steady, making your skin prickle. “You thought fixing your lip gloss and sitting pretty was gonna get you out of what’s coming?”
You turned, but his hand was already on your throat tight, it made you tilt your head back and force your eyes to his.
“All night I smiled for them,” he said, jaw hard, his thumb stroking the soft spot beneath your chin. “Fed them, laughed with them, played the part. Meanwhile, you…” He smirked, though his eyes were sharp. “You out here testing me.”
“Erik—”
Your voice cracked, and that was all it took for his expression to soften just enough. He leaned down, kissing you slow, swallowing your protest before it could form.
Then his hand dropped from your throat to your waist, and suddenly you were airborne, tossed over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.
“You had no problem keeping quiet earlier,” he cut in, his hand landing sharp on your ass, making you yelp. “Keep that same energy now.”
By the time he dropped you onto the bed, your cheeks were hot and your eyes stung, though you couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or the fire building in your chest.
Erik stood over you, peeling off his shirt slow, deliberate. The sight stole what little defiance you had left.
“You think you teaching me something,” he said, climbing onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. His lips brushed your temple, deceptively tender. “But I promise you, baby… I’m doing teaching around here.”
And then his mouth was on you again while his hand pushed your shorts down with one smooth tug. He moved quick. No more foreplay, no more monologues. He’s been holding back all day and you needed to feel that.
He slid inside you with a groan, deep and unyielding, forcing your back to arch and your breath to catch in a sob.
“Yeah,” he taunted against your ear, his thrusts slow but punishing. “That’s mine. Every cry, every tear, every breath. Mine.”
Your vision blurred, your body breaking under the weight of him — his pace, his words, the way he never let your eyes slip from his. Tears slipped free, hot down your temples, and Erik kissed them away without losing rhythm.
“Go ahead, let it out,” he coddled, pinning your wrists above your head. “You don’t get to ignore me. You don’t get to pretend I’m not the center of your world. Not when I can make you come apart like this.”
Every thrust drove the truth deeper — into your body, into your bones — until the tension finally shattered and you sobbed his name, breaking against him completely.
Erik didn’t let up until he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a groan that rattled your chest. He collapsed against you, heavy and warm, his breath ragged against your throat.
When the silence settled, his lips brushed your damp cheek again, softer this time.
“You should’ve known,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss against your mouth. “I keep promises.”
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 know that.”
“I do.”
“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 paused.
“That’s not—”
“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.”
Silence.
You didn’t answer and that was all he needed. A quiet shift crossed his face, smug not surprised.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
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 didn’t move.”
“You shouldn’t have touched me.”
“You didn’t stop 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.
“Doing what?”
“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.
“Maybe I want that.”
“Erik, you know-”
“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.
Then…
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.
“Open the door.”
Your pulse was too loud, your breathing too fast, but you forced everything still before opening it.
“Yes, Father?”
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.”
“I was tired.”
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.
“No.”
You didn’t hesitate, you couldn’t. His gaze lingered on you, searching, weighing, then shifted slightly past you.
One more step
“I’ll rest now,” you said, stepping just enough to pull his attention back. Subtle.
A long pause.
“See that you do.”
“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.
You held his gaze.
“I don’t want you to.”
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.
“Can I?”
You nodded shyly
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.
“Sh- Shit”
“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.
“She sweet” he purred.
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.
You winced “W-wait”
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.
“Ok”
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.
