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[wakandascrystal]

"I'm trying to find a home in all these other different niggas. If only you loved me right Erik, we both would be so happy and satisfied. So now, because of you, we will always have to settle for people that will never be enough for us."

[dreamingofmilk]

Sugar Babe Chapter 4

We’re back y’all!

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Texts

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Texts

Word Count: 3,018

Synopsis: Things are spicing up with our favorite duo

Warnings: slight smut

Luxury.

Never before have you been introduced to such nice things. Even when you travelled with Erik before for smaller trips, the hotels were nice but they weren’t this nice. Hell most of the time you had to get in a smelly ass taxi to get to the hotel. 

But not here, here the two of you were picked up in the nicest car you’ve seen on the road and taken to the nicest hotel you’ve seen in your life. You felt like Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday, and you had to try your hardest not to gawk at the beautiful ceilings. You clenched your jaw to keep from gasping at the stunning interior decor that the hotel had. 

The wife of Erik Stevens could not gawk at some really nice ceramic tiles. She had to act like she’d seen it ten times before!

However the wife of Erik Stevens did drop her jaw when she saw the very polite hotel concierge guy hand her fake husband two room keys for one room. A room that you really hoped had two beds in it. Though the smirk on Erik’s face told you otherwise.

“What the fuck Erik?” You mumbled as soon as you stepped on the private elevator for the top floors. Erik smiled and crowded you into a corner of the elevator.

“What?” He says innocently as he gently wraps a piece of your curly hair around his thick index finger.

“I know I booked us two rooms.” You stare accusingly up into his eyes. He smiles wickedly at you and bends down to press a kiss to the back of your ear before speaking.

“We have a job to do here. If they saw that my wife took a separate room, especially a lower grade room than I, they might think there’s trouble in paradise and we can’t have that can we?” You rolled your eyes at how right he was. You hated when Erik was right about things you had already decided on. It proved to you that maybe he didn’t need you and you hated that idea. 

You let out a loud moan completely by surprise when Erik bit down on the soft skin underneath your ear.

“I asked you a question. Y/N.” He sucked on the skin underneath your ear, hard. You tried to keep your panting down to a minimum but it was hard, especially when he gripped your hips to pull them closer to him.

You sighed in relief when the elevator finally dinged on the appropriate floor. You gently pushed him out of the way and reached into his front suit pants pocket to pull out one of the room keys. You walked calmly down the hallway to check the room numbers until you found the room. Quickly you put the key in before Erik could stand behind you. Your luggage was already stacked neatly to the side. As you walked into the large main area you quickly realized the hotel suite looked just as amazing as the lobby did. You quickly dropped your purse on the sleek black modern couch and made a beeline for the bedroom. Your fingers crossed that two beds would be waiting for you to claim one.

Your heart sank to your stomach, when you saw only one bed, to their credit, it was massive, but definitely not the two beds that you wanted. There was no way you’d be able to handle sleeping in the same bed with that man, hell you two could barely stay in the same room without him finding a reason to touch you. 

“You did this on purpose.” You turn around to glare at him. Erik walked into the room and nodded in approval with a smirk forming on his face. 

“Nah. Definitely asked for two beds because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Erik sat in the lavish chair next to the window. His legs spread wide, his stance inviting. 

“Yeah right.” You scoff and glance around the immaculate bathroom. 

“I did. I told them we needed an extra bed in case we break the first one.” 

You cut your eyes towards him, disbelief taking over your features as Erik’s laugh boomed through the entire space. Erik swung his legs back and forth as he chuckled under his breath. He leaned over and picked up the local guide.

“Chill. It’ll be fine. I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s big enough.” Erik smiled and flipped through the guide.

“You can’t sleep on the couch Erik you paid for the room.” You sat down quietly across from him.

“Correction the company paid for the room, so WE worked for this room. I paid for the clothes I bought you. So when they get ripped off you won’t complain.” You gawked at him in response. The man had absolutely no chill! Erik smirked at your reaction. “Baby girl you’re going to quit making them damn faces or I’ll give you a better reason to make them.” 

You glared at him, “Erik stop! You play too much!”

He shook his head, a bit of fire in his eyes, “And that’s what you don’t seem to understand Y/N. I’m not playing with you. Not a damn bit. But you are definitely playing with me and I’ll be damned if I keep allowing it. Since you want to keep acting scared things are going to change around here.”

You shook your head, “What the hell are you-”

He clenched his jaw, his frustration clear. “Interrupt me again. See what happens.” He waited a moment to see if you would, and honestly part of you wanted to just to see what he would do about it. But you knew that it would just end with both of you on the bed and you weren’t ready for that, so you backed down. You knew better than to egg this man on. Once he realized that you weren't going to challenge him he smirked. “Hmm, obedient, I can do some things with that.” 

You couldn’t fight the heat that rushed to your cheeks. He was nasty! You huffed and stepped away from him.

“I’m gonna unpack and check out the pool.” You turned away from him, reaching up to untie your hair from the long trip. You pulled one of your suitcases into the closet and started unpacking your clothes. Erik walked in and started to unpack his clothes as well.

“I didn’t pack you any swimsuits though. Didn’t take you for a lounge by the pool sort of girl.” Erik shrugged as he hung up his blue dress shirt. “We can go buy you some more. I’d love to see you try them on.” He winked at you and smiled. 

“Why are you like this?” You huffed and grabbed your swimsuit from the bag. “I packed my own. I have some money you know. There’s a thing called stashed cash that credit stealers can’t get to.” 

Erik clenched his jaw. 

“Why would you spend the cash that you have? What if you need it for emergencies? What about the card I gave you?” He approached you menacingly, his height towering over you. 

“I used it for my rent like you said to. Why would I use it for anything else?” You responded calmly. Seeing Erik like this over money was normal for you. But what you didn’t realize was the difference this time had, was you. 

“Use it for everything. I’m not arguing with you. Save your cash for something important.” 

You struggled not to roll your eyes. Erik always got his way, and you weren’t going to be the one to stop him this time. 

“Okay DAD. Jeez. I’m gonna go to the pool and use it to buy myself some drinks. You know relax a little before I really have to commit to being married to your demanding ass.”

And of course Erik being Erik, he had to get the last word in. “Yeah, I’m daddy alright. You're gonna find out real soon, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the bathroom and changed into your bikini and cover up. Though you usually didn’t wear one, you’d rather avoid Erik’s perverted gaze. 

“Okay I’ll be back.” You grab your towel, make sure your engagement rings are on, and new designer flip flops and bounce out of the room, excited to explore the hotel. 

—— 

After floating around in the hotel's second rooftop pool, you decide to head to the bar to get the cold alcoholic drink you’d been dying for in this heat. You ask the bartender for the drink that you want, then reach into your pool bag to pull out the card Erik gave you. You stop short when you see cash slid across the table in front of you. 

You turn to the guy next to you to thank him, to assure him that you can pay for yourself. You stop yourself in your tracks making eye contact with a very handsome man. A bashful smile comes over your face. 

“Thank you. But I can pay for myself.” 

“You shouldn’t have to though. A beautiful girl like yourself, shouldn’t even be alone.” 

“Awe you’re sweet but I’m not alone.” You flashed your ring and smiled proudly.

“Damn that’s too bad. All the cute ones are always taken.” The man sticks out his hand. “I’m Jordan by the way. I own quite a bit of real estate out here. I’m in accounting too. Call me if you’re ever looking to get something out here. I’ll hook you up.” 

A polite smile crosses your face as you take his card. A frown quickly replaces it as another hand snatches the card before it’s completely in your hand.

“Babygirl, did you get your drink?” You look up to see the wickedest smile on Erik’s face, his eyes bright with anger. His almost naked chest covered with nothing more than a muscle tee. You look down to see him in swim trunks, a smile crossing your face at the thought of him playing around in the pool with you. 

“Almost babe. They are making it now.” You nodded to the bartender who was putting the finishing touches on your drink. Your mouth watered at the thought of it. You were so focused on the drink you didn’t even notice the hard stare Erik was giving Jordan until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry baby, this is Jordan, a real estate agent. Jordan, this is my bos-“ you felt Erik pinch your thigh, hard. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized your mistake. “I’m sorry my husband. He can be a bit bossy.” You tried to save it but the curious look on Jordan’s face told you otherwise.

“Nice to meet you. She’s loyal, wouldn’t even let me buy her a drink.” Jordan smirked as he shook Erik’s hand. Erik wrapped his arm around you tightly, his hand resting gently under your breast.

“Yeah well she has the card I just gave her so there’s no reason for that.” Erik pressed a kiss to your neck as you sipped on the delicious drink placed in front of you. You squealed in response to his touch almost dropping your drink. You turn to Erik to scold him when you see his stare is still on Jordan. Quickly you realize you need to diffuse the situation. 

“Babe you have to try this. It tastes so good.” You thrust the straw of the drink towards his lips demanding he take a sip. He sips the drink and smiles at you. 

“Of course you’d get the fruitiest drink there is.” You smile cheekily at Erik and relish in the tight hold he has you in. Then glance back up at Jordan. 

“Erik, Jordan said he sells real estate, maybe he could find you another place if everything goes right?” You glance back at Jordan who watches the two of you with a smile on his face. 

“Sure. I have his card.” Erik waves down the waiter to close out your tab. 

“Let’s go back to the room. I have another drink I wanna taste. It was nice meeting you Jamie.” You snorted at how petty he was acting.

“Jordan, baby, his name is Jordan.” Erik shrugged “That’s what I said.” Once you realized what all he said earlier you balked at his words, staring up at him wide eyed. You watch Jordan frown slightly and move away with his drink. Then you pout, wrapping your lips around your drink again. 

“I wanna swim some more. And you're dressed for it come in the water with me.” You pout more and lightly grip the collar of his shirt. 

“Y/N that was too close! We are fucking lucky that man was way too into you to notice that you weren’t that into me. I mean boss really?” You sigh and put your head down embarrassed. You know you fucked up and at this rate you might ruin the whole deal for the company and that thought was too much for you to bear. 

“I know Erik I’m sorry. I’ll get better I promise.” You grip his shirt tighter. “Please don’t be upset with me. Let me practice right now.” You turn to wrap your arms around his neck and press a few kisses to his scruff. Your legs spread to accommodate him standing between them. 

“I can do it. I won’t let you down. I won’t let the company down.” You pull his head down to level with yours before you press a passionate kiss into his lips. Getting lost in the feel of his skin against yours. Your tongue danced along the bottom of his full lip. You let out a soft moan when his hands enter the equation again. The man was freaking gifted.

A child screaming broke the spell between the two of you and you pulled away, embarrassed to be making out in public like a couple of teenagers. 

Erik smirked, “Keep kissing me like that and I’ll do whatever you want.” He grabbed your hand and led you both toward the pool. He quickly jumped in with no fear of the cold water. You were much more cautious and dipped your toes in to get a feel for the water. Even though you’d just been in there the cold shock was intense. You’d definitely have to ease your way in.

“Baby!” Erik called to you. “What are you doing? Hop in!” You looked up at him and it felt like your heart skipped a beat. Erik had taken off his shirt and his skin glistened in the water. There’s no way his body could be real. You honestly couldn’t look away if you wanted to. 

Erik swam to the edge of the pool, right in front of you and lightly grabbed your ankle. “C’mon.”

You shook your head, half of your brain committing the look on Erik’s face to memory. “It’s too cold. I need to slowly work my way in.” Erik ran his hands further up your leg, to the backs of your knees. He looked up into your eyes with a soft smile on his face. “You’re always so cautious, Y/N. Just jump in, just this once. I’ll catch you and ease you in the water.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way. I am not some small little thing Erik. You’re going to drop me.” Erik rolled his eyes. “Last I checked I’ve picked you up a few times and have I ever struggled to do it?” Bastard had a point. He’s never even shown any strain.

You sighed, there was really no way out of this. “Ok fine, but if you drop me…” Erik’s smile was so bright that you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks. What was this man doing to you? You took a few steps back then after a few deep breaths and Erik's quiet encouragement you jumped in. As promised he caught you before the water passed your hips. You shivered slightly as he held you above him, his laugh ringing through your ears.

"See baby? Things are a lot more fun when you aren't so cautious." He slowly lowered you in the water, watching your face and slowing down when you reacted to the cold water. Once you were at eye level you felt the energy shift around you. Erik had a strange look on his face, one you'd never seen before. He stared directly at you, his eyes bouncing between your eyes and your lips. He pulled you in closer to him and you closed your eyes anticipating the kiss.

When your lips finally met it felt a bit different, like a warm bath or a home cooked meal. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. You fought back a moan when he started nibbling at your bottom lip. You could feel yourself getting drunk off the feeling of it, completely unaware of your surroundings. Just as you were about to wrap your legs around him he pulled away and lowered you the rest of the way into the water. You looked up into his eyes, trying to figure out what to say that would break the tension in the air, but you were at a loss. 

Erik smiled softly and brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “I did say things were going to change around here princess. I’m not playing games anymore.” Erik slightly splashed you and swam away quickly, you started off quickly hot on his trail. But your mind wandered back to what he just said. What the hell did that mean?

Nearby, Jordan smirked as he exited the pool deck. Who would have thought the great Erik Stevens would have to fake a marriage, and with one of his employees at that? This would definitely be useful information later on. Plus the girl on his arm was so damn tempting, he would be seeing a lot more of the both of them, that’s for sure. 

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[killmongersbootycall]

Spoiled Brat

I. Have. Never written something as nasty as this. I’m so proud of myself, but at the same time, I gotta go say 10 Hail Marys. The reader is black.

Description:

N’jadaka gets a little fed up with your attitude and tbh bitch, your ass shoulda known better than to be a whole ass brat. Punishment ensues.

(So many warnings man, Filth, Impregnation kink, Choking, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Lots of crying, Brat Taming tbh, Spanking if you squint, Humiliation, Punishment, Squirting, Daddy kink, MeanDaddy!N’jadaka, BrattySub!Reader, Black!reader, I’m going to hell, see y’all there.)

N’jadaka had been patient.

When he woke up this morning, you hadn’t been next to him. Matter fact, you weren’t even home. For some strange reason, without letting him know, you’d taken an early shift at work without letting him know before hand, leaving him worried as hell.

When you came home later on that afternoon, you hadn’t said a word of apology to him, but he made sure his body language showed that he was upset. Being the forgiving guy he was (yeah right), he gave up on the body language shit and started acting like normal.

The straw that broke the camels back though was when you were both watching a movie that evening. Your phone kept going off and whoever was texting you seemed to be funny as fuck cus they’d have you cheesing every time you picked up the device. Erik couldn’t help but be irritated, but once again, he decided not to say nothing. Instead, he slyly tried to get you to put the phone down.

“Baby, the light is bothering me every time you open that. You mind?” He asks sweetly, still watching the tv.

You glance at him at the corner of your eye and glare. “Um, yeah I mind. Close ya eyes if you’re bothered.” You reply then continue texting away.

N’jadaka goes silent. You don’t even see his hand come up till your phone is knocked outta your hand unto the couch. You turn you head to look at him, mouth agape.

“What the fuck?” You ask, picking up your phone.

“Put that shit down ‘fore I break it, Y/n.” He states, and you can see he’s not playing but you’re so irritated, you don’t care.

“Nigga no. It’s my fucking phone and guess what? You not my father.” You spit before getting up and stalking to the kitchen where you lean against the counter and text who you were texting.

Second later, N’jadaka is up and after you. You see him coming at the corner of your eye and move to get away, but you’re too late. Your phone is snatched out of your hand, and just as you open your mouth to protest, Erik’s other hand is at your throat, choking the hell outta you.

You sputter and your hand immediately goes to his arm, grabbing at it as you’re forced to go on your tiptoes to breathe. A wheezing gasp leaves you as he jerks you towards him, uncaring of how you struggle to breathe. His eyes are dark with anger and even though you know any girl in their right mind would be scared shitless, your body betrays that and you’re slightly turned on. Mostly angry, but slightly turned on.

“See, I don’t know what happened to make you such a bitch today, but I really don’t care no more. You been rude as fuck to me for no reason and I’ve been nothing but nice to your bratty ass.” He tells you as he slowly back you against the kitchen counter. His face is an inch away, so you not only hear every word, but he makes sure you feel it.

“You had me worried as hell this morning, and even after I called you at work a dozen fucking times, I didn’t get an apology or nothing. Now in the living room, you wanna be texting somebody and giggling and shit, knowing how I fucking get. Wanna be disrespectful when I nicely ask your ass to put the fucking phone down. Fuck that shit. You said I’m not your father, okay. But who the fuck am I?” He declares.

You choke helplessly around his palm on your throat, unshed tears swelling in your eyes. You smack at his arm, unable to answer. He loosens his grip and you inhale a gust of air so sharp, it’s like a razor against your senses. You blink as your finally able to breathe even though it’s through a constricted airway whistling oxygen into your deprived lungs.

“D-Daddy.” You gasp answering him, shuddering as his other hand that has now dropped your phone next to you on the counter slithers into your loose sweatpants and between your thighs.

A moan leaves you as his fingers start to move against your cloth covered mound, your legs shaking as pleasure courses through you. His head moves close and you whimper as his teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, then soothe the pain by suckling on it. His fingers move up then slip into your panties and a shuddering gasp leaves your lips when suddenly, two of his fingers sink into you.

“That’s right, I’m Daddy. Say it again. Who the fuck am I?” He growls, his fingers moving faster, every ridge and knuckle rubbing your sensitive insides.

Your legs shake and a broken sob leaves your lips. “Daddy! Daddy please, can I cum?” You start to beg, voice shaking in tune with your knees.

His lips are on your jaw now, kissing and biting on your skin, his fingers around your throat experimentally flexing tighter and looser, leaving you a mess as the lack of oxygen combines with the immense pleasure he’s causing down below.

He smirks against your skin. “Cum? Already?” He asks in a mocking tone.

Another sob leaves you as your hands that were around his arm on your neck move down to his other arm, gripping it as you grind down unto his fingers.

“Please Daddy! Feels so good! M’sorry for bef - fuck! - for before! Lemme cum Daddy, please!” You plead, moans leaving you as his palm grinds against your clit as he fingers you fast and hard.

“For before? Damn, I can’t remember. Remind me why you should be sorry.” He speaks against your skin, his fingers slowing when he senses that your about to cum.

You whimper and push your hips towards his palm, but his hand tightens around your throat in a warning and you listen, stilling your hips.

“I-I made you worry this morning, then I didn’t apologize. Then I was disrespectful on the couch. I-I’m sorry Daddy.” You whimper, panting as his palm grinds a little harder against you.

“Nah, you not done. Who the fuck was you texting?” He growls against your cheek, and his hand tightens again, making your breath hitch.

You whimper when he loosens his hand and when you open your eyes that you didn’t even know fell closed, his face is right in front of yours and he’s giving you the dirtiest glare you’ve ever seen on him. A shudder goes up your spine and you swallow before you answer.

“T-Tommie.” You whimper, practically begging him with your eyes to keep touching you.

His eyes go steel and his whole aura changes into someone that’s really gon choke ya ass to death if you don’t correct the little mistake it takes you a second to realize you made.

“Tommie the female! ‘IE’, not ‘Y’! The female, daddy.” You quickly correct, not in the mood to play with your life or the male Tommy’s life.

He stares at you for a moment, looking to see if your lying. When he’s satisfied, he gives you a slight smirk.

“You ain’t lying, are you?” He asks, his head cocking slightly to the side.

You shake your head vigorously, thrusting your hips towards his hand with a pleading look. He regards you for a moment, as if looking to see if your lying. He hums in satisfaction and you sob in relief when his fingers sink into you again.

You fingers tighten around his arm as you basically ride his fingers, the lewd sound of your sex squelching as his fingers sink into you over and over again, rubbing against your nerve sparked walls. You increasingly get louder and louder and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but the look N’jadaka gives you lets you know there ain’t no way in hell your gonna stop him from hearing you.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby.” He growls against your jaw, then your yanked away from the counter.

Everything is hazy as your body is sent into this spiral of wanton lust and need, and you don’t even realize your thrown unto the bed until N’jadaka yanks your sweats and panties down in one yank. You hastily yank your shirt off, leaving you completely nude. N’jadaka stares down at you with a carnal gaze that has you creaming. He reaches forward and grabs your legs and suddenly you’re yanked to the bottom of the bed so your bottom is hanging off. He kneels down and your legs are over his shoulders.

A moan leaves you as he bites harshly into your inner thigh, reveling in the way his teeth sink into your plush brown skin. He releases your skin and looks at your dripping pussy, then he moves forward and takes a wide lick. Your whole body shudders at the sensation and your hands find their way to your breasts as your man suckles against your clit. You let out a wail when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nub, sending sparks of euphoria up your spine. Your legs shake as he holds them open, his tongue dipping into you then over your clit over and over again. Your hands swoop down and grab unto his locks as your hips grind into his face. You shudder as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chant as you wail in pleasure.

N’jadaka’s grip on your thigh tightens painfully and you glance down at him, near blind from the tears pooling in your eyes. You see his sharp glare and a gasp of pain leaves you when one of his hands lifts and smacks your thigh.

“Hold that shit. You not cumming till I got this dick in you.” He says, muffled by your lower lips being sucked into his mouth.

Tears build in your eyes as his tongue rolls out and rubs against your clit in what feels like the alphabet, and before you know it, your hands are over your eyes as you sob and beg for mercy, knowing that if you cum without permission, which you’re about to, he’ll be merciless on you, either spanking you till you’re too weak to move away, or fucking you till you’re to weak to move away. Same result, both equally barbaric.

“P-please Daka! Shit! Daddy!” You beg, your hips moving on their own accord now, backing away from him. His head lifts up for a moment and you sigh in relief, but he glares at you.

“Y/n, shut up and let me eat. Try to run again and watch what I do to your ass.” He drops without remorse, then his head is back between your legs and he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a damn pacifier, ignoring the loud wailing above him and the way your legs are shaking like leaves.

Just as you’re sure your body is about to betray you and orgasm, he stops, but you’re loud angry sobbing doesn’t. Usually, when you cry like this, N’jadaka comforts you with a fiercity, pampering your spoiled ass till you forget why you were even crying. But at times like this however, you knew you only had a thin rope you were dangling on till his patience ran out and he really gave you something to cry about, like an ass you couldn’t sit on for a couple of days.

It only takes one dirty look and you control your sobs till you’re hiccuping like a grade schooler, and for a second, N’jadaka feels a little bad. He almost changes his mind and feels like maybe you deserve to cum. But then he remembers the shit your rude ass put him through today and he’s annoyed again and there ain’t no way in hell you’re escaping this punishment.

He leans up and you’re staring at him from between your legs, looking as aggrieved as ever, hands now clenching the sheets. His hand taps your hip as he talks.

“Move up on the bed. Then hold your legs up, against ya chest.” He commands and you obey without complaint, glorifying Bast when you realize he’s about to fuck the sanity out of you.

You feel slightly exposed when he stares down at your dripping folds for a moment too long, a whimper leaving you. His eyes look up and meet yours and he sees the embarrassment on your face as you look away from him. A fond smile slips unto his lips and he crawls unto the bed on his knees, hands bracing your legs up from behind your thighs where your own hands hold them up.

“Y/n, are you really acting shy right now?” He asks, and you can hear the slight humor in his voice.

You don’t answer him, looking anywhere but at him because this damn position, it always gets to you cus he can see everything. He knows what this does to you and you gotta say... you love him for it. You always liked a little humiliation in the bedroom, though you’d never really said it out loud. N’jadaka just knew. He knew you got soaking wet when he called you his bitch or his hoe. He saw the way your pupils would dilate when he told you to open your mouth so he could spit into it. He saw how it drove you crazy when he put you in really exposing positions and did filthy things to you.

A gasp leaves you along with an oh god when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your clit. You’re already so sensitive, so when he starts to rub just the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, in just a few minutes, you’re sweating and whining.

“Daddy, please fuck me. Please.” You plead, panting heavily when this time, the shaft of his cock slowly glides against your clit, every vein and throb being felt.

“Why? You wanna cum baby?” He asks, his own voice shaking slightly because all he wants to do is loose control and fuck you silly.

“Yes please daddy! Make me cum. I’m sorry about before so please lemme cum.” You beg, getting loud with the prospect of cumming looming over you.

“Fine. Soon as I put it in, you can cum. But that don’t mean I’m stopping for nothing. You wanna cum so bad, go ahead, but I’m not stopping till I get my nut.” He states, and then he’s pushing inside you.

Your mouth falls open as N’jadaka splits you open on his dick, every inch sliding into you with ease as your dripping walls accept him with glee, squeezing and pulsating around him. He feels it too by the look of utter bliss on his face. He looks like he’s gonna forget himself any moment and start moaning because damn, how are you so warm- no, hot. Like fucking melting chocolate and it takes a moment for him to not melt into you, but then he takes back control and he’s fucking you with sharp thrusts that leave you breathless.

The two of you maintain eye contact as he fuck you, his hips picking up in speed and force till he’s thrusting into you with jackhammering force that has your nails digging into the backs of your thighs as you make a visible effort not to scream. You know you’re not gonna last long until you cum.

Every thrust sends a filthy sound into the room, his dick forcing your juices out of you as it plunged in and out, pressing into your walls as they squeeze him. A wail leaves you and suddenly, one hand realeases your thigh and is gripping unto the sheets for dear life. Erik’s hand keeps it in place as he pounds into you, making you moan like a two cent whore.

He groans at the sight of you taking his dick so wonderfully, finally obeying him like you were fucking supposed to. One of his hands finds its way to your throat and now, not only is he murdering you with his dick, but now he’s choking you too and there’s no other way you’ve ever wanted to die but thisthisthis, this is why you were so bratty today.

You needed a brute fucking like this that you would feel for a couple of days, that you would feel every time you breathed and had a 99.9% chance of getting you pregnant. You cum so hard, you see stars.

Your mouth just falls open as you cum, and you wanna gasp, but N’jadaka’s hand is too tight around your throat. A wheezed yelp leaves you when his hand comes down and smacks your ass when your walls tighten around him so much, he’s barley able to move. Veins in his neck pop out as he nearly passes out with how fucking tight you are around him.

“Good girl. It’s not over though.” He pants, still fucking you with brute strength.

Tears fill your eyes and your hand comes up from the sheets and claws unto N’jadaka’s around your neck. He loosens his grip slightly so you can breathe and you inhale sharply, what sound like a broken sob leaving you. N’jadaka groans as he continues to fuck you through the throes of your orgasm and your legs have never shook this much. You’re not sure if you’ll ever walk again. Sounds that you’ve never made before leave you and he continues to slam into you.

“Daddyyyyy!” You cry when you feel another orgasm building and something unexpected makes you go over the cliff into another harrowing orgasm.

Erik has never smacked you in bed before, not on the face. If anyone would have asked you, you would have laughed at them and said even though you were a nasty vile creature of sin who wanted this man to do terrible things to you, smacking didn’t seem to be one of them. Well, you were wrong as hell. The sheer humiliation from him smacking you, the sting in your cheek, the sound of his skin hitting yours, that sends you over the ledge and you have the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. A loud, drawn out ‘fuck’ leaves you and you’re sobbing loudly again.

“Oh my God, Y/n.” N’jadaka hears himself whisper as he watches you squirt, his dick feeling the way you squeeze around him, dripping like ripe fruit as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands leave their stations and swoop down to his stomach where you start to attempt pushing him away.

“Can’t. Can’t. Please Daddy!” That’s all you can manage to say as he continues to thrust into you, and you mentally curse at this mans stamina.

“Hold on baby. Little more.” He answers, and from the way his voice is shaking and his hips are stuttering, he’s gonna cum any second now.

Thing is, you don’t have any second. If he doesn’t stop now, you’re gonna cum again, and you’re almost certain your heart will stop this time. You see it’s no use though. Your eyes flutter open again and then you see his face.

This man is the devil. He has a slight smirk on his lips and then you realize. This is it. This is your punishment. His plan is to make you cum again.

“N’jadaka, fuck! - hate you so much - oh goood!” You wail when his hand comes down and starts to rub hard circles into your engorged clit.

“You bouta be a good girl for a while after this. No more bratty shit.” He pants, using the last of his strength to pound into you, his dick pushing deeper than you’ve ever imagined, hitting that one spot that has your toes curling and your blood running hot.

It only takes half a dozen more thrusts like that and your screaming for god himself. Your hands fly up and are in his hair as you cry out over and over again. His head fits into the crook of your neck as he cums hard with a moan, hips stuttering as he fucks you both through your orgasm. The mess between your thighs is disgusting, just the way you both love it, and the kiss that follows it is equal in taste. All teeth and tongue, unholy in every aspect. He grinds his hips into you a few more times, enjoying your gasps and the way your hands tighten in his hair.

“M’sorry for everything baby.” You whisper as he kisses on your neck, suckling your salty skin.

“It’s okay baby girl. I love you.” He answers against your skin, the gentle-ish giant you know he is seeping into his voice.

His hips continue to undulate against yours and your thighs don’t even burn anymore, grown accustom to being spread for him to lay between. Your feet rest on the bed now.

“I love you too.” You reply, a smile sliding unto your face at everything he is. Your smile falters slightly when a moan leaves you as he grinds in a certain angle that catches against your clit.

“I need a second Daka.” You whine, going to pull away from him.

He smiles and nods and suddenly your flipped over and getting a massage. You roll your eyes and smile.

“I said a second. Not foreplay.” You say, voice muffled by the sheets.

He laughs and continues. “What ever do you mean?” He asks, playing dumb.

You giggle and relax into the massage as his fingers dig into every tense, wound up muscle. You know it’s just a matter of time before he gets off topic. His hands feels wonderful. They dig into your upper back, rubbing away all knots, then to your mid back, gently pressing and releasing, then lower again to your lower back where they rub and dig, banishing all tense muscles. Then they dip lower, rubbing, and lower, caressing, and lower, grabbing, and lower, gripping, and lower and oh... there we go.

~~~

Yaaaalllll, what is wrong with me? How will I ever have kids, knowing their birth was a product of my disgusting ass having an impregnation kink? Like “honey, I’m glad you were born and all, but that’s because your daddy and I like playing with cum.” IMAGINE. Whew chile, the thought of it.

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed this. Took me like three days. Oof.

Drop lots of comments if you liked it and share with me what some of your kinks are. I’m dying to know.

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Drunken mistake (4)

Erik’s Family

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“How did you get the keys to my apartment? you ask stone faced looking at him.

Erik turns his head to you before starting the car his eyes roam from the top of your head to your thighs, he turns back to the wheel buckling his seat belt.

"Are you sure you want to know how I got your keys ma?” Erik asks you while driving out the parking lot.

“Yes” you say staring at the side of his face. 

“ Your spare key. You told me where to find it, and one of my people checked it out .” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.  

“Why would I do such a thing?” you ask him accusingly.

“Look you told me it would be in the plant next to your door, and it was okay.” annoyance dripped from his voice.

“Okay Erik” you sighed. The day was getting more exhausting by the minute. The consequences of your choices put you in a stick spot now you had to depend on a man you did not know.

You sat quietly staring out the window, thoughts racing back to that night in Las Vegas. Dozens of scenarios ran through your mind about which one of you suggested marriage. He doesn’t look like a guy who would want to be tied to someone permanently. It must have been you that proposed but why did he go along with it, you were stumped.

 Knowing how you are when you’re drunk it’s not far fetched that you were so reckless. You have said and done some crazy things while drunk, like sleeping with your current boss or telling your roommate you fucked her dad while she slept in the next room. Usually you know your limit but when you surpass it you did regrettable things.

“Okay”. Erik says to you.”Buckle up ma, I want you safe.”

 Thirty minutes later he  pulls up to a beautiful gated house. The house was huge and had about ten cars parked in the front of it. Erik pulled directly in front of the front porch, parking there.

“Heads up your meeting my cousin ”. he says quickly after jumping out the car. He walks in the house leaving the front door open for you.

Sitting in the passengers seat realizing the weight of his words.

“Cousin, I gotta meet his family already” you mutter to yourself stepping out of the car. “Erik wait for me!”

Walking in the house you are greeted by a beautiful living room, admiring the furniture and architecture. This was your dream house big and beautiful.

“Y/n” i’m in the back, follow my voice babe” you do as he says, walking down a long hallway leading to a backyard patio.  You walked over to Erik who was sitting at a table with a man you suspect his cousin. 

“Come ma, don’t be shy come meet your  family” Erik calls out to you. 

Walking to sit at the chair next to Erik your eyes widen as the King of Wakanda greets you.

“Hello Y/n nice to see you again”  King T’challa chuckles lightly reaching out for your hand. “We met in Las Vegas but I’m sure you do not remember much of that night.” You grab his hand in yours shaking it with trembling hands.

“King T’challa it’s nice to meet you.” you say shyly.

“No, It’s my pleasure” he says bringing my hand to his lips kissing it gently making you blush.

“Let my girl hand go with all that dumb ass shit” he says slapping your hands apart.

You glare at Erik and give a look of apology to T’challa.

“So how do you like your new home y/n, Erik was worried about you not?” Erik’s foot kicking him interrupted his words.

“It’s beautiful.” you say smiling.

“Have you seen your wedding photo yet?” Tchalla asks suddenly. Before you could answer Erik speaks up instead.

“ She hasn’t seen the whole house yet cuz, and it’s in the bedroom where we’ll be spending a lot of time .” he says smacking his hand on your thigh. You look up to see him smirking at you his gold teeth showing. Your pussy jumps at the smack and smirk, he made you feel hot.

“Where is the bedroom Erik I need to wash up and I need my clothes to do so” you roll your eyes at Erik , disregarding his hand sitting on your thigh squeezing it.

“Walk back down the hallway when you get to the staircase go up the right side and straight down the hall, its the last door.” Erik tells you.

“Nice meeting you again King T’challa”. you say

“Just call me T’challa, were family now? he says with a sweet smile.

“Okay T’challa” you say waving bye. Walking towards the sliding doors and into the house. 

You walk into the bedroom and gawk at the size of the room. Your eyes catch the wedding picture as soon as walked in the room. It was actually a beautiful picture. You had on a veil, a white dress, and was holding a bouquet, Erik on the other hand had on a tux jacket and shirt, you two looked good together.

 Looking for your belongings you stumble upon a walk-in closet. One side of the wardrobe held a Erik’s  things and another side filled with your clothes. Looking closely you saw new pieces of clothing all in your size. They were all designer and you feel conflicted. Would it be okay for you to except these things. You pick up a pair of shorts and a tank top . and walked into the spacious bathroom. Stripping out your clothes ready to wash away the stresses of the day.

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Cloudy skies 🌨

Erik x Blackreader

A/n: I wrote this in 6 minutes.💀🙈🤭 please dont mind spelling errors.

During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?

He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.

"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.

"Yes." he hummed into your skin.

"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"

"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans

"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."

"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."

"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"

"Just say you're not looking for anybody."

"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."

"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.

"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"

"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."

"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."

He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.

"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"

Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.

".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."

"Dont spin this on me. I love you."

"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"

He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.

Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.

So Y/N what would you do?

🍒 Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.

Or

🍒 Leave Erik and find someone who may or may not love you. But will definitely show you public affection and claim you with a title.

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Sugar Babe Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Erik prepare for your upcoming trip.

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

Chapter 1

Erik smiled brightly as soon as the words left your lips. A small groan slipped out from between them, so fleeting you almost didn’t catch it.

“Never thought it would turn me on to hear that.” He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall. 

You balked immediately, “What are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-” Erik cut you off. 

“Yeah we will get them in a sec. First we have to get you an engagement ring and two wedding bands for us to wear during the trip.” Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size. 

“Uhhhh bet you like that one.” Erik pointed at the one ring that you had your eye on. It freaked you out that Eric always knew exactly what you wanted. Were you that predictable, or was he just that good?

“Very good choices sir, I can have everything prepared for you by tomorrow.”

Erik shook his head, his body instinctively straightening. You knew that stance very well. This was the Erik that appeared during board meetings and negotiations. He was direct, but incredibly intimidating. Anytime this side of Erik showed up he always got what he wanted. 

Erik waved his hand at the clerk, “I need these done within the next 6 hours. Make any additional charges necessary. Money is no object.” 

The clerk cleared his throat, “Sir, you must know how busy we can be, we have other orders with higher priority at the moment. I cannot keep that timeline.”

Erik walked closer to the clerk, leaning over the counter slightly. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the exact look he was giving the man behind the counter. Eyes scanning, looking for every weak spot they could find, anything they could exploit or bend to his will. Mouth smirking, like he already knew he won, but was enjoying the game. 

You hated to admit it, but this Erik was your favorite. There was something so sexy about a man who could always get what he wanted. Erik was an incredibly smart man, but a lot of people underestimated his intelligence just the same. The man was a certified genius, both in his field, and with reading people as well. There’s never been a negotiation that didn’t go in his favor. He always knew what to say or do to get the outcome he wanted. And his ability to read people and their deepest desires helped tremendously. 

“Consider this order your highest priority. Make any charges necessary. I will be back here in 6 hours and if the rings are not complete I will take my business to someone who can satisfy my time requirements.”

And there was the voice. Sharp, yet smooth. Light enough that anyone around him wouldn’t think anything of it, but the clerk definitely knew this was a threat, one that was anything but empty. You knew Erik well enough to know that he would switch stores just to prove a point. And you also knew there was no way the clerk was going to turn down an order with that many zeros in it.

The clerk lowered his head slightly, his defeat clear as day. Erik raised his chin, the smirk only widening as he reveled in his victory. 

“My apologies, sir. I will ensure your order is ready within the allotted time. We always appreciate your business.”

Erik nodded, “Thank you.” And sauntered out of the store without another word. You gave the clerk an apologetic glance as you followed him out.

Once you passed the threshold, you grabbed Erik’s wrist. “Was that really necessary? I could have just picked up the rings tomorrow.”

Erik grabbed your shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. “Y/N, what do you think that man was telling me when he said we’d have to wait until tomorrow?”

You hesitated, but eventually spoke your mind. “That we would have to wait our turn like everyone else.”

He tsked, brushing your hair away from your face. “That’s not quite right. You have to read between the lines. Do you think he would have said the same thing if a celebrity or politician made the exact same order at the exact same time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, but that’s different. They’re important.”

“And are we not important?” Erik raised an eyebrow, his eyes trapping yours. “Are you not important?” The sunlight hit them perfectly, and they looked like pools of molten chocolate, rich and smooth. Erik blinked slowly and the spell over you dissipated. 

“That’s what they want you to think. That you are not as important as those people, but why not? I’m just as rich, if not more, and just as famous. But because I don’t play ball or rap he was underestimating me, and all I did was call his bluff. I can’t stand being underestimated.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried. “Everything isn’t a board meeting Erik.”

Erik laughed, stroking your cheek once more before straightening. “Life is one big board meeting sweetheart. Especially as a black man.” He held his hand out for you. “Now let’s finish up here.”

The two of you made your way to the suit store where Erik picked up his suits. He eyed you as you waited for the suits to come out. 

“What?” You asked him. Erik smiled. 

“I know you wanted to spend the next two days helping me prepare for the trip, but now I need you to prepare for the trip as well.” 

“What do I need to prepare for? I just have to pack a bag. And I’m good.” You respond. 

“Well that would be true if you were traveling as my assistant but you’re not. You’re joining me as my wife. And my wife needs to do a good bit of things before we leave for the trip.” Erik said as he stepped closer to you. 

“Like what?” You asked incredulously. 

“I really don’t want to argue with you, I just need it done.” His voice was deep as he warned you. 

You rolled your eyes before shrugging. 

“Fine I won’t argue. What do I need to do before this trip?”

Erik grabbed your chin lightly, raising your eyes to meet his. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke. “Good girl, was that so hard? Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll give you a reason to roll them to the back of your head.”

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but once it did, your cheeks burned and you looked down at the floor, anywhere to not see the smug smirk he was giving you. Erik has always been a bit flirty, but this was a different level altogether. Your entire body clenched and released from his words alone.  

Erik paid no mind to your reaction. “I need you to go get your nails done. Fingers and toes. Make it a spa day, facial, hair, whatever else you want. Just something so you don’t look so damn stressed like you always do.” You start to interrupt him, but the look on his face tells you he’s not finished yet. 

“After we pick up the suits we can go get new luggage, you can’t keep using the same beat up duffle bag for business trips like this. Then we have to go get you some new clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?!” You shriek, Erik escorts you out of the store and towards the store he wants to buy the luggage from. 

“Nothing babygirl. You look great every day you come to work as my assistant, but for the last time you will be my wife. So you must dress like my wife.”

“And how does your wife dress Erik?” You roll your neck giving him the most attitude you could conjure. Erik smiled slowly backing you into a corner of the mall. His arms blocking you in as his lips brushed against your ear.

“You’re going to learn to cut the attitude baby girl. I’m not with it.” 

You smiled innocently at him. 

“And you’ve already learned that that’s not going to happen.” You pat his cheek gently and start to walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, his eyes running over your form. 

“Alright you wanna be boss baby, I’ll play along for a while. That’s okay but these things are non negotiable for people to truly believe that you are my wife. It’s just a few new clothes.” Erik said. 

“Yeah! And a spa day that I can’t afford!” You shout. 

Erik chuckled and pulled out his wallet showing you the copious amounts of cash he had. 

“We're going to the luggage spot together, I’mma pay for that. You already have my Amex card for the spa day and we are about to get you some new clothes. Stop acting like I don’t take care of mines.” Erik scoffed and walked ahead of you rounding the corner for the luggage store. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him, this day was not shaping up at all how you imagined it to be. 

————

The next two days were a whirlwind. And it just could not and would not slow down. You were definitely freaking out because leaving your job to Gina was not your first pick and you let Erik know that. 

He simply smiled and flicked your nose, cutely I might add, and told you not to worry. 

Now the big bad wolf was on the phone with investors and he had to be his usual business self hours before your flight. Seeing business Erik pacing in your living room littered with clothes and suitcases, just stressed you out further. He looked like he didn’t belong, as if he was some model fresh out of one of your discarded magazines. 

But the anger he spoke on the phone with sent you spiraling. You loved hearing Erik speak to investors, they always held such contempt for you on the phone but cowered in fear when Erik got wind of how they spoke to you. 

You were supposed to be packing and he was supposed to be telling you what to pack from the loads of new clothes he bought you. But how could you focus with this Adonis standing in front of you. An Adonis that you are supposed to pretend to be married to. 

You worried constantly the last two days that no one with two semi working eyes would believe that he would marry you. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Erik smirked at you as he hung up his phone. He licked his lips as he checked you out. 

“No reason. Okay big reason. There is no way anyone is going to believe that we are married. I mean neither of us even knows what a married couple acts like.”

Erik cocked his head as he stared at you. 

“Okay so turn on YouTube so we can learn to be a married couple. The fuck you talking about?” Erik kisses his teeth and walks to your half empty suitcase. He continued placing your newly bought folded clothes into the new Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought you. 

“I’m just saying look at you! Erik, you look amazing and put together no matter what happens. You handle everything so quickly and effectively. You’re so smart and capable of running this company. Who in their right mind would look at you and then see me and believe that we are together and have been married for the past three years? I’ll tell you. No one.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you ramble off. 

“Honestly this right here is why I never approached you. I knew you well enough that you would pull some shit like this. That you would self sabotage because of some bullshit that society tells you.” Erik continued packing up another suitcase. 

“I chose you because I trust you more than anyone else with company rules and policies. You’ve been in charge of so many projects because I know you have the leadership and management skills to get them done. I chose you to be my wife because your the smartest person I know and you look DAMN good in them fucking pencil skirts you wear. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who should or should not be my wife.” He slammed your second suitcase shut and moved on to your carry on bag.

“I can pack my own carry on.” You stood up slowly and approached him with your carry on items to put in the bag. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that others aren’t like you.”

“Yeah and they aren’t the CEO. I am.” He grabbed your hand as you finished packing your carry on. “The only thing that will alert people into knowing that we aren’t actually together is if you believe that we can’t.” He pulled you close to him, his heat and scent intoxicating. “Do I need to convince you that we can be together? That I want you?”

Yes. 

Your knees buckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek then below your ear. 

“No.” You place your hand on his chest and backed up.

Erik ran his gaze over you and bit his lip. He reached out to pull your body flush against his. His hands roamed your body freely, relishing in how you felt against him.

“You’re a terrible liar Y/N.” And with that he leaned down to run his tongue along the sweet spot on your neck. Then started sucking on your pulse point. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t hide your moan if you tried, the man’s mouth was gifted. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered. Just as your knees were about to give out he pulled away and looked into your eyes, his hands sliding down your back to grab your ass.

“Y/N, you really have no idea how much I want you. If you were actually mine… the things I’d do to that fine ass body.” He shook his head, and you felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, low and deep.  “You’re not ready for that conversation. Your scary ass couldn’t handle it.”

You bristled at the jab instinctively, your smart mouth couldn’t be contained. “I can handle anything Erik, you couldn’t handle me.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer. “Is that right?”

“Damn right it is.” You crossed your arms, bringing your face in as close to his as you could.

He rubbed his beard, then smirked. “I already told you I wasn’t going to put up with your attitude sweetheart. You’ve been talking out the side of your neck all day today. It’s time I put that ass in check. Let you get a taste of what you’re dealing with since you think I’m playing games with you.”

In the blink of an eye Erik turned you around and pushed you against the wall, your hands trapped in one of his above your head. He pushed into your body from behind, his hips lined up perfectly with yours. You could feel the hard bulge against your cheeks. Erik grabbed your hip with his free hand and gripped just hard enough to make you gasp. His lips moved to your ear and he whispered some of the dirtiest stuff you’ve ever heard.

“Think I can’t handle you huh? Baby girl you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about handling your thick ass. My mouth salivates at the thought of putting you in check. If you weren’t so damn scary I’d be balls deep in you right now. I’d pick your little bratty ass up and sit you on my dick until you fix your attitude. Keep playing with me and you’re gonna get yourself into some shit you aren’t ready for. I really don’t mind showing my wife that I need her.” He groaned as you shivered against him, your body responding to his words. 

“Stop Erik. I need to get some sleep before the flight. Thank you for packing my bags for me, but I have a lot of stuff to get done and you’re distracting me.” You hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or how your body kept pushing back into him.

He pulled away, taking the heat of his body with him. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. Just make sure you come as the wife I know you can be. My partner.” He winks at you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let it be known though if you were mine…. I’d tear that ass up every night of this trip. I’ll see you tomorrow” He backed away from you while shaking his head. He opened your apartment door and walked out while shouting. “My wife fine as fuck!”

Well fuck, what could you possibly say to that?

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Hour 1

You moved around the kitchen easily putting together sandwiches for you and your boyfriend. The two of you had the day off and you were so excited to spend the day with him. 

You felt him wrap his arms around you and take his sandwich. He kissed your cheek before he took a big bite. 

“Thanks babe.” Erik muttered and spanked your ass. You side eyed him and turned around with your Gatorade to sip in your hand. 

Erik watched you cross your legs in front of each other, a slow smirk crossed his face. 

“What do you want to do today.” You asked quietly, you were hopeful that you would get to cuddle with him and watch movies and you knew that he knew what you wanted to do. 

“Gonna play some games online with M’Baku.” Erik stared at you quietly. 

You fought to keep your face neutral, "I was hoping we'd hang out today. We haven't had a day off together in a while" 

"We can hang out, just give me a little bit of time to beat this level." A reasonable request. You could definitely entertain yourself for a bit.

You nodded, "ok, we'll hang out in an hour then."

Hour 2

You sighed for the third time in the last 20 minutes. You were hot. You stuffed your feet into Erik’s lap and watched him stare intensely at the game. He let out occasional curse words at the screen and to his good friends on the headset. 

“Sorry babe. I’ll be done soon, I promise. Nah fuck you!!” He couldn’t even hold a conversation with just you for two seconds. You rolled your eyes and moved to get up. You weren't going to sit around waiting for him. Erik squeezes your calf signalling that he really didn’t want you to move, but you were getting bored and had better things to do other than watch him play games. 

Hour 3

You were going to kill him. You had his murder all plotted out. No one would ever find his body. You spent a few minutes making a show slamming the cabinet doors in the kitchen and slamming your bedroom door, but you stopped when you realized he didn't even notice. Which of course just made you even madder.

How dare he ignore you like this! Who does he think he is? You opened your door and made your way back downstairs. Maybe he just lost track of time. You'd give him a chance to redeem himself. 

You walked up to him, a slight smile on your face, "babe? It's been a few hours. Let's watch a movie."

Erik didn't even look away from the screen. "Baby this is a really important stage. I can't stop now."

"You promised we'd hang out tonight, Erik." You frowned.

He still wouldn't look away from the game, "I know Y/N, but M'Baku will kill me if I stop before we finish the quest."

You rolled your eyes and left the room, slightly stomping all the way to your room.

You mumbled under your breath, "M'baku may kill you, but I'll definitely kill you if you don't get off that damn game."

Hour 4 

Okay payback was going to be a bitch. You watched yourself in the mirror admiring the new outfit he’d bought you a few months ago. You weren’t really sure what you were going to do to get him back. But your ultimate goal was to piss him off. 

You stepped out of the bedroom and walked down to the den. You walked around the couch and made a show out of getting your phone. 

“Where you going?” Erik stared at you intensely, though his eyes darted between you and the game on the screen. 

“Out.” You spit out.

Erik’s eyes cut to you. Erik hated when you spoke to him with such an attitude. But he deserved it. 

“You are not going out wearing that babe. Go change. I bought you that so we could enjoy it for ourselves and you think putting a jacket over it would help? Nah babe I said go change.”

“Nah Babe. I’m bored. You promised me time together and you haven’t delivered so I’m gonna go chill with your cousin until you find some time to spend with your girl.” You twirled around and made a move for the door. 

“You better be talking about Shuri babygirl.” Erik threatened his hand removed from the controller for the first time in a while. 

“I think we both know that I’m not.” You smiled at him and walked out the door. You made it to your car before Erik caught your wrist. 

“I’m not playing with you Y/N.” Your phone rang loudly in your hand. You pushed Erik off of you slightly to answer it. 

“Hey T’Challa. Yeah I’m on my way. You know I’ll never pass an opportunity to help you out!” Erik made a motion for you to hand him the phone. “Your cousin wants to talk to you then I’ll be on my way.”

They exchanged a few words in Wakandan and then Erik hung up roughly. 

“Take your ass back in the house.” Erik’s eyes were lit with rage. "I'm not gonna say it again."

“No go play your stupid game. You have been ignoring me all day! Not giving me any attention. And when I want to go out looking good now you have something to say. Fuck all that. I’m leaving.” Erik smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist. And picked you up effortlessly. 

He let out a sinister chuckle as he carried you back in the house. “You want attention, you got it.”

Hour 5

You would never ask for attention again. You were exhausted, hot, and tired. Your body couldn’t handle another moment with the sex demon you called a boyfriend. 

Erik sat at the end of the bed and lit a blunt. It kind of pissed you off that he could look so composed while you look like hell. He glanced back at you and smirked at your worn out body. Involuntarily you shrunk back from his gaze and tried to cover your naked body with the sheet. Erik rolled his eyes and stood up reaching for his shorts to head back to the den. 

“I’ll be finishing up the game.” He turned back towards you and licked his lips. “Unless you want some more attention.” A devious chuckle left his lips as he headed down the hallway. 

"Bastard" you mumbled.

"Say that shit again and watch what happens." He yelled from down the hallway.

You didn't say anything because you didn't want to. Not because you were scared of your man's demon dick.

Hour 6

Maybe. Maybe you did want more attention. No. You needed more attention. You found some of your best lingerie and put it on along with Erik's favorite perfume. You didn't even bother throwing on a robe, what was the point? You smirked as you made your way downstairs, the speakers booming with gunshots. You were definitely a glutton for punishment, but it's really Erik's fault.

At least that's what you'll keep telling yourself.

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