Based on Could’ve Been by H.E.R feat. Bryson Tiller
Warning: language and very, very light smut
Any other day Essence would have slammed the door in his face. But somehow those sorrow filled eyes let him right inside her Manhattan condo. Twenty eight years of friendship. Twenty eight years of secrets they had only shared with each other. Everything felt like it was going down the drain.
Erik stood in the doorway, his clothes soaked in the night’s rain. It was one of the worst thunderstorms in the last few years and here he was at her doorstep.
“Erik, what the fuck,” Essence whispered, stepping back to let her best friend inside as he created a puddle on her hardwood floor. “It’s storming out there, what are you doing out?”
“Had to see you,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on Essence in the candle lit living room. The lights had gone out hours ago.
Had to see her? But, he hadn’t seen her in weeks. Since the last time she put him out of her condo and told him to never return. They had many spats, but this one ended with Essence in tears and Erik angrier than he’d ever been with her. “What for,” she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting to hear any excuse Erik could come up with on the fly.
“You know why,” he answered, sounding as if he was offended by Essence’s question. “Baby...” Erik began, ready to plead his case to a brick wall because Essence was done.
“No, I honestly don’t.” Sadly, Essence didn’t know why Erik had ended up on her doorstep. Seeing him after their fallout was hard on a heart that still yearned for him.
“I’m sorry,” Erik apologized, stepping forward. Testing the waters. “Sorry for lying to you. Sorry for fucking up.”
He meant every word but words wouldn’t mend what Essence felt. Betrayal stared her right in the face and she couldn’t shake it. A steady friendship had turned into a murky mess.
Essense stood her ground, not phased by Erik’s apology, “She must not be home?” No answer. “That’s the only time you pop up over here. When she’s out on a business trip. Am I right?”
Erik had no answer because she was right. His wife worked as a producer and found herself traveling the world often. When she was away, somehow he’d end up in Essence’s arms. It was obvious that Erik wasn’t happy in his marriage and used Essence as a crutch. Playing the other woman was taking it’s toll on Essence, a woman with higher morals and values than she was showing.
“You can’t even answer me. What the hell are you really doing here Erik? I told you this shit between us was over,” Essence argued. “I’m tired of you using me. I’m tired of feeling guilty because you’re emotionally cheating on her with me. I told you to stay away from me.”
“She’s gone, E,” was all he could muster up as a reply.
Gone? “Wha-What? What do you mean by gone?”
An expression Essence had never seen on Erik’s face had appeared. Hurt. No one could hurt Erik. No one but the woman standing in front of him. Or so he thought. “She ran off with Kane. They left for London a few days ago. Left a note and her ring.”
Essence froze in place, her mouth falling open but words not forming. Janet seemed like the type and she knew it all along.That was a poor excuse and Essence knew that. “I’m...I’m sorry Erik. I didn’t know.”
“I always knew something was up with that nigga,” he admitted, beginning to pace. “All these business trips? Yeah, I caught her ass hanging out in Mexico with this dude at a couple’s retreat. Do you know how hard it was not to kill them? This bitch lied to me and I’m supposed to let them live and enjoy the rest of their lives together?” The more he talked, the louder and angrier his tone got. Feeling betrayed was a feeling Erik knew all too well.
“Erik, Erik,” Essence called out, trying to calm the angry man that was emerging. She pleaded with him, his eyes finally softening when they met hers. Essence’s hands found their way to Erik’s face, holding him still until his breathing returned to normal. Her scent alone calmed him. Took him back to their childhood when life seemed simple.
His hands rested on top of hers as she held each side of face. Those brown eyes he had known since they were in diapers stared back at him. Even though, she was mad as hell, Erik could still see a glimmer of hope. She hoped he had finally come to his senses. Hoped they could mend what had been destroyed. “E,” he whispered, his face inches from her’s. That familiar pull was stronger than ever.
Essence made the first move, pulling his lips to hers. A move that was dangerous and stupid in a sense. One tender kiss set their worlds on fire. One kiss was as dangerous as the storm outside. Erik dipped down to wrap Essence’s long, brown legs around his waist. He walked towards the bedroom, careful to not knock over any candles.
Lightning struck, providing a second of light to lead Erik to the bed. They quickly undressed each other, desperate to feel their skin against the other’s.
Settled in between Essence’s thighs, Erik gently pushed himself inside. In awe of how she felt wrapped around him. He stayed still for a moment, mostly to keep himself from nutting too fast. But Essence was impatient. She had been yearning for this moment since the first time they’d made love. Back then, they had no idea what they were doing but it was a moment they remembered like it was yesterday.
“Ah,” she grimaced, holding her hand to Erik’s stomach.
“Shit, am I hurting you,” he asked gently, pulling back out. Essence shook her head in response, gripping Erik’s ass until they were joined as one again. “You good,” Erik checked in, unable to read Essence’s face through the quick flashes of lightning.
“I’m good,” Essence whispered back, shifting her body underneath his weight, prompting Erik to move. He followed her lead, slowly rolling his hips. Had it all been worth it, he thought to himself. Breaking his promises he made years ago because he was afraid. Was it worth risking his friendship and throwing away true love because he was a coward?
The answer was no. None of it was worth hurting Essence or wasting time on someone who didn’t deserve him.
Essence could barely see Erik’s face, but she could read his body language. Every stroke was a new way of saying I love you. She held on to each one, hoping he could read her body too. I love you too. Her nails sunk into Erik’s back as he nuzzled her neck, whispering sweet words in her ear. Erik was never this soft with anyone else, not even his wife. Essence was the only woman that had that type of hold on his heart.
Feeling Essence tighten around him, he grabbed her hands, holding them in place over her head. “I love you,” he moaned.
Hearing him utter those words was bittersweet. It was great hearing him say them, but she couldn’t help but wonder what they could’ve been...
So, I didn’t plan to start a new series and this was supposed to be a one-shot because I was feeling inspired. After getting to the end, I felt like this was a prequel to an entire story. At least that’s what it seemed like in my head. This will need a lot of brainstorming but if you’re interesting in being tagged, let me know.
A/N: ahem...the man can get it from me. Just putting it out there
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The Dora Milaje took you in as their own since you were found, a child lost in the forest. They raised you, trained you and gave you a home in Wakanda despite being an outsider.
You worked hard for the armor you now wear and the weapons you wield. You’ve fought battles to protect the throne and have stood alongside Ayo and Okoye and the rest of the warriors. You’ve watched in pride as your childhood friend, the crowned prince T’challa ascended to the throne of King.
You weren’t backing down when he lost it to his long lost cousin, Njadaka. Or Erik.
Okoye gave you a warning look from across the room where she was sitting down among the council. You stood firm and quiet, clenching your teeth in anger as you silently glared at the man who stole the crown.
Soon the meeting adjourned and one by one the council members left, leaving only the Dora and the king.
“Y’all can leave, too.” King N’jadaka told them, sitting in his throne arrogantly. Looking up, his eyes met yours. You stilled, suddenly aware of the impact. “Except you.”
Okoye turned to him, with a couple of the Dora behind her, almost instinctively, as if protecting you. “But my king, she’s—-“
“Now!” He raised his voice, stopping them. They slowly nodded, leaving the room but not before throwing you a knowing look. Warning you to be careful. Soon, only the two of you were left.
“Y/N. Is it?” He spoke, bringing his finger to his lips as if in deep thought.
You nodded, still standing in the middle of the room, with your spear next to you. “Yes, my king.”
“I don’t appreciate your attitude towards me. Hell, I should kill you right now and add another mark on me.” He crossed his legs.
You shook your head, challenging him even if you knew he has the crown now. “You can try.”
“Nah. It would be too easy. You’re not really a warrior, are you? You’re not even Wakandan.” He sneered, standing up and walking over to you slowly. “You don’t deserve to be here.”
“Then go ahead and kill me. I would rather die for the Wakanda that I know and love instead of living in the Wakanda that I know you are going to destroy.” You said, your eyes looking up at he loomed over you. His height towering you as you glared at each other.
“Bitter words coming from such sweet lips.” Erik murmured, leaning over to whisper something by your ear. “Be careful, sweetheart. You turn your back on me and I might just grab your ass and make you princess.”
You fought the blush coming up to your cheeks, hoping that if it does show, he’d see it as anger. You didn’t know why but the new king had an effect on you. Maybe it wasn’t really hatred that you felt.
He suddenly chuckled, leaning away from you before walking out the throne room, leaving you and your heated thoughts alone.
I also have a T’Challa and Storm Christmas fic. You can find that here.
“Christmas is on you,” Mrs. Thomas told her only child on Thanksgiving.
Since that day, Karissa was prepping a Christmas dinner menu and decorating her townhouse to get into the holiday spirit. Christmas dinner had been a tradition in her family for as long as she could remember. So, she had a big job on her hands. Since she was an adult with her own spot, the Thomas Christmas dinner was now a major part of her holiday break from school.
But, dinner and entertaining 5 of her family members wasn’t the only thing on Karissa’s plate. Her boyfriend, Erik, was meeting her family. He didn’t seem to be bothered, but Karissa’s family had no filter. Her grandmother didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and often said something embarrassing to run off whoever Karissa was dating.
“Where do you want this ugly nigga,” Erik asked, holding up the black Santa she had just purchased a few days ago.
“Don’t call my shit ugly. Put him on top of the coffee table with the elf,” Karissa pointed towards the living room while she stirred her homemade gravy. The recipe had survived four generations and she prayed she got it just right. “Baby, I think I’m going to need more butter and brown sugar.” Karissa knew as soon as she said that, Erik would have a smart remark ready.
“You used those two sticks I got last night,” he questioned, stepping back into the kitchen. His short dreads needed some TLC, but she’d have to worry about that later. “What the hell are you cooking?”
“First of all, we are black. Those two little sticks weren’t going to do anything in the first place. Can you please help me out and go get a few more boxes,” Karissa poked out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
“You owe me,” Erik said, planting a kiss on Karissa’s lips before grabbing his keys and phone.
“Love you,” she yelled before he shut the door. To stay on schedule she moved on to items on her menu that didn’t require butter.
Once Erik returned with the sugar and butter, Karissa finished up dinner while Erik straightened up the space. “I’m tired as hell now. I hope they don’t stay over too long,” she complained, throwing herself on the sofa and putting her feet up on the ottoman. Erik returned the vacuum to the coat closet and joined his girlfriend before pulling a blunt out of his pocket. He lit it and offered it to Karissa after he took a long drag. “You must be nervous about meeting my folks?”
“Nah,” he lied, leaning his head against the wall. Karissa stared at him until he chuckled, “Maybe a little.”
“Awww, baby,” she sang, playfully pinching Erik’s dimpled cheeks. “Don’t be nervous, I told my dad to leave the gun at home.” Karissa joked ,earning a side eye from her boyfriend.
“I ain’t never met a girl’s family so I must be doing something right, huh,” he added, reaching over to grip Karissa’s thigh. Even after almost a year of dating, those butterflies still formed in her stomach from his touch.
“I guess. You’re cute, that helps you out a bit,” she teased, passing the blunt to Erik and resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m worried about my grandmother flirting with you though. Whatever she says, ignore it.”
“Damn, is grandma a cougar? You better watch out baby, I may be leaving you behind if grandma’s mac n cheese is hittin,” Erik replied, catching Karissa’s hand as she attempted to slap his arm. “I’m joking, damn!”
One hour later, the family of five had arrived at Karissa’s small townhouse. Her father, mother, two baby sisters, and grandmother were all standing in the dining room when Erik appeared. They had been wanting to meet him ever since Karissa returned to Chicago glowing and smiling all over the place. Her sisters had been stalking his social media, showing their mother pictures when Karissa had nicely asked them not to.
“This must be Erik,” Mrs. Thomas said, grinning from ear to ear. Mr. Thomas was right behind her, thinking up some questions to pester Erik.
“Nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas,” he extended his hand but Karissa’s mother pulled him into a hug.
“We hug around here,” she hummed, stepping aside to let Mr. Thomas meet his daughter’s boyfriend. “Now be nice, Charles,” the wife warned, patting her husband on the chest.
“How ya doin’, son? I’m Charlie, Karissa’s dad aka Protector,” the father greeted the 5′11, muscular man with a sturdy handshake.
“Nice to finally meet you, sir,” Erik said, trying to hold his laughter when Karissa rolled her eyes dramatically.
“I don’t see how your little fine self hasn’t knocked up my grandbaby. Honey, you did good, Nana approves,” the matriarch of the Thomas family blurted out, not caring about her granddaughters hiding their faces in embarrassment. “Come here, baby.” Erik followed her instructions and stepped into Grandma Thomas’s tight hug. Karissa and her sisters couldn’t help but shake their heads at their grandmother’s lack of filter.
Erik then introduced himself to the twin sisters who were suddenly acting shy like they hadn’t been snooping on his page months ago.
“Alright, enough of the hugs and kisses, I’m ready to eat,” Karissa announced, clasping her hands together loudly. Her family followed her to the dining room, still gushing over Erik. Well, everyone minus Mr. Thomas who liked to play the tough role.
“So, Mr. Stevens, do you have any family in town,” Charlie questioned, passing the greens to his wife.
“No, it’s just me. My parents died when I was a kid and I don’t know of anyone else,” he said, Karissa could detect a hint of sadness but let her father continue when Erik squeezed her hand under the table.
“Oh wow, I’m so sorry sweetie,” Mrs. Thomas said, holding her chest in sadness. “Well, I’m glad you could join us for dinner.”
“Me too, I normally spend the holidays working,” Erik explained. “But Karissa told me she was cooking and I couldn’t miss out on that. Right, baby?”
“Meh, I’m not all that but I got a little something from my mama,” she bragged, flipping her braids. “But I think me promising that apple pie was what got him here. No one can pass up Grandma’s famous pie.”
“There’s more than enough for you, honey,” Grandma replied with a smile. “Looks like you work out a lot so be careful, it’ll pack a few pounds on you.”
Erik placed a hand on his stomach, “From what Karissa says, I think it’s worth it.”
“Yeah, if she doesn’t eat the whole thing herself,” Tamia, one of the twins, voiced. “Those pies never stayed in our house for more than one day.”
“Hush, I saved everyone a piece,” Karissa snapped back, sticking her tongue out at her sister.
The family continued teasing each other about the famous pie until Mrs. Thomas interrupted the conversation to ask Karissa about her schooling. Suddenly, the mood changed because everyone already knew how much pressure Mrs. Thomas put on her children about school. “How’s Nursing school coming along. I haven’t heard you talk about it since school started back up,” she questioned.
The truth was, Karissa was no longer in Nursing school and had dropped out earlier in the semester to change her major. Prepared for a big argument, Karissa put her fork down. “Um...I....I’m actually not in Nursing school anymore.”
The twins gasped, “Girl,” Tonya put her fork down, ready for the blow up that was bound to happen.
“Karissa! We pay your tuition to send you through the Nursing program. It’s one of the best in the country,” Mrs. Thomas exclaimed, her voice going up an octave.
“It’s not for me, mama. Would you rather me flunk out or do what makes me happy? I’ve always been into theater and I could go far with it if I-”
“Theater? You think we pay for you to major in something that might not take you anywhere? Do you know how many people actually make it into the industry,” she continued, suddenly losing her appetite.
“Baby, she’s doing what makes her happy. That’s all that matters, nursing isn’t for every one,” Charlie added, giving his daughter his approval.
“But it’s all she ever wanted to do as a kid!”
“Now, Trice, you know that’s what YOU always wanted her to do. This child was putting on shows and dancing everywhere when she was a baby. You ignored that and pushed her into Nursing because you wanted that for her,” the grandmother called her daughter out, causing Mrs. Thomas to wipe her mouth and get up from the table.
“I’m not about to sit here and let you all gang up on me. I want the best for my child,” the mother complained, glaring back and forth between her husband, oldest daughter and mother. “Do what you want, but I hope you know what you’re doing, Karissa.”
The table went silent again as Trice walked outside the front door to get some peace of mind.
“Don’t worry about her, she’ll get over it,” the grandmother voiced, patting her granddaughter’s hand. “Do what you love.”
The twins went back to eating as Charlie shook his head at his wife’s antics. She was a complete control freak when it came to her children. All of them worked to please their mother but Karissa decided to finally take control of her own life. Her mother meant well though.
Clearly upset, Karissa began clearing the table and taking used dishes to the kitchen. Erik decided to help instead of sitting in the awkward silence in the dining room. “I’m sorry about that back there. She stays trying to control my shit,” Karissa apologized, taking plates from Erik and putting them by the sink. Hot tears burned in the corner of her eyes. This was frustrating. Theater and performing in general had been her life throughout her childhood. Like today, her mother told her it would be hard to enter the industry so Karissa majored in Nursing. Now she had enough courage to chase her dreams and she was being shot down once again.
“Aye, come with me for a second,” Erik offered his hand and led Karissa upstairs to the bathroom. He closed the door behind them and grabbea Klennex from the counter. “No need for you to apologize to me. Trust, I’ve seen way worse happen at family dinners. One of my boys’s had his sex tape released at a family New Year’s Eve party. Don’t fret,” Erik laughed, wiping a few of his girlfriend’s tears. “Like your grandma said, do what you love. You know I have you back so that’s not a problem.”
Karissa sat on the counter, Erik quickly stepping between her legs. “You know I got you, right,” he repeated, this time leaning into her lips. She nodded, tears still clouding her vision as Erik’s lips touched hers. “Hmm,” he moaned, his tongue slowly melting into Karissa’s.
“Erik...we...they’re right downstairs,” she groaned as Erik attached his mouth to the sweet spot of her neck. “Erik,” she repeated, this time it came out as a moan instead of the stern tone she was attempting to use. But her protests were ignored when Erik locked the bathroom door and continued the assault on her neck and collarbone.
“We won’t get caught if you don’t get loud,” he warned, reaching under her pleated skirt and pulling her underwear down to her ankles. “Think you can do that?”
“Hell no, E-fuuuuuuck,” Karissa squirmed when Erik’s thumb met her naked clit. He rubbed the nub while he kissed her, silencing any noise threatening to escape. “Just make this quick.”
“Aight, I was about to be gentle with your little ass but since you wanted to rush me,” Erik teased, pulling Karissa off the counter and turning her so she was facing the mirror. Karissa assumed Erik was about to break her in two with how hard he was holding her hips,but surprisingly he entered her with a gentle push. She gripped the sink, watching Erik in the mirror. That smug smirk was on his face as he began to move his hips, plunging into her wetness and pulling back out. “Whatchu looking at me like that for,” Erik asked, placing a supporting hand on Karissa’s lower back.
“Because you’re trying to be romantic and shit,” she replied, whining her hips in sync with Erik’s rhythm. “I know you want to fuck my shit up, don’t you?”
When she got like this usually Erik would shut her up and fuck her hard like she wanted. “Nah, because your ass can’t be quiet. I don’t want your dad coming up here to take me out,” he pressed, pushing Karissa’s head to the marble countertop.
A loud moan escaped her lips, causing Erik to shush her as he continued digging into her tightness. His warm flesh tapped her’s over and over, creating a light slap paired with their low grunts. “Shit, Erik,” Karissa’s whispered, unable to keep her hips moving when Erik held them in place.
A knock at the door made them both jump, “Who in there,” grandma Thomas shouted, frantically banging on the door.
“Shit, shit,” Erik cursed, quickly pulling out and pulling up his sweatpants. “You don’t have a second bathroom in this bitch?”
“No! Ugh, how are we gonna get out of here without her seeing you,” Karissa whispered loudly.
“I gotta shit,” the grandmother yelled again. “That damn potato salad ran right through me.”
“Looks like we are just going out together,” Erik shrugged, opening the door even with Karissa trying to keep it shut.
“Well I’ll be damned, that’s where you two disappeared off to,” the elder exclaimed.
Karissa and Erik pushed past her with their heads down in embarrassment and irritation. Neither one of them got a nut and now Grandma Thomas wouldn't let them live this down.
“Mmmm, that’s the way you mess around and get knocked up. How you think your daddy got here? Me and Gerald had some moments in that bathroom. Whew chile,” she laughed, finally closing the door behind her.
“I seriously didn’t need to know that,” Karissa gagged.
“Maybe we can finish what we started in the backseat of my car? I thought I heard your dad ask about some icecream to go with that pie,” Erik suggested, raising a brow.
Thinking about it for a second, Karissa took off down the steps. “Daddy, did you mention icecream? We can go get some.”
A/N: and i was so glad to deliver….even without proofreading it first but dammit i am for the people’s needs.
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You’ve watched in silence as he took over Wakanda, planning with the council to oversee the preparations of Vibranium distribution. Each day since his victory, his confidence grew judging by how he strutted along the castle halls arrogantly. He was still winning.
You despised it all.
Especially how you don’t seem to be wanting him to stop.
Everytime he’d be in the same room as you, your jaw clenches and he’d notice, smirking to himself knowing damn well he made an impression on you.
Okoye was the one who saw what seemed to be happening between you and the new king.
“I’ve arranged plans to get you out of the castle without any suspicion. You need to run, Y/N. Nakia will meet you. I fear you’re not safe here.” She said to you when you were alone in your room, putting on your Dora Milaje armor.
You turned to her, fighting to not show emotion. “No. I made a vow when I became one of you. I will stay and protect the throne even if it’s from the one sitting on it.”
“But who’s going to protect you?”
“I can do that perfectly on my own, Okoye. You didn’t teach me nothing.”
She paused and looked at you with worry, but chose to say nothing else about the matter. “Be careful, Y/N. Men like him will never be content.”
You watched as she walked out of the room but when she opened the door, N’jadaka was standing on the other side of it. His hands were placed on his back as he stood, the golden designs of the black panther necklace gleaming in his chest, the coat barely covering his scars.
“Get out and do your job.” His voice gruff and dismissive when he talked to Okoye. You glared at him. How dare he disrespect the greatest warrior in Wakanda?
But Okoye just nodded, leaving the place with tight lips and a knowing look between you and Erik.
You tried to move past him, too, knowing you were also still Dora and have a job to do, like he said. However, his large built blocked the path and kept you trapped inside your room, with the king smirking down at you.
“Move.” You said, aware that your voice might waiver if you weren’t careful.
“You don’t give the orders here.”
“I’m not following yours anyway.”
He pursed his lips, taking a step forward, the door closing behind him as he entered your room. Erik moved his finger towards his chin as if in deep thought. “Hmm.” His deep voice hummed, “So why’re you still here? Come on, baby girl. There’s gotta be a reason why you haven’t run away yet. I know you can, too. That general of yours has a plan to get you away from here…..Away from me?”
He started circling you then. You can feel his eyes raking over your body, how his stare was burning your skin. You gulped, your fists clenching at your sides. Then you felt Erik get closer from behind you, his lips suddenly next to your ear as his hard warm chest were pushed against your back.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He whispered, chuckling low to himself. He knew about the effect he had on you even without placing his hands on your body. The passionate and burning hatred that you so desperately want to release on him. The violent desire.
You gasped, finally knowing that he felt the same way towards you when he pushed his hips forward, his hard erection pressing against your ass.
“No.” You said, defying him even more.
But Erik wasn’t mad at that. No. He was enjoying it. He felt you stiffened when his hands held your waist from behind, his palms moving up towards your abdomen and just stopping below your heaving chest.
“You never listen, do you?” He said, his teeth almost grazing the nape of your neck. “I told you to not turn your back on me.”
Your eyes widened in realization and gasped, suddenly pushing him away from you. But Erik caught your arm and stopped you, smirking before pulling you in. His hand held onto the back of your neck as he claimed your lips, forcefully, as if he was desperate.
You tried to push him away but when his arms were wrapped around you, you were done for. You were his and you were trapped.
Erik’s hand moved down your back to palm your ass, pushing all of his body towards you. When you found the chance to pull away, you gave him a sharp slap on his cheek.
He laughed at that. “You’re lying to yourself, Y/N. You want this……You want me.”
He watched in amusement as your face blushed red, both in anger and in lust. You were determined to stand your ground though. With quick movements, you had your spear in your hand and pointed it at his chest, your stance ready for a fight.
“I’ll kill you.” You snarled.
His chest huffed a small chuckle. “You’re a Dora Milaje warrior. You’ve sworn to protect me.” He said, unmoving as he stood clearly not intimidated by you at all.
You shook your head. “You’re wrong. I’ve sworn to protect the crown…..And that does not belong to you.”
That’s when you charged at him, your spear attacking him, aiming at his body but he was quick. Erik evaded your attacks long enough for the golden necklace of the Black Panther covered his body in the indestructible Vibranium suit. You heard a laugh coming from his mask.
“So the warrior fights.” He said, moving to offensive positions, his suit’s claws out as he lunged at you. You twirled, avoiding his attacks but he was experienced. Clearly.
Erik’s claws got your upper arm, slicing through your Dora Milaje armor and seeing blood seep out slowly. You ignored the pain and kept fighting him. You landed a few hits when you got rhythm enough to catch him mid attack. You found it harder and harder to keep up with him until the two of you ended up outside, on your balcony, where the Wakandan sun was on its way to set.
He growled, attacking again, but you were a warrior indeed. Trained by the best. You used the momentum from his jump towards you to let him fall then that’s when you landed a blow on him. It was so powerful that Erik fell to his stomach. He tried to get up quick but just as he was rolling to be on his back, your legs stood on either side of him and bent down in a low squat, your spear pointing at his neck as you looked down at him.
Why did I stop?, you asked yourself as your brows furrowed in frustration.
Erik undid his mask and grinned up at you, not making any move to get up now that you were on top of him.
“What will you do now, babygirl?” He was teasing you. “You gonna kill me?”
You stayed still, your hands tight around your weapon and your eyes on his.
Erik chuckled. “You know what, if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind it. Especially since you’re on top.”
His hand went up to your waist then, holding you in place as he pushed himself up, rubbing his erection against your ass. You heard him whisper something but at this point you couldn’t care less.
You lost control.
The spear was thrown to the side as your head moved down to meet his lips again, this time on your own accord. Something Erik genuinely enjoyed. He pushed himself up, his lips still on yours, his tongue tasting you while you willingly let him. You both stood up, his hands caressing up and down your body. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, not helping yourself anymore as you wanted more of him.
Erik smirked, hearing tiny moans coming from you. He got rough then, ripping your clothes from behind and letting it fall, leaving your body exposed to him. He continued kissing you again, his hands roaming up your breasts, teasing your nipples making them sensitive to his and only his touch. Erik deactivated his Vibranium suit, leaving him in his pants only as your hands immediately moved across his chest, your fingers trailing against the scars.
He turned you around then, bending you over against the balcony’s railing, knowing there might be people down there that can see everything. But neither of you cared.
As you widen your legs towards him, Erik moaned at the sight before leaning forward to whisper something to your ear. “This is mine now.”
You gasped, not able to keep your mouth shut as he entered you from behind. Your slick folds enveloping all of him as your walls contracted, adjusting to his admirable size. “Fuck.” You hissed, feeling so deliciously full.
“That’s right, baby. Give me what’s mine.” You heard his deep voice groan in pleasure, turning you on even more as you started to move your ass back. He caught your movement and you just know he’s doing that devilish smirk behind you.
“Be careful, sweetheart. I don’t hold back.”
“Erik…” you heard yourself whimper, desperate for more friction.
You felt him grab a handful of your hair, as if bracing himself.
Then he moved. Erik didn’t held anything back. And neither did you.
His thrusts, powerful and deep, hit you so good everytime. His hips didn’t stop when he reached his rhythm.
Your moans, loud and uncontrollable, gave him enough motivation just to hear more. He growled as he pushed in and out of you, roughly as if all his emotions were being released. And you were glad to accept them. You enjoyed it. You took all of him unrelentingly.
It wasn’t long until your legs started to shake that Erik had to keep boh his hands firm on your waist to keep you still. You screamed his name countless times and soon he’s lost his rhythm. His deep thrusts became sloppy as you felt him groan loudly. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”
And when he reached his climax, you offered yourself to him when he released his load inside you. His fingers dug themselves in your ass as he rode out his orgasm.
Erik stilled and so did you. You felt him pull out and turn you around to face him.
Both your heartbeats matched as the two of you panted, calming down while you looked up at him and him at you.
Your hands moved by themselves then, your palm caressing his scar covered chest. He watched you silently.
Then he smiled. Genuine, this time. Not teasingly. Not a smirk.
