Let’s Talk About Sex III
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]
Prompt: A sexually frustrated virgin? What’s a girl to do….
A/N: Hey yall!!! Wow, SO many directions this chapter could have gone in and I had a hell of a time trying to pick one. Some of this was based off a conversation I had with my good sis @middlegroundd so shoutout to her for helping be bounce my erratic flowing ideas off of her! Thank you all for sticking around and waiting patiently for this chapter, and thank you to the people who checked up and inquired about this series, I love that you all love it. Hoping this part doesn’t disappoint, still more to come!
Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.
This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.
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It had been an entire week since the embarrassing night where you’d almost died from getting head, and the long days of sexual depravation were starting to get to you.
After you and Erik patched up your emotional misunderstanding, he had reduced you to forehead kisses and PG cuddle sessions, almost acting like he was too afraid to touch you now that he’d witnessed first hand your lungs limited capabilities.
For the first three days you’d embraced it, using the opportunity to continue building on the emotional foundation you’d created together. It was always easiest when you were physically close to one another, needing the connection to help keep you grounded and remind you of just how real your feelings were for one another.
You had never really been one for much physical affection in the past, so it completely caught you off guard the first time Erik ever wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, caressing your shoulders. You liked it.
You’d been at the strawberry festival (an event you practically begged Erik to go with you to), and you’d just finished visiting all the food booths, snagging yourselves some delicious strawberry nachos paired with a couple pints of strawberry beer, passing the delicacy between the two of you.
You dipped your finger into the fluffy mountain of whipped cream, swiping it onto his nose and then turning away quickly, popping your finger into your mouth and acting as if nothing happened. You bite down on your index, barely holding in your giggles as you sneak a peek at him, and see his eyebrows raised high with shocked expression on his face.
Your laughing fit takes over you, and you throw your head back and bark a hearty chuckle, so distracted that you almost run into a fence with displays of keychains hanging from it.
Erik catches you by the elbow at the last second, pulling you into him, your soft body bouncing against his hard chest as you catch your balance.
“Uh-huh, that’s what your silly ass gets,” he teases you with a toothy smile, the whipped cream still painted on his face making him look like a goof.
You scoff back playfully, gaze lingering on his handsome face, and before you can catch yourself you lean up on your tippy toes and lick his nose, catching some of the white sweetness on your tongue. You lick your lips tastily before realization of what you’d done hits you, and your eyes go wide in fear and embarrassment.
“Umm- I-” you stutter, words caught in your throat as your mind tries to come up with an excuse for why you just oddly licked this mans nose like a puppy.
“Wassup?” He watches you funnily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.
“You tryna taste me, babygirl?” He nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
Your face gets hot and you shake your head wildly in denial.
“No! I- I-”
“It’s alright if you were, princess. I’m tryna taste you too.” He bites his lip, winking at you, and even though you can’t feel your face, you’re pretty sure your soft brown cheeks are fire engine red and your mouth is agape.
His eyes switch between yours for a second, soaking in your expression before his own eyes squint together adorably, and he let’s out a cheek aching laugh that makes your heart do funny things.
He tries to mush his sugary face into yours, and you squeal, holding him off with a hand pressed against his chest, feeling something beneath his shirt. You stop, fingers wandering curiously over his pecs, feeling the strange textured ridges with your fingertips before you feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you.
You pull your hand back, clearing your throat.
“Sorry,” you sheepishly look up at him, trying at a half smile.
He catches your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss those same finger tips, rubbing them along his lips.
“Don’t ever apologize about being curious with me,” he tells you, giving your a knuckles a charming kiss.
You feel a blush prick at your cheeks from the sweetness of his statement, and you roll your eyes at him before slapping a napkin on his face.
“Cute ass…” you mutter, and he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the sticky substance.
You walk off towards the bathroom, feeling his hand wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, surprising you and making you stutter in your steps. You feel the warmth of his embrace and the subtle scent of his body wash, and for the first time ever you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist.
You’d never done this “cuddling” thing before, but here, wrapped in his arms, you’d never felt a feeling so… nice.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, you twirl a curl around your finger as you sit and reminisce, a lazy smile forming on your lips.
You were so in love, and boy, it showed. You were ready to take that love to the next level, too, but first: some maintenance.
You lean over and open the bottom drawer of your sink cabinet, reaching in to collect the small black case that held your electric razor.
You place it on the counter, unzipping the pouch and pulling out the necessary items; the razor, the one inch guide, and the small cleaning brush for after you finished.
Erik was currently at the gym with a few of his buddies, so it gave you the perfect amount of time to give yourself a quick shave before hopping in the shower and throwing on the brand new Fenty lingerie that’d just arrived in the mail yesterday.
You were tired of waiting and you were ready to blow Erik’s mind and seduce him into ravaging you the way you wanted him to. The way you needed him to. You were no delicate little flower, and you wanted him to know that.
You shimmy out of your shorts and panties, stepping out of the garments pooled around your feet and grabbing up the razor.
You click the guide in place, double checking to make sure its secure, and you step into the tub, lifting your foot up to prop it on the edge of the pretty white acrylic bath.
You make a quick few swipes on your phone to play one of your Spotify alternative rock playlists and turn on the razor, the music helping drown out the incessant buzzing.
You get down to work, opening your legs wide and spreading and pulling your lower lips taut to help you get the right angle. You hum along to the lyrics of Pierce The Veil’s ‘Hold On Till May’, letting the somber music dull your senses and help you to concentrate.
You were halfway done with one side when you hear the click of the door latch, Erik’s voice following close behind.
“Hey baby, have you seen the Epsom sal-”
You shriek in surprise, your hands flying up to your mouth, the razor falling from your grip and clattering against the bottom of the tub, sliding against the sides before settling in the middle.
Erik’s eyes go wide and his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes zeroed in at your half shaven mound, mouth stuck in a wide “O”.
Your hands fly down to your lady parts to cover yourself, your ears hot and burning.
“Don’t you knock anymore?! Get the hell out!” you scream at him, your voice wavering. You swear you could cry right now. Why God? Why did you have to be so cruel?
Erik doesn’t budge, and for what feels like hours you both just stand there, looking at each other, with nothing but the sound of soft rock and the continuous rattle of the razor still dancing against the tub floor.
Erik finally comes to his senses and he blinks his eyes a couple times, turning away to give you some privacy, still saying nothing.
You grab the shower curtain and close it, turning to bend down and grab the razor, finally turning it off.
“What the fuck bruh? Why it take you so fucking long to turn around?” you yell at him, and the aggressiveness in your voice helps to mask the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes that were making you sound a little choked up.
You don’t mean to be talking at him like he was just anybody, but you were angry and embarrassed, again, and you felt humiliated.
You grab a wash cloth from of the shower rack and turn on the tub faucet, rinsing it and your body clean of the pubic hair that peppered it.
Erik was still in the corner facing the wall silently, and you could see him fidgeting nervously with something in from of him.
You finish up and pull down one of the towels hung over the rail, wrapping it around your bottom half.
Opening the shower curtain you step back out, digging your toes into the rug and wiping them off. Erik finally turns around to look at you, his mouth back in working condition.
“I’m sorry Y/N - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t cut yourself, did you? I - I was just tryna…”
“It’s alright, Erik,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes. Your irritation had subsided a bit after your mini shower, and you felt a lot better now that you were covered up a little.
You reach down to collect your shorts and underwear, ready to put them back on again when Erik stops you, pushing your hands away with one of his own.
It’s then that you realize now that his hand was no longer in front of his waist that he had a massive hard on, one that he was failing to cover up with the remaining hand.
“Are… are you hard right now?” you ask him, your mind completely blown.
You were not expecting that. At all.
“I um…” he chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head, staring at the floor.
“I didn’t meant to, you just…” his eyes trails up to fixate on the skin of your exposed calves, lingering there for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.
He clears his throat, trying again.
“You just looked so fucking good…” he whispers out the last few words “… and I wasn’t expecting it,” his voice gets a little louder again, “ and then you got mad and you started yelling, and then it really started to just…” he gestured to his third appendage between his legs, voice trailing off in bashfulness.
You can see his dimples start to show as he smiles a little in embarrassment, eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He takes a deep breath, blowing it out before finishing his little confession. “You’re just so goddamn sexy to me.” His gaze slowly moves from your feet all the way up to your face, admiring your frame, and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.
You stand there with the towel wrapped around your waist, head tilted as you study Erik in disbelief. He must’ve really been feeling the effects of this week just as much as you were if this was his response to walking in on you shaving your cat.
Once again, Erik Stevens had managed to turn what you thought was a mortifying experience into something so… normal. And, in this case: sexy.
You decide not to waste any time and use this moment to your advantage. You were still horny, after all.
Biting the inside of your cheek, your mouth turns up into an adorable little mischievous smile, one that Erik can always spot from a mile away.
“You think I’m sexy, Stevens?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.
He bites his lip, taking a lazy step in your direction as he looks down at the floor, shrugging.
“Yeah, you cute or whateva I guess,” he says nonchalantly, and you laugh, punching him in the shoulder and making him chuckle.
“Nah, you think I’m gorgeous, you want to hug me,” you start dancing around him in a circle in a silly manner, quoting Gracie Hart from Miss Congeniality. “You want to love me, you want to smooch me,” you keep on singing, and Erik’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your cute ass childish antics, grabbing your waist from behind and pulling you into him.
He puts his head on your shoulder, smushing sloppy kisses into your cheek as he rocks your bodies back and forth, groaning into your skin.
“Mm… I wanna do allll of that,” he mutters, pulling at the knot in the towel, “and so much more…”
You’re focused on his lips nibbling away at your skin, but when the cold air hits your lower portion you yelp, grabbing at the towel and wrapping yourself back up tightly.
“Wait! Right now?” you remember the semi mullet situation you had going on down south due to being so rudely interrupted, and your eyes go wide. “Like, right now right now?!” No way were you letting him see that. Well, not again, at least.
“Girl, don’t act like you ain’t been tryna drop hints at me since Thursday. I be seeing them short ass skirts and shit you be wearing when we go out, showing off them sexy ass legs in them fishnets. Lucky I don’t spank that ass for showing off like that,” he bites at your neck.
You laugh flippantly at his threat, pushing him off you.
“Boy, bye. If I wanna prance around in short ass skirts in public then I’mma prance around in short ass skirts in public and ain’t shit you can do about it. Try again.”
You shut him down quick. You’d be damned if this nigga was gonna try to interfere with your dress game, especially after you’d finally been able to find the perfect skater skirts and dresses that actually covered your ass and looked flattering. Plus, summer just started, and you were not about to go back to wearing jeans and sweatpants in this heat.
He takes note of your response, storing it in the back of his mind for later. It might not be today, but he was going to teach you about showing that ass of yours, his ass, off to other people. He’d make sure it’d be a lesson you never forget.
“Uh-huh. Keep that same energy,” is the only comment he makes on the subject, and he walks over to the toilet seat, flipping the top down and sitting on it, patiently waiting.
“Soo, wassup? Why you so shy all of a sudden, little Miss Vixen,” he bites his tongue at that, grinning snidely at you.
“By the way, ya Fenty Lingerie came in the mail yesterday. Very sexy, I might add,” he winks at you, and your jaw drops.
Dammit! That was supposed to be a surprise! It was impossible trying to hide things from this nigga, even in your own goddamn apartment.
You point a finger at him, eyes narrowed. “You gon learn to stop going through my shit, dammit.”
He points a finger right back, eyeing you with warning. “And you gon learn to watch that tone when you speaking to me, Y/N. Not my fault you be leaving your laptop open on the couch.”
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and propping yourself on the wall by the door.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you done now? Can you leave?” You were about done with his witty little comments right about now.
You’d been busted in on, had your surprise ruined, and now you were being scolded like a child.
This was not part of the sexy seduction night you had in mind, and at this point you were ready to just finish shaving, take a long, hot shower and snuggle up in your bed with your favorite onesie on. (You may or may not have also planned to lay all up under Erik as well, but you’d get to that later.)
You turn the knob and open up the door, gesturing with a head nod to help drive the point home. He sighs, getting up and stretching him arms high above his head, groaning loudly and making an exaggerated show out of it.
You smack your gums, rolling your eyes at his extra ass, but when they come back around they land on the small bit of exposed skin right below his navel that you can see peeking out. Your eyes linger on the little round scars decorating the pretty brown skin of his happy trail, and you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about what lies beneath the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips.
“See something you like, princess?” You’re ripped from your thoughts, and you clear your throat as you make eye contact with him, seeing that smile up on his lips. You can only imagine the thirsty ass look you just had on your face, and you internally groan.
“Im ready to see the walls of my shower, Erik. Now bye.”
He slowly makes his way on over to the door, accepting his dismissal. Right as he reaches it, instead of walking out, he closes it.
“Yo what the f-“ he covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, pressing you back against the wall, and he leans down, his face close to yours.
“You been talkin to me real fucking reckless ever since I stepped foot in this bathroom, lil girl. All that sexual frustration got you feelin real bold, huh?”
You can hear your hard breaths against his hand, and they grow rapid as he leans closer, putting his face centimeters from yours. You nod your head vigorously in answer, not wanting to chance it.
“Mhm. That’s what I fucking thought. It’s alright tho babygirl, cuz Daddy gon take care of you real quick. Lift up your arms.”
You do as he says, holding both your arms up above your head and flat against the wall. He removes his palm against your mouth and reaches up to grab both your wrists in a tight firm grip, locking you in place.
He looks down between the two of you to the towel still covering you, and he takes his other hand and hooks a finger into it, tugging it loose.
It’s then that you notice that he also has the razor in his hand, and your eyes glance over to the spot where you left it on the counter, only to see it bare.
The towel falls at your feet, and now you’re naked from the waist down, Erik’s eyes drinking everything in.
He hikes one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.
“Keep it there.”
Taking the razor, he starts grazing the teeth of the guide against the inside of your thigh, careful not to press down too hard. The sensation is rough and scratch-like, but it sparks something in your center, and you start to squirm a little at the tickling feeling.
He makes long soft scraping motions, starting at the junction at your pelvis and dragging the razor down the length of your thigh. Your back arches and your thigh shakes a little bit, almost faltering.
You gasp at the slip up, looking up at Erik only to find his eyes already peering into yours.
“Every time it falls, you get another one.” Is all he says.
“What?” The razor clicks on, and your head immediately snaps down to the buzzing device. He flips it around in his palm, the razored edge facing him and the rounded tip of the other end pointing towards you.
He puts it to your navel and your belly jumps at the sensation, and he starts to rub it up and down, teasing your sensitive skin with the vibration. He travels his way down to your mound, letting it run over your already dampened lips and cover the black plastic in your slick.
Its right below your clit and you can feel the buzzing ghosting over you, and you try to grind your hips up at an angle to catch it.
Click. He turns it off and you whimper, the sound sounding sad and pathetic in your ears.
“Stay still. I’m not saying it again.” He eyes you for a few seconds, waiting for you to put up a fight, and when you don’t he turns the razor back on and places it back on your lips, this time right above your clit.
You can feel the vibrations through your lips, and you let out a shuddering moan, watching in awe at Erik’s movements. He draws the end of the razor up and down, making small circles to tease you. Your legs want desperately to jerk and shake, but you hold it together, tensing the muscles in your abdomen to try and keep yourself still.
He finally parts your lips with his fingers and lets the rounded end make contact with your clit, and you groan, the guttural sound getting caught in your throat.
It felt amazing. It wasn’t exactly the same as the toys you had in the back of your closet, but there was something so risky and exciting about it all.
Not only was he finally touching you again, he was borderline fucking you with the back of an electric razor. The man was a Certified Freak ™, and it only made you grow more wet thinking about all the risqué scenarios you were no doubt going to find yourself in with him in the future.
The sensitivity on your clit was reaching its peak and you turn your head to the side and scream into your arm, teeth clamping down on your skin to try and keep quiet.
Erik bends down and bites your exposed neck, sucking harsh bruises underneath your jaw.
“You wanted some attention and now I’m giving it to you, what’s the problem baby girl?” He whispers into your ear, grazing the shell of it with his teeth that sends a shiver down your back before attacking your neck again.
He grinds the end of the razor harder into the hood of your clit, and your head falls back, a single tear trailing down your face. You were so ready to explode all over the place, but you didn’t trust your legs not to give out once you did.
“Daddyyyyy,” you whimper in between hisses of breath, “I can’t- fuck- I’m gonna fuckin cum fuckkk,” you drag a ragged breath into your lungs, and Erik licks the tear from your cheek, kissing you there.
You gasp for air, trying again. “Imna fall… c-can’t hold my legs, Daddy, pleaseee.” You turn your head to face him and he comes up for air from your neck, and you can already feel the soreness of the no doubt dark purple spot he’s left behind.
“You gonna cum?” He presses his face into yours, his lips smothering yours in a sloppy wet kiss. “Huh?”
“Yesyesyes,” you mutter back, pecking small forgiving kisses wherever you could. Another rush of pleasure takes over you, and you can only stand there and wail as you try and keep a grasp on the remainder of your self control.
He lets go of his hold on your arms above your head and they fall to your sides, feeling like dead weight. He grabs your jaw hard and speaks into your mouth.
“You done talking to me crazy then? And wearing short ass shit out the house like you fuckin grown? Huh?”
“Yes Daddy shittt, I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Even in your barely lucid state you had absolutely no intention of actually following through with that last part, but you’d deal with the consequences later. Right now you needed this nut, or you were sure you’d break down and cry.
“Come on and cum then. Cum for Daddy Y/N.” He drops your face and holds up the legs you’d miraculously kept from slipping, and you grab on to his t-shirt with your fingers, burying your face into his chest as you let your orgasm take over you.
You entire body shakes from the force of it, and Erik keeps you pressed back against the wall to prevent you from pushing too hard and making him cut himself on the whirring blades.
You stay stuck against the wall for about three minutes, your muscles aching as your pussy empties itself of all your liquids, dripping down both your and Erik’s legs.
While you can still hear the buzzing noise you can’t feel it anymore, your clit numb from being worked so hard. He clicks it off, reaching behind him and letting it slide down into the sink.
He cleans his fingers of your juices, making nasty smacking noises as he enjoys your flavor. When he finishes, he grabs up your other leg, pulling your lifeless body from the wall and carrying you out of the bathroom to lay down with you on the bed.
He lets himself fall back gently onto the mattress, rubbing circles into your back as you curl up on top of him, nuzzling your nose into his chest and breathing in his cologne - a favorite of yours- that he always wore for you.
Both of you lie there for a few moments in silence, letting each other soak in the eroticism of what just happened.
He peeks down at you, seeing nothing but frizzy rogue curls and the rise and fall of your back from your labored breathing.
He lets his head rest back and looks up at the ceiling, smiling to himself like a total idiot.
God. You had him wrapped right around your little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, he didn’t want to do anything about it. He was yours. Utterly and entirely, and there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here, with you.
“Your little ass got me sprung, you know that?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, and you stir underneath him as his hand still rubs your back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl.”
A few seconds go by with no response, and he looks back down at you to see if you heard him.
“Y/N-” “KKCCCCAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH” your chainsaw like snore rips right through his sentence, and it’s so loud and sudden he almost bursts into laughter, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it together.
Yeah. He was yours. All yours.
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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Softboi! Erik if you squint, Daddy!Kink
