Eat Your Dinner
Requested by @ljstraightnochaser!!
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]
A/N: Lmaooooo ummmm I???? Don’t know what this is????? Like the warnings are at the bottom but like i don’t even know if this is a thing and if it is whats its called I literally just had a thought and this is the result anyway hi again you guys I got yelled at last time i posted so @l-auteuse heres your tag ma’am!! I literally have no explanation for this story but i hope yall enjoy it!!! Imma go 🙈 in shame now bye.
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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The carpet was nice.
Almost a little too nice, though, you thought as you eye the delicate fabric on the floor. It was a beautiful velvet red faux fur rug that laid underneath the glass dinner table, which gave a nice contrast against the dark hardwood flooring.
Erik was so extra for that. You never thought you could meet a man who would be too bougie for even your taste, but here he was. Acting high siddity.
You snort at your own mental commentary, rolling your eyes at Erik’s home decor. It catches the attention of the man in question, whose eyes glance away from the iPad he was holding to regard you.
“Something funny?”
Your face immediately drops from the small smirk it was holding, and you shake your head from side to side.
“Good, thats what I thought. Now sit there and be quiet like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” He brings the iPad back in front of his face, swiping the stylus across the screen as he starts typing again.
You whimper a little, lips quivering and poking out more than they already were. This was the first time in the last 20 minutes he’d acknowledged your presence, but he was still being so cold and mean.
You didn’t want to lose his attention now that you’d gotten it back, so you desperately scoot forward a little closer, trying to make eye contact again.
You even add a little shine to your eyes, looking up at him as innocently as you could.
Eyes flicking from the screen, he narrows them at you testingly, and you can feel your metaphorical tail tuck between your legs as you shrink back, gulping and looking back down at the carpet.
Erik shifts himself in his seat, biting his lip with a muffled groan. You didn’t know it, but you had the cutest little pout of disappointment and frustration on your face that made him want to fuck the shit out of it.
He loved telling you no just so he could see that adorable look on your face, right before caving in and giving you whatever you wanted. His Precious Pouty Princess.
“Look at me babygirl.”
You eyes quickly spring back up to him, wide and hopeful.
“You want my attention?”
“Mmm-hm!” You hum, nodding your head eagerly. Erik bites his lip, your wanton desperation making him hard.
“Alright, tell you what babygirl. You eat all your dinner like a good girl, and Daddy will let you have dessert. How does that sound?”
You nod your head again, wiggling around excitedly.
Pushing himself away from the table, he leans back in his chair, arching a brow at you with a grin.
“Well? Start eating.”
Taking a deep inhale through your nose, you move your head back, slowly letting Erik’s thick fat dick slide out of your throat. You try to swallow some of the streams of saliva that trail from your lips as you fully release him, but you can’t, and they split, dripping down both his shaft and your chin.
Finally able to fill your lungs with breath, you clear your throat, flexing your jaw and feeling around the inside of your mouth with your tongue.
This was the longest you’d throat trained for him, having been on punishment since you got home for your bad behavior earlier. Usually it was only 10 or 15 minutes you’d spend on your knees keeping his cock warm in your mouth, but this time it was a whole 45 minutes.
20 minutes for your brattiness, and an extra 5 for every time you talked back on the car ride home.
You don’t know when it happened, but you do know at some point in your punishment you’d lost your voice.
It was pretty safe to say you’d learned your lesson.
Pulling your lips into your mouth with a with a swift lick, you reach forward to pick up his heavy dick, smoothly working your hand up towards the tip. You flick your wrist gently, careful not to tug too hard at his already soggy foreskin.
Returning your mouth to him, you poke out your tongue and flick at the base of his dick, stiffening it as you draw all the way to the top. Encompassing the tip between your lips, you generously suck and slurp at his cock, savoring the taste of the salty precum leaking from his slit.
You swallow it hungrily, twisting your hand and milking him as you spend a few more seconds there bobbing up and down.
Erik’s head falls back, the pupils of his eyes pointed somewhere in the back of his skull as he lets out a throaty groan.
The sound tickles at the nerves of your bud, and you squeeze your legs together to try and keep your own excitement at bay.
Like a vacuum seal, you hollow out your cheeks as you come back up, sucking at him tightly before freeing him from your mouth with a wet slurp.
You look at his tip, seeing it so swollen and red with arousal. It almost looked was if it were crying, silky precum once again leaking out and down the length of his shaft and over your gripping fingers.
Leaning forward, you swipe your tongue over your thumb, cleaning it of the mess. You peek up at Erik and see him staring down at you with a fierce intensity, desire written all over his face.
Biting your lip, you bring his dick to your lips, poking them out to place a soft kiss to his frenulum. You keep eye contact as you bend down, sticking out your tongue to lap against the underside of his balls as you swallow them into your mouth.
Erik’s eyelids flutter at the feeling, and he can’t help but to close his eyes and let his head fall back again when you start to suck and massage his sac in your mouth.
“Fuckkkk meeee.” He moans, whimpering as you let them fall out of your mouth to make circles with your tongue at the skin of his taint before gobbling them back up.
Unbeknownst to him, all that time you’d spent on your knees with him in your mouth gave you the opportunity to get very creative with your plans of apologizing. And since you weren’t able to use your voice, you had to make use of your mouth in other ways.
“Shiiiiit,” He hisses and grips your head as you return your attention to his chocolate bar, pumping and twisting your hand around him vigorously as you chase it with your mouth, salivating around him greedily.
You reach with your other hand to push his shirt up and massage his stomach, loving the feeling of his keloids running across your palm as you rub his abs.
The sloppy degrading noises coming from your mouth wrapping around him made his muscles tense, and he clutches his hand in your hair tighter, making you moan out in delicious pain.
“It’s almost time for dessert babygirl. You ready?” He can barely say the words in between his own groans, his wide eyes looking down at yours to let you know he’s about to burst.
You give an enthusiastic nod one more time, humming and whimpering sweetly for your treat.
He pulls you off of him all of a sudden, giving you three seconds to gather your breath before shoving you back down, holding your head in place as he fucks up into your mouth rough and quick.
Your hands struggle to hold onto his thighs for leverage as he uses your mouth like a toy, praising you the entire time.
“Fuck, look at you princess.”
“You look so good with my dick down your throat, you know that?”
“Daddy gonna give you a reward. You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you baby.”
“You gonna swallow all this cum like a good little girl? Huh?”
With four more harsh pumps, he was balls deep down your throat, and you feel the first splash of cum hit the back of your throat.
Immediately swallowing, you nudge your head forward, burying your face into his crotch to get every single inch of him in your mouth.
He continues to shoot spurts of his load into you, and you focus on breathing through your nose, relaxing and opening up your throat as you let all his nut slide down it.
When you finally feel the need to swallow, you slowly come off of him inch by inch, guzzling down every drop of his seed and making sure not to let any of it go to waste.
You were so into finishing your mission you didn’t even realize Erik was whining and twitching, the stimulation of your tongue cleaning up and down his pole getting to be too much for him.
Needing to take back some control, he grips your throat, shoving your dangerous mouth away from him, and he bends down, putting his face in yours.
“Open.”
You smile, opening your mouth wide to show him your clean pink mouth, not a drop of white to found anywhere. You even lift your tongue up to show him the underside.
He smirks at your cockiness, reaching down to pick you up and plop you into his lap, his mouth immediately attaching to yours.
He kisses you deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue in both gratitude and eroticism. That mouth of yours was the best and worst thing about you, and he loved them both equally.
Finally pulling away from the heated make out session, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavy as he lets a lazy smile engulf his lips.
“You did a great job with your food, babygirl, I’m so proud of you. Now let Daddy put his princess to bed.”
With one arm around your back, he lifts you up in his lap, angling himself before slowly letting you descend onto his soaked meaty member, the sound of your choked moan echoing through the house.
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Warnings: Smut, Cock Warming, Throat Training?? is that a thing? Daddy!Kink