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goddessofthundathighs · 3 years

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*Taps mic* Is this thing on? Okay, I know it's been AGES since I blessed your dashboards with new content, but listen... Shit happens, okay? This is my submission to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes Smut Challenge. And in the words of the great Erykah Badu, keep in mind that I'm an artist, & I'm sensitive about my shit. Enjoy!

“The story you 'bout to hear is complete fiction

It is however made up of a group of stories

True stories about real people

Thus creating real characters going through real things

Thus making the story itself real, true, and a real story, a true story

Is non-fiction…”

Non-Fiction x Ne-Yo

“Wait a damn minute! He did what?!” Alexandria screeched, nearly choking on the smoke of the freshly pearled blunt she’d rolled. Her eyes were wide with excitement and mild disbelief at what I had just told her.

“You heard me, bitch,” I replied, sipping my glass of wine. This was girl’s weekend and what better way to kick it off than spilling the details of the day’s freaky deeky adventure.

“How the fuck did that even happen?” Kenya inquired, crossing the threshold to the kitchen. I smirked, biting my lip at the memory of what had happened only a few hours prior.

“Chill out,” I giggled. “I’ll start from the beginning…”

The day started like any other. After my morning meditation and journal session, I grabbed my phone, smiling wide at a particularly generous tip on my latest CamSoda release. Public masturbation was the theme this week and everyone seemed to love the clip of me in the back of the music hall, including my music professor.

“Thank you, Dr. Turner,” I said aloud as I ventured to my bathroom to begin my skincare routine. Once my face and body were squeaky clean, I slid over to my perfume wall to pick the day’s scent.

“Champagne Toast or Sunrise Woods?” I mused before settling on the Sunrise Woods. I’d picked it up during my latest mall adventure. Upon smelling it, I fell in love with the way the sandalwood and cashmere notes complimented my mocha skin as well as the way it layered with my cocoa vanilla shea butter. For it to be a Bath & Body Work scent, the combination was very grown and sexy. I then slid over to my closet to pick the day’s outfit. I was working from the office today so I needed something that was sexy, but still professional. I decided on a white mid-length blouse with a black pencil skirt and sheer black thigh highs with my favorite pair of So Kates.

The commute to work was surprisingly short, given the amount of traffic on the freeway. I parked in my usual spot and made my way to our shared office suite.

“Good morning, Ms. Baptiste. You look stunning as usual.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stevens,” I replied in the sweetest voice. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll have your schedule ready.”

“Take your time,” he replied, his voice laced with mild seduction. “I have something to handle before I get my morning started.”

“That sounds nasty, but I’m gonna let you have it,” I said with a chuckle. “Did you still want me to organize your email inbox?”

“Would you please? Every time I try, I get overwhelmed and frustrated and shut down the whole damn system,” he admits.

“No problem, I can get started on that right now. Would you mind bringing me a coffee since it looks like you were headed down to Starbucks?”

“Sure, caramel macchiato, right?”

“Look at my boss, remembering what I like! You get brownie points for that, Mr. Stevens.”

He huffed a laugh before turning on his heels to leave the suite. After compiling his schedule and sitting it on his desk, I began the gruesome task of organizing his emails. I compiled everything into folders based on importance and was about to click off before another tab caught my attention.

“What is this?” I ask aloud, clicking the folder. My eyes grew to the size of saucers when I saw the contents.

“So you are a freak.”

I lift my eyes slowly to meet his gaze. How he managed to get to Starbucks and back so fast is beyond me, but here he was standing in front of my desk.

“Did you like what you saw in the video, Ms. Baptiste?” he asked, seeming to stare directly into my soul.

I nodded as he began stripping out of his suit jacket and tie.

“Good, because I wanna see if you can do better.”

He casually strolls to my side of the desk, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Each ab was perfectly sculpted and riddled with intricately placed crocodile scars. When he was within arm's length, I reached out to touch, rubbing my hands along each scar. The sensation was electrifying. He grabbed my hand, sliding it down to the growing bulge in his pants, licking his lips when he noticed my mouth watering.

“Wanna taste?”

“Yes Daddy,” I moan.

“Good girl. Pull him out.”

I wasted no time undoing his belt, taking his dick as far back as my throat would allow. The moan I got in return sent the blood rushing to the apex of my thighs. He was bigger than I was used to, but that didn’t faze me as I continued to lick and slurp.

“So how do you wanna do this, baby girl? You wanna be cute and suck this dick like a lady, or can I fuck that face like the slut I know you are.”

I pulled off with a pop, lifting my head to meet his gaze.

“First of all, I’m a Princess and you will address me as such. Second of all, I’ll take the face fucking for $500 Alex.”

He grins slyly before his hand fisted my hair, using that as leverage to fuck my face at a ferocious pace. Spit dripped down my chin and onto my shirt as he pushed past my gag reflex. I groan, sliding my hand between my legs to ease the pressure building at my core.

“Who told you to touch my pussy?” he growls softly.

“N-Nobody, Daddy,” I whine, stroking his balls with my free hand.

“But you're doing it anyway. Disobedient little girl,” he chuckled darkly. “So how are you gonna make it up to me?”

Before I could answer, a shrill voice caught my attention.

“Lyric!”

My head whipped around at the sound of my name. I didn’t even realize that I had disassociated until I saw Ariana standing in front of me with her hands on her exceptionally wide hips.

“Huh?” I answered after realizing where I was.

“I asked of Mr. Stevens was back in his office. He and I have some things to discuss regarding my internship.”

“Oh yeah, he’s in there. Give me a second and I’ll let him know you’re here.”

She nodded as I walked to the adjacent door.

“Mr. Stevens, Ariana is here to see you. Umm, quick question.. Did you ever bring me my coffee?”

He blinked, before flashing an innocent smile. “You got your coffee three hours ago, Ms. Baptiste. It’s about time for your lunch break isn’t it?”

I checked the time and sure enough, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Had I really been watching his homemade porn for 3 hours?

What the hell? I thought to myself, trying to wrap my mind around what the fuck was happening and whether or not I was losing my damn mind. He seemed to notice my struggle as he leaned forward on his elbows.

“You aight?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded quickly, smoothing my hands down my skirt. “Yes I’m fine, I opened the window to let in a little fresh air and it must've gotten too hot in my office. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“See you then, Lyric. You can send Ms. Banks in.”

There’s something so hot about doing something spicy where you really shouldn’t be doing it. After finishing my lunch, I made my way down to the employee parking lot. I pulled up the CamSoda app, opting to go live instead of filming a regular video.

“Who wants to see their goddess masturbating on her lunch break?” I asked seductively, pulling my rose toy from my bag. Once the video had a substantial amount of views, I began the show.

“Oooh fuck,” I moaned as the vibrator sucked my clit with precision. With one leg propped on my console and the other on my dashboard, I went to town on myself, occasionally looking around to make sure no one important could see. I imagined that the toy was Erik’s tongue, licking and sucking until there was nothing left. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I remembered one of the videos in the hidden folder. He had one of the other interns bent over his desk while he stroked her pussy with a vengeance.

“Oh shit, I’m about to cum,” I moaned, burying my face in my hair as my orgasm began to build. I squirmed and bucked against the seat and was just about to squirt when I heard a knock on my window. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Stevens staring back at me with a stern look on his face.

“Aww fuck,” I said readjusting my clothes. “Gotta cut this one short, babies. Love you guys!” I blew a kiss at the screen before ending the steam. I tucked the toy back into my bag and stepped out of the car, looking down at the pavement sheepishly.

“My office, 5 minutes,” was all he said before walking away.

“Mr. Stevens!” I called after him but he just kept walking. “Man damn!” I cursed loudly as I followed him. When I made it to our shared suite, I noticed that his office door was closed. I sat my purse on my desk before knocking softly.

“Mr. Stevens?”

“Come in, Lyric.”

I stepped into his office and before I could think, the words began flowing like diarrhea.

“Mr. Stevens, I’m so sorry. Please don’t fire me. It was a stupid mistake and I promise it’ll never happen again.”

He looks up from the legal pad that he had been writing on, twirling a pen between his hands.

“Ms. Baptiste I’ve only said two words to you. Calm down.”

I nodded, sitting down in the chair across from his desk to collect myself. I stared at the floor awaiting my punishment.

“Look at me.” His tone was soft, but his voice was stern. I bit my lip before lifting my head to meet his gaze.

“We’re both grown, Ms. Baptiste. So be honest with me, that’s not the first time you’ve done something like that, is it?”

I sighed softly. “No.”

“How many times have you done it before?”

“Four.”

“So you’ve recorded yourself masturbating on my time in my parking lot four times, correct?” he repeats, almost tauntingly.

“Yes, Mr. Stevens. But--” he puts a hand up to stop me from continuing.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself, Ms. Baptiste?”

My mind went blank as I stared back at him. He simply chuckled before continuing.

“You know,” he said, scooting back from the desk. “If you’re gonna show the internet how wet your pussy gets from thinking about me, at least invite me so I can show them how messy she can really get.”

I’m sorry, what?

“O-Oh... I .. Umm,” I stuttered, watching him.

“C’mere,” he instructs. I comply, moving to sit on top of his desk.

“Thinking about me fucking you the way I fuck the girls in those videos gets you wet, huh?” He asked, sliding his hands up my thighs as he placed his body between my legs. My words were dead in my throat so I could only nod, but he understood.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said, stroking my still throbbing pussy through my panties.

“I want it bad,” I replied in a needy tone. In a flash, my panties were pulled to the side and he was stroking me like a prisoner fresh out of a 20-year stint. My moans were loud and uncontrollable, but that didn’t stop him.

“You never answered my question, Lyric,” he teased, licking the shell of my ear. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Yeeesss,” I moaned, digging my nails in his thigh as he plunged deeper.

“You've been dreaming of the day I fucked you, huh? You've been wanting this dick bad, haven’t you?”

Why do men feel the need to ask questions when they’re tap-dancing on your g-spot? As if the answers they’re going to receive will be coherent or make sense. My pussy answered for me, sending a wave of juices down both of our thighs.

“Gushy ass, fat ass pussy,” he growled, sliding his hand up my body to grip my throat.

“Oh shit!” I screamed as I squirted, successfully wetting his entire lower half.

“Oh she’s a Super Soaker,” he laughed. “Do it again.”

He pulls out, slapping his dick on my clit, before diving back in.

“Eriiiiik!”

“Yeah, gimme that shit, Princess,” he encouraged, sending over the edge once more. Once his thrusts became erratic, I knew he was close.

“Where you want it, ma?”

I slid down off the desk and onto my knees, opening my mouth wide. He granted my wishes, releasing his thick load down my throat.

“Good fucking girl,” he moaned, smoothing his hand down the back of my head. I drank his unborns happily, before standing up to fix my skirt. He grabbed my chin, kissing me sloppily before pulling away.

“See you Monday, Ms. Baptiste.”

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lovemecharlie · 3 years

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Sleeping In

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes a tale for the prompt. ♡

Charlie hadn't slept in in ages. Rolling around in her big comfy bed, admiring the view from her floor to ceiling windows, it was priceless.. Until she heard her husband in the doorway. "Good morning."

Burying her head under the comforter, she felt him join her under the comforter, his heat mingling with hers.

"Nooo, go bother Henny," she begged hoping to enjoy the quiet calm a bit longer. "No seriously. Go bother her please."

"She kicked me out," he admitted kissing her shoulder blade. She rolled her eyes against the pillow.

"What did you do N'Jadaka.."

"Nun, I simply..," he couldn't even lie, he was sounding too goofy, trying not to laugh between every sentence. He'd done something. "I.. I smoked up all her orders that were supposed to go out this weeeek," he wheezed with laughter causing Charlie to cringe at the rush of air on her neck.

"How does one person even smoke up all that weed, Erik," Charlie yelled watching him lag, his eyes glazed. She started to panic. He'd never been this high. "What is wrong with you!"

"Nun bae, I feel goood," he grinned eyes in permanent slits. Charlie thought of calling their personal physician but if Henny wasn't worried..

"You really set her back, you know how anal she is about getting shipments out on time, you messing with her rep."

He went into a coughing fit then and Charlie turned away rolling her eyes deeper. He pulled her back forgetting his own strength.

"Where you going.. Cha I gotta queestionn."

"Move bruh," his arm was squeezing her stomach and she was tryna go to Henny's room so she too could have space. His weed breath was in her ear, whispering hard like a Ying Yang Twin or a two-year old.

"Bae," the air exploded on her ear making her eyes wide in physical shock. She tried to tuck into her shoulder.

"Your breath smell weird, stop!"

"That's that loud," he hummed. "Cha.. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

What a dumb question. He deserved a dumb answer.

"No, I think about Trevante especially in those flashbacks? Whew. Kidding, I'm kidding," she yelled as he laid over her, pinning her to the bed.

"I'll kill the muthafukka," he mouthed wild eyed like a black momma in a store telling her to put something back. She had to take it back.

"I said I'm kidding! Erik, damn. You asking stupid questions what do you expect?"

"..Ask what the fuck I wanna ask," he mumbled into her neck getting pushback. She was very ticklish there and he knew that. "Let me slide it in."

"Ok but moove," she cringed with no control over it.

"You move."He flipped her like a pancake so that she laid face planted back in her pillow. His heavy hand landed with a clap on her bare ass. "MOVE." Instantly her ass lifted. She positioned her hands against her headboard as he slid in slowly and she pushed her ass back into him. Building her rhythm and pace she pushed back letting the momentum rock her as her kegels did involuntary work. He fell over her back, breathing heavily.

"N'JADAKA… NO YOU DID NOT…"

"..Sorry bae," he chuckled tickled and catching his breath. "I don't know what happened, it just came out." He was lost for words and Charlie was pissed.

"You.. I can't with you," she groaned getting up to find her robe. "I'm going to Henny room to get some rest like I could've been doing. Get it together."

"Cha," he chuckled but she'd left the room. "Cha," he repeated in the quiet, left alone. He sighed rolling off of the bed. "....Guess it's time to bother Kimora." Stumbling, he left the room heading in her direction, not remembering if she was there or not. It was the weed that made him forget. He'd saved a joint under his boxers in his drawer just to split with her, but if she wasn't there he'd go smoke it with Ryley.

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dashhoney25 · 2 years

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I just want to thank each & every one of you who wished me a happy birthday! I had a great day yesterday & I want to let you guys know that you’re the best! Y’all are so dope & the best for hyping me! Ya girl couldn’t ask for more! 😊 - More updates coming soon I promise! 💕

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 28 days

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Donnie gets requests too 😍 we can’t forgot about him!

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miyuhpapayuh · 3 years

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🍀 and 🥃

“Take this dick,”

Her hands are bound behind her back with one of his larger ones. Her moans bounce off the walls as his thick, veiny girth stretches her deliciously.

"Fuck!" Her nails scrape against his stomach as he continues to jack up her breathing with his lethal thrusts.

"Thought you could handle it, baby..." he taunts, tightening his grip on her wrists and speeding up.

Eyes permanently stuck in the back of her head, she tries desperately to find a sliver of breath to respond. Impossible.

"Unh!..." a mere grunt is all she can muster up, through the heavy pounding that she's receiving.

Her thighs quiver as another orgasm bubbles over inside of her. Her mouth opens, but not a sound breaks through.

"Mm... you wanna cum? You tightenin' up." Releasing her wrists, he hovers over her to grip her chin.

"Ye– yes Daddy— fuuuuck yes," she whines, digging her nails into his arm. Slowing down by the slightest, he digs in and out of her.

"Ah!.... ssss— I can't h-hold it!" Her entire body begins to tremble as she gets closer to erupting.

"Cum on this dick," his thick drawl sends her off a cliff and into the deep end with a single, strangled scream.

Never ceasing, he continues to rock in and out of her throbbing canal, grunting as she squeezes him for dear life.

"Talked all that shit, now look at you.... all bent ova' an' shit..." dipping his hips into hers, he chuckles as whimpers pass through her pouty lips.

Moving his hand down some, he grips her neck, halting her noises as he starts back up. Her broken cries resume as she digs into the sheets with her free hand.

"Baby!"

"You wanted me to throw that dick up in ya, right?" He taunts, quoting her request from earlier.

Placing both hands flat on the bed, she tries her best to crawl away from him. Hennessy and Lucky are never a good mix for her guts— but, she always asks for him to split her in half, anyway.

"Bring that ass back, baby." His voice drops an octave. Placing his free hand at the middle of her back, he pushes deeper into her.

"Ohhh shit!" She pants.

"That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yesss!"

"Take this shit, then!"

"Unh! You're s-so deep!" She reaches back to push at his thigh and gets her arm gripped back up.

"So hardheaded," slowing his pace doesn't stop him from puncturing her spot, "quit pushin' me away and take this fuckin' dick, babygirl."

"That's m— my spot!" Her arch falters as she hunches forward, pulling her head into her chest, whining softly.

"Right here?" A devious smirk graces his lips as he continues to press against it. Moans roll off her tongue nonstop.

"Fuck.... you drippin' everywhere," she clenches at his tone.

One last heavy thrust and he bottoms out inside of her, giving her a tiny orgasm and a slight break.

Pushing her damp curls away from her back, he grabs a handful and softly pulls her up on her knees. Placing his lips on her neck, she reacts by shuttering against him.

"Be a good girl for me, aight?"

"Okay." Her strained voice comes through meek.

Keeping her hair in his grip, he starts back up, resuming his assault on her weak spot. Her nails dig into the sheets as her mouth falls open.

"Ooh fuck!" Releasing her hair, his hand hangs loosely around her neck, pulling her back into his heated body. Her hands grip his arm as her stomach begins to tighten.

"This my shit?"

"Yes—" she gasps, tossing her head back, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Hold that shit, girl." He huskily grunts in her ear.

"I can't!— fuuuck!"

Slowing his pace, he grinds into her. "Yes you can."

"Fuuuckk.... just like that, baby." She bites down on her bottom lip.

"Just like this, huh?"

"Yessss!... feels so good,"

"Squeeze that pussy." She grips him, tightly, moaning as he throbs against her.

"Fuck," he growls, tightening his hand around her neck and speeding back up.

Pants and moans collide as they get closer to their breaking point.

"I'm gonna—"

"Fuuuckk!"

"I'm gonna cum!"

"You better cum on this dick."

"I— oh shit, daddy! Don't sto- don't...." her body writhes in his hold as her orgasm breaks through.

Scratching his arms, she crawls forward and grips the sheets as he continues pounding into her.

"Uh!.... ffffuck!" Stiffening up behind her, he busts inside of her with a deep growl.

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migosis · 3 years

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killmonger x reader HC: foot fetish

my very rushed first attempt at a head canon hopefully it don't get deleted 🙈

-when you and erik are sitting on the couch, he is most likely holding your feet as they lay in his lap

-his favorite type of feet pic to receive is when your toes are covered in bubbles in the bathtub

-you first picked up on his admiration for your feet when you asked him which shoe went best with your outfit and he insisted you wear a strappy heel in the dead of winter

"you get ya feet done? lemme see."

-he loves positioning you in reverse cowgirl so that he can pull your hair and see the way your toes curl when he's deep inside of you

-he looks up at you, eyes lusty, gold plated teeth biting into his bottom lip when he feels your foot creeping up his thigh from under the table at a fancy restaurant

"do i need to get the check?" he says

"no, you gotta feed me first babe."

"quit playin then."

"do you reeealy want me to stop? i mean, it doesn't feel like i should stop daddy." you continued to massage the stiff bulge in his jeans

-later that night, you took him laying on your back. his stokes were hitting you so deeply that you tried to pull away for some relief.

"where you going? hmm? daddy's right here, I got you."

-once you closed your legs and rested your feet on his chest, the pressure from his grip on your plush thighs turned the soft tissue of his nail beds white

your wetness squeezed him tight. "fuuuuck" he grunts

-he delivered slow stokes. filling you up and making your eyes roll back into your head. when you propped your legs on his shoulders he immediately turned his head, planting soft kisses landing your ankle and eventually the curved soles of your feet.

-you could tell by his ragged breathing that he was unraveling and when he finally did, you felt warm spirts land on your tummy.

-he looked down at you, your finger hanging from your lip innocently while your cotton candy pink painted toes teased the sensitive head of his dick.

"damn, i love you girl." he smirked. you giggled in his ear as he attacked your face with playful kisses.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Hips'N'Thighs

Kinktober is is full effect y'all! A month of smutty, spooky goodness coming right up. Shoutout to our lovely host, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes for putting her thing down so consistently.

Pairing: Odell Beckham Jr × Crinasia

Tags: Smut, Hypnosis, Sex Pollen?, 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT

A well known viral hypnotist had set up shop and was recording on campus and he'd gathered a lil crowd or whatever. Crinasia was always a skeptic, the type to ask the questions no one else wanted to ask. "I don't care bout ya lil sighin," her lip curled, eyes rolling at her best friend. He was like a happy ass kid who felt like street hypnosis was real and he was ret'ta be made a BooBoo the Fool of on the innanet. Crinasia was not convinced. "No cuz I'm 'sposed to believe these people ain't paid actors? Broke as we college students are? Get ya views, honey, but I don't buy it."

"Girl, you so damn anti. Hold my purse."

It was a lil satchel, but he tossed it at her as he approached the lying ass white boy who had his film crew and was asking for volunteers. 'Volunteers'.

"Odell is here," bestie announced giving his model face to the camera with his best angles. He was eating.

"Ah," her tongue stuck out in pride.

"So have you ever been hypnotized," The hypnotist asked, shoving a mic in his face.

"No," he smiled sweetly, "But my friend says you fakkke," he gritted on her, blinking his eyes back to the hypnotist. "I beliee you tho."

"Friend? Is she your girlfriend by chance," the hypnotist looked between the two.

Crinasia's face said 'tf you think?'

Odell took one look at Crinasia and, "HA," he bleated, "Baby if you can't tell," his wrist bent in demonstration to send the message as his tongue popped. "Ok?! I skipped gold, my star platinum, cut from the pooch no cooch," he held his abs in demonstration. He'd never touched a coochie in his damn life. The audience was on his side already and the hypnotist was eatin it up.

"Friend, don't explain yourself. This a whole YouTube show for views and clicks, ain't shit real."

"Can the friend step up," the mic moved to her face. "What's your name?"

"...Crinasia."

"Crinasia! If it's not real you have no reason not to try it, right? It's fake so there's no problem. Right? Stay right here," the hypnotist gestured gathering four more people. "I need all of you to look behind me at the line of trees, look at them and look far past them in your mind letting your body relax. Arms relaxed, head relaxed, shoulders relaxed, back relaxed, legs relaxed. Focus on feeling your limbs heavy and weighted. Heavy, relaxed. Heavy, relaxed. Sleep," he snapped. Instantly all six heads dropped including Crinasia's. The small crowd went stupid.

He went down the line feeding lies and fake lives. "You're in the middle of an orgasm that won't stop. Sleep... The man beside you is cheating on you with a woman in the crowd. Sleep... You forgot your name and why you're here. Sleep... You're childhood dog just died and you're depressed. Sleep..." When he reached Odell and Crinasia, "You're dating your best girl friend here. Sleep... You think I'm the best hypnotist ever. Sleep..." He winked to the crowd. "When I say wake my words will become you're reality. Wake," he snapped creating CHAOS.

"HUhn~.. hUhn~" The first girl almost moaned holding onto her pussy like it was finna run from her body. She had no fuckin shame hunchin over and cummin on herself over and over, nothin telling her to be embarrassed.

"You fuckin cheatin on me? You cheatin?!" The second girl pushed the nigga beside her, on the ground where she started to stomp his ass out with her boot until the hypnotist whispered in her ear to sleep. Whole time that nigga was looking scared and confused as fuckkk. He stayed his ass down.

The next guy in line was sniffing and wiping his eyes on his shirt like someone really died, his face screwed up with real tears.

Then there was Odell. He looked at Crinasia and smiled holding her face in his hand to kiss her, looking confused when she pulled back with her lip curled in disgust. "Fuck is yo problem?" He tried again. "Crinasia..Stop playin wit me."

"Uh uh!" She pushed him back a third time. "What the fuck?! What the hell you do to him?"

The hypnotist shrugged with a grin.

"Change him back, you got my bestie fucked up!"

"Baby, you so angry that shit turn me onnn," he growled in her ear, the sound deep like a wolf as he grabbed her hips. His voice was not that deep. She ain't like the places it was touchin. "Let go somewhere," he hinted giving her fuck me eyes. She mushed his face and the crowd continued to laugh at her and everyone else.

"Uh uh! OK, you win. You got it, you real. Now put him back!"

"Sleep."

Crinasia and the other four's heads all dropped again. "When I give the word you'll be back to normal. Back as you were, no trauma, no embarrassment, and feeling better than ever. You'll all think I am the best hypnotist ever. Wake."

The crowd cheered and Crinasia was a believer ready to go before somethin else popped off.

"Girl! That hoe was like.. Hnn~, Hoh yes deddyy," Crinasia copied bending over 'bout to throw it back.

"Ok but can we talk about ol'girl who almost stomped a nigga? I Stan, bitch."

"Can we talk about wtf happened to you?" Crinasia cackled as his eyes got wide.

"Bitch, I'm scaredt. Who tf was that?"

"Babyy, it was giving straight!" She laughed more. "The way I need the video LINK. It was lowkey sexy.. lowkey 👌🏾."

"Girl don't- I don't even knoow."

She got that link a few days later. They checked YouTube and the whole lil vid was there. She replayed the hip grab over and over and Odell was ret'ta go gay for his damn self watching.

Of course shit don't always go so smooth, there's always hiccups when dealing with the mind, it will take a new idea and run for the border. Unbeknownst to Crinasia, Odell's brain was skatin.

Fast forward through normalcy, what Crinasia ain't know was that Odell was still battling the outta pocket thoughts that had been implanted and accumulating in his mind. They both thought he snapped out of it. Only he knew the thoughts and feelings that remained toward his best friend.

So when they went to a party together, he was still for the niggas. That didn't change. He felt the same, he liked getting slutted out by a tall trade hood niggas and wasn't nothing on a woman that he wanted. Maybe titties. He looked down at Crinasia's in her push up bra, almost half out her halter. He'd seen her titties many times and she had some pretty ones. Lately he'd been paying more attention. He liked to grab and play with them, watching as she changed. That wasn't weird to him, in his mind all men liked titties gay or straight, just like all men liked ass. Crinasia had a fat ass. He told her many times, slapping it, she knew. In the party especially, her ass looked good in that jumpsuit. He had to grab it. He had to!

He danced and found a sexy ass nigga from the football team who he suspected was on the DL 'cuz he kept lookin. He was determined to pull him, talking football to draw him into taking his number. Maybe he'd call him to "hang out" and they could pretend he ain't know he was really coming over to get his dick slurped on so he could still feel straight.

The nigga poured Odell liquor that the wrong thoughts and feelings. The more he drank, the better he felt but he also had a hard dick and a desire to fuck this nigga.. not only this nigga, but Crinasia. He gasped and set his cup down walking away to clear his mind. He never thought like that before being hypnotized. He'd already messaged the hypnotist days ago for help to fix him and make him fully gay again, but the bitch ain't answer yet. It was left to him to manage his erections and thoughts himself.

The best course of action was to just go ahead and tell Crinasia, plus he was loose and feeling sexy with a hard ass dick.

"Fuck it," he approached his bestie snatching her up and pulling her to the side. She was still dancing with her red cup in hand until he kissed her on the lips, she stopped stunned. "Best friend I'm drunk and feeling sexy. I'm tryna experiment. What you think?"

"Boy bye, I thought you were gay."

"So did I. I think I still am I just wanna sample the pussy."

"You sure," she asked just as tipsy. "You gone lose yo stars."

"Girl," he sighed, "Honestly I don't know, but I wanna see what it's hitting on I never had the meow."

"Shit, I have, ah," her tongue stuck out. They found a lil closet to dip into with Odell giving Crinasia lil cat licks like he was scared until she grabbed him by the head. Usually he'd have some bleached curls but he'd recently gotten a haircut.. after the hypnotizing. Slowly Odell started to get into it, working up to using his whole tongue and Crinasia only had to walk him through it a little. "Put yo tongue under it and suck it. Just like that," she rubbed his head with her thigh on his shoulder. He basically knew what to do from all the hoe stories she'd shared. "Don't be scared put ya finger in there, you feel that spongy part? That's the g-spot.

"Oh I can fuck up a g-spot," he bragged doing his best work there. He wasn't bad at all. It wasn't great, but it was his first time with a girl.

To her surprise the aggression returned when he turned her to face the wall, kicked her legs apart, and bended her over like she was another nigga. His dick slapped across her asscheeks, spanking em. She had never seen his dick, but now she was feeling the weight and the length as he spread her ass and spit between, letting drool slide down to her pussy and sliding his shaft up and down between her cheeks.

"Play with your pussy," he said sliding his tip over her asshole briefly and sinking it into her kitty. Feeling warm wetness, he closed his eyes and didn't see man or woman, he felt ushy gooshy tight hole and instinctively thrust his hips rolling them against that ass to get deep and feel the soft walls massaging and squeezing like a satisfying hug. The suction as he slid out pulled him back in, he just had to let his dick get sucked back. He'd pull it back out and push it back in deep making sure his whole dick felt pressure. He slapped that ass hard with a loud noise and grabbed it going faster and creating friction against her walls the way he knew he liked to feel. He pressed on the back below him and nearly climbed it getting deep strokes. He moved the way he liked niggas to move when fucking him.

The moans reminded him that he wasn't just fuckin, he was fuckin his bestie. He opened his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't go so hard. Her hand was clamped over her own mouth. He was fuckin her up. Okay, maybe a lil more, he thought pulling her neck in his hand as he clapped her cheeks. Her wig was too laid and it would've been a crime to pull it though it was glued. Her hand dropped to hold the wall again and she was moaning openly like that girl who was hypnotized. Odell's nut was on its way up. He'd forgotten a condom so he held it back.

"Crinasia," he moaned and she instantly nutted nearly falling over but he had a grip on her. He pulled out and almost jumped back when she spun to take his leaking nut in her mouth, sucking the head of his penis.

After that party she couldn't tell him he wasn't a bi king although he still never had a sexual attraction for any other girls and wouldn't entertain being with one romantically. He was turned off by it. Anytime she'd say something smart as was her loving way of talking sense into him, his response was along the lines of "But I fucked you tho, so.. ah. We love a bi king."

"Once don't count, that's an experiment boo. You don't like pussy, you like ME because you like yourself and we one," Crinasia gestured. "You gay bitch."

He had told everyone including all of TikTok that he'd dipped his finger in a lil kitty cat meow meow and aside from never wanting to do it again, it was good especially due to the girl. She was dope.

Everyone knew it was Crinasia because she told them. "Ya girl fell in love with the D," she joked. "You'd have thought he was straight. Ooh girl he got bomb dick." Had the girls and the girls wanting to try it.

Unfortunately Crinasia wasn't totally joking, she really wanted that dick again. He didn't just fuck, he fawked. Who'd have thought. She always saw him as a bottom. She joked about them Netflix n Chillin while they binged The Order and felt him look at her a lil sideways when she put her hand on his thigh. Still, they ended up fuckin again with her head and shoulders on the floor, back propped against the sofa, ass in the air. His leg was on the sofa and he was squatting dick into her because they were freaks and wanted to do it. He'd said that's how his football nigga had him the previous night and she'd wanted a visual demonstration so he gave her the 4D experience. They moved to the floor where she got on all fours and threw it back taking control and fucking him. All platonic.. They became sex buddies, fuckin when they were horny or just bored.

Crinasia was hooked, but not just because of the sex. At least she didn't think so, maybe it was. But she wanted Odell. Suddenly she was having dreams about him and blushing when he'd touch her. She had to stop herself, the shit was sick. He'd kissed a girl and liked it, but he was still gay. Straight as a car doin donuts.

"Dell, this a problem for me," she admitted since they were still best friends. They were walking through campus together to meet someone important. "I think I'm starting to want you.. as more... than a friend," she stared, vulnerable. "I like being with you.. and I like being with you." She sensed he already knew, but what would he say? She was nervous with a smile like she could hide it. She had a nervous laugh anyway.

"Babe," he stopped walking and held her hands. She had butterflies but didn't get her hopes up. "I'm attached to you too. Aww!"

She smiled feeling the but as he hugged her.

"Hey you know I love you but not like that."

"I know," she admitted. "You're not bi because it's just me and not all women. You still hypnotized."

"Speak of the devil," he guided her to the hypnotist who finally showed up after getting their messages. "I'm a beat yo ass," Odell told him making him laugh. "It better work this time I ain't got room to be losing friends."

"I got ya buddy, look just past me and focus on the top of that high tree in the distance. Relax, relax your shoulders, your arms? Your hands, your legs, your back. Allow yourself to dissociate and SLEEP." He yanked him putting a hand on his back. "Breathe in and out deeper. Sleep. In a deep sleep. Deeper sleep. Your not mad at me.. You're a hot and sexy college boy with better things to do than beat my ass and you're definitely not sexually attracted to your best friend, pfft, what was that? When I say the word my words will become your reality and you'll feel refreshed, better than ever. Wake. HEY BUDDY! How ya feel?

"I feel good," Odell stretched feeling at ease. "Thanks man." He looked at Crinasia for the true test, squinting his eyes. "Babe. Shake ya ass right quick?" His finger twirled.

She twerked on request and he screamed tackling her. "AHH! BITCH I'M BACK," he half twerked standing while she was on the grass fussin.. "Sorry," he whispered helping her up. He was happily back to being pussy repulsed and craving dick more than ever. He had an appointment to makkke. "Bestie I love you ❤️," he hugged her feeling nothing funny inside other than love. She couldn't be mad at that.

"Hypnotize me too," she said for good measure to forget her feelings. She woke happier.

Overall a good experience but neither Crinasia nor Odell would fuck with hypnotists or nagicians again after that.

The End.

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melaninenthusiasts · 3 years

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Drunk In Love | Jafar

genre—headcanon

warning—sexually explicit (18+), foul language

summary— y/n and her husband,jafar spent a lovely arabian night at the club and leave drunk in love.

you and jafar had just spent the night at the hottest club smoking hookahs and drinking heavily making out ready to rip eachother's clothes off

the two of you finally make it to the palace with your tongue down eachother's throat

you can't get enough of him

you ride his magic carpet just like he likes it. he moans out "yeah baby, just like that" breathing heavily which is sexy as fuck by the way.

"You like that?" You asked jafar riding him slowly watching him in ecstasy

"Shit, girl..." he moaned out as you rode him faster

SMACK! he smacked your ass as you bounced up and down

his lips taste like dark liquor, sweet hookah, and backwood

his cologne is this signature arabian musk infused that smells heavenly

you tell him how much you want him not being able to take your fingers off of him

you ran your hands against his chest admiring his body hair. not to much and not too little, just enough. it's just so sexy and manly and that shape up beard of his makes you want to soak it

you used his face as a seat and he enjoyed every bit of it.

he loved how you surfed on his face and with every motion he kissed, licked, and slurped on your pussy. Your body shook at him penetrating your core with his wet muscle. You tried to pull back but he held on to your thighs.

His soaked beard dripped of all of your juices

The sex jafar and his wife were having was purely raw and nasty.

You did everything you could do to the dick: sit on it, spit on it, lick on it....etc

"who is the most powerful man on earth?" He asks as he fucks you.

"Hm?" Jafar says slowing down to tease you

"You are..." you bit your lip as he goes faster in return. "You are......" you repeat as he fucks you whining his hips more making you orgasm.

"fuck, you're so sexy..." he slurs his words out to you as his lips brushes against your skin adoring and worshiping your body.

you liked how me kissed on your neck sloppily and held on to your tiny waist as you rode him

he also caught your nipple in his mouth and moaned as you grinded against his built naked body

he fucks you so good rocking your shit and all you can do is moan

you scream his name echoing it all throughout the humongous palace not caring about the staff and soldiers.

your yelps and moans bounced off the walls

Nothing but the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room

"Oh—fuckkkk!" You moaned out

"Yes, yes, yessssss—Ahhh!"

"Oh, Jafar—ouuuu mhm, mhm"

"You like daddy dick?" He asked you.

"I love daddy dick..." you repeated

"Cum with me..." he slurred out

you woke up in the kitchen asking how the hell did this shit happen

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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Don't Forget About Us

Hello, my lovelies. Here’s my contribution to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes smut challenge (the prompt is in bold!) Let’s see what Erik’s up to now, shall we?

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Word count: 5,595

CW: smut...duh.

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“So, what do you do for a living?”

Kayla sighed internally at the question and took a sip of her Pinot Grigio. She hated first dates with a burning passion, but unfortunately, that was the only way to find a man around here. She went through the motions of politely answering his questions, barely asking any of her own. She didn’t care. Even just fifteen minutes in, Kayla could tell he didn’t excite her, and she lamented the waste of a good outfit as she listened to him drone on about his life. Every now and then, he’d stop and ask a question about her, but she could tell he was only asking so he could talk more about himself.

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your sign?

Why did your last relationship end?

Her mind traveled to her ex-boyfriend, Erik Stevens. They had spent six blissful years together, and Kayla thought he was the one. She wanted them to get married and start a family, and she thought he did, too, but every time she brought it up, he’d find some excuse to change the subject. At thirty years old, Kayla wasn’t getting any younger, so she grew tired of his avoidance and eventually cut him loose. She needed more out of life, but the guy currently sitting across from her certainly wasn’t it.

“We wanted different things,” she answered vaguely and took another sip. It would be a long night with what’s-his-name. David? Devon? Whatever. At least he had money and took her to a nice restaurant.

Darryl took the opportunity to bore her with the details of his job, which Kayla already knew. He was a colleague of her best friend, Carina’s husband. They worked at the same law firm, and Carina decided to hook them up after tiring of hearing Kayla complain about dating apps. As much as Kayla hated Tinder, she would’ve much rather been at home on her couch swiping left on the cesspool of single men Oakland had to offer. Every few dozen swipes or so, she’d find a cutie, but his bio would be abysmal, or his conversation skills would fall flat.

Despite the fact that their relationship just couldn’t make it, Kayla still thought of Erik as the gold standard. Just thinking about his dimples and his struggle beard made her smile dreamily. His big, strong arms would wrap around her and hold her tight at night, and she’d trace her fingers over the intentionally placed keloid scars that held his darkest secrets. She missed retwisting his locs and the way he always smelled like sandalwood and warm vanilla. Kayla didn’t want to admit it, but she still loved him. No man could compare to her Erik.

“Hello? Kayla?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that last part?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s got you so distracted, babygirl?”

Kayla fought the bile rising in her throat. She wasn’t his babygirl. It didn’t even sound right coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the thinness of his lips. They weren’t “white man” thin, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the juicy pussy pleasers she had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing, just thought I saw somebody I know. You were saying?”

“Just that you look beautiful tonight,” Damon attempted to flirt with her.

Kayla wanted to roll her eyes but thanked him instead and smiled politely again. Of course she looked beautiful; she had pulled out all the stops for what she had hoped would be a good night out. Kayla had squeezed her thickness into a lavender satin dress. The way the dress’s skirt cinched on the side kept it snug around her plush waist, but the high slit that traveled up her thigh was the main attraction. The strappy silver heels on her feet showed off her matching pedicure that contrasted beautifully with her glistening brown skin, and her makeup was flawless. Her outerwear for the night, a cropped fur jacket that had found its way to the coat check when they arrived, was the icing on the cake. Her outfit deserved the appreciation, just not from Deshawn.

The waiter saved her from having to focus on her date when she brought out the food they had ordered. Since Kayla knew Derek had money, she had ordered the whole lobster, and she fought her mouth from drooling too much as the waiter set it down in front of her. It laid on a bed of forbidden rice, and the side of roasted brussels sprouts and cremini mushrooms looked heavenly. The ramekin of drawn butter off to the side tempted her as it sat next to the minuscule seafood fork. She may not enjoy her company for the evening, but Kayla damn sure was going to enjoy her meal.

“Looks good,” Dominic called from the other side of the table, breaking Kayla from her trance as he cut into his wagyu beef.

“Sure does.” Kayla wasted no time before digging into her meal. Not only was it the perfect excuse to avoid conversation, but it was perfect, period.

A slight chill permeated the air as the door swung open and the crisp January air entered the small restaurant. Kayla shivered as she complained internally about being forced to sit near the door, but that shiver intensified as she heard a voice. His voice.

“Reservation for Stevens, please.”

Kayla stilled.

“Of course. Right this way, sir,” the maitre d’ responded, and Kayla heard three sets of footsteps coming her way.

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“Babe, let’s go!”

“Yell at me one more time, woman,” Erik warned as he came around the corner into the living room, fastening his watch.

“I swear, you take more time getting ready than I do.”

“Whatever, Mo. You ready?”

“Nigga, I been ready!”

Erik rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. It would be a rough night, and things were already starting off on a bad foot. He and Monique had been seeing each other for the better part of a year, and he’d finally reached his limit. She was overbearing, rude, and just after him for his money, but he hated being alone, so he put up with her bullshit. His cousin, T’Challa, had tried to hook him up with a few ladies back in Wakanda when he went to visit after his breakup, but nothing stuck. Almost immediately after coming back to the states, Erik met Monique at a charity event for the Outreach Center. She had the singing voice of an angel and had been booked as the entertainment for the evening. Erik was drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, and she immediately sank her teeth into him. Past her vocal talents, Monique wasn’t really anything special. Her personality left a lot to be desired, she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and she just wasn’t her.

The moment Kayla ended their relationship a year ago, Erik’s whole world shattered. He had lived a life full of pain and loss, but Kayla had been his lifeline. She pulled him out of the dark and made him revel in the sunshine. Hell, she was the sunshine, but now he had settled for a UV lamp at best. Kayla had wanted a life that Erik was too scared to give her, but that fear became his downfall. He still missed her most nights. He was lonely, and Monique was there to keep him company, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Erik craved a connection that Monique just couldn’t provide. So he decided he had to break it off and figured that doing so in a public place would probably be best. She had a tendency to throw things when she got angry.

The car ride to Chez Martine was tense. Monique had been angry all day because Erik had taken back his credit card even though she wanted to buy a new dress for their date. Her lousy mood almost made him dump her back at his condo, but Erik kept a cool head and stayed focused on the plan. He ignored the way Monique complained the entire time she got ready, reluctantly putting on a dress he had seen her wear before. It didn’t matter to him; he knew what the night held.

When they walked into the restaurant, Erik’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d recognize that shoulder blade tattoo anywhere. She had cut off all her hair and lost a few pounds, but he knew for sure that he was looking at Kayla. His Kayla. He forced himself to look straight ahead as they passed her table and prayed that the maitre d’ didn’t sit them where she could see him. Unfortunately, he had no such luck because the only open table for two was directly within her line of sight. He prayed again that Monique would sit on the far side of the table, but Bast ignored his pleas once more. He had to sit facing her, and as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, her gaze slyly trailed over to him. They locked eyes across the room, and Erik’s heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her all those months ago, but who the fuck was that sitting across from her?

“What are you looking at?” Monique’s abrasive voice cut through his eardrums.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I know, that’s all.”

She cut her eyes at him and turned around to look as he buried his face in the menu.

“Quit being nosy,” he complained.

“I just wanna see who’s got your attention, that’s all.” Monique turned back around with a sour look on her face. “It’s probably that fat girl with her cleavage all out.”

“Mo, just look at the fucking menu and act like you got some sense.”

“Fine.”

Monique pouted until the waiter showed up, but she plastered a fake smile on her face as he took their order. As usual, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and it bothered him to no end that she was hellbent on spending all of his money. Of course, he had plenty, but she felt entitled to it. Kayla never cared about him being rich. Hell, when they got together, she didn’t even know he was a prince, but he loved to spoil her nonetheless. He loved the look on her face when he’d buy her things or take her on the expensive trips that she more than deserved. Kayla appreciated everything he did for her with all her heart, but she’d say the same thing every time.

“Thank you, baby, but you’re all I need.”

Erik smiled fondly at the memory of when he bought her a diamond tennis bracelet from Wakanda for their second anniversary. She was so excited to have diamonds that weren’t marred by exploited labor that she damn near dropped the box when she saw what was inside. It had been a rough year for them, what with him disappearing for a couple of months to seize the Wakandan throne and all. She certainly had plenty of colorful words for him when he came back. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he showed up at her door. He had brought T’Challa for backup just in case, but she looked right past the king as tears welled up in her eyes at seeing her Erik, alive and well.

Erik’s eyes started to get misty as he thought about the way she kissed him with so much emotion...then slapped him across the face for leaving. His gaze wandered back over to Kayla and he noticed the light bounce off of something on her arm. She was wearing the bracelet.

As if she felt his glare, Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her seat, so he averted his eyes back to Monique, who had caught him staring again.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” she asked sarcastically, making him roll his eyes so hard they almost got stuck.

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Erik Stevens. Here, of all places. He just had to be here.

Kayla noticed that he didn’t seem to be enjoying his modelesque date’s company any more than she was enjoying Darwin’s, and the pang of jealousy she felt at seeing him with another woman went away. She knew she had no right to feel any kind of way about it, especially since she was the one that broke things off. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

Dylan was too wrapped up in his steak to notice her wandering eye, but it seemed that Erik’s food was as uninteresting as the woman across from him. Kayla watched as he half-heartedly pushed it around his plate, but he certainly kept his favorite whiskey coming. She wanted to chuckle but didn’t want Daniel to think he had anything to do with her levity. They were both drowning their dissatisfactions in their alcohols of choice, and Kayla got a phantom taste of Uncle Nearest 1856 on her lips as she watched him take a sip. When he set the glass down and licked his lips, Kayla felt flush. She missed those lips…

“So, how about dessert?” Damien asked as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. “I hear their creme brulee is amazing.”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“You know,” he began as he leaned in and reached for her hands. She allowed him to take them, but the softness of his hands disgusted her. No callouses, no roughness, not even a firm grip. “I’ve had a great night. I’d love to see you again.”

Kayla chuckled nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing next-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A shrill voice pierced the air as Erik’s date bolted up from her seat. Desmond, and the whole restaurant, turned around to see what was going on, and Kayla took the opportunity to remove her hands from his.

“Keep your voice down,” Erik sneered through his teeth. “We’re in public.”

“So?! You bring me out here just to dump me? To dump this?!” she gestured at her slim figure, and he rolled his eyes.

“You ain’t even all that,” he waved her off. He was tired of playing nice, and Kayla could see the exasperation written all over his face.

“Excuse me, miss-” the waiter attempted to calm her down, but the crazed woman cut him off.

“Stay out of this!”

“I’m so sorry,” Erik mouthed to the poor man who would absolutely be getting a monstrous tip later.

“Oh, you’re sorry for him, but not for me?”

“Mo, just sit down. We can finish our meal like adults-”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She threw her dirty martini at him, soaking the front of his all-black ensemble.

Kayla could damn near see the steam coming out of his ears as his apparent ex stormed out of the restaurant. Erik locked eyes with her across the room, and when he saw the concern written all over her face, his softened.

“Whew, poor fella,” Dexter commented as he turned back around. “Where was I? Oh-”

“Excuse me, where’s your restroom?” Kayla interrupted him as their waiter walked by.

“Right down there.” She pointed at a set of stairs off to the side, and Kayla thanked her as she slid out of her seat.

“I’ll be back, Darius.”

“It’s Denzel.” He deflated.

“Fuck,” she froze. She had been sure it was Darius. “Still, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” he responded, obviously upset by her slip-up.

Kayla hurried off down the stairs and leaned against the wall as she waited for either of the single-use restrooms to open up. She took a deep breath and opened her clutch, reaching in to pull out her phone with a shaky hand and typing in his number. It was one of the few she had memorized, just in case.

“You ok?”

Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn’t press it. Her heart nearly thumped out of her chest at the thought of starting a conversation with him, but something within her said that she should. It would be weird not to say anything after all that, right?

“Hey-”

“Shit!” Kayla dropped her phone when his silky baritone graced her ears.

“My fault, ma.” Erik leaned over and picked the phone off the floor, checking it for cracks. He saw she had typed a message out to him and smirked before handing it back to her.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. And, yeah, I’m ok.”

“Huh?”

Erik pointed at her phone screen.

“Oh! Right. Um, well, that’s good to hear.” Kayla attempted to push her hair behind her ear out of habit, forgetting she had just cut it all off a week ago.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ok? You don’t seem to into ole dude out there.”

Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes, “Oh, him.”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Erik laughed, and she slapped his arm. That slight contact was enough to spark a flame in them both, and Erik’s face turned serious. “For real, though, not going well?”

“Better than you, it seems,” she quipped as she eyed his wet shirt. That was a bad idea because his first three buttons were undone, and she caught a peek of the raised scars that she missed so much. And that broad chest, and the chain with his father’s ring that he always wore. He’d let her wear it from time to time, and she always felt like it was such an honor. He trusted her enough to let her wear it. He loved her enough to-

Kayla pried her eyes away and made yet another mistake: she looked up at him. Those eyes still looked like sweet, sweet molasses, and even though his locs were braided back, she could tell he was letting them grow out. She momentarily wondered who was retwisting them nowadays, but her train of thought was cut short by the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Kayla’s mind went blank as she inhaled slowly.

“Heh, yeah. That was...that was pretty embarrassing. Not even gonna lie.” Erik looked away shyly, unable to hold her gaze.

“I guess you’ll need to find a new date spot, huh?”

“Nah, I think I’m good on dating for a while.”

“Same,” Kayla sighed. “Dating sucks.”

“Yeah…”

One of the bathroom doors unlocked, and a middle-aged white man stepped out and passed them on the way up the stairs.

“Well, I should-”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Kayla walked towards the bathroom, but before she could reach the door, she felt a light tug on her wrist. His touch still gave her goosebumps, and he noticed her raised skin as she turned to face him.

“I just, uh...it was nice seeing you, Kay-kay.” Erik smiled at her, and she nearly melted. She missed when he called her that, too. “You look good.”

“Thanks, E.” She smiled back. “So do you.”

He let her go, and Kayla disappeared into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath to center herself. After all these months, Erik still took her breath away. He clouded her senses and scrambled her mind. Even as she took care of business, her brain replayed their short interaction on a loop.

Kayla locked eyes with her reflection as she dried her hands. How could she go back up there to- what’s his name? Oh, yeah, Da- Denzel. That’s it, Denzel. How could she go back up there to his mediocre company when the man she still loved had made her feel so alive with just one touch. That was the magic of Erik, his magnetism. When they were together, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even when she wanted to slap him across his beautiful face. Those were some of the best times, though. If she was angry at him, he knew exactly what to do to calm her down. To put her in her place. To remind her-

Kayla’s daydreaming was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!”

It came again.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She reached for another paper towel to dab off the sweat that had started to pool on her skin at the thought of Erik’s dominance when the door opened.

“What the f- Erik?!”

He pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“You need to start locking doors, Kay.”

“I- what do you want?”

“I want to talk to you,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.

“Here?!”

“Yeah, here,” he chuckled.

Kayla rolled her eyes and tried to push past him.

“Now is not the time or place-”

“When is?” he blocked her exit, and she crossed her arms in defeat, looking up at him through her lashes as she leaned against the sink. “Look, I just need to say something real quick.”

“Fine,” Kayla sighed and gestured for him to continue. She knew there was no use fighting him. She wasn’t leaving that bathroom until he was good and ready.

“Kay,” his voice softened, and she looked away only to have her face pulled back in his direction. “Kay-kay, look at me.”

She made the mistake of doing just that, getting lost in his eyes again.

“I miss you,” Erik murmured.

“Erik-”

“Look, I know, ok? I know. And I’m sorry, Kay. I really am- no, look at me. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you...but I miss you, girl.”

Kayla’s eyes welled up with tears that she tried her hardest to blink away, but one had the nerve to fall. Erik wiped it away, and the next one, and the next one. A sob wracked Kayla’s body, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. I know you worked hard on your makeup.”

Kayla laughed through her tears, but the emotions washed back over her, and she buried her face into his chest. It was already soaked with gin, so what harm would a few tears do?

He held her and rocked her softly from side to side as she cried, and after a couple of minutes, she found the will to look up at him again. His cheeks were wet, so she reached up and swiped her thumbs over them as she held his face in her small hands. He nuzzled into them and kissed her wrists.

“I miss you, too, E,” she croaked.

“I know, babygirl.”

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his soft lips caressed her skin. They stayed intertwined for who knows how long until Erik felt Kayla begin to pull back. He looked down at her, and the two of them locked eyes. Before they knew it, their lips had met in the middle in a passionate embrace. They got lost in each other for a moment until common sense returned to Kayla, and she pushed him off.

“We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Kay?” Erik’s voice rumbled as he closed what little gap was between their bodies. He left soft kisses on her temples before working down to her cheeks, then her jawline, and eventually the column of her neck. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed the crook of her neck but pushed him back again before he could continue any further.

“Erik, I...I still love you, and-”

He attacked her lips with his, hands feverishly gripping her waist as he pushed her further into the sink. She had nowhere to go, and she was ok with that.

“I...love you...too...babygirl,” he whispered between kisses.

Kayla’s mind went blank as he lifted her up on the counter and pressed himself between her legs. She could feel him, all of him, and damn did she miss that monster between his legs.

“Erik,” she moaned as he nipped at her earlobe. He still knew how to play her body like a violin.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“Erik!” she squeaked as she felt his strong hands grip her thighs.

“Just like that,” he groaned, and she flooded her already wet panties.

“Baby-”

He connected his forehead to hers and stared deep into her eyes. “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Kayla nodded with her lip between her teeth.

“I miss you, too, baby. I think about you all the time. Every day,” he pecked her lips, “every night. I miss everything about you, Kay-kay. Your off-key singing, your horrible cooking-”

“Shut up,” Kayla giggled as his hands traveled up her dress.

“Your body…fuck I miss this body. I miss how you smell, how you taste...how that tight little pussy feels wrapped around my dick.”

Kayla widened her legs for him as his fingers found their way to the seat of her panties, stroking up and down her slit. Erik kissed his way back down her face and over to her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I do. You’re all I see when I stroke my dick...wishing it was your hand...your lips...this fucking pussy.”

Erik pushed her panties to the side, and his nimble fingers circled her clit. Kayla let out a small moan that was music to his ears, making fingers move faster and her breath grow shallower with each rotation.

“Answer me.”

“Mhm.”

“Come on, babygirl, you can do better than that. You think about me when you play in your pussy? This pussy right here?” he asked as he slapped her vulva, her wetness sticking to his hand.

“Y-yes, baby-”

“Uh-uh, you know who I am. Say it,” Erik commanded as he snuck three fingers inside her wetness, making her moan loudly in his ear. “Shhh, you gotta be quiet, babygirl. You don’t want people out there knowing how much of a slut you are, right?”

Kayla shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I asked you a question, Kayla,” he reminded her. His gruff voice made her weak, and the fingers that were steadily speeding up inside her certainly didn’t help. “Answer me. Who am I, babygirl?”

Kayla tried to hold out as much as she could. She didn’t want to say it, too proud to give in, but the way he was currently stretching out her pussy and curling his fingers inside her made her cling to his shoulders. The bastard knew what he was doing, and she didn’t want to let him win. But then, he played dirty and bit down on her neck. She cried out, and when he pulled back to look at her, the ferocity in his eyes drove her up the wall.

“I said, who the fuck am I, Kayla?” Erik growled. His hand sped up, making her weak with every thrust. She couldn’t hold it anymore and came undone around him, her mouth betraying her as his name fell from her lips.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn right I am,” he kissed her lips, “now gimme that pussy. Daddy missed his pussy.”

Kayla heard a rip and felt the cool air between her legs as he tore through her panties to get to her treasure trove. She reached down between them and grabbed his clothed erection in her hand, making him groan as he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. She undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing dick.

The longing in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, so he pushed her legs back and tapped his head on her clit.

“You want daddy’s dick in you?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

He pushed in and groaned at the feeling of her pussy walls gripping him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck, you feel like home.”

Kayla moaned into his neck in response and wound her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he stroked into her slow and deep. She couldn’t form words. He felt so damn good inside her that Kayla’s brain had short-circuited. Erik’s dick hit spots that she could never find herself no matter how hard she tried. Even in her dreams, he drove her body wild. She had spent the last year trying to find somebody, anybody who could make her feel that way, but nobody could compare to Erik Stevens.

Erik and Kayla panted heavily into each others’ mouths as he made love to her body, and as soon as Kayla started to tense up, his thrusts grew harder.

“I-I-”

“I know, babygirl. Daddy feels it,” he groaned as he nipped at her bottom lip. “Cum on my dick like a good girl.”

His words sent Kayla into overdrive, and her body shook as she spilled over him. Her spasming walls hugged him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him with her eyes.

“You feel amazing,” she moaned.

“Mhm. I know them other niggas wasn’t hitting it like this. I just know it. Look at you, cumming all over daddy’s dick. Look at it!” He grabbed her chin and made her look down at her throbbing pussy as his dick slid in and out of her.

“We look so good, daddy!”

Erik slammed into her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He gave her his all over and over, rocking the countertop in the process.

“We’ll look even better if you let me cum in this pussy. Mix my cum with yours-”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” He chuckled. “You want it that bad, huh? Nasty ass, in here getting fucked while that bum ass nigga’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Mmm, I want it.”

“Want what, babygirl?” Erik teased as he brought his thumb to her clit, strumming it slowly as he thrust into her.

“You. I want you to cum deep in me.”

“Shit,” Erik groaned. “You want it deep in there?”

“Mhm. Put it where it belongs, daddy.” Kayla licked up the side of his neck, making his knees buckle. “Cum in your pussy.”

Erik lost all sense of control and pounded into her tight pussy, somehow getting even deeper in preparation for his release. Kayla held on tight as she felt him begin to spasm inside her, and she released around him again as his deep moans tickled her ear. Erik thrust extra deep and held his dick in place as he emptied his balls into her warmth, whimpering lightly as she rubbed his back to soothe him and bring him back down.

“I missed you, babygirl.”

“I missed you, too, daddy.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until their breathing slowed. Erik was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out of Kayla as she whined at the loss of contact. He kissed all over her face before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her lips.

“I can’t let you go again, Kay-kay,” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

Kayla pulled him back in and kissed him so deeply that she nearly lost herself in him again, but he pulled away and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m serious, girl. I’ll do anything. I’ll marry you, give you as many big-headed babies as you want. Just, please, Kay-” she cut him off with another kiss to shut him up.

“We should go back to my place and talk,” she whispered, and Erik’s face lit up. Something about the way she said it, the way she kissed him, the way her body still responded to his...it gave him hope. Kayla smiled at him and pecked his lips once more before hopping off of the sink. He had to catch her because her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled a little in her heels.

“You aight?” he laughed.

“No, nigga,” she slapped his chest, and the two of them got caught in a laughing fit. They had really just fucked in the bathroom at Chez Martine. Kayla was on cloud nine until a thought occurred to her, and her face fell flat. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Erik’s face turned serious, and his eyes scanned over her body, looking for whatever the problem was.

Kayla started giggling again, and he looked confused.

“What is it?” he asked, barely able to keep a straight face. Her laugh was always so infectious…

“Demetrius.”

“Who?!”

“My date.”

“Girl, don’t worry about him. He probably thinks you dipped out anyway.”

Kayla shrugged and fixed her dress as Erik stuffed his shirt back in his pants. They checked their reflections in the mirror, and Kayla was pleasantly surprised that her makeup was still intact thanks to that setting spray she had splurged on the other day.

“Ready?” Erik asked as he admired her beauty. Kayla nodded, and he unlocked the door, opening it to find Duncan leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. Kayla’s eyes blew wide as she tried to figure out what to say to her date for the evening.

“Heyyy, um…”

“Denzel,” he seethed.

“Yeah, sorry. So, um, we’re-”

“Sorry, bruh,” Erik clapped him on the shoulder, “but we heading out. Bathroom’s all yours, though.”

Erik pulled Kayla along, and she sent Deion an apologetic glance before following Erik up the stairs. It seemed the whole restaurant knew what had occurred, but neither one of them cared. They were just happy to be around each other again. It had been entirely too long.

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Who’s writing new BP fics? It’s feeling kinda dry out here

Oh you gotta keep looking cause they out here!!!

NEW/NEW-ISH BP FICS

- winter wonderland series (25 days of christmas challenge), Chunk series (updated)- @ghostfacekill-monger

- you better watch out series (25 days of christmas challenge), baby daddy series- @teakturn

- couple’s getaway series, message therapist erik, erik and you have relationship issues that need to be resolved, incubus erik x reader series, gamer erik humiliates his girl, christmas wishes & mistletoe kisses series, all vampire eriks stories, drug dealer erik gets ino an entaglement with a married woman series, erik teaching his daughter how to love her dark skin, assassin erik and his girl london make up for lost time- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- all i want series- @thadelightfulone

- the jabari that stole christmas, misfit wakandans, er*k in a box, t’challa’s 12 days of christmas, the jabari-cracker, christmas even will find erik, the coffee prince series (updated), song of stevens (not new but do read), will the bell ring? (updated)- @eerythingisshaka

- chrismasing with you- @ceeverse

- mama is wild, how he acts when he’s sick: m’baku “mama’s other baby’ jabari, peaches, how he acts whe he’s sick: erik “i can do it myself” stevens, how he acts when he’s sick: t’challa i’m fine” udaku, final decision, body pillow, the most dangerous game- @akimi-youngblood

- his majesty, my king series; he chosen bride, a jabari wedding (not so new but do read), he wasn’t mad enough for me, clean-up woman, i wish you would, mistletoe series, dadmonger series- @snowbaku

- what if...?, without question, polaroids, the temple series, queen shuri, wh you are series- @tchallasbabymama

- biggest puddle ever, crab legs, play fighting, the fight, let me tell you a story, stop, got it bad, what would you do series, sugar babe series, poetic justice, messing w/ erik while he’s playing the game, erik had a reputation of being a fuckboy. tha meant you had to be careful around him. guard your heart. it was a solid plan until he came in and ruined all your plans- @dreamingofmilk

- our christmas, how to feel, warm colors series (not so new but do read), thanksgiving w/ mr. stevens, valentine’s gumbo (sequel to thankgiving with mr. stevens)- @mermaidchansons

- she likes me, huh? nuh uh, cute enough to eat, screams in the night series (updated), open up, autumn leave & cookie thieves, one way or another, mr. telephone series, you ain’t hear that?- @supersizemeplz (check masterlist)

- anniversary blues, the chosen one series (updated), the sweetest thing series, in the light series- @devnicolee

- the arrival series, boxer!baku series (updated), fireflies and foot races, sessions- @muse-of-mbaku

- 85 “you can’t cum unless i say so” & 89 “you’re drooling. you really don’t deserve it though, do you?”, seventy-three, “29, 75 & 82″, “5, 13, & 69″- @marvelmaree

- subconscious- @freddiefcknmercury

- shameful series- @iwrite4poc

- only forever series, what lies beneath series,bunme takes new york (part of space between series)- @dramaqueeenamby

- letters for my love series, just for this moment series, she’s mine series, abiona au series- @sarcastic-sunshines

- redemption series (updated), starlight series, dress up- @airis-paris14

- new start series (with “reader meets erik who is a single father”), round 2 series, reader sleeping over a erik’s, “erik and reader are opposites- like she’s so nice, calm and soft, and erik is mean... as always and his family is so confused on how they’re dating”, imagine where erik and the reader has heir firs date and when he get home he’s super excited and tell his friends how happy and in love he is?, erik with goofy reader on a mission, reader catching erik using her expensice skincare products afer she told him it’s off limit, hug time, erik ghosting after a fight with his gf & she hears he’s out acting single so she decide she’s single too. but he shows up & all like “who said we broke up?”, reader is not answering her phone and erik is worried/irrirated because the day before he was mean to her and she left his house crying?, an imagine where erik finding out the reader is powerful (like a mutant), erik & mbaku fighting over the reader, found you series, erik helping his need tomboy bff get a makeover & he starts to get jealous of how much attention she starts to get from other guys, vulnerable soft erik where he and the reader get into an argument and later that night he’s trying to sleep but can’t because she’s refusing to come to bed with him and he has to be vulnerable with her and tells her “you know i can’t sleep without you”?, “short imagine or headcanon ha erik finds out his girlfriend has more body’s then him or his a mafia leader, something between those lines. but instead of being upset for her not telling him he’s actually cool with it”, erik comforting the reader after finding out she lost a loved one and he had a good day, reader learns she’s pregnant and comes up with a creative way to tell erik , erik and the reader are set up on a blind date by mutual friends, “reader is studying for her upcoming test and she is frustrated with the amount of studying she has to do. erik notices she has been studying for a long time, and tries to do everything to relax her mind”, erik takes reader to wakanda for the first time, erik sees his girl still sleep with a stuffed animal and by kinda makes fun of her but when she puts it up he sees she struggles withouth it?, “imagine with erik inspired by the somg caretaker by dram and sza, like maybe the reader is feeling a bit ill/nauseous and erik to take care of her”, diaper change, sofboi erik where he asks the reader to marry him, hc of erik being jealous of his girl is too close to t’challa? always texting/wanting to hang out when they visit, back to you series, readering driving erik nuts with cravings & mood swings. ex: interrupting his sleep for food runs only to say she doesn’t want that anymore when he returns & demand something else, “ whatever you’re trying to butter me up for, the answer is no”?, how did he meet his love?, life together, your first time, hurting, fears, sick day, jealous series, when you’re sick, night fights, two lines, opening up, newborn, comfort, some love, insecure, first steps, it’s time series, cool down time, first day back- @killmongerdrabbles

- back & forth- @supremethunda

- baby mama series, again, move, guess, night, nsfw alphabet, bow- @woahitslucyylu

- reactions o their girl’s wap (with erik), erik and reader being petty in the house after an argument- @tastingmellow

- next lifetime series, days off with erik, girls trip series (updated),the way you make me feel- @theficplug

- only then am i human series,a little vacation- @opalsandlace

-faded series, waves series, concrete cowboys series, black boys bloom thors first series (volume 3)- @uzumaki-rebellion

- black tie event- @laketaj24

- genuine, numb- @taterfics

- city boy and his country girl series, wake up, meet the furys- @blackmissfrizzle

- come thru, this lil’ game we play- @writetimes

- in between the lines series- @melodyofmbaku

- him, her and us series; conversations and coffee trips series, dancing around each oher series, mrs., you again series, where are we now?, cold coffee, here we are again series, summer love (could be any of the marvel men including t’challa); love, apps, and attitudes series; give me a reason (search for t’challa x reader)- @iliketowrite1996

- homewrecker series (updated), family reunion- @shaekingshitup

- unexpected things happen in the clucky’s drive-thru, where you going: a quarantine quickie, halloween, delicate series, the best man- @majesticbrownjawn

- i like tha series (updated), shea butter (baby) series @nachtaiwrites

- the spririt of christmas, dentist series (updated), waiting to get home, best friends series, line love series, hell loves satin: tales of a mascochist, tattoo party- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- uncharted series (updated), metamorphasis series, the remodel series, the boy is mine series (collab with @dashhoney25), sweet heat, quarantine bae, throttle, sugar, toxic, fair is fair, work boo (updated)- @soufcakmistress

- caught up series- @twistedcharismaaa

- homebody series- @truglori

- roadtrip series- @cecereads209

- lights out, a better man- @reelwriter19

- you mean it? series, haunted series- @heykillmongerluhme

- end in flames series, my health- @bvlckgirlmvgix (not so new but do check out!)

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