#erikstevens imagine

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader 

Part Five 

- - - - - - - - - -

Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

Warning: slight smut, panic/anxiety attack, manipulation 

Y’all I am so sorry for keeping this from y’all. I just have had major writer’s block but I’m back in the game! Don’t forget to leave me some requests if you have some!

- - - - - - - - - -

Erik opened the door to his apartment, noticing that she wasn’t there yet. He threw the keys on the table that was next to the door, walking to the back room to see his room surrounded by her belongings. Chuckling, he went into his walk-in closet to grab an outfit for the party tonight. He stripped into his boxers, getting a tad bit comfortable.  As he was looking for the perfect shoes, he heard the front door open. 

She walked to the back room to see him only in his boxers. “Dang, how you beat me here?” she asked taking off her varsity jacket and throwing it on the recliner that he had in his room. He sat down on the before saying, 

“I’ma speed demon,” he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah I should’ve known.” she chuckled putting her purse at the foot of the bed. He grabbed her waist pulling her between his legs as his hands traced up the back of her thighs, before gripping her ass then wrapping his arms around her waist and looking up at her. 

“You did well... I ain’t know you danced like that,” he said with a slight grin presented on his face, making her blush. 

“I’ve been dancing since I’ve been in diapers. I’m a pro.” she bragged as he chuckled. “Mind if I hop in the shower real quick. I stink,” she said walking to her duffle bag. 

“Nah, I’m not gonna let you use it,” he said sarcastically. She grabbed one of his pillows throwing it at him 

“Yeah, I also noticed a couple of other things too.. that I didn’t know about you,” he said looking down at her legs, unraveling himself and tracing his hands in the inside of her thighs. She bit her lip at the settle action but continued to talk. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean... hitting splits, back bends, back arches, this ass,” he said slapping it as she gasped, the pain in pleasure shooting right to her pussy, instantly starting to get wet. “You was doing that shit like it was nothing.”

“Cuz it ain’t nothin’.”

“Hmm, so why I haven’t seen this side yet.” he stood up, and the instant change of her feeling more dominant looking down at him was quickly taken away when he stood there with just his boxers on, an obvious erection that was finna burst through the Nike Pro boxers he had on. He noticed her breathing hitched as she backed up. But with every step she took back, he took forward. 

“I know I’m not speaking to myself, so I suggest you speak up.” he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I didn’t wanna freak you out..” He stood there for a second before laughing.

“Freak? Me out? Nah baby that’s not how it goes.” he said shaking his head, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. It looked like he was offended by the statement but it looked like he was going to show her what was really up. 

“N-Not like that. it’s just. I don’t wanna chase you off with the”

“Okay. I’m done talking to you now. I was holding back now but since you are a Lil freak who has been also showing out, I guess I gotta show you what the fuck is really up.” He stepped back. “All that? Off. Now.” he demanded her. She took off the T-Shirt that she had on, exposing her nicely fit white sports bra. She unhooked it from the front as her titties popped out like a can of biscuits. 

Her nipples got hard instantly due to the fan blowing right on her chest. She hooked herself on her track pants but he stopped her. “Nah turn around. Lemme see that ass and pussy poking out,” he said. She turned around, slowly pulling her pants and boy shorts down, her fat pussy sitting between her upper and inner thighs. She wrapped her hands around her ankles, looking between her legs to see him walking closer to her, his dick visibly getting harder by the second. 

He was right behind her, trailing his middle finger up and down her slit. She bit her lip trying to concentrate on keeping her balance, but damn he was making this hard. 

“Sexy ass,” he whispered more to himself before kneeling down. “Got such a pretty pussy. You deserve to get this pussy eaten whenever you want you to understand me?” he asked her. She didn’t say anything, the slight teasing made it impossible. She was trying to focus on her breathing until he slapped her on the ass. She lost her balance but she quickly caught herself by placing her hands on the floor. 

“Y-Yes daddy,” she said biting her lip while repositioning herself the original way that she was. 

“You gonna stay like this while daddy eats this pussy? Huh?” he asked her, circling her clit in slow motion. 

“Yes, daddy. Please eat my-” she didn’t even have to finish that sentence as he kissed her lips. Then kissed the back of her thigh. Then he gave her a long stride of a lick, licking from her entrance to her clit and then circling it. Just the taste of her had him drooling with the mixture of her wetness. 

His tongue was/ just as dangerous as him. Even though she had this treatment before, it still caught her off guard. This was more than just eating some pussy, he was making love to her pussy.

“Fuck..” she whispered closing her eyes. His tongue moved side to side on her clitoris, the pressure from his tongue making her juices flow down his chin. 

“Taste so fucking sweet.” he slapped her ass again, this time she was prepared. With her hands still wrapped around her ankles, she started to move her hips against his face moaning. Her juices spread all over his lower face, but he enjoyed it. He pulled away, spreading her pussy lips. 

“Fuck.. such a pretty ass pussy.” he slapped it a few times before saying, “This mine right? Don’t belong to no other nigga huh,” he asked her as she shook her head. “What did I say about that shy shit? Answer me.” 

‘Yes, daddy. It belongs to you.” she moaned out. He stood back up, grabbing her by her hair and pushing her against the wall. His chest was against her back, and she gasped at the sudden movement. 

“Spread them legs.. stay just like that sexy bitch.” he whispered in her ear. 

Woah.. she ain’t know she would be so turned on by being called a bitch. Erik even noticed with his fingers on her pussy, a slight bit of wetness coated his finger. Who would have ever known, innocent (Y/N) like to be manhandled? 

His hand wrapped around her neck as the other found its way to her clit, circulating it in a circle. With every rotation, more pressure was applied. Her eyes fluttered shut, biting her lip trying to keep her balance. All hope was a loss when his fingers found her entrance as he slid them in. 

“Oooh,” she whispered, grasping the wall. His fingers were nice and thick, massaging her walls perfectly. And the fact that she just had to sit there and take it while he stretched her pussy had her about to cum so quickly. 

“Nasty fucking slut. Got my fingers soaking wet,” he said. He pulled his fingers away, turning her around. She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips as she wrapped them around his fingers. He grabbed her by the chin, bringing her in for a soul-crushing kiss. 

“Get your ass on the bed. Let me see how flexible you really are,” he said moving aside to see her walk. She walked passed him, him staring at her ass the entire time. She sat down on the bed and scooted back. He walked towards her on the bed, as she pulled her legs towards her, grabbing her ankles and putting them above her head. 

“Look at that...” he whispered to himself. She was most definitely more open. Freshly waxed with a bit of hair on her her pubic area. He could see her glistening from her wetness. She bit her lip as they locked eyes. 

“You think you can stay like that while I eat this pussy, huh?” he asked her getting into the bed. She bit her lip with a nod. He smirked at her before laying on his stomach. He didn’t even have to spread her pussy lips in this position. All he had to do was lick along her folds, gaining a slight gasp from her. 

His tongue circled her clit a few times, and pressure created a wetness that dripped down Erik’s chin. He moved his head from side to side as his tongue moved along her clit. “Fuck daddy.. just like that.” she moaned, still holding onto her ankles.

“Sexy ass..” he whispered, gripping her thighs as he ate her. He closed his eyes in contentment with the way her pussy felt against her tongue, her hair tickling his nose with every movement. He pulled away before inserting two fingers into her, making her let go of her legs. 

“Keep the legs up. You kept them up when you were dancing now keep them up while daddy eats this pussy.” he said giving smacking her thigh. She repositioned herself once more, opening herself up again, the stinging sensation making her clench around his fingers. 

“There you go... good girl,” he whispered as he fingered her. He held eye contact with her as she struggled to keep her eyes open and her breathing under control. 

“You love playing with my pussy daddy?” she asked oh so innocently. It made his dick throb in his sweatpants the way she said that. 

“Fuck yes. Such a pretty pink pussy.” his lips wrapped her clit moving side to side, as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her. A pressure in her stomach formed, one she was familiar with dealing with him. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” she whimpered. His movements stayed the same, nothing changing. And just like that, she squirted all over his sheets again. 

“There you go nasty bitch. Gimme that nut.” he rubbed her clit as she squirted. 

“Fuck!!!” she screamed, her legs shaking but she held on. 

“Stay just like that. I got something for you.” he stood back up walking to the other side of the bed. “Come here.” she let her ankles go, scooting to the edge of the bed where he was. “Lay on your back. Put your head over the bed. You’re going to let daddy fuck your throat.” he said. She opened her mouth, bringing her knees to her chest as he smirked. 

“Fuck.. just like that,” he whispered. He pulled his sweat pants lower, his dick popping out meeting her face to face. She grabbed it placing it in her mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum. 

She swirled her tongue around the tip, before deep-throating him. “Fuck..” he grunted moving his hips forward and backward. He leaned forward to rub on her clit, causing her to moan. With the strength she had, she started to move her head in a circular motion, taking him down her throat. Saliva drooled down her face as she open her legs wider for him to have m or access to her. 

“There you go. Such a good slut for daddy,” he said looking down at her as she took him all in. 

She looked amazing in this position in his eyes. Using his free hand, he grabbed her breast, twisting the nipple around his index finger and thumb. She slowed down, taking her time with his dick while slowly deep-throating him. 

“Are you going to nut on my face daddy? You gonna give me that nut?” she said giving him a hand job. 

“I’ll nut down that slutty ass throat. Stop playing with me,” he said slapping her pussy a few times. He let out a few deep moans when she had him deep in her throat. He was balls deep in her throat, sure enough hoping for a nut. 

“Look at you making that dick disappear. Only a real slut knows how to do that,” he whispered to himself but she heard it. She went back at a faster pace, taking it out a few times and spitting on it to make it even sloppier. The combination of her saliva-filled mouth and him fucking her throat, she was sure as hell guaranteed to get a large nut delivered. 

“You want this dick in that tight pussy? Huh? You want daddy to beat that pussy up to your cream is on this dick?” he asked her. Just the thought of being fucked like she was earlier was making her wetter, even earning Erik a moan around his dick. 

“Fuuck.. keep fucking going.” he moaned out slowly thrusting in and out of her throat. 

“Fuck... I’m finna nut... I’m finna-” his moan cut his sentence short as a fat warm load was delivered down her throat. But from the position, she was in, she started to choke from how much it was. She popped his dick straight out of her mouth before swallowing it all completely. She sat up showing him that she swallowed it all.

Damn.. he really hit the jackpot with this one...

_______________________

They showed up to the party late. It was expected since they spent the entire night fooling around with each other. It was like every single time one of them tapped out, the other would do something to make the other one go. It was a never-ending cycle until they received a call from Omariana that they were outside banging on the door.

They arrived at the party, and a lot of people recognized who Erik was. But as expected, people were shocked to see her there. They knew who she was, they just didn’t expect to see her there. People complimented the girls on how well they did at the event.

“You good?” Erik asked her, seeing that she was getting a little anxious. She nodded her head.

“Yeah… just feel like I’m out of my element a little,” she told him as he chuckled.

“I can tell. Just tell me when you’re ready to go and we can bounce,” he told her as she smiled at him.

“How do you know so many people? I feel like every person we walked past done said something to you.” she joked with him as he smirked back at her.

“I’m really just that nigga.” he whispered in her ear over the music. She pushed him back as he laughed.

“Nah, I’m just kidding. People buy from me. I’m the plug on campus.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. She completely forgot about that. Mariana and the twins would always buy from him. And it explains the endless supply of weed he has.

“Huh. I forgot about that.”

“Yup.. tuition has to be paid some way or another.” he chuckled. She stood up fixing her skirt. “Where you going?”

“Chill. I’m going to the bathroom real quick. The liquor is going through me.” she laughed as he nodded.

After wandering around, she found the bathroom. After peeing, she was washing her hands when she heard a knocking on the door. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a paper towel before opening the door. She was expecting to see a girl drunk maybe, but it turned out as Travis. Did he really just follow me in here?

“(Y/N)? Wait lemme-”

“Travis I really don’t have anything to say to you,” she said to him walking passed him. He grabbed her wrist as she stopped and turned around snatching it away from him. 

“I’m sorry but let me just explain myself. What I said the other day, I didn’t mean it. You know me all too well to know I wouldn’t say anything like that.” he explained himself but she rolled her eyes. 

“But that’s the thing... you did say it. And not just that, you started a fight with Erik for no reason.” she snapped at him. 

“Okay, and I’m sorry about that. But you don’t know Erik like I do,” he said to her. 

“Yeah, lemme guess. He fucks with multiple women, and cheats on them,” she said as he sighed. 

“No, but-”

“If there is anyone I shouldn’t trust, it’s you. You literally slept with Aliyah knowing that she and Erik were a thing.” she snapped at him. “Whatever you have to say about him, let me figure that out on my own. Forreal.” she turned back around but he walked in front of her. 

“Look at you! He’s literally changing you. Smoking weed, drinking and going to parties. This isn’t you!” 

“See, if you hadn’t ghosted me, you’d know that I wanted to do that way before Erik was even a thought. You’re only talking like this because my crush on you is done. Not once have you ever cared about my well-being and what I had going on so why the hell do you care now?” she snapped at him. 

“Everything good?” That voice was all too familiar for (Y/N). She turned around and saw Aliyah coming behind her. 

“Great. I was just leaving.” 

“Oh... you want to talk about me fucking Aliyah but your fucking her ex. What kinda friend are you?” he snapped back at her. “You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

“You’re fucking Erik!?” Aliyah exclaimed getting in between the two. 

“Aliyah, please. You were fucking Travis even when you knew I had feelings for him. Then, you had the audacity to freaking tell him. You know what... I’m not entertaining y’all right now.” she went to step away but Aliyah stepped in front. 

“No no. We’re addressing this now.”

Erik noticed that (Y/N) was taking way too long in the bathroom. He stood up from the seat, looking up at the stairs to see a crowd forming. Following the noise, he ran up the stairs past the people to see Aliyah and Travis arguing with her. 

“You’ve literally chosen his side the entire time not giving a fuck what I have to say, but the whole time you are doing the exact same shit I’m doing!” Travis yelled at her. 

“How the - you literally fucked her while they were still dating and y’all were still friends. Aliyah and I are no longer friends!” she yelled back. 

“Nigga, what the fuck did I tell you!?” Erik yelled pushing him back so he was against the wall. 

“Erik forgets about it. Let’s leave.” (Y/N) said grabbing his arm. 

“Bitch are you serious!?” Aliyah exclaimed walking towards her. Erik stepped in between the two of them before Aliyah scoffed. 

“And you’re not finna step to shit.”

“Really Erik? So that’s how you’re getting back at me? By fucking my ex-friend? I feel sorry for you, silly hoe. He’s playing you and you’re dumb ass hell for falling for it.” she snapped at her. 

“Yo shut the fuck up.”

“Nah, she’s telling the truth. You out of all people, and he’s never paid you any mind till now.” Travis replied back. Erik couldn’t even process what he had said next, but his fist connected with Travis’s face in an instant. 

It sent him to the ground before Erik got on top of him. “Oh my god! Erik!’ she yelled, about to grab him but thankfully Jakeen and Kobe pulled him off of him. “Erik chill!” Jakeen said as they pushed him against the wall. (Y/N) looked at Travis to see his entire face and his shirt drenched in his blood. A part of her felt bad for the poor kid but the other half felt content. 

“Bitch ass nigga, you’re only mad that I’m telling the fucking truth,” he said standing up.

“Nah fuck that! How the fuck do you ruin my relationship with this bitch and try to ruin it with (Y/N). You a jealous ass nigga.” he snapped at him. “Both of y’all are some stuck-up ass hoes!” he yelled.

“I’m not about to do this.” she turned around walking back down the stairs. She saw Omariana standing at the door talking with some girls from the dance team. 

“Can you take me home?” she asked her. Omariana looked back at her but her smile faded when she saw her best friend on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/N), what happened. Where is Erik?” she looked back at the top of the stairs to see the crowd that had formed where Erik and Travis got into an argument. 

“I-I’ll explain but can we just leave. Please. I-I need to think.” she said. Omariana looked at her hands to see that she was shaking. 

“Of course, here’s the keys to the car. Lemme grab my things and we can bounce,” she said handing the keys to her. She walked outside to see Omariana’s red jeep by the curb. She went to open it on the passenger side but she saw Erik running towards her.

“(Y/N) stop! Wait, I know how it sounds but that shit ain’t true!” he said running to her side of the car. 

“Erik-”

“No. Look. I know how that sounds and I know you’ve been skeptical at the beginning. That shit might sound like it makes sense but it’s not. You know-”

‘Erik! Get the hell away from my damn car! Do you not see she’s not in the state to talk right now. She’s drunk out of her mind! You’re gonna trigger an anxiety attack!” Omariana yelled running to her car. 

“Oh, my fuck- Omariana shut the hell up! I’m not talking to you!” he snapped at her. (Y/N) hit his chess. 

“Don’t talk to her like that. The hell is wrong with you.” (Y/N) snapped back, defending her best friend. Erik sighed before turning back to Omariana.

“Omariana I apologize. May I talk to my girlfriend in peace, please?” he asked her in a more calm tone. Omariana looked a tad bit shocked at the statement. It’s not like Erik’s to apologize. 

“You have three minutes or I’m running you over. And I’ll be in earshot range so once she says leave you better get to moving.” Erik rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

Wow, even a thank you. 

Omariana squinted his eyes at him before going behind the jeep. 

“Look. Don’t listen to them okay. You and I are the only ones who know what we have going on. He stopped me after you left the parking lot earlier wanting to talk to you and I told him that I didn’t want you talking to him, especially after knowing how he felt about you now.” he defended himself. “Look, if you wanna take some time to think about it, I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ll wait but just look at the whole picture. Please..” he said putting his hands on her cheek to make her look at him. 

“I just need a few moments to clear my head. Please.” she looked him in the eye as he nodded. He kissed her on the forehead before stepping away. Omariana came into view with her arms crossed as Erik looked at her. 

“See... I’m done. And I’m gone.” he gave her one last look before meeting Jakeen on the patio. Omariana opened the door for her as (Y/N) stepped in. 

“Tell me everything.” 

___________________

@life-in-the-slut-house @gloglamsparks @waveynaee @lalaooopsie @luvvjada @nccu-rnc @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @leahnicole1219 @meeksmillsfenchfries @hinatasfleshlight @kokokonako @junie04 @sourbabynaee @sociallyawkward18 @raysunshine78 @justgetitoverwith0 @lishabaybee @rbhp @ladymac82 @musicismeb @keviekevswife1 @chaneajoyyy​ @youlovechicky​  @sexicherri3 @amirra88 @jameica17695 @lishabaybee @softleoblue @automaticdragonmugalien @lynaye1993 @eterrealluvrr @xsweetdellzx @ajenae @forevermoremagcon @babbydollaaassignn @ziayamikaelson @blmcd57110 @kaireads2020 @ts1mp0ne @luvvvjada @cozyashhh​

Want to be added to my tag list? Click HERE

#erik killmonger smut #Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #erikstevens imagine #wakanda #black panther

[eye-raq]

#amethyst1993 #killmonger imagine #black panther #killmonger x reader #killmonger #black panther fanfiction #amethyst1993 erikstevens emberfiction

[clearlydiamondz]

Mr. and Mrs. Coleman

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

- - - - - - - - - -

Erik and (Y/N) are assassins for opposite quarters. The two are paired together to kill each other, but love and lust has snuck it’s way into the two relationship. 

Warning: Fighting, strong language, SMUT

- - - - - - - - - -

Nicole and Dereck Coleman were the new couple on the block. All of the surrounding neighbors enjoyed their presence. Even though they only known each other for over a year, they decided to get married and move in with each other. Some might say that they were moving too fast, but there is no such thing as moving fast if you aren’t in love. Oh so they thought. 

The big hand hit 6 on the analog clock that hang over the arch way of the kitchen. She took the glazed ham out of the over, placing it on the stove as she took off her red mittens. She sighed looking at the watch on her wrist. He should've been here an hour ago. Paranoia ran through out her body, making sure she had a gun in close distance of her person.

This mission was one of her longest missions she has ever taken. It was pitiful really. She was suppose to get information on him about a year and a half ago. She knew that this particular mission was going to be one of her hardest. He was good and could be a great manipulator. Everyone either feared him or was obsessed. But there was just something about him that she couldn't just shake off. Maybe it was the way he could silence a room just by his presence. Or even just the way he looked at her like she was on the only girl in the world. And God knows how handsome he made this man. She could just stare at him all day and be content. She couldn't bring herself to kill him.

Yes, after the information was received he was supposed to be killed. She already received it, but she didn't turn it in or killed him. It was like everyday that passed it was harder for her to complete it. How could she?

But today was going to be the day. She was going to finally kill Erik. She just didn't know how or when. But she was going to do it one way or another.

- - - - - - - - - -

Erik sat in front of the grocery store, listening to the rain hit the roof of the car. He looked at the pistol that he had in his lap. His jaw clenched in frustration that he couldn't manage to do it. He has never had an issue with getting a mission done. There was just something about her that he couldn’t get out of his head to let him finish. 

It could be how confident she was, it was in her voice and the way she walked. How gorgeous she was, even when she thought it was her worse he swore she gets more gorgeous by the day. Maybe how smart she was.  She was always reading some new article about what was happening in the science community, standing on the porch with her telescope looking at the different planets and constellations. 

The mission was simple. Get information, and kill her. Be her husband for a certain amount of time then kill her. Everyone at the quarters told him that it was gonna be one of the hardest missions of his life, due to the fact that she was one of the best. She was known in every district around the world.

He heard his phone ringing, grabbing it from the cup holder he saw it was her name. He answered it and put his airpods in. “Hi Gorgeous, what’s up?” he asked her. 

“Nothing much. I just finished cook and was wondering when you were coming home. I was a little worried.” she said to him. He smiled, knowing that their was a bit of truth in it. But not that truth. Maybe it was, he could old hope. 

“I’m on my way now, they needed me to stay in for an extra moment and I got caught up in the rain.” he reassured her. 

“Oh, I was worried. Don’t be on the phone though. Ion need you to get hurt.” she said as he chuckled. 

“Okay mother.”

“Boy bye. Love you.”

“Love you too.” the phone hang up as he looked at the screen go black.

- - - - - - - - - -

She placed her gun under the seat next to where he usually sat then walked to the sink. (Y/N) starred at him through the kitchen window, wondering what he was going to do. It was complete paranoia with these two. Always wondering if they other was going out. She heard the front door open. “Nicole!” he heard her ‘name’ being yelled. “Dereck is that you?” she yelled from the kitchen. He walked in smelling the nice smelling dinner. 

“Smells good.” he came behind her kissing her shoulder as she smiled. She hated that she enjoyed any type of contact with him. 

“I made your favorite.” he looked over the pot to see that it was gumbo. He smiled. To be a skilled assassin, this woman sure knew how to throw down in the kitchen. 

“You go get yourself situated and I’ll make you a plate.” she kissed his cheek. His cheek heated up. 

“Fuck.” he said to himself. 

“You said something baby?” (Y/N) asked him. 

“Nope.”

The two of them sat in the dining room eating as no one said a word. The only sounds being heard was the sounds of their spoons and forks hitting the glass bowls. The both of them kept sneaking glances of the other one in hopes that the other one spoke. But it was just quiet. 

The two of them were finished. (Y/N) stood up, about to grab his plate but her grabbed her arm. Immediately she was alerted. “What’s wrong my love?” she said. He chuckled. He loved when she called him that.

“I know who you are... (Y/N).”

It took her three seconds to process what he said, but only a split one to pull her gun with a silencer from her side dropping the glass on the floor. He was quicker though, grabbing his gun placing it between her eyes. He smirked. 

“Finally, I wonder what is taking you so long to kill me.” 

“I guess we are both on the same page.” she told him. He furrowed his eyebrows together before she said, “You can’t kill me.” she said. “You don’t want to.” he took the safety off. 

“You must not know me.” he said his tone now deadly. “I’ll leave your ass for-”

“I guess I don’t know you. The stories I hear about Killmonger is more ruthless.” she smirked at him. She was trying to get under his skin. Bruise his ego just a little bit.

“I will kill you.” he snapped. There was silence. She started to whistle looking everywhere but his eyes. 

“If you can’t I’ll do it.” she trailed off.

“(Y/N) shut the fuck-: She brought her hand up moving it out of her face. She grabbed it, but he had grabbed her by the throat, slamming her on the table as she gasped. His grip became tighter as she grabbed his wrist. She left her legs, draping them over his shoulders.

She turned her weight as he fell onto the floor, wincing from the glass she dropped earlier. She caught herself before placing her foot on his neck and pointing the gun at him. “I’m going to kill you now so-” she yelled out in pain wen a piece of glass was shoved into her calve. 

“Fuck!” she exclaimed falling onto the floor. He got on top of her, pulling the gun out of her grip, pointing it at her. She saw her gun under the chair. She grabbed it shooting him in his side, trying not to fatally shoot him. He yelled in agony, grabbing the gun from her throwing it so she couldn’t get to it. The both of them went for each other throat, chocking each other out. Considering she was smaller, her air flow was low. She became dizzy so she leaned up a bit him in arm and wouldn’t let go till he did. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. She gasped as she was finally able to breath. “Did you just fucking bite me!?”

“You were choking me! What else was I suppose to do?”

“You’re a trained assassin. Probably one of the best and you’re go to move is to   fucking bit me!?” he exclaimed she rolled her eyes sitting up.

“In all honesty, there really is no rules for fighting.”

“I know for a fact that’s not how you fight.” he said. “Biting and shit, and you don’t want to kill me either.” She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t argue about that. Even if she lied, he’d know.

She sat up looking at the puddle of blood that they were in. It was a mixture of both of their blood but more his than hers. 

“We should probably clean ourselves.”

After bandaging herself, she was helping Erik stitch up his wonders. He sat shirtless, on the bathroom counter. “What gave it away that I was trying to kill you?” he asked her. She looked at him. 

“When you were eager to move in with me after only knowing me for three months.” she said wrapping the bandage around a few more times. He took a sip from the Jack Daniels bottle before looking at her.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked her. She chuckled looking at him. 

“Who said I wasn’t?” she walked out the bathroom with a limp. He followed her. 

“Excuse- wait. So are you really considering killing me? Are you fuck-”

“It’s either you or me. And it’s not going to be me.” she told him.

Now it was his turn to get underneath her skin. He smirked, “You’re afraid aren’t you.” she stopped in her tracks, turning around quickly. 

“Scared? Scared of who?” she asked him as he chuckled. “It’s okay (Y/N). But if you even try to step at me I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Hesitate to kill me again. Admit it, you wanna kill me but you’re. a. bitch.: she said stabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger making him scoff. 

“I ain’t no bitch. If you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t have helped me.”

“And how do you know I wasn’t trying to kill when I shot you?” she asked him. 

“Once you grabbed the gun you could’ve shot me anywhere. You chose my side because it was the most safe and convenient.” he said. She didn’t say nothing. “So who’s the-: she squeezed his side, as he yelled out in pain. 

“I suggest you shut up now.”

Erik was officially done with her shit. He grabbed her by the neck, pushing her into the wall as she groaned. 

“Admit it. You’re either scared, you really do want me or it’s both.” he said smirking at her. 

“This was the worst time to be getting turned on. He noticed the shift in her attitude. They've never had sex, but they have fooled around with each other. Enough for him to pick up signs when she’s turned on. He wasn’t sure if this was a play for her to catch him off guard, but then he realized if she truly wanted him dead he would have been dead. 

He kissed her as she him back. He let go, lifting her up the wall by her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. The two of them kissed with so much dominance, neither of them was letting up. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her more into the wall. She bit his lip pulling away as she slowly opened her eyes. He walked her to their bed, throwing her on it. 

She sat up taking off her silk tank top, throwing it across the room showing him her bare chest as he licked his lips at her. She grabbed the waistline of his bottoms, pulling him closer as he grabbed her face.

“Yeah, I’ma fix your ass.” he whispered to her. He pushed her onto the bed, grabbing her matching shorts ripping them off of her body. She laid naked, anticipating his next move. He placed kisses in her inner thigh, every few seconds biting it softly.

A soft moaned escaped her lips, as her hands found his way to the top of his head. “You want something from me?” he asked her looking her dead in the eye. 

“Yeah and you know exactly what it is, so stop fuck-” he bit her again as she gasped at the pain then moaned. Erik could damn near smell her arousal. He looked down at it, seeing her wetness on her lips. Some of it smeared on her inner thighs. With his index and middle fingers, he separated her lips watching her get wetter. She sat up on her elbows, biting her lip at the sensation. 

“First thing first, watch your fuckin mouth or you ain’t getting nothing.” he told her. She stayed silent, her eyes clouded with lust. He smirked at her. “So that’s what I gotta do to your fine ass. Don’t come unless I say.” Before she could say okay, his tongue laid flat on her clit then took a long lick tasting her sweetness. She gasped looking down at him. 

“So wet and sweet.” he whispered to himself. His thumb went into her entrance as she looked at him desperately. He pulled it out, his thumb so wet that it dripped down his palm. “Pussy so tight. If I know this is what you had sitting between ya legs I would’ve been fucked you.” he said. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it like it was his own personal pacifier. 

“Oooh fuck!” she moaned closing her eyes and biting her lips. 

“Open your fucking eyes.” he told her. Slowly she opened it to see him staring up at her, a dangerous but a sexiest look. His tongue trailed down to her entrance, her bucking her hips to allow her to fuck his tongue. 

“Yes, letting me fuck your tongue? Nasty ass nigga.” she groaned. Her wetness dripped down between her ass cheeks.

“Use my mouth bitch.”

That’s all he had to say. She grabbed the back of his head, whining her hips against his tongue. His nose rubbed against her clit, causing a friction against it. 

“Mmm baby.”  With her other hand she played with her nipples, Erik reaching up playing with the other one. Her eye started to twitch, thinking she was about to cum, he pulled away using her ring and middle finger he placed them inside of her making a come here motion with his fingers.

“Right there! Fuck don’t s-stop.” her head threw back as he smirked at her. 

“You better not cum. What the fuck did I tell you?” he asked, bringing his tongue to lick her clit. 

“I wanna cum all over your tongue. I’m so fucking close.” she begged him. Oh he liked this. All his actions stopped. He sat up as she looked at him in shock. His fingers stayed still and her clit throbbed. He could physically see it, wanting more than to just put it back.

“What the fuck?” she asked him. 

“Beg me.” was all he said before she bit her lip. 

“Please daddy. Can I cum please? I just wanna cum on your tongue.” she said as he shook his head. 

“You must not want it that bad. That ain’t shit.” he said to her, about to take his fingers out but she grabbed his wrist making him stare at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me..” she whispered. That peaked his interest. 

“Oh yeah..” his finger slowly started to thrust into her as she moaned. 

“Yess daddy. Whatever you want.” she moaned. Before he could say anything, her mount opened but nothing came out. She came all over his lips. 

“Shit!” she moaned out. She tried pushing him away but he wouldn’t let up.

“Fuck you taste so good.” he moaned continuing to eat her. She attempted to push him away, her clit being sensitive just by the tip of his nose, but he pulled away slapping her clit. 

“Move your fucking hand. I wanna eat it.” he said, continuing to eat her. 

“Erik!” she gasped bucking her hips. He finally pulled away, lips and beard wet with wetness, him looking happy and content. She sat up grabbing his jaw before licking her juices from his lips before kissing him again. Her tongue rolled against his, tasting herself as she moaned. He pulled away to look at her. 

“You know what you asking for girl. I do whatever I wanna do, you gonna be in some trouble.” he told her tracing her lip with his thumb. She leaned down, rubbing his dick through his basketball shorts. 

“I know that you know that I love trouble, Erik.” she whispered, grabbing it tighter. His jaw clenched as she smirked from his reaction 

The way she said his name and they was she was looking at him should be a sin. 

She looked down, pulling the waist band down for his dick to spring out, moving up and down from being freed. She looked at his dick licking her lips. 

She wasn’t surprised at the size of it because she happen to see it sometimes if he was in the shower or sometimes through his basketball shorts or sweatpants. But she was more surprised by how beautiful it looked. 

“Damn... all this dick just for me?” she asked him, stroking him a bit. His tongue licked his bottom lip staring at her were low doughy eyes. Her other hand trailed behind the back of his neck before she smashed her lips into his. 

The two kissed passionately as she stroked him off harder. “Fuck you’re too fucking sexy.” he said pulling away. “Gone head and get on your knees.” he stepped back to give her some room and to kick of his shorts that were on his mid thigh.

She stood up, getting off the bed before she got on her knees with her knees spread apart. “You have such a beautiful dick Erik.” she said playing with her nipple, and holding him at the base.

“Yeah? You gonna make this dick cum, huh?” 

She kissed the tip, looking him straight in the eye daring not to break contact. She wrapped her lips around the sip suck it and twirling her tongue around it. Erik winced at the sensitivity, loving and hating the feeling. ‘

“Daddy tryna feed you the dick mamas, don’t play with it.” he told her after a minute. She finally decided to take him all the way down in a slow motion to throw him off. His dick hit the back of her throat each time as he moaned loudly. 

“Fuck.. like that? You don’t even have to warn up for this dick.” he whispered astonished. She added her hand, moving it in a twisting motion and twisting her head. Her speed got faster, as her saliva dripped down her chin and down her bare chest. 

His eyes was closed and his face was towards the ceiling. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing her faster but she kept up not even gagging. All through out the room you can only hear the gawk sound from her slurping.

He pulled away before bending down, grabbing her jaw and kissing him. The head was so good, he had to kiss her midway though.

 The kiss was nice and sloppy, her clit damn near throbbing. His tongue swirling around hers not caring about the saliva around her mouth. She moaned in the kiss, as he pulled away looking at her rub her clit. She looked at him. “Did I say you could fuck yourself?” he asked her.

“No daddy, but my pussy is just so wet.” she said. “See?” she took her fingers out, her middle finger and index finger covered in her juices. She took her index finger and tasted her self.  Before she could do the same, he grabbed her hand so that he could suck her finger.

She bit her lip looking at him and when he was finished, she grabbed his face kissing him again.He pulled away before saying, “Close your legs and put your hands in your lap. All I want is your neck and your mouth bitch.” he said. 

She closed her legs, her thighs rubbing together for friction. She placed her hands on her thick thighs, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. He entered her, holding her in place as he used her mouth.

Tears rolled down her face as she had the back of her throat attacked. She never knew she would want to be used like this but she loved it. He pushed her head against the bed, before shoving his dick all the way down her throat, her not making a noise. 

“Fuck.. you gonna make me c-cum down your throat.” he moaned out, thrusting his hips. She moaned, sending the vibrations through her suck. And just like that he emptied himself all in her mouth. When he pulled out, his dick was covered in cum and saliva as it trailed down her chest.

Erik looked down at her, smiling at the way she looked. He was used to her looking clean and precise even when she went to sleep wearing expensive PJ’s, eye masks, specialized bonnets. Not a hair out of place.

Right now, she looked properly used. Her hair was a mess, her eyes watered making her mascara run down her face, and her lips were nice and swollen from sucking his dick.

“You look gorgeous all ways but right now you look so beautiful, baby girl.” he said. “I can’t kill you now, head too good to kill you.” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. He picked her up, putting her on the bed as she scooted back to the middle. He climbed on top, settling between her legs. He grabbed his dick slapping it against her clit. 

Her eyes locked with his as he placed his tip at the entrace slowly entering. He saw her reaction as he slipped in, her gasping at the feeling of him stretching her. “Fuck, she’s just eating this dick up ain’t she?” Erik said, leaning down and moving slowly. She moaned, closing her eyes. Erik placed his arms on the tip of her head while the other one held himself up. 

“Open your eyes. I wanna see how good I’m fucking you.” he said. She slowly opened her eyes, as her jaw dropped. It was like his dick was getting bigger inside her and messaging her walls at the same time. His whole dick was wet with her juices. She was speechless. 

“Goddamn this pussy so fucking good. This what you been hiding from me huh? Keeping this good pussy away from me.” he asked her in an aggressive tone making her clench him. 

“Take your pussy daddy. This your pussy baby.” she said, looking him in the face. He smiled. Genuinely smiled. He knew at that moment, she was dick whipped. Hell he was pussy whipped even before he got in her shit.

“I know.” he kissed up her jaw as his pace started to get faster. “Ooh fuck. My pussy so wet for you.” she whimpered. He pulled out, standing up on the side of the bed. He grabbed her ankles pulling her to the edge and entering her again. He wrapped his hands around her neck, as he fucked her. 

“Shit! Erik...” she moaned rubbing her clit.

“Such a good girl letting me do whatever I want to you. Your my slut ain’t you?” he asked her as she nodded. His hands tightened. “Speak.”

“Yes daddy. I’m your slut.” she said through her breaths. He leaned down kissing her, her rubbing harder as her toes curled in the air. “Daddy, I’m going to cum.” she said. She rubbed her clit faster as she squirted all over her torso. 

“Yeahhh that’s it. Squirt on my dick you slutty bitch.” he pulled out, moving her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her clit placing his two fingers, fucking her just like that. 

Her eyes clenched, and her mouth opened, she squirted in his mouth, him drinking it all. “Fuck you nasty ass nigga!” she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably. He stood up, picking her up as she wrapped his arms around his neck. He pushed them against the wall, lightning himself up with her again before slamming into her. 

“Fuck!” They said in unison. 

“I love this pussy. I’m taking this whenever I want you understand.”

“Please daddy...” she whispered with her head in the crook of his neck. Everything about this man et her whole body on fire. He was making her body do things that she didn’t know was possible. “I love this big ass dick. It makes my pussy feel so good.” she whimpered.

“Oh really?”

“And it looks so good going in and out of me. That’s my dick.” The feeling of this position and her dirty talk was getting him close. 

After a couple more thrusts, he pulled out, the cum dripping down to the floor as he moaned.  His dick was still hard. He took her to the bed, pushing her onto bed, he turned around so that she was on her stomach. 

“Arch your fucking back. I ain’t done with your ass yet.” he warned her. She followed his instructions as he slapped her ass. 

“Fuck. Shit so beautiful.” he whispered lining himself up behind her. He pushed all the way in as she dug her nails into the blanket. 

“Mmm Erik. Fuck me just like that.” she met his slow thrusts as he messaged both of her ass cheeks. His pace went fastened, her ass clapping back at him. 

“Damn girl, wet ass pussy.” he whispered. He went faster and harder, her feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her moans were so loud, he fell in love with the sound. 

He stood still, smacking her ass again. “Gone head and fuck this dick all by yourself. I know you can.” 

Without a second though, she started to throw her ass back on him. All he could do was look at his dick covered in her cream and the way her ass bounced back on him. 

He reached over, grabbing her neck pulling up, her back touching his check. One of his wrapped around the neck as the other one trailed in the front of her.He messaged her boobs as he continued to fuck her.

“Tell daddy you’re sorry for shooting him. Go head.” he whispered to her. She could barely get a word out. His hands went further down before they were at her clit rubbing it as she moaned. 

“D-Daddy I’m sorry. F-Fuck!” she yelled, as she squirted once again. He held her in place, fucking her through her orgasm. 

“You still wanna kill me? I should take this dick away for saying some dumb ass shit like that.” he grunted tightening her hands around him. 

“Please no. I don’t wanna kill you. I want that dick.” she begged him as he smirked. 

“I know you do bitch. I been knew that. Can I cum in that pussy?” he asked her as she nodded. He moved his hand to slap her on the ass with this hand he was rubbing her clit with. “What did I say? You answer me when I’m talking to you.” he slowed down to tease her as she moaned.

“Yes baby, cum all in it please.” she whispered. Erik kissed her, as her head was bent all the way back for him to kiss. 

“I’m cumming..” he whispered as she gasped as he went faster. 

“I’m cumming again!” she yelled, cumming all over again.

“F-uck...” he moaned out, his cum filling her up. He let her go as she fell onto the bed in a backshot position. She gave him a view of her pussy filled with his cum as he licked his lip. 

“I got something for your ass.”

- - - - - - - - - -

There was a knock on the door, Erik opening it up to see two police officers standing in front of him. An a man with a younger female. “Can I help you?” Erik asked confused. 

“Hello, we have had some noise complaints. Something about fighting.” The man said as Erik chuckled. 

“Oh no sir. No fighting.” Erik told him. The female officer didn’t believe him saying,

“So how did you get those bruises on your neck?” Right on cue, (Y/N) came from around the corner.

“Everything alright- oh no. What happened?” she said. The police officers looked at her to see her neck and thighs looked exactly like his. 

“We were checking up, neighbors heard what sounded like fighting.”

“Oh.. um we weren’t fighting.” (Y/N) said as the police officer cleared her throat. 

“Well we see the bruises mam.” she said as (Y/N) pretended to blush.

“Oh well see, my husband and I can get a little... aggressive when we have relations with each other. If you know what I mean.” she said as the man cleared his throat and the officer blushed. 

“O-Oh. Well be more quieter guys. Sorry to bother you.” They dismissed themselves as Erik shut the door. Erik turned to look at her before laughing. 

“It’s not funny Erik.”

“It kinda is.”

- - - - - - - - - -

@junie04 @sourbabynaee @meekmillsfrenchfries @hinatasfleshlight @kokokonako @sociallyawkward18 @raysunshine78 @justgetitoverwith0 @lishabaybeee-blog @rbhp @ladymc82 @musicisme333

If you want to be added to the tag list, click HERE!

- - - - - - - - - -

#killmonger x reader #killmonger smut #erik stevens #smut #black panther #erik stevens smut #erik stevens x reader #erikstevens imagine #wakanda

[clearlydiamondz]

ion know…. i kinda wanna write a medical drama themed about Erik… thoughts please?

#erik kilmonger x reader #erikstevens imagine #erik stevens smut #erik stevens x reader

[eye-raq]

Ember 11.

Erik’s conflict.

In short, this is a co writing fic with my baby @panthergoddessbast she has helped me out ALOT with where this is going and how it’s ending. Thanks to all of those who have been with me every step of the way, loving my writing, commenting, reblogging. This one is gonna pull at some emotions from you guys, I just hope you enjoy.

[I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death. ]

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Excuse me!!!”

The voices slowed down to a low whisper.

“I know the wine and appetizers are delicious, but it’s time to begin the private event!”

The entire room began to laugh, the plastered smiles of all the rich black folk giving Cyprine a wide smile. Dressed in a sexy backless slit dress colored wine red, chocolate skin acting as the perfect contrast, Cyprine waited with her fancy cue cards and microphone. She had the important job of hosting Fashion Through The Ages, one of the Getty Centers most popular private events.

“Let me introduce to you all the new Lead Curator, Cyprine Lewis!”

Cyprine put on her professional smile, walking out to main stage in a catlike fashion. She waves at the crowd of people clapping, bringing the microphone to her mouth. That action alone silenced everyone, more than the guy who talked before her.

“Hello hello! welcome to Fashion Through The Ages. Today we will join fashion historian and art muse, Sara Holmes, as she explores the museum’s collection through the lens of costume to consider issues of gender, society, and history through the ages. This promises to be a fun way to consider the Getty collection while thinking about fashions past and present.”

Cyprine motions to side stage, “please give a round of applause to Miss Sara Holmes!”

The entire room raised their glasses and clapped, Sara Holmes approaching dressed in Fendi from head to toe. The women always had the best designer, but she was tacky with colors. Following behind her, was a man in all forms.Tall, chocolate, thick and toned, a head full of waves that shined with a beard to match, wearing a tailored tuxedo with a simple black bow tie was Lorenz Allen. Entrepreneur, philanthropist, and Director. Cyprine caught his eye, watching him wink with those long lashes and that million dollar smile. He sponsored a lot of events through the Getty Center, so Cyprine expected that he would show up.

“Thank y’all for coming out. It really moves me when everyone can come together to support a cause, but at the same time enjoy yourselves and the beautiful art that the Getty Center has to offer.” He points a single finger at C.C, that finger wrapped in a gold ring set with diamonds. None of which meant anything of matrimonial significance

I bet those rings would feel good around my throat. She thought.

“I don’t think you all gave this beautiful, successful women here enough praise! She planned this event out, worked her ass off!”

The audience gave her the credit she deserved. Cyprine blushed, speaking her thanks into the microphone.

“No, thank you.” He stresses, his eyes only on her. Cyprine could see what he was trying to do, that’s all that mattered anyway.

“Thank you Mr. Allen, and thank you to everyone who came today to support this private charity event! Now, let us get started with the exhibits!” After a final round of applause, the lights dimmed and multiple spot lights along with music began to start up. A small fashion show on behalf of the guest of honor started, women and men wearing fashion from the renaissance era to start. All models were of different ethnicities, and some also apart of the LGBTQ community.

Cyprine watched the entire thing unfold, pride coming over her. With pride, came attention, and Lorenz gave Cyprine all of his attention with those dangerous eyes of his.

“C’mere” He whispers.

Cyprine didn’t argue with that, strutting over towards him. The smell of mild Creed Aventus filling her nostrils; bold and memorable.

“Yes?” She folds her arms.

“Keep me company.”

She fights a smile, staring at him with her wide brown eyes.

“Why should I? What makes you think your company is more entertaining than this show?”

“Because you’ve been eye-fucking me for some time now, so I know I got your attention.”

Humming in approval at his impressive response, Cyprine smiles faintly, “what can I say, I like what I see.”

“Same here, babygirl.” He licks his lips quick, Cyprine stared at his tantalizingly pink tongue wishing it was between her legs right now.

“Which is why I would like to take you out on a date tomorrow night, if that’s okay?”

Cyprine and dates didn’t go so well.

There were a few she could vouch for that ended up pretty nicely, but all in all she was single and every last guy she’d dealt with disappointed her to some degree.

“A date.” She repeats his words, eyes in wonder.

“Yeah, a dinner date, with me.”

Lorenz seemed to be a cool guy so Cyprine decided to give it a go, just to see where this takes her.

“Okay, i'll let you take me to dinner. We riding in that blacked out McLaren P1 you got, right?” Cyprine had a keen eye, not just for Lorenz but for cars as well. Her interest in cars that included make and model was all thanks to Erik and his obsession with it.

“Babygirl, it’s whatever you want.” He smiles that gorgeous smile.

“Good, cuz I like to have it my way.”

—————————-

“You’re getting better my man! Keep this up and you could become a professional boxer!”

Erik bends his body over the ropes of the boxing ring at the gym, sweating and dripping from his forehead and the tip of his nose.

“Nah, I’ll keep it strictly for workout purposes.” Erik lifts finally, clutching his ribs from the soreness he felt from constantly receiving blow after blow.

“Pick your punk ass up, homie!” Tre, Erik’s best friend, laughs at him while punching at a speed bag.

“Shut up nigga! I’m not the one who needs picking up! You don’t even know what you doing!” Tre puts his middle finger up at Erik before returning back to his workout.

“Unc, How’s that your nephew and you ain't teach him no tricks?”

TJ, the owner of Champs Boxing and Tre’s uncle puts his hands up in surrender.

“His knucklehead ass didn’t wanna learn, too busy playing them damn video games.”

Erik laughs, clutching his sore chest, “I was right along wit em though, so I can’t talk shit.”

Picking up his Gatorade, Erik takes a long sip, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Tre enters the ring, towel around his neck and durag on his head.

“Bro, who that?”

Erik turns to notice a short caramel skinned women with a nia long cut. She was heavy at the bottom, the yoga pants she wore making her thick ass stand out more. Her sweaty skin glistened and the blaze in her eyes made her look even more tantalizing.

“Damn,” Tre tucked his pouty bottom lip into his mouth.

“She a bad one, might have to check that out before I go.”

Erik recognizes her, even without her glasses.

“Her name is Kaylin, I work with her.” Erik gives her a head nod of acknowledgement, watching as she gives him the same motion, but sexier.

“Why is it that all the FINE ASS WOMAN, gravitate to you?”

Laughing, Erik shoves Tre, “Tre, stop acting like you don’t get pussy.”

“Nah, man you gotta hook me up! She fine as hell with her thick ass.”

Erik pats Tre on the shoulder before turning to exit the ring.

“Don’t always get hypnotized by the ass.” Erik knew first hand about that.

“I can’t help it, a fat ass is my weakness.”

“Erik!”

The two men turn to face a sweaty Kaylin.

“I didn’t know you boxed at Champs! How long?”

“Used to come a while ago, just started back.”

She laughs, the light sound contagious.

“Cool! Maybe you can teach me some things. I’m trying to get the hang of it, the shit isn’t easy.”

“I can help you out sweetheart.” Tre steps up before his best friend could even speak.

“You just as good as E? I saw his moves in the ring and yours wasn’t looking so great on that speed bag.”

Erik couldn’t hold back his chuckle, slightly snorting and all at the way Kaylin played his friend.

“Chill, girl. That’s my nigga, he getting there.” Erik defends Tre.

“No shade, just saying.” Clearly Kaylin wasn’t interested in Tre, all she wanted was that Erik Stevens.

“You coming into the office tomorrow?” She got a little closer, Erik noticing the flushed look of her skin and the sweat glossing her cleavage.

Hell...Kaylin was a cutie.

Erik has eyes.

He could tell a bad bitch from a mile away, nothing wrong with looking. However, Erik wasn’t touching.

“I might, still got some paperwork to finalize.” Erik kept it short and simple.

“Okay, just saying, I’ll be there. We could get lunch or something. Thai food?”

Erik shrugs, “We can make it takeout for the office.”

A look of disappointment clouded her pretty brown eyes, but that only lasted a second.

“Okay! I’ll see you then. Oh! And your treat.”

Erik waves her away, “I got the money, I don’t mind.”

Erik said his final goodbyes before turning towards the locker rooms, leaving a flustered Kaylin behind.

“Like I said, you got these chicks thirsty” Tre had to add his two cents.

————————-

Finally home, kicking off her Saint Laurent heels in a pretty black and silver, Cyprine lets her hair down, smoothing out the pinned up curls with her fingertips, eyes closed, and a deep sigh escaping her mouth.

Not only did the event go as planned, she also snagged a date with Lorenz Allen, the successful black man and eye candy.

She had tomorrow night to look forward to, but right now preparing herself for Erik’s little get together at his place was her main priority. There was a Golden State game happening and finally, Cyprine would meet his other friends besides Tre who she already knew since him and Erik were the closest. Cyprine pulled a bottle of Hennessy XO from her kitchen liquor cabinet that she wanted to gift to Erik since he hadn’t tried it yet. It had a lovely long after taste of cinnamon and vanilla, fragrant with crystallized fruits, spices, and emanations of old leather. Cyprine knew Erik, he valued his drinks and he enjoyed the craft of mixology since he was a licensed one now.

The high pressure shower cleansed her body and the water droplets pricked her skin in the best way. All that ran through her mind was the date she had to look forward to and its possible outcome.

Men.

They could be an absolute disappointment.

Cyprine was single for a reason, she was tired of giving her all to a man and he gave her the minimal. Cyprine ran her fingers over her curly hair, conditioner working it’s magic to clear away her tangles stroke by stroke. With closed eyes, C.C’s mind wandered to her conversation with Erik about the last time they both had sex. She was reminded once again of the heat she felt, how much she missed calling a nigga ‘Daddy’ and getting her pussy fucked from behind.

That pussy is pure velvet heaven, juicy and succulent.

Man...she missed being praised in bed. She was a brat after all; a brat and a princess. Cyprine misbehaved; frequently too and the overpowering urge to be put in her place with some good dick and a sharp nasty tongue ate her from the inside out. She could feel water filling her mouth, snapping her out of the erotic daze she was in. Cyprine forgot where she was, and she forgot that her mouth was under the shower and not on her knees waiting for a dick to choke her out.

———————————

“Yo! You making the chicken nachos, right?”

Erik smiles faintly, slightly shaking his head as he cut the fresh mozzarella cheese in thin slices, plating it along with the mixed Mexican cheeses.

“Chicken nachos, shrimp nachos, veggie nachos…”

He wiped his fingers on a damp towel, reaching for some cheese to snack on while the sliced chicken breast simmered in the pot.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful nigga and call Jae, Malachi, and Torrey to see if they’re on the way.”

Tre hopped off the counter, walking away with a smart remark that Erik didn’t care to respond to. The game had just started, and the Jaguar Den already had snacks and all the drink essentials. The alone time gave Erik the chance to respond to Kimora’s naughty texts. They’ve been going back and forth never ending with this or that questions, and coming up with sexy scenarios they would like to be apart of. She was silly, fun, alluring, daring, confident, smart, and addicting.

-Tell me you aren’t wearing any underwear.

Sorry lover boy, it’s a thong.

He chuckles, biting his lip while adding a little garlic butter to the chicken.

-what the panties smell like? I bet your pussy smell like lavender oil and rose water right now.

This time around it smells like my homemade blueberry bliss body cream.

-that shit sound like a fruit roll up flavor lol.

LOL—Would you lick a fruit roll up off my pussy?!

-Without a second thought. Prolly taste better than that nasty ass flavored lube.

I’m sure it would, my pussy already sweet and sticky, Erik.

-So since it’s like that I’m making it a fucking command for that pussy to be eaten by me whenever I want it.

That’s cool with me, I like my pussy ate. Make sure you suck on it everywhere…that shit drives me wild.

His teeth dragged over his lip, a low groan vibrating his throat. He could feel the arousal in his fingertips, but it was stronger in his dick. It ran hot over his long stick like electricity to a wire. He felt his phone buzz, forgetting to send a reply back, he was that stuck.

I had my entire pussy covered in peach preserves before. I have these crazy cravings for peaches, so he spread it all over my pussy and sucked it off.

GOTDAMN.

Erik. Calm. Down.

“You good, E?”

Erik whipped his head around a little to harshly, startled by Tre’s unexpected arrival.

“I was until you creeped up on me like that! You know niggas couldn’t do that back at home, right?”

“Nigga I still live in Oakland! You the one that moved out.”

Shaking his head, Erik prayed to himself that the erection he had would go the fuck away.

Think about blood and guts, or fungus.

That always seemed to work, he was good as new.

-Kimora. I’d suck anything from honey, syrup, jelly, sugar, and whipped cream off that motherfucking pussy.

“Guess who showed up?!!”

Cyprine enters the kitchen, curly hair up in a bun, silver hoops in her ears, jeans so tight they looked painted on, and the littlest sweater that would give you a view of her under cleavage if she reached too high.

“Wassup, sexy?” Tre grabs her hand, attempting to kiss it sloppy, C.C pulling away with a repulsed expression before laughing.

“Ew nigga! Keep your mouth to yo self! I don’t know where that shit been!” She rolls her eyes, finally looking at Erik.

“Hey, peanut head, guess what I got?”

Cyprine held up the esteemed cognac bottle, flashing Erik her biggest smile yet.

“I remember you said you wanted to try it so...”

Erik was about to speak, before his phone buzzes.

Text me later, I’m on my way out. This convo is too juicy to neglect.

-Bet, say no more, beautiful.

Putting his phone away, Erik steps towards C.C, kissing her forehead before snatching up the bottle to examine it.  

“I heard good shit about it, Henny shots for every basket golden state make?”

Cyprine scuffs, “nigga you know I need my pineapple juice with this.”

—————————-

Okay.

So Erik hadn’t expected the attention Cyprine was receiving.

Actually...

“Yo, how the fuck you keep all that control?” Jae stood astounded behind the bar with Erik, light brown eyes shocked.

“Control of what?” Erik responded with a confused tone of annoyance.

“Keep from fucking the shit out Cyprine that’s what. Fuck you mean CoNtRoL WhAT?”

“Got more control than you do. You ain't gotta think about fucking every fine ass woman you come in contact with bruh.”

Erik was even shocked with his words. His eyes followed its path towards C.C. She was seated next to Tre, laughing and sipping her third drink so far. Erik could feel the lustful energy radiating from his friends as they looked at Cyprine from head to toe, wanting nothing more than to take turns fucking her.

That thought brought back memories of their early escapades.

Nah, not Cyprine.

Erik would normally be okay with hooking a girl friend of his up with one of his boys, but for some reason he didn’t want to with Cyprine. Erik watches as she takes her tongue to scoop up an ice cube, the pink slippery appendage dripping and mouth making slurping noises.

This wasn’t the first time he’d looked at his friend that way. She wore outfits that showed her beautiful sepia skin, smelled delicious, innocent eyes…

“You sure you got control? I see you focused on that chocolate baddie.”

Erik shakes the thought, going back to mixing Jae’s drink.

Cyprine couldn’t lie to herself and say she didn’t like the eyes on her. Erik had some very handsome friends, she could only imagine the things they used to get into.

“Where you and Erik meet?”

Cyprine turned to Torrey; tall, thick and with a beard against his light brown skin.

“Golden Speed, a friend recommended I go to him for some work.”

“Oh really?” The bravado of his voice made her smile, he really laid it on thick.

“Yeah, he told me to give it a try.”

The look in Torrey’s eyes let her know he was hoping it were a women so he could try his luck.

“I bet y’all were wild back then.” Cyprine states between eating her ice.

All of them minus Erik laughed, sharing knowing glances.

“Shit, we all claimin’ it.” Tre spoke for them.

“Ain’t no way you sticking around for some ‘just friends’ type of shit.”

C.C folds her arms over her chest with sass, “So, what? Erik can’t keep a girl as his friend?”

“You wanna know what happened to the last chick he had as a friend?” Malachi spoke while trying to hide his smile full of a diamond grill.

“Game is on why don’t y’all shut the fuck up and watch.” Erik approaches with his own drink, seating himself on his black recliner chair. He caught the cocoa’s cuties eye, watching her stick her tongue out at him.

“Oh! So you do know then?” all three men laugh, Erik ready to punch ever last of one of them in the face.

“Y’all ready now or later for the rearrangement of y’all wack ass faces,”  His jaw gets tight.

“Last chick, woke him up talking bout I accidentally licked your dick.” Cyprine could laugh. Who would accidentally lick dick anyway? That shit was meant to be loved in a special way.

“How that shit accidental, I don’t know.” Erik finally joins in, laughing.

Cyprine held up a finger, trying to catch her breath.

“OKAY! But what you say though?!”

He simply shrugs with those dimples and dominant brown eyes, “I guess I accidentally fucked her mouth.”

Cyprine couldn’t shake the heat she felt from that.

“And accidentally tore that pussy up.” He drinks from his glass of straight Hennessy XO, licking his lips that Cyprine had to peel her eyes away from.

———————-

“You sleepy yet?”

“Yeah, I am alittle. You should know by now with those drinks.”

Cyprine attempted to clean up, sweeping crumbs from the table. Erik smacked her hand away, earning a yelp from her and a death glare.

“Did you just hit me like I’m some child?!”

“Yeah, and?” He spoke in that calm unbothered tone that drove her crazy.

“You’re infuriating,” Cyprine said that, but she liked when Erik picked on her.

“ What’s up with you and Tre? Y’all was looking real cozy and cuddly”

Cyprine looked at Erik like he sported two heads, mouth opening and closing in shock then lets out a small snort like laugh.

“What?! Boy you crazy. There is nothing going on between me and Tre.”

“You know my nigga want you, right?”

“Not surprised, most men want me.”

She took in that smile he fought to show, the way his eyes would light up and those teeth as white as the porcelain piano keys, blinding her.

“So not only are you-“ Erik puts up air quotes, “that bitch, you can have any nigga you want, huh?”

Cyprine picked up as many dirty glasses as she could, bringing them to Erik’s blacked out bar  with gold trimming to clean.

“Did I stutter?” She bit back at him with those razor sharp teeth like a wild cat. Erik’s dominance screamed to claw back and show her who really had the upper hand, but his body was too tired to entertain it and he had to be up in the morning.

“Watch your mouth,C.C. AYE!” Well, clearly not tired enough.

She paused in between cleaning his glasses.

“Put that shit down, and go to bed. I got this tomorrow.”

Putting her hands up in surrender, she didn’t realize she had a glass still in her hand, dropping it and causing it to break in the sink.

“SHIT!!” She went to reach to clean it, her finger getting cut a little from her rushing.

“Shit, fuck, damnit!” Erik rolled his eyes, letting out the loudest most aggressive groan she had ever heard, she knew then she’d done it.

“What I tell you to do?! Didn’t I say leave the shit alone?!”

Erik stormed over to her, instantly picking up her finger, examining it.

“You like a little girl. Defiant.” Erik picks up a napkin, applying pressure. His jaw went tight with tension, the muscles of his face peeking through and his eyebrows creased so hard he looked damn near evil. Cyprine was speechless, she couldn’t form words or sounds.

“I-I’m sorry, Erik.” She finally spoke out with a quiet tone, the tightness of his grip on her hand almost cutting off her circulation.

“Nigga are you trying to take my damn hand off?!” Erik blinked like he was brought back to reality, letting go of her quickly, the color flooding his face from embarrassment.

“My bad.” He laughs nervously.

“What the fuck was that about? Something you need to tell me Stevens?” She looked at him with curious eyes.

“I-I can be a little forceful, that’s all. Just...I don’t do well with chicks not listening to what I say, then you went and hurt yourself so it kinda made me mad.”

“KINDA?” Cyprine felt like she’d stepped into new territory with Erik. So, not that she didn’t want to make everything about sex, but that entire confession reeked of sex and control.

“You get like this with Kimora?” Erik’s eyes landed on hers, briefly.

“How can I ? I haven’t seen her yet.” Silence settles between them both as Erik walked past her to clean up her mess.

“You wanna know what I think?” Cyprine pushes.

“What?”

“I think you’re afraid of how you feel about her and that you’re avoiding it as much as you can.”

He didn’t respond, just simply cleaned the sink of shards of glass careful not to cut himself in the process.

“As much as y’all talk, I know your dick is probably begging for a release.”

Kissing his teeth, Erik shakes the glass into the trash. She could tell she was getting to him, she could read his posture and the way he fought to ignore her.

“A guy can only jack his dick for so long, Erik.”

“I know that, C.C.” He responds with a curt tone.

“So, maybe have some sex?” She tosses a black rag at him that he catches swiftly with one hand.

“Why is my sex life so interesting to you? I don’t go around asking you to get the pussy beat up.”

“You don’t have to, I know it’s been a while for me. It might happen sooner than later.” She could only imagine what Lorenz was packing.

“Hmph, I wonder who.” Erik cuts his eyes at her, winking suggestively.

“Shut up! Me and Tre are strictly friends, asshole.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

———————————

Eyes opening against fresh white linen that smelled of tropical Tide detergent, Erik lifts his head, rubbing at the dried spit on the side of his face, pads of his fingertips feeling sleep lines along his skin. He checked the time on his phone, noting that it was 9:45 am and he had to be into the office to finalize some paperwork for his engine. As soon as his body fully stretched and lifted from the bed, he could smell sautéed veggies and sausage. That smell made his stomach growl, and the throbbing in his head more painful.

He had a hangover and his mouth felt like cotton from all the drinking him and his friends did the other night. Erik’s body was too tired to clean anything so after the guys left he made his way toward his room. All Erik wanted to do before he filled his stomach with that good smelling food was brush his teeth and whizz. That’s what he gets for staying up in bed until 2 am talking on the phone with his beautiful distraction. Kimora made him go against his word of jerking off, something he’d grown so accustomed to since he first laid eyes on her. Speaking of jerking dicks and erections, his was at full attention and when that weapon was ready for work it was hard to calm himself down. The moment he laid eyes on the dent in his pants, was the moment he thought about their previous conversation over the phone.

I bet you like the tip of your dick sucked on the most. I could do that for you E.

What emotion do you feel most often?

What do you think the perfect kiss feels like? Do you like a lot of tongue or do you like slow soft kisses?

Her voice was so carefree and wild it drove him crazy.

On top of thinking about naughty girl Kimora, there was another brown beauty, t-shirt clad and barefoot cooking in his kitchen

After rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash and scrubbing his face with the African black soap he had gotten from a local all natural apothecary shop, Erik pulled a crisp white tee over his body and a pair of black sweats, because grey sweats wouldn’t do with the way his dick was swinging.

—————————

“Aye.”

Cyprine looked up from her plate with a big sausage omelet, pausing between chewing.

“Morning! Oh, and I cleaned up too by the way, just so you know.” She was rather chipper.

“Pssh, I ain’t even mad at that no more you gon’ do what you wanna do anyway.” Erik noticed the repeated smile on her face.

“Something wrong, lil nigga?” Erik scanned the kitchen, whispering a ‘yes’ at the sight of extras. He had to have a cooked meal for breakfast every single morning and he was thankful of Cyprine crashing in his guest bedroom, too drunk to drive home, and Erik hated when she used to do that shit.

“No, why would it be something wrong and I’m all smiles, Erik?” With a perfectly arched brow, she took a sip of her apple juice, eyes never leaving his.

“Nah, it’s just...you look like you're blushing.”

“And if I am?” She sassed him, giving her usual bratty stare down that had Erik itching to reprimand.

“So it’s a secret then? Cool, you ain’t gotta tell me. Just remember that you’re the only one of my homies that know about Kimora.”

Cyprine couldn’t argue with that, it was definitely true but at the same time she just got a date with Lorenz, she didn’t want to jinx it.

“And I’m glad you told me about her.” Cyprine flashed her pageant worthy smile, focusing back on her food.

“Going into the shop?”

“No, that’s what I got new hires for when I’m busy with other shit.” Erik busied himself with fixing a plate, aware of Cyprine giving him a dirty look because of his smart response.

“So...what the fuck you doing then?”

“Going into the office for some final shit about my engine.”

“You putting one of those in my car, right?” Cyprine looked at Erik sternly, eyes tracking him up and down with a hand on her curvy hip.

“You got a whole new engine so no. Come back in about ten years.”

Flabbergasted, Cyprine’s bright wide eyes almost popped out of her sockets, “Ten years?!”

“Use to be around 8 but with the new and improved tech and service standards the average life expectancy is 200,000 miles or about 10 years.”

Erik always hit her ass with car facts, something she didn’t ask for in the slightest.

“Think of it as me looking out for you and saving your pockets.” Erik winked at her, laughing afterwards in that low pitch tone, almost boy next door-ish.

“Whatever, let me go, I got shit to do.” Cyprine forked the last bit of her omelet, hopping off the stool towards the dishwasher. Erik thought about one of his responsibilities that he agreed on when he saw Kaylin at Champs the other day.

“You know any good Thai food around here? I gotta buy some for the office today.”

Cyprine wipes her hands on a paper towel, “Yeah, try Pailin Thai Cuisine.” Cyprine tried for a winning shot of her balled up paper towel, missing the trash can completely and earning a thumbs down from Erik.

“You know better than to do that in front of me, no game having ass, now pick it up.”

Cyprine gives him the finger before walking to pick up her trash, bending over slightly. Erik had to blink twice, no...three times.

“Uhm…” he says without even realizing, his eyes trained to her hips and his dick knocking at the crotch of his sweats. Cyprine’s shapely round ass was visible to him, not the whole thing but enough to let Erik know that she had nothing on under that T-shirt.

She stared in confusion before something clicked in her brain, her hands reaching for the hem of the shirt with caution, turning away from Erik completely and stepping around the kitchen island.

They just shared an awkward glance, Cyprine searching Erik’s eyes, hoping he would crack a laugh or tease her, saying something along the lines of, you got an ashy ass butt. Nope, nothing at all like that, just unblinking eyes that she couldn’t quite discern.

“So this what we doing now?! Staring until we see who blinks first?!” Cyprine decided to make her exit quickly, unsure of how to react to this version of Erik Stevens.

————————

“Erik! Welcome back!”

Erik walks in, adjusting his black tie with a simple gold tie cufflink, black slacks, and polished Calvin Klein dress shoes on his feet. The gold Rolex on his right wrist reflected the sun coming from his office window, catching the eyes of Kaylin and making a rainbow on her glasses.

“Didn’t think you were really coming in!” Her light voice could have almost caught him in its web if it weren’t for the image of Cyprines ass in his head, and not to mention the text he got of Kimora’s tits as a good morning present.

“Morning, Kaylin.” He gives her a simple smile, unable to fight the fact that it came with dimples.

“Oh, there’s that money making smile I love,” she winks, giggling afterward with a bounce of her breasts. Erik knew exactly what she was doing. He just KNEW.

“Ever heard of Pailin Thai Cuisine?” Erik removed his gold rimmed reading glasses to wipe them with a simple Kleenex.

“Uh, yes. I eat there often on my lunch break.” Without even asking, Kaylin makes herself comfortable at Erik’s desk. He wanted to question her actions but decided against it since his mind was elsewhere. He could feel this nervous feeling in the pit of his gut, almost like butterflies except it drew heat. He wasn’t sure just yet if it was because of his undeniable attraction to Cyprine, and the thoughts of being with Kimora, but man was he conflicted. And here comes Kaylin, dressed in a nude pencil skirt that showed off the alluring curve of her ass and a pastel blue silk top that stretched over her chest almost ripping at the seams. These women were driving him crazy.

“Let the office know I’m ordering in, it’s a celebration.” Erik opened his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of champagne.

“Golden Speed is taking off, Kaylin.” He smiles prideful and confident, his eyes on a fidgety Kaylin who couldn’t keep her legs still.

“You good?”

“Yes…” she forcefully smiles, bothered about getting up to walk away after making herself comfortable on the warm suede chair of his office. Turning to leave, Kaylin stopped directly in his doorway.

“Erik.”

The tone of her voice spoke as if she wanted to share something deep.

“Yes?” Erik looked at her over his gold rimmed glasses as he put them back on to study some files.

“Uhm...I just, you know…” she lets out a shaky breath that seemed to lack oxygen, did he really have that much of an affect?

“Kay, if this is about the conference in two days I got it, girl. Don’t worry your pretty self, go manage things.”

“E, I really gotta get this shit off my chest, otherwise it will bother me all day.”

“Close the door, Kaylin, if you need to talk.”

She does, slowly.

“I...you know there is a quiet room where employees can go to take naps and relax in this building, right?” Where was she going with this? Of course Erik knew about it, he’d been in there a few times in the early stages of starting his business when there were at least three meetings a day, each lasting about two hours.

Erik intertwined his fingers against the surface of the desk and scrunched his forehead, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, you see…” Kaylin looks down at her nude So Kate pumps in a patent leather, “I was wondering if we could take advantage of that.”

Erik swallows spit, almost coughing on it as some reached his windpipe instead. He puts a fist to his mouth to be more discreet.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I wanna fuck you.”

Oh boy. He reached to pull at his collar, because the buttons there felt like he was choking.

Erik kept his cool, and kept his gaze on her. He could see her caramel skin heat up, nipples hardened, her voluptuous lips lined brown shining with gloss.

“It’s been that way for me. I just want you inside me.”

She lifts the small key to the quiet room, “C’mon. I know you want to. A single man such as yourself…”

Erik didn’t know he read single man. Sure, it was true, but he wouldn’t have guessed he gave off that vibe.

Kaylin toyed with the first button of her top, looking towards him with a pleading look and a swing of the small gold key.

“There’s no denying that you are very beautiful. And yeah, it’s tempting  but I don’t think we should. I’m sure it would be real good, but Kaylin…” Erik trails off.

“I get it! professionalism is most important….” she was saddened, and Erik didn’t want to make her sad, but NO, he didn’t want to fuck Kaylin and complicate things.

“But...can you reconsider?” She was talking to him like she was trying to make him a business offer.

“Sorry, love.” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood which ended up with her smiling faintly. She looked defeated, but her eyes still told him she wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

“Whatever woman has your interest is a lucky one. What I would give to be at your command.”

His hands slightly shook; Erik had to busy himself with moving. Erik adjusted the cup of pens he had, the wireless mouse for his MacBook, his tie, and even the blazer he wore. He prayed that she would leave so he could breath and fight through the temptation. It was difficult to fight off his erection when he normally would have fucked her crazy. Damn, this was the third erection of the day and it hadn’t even started. Finally, the caramel beauty made her exit, closing the door with a soft click.

Throughout the rest of the day, Erik watched from his desk as the office played music and drank champagne. Half empty containers of thai food littered every desk surface. He enjoyed the sights from the open blinds of his office, his own food half eaten and instead of champagne, he had the bottle of Hennessy Cyprine gave him in his briefcase.

A pair of light brown eyes kept a close watch on him from her own cubicle that resides directly in front of his, sipping her champagne, folding and unfolding her legs seductively. Erik noticed she had nothing on under her skirt, just bare shaved pussy lips.

She was still targeting him, even after he turned down her advances, clearly Kaylin didn’t like to be told no.

It was creamy too, all rosy pink on the inside and fat as a bitch. How was it that no one noticed her little show but him?

She turned her chair completely towards his glass window, hiking up one smooth leg and spreading her pussy lips to show him the real mess she had.

“Please? Come taste me.” She mouthed to him.

Erik peeled his eyes away from her exposed slit, tapping his foot. He tried settling for reading emails.

“To Erik Stevens in regards to your interview prep questions…” his eyes looked back at her, failing him, watching her rub her clit and place that same finger into her mouth.

Fuck. He was extremely turned on.

Erik tried another tactic to get rid of the distraction, closing his blinds and blocking the view for good. He lifted from his seat walking to the window, giving her one final look, watching her tease him with a smile and a scorching look in her eyes before closing the blinds, letting out a shaky breath. His phone buzzed in his pocket, Thank GOD.

It was a call from his Oakland Auto Shop.

————————-

“You, Cyprine, are one beautiful goddess.”

The extremely low cleavage, high slit evening dress in an eye piercing white hugged her luscious curves tightly, wasting no time with letting everyone around her know she was the shit, and her body was the shit.

She wore her long curly 4A hair in an effortless bush that framed her beautiful face. Gold Cartier bracelets decorated her wrist, with simple round cut diamond stud earrings with 14k yellow gold.

Lorenz wore a pair of Ralph Lauren navy blue slacks with a black belt, a cream colored dress shirt that hugged his able-bodied frame and a new model yellow gold and diamonds Rolex on his right wrist, and polished Saint Laurent dress shoes on his feet.

Cyprine couldn’t help but to blush at those words, he could keep saying things like that all night and he just might get lucky.

“I’m impressed as well, Lorenz. You look amazing.”

Lorenz gave her a soft smile with his high cheekbones.

“I figured you would like the look, I wore it especially for you.”

Cyprine bit her lip slightly, playing with a strand of curly hair with her eyes focused on the five star restaurant he was taking her to. Supposedly, a friend recommended it to him, so it would be his first time trying as well. There was valet, so Lorenz handed one of them the keys to his McLadden and proceeded to escort Cyprine into the romantic eating establishment settled on Melrose Ave.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the reservation list is so full, the only dates available are around thanksgiving.” He chuckles in a snarky manner.

“So, how did you snag a reservation then?”

“Chef Michael Cimarusti is a friend of the friend who recommended me, he catered her wedding.”

Approaching the hostess station, Lorenz and Cyprine were greeted with a Paris Hilton look alike that moved and spoke like she was the talk of Hollywood.

“Hi, I’m Blair, welcome to Providence, the innovative seafood destination in a tranquil setting, can I have a name for a reservation, please?”

“Lorenz Allen, friend of Michael.”

The look in Blair’s eyes showed scrutiny, but nonetheless, she looked anyway. Cyprine rolled her eyes at the stereotypical reaction white people give about black people being able to afford to eat at places like this.

“Aha! I see, the Chef personally made a notation about you, why don’t you follow me this way. Would you like to eat out in the garden or inside with candle light?”

Cyprine loved the idea of sitting in a garden to eat dinner, it was romantic.

“ The garden would-“

“We’ll take the inside table with the candle light.”

Cyprines lips snapped shut in an instant, her head turning towards Lorenz, visibly confused at his sudden outburst and clear disapproval of wanting to eat in the garden.

“You don’t like gardens?”

“You see these shoes, right? Not cheap, ran me 730 dollars. Ain’t no fertilizer messing these shoes up.”

Cyprine blinked at him like he was speaking insanely, deciding not to speak on that.

“Okay, right this way.” Following Blair, Lorenz brings a single arm around Cyprines waist to lead her along the way, giving her a heart fluttering smile, causing her to return the same.

Finally seated, Cyprine takes in the atmosphere of the upscale eatery, impressed so far by the interior design and the smells that made her mouth water. The toasted vanilla votive candles give light to the seductively dim restaurant, tables draped in ivory colored tablecloths, some decorated with candles and others with an assortment of roses. Lorenz ordered a bottle of aged red wine, the oldest bottle they had. Cyprine wanted to object, but Blair had already gone away.

“I’m not really a fan of red wine, they don’t have any Moscato wine, sangrias?”

“Cyprine, gorgeous, why not be open minded? You’ll be surprised, you may enjoy it.”

She laughs lightly, “I doubt that. Do you think they may have Hennessy?”

Lorenz doesn’t respond with words, only a single brow lift and a look of disapproval.

“You didn’t peg me as a Henny drinker. Let me guess, you twerk any and everywhere too?”

What a change of energy.

“What’s wrong with that?! It’s all in good fun, Lorenz. You can’t sit here and tell me you don’t have fun.”

“I’m more of a yacht club kind of guy, sitting with old valedictorian friends, reminiscing on college days, smoking cigars.” Cyprine knew Lorenz had expensive friends, but she didn’t think he was one of those uptight types. That threw her for a complete loop, she didn’t get that vibe  from him at all. Now she was unsure of how this night would play out. A young Asian guy who looked to be in his early twenties approaches their table with a perfect posture and a faint smile.

“I am Ethan, I will be your waiter this evening. Here is the red wine you requested Sir, the oldest we had dates back to 1977.” Cyprine felt herself cringe.

“I’m sorry, Ethan, is there a way I could get a glass of white wine instead?”

Ethan smiles, “yes, of course, I will bring a bottle to the table for you.” As Ethan makes his exit, Lorenz chimes in.

“Why’d you do that?” He seemed annoyed.

“Look, you’re taking me on a date, right? So, I would think that means being a gentleman and wanting to understand my likes and dislikes.” The bitter tone in her words didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did a new wave of irritation coming off Lorenz. Had Cyprine been wrong about accepting this date? Clearly it seemed looks weren’t enough.

“Let me look over this menu.” Lorenz decided not to give his opinion on her words, and Cyprine thought it best he didn’t. As Lorenz looked over the prices, Cyprine sipped her white wine, studying his face. The handsome features contorted with distaste.

“These prices are ridiculously high.” Lorenz closes the menu, Cyprines eyes growing a fraction.

“I’ll order us the broiled Caviar with shrimp cocktail.”

Cyprine didn’t speak, she just drank her wine and filled the glass whenever it was half full. Whatever white wine it was, she could feel an instant buzz already and it put her in a better disposition.

“What was it like growing up in LA, Lorenz?” She figured small talk would lighten the mood.

“I grew up in Arizona, I’m an Army brat.”

“Wow, how was that? Moving from place to place and what not.”

“Okay I guess. Had to deal with it, no other choice when you had to do what your parents wanted you to do.” Cyprine could agree with that.

“For me, I grew up here in Cali. My childhood was fairly great, both of my parents raised me, participated in a lot of extra curricular activities like dance, Taekwondo. I enjoyed my school days too, hanging with my girls, getting into shit.”

Lorenz gave a hum of approval, but no feedback so the topic went dry. They both sat in silence until Ethan came, Lorenz ordering the appetizers. Pouring another glass of wine, she was already tipsy, but the wine was so good.

“How many glasses have you had?” Lorenz asks with a raised brow.

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” Cyprine giggles.

Lorenz scanned the restaurant, noticing eyes on them.

“Hey, maybe you should lay off a little. I don’t need for these people to worry about what’s going on over here.”

Cyprine wasn’t drunk, she could hear the disapproval in his tone.

“Oh, and I ordered you the Santa Barbara Spot Prawn, it’s in my price range and I think you may like it.”

“Excuse me? I wanted to try the wild thai shrimp with salmon.”

“Cyprine, bare with me.” Lorenz puts up a hand to her, and Cyprine didn’t take too well to that shit at all.

“Lorenz, I don’t do all the disrespect. Don’t raise your hand to silence me like a child I’m a grown ass women.”

He chuckles, clearly unfazed.

“If you so grown, then why do I have to tell you to put the glass down? You're drinking like a fish and it’s not appealing.”

She felt like she’d been slapped in the face.

“You are really showing your true colors tonight,” Cyprine adds more wine to her glass, laughing to calm her nerves.

“What true colors, Cyprine? Enlighten me.” He spoke low and discreet as to not draw attention.

“You’re cheap, but yet you bring me to a five star restaurant and talk about yacht clubs and fancy college friends clearly to impress me. You don’t let me speak or think for myself, you just assume shit about me when you don’t even know me. Speaking of knowing me, you don’t care to do that either. And let’s not forget the drinking, if I wanna take this bottle to the head I will, I don’t give a fuck what these white people think, I know who I am.” She downs the drink, licking at her lips.

“I mean, is this even a date or do you just expect me to go back to your expensive place and have sex with you?”

Lorenz folds his arms over his broad chest, giving her a look that could only be shared if two individuals were on the same page.

“Isn’t that what this is? You hardly ever spoke to me, just looked at me like fresh meat. And you knew the way I looked at you, Cyprine. Did I expect sex after this, yes. Am I proven wrong, obviously.” Lorenz leans in closer, those eyes she once saw as dreamy were now nothing but pits of tarnished mud.

“Sorry, babygirl, But I think I should make my exit. I can’t stand a black woman with an attitude and no table manners.”  A beat and a breath passed between them and then the entire glass of his chosen aged red wine was spilled, covering his entire chest and staining that fresh cream colored shirt he wore. He was shell shocked, eyes wide and unbelieving that she actually poured a drink on him. The gasps and comments could be heard faintly, but Cyprine didn’t care. Lifting her own glass to her full perfectly glossed lips with a look of aloof mischief in her sparkling eyes.

“I’m sorry babe. My hand just slipped. I hope that outfit wasn't expensive.”

“You know, I feel sorry for the next man. You are truly a piece of work Cyprine, now you’re about to eat alone.”

“Oh good I can order the shrimp and salmon.”

He lifts up angrily from his chair, wiping his face with his white napkin, storming past her with the faint sound of ‘bitch’ escaping his mouth.

Cyprine could feel the embarrassment creeping up on her, but no, she wasn’t gonna give these people the satisfaction of seeing her down.

“Well, there goes another failed attempt down the drain.” Cyprine laughs to herself, motioning for an apprehensive Ethan to come over to her table and get her another round of drinks and new order of food, she had the money to spend on it.

———————————-

KNOCK KNOCK

So much for his personal smoking session. He had just gotten finished eating some homemade pho, and currently he was seated in his living room, on the couch facing the LA cityscape. His laptop was untouched for the past hour, even though he told himself he would send out emails to the board of his company about the conference they had to do. It was A LOT OF PRESSURE for him, spotlights, press, presentations. Erik strained his ears, hearing small whimpers from outside of his door. He recognized those whimpers, but why the fuck is she here around almost 12am?

Cyprine.

“What the fuck?” Erik mouths to himself, he had on no shirt and just a pair of royal blue basketball shorts, black nike socks, and his signature gold chain with his father's ring around his neck. The closer he approached the foyer, the louder her complaints became.

“ERIK!!!! Pleassssseeee open the fucking door! I’m PISSED OFF!”Her words slurred a little, and from that point Erik knew she drove all the way to his place drunk out of her mind. He fumbled with the locks, finally getting it open and with quick reflexes, catching Cyprines falling body into his arms.

“What the hell?! What the fuck are you doing drunk driving Cyprine?!” Her body was almost like dead weight on him, her white dress sliding from her shoulders, feet unsteady, and eyes hazy.

“CYPRINE!” Erik shakes her a little, causing her to open her eyes wider at his elevated tone.

“Hello?!! Can’t fucking hear?!” He was pissed.

“I’m sorry I went alittle heavy on the liquor.”

“ALITTLE?!”

“Aye nigga stop yelling. Gon bust my eardrums. So this nigga did me foul! He fucking left me at the dinner table ALONE E! Fucking alone!” She punched at the wall, leaning against it as she walked further into his apartment. Erik follows, eyes piercing.

“I thought it would be a good idea to go out with a nice man, get wined and dined. Maybe get some dick you know?!” She bends down languidly to peel off her strappy red bottomed heels, fingers fumbling with the simple buckles and kicking them off. Rising from her bent position, she put her hands up with an exasperated puff of air.

“I need another fucking drink.”

“No the fuck you don’t!  You need water. And what you mean left you at the table? You went on a date or some shit?”

She simply nods her head, eyelids fluttering slowly.

“...wasn’t gonna tell me you and Tre-“

She groans, hands over her face.

“Not with Tre! With this cheap ass nigga name Lorenz!”

Erik strokes his chin hair, slowly settling down on the couch across from her.

“Lorenz? Lorenz what?”

“Lorenz Allen. A bitch ass nigga.”

Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, taking meditating breaths.

“I could have warned you about him girl if you would have told me what the fuck was going on!”

Cyprine looked over at Erik from her drunk stupor,

“What you mean?!”

“I MEAN, that nigga is lame. He ain’t the one to fuck wit, C, I know him through some people, nigga is straight trash.”

Cyprine pouts, hugging a pillow, “doesn’t do me good now, Erik!”

“I told you about Kimora! How I felt and shit and you couldn’t tell me this?! Why the fuck not?”

Her voice cracked with anger, “I wanted to see if this would work out before I did that! And now I’m glad I didn’t do that, I would be even MORE messed up.”

Erik shakes his head, eyes dangerously low and angry.

“Still don’t give you the right to keep that shit from me.”

“Damn nigga chill out! I don’t owe you shit.” She whines.

“Shut the fuck up. You out here drinking and fucking driving-“

“I didn’t drive, I got an Uber over.”

Erik could have yanked her up. He practically hollered at this chick for her to tell him that?

“So, you mean to tell me...you got a ride, and made me think you were out here cruising drunk?”

Cyprine rolls her eyes, “You the silly ass nigga that assumed. But you not my daddy! I can do what the hell I want so why does it matter?”

Erik wasn’t having that, the glare he sent her was shuttering.

“You better watch that little mouth. Why don’t you take your ass somewhere and get some sleep,” as soon as he stood up, she followed.

“No,” folding her arms, Cyprine battles with Erik, keeping eye contact.

“No? See...” Erik steps closer, looking down at her.

“Cyprine, I ain’t got time for your bratty ass. I don’t wanna have to put you in your place, you already fucked up my quiet.”

“You and your quiet will be alright nigga.”

It has to be the alcohol talking, the way she challenged him with those eyes and that stance. She looked flustered and sexy and Erik felt like he was fighting to keep it together.

“I’ll make my way to that fucking basement. I need another drink to ease my mind and cleanse my soul of bumb nigga energy.” Before she could walk away, Erik had her arm in his firm grip, pulling back against him with so much force it damn near knocked the glass coffee table down.

The rush he felt from that had his mind swirling. All the hugs he received from Cyprine was nothing compared to the way her body was pressed against his, dress half way off her chocolate frame, eyes glossy. He was turned on so heavy, there wasn’t a damn thing that could ruin this mood, not even that fucking weed he was just smoking.

“E...let go.” She spoke through clenched teeth.

Cyprines eyes fluttered, conflict within her orbs.

“I came here for support and all you tryna do is act like my damn daddy!”

What the hell was going on? That primal look in his eyes was all too familiar in men. Was it…

“When I tell you to do something, what you do?” He spoke softer. She didn’t respond, and she didn’t want to.

“Cyprine...I said,” his hand came to her hip, she couldn’t breathe anymore, fuck being drunk she needed oxygen to fill her lungs.

“What you do?”

She swallows spit, “do it.”

Those two words, the energy it took to SPEAK them. The blaze behind them, the force that it placed on her aching body. Her pussy throbbed, her legs quaked, her breathing was uneven, she felt like she was undergoing vertigo.

“Good girl, now, is that hard, babygirl?”

“What happened to calling me lil nigga?”

He laughs, “you don’t get to be called lil nigga right now with the way you acting.”

Erik was definitely inviting her into this confusing game. She wasn’t sure where to go, her head pounded and her limbs felt like cement blocks were holding them in place.

“Now, I’m putting you in the bath and then you laying that ass down.”

“A bath?!” She gave him a wide eyed look of shock, Erik’s expression so passive and unfazed. Erik pulls Cyprine by her arm and up the steps; silent and nerve wracking. She wanted him to say ‘gotcha’ anything, it gave her butterflies.

“Listen, nigga, I can take it from here-Ahhh!” She felt his hand come down on her ass and it went straight to her pussy. Wasn’t no way she would speak after that, what in the hell came over this man, the very man who just 24 hours ago treated her like one of the homies. Erik gave her a look that dared her to talk, and she didn’t. The trip to the bathroom was quick, Erik sitting her on the toilet while he set up the bath. She wanted to say something ANYTHING to him, but he was in the zone.

“What you doin? You can’t take a bath with clothes on can you?”

“E…”

“What? Am I right or wrong, girl?”

Cyprine looked from her dress to him. Her stomach felt queasy, her heart damn near left her chest. His scent made her nose burn every time she inhaled and his unrelenting eyes had a powerful hold on her. She noticed the bulge in his shorts, and clearly as visible as it was he knew she would notice. Cyprine was a little hesitant in front of him because she didn’t know what to expect from Erik.

“The longer you sit there, the colder this water is gonna be.”

She began undressing, her eyes focused on him, waiting for the April fools, but nothing came...well, except for the deep grunt he made from watching her strip naked. She was mind blown, felt like a rocket had been set off in her head. She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it FAST.

“Now, come on and get in this tub before I beat yo ass.”

Without any resistance, the naked woman gently eased herself into the deliciously hot water. It felt so good when she sat down that she almost groaned. Erik proceeded to get down on his knees and reached under the sink, pulling out a pack of the makeup remover wipes she usually buys that she didn't remember ever leaving there. It was clearly a brand new pack that had never been open cause he used some force to get it open before pulling a fresh piece to gently wipe off the makeup on her face. It took two wipes to get her down to a bare face and then he took her hair in hand, separated it into two sections, combing through with his fingers as much as he could without hurting her and braided them into pigtails. She didn't even know he could do that. He grabbed a clean white hand towel and wiped Cyprine’s face again to get it completely  clean and followed with a baby blue loofah and some lavender castile soap to wash her body. Once he was satisfied, he let out the water and wrapped her petite frame in a fluffy towel. He took her hand in his, helping her out of the tub and patted down the water on her skin. He massaged some african shea butter into her skin while she stood in front of him. After she was moisturized, he carried her bridal style, cradled against his pebbled chest and gently sat her down at the foot of the plush bed.

“Stay here lil one. Ima go get you something to sleep in and warm ya feet.”

With that, he popped out the room leaving Cyprine to fidget about on the black velvet king sized bed. She felt hot all over and the more she sat, the more the anticipation escalated. Cyprine was practically exposed sitting on the bed within his guest bedroom. Hell, she could sleep naked from how horny she felt, fuck clothes.  After all of this that transpired so damn quickly, would Erik want to do more? Would he slip in between the black bamboo Lyocell bedding that has a silky smooth and feathery soft texture? Would he wake her up from her slumber with his hand between her legs, fingering her to climax while she bucked her hips? Does he prefer to keep the lights off? Only hearing his breathing and her pussy sucking his fingers in and out of her like a vacuum.

Cyprine should have known.

A man who’d been without sex for five months straight, constantly horny, blue balls often, a build up of nasty thoughts that he wanted to reenact in his own bed. As if feeling his eyes on her, Cyprine lifts her head towards the doorway, watching as his henched frame glowed from the small lamp light on the nightstand. Cyprine’s eyes watched in a different way this time and she remained quiet too, waiting to see what would happen next, this game was exciting.

“I hope you don’t mind this old Navy training T-shirt, it’s a little faded. And here’s some socks too to keep your pretty feet warm.”

She responded in a softly spoken tone, “it’s fine, E, I’m just sleeping.”

He chuckles before that smoky voice lulled her, “Aight, little one.”

Erik walks toward her, finally reaching her personal space and kneeling down in front of her, meeting her eye level. With steady and skillful hands, eyes on her like what resided from her shoulders down wasn’t completely exposed. She could smell the shea on her skin, and she could feel her nipples grown and stiffen. Erik gathered the shirt, placing it over her head.

“Put your arms through.”

She lifts her arms through the sleeves, the smell of his fresh shirt soothing her. It had a smell of old cologne and fabric softener. As if teasing her, Erik lowers the shirt down, his eyes never leaving hers until the shirt settled at the top of her thighs like a dress.

“Lay back.” She did, until her weight rested on her elbows.

“Give me your feet.”

Her smooth pretty feet stretched out in front of him and one by one Erik placed the socks on her feet while staring at her toes longingly. Oh she liked that, she liked that he was mesmerized by her pretty toes. Erik lifts from the floor, crawling onto the bed, before settling next to her. Cyprine felt herself exhale as she watched him watch her.

“Since your settled in bed, Cyprine, let me tell yo ass once. You too good to set yourself up like that. Fuck niggas don’t deserve your time, believe me, I know a lot of fuck niggas and Lorenz is one of them.”

She could have melted in his arms, she didn’t know how she could do it for so long, be around him and not be swept off her feet. He was definitely a charmer.

“Aye, look at me while I’m talking to you, not my lips.”

With a honeyed voice, she says, “but your lips are moving, which means your talking, right?” Cyprine was being sassy.

Erik shifted on the bed, pausing for effect.

“I need eye contact.” He spoke in a gruff tone.

He looked her up and down, smiling at her, “You cute, but save that little voice you talking wit,”

“Why?” Cyprine wanted to push him, see how far he would go. They came all this way might as well see.

“Don’t worry about all that,” Erik hooks his hands under her arms, pulling her up and onto one of the silk pillows, pulling the bedding out for her to slip in. With a smooth, slow kiss to the forehead, Erik lifts from the bed, walking away like he always did on those regular nights when Cyprine was drunk or all too tired to walk on her own two feet.

Walking out that room was a challenge, his stiff dick resting against his thigh from the thin material of his shorts and he could also feel the precum stain his thigh. Erik needed to meditate, take another shower maybe and sit on his shower chair; just think. That interaction was all it took, he needed his dick sucked and fucked on right now, it’s been too damn long. Erik turned, hand on her door knob, ready to risk it all and get what he so desperately needed, maybe even doing her a favor; non accidentally.

@unholyxcumbucket @wakanda-shit-is-that @yomiloo @forbeautyandlife @turn-thy-paige @vikkidc @panthergoddessbast @whorderofthepheonix @whoramilaje @trevantesbrat @hearteyes-for-killmonger @thehomierobbstark @drsunshine97 @disneysdarlingdiva @janelledarling @tiava143 @abeautifulmindexposed @supersizemeplz @forgottenthoughtsandmemories @brattywriters-anonymous @blackpinup22 @killmonger-dolan @eriksjournal @thadelightfulone @chaneajoyyy @madamslayyy @loosewindmill @softnani @ljstraightnochaser @faatassbitch @blackpantherismyish @erikslulbaby @youreadthatright @youcan-die @blowmymbackout @muse-of-mbaku @heyauntieeee @iamrheaspeaks @destinio1 @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @bakarijordan @shookmcgookqueen @purple-apricots @unfriendly-blk-hottie @uhlxisback @wawakanda-btch @bartierbakarimobisson

#amethyst1993 ErikStevens EmberFiction #amethyst1993 #black panther #killmonger imagine #Erik Killmonger #killmonger #black panther killmonger

[eye-raq]

Below.

This is an entry for the With Love, From Wakanda Valentines writing prompts.

Prompt: That’s it. No more wine, ever.

Warnings: Fluff.

Summary: Directly below her, an intriguing man she’d grown to befriend gives her company on Valentines Day.

“Breathe Lola, it’s just roses.”

It was a warm day in San Fran, just one day before Valentine’s. Lola Duvall climbed the stairs to her apartment on the seventh floor, the nursing shoes on her feet feeling like bricks. She had a long day in the ER for twelve hours straight, registering outpatients of different statures. Her belly growled, making her motions a lot faster as she finally made it to her door. She placed the roses from her mail slot in the crook of her arm, unlocking her tattered apartment door.

The first thing that hit her was the AC, and the smell of old burning inscense. Lola places her key on its designated hook along with her work bag full of nothing but old papers, ink pens, and crumbled up granola bars. Next were the bricks on her feet. She kicked them off quickly, wiggling her toes. The tips were chipped from a quick boring paint job the other day, the white not so flattering anymore.

“Bills, bills, bank statement, magazine I’ll never read.”

Lola places the roses on her living room table, mentally reminding herself to put them in a vase. She assumed they could be from an old flame? Maybe one of her good girl friends showing her love. Whoever it was the roses were beautiful. Lola walked towards her window seat, pulling her phone from her back pocket, spotting nothing new. She lets out an exasperated breath, eyes studying the skyline of San Fran. Scratching at her curly bun, Lola brought her attention back to her mail, only a few trash worthy envelopes in her hand.

“Baby shower invite, oh, how nice.” She smiles at the pretty gold script. Her long time best friend since childhood, Jacqueline, was having twins. Lola hadn’t the opportunity to go shopping for her, but she had a few items in mind. Flipping through a couple more times, Lola pauses over a single red envelope no bigger than the rest. It was embroidered from what it felt like against her fingertips, a simple gold sticker holding the flap down. The front was blank, the anonymous piece of paper making her mind wander.

Lola glanced over at the roses on the table, her eyes dancing from her hand and back at the smooth dark oak. So it was most definitely an ex, or maybe... a secret admirer? Whoever it was, she couldn’t help but to smile. Lola was a chill girl, strikingly beautiful yes, but not an IT girl. She liked the little security she had, it added to the mystery that men had about her. She was a sucker for secret notes and letters, this entire thing reminding her briefly about high school and the Secret Valentine’s they would do with a small mesh bag filled with smarties that read out cute little messages.

Your so cute!

Just wanted to say I adore you

Xoxoxo

Be mine?

Hugs!

Flirty!

“Catching eyes, Lola?” She spoke, finally taking her squared pedicured French tip to rip a clean slit in the back. Inside was a perfectly folded piece of paper, one that looked to be ripped out of a journal. Dropping the envelope down, hearing it slip between her heater, she unfolded the thin piece of paper, adjusting her cat eye red frames before reading it.

I made love to her on paper. And spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all of her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip and pulled her hair in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen.

Her feeble fingers.

Lola’s brown eyes read over the cursive with a new interest each time. She yearned for the culprit. Who would send her such a lulling yet steamy, sexy, well though out poem? The tips of her nails brushed against the back of her neck, causing the short curls to fall from her bun. Just a day before Valentine’s? Lola was imprisoned in her thoughts, her mind trying to piece together the clues like a thousand piece puzzle. Lola studied the paper and noticed a smudged stained finger print in the corner. Bringing it closer to her face, she studied it, before sniffing it with caution.

“Chocolate?” Whoever wrote this must have been munching on Hershey kisses. Thank God it wasn’t some horrid unhygienic stain. After letting out a content smile with her mind still focused on her poem, she went to pick up her roses, ready to give them a new home. Just a single slender vase that her mother gave her sat on her kitchen counter directly in front of the tiny window. The poem sat open directly next to it, her eyes scanning the lines that had her knees weak. She could lean over that counter and stare at that piece of paper for hours, but it was going on seven o’clock and she needed some food and rest. Kissing her fingers lightly, Lola places them against the poem, a soft smile gracing her heart shaped lips before walking away.

Freshly showered and enjoying her usual spot outside on her personal balcony that was attached to the fire escape, Lola took small sips of the aged wine that was gifted to her for her 30th birthday. It was Armand de Brignac Rosé. Rich bouquet of red fruits gave the pink champagne a fresh full bodied feeling on the palate, lingering and complex. She placed the glass between her legs, adjusting her head wrap before hearing the familiar sound of balcony doors opening and the sound of boots hitting the metal surface.

It was him

Her Below.

He was quiet, definitely a loner, and stylish. Lola could talk his ear off again. She enjoyed his voice and admired his handsome features. Lola lifts softly from the ground, leaning over the railing to find him smoking with his back against the doors to his balcony and his knees drawn toward his chest with his forearms draping over them. He looked just as perfect as always. His dreads braided back, a pair of gold rimmed glasses on his face, black sweats with a white tee, and Doc Marten’s on his feet.

“Mind if I tell you about my day?” Lola seemed to have startled him, but as soon as his eyes looked towards hers, a simple yet genuine smile graced his lips.

“You know I love it when you talk to me, Lola.”

Erik puts out his weed against one of the rails of his balcony, placing it inside of his pocket before ascending the stairs to her level. With each step he took, his eyes never left hers and his lips remained in a permanent smirk.

“You look like you had a long ass day girl.” He leans against the railing directly next to her, his arms folded over his broad chest.

“Stressful AND long...you know how my work days normally are, I talk your ear off about it all the time.”

Erik shrugs, eyes lingering to the floor of the balcony, noticing her glass of wine.

“All I do is sit around my apartment, and write all damn day.” Erik yawns, before reaching for her glass.

Lola knew about Erik being a writer, but she didn’t know what kind of writer. He was pretty mysterious when it came to his personal life and day to day activities.

“So, uh...what do you write, exactly?” Erik brings his nose to her wine glass, taking a tentative sip before smacking his lips.

“This is some tart ass wine.” That didn’t stop him from taking another sip. Lola admired the way his full bottom lip would hang over the edge of her glass, the hot air from his nose fogging it. When he removed the glass from his lips, he would lick at the corners of his mouth, dimples deep. He was really something.

“You’re gonna tell me what you write about?”

Erik gave her a look, his eye brows shooting up with a crease of his forehead.

“I guess it’s fare that I share it, right?” Lola nodded her head in agreement, accepting her half empty glass of wine and taking a sip herself.

“I write erotica.”

The burn of the wine hitting the back of her throat caused her to cough faintly, a hand to her mouth and an uncomfortable crease in her brow. Erik couldn’t help the smile that fought to surface, shaking his head at her.

“Erotica you say?” She liked Erotica, literature or art intended to arouse sexual desire.

“I got your attention huh?” He teased her, licking his lips.

“Yeah, I’m not going to lie you did.” She reaches down to pick up her wine bottle, adding more to her glass, not so much to drink but more so to have something to do. Erik could be intimidating, and she didn’t want to come off as desperate while standing next to that beautiful man.

“Why write about sex?” His eyes glinted, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

“You sure you wanna turn up the heat Lola?”

Oh boy. What was she getting herself into tonight. She bit her lip in thought, her finger swirling around the rim of her glass.

“I’m curious, feed my curiosity Stevens.” He gave her a coy smile before clearing his throat to speak.

“I write to fuck with your brain, your heart, your morals, and your sense of self. Lust, love, desire, denial, boundaries, pain, pleasure...”

“So, it’s not about the sex, it’s about what reaction you get from it?” Lola could feel the wine doing its job, her movements becoming more loose with a blithe expression.

“I like to see how my words imprint on a women when they read my shit.” Erik fixed her with a gaze.

In that moment, Lola wanted to descend those stairs to his place, and pick through his writing. She imagined he had mountains of papers littering his desk with a lone type writer sitting in the corner. Maybe he even had piles of books for reference and some of his own work. His articulate nature was very sexy.

“I bet your words have an enormous effect.” Lola could feel his eyes on her, attempting to focus on drinking her wine rather than take in his sanguine eyes.

“They do. You wanna find out?” Erik pulls his phone from his back pocket, scrolling and typing. Her wary gaze traveled to his fingers, admiring how thick they were. She wondered how they looked holding a pen, or maybe even her hips? Taking a look at her wine glass, she suspected all of these thoughts were because of the tart alcohol. Her skin felt ignited and her lips extra moist from the assault of her tongue.

“Okay, Princess. Here is something I’ve been working on for a bit. Tell me what you think, aight?”

“Alright, I’ll be your critic.” She took his phone gently.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me if my shit is bad.” He gave her a leering gaze, one that already answered the questions in her head about how freaky this writing could be. Lola’s eyes finally fixed on his phone, shutting him out momentarily.

Turn around, and give me the perfect angle, the perfect silhouette. Let my eyes admire the pretty brown flesh with your delicate pedals peaking at me from behind, my staggering hands reaching under the bridge of your body to cup your breasts. Fuck abandonment, I wanna devour that flower from the back and shock your round flesh with my overworked hands while you stroke that slit on my aching tongue. Let me feel you shower me with that honey and shake under my assault. Grind me, feed me, suffocate me, while you moan and whisper a yess. Look back at me princess with those beautiful eyes and a nibble of your lips. Look back at me and instruct me, tell me what to do and how to do it. I want you immobile. Take my gift like the good girl you are. My soft lips, my wet tongue, my thick fingers. I need to explore you. Tell me where you like my tongue and how you want me to dip it. Is the texture just right? Am I being greedy with every satisfying stroke and flick? You’re breathtaking and I’m dangerous. Your delicate and I’m primal. It’s safe to say I delve into your deepest and tightest spot, claiming what’s mine with each invasion. Coax me further and yearn for the feeling, we got all night.

Panting, sighing, struggling to keep it together, Lola finally ends where he stopped. She hadn’t realized that her glass was empty again, and hadn’t noticed the grip she placed on his arm to keep her steady. Erik’s fingers sooth her back, the service alone feeding her wonder. She couldn’t even form words, her eyes blinking and her tipsy movements fighting with her.

“That was..”

“Forbidden territory?” He chuckles deep within his chest, his frame much closer than before.

“I don’t care, I’ll trespass.” She giggles nervously.

“Oh for real?” He said that deeply. “Tell me when and I’ll let you in. I’m just below you, Lola.”

“Are...are you flirting with me?” She trailed her hazy eyes down his frame. His stance definitely changed, he was practically looming over her like he was her personal shade to cool her off, and his face was gratifyingly close to hers.

“Is that a fucking problem?” He rumbled.

“Nah. I-I’m just...” Lola was on the brink of wrapping her legs around this man’s waist.

“Good, cuz we don’t need one unless it’s a problem you want me to fix?” Lola’s creamy brown skin grazed his bare arm, electrifying her. So apparently Erik has a thing for her. Lola thought back to the rose and letter from her secret admirer, wondering if it wasn’t a secret any longer...

“E...” she closes her eyes, flicking her lips with her tongue. This wine...

“What’s your plans for Valentine’s?” He cut her off suddenly.

“Nothing... it’s not like I have anything to look forward to.”

“Why don’t I keep you company? I would hate for you to be lonely.” The shock she felt had her insistent. Erik’s bold, brash behavior surfaced.

“So does that mean you can give me something to look forward to?” Her soft voice trailed off.

He licked at those lips, his fiery gaze strong and withholding. It was definitely clear from the signs that Erik was responsible for sending her the valentines surprise. Your mind traveled back to those words and the way he described the capabilities of that tongue of his. How was his erotic writing on the same level of his actions? She truly wanted to know. Why the hell not? What was the harm in being his naked demonstration? The chemistry was clearly there.

“That’s it Lola. No more wine, ever.” She let out a graceful laugh before batting her lashes at him.

“I like this Lola though, she’s bold. I’d love to tame that ass.” Erik brushes her cheek with his knuckle.

“Was that what you had in mind when you wrote that sexy little poem Erik?” He didn’t hide or deny anything, he just trapped her between him and that railing, his breath tickling her cheek.

“I got a lot of shit in mind. We got all fucking night into tomorrow, and yes I can go for that long ain’t no problem for me.”

Sex with Erik. It could be right where they stood, or on the floor in his apartment. Either way...Lola wanted to sample this man to see what she’d been missing. She wanted the opportunity to settle below him this time, but with her legs over his shoulders and his dick buried deep inside of her.

“Words Lola. You have a mouth, use that shit.” The scent of his breath was definitely that of chocolate. His hands delicately gripped at her neck, trailing down her chest and to her hips. Erik could definitely feel her heart beating through her clothes.

“I want you to show me, let it take all night if it has to.”

The friction of his hands on her hips increased as he lifted her up with ease, her legs wrapping around him swiftly. Her secret admirer walked down those stairs with her entangled within his embrace, her arms around his neck and his lips attacking her neck. This definitely had to be his plan. He smoothed his way into getting a chance with Lola, and now he had to ease her delicate body into the rough, frantic, scorching sex they were about to have.

@panthergoddessbast @whorderofthepheonix @whoramilaje @vikkidc @allhailnjadaka @bakaris-shorty @trevantesbrat @hoopshoney @princessstevens @thehomierobbstark @destinio1 @loosewindmill @janelledarling @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @halcyonscry @wawakanda-btch @hidden-treasures21 @heyauntieeee @eriknutinthispoosy @hearteyes-for-killmonger @forbeautyandlife @killmonger-dolan @killmongersaidheyauntie @killmongersgurl @killmongerdispussy @erikslulbaby @shookmcgookqueen @jozigrrl @madamslayyy @calitexastrillgoddess @unfriendly-blk-hottie @drsunshine97 @youreadthatright @deja-r @lucidaquarian @wakanda-inspired @softnani @iamrheaspeaks @chaneajoyyy @supersizemeplz @laketaj24 @bartierbakarimobisson

#withlovefromwakanda #amethyst1993 #black panther #killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #love #black panther fanfiction #killmonger #valentines #erik killmonger smut #erikkillmonger killmonger erikstevens blackgirlmagic sex #killmongerfluff erikstevens

[eye-raq]

Erik: Lead the way, Baby Girl

Reader/OC:

#fic inspiration #plush #plus size #erikkillmonger killmonger erikstevens blackgirlmagic sex #amethyst1993 #killmonger #love #killmonger imagine

[eye-raq]

Sorry if I never mentioned before.

But for those of you who don’t know my name is Epiphany 💕

I never really formally introduced myself on here lol

#sorry guys #amethyst1993 #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger imagine #black panther #killmonger #love #erikstevens blackpantherfanfiction blackgirlmagic sex nightlife #black girls killin it #black girls

[eye-raq]

Ember Update

So I’m back in action everyone.

I am currently writing chapter 10

And I will begin writing chapter 11 late next week.

Does anyone want to be added to the tag list?

#amethyst1993 #amethyst1993 erikstevens emberfiction #killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger