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House Rules
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
Warning: Language, Dom!Erik, Sub!Reader, Smut. Finally!! Everyone’s consensus is that Erik is a jerk and I agree. Sleepy af writing this. Sorry if it’s not great.
Part 7: Forward
‘Doesn’t matter what we do’ yeah right. If it didn’t matter he wouldn’t keep leaving. But it was typical of him to come charging back expecting the world to stop at his command as if he were Beyonce. You close the door and go back into the kitchen. You have turkey burgers with onion, cooked kale, sweet tea, and sweet fluffy cornbread. You just need to take out the mac and cheese.
“I just think it’s funny how you clock me for getting jealous but then you get jealous and throw a whole damn tantrum,” you say removing the casserole dish from the oven.
“One, watch your mouth. I ain’t even here to fight with you. Two, I wasn’t jealous because I’m not like you. I was pissed at the disrespect from BOTH of y'all and unlike YO scary ass, I wasn’t finna sit there and take it. Don’t neither of y'all deserve this premium dick to be honest.”
“Great because I’m not asking for it.”
“Which is why you won’t get it. In fact…”
He makes a direct b-line for your bedroom and your sixth sense warns you that he’s up to no good. You throw down your oven mitt to follow him. He throws open your drawers and you dive in front of him to block his warpath, shoving him, but he shoves you aside. You try building up the inertia to tackle him in a run, but he dodges and you miss horribly crashing to the floor. “Ow,” you murmur feeling a pain in your knee. Then it’s too late. When you look up he has your rabbit and bullet in his hands.
“WHY WOULD YOU SNIFF THAT,” you yell frowning in disgusted horror. You do clean your toys after every use, but still! He had absolutely no shame. God knows how deep his kinks ran.
“Mind ya fuckin business,” he snaps and you look at the digital clock on your nightstand that your mom gave you in college. It’s getting late which means he’ll only get worse. “You ain’t getting no dick and no play period. No toys and if you push me, no fingers. I’ll cut them shits off and you’ll be nuttin on ya damn knuckles.”
“What the hell?! Nigga, you are severely unhinged..”
—
"And since you know that, you got one more time to cuss at me. Try me. I swear I been waitin on this shit,” he squatted to her eye level and held her gaze like a predator, ready to spring at any attitude she returned. She was lowkey pushing him and he could feel it. She was like Shay in that way and he could tell she was wet by the dilation of her pupils, the sexual energy behind her aggression, and the fact she was still sitting on the floor staring up at him with expectation. She wanted something to happen, but did she deserve it? That was a loaded question. She shut up quick and there was a solid pause. No she definitely didn’t deserve it.
"Punk ass.” He rolled his eyes, standing, and she finally picked herself up from the floor, moving to the doorway.. out of his physical reach. She turned on her heel, brave now that she’d walked away. He listened carefully, still ready.
“Look, Stevens. I don’t know what you’re used to with your other subs, but I don’t care how attractive or smart you are. I’m smart too,“ she continued and he almost melted from the cuteness. This was her little speech and she wanted to storm away after to reclaim some sense of control. He let her finish. "And a friendship with me requires mutual respect. So all of this attitude,” she gestured around him to his general aura, “…Needs to die. Fast.”
“There you go with that friendship shit, but you absolutely right and I been fuckin up witchu,” he stepped closer to her and she stepped back. “Calm yo punk ass down, damn.” He hated when she acted that way, nervous and jumpy around him. It was always when she knew she was in danger of being fucked. He wished she’d just relax and let things happen. He passed her in the hall and strolled back into the kitchen. He was hungry and tired of fussing. He didn’t come over for all that. He just wanted to spend some quality time with her and to ease her mind, not increase her anxiety.
“Get you a plate,” he ordered when Y/N surfaced. He watched, tired, as she rolled her eyes and turned to her cabinet, pausing with her hand on a red plate. She whipped back around folding her arms over her chest.
“No,” she said blankly. He stared at her, waiting for her to expound, and her boldness resurfaced. “No, you know what? This is my house and you don’t own shit here. You act a damn fool, insult me, steal my shit, then wanna eat my food? No. You can leave.”
The air was quiet as he stared at her, holding her attention. Her eyes threatened to falter under his icy gaze, but they peered back at him enforcing her words. She meant it or at least.. The pettiness in her was trying to convince her that she did. ‘You don’t own shit,’ she’d said. It echoed in his ears. He heard it clearly.
—
Something told you to run when he stared at you like a serial killer, but you’d chanced it because to a degree, you knew him. You knew he would never hurt you physically and that you didn’t need to be afraid or nervous. But then he’d never given you that look before either and it sent a strong chill through your spine. He lunges with killer speed and your surprised shriek is cut off by his strong hand covering your mouth. Your arm is seized by his and his body traps your back against the fridge, subduing you completely.
“You know, Y/N.. At first I thought a slow pace would be best for you. I ain’t wanna push my luck.” His nose grazes your neck intensifying your chills. You feel his breathy chuckle light against your throat. You try to pull away but it’s of no use, he has you pinned. His eyes are deceptively calm.
“But after today? I realized something about you..” His lips press into the sensitive skin of your neck repeatedly making small smacking noises. His hand travels quickly under the band of your panties. You can feel his breath tickle your skin throwing your breathing out of whack. “You got hoe tendencies,” he continues and you stiffen, somewhat insulted.. again, but still unable to breathe properly.
“Mhm. Hoe ten-den-cies,“ he repeats enunciating for emphasis, "You fast as hell when you think I won’t violate you. Like when you be flirting through text. Wearing them booty shorts with your thick ass jiggling in my face. Then you wanna rub that pussy in my house?” He tuts, “You ain’t think that shit would add up?” He’s the one who told you to masturbate so that didn’t count. The hairs on your arm and neck stand to attention as his mustache and beard prick at your neck and jaw. His fingers sweep between your lower lips and you can feel that you’re already soaked. You groan against the hand that’s clamped tightly over your mouth, unable to hold back the sound.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, nose meeting yours. His thick finger plunges into your wet opening easily and you hold in the sounds, eyes fluttering tightly shut. A second finger slips in and they spread apart stretching you as he places a kiss to your forehead. You shudder in his arms at the variety of sensations.
“I don’t own shit, huh,” he breathes into your neck and you don’t know whether to answer or 'shut the fuck up’, but the latter seems all you can do regardless. His fingers pull out of you and he inhales them as though they are doused in some wonderful fragrance before putting them into his mouth and licking his lips. What was up with him and sniffing everything? Aside from that, you wish he’d given you time to purchase the flavored lube. His actions were causing your anxiety to flare.
“Kiss me,” he says dropping his hand from your mouth and his soft lips land on yours, his tongue invading the space between. You taste yourself. You can’t wait to get that lube. Resistance becomes futile as you melt into him, returning the fervor. You couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped you as your tongues wrestled. It was the intimacy that you craved. You loved kissing Erik.
His hands move down your hips to your thighs and then he pulls, lifting you quickly by the thighs. This time your legs are on either side of him and you wrap your arms around his neck for balance. It made you nervous each time he lifted you. You knew he was strong, but you weren’t at all small and if he dropped you or hit your head on something, you’d be pissed.
“Erik… Chill out. Let’s take this slow,” you reason as he carts you to your bedroom. You know what comes after a kiss like that and it’s not a movie. His response is a peck on your lips. He is moving this situation between you two along way too quickly for your comfort. It hasn’t even been a day since you agreed to his rules. He was taking them seriously. “Erik! I’m not–” He slams you on your bed and you bounce. “I’m not prepar–”
“Didn’t I say shut the fuck up? Say one more thing I’m a fuck you till you can’t walk.. angelcakes.”
The affection was tacked on again at the end, an afterthought. He must get much rougher than this with his other subs. You shut your lips, clamping them tightly together. You don’t doubt his capabilities in the least and you aren’t ready for that level of extreme.
“Yo punk ass wanna be Speedy Gonzalez at the wrong times and shit, but you got the right nigga tonight,” he says looking you up and down. “Strip. I’m a count to ten and I better see skin.” Scared of what could happen to you if you fail, you’re butt naked by seven and he crawls onto the bed between your legs, keeping them spread. He pushes them apart wider, raising your knees. The air hits your vagina. This isn’t good. You feel vulnerable and exposed while he’s still fully clothed.
“I tell you what to do, you do it. That was our arrangement, but you seem to have forgotten. Is it because I left today?” Before you can respond, he continues. “I don’t really care. Be mad, but you WILL obey me. Do you understand?”
Nope. But you nod and he pinches your nipple hard forcing a small falsetto yelp from your lips. “You said dont talk,” you grit following up quickly with an “I hear you.” Jerk. How did you end up in this situation with him?
“You hear, but do you understand? Tell me what you’ll do when I give you an order.”
“I’ll obey,” you say fighting the urge to kiss your teeth in annoyance. He’s so extra. His warm yet rough hands land on your skin, roaming and grasping over your torso and you squirm under his touch, annoyance slowly fading bit by bit. Though you’ve been extremely nervous and hesitant, you’ve also been incredibly horny and touch-starved. It felt amazing to be massaged and loved on after so many solo years. When he grips and kneads your titties, you arch into his palms, glad to finally rub against him in some way.
“Touch yourself,” he commands and your hand finds your clit like this morning when you masturbated at his house. This time, he could see everything. You begin to rub in circular motions while his fingers play with your erect nipples. Erik is entranced by the view of your stimulated vulva and there’s no discomfort in his eyes which makes you feel accepted. You were worried for nothing, it seems. He watches you play, fingers dancing to the left of your clit and down to the source of the wetness. He’s as into it as you are and he can’t even feel what your fingers are doing. You smile at the thought. Suddenly his fingers move yours out of the way.
“Daddy’s turn.”
—
The moment his tongue connected to her pussy and she gasped, he knew it was a wrap. She would be putty in his hands going forward, lil fast ass. He was able to watch her patterns while she masturbated and recreate them with precision, strumming her clit like Carlos Santana on a guitar. He was making her cry, but this wasn’t just an exploration. Oh no. She’d fucked that up. This was a punishment. He’d warned her twice to watch her mouth talking to him, yet she was still talking crazy.
All shame went out the window replaced with a strong urge to cum as she jerked and thrusted beneath him. That was all he wanted for her. He licked and sucked at her dripping core until he could see she was losing control, grabbing her own titties. “Mmm, Mhm,” he moaned in encouragement and somehow it made her even wetter. She tasted good and he was happy for her progress as well as his meal. But she still ain’t deserve to cum just yet. She especially didn’t deserve the dick. She needed to suffer. His fingers returned thrusting inside of her slippery pink walls without him breaking the vacuum seal his lips had on her swollen clit and she moaned deeply. He officially had her in his hand and he was determined to milk her and bring her to the edge as many times as possible. Once. Twice. Three times. He kept pulling back right before she could explode and she was shitty, boy. It was what she deserved.
“Nope. Don’t touch my pussy,” he’d said when she tried to finish the job herself. He’d never seen her so desperate and needy, but it was only the beginning. He’d meant what he said earlier about her asking for the dick and he intended to make her beg. The way her body arched from the bed, begging wordlessly, she could get there by tonight.
His fingers curved to massage her g-spot with the intent of bringing her to the edge of climax for the fourth time. It didn’t take long to do, she was already hovering close to that zone. Her body thrashed at the point where she would normally let up on the pressure during masturbation to spare herself, but he didn’t let up one bit, he went harder, smirking at her attempts to push him back and grab his arm. She knew he wouldn’t let her cum and he knew exactly how to push a woman’s body and pull it back. She needed to learn that she was no longer controlling the pace. That was dead.
“Oh nah, you wasn’t shy when you put your pussy in that bitch face. Don’t be scared now. Open them pretty eyes, I want you watch me eat this pussy.” He flipped her thick legs over her head, folding her body so she would get an unobstructed view of his long tongue on her pussy above her, his hands gripping and pushing back her calves. He dragged his tongue up and down her slit from her opening up to her clit and back. This was the most basic shit and she’d never admit to loving and fantasizing about it, but her wetness didn’t lie. “You love this shit. Daddy’s little hoe,” he teased.
—
Your eyes roll back in your head and you’ve long given up on holding in your moans.
“Please, Erik,” you beg. You’re torn between your pride and being too far gone to care. Every second with every long lick takes you further into dangerous territory.
“Erik ain’t here.”
“Eri- Daddy. I wanna cum.. I need to cum. Please, daddy…,” you breathe unsteadily and he looks sympathetic. You know that look and he’s incapable of sympathy. You push onto his fingers, but he pulls them out of you again. You whine at the loss.
“Stop playing!” You feel a tear of frustration escape. He was taking this teasing thing too far. And you’d even called him the nickname.. twice!
“Aww, angelcakes. Don’t worry I won’t make you cum yet, I know how slow you need things to go. You ain’t prepared to cum yet.”
“Please, I’m ready. Daddy, I’m ready,” you beg feeling desperate and a little crazed, in need of relief.
“Nah I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. You smart and you deserve to be respected. So get up, let’s go eat.”
“Nigga…,” you sigh in exasperation. “You get on my nerves so bad, I swear.” You almost want to cry, but you reign it in with a deep and long exhale. He moves away watching you with a humored expression.
“I ain’t say put your clothes back on. Drop it.”
Kissing your teeth, you drop your shirt. “Man, I need a shower. My thighs are wet and I refuse to ruin my furniture because of it.” His gleaming smile is an irritant to your soul, simultaneously pissing you off and turning you on.
“I need to supervise you. Make sure you don’t start touching spots that ain’t yours to touch.”
Rolling your eyes you grab a towel and washcloth from your linen closet and trot to the bathroom. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the closed door where he watches you turn on the shower and jump back at the spray of cold water that hits your side. His laugh spurts and you throw the soap bar at him in a hard pitch. That’s funny too apparently. He returns the soap and the water warms enough for you to get under it. You halfway expect him to join you, but he doesn’t. It’s unnerving feeling his stare during such a private moment, but you manage to ignore it and clean yourself up. He hands you your towel and after you dry off, you wrap up with it.
“Now dinner.”
You nod your agreement. This time he points to a chair and you sit and wait at your dining table while he fishes out two plates with utensils and glasses, plating your meals and setting the table. This energy feels more like a typical Friday movie night energy and while you’re disappointed you didn’t get the chance to cum, you welcome your best friend’s reappearance.
“So, where DID you go when you abandoned me earlier,” you ask with a bite of turkey burger. You had to ask, you were curious. You figured he’d gone to get his rocks off with a different, less infuriating sub.
“Shay’s,” he confesses. “You said abandoned? It ain’t like I left you tied to the bed. You were comfortable. Probably masturbated right after I left like you’ll do when I leave tonight. Only this time you’ll have to use your fingers.”
—
“And because I know how you work, yes, I fucked her. But don’t trip, I broke things off with her right after. She’s out and you’re my new number three.” Her face gave it away, she ain’t like that much, but she wouldn’t argue. She already knew what it was. Still, like Shay, she wanted to be the only, but that wouldn’t work for him. Not just yet because she wasn’t ready to keep up with him. With Shay, not ever because he wasn’t interested.
“I didn’t ask you all that,” she snapped defensively. That’s the thing, she ain’t have to.
“Mhm, so other than masturbating and cooking this bomb ass food, what you do after I left?” he eyed her, stabbing into his mac and cheese.
“After you abandoned me to run off and no doubt have obscenely kinky sex all because you were mad at me?” He had to smile. There was no pulling the wool over her eyes. “Oh, I took a nap and then finally made it to the Coffee Bean. Then I watched Deadpool 2 and did some laundry.”
“You watched it without me,” his head cocked to the side in genuine disappointment. They were supposed to watch that together when a working stream was posted. He met her proud smirk with a strong stare which only made her smirk more smug.
“This why I like you. Why you don’t show this side to other people? You might actually get some friends.“
Her smug grin turned into a glare, eyes narrowing into a chagrined expression. "How you just assume i don’t have friends?”
“Well, first.. if you did you wouldn’t be alone or with me so often. Two, who with friends stays home as often as you do? Three, you never talk about friends, just the people at your job and made up characters you seen on screen. Next question.” He had to read her like that for her own good, but he knew it would come back.
“And what about you,” here we go, “I bet the only people you talk to outside of your job, whatever that is, Tommy… are your subs.”
She was right, but he didn’t need friends. She needed and deserved to have a bunch of kind-hearted people like her around who care about her.
“It ain’t your job to worry about me. I’m thinkin bout you. We gone get you some good lil friends, ma, and you’ll be good. No niggas though.”
“What’s that matter? What ever happened to me doing whatever I want outside of being with you? You having a little difficulty?”
“Find a nigga that can give you something I can’t and then I’ll be jealous. Until then, I just ain’t helping you find nigga friends because it’s a high chance they won’t be genuine or good for you.”
“You were..”
She meant it, he could feel that in his heart. It felt good to be praised by her. A smile played on the corner of his lips, but he fought it. “My intentions weren’t pure and they still aren’t.”
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House Rules
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
Warning: Language, Dom!Erik, Sub!Reader, Smut. Finally!! Everyone’s consensus is that Erik is a jerk and I agree. Sleepy af writing this. Sorry if it’s not great.
Part 7: Forward
‘Doesn’t matter what we do’ yeah right. If it didn’t matter he wouldn’t keep leaving. But it was typical of him to come charging back expecting the world to stop at his command as if he were Beyonce. You close the door and go back into the kitchen. You have turkey burgers with onion, cooked kale, sweet tea, and sweet fluffy cornbread. You just need to take out the mac and cheese.
“I just think it’s funny how you clock me for getting jealous but then you get jealous and throw a whole damn tantrum,” you say removing the casserole dish from the oven.
“One, watch your mouth. I ain’t even here to fight with you. Two, I wasn’t jealous because I’m not like you. I was pissed at the disrespect from BOTH of y'all and unlike YO scary ass, I wasn’t finna sit there and take it. Don’t neither of y'all deserve this premium dick to be honest.”
“Great because I’m not asking for it.”
“Which is why you won’t get it. In fact…”
He makes a direct b-line for your bedroom and your sixth sense warns you that he’s up to no good. You throw down your oven mitt to follow him. He throws open your drawers and you dive in front of him to block his warpath, shoving him, but he shoves you aside. You try building up the inertia to tackle him in a run, but he dodges and you miss horribly crashing to the floor. “Ow,” you murmur feeling a pain in your knee. Then it’s too late. When you look up he has your rabbit and bullet in his hands.
“WHY WOULD YOU SNIFF THAT,” you yell frowning in disgusted horror. You do clean your toys after every use, but still! He had absolutely no shame. God knows how deep his kinks ran.
“Mind ya fuckin business,” he snaps and you look at the digital clock on your nightstand that your mom gave you in college. It’s getting late which means he’ll only get worse. “You ain’t getting no dick and no play period. No toys and if you push me, no fingers. I’ll cut them shits off and you’ll be nuttin on ya damn knuckles.”
“What the hell?! Nigga, you are severely unhinged..”
—
"And since you know that, you got one more time to cuss at me. Try me. I swear I been waitin on this shit,” he squatted to her eye level and held her gaze like a predator, ready to spring at any attitude she returned. She was lowkey pushing him and he could feel it. She was like Shay in that way and he could tell she was wet by the dilation of her pupils, the sexual energy behind her aggression, and the fact she was still sitting on the floor staring up at him with expectation. She wanted something to happen, but did she deserve it? That was a loaded question. She shut up quick and there was a solid pause. No she definitely didn’t deserve it.
"Punk ass.” He rolled his eyes, standing, and she finally picked herself up from the floor, moving to the doorway.. out of his physical reach. She turned on her heel, brave now that she’d walked away. He listened carefully, still ready.
“Look, Stevens. I don’t know what you’re used to with your other subs, but I don’t care how attractive or smart you are. I’m smart too,“ she continued and he almost melted from the cuteness. This was her little speech and she wanted to storm away after to reclaim some sense of control. He let her finish. "And a friendship with me requires mutual respect. So all of this attitude,” she gestured around him to his general aura, “…Needs to die. Fast.”
“There you go with that friendship shit, but you absolutely right and I been fuckin up witchu,” he stepped closer to her and she stepped back. “Calm yo punk ass down, damn.” He hated when she acted that way, nervous and jumpy around him. It was always when she knew she was in danger of being fucked. He wished she’d just relax and let things happen. He passed her in the hall and strolled back into the kitchen. He was hungry and tired of fussing. He didn’t come over for all that. He just wanted to spend some quality time with her and to ease her mind, not increase her anxiety.
“Get you a plate,” he ordered when Y/N surfaced. He watched, tired, as she rolled her eyes and turned to her cabinet, pausing with her hand on a red plate. She whipped back around folding her arms over her chest.
“No,” she said blankly. He stared at her, waiting for her to expound, and her boldness resurfaced. “No, you know what? This is my house and you don’t own shit here. You act a damn fool, insult me, steal my shit, then wanna eat my food? No. You can leave.”
The air was quiet as he stared at her, holding her attention. Her eyes threatened to falter under his icy gaze, but they peered back at him enforcing her words. She meant it or at least.. The pettiness in her was trying to convince her that she did. ‘You don’t own shit,’ she’d said. It echoed in his ears. He heard it clearly.
—
Something told you to run when he stared at you like a serial killer, but you’d chanced it because to a degree, you knew him. You knew he would never hurt you physically and that you didn’t need to be afraid or nervous. But then he’d never given you that look before either and it sent a strong chill through your spine. He lunges with killer speed and your surprised shriek is cut off by his strong hand covering your mouth. Your arm is seized by his and his body traps your back against the fridge, subduing you completely.
“You know, Y/N.. At first I thought a slow pace would be best for you. I ain’t wanna push my luck.” His nose grazes your neck intensifying your chills. You feel his breathy chuckle light against your throat. You try to pull away but it’s of no use, he has you pinned. His eyes are deceptively calm.
“But after today? I realized something about you..” His lips press into the sensitive skin of your neck repeatedly making small smacking noises. His hand travels quickly under the band of your panties. You can feel his breath tickle your skin throwing your breathing out of whack. “You got hoe tendencies,” he continues and you stiffen, somewhat insulted.. again, but still unable to breathe properly.
“Mhm. Hoe ten-den-cies,“ he repeats enunciating for emphasis, "You fast as hell when you think I won’t violate you. Like when you be flirting through text. Wearing them booty shorts with your thick ass jiggling in my face. Then you wanna rub that pussy in my house?” He tuts, “You ain’t think that shit would add up?” He’s the one who told you to masturbate so that didn’t count. The hairs on your arm and neck stand to attention as his mustache and beard prick at your neck and jaw. His fingers sweep between your lower lips and you can feel that you’re already soaked. You groan against the hand that’s clamped tightly over your mouth, unable to hold back the sound.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, nose meeting yours. His thick finger plunges into your wet opening easily and you hold in the sounds, eyes fluttering tightly shut. A second finger slips in and they spread apart stretching you as he places a kiss to your forehead. You shudder in his arms at the variety of sensations.
“I don’t own shit, huh,” he breathes into your neck and you don’t know whether to answer or 'shut the fuck up’, but the latter seems all you can do regardless. His fingers pull out of you and he inhales them as though they are doused in some wonderful fragrance before putting them into his mouth and licking his lips. What was up with him and sniffing everything? Aside from that, you wish he’d given you time to purchase the flavored lube. His actions were causing your anxiety to flare.
“Kiss me,” he says dropping his hand from your mouth and his soft lips land on yours, his tongue invading the space between. You taste yourself. You can’t wait to get that lube. Resistance becomes futile as you melt into him, returning the fervor. You couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped you as your tongues wrestled. It was the intimacy that you craved. You loved kissing Erik.
His hands move down your hips to your thighs and then he pulls, lifting you quickly by the thighs. This time your legs are on either side of him and you wrap your arms around his neck for balance. It made you nervous each time he lifted you. You knew he was strong, but you weren’t at all small and if he dropped you or hit your head on something, you’d be pissed.
“Erik… Chill out. Let’s take this slow,” you reason as he carts you to your bedroom. You know what comes after a kiss like that and it’s not a movie. His response is a peck on your lips. He is moving this situation between you two along way too quickly for your comfort. It hasn’t even been a day since you agreed to his rules. He was taking them seriously. “Erik! I’m not–” He slams you on your bed and you bounce. “I’m not prepar–”
“Didn’t I say shut the fuck up? Say one more thing I’m a fuck you till you can’t walk.. angelcakes.”
The affection was tacked on again at the end, an afterthought. He must get much rougher than this with his other subs. You shut your lips, clamping them tightly together. You don’t doubt his capabilities in the least and you aren’t ready for that level of extreme.
“Yo punk ass wanna be Speedy Gonzalez at the wrong times and shit, but you got the right nigga tonight,” he says looking you up and down. “Strip. I’m a count to ten and I better see skin.” Scared of what could happen to you if you fail, you’re butt naked by seven and he crawls onto the bed between your legs, keeping them spread. He pushes them apart wider, raising your knees. The air hits your vagina. This isn’t good. You feel vulnerable and exposed while he’s still fully clothed.
“I tell you what to do, you do it. That was our arrangement, but you seem to have forgotten. Is it because I left today?” Before you can respond, he continues. “I don’t really care. Be mad, but you WILL obey me. Do you understand?”
Nope. But you nod and he pinches your nipple hard forcing a small falsetto yelp from your lips. “You said dont talk,” you grit following up quickly with an “I hear you.” Jerk. How did you end up in this situation with him?
“You hear, but do you understand? Tell me what you’ll do when I give you an order.”
“I’ll obey,” you say fighting the urge to kiss your teeth in annoyance. He’s so extra. His warm yet rough hands land on your skin, roaming and grasping over your torso and you squirm under his touch, annoyance slowly fading bit by bit. Though you’ve been extremely nervous and hesitant, you’ve also been incredibly horny and touch-starved. It felt amazing to be massaged and loved on after so many solo years. When he grips and kneads your titties, you arch into his palms, glad to finally rub against him in some way.
“Touch yourself,” he commands and your hand finds your clit like this morning when you masturbated at his house. This time, he could see everything. You begin to rub in circular motions while his fingers play with your erect nipples. Erik is entranced by the view of your stimulated vulva and there’s no discomfort in his eyes which makes you feel accepted. You were worried for nothing, it seems. He watches you play, fingers dancing to the left of your clit and down to the source of the wetness. He’s as into it as you are and he can’t even feel what your fingers are doing. You smile at the thought. Suddenly his fingers move yours out of the way.
“Daddy’s turn.”
—
The moment his tongue connected to her pussy and she gasped, he knew it was a wrap. She would be putty in his hands going forward, lil fast ass. He was able to watch her patterns while she masturbated and recreate them with precision, strumming her clit like Carlos Santana on a guitar. He was making her cry, but this wasn’t just an exploration. Oh no. She’d fucked that up. This was a punishment. He’d warned her twice to watch her mouth talking to him, yet she was still talking crazy.
All shame went out the window replaced with a strong urge to cum as she jerked and thrusted beneath him. That was all he wanted for her. He licked and sucked at her dripping core until he could see she was losing control, grabbing her own titties. “Mmm, Mhm,” he moaned in encouragement and somehow it made her even wetter. She tasted good and he was happy for her progress as well as his meal. But she still ain’t deserve to cum just yet. She especially didn’t deserve the dick. She needed to suffer. His fingers returned thrusting inside of her slippery pink walls without him breaking the vacuum seal his lips had on her swollen clit and she moaned deeply. He officially had her in his hand and he was determined to milk her and bring her to the edge as many times as possible. Once. Twice. Three times. He kept pulling back right before she could explode and she was shitty, boy. It was what she deserved.
“Nope. Don’t touch my pussy,” he’d said when she tried to finish the job herself. He’d never seen her so desperate and needy, but it was only the beginning. He’d meant what he said earlier about her asking for the dick and he intended to make her beg. The way her body arched from the bed, begging wordlessly, she could get there by tonight.
His fingers curved to massage her g-spot with the intent of bringing her to the edge of climax for the fourth time. It didn’t take long to do, she was already hovering close to that zone. Her body thrashed at the point where she would normally let up on the pressure during masturbation to spare herself, but he didn’t let up one bit, he went harder, smirking at her attempts to push him back and grab his arm. She knew he wouldn’t let her cum and he knew exactly how to push a woman’s body and pull it back. She needed to learn that she was no longer controlling the pace. That was dead.
“Oh nah, you wasn’t shy when you put your pussy in that bitch face. Don’t be scared now. Open them pretty eyes, I want you watch me eat this pussy.” He flipped her thick legs over her head, folding her body so she would get an unobstructed view of his long tongue on her pussy above her, his hands gripping and pushing back her calves. He dragged his tongue up and down her slit from her opening up to her clit and back. This was the most basic shit and she’d never admit to loving and fantasizing about it, but her wetness didn’t lie. “You love this shit. Daddy’s little hoe,” he teased.
—
Your eyes roll back in your head and you’ve long given up on holding in your moans.
“Please, Erik,” you beg. You’re torn between your pride and being too far gone to care. Every second with every long lick takes you further into dangerous territory.
“Erik ain’t here.”
“Eri- Daddy. I wanna cum.. I need to cum. Please, daddy…,” you breathe unsteadily and he looks sympathetic. You know that look and he’s incapable of sympathy. You push onto his fingers, but he pulls them out of you again. You whine at the loss.
“Stop playing!” You feel a tear of frustration escape. He was taking this teasing thing too far. And you’d even called him the nickname.. twice!
“Aww, angelcakes. Don’t worry I won’t make you cum yet, I know how slow you need things to go. You ain’t prepared to cum yet.”
“Please, I’m ready. Daddy, I’m ready,” you beg feeling desperate and a little crazed, in need of relief.
“Nah I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. You smart and you deserve to be respected. So get up, let’s go eat.”
“Nigga…,” you sigh in exasperation. “You get on my nerves so bad, I swear.” You almost want to cry, but you reign it in with a deep and long exhale. He moves away watching you with a humored expression.
“I ain’t say put your clothes back on. Drop it.”
Kissing your teeth, you drop your shirt. “Man, I need a shower. My thighs are wet and I refuse to ruin my furniture because of it.” His gleaming smile is an irritant to your soul, simultaneously pissing you off and turning you on.
“I need to supervise you. Make sure you don’t start touching spots that ain’t yours to touch.”
Rolling your eyes you grab a towel and washcloth from your linen closet and trot to the bathroom. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the closed door where he watches you turn on the shower and jump back at the spray of cold water that hits your side. His laugh spurts and you throw the soap bar at him in a hard pitch. That’s funny too apparently. He returns the soap and the water warms enough for you to get under it. You halfway expect him to join you, but he doesn’t. It’s unnerving feeling his stare during such a private moment, but you manage to ignore it and clean yourself up. He hands you your towel and after you dry off, you wrap up with it.
“Now dinner.”
You nod your agreement. This time he points to a chair and you sit and wait at your dining table while he fishes out two plates with utensils and glasses, plating your meals and setting the table. This energy feels more like a typical Friday movie night energy and while you’re disappointed you didn’t get the chance to cum, you welcome your best friend’s reappearance.
“So, where DID you go when you abandoned me earlier,” you ask with a bite of turkey burger. You had to ask, you were curious. You figured he’d gone to get his rocks off with a different, less infuriating sub.
“Shay’s,” he confesses. “You said abandoned? It ain’t like I left you tied to the bed. You were comfortable. Probably masturbated right after I left like you’ll do when I leave tonight. Only this time you’ll have to use your fingers.”
—
“And because I know how you work, yes, I fucked her. But don’t trip, I broke things off with her right after. She’s out and you’re my new number three.” Her face gave it away, she ain’t like that much, but she wouldn’t argue. She already knew what it was. Still, like Shay, she wanted to be the only, but that wouldn’t work for him. Not just yet because she wasn’t ready to keep up with him. With Shay, not ever because he wasn’t interested.
“I didn’t ask you all that,” she snapped defensively. That’s the thing, she ain’t have to.
“Mhm, so other than masturbating and cooking this bomb ass food, what you do after I left?” he eyed her, stabbing into his mac and cheese.
“After you abandoned me to run off and no doubt have obscenely kinky sex all because you were mad at me?” He had to smile. There was no pulling the wool over her eyes. “Oh, I took a nap and then finally made it to the Coffee Bean. Then I watched Deadpool 2 and did some laundry.”
“You watched it without me,” his head cocked to the side in genuine disappointment. They were supposed to watch that together when a working stream was posted. He met her proud smirk with a strong stare which only made her smirk more smug.
“This why I like you. Why you don’t show this side to other people? You might actually get some friends.“
Her smug grin turned into a glare, eyes narrowing into a chagrined expression. "How you just assume i don’t have friends?”
“Well, first.. if you did you wouldn’t be alone or with me so often. Two, who with friends stays home as often as you do? Three, you never talk about friends, just the people at your job and made up characters you seen on screen. Next question.” He had to read her like that for her own good, but he knew it would come back.
“And what about you,” here we go, “I bet the only people you talk to outside of your job, whatever that is, Tommy… are your subs.”
She was right, but he didn’t need friends. She needed and deserved to have a bunch of kind-hearted people like her around who care about her.
“It ain’t your job to worry about me. I’m thinkin bout you. We gone get you some good lil friends, ma, and you’ll be good. No niggas though.”
“What’s that matter? What ever happened to me doing whatever I want outside of being with you? You having a little difficulty?”
“Find a nigga that can give you something I can’t and then I’ll be jealous. Until then, I just ain’t helping you find nigga friends because it’s a high chance they won’t be genuine or good for you.”
“You were..”
She meant it, he could feel that in his heart. It felt good to be praised by her. A smile played on the corner of his lips, but he fought it. “My intentions weren’t pure and they still aren’t.”
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Recommendations.
Compilation of links to fics I highly recommend. Some of MY personal favorites. I’ll be updating this along with my masterlist. I’M NOT DONE.
Series
Split / Split 2 / Cheater. / Snow Ball @erikismybitch
Champion @killmongersgurl
Sacredly Scarred @whorderofthepheonix
Overstimulated @princessstevens
And Our Cries Fell On Deaf Ears @nemesispawn
My Dope Man / Fumbles / @killmoncoochie
Summertime Love @blackpantherismyish
Mob Boss Zaddy / My New Toy @eriknutinthispoosy
Hoe Ass Erik / Dirty Little Secrets @vanitykocaine
Apartment Bae @panthergoddessbast
Say My Name / Disorderly @sonofnjobu
Pray for Me @bury-me-in-the-ocean
What You Need / I’ll Be Around / Purposeful Naivety @killmvnger
Until the Quiet Comes @muse-of-mbaku
Waffles / When You’re Mad @thehomierobbstark
One-Shot
Nothing Easy to Please @bidibidibombaclaat
Lemon @thebrokenmistakes
Midnight Marathons @lunaerly
Coconut / I love you, King @killmoncoochie
My Queen @sherrybaby14
Green Goddess / Sunday Dinner / Payback @vanitykocaine
His Personal Lawyer @eriknutinthispoosy
Just Take Both @erikismybitch
Gumby / The Coat Room @sonofnjobu
Ooooooh Michael how dare you?!
Good morning! An Erik Killmonger oneshot will be coming your way tonight. In the mean time, have any headcanons you want to see? Send them in!
Electricity.
Requested by Anonymous: So we all agree that Erik is a Dom. A piece with the reader being an innocent bystander of the museum and she’s looking at the same artifacts as Erik and she’s utterly captivated by him and doesn’t want him to notice. He approaches real smooth like starts to talking about colonization and such then gets real close to her ear whispering how he knows she’s been watching him and he can spot a Sub from a mile away then smut ensues. Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Female Reader Warnings: NSFW, tons of smut! And I do mean tons. Fingering, fellatio (male receiving), choking, protected sex (use a condom, kids!), along with a mildly unhealthy one night stand. And Erik being... well, Erik. Enjoy! Word Count: 3.4k. If you like to read a quick smut fic, this is not for you. Grab a glass of wine and hunker down, readers! This took almost a week to write. A/N: The biggest thank you I can extend goes to @panthergoddessbast. She’s been a constant help with my recent writing, and for this one shot she went above and beyond. gif credit.
Upon entering the museum’s exhibit, you had contemplated if paying good money out of your own pocket to view a diluted display of African Culture was worth it.
- Until you saw him.
He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen.
The way the stranger held himself exuded smooth confidence like a cat on the prowl. His posture reminded you of someone who had once been in the military, hands tucked behind him with his back as straight as a board. He walked slow circles around the same display of what looked like a handmade hatchet. This loop gave you enough time to rake your eyes over his figure, taking in the broad shoulders covered in denim as you wondered how wide your legs would have to spread to accommodate them. You could feel yourself growing wet at the thought, glancing back up to get another look at his face. At least – until you accidentally made eye contact.
So you did an intelligent thing. Immediately look in the opposite direction and pretend to be absorbed in another display. Maybe if you looked away long enough he would forget about you.
Despite your unshakable logic, the reflection in the glass display in front of you showed a handsome form gradually advancing towards you from behind. Taking deep breaths were supposed to steady your heart rate, instead you caught the undertone of his musky cologne. Rich enough to make your knees weak with undertones that were strictly his.
The second he caught your eye, Erik couldn’t stop himself from smirking. Your expression may as well have been one of total submission for him – and he fucking loved submissive women. Nothing got his motor running quite like ruining a sexy girl like you with his cock. Would you be the type to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans? Or would you be the type to test his patience, mouthing off to him until your quips turn to screams? There’s only one way to find out, he thought, closing the distance between the two of you within a matter of seconds.
“It’s fucked up,” he finally spoke. He was close enough to you to feel his breath on the back of your neck. “This place is a joke… a shrine to ‘history’ for the white man. They got white washed exhibits of the Natives and African tribes, ain’t nobody told em how they been ripped out of the hands of the people that made em.”
“All for the sake of a dollar,” you added. It was the first time you had spoken to each other, and yet you had more in common than anyone else in the entire museum. “They forced our families apart, sold us like cattle and treated us like dogs. We fought fifty times harder for a tenth of the respect owed to us. Our ancestors went through more abuse than any white person can imagine, and we’re still afraid for our lives… even now.”
Unbeknownst to you, Erik’s eyes had remained on you the entire time you spoke. Some men may share in the emotional resonance of your words, and he knew you were right, but he would much prefer a passionate fuck than a passionate conversation. Unless said conversation took place while he had you spread out over the surface of one of these damn displays while he fucked you raw. His dick was already pressed against the confines of his jeans, leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
You tensed up the second you felt his feather light touch, unsure if what he had done was intentional or not. You turned your head towards the stranger to see if maybe it was your imagination, only to stop short mere centimetres from this man’s mouth.
“Oh,” you gulped. Was he trying to kiss you? Should you lean forward and make the first move? Or simply melt into a puddle on the floor? Only you know which direction you were leaning in when Erik finally spoke.
“Ain’t nothin’ I can say to top that, babygirl. But I can show you something.” Before you could even react Erik’s hands were on your hips, holding you steady while he pressed his erection against your ass. You held perfectly still, afraid that if you moved in the slightest he’d evaporate into thin air.
He must have sensed your internal conflict; you could feel the vibrations of his chest when he chuckled softly in your ear. “Don’t think I ain’t seen you undressing me with your eyes over here. Made me wanna use that open mouth for something else.”
You didn’t need to even think about articulating a response to that.
“I’m staying at the Raddison,” you purred softly, timed with a bold roll of your hips that made Erik’s grip tighten. “Room 442. Care to join me?”
Judging from the way he yanked you away from the display and towards the front door – the answer was yes.
The five minute walk to your hotel turned into a two and a half minute sprint, taking turns tugging each other by the hand in the race to reach your room as fast as possible. If it wasn’t for the erection he was sporting, Erik would have led the charge the entire way. Instead it was you who reached the glass doors of the Raddison first, bursting through the door and racing towards the elevators.
It wasn’t until you were shuffling impatiently in front of the elevators that something dawned on you. “I… I forgot to ask you your name,” you said sheepishly. The corner of his mouth twitched upward just the slightest, but his gaze remained unwavering on the set of elevators in front of you.
“Erik. Name’s Erik.”
- Erik kissed you for the first time once the two of you made it inside the elevator. He pinned you against the nearest wall, sucking briefly on your lower lip before you drew him closer. His tongue brushed briefly against yours, warm hands sliding to the small of your back to press you closer. Neither of you noticed the elevator had slowed down, too lost in each other and the depth of your kiss. If it hadn’t been for the automated voice announcing your arrival, you may have ended up forgoing the bedroom in the first place.
“Almost there,” you huffed, locating your key card with slightly shaking hands. Upon your arrival at the hotel, you had scrunched your nose at the pack of condoms in your welcome gift. Maybe you would be able to make use of everything after all…
“You need the tour?” You asked once you were inside, never breaking eye contact with Erik.
“Nah.”
“Good.”
Moving together as one, you hopped up to latch your legs around his hips and your arms around his waist. Erik ‘supported’ you with a firm grip on your ass, his breath hitching when you kissed the skin directly underneath his ear. He dumped you rather unceremoniously onto your bed, making you yelp in protest to the sudden change in elevation.
You had every intention to fix Erik with a very stern look, once you could tell which way was up again. Instead any protests you had died down because of the now shirtless man at the end of your bed. His entire torso was littered with small, raised scars that you’d never seen before. Something in his gaze told you there was no room for discussion, keeping your mouth closed and ogling the definition of his muscles instead.
“Take it off,” Erik grunted. He jutted his chin towards your dress, palming himself as best he could through the denim of his jeans. You unzipped the material just enough to be able to pull the dress up over your head, not wanting to miss the look on Erik’s face when he saw you clad in your bra and panties that complimented your skin tone perfectly.
“God damn. Look at you. Flip over, babygirl.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you obediently propped yourself up on all fours. Erik’s eyes were practically glued to your ass, unzipping and stepping out of his jeans without looking away for a second.
“You gon be good?” he asked, trailing the pad of his finger from the sole of your foot to the back of your knee. When he was met with nothing but silence on your end, the sharp crack of his hand coming down on your ass cheek startled you out of your trance. “Ah! Y-yes, I’ll be good for you.”
You’re yanked back by your hair as Erik kisses you forcefully, his free hand unlatching your bra and tugging the material over your shoulders and away from your chest. Your nipples were already pebbled from arousal, shivering from the intensity of his kiss and the breeze on your skin.
“Look at these fucking tits,” he grunts once the kiss is broken, weighing one heavily in his hand before giving it a squeeze. Erik smirks when you inhale sharply, but still allow him to explore your body. He was in charge – you were along for the ride. “Lay down for me princess. Spread those legs nice and wide.”
No sooner does he let go of your hair do you flip back over as sensually as you could, Erik’s mouth immediately attaching itself to the side of your neck. “Oh…” you hummed, tilting your head further back to allow him more access.
The mattress sinks as Erik lowers himself down next to you. Unsure of where to place your hands, you settle for a loose grip on his dreads and another on the bedsheets beneath you. Erik trailed open mouthed kisses from your neck to your sternum, veering right to seal his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned low in your throat, feeling his free hand continue the descent towards the apex of your thighs. Instead of removing the material from around your hips, Erik shifts your panties aside to gain access to his meal for the night.
Erik made no attempt to stifle his moan when he felt your juices coat his fingers, breaking away from your breast to rest his forehead against your shoulder. If it wasn’t for your grip on his hair he would have sat himself up to get a better look… but he had all night. And there was another position he could think of for a close up view.
“This all for me?” He prompted, dragging a finger between your folds. There was something almost tender about the way Erik nuzzled your jaw to draw your attention. “Yes… all for you, baby.” Pleased with your answer, he laved his tongue over your pulse point before plunging two of his fingers inside you without warning. “Oh, fuck!”
You arched off the mattress with a gasp, straining to get a glimpse of his fingers in your pussy. The rhythm he set alternated between scissoring motions and deep thrusts, curving his fingers up to hit a spot that made you see stars. “Gotta open you up,” Erik huffed under his breath. Clearly this had an effect on both of you, moving his hips to grind against you like a teenage boy. You had just moved your hand to help him relieve some of the tension when you felt Erik work a third finger inside you.
“Son of a…” you started, walls stretching to accommodate a new girth. The ability to hold yourself up was overwhelmed by the pressure you felt coiling in your belly. You fell back against the pillows with a mewl, head lulling towards Erik instinctively. His gaze was laser focused on your face, seemingly using zero effort to milk your cunt for everything it was worth.
You’ve never felt like this before - it was different than any orgasm you’ve ever had. There wasn’t enough notice or warning for you to cry out when the pressure hit its peak. You clawed desperately at the hand between your legs as you gush and come hard around Erik’s fingers. The ability for you to whimper or moan was lost to the intensity of your orgasm, burying your face in the crook of Erik’s shoulder. “Fuck yeah… gimme it, girl. All of it.”
Roughly a minute later the tremors had subsided, dimly aware of the fact that Erik’s fingers were no longer inside of you. Instead you saw them being sucked clean by the cocky motherfucker beside you, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream. No pun intended.
Without any of the grand theatrics, Erik patted your thigh once before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. He took his time to slide off your completely ruined panties, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans when he thought you weren’t looking. You took the opportunity to fumble around in the bedside table for the complimentary condoms you’d received. As handsome as Erik was – he was a complete stranger. No glove no love.
From the foot of the bed, Erik glances briefly at the foil packet between your fingers before scoffing. “That ain’t gon fit.” He told you so matter of fact, double checking yourself that the package didn’t say small of some variation. When your gaze returned to Erik, he was already pulling out a different condom from his wallet to use. He had also dropped the jeans he’d been holding over his waist, your eyes widening when you realized he had already yanked off his boxers.
“That ain’t gonna fit either,” you muttered shakily. You swore you could have seen the slightest hint of a smile cross his face, taking his time kneeling on the bed so you could admire him. Magnificent didn’t even begin to do him justice – Erik was easily nine inches long, the tip of his cock arching towards you invitingly.
You dropped the useless condom to the floor.
“On all fours, babygirl. Wanna watch that ass bounce while I fuck you.” Far past the point of desperation to feel you wrapped around his cock, Erik tore the foil of the condom open with his teeth. He almost tore through the condom itself when you obediently presented yourself on your hands and knees before him, giving him a perfect view of your glistening juices coating the inside of your thighs. You made him break his own record for ‘fastest condom application’, scooting forward to line himself up.
Despite having used your juices to slick himself up - you instinctively tensed as Erik nudged your folds open with the tip of his cock. “Shit, relax! You tight enough as is.” You inhaled deeply, reminding yourself that three of his thick fingers had stretched you out only moments before. You could take this… right?
He didn’t give you the chance to sit smug in your own prowess for long, you’d taken the head of his cock without as much as a peep. A slow pace was definitely not his speed, drawing his hips back once before snapping forward and filling you to the hilt. You almost blew out his eardrums with the scream you let out, collapsing forward and face first into the mattress. You were hurting – but he didn’t care. Hell – he’d made you squirt with just his fingers. Imagine what his dick was going to do.
“Nngh…” you groaned, still limp from the waist up. Erik was obviously an alpha male and a bad boy – it shouldn’t have surprised you that he liked it rough. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to be split open without warning, bypassing the ‘breaking in’ stage and diving headfirst into fucking your brains out. Your hips twitched of their own accord, tilting back towards Erik and earning you a firm slap on the ass.
“Oh yeah, you like this shit? Huh?” He swats you again for good measure, gaze focused on the way your ass shook from the force of his thrusts. “Get the fuck up.” Something about the ice in his voice had you scrambling to push yourself back up, glancing back over your shoulder for approval. Erik surges to pull you closer, your back to his chest and his hand around your throat. You whimper softly, grip tightening around your neck.
“Take it…” he hisses, strumming your clit with his free hand. The chemistry between the two of you crackles, electricity sending your heart into overdrive with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck – you gonna make me cum so hard.” This hotel was definitely going to charge you for the bedsheets, you can tell from the obscene noises your pussy is making – you’ve made a complete mess. You’re unable to control the sounds you’re making, Erik reciprocates with animalistic grunts in your ear. The high you’re feeling isn’t kindled slowly into a roaring flame like you’re used to. Being fucked by this man was like throwing gasoline into an inferno, burning bright and fast and so damned good. The ever mouthy Erik has even stopped his soliloquy, moaning louder and louder until –
“I-I’m coming! Oh my…!” Black spots dance around the edge of your vision as your walls clamp and flutter for Erik. He lets you go just in time before you pass out, eyes rolling back while you gasp for air. Somehow the second orgasm is more powerful than the first – a talented dom and a fantastic cock were your bread and butter. You’ve barely come back down from your high when he tosses on your stomach like a ragdoll, hopping off the bed and moving to kneel by your face. Erik makes quick work of the condom, tossing it onto the floor without care. He was too close to care about where it ended up – it’s not like he’d be cleaning this room anyway. You’ve propped yourself up and opened your mouth obediently, all the permission he needs to slide his cock into your mouth.
“C’mon, make me cum,” he prompts, holding your hair tight and fucking your face like he’d wanted to from the second he saw you. You sputter and choke around his girth, fat tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depended on it coaxed a constant stream of “fuck, fuck, fuck!” from Erik. Within seconds he had forced the entire length of his cock past your lips, your nose flush with the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. A firm squeeze of his balls pushed him over the edge, flooding your mouth with his seed with a growl. You happily swallowed every drop, your hands finding purchase on his thighs while he calmed down.
“Shit baby, you done so good.” He praised, swiping away the moisture on your cheeks with his thumb. You almost fight him to keep his softening cock in your mouth, seems you just didn’t want to give it up. - Alas, all good things come to an end. You clear your throat a few times while Erik strolls back to the pile of his clothing on the floor. “T-that was amazing,” you tell him with a wince. You had a feeling you’d lose your voice over the next day or so. “Am… am I ever going to see you again?”
“I’mma put my digits in your phone.” He told you quickly. You can’t bear to watch him get dressed so quickly, still bare as the day you were born on the bed. What did you expect? You took him to your room for a one night stand, no strings attached. But the sadness you felt wasn’t your brain mourning a white picket fence and two kids – you just weren’t sure you’d ever find a fuck quite like him. You brace yourself to say goodbye as he approaches you, if he was quick to leave now there was no way he was going to ever contact you again. Instead he grabs your chin and turns your face towards him, the evidence of the end of his resting period is standing proud before you.
“Whatchu sad for?” Erik chuckles, dumping the handful of condoms he’d collected on the end table. “Sexy girl like you? We ain’t nearly done yet.”
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Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D
This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭
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Y/N POV
I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.
After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.
"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.
I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.
"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.
He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.
"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.
I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.
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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined
"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.
TBC...
I Can Give You A Ride
this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!
Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader
You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.
You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.
“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”
You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”
“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”
“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.
“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.
“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”
You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.
“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.
I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭