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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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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

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Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

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Imagine: getting a new nigga and Erik finds out and shows up to your apartment 💀🤦🏾‍♀️

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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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 20 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: *sighs* may or may not be the last chapter. idk. depends on y'all. Enjoy tho. 200+ if you want the next part (and if it takes forever, Imma take forever to post ch.21 lmfaoooo) PLEASE REBLOG INSTEAD OF COMMENT xx

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Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, Vomit Warning, Lil Itty Bitty Angst, Cliff Hanger af

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