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killmongerkink · 3 years

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His for the Night

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. I listened to Dear Silas’ Skr Skr as I wrote. Light SMUT? Excuse typos. Enjoy!

Three heavy knocks echoed through the house, a short rhythm to announce his arrival. The sounds of the approaching steps on the other side of the door was barely heard as he motioned to knock again. As the door swung open, his hand stilled as he looked down to your annoyed face. You looked good mad. You looked good period.

He licked his lips as his gaze trailed over you. Stopping at those brightly painted toes of yours he had a hidden liking for. “Wassup, baby girl. You miss me?” He grinned as you rolled your eyes at him. Those dimples were a weakness of yours and he knew that.

With your arms crossed you rose an arched eyebrow, “You’re late, Stevens.” Your hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the house. “And we don’t have a minute to wait.” Still feisty. He chuckled as you jumped into his arms, his hands attaching to your soft thighs to hold you up. His fingers sunk into the squishy flesh to which he squeezed happily, releasing a groan.

When you released his lips to catch your breath, he beamed an amused smile. “Yo’ fine ass still got that temper, I see..” He flashed his golden canines as he growled. “I can fix that tho.” You squealed as he threw you up enough that you were over his shoulder, ass in the air.

He gave your left cheek a hard slap, kissing your thigh to even the pain. You were so fluffy and he couldn’t help himself. When he’d found your bedroom, he dropped you on the bed. You bounced gently before you stilled, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him close and lock the bedroom door. He peeled from his jacket as his eyes landed on you, glancing at your exposed thighs since you only sported an oversized t-shirt.

He took a moment to admire you. Since he hadn’t seen you in years, you’d looked completely different. But still sexy as hell nonetheless. Your bright orange bonnet matched the color of your nails as well as the Ralph Lauren sign stitched into your shirt. The glow of your skin in the lighting of the dim room was hypnotic. But what made his dick twitch was the slow opening of your legs in the air, exposing the wetness that covered your plump folds.

“Fuck..” The words left his lips in a whisper as his eyes darkened with lust. His hands mindlessly slipped off his shirt as he maneuvered closer to you. “You got that pussy all pretty for me, huh..” He rubbed his hands up the back of your thighs, widening them to make your lips spread. Letting him get a peek of that pink center.

“You know I did..” You held a leg back nails contrasting against the back of your calf. Bringing a your middle finger to your clit, you massaged the erect bundle of nerves slowly before trailing it down to dip into your sex. “Just how you like it, baby.” A soft moan escaped your lips as you pulled it from you, showing Erik the trail that attached to your finger.

He couldn’t get out of his sweats fast enough. When his underwear hit the ground, he stepped from them to get to you. You laid eyes on his erect length, watching it bob with each step he took to get closer to you. A vein trail up the underside of it, following the slight curve to his dark tip. “Just how I like it, huh, princess?” He stroked himself before pushing into you with ease.

You threw your head back, biting your lip as you moaned out. “Shit, just like that..” Your eyes closed as you rubbing your body. He smirked at the short squeals that interrupted you moans when he used his thumb to toy with your clit. Just to test the waters. The back of your thighs smacked against him the harder he stroked.

You bit on your bottom lip, trying to muffle your moaning. Since you tended to get loud during sex sessions with Erik and he loved that. “Nahh, baby girl. Lemme hear you..” He gave a few quick thrust to push them from you. You gripped his forearms with the quickness, squealing his name.

Just what he liked to hear.

The grip he held on your waist was tight, holding you in place as he fucked into you. Skin clapping against skin. Your moans turned into groans of ecstasy as he drilled you. Having learned your kinks, he wrapped a hand around your neck. His thick fingers squeezed gently as he moaned. “Tell me how that dick feels..”

Though his time was limited and you had a man, that didn’t matter in the moment. You were his for the night.

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killmongerkink · 3 years

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Summary: After leaving you without an explanation, your ex tries to come back into your life.

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens X Black!Reader

Warning: angst, language, foreplay.

Length: 3.7k

BTW: this was NOT supposed to end like this but I can’t help myself when it comes to erik 💀. enjoy! and sorry for any typos.

You made sure to avoid Erik's gaze as you made your way around the room with your fiancé, serving sweet smiles and handshakes to a few of the patrons. It had been a few years, 7 to be exact, since you last saw him and it would a lie to say that you weren’t secretly losing your mind. Plans of going back to his homeland were the reason for his departure and none of those plans involved you. Lies of how it was something he had to do alone and how he didn't want you to get caught up were fed to you, and you swallowed them. What else were you supposed to do? You weren't going to fight and beg for him to stay, or better yet take you along. Desperation wasn't a look you wore well, so you let him go. If he was willing to leave you so easily, you had to be able to do the same.

Two weeks later, his number was disconnected.

He literally fell off the face of the earth. You had to suck up the fact that the man you saw yourself marrying one day saw you as nothing more than just a bed and warm meal to pass time with. That had to be all you were. No man could leave the woman he loved so quickly and without a word like that. He was never big on social media, so you couldn't track him down online and you never had an acquaintanceship with any of his buddies, so you didn't bother going to them. You literally had to start your entire life over or at least that's what it felt like.

Being in the same room as him was suffocating. You noticed that you weren't being yourself, more quiet and demure than usual. This was your crowd so why the hell were you feeling like an outsider? If anything, he should’ve been feeling left out. Yet as you caught him in your peripheral, he was getting back pats and wide smiles from everyone he came into contact with. You knew it had to do with his recent rekindled relationship with his cousin, King T'Challa. If it wasn't for that, none of these old men would be giving him the time of day. He would just be another black boy with locs, the same boys they all secretly looked down at behind closed doors.

T'Challa, along with some notable figures from Wakanda, were holding their first Wakandan International Outreach gala. It was dedicated to celebrating it's 5 year anniversary and the many opportunities they were able to give the youth here in Oakland. You didn't know that Erik was related to T'Challa until tonight, when he introduced him during his speech. You were confused, lost, and shocked most of all. The world was entirely too small. Your fiancé Lance squeezed your hand and you smiled in his direction, his eyebrows wiggling playfully as he laughed. You mustered up the best smile you could, coming back to reality. His family had donated a large sum of money towards the center and were the first few people to actually see its potential. You were proud of him, knowing how passionate he was about rebuilding forgotten communities. He pulled out your chair for you, your hands smoothing out the silk material of your dress before you sat down. You noticed his eyes on your thigh, the slit in your dress teasing him.

"Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?"

A surprised look came upon your face at his whisper, his tie being adjusted as he acted as if he didn't just say that. Lance was one of the most reserved and honest men you'd ever come into contact with. He was a sweetheart and very gentle with you, which made sense since he grew up in a very religious household. So it was quite shocking to hear him swear like that. You could probably count on one hand the amount of times he said a curse word in the 3 years you were together.

"Yes, one or two times ... but I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

His hand took yours under the table, giving it a light squeeze. You both were able to talk amongst yourself for a few minutes, having spent 40 just on introductions and your feet were aching in your new YSL heels, curtesy of the man next to you. There was a constant hum of conversations taking place, the background vocals of Janelle Monáe barely getting through to your ears. Some people were coming up to your table to talk and thankfully Lance covered for you. Talking was becoming tiring and repetitive. There were only so many how are you's and let's make plan's you could say in one night. A hand rested on your shoulder and you turned around, seeing Nakia and King T'Challa behind you. You were just about to smile until you saw who was standing with them. He had some nerve.

"Wow, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" Nakia spoke to you, her golden green dress highlighting her curves and skin.

"Hey! I'm great. Congratulations on the centers success, it's amazing." You hugged the both of them and talked for a few, purposely ignoring Erik until you were forced to address him thanks to T'Challa introducing him.

It was hard acting like you didn't know him. Like he wasn't the same guy that you would lay up under at night. Like you both hadn't shared secrets and moments with each other that made you both vulnerable, contrary to what he may think.

"Nice to meet you." You said simply, planning on moving on until he was grabbing your hand and kissing it.

Your once neutral face flipped and out of instinct you tried to snatch your hand away, only for Erik to grip it tighter. His eyes were boring into you as his lips pressed into your skin. He fucking knew that you couldn't act out. It would cause a scene and get people talking, plus this was supposed to be your first time meeting. How would you explain an outburst when in everyone's eyes he was just being sweet?

"Nice to meet you too beautiful. I heard you were directly involved in supporting and donating to the center, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Your heels clicked angrily against the tiled floor, your shoulder length curls leaving the scent of vanilla in the air as you made your way to one of the private bathrooms. A break was needed. From the noise, the partygoers, and most of all Erik. It was crazy how hot your neck was, the heat spreading through the rest of your body. You wanted to curse, yell, and cry all at once. He shouldn't be able to get this much of a rise out of you, but here you were, running away to go sulk in a fucking bathroom. The door hit the back of the wall, a loud boom echoing due to your new found strength. You hoped no one heard, you hoped no one would come to check on the noise. It was impossible to control your emotions and you were bound to go off on the next person that you saw.

Erik was good at playing strangers, so good that he would've made a great ass actor. His scene of being so oblivious as to who your finance was even though everyone fucking knew him. His look of confusion when you mentioned that you both were together, as if the idea was so far fetched that he couldn't believe it. You were holding onto Lance all night, Erik knew damn well that you both were together. No one else caught it, but you saw him eye over Lance before looking at you in disappointment.

This the nigga you with?

That's what he was saying. You knew it was. He smirked so lightly that you could've imaged it, but you know you didn't. Erik was really judging Lance simply based of his looks and you had to laugh. Looks weren't everything, but Lance was attractive as hell. If anything, Lance should've been laughing at Erik. He came to a banquet where people were adorned in foreign designer suits and custom dresses in an open vacation shirt. The nerve to wear that in a room filled with high-ups and investors. He made sure to sit across from you at the table, using the fact that everyone was too busy talking to mess with you. His foot kept nudging yours and when you finally gave him the attention he so desperately wanted, he threw you a look that he knew would get you bothered.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you looked at the woman before you. You were a successful realtor with an equally successful fiancé. You owned a beautiful home, was blessed enough to travel to a new vacation spot every year and was genuinely blessed with the best family and friends. You had it all. So why were you letting some no good ex get you out of character? Hands on the edge of the counter, your head hung low as you took a minute to just relax. Only another hour or so of networking until you and Lance could excuse yourselves and go home. As weird as the entire situation was, it wasn't that much of a big deal. People dealt with exes all the time, some even had to work with them. You were going to be fine, the rest of the night was going to go smoothly and tomorrow would be a new day.

The door opening pulled you out of your little pep talk and you were pretty sure you were dreaming as Erik entered. He was quiet, looking around the bathroom and nodding his head in approval.

"You're joking right? Please tell me you're fucking joking. Seriously, tell me." You laughed, confused at his presence. "Tell me this is a joke."

"Relax."

Face screwed up in disgust, you scoffed and made your way around his body to leave. All you wanted was some time to yourself, but his selfish ass didn't know how to let people just be. Since he wanted to talk, you guessed he expected you to just sit back and let him get whatever bullshit he had to say off his chest. Fuck him and his talk. The urge to be disrespectful and call him goofy was right there, but you held back. A rise is what he wasn't going to get out of you, well .. not another one at least. You were sure you had boosted his ego a little at your obvious distaste for him seconds ago. He knew he was getting under your skin and knowing him, he was enjoying it. His hand met the door just as you pulled it open causing it to close shut.

"Move before I scream."

Now it was his turn to scoff, your threat getting ignored as he moved in front of the door and leaned against it. Now if you would’ve popped him upside the head then you would’ve been wrong right? The silence was almost scary between the two of you. His face was straight and serious, like he was trying to intimidate you. He must've forgotten that you weren't the same girl that he had met years ago. During the time he left, you were able to find yourself and get your shit together. And as heartbroken as you were back then, you wanted to thank him for leaving. Thanks to him you were able to grow up and be the woman that you were today. But no. That would've just bigged his head up even more and make him think that his actions in the past were acceptable. Your eyes stayed on him and you had no plans of backing down. When minutes went by and you were still in the same spot, he licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling, realizing that you weren't going to entertain his shit.

"Just give me a minute and then you can go back to that fuck ass fiancé of yours."

It took everything in you and more to not go off on him. You had some things up your sleeve that would wipe that smug look off his face permanently, but you weren't trying to fight. Not tonight. You were tired of it all and just wanted him to go away like he did years ago. You definitely could've gone the rest of your life not seeing or hearing from him again.

"You wouldn't even believe half the shit I went through to get to where I'm at now, but I'm here. I had some shit to handle back then and I couldn't drag you along. During that time away, I was able to figure shit out. I'm trying to do things in a more ... reasonable and mature way. Think before I act like you used to tell me. Without all that hate in my heart like I had in the past and you know what I'm talking about. All those nights I would go off the handle and scare you. You telling me you liked that shit? You liked being scared and watching me lose it? If I would've stayed, I ain't got a doubt in my mind that I would've lost it or worse." He looked at you with dark eyes, lips flattening like he was trying to stop himself from continuing. "I can't explain everything, but just know that everything I did was for a reason. And there wasn't a day I wasn't thinking of your ass, I mean that."

You listened, deciphered his words and tried to find the part where he explained the reason why he left, only to be left disappointed. His words "I can't explain everything" literally summed up his whole little speech and he could've just said that instead of reciting this shitty ass story. All this time he had to come up with a decent explanation and that was the best he could do.

Typical nigga shit.

You nodded your head, signaling that you had heard him and nudged his shoulder with your hand, attempting to move him so you could leave. He looked offended, probably because he was expecting you to respond back. Nothing needed to be said on your part. What happened was done and you were done. Whatever he thought he was going to get out of this conversation was beyond you. Until he was ready to go into detail about why he left, there was nothing left to talk about between the two of you. And even if he finally came clean about everything, it wouldn't have mattered. It's not like you were going to leave Lance to run into his arms. Erik had abandoned you once and you were sure that he would do it again if given the chance.

"Nah, you ain't leaving baby."

He tried to stop you from getting to the door again, but you weren't going down without a fight. Every time he would move you out the way, you would just try to leave again. His clear frustration and your strange calmness were conflicting, since it was usually the other way around. The sudden sound of clapping and cheers outside let you know that you were currently missing the speeches. Lance was probably wondering where you were and you didn't want him trying to find you and catching you in here. It wouldn't be a good look and Erik would probably say something slick to make matters worse. With a little more force, you pulled back the door and successfully pushed Erik out the way. He stumbled a bit, not expecting you to be so tough and watched you walk out the bathroom.

"Can you fucking stop? You seriously gonna just dip like that?"

"You should know a little something about dipping." You looked back, his muscled shoulders squared. "Enjoy the rest of your night and please, respect my wishes and don’t approach me ever again.”

Erik stepped out of the bathroom, watching you walk down the long hall. He had to give it to you, you had grown up in the time he was away and he was proud that you weren't taking his shit. That didn't mean that he was just going to let you get away. He could admit that what he did was fucked up, but he just had to get you to himself so you could finally listen, finally realize that he was the one for you and not this Lance character. Sure, he had left you for years without a word, but it was all for a good reason. Erik understood that, so why couldn’t you?

In a few long strides he was swinging your body back, a loud gasp coming from you as you roughly hit the wall. His lips were on yours, his tongue taking no time to invade your mouth. It was sloppy and aggressive, but most of all sexy as hell. He always knew how to work his mouth. You got into the kiss, your hands pulling at his shirt so roughly that a few buttons popped off, the light pitter patter of them hitting the floor mixing with the smacking of your lips. When you were satisfied with whatever the hell this was, you pushed him back before meeting his cheek with your palm. You didn’t mean to do it, but something had just came over you. It was loud and your hand felt as though static was running through it, the sharp stinging making you imagine how his face probably felt.

He touched the assaulted skin, his tongue poking through his cheek as he nodded his head. Your breath started to become ragged when you saw him smile, eyes dark and on you before your throat felt like it was on fire. You flailed your arms out, trying to strike him yet again before you were holding onto his wrist, nails digging into his skin. He had a devilish smirk on his face, his top lip curled while his hand slapped your thigh. Out of instinct, your legs opened and his hand pressed into your mound, the clockwise motion and pressure against your clit making your hips push forward, welcoming it. The material of your thong was so thin that it felt like his hand was directly on you, the heat radiating from him making your stomach tighten. The main room was just around the corner, anyone walking this way would’ve easily been able to see you both. You could imagine the look of shock that would run across their face, eyes wide and mouth open. The thought along with Erik stuffing two fingers into you suddenly had your eyes damn near rolling.

“Look at you. All this talk and you ‘bout to cum all over my fucking hand. Damn shame.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You strained out, his hold on your throat still firm.

It was sickening how well he remembered you. Erik had shown you a whole new world when it came to sex. Even when you guys would do it slow and lovingly, he still had a hint of aggressiveness behind it that would push you over the edge. Lance on the other hand was only comfortable with doing it missionary or from the side. He was able to please you without a doubt, but sometimes you wanted him to get a little rough. Just something to show you that raw passion you had been feigning for.

One flick of his wrist had you stilling, mouth agape before you were crying out lowly, teeth now clenched together as you tried to hold yourself back. Erik removed his hold from your neck, covering your mouth next and causing you to breath harshly from your nose. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly ceased his fingers, the thick digits almost matching the width of the vibrator you had hidden in your sock drawer.

“You forever gonna be mine, you know it too.”

Erik finally moved away from you, stepping back until he met the wall behind him. His fingers entered his mouth and he made a show of licking them, palming his dick with his other one. Feeling embarrassed, fooled and just dumb as hell, you adjusted your dress and started making your way down the hall. You were an idiot and now a cheater. Lance, a man that you thought only existed in your dreams, was probably looking for you now and here you were ... getting fingered silly in the hallway.

Your head was held high as you walked back towards the party, so busy on getting away from Erik that you didn't realize the tears building in your eyes until your vision started to get blurry.

Pulling out his phone, Erik searched your name and was met with multiple articles. Most of them featured you due to your connection to your little poster boy and he had to laugh at the pictures of you two together. Sure, the nigga was donating his time and money towards the center and that was gravy and all, but he was a fucking nerd. Everything about him was cookie cutter, boy next door type shit. Anything with his name on it had his parents on it as well, making Erik wonder if he could accomplish anything on his own without mommy and daddy. Scrolling down some, he clicked the link that had a professional shot of you in a business suit.

Oasis Lane Realty.

He had been going back and forth on whether or not he should get a place out here. Hotels were cool, but he didn't like staying in places that weren't his own. And with his new position at the center as Head of the Engineering and Business department, he needed a place to call home. Memorizing your contact email, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and made his way back to main room. He guessed it was time to start looking for a home in Oakland.

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