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+3. The Dysfunction

Once he got back to my place, we didn't even say much to each other. I pulled him inside, we went to my room, and then we spent the rest of the night laughing at old episodes of Great Taste. There was really no need for more words, I just wanted to be in his arms. We even fell asleep with me still in them. His company had brought me peace in my waking hours, but it seemed that something had done the opposite for my slumber. I could only remember some of one dream, and it was a borderline nightmare. I had never been one to just brush off my dreams. To me, they all meant something. 

When I woke up, I rolled over to see if he was awake and he was staring pensively at the ceiling.

“Morning, babe,” he said, after turning his attention to me.

“Hey.”

“You sleep ok? You tossed and turned almost all night.”

“I didn’t. My dreams were weird.”

“You eat something crazy before I got here?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, what you dream about?”

“Honestly… it was that you were on a date with some girl who wasn't me.” 

“What?”

The expression that suddenly appeared on his face didn’t put me at ease. He looked deeply confused. Like I had been speaking in another language or something. I mean, it wasn't that hard of a concept to grasp. 

“So, are you seeing somebody else?”

“Never. I love you.” 

I turned and backed away from his advances as he attempted to change the subject with a kiss, his signature move. “Mm mm.” With a shake of my head, I put my hand out toward him. I was so used to it by now that I could prepare my rejection early.  

“What now?”

“Eli, you know how I feel about my dreams. My ancestors might be trying to tell me something.” 

He just looked at me, mouth slightly agape. He couldn't still be confused, because this was not new information for him. “…I swear, it’s always something with you. Be for real, Ju.”

“And you know I'm not playing.”

“What do you not understand about the words ‘I love you’?”

“I underst—”  

“They mean that I don’t wanna be with anybody else,” he damn near scolded, blatantly interrupting me, “that I’m happy being with just you, and that I would not cheat on you.”

“Ok, Elijah. Ok.” I threw my hands up in surrender. I didn't have time for this. “I was just asking.” I lifted the covers, turning to my back and away from him.

“Ok, then. Are you cheating on me?” 

My face whipped in his direction. The nerve of this man. “…You serious?”

“I am.”

“See, now you just being petty.”

“Nah. Answer the question.”

“You know what? What time is it?” I picked up my phone to see for myself. “You can leave. My tutor is coming in like thirty minutes anyway.”

“Answer the question, July!”

“First of all, don't be yelling at me, because you know I don't take too kindly to that shit. And, since you so mad, go on and head back to your spot. You don't have to be here.”

“Keep on putting me out and I’ma stop comin’ up in here!”

“Do what you gotta do then.” I slid to the foot of the bed, ready to start my day and ready for him to go home.

“Stop fucking frontin’!”

That was the one that got me. “Frontin’?! For who, for what, why?!” 

And, all of sudden, he wanted to check his tone. “If I really stopped coming around your ass, you would be in your feelings. Don't play with me.”

“Baby, don't flatter yourself. I been told you, I ain't ever tryna keep nobody who ain't tryna be kept. You free to do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever. Try me.”

“You know what, July? Fuck you.”

“Nigga, fuck you. And get out while you at it.” 

He went around me and I stepped closer to him, pointing toward the door, reminding him which way he needed to go in case he had forgotten. I watched his jaw tense as he looked over at the wall. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. I just rolled my eyes, done ignoring my bladder for the sake of this stupid conversation. I had started to walk away when he grabbed me and pushed me into the wall. I screamed, mostly out of shock, but I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt.

“Stop fucking talking to me like that!”

“Oh, I know you don’ lost your mind!” I tried to force myself out of his grasp, but he had to have found some untapped strength because I barely left the wall. I tried again with the same result. After the third attempt, I started to panic. My back made contact with the barrier and I stared into his wild eyes, chest heaving. I had never seen him so angry. “Elijah… let me go.” 

He just squeezed my arms harder. “Talk all that shit now, you bad!”

“Eli, owww!” The pain was so much worse and it was starting to show on my face. “Let me…” 

“Huh?” he asked, bringing his ear up to my tensed mouth. “What was that?” 

I didn’t say anything else. In all the time I’d known him, he had never scared me; until today. 

“You need to learn how to calm the fuck down. You see what that mouth makes me do to you?” 

That question broke something in me. How was his lack of self-control my fault? I started to cry. I did not like this. I had sworn that if any nigga ever got buck with me, I’d try to beat his ass. Even though I never actually thought that type of situation would ever arise for me. But, now that it was happening, I couldn’t move. I couldn't even think straight.

“July…” His face softened and he released my arms, but it didn't stop my tears. I felt so stupid. “Baby, I’m-I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping me in a hug.

“No! Get off me!”

“I'm sorry. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“Let me GO, ELIJAH!” I demanded, digging my nails into his bare back. 

“Aaaah!”

He went for my hands and it gave me just enough room to gain use of my reach. I immediately began blindly swinging my fists through the air and trying my best to knock his ass out.

“July!” 

Other than a couple of grazes, he somehow managed to dodge all of my attempts. Not only that, he had gotten his hands around each of my wrists. I’d been grossly underestimating this man’s strength. He threw his arms around me, but I pulled mine out of his way before I could be fully subdued again. 

“Get off me!” I had pushed him so many times that I’d lost count, but then it dawned on me that the lower half of my body was also capable. Without a second thought, I kneed him right in the dick. He cowered as the ugliest noise came out of him, finally granting me my personal space. We were right next to the bathroom, so I went in and locked the door. I did it hard, too, making sure he could hear the latch. 

I stayed there for a while hoping he would continue with the odd behavior and take his ass back home. But I knew he wouldn’t. He would stand out there all day waiting for the chance to try and clean up his mess. 

Sure enough, he was still in the same spot, looking stupid, when I came out. And I stepped right past him. I heard him call my name as I left the room, but I ignored him. He tried again and was met with the same response. I’d never intended on answering him. Then I felt him grab my arm. My entire body froze. I wasn't even breathing as his stride ended in front of me. He instantly closed in on the space between us without any of my assistance. I followed him closely with my eyes, expecting the worst, almost dreading his next move. His hands crept to the small of my back as he inched closer to my face. I couldn't believe he was doing this again. 

“Elijah, no.” I jerked away, pushing my hand firmly against his chest. “You can’t just make this all better with a kiss.” Surprisingly, his embrace fell away and I continued past him. “I can’t fucking believe you.”  

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, still trailing me. “I don’t know what the hell came over me.” 

I stopped in the living room, but I didn’t want to look at him. “And who’s to say it won’t just ‘come over’ you again?!” 

“It won’t, I swear! That was the first and the last time. I promise you, baby.” 

I shook my head at that weak ass reply. “…I can’t handle this shit.”

He came up and wrapped me in his arms, his solid body pressed against the softness of my back. “I love you, ok? I won't let it happen again. I promise, Ju. On everything!” 

I pushed his hands down and away from me. “I want you to leave. Like, I need you to.”

“Baby.”

“Eli, I’m serious.”

New tears rolled from my eyes and I made the probably silly decision to turn and show him. I couldn't even believe I was crying at all, let alone for a second time. I was upset with myself for it, and also for the part of me that wanted to welcome his embrace and give him his way. 

“Can I come back later?” he asked, just above a whisper.

“I don't think so.” 

He reached up and used his thumb to wipe away some of my tears. “…I’m sorry.” 

“Elijah…” I dropped my head after he had repeated those words for the umpteenth time, sighing frustratedly. Only for him to lift my chin and steal a peck from my lips.

“I love you, Ju.” 

I opened my mouth to respond, but I heard the front door open first. I hurried to rid my face of the remaining tears before Rocky could see. My friend was very much off the chain and would fight Eli’s ass. I peeked over his shoulder and she was walking in with Erik in tow, towering over her five-foot-nothing frame. Damn, I had forgotten all about him.

“Ju Ju, Erik is here,” she said, and I looked up at him and smiled. But, of course, there wasn’t one returned.

“Hey, Erik.”

“Hey.”

“Baby, this is Erik. He’s gonna be tutoring me in Pre-Calc.” I prayed to God that Eli wouldn’t say anything crazy. He could be kinda mean to people sometimes.

“Oh, ok. What’s up, man? I’m Elijah, the boyfriend.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah. Same here.”

“Ok, babe. Bye.” I placed my hands on Eli’s back and started to walk, forcing his ass toward the door. “We gotta get to work.”

“Aight. I should probably be studying something myself.”

“Yep.” 

He left my preferred path and turned to face me. “Aight, I’m gone. I’ma call you later, though.” 

I just nodded, so over our whole interaction. Then he said the rest of his goodbyes and left. Finally. After he shut the door, I turned back to Rocky and Erik with another crafted smile. “Alright.”

“What’s with yall?” Rocky asked with a slightly furrowed brow, gesturing toward me and where Eli had just stood.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Mhm. We’ll talk later.” She walked past me and I could feel the shame tingling through my core. I was so sure that the mess had been under wraps.   

“…Ok, Rocky.” But I just let it go. I didn't wanna go into it with Erik standing right there, anyway. I was already embarrassed enough. 

“Yep. Well, y’all have fun. I’ma holla at y'all later.” She was headed for the door and it hit me that she was wearing a cute ass dress and sandals that I hadn't seen her in before.

“Um, you look bomb. Where you goin’? I thought we were hanging out today.”

“Thanks, boo. And, nope, you had your chance,” she said, keeping her eyes and her tread forward. “Now I’m off to handle some grown folks business.” 

I cackled. “Aight, mama. Be safe.”

“You know it.”

I turned back to Erik, laughter lingering, ready to get started. “Ok. Now we got the place to ourselves.”  

“Ok.” 

He followed me to the couch, but, before we could sit, the mirror gave me a humiliating reminder that I had failed to properly start my day. I was still in my pajamas. I hadn't even washed my face yet. On top of that, there wasn't one school supply in sight. “Oh my god.” Since I couldn't hide, I opted to close my own eyes.

“What?”

“I’m so sorry. Would you mind if I went and washed up?” I asked him, filled with remorse, but still bracing for a possible denial. 

“No, I don't mind.”

Thankful, I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’ll only be like five minutes. I am so sorry. I totally lost track of time.”

“It’s ok.”

“Ok, here’s the remote.” I gave it to him and he glanced down at it in his hand. “There’s some juice and stuff in the refrigerator if you want any. Plastic cups are in the pantry. And the snacks on the top three shelves are mine; get whatever you want. I’ll be right back.”

Not even ten minutes in and she was already proving me right, exceedingly so. I’d never had to wait for someone before. I didn’t even have to be here. I mean, she knew I was coming at two. I could specifically remember asking her if that was ok. And I could also remember her saying that it was perfect. But, at the purported ‘perfect’ time, she was standing in her living room kissing her boyfriend instead of being prepared to correct her faults. The ones I could help with anyway. I should've gone with my first mind to reserve a study room in the library and have her come to me. The one time I deviate from the model and it backfires. Lesson learned. 

Her boyfriend was probably the reason she couldn't uphold her grades. He didn't look like the brightest crayon in the box. Academics aside, however, they seemed to fit well together. One meeting was all it had taken for me to see that his priorities were just as skewed as hers. 

What I didn't expect was the familiarity that accompanied the absolute denseness in that mug of his. I’d certainly seen him somewhere outside of campus, but I couldn't quite place him. And he was such an easy read that I knew he’d recognized me, too. For a second he appeared to be afraid, and I wasn't the least bit frightening. It was confusing. Even more, it made me wish I could remember where I’d seen him. But things never evaded my mind for too long so I was sure it would come to me eventually. At the present moment, nothing could supersede my hopes for this girl to hurry up.

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Homebody (Ch.3)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning : Language, Slight Smut

Davio’s was the choice of the night. It was known for being one of the top restaurants with a perfect view looking out towards the city.

Scoping out the restaurant Erik’s attention was drawn to the repeated sounds of utensils clinking against porcelain plates. Along with the many voices talking amongst each other, it was driving him to the state of annoyance. If it was up to him he would have rather chosen something more quiet and isolated so that he could be focused on his date.

Bringing his mind back to what was in front of him he checked out his view. Sitting there with her titties out and her signature ice piece that rested comfortably in her cleavage, she rocked an all black dress that clung to her body perfectly.

Shyly looking up from her dessert menu Alexis caught him staring her down. She gave him a smile before setting down the laminated paper. Flipping her 26 inches of Brazilian bundles over her shoulder that she decided to wear bone straight, she leaned in to give him a better view.

“You like what you see daddy?” She teased before sipping on her glass of Rosè.

Erik eyes scanned over her one last time. “I do. You look good as fuck right now.”

“Mm thank you daddy. I got this dress earlier today just for you.” She always tried her best to impress him.

He slowly nodded his head. “Oh yeah? You showing out for me..having ya ass all out like that too.”

Erik couldn’t lie to himself even if he tried. Alexis was bad as fuck. From her perky titties that always sat up to her fat ass that looked plumped in no matter what she was wearing. To the hood she was the definition of a bad bitch and she had the attitude to match it too.

Erik ran into her almost nine months ago. They both were in the club celebrating a mutuals birthday. He noticed her when he stepped in the building with Durk and the crew. She was already in the V.I.P section with a friend on each side of her.

Making eye contact with each other for the first time that night Erik knew he had to have her just for the time being. He introduced himself to her and brought her and her friends drinks for the remainder of their time there. She didn’t put up a front either. That’s what he liked about her, she showed just as much interest and was straight forward with him. Erik didn’t have to deal with the typical cat and mouse chase game most women did whenever a man pursued them.

What he thought would be simple one night stand turned into a fling. They ended up exchanging numbers while laying in her bed after going a few rounds. The way that she sucked and fucked him had him thinking twice about ghosting her. She was the first girl to make him nut from head. That’s how skilled she was with her throat and tongue. Alexis was truly a freak and there was nothing that was off limits to him. But the more time they spent with one another the she started to get entitled and Erik couldn’t stand that shit. She was always putting their names together out in the streets which almost ruined his reputation of being low-key. He told her that if she didn’t stop running her mouth he was going to stop fucking with her and that put her in her place.

The waiter interrupted him from his thoughts as he sat down their food they ordered fifteen minutes ago.

The smell of a fresh hot and steamy steak well done along the side of creamy garlic mash potatoes invaded his nose and caused his mouth to water.

“Maybe you could take me to your place and take it off me after.” She lifted her leg up and massaged his dick through his pants with the flat part of her heel.

Erik smirked. He knew what she was trying to do but it didn’t work.

“When was the last time we went to my crib?”

“Never but-“

“So then why would I bring you there if I never did before?” He cut her sentence short.

Erik was very cautious about who he trust to know where he lived. Every single one of their sneaky links was hosted at her apartment. It may seem shallow that he couldn’t even allow the girl who he could bend over whenever he wanted to know where he laid his head but he just couldn’t trust everyone.

“Erik when is your paranoid ass gonna realize I’m not out to get you or set you up.” She rolled her eyes.

“I never said you were so why you insinuating some shit like that? You thinking about it?” He questioned.

‘This the shit I’m talking about.’

He shook his head setting down his fork to take a break from his food and picked up his glass of Hennessy.

“No. I’m just wondering why you don’t have a problem fucking me but yet I can’t even come to your place...that’s low as fuck.” She cocked her head sideways before going back to her shrimp and scallop.

“What’s wrong with me keeping my privacy? And why we gotta talk about this now, we should be enjoying ourselves.”

Erik cut the conversation no longer entertaining it. He never was the one to explain himself to someone who didn’t pay one bill where he lived and he wasn’t going to start today.

Alexis no longer wanting to vex the situation switched up the mood.

“You’re right baby but ooh guess who I seen today?”

Jogging his memory from the car ride with Amiyah earlier he already had a hint but let her speak anyways.

“Who?”

“Durkio’s sister. She works at the boutique where I got this dress from. She’s pretty..just a lil too chubby for me.” She giggled throwing her shade while bitting into some scallop.

When those words left her lips it turned Erik all the way off. What was the reason of a woman trying to denigrate another grown woman.

“You tell her that to her face?”

Alexis smacked her lips. “Why would I say that to her?”

“I don’t know, what you got against her?”

She laughed at his question. “Nothing I just stated my opinion that’s all.”

He nodded his head taking a mental note.

Some time had passed as the two ate in a comfortable silence chatting here and there. When he was finished he picked up his cloth napkin wiping his mouth. He was ready to get up out of there. Erik looked to see Alexis going through her purse. She took out her lipstick and reapplied it and that gave Erik the hint that she was also finished with her meal.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah I need you to give me some dick when we go back to my place” She spoke bluntly and out in the open not caring who could have heard her.

Grabbing his wallet he pulled out two crisps one hundred dollar bills paying for their dinner. He then got up slipping on his jacket as he watched Alexis stand up and put on her Burberry vintage trench coat.

He followed closely behind her to the exit of the restaurant before he went in front of her and held the door open. They walked to the valet and Erik gave his ticket to young man at the booth and watched him run in the direction of his car.

The wind blew softly and Alexis found herself standing directly in front of him as she slipped her hands inside his open jacket and wrapped them around his waist colliding their bodies together. The feeling of his hard abs against her breast made her nipples harden. She looked up at him watching his head stay in the same direction where the valet boy ran to get his car. Lifting one of her hands to his beard she tugged it softly grabbing his attention.

Erik shifted his eyes down in hers and recognized the look in them.

Already knowing what wine always did to her body whenever she had it let him know that she was ready to try to suck his dick while doing a handstand if she could.

She bit her lip never breaking contact. “I want you so bad right now.”

“You think you can handle me tonight? You be runnin every time when you off that Rosè. That pussy be hurting huh?” His hand grabbed her neck softly and his thumb caressing where her trachea was.

“I don’t be running it just be taking you so long to fuckin nut.” She smiled and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue.

Erik looked down at the display before bring his thumb up to it and watched as it disappeared in her mouth. Her jaws sunk in as she sucked it softly and lightly bobbed her head up and down. His balls tightened at the warm sensation on his finger bringing his memory back to the times she would do the same thing on his dick. He gave a low groan before he was interrupted with someone clearing their throat.

“Excuse me sir...your car is here.” It was the valet.

Erik grabbed his keys and walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Alexis. She got in but not before lightly gripping his balls. Closing the door behind her he made his way to his side starting up the car and looked out his rear view before driving off.

It wasn’t too long when he glanced over and saw Alexis hiking up the bottom of her dress to her waist. She had no panties on and her pussy looked like it was freshly wax. Smiling at his face she leaned her seat back and spread her thighs opened. Running her nails over the inner flesh she felt herself getting warmer from the touch.

Erik was doing his best to multitask by watching the road while getting a look at her phat pussy lips every now and then.

“If you gon put it out like that you might as well play with it.” He told her biting his lip.

Following his demand she spread her lower lips with one hand as she let the fingers of her other dip into her wet opening just before bringing them to her clit rubbing it in circles. She moaned at the feeling applying more pressure. Her pussy became more wet from having him watch her. It made her excited and proud that she was able to keep his eyes distracted while taking the risk. No longer being able to hold back she stopped her stimulation and sat up with her knees on the seat. Bending down across the arm rest she put an arch deep enough in her back so that he would be able to see the butterfly tattoo on her ass cheeks.

“I wanna play with something else too.” Unbuckling his Loui Vuitton belt and zipping down his pants she took out his dick. It was so fucking heavy. The length and girth of his nine inches is what drove her to the brink of obsession. His dick took her soul every time he would fuck her and she gladly let him have it.

Wasting no time she kissed the sensitive head showing her appreciation then stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down his shaft wetting his dick up. Returning to the head of his penis she smacked the heavy tip on her lips as she pushed out some spit to make it glossy. Opening her mouth she took him in with sunken cheeks and immediately started to suck mocking her movements from ealier when they were outside.

Erik gripped her hair and moaned in his throat. She was a fucking head monster. It didn’t take him long to get hard because she knew what she was doing. Pulling her hair into a ponytail with the free hand he wasn’t driving with he switched his eyes between the road and her spitting on his dick then deep throating it.

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “You fucking nasty you know that?”

Quickly moving his hand off the steering wheel he lifted up his shirt to keep it from getting soaked and placed it back taking control again.

Seeing this, Alexis brought one hand up to his abs caressing them and then moved her way up to his chest running her fingers over his left nipple. Relaxing her throat and silently humming she was able to go deeper taking at least six inches of him without gagging.

“Fuck..” Erik mumbled under his breath.

Lifting up and wiping her mouth she smiled. “I heard that daddy.”

“Get back on that dick.” He guided her by the back of her neck feeling himself about to cum at any moment.

Giggling she played around his head flicking the underside of it. Using her right hand she massaged his balls as she took him back into her warm wet mouth and sucked his tip repeatedly producing excessive spit so that she was able to stroke him at the same time. Up and down she twisted her hand around his girth and would make a tight grip whenever she would reach the top.

This was on of the reason Erik couldn’t find himself to stop fucking with her. He could never turned down some good head and she definitely knew how to give it.

“Suck that nut out then.” He hyped her up and seen that it was working when he saw her twerking her ass cheeks.

With her staying around his sensitive head for a while he felt his stomach tightened up and his ass clenching together as his hips thrust up. He didn’t want to bust just yet but she was sucking him dry.

“Mm fuckk.” He dick spurted out his semen into her mouth and he relaxed back into his seat.

She made sure he was milked properly before she cleaned him up neatly and put his dick back in his pants and going back to the passenger side.

Reaching over she ran the tip of her nails on his neck.

“You needed that daddy...that load was big as fuck.”

“I did and you gon suck another one out of me when we make it to your crib.”

She smiled proud of her work.

“Anything for you daddy.”

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It’s been two days since Amiyah last saw Erik. Two whole days had went by and this man still haven’t called her.

She couldn’t get him out of her mind.

Closing her eyes she kept thinking about the way he touched her. How his hands gripped her waist and rested there comfortably. His hands were tough but yet soft and gentle with her plush body.

‘What is he doing to me?’

Is the question she asked herself as she laid with her back on her bed with one leg folded on top of the other rocking it side to side while being on her phone. She had just finished cleaning her room and decided to finish setting the mood with a sweet smelling caramel drizzle three wick candle from Bath and Bodyworks that she brought herself.

It was her day off so she had nothing to do but sit in the house. Durkio was gone and Kelley was at work and aside from those two she had no one else that she could hang with. Being interrupted from scrolling on Instagram she was getting an incoming call from and local unknown number.

617-348-7677...

Amiyah sat up. The palms of her hands became sweaty as she answered with a soft voice.

“Hello..”

“Hi this is Jesse Mcwell and I am calling from our student loans forgiveness program to let you know that your application has been accepted.” The voice sounded like it was coming from a southern white women.

Amiyah inwardly groan at the customer service worker. She laughed at herself for getting nervous and excited over nothing.

“I’m sorry Jesse but you have the wrong number...I’m not in school.”

“Oh I’m sorry well thank you. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

She clicked the red button ending the call.

She smacked her lips.

“You’ll know it’s me.” She mocked Erik in his voice becoming annoyed.

That wasn’t the first time she picked up a call from a random number within that last two days that wasn’t Erik. All of them being from either an automated voice message claiming she won a free trip or last but not least the student loan office.

She picked up every single last one of them in hopes of hearing his voice.

Climbing off her bed her belly growled.

“I need some food.” She spoke to herself out loud which was a habit of hers.

Walking into the kitchen she rummage through the cabinets and refrigerator but found nothing to her liking. It was either junk food or leftover takeout from Durk. Growing easily frustrated with her hunger she blew out air and closed the pantry door.

A minute later had passed when she remembered that there was a small Jamaican spot that she liked literally right down the street. It was nothing but a three minute walk and she could make it there and back in lest then ten. Grabbing her coat and house keys she put on her Timbs and then exited her home locking the door behind her.

Going to the elevator she clicked the down button and waited for it to come up to the fourth floor so that she can get on.

The doors opened and out came her neighbor Melanie. She was some Latina that she only knew of because of the one time she walked in the apartment and found her brother bending her over in the living room. The girl was the reason Durk didn’t pick her up from work that day which lead her to having to take the bus home.

“Oh hey girl! How are you?” She tried her best making small talk with her.

Amiyah mentally rolled her eyes but gave a small smile.

“I’m good thanks!” She returned her fake energy as she stepped in the elevator and hit the lobby button.

“Tell your brother I asked about him. Let him know-“

The doors shut before she could finish her sentence. Amiyah laughed and shook her head.

“That girl know I don’t like her.”

It took nothing but a few seconds when the elevator finally came to a hault and opened the doors on the lobby floor.

Amiyah walked outside zipping up her coat and began heading in the direction of the restaurant. It took exactly how long she thought it would, less than five minutes. But being a house length away from her destination she noticed an all black BMW and sitting on top of it was a black guy as he spoke with two Dominican looking men.

Keeping her head down like how her brother taught her she was hoping to go unnoticed and not wanting to draw any attention towards her. The closer she got she couldn’t help taking a glance and picking up their conversation.

“Listen I’m not trying to make no beef.. we gotta lay low since our business is getting out there. Niggas is finding out shit and I don’t know how.” The black guy spoke with his hands folded together in front of him like he was the man in charge.

“We got you boss. We’ll make sure whatever we know gets back to you.” The taller one of the two other men spoke up confirming her thoughts.

“Yeah we gon start going low.” The shorter one finally spoke.

That was the last of the conversation she heard before she went inside the restaurant. Walking up to the cooler she slid the door open and grabbed a Calypso ocean blue lemonade. She only had to wait behind two people before she was able to put in her order.

The sudden feeling of the breeze from outside let her know that someone was coming in but she had no time to look back as the line moved and it her was her turn.

“Hi can I get a medium oxtail with rice and peas but no cabbage. Also can you add extra gravy please.” She gave the middle age lady a smile and sat her drink on the counter to unzip her Coach wallet taking out a twenty.

“Yo she good...she with me and hook it up for her.”

Turning her head to put a face to the voice that spoke for her she saw it was the guy who was sitting on his car from outside. He standing there with his hands in his pocket.Taking him in he was dressed down in a Givenchy track suit with the Moncler x Givenchy puffer jacket to match. His outfit screamed money but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before with her brother.

“Um thank you but I could’ve paid for it. It’s not that much.” She spoke softly.

He gave her a smile looking her up and down taking in her shape right in front of her.

“You good. These my people who look out for me and whoever I know.” He shrugged his shoulders letting her know that it’s nothing.

Shyly darting her eyes to the counter to grab her drink she stood to the side before turning back to the stranger.

“Well thank you but you don’t even know me.” Not trying to be rude to him but she was only stating facts.

“So then let me change that. I’m Cane.” His hand went to his chest as he introduced himself then reached out to shake her hand.

“Amiyah.” She placed her small hand in his that was huge compared to hers. She only hope that he wouldn’t notice her hand lightly sweating up which happened whenever she got nervous. It was a trait she hated about herself.

“That’s beautiful name. It kind of sound like my daughters.” Yet to have let go of her hand he stroked the back of it with his thumb stepping closer to her.

“What’s your daughters name?” Amiyah was finding herself lured into his charm as she stared deeper into his eyes.

“Janiyah.” He smirked at her before letting go.

“That’s pretty. What was your name again?"

“Cane.”

His eyes danced over her body again. She was a pretty thick girl to him. He knew as soon as she walked pass him he was hypnotized by her big ass and pretty natural round face. In his opinion she was fine as fuck but he could see the way she acted told him she probably thought differently.

She seemed insecure from how she spoke timidly and barely being able to keep eye contact. He noticed this but still went for her. If she was anything like how he thought he had her figured out to be then he knew that she could be someone who he could easily control and who he can get some pussy from time to time.

“Excuse me, your order is ready young lady.” The middle age woman broke the two from their staring contest.

Walking up to the counter she took her food along with a fork and some napkins and headed for the door. She felt him following behind so she held the door for him without bothering to turn around.

Cane laughed that she knew he was right behind her. He couldn’t help but to be hooked with the ass that she was dragging. He definitely was going to make it a priority to break her ass in.

Amiyah returning to the direction where she came from turned around to thank him one last time.

“Thank you for taking care of this. I appreciate that.”

“Well you can thank me properly by letting me take you out to dinner. Introduced you to some real Caribbean cuisine and not some street corner shack...no offense though.” He smirked.

She giggled at him down playing her choice of restaurant. “I thought you said these were your people. Why you shading them like that?”

“They are my people but that don’t mean I gotta settle ma...and neither should you.” He stepped closer occupying her space.

“Okay.” Not knowing any better and folding under his gaze she accepted his offer.

He took out his IPhone 12 and punched in the numbers that she gave him. He sent a text with just his name alone to make sure she had it.

“You need anything else. Maybe a ride? I noticed you walking” He stated genuinely.

“No I live two minutes away.” She replied letting him know she was good and waving goodbye.

“Aight I’ma hit you up later. Nice to meet you Amiyah.” He gave her a smile as he sat back on the hood of his car and watched her walk away.

‘Damn he was so fine.’

Two fine ass men in the same week asked for her number. She always made up scenarios in her head about how it would be the first time she would give a guy her number and never would have thought it would be with her brothers fine ass best friend or with a stranger who looked like money.She always thought she would get less and have to settle below her standards, but after today this was definitely a confidence booster.

Locking the door behind her she walked to the coffee table and sat her food down after she turned the tv on. Getting undressed back into her lounge wear she plopped on the couch and opened her plate to eat.

“Damn they hooked me up.” Looking at her plate she saw that it was plenty of oxtails sprawled out and extra gravy just the way she liked it.They never gave her that much oxtails that had that much meat on them before.

Cane immediately came to her head as she took in a spoonful of rice. She wondered if he was someone important to the restaurant for them take demands from him and made sure she left with a generous amount of food.

Her phone rung. Not paying attention to anything else besides the tv she answered it nonchalantly while chewing on her food expecting it to be one of those automated machines again.

“I wonder what I won this time?” She spoke to herself sucking the sauce of her fork and placing it down.

“Shit whatever you want?” Erik chuckled.

She snatched the phone away from her ear reading the number.

617-348-8357

She saved the number.

“Uh..I’m sorry Erik. I thought you were these voice messages that keep calling me.” Even though he couldn’t see her she still felt embarrassed.

“You good. Sorry I took so long to call you.”

Putting the tv on mute she sat up giving him her undivided attention. His voice sounded like he just woke up.

“That’s okay. Are you just now waking up Erik?” She giggled. Her nerves were starting to show.

“I didn’t make it home till early this morning. I been up all night.” He talked before clearing his voice.

“Oh okay.” Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it and seen it was an incoming FaceTime call.

“Pick up.” His voice commanded. She was still able to hear him due to not hanging up the regular phone call yet.

She looked in the FaceTime camera and fixed her hair as well as wiping her mouth making sure there was no crumbs on her lips.

His face finally came into view as he was laying in what looked like a bed. Black satin pillows surround him. Scanning her eyes over him she noticed he had on a black durag to match.

She giggled as he kept his eyes on her not speaking yet.

“What?” Balling up her fist she used it to cover her smile.

“I can’t look at you?” He licked his lips.

He looked even finer when he was just waking up.

There was no way that she able to handle this man. From his thick lips to his voice, he was ruining her and he hadn’t even done a thing to her yet. She was starting to see a side of Erik that she didn’t know about.

“Oh my god. Why do boys say that?” She questioned acting fake annoyed.

“Well first off I’m a man so don’t make that mistake slipping up calling me a boy again. Aight?” He spoke lowly keeping his eyes on her.

Biting her lip, she tested him. “Erik I can call you whatever I want.”

His chuckle broke the silence.” You tryna make me pull up on you or sum shit? Stop fuckin playing with me.”

She put him on mute and sat the phone down hiding the camera.

‘Sis we is not wetting up these panties today.’

Her thighs clenched together from his threat. She couldn’t take how he could get her sticky down there so quickly. It felt different compared to how it felt when she she would play with herself. That would take her some time before she got aroused but with Erik every look he gave her and every word he spoke to her had her pussy spilling.

“So you gon put me on pause while you play with that pussy?”

She picked up the phone unmuting it.

“Shut up Erik!” She replied pretending to be unfazed.

“I like the way my name come off them soft ass lips.” Erik laughed and teased her watching her come undone in front of him.

“Could you stop?” She turned the phone away only showing part of her face to hide her smile for a second before turning it back.

“What? Say my name again?” He licked his bottom lip while watching hers.

‘Oh my goddd...what is he doing?!’

“I just said it.”

Playfully rolling her eyes she played tough with him but he saw through it.

“Say that shit again while you looking me in the eye.”

He demanded her putting an arm behind his head while waiting for her to respond.

“Erik..” What she meant to come out in a vex tone exited out as a light moan instead.

“Wassup baby.” His deep laughter came through the phone.

Erik watched as the look on her face became flustered. He only wanted to tease her. He liked how she looked when she became nervous. She tried her best to match his energy trying to be tough at first but he shut that down. It surprised him learning that she kind of had a smart ass mouth but clearly it didn’t take much to fix.

“You’re annoying.” At this point Amiyah wanted to just get under her covers and hide.

“I’m just fuckin with you. Told you I’m a grown ass man...don’t be playing with me like that.”

“I hear you.”

“What you do today?” He changed the conversation.

“Nothing it was my day off so I just cleaned my room and just got back from the Jamaican spot. You know the one down the street?”

He nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You spend ya money on that shit. I had way better Jamaican food.”

She smacked her lips. “ First of all don’t do my spot and second I didn’t have to pay for it today. Some guy spotted me.” She spoke quickly without thinking.

“What you mean some guy spot you? He paid for it?” Erik sat up in bed because her last sentence caught his attention.

“Yeah he was nice but that was it.” She tried her best to diffuse the kind act.

“Nah don’t trust that. Niggas out here always gon want something in return even for something as simple as buying yo ass a meal. Don’t accept nothing next time.” He enlightened her.

She shook her head deciding not to bring up the fact she gave him her phone number.

“Let’s chill tonight?” He broke her train of thought.

She smiled widely. “To do what and go where?” She rushed the questions.

“Whatever you want to. I just want to see you in person.” He eyes examined her beautiful face as she blushed.

“How about we go see a movie and go to a diner or something after.”

That was a certain type of date she always fantasized about and now she was able to take a chance at living it.

He smiled at her excitement. “Bet. I’m pick you up at seven and you don’t gotta dress up but wear something nice for me okay?”

“Okay.” Her soft voice made his dick jump.

“Aight talk to you later.” He smiled and ended the call.

‘Let me go rub this kitty real quick because his ass is too much.’

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Part Four

Please excuse any mistakes!

Cane is at the top.

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23 Questions..

Pairing: Michael B Jordan x Actress!reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: You and Michael B Jordan do the GQ Couples Quiz..

Warnings: Nothing, it’s all fluff.

A/N: Hey everyone, I’ve been watching some couples quizzes like the GQ ones, and they inspired me to write this one and to find a boyfriend; I hope you guys like it .. BTW GIF IS NOT MINE.

“Hey guys. It’s Y/N L/N, sitting here with the very handsome Michael B Jordan..” You started as Michael smirks at your little compliment. “And this is the GQ Couples Quiz.”

“Are you ready?” You asked as you turned to Michael.

“Let’s do it.”

“It’s gonna be a little hard though since we’ve only been dating for six months.” You smiled.

“Babe, I probably know you better than you know yourself at this point.” Michael said with a challenging look on his face.

“We’ll see.” You responded as you started shuffling the little cards -the producer gave you- before you read the first question.

“First question -“ You started. “-What’s my favorite movie?”

“Well, I’ll say it’s a tie between all of my movies.” Michael answered in a playfully bold way. He knew it was true, but he also knows -by heart- all your favorite movies you make him watch with you late at night.

“That’s true,” you added, looking at the camera. “I do love all of his movies,” You said before you glanced at his side. “And now he’s gonna get cocky about it.”

“Next question babe.” He laughed.

You moved to the second card and read out loud: “Who is my celebrity crush?”

“You don’t need a celebrity crush, I’m right here.” Michael answered almost immediately, as he pointed at himself.

“Okay, he’s right..” You said, as you shrugged your shoulders. “But before you I had another celebrity crush, what’s his name?” You added, hoping you would frustrate him a little bit so he would finally stop with his arrogant attitude.

“It’s Sebastian Stan, now move on.”

“Oh don’t get grumpy now baby.” You couldn’t help yourself from laughing a little at his little annoyed expression. He doesn’t admit it, but you know he always gets a little jealous when you mention Sebastian Stan or his movies, especially since you’ve worked with him many times in Marvel, but Michael also knows that Sebastian and you are friends. Plus, ever since you met Michael, you only had eyes for him. “You know I love you.” You added, as you pushed gently at his knee, just to see that beautiful smile of his.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

“Anyways, next question. Where did we first meet and when was our first date.” You know Michael knows very well the answer to this one. It’s safe to say it’s one of the best memories he has with you –in his opinion.

“We met on the set of a late night show. You were wearing that beautiful red dress with the long slit in the left leg and your favorite Louboutin nude heels.”

You just sat there looking at him in awe, just like when you did when you first laid your eyes on him. You never thought he would remember exactly what you were wearing, and he proved you wrong. It showed how in love with you he truly is and that thought made you smile like a love sick puppy.

“Our first date was on that same day, because after the show we were very hungry, and by we I mean her.” He explained further to the camera making you burst out laughing.

“Anyways-” He added. “We went to your favorite burger joint and people kept looking at us like crazy probably because we were a little too dressed up.”

“I think I’m gonna cry right now.” You said with a pout on your lips as you started tearing up a bit.

“Come here.” You did as he said and hoped off your chair to go to him. He pulled you to his side and gave you a quick little peck on your lips before you came back to your place.

“Next question, what’s something I do that bothers you?” You chuckled at that question; you knew exactly what is it you do that seriously annoys him.

“When you don’t wait for me to finish a series we’re both watching.” He responded almost automatically, looking at you just like he did when he caught you watching one of his favorite series before he even got home.

“That happened one time.”

“And I’ll never forget it you traitor.” He answered before you grinned at his demeanor.

“Newt question; what’s your favorite thing about me?” You added.

“Other than your amazing looks?” He genuinely asked.

“Yes, other than my amazing looks.” You grinned, slowly nodding your head.

“I’d say your spirit babe. With how energetic, confident and wise you are, it’s just .. there is nothing better I could ask for with you.” He answered; he looked so sincere and honest with his answer, and everyone in the room –you included- just smiled and awed at that.

“I wish there was something as romantically beautiful I could say right now.” You said as you wiped a little your eyes, trying your best not to ruin your mascara.

It was like that for a while; Michael being the sweet love sick puppy he is and you falling more in love with him if that was even possible. For every question, he would answer honestly and truthfully while looking at you like you were the loveliest person he has seen in his life. It’s been already six months since your first date, and every day is like you fall in love with each other all over again. He feels like he hit the jackpot with you, and he wouldn’t change anything about you for the world, and frankly, you wouldn’t either.

“Moving on; there are two questions left. The first one is: Who wears the pants in the relationship?”

“Oh we both do.” He answered looking at to see how your response would be. “Communication is key in our relationship and it proved to be healthier actually.”

“That’s very true, yeah-” You added, smiling at him. “Okay, last question; what’s the color of my eyes?” You said before you quickly lift your hand to cover your eyes.

“Beautiful brown babe.” He responded with a smile etched on his lips, before he reached over to bring your chair closer to his, giving him the perfect opportunity to hug you and give you a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“How did I do?” He whispered to your ear.

“Perfectly well.”

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Please me

Y/N has been waiting forever and a day for Adonis to come home and she doesn’t think she can take the “frustration” anymore. So as soon as Donnie comes home she doesn’t waist any time to get what she needs.

3 fucking months without Donnie. 3 fucking months! What In the actual fuck. You’re just plain old frustrated and you can’t take the build up anymore. Every time you close your eyes you can’t help but see Donnie’s head in between your legs holding you down and eating your pussy till tears fall from your eyes. Every time you sleep all you can dream about is Donnie pounding into you and leaving marks all over your body. Getting feed up with this shit you call Donnie to get some answers. Picking up your phone to call, he picks up on the 2nd ring “Hey baby girl I was just thinkin bout you” you hear him say and you can practically see the smile on his face. Not waisting any time you jump right to the point “Daddy when are you coming home I miss you and “she” misses you too” you groaned out. Adonis laughs on the other side making you roll your eyes “Baby I’ll be back at 10 tonight ok”. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall you see the time 4:15pm. Letting out a loud groan and thrashing against the bed “but I want you home NOW I don’t think you understand how fucking frustrated I am” trying to get him to do things your way you soften up your tone “daddy please come home quick and play with me” you pleaded with him. He lets out a low breath “Y/N I’d love to play with you and if it were up to me I’d be there right now in between those legs giving you the night of your life but I got stuff to handle okay I promise I won’t waste no time and I’ll be home as soon as possible, now I gotta go I’ll see you soon and I love you so much baby”. Saying your goodbyes you hang up the phone and sigh. Getting up and deciding to get a lil sum for Donnie when he gets back you go to the mall.

After you get home it’s 9:20pm and you feel the butterflies in your tummy already. Running upstairs you take a quick shower, do a quick face make to get that melanin poppin and apply Cocoa butter and get dressed.

Taking a final look at yourself in the mirror you do a spin and wink at the reflection “damn if he don’t hop on this he’s fuckin crazy” you think to yourself. As soon as you exit the bathroom you hear the front door open and close. Getting excited the sexy routine you had planned on doing for him left your mind and you ran down the stairs and stop at the bottom step,Donnie’s wearing a basic black jump suit but he looked sooo fuckin’ sexy in it. Clearing your throat firmly, his eyes fall on you taking you in from top to bottom. Looking at him in the eyes you use your finger to make a come here motion and he rushed over to you. When he got to you he immediately picked you up and pressed his lip on yours making you let out a moan. He takes you up the stairs and the whole time your lips never left his. As soon as the two of you reached your shared room he tosses you on the bed. Biting his lip and unzipping his jacket “Shit Y/N you missed me this much, maybe I should leave more often if this is what I get to come home to”. Sitting up on the bed and looking at him in the eyes you push yourself to the edge of the bed and take the waistband of his pants lightly tugging them down “Do you wanna keep talkin shit or do you want me to suck your dick” you question aggressively pulling down the pants along with his underwear. His erect member pops out and hits him in the stomach. Just the sight of him is making a pool of your need form in your panties. “You jut gonna stare at it princess” he says with a smirk. Deciding to shut his cocky ass up you take him fully in your mouth watching his head fall back as he lets out a groan. Continuing to bob your head on him and letting him hit the back of your throat “Fuck Y/N you take this dick so fuckin good” he moans out putting his hands on my head pulling a bit. Hearing him talk dirty like that sparked a fire in you and it made you want to hear more. Looking up at him you took him out your mouth and spit again taking him back in your mouth moaning against him. Donnie bucks his hips up to your mouth “fuck yeah baby get this shit sloppy for me” and “Baby girl fuck imma cum don’t fuckin stop” fell from his mouth. Pulling him out for a second to spit again “give it to me daddy” you say sucking him again. Feeling him tense up and the grip on your hair tighten “FUCKKKKKKKK baby take this dick” he moans out cumming in my mouth. He pulls me up and kisses you deeply. “Damn Ma’ you can really put it down” he says pushing you back on the bed. He drops on his knees and begins kissing the inside of your thighs making his way up to where you needed him most. As much as You love it when he goes slow like this you can’t take it right now. Lifting your head up to look at Donnie “D I know you love to tease but baby I can’t take it I need to feel you,please give it to me and don’t be gentle” you say and bite your lip. “Shiiiii ain’t gotta tell me twice now lay back and let me eat this pussy baby girl” and he ripped the panties right off of me and dipped his head and started putting pressured licks on your cunt “Ugh fuck Donnie that’s just what I needed, fuck that’s so damn good” you moaned out biting your lip and pushed his head further into you. You can feel him grin and moan against you causing you to buck your hips up making him hold you down. Grabbing one of his hands you stick two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking them making eye contact with him.

After you got his fingers nice and wet you release them from your mouth “Put them in me daddy stretch this pussy out” you say winking at him. Without bringing his head up he slides his wet fingers into your entrance “Uh fuck baby” you moan out. The feeling of his fingers pumping inside your pussy and his tongue against you brings you closer to your orgasm. Donnie picks up his pace with his fingers hitting your special spot “Fuck daddy take that pussy baby make it yours fuck I’m gonna cum, right there” you groan while you press his head into you even further grinding on his face. The sudden aggressiveness turning him on making him move his fingers and his tongue at a super sonic speed “FUCK D OH FUCK DADDY UHHHHHHH SHITTTTTT THATS IT DADDY RIGHT THERE DONT STOPPPP—-IMCOMMINIMCOMMINIMCOMMIN” you yell out pushing his head back. He pulls his fingers out and you grab his hand putting his fingers in your mouth cleaning the sweetness off of them. He climbes up with a smile on his face and your wetness is covering his mouth and chin “fuck baby that was mad sexy” and leans in pressing his lips on yours. He reaches over to try and feel around for a condom in his drawer. Pulling his arm back to your body “hit that shit raw I can’t wait daddy tear this pussy up” you said leaning up and biting his lower lip. Without a response he presses himself into you making your eyes roll back. Donnie lets out a long groan “fuckkkkk baby this shit tight as fuck” putting his forehead on yours. His thrusts are slow and hard and as good as it felt you wanted more “fuck Donnie your stroke game gettin weak or sum” you joked with him. He stopped his movements completely “Weak huh I guess I gotta pound this shit” he said and immediately threw your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you shaking the bed. The strength behind each thrust made you weak “Fuck daddy that’s it beat this pussy baby, fuck it’s all yours” you groan and run your hands down his back definitely causing marks. “Who’s stroke game weak baby huh” he says with fire in his eyes. Not being able to respond you let out a moan but he wasn’t having that “Tell me baby, tell me or you won’t cum” “Ugh your stroke game soooo fuckin good daddy I’m sorry” you moan out. He continues to thrust into you letting out moans but there was something you wanted him to do “choke me daddy” you moaned looking into his eyes. Without hesitation he brings his hand up to your throat and applies pressure “that’s it daddy just like that shit I’m gonna cum”. You can feel him getting closer since his thrusts are getting sloppy “fuck baby where you want it” he grunted. Not thinking twice “my mouth daddy I wanna taste you” and he picks up the pace pounding into you “FUCK DADDY YOURE SO FUCKIN DEEP SHIT IM COMMIN” you yelled out with your legs shaking. Next you feel him pull out and you sit up and take him into your mouth bringing him to his release “Oh yeah baby that’s it take daddy cum” he moans out cumming into your mouth. He flips down next to you breathing heavy. You turn and look at him sideways “I’m not done with you yet D” and straddle him.

He looks at you grinnin “shit baby you want some more” he says grabbing your waist. You leaned in and whispered in his ear “hit it from behind daddy” and he pushed you off of him and waisted no time pushing himself into you “god damn you so fuckin tight” he groans out thrusting into you. “H-harder D fuck my shit up” you grunted out and moved your hand down and rubbed your clit. As requested he started hitting that shit harder making you scream out. “Fuck baby I got you creamin’ all over my dick” he moans out slapping your ass. Tears started to form in your eyes from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. You whine when you feel him pull out but quickly replace your whine with a surprised moan after you feel his tongue on your clit. “Fuck daddy spit on it” You grunted through your teeth. Feeling him spit on your clit made a literal tear fall out of your eye. “How’s that feel ma’” he says thrusting back into you “ugh so fucking good daddy shit I feel you in my stomach baby fuck I’m gonna cum pound that shit D” and with a few final rough thrusts he has you cumming and screaming his name. He pulls out and cums on your back letting out grunts and slapping your ass. You turn around and kiss him biting his lip when you pull back “I want more baby give me more” so said grinding on his erection. “Damn Y/N you a lil freak huh” he questioned with a smile. You nod your head biting your lip grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your wet core “feel how wet I am for you D don’t you want me baby, just give me one more and I’ll be good” you pleaded with him bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking the taste of you off of his fingers looking him in the eyes.

Looking into his eyes you can see the fire in them as he bites his lips looking at you hungrily. “You want me to make this pussy cream princess” he asked as he moves his hands up to your erect nipples. You slowly shake your head yes with an innocent look in your eyes. “Ride this dick then baby” and in the blink of an eye you have him in you. Bouncing up and down you feel Donnie’s eyes on your bouncing tits. You feel his hands on your waist trying to guide you “don’t guide me I can do it” you said speeding up your pace. Leaning back he places his hands behind his head and watches you chase your nut. “Shit this dick is so fucking good Donnie I can’t get enough” you moaned out speeding up your pace. “Shit Y/N slow down you wildin out” he says trying to slow you down. Pinning his hands down you continued at the pace you were goin “fuck Y/N look at you creamin all over this dick fuckkkkkk” he groans out. Biting your lip to hold back your moans and closing your eyes enjoying the sheer pleasure, you felt your body get flipped over with your legs thrown over his shoulders with Donnie pounding into you “FUCK DONNI FUCK FUCK” you screamed out feeling his cock hit your special spot with each thrust. With one more thrust he brings you to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Even though you’re laying there shaking he’s still pounding into you ruthlessly bringing you to another climax “HOLY SHIT DONNIE I CANT TAKE ANYMORE” you screamed out trying to back away from him. He roughly pulls you back and continues pounding into you “nah you was talkin all that shit and beginning for more now you’re gonna get more ight” he grunts out pushing his nails into your thighs “now are you gonna let daddy paint those pretty walls white” he asks still pounding into you making yet another climax build up “Ugh I want it daddy cum in this pussy paint these walls daddy” you moaned out. Out of nowhere he starts hitting your shit with so much force “FUCK RIGHT THERE DONNIE OH SHIT IM COMMING” you said releasing all over his cock making his own orgasm crash into him and he releases into you “Shit look at all this fuckin cream princess” he says pulling out of you and running his finger up your folds collecting some and pushing his finger past your lips “how’s that taste baby girl” he askes looking into your eyes as his finger disappears in your mouth. Moaning around him as he pulls his finger out “sweet like hunny” you say pulling him down to kiss him. He chuckles as he pulls back getting off the bed “where you goin Adonis” you ask propping yourself up to stare at him “getting you a towel to clean you up” he says from the bathroom and coming back with a wet towel and wiping you down. A smile comes on your face and he noticed this “what you grinnin for huh” he asks “because I love you” you said blowing him a kiss. He smiles and leans in giving you a real kiss “I love you too baby”. Turning over in bed to face Adonis as he lays next to you and you see his eyes start to drop tapping on his shoulder you lean into him to whisper in his ear “drink some Gatorade baby I still want some more” and kiss him on the lips. “Damn baby you a whole freak” he says grinnin “I fuckin love it and I love you” as he leans into you to kiss your lips. Pushing him back and laughing “you so fuckin corny nigga now get yo Gatorade and come back and eat this pussy from the back” you said “unless you tappin out” you tease. He stares into your eyes with a smirk “oh I don’t ever tap out ma’ in fact fuck the Gatorade imma drink up this pussy, now arch that shit how I want it and let me get in there” he says smacking your ass “yes sir” you grin preparing yourself for another fun filled hour.

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[pastelastronomy24]

Laid Up— Erik Killmonger x Plus Size!Poc Reader

Listen, I’m mad that I was ABUSED INTO WRITING THIS BUT I’m a punk bitch so uh here y’all go. Also if this is hot garbage all blame goes to my nigga @killmongersgurl

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It was particularly hot on this Monday, and it seemed like niggas high and low decided today would be a kick back day. Gary from across the street had decided to barbecue, the smell of hot links and burgers in the grill filling the summer air. The old folks gathered around the beaten up and raggedy domino table, sipping on henny and yelling out phrases you still didn’t know the meaning of. The lil teenage niggas had long ago forgotten their shirts as they adorned only basketball shorts while they hooped on Mr. Johnson’s driveway. They had been playing the longest game of HORSE you’d ever seen. The little-er niggas were playing around the “Mysteriously” broken fire hydrant, only stopping to get some Fla-Vor-Ice.

It was such a nice little kick back that you decided to join a couple of the neighborhood girls on Auntie Keisha’s porch. The group of you were sitting around talking about your child hood years growing up together and things like how Keisha from next door became Auntie Keisha. You sat on the third step with Ayorie wearing your summer booty shorts and MTV tank top, letting all your thickness show (arms, tummy and all) because it was hot as fuck, and you reallllly didn’t give a mother fuck. Well, until THAT nigga showed up.

Erik “THAT nigga” Stevens was possibly the most popular nigga on the block. He went from “Quintessential Hood Nigga™️” to “Prestigious Hood Nigga™️” as he left your city to go to MIT. You’d never really associated with Erik for several reasons. One because your momma scolded you for having a 5 second conversation with him, claiming that he was “A hit and quit ass bitch” (which wasn’t wrong). And two because you’d spent enough time in high school hearing the phrase “Girrrrrlllll did you hear what Erik did?” which you proceeded to groan and roll your eyes every time because hearing what (and who) Erik did wasn’t worth your time.

Besides all the problematic qualities he possessed, he attracted punani like a moth to a flame. You knew way way way waaaay too many girls who’d fucked with him ( or him in general ) so you most definitely knew that the dick was bomb, but still you didn’t give a fuck. It was when Erik said “Aye Ma?” In a questioning tone that you realized you zoned out and looked to see that Erik was really right in front of you. He was dressed in a simple white tank with short grey sweats. He was of course wearing fresh Jordans which you found bold as fuck considering that they were white and the water from the hydrant had made little mud puddles. You saw that the other girls were looking at you waiting for an answer to a question you really didn’t even hear, and Erik stood with his eyebrow raised. You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

“Did you need something?” You asked incredulously. Erik chuckled and it was like the vibrations from his chest traveled to your body and it was suddenly super hot. How did this nigga exude superiority even in his fucking chuckle?

“I said I know you can braid the fuck outta some hair. Best on the block from what I remember. You think you can hook me up it’s hot as shit. This heat no joke.”

It was like you had both ascended and had a stroke. This dude knew who you were? You couldn’t even believe it. But you also realized that he probably hadn’t had his shit done in a while up in MIT. You looked up at his head and saw that he graced a bun in the back of his head above his fade (his edges almost all over the place). You sighed and nodded

“Alright. You’re gonna owe me $10 and some Canes though nigga” you didn’t expect to sound so bold and almost reeled back in shock. You weren’t going to show him that you were afraid of your own strength though, so you got up and walked into Auntie Keisha’s house asking if she had some Blue Magic, Rubber Bands, Edge Control and a Rattail Comb. She pointed to her bathroom and you went in and quickly grabbed the stuff, heading outside. You sat down on the fourth step while you instructed him to sit on the third.

“You want anything in particular? I can do most things it’s whatever you want.” You said as you pulled the ponytail holder from his dreads and applied edge control.

“Nah princess, I’m putting all of this in your hands.” You literally choked. You knew damn well he was playing games. You began to finger section his hair and tying the rest of it back for your first braid. As you rubbed the blue magic in his scalp he groaned and you were utterly shook. “Look nigga I know you’re like, king of pipe around here but imma need you to chill so I can concentrate.” You scolded him as you slicked the edge control on the back of your hand and onto his dreads. He held his hands up in mock defense. “I swear it’s not my fault your hands feel good as fuck in my scalp, and that’s on some non sexual shit. Every time I get my hair braided the lady is always heavy handed as fuck.” He smacked his teeth and groaned. “Man imma need to come back and have you always braid my shit up.” You laughed.

“Erik I’m not even done. I haven’t even finished this first braid yet.” He shook his head in protest and you smacked him on the forehead lightly mumbling ‘don’t move fool’.

“I’m foreal Y/N. I’ve seen the way that you braid. You’ve hooked up this whole block at least once and you always have everyone lookin fresh. I shoulda asked you to do this shit a long time ago.” You sensed that there was another meaning to what he was saying, but you elected to ignore it.

You spent the next 25 minutes laid up on the porch with Erik talking about life on your block and school life. Like the time Erik got in trouble for correcting Mrs. Evelleta in the 4th grade because she forgot to carry the one in a simple equation. And the time that Erik got caught smashing Aliana under the stairwell in 11th grade,and how Mrs. Lopez didn’t snitch because her “I’m only 21 and you’re kinda fine for a 17 year old” ass was lowkey in love with him. You guys found yourself belly laughing as you unearthed Erik’s bad ass past. You also found yourself braiding a little slower as something that usually only took 15 minutes took 25 because well if you were honest, you didn’t want this interaction to end. You could tell Erik knew what you were doing but he didn’t seem to mind as your fingers sectioned his hair.

Erik had just gotten through the story about the time when he was at some white boy college party and a frat played a Purge Prank on the members when you finished his last braid.

“I’m all done” you said as you finished putting in the last rubber band. You both got up and Erik stretched, his white tank lifting up and revealing the slightest bit of his impeccable stomach. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a multicolored African wallet (because of course that nigga would own a wallet like that). He grabbed 130$ and handed it to you.

“No Erik I only asked for 10$ take your 130$ back” you were about to hand him his extra money when he shook his head and pulled out his phone to look at your work.

“Nah princess, you got my shit looking phenomenal. You better keep that 130$. And I got your fluffy ass for Canes tomorrow aight?” You felt like you just got transported into a parallel universe at his words and internally swooned. You cast your head down and nodded. Erik stepped closer to you and tilted your chin up. “Imma pick you up tomorrow afternoon. And I’m serious about you being my personal braider Ma. Imma be popping up a lot over the summer.” He let go of your chin and smirked as he walked away, a cocky swing in his step. You rolled your eyes as you tried not to appear flustered.

“Yeah whatever nigga, don’t be late I’m serious about my chicken.” You yelled over to him at an attempt to sound hard.

You watched Erik step into his entirely too nice car and drive away, waving goodbye to you.

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PART 2

@killmonger-apologist

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[unabashedlyawhore]

✨✨✨Masterlist✨✨✨

 started: June 26th 2021 

last updated: November 11th 2021

total works: 3  (just starting) 

stuff you should know

ALL WORK IS 18+

I'm  just starting to write stuff so it might not be great but I just wanna share some smutty ideas 💜!!!

I don’t mind doing specific reader characteristics (like x Black reader, x Plus size reader, etc...) but my unrequested works will not mention any of the reader characteristics, just to be inclusive for all! 

I write  one shot smuts, blurbs, imagines, and just random stuff 

I don't really like writing *only* fluff stuff, I can write fluff but just know it will probably include some smut ;)

I accept requests/ am currently accepting requests 

I tend to write only for the characters/people I have listed on my page (but I don't mind writing for anyone else!)

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Druig (eternals)

Damon Salvatore 

Eggsy Unwin 

Fitz (scandal) 

Kai Parker 

Matthew Gray Gubler 

Michael b Jordan 

Nick Amaro ( law and order SVU) 

Peter Parker 

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[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

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[chaneajoyyy]

Hey love 💕 Could you please suggest some MBJ/Killmonger fics that are complete? I’m dying of boredom and I just wanna binge-read

COMPLETED ERIK KILLMONGER SERIES

- tis’ the season series (and the blurbs), dont take it personal series, a catchfish christmas series and the blurbs), the horror of our love series, bedwarmer series (with t’challa and m’baku), musical oneshots series (i know, gangsta, gods and monsters, charm x e)-  @teakturn (all on AO3)

- i call bullshit series, no mercy series- @aloevverified (search: wmi masterlist)

- no place like home series, red bottoms series, strawberry shortcake series, into the depths series, can you handle it series, killing booth series, arguments series, crowning glory series, waiting to get home series, best friends series, line loves series-  @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- sudden reunions series, sorry loser series-  @supersizemeplz (search: masterlist)

- end in flames series- @bvlckgirlmvgix (search: erik killmonger x blackIreader)

- rekindle series- @soufcakmistress (search: masterlist)

- be careful sweetheart series- @avenging-fics

- desserts series- @forbeautyandlife

- you like what you see (may or may not be complete), me and your mama- @panthergoddessbast

- haunted heart series- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

-  mystery of the golden fang series, a map made in heaven series-  @youcantkillamutant (scroll for erik killmonger x black!oc)

- breaking boundaries & breaking walls series part 1- @kaytauru (scroll for #breaking boundaries)

- deal series- @wakandamama

- medicine series, child of mine series- @wakanda-inspired

- operation honeypot series, death of a bachelor series,  liberation series- @blackpantherimagines

- ring series- @blackpantherismyish

- fried green tomatoes series, his nightmare (or his queen) series, best you had series- @iliketowrite1996 (scroll for erik stevens x reader)

- what we used to be series, personal trainer series, on the run series,   @dacreskars (search: masterlist)

- n’jadaka’s helpful hands series-  @eerythingisshaka (scroll down page for masterlist)

- if ever there were angels series- @lesqui

-homewrecker series, grindin series, jp3 series- @shaekingshitup

- my king series- @justauthoring

- for you series- @marvellovegalore (scroll for marvel fanfiction)

- lady and the tramp series- @livingmybestfakelife (search masterlist)

- shae butter baby series- @nachtaiwrites (scroll for erik x reader)

- reckoning series, around the world and back series- @muse-of-mbaku (scroll for black panther mastersit)

- call out my name series, is it over? series- @oshaia (scroll for erikkillmonger)

- what you don’t do series- @wakandanblogger (scroll for erik killmonger x reader)

- i do care series- @cancerianprincess (scroll for erik x reader)

- havana series, snowball series, split part 1 (please read the whole series), drillmonger series, waiting in vain series- @erikismybitch (scroll page for updated masterlist you can’t miss it!)

-  heartbreak series- @artsninspo (scroll down for masterlist)

- sight series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- ember series part 1 ( do read the whole series-part of it is on her wattpad page @/nahimjustfeelingit-writes), the lagoon seiries, wet dreams series- @eye-raq (search: masterlist)

- kevin’s heart series, foot fetish headcanon (one-shot) series- @madamslayyy

- little girl series- @sweeter-thejuice (search: masterlist)

- oops series, east atlanta love letters series, loyal!erik blurg series- @another-imaginesblog

- spoiled series, thru the phone series- @princesskillmonger (scroll for erik killmonger imagine)

- blind date series- @cosmiceyegasms (scroll for cosmiceyegasms)

- dirt little secrets series,  @goddessofthundathighs (search: masterlist)

- loyalty series, changes series- @melaninmarvelgirl62

- sunsets series-  @mbakusprincess (search: masterlist)

- carried series- @ororowrites

- passenger seat series- @blackmissfrizzle

- a perfect crime series- @wikiwakanda (search: masterlist)

- my dope man series, the very best man series, home sweet home series (sequel to the very best man series), daddy time? series, go home erik series, coconut series, i love you king series, you don’t own me series-  @killmoncoochie (scroll for erik killmonger fic and coochiefic)

- a reward series-  @big-flop-energy- (scroll for leeleefic and

- hold your breath series- @njadont (scroll for erik x reader)

- leave a light on series- @mariamermaid (scroll for erik x reader)

- smoke and mirrors series (sequel is on her ao3-> madeline grey)- @lannisterkitty

- pray for me series- @thekrazykeke

- love galore series- @mbjslilthang

- bad at love series- @fandomnom

- the sweetest taste series- @wakandaforeverwrites

COMPLETED MBJ SERIES (I WILL BE ADDING INCOMPLETE FICS & (COMPLETED) ONESHOTS CAUSE THERE’S NOT A LOT OF COMPLETED ONES)

*=incomplete

*- pet peeve series (currently on wattpad)- @aspacefork

- life unexpected series*, midnight fm series*, you again series (with chadwick)*, hot girl summer (with chadwick), at the oscars (with chadwick), the reader wanting a bbl (with chadwick), honey love series (with chadwick)- @lady-love-and-glitter-roses

- loving her, need you by my side, busted, planning the future, false accusations, mesy, flirt, reconnect, can’t help myself, +2, instagram bae, hello mrs. jordan, dance for you-  @plussizeappreciationfics (scroll for michael b jordan x reader or michael b jordan x plus size reader)

- oooh...we got a house house?!, test, birthday fic, he was erik... (one shot for now)- @writerbee-ffs (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

- comics are for nerds, unexpected surprise, sick times, it’ll be okay, love-  @running-on-fanfiction (search: michael b jordan)

- three times a charm?, late night shenanigans- @marvelouss-marvel

- split series (part 1) do read the series as a whole, just take both, nsfw- @erikismybitch

- red carpet tings- @mbjslilthang

- headcanons series- @atechnologicalmarvel (search: michael b. jordan)

-michael b jordan imagine where hes doing an interivew/red carpet thing and the person asks him where his gf is and not super into the hollywood life, michael and his gf get into a fights where she leaves and ends taking care of her, michael and his gf break up but still miss each other, michael and reader are dating and did a movie together and doing a cool photoshoot together, michael and you take your son to the black panther premiere and you annouces your pregnant again, imichael b jordan imagine where the reader is a famous singer and he goes to one of her concerts (she doesn’t know) and he surprises her backstage and they go out afterwards?, michael b jordan imagine where reader is a famous singer and she invites him to be in one of her music videos (where they play a couloe) and after the video they end up hooking up and start to like each other?- @fangirlfanwritings (search: michael b jordan)

- all mbj fics - @justimagaine (search: michael b jordan)

- imagine: joke, imagine: interview, having a puppy family would include...-@fandomnom (scroll for michael b. jordan)

- alphabet series (a is for arrest)*, soft kiss - @calif0rnia-lovers

*- beauty unit series- @mermaidchansons (search: michael b jordan)

- all mbj imagines- @celebrityyimaginees (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

-nike air max 97, mornings- @teachallas (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

- double trouble, movement, photo op, romcom tragedy-  @basickassandra (search: michael b jordan)

- molasses- @michaelbwriting

***IF I FORGOT ANYONE/STORIES FROM THOSE ALREADY LISTED PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! SOME WRITER WHO I WANTED TO INLCUDE HAVE LEFT SO I COULDN’T ADD THEM***

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+2. The Boyfriend

“Why didn't you knock, boo?” I stepped back, giving him space to come in, and he closed the door behind himself.

“‘Cause I just got to the door. I sent that text from up the hall,” he admitted with a laugh.

He got a giggle out of me, but I reached up to nudge his chest in the midst. “Why you play so much? Get on my nerves.”

“No, I don't.” He came closer and I just eyed him, smiling and beginning to blush.

“…Whatever,” I finally replied.

He chuckled and lifted my chin, bringing my lips to his. Within seconds, Rocky cleared her throat from the couch and he and I abandoned our kiss for another laugh.

“What up, Raquel?”

“Oh, so you did see me over here.”

“Yeah, man.” He strolled over and sat down on the couch with her. I took a seat as well, in the big chair. “What's up?”

“Not much. What you up to?”

“Nothing. Just came from the gym.”

“I hope you took a shower.” She slid away, when they were already so far apart, and he laughed.

“I always do.”

That wasn't enough to bring her nose down. She still looked like she was ready to say something else slick, but then her phone rang. When she picked it up and looked at the screen, out came her tongue. “Owww!”

“I know what that means,” I revealed, through laughter.

She winked at me, smiled, and got up to leave. “Hello…”

I heard her trying to use her sexy voice and almost hit the floor. It had to be her new boo, Noah, on the phone. I had met him a while ago and, despite looking mean as hell, he was really nice. And so goofy. I liked him alot. He was perfect for my girl.

As soon as Eli and I were alone, he came over and sat in my lap. With his big ass. “Boy, get up. You heavy.”

“Nope.”

“Mooooove,” I whined, frowning up at him and trying to push his six feet of weight off of me.

With a smack of his lips, he gave in and started toward my room. “Come on.”

I stood and followed him through my bedroom door where he plopped onto my bed as if it were his own. “Yeah, get comfortable,” I encouraged, quite sarcastically. I actually hated people sitting on my bed in their outside clothes, but, regrettably, I had never gotten around to telling him.

“Of course.”

“So, what's up?” I asked, coming out of my hoodie.

“Nothing. Just wanted to chill with my baby.”

I glanced up at him, smiling as I revealed the shorts that were under my joggers. “You think you sooo slick. I know exactly what you want.”

“Whatever,” he laughed, grabbing the remote from the bedside table and turning on the TV. “You think you know everything.”

“Babe, how long have we been together?” I was preparing to drive my point home as I crawled in between him and the wall, resting my head on his arm.

“Like eight months. Why?”

“And you think I don't know you by now?”

He turned, gazing down into my face. “What you sayin’?”

“I’m sayin’ you came over here to get some of this good good. That’s what I’m sayin’.”

His head flew back into his pillow. He was killing himself laughing and confirming my suspicions in the process. “Shut up. No, I didn’t.”

“You can admit it, boo. I’ll still love you.” I felt his smile against mine when I leaned over to peck his lips.

“Ok... I did. But I really did wanna chill for a minute first.”

His insane predictability caused me to giggle into his neck. That, coupled with the fact that I was also out of commission for the week. “Well, you gets no l-o-v-e. Sorry.”

“Why not?”

“I’m on, baby,” I answered, settling back onto his arm and looking to see what he had us watching.

“Aww, damn. For real?”

He seemed a lot more upset than I thought he should've been, frowning like his feelings were way too hurt. Needless to say, I wasn’t diggin’ his reaction at all. It wasn’t even like it was my fault. Like I had a switch somewhere that said ‘period on’ and ‘period off’. I mean, shit, you would've thought he was the one who had woken up to ruined sheets and the cramps from hell this morning. As far as I was concerned, he didn't have a thing to be mad about.

“Really, Eli? That was so unnecessary.”

“Baby, it’s been so long.”

“It’s only been a few days.”

“Almost a week. I’m in need,” he continued on, sounding more and more dumb as he did. And he was starting to piss me off.

“Yeah, you are in need. Of something way beyond me. Because what the fuck is your thought process? I don’t choose to have a period, and I can’t just turn it off.”

“But can’t you, like, take some kinda pill to make it stop or something?”

The nerve on this boy shifted my neck before I could stop it. “Are you serious?” I asked, wide eyed and ‘bout ready to fight.

“...Yeah.”

I lifted myself up on my elbow and looked down into his stupid ass face. I had to make sure that my senses weren't playing tricks on me. “Ok, so, you can't even wait five to seven damn days? Is a fuck all I am to you? Is that what you trying to tell me?”

“Maaan,” he dragged, turning away from me, rolling his eyes and shit. Being his usual theatrical self. Like I was the one being a complete asshole. “There you go with that bullshit.”

“Nah, I’m for real. You need to let me know.”

He came over to face me, still wearing that disgusting mug. “Ju Ju, come on! You know that ain't true! If I thought you was just a fuck, you think I would still be here? Eight months? Come on, man.”

“You think I don’t know time means nothing to y’all? I know of far too many niggas who have wasted years of womens’ time. What's a few months?”

“Well, I’m not wasting yours,” he said, matter of factly. “Why would I? It’s my time, too.”

I wasn't trying to hear any of that shit. The damage was done. He had just gotten there and it was already time for him to go. “Whatever. But I’m about to go to sleep, I’m tired.”

“So, what that mean?”

“What you think it mean? Take your ass on somewhere.”

“Word?”

“Straight up.” I slid under my covers and turned over, giving him the view that he deserved right now. I was tired of looking at his face anyway. “You know where the exit at.”

I felt him leave my bed, but I knew he wasn’t going to leave my room silently. He had too much pride for that.

“You need to grow the fuck up.”

“I might. But, right now, you need to get the fuck out my room.”

He smacked his lips just as extra as his attitude had been, then he let himself out and had the nerve to slam my door.

“And don’t be slamming my shit either!” I yelled after him, right before I heard the front door being given the same treatment. I just rolled my eyes, pulling the covers over my shoulders again as I went back to my pillow. He was cool most of the time, but then there were times like these when he was a real jerk.

Before I could settle in, there was a knock at my door and then I heard it crack. I perked right up, ready for round two. But it wasn't Eli, it was Rocky.

“You aight?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“What he goin' through?”

“Nothing at all. Just being a dick ‘cause he got one, I guess.”

“Well, tell his ass that I said, when he start paying the rent up in here, then he can start slamming doors.”

“You feel me?”

“Don’ lost his mind. You sure you cool, though?”

“I’m good, babe, I promise.”

“Ok. Let me know if you change your mind. I been itching to bring my bat out of retirement.”

I could always count on my girl to bring the comedic relief, with her violent behind. But, more importantly, I could count on her to have my back. “I swear I’m good, Rock,” I laughed, despite her face remaining unchanged. “We can let his kneecaps live another day.”

“…Aight.”

My head relaxed into my pillow just as the door latched shut again, this time with a lot less noise. I couldn’t believe Elijah's ass, showing out on me like that over some shit I couldn't control. My period and terrible sleep schedule had me exhausted, but I was also so mad that I needed to close my eyes for a minute. Before I did or said something I would regret later. Hopefully being alone for a few hours would make him see what an idiot he had been. I was expecting an apology before the day was out.

“Hello.”

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

“You wanna come over here, don't you?”

I laughed, loving how this one always got straight to the point. And that was just what I needed tonight. “Yeah, I’m tryna come through.” Since Ju found it necessary to trip today, I decided to hit up one of my lil extracurriculars. I swear I was trying to change, but that quick ass temper of hers made it so hard for me. And, after all that nonsense going back and forth, I needed a release. My usual first choice was the cause of my problems, though, so I would have to look elsewhere for the solution. “What you doin’? I know you ain't doin’ shit.”

“Whatever,” she giggled, telling on herself. “How you know what I’m doing?”

“‘Cause it’s me, baby. You know you just dropped everything.”

“Nigga, please. Your girlfriend know you on my line begging?”

“I don't have to beg for nothin’. And you let me worry about my girl.”

“Mhmm. Bring me some watermelon sour patches. And leave your shoes at the front door. Don't walk on my carpet with them dirty shits.”

“Aight,” I chuckled, dropping my head in shame. “I won't forget this time.”

“Ok. And don’t forget my candy either.”

“I’ll get you two packs.”

She laughed just like I knew she would. It even made me laugh a lil. “Crazy ass. Why you hitting me up so early tonight? It’s just seven o’clock. Babygirl must be on your nerves.”

“Your pussy got certain hours now, or something? It ain’t open for business yet?”

“Bye.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Stay out my business. And unlock the door, I'm right down the street.”

“Mhmm.”

I woke up a few hours later and my brain was almost immediately wracked with what had gone down earlier. I was pissed off all over again. The sleep hadn't helped at all.

“…Whatever.” But I pushed it from my thoughts and went on about my night. I got up to go use the bathroom first, then headed out to the kitchen to grab a box of pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets from the freezer. Once the microwave let me know that my dinner was ready, I got myself a Welch’s strawberry kiwi juice to accompany it and went into the living room to watch some TV.

“Before the jail tour, I was smokin’ weed, bein’ disrespectful…”

I heard those words and fell out laughing before the boy could even finish his sentence. Beyond Scared Straight was my show.

“Dang, I missed it,” I complained between laughs. Then I looked down and saw the word ‘marathon’ at the bottom of the screen. “Yessssss!”

Satisfied, I ditched the remote and started to eat. But, after a few bites, I had to be honest with myself. It wasn’t doing anything for me… because Elijah was on my mind real heavy. Yeah, he was dead ass wrong, but I hated when we fought. I dropped my head with a loud groan, not very happy with myself as I picked up my phone to dial his number. As usual, I was the one ready to kiss and make up first.

I put it to my ear and it rang, and rang, and rang until I got his voicemail. Not really sweating it, I hung up and tried again. That time, it went straight to voicemail. I normally stopped at three calls whenever someone didn’t answer, but, in this case, what for? I should've never even been calling his ass in the first place. I tossed the phone to the other end of the couch and sat back, preparing for the next episode to start. “Fuck it.” And fuck him, too.

I sat there for a while, eyes on the TV, but I wasn't even interested. I was too bored. I guess Beyond Scared Straight reruns that I had already seen a million times wouldn't be enough tonight. I leaned over to retrieve what I had just thrown away, pressing my finger against the side button. I wasn’t sure what I was about to do next, but I knew I wasn't about to call Elijah again.

I decided to scroll through and clean out my contacts, knowing that there were so many unnecessary numbers in there. I was a serial number saver. And a serial number non-user. I had gotten down to the S's, ready to erase this E. Stevens person who I couldn't identify to save my life. But then it hit me.

“Wait... this might be my tutor.” I never saved people as initials, so he had to have done it himself. “Let me see.” I dialed the number and it didn’t ring very long before I heard a male's voice.

“Hello.”

“Um, hey, is this Erik?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, ok. Hey.” Learning that it was him caused me to lose the lil bit of caution that I had started with. “It’s July from Professor Birrell’s class.”

“Yeah. Hey.”

“Are you busy?”

“No.”

His dry, uninterested tone was so blatant and it caught me off guard. I didn't want to match him, but if he wanted it to, all inflection could leave the building. “Um, ok. So when do you wanna meet?”

“We can start tomorrow. And then every Wednesday and Friday is good for me. Is that good for you?” he asked.

“Yeah, perfect. What time, though?”

“I can come tomorrow at two if that’s ok. And then we can just discuss times from there.”

“Ok, cool. You wanna get the directions now, or call for them tomorrow?”

“I can take them down now.”

“Ok.”

I explained to him how to find my dorm and then I had to hurry up and get him off my phone. I wasn't really trippin' earlier, because he could've just been having a bad day. But, after this call, I was starting to think it was his personality. He had just made me so nervous with his lil funky attitude. He must've been one of those people who let their skills make them act like an asshole. I would give him tomorrow for my professor’s sake, but I didn't know if this was gonna work out.

I was putting my phone down next to the cold Hot Pockets that still somehow had more spunk than my tutor, and it started to ring in my hand. I brought it back up to my face and immediately sighed, rolling my eyes with it. I just didn't feel like anymore mess tonight. I had reached my bullshit quota for the whole week.

“Hello,” I answered, sending my eyes for another spin in preparation for this conversation.

“Hey, baby.”

“You joking, right? What were you doing so important that you couldn’t answer the phone? And sending me to voicemail? Really, Elijah?”

“Damn, mama. I was in the shower. I don't know how you got sent to voicemail.”

On one hand, I was ready to fuss his ass out, but on the other I just did not have the energy. He could've been telling the truth. Who knows? Either way, I wasn't up for continuing with this fight. I wanted it to be over so we could get back to the good shit. “Eli,” I sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool. I’m sorry for earlier. I was doin’ the most.”

“You were, but I accept your apology. You wanna come back?”

“Um—”

“Because I want you to,” I sweetly interrupted.

“Ok. Gimme a minute, I’m on the way.”

“Ok, baby. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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THE EPITOME

[Nerd!Erik x Black Plus Size OC]

she spoke of him as if she thought he were perfect. then someone else became the very e p i t o m e of perfection.

Genre: Romance-Drama Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language, Sexual Content

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she spoke of him as if she thought he were perfect. then someone else became the very e p i t o m e of perfection.

THE EPITOME [Nerd!Erik x Black Plus Size OC]

Genre: Romance-Drama Warnings: 18+, Explicit Language, Sexual Content

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+1. The Tutor

“Damn it,” I mumbled in disappointment, frowning down at the graded Pre-Calculus assignment my professor had just placed on my desk. The one I was sure I had passed with at least a C. 

Aware of my struggle, my homie Raquel leaned toward me from the next row and I lifted the corner of the paper so she could see. She didn’t speak, we just stared stoically at each other. This had happened so many times now that any shock had long worn off. I could tell she just felt sorry for me at this point. 

It was Fall semester, freshman year, at East Atlantic University and, if this continued, I wouldn't be making it to Spring. I had barely gotten out of Trig in high school and, now, Pre-Calculus was kicking my ass in college. And putting my scholarship on the line. 

“Alright, you guys, don’t run each other over on the way out!” Professor Birrell dismissed the class and most didn't hesitate to start filing out, while others were just starting to pack their bags. I was headed for the door myself, but, before I could get there, he was calling me back. 

I got my girl’s attention right as she hit the exit, “I’ll meet you outside.”

“Aight.” 

She disappeared and I walked back over to my professor seated at his desk. The room was empty and much quieter than it had been just a second earlier, but there was this guy standing near the wall a few feet away. He must've come in while I was packing my things. I had seen him around campus a couple times before, but he wasn't in this class. Trust, I would've noticed and remembered him.  

“Hey,” I spoke softly, phony smile in place. I was far too hurt for it to be genuine. 

“Hi, July. How are you?” 

“I’m ok. You?”

“I’m great, thank you. I just wanted to speak to you really quickly about the grades you’ve been receiving in my class.” 

This was something new for me. In all of my academic career, I had never been pulled to the side to discuss failing grades. It had always been the opposite. But I wasn't above acknowledging my weaknesses, so I went ahead and dropped the act, allowing the dismay to take over my face. Nevertheless, I was still embarrassed. Especially having a bystander watching from the sidelines. “I know. I try so hard, I swear I do. I’m just not getting it. You make it seem so easy here, then I get home and it’s just like…” My words trailed off and it actually described my feelings better than anything I could've said.  

“It’s ok. I want to help you. Because I know you’re a very smart girl, and I don’t want this one course to bring you down.”  

“Oh my God,” I sighed, looking toward the heavens, highly relieved. “Thank you.” 

With that, he turned to the mystery person and beckoned for him to come closer. “This is a former student of mine. His name is Erik. Erik, this is July.” 

I smiled as he walked over, just being cordial. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” he replied, quietly. Then his eyes darted from mine and directly to the floor.

“Erik is a Math and Engineering major, and he’s also a tutor. I inquired and he’s agreed to tutor you.”

“Wow, really?” I was totally shocked that someone was willing to help without my asking. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” Erik’s face was basically expressionless as he spoke, but I was excited, because I knew this guy was smart. He also seemed quite shy, but he would definitely be coming out of that shell hanging with me. And, given my tragic history with math, he was sure to be around for the long haul.

“Y’all can get together and discuss schedules and things of that sort,” Professor B advised, standing from his chair. 

I nodded. “Ok.”

He picked his bag up from the floor and gathered his things in no time. And I knew why. In fact, he told us after almost every class. “Now, I’m gonna go try and beat this traffic.”

“Ok,” I chuckled. “And thanks again.” 

“Don't mention it.” 

We followed him out and stopped in the hallway as he continued on, moving pretty swiftly. He was on a mission to get to that parking lot.  

“It was good seeing you, Professor Birrell.”

“Good seeing you, too, Erik.”

I turned to Erik, ready to get things sorted so we could start working soon. Really soon. “Thanks for helping me out. I know you're probably really busy.”

“It’s fine. I’m doing it for Professor Birrell.”

“Ok. So when and where do you wanna meet up?”

“I don’t know. It’s up to you.” His attitude was so nonchalant. I didn't wanna jump to any conclusions just yet, but he was starting to give me major rude vibes. 

“Well, how about this…” I reached into my hoodie’s pocket and pulled out my phone. “We can exchange numbers and call each other later.”

“Ok,” he casually agreed, taking what looked like a Galaxy Note 20 from his bag.

“Hey, is that the Note 20?” I asked, gesturing toward it with my iPhone.  

“Yeah.”

“That’s not even out yet. I need your connect,” I joked, with a slight laugh, just testing the waters. Of course, it went unappreciated. “But I was looking at one of those before I got this 12 Pro. How is it?”

“My dad got it for me. I haven't really had it that long, but it’s ok I guess,” he shrugged.

“Oh.” Despite the fact that I had been smiling the entire time, his face had remained as blank as the board my professor had just erased. But I didn't sweat it. Maybe he was just socially inept. “…Well, you can put your number in.” 

“Ok.” 

He keyed his info into my phone and I did the same to his. Then, without much more ‘conversation’, we went our separate ways. Just as promised, Raquel was waiting for me right outside. I let go of a very irritated sigh once he was out of earshot. Dealing with him, even for those few short minutes, had been exhausting. Small talk wasn't his thing in the least. And maybe basic human decency wasn't either.

“Who was that geekfest?”

“Rocky.” I snorted, leaning into the laugh as we started toward our building. “Shut up. He’s gonna be my tutor.”

Here I was again, back in another unavoidable situation, being recruited to save yet another dummy. The head of the Math department—and my favorite professor—had asked, so I couldn't say no. I was called in for this favor around two to three times a year and I usually didn't mind. Then came the people like her. Professor Birrell had mentioned, many times, how intelligent she was, but neither of them were fooling me. She had that stuck up, air head persona down to a T. Smiling at me, making little jokes, probably thinking she could just skate by on her looks. Wearing expensive name brands from head to toe, with her designer backpack and fancy iPhone. And the empty admiration for an Android. She was going out of her way to be fake. I could practically smell the plastic just thinking about her. Being a tutor, I had come across plenty of her kind and none of them could be trusted. Furthermore, I would make sure to inform her that I would be teaching her, not supplying her with all of the answers. She just seemed like the type who needed to know. Hopefully she wouldn't require too much of my assistance. For my sanity, it was necessary for this to be over quickly.

Raquel and I made it to our dorm and, beat from a full day of classes, we both fell into the couch. The dorm was set up just like an apartment. Our private bedrooms were on either side, and we had our own separate en suite bathrooms as well. The fully furnished living room, fully stocked kitchen, and the washer and dryer were in the middle, and among the amenities that we shared. Honestly, these dorms were what had sold me when I was visiting colleges back in the summer. I mean, I had a room with a lockable door, a full size bed, cable, and a toilet and shower that only I touched. As far as I was concerned, it got no better.

“Man, Tuesdays and Thursdays be killing meee,” Rocky groaned, wearily. “I’m so tired.”

“Me, too.” I started to yawn as soon as I had spoken. A nap was definitely in order. 

“…So what we doing this weekend?”

Confused, I side eyed her with an addled laugh. “Didn’t you just say you were tired?” 

“Yes, and tomorrow is a new day. So what we doing?”

“Well, sorry, but I’ll probably be meeting up with Erik.”

“And who is Erik, young lady?” she asked, suddenly quite perky, sitting up with a sly and slightly hopeful grin. “You cheating on Elijah?”

I frowned instantly. “Hell no. Why would you ask me that? Erik is my tutor, heffa.”

“Oh.” She rolled her eyes, dropping back onto the couch. The disappointment was evident. “Dude we just saw?”

“Yeah.”

“Girl, he looks a mess.” 

I chuckled. “But what do his looks have to do with him tutoring me?” 

“Nothing,” she shrugged lazily. “I’m just saying. Like, what in the hell did he have on?”

“Rocky.” I stopped, unable to control my laughter after picturing him in my head. “I don't know. He was lookin’ kinda rough, huh?”

“Girl. I didn’t know people wore stuff like that for real. I have never seen anything like it outside of a movie or TV show. Or maybe like for Halloween or something.”

She was right. He looked like a nerd straight out of a movie scene. He was dressed in a long sleeve plaid button up, khakis with suspenders, and these brown I guess dress shoes that almost looked like boots? He also had glasses; big, black ones. Hell, all he was missing was a bow tie and a pocket protector.

“And it’s so upsetting,” she continued.

“Why?”

“Because. All that nice skin and them curls just gone to waste.”

I gasped loudly and reached over to pop her arm. “Don't say stuff like that.” But I couldn't stop laughing for shit.

“Am I lyin’?” She was cackling right along with me. 

“You was lookin’, though, huh?”

She smacked her lips and went all the way stale. I laughed even harder. “Don't play with me. You know I’m always appreciative of some good skin and poppin’ curls.” 

“All he needed was a lineup.”

“He needed more than that.”

“Girl… anyway. I’m ‘bout to go change up out of this hot ass outfit.” 

“You looked so cute today. You always finding some shit nobody else got.”

I giggled, glancing down at my dusty rose Nike sweatpants and matching hoodie. “The outlets, boo. I’m telling you. Cute stuff, even cuter prices.”

“Ok. You act like I haven't been to the Nike outlet a thousand times. And I’ve never seen that.” 

“‘Cause you don’t be looking, Rock.”

She nodded. “You right.”

“I’ma find you one next time I go—” I was standing and reaching for my bookbag when my phone began to vibrate against my stomach. It was a text. ‘Aye come open the door,’ I read aloud. “This boy is so silly.”

“Is that Elijah?”

“Yeah,” I answered, heading to satisfy his request. 

Surprisingly, she didn't have anything to say; she just rolled her eyes. I playfully cut mine at her and smacked my lips, laughing as I pulled the door open. 

She was never one to bite her tongue, and didn't mind letting me know how she felt about anybody I dealt with. She didn't like Eli. She told me there was something about him that she just couldn't vibe with; that she had tried, but he was sneaky. He and I vibed just fine, though. That was my baby. We had been down since the Spring and I honestly couldn't get enough. He was so fine. Plus, he was taller than my 5’9” self, which alone was a miracle. But he also didn't let my height bother him. Because most guys I had come in contact with six feet or taller, were only checkin’ for the really short girls.

I quickly mouthed to her to ‘be nice’, then I turned my attention to the beautiful being standing before me. “Hey.”

“What's up?”

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A Little Tension.. part 2

Pairing: Michael B Jordan x Actress!reader

Word count : 1417

Summary : This is the aftermath of Y/N’s little incident …

A/N : Thank you so much to everyone who read the first part, and since a lot of people liked it I decided to try and write a second part..Hopefully you guys enjoy this one, and i am open for requests if you have any.. GIF IS NOT MINE.

PART 1

“.. Well, that took an unexpected turn !”Those words were the host’s desperate way to break the tension between his two guests. At thankfully, they were enough to pull you and Michael from the staring contest you two found yourselves in. In your embarrassed state, you looked down at your high heeled shoes trying to, not only hide your face from the hysterically laughing audience but also to get over how crazy the butterflies in your stomach feel right now. And as cliché as it sounds, you couldn’t stop your brain from playing and replaying his exact words to you … Just to see you ..

In all honesty, you don’t really remember how that interview finished, or how you got back on your vanity chair in the first place. You are still so lost in your head, dreaming about him and the way he bites his bottom lip when he’s concentrating (and silently wishing you could do that for him), and about how his eyes would stare at yours every once in a while, with that beautiful smirk on his lips that made you lose your mind and - ughh, why can’t I just stop thinking about him?

You were just about to pull yourself away from some unholy thoughts that started roaming your head when your assistant spoke up: “ It’s seven o’clock, and fortunately you don’t have anything else programmed for the remaining of the day, so why don’t you just-“

“When the hell did you get here ?” You asked looking at her like she just appeared out of nowhere. Which to you, she technically did.

“Like 10 minutes ago? Wait –“ And then it dawned on her. “Were you seriously dreaming about Micheal B Jordan a few seconds ago ?” She asked with a grin tugging at her lips, and you just KNOW she’s about to tease the hell out of you if you answer that question.

“Like you were not..” You said, doing your best to act as nonchalant about the conversation as you could.

“Touché, I mean he did look hotter in person than he does in pictures and movies..” She said, folding her hands together while at the same time trying not to laugh at your frustrated state.

“Girl he’s my crush not yours !” You scolded her in a defensive kind of way before she started to really laugh at your whiny expression.

“As much fun as I wanna have with annoying you right now, I have to unfortunately leave. There’s a baby daddy waiting for me at home.” Your assistant and undebatably close friend said while she started packing her stuff back in her bag.

“You going home ?” You asked with the most innocent and baby-like pout you could muster at that moment.

“Oh don’t try to pull that on me Y/N, you know it won’t work-” Before she could start resisting your extremely irresistible expression, a knock sounded throughout your temporary dressing room. “Ooh, I think I know who that might be.” Your assistant added as she headed to open the door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You answered as you turned around to face your mirror just in time to check if your makeup is still intact.

To be honest, you tried your best to act as apathetic about the situation as you could, but, the moment you heard his voice, and saw his reflection through the mirror, you just couldn’t help the charming smile that displayed on your lips, especially when he, on instinct, started to head towards where you stood.

Your assistant just stood there, dumbfounded, with her hand still on the door knob impatiently watching how the dramatic scene in front of her unfolds. It was when you coughed in order to get her attention and to silently ask her to leave that she understands the hidden message and starts to gather her stuff back in her bag.

“I’m gonna leave now ..” She said, while making sure she has her phone, jacket and car keys on her, and in the same time, not really expecting an answer from either one of you.

You were still facing the mirror on your vanity, and in the most ridiculous moment, your thoughts started to parkour in your brain. So many ways that you could start an actual conversation with your celebrity crush but none of them seemed proper enough for the situation. Should you apologize for being out of line during the interview? Or should you just lie and act like all you said was just for the sake of making tonight’s interview interesting? You just couldn’t figure it out-

“Are you gonna turn around and talk to me like a normal person would, or would you rather keep checking me out through that mirror you got there?”

“I was NOT checking you out!” You answered with a sharp inhale as you finally turned around and got a good look at him and God, your assistant was right, he does look hotter in person..

He let out a little laugh at your frustrated look as he decided to get a little more closer  to you – two steps closer to be exact - but still far.

“Look,-” you started, “I wanna start off by apologizing for being completely over the line during the interview. And I hope you understand that I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable in any way shape or form. And clearly I was not thinking professionally when I said what I said, you know?”

“Uhuh-” he answered, with his eyes locked on yours, and a teasing grin on his lips, just admiring how you could ramble forever, apparently, when you get embarrassed.

“I mean, I was just so star struck with how handsome and sweet, and..and respectful you are that I just couldn’t control my own mouth, and I know it’s not a good enough excuse right ?”

“Sure..” he added, still just looking at you, sneakily getting closer to where you stood, and letting you express yourself as freely as you can, because obviously, ain’t nothing stopping you from that right now.

With a little giggle you unintentionally added: “I’m just thankful I didn’t say I like you so much on live T.V.”

“I think you already did that sweetheart.” He said with a little chuckle, after he decided that it was finally time to get your attention back on him.

“Did what?” You asked in a dumbfounded way, just now realising how close he is to you.

“You might’ve not said it, but I’m pretty sure people are smart enough to figure out your little crush.”

“Oh my God!-” You said as you lifted your hand to hide your mouth. “-Did I say that out loud?” You asked him with embarrassment and a little bit of confusion littered all over your face.

“Just like you unintentionally said that I’m hotter in person than I look to be in pictures and movies..” He answered as he watched you literally bang your head on his chest in your best attempt to hide from him, and your embarrassment could not have been more evident.

“Hey, heey-” He started in his best attempt to make you feel less embarrassed, as he tried to lift your chin with his index and middle fingers, which, to his luck, worked in bringing your eyes to look at his. “-It’s okay. As a normal human being would, I actually love it when a woman I like says that  she likes me back.”

“Even if it happened on live T.V. ?” You asked before fully processing his words.

“Even if it happened on live T.V.” He chuckled.

It just dawned on you then that -“Wait, did you just say that you like me?” You asked in a hopeful tone with that same charming smile that wowed him when he first saw you.

He then felt confident enough to pull you even closer to him when he realised that your eyes keep going to his lips, and then put one of his hands on your hips when yours went instinctively on his chest, and let his other hand go to your face to get some of your hairs away from it.

But just as you parted your lips to brace yourself for what you think is your first kiss with him, he conveniently reaches for your ear and whispers: “How about a date first darling ?..”

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A Little Tension..

Pairing: Michael B Jordan x Actress!reader

Word count: 715

Summary: Y/N admits her not so secret crush ... On live TV.

A/N: Hey everyone, I just wanted to say that after having read soooooo many fictions for the past two years, I decided to finally give it a try and start writing. It’s on my new year’s resolution list, and I finally feel motivated enough to write and confident enough to post it. This is my first time writing fan fiction that’s why this fic is pretty short and to be honest it’s not really my best work, and hopefully soon enough I will get better and better. I hope you guys enjoy it, and I am open for requests if you have some. BTW GIF IS NOT MINE.

PART 2

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next guest for this evening has been for the past five years the youngest avenger of Marvel’s, she won 2019’s best supporting actress for her role in “Little Woman” and has been inspiring many of us for as long as I personally can remember. Please join me in welcoming: Y/N L/N.”

At the mention of your name, the whole live audience stood up and went crazy cheering up for you. In your long sequin beige strapless dress, you marched elegantly to the stage, never letting go of your beautifully bright smile.

The spotlight was mainly on you. That did not really make you much nervous, a special set of dark brown eyes did. As hard as you tried to keep your attention on the crowd you were greeting, you simply couldn’t. He was just that attractive. A grey and black long sleeve shirt, a flashing white smile and his left arm extended to help you climb the three small steps leading to the stage.

Such a gentleman. You thought as you caught his hand.

A gentle kiss to the cheek from him and you were already swooned. You didn’t make it so obvious though. You decided the classier you were the better? Well, you just didn’t want to act like how a twelve-year old would when they meet their celebrity crush, it’s frankly not so professional.

It took the host’s warm hug to get you out of your thoughts about the very hot guy next to you, which luckily worked; otherwise you would be staring at his smile forever.

Michael was no better, he felt his heart go crazy the second you walked out in those must be expensive heels. His attention was directed solemnly on you ever since. He didn’t seem to pay much attention to whatever the host was saying after all of you sat down. And quite frankly, his smile didn’t disappear for one second.

After a set of introducing questions, Michael seemed to snap of all thoughts about you. One question in particular caught his attention...

“Y/N, you have been in Marvel movies since 2015 in Captain America: Civil War, but are you really a fan of the movies?” asked the host.

“Yes, yes I am.” you started, “As a 90′s kid, I’m proud to say that I grew up watching them, ever since the very first Iron Man until Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man: Far From Home.” You added.

“And is there one movie in particular you like more than the others?” The host asked again.

To be honest, you had a special movie in mind but you were contemplating whether you should say it or not? But before you could really think about it, you just blurted out:

“Captain America: The Winter Soldier.”

With raised eyebrows, Michael looked at the crowd in a mock shock expression with his left arm on his chest to show how betrayed he felt. The live audience started to boo you in a funny-ish way after seeing Michael’s reaction to your unthinkingly hurtful words. You couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike matter.

In a desperate attempt to save yourself from the small storm you found yourself in, you quickly said: “I’m sorry, but hey, I loved Black Panther ... I really did-”

“Just not as much as The Winter Soldier.” Michael cut your sentence before you could finish. This made the audience laugh a little.

“Hey, I watched Black Panther for at least a hundred times.” You replied holding your hands in a defensive way, eyes looking straight to Michael’s in a show of challenge and pure confidence.

“I think we all know the answer to this question, but-” Started the host in attempt to break the very strong tension you two built. “What made you watch it so many times?”

You smirked devilishly at the crowd and then at Michael, and with a surprisingly strong surge of confidence, you answered looking straight to Michael’s eyes: “Let’s just say that somebody looked extremely delicious in that particular movie.”

Some members of the crowd started to wolf whistle at your antics, and without breaking your gaze, a smirk pulls at his lips as Michael answers: “For what it’s worth, I did watch “Little Woman” just to see you.”

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Not Enough ..

Pairing: Erik Stevens x plus size!reader

Word count: 2 192

Summary: Owning a company and working for it is not easy, but with a special someone by your side, it can become bearable. But what if that special someone ends up making it harder than it already is ?

Warnings: A little bit of Angst and then more fluff.

A/N: Hey guys, ever since I started reading fanfic, I’d rarely find any fanfic where the reader is the ceo, and those are actually some of my favourites to read. I’ve always wanted to write a fic where the reader is a strong independent woman, not that those don’t exist I actually read plenty of them, and I got recently inspired by @jalapenobarnes​ ‘ amazing series Sweet Life, except that I wrote this one-shot for Erik Killmonger instead of Bucky Barnes. I hope you guys like this one, and I recommend you read Sweet Life because it’s honestly one of my favourites.

The light of your laptop in front of you just blended with the sunlight breaking through your curtains. It’s a normal office day, except, it wasn’t so normal..

You’re sitting on your office chair. A black large chair, matching perfectly with your black large desk. You sat there for the past 92 minutes, since eight A.M to be exact, just thinking. The sound of the clock on the left wall was the only noise in the room. Or rather.. office. Your eyes are lost and a little puffy from all the crying you did during the previous night. Your right hand over your mouth, picking at your lips, a bad habit you just can’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard you tried. After all, it only happens when you’re deep in thought or concerned about something. You sat there just staring aimlessly at your windows, thinking…

The sound of your phone machine sounded through the room, now adding much more noise to the previously slightly calm environment you isolated yourself in for the past 94 minutes.

You were calm at first, you knew exactly who it was. He always calls on the same exact time every day he wasn’t visiting you at the office, that’s why you asked your assistant months ago to always forward his calls to your machine, no exceptions. Simply because you miss him, even if you’ve seen him that same morning when he begged you over and over to just stay in bed and take the day off..

But today, he has been calling your own phone nonstop, but since you kept ignoring his calls, he decided to call your office. His actions of the night before were the exact reason you found yourself so unproductive and just tired this morning.. Tired of thinking of him, of trying to find a way to justify his choice of words. And especially tired of repeating that same exact scene over and over again …

You’re standing at the bar, with a fresh drink in your hand, just enjoying the classy tunes the string ensemble are playing, but also watching everyone at the event. You’ve always liked to see how everyone showed their fakest smiles just to hide their deep insecurities.

Your eyes suddenly land on the one man you really wanted to be standing next to. Except, he wasn’t alone. Erik was talking with a woman and a man, and it seems to be a casual conversation, possibly about work, since that’s what GALAs are secretly meant for.

You were starting to get really bored standing there alone. To be honest, you brought that on yourself after having dismissed any man who came looking for a hot date. Well who can blame you; you only have eyes on one man… The one who didn’t bother to come looking for you after having ditched you when you first stepped into the room.

After you finished your drink, you decided to go to him. The bright red strap dress you’re wearing hugs your curves perfectly, which ultimately attracts everyone you walk by, and the high slit on your left leg that reached your thigh was just the perfect amount of revealing you’re looking for (mind the cleavage, because your body is an artwork). The men who publicly act like they’re repulsed by having a woman battle in their field are secretly lusting over you, and that just added more to your confidence. And the women in that same field are constantly cheering for you to go on, reminding you that woman power is stronger.

Unfortunately, your lovely dress was also making it kind of hard for you to breath because of how tight it is, hence why you chose to stand during the remaining of this super important charity GALA your best friend decided to throw.

Once you reached your boyfriend.. Or was he really your boyfriend? You don’t know. Each time you try to bring that subject up, Erik just decides to play a little dirty (which you don’t mind) you just end up forgetting about the whole ordeal. Does he do it intentionally or not, you didn’t figure that out yet.

But once you reach Erik, he turns quietly around with a charming – only for work – smile on his lips. He turns fully around, but once his eyes land on you, his beautiful smile vanishes, and his hand quickly tugs yours off of his shoulder.

«Sweetheart, I was waiting for you for the past thirty minutes, where have you been?» You asked in a tone just loud enough for the old (well, not really old) couple and Erik to hear.

«Oh, do you two know each other?» Asked the older man before taking a sip of his drink.

«Well-

«No, not really-» Erik was quick to cut you off, which immediately set your eyes on him, just waiting to hear what he has to say. «-Our companies had a project together a year ago and that was it, strict professionally based acquaintance.» Added Erik whose attention is now solely focused on the older couple in front of you.

«Oh, well, that’s what these GALAs are made for isn’t it? » Started the older man again. «Just to know your work colleagues on a more personal level, right? » He said with a chuckle at the end.

Your eyes never left Erik, you’re so shocked by his words and his calm demeanour that you just couldn’t feel anything else, other than betrayal and… hurt. And he just stood there, sipping on his scotch and a smug grin tugging at his lips. His proud stance makes you sick; you just want to leave that room.

«Excuse-me. » You said after it suddenly got harder to breathe, and walked away. Once you reached the exit doors, you felt the first tear of the night go down your cheek. You took a left turn on the long corridors and you started running. You didn’t want to give any of those unworthy people the satisfaction of seeing you cry over whatever reason. So you kept running, ignoring the calls of your name coming from the same guy behind your sadness.

That was until you reached the limo you came in, and quickly got in with the help of your driver, sparing Erik a simple glance his way before the driver speeds away, just to show him how hurtful his words were – are.

«Darling? »

His smooth voice broke you out of the trance you were is for the past few minutes. During that time, Erik managed to come into your office without you noticing him. He stood at the corner of your desk. His phone in hand, still calling your office phone number for what could be the thousandth time. He then reaches for the annoying machine and shuts it up, making the room go back to it’s previous silence.

«Were you just not gonna answer the phone ?» Erik’s smooth voice could almost make you jump over to him and give him a heartfelt hug, but that was the key word - almost. « What if it someone important was calling ?»

«I’m not in the mood to answer any calls.» Your hoarse voice was proof enough of how tired you are this not-so-fine morning. Your thumb and middle finger were massaging the sides of your forehead for a while until you took them away to get a good look at Erik, but never once looking him in the eyes. You just watch him sigh and look down at his shoes in shame and disappointment, not in you, but in himself. You’ve always been good at reading him, even if he isn’t such an open book. As for him, he knows exactly why you’re so calm.

«Baby look-»

«Don’t call me that.» You cut him off before he could manage to get another word out. You said it so calmly and quietly that he almost couldn’t hear it. He’d say he’s surprised of your calm demeanour if he didn’t know he was the reason behind it, but he’s guilty, and he knows he is.

«Y/N, I said what I said last night for a good reason, just please hear me out.» He sighed, «I didn’t say anything about us being a thing because we’ve never had a proper discussion about it, and I just ...» Once he heard your giggle, realizing you’re not paying attention to what he was saying, he stopped himself. «Baby, come on.» He added.

«I think I finally figured out why you always love for us to sneak around.» You chuckled. Your eyes looking at his for the first time. You finally decided to get up and get closer to him. «Never sitting next to each other during press conferences, ditching me at every party we go to together, never once going on ANY date, unless of course consider sex in my house or yours a date; God knows I don’t.» You screamed at him.

Once you’re only inches away from him (and seconds away from punching him), you took a few breaths and headed towards your floor to ceiling glass windows. That beautiful view really does help calm you down.

You’ve never once raised your voice at him. Because you just aren’t that kind of a woman. You always liked to solve any problem you two faced in your relationship without resolving to screaming matches. But seeing you lose your cool behaviour for the first time proved how truly hurt you are, and it’s another stab in the heart for him.

«Look -», You said again still looking away, «- I know I’m not the kind of girl any guy would wanna show off to the world, and I get it, trust me. But knowing that you’re so ashamed of me that you wouldn’t admit just to knowing me.. That hurts.» Your voice broke at the end, and that’s when you felt your not so first tear of that morning, falling down your cheek. «No matter how successful I can get, my body still stands in my way to find love.» You added, and just when you reach your hand to wipe it away, Erik’s already beat you to it.

«Don’t you EVER say that again.» He said in a broken voice, showcasing a little of his own broken heart. He held your hand, and cupped your cheek using his other hand. «Baby please look at me.» He’s literally begging you at this point but he doesn’t care, his main and only concern right now is not to lose you over such a petty subject. He’s already beating himself up for making you cry, and worse, for making you feel so insecure about yourself. He just can’t tolerate the concept of you having these ridiculous thoughts about him being embarrassed of you or your relationship.

«Baby I’m so sorry for what I did last night, but I promise you that I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.» He started when you looked at him in the eyes for the first time today (and hopefully not last). With those watery doe eyes you have, and that cute little pout on your lips, he just couldn’t help falling in love with you even more. «Baby I know I’m a real asshole for what I said yesterday, and honestly, I don’t even deserve you allowing me to touch you right now... Sweetheart you’re the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me, and I don’t plan on losing you anytime soon. I did what I did last night because I didn’t want those entitled people to think that you’re so successful today because of me, I wanted them to know that you’re independent and capable on your own self darling. I don’t want them to mock you or even think of disrespecting you in anyway. I thought I was in some way protecting you from those monsters.»

Hearing those pet words come from him again gave you such a warm feeling. And honestly, his explanation did make sense to you. In his own way, he was protecting you and you’re happy and unbelievably grateful to have such a sweet person by your side. You finally let a little grin break on your face, and seeing you smile again made him smile too. In a genuine moment you just grabbed his face a landed a quick peck on his lips before you said : «I love you, so much.»

«I love you too, so much more.» He answered before grabbing your face back, in a desperate attempt to feel your lips on his again. His lips brushed yours, in the softest way possible, not at all rushed, going as fast or as slow as you allow him. You just wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on yours, before your assistant comes stumbling in. It was after a little while that you both had to pull away, out of breath.

“So, are you ready to go public, miss Y/L/N?” Asked Erik, still holding you tight in his arms.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Stevens.”

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