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Sugar Babe Chapter 2

Synopsis: You and Erik prepare for your upcoming trip.

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

Chapter 1

Erik smiled brightly as soon as the words left your lips. A small groan slipped out from between them, so fleeting you almost didn’t catch it.

“Never thought it would turn me on to hear that.” He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall. 

You balked immediately, “What are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-” Erik cut you off. 

“Yeah we will get them in a sec. First we have to get you an engagement ring and two wedding bands for us to wear during the trip.” Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size. 

“Uhhhh bet you like that one.” Erik pointed at the one ring that you had your eye on. It freaked you out that Eric always knew exactly what you wanted. Were you that predictable, or was he just that good?

“Very good choices sir, I can have everything prepared for you by tomorrow.”

Erik shook his head, his body instinctively straightening. You knew that stance very well. This was the Erik that appeared during board meetings and negotiations. He was direct, but incredibly intimidating. Anytime this side of Erik showed up he always got what he wanted. 

Erik waved his hand at the clerk, “I need these done within the next 6 hours. Make any additional charges necessary. Money is no object.” 

The clerk cleared his throat, “Sir, you must know how busy we can be, we have other orders with higher priority at the moment. I cannot keep that timeline.”

Erik walked closer to the clerk, leaning over the counter slightly. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the exact look he was giving the man behind the counter. Eyes scanning, looking for every weak spot they could find, anything they could exploit or bend to his will. Mouth smirking, like he already knew he won, but was enjoying the game. 

You hated to admit it, but this Erik was your favorite. There was something so sexy about a man who could always get what he wanted. Erik was an incredibly smart man, but a lot of people underestimated his intelligence just the same. The man was a certified genius, both in his field, and with reading people as well. There’s never been a negotiation that didn’t go in his favor. He always knew what to say or do to get the outcome he wanted. And his ability to read people and their deepest desires helped tremendously. 

“Consider this order your highest priority. Make any charges necessary. I will be back here in 6 hours and if the rings are not complete I will take my business to someone who can satisfy my time requirements.”

And there was the voice. Sharp, yet smooth. Light enough that anyone around him wouldn’t think anything of it, but the clerk definitely knew this was a threat, one that was anything but empty. You knew Erik well enough to know that he would switch stores just to prove a point. And you also knew there was no way the clerk was going to turn down an order with that many zeros in it.

The clerk lowered his head slightly, his defeat clear as day. Erik raised his chin, the smirk only widening as he reveled in his victory. 

“My apologies, sir. I will ensure your order is ready within the allotted time. We always appreciate your business.”

Erik nodded, “Thank you.” And sauntered out of the store without another word. You gave the clerk an apologetic glance as you followed him out.

Once you passed the threshold, you grabbed Erik’s wrist. “Was that really necessary? I could have just picked up the rings tomorrow.”

Erik grabbed your shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. “Y/N, what do you think that man was telling me when he said we’d have to wait until tomorrow?”

You hesitated, but eventually spoke your mind. “That we would have to wait our turn like everyone else.”

He tsked, brushing your hair away from your face. “That’s not quite right. You have to read between the lines. Do you think he would have said the same thing if a celebrity or politician made the exact same order at the exact same time?”

You shook your head, “Of course not, but that’s different. They’re important.”

“And are we not important?” Erik raised an eyebrow, his eyes trapping yours. “Are you not important?” The sunlight hit them perfectly, and they looked like pools of molten chocolate, rich and smooth. Erik blinked slowly and the spell over you dissipated. 

“That’s what they want you to think. That you are not as important as those people, but why not? I’m just as rich, if not more, and just as famous. But because I don’t play ball or rap he was underestimating me, and all I did was call his bluff. I can’t stand being underestimated.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried. “Everything isn’t a board meeting Erik.”

Erik laughed, stroking your cheek once more before straightening. “Life is one big board meeting sweetheart. Especially as a black man.” He held his hand out for you. “Now let’s finish up here.”

The two of you made your way to the suit store where Erik picked up his suits. He eyed you as you waited for the suits to come out. 

“What?” You asked him. Erik smiled. 

“I know you wanted to spend the next two days helping me prepare for the trip, but now I need you to prepare for the trip as well.” 

“What do I need to prepare for? I just have to pack a bag. And I’m good.” You respond. 

“Well that would be true if you were traveling as my assistant but you’re not. You’re joining me as my wife. And my wife needs to do a good bit of things before we leave for the trip.” Erik said as he stepped closer to you. 

“Like what?” You asked incredulously. 

“I really don’t want to argue with you, I just need it done.” His voice was deep as he warned you. 

You rolled your eyes before shrugging. 

“Fine I won’t argue. What do I need to do before this trip?”

Erik grabbed your chin lightly, raising your eyes to meet his. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke. “Good girl, was that so hard? Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll give you a reason to roll them to the back of your head.”

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but once it did, your cheeks burned and you looked down at the floor, anywhere to not see the smug smirk he was giving you. Erik has always been a bit flirty, but this was a different level altogether. Your entire body clenched and released from his words alone.  

Erik paid no mind to your reaction. “I need you to go get your nails done. Fingers and toes. Make it a spa day, facial, hair, whatever else you want. Just something so you don’t look so damn stressed like you always do.” You start to interrupt him, but the look on his face tells you he’s not finished yet. 

“After we pick up the suits we can go get new luggage, you can’t keep using the same beat up duffle bag for business trips like this. Then we have to go get you some new clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?!” You shriek, Erik escorts you out of the store and towards the store he wants to buy the luggage from. 

“Nothing babygirl. You look great every day you come to work as my assistant, but for the last time you will be my wife. So you must dress like my wife.”

“And how does your wife dress Erik?” You roll your neck giving him the most attitude you could conjure. Erik smiled slowly backing you into a corner of the mall. His arms blocking you in as his lips brushed against your ear.

“You’re going to learn to cut the attitude baby girl. I’m not with it.” 

You smiled innocently at him. 

“And you’ve already learned that that’s not going to happen.” You pat his cheek gently and start to walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, his eyes running over your form. 

“Alright you wanna be boss baby, I’ll play along for a while. That’s okay but these things are non negotiable for people to truly believe that you are my wife. It’s just a few new clothes.” Erik said. 

“Yeah! And a spa day that I can’t afford!” You shout. 

Erik chuckled and pulled out his wallet showing you the copious amounts of cash he had. 

“We're going to the luggage spot together, I’mma pay for that. You already have my Amex card for the spa day and we are about to get you some new clothes. Stop acting like I don’t take care of mines.” Erik scoffed and walked ahead of you rounding the corner for the luggage store. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him, this day was not shaping up at all how you imagined it to be. 

————

The next two days were a whirlwind. And it just could not and would not slow down. You were definitely freaking out because leaving your job to Gina was not your first pick and you let Erik know that. 

He simply smiled and flicked your nose, cutely I might add, and told you not to worry. 

Now the big bad wolf was on the phone with investors and he had to be his usual business self hours before your flight. Seeing business Erik pacing in your living room littered with clothes and suitcases, just stressed you out further. He looked like he didn’t belong, as if he was some model fresh out of one of your discarded magazines. 

But the anger he spoke on the phone with sent you spiraling. You loved hearing Erik speak to investors, they always held such contempt for you on the phone but cowered in fear when Erik got wind of how they spoke to you. 

You were supposed to be packing and he was supposed to be telling you what to pack from the loads of new clothes he bought you. But how could you focus with this Adonis standing in front of you. An Adonis that you are supposed to pretend to be married to. 

You worried constantly the last two days that no one with two semi working eyes would believe that he would marry you. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Erik smirked at you as he hung up his phone. He licked his lips as he checked you out. 

“No reason. Okay big reason. There is no way anyone is going to believe that we are married. I mean neither of us even knows what a married couple acts like.”

Erik cocked his head as he stared at you. 

“Okay so turn on YouTube so we can learn to be a married couple. The fuck you talking about?” Erik kisses his teeth and walks to your half empty suitcase. He continued placing your newly bought folded clothes into the new Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought you. 

“I’m just saying look at you! Erik, you look amazing and put together no matter what happens. You handle everything so quickly and effectively. You’re so smart and capable of running this company. Who in their right mind would look at you and then see me and believe that we are together and have been married for the past three years? I’ll tell you. No one.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you ramble off. 

“Honestly this right here is why I never approached you. I knew you well enough that you would pull some shit like this. That you would self sabotage because of some bullshit that society tells you.” Erik continued packing up another suitcase. 

“I chose you because I trust you more than anyone else with company rules and policies. You’ve been in charge of so many projects because I know you have the leadership and management skills to get them done. I chose you to be my wife because your the smartest person I know and you look DAMN good in them fucking pencil skirts you wear. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else tells me who should or should not be my wife.” He slammed your second suitcase shut and moved on to your carry on bag.

“I can pack my own carry on.” You stood up slowly and approached him with your carry on items to put in the bag. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that others aren’t like you.”

“Yeah and they aren’t the CEO. I am.” He grabbed your hand as you finished packing your carry on. “The only thing that will alert people into knowing that we aren’t actually together is if you believe that we can’t.” He pulled you close to him, his heat and scent intoxicating. “Do I need to convince you that we can be together? That I want you?”

Yes. 

Your knees buckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek then below your ear. 

“No.” You place your hand on his chest and backed up.

Erik ran his gaze over you and bit his lip. He reached out to pull your body flush against his. His hands roamed your body freely, relishing in how you felt against him.

“You’re a terrible liar Y/N.” And with that he leaned down to run his tongue along the sweet spot on your neck. Then started sucking on your pulse point. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t hide your moan if you tried, the man’s mouth was gifted. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered. Just as your knees were about to give out he pulled away and looked into your eyes, his hands sliding down your back to grab your ass.

“Y/N, you really have no idea how much I want you. If you were actually mine… the things I’d do to that fine ass body.” He shook his head, and you felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, low and deep.  “You’re not ready for that conversation. Your scary ass couldn’t handle it.”

You bristled at the jab instinctively, your smart mouth couldn’t be contained. “I can handle anything Erik, you couldn’t handle me.”

Erik laughed, pulling you closer. “Is that right?”

“Damn right it is.” You crossed your arms, bringing your face in as close to his as you could.

He rubbed his beard, then smirked. “I already told you I wasn’t going to put up with your attitude sweetheart. You’ve been talking out the side of your neck all day today. It’s time I put that ass in check. Let you get a taste of what you’re dealing with since you think I’m playing games with you.”

In the blink of an eye Erik turned you around and pushed you against the wall, your hands trapped in one of his above your head. He pushed into your body from behind, his hips lined up perfectly with yours. You could feel the hard bulge against your cheeks. Erik grabbed your hip with his free hand and gripped just hard enough to make you gasp. His lips moved to your ear and he whispered some of the dirtiest stuff you’ve ever heard.

“Think I can’t handle you huh? Baby girl you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about handling your thick ass. My mouth salivates at the thought of putting you in check. If you weren’t so damn scary I’d be balls deep in you right now. I’d pick your little bratty ass up and sit you on my dick until you fix your attitude. Keep playing with me and you’re gonna get yourself into some shit you aren’t ready for. I really don’t mind showing my wife that I need her.” He groaned as you shivered against him, your body responding to his words. 

“Stop Erik. I need to get some sleep before the flight. Thank you for packing my bags for me, but I have a lot of stuff to get done and you’re distracting me.” You hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or how your body kept pushing back into him.

He pulled away, taking the heat of his body with him. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. Just make sure you come as the wife I know you can be. My partner.” He winks at you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let it be known though if you were mine…. I’d tear that ass up every night of this trip. I’ll see you tomorrow” He backed away from you while shaking his head. He opened your apartment door and walked out while shouting. “My wife fine as fuck!”

Well fuck, what could you possibly say to that?

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Sugar Babe Chapter 3

Word Count: 2,025

Synopsis: And the trip begins...

Warnings: slight smut, cursing

Early the next morning you struggled to get your baggage down to the lobby by yourself. Steve, your driver frowned when he saw you exit your building with all your stuff for the trip. 

“Miss, you know I could have helped you. Mr. Stevens would have my head if he saw you right now.” Steve ran up to you to gather your stuff and put it in the trunk of the sleek new black Audi. 

You smiled softly at Steve, he was always so polite and helpful to you, even when you assured him that you could handle it. 

“It’s fine Steve, I got it down here didn’t I?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he opened the car door for you. You slid into the back of the car and buckled in. You were supposed to meet Erik at the airport in about an hour, but you lived about 45 minutes away from the airport so you had a bit of a ride ahead of you. 

You were excited for the trip, you loved to travel and looked forward to opportunities that work provided for you to do so. But you never got to travel like this, much less with Erik. 

Usually when you traveled, you traveled alone to audit or conduct meetings in place of Erik. And you just went to the big airport downtown to fly business class. Your trips usually didn’t take three weeks to conduct either. Erik could never go without having you by his side for more than four days. He swore the incompetence of the other employees made him considering making his company a two man one. The days you came back from traveling usually involved calming Erik down from firing everyone. Thank goodness you had no problem keeping his anger under control. 

You packed entertainment for the ride to the airport and for the trip. You reached into your bag and pulled out the kindle Erik bought you randomly last year. 

Giggling at a story you were reading, you glanced up to make eye contact with Steve in the rear view mirror. Steve’s cheeks quickly turned pink and he looked back to the dark road ahead of him. 

“You okay Steve?” You asked him curiously, you’d worked with Steve for the past year and he’d been one of the best drivers Erik had ever hired. You considered the two of you friends easily, car rides with him contained engaging conversation and joyous laughs. 

“I’m fine Miss. I uhh didn’t know you were dating anyone much less engaged?” His eyes shot to your ring finger in the rear view mirror before putting them back on the road. 

You felt your face become hot. You remembered Erik’s text that came in right before you woke up this morning, reminding you that he put a ring on it and he can’t wait to see it when you meet this morning. 

You also remembered how his body felt pressed against yours, and the things he said. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You were scared. You were scared of how strong your feelings for him were, how far gone you already were. If you weren’t careful you could get caught in the storm and never make it out again. Erik never kept a relationship for long, he was a hardworking man who would always be more dedicated to his job than anything else. As his assistant you’ve seen first hand just how little he fought with his exes when they complained about his work schedule. You’ve seen how upset they looked when they stormed out of his office, and you’ve seen how unaffected he was by it all. 

Erik was a tornado, blazing through everything in its path, and you couldn’t allow yourself to get caught in the wreckage, no matter how strong your feelings were.

 “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.” Steve pulled into the parking lot of the airport and stepped out to open the door for you. 

“It’s okay Steve.” You smiled and hugged him. “It’s just all new to me. I guess I better get used to the question though huh?” You pulled back and smiled up at your friend. He grinned back at you in his eyes, twinkling with a bit of sadness. He opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by Erik making his presence known. 

“Glad to see you made it safely.” Erik’s tone was quiet and calm, his eyes hard and focused completely on you. You quickly jumped back out of Steve’s arms and turned towards Erik to greet him. 

“Steve.” The tip of Steve’s ears turned completely pink. 

“Sir.” 

“Grab her bags please. The plane is ready for us to board.” Erik used his business voice, his eyes flitting to Steve briefly before focusing back on you. His stare made you hot and your knees weak. You nimbly lean back into the car to grab your carry on bag and purse. 

You approach Erik slowly, his eyes watching your moves. 

“Hey.” You smile and pull out your phone to go over notes for the flight. There were a few business things that needed to be handled on the flight over. 

“What was that?” Erik asks quietly. 

“What was what?” You respond as you start to move toward the jet tarmac. 

“Nothing.” He works his jaw and glances back at Steve getting your luggage. “Let’s go there’s a lot to go over.” He places his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the plane. 

*****

“How long have we been married?” You ask Erik on the plane. You’ve been in flight for a few hours and after completing all of the necessary paperwork for the new acquisition preparation, the two of you decided it necessary to practice questions you may get. 

“3 years. We could take a break you know. I’m tired and I feel like we have it down.” Erik patted the seat next to him, his smile devious and hopeful. “Come join me, they are going to bring our lunch soon.” 

You definitely wanted to sit next to him. But there was no need to. No one was watching, the two of you should enjoy the last few hours of not having to put on an act. 

“I’m fine over here Erik, much more spacious without a giant like you taking up half of the seat.” You smiled and put away your laptop preparing for the delicious meal you smelled. 

“Sure you're fine over there. But if you sit with me we could practice cuddling.” You narrowed your eyes at him and kissed your teeth. 

“Why would we need to practice cuddling Erik. In what public place would people need to see us cuddling?”

Erik chuckled and leaned back in his seat spreading his legs wide, he licked his lips as he stared at you. 

“Not everything has to be for show baby girl. But we gotta practice you getting used to my touch don’t we? A husband can touch his wife in public right? And every time I go to touch you you flinch.” Erik rubbed his beard while eyeing you. 

“No I don’t. Stop lying Erik.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You do. I’m not lying. I always peep how you respond to people. You didn’t flinch when Steve touched you though.” His stare turned hard and you could feel something turn inside of you. You grimaced and looked away briefly before standing up to sit next to Erik. You hated when you upset Erik, it didn’t happen often. But when it did you knew. 

“I do not flinch when you touch me.” You reiterated, your eyes daring him to touch you.

Erik of course took you up on your silent challenge. His smirk shouldn’t have so much of an effect on you. It was disrespectful really. 

“You’re calling me a liar Y/N?” Before you knew it he grabbed your wrist and pulled you hard enough to launch your body out of your seat and into his arms. You couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through you as his hands caressed your back so softly you weren’t sure if he was even aware he was doing it. You quickly shoved your face into his chest to hide the small whimper that escaped your lips. 

You couldn’t help but flinch when you suddenly felt Erik’s lips brushing against the shell of your ear. He spoke softly, but there was steel behind his words, “Baby girl, let me make myself crystal clear. You are my wife. Mine. I don’t take well to sharing, I never have. If I see you flirt with another guy again I’mma handle you, you understand me?” His hands slowly worked from your shoulder blades, down your back, to rest firmly on your ass. “My ring is on your finger, not Steve’s, or anybody else. Don’t forget that.”

Thank goodness Erik couldn’t see your face because your eyes were about to bug right out of your head. Where the fuck was this coming from? Erik has never been a possessive guy. Hell he had an open relationship with over half of the girlfriends you’ve seen since you started working for him. This was unprecedented. You calmed yourself down before moving back so you could look into his eyes. It was time to get back on the same page. 

“Why do you keep bringing out Steve? What does he have to do with this?”

Erik scoffed, “You tell me. You were hanging all over him this morning.”

What the fuck?! “I just hugged him Erik. What the hell is your problem?”

“I don’t take well to being disrespected, Y/N. How am I supposed to feel when I show up, all excited to see my girl and she’s hanging onto some guy?”

You grabbed his face harshly, your frustration getting the best of you. Before you could talk yourself out of it, or think, you pulled him into you and kissed his passionately. He immediately responded, pulling you in as close as he could and tonguing you down something fierce, his hands still palming at your ass. You gasped when he moved his hands behind your thighs and picked you up, wrapping your legs around him to keep yourself from falling over. Erik quickly walked you both to the nearest wall, shoving you against it just hard enough to make you gasp.

“Not worried about him now are you, baby? That’s right, only I can do this for you.” Erik growled against your lips, barely taking the time to say the words before claiming your mouth once more.

You pulled away, finally remembering the reason you kissed him in the first place. “I’m not interested in Steve, Erik. I never have been. He’s my friend. I was just hugging him to say goodbye because we’ll be gone for a bit. That’s all, I promise.”

Erik scanned your face for a while, both of you catching your breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry baby girl, I overreacted. I can never seem to think clearly when it comes to you.”

You rolled your eyes and started to massage your fingers into his scalp, his eyes closing immediately. “You will never have to worry about that. I’m not that kind of person and you know that.”

He nodded, “I do know that.”

You watched him closely, the question bubbling up until you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Why were you so angry anyway? You always had open relationships with your girlfriends. Why are you mad about the possibility of your fake wife flirting with someone else?”

Erik smirked, slowly shaking his head. “Y/N, if you have to ask that question then I have my work cut out for me.” 

“Well I guess you better get to it because I don’t understand. But first put me down so I can eat.” You nodded your head to the food that had been placed on the table behind you. 

Erik smirked and let you down slowly sliding his hands over your ass and hips. 

“I’ll make sure to show you.”

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James “Bucky” Barnes

Starstruck: You never thought you’d meet an Avenger, and you definitely never thought you’d get a date with one at a basketball game.

*Change: After being holed up with Bucky for a while you were excited for a girls night with your friends. Too bad Bucky had other plans.

*Lucky: Study session with our favorite long haired one armed college super soldier.

Homecooking: You’re a great cook, so you want to cook for Bucky. You never knew what good food would do for him.

Part 1

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*Lost: You get lost and Bucky almost has a heart attack. He'll make sure you never do it again.

Erik Killmonger

*Biggest Puddle Ever: You and Erik have some fun in the home movie theater, even though his closest friends are present.

*Crab Legs: You made sure to not eat around Erik, you were too afraid of what he’d think. After a mishap, you still will never eat in front of him, but for a completely different reason.

*Play Fighting: What happens when one of you hits too hard.

The Fight: You and Erik got into a fight and you were ready to cool off on your own. Too bad Erik had other plans

Let me Tell you a Story: Reader finds out Erik has been hiding who he really is, so he tells her his story.

Stop: Erik gets into a lot of fights because of you. Maybe you aren't what he needs anymore.

Got It Bad: Reader is spending the summer with the Wakandan royals

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Sugar Babe: Erik needs a fake wife to help him close a business deal, and you're perfect for the job.

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Poetic Justice: You meet Erik at an open mic night and it changes everything.

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Erik had a reputation of being a fuckboy. That meant you had to be careful around him. Guard your heart. It was a solid plan until he came in and ruined all your plans.

You and Sam have been best friends and partners for a while now. Until a drunk night in Vegas changes everything.

Messing w/ Erik while he's playing the game

Cockwarming Thor

Bucky asks you to move in

Steve Rogers

*Restraint: You haven’t been on you best behavior while Steve’s been away on missions. And you’ve been even worse since he came back.

Firsts: First Meeting: You and Steve meet for the first time.

Sam Wilson

Thirst Tweets: Working as a videographer you get to meet one of your favorite Avengers. Lucky you get to   hear Sam Wilson reads his thirst tweets and you get a little flustered.

*What’s Your Name: You forgot to change your name at work after you got married. Sam will make sure you never forget again.

*Focus: You just wanted Sam to focus on you more. You didn't think your plan would backfire this badly.

Date: You try to convince Sam to be your date to a wedding.

Thor

*Nervous: You heard that Thor was the best around campus. And you had plans to find out for yourself.

Anesthesia: You've been assigned to give Thor a check up after his surgery. Who would have thought anesthesia would affect him this way?

Geralt of Rivia

*Do You Remember: You and Gerald reminisce about conceiving your first child.

Just the Two of Us

Bucky x OC x Erik fic

Izzie’s finishing her senior year of college. The end is on the horizon. Her life is great with an amazing boyfriend and the world’s greatest friend. Izzie feels like she can accomplish anything. What happens though when someone from her past comes back into her life?

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Poetic Justice

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Synopsis: You meet Erik at an open mic night and it changes everything

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2597

Coming to open mic night at your favorite cafe was worth it. You only just found out about the elusive and secretive gathering of college individuals. But you made it your goal to go at least once a week. Sometimes it was hard, school work piles up quickly when you are having fun. 

But tonight, you had to get out no matter how many essays and online homework you needed to complete. And you regretted nothing once he took the stage. Tall dark and handsome, Erik Stevens, the poet had you entranced. His poetic stories about black struggle and black love pushed you further down the rabbit hole than you could ever imagine. 

This man seemed to be everything you could ever imagine. And you were so happy to have a seat up close and to the far right of the stage where you could fangirl in peace. 

You’d seen this beauty around campus a few times, but never once did you imagine that he had such a way with words and his voice was that smooth. And the way he strummed the guitar… You only hoped he could strum your clit that delicately. 

You watched his set intensely, his every move an imprint in your mind. You wanted to record it to play it back later, but you knew that would be wildly inappropriate. Snaps filled the room as he finished up and he smiled and bowed his head in acknowledgment. The man knew he was fine. 

Erik Stevens stepped off the stage and packed away his guitar as another talented student took the stage to share her beautiful voice. You watched his broad back shuffle around until he went behind the curtains and came around. The exit for the stage right in front of your high table. 

Erik’s eyes watched you closely, you bit your lips gently when his eyes raked over your body with lust. Damn. How can Just one look from this man have you ready to risk it all? You smiled shyly at Erik when you made eye contact again. Erik sent you a wink and a smile so genuine it made your thighs clench. He then quietly made his way through the crowd to join his friends. 

You smiled softly to yourself then settled in to enjoy the rest of the night with your friend. 

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Early morning classes were not your thing. But when one of your major classes is only offered at 8 am on Tuesday’s, you had no choice. Hence why you were in the juice line in your increasingly crowded dining hall. You desperately wanted some freshly juice fruits and were willing to wait in a long line to get it. That or you were looking for any excuse to be late for class. 

“Excuse me. Do you know what juices they have today?” A deep voice from behind you asked. 

“No but it looks so good. Soo… goood…” your voice trailed off when you turned around to talk to the stranger. Erik again. You smiled a polite smile and turned back forward, your heart racing in your chest. Fuck. He was even more attractive up close and in the light. And he smelled so good too. 

Erik smiled and held out his hand for you to shake. You gently put your hand in his. 

“I’m Erik.” His voice washed over you. “You were at the show the other night. You look good in blue.” He complimented your dress from the other night. 

“Thanks.” You told him your name. “You’re a great artist.” You were up in line to order your juice. 

“Thank you babygirl.” His eyes dropped to your lips before flitting back up to meet your eyes. 

“You sitting down to eat? Maybe I could join you?” His voice was hopeful as you stepped up to order. 

Your heart sunk. “Erik I really wish I could but I have to get to class, I'm already late enough waiting for this drink. Next time though. I promise.” Instinctually you held out your pinky finger for him to seal in the promise. You blushed and went to remove yourself. 

“Wait. A promise is a promise and has to be sealed in some way.” He wraps his pinky finger around yours and brings both your hands up so that you can both kiss your fist. The two of you break away, eyes intense and your heart beating out of your chest. 

“Next time.” You smile and step back over to the juice counter. 

He smiles as you leaned forward to accept your drink. “Have a good day.” His eyes watched you as you walked past him to the exit of the dining hall, a smirk on his lips as his eyes fell to your ass. 

————

Laundry day was one of your faves on campus. Usually you did it so late at night that you had the laundry room to yourself so you would sit on one of the machines, playing games on your phone. 

You’d just beaten a really difficult level and you were up out of your seat cheering in circles for yourself. 

“Damn, if I knew this is the type of introduction I would get, I would ask you to announce at poetry nights.” Erik smiled at you. You turned around quickly, a heat creeping up your body as you saw him leaning against one of the machines. A smirk sat on his full lips and his arms crossed tightly on his chest. 

“Don’t stop now, the only thing I would change is you screaming my name.” Erik’s smirk grew bigger as your ears burned. 

“Shut up.” You smiled bashfully and climbed back on top of the washing machine. Erik approached slowly coming to stand in front of your legs. 

“What’s got you so excited anyway?” Erik took your phone from his hand and started dying of laughter. 

“Candy Crush!” He laughed loudly, you smiled in a daze watching his beautiful smile. “Well I guess I should take it as a win.” He handed you back your phone. “At least it’s not no guy in your phone making you smile like that. I wanna make you smile like that.” Erik stared up at you. 

You looked away, he just didn’t know what he was doing to you. Or he did and he was determined to make you become a massive puddle. Well he succeeded at least halfway, there’s a massive puddle in your shorts right now. 

“Tell me… what do I have to do to make you smile like that?” Erik’s soft hand found its way on the top of your knee. Very gently, his eyes asking for permission. 

You shrugged and nodded at the same time. Erik laughed. “What does that mean?” 

It means that you can eat me out on this washing machine! You screamed in your head. 

“It means that I don’t know what you have to do.” Erik stepped closer bracing his hands on either side of you. 

“You know, I’ve seen you around a lot before. You’re so pretty that I can always pick you out of a crowd. But I never had the courage to speak to you. That is until I saw you at my set.” Erik spoke softly, a small smile found its way onto your lips. 

“There we go. Got something. So I just gotta compliment your fine ass and your face will shine brighter than the sun.”

“Erik if you don’t take your poetic ass somewhere. Don’t you have clothes to wash?” You say smartly. 

“Nah. I just saw you in here and I had to come speak. You see now that we are friends you ain’t never getting rid of me.” Erik gently rubbed the outside of your thigh. “Besides, you owe me company for a meal.”

You rolled your eyes remembering your pinky promise in the dining hall. 

“After your clothes are finished you are coming with me for a midnight meal.” Erik’s eyes twinkled once you agreed and you wondered what his idea of a midnight meal was. 

________

You sighed and rubbed your face. Fuck this paper! You figured if you went to the library really early you'd be able to focus and get it done, but you were struggling. Coffee wouldn't even help. You'd been at it for 4 hours and barely had 2 pages finished. It was time to cut your losses and try again later. You were putting your last book in your bag when you heard that all too familiar voice.

"What are you doing here so early Y/N?" Erik looked down at you, a smirk on his face. 

Why did you always run into this man? Ever since the open mic night it seemed like you saw him all the time. 

You frowned, "I was trying to get a ten page paper done, but I can't focus."

He scoffed, "You took Mandrake didn't you? That's where you fucked up. Everyone knows she assigns a big paper at the beginning of the semester."

You couldn't help the pout that formed on your lips, "I didn't know!"

"Let me help you. I have some work I need to finish too. Maybe we can help each other focus and get out of here sooner." He smiled sympathetically. 

He sat down across from you and pulled out his materials. He also pulled out a pair of gold rimmed glasses that made him look sexy as fuck. Who the hell makes glasses look that good? 

You couldn't help but be nosy and when he pulled out a book with Freud's name on it. You had to ask.

"Are you a psych major?"

Erik followed your eyes to the book and smiled. "I'm a double major. Psychology and African American Studies."

You whistled "Oh so he's woke and smart."

"I want to be a psychologist for at risk black kids. I went through a lot of shit when I was a kid and it fucked me up for years. I want to prevent that from happening to anyone else." Erik shrugged. 

"That's amazing, Erik." And you meant it. What a great way to make an impact on the community. You already really liked Erik, but this took the cake. He really was a great guy.

He shrugged, his embarrassment clear. "I wish there was someone that could have helped me back then. It would have saved me from making a lot of dumb decisions."

You grabbed his hands, "Seriously Erik. That's really cool. You should be proud of it. You're going to do great things."

Erik's thumb rubbed over your hand and he smiled softly before raising your hand to kiss it. "Thank you, babygirl. I really appreciate that."

You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. You've never felt chemistry like this with a guy, and you had a feeling you never would again. Erik was someone special.

Erik smirked at you. "Now stop ogling me and get moving on that paper."

Your ears burned as you focused on your laptop, his laugh wrapping around you like a warm blanket. 

You did peep him sneaking glances at you while you both worked though, so you considered it a win regardless.

________

You rushed out of class. The professor held everyone an extra 10 minutes, and you were running late for your next class. Once you got closer to the quad you noticed there was a crowd. You didn't really care what was going on, you didn't have time to see what had everyone so fascinated. You had just got to where the crowd was but you heard the most beautiful music and you couldn't help but move closer to see where it was coming from. 

And to your surprise standing there, looking more gorgeous than anyone had the right to, was Erik Stevens. The sun lit his profile perfectly, his brown skin glowing in the light. His fingers glided across the guitar, the music lulling you into a state of peace you've never experienced. You couldn't look away from him. He was so captivating. Before you realized it you moved across the quad and stood in the front of the crowd, but off to the side. Erik closed his eyes and his body began swaying to the music. The notes sounded very familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on where you recognized it from. After a few seconds of strumming Erik opened his mouth and started singing India Arie 'Ready for Love'.

You were absolutely sure your jaw was on the ground. You had no idea he could sing! His voice was beautiful, smooth and rich, like the most expensive Hennessy. He glided through the notes effortlessly, adding a few of his own runs and techniques to make it his own. You believed every word he was saying, his voice was so honest. He really sounded like he was in love with someone and it just made his performance that much better.

Someone next to you walked closer to him and dropped a few bills in his guitar case. As they walked back to their spot Erik opened his eyes, instinctually following them. When his eyes met yours you felt your heart rate pick up and your breath catch in your throat. Erik looked right into your eyes and kept singing, a slight smile on his lips. This man was LETHAL. It felt like he was serenading you. You couldn't help but smile back, you were pretty sure there were actual hearts in your eyes. 

I am ready for Y/N

The two of you couldn't look away from each other. You could actually feel a force pulling you to him. The crowd erupted in shocked chatter when he slipped up and sang your name. Erik just smiled and kept going, but you could hardly breathe. You've never heard your name sound so beautiful before. You had a big dopey smile on your face but you couldn't get rid of it if you wanted to.

He strummed the guitar, the notes tapering into silence. As soon as he finished the crowd erupted into loud cheers and applause. As everyone dispersed you made your way over to him. 

"That was amazing Erik. I had no idea you could sing."

He smiled softly, "Yeah, it's not something I do often."

"It was beautiful. You really should sing more often." It'd be a shame for him to hide his talent. 

He smirked. "Sing more in general or sing to you more?"

You looked away in embarrassment, your ears burning. "Why did you say my name?"

"It was an accident. When I saw you I got nervous and made a freudian slip I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, his smile sheepish.

You pouted, "So you didn't mean it?" 

He smirked, "Of course I meant it. I did say a Freudian slip. You were on my mind so I said your name."

You rolled your eyes, but your tone was teasing. "There's my psychology nerd. I was starting to get worried."

He chuckled and moved in closer, until his chest brushed up against you. He reached out a hand and fixed a piece of your hair before cupping your face. "Be my girl and there's a lot more where that came from."

You smiled, looking into his eyes. "Yes."

His smile was bright. Erik grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. You may have made a Freudian slip of your own when he sucked your soul out of your mouth.

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The Fight

Synopsis: You and Erik got into a fight and you were ready to cool off on your own. Too bad Erik had other plans

Word Count : 1458

Warnings: cursing

"I'm tired of having the same argument with you Erik! I'm done!" You could barely see through the tears building in your eyes, but you knew you had to get some space. There was no way you would be able to have a civilized discussion with him right now. You quickly made your way to your bedroom, ready to pack yourself a bag for the night.

Erik was right on your tail, his footsteps drowning yours out. “Where the fuck are you going Y/N?! We’re not finished here!” He did this every time you had an argument. You always wanted to get away and gather your thoughts, he wanted to completely hash everything out then forget about it. It honestly drove you crazy. You weren’t built to do that. You needed time to yourself after an argument. You opened the bedroom door and headed straight for the closet, where your favorite duffel bag was. You grabbed it from the shelf and sat it on the bed, ignoring Erik’s shocked face in the doorway.

“So you’re just going to leave Y/N? Where are you even going?” You could hear the anger building in his voice. This may just become another argument itself. You started grabbing the first few clothes you could grab, it honestly didn’t matter what you had. You’d make it work when you got to your best friend’s house. You just needed a night away to think without Erik in your face. 

You turned to him, slightly calmer than before. “I’m going to Angela’s. I need some time to think.”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You’ve got me fucked up if you think I’m gonna let you leave this house right now Y/N. You aren’t leaving here mad at me, and I’ll be damned if you drive mad.” He stormed over to you and snatched your clothes out of your hands and started to put them back into the dresser.

“What the fuck Erik! Stop! I just told you I needed time to think! I can’t do that with you breathing down my neck!”

He made a grab for the duffel bag, but you moved it out of reach. “No, we’re going to sit down and we’re going to talk this out. I don’t care if you hit me, scream, holler, whatever you need to, but neither one of us are leaving this house until we fix this. I’m not letting you stay mad at me, and I’ll be damned if you go and tell your friends so they can hate me too.”

He extended his hand, “Give me the bag, Y/N. If you don’t I’m gonna take it from you by force.”

You were getting angrier and angrier the more he talked. “Why do you have no regard for my feelings and needs Erik? I just told you I need some time to think on my own and you’re going to force me to stay around you?”

He was shaking his head before you even finished talking. “You know damn well that’s not what’s happening Y/N. Don’t even start that. I’m not forcing you to be around me, I’m forcing you to help me work this out instead of running off and talking shit with your friends. I’m tired of you running off every time we have an argument. We are both going to stay here and get to the bottom of this.”

He manages to swipe your duffel bag this time. “Ugh!”  you groan in frustration. There was no way you were going to get it back before he wanted you to. “I hate you so much right now!”

Erik nodded and sat on the bed. “That’s fine. Now sit your ass down and talk to me.”

Part of you knew you didn’t really have a choice. Either you sat down or he was going to force you to. Even though you knew that, the other part of you wanted to be petty and not just obey him outright. Make him understand how mad you were. You crossed your arms and shook your head. “I’m not a dog. I don’t sit when I’m told.”

He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re lucky I really love you Y/N. You’re getting on my damn nerves. Sit down and tell me how you’re feeling.”

You started checking your nails, refusing to acknowledge that he said anything at all. If he was going to act an ass you will too.

“Alright, cool. We can do this the hard way.” That was all you heard before Erik jumped up from the bed and threw you over his shoulder. It caught you completely off guard. You expected him to pull you on the bed, but this was a whole other level of crazy. You started beating your hands against his back. “Let me go!”

His voice was like steel. “Never.”

He carried you out of the bedroom, and through the house to the kitchen. He sat you on the counter and before you could slip around him he planted his arms on either side of you, trapping you in. He took one hand and grabbed your chin firmly. “I’m going to ask you one more time Y/N. Tell me what has you so angry so I can fix it.”

You sighed in resignation. You may as well give in now, there was no getting out of this. Besides, who knows what this crazy man will do next if you don’t listen to him. You took a few deep breaths and looked into his eyes. “I don’t like that you keep talking to her. She’s trying to be messy, and I don’t like the way she acts around you. It’s disrespectful as fuck that you keep entertaining her.”

His eyes didn’t veer from yours once while you were talking. You had his undivided attention. “It’s not like that Y/N. I keep telling you that. She’s dating my best friend, I can’t cut her off like that.”

You shook your head. “You don’t see the way she looks at me when you aren’t around. She has every intention of taking you from me. That’s why she finds any reason to touch you. Your friend honestly needs to watch his back. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was checking for other men too.”

Erik nodded, “If it worries you that much, then I will not be around her whenever you aren’t with me. I’ll let T’Challa know what’s going on.” He moved in closer to your face, your noses bumping. “I want you to listen to me though Y/N. No woman is taking me away from you. I’ve already told you I’m not ever letting you go. You are my endgame, my future. I’m not throwing that away for some girl.” He kissed you gently. “I really mean that shit babe. Tell me you believe me.” 

You pouted and crossed your arms. He wasn't listening! Erik noticed your change in body language and leaned in to kiss you again, "Tell me you believe me, baby." You continued to ignore him. He moved down and started kissing your neck. "Baby, tell me you believe me."

You were turning into putty in his hands, but you were adamant about this. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you couldn’t tolerate the disrespect. Him letting this girl sniff all around him made you look bad. Like you didn’t have a hold on your man. You scoffed, “Tell me you won’t let Cassidy disrespect me anymore.”

He smiled, his fronts shining teasingly at you “Fuck that bitch, Y/N. I’ll yeet her across the room if that’s what it takes to make you feel comfortable. She’s nothing, and you know that. I only put up with her because T’Challa is really feeling her.”

You laughed, “Good. Yeet her ass every time she comes up to you.” Erik kissed you again and moved his hand to the back of your head to fist your hair.

“You didn’t answer me babe. Tell me you believe me.”

You nodded. “Of course I do babe. I love your crazy ass. Just don’t let anything like this happen again. I really don’t like having to watch some other girl act like she has a shot with you.”

Erik picked you back up, your legs around his waist. “Never. I’ll mush every girl that gets in my face baby.” He pushed your forehead so hard you almost fell off of him. “Just like that.” He was laughing so hard your body moved with his chest.

You hit the back of his head. “Fuck you Erik!”

He just smirked, his hands palming your ass, “Don't worry baby, you will.”

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Biggest Puddle Ever

Synopsis: You and Erik have some fun in the movie theater

Word Count: 1,264

Warnings: smut, cursing

“You are really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” Erik leans over to whisper in your ear, as the movie plays in front of you and his friends. Your ears burn hot as you try to focus on the screen in front of you. Your skin felt cool and sweaty at the same time. Sharing a spacious recliner with him had been the worst idea. The smell of him alone was fucking with you right now. Erik watched you squirm with amusement. It was only fair that you suffer the way he had to. You thighs always begging for his attention. The constant need to hide his hard-ons whenever he’s around you.

You’d made friends with Erik and his friends pretty quickly when you moved to Oakland. 

Despite their general appearance, they were actually pretty sweet guys. Well… They were sweet to you. You’ve seen before how they treated others around them and it wasn’t the best. But it was how they ran their town. 

Your grandmother introduced you to them when you first moved to Oakland to help her take care of the house for one summer. One summer was all it took for you to quickly become friends with Erik and his crew, and for you to find the job of your dreams that never made you want to leave.

Erik and his friends cut your grandmother’s grass whenever they could, they took out her trash, and they took her to her doctor’s appointments. They were about as sweet to your grandmother as they were to you.

You met Erik one night when your grandmother made dinner for all of them, to thank them for what they do for her, and to introduce them to you. When you first saw Erik, you thought he was gorgeous. Smooth Mahogany brown skin, deep dimples, and the sweetest most intense eyes. There was nothing about him that warned you not to get too close except for his dangerously good looks. He flirted with you the entire night and just being around him lit your body on fire. You have never been so attracted to a man, and he quickly let you know that he felt the same way.

Even the days after you exchanged numbers and texted for a few days, you never got the hint that he was as dangerous as you knew him to be now.

His sweet good morning texts and late-night phone calls made your heart sing. Your grandmother loved Erik and enjoyed having him around as much as you did. But it was never clear that he was the head of the local mob. Until you saw him threaten a guy for approaching you inappropriately. That night you saw a side of Erik, that turned you on more than anything. More than it should.

You glance at Erik only to find him staring intently at you.

“Shut up.” You respond crossing your legs in the other way. You were trying any leg position to get even the smallest bit of relief. Erik made you hot. And this year-long dry spell you had going was not helping. 

“I can help you out ma. Just let me know.” He smiled wickedly at you. The boys in the row in front of you completely engrossed in the action-packed movie playing in front of them. They paid you and Erik no mind. You’re sure they can’t even hear you.

“I said Shut Up.” You bit out harshly.

Erik grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Watch yourself, baby girl. Despite what you think you know. I bite.” Erik placed a soft kiss on your lips, his eyes told you that he was testing the waters. You sighed when he kissed you again, a warm feeling of content washed over you. He painfully nipped at your bottom lip causing you to jerk back and gasp in surprise.

“Ow!” You say pointedly watching Erik’s muscular shoulders shake as he laughs.

“I told you.” You roll your eyes and lean forward eager to have his lips on yours again. He smiles as he presses his lips against yours. 

“Mmhm, fuck.” He groans into the kiss. The two of you get deeper into the kiss, his lips overtaking yours for dominance. You roughly bit his bottom lip in retaliation for what he did earlier. You expect Erik to jerk back in surprise as you did, instead, Erik deepens the kiss and pulls your body closer to his. You squeak softly when Erik puts his lips in your neck. His kisses sloppy and purposely trying to leave a mark. Erik holds you tight and bites down roughly into your neck. You almost cry out when Erik’s hand covers your mouth. His lips and teeth still pleasurably moving on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Shit Erik.” Erik hums in agreeance and slides a hand up your shirt, his nimble fingers delving into your bra and plucking at your nipple.

“Your friends.” You start to mumble, halfway trying to stop him and his skilled fingers as they work your hardened nipple.

“If you’re quiet enough, they won’t hear you.” Erik pulls his head from your neck and glances at his two favorite goons before he raises your shirt slightly his mouth quickly attaching to your nipple. You arch into him, the fear of his friends seeing this frightens you but excites you at the same time. You cradle Erik’s head in your hands, his lips and tongue bringing you so much pleasure, too much pleasure. 

You feel like you could cum from this alone, but Erik has more up his sleeves. One of his hands slid down into your shorts, bypassing the underwear and heading straight for your clit. Your body arches into his as you bite your lip to refrain from crying out. His fingers circle your clit, dipping down a few times to dip into your soaked pussy and bring the wetness up to once again circle your clit.

“Fuck.” You moan into Erik’s ear. He chuckles when he feels your pussy clenching on him. He knows how close you are, he can feel your body shaking in excitement. 

“It’s crazy how turned on you are. I know most of the puddle in your pants is for me. But I also know that some of it is because my friends are sitting right there.” Erik flexes his fingers in you a soft kiss placed right below your ear. 

“Who would have thought, innocent little you getting so wet at the idea of being caught.” You clenched around his fingers, a small moan left you. “Or is it that you want them to catch us. You want them to see how wet this pussy is for me.” You want to glare at him, you do but the pleasure he is bringing you, you can’t bring yourself to lie in the slightest.

“I’m gonna cum.” You hum out lowly.

“Of course you are.” He slowly pulls his fingers out to suck on them. A loud groan leaves his lips as he tastes your essence on his fingers. You watch him curiously, anger waiting on the hinge as you watch his next move.

Erik smiles at you and fixes your shirt back into place.

“This is my favorite part of the movie.” He gestures towards the giant projected screen. “I don’t want to miss it.” Erik turns toward the screen and continues to watch the movie as if his hands weren’t just in your pants causing the biggest puddle ever.

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[dreamingofmilk]

can I get 3 with Erik? please

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3. "Ok, but first kiss me."

Synopsis: Erik had a reputation of being a fuckboy. That meant you had to be careful around him. Guard your heart. It was a solid plan until he came in and ruined all your plans.

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: cursing

You stared quietly at your friends as you approached them from the Uber you took to the state carnival. You cocked your head in confusion because their boyfriends were with them. And never once in the three weeks of planning this excursion did they mention bringing their fucking boyfriends. 

Of course, why would they, you were the only single one and they really wanted you there and they really wanted you to not feel left out. But how could you not feel left out? Each of your three best friends had their gorgeous boyfriends and you, well let’s just say your Friday nights had become super lonely. 

As you slowly approached them you noticed a guy standing off to the side awkwardly. You immediately recognized him as Tonya’s boyfriend James’ best friend Erik. 

Fuck Erik. 

Well… not literally… plenty of women have already done that and you weren't interested in being the next notch on his bedpost, as much as it seemed like he wanted to, and deep down, in a place you'll never acknowledge out loud, you wanted to. 

You meant fuck Erik in a what are you going to do kind of way. Erik was one of those heart stopping, stomach dropping, butterfly causing looking niggas and you struggled to deal with it. Especially because he made it a point to flirt with you incessantly whenever you were around each other. 

“Hey guys.” You hugged your friends Tonya and Fiona and their boyfriends James and Trey. You smiled with heated cheeks when Erik approached you with his arms spread open wide for a huge hug. Erik wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“Missed you Bunny.” His subtle cologne fills your nose and it takes everything within you not to pant like a bitch in heat. You smiled politely at him and pulled away. Turning around to glare at your friends. 

“What the fuck!” You whisper harshly. They smile devilishly and wrap their arms around you while walking to the front entrance of the fair. 

“You’re always at the dorm girl, we had to get you out.” Tonya said as she stood in the long line. 

“I already agreed to come out with you guys. I wanna know why the fuck is he here!” You quickly glanced back at Erik only to find him shamelessly checking you out. He made eye contact with you and sent you a full on smile, unashamed of him eye fucking you. 

“You stay at home too much whenever we tell you he’ll be there. He likes you and it’s clear that you’ve been avoiding him.” Fiona mentioned. 

“So we figured that we would play Cupid AND have a great time.”

“What if I don’t like him like that.” You started, but your friends were not having it.

“Bullshit. We know your pussy gets a heartbeat whenever he’s around.” Tonya utters with annoyance in her tone. 

Your jaw drops at her vulgarity. She was right. But she didn't have to say it. 

“Now go have fun. Nothing has to come out of this. Just enjoy your time with him and we will all meet up in like two hours.” Fiona pushed you slightly towards Erik, while walking towards her man Trey. 

“Wait we aren’t going to walk around together?” You whisper back. 

“Uh...no.” Tonya uttered and pranced off with James. You watched in awe and shock as your friends left you standing next to the guy that made you fucking weak in the knees and crazy in the head, and he knew it. The longer you watched your friends walk away with their boyfriends. The more you realized that they set this up for the both of you. 

“So what do you want to do first, Bunny?” Erik looked down at you, his arms gesturing that he would buy your tickets for the fair as you approached the ticket booth and entrance. His nickname for you sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m down for anything.” Erik smirked, licked his lips and stepped forward to buy your tickets.

“I’ll remember that.” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity. Erik shyly took your hand and led you toward your first ride. 

You rode two rides together and got matching henna tattoos, you were surprised when he agreed to get one with you in the same spot. Laughter bubbled up through your throat when he tickled you to distract you when the two of you went into a haunted house. His hands rested gently on your hips, following you slowly through the house of horrors.

The two of you ran out shrieking and giggling when Erik felt one of the actors accidentally brush up against him. 

You slowed down when you passed a booth with a giant stuffed elephant, your eyes big and wide as you stared wantingly. 

“You want it?” Erik asked. You took in your surroundings and noticed the elephant was for a basketball game. Maybe it was your height but you sucked at basketball. 

You slowly shook your head no and started walking ahead of him and away from the giant colorful elephant. 

“Come on bunny, if you want the elephant. I got you.” Erik grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back in front of the game. 

“How many girls have you done this for I wonder.” You muttered. Erik rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet… again and paid the guy. He explained the game and passed Erik three balls. Erik looked back at you and gave you the sweetest smile. A fuckboy shouldn't be able to smile like that, it's disrespectful really. 

“Can I get a kiss for good luck?” You blushed and shook your head. No way! You weren't getting sucked into that trap.

“Damn, worth a shot.” Erik winked at you and turned back to the game. Crossing your arms in front of you, you sway back and forth watching Erik sink three balls easy. 

“Take your pick, bunny.” Erik smirked and turned towards you, his arms spread wide as if he wanted to offer you the world. He really did have game, no wonder so many girls have fawned over him.

You pointed meekly at your elephant and smiled brightly when Erik reached up and got it for you. 

“What are you going to name it?” Erik whispered in your ear. You shivered but smiled softly when he handed it to you. You loved it already.

“N’Jadaka.” You smirked at his shocked face and held back laughter. “Psych.” That was a close one. He looked so genuinely happy that you almost forgot who you were dealing with. You had to be careful. This guy could really hurt you if you got too close.

After winning your prize, Erik took you to the concession stands. "I'm starving. What do you want to eat?"

You shrugged, "I just want a corndog. I'm not really hungry." You were way too nervous to eat right now. It's a wonder you've managed to make it this far. But fate was a cruel ass bitch and you were her favorite victim. Right before Erik started to speak your stomach let out the loudest growl. Louder than anything you've ever heard before. Your eyes flew to the ground with a quickness and you shrunk into yourself, your face hot with embarrassment.

And Erik, the asshole was laughing his ass off. "Lying ass! Ain't no way you got ass and titties like that and you don't eat proper. I don't fuck with girls who don't eat. Makes absolutely no sense to me."

You hit his shoulder as hard as you could, but he didn't even seem to notice it, he didn't even flinch. "Oh, so you have a fetish?" You let a smirk form on your face, some light teasing will smooth over all this awkward energy.

Erik frowned, "What? Fuck no! Take that shit back right now."

"Look, I get it. Thick women are all the rage right now. Do you, buddy." You shook your head.

Erik moved in so quickly. One second you were staring at the back of his head as he walked in front of you and the next he was so close you could count the different flecks of brown in his eyes. You took a step back in shock, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you back. "First of all, don't ever say no shit like that to me again. I'm not like these weak minded niggas out here. I don't need a trend to tell me what I like. And I'm not your buddy. I'm not tryna be your friend, Y/N. I don't know how many times I need to say it."

“Ah, there he is. How many girls has that line worked on?" You smirked and rolled your eyes. 

Erik rolled his eyes, "I'm not a hoe, Y/N."

"Of course not.” You deadpanned.

You both agreed to split a corndog and a huge slice of pizza. You fought, but Erik insisted on paying for all of it and carrying it all to your table. You huffed as you sat down. 

"I could have paid for half, Erik."

He scoffed and scrunched his face, "What kind of weak nigga lets a girl pay for a date? You don't touch your wallet when you're with me Princess."

You couldn't lie, the way he said that, like you actually offended him by mentioning it at all, was a bit of a turn on. You never would have pegged Erik as that type of guy, he had fuckboy written all over him. 

While you were in your thoughts Erik cut the pizza and corndog in half and set up a plate for you. He reached across the table to set it in front of you. "Here you go, Bunny."

You just looked at him, the shock clear as day on your face. "Thank you. I didn't know you could act civilized." 

"There's a lot you don't know about me." He frowned.

You smirked, "I think I know enough." You took a bite of your corn dog and moaned quietly. There was something magical about fair food. It always tasted so much better than anything else. You heard a groan and opened your eyes to see Erik with a pained look on his face. "What's wrong with you?"

He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. "You’re killing me, Y/N." He leaned across the table and grabbed your face. You were so shocked you couldn't react, you just froze, your eyes wide. He slowly leaned in closer, like he was going to kiss you. Part of you was losing your shit and the rest of you waited with bated breath, the anticipation damn near killing you. Erik stared into your eyes, his own half lidded and seductive. After a beat, he wiped his thumb along the side of your mouth. 

"You had some mustard on your face, beautiful." Once your heart rate slowed down a bit, his words finally registered and you were pissed. There he goes playing with your feelings again. And you fell right into it. You looked over at him and he was holding in laughter. You hardened your glare and he laughed so hard he almost fell off the bench.

"Asshole." You muttered under your breath.

He worked hard to reign himself in, all that was left was the occasional snicker. "I couldn't resist. You're so cute when you're angry. Like a bunny."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "I hate you."

"You don't. You like me." He grinned. 

"That would be a negative."

He shrugged and licked his lips watching you bit yours. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess."

You ignored him and started looking around the fairgrounds for what to do next. You couldn't hide your excitement when you landed on the ferris wheel.

Erik followed your line of sight. 

"You wanna go on it?"

"Can we please?" You even pouted for good measure.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He smiled. 

You squealed in excitement and shot off toward the ride. The ferris wheel was your favorite. When you were a child you used to go with your dad and he'd let you sit in his lap and watch the lights. The ferris wheel has always had sentimental value to you.

While you were caught in your thoughts you weren't paying attention to where you were going. One second you were running through the fair, ignoring Erik's pleas for you to slow down and the next you tripped and were catapulting to the ground. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you before you made it to the ground. 

You were spun around so quickly you lost your balance and fell into Erik's chest. He wrapped his hands around your waist and steadied you to his body. You looked up, you actually hadn't really noticed how much taller he was compared to you, you only came to the center of his chest. Erik's face was full of concern. He grabbed your face with both hands and scanned you from head to toe. 

"You ok, Bunny? Did you scrape anything?" You could only shake your head silently, you were still in a bit of a daze. You could feel the shift in the air, you felt it earlier when he wiped the mustard off your face, but it was much more potent now. The air was crackling with electricity. 

Erik pulled you in closer, his head tilting slightly. He was definitely going to kiss you this time. You closed your eyes and leaned in. Just a few more inches, a few more centimeters…

You were both startled out of your bubble when a kid ran by and bumped into you. You inwardly groaned with frustration, but you took some comfort in seeing that Erik was irritated too. That was definitely a close call. You almost got swept away. You had to be careful, Erik may be nicer than you expected, but he was still a fuckboy who would break your heart eventually. You shook off the haze and pulled away. You both made your way to the ferris wheel together, but it was different this time. You refused to acknowledge it, because acknowledging made it real, but Erik didn't let go of your hand the entire way there.

The wait in line for the ferris wheel was awkward to say the least. You could feel the heat from Erik's hand as it held yours. You tried a few times to separate the hold when your hands started to sweat, but he wasn't having it. 

He eyed you sternly after your most recent attempt, "Why do you keep trying to let go? I slaved over a carnival game and won you a prize and you can't even hold my hand? That's cold, beautiful." He pressed his other hand to his chest in playful hurt. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, trying your hardest not to swoon at the fact that he called you beautiful again. 

"Oh please, you have girls drool over you all the time, I'm sure you're not worried about me."

He moved forward and handed over your tickets. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bunny." Both of you stepped forward as the ride came to a stop and got into the car. You smirked as you slowly rose up as the other cars were loaded. "Sure sure."

Once you were close to the top, Erik shifted so he was next to you. His hand reached to grab yours. "I'm really happy you came today, Y/N. I hope I get more chances to spend time with you."

You turned to him and smirked to hide your internal swooning. "You are definitely smooth. I'll give you that. No wonder all those girls fawn over you."

Erik pulled back to rub his hands over his face. "Stop saying that shit Y/N! You've been taking little jabs at me all night and it's annoying! Why do you keep shutting me down every time I try to talk to you?"

"Because I refuse to be another one of your hoes who pines away for you while you're on to the next set of open legs! I'm not that kind of girl and I'm not interested in a one night stand with you!" You sneered. 

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! You've been calling me a hoe all night! Where are you getting that shit from!" He raised his voice slightly. 

You scoffed. “Practically every girl on campus. 'Erik's the best I ever had' 'Erik ruined me for other guys' 'Erik turned me out'. It seems like you've fucked everyone on campus but me. Is that why you're so fixated on me now? Because I'm the one pussy you haven't fucked yet?"

Erik's hand shot out and landed on the top of the bench, the loud sound made you jump. He leaned in closer to you, his mouth in a snarl.

"They're all fucking lying! I havent fucked any girl on campus because I've been checking for YOU!" 

Your eyes started to water. How dare he try to play you for some fool. "You must think I'm stupid. Am I a joke to you? You really expect me to believe that?" You tried to hide the break in your voice and the tears threatening to spill, but you were a terrible actress and your face was far too expressive. You looked away to stare at the lights and people down below. You needed a second to get your guard back up.

He frowned, "Yes! I'm not a liar Y/N. I've told you nothing but the truth since I met you. I had no intentions of getting with anyone when I started school, because I wanted to put all of my attention on basketball. I didn't want any girls distracting me from that. I only went to parties because someone had to drive my drunk ass teammates back home. But that changed when I saw you at one of my games freshman year. I didn't know you yet, but you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I've been checking for you ever since, trying to get your attention, trying to get to know you."

You knew you were gaping, but you couldn't help it. "I don't understand. Why would all of those girls lie?"

He scoffed, "Because I turned down so many of them, they were probably embarrassed so they tried to get clout by saying they had sex with me. I heard a few rumours, but I didn't pay it any mind because I knew they were all lies."

You paused, "So all the play flirting?"

Erik kisses his teeth and leaned back, spreading his legs out so his thigh rested against yours. "Wasn't playing at all. I like you Y/N. I've been trying to get you to give me the time of day for over a year. I want to date you, get to know you."

Suddenly all of the things that didn't make sense earlier pieced together. Erik paying for your food, his concern when you almost fell, all of the little pet names he calls you. It all added up and the realization hit you in the gut. 

"I've been horrible to you. You must hate me." You covered your face in your hands. Erik scooted closer to you and pried them away. "I don't hate you at all. Now that I understand where your head is I get why you acted like that. But that's not me, beautiful. I'm not that guy. Everything I've shown you has been genuine."

You nodded, "I know. I see it now."

He smiled and grabbed your hands, "I really like you Y/N. You're smart, and funny, and beautiful, and everything else I want. I want to make you mine, if you'll let me?"

You nodded. "I like you too, Erik. Way more than I wanted to admit."

He smiled brightly and grabbed your face. You closed your eyes as he got closer and tilted his head. You could feel his breath on your lips as he closed in, you could smell his cologne and the crisp night air. When his lips made contact you sighed and leaned into him, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. Your lips moved together like they were already familiar with each other, perfectly in sync. Way too soon, Erik pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y/N, will you be my girl?"

You smirked, "Ok, but first kiss me."

He grinned, "As you wish."

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Sugar Babe Texts - Chapter 2

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What we came up with is to create a text conversation between Reader and Erik in between every chapter. They won’t have any spoilers for the upcoming chapter, they’ll just play off of what happened in the chapter before. This should be a fun way for us all to build a little Sugar Babe community. We hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 2 

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Sugar Babe Text Convo #2

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What's Your Name?

Synopsis: You forgot to change your name at work after you got married. Sam will make sure you never forget again.

Word Count : 2,079

Warnings: smut, cursing

You walked into your home, extremely tired from your long day at work. Your feet hurt from wearing the pumps you knew not to wear, but you had important meetings all day. And you were hungry from skipping lunch, but you had to work through it or you would have gotten nowhere in the endless amount of paperwork your assistant kept handing you from the other directors.

You glanced at the briefcase you held in your right hand and sighed. You should have stayed at the office to finish your work up, but you couldn’t stand the idea of spending another night away from your husband. Especially when he just told you that he got another job out in Atlanta for a new movie he was filming. He was leaving to start filming in a week. You missed Sam way too much when he left for work, but you knew he loved what he did. And he always flew you out whenever he had to be away for long periods of time.

You thought of the nights when you traveled to meet Sam in another city. He’d have you covered in hickies and have you limping the entire visit. You felt so embarrassed when you went out to meet his costars like that and you loved it. You decided to change your clothes before you got to work in the home office, especially since the thoughts of your husband effectively ruined your panties. You loved your husband, the two of you just married about six months ago and it felt like the honeymoon phase was never-ending. Your husband was kind, sweet, supportive, and demanding, and you loved him the way he was. He was very no-nonsense when it came to you, he wanted to ensure that you were always taken care of, just like you took care of him.

When the two of you got married he wanted the world to know who you belonged to and what your new name was. Your voice was hoarse the day after your wedding from screaming Mrs. Wilson over and over again while riding him. Yup. You definitely needed to change your panties.

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You poured over the work in front of you. Piles and piles of paperwork were stacked up in front of you. You heard your husband enter your home. His keys jingling in his hands.

“Babe, I’m home.” Sam shouted into the home.

“Okay. I’m in the office.” You responded, your body overly sensitive just knowing your husband was home. You felt a happy vibration soar through you. You wanted to jump up and attack his soft beard and high cheekbones with kisses. But you couldn’t afford any breaks. You needed to get the work done and focus on signing the paperwork, going over reports, and emailing the correct people. It didn’t matter how good your man looked coming in all sweaty from the gym after working out with his trainer.

And damn did he look good.

Sam stood in the doorway watching you work hard. The multitasking you were capable of always turned him on. He licked his lips as he thought of giving you head while you continued to work hard.

“What are you working on today?” Sam approached you slowly, he knew you needed to work but he also knew that he missed you like crazy. And being the newlyweds that you were, he never planned on getting out of the honeymoon phase.

“The new merger. They put me in charge of overseeing the merger of the new company. But I found out today that they plan on firing my assistant, whom I love. They just don’t understand what all Angelique does. She has so much work on her plate that she needs an assistant herself. I threatened to not do the new merger if they fired her, and they told me to hire another assistant to help Angelique and complete the merger paperwork. So I have to find a new assistant on Tuesday. Babe. It's Thursday, I’m so exhausted.”

“You already know my solution.”Sam started the age-old conversation that always turned into a heated argument and from there passionate sex. Which may be his end goal after all.

“Do not start that shit again Wilson. I’m too tired to have this argument with you today. I’m not quitting my job until we are with child. And as much as you tried last week. I checked this morning, I’m still not pregnant.” Your voice was firm, you couldn’t focus on him and your work. As much as Sam praised you for being the best multitasker he knows, he’s a distraction you can’t work around. No matter how hard you tried.

“Alright. It’s just I hate seeing you overwhelmed like this. Especially knowing I can provide for you. And I know! I know.” He uttered before you could cut him off. “I know you can provide for yourself. I’m your husband. I just really like the idea of taking care of you.” Sam smiled and took another step towards you. His eyes caught sight of the truly insurmountable papers on your desk.

A few of the papers held his attention. “Babe?” Sam picked up the piece of paper, staring at it curiously.

You glanced at him annoyance and confusion etched onto your face. “What Sam?”

Sam stared at the paper then bit his bottom lip. He debated saying anything wanting to avoid sounding like a chauvinist. But you knew the type of man he was when you married him.

“Stop biting your lip before I bite it for you.” You joked looking at your husband’s face. The smile falling off your face, you realized immediately that was the wrong thing to say at the moment. Sam bent down, bracing his hands on the armrests of your chair, his lips less than an inch away from yours. He gently placed a few of your papers in your lap. You eyed them warily.

“What’s this about?” Sam’s voice was hard and unmoving. You looked at the line he was pointing at.

“It’s my nam-” You cut yourself off. You realized the mistake that you made. You’d yet to change your name at work. Mainly because the certification that you held required so much work to get your name changed there. But once you did the work to change your maiden name your job would readily change your paperwork for you. But because of legal reasons they could not change your name on the paperwork until the certification commission changed your name.

“Shit Sam, I forgot.” You responded quietly. Sam made it clear that he loved you having his last name and he wanted everyone else to know that he was the one that got you. That you agreed to marry him and take on his name, you were the one he chose to help carry on his name. “I have to call the people and fax over the government papers stating that my name has changed.” You gently scratched at his beard. “I’m sorry baby. It really slipped my mind.

“You forgot?” He asked incredulously. His face scrunched up in confusion. “You forgot what your name was? What it has been for the past 6 months. What it was going to be for the past 2 and a half years?” Sam hadn’t moved an inch from his bent position. His eyes staring unflinchingly into yours. A smile broke out across his face.

“Cool.”

“Cool?” You smiled nervously, your eyes searched his for confirmation that everything was okay.

“Yeah… cool.”

You eyed Sam warily, he never seemed like the type of person to let this go so casually. He always said he was a traditional man, you knew it was a stretch that you still worked.

“Come on.” He stood up and held a hand out to you.

“Where are we going?” You grabbed his hand and allowed him to hoist you up into his arms. His hands tightly grasping at your ass, his strength easily allowing you to be hoisted into the air.

“To remind you what your name is.” Sam pressed your clit against his erection as he made his way to the bedroom. Your eyes flashed wide open in surprise. Your mind flooded with memories of what happened the last time Sam wanted you to know your name. You began to wiggle in Sam’s arms.

“Hold on!” You tried to get out of his hold before he was able to shut the bedroom door. But it was too late. “Wait Sam. I’ll do it on Monday I promise.” You cooed, you gave him puppy dog eyes. Anything to get out of the multiple orgasm session Sam looked to be promising.

“Nah, I think you need a reminder today.” Sam threw you on the bed and took off his shirt. The sight before you menacing and arousing at the same time. “Take it off.” He smiled at you, his head nodding toward his shirt that you wore as pajamas. You hesitated, trying to come up with any reason why you shouldn’t take off your shirt right now.

“I still have work to do before tomorrow babe. Let me finish that up first and then we can play.”

Sam shook his head. “Now.”

You huffed and took off your shirt, you nipples already hard in response to his aggression.

Sam bent down over you, his eyes tracing every bit of your curves. His hands following the contours of your body. He placed soft kisses on your breast causing them to arch further into his lips. His hands readily dip into your panties. His fingers quickly find your clit and begin to rub in a stimulating pattern. Sam smiles down at you as he notices how wet you are, how responsive your body is to him.

You whimper and look away the same moment Sam inserts a finger into your depths, you cry out at the intrusion. Sam slowly starts to pump his index and middle finger into your heat. He kisses you sloppily on your neck, your arms quickly wrap around your body. You moan and lean into him. You feel yourself start to build into something as he continues to slowly torture you.

Your climax approaches soon. You grip his shoulders tightly as he finger fucks you through your rise.

“Fuck Sam.” You whimper against his shoulder. Sam removes his shorts after you come down from your high. His dick thick and hard, the tip already weeping with precum. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. The sweetness that he shows you at the beginning of sex always fooling you into thinking you might get off easy.

You sighed into his shoulder as his first thrust started to build another orgasm within you. You shudder in response to the soft kiss he places in your neck. He then leans up and braces himself on his elbows, his thrust becoming deeper, sharper, rougher. You barely have time to catch your breath as Sam really begins to fuck you harshly. His eyes never leave yours as you start to pant, you move your hips in time with his.

“What’s your name?” Sam asks as he watches the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. He knows you can barely speak at times like this, he was doing this on purpose. You struggled to look into his eyes at this moment. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw how intensely he was looking at you. His thrust never slowed, every pump hitting that spot that only he knew of.

“I asked you a question baby girl.” He licked your jaw lightly. The sensation causing you to tighten around him, only sending the two of you closer to climax. You opened your mouth to respond, only to stutter over your words when he rolled his hips into yours his fingers sliding down to rub your clit.

“Nonono ffair.” You moaned out. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“I can’t hear you.” Sam smiled a loving smile as he watched you cum on his dick. Your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your pussy tightening around him as you shook in his arms. A tear escaped as you felt Sam still gently thrusting inside of you.

“Mrs. Sam Wilson.” You say quietly as you rest your head on his hand.

“Good now let’s hear you scream it.” Sam started up his rough thrusts again.

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What Would You Do?

You knew when you fell in love you’d fall hard. You have always been that person, with a heart too soft, and skin too thin. You were the type of hopeless romantic that books loved to showcase. You wanted perfection in a relationship and a partner and honestly for a while you didn’t believe that you would find it. 

But somehow you did.

You found it in him. Erik Stevens. This was the man that stole your heart and he was very selfish with it. He was very sweet to you, even when he was kind of an asshole to everyone else, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Erik was good to you. He was a loyal man that loved to take care of you and he made it very obvious that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. The amount of times he talked about your future together made that very obvious. 

He was undeniably intelligent, he had a plan for his life and he was out to get it and he wanted you to be down for the ride. 

“My rider baby. Together forever.” He’d always sing to you on those late night car rides. You’d smile, heat creeping into your cheeks as he pressed his lips into the back of your hand. 

Erik took care of you mentally and physically. There were days when all he wanted was to eat you out until you melted in his grip. He struggled to keep his hands off of you. PDA was something you had to adjust to being with him. And he made sure that adjustment period was all practice. 

So it boggled your mind when he disappeared for three months effectively breaking your heart. You cried for days, weeks. You loved him and he left you with a fucking fairy tale of a note. “Explaining” where he was supposedly going. Wakanda. Talking about being a long lost prince that was going to demand his rightful place next to his royal cousins. 

He mentioned that he wanted to kill them at first, but when he fell in love with you, he knew that he had to find another way to help his people. You call bullshit. Nevermind the fact that he’s been lying to you the entire time. He really thought he’d be able to explain away his sudden absence and everything would be perfectly fine between you two! As if you didn’t deserve to know any of this before he left you. 

You didn’t believe a thing the note said until you awoke one night. Fear crept up your spine the second you realized you were not alone in your bed. You noticed Erik sitting in bed next to you, a smile on his face as he watched you awake slowly. The same smile that used to make your heart skip a beat.

You go to rub your face when a glint catches your eyes and you see the engagement ring of your dreams placed delicately on your ring finger. 

A big smile spread across his face. He stared at you with admiration and longing. As if he wasn’t the one who left you to pick up the pieces of your tattered heart.

“You like it?” He asked with hopeful eyes. 

You couldn’t figure out how to respond. 

Do you….

1. Choke the fuck out of your ex boyfriend, fiancé, dumbass?

2. Ask to see his “crown” 

3. Throw the ring in his face

4. Other...

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Focus

Synopsis: You just wanted Sam to focus on you more. You didn't think your plan would backfire this badly.

Word Count: 1,361

Warnings: smut,cursing

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You knew you could be a little selfish, and you were working on it! With that said, nothing drove you crazier than when your boyfriend didn't pay you enough attention. Sam was a very charming, friendly person, and you loved that about him. It's what attracted you to him in the first place. But that meant that he had a lot of friends and a lot of people who took up his time during the day. This was especially true at parties. Once you both walked in the door Sam scattered to greet everyone and catch up. 

You were nowhere near as social as he was, so this always left you a bit miffed, especially if you only went to the party because he asked you to. Which brings you to tonight. Sam begged you to come with him to his friend’s party and as soon as the two of you walked in the door Sam was pulled away for a game of beer pong and you were left to your own devices, yet again. You didn't know anyone at this party, so you couldn't even pass the time talking to someone else. You scowled and made your way to the kitchen to fix a drink. There was no way you were going to make it through this party sober. You poured yourself a full cup of Hennessey and juice and made your way to the sofa. You perched on the arm and sipped away at your drink, scrolling through Instagram to pass the time. The longer you sat there, the more annoyed you got. Why did Sam even bring you to this party if he was just going to ignore you? Who the fuck does he think he is? You are too damn fine to be sitting at a party by yourself!

You got back up to make another drink, you’d lost count of how many you’d had at this point, you just knew you hadn’t seen Sam for almost an hour. Your irritation was at an all time high, and you were more than ready to leave, but Sam drove, so you were stuck there. 

Halfway to the kitchen you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned around, expecting to see Sam, and you were a bit disappointed that it was some random guy. He was attractive, but he had nothing on Sam. You raised an eyebrow expectantly, gesturing to your wrist that was still in his grip. 

He let go like your hand burned him. "My fault, I just wanted to talk to you. You look like you don't want to be here."

You shrugged, "I don't really know anybody here, my boyfriend disappeared somewhere."

The man smirked and moved slightly closer, "Well now you know me. I'm M'Baku, what's your name, beautiful?" 

"Y/N."

"You are too fine to be left alone. Your man fucked up giving me an opportunity to approach you."

You just shrugged again. "Oh really?" You weren't that drunk. You had no intentions of stepping out on Sam, but you were going to bask in this attention for a minute.

M'Baku nodded, "Damn right. If you were mine you wouldn't leave my sight." He made a show of looking you up and down. There was a short pause before Focus by H.E.R came on. You always loved this song, and you were just drunk enough that your hips started moving unconsciously. Before you knew it you were full fledged grinding. M'Baku took full advantage of this opportunity and settled behind you to catch all the ass you were throwing. 

You started to go all out. Hopefully Sam would see you. That'll teach him a lesson about not paying you any attention. You could hear people in the crowd cheering you on and it just made you dance harder. 

You had just come up from a deep twerk when you felt a hand wrap around your neck. You tried to turn around but froze when you heard him speak.

"Oh so you think it's ok to disrespect me like that? Twerk on some random dude right in my face?"

Guess Sam finally saw you. His voice was like steel. You've never heard him so angry before, but you were drunk and really feeling yourself so you felt brave enough to challenge him.

"You're the one who left me alone this entire time. It's not my fault that someone else paid me attention." You straightened up and turned to face him. Just to let him know you were serious. If he was going to keep leaving you whenever you two went to parties then he can’t say shit when you find your own entertainment.

Sam laughed and his hand tightened around your throat. "Bet. I'll give you all the attention you want, Y/N."

He immediately picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, his hand resting on your ass. You squealed in surprise and frantically grabbed onto him to keep yourself balanced. You could feel people staring at you and you felt your face get hot in embarrassment. 

"What the fuck, Sam!"

He growled, "Watch your mouth! You're already on thin fucking ice Y/N. Talk to me crazy one more time and I'll spank that ass in front of all these people.."

And you believed him 100%. Sam was crazy as hell when he got mad. You immediately shut up and allowed him to carry you upstairs. He pulled open one of the bedrooms and locked the door behind you.

He pulled you down from his shoulder and roughly tossed you on the bed. You bounced so hard you almost fell off, and you glared at him as you righted yourself. 

He just smirked, "Got something to say Y/N?"

You were sure your glare could kill, but he was completely unfazed. "Tell me something, Sam. Why do you keep begging me to go to these parties if you're just going to ignore me the whole time?"

He frowned, "They're my friends, Y/N what do you expect me to do?"

"Focus on me! I'm your girlfriend!" You didn't mean to raise your voice, but your frustration got the best of you. You instantly regretted it.

Before you could apologize, Sam replied, "Alright then. You have my focus, baby." 

He moved closer to you and started kissing your face, your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, until he got down to your lips. He gave you a slow deep kiss, one that made your toes curl. He pushed you to lay on your back and deepened the kiss even more. You instinctively grabbed his face and moaned into his mouth. 

He took your invitation and moved so he was directly on top of you, your bodies touching from chest to feet. He hiked up one of your legs to wrap around his hips and settled between your thighs. You could feel his dick twitching in his pants. 

As amazing as it all felt, you had to breathe, so you turned your head and Sam wasted no time and immediately went to your neck. Your arms went around his shoulders and your nails were digging into his back. It was insane how quickly he could turn you on. 

You arched your back and cried out when he reached the space between your jaw and your neck. "Fuck! Sam!"

He grunted, "mhm, that feel good babe?"

You answered with your body. You pulled him even closer and started grinding up into his hips, trying to get some friction.

After several minutes of trying to find the perfect angle, and Sam teasing you to insanity, you were so damn frustrated you couldn't take it anymore. "Sam, fuck me please!"

He smirked, his eyes dancing with an inside joke. "No."

You froze in shock, "um, what? Why not?!"

"You wanted me to focus on you. I hope you don't have anywhere to be tomorrow because I'm going to tease and play with you all night long."

His mischievous grin made your stomach drop. It seems that your plan backfired. 

"Now come here Y/N. I have a few things I want to focus on next."

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Firsts: First Meeting

Synopsis: You and Steve meet for the first time

Word Count: 690

Warnings: none

It was the first day of your freshman year. You were so nervous and you were sure it showed all over your face. Belvedere University was your dream school. You worked your ass off to get in and you cried for a week when you got your acceptance letter. 

You had just walked out of your dorm building when you saw him. He was goofing off with his friends, playing football on the front lawn. You couldn't stop staring at him. He was EXACTLY your type: tall, muscular, and all american. You could hear him laughing, loud and carefree. It didn't stop even as his friend tackled him to the ground. You couldn't look away from him. Regardless of the fact that he was gorgeous, something about him screamed security. He was probably the type of guy to walk on the street side of the sidewalk and let girls wear his jacket if they were cold. The perfect gentleman. 

You were ripped out of your reverie when the football collided with your arm. Pain blasted through the area as you lost your balance and fell over in shock. The all american ran over, the panic on his face very clear despite how much distance was between them. He was surprisingly quick considering how big he was. 

"Drake, you moron! Oh my God I'm so sorry about my friend. Let me help you up." He reached out a hand and you looked up at him. You'd have to take back all of the jokes you made about rom-coms when couples had a meet-cute. You felt instant sparks when you took his hand. 

He gently pulled you up, checking you for any injuries. "Are you ok?" He held up a finger and moved it side to side. "Can you follow my finger? Do you feel sleepy?" He was cute when he was worried. 

You smiled, and followed his finger with your eyes. "No, I feel fine. My arm is probably going to bruise though." You flinched when he gingerly pressed on the injured area. 

He frowned, "Yeah it's definitely going to bruise. I really am sorry. We should have been paying more attention."

You shrugged. In hindsight you have no idea what possessed you to say what you did. You were usually a shy person by nature, but you felt comfortable enough to say, "Tell me your name and we're even."

Your rescuer answered immediately, a small smile fell on his lips "Steve Rogers." He extended his hand to you, "I think it's only fair that I know your name too." His smile was beautiful. It reminded you of the sun peaking through after a big thunderstorm, bright, pure in a way. 

You smiled and shook his hand, taking note of how well your hand and his fit together. "My name is Y/N." Even your names sounded good together. Steve and Y/N. Y/N and Steve.

Y/N Rogers.

You quickly shook that thought out of your head. Steve may be gorgeous and nice, but it was WAY too soon to start fantasizing about him in that way.

While you were thinking your insane thoughts Steve was sizing you up. You were super cute, exactly his type. You seemed young though, probably a freshman, but you had an air of sophistication he only saw in women much older. You had an old soul and he has always been attracted to that, considering he is an old soul as well. 

Fuck it. He was going to shoot his shot. He knew he'd regret it forever if he didnt. He knew deep down that you were different somehow and he wanted to figure out what this connection between you two was. It was now or never.

He looked down at you and you appeared to be deep in thought. He spoke softly, still nervous. "Y/N, do you want to get dinner or something sometime?"

Y/N looked up at him in shock. You weren't expecting him to be so upfront, but you were very happy that he did. You nodded and gave him the biggest smile. 

"I'd love to, Steve Rogers."

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Don’t Go

Synopsis: Bucky has to leave for another mission and you hate to see him leave. Angsty

You watched him pack, a simple white tank top adorned his broad shoulders. His muscles spanning across his back deliciously. His packing was meticulous and it drove you crazy. He took so long packing he could be spending every last moment with you.

You sat on the bed in one of his white T-shirts and one of your black cotton panties. You were trying your hardest to focus on the tv show in front of you but your eyes were always drawn to him. Your chest hurt in a way you didn't think possible, but it stung and brought tears to your eyes. How could this man that had no claim to you get you to love him so deeply.

But it was like this every time. Why couldn’t you just get over it. This was his job. He’s here to save the world, not be up under you all day. But when he left it was never easy and each time was harder than the last. You tried to not let it show how much it hurt to see him go. You tried not to let him see how happy he made you when he came home in all his tactical gear. So happy that you had to dry your tears on the back of your sleeves before he could see them. You weren’t sure how much of the act he believed. You were scared though. It seemed like each of the missions they sent him on he came back more roughed up than the last time.

Bucky wasn’t your boyfriend, though you desperately wanted him to be yours in every way.

“You don’t have to go.” You whisper looking at him, noticing how the back of his shoulders tense up. His body turns towards you as if he had forgotten you were there.

“What did you say?” His voice was rough and sharp. His eyes dark with confusion. You sat up on your knees crawling to the edge of the bed so you could reach him.

“I said you don’t have to go.”

“I don’t have to go? Or you don’t want me to go.” Bucky leaned his weight against the closet door frame, out of reach from you.

“Is it my place to say both?” You asked out loud more to yourself than to him.

He licked his lips as he stared at you taking in your scantily clad frame.

“I don’t leave until tomorrow.” He responded, pointedly not answering your question.

“I don’t want you to leave at all.” You huffed crossing your arms and sitting back on your hunches.

Bucky smirked watching you closely.

“Got a job to do babe. The world needs saving. You don’t need me.”

Your lip trembled holding in the truth. You looked away from him and sighed.

“It seems like you take every mission they give you. Like you don’t want to just stay here with me.” You sigh worry biting at you. You’ve never been this exposed with him before. “I just miss you sometimes that’s all I’m saying.” And I’m worried about you dying every time you’re more than ten feet from me. You kept the second part to yourself.

“Really? Is that so? You know you never share anything about yourself. Always hiding any possible emotion from me I could never guess how you were feeling.” His words were harsh but true, his unflinching tone made this no easier.

“It’s easier that way.” You shrugged and bit your lip.

“Easier for you.” He scoffed.

“Hey! It’s not like I know how you feel either!” You weren’t alone in this, you only shared what he shared.

“I don’t have to say anything. I show you how I feel. As soon as debriefing is done, I find you. You’re the only one I’ve trusted with my nightmares. You’re the only one who I trust with my arm. I tell you about my past. If you can’t even show me how you feel, why would I continue to tell you anything?” He stepped up to the bed, the anger now evident in his eyes.

You swallowed hard, gaining the courage to look up at him.

“What do you want me to do! I never meant to fall for you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” You shouted at him, your hands gently hitting his chest.

“Why not? Am I that terrible of a guy that you refused to fall in love with me?” His eyes held a pain you hadn’t seen before. You quickly grabbed his hand holding his palm to your face.

“No of course not. I just don’t want to get hurt. I’m scared that you will leave me. Whether you want me or not.” You murmur looking into his eyes.

“I would never hurt you. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I never wanted to hurt you. Seeing you in that much pain, I ached for you, a stranger. And I never want to leave you. I just have a job to do. But I can take less missions, if you want me around more.”

Your chest tightens from remembering the near death experience you had when you first met. You had blocked out most of the encounter, but the emotions were still very raw. You grip his hand tighter. He lets your hand go only to grip your waist pulling you flush against him. His lips find yours desperately. His mouth tells you everything that you need to know. His kisses quickly move to your neck leaving marks and bites in their wake. You moan gripping him tightly, scared to ever let go.

“You’re wrong.” You kiss him deeply. “I do need you.”

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Just The Two Of Us Chapter 3

Synopsis: You meet up with Erik to get an explanation.

Word count: 1,447

Warnings: none

Izzie paced back and forth in her dorm room. Ignoring Leona as she just walked into the living room. Lee watched her with amusement, a small smile on her face. Lee sat back on the couch and started eating her popcorn.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Lee asked, her head turning to watch Izzie continuously go back and forth.

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone today.” Izzie stopped to glance at Leona. Then she started up her walking again.

“At what time?” Leona asks, offering Izzie some popcorn. Izzie shakes her head and keeps walking.

“7.”

“That’s in like 5 minutes… shouldn’t you be getting ready.” Leona quirks a brow at Iysha. Iysha shrugs and sits next to her.

“It’s Erik,” Izzie mumbled.

“Erik who?” Lee watched Izzie as she picked up her phone and watched the time tick by. “Erik who Iz?” Lee asked again.

“The Erik. The same guy I was in love with freshman year after he left to join the army before I met Bucky and fell head over heels for a guy with a metal arm.” Izzie yelled frustrated.

“I thought he was dead. Didn’t you get some letter saying he dropped off the grid and was presumed dead.” Lee was now completely intrigued.

“I did! But he’s not and now he wants to meet and explain what happened.” Izzie put her head in her hands and shook slightly.

“So?” Lee shrugged. Go meet him. I don’t see what the big deal is. Wasn’t he like your best friend? What’s wrong with catching up?” Lee reasoned with Izzie.

“The big deal is that I was in love with my best friend. The even bigger deal is that I might still be in love with him.” Izzie responded, her heart hurt as she thought of Bucky and how he might feel hearing those words come out of her mouth.

“Oh,” Lee says.

“Yeah big fucking OH.” Izzie stands up to start pacing again. “Don’t get me wrong I love Bucky. I’m in love with Bucky at 100%. He is who I want to spend the rest of my life with. But seeing Erik yesterday made me realize that I might love him too. I… I..” Izzie faded off looking at her phone again.

“I say you go see him. Tell him how you feel and that you have a boyfriend now. Tell him that you want to still have him in your life as a friend and go from there. You're making assumptions right now and you don’t know how anything will go. You won’t know until you talk to him. If anything you deserve an explanation.” 

Izzie nodded her head in agreeance. “You’re right I do deserve an explanation.” Izzie grabbed her coat from the hook and her keys and wallet. “I’ll let you know what happens.” Izzie all but ran out of the dorm room.

**********

Izzie makes it to the cafe at 7:45 pm her heart pounding from the race there and the anticipation of seeing him again. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as they always did when she saw his face, Bucky’s too.

Erik’s sad face and frown contorted into a big smile when he saw Izzie. He stood up as she made her way toward him. He opened his arms for a hug, Izzie frowned and shook her head.

“I just came for the explanation Erik. Nothing more nothing less.” Izzie sits down quietly in front of where Erik was just sitting.

“Okay. That’s okay. I’m just happy you came. I was getting a bit worried.” Erik chuckled and shyly glanced up at Izzie. His nervousness was new to her. Erik always used to be the most confident guy around, especially whenever Izzie was with him.

“Yeah okay Erik, I’m here now. Can you just explain why you had your commanding officers send me a letter saying that you were dead when you’re clearly not?”

“Okay.” Erik cocks his head. “Well for one… It wasn’t my commanding officers that sent that letter. As far as they know I am actually dead. It was my cousin… T’Challa. You remember him?”

Izzie nods, confusion etched on her face. “I thought… I mean… Did you find him? You were able to get to Wakanda?”

Erik nodded a small content smile on his face.

“I was able to locate my family. It took some fighting and a few family squabbles but we hashed everything out and made it work in the end. I am now Prince Njdaka Udaku advisor to King T’Challa Udaku, and occasional lab rat for Princess Shuri Udaku.” He grimaced at the last one.  

She smiled softly, “That’s great, Erik. I’m glad you found a solution you’re happy with.” Izzie was genuinely happy for him too. She knew how heavy his family history weighed on him, so she was happy to hear that he managed to find a way to fix it. That certainly didn’t fix the issues he caused between the two of them though.

"That doesn't answer my question though. Why did you make me think you were dead?"

Erik sighed, "I joined a black ops organization to get Intel on Wakanda. I wanted to get revenge for Pops."

She nodded, hesitating slightly before she spoke again, "What kind of revenge? Why would you have to join black ops?"

Erik looked into her eyes, his expression full of the same sadness from before. "I was going to kill T'challa. His dad killed Pops, so I planned on returning the favor."

Izzie shook her head, "Erik, no. That wouldn't have solved anything. That wouldn't take the pain away."

He nodded. "Yeah. I learned that the hard way. I almost killed my cousin, twice, to punish him for a crime his father committed. It took me a long time to see it, but T'challa is nothing like his father."

He paused for a bit before continuing. "To answer your question T'Challa helped me fake my death so I wouldn't be punished for treason. I abandoned the military after all."

Izzie frowned, "And you couldn't trust me not to tell anyone?" She couldn't hide the hurt in her voice. "I would have never betrayed you like that!"

Erik raised his hands, palms exposed. "I know, Butter, believe me. I argued with T'challa and Shuri for weeks about it. I didn't want to lie to you. But they said that the military would check into everyone connected to me and I couldn't put you in danger like that. If they found out that you knew anything about my whereabouts they would have taken you, or worse. You don’t know the kind of shit that I got wrapped into with them. The shit that I know about them. I couldn't take that chance."

Izzie nodded reluctantly. "I understand. I wish you would have trusted me though. You have no idea what I went through when I found out you died. I was a wreck for months Erik!" She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. Those were the darkest times of her life. She almost didn't make it through. And all of it was a lie.

Erik reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Butter, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I swear to you I only did it to protect you. I know you're angry with me, and I understand, but I love you and I will do whatever I need to do to fix it. Just give me a chance and I will make it my life's work to make you happy."

Izzie shook her head, "It's not that simple Erik." His eyes widened as she spoke, desperation and resolve clear in his expression.

"What's the problem Izzie? I love you, and I know you love me too. Together forever, that's what we said."

The tears in her eyes fell over. "I thought you were dead Erik! Dead! I have a boyfriend, I love him. We can't pick up where we left off."

"A boyfriend huh?" Erik sat back calmly in his seat. 

Izzie nodded. "Yes. Like I said I came here for an explanation and closure. Nothing more, nothing less."

She moved to stand up and Erik gently grabbed her hand.

"That's fine, Butter, I'll win you back. We're meant to be, and I'll do whatever you need to make you see it again."

Izzie wrenched her hand away and gathered her things. Erik sat still, but there was a smirk forming on his face. The same smirk that sent butterflies to her stomach, that still made her weak in the knees. 

"Have fun with your distraction, Butter. I'll be right here when you're ready."

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Just the Two of Us - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Izzie's finishing her senior year of college. The end is on the horizon. Her life is great with an amazing boyfriend and the world's greatest friend. Izzie feels like she can accomplish anything.

What happens though when someone from her past comes back into her life.

Warnings: mild smut

Word Count: 2,444

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Prologue

Do you remember how old you were when love hurt you for the first time?

Not just a slight tumble on the schoolhouse playground, love will never leave just a scratch or a bruise.

No love is painful. Like a gunshot wound to the chest, like failing at everything you touch. Like seeing true happiness only to know that it’ll be ripped away from you, never to be experienced again. 

Love is different for everybody. But the one thing that everyone has in common with love, is how far it can pull you down. Love can suck you up and suck you dry. 

And you’ll let it. We all go so deep for love. The only way to feel that level of emotion is to either experience it with your whole body or not at all. 

But to be in love you must be sure. True love is not a half-assed attempt. When you can’t decide, when you can’t figure out what love is best for you, people get hurt. You hurt the people you love the most. And there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Love isn’t easy. But...

It’s always worth it.

Chapter 1

Senior year was kicking Iysha’s ass. She was only taking four classes for the fall semester, but each class required huge time-consuming projects. Not to mention working part-time, maintaining a social life, and spending time with her family. Iysha felt like she couldn’t breathe, and with it being her first semester without her boyfriend Bucky on campus going through it with her, she felt completely alone. 

But she was sure that Bucky felt the same way too. With his new job at Stark Industries and a demanding boss like Tony. Iysha knew that Bucky was just as stressed as she was. Which is why she had something planned for him right after she got out of her Business Ethics class. Switching between listening to her professor discuss moral issues in business and writing out a grocery list of all the things she needed to pick up from the store before going home, she felt herself becoming giddy from getting to see her boyfriend again.

With all the stress of the new semester. Izzie hadn’t been able to spend time with Bucky for about three weeks. Of course he called her every night and helped her study over facetime, but Izzie could tell that Bucky was getting a little irritated from their lack of time together. And Izzie missed him so much that the thought of another night without him might just her crazy.

A deep sound of relief left Izzy’s throat when her professor wrapped up the lecture early after getting a call from one of her children. Izzy quickly packed up her notes and purse and made her way out of the classroom. Dodging and weaving her way through the quad, she waved hello to the few people she knew on campus. She made it to her dorm room and practically ran into her room. Ignoring her roommate and first college friend, Leona, who was sitting at the table.

“Wow, Izz, you just walked by and can’t even speak?” Leona said walking into Izzie’s room. Leona watched Izzie buzz around her room picking up different items and clothes stuffing it into her overnight bag.

Izzie glances up to look at Leona. A smile spreads across her face. She quickly moves to give her friend a good long hug. 

“Sorry Lee, I’m a girl on a mission. I wanna go see Bucky tonight, and I have a lot to do before he makes it home tonight. Gonna make him that meatloaf he loves.” Izzie smiled and went back to packing. 

“Uhh, What does this have to do with meatloaf,” Leona smirked as she held up Izzie’s forest green Savage Fenty lingerie set that she pulled from Izzie’s overnight bag. 

Izzie felt the tip of her ears burn in embarrassment, leaning over the bed to snatch the outfit away from her laughing friend. 

“Stop. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him okay. I figured he would like a surprise. Besides, aren’t you the one who constantly reminds me that Bucky is a man that needs to be pleased?”

“I’m not shaming you, honey, I say go for it. Because as soon as you leave here, I’m inviting Thor over for the time of his life. The last time we met up he had me weak for days.” Leona moved her hips in a sensual manner. Izzie threw one of her stuffed animals at Leona. 

“Gross can you not talk about your sexcapades!” Izzie squealed. 

“Izz please don’t act all holy saint on me. Like I didn’t hear you and Bucky together constantly last semester. Almost every time I came home, all I’d hear was your high pitched moans and his grunts.” 

A blind man could see the embarrassment on Izzy's face.

“Shit Lee, I didn’t know you heard us! Why didn’t you say anything? I would have stopped if I knew you would be coming home on those days. I always thought you were with Thor.”

“It’s cool Izzie because I know you did the same thing for me when you came home to me and Thor on the couch that one time.” Leona burst into laughter as she watched Izzie’s face fall. 

“Why did you have to bring that up! I had finally scrubbed my mind clean of that!” Izzie buried her face into the sleeves of her hoodie and scratched at her eyes. Lee rolled her eyes in response.

“All I’m saying is that you act so innocent but whenever Bucky is around he makes that act fly right out the window.”

“Whatever Lee, I’m gonna finish packing. I need to stop by the grocery store before he makes it home, so I’m kind of in a rush.” Izzie went back to packing.

“Don’t mind me. And don’t complain to me either when you're sore on Monday.” Lee smirked and got up to saunter out of the room. Izzie responded by sticking her tongue out at her.

“Save it for Bucky. We all know it has been a while.” Lee ducked out of the room quickly as the pillow Izzie threw at her just barely missed her head. Izzie could hear Leona’s laughter as she walked away.

A short ride to the grocery store, and a meal prep later, Izzie could hear Bucky’s keys jingling in the doorway. Izzie ran to attack her man with kisses as soon as he stepped through the door. Bucky dropped all his stuff to catch his girlfriend's hips and wrapped her thick legs around his waist.

Bucky kissed her back even though he was surprised to see her. He felt Izzie melt into his embrace and knew then that her month had been just as long as his. He missed her so much over the past couple of weeks and he made plans to take her on a surprise trip the following weekend. He’d booked a cabin for the two of them up in the mountains. Izzie loved to go to the cabins around this time of year because of the leaves falling and changing colors. And Bucky did whatever he could to keep his girl happy.

“I missed you, love.” Bucky whispered into his girlfriend’s ear as he walked the two of them into the kitchen. He placed her gently on the counter and stood between her legs, softly rubbing the outer part of her shorts. He glanced down to take in the outfit that she wore which consisted of one of his T-shirts that she used to sleep in whenever she came over, and a pair of extremely short shorts.

Bucky groaned inwardly. It had been too long since they’d seen each other in person. Never again would he allow this to happen. Sure they were adjusting to him working fulltime and being out of college. But they could adjust together, besides Bucky knew he wanted Izzie in his life more often than just when they could catch up.

“I missed you too, Mr. Buchanan,” Izzie smirked and played with his hair.

“You’re playing with me. After a month, do you really think that’s a great idea?” Bucky pressed his lips into the side of her jaw.

“Mmmhm maybe not but,” Izzie gasped when Bucky nipped at her spot. “You know I can’t resist you when you let your hair grow out. Besides,” She gently pushed him back so she could jump down from the counter. “I’m making your favorite. So the real fun can wait a bit I think.” Izzie walked around to the oven which she had preheated and slid in the potatoes and meatloaf that she had prepared. 

“Mhmm, it could.” Bucky’s mouth watered at the idea of Izzie’s homemade meatloaf, but it also watered when she bent over to put the food in the oven. Izzie turned around to start cutting the vegetables and Bucky approached her from the back, trapping her against the counter. Izzie smiled and looked back to kiss Bucky. He quickly asserted his dominance through the kiss and made sure she could feel him. “Then again your meatloaf takes about 30 minutes to cook. So that’s about…” Bucky pretended to count using his fingers, his package still pressed against her. “That’s about 3-4 orgasms if my tongue I mean calculations are correct.”

“They are not correct!” Izzie squealed as Bucky picked her up and put her on another part of the kitchen counter. “Do you not remember the last time you did this, the food burned!” Izzie huffed, she knew there was no real way to reason with Bucky when he got like this because she was the same way.

“Yeah, that’s because it was your mom’s leftover lasagna. I hate her lasagna. I love your meatloaf babe. No way I’d let that burn.” Bucky made quick work of removing your shorts and the thong you wore underneath.

Izzie giggled as he placed a series of kisses up and down her thigh. She gently pushed at his head.

“Hey! My mama's lasagna is good.” Izzie sighed as Bucky placed three gently kisses on her clit.

“Not when she keeps forgetting key ingredients like ricotta, or the one time when she forgot the cheese!” Bucky’s finger came into play as Izzie grew wetter on the counter. “Now that the negotiation talks are over, lay back love, I’m gonna eat you now.” Bucky shot Izzie the slyest smirk right before he got to work.

“You really do like my meatloaf.” Izzie watched Bucky eat with fervor. Almost as passionately as he had just eaten her pussy only moments before.  

“I really do like your meatloaf babe.” Bucky shot Izzie a wink from across the table. His mouth is full of moist potatoes and seasoned broccoli. “How’s school going?” He asked, he knew that was the main reason Izzie hadn’t been able to spend any time with him. 

“It seems to be slowing down, or I have finally gotten adjusted. Either way, it doesn’t matter because studying for midterms starts up in two weeks and I’ll be a hermit once again.” Bucky shot her a puppy dog look. “Not from you babe. I can’t ever go this long again without seeing your cheeks stuffed full like this.” Izzie giggled as she poked Bucky’s puffed out cheek that was full of food.

“Agreed babe. I love seeing your mouth stuffed too.” Bucky smiled cheekily at Izzie, the innuendo sending a vibe straight down her core.

“Can you not.” Izzie’s high pitched voice waned as she shifted in her seat. She stuck her fork in a piece of broccoli and shoved it in her mouth as she tried to think of anything else other than her mouth being full of him. 

Bucky leaned over and pulled her chair close to his. 

“You know I’m just messing with you, babe. I missed you so much. I planned a getaway for next weekend. I was going to surprise you. But it looks like you did it first.”

“A trip? Where?” Izzie worked hard to contain her excitement, she loved when Bucky planned trips for the two of them. 

“Up to the mountains. I got us that cabin you wanted to rent the last time we went up there.” Izzie jumped out of her seat and into Bucky’s lap peppering his face kisses.

“Buck. You’re the best.” Izzie slid to the floor in front of him, her hands on his belt. “You always know how to make me the happiest girl. Let me show you how happy you make me.”

The music in Bucky’s favorite bar was loud. Bucky’s arm wrapped around Izzie tightly, bringing her into his lap as he sat at a stool at the bar. Izzie happily accepted his warmth and the drink he ordered for her. She occasionally leaned back to talk to Lee who was sitting cozily next to Thor. 

“Thanks for coming out with me babe. Last night was fun, but it’s also nice to show the world how cute my girlfriend is.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“No problem, besides you promised me you would help with my homework if I came out with you today. And there was no way I could pass that up.” She smiled and flicked Bucky’s nose.

Bucky got Izzie’s hand and took a fake chomp out of it. Izzie giggled and pulled back bumping into the person behind her. Izzie turned to apologize but her words caught in her throat, the man flashed a soft smile and stepped away from the two of them quickly disappearing into the crowd. Izzie's heartbeat shot out of her chest. 

“Babe, did you see that?” Izzie looked at Bucky who was in a heated football conversation with Thor. Bucky’s hand gently rubbed at the sides of her hips.

“See what babe?” Bucky looked down into Izzie’s eyes, concern etching into his face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a second.” Izzie pressed a soft kiss to Bucky’s lips and made her way to the bathroom.

Izzie splashed her face with water to calm herself. A few moments to collect herself was all she needed. She stepped out of the bathroom and started to make her way back to Bucky when a hand gripped her wrist.

Izzie turned to the person who stopped her. When she saw who it was she couldn’t breathe. Her heart stopped.

“Erik?” His smile stretched broadly across his perfect white teeth. His smooth brown skin as radiant as ever.

“Hey princess. Long time no see”

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