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His for the Night

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just what he liked to hear.

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

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

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

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens X Black!Reader

Warning: angst, language, foreplay.

Length: 3.7k

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

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

Two weeks later, his number was disconnected. 

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

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

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

“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?”

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The chaos this has 😭 this young man has boundary ISSUES. And after 7 years this is what we get? Call the church mother bc somebody needs to pray over this!

Also, somebody help Lance. He’s about to get dumped unceremoniously 🥴

DUMPED? 

Some of y’all don’t clap for others. That’s why it’ll never be your turn.

ITS ABOUT TO GET REAL SUCCESSFUL ROUND HERE