"I'm trying to find a home in all these other different niggas. If only you loved me right Erik, we both would be so happy and satisfied. So now, because of you, we will always have to settle for people that will never be enough for us."



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"I'm trying to find a home in all these other different niggas. If only you loved me right Erik, we both would be so happy and satisfied. So now, because of you, we will always have to settle for people that will never be enough for us."

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Sugar Babe Chapter 4
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Masterlist:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Texts
Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Texts
Word Count: 3,018
Synopsis: Things are spicing up with our favorite duo
Warnings: slight smut
Luxury.
Never before have you been introduced to such nice things. Even when you travelled with Erik before for smaller trips, the hotels were nice but they werenât this nice. Hell most of the time you had to get in a smelly ass taxi to get to the hotel.Â
But not here, here the two of you were picked up in the nicest car youâve seen on the road and taken to the nicest hotel youâve seen in your life. You felt like Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday, and you had to try your hardest not to gawk at the beautiful ceilings. You clenched your jaw to keep from gasping at the stunning interior decor that the hotel had.Â
The wife of Erik Stevens could not gawk at some really nice ceramic tiles. She had to act like sheâd seen it ten times before!
Spoiled Brat
I. Have. Never written something as nasty as this. Iâm so proud of myself, but at the same time, I gotta go say 10 Hail Marys. The reader is black.
Description:
Nâjadaka gets a little fed up with your attitude and tbh bitch, your ass shoulda known better than to be a whole ass brat. Punishment ensues.
(So many warnings man, Filth, Impregnation kink, Choking, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Lots of crying, Brat Taming tbh, Spanking if you squint, Humiliation, Punishment, Squirting, Daddy kink, MeanDaddy!Nâjadaka, BrattySub!Reader, Black!reader, Iâm going to hell, see yâall there.)
Nâjadaka had been patient.
When he woke up this morning, you hadnât been next to him. Matter fact, you werenât even home. For some strange reason, without letting him know, youâd taken an early shift at work without letting him know before hand, leaving him worried as hell.
When you came home later on that afternoon, you hadnât said a word of apology to him, but he made sure his body language showed that he was upset. Being the forgiving guy he was (yeah right), he gave up on the body language shit and started acting like normal.
The straw that broke the camels back though was when you were both watching a movie that evening. Your phone kept going off and whoever was texting you seemed to be funny as fuck cus theyâd have you cheesing every time you picked up the device. Erik couldnât help but be irritated, but once again, he decided not to say nothing. Instead, he slyly tried to get you to put the phone down.
âBaby, the light is bothering me every time you open that. You mind?â He asks sweetly, still watching the tv.
You glance at him at the corner of your eye and glare. âUm, yeah I mind. Close ya eyes if youâre bothered.â You reply then continue texting away.
Nâjadaka goes silent. You donât even see his hand come up till your phone is knocked outta your hand unto the couch. You turn you head to look at him, mouth agape.
âWhat the fuck?â You ask, picking up your phone.
âPut that shit down âfore I break it, Y/n.â He states, and you can see heâs not playing but youâre so irritated, you donât care.
âNigga no. Itâs my fucking phone and guess what? You not my father.â You spit before getting up and stalking to the kitchen where you lean against the counter and text who you were texting.
Second later, Nâjadaka is up and after you. You see him coming at the corner of your eye and move to get away, but youâre too late. Your phone is snatched out of your hand, and just as you open your mouth to protest, Erikâs other hand is at your throat, choking the hell outta you.
You sputter and your hand immediately goes to his arm, grabbing at it as youâre forced to go on your tiptoes to breathe. A wheezing gasp leaves you as he jerks you towards him, uncaring of how you struggle to breathe. His eyes are dark with anger and even though you know any girl in their right mind would be scared shitless, your body betrays that and youâre slightly turned on. Mostly angry, but slightly turned on.
âSee, I donât know what happened to make you such a bitch today, but I really donât care no more. You been rude as fuck to me for no reason and Iâve been nothing but nice to your bratty ass.â He tells you as he slowly back you against the kitchen counter. His face is an inch away, so you not only hear every word, but he makes sure you feel it.
âYou had me worried as hell this morning, and even after I called you at work a dozen fucking times, I didnât get an apology or nothing. Now in the living room, you wanna be texting somebody and giggling and shit, knowing how I fucking get. Wanna be disrespectful when I nicely ask your ass to put the fucking phone down. Fuck that shit. You said Iâm not your father, okay. But who the fuck am I?â He declares.
You choke helplessly around his palm on your throat, unshed tears swelling in your eyes. You smack at his arm, unable to answer. He loosens his grip and you inhale a gust of air so sharp, itâs like a razor against your senses. You blink as your finally able to breathe even though itâs through a constricted airway whistling oxygen into your deprived lungs.
âD-Daddy.â You gasp answering him, shuddering as his other hand that has now dropped your phone next to you on the counter slithers into your loose sweatpants and between your thighs.
A moan leaves you as his fingers start to move against your cloth covered mound, your legs shaking as pleasure courses through you. His head moves close and you whimper as his teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, then soothe the pain by suckling on it. His fingers move up then slip into your panties and a shuddering gasp leaves your lips when suddenly, two of his fingers sink into you.
âThatâs right, Iâm Daddy. Say it again. Who the fuck am I?â He growls, his fingers moving faster, every ridge and knuckle rubbing your sensitive insides.
Your legs shake and a broken sob leaves your lips. âDaddy! Daddy please, can I cum?â You start to beg, voice shaking in tune with your knees.
His lips are on your jaw now, kissing and biting on your skin, his fingers around your throat experimentally flexing tighter and looser, leaving you a mess as the lack of oxygen combines with the immense pleasure heâs causing down below.
He smirks against your skin. âCum? Already?â He asks in a mocking tone.
Another sob leaves you as your hands that were around his arm on your neck move down to his other arm, gripping it as you grind down unto his fingers.
âPlease Daddy! Feels so good! Mâsorry for bef - fuck! - for before! Lemme cum Daddy, please!â You plead, moans leaving you as his palm grinds against your clit as he fingers you fast and hard.
âFor before? Damn, I canât remember. Remind me why you should be sorry.â He speaks against your skin, his fingers slowing when he senses that your about to cum.
You whimper and push your hips towards his palm, but his hand tightens around your throat in a warning and you listen, stilling your hips.
âI-I made you worry this morning, then I didnât apologize. Then I was disrespectful on the couch. I-Iâm sorry Daddy.â You whimper, panting as his palm grinds a little harder against you.
âNah, you not done. Who the fuck was you texting?â He growls against your cheek, and his hand tightens again, making your breath hitch.
You whimper when he loosens his hand and when you open your eyes that you didnât even know fell closed, his face is right in front of yours and heâs giving you the dirtiest glare youâve ever seen on him. A shudder goes up your spine and you swallow before you answer.
âT-Tommie.â You whimper, practically begging him with your eyes to keep touching you.
His eyes go steel and his whole aura changes into someone thatâs really gon choke ya ass to death if you donât correct the little mistake it takes you a second to realize you made.
âTommie the female! âIEâ, not âYâ! The female, daddy.â You quickly correct, not in the mood to play with your life or the male Tommyâs life.
He stares at you for a moment, looking to see if your lying. When heâs satisfied, he gives you a slight smirk.
âYou ainât lying, are you?â He asks, his head cocking slightly to the side.
You shake your head vigorously, thrusting your hips towards his hand with a pleading look. He regards you for a moment, as if looking to see if your lying. He hums in satisfaction and you sob in relief when his fingers sink into you again.
You fingers tighten around his arm as you basically ride his fingers, the lewd sound of your sex squelching as his fingers sink into you over and over again, rubbing against your nerve sparked walls. You increasingly get louder and louder and your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but the look Nâjadaka gives you lets you know there ainât no way in hell your gonna stop him from hearing you.
âIâm gonna fuck the shit out of you baby.â He growls against your jaw, then your yanked away from the counter.
Everything is hazy as your body is sent into this spiral of wanton lust and need, and you donât even realize your thrown unto the bed until Nâjadaka yanks your sweats and panties down in one yank. You hastily yank your shirt off, leaving you completely nude. Nâjadaka stares down at you with a carnal gaze that has you creaming. He reaches forward and grabs your legs and suddenly youâre yanked to the bottom of the bed so your bottom is hanging off. He kneels down and your legs are over his shoulders.
A moan leaves you as he bites harshly into your inner thigh, reveling in the way his teeth sink into your plush brown skin. He releases your skin and looks at your dripping pussy, then he moves forward and takes a wide lick. Your whole body shudders at the sensation and your hands find their way to your breasts as your man suckles against your clit. You let out a wail when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nub, sending sparks of euphoria up your spine. Your legs shake as he holds them open, his tongue dipping into you then over your clit over and over again. Your hands swoop down and grab unto his locks as your hips grind into his face. You shudder as your orgasm builds.
âFuck! Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â You chant as you wail in pleasure.
Nâjadakaâs grip on your thigh tightens painfully and you glance down at him, near blind from the tears pooling in your eyes. You see his sharp glare and a gasp of pain leaves you when one of his hands lifts and smacks your thigh.
âHold that shit. You not cumming till I got this dick in you.â He says, muffled by your lower lips being sucked into his mouth.
Tears build in your eyes as his tongue rolls out and rubs against your clit in what feels like the alphabet, and before you know it, your hands are over your eyes as you sob and beg for mercy, knowing that if you cum without permission, which youâre about to, heâll be merciless on you, either spanking you till youâre too weak to move away, or fucking you till youâre to weak to move away. Same result, both equally barbaric.
âP-please Daka! Shit! Daddy!â You beg, your hips moving on their own accord now, backing away from him. His head lifts up for a moment and you sigh in relief, but he glares at you.
âY/n, shut up and let me eat. Try to run again and watch what I do to your ass.â He drops without remorse, then his head is back between your legs and heâs sucking on your clit like itâs a damn pacifier, ignoring the loud wailing above him and the way your legs are shaking like leaves.
Just as youâre sure your body is about to betray you and orgasm, he stops, but youâre loud angry sobbing doesnât. Usually, when you cry like this, Nâjadaka comforts you with a fiercity, pampering your spoiled ass till you forget why you were even crying. But at times like this however, you knew you only had a thin rope you were dangling on till his patience ran out and he really gave you something to cry about, like an ass you couldnât sit on for a couple of days.
It only takes one dirty look and you control your sobs till youâre hiccuping like a grade schooler, and for a second, Nâjadaka feels a little bad. He almost changes his mind and feels like maybe you deserve to cum. But then he remembers the shit your rude ass put him through today and heâs annoyed again and there ainât no way in hell youâre escaping this punishment.
He leans up and youâre staring at him from between your legs, looking as aggrieved as ever, hands now clenching the sheets. His hand taps your hip as he talks.
âMove up on the bed. Then hold your legs up, against ya chest.â He commands and you obey without complaint, glorifying Bast when you realize heâs about to fuck the sanity out of you.
You feel slightly exposed when he stares down at your dripping folds for a moment too long, a whimper leaving you. His eyes look up and meet yours and he sees the embarrassment on your face as you look away from him. A fond smile slips unto his lips and he crawls unto the bed on his knees, hands bracing your legs up from behind your thighs where your own hands hold them up.
âY/n, are you really acting shy right now?â He asks, and you can hear the slight humor in his voice.
You donât answer him, looking anywhere but at him because this damn position, it always gets to you cus he can see everything. He knows what this does to you and you gotta say... you love him for it. You always liked a little humiliation in the bedroom, though youâd never really said it out loud. Nâjadaka just knew. He knew you got soaking wet when he called you his bitch or his hoe. He saw the way your pupils would dilate when he told you to open your mouth so he could spit into it. He saw how it drove you crazy when he put you in really exposing positions and did filthy things to you.
A gasp leaves you along with an oh god when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your clit. Youâre already so sensitive, so when he starts to rub just the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, in just a few minutes, youâre sweating and whining.
âDaddy, please fuck me. Please.â You plead, panting heavily when this time, the shaft of his cock slowly glides against your clit, every vein and throb being felt.
âWhy? You wanna cum baby?â He asks, his own voice shaking slightly because all he wants to do is loose control and fuck you silly.
âYes please daddy! Make me cum. Iâm sorry about before so please lemme cum.â You beg, getting loud with the prospect of cumming looming over you.
âFine. Soon as I put it in, you can cum. But that donât mean Iâm stopping for nothing. You wanna cum so bad, go ahead, but Iâm not stopping till I get my nut.â He states, and then heâs pushing inside you.
Your mouth falls open as Nâjadaka splits you open on his dick, every inch sliding into you with ease as your dripping walls accept him with glee, squeezing and pulsating around him. He feels it too by the look of utter bliss on his face. He looks like heâs gonna forget himself any moment and start moaning because damn, how are you so warm- no, hot. Like fucking melting chocolate and it takes a moment for him to not melt into you, but then he takes back control and heâs fucking you with sharp thrusts that leave you breathless.
The two of you maintain eye contact as he fuck you, his hips picking up in speed and force till heâs thrusting into you with jackhammering force that has your nails digging into the backs of your thighs as you make a visible effort not to scream. You know youâre not gonna last long until you cum.
Every thrust sends a filthy sound into the room, his dick forcing your juices out of you as it plunged in and out, pressing into your walls as they squeeze him. A wail leaves you and suddenly, one hand realeases your thigh and is gripping unto the sheets for dear life. Erikâs hand keeps it in place as he pounds into you, making you moan like a two cent whore.
He groans at the sight of you taking his dick so wonderfully, finally obeying him like you were fucking supposed to. One of his hands finds its way to your throat and now, not only is he murdering you with his dick, but now heâs choking you too and thereâs no other way youâve ever wanted to die but thisthisthis, this is why you were so bratty today.
You needed a brute fucking like this that you would feel for a couple of days, that you would feel every time you breathed and had a 99.9% chance of getting you pregnant. You cum so hard, you see stars.
Your mouth just falls open as you cum, and you wanna gasp, but Nâjadakaâs hand is too tight around your throat. A wheezed yelp leaves you when his hand comes down and smacks your ass when your walls tighten around him so much, heâs barley able to move. Veins in his neck pop out as he nearly passes out with how fucking tight you are around him.
âGood girl. Itâs not over though.â He pants, still fucking you with brute strength.
Tears fill your eyes and your hand comes up from the sheets and claws unto Nâjadakaâs around your neck. He loosens his grip slightly so you can breathe and you inhale sharply, what sound like a broken sob leaving you. Nâjadaka groans as he continues to fuck you through the throes of your orgasm and your legs have never shook this much. Youâre not sure if youâll ever walk again. Sounds that youâve never made before leave you and he continues to slam into you.
âDaddyyyyy!â You cry when you feel another orgasm building and something unexpected makes you go over the cliff into another harrowing orgasm.
Erik has never smacked you in bed before, not on the face. If anyone would have asked you, you would have laughed at them and said even though you were a nasty vile creature of sin who wanted this man to do terrible things to you, smacking didnât seem to be one of them. Well, you were wrong as hell. The sheer humiliation from him smacking you, the sting in your cheek, the sound of his skin hitting yours, that sends you over the ledge and you have the strongest orgasm youâve ever had in your life. A loud, drawn out âfuckâ leaves you and youâre sobbing loudly again.
âOh my God, Y/n.â Nâjadaka hears himself whisper as he watches you squirt, his dick feeling the way you squeeze around him, dripping like ripe fruit as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands leave their stations and swoop down to his stomach where you start to attempt pushing him away.
âCanât. Canât. Please Daddy!â Thatâs all you can manage to say as he continues to thrust into you, and you mentally curse at this mans stamina.
âHold on baby. Little more.â He answers, and from the way his voice is shaking and his hips are stuttering, heâs gonna cum any second now.
Thing is, you donât have any second. If he doesnât stop now, youâre gonna cum again, and youâre almost certain your heart will stop this time. You see itâs no use though. Your eyes flutter open again and then you see his face.
This man is the devil. He has a slight smirk on his lips and then you realize. This is it. This is your punishment. His plan is to make you cum again.
âNâjadaka, fuck! - hate you so much - oh goood!â You wail when his hand comes down and starts to rub hard circles into your engorged clit.
âYou bouta be a good girl for a while after this. No more bratty shit.â He pants, using the last of his strength to pound into you, his dick pushing deeper than youâve ever imagined, hitting that one spot that has your toes curling and your blood running hot.
It only takes half a dozen more thrusts like that and your screaming for god himself. Your hands fly up and are in his hair as you cry out over and over again. His head fits into the crook of your neck as he cums hard with a moan, hips stuttering as he fucks you both through your orgasm. The mess between your thighs is disgusting, just the way you both love it, and the kiss that follows it is equal in taste. All teeth and tongue, unholy in every aspect. He grinds his hips into you a few more times, enjoying your gasps and the way your hands tighten in his hair.
âMâsorry for everything baby.â You whisper as he kisses on your neck, suckling your salty skin.
âItâs okay baby girl. I love you.â He answers against your skin, the gentle-ish giant you know he is seeping into his voice.
His hips continue to undulate against yours and your thighs donât even burn anymore, grown accustom to being spread for him to lay between. Your feet rest on the bed now.
âI love you too.â You reply, a smile sliding unto your face at everything he is. Your smile falters slightly when a moan leaves you as he grinds in a certain angle that catches against your clit.
âI need a second Daka.â You whine, going to pull away from him.
He smiles and nods and suddenly your flipped over and getting a massage. You roll your eyes and smile.
âI said a second. Not foreplay.â You say, voice muffled by the sheets.
He laughs and continues. âWhat ever do you mean?â He asks, playing dumb.
You giggle and relax into the massage as his fingers dig into every tense, wound up muscle. You know itâs just a matter of time before he gets off topic. His hands feels wonderful. They dig into your upper back, rubbing away all knots, then to your mid back, gently pressing and releasing, then lower again to your lower back where they rub and dig, banishing all tense muscles. Then they dip lower, rubbing, and lower, caressing, and lower, grabbing, and lower, gripping, and lower and oh... there we go.
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Yaaaalllll, what is wrong with me? How will I ever have kids, knowing their birth was a product of my disgusting ass having an impregnation kink? Like âhoney, Iâm glad you were born and all, but thatâs because your daddy and I like playing with cum.â IMAGINE. Whew chile, the thought of it.
Anyway, hope yâall enjoyed this. Took me like three days. Oof.
Drop lots of comments if you liked it and share with me what some of your kinks are. Iâm dying to know.
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Drunken mistake (4)
Erikâs Family
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âHow did you get the keys to my apartment? you ask stone faced looking at him.
Erik turns his head to you before starting the car his eyes roam from the top of your head to your thighs, he turns back to the wheel buckling his seat belt.
"Are you sure you want to know how I got your keys ma?â Erik asks you while driving out the parking lot.
âYesâ you say staring at the side of his face.Â
â Your spare key. You told me where to find it, and one of my people checked it out .â he says with a shrug of his shoulders. Â
âWhy would I do such a thing?â you ask him accusingly.
âLook you told me it would be in the plant next to your door, and it was okay.â annoyance dripped from his voice.
âOkay Erikâ you sighed. The day was getting more exhausting by the minute. The consequences of your choices put you in a stick spot now you had to depend on a man you did not know.
You sat quietly staring out the window, thoughts racing back to that night in Las Vegas. Dozens of scenarios ran through your mind about which one of you suggested marriage. He doesnât look like a guy who would want to be tied to someone permanently. It must have been you that proposed but why did he go along with it, you were stumped.
 Knowing how you are when youâre drunk itâs not far fetched that you were so reckless. You have said and done some crazy things while drunk, like sleeping with your current boss or telling your roommate you fucked her dad while she slept in the next room. Usually you know your limit but when you surpass it you did regrettable things.
âOkayâ. Erik says to you.âBuckle up ma, I want you safe.â
 Thirty minutes later he pulls up to a beautiful gated house. The house was huge and had about ten cars parked in the front of it. Erik pulled directly in front of the front porch, parking there.
âHeads up your meeting my cousin â. he says quickly after jumping out the car. He walks in the house leaving the front door open for you.
Sitting in the passengers seat realizing the weight of his words.
âCousin, I gotta meet his family alreadyâ you mutter to yourself stepping out of the car. âErik wait for me!â
Walking in the house you are greeted by a beautiful living room, admiring the furniture and architecture. This was your dream house big and beautiful.
âY/nâ iâm in the back, follow my voice babeâ you do as he says, walking down a long hallway leading to a backyard patio. You walked over to Erik who was sitting at a table with a man you suspect his cousin.Â
âCome ma, donât be shy come meet your familyâ Erik calls out to you.Â
Walking to sit at the chair next to Erik your eyes widen as the King of Wakanda greets you.
âHello Y/n nice to see you againâ King Tâchalla chuckles lightly reaching out for your hand. âWe met in Las Vegas but Iâm sure you do not remember much of that night.â You grab his hand in yours shaking it with trembling hands.
âKing Tâchalla itâs nice to meet you.â you say shyly.
âNo, Itâs my pleasureâ he says bringing my hand to his lips kissing it gently making you blush.
âLet my girl hand go with all that dumb ass shitâ he says slapping your hands apart.
You glare at Erik and give a look of apology to Tâchalla.
âSo how do you like your new home y/n, Erik was worried about you not?â Erikâs foot kicking him interrupted his words.
âItâs beautiful.â you say smiling.
âHave you seen your wedding photo yet?â Tchalla asks suddenly. Before you could answer Erik speaks up instead.
â She hasnât seen the whole house yet cuz, and itâs in the bedroom where weâll be spending a lot of time .â he says smacking his hand on your thigh. You look up to see him smirking at you his gold teeth showing. Your pussy jumps at the smack and smirk, he made you feel hot.
âWhere is the bedroom Erik I need to wash up and I need my clothes to do soâ you roll your eyes at Erik , disregarding his hand sitting on your thigh squeezing it.
âWalk back down the hallway when you get to the staircase go up the right side and straight down the hall, its the last door.â Erik tells you.
âNice meeting you again King Tâchallaâ. you say
âJust call me Tâchalla, were family now? he says with a sweet smile.
âOkay Tâchallaâ you say waving bye. Walking towards the sliding doors and into the house.Â
You walk into the bedroom and gawk at the size of the room. Your eyes catch the wedding picture as soon as walked in the room. It was actually a beautiful picture. You had on a veil, a white dress, and was holding a bouquet, Erik on the other hand had on a tux jacket and shirt, you two looked good together.
 Looking for your belongings you stumble upon a walk-in closet. One side of the wardrobe held a Erikâs things and another side filled with your clothes. Looking closely you saw new pieces of clothing all in your size. They were all designer and you feel conflicted. Would it be okay for you to except these things. You pick up a pair of shorts and a tank top . and walked into the spacious bathroom. Stripping out your clothes ready to wash away the stresses of the day.
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Erik x Blackreader
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During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?
He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.
"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.
"Yes." he hummed into your skin.
"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"
"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans
"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."
"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."
"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"
"Just say you're not looking for anybody."
"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."
"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.
"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"
"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."
"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."
He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.
"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"
Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.
".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."
"What?"
"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."
"Dont spin this on me. I love you."
"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"
He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.
Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.
So Y/N what would you do?
đ Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.
Or
đ Leave Erik and find someone who may or may not love you. But will definitely show you public affection and claim you with a title.
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 didnât catch it.
âNever thought it would turn me on to hear that.â He grabbed your hand and made his way to the jewelry store that was located next to his suit shop in the mall.Â
You balked immediately, âWhat are you doing? We have to get your suits. Then we have t-â Erik cut you off.Â
âYeah 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.â Erik spoke quietly to the jeweler behind the glass, he held up your fingers for the man to size.Â
âUhhhh bet you like that one.â 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?
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Hour 1
You moved around the kitchen easily putting together sandwiches for you and your boyfriend. The two of you had the day off and you were so excited to spend the day with him.Â
You felt him wrap his arms around you and take his sandwich. He kissed your cheek before he took a big bite.Â
âThanks babe.â Erik muttered and spanked your ass. You side eyed him and turned around with your Gatorade to sip in your hand.Â
Erik watched you cross your legs in front of each other, a slow smirk crossed his face.Â
âWhat do you want to do today.â You asked quietly, you were hopeful that you would get to cuddle with him and watch movies and you knew that he knew what you wanted to do.Â
âGonna play some games online with MâBaku.â Erik stared at you quietly.Â
You fought to keep your face neutral, "I was hoping we'd hang out today. We haven't had a day off together in a while"Â
"We can hang out, just give me a little bit of time to beat this level." A reasonable request. You could definitely entertain yourself for a bit.
You nodded, "ok, we'll hang out in an hour then."
Hour 2
You sighed for the third time in the last 20 minutes. You were hot. You stuffed your feet into Erikâs lap and watched him stare intensely at the game. He let out occasional curse words at the screen and to his good friends on the headset.Â
âSorry babe. Iâll be done soon, I promise. Nah fuck you!!â He couldnât even hold a conversation with just you for two seconds. You rolled your eyes and moved to get up. You weren't going to sit around waiting for him. Erik squeezes your calf signalling that he really didnât want you to move, but you were getting bored and had better things to do other than watch him play games.Â
Hour 3
You were going to kill him. You had his murder all plotted out. No one would ever find his body. You spent a few minutes making a show slamming the cabinet doors in the kitchen and slamming your bedroom door, but you stopped when you realized he didn't even notice. Which of course just made you even madder.
How dare he ignore you like this! Who does he think he is? You opened your door and made your way back downstairs. Maybe he just lost track of time. You'd give him a chance to redeem himself.Â
You walked up to him, a slight smile on your face, "babe? It's been a few hours. Let's watch a movie."
Erik didn't even look away from the screen. "Baby this is a really important stage. I can't stop now."
"You promised we'd hang out tonight, Erik." You frowned.
He still wouldn't look away from the game, "I know Y/N, but M'Baku will kill me if I stop before we finish the quest."
You rolled your eyes and left the room, slightly stomping all the way to your room.
You mumbled under your breath, "M'baku may kill you, but I'll definitely kill you if you don't get off that damn game."
Hour 4Â
Okay payback was going to be a bitch. You watched yourself in the mirror admiring the new outfit heâd bought you a few months ago. You werenât really sure what you were going to do to get him back. But your ultimate goal was to piss him off.Â
You stepped out of the bedroom and walked down to the den. You walked around the couch and made a show out of getting your phone.Â
âWhere you going?â Erik stared at you intensely, though his eyes darted between you and the game on the screen.Â
âOut.â You spit out.
Erikâs eyes cut to you. Erik hated when you spoke to him with such an attitude. But he deserved it.Â
âYou are not going out wearing that babe. Go change. I bought you that so we could enjoy it for ourselves and you think putting a jacket over it would help? Nah babe I said go change.â
âNah Babe. Iâm bored. You promised me time together and you havenât delivered so Iâm gonna go chill with your cousin until you find some time to spend with your girl.â You twirled around and made a move for the door.Â
âYou better be talking about Shuri babygirl.â Erik threatened his hand removed from the controller for the first time in a while.Â
âI think we both know that Iâm not.â You smiled at him and walked out the door. You made it to your car before Erik caught your wrist.Â
âIâm not playing with you Y/N.â Your phone rang loudly in your hand. You pushed Erik off of you slightly to answer it.Â
âHey TâChalla. Yeah Iâm on my way. You know Iâll never pass an opportunity to help you out!â Erik made a motion for you to hand him the phone. âYour cousin wants to talk to you then Iâll be on my way.â
They exchanged a few words in Wakandan and then Erik hung up roughly.Â
âTake your ass back in the house.â Erikâs eyes were lit with rage. "I'm not gonna say it again."
âNo go play your stupid game. You have been ignoring me all day! Not giving me any attention. And when I want to go out looking good now you have something to say. Fuck all that. Iâm leaving.â Erik smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist. And picked you up effortlessly.Â
He let out a sinister chuckle as he carried you back in the house. âYou want attention, you got it.â
Hour 5
You would never ask for attention again. You were exhausted, hot, and tired. Your body couldnât handle another moment with the sex demon you called a boyfriend.Â
Erik sat at the end of the bed and lit a blunt. It kind of pissed you off that he could look so composed while you look like hell. He glanced back at you and smirked at your worn out body. Involuntarily you shrunk back from his gaze and tried to cover your naked body with the sheet. Erik rolled his eyes and stood up reaching for his shorts to head back to the den.Â
âIâll be finishing up the game.â He turned back towards you and licked his lips. âUnless you want some more attention.â A devious chuckle left his lips as he headed down the hallway.Â
"Bastard" you mumbled.
"Say that shit again and watch what happens." He yelled from down the hallway.
You didn't say anything because you didn't want to. Not because you were scared of your man's demon dick.
Hour 6
Maybe. Maybe you did want more attention. No. You needed more attention. You found some of your best lingerie and put it on along with Erik's favorite perfume. You didn't even bother throwing on a robe, what was the point? You smirked as you made your way downstairs, the speakers booming with gunshots. You were definitely a glutton for punishment, but it's really Erik's fault.
At least that's what you'll keep telling yourself.
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