Darkskinn Picasso

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader (note: reader will always be black and 90% of the time bitch gone be chubby too)

Warnings: Literally just smut with some daddy kink thrown in for the hell of it this is my first fanfiction is years so be gentle with me

Synopsis: Reader is a little inexperienced and Erik is more than willing to teach her everything she needs to know about fucking

You’re unsure of how the two of you got on the topic. One moment were chilling on the couch with Friday playing in the background, quoting all your favorite lines to each other, and then the next Erik is asking when’s the last time you got laid. He asked like it was a normal thing. The quick change of subject was enough to make your head spin.

“So let me get this straight, you ain’t never had your pussy ate?” The vulgar way he puts it has you averting your eyes. “And you ain’t a virgin?”

You can feel the embarrassment heating up your body. You’ve only admitted that to a few people. It’s safe to say that you’re ashamed to say that you’ve only had sex twice in your 25 years and neither of those times included someone going down on you. It was pathetic.

“You gotta explain that cause the shits not adding up to me, baby girl.” He spreads an arm on the back of the couch as he turns his body to face you a little more.

You rub your lips together and shake your head. You refused to go through all of that. Least of all with him.

“What you acting all shy for? It’s just you and me.”

You clear your throat, looking towards the tv as if the movie is truly holding your attention. The two of you had been hanging out for a few months now and he somehow always managed to pull personal information out of you but you were set in your stubbornness now and you weren’t telling him a damn thing about a damn thing.

“You too grown to be acting like this.” Sure, he had a point but that wasn’t going to make you talk. “Speak.”

The word comes out a burst of anger and it nearly makes you jump. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Each time it had in the past, it left you clenching your thighs together. This time was no different.

You drop your head against the back of the couch. “Seriously, E, why do you want to know?”

“Cause I’m tryna figure out what kinda niggas you been fucking with. Did you even cum?”

His tone is light and you know he’s joking but you’re not laughing. Instead, you cover your face with your hands and groan. Just when you thought this moment couldn’t get anymore embarrassing.

You feel him wrap a hand around around your wrist and pull a hand away from your face. The other is soon to follow. There’s a long pause before you finally open your eyes to look at him.

“What the fuck was you doing the whole time? Just laying there?”

“Pretty much yeah.”

“You been fucking with some sorry ass niggas but don’t even trip. I’m bout to fix all that. Stand up.”

Your brows furrows as the confusion etches across your face. “What are you even talking about?”

“I’m about to eat the fuck outta that pussy.” There’s a flash of his gold fangs when he smirks that sends something flipping inside your belly. That fucking smile should be illegal.

“Quit playing.” You wave a hand, trying to dismiss the way he’s looking at you is making you feel.

“Do I look like I’m playing?” You shake your head, unable to speak for a moment. “Stand up then. I’m not gone ask you again.”

There’s that tone that again. The very same one that makes you want to dry hump the nearest thing to you. It’s hard to pretend like that deep timbre doesn’t do something for you. You swallow the lump in your throat and you can feel your heart hammering away in your chest.

Before you have a chance to react, you feel him grabbing your arm and yanking you roughly off the couch causing you to squeal little. You find yourself standing in front of him, body overheating from the way he’s staring at you, and you’re completely unsure of what to do next.

“Strip for me, baby girl. Put on a lil show.” He leans back on the couch again, legs spread wide and arms resting to the side of him.

“You want me to do what?” Your eyes grow wide and your stomach drops quickly.

He lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m being generous and I’m giving you the option. Either you can put on a show for Daddy, or I can take off your clothes for you and trust me you won’t want that shit.”

Daddy? That was brand new and you really shouldn’t like the sound of it as much as you do, but you can’t help yourself. The dark edge that his voice had when he said it sends your mind into overdrive and immediately makes you feel like your pussy has a heartbeat. You almost want to see what’ll happen if you don’t listen and he’s forced to remove your clothes for you, but something tells you that you might not be ready for that just yet.

You start with your top, fumbling with the hem and struggling to pull it over your head. It isn’t graceful, let alone sexy. You have no idea what the hell you’re doing. The times you had sex, they were both rushed and it was in the dark, leaving you unsatisfied. There wasn’t anything sexy about either of those times. You can’t help but think that you have to be the most inexperienced non virgin there is. That’s really just sad and shameful.

Your fingers are slipping inside the waistband of your leggings when he clears his throat forcing you to look up. Two fingers gesture for you to come close and so you do. Then his hands are gripping your hips, strong and hard, and pulling you down into his lap.

“You still wanna act like you shy?” One hand moves up your side as his speaks, nails dragging up and down and leaving goosebumps behind. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you struggle on your knees to keep your weight off of him. You can’t even look him in the eye when you shake your head. “It’s cool. I’mma have you talking real nasty when I’m done with you.”

You can’t help but wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. You’re not allowed to wonder for long before his lips find their way to your skin, sucking and biting at the base of your neck. A soft whimper leaves your lips in a rush. You’re focused on what his mouth is doing that you’re hardly paying attention to what his hands are doing as they unhook your bra with ease, tossing it across the room somewhere to be forgotten about.

Further down his lips move until they’re able to wrap around one nipple. The way his tongue works around around it, teasing his teeth across it, sends jolts straight to your pussy. You didn’t think it was possible to be so wet and yet here you were, damn near cumming from him just showing your titty a little attention.

You feel him moving towards the edge of the couch with one strong arm wrapped around you. In the same movement it takes him to stand, he has you on your back on the couch. All in one fluid motion that leaves you breathless.

Your eyes stay trained on him as you watch him yank down your leggings quickly, barely leaving you enough time to lift your hips. Your thighs immediately snap together to shield yourself. The sight of Erik on his knees in front of you licking his bottom lip causes another rush to flood from your pussy.

With his hands on your legs, he pulls you down the couch all the while spreading your legs. His firm grip won’t let you close them again no matter how hard you try. Heat rushes to your face when he pushes your thighs up to your chest. The way the position leaves you so exposed has you feeling a little embarrassed.

“We gonna talk about how you was sitting on this juicy pussy this whole time and ain’t have on no panties later. Believe that.”

“Wha-“

Whatever you wanted to say dissolves into a startled moan as his tongue swipes across your clit. It takes you by surprise more than anything else. Your hips jerk and your teeth clamp down around your lip.

His tongue bathes your clit in slow strokes, deliberately teasing you and it was fucking working. He had barely started and he already had your body jerking underneath his touch. You could feel your body needing more…..craving more so you lift your hips up to close closer to his mouth. But it doesn’t seem to work. A hand presses down against your lower stomach, effectively holding you in place.

“You try and rush me again and I’mma leave your ass right here and you won’t get shit. You hear me?” You nod your head. “Nah, you answer me when I ask you a question.”

You hiss as his hand tightens around your thigh with his nails digging into your skin roughly. “I hear you.”

“You hear me what?”

“I hear you….daddy.”

The flashes of gold that meet your eyes when his lips spread into a smile has your pussy clenching against nothing, but it lets you know you said the right thing. It takes all you have not to reach out and shove his head back down between your legs, but you’ve never been that bold. Besides, you’ll be damned if anything stops you from getting the orgasm you know is coming.

Your head falls back when his mouth is back on you again. This time, he’s not being gentle and there’s nothing slow about the way his tongue is lapping at you clit. His whole mouth is damn near engulfing your pussy and you’re enjoying every second of it. Now you can see what you’ve been missing out on. The tip of his tongue hits one particular spot that has you crying out in ecstasy. Then it’s gone and you’re whining out in frustration as your head snaps up to look down at him.

“What? Why you’d stop?” His mouth is literally just inches away and you can’t even bring your hips up to meet it with the way he’s still holding you down.

“Cause I need to see them pretty ass eyes while I eat this pussy, baby girl. Don’t look away again.”

This nigga had so many rules, but you would follow them all if it meant he was going to make you cum. You didn’t care. “I hear you, Daddy.”

His own response is a low growl that has you shuddering as you imagine what it might be like to have that sound right next to you ear while he’s so deep inside your shit you might just be able to feel him in your stomach. You’ve never experienced that before but if anyone could do it, you’re sure it’s Erik.

The struggle the keep your eyes open and on him comes when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Your hands fly to the back of his head and for a second you debate on pushing him away because this is far more than you thought it would be, but instead you find yourself trying to push his head closer for that very same reason.

His mouth lifts off of you just long enough for him spit on your pussy. He honest to god spits and it’s fucking disgusting. You want him to do it again.

The way his eyes are staring into yours is only making this entire experience that much more overwhelming for you. The moans that are leaving your mouth aren’t one that you have to fake like you’ve done in the past. You’re whimpering and groaning and you would be begging if you could actually form the words to do so.

It’s not long before his fingers are joining his mouth. One finger first and then a second one joins not long after. You would be mad about his mouth leaving your pussy if his fingers weren’t currently stretching you open and his thumb replaces his tongue at your clit. With his mouth gone, you can feel the cool air whipping around your wetness and it causes you to inhale sharply.

“Fuck, baby girl. You squeezing the shit outta Daddy’s fingers. You must like this shit.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his fingers. “You ain’t even gotta answer. I can tell just from how you gushing all over my hand.” Curling them, he hits a certain spot that has you clawing at the couch cushions and moaning louder than ever. “Talk to me…you gotta tell me what you want.” Erik’s breath hits your skin as he lower his mouth to the inside of your thigh and it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

“I want you to…” Your words are swallowed up with another moan as you struggle to find your breath long enough to talk. “I want you to make my pussy cum, Daddy.”

“You want me to make who’s pussy cum?” His finger slow and something dark flashes in his eyes. You know you have one shot to say the right thing or this is all over.

“I want you to make your pussy cum, Daddy.” His finger speed back up and you nearly let out a sigh of relief, but you’re whimpering instead.

“That’s right. This is my shit now.” And the way he says it, you can’t help but think he truly believes his own words. It’s a barbaric way to mark his territory and you fucking love it. “You gone be my good girl, huh?”

“Yes…shit yes. Just please don’t stop.” It didn’t matter what he asked you to be whether it was a good girl or a dirty ass slut. You would agree to whatever he said in that matter. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”

“Say less.”

His mouth is back on your pussy, working in perfect unison with his fingers. The dual stimulation has you writhing underneath him, giving off porn star moans that you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to. Your hands are on the back of his head trying to hold him down because you would probably deck him in his shit if he tried to stop right now. Your hips are grinding against his mouth and his chin and his fingers all in the hopes of making yourself cum. You can’t even be sure if what you’re doing looks good from his point of view and you don’t even care.

“Oh fuck, Daddy. I’m gonna cum.”

He groans out what you believe is approval and a hand slaps roughly against your thigh. “Cum then, baby girl. Get that nut.”

It’s as if you’re body is trained to him and that was all you needed to hear to cum on command. Your walls tighten around his fingers and you’re cumming so hard that you can’t even make a sound. You sit there with your mouth wide open and no sound coming out as the onslaught of pleasure all but rips through your body. Your thighs are twitching and your chest is rising and falling rapidly.

His fingers are still moving inside you, teasing at your gspot, and his mouth is still wrapped around your clit. He doesn’t stop and you’re forced to push his head away.

“Did I say I was done?”

“I need a break.” You finally let your head drop to the back of the couch once more, pushing damp pieces of hair out of your face. Your hair is probably messed all the way up.

“Damn, you tryna tap out already?” He’s laughing and you can’t even do anything but nod your head. “Ain’t no tapping out tonight. Not yet. I’m gonna teach that thick ass how to ride my face.”