#bp fics

Pairing:Erik Killmonger (Stevens) x Black!Reader (College!au)

Word Count: 4,261

Warning(s): NSFW, Profanity, Clit stimulation, Car sex, Slight (barely there) cheating mention, Vaginal penetration, Argument, Establish relationship, 

A/N:Part One+Masterlist 

Summary: Things were different when you two were just friends. He has to understand that and so do you. In other words you get too jealous at one of Erik’s old flames behavior and you must’ve forgot who you were talking to.

   It had been a good night so far.

   It was shaping up to stay that way, too. The beginning stages of the house party actually started as a kickback. Not many people were there, a few blunts were in rotation, and the low music helped set a chill mood. While you watched, vibing, Erik’s eyes were getting lower and lower as the night went on.

   “You okay?” You joke and turn to hold his face in your hand to inspect his eyes.

   All of his movements were slow, still him; smooth and charismatic but just way more dangerous. “It’s just good weed mama, good ass weed.” You followed his gaze and watched them linger on your glossy lips, and he licked his realizing they were dry. “Gimme kiss.”

   “Mm-mm.” You denied his request fervently. “You know how you got when you’re high, E. Uh uh.”

   “How I get?” He was too artful in this state. Flirty as always but adding a new element to his already naturally provocative demeanor, and setting the wrong tone for a party where y’all were supposed to be chilling. 

   You avoid eye contact, for your own safety watching an incoming group of people fill in and take their spots: standing around by the stairs, going to get drinks. He pulled you in tighter by your waist, letting his thick lips linger against your neck. “Tell me how I get mama.”

   “You get touchy.” You say giggling as his breath starts to tickle your neck.

   He hums, skimming your stomach through the fabric of your tight dress, “I get touchy…” He makes a move and lowers his hand to your thigh.

   “You get horny, and wanna touch, suck, and fuck.” He laughs just as he gets fresh, slipping his hand right in between your thighs.

   “I’ll take your word for it.”

   “Erik, no.”

   “Come on. If you know how I get why you actin’?”

   “Cause I’m not encouraging you.”

  “Wasn’t you the one on facetime flashing a nigga?”

   You shrug, blushing. “Yeah, so?”

   “So, let’s make a trip out to the car.”

   While he tried to persuade you another group filed in leading an old flame of Erik’s right into the living room her eyes zeroed in on the locs she always looked for and someone else incredibly familiar.

   “Oh my god!” With her version of a greeting, you turned around to the familiar voice. “I heard you two were together now. You fight off the whole campus every day don’t you girl?”

   You hid the irritated lift of the corners of your lips in a smile. You recognized her, Destiny a pretty girl from Erik’s escapades sometime a few months ago. “Yeah.” 

   Erik hadn’t looked up yet and didn’t acknowledge or dismiss her because he wasn’t much interested in what she was saying anyway. “Don’t get a girl and act like you can’t speak boy.” She reaches past you, nudging him.

    You had to stop your eye from twitching. Erik looked up hazily, “Wassup Des.”

   “Exactly,” She laughed. “You know better. But y’all are so cute. Hopefully, he can stick with it, you know how he is.”

   Erik, head leaned on your back, with his mouth dried, swallowed and it went down the wrong way making him clear his throat which you mistook for a laugh. “I’m thirsty mama. Lemme get a drink and meet me outside?” He proposed, ignoring the possible bomb of a situation at hand.

   “Nah, I’ll get you one.” You pried his arm from around you, standing up abruptly putting your ass stark against Erik’s face. “Gahdamn.” He admired cocking his head to the side. “You got draws on ma-” You were halfway around the corner before he could finish.

   “Guess I missed my chance, huh?”

   Erik blinked looking up, fully realizing she was still here and definitely on bullshit. “Man, don’t start.” He waved her off, leaning back into the armchair.

   “What?” She laughed. “We can’t talk now?”

   “Get from around me wit that.” He tells her beginning to look around for you. Fuck was taking you so long? Next thing he knows he would be in trouble for some shit he ain’t even do.

   “Your girl is here, I get it. But remember the fun we were having before her, we could have it again.” She winked. You came back just after she sauntered off. 

   “Thank you princess, but where you go to get it? You was gone for-“ you thrusted the drink into his chest without looking at him cutting him off. 

   “Nana just got here. Imma go see what she got goin’ on.”

   Before he could protest you stomped off in search of your friends. Erik sighed leaning back into the chair again, taking a sip of his drink. He was none the wiser that you were pissed he just figured he was getting dumped for the girls, nothing new.

…

   The entire vibe of the party had changed since Erik had last seen you. It had to have been at least an hour. It wasn’t like he was one of those niggas that needed to always know where his girl was, but damn it would be nice to know if you were coming back or not. It didn’t help that your fine ass was running around a bunch of thirsty ass niggas who had no supervision. 

   He stood up, cracking his neck going to search for you. You’d just made your way in from outside, from the car where Nana and some other girls from campus you were cool with had been hotboxing. You spotted Erik as soon as you began moving into the living room, he was pretty much where you’d left him except he was standing now, like he was about to head out. You ignored every instinct to fall back into the cuddly but steamy bubble you two were in and stalked over with your hand out.

   “I need the keys.” You told him.

   “Where you was at?” He reached out snaking his hand on your lower back, just above the curve of your ass. 

   You looked away to compose yourself, you pushed through the comforting feeling of his body warmth against your chest, the smell of his subtle but musky cologne meshing with the cloud of smoke, and his face. That annoying look, his eyebrow hitched slightly, head angled downwards trying to make direct eye contact with you. 

   “I told you I was going to see Nana.” You replied, offhandedly. He was so damn annoying. 

   “Aye,” he nudged his face against the side of your face, his nose pressing into your cheek, and his lips skimming your jaw. “You good?”

   “I’m fine, I just need the keys, Erik.”

   He side eyed you, calling him Erik was definitely a sign that something was wrong or irritating you in the slightest. “What you need the keys for?”

   “I left somethin’ in the car.”

   “Hm.” He switched his attention, slid his nose down past your jawline, and cuddled his face in your neck, not even trying to hide the fact that he was in love with your chosen perfume for the night. “I’ll go get it. Ion want you out there by yourself. What you left?”

   “You’re not gonna be able to find it, just pass em’ to me.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him you were going to get your shit, because he would’ve tried to stop you and you would’ve either blown up and caused a scene or let him whisk you right back into his lap.

    He planted a kiss to your neck, still completely in the dark about your attitude, which was getting worse by the second. He dug the remote out of his back pocket and slipped it into your hand. “Imma go wit you, lemme use the bathroom right quick.” He sighed as he pulled away, a little sad he had to leave the comfort being wrapped in you provided and slapped your ass as a parting gift.

   You scoffed, heading outside as soon as he was up the stairs. You headed to the car, weaving past the folks on the lawn, and waved to Nana, who was parked across the street to let her know you were coming. Erik’s car was just on the next block, around the corner, it was a quick walk especially because you were rushing, fiending to get home and away from his friendly ass. 

   You got your hoodie and sweatpants from the backseat, locking the door and shutting it with your hips. On the walk back, all you could do was mock Destiny. You fight off the whole campus don’t you, girl? You rolled your eyes, and the nerve of his stupid ass to laugh, the fuck was so funny?

  It wasn’t like you had never anticipated situations like those coming up. You had heard more than enough of Erik’s hoe stories to know you were going to cross paths with a few of them on campus. That didn’t bother you, you weren’t naive, you knew who you were dating. What bothered you was him, how he reacted. Mr. Talkative suddenly didn’t know how to speak up? That shit was irritating. And what the hell else did the two of them have to talk about after you left? What was she saying that was so fucking enthralling? Actually, what was so secretive about it that she had to rush off as soon as she saw you?

   You huffed, realizing you had angered yourself again, even though you told yourself you wouldn’t let her get to you because that was no doubt her goal. You rounded the corner, making a detour to Nana’s car before going back inside. What had been five girls, including her was now just her and another one of your friends, Aliyah. You leaned on the door poking your head in.

   “You ready to go?” Nana asked, her silky red hair falling over her shoulders as she lean up out of her seat, against the wheel.

   “Y’all ready to go already? You just got here and didn’t even go inside.”

   Aliyah perked up from the passengers seat, “Girl, I came for the weed and the niggas. I got both. That Que nigga I’ve been spying on? We made an appointment and you hoes is holding me up.” 

   Nana shrugged, “No for real, I’m hungry as hell. After I drop you off, Aliyah gon’ go meet her lil boo at Waffle House, and imma hook up with the after party and get something to eat. You sure you don’t want in?”

   “Nah, I’m taking my ass home. My nigga done pissed me off, this dress is tight and I just wanna go get in my bed.” You stood up, tugging the ends down. “I’ll be right back, I just gotta give him his keys.” You dangled them and took your clothes from your shoulder. “Can you hold these?” You held them out, but neither Aliyah nor Nana were looking at you, but past you, as if they’d seen a ghost. “Hello? What is wrong with y’all?”

   “Mama I think you in trouble.” Aliyah warned. 

   “What?” You scrunched your face in confusion.

   “Yo.” Your body tensed, hearing a deep voice so suddenly but you sighed out of relief when you realized it was just Erik. You turned leaning against the car, tilting your head.  “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?”

   “You were taking too long.” You held out the keys for him to take. “I’m gonna catch a ride home, with Liya and Nana.” You nodded your head toward them. 

   He moved you to the side, the back of his hand lightly pressed into the side of your stomach, and he leaned in. “Hey y’all.” He greeted. 

   “Hey Erik.” They both said, voices high pitched. You’d scold them later about being so damn weak. 

   “I’m good. Wassup wit you two?” 

   “Nothin’ just takin this one home, then heading to the after party.”

   “Oh, aight.” He tapped the door. “I ‘preciate y’all, but she good.”

   Nana and Liya shared a look, Nana looking back at you and then at Erik, shrugging, “Alright.” She said nodding her head and starting her car up.

   “Hold on.” You put your hand on his chest pushing him up and away from the window. “I’m going to have her take me home. You can stay I just wanna go home, I-”

   “Why you got me looking for you at a party we came to together?” He cut you off, oh so now he was irritated? You made a face, ignoring both Liya and Nana’s comments and sounds of surprise. “We come together we leave together. You leave wit me even when we don’t come together. How you sound right now?” He bent down again, “Y’all have fun, I got her.” He repeated, assuring them and you that there was no room for argument

   Liya and Nana nodded because you and Erik obviously had some stuff to sort out and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You still leaned against the car, completely uninterested in going anywhere with him. “Let’s go.” Erik said lowly, grabbing your clothes off your shoulder and slinging them over his, taking you by your wrist and leading you across the street. 

   “Get home safe!” You called over your shoulder. She honked, pulling off. 

   “Call me tomorrow!” You heard one of them yell, but couldn’t tell who.

      He held onto your wrist for the whole walk to the car, only slowing down when it came to curbs, making sure you could get up in them heels he told you not to wear. When you finally got to the car he took the remote from your hand and unlocked the doors, opening the passenger’s side for you.

   “Get in the car.” He tells you, almost triggering you to say something nasty. Who the fuck did he think was he talking to? Telling you to do anything, after the stupid shit he pulled tonight. “Now.” He snapped, making any objection die on your tongue though that didn’t stop all the shit you thought of saying to him as you ducked inside the car. He shut the door, not hard, but firm enough that you jumped slightly. You slumped into your chair, turning your body toward the door as he made his way around the front of the car and slid in himself.

   He threw your clothes back into the back seat, turning back and taking a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face. “Imma really try not to snap on you.” He took another breath fully composing himself. “What is your problem?”

   You made a face but didn’t turn toward him or show any acknowledgmentof what he said because now all of a sudden he cared? He didn’t give a fuck when Destiny was in his face cracking jokes. 

   God, he hated that shit. That pushing your entire body toward the door was the most irritating shit you could do, on top of everything else. “You blowing my high, Y/N.”

   “I wanna go home and you didn’t have to take me, Nana was going to.”

   “What the fuck are you even so upset about?” He questioned angrily. “I didn’t even do anything.”

   You whipped around, “You’re acting so stupid! You’re gonna act like I’m overreacting when you’re the one who thinks everything is a fucking comedy show! Did she make you laugh, Erik? She’s just a regular Kevin Hart, huh?”

   “The hell are you talking about? Laughing at what?”

    You huffed and spun back around toward the door. “You gonna take me home or not?”

    “Who are you even talking about? Are you - you mean Destiny? You acting like you’ve never met a bitch I fucked before. You met-“ He stumbled for her name, cause shithe was too high for this and he didn’t even remember her all that well. “Shawty from the food court and you didn’t act like this.”

   He was using her as an example? He meant Savannah, and that was before you two even started dating. If he used his minuscule fucking brain to think back then he would know that.

   “Yes or no, Erik. Trav is here, I can get a ride.”

   It was antagonistic but since he wanted to go there you would to. Travis was a partner you had in your Bio class that Erik swore, and still swears has a crush on you. He even hated that you called him Trav, sprouting something about his government name being fine enough for you to use.  

   He reached forward wrapping both hands around the wheel, taking another deep breath. He should be fucking, or getting sucked off, maybe somewhere in between, head first in some pussy. But instead he was out here arguing with your dumb ass over some girl who didn’t even matter, and some nigga you were about to have on a t-shirt playing so damn much.

   “I don’t wanna do this.” He said calmly hoping to appeal to the side of you that wanted peace. “Baby.” He called hooking his hand around your knee and swiveling you around to face him. “I don’t wanna argue no more, aight? I’m sorry I made you upset.” You still wouldn’t respond, so of course he wasn’t going to keep trying. Everything always has to be something with you. “I’m not doing this. We too fucking old for this shit. When you ready to talk you let me know.” He started moving, “I ain’t ready to leave yet.” He chucked the remote in the cupholder.

   You yelled out of frustration watching him head back into the house, kicking your feet up on the dashboard. Fuckhim.

…

   Waiting in the car had stopped being easy fifteen minutes ago and that was about forty five minutes since your little sassy ass boyfriend left you in the car. Not only had you grown tired of finding things to do but your mood was on a steady decline and you wanted to be babied. Your threat of getting a ride from Travis was empty because not only did you not want to encourage him, but you didn’t want to piss Erik off any more than you already had, apparently.

   You huffed as you got out the car. You hugged yourself against the night air as you started up the block. 

   You entered the house looking for him where he was last but he moved to the sofa on the other side of the room, nursing another red cup. He caught your eye immediately, stared for a moment then looked away. 

    You shuffled over and sat down. “Hi.” He hummed, and now he was the one ignoring your gaze. His arm was hung over the chair so you threw caution to the wind and snuggled into him. He was stiff and didn’t move to meet you like he usually did. “You laughed.” You began explaining yourself. “When your lil friend Desthought she was getting over with her little ass ‘you know how he is comment,’ you laughed.”

   “I didn’t laugh.”

   “Erik, yes you did.”

   “No I didn’t. I had taken like 10 hits, my throat was dry as hell. I was damn near choking. I didn’t even hear what she said.”

   Oh.

   “Had you fucking told me that while I was interrogating you in the car I would’ve told you that. We didn’t talk about shit when you went to get the drink either..” He continues, knowing that’s probably the next thing that pissed you off.

   You frowned. “Why didn’t you say that?” He scoffed turning away from you, hiding his face against his cup. “E, I’m sorry.” You look over his face, features all too telling that he wasn’t feeling you right now. “C’mon I know this ain’t thee Erik Stevens in his feelings,” you tried joking. He didn’t take to it. You took his chin in hand, turning his face toward you. “I’m sorry.”

   “Yeah aight.” His eyes went from your gloss covered lips back up to your eyes. You smirked, you knew exactly how to convince him.

…

   “I’m sorry, E.” You mewled a giant his collar bone, “I’m sorry.”

   You hadn’t done car sex like this, with him yet. You hadn’t done it at all, but you figured everything was different with Erik. Surely, this wasn’t normal. Working so hard to please a nigga as an apology, off some shit you over exaggerated about was embarrassing all by itself, but this,the fire of it all.

   The freezing cold air nipping at your heated skin, the burn in your calves from riding him, especially in such close quarters. Despite the reclined seat being pushed as far back from the wheel as it could get awarding you all the available extra space, every up and down spring of your calves and heels burned. You weren’t sure how long you could go, but every nasty whisper from his lips propelled you further than you thought you could go. You weren’t sure if it was a testament to how sprung you were or just how good he was at making you act out.

   “Come here, mama.” He knew you were tired like he always seemed to know everything else during these types of activities. The type that requires cracked windows and hushed whispers to avoid legal punishment. He let you rest against his chest, falling onto your knees, your feet resting off of the chair.

   His arms curled around your back and waist, pressing you against him, while you caught your breath. He let his finger trail up your spine, “Let me finish for you.” He offered sweetly, incredibly proud of you as he looked down still in the process of recovering from your hard work himself. But, still he couldn’t help but think damn she still fine, even with the thin film of sweat covering you, your hair more than out of place.

   You hummed, though you were exhausted you had been working toward a nut for longer than you could count. You neededit.

   He helped you slip into position, helped turn and twist you around until you were on your knees, back pressed to him, a hand on each the drivers’ side handlebar and the console. Soft kisses pressed against your spine and you slipped that throbbing part of him between your lips, thrusting back and forth until his shaft was completely wet, your arousal coating him completely from base to tip.

   “Shit…” He fell slightly off track, while you were moving. Hands circling your waist and clasped in front of your stomach. Slipping up underneath your scrunched up dress to grab a handful, and some, of those pretty ass titties. Ones he’d been devouring, with his teeth grazing across your brown skin until they were slightly sinking into nipples as he sucked, only a few moments ago.

   “Stop playing.” You huffed, not only anxious to restart but to finish.

   He grinned, too excited to see you like this. “I ain’t start yet.”

   Too tired to be playing a waiting through any of his horny ass detours you took to snapping his hands from around your waist, pushing them down. “Focus.”

   “Y/N.” He stretched your attention thin. Saying your name while one hand softly slid down your stomach easily navigating through your soaked sex, the other teasing a grip on your throat until there was.

   “E-”

   “I wasn’t gon say nothing. You apologized, so I forgive you. But,” he paused only to listen to that pretty hushed groan you make when he’s doing his rounds. Either when he was making you stretch around his fingers filling you until you were scared at the thought of another, knuckle deep in that creamy ass pussy or softly circling that sensitive nub until you were twitching to finish, or both at the same time. “You gon learn to watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me. You don’t run shit.”You heaved, trying to catch another breath but the strengthening grip in your throat was making it hard. “You hear me?”

   “Yes.” You rushed to answer. “Yes, I hear you.”

   “You gon do whatever I want tonight?” He asked just as he pinched that soaked bundles of flesh and nerves just right between his rough thumb and pointer -

   “Fuck!”The sensation made you jolt, sending you slumped against the steering wheel.

   “You gon do whatever I want tonight?” He asked again referring to you coming home with him as opposed to going back to your dorm. You agreed with a quick nod of your head. “You gon stop tripping?” He asked, finding the dangerous rhythm that would get you right. Slow and steady focusing the pads of his fingertips on pressing down to fast and rough slipping in the occasional pinch.

   “E!” You gasped.

   “You gon stop testing me?” He questioned, ignoring every plea, cry and whine no matter how pretty. He trapped your earlobe between his teeth, nipping. “You gon stop acting like you don’t know I be fucking this shit up?

    “Mm.” You whined.” It still wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he tapped your clit a few times to bring your attention back, making your head snap back. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, E!”

   He was somewhat satisfied with that and settled for this being your last orgasm. He held you close while you shuddered and collapsed. Sucking his fingers and pulling them out of his mouth with a pop he leaned into your ear. “I love you. You know that.”

   “I know.” You breathed. “I love you too.”

   He waited for you to regain enough strength to climb back over and redress, kissing every inch of available skin he could reach in the meantime. He said something, though it was so light you almost didn’t hear.

   “And you bet not mention that nigga no more…”

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