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Sun and Stars | Johnny Suh (NCT 127)

Pairing : Reader (fem.) X Johnny

Word count : 10k+

Warnings: A few cuss words here and there , gets a little suggestive towards the end. Not proof read sorry

Genre : Fluff,angst,romance , friends to lovers au ,college au.

Description: Johnny has no idea that you are head over heels for him - you intend to keep it that way.

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for around a week now and I am sooo happy to finally be able to publish it (Johnny in a college au makes me feel a type of way ngl) This is the first time I’ve ever written a fic with more than 3k words so I’m not sure how its turned out so anyone who reads the entire thing,know that i am so,so grateful to you .

Also shoutout to my best friend @chogiwow for helping me out with writing and desrcibing and everything else. LY <3

Enjoy!

Johnny Suh has a habit of biting his nails when he is nervous, you have noticed , his eyes focused on whatever is directly in front of him and his leg fidgeting up and down continuously.

You have seen him look nervous on many occasions before - like the day of exams, sneaking alcohol to on campus events , group discussions with professors - but nothing will ever top the way he looks right now ; like he's standing on the edge of a bridge, ready to bungee jump.

"I told Professor Yun to give us at least a month and a half to organize everything properly but that man just plain refuses to listen to me because I bunked his class once !" Mark Lee has a big mouth ,that's public knowledge, but when he continues to pace inside the empty auditorium, you find yourself getting irritated at his non- stop comments .

"Has anyone else tried to talk to Yun about the extension of the date ? Someone who doesn't bunk his classes? " Lia asks, her arms crossed in front of her chest. You have seen your roommate look serious before but right now she looks almost as if she's about to go on a killing spree.

"Didn't y/n go to him yesterday? I remember seeing her near the staff room with him. " Johnny points out and suddenly all eyes are on you.

Your cheeks flush at the mention of your name from his mouth. //

The tense atmosphere in the auditorium was already making you uncomfortable enough but now , with the unwanted spotlight on you , you feel as if your body has been squeezed into a car's trunk.

"Umm.." you stutter,playing with hem of your oversized Linkin Park t-shirt, "yes. I did talk to him but he said no to me too. He didn't even let me explain our situation."

Mark groans loudly, his head between his hands. "We are so doomed. The authorities are going to remove me from the position of the president of the student body! I can feel it coming."

"I don't know about anyone else but I enjoy my position as the vice president of the student body council. And I am not going to give it up because you shitheads were too lazy to get things done quickly." Ryujin says , her eyes flaming with fury.

She's been running after all the student body members to start working on the upcoming inter college sport events for a whole week now . It's not her fault that the other members are starting to realize the urgency of the situation just two weeks prior to the event.( including the president, Mark Lee). She has the right to be angry.

"Okay ,everyone calm down. " You say, reluctantly,not wanting to be the centre of attention. You lick your dry lips before beginning to speak again, "We've wasted enough time worrying and talking okay? Let's go over the list of duties assigned and we can resume working again. "

"We just have two weeks, y/n. There's still so much left to do. We've barely started yet. " Ryujin whines, placing her head on Jungwoo's shoulder as he tries to shake her off.

"I know but if we work hard for say even ten days,we can get things done. We can stay back after college gets over and work and then rest on weekends. Exams are not arriving anytime soon either. "

"I agree with y/n. The event is next to next Monday so if we do overtime then we can still pull it off,despite everything." Johnny agrees , looking over at you with a charming smile. But instead of returning the smile, you look away ,cheeks tinted red.

Have you always been this nervous around him or does it have something to do with the sudden glow up he has had over the summer break? You don't know.

"Fine. Okay." Mark speaks out, "Jungwoo, can you go over the duties once again? And if possible take a picture of it and send it on our group chat. "

Nodding to Mark, Jungwoo takes out a sheet of paper from his pocket and starts reading it out. "So um... Mark and I are working on sending out invitations and collecting names of participants on the day of the event. Ryujin and Yuna are leading the decorating team. Lia,Taeyong and Johnny are working on the food stalls area and the packaging of free snacks for the participants. Jaehyun , Haechan and Doyoung are on the sound team for the DJ show after the events are over and lastly,Yeji, Chaeryong, y/n ,Yuta and Taeil are participating in the events so they will be busy with practice but we do expect them to manage the things overall and help us after class. "

Jungwoo looks out of breath after speaking for so long ,his chest heaving with each breath and his shoulders slumped.

"Okay, guys that will be all. Remember to do your jobs in your free periods and stay back after college." Ryujin says, clasping her hands together to symbolize the dismissal of today's student body meeting( more like a group stress out session).

You pick up your books and swing your bag across your shoulders while Ryujin pokes Jungwoo's cheeks with the sole purpose of annoying him but he flicks her fingers right away.

As you reach the exit of the auditorium, laughing at the bickering duo beside you and your hands reaching out to open the door , you see Johnny jogging up to you hastily and pushing the door open before you could.

"Ladies first." he says as he gestures for you to walk out , a sweet smile plastered on his lips.

Your heart hammers against your chest.

"Thank you." You murmur , avoiding his gaze as you walk out of the comfortable, air conditioned auditorium and into the scorching hot campus of your college.

You've always been this nervous around him, you realize, ever since you guys met in the first year of college - despite being a part of the same friend circle.

And how could you not? There are no books, no tutorials, no classes to teach you how to behave in front of your crush.

The student apartments are a good thirty minutes away from the college campus, and with the increasing velocity of Lia's car, your desire to flop down on your soft, cozy bed increases too.

"Yo ,anyone up for a girls night out tomorrow night? " Ryujin asks from the passenger's seat,not looking up from her phone. You see her fingers scrolling through the various new resto bars in town.

"Count me in. I am bored of eating Yeji's horrible food. " Chaeryong replies ,earning a punch from Yeji.

"If you're so good at cooking ,why don't you get your ass out of bed and cook?" Yeji spits back,rolling her eyes.

You laugh at your flatmates' childish tactics.

"Anyway, I'm in too." Yeji sighs, resting her head on your shoulder,sleepily.

"Yeah, me too!" Yuna chimes in.

"What about you ,Lia?" Ryujin asks her friend in the driver's seat.

Lia narrows her eyes at the road in front of her ,but you know for sure her mind is going over the pros and cons of going out tomorrow night. You've been her roommate for three years now ; you know her basically like the back of your own hand.

"I guess so,yeah." Lia says , changing the gear and turning over the corner into your appartment street.

"Okay ,that makes five out of six. Y/n?" Ryujin looks back at you , her pleading eyes drilling into yours.

As much as you want to relax and go out tomorrow night ,you have a busy schedule. Swimming practice for the sport events in the morning ,classes throughout the day, helping out with the organization and a study date with Yuta late at night. You are packed tomorrow.

That and you didn't want to get drunk on a week day.

"I'm sorry guys,I don't think I'll make it. I promised Yuta I'd study with him. " you say . Your flatmates groan out loud,throwing you dirty looks for ditching them for a stupid study date.

"Why does Yuta want to study with you anyway ? Your majors are like poles apart." Yuna mumbles.

Frankly, you didn't know why he wanted to study with you either. You were a computer science engineering student and his major was performing arts. But it's been a tradition between you two for quite a while now. Maybe you've gotten used to comfortable silence with him when you study , like music playing in background, not loud enough to distract you but loud enough to help you focus.

"Maybe it's not a study date with Yuta after all. Maybe it's just an excuse to see his roommate,right ,y/n?" Yeji teases ,nudging your ribs with her elbows.

You blush for the nth time today. "No. I'm going to have a normal study session with my best friend. Can y'all please not make everything about Johnny?" You huff.

You regret telling them about your fat ass crush on Johnny that one eventful night when you had so much alcohol that you couldn't even recognize your friends' faces as they carried you home. You should have just had apple juice or something.

Thankfully before the conversation could go on further , Lia pulls over in front of your apartment and you sigh in relief. "Yayy Home!" Ryujin chimes with fake enthusiasm as everyone gets down from the car.

Your shared bedroom with Lia is a little smaller than the bedroom that Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryong share but you've never had a problem with that. It's cute and warm and it reminds you of your room in your parents' house .

"I'll shower first." Lia declares as she grabs her towel and walks straight into the bathroom. You sigh,too tired to compete with her for a bath. You drop on your bed, nuzzling your face into the soft pillow ,feet dangling by the edge of your bed.

And by the time Yeji walks into your room to ask what you want for dinner, you are already passed out ,with the image of Johnny's breathtakingly gorgeous grin on your mind.

Have you ever watched those cheesy rom com movies where the male lead lives in a dorm with five other boys and their rooms are so clean you wouldn't find a single piece of clothing out of place?

Well, reality is a bit different from that.

You stand in front of Yuta's apartment door which he shares with Johnny , Mark, Taeyong and Taeil , after your flatmates drop you off and make their way for their night out . You shiver as the cool night air kisses your bare arms and you can only hope someone let's you into the apartment before you freeze to death.

"Oh,hey y/n! " Taeil opens door with a welcoming smile , gesturing you to walk inside.

"Hi, Taeil. Took you guys long enough. " you say shivering , narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.

The smell of burnt pancakes hits your nose the moment Taeil locks the door behind you and your gaze immediately shifts to the kitchen where Mark and Taeyong are trying to desperately save some burnt pancakes.

"Well can you blame me? " Taeil shrugs , eyeing the two boys .

"Figured. " You say as you make your way towards Yuta 's bedroom . You hear Mark and Taeyong yell a few ' Hi's ' and 'wassup's ' in your direction and you reply to them without looking back at their sorry faces.

Yuta's ( and Johnny's) room is like a second home for you. You don't often hang out here but there's a homely feeling in the warm colored curtains and the smell of Johnny's favorite perfume and Yuta's anime posters.

"Wrong room. Johnny is in the other room." Yuta comments when you enter the room and you throw your notes at him,earning a fake groan in response.

You sit on the edge of his chair , putting out your books and notes on his study table, while he sits in a far corner of his bed , his study material spread out in front of him.

Studying with Yuta is always turns out to be productive for you. You both rarely talk while studying , your minds completley immersed in the hastily written notes and the only sound in the room being the scratching of pens against paper.

Maybe this was one of the many reasons why you preferred to study with him in his room (and totally not beacuse of Johnny who you are yet to meet).

After two and a half hours of being knee deep into your books ,you finally slam the books shut and stretch your limbs,relief flushing over you after looking at the many topics you covered tonight. You mentally pat yourself in the back.

"You done?" Yuta asks when he sees you scrolling through your phone, humming a song you'd heard on radio the other night.

You nod,not looking up at him.

He's about to add something when you hear the sound of shuffling feet outside the door , followed by a series of soft knocks. There is only one man in this apartment who could knock on a door as tenderly as that.

"What do you want ,dickwad?" Yuta yells as he falls onto his pillows. You glare at him. He's taking away your chances of seeing Johnny tonight. "Y/n is busy!"

Johnny peeks in through the door , his jet black hair messy and damp as if he'd just walked out of a shower. He wears a grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants yet he manages to look like he'd walked straight out of a sportswear advertisement. God really has his favorites, doesn't he?

"Hey, y/n. " he says ,completely ignoring Yuta's less than appropriate remarks. You feel a warm feeling spread in your entire body , adrenaline coursing through your veins. He sends a soft smile in your direction , his eyes turning into crescent moons ,and it is enough to make you feel weak in the knees.

"Hi, Johnny. " you manage to reply and smile back , unlike most days.

Johnny's heart leaps at your response ,not expecting you to be any different from other days when you would reply his enthusiastic greetings with a cold shoulder. Guess today is his lucky day.

"I didn't mean to disturb you guys ,sorry. I just wanted to know if you'd like to have dinner with us. We're getting Sushi. " he asks ,rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes fall on the sunflower tattoo on his forearm and you have this sudden urge to wrap your arms around his slim waist and bury your face in his chest.

"Yes,sure,I guess. " you say with a slight chuckle.

"Aren't you gonna ask me,too ,Johnny?" Yuta chimes in ,pouting and batting his eyes at him. Johnny rolls his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up ,Nakamoto. " he huffs.

Johnny looks over at you again and in a tone very different from the one he just used on Yuta, he asks, "Are you okay with sushi? We can order something else if you want."

"Oh,I love sushi! Don't worry about it. "

Lies. You hate sushi more than anything else in the entire universe.

The sushi is a lot more digestible today than those million times when Jaehyun and Yuta took you out to eat (forcefully) sushi.

It still doesn't suit your taste buds but you could eat it without wanting to throw up,thanks to the company you have .

You and Johnny sit face to face on the dining table while Yuta sits beside Johnny and Taeil ,Mark and Taeyong are in front of the television, watching a game of football.

"Hmm..this is really so good." Yuta exclaims as he takes the last piece and stuffs it inside his mouth . Fat ass.

"I know right. How are you liking it, y/n?" Johnny asks , his eyes shifting to you. You feel as if you're melting under his gaze. As if his eyes were the sun and you were ice.

"It's good. Really good. " you reply with a chuckle, forcing the last piece down your throat with a sip of water.

An achievement.

You hear Yuta's phone go off ,vibrating in his pockets along with that annoying ringtone of his.

"Yeah,what?" He speaks into the phone. You figure out it's one of his classmates by the careless tone of his voice.

"What the fuck? Are you serious?" Yuta screams , his voice now laced with urgency. His eyes widen, "We have a class test tomorrow? How did I not know about this?"

You look over at your panic stricken best friend and so does Johnny . Your gazes meet and the two of you burst into giggles.

Yuta rolls his eyes at the both of you but doesn't say anything. He gets up from his seat ,his phone still attached to his ear.

"Johnny,my dude,please walk my best friend home. I can't trust the others. Please. " Yuta says to Johnny and disappears off to his room , and you know for sure that he's going to cram his notes till the next morning.

Yuta's words lingers in the air between you and Johnny and you find a sudden interest in the hem of the table cloth in front of you. You rub the cloth between your thumb and forefinger ,the muslin cloth's soft texture distracting you from Johnny's intimidating gaze.

"So,um..when would you like to go back home?" He asks , not being able to muster up the courage to look into your eyes.

You chuckle- you didn't mean to but the bubbling laughter erupted from your throat and reached your lips before you could even stop it.

"Why? Do you want me out of your abode so bad? " you tease.

You never tease Johnny. You never even joke around with him. You don't smile at him ,you don't chuckle at him. Yet here we are.

You were being very brave today and you hated to admit it , but you liked it.

Johnny's eyes widen at your unexpected response as you once again surprise him by not giving him a cold, careless response. His heart does a backflip.

You have your lips curved up in a smile and your eyes focused on him.

This feels like a dream, to both of you.

"No, no ,of course not. You can stay for as long as you like." He replies nervously.

You shake your head with a soft giggle, " Thank you for the offer but it's very late now. All of us have a busy day tomorrow so we should get going now. "

The night air is cooler now than it had been when you arrived at the boys apartment and you regret not wearing warmer clothes.

Johnny walks along with you on the sidewalk, his eyes drifting to look over you once in a while. He carries your bag in his because he insisted that a lady shouldn't have to carry so many things when he's right there.

"Why do you never talk to me unless I talk to you first? " Johnny asks in a small voice after a few minutes of leaving their apartment.

Your body stiffens at the question, your mind desperately trying to come up with a proper reply. You want to answer him , with all honesty , that you can't do many things that you want to because of your never ending fears. You want to go bungee jumping but you're afraid of heights , you want to talk to him first but you're afraid he won't share the same enthusiasm as you.

You were afraid of attachments and afraid of the unknown, both of which were complete opposites of the other.

"That's not true." You reply,trying to laugh it off.

He looks at you with sorrowful eyes, not quite returning your laugh. You feel your heart clench.

"Have I done anything to offend you ,y/n? If yes ,then please let me know because I really care about you and I would hate to disappoint you. " he says.

The streets are quite and calm and for a moment, it is only you and Johnny in this vast universe - his beautiful black eyes and your warm cheeks , his tousled hair and your nervous hands.

"No ,you haven't disappointed me. It's just...that we're in a big friend circle and it's not possible to ,you know ,be close with everyone. "

That is a pathetic excuse, y/n, you tell yourself.

His lips curve up in a small smile now, the worried wrinkles from the corner of his eyes disappearing.

"We can be, y /n. Of course we can. Shall we start from now on then?" He replies , enthusiastically, thrusting his hand in your direction.

Your heart thumps at a speed faster than the speed of light as you decide whether or not to shake his perfectly shaped, veiny,soft hand.

You're afraid of attachments.

But you're also madly in love with Johnny Suh.

You take his hand.

It is late in the evening at your college and you know for sure that you'll be bashed the moment you step into the auditorium .

After classes got over ,you had promised Lia that you'd help with the food stalls allotation and decoration but you ended up staying back with your swim team ,discussing strategies for the final competition day , hence causing your delay.

You look over at Johnny who stands outside the auditorium door , helping the decorating team with some posters and flyers.

"Mark is mad." he says when he sees you rushing towards the door, struggling with all the books and posters and ribbons in your hands.

You sigh, " I know, goddamn it."

He opens the door without saying anything and walks behind you into the auditorium, much to your surprise.

You see Mark standing by the stage , letting out frustrated noises and pointing at random decorations which didn't need fixing but according to him they did. Oh , boy,was he mad.

"Mark, " you jog towards him, trying to get a proper hold of things you are carrying before you find a table to dump them on.

"Gosh,y/n! You are an hour and a half late! We have so much to do and only ten days are left!" He yells at you,pointing at his wrist watch.

You squeeze your eyes shut to lessen the impact of his annoyingly loud voice.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I was with the team and well..we lost track of time. I'm so sorry again ,okay? I'll get to work right now. " you say,standing in front of the angry,tiny man in front of you.

You arch your back, trying to hold on to the things in your arms without letting anything fall onto the ground. You had one too many things to carry and sadly only two hands.

"I'll get that for you." You feel two hands grab your things from behind,the arms going over your shoulders and taking the chart papers and ribbons from your hold.

And you don't even have to look back to know that it is Johnny. You have him memorised by heart - from the color of his eyes to the softness of his fingertips, from his soothing, honey like voice to his smell. He's like a book you've read a fair amount of times yet ,you never seem to get tired of it.

"Thank you. " you manage to reply through the loud sound of your heartbeat and gushing of blood in your ears.

You almost miss the warmth of his body when he walks away to put your things on the table .

You know what , " Mark starts. He looks like he's about to throw up. On you. "Just get back to work. Ew. Fuck. Y'all really getting handsy in front of my innocent eyes."

You look at him with wide eyes. "Hey, we were not - "

And if Ryujin had not interrupted you at that moment, you'd have beaten the hell out Mark Lee ; not because he had accused you of doing something you didn't do but because he had triggered a part of your imagination you didn't even know you had.

It is on the same night that Yeji makes you sit on the auditorium floor and color the huge college logo they had been outlining since the morning , while half of the squad goes out to buy some cheap dinner and cold drinks and the other half is working outside the auditorium.

"I can't believe you are leaving me alone in this huge auditorium. " you mutter when Yeji jogs towards the door to join the others. So much for being friends since childhood.

"We'll be back in fifteen to twenty minutes, y/n. " she replies. " or do you want me to call Johnny to keep you company in this huge ,empty auditorium?"

You roll your eyes at her,hoping she's joking about it. But apparently not because within two minutes , you see Johnny walking up towards you.

His presence as if automatically puts a smile on your face ,like flipping on a light switch. You usually tense up on seeing him but from the last few days, things have been different, better even.

"Woah,this looks so cool." He says as he sits across from you, a pen and notepad in his hands. He smiles at you with so much sincerity that it takes everything in you to not throw yourself at him and press a kiss to his dimples.

"I know. But I'm afraid my poor coloring skills are going to ruin it. " you comment. You dip the brush in your hands into the bowl of water sitting beside you.

"I'm sure it'll be good. It looks good already." He replies, his voice laced with fascination. You giggle at his words , as you stretch your hands and back, groaning from all the pent up tension in your joints. Something you wouldn't have dared to do in front of him a few weeks ago.

Johnny laughs. " I can help you if you want . You can rest till the others come back. " You don't even think twice before agreeing.

As long as he's near you , it doesn't matter.

He comes up to sit by your side ,grabbing the paint brush and starting to fill colors into the blank spaces. With his eyes focused on the picture , you sit back and take in the view in front of you. The long sleeves of his tshirt are rolled upto the elbow, exposing the veins on his forearm. There is dirt and dust on his pants from all the work he's been doing today and then your eyes fall on his face, absorbing the handsome features god had bestowed him with. You notice a few strands of longer hair falling over his forehead, covering his eyes as he struggles to remove them with his non dominant hand. And before you can stop yourself , your fingers find their way to his forehead, pushing his hair away softly.

"Thanks,y/n." He says with a shy smile, the undeniable shine in his eyes almost makes you see a ray of hope - that Johnny Suh might be harboring the same feelings for you that you do for him. Your heart swells with excitement.

And without even realizing it, you feel yourself find comfort in his warm presence.

Your middle school maths teacher had once told you that time passes in the blink of an eye when there's an imminent danger at the end of the line and truly so ,the next few days fly pass by like wind and you soon find yourself running from place to place to make sure all finishing touches are done.

"Did you check out the pool areas and basketball bleachers? " Jaehyun asks, as you two make your way to the auditorium where Mark and Ryunin were to hold a last group meeting before tomorrow's big day. "Yeah. I did. Twice." You reply, stressing on the last word. Jaehyun heaves a tired sigh and you two turn a corner to walk toward the auditorium.

Your heart rate picks up when you see a familiar face standing in front of the door, leaning against a pillar. And you find your lips automatically stretching into a smile. "What is he doing outside ? Is the meeting over? " Jaehyun asks when he notices Johnny.

You shrug , "Don't know."

Oh,but you do know why he's outside ; this has now become an unsaid tradition between you two to wait for the other during group meetings. Johnny didn't acknowledge it,neither did you, but it was there, as distinct as Mark Lee's voice.

He sees you and his face breaks into a grin, his cheeks flushed and heart racing just like yours. And it makes the light at the end of the tunnel shine brighter.

"Is the meeting over yet?" Jaehyun asks Johnny, you following close behind.

"No,not even started." Johnny replies and then turns to you, his eyes burning into yours. " And Y/n and I have been instructed to buy tonight's dinner so we I'll borrow her for a while."

Your eyes widen at the new information but you see Jaehyun shrug and walk inside as if it weren't a big deal - but it was, you will be out alone with Johnny and it was making you feel sick , in a good way.

"Shall we get going?" He asks you ,cocking his eyebrows playfully.

You nod ,trying to hide your red cheeks. And he sees them.

You've been into his car only a a few times , most of which you don't remember because either you were too drunk or too sleepy to register what was happening around you. This is the first time you are actually inside his car,mind and body, sitting in the passenger's seat and taking in Johnny's smell that lingers in every corner of the car.

You notice how tidy the car looks,the clean seats and windows, no extra tissues lying here and there, no money receipts crushed into seat pockets, his car is everything Lia's isn't. The drive to the convenient store is short and silent - except for a few glances you both steal at each other without the other knowing.

"What should we get? Instant noodles or something else?" He asks you as you two look around the different aisles, walking close together that you didn't even realise your shoulder was pressed to his arm till he stopped abruptly in front of the fridge.

You clear your throat, "Let's get instant noodles. That's what they eat always anyway."

He nods and you grab enough instant noodles and drinks for your entire squad and soon find yourself back in the car with him.

You settle yourself into the seat as he climbs into the driver's seat,looking apparently angry, his eyebrows knitted and mouth turned into a frown.

"What's wrong? " you ask him ,concerned.

He looks over at you , with a small, guilty smile on his lips. He shakes his head , "Nothing. It's a ridiculous thought I had suddenly. "

"Come on ,tell me ." You whine , hitting his arm softly, "I'm sure its not a ridiculous thought. "

His smile widens but he doesn't answer ,instead he just leans toward you, Your faces just inches apart. If you were nervous before now you are completely sure you're about to lose your mind. You had imagined these scenarios in your head many times before ,but if truth be told, it feels way better in real life. The close proximity of your bodies , mixed breathings and his intense eyes staring at you like you're his favorite pizza, like you're a sunday morning after a very tiring week , like you're a beautiful flower in the middle of a field of weeds.

"W-what?" You stutter nervously. He chuckles , stretching his hand out to reach for the seatbelt and pull it across your body and then locks it tightly.

"It is a very , very ridiculous thought,y/n." he whispers. He is still leaning so close to you and you know for sure that if you weren't sitting already ,your knees would have given up below you.

"I'm sure it's not." You mumble but you're not sure if he hears you.

When you reach the auditorium, you find your friends sprawled on the floor, some playing with their phones and some having a mid college existential crisis.

"Guys,we're back. " Johnny announces enthusiastically as he runs towards the group, all of their faces lighting up when they see the food your hands.

But you feel far away from them, like you are there but your heart is not,like your heart has been left behind in Johnny's car,covered in his scent and his intoxicating gaze.

"Y/n, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? " Lia points out that night , lying on her bed with her blanket wrapped around her body. You shrug and let out a fake ass shit giggle, "No, I'm just nervous...for tomorrow, you know."

"Don't be. I'm sure you'll do great and even if you don't, we have an after party to wash all your sorrows away. " she says with an excited smile.

"Oh wow,that's great. " you reply with another fake chuckle.

Oh wow, you'll have to be around Johnny the whole day tomorrow. You are not sure if you are ready to see him yet.

Lia narrows her eyes at you but let's it slip,and you're thankful for that ,for you wouldn't know what to tell her when she insists on knowing your thoughts.

Could anyone blame you though, you'd had an almost moment with your crush. How could anyone expect you to be okay right now?

The weather prediction for today was sunny with a few clouds , but if only anyone could have prepared you for what you were going to see the moment you stepped into the college campus.

You'd felt jealous before , no lie there. You remember the time you saw Johnny hanging out with Yeri, one of your juniors, and laughing with her like there's no tomorrow and you had never wanted to annihilate a human so bad . You hate being jealous. You hate the burning of your heart in your chest ,the accumulation of sweat on your palms, the warm,angry breaths you push out from your nostrils.

"Who is that?" You sound like a bad , jealous female character from a drama when you ask that question but you cannot help yourself anymore. Not when you see a girl from another college running into your Johnny's arms ,giggling like a little girl .

"I-I honestly don't know. He never told us about any girl ." Taeyong says as he looks at your exasperated expression and then at Johnny's excited face. Taeyong is almost angry at Johnny for hurting his friend.

"Yea,he only ever talked about you ." Jaehyun adds from beside you.

But it didn't seem like that from where you stood. You see Johnny wrap his arm around the girl and crush her in his embrace, just how he'd crushed your heart into a million pieces. Something as fragile and previous as your heart and he decided to play with it? Why did he act all nice and sweet to you when he already had another woman in his life? Why did he give you hope only to leave you in the dark?

"Come on , y/n. Don't overthink about it. I'm sure she's just a friend." Taeyong says ,softly tugging at your arm to move you away from that scene.

Taeyong and Jaehyun, in reality, were shocked too. They had never heard Johnny talk about any girl in that way but you. They were sure one day or other,you'd end up together. They were as surprised (and disappointed) as you were.

"Has he ever told you that he liked me? Even once?" Your voice cracks as you feel your eyes fill with tears. "Maybe she's not just a friend. "

Jaehyun rubs your back comfortingly, worried about how he'll have to handle Yuta when he finds out Johnny broke his best friend's heart. Gosh,its going to be a world war.

"He has never openly said anything about liking you ,but he did talk about you a lot. Even until yesterday...we were sure he liked you,dude." Taeyong says .

You shake your head, "If he did like me ,he'd have told you guys. He doesn't and that's the end of it."

And although it shatters your ego , you look away from the pair and walk toward the swimming pool complex where your team awaits you.

When you enter the pool area, Taeyong and Jaehyun immediately run toward the audience to be with the others.

And you find your gang-sans Johnny- waving at you from the audience as you walk up to the registration desk and put in your name.

Your heart feels so heavy ,like those dumbbells that Yuta uses ,but a thousand times more heavier. You have no desire or energy to swim anymore. You just want to lie in bed and cry your heart out.

But sadly you didn't have much of an option..

"Good luck, y/l/n. Go easy on the opponents." Your coach tells you with a chuckle. You force a smile as you nod. Talk about overestimating one's skills.

You enter the changing room and quickly strip off all your clothes ,leaving you in your tight Speedo swimsuit . You tie your hair in a ponytail and are about to head out when someone bumps into you ,quite roughly to be frank.

"Watch out ,girl,jeez. " you mutter to her,rubbing your sides.

The jealousy from a few minutes ago comes back but this time not in the form of drizzle, this time it's a whole storm.

It's the same girl from before, the one with Johnny.

"I'm so sorry. " the girl says ,looking back at you with an apologetic look.

She's pretty,you realize. Long black hair and a mole under her eye ,she looks like she could be a model in training somewhere. Long eyelashes , a slim waist and perfectly smooth looking skin ,she has everything you ever wanted ,including Johnny Suh. She's pretty ,prettier than you at least.

"What's your name?" You don't want to know that name ,yet those words spill out of your mouth.

"I'm Joy. From the performing arts college." She thrusts her hand towards you for a handshake. " and you?"

"I'm y/n. " you reply ,the frown on your lips never once leaving .

"You're swimming too ,right? It's going to be great!" She says.

"Yeah,its going to be really great. " you take her hand.

You can't have Johnny ,but at least you can have the trophy.

The four basic stroke races get over within the first one hour of the competition and needless to say ,by the time the relay race was announced , you had three gold medals already in your possession.

"Relax your body." Your coach tells your team of girls while you stand in line,ready for the relay race to begin. "Y/n, since you're going last , put in all your energy. We need to win this last round to get the grand trophy."

Directly in front of you, you see your two other teammates stand and stretch their arms by the pool’s edge , their faces bright with a hint of excitement and nervousness. Beside them ,you see Joy and her other pretty friend getting for the race too. With her tight red swimsuit and perfectly done forearm tattoo , she has everyone's attention on her. And you bet that everyone in the audience was rooting for her.

You nod at your coach's words while he turns around to speak with your partner as you once again look at your new mortal enemy, your teeth gritting unconsciously and your gaze turning more into a glare.

"Yayyy!!! Y/n,let's get it!" You hear your friends cheer from and you giggle for the first since this stupid day began. Mark ,Yuta and Taeyong are cheering for you on top of their lungs while the girls are holding posters with your name written on them . You wonder when they had the time to make them. And the rest of the guys are clapping their hands like there's no tomorrow.

Everyone except Johnny.

He sits in between Mark and Haechan, his eyes practically glued to your frame and your eyes meet his for an annoyingly long second, he smiles at you and mouths 'best of luck .'

You look away from him ,your body burning with rage. So now he's going to pretend to know you? Or maybe he wasn't waving at you at all,maybe he is just looking at Joy and your self absorbed mind assumed that he was looking at you? Possibilities are infinite but time is not; time is very precious.

"You guys have to win okay?" You hear the coach say one last time , before patting you on your heads and walking away.

Somewhere behind you ,you hear a stand by whistle go off and your team mates on the opposite side immediately walk up on the platform.

"On your marks."

Thump.

"Get , set."

Thump.

"Go!"

The race starts off pretty smoothly, your teammate cutting through the water as if this is everything she'd ever known ,her speed unmatched with anyone else's. And when she reaches your side,your partner immediately jumps off into the water , the steady speed still maintained.

The next few seconds pass fleet away in the blink of an eye and soon your turn comes up ,you realize, as you climb up to the platform ,bending over to take a diving position.

And when your body hits the water ,you feel all the anger ,rage, sadness, envy being channeled into strength and energy. Your body moves against the waves like that it what it was meant to be doing ; not running, not walking but swimming.

Your ears block out all noises around you,your mind focusing on nothing but the finish line.

And the very second your hand touches the wall on the opposite side , your body relaxes and your head pops out of the water like a cork. The audience erupts into claps and cheers and whistles and your name being repeated on everyone's tongue.

Panting and smiling and fist pumping together at the same time is tiring but you do it anyway.

After all,you'd just won your team the swimming trophy.

You feel a little light headed but it doesn't affect you at all ; you had proven yourself in front of your friends and teachers once again .

Johnny and His lovely Joy can go eat shit for all you care. ( you do care about Johnny , you're just being stupid rn)

"I'm so proud of you , baby !" Ryujin helps you up from the pool while the other girls engulf you in a hug ,not minding the fact that your entire body is dripping wet with the chlorinated pool water.

The guys arrive shortly after and Yuta presses a loving kiss on your head, "Congratulations, bitch."

But amongst the crowd of people surrounding you, the pats on your back and side hugs,the happy faces congratulating you, you feel almost empty. Like something was missing. Like the last piece of an almost completed puzzle .

Your eyes scan the people around you , looking for none other than Johnny and when you finally spot him, your heart breaks even more as if it already wasn't completely smashed into tiny pieces .

Joy has tears of failure running down her face and Johnny brushes them away with his thumbs, her head finding a comfortable place on his shoulders.

You'd always wondered what it must feel like to be in such an intimate situation with Johnny. You had wanted to experience it ,first hand , but by the looks of it, that might never happen.

Beacuse you winning the competition is not more important than Joy losing it.

Beacuse you are not more important than Joy.

"What do you mean you don't want to go to the after party? " Yuta has been hanging out with Mark way too much, you think. His voice is almost,if not more, as loud and annoying as Mark's now.

"I don't feel very good. Can you please drop me home? Then you guys can go and have fun." You reply, not quite looking at your best friend. You're afraid he'd be able to read through you , just how he always does.

"This is not about you , is it? It's about Johnny. Taeyong and Jaehyun told me." There he goes.

"Think whatever you want. I just want to be alone for a while, please." You say.

He pauses the music playing in the car, tugging at the sleeve of your tshirt.

The image of Johnny and Joy flash in your mind ,still fresh even though it happened a almost five hours ago. You remember how tenderly Johnny had held her and how lovingly Joy had stared at him.

“I really thought he liked me ,you know. I don’t even blame him right now. I should have known better than to get attached,break my oath of forever maintaining distance from him. “ you speak in a hoarse voice, the lump in your throat growing painfully.

Yuta stares at you for a few seconds,then shakes his head with his eyes on the car dashboard, “Its not your fault either, y/n. All of us thought he liked you too.”

You see Yuta take out the keys from his pocket and the pretty,yellow flower keychain attached with it.Johnny had given him that on his last birthday,you recall.

Your eyes drift to various places in the car, from the blue heart sticker on the mirror, to the bills stacked into the pockets, the empty cold drink bottles and the smell of lavender spray in the air, everything reminds you of the man you were trying so hard not to think about.

You start softly crying.

"Y/n, goddamnit, you won the completion! You are our swimming champion. And you helped us organize this event too. You're today's star. Would you really let that asshole ruin it?" Yuta demands,passing over a tissue to you.

The words ' that asshole ' stick with you , stinging your heart which was still in love with Johnny but you don’t say anything. Yuta was only trying to make you feel better.

Not earning a reply from you,he groans,"I don't care what you want ,y/n. We're going to the after party at Haechan's family farm house and staying there tonight. That's Final. " he declares , turning the key and you hear the car engine revving.

"I'll cry if I see him. " you pout,sniffing.

"Don't worry, if he makes you cry,I'll kill him.." Yuta replies as you drive off to Haechan's farm house.

The entire drive, your mind keeps playing the moments you were trying so hard to forget and you hated it. So,so much. You felt like a prisoner in your own mind.

Yesterday night , in the car,when Johnny leaned down towards you, you could have sworn that he was in love with you.

But now, not as much.

You wonder if Joy had felt special when he comforted her ,because you sure as hell would have. You would have held him like the earth was ending today and he was only thing that could keep you alive.

"We're here. " Yuta announces as you pull over in front of the huge mansion just a little away from your college campus.

You have been here many times before so the beauty of the house doesn't baffle you anymore but your eyes do go wide in realization of how rich Haechan's family really is. Every damn time.

As you step out of the car , your sneakers squeaking against the ground beneath you, you can already hear the loud music coming from the lawn and the smell of barbecued food and alcohol makes you almost want to enjoy the party.

"You're late,y/n!" A very drunk Doyoung walks towards you ,Taeil waddling behind him with two glasses of vodka shots in his hands.

"I know I'm sorry. I hope I didn't miss much." you say ,slightly embarrassed at the fact that you almost skipped the party.

They both hug you tightly as you wince from the strong smell of alcohol, "Congratulations ,sweetheart!" Taeil slurs while Doyoung sings, " we are the champion ~" on the top of his lungs.

"Gosh,yeah,thanks guys." you push their intoxicated bodies away with Yuta's help and make your way towards the lawn where your friends sit around a bonfire , dancing ,singing ,talking ,having the time of their lives. You find yourself smiling a little on seeing at their happy faces. Your eyes roam around the group until they find Johnny , eating roasted marshmallows from a small plate and your first instinct is almost to say ' hi ' but you remember Joy and how painfully sweet they were with each other and you revert your eyes from him the moment he looks in your direction. Your heart paces rapidly, yearning for his attention but you know you wouldn't get it ,no matter what, so you walk inside the house, into the kitchen to grab something for yourself.

"That piece of shit Yeji burnt the meat." Chaeryong complains to you as she volunteers to fill your plate with food. You wonder how many more such swimming competitions you'd have to win for your friends to be this generous with you everyday. "Thank god Taeil saved it before he got horribly drunk." , she adds.

You giggle a little.

All of a sudden, you feel a tap on your shoulder and when you turn around , you are filled with dread. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect this.

" Hey,y/n. Congratulations on winning the trophy!" Johnny says with a bright smile.

As if you give two shits about it, you find yourself thinking for a split second. You look up at the tall man towering over you,smiling like he didn't butcher your heart earlier. He wears a warm grey hoodie with his favorite and probably only pair of blue jeans. His hair is slicked backwards ,exposing the forehead you'd often wait so eagerly to see. His signature cologne makes you feel weak , and if you weren't sober ,you knew things would have gone down pretty quick.

But you can't be rude to him - you could never be rude to him even if you wanted to.

"Thanks." You mutter in a small voice,taking the plate from Chaeryong.

Johnny furrows his eyebrows at your dull reaction and then eyes Chaeryong as if to ask what happened. She shrugs and awkwardly walks away from you two.

Brilliant. Now you have to face Johhny alone.

"Is something wrong,y/n?" He asks ,his concerned voice sending shivers down your body.

You shake your head, "No. Why do you ask?" You look around the place to look for your best friend. Where's he when you need him the most?

Johnny leans over closer to you. "You were ignoring me during the competition but I shrugged it off. And now you're acting like that again. " he says ,his breath fanning for against the side of your face, "I must have done something. "

You want to push him away but as shameless as it sounds , you were enjoying this attention he was giving you and even more than that, you were enjoying how physically close he was to you.

But it didn't mean you would forgive him. Or Joy for that matter.

"Why should you care," you chuckle sarcastically , "I'm not Joy. So don't bother."

Change of mind - maybe you could be rude to him if you tried really,really hard.

His face twists in further confusion.

" How do you know her? And why is she in this conversation again?" He asks,now softly pushing you against the kitchen counter , his hands on either side of you. He has you trapped ,literally.

You sigh, trying to hide the burning of your cheeks and the drying of your throat. You can't let your guard down. "I saw you...with her in the morning. Hugging, staring at each other like you saw the galaxy in each other's eyes. " you huff , your heart heavy from the pain that memory brings.

Johnny laughs , a deep, genuine laughter,erupting from his throat fills the kitchen. You feel like you were walking in the same tunnel again, Johnny waiting for you at the end with a source of light in his hands.

"Are you perhaps ," he leans in closer to your face, just like last night in the car ,"jealous?"

Of course you were jealous. You had always been jealous of anyone who was privileged enough to enjoy Johnny's extremely pleasant company ,especially in your absence.

" No. " Liar.

He presses his lips together in a line ,as if trying to suppress a smile.

"Then why are you turning red like a tomato?" He asks.

You turn your face away from him ,trying to move away from his grasp but he gently puts his index finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

"Y/n, Joy is my cousin." he says. Guilt punches you in the stomach like your stomach were a punching bag and the guilt was a boxer,strong and determined. You feel the blood pulsating in your ears ,in your throat ,in your temples. "I am not dating her or seeing her or whatever you think I'm doing with her. "

You look down at your feet but he makes you look at him again "I'm sorry." You mutter

"Do you remember last night I told you I had some useless thoughts?" He asks you ,his right hand now wrapping around your waist.

You nod your head ,the shame and guilt of falsely accusing him and Joy of something they never did not allowing you to look directly into his eyes.

"This is what I wanted to do. " he pulls your chin closer ,as you stand on your tip toes. Your faces were just so close ,you could feel his lips brush past yours, "May I?" He breathes.

You only find a small whisper to reply him with, "Yes. "

The feeling of his lips pressing against yours was something even your imagination couldn't have prepared you for. His soft, tender touch mixed with the urgency of the kiss made it feel even more surreal than it already was. Your noses glide against each other as he presses you closer and closer till there was no ' closer ' left. He held you firmly by the waist and your hands found their way around his neck as you depended the kiss,your tongues touching and breaths matching each other. You could feel the taste of the marshmallows from earlier and your stomach feels all giddy and excited.

And by the time you both pull away, you are panting, struggling to catch your breath as he supports your body against the counter.

"I like you ,y/n. I always have. I just didn't know how to approach you. " he says , brushing a few hair strands away from your forehead, "And I'm so sorry for making you upset today."

You giggle a little, confused whether to reply to his confession or accept his apology.

You decide to do both. " I like you ,too,Johnny Suh. So much. " you lean your forehead on his ," and it's fine. You didn't mean to make me feel bad ,I was being paranoid. I'm sorry too. "

Johnny pulls away to look at you ,his swollen lips curved into a heartwarming smile.

"I bet you looked cute while being jealous." He says , pecking your nose softly.

You don't reply ; instead you stare at his eyes, your heart pumping out these overwhelming emotions that you couldn't quite understand yet but liked it nevertheless. Your eyes shine like the sky on a cloudless night,making his knees feel like jelly and butterflies erupting in his stomach. At that moment , you realise that it was your eyes wherein he found his galaxy , his sun and stars - not Joy, not any other woman - it was always been you.

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Let’s Talk About Sex III

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: A sexually frustrated virgin? What’s a girl to do….

A/N: Hey yall!!! Wow, SO many directions this chapter could have gone in and I had a hell of a time trying to pick one. Some of this was based off a conversation I had with my good sis @middlegroundd so shoutout to her for helping be bounce my erratic flowing ideas off of her! Thank you all for sticking around and waiting patiently for this chapter, and thank you to the people who checked up and inquired about this series, I love that you all love it. Hoping this part doesn’t disappoint, still more to come!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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It had been an entire week since the embarrassing night where you’d almost died from getting head, and the long days of sexual depravation were starting to get to you.

After you and Erik patched up your emotional misunderstanding, he had reduced you to forehead kisses and PG cuddle sessions, almost acting like he was too afraid to touch you now that he’d witnessed first hand your lungs limited capabilities.

For the first three days you’d embraced it, using the opportunity to continue building on the emotional foundation you’d created together. It was always easiest when you were physically close to one another, needing the connection to help keep you grounded and remind you of just how real your feelings were for one another.

You had never really been one for much physical affection in the past, so it completely caught you off guard the first time Erik ever wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, caressing your shoulders. You liked it.

You’d been at the strawberry festival (an event you practically begged Erik to go with you to), and you’d just finished visiting all the food booths, snagging yourselves some delicious strawberry nachos paired with a couple pints of strawberry beer, passing the delicacy between the two of you.

You dipped your finger into the fluffy mountain of whipped cream, swiping it onto his nose and then turning away quickly, popping your finger into your mouth and acting as if nothing happened. You bite down on your index, barely holding in your giggles as you sneak a peek at him, and see his eyebrows raised high with shocked expression on his face.

Your laughing fit takes over you, and you throw your head back and bark a hearty chuckle, so distracted that you almost run into a fence with displays of keychains hanging from it.

Erik catches you by the elbow at the last second, pulling you into him, your soft body bouncing against his hard chest as you catch your balance.

“Uh-huh, that’s what your silly ass gets,” he teases you with a toothy smile, the whipped cream still painted on his face making him look like a goof.

You scoff back playfully, gaze lingering on his handsome face, and before you can catch yourself you lean up on your tippy toes and lick his nose, catching some of the white sweetness on your tongue. You lick your lips tastily before realization of what you’d done hits you, and your eyes go wide in fear and embarrassment.

“Umm- I-” you stutter, words caught in your throat as your mind tries to come up with an excuse for why you just oddly licked this mans nose like a puppy.

“Wassup?” He watches you funnily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.

“You tryna taste me, babygirl?” He nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Your face gets hot and you shake your head wildly in denial.

“No! I- I-”

“It’s alright if you were, princess. I’m tryna taste you too.” He bites his lip, winking at you, and even though you can’t feel your face, you’re pretty sure your soft brown cheeks are fire engine red and your mouth is agape.

His eyes switch between yours for a second, soaking in your expression before his own eyes squint together adorably, and he let’s out a cheek aching laugh that makes your heart do funny things.

He tries to mush his sugary face into yours, and you squeal, holding him off with a hand pressed against his chest, feeling something beneath his shirt. You stop, fingers wandering curiously over his pecs, feeling the strange textured ridges with your fingertips before you feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you.

You pull your hand back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly look up at him, trying at a half smile.

He catches your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss those same finger tips, rubbing them along his lips.

“Don’t ever apologize about being curious with me,” he tells you, giving your a knuckles a charming kiss.

You feel a blush prick at your cheeks from the sweetness of his statement, and you roll your eyes at him before slapping a napkin on his face.

“Cute ass…” you mutter, and he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the sticky substance.

You walk off towards the bathroom, feeling his hand wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, surprising you and making you stutter in your steps. You feel the warmth of his embrace and the subtle scent of his body wash, and for the first time ever you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You’d never done this “cuddling” thing before, but here, wrapped in his arms, you’d never felt a feeling so… nice.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you twirl a curl around your finger as you sit and reminisce, a lazy smile forming on your lips.

You were so in love, and boy, it showed. You were ready to take that love to the next level, too, but first: some maintenance.

You lean over and open the bottom drawer of your sink cabinet, reaching in to collect the small black case that held your electric razor.

You place it on the counter, unzipping the pouch and pulling out the necessary items; the razor, the one inch guide, and the small cleaning brush for after you finished.

Erik was currently at the gym with a few of his buddies, so it gave you the perfect amount of time to give yourself a quick shave before hopping in the shower and throwing on the brand new Fenty lingerie that’d just arrived in the mail yesterday.

You were tired of waiting and you were ready to blow Erik’s mind and seduce him into ravaging you the way you wanted him to. The way you needed him to. You were no delicate little flower, and you wanted him to know that.

You shimmy out of your shorts and panties, stepping out of the garments pooled around your feet and grabbing up the razor.

You click the guide in place, double checking to make sure its secure, and you step into the tub, lifting your foot up to prop it on the edge of the pretty white acrylic bath.

You make a quick few swipes on your phone to play one of your Spotify alternative rock playlists and turn on the razor, the music helping drown out the incessant buzzing.

You get down to work, opening your legs wide and spreading and pulling your lower lips taut to help you get the right angle. You hum along to the lyrics of Pierce The Veil’s ‘Hold On Till May’, letting the somber music dull your senses and help you to concentrate.

You were halfway done with one side when you hear the click of the door latch, Erik’s voice following close behind.

“Hey baby, have you seen the Epsom sal-”

You shriek in surprise, your hands flying up to your mouth, the razor falling from your grip and clattering against the bottom of the tub, sliding against the sides before settling in the middle.

Erik’s eyes go wide and his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes zeroed in at your half shaven mound, mouth stuck in a wide “O”.

Your hands fly down to your lady parts to cover yourself, your ears hot and burning.

“Don’t you knock anymore?! Get the hell out!” you scream at him, your voice wavering. You swear you could cry right now. Why God? Why did you have to be so cruel?

Erik doesn’t budge, and for what feels like hours you both just stand there, looking at each other, with nothing but the sound of soft rock and the continuous rattle of the razor still dancing against the tub floor.

Erik finally comes to his senses and he blinks his eyes a couple times, turning away to give you some privacy, still saying nothing.

You grab the shower curtain and close it, turning to bend down and grab the razor, finally turning it off.

“What the fuck bruh? Why it take you so fucking long to turn around?” you yell at him, and the aggressiveness in your voice helps to mask the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes that were making you sound a little choked up.

You don’t mean to be talking at him like he was just anybody, but you were angry and embarrassed, again, and you felt humiliated.

You grab a wash cloth from of the shower rack and turn on the tub faucet, rinsing it and your body clean of the pubic hair that peppered it.

Erik was still in the corner facing the wall silently, and you could see him fidgeting nervously with something in from of him.

You finish up and pull down one of the towels hung over the rail, wrapping it around your bottom half.

Opening the shower curtain you step back out, digging your toes into the rug and wiping them off. Erik finally turns around to look at you, his mouth back in working condition.

“I’m sorry Y/N - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t cut yourself, did you? I - I was just tryna…”

“It’s alright, Erik,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes. Your irritation had subsided a bit after your mini shower, and you felt a lot better now that you were covered up a little.

You reach down to collect your shorts and underwear, ready to put them back on again when Erik stops you, pushing your hands away with one of his own.

It’s then that you realize now that his hand was no longer in front of his waist that he had a massive hard on, one that he was failing to cover up with the remaining hand.

“Are… are you hard right now?” you ask him, your mind completely blown.

You were not expecting that. At all.

“I um…” he chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head, staring at the floor.

“I didn’t meant to, you just…” his eyes trails up to fixate on the skin of your exposed calves, lingering there for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.

He clears his throat, trying again.

“You just looked so fucking good…” he whispers out the last few words “… and I wasn’t expecting it,” his voice gets a little louder again, “ and then you got mad and you started yelling, and then it really started to just…” he gestured to his third appendage between his legs, voice trailing off in bashfulness.

You can see his dimples start to show as he smiles a little in embarrassment, eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He takes a deep breath, blowing it out before finishing his little confession. “You’re just so goddamn sexy to me.” His gaze slowly moves from your feet all the way up to your face, admiring your frame, and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

You stand there with the towel wrapped around your waist, head tilted as you study Erik in disbelief. He must’ve really been feeling the effects of this week just as much as you were if this was his response to walking in on you shaving your cat.

Once again, Erik Stevens had managed to turn what you thought was a mortifying experience into something so… normal. And, in this case: sexy.

You decide not to waste any time and use this moment to your advantage. You were still horny, after all.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your mouth turns up into an adorable little mischievous smile, one that Erik can always spot from a mile away.

“You think I’m sexy, Stevens?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.

He bites his lip, taking a lazy step in your direction as he looks down at the floor, shrugging.

“Yeah, you cute or whateva I guess,” he says nonchalantly, and you laugh, punching him in the shoulder and making him chuckle.

“Nah, you think I’m gorgeous, you want to hug me,” you start dancing around him in a circle in a silly manner, quoting Gracie Hart from Miss Congeniality. “You want to love me, you want to smooch me,” you keep on singing, and Erik’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your cute ass childish antics, grabbing your waist from behind and pulling you into him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, smushing sloppy kisses into your cheek as he rocks your bodies back and forth, groaning into your skin.

“Mm… I wanna do allll of that,” he mutters, pulling at the knot in the towel, “and so much more…”

You’re focused on his lips nibbling away at your skin, but when the cold air hits your lower portion you yelp, grabbing at the towel and wrapping yourself back up tightly.

“Wait! Right now?” you remember the semi mullet situation you had going on down south due to being so rudely interrupted, and your eyes go wide. “Like, right now right now?!” No way were you letting him see that. Well, not again, at least.

“Girl, don’t act like you ain’t been tryna drop hints at me since Thursday. I be seeing them short ass skirts and shit you be wearing when we go out, showing off them sexy ass legs in them fishnets. Lucky I don’t spank that ass for showing off like that,” he bites at your neck.

You laugh flippantly at his threat, pushing him off you.

“Boy, bye. If I wanna prance around in short ass skirts in public then I’mma prance around in short ass skirts in public and ain’t shit you can do about it. Try again.”

You shut him down quick. You’d be damned if this nigga was gonna try to interfere with your dress game, especially after you’d finally been able to find the perfect skater skirts and dresses that actually covered your ass and looked flattering. Plus, summer just started, and you were not about to go back to wearing jeans and sweatpants in this heat.

He takes note of your response, storing it in the back of his mind for later. It might not be today, but he was going to teach you about showing that ass of yours, his ass, off to other people. He’d make sure it’d be a lesson you never forget.

“Uh-huh. Keep that same energy,” is the only comment he makes on the subject, and he walks over to the toilet seat, flipping the top down and sitting on it, patiently waiting.

“Soo, wassup? Why you so shy all of a sudden, little Miss Vixen,” he bites his tongue at that, grinning snidely at you.

“By the way, ya Fenty Lingerie came in the mail yesterday. Very sexy, I might add,” he winks at you, and your jaw drops.

Dammit! That was supposed to be a surprise! It was impossible trying to hide things from this nigga, even in your own goddamn apartment.

You point a finger at him, eyes narrowed. “You gon learn to stop going through my shit, dammit.”

He points a finger right back, eyeing you with warning. “And you gon learn to watch that tone when you speaking to me, Y/N. Not my fault you be leaving your laptop open on the couch.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and propping yourself on the wall by the door.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you done now? Can you leave?” You were about done with his witty little comments right about now.

You’d been busted in on, had your surprise ruined, and now you were being scolded like a child.

This was not part of the sexy seduction night you had in mind, and at this point you were ready to just finish shaving, take a long, hot shower and snuggle up in your bed with your favorite onesie on. (You may or may not have also planned to lay all up under Erik as well, but you’d get to that later.)

You turn the knob and open up the door, gesturing with a head nod to help drive the point home. He sighs, getting up and stretching him arms high above his head, groaning loudly and making an exaggerated show out of it.

You smack your gums, rolling your eyes at his extra ass, but when they come back around they land on the small bit of exposed skin right below his navel that you can see peeking out. Your eyes linger on the little round scars decorating the pretty brown skin of his happy trail, and you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about what lies beneath the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips.

“See something you like, princess?” You’re ripped from your thoughts, and you clear your throat as you make eye contact with him, seeing that smile up on his lips. You can only imagine the thirsty ass look you just had on your face, and you internally groan.

“Im ready to see the walls of my shower, Erik. Now bye.”

He slowly makes his way on over to the door, accepting his dismissal. Right as he reaches it, instead of walking out, he closes it.

“Yo what the f-“ he covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, pressing you back against the wall, and he leans down, his face close to yours.

“You been talkin to me real fucking reckless ever since I stepped foot in this bathroom, lil girl. All that sexual frustration got you feelin real bold, huh?”

You can hear your hard breaths against his hand, and they grow rapid as he leans closer, putting his face centimeters from yours. You nod your head vigorously in answer, not wanting to chance it.

“Mhm. That’s what I fucking thought. It’s alright tho babygirl, cuz Daddy gon take care of you real quick. Lift up your arms.”

You do as he says, holding both your arms up above your head and flat against the wall. He removes his palm against your mouth and reaches up to grab both your wrists in a tight firm grip, locking you in place.

He looks down between the two of you to the towel still covering you, and he takes his other hand and hooks a finger into it, tugging it loose.

It’s then that you notice that he also has the razor in his hand, and your eyes glance over to the spot where you left it on the counter, only to see it bare.

The towel falls at your feet, and now you’re naked from the waist down, Erik’s eyes drinking everything in.

He hikes one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.

“Keep it there.”

Taking the razor, he starts grazing the teeth of the guide against the inside of your thigh, careful not to press down too hard. The sensation is rough and scratch-like, but it sparks something in your center, and you start to squirm a little at the tickling feeling.

He makes long soft scraping motions, starting at the junction at your pelvis and dragging the razor down the length of your thigh. Your back arches and your thigh shakes a little bit, almost faltering.

You gasp at the slip up, looking up at Erik only to find his eyes already peering into yours.

“Every time it falls, you get another one.” Is all he says.

“What?” The razor clicks on, and your head immediately snaps down to the buzzing device. He flips it around in his palm, the razored edge facing him and the rounded tip of the other end pointing towards you.

He puts it to your navel and your belly jumps at the sensation, and he starts to rub it up and down, teasing your sensitive skin with the vibration. He travels his way down to your mound, letting it run over your already dampened lips and cover the black plastic in your slick.

Its right below your clit and you can feel the buzzing ghosting over you, and you try to grind your hips up at an angle to catch it.

Click. He turns it off and you whimper, the sound sounding sad and pathetic in your ears.

“Stay still. I’m not saying it again.” He eyes you for a few seconds, waiting for you to put up a fight, and when you don’t he turns the razor back on and places it back on your lips, this time right above your clit.

You can feel the vibrations through your lips, and you let out a shuddering moan, watching in awe at Erik’s movements. He draws the end of the razor up and down, making small circles to tease you. Your legs want desperately to jerk and shake, but you hold it together, tensing the muscles in your abdomen to try and keep yourself still.

He finally parts your lips with his fingers and lets the rounded end make contact with your clit, and you groan, the guttural sound getting caught in your throat.

It felt amazing. It wasn’t exactly the same as the toys you had in the back of your closet, but there was something so risky and exciting about it all.

Not only was he finally touching you again, he was borderline fucking you with the back of an electric razor. The man was a Certified Freak ™, and it only made you grow more wet thinking about all the risqué scenarios you were no doubt going to find yourself in with him in the future.

The sensitivity on your clit was reaching its peak and you turn your head to the side and scream into your arm, teeth clamping down on your skin to try and keep quiet.

Erik bends down and bites your exposed neck, sucking harsh bruises underneath your jaw.

“You wanted some attention and now I’m giving it to you, what’s the problem baby girl?” He whispers into your ear, grazing the shell of it with his teeth that sends a shiver down your back before attacking your neck again.

He grinds the end of the razor harder into the hood of your clit, and your head falls back, a single tear trailing down your face. You were so ready to explode all over the place, but you didn’t trust your legs not to give out once you did.

“Daddyyyyy,” you whimper in between hisses of breath, “I can’t- fuck- I’m gonna fuckin cum fuckkk,” you drag a ragged breath into your lungs, and Erik licks the tear from your cheek, kissing you there.

You gasp for air, trying again. “Imna fall… c-can’t hold my legs, Daddy, pleaseee.” You turn your head to face him and he comes up for air from your neck, and you can already feel the soreness of the no doubt dark purple spot he’s left behind.

“You gonna cum?” He presses his face into yours, his lips smothering yours in a sloppy wet kiss. “Huh?”

“Yesyesyes,” you mutter back, pecking small forgiving kisses wherever you could. Another rush of pleasure takes over you, and you can only stand there and wail as you try and keep a grasp on the remainder of your self control.

He lets go of his hold on your arms above your head and they fall to your sides, feeling like dead weight. He grabs your jaw hard and speaks into your mouth.

“You done talking to me crazy then? And wearing short ass shit out the house like you fuckin grown? Huh?”

“Yes Daddy shittt, I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Even in your barely lucid state you had absolutely no intention of actually following through with that last part, but you’d deal with the consequences later. Right now you needed this nut, or you were sure you’d break down and cry.

“Come on and cum then. Cum for Daddy Y/N.” He drops your face and holds up the legs you’d miraculously kept from slipping, and you grab on to his t-shirt with your fingers, burying your face into his chest as you let your orgasm take over you.

You entire body shakes from the force of it, and Erik keeps you pressed back against the wall to prevent you from pushing too hard and making him cut himself on the whirring blades.

You stay stuck against the wall for about three minutes, your muscles aching as your pussy empties itself of all your liquids, dripping down both your and Erik’s legs.

While you can still hear the buzzing noise you can’t feel it anymore, your clit numb from being worked so hard. He clicks it off, reaching behind him and letting it slide down into the sink.

He cleans his fingers of your juices, making nasty smacking noises as he enjoys your flavor. When he finishes, he grabs up your other leg, pulling your lifeless body from the wall and carrying you out of the bathroom to lay down with you on the bed.

He lets himself fall back gently onto the mattress, rubbing circles into your back as you curl up on top of him, nuzzling your nose into his chest and breathing in his cologne - a favorite of yours- that he always wore for you.

Both of you lie there for a few moments in silence, letting each other soak in the eroticism of what just happened.

He peeks down at you, seeing nothing but frizzy rogue curls and the rise and fall of your back from your labored breathing.

He lets his head rest back and looks up at the ceiling, smiling to himself like a total idiot.

God. You had him wrapped right around your little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, he didn’t want to do anything about it. He was yours. Utterly and entirely, and there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here, with you.

“Your little ass got me sprung, you know that?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, and you stir underneath him as his hand still rubs your back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl.”

A few seconds go by with no response, and he looks back down at you to see if you heard him.

“Y/N-” “KKCCCCAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH” your chainsaw like snore rips right through his sentence, and it’s so loud and sudden he almost bursts into laughter, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it together.

Yeah. He was yours. All yours.

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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Softboi! Erik if you squint, Daddy!Kink

#TheHomieFics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fics #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger fan fiction #bp #l.t.a.s.#ltas

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yourknightingale · 6 years

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Zoo one shot!

I was at the Toronto Zoo this weekend and hey, Bechloe why not? Shoutout to the anon who encouraged me but buddy, my motivation problem was with time. I appreciate it a lot tho. (PS my zoo is in Bronx but I haven’t been there so it’s gonna be like toronto. Sorry.) Here we go!

She should’ve just rethought this whole thing. Yes, she received two tickets for free from Fat Amy who got them from one of her suitors who volunteers at the zoo where she and Chloe are about to enter right now.

For one, climate change. It’s March and she can’t possibly be more under or overdressed in this weather. The sun beams so brightly yet the windchill stings that she’s basically a walking sunburn with a frostbite.

Another thing, she doesn’t know how Chloe is with zoos. Like, is she going to be comfortable seeing animals contained? Or is she going to appreciate, at least, breeding in captivity and such?

Even Beca is torn. She cares enough for the environment, she’s not that much of a monster. Honestly, as long as they’re doing a decent job keeping the species healthy and alive, she’ll take it. She can stomach it. Enough.

So she is rethinking this whole thing.

But, it’s either this or spending yet another weekend drinking and going out in clubs. When you’re trying to adult the good way, you can’t just be wasted every other Saturday or spend money on unnecessary expenditures. If they walk all day (by that, she means 2 or 3 hours) in the zoo, she’ll be too tired at night and pass out. She gets rest and don’t use up rent cash.

Win-win.

This may be a good idea after all.

Not to mention she gets to spend a day with Chloe. Alone.

That’s the real gem in this little adventure.

“I can’t believe we’re going to the zoo,” Chloe gleams. “It has been a long while. I think I was, like, 12 the last time I went to one. Can you imagine? It’s been more than 10 years!”

The bustle of the families going through the admission is unbelievable. Beca didn’t expect people would be this devoted to trips like this on winter. (It’s still technically winter, right?) Chloe appears to be as excited to be here because she just goes straight right in with Beca falling behind.

“One would think you would frequent a place like this considering you’re like studying them or whatever. I mean, you’re a vet.” She finally replies when she’s caught up, walking side by side with Chloe.

“Not yet, I’m not. That’s why I’m trying to get into vet school, Beca.” Chloe shoots back to which the brunette just rolls her eyes.

The redhead holds the map open and checks it. “Oh look, they’ve got the red pandas!”

“Where?” Beca, who’s very enthusiastic and quick with that question, is a sucker for red pandas and the ginger knows it.

Chloe giggles and pokes her friend’s hip. “One would think that you’re this hardcore alt gal who doesn’t care but deep inside, you’re weak for cute animals.”

“They’re better than humans, Chlo.” She snaps back. Her hand flies to Chloe’s wrist and together, they start going to the direction of Himalayan Highlands.

“I would’ve been hurt by that statement if I didn’t agree with you. They are better.” The older girl allows Beca to lead the way, knowing how she’s super looking forward to seeing those pandas.

Chloe likes zoos. Animals draw her to pursue the career she’s taking at the moment. Initially, she’s thinking of becoming a family vet, inclusive of home pets. She’s had a few losses growing up and as a kid, a part of her holds on to the idea that she will grow up saving dogs, and bunnies.

But now, seeing animals contained somehow gives her more motivation to maybe expand her scope. There are different kinds of mammals, reptiles, and birds etc, that she would want to be trained to treat. Someday.

It can be an option for her to be a zoo vet. Heck, even a wildlife vet. It’s a possibility!

This trip is such a refresher for her and she can only thank Beca (and Fat Amy).

“Chloe, look! Look! Look at those red pandas!” The brunette is all giddy and excited. Very un-Beca like at all and she can only shake her head in amusement.

Beca like a child is a rare find but it’s definitely worth experiencing.

“Bec, there’s a cub, too! Over there!” Chloe joins in, pointing at an adorable tiny panda raccoon at the bottom of a tree. The baby crawls over to what they assume is its mother and cuddles.

Both the girls awww-ed and the younger girl clutches her heart. “This is cuteness overload. I can’t take it! They’re so adorable.”

“Let’s go find some more animals that could kills us!” Chloe takes Beca’s freezing hand and she guides both of them to where the grizzly bears are.

“Your hand is warm.” The younger gal notes when it eventually dawns on her that they are holding each other close. It proves to be a smart move anyway, because her face is still numb.

“I think I’m thawing yours and hopefully your cold heart, too.” Her friend winks at her.

Beca chuckles. “You wound me, Beale. I don’t have a cold heart. I’m just not as expressive as you are. Like, I can love people, too! But like, in my own way.”

She means how she lets Chloe take and hold her hand like this. How she’s not only weak for cute animals but also for Chloe. And Chloe’s going to be a vet so she’ll be surrounded by animals most of the time. Two of her favourite things in one, she’ll die for just a picture of a moment like that. Ugh, she should just marry this woman.

Woah, woah. Where did that come from?

The redhead’s laughter brings her back to reality. They explore and walk some distance, stopping to watch the penguins (“Look at how they waddle!” “Ugh, they’re so squishy!” “Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave!” “Did you just reference Madagascar? I thought you still hate movies?” “I do. But you know I can endure animated ones. They’re different!” “I know! I’m just teasing you, grumpy pants!”) and a pride of lions (both singing, “CIRCLE OF LIFE!!!”) and the giraffes (“How does it feel like to be tall?” “Are you asking the giraffes or me?” “Shut up, Beale! You’re literally just 2 inches taller than me.” “2 inches is enough not to let you live it down.”)

They are successful in reaching and seeing all the zoo animals, making most of the free tickets and their time together. Beca suggests they eat and grab something first before heading home to which the redhead happily agrees.

“Mmmm yes, warm coffee to soothe my soul,” murmurs Beca after just a sip. Chloe gives her a warm smile, too, which she thinks is really why her face is not so numb anymore.

“You know, this day fuelled me to really do my best in pursuing being a vet. These animals’ lives really matter. People should really appreciate that.” Her serious tone doesn’t go unnoticed. Beca knows how much she’s been working hard in the past months and she can only be supportive towards her just like how Chloe is very supportive of her on anything.

“You’ll get in, Chlo. Trust me. Have you seen how great you are taking care of people? How much more those animals? You’re like the best human ever.” Beca voicing out encouragements is also a rare find but Chloe knows she means it. She almost doesn’t hear when the brunette mumbles, “You’re my best human.”

“Ooohh, since you’re so possessive of me, I can be anything you want me to be.” The redhead teases while waggling her eyebrows playfully.

“One would think I’d get used to you being this weirdo but boy, you’re so weird.” She fights a smile but gives in. That’s what Chloe does to her.

“I know where you sleep, Mitchell.” Chloe warns but it’s all empty threats.

“Yes, next to me.” Beca nonchalantly replies as she readies herself to get out of the zoo. “I’m tired. Let’s go home. And please don’t kill me in my sleep.”

“If you let me cuddle you, I won’t.” Chloe still is a negotiator and Beca’s physically not up to contradict her.

“Sure, cuddle party like those otters.” The brunette resigns as she hears Chloe snicker softly that it’s a Finding Dory reference.

Beca, out of instinct, reaches out to take Chloe’s hand for warmth. She still needs that body heat until they arrive at the train station where she’s probably gonna fall asleep on Chloe’s shoulder on the ride home.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #one shot #fanifiction #bechloe fics #pitch perfect

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N: Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK Gender: MALE Age: 26 DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1 NON -REACTIVE

HIV TYPE 2 NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1 NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2 NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu. You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch. He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers. Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous. Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair. I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours. For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist. Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it. Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

#lets not drag me for something i can't explain XD XD XD XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

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