I wrote y'all a lil som'n som'n
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THIS CHAPTER IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE YO. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SHIT, JUST MOVE ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER (there's no important plot here, it's just the dark side to this story wink wink)
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"That's wack." I laugh, staring at our intertwined hands for the millionth time. He laughed, taking the wrong foot forward, which makes him bump into me.
"E!" I exclaim, and he quickly turns me around.
"I'm trying!" He groans, standing straight. "Okay, well, try in a way that won't permanently damage my toes!" Pointing at my bare feet, he chuckles.
"This slow dancing thing was never for me, babe."
"Then why did you agree to do it?" He turns me around, again, before enveloping me in his arms as I came back.
"Because I wanna see you happy." He kisses on my neck.
"This is-shit-about the challenge, r-right?" I gasp, trying to form a proper sentence.
"I can't just try to make my girlfriend happy? I'm hurt." He pouts, but then bites my neck, which was obviously going to bruise.
"Brmsifrrffrf."
"Hmm?" He hums, the vibrations on my neck. I groan.
"Fuck, don't stop."
"If that makes you happy." I can feel him smirking on my neck.
He then remembers the dance, and then dips me down, picking me up and connecting our lips. I smile into the kiss, "and you say you can't dance."
"My lips do all the dancing I need." He says, making me gasp, and he takes that chance to enter without asking.
Our tongues battle for dominance, and as I open my eyes, I find him staring right back at me. The black pupil in his eye is dilated, and I literally can't find the strength to keep my eyes open.
The feeling is rising within me, from the roof of my mouth to my tongue. Erik groans when he realizes it's coming. I bite on his bottom lip, and I can feel the explosion.
It's so violent I almost collapse. I can hear colors, I can smell sounds, the pleasure is so blinding I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Erik lets out a low moan before telling me to jump. He holds on to my thighs, moving one hand to my ass. I stare at him, waiting for his next move. He goes back to my neck, looking for the place that will drive me crazy, he finds it, and sucks on it, adding another hickey to the trophy display on my neck.
"Are you sure you want to-"
"Nigga, do I look unsure?" I say, playing with the hem of his shirt before slipping it off.
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Erik Stephens is a virgin.
I remind myself that Erik Stephens is a virgin while he slips my sweatpants off.
I remind myself that Erik Killmonger is aligning hickeys from the nape of my neck to my chest, looking up at me for reassurance.
