Golden Jaguar Redeemed

He'd Make You His

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A sea of melanin rich bodies covered the large makeshift dancefloor of the someone's mini-mansion. Their brown skin, as well as some bright colored outfits, seeming to reflect any light that the blue light above them provided. Soft sounds of rhythm and blues pumped through the air to set the mood for the party goers.

This had been on your mind over the past few weeks. A night out with your girls to melt the stress away. You'd been working so much lately, and you were in need of a break. So when your best friend mentioned that they'd known someone who was throwing a grown folks party for their birthday, you were in.

Bringing you to this moment..

You stood in the middle of the calm, blending in to the scene around you. Glowing in the dark from the white dress that hugged your body, it's v-cut neckline plunging deep to show off the faint body glitter you wore. And possibly your breasts that decided to cooperate in sitting up tonight. You ran your hands over your body as you danced, feeling on yourself to the velvety voice of whatever artist this was.

Your fingers wrapped around a red solo cup, white nails glowing against the plastic cup. The contents had given you the courage to let loose. Smiling as you held your cup up, your hips followed the moving beat. Those full lips had caught more than the attention of your friends when you smiled. They caught his eye as well.

Erik had spotted you from the other side of the room in his relaxed position on the leather couch. Though it wasn't his first time seeing you. The cup in his hand was held to his lips, but you'd distracted him mid-sip. It was you, the beautiful woman that'd caught his eye many times. His little angel.

That day, you'd looked like a vision of innocence. A halo adorned your head, a halo braid that is. He stood before you at the counter of the vision center, awaiting his prescribed contacts as he threw glances at you. You wore that cocaine white lab coat with your last name stitched above the pocket as you pulled up his file on the computer. Wondering how it'd look with Stevens there instead. He always caught himself smiling as you read the screen, your finger pushing your glasses up when they'd slip down your nose a bit. He found it cute.

This was the last place he'd expected to see you. Body hugged in a dress that he yearned to see in its entirety. He could only catch glimpses of your face as you danced, and your body was hidden by the bodies between you and him. He had to talk to you tonight. He'd be mad at himself if he didn't.

Taking a big sip from his cup of alcohol, he sat it on the floor and straightened himself up. Pulling the black shirt that he wore into place and adjusting his chain. He smoothed a hand over his braided back dreads, remembering the time you'd told him you liked them that way which was part of the reason he'd gotten them braided back more often.

He took a deep breath before maneuvering through the crowd, mumbling his excuse me's and ignoring a few lusting women. Keeping an eye on your glowing dress. The closer he got, the more he'd realized his little angel might have a naughty side. Your dress stopped mid thigh and he appreciated the fluffiness those thighs held.

He caught your alluring scent before he reached you. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day that my little angel had a naughty side.." Your cheeks lifted before you turned to his voice. He took in the makeup you wore, liking the shimmer of glitter it held.

"I'm full of surprises, Mr. Steven." The tease could be heard in your voice, but so could the lust. He hummed at your reply, saying that he'd like to experience each one.

The music transitioned to something a bit slower. Pulling the couples around you closer to each other, including your friends who'd found dance partners. Erik held out a hand to you, asking if you'd give him this dance. You gave a shy chuckle, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you closer.

His hand rested on the small of your back, leaving shocks of tingles in his touch. Your arm rested over his shoulder as you both slow danced, that almost empty red solo firm in your grip. Those long lashes you wore fluttered with your blinks as you looked at him. Glossed lips parting to catch his attention.

"Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?" The words passed your lips as a mumble with the help of your liquid courage. No longer a thought you'd been to shy to ask. You knew he'd heard you when his dimples deepened and the light caught the full botton row of gold. He gave slow lick to his lips, chuckling as he looked at you.

"Yeah.." He had, a few times. "..But hearing it from you sounds good as hell. I'm blushing and shit." He chuckled, feeling the warmth of his cheeks and the fuzziness tingling his skin. Though his cheeks couldn't redden which he was thankful for. He hoped Shuri never found out about this moment, she'd definitely clown him. Which might not annoy him like the princess' usual teasing.

You beamed that smile again, chuckling as your nails massaged the hairs of his beard. "That's payback, for all the times you've made me blush.." He smirked as you spoke, lifting your free hand above your head to let you spin. When you'd faced away from him, he pulled you back against him.

Erik hugged you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. Following the slow sway that you lead. You rested your free hand over his, smiling as he nuzzled his face into the bend of your neck. His soft lips pressed gentle kisses against your skin.

With God as his witness, he made a mental vow to make you his.