Golden Jaguar Redeemed

But I Thought...

Explicit Content..

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A pair of dark timberland boots rested neatly by end of the couch. Pushed back enough that no one would trip over them. A sock covered foot hung over the couch arm as it's opposite rested on the floor. Erik laid comfortably across the couch, head in your lap as you absent mindedly massaged his scalp. His hand rubbing his stomach as he lazily watched television.

Two dings to the buzzer caught both of your attention, making Erik sit up from his relaxed position. "I got it." Standing from the couch, he adjusted his shirt and left to get the door. You watched him walk away, taking notice of the little dip in his walk. His cologne lingered and you found yourself inhaling deeply. Good lord he smelt as good as he looked.

Smiling to yourself, you got up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Adjusting your shorts from their ridden up position. The cold tiled floor met your colorful socks, absorbing your steps as you heard the front door close and lock. "The pizzas here, baby girl.."

"I'm in the kitchen, E!" You yelled over your shoulder. Opening the first of the uppers to look for those heavy duty paper plates you always saved for takeout. Standing on your tippy toes, your fingertips grazed the bag of plates. Not realizing Erik was enjoying the view. "Shit." Placing a knee on the counter, you jumped up a bit to grab the plates.

When you closed the cabinet, you turned to face Erik. His thick eyebrow raised as he sat the pizzas on the counter. "I done told yo' ass about climbing on the damn counters. Ion need you hurting yourself." He watched as you opened the bag, pulling out two plates. You gave him an eyeroll, brushing him off. "Imma put a stop to that shit."

You smiled at his serious expression, not feeling threatened in the least. "My house, my counters, my ass.." Turning your back to him, you gave your ass a playful smack. Winking at him. "I haven't hurt myself, and I won't. I promise." Opening the top box of pizza, you threw him an innocent smile before you grabbed two slices of pizza.

"Don't come crying to me if you do.." Erik slid the boxes to him. "Cause Imma just say that I told you so. And I might give that ass a massage, if I'm feeling generous." He smirked, throwing you a wink of his own. Chuckling, you flipped him off.

"You'd like that shit. Freaky ass." You grinned, sitting your plate on the counter by the stove. Erik shrugged like you could see him, making his way to the fridge. Replying that 'he might but you'd like it too'. And though you probably would, you didn't admit that.

Moving the coffee maker back, you sat down your plate and hopped onto the counter. Rocking side to side as you shimmied on the rest of the way. Erik stood at the island, already staring at you when you looked up. "What? I didn't climb that time." You chuckled as you lifted each leg to adjust your shorts. Thighs slightly exposed and flattened against the bright marble surface. He admired them for a moment before licking his lips.

You looked over to him, noticing the water bottle he held. A drink hadn't crossed your mind before you got situated. "Erikkk.." You sang his name, batting your lashes as you sat a little straighter. He cracked a grin, knowing that you'd wanted something. Giving you a laid back 'wassup' as he opened the small packets of parmesan for his pizza.

He glanced at you before you answered. "You want that water? I forgot mine." You smiled as he chuckled. He threw away the empty packets, giving you his full attention.

"Then what imma drink, baby girl?" He teased, wanting you to say please in that cute voice you always did. "This might be the last one." You smacked your lips at the lie. You'd bought two cases the day before and put one in the fridge last night.

"Pleaseee, E." There it was. "Ion wanna get up to get one." You pouted, poking out that plump bottom lip. He smirked, rounding the counter with his bottle to give you and leaving his pizza untouched. He always gave in to you. "Thanks, Stevens. I knew you love me." He grunted as you opened the bottle, taking a sip as he watched you.

You downed almost a bit of the bottle, but less than half. He watched you pull it from your lips, swiping your tongue to catch any access liquid. An action so simple, but he felt his dick twitch. "Gimme taste." His voice was thick with lust as he eyed you. You raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile as you held out the bottle.

"Indian gi-..ver.." You kept his gaze as he held both your hand and the bottle. Taking a step closer as he eased it from your hand, mumbling that he wasn't talking about the water. His cologne engulfed your senses and you went into a daze. "E?"

Erik groaned at your voice, finding his place between your parted thighs. "Wassup?" Though he didn't have his caps in, his little smile was still effective. You moved to close your thighs to calm the tingle of your center, but they met his sides.

He placed his hands on your thighs, squeezing lightly. "Cat got ya tongue?" Amusement laced his voice. You swallowed slowly, watching his soft looking lips as he talked. Dropping your gaze to the tent in his sweats, you hadn't noticed it until it had bumped your leg. Licking your lips, you reached out to touch it before you realized.

Erik groaned as your fingers brushed against its clothed surface. Rubbing his hands up your thighs and to your rounded backside. He exhaled as he have your left cheek a soft smack, squeezing both cheeks lightly after. "Ion think I need to give you that just yet, baby.." You frowned a little at his chuckle as he rubbed your booty as an apology. "..as much as I wanna fuck you into this damn counter."

He brought his lips closer, ghosting over yours. His fingers held your face still as he brushed your lips with his. Not kissing, just a brushing, before he smiled at your whimper. "You gone give me my taste?" His words were hushed and your thighs clenched. Those thick fingers of his hooked to the seat of your shorts as he placed his forehead against yours. "Hmm?"

He finally gave a peck to your lips, following it with two more before his kisses lowered. You tilted your head as he planted them on your neck, exhaling as he moved to your chest. "Mhmm." That's all you could get out. He accepted the reply, putting a hand to your stomach to get you to lie back. His hands hooked to your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you could lay flat.

"Fuck, look at this pretty ass pussy.." He hummed as he used his fingers to open your folds. His tongue dipping out to flick your clit thrice. You gasped as he gave it a sloppy kiss, obeying as he mumbled for you to hold your legs back for him. His hands rested on the back of your thighs as one of your hands found his dreads. The other holding back a thigh. "It's ok, baby. Pull them mutha fuckas if you need to." He whispered against you, making you shiver.

You moaned out, gripping his dreads as his soft lips latched onto your clit. "But I thought.." Cursing, you squealed before he eased up. Voice airy as you spoke. "I thought we were just going to eat and watch movies, baby?" Your eyes rolled as he moaned into you, adding his middle finger to fuck you while he ate.

He grinned, lifting his head to see your mouth dropped open and your eyes closed shut. Erik licked his lips, flashing those deep dimples. "Don't worry, princess. Imma eat til I'm full.." He hummed, giving your thigh a kiss. Slow, wet, and sloppy. "..and you can watch as long as you want."