Golden Jaguar Redeemed

Cute Enough To Eat

Photographer Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

The sunlight spilled into the studio apartment, bouncing off the bright walls for a brighter room. With no buildings tall enough to block the sun beams, it was on the warmer side. Sounds of the city below were soft background noise as it barely touched the windows of the tenth floor. Looking over the spread of photos on his round kitchen table, the contrasts of bright colors and brown skin tones brought happiness to the photographer. Some photos of nature, some of models, and some of both.

Erik grinned at his work, fingers brushing over a photo that caught his eye. Picking it up, he admired the radiant brown skin of his favorite model. You. It'd been a random photo shoot months before, spur of the moment really. He could remember it vividly as if it was just a day ago.

It was your fourth date, on a Thursday morning. He'd persuaded you into having coffee and donuts with him at a new black owned coffee shop over the phone. Well not really persuaded, you'd hopped on the offer with quickness which had made him chuckle. You'd cleared your throat to try and cover up your excitement but it was too late. Besides, he was just as excited himself.

He'd met you at your home, where you both took the short trip to the shop on foot. He'd carried his camera along with him, saying that inspiration could hit him at any moment. That moment hit as you both took a detour through the park, inhabiting a few parents and their children as well as a couple of pet owners.

You'd both found an area in the center of the park, between a few bushes and a large tree. He'd snapped that first few photos of you and fell in love.

"Morning, Daka." You surprised him, wrapping your arms around his bare upper body. Taking in his scent with a hum. The soft scent of his cologne caught your nose with ease and you snuggled deeper into him.

"Morning, baby. You're in a good mood." His hand laid over yours before he interlocked your fingers. Bringing your hand to his lips, he pressed a few kisses against your soft skin. "I wonder why?" He smirked, sliding from your hug to turn to you. With a soft tug, you were pulled to him with ease.

You let out a small blurt of laughter, widening his grin. "I'm pretty sure you have a good idea of that, Mr. Stevens. You're the one who put me to sleep." Smiling, you allowed your lips to ghost his. He hummed at the memory, pulling your waist closer if possible. Mumbling that he 'might need a refresher'.

You allowed him to catch your lips, indulging in a passionate kiss. He lifted your chin, thick fingers gently holding your face in place. Lifting up on your tip toes, you both were lost in each other lips before you heard him give a soft growl. No sir.

You pulled away, much to his disappointment, giggling as he licked his lips. "Wait, wait. Lemme holla at you real quick, baby." His eyes stayed on you with a hungry lust as he spoke. You moved towards the kitchen, putting space between you and him. You'd let him holla the night before and the happy flutter between your thighs could attest to that.

"Behave, Stevens. Do you not want breakfast?" You opened the fridge, glancing back to him before finding your ingredients. He watched you as you placed the few items in your hands on the island's countertop.

"As long as I can have it with a side of you." That was rewarded with a playful eye roll from you. Corny ass. He'd picked up his camera, tinkering with it. "I know that wasn't an eye roll, baby girl."

"It wasn't." You fibbed, starting on your pancakes. "I had something in my eye." He hummed at that, chuckling when you flashed a big smile. Replying with a humored 'I bet'. Lifting his camera, he snapped a photo of the moment.

You looked up at him at the sound of the click, never stopping your wrist as you mixed pancake batter. "I am not decent enough to be snapping photos this early in the morning sir. I look a mess." He moved closer as you began placing the batter into their little patties.

"Neva that, baby.." Erik replies, snapping two more photos of you. The last one of you with a hand on your hip as you looked at him. He walked to you slowly, grinning as you gave him a playful eye roll. The camera snapped more as you continued your task at hand.

You turned from him, going over to the cabinet to get a plate. Pressing a hand to the countertop, you reached up with a soft stretch. With that came the exposing of your bright lace panties hugging your backside from beneath his shirt that you'd taken for your own. "Never that.." He snapped the moment with a hum of approval.

"You just take a picture of my ass, Stevens?" You raised an eyebrow, a smirk teasing your lips. He chuckling, deepening his dimples.

"I didn't necessarily take a picture of it.." He made his way to you as you flipped the pancakes. "It just happened to be a nice bonus to my photo of you. For my eyes only, of course."

You chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him as you placed the finished flapjacks on the plate. He nibbled at your ear, making you squeal happily when he smacked your thigh. "Quitt. I'm trying to cook, goofy."

He obeyed, stopping his toying. "Just take a minute and look at these, baby. Two seconds." Lifting the camera, he moved through the few photos he'd taken. Voicing which were sure to become a part of his portfolio as well as the three he'd take for his own private collection. "You literally could be doing the simplest thing and make it look good. Without trying.."

"I am cute, huh?" You joked, taking the camera  from him to look through the photos again. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Cute enough to eat." He mumbled, giving soft pecks to your skin. Getting sloppier the closer he got to your neck. You relaxed a bit with a soft 'I thought it was good enough to eat. Not cute'. Humming, he turned you to face him and brought his lips closer to yours. "That too.. and I'll prove it to you if you let me."