#but yeah the reason why steven is lookin soft there is cuz

[artsycooky13]

motherhood

[theblackandgold-series]

The Prince and The Boy (7)

Chapter 7: Talk 2 U

A College AU

Texas Southern University (Houston, TX)

Ship: Chiron Harris x Erik Stevens

Warning(s): none

Song Playing In The Car

Erik is great at many things and procrastination is definitely one of them considering he was supposed to leave to meet up with Khalil for warm up 10 minutes ago. An incoming call from Khalil interrupts Erik’s frenzied state.

“Nigga where the hell you at? Coach is lookin’ for you. You were supposed to be here a while ago. ”

“I’m on my way, just give me a mi—“. Another call, this time from Shuri on his kimoyo beads, interrupts him yet again. “Man what the fuck do y’all want?” Erik brooded, “I got shit to do.” He raises his phone back to his ear, “Look, Imma be there. Just give me a few more minutes.” He hangs up with Khalil and answers his beads , “What’s up cuzzo?”

“N’Jadaka! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“I know, I’ve been busy. What’s up? How’s auntie?”

“She’s doing well; so is T’Challa. Speaking of mother,” Shuri quickly changed the subject, “she told me that you made a new friend.”

“A new friend, huh?” Erik chuckles, “Yeah, she be telling all my business.”

Erik walks out of the door with his stuff in his hand and heads to meet his teammates, all while continuing to talk to his cousin, who, just like her mother, wanted to know all about Chi. “Soooo, are you going to tell me about this ‘friend of yours?”

“What do you want to know about him?” Erik smiles, thinking about Chi as he drives to practice.

“Well, mother already told me his name, so what’s he like? Is he as wild as you?”

“Nah, he ain’t wild like me. you gotta chill on me lil cuz, but he’s chill. Real quiet, runs track. I don't know what else to tell you about him.”

Erik pulls into the gym parking lot, quickly grabbing his things and rushing out of the car, still continuing his conversation with Shuri.

“I mean he real shy, so I’m not trying to push him into anything, but he knows how I feel about him. He had a bad relationship so he’s not sure, which I understand. When things are back on track and we get to know each other more, y’all can meet him.” There’s a brief pause as Erik tries to end the conversation with Shuri since he’s getting closer to the gym. “But hey, I have a game to get ready for, tell everyone I love them and I’ll call you tomorrow or something.” He hangs up on the beads, Shuri barely getting her “goodbye” out.

Erik walks in the building, rushing to where his team is. He only gets a few seconds until he’s getting greeted by various teammates and eventually makes his way to Khalil. “What took your ass so long, man?”

“Sorry, I got caught up on the phone with my cousin.”

“Don’t let it happen again, Stevens,” his coach scolded him as he walks past. Erik nods in acknowledgement and turns back to Khalil.

“You sure that’s all that held you up,” Khalil questions lowly so only Erik can hear. “What you mean?”

“I thought that maybe,” Khalil continues “that Chi might’ve texted you or something.”

“Nah, I keep checking my phone for him,” Erik admits, “but I was just talking to my family.” Khalil nods, lightly tapping Erik on the arm, “Hey, he’ll call eventually.”

Erik just gives a shrug “Look man, it is what it is. It’d be great if he calls, but it’s not much I can do at this point.”

Erik brushes the conversation off and focuses on this game tonight. He can’t stress about Chi right now.

Erik and Khalil start talking about other non-Chi related things, when Erik’s attention is pulled away when he hears his name being called from across the locker room “Stevens!”. His head snaps toward where his name came from and finds his teammate, Sean. Erik looks over to him, “What you want nigga?”

Erik never really got along with Sean due to his cockiness, which leads to frequent arguments on and off the field about his ways, but Sean wasn’t changing for anyone.

“I just wanted to say ‘good luck’, nigga. Damn.”

“You too, nigga” Erik nods with not a bit of sincerity, and goes back to what he was doing.

As Sean walks off, Khalil speaks up again “Yo, I heard something about him the other day.”

”Who?”

“Sean. Apparently him and some dude had a thing and he played him.”

Erik doesn’t really think anything of it, only adding “Sounds about right. That nigga ain’t no good.”

After an intense game ending in victory, Erik talks to Khalil and one of his other teammates, Chance, as they all file back into the locker room. Slowly, everyone starts to leave until its just Erik and Khalil left.

“I’m bout to head out,” Khalil tells Erik as he grabs his bag and starts towards the door, “You comin?”

“Yeah, man. Give me a second.”

Chance walks back in, wondering why the pair is taking so long. “What y’all niggas doing?”

“We walking out, bro.” Erik gets up, grabs his bags and they start to leave.

As they’re walking towards the door, they see Chi walking up and give a small wave.

“Hi,” he looks directly at Erik, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Erik's face lights up, “Yeah, yeah, of course we can talk.” He turns to Khalil and Chance. “I’ll catch up with y’all later.” Khalil and Chance smirk to each other as they walk to their cars.

After they leave, Erik gives his full attention to Chi. “So...how are you?”

“I’m good. How’re you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” Erik’s flirtatiousness never took a break. They might not have spoken for a minute, but he still missed Chi. He especially missed how he made Chi nervous in a good way; his shyness made him even more adorable. Chi smiles and Erik’s reminded of how much he missed that pretty ass smile, too.

“Good game tonight by the way” Chi snaps out of his daze just taking the sight of Erik in.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” There’s a slight pause before Erik continues, “So...what did you want to talk about?”

“Us,” Chi responds boldly. “I figured,” Erik breathed, “What about us exactly?” Erik doesn’t show it, but he’s bracing himself for the worst. If Chi calls this whole thing off, he has to be ready for it.

Chi begins to speak as he leads Erik out of the building and out into the parking lot, “I took some time out to think about us, and what you said the last you came over after the date” Chi begins. “Okay,” Erik mumbles cautiously.

“And I think,” Chi continues “I finally figured it out.”

They stop in front of Erik’s car. “I do want this. I’m nervous, but I’m sure that I want this” Chi says, as they walk to Erik’s car.

Erik lets out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding. “Well that’s good, because I still want this, too. There is one thing I want to get straight if we are gonna do this, though.” Chi gets worried. This was going good, so what did Erik want to talk about?

“I wanna make sure that this doesn’t happen again.” Chi’s confused for a second before Erik continues. “I’m not talking about you needing space, that’s fine, I’m talking about us communicating. I know I said something about it before, but I just wanna be clear: if this is gonna work, we need complete honesty. That means telling me when something’s bothering you. It’s also means trusting me to tell you things. I’m not the type to hide things.”

Chi nods. He realizes him shutting down when he’s not sure about things or he’s upset isn’t going to work this time. If things are going to be different with Erik, he has to be different.

Chi catches movement out of the corner of his eye over Erik’s shoulder.

It’s Sean, making his way over to him and Erik.

He walks over and addresses Erik first, dapping him up, which Erik reluctantly returns. “Proud of you nigga. Keep it up E.” Hand still clasped with Erik’s, he winks at Chi, “How you doin’, Chiron?” He smirks, drops Erik’s hand, and walks away. Erik’s eyes boring into his back until he disappears He looks back to Chi “What was that?

Chi’s playing with his keys, avoiding Erik’s eyes, “That’s my ex.”

Erik’s shaking his head. It all makes sense now. Erik’s thinking “I knew I didn’t like that nigga for a reason.”

“Yeah, his attitude is terrible,” Chi says rolling his eyes which land on his shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with Erik after what just happened.

“Hey, I don’t wanna talk about that nigga. We talking about us.” Erik holds Chi’s hands to stop him playing with his keys. “Ok.” Chi’s voice is soft. Erik unlocks his car and puts his stuff inside.

“Let’s sit in the car and talk” Erik offers. Erik, ever the gentleman, open Chi’s door for him, then walks to the driver’s side to get in himself. As soon as the door closes, he turns his body towards Chi.

“Everything I said after our first date and now, I mean it. I'm so serious, I want this and I'm not gon do you like he did. You deserve more than that. You gotta let me in, though.”

Chi gives him a small nod and another quiet “Okay”. He’s ready to try, he’s ready to try and let go of all the past pain because if the future looked anything like Erik, then that seemed pretty good to him.

“Okay?” Erik wants to hear Chi louder.

“Okay” Chi’s a little louder so Erik can hear him, with a teasingly exasperated tone “I hear you” Chi looks over to Erik.

Erik reaches over to hold Chi’s hand. “So what’s next for us?” Chi asks. He’s never really had this conversation before.

Erik’s playing with Chi’s hand as he answers him, “More communication, more spending time together.” Erik looks to him.

“I like the sound of both of those things.”

There’s a comfortable silence as they just stare at each other. They both start to lean in, but Erik closes the gap. Chi’s tenses up at first, but quickly eases into the kiss

He allows himself to fully give into the kiss, trying to convey to Erik through the kiss that he’s willing to give this relationship a real shot and that he wasn’t going to run away. Not this time.

Chi pulls away first, smiling at Erik. “I'm gonna hold you to everything you’ve said.”

“I got you, Chi” Erik smirks at him.

After almost two hours of them sitting, talking and smiling at each other, Chi starts to get out of the car. Erik stop him before he can fully open the door. “Hold up, you think Ima just let you walk to your car”

“What, you gon take me over there?”

Erik looks at him like it should be obvious. “yeah, now get back in” Erik motions for him to get in. Chi settles back into the car, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Erik turns his music back up and pulls off.

Music comes through the speakers. Erik’s vibing and Chi’s riding with his eyes closed, thinking back to the kiss. Even with Sean he never felt anything like that, it always felt forced. He felt at ease with Erik.

They pull up to Chi’s car too quickly for either of their likings, so they continue to sit for a minute, not wanting the moment to end. Erik’s sitting with his seat back as they talk some more and continue to listen to music. Finally, they both decide that the night has come to an end. “Ima call you later tonight” Erik looks over to Chi, that seductive smirk still on his face.

“I'll be up,” Chi grins.

“Say less.” Erik’s enjoying the new courage Chi has found. It’s enough for him to flirt back and Erik can’t wait to see what else the newfound courage will lead Chi to do.

Chi makes the first move this time, leaning in with Erik meeting him halfway. Their lips stay locked until they have to come up for air. Erik wraps his arms around him, hugging him. Erik pecks his lips one last time. “Text me when you get home.”

Chi has to stop himself from saying “okay” for the 30th time. “I will. You’ll answer, right?”

“Of course, I got you.” Erik grabs his hand and squeezes it, “I always text you back” Erik laughs. Everyone else knows he’s a terrible texter but for Chi, he makes sure to respond.

“Ima go, but I’ll be up when you call.” Chi finally gets out of the car gets into his. Erik watches as he drives off before going home himself. He spends the whole ride home thinking about Chi, the smile not coming off of his face once.

Once he gets home he showers and changes real quick. Once he’s in bed he calls Chi and they end up talking the rest of the night about them, school, and other things that come to mind. Before he hangs up, Erik remembers seeing that Kendrick Lamar will be in Houston soon and has a date idea in mind.

“Hey, so next weekend I’m free and Kendrick’s coming to Houston. Do you want to go with me? I’ll pay for the tickets and everything, it ain’t no issue for me.” Erik beamed excitedly, not waiting for Chi’s answer before he continues. “We can get something to eat before a chill around the city. Whatever you want.”

Chi’s loving it. Just being able to see someone being so happy at the thought of spending time with him was amazing. “Sounds good to me.”

“Cool, it’s a date,” Erik yawns as he sets the date.

“You tired?” Chi guesses, rubbing his own eyes as he lays in bed.

“Yeah, I need some sleep. I’ve been busy all day” the night’s game finally catching up with him, zapping all of his energy. “Good night, Erik.”

“Good night, Chi. You gon sit with me in class monday, right?” Chi laughs. “Yeah, I am.”

Erik smiles, “Aight, I’ll talk to you later.”

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[eerythingisshaka]

#Fictober Day 14

“Some people call this wisdom.”

(Erik Stevens x Black!OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Ya girl, Smuttina

Yvonne and Erik sat down for an evening of Netflix as the weather grew cold outside.  Yvonne felt particularly more like a homebody during cooler months, so she kept herself snuggled up to her man at any chance she could get.

They watched a movie that had been in Yvonne’s cue for more than a minute.  It was a chick flick movie essentially, which made Erik roll his eyes and sigh every other minute of dialogue.  Yvonne however loved it, tearing up when the characters decided to put their love on the back burner, cursing anybody that stood in their way and sighing romantically as the characters made love for the first time, so sweetly and passionately.

When the credits rolled, Yvonne sat up, crossing her arms in a huff.  Erik barely noticed, thanking God for the conclusion as he picked up the remote to choose something else.  “What’s up with you?  I watched your movie, like you asked.”

“That’s not it, Erik.  Did you see what happened?”  Yvonne asked, irritated.

Erik leaned back, looking at the ceiling.  “The two white folks wanted to open a cake shop but the business went under and they broke up but realized love was more than business and got together for richer or poorer.  Am I close?”

Yvonne blinked a couple times.  “That was actually a pretty good synopsis, but that’s not what I am asking for!  They looked so damn happy right?”

Erik nodded.  “Their acting left a lot to be desired, but there was chemistry, yeah.”

“But….did you see how he spoke to her?  So nice and kind and gentle?”

Erik looked around expectantly.  “Uh huh…”

Yvonne throws her hands up.  “Why aren’t you ever that sweet with me!  You are always so damn nasty, and ignorant with me.  What about softness, romance and shit.  What don’t you treat me like a lady for once!”

Yvonne gets up, picking up discarded snack wrappers heading to the trash.  Erik groans, following her.

“That shit ain’t real on the movies, you know?  They show people in a bubble, with controlled situations to make the plot go smooth.  That ain’t real life, baby!”

Yvonne looks back at him with contempt.  “Oh, sure.  Think being good to your woman is make believe.  Well I’m telling you what I want, so you can either oblige, or step, Erik.  I’m sick of it!”

Yvonne goes to the dishes to start rinsing them off and loading them up.  “And it couldn’t kill you to do some damn chores around here, instead of me picking up after you all the fucking time!”

Erik stands beside her.  “The hell is this all comin from?  Didn’t we just watch some lovey dovey bullshit, and you come off of it like your ass itch or somethin?  Makin demands and shit?  The fuck is wrong with you?”

Yvonne tosses a dish roughly into the dishwasher, closing it up to start.  “Oh well shit, I guess nothing, Erik.  Forget all I fucking said in the meantime.  Aight?”

Yvonne rinses her hands off as Erik encroaches behind her.  “You want me to talk sweet and nice to you?”

Yvonne, unphased, “I’m not repeating myself.”

Erik brings his hand around to her belly, holding her close.  “You want me to tell you that you’re my everything?  That you’re the reason I wake up and hustle to get shit done.  You wanna hear that?”

Yvonne freezes, hearing all that she wants to.  “Yeah...that sounds nice…”

Erik turns her around.  “You wanna know how just seeing you get up and get ready everyday, lookin all cute and shit, makes me wanna take you down on sight?  Cuz you’re so damn sexy, I can’t help but get hard at the mention of your name?”

Yvonne presses her thighs together as she leans back on the sink.  “You’re getting a little dirty again, but it’s still not bad…”

Erik sneers as his hand reaches her waistband.  “Nah, cuz you tellin me one thing, when your body is doing something else.  You don’t like it when I make your pussy throb like it is now?”

Yvonne shakes her head.  “I don’t know what you talkin about.”

Erik takes his hand between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with his knee.  “You know what I’m sayin.  You talkin all this cash shit, but you’re quiet now.  You got that heat on you, I feel it.”

Yvonne grabs his shirt.  “You a damn bastard.  I asked you to treat me-”

Erik, grips her legs up, sitting her on the edge of the sink.  “You a lady now?  You wanna be a lady?  Why your legs open so easily for me then?  I ain’t even gotta try!”

Yvonne was tired of his games.  He switched the subject on her too quick and she couldn’t take it anymore as she reached for his fly.

Erik looked down.  “Is that what a good girl does?  Reach for niggas dick instead of asking first?  You need some training, obviously.”

Yvonne was taking her own shorts down as she tried to keep from falling in the sink.  “Erik, I ain’t worried about that no more.  I want you to fuck me.”

Erik stepped back, scratching his chin.  “Wooow.  Look at little sweet Bo Peep, just giving in to the wolf.  I told you already, I want you to ask me.  I can’t get no sweet talk too?”

Yvonne sat on the sink spread for Erik, touching herself to relieve some of her tension built up.  “Please, I just want you inside of me.  I’ll be good.”  She whined.

Erik undid his pants.  “You remember this next time you ask me for some Disney Princess bullshit.  You ain’t a lady, but you MY lady.  And my lady takes dick like a dirty, fucking champ.  My lady creams for me before I even stick her with it.   My lady begs me for air while that pussy chokes the life out my dick for more.”

Yvonne’s nods as she pulls Erik to her, stroking him to his peak hardness before lining him up to her entrance.  "I understand, baby. Forgive me, but I need this so bad...." She gasps as his tips enters her, putting her hand to his belly.

“Nah, baby girl, chill with that.  Move ya hand, put that pipe in your lap, you don't know how to act.”  Erik scolds her as he presses his hips forward to penetrate her deeper.  Yvonne buckled under the pressure, gripping the back of his neck as he took down her authority stroke by stroke.

“This is the pussy I like to see.  You tryna white my dick out as I speak, but that shit ain’t goin nowhere.  It’s stayin in this pussy.”  Erik growls as he throttles Yvonne’s box in retaliation.

Yvonne tries to speak.  “Ohhh, Erik!  You ain’t gotta do me like this.  Come on, eat me out.  I need a break!”

Erik smacks the side of her ass, ignoring her request.  “Lick you for what?  You better shut up and take this nut.  I’m tired of you tellin me off.  Fucking cum already.”

Yvonne whines, tearing at his hair for stability.  “I….am….cumming...I...can’t...stop….”

Erik grips her legs up on his shoulders to go in deeper.  “You need to quit interrupting your pussy talkin to me, I’m tryna listen.  Play with that shit so I can finish your motor mouth ass up.”

Erik grips her hair at the root as he fucks her more deliberately, giving her the long stroke that she so desperately needed, that romantic shit that could get her pregnant if she wasn’t careful.

Yvonne’s face stretched like a Salvador Dali painting when she seized up in climax as every muscle in her body was exerted by the force.  Erik felt the shock waves on his through her walls, just like he liked it. He pops his dick out of her as her legs fall down, and cums right on her stomach in streams, tapping the last drops off on her belly button.

Erik pulls his pants off to head upstairs and clean up, leaving her splayed and coated in his seed like a blasphemous sacrificial lamb.

“You swear you fucking know what I want Erik.  You ain’t shit for that.”  Yvonne says in between exhales.

“Just look at you.  I know from experience.  Some people call this wisdom.”