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This is an entry for the With Love, From Wakanda Valentines writing prompts.

Prompt: That’s it. No more wine, ever.

Warnings: Fluff.

Summary: Directly below her, an intriguing man she’d grown to befriend gives her company on Valentines Day.

“Breathe Lola, it’s just roses.”

It was a warm day in San Fran, just one day before Valentine’s. Lola Duvall climbed the stairs to her apartment on the seventh floor, the nursing shoes on her feet feeling like bricks. She had a long day in the ER for twelve hours straight, registering outpatients of different statures. Her belly growled, making her motions a lot faster as she finally made it to her door. She placed the roses from her mail slot in the crook of her arm, unlocking her tattered apartment door.

The first thing that hit her was the AC, and the smell of old burning inscense. Lola places her key on its designated hook along with her work bag full of nothing but old papers, ink pens, and crumbled up granola bars. Next were the bricks on her feet. She kicked them off quickly, wiggling her toes. The tips were chipped from a quick boring paint job the other day, the white not so flattering anymore.

“Bills, bills, bank statement, magazine I’ll never read.”

Lola places the roses on her living room table, mentally reminding herself to put them in a vase. She assumed they could be from an old flame? Maybe one of her good girl friends showing her love. Whoever it was the roses were beautiful. Lola walked towards her window seat, pulling her phone from her back pocket, spotting nothing new. She lets out an exasperated breath, eyes studying the skyline of San Fran. Scratching at her curly bun, Lola brought her attention back to her mail, only a few trash worthy envelopes in her hand.

“Baby shower invite, oh, how nice.” She smiles at the pretty gold script. Her long time best friend since childhood, Jacqueline, was having twins. Lola hadn’t the opportunity to go shopping for her, but she had a few items in mind. Flipping through a couple more times, Lola pauses over a single red envelope no bigger than the rest. It was embroidered from what it felt like against her fingertips, a simple gold sticker holding the flap down. The front was blank, the anonymous piece of paper making her mind wander.

Lola glanced over at the roses on the table, her eyes dancing from her hand and back at the smooth dark oak. So it was most definitely an ex, or maybe... a secret admirer? Whoever it was, she couldn’t help but to smile. Lola was a chill girl, strikingly beautiful yes, but not an IT girl. She liked the little security she had, it added to the mystery that men had about her. She was a sucker for secret notes and letters, this entire thing reminding her briefly about high school and the Secret Valentine’s they would do with a small mesh bag filled with smarties that read out cute little messages.

Your so cute!

Just wanted to say I adore you

Xoxoxo

Be mine?

Hugs!

Flirty!

“Catching eyes, Lola?” She spoke, finally taking her squared pedicured French tip to rip a clean slit in the back. Inside was a perfectly folded piece of paper, one that looked to be ripped out of a journal. Dropping the envelope down, hearing it slip between her heater, she unfolded the thin piece of paper, adjusting her cat eye red frames before reading it.

I made love to her on paper. And spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all of her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip and pulled her hair in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen.

Her feeble fingers.

Lola’s brown eyes read over the cursive with a new interest each time. She yearned for the culprit. Who would send her such a lulling yet steamy, sexy, well though out poem? The tips of her nails brushed against the back of her neck, causing the short curls to fall from her bun. Just a day before Valentine’s? Lola was imprisoned in her thoughts, her mind trying to piece together the clues like a thousand piece puzzle. Lola studied the paper and noticed a smudged stained finger print in the corner. Bringing it closer to her face, she studied it, before sniffing it with caution.

“Chocolate?” Whoever wrote this must have been munching on Hershey kisses. Thank God it wasn’t some horrid unhygienic stain. After letting out a content smile with her mind still focused on her poem, she went to pick up her roses, ready to give them a new home. Just a single slender vase that her mother gave her sat on her kitchen counter directly in front of the tiny window. The poem sat open directly next to it, her eyes scanning the lines that had her knees weak. She could lean over that counter and stare at that piece of paper for hours, but it was going on seven o’clock and she needed some food and rest. Kissing her fingers lightly, Lola places them against the poem, a soft smile gracing her heart shaped lips before walking away.

Freshly showered and enjoying her usual spot outside on her personal balcony that was attached to the fire escape, Lola took small sips of the aged wine that was gifted to her for her 30th birthday. It was Armand de Brignac Rosé. Rich bouquet of red fruits gave the pink champagne a fresh full bodied feeling on the palate, lingering and complex. She placed the glass between her legs, adjusting her head wrap before hearing the familiar sound of balcony doors opening and the sound of boots hitting the metal surface.

It was him

Her Below.

He was quiet, definitely a loner, and stylish. Lola could talk his ear off again. She enjoyed his voice and admired his handsome features. Lola lifts softly from the ground, leaning over the railing to find him smoking with his back against the doors to his balcony and his knees drawn toward his chest with his forearms draping over them. He looked just as perfect as always. His dreads braided back, a pair of gold rimmed glasses on his face, black sweats with a white tee, and Doc Marten’s on his feet.

“Mind if I tell you about my day?” Lola seemed to have startled him, but as soon as his eyes looked towards hers, a simple yet genuine smile graced his lips.

“You know I love it when you talk to me, Lola.”

Erik puts out his weed against one of the rails of his balcony, placing it inside of his pocket before ascending the stairs to her level. With each step he took, his eyes never left hers and his lips remained in a permanent smirk.

“You look like you had a long ass day girl.” He leans against the railing directly next to her, his arms folded over his broad chest.

“Stressful AND long...you know how my work days normally are, I talk your ear off about it all the time.”

Erik shrugs, eyes lingering to the floor of the balcony, noticing her glass of wine.

“All I do is sit around my apartment, and write all damn day.” Erik yawns, before reaching for her glass.

Lola knew about Erik being a writer, but she didn’t know what kind of writer. He was pretty mysterious when it came to his personal life and day to day activities.

“So, uh...what do you write, exactly?” Erik brings his nose to her wine glass, taking a tentative sip before smacking his lips.

“This is some tart ass wine.” That didn’t stop him from taking another sip. Lola admired the way his full bottom lip would hang over the edge of her glass, the hot air from his nose fogging it. When he removed the glass from his lips, he would lick at the corners of his mouth, dimples deep. He was really something.

“You’re gonna tell me what you write about?”

Erik gave her a look, his eye brows shooting up with a crease of his forehead.

“I guess it’s fare that I share it, right?” Lola nodded her head in agreement, accepting her half empty glass of wine and taking a sip herself.

“I write erotica.”

The burn of the wine hitting the back of her throat caused her to cough faintly, a hand to her mouth and an uncomfortable crease in her brow. Erik couldn’t help the smile that fought to surface, shaking his head at her.

“Erotica you say?” She liked Erotica, literature or art intended to arouse sexual desire.

“I got your attention huh?” He teased her, licking his lips.

“Yeah, I’m not going to lie you did.” She reaches down to pick up her wine bottle, adding more to her glass, not so much to drink but more so to have something to do. Erik could be intimidating, and she didn’t want to come off as desperate while standing next to that beautiful man.

“Why write about sex?” His eyes glinted, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

“You sure you wanna turn up the heat Lola?”

Oh boy. What was she getting herself into tonight. She bit her lip in thought, her finger swirling around the rim of her glass.

“I’m curious, feed my curiosity Stevens.” He gave her a coy smile before clearing his throat to speak.

“I write to fuck with your brain, your heart, your morals, and your sense of self. Lust, love, desire, denial, boundaries, pain, pleasure...”

“So, it’s not about the sex, it’s about what reaction you get from it?” Lola could feel the wine doing its job, her movements becoming more loose with a blithe expression.

“I like to see how my words imprint on a women when they read my shit.” Erik fixed her with a gaze.

In that moment, Lola wanted to descend those stairs to his place, and pick through his writing. She imagined he had mountains of papers littering his desk with a lone type writer sitting in the corner. Maybe he even had piles of books for reference and some of his own work. His articulate nature was very sexy.

“I bet your words have an enormous effect.” Lola could feel his eyes on her, attempting to focus on drinking her wine rather than take in his sanguine eyes.

“They do. You wanna find out?” Erik pulls his phone from his back pocket, scrolling and typing. Her wary gaze traveled to his fingers, admiring how thick they were. She wondered how they looked holding a pen, or maybe even her hips? Taking a look at her wine glass, she suspected all of these thoughts were because of the tart alcohol. Her skin felt ignited and her lips extra moist from the assault of her tongue.

“Okay, Princess. Here is something I’ve been working on for a bit. Tell me what you think, aight?”

“Alright, I’ll be your critic.” She took his phone gently.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me if my shit is bad.” He gave her a leering gaze, one that already answered the questions in her head about how freaky this writing could be. Lola’s eyes finally fixed on his phone, shutting him out momentarily.

Turn around, and give me the perfect angle, the perfect silhouette. Let my eyes admire the pretty brown flesh with your delicate pedals peaking at me from behind, my staggering hands reaching under the bridge of your body to cup your breasts. Fuck abandonment, I wanna devour that flower from the back and shock your round flesh with my overworked hands while you stroke that slit on my aching tongue. Let me feel you shower me with that honey and shake under my assault. Grind me, feed me, suffocate me, while you moan and whisper a yess. Look back at me princess with those beautiful eyes and a nibble of your lips. Look back at me and instruct me, tell me what to do and how to do it. I want you immobile. Take my gift like the good girl you are. My soft lips, my wet tongue, my thick fingers. I need to explore you. Tell me where you like my tongue and how you want me to dip it. Is the texture just right? Am I being greedy with every satisfying stroke and flick? You’re breathtaking and I’m dangerous. Your delicate and I’m primal. It’s safe to say I delve into your deepest and tightest spot, claiming what’s mine with each invasion. Coax me further and yearn for the feeling, we got all night.

Panting, sighing, struggling to keep it together, Lola finally ends where he stopped. She hadn’t realized that her glass was empty again, and hadn’t noticed the grip she placed on his arm to keep her steady. Erik’s fingers sooth her back, the service alone feeding her wonder. She couldn’t even form words, her eyes blinking and her tipsy movements fighting with her.

“That was..”

“Forbidden territory?” He chuckles deep within his chest, his frame much closer than before.

“I don’t care, I’ll trespass.” She giggles nervously.

“Oh for real?” He said that deeply. “Tell me when and I’ll let you in. I’m just below you, Lola.”

“Are...are you flirting with me?” She trailed her hazy eyes down his frame. His stance definitely changed, he was practically looming over her like he was her personal shade to cool her off, and his face was gratifyingly close to hers.

“Is that a fucking problem?” He rumbled.

“Nah. I-I’m just...” Lola was on the brink of wrapping her legs around this man’s waist.

“Good, cuz we don’t need one unless it’s a problem you want me to fix?” Lola’s creamy brown skin grazed his bare arm, electrifying her. So apparently Erik has a thing for her. Lola thought back to the rose and letter from her secret admirer, wondering if it wasn’t a secret any longer...

“E...” she closes her eyes, flicking her lips with her tongue. This wine...

“What’s your plans for Valentine’s?” He cut her off suddenly.

“Nothing... it’s not like I have anything to look forward to.”

“Why don’t I keep you company? I would hate for you to be lonely.” The shock she felt had her insistent. Erik’s bold, brash behavior surfaced.

“So does that mean you can give me something to look forward to?” Her soft voice trailed off.

He licked at those lips, his fiery gaze strong and withholding. It was definitely clear from the signs that Erik was responsible for sending her the valentines surprise. Your mind traveled back to those words and the way he described the capabilities of that tongue of his. How was his erotic writing on the same level of his actions? She truly wanted to know. Why the hell not? What was the harm in being his naked demonstration? The chemistry was clearly there.

“That’s it Lola. No more wine, ever.” She let out a graceful laugh before batting her lashes at him.

“I like this Lola though, she’s bold. I’d love to tame that ass.” Erik brushes her cheek with his knuckle.

“Was that what you had in mind when you wrote that sexy little poem Erik?” He didn’t hide or deny anything, he just trapped her between him and that railing, his breath tickling her cheek.

“I got a lot of shit in mind. We got all fucking night into tomorrow, and yes I can go for that long ain’t no problem for me.”

Sex with Erik. It could be right where they stood, or on the floor in his apartment. Either way...Lola wanted to sample this man to see what she’d been missing. She wanted the opportunity to settle below him this time, but with her legs over his shoulders and his dick buried deep inside of her.

“Words Lola. You have a mouth, use that shit.” The scent of his breath was definitely that of chocolate. His hands delicately gripped at her neck, trailing down her chest and to her hips. Erik could definitely feel her heart beating through her clothes.

“I want you to show me, let it take all night if it has to.”

The friction of his hands on her hips increased as he lifted her up with ease, her legs wrapping around him swiftly. Her secret admirer walked down those stairs with her entangled within his embrace, her arms around his neck and his lips attacking her neck. This definitely had to be his plan. He smoothed his way into getting a chance with Lola, and now he had to ease her delicate body into the rough, frantic, scorching sex they were about to have.

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Erik: Lead the way, Baby Girl

Reader/OC:

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I’m thinking about writitng a one shot:

Where you come home from a run all sweaty and Erik is playing the game online with his friends, spots you all sweaty and tired natural hair frizzy damn near a MESS but that shit gets him MAD horny and from that point you knew you were in for it 🍆💦😈

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Pandora’s Box

Erik x Black Original Character

Warnings: Smut. Cursing

Summary: Raven was a girl from LA going through typical fuck boy relationship problems until she receives advice that takes her to a place she’s never been before meeting the one person that will change her life forever.

(This is my first fan fic yall I’m new to this stuff! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!)

Raven’s life was bustling to say the least. She was a nurse at the age of 27 in a strained relationship with her boyfriend of 3 years named Donovan. The relationship was amazing for the first two years but things started to take a turn for the worst; Lack of sex, little conversation, and the same drawn out routine. Raven started to believe that there wasn't any hope for their relationship. She had a best friend named Monica that shared lunch with her every day at a black owned cafe just outside of their job. Monica was a little on the wild side; had been for the past 12 years that they have been friends. On one rainy afternoon at approximately 1:45pm, Raven and Monica shared lunch together in their favorite booth next to a big window overseeing the busy streets of Los Angeles. They talked specifically this day about relationships, preferably Monica’s favorite… Raven’s.

 “So still trouble in paradise? Did you at least try sleeping naked this time around? Wrapping your leg around his waist being all touchy feely” Said Monica taking a steady sip of her chai tea. She had humor dancing in her eyes that Raven wasn't ready for yet another time around.

 “Well.. no but I sleep close to nudity. I always wear my same over sized white shirt with UCLA written on the back...no bra-no panties. I just don't feel like he’s really into me anymore. Maybe its me idk...”(But it couldn't be that could it? I’m the same as before).

 “Girl you gotta take whats yours! That's your man and if he wanna play stupid and pass up some good pussy that's right in front of him that's on him. Now I told you not to put up with this mess anymore. You too good for it, and he seems to be so caught up in his job to even care!”

 Monica’s tea sat forgotten to the side as she snapped at Raven, “Honestly Rae you are a smart, beautiful, caring person and if your man ain't stepping up and given in to what you puttin’ out then what else is there!”

 Raven let out a long groan running her hands over her messy curly bun finally resting her chin on her folded hands supported by her elbows. Their was an awkward silence for only a few minutes before the sound of the cafe door opening then closing snapped things back into place.

 “Yeah, maybe your right. I'm starting to get a little annoyed by the entire thing. I didn't sign up for a relationship that came with the possibility of being miserable and undesirable. Maybe me and him should-”

 Before raven could even finish a girl with shoulder length box braids, some dark blue jeans and a leather jacket zipped up to her neck came walking up to their table with a smile.

 “Well damn if it isn't miss Monica in the flesh? Its been what? 5 months now since I last saw you?”

 Raven looked over at Monica with confusion as Monica let out a chuckle standing up from the booth to greet the unknown girl

 “Ferrah you ain't changed a bit wassup girl! How are things for you?!”

 Monica gave Ferrah a hug and jumped into conversation as Raven sipped her water watching the scene in front of her.

 “You still Hanging out at-”

 Monica looked over at Raven through her peripheral forgetting where she was and instantly snapped into another conversation forgetting what she was about to mention. This however didn't leave Ravens train of thought as she squinted her eyes in confusion at her best friend. Monica ran her hands through her pressed blunt cut hair and motioned towards Raven,

 “Ferrah this is my best friend Raven, Raven this is my good friend Ferrah that I met about a year ago through mutual friends.”

 Raven smiled up at Ferrah and shook her hand. Ferrah gently took Raven’s hand in hers staring into her eyes,

 “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Im kinda envious”

 Raven chuckled letting go of Ferrah’s hand.

 “Um thanks, I get that a lot but no worries your eyes are beautiful too.”

   Ferrah generously smiled at Raven then turned back to Monica.

 “I hope to see you soon? We really need to catch up 5 months is a long time.”

 “Yeah of course absolutely, maybe grab a bite to eat, go for drinks you know...”

 they both gave each other a knowing smile then Ferrah said her last goodbye’s waving back at Raven and Monica before going to the cashier to place her order. Monica took out her wallet pulling a 20 dollar bill out tossing it on the table Raven had some questions but Monica seemed to be ready to go.

 “So you ready to head back into the chaos?”said Monica pulling on her black hoodie.

 “Yeah, lets get back we don't need Marsha breathing down our necks.”

 They grabbed any last bit of their things and headed out of the cafe. Raven turned to give one last look at Ferrah catching her eye as Ferrah gave her a sly smirk. A chill went up Raven’s spine… (what was her deal?)

  The ride home was peaceful yet drawn out because Raven was anxious to talk to Donovan about what was going on between them two. Raven Hopped out of her Honda Accord slinging her bag over her shoulder closing the door sharply before pressing the lock button twice to secure. The wind was heavy tonight and she knew her hair was a wet tangled mess, thankful that it was a Friday night and she could tackle this mane of curls and get some sleep. Raven took out her key to the apartment complex frigidly opening the door so she could hurry in. Finally making it to her apartment she tossed her bag on the table near her front door and put both of her keys on the hook. She took one good look around; the place was still tidy and there were no signs of anyone else being here besides her from the morning. Raven  leaned back against her door letting out a sigh that caused a single curl to rise, then fall again.

 “A bath is definitely needed.”

 Taking out her honey scented bath bomb Raven watched as it fuzzed then dissolved in the hot bath that awaited her. She untied her robe and took the scrunchie that held her hair down taking her hands to give her hair a shake. She gently settled into the bath feeling all her muscles unravel at the feel of the hot bath. She tilted her head back, lips parted as she absorbed the silence and the constant drip of the faucet. For some reason, this made Raven feel.. heated-more alert and definitely horny. Raven slowly dragged her hand down her chest in between her breast, down her belly, now resting on top of her pussy. She cupped it as a small gasp left her mouth. She took no time to part her lips and rub slow deliberate circles around her clit, eyes rolling back. She lifted one leg over the edge of the tub to get a better feel. Soft moans escaped her lips as she rubbed faster right on the spot that made her weak. She decided to add two fingers into her pussy pumping fast and needy. Raven let out a loud moan as she leaned forward pumping quickly over her g spot. Already she felt a familiar tug behind her stomach and she pleaded for more. Before she could even so much as cum, her iPhone began to rang on the toilet. Raven groaned at the disturbance snatching up her phone quickly. The number was unknown and usually she didn't take unknown calls but the area code was definitely LA. She paused for a second then decided to answer quickly (maybe its some kind of scam).

 “This is Raven Who’s this?”

 there was a still silence before a velvety voice spoke out on the other line.

 “It’s Ferrah; you know from the Cafe earlier...Monica’s friend.”

 Raven took the phone from her ear looking at the device as if she heard incorrectly.

 “Hey… How’d you end up with my number? Did Monica give you it?”

 Ferrah slightly chuckled before speaking again,

 “yeah, is that a problem? We kinda got the talking on the phone earlier and she was telling me about your lame ass boyfriend so I though I'd give you a call for some advice.”

 Raven pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again, (This girl was surely bold).

 “yeah I don't need any advice on that and I don't even know why she even told you my business lame boyfriend or not.”

 Ferrah sighed on the other end but she wasn't reluctant to let up.

 “look im sorry about calling you, I just… wanted to give you some insight see if I could suggest something for you to get over him.”

 Raven sat back and squinted her eyes a little hesitant to accept advice from someone she doesn't know.

 “Okay.. Talk.”

 “So Monica was explaining to me how your boyfriend of 3 years has been acting a little stand offish towards you, kind of avoiding you? Well to tell you the truth Monica is a little to afraid to come out and say it, and I think you are too.”

  Raven felt like she was pulled in by Ferrah’s voice.

  “Your man is laid up with somebody else baby girl, and trust me from sister to sister.. I know the feeling. You sit up all night wondering where he is? Work he says. Then you want to have sex and you know spice up the relationship? Not so eager. Then Yall lay up doing the same shit, and half the time you wanna pick his brain but its like there is some kind of shield.. He always has his phone on him, being all private and shit, trust me girl the list goes on.”

 You stare at the faucet knowingly feeling a bit nervous because it feels like she is pealing away all the layers of your relationship. You kinda wish you talked to her before. The big hairy monster that was holding you back seemed to have eased up a bit as you listened further.

 “Now we don't deserve that shit, these niggas love playing games with us and think we gonna be gullible and naive forever? Nah there needs to be an end to that shit.”

 There was silence for a second, you didn't respond just waited for her to speak.

 “I know a way that you could forget the hurt, and pull yourself back into your needs, your sexual desires.”

 You took in a sharp breath as her voice rang in your ears smooth, drawing you in.

 “I’m listening.”

 “Meet me tomorrow night at 9pm, I will text you the address.”

  without another word the line clicked and Ferrah was gone. Raven took the phone from her ear slowly placing it on the toilet. She leaned back in the tub trying to figure out what happened just now. She heard her phone chime and she reached to pick it up again. Ferrah’s number shown where she sent the message, so Raven unlocked her screen to read the address:

2300 Westwood Ste 004, Oakland, CA

@thehonorablekingerik @bartierbakarimobisson @killmongirl