#you ain’t smooth doux

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Mrs. Officer

A/N: Aight, so boom. Ya girl can’t sleep so I was up listening to this Apple 2008 Hip Hop playlist and this song came on. That’s when I got this idea. Hear me out. Our King of Oakland gets pulled over but ends up not minding. Hope y’all enjoy. This will have a couple parts or so...nah jk...unless....

WARNING: Police, unsafe driving, short (as hell) Erik being Erik and smutty situations.(It’s still fuck twelve though...)

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Mrs. Officer by Lil Wayne

WORD COUNT: 1213

It was a calm California day in December when one of the smoothest men in West LA rolled his navy blue 1990’s inspired low rider. He was listening to old school Lil Wayne with his right hand on the wheel and left on the outside of his window. The sun was still out and the streets still flowed with a plenty of people to check out how clean his ride was.

He stopped at a red light bopping his head to the beat when a 2019 cherry red Jaguar pulled up. The driver was a Latin looking guy who had hair gel back and gray eyes. The driver of the low rider looked at the man and straight ahead. He heard how the Jaguar revved up his engine. Then, all of a sudden the light turned green and they were off. They were neck at neck with one another, 80 mph in a 50 miles zone.

The low rider was in lead when he heard it and saw the flashing lights behind him. “Fuck, they always wanna fuck with someone”, the black man said slowly pulling over and turning his music down. The officer stepped out, pants tight and shoes clicking against the pavement. The driver held out his hands out the window with his license and registration. As a black man in America, he knew the protocol. He was “threatening”, intimidating at least. He stayed cool and chill.

“Hm, I see this isn’t your first time getting pulled over, huh brotha”, he heard. But this voice was so smooth like a songbird to his eardrums. So delicate like freshly done laundry and her scent was like cinnamon on a Christmas Day. The man looked up and couldn’t believe the vision in his sight. She stood there, brown skin looked as if it was kissed by God herself. Kinky hair in a slick back bun, eyes like chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Her figure...

“Damn”; she was thicker than a natural woman’s hair without a perm. She held a pad in her hands, clicking the pen. “Sir, you okay?” Her thick brow rose with the question. The man cleared his throat and looked up with a smirk. “I’m way better than okay, Mrs. Officer. How ya doing, beautiful?”

“Sir, do you know why I pulled you over”, she said as her hands grazed his fingertips to gather his stuff. He leaned into the window and up to look at her gorgeous, full, pink lips and said “nah, but I’m feeling in doe. Why did you pull me over, ma’am?”

“Well”, she looked at his license and back at him “Mr. Stevens, you were going a good 85 miles per hour back there. You could have hurt someone or worst. Yourself.” Mr. Stevens smirked up at her badge then looked at her hand before he went to her eyes. “Well, thank you Mrs. Officer Y/L/N. For making sure I was good but you must have not seen the muthafucka driving past me.”

Mrs. Officer rose her brow with a smirk as she pointed down the street making him look. There was the other car, pulled over and head into the hood getting cuffed. “Well, sir. You should be glad that I pulled you over and not that pasty ass bastard.” He smiled at her as she leaned down to his face. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

She stood straight and made her way back to her car as she watched in the side mirror. He watched as her wide set hips went side to side making him getting in a trance. He had to thank Bast above for blessing him with an officer like that. He watched as she stood at her door, tucking her loose hair behind her ear and imagined how she would look with her fro out. Imagined her with just handcuffs and heels, with her behind in the air. Stevens imagined her riding him while her breasts bounced. His hands gripping onto her hips tightly and her huge ass bouncing like a two set of basketballs. He imagined them having wild, kinky sex while choking each other; resulting them in climaxing together.

“Mr. Erik Stevens”; her sweet voice pulled him back into reality. He looked up at her as she held out his stuff for him. His fingers caressed hers as he took the papers back. He looked at her eyes and smirk noticing her smirking back only a tad before saying “you’re free to go. I’m letting you off with a warning.”

“How come”, he asked and she knelt down to his eye level. “Because your record seems to be clean according to my system and besides you were just having a little too much fun. But if I catch you again doing this, you’ll be in very big trouble.” He chuckled and said “I guess all cops ain’t bad. I mean ya are bad but in a good way though. A beautiful way.”

She rolled her eyes and said “ya just saying that because I’m not giving you a ticket.” He looked up to her and shook his head. “Nah, I meant that shit. Pretty self out here protecting” Her eyes bored into his and he can see the lust in her eyes. “Aight, get outta here before I write ya a ticket”, she said with a smile and walking to her patrol car. He began to start the car but stopped; Erik look back at her about to get in then he hopped out, jogging to her. “Hey, Officer Y/L/N.”

She looked up to him and even though she was a solid 5’6, he was a giant compared to her. She got a better view of his physique. “Yes, Mr. Stevens.”

“Just call me Erik.”

“Can I help ya, Erik?”

He folded his arms and said “why a sista like you a cop anyways? Especially with all the shit happenin’ between our people and y’all?” She looked around with one eye shut then looked at him up and down with both eyes. “Well, that’s a long story and besides, I gotta head back to the station. It’s time to clock out.”

“What ya doing after work? Maybe we can meet up and you can tell me the ‘long story’.” Officer Y/L/N shook her head and said “can’t. I have to be home to get ready for a family event tomorrow.”

“Well, how ya gonna tell me the story then?”

“Strike two. One more and I’ll write ya a ticket”. He rose his brow and said “ya ain’t gonna write me a ticket.” She lifted up her pad and clicked her pen as she looked at him writing. He looked at her in disbelief and watched as she ripped the ticket off folded in hand, and took the carbon copy to place in her pocket. “Awe, farreal. Come on, Mrs. Officer.”

She opened her car door and said “I warned ya. Have a good night, Mr. Stevens” with a smile and drove off looking in the rear view mirror. Erik walked to his car door and was about to rip the ticket when he noticed something. There was no total but instead he read “310 555 7289, Meet at the Santa Monica Pier next Saturday. -Mrs. Officer”. He looked up to see her patrol car driving off into the distance and he couldn’t help but to smirk.

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The Insomnia Saga (pt1)

Sören était un jeune hockeyeur rempli de talent mais qui avait refusé la NHL pour venir s’installer en Corée du Sud et nombreux de ses compatriotes ignoraient pourquoi il avait choisi cette solitude… Fallait-il qu’il soit amoureux ? En effet… Car le jeune homme était tombé amoureux d’une femme exceptionnelle. Certes plus âgée que lui et d’un autre monde mais le géant savait qu’elle l’aimait, surtout quand il voyait son regard pétillant tracer chaque muscle de son torse.

 « Tu vas m’user. » dit-il simplement en enfilant son t-shirt

« Déjà mais tu n’as que 22 ans… » murmura-t-elle en glissant ses mains sous le t-shirt

« Yoona… » Sören serra la mâchoire

« Tu es si jeune, pourtant, tu es tellement courageux…. Tellement gentil avec moi. » Elle enleva le t-shirt  

« Yoona… » Grogna Sören encore

« Si patient … » Ses mains défaisaient sa ceinture « Et si sage. » Elle défit le pantalon qui tomba au sol. « Si puissant et si grand » Le boxer rejoignit le sol « Si beau… » Elle remonta ses mains vers cette mâchoire serré et ce visage qu’elle aimait tant « Si fort… » l’idole vint le débarrasser de ses lunettes puis posa ses mains sur ses hanches « Si doux et pourtant… » elle murmura doucement contre sa peau « Il en faut peu… pour que tu deviennes si sauvage… »

« T’joues avec l’feu » siffla Sören en la soulevant sans effort

« Mais tu aimes ça. » Elle caressa son visage

« Nan. J’t’aime toi. » Sören vint la déposer dans le lit et entreprit de défaire son chemisier « J’suis pas doué avec les mots  de ta langue » il déposa un baiser entre ses seins « mais j’suis certain.. qu’tu sais tout c’que j’pense de toi. » le chemisier rejoignit le sol, comme son soutien-gorge. « T’me rends dingue » Il embrassait maintenant son ventre et vint débarrasser la jeune femme de son jeans, puis de sa culotte.

« Mon Géant. » Elle caressa ses cheveux et l’amena a ses lèvres pour un long baiser.

 L’amour avec le suédois était parfois rude, parfois sauvage, mais cette après-midi, l’amour se fit tout en douceur et toute en lenteur. Yoona se délectait de la douceur de son géant, son corps épousant parfaitement son rythme et ses mains parcourant avec tendresse la puissance du géant. C’est dans un tumulte de plaisir et de soupirs que leur danse se termina, laissant Yoona satisfaite et son géant repus.

  -

  Elrick regardait la télé et rit en donnant un coup de coude à Ewan. Les deux chanteurs observaient l’écran pour rire légèrement. Ils avaient donc échappé à ça ? Ils regardaient l’écran ou se dessinait les participants de la nouvelle année de Danse avec les Stars US. Des couples du petit écran puis RM de BTS apparut sur l’écran. Il expliquait que ça permettrait au plus grand nombre d’apprendre à connaître la KPOP. Puis il découvrit sa danseuse.

 « Holy cow… » marmonna Namjoon en voyant la sublime femme assise contre le miroir

 Le montage coupa sur la présentation de la danseuse qui se trouvait être Maria Vega. L’une des grandes gagnantes et la première à s’offrir 4 victoires, ayant gagné sa saison, un spécial de Noël, une saison d’All-Stars et une saison All-stars internationale. Elle était aussi l’ancienne meneuse des Pussycat Dolls et connue pour son tempérament sulfureux. Namjoon s’approcha et l’aida à se lever. Maria était plus petite que lui et toutes en courbes. Elle jugea un peu sa posture et roula des yeux quand il n’osa pas poser ses mains sur elle.

 « Dude, relax. » Elle rit un peu « All right let’s get kinky. »

 Elle sortit un grand ruban noir de son sac et vint bander les yeux de Namjoon. Elle sourit un peu et vint le guider doucement guidant ses mains.

 « We’re gonna dance a rumba… you need to touch me…” Maria le guidait et lentement Namjoon se détendait au contact de l’explosive argentine

« Im like not used to not be in control.. » Il marmonnait un peu gêné alors que la sulfureuse latino venait d’enlever son ruban de ses yeux.

« Lemme tell you something i’ve learned from my partner from the international mix-up. I’ve danced with a lovely gentlemen called Jack Lincoln, he taught me that always being in control is a bad thing when it comes to couples dances.” Elle passa une main dans les cheveux de Namjoon et rit légèrement avant de venir lui faire écouter la musique sur laquelle ils allaient danser.

« Blood sweat and tears… » Namjoon sourit a Maria qui sourit un peu

 On les vit ensuite répété d’arrache-pied  quand BTS entra dans la salle et que Namjoon avait Maria sur l’épaule. Namjoon la laissa revenir au sol avec douceur  et sous les yeux impressionnés Maria leur fit découvrir sa chorégraphie sur BST. Jimin était impressionné, J-Hope était sans voix et Taehyung s’étonnait de voir Namjoon à ce point-là se laisser diriger.

  -

 Hoseok avait quitté le studio avant tout le monde, content que Namjoon fasse une autre semaine dans le programme. Il avançait vers un hôtel, donna un nom de code et reçut sa clef. Il entra dans la chambre et sourit en voyant les pétales. Puis il vit, une sublime blonde, installé dans le lit dans une lingerie noire contrastant avec sa peau diaphane qui l’attendait. Elle décroisa ses jambes très lentement et sourit doucement en voyant le rappeur se mordre la lèvre. Elle se leva et vint le débarrasser de sa veste, puis de sa cravate.

 « Tu vas me rendre fou. » dit-il doucement en embrassant le cou de la belle

« Déjà ? » elle caressa doucement son torse, défaisant chaque bouton

« Ça fait 4 ans. » dit-il doucement en caressant ses cheveux

« Aujourd’hui. » elle le poussa dans le lit et s’assit sur ses genoux. « Aujourd’hui ça fait 4 ans que tu es à moi. »

« Et vice versa. » Il embrassa ses lèvres avec douceur « Tu m’as terriblement manqué Lily. »

« Tu m’as manqué plus. » elle défit son pantalon et sourit doucement « Alors Maria Vega ? »

« Elle est douée mais c’est pas toi. T’es meilleure. » Hoseok avait commencé à défaire la lingerie

« Elle est plus que douée ! » Lily brandit triomphalement la ceinture en riant « Elle a redéfinit le sex-appeal Hoseok, ce n’est pas rien ! » dit-elle

« Je préfère toujours ton sex-appeal » dit-il en faisant tournoyer le soutien-gorge

« Tu n’es pas du tout objectif. » dit Lily en se levant laissant J-Hope lui enlever sa culotte et le débarrassant de son pantalon et de son boxer

« J’assume ne pas l’être, parce que j’ai la perfection à la française. » dit-il en caressant la cuisse de la jeune blonde

« C’est Diana çà. » Lily se mordit la lèvre

« Tu me saoules Valois. » Dit-il en l’attrapant et la plaquant dans le lit « Je t’aime toi. Personne d’autre, je désire que toi, et tu vas hurler mon nom. »

« J’attends que ça. » Lily se mordit la lèvre alors qu’Hoseok vint la faire sienne sans plus tarder.

 Ils avaient toujours eu des préliminaires plutôt étranges, mais leurs ébats étaient toujours aussi puissants. Hoseok usant de ses hanches de danseur chevronné et Lily se fondant contre lui telle la danseuse extraordinaire qu’elle était. Leurs danse sensuelle les emmena jusqu’à l’aube. Aube ou la jeune blonde s’étira tel un félin observant son beau rappeur se rhabiller.

 « Tu vas devoir être très bon acteur ce soir… » dit-elle doucement

« Un bon acteur ? Oh oui… tu seras chez James Corden ce soir… » Il soupira « Eh beh on verra qui de nous deux est le plus doué pour cacher ses sentiments. »

« Tu sais que ce sera moi. » Elle soupira en venant l’embrasser

« Je sais. » Il la serra contre lui et caressa sa joue.

 -

 Ce soir-là chez James Corden, BTS et Super M observa les 3 femmes assises en face d’eux. Il y avait Morganna Holmes, la révélation de la chanson et chanteuse assez talentueuse, Lily Valois,  une chanteuse de broadway et danseuse extraordinaire, puis Malia Hart, la batteuse du groupe de JUMP et un pilier légendaire des femmes dans le rock.  On posa quelques questions simple quand James se leva.

 « You’re all three from differen countries. But like Morganna and Malia always spoke English, Lily you’re French… so we asked Twitter what would be a classical French song. A go-to karaoke song !” dit James fièrement.

 Lily dans sa tenue sa combinaison fleurie s’approcha de l’écran et explosa de rire, elle s’étira un peu et tapota l’épaule de James avec le sourire.

 « That’s trolling. La tribu de Dana maybe a classic amongst my generation, but it’s not like classic french variety.” Elle rit légèrement “Oh my god… Tryo. Yeah they went all the way for the trolling here. Either you want a real classic or I’ll be rapping I guess.”

“Let’s hear her majesty rap !” dit Morganna “Give it to the trolls and be a French troll.”

“Here goes nothing” Lily rit en commençant à rapper le premier couplet la tribu de Dana avec un énorme sourire arrivée au refrain. « And that’s it… »

« I have a question”  fit Ten “Aren’t you like a broadway artist, why don’t you sing a classical French musical song ?”

“Ohhh there’s plenty.” Dit Malia “ I wanna here ya sing something from Notre Dame”

“I would die for a Starmania song” dit Morganna

“I ain’t singing those.” Dit-elle en riant “That’s my mom’s generation” Elle s’étira et commença à chanter ‘Être à la Hauteur’ du Roi Soleil et elle s’inclina en riant

« Smooth. » nota Malia en riant

« Héhé. » Lily s’assit dans le canapé en regardant James « That’s a song from a Musical about the King Louis XIV… hence the smooth from Malia »

“OOOh yeah smooth.” James rit un peu “For those who don’t know, Lily plays a French spy under Louis XIV in the new Netflix hit. Oh apparently Taemin is a big fan !”

 Lily rit un peu et vint serrer la main à Taemin alors que Hoseok serrait un peu plus la mâchoire. Mark eut un grand moment de solitude quand Ten l’afficha devant sa légende et Namjoon ronchonna en disant que Maria le faisait souffrir, mais que dans le fond il aimait ça…

 Morganna regardait son téléphone à la fin de la soirée et sourit… bientôt…

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Simple Things

~Alrighty, loves. This one shot was inspired by everyone taking college midterms, that scene in How High and with 4/20 passing. Erik and Black Reader are college study buddies/ friends who are working on college stuff when the reader gets stressed out. Erik decides to ease her mind and let’s go a few things off his chest. Contains some tearjerkers and of course a lot fluff. PLEASE READ THIS WHILE LISTENING TO SIMPLE THINGS BY MIGUEL

ERIK ‘KILLMONGER’ STEVENS X BLACK READER ****

You sat on the couch watching some documentary about on physics studies while you waited for your study buddy. Apparently, he knew everything about everyone in this subject and was the star pupil. You really didn’t need a partner but hey, he was a pretty cool guy. Very serious but knew when you should goof around. You showered beforehand and changed into your favorite high school class sweater and black leggings with you curly fro in a pineapple ponytail. You heard a knock on the door and when you opened it, he stood their, hair braided and gold rimmed glasses you knew wasn’t prescription but he always claim they were. He wore a white tee, jeans and all white Air Force ones with his messenger bag on. “What up, kid”, he said when he kissed your temple. “Hey, Killer”, you smiled once he sat and made himself comfortable. “Damn, you got a nickname for me every time but I like it though. Keeps me on my toes.” He took off his book bag and dug to get his books out. “So, what we getting into tonight?” You sat next to him and said: “well, I got an exam on the REAL history of the slavery era for my AA studies class”. He chuckled and said “should be easy. Since you know everything.” As he chuckled, you poked your finger through his dimple and it turned to it pretending to bite at it, making you giggle. “Aight. Aight. Get to work, ‘princess’”, he said in a sarcastic tone. You side eyed him and said, “ewwww, you sounding like my dad.” He laughed at the memory of him meeting your dad when he came by months ago for your birthday and kept referring you to his ‘princess ‘. An hour past and you sat there with just a paragraph out of five pages done. You lied your head on the keyboard, all while he saw. “Y/N, you dead?” He lifted your head off the laptop and took it from you reading out loud with a raised brow. “Gshsfsysisfshjudgenushsi. Girl you speaking tongues now?” You raised your head up and your eyes flew to his face. “Ain’t this some bullshit? I got ...” you paused then he said “writer’s block” and thought about it with him looking into your face. He grabbed a Diamond Sweet Swisher and a black pill bottle which he popped open to the most glorious cannabis product you ever smelt. “Kill, we can’t.” “Psh. You say that but you don’t mean that shit, Y/N.” You rolled eyes as he started rolling the decent sized blunt. You just lied your head back against the cushion of the couch and in between his legs. He looked down at you with a smiling and lighting the blunt. “Y’Know” he began to speak. “I always wonder why you always stressing but got a nigga. Like he ain’t doing his job. Seems like I gotta make you happy two times now since he fucking up, on some G shit.” You looked up and said “I can say the same. Ya girl ain’t doing nothing either, E. She doesn’t even have a job and is barely going to class.” He held the blunt to your lips so you can take a hit and he did the same after you, nodding. “True. Very true, little one. But we ain’t a thing no more. Called it off last week.” You arched your brow in deep thought and deep in high. “How come” you asked taking your puff out and tossing it around, letting it naturally fall. His eyes looked at the back of your head when he admitted. “She wasn’t for me. She wanted expensive shit. I mean I can afford it. Don’t get me wrong but she acts like a nigga just won the lotto something. She one of the females who wanna model and act because it can make millions easily but to be honest, I ain’t with it.” You looked up at him and asked: “so what do you want?” “Well, ya know. The simple things. Someone to chill with. Someone to smoke with, laugh with, lay with. I just want the simple things.” He ran his fingers through ya curls and said: “I want someone like you, princess.” You stood still. Did he just say what you think he just said? You swallowed the backed up air and took a deep breath before asking as you turned around. “Why me?” He still massaged your scalp. “Why you think, Y/N? You cool as fuck, laid back, you simple. Not a bad thing. You just like to be to yourself, you don’t party, you someone I need in my life. I just want you.” He gently put your head to the side and kissed the side of your temple which made your heart stop. You had no idea he felt this way about you. He was always so stern and serious so for him to open up like this caught you by surprise. He slowly massaged your scalp waiting for your response but when nothing came out, he stopped his hands and his eyes met yours. “Look I don’t wanna complicate things for you. I know you got a man and all but honestly I really don’t care about him. I know for sure I’m what you need”. He took the blunt out his mouth to blow out the air but your finger tips squeezed his lips together horizontally and your eyes were staring into his dark brown orbs. Your lips got closer to his and when you said “me and him stopped fucking with each other weeks before”. Erik’s eyes grew big then you said “blow”, he blew the smoke into your puckered lips getting closer. You two shared a passionate kiss in a cannabis fog that seemed like it covered you both; making you forget what happened but you two ended up in bed together, in the nude. Your head lied on his smooth chest and your hands were intertwined. He looked down at your hands then at you as you still looked yours. “This is what I needed. Just the laying up with my girl, after making love, smoking and laughing. Stress-free without a care in the world. All I wanted was someone true. I just wanted you and I got you.” You looked up at him, through a lip bite and said “same here.” He smiled then pressed his lips against yours as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

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