SoftBoi Erik x Reader (Uriah)
Summary: Loosely based off on “Spend it” by Summer Walker.
Uriah is a soft girl but Erik pissed her off sooo she spends Erik’s ✨munyun✨. With all the Sinners fics I HIGHkey been missing Erik lil thotty ass.
Furious wasn’t even the word to describe Uriah’s mood. She was in a full-blown psychotic state. A part of her seriously considered having a full Angela Bassett Waiting to Exhale moment with his clothes. Erik had pissed her off one too many times, and she was done.
She stormed out of his house and returned to her condo in the sky—because seriously, who the fuck needed Erik?
They’d gotten into another heated argument—this time over his feelings for her. Or rather, his inability to express them. And of course, Erik brushed her off like always, claiming she was “tripping” and that she should already know how he felt. But she didn’t. Sure, he bought her things. Said “I love you” occasionally. But she needed more than that. She wanted to hear why he loved her. Why her. Was that really too much to ask?
Uriah was done. Or so she told herself. Meanwhile, Erik wouldn’t stop blowing up her phone with calls and texts. Honestly, she was shocked he hadn’t already shown up at her door, banging to be let in.
Another text. Erik was relentless.
“You done acting like a brat?”
“Call me when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”
That last one came with a picture of his dick. Typical.
He was the childish one, not her. If he could just be honest about his damn feelings, all of this would blow over. But instead, she was thirty-something, ready to settle down, while Erik still wanted to play games.
Fine. She could play too.
She fired back a single text, ignoring the garbage above it:
“Give me the last four of your credit card. Buy back my love—you can keep your heart.”
The bubbles popped up instantly.
Got him, she thought, smirking as she closed the app.
She wasn’t usually the type to buy lavish things, but Erik was. And she couldn’t wait to piss him off with all the extra charges when the statement hit.
She spent the afternoon deciding: elevate her “earthy girl” aesthetic or redecorate the condo she’d practically abandoned after getting serious with Erik. She opted for both.
Givenchy, diamonds, and pearls—three months’ worth of rent spent in a single spree. She knew Erik would be livid when the notifications started rolling in. That was the point.
Every purchase? Overnighted. Or, at minimum, express shipping.
She didn’t want sweet nothings anymore. She wanted to be spoiled. Pleasured.
Uriah stretched from her spot on the couch, got up, and packed her small orange duffle for a solo dinner followed by a luxurious two day staycation—spa, massage, the works. One more purchase wouldn’t hurt, she thought as she stepped out.
“No, I still haven’t heard from him.” Uriah mumbled into the phone, balancing it between her shoulder and ear while turning the key into her front door.
It had been three days since Erik’s last call or text. At this point, she was convinced it was over. And she might just have to sell her ass—and toes—to pay off all the damage she did to his black card.
She dropped her duffle and turned on the foyer light.
There he was. Erik. Sitting in the middle of a sea of her packages.
“Ma, I’ll call you back,” she muttered, placing the phone down, eyes never leaving his.
“Erik, what are you doing here?”
He sat wide-legged in her chair, arms stretched over the sides like a king on a throne. Silent. Watching.
She scanned the room—most boxes were ripped open, contents sprawled across the floor and couch. Her heart pounded.
She stood frozen, like a child caught doing something bad.
“Baby?” she whispered, tucking a loc behind her ear. “I missed you.”
When in doubt, butter him up.
She eased her way between his legs.
“Silk Chanel scarf, $550. Givenchy blouse, $1,650. Pearl studs, $170…” Erik read from his phone, tracking her approach.
He stood, towering over her.
“Spend it on me?” he quoted from her message. “How you feel, Princess?”
His smirk brushed her ear like a whisper.
Words failed her. The spite had melted into something softer, more vulnerable.
“Speak, Princess,” he said.
He rustled through the chaos, finally pulling out a box. Savage X Fenty.
“I’m feeling generous,” he said. “I’ll let you pick.”
She exhaled sharply—hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath.
No time to overthink. She chose something buttercream yellow, delicate. She smoothed vanilla-coconut cream over her cocoa skin and slipped the lingerie on. Her locs cascaded freely down her back, just above the swell of her ass.
His voice carried from the doorway.
She obeyed, settling at the edge of the bed as he approached.
“Uriah went and spent Daddy’s money like the fucking brat she is,” he spoke, amused.
He opened a James Allen jewelry box and placed a single diamond necklace around her neck.
“You’ve got good taste, though.”
He kissed her neck. She shivered.
“Nah, Princess.” He locked eyes with hers. “You’re not sorry. Stand on business.”
Her lips parted. Her body buzzed.
“Before, my love couldn’t be bought. But now… maybe that’s all I want.”
“Buy me more, Daddy.” She pinched a nipple, spread her legs. “You never talk. You just throw gifts at me. But never your love.”
Her fingers slid between her thighs. Roaming her wet opening.
“Do you love me, Daddy?” Uriah began to unravel without his help.
Erik grabbed her wrist, licking her slick from her fingers before replacing them with his own.
He knelt beside the bed, stretching her open. Her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled.
“Of course I fucking love you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
When he pulled his fingers from her, she whimpered. He trailed kisses from her neck to her thighs before diving back in.
“I love you!” she moaned, legs shaking. He lapped her up like honey.
He hovered, pressing kisses all over her face, then aligned himself with her entrance. His thick length slid in slow, deliberate.
“I love you,” he moaned into her mouth. “I fucking love you, Uriah.”
His thrusts were unhurried.
He hadn’t cared about the money. He had plenty. What hurt was his own inability to say what he felt.
But this? This was how he showed it. Every soft stroke was a confession.
Uriah’s hips moved with his rhythm, tears slipping down her cheeks as he pushed her legs back for a deeper angle.
He had never touched her like this.
He stroked her through it.
“That’s Daddy’s princess,” he whispered. “I love how you take care of us. I love your mind. I love the way your nose wrinkles when you think. How passionate you are. The way you care for everyone without wanting anything in return. Your fire. The way you challenge me. Make me a better man. I’m in love with you, Uriah.”
She sobbed beneath him. “I love you so much, Erik.”
And with every word, every movement, his walls crumbled.
Later, as they lay tangled together, she teased, “Maybe I should spend all your money. You talk better when I do.”
Erik chuckled, fingers stroking her locs. “Princess, you can have whatever you want.”
His voice faded into sleep.
Fuck that black card, she thought, snuggling into him. He has my heart.
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