4/20 oneshot. #Erik × OC, Erik × reader, smut
Erik heard the distinct sound of flip flops clapping linoleum and turned to catch the fleeting view of Erin’s ass jiggling in her Ralph Lauren grey briefs before she disappeared into the kitchen where his boy, Jabril was unbagging shit he’d bought from the Walmart ten minutes away. “Boy! Why you ask me what I wanted if you wasn’t gonna bring it. Where my chips at,” he heard Erin challenge. He could imagine her face. Her even brown skin, round youthful cheeks that made her look like she was still stuck in her teens, dark black eyes squinted in eternal annoyance, a snub nose, and curved lips. The top was skinny but the bottom was fat like his.
In his head, she was staring Bril down, using her age to pull rank since she was the slightly older twin. She was probably wearing a satin bonnet, smacking her scalp with the heel of her palm or digging in something with them long ass nails.
Jabril made his way out of the kitchen and tossed Erik an Arizona Iced Tea, hopping over the back of the couch to fall into the cushion. He cracked open his Mountain Dew and Erik started the game, Street Fighter. “Get ready to get fucked up nigga,” Jabril smirked grabbing the second controller.
“Nah, run this fade,” Erik quipped choosing his fighter.
“Y'all dumb,” Erin muttered from behind.
You stomped into the living room, slowing up and sliding your feet in your white slides when you recognized the guest with broad shoulders sitting on your couch across from the TV and next to your brother. His best friend from uni. You’d recognize that nappy headed egg dome anywhere.
“So you remember his drink but you can’t remember chips,” you frowned, lip twisted. “You put a nigga over your own blood.. My mouth was set. Why you couldn’t just get my chips, nigga?”
“These fuckin chips..,”Jabril groaned, pressing buttons on the PS4 controller. “What you tryna get liposuction for if you just gonna eat chips?”
Your eyes flashed to the back of Erik’s head for the briefest of seconds but he didn’t seem to care. You hated when your brother exposed your business in front of people.
“That’s cool, you don’t wanna get me my chips. I got you next time you want me to get yo ugly bum ass scrub ass in the club.”
“You bugging, shit..” Jabril blew through his mouth and chucked the controller so that it skidded a few feet away.
”I’ll be back,” he grumbled heading back out.
Erin dropped onto the couch immediately in Jabril’s place, staring at the paused game before picking up the controller.
“Let’s play,” she said and the game sparked back to life. Erik didn’t question it. If she could play, great. If not, he’d just beat her ass and take the win.
“King’s Court,” the game announced. Erik chose his fighter. “Sagat. How dare you challenge the king?” Erik assumed Erin would choose a woman just because she herself was a woman, but she chose Ryu. “Ryu. Go beyond the battle!” The battle started. “Your words are not needed,” Sagat said with folded arms. Ryu assumed his fight pose, “This is the path of my destiny!” Round one. Erik attacked out of the gate with a kick and two tiger uppercuts which connected. His attacks were relentless and Erin had to block or run the risk of dying quickly. Erik refused to go easy, she’d picked up the controller so she had to take that L.
“Fuck you,” she sighed, eyes glued forward. “Do underestimate me, I want you to.”
In all of her ducking and guarding, she found an in and hit him with a couple Hadoukens and a Tatsumaki Senpukyaku kick. “Tiger Uppercut. Break Him Apart… Hadouken. Hadouken.” They were neck and neck. Erik was completely focused on not losing, his eyes glued to the screen. If he wasn’t careful, she’d kick his ass and he knew her. She’d rub it in his face then he’d have to act like he didn’t care and like he let her win. He hit one more combo and it was enough to deplete her HP. “K.O!” Sagat stood over Ryu laughing. “Round 2. Fight!” The game went much the same way. It was close, but Erin took the win. Erik nodded in acceptance, determined to win it all as Erin sat cocky on her side of the couch. She won round three and Erik was annoyed by the way she pursed her lips in pride all smug like she did something. He nodded again as the game went to round four. The air was tense as they both pulled combos out of their asses. Erik’s win.
“Kiss my ass,” he remarked and the final round began.
“I’m a kick ya ass real quick and then my brother can get it next,” she replied running her mouth.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone getting hit with three combos. How bout you block them bitches first,” he said as Sagat kicked the hell out of Ryu. She came back with a couple of combos of her own, but in the end he got the last hit and the victory, throwing the controller onto the couch and jumping up to celebrate. “Got that ass!”
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs, your arms folded over your chest in irritation. You couldn’t believe you lost, you’d been so close to the win. That could’ve easily been anyone’s game. You looked back over to Erik who’d dropped back onto the couch and was still glowing with his win. His dimples were deep, his close-lipped smile proud. You could see him feeling himself. When he returned your stare, you wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out. It was childish, but it expressed exactly how you felt at the moment.
“You asked for the L, I just gave you what you asked for,” he shrugged pretending to dust off his long black jersey shorts. They had thin red and white stripes up the side.
“You ugly,” you muttered watching his smug grin widen showing off his straight, white, teeth. They looked like veneers. “Steve Harvey lookin ass motherfucka-”
“Says the little ass girl still playing in glitter. Look like you tripped holding the school supplies. Like today you said fuck it I wanna look like a disco ball,“ he smirked at his own joke. “Tell Jabril to bring some Chinese food when he come. I want shrimp fried rice and egg rolls.”
“I ain’t telling him nothing! You tell him,” you snapped, pulling your phone out. You texted Jabril, but not because of Erik. You wanted Chinese too. To the order, you added beef and broccoli and egg foo young. You knew when Jabril opened it he’d be annoyed, but you didn’t really care. He wouldn’t have had to go back out if he hadn’t forgotten your chips in the first place. You’d told him twice and he’d forgotten.
A text came through from a nigga you mess with.. Mario telling you to come by. You wondered how long you could ignore him and leave him on read before he got irritated. Only then would you see him because the sex was always better when he was mad or annoyed. Without that it was just ok. “Who blowing up your phone,” Erik asked knowing it wasn’t Jabril. Jabril hardly texted back.
“Mind ya big headed business, peanut headed brick bodied ass.” Erik’s eyes went wide with clear humor as he stared with a stupid grin.
Erik kicked off his white Jordan’s and Erin nudged them with her foot so that they fell over. “Chill,” he smirked moving them to the other side of his legs. “You a sore loser.“ She smiled sarcastically and his eyes went to her five thick cornrows. They were all neat, but they also looked like they were gripping the hell out her edges. "Your braids so tight it’s making my head hurt just looking.” She stood casually and walked away heading past the bathroom to her room as he watched her round ass sticking out like a bubble. Her briefs were squeezing her cheeks so tight it cut the oxygen from her brain, that was her problem.
She left her door open and Erik wondered for a moment if he should walk in there. If anything just to see inside. He’d been to their place many times, going in Bril’s room but never in her room. That was always off limits, he thought as he walked slowly toward her door. Standing in her doorway, everything was white and crisp for the most part. His eyes searched for what his nose smelled spotting a Glade plugin. It smelled tropical. She kept the good shit for her own room. He watched her rifle through her drawer as he walked in taking a seat in the chair in front of her vanity. It was a solid white leather cushioned chair and it spun. Neither of them said a word and she didn’t look over or acknowledge his presence as she turned her music on and sat on the tall white shag puff located on the floor adjacent to him. It was as big as a beanbag chair would’ve been. Her neck, chest, and thick chocolate thighs glowed as if blessed jointly by moonlight and stardust. He talked a lot of shit, but she did look otherworldly sitting there. His eyes shot straight down to the bulge that was her coochie as her legs fell open as if he really weren’t there. He eyed her, gauging her intentions from her vanity chair. She wasn’t paying him any attention. He turned back and forth, touching the keys on his phone to read over missed messages, passing up the ones he’d already seen and determined to ignore. He had a roster of his own and was extremely choicy in who he dealt with. Some he texted back, some he left on read.
“And you ask me who I’m texting. Who’s got your attention,“ you asked causing him to look up. You slipped off your slides and rubbed your feet on the soft white plush rug you bought from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. "Yeah I’m in your business.”
“Networking,” he smiled, turning an inch back and forth on that swivel chair. You both knew that was a lie. “What you smoking?”
“You can’t smell it? Strong as this shit is.. Blue Dream.” Lining the honey berry backwoods with the sativa you wrapped it into a neat blunt and sealed it with a small amount of saliva and a lighter, taking a puff and letting it coat your mouth smoothly with blueberry sugar as you exhaled.
“Let me get it,” Erik said reaching and you passed the blunt watching him take a smooth puff and look you in the eye handing it back, smoke draining from his lips. You knew he was a heavy smoker. You could tell from the light darkness of his lips. Taking your puff and allowing it to mellow out your head, you passed it back to Erik to hit. Back and forth for the next few minutes, you passed the blunt in calm, comfortable silence as your playlist continued.
She said, “What if I tell you all the things I’ve done? Would you run away from me?” I told her, “Baby, we all got bags full of shit that we don’t want. But I can’t unpack it for you, baby.”
“Why you ain’t got a boyfriend?.. I get why Jabril ain’t got a girl, he get really awkward around women and do stupid shit.” He shook his head as if reminiscing. He didn’t have to tell you your brother was awkward. He’d always been that way. You suspected he was gay and still confused about it. Part of you felt that he had a thing for Erik, but unlike him you were respectful and wouldn’t expose him. “What’s up with you though,” Erik asked staring with his head slightly to the side as if you were an enigma. The smoke leaked from his mouth and you took the blunt putting it to your lips. The sweet taste of mixed berries.
“Why something gotta be up,” you said before taking a pull. He looked fascinated, curiosity lighting his deep eyes as you gently blew out. “Where do I start,” you sighed smiling at the bed, memories of your past casual sex encounters flooding your mind alongside the sativa. “Sex should be like.. this,” you say taking another puff and letting it flow through you, correcting your energy. The taste lingers. “I want euphoria like when I smoke and feel it take me high. I wanna be smacked like when the indica have me layed out. Ain’t nobody made me feel that good without me having to train them like a puppy and even then.. it’s not natural. It’s too constructed and I need something smooth organic.”
As Erin spoke, lost in her thoughts, Erik crept closer to her, crawling next to her on the floor, his eyes scrolling the smooth skin of her jaw and cheek. He slowly rested his fingers flat against the warm skin of her neck. She didn’t flinch. He pressed his fingertips into her soft skin ever so lightly as she kept talking. “Most men.. they don’t get it. It’s something they’re not built to understand and I’m convinced it’s because they don’t have a vagina.. but they simply can’t fuck correctly. It’s like they’re either unfocused and completely selfish in sex.. or they’re scared of me and my body so sex can be bori-”
“I can fuck you,” he blurted, his filter broken through. She looked at him then, confusion on her face as she searched his eyes looking for an alternative meaning in his words.
“You heard me.” It had been a thought on a few occasions but he’d never spoken on it or expressed interest in her out of respect for Jabril. She was his sister and he knew it would cross an unspoken boundary. Right now though, he was relaxed and feeling good.. energized to an extent. He’d deal with Jabril later.
“You sound confident,” she said questioning with unspoken paragraphs in her eyes. He didn’t need her to recite them when he could read the lines and between them.
“Whenever I get high.. I like to eat pussy.. from the back,” he shrugged. She offered him the blunt with no comment and he chuckled. “What’s your safe word?” He gently took the blunt and puffed it, letting it fill his lungs.
“Don’t stop,” she mused. He smiled, his dimples peaking through.
“And if you truly need me to stop?”
“You’ll stop.” Her eye contact was even.
“I like you.” He blew another cloud of smoke.
Passing her the blunt, he leaned in to blow the last mouthful of smoke into her mouth. She pulled it in and he leaned back a bit to stare at her curved lips, the bottom one heavy before their lips connected. He held her chin, kissing her more deeply as she returned the energy with equal fervor, her eyes closed and head tilted to get closer. Her lips tasted like the honey berry backwoods and her tongue was like water moving in his mouth. He trailed to kiss the side of her neck, testing her sensitivity and reaction. His tongue swirled on the thin skin followed by his lips pressing firmly into it. Her hand floated up to rub at his jawline, her painted nails dragging through his beard, drawing him closer. He had the greenlight.
You bit your lip as his tongue slid over your neck. You could feel how slick and wide it was. He had control over it too. You were close to pulling him to your bed and undressing him so you could ride him. You felt like twerking on the dick and the teasing was making your nipples hard. You wondered what he was packing. Taking another puff, you hold it and exhale pulling him to the bed and ashing the blunt. You straddle his thighs, laying him back and he watches you pull your fitted white beater over your head slinging it across the floor before removing your bra and doing the same with it. Flipping you over onto your back, he gets on top and sits up tugging off your grey Ralph Lauren briefs. “Hands and knees,” he says stripping off his shirt to expose his Herculean build. He’s pure eye candy, peanut head and all but he won’t drop his pants just yet. You get in position, shaking your ass in excitement and anticipation. His hands massage your ass cheeks in circular motions and up and down before jiggling them. It’s got you wondering how long he’s been wanting to do it. He’d never given you a clue. When you felt his warm, wet tongue on your center, his hands still massaging your ass cheeks it was like finally this is happening. His tongue stroked and flicked up and down from hole to clit and back as you twerked, reaching back to lift one cheek to make room for his face which was buried in you. His tongue entered your pussy and your back arched as you could feel its length.
“Oh shit,” you chuckled with a gasp. He was really about it. “Erikk..,” you smiled in pleasant shock turning to get a glimpse of his bicep sticking out behind you. Then he slid his tongue to your clit and enveloped it with his lips, and you almost cried in joy feeling the heat and the pressure. He alternated dragging that blessed tongue from your clit on up and back down and when you nutted he licked you clean like a plate. He didn’t know what he’d just started. Lion Babe played over your speaker.
Can I be sexy please? It’s the best remedy. Bring it close, next to me. Go ahead, set it free. Can I be sexy please? Take it off, lemme see. We should touch, candidly. Tell me what, tell me what. Tell me.
“Stop.. let me taste myself off them soupcoolers,” you said pushing his head and rolling over. He would’ve kept going if you’d let him, but you wanted dick too and he wasn’t getting off the hook. He dove onto you and you wrapped your arms around his thick neck.
“Where y'all at,” Jabril’s voice shouted from the living room. You could hear him walking toward your open door. You’d forgotten about the Chinese food.
“Don’t come back here, I’m.. menstrating.. hard, very hard so much blood,” you yelled scrambling from under Erik’s heavy body. You rushed to close and lock your door. He knocked on it and you rolled your eyes looking to the amused Erik. He just held his lips in and smirked.
“That’s nasty as fuck,” Jabril fussed, “You need some water or something?” Oh now he wanted to be helpful. Helpful twin brother.
“I have water. It’s- I’m sorry but can you go back out and bring me some chicken soup, chocolate ice cream, midol, and jumbo pads? Thank you! Love you!”
“Where Erik go,” he asked still not leaving. You looked dead in Erik’s laughing eyes. “He got a phone call and walked out.” It was believable since he’d done it before.
“NIGGA DON’T ASK ME! I’M BLEEDING! CAN I HAVE SOME DAMN PADS… PLEASE!”
“Aight, calm the hell down you ugly as shit.”
You waited until you heard his footsteps walk away to open the door. He was gone. “Shut up Erik,” you sneered, your frown cracking into an irritated smile as you watched him laugh now free to make sound. The room still smelled heavily of the Blue Dream. Your head was like a feather.
“Come here,” he said leaning back to pull on the band of his his shorts yanking them down with his own briefs. His meat popped up and stood to attention. His finger curled beckoning you closer and that was the only invitation you needed to mount him.
Erin bounced on Erik’s shaft with his hands under her ass for an assist. She was on fire, her eyes burning into his with clouded lust. He grabbed her by the neck pulling her close so that he could suck on her neck while she rode. She was finna make herself nut again and he was finna let her. She cried out with her release, her motions slowing. “Keep fucking me,” he commanded in her ear, thrusting up and holding her tightly in place, forcing her hips to meet his. Her second wind came and she continued riding him like a cowgirl. She ain’t know how to act at that point, moaning loudly in his ear. “Mm, fuck,” he muttered as she jumped, putting her whole weight and then some on him and his dick, jumping with no breaks. “Either you on the pill or you wanna get pregnant,” he gasped grabbing her ass so hard her cheeks spread. She was in another world it seemed. The friction was cosmic and he listened to her yell as she climbed to her orgasm yet again.
Lifting her off of him, he grabbed her chin to kiss her and she shoved her tongue in his mouth for him to suck. He guided her head to his still tall dick, holding her mouth to it. “Suck,” he commanded and she pulled it into her mouth with all her juices covering it. “You nasty BITCH,” he smirked. She was so nasty and he loved it. The dudes in her past had played themselves opting out of such sloppy treatment. He watched, entranced as she glyucked and slobbed on him like an addict, saliva all on his thighs and on his nuts. She was like him, not wanting to stop, her eyes on his. “I want that pussy,” he whispered pulling her head up to kiss her again. He could still taste her mixed with berry. She straddled him again thinking she was finna ride. Nah. “Stomach.. get on your stomach.. arch your back,” he ordered. Once she assumed the position, he reached to grab the blunt, relighting it and taking another puff with a french exhale. It was bringing him clarity. He leaned on the bed to hold it to Erin’s lips and she took a hit before he slid into her from behind and started his pump. She moaned as soon as he slid in, smoke pushing out and she cussed. His forearm rested on the top of her ass as he hit the blunt while fucking her at the same time. He could hear the front door open before she heard anything and he kept stroking until she tapped the bed signaling for him to stop. He thought about it. The door was locked.
“Nah,” he whispered speeding up. He grabbed the tails of her fat cornrows in his fist and began to pound into her as she slapped the bed in vain. She whimpered grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed to bury her face. Her muffled cries soon mingled with the knocks on the room door and Erik kept quiet.
“Butterface,” Jabril called tapping on the door. “Erin.. Sis.. You okay?.. You sleep?”
Erin was busy getting fucked into the mattress. She was trying her hardest to contain herself, reaching back to touch Erik’s thighs as if that would stop him but Erik was making it hard. He pushed down on her lower back whispering in her ear. “I dare you to fight back.. Take this dick. Take this dick.” Jabrill finally walked away from the door and Erik tried to snatch Erin’s pillow of protection, leaving it to her when he held tightly to it. “Tell me when you bout to come,” he whispered in her ear and she reached back to grip at him. “Tell me,” he said firmly listening for her uneven voice. It was good enough. He felt her clench tightly around him as she came. He closed his eyes until she relaxed enough for him to pull out and nut across her asscheeks. He exhaled, feeling depleted and refreshed all at once. Grabbing Erin’s pillow from under her, he threw it and stood to grab her briefs, wiping the nut off her cheeks. They were technically supposed to be ruined by her fake period anyway, lying ass. He fell across the bed and took another pull of the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. When Erin finally sat up, she retrieved her blunt taking a puff and blowing it in Erik’s face. She wanted another kiss and she was being aggravating because of it. He ignored her and let her lean down to peck him on the lips.
“How am I supposed to get you past my brother,” she mused looking to the door. He was still looking at her titties.
“Think of something,” he said flippantly.
“Duh.. dumbass,” you squinted standing to throw on your pink and orange floral cloth robe. He sat up on his elbow watching as you closed it, kissing his teeth now that the view was gone. You rolled your eyes and put on your best sleepy face walking out to grab the pads and midol for appearance’s sake. The bathroom light was on, you could tell from the bottom of the door. Quickly, you scooted back in the room and yanked Erik from the bed, picking up his clothes and marching him as quietly as possible out of the front door, throwing his stuff at him and closing the door in his face. He had this expression like he was so amused when the door closed. What was so funny? You spun and Jabril wasn’t behind you. You sighed in relief. He rounded the corner twenty seconds later while you were grabbing your Chinese food.
“I texted Erik and he ain’t hit me back YET,” Jabril groaned grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “So about you and this nigga,” he said suddenly causing your blood pressure to spike. “I go out three fuckin times.. three.. and then I get back and you sleep.. that nigga left. Y'all fuckin weird. Next time y'all going out yallselves.”
Rolling your eyes, seconds passed and you relaxed but then there was another knock on the door causing your eyes to widen. You tensed hoping it wasn’t noticeable and when your eyes met Jabril’s you shrugged. He went to look through the peephole and open the door. Erik walked back in coming into the kitchen.
“My bad, I had a long call. A really long call. Someone needed me,” he said reaching over you to grab his food. His hidden free hand grabbed your ass through the robe and you stared at his face that gave nothing away.
“You ain’t wanna be alone with my annoying ass sister,” Jabril said and you didn’t care about the insult you were just glad his dumb ass bought the story.
“Let’s play the game,” Erik said heading back into the living room. He sat on the couch next to Jabril and the game fired back up. You hung back and watched as they went head to head. It was a close game.
Then Jabril did a double take looking to the side of the couch and to Erik’s socked feet. “You left your shoes bruh? Matter fact, where was you at?”
“Walking around..,” Erik shrugged. “Talking and walking. You know when you just tryna to help somebody..” He pulled a combo distracting Jabril back to the game and that was it. The two of you had gotten away with it.
You released a slow breath and headed back to your room, but before you could get there Jabril spoke again.
“Y'all know I’m not that damn blind right? Y'all can lie about a lot, but y'all both smell like that fuckin weed. It’s a distinct smell.. If y'all wanted to smoke without me y'all ain’t have to lie about it. He left because of yo bleeding ass. He too nice to say it though.”
“Wooow, Bril really,” you groan pretending to be mad and offended. Erik laughed from his spot and you went in your room, closing the door to laugh from your bed.
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