𐌌𐌀𐌓𐌔 ᕓ𐌔. ᕓ𐌄𐌍𐌵𐌔 (Part One)
POV: You are the celibate best friend and roommate of Erik. He admits that he have several kinks.
A/N: Okaaaay, so hear me out, y’all lol. I had this… vision a very long time ago, thinking “what if I had Erik 'Killmonger' Stevens as a roommate and he confessed something to me?” He is your best friend and you will help him in any way you can… right? There is some cuss and some smut… actually scratch that. There’s a lot of smutty activities.
Song Inspiration: Mars V. Venus by Usher
Pairing: Erik 'Killmonger' Stevens x Black Female Reader Word Count: 5870
Warning: You'll see.
The heat was merciless, the kind that pressed down on the skin until every breath felt like fire. The thermometer mocked her with a blistering one hundred and four degrees, and the air conditioning—useless as ever—had given up the ghost. Y/N sat in her shared unit, doing everything she could to stay cool, though nothing worked. The rent—five thousand, two hundred eighty-five dollars and thirty-four damn cents—apparently wasn’t enough to buy a single gust of cold air in this place. She’d already taken three showers in the past four hours, but the relief never lasted; the sweat always came back, slick and sticky, clinging to her like a second skin.
By day four without air conditioning, Y/N was past annoyed and well into simmering rage. The Los Angeles heat turned her shared apartment into an oven, and surviving it alongside her longtime roommate—Erik Stevens, her best friend since high school—didn’t make it any easier. Erik had carved out a name for himself as an engineer for the best. Y/N, on the other hand, jokingly called herself a “stay-at-home bestie.” But the title didn’t mean she wasn’t doing anything. Under the name FemmeMuse, she had built a reputation across social media and within the POC art community, not just in L.A. but nationwide. Her work spoke to art lovers who were also lovers of sex, sensuality, and human liberation—a delicious irony, considering she’d been celibate for almost three years.
Y/N lay sprawled across her queen-sized bed, the weak spin of the ceiling fan doing little more than push the hot air around. A thin white wife-beater clung to her skin, and her tribal-print booty shorts—patterned with cheeky hints of sex positions—only added to the irony of her lifeless, heat-drained body. Even blinking felt dangerous, like the simple act might raise her temperature another degree.
From the front door came the sound of keys fumbling, then Erik’s voice cutting through the still air:
“Gyat dayum, it’s hot as the Devil’s gooch in this muthafucka.”
“Hey, jackass. I’m in my room,” she called, too drained to move.
“Aight,” Erik’s voice carried back, followed by the shuffle of bags. “I’m hittin’ the shower. Picked us up a big fuckin’ carton of ice cream and a bag of ice from the store.”
She tilted her head toward the doorway, eyes half-lidded. “Good. Because I can smell you from here.”
A scoff echoed down the hall before his door shut, and Y/N smirked faintly. The heat dragged her eyelids closed, and before long, she slipped into a heavy, dreamless nap.
One hour later…
Y/N was snuggled into her pillow when she heard the sound of slides gliding across the hardwood flooring. She looked towards her phone to see the time had struck three in the afternoon, making her dread sitting up and going out of her room, but her taste buds were screaming for some cold cream. As she lifted her body off the bed, she noticed how her silk olive green sheets stuck to the back of her exposed skin. She peeled the sheet off her back, and that’s when she noticed them in the full-length mirror…her nipples were harder than uncut diamonds, and having them pierced didn’t make it any easier; she just walked out of the room and into the living space to see Erik’s head against the back of it. “Damn, twin. Ya ass was knocked out back there”, he said, sitting in front of the high-blowing fan and eating chocolate chip ice cream from the two-gallon tub, eyes on the screen. Y/N laughed softly before saying, “Shut up. It was an accident. Are you really gonna sit there and eat from the fuckin’ tub?” “Girl, yes. It’s hot as fuck in here, and I need a lit ‘pick me up’, fucker”, he said with his eyes on the screen; Y/N rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of ice-cold water and a spoon to share the ice cream. As she was about to make her exit, she felt something in her way, making her slightly stumble and a jolt in her breasts, and once her eyes made the subject, with water dripping down her chest and thighs, she saw that it was Erik’s work and lunch satchel. “Erik, what the fuck did I tell you about leavin’ ya shit in the middle of the floor?! Please don’t make me call Baku.” “That nigga ain’t gonna do shiiiiiit”. Erik rolled his eyes and set the ice cream on the couch as he saw Y/N, on hands and knees, grabbing paper towels to clean the ground. He shook his head, feeling bad and adjusting his grey sweats before heading to Y/N. “My bad, girl. I ain’t mean to. Work had me fucked up today. Lemme help”, he said, finally standing in front of his best friend, but when she was about to look up to him, something else caught her eye. Erik’s girthy, semi-eight-inch print was on full display. Her head was slightly tilted, but Erik wasn’t paying her any mind, as he watched her chocolate-covered peach bottom swallowing her shorts; Y/N had to think of something. She looked down at his feet and said, “You need ya feet done. They startin’ to look like gorilla feet.” The trance broke the second she stood, balling up the soaked paper towels and tossing them into the trash beside him. Erik’s face twisted into a scowl.
“Nigga, I just got these muthafuckas touched up,” he snapped. “How ‘bout you stop worryin’ about my damn feet and focus on that funky-ass wedgie, fucker.”
Y/N only rolled her eyes, unfazed, and sauntered toward the couch with her drink in one hand and a spoon in the other. Erik’s gaze betrayed him, tracking the way her shorts disappeared with every step, swallowed whole again.
Y/N sat softly on the couch, tub and spoon in hand, holding the ice cream to her chest. As Erik came back to the couch, plopping down his strong physique, and Y/N, of course, noticed his bulging member with a mind of its own. He grabbed the remote with his right and dug his spoon into the cold cream with his left, watching the screen and flicking through all the options of what they should watch. “I guess you had a long day, E?” “Shit, long day don’t fucking bother me. Niggas don’t know how to be professional and shit”, Erik said, sticking the metal spoon in his mouth and putting on some cartoon he saw. Y/N knew how upset her friend was; and, even though they talked a lot of shit to one another, she still cared about his feelings tremendously. As she placed the still-freezing container on her legs, she leaned back, looking into her friend’s face, and asked: “What happened, E?”
“Man, just white muthafuckas behind white muthafuckas, Y/N”, Erik said as he dug his spoon into the tub again without looking, but to his surprise, the spoon didn’t feel like it had hit a soft, liquid substance but instead into a thick piece of smooth, silky material…or flesh. Once he looked over, he noticed his spoon was in nothing but between his friend’s double D breasts inside her thin fabric of a tank. He noticed how her nipples were so erect, and the fabric was still wet to the point he could see the color of her nipples and how big her areolas were; even if he could lie to himself, he wouldn’t mind having both of her pierced nipples in her mouth while he made himself explode.
“E, really”, asked Y/N, which made him knock back into his senses. Erik’s eyes made contact with hers before he pulled the spoon out of her warm breasts, making a suction noise. “My bad, Y/N. Guess I wasn’t looking. Lemme wash this one right quick”, he said before getting up as she looked back at the screen and he headed to the kitchen. Once he arrived in the kitchen, he began to run the hot water, but as he waited for it to heat up, the sun shone against the silver spoon in his hand. The little devil on his shoulder and his intrusive thoughts told him to see what the spoon tasted like. “What kinda freaky deaky shit”, Erik thought to himself, staring at the spoon. He had to shake his head to have some sense and began to run the sponge under hot water along with some Dawn soap.
Once he picked up the spoon, he smelt a faint scent, and that’s when his curiosity hit him. Once he lifted the spoon closer to his nose, the scent was stronger, but it wasn’t a bad smell. It was a hint of a fresh Arabian body oil Erik gifted his bestie, but along with that smell… he couldn’t describe it, but the smell wasn’t awful. It smelt like a nice hint of sweetness, mixed with caramel and shea butter. As he took a silent, huge whiff, he closed his eyes and started to imagine his face in between his best friend’s bosoms.
Just to have his face in between the two soft mountains, the idea of it made him want to touch himself. As he gripped the counter, he still stood there, sniffing the spoon, and that’s when the thoughts won; he slowly stuck the spoon in his mouth and could taste the warmth of her breasts. She tasted so good, and it was a plus that he could still taste a tad of the ice cream. All of a sudden, he heard himself utter “fuuuuuck” loud enough, followed by “E, you good?” That’s when he snapped out of it and realized what he was doing, so he had to think of something fast.
“Eh, I’m good, best. I nicked myself with this steak knife. I’m good though”, Erik said as he began to wash the spoon and head back, wondering why he was walking kind of funny; he became aware that his dick was fully erect and making his sweats tight. He had to quickly adjust himself in his waistband where Y/N couldn’t see. He finally sat on the couch and noticed how she had turned on her favorite show; he decided to just let her be and let her enjoy the show. “So, have you worked on any new prints?” Erik asked as he leaned back with his left arm resting on the back of the couch. Y/N placed the ice cream on the seat in between them and slouched her shoulders, saying, “Nope, I've been having artist’s block all fucking day. And this heat doesn't help either.” “Damn, best. You usually have tons of ideas.” “Yeah, I know. Especially with my gay pieces, I did last month for Pride.” “Oh, yeah. You were watching all that gay shit too”, he said, chuckling, before sipping from his cup. Y/N looked at him and said, “nigga, you was watching with me, or did you forget?” Erik placed his cup beside him, turned his body to her and said, “Aye. Only the lesbian shit, nigga. I don’t mind you watching niggas get fucked in they asses in shit, and I got love from my gay brothers and folks, but I am a straight man by he and him pronouns”; Y/N clapped sarcastically at her woke friend as he looked back at the screen, his body still turned to her, before she noticed something poking out of his waistband. While her friend was occupied watching the program, Y/N couldn’t help but stare with a head tilt, feeling as if she was stuck in a trance again like before. The way it moved by itself, the tip heavy like a mushroom, the vein that begged to be touched. She thought about just grabbing it, making him fall into submission, and edging him until she felt that he deserved to cum; her new set of frosty pink, medium-length coffin nails would be the perfect touch.
Y/N felt slightly too intrigued at the sight of her best friend’s dick, and then the thought of guilt hit her again; she had to let her friend know. “Uh, Erik. I can see ya dick, best”, she uttered out loud, and it caught his attention, making him stand and adjust himself. “Shit, my bad”, Erik said, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Erik had his back turned, trying to make his member cooperate, finally sitting down, and the air was foggy. He sat quietly, and so did she, but Y/N hated when things got awkward, so she asked, “I guess work wasn’t the only thing hard, huh?”; this made Erik chuckle with his eyes closed and look away, trying to hold his laugh in. Y/N laughed at her friend trying to hold his own in, but they ended up doing it together. “No, n,o but seriously. Maybe this long ass, hard ass day means you need that break you've been talking about.”
“Shit, I do need one. I was stressed out like I never had. Plus, some chick I matched with has been on some weird shit. Shorty wants me to meet her parents next week.” “How long y’all been talk-” “A week”, Erik said, making Y/N look at him with a scrunch-up face, saying, “How old was she?” He made eye contact with his friend, his brow raised, and said: “Way older than us.” Y/N stood heading to the kitchen, glass in hand, saying, “Nope, that’s enough of that,” making Erik laugh and watch her. Erik couldn’t lie; Y/N was his kind of woman; black, voluptuous, and really pretty, but he never felt like he could tell her how he really felt. As Y/N sat back down, sipping from her refilled glass, his intrusive thoughts once again, and asked: ed “How the hell do you do it?” “Do what, musty?” “Being celibate. How long has it been since you fucked anyone?” “Not you being obsessed with my pussy, best”, Y/N laughed softly, but when she looked over at her friend, she saw that he had no smile, stone-faced as if he was serious, looking like his older brother. Y/N rolled her shoulders and turned her body to him. They could always talk about sex, so why was this so different? “Well, it’s easy. It really isn’t hard.” “How is it easy, best?” “Okay, okay. Well, I made a promise to myself. Basically not to let just anyone fuck without getting to know them first and shit. It’s easier nowadays because muthafuckas all do the same thing. They try to butter you up with the dry ass starter texts then BOOM! Dick pics and they don’t even look nice.”
“How do you take a nice dick pic, Y/N?” “Well, Erik. Get ya notebook because I’m finna teach you how to take the best dick pic. First things first, make sure you are hard as a rock, not semi and damn sure not soft. Second, make sure your dick is all oiled up, and if a nigga got a pullback, clean it first. I don’t know about other people, and I may be obsessed with cheese, but I do not like it on my dicks. Anyways, third, it’s all about angles. We don’t wanna see you compare to a Febreze can or whatever the fuck. Let us see and compare our damn selves. And then some niggas be doin’ the whole camera under the dick at a weird angle and shit. Give us a damn show and stop being so boring. Make us wanna pull up and fuck you where you stand.” Erik held in a laugh, but he had to admit, his friend knew what she was talking about, way too well, because then he felt his dick poke through his sweatpants again. The thought of Y/N receiving a pic from him and then watching her walk in, ready to fuck made him want to pull it out right now and thrust inside her pretty mouth. “Erik, you’re hard again.” “I know. I know. See, I can’t do this celibate shit at all.” “Yes, you can. You just don’t want to.” “It ain’t my fault. Before I started working all these fucking jobs and shit, I ain’t have time to fuck anyone. I feel backed up and even with me doing it to porn, it just ain’t doing shit because I get hard right back up again.” Y/N looked at her friend with genuine concern and a thought she needed answers too. She wanted to help her friend in any way she could but without them having sex. With the late nights of him bringing girls home, hearing how they had the hardest orgasms and them going crazy for more, she felt she couldn’t because she was doing so well with her journey. She scooted closer to her friend, looked at him and said: “What are you sexually into, E?” “Y/N-” “Answer the fuckin’ question, Erik”, she said, folding her arms across her full chest. She could see his head look up to the ceiling and hear him say, from his own mouth, “a lot of shit.” “Like?” Erik looked over at his friend who still had eyes on him, and looked away. Erik knew his friend would either keep asking or get mad if he gave her no answer; he had to confess…now. “Okay, okay, fine. Anal, thighjobs, handjobs, blowjobs, face fucking, fucking someone into submission, being fucked into submission, oral play both ways. Threesome, foursomes, five or something. ONLY BLACK WOMEN. Throatfucking, throatpies, creampies, anal pies. Facials of all kinds, overly simulations…”
As Y/N sat there listening to her horny friend, she noticed he took a pause. “I like… nipple play…on myself and on big titties. I really really like titties. I like the feel of them, how the nipples get hard. I especially like titty fucking them while playing with her nipples, making them hard and shit. I can nut alone, without touching myself, just sucking titties. I like it so bad that I may have sucked on the spoon that was in ya breasts. Maybe ”, Erik admitted, feeling a sense of weight off his chest but noticed how quiet Y/N was. He looked into her face, trying to spot how she was feeling but couldn’t tell. Y/N sat there, feeling unsure, but she knew for sure her main emotions were embarrassed and horny as hell. The thought of her friend craving her breasts made him want to do anything to them as he pleased… that’s when she had the idea. She took a deep, horny breath before calming herself and said, “Okay”; this confused Erik, highly. “Huh?” “I wanna help.” “Help? Help with what-”. “To make you nut.” *RECORD SCRATCH* “Come again”, Erik asked again. Was this a wet dream? Was it a prank? Was he getting Punk’d? Y/N stood from her seat, hands on her hips, and began to explain. “Look, I know we are best friends and all, but you being upset about and getting a proper nut is pissing me off. Besides, I wanna help you feel better. I know if it was the other way around then you would do the same.” “Of course I would. You know that.” “Okay, well let me help. Go grab whatever you need and I’ll be right here.” Erik stood up, looking down at his best friend, literally towering over her, and said: “Best, you ain’t gotta do this.” Y/N walked up to him and said, “I know I have the choice; you don’t. Now, go before I change my mind,” as she sat back and waited for him to leave her space, which he did with a deep breath.
She felt her walls tighten up before she spoke. “Yes, you may”, she said as she propped her right leg up behind him and leaned back, making her breasts bounce slightly.
The moment the words left her lips, Erik’s hands were on her before she could even blink. But he didn’t grab—not yet. He hovered, palms flat against the air an inch from her skin, letting the heat of his palms ghost over her nipples. The gold hearts on the ends of her piercings caught the dim light, swaying slightly with the weight of them. He watched them move, mesmerized.
“You gonna pet me or just breathe on me?” Y/N’s voice was low, a teasing drag that made his dick twitch in his sweats.
He chuckled, finally pressing his palms flat against her breasts. The warmth of her skin against his hands made him groan low in his throat. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft weight of her tits, the piercings cool against his fingers. He rolled his thumbs over her nipples, feeling the metal bars shift beneath the skin. She let out a soft sigh, her head falling back against the couch cushion.
“That’s it,” she murmured, her hand coming up to cup the back of his head. “You know what to do.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Erik leaned down, his mouth hovering over her left nipple. He exhaled, hot breath washing over the sensitive peak, and watched the gold heart tremble. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the metal—first the bar, then the heart itself, tasting the faint salt of her skin and the lingering slick of the lube she’d applied earlier. He licked around the piercing, slow and deliberate, before taking the entire nipple into his mouth.
The moment his lips closed around her, she gasped—a sharp, breathy sound that made his hips buck against the couch. He sucked, not hard, just enough to pull the nipple deeper into his mouth, his tongue working the piercing in lazy circles. The gold hearts clicked against his teeth, the sound tiny and metallic. He pulled off with a wet pop, only to immediately latch onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Y/N’s fingers tightened in his hair. “That’s it, baby. Suck ‘em like you mean it.”
He groaned against her skin, the praise sending a jolt straight to his dick. He sucked harder, pulling the entire areola into his mouth, his tongue flicking the piercing from side to side. He let her nipple slip from his lips, then immediately captured it again, this time with a sharper suction, making her hips buck up against his thigh.
“Fuck, Erik,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “You like my titties that much?”
He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lip to the gold heart. “I love ‘em,” he said, voice rough. “Love these piercings. Love the way you moan when I suck ‘em. God, I love these big ass titties. Damn, bestie.”
He didn’t wait for a response. He dove back in, this time alternating between nipples, sucking one while his thumb rolled the other, pinching and tugging the piercing just enough to make her hiss. He licked a wet stripe from her sternum to the base of her neck, then back down to her left nipple, where he took the entire gold heart between his teeth. He tugged gently, feeling the resistance of the piercing, the way her breath hitched.
“You’re gonna make me cum just from this,” she admitted, her voice shaky.
He pulled off, looking up at her with those silver-capped teeth glinting in a grin. “Is that a challenge?”
She laughed, breathless, and pushed his head back down. “Shut up and suck.”
He obeyed, diving back into her tits with renewed hunger. He sucked her nipple deeper, his tongue working the piercing in a rhythm that had her thighs clenching around his waist. He could feel the heat of her through his sweats, the way her body arched into his mouth. He wanted to taste her everywhere, but for now, he was content to worship her tits until she came undone.
And by the way her fingers dug into his scalp, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, he knew he was close.
The heat in the room thickened, the air itself charged with the sound of wet suction and her ragged breaths. Erik’s mouth worked her left nipple like he was starving for it, tongue flicking the gold heart until it spun against her skin. He pulled back just enough to let the piercing catch the light, then dove again, taking the entire areola between his lips and sucking hard. The metal bar pressed against his tongue, cool and smooth, while her flesh filled his mouth.
Y/N’s hips rolled against the couch cushion, her thighs trembling around his waist. “Fuck—right there, don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice cracking. Her hand fisted in his hair, guiding him, keeping him locked onto her chest. The gold hearts clinked against his teeth as he switched nipples, latching onto the other with the same desperate hunger. He sucked in a rhythm—pull, release, swirl, tug—each motion drawing a sharp whimper from her throat.
Her back arched off the couch, pressing her tits deeper into his face. “Erik, I’m—I’m close,” she breathed, the words tumbling out in a shudder. “Keep going, baby, keep sucking ‘em like that.”
He obeyed, doubling down. He sucked her right nipple deeper, his tongue working the piercing in a tight, circular motion, while his thumb and forefinger rolled the left one, pinching the gold heart between his fingers. He tugged gently, feeling the resistance of the bar, and her whole body jerked. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, her hips bucking against his thigh.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin, the vibration sending a ripple through her. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”
Her breath hitched, then stopped. For a second, she was frozen, her body tense as a bowstring. Then the release hit her—a sharp, shuddering orgasm that rolled through her chest, her nipples tightening into hard peaks under his mouth. She cried out, a broken sound that cut through the quiet room, her fingers digging into his scalp so hard it almost hurt. Her thighs clamped around his waist, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through her, centered on the sensitive peaks he’d been tormenting.
He didn’t stop. He kept sucking, slower now, gentler, drawing out the aftershocks until her moans faded into soft, breathy sighs. Finally, he pulled off, a string of saliva connecting his lip to the gold heart. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and satisfied, his lips shiny with her skin.
“Damn,” he breathed, a grin spreading across his face. “You really came from that.”
Y/N’s chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile curling her lips. “Told you I would.” She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his dick through his sweats, still hard and straining. “But you’re not done yet, are you?”
Erik latched onto her right nipple again, sucking the gold heart piercing deep into his mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. He blew a stream of cool air across the spit-slick peak, watching it tighten and bead under the sudden temperature change. Y/N’s fingers hooked into his waistband, yanking his sweats down just enough to free his dick. It slapped against her palm, hot and heavy, the head already glistening.
She spat into her hand, then reached for the bottle of lube on the side table. The cap clicked open. She squeezed a thick, glossy rope of it straight onto his shaft, the clear gel dripping down his length in heavy strands. Her fist closed around him and started stroking—slow, filthy, twisting motions that spread the lube everywhere. Each pump made obscene wet sounds, her hand gliding from base to tip with no resistance, thumb swiping over the slit to smear the mixture of spit and lube across his dickhead.
Erik groaned against her tit, the vibration traveling straight through the piercing. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the barbell back and forth while her hand worked him in long, nasty strokes. More lube. She poured another generous amount, letting it pool in her palm before wrapping around him again. The excess ran down his balls, soaking into the couch cushion beneath them.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he muttered into her skin, teeth grazing the gold heart. “Jerk that dick while I suck these pierced tits.” He switched to the left nipple, sucking it flat against the roof of his mouth, then releasing it to blow across the wet peak again. Her hand never slowed—tight, slippery, relentless—fisting him with loud, wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that filled the room.
Y/N’s wrist twisted on every upstroke, spreading the lube thicker, making his dick shine under the low light. She dragged her thumb under the head, pressing into the sensitive spot just below the crown, then slid back down, squeezing at the base. Erik’s hips jerked forward into her grip, his mouth latched tight around her nipple, sucking like he wanted to pull the piercing straight through her skin.
She poured even more lube, the bottle glugging as she emptied half of it onto his throbbing dick. Her hand became a sloppy, dripping mess, strings of lube stretching between her fingers every time she stroked upward. The wet squelching grew louder, nastier, as she milked him with both hands now—one pumping the shaft, the other rolling his balls, everything coated in thick, shiny lubricant.
Erik’s breathing turned ragged against her chest. He sucked one nipple hard, then the other, alternating between them, teeth clicking against the gold hearts, tongue swirling around each barbell until they spun. Her fist kept working him—fast, tight, nasty—lube flying in droplets with every stroke, his dick throbbing violently in her grip as he rutted into her hand like an animal.
Erik’s mouth sealed around her left nipple, sucking the gold heart deep while Y/N’s fist flew up and down his dick in a sloppy, lube-drenched blur. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them in the thick mess that coated everything. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick filled the room as she jerked him faster, her wrist twisting on every stroke.
"Fuck—gonna cum," he groaned against her tit, teeth clicking the piercing. His hips snapped forward, dick pulsing hard in her grip. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his slit, splattering across her fingers in heavy spurts. She kept stroking through it, milking every drop while his load coated her hand, dripping in long strings onto the couch.
Y/N’s thighs shook around him. The sight of his dick throbbing and shooting in her fist pushed her over the edge again. Her pussy clenched, cream gushing out to soak the cushion beneath her ass. She moaned loudly, hips bucking as her own orgasm rolled through her, nipples stiff and aching under his tongue.
Erik pulled back just enough to watch her face while his dick kept twitching in her hand, the last weak spurts of cum leaking over her knuckles. Their eyes locked—hers glassy, his dark and satisfied.
He cupped both her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sore, swollen nipples. He leaned in and kissed the left one first, soft and slow, then the right, lips lingering on each gold heart. She watched him the whole time, chest rising and falling, until he finally let go.
Erik grabbed the towel from the armrest and wiped the thick mess of cum and lube from her hand, then from his dick and balls. He cleaned the worst of it off the couch too, then tossed the towel aside.
"Thanks, best friend. I, uh. I needed that," he said quietly, voice rough. He stood, pulled his sweats back up, and left her there—breasts bare, nipples glistening, cream still dripping between her thighs—while he headed down the hall to the bathroom. “Don’t mention it”, she said to herself.
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