𐌌𐌀𐌓𐌔 ᕓ𐌔. ᕓ𐌄𐌍𐌵𐌔 (Part Three-FINALE)
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: 11223
Warning: Almost every damn kink in the world. Jealousy. Alcohol Use
Days had passed since that night on the couch.
And somehow, Y/N still couldn't stop thinking about it.
She sat cross-legged on her bed, her iPad resting against her thighs as she stared down at the artwork she'd been working on for days. Her stylus rested loosely between her fingers, completely forgotten.
Her mind was somewhere else.
On Erik.
She hated how often his name had been finding its way into her thoughts lately.
The way his voice sounded when he was close to her. The way his presence seemed different now. The way one simple look between them could make her stomach twist with a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.
Lust.
Confusion.
Curiosity.
Maybe even something more.
She frowned and leaned back against her pillows.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Was it her hormones?
Was she ovulating?
Could that really explain why she suddenly couldn't look at her best friend without remembering what had happened between them?
Or was she finally admitting something she'd been avoiding?
Did I really want more than friendship with Erik?
That thought alone made her uncomfortable.
Things between them weren't exactly awkward.
Not technically.
But they weren't normal either.
They didn't joke around the way they usually did. Their conversations had become short and careful. They'd catch each other staring, only for one of them to quickly look away.
They still ate together, but somehow always ended up sitting on opposite sides of the room.
They still asked about each other's day.
Still laughed occasionally.
Still called each other best friend.
But there was a distance now.
A space neither of them seemed willing to cross.
Y/N sighed and looked back down at her iPad.
Her eyes narrowed.
She tilted her head.
Then squinted.
Something about the figure she'd drawn suddenly caught her attention.
The shape of the body.
The posture.
The broad shoulders.
She slowly lowered her stylus.
The character looked...
Just like him.
“Oh, hell no.”
Y/N quickly turned the iPad face-down on her bed.
Before she could process what she'd just realized, she heard footsteps approaching her room.
Then came a knock.
“Best friend? You in your room?”
Erik.
Y/N looked toward the locked bedroom door.
Of course.
She glanced down at herself before grabbing her robe and tying it securely around her waist. She walked over and unlocked the door.
When she opened it, Erik was standing on the other side.
He looked nothing like the laid-back guy she'd been sitting beside on the couch a few days ago.
He was dressed sharply in a tailored deep-purple suit with a black dress shirt underneath. A pair of gold-framed glasses peeked from his handkerchief pocket, giving him an effortlessly polished look.
Y/N leaned against the doorframe.
“Hey, E.”
He gave her a small grin.
“You busy? Or nah?”
There was something different about his voice.
Not playful.
Not teasing.
Serious.
“I wanted to talk.”
Y/N slowly straightened.
Her eyes stayed on his.
“Nah. You can come in.”
She stepped aside.
Erik walked into the room, glanced around, then grabbed her desk chair and turned it toward the bed. He sat down, spreading his legs slightly as he rested his forearms against them.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Y/N waited.
Finally, Erik exhaled.
“Look, I'ma cut it short.”
Y/N's stomach tightened.
“I ain't want this to happen.”
She remained quiet.
Erik looked down at his hands before looking back at her.
“I won't lie. This shit was fun.”
His expression softened.
“But I knew this could fuck up the dynamic.”
Y/N swallowed.
Erik leaned forward slightly.
“Y/N, you my best friend, shawty. You know that.”
She nodded slowly.
“I just ain't want shit to get weird between us.”
The room went quiet.
Y/N studied him carefully.
His shoulders were tense. His jaw was tight. Even the way he kept rubbing his thumb against the side of his hand told her how uncomfortable this conversation was making him.
He wasn't joking.
He wasn't trying to brush it off.
He meant every word.
And somehow, that scared her more than if he'd walked in there acting like nothing had happened.
Y/N looked down at her hands.
“So what are you saying?”
Erik paused.
For the first time since he'd entered the room, he looked uncertain.
“I'm saying...”
He rubbed his jaw.
“I don't want to lose our friendship over what we did.”
Y/N could feel herself relaxed.
“Neither do I.”
He looked directly at her.
“Good.”
She stared back at him.
“So, what now?” Y/N asked.
They held each other's gaze for a long moment.
Erik didn't answer right away. Instead, he slowly opened his arms toward her.
“Come here.”
Y/N hesitated for only a second before moving closer.
Erik gently pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She settled against him, allowing herself to relax into his warmth. Her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder.
For the first time in days, neither of them felt the need to keep their distance.
Erik's hands moved slowly up and down her back, his touch gentle and reassuring. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the tension she'd been carrying finally begin to loosen.
But the longer they stayed like that, the harder it became to pretend the embrace was completely innocent.
His arms tightened around her.
Y/N's fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Y/N's face was still close to his when her lips softly grazed the side of his neck.
Erik's breath caught.
The small gesture immediately brought back memories of weeks ago, and his arms instinctively tightened around her.
Y/N felt the change in him.
She froze.
For a second, they simply stared at each other, both realizing exactly where the moment could lead if they let it.
Y/N slowly pulled herself out of his lap and stood.
She adjusted the belt of her robe, smoothing the fabric down as she tried to collect herself.
The moment was broken.
Erik cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair.
“Anyways...”
Y/N looked at him.
He gave her a small grin, almost as if he were intentionally changing the subject.
“I finally got that engineering project I've been fighting for.”
Y/N's eyes immediately widened.
“Wait—what?!”
Erik stood from the chair, his smile growing.
“Yeah. They approved the contract this morning.”
Her face lit up.
“E, are you serious?! You finally got it?”
“I'm serious.”
Y/N rushed over and wrapped her arms around him.
“Oh my God! Congratulations!”
Erik laughed, hugging her back.
“Thank you, best friend.”
She pulled away, still smiling.
“I know you've been working your ass off for that.”
“Exactly. So we gotta celebrate.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
“We?”
“We.”
He pointed between them.
“You, me, and the homies.”
Y/N smiled.
“Okay, so what you got planned?”
Erik's grin turned mischievous.
“Tomorrow night. Your favorite club.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“Oh, we outside?”
“Hell yeah. And before you ask, everything's on me.”
Y/N laughed.
“Look at you!”
“I got something to celebrate now.”
He straightened his jacket before looking at her.
“So get yourself together. Tomorrow night, we celebrating properly.”
Y/N smiled and shook her head.
“You already know I'm coming.”
Erik headed toward the door, but paused before stepping out.
He looked back at her.
For just a second, their eyes met again.
The same unspoken tension returned.
Neither of them mentioned it.
Erik simply smiled.
“Well, let me get out of these clothes and grab us some food. You got a taste for anything?”
Y/N watched him walk away.
“Mexican food is fine.”
He nodded, and the door closed behind him.
Y/N stood there quietly for a moment before falling back onto her bed.
She stared at the ceiling.
Tomorrow night suddenly felt a lot closer than she wanted it to.
The Next Morning
Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across Y/N's bedroom.
She groaned beneath the covers and rolled onto her back, reaching blindly for her phone on the nightstand.
8:17 a.m.
“Ugh...”
She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before remembering what day it was.
Tonight.
The celebration.
Erik's new project.
The club.
And, unfortunately, Erik himself.
Y/N sat up and rubbed her face.
She had spent half the night thinking about what had happened between them. Every time she convinced herself she was overthinking it, another memory surfaced.
His arms around her.
The way he'd looked at her.
That brief moment before she'd pulled away.
She shook her head.
“Girl, get your shit together.”
She climbed out of bed and grabbed her robe before heading toward the bathroom.
After showering, Y/N returned to her room with a towel wrapped around her hair. She walked over to her closet and opened the doors, staring at the clothes hanging inside.
Tonight needed a look.
A look.
She pulled out a few possibilities and tossed them onto the bed.
Black dress.
No.
Too predictable.
Silver two-piece.
Maybe.
A fitted burgundy dress.
She held it against herself and studied her reflection.
“Hmm...”
Her phone suddenly buzzed.
She glanced at the screen.
E 💜: Morning best friend. Don't forget tonight.
Y/N smiled despite herself.
She typed back.
Y/N: Boy I know. You the one throwing the damn celebration.
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
E 💜: Exactly. So don't be late.
Y/N rolled her eyes.
Y/N: I am never late.
His response came quickly.
E 💜: You were late to your own birthday dinner.
Y/N laughed.
Y/N: That was ONE time.
E 💜: That was three times.
She stared at the message.
“This nigga...”
Her fingers moved across the screen.
Y/N: Whatever. I'll be ready.
A few seconds passed.
Then another message appeared.
E 💜: Good. And Y/N?
She paused.
Y/N: What?
The typing bubble appeared.
Disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally:
E 💜: It's good having my best friend back.
Y/N's smile slowly faded into something softer.
She stared at the message for a long moment.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard.
There were so many things she could say.
Instead, she settled on the simplest answer.
Y/N: Good having you back too, E.
She placed her phone down.
For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe.
Maybe tonight could just be about celebrating.
Maybe they could have fun.
Maybe they could pretend everything was normal.
But deep down, Y/N already knew better.
Because when it came to Erik, nothing felt completely normal anymore.
Later That Night
By the time the sun had disappeared, Erik was already downstairs waiting.
He checked his phone for the third time, leaning casually against the wall near the front door. He'd kept his outfit clean, relaxed, and effortlessly put together.
A loose-fitting cream-beige short-sleeve button-up hung open over a fitted black tank top, giving him an easy layered look. Matching wide-leg trousers sat comfortably at his waist, draping naturally over his legs. Black-and-white loafers finished the outfit, adding just enough polish without taking away from the relaxed streetwear feel.
A simple gold chain rested against his chest, paired with a matching bracelet and small gold earrings that caught the warm hallway light whenever he moved. Dark rectangular sunglasses covered his eyes, even though they were already inside, because Erik wasn't about to let a little thing like nighttime stop him from completing the look.
His locs were neatly braided back.
His phone rested loosely in one hand.
He looked good.
He knew he looked good.
But he was getting impatient.
He glanced toward the stairs.
“Best friend taking forever...”
Then he heard footsteps.
Erik looked up.
And forgot whatever complaint he'd been preparing.
Y/N stepped into view.
For a second, he didn't say anything.
She wore a sleek black-and-nude abstract-print dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. The halter neckline dipped elegantly across her chest before gathering at the bust and narrowing into her waist. Painterly nude brushstrokes curved across the black fabric, wrapping around her hips and trailing down the dress like someone had turned a piece of artwork into something she could wear.
The fitted skirt followed her silhouette before falling just above her ankles, moving fluidly with every step.
Erik slowly lowered his phone.
Oh, she ain’t playin’.
Her makeup only made the situation worse.
Her complexion had that soft, radiant finish that made her skin look naturally luminous. Warm contour defined her cheekbones, nose, and jaw while a subtle bronze glow caught across the high points of her face. Her peachy-nude blush gave her cheeks just enough color.
But her eyes—
Those caught him.
Champagne shimmer covered her lids, fading into a soft neutral crease. Sharp black winged liner elongated her eyes, giving them that lifted, feline shape. Wispy lashes framed them perfectly, while tiny crystal accents near the outer corners caught the light whenever she blinked.
And then there were her lips.
Deep brown-nude liner.
Caramel gloss.
That was all it took.
Erik swallowed.
C’mon, Erik. Pull it together. It’s just Y/N.
He immediately corrected himself.
But DAMN she look good.
But somehow, neither thought made it any easier.
Y/N stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
“Why you looking at me like that?”
Erik blinked, realizing he'd been staring.
He quickly slipped his phone into his pocket.
“I'm not.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, you are.”
“I was just—”
He paused.
There was no believable excuse.
So he gave her a slow once-over before meeting her eyes again.
“You look good.”
Y/N smiled.
“Just good?”
That little challenge in her voice made his mouth twitch.
“You know damn well you look better than good.”
Her smile widened.
“Thank you.”
She stepped closer.
Now it was Y/N's turn to take him in.
She'd seen Erik dressed up plenty of times.
But tonight?
Something about him felt different.
Maybe it was the way the cream and black worked against his skin. Maybe it was the gold catching against his neck and ears. Maybe it was the way his locs were braided back, exposing more of his face.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that she couldn't look at him anymore without remembering that there was something between them neither of them had figured out yet.
Her eyes lingered a second too long.
Damn.
She quickly looked away.
Erik noticed.
Of course he did.
“What?” he asked.
Y/N shook her head.
“Nothing.”
“You was staring.”
“I was not.”
“You definitely was.”
She walked past him, grabbing her purse from the table.
“Boy, shut up.”
Erik laughed under his breath.
He followed her toward the door.
“So we both just gonna lie tonight?”
Y/N glanced back at him.
Their eyes met.
And for one suspended second, the playful energy disappeared.
There was something heavier underneath it.
Something neither of them could quite name.
Y/N's expression softened.
Erik's did too.
Then she smiled.
“We going or not?”
He opened the door for her.
“After you, best friend.”
She stepped outside.
Erik followed, pulling the door closed behind them.
Neither said what they were thinking.
Neither needed to.
Because the way they'd looked at each other said enough.
And tonight had barely even started.
The Club
The bass could be felt before they even made it through the doors.
A deep, steady thump rolled through the pavement, vibrating beneath Y/N's heels as the line outside slowly moved forward. Neon lights flashed across the entrance, painting the crowd in shades of purple, blue, and red while music spilled through the open doors.
Y/N stepped closer to Erik as they approached the front.
He glanced down at her.
“You good?”
She smiled.
“I'm good. I'm ready to have fun.”
Erik nodded, but his eyes lingered on her for a second longer than necessary.
The dress.
The makeup.
The way she carried herself tonight.
He looked away before she could catch him again.
They finally made it inside.
The atmosphere immediately swallowed them.
Music blasted from the speakers. Bodies moved together across the dance floor, drinks lifted into the air as people shouted over the beat, and the entire room seemed alive.
Erik placed a hand lightly against Y/N's back as they moved through the crowd.
“Stay close.”
Y/N glanced over her shoulder.
“I know how to walk through a club, E.”
“I know. I'm just making sure you don't disappear.”
She smirked.
“You worried about me?”
“Always.”
That answer caught her off guard.
For a second, she didn't know what to say.
Then she smiled and turned forward.
They spotted Erik's friends near the VIP section.
“There they go!” one of the men shouted.
Erik raised a hand.
“What's good?”
The group greeted him, immediately congratulating him on the new project.
“My boy finally got that contract!”
“About damn time!”
Erik laughed, shaking his head.
“Y'all act like I wasn't gonna get it.”
Y/N stood beside him, smiling proudly.
One of his friends looked at her and nodded appreciatively.
“Y/N, you looking good tonight.”
“Thank you.”
Erik immediately glanced over.
The friend noticed and laughed.
“What?”
Erik gave him a look.
“Nothing.”
“Man, you looking at me like I said something wrong.”
Y/N covered her mouth to hide her laugh.
“Leave him alone.”
They settled into the VIP area, drinks arriving almost immediately.
Erik lifted his glass.
“To the project.”
Everyone raised theirs.
“To the project!”
Glasses clinked.
Y/N took a sip, smiling.
Erik looked around at his friends, then back at her.
For the first time in days, everything felt easy.
No serious conversations.
No avoiding each other.
No pretending.
Just music, laughter, and the people they cared about.
Then the DJ switched songs.
The beat changed.
Y/N's eyes immediately lit up.
“Oh, hell yes.”
She stood.
Erik laughed.
“Here we go.”
She grabbed his hand.
“Come dance.”
He looked at her hand in his.
Then at her.
That familiar spark returned.
“You sure?”
Y/N smiled.
“I'm sure.”
She pulled him toward the dance floor.
Erik followed.
And as the lights swept over them, the distance they'd spent days building slowly disappeared beneath the music.
For tonight, they weren't worrying about what they were.
They were just Y/N and Erik.
Best friends.
Two people who knew each other better than anyone else.
And two people who were beginning to realize that maybe that wasn't the whole story anymore.
The drinks kept coming.
One round became two, then three, and somewhere between the music, the laughter, and the celebration, the atmosphere around them changed.
The VIP section had gotten louder, but somehow Y/N and Erik had become quieter.
They were back on the dance floor.
The DJ switched to a slower, bass-heavy track, and Y/N immediately turned toward Erik.
She knew the song.
So did he.
Their eyes met.
Neither of them said anything.
Then the lyrics started.
Y/N began rapping along, mouthing every word with a playful confidence that made Erik smile. He joined in, his voice low as he delivered his part of the lyrics.
They moved closer.
Not touching.
Just close enough to feel the energy between them.
Every movement seemed deliberate.
Y/N swayed to the beat, her eyes never leaving his. Erik mirrored her, keeping the smallest amount of space between them.
The crowd moved around them, but neither seemed to notice.
They were completely locked in.
Y/N raised her glass, took another sip, then continued rapping along.
Erik laughed when she emphasized one particular line, shaking his head.
“You know you be doing too much.”
She leaned slightly closer.
“You love it.”
His smile faded into something quieter.
“Maybe I do.”
Y/N's expression changed.
The music continued around them.
The lights flashed across his face.
Gold glimmered at his neck.
Her eyes dropped briefly to his mouth before returning to his eyes.
Erik noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His gaze traveled over her face, lingering for just a second before settling back on her eyes.
Neither moved.
The song continued, but suddenly neither of them seemed interested in the lyrics anymore.
Y/N swallowed.
Erik tilted his head slightly.
There was no touching.
No kiss.
Nothing they could point to later and call a mistake.
Just two people standing inches apart, looking at each other like they both wanted something neither one was willing to say out loud.
Y/N smiled softly.
“You staring again.”
Erik's mouth curved into a slow grin.
“So are you.”
She laughed under her breath.
“Maybe.”
The next beat dropped.
They both turned toward the crowd at the same time, pretending to get lost in the music.
But a few seconds later, their eyes found each other again.
And this time, neither of them looked away.
The moment between them lasted only a few more seconds before one of Erik's boys appeared beside Y/N with a grin.
“Aight, Y/N, let me steal you for a dance.”
Y/N laughed.
“Steal me?”
“Just one.”
She glanced toward Erik.
He gave her a small nod.
“Go ahead.”
There was something unreadable in his expression, but Y/N didn't think much of it.
She let his friend lead her a few steps away.
Erik watched them for a moment before turning toward the bar.
He needed a drink.
Maybe two.
He leaned against the counter and ordered his liquor, taking a slow swallow as his eyes wandered back toward the dance floor.
At first, everything looked fine.
Y/N was laughing.
His friend was dancing.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then Erik noticed the distance between them disappear.
His friend moved closer.
Too close.
Erik's jaw tightened.
He took another drink.
His eyes never left them.
Y/N's smile had faded.
Her shoulders had gone stiff, and the playful movement she'd had with Erik earlier was gone. She shifted backward slightly, creating space that his friend immediately tried to close.
Erik lowered his glass.
Yeah. Nah.
He knew Y/N.
He knew every little change in her body language.
And she wasn't comfortable.
He set his drink down and started walking toward them.
Y/N noticed him first.
Their eyes met across the dance floor.
Something about his expression made her stomach drop.
He wasn't smiling.
He wasn't joking.
He looked pissed.
Her friend turned around just as Erik reached them.
“Yo, what's good?”
Erik stepped between them.
“Move.”
His friend frowned.
“What?”
“I said move.”
Y/N stepped back, suddenly finding herself behind Erik.
“E...”
Erik didn't take his eyes off his friend.
“You good?” his friend asked.
“I'm good.”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
“But she ain't.”
His friend looked past him toward Y/N.
“My nigga, we was just dancing.”
“I saw.”
“So what's the problem?”
Erik laughed once, but there was no humor behind it.
“The problem is you ain’t payin’ attention when she was trying to get some space, nigga.”
His friend shook his head.
“Bro, don't do all that. She could've told me.”
Y/N spoke from behind Erik.
“I was trying to, Jabari.”
That was enough.
Erik's expression hardened.
“Exactly.”
His friend stepped closer.
“You doing too much over a dance.”
“And you was doing way too much over my best friend.”
The words landed differently.
Y/N felt it.
So did Erik.
For a second, neither man said anything.
His friend scoffed.
“Your best friend? Man, ain't nobody worried about that bi-”
Erik's eyes narrowed.
“Watch what you say.”
“I'm just saying—”
“I said watch what you say.”
Y/N stepped forward.
“Erik, it's okay. I’m good now, E.”
He looked back at her.
The anger in his face softened immediately when he saw her.
“You good?”
She nodded.
“I'm good. Seriously.”
Erik held her gaze for another second, making sure she meant it.
Then he looked back at his friend.
“We leaving.”
Y/N blinked.
“E, we don't have to—”
“Yes, we do.”
He took her hand.
“Come on.”
She followed him, trying to keep up as he moved through the crowd.
“Erik, slow down.”
He stopped.
Y/N stepped in front of him.
“You're mad.”
“I'm not mad.”
She stared at him.
“Yes, you are.”
He exhaled sharply.
“I just don't like seeing you uncomfortable.”
Her expression softened.
“I know.”
She reached for his arm.
“But you don't have to fight everybody who looks at me wrong.”
That finally pulled a reluctant laugh from him.
“I'm not fighting nobody.”
“You were about two seconds away from it.”
“He was getting too close.”
“And I handled it.”
Erik looked down at her.
“Barely.”
A beat passed.
Then his eyes dropped toward her hand resting on his arm.
When he looked back at her, the anger had faded into something else.
Something heavier.
“We going home.”
Y/N sighed.
“Fine.”
She turned toward the exit.
Before she could take two steps, Erik suddenly scooped her up.
“Erik!”
He swung her over his shoulder, catching her securely as she burst into surprised laughter.
“Put me down!”
“Nope.”
“Boy, I swear to God—!”
Erik laughed as he carried her toward the exit.
“You said you wanted me to calm down. I'm calm.”
Y/N smacked his back.
“This is your version of calm?!”
“Yep.”
Despite herself, she started laughing.
And just like that, the jealousy, the tension, and the argument behind them faded beneath the familiar ridiculousness that had always been theirs.
But neither of them could ignore what had caused it.
Erik hadn't just been protecting his best friend.
He'd been jealous.
And they both knew it.
The Uber was quiet.
Not completely silent—the low hum of the road and faint music from the driver's speakers filled the space—but neither Y/N nor Erik had said much since getting inside.
They sat close together in the backseat, shoulders occasionally brushing whenever the car turned, but neither acknowledged it.
Both were a little tipsy.
Both were still irritated.
Y/N stared out the window, arms folded tightly across her chest.
Erik leaned back beside her, jaw set as he watched the passing city lights.
Every now and then, he'd glance at her.
Every time, she'd catch him and look away.
Finally, Erik sighed.
“You still mad?”
Nothing.
Y/N kept staring out the window.
“Best friend.”
Nothing.
He shook his head.
“Aight.”
The rest of the ride passed in silence.
When they finally pulled up to the house, Y/N immediately opened the door and stepped out.
She marched toward the front door without waiting for him.
Erik followed behind, shaking his head.
“Y/N.”
She kept walking.
“Y/N.”
Nothing.
He closed the door behind them.
“Best friend.”
She reached the stairs.
“What?”
She spun around, irritation written all over her face.
“What do you want, Erik?”
He stopped.
“I been calling your name.”
“And I heard you.”
“Then why you ignoring me?”
“Because I'm mad at you!”
Erik stared at her.
“For what?”
Y/N threw her hands up.
“For embarrassing me tonight! You didn't have to turn everything into some damn confrontation.”
“He was making you uncomfortable.”
“I could've handled it!”
“I know you could've.”
“Then why didn't you let me?”
Erik opened his mouth, but stopped.
Y/N was still standing in her heels, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
He noticed.
Her shoulders tightened every time she moved.
She was uncomfortable.
Probably hurting.
Yet she was too stubborn to say anything.
His expression softened.
“Hold up.”
Y/N frowned.
“What?”
Erik walked toward her.
She watched him with confusion.
“E, what are you doing?”
He didn't answer.
Instead, he lowered himself onto one knee in front of her.
Y/N's anger immediately faltered.
“Erik...”
He gently reached for one of her heels.
“You've been standing in these things all night.”
He carefully slipped the first shoe from her foot.
Y/N looked down at him.
Then he moved to the other, easing it off just as carefully.
When both heels were finally off, Y/N exhaled in relief.
Her feet relaxed against the floor.
Erik looked up at her.
“Better?”
She nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
The anger in her expression had disappeared.
There was something almost tender in the way she looked at him now.
Erik gave her knees a gentle squeeze before pressing a soft kiss to one knee, then the other.
Y/N's breath caught.
It wasn't playful.
It wasn't teasing.
It was affectionate.
Reassuring.
The kind of gesture that made her feel cared for without him needing to say a word.
He stood again, bringing them face-to-face.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Y/N's eyes searched his.
Erik's voice was quieter when he finally spoke.
“I wasn't trying to embarrass you.”
She swallowed.
“I know.”
“I just...”
He paused.
“I don't like seeing anybody make you uncomfortable.”
Y/N looked down at the heels sitting beside them.
Then back at him.
“You care too much.”
Erik smiled faintly.
“Maybe.”
She shook her head.
Erik's gaze dropped lower, lingering on her bare feet against the hardwood. The soft arch, the neat polish on her toes, the faint red marks where the heels had pressed—all of it pulled his attention.
Y/N caught the way his eyes lingered and shifted her weight, toes curling slightly.
He looked up, meeting her stare. The irritation was still there, but softer now, mixed with something else.
"I know how to make you feel better," he said quietly.
She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Yeah?"
Erik didn't answer with words. He sank down to his knees again, this time slower, more deliberate. His hands slid up the backs of her calves, warm and steady, until they disappeared beneath the hem of her dress.
She felt his fingers hook into the sides of her panties and tug them down, the fabric sliding over her thighs, past her knees, until she stepped out of them.
He pushed the dress up just enough to expose her, the cool air hitting her skin. Y/N's breath hitched as he leaned in, mouth open, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe from her entrance to her clit.
No teasing, no warm-up—just hungry, messy licks that made her thighs twitch.
Erik groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her pussy. He sucked her clit between his lips, then let it go with a wet pop before burying his tongue inside her, fucking her with it in short, filthy thrusts.
Spit and slick coated his chin as he worked, the sounds obscene in the quiet hallway.
Y/N's hand found the banister for balance, the other gripping the top of his head.
Her irritation melted into something hotter, heavier, her hips rolling forward to meet every stroke of his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. "Still mad at me?"
She didn't answer.
Y/N grabbed a fistful of Erik's shirt and yanked him up from his knees. Their mouths crashed together, her tongue sliding over his lips so she could taste herself on him. She moaned into the kiss, sucking on his tongue like she wanted every drop of her own slick. Erik's hands clamped onto her waist, then slid down to grip her ass hard enough to bruise.
She tried to steer him toward the stairs, but he was done letting her lead. He bent, hooked an arm behind her thighs, and hoisted her over his shoulder in one smooth motion. Y/N gasped, palms slapping against his back.
"Erik—"
He answered with a sharp smack to her bare ass, the sound echoing through the hallway. She jerked, then shivered as his palm rubbed over the sting before delivering another.
"My room," he said, already moving. "Now."
Her dress was still bunched around her hips, panties forgotten on the floor. Each step he took made her sway against his shoulder, her wet pussy brushing the fabric of his shirt. He carried her like she weighed nothing, one hand gripping the back of her thigh to keep her steady while the other kept delivering those firm, possessive smacks.
By the time he kicked his bedroom door open and dropped her onto the mattress, her ass was hot and her thighs were slick. Erik stood over her, breathing hard, eyes dark.
"Strip," he ordered, already unbuckling his belt. "And don't make me tell you twice."
Erik stood at the foot of the bed, belt already open, watching Y/N with that dark, unreadable stare. "Strip," he repeated, voice low. "Everything off. I want to see every inch before I use you."
She peeled the dress over her head, exposing her breasts, already hard nipples. The gold heart piercings caught the light, nipples already tight. She kicked her heels off last, leaving her bare except for the jewelry. Erik's eyes dragged over her like he was memorizing every curve.
"Good girl," he said, stepping closer. "Now lie back on the edge of the bed. Head hanging off."
Y/N shifted into position, hair spilling toward the floor. Erik stepped between her spread thighs, shoving his pants down just enough to free his dick. It was already hard, flushed dark at the tip. He gripped the base and tapped it against her lips.
"Open," he ordered. "And keep those hands on your tits. Play with those pierced nipples while I fuck your throat."
She parted her lips and he pushed inside, slow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch. Her tongue pressed up against the underside as he sank deeper. One hand stayed on her breast, fingers rolling and tugging at the gold heart piercing, twisting it just enough to make her moan around his dick. The vibration traveled straight through him.
Erik's hand slid into her hair, holding her steady. He pulled back until just the head rested on her tongue, then thrust forward again, deeper this time. Her throat fluttered around him. She kept working her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds, the metal warm from her fingers.
"That's it," he murmured, voice rough. "Keep playing with them. Don't stop until I tell you."
He started a steady rhythm, fucking into her mouth with controlled thrusts. Each time he pushed deeper, her throat tightened around him. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks toward the floor. She gagged once, softly, and he paused, letting her breathe through her nose before continuing.
Y/N's fingers never left her chest. She tugged harder on the piercings, pulling her nipples away from her body, then letting them snap back. The sensation made her thighs twitch. Erik watched everything—her hands, her throat working around him, the way her eyes watered when he pushed especially deep.
"Look at you," he said, pulling out long enough for her to gasp for air. Strings of spit connected her lips to his dick. "So fucking pretty with your mouth full. Keep those fingers moving. I want those nipples sore by the time I'm done."
He slid back in, deeper than before, until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her throat spasmed around him. She kept playing with her tits exactly as he'd told her, rolling the piercings between her fingers, twisting them, tugging. Her moans vibrated up his length with every movement.
Erik's grip in her hair tightened. He held her there for a long moment, feeling her throat work around him, before pulling back and letting her suck in air. Spit dripped from her chin onto the floor. Her nipples were red and swollen from her own fingers, the gold hearts gleaming wet.
"Don't stop," he reminded her, already pushing back into her mouth. "Keep playing with them while I use your throat."
Erik kept his dick buried in her throat, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every time he pushed forward, her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat clenched tight around him. Spit ran down her cheeks in shiny streaks, dripping onto the floor beneath her head.
Her legs were spread wide on the bed, knees bent, and Erik's eyes dropped lower. Her pussy was on full display, glistening and flushed. He watched it for a moment, dick twitching against her tongue, then reached down without breaking his pace.
Two thick fingers—middle and ring—slid straight into her pussy. No teasing, no warning. He pushed them deep on the first thrust, burying them to the knuckle while his dick stayed lodged in her throat. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, hot and slick, and a muffled moan vibrated up his shaft.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he muttered, voice low and rough. His fingers curled inside her, stroking that spongy spot with each pump. He kept fucking her face at the same steady pace, hips snapping forward while his hand worked her pussy in tandem. Wet sounds filled the room—her throat gagging around his dick, her pussy squelching around his fingers.
Y/N's hands never left her tits. She kept tugging and twisting the gold heart piercings exactly like he'd ordered, nipples red and swollen from the attention. Every time his fingers drove into her, her thighs twitched and her throat spasmed harder around him.
Erik added a third finger without slowing down, stretching her wider. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles while he finger-fucked her deep and steady. Spit and pre-cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her face as he used her throat. His fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pumping hard enough to make her hips jerk off the bed.
"Keep playing with those nipples," he growled, pushing his dick deeper until her throat bulged around the head. "Don't you dare stop."
Erik picked up the pace without warning. His hips snapped forward harder, driving his dick deeper into her throat with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the room as he fucked her face faster, spit flying from the corners of her mouth.
His fingers worked her pussy in the same brutal rhythm, three thick digits plunging in and out while his thumb stayed locked on her clit. Her walls clenched tight around him, dripping down his hand, but every time her thighs started to shake and her moans grew louder around his dick, he pulled back just enough to keep her right on the edge.
"Not yet," he growled, voice low and rough. "You don't get to cum until I say."
Y/N's body trembled under him, her hands still twisting and pulling at her pierced nipples exactly like he'd ordered. Her legs stayed spread wide, pussy exposed and throbbing, but he kept denying her that final push.
Then his hand pulled out completely.
The sharp crack of his palm slapping her soaked pussy echoed through the room. Her whole body jerked hard, and a sudden rush of liquid sprayed from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Erik smirked, watching the mess spread across his bed.
"Fuck, look at that," he muttered, then did it again—another firm slap right against her swollen clit. Another gush of squirt followed, her hips bucking wildly as more liquid soaked into the mattress.
He didn't give her time to recover. Three fingers drove back inside her, curling hard against that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed tight, fast circles over her clit.
"Go ahead and cum, baby," he ordered, voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."
Her body obeyed instantly. A broken, muffled cry vibrated around his dick as her pussy clamped down hard, then released in a violent gush. Clear liquid sprayed across his sheets in pulsing waves, soaking everything beneath her. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her grip on her own tits going slack as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body went limp, weak and trembling, completely spent from the force of it.
Erik kept his fingers buried deep, feeling every aftershock ripple through her while his dick stayed lodged in her throat, watching her fall apart beneath him.
Erik pulled his dick from her throat in one smooth motion. She gasped hard, lungs filling with air as spit trailed from her lips down her chin. Her chest heaved while she caught her breath, the sudden emptiness making her throat feel raw and open.
"You can stop playing with your nipples now," he said, voice low.
Her hands dropped away from her tits, arms falling limp at her sides. Her whole body felt heavy, spent from everything he'd already put her through.
Erik knelt beside the bed and leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers. The kiss was slower, almost gentle, and she let him pull her upright until she was sitting. His hands stayed on her waist as he guided her back down, laying her flat against the mattress.
He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes. His dick stayed hard, thick and flushed, the head glistening from her spit. Once he was naked he climbed onto the bed again, settling between her spread legs. He kissed her once more, deeper this time, then lowered his body over hers.
The blunt head of his dick nudged her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open. She was soaked, but the fit was still tight, her walls gripping every ridge of him. Erik groaned against her mouth, feeling how warm and snug she felt around his length.
Y/N moaned as he sank deeper. He felt massive inside her, long and thick, pressing against every sensitive spot as he bottomed out. Her thighs trembled around his hips. He stayed buried for a moment, then drew back and thrust in again, keeping the pace deliberately slow, letting her feel every drag of his dick through her soaked pussy.
Erik stayed buried inside her, hips pressed flush to hers as he savored the way her pussy clenched around him. He drew back until only the head remained inside, then pushed forward again, slow and deliberate. Each thrust dragged against her walls, stretching her open around his thick length. She felt every inch of him, the way his dick filled her completely, pressing deep with each measured stroke.
Her breath came in short gasps beneath him. He was so big, so long, the head of his dick nudging against her cervix with every slow push. Her legs wrapped around his waist without thinking, pulling him closer. Erik groaned low in his throat, feeling how tight she was, how warm and slick her pussy felt gripping him.
He kept the pace unhurried, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that let her feel every ridge and vein along his shaft. His chest pressed against hers, skin to skin, as he buried his face in her neck. His lips found her pulse point, sucking lightly while his dick continued its slow invasion.
Y/N's hands slid up his back, nails digging in as he thrust deeper. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the steady pulse of his dick matching the beat of her own heart. He pulled back and pushed in again, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each stroke.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathed against her ear. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them higher so he could sink even deeper. The new angle made her gasp, her pussy clenching harder around his length.
Erik maintained the slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and measured. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, wanted her to remember exactly how he stretched her open. His dick dragged against her inner walls with each withdrawal, then filled her completely again as he pushed back in. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, her arousal coating his shaft and making each thrust smoother.
He lifted his head to look down at her, watching her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as she moaned with each deep stroke. He leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her sounds as his hips continued their slow, steady rhythm.
Erik pulled back slowly, his dick glistening with her wetness as he eased out of her pussy. He sat up on his knees, gripping her thighs firmly to lift and fold her legs until her ankles rested on his broad shoulders. The new position let him sink back inside her with one smooth thrust, his shaft stretching her open deeper than before. He kept his movements controlled at first, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that still felt intimate even as he began to pick up the pace just a fraction.
His hands wrapped around her calves, holding her legs in place as he drove into her. Each thrust now came quicker, his dick sliding in and out of her slick pussy with more force while he stayed gentle enough not to overwhelm her. He leaned forward slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of one ankle, then another to the other. His tongue traced the sensitive skin there before he took her toes into his mouth, sucking on them one by one while his eyes locked onto hers.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and steady, dominance clear in the way he held her body exactly where he wanted it. His gaze never wavered as he fucked her, hips snapping forward in that quicker pace, his dick filling her completely with every stroke. "You feel that? This pussy is mine right now." He sucked harder on her toes, tongue swirling around them as he maintained eye contact, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face.
Y/N's moans grew louder, her body trembling under his control. He kept thrusting, the wet sound of his dick pounding into her echoing in the room, yet his grip remained firm but careful. His dominance showed in how he positioned her, how he claimed her with each deeper push, how he refused to break that intense stare. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking her toes again while his hips worked faster. Her walls clenched tight around him, pulsing as her orgasm hit hard, her pussy gripping his length in waves while he watched her fall apart beneath him.
Erik eased out of her pulsing pussy after her orgasm, his dick slick and throbbing from the way her walls had milked him. He flipped her over with firm hands, guiding her onto all fours right in front of the full-length mirror. Her big thick black ass rose high in the air as she settled into position, back arched deep so her chest pressed low and her ass cheeks spread wide for him. He knelt behind her, gripping her hips to line up his dick with her entrance before sinking back inside with one steady thrust.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," he ordered, his voice rough with dominance as he started thrusting again, quicker now but still controlled. His eyes met hers through the reflection. "See how fucking perfect you look taking this dick? That used-to-be-celibate pussy is gripping me so tight, so warm and wet around every inch. I can't believe how good you feel—fuck, I wish I'd known sooner. This pussy is mine now. I'm gonna claim it every time I please, whenever I want, no one else gets it."
Y/N moaned, pushing back against him as she watched their reflection. "Yes, Erik, it's yours—your dick feels so deep, stretching me just right. Tell me more, I love hearing it."
He pounded into her with firmer snaps of his hips, the wet slap of his body meeting her thick ass filling the room. "That's it, baby, look how your pussy takes me so greedily. So tight and slick, so fucking warm inside—goddamn, you're perfect. This ass, this pussy, all mine to fuck and fill whenever I need it. You're mine."
"I am, Erik—your pussy, use it," she gasped back, eyes locked on his in the mirror as her body rocked forward with each thrust. "It feels so good, keep going, claim me."
He kept one hand on her arched back to hold the deep curve, the other sliding up to fist her hair. With a yank, he pulled her head back while still buried deep, leaning over to crush his mouth to hers in a sloppy, open kiss. Tongues tangled messily as they watched each other in the mirror, his dick never stopping its rhythm inside her soaked heat. Her big ass jiggled with every drive forward, her used pussy clenching tighter around him as the kiss turned wetter, saliva dripping between their lips.
When he finally broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still connected their lips, glistening in the soft lamplight. Erik's grip in her hair tightened, pulling her head back even further until her spine curved like a drawn bow, the arch of her back deepening so her plump ass rose even higher against his hips.
"Look at that," he murmured, voice dropping to something dark and possessive as he tilted his chin toward the mirror. "Look at your greedy fat ass pussy swallowing my dick whole. Watch it stretch around me."
Y/N's eyes followed his command, and she whimpered at the sight. In the mirror, she could see everything—the thick, swollen lips of her pussy wrapped tight around Erik's shaft, glistening with arousal and her earlier orgasm. Every time he pulled back, her inner walls grabbed at him, clinging desperately like they refused to let him go. Soft, pink flesh rolled out with him, gripping the ridge of his dick before he slammed back inside, burying himself to the hilt.
"You feel that, baby?" He stayed buried deep, grinding his pelvis against her ass, letting her feel the full weight and heat of him. "Your pussy is pulsing around me. I can feel every little flutter, every spasm, like you're trying to milk me dry. So fucking hungry for this dick."
She clenched involuntarily at his words, and the ripple ran through her channel in a wave, her walls contracting in rapid, rhythmic bursts. Y/N moaned long and low, her head lolling back against his grip. "Yes... yes, Erik, I feel it. It's throbbing, I need you to move."
He laughed low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her back. "You need me to move? Beg for it."
"Please," she gasped, pushing back against him, grinding her big ass against his groin. "Please, Erik, fuck me. Fill me up, I need your dick moving inside me."
"Good girl." He released her hair, palm sliding down the sweat-slicked curve of her spine before planting firmly between her shoulder blades, pressing her upper body down until her cheek nearly touched the cool surface of the mirror. Her ass lifted higher, spread wide, her puffy folds fully exposed and dripping. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat head of his dick stretching her entrance, and held there.
She could feel herself pulsing around that stretched rim — her pussy throbbing in frantic, desperate beats, sucking at him, trying to pull him back in. The sight in the mirror was obscene: her glistening, puffy pussy gripping the tip of his dick, wet and swollen, her juices streaking down her thighs.
"Damn, look at that," Erik rasped, one hand moving to spread her ass cheek, pulling it aside to watch the way her entrance clung to him. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, so wet, squeezing me like it never wants to let go. And it never will, right? This pussy is mine. Pulsing, clenching, begging—all for me."
"Yes, Erik, it's yours!" she cried, watching wide-eyed in the mirror as he finally slammed forward again. The force of it drove the air from her lungs, pushing her chest against the cold glass, her thick ass rippling from the impact. His balls slapped against her clit with each deep drive, and she could feel her inner walls gripping him in desperate waves, massaging every inch of his length as he fucked into her.
"That's it," he groaned, picking up a brutal, punishing rhythm. "Feel how my dick splits you open, how your tight fat ass pussy clenches around me. You're so fucking responsive, baby—I can feel you fluttering around every stroke. Your whole body is just pulsing around this dick."
He wasn't wrong. Y/N's inner walls were rippling continuously now, a constant, aching throb that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of contraction through her channel, her pussy squeezing and releasing in quick succession, desperate and greedy. She could feel herself getting close again, that hot coil twisting low in her belly, her inner muscles spasming in anticipation.
"I'm close," she whimpered, her words hitching as he drove into her. "Erik, I'm gonna come—please don't stop—"
"I'm not stopping until I've felt you come around this dick twice," he growled, shifting his angle slightly, aiming for that spot deep inside her. "And I want you to watch, baby. Watch your pussy gush all over my dick and think about whose pussy this belongs to."
His thumb found her clit, pressing down in tight, possessive circles. The combination of his deep, slamming thrusts, the pressure on her swollen clit, and the sight of her own stretched, dripping pussy in the mirror pushed her over the edge within seconds. She came with a broken cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.
And God, Erik felt every second of it. Her walls clamped down in violent, rhythmic pulses, squeezing his dick like a fist, milking him with wave after wave of contractions. He slowed his thrusts, letting her ride it out on his shaft, groaning as he felt each powerful spasm ripple around him.
"There it is," he bit out, voice wrecked with lust. "Feel that, baby? Feel your cum soaking my dick? Feel how it keeps pulsing, over and over, like your pussy's trying to pull me deeper. Fucking perfect."
Y/N whimpered in aftershocks, her legs trembling, her thick ass still pressed high against him. Her reflection stared back at her—flushed, fucked-out, completely ruined. But in the mirror, she could also see the glistening proof of her orgasm coating Erik's shaft, her juices clinging to his skin as her spent walls still fluttered around him.
"Good girl," he murmured, pulling out slowly, letting her feel every inch of her trembling channel stretching and releasing as he slid free. Cool air hit her soaked, pulsing hole, and she could feel it clenching around nothing, still spasming, still desperate. He watched her in the mirror, watching her pussy gape and clench, swallowing empty air.
"Look at that," he said softly, a dark smile curling his lips. "Still hungry, aren't you? Don't worry, baby. We're not done yet."
She didn't move. Not immediately. She just stayed there on all fours, chest heaving, watching him in the mirror with a slow, satisfied smile curling at her lips. The air between them was thick with spent heat, her pussy still clenching around nothing, slick and swollen. But the look in her eyes shifted—something darker, more deliberate.
Erik didn't see it yet.
He reached for her hip, ready to pull her back into position, ready to reclaim control. "Come here—"
She slapped his hand away and pivoted on her knees, twisting around to face him. Before he could react, she shoved him hard in the chest, sending him sprawling onto his back against the sheets. His dick stood rigid and glistening, slick with her juices, bobbing against his stomach as he stared up at her, startled.
"My turn," she said simply, and the soft menace in her voice made his breath catch.
She straddled him in one fluid motion, her thick thighs clamping around his waist. Her heavy tits hung low, the twin piercings glinting in the lamplight, the dark nipples hard and pebbled. She planted her palms on his chest, leaning over him so her hair fell around them like a curtain, her lips hovering just above his.
"You think you're the only one who can take control, Erik?" Her voice was low, teasing, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "All that talk about claiming me. Making this pussy yours." She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his slick, throbbing dick, stroking him slowly. "But you forgot one thing, baby."
"What?" he rasped, his hands instinctively moving to her hips.
She guided the head of his dick to her entrance, letting him feel the heat, the wetness, the way her pussy pulsed in anticipation. Then she sank down onto him in one slow, excruciating inch, her walls stretching around his thickness. Both of them groaned.
"This pussy has wanted you for a long, long time," she breathed, holding herself still, just the head buried inside her. "And now that I've got it, I'm gonna use it."
She began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, grinding circle, taking him deeper inch by inch. Her inner muscles contracted around him, pulling him in with every descent. Erik's head fell back, his hands gripping her hips hard, trying to guide her pace.
But she caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of his head.
"Ah-ah," she cooed, still moving, slow and torturous. "Hands stay there. You don't get to touch yet."
He let out a frustrated growl, but his fingers curled into the sheets, obeying. She gave him a pleased little smile and leaned forward, letting her heavy pierced breasts drag across his chest, the metal bars scraping his skin. His dick twitched inside her, and she felt it—felt the way he pulsed, how close he already was.
"God, Erik," she murmured, straightening up and starting to ride him with more intent. Up and down, slow and deep, her hips rolling in a smooth rhythm that made his eyes roll back. "All those months. All those nights you brought girls home—skinny little things, loud, fake. I heard them, you know. I lay in my room, listening to you fuck them through the wall, and I used to slide my hand into my panties and touch myself."
She clenched around him hard, and his dick throbbed in response. "Every Single. Fucking. Time," she emphasized with each word, punctuating with a sharp roll of her hips. "I'd imagine it was me. That it was my pussy you were stretching, my tits in your mouth, my hands in your hair. I'd come so hard thinking about you, and then I'd hate myself because I knew it would never happen."
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a hot whisper. "But look at me now, Erik. Look at this wet, hungry pussy taking your dick. I finally got what I wanted. And I'm not letting you forget it."
She sat up again, using her thighs to lift almost all the way off him, leaving just the thick head of his dick stretching her entrance. She held there, her walls fluttering around the swollen tip, teasing him with the promise of more.
"Please," he gasped, straining up, trying to drive into her. "Y/N—"
She dropped back down without warning, impaling herself on his full length. The force of it made him cry out, his hands flying to her hips again, but she grabbed his wrists again, pressing them into the mattress.
"What did I say about the hands?" she purred, leaning forward, pressing her weight down so he couldn't move. He was strong, but her leverage was perfect, and she pinned him easily. Then she pressed her forearm across his throat—not hard, just a gentle pressure, a soft choke that made his eyes widen and his dick thicken impossibly inside her.
"Don't struggle," she cooed, rocking her hips slowly, grinding against him. "Just feel. Feel how my pussy grips you, Erik. Feel how much it wants you. Every time you fucked those other bitches, this pussy was thinking of you. Every time I made myself come thinking of you, I was saving it all—all this tight, wet heat—just for you."
Her free hand came up to cup her breast, lifting it, rolling the pierced nipple between her fingers as she rode him. "You want these? You wanna hold them? You wanna fuck these heavy tits while you're buried inside me?"
"Yes," he choked out, his voice raw, his eyes locked on her tits. "God, yes, let me touch them—"
"Beg," she said simply, riding him faster, her hips slapping against his, her clit grinding against his pubic bone.
"Please," he begged, desperate, his hands opening and closing in the sheets. "Please let me hold them, Y/N, please let me touch your beautiful tits, I need them—"
She let go of his throat and grabbed his wrists, dragging his hands to her chest. His palms immediately molded to the heavy weight of her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs circling her hard, pierced nipples. She moaned, arching her back, grinding down hard on his dick.
"Yes," she hissed, "just like that. Fuck, hold them, play with them—these are yours now too, Erik. Everything's yours now."
She rode him harder, her body bouncing on top of him, her tits heavy and full in his grip. He was completely lost, his mind blank with pleasure, the soft choke still ringing in his veins. He was close—she could feel it in the way his dick throbbed inside her, the way his hips bucked up involuntarily, the way his breathing turned ragged.
"Don't come yet," she warned, slowing down to a teasing grind.
But she could feel him pulsing, his balls tightening, ready to blow. And just as he was about to tip over, she lifted herself off him completely—abruptly, cruelly—leaving his dick slick, purple, and painfully swollen.
He groaned in frustration, his hands flying to her hips to pull her back down. "No, no, Y/N, what the fuck—"
She leaned down and kissed him, swallowing his protests. It was a deep, filthy kiss, her tongue sliding against his, wet and slow. He tried to grab her, tried to flip them over, to reclaim control, but she put all her weight on him, pinning him beneath her, and he couldn't move.
She broke the kiss, inches from his face, and smiled. "Patience, baby."
She sat back up, but she didn't sink back onto his dick. Instead, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his slick shaft, coated in her own juices and his leaking pre-cum, and began to jack him off slowly. The sound was wet and obscene, her cum making it easy, her fingers gliding up and down his length.
"What are you doing?" he breathed, his chest heaving, his hips bucking into her fist.
"I'm taking my time," she said, leaning forward again, her lips hovering just a centimeter from his. "You made me wait so long for this dick. So now I'm gonna make you wait for this pussy."
She stroked him slowly, agonizingly, her thumb flicking over the head, spreading his pre-cum around. Her other hand came up to his throat again, resting there, a light, possessive pressure. He could feel the pulse in his throat beating against her fingers.
"Tell me you want it," she whispered, her mouth so close he could taste her breath. "Tell me you want my pussy. Tell me you'll never fuck another girl again. That this is all you'll ever think about."
"I want it—" he gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting into her grip. "Y/N, I want your pussy, I'll never touch anyone else, I swear—only you, only your perfect pussy—"
"Good boy." She tightened her grip, stroking him faster, feeling his dick twitch in her hand. "But you need to say it properly. Look into my eyes and beg me to ride you."
He forced his eyes open, meeting hers. There was so much raw desperation in his gaze, so much surrender, that it made her wet all over again. His voice cracked as he spoke: "Please, Y/N. Please ride me. I need you. I need that wet, fat ass pussy around my dick. I need to feel you come on me. I'll do anything—I'll beg for you every day. Just please, please let me inside you again."
She smiled—slow, victorious, utterly dominant. "That's my good boy."
She released his throat, used both hands to position his dick at her entrance, and sank down onto him in one smooth, unbroken motion. He cried out, his back arching off the mattress, his hands flying to her hips as she began to ride him with everything she had. Fast, hard, greedy—her thighs working, her heavy tits bouncing with every stroke, her pierced nipples flashing in the lamplight.
He didn't try to take control. He couldn't. He just lay there beneath her, letting her use him, his hands gripping her hips as tightly as he could, his mouth open, his eyes rolling back.
"That's it," she gasped, riding him harder, her clit grinding against him. "Feel that pussy, Erik. Feel how it milks you, how it grips around your dick. You're mine now. You've always been mine—you just didn't know it."
She came first, her walls clamping down around him in violent, rhythmic waves. She kept riding through it, her body convulsing, her eyes locked on his as she watched him come apart beneath her.
She didn't let up. Even as her orgasm ripped through her—clenching, pulsing, her slick walls strangling his dick—she kept riding, her thighs burning, her breath ragged. But then Erik's hands, which had been gripping her hips, slid up her sides, over her ribs, and wrapped around her back. He pulled her close, and with a sudden surge of strength, he sat up.
The shift made him sink even deeper, the new angle driving his dick into places that made her gasp. They were chest to chest now, her heavy pierced tits pressed flat against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. His arms banded around her, holding her tight, and he began to thrust up into her from below, matching her rhythm, his mouth finding hers in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned against her lips, his hips pounding upward. "I'm gonna come—I'm fucking coming—"
"Me too," she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop—don't you fucking stop—"
She felt it building again, a second wave, harder than the first. Her pussy clamped down, her inner walls spasming wildly, and this time she squirted—a hot, gushing release that soaked his lap, his thighs, the sheets beneath them. The sensation of her gushing around him, of her body letting go completely, was the final trigger.
Erik buried his face in her neck, his entire body tensing, and he came with a guttural roar, his dick pulsing deep inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum directly into her core. She kept squirting through it, her fluids mixing with his, spilling out around the base of his dick.
Both of them shook—trembling, shuddering, their muscles locking up as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through them. He held her so tight she could barely breathe, and she clung to him just as fiercely, her legs locked around his waist, her arms around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together, their breath mingling in hot, uneven bursts.
For a long moment there was only the sound of their panting, the wet sounds of their bodies still connected, the faint drip of their combined release onto the sheets.
Then Y/N let out a breathless laugh, her body still twitching around him.
"Holy shit," she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen.
Erik laughed too, a low, hoarse chuckle, his chest still heaving. "Holy shit is right." He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "You fucking wrecked me. I think my soul left my body for a second there."
She snorted, smacking his chest weakly. "Don't flatter yourself. You were the one begging to ride me again, remember?"
"Begging? I don't beg." He raised an eyebrow, but the smile didn't fade.
"Uh-huh. 'Please, Y/N, please let me inside you again'—who said that? A little birdie told me."
"Okay, fine, that was me." He laughed again, softer this time, and his hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "But you earned it. You definitely earned it."
She leaned into his touch, her eyes softening. "So... what now?"
He didn't answer right away. He just looked at her—really looked at her, her flushed face, the satisfied curve of her mouth, the way her pierced nipples still grazed his chest with every small movement. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her in for a gentle, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and serious.
"No more other girls."
Her breath caught. "What?"
"You heard me." He held her gaze. "After everything you just said—about touching yourself thinking of me, about those nights—there's no way I'm ever going to be with anyone else. I don't want to. I want this. Only this. Only you."
She stared at him, her heart hammering. "You mean that?"
"Every word." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "And what about you? Any more guys you've been saving that speech for?"
She punched his shoulder—lightly. "Fuck no. I've wanted you for so long, Erik. I'm not sharing you, and I'm not letting anyone else touch me." She cupped his jaw, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time. "Promise me. Say it."
He pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes, and said with absolute sincerity: "I promise. No one else. Ever. Just you and me."
She smiled, a real smile, not a teasing or dominating one. "I promise too. No more anyone. This is it."
They kissed again, slow and sweet, still connected, still trembling from the aftershocks. And then Y/N shifted her hips, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"So... you think you got another round in you, or did I break you completely?"
Erik groaned, but he was already hardening inside her again. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Maybe," she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But what a way to go, don’t you think?"
Anddddd that’s a wrap on this super mini-series! 😭😂 I hope I satisfied y’all’s needs, you nasty little heathens! LOL. This was honestly SO much fun to write, and I hope y’all enjoyed reading it just as much as I enjoyed creating it. 🖤 Please stay tuned for more writings, shenanigans, and whatever else I decide to cook up.
Until then…
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